#on top of that i got yelled at by a bus driver and i'm the worst friend that ever existed

[theflyingfeeling]

...😭

[alocon]

A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be - Max Verstappen

written by alocon

Note: Based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko

Summary: You are a Red Bull Racing driver who decided to make a song over the summer break about your ex... Who just so happens to be a Red Bull Racing driver. Said driver decided to listen to the song, reliving memories from when you were together as the lyrics progressed

Warning: Angst? I guess. Plus some social media at the end x

[The Masterlist] [Part Two Here]

A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be - MV¹

Max looked at his phone, reading the post and instantly heading to the link to listen to your new song. He sat back on his bed, listening as the guitar started.

"I never should've called"

[October 2010]

Picking up the phone, you sighed before you dialled the number that he had given you earlier.

“Hello, is this [Name]?” He asked once he picked up the phone.

“Yep. It is indeed,” you responded, hearing a sigh through the screen from the man.

He smiled. “I was hoping you would call.”

"’Cause I knew you would leave me"

[October 2010]

“Racing is the most important part of my life,” he said as you both sat in the coffee shop talking, getting to know one another. “It's always racing over anything. I want to be a Formula One driver one day.”

“I get it, I'm the same.”

"But I didn't think you could do it so easily"

[November 2018]

“No. I can't. Racing over everything, remember? Just like I said when we were 13. This is over.”

“Max you can race and be with me, you know?”

Max turned to you, bitterly laughing. It was obvious that any love he had for you was long gone. “Not when we're going to be driving together.”

“It's not like there's anything in the contract about us not dating. It's never changed how we drive together. Are you seriously going to throw us away for no damn reason?” You questioned, watching as he shrugged before nodding. You stood up. “Fine by me.” It was not fine by you, but you weren't going to let him see that. You walked out of his driver's room. Just like that. 8 years down the drain.

"I never should have held your hand on that cold rainy night"

[November 2010]

“You look nice,” the 13-year-old said, greeting you with a hug. You hugged him back, of course. Your 13th birthday was last week and he had got you some flowers for it, knowing that you loved them. He looked at you as you began to walk. Looking back, you slipped your hand into his, making him smile, cheeks flushing slightly. That wasn't the only time that you held hands that night. You held hands on the run home whilst you darted from shelter to shelter, attempting to avoid the awful weather. 

“You said the weather would be good,” you stated to him through laughs as you got to the bus stop, pausing to take shelter for a moment.

He was also laughing and turned to you. “I thought it was!”

"Cause further along it would cause another fight"

[December 2010]

“It's not my fault that your dad was following us all night!” You were angry at the accusations that your boyfriend was yelling at you.

“He got so mad about it. He wants us to break up because you decided to hold my hand.”

“And is that what you want, Max?”

He sighed, taking a breath to calm himself down. He stepped closer to you, pulling you into a soft hug. “No. No it's not. I'm sorry.”

"Stranger, that's all I see. When I look into your eyes."

[July 2023]

You stood on the top step of the podium, having just won the British Grand Prix. Beside you, in P2, was Verstappen. On the other side, in P3, was Lando. The champagne spraying had already happened and it was now time for a photo. You felt eyes on you.

Turning around, your eyes met Max's. He looked at you with something you couldn't read, but you didn't care. Your eyes gave back a completely blank look, almost as if you didn't know him. You shuffled along for the photo, both drivers on either side of you. You felt Max's hand place against your back. You shuffled out of his grip, swapping places with Lando so he was in the middle. His arm went to where Max's just was but you didn't push him away. You made a 1 with your hand, Lando making a 3 as the three of you posed with your race engineer.

"A Soulmate That Wasn't Meant To Be"

[April 2019] 

“What happened between you two anyway?”

You turned to look at Charles and Seb as the pair eyes you both sat as far away from one another as Charles’ driver room couch would allow. It was an innocent question. He didn't know. 

“I guess we were just soulmates who weren't meant to be,” Max answered, shrugging as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Something like that,’ you thought.

"Stranger, who knows all my secrets"

[January 2010]

You gasped. “No way you did that!” You said, looking at Max as he laughed softly. 

“I did.” It took him a few minutes to calm down before he looked at you. “Your turn. What's your biggest secret?”

"Can pull me apart and break my heart"

[February 2019]

Your first time being around Max properly since you both broke up. He treated you like you weren't as important as him. He treated you as if you didn't have more wins than him, acting like he was the better driver, the better person, as if he didn't rip you apart into a bunch of tiny pieces when he out of the blue ended your 8 year relationship. The pair of you had been dating since you were 13 and he threw that away for nothing.

He used the excuse that racing meant he couldn't be with you but that wasn't true at all. You were both driving together for years and it changed nothing. But he went from, one day being excited about you also moving to Red Bull with him, to ending the relationship with no explanation. It made no sense.

"A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be"

[September 2014]

“Do you think soulmates exist?”

It was a question you had been curious to know for ages. You asked him so casually as you sat on his bed, watching a show on the TV on his wall. He looked at you, not even hesitating to answer. “Well if they do, I hope you're mine.”

"I never should've kissed, kissed your hand"

[October 2010]

You met him for the first time. He walked over and introduced himself to you. It was some dumb competition. 2 teams, hand the karting grid in each team. Your team vs his, whichever team scored more karting points got to choose everyone else's outfits the next week. Of course, you had won and, of course, Charles had expertly suggested that you all make them wear fancy dress princess dresses. 

You laughed as he walked over to you. “I wouldn't have to wear this stupid dress if it wasn't for your last lap overtake,” he declared, feigning annoyance before following your laugh, unable to hold it back any longer. 

“Well, for the record, Max. You make a very pretty princess.” You picked his hand up in yours, teasingly placing a kiss on it before breaking out into laughter again at the unimpressed look on his face.

"I am under your control"

[December 2023]

“Let Max Through.”

The three words that drove you insane. Even when you were quicker, even when you were fighting him for championships, it was always you being told to give up the place for him. Even when either of you could easily win, Horner favourited Max. You hated being in Red Bull at the moment. You hated how unfair it was. You hated the way that he was the golden boy and you were nothing. You would have more wins than him if Christian didn't berate you every time you didn't listen and let Max through. But not this time. This was your championship, and noone will take it away from you. 

"I will never understand"

[December 2023]

“We told you to give the place to Max,” you heard Horner say through the radio as you crossed the line. 

“I was quicker, though.”

“I don't care.”

“He's already world champion, does it matter?”

“Yes.”

You really didn't understand why you were nothing to them. 

"I never should have said “I love you”. You never said it back."

[November 2018]

“Seriously, Max. This is so out of the blue. I love you. I thought you loved me.”

He didn't reply, just stared at you with a blank expression. That was when you realised. He didn't love you. Maybe he never did. 

"So why do I still care for you?"

[July 2021]

“What happened?” You asked as you walked up to the pit wall, the red flag having just came out.

“Max and Lewis touched.” You looked to the screen, seeing Max's car in the wall. You felt your heartbeat grow faster. Shit. That looked bad.

“Is he okay?”

“Yes. We're getting him to medical now.”

"Stranger, that's all I see. When I look into your eyes, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be. Stranger, who knows all my secrets, can pull me apart and break my heart. A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be."

[August 2021]

You sat down beside Kimi and Anthonio, who looked at you. “He's being a dick again, I take it?” The Finn asked and you nodded, infuriated. 

“When isn't he being a dick to you. What did he do this time?” Antonio was the next to ask a question.

You shrugged, beginning to explain his major outburst to you, calling you the worst driver he's ever been teammates with, a bitch, saying he was glad he ‘got rid of you when he got the chance’, saying that you're nothing compared to him you'll never be anything. As per either his usual outbursts, Jos was sat watching in the corner.

"I wish I could go back to the day we met and leave you be."

[May 2022]

Those were the words you shouted back at him when, once more, Jos and Christian berated you for not letting him through. He seemed taken aback. You had not shouted back at him like that before. He never realised you could shout that loud and full of hate. 

“Don't say that about him.” Christian's voice boomed as he screamed at you once again.

“Well, if I didn't, maybe I would've been able to be respected by you guys, rather than treated like shit.”

"Sit and look pretty"

[August 2023]

“What?” You looked into the audience at the person who said that. As you went to speak, you heard someone do it before you could. 

“Fuck you.”

Such a simple phrase yet elegantly put by Max as he flipped the questioner off, before shooting you an apologetic look. He felt bad for snapping rather than letting you speak. He just couldn't help defending you. He really didn't hate you, he never could. In fact, he felt quite the opposite for you. He could never let you know that, though

“Being a Formula One driver is tough, even more so for women because we are judged by people like you. I do not just sit there and look pretty. I do my job.”

"Never should've called. Never should've kissed."

A lot of the time, you regretted getting with Max. It was always bound to go badly. Sometimes you wondered if you were really that stupid. Stupid enough to believe it was the right thing to do. That you would work out.

"Never should've said."

[January 2024]

You sighed, looking at the photo of you and Max you found under your drawers in your room. You saw some writing on the back. It must've been there for a while, likely falling out of your drawer after you rearranged it the previous week. You turned it over, recognising Max's writing.

“Diary thing, 

This photo is of me and the love of my life. My dad made me break up with her. I didn't want to but it was either her ass on the line or mine. And I didn't want him to terrorise her. Anyways I miss her, that was all. I never should've said that I wanted to break up with her”

What the fuck?

"Stranger, that's all I see. When I look into your eyes, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be. Stranger, who knows all my secrets. Can pull me apart and break my heart. A soulmate who wasn't meant to be."

The song came to an end and, by it, Max was crying. He opened his phone, finding the post on Instagram, typing out a comment. One that she didn't reply to.

youruser

liked by lewishamilton and others

youruser: Surprise, new song out now!! Link in my bio. Thank you lewishamilton for being my guitarist!! (Bonus Pic of Arthur because he took the 8th photo of me!)

tagged: lewishamilton, arthurleclerc

-view all comments-

lewishamilton: Such a beautiful song, thank you for letting me be the guitarist. So so proud of you ❤️ 

youruser: Thank you !! ❤️

georgerussell63: Great song!! Smashed it 👍

youruser: Appreciate it, Mr. Russell

charles_leclerc: Excellent song! Maybe I could be your pianist next time? 😉 

youruser: Absolutely, you're already on my collab list dw 😉  charles_leclerc: Right alongside Yuki and Pierre as your backup singers, I hope? We've all heard their excellent karaoke 🎤  youruser: Obviously!

carlossainz55: Such an emotional song, loved it 😭❤️

youruser: Thank you, Carlos!!

maxverstappen1: Lovely song! I really enjoyed it

landonorris: Right. That's it. You're paying for my therapy.

youruser: You're a driver too. Pay for your own ✋️🙄 oscarpiastri: Can you pay for my therapy tho? youruser: Ofc, send me the bill landonorris: ACTUAL FAVOURITISM???? WHAT THE HELL youruser: 😚😚

yukitsunoda0511: I am officially your biggest fan, I'm obsessed.

youruser: Yuki!! You're an angel 🤍 yukitsuonda0511: So are you! 🤍

danielricciardo: All 3 of us are crying over your song rn. 

youruser: Crying session in the VCARB garage, pull up.

estebanocon: Much better than your drunk singing 😉

youruser: I'll have you know, Mr. Ocon, that my drunk singing is wonderful. estebanocon: No its not. charles_leclerc: No its not. pierregasly: No its not. lance_stroll: No its not. youruser: Screw the lot of you.

pierregasly: She can sing? I didn't know she could do that. (Not well at least, drunk karaoke is always horrific with you)

youruser: 🫵🫵 When I find you.

lance_stroll: Well done, great song.

youruser: Thank you.

fernandoalo_oficial: So proud 👏 

youruser: Thank you !!

zhouguanyu24: Wow 😍

youruser: Thank Youuu omg

valtteribottas: Beautiful song, kiddo 

youruser: Thank you Val!

alex_albon: New favourite song.

youruser: Ahh thank you

logansargeant: I got to hear it early!! Luckiest person ever.

youruser: Logan you're actually one of the nicest person to ever exist. alex_albon: Ah So this is why he's crying. yukitsunoda0511: Lucky :( youruser: Dw Yuki, I'll show you early next time! X

liamlawson30: My girlfriend has been playing this on repeat.

youruser: TELL HER I LOVE HER liamlawson30: Nah, you've stolen enough of the WAGs.

nyckdevries: Excellent song!

youruser: Nyck!!! Miss you 💛

mickschumacher: Launch Party soon??? This is actually heaven in a song.

youruser: Thank you. Launch Party soon, you're so invited

nicholaslatifi: Great song!

youruser: THE GOAT HAS ARRIVED, THIS IS NOT A DRILL 📣📣 Thank you Nicky

sebastianvettel: So so proud of you, kiddo.

youruser: Thanks, I miss you Seb x sebastianvettel: I miss you too. Meet up soon? 

kimimatiasraikkonen: So many words for the song and every one of them is positive 

youruser: Kimi 😭❤️

nicorosberg: Wow!! Well done you two 🤩

youruser: Thank you, Brit (Kill Lew please this comment was his idea) lewishamilton: Thanks, Britney nicorosberg: Never mind. You're both annoying 😂

jensonbutton: Beautiful, beautiful song

youruser: Miss you Jens!

AlphaTauri: Wow??? 🤩

youruser: THANK YOUUUU

schecoperez: Is this about who I think it is?? Lovely song x

youruser: It might be, depends who you think it is about, thank you. X

formula1: Song of the year???

youruser: THANK YOU ADMIN X

christianhorner: It's not bad. 👍

user: "not bad"? I'd like to see you do better. *liked by youruser*

mercedesamgf1: THAT'S OUR GRID GIRL <3

youruser: Ahh 😭 love u admin mercedesamgf1: love u too

user: notice how other teams are commenting but not redbull??? The team she fucking drives for?

user2: They don't respect her as a driver or person, it sucks :(

-The End-

-Word Count: 2,601 (incl. social media. 2,061 without)-

Hi All, Hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day. Got nothing against Max btw, just fancied an angsty story btw. Thinking of another angsty Red Bull story soon Alocon

[aching-tummies]

Responding to: "Ugh...nnngh...I...uhm...I think I...ate too much..."

"What did you eat?" I ask curiously. I want to know what's inside your big, bloated belly right now.

I wait for you to respond. "Oh you really did eat a lot...Didn't you?"

You complain that your tummy hurts.

"Come here," I say. "I'll make it feel better,"

I start rubbing your tummy with gentle circles at first.

But soon I start kneading your full tummy with my hands. I'm being quite rough now, poking and patting at your stomach and digging my fingers and thumb into the tight flesh.

Thank you so much! One of the most descriptive RP-Asks I've ever received ^^ I hope I did it justice! This one's actually got some kernels of truth to it. Pretty much everything but the imagined partner here actually happened to me today and my belly is still ridiculously bloated from eating too much and lugging around 2L of food and broth around inside of me up a hill. Living vicariously through fiction, I guess. I wish I had someone like the partner described here.

The sun's rays are blinding as I slowly trudge my way up the hill to our building-complex. I pause, my right foot in front of me. My stomach sloshes audibly and I groan, palpitating my stomach as it continues to burble.

The bus driver on the way home was a new driver and hadn't yet learned to stop when the passengers hit the stop button. There's a bus stop about seven blocks from our condo-complex near the top of the hill. I usually get off there, despite it being on the other side of the crest of the hill, because the alternative is a stop about three blocks away...at the bottom of the hill. I hit the button for my usual stop and tried signalling the driver that I was getting off, but the driver stubbornly insisted on flooring it...all the way down the hill.

I finally managed to get off at the bottom of the hill, after myself and five other passengers yelled to get the driver's attention. After much grumbling from everyone that had intended to get off at some point prior to winding up at the bottom, we finally managed to leave the bus.

It's ��only” three blocks, but it's three blocks uphill and with some nasty curves thrown in there just for fun. This is the kind of slope low-riding cars have trouble getting up in the winter. This is the kind of hill that has a road-sign prohibiting tobogganing down it in the winter because it's that much of a problem. This is the kind of slope that makes exhausted people lose hope when they realize the last leg of their journey home is this incline.

I had a shorter shift at my workplace today, but it was an intense one. We were more busy than the boss anticipated and we were down two staff members so I ended up doing an extra hour for them. I was debating grabbing food the whole way home...and the novice driver made my decision for me. There's a Vietnamese noodle joint at the bottom of the hill. Because it's at the bottom of the hill, I rarely find myself in the area. I made a beeline for the place after getting off of the bus, hungry as I was.

As I cradle my sloshing tummy, I'm regretting my choice to grab food. I was definitely running on fumes before getting to the restaurant and would have likely had to pause halfway up the hill due to lack of energy...but my current state isn't much more desirable.

My stomach is firm between my hands. I forgot that this restaurant specializes on large portions. We usually split a single bowl between the two of us when we make time to go to this location. Roughly 1.75 litres of noodles, broth, and beef is sloshing around between my palms at this moment. I say 1.75 because I don't want to imagine two or more litres worth of anything inside of me at any given time, but honestly, it feels like over two litres if I'm being honest and if we include the large glass of ice water that I had with the meal, then easily more than two litres of stuff is in my belly right this second.

After quelling the worst of the stretch, I start to walk again, this time bracing my engorged stomach with a hand as I continue my way up the hill. I have to pause every ten or fifteen steps or so because my stomach cramps harshly around the sheer glut of food, protesting all the movement. You never realize how much the simple act of walking actually jostles your stomach until you're bloated like a waterballoon and trying desperately not to burst or puke as you go.

At last, I finally see the crest of the hill. I've got a palm on the crest of my belly and the irony isn't lost on my. I bite back a few moans as another wave of painful cramps ripples through my belly.

I can see our condo-complex coming into view and the sight is a small relief. I pat my churning belly, having been mentally berating and pleading with it to not ache until I got home.

Beep! Beep!

I turn around as the hood of your car comes into view and I curse my luck.

“Hey! Get in!”

I get in, settling into the passenger seat of your car with a sigh. I wince as the movement as well as the shift in position pushes my bloated belly into my diaphragm. I can't help but groan and squeeze my tummy, desperately pleading with it not to make me throw up.

“Whoa! You okay?” You've noticed my discomfort. Honestly, you thought something was strange based on how I was paused going up the hill.

“Mmmmngggh...I...ugh...It's fine...nnngh...j-just...oooh...I...uhm...I think I...I ate too much.” A blush floods my cheeks. A little late for embarrassment now though. With that thought in mind, I recline the seat, giving my swollen belly more room as I lie back. I massage my stuffed belly. No use hiding it anyway—you're bound to find out—especially if it continues to be so audible.

“Oh my! What did you eat?” You stare at my belly, eyes full of wonder and curiosity.

“Nnngh...t-that noodle place down the hill. Bus driver ignored requests to stop until we got down there.” The latest cramp begins to fade, giving me a brief respite. “Y'know...the place with the huge servings?”

“Oh! Wow...yeah, I remember. You ate all of that?!”

I nod, my expression the picture of 'regret'. You reach over, placing a palm gingerly over my belly, hidden beneath my baggy T-shirt. As your palm makes contact with the crest of my belly, your eyes widen, shocked at how taut my stomach feels beneath the fabric. Despite your intent of it being a gentle touch, the contact of your palm on the tightest part of my stomach triggers a painful, aborted hiccup to roll through me. My diaphragm doesn't have enough space to properly convulse in a full hiccup, so what happens is a pitiful jolting of my bloated guts that leaves me gasping.

“Oh, poor thing. You really did eat a lot, didn't you?” You hear the aborted hiccup and the way my stomach grumbles angrily at your touch.

I nod again, moaning as my stomach aches in earnest. “M-My...my tummy hurts...nnngh...so full.”

“Aww. C'mere. I'll make it feel better.” I can't exactly go over to you in our current positions with the centre console in the way, but you park the car, turn off the ignition, and undo your seatbelt, turning yourself 90 degrees to face me head-on as your reach out with both of your hands to my achy belly.

A wet burble and a pitiful groan are wrenched from me as your palms make contact with my overburdened stomach. You start with gentle circles, causing the mess in my guts to swirl pitifully around inside of me. I feel sicker by the minute, feeling my stomach's contents moving at an accelerated pace. My stomach begins to cramp again in another attempt to digest the sheer glut of food.

You feel the beginnings of the cramp and you grin. Pressing your thumbs above my navel and a bit to the left, you knead into my bloated gut with all the strength you can muster

“Hlk!” My eyes snap open wide as I feel you digging your thumbs into my belly. My shock and the green tinge that seems to darken at your actions spurs you to continue.

You continue to squeeze my belly, pushing your fingers deep into my angry guts. I can't help but whimper as you abuse my bloated belly. Trying to smack your hands away isn't having much effect and anything more than that would require sitting up—something I desperately do not want to do right now with how stuffed my tummy feels right now. Every time I try to use my words, your actions steal my words with a sharp hiccup or by encouraging a painful cramp. More than a few times, I've clamped my mouth shut out of fear that the burning feeling simmering away at the base of my esophagus will rise and come out.

I want to cry. My stomach is agonizingly full, feeling like it's going to rupture—and here you are, seemingly intent on bursting me like a waterballoon.

[slowee00]

🫧STUMBLE — Prologue

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🫧By ———— SLOoOre/slowee00

🫧 ARC: THE CAT

🐚 Chapter warning(s): backstory, profundity

⛴️ SERIES MASTERLIST

The drive was silent, the vehicle's wheels rolled at high speeds and the rain poured down on the large tour bus.

The radio sounded, a feminine voice singing various notes, her smoothing voice calmed the nerves of many via the heavy rain. Some people were sleeping, some were reading or on their phones.

It was currently around 11:30 pm and your tour bus had taken a detour a couple hours earlier due to a fallen tree on the road because of the incoming storm. Since then, the six-wheeler has been speeding down the empty roads longer than it should've. Of course, many, many people were angry- as they should be, their money and time was wasted instead of viewing the rest of the large mountains before night fall. Instead, it was just a forest and a cliff of water for miles.

A vacation your parents looked forward too. Your parents were athletes. They loved sports and being active. Your father is more of a climber while your mother is more of a runner. Every now and then, she teases and brings up how you’re gonna love running and will regret not exercising your body when running for something like the bus.

But you dismissed it and stuck with what you love; making music and creating art.

"You ok F/n?" Your mom asked, yawning and had woken up from her sleep. She smiled, reaching out to you and rubbed the top of your head.

"I am," you answered, still reading your newly twilight book from your school's library.

Your father snores loudly beside you, clearly tired out from yelling at the driver about getting lost.

"Mom?"

"Yes..?"

"Do you believe in vampires?" You asked randomly, looking up at her before she reached over to take a sip of her now cold coffee. "I wish,” she started, laughing a bit. “When I was your age, then I realized it would be chaos with those things around... when you're older, you'll watch Van Hel-"

The bus suddenly shook, and a few mumbling from shocked passengers immediately erupted. Your mom looked up and around, collecting her surroundings.

"Wake your father up." She commanded you.

"What's going on?"

"It's that fuck'n bus driver I swear."

"Are we in Seoul yet?"

"Mommy my butt hurts."

"I feel like we've been driving for some time now."

"Some time, we're lost again!"

Your mom leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"Cover your ears, too many bad words, I'm gonna go to the bedroom," you looked at her with bore eyes as if you've never heard profanity before. But you rolled your eyes and grabbed your large headphones and place them over your ears. You felt her hand run on your shoulder before she got up from her seat.

You hummed your favourite tune, popping in your favourite candy flavoured lollipop- but the joy was soon cut short as the bus shook again, only this time, it was much worse. Your juice spilled onto the ground and onto your father's lap, waking him up instantaneously. The force almost made you face plant into the seat in front of you.

Your father furrowed his brows, watching his wife walk to the front of bus.

Your mom stumble to the front of the bus, knocking on the wall beside the entrance of the drivers side. A thick curtain separating the two. She didn't want to interrupt anything, but she needed to know how close were they to the city. There was no cellphone service, so they were pretty much stranded, sitting ducks.

"Excuse..." She slowed her words, "...Me?" She pressed her lips together, seeing a odd pool of crimson substance spreading near her black running shoes. She stepped back not wanted to step on the unknown liquid.

But she couldn't help it. The temptation was eating at her. It could've been juice? No- it's too thick-

Ripping open the curtain, her eyes open wider than she's has ever before. The horrific scene in front filled her nose with a disgusting medallic scent. She quickly covered her nose by pinching it hard and took a step back in shock.

The blood dripped down the driver's hand and onto the ground. A long green-rusted spear with a spiral design around it was stabbed straight through the man's chest. The sharp end of the spear penetrated through the seat perfectly the a drill.

The driver’s window was shattered, showing the pitch black night sky. Analyzing the unknown-looking spear, it was as if someone or something shot the weapon with purpose and the driver was long dead with no chance of survival.

She was so stunned with the dead man, still processing that she had talked to this persons only a couple hours ago. Eyeing him even more, she didn't notice that the bus's wheels ran with no control. The dead males foot was still on the gas- she didn't acknowledge how fast the bus was suddenly running till it was too late.

The world stood silently as she watch what could be her last moments.

"Holy Sh-"

The large coach bus slammed the metal ramp with a loud bang, scraping the plastic covering open. As the two metals crashed against each other, sparks igniting, luggages in the bus immediately flung out of its compartment, creating a mess on the wet road. The passengers screamed at the sudden change and aggression.

Your twilight book slip out of your hands and you felt your father put his hand on your chest to push you back up against your seat.

"F/n-"

Your mom reached over to the dead man’s wheel and turned it to the left as much as possible. But the damage was already done.

The once secured metal ramp gave in, tipped the bus on its side in the span of seconds.

The people screamed, feeling themselves lift from the seat. People without seat belts were pull straight out of their seat rolling onto the side of the bus. You screamed, the heavy vehicle drove and broke the ramp, running straight off the cliff with speed, giving no one time for thoughts.

Your world slowed, turning upside down. Personal belongings flew everywhere, people rolling onto the roof of the bus, turning your head to your left, you noticed your father closing his eyes tight, he still had his large hand over your chest. His lips moved like he was giving a prayer and the corners of his eyes began to water.

Your mom, she almost wanted to vomit, the taste nearly in her mouth, her stomach twist and turned as she’s watching herself ascend lower and faster to the pitch black open water.

In a flash, you saw a large wave of water rush into the passenger side. Engulfing you all in an aggressive wave, knocking you out in seconds.

Taglist: ———

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[elftwink]

after I missed the first bus (it came 1 min early) I had to take a different bus and so when I got to station (have to do an extra transfer) my transfer train was delayed so I resigned myself to for sure a later bus home but I still ran and as I was leaving the station one of the bigger busses was arriving so I couldn't get out through the gate and by the time I did the bus (the later bus) was straight up pulling away at that exact moment and yall. I truly nearly lost my mind legitimately yelling my head off and waving and finally sinking to my knees in despair (not a joke) (i think i probably could have passed it off as leaning over to catch my breath to bystanders if only i wasnt saying "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NOOOO" at the top of my lungs). luckily the bus driver saw my near complete meltdown and pulled over to let me on 🙏 im not embarrassed yet because I'm too frazzled and also it worked. which is good because my next move was going to be sobbing into the pavement

[80hdhead]

Okay I'm using the voice type so like if there's misspellings on here that's why. So I'm on the after school bus and like this f****** bus driver. I literally f****** hate her mind. I'm hard of hearing. I literally cannot f****** hear. I live on a highway. I have my headphones in aunt. I don't hear her shout that she like going down my street. She drops off at the front of the street. Mind you I also cannot hear behind me. She literally I'm f****** two streets away from my house at the top of the road and I have to walk in the f****** grass right next to the highway to get to my f****** house. Like are you actually are you actually f****** kidding me right now I'm going to end up getting f****** ran over. I honestly hope I do and that I can f****** sue her because what the f*** is it and then I'm like oh like my street and then she's like. Oh well you can just wait until I pick up the other people at 5:30 4:47. I am not waiting like no so I just tell her that I'm going to go and like just walk to my f****** house but I'm like this is literally a safety hazard like what if I f****** get ran over or some s*** like I literally can't walk on the f****** grass because it's f****** slowed and I'm too close to the road where I can literally get f****** hit. I just f****** report her you know what I'm going to report her and I'm going to f****** give this b**** fired because like literally what the f*** is this I'm literally like me or centimeters like my God I do not like this f****** lady at all like the fact that like you drop us off at the front of our street is already a problem but like they've always done that and like the school board it's fine with it but like drafting me off on a f****** row like what the f*** is your deal. I can literally be getting f****** kidnapped right now as I'm going down my street like you know how easy it is for someone to like f****** pick me up like I literally can't f****** hear behind me. Just writing this in case I end up getting f****** ran over or kidnapped or some s*** I mean I don't think so. I live in a pretty good neighborhood but like you literally don't know but like what the acting f*** man like I could have literally got and ran over like I cannot hear behind me and like also I'm pretty sure that if she would have I'm not fully deaf. By the way if she would have continuously been yelling. Hey like like my street name? Does anyone live here like she knew where I live at? I'm on that bus all the f****** time and she literally said whenever I got in on like oh you're my street name like what the f*** man is my dad home because if he is best believe I am telling them this and I'm writing the report because I do not like that lady I got to be for her and her f****** daughter. Both of them are f****** skinks to f****** dwirl her hair her f****** ponytail while she driving the the f****** bus like keep both hands on the f****** wheel b**** like how the f*** are you going to be a skank and a bus driver like pick one okay. My dad home and I don't know how the f*** he's going to react but we'll see

[perfectionts-virgo]

HOUSTON 📍

Friday :7:30 Am

1998

"Bri , after work I have to go straight to the airport"my mom said turned to look at me to see if I'm paying attention, as she driving in the school parking lot stopped in the school.

"I heard you" I replied with a smile, unhooked my seatbelt, grabbing my backpack about to grab passenger door

"Remember Brittany going to Aunt Chrissy house this Weekend, So that mean you have the house to yourself  of course I gave enough money to last you till Monday" she said with sly smile we gave each other a hug

Walking up the stairs opening doors seeing group of people talking...Making my way to my first period seeing some classmates in the front doing other work from different class or sleeping either way I made my way to the back of the class, seeing my girls, Raina, Zoe, Camille & Lydia.

"Hi Girl" Lydia said with a smile, taking a seat in front of Zoe

"Hey y'all" I replied with a smile putting my bag on the desk

"Girl Tell me why Von and Gia broke up" Camille said we turned to face her with shock on our face

"Girl Stop Lying" I waved her off, looking at Zoe expression, Raina & Lydia looking at each other surprise.

"What happened?" raina asked with shock expression still stuck on her face, making me nod my head

"Well let's say they was cheating on each other" camille answered, I'm still shocked that they was cheating but Nvm

"Welp that wasn't my senior year checklist" I replied, hearing the bell rang seeing everybody coming in taking their seats.

Here come the reigning Queens of East High walking in looking top models, taking their seats continuing their conversation about (I really Don't know, Really I don't give a damn) then hearing four very loud voices walking in the popped open- door of the classroom, I turned my head seeing the fine reigning Kings of East enter the room walking to their seats, smiles all on their faces while continuing their conversation, they taking their seats while Cliff taking the seat infront of me, one thing about him is I have the biggest crush on him since sixth grade.

"Well I hope they good" Zoe said well all nodded our heads chuckling

"We still going shopping tomorrow?" Lydia asked before we even replied

"Yeah what time ?" Rakeem smirked, sizing Lydia up and down watching her curves, Lydia is my brown skin sis with curves in the right places.

"Yeah with girls,Girls" Lydia Joked, she playfully rolled her eyes turning to us making us chuckle

Everybody been chuckling at Lydia & Rakeem back and forth but we know she has crush on him since elementary, we have substitute teacher and we're watching a movie that nobody paying attention to, when I told y'all it's attention I mean you cut a knife through clearly Monica and Cliff broke up three months ago but the word around she start dating star quarterback Dame of University of Houston.

AFTER SCHOOL

As soon as the bell rang, students were getting out their seats, packing up my belongings, putting my bag over my shoulder exited the classroom, walking out the front door seeing raina standing on top the stairs.

"You got a ride ?" Raina asked fixing her pixie cut, looking at her watch

"I have a bus pass" I replied looking down at the watch, looking at parking lot

We turned her head to see Monica parting away from her clique or minions walking down the steps to tall muscular build light skin guy that look like a younger LL Cool J with waves giving her a hug peeking opening the passenger door for her putting her purse down first getting in closing the door making his way to the driver side leaving parking lot.

"Giiirrlll" Raina said looking at me shock chuckling

"I give her that but still fuck her" i replied making us chuckled, seeing her brother pulled up full honking his horn

"I hear you dumb ass" raina yelled rolling her eyes, turned to face with a calm expression

"Tell uncle Andre I said Happy Birthday for me" I said giving her a hug pulling away seeing her walking down the stairs to the passenger door, getting in seeing her pull off with a honk, I wave at them

(Great i have to walk to the bus stop to wait for 30 minutes, Wish me luck y'all)

Walking down the stairs, making my way out the school property walking down the block seeing business and hair shops, I hustled down the side walk, my curves bouncing with each stride, seeing the bus stop bench.

Seeing all Black Honda Accord pulled up in front of me passenger window rolled down and I see cliff .

"You need a ride ?" He asked with sly smirk

"Yeah i actually do" I answered I'm not going to play the cat and mouse game

"Come on" with a grin on face, unlocked the door

I got up from the bench, sauntered my way to the car opening the door getting in the car putting on the seat belt "Tell me your address" driving down the road to the freeway engulfing the car, founding himself nodding his head, whipped the steering wheels, maneuvered through Houston.

"What y'all doing tomorrow?" He asked he involuntarily nodding his head to infectious beat

"To the mall, start my prom and Gradnite shopping" I replied looking out the window seeing the buildings maneuvered through my neighborhood

"You don't mind if I join?" He asked I was to busy pay attention to how his pink tongue moistening his lips

"Of course I will let the girls know" I answered I turned my attention back on the road avoiding any eye contact

"I will invite the boys" he with his sly smirk

I couldn't help it but admire features, his untamed brows, and his beautiful trimmed beard, and I can't forget his luscious big heart shape lips,white durag that lay over his well braided head, and I understand why female going to war for him.

We finally pulled up in front of my house, he parked his car taking his key out the ignition, turned face me

"You mind if I could come in ?" He asked looking at me for acceptance

I guess I got caught because he creaked a beautiful smile, and bonus he have a grill on his bottom row, with his well defined muscles, showcased by his baggy jersey and with baggy blue jeans that have me wondering how big.. looking up seeing him sport his famous grin.

"Damn I know I'm fine, you mind if I have my face back?" He playfully teased me with a sly smirk

(It's not my fault you fine as fuck)

I got out the car, walked my war to the front door feeling him right on my side. Opening the door moving out the way for him to walk in, closing the door locking.

"Nice House" he said looking around walking in the living room

"Thanks, I give all the credit to my mother" I replied making us laugh

I let him know I'm going to my room, making my way to my room dropping off my backpack and taking off my shoes and my green leather jacket putting on my slippers walking down the stairs seeing cliff still standing but looking pictures.

"It's your mom and y'all ?" He asked turned to look at me

"Yeah, my mom and my little sister" i replied walking to the couch taking a seat grabbing the remote turned the tv on, changing the channel on MTV playing softly in the background

"What happened with your dad ?" He asked turned around walking to the couch sitting down

"My dad live in Atlanta" I answered I looked from the television

"Divorced" we said union, chucking

He shook his head, Nice & Slom playing softly background seeing Kimora typing on the computer, he had this look on his face like he look like he was thinking.

"Why you look like you're constipated ?" I joked, he smiled shaking his head

"I'm just wondering why we haven't hang before now" he said looking back at me

"Your little girlfriend" i replied feeling like a dark cloud hanging over my head

"Monica, How?" He asked looking back at me for his full attention

"Me and Monica was good friends back then" i said looking at him seeing his expressions change "I knew her before Rhonda, Ashley, Deedee & Alicia... we were good friends we did everything but puberty kicked in and socially elevated we didn't match her lifestyle so she kicked us to the curve then she knew I was feeling you then y'all started dating that's why I'm not cool with your ex"

"Damn she been weird" he chuckled shaking his head

"Welp that was your girlfriend at one point"i joked i looked back at him seeing him looking so good

"Yeah" he said seductively, looking at me up and down

(Welp let's see what happens)

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When I tell you I been to busy watching the videos, I didn't notice cliff took off his jacket showcasing his buff muscles, by his baggy tank top lying back with his long legs open wide, then 2pac How do you want it video start playing I got up from the floor to the couch avoiding the television, hearing him laugh.

"It's not that funny, it's weird watching a explicit video with the opposite sex" I chuckled playfully hit his arm turn my face seeing pac rapping half naked woman having the time of their life

"It's not weird, I watched porn with" he said before i rudely interrupted

"You and Monica watched porn together?" I asked looking at him shocked

"No, but when I used to date robin" he said paying attention on television seeing bunch of different color nipples on display

I wasn't paying to what he said because my girl down under being worked up, by his side profile even every slight movement he doing.

"You good ?" He asked he pressed his lip against my left ear.

"Yeah I'm go" I answered I stopped myself seeing lust

I felt his huge hands wrapped around my waist pulling me closer kiss my neck.

"Bet that pussy so wet" he said press his lips on my ear

Before I could say anything pulling me closer feeling my back on cushion, grabbing my thick thighs pulling then apart kissing my right ankle going down with breath taking kisses going down finally peck clothe clit.

"Oh my God" I moaned feeling him pulling my favorite black Victoria secret panties off with ease

"Look at this Juicy ass Pussy" he said with sly smirk before I felt his long tongue taking his first lick

I damn there almost jumped out of my skin how good his wet heat of his tongue dragging up and down on my slit, soon after he started sucking on my clit, it was so overwhelming my tight trying closing how good it was. He grabbed my calves, thrusting them forward that my toes touch the couch and my pussy and ass is in the perfect position. Let me tell you he went to work on my ass, he kept sucking, I so sloppy on his mouth. Clifford was mentally dapping himself he finally eating his dreamgirl pussy. The only sounds you can hear in the living room I s Jodeci Feenin and the sounds he making were munching, smacking of lips, tongue flicking, and popping of his mouth off her clit and inner folds. All I could do was moan out ecstasy grabbing on my chest rubbing all over.

I tried to sit up on my elbows but Cliff kept pulling closer to his face like he was bury himself. He was devouring my clit. All I could feel his fingers thrusting inside me while he kept sucking on clit, he was eating my pussy like he hasn't eaten like 30 minutes ago. His whole face was pressed into, he mouth was unrelenting, I couldn't stop saying his name over and over. All of a sudden a smack on my right cheek, his tongue start doing figure eights and even spelling his name on my folds and I found myself grabbing his gripping his arm. He continued devouring he began rolling his tongue in a gentle waves and humming, I swear I thought I saw the gates.

"Dassit, Baby, You a big girl ?, Give it to me"

He grabbed my thick thighs wide open as he continued dived into my drenched pussy, letting me and my body know who's in charge and control of my body now, all I could hear was the bridge playing softly but was over shadow by him sucking, and slurping, and sliding his tongue my sugar walls, he grabbed my legs to make sure I don't go anywhere, he dipping his fingers on my slit began doing little circle motion while kissing my inner thighs, my eyes rolled back into my head, I jumped feeling him slap my vulva, That was new to me because ex never did that or not even myself when I masturbate.. the effect made my clit pulsed from the pain and pleasure his long two digits were sliding in and out of me his tongue reunited with my pussy giving me a long hard licks to my overstimulated bundle of nerves his head bobbing back and forth. I was shouting feeling his big lips against my clit. My thights smothering his cheeks, but he took control grabbing my legs pressed them back forcefully, I let out a sharp moan, I started feeling my orgasm buildup, feeling my pussy begin to have a spasm, I began to start to shake and tremble, he going like a wild animal till I haven't felt my legs all I could remember was I had to pee but it was thrown off from how big I came and how wet his face is I squirted... I First timer...

"Did you came and squirted ?" He asked his entire face glistening with my juices. Giving my pussy a final peck

"That was my first time" I answered looking at him shocked

"Where's your room ? so I can help you out" he asked getting up pulling closer giving me a kiss I remember

"Upstairs on your left" I said looking at him cleaning the living room "and you might as well sleep with me I squirted on your face"

"Oh word, bet" he smirked picking me up putting me on his shoulder with my exposed ass giving my ass smack

(I can't believe that just happened)

[goo-stew-4-you]

Sorry it had to end this way

Originally posted September 11, 2023

Names changed for privacy

I paused as I entered my building, and I sobbed. I ended things, why do I have a right to be sad? You never shed a tear the entire time, not once. I had only seen you cry once before. I'm sorry things had to end this way, I said, as I retreated to my apartment.

John will always be fall. He will be Shelburne Falls, Glacier Potholes. John will be sweaters and jeans and boots. He will be making pies out of blueberries and toasty wood fires. The peak of our relationship was the beginning. We were both scared people, and it showed as we approached the end. The most distinct memories I have are of the early days, the first few weeks and months of our official relationship. He was only in Shelburne Falls for a few months, but it seemed fitting for him. John wasn't the bus, he wasn't the Heartwell Institute, he wasn't even the Firehouse or the Gogo. He was, in theory, all these things, but he never embodied them.

I'm sure the tears that I shed for John will become a distant, unpleasant memory. I'm sure that the tattoo that he gave Annie and then lied about will always be a funny story for her. I'm sure that he will talk shit about me to his friends, and even the ones that I'm close with will grow to hate me.

I'll hold onto cold mornings in that old house. The smell of fresh, strong, black coffee. The only time I liked black coffee. Sinead's unique sense of design, not my taste, but something that I could appreciate. Eggs and toast in the morning. Lazy days where we did nothing but sleep and eat and cuddle and fuck. Our favorite things. We would walk around town and point out houses that we liked, think about the people who lived there. I was always sick, for some reason. Remember when we had our friends over and played house? It was the weekend before Thanksgiving, and I was the only one who made food, a delicious veggie pot pie. We got drunk off of gin and tonics with elderberry syrup that I made from the bush in my garden. I yelled at you to not smoke in the living room, but you guys did, and you regretted it and apologized. You guys tripped on shrooms and you argued with Brynne. When I broke it up between you two, you told me the next day how incredible it was. I know that it wasn't incredible, but it still felt good to hear. We had sex in front of the fireplace on a sheepskin rug, twice. It wasn't even that good, but it was just fun to say we did it. I wrote you love letters in the living room when I was supposed to be doing my work. I wonder if you held onto them. We gently loved each other during that time, it was pure and sweet and felt just right.

There were other times that were nice, too. Our best sex didn't come until the spring of this year, and we topped out in Ottawa, at the end of the summer. That was the best sex of my life, and I don't remember half of it. I remember Baby Driver on in the background: B-A-B-Y. Montreal, too, was always fun, but it felt like we had experienced separate spheres, and were trying to fill the other in on our ideas.

John, I think we could have been really good, life-long friends. That's what sucks most about all of this. I feel like I let go of my best friend. I wish that things didn't have to be so serious, or that we could just fall into place outside of a relationship, but I understand that that's not meant to happen. You will always hold a place in my heart, and I will always worry about you.

I love you, John.

[mcrmadness]

I saw the weirdest damn stress dream in a while. I woke up so exhausted by it wtf.

I was on my way to somewhere and I was going there by plane. I was sitting in the front seat, but the plane looked more like a bus. I kept forgetting all kinds of things, such as the seatbelt, and I was trying to put on my sunglasses.

The plane was still driving on the runway, and some woman in the plane started talking to the pilot/driver and asked him about plane accidents. He said most of the accidents happen on the runway and demostrated what kind of driving leads to them often. Which was scary since he was driving in order to get the plane into air...

At some point the plane stopped somewhere. It was like a really tiny souvenir shop but it was just candies everywhere. I was looking at the candies and trying to find something I could buy for myself, but didn't find anything I'd have wanted to eat so I left, because I was the last one and others were still waiting for me in the plane. I went back and sat on the front again. It also started snowing outside despite it being summer, and I was wondering whether it'd cause problems for the plane.

At some point the plane was "driving" in a forest, towards a slightly steep hill where there were also a part with a vertical side. Other were cheering for the pilot that he can do it, he can drive the plane up that hill and get it flying. Then I realized that I was actually outside the plane, I was sliding forward and floating in the air. It was like the plane would have glitched like a video game, the plane was going uphill but I continued forwards so I went "through" the plane's walls and was sliding towards the wall slowly. I think I tried to yell at them that they, I'm not in the plane anymore!

I think I then walked on top of that hill (it was probably just about 3-4 meters high wall) and I looked at the sky where the plane was flying. But it glitched, again. Part of it just came apart like bad graphics, everything from wings to turbines, and it fell and crashed. There was some sort of an airport underneath, but it fell next to it. I started running towards the airport and I guess I kinda just teleported there because next thing I knew was that I was inside that building. There were already people investigating the crash and trying to save the people that were in the plane. I found some cops there, I think we were in Austria actually, and I started talking to them in English and they took me seriously until I started explaining I was also in that plane but somehow glitched out of it, which is when the cops just started smiling and giggling at me because it sounded so stupid. So I decided to walk away and look for people who would believe me instead.

Next I found a hospital room and there were women that apparently were on the plane too, but they were all fine. All of them had their boyfriend in the room too, they had been in the plane crash as well and they were much worse injured but still more of had bruises etc. But they were doing worse then the girlfriends. Afaik everyone in that plane did survive.

Then it got more intense when there was some adult man, who was just. Insane. He was very violent and he was threatening and following his father around, he was saying so horrible things and his dad was just running away and trying to tell him that they're related, they cannot possibly do anything like that. There were also snow piles somewhere but idk why. I also remember hiding in a room that was actually a room in my parents' house, and I was scared of that man and I wished he wouldn't do anything to people he doesn't know. So I tried to stay hidden as I didn't really want to know what he'd do if he saw me.

I think I woke up somewhere here. The weirdest part of this dream was definitely that where I glitched and floated through the plane. I do remember thinking about, tho, that I was also extremely lucky because I could have died in that plane crash if I didn't glitch like that.

[anxiouslyfred]

My Camping Holiday interpreted by the sanders sides

If I were to compare me, mum and mark on last weeks holiday to the sides well...

Let's start with before the holiday. at that point I was Virgil, checking I could fit everything into my bag that I thought I'd need, still almost forgetting 1 important thing but essentially being the one to stress over everything to the point I didn't want the holiday at all

Also remained Virgil while putting the tent up, cause let me tell you, NEVER TRY PUTTING A TENT UP IN HEAVY WIND AND RAIN

I stood for a while panicking and holding up a bit of tent cause the tent pole had snapped after being put in place. the weather was not helpful and broke our fucking tent. I spent the first night terrified it would fall over on top of me cause guess who claimed the section of the tent with the snapped tent pole. so yeah, I was Virgil for that first day.

The closest I got to being Logan on the trip was in searching places we thought about going or things we were asking about on my phone and being the only one of us to check for WiFi cause why constantly use data... well that and I read 6 books in a week, 2 of them poetry collections, 1 graphic novel, 1 silly books about cats, and 2 Terry Pratchett novels. most actual books I've read in a while.

Roman was definitely who I was when literally just vanishing from them both, walking along a section because we were at a seaside town but to find it I had to go exploring. (Boscastle has like a harbour bit that I think is naturally formed by the land so the town isn't directly on the seafront)

I think Mark was Logan. He always plays tetris to get everything in the car and trust me, after an hour in it, let alone 4 I fell like a tetris piece too. everything must be in a bag and he will fit it in... and almost forget to include my clothes cause I didn't put them on top of the other bags waiting to be packed into the car.

Let's be honest here too, mark is usually Logan, obsessed with numbers (plane id numbers, eddie stobbart numbers, bus id numbers, you name it, he seems to keep note of it), with a literal stalk his family app to keep track of where they are and they do so in return, and tended to be the one figuring out the plan along with being designated driver cause I can't drive and he refuses to add mum to his insurance.

Remus possessed Mark on the second to last day, technically the last but we stayed at his that night instead of coming straight home. I say this cause he decided to fucking stab their air bed.

granted it had punctured in the night, but guys, Mum and I were both on top of this air bed, trying to deflate it when he came into the tent with whatever stabby thing wasn't packed out of reached and got annoyed at me for instinctively trying to get away from the bed and him cause he tripped on the tent. sorry for not wanting to get stabbed remus mark, it's NEVER going to be on my to do list.

Also I know our tent has ways to section off 2 rooms which we use on these holidays, but that doesn't mean mark should just strip off in the main section of the tent, right in front of my completely open section. fucking hell, he definitely wanted to be intrulogical on that day and definitely gave evidence to why I was right to forever keep my section closed

Mum was Patton, actually, calling it now, except for the constant fucking annoying self-deprecation, she's generally always going to be Patton or maybe Roman on this trip, absent minded and emotional, making dumb unfunny jokes (I yelled at her about one in a service station on the way back, only so much repetition can be taken for her misguided views mascarading as jokes)

I think the only side that I can't say any of us blatently embodied was Janus and for that all I can say it that it took till the last day for me to yell at either of them. Janus was definitely in me keeping my mouth shut so I didn't need to get a train home or something.

I think I'm just going to avoid being included in the next camping trip/ next years holiday. Perhaps I can get Bethany to double book me or something.

[ceyrann]

Shades of red ASK 2:

cherry: claret: And merlot:

cherry: thoughts on mainstream music?

Honestly, not really a fan of it. I'm pretty particular in the types of music I consume.

claret: talk about a memorable experience on public transport.

-rubs hands in excitement- Ok. There's like... A whole story of me picking up a stranger home.

I was still in school during then and was on my way home via a public bus. There was this Korean asking the bus driver "Is this the destination?" To which the bus driver answered "This is the bus station." I was contemplating if I should help or not, and a fellow student who was sitting near me said to me, "I think you should help her." Me went, "You think I should help her." And I was like okay and went to help her. She just wanted a tour around the town and the bus driver finally got it.

Moving on, I got to know her name and her trip and all and just started chatting with her. Soon it was my stop so I bid farewell and got off the bus. She also got off and wanted to see the area I lived in. Now. My area isn't the worst but also isn't the safest. And she was alone. I was worried so I brought her to my place and was yelling for my mom at the top of my voice. I mean, I brought her to my front gate and am I gonna let a stranger into my house? Idk man. My mom then told me to quickly get her into the house and even shared lunch with her.

We noticed the bug bites on the lady's skin and when we saw the budget hotel that she stayed in, we decided that it was a huge no-no and we offered her a place to stay the nights when she's in our town. I mean, we had an empty room and bed so she can rest and explore our town without getting anymore bug bites. We exchanged cultural topics and she made Korean food for us and my mom was obsessed with kimchi for a period of time.

After that she left for another town to visit her friends there and we never heard of her anymore.

tl;dr: I picked up a foreign stranger from the bus and brought them home lmAO

merlot: do you have any unusual fears?

Uhhhhhh trypophobia?

Thanks for asking!

[burgundybmw]

Guitar String of Fate

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,062

Warning: Drunken shenanigans, thirst tweets.

Summary: When the band Daughters of Lilith tour bus breaks down in the middle of Indiana, they are left stranded for a few hours waiting for help. Y/N (also known by Echo) sees a bar in the distance with a giant LIVE MUSIC sign in bright neon lights, she tells the girls they might as well find some entertainment while they wait. The local favorite Corroded Coffin is playing, and when she locks eyes with the guitar player for the first time, Y/N can’t help but feel the electricity in the air. Will this be a missed connection? Or will the strings of fate bring them together again?

Author’s Note: Who doesn't love rockstars? I certainly do.

Part II

Y/N knew she'd get an earful after dropping the album early. Murray ran a tight ship and as their manager, it was his job to keep everything in order. There was supposed to be promo parties, meetings with big wigs, a bunch of fancy dinners. That was the plan, but Y/N was so exhausted. The tour took a lot out of her, the rest of the girls too. Chrissy was half dead on her feet after every show. Y/N made the split second decision to release the drop to ease the transition after the Antiquity tour. She knew Murray would give her an earful, but she didn't really care. The fans loved it, the rest of the band agreed, and that's all she needed to know. She didn't regret her decision in the slightest, but Murray's nagging was really grating on her ears.

"I don't see what the big deal is. It hasn't even been a day and the album is already charting in the top 10. You should thank me honestly"

"Thank you?! I should thank you?! I swear when you guys get to L.A-"

"Sorry Murray, you're breaking up. Bad reception in Hawkins. Talk to you later!" Y/N hung up the phone and immediately turned it off.

"You're terrible" Barb chuckled at the head of the bus. They'd only been driving for a couple of hours, passing through Hawkins, Indiana before getting on the interstate. Y/N had begged the driver to at least pass through it since they couldn't make a formal stop. Alexei was always a bit over a pushover, so of course he caved to her whim.

"Please, Murray would have harped on me all the way to California and you know it" Barb nodded in agreement. Murray was like an overexcited chihuahua. Loud, in your face, and had a hysterical temper. Once you got him going it was difficult to stop him.

"I really wish we could have stayed in Hawkins for a bit. It would have been nice to see people" Chrissy sighed.

"Next time we can Chris, we'll make a whole weekend of it" Y/N loved the idea of Hawkins. Barb, Chrissy, and Vickie always talked about how much they loved growing up there. It was quaint, a town almost stuck in time. Old shops and arcades that have maintained their charm over the decades. It was starkly different than Y/N's childhood, she hated growing up in Athens, California. A neighborhood outside the glitz and glamor of Los Angeles. It was busy and loud, where Hawkins had an ease of peace to it.

"Sure I guess, wish we could do it now instead of later though"

It was as if Chrissy's words bled magic, her will to stay in her hometown manifesting into reality. All of the sudden a loud bang rang out on the back of the bus, the sound nearly deafening. The bus came to a slow stop, the wheezing and hissing of mechanics ringing their ears.

"What the hell was that?" Eden yelled through the curtain of her bus bed.

"I'm not sure, I'll ask Alexei" Vickie skittered out of her seat and raced to to the front of the bus. Y/N looked out the window to see a dense array of trees, the evening sun barely visible through them. It couldn't have been a worse place to stop.

"Oh no, is the bus broken?" Chrissy asked, taking a seat next to Y/N on the bench.

"You might get your wish after all Chris" Y/N could hear Eden groan from behind the curtain. They were all drained from the end of the tour, the follow up interviews, dealing with packing up the bus, everything. It wasn't the best time for a break down, a mechanical one or otherwise.

"Alexei thinks we blew a tire!" Vickie shouted from the head of the bus.

"Christ almighty!" Eden complained. Y/N tried dialing Murray's number, but it went straight to voicemail. The petty bastard silenced his phone. It was her own fault, Murray wasn't stupid. He knew she hung up on him on purpose. Normally that would be a small blessing, but now their tour bus was out of action in the outskirts of Hawkins. It was not the time to be spiteful.

Y/N stood up and walked towards the busses exit. If she didn't step foot off that god forsaken tour bus she knew she would lose her shit. The late summer air was thick with humidity, the smell of burnt rubber flooding her nostrils.

"What's the damage?" Alexei was bent over in front of the large bus tire, a large gaping hole in the front of it. Metal kissed pavement, it didn't take an engineer to know they were fucked.

"It looks like we will not make our destination tonight" Alexei replied. Eden, Chrissy, Barb, and Vickie all shuffled out of the bus to look at the damage, the same look of grief written on all of their faces.

"Great. Just great. What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Eden complained, banging her head on the metal frame of the bus.

"Can't we call Triple A or something? We can't be stuck here all night! What if there are bears or something out here!"

"There are no bears in Hawkins, Chrissy. It's all gonna be okay"

"There are coyotes though"

"Not helpful Vickie" Barb chastised. Chrissy was in a near panic, pacing up and down the road. She was always a gentle soul, soft and demure. When she played drums that persona flew right out the window, pounding away until the wood sticks snapped beneath her fingers. Y/N often teased her about her Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde personality shift, but she kept her mouth shut in the moment. It was clear Chrissy wasn't the only one who was nervous about the situation.

Y/N walked up to where Chrissy was pacing and wrapped her arms around her, comforting the anxious blonde before she spiraled. It was then she noticed a large rusted sign sticking out up the road. Half the letters were missing from it, but the Live Music notice below it was crystal clear.

"Do any of you guys recognize that up ahead?" Y/N asked, taking a step away from Chrissy.

"That's The Hideout. It's an old dive bar" Barb replied.

"Is it any good?" It didn't really matter either way. Dive bars meant booze and cheap food, the live music was just a bonus.

"Wouldn't know, I've never been" It was the perfect distraction. They could all pass the time listening to whatever local band played while they wait for help to arrive. Y/N knew if she step foot on that bus while it was shipwrecked it would totally ruin her night. After months of traveling the walls inside the metal machine felt more like a tomb than a mode of transportation. She was nearly claustrophobic.

"Perfect. Let's go" Y/N began to walk towards the bar before Eden reached out to stop her, the iron grip on her arm halting any chance of movement.

"What if someone recognizes us? Chrissy, Barb, and Vickie are locals. We were just in Indianapolis. It could be more of a headache than just staying here" She made an excellent point. The last thing any of the girls wanted was a media circus, especially with no way to escape it.

"We have those wigs in the car leftover from the shoot in Chicago, we could totally use those! It would be a whole Hannah Montana moment! But backwards!" Chrissy beamed, the panic from earlier replaced with giddy joy.

"Sounds good to me"

The Hideout was like any dive bar in the midwest. It was a little worn, a little dated, but comforting nonetheless. A large U shaped bar crowded with people cut the bar in half, and on the other side by the bathrooms was a small merch stand. There was a small stage set up, instruments on display for the live show. A clearly handmade banner hung above the stage, in spray painted letters it spelled out Corroded Coffin.

"Have you guys heard of this band?" Y/N asked above the noise of the bar. The shots she did in the tour bus making her feel warm and loose. The platinum blonde wig on her head was beginning to itch, she desperately wanted to rip it off. Exposure be damned.

"It sounds familiar but I can't put my finger on it!" Vickie shouted.

"Ugh it's driving me nuts! I definitely know them from somewhere! It's right at the tip of my tongue" Chrissy groaned, adjusting her hot pink wig.

The band hadn't entered the stage yet, the crowd at the front of it were all decked out in vintage metal gear. Battle jackets, spikes and pins of classic bands. It was reminded Y/N of when she was a kid, sneaking into concert venues to listen to the music her parents forbade her from. Nostalgia, oh lovely nostalgia.

"I'm gonna get a drink, see you guys in a bit" Y/N walked through the crowd to get to the bar, it had been so long since she had to. When she would go out with the girls, the people would part for them like the red sea, but no one here recognized her. She loved it. To just exist as a normal person, drinking and listening to live music, going back to her roots. When she finally got up to the bar there was a wall of people yelling to get their orders in, all of them towering over her.

'Great. Never gonna get blitzed at this rate' Y/N thought to herself. She felt a soft tap to her shoulder, the hand belonging to a guy she'd assumed would normally never set foot in a place like this.

"Here, take my spot. I'm just getting water anyway"

"Thanks, you're a life saver!" Y/N stepped into his place, the guy stepping away giving her enough personal space.

"No problem, I know how crazy it can get here. The name's Steve" He held his hand out to shake, something she gently returned.

"I'm Y/N. Ya know, if I'm being honest, you don't look like the kind of guy I'd expect to be here" Steve was wearing a polo shirt and a wind breaker, he looked like he shopped at J. Crew, went to private school. Probably drives an Audi or a BMW. That type.

"I get that a lot," Steve chuckled, "this is my friends band. I always come to his shows when I can. I'll be honest, metal isn't my favorite, but he's a cool guy and I like to show my support"

"That's cool. Are they any good?" Y/N said as she held a $20 bill in the air, fastest way to get a bartenders attention.

"Not the best judge of the music, but I think they're really talented. The only metal I've listened to is Daughters of Lilith, but that's only because my best friend Robin is obsessed with them"

Y/N placed her order, barely containing the smirk on her face. Rockstars relish in hearing about people loving their music, always adds a boost to their Jupiter sized egos. Those who don't are either liars or have the humility of Mother Theresa. Y/N was neither.

"Oh yea? Is Robin here tonight?" Get a couple of drinks in her, Y/N would have zero hesitation in exposing her disguise. Especially for a major fan, Murray and the other suits be damned.

"Nah, she couldn't make it. She's at a birthday party. Pretty sure she's listening to the new album now though, she hasn't shut up about since it dropped. Do you listen to them?" The bartender handed Y/N her drink, a captain and ginger. When she took a sip, Y/N quickly realized it was definitely more captain and not so much ginger. Dive bars and their heavy pours.

"Oh yea, I listen to D.O.L all the time. I've followed the band since the beginning" Not technically a lie, not a full truth either.

"Robin's gonna be so bummed out she missed this, she's followed them since the beginning too, I'm sure she'd talk your ear off about them. The only reason I've listened to them was because she wanted someone else to talk to about their music. She did the same thing to our friend Eddie, but he's more into that scene than I am"

"Spreading the metal gospel?" Y/N chuckled, sipping on her drink.

"Oh yea, for sure. She has this massive crush on the guitarist, Vickie too. Robin used to be in band with her back in high school, but she never had the courage to talk to her. Shit, probably shouldn't have said that"

"Trust me, if I had a dollar for every time I said something I shouldn't have I would be richer than King Midas" An idea popped in Y/N's head then. She nabbed the pen from behind the bar and grabbed one of the band's flyers, it was a little wet in the corners but it would get the job done. Steve's back was turned, ordering a glass of water from the bartender. Y/N quickly wrote out a note and signed the bottom, gently sticking into the pocket of his windbreaker. A little something for her band's biggest fan.

The lights in the bar began to dim, shrouding the room in darkness. Cheers erupted from the crowd in front of the stage, the show was about to begin.

"See ya around Steve" Y/N said as she walked away, navigating through the crowd once again. The buzz from cheap liquor flooded her veins, a sense of euphoria firing off the neurons in her brain. When was the last time she went to a show that wasn't her own? To be a face in the crowd instead of the lead on stage? It must have been years. She didn't realize how much she felt the absence of it until she stepped foot inside The Hideout, missed the rush of getting lost in the sea of people, all dancing to the beat of the same drum.

"Shit, there you are! Hurry up the show's about to start! Everyone else is at the front already!" Eden grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her deep into the crowd, her legs stumbling along like a newborn gazelle. She followed Eden's lead as she steamrolled through the crowd. It was one of the things Y/N loved about her, how she could push her way through anything. Eden was the band's rock, Y/N would be lost without her.

"You made it just in time! The band's about to come out!" Vickie shouted. Eden practically shoved Y/N against the stage barrier, the hard metal digging into her ribs. It was a great spot, off center towards stage left. Y/N was squished in between Eden and Chrissy, a swarm of people behind them. They were all shouting, pushing and prodding to get to the front of the crowd, desperate to get close to the band. Electricity was in the air, a beautiful controlled chaos. Then the members of Corroded Coffin finally walked on stage, it felt like a bolt of lightning struck down through Y/N's spine.

Standing barely six feet in front of her was the most sublime creature Y/N had ever seen. Long limbs dressed in leather and denim, the hands that gripped the B.C. Rich Warlock decorated with thick metal rings. He had a smile that could outshine the beaming lights on the stage, and hair long enough to pull. This man checked every one of Y/N's boxes. She didn't stand a chance.

"I want to have his rockstar babies" Any filter that Y/N had previously possessed was gone with the wind. The booze, the music, the man in front of her, three strikes and she was out.

"What?" Eden yelled over the cheers.

"I said! I want, to have, his rockstar babies!" Y/N screamed in her face, oblivious to the fact that the man himself could hear her. When she turned around she saw him looking straight at her, a wolfish grin on his face. Y/N widened her eyes when he gave her wink, matching the endearing dimple on his flushed cheeks. Done for, she was absolutely done for.

"I'm embarrassed for you" Eden groaned.

"Be embarrassed then. Doesn't make it any less true" Y/N was sure Eden had another oh so clever quip to add, but was interrupted by the screeching sound of the mic reverb.

"Sorry about that, Gareth always fucks up the the mic set up" the man behind the mic teased.

"Fuck off, Jeff" the drummer, Gareth Y/N supposed, replied.

"Love you too man," Jeff began, "anyways, we're Corroded Coffin and we're gonna put on a bitchin' show for y'all tonight. We're gonna start with something all of you should know, if not, why the hell are you guys here? Hit it!"

Y/N instantly recognized the guitar rip, the opening chords to Master of Puppets blasting her ears. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought it was done by James Hetfield himself. The man had an insane amount of talent, too much to be wasted in some old dive bar. His fingers waltzed against the warlock's strings like he had it with him in utero. Y/N was entranced, fully underneath his spell. She had never felt this way before, never felt this moved watching another person play. Not even herself.

Eden watched Y/N gaze at the guitarist on stage with a knowing look in her eye. She knew that by the end of the night, one of three things would happen. One, Y/N would make a damn fool out of herself in front of mystery guy. Two, she'd chicken out and just stare at him while he played. Or three, a locked tour bus and a suspiciously loud speaker playing inside, leaving the rest of them stranded on the road. The last one was very unlikely, for as long as Eden knew her Y/N never hooked up with strangers. A serial monogamist at heart, poor thing. So it was either option one or two, if Eden was gonna bet money on it, she'd go with the first.

It made her miss Argyle all the more, he had left to go back to California halfway through the tour. He was the perfect partner, always attentive to her needs, constantly lending a hand to anyone who needed it, could lighten up a room the moment he entered. Eden wasn't a hopeless romantic, that was all Argyle, but she loved him with everything in her. A part of her wanted that for the rest of her friends too. Chrissy had a bad break up before she left for Los Angeles, some douchebag zealot she dated back in high school. Vickie always mentioned some girl she used to have a crush on back in the day, but never did anything about it. Barb was harder to read. She never mentioned anyone she was interested in, but Eden did notice the eyes she gave Fred Benson during the MTV interview. The same eyes Y/N was giving the guitarist as he played through the set, and if her eyes didn't deceive her, a similar look on Chrissy's face as she watched the drummer, Gary? Gareth. Definitely Gareth. Who knows, maybe Hawkins, Indiana had better luck than Eden previously thought.

"I'm gonna throw my bra on stage" Y/N slurred beside her.

"Don't you dare!" Eden's words fell on deaf ears, especially with Chrissy chanting do it, do it, do it, beside them. Corroded Coffin had just finished up some original work, it was pretty good. A little unpolished, but with the right set up and practice they could tune that right up.

"It's already in motion Lady Eden, can't stop me now. I shall give the fair warlock knight a favour, a token of my appreciation" Y/N replied as she stealthily unhooked her bra beneath her shirt.

"I'm banning you from Medieval Times for the next month"

"Oh, boo" Y/N slipped the black lace fabric off her skin the moment before the band began to play once more. She tossed into the air, the bra taking flight like a bat in the night. The guitarist caught it before he it landed on his face. He looked annoyed at first, as if he was used to people throwing things at him, before he realized what it was. A look of pure excitement consumed him, like a kid getting his favorite toy on Christmas morning.

"Dude, is that a bra?" Jeff voiced into the mic.

"Sure is"

"Can I see?" Eden rolled her eyes, men were so predictable.

"No way man, it's mine now. Probably wont look as good on me as it would on the lady who gave it though" The guitarist attempted to fit his arms through the straps, giggling like a school girl. He quickly gave up the endeavor, his shoulders were too broad for it to fit, deciding to tie it around the strap instead. Y/N looked like she was having a religious experience, Eden wanted to gag.

"Oh my god his voice, I can't, I just can't" Y/N whined, her knuckles gripping the metal barrier as if she would blow away at any moment.

"Y/N, you're like, one of my bestest friends ever, and I say this with all the love in my heart because you're like, the sister I never had, but you seriously need to get laid"

"Chrissy!"

"Am I wrong?"

"Nope" Eden, Vickie, and Barb all replied at the same time.

"Stop killin' my buzz. Let me fantasize in peace!" They all turned back towards the stage, ignoring Y/N's protest. Corroded Coffin started their final encore of the night, it was only a matter of time before Eden found out which of the three options would come into fruition.

As the song came to an end, Eden's phone buzzed in her pocket. She wanted to ignore it, content on enjoying the music, but it kept ringing. Over and over and over again. Whoever it was, was desperate to get ahold of her. With an annoyed groan she pulled out her phone, Murray's face popping up on her lock screen.

Eden:

Murray?

Murray:

Where the hell are you guys?!

Eden:

A bar.

Murray:

Is that what all the racket is? I can barely hear you!

Eden:

What is it Murray?

Murray:

The tire has been fixed. All of you need to get to the bus pronto, we're late on schedule as is!

Eden:

Oh come on, the set is almost over!

Murray:

Now, young lady!

Eden:

You're not my dad!

Murray:

UGH!!

Murray hung up the phone, leaving Eden alone to deal with the girls. She knew it would be an olympian size tasked getting them all to the bus, especially Y/N, but it needed to be done.

"Bus is fixed. Let's go" Eden grabbed onto Y/N's arm, pulling her away from the barrier.

"Noooo Edy! Come on we can't go yet!" Y/N was whiny when she was drunk, and stubborn as an ox. Something that always tested Eden's paitence.

"Now! Before Murray gets on our asses even more! Chris, give me a hand"

Both girls had to drag Y/N out of the Hideout. She was ranting and raving about wanting to talk to guitar player. About halfway down the road she started waxing poetic about his Bambi eyes and big hands. Eden couldn't wait to get her back on the bus, get back home to Los Angeles. She knew Y/N would be a dragon in the morning, she always was with a hangover. This would be the longest bus ride ever.

In retrospect, Eden should have taken Y/N's phone away when they finally managed to get her to bed. If it weren't for the pure exhaustion that riddled her bones, that's exactly what she would have done. But Eden didn't take Y/N's phone away from her. She left the girl to her own devices, and that mistake lead to one of the biggest social media headaches Daughters of Lilith had ever experienced. Worse than dropping the album early, worse than the time Barb called the former president a fascist, although none of the band members complained about that one.

It was the tweet read around the world, and all hell broke loose.

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[bellysoupset]

ok ok, how about one of the football boys getting sick on the bus on the way to an away game? maybe he's carsick, maybe he ate something sketchy, either way he's not sure he's gonna make it without puking. at first he tries to sleep it off, but everyone's excited and rowdy and he's just feeling worse and worse...

I had toooo much fun typing this lol. Thank you so much for all the asks!

Leo pressed his forehead to the bus' window, praying they'd hit smooth tarmac soon and the vehicle would stop bouncing. They hit another pot hole and the whole bus dipped violently to the left, or at least it felt like such, as he felt his stomach clench with the movement.

To his right, his friends yelled. Lucas and Vince were standing up, the big clowns that they were and pestering every single person. Jonah had been the smarter and sat in the front, to read... Just the simple thought of reading in the bus made Leo's head swim.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then patted uselessly his bag dumped next to him, on the empty seat that should've been Mikey's, but Michael was now... It didn't matter. Somewhere. Pretty much everyone had gotten up at a point in the - so far - two hours long trip, and ended up sitting on someone else's place.

He grabbed his water bottle and took a small sip. It didn't help with the nausea, but at least pushed back the thick saliva that kept pooling in his mouth.

The bus swerved again and inertia sent him back against the window, causing Leo to let out a groan and wrap an arm around his stomach. Fuck, he just wanted for the fucking bus driver to do his-

"Yo Casper," Vince said cheekily, sitting next to him and Leo immediately straightened up and pulled his arm away from his nauseous stomach.

Vince, fucking Vince who never got carsick or sympathy sick or well... Anything. The man was like a fortress, built like a tank too. Today he was wearing a muscle top with arm holes so huge that he might as well not be wearing a shirt and he was wearing a snapback turned backwards, keeping all of his raven hair away from his face.

He seemed so bloody happy and chill, it was disgusting, Leo thought with a grimace.

"What?" he snapped sourly and Vince frowned at him.

"What what? You're even whiter than normal, man."

"I'm fine," Leo said through his teeth and he heard as his stomach immediately complained loudly over the lie. Thankfully, the bus was so noisy that Vince couldn't have heard it unless he had his ear pressed to the blonde's stomach.

"Uh-hu," Vince squinted at him, "sure thing. Do you want a beer?"

God.

Leo felt a burp sneak up on him, but he swallowed it down, keeping his face straight. Fuck no, he didn't want a beer.

"I'm just sleepy, go away," he said instead, turning on the seat and shoving his friend off. Vince let out a whine at being shoved off, but his mood couldn't be ruined by Leo acting out and he simply shrugged.

"Fine, your loss," before turning around to yell something at Lucas, starting to cross the bus again.

Leo groaned, planting his forehead back to the glass. The water he had been steadily drinking sloshed inside of him and he felt another burp come up, but this time around he let it through, regretting it as the burp carried with it the taste of his morning cereal.

He tried to sleep, so he wouldn't be such a huge liar, but it seemed like he was fighting a losing fight. The more he stood quiet, the more it seemed his stomach had other plans for him. His belly gurgled again and he felt like burping, but instead he swallowed it down. Not taking chances-

"You," Lucas said, flicking his ear to wake him up in case he was asleep. Leo forced his eyes open again, immediately turning his face away from the window and the bright sun, "look sick."

"Sick of your shit," Leo retorted dryly, "why can't any of you let me sleep?"

Lucas only leveled him with an amused glare, one that said he could read right through the other man. Leo deflated a little bit.

"Please leave me alone, Luke, I don't feel well."

"Yeah, I can tell that," Lucas rolled his eyes, turning around on the seat, knees planted on it. He was so ridiculously tall, he made the whole thing look like a kid's bus.

Leo turned his face away from his friend, now no longer bothering to hide the fact he was feeling really really nauseous, and wrapped his arms around his stomach, lowering his forehead to the seat in front of him. The half curled up position felt better on his head, at least now he had some support, but made his stomach feel even sourer, if possible.

Lucas turned back around, holding a plastic bag inside a plastic bag. He wrinkled it under Leo's nose, "there you go, kiddo."

"I'm older than you," Leo groaned, but took the bag, knowing it was a lost battle. His mouth was watering, "fuck."

"Yeah, fuck," Lucas agreed, thumping his back lightly, "just let it out-"

"Jonah is going to fucking kill me," Leo mumbled, spitting inside the bag. It was a little cloudy, colored by his breakfast. Lucas let out a snort.

"He's got headphones on, he'll never know."

"Oh he'll know," Leo groaned, then gagged and burped again. More frothy spit, "Luke-"

"You're okay, shh-" Lucas said, his voice sounding distant. Leo gagged again and then he let out a muffled "ohgoOd" and buried his face in the bag, his knuckles turning white around the flimsy plastic.

He heaved once dryly, then the next one brought a huge gush of his breakfast. The milk tasted rotten coming up and the chunks of cereal clung to the back of his throat, making him gag harder and puke again and then as he raised his head to try and get some air, his gut clenched again and he threw up once more, nearly missing the bag.

The vomit clung to the inner side and the whole thing was starting to feel heavy and wet and- He burped another gush, letting out a groan. Then spat some more, bunching up the bag in one of his fists, planting the other hand on the seat in front of him.

The whole bus was twirling and he felt so, so dizzy-

"Okay, you done?" Lucas asked, reaching in and Leo shook his head no.

"I'm gon' be sick again."

"Yeah, but now?" His friend asked, completely unbothered by the smell or the vomit clinging to Leo's chin.

"Uh..." Leo gulped down, sniffled and realized tears were clinging to his lashes. His stomach was still churning, his head felt stuffed with cotton, but he felt almost empty... "No- I -" he burped weakly, "don't thin-"

Someone, Vince probably, opened a bag of cheetos.

Leo groaned, "fuck-" and then immediately turned his face back to the bag, vomiting up another gush, this one much more chunky and he choked up on it, coughed and puked again, feeling vomit sting his nose... Lucas thumped his back again, planting his other hand on one of the sides of the bag, as if he was afraid Leo was planning to let go.

He heard the brunette man swear at someone and then a meek "Sorry!" and finally, the smell of cheetos and nausea both receded.

Leo pulled back from the bag, panting, now openly crying. He rubbed the tears away with the back of his hand, sucking in a breath.

"Now I'm done."

"Okay great," Lucas smiled, all puppy like, "let me get rid of this-" he reached for the bag, at the same time that ahead of them, Jonah lowered his headphones and sniffled the air, only to yell.

"DID SOMEONE PUKE?!"

"Told ya," Leo groaned, lowering his head in shame, while Vince yelled back,

"No, the bad smell is because your mouth is too close to your nose, Johnny!"

[thatsgay-writes]

Deena x Reader Part 2

Y'all really went crazy for the first part, so here's ✨part 2✨

General Warning: Death, Cursing

Part 1

You flinch away from the back exit of the bus as one of the Sunnyvalers throw a glass bottle. "Guys come here!" "Hurry!" You and Deena yell to Simon and Kate as everyone around them continues to cheer for Shadyside. "Hey, isn't that...?" Simon trails off as you all see how uncomfortable Sam looks sitting in the passengers seat. "Bitch." You mumble as Simon pushes his way to the back of the bus and moons the sunnyvalers. "Sunnyvale sucks!" He says with a giant grin before pulling his pants back up.

"Open the door." Deena tells you as she takes the top of a water cooler that didn't get used because the game got cancelled. Kate looks at Deena with a "are you sure type face", hesitating to follow Deena's instructions. So you push in front of Kate and open the back door. "This is definitely a good idea, right? Deena? Y/n?" Kate asks worriedly as Deena starts a count down. "It's just water or juice Kate, worst thing that can happen is that the paint gets messed up or something." You tell her as Deena continues the count down.

"Two..." You grab the other handle across from Deena and both share a look. Deena's eyes widen in concern and horror and you return the look with a confused one. "Your nose!" She says and you immediately let go of the cooler to feel way too much blood flowing out of your nose. Deena, being too worried about you, let her hold from the cooler relax some... right as the bus hit bump in the road. "Y/n, are you ok--- Oh shit!" You all watch as the cooler slips from her grasp and hits the hood and windshield of the car Sam was in, causing it to swerve and brake before finally veering off into the woods. "Oh fuck." You mumble as you watch it all happen, while Deena yells for the bus driver to stop the bus.

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Once the bus is stopped, Deena is the first one off the bus and racing towards the car. Simon and Kate went after her after making sure you were okay but you waved them off, saying you would be right behind them once your nose finally calmed down. By the time you get down there, it was just in time to get Sam's blood puked onto you, Simon, and Deena. "Eww." You couldn't help but say as Simon freaked out over his shirt, while you stare dejectedly at your jeans. You felt some jealousy rise up in you when you watched as Deena moved to hold Sam close to her but you pushed it down almost immediately.

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After Sheriff Goode was done talking to Deena, you were next in line to be questioned. "Your name?" He asked and you just rolled your eyes. "I'm sure you know it by now." He clenched the pen tighter as he sent you a look. "I don't need you to act like a hard ass, just give me your name." You both have a staring contest for a few seconds before you relent and answer his question. "Y/n Y/ln." Sheriff Goode stared at you for a few seconds more before writing down your answer. "So that's what you changed your name to?" You were done with his questions. "Look Nick, I didn't do or see nothing. Accidents happen, now hop off my dick and go do your job or something." You told him before walking away, making sure to flip him off for good measure.

You walk back towards the bus only to see Peter and Deena, in what you know is a not so friendly, hug. You check over your shoulder to make sure Sheriff Goode isn't paying attention and walk up to Peter and Deena. You grab Peter's hand and instantly twist is an awkward angle. "I suggest you let go of my friend... I heard that wrists were an important thing to have as a quarterback." You threaten and he lets go of Deena but makes sure to give you a solid shove as you release his hand before walking away. "I had that handled." Deena tells you as you both walk back to the bus. "Oh yeah, getting the life squeezed out of you is the definition of having it handled." You respond to her. Deena tries to argue her point but you put your hand up stopping her. "Look, it's been a long night. We just caused your ex to be sent to the hospital, who you clearly still have feelings for." You say the last sentence bitterly. "So why don't we just can this whole conversation and save it for another day." Deena doesn't even grace you with a response and just walks ahead of you to the bus.

---

You slam your door shut as you collapse onto your bed. You were supposed to spend the night at Deena's house but after the whole car crash incident, you couldn't handle it. One second it seemed like she was going to confess that she liked you to some capacity but then, of course, Sam had to go and ruin it. You just decided to call the car crash karma and move on. "Stupid Deena, stupid Shadyside..." You look in the mirror and see the blood on your jeans. "Stupid Sam." You remove your shirt to start getting ready for bed when someone knocks on the front door. "Who the hell..." You mumble as you wait to see if they'll knock again or if it was just some type of ding dong ditch.

There doesn't seem to be another knock but the kitchen phone starts ringing. You let out a grunt of annoyance, having just wanted to take a bath and go to bed. You grab a random sweatshirt from your bed and throw it on, missing the fact that the sweatshirt was Deena's. "What?" You ask rudely as you answer the phone. "Damn who pissed in your cheerios?" You can hear Simon ask in the background. You let out a sigh. "Sorry guys, it's just been a long day and I feel like-" You get cut off by someone pounding on the door. "Fuck off or I'm gonna call the cops!"

"Sorry, as I was saying. It's been a long day and I keep getting ding dong ditched... Did you need something?" "Yeah, Peter has gone completely mental." You hear Kate say. "I can literally hear Deena breathing into the phone. Why are Simon and Kate there, I though they were babysitting." This time Deena spoke. "Peter is dressed up like the skull mask killer and stalked my house and then broke into the house where Simon and Kate were babysitting."

"What the hell who does that?" You ask with disgust lacing your voice. "Maybe thats-" You get cut off again by pounding on your front door. "I bet that's the asshole right now! I'll be right back." You say as you lay the phone on the counter. You grab a knife before you head to the door to try and hopefully scare Peter when you open the door. "I know it's you asshole!" You yell as you open the door, only to dodge the swing of a knife a second later. "Ahh! What the hell!" You stumble back as you try and close the door but skull mask Peter kicks it open. You run back towards the kitchen as skull mask Peter walks slowly but menacingly after you. "Help! He's gonna fucking kill--" Is all you can say into the phone as the cord gets cut.

"Look Peter what happened was just and accident! Can't you buy a new car or something!" You ask desperately as you dodge another swing of the knife. "I'll even help put a down payment on it or something." "I won't even call the cops, we can forget this ever happened!" You were just spewing random things out of your ass at this point, hoping not to die. Your luck quickly runs out when Peter manages to stab your thigh. "Fuck!" You yell as you fall to the floor, blood seeping out of your thigh fast as Peter removes the knife. He looms over you, ready to strike again when you hear the sound of a car pulling up and doors opening and closing. You close your eyes and prey that Peter will make it a quick death.

---

"Y/n! Y/n!" Deena yells as she rushes into your house, the front door wide open. Deena looks around quickly as she tries to find you. She can see the kitchen phone on the floor and rushes into the kitchen. You were leaning against a cabinet, your whole body tense with blood dripping from your thigh. "Y/n!" Deena calls out again but in relief as she rushes to your side. "Hey, are you okay? What did he do?" She asks as she grabs your face in her hands and lets out a breath of relief when you open your eyes. You just shake your head, tears falling from your eyes, as you remember what just happened. "Simon go get cloth or towel or something! Josh go get some water!" Kate tells the two of them, taking charge as Deena is too wrapped up in you.

"We're gonna have to cut the leg off." She tells the two of you, causing you both to send her horrified looks. "The jean leg, not your actual leg." You nod and point to the living room where your mother kept fabric scissors. "As soon as I opened the door he started swinging. I managed to say something into the phone but- but- but-" You were starting to freak out again. You knew that someday some bad shit would happen to you just because you lived in Shadyside but you just weren't ready. "Shh, it's okay." Deena says as she tries to soothe you, pushing down all the anger she felt towards Peter. "We're gonna patch you up and take you to the hospital. Once we make sure you're okay, we're gonna yell at Sam so we can find Peter and then I'm gonna kill that motherfucker." She tells you as she holds your head to her chest so you don't have to watch Kate cut off your bloody jeans. She holds you as you cry out when the water hits your stab wound. And all she could think about was how much she was gonna make Peter wish he was never born.

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“ I only had a drink Y/N, like 4 hours ago. I would rather drive you home, get you into bed and stay there to make sure you don’t choke to death then stick you in one of these cars where I can’t even make sure you get to your door.” Y/N tucks her head in Harry’s neck and breathes in heavily. “ Do I smell nice Moppet?” Y/N pulls her head up. | or Y/N owns a magazine and Harry is on the cover of the June issue

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This story contains mentions of assault, sexual assault, drinking, references to sexual acts, and some angst. If any of this could or would trigger you, I recommend you stay away from this fic.

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" Harry over here!" The guy next to Y/N shouts, the man next to him yells something similar, and so on down the line.

" Have you heard of Taylor Swift's new boyfriend? How do you feel about that?" The man to her left screams in her ear, it's like a mosh pit. Y/N has her camera flash off and is just silently snapping pictures, she pulls out her Airpods and shoves them in each ear individually. The last song she listened to on Spotify on the bus right over starts to play, "Woman Wo-Woman" blasting in her ears. Y/N's job doesn't require a story for a picture, they don't sell gossip, they sell celebrity candids.

She notices him trying to get to a black SUV that's parked behind the group of paparazzi, " LET HIM GET TO HIS CAR! LET HIM THROUGH!" She shouts at the top of her lungs and spreads her arms out wide while walking backward to give him room to get to his driver, camera secure around her neck.

" Harry! Are you seeing anybody right now?" Y/N hears over the music in her ears. Her back abruptly hits something solid, Y/N turns her head to see the door to the car. Whipping her head back forward, almost wacking the Harry Styles in the face, she takes one Airpod out.

" I'm sorry, almost hit you, can you back up so I can get out of the way?" He looks behind him and sees he has no room, the paps closing in on them.

" Just get in the front seat, I'll let you out by the road." She nods and does what he says, letting him in the backseat.

" Ma'am get out of the car, I will inform the police if you don't get out right now." The driver states with concern.

" Evans, it's fine. Let her out before you hit the road, she got trapped after letting me through the crowd." The driver- Evans - murmurs something and Harry responds. " I know I should have listened but I just wanted a fucking burger, next time I'll bring security." Y/N- who is looking through the pictures she had taken of him -gets startled by Harry when he shouts rather loudly. " Hey!" She puts both of her Airpods in the case. " You can't say anything to anyone about anything I say, yeah?" She nods her head before looking at him.

" Don't care about your personal business, no offense or anything. I work for Kandid, not Us Weekly or Daily Mail. Just wanted a good cover for this month's issue, would you like to see the pictures?" His eyebrows furrow.

" You work for who?"

" I am the creative director of Kandid, it's a-" she is cut off by the driver.

" Get out, we are at the street."

" We can drop you by your car if you'd like?" Harry suggests, Y/N just shakes her head no.

" I took the bus, I have to walk back."

" I'm not letting you walk home, we are in the middle of the city! Nearest residence is a good 4 or 5 miles! Just tell Evans your address." She wasn't about to pass up a free ride, so she did as he asked " So what's Kandid?"

Y/N rolls her eyes." It's a company I started in 2014 when I was 16 with my Aunt. She got into an accident on her way to put it in my name the day I turned 18, so her part of the company was sold to the same people who own LIFE by her son. I own 57% of it, which means I make final calls, and you being the June cover, was my call. Did you want to see the pictures or not?" He gives a meek "yes" so she shows him.

" Wow, these are really good," he says as if pictures of him weren't usually flattering.

" Thanks, I like the way your face caught the different flashes. I can't stand the paparazzi but they do make good lighting for my shot. Just glad I'm on this side of the camera, if I were you I probably would have knocked somebody's teeth in by now." Harry laughs with his whole chest, " I can email you a link to the magazine when it goes up on Wednesday, or I can DM you if that works better?" He nods and tells her to give him her Twitter handle. "It's officiallY/N L/N no spaces no caps." She gets the notification that he followed her, " The magazine is at Kandids with capital K. '' She gets another notification that he followed the other Twitter account.

" Ma'am we're here," Evans speaks up as he pulls to a stop in front of the apartment building.

" It was good to meet you Y/N," he shakes her hand.

" Good to finally meet you too Harry." With that, she exits the vehicle and types in the code to enter the building, and buzzes herself up.

Harry had been thinking about Y/N non-stop. He went to bed Saturday night and fell asleep to the memory of her voice, woke up Sunday and bought a subscription to her magazine, ate lunch reading interviews she had been in, went for a jog at 3:00 pm listening to her podcast, ate dinner ordering books from her recommendations on GoodReads account.

When Monday morning rolled around he had his assistant find her address before his meeting with his record label about a third album. He brought her up in the meeting and everyone had heard of Kandid but nobody knew it was her, " I'm telling you Jeff" he remembers, " I want her to be on my team, her pictures were fucking amazing!". Jeff- his manager -countered his request with the reminder that he already has a photographer, and the yearly contract was just signed a month and a half ago. Sure, Helen was his number 1 choice for tours, but he had to see Y/N again. He needed to know her,

" Did you get that address?" He asked Monica- his assistant -she had nodded and handed him a piece of printer paper with her information on it. " Perfect! Thank you, Mon!" He gave her a side hug and a slight kiss on the head and told her if he needed anything else he would call.

" Where to Mr.Styles?" Evans- his name is Walter Evans but Harry thought Walter was a rather aged name that didn't apply to his driver who is only in his mid-thirties -had asked as soon as he had jumped into the SUV.

" Does your nan still own that flower shop?" Evans had mentioned it to Harry a few years back after he had just been hired.

" Yeah, why? Is that our destination Harry?" Evans looks in the rearview mirror, making eye contact with Harry who has a shine of excitement in his eye.

" Depends, do they do deliveries?" Evans nods his head, " then yes, that is our destination."

When they arrive in the shop Evans acts like a temporary bodyguard for Harry, before he goes to the front of the shop to talk to his nan, leaving Harry to shop.

“ Sunflowers maybe? Roses would probably be too forward. Maybe I should get her a live plant?" Harry thinks to himself, deciding a live plant is like roses without the pressure of the feeling of him trying to pursue her.

He makes his way over to the live plants' section in the whole-in-the-wall flower shop, he's looking through them but nothing catches his eye. Nothing seems up to par with his memory of Y/N.

" Do you know what kind of flowers they like?" An elderly voice says behind him, he looks and sees Evans' nan, Harry shakes his head no to her question.

" Unfortunately no, only met her once and I want to get her something that will live a while," he looks back at the shelf. " But I don't want to get her a succulent and have her think that I'm not interested." He voiced his discretion to the shop owner.

" Well, the name is Barbra but just call me Barb. Have you thought about an orchid? They are lovely this time of year!" Harry looks back to Barb and listens, " easy house plant, usually not a lot of work, and gosh darn they are just too beautiful." Harry notices her slight southern accent and the passion she has for orchids.

" That sounds like just what I need, can you show me where I should look?" She nods and leads him closer to the register.

" We have Cymbidiums, Bletilla Striatas, Dendrobiums, Phalaenopsis, Cattleyas, Paphiopedilums, Zygopetalums, and my personal favorite, Anthuriums." Harry looks at them all, colors ranging from whites and

purples to candy reds and warning yellows.

" May I ask why Anthuriums are your favorite?" Harry knew he needed all the help he could get.

" I personally think they are the easiest to grow indoors and my husband gave them to me when we first started datin'. Made me feel like a firecracker, the red had me thinking he gave it to me because he thought I was sexy." Barb stares at the plant like she was reliving a memory.

" I'll take it, they come with instructions right?"

"Ms.L/N?"

"Zach if you're here to claim that women are taking your job again you will be out of here no questions asked" Y/N states in a monotone voice, not once looking up from her laptop, going through final changes to the June issue before having them printed and shipped.

" I just think it's a little odd that I am here and Tori, Michel, and Vicky are all off today." Y/N closes her eyes for a second before giving a heavy sigh.

" You're fired, Zach. Collect your things and," she pushes the intercom button that speaks to the assistant who is just outside the door, " Max I'm sending Zach to come collect the unemployment papers." Y/N looks at Zach for the first time since he had entered the room, " Go see Max before you leave or you won't get the 2 weeks unemployment pay. Goodbye Zach, now get out of my office."

Zach leaves her office and she sends the final copy to the printers, " Ms.L/N, your 2'o'clock is here. And I have a voicemail from Emma Watson, she wants to know when you can have dinner with her and her boyfriend" She hears Max through the intercom.

" Send them in Max, I'll call her tonight. Can you schedule a DoorDash from that Korean place by Target?"

" Blossom Tree?"

" Yeah, just whatever you're getting and one of those Banana Milk things, the little barrel."

" Those are too addictive I swear," She can hear Max on a cellphone, ordering their food.

" I know! I-" Y/N is cut off by a knock on her office door, " I'll talk to you after the meeting."

" Y/N?" The door opens to reveal her lawyer.

" Hello Katie, how are our odds turning out?" Y/N is trying to buy back the part of her company that had been sold years ago. Katie had been there since the beginning, they had spent many sleepless nights with Y/N trying to find loopholes and making deals. They had suggested that Y/N put a new deal in and she had been waiting for Katie to get an answer. Today was the day they told Y/N.

" They accepted your deal!" Y/N jumps out of her chair and runs over to Katie in the blink of an eye. " It's getting finalized and it will be 100% yours by Thursday morning!" Y/N feels a tear leak out of her eye and roll down her cheek.

" I can't believe it, Kandid is going to be Kandid by Y/N again, I've been waiting for this for 7 years." Kandid by Y/N was the first official name of the magazine when it was still just in the electronic version- basically, a blog - before her aunt took out a loan to help pay for them to be printed. Y/N had changed the name of the magazine but not the brand, it wasn't changed till her cousin sold it.

" I know!"

" I'm going to have Max set up a launch party for Thursday night, let's celebrate it!" Katie hugs Y/N once again before her watch went off, signaling that she had to leave before she was late for something else.

---

By Wednesday morning Y/N had felt like she was walking on air, she had gotten a copy Tuesday night and signed it, she had Max give it to Harry's assistant. She had also made plans to see Emma for dinner later that day, Y/N doesn't have to be in the office until noon on Wednesdays so at 10 am she is dancing around in her black satin slip making pancakes. [slip]

" Give me that-" her singing of Pentatonix " Can't Sleep Love" is cut off by a knock on her apartment door. Y/N throws on a white fluffy robe and opens the door, a boy- maybe 16 or 17 -with sandy blonde hair and big brown eyes is on the other side.

" Are you Y/N L/N?" Y/N nods her head yes, " this is for you." He hands her a potted plant, while she's looking at it he walks off.

" Wait-" Y/N is confused because she didn't order anything, but he was gone before she could ask. She walks into the kitchen and sets the plant down in the window seal by her dining table, going back to finishing making her pancakes.

While Y/N is eating she notices something, there is a small card- no bigger than the size of her palm -sticking out of the soil. She picks up the card and instructions on how to take care of the plant, along with what kind of plant it is, falls out of the card the rest of it reads,

" Just wanted to give you a gift in honor of my being on the cover of the June issue. If you'd like to have dinner with me sometime, call me:) +1(###)-###-####

- Harry"

She takes a picture of the plant and heads to work after her pancakes are done. After she arrives and gets into her office she checks her socials to check how the issue is doing and promote it. going through her mentions, liking and replying to people who got their issue today. She clicks on one and it's from Harry, it's a picture of the signed copy Y/N had sent him,

" Thank you @officalYNLN for my very own signed copy of the June issue of Kandid:)" [tweet]

Y/N decided she'd make a post of her own, she added the picture she took of the orchid he had sent her,

" @Harry_Styles, thank u for the flower. It is very pretty and I have decided to name it Martha;)" [tweet]

Y/N also decided she was going to call Harry's number,

" Hello?' A raspy voice British voice answers.

" Hi Harry, it's Y/N."

" Oh hello there, did you see m'tweet?"

" Yeah I did, I was calling to invite you to this launch party I'm hosting tomorrow, it's for the rebranding of my company but don't tell anyone yet, it's a surprise."

" I would love to."

" Okay, I'll have Max message your assistant with the details."

Harry hadn't expected so many people to be at this event. He had seen the likes of Kylie Jenner, Timothee Chalamet, Gigi Hadid, even Niall showed up. Klub 42 is where the whole party had been put on, which is crazy considering usually events have to be planned a minimum of 6 months ahead there.

Harry had worn a solid pink suit with a black undershirt[suit]. He started making his way to the bar before he got stopped.

" Harry? Oh god, hi." Tyler had stopped him, Tyler and he had been together on and off for 8 months before he told her he was done being a backup.

" Hello, I'm gonna go get a drink." He tried to walk past her but she stepped in front of him. " Tyler, I'm going to go get a drink, I'll talk to you later."

" No, Harry I miss you and -" someone bumps into Harry's side slinging their arm around him. " Excuse you."

" Hiya Harry, did you just get here?" He turns and sees Y/N, obviously a couple of drinks in already.

" Hello miss CEO," he turns and gives her a big hug, noticing the faint scent of sugar cookies on her. Y/N's an all-purple outfit which included a tube top, a blazer, and suit pants, her feet were covered by a black pair of Air Force 1s[suit]. " Yeah, I just got here."

" You need a drink! Tyler I'm going to take Harry and get a drink, do you want one?" Tyler just scowls and Y/N.

" No thank you." Harry notices how she separates all the words in her sentence in an unamused fashion. Y/N doesn't give her any more time to respond, pulling Harry by the arm she has around his waist.

" You have to try the cocktails, I only hire the best." Harry gives her a look and she recognizes it as confusion, " I own Klub 42." Harry's eyebrows raise in surprise.

" That amazing Moppet! Why didn't I know? I come here all the time."

" That's because Kandid by Y/N technically owns it so it wasn't 100% mine until this morning. MICHEAL!" Y/N shouts to the bartender and he is immediately at her side ready to make her a drink. " 2 Kandid Karmas." She orders for both of them.

" What a Kandid Karma?" Harry asks her as she smashes her back to his chest.

" It's a signature cocktail I created and I might tell you after you take me out on a date." Harry puts his mouth to her ear so she can hear him loud and clear.

" So where I am going to take you on this date?" His 5'o'clock shadow brushing against her neck, warm breath hitting her ear, Y/N knee's just about the buckle.

" Hopefully somewhere we can eat, and have a nice glass of wine or something...fancy?" Y/N says back to Harry.

---

Y/N and Harry have gone from gently swaying to jumping around to slight grinding then back to swaying. Y/N waited for her speech before she had another drink,

" Can I have everyone's attention?" Emma Watson calls their attention through the speakers, " I have known Y/N L/N since the early days of Kandid when she and her aunt Opal physically run into me outside of a Starbucks in Santa Monica," Emma pauses to let people laugh. " I know Opal is no longer with us, but Y/N, she would be so fucking proud of you." A single tear came out of Emma's sockets and halfway down her cheek before she wiped it away. Harry looks at Y/N who is standing to the left of him with her eyes tearing up and a big grin on her face. " I remember the week before her accident she called me," Y/N has a surprised look on her face, " and she said "Emma, I bought a ticket to New York for Y/N's birthday, and I bought one for you to go with her" and we got on the plane and when we landed in NYC, Y/N got a text saying that Opal had gotten into an accident and probably only had a few hours left," by now both of the girls- and half of the crowd- were in tears. " Instead of trying to beat the clock and make it home to her, Opal told her over the phone how loved she felt and how she knew that Y/N was going to honor her every day by carrying on her dream, she also told her that we both needed to get matching tattoos of her name," Emma lets out another half-laugh, " and we did. But Y/N, if she were here today I don't think you understand how amazed she'd be by you, she'd probably be standing here telling everyone about a guy named Tim she used to date, and saying how she knew you came first to her, how you were the daughter that was given to her by her sister or something. So let me be the one to say, I am so lucky to know you, and to be your friend. Thank you Y/N for being with me, especially since I know these past couple of years have been hard. So let's raise a toast to the L/N women who brought us Kandid, one of the only magazines that doesn't give a shit about who you're fucking." The crowd lets out a synchronized toast of " L/N women" before a round of applause gets rounded off before Y/N makes her way up to where Emma was.

" I'd first like to thank every single one of you for coming and to remind everybody that there are cars to drive people home on stand by so please do not drink and drive, but otherwise LET'S GET FUCKED UP!" The crowd goes into a frenzy of cheers and hollers once again.

---

Stumbling Y/N clings to Harry, " are you sure? I can just take one of the cars."Y/N slightly trips while dragging her feet so Harry hoists her up on his back.

" I only had a drink Y/N, like 4 hours ago. I would rather drive you home, get you into bed and stay there to make sure you don't choke to death then stick you in one of these cars where I can't even make sure you get to your door." Y/N tucks her head in Harry's neck and breathes in heavily. " Do I smell nice Moppet?" Y/N pulls her head up.

" Sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she says with a sniffle, something wet hits Harry bare skin on the back of his neck. Harry sits her down in the passenger seat of his white retro Mercedes-Benz convertible. [car]

" Moppet, I don't say it made me uncomfortable, stop your tears for me." Harry brushes the hair out of her face, Y/N avoids any eye contact, embarrassed of her actions. " Look at me please," Harry says with authority in his voice. She looks up at him and he can see her blown-out pupils, tear ducts brimming at full capacity. " I didn't mean to make you feel like I was upset by what you did. Come here." He pulls her to his chest, crouching down to be on Y/N's level while she sits- intoxicated -in the convertible.

" I'm sorry," Y/N takes a large breath to calm down, her words being muffled by his chest. " I'm a sensitive drunk, always have been." Harry chuckles through his nose giving no noise to it.

" That's perfectly okay, I'm a clingy one. Now let us go through a drive-thru and get you home." She nods her head yes, snuggling into Harry's chest as a side effect.

Y/N wakes up Friday morning snuggled up onto Harry's chest, only having a foggy version of memory in her mind of the night before. Her head was pounding and her body felt achy, but the issue she was going to fix right now was her grumbling stomach. [kitchen]

Deciding she was going to make spinach omelets[recipe], she grabs the needed ingredients from her fridge. Sound quietly comes out of her phone shuffling her "Liked Songs'' playlist on Spotify. Dancing around her kitchen, turning on the coffee pot, lyrics of love, lust, and loss being the sound of her montage.

Standing in front of her stove waiting to flip the first omelet, rolling her neck in a counter-clockwise motion trying to get the tightness out of her muscles. A pair of hands wrap around her midriff- on the outside of her arms -before they slowly start going up her outer arm then landing on her shoulders, massaging the kinks out of her upper torso. Y/N lets out a sigh of contentment before greeting him.

" Good morning Harry." His thumbs giving pressure and his lips leaving a light kiss on the back of her neck.

" Good afternoon Moppet." He giggles at himself for correcting her, " whatcha making?" Y/N rolls her head to look down enjoying the free shoulder rub, Harry's hands never letting up.

" Spinach omelette, there's coffee by the fridge if you're interested." Harry leans and kisses her neck again, close to the one he had given her a second ago.

" Of course I'm interested." Letting go, walking to the coffee pot seeing a mug sitting on the counter for him. Y/N looks over her shoulder at him.

" The creamer is in the fridge, or whole milk if you rather that." She focuses back on the omelet, flipping it in the pan for a few seconds before putting it on the ceramic plate. " This one's done," grabbing a fork before making a little heart with ketchup on the other side of the plate. " Here you go." She sets it on the island along with the ketchup bottle. End of the Day started playing through her phone.

" Is that me?" He points to her phone. She rushes to skip the song.

" No," the next song that starts to play is Sunflower, Vol.6 and he grabs the phone from her, turning it up so it is easily heard.

" Yes, it is! Didn't know you liked my music."

" Didn't think you'd be comfortable if you knew I did."

" Are you kidding? This is the best part about you! You have good music taste, it's essential Moppet." He skips his song and This Town starts. " Dance with me." She glares at him, " please?"

Giving in to him she grabs his hand, he guides it to wrap around his shoulder taking the other one in his hand. Swaying back and forth, Y/N hums along to the words, her senses being completely filled with him.

She smells Harry.

She hears Harry's soft breath.

She can feel his thumb caress her hip.

“ So not just my music then?” Y/N shakes her head.

“ Big One Direction fan in high school.”

Her head slides to his shoulder looking down so she can see his sock-covered feet.

The song ends and she goes to let go but a loud alarm goes off. Y/N turns to look at the pan seeing it engulfed in smoke.

" Fuck, the omelette!"

---

After two weeks of staying at each other's houses, Harry dropping her off at work every other day, stealing soft touches and passion-filled kisses, another Monday stops their shenanigans. Mondays are picture days, where she walks around Los Angeles taking pictures of the magazine. Yeah, she could pay someone to do it- she pays a photographer in a couple other big cities -but she likes the hands-on work she has to put into it.

" Are you sure you can't come over today?" Harry's thick British accent comes through her phone.

" I'm sorry but I have to work and I won't be done till really late, like 4 am, kind of late."

" Why don't I just pick you up when you're done?" Harry tries to counter.

" Because I don't have to be in till noon, and you have a meeting at 7 and are in the studio tomorrow."

" Fine. How about we go for dinner? Thursday? I know you don't work on Fridays and I don't have anything till 2 that day." Y/N can hear the smile in his voice.

" Harry Edward Styles, are you asking me on a date?" Dodging people on the sidewalk she continues, " and you're preemptively thinking you're going to get lucky? Shame on you."

" Not what you were saying last night Y/N 'grinding on my thigh' L/N. So is that a yes?"

" Yes Harry, I'll see you Thursday."

" Evans, can you take me to your nan's shop again?" Evans makes eye contact with Harry through the rearview mirror, smirking.

" Does this have to do with a certain photographer? Maybe with your reservations to La Mia Roma?"

" How did you know about that?"

" Harry, I work for you, I'm on your schedule." He laughs a little before making a right.

" I forget sometimes, but yes. I'm taking Y/N to dinner tonight."

" I like her, much better than Tyler if I do say so. She seemed a little self-centered. Always acted like she signed my checks." Evans looks at him again to see Harry's face, checking if he's overstepping.

" Next time you have one of these opinions, tell me. Could have saved me loads of time." Harry is only slightly joking.

Walking into the shop, Barb immediately recognizes Harry and calls out to him, " Harry!" He starts making his way towards her.

" Hello Barb," she pulls him into a hug. " The girl I got the orchid for ended up being a keeper!"

" I'm so glad to hear this Honey! Now I know you said last time roses were "too forward" but are they the right move today?" Harry's toothy grin comes out.

" I think a nice white bouquet of roses would be perfect for the occasion." Harry knows exactly what he wants.

" He's taking her to La Mia Roma." Evan states across the store to his grandmother.

" The Italian place by Venice? That place is quite fancy," Barb picks up a dozen white roses that are held together by a piece of twine. " So here's what I'm thinking, we add some baby's breath and a couple lilies."

" I think you are the expert and therefore have the best plans." She smiles at Harry and gets it started, " can we put it in a vase so she doesn't have to get one?"

" Of course dear, she must be pretty special for a vase."

" Y/N is one of a kind Barb, wouldn't want it any other way." Harry's eyes gloss over in admiration for Y/N.

" Walter your boss is a lovesick puppy, keep him on a tight leash for me will yuh?"

" Of course Gran," Evans smirks at Harry.

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" Emma, I need your help! Please," Y/N drug out the last word for dramatic effect.

" Y/N, just wear something from your closet. I'm sure he'll love anything you own."

" Emma I can't! He's taking me to La Mia Roma! And nothing I own will make their dress code. I don't want to be the reason they won't sit us." She can hear Emma laugh through the phone.

" Okay okay! Fine, I'll meet you at Clara's in 30?" Emma still has a teasing and amused tone to her voice.

" Thank you!"

When they walk in, an associate is at their side in the blink of an eye, " Hello I'm Abby, can I offer either of you something to drink?" Emma asks for a couple bottles of water.

" Okay I have a call at 2:30 with the New York branch," Y/N checks the time, " it's just past 10 now so we should be fine," as her sentence stops Abby makes her way back to them.

" So what are we looking for? Fancy dinner? Business gala?" Abby's eyes light up, " red carpet?" she murmurs. Emma looks at Y/N with a " she knows who we are" look and rolls her eyes.

" A dinner, she has a dinner and there is a dress code." Emma nods her head to Y/N as she speaks. Abby turns to Y/N,

" So what are we thinking, form-fitting? Ball Gown?"

" I have terrible taste so my friend here is going to help, thank you though." Emma had already walked off and started looking, " can you open a fitting room for us though? Preferably somewhere private?"

" Yes, I'll open fitting room 3, there is a fee for it being a private room, is that okay?" Emma calls out Y/N's name, she looks at Emma then back to the associate.

" Yes, that's perfectly fine." Y/N starts making her way around the room with Emma, sending dress after dress to the fitting room.

By the time noon comes around Y/N had gone through statins with knee-length velvet to quilted cotton. She walks out from behind the fitting screen to show Emma the last one. [dress]

It was a simple dress with a slit on either side, the color was somewhere between a pale pink and champagne. It had a rounded neckline and skinny straps that crossed behind her back. The dress wasn't tight but it looked like it was, giving Y/N a form-fitted look.

" Oh Y/N, that's it. This one is my favorite." Emma had decided she wanted some champagne to loosen up with watching Y/N try on different dresses, she is currently finishing her 3rd glass.

" Okay, I'll go with this one, let's go get lunch." Emma nods and walks with Y/N after she changed.

Y/N decided to put her hair into a tight low bun, leaving a few hairs to frame her face. When she had finished putting on the finishing touches to her look she heard a knock on her front and the sound of it opening.

"It's just me Moppet, are you ready?" Y/N grabs a small handbag to carry her phone, some cash, her card, and a chapstick. Walking out she sees Harry looking away from her direction, putting a vase of white assorted flowers.

" Oh, Bubba! they're so beautiful!" Harry's head turns to look at her, walking towards him. " How did you know lilies were my favorite?"

" What did you just call me?" Y/N's head snaps forward to look at him, his shit-eating grin making her face feel warm. Her eyes trace over the features of his white floral suit, stopping at his chin and admiring the stubble. " Enjoying the view?" [suit]

" I'm sorry! Bubba just came out, sorry." Turning away and walking to the fridge like she was just grabbing something not avoiding him. " Would you like something to drink before we leave?" Harry walks up behind her so she is trapped with no way out.

" Moppet, would you look at me?" Harry's voice is very delicate, hoping a softer voice will make her feel safer in her embarrassment. Y/N shakes her head no look at her feet instead, still bare because her shoes were waiting by the door. Tilting his head to give her almost bare shoulder a press of his lips. " Y/N, can you face me at least?" She spins to be pointed in his direction.

" I'm sorry-" Harry stops her,

" Moppet, listen to me, there is not a single reason you should be embarrassed!" His voice stays gentle, " I like it, I was just excited to get a nickname or I guess a pet name from you. Never had one that wasn't "Babe", or "Baby"."

She picks her head up, " I like it too. Bubba suits you pretty well." He leans down and lovingly pecks her lips.

" Now come on! We have dinner plans, Miss Moppet!"

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" Thank you, Evans!" Y/N makes sure to give her pleasantries to Harry's driver.

" It's no problem Ms.L/N." Evans smiles at her through the rearview mirror, Harry opens her door to help her out of the car and onto the parking lot pavement.

" Oh, please just call me Y/N, I have people calling me Ms.L/N all day, and when I get to see you it's because I'm off the clock stress-free." Evans smiles at her again, I'm also not the one signing your check so I don't think there should be a lot of formalities." Harry calls her name.

" Y/N stop harassing Evans, he needs to go get dinner for himself before he picks us up." Harry's tone is amused and has a couple of light-hearted giggles in it.

" It's no problem Y/N, have a good dinner. I'll see you when you're done." Harry could have sworn that the smile that she gave Evans was the biggest one he had ever seen on her. Y/N grabs Harry's hand as he helps her out of the black SUV.

Walking up to the hottest Harry gives them his name and they begin to lead them into a corner of the high-end restaurant. The hottest hands them their menus when they are sat under a diamond-shaped chandelier. " Your waiter is going to be Alex and they will be out in a second to collect your drink order." The hostess leaves them to look over the menu.

" Bubba?" He looks up at Y/N with a goofy grin, " I don't know Italian." Her voice is a little shaky, worried that this had ruined the night.

" That's no problem Moppet, they have English menus, or..." He lays his menu flat open on the table so she can see it. " I can read it to you?"

" Can you- Do you know Italian?" He nods yes, " Yes read it to me, what are their non-alcoholic drinks? I don't want to be too drunk and forget tonight."

The meal goes great, Y/N thinks that she might end up having to learn Italian if she is to continue seeing Harry. They decide to share a serving of strawberry gelato, a tipsy feeling floating through the pair. And tipsy leads to flirty teasing.

" Moppet stop licking your spoon like that, please." She looks at Harry as if she had no clue what he was talking about.

" Bubba, I'm just enjoying sharing this fancy Italian ice cream with you." A few windows were open for ventilation, a light breeze blew past, " the breeze is nice, can feel it.." Y/N leans in a little and speaks to be barely heard. " In sensitive places." Harry furrows his brows.

" Y/N what are you talking about?" His face is flushed at what she is implying.

" I put them in my handbag when I went to the bathroom earlier." Her statement makes Harry's heart stop then kick into first gear at 100mph. She isn't wearing any underwear. Using the table cloth that was only half an inch off the table, she kicks off one of her shoes and drags it up the length of his leg slowly. " Harry? Are you doing okay?" Pushing another helping of the frozen treat into her mouth, over-sexualizing the act with her tongue afterward.

" I'm going to text Evans that we are ready." His urgency makes her giggle, pushing her foot up to touch his growing length. Before she can apply any more pressure to him, he grabs her foot and pushes his thumb into it, rolling it in a circle it imitates a misuse. " Behave Y/N, you won't like me if you can't finish."

Heat traveling all over her body. Taking her foot from Harry and putting it back into her shoe, " Is there anything else I can get you? Are you ready for the check?" Their waiter asked while stopping, seeing their cup of gelato empty.

" The check would be nice," pulling it from their half apron and handing it to Harry. Y/N goes to pull out her wallet but the black pleather folder was already on its way over to the counter.

" Harry! I was going to pay, at least for myself." Her lips pout out towards him subtly.

" Stop pouting Y/N, I asked you out, I'm going to pay." Y/N just rolls her eyes, pulling $100 from her wallet before putting it back into her clutch.

" Well then, I'm leaving a tip." The waiter comes back with Harry's card and leaves.

" Let's go then, Evans is here." Harry stands as Y/N is pushing her chair out, walking around the table he grabs her hand and pulls her up then takes her bag to carry it for her. walking towards the door their touches were no longer soft and small, rather now were quite obvious and big. Y/N's hand was around Harry's back, sliding down to grab his ass, he grabs the hand as soon as he feels it and intertwines their figures.

Stepping outside flashes cover them, people scream at Y/N, asking if she is using Harry for his status, yelling at Harry for being a womanizer.

" This your new flavor of the week Harry?"

" Y/N does Harry know you are using him to promote your brand?"

" Y/N how does it feel to be a slut for a man who can commit?"

They close around them, they get into a single file line to get through the crowd, Harry in front of her pulling her in any direction he sees open. A guy with a rather expensive camera grabs her arm pulling her away from Harry and to the ground.

Y/N pulls the skirt of her dress to cover any private bits that might have the chance to be seen. The same guy who pulled her to the ground begins to pull at the thin strap of her dress, attempting to pull it off of her. In a last chance to help herself, she grabs his camera and throws it to the ground. Looking up she sees Harry's fist collide with the pap's nose, the noise now feeling closer her mind gets thrown into a frenzy of panic. Breathing becomes hard and her eyes are closed, Harry sees the look of worry on her face and picks her up. His arm goes under her and helps her wrap her legs around him.

" You!" He points to the guy standing next to the one who had assaulted his Moppet. Harry watched as the guy had tried to get him off of Y/N before Harry had thrown a hit. " Call the police and stay right here with him so he can't leave." The guy nods his head at Harry.

Walking over to the car Evans gets out with a jacket- that looked like it was made for the snow - and wrapped it around Y/N, the liftgate already open and Harry sets her down, her legs hanging off the bumper. " It's okay Moppet, the police are on their way."

" Harry he tri-" her sentence abruptly stops with a sob leaving her mouth. Harry wraps his arms around her in hope that it will soothe some of the fear that was still coursing through her veins.

" I know Moppet," he cards his fingers through her hair. " You're okay now, I'm right here. When the cops get here we are both going to have to speak to them okay?" She nods her head and whimpers into his chest.

" Bubba." Harry knew what she meant, just by the call of his name.

" Everything is going to be alright."

---

After their statements had been given they were free to go, getting in the car Evans turned on the radio so Y/N had something to listen to other than her own thoughts.

" Thank you, Harry."

" There isn't a reason to thank me, I'm your boyfriend. I just did what I thought was best for you." Her head shoots up from the spot where it had been laying on his chest. " What?"

" You really mean that?"

" Of course I do, I will always do what I think is best-" Y/N restated what she meant.

" No, I mean about being my boyfriend." Harry leans down kissing her lips, then her nose.

" Yes Moppet, you are going to be mine forever, can't get rid of me now." She smiles, kissing him again.

" Sorry I ruined sex tonight, but I don't want the first time we do it to be after something like that," she says referencing what she had just gone through.

" Stop apologizing, wasn't your fault. Didn't want to after we got mobbed anyway." He kisses her forehead. " Just glad you're okay."

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Nora made some new friends-

This is a stupid idea and I'm not sorry~! Just a little thing to celebrate me playing a certain game, and the commission I got because of it~!

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"I really hope Nora's okay.." Was all Ruby muttered as she pushed around the food on her plate with a fork, the cafeteria table suddenly growing quiet as the combined teams of JNPR and RWBY stopped their conversations at the abrupt reminder they were missing a rather loud and boisterous part of their friend group..

"H-Hey! I'm sure Nora's doing fine," Yang cut in, the hesitation and worry in her voice clearly betraying the strong look she tried to show to her little sister. "You know Nora, she'd smash anything in her way to pieces and then sing about it! R-Right Pyrrha?"

Pyrrha was looking off to the ground with worry spread across her beautiful features when she was suddenly thrust into the spotlight by the busty blonde brawler.

"O-Oh, y-yes! I'm sure Nora is doing just fine! You know what the professors said, she's probably somewhere in in Menagerie or something!"

As much as Pyrrha wanted to believe that herself, the truth of the matter was that Nora could be literally anywhere.. There was an accident, brought on by Atlas technology and an unheard of semblance.. A semblance Atlas tried to control and failed spectacularly.. A hole ripped into space and time, and who better to be sucked in then their lovable little Valkyrie?

That was.. Months ago now.. Headmaster Ozpin was.. Furious didn't begin to describe what he felt for the General of Atlas, and then, the search began, a mad scramble of every Huntsmen within the 4 kingdoms to help find their little redheaded friend..

Ruby's uncle was, inconsolable, throwing himself out into the field endlessly.. And while the others were slightly confused yet thankful he felt so "responsible", Pyrrha knew exactly why he seemed to never stop trying to find Nora..

"We should be out there looking for her." Was all Pyrrha heard from her usually calm, but more recently livid teammate. Ren had been just a desperate to find Nora as them, but months of fruitless searching meant they had to come back to Beacon and hope someone out there found her instead.

"I know." Was all she heard Jaune whisper.. He'd kept his hopes up from day one that they'd find her soon, but as days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, even her leader's usually sunny disposition was starting to waver a bit.

"Winter has assured me that they have every single soldier in Atlas looking for her," Weiss didn't sound the least bit relieved as the words escaped her mouth, looking more angry then anything else. With herself? With Atlas? Pyrrha wasn't sure.. "We'll find her, and then I'll give her a piece of my mind for disappearing for so long."

Pyrrha wished that got a chuckle from them, but it seemed they were far passed joking about when they found Nora, and were starting to worry if they'd find her..

"...We will find her."

Each set of eyes at the table looked over towards the small, silver eyed Huntress as she looked up back at them with unwavering conviction, as if she knew the future was certain and refused to hear otherwise.

"We will find Nora, she's going to be okay, and we'll bring her back here safe." Ruby stood up from her seat and looked like the leader she was supposed to be, her resolve flowing through Pyrrha as it dawned on her that she herself was giving up, giving up on finding Nora.. The thought hurt, she couldn't believe she'd actually been thinking that. And from the looks of everyone else they felt the same.

"Tomorrow we'll meet with Headmaster Ozpin and tell him that we can't stop until we find Nora. We'll tell him that we're going to look for her whether he wants us to or not! And then, we're going to find-!"

CRASH!

Screams of fleeing students students suddenly echoed throughout the giant cafeteria hall as tables and chairs were suddenly thrown across the room violently, the loud roar of a car engine following close behind as it drove through the cafeteria at max speeds. Windows shattered as chairs and tables flew through them from the force of the car ripping through them, and just as suddenly as the bus(?) appeared, it skid to a halt by turning hard, leaving tire marks across the hard floors before the engine abruptly went quiet.

Students stared in aww and shock as the bus just sat there, some muffled talking coming from inside before the drivers side door suddenly slid open, and one, crimson gloved hand reached out of the bus to grab hold of the edge of the door, the occupant pulling themselves free of the car and out into the open.

Confusion gripped the hearts of every single person watching the darkly dressed mystery person, their clothes all black, over the top, from the crimson red gloves to the long black coat, and all the way up to the white mask covering the person's face.

"Did we make it?" Came the boyish, young voice from inside of the bus as the rest of the doors slid open, revealing more then just their masked driver.

"Is everyone okay?" Came the much deeper voice of a young man.

"Whoa! These readings are off the charts!! There's so much energy in this room you could light it with a match!! Imagine all the experience!!"

"Perhaps we should try and figure out what we're dealing with before we try and pick a fight?" A woman in a skin tight body suit stepped out of the bus and stood behind the white masked figure, dusting herself off a bit before stepping closer behind them. "What do you think? Did we make it?"

One crimson gloved hand slowly raised up to the mask on it's owner's face before gently pulling it off, revealing bright blue eyes filled with joy underneath a head of short, bouncy orange hair, and suddenly, Nora's face broke out into the biggest smile she could give, opening her arms out wide and yelling out in joy~!

"I'm hooooooommee~!!!"

""""NORA?!?!?""""

Boy do I have some lewd ideas for this~! Dunno when or if I'll do them, but Nora's made some new friends~!