#like why am I giggling and kicking my feet over two SERIAL KILLERS?

[milii-moi]

She’s everywhere, in every drop of my blood, in every spark of thought, and I want to fucking destroy her for it. To shatter her just like she’s broken me. Because she brings me to my fucking knees. I want to ruin her so that she’s mine, my beautiful disaster. My wild creature. My goddess of chaos.

― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Some Like It Rough

Gif credit @bodybebangin

18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Happy reading dollies

"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.

"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.

"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.

"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.

"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.

"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".

"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.

"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.

"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.

"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.

"Y/N, I'm sorry".

"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.

"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.

"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.

"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?

"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".

"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".

"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.

"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.

"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.

"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.

"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.

"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.

"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.

"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.

Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.

"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.

The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".

"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.

"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.

This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.

"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.

"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.

"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.

Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.

"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.

The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.

"Kayce, what are you doing here"?

"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.

"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.

Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.

You closed your legs and covered your chest.  "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.

Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?

He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.

"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.

You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle  finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.

Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.

"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.

"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.

Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.

He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.

"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.

He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.

"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.

"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.

"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.

"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.

"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told.  He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.

"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.

Kayce picked up his pace and his  thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.

"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.

"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.

"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.

"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.

"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.

Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".

"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.

"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?

"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.

"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.

[hellfireclub-at-thebau]

Boy Wonder

Chapter 4: Wings

Warnings: dialogue heavy, talk of death/loss/grief, serial killers, stress, nightmares

Word Count: 2.1k

I ran through the woods, keeping light on my bare feet as I crushed every leaf and twig that was in my path.

Reaching a dark clearing, I had lost my sense of direction. It was as if I faced the same damn trees I had started at. Being grabbed by my wrist, I began to fight my attacker, who fought back fiercely. 

Gripping their hand, I turned to kick them in the stomach, to knock them down on the ground. But they were two steps ahead of me, and had flipped me onto my back, hitting the ground with a large thud.

Dizzy, I held my head to look up at the ominous figure standing over my body. A low voice cackled, “My sweet, Peyton. You’ve lost your touch. I would have thought you’d be in the family business.” 

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I woke up with a start, covered in sweat, and my hands shaking feverishly, as though it was below zero. My bedsheets were soaked with sweat, as if I had sweat in my sleep.

Rubbing my eyes, I could see the sunrise peeking through the sides of the curtains, which made my eyes water.

I could hear shuffling outside my door, indicating that Spencer was already up. I knew he would be an early riser, but like what time was it?

Looking at my clock, I could see it was around 6:30 AM. 

I groaned, setting my head back down on my pillow with a thud. With my body being so startled, it was imminent that I was not going to go back to sleep. With another small groan, I slid out of bed and stretched my arms, which popped my back softly.

Wearing my tank top and loose shorts, I walked out of my bedroom to see Spencer drinking coffee on the couch.

“Morning.” He said brightly, without turning to look at me.

I groaned in response, walking over to the small kitchen to look for something to eat. 

“I guess you’re not a morning person.” Spencer chuckled, turning over to see me peering into all the cabinets.

“I never was.” I rustled through the different boxes of cereal, all of which looked like they had already been ravaged through. “Are we allowed to go grocery shopping?”

“Unfortunately, no. You could Postmates something, if you’re into all those delivery service mess.” Spencer mused, getting back to his book that he was blazing through.

“Yeah, but it’d be hard to explain to Prentiss and the Section Chief why I asked some random dude to get Froot Loops to a secret government hideout.” I sighed, closing all the cabinets and walking to the couch, sitting on the end of it with a big thud.

“Well don’t starve yourself, okay?” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows as he warned me, still blazing through his book.

“I’ll try not to.” 

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The perks of not having to work in the office or in the field, even in awful circumstances, is not having to dress in work clothes to do your job.

Wearing sweatpants and a tank top, I sat on the couch on my laptop, where I digitally filled out a shit ton of paperwork. Spencer roamed around the cabin, on the phone with the team, reading books, and doing his normal genius shit, which consisted of maps, mumbling, and frantically writing on many notepads. 

In the midst of his mess, my phone rang. Expecting it to be awful news, the voice of a perky, blonde, and sometimes inappropriate woman blessed my ears.

“Caroline! Sorry for the unexpected call, I just had to check on you!” Penelope said in her brightest, yet softest tone.

“Hey, Garcia. It’s good to hear a familiar voice.” 

“Rude.” Spencer torted, sarcastically. 

“How’s Reid doing?” Penelope asked.

“Like a normal boy genius under stress. And by that, I mean he hasn’t sat down in five hours.” I giggled.

“I bet he’s working on those glutes.” Penelope whispered.

I laughed, closing my eyes. “Garcia, you freak me out with how your mind wanders through different avenues.” I took the phone from my ear and pressed the button for the speakerphone. “What has everyone figured out?”

“Well, as far as the team goes, they have nothing on this new unsub. I mean, no deviance from your father’s crimes whatsoever! No unique signature, no new MO, no DNA evidence.” Garcia ranted out like word vomit.

“Anything from the security footage? Any idea on the software that was used? It could link us to someone in the area who may work in IT or perhaps in game engineering…” Spencer asked.

“That’s what’s stumping me. Somehow, they are axing the security footage without appearing in the footage whatsoever, so they are obviously doing it from their evil lair.”

“Garcia, stop using the word ‘lair.’ This isn’t Batman.” I laughed.

“They may have a secondary location in which they do their dirty work. And they could be controlling the security cameras from a vehicle. It may also be the reason they are able to travel so far between dumpsites in a short amount of time. Garcia, look for any vehicles that show up in all three pieces of video.” Spencer spat out.

“On it, lovebirds.” Garcia said, promptly ending the call.

“Lovebirds?” Spencer asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Oh come on, she’s just joking.” I chuckled, putting my phone on the coffee table in front of me.

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That night, knowing the weather was going to be nice and cool, I decided some fresh air was going to help me clear my mind.

Grabbing the ladder from the shed nearby, I climbed to the roof of the cabin, sitting myself on the crease of the roof, to let myself look at the stars. Virginia skies were so gorgeous, and being in a wooded area just made them better. 

The stars glittered with their natural shine, giving me a wink when I looked at them. Hearing a clunk, I looked down to hear the prodigy climbing up the ladder. 

“Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind at all.” I said, smiling down at him. 

He climbed up onto the roof, being clumsy and tripping over each piece of wood on the roof. 

“Be careful, string bean.” I joked.

“I am not a string bean. I’m just… uncoordinated.” He scolded back at me, jokingly.

I laughed, looking back at the stars while Spencer sat next to me, in a way that was very close, but far enough to keep his distance comfortably. 

“Doesn’t this look gorgeous?” I asked.

“I think so too. Whenever we’re in LA or New York, I can’t see the stars as much. Probably from all the lights on the buildings and everything. Or the pollution.” Spencer giggled to himself, running a hand through his unruly hair. 

There was a moment of silence, one that seemed to last five minutes, when in reality, it must have been only fifteen seconds. 

“How are you, by the way? I never really checked in with you about all of this.” He asked.

I sighed, taking my eyes off the stars and looking down at my hands, while I twiddled my thumbs in a rhythmic pattern. “You know, I knew I couldn’t run away from who my family is, or was. But this is the first time it has really been in my face. And thinking that someone could be looking for me… to kill me? It’s awful.”

Spencer sat and listened, without interrupting, and it made me feel seen and heard. He didn’t interject with any facts or statistics. He just listened. And is that making me fall for him? I don’t know.

“I want to show you something.” I stated, lifting the side of my tank top, revealing my bare side, mainly the rib. On my pale skin, was the dark ink that created a pair of angel wings. 

“I got this for my mom and my brothers. When I watched them die, I watched them gain their angel wings. And knowing that they aren’t in pain, or upset, or scared… It gives me comfort.” I put my tank back down again, biting my lip.

“If we are at this point in the conversation, talking about death, I mean, I haven’t been in a cabin like this since Gideon. “ Spencer said solemnly. 

“I’m sorry, Spencer. I know that was hard for you. It was hard for all of us, but I know you and him were especially close.” I said, placing my hand on his back.

“It’s fine. I’ve been moving on since then, but every now and then I think of him. The fact is that death is the unknown consequence of having this job. Enemies, deranged fans, and psycho killers to watch out for is just part of it.” Spencer confided, relaxing as my hand rested on his back.

In a moment of silence, I looked up at the stars, and watched them twinkle.

“You know what I think?” I asked.

Spencer looked at me, with his hazel, puppy-dog eyes.

“The people who leave us are always with us. In the stars. They’re all just angels who are watching over us. So when I look at the sky at night, I can see my family. So I bet Gideon is up there with them.” 

Before Spencer could speak any sort of scientific fact that would disprove my belief, he somehow stopped himself from that compulsion. 

“Thank you… I’ll think about that next time. Maybe tomorrow night.” He smiled, giving me a light chuckle. 

He started to shift, indicating he wanted to get down from the roof. It was pretty late, so as he began to travel down the ladder, I followed suit, noticing his blush as he looked at the view above him. 

Walking inside, I looked at the clock which read “11:39” and I rubbed my eyes. “I’m gonna need some sleep, if I’m going to be attacking this case again tomorrow.” I said.

“I don’t blame you.” Spencer said. Looking at him, we stood awkwardly as we transitioned from a sentimental conversation, to parting ways to our beds, or couch in his case.

Like the feeling of leaving a date.

“Caroline?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“I’m kind of glad to be stuck in a cabin with you.” He said. 

I blushed, covering my face as I turned. “Thanks…” I mumbled, bashfully, before walking into my bedroom and closing the door.

My god, I felt horrible. How was I supposed to approach this? The adrenaline was rushing and my heart was going a mile a minute.

Fuck it.

I opened the door, slightly surprised to see him standing there.

“Kiss me.” I said quickly.

“Will do.” He sighed out before softly grabbing my face and pulling our lips together in a passionate kiss.

It felt like I was floating, like I had no other feeling in my body other than my lips and my hands. He smelled of balsam wood and had spearmint breath. Resting my hands on his forearms, I feverishly kissed back. I had been waiting for this. 

He pulled away, and his eyes darted back and forth across my face. 

Blushing, I managed to squeak out “You know, you don’t have to sleep on the couch.” 

He chuckled, moving his hands to my upper bicep. “That couch is horrible anyway.” 

I giggled, moving to the bed and removing my bra from my tank top, tossing it to the floor, while Spencer removed his watch, belt, and overshirt. 

“I won’t look while you change.” I said, rather nonchalant.

“It’s fine. We’re gonna be here for a long time, so we have to get used to seeing each other in a rather, unpresentable way.” He noted, taking off his jeans. 

I turned to look at him, with his white wife-beater tank and blue boxers. 

I wonder what his- Never mind.

He slid under the covers of the bed, while I took off my sweats and put on a pair of loose shorts, sliding under the covers as well.

“Try not to wake me at 5 AM.” I said, turning on my right side to face the wall. 

There was a moment, and I felt him hesitate. 

“Goodnight, Caroline.” 

I felt him shift, and I felt his back against mine. He had turned the other way. 

I mean, did I want to cuddle?

“Goodnight, Spence.”

I went to sleep with my lips still tingling, my hands still twitching from the feeling of adrenaline rushing through my system. And I had no idea if he felt the same way I did. 

I can’t believe I kissed my best friend, my co-worker, Spencer Reid.

And he kissed me back.

[yourfangirlfriend]

It’s Nothing Serious - Chapter Four

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Notes: Idk someone’s reading this

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“It’s not serious.”

You almost turn and walk back to your apartment.

Instead, you blink at him.

“Isn’t that shirt supposed to be white? ”

He closes his eyes and brings hand up to face and sighs.

“It’s not-“

“It’s a gunshot!”

“Is this going to be a lecture? Or did you want to drink?”

You shake your head and push past him, swinging the bottle of whiskey you brought him like you’re about to bring it down on his coffee table. You hear the door close behind you and turn.

“Alright. Let me see it.”

“What?”

“I’m not giving you a drink until I see it.” You pluck the whiskey back up from the table, holding it up.

“I have my own-“

“Javier, you stubborn fucking man-“

“ Fine.” He brings his hands up to his neckline and begins to strip off his bloody shirt. You stand there waiting, grinding your teeth when he pulls off his right shoulder and you see the bloody bandaging underneath. He tosses his shirt to the floor and brings his hands to his hips, before bringing them forward and gesturing, as if to say “enough?”

“Fuck, man!” You stride forward, stopping just in front of him. You raise your hand as if to touch, but pull back. You look back up at him, horrified.

“It’s not a real gunshot wound.”

“Oh, just a figurative one?”

“I-“ he turns his head to the side and growls in frustration. You ignore the feeling it causes between your legs. “It’s just a graze. It didn’t go through.”

You fix him with a look. He shakes his head, like he can’t believe you’re reacting like this. “Am I clear?”

You drop your arms from where you had them crossed and turn back, making your way to the kitchen. “Alcohol thins your blood and delays healing.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” He sits back on the couch, stretching his arms out across the back and dropping his head back. You return to the couch with two glasses, sitting down next to him.

“You’re not taking those pills with this, are you?” You nod to the bottle on the coffee table’s edge. He lifts his leg up and kicks the bottle off. What a baby.

“If you were going to come nurse me, you could have at least worn the little dress.” He reaches and takes the whiskey you offer him. You roll your eyes and relax into the couch beside him, taking a sip.

“How long did they send you home for?” You ask, your eyes falling back to the bandage.

“Two days rest, a week desk work.” He takes another drink.

“Aw, a pencil pusher like the rest of us,” you reach forward and pinch his cheek. He reaches up and seats your hand away. You giggle.

“You’re annoying,” he says, reaching to the side table for a pack of cigarettes. Despite his statement, he pulls a second one out for you.

“I hang around children all day.” You reach out with your lighter and light the two ends for him. He holds the second one out for you. “Probably why I get along with you so well.”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans. He leans back, exhaling a long puff of smoke. The two of you sit in a not uncomfortable silence for a moment. You look around his apartment, scanning for any signs of personality, but find it lacking. No pictures, no books, even the tv looks dusty. You bring the glass to you lips again before asking:

“What are you going to do for two days laid up?”

He shrugs. “Nothing.”

“No but really,” you say. “Like, you going to knit or something?”

“What?”

“I’m trying to ask what do you do for fun?”

He turns and looks at you like you just asked who the president was.

“You’ve seen it,” he says after a beat, dropping his eyes back down and leaning forward to ash. “You’ve been it.”

“And what an honor it was,” you nudge him with your foot. “Come on, not even reading?”

He shakes his head and gestures outwardly. “I fucking hunt down drug traffickers all day, alright? I count corpses for fun, how about that? What do you do, late night book club with third-rate soccer players?”

You frown and put your drink down on the coffee table. Standing, you bend over to put out your cigarette.

“If you want to be a dick, you can drink on your own.” You make to walk past him. “I’ll see you around.”

You hear him sigh behind you.

“El, wait.”

El?

You turn and see him standing, bent over to stub the cigarette out. When he stands straight, you avoid gazing down at the way his jeans fall on his hips.

“I’m sorry, alright?” He says.

You don’t say anything.

He sighs and drops his head. “Today was bad. It’s been bad for a while. I thought I was handling it, wasn’t letting it affect me but...well,” he gestures to his bandage. Your stomach drops seeing the blood again. He waits for a response but when you’re still quiet, he throws his arms up, exasperated. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? I don’t want to be a dick, I just want to drink and smoke and” his eyes dart anywhere else in the room. “...hang out with you and think about something else.” He drops his hands to his side, before looking back at you.

You narrow your eyes and take slow determined steps forward until you’re in front of him. Maintaining eye contact, you bend down and pick up his glass of whiskey, bringing it up for a long pointed sip. You swallow, then extend your fore finger, pointing to his face.

“... second rate soccer player,” you correct.

And it takes everything to maintain your character and not to join him as he bursts out laughing.

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“Javi, no, I’m too drunk-“

“It’s just a bandage-“

“I’m not good with blood!“

“You said your dad hunts-“

“Thisisafuckingfleshwound!” You snap. You’re swaying in the doorway of his bathroom, squaring off against him as he leans against the sink.

“I can’t lift my arm, hermosa.” He says. “I need some help.”

You stare at him, a frown on your face. When he shrugs.

“Fine!” You huff, putting you whiskey down on the floor. You go to stand in front of him and take a deep inhale.

“...in order to change a bandage-“

“Shut up,” you cut him off. Nodding at your own resolve, you bite your lip and reach up to grab the corner. Quickly, perhaps too quickly judging by the way Javi flinches, you rip the bandage off.

“Ugh!” You make a vomit sound. It’s much deeper than you thought it would be. Even if it was a graze, that’s a fucking gun shot wound. The angry, red stitches seep with blood.

“I told you! I told you about the alcohol thinning thing!” You say.

“Can you just-?”

“God, it’s so deep-“

“Eloise, put the fu-“

You pull the new bandage open and grimace as you hold it up, hovering over the deep, ugly line. Gently, gently as you can, you press down on the adhesive, nibbling at your lip when it looks like he’s in pain. When you finish you step back, like the thing might bite you.

“There- there!” You say.

“You did it.” Then, he brings both his hands up to run along the outside, smithing it. Be breaks into a smile when sees the face you make. “Pretty good for a beginner.”

“You asshole! I told you I don’t like blood!” You reach forward and push his shoulder. Immediately he hissed in pain. “Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m sorry! I’m sorry-“

———

“I should...take a pain pill,” he says from behind you as he lays down, eyes closed on the couch. You sit up from where you’re sat in front of him, smoking a cigarette, and turn to chide him.

“ No.” You slur. “You’ll...you’ll die.”

He blows a raspberry.

“Shut up, that’s how Judy Garland died!” You turn back forward and lay your head back, resting on his arm. You close your eyes.

“It hurts,” he says.

“You’ve just got to focus on something else. You can will your consciousness-“

“Christ, your parents really were hippies.”

“-fucking told you- anyway, don’t think about that. Think about...” you smack your lips, trying to think. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

He laughs. “Psssh. What?”

“I bet you were 15.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Were you?”

“...sixteen,” he concedes. “What about you?”

“...how long ago did we first have sex?”

“... What-“

You let out a deep belly laugh. “Oh my god, you are so gullible. I can’t believe you’re a fucking agent-“

“- I didn’t actually believe you!.”

“Yeah, alright.” You shake your head.

“...Well?”

“What?”

“How old?”

You take a deep sigh. “Twenty.”

He laughs. “Nerd.”

“Slut.”

He nudges your head with his shoulder, and you break out in a smile.

“See? Not hurting anymore.”

————

“-No, where Carter went wrong-“

“Oh please regale me, Mr. ‘Nixon Had his Good traits’ -“

“Will you listen-“

“I bet you voted for Reagan-“

“ Don’t insult me-“

________

“Oh wow.”

“What?”

“No just, you being an only child makes sense.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?” You laugh.

He smiles, looking away from you. “That I’m...independent...”

You laugh harder.

—————-

“Apartment looks like a serial killer’s-“

“What?”

“Put one picture of your mother up-“

————

“...I should buy a boat-“

“- You should totally buy a boat.”

——————

You wake up to a room lit up by the blue that precedes the rising sun. You pull your head up from where you’ve been leaned back, still resting on Javi’s arm. Pushing up onto your feet like a baby deer, you survey the damage left on the coffee table. The whiskey bottle is empty, and a few cans of beer are scattered across countless cigarette butts and ash, the result of an upturned ashtray and drunken laziness. Deciding it’s a job for later, you turn to Javi, who’s still asleep, mouth agog.

“Javi,” you reach forward and shake him. He barely stirs. You shake him again. “Javier.”

He jolts away, turning towards you rapidly. In the second he doesn’t recognise where he is, his eyes flash in such a way your chest aches. “What...”

“We fell asleep in your living room ...and I am still very drunk...” you swallow. “But you need to sleep in a bed. Come on.” You reach your hand down to pull him up. He takes your hand, standing slowly. You wrap your arm around his waist, urging him back towards his bedroom.

When you get to the edge of the bed, you deposit him on the edge of his mattress. You hear him him as you walk to the adjoining bathroom and fill the cup of water there. You try and drink as slowly as possible, and refill it after you’ve downed the cup. Walking back to the bed, you shake Javi awake once again.

“Javi-“

“Mmrpff.”

“Sit up and drink this.”

His eyes still closed, he sits up and takes the glass. He gulps it down before handing it back in your vague direction. You place it on the table beside him.

“Before I go-“

“Wha? No, don’t be stupid.” He reaches up and pulls you down to lay beside him. He turns on his back, giving you some room “Go to sleep.”

You open your mouth to protest, but you then you think...why not. You’re still drunk, and while you know it’s going to hurt in the morning and you’ll want nothing more to be in your own bed, in your own wallowing, something’s keeping you on the mattress beside him. Convenience, you decide.

“These sheets better be washed,” you mumble as you settle in beside him. You hear him chuckle before you’re asleep.

———————

You’re right.

It does hurt.

You can barely open your eyes before the morning light is giving you a headache. Turning away from the light, you open your eyes further to see Javi standing by the bed, the pain pills bottle open and in his hand.

He looks rough, and he’s ready for you to scold him. He holds up a hand in pre defence.

“Don’t -“

“Sssh,” you wave your hand. You reach out your palm. “Give me two.”

—————

The two of you wake again a few hours later. In your drugged, heavy sleep you seem to have gone diagonal in the bed, forcing Javier to the edge, your face pressed into the back of his neck. You try righting yourself, giving him some room as you stretch. You sit up and press the heel of your palm into your eyes, shaking your head. You turn to look down at your companion, who’s stirred awake.

“What time is it?” He murmurs. You turn to look at the clock.

“1:30,” you say. He shakes his head.

“Not ready.”

“Me neither.” You say. You feel a tug on your shirt from behind you, urging you back. You give in, and lay back. He puts his chin on your shoulder, burying his nose in your neck, an arm sling across your front.

“Hmmm,” he says as way of an invitation.

And you drift back off.

————

When you both wake up again at 4:40, you pull him out of bed and into the living room to try and get some food in him. All he wants, though, are cigarettes. It turns into a tense negotiation, with you threatening to light his pack up on the gas stove if he didn’t try to at least east a piece of toast. After the first, though, neither of you can get enough, and you end up making the worlds shittiest grilled, hungover cheese sandwiches. When you’re both sat at the table on your second sandwich, you raise your head.

“We slept the whole day, and I still feel like shit. And now my sleep schedules fucked.”

“We could go back to sleep,” he says taking another eager bite.

“How is that possible? We slept about 12 hours.”

He holds up the pill bottle, rattling it.

“...Aren’t you in the DEA?” You hold out your hand.

He pops the lid and deposits two in your palm before dropping two more in his own. “I’m off today.”

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When you wake up on Sunday morning around 11, he’s already up, sitting on the couch with a coffee and plate of eggs. As you wander into his periphery, he turns to look at you.

“Made coffee,” he holds up his mug. “Eggs.”

“Thanks,” you walk over to the sink and fill up a glass of water. You walk over to the couch and drop into the corner. He’s still shirtless in his jeans, but looks a lot cheerier.

You, on the other hand.

“Ugh,” you bring the glass to your mouth taking a deep gulp before continuing. “I have to grade so much today,”

“They’re kids, how hard could it be?” He shakes his head. “I’d kill for some work right now.”

“I have a pile over the past few weeks. They’re writing assignments, I have...have to leave little notes on each one...on their grammar.”

You’re both quiet for a second before he realises what you’re thinking.

“Javi-“

“No.”

“You just said it would be easy.”

“I want real work.”

“Wow.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Come on,” you moan. He shakes his head.

“No.”

“...I’ll suck your dick.”

————

“...is this comma supposed to be there?”

“Let me see? ......Ah, no. -2.”

“...kind of severe.”

——-

By the time he’s pants up, hands shaky as he recovers from frankly some of the best fellatio you’ve ever performed, the sun is just about to set. You finish your sip of water from where you’re stood in the kitchen, skimming over the assignments to check they all have a grade. When he comes up to kitchen, his hands pressed into his back pockets, you look up and give him a smile.

“Good job,” you say.

He nods and reaches for the water. You return to his bedroom to pull on the jeans you had discarded two nights earlier, the first time he had pulled you into bed to sleep, returning minutes later. When he turns and sees you, he raises his eye brows.

“Headed out?”

“Desperately need a shower.” You walk to the counter and pick up the papers. You examine his bandage. “How you feeling?”

“Better,” he runs a finger along the underside. “They said I can come in a day earlier, but they want me to stay home tomorrow.”

“Didn’t even offer to bring you homework?” You ask. He shrugs.

“Steve might. Not til 5 though.”

“A whole day of nothing.” You make a face.

“...I like reading.” He says. You look back up at him.

“Huh?”

“For fun.” he  clarifies. Then, as if realizing he may have just disclosed something, he clears his throat and looks away “Maybe I’ll find something.” He says. He nods to the door. “I’ll see you out.”

You walk with him to the door and wait as he unlocks it. Holding it open he leans against it.

You’re about to say goodbye when he leans forward and catches you in a kiss. It’s longer than you would have expected from him, given whatever this arrangement was. Yet you’re not pulling away. When he finally does break, you find yourself leaning forward, chasing his lips.

“Get home safe,” he says. You roll your eyes, making for your door. When you get it open, you look up and see him still watching you. You look down and smile, pressing forward and closing the door behind you.

A moment later, you rap three times on your shared wall.

If you’re not mistaken, you hear a muffled laugh.

————

When he opens the door at 7:00 the next morning, he’s surprised to see you on the mat.

“Hey,” he says, pressing his hand into his eye, rubbing the sleep out. “What-“

“Sorry, I have to get to the school early, but,” you reach out your items to him. Still bleary eyed, it takes him a moment to focus.

“I bought them at the airport when I came down,” you shrug. “They’re shit, but they hold your attention. This one actually is decent by the end, if you can push through .” You tap the cover on top. “Just in case you need something to do.”

He looks up at you, his face still perplexed. You shake you head.

“You’re welcome,” you sigh. You turn and begin walking to the door when you hear him behind you.

“Hey,” he says. You turn and see him standing on the mat, outside of his house. He holds up the stack. “Thanks.”

You stop and sigh.

Then you smile.

“Just take care of yourself today. Don’t need that bursting open the minute you don’t have adult supervision.” You point to has bandage before turning to walk out. Just before the door closes, you hear it.

“It’s not serious!!”

[whosaskingwrites]

Forget You (Kuroo x Reader)

A/N: This one is told entirely from Kuroos pov except for the very beginning. Because, Reader's pov wouldn't have been sad. As she doesn't remember him by the time they see eachother again. Edit: Y'all deadass let me not have the theme in here since the 24th. The theme has been added as of the 29th.

WARNINGS: None really? Angst Kuroo is a sad boy. Tooth rotting fluff from Bokuto i guess if that counts as a warning. Kuroo yells at you in the beginning.

Date: Saturday October 24th, 2020

Details: 5.5 pages 2,040 words

Theme: Stranger- when you get heartbroken you have the option of forgetting the person who caused the heart break as long as you say the word stranger with enough conviction while thinking about the person you want to forget.

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“I can’t fucking stand you! Why are you so Goddamn annoying!” I took a step back as I looked at Kuroo “All I asked was to meet your friends! Since you talk about them all the time!” I yelled back. I didn’t know what had made him so mad we had been dating for six months having been roommates previously.

“And I told you no so why didn’t you accept that?” I shook my head “Actually you just started yelling at me-" “God see! You always have to be fucking right about everything!” I flinched as his voice raised more “You know what? Get the fuck out,” I looked up at him “w-what?” I voiced “Get your shit and get out I don’t wanna see you again. I’m breaking up with you,” My other roommate Kenma had finally come out of his room at that “Hey Kuroo-" I held up my hand to stop Kenma “No…its okay i-i'll leave but I’m leaving my stuff here until I have a new place. Kenma I leave it in your care,” my voice was shaky as I turned.

“Y/n…,” I shook my head at Kenma “I…I’ll see you later Kenma. Kuroo,” I turned a glare on him to see he was already glaring at me “I hope I never fucking see you again,” I turned on my heel leaving the apartment with heavy footsteps. It was sunset and my feet carried me to the trains I took a random one and let my feet carry me as I ended up at park. I had no idea where I was but I couldn’t find myself to care as I cried.

I wiped my tears slightly thinking about Kuroo and I knew then I didn’t want him to occupy my thoughts anymore. I looked at the sunset and focused before saying the word with as much conviction and venom as I could muster. “Stranger,” I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes.

More tears leaked out of my eyes when I recalled my roommate Kenma had kicked me out of our apartment. “Where am I?” I whispered sighing as I realized my phone was dead.

“Excuse me…Are you okay?” I turned my head looking at a guy who stood next to the bench. He had what appeared to be silver and black hair his head tilted slightly to the side casting half his face in the dying sunlight. I vaguely noticed that his eyes were gold and seemed to glow despite no light being cast on them. “I…I think so?” I voiced as I looked back at him.

“You think so? Why are you crying in the park then?” He got closer and sat on the other side of the bench. “My roommate kicked me out of our apartment and my phone is dead so…,” I looked away as he hummed “Um…You could stay at my place,” I turned back to look at him with wide eyes. “I don’t even know your name and you’re asking me to stay at your place? Do you know that makes you sound like a serial killer?” He laughed suddenly eyes crinkling in mirth.

“Sorry I’ve been told I’m too nice by my teammates. Im Bokuto Koutarou,” He held out a hand giving me a smile. I took his hand and mirrored the smile “Y/n L/n. You’re on a sports team?” His smile widened suddenly and in his excitement he pulled me closer still holding onto my hand “Yeah! Volleyball I play for the MSBY Black Jackals,” he puffed his chest with a sense of pride causing me to laugh.

“Volleyball huh? Sounds like fun,” He nodded rapidly “It is! You should come to one of my games- ah sorry! I’ve been talking about me when you’re the one who’s sad,” I shook my head with a smile as he let go of my hands eyes wide in panic “Its okay. I’m not sad anymore but I think I will take you up on that offer as long as you promise not to hurt me,” I held up my pinky towards him giggling lightly.

He smiled widely hooking his pinky with my own “I promise. This will be the best adventure of your life,” I nodded at him “I’ll hold you too that Bokuto,” He chuckled at me

“Deal Y/n,”

Two years.

It had been two years since I’d seen the love of my life. I regretted it everyday since our argument and Kenma never made me feel better about it. “No she never talks about you or asks. And I don’t bring you up,” was the last thing he told me when I asked about her. I never meant to yell or kick her out and I’d never forgiven myself for it. She had blocked my number fairly quickly and Kenma never told me where she was.

“Hey Kuroo pay attention to the game,” Kenma voiced causing me to zone back in and stop thinking about Y/n. I sighed “Why are we even here?” I asked watching Bokuto preform a cross-shot that had the audience screaming. “Bokuto said he wanted to say something and he wanted all of us there,” I shrugged “He’s probably just gonna tell us that he’s got a spot on the Japanese Olympics team,” I sighed out while Kenma clicked his tounge. “Sure…,” I looked at him “Kenma do you know something I don’t?” Before he could answer the whistle blew announcing the Black Jackals as the winners of the match.

Kenma stood “Let’s go congratulate them,” I stood with him as he walked off “Hey you didn’t answer the question!” He kept a quick pace ahead of me while I followed. We stepped onto the court Kenma immediately going to Hinata I couldn’t see Bokuto but my eyes caught sight of a familiar face standing by the Miya twins. She laughed at something Atsumu said and laughed harder when Osamu added something that caused Atsumu to glare at him.

I gasped as I looked at her she looked just as beautiful as she did the last time I saw her. H/l h/c hair cascaded down her back her e/c eyes sparkled brightly like gems she wore a Black Jackals jersey and a pair of jeans both of which hugged her figure in just the right way. I let my feet carry me towards her knowing I needed to apologize. I didn’t know why she was here but Kenma probably invited her so I could see her.

“Y/n!” I called when I was close enough she turned her eyes meeting mine. I expected many emotions to pass her face in all the times I pictured seeing her again. Anger, sadness, happiness, etc. But confusion was never one that crossed my mind. “I’m sorry…Do I know you?” she asked causing my eyes to widen in shock. “No…You couldn’t have…,” I voiced quietly. She stared at me offering a slight smile but nowhere in her expression did I see any form of recognition. And I knew then she had forgotten me entirely.

I smiled back realizing I could start over with her “Sorry I’m Kuroo Tetsuro…You’re very beautiful,” her face turned pink slightly and the Miya twins laughed. Suddenly I saw familiarity light up her eyes and I smiled thinking she remembered me. “Oh! I know you! You’re the friend that Kou always wants me to meet! He gets so sad everytime you blow him off,” she frowned slightly at the end. Causing me to frown as I realized she really didn’t remember. But I also frowned at the name it was vaguely familiar though I couldn’t place where. “Kou?” I mumbled quietly to myself.

“Excuse me! Can I have everyone’s attention?” the gym quieted down everyone knew Bokuto was announcing something so most of the audience had stayed to listen. We all turned to the source of the voice and I noted that he looked beyond nervous for whatever he planned to say.

“I’d like for my beautiful girlfriend to come here,” The twins suddenly shoved Y/n forward causing her to stumble a bit but she walked forward anyway. I froze as the name connected in my mind on why its so familiar 'Kou…Koutarou' 'She calls me Kou and its so cute!' I saw her stop next to him and they smiled at each other “Oh fuck,” I whispered to myself as Kenma slid over. Bokuto was fidgeting slightly and rocking on the balls of his feet a telling sign that he was anxious.

“I’ve got something to say and I’ve thought about it for awhile,” he sent a reassuring smile at her when he noticed she looked nervous. He took a deep breath before continuing “Two years ago I found you crying in a park. I remember you told me that your roommate kicked you out and you called me a serial killer,” she turned red as he and others laughed.

I realized then that the day they met was the same day we broke up. “I took a leap of faith that day and told you that you could stay with me even though I had no reason to,” He chucked lightly at the pink dusting her cheeks “At the time I never would predicted that by the six month mark I would have fallen in love with you,” I frowned at the collective aw leaving the audiences mouths. 'That should be me' I thought as I watched the two of them.

“And after a year and a half I’ve decided that I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. I want to wake up with you next to me, I want to laugh at everything and nothing with you, I want to spend nights with you wrapped in my arms as we talk about whatever comes to mind,” a pink flush had taken over his face and from behind me I heard a sniffle.

“Tsumu are you crying?” I heard “Shut the fuck up Samu,” Kenma snorted next to me at the twins. “I want these things because I’m so completely and Irrevocably in love with you so…,” I watched Bokutos eyes flicker to Akaashi who nodded at him. He dropped to one knee and everything became a buzz as I zoned in on Y/n the audience gasping was barely audible to me as I watched her cover her mouth with her hand her eyes were bright and glassy and every fiber of my being screamed at me to stop this. ‘Get her back! Stop him!’ my mind screamed. I couldn’t move though I was frozen on the spot feeling like id just been doused with freezing cold water.

“Will you do me the honor of continuing this adventure and marry me?” I could hear Bokuto but it sounded so distant to me. ‘No! Say no!’ My mind screamed louder but I felt my heart crack as she nodded in response. He got back up to wrap his arms around her picking her up he spun her around a few times and buried his face in the crook of her neck pressing light kisses to her shoulder.

‘Get away from her!’ I shook my head as I watched him slip a silver band on her finger. I caught sight of the f/c gem attached to it. It was surrounded by small yellow gems that matched Bokuto's eyes. He kissed her cheek as everyone cheered and congratulated them. She pulled back pulling out a small envelope and pressing it into his hands. He looked at her and opened it before his eyes lit up even more. He whispered something to her to which she nodded at. His excitement couldn’t be contained as he picked her up again “I’m gonna be a dad!” He didn’t need the mic this time plenty loud enough without it but it reignited the audience’s excitement as they screamed again.

He placed her down wrapping an arm around her waist and finally I watched my entire world shatter and heart crumble as the love of my life kissed her fiancé and father of her children.

‘That should have been me'

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

More Than You Bargained For: The Party Timestamp

Summary: Jensen’s not too excited to be going to a party with the reader but she ends up making his night in another way...

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Pairing: Ex-Bodyguard!Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: language

“Do I have to go?” groaned Jensen. He stood by the bottom of the stairs with a pout on his face, Jared snickering from the hall. “Shut it, Padalecki or I’ll make you go as her date.”

“Sorry but you are officially on bodyguard duty, Mr. Ackles. I got a hot date myself tonight,” said Jared. You sighed as you stepped down the stairs, Jensen smiling up at you. “Would you look at that? She’s not the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Kiss my ass, Jared,” you said with a smile.

“You look very beautiful,” said Jared.

“Gen picked it out,” you said with a wink. “Speaking of which, get out of here on your romantic weekend away. We got it from here.”

“Alright, I’m gone,” he said. “Call me in an emergency.”

“Goodnight, Jared,” said Jensen.

“Have fun guys,” said Jared, heading down the hall and out the front door. You smiled as you stood on the last step, fixing Jensen’s bowtie, giggling when he started to cross his eyes.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Do I have to?” he whined again. “I’ll give you all the sex and brownies you want? You like both of those things.”

“I do like both those things a lot, but I need a date and my other husband wasn’t available,” you teased.

“Had to marry a fucking famous person didn’t I,” he sighed. “Spoiled brat.”

“Asshole bodyguard,” you said, leaning up as he came down for a kiss. “I won’t tell anyone you’re actually sweeter than molasses.”

“Only if I don’t let it slip that you’re the hardest working, most amazing and kind person I’ve ever met and that your favorite fancy store is Target,” he said.

“I fucking love the shit out of that store,” you said.

“I know. You were there for three hours on Sunday. Toothpaste. I asked for one tube of toothpaste. You came home with three shirts, two throw pillows, a cookbook and a coffee mug. Oh, and no toothpaste,” he said, flashing you a smile.

“I went back and got it,” you said with a laugh. “What’s up with you? You’re extra nervous tonight. This isn’t the first time you’ve ever gone with me to an event.”

“S’first time since I was gone…” he said, glancing down at his wrist, a faded thin scar over the top of it. “I’m not the bodyguard anymore. I’m your husband. Your previously kidnapped husband. There’s going to be attention on me whether I want it or not.”

“I know,” you said softly. “All you have to do is stand there, smile and get your picture taken for two seconds. Alex will get you out of there and into the party like that, I promise. We already went over it.”

“Who’s going to be with you then?” he said.

“Jensen. I’ll be fine on my own for a little while. You being comfortable is what’s important to me,” you said. “Plus you know I can kick ass, even in heels.”

“Alright,” he said. You finished with his tie, smoothing out his jacket before you stepped onto the ground and into your heels. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you said. You walked with him to the front door, spinning around and holding up a finger.

“Forget something?” he asked.

“Yup,” you said, opening your clutch and pulling out a strip of fabric.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“Trust me?” you asked. He nodded and you tied it over his eyes, Jensen smiling when you finished. “All set?”

“Sure...what are you up to?” he teased.

“Covert mission. Like some special ops level stuff. Don’t worry about it,” you said, grabbing his hand.

“Oh, do you get to be my bodyguard? I think I like that game,” he said, chuckling as you pulled him outside. “Dammit. Part of me really wishes you were going to drag me upstairs and have your way with me.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll be sure to do that later on,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“You better,” he said. You got him in the passenger seat before you were off down the road, spotting Jensen touching his face out of the corner of your eye.

“Leave it, Jensen,” you said. “Don’t ruin the surprise.”

“I don’t like not knowing where we’re going,” he said.

“We’re going to the party,” you said. “There’s going to be a surprise when we get there. Can you keep it on for me, please?”

“Mhm,” he said. When you were stopped at a light, you reached over and held his hand, Jensen humming to himself.

About fifteen minutes later you pulled into a parking spot, helping Jensen out as you saw his ears perk up.

“No, no. No bodyguard mode, just enjoy the surprise,” you said.

“Fine,” he grumbled. He let you hold his arm as you led him into a building and down a hall, his head unable to help but turn and try to figure it out. You put him at a stop outside the room, leaning up to give him a kiss. “Alright, I think I could get use to this if you keep that up.”

“Down boy,” you laughed. “Alright, alright. I know you’re getting antsy.”

You reached up and undid his blindfold, Jensen looking around.

“Snuck me in the back to the party?” he teased. “I thought you wanted to show off your smokin’ hot husband.”

“Oh? Now he’s cocky,” you said. “I figured you’d like this better.”

“A little. I knew what I was getting into though when I married you. I can be the center of attention a little bit for you,” he said.

“I’m glad,” you said, more than glad he just assumed you were at another event and not actually in the back of his favorite restaurant. “Let’s head on in then.”

You smiled as he held your hand and you went for the pair of double doors leading to the event room you’d rented out.

“Happy birthday!” he was greeted with the second you opened the doors. He opened his mouth a few times before he spun to look at you, shaking his head.

“I knew you were being sneaky!” he said, biting his bottom lip. “I should have known.”

“You have no idea how hard it is to plan a surprise birthday party for you,” you said. “And actually surprise you.”

“There was definitely some covert ops going on,” said Jared, Gen right by his side. “We had a little help though.”

Jensen turned and saw a group of guys heading for him, his face in a big smile.

“No way! I thought you guys were overseas and-“

“And when your little wifey got a hold of us, of course we came. Not like we missed the wedding or any of the other shit that’s happened since,” said Mark.

“Did you really get stabbed by a serial killer?” asked Jason.

“I’m more curious how that sweet girl took the freak down and saved Ackles’ ass,” said Lyle.

“Oh? Is that what everyone thinks happen?” asked Jensen, cocking his head at you.

“S’what I remember,” you said with a smile.

“Of course it is,” he teased.

“Go, catch up with your friends,” you said, pushing him towards his special ops buddies, some of his teacher friends joining in. “I know it’s been a while, honey.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“So...should I be expecting this elaborate of a birthday party for myself?” asked Alex after you’d left Jensen’s parents somewhere by the food table.

“I’ll buy ya a happy meal at the drive thru if you get me an extra week off work,” you said. He chuckled, smirking as you both watched Jensen on the other side of the room. “Do you think he was actually surprised?”

“I think throwing him a surprise party two months after his birthday certainly threw him off. Hard to surprise a guy like that,” said Alex.

“Think he’s noticed I’m not drinking yet?” you asked, giving Alex a shy smile.

“He probably thinks you’re just being a good DD. When you going to tell him?” he asked.

“When we get home,” you said. “Think you’re ready to be an Uncle?”

“Eh, I dealt with your whiney little butt and Jensen. How hard’s a baby?” he said.

“Still dealing with my whiney little butt,” you said, leaning back in your chair.

“You never whined,” he said after a moment. You turned your head, Alex not looking at you. “You were just...afraid. Of a lot. Then you were just lonely and you chose a career that’s extremely lonely and why do you think I came to be your manager? To watch your back.”

“Dad told me that once,” you said quietly. “We had a fight over something stupid, you and me. I think I called him to vent and he revealed to me that you just said one day you were going to finish your degree online and be my manager and that was it. He told me to remember that whenever you drove me nuts.”

“Like when I tricked you into a bodyguard?” he teased. “Bet you love that decision now.”

“It made me feel small again,” you said, his face finding yours. “Jensen sort of terrified me he was so...he had me memorize like a hundred rules. I couldn’t get any privacy, it felt like he was watching me all the time...but his job was to do those things, not because he or anyone else wanted to control me. He was just keeping me safe.”

“On the bright side, he’s like a ball of fluff under the hard shell,” he said.

“Ain’t so hard nowadays. Someone else was a little lonely too,” you said. Jensen gave you a wave as he walked over before curling his finger at you.

“Mind if I steal this one?” asked Jensen, holding out a hand for you.

“Nah. I got a fiancé to go find and harass myself,” said Alex.

“I taught him so well,” teased Jensen, pulling you to your feet and over toward a quiet corner. “I haven’t seen you much tonight, my buddies have been hogging me. Must be what it feels like to be you.”

“Jens,” you said.

“Walk with me?” he asked. You hummed and followed him outside, finding yourselves out on the sidewalk, his pace slow. “So...something you want to tell me?”

“Seriously? How do you always do that? I bet the freaking doctors office gave it away. I swore I told them not to tell dad anything until I-“

“Dad?” he said, stopping in his tracks. You went wide eyed, a smile creeping onto his face. “Are...am I going to be a dad?”

“I bought cute little boots and everything to surprise you when we got home,” you said with a nod, Jensen throwing his arms around you. “Yeah, you’re a dad. Even if I totally ruined my own surprise.”

“A baby…” he said, smiling at your stomach. “Okay, I will admit I was surprised by the party and suspected you were planning something else tonight but this one takes the cake. How long have you known?”

“I found out earlier this week. I thought I was working too hard and that’s why I was late and then I remembered what we did on your actual birthday and...you did say you had a good feeling on it after all,” you said.

“Baby,” he said, tentatively reaching his hand out, your own grabbing it and giggling as he rested it against your stomach. “We made a baby.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said. “Are you happy?”

“More than,” he said back, running his thumb over your dress. “It’s just funny is all.”

“What is?” you asked.

“This is going to be the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life, which is saying something, but I can’t wait,” he said.

“You know I’m glad my brother hired a psychopath. Never would have found you,” you said.

“I can just hear you telling the story of how mom and dad met to this kid someday,” he laughed. “They’ll never believe it.”

“That’s a long ways away,” you said.

“Thank you, honey,” he said, pulling you into another hug. “I feel normal. You made me feel so normal again after everything that happened in my life.”

“Our lives are so not normal,” you said.

“Maybe they aren’t but you are and I am and we’re going to have a baby that has two good parents,” he said.

“Jensen?” you asked. He hummed, lightly spinning you around. “You want to go tell your family the good news?”

“In a minute. I want to remember this next time I have a not so great day,” he said.

“Okay, sweetie...Jens, there is another surprise actually,” you said, ducking your head down.

“What?” he asked, looking back but you turned his face to you.

“I had an ultrasound, it was eight weeks and all so…” you said.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Babies, Jensen. Babies,” you said. He tilted his head, looking down at your stomach.

“Bab...more than...two? Twins? We made…” he said.

“Twins,” you said with a smile. “I’m thinking one of each but it’s still early to be betting.”

“Two babies,” he said, shaking his head with a laugh.

“Actually triplets,” you said, his eyes wide. “I’m just messing with you. It’s twins.”

“You were two seconds away from me having a heart attack,” he said, taking a deep breath. “How the...screw it, we figured it out so far. We can do this too.”

“Well my brother knows but even he doesn’t know it’s twins if you want to one up everybody in there,” you said.

“Definitely,” he said, giving you a kiss. “Love you, princess.”

“Really?” you said, Jensen chuckling as he skirted away and you laughed, trying to throw your shoe at him. “Asshole! You know I hate that.”

“I love you too, princess!”

[bubbashawn]

High School Musical

author: This is really not that great but I wanted to share a little something so here it is.

synopsis: Quarantine is upon you but you don’t know where to stay until a friend sets you up with Shawn Mendes himself.

warnings: it’s 1.9k of really bad writing. I’m sorry. Better news is I’m almost 3k into Fine Line part 1 and 800 into Vanity Fair part 2. Hope y’all have a little bit of a Shawn fill from this 😂 mention of anxiety and a corny pickup line.

“You know the university isn’t gonna be open for too much longer right?”

You love your best friend. Really, you do. But if Maddie mentioned the fact that you could be homeless soon, you might strangle her. The news was a constant reminder saying how colleges and schools across the world were being closed and everyone is expected to self quarantine.

You might be a bit dramatic in saying that you’d be homeless but after your mother kicked you out after you told her you’d be going to Toronto on a scholarship for literature and not her alma mater Cornell Law like she had planned, the idea of returning to your little boring hometown wasn’t an option.

“Tell me again why I can’t come stay with you?”

“You know I don’t have space plus my family can barely support itself much less another person.”

“I don’t need support financially, I just need shelter.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she sighed at your crestfallen expression, “ask Brian?”

“He’s quarantining with his girlfriend in Los Angeles, they left a couple days ago.”

“He has hot friends, right?”

You started to ignore her as the ringing in your head increased. The headache of trying to find shelter caused so much stress and anxiety. You didn’t even notice the two of you were outside your room’s door until Maddie’s arms were wrapped around you. Whispering words of comfort.

“Give Brian a call,” she gave you a pointed look, “he grew up not far from here, so he probably has some half decent friend who’ll take you in.”

“I hate this.”

“I know, me too. I love you alright? Call Brian!”

She walked away offering one last squeeze on your shoulder before heading towards her room down the hall.

You groaned before opening the door in front of you. It’s not that you hate your roommates, it's just they can get loud and the pounding pain in your temple wasn’t going to ease off with all the noise. Grabbing your chunky knit blanket before smiling softly at the two girls partying in your room, you headed to the common room.

The space was awkwardly set up and left little room to stand when more than ten people were there but it was well past nine when you got there and no one seemed to be bothered to leave their rooms. You settled into the ugly green couch because it was by far the comfiest and pulled out your phone.

You hadn’t noticed how late it had really gotten until the soft glow of the sunset was gone and your face was illuminated by your phone screen.

Your phone ringer was going off with notifications. You ignored the texts from both Brian and Maddie to focus on the email quickly swiping your device open pausing the music immediately.

“Dear students and their families,” here it was, the from line reading University of Toronto, “We regret to inform you,” you could barely mumble the words much less read your eyes were watering too much. Everything was too blurry, “we regret to inform you that as of today March 13, 2020, all classes are canceled until further notice due to the virus…” your voice cut out while your eyes rescanned the email for key pieces you had missed. Canceled classes. Pack your things. Move out.

Everything was crashing and you huddled further into the armrest of the banged-up furniture you were sitting on.

“Fuck,” your phone was ringing again but you ignored whoever was calling you, too distracted by your breath closing in and the eerie question you couldn’t answer. What were you going to do?

You were freaked out, clutching your hand to your stomach trying to feel the rise and fall of your breath. Your eyes desperately opening and closing. What were you going to do?

“Shit,” your hand finding your phone when it started buzzing again and again, you threw it onto the ground, curling into yourself.

The panic had subsided barely when you realized your poor old phone was probably cracked if not broken from your frenzied tantrum. Your shaking hand grabbing it to assess the damage done.

“Fuck,” seeing multiple missed calls from friends, all aware of your situation, “fuck, fuck.”

You hesitantly answered when Brian tried you again.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“B-Brian? What am I, oh god, what am I going to do?”

“Hey, take a breath yeah?”

“Brian, I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Yeah, that’s why I called,” he smiled softly when your breath started evening out, “I’ve got this friend who’ll probably go mad if he’s alone during quarantine. He gets in his head and stuff. He’s not some serial killer and is one of the nicest, genuine people I know. You might end up in Pickering, y’know where I grew up? But he’d be happy to let you stay.”

“I feel like I’d be imposing.”

“Don’t worry. He probably needs this more than you, believe me or not.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled when you sniffled, “I’ll give him a call, eh? Hold tight.”

Brian hung up.

-

To say you knew you’d end up outside an apartment building in downtown Toronto, you’d be lying. You had just slid out of the cab and found yourself enjoying the distant sight of the CN Tower praying that Brian’s friend had a decent view. More so that this friend wouldn’t kill you. As you moved closer to the doors, the glass showed a simplistic yet expensive interior and that was only the lobby.

The elevator had mirrors and the halls were so clean you’d probably be fine living in the hallway instead of the condo on the other side of the door you were staring at. Everything will be fine.

You knocked.

“Just a minute!” The shout was muffled from inside the room.

The door swung open not a moment later to reveal a young and astoundingly attractive male staring down at you. His curls were looped around his fingers when his hand brushed through his hair, a silver ring reflecting a flash of light. You took in his soft eyes, a scar on the apple of his cheek, his pillowy looking lips. In sweatpants and a knitted sweater he looked like pure heaven. You recognized him, of course you had, Shawn Mendes was not one to glance over even for an overworked student.

“Hi honey,” he looked down at you, “how did you get through? I thought the security was keeping out fans, it’s really not okay for you to be here.”

“Oh, um no. The security was very prompt so you shouldn’t run into any problems. And I’m not a fan, well I-I mean I am but that’s not why I’m here. Brian said you were expecting me? I have a keycard to your apartment which is how I got through the lobby. I didn’t want to just intrude by walking in though, I, um, I can come back later or call Brian for a different arrangement.”

“No,” he was smiling sheepishly, “no, sorry. You’re Y/N, right? Sorry I wasn’t thinking.”

You smiled and bit your nail shyly when he opened his door to let you into the spacious living room.

“I’m Shawn, by the way, and sorry for being an ass back there. We’ve had some run-ins with fans because of security issues the past few months so I was being cautious. Not that that’s an excuse or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he was staring down at you, “really it’s okay. I should’ve had Brian let you know of my arrival or something. Honestly I didn’t know you were, well you…” you trailed off not knowing where that sentence was going.

Your eyes continued flitting back and forth between his enjoying the crinkles of smile lines you couldn’t see through a screen. You were so focused on the giant in front of you that your gaze almost missed the open floor to ceiling windows.

He definitely had a view.

You felt his eyes follow you when your figure shifted past him to stand closer to the sight of the city.

“Like the view?”

Your eyes snapped back onto him startled by his presence standing mere feet away. You smiled softly.

“It’s insane.”

“Yeah it’s the best view I’ve ever had. Especially right now.”

His eyes were on you but you let his stupid cliche and corny joke just giggling at his antics before turning back to his window.

-

It was in the early hours of the morning when Shawn started apologizing. Again.

“I’m so sorry. I feel so bad about earlier and you’re absolutely the sweetest person. I should’ve known and thought about the situation before jumping to conclusions. I swear my ego hasn’t gotten to my head that bad.”

“You need to stop apologizing,” he chuckled with you, “seriously it’s okay. And you’ve been nothing but kind to me since I’ve been here. I mean housewarming muffins? That’s the best. Plus I’m staying here with you so really I should be thanking you not listening to you say sorry.”

“It wasn’t okay for me to assume anything. Also brave of you to think the muffins were for you!”

“I’m enjoying them nonetheless,” he was smiling at you again, “stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Smiling at me like that!”

“Like what?” He was chuckling again, “like what, Y/N?”

“Like that. You’re making me nervous.”

“Why?”

“Because you're way too kind and not hard to look at, I’m bound to be flustered by you.”

He just kept smiling down at you, his head tipping closer to your own. Jerk.

“I like making you blush.”

“You’re good at it. I barely know you and I’m probably in love with you.”

His head tilted back when he broke out in laughter exposing a perfect neck. He was literally perfect. The definition of perfection.

“You’re not,” his smile was full of mischief, “but I’ll get you to love me by the end of this.”

You leaned in your head enjoying how his breath hitched at your close proximity because he might affect you but you affected him just as much.

“Is that a bet?”

“Nope. A promise.”

He pressed his pillowy soft pink lips against the corner of your lips and enjoyed the taste of your coconut lip scrub that was now in his bathroom. He felt giddy.

“What will happen after quarantine?”

“You’ll move the rest of your stuff in, duh.”

He was being sassy.

“Mmhmm? And when will I meet the family?”

“I was thinking we could go there in a couple of days? I want to spend some time with them.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, I want to see them before we really hunker down. Is that okay with you?”

You smiled putting your arms around his neck the two of you far more comfortable in each other's presence than expected.

“Sounds good.”

“Ok,” he pressed his nose to yours lightly eyes gleaming in excitement, ecstatic at the idea of telling his family about the awesome girl in front of him “we’ll just stand six feet away.”

You both chuckled.

“Like we’re doing right now?”

“Baby, we’re in this together.”

“Yeah? Like High School Musical?”

“I’ll be your Troy.”

“You’re more of a Ricky.”

He gave you a look. Shawn’s ringlet curl flopping onto his forehead. Definitely a Ricky Bowen.

“I’m serious, we’re in this together.”

“I’m okay with that.”

And you were being truthful. You knew this situation was bringing you two closer much faster than normal but you hadn’t felt this safe in so long. Shawn was a stranger just hours ago but now he was already affecting your heart. You could see yourself falling in love with him by the end of all this. He might just keep his promise.

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So as a simultaneous end of the year/ completion of Golden Echoes/ launch of Buried Gold celebration, I thought it would be neat to go through every chapter and post my favourite line/phrase/sentence/paragraph/etc from each. Why? Is this a genuine celebration? Do I think I’m funny and laugh at my own jokes? Am I actually just procrastinating? Yes. (Very obviously spoilers for the entire fic.)

Prologue: Lost  Darkness, pierced by the faint glow of sunlight through the holes in the ceiling. The sound of dripping water, pooling in the centre of the room.

Prologue: Found It remembered a time of life and colour, when it danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off its happiness and energy and gave him their own. Would it ever experience that again?

Prologue: Name  Old, brittle bones grinded. Rusted metal sounded against the tiled floor. Colourless eyes softly glowed silver.

Returned ...whoever thought it was a good idea to create a horror attraction out of the actual murders of actual children needed to have their heads readjusted. Forcefully. With a mask full of crossbeams and wires.

Exploration ...servos and circuits, they had been at this location for an hour and Freddy was already having a terrible day. Also it was 10 AM. The location operated at night. Why.

Darkness  So young, and left without a voice. I ask you now to make your choice. Clean the tiles of blood and tears? Or let them suffer with their fears?

Void He called up a memory, of turquoise eyes and golden fur, of whispers in the night that meant nothing and everything, of a feeling of happiness, that nothing would ever change, because the world was already perfect. 

Balloons Of course this place has wonky physics.

JJ “So let me get this straight. A potentially dangerous supernatural rabbit wants me to take a cryptic message to a potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit, and then somehow convince the other potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit and his potentially dangerous animatronic friends that the first potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit is not, in fact, the definitely dangerous child-murdering serial killer who’s...somewhere else. Have I got all that?”

Rabbit Part of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to make a facial expression, but couldn't. 

Arcade The Void was not cooperating.

Parts Things had always seemed much brighter when they were two.

Guard Whatever came to one or the other's mind, in the breaks between people coming through and Sam playing creepy sounds over the speakers because 'a couple of teenagers are smooching on cam six, do they you realize I can see you, jesus christ, why are you even snogging in a horror attraction anyway, I really don't get the appeal, I swear to god-' or something along those lines, anyway.

Adventure Peace wasn't a feeling the ghost had had for a very long time.

Notes ...it had been a handful of wild yellow daisies a little girl had found, and he’d woven them into a ‘flower crown’ (actually more of a flower bracelet- the girl had picked as many as she could hold, but children had small hands) and put it on Fredbear’s hat when his partner wasn’t looking. Fredbear had promptly worn it all that night and the next day, daisies and all. Spring hadn’t been sure if he’d noticed or not, but either way, it had been very cute.

Cupcakes If the kid wanted a dinosaur, the kid should get a dinosaur, as far as he was concerned. Clothes were clothes. Why did people kick up such a stink about it sometimes?

Tapes “Uh, hello? Hello, hello! Uh, there’s been a slight change of company policy concerning use of the suits. Um, don’t.” “Oh gee,” JJ muttered, “imagine. It’s almost as if they were giant metal deathtraps.”

Talk ...she didn’t need to understand every aspect of Springtrap's life. That was Springtrap’s job, and he was apparently terrible at it.

Performance “It smells like something crawled in there and died.” 

Gold Fredbear had been Springtrap’s heart and soul; as much as he loved the children and gave each performance his all, his real reason for living was in the bear who sang beside him. Springtrap remembered singing on stage, a guitar in his hands and love in his soul. He remembered stolen kisses in the night, waltzing on cool tiles with music nobody else could hear. He remembered stealing Fredbear’s hat dozens of times, running off wearing it and giggling like a small child himself. He remembered quiet nights, when the only sounds were his guitar and Fred’s soft humming, sometimes the same tune, sometimes not, but neither of them ever cared. He remembered curling up together, watching stars twinkle in the night sky beyond the walls of the little diner, and truly believing that the time they had together was infinite. 

Stage He was holding something. He looked down, opened his hand and saw a gleaming purple microphone, accented with gold. It had been years, decades, since he had last seen it, but he recognized it. He knew what it meant. "Even after everything, I’m still with you." 

[Note: this is also the chapter that contained Springtrap’s poem. I’m quite proud of that one, despite how much of a pain it was to write. So, honourable mention]

Notes [Note: wait, crud, there’s two chapters named Notes? I’m gonna have to change one of those later.]

Maybe she just needed to hit something.

Knife [Note: I forgot to actually title this one in AO3. Welp. Better fix that later]

It was slightly strange, a Freddy’s-related crime that was just… basic burglary. It was always the unusual crimes that happened- murder, manslaughter, OSHA violations (so many OSHA violations). But theft? That was new.

Shadows

They lapsed back into silence for a moment. “So, this place… is it real?” In a fashion. It was created from your memories of what is gone. “So… if Fredbear isn’t here…” He is unreachable. “Where?” I cannot tell you. “You don’t know, do you.” The Shadow-Bear was silent, telling Springtrap all he needed to know. 

Puppet RWQ… Yes? Stop tormenting the rabbit. You’re no fun. Puppet? She hissed at the purple bear. Stop tormenting the rabbit. “And why would I listen to you?” Because, Shadow Freddy said as the Puppet was slowly levitated up into the air, all four limbs flailing, he’s needed. And also, you are being, as Springtrap so eloquently called RWQ earlier, an asshole.

Voice Specifically, it was more a mixture of blood, rotting flesh, and whatever other bodily fluids lingered in William Afton’s partially mummified decomposing head and was accessible via Springtrap’s mouth, without opening said mouth to the point where someone would notice said partially mummified decomposing head.  [Or] Springtrap was displaying remarkable self-restraint. First, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for threatening his friend’s life. Then, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for implying he had a problem with the golden bear. Now, he wasn’t squeezing the life out of JJ in a hug.

Ghosts “No. The thing is, I’ve never had a name I felt truly fit before it. I can’t be Bonnie any more; the Classic model has taken that name, and he is welcome to have it. Spring Bonnie was the name the Man Behind the Slaughter used; I never truly referred to myself with it. Some employees called me Golden Bonnie, to fit with the whispers of a Golden Freddy, but that was never truly a name either, although I suppose I could have gotten used to it eventually. But Springtrap? It lets me keep my past, and it lets me have a future. Sure, it’s a little odd, but I don’t mind. I kind of like it. It’s unique.”

Humans Oh, Spring has a key. That explains where the spare went! When did he get that? Jake’s been looking for it for ages. Not that it’s my business. He says he technically works here, so it’s not stealing. Cheeky. He’s right though.

Henry “I’m not sure whether I should be pissed about the weird way he’s been constructed, or impressed he hasn’t collapsed yet. What the hell is holding him togeth- wait what the hell is that.” Springtrap winced. He knew he should’ve warned them beforehand, but he still tended to hide the rotting corpse. It was instinctive, a sort of habit- born from the fear he would be scrapped is the workers found out, and increased by the fact he was being blamed for murder.

Sound No matter how bad Springtrap’s eyesight could get, no matter how often his joints locked up, Springtrap had always had his rabbit hearing. It had saved his life several times, back when the Classics were hunting him. He had figured out a basic method of echolocation for when his eyes were useless. He relied on his ears, and now they were letting him down for the first time in his life. It scared him.

Doors “Freddy! We have a problem!”

Attack He did. He needed a hand. God, it hurt. Where was his arm? Was that his arm? No, it couldn’t be. He was gold. Not green. Or maybe it was. It was hard to think. Thinking. What a strange concept. The Greeks had invented thinking, hadn't they? Why would they do that?

Rest There were voices. Voices. His voicebox had lungs. His lungs were in his spine. His spine was being held together by lungs. His spine attached to his legs. He had no legs. He heard voices. He couldn’t hear. The grass was nice. Cool. Soft. Green. Like his eyes. Not like his eyes. Like his fur. He had no fur. Like his plush. His plush was green. Or gold. Or red. Or brown. He couldn’t remember which. Maybe it was all of them There was a breeze. It was nice. Warm. Hot. It was sunny. The sun was a star. He liked stars.  Stars meant Fredbear. And dancing. Where were his legs? He wanted to dance with the stars. Or with Fredbear. Fredbear. His Fredbear. He missed Fredbear.

Epilogue: Box Smeared down the plaster, it started about six feet up, and grew thicker toward the ground. It looked like Springtrap, or the Purple Guy, had slid down the wall until they were sitting. The tile beneath was stained heavily, and Freddy marvelled at how much blood was in a human body.

Epilogue: Opening ... no killing. That was the new rule. It was a strange one, for Master, but he supposed Master knew what he was talking about. He had changed, too; he had scratched behind his ears a couple days ago and it had felt so good.

Epilogue: Spark He remembered a time of life and colour, when he danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off his happiness and energy and gave him their own. He would experience that again.

[surrounded-by-superheroes]

The Poisonous Cure Ch. 2

CLICK HERE FOR CHAP ONE!

Summary;  Loki runs into a young girl on his morning walk and is shocked to learn she’s more than just a minor selling herself on the streets. Her web is more tangled than perhaps even his, and she certainly holds as many secrets. He swears to find more about her, but does he really want to?

Author’s Note; So, I thought I already posted this but can’t find it anywhere!! I’M SO SORRY.

Warnings; Language, talk about sex. (Oh my)

Words; 3,581

Chapter Two

Moving Day

When I wake up it’s about one in the afternoon and time for me to get groceries. After gently letting Ghost back out I head out myself to the nearby market. I wave to Mack at the front desk and get what I need, which isn’t much, then head back to him and pay. Quietly, I enter my apartment building and slip back into my room unnoticed. Seems others had the same idea.

“What the fuck are you doing in my place!?” I hiss, moving around trench coat guy to put my groceries in the kitchen. Spinning around to face him, I cross my arms and fix him with a cold stare. “You have one minute to tell me why I shouldn’t kick you out. Go.”

“These are immensely small lodgings.” He comments smartly, letting his hands linger in his coat pockets as he looks me up and down. My gaze sharpens at his words.

“Forty seconds.” I state curtly and lean against the fridge.

“How can you use magic?” Trench coat guy asks and I shrug.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business. Thirty-five seconds.” I continue to count down while trying to think of a way out of this that doesn’t include murder. He grins at my attitude and seems to actively enjoy it.

“You have two choices, little witch. Come with me peacefully and answer all my questions or I will drag you out of this place.” He offers with the calm sincerity of a serial killer. Which, I suppose, he is.

“You’re the man who tried, and failed, to destroy New York, so your word isn’t really worth a lot to me. Loki of Asgard.” I sass, once again moving around him and sitting on my bed. That seems to get under his skin since he frowns at me. I rejoice in the small victory.

“I am much more than just a man-”

“If you’re talking about your godliness, save it. I’ve met plenty of people who thought they were gods, guess what they all had in common? They were worms.” I spit. “I doubt you’re different.” I finish interrupting him and savor the anger on his face. Get someone else angry and they lose control and I like having control.

“Must I speak to your…owner about this?” He asks with a heavy dose of spite. I jump up and walk over to him, grabbing his tie and yanking his face down to my level, then freezing him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I am not owned by anyone, you sack of dick-tits.” I stare into his eyes to make sure he gets the point before releasing his tie and body. A light chuckle falls from his lips as he gracefully shakes out his limbs once he can move again.

“Then why don’t you come with me?” He continues to question me. At that, I hesitate to give an answer.

“Sure, why don’t I go with the homicidal god?” I ask sarcastically. “You don’t understand what you’re asking…” I sober and trail off, beginning to taste the familiar hint of fear on my tongue. The heavy copper taste is irritatingly familiar and Loki seems to recognize it in my eyes. “I’m dead if I leave.” I tell him in a hushed voice, paranoidly glancing at the door. When I look back at Loki his face has hardened into tense determination.

“Not if you come with me. I swear to protect you, little sorceress, on my, somewhat already tarnished, honor.” He promises sincerely and strangely, while the gears in my mind start turning rapidly. Maybe this could be my escape? I doubt Strike would look for me in the Avengers’ tower. I could be free. I hesitate only a moment more before pulling out a bag and shoving all my clothes into it. Next comes Ghost’s tuna cans and my money jar, then I turn towards Loki with thinly veiled irritation.

“Meet me out front and don’t get caught.” I instruct shortly and open my window, just barely slipping out while I wait for Loki to leave. After he shuts the door and it automatically locks, I start screaming bloody murder. If I ever need to come back here, I’ll need to have a good story to go along with it. Kidnapping is as good as it gets. When I see the doorknob start shaking I slip carefully down the alley and quickly look around for Loki. When I see him staring aimlessly into the distance I nearly shout in irritation. “Loki!” I shout and gesture for him to get out of there. My feet start hitting the concrete at a fast pace away from the building as soon as he moves. Obviously, I’m not waiting. I skid to a stop when fucking Iron Man appears in front of me and scoops me up, the freezing temperature of his metal suit making my entire body burst into goosebumps.

“Hey, Penn and Teller. Big fan.” He tells me through his suit and I have enough decorum to roll my eyes as we fly through the afternoon sky.

“Can any of you do anything normally?” I sass while intentionally looking up instead of down, clutching my bag to my chest like it’s a parachute.

“No.” Is his short answer, but I believe I can hear a smile in his voice. We reach the tower in minutes and when he puts me on my feet I instantly take steps away from him. The mask over his face opens and he gestures in front of him with a metallic hand. “You might want to go first.” Tony Stark suggests as metal arches separate from the roof and start circling him. I take his advice and hurry inside the enormous glass room, nearly running into a certain blonde god.

“Geez, you all are everywhere.” I mutter and put a good amount of distance between us. Once Tony joins us I smirk and wrap the strap of my bag across my chest instead of my shoulder. “Well, I always thought I’d one day get called to the Avengers tower, but I thought it’d be to a bed and not to a conference.” I joke to relieve nerves, but all I receive in return are frowns.

“Uh yeah, how old are you? Sixteen? Been dabbling in some illegal stuff there, kiddo.” Tony says in an almost concerned tone. A laugh tumbles from my lips and I can’t stop it.

“Oh no, I had to feed and clothe myself and didn’t steal.” I respond with flagrant sarcasm. “Sorry, but should you even be allowed to say that kind of thing to me? The great Tony Stark, who was once famous for his blowout parties instead of being Iron Man.” I continue pointing out while backing up as they move forward. At least until I run into another chest. I jump and spin around to face the slicked back hair wonder once again. I continue backing up until I’m surrounded by the three of them.

“And this is the girl that bested you, Loki?” Thor asks skeptically, but I see a tinge of wariness in his eyes that flatters me. They keep moving and my eyes can’t watch them all at the same time. Nervousness builds in my stomach until I can’t stand it anymore.

“Stop moving.” I command emphatically and throw my hands down in frustration. The men freeze, but not of their own volition. Taking a deep breath, I move out of their circle and off to the side so I can see the three of them at the same time. Then release them as I exhale.

“Would you stop doing that?” Loki asks, clearly berated with me. He straightens his black suit ensemble with angry, quick movements that almost make me giggle. It’s strange to see Thor in a blue t-shirt and jeans, but he has a much godlier air than Loki even in casual wear. Maybe it’s because of his short hair nowadays. His eye is wary and his hand is open at his side, as if invisibly gripping a weapon. Tony’s eyes hold the same wariness, but hold curiosity more than anything else. I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen Tony Stark in anything but a suit, but he looks very comfortable in dark jeans and a black T.

“How are you doing that?” Tony asks and walks forward, but stops when I take another step back. He presses his lips together for a moment as he thinks, then speaks. Huh, a change from the old days I suppose. “Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I don’t have any interest in sixteen-year-old girls. Except you know, scientifically.” Tony says with earnest eyes. I sit down on the nearest piece of furniture, which happens to be the arm of a white leather couch, and tap the floor with my tennis shoe.

“I want to talk a deal first.” I state firmly and cross my arms.

“Alright,” Thor speaks up first and sits across from me, leaning his elbows on his knees. “what do you wish?” He asks, seemingly interested. A smile stretches across my face.

“I want the promise of food, water, decent lodgings, and protection.” I list off things easily, shifting my eyes between the three men leisurely.

“Of course, you’ll get those. We aren’t fucking monsters. We can even arrange for a shopping trip to personalize your stuff and get you…regular clothes. If you stop acting like a brat.” Tony responds immediately, clearly a little annoyed at me. Loki approaches in the back of the group with an amused smile.

“And what do we get in return for giving you all these things?” He asks like a true businessman and actually manages to gain a modicum of respect from me.

“I will allow your tests and I will answer your questions.” I answer simply, staring him down like two brawlers in a fight club. After a few moments, he breaks his face in half with a smile.

“I like her. I say deal.” Loki responds and walks over to me with his hand held out. I stare at it like it’s infected.

“Not shaking that.” His hand lowers, but his smile doesn’t dim. If anything, it brightens.

“I’d like to add to this deal, actually.” He says interestingly as both Thor and Tony look at him in shock. “I want to add training to this list.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know if you’re good enough for me to train.” I instantly snap, knowing full well what he means. Tony and Thor now smirk at me as we wait for Loki’s response. Within a second, hundreds of Loki’s fill the room. I frown. Alright, I can’t do that. Pursing my lips, I raise a hand and snap, sending a ripple of gold dust throughout the room. Every time it hits a fake Loki, he disappears until they’re all gone and only the original is left.

“I could teach you to duplicate yourself.” He offers and I rearrange my bag on my body, the strap having been digging uncomfortably into my shoulder.

“Fine. Can I be shown a room now? This bag is heavy.” I request and follow Tony when he stands and starts walking.

“I’m putting you in between these two for now so they can look after you. I’m the floor below and Natasha is above. That amount of us should keep you in check. Personalizing will come after your attitude improves.” He says like a parent, but I just roll my eyes.

“So, never?” I remark playfully and I see him smirk before opening a door to his right. The doors themselves are glass, but they’re darkly tinted so no one can see inside. I glance backwards at Thor and Loki as we enter the room and note that I can see out from within.

“Tada!” Tony announces in a tone laced with sarcasm. I look around the room and take a deep breath to try and wrap my head around the sheer size of it. A chandelier that resembles a small tree hangs from the ceiling and has its own divot so it isn’t too low. The far wall is completely made from windows, but I notice shutters on each end so I know they can be covered. To my left is an almost wall that houses a fireplace with fresh wood just waiting to be lit. It’s in the center of the opening to another room, so the space is still open. A few feet above the fireplace are doors that I assume lead to a television. A tan rug sits down in a pit the same circumference as the large chandelier and has various pieces of furniture littered throughout; all dark red or black excepting the plain glass coffee table. Finally exhaling, I move around the fireplace and find the bedroom. The clearly king-sized bed is up on its own platform, requiring whoever sleeps there to climb up three steps before falling into the white comforter and sheets. Two small, black, side-tables flank the almost blindingly bright bed and a dresser is just on the other side down the stairs. It’s the same black and I think may be a little shorter than me. I drop my bag at the steps of the bed pedestal and walk to the only unexplored room left. My lips part after I peek into the bathroom. Everything is a pristine white, marble no doubt, except the tiles in the shower are gray. There are double sinks and I could most likely fit five of me inside the bathtub. My old apartment could have fit inside this bathroom alone. I walk back out of the bathroom and find Tony, Thor, and Loki in the same place I left them, but now Tony has a smug look on his face.

“What? No kitchen?” I quip and grin when Tony’s face falls.

“Instead of encouraging the team to be recluses, we have a communal kitchen where all the food is.” Tony explains while looking a little crestfallen. I sigh and cross my arms.

“Joking, tin can. Just saying, you know I’m just a slut, right? I don’t need this kind of room unless you want me here for something else?” I question seriously, almost flinching when all three men frown.

“Leave. I’ll speak with her.” Loki speaks up from the back and walks forward. Shockingly, Tony and Thor do as he requests, albeit they both look shocked.

“I’ll come by to grab you before dinner to do some tests. Don’t kill each other.” Tony reminds us before shutting the doors behind him. I walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge, crossing my legs so my dress falls further up on my thigh. It’s a reflex when a person of power is in my vicinity. He walks over and once again surprises me by sitting on the floor next to me, placing me in the position of power above him.

“Alright, little witch, allow me to shed light on a few things for you.” Loki starts in a tone of voice I have yet to hear him use. It’s tender and it instantly puts me on edge. When men speak like this they usually want something from me. “While you’re here you will not give yourself to anyone and I assure you that you will not be asked to. That is over. Do you understand me?” He asks and I instantly nod without giving thought to his words. Yes is a man’s favorite word. Not Loki’s, apparently. “Do not jest with me. Say the words back to me and I will know if you lie.” He instructs and waits patiently with blue fire in his eyes.

“I…I don’t have to sleep with anyone while I’m here?” I try to say, but my mind is having a ridiculously hard time accepting the words. I can’t remember the last time I went more than a week without business. Loki seems surprised I didn’t instantly shoot back with a sarcastic response. “What?” I ask and cross my arms defensively.

“Generally, decent people don’t let young girls do such things.” He tells me seriously as I continue staring at him.

“And you consider yourself one of these people?” I ask with just a taste of sass. He smirks and examines me for a couple moments before suddenly letting his skin brighten into blue instead of white. His eyes turn red and I can feel the soothing cold emanating from him.

“I was born a king, so yes. I have the dignity, decency, and intelligence to see when someone is doing something monstrous.” He explains and my interest in him grows.

“You’re so cold. I can feel it rolling off you like waves on the sand.” I tell him factually, watching him absorb the words with a sort of grim acceptance. “May I see your hand?” I ask without thinking and extend mine towards him. His skin starts to change back, but I shake my head. “No, no, no. Don’t do the fake thing. I would’ve shaken your hand earlier if I wanted to touch your fake hand.” I snap, but my voice has no venom in it. A beat passes and his skin fades back to blue as he lets his hand hover under mine with a timid curiosity in his eyes. I let my fingers gently tap his palm before grabbing onto it like a lifeline. A chill rolls through me and I shut my eyes for a moment, relaxing. I can live with this kind of touch; cold. Usually when I touch people they’re hot, needy, and sweaty. Warmth isn’t comforting, it’s body heat and too many blankets and someone beside you that doesn’t care. Warmth is where the germs of life thrive. Cold is the opposite; sterile and sharp and safe in the assurance that most avoid it. I sigh and open my eyes, letting my own skin turn its normal color. A small gasp leaves Loki’s lips as my skin changes from nude to a dark green, like jade. My iris’ turn a fiery orange and my hair turns an unnaturally bright red. Loki’s freezing blue skin soothes my burning green skin and I allow a small smile to grace my face as he watches in awe.

“How about…when it’s just you and I…we look like this?” I propose hesitantly as I continue scanning his face for signs of what he’s thinking. His expression is interested and curious when he reaches up with his other hand to encapsulate mine.

“Deal. Now, do whatever you like until Stark arrives for you. I will also be present during the tests.” He tells me and stands, pressing ice cold lips to my sweltering knuckles before walking to the door.

“Don’t tell anyone else.” I whisper and he looks back at me, nods, then leaves. Sighing, I change my skin back to it’s normal color and get up, walking around the bed with my bag and unpacking it into the dresser. I hide my money under my clothes and use an extra drawer to store Ghost’s tuna. He’ll find me tonight, he always does. Now that I’m closer to the windows I see a small balcony covered by a small awning. I press on the glass and it opens instantly, sliding to the right. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I step out and lean against the railing. The city lights are just barely starting to steal the light from the fading sun and the sky is just starting to seep pink and yellow with the blue. I’ll tell you one thing, I could definitely get used to the view. A soft mewing alerts me to Ghost and I instantly turn to face the door.

“Wow, buddy. I haven’t even opened your dinner yet. I’m impressed.” I congratulate him and head in, smiling at the way he twists around my legs. Quickly I open and set down his dinner, tickling his bum like I always do. I sit on the step next to him and stare out the door peaceably. “You have free roam of this building now, bud. Just make sure to stay out of sight, okay?” I ask nicely and he looks up at me, his amber eyes shining in the fluorescent lights. “Kay, good.” My head snaps up when I hear a knock at the door and I instantly stand and straighten my dress. “Hold on!” I shout and turn back to Ghost. “Now you behave, mister. No pranks.” I warn and quickly go to the door, slipping out of it and meeting Stark face to face. He looks a little surprised at my quick exit, but seems to accept it.

“Ready for a check-up, kiddo?” He asks with a lazy grin on his face, but his eyes are alight with the promise of gaining new knowledge.

“Lead the way, metal man.” I gesture forward and follow him when he starts to walk. Butterflies flutter in my gut at the thought of what the team may find out about me. They have two gods here, so maybe they’ll be accepting to me as well, yes? I sigh as we walk down the hall and up two floors, then finally into a lab mostly made of glass and metal and concrete. Time to get poked with a stick.

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FFT: I've Only Been Pretending

Okay, so.. Bare with me while I write about another one of my latest fixations. I know you probably don’t watch Riverdale, but recently, I’ve gotten into it.. Even wrote a lil oneshot [ selfish] that prompted me to think about how Alyssa and Sweet Pea met.

When you sent me this and I knew it was from Les Miserables ( i hope it was at least, either way, the song and lyric fit this so fucking perfect, god bless you for sending me this!) and heard the song again.. I knew I had the perfect way to give some required backstory on that oneshot linked above. SO THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY BLACK HEART AND I LOVE YOU.

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“Look who wandered over to the wrong side of town. Hey Red.. Does the carpet match the drapes?”

I sped up, trying to make my way past the Ghoulie that had spoken. When he reached out and grabbed my arms, I started to scream and immediately, I resorted to attempting to kick and punch as much as I could. He spun me around to face him and immediately stepped as close to me as he could get, glazed over eyes roaming over every inch of my body with a near predatory smirk.

I continued to shout and scream and kick up as much of a fuss as I could, but deep down, I felt the fear starting to take over. Desperation because absolutely no one knew where I was at and what I was up to at the moment.

My father and my brother probably both thought I was upstairs in bed. They don’t know I snuck out. They don’t know why I snuck out. I don’t even know why I did it if you want the honest to God’s truth…

Maybe it was everyone always assuming I’m this good and sweet and quiet person. Maybe I was bored. Maybe the threat of a serial killer lurking in the wings made me feel alive.

Either way, as I found myself trapped there by the Ghoulie, I was beginning to have one of those ‘today I fucked up’ moments. 

And then, out of nowhere, a pool stick connected with the back of the Ghoulie’s head. His grip on me loosened and he stumbled forward with my would be savior quickly stepping up, clocking him in the back of the head with his fist while shouting at me to run and don’t stop.

Being that I was afraid, fuck yes I ran. I ran until my lungs burned and I saw blue lights whizzing past heading in the direction I’d just come from. As I stood there, catching my breath, I heard someone behind me calling my name.

I almost bolted again. As he stepped into view, the streetlight overhead glinting off of the rings on his fingers, I swallowed hard and stepped back, wary. “S-sweet Pea?” I stammered, a brow raised. 

I’ll admit this… I’m both attracted to and terrified of the guy. Terrified because he’s a Serpent and I’ve heard enough from Jughead, a friend of mine and my brothers… They can be dangerous. Plus, he’s a literal fucking giant and intimidating as hell. And for someone like me, that’s not something I deal well with. So, I tend to keep a wide berth in the halls at school. Or around town, if he happens to be present.

The thing about this is I really have to try.. Make a concentrated effort. I literally have to force myself to pretend I don’t notice him and I’m not beyond painfully aware of him and drawn to him like a magnet.

So, being this close to him was throwing me into a turmoil. On the one hand, I wanted to run. I knew I should be running, most likely. I knew if my brother caught wind of him anywhere near me, then any peace the two sides of Riverdale High had been having lately would literally become dust in the wind because my brother just that hot headed and overprotective.

He always has been. 

I knew all this and yet, my feet were rooted to the concrete sidewalk and my eyes were glued to Sweet Pea as he stepped closer, a brow raised. The street lamp illuminated injuries he’d gotten. Fresh ones. Probably from fighting that Ghoulie, the thought came and the guilt settled over me as I tilted my head slightly to look up at him and tapped my foot against the sidewalk.

“What the fuck are you doing on the South Side?”

“I don’t know.” I muttered it quietly, I was beyond well aware how stupid the guy probably thinks I am now, i mean.. It’s a known fact. Unless you’re born here, you stay on your side of town. It’s dangerous, or so I’ve always heard… and even more so after dark.

“So what? You just strolled down here for shits and giggles?” he was gazing at me intently, I could feel his eyes burning holes through me. I didn’t dare look up and meet his gaze. Instead, I stared intently at my shoes and the concrete sidewalk beneath them. And the silent tension that’s always lingered between the two of us grew and intensified.

It was enough that I was shuffling one foot, fidgeting my fingertips in the ragged sleeve of my favorite shirt. 

Sweet Pea reached out, tilting my chin to make me look up at him and my thoughts just seemed to trail off. “Did you hear anything I just said, little Red?”

“No, I…” started but he grumbled something to himself and carefully, he gripped at my elbow.

“Hey, what the fucking hell, Sweet Pea?”

“I said I’m taking you home. If I don’t take you home and more shit like that happens… Look, I’m not fightin your brother again, it’s pointless.” Sweet Pea explained it as calmly as he could and I stood there, staring up at him, trying to formulate words, some kind of a clever quip in response but as usual, nothing came.

I nodded, taking a deep breath and he seemed to realize that I wasn’t going to take off or go do something crazy, so he lowered his grip on my elbow. Despite myself, I pouted just a little and when our eyes met, he bit his lip, staring down at me.

“Ya know… you gave that Ghoulie prick a bloody nose, right?”

“Duh, you know my brother. Did you really think he wouldn’t drill proper self defense into my head as soon as we got older?” I fell into step beside him and shivered, hugging myself a little for warmth.

“You wander to the wrong side of town… with no actual jacket. Everything okay at home, little Red?”

Despite the fact that for the entirety of the time that our schools have been merged he’s dismissively called me that, I felt my cheeks heating up just a little and I stopped walking, staring up at him as I mulled it over and shrugged.

“Oh what, so this little adventure tonight was what? You? Bored?” Sweet Pea was sneering a little towering over me as he did so, his eyes boring so deep into mine that I felt like he was trying to stare into my soul. That fact had me shivering just a little more and it wasn’t because of the chill creeping into the air. 

“I wasn’t bored. I just... “ I trailed off, my hands moving, fingers fidgeting with my shirt sleeves as I gazed up at the night sky stretched out endless above us. Finally, I managed to answer. “Have you ever just felt like nothing about you was real? And that you didn’t know who you actually were? I was going stir crazy, okay? I had to get out of there, it felt like the walls were closing in and I couldn’t think.”

“That’s pretty deep considering it’s coming from a North Sider.”

“Yeah? Well you barely know me, so I hardly see how you can just say that.”

Sweet Pea shrugged mildly. Pop’s was coming into view now, I could feel myself relaxing a little and my stomach chose that moment to growl so loud it had both of us exchanging looks. He grumbled and then after a few seconds, he nodded to the flickering neon sign in the window, it’s light hazy, casting a comforting glow from within.

“Obviously, we’re both hungry. A burger okay with you, little Red?”

“Yeah. I’m starving.”

We walked into the diner, right past Cheryl’s booth where she happened to be sitting with Toni and Fangs. For a second, Sweet Pea stopped, looking at his friends and it almost looked as if there was some intense silent conversation going on with the group.

Josie sat in the back, nursing a milkshake and when we walked past, she and Sweet Pea briefly exchanged awkward smiles. She gave me a warm friendly smile and after leaving a tip, she got up and left quickly.

I put it out of my head because honestly, being popular is my brother’s domain, not mine. I have absolutely no interest in it. It’s bad enough that because my brother is who he is, I’m pretty well known.

‘Don’t fuck with Archie’s baby sister, man, Archie will fight.’ or ‘ Oh, that’s just Alyssa. Archie’s kid sister, she’s a sweet kid.’

Nothing whatsoever to set me apart.

That was the crux of everything I’d done tonight. I just wanted to feel like I controlled my life. Like I could have some secret hidden thing and feel alive if I chose to.

Naturally, I had to go and get in over my head.

I settled into the booth, busying myself with a menu and Sweet Pea finally made his way over to the booth, slipping into the opposite seat, his knees brushing right against mine because he had to cram himself in the small space practically. I bit my lip and looked up, my eyes immediately immersed in the dark depths of his. 

And then.. Then I stuck my entire goddamn foot in my mouth. Just like I’m always avoiding him to keep from doing in the first place.

“S-sorry.. I can tuck my legs under my butt so you have room?” I slurped the milkshake, twisting a strand of bright red around my fingertips as I watched him.

When he smiled, suddenly, the neon in the window wasn’t the only source of warmth and light in the dimly lit diner. I gave a soft laugh and bit the tip of my straw. “Did you just smile at me, Sweet Pea?”

All he did was shrug and continue to eye fuck my massive order of french fries. I wordlessly slid the plate between us, nodding to it and muttering through a mouth full, “There.”

Wordlessly, he reached out and took a handful, munching down quietly. When I took a handful and raked them through my shake, he grimaced.

“Who the hell even does that, huh?”

“You’ve never had fries and chocolate ice cream?”

“No, and I don’t fucking wanna.”

“Oh god, you have to try it, man. It’s a party in your mouth.”

“Yeah, no.”

I pouted and offered him my shake and nodded to the plate, a smirk playing at my lips. “You don’t want me thinking Serpents are wimps, right?”

“Did you just.. Cute. You’re going to challenge me, huh? Okay, fine. Let’s see how this tastes you actual little heathen.” Sweet Pea was chuckling now and he dipped his fries into the milkshake, groaning as he took a mouthful. “This is really good. Shit.”

“See?”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one.” the laughter between us died away, leaving us to stare. After a few seconds, he chuckled to himself and shook his head.

“What?”

“This is the first time I’ve really laughed or anything since that whole thing with Josie.”

“I wasn’t under the impression you ever laughed, Sweet Pea.”

“There’s a lot you don’t actually know about me, Alyssa.”

“Maybe I’d like to find out.” I blurted it out before I could stop myself, flames rising to my cheeks as I did. He eyed me and shrugged. “I’m a pretty simple guy. Ask away, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” I said it quickly, even as my heart fluttered and my stomach got that giddy butterfly feeling deep inside. Even though the tone in his voice when he said it did so many things to me.

“It fits. It sticks.”

“Ugh, damn it, fine.”

Honestly? Sweet Pea is the only person I’m going to accept calling me that moving forward. Because there’s just something about when he says it that makes it more special.

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I’ll Be Your Safety: Nineteen.

She sat in front of a partially painted canvas as the sweet voice of Ed Sheeran filled the room. It was mid morning and the Saturday sun was shining brightly through her windows. She started to hum softly before mixing a new shade of green. She loved days like this. She could sit around enjoying the weather and herself. It was just what she needed after a stressful week. Her mind started to drift off to the night before. Everything about it was just right. After all the kids left, Ronnie and Harry just sat around and talked until the wee hours of the morning. There was no rush, no direction, and no worries.

Her hair was a disaster, her clothes were covered in paint, and Veronica Michaels could care less. She started to hum the words to a song about a couch when a knock came to her door. She called out that it was open and before she knew it a very tanned blue eyed boy and a very excited blonde haired girl were standing in front of her holding hands.

“Hey Lou.” Ronnie said before turning to the girl. “And I’m guessing you are Elliott.”

“Lou, you didn’t tell me she was gorgeous.” The blonde said smacking Louis’ arm.

“Harry did.” Louis said with a grin. “Hi Ron. This is my rude girlfriend, Elliott.”

Ronnie stood up before heading to the kitchen to clean up her paint covered hands.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Ronnie said sticking out her hand.

“Oh the pleasure is all mine.” Elliott said pulled her into a hug. “I’m a hugger, sorry.” A smile formed on Louis’ face as he watched the two girls hug briefly.

“I am not rude. He’s just—” Elliott started.

“Being Louis I gotcha.” Ronnie said laughing.

“Oh Veronica!” Louis said in a singsong voice.

“What?” She asked with a sigh.

“Harold got home a little late last night.” Louis smirked.

“That’s weird because we didn’t go out last night.” Ronnie said with a straight face deciding to mess with him. Elliott could read right through it.

“But wait he left and said he was going—” Louis mumbled. “Are you taking the piss Ron?”

“Clearly she is Lou.” Elliott rolled her eyes. “She’s got the same look about her that Harry has had all morning. It’s obvious they were together last night.”

“Nice choice Louis. I like her.” Ronnie said with a smile.

“Well if you didn’t go out, then what did you do Miss?” Louis said raising an eyebrow.

“We babysat Mrs. Mills girls and then the McDonnell’s son.” Ronnie said with a smile.

“Oh my god, you two make me sick.” Elliott said dramatically. Ronnie just laughed.

“Babe, we need to step up our game if we want to be as perfect as them.” Louis said kissing his girlfriend’s forehead.

“Oh shut up you two.” Ronnie said feigning disgust.

“Well did anything happen while babysitting?” Louis asked suggestively.

“Just ignore him love.” Elliott said shaking her head.

“Why?” Louis whined making Ronnie smile.

“Because that wasn’t even a good one.” She said looking at him.

“I thought it was pretty good.” He said quietly.

Elliott just patted his back before shaking her head. “It really wasn’t.”

Louis just sighed. Ronnie knew she was going to like Louis’ girlfriend.

“Babe, you should have made a joke about Harry falling for the babysitter.” Elliott said with a playful smirk on her face. “Since he’s the baby.”

“See this is why I’m in love with you.” Louis said placing a sloppy kiss on her lips.

Ronnie just smiled watching the young couple interact.

“Sorry Ron.” Louis said blushing realizing she was still there.

“It’s fine. You are hopelessly in love I get it.” Ronnie said dryly. “Now, would the lovebirds like something to eat or drink?”

“No thanks. Harry just made us breakfast.” Louis smiled.

“Oh and I did nothing?” Elliott said hitting him again.

“Fine Elliott helped too.” Louis said rolling his eyes.

“Hey I found out some classified information from Haz, which I’ll be sharing with Ronnie later and not you.” Elliott said sticking out her tongue.

“What did you find out?” Louis asked her suspiciously.

“If you knew how to cook, you would know.” Her girlfriend said with an attitude.

“Ronnie, feel free to kick her out at anytime.” Louis said crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ronnie, just ignore him.” Elliott said. “We came over for a reason.”

“Oh right.” Louis said clearing his head. A big smile formed as he looked at his best friend happily, “The lads and I have a show tonight in the city and you are coming.”

“I’m going and Becca, Liam’s girlfriend, will be there too.” Elliott added.

“Well that should be fun.” Ronnie said with a smile. “I have no choice right?”

“Nope.” Elliott said with a smirk as another knock came to the door.

“It’s open.” Louis shouted. “Come in.”

“Babe this isn’t your home.” Elliott said tapping his arm.

Louis opened his mouth to speak but stopped as the door opened.

Harry and Zayn walked inside with big smiles on their faces.

“See it was just them.” Louis said quietly.

“Well what if it was a serial killer?” Elliott said with a serious look on her face.

“Just because I showed up later than the others doesn’t mean you can make jokes about me.” An Irish voice said from the doorway catching everyone’s attention.

Ronnie started laughing at Niall’s comment. The rest of her friends looked at her like she was crazy. She glanced over at Niall who was smiling happily at their private joke. The blonde Irish boy walked over and pulled her into a tight hug before heading straight for the kitchen. Zayn walked over to her next.

“What ya workin’ on, Ron?” Zayn asked.

“Background for a new piece.” Ronnie said as he stood back to admire it.

“Looks great so far.”  Zayn said before taking a seat on her couch.

She turned to Elliott. “What time do I have to be ready by?”

“We are leaving at 12:45.” Elliott said with a smile.

Ronnie looked over at the clock in the kitchen. She had exactly two hours to get ready.

“Are you wearing that?” Ronnie nodded towards Elliott’s outfit. It was simple but cute.

Elliott nodded. “It’s kind of low-key. Think like indie coffee-shop performance.”

The American nodded trying to visualize what she had in her closet.

“Ron?” Niall called from the kitchen.

“What Nialler?” She asked turning around to look at him.

“Do you have—“ He started to say but she read his mind.

“In the cupboard above the silverware drawer.” She replied quickly.

“What about—“ Niall started again before heading towards the cupboard.

“Second shelf of the fridge behind the bowl of grapes.” Ronnie said with a smile.

“Great, do you have—“ Niall said with his face in the fridge.

“Middle drawer of the fridge.” She said. “That’s if there is any left.”

An impressed look washed over Elliott’s features. She turned towards her boyfriend for some sort of explanation.

“They spend a lot of time together.” Louis whispered. Elliott just nodded slowly.

“Oh Ni, I got you—“ Ronnie started to say before the Irish boy cut her off.

“Veronica Michaels, I love you!” He shouted with his head in the refrigerator.

“Just clean up after yourself this time.” Ronnie sighed.

Niall’s infectious laugh could be heard making her smile.

Ronnie looked around to find everyone watching her, “What?”

“Nothing.” Elliott said with a smug look on his face.

“Okay let’s leave Ron alone so she can get ready.” Louis said plopping down on the couch..

“Don’t make a mess, don’t break anything, and don’t touch my painting.” She rattled off.

“I’ll keep ‘em in line Veronica.” Harry said with a smile from the armchair in the corner.

Her cheeks grew warm as she sent an appreciative smile his way.

Forty-five minutes passed before Veronica Michaels was officially ready to leave. As she left her bathroom, her eyes were drawn to her bed. Sitting contently in a pair of black jeans, a pink polo shirt, and a dark jean jacket was a very happy looking four-year-old girl. Her brown hair was in a high ponytail as a pair of pink Converse covered her feet.

“Well hello Miss Willow, what brings you back here?” Ronnie asked smiling.

“Beronica, come here. I need to tell you something.” Willow said sweetly patting the bed.

The young woman walked over quietly before taking a seat beside the young girl.

“Beronica, Hawee asked me if I wanted to see One Diwection play music.” Willow said softly.

Ronnie tried her best to fight back a smile, “He did?”

“Mummy said yes! So I get to go with you.” Willow squealed. “I’m so happy.”

“That is great.” Ronnie said. “We are going to have so much fun.”

Willow slid off the queen-size bed. “Let’s go see Hawee. He misses you.”

“How do you know that?” She asked suspiciously.

“Well I’m a pwincess so I know these things duh.” Willow said nonchalantly.

The young woman couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh Willow.”

“Wace you to Hawee.” Willow giggled before running out of the room.

A few moments passed before her bedroom door opened and in walked a very happy looking Willow Mills in the arms of a very smug looking Harry Styles. Ronnie just shook her head.

“Beronica, you didn’t even try.” Willow laughed.

“You’re just too fast for me WIlls.” Ronnie said with a dramatic sigh.

“She is the fastest princess I know.” Harry nodded confirming Ronnie’s statement.

“Mumma would be so happy.” Willow smiled proudly.

“Well ladies, I think it’s time we start heading out. Ready?” He said softly.

“Yeah. Hey, Miss Willow, do you need to use the restroom?” Ronnie asked quietly.

“I’ll try to.” The little girl said quietly. “Can you put me down Hawee?”

The young man did was told before watching her skip to the bathroom.

Ronnie reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You okay, Haz?

“Ron I—“ Harry got choked up. He shut his eyes letting out a frustrated sigh.

“I know something is going on with you.” She said quietly.

“It’s just nerves.” He said with a sigh. “They get the best of me sometimes, sorry.”

She looked up and could see the fear in his eyes, “Why are you nervous?”

“Because.” He said shyly trying to avoid eye contact.

“Don’t be nervous Haz, you’ll be amazing.” She said pulling him into her.

The curly haired boy let to out a sigh before looking her in the eyes.

“Hey you’re Harry Styles.” Ronnie said with a smirk. “You can do anything.”

The tall boy leaned in and pressed a deep kiss on her lips making a small smile form.

“Harry…” She whispered softly.

“Okay, I’m weadee.” Willow said waltzing back into the room.

“Alright Miss Willow, let’s go.” Ronnie said stepping away from her friend.

The trio walked out of her room to find the rest of flat empty. She collected her things before following Harry and Willow outside. The others were waiting by their cars.

“I put her car seat in your car. El is gonna go with you guys.” Harry said.

“Okay great.” Ronnie said locking her flat.

“Well Princess Willow, I’ll see you when you get there.” Harry said kissing her head.

“Good luck Hawee.” Willow said shyly as she clung onto Ronnie’s hand.

The young boy leaned in and kissed the side of Ronnie’s head before heading downstairs.

It wasn’t too long after that the two girls headed down to her car finding Elliott waiting patiently.

A big smile formed on her lips as she noticed Willow’s cuteness.

“Well who do we have here?” Elliott asked squatting down to talk to the young girl.

“Willow, this is Elliott, Louis’ girlfriend.” Ronnie said sweetly.

“You date Louis?” Willow said as her eyes lit up making the older girls smile.

“Yes I do. It’s nice to meet you Willow.” Elliott said with a smile.

“Louis is so funny.” Willow said softly. “Kaylee likes him the best.”

“Ask her who her favorite is.” Ronnie whispered softly to Elliott.

“Who do you like best?” Elliott asked with a smile.

“Hawee.” Willow said as her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

“He must be a crowd favorite in this complex.” Elliott said with a smirk.

“Well look at the time—“ Ronnie said with a smile. “We should be heading out now.”

The drive to the venue was full of laughter and endless get-to-know-you conversation topics. Within the first five minutes, Ronnie knew that Elliott was going to be her first real girlfriend in London and that felt good. Having the boys was nice but having someone to have some girl talk with was something she was lacking. She didn’t have many girlfriends so knowing that Elliott could be that for her was something special.

When they got inside, a giant of a man met them at the entrance. Elliott knew him very well. Passes were handed out and the trio was ushered inside the building.

“Oh Becks is here.” Elliott said softly before getting up from the couch. Ronnie looked up to find a brown haired girl standing looking like the definition of perfection. “And next to her is Clara Jane, she’s the girl Zayn’s talking to.”

Ronnie nodded as the two women walked towards them.

“Elliott!” Her posh accent squealed.

“Hey Becca.” The bleached blonde said standing up to embrace her in a hug.

“You must be Ronnie.” Liam’s girlfriend said looking her up and down. The young woman stuck out her hand professionally while Ronnie shook it.

“That’s me. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard great things.” Ronnie said.

“You have a kid?” Becca said eying Willow on her lap disapprovingly.

“Oh no, I’m her babysitter.” Ronnie said shyly. “Miss Willow say hi to Becca.”

“Hi.” Willow said smiling sweetly at the young woman.

“She is an absolute doll.” A spunky looking girl with black hair said smiling.

“Oh you have no idea.” Ronnie said with a smile. “Hi I’m Ronnie.”

“Clara Jane.” The young woman said sitting down beside. “Finally found another American.”

“Refreshing, isn’t it?” Ronnie laughed.

“You have no idea.” The dark haired girl smiled.

“So where are you from?” Ronnie asked quietly as Willow cuddled into her side. The little girl subconsciously started to play with the buttons of Ronnie’s cardigan.

“Originally Wyoming but I moved to New York when I was ten.” Clara Jane explained.

“I’ve always wanted to go to New York.” Ronnie said. “Is it as great as everyone says?”

“Even better.” She smiled. “So um Zayn tells me you are going to school here too?”

“Yeah. From what I heard, you and Becca go to school together?” Ronnie asked.

“Yeah, she is my roommate.” Becca said with a smile. “Look Ronnie I owe you an—“

“Don’t worry about it Becca, it was a misunderstanding.” Ronnie said softly. “I probably would have done the same thing if I was in your shoes to be completely honest.”

Becca offered up a fake smile. Ronnie took what she could get.

The rest of the night was filled with good music, good times, and good friends. As soon as they took their seats, Ronnie knew that they were in for a wonderful show. She was surprised by the pure talent her friends had. Each boy made a point to do something goofy whenever they walked near them causing Willow to erupt in fit of giggles. It was literally one of the best nights of her life.

Once the show was over, security whisked the group of girls back stage in order to escape the chaos of the crowd. Ronnie sat on the couch talking with Clara Jane while Becca and Elliott held their own conversation across the room. Willow was currently cuddling in Ronnie’s lap trying her best to keep her eyes open. Their conversation had been about random topics all night. From what she could tell, Clara Jane was going to be good for her friend.

After nearly ten minutes, the door opened and five sweaty boys walked in. Hellos were quickly around the room before Dean appeared announcing that two groups of fans would be joining them all in about fifteen minutes.

“So what’d you think Ron?” Louis asked cuddling with Elliott happily.

“You guys are quite good.” Ronnie said sweetly. “Willow thought so too.”

“Is she still alive?” Elliott asked looking over at their tiny friend.

“Barely.” Ronnie said looking down at the little girl.

Harry walked by and flashed her a smile, “Glad you liked it.”

Clara Jane got up to use the restroom with Becca. Zayn took advantage of the moment.

“Are you still awake there Princess Willow?” He asked tickling the young girl’s stomach.

“Yes I am Zayn.” Willow said shyly before a small laugh escape. “I’m just sleepy.”

The dark haired boy just nodded before looking at Ronnie with a smile.

“So Zayn, I’m going to hire you to follow me around and when I have a bad day you have to sing power ballads to cheer me up, okay?” She said with a playful smirk.

“Sounds good to me.” Zayn said with a slight blush.

“Hey.” Ronnie whispered urging him to move closer to him. “You’re in there dude.”

“What?” The brown eyed boy said confused as he leaned forward to hear her better.

“Clara Jane is into you, like hard core twinkly eyes and rosy cheeks into you.” She said. “Ask her out already.”

His dark skin turned as a slight shade of pink as a smile formed. “I love you Ron.”

Ronnie just winked as the young man kissed her cheek before getting up.

“Beronica.” Willow asked softly before sitting up slowly.

“What’s up Wills?” Ronnie said moving some hair from the young girl’s eyes.

“How are you not sleepy?” The little girl asked playing with her buttons again.

“Because she eats candy for breakfast.” An Irish accent said as a boy sat beside them.

Ronnie looked over to find Niall smiling down at her. His hair was a mess as a fresh shirt covered his sweaty body. He took the chance to fill up the empty space on the couch. His legs brushed up against the young girl’s as he sat a little bit closer.

“Ew! That’s not good for you Beronica.” Willow said softly.

“Says who?” Niall asked raising an eyebrow at the young girl.

“My mummy.” The little girl said with an attitude.

The sass in her reply made both young adults start laughing.

“Me mum would say the same thing.” Niall said with a smile.

“Beronica.” Willow whispered softly. “Nile talks funny.”

“It’s because he’s Irish.” Ronnie whispered back.

“Do all Iwish people talk funny?” She asked looking at the boy.

“Nope just Niall.” Ronnie said with a smirk teasing the boy.

The blonde haired boy just rolled his eyes before resting his head on her shoulder. Willow got up slowly and curled up on Niall’s lap.

Without warning the little girl started asking a million questions about being Irish. Ronnie found it absolutely adorable. She watched closely as Niall interacted with her new best friend. It was different than the night before with Harry. He seemed more delicate and in tune with her every move. He seemed to genuinely care about every word that came of that little girl’s mouth. It was perfect. After being asked what Irish people wear to sleep, the young man slyly reached out a interlocked his fingers with hers. Ronnie glanced over at him but he kept his eyes on Willow.

“Beronica.” Willow said with a loving smile.

“Yes Little Miss?” Ronnie asked yawning softly.

“I think you should date Nile.” The little girl said looking between the two adults.

Ronnie could feel her cheeks grow warm as she felt him watching her close.

“Why is that?” Ronnie asked as Niall’s grip on her hand got a little tighter.

“Because you both have yellow hair.” Willow said with a smile.

“Well that’s silly.” The young woman said fighting back a smile.

“Kaylee says boys and girls with the same hairs look good together.” She said.

“Who’s Kaylee?” Niall asked sounding extra Irish.

“Her big sister.” Ronnie said softly. “She is a huge fan.”

“Well Princess Willow, dating takes a lot more than looking good together.” Niall said.

There was a tone in his voice that confused Ronnie slightly. She didn’t know what he meant.

Willow sat Indian style on the young man’s lap looking at him, “Like what?”

“Well they have to like each other first of all. They have to laugh together and have fun together. They have to be able to tell each other everything.” He explained softly.

“Do you guys do that?” The little girl asked placing a hand on Niall’s face gently.

“Yeah, we do.” He said quietly as she started to stroke his face gently.

“Then why aren’t you dating?” Willow asked looking over at Ronnie.

Ronnie opened her mouth to speak but the door to the room opened. In walked two groups of overly excited teenage girls. The boys quickly got up to greet them—all but Niall. He slowly let go of her hand before leaning in towards Willow. He whispered something causing her bright blue eyes to go wide as a smile formed.

“What did you say to her?” Ronnie asked suspiciously.

“Secret, sorry.” He said with a smirk before looking at Willow. “Right Willow?”

“Yep.” The little girl said with big grin. “We can’t tell you Beronica.”

The older girl gave them both a playful dirty look. “Fine. I don’t want to know.”

“Yes you do!” Willow said laughing softly.

“Shouldn’t you be over there with the others Mr. Horan?” Ronnie asked softly.

“Nah, I’m fine right here.” He said with a sigh before leaning his head on her.

“Nile?” Willow asked quietly trying to fight back a yawn.

“Yes Sleepy Head?” He asked moving some hair from her face.

“Next time I go to Beronica’s, will you come over too?” She asked shyly.

“Oh, of course love.” Niall said with a smile. “Just for you.”

Her face lit up as a huge smile formed. Dean walked over breaking up the cute moment. He forced the young boy to get up and mingle with the fans who had joined the room.

“Do you mind if I keep her while I talk to them?” Niall asked quietly.

“No go ahead.” Ronnie said with a smile. “Is that alright with you Miss Willow?”

The tiny girl nodded before walking away in Niall’s arms to mingle with fans.

Forty-five minutes later, the blue-eyed boy walked back with a sleeping four-year-old.

“Dean said we could head out now.” Niall said softly. “Are you ready?”

“You’re coming with me?” Ronnie asked before yawning softly.

“Yeah.” He said softly. “I’m driving you home.”

“You don’t have to.” She said shyly looking up at him.

“If it was possible, you’d be like Willow now.” He said as a matter of fact.

“No.” She said sticking out her tongue making him laugh.

“Yeah and I’m the Easter bunny.” He said playfully rolling her eyes.

The young couple reached her car. She pulled out her keys to unlock it.

“No, I’m convinced you put girls under some magic Irish spell to make them fall asleep on you. That’s it.” She said with a playful smile.

“Right, that’s exactly it.” The young boy said attempting to place Willow in the car. The sleeping child wouldn’t let go of the young boy’s neck. It was beyond cute.

“See look at that. It’s like you’re a sleeping girl magnet.” Ronnie said amused.

“Can you just shut it and help me get her in?” He said rolled his eyes.

She walked over and placed a hand on his lower back before moving some hair from Willow’s face. She tried her best to wake up the little girl but there was no use. An idea popped into the young boy’s head. He transferred the sleeping girl over to Ronnie before hopping in the driver’s seat. Ronnie curled up in the front seat with the sleeping girl on her lap.

“Is this even legal?” She asked with a smile making sure Willow was comfortable.

“Loosen up Michaels.” He said with a smirk before turning on her car. Willow cuddled a little bit closer to Ronnie. The car was quiet as they pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

“You know you are really good with kids, Ron.” Niall said quietly before changing lanes.

“Thank you.” She said with a soft smile. “I’ve always wanted to be a mom.”

“Well you are going to be a great one.” He said with a smile as he glanced at her.

The rest of the car ride was filled with quiet chatter. Before she knew it, her parking spot came into view and the car was being turned off. Niall hopped out of the car and opened her door before scooping up a still sleeping Willow. The young couple dropped her off at home after briefly speaking with her mother.

“Nialler.” Ronnie asked through a very loud yawn.

“What?” He said with a fake attitude.

“Will you carry me home?” She asked softly hoping he’d say yes.

The young boy bent down allowing her to climb on his back.

“Thank you.” The young woman said before leaning her head on his upper back.

“Don’t fall asleep Miss Michaels.” Niall said with a slight smile.

“I can’t help it. You’re the magician here.” She said yawning before closing her eyes.

“We’re like five seconds from home Ron.” He said as his body shook with laughter.

“But since my body is on top of you, it adds an obstacle to get home.” She said softly.

“If you are trying to say you’re fat, that’s a fucking lie.” He said shaking his head.

“No I’m saying my hotness will distract you from our destination.” She said seriously.

The young boy just started laughing at her comment making her smile.

“Just kidding Niall.” She said laughing softly to herself.

“You can’t be kidding if it’s true babe.” He said sweetly as he started climbing the stairs.

“Shit.” Ronnie mumbled causing him to stop walking.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly.

“I’m in a dress. I’m sure everyone can see my underwear right now.” She said.

“I kinda wish I wasn’t the one carrying you now.” Niall said playfully.

Ronnie hit him across the back of the head, “Keep it in your pants Horan.”

“Haz might get mad at me if I don’t.” He mumbled softly.

“What was that?” She said softly in his ear. Her breath caused goosebumps to form.

“Nothing.” He said softly as they reached her front door to find a curly haired boy sitting.

“Excuse me sir, what the hell are you doing?” Ronnie asked catching the boy’s attention.

“Oh good, you’re alive.” Harry said softly looking at her.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You saw me leave with Niall.” She said quietly.

“Actually I didn’t.” He said softly as he stood up.

“Oh that’s right you were too busy being Business Harry.” She said with a small smile.

“If you are implying I was flirting, I wasn’t.” He said shyly.

“And I’m the Queen of England.” She said with a playful smirk.

“If that’s the case, we’re fucked.” Niall said to ease the tension.

Ronnie laughed as she watched Niall unlock the door to her flat. Her eyes travelled to Harry. The look on his face said it all. His eyes were burning holes into Niall’s skin. Maybe Louis was right. Maybe there was something going on between Harry and Niall -- something that only they could fix.

“Are you really mad that Niall drove me home?” She asked.

“No.” He lied looking up at her. “I just didn’t see you before I left so I was uh worried.”

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you Styles.” Ronnie said shaking her head.

“I’m not jealous of him.” Harry said in a disgusted tone.

“Then what’s really going on with you?” She asked slightly worried.

“Nothing.” He said faked a smile. “Um have a good night.”

“Night.” She said as immense guilt washed over her.

Harry headed back to his flat while Niall carried her inside. He carefully placed her on her bed before fixing his clothes.

“Just ignore him Ron. He probably thinks he did bad tonight so that’s why he’s acting weird. It happens all the time.” He said softly.

Ronnie just sighed softly, “Okay. Hey thanks for driving and for the ride.”

“Any time.” He said with a smile before kissing her forehead. “Night Love.”

“Night.” She said with a sigh as the young boy left.

[jonghyundroppedthesoap]

My Number One Fan

Chapter 26 Pairing: JongKey Word Count: 2,922 Summary: Kibum goes to the same, run-down bar every week to watch the man of his affections sing his heart out with a mere guitar for company. He wasn’t expecting the coffee, nor the beautiful personality within the singer. And he definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

A/N: this chapter is awfully short, i know, but i needed to get all the necessary filler out the way before the dramatic stuff begins ;;)) next chapters gonna be a packed one i swear! oh and enjoy the 2min <3 

chapters 6-25 posted on @ourshineeshrine for now

The sun was shining brightly when Minho decided to go for a serene walk that Saturday afternoon, hands positioned lazily in his pockets as he scuffed his feet along the gravelled ground. Often, when too caught up in his thoughts or simply tired of sitting around, Minho would escape his house for just a little while and head to the local park, revelling in the soothing environment it provided him with. The large oak trees lining the green terrain swayed softly in the wind, leaves rustling and cascading down onto the blanket of grass below.

It was true that they lived in the same neighbourhood. And Minho supposed that the chances weren’t completely unlikely. However it still came as quite the shock when, as he made his way around the forged dirt track, Minho’s eyes fell upon Taemin seated on a nearby bench. The younger boy was simply staring at his shoes, occasionally kicking at the rocks beneath his feet and watching as they rolled forward before coming to an abrupt halt against the grass.

Minho smiled fondly. From his slightly elevated position, sunlight flittered in at exactly the right angle to land gracefully on Taemin’s skin, highlighting all of his beautiful features. His slighty mussed hair was swept back with the wind, and as light was further shed upon Minho’s feelings, he found himself not really caring in the slightest. Perhaps at first it had been slightly alarming that he had begun to gather feelings for his friends but now, after some careful consideration, Minho figured that he was actually rather lucky. Not only did he get to spend practically every waking moment with Taemin, but the two already knew each other in and out – there’d be no need to hide his true self in fear of judgement.

Taking one last, deep breath, Minho slowly began to make his way towards Taemin, at this closer distance suddenly being very aware of how torn his facial expression seemed to be. Minho frowned in alarm and quickened his pace. The younger boy’s gaze didn’t at all divert from their position on the ground even when Minho stood a mere two metres away, and he coughed slightly to break the silence, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Taemin. Hey.”

Taemin looked up in astonishment, an obvious red hue immediately flushing against his cheeks. His shoulders had tensed unconsciously, but despite his noticeable discomfort, Taemin replied with a slightly awkward, “Hey, Minho. What’s up?”

“Nothing much.” Minho grinned brightly, taking a seat next to Taemin and crossing his legs. “Just wanted some fresh air. You?”

Albeit slightly forced, Taemin smiled back. “Me too. Just needed to think about some things I guess.”

Minho nodded. “School’s been super busy lately. Kibum and I have got our end of year exams in like, a week, and to be honest…I think I’m gonna flunk. But don’t tell Jinki I said that.”

“You’re probably gonna get a sport scholarship though so I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about.” Taemin nudged Minho’s ribs playfully in reassurance, immediately regretting his actions as Minho’s body stiffened.

Minho opened his mouth as though he was about to say something before suddenly halting in his tracks, settling for a simple, “Taemin...”

The first year held his breath. Was this finally the moment? Was Minho finally going to confront what had happened nearly a week from now? He looked up at the older boy with hope swimming in his eyes and offered a smile. “Yeah?”

“Well um…just…thanks for being a good friend.”

As the words fell upon Taemin’s ears, his hopes were diminished like a fire during winter, simply nodding softly in response. It was stupid, really. But nonetheless, Taemin could feel his anger slowly rising at Minho’s ignorance on the matter and clenched his fists.

“Also, Taem. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow. Just you and I? Maybe go to the movies or the arcade…I don’t know.”

Taemin remained silent and simply glared at the ground, shaking his head marginally at Minho’s audacity. First he plays with Taemin’s feelings by kissing him, but then never brings it up again and instead thinks that they can just resume their friendship like nothing ever happened. He bit his lip, fighting down the insults which threatened to spill from his mouth, and refused to meet Minho’s curious stare.

Minho frowned at Taemin’s silence. “Uh…Taemin? Everything alright buddy?”

“Y’know what, Minho? Everything isn’t alright!” Taemin fumed, standing up and pacing on the spot. “You have been practically ignoring me for the whole week, haven’t mentioned anything about last Sunday, and now you wanna hang out? Look Minho…I know you hated what happened the other day, okay? I get it! Either let’s talk about it, or you stop acting so awkward! It’s in the past…so just tell me how much you hated the kiss and let’s move o—“

“I never said I didn’t like it, you idiot!” exclaimed Minho, up on his feet and staring Taemin directly in the eyes.

Breath coming to a sudden halt, Taemin’s jaw dropped and he stared at Minho with wide eyes, not quite positive if he’d heard correctly or not.

Minho took a tentative step forward and spoke again softly. “I never said that I didn’t like it, Taem.”

And then, gently and cautiously, so unlike the times before, Minho’s lips were pressed flush against Taemin’s, lifting a hand to rest precariously against the younger boy’s cheek.

“So wait…” spoke Amber, draped over Kibum’s bed like a duvet. “You’re saying that your parents think that Jonghyun is making you gay, and now you’re grounded from going out?”

Kibum sighed and spun around aimlessly on his desk chair. “That’s literally what I just said, yes.”

“Don’t get snappy with me, Kibum. We have to work our way around this. Can’t he just come over like I am now?”

Sighing loudly, Kibum shook his head. “Technically, he could. But…If he came over it would only make things worse, ‘Ber. My father practically hates him, and Jonghyun’s really touchy anyway. To be honest, he’d probably go home more upset than if he didn’t come at all. Let’s just leave it, m’kay?”

Amber sat up and studied Kibum closely before collapsing back onto the bed. “For now. We’re gonna talk about this again later. But for now…” the tomboy snorted loudly. “Can you believe Minho rejected me, yesterday?”

Kibum choked, practically falling from his seat in surprise. “H-He what? Rejected you? You fuckin’ made a move?”

“I just asked if he wanted to chill tomorrow, calm your farm. Y’know…I could’ve sworn he liked me, but oh well.”

Utterly confused, Kibum sat in silence, the gears in his head turning at a million miles per second. His thoughts ran back to the day before, when Taemin had spoken of Minho’s strange attitude towards their kiss. Supposedly, he’d practically ignored Taemin entirely after it had happened, yet he had been the one who had asked to kiss Taemin in the first place. Kibum paused for a second, eyes widening in joyous realization that in Amber’s perspective, seemed to border insanity.

She rose an eyebrow and punched Kibum’s leg, taking satisfaction in the way her best friend yelped in pain. “Get that serial killer smug grin off your face and tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Oh my God,” Kibum muttered, laughing softly under his breath. “Oh my fucking God.”

“What?! Tell me, you dick shit!”

Kibum chuckled loudly and fell onto the bed besides Amber. “Who would’ve known, huh?”

Fists clenched, Amber grabbed Kibum’s wrists and in a fluid motion and twisted them around his back, digging her elbow harshly in between his shoulder blades. Kibum yelped in pain and attempted to escape the tom boy’s strong grasp, body flailing pathetically before falling into a slump.

“Now, are you gonna stop acting like an asshole and tell me what’s got your knickers in a knot?”

“My what in a what now?”

Amber tutted and applied more pressure. “Stop stalling and answer the god damn question, Kibum.”

Groaning loudly, Kibum stuffed his face into the duvet. “Rradgi b’sekshal Min’o ‘ikez Ta’mmn”

Amber screwed her face into a frown. “What the heck?”

“I said…” Kibum sighed, roughly tugging his wrists out of the younger girl’s grasp. “Raging bisexual Minho likes Taemin.”

Silence. Thick, drop dead silence. Amber simply stared at the polaroid pictures upon Kibum’s wall, and in concern, the latter worried that she liked Minho a lot more than he’d previously expected. He leaned forward slightly to gauge her reaction, however immediately retreated in surprise upon realising that she was laughing. “Honestly,” she giggled. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“At first glance Minho seems as straight as a stick but like…the thought of him having a crush on a guy is just so natural. I literally can’t believe that my whole friendship group is fucking gay.” snorted Kibum, shaking his head at the odds.

Amber looked at Kibum. “Wait, so Taemin is gay too?”

He paused. “Well no…But he definitely has a crush on Minho though, so my statement still stands.”

Squealing uncharacteristically in both a mixture of excitement and disbelief, the tomboy grabbed a packet of Cheetos strewn on Kibum’s bed and shoved a handful in her mouth. “If they get together, and you start talking to Jonghyun again, then you guys can double date!”

Kibum hummed, a forlorn glint lingering in his chocolate eyes. “I don’t know if I should even talk to Jonghyun, to be honest… It’s just gonna make things worse.”

With a sad sigh, Amber sat up straight and addressed Kibum sympathetically. She seemed cautious, as though tip toeing around a rose bush, and bit her bottom lip. “There’s nothing wrong with liking a guy, Kibum.” she spoke softly.

Anger sparked in Kibum’s chest, and he glared harshly at his best friend. “I know that, Amber! But I’m just sick of it being so hard… Loving someone isn’t meant to be this hard.” His voice had managed to drop to a whisper within mere milliseconds, and he ignored Amber’s loud gasp of surprise.

“It wouldn’t be this bad if it wasn’t for your parents. You just said it, Kibum – you love Jonghyun! You guys have something really special, and you can’t just give up on something like that. You have to work around this, Kibum. Please. I just…I hate seeing you like this, alright?”

Kibum nodded, but it was safe to say that he wasn’t quite convinced by Amber’s words. She knew his parents pretty well, certainly. But no one knew Kibum’s parents quite like Kibum himself, and deep down, he understood that getting around them would be a lot harder than it seemed. He thought about his father, and his mother who was finally beginning to recognize that he had his own beliefs and feelings. He thought about the slap – the stinging in his cheek which psychologically, had never gone away. He didn’t want to drag Jonghyun down that hell hole. Why would Jonghyun even want to be a part of something like this when he had a perfect family back at home? Where his mother and sister joked around joyously, accepted him for who he was, and gave Jonghyun all the love he deserved. His lifestyle could never match up to that standard, and it was with this mindset that Kibum decided that yes, keeping his distance from Jonghyun certainly was better for the both of them.

Standing outside Kibum’s bedroom door, Kibum’s mother could feel her own heartbeat picking up considerably as she heard her son and his best friend speaking within the room. She should’ve just kept on walking. Gone to her bedroom like she’d originally planned on doing. And she was going to keep on walking after a few minutes, she really was. But as those eight words fell from her son’s mouth so casually and so genuinely, she found herself pausing in disbelief, not quite sure if she’d heard him correctly.

‘Loving someone isn’t meant to be this hard.’

‘You love Jonghyun!’

The woman’s breath caught in her throat, and if it wasn’t for the wall that she was currently leaning against, Kibum’s mother was certain her legs would have gave way by now. She’d had her suspicions, of course. About their relationship being something less than…pure. But an emotion as deep as love had never been on the agenda, and she found her heart slowly tearing apart at the connotations of those short phrases. Her mind went back to just the other day, where Jonghyun had helped her with her groceries. His eyes had been red, bloodshot and puffy, clear signs of crying and sleep deprivation. Had their treatment towards Kibum and Jonghyun inevitably lead to his? Two depressed boys who couldn’t even bring it within themselves to see the other because of what people around them thought?

The guilt was overbearing. Kibum’s mother knew that, along with her husband, she was a key catalyst in this behaviour and caution. Yet before she could even ponder on what this truly meant to her and her family, a sound within the room knocked the woman out of her senses and pushed her on her way, trudging towards the marginally opened hallway door with a fatigued frown lining her features.

Jonghyun stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at his slick hair in nervous anticipation. A bottle of opened dark hair dye lay on the countertop, and if Jonghyun had never done this before, he was sure that at that moment his hands would certainly be shaking. He spun around one last time to make sure that every inch of his previously blonde locks were covered before grabbing a plastic cap and slipping it over his hair. A loud exhale escaped his lips, and Jonghyun slumped onto the edge of the bathtub with clenched fists. Potential song lyrics played within in his mind on repeat, but the only thing which kept Jonghyun from writing them down was the fact that he knew Kibum wouldn’t be joining him at the bar tomorrow. Honestly, he didn’t really know why he’d decided to finally change his hair colour. It had been blonde since he’d left school, and before now, he’d never even considered changing it back to brown. But now it was done – there was no turning back.

He stood below the shower head and allowed the water to run down his face as it washed the excess dye away, thoughts drifting back to his conversation with Kibum’s mother at the supermarket just days ago. While it was indeed a nice offer, Jonghyun still racked his mind for ideas to somehow see Kibum before two weeks’ time, mind coming to a cruel halt at every turn. Whether it be too risky, too public, or just too downright impossible, it seemed that there was no way whatsoever that Jonghyun could meet up with Kibum before the latter’s parent teacher interviews.

The songwriter stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, watching in the mirror as his hair gradually dried to dark, mousy brown. Jonghyun smiled despite his prior melancholy, and could only hope with all his heart that Kibum’s parents worked on Tuesday afternoons.

Minho pulled away softly, hand still softly cradling Taemin’s cheek. A wide, ecstatic smile rested on his face and he watched Taemin’s expression carefully to gauge any sort of reaction.

It was safe to say that Taemin was in a stupor. Unblinkingly, he stared at Minho’s grinning face, not quite positive if he’d imagined that kiss or not. His heart raced at a million beats per second, and although there were no mirrors around, Taemin was fairly certain that at that moment his cheeks were glowing a dazzling red. Awkwardly, he licked his lips, diverting his gaze to instead stare at the ground. “W-What was that for?” he mumbled softly.

Chuckling melodiously, Minho shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I like you, and I liked that kiss the other day, so why not?”

Taemin froze, head slowly lifting to look at Minho once more. He studied Minho’s carefree smile, he’s relaxed shoulders and his twinkling eyes, feeling his own face distort into a frown as he did so. “You’re lying.” he muttered. “Stop fucking with me, Minho.”

And immediately, just like that, Minho’s carefree expression faded away, transforming into something more alike to worry and fear. “I’m not, Taemin…I swear. I like you.”

“Then why did you ignore me for the whole week, then? Last time I checked, you had a crush on Amber!”

Minho gnawed gently on his bottom lip. “I know, I was just scared, okay? Not of liking a boy because I honestly don’t give a shit about that. But… you’re my best friend, Taem. I didn’t want to ruin things between us.”

With a scoff, Taemin crossed his arms over his chest. “Well…Well how do you know you haven’t ruined things? Why’d you just assume that I like you back, huh? ‘Cause I’m going through my gay ‘phase’ right? I must be jumping at the chance to date a guy like you.” Sarcasm had begun to lace with Taemin’s tone of voice, and Minho felt his oxygen clot with anxiety.

“N-No…Taemin. Why are you getting so angry? I already told you that I didn’t mean it like that when I said ‘phase’. I just thought that maybe—“ His voice cracked, and in fear of shedding tears, snapped his mouth shut. Minho swallowed thickly. “Do you…like me at all? Even just a little?”

Taemin flushed red, immediately turning away. “No, I—“

“Taemin. Please. ” interrupted Minho firmly, raising a brow. “Do you like me?”

The first year’s hands shook, but nonetheless, he responded quietly under his breath. “M-Maybe…just a little.”

That elicited a small smile to flutter onto Minho’s face, and hesitantly, he reached forward to entwine his fingers with Taemin’s. “Then why are you being so…I don’t know…”

“Cautious? Disbelieving? Maybe because…I’ve liked you for a lot longer than you’ve liked me, and this all seems so sudden, Minho. How am I supposed to know that you’re actually serious about this? A week might pass, and next thing you know, you’ll be crushing on Sooyoung or Sulli. I,” Taemin flushed. “I really like you, okay? I just don’t want to be your little experiment.”

Minho gave Taemin’s hand a gentle squeeze, softly lifting Taemin’s chin with the other. “This is new to me, I know. But you’re my best friend above anything else, Taem. And I wouldn’t have acted on my feelings if I thought they were anything but genuine. Just trust me, okay? As your best friend, if anything.”

Taemin’s eyes searched Minho’s frantically, as though they in themselves held the truth to his words. A second past, then two, and then another. And then before Minho could even voice another syllable, Taemin dived forward, wrapping his arms around Minho’s neck and kissing him square on the mouth.

“I trust you.” he whispered after only a short moment, leaning forward once more to instead wrap the older boy in a tight, affectionate hug. Minho’s arms reciprocated the embrace immediately, tightening his arms around Taemin’s waist and resting his chin atop of his head.

He smiled brightly and breathed a sigh of relief. “So…does this mean we’re like, a couple now?”

“Nah,” droned Taemin sarcastically. “We’re friends with benefits.”

It was safe to say that Taemin took great pride in Minho’s flushed face at that comment, and found himself laughing pleasantly.

“T-Taemin!”

“No need to hold your breath, frog boy. You can just call me boyfriend for now.” winked Taemin, grabbing Minho’s hands and pecking his startled look away. “Now c’mon…Let’s go play video games at your house.”

Minho beamed, and together, they set back off down the path with their hands clasped tightly. “Wah, my boyfriend is so cool.” he commented, bumping Taemin’s side playfully.

Smiling mischievously, Taemin bumped Minho back.

“And my boyfriend...resembles a frog.”

It was safe to say Taemin ignored Minho’s complaints the rest of the way back to his house, yet despite their bickering, both boys were simply on cloud nine that afternoon, their lingering smiles never quite fading until the sun had set.

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Marriage Material

Mira wasn't his favorite. Of the women he'd slept with. Or even of girlfriends. At all.

There was this one woman, back when he was still nineteen and she was, at least, thirty something that he'd been with and, well, she never got in touch with him again (he'd been out traveling, anyways, as a mage),but he'd always thought back to that as honestly the best sex he'd ever had.

And as far as girlfriends went, there were two that he had that he honestly, truly was in love with. Completely.

One, he was fifteen and she lived in another town and was his first love and blah, blah, blah. Fast forward two years, she hated him, he pretended like it didn't matter, life went on.

Still though, somewhere deep underneath all the hurt and forced passivity, he still kinda thought that maybe, now that they were both older, they could still make it work. Which he knew, of course, was stupid and it definitely wouldn't work and it was just a bad idea, so he only thought about it when he was really, really lonely.

Then there was her. She was another S-Class mage in another guild that was, honestly, just a good fuck at times that slowly became more. Until, well, he kinda got kicked out of the guild and went out to find himself and she didn't enjoy what he found.

He still saw her sometimes. Even told Mirajane about her, just to avoid her ever accusing him of anything (though he wondered at times if he just added more drama than it was worth, because even though Mira and her hardly ever did run into one another, when they did, it was awkward and, damn, why couldn't he just fuck around on Mira on the side and prove that he's still an asshole and, oh, he was totally still in love with Mirajane; heh).

Sigh.

Still though, Mirajane was...different, to say the least, than most of the people he dated. She was so good at being...innocent. And then dark and demented and only his and, wow, he was possessive over her. Completely and utterly.

He wondered at times if it was fair for him to keep her. If she wasn't even his favorite. Wasn't his first and only love. Wasn't his anything, really, other than his current girlfriend. And yeah, he did love her and wanted to keep her around for as long as possible, but even in the back of his mind, he knew that one day, probably, it would end.

It made him feel guilty.

Until he learned that his innocuous little she-devil wasn't nearly as exculpated as he was led to believe.

The woman didn't, like, cheat on him or anything. No, it was much worse.

"You don't...think of me as...marriage material?"

"Well, of course not, Laxus." Mira was just sitting there too, on her side of his bed (yes, she had her own side; what could you do), painting her toenails. He kinda was curious as to why she needed to do such a thing when she could just transform her toenails into being painted (right?), but said nothing, because he never said anything.

Oh, and the woman just insulted him.

"What do you mean of course not?" he grumbled, lying there, smoking away at a cigar. "I'm stable-"

"Not mentally."

"-I have a steady job-"

"Until your grandfather gets mad at you again and kicks you out."

"-and I love you."

"Awe."

"How is that not enough?" he asked, staring over at her. "What are you looking for in a husband anyways?"

"One that actually wants to be married, for one thing."

"Okay, I told you I never wanted to get married, like, a year and a half ago."

"What's changed?"

"Uh, gee, you're not just my occasional date anymore. You're my girlfriend. That's what's changed."

Mira only let out a slow breath, still messing with her toes. "I also want k-"

"I knew you'd bring that up." He huffed. "I could have a fucking kid."

"Laxus, if that's the way you phrase it, no you can't."

Growl. "I could have tons of kids!"

"You could father some children," she agreed. "But you couldn't be a dad to them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Laxus-"

"I'd have great kids." He puffed some smoke her way. "I'd take them to the park and feed them and clothe them and even let them have pets!" Then he snorted. "Come in my apartment and tell me I ain't father material."

"It's not an insult." She glanced his way that time. "Some people aren't meant to-"

"Why do you need kids anyways? What good are they?"

"And," she sang, "that's why you'll never be father material."

Heh.

"You should at least give me a chance," he complained. "You know, you never thought that I was boyfriend material either."

"Oh, you're not. I'm just passing time."

"Mirajane-"

"You've been a fun way though, dragon."

He huffed and then, quite literally, puffed. His cigar wasn't helping that night.

At all.

"Well, maybe we should break up."

"Oh, Laxus-"

"I mean, if you don't love me-"

"I do."

"Not enough to marry me!"

"You sound like a woman."

"You sound like a woman!"

"Good." Mira shook her head. "I am."

Oh yeah.

Shifting back against his headboard, Laxus only said, "Well, I'm glad I could help you pass the time until Mr. Right shows up."

"You're someone's Mr. Right, Laxus. And you'll always be one of my favorite guys." Then she giggled. "I love you. A lot. I just...I mean, do you see a future for us?"

"I dunno."

"You either do or you don't."

"I… I mean, I don't see us having kids or anything," he told her. "And I don't know if we'll ever last forever. But I want you. For as long as I can have you."

"And maybe that's only for a little while longer," Mira told him. "Or maybe it's for another year or another two or maybe ten. I just don't… The way we are now, no. I'm not going to marry you."

Laxus didn't take a puff of his cigar that time. Only took in a clean breath before saying, "I don't remember asking."

"Well, I'm telling. If you ever do, just...don't. Please." She resumed painting her nails. "And let's not have this conversation again."

So they didn't. And, yeah, those first few weeks after that were hard because he'd gotten his feelings hurt and she felt bad (sorta), but eventually they moved passed it.

Time went on. It wasn't like Laxus was, honestly, planning to ask her to marry him. Ever. He was just...annoyed that if he had, she'd say no. Which was silly. And stupid and why did he care? Mira wasn't even his favorite girlfriend; why would he make her his wife?

Mmmm. But she felt good in his arms and the way she called him dragon was divine and no one cooked him breakfast the way she cooked him breakfast. Then there was the fact that she was, honestly, one of the best mages in the entire kingdom. That was super hot.

Before they knew it, another two years had been tacked on to their relationship and, yeah, there were bad times, there were horrible times, but they always worked through them. And Mr. Right was nowhere to be found.

Even if he was, Laxus had a wicked haymaker that he would have no problem with throwing in Mr. Right's direction.

You know, unless his Mrs. Right was with him and they could just, like, swap. Or be swingers. He'd thought a lot about that last one, actually.

A lot.

He also thought a lot about what the hell they were doing together. Mirajane had kinda sorta moved in to his place and he'd kinda sorta moved into hers (his apartment felt empty without her and her home, without him, was truly quite vacant as her siblings had long moved out) which basically meant they were always together, in one of the places, even when they fought, but could technically still claim to have their own homes because they were weird like that and wouldn't admit that it was probably actually time to commit or quit.

One morning, as Laxus sat at the kitchen table at her house, the dog that was totally hers slobbering over the smell of the breakfast she was cooking while that cat that was totally hers too (but really his) rested in his lap, the conversation sorta just...sprung up.

"The paper says that it'll be sunny tomorrow." He changed flipped the page. "And there was a murder last night. Fourth one this year. I think we have a serial killer."

"You say that every time someone dies in town." Mira sighed from over at the stove. "I think you just want there to be a serial killer."

He considered this before saying, "Meh."

Mira was humming then and his kitty was purring as he scratched behind her ears. Then the dog was whining from his mother's feet, complaining that she hadn't 'accidentally' slipped him a strip of bacon yet.

Sometime after all that, Mirajane began, "Hey, Lax?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Do you love me?"

"Mmmhmm." Page flip. "You know that band you like so much is in town in a few weeks and I was thinking about trying to get us some-"

"How much do you love me?"

He blinked. Then he scratched his orange cat's ears once more, but didn't get a purr that time. "More than I love anything. Other than Ralph here. He's my buddy."

That got a purr out of the cat. Not one from Mirajane though.

"I just… I don't know. Never mind." She sighed too then. "I guess it's just bothering me. You know, the wedding."

"I know." Laxus made a gagging noise. "This raises the chances of the Salamander reproducing, him getting married. Gross."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, I know what you meant. Lucy's one of your best friends and you're doing that weird thing women do where they're secretly jealous of the other woman, but try to play it off as excitement." Page flip. "Is there orange juice?"

"Laxus-"

"I'm asking for Ralph."

"Not that." And she was using her annoyed tone. Oh dear. "And you know it."

Sigh. "Mira, what do you want me to say?"

"I don't want you to say anything. I'm just saying that I thought I'd be married by now."

That time, he didn't flip a page. Just folded the paper and set it down. One hand resting on his cat's head, still scratching away, he said, "I thought you would too, Mira. I thought I'd have to step to the side and watch you walk down the aisle and pretend like it didn't hurt. But I haven't. So...I'm not going to feel bad for you. Not when I'm so pumped for me."

"Laxus-"

"Stop saying my name like that. I never stopped you from getting married."

"Well, it's kinda hard to find someone to marry when I'm super committed to not cheating on you."

"Good point." He stopped petting his cat. "Let's play a game. You can go sleep with as many guys as you like and I'll just sit here and wait patiently. Go find Mr. Right, Mira. I'll hold down the ship. I mean, shit, I only did everything you asked for the past two years. I'm definitely not him. Right?"

"Laxus-"

"I said to fucking stop saying my name like that."

"Do not curse at me."

He huffed. Then looked down at Ralph who was staring up at him. To Mirajane, he said, "Am I still not marriage material, Mirajane? Huh?"

"It's not about that."

"Father material then?"

"Lax-" She stopped herself that time. Then sighed. "I don't know, Laxus. I just want...I want a baby."

"This took a turn." Gently, he moved to pick poor Ralph up and set him on the ground. The cat only scurried off to go find somewhere else to curl up and be all passive aggressive and shit. "Welp, okay. Come get in my lap. Let's get started on the baby thing."

"Now you've pissed me off."

And if Mira was using that word, she meant it.

"I don't know what you want, Mira," he told her loudly, not even looking at her. Just staring straight ahead. "You said not to talk about getting married. You remember that? The one time we seriously discussed it? So I didn't. You said I wasn't going to make the cut, so I decided to just pretend like the line wasn't there. You've never once tried to break up with me, to go find this Mr. Right, and I've never once begged you not to track him down. What did you think? He was going to walk into this damn kitchen and just tell you that you were both soul mates? That's not life, Mira. And...I don't know if you just don't want me to be your husband or the father of your children or what the hell is wrong with you, but I do know that it's been good, the way it's been going. And I want it to stay that way. Babies or no babies. So make your choice; mine's always been the same."

She didn't make her decision that day. Just shoved a plate of bacon on him and left for work. As if it was his fault that he couldn't add up to every little thing she wanted.

Laxus was in such a funk over it that he skipped his workout that day and just laid around in bed with Ralph all day and contemplated just going out and adopting a kid for Mira. Maybe it was his genes that she didn't want. From the high arching eyebrows to the overall demeanor of the Dreyar clan, he understood completely.

Maybe they'd have a cute little normal baby that had no magic power and they'd have to raise like a regular ol' kid and it'd be fun. Or they'd get one that knew magic and they could teach him (or her) everything there was about it and that would be fun.

Or they could adopt a, like, teenager that he wouldn't have to potty train or whatever and that would be even better.

If they decided on adoption, he'd try and lead Mira down that road. Definitely.

But when she got home that night, they didn't talk about it. And they didn't talk about it the next day. And oh, there went a year. Wow. Time flies and all that garb.

Mirajane's dog died in the spring. She cried a lot and he dug a hole out in the backyard for him, to be buried in.

Ralph seemed to get passed it okay, but Mira was really broken up about it. She'd had the dog for awhile and, well, Laxus gave her some time for bereavement before just going out and buying her a whole new puppy and shit, that was a bad idea.

She, apparently, didn't like the idea. At all.

Heh. Leave it to him to be spontaneous and have it blow up in his face.

But he couldn't get rid of the poor mutt and, slowly, of course, Mira started to like it.

It really helped that it loved to lick her nose. She really loved that for some reason.

One night when they were lying around in bed at his apartment, Ralph curled up on his chest and the puppy napping between them, Mirajane started to moan.

"My neck hurts."

"Awe." He gave her his best sympathetic look. "That sucks."

"Dragon."

"I have cat, Mira. On my chest." He gestured to Ralph. "What do you want me to do?"

"You're so annoying." She snuggled her puppy to her then. "You big jerk."

"You hear that, Ralph?" He grinned sleepily down at his pet. "Mirajane thinks I should just shove you to the side for her."

"I do not." Then she added, "I'd just appreciate it, is all."

Heh.

"Not tonight, Mira," he sighed. "I can go get you an aspirin, but I don't feel like-"

"I was thinking a lot to day. Up at the hall."

"Oh, yeah?" He tried hard not to shut his eyes. "'bout your stiff neck?"

"Actually, I'm trying to stop thinking about that, thanks."

"Mmmm."

"I was… You know Lisanna's pregnant."

"Yeah, I know. You told me, remember?" He sighed. "But don't worry; I'm sure Bickslow'll do the right thing. You know, and not marry her or raise the kid, because it has enough problems, being related to Elfman."

Mira ignored that bit and said, "I want a baby, Laxus."

"I knew we'd get here again." He turned his head to the side to stare at her. "What do you want from me, woman? I don't know what to do. Just tell me-"

"If you'd just shut up, I'd like to tell you."

Oh. He immediately shut his mouth right up.

"I was… When we first got together, and we were still new, and you were still trying hard not to get too close, I decided that I was fine with that," she whispered, staring across the bed into his eyes. "And I never got out of that mindset. I really did think, like, for a long time that you were going to get done with me or that we'd have a huge fight and be done with each other, but it just kept getting better and then you got comfortable and I… I don't know. I just never saw myself with someone like you."

"Someone that loves you and takes care of you and-"

"Would you just shut up?"

Sigh.

Continuing, Mirajane said, "I guess it has less to do with you, really, and more to do with me. Because, you know, it's easy to say that I'm looking for someone get married to and have kids with and have a life and actually admit that I'm not young anymore, but it's not easy. At all. I just… I want a baby. A lot. But at the same time… And the more time went on, the easier it was to just pretend like it was you. Say you weren't cut out for it. You're so good at taking the fall for me. Being the one that's not adequate or whatever. And really, I guess...I'm scared."

That got him to sit up, Ralph hissing as he slid off the man's chest. Staring over at his girlfriend, he asked, "Scared of what?"

"I don't know. I guess that I'm really the one that's...you know, inadequate."

"At?" he prompted. "Because if you're about to say marriage, I call bull. You're great at being a girlfriend! What else is there to being a wife that isn't in being a girlfriend?"

"Laxus-"

"I hate when you say my name like that," he groaned, falling back onto the bed. "And you know it."

"I'm not...I don't know. It's weird, but when I think about actually marrying someone, I get all happy, of course, thinking about the wedding, but then…I wouldn't have an excuse for not at least trying to get pregnant. And the idea of having a kid's nice, but then I think about my parents and what happened to me and my sister and my brother and everyone else I know, practically, and how that can all change. Is it really okay to bring another person in the world when you know that you might die? I mean, look at us; we're mages. Who take serious jobs. Or at least you do. Constantly. And I'll take one occasionally. What if we died? Where would our baby go? To my siblings? Who take the same dangerous jobs I do? Or to your bodyguards? That suffer from the same thing? Or would our baby have to grow up with no one, like I did, and-"

"Is that what this has all been about?" He shifted onto his back again, trying to pretend like he didn't notice her tearing up. "Oh, demon, I have many answers to your conundrum."

"W-What?"

"We can get married, silly," he told her as he patted his chest, the usual signal for Ralph to hop back up there. It took him a moment of thought, but slowly, the feline did so. "And just not have a kid."

"What are you… Laxus, did you miss the part about-"

"I've been thinkin' too, Mira. About havin' kids. And you know that I think I'm, like, the purest genetic specimen in the entire universe."

"Why would I know that? When I'm not even sure what that means?"

"But," he continued, "I could see why that would be a burden on, you know, another person. It was hard for me to live with. And I would never want to shove that off on another. Especially not my own flesh and blood."

"What are you-"

"Let's adopt a kid." Then he added, "A teenager, preferably, that has most of life figured out. And I can just mold the rest of the way through. I could change diapers, you know, but I'd rather not. And kids between teen angst and diaper disasters are usually still maturing and they'll only change. You know I hate change. Better to find a kid between, oh, twelve and seventeen that wants to have only the best dad in the freaking world and can live with being his protege while also dealing with a mother that loves them and probably'll smother them, as well as a new puppy and the best dang cat in the world." He leaned down to nuzzle his head against Ralph's. "And if they don't like cats, well, they can hit the road."

Mira was still pretty teary, so he couldn't look at her. Slowly, she asked, "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"No. You said never to do that." Humming, he said, "I'm asking you to adopt a kid with me. Not bring one into the world. Take one that's already been put in it without their consent and that needs someone like you." Then, in case it needed restating, he added, "A teenager that's well adjusted and-"

"Laxus, this is serious."

"I'm serious."

And he was.

"I don't know what to-"

"You think about it, Mirajane." He was rubbing at Ralph's back then. "Think a lot about it, actually. It's kinda required, I think, before you go down a pick out a kid. Do you pick out a kid? Or do they assign one to you? Is there a form or something or-"

"You're not in a hurry or anything?" she asked. "To-"

"No." He even shook his head. "But I don't know about you, but I sorta believe in fate. And that the kid- Teen, I mean, that we do adopt, is the one that we're meant to. And I'd rather not keep them there for too long. You know? I hear that it kinda sucks, being without a parent."

"Yeah." She sniffled just a bit. "It kinda does."

Turning his head to the side once more to stare over at her, he only sighed before moving to, once more, force Ralph off his chest. That time that cat was having none of it and took off running from the bedroom to go find a place to rest that wanted him. Laxus only sat up though before gesturing to his girlfriend.

"Come on then." He rubbed his hands together. "Let's take a crack at that neck."

Things weren't, of course, that kinetic. They didn't get married right away. Not even that year. And it was only after they did that they had an open and honest discussion about adoption.

So yeah, Mira wasn't his favorite fuck or girlfriend or sometimes even his favorite person to be around. But she was his one and only wife. And the mother of the thirteen year old girl that they ended up taking in who was super serious about her magic and reinvigorated his drive for training (she kinda forced him into it; it was all she ever wanted to do with him, really, and he wanted to bond over something) as well as the four year old boy that Mira somehow conned him into adopting four years later that he was able to just sit around in his underwear with and eat junk food when his daughter wasn't forcing them to, like, training or whatever.

Bleh.

But yeah, those two things, being the wife and mother, far outranked any of the other things.

Far.

[handofvictory]

Immediately does the thing with Devondad

I’ll complete incomplete answers later

What is your characters name? Does the character have a nickname?

Devon Hellcrawler, previously Devon Churchill. His first name is short enough that he doesn’t need a nickname, though on a meta level he’s referred to as Netherdad, Devondad, and various other “dad” names due to his fatherly instincts being the bulk of his redeeming traits.

What is your characters hair color? Eye color?

In life, he had brown eyes. In death, he began with the ordinary sickly yellow that Forsaken tend to have. However, after a burst of gained power during the events of Wrath, Devon’s eyes became permanently a fel green similar to those of the blood elves.

What kind of distinguishing facial features does your character have?

Devon has a long, broken nose, which is especially emphasized on his face by the wrinkles accumulated. His face is also quite expressive, as will be noted by anyone who’s seen him freak out. (Read: everyone.)

Does your character have a birthmark? Where is it? What about scars? How did he get them?

In terms of scars and birthmarks, he has masked all surface flaws with fel illusion. Were he not doing so, the clawing and biting at his torso, neck and face from when he died would be very visible.

Also by this point, his usage of the fel is changing his body. His ribs and spine are growing strange spikes, and his body shape itself is changing somewhat to accommodate later mutations.

Who are your characters friends and family? Who does he surround himself with? Who are the people your character is closest to? Who does he wish he were closest to?

In the way of family, in life he had a wife, Eleanor, and a daughter, Leslie. Devon was loved for being a family man, somewhat pushed around by his wife but both worked hard to keep the relationship working. Devon was also a natural father to Leslie; the two adored each other to bits and pieces. As it would turn out, he would die for the two of them and find himself abandoned by a frightened, ignorant wife.

In death, he’s a dear friend to most of Hand of Victory, especially to its leader, Viviette Havenblade, and one of its healers, Dar’nul Bloodlimb. He’s also adopted Archmage Ellisse Thompson and Shadowblade Allen Cooper as his kids, and is as adoring to them as he was to Leslie. (Granted, this love manifests differently to accommodate Allen’s many, many issues.)

Where was your character born? Where has he lived since then? Where does he call home?

Devon was born, lived, and died in Lordaeron. For much of his unlife, he lived in the Undercity; he would later move with the guild to Silvermoon. As of Legion, it is his regular residence still, but he more often is found in Dreadscar Rift.

Where does your character go when he’s angry?

Wherever he lives, he finds/builds a hidden torture cave or chamber. He has one in the Undercity, in Northrend northwest of Vengeance Landing, in Silvermoon hidden among the ruins of the western half of the city, and in Dreadscar Rift out in the open. He has more than a few victims at whichever his most active residence is, and takes out his frustrations on them, justified by whatever lead him to capturing them in the first place.

What is his biggest fear? Who has he told this to? Who would he never tell this to? Why?

Losing his kids, above all else. Not even necessarily that they die, though that is the worst of it-- if his children were to abandon him, or be taken away from him, it would kill him inside. They mean everything to him.

Does he have a secret?

Technically, yes-- in the sense that he doesn’t want Ellisse to know that he captured, tortured and murdered her blood siblings who did the same to her. However, there is nothing he is particularly ashamed of, regretful of, or haunted by that he keeps secret for that reason.

What makes your character laugh out loud?

Torturing people. Devon revels in sadism and cruelty, though more honest humour can catch him as well. A joke told by his kids will often get a laugh out of their father.

When has your character been in love? Had a broken heart?

Yes, and he had a wife. Sadly, few understood the reality of the undead regaining sentience as they were able to flee from the Scourge, and those who were able to return home were quickly turned away. The event cut into Devon deeply.

What is in your character’s refrigerator right now? On his bedroom floor? On his nightstand? In his garbage can?

Personal spaces that belong to Devon are eerie, the way a serial killer’s house is eerie. His bedroom is fancy as can be expected, but other than the extravagance, there’s nothing out of the ordinary about it. It’s tidy. His study isn’t, but it too is non-threatening if the viewer isn’t bothered by warlock study. One won’t find anything suspicious or distressing...

...unless they find a latch in the floor.

Look at your characters feet. Describe what you see there. Does he wear dress shoes, gym shoes, or none at all? Is he in socks that are ratty and full of holes? Or is he wearing a pair of blue and gold slippers knitted by his grandmother?

Devon wears tall black boots with heels an inch high, to make himself taller and therefore more intimidating. They come with the rest of his supervillain set.

When your character thinks of his childhood kitchen, what smell does he associate with it? Sauerkraut? Oatmeal cookies? Paint? Why is that smell so resonant for him?

man i haven’t developed his childhood i’m not figuring this out yet lmao

Your character is doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for him to throw out? What is difficult for him to part with? Why?

i’m lazy

Its Saturday at noon. What is your character doing? Give details. If he’s eating breakfast, what exactly does he eat? If he’s stretching out in her backyard to sun, what kind of blanket or towel does he lie on?

and wanna sleep

What is one strong memory that has stuck with your character from childhood? Why is it so powerful and lasting?

nah

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where is he going? What does he wear? Who will he be with?

Devon attends every formal event in his fanciest warlock robes, black and fel-trimmed with gaudy gold. He refuses to present himself any other way anywhere where there may be someone who has not yet met him, and he will even accentuate his own entrance with felfire and guards. He will typically be with other guildies.

Character Questionnaire 2

This questionnaire was invented by the noted French author Marcel Proust. These questions are frequently used in interviews so you may want to pretend youre interviewing your characters.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

"Depends what you mean. Professionally, my achievements as Netherlord claim dominance; as I have taken the Rift from the Legion and made it my own. Azeroth’s warlocks are at my beck and call, as well as any demon I can bend to my will. Even demon hunters kneel before me. Personally... is a bit more humble. Adopting Allen and Ellisse is the best decision I’ve made since waking up dead.”

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

“This... will be somewhat morbid, admittedly,” he begins, “but it is what comes to mind. I picture it... my own demise. An idealized future wherein I am allowed to divide my throne between my son and daughters. Their lives are safe, with anything they could possibly desire at their fingertips. I know it would hurt them to lose me, but I would be able to go knowing that I had done my job as a father. It is a comfort I can think of as I slip away, claimed at last by the true death I have long denied.”

What is your current state of mind?

“I feel like a GOD.”

What is your favorite occupation?

"Becoming Netherlord and the first of the Council of the Black Harvest is an excellent start. To become conquerer over the Legion’s worlds... that is my true goal.”

What is your most treasured possession?

His face is cold. “I do not treasure objects.”

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

"My children, above any romantic interest I could ever have. My son, my daughters-- they are my world, and I would do anything for them.”

What is your favorite journey?

"It hasn’t quite happened yet... but I do quite look forward to it.” Looks up at Argus in the sky.

What is your most marked characteristic?

"Hard to say, but I can name a couple. My ambition, my power, my intimidating presence, my talent, my intelligence...”

When and where were you the happiest?

His eyes look far away. “... With her. My first, my sweet girl... My little miracle, giggling in her father’s arms...”

What is it that you most dislike?

"I can’t decide. Leave me to lament bittersweetly about my Leslie for a few more moments.”

What is your greatest fear?

"To say it out loud would be foolish. I am the Netherlord! Think you there are those who wouldn’t take advantage of such knowledge?!”

What is your greatest extravagance?

Two columns of blazing felfire burst from the ground behind him, and he raises his chin with a crooked grin as his felguards flank him, the room turns dark with sharp green lights and he opens his arms in a display of presentation. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.”

Which living person do you most despise?

"Catahecas would be too easy as an answer. Gul’dan and Kil’jaeden as threats to my reputation as the greatest warlock Azeroth has ever known have been eradicated, the Lich King’s long gone, anyone petty of my life or unlife is now kicking themselves for making ill of me... Heh. 

What is your greatest regret?

"Regret? There is nothing I could possibly regret. There is nothing I have done without reason, and I stand by those reasons and the corresponding actions they lead to. Regret is a cross for everyone else to bear.”

Which talent would you most like to have?

"I’m sorry, are you assuming there’s anything I’m poor at that I wish I weren’t? Anything I want to be, I am. Engineering was never any fun anyway. I much prefer my current work.”

Where would you like to live?

"I do miss the Undercity. That aside, I aim to forge myself a kingdom and a throne upon one of the Legion’s fel-touched worlds, making myself its immortal king. That is my ideal home.”

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

"... It was far more depressing to be free and without direction than to be confined to the Scourge and controlled. To have your loved ones cast you aside, to know that everything you understood no longer is-- that is the greatest despair I have ever known.”

What is the quality you most like in a man?

"I have no interest in pursuing men. Even were I to discover attraction to one, I assume I would desire the same things in a man as I do in a woman.”

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

"Should I desire a wife, she must be a family woman first and foremost, the same as I. She must have an ambition much like mine, and be willing to communicate. So long as I can trust her with my children and know she will aid them when I am not there, everything else is moot in comparison.”

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

"Ha! Nothing. Not to sound too arrogant, but I see myself as perfect.”

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

"I loathe self-righteousness, but even more than that I despise those who whore themselves to a cult, an organization, an army-- notably, things such as the Twilight’s Hammer and the Burning Legion-- for the sake of power. It’s a large injection, and I’m sure they believe their “sacrifice” worthwhile. However, they never understand that the power comes at a personal cost they cannot comprehend, and I have no respect for those who cannot learn and grow their own strength. They are weak, they are the dirt beneath my boot. I will not tolerate their existence.”

What do you most value in your friends?

"Those I consider close to me have one particular thing in common which I find I admire most about them; loyalty and patience. Their lot isn’t immune to mistakes, of course. Even the guild leader has her share of screw-ups and impulsive foolishness. However, she, and the others, have an explicit and genuine desire to learn and grow. That I find quite respectable.”

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?

"I don’t dabble in fiction. Why fantasize when I can make my own legend?”

Who are your heroes in real life?

"I would not put it like that. However, I have great respects for my queen, Lady Sylvanas. I will soon surpass her in greatness, but nevertheless she is an inspiration. Other than her... I can think of no one. Ha! Azeroth lacks worthwhile individuals.”

Which living person do you most admire?

"You make the mistake of assuming there are living people I admire. Well... I suppose that is unfair. Dar’nul has more than proven himself as a very insightful, strong-hearted man, albeit a stupid and impulsive one. Viviette is a talented young woman, personable. I’ll even admit a begrudging respect for Unji’zi-- I would kill to see what that woman could accomplish if she did not intentionally withhold her own power. Otherwise, those who are not in the guild will have no respect from me.”

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

"I had to think about that one. Physical prowess is the obvious answer, but I think more fundamentally, morality is the ultimate answer. See, the trouble with morality is not just that it’s subjective-- it’s that its subjective nature makes is very easy to use it as a justification for anything and everything. Murdering this person is alright because my moral code states they deserve to die. Taking this course of action or abstaining from this one is the morally wise thing to do, even if it is not the strategically wise one. And that’s the tip of the iceberg to the issue of how morality leads to self-righteous fools! Sometimes it is best to throw it to the wayside and do what is logically, strategically, or personally advantageous.”

On what occasions do you lie?

"It is a bit tacky to my tastes, I think. I do it if necessary or if the lie told would lead to someone getting what they deserved. I’ll tell an idiot Leeroy Jenkins orc that there’s candy at the bottom of a chasm, I don’t care.”

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

"I admit I run out of insults sometimes. There are certain people where one thorough tear-down of why they are worth less than scum simply isn’t enough, but it can be difficult to avoid redundancy.”

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Laughs. “Change myself! What a joke. I am above mortal, quickly ascending to greater. There is nothing I can only wish to change.” Except maybe being single.

What are your favorite names?

"For girls, I prefer names that end with an “ie” sound, hence I named my biological child Leslie. Ellisse is also adorable as a name, I will begrudgingly admit that the incompetent bastard who helped birth the girl--” gag. “--made a good decision with that. For boys, I am a bit less decisive, admittedly. I find the softer-sounding ones sit better on the tongue. That said, stress on the right syllables can suit a boy, too... I suppose it’s more individualized in that case.”

How would you like to die?

"I answered this in the image of perfect happiness-- but if not in that ideal scenario, than simply to die knowing that my children will be well when I am gone. That is all I could desire.”

If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?

"Reincarnation is for the shamanistic. Though, I think I’m fulfilling that sort of metamorphosis on my own terms: I died human, revived undead... and am slowly growing to become a demon of my own power.” Gestures to himself. “It’s a slow process, but I like what I’m getting so far.”

What is your motto?

“My magic hungers.”