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gohyuck · 4 years ago

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concept: vietnam veteran!jeno lee x bartender!reader

warning: if i ever write this you can bet it will be pretty critical of the war, and will likely include mentions of ptsd, alcoholism, maybe smut? but maybe not, etc.

note: jeno being korean is definitely capitalized upon here for story-related reasons, but this does not mean anything about the reader’s race or ethnicity or anything. if i end up writing this fic it’ll take a ton of research, too (source: i read like 5 articles alone for this short blurb, from korean immigration to the u.s. to popular vodka in the 70s)

the year is 1973. it is january 27th, 1973, and you’re in southern texas bartending when president nixon announces that he has signed the paris peace accords. the u.s. is pretty much officially out of the war. you throw a washcloth over your shoulder and put away newly scrubbed out shot-glasses as the elated disk jockey stumbles over his words while speaking. he’s old. there are few young men on the radio. there are few young men anywhere. the boys are coming home, the aged voice crackles over the radio.

the shot glass in your hand slips, centimeters away from the shelf. it shatters. you’ll have to get the dustpan. there’s a new gash across your big toe, bleeding bright red. you need to start wearing tennis shoes on the job. you reach over and turn off the radio. the boys never should have had to leave.

that night, you serve more cheering, excited, hopeful people than you have served in a long, long time. shouts of ‘more’, cries of ‘he’s coming back, he’s coming home!’ permeate the air around you. it’s nauseating. it’s so nauseating. you spend the next morning mopping up other people’s puke from the establishment corners. you spend the next night bent over the toilet in your cramped apartment yourself.

the year is 1975. it is april 23rd, 1975, and you’re still in southern texas bartending, mostly because you have no way to leave the state. if you have to be in texas, it’ll always be austin. besides, you’ve gotten used to the steady stream of regulars that pass through, with the occasional new face that never returns. tourists. you love and hate them. some have stories to tell, and those are the good ones. some expect stories from you, and you can’t stand people like that. it’s no matter, though, not on april 23rd, 1975. you don’t meet any tourists then.

you meet him. and he’s peculiar, right off the bat.

you know he isn’t new in town - that much is obvious - but he isn’t quite used to what austin is becoming, either. a vet. has to be. you’ve served vets before, of course you have, but something about this one...

he’s so damn young. can’t be over a few years older than you are, if that. you shouldn’t be surprised, of course you shouldn’t: you’d done your fair share of protesting back in ‘68, tagging alongside your older cousins as they’d marched, screaming at the top of their lungs about being old enough to die but not old enough to vote. you must have been in middle school, then. they sent the boys off to die anyways.

he comes in midday, right after the lunch break locals have left. the place is almost empty, and your feet are absolutely aching from the recent rush, but he looks just a little lost (and you’d be one hell of a liar if you don’t admit that you quite like the way he looks) and, before you know it, you’re calling him over from the front door.

“sit up here at the bar, sir,” you give him the best customer service smile you can muster. “it’s the best way to experience good old southern hospitality.”

he says nothing, only lets his eyes bore into yours. after a moment too long, he nods slowly, shucking his light jacket off and leaving it on the coat rack at the entrance. his black hair is getting just a little long, covering his eyes almost entirely, and you realize that he probably hasn’t had a haircut in a while. his steps to the bar are slow, deliberate, but you don’t mind waiting for him.

“just vodka,” he says, voice soft and lilting and very, very slightly accented. it’s low, deep and likely once full of life, but he’s reserved now. subdued. it might be because of the fact that, by now, it’s only the two of you left in the joint. “two shots.”

“a name? for the tab or for payment.” you ask, though you really don’t need to. not now, anyways. he’s just gotten here. still, you don’t know how drunk he’s going to get, so maybe it’s best that you ask now, and not later. you ignore the fact that you’re only asking simply because you want to know.

“jeno lee.” his response is curt, emotionless. his dark eyes meet yours again. he’s korean, and you have to admit that you don’t meet very many korean people in your part of the world. the immigration act had only been enacted back in ‘65, and, even then, most people traveling in ended up in california or new york. not texas. never texas. explains the accent, too. not a hint of texan in it.

you grab two shot glasses from behind you with one hand, procuring a bottle of wolfschmidt in the other. mr. jeno lee offers you the tiniest hint of a smile once you’re done pouring, and that’s that. before you can ask him anything else - though you don’t know if he even wants you to do so - a regular walks in through the door, and you busy yourself with finding the whiskey she likes.

once you’ve served her, you turn around to ask your intriguing new customer if he’d like anything else, water perhaps, only to find two empty glasses and a few crumpled up dollar bills on the counter. there’s a nickel in the otherwise empty tip jar. there are no other traces of the quiet, handsome stranger, and you can’t help but feel as if you’ll never see him again. you aren’t quite sure why the thought fills you with an unexplainable sadness.

it’s no matter. you push it aside. you don’t know him, and he doesn’t know you. hell, he doesn’t even know your name. by the time the after dinner rush hits and all the men come in from the nearby strip clubs, you’re already over jeno lee and the great big nothing you know of him. you wipe down the counters, mop and dust the floors as needed, clean the glasses, greet the bartender who has the shift after yours, and finally get off your goddamn feet once you get home. you don’t think of him once. out of sight, out of mind.

that’s why it’s so much more shocking when he comes in at the exact same time on april 24th, 1975, and orders the exact same thing.

explaining the concepts tag: these are ideas i’ve had that i’m considering turning into fics! i post them under concepts to get y’alls opinions. let me know if you want to see this as a fic someday!

#first #five #tags #might not #work #jeno #jeno lee #jeno x reader #conceps #jeno scenario #jeno scenarios #jeno angst #jeno fluff #jeno smut #nct dream #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #nct dream smut #thats all folks ig

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pls-let-me-out · 4 years ago

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Invisible string

Chapter 1, 17th and 18th of December

Spending Christmas’ Eve with a complete stranger wasn’t in Will’s to-do list, but sometimes fate really doesn’t care about one’s opinion, and strange shit happens. That’s what happened to Will, he was just chilling, with text-books spread all over the place, hoping anyone would just come and save him, when the doorbell rang. Not fifteen minutes later, Will was moving across the globe to meet his soulmate.

Will had spent most of his day with Princess Hazel. She had talked him through the procedures, telling him what he’d need to do when the Prince came home.

‘I’m sure he’ll be happy to finally meet you,’ she had said more than once. ‘He’s reserved, really reserved. Don’t let his demeanor fool you, though. He’s a sweetheart.’

She had given him such a sweet, little smile, that Will couldn’t do anything but believe her. It hurt him just to think about meeting his soulmate, but what could he do? He had no chance of leaving.

Then he met Prince Niccolò. It wasn’t love at first sight, not with the way Will’s heart crumbled.

Will had been stuffed into a navy suit, and a long grey French coat, worth more than his apartment’s lease. He was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, when Queen Persephone sent a glance his way, and he finally stopped, blushing a deep red. The bells rang and a sleek, black car pulled in the driveway of the palace.

It stopped before the fountain. Will’s heart was thumping in his chest, so fast and hard it was a mystery how no one else heard. It was the 17th of December, but the sun was too hot on his skin.

A body-guard pulled the door of the car open, and the Prince stepped out. He was wearing a black military uniform, the only touch of color were the embroidery buttons of the jacket, one of which the Prince was just pulling close, and the medals hanging on his chest.

Their eyes met. From the very first second, Will knew he couldn’t walk away. The mark on his shoulder burnt as though on fire, but not nearly as hot as the tears on his eyes.

The Prince had stilled, too, completely taking in Will’s appearance.

Somewhere, the bells rang again, and cameras went off.

It was a long ride to the airport, but this time Will wasn’t alone. It was four in the morning, the air was cold, and the silence heavy. They were heading to the Royal Family’s chalet in the Alps between France and Italy, Will hadn’t understood the name of the place. He was half-asleep when they told him, anyway. He wasn’t even sophisticated enough to have ever heard of it, to be honest.

In the reflection of the car window, Will saw that the Prince was giving him his back. He was wearing a suit, still completely black, and an obsidian ring shone on his middle-finger. He was already in the car by the time Will reached the parking lot.

Will wanted to talk, but he didn’t have anything to say. He closed his eyes, and faked sleeping. He actually dozed off at some point, and was awoken by the Prince shaking his shoulder. He wore a black face mask, that only left his forehead and eyes uncovered. Will couldn’t see whether his eyes were black or brown, nor differentiate between the pupils and the irises. His heart jumped up in his throat.

“We’re at the airport,” the Prince said, before hopping down the car.

He had left a blue face mask behind, and Will wondered whether it was for him for half a minute, before deciding he would just take it. It was soft under his fingers, and smelled of oranges.

He and the Prince had only taken a few items with them, the Queen had said many times that their belonging would arrive later in the evening.

They sat beside each other during the short airplane ride, little more than an hour and a half in the air. The Prince was tense in every place they touched each other. Thigh, arm, and shoulder. Maybe he was always like that, he often seemed like a statue.

“We haven’t been properly introduced to each other,” Will said, finally raising his eyes from the ground. His voice was steady, despite the thumping of his heart. “I’m Will.”

“Niccolò,” the Prince replied. “You’re American, right?”

“Yeah. Someone told you?”

“Your accent.”

Will nodded. He didn’t find anything to say for a long moment. “Texas.” He cleared his throat. “That’s my accent.”

“I’ve never been there,” the Prince said. He yawned discretely. God, he probably thought that Will was some sort of uncultured peasant. “I heard it’s horrible, though.” Will blinked at him, and the Prince blushed a deep red. “No offense.”

“None taken. It’s not –it’s not horrible if you’re a white supremacist, though.”

“Are you?”

“Absolutely no. That’s why I moved to New York.”

The corner of the Prince’s lips twitched. “There I’ve been.”

“I go to school there.”

“You go to college?”

Will nodded. “You just ended your military service, right?”

The Prince’s face turned dark, as though a shadow had fallen upon it. Nodding, he looked out of the window, clearly putting an end to the conversation. Will tried not to let it get to him. It wasn’t like he wanted to be there, anyway.

“It’s a mansion,” Will said as soon as he could see the ‘chalet’. “Like, it’s bigger than the mountain peak.”

Prince Niccolò gave him a blank stare. “No, it’s not. This is not even the mountain peak. Have you seen the mountain peak?”

Will bit his tongue. I need to shut up, I need to shut up, I need to-

Then the Prince clicked his tongue, the sound made the blood in Will’s vein rush in anger. “Did–”

Will didn’t let him finish. “You said it was on a mountain, and this is not a mountain! This –this is a village. We are in a village, not a mountain. A village at the foot of the mountain, but still a village. Seriously, did you take me here to kill me? Is that why you wouldn’t even tell me where we were going?”

The Prince blinked slowly, completely unmoved by Will’s rant. Will, who was flushed and panting, as though he had had to run there, instead of having taken the car alongside the Prince.

“Was that sarcasm?” the Prince asked. “Is that your humor?”

“No, that’s–was that sarcasm?”

If that was someone else’s life, Will would have laughed. With tears in his eyes, and cramps in his stomach, because holy shit, that is not something that’s supposed to happen. Who would ever be kidnapped one week before Christmas, to go live with his so-called soulmate, who is the Prince of a small island between Italy and Greece, then dragged to a fucking chalet?

“No, that was me replying to you.” The Prince’s lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. “Were you sarcastic when you asked me if I was being sarcastic?”

“Are you being –no wait. You are mocking me!”

The Prince turned to the side. “I would never do that. You are such a put together person, it would be hard to find reasons to mock you.”

Even without seeing his face, Will knew the Prince was smiling. He wondered what his face looked like when he did, whether his nose scrunched up. It wasn’t a strange thought, really, he had just noticed that the tip of his nose moved a lot when he talked, it was only realistic that the whole thing would also–

No. That was a mistake. Will couldn’t do that. Thinking about the Prince’s nose would make him human, and Will couldn’t do that. No sir.

So, Will said the only thing he could think of.

“I want pizza for dinner.” Then the Prince gave him a bewildered expression. “Thank you.”

“It’s not even midday!” The Prince was saying, but Will had already reached the door.

He realized a bit too late that he didn’t have the keys. It was embarrassing to say the least, but he just stood there and made no move to turn back.

The Prince’s voice turned lower when he spoke in Italian, Will heard it when he was NOT eavesdropping standing just outside the living room on the first floor, but just minding his business. By not hiding. And he was always silent, thank you very much. He hadn’t been careful not to step too loudly, nor knock into anything. He never did.

Since Will couldn’t understand Italian, he just waited until the Prince didn’t talk for a couple of minutes before dropping in the room.

“Where you watching me,” the Prince asked, although it sounded more like an answer than a question. He was sitting on the floor, just in front of the fireplace,

Will’s skin heated up, as he crossed his arms. “No, absolutely not.”

“I saw you.”

“There was nothing to see.”

“You were standing there, not moving, with your ear against the door.”

Will’s silence lasted a bit too long. “You must have confused the coat hanger with me.”

“The only coat hanger is attached to the wall next to the door, on the other side of the floor.”

Will clasped his hands. “So you agree with me that this house is massive!”

“You were–”

“You seem to know a lot about me. Were you spying on me?”

The Prince stuttered. Will almost pitied him for a second. He had lived with his siblings for years, there was no way he’d lose an argument. From what little he’d heard about the Prince from Hazel, he guessed they didn’t fight nor bicker often. He had no practice in front of Will. For once in his life, he was glad for his sister Kayla’s habit of being nosy as fuck, which had given them countless occasions to fight.

“Your pizza will be here at twelve,” the Prince ended up saying, after some grumbling in Italian. Or Greek. Will didn’t know much of either, but it was probably Italian.

“Why? Won’t you be eating it too?”

“Italian pizza is different from American pizza. You, like, share one with multiple people, right? Italian pizza isn’t supposed to be eaten in slices. You eat a whole one.”

“Like, you don’t cut it? You fold it in half and stuff it in your mouth? I’m seriously confused.”

“Of course you cut it!”

Will shook his head. It wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. “When will yours arrive, then?”

“At twelve.”

“You –you seriously need to work on your communication skills, man.”

Once again, the Prince’s unblinking stare settled on Will. “Right.” He cleared his throat, the air around them shifted to awkward.

Will supposed it wasn’t surprising, they were strangers with a house all to themselves, after all. He dropped on the floor in front of the Prince, so close to the fire his skin heated up immediately. He drummed his fingers on the hardwood floor, the sound echoed in the silence.

“So, are you like giving me a tour?” he asked.

The Prince tilted his head to the side. “Couldn’t you just look up the city on Google Maps?”

“I meant of the house. I mean, if you’re as put together as you don’t look, I guess you have it–”

“I look very much put-together.”

“You are sitting on a floor, when there are multiples sofas, you look at me like a deer caught in the headlights whenever I talk, and your nose scrunches up when your lips move downwards.” The Prince opened his mouth, and Will silenced him with a wave of his index finger. “Don’t fight me on this, it’s happening right now.”

The Prince’s silence prolonged for a moment, before he brought his fingers to his nose, smoothing it out. Will felt a strange kind of pleasure with the knowledge that the Prince was blushing.

“Wait, what were you doing before coming in here then? I thought you were exploring.”

“I don’t normally snoop around people’s houses. Or chalets. Or mansions.”

The Prince looked at him from under a thick layer of lashes. “Castles?”

Will shrugged, a grin pulled at his lips. “When the occasion arises.”

For a moment, it looked like the Prince may laugh. He didn’t, and Will tried to keep the disappointment hidden. He shouldn’t even be disappointed, damn.

“So, where is my tour?” Will continued.

“I haven’t been here in ages. I’m not even sure I remember where things are supposed to be.”

“Good then!” Will clasped his hands, a smile erupted on his face, as the Prince flinched. “We’re exploring!”

“But–”

“I can snoop around if the owner of the house is with me.”

“Your logic baffles me.”

Will rose to his feet, so fast his head started spinning, and bent down to grab the Prince by the shoulder. “Come on! We don’t have forever.”

“We’re literally stuck here for a week,”

Will tried pulling the Prince up, but he seemed cemented on the floor. “Time flies when you have fun!”

“We’ve been here for half an hour and it already feels like a lifetime.” Despite his words, the Prince stood, his legs wobbled for a moment.

“Wow, rude.”

Despite his words, Will didn’t let go of the Prince’s wrist –his hand had fallen there somewhere during the run, and honestly, why not?– and stopped only when he reached the hallway. Their hand-bags were still by the door, which made sense, since neither of them had tried moving them.

“So, we’ll act like you are a mannered guest instead of yourself–”

The Prince snorted. “That’s incredibly bold to say for someone who believed me to be a murderer less than an hour ago.”

“I was just ranting, and honestly–”

“So that wasn’t sarcasm.”

Will waved his finger. “Don’t try luring me into that loop again.” He exhaled heavily, and let go of the Prince’s wrist to put his hands on his hips. “So, that tour.”

The Prince rolled his eyes, and pointed to the stairs on the left. “The second floor. Go there, and you’ll easily find your way to the attic.” He pointed to the direction they had come from. “That’s the living room, and–” the only other door. “I honestly don’t remember. I think there’s like a corridor? You can reach everything from everywhere. The chalet is all connected, so–”

“Wait, wait, wait. Is this the tour?”

The Prince slowly blinked. He probably spent half of his time doing just that, it was in equal part amusing and annoying. “Yes?”

Will tsked. In the back of his mind, he was aware he was acting like a child, especially when he started stomping his foot on the ground. “In a tour, you need to walk around. Point at the rooms, and tell me something about each of them. Something that will make me smile.”

“I don’t even know what makes you smile.”

“I know, that’s what we need this bonding experience for! So you get to know it.”

The Prince rolled his eyes. “You are probably one of those people who just smile when they see cat videos on Instagram. God, you probably even laugh when you see dogs stumble and fall.”

“I’ll let you know, I actually cry when dogs fall, because they are pure souls, and don’t deserve such treatment.” He sighed. “So, my tour…”

Will wasn’t surprised to hear the Italian grumbling at this point. What surprised him was that the Prince actually gave up, and started stomping toward the mystery door.

“So you only came to the living room, where I was?” the Prince asked.

Without paying much attention, Will nodded.

“So you stayed here? Like an insect when you draw a circle around them?”

Will shook his head. “I’m sorry I have manners and don’t sno–oh my God. Oh my God. Is that –is that you?” Will pointed at the pictures on the wall, eliciting a groan from the Prince. “In a onesie? Oh my God!”

“Who else would it be?” he asked.

“Babies all look the same, you could have told me that was the neighbor’s daughter, and I would have believed you. Oh God, is that a –is that you dressed as a princess? This is priceless!”

“Oh, shut up,” the Prince said, covering his face with his hands.

Will giggled. “You were adorable. What happened to you?”

“Gee, thank you. I may not be a mannered host, but you aren’t the perfect guest, either.”

Will flashed him the finger. “Be glad I haven’t mentioned how you’re still not out of your emo phase. Anyway–”

“I have never gone through an emo phase.”

Will raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Wednesday Addams. Whatever you say.”

The Prince huffed. “It’s such a pleasure to have you here.”

“Thank you, I’ve always been told I was a pleasure to have in class.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Yeah, that was a lie. I was always considered too loud and–”

“Always considered?” He scoffed. “More like always was.”

“I will tell your sister about your behavior.”

“My sister? Let’s hope she doesn’t ground me.”

“Well, I’m sorry your father scares me!”

The Prince’s lips started twitching again, and Will wondered why he didn’t just smile. It was far easier than fighting it, to be honest. Plus, he had some freckles on his nose, and Will wanted to see whether they’d stretch or not.

The doorbell rang, a loud sound, that had Will jump in the air.

The Prince snickered. “Come on, pizza is here. Try not to faint when you see our shadows.”

Will stuck out his tongue at him, but the Prince was already in the hallway.

“You’re giving me the real tour later, right?” Will asked, sitting at the kitchen counter.

The Prince rolled his eyes. “I swear to God, I’m going to put you in the dungeons.”

Will gave him a saccharine smile, and lied through his teeth. “Funny. I looked it up on the Internet, you can’t do that.”

Once again, Will was put under the Prince’s unblinking stare. “You are in a city you don’t know, in a country you don’t speak the language of, with a stranger.”

“I know you, now. You are a bit grumpy, but also a big, big softie.”

The Prince’s face scrunched up, as though Will had put a lemon in his mouth. Would he be offended if Will took out his phone and took a photo? Probably, but it wasn’t really Will’s problem, was it? Unfortunately, the Prince turned his face back into careful blankness before Will could act.

He turned to open the fridge. “We only have water.”

“It’s freezing outside, don’t take it from the fridge.”

Without taking his eyes off Will, the Prince stepped away from the fridge, revealing all its emptiness. Will looked at the fridge. Then at the Prince’s exhausted expression. He couldn’t control the laugh bubbling up inside of him, especially when the Prince took four glasses and filled them with water, not to make more than one trip to the sink.

“I was wondering–”

“If the word tour leaves your mouth, I swear to God, I will close myself in the bathroom.”

“I mean, sounds more like a treat than a threat, but okay. That’s not what I was asking, though.”

“Will this bonding experience ever be over?” The Prince groaned. “Can’t I ever just eat?”

“I’m not stopping you from eating, so –oh, wait. Are those your manners? Are you not eating because I’m not eating either, and that’s what a good host would do? Aren’t you the–”

“I’m jumping out of the window if you don’t shut up,” he grumbled, finally opening the pizza box.

“Rude. Does anyone stay here when you’re not? Like, did we throw someone out?”

“No, I don’t think so. Wait, are you asking me so you can call someone to rob us?”

“That would be pretty idiotic of me, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, like the Queen wouldn’t protect you. You just had to look at her once, with your blue eyes, and your puppy enthusiasm, and she was gone for you.”

The Queen. Will hadn’t wanted to assume, he knew mixed people that could pass as white, and he knew it was rude to ask. So, since the King was white, the Queen black, and Hazel black, he had just thought the Prince was white passing. It must have been written on his face, because the Prince reached over to open Will’s box for him, as though he didn’t want to look at his face.

“She’s not my mother, you know,” he said. “I’m just the King’s bastard son.”

Will gasped. “No one says things like that, anymore.”

“Not where you are from, they don’t.” The Prince took a slice of pizza, and motioned over for Will to do the same. “Listen, you are part of this, now. I’m not going to lie to you, it has both pros and cons. You will never have to worry about money, rent, whatever you used to before. But you have to be extremely careful. Whenever you do something wrong, people will be there to judge you. Things as little as leaving a party too early or too late, you will be seen anyway, and people will try to tear down every single move you make, until even you doubt yourself. Until even you can’t like yourself.”

Will cleared his throat. “I know what it’s like.”

The Prince shook his head. “You don’t.”

Will’s throat closed. He should have told the Prince. He should have looked in those brown eyes, and simply said that his parents weren’t exactly farmers. He opened his mouth. He was about to say it.

“It’s the first time I eat pizza so close to Italy, you know?”

The Prince didn’t pressure him for more, he just rolled his eyes, cheeks dusted with pink. “You really have no idea where we are, do you?”

“Yes, I do! In the border between Italy and France.”

Will’s smug moment was cut short by the Prince’s scoff.

“We’re in Livigno, genius. It’s in Italy. Well, technically it’s on Switzerland soil, but it’s an Italian city.”

Will shrugged, willing his blush to disappear. “You should stop lying to yourself.”

“Says the guy who treats borders between countries like they are no man’s land. ‘Where are you Will?’ ‘Oh, you know, just in the border.’ You should have been given bodyguards, seriously. You are a public danger!”

Will shook his head, but there was no way of hiding the stupid smile on his face. “Going back to pizza–”

“Pizza and tour, two words that will give me nightmares and scar me for life.”

“So, now that we’re talking about tours again!” Will moved so fast on the high stool he bumped into the pizza box and sent it flying to the floor across the room. Luckily, the pizza didn’t fall out.

“Was that you sending the pizza on a tour?”

“No, that was a threat for you.” Will pointed at the floor, where his pizza was looking back at him. “Take me on a tour, or you’ll end up like the pizza.”

“In your stomach? Because I’m not calling the restaurant to order another.”

“Wow, I see the length you’d go for me. I’ll remember it.” He popped down the stool, and bent to take back his food. “Look! It’s not even smudged. You should give me the restaurant’s name, I’ll put on a nice review.”

When he turned, he found the Prince stubbornly looking at his food. “I can take you to the village later. Do you ski?”

“No. Do you?”

“Well, yes. There’s this hotel where you can use one of those sled with dogs. I can call and see if they have a spot for us in the next few days, I’m not sure, though.” He looked up, to see Will staring at him with wide eyes. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Not caring about the dough on his fingers, Will put his hands on the Prince’s cheeks, and squished. “Do you think they have puppies?”

“What the–what are you doing to my face?”

“I’m forcing you to look at me, because I honestly think that I’m more interesting than food. So, do they have puppies?”

Will squished tighter, and the Prince’s words turned out muffled. “How would I know?”

“How would you not know? How can you go anywhere without checking whether there’s puppies or not?”

“You’re here with me. Did you check?”

Will threw his hands in the air. “I just admitted that I didn’t know what city we are in, so make a wild guess, darlin’.”

The Prince shook his head, exhaling through his nose. “We wouldn’t go there today, anyway.”

“I want the tour of the house first, anyway.”

“Sure thing, Your Highness.”

“Thank you, peasant.”

For a second, Will thought he’d gone too far, taken the jokes too lightly, and the Prince would never talk to him again. Then, the Prince just shook his head.

“You are so bad mannered it’s literally scary.”

“My Texan grandmother would be heartbroken over your words.”

“My Italian grandmother would tell you not to talk while you eat.”

Will rolled his eyes, stuffing another slice of pizza in his mouth. “She would love me. I’m lovable. Lovely. I would sweep her off her feet.”

“I’d tell her you called me a peasant and she’d hate you forever.”

“Would she?”

The Prince’s lips twitched, he took a large gulp of water before responding. “No, not really.”

Will scoffed. “I’m far too bright for your lies.”

“Sure thing, principino.”

“What does it mean?”

The Prince sighed. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I’m calling Persephone,” the Prince said. “That was her doing. Or Hazel’s. I hope to God it wasn’t my father, or I’m fucking retiring as Prince, and they can find someone else to fill the fucking spot.”

So the Prince stomped away, Will heard his angry steps on the stairs, as he went to retrieve his phone. Will just stood there, watching the only bed in the whole house as though he had never seen one before.

During their tour, they had discovered that every bed had disappeared, except for the one in the Prince’s room. A queen size bed –which Will would have found hilarious, in any other circumstance– with far more pillows than necessary.

Outside it was already dark, although it was only five in the afternoon. Will could almost see people on the streets in the village, which wasn’t more than fifteen minutes by foot, or so the Prince had said.

Without anything else to do as he waited for the Prince to return, Will decided to snoop around a little. He stopped in front of the desk in the corner of the room, remembering he couldn’t snoop around. Then the Prince would know that Will was a snooper, a serial snooper, which he had denied being. With a heavy sigh, Will fell on the chair.

There was a trunk in front of the bed. It looked pretty old, probably the first thing in the whole chalet that had a story, and it was in the Prince’s room. Will couldn’t help but wonder what was in it.

The Prince reappeared at the doorframe, heavily panting, leaning forward on his knees.

“Geez, did you run all the way back to your island?” Will asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you don’t even know the name of ‘my island’,” he replied, making quotation mark with his fingers.

Will stared at him without blinking, much like the Prince often did. “Maybe you don’t know it, and I don’t want to give you any clues.”

“Why wouldn’t I–do you even hear yourself when you speak? God, you’re giving me a headache. A headache!”

The Prince sat on the bed, taking off his shoes to fold his legs underneath himself. He passed his hand through his dark hair, sighing heavily.

“What can I say, it’s part of my appeal,” Will replied, shrugging. “You’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning, darlin’.”

The Prince sighed again. “I’m not even going to respond to that.”

Will stretched his arms over his head, arching on the chair until he started seeing black and foggy. He spoke around a yawn. “So I win.”

“You don’t win shit, don’t you –whatever. That’s not what I needed to say.” He finally took his hands off his face, revealing his frown. “Persephone –that’s the Queen, in case you didn’t catch her name either– said that the other beds needed changing.”

“We can order one on Amazon. Wait, does it exist in Europe?”

“We’re in Asia.”

Will’s eyes widened, and only then did he notice the Prince’s grin. He put his hand on his racing heart. “You’re an asshole.”

“It’s not my fault you have no clue as to where you are, principino.” The Prince shook his head, and passed his hands through his hair again. “Anyway. She said we can’t get other beds for a couple of days, so we only have this. I’ll just sleep on the couch downstairs. By the way, your suitcase was lost, so only mine was delivered.”

“Lost.”

“Well, as you can imagine, it probably never left the island. Persephone must have told the bodyguards to bring it back to the palace.”

“But why would she do that?”

“She reads too many books, that’s why. She probably thinks sharing clothes is a bonding experience, or whatever.” He fell on his back, making the pillows bounce. “We can buy clothes tomorrow. I don’t want to go out now.”

Will scratched the back of neck. “I didn’t really bring that much money.”

“I told you, you don’t need to worry about it anymore. You can just use one of my cards.”

“I’d much rather not do that. Just–I don’t want to use your money.”

The Prince looked at him for a long moment, but he didn’t insist.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, you stay here. It’s your bed.”

“You’ve been calling me a bad host all day,” the Prince said. “Let me sleep on the couch. I insist.”

“No, you’re sleeping here. It’s your house.”

“Listen, for the past two years, I’ve mostly slept on the ground. I can handle sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“I’m letting you sleep on the couch in your own house.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in my own house.”

“What if we slept together? No wait, that got out wrong. Like, what if we share the bed? No wait, that’s like letting the Queen win. We’ll share the couch!”

“How is that any different?”

“I’ve seen the living room, darlin’. There’s like three couches. I’ve seen couch-sellers with less couches, plus the fireplace is there! It’s perfect. We can even make a blanket fort! It’ll be like a cool sleepover.”

The Prince rubbed his closed wrists on his eyes. “I haven’t done blanket forts when I was a kid, I’m not going to start now. So get it out of your head.”

“You are no fun.”

“Whatever.”

“So, are we having a sleepover?”

“It’s not a sleepover, are you going to call the whole week a sleepover? Because I’m already finding it annoying.”

“Yeah, I know, it’ll give you a headache. Anyway, we need to bring the blankets and pillows downstairs, and take pajamas. Did you bring any?”

As it turned out, the Prince was quite a bit taller than Will, which he had noticed, but not given too much thought to. Just taller enough that he needed to roll up the pants. The Prince also gave him a pair of sponge socks and a sweatshirt in which he literally swam, and told him where he could find a toothbrush. The neck of the sweatshirt kept falling over his shoulder.

When Will got out of the bathroom, the Prince was also wearing a pajama. Will shook his head, feigning disappointment.

“And you say you have never had an emo phase. You say that to my face, then give me black clothes, as you wear black clothes, and have only brought black clothes.” Will waved his index in front of the Prince, who tried to take a step back, but was blocked by the bed. “I may not know much about Europe. European princes, hell, I didn’t even know your island existed. But! I know everything about emo phases. So don’t you dare lying like that to my face, ever again.”

“You are so weird it’s scary.”

“Thank you. So, blanket fort?”

“Absolutely not.”

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reddeadrevival · 5 years ago

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Stealing Our Place in the Sun - Chapter 1

Warnings: None really

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A/N: Okay, here we go chapter one! Super nervous about posting anything for this just cause there's a lot of people I want to impress with this cause people like my Headcanons and such but sometimes I ramble with writing cause I wanna pack everything in and I'm not good at spacing things out.

If you want to see what each character is wearing in this chapter/ what they’re faces look like click HERE to see the post I made about how they look as Sims (which is what I’ll be using to show outfits and such as we go)

Lynnette was startled awake by a loud train whistle. Her head shot up and she looked around, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Lilly let out a little whine against her shoulder at being woken by the harsh sound. The whistle sounded again and it was then she realized how different it sounded than the one of the train they’d gotten onto. She turned to Max and shook him awake; the boy could sleep through anything.

“Wha-What? Are we there?” he asked as he startled awake, looking around. “Where is everybod-” Max did a double take at everything around them. “Lynn… this isn’t our train,” he whispered.

“I know,” she whispered back.

“How did we…” He leaned down and saw their suitcases were still there and their bags were still at their feet.

“Come on,” Lynnette said as she stood, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, holding Lilly to her hip. The blonde girl was still a bit fussy at having a train whistle wake her and squirmed in her arms. Lynnette grabbed the girls rabbit that had fallen beside them on the seat and she immediately calmed down.

“What?”

“We’re getting off.” Lynnette grabbed her case from under the seat, keeping a hold on Lilly who was blissfully unaware of her siblings concerns; the girl giggled as Lynnette unintentionally rocked her. “We’re at a station.”

“I know but why?” Max looked up at her as if she were crazy.

“Why? Because we need to know where we are... and how we got on a different train,” she muttered.

“That just doesn’t happen though,” he protested as he pulled on his backpack and grabbed his case. The two moved towards the end of the train car and looked out. “I feel like we’re in Back To The Future 3,” Max commented as they stepped off the train and onto the wooden platform.

“Well we’re not," Lynnette stated but as she looked around to see the farm animals, lack of paved roads, and seeing absolutely no cars and a lot of horses added to her confusion and concerns. "This is just… probably a town that… really likes the wild west aesthetic.”

“Aesthetic is one thing but this place smells like horsesh-”

“Max,” she snapped before letting out a sigh as she adjusted her hold on Lilly.

“Where the heck is Valentine?”

“What?” Lynnette looked down at him. He rolled his eyes and pointed up at the sign on the building.

Valentine Station

“I… I don’t know,” Lynnette answered as her eyebrows came together. Max shook his head and fished his phone out of his jeans.

"I don't have any service," he complained before shoving it back in his pocket.

"What?" Lynnette put down the suitcase she was holding and took out her own phone. "No bars, no wifi," she muttered.

"Are we in one of those Amish places?" Max asked with a grimace. “I can’t do no wifi, Lynn.” The train whistle sounded behind them making them jump and turn to see it start pulling away. "There goes our ride," Max muttered.

"Come on, let's ask someone inside." Lynnette picked up her suitcase and the two headed inside. The man behind the ticket counter turned as they walked in and his eyes widened as his eyebrows shot up.

"Ho-Howdy Miss." He seemed to be trying to look anywhere but at her. Lynnette looked down at herself and frowned. There was nothing wrong with what she was wearing; a plain black skater skirt and cropped, striped top with black ankle boots that made her look two inches taller than her normal 5’5”, sure here she looked out of place but that wasn’t her fault.

“Howdy…” Lynnette tried, having probably only said the word maybe twice in her life. “I was wondering if you could help us? We seem to have gotten on the wrong train.” The man blinked upon hearing her accent.

As she spoke to the man, Max started to wander around the small building. A few people sitting on benches nearby watched him and he openly gave them a weird look as he passed them. He walked up to a large chalkboard labeled ‘Valentine Rail Bulletin’. Each name he read confused him more and more. They’d been to Texas before to see their grandmother and he knew these places being listed were nowhere near Texas. He wasn’t even sure what state they were in. Max walked passed the bulletin and stopped in front of another large board. This one had a map but of where he didn’t know. He made his way back to his sister and pulled on her arm.

“Lynn!” he hissed urgently.

“What?” She looked at him in alarm as he pulled her over to the map; the man in the booth watched them in confusion. Lynnette scanned the map, the frown on her face getting deeper with every second. “Wait...that...that’s not right…” She desperately looked over the map looking for something that looked familiar, anything.

“That’s not a river,” Max whispered as he pointed to a large river on the map. “I know I didn’t exactly ace geography stuff but there is no Lannahechee River.”

“Okay, don’t panic,” Lynnette said quietly. “Don’t panic.”

“I’m... not panicking,” Max said as he watched his sister take a few deep breaths. Lynnette walked back over to the counter to grab her suitcase, the man watching her the entire time. She turned back to him. “Do you know where we could get something to eat?” she asked with the best polite smile she could manage at the moment.

“Sure, down the road there, passed all them houses, turn at the Sheriff’s is Smithfield’s and Worth’s General Store.”

“Thank you.” She turned and walked back over to Max who was watching her as if she were a bomb that could go off at any moment.

“Uh…”

“We’re going to go get something to eat, then...try and think of this logically.”

“Alright…” Max muttered with a nod as he followed her out of the station. “You uh… you got money, right?”

…

“The hell’s credit?” The store owner asked.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Lynnette mumbled as she put her wallet away. She made her way outside the store where Max and Lilly were waiting on a bench by their luggage. The little girl kicking her feet as she chewed on the ear of her rabbit.

“Well?” Max asked as he looked up.

“Nope.” She sat down beside them. Lilly reached for her and Lynnette absentmindedly let the girl grab onto her hand as she stared ahead.

“What are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know yet,” she admitted. The impossibility of it all was swirling around in her mind so loud she almost didn’t hear the drunken man that approached them, almost falling in front of them.

“How much you cost?” he slurred.

“Excuse me?” Lynnette turned her head slowly to look at him.

“I can pay,” he went on. “How much?” She stood up with a humorless chuckle.

“I know you’re not talking to me,” she said sharply. The man chuckled and reached out to grab at her but she kicked him swiftly in the shin. He fell with a cry and tumbled off the small porch of the store.

“Hey! You there!” Lynnette looked up and saw a man approaching. A man with a star on his chest.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered. Max, meanwhile, watched with wide eyes. A smile was on his face until he saw the second man approaching.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to come with me,” the sheriff said as he stopped, putting his hands on his belt. He gave her a once over then kept his eyes on her face.

“What? Why?” she snapped. The sheriff gestured to the man, who was now unconscious in the mud. “He thought I was a whore!”

“Well…” the sheriff cleared his throat. “Your attire don’t exactly do much to... “ he cleared his throat again.

“Oh boy,” Max muttered.

“My attire? My attire doesn’t give a man the right to touch me!”

“Now ma’am, I’m going to need you to just come with me,” the man tried again.

“No. I did nothing wrong,” Lynnette stated as she crossed her arms. “I kicked him but I was defending myself.” The man let out a sigh.

“Alright,” he said and walked closer.

“Don’t you touch me, I will kick you too.” Lynnette held up a hand to stop him.

“Now you’re threatening me?” The sheriff shook his head, clearly not prepared to deal with this today.

“Lynn, please don’t get arrested,” Max groaned.

“She’s just coming with me to cool off in a cell for an hour or two, son, no need to worry,” the man assured him but Max was already wincing, preparing his ears.

“Cool off?” Lynnette shrieked. “Get your hands off me!” Max let out another sigh as the sheriff started to pull her away. He picked up Lilly with a bit of difficulty and went down the small steps before he started to follow after them but then frowned at the little girl who was making it difficult to hold her by squirming. He walked up to the back of a carriage, full of supplies but with no driver in sight, that was parked in front of the general store and put her on the back.

“Stay here. Got it? Don’t. Move." He turned and ran after his sister and the man who were almost to the Sheriff’s. "Sir! Sir wait!" The sheriff turned reluctantly. "We're not from around here. My sister and I are lost and she's stressed cause our Nana is on her deathbed are we might not get there in time to see her go. She’s the only family we have left. Please sir. Have a heart." Lynnette stared at her brother as he turned on the waterworks. The sheriff hesitated then let out a sigh.

"I am sorry to hear that.” He was quiet for a moment as he looked between the two. “Now as long as ya promise not to knock anyone else out, I'll get you a map and you can be on your way."

"As long as no one tries to touch me or buy me again," Lynnette added with a slight glare.

"Might I suggest, and don't get upset again, a change of clothes?" Lynnette resistant the urge to say what she wanted to as Max spoke.

“Thank you, sir!” he said loud enough interrupt anything Lynnette might say. She turned to Max and froze.

"Max, where is Lilly?" she asked. Max rolled his eyes.

"Relax, I left her over…" He turned and pointed to where the wagon was. A nervous chuckle came out as he turned to face the older girl. "Uh, okay, now don't freak out."

Cliff hanger in the first chapter I’m sorry. Though you can probably guess what’s happening XD

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Roll in the Hay

Summary: Jensen goes with (Y/N) to her grandparents’ farm in Texas during his hiatus. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 1682 A/N: This is for @dean-winchesters-bacon who was looking for some smutty Jensen in the hay. (Hopefully, I won’t disappoint *nervous look*) Really, I needed a distraction from what I was working on. No better distraction than having a roll in the hay with Jensen. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy! Special Note: This is a work of FICTION and should be enjoyed as such. I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Ackles family as I truly adore and admire them.

Strolling down the dirty road with warm summer breeze blowing her dress lightly, (Y/N) took in the gorgeous scenery. When her parents had invited her and her boyfriend down to the farm she had been slightly nervous. It would be the first time for them to meet Jensen and see how serious their relationship was.

She looked up ahead of her seeing Jensen and her father talking. So far, they were able to get along just fine. Once he found out that Jensen was raised in Dallas and was not your typical celebrity they seem to get along fine. (Y/N)’s mom was completely smitten with him, commenting on his manners and chivalry.

As they walked, her mom hooked arms with her. “He’s a good man, (Y/N).”

She chuckled, “Thanks mom. I’m kind of partial to him.” She could tell her mom was holding back which was unlike her. “What is it? Just spit it out.”

“You two seem close. Are you sure you’re not moving too fast?” There was the question she had been waiting for.

She had met Jensen six months ago at her local coffee shop after she had a particularly bad break-up. She knew he was famous, having watched his show. After talking with him for a little while she found he was unlike any other man she had ever met.

She sighed, “Things happen for a reason and meeting Jensen happened exactly when it needed too.” She looked up at him admiring his backside.

“I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt is all. I really do like him and pray that he treats you right and that you don’t jump into anything.” She looked to her mom trying to decide if she wanted to have this argument or not.

Choosing the latter, she simply nodded as the men had stopped to wait for them to catch up. Jensen put his strong arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to him.

He pressed his lips by her ear whispering, “I think I’m in your dad’s good graces. Now to charm your mom.” She giggled wrapping her arms around his narrow waist.

“Well, that should be easy since you charmed me.” She said as they all walked back towards the house.

Over the next couple of days, (Y/N) helped her mom with small projects around the house as Jensen was helping her dad with maintenance projects around the forty acre property. Watching Jensen performing farm work was mesmerizing to her. She often found herself coming up with excuses to go outside in order to see him stacking bales of hay in the barn or helping with the horses.

The day before they were to leave, her parents decided to cook a big dinner for them. Jensen had successfully impressed and won over her parents which made her fall for him even more. Her mom and dad were driving into town to get food and said they would be back in a couple of hours. Once they were gone, (Y/N) put a plan into action.

Jensen was in the barn working on the last of the bales of hay. (Y/N) had on a short cream colored dress on with her favorite cowboy boots. She watched as he easily threw a bale of hay onto the growing stack in front of him. He had sweat trailing down his strong jawline and onto his shirt. His biceps flex as he bent down picking up another bale and tossing it next to the stack. His white t-shirt was sticking to him as he worked and his jeans hugged he adorable bubble butt.

“Hey there handsome.” She said as he looked back at her. She was leaning against the barn door holding a bottle of water for him. His smile lit up his whole face as he walked towards her.

“Hi, pretty girl. Thank you for this.” He said as he took a long drink from the bottle. She watched as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he down the cool water.

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as she stared up at him. (Y/N) crossed her legs hoping the pressure would relieve the ache between them. “So, I think you have earned a break for working so hard. Mom and dad went into town and will be gone for a couple of hours…”

She watched as his eyes darken getting her subtle hint, “Why Miss (Y/N), would are you suggesting we do?” He asked in his best Texan accent. She had noticed it coming out more and more since being on the farm which made him sexier to her.

Right now, she was in no mood to play games. They had been there for five days without any kind of sex and she wanted him. “Mr. Ackles, I do believe it has been too long since I have experience what this body,” she ran her hands down his chest and stomach to his belt unfastening it, “can do to me. I simply cannot wait any longer.”

Jensen picked her up suddenly wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her against the barn door. His soft, full lips were on hers as he slowly grinded against her. That is when he felt she was not wearing any panties and growled against her mouth.

“You planned this.” He whispered his olive eyes bore into hers.

“Can you blame me? Seeing you work out here is the sexiest thing ever.” She said breathlessly.

Jensen carried her further into the barn in between large stacks of hay. Setting her down, she stepped back as he reached behind him pulling his shirt off. He laid it down over the hay and she laid down on it. (Y/N) heard him suck in a breath as her dress hiked up revealing her wet lips. He lowered himself down, his lips leaving a trail of open mouth kisses along her thigh.

(Y/N) let out a small moan as he kissed the other thigh and then ran his finger along her slit. “Damn, pretty girl. Always ready for me.” He said against her leg.

Her head fell back as he his tongue ran over her lazily a few times. The things he could do with that mouth never ceased to amaze her, but she was needy and wanted to feel him now.

“Jensen, please… I need you now.” She pleaded eagerly. He leaned up resting on his knees as he undid his pants. She watched as he pulled them along with his boxers just far enough down to free his hard length. She bit her lower lip watching him stroke himself a few times and then aligned himself with her entrance.

He braced himself over her with one arm as he slowly pushed into her. Feeling every inch of him filling her was agonizingly wonderful. He leisurely thrusted into her kissing along her jawline and nipping at her neck. She started to buck her hips against his to get him to move faster when they heard a noise from the barn doors.

“Jensen?” he dad called out as Jensen quickly pulled out of her as she covered her mouth from making any noise.

He stood up a stack of hay blocking her dad from seeing her or that Jensen had his pants around his knees. “Right here sir.” He said nervously.

“Have you seen (Y/N)? We wanted to see if she maybe wanted to come with us into town.” He asked as she tried to hold in the fit of giggles that wanted to come out. Then she got a wonderful and devious plan to keep her mouth occupied.

She crawled over to Jensen as he glanced down at her. “I think she was planning on going out to her favorite… spot!” His voice went up a few octaves as she stroked his cock. He pretended to cough as she licked the tip of it like a lollipop.

“Oh, okay. Well, we’ll be back in a couple of hours. Just call our cells if you think of anything you may need.” He dad said.

She took Jensen’s cock fully in her mouth as he took a shaky breath. “Will do. Be careful driving.” She heard the car doors of her parents’ car shut and then drive off as her head bobbed up and down along his length.

“Fuck (Y/N)!” Jensen yelled as her mouth popped off him.

She started giggling as he looked down at her, “Sorry, I needed to keep my mouth busy.”

He growled lifting her up and pressing her back against a stack of hay. She wrapped her legs around him again as he thrusted into her roughly. She held onto his shoulders as he gripped her hips to keep his quick pace. The hay was scratching her back as he drove into her looking for the much needed release they needed.

The moans and grunts from them echoed throughout the barn creating a beautiful melody all around them. She could feel the coil in the pit of her stomach tighten as he picked up his pace.

“Oh god, Jensen! Almost there…” she panted as his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She could feel by how tense his body was he was close as well. She put her hands up in his short hair and pulled gently knowing it drove him crazy. He groaned against her and then bit down on her neck snapping the coil letting an overwhelming rush of pleasure flood her body.

He rocked into her a few more times riding out both of their orgasms and then slowly pulled out of her. He gently laid her on the ground after cleaning himself and pulling up his boxers then his pants.

“I didn’t think the smell of hay would be a turn on but I think it officially is my new favorite smell.” She said as he chuckled.

He suddenly was hovering over her, “If that’s so, then I say we have another roll in the hay before your parents get back.”

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fluffyllamas-23 · 6 years ago

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The Move

Okay so this is the very first time Declan and Matteo met, in which Declan has a really bad time. This is for @embriumtea who’s been having a rough time lately and doesn’t deserve any of it???

Declan suffering is below the cut

Declan shoves his carry on into the overhead compartment, laptop sandwiched between his arm and side. He slides into his seat on the aisle and rubs at his aching forehead briefly before he pulls down the tray table at sets his laptop on it.

He’d had an awful cold from hell for the last week and a half. He could hardly work through it for most of it, and then couldn’t at all for the last couple of days. He’s finally mostly over it, aside from a lingering cough and headache that are both more annoying than anything at this point.

He’s glad he’s finally better, because the whole reason he’s even on this flight is because he’s relocating from Texas to Colorado for work, and being sick would have made this whole process at least a hundred times worse.

He sighs in annoyance at the pamphlets that are hanging halfway out of the pocket on the back of the seat in front of him. They’re poking his legs, which fills him with a level of annoyance that he knows is irrational, but he’s never liked anything touching them, and that isn’t about to change now.

“Excuse me, sir? Could you turn off your computer and put your seat back table up, please? We’re about to take off,” a lightly accented voice says. Declan looks up and inhales sharply as he takes in the gorgeous man before him.

The man in question’s eyes widen and he takes a physical step back, accidentally bumping into the other flight attendant.

“Matteo, what the hell,” she grunts when he collides with her.

“Sorry...um…” he says, not taking his eyes off of Declan.

Declan clears his throat, cheeks and tips of his ears flushing as he grabs his laptop and clutches it to his chest, “I’ll...uh...t-turn this off. S-sorry.”

Matteo just nods enthusiastically, eyes wide and mouth open slightly as he looks at Declan.

“Matteo,” she groans, “go.”

Declan blinks, opening his mouth to say something. He can’t make his brain form words, though, and before he can figure it out, the beautiful, beautiful man (Matteo, he thinks he remembers hearing the other flight attendant say) is gone.

He coughs into his fist lightly as he powers down his laptop. He slumps back into his chair, biting his lip as Matteo’s face comes to mind, (and then doesn’t go away).

The flight passes much more eventfully than his flights usually do. It’s a short one - only about two hours, and by the time they’ve been in the air for an hour and a half, Declan has seen him four times (not that he’s counting, or anything. Of course he’s not. That would be outrageous). Matteo has brought him plenty of snacks and drinks, and anything else he could possibly need before he even needs it.

He’s not complaining, not in the slightest, because Matteo is nice and cute and funny, and they already had plans to meet up when they landed. Declan had mentioned that he was new in town and wasn’t quite sure where anything was, and Matteo had very quickly and eagerly volunteered to be his tour guide right before Declan asked him out for drinks.

Declan can’t wipe the goofy grin off his face - he’s not even able to focus on this damn presentation he has to get ready for, which usually isn’t a problem for him.

Eventually he just gives up, because there’s only about fifteen minutes left in the flight - he’ll just have to work on it later tonight and hope that it doesn’t take too long, because he’s strangely exhausted and really just wants to go to bed as soon as he finishes with his and Matteo’s date.

“So you’re telling me you’ve never watched any Harry Potter movies?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Matteo says, smiling into his beer.

Declan’s jaw drops, “how?”

“You can blame my parents for that one,” he chuckles, “they were convinced that it was evil, and watching the movies was ‘inviting evil into the house’ or something.”

“Well...do you, uh...believe that?”

“No. My dad is really religious,” he sighs, “and superstitious. My mom was the same way. I’m not.”

“That has to change, then.”

Matteo looks surprised for a second before he recovers, and then grins widely at Declan, “so are you offering to watch them with me, or…?”

“Absolutely...if that’s okay, at least!” He adds in quickly.

“Yes!”

Declan chuckles, which launches him into a rough sounding coughing fit. He grimaces, rubbing at his throat.

“Okay then. It’s a date,” he rasps.

Matteo winces, “you alright?”

Declan waves him off, “yeah, I’m fine. I’m just getting over a cold.”

“And you had to get on a plane? Oh...I’m so sorry. I hope it stays away.”

“It will,” he promises, smiling softly at him.

They talk for the next few hours about everything. When they get kicked out of the bar, they go back to Declan’s new place - a cute little two story condo - where they end up sitting against one of the walls in the living room, so close that they unintentionally intertwine their legs, and hold hands.

They talk about Matteo’s childhood, about him moving here from Brazil when he was eight, about how difficult it was to learn english and how much he struggled with reading, about his sister and how much he misses her now that she’s living in Brazil again, about his mom and how much he misses her and wishes she hadn’t passed away, and about where he’s all traveled and what’s been his favorite places to visit.

They talk about Declan’s childhood in Texas, about how he’s closer to his dad than he is his mom, about how he has five siblings, and the only one he truly can’t stand is his youngest brother, about how he works in business and finance, but that he really wants to run a non-profit for the homeless, or at the very least, eventually work for one, about how he’s excited for this new opportunity, but he’s nervous because he’s never moved this far from his family, and he was so worried he wouldn’t meet anybody.

They just...talk well into the morning, and when Declan yawns for what must be the twentieth time, Matteo very reluctantly suggests they call it a night.

“Yeah, good idea,” Declan mumbles, rubbing his eyes, “I’ve had a great time, but I’m exhausted.”

“Can I have your number?” Matteo asks, pushing himself up from the ground and groaning lightly as he stretches his back.

“Yeah,” Declan mumbles tiredly, handing Matteo his phone. He rubs at his eye with a fist, and turns away from Matteo to cough again.

Matteo hands it back to him after entering it in and texting himself.

Declan coughs himself awake. He can’t have gotten more than three hours of sleep, something he can tell by the heavy exhaustion clinging to his bones. He drags a hand over his face as he shivers and coughs again, and again, and again, and again. His chest burns and his lungs ache from the exertion, and his entire body hurts, which is a combination of having slept on the floor, and the fever he’s sure he has.

He supposes he should have listened to Matteo when he all but warned Declan that his cold might come back.

He feels really and truly awful - aggressively awful, even.

Tears spring to his eyes - the movers are coming today to deliver all of his stuff, he has to deal with all of that, and put his presentation together so he can give it tomorrow when he returns to work. He doesn’t want to deal with any of that. He wants to be back at his childhood home in Texas, he wants to curl up in bed and have his mom come take care of him and bring him soup and medicine.

Instead, he’s all alone in a new state, in a completely empty house with nothing more than a luggage full of clothes and toiletries. None of his furniture is coming until late that afternoon - he doesn’t have a bed, or a couch, or even blankets. It had been terrible planning on his part, he should have moved everything in in phases like his mom had suggested, and not all at once like he had decided. It had been a dumb decision, and now he was suffering because of it.

He forces himself to sit up, and then nearly falls back onto the floor when his vision swims and dances around him. As soon as it clears, and he no longer feels like he’s in danger of passing out, he grabs his phone and stares at the screen.

He’s pretty sure he and Matteo had talked about getting food today, but he’s not sure if his fevered brain had fabricated the entire conversation.

Either way, he feels awful, and he just wants some DayQuil (ibuprofen at the very least).

Declan calls Matteo, places it on speaker and puts his phone on the ground as he coughs into his elbow again, hunching over as his lungs attempt to eject themselves from his body.

“...Hello? Declan?”

“What?” Declan croaks, picking up the phone.

“...Are you alright? What was that sound?”

“Coughing?”

“That was you coughing? Are you okay?”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“I’ve been up for hours. Are you alright?”

“I think you might have been right...about the plane being bad...um...I don’t mean to inconvenience you, but I don’t have anything...could you maybe, uh...bring me Tylenol or something?”

“You sound like you need a lot more than just some Tylenol...I’ll be right over.”

“Did you sleep on the floor all night?” Matteo asks, crouching down in front of him.

“Technically,” he croaks, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his head back against the wall, “I only slept for three hours...couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Were you coughing all night?” He frowns.

“No...just couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles, “none of my furniture is being delivered until later today.”

“And you didn’t have a blanket?”

“No.”

“No wonder you’re sick,” Matteo sighs, “do you think you have a fever?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, blinking heavily.

“Can I, uh…” Matteo trails off, holding his hand in front of Declan’s face.

“Hmm?” Declan mumbles, coughing into a fist. He opens his glassy, fever bright eyes and looks at Matteo, “oh...yeah, sure.”

Matteo rests the back of his hand on Declan’s forehead, “yeah, you’re definitely running one...feels really high.”

“Thought so,” he mutters.

“Do you need a doctor?”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Not really. That cough sounds awful.”

“It’s fine,” Declan groans, “everything goes to my chest.”

“You probably should find a doctor out here anyways,” Matteo suggests.

“Yeah, that’s not a bad idea.”

“So what time are the movers getting here?”

“Five. My car should be here-“ he breaks off coughing, “ugh sorry...my car should be here at two.”

“Your car?”

“I don’t like driving for a long time, and it’s a twelve hour drive from Texas to here, so I just had the car shipped here.”

“You can do that?”

His breath catches, sending him into another coughing fit as he nods.

“Yeah,” he rasps, rubbing at his throat with a grimace.

“Shit, right, I have some medicine,” Matteo says, sitting cross-legged in front of him as he rummages through the plastic CVS bag.

“Thank you so much,” Declan groans, “I’ll pay you back. How much did it cost?”

“Nothing.”

Declan frowns, “what’d you do? Rob a store.”

“Was I not supposed to? That’s how I usually stock up,” Matteo teases.

Declan chuckles lightly, which makes him cough again, and he groans in annoyance.

“No, but really. What do I owe you?”

“Nothing, seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Matteo-“

“If you really want to pay me back, you can take me out to dinner once you’re feeling better.”

“I can do that,” he grins.

“Good,” Matteo grins, “hey...you look exhausted, d’you want to come to my place? It’s only ten, there’s no point in staying here for four hours when you’re miserable...especially if you don’t have any furniture.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

“Okay,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes, “thank you.”

“Of course…I’m sorry you’re sick.”

The rest of the day is absolutely miserable. Declan just wants to sleep, and while he did end up sleeping on Matteo’s couch for three and a half hours, the rest of the day is spent moving everything in, which takes him a solid six hours.

He collapses into bed at eleven, coughing miserably. He has to finish getting his presentation together, and then he has to practice it so he doesn’t completely choke, but he feels awful, and he’s not sure he can focus on it - not with all the coughing, at least.

He’s tempted to call out, but he’s been out for half a week because he was sick, and then he had to move.

At least he’s sleeping in his bed tonight, he’s not sure he could have taken another night on the floor.

Declan had all but forced Matteo to go back home, claiming he was fine and the Matteo didn’t need to waste his entire day for him, when they barely knew each other.

“Are you busy?” Declan croaks into the phone before pulling it away from his face to cough.

“Not at all,” Matteo says, “I thought you had work?”

“They sent me home,” he groans.

Between the anxiety over the presentation he had half-assed and coughing so much he couldn’t breathe, he had only gotten about an hour and a half of sleep the night before. He somehow made it to work in one piece, but he was there all of thirty minutes before his boss sent him home with strict instructions to rest until he was feeling better.

The thought of being alone in his condo right now feels entirely too lonely, and he wants company.

“Do you need to go to the emergency room?”

“Not yet,” he rasps, “I don’t want to right now.”

“Okay. Want me to meet you at your place?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you alright to drive?”

“Yeah.”

“See you soon.”

Declan hangs up the phone, and is promptly launched into another coughing fit that lasts a solid minute and a half and brings tears to his eyes. He’s wheezing when the fit subsides, and he presses his fist to the center of his chest and lets out a raspy groan.

He makes it to his condo slower than it should have taken him, but he’s so shaky and feels so faint, he had to pull over a couple of times so he didn’t accidentally crash.

Matteo is standing outside of his car, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

Declan gets out, entire body trembling as he fumbles with the door.

Matteo takes one look at him and shakes his head, “I really think you should let me take you to the emergency room.”

“Needa...just...change,” he slurs, coughing weakly into his fist.

“Okay, yeah. Go change real quick, and I’ll take you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Declan nods, the movement is jerky and uncoordinated, and Matteo follows him inside.

Declan is halfway up the stairs when he stops abruptly and grips the railing.

“Declan?” Matteo says softly, putting a hesitant hand on his mid back.

Declan mumbles something unintelligible, and then pitches backwards as his knees buckle and he loses his balance.

“Oh fuck,” Matteo hisses. He manages to steady Declan, and then helps him down the stairs, and onto the floor. “Are you alright?”

“Dizzy,” he mumbles.

“You’re really pale, Declan,” he says softly, putting a hand on his cheek, “oh...and you’re burning up.” He coughs again, the sound is deep and grating, and sounds so so painful, “and there’s that.”

“I really don’t feel well, Matteo,” he mumbles.

“I didn’t think so,” Matteo frowns, “I think it’s time for the ER.”

After seven and a half hours in the emergency room, Declan is finally home with breathing treatments, heavy antibiotics, and instructions to come back if his fever spikes again, or if he feels exceptionally worse.

He’s on his couch downstairs beneath his duvet as he fades in and out of sleep. He was going to go to bed, but Matteo is worried that he’ll end up passing out on the stairs, and Declan is far too tired to walk anywhere farther than the couch.

“So I was thinking,” Matteo starts, “are you up to marathoning Harry Potter?”

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Declan croaks.

“I know I don’t, but I want to.”

“Okay.”

“So...Harry Potter?”

Declan nods, a tired smile crossing his face.

#OCs #Declan and Matteo #sickfic #pneumonia #i'm sorry this is only like half edited #i tried but it feels like somebody is shoving a knife through my eye???#I'll fix it tomorrow maybe #I always feel really good about my writing until like halfway through??? i'm so sorry for this lmao

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iridescentwinters · 6 years ago

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equivalents

— skam noorhelm+remakes crossover

— part three of the three-part series “jails and bails”

grace returned into their temporary jail cell, and took a seat between ele and mia.

“called my boyfriend.” she muttered, “he’s gonna be here in 30.”

mia took her hand. “everything okay?” she asked, worried. “is it money? alex is coming and-“

“no, no, not that,” grace reassured, “it’s just that… he was having dinner with his mom and her new boyfriend.” she gently thumped her head against the wall. “i feel so bad. ugh,” she cringed, “imagine what he told her! hey, my girlfriend’s in jail so i gotta go bail her out.”

ele couldn’t help but let out a snort, but when grace started to laugh, the rest of them started to join in. they truly had no idea why, but they just felt like it. if all of them were being honest, they felt a lot better kicking around the sleaze.

a police man arrived in front of their cell, and mia went up to him, obviously because she was the only one who spoke german. he said a few things and pointed back at the girls, and she nodded, before thanking him and making her way back to the girls. she had a grin on her face.

“what’s up?” grace asked, as soon as mia sat down. “apparently, we broke our glasses and kind of made a mess at the bar, but the good news is, they won’t be pressing charges. actually, a lot of the bartenders who work there said that they wanted charges against the dude. he’s been a douche harassing a lot of the lady bartenders, workers and the visitors. they’re calling us heroes, basically.” she chuckled.

manon let out a ‘whoop!’. “we did it, ladies.” she grinned. “even only knowing each other for just a few hours, we managed to knock a sexist asshole out.”

the girls high-fives each other. “anything else?” ele asked. “mm, yeah,” mia started, “they just want our statements before we go.” ele grinned. “oh, that asshole won’t even have a chance of escaping.” she said, cracking her knuckles.

“thank God my husband came with me,” noora said, “or else i wouldn’t have known how else to get out of here. i don’t like to carry around a lot of money.”

“neither do i,” manon said. “charles usually handles all of that. and the passports.” she grinned sheepishly. “i’m prone to losing things.”

“same here, sister.” grace said, before smirking. “and ooo, charles huh? sounds like he’s some french prince or something.”

manon snorted. “just the french equivalent to mia’s alex.” she nudged her head over at mia. “aw,” grace suddenly noticed a ring on manon’s finger, “is that from him?”

manon looked down at it, before nodding shyly. “yeah, we got engaged 3 months back. he’s kinda like a puppy, though.” she rolled her eyes. “he follows me everywhere i go. but this time, i’m glad he did. but if only i could get him to stop trying to spend so much money on petty things….”

ele scoffed. “my boyfriend’s the king of petty and money-spending, trust me.” she said. “edoardo refuses to eat nothing but over $18 ice cream. $18!” she exclaimed, exasperated. the girls wheezed from their laughter. all of their men were extremely spoilt in a funny way.

“what about your other half, grace?” noora asked. “what’s he like?”

grace rolled her eyes. “think about any cliché guy character from a cheesy american love story or movie, and there you go!” she exclaimed sarcastically. “that’s daniel. he was the football team’s captain of my high school. a total spoilt brat and asshole. it’s really a wonder how i fell for him.” as she said that, a smile was unconsciously spread on her face.

the girls smiled as well. “guess we’re prone to charming assholes.” noora said. “hey, i married one, you guys will be too. this shit is forever.” she joked.

but obviously deep down inside, they wouldn’t want it any other way. william entered the police station, which was a few miles away from the hotel he and noora were staying at.

“er, hi,” he greeted the police man behind the counter. “i’m here to bail someone out.”

“may i know their name, sir?” the police man asked. william nodded. “noora sætre.” he said. the man didn’t even need to go through his computer. “she’s currently in questioning right now, sir. you can pay right now and then have a seat behind you.”

william’s eyes widened. “questioning?” he asked in disbelief. “is she okay? what did she even do?” noora hadn’t explained anything to him, only told him that she got herself in jail and needed him to bail her out.

the police man cracked a small smile. “don’t worry about it. nothing major. in fact, it’s just taking a statement, that’s all. and i’ll leave the story to her.” he said, which made william relax a little. “okay, then. thank you.” he thanked, and paid the bail before making his way over to the row of chairs the police man had directed him to.

there were 4 other men sitting there, waiting slightly impatiently. william guessed that they must’ve gotten here a lot earlier, and still hadn’t managed to do what they had come for.

the chair in the middle was empty, and he helped him to it. after a few minutes in awkward silence, he finally decided to break it. “you guys here to bail someone out? a friend?” he asked, in a slight joking manner.

the boy on his right broke into a smile. “try fiancée.” he said. “and i still don’t know what happened. one moment she’s at her art gallery, telling me she’ll be out with some friends she made, the next thing i knew, i was receiving a call from her. from jail.” he recounted his past hour. “oh, and i’m alex, by the way.”

he extended his hand out to william, who shook it. “william. and hey, that’s basically what happened to me as well. my wife noora’s here on a business trip, and she was at an art gallery to go report on it, and then bam! in jail.”

“your lady as well?” the man on william’s left piped up. “my girlfriend works at-"

“artchives?” the last two men finished simultaneously. the one on alex’s right extended his hand out for all of the boys. “charles. charmed to meet you.”

“i’m daniel.” the other man introduced. “edoardo. pleased to meet you.” the man on daniel’s left said.

“well, you guys clearly aren’t from around here, especially you with the american accent.” alex pointed at daniel, who raised his hands in surrender.

“dead-on. i’m from new york, but born and raised texas.” he explained.

“ah,” charles said, “explains the texan accent. i’m from france.”

“rome, italy.” edo then said.

“norway.” william said. “and i have a feeling our girls got arrested all together.”

alex snorted. “let me ask you guys something.” he said. “do your girlfriends-wife,” he gestured towards william, “pick on fights at every chance they get? will do and say whatever it takes to make them right?”

“absolutely.”

“a 100%.”

“no doubt.”

“is that even a question?”

alex did jazz-hands. “ta-da!” he exclaimed sarcastically. “that’s how we’ve ended up here. our psychos have found each other.” he paused, before continuing. “my girl mia’s the artist of the gallery.” he explained, pride shining clear in his voice.

“naw, that’s cool man,” edo said, “she’s really talented. ele kept sending me photos every step she took.” he said, with a grin.

“as did manon. she’s crazy about art.” charles shook her head, but with a glowing smile on his face.

“i met my noora in high school. i fell in love with her the moment she stood up to me. no, roasted my ass.” william admitted. “and i’ve been crazy about her ever since.”

“you too?” the rest of them exclaimed, which gained some weird looks from the others, as well as the police man standing outside the waiting room. they slowly reclined back to their seats.

“i noticed mia around, and was ready to just tap that ass,” alex admitted, “but then when she started insulting me, asking me if my mom never cuddled me enough or if i still wet the bed, i felt like i met an angel. a woman.”

“grace insulted me in front of my entire football team.” daniel started with a sheepish grin. “at first i thought it was some kind of intimidation trick, until she hit a sensitive nerve.” he paused, before admitting it. “my daddy issues.”

“mine too.” edo admitted. “but if i’m being honest, i couldn’t hear half the things eleonora was saying. i was too focused on her face. i was like…” he imitated an explosion with his hands, over his head. “mind blown. how is one woman that beautiful?” he asked, before continuing. “oh, and she-“

“-said that your pubes didn’t grow as fast as the others, so you got bullied for it?” charles interrupted with edo’s exact words. when he nodded, charles grinned. “manon surprised the hell out of me. i was used to being the boss, with no questions being asked. i didn’t give a shit about anyone but myself and my basketball team, until she came along.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “i don’t know what i would’ve been right now, if i hadn’t met her.”

“it’s a scary thought, isn’t it?” william asked. charles nodded.

“probably would’ve still been a piece of shit.” edo admitted, and the rest of the boys agreed with him. the five of them had gone silent for a little, before william asked them another question. or more like, stated it like it was some sort of trivial game.

“okay, nicknames. go.” he pointed at charles.

“charles-henri.”

“axel.”

“donald.”

“eduardo.”

william sighed. “wilhelm. she still calls me that when she’s pissed at me. which is, you know….”

“every 2 days?” daniel guessed, and william nodded.

“damn,” alex muttered, “it’s like our girlfriends are each other’s international equivalents.” the rest of them agreed immediately with them.

“does that make us equivalents too?” daniel asked with a half-kidding smile. “i mean, if y’all can relate to my troubled youth….”

“try me.” edo challenged with a small smirk.

alex snorted. “you don’t even wanna know my family and its history.”

“there is no way in Hell you’d survive my family.” charles muttered.

william rolled his eyes. “try an asshole prick of a brother.” he stated. the others tensed up at his words.

“ignorant piece of shit of a father?” charles asked. the others stayed quiet.

“lying, cheating and stealing bitches for mothers?” daniel muttered. still no protests.

“nannies your entire life? gossiping ones, at that, so you basically had to learn about your family through others?” edo asked. he received nods.

“dead little sisters?” alex asked quietly. and in that moment, all of the boys had gone stereo-quiet. like they had nothing else to say. it was also shocking that 5 strangers had led almost the exact same lives. they hadn’t felt so understood before.

“i was actually glad that grace called.” daniel admitted. “i was having dinner with my mom and her new playtoy. i needed a way to get out anyway.” he tried for a smile, as did the others.

“man,” edo said, “forget the girls being each other from different countries. we’re each other from different countries."

the others couldn’t have agreed more.

“william!”

william looked up, and saw his wife grinning, and waving at him. she was with four other girls, who were already making their way towards their partners.

alex engulfed mia into a big hug. “what have you done, you little troublemaker?” he teased.

“ugh. i’ll answered that.” ele said, as she detached her head from edo’s neck.

“so, your amazing girlfriend brought us to this bar and told us the story behind her crazy gallery. which,” she looked at edo, “you have to go to.” she then looked back at alex. “and this fucking sexist, living in the 1900s moron comes up to us and says idiotic shit to us. and we got pissed and jumped him. the end.”

charles’ eyebrows raised alarmingly. “idiotic shit?” he repeated, before looking at manon. “what did he say? did he try to hurt any of you? did he-“

“calm down, dad,” manon joked, stroking his cheek. “he just said something a horny 12 year old would say, and then said some interesting ideas as to how to make us behave.”

daniel scowled. “that fucker should be thankful that i-we weren’t there.” he corrected himself as he spoke.

grace raised an eyebrow in amusement. “we?” she asked with a grin.

edo looked over at the boys. “let’s just say that we bonded while you girls were in there.” he said.

noora smiled. “we knew that’d happen.” she said.

“and now you guys can still continue to bond tomorrow,” mia said, “since i have an interview with all of these ladies scheduled at my office. and you're all invited.” she said with a grin.

“hell yeah!” daniel exclaimed. the group were now heading out the doors of the station. “that means i get more time to complain about grace!”

grace gasped, and whacked his arm. “excuse me? try me trying to live with you!” she huffed.

“it’s okay to be unbearable grace,” edo joked, “you have ele to relate to.”

“and mia.” alex added.

“oh, definitely manon.” charles said.

“hey!”

“you better take that back, axel!”

“i just went to jail and will not hesitate to go back again!”

as the other couples argued, noora and william walked a little behind them. they watched their new friends with smiles.

noora looked at william. “it’s as if they’re us, just with different names and nationalities.” the blonde said.

“it kinda feels like a family.” william confessed. “it’s something about all of them that make me-“

“-want to have kids asap?”

william nodded with a grin. noora smiled. “i’ll see what i can do about that.” she placed her arm around her husband’s waist. “but for now…. you’re definitely the most annoying one out of all of the boys.”

“then you’d have to be the most unbearable one.” william said with a grin. he paused for a moment, before continuing.

“besides, they’re all younger than us by two or three years. we’re probably the original king and queen of opposites attracting."

TEARS. i miss my parents, and would like to request for a skam reunion special episode. thx

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faetyl · 6 years ago

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Anonymous said —” dirk has to try and explain to jake the hot cashier why hes buying a dora the explorer book a single banana and vaseline. its bc bab dave and rose but it still looks sketchy af “ Original Ao3 Writing Tag Ko-fi

Wal-mart on a Saturday was the gates of hell incarnate. Wal-mart on any day was hell incarnate, but on Saturday, it was the literal gates of hell as they opened up and consumed those who dared walk through its doors.

It just happened that today he ran out of banana’s and that is all Rose wants to eat lately. Dave had diaper rash and a wind burnt face, vaseline would fix that right up, and walking past the backpack display he saw the backpack Rose had screamed over, naturally, he grabbed it too and ran off to the most likely crowded lines of three cash registers.

He tried to sneak into the self-checkout because how the fuck do you explain, a singular banana, a large tub of vaseline, and a Dora the Explorer backpack? The answer is you don’t. But of fucking course, the fucking pieces of shit breaks and he has to call over the supervisor.

What could possibly go wrong at this point, let's make a list shall we, Wal-mart on Saturday: Check. Obscure items that will have people question if you’re gonna masturbate: Check. Broken self-checkout: Yep that too. The only thing left to go wrong is if the guy Dirk is waiting on was hot enough to be a model.

Speaking of where was it, it had been fifteen minutes and he was a single dad with two little monsters to take care of that had been left with his best friend.

Tapping his foot impatiently he looked around and saw the supervisor finally coming and guess what, of course, he’s hotter than the fucking Texas sidewalk in this god forsaken heat.

“Sorry that took so long chap, there was one rip-snorting mess over by the beauty products and I had to direct people away from it while they scrounged up a wet floor sign.” Oh great, a fucking accent. “Anyway, what’s the dealio with your check out…?” He, trailed off as he looked at the items on the side of the checkout. One banana, a large tub of vaseline, and a Dora the Explorer backpack.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m in a rush, will you enter your pin so it’ll unfreeze and scan my items,” I swear to god I’m not gonna go home and do what you think I’m doing pal.

“I don’t have the pin you need so how about I check you out instead?” He said giving a big dumb goofy grin with two big teeth. Not waiting for Dirk’s answer Jake, as his name tag read, grabbed the items and started walking off to what was a formally closed register and starting it up.

Dirk followed after him certainly not red-faced, absolutely not staring at his butt in his khakis, and obviously not considering trying to get this guys number. He stepped up on the opposite side of the register looking just about everywhere but Jake’s green eyes. “I swear I can explain all of these items.” Would telling him he had kids ruin his chances? Probably.

“Well I’d be perfectly happy without knowing as well,” Jake said smiling friendly as he bagged the items.

“I’m getting them for a friend,” Dirk said, his voice didn’t just crack. It did not.

“Now sir, I think we both know that’s baloney, so why don’t you tell the truth or don’t say anything.”

“Can I just have your number and we talk about it over dinner,” his voice absolutely did not just pitch up three octaves and sound like a prepubescent girl’s.

With a full-bodied laugh, Jake snorted and cackled at Dirk while he turned redder. “Can I have my shit now,” Dirk snapped holding his hand out for the bag trying not to look as embarrassed as he felt.

“Sure I’ll see you at eight,” Jake said and wrote his number onto the receipt and handing to Dirk. “Have a nice day chap.”

That did not just work. Dirk just got his number. Holy shit. Feeling pumped Dirk left the store grinning like a jackass as he left and got into his car.

#faefic #dirkjake #homestuck #dirk strider #jake english

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Criminal Minds s03e16 Elephant’s Memory review - or more aptly named, no elephants, but we get Derek and Spencer backstories and I just can’t believe how much love my heart can encompass. An Elephant Never Forgets

Episode 16 – Elephant’s Memory

Hey guys! So when I saw the title of this episode I was like, wait, are they actually bringing real elephants on the show? Because my excitement levels would skyrocket!! Then I realized it must be an analogy to something and I kinda got depressed. I love elephants.

Hello, Babar!

Anyway, let’s not get my hopes up too much and see what’s going on.

Let’s see what happens.

So we’re starting out in Texas and there’s a hillbilly song that begins with a line: “There’s a man going round, taking names.” Does NOT bode well.

Why is that dude talking to the trees?

Oh honey, didn’t your momma teach you that smoking is bad and will kill you?

See? You’re already limping, honeybee.

Oh fuck! That house just fucking exploded with that dude inside it! SHIT!

“Heck. Send everybody.” Haha he looks so lost. Dude.

WAIT WHAT? Did someone just open fire on the cops? Oh damn.

Oh my poodle is going to a support group for cops? I love you so much, Babyboy.

“I didn’t expect to see a man of your position here.” Oh honey, you don’t say that to a higher ranking agent. You don’t.

Aw! That agent gave him his one-year medallion so he’ll be more determined to stick it out and get to the one-year mark of being clean. I love you, dude.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Rossi: “I hope she was worth it.”

Derek: “I hope it was a she.” YOU LITTLE SHIT, DEREK! SO WHAT IF HE WAS OUT WITH A GUY? Wait, does this mean Derek is now jealous of whoever Reid was out with? I totally get the ships now XD

I love you so much, baby, but why hide what you were doing? Oh yeah, a support group is secret and anonymous.

“The locals are thinking terrorism in West Bune, Texas?”

First off, why the slouch, baby boy? Still broken up about Penelope?

And second, it looks like he’s never even heard of that place.

“I’ve never heard of this place.’

….

NAILED IT

“They’re gonna want revenge.”

“Can you blame them?”

I’m with Rossi, a hundred percent.

John Steinbeck: “A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.” WHOA! That’s so true, I’ve never even thought of it!

Oh god. So it’s not terrorism? They knew the habits of that Rod Norris and shot the deputy in the face. That sounds like something out of a hillbilly song, “I shot the deputy in the face” (imagine it in a Texan accent XD I am! And I’m lovin’ it)

“Shoots Savage in the face when he knows he’s already dead.” YEESH

Baby boy is onto something here, that’s plain cruelty.

Wait hold up. So the guy who got shot in the face postmortem’s son was dating the guy who got blown up’s daughter? Are we in some Southern Soap Opera?

Hold up. So there are no pictures of the wife and son, the dude resents his son for going off to the marines. The wife died in a drunk driver accident, but she was the drunk driver. Oh boy. This really is a southern soap opera.

“You might have just sold me on that profiling of yours.” Oh honey.

“Gun safe is empty.” Oh boy.

“That’s a surprise.” Did my poodle just use sarcasm? WHOA.

“That’s James Dean’s Porsche. No pictures of James Dean, though. That’s a bad sign.” LOL why?

“Still haven’t found the Father of the Year award.” WHAT IS WITH MY POODLE BEIGN SARCASTIC???? I DON’T LIKE IT!

Neither does yummycakes.

“Hey, Reid. Check yourself. That sheriff out there wanted to take your head off. I think Hotch might have let him.” OH SNAP! So I’m not the only one who picked on Reid’s seriously annoying behavior? Thank goodness.

“You know, I wish all our unsubs would just tack their profiles on their walls like this for us.” Oh honeybear.

“It doesn’t mean anything. What, you grew up in Chicago, a high school jock, you had pictures of, what, Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan all over your walls, trophies everywhere?”

“Yeah. But you forgot Walter Payton.”

“Not to mention the sexy ladies of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.” Oh god.

Oh damn. The fat officer’s wife just stormed up and demanded they shoot down the kid. Oh damn.

“Why do I get the feeling she’s not going to be the only one with that sentiment?”

Ooh, my puppy’s smart

Wait. So the body they found in the house isn’t the girl? He stuffed the meat he bought in her jeans? What the fuck is going on here?

She’s not a victim. I repeat, she’s not a victim.

Oh damn, twenty seconds looking at Owen’s files and poodle just diagnosed his learning disabilities and how the school wasn’t treating them right. Boom. Schooled about school!

“Come on, mom.”

LORD watching Shemar try to work a computer and fail shouldn’t be hot.

NAILED IT! My baby is amazing.

Lol, I love it how my baby is the tech genius in Texas. Has Penelope been giving you private lessons?

I like this Eileen, she’s sweet.

Wait. Hold up. So a video of the football guys forcing Owen to masturbate in public was posted on the school social networking site, and they just took it off? Once it’s on the internet, it’s out there forever. You can’t really delete it. Come on, dudes.

God, I hate that dude so fucking much.

Wow. My poodle is seriously judgmental right now.

“I told him that being bullied is part of growing up.” NO IT IS NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!

Oh god. He deleted everything but the mpeg, “I’m walking Morgan through retrieving what he put in the trash.” You teach baby boy to do it right.

“The kid is tech savvy, sir, but fret not, I am tech savvier. Is that a word?”

Well, it didn’t flare up my spellcheck.

“That sounds like a word. If it is a word, I’m it.”

I love this woman so fucking much.

“DC time, Garcia.” “11:17 AM.”

“DC. Decaf.”

“Right.”

I love this so much.

Oh god, this mpeg must be horrifying, my baby girl is absolutely devastated. Shit.

Oh fuck. he just shot his tormentors from high school. Damn.

“There’s a man going around taking names, and he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won’t be treated all the same.” Johnny Cash.

That’s the first time the character quoted something, and not the actor in the background.

Poignant.

“But you could have prevented it.”

What the frack is wrong with you today, poodle?

Wow. That’s the first time I’ve seen Hotch loose his cool on one of the gang.

And it’s the first one-on-one scene he’s had with Reid and I love it so fucking much!

“It’s the truth. They could have done something. They worked with this father. They knew Owen.”

“So what? All adolescents profile like sociopaths. There’s a reason you can’t diagnose them until they’re eighteen.”

“Yeah, and they could have seen the signs.”

“Nobody sees the signs, Reid. You know that. And making it their fault is not only unfair, it’s dangerous.”

“I want you to go back to the Savage house and I want you to go through Owen’s room.”

“Morgan’s already doing that.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna join him.”

“Oh, you’re punishing me?”

“No, I’m using you. You know this kid better than anybody. Go find us something we can use.”

Oh my fucking fuck! He just stabbed the old man who lives in the house he’s squatting it! DAMN!

“Reid.”

“You know, you’re not the only one who identifies with him.”

“You said I was a high school jock.”

“I was. But not at first.”

Wait. What? We’re getting more young Derek background story? YAAAAAAAAAAY

“My freshman year I was five foot three. I weighed a buck 20 soaking wet.”

“So trust me when I tell you I got my ass kicked every day.”

“So the following summer, I hit the weights.”

“And I got lucky. I grew six inches.”

“But it was never about vanity, Reid.”

“It was about survival.”

Damn it! Every time I think I might be over him, Derek reels me in and makes me fall in love with him all over again and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

“I was in the library, and, uh …”

Wait, we’re getting more poodle backstory too? FUCK YOU!

“Harper Hillman comes up to me, and she tells me that Alexa Lisben wants to meet me behind the field house.”

“Alexa Lisben’s like, easily the prettiest girl in school.”

“So what happened? Alexa wasn’t there?”

“She was there.”

“So was half of the football team.”

“They … uh … stripped me naked and tied me to a goal post.”

“So many kids were there, you know, just watching.”

“Nobody tried to stop them?”

“I begged – I begged them to, but they just … they just watched.”

“And finally, they got bored, and they left.”

“It was, like, midnight, when I finally got home.”

“And my mom didn’t …”

“Mom was having one of her episodes, so she didn’t even realize I was late.”

“You never told her what happened?”

“I never told anybody.”

“I thought … It was one of those things that I thought if I didn’t talk about it, I’d just forget.”

“But I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Ah, Reid, you don’t need an eidetic memory for that.”

“You know, we forget half of what they teach us in school, but when it comes to the torment and the people who inflicted it, we’ve all got an elephant’s memory.”

Oh my god, this was like one of the most intense scenes in the entire season so far and I just fell in love with my two babies so fucking much. Both characters and those amazing actors, oh my fucking god!

“He’s been making a big deal of saying goodbye to Jordan in all of his emails. None if’ts shorthand.” Weird.

So they used Eileen to get Jordan to talk to them via the PDA? Oh honey. Also, I can’t believe they had PDAs in 2007, I’m so behind on technology it’s weird lol.

Oh damn. They’re planting a seed of doubt to get her away from Owen. Please get her out of there, fast.

Get out of there, sweetness.

Oh thank god. Jordan is there. Fuck.

The found Strattman. Lovely.

“He’s gonna force us to kill him. I don’t need to be a part of that.”

Oh my sweet little poodle.

Oh my genius poodle’s mind’s at work. So Owen isn’t going to return the necklace ot his mom, because it’s hers, he’s going to return it to Jordan, because she left it there. Fuck, I love you.

So he’s coming to the station. Damn.

“Cover me.” And you’re giving away your gun? WHAT? Oh my god, Reid, be careful, you crazy loon!

Did my poodle just negotiate with a psycho teen without the use of weaponry? Oh my goodness fucking gracious.

Tom Stoppard: “We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except the memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” WHAT? Somebody explain that nonsense to me, please.

SLEEPING MORGAN!

“You knowingly jeopardized your life and the lives of others. I should fire you.” WHAT?!

“What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that that would have been the second time a kid died in front of me.”

“You’re keeping score, just like Owen.”

Oh hey, come on, Aaron! There’s no need to turn nasty on poodle.

“It was my turn to save one.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” “It should.”

“I know it’s painful when the person you identify with is the bad guy.”

“What does that make me?” “Good at the job.”

Oh Hotch, you just ruined it for me.

Oh my boy, my sweet, sweet boy.

Okay, so this episode was just a magnitude of whoa for me, I loved every bit of it. It had very little humor, but enough background story about my yummycakes and my poodle that I’m satisfied with it. We got to see emotional Hotch. We got to see sides of Morgan and Poodle that I didn’t think I’d ever see and I love it so fucking much.

And of course, as always, thank you guys for your amazing support, as I’m queuing this, the reviews of the first episodes of season 2 are being posted, and I’m overwhelmed that anyone is even liking the shit I put out there. So THANK YOU! (especially cuz Elle leaves and all that)

So, as always, my faithful sweeties, I leave you with shots of our handsome boys that didn’t make the cut above.

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S3:D2 Howdy

Summary: Ms O’Ready and Karl have gone through the wormhole and ended up in Texas 1879. They are now looking for Doctor Weissman and Professor Flint so they can go back to their own time.

Warnings: Language, smut, mentions of STD’s, a gun. 18+

‘Fuck’ O’Ready spat. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ ‘Alright, alright, calm down, we will find the hole in space and time and just go back,’ Karl tried to sound reasurring. ‘Sure let’s go find my crazy professor ex-boyfriend, where do we look in EIGHTEEN SEVENTY-NINE, Karl?’ O’Ready raised her voice pointing at a horse and cart passing by the building in which they stood.

‘We totally fit in!’ Gesturing to her stilettos and black stockings, cursing herself for wearing the shortest skirt she could find in her wardrobe that morning.

‘Why did you dress like that, anyway, did you think you were gonna get some?’ Karl waggled his eyebrows. O’Ready huffed, crossing her arms across her bosom. ‘Any ideas?’ ‘Several,’ he responded, looking about the room. ‘Oh great,’ he exclaimed, making a beeline to the table in the corner. ‘Bread!’ He tore a chunk from the loaf and popped it into his mouth. His face changed upon chewing. ‘It’s better in our time,’ he confirmed.

O’Ready rolled her eyes. ‘And the second idea please.’ She really wasn’t in the mood for him. She hadn’t gotten to clean up after her quickie with Dr. Flint and she will NOT be running about the wild wild west in a mini skirt with her ex lovers cum dripping down her thighs. Karl pushed another piece of bread into his already stuffed mouth and tried to tell Ms. O’Ready about his plan, she instantly put a finger in the air to shut him up. If the finger didn’t say it, her face would. Karl gulped. ‘You’re not the only one in this situation, missy. They plotted this and involved us in their evil time-hopping plan, they’re EVIL,’ He swallowed the last of the bread. O’Ready rolled her eyes again, tracing her finger across her lips, checking the lipstick was still in place with her little pocket compact. ‘OK, so if I were two old crazy people in a town from 200 years ago, where would I go...’ They stared at each other blankly. Nope, no ideas. Not one between them. ‘Perhaps we should get some clothes that fit with the time and then we can run about the town looking for them, yes?’ Karl said with a smile and an eyebrow raise that he knew would entice his friend. ‘C’mon, this is an adventure.’ He took a few steps towards her and placed his hands gently on her arms. ‘We always beat the bads guys right?’ O’Ready just made a hmming sound, she wasn’t convinced. ‘Don’t we!’ ‘Well, yeah.’ ‘We beat Lucifer, actually two Lucifers. We are the kick ass team. Batman and Robin. Buffy and Faith. Dean and Sam. Captain America and Falcon...’ ‘Bucky and Falcon now...’ she said sadly. ‘OK, whatever. Let’s get going. I’m gonna kill Weismann if I get my hands on her!’ He pushed the door open fully and looked around, there was no one on the dust road. No one around at all. They looked to be on the outskirts of the town. Or maybe this was the main street, how would he know? This was 1879! ‘There is a back way out of here, it might be better. You could fit in with your jeans and shirt and boots combo but I stick out like a sore thumb.’ O’Ready moved to the opposite side of the room and disappeared from view. ‘Coz you never stick out like a sore thumb, eh? All that leather and lace.’ Karl scoffed. ‘Come now, there is a back door.’ She yelled. Karl joined her and smiled when he saw what she was pointing at. A few yards away stood a small out house and next to it, a pile of dirty clothes. ‘Perfect’ they said in unison. Well, it wasn’t perfect. The gown O’Ready tied herself into stank to high heaven, was stained and was absolutely had come from a whore house. The style she was down with. All bosom. Even Karl raised an eyebrow in assent. He had slipped some chaps over his jeans and figured he was ready to go. ‘It’s so bright out here, I wish I had sunglasses.’ O’Ready commented, putting a hand across her brows to shade her face. ‘Perhaps I could get you a sun brolly, my dear.’ Karl snickered. ‘Come on, there’s no time for messing about.’

*** Walking on a dirty road in stillettos was the hardest thing O’Ready had ever had to do. She promised herself that if she got back to her time in one piece, she would only wear Nike’s. As it turned out, they had landed on the outskirts and walking to town had taken some time, considering O’Ready would not take off the shoes, as Karl had suggested. Coming upon the saloon, they each took a breath and walked inside. As expected, the music died down instantly, all heads turned in their direction. Karl gulped and slid his thumbs into his beld hooks. ‘Howdy.’ He drawled. O’Ready had to stifle a giggle. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him towards the bar where a stocky, man in a legit 1870s barman outfit stood cleaning a glass with a filthy rag. ‘Afternoon, we are looking for information about an older couple that may have come this way,’ Ms O’Ready did her best southern accent. The barman raised an eyebrow and started at her bosom. ‘Well, well, well. I take it you are new in town too sugar.’

O’Ready could smell his breath from a few feet away. She turned her face towards Karl, trying not to gag.

‘Aye, we are.’ Karl said. ‘Our ma and pa may have come in here and we are desperate, sir.’ ‘Desperate, you say?’ The barman said with a grin, still eyeing O’Ready’s tits. ‘My sister here could take good care of you if you let us know if you have seen them?’ The rag was thrown down on the counter. ‘Well, well, well,’ He said again. ‘So........any information would be great.’ Karl managed to say between breaths as Ms O’Ready pinched his arm skin so hard, he knew he would bruise instantaneously. ‘Yeah I saw an older couple, in strange lookin clothes. They came in here, started mumbling about holes in the walls and ran off in that there direction.’ ‘What direction would that be sir, you are just pointing at the door.’ Karl asked. The barman placed his hands over the bar and towards Ms O’Ready’s face, ‘I could tell you, but I gotta have me some sugar first,’ he grinned. Rotten teeth on full show.

Ms O’Ready cringed and tried to move away from his hands. ‘OK hey, slow down there. How about we go to a private room. And I could...’ Karl looked around frantically, ‘bring a friend’. He spied a youngish pretty girl standing in the corner, looking curiously at the new visitors.’ ‘You, girl, come here.’ ‘That’s Angelina, she’s my best.’ Angelina strolled over to Karl, batting her eyelashes at him. She certainly was pretty. ‘Alright, you and me barman Bill,’ Ms O’Ready said, her lost dominance now finding its way back into her voice. ‘My name is Luke,’ he stuttered as she pulled him by the collar around the bar and out the back door. Without pausing, O’Ready pulled open the ties of her dress and allowed her breasts to spill out in front of him. He gasped. Pushing his head between her tits, she said ‘so where are they, huh? Where did they go?’ His response was muffled. She grabbed his hair and pulled him away, his eyes were still on her nipples, licking his lips he tried to repeat himself. ‘Hey, fuckhead, where did they go?’ She slapped his face to bring him back to the moment. ‘Over by the cemetary, over yonder,’ He tipped his head in the direction behind her. ‘OK great, get it out.’ ‘Get it out?’ Luke asked, confused. ‘Your cock, come on, and brush your damn teeth on occasion.’

Karl took Angelina by the hand and followed O’Ready out the door just in time to see Barman Luke spill his load over his friends breasts. ‘My god, woman. You can’t help yourself.’ Ms O’Ready smiled at him. ‘Have your fun and let’s go.’ Angelina pulled Karl toward her, hitching her skirts up around her and showed him the cunt that was wet and ready for him. Pulling his jeans down to his knees, he looked toward Ms O’Ready, his head tipped towards her, silently telling her to go the fuck somewhere else. Angelina put a finger under his chin and moved his face towards hers. ‘No kissing.’ She said. ‘That’s alright darlin,’ he responded in his fake southern drawl, he didn’t know why he kept it up, but he was in the moment. ‘I need help,’ he said, pushing his hips towards her.

‘Oh honey,’ Angelina simpered, grabbing Karl’s cock and driving her cunt into his crotch. He impaled her. ‘No it’s not my first time,’ he puffed, a little annoyed at her attitude. ‘You, just,’ he said between each thrust, ‘you. are. wearing. a. lot. of. skiiiirrrts.’ He eventually got to the end of his sentence when he realised he was fucking a whore from the 1800’s. Part of him wanted to stop. He wasn’t wearing a condom and she most definitely would have something. ‘FUCK IT’ he yelled and pushed her to the ground and began pouding into her furiuosly until he found his release. ‘Uhm, thanks’ Karl said, grabbing her hand and tried to help pull her skirts back down. ‘Payment.’ She said. ‘What now?’ Karl closed his belt and silently said sorry to his future penis warts. ‘You have to pay me!’ Barman Luke had been sitting on the ground the entire time, soft cock still in hand. ‘If you use the wench, you pay for it.’ You pay ME for it.’ Karl scoffed, looking between Luke and Angelina. ‘You shot off on my friends tits thats payment enough, I’d say.’ ‘I thought you said she was your sister,’ Luke furrowed his brow. ‘Oh fuck,’ Karl swallowed. He spotted Ms O’Ready a short way off, with a shotgun over her shoulder, stiletto’s in her hand, pointing towards the cemetary in the distance. ‘Gotta go’. Karl said and for the first time since sports day at school, he ran. He ran like the whore and the barman were chasing him. Which they weren’t.

‘Come on, shithead, Luke said they are in the cemetary.’ ‘Ok, great,’ Karl puffed. ‘I can’t run though.’ ‘You don’t need to run, fuck sake.’ O’Ready scowled at him. ‘Hold this.’ She pushed the shoes towards his chest. ‘I’d rather hold the gun.’ ‘Just hold my fucking shoes.’ O’Ready was already walking at a fast pace towards the gates of the cemetary. They could see two figures in the distance, both throwing their arms in the air. Their voices carried on the afternoon breeze. ‘You are a bloody idiot!’ One voice shouted. ‘That would be you, actually, DARLING’ said the other voice in a definite English accent.

O’Ready and Karl pushed past the iron gate and hid behind a gravestone. ‘That’s them, what do we do?’ Karl asked. ‘Shoot them and steal their time machine!’ O’Ready offered. Karl smiled. ‘Good idea.’ They both stood and ran towards the doctor and the professor, O’Ready raised the gun in their direction. ‘Oi!’ Karl shouted, ‘You pair of absolute twonks.’ The older pair turned, looks of horror on their faces. Doctor Weissmann had just pressed the button on the silver implement in her hand. An explosion of purple and black erupted behind them. O’Ready and Karl got to them just as they tried to slip into the hole. Karl grabbed a hold of O’Ready’s hand as she simultaneously reached for Professor Fint’s coat. They were pushed through the most awkward of space, feeling as if the breath was being crushed from their lungs before a glaring white light blinded them.

Karl noticed his hands were empty. No Ms O’Ready. No shoes. Bollox, where did the shoes go? He blinked, getting used to the light and stood on unsteady legs.

Water. Water everywhere. A lake? He was on an island in the middle of a lake. Alone. No, not alone. He could hear a rustling in the bushes behind him. ‘What the fuck.’ he whispered.

The rustling stopped and a man stood. A large man. Blonde plaited hair fell over his shoulder onto his thin tunic. ‘Oh crap,’ Karl said ‘You’re a bloody Viking.’

#s3d2 #ready writes

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rilesandlucas · 7 years ago

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SAFE|HAND HOLDING|RUCAS WEEK

Day 2 So I'm really quite sick, while my headache has gone down I will write!!! But I hallucinated last night so if this is shit I have an excuse. Riley arrived at school very happy, the sun was shining and it was Spring, so the flowers were blooming. She skipped her way over to her best friend Maya and saw her roll her eyes at her friends happiness. She sighed slamming her locker and was a little confused when there was absolutely no scream from the other Side. She was a little concerned but realising Riley was happy she brushed it off, maybe a staff meeting she thought. 'Hey Riley what's got you so happy.' Maya groaned grabbing her history book. She pulled out her black pencil case, calculator and a book. She hid her phone in between the book and pencil case. Riley trotted over to her locker spinning along the way and opened her locker. She stared at all the pictures of the sunset, some pink and purple, some blue and orange. Riley absolutely adored the sunset, every sunset felt like a message from God that he would protect us in our sleep. She also liked the sunrise but Riley was afraid her happy mood would tarnish if she had to wake up so early. She pulled out her brightly coloured books and her rainbow pencil case. She secured her phone in her locker not wanting to get into any trouble. Once she grabbed her stuff she grabbed Maya's hand and pulled her over to the concrete seat in the middle of the hall. She always wondered why the middle school halls weren't more, fun, but Riley didn't mind at all. She would make her own happiness. 'So let me guess, flowers sunset blah blah.' Maya droned her eyes rolling even more. Riley beamed at the thought of last nights reddened sunset, it scared her a little but the fact that the sun came up in the morning made her happy. 'Yep. Why are you so, uhh bored.' Riley questioned a little scared that Maya would snap her head off. Maya moved a little closer and Riley moved back. Her back hit a body like force and she turned around giving herself whiplash. 'Ow.' She groaned and the figure looked down at her in concern. 'Are you ok ma'am.' The young boy asks in a Texas accent. She laughed a little bit hearing that in real life, it was really quite odd. 'Yeah just a little whiplash. I'm sorry but I don't know you, are you new?' She asked looking at the tall, very pretty boy in front of her. 'Yes huckleberry moved here about 1 week ago or something.' Maya flattened and picked at her nails. 'Sorry about her she's just a little madder than usual I guess, and huckleberry, what .' She asked confused turning to Maya. Maya looked up for her moment and shrugged her shoulders, Texas, breakfast at tiffanys, what a combination. 'So anyway uhh Texas guy. How are you liking New York.' Riley pondered and Lucas laughed holding out his hand. 'It's Lucas.' He spoke still a thick accent peaking through. Riley's smile widened when she thought about his name, Riley and Lucas, it sounded nice. 'I'm Riley. ' she retorted taking his hand in hers and shaking it. Lucas offered her a smile and sat down beside her on the bench. Maya rolled her eyes so hard Riley feared her eyes would fall out. 'And my first week in New York. Well it started off horribly when I missed the subway, but my mum drove me and I ended up earlier. So I sat in the back. My favourite teacher so far has been mr Matthews.' He splattered and Riley raised her eyebrows. 'Oh well mr Matthews is my dad.' She spoke with a little worry in her voice. 'I'm glad you like him. I don't a lot of them time.' She continued honestly and Lucas' smile turned to a frown. 'I know you're just joking Riley but you should love him. Anyone could be gone in an instant. We aren't promised anything.' He ranted and Riley looked down a little saddened at the reality of his speech. 'You're right I'm really sorry. Just teenage, first world problems I guess.' She looked down ashamed. Lucas put her thumb under her chin and lifted it up so she could look at him. 'Hey don't worry. I've just had a passionate feeling all morning. I don't really know what it was.' Lucas contemplated and Riley nodded her head. She completely understood that feeling and today she was feeling extra grateful. 'Yeah we get it. I hate to say this though , but class.' Maya yelled and stood up stomping Over to the door. Riley was instantly confused about why Maya was in a really bad mood, but if she was being honest, she was kind of scared to ask. She shrugged her shoulders at Lucas and skipped her way into class. As they walked in it took Riley quite a while to realise that it wasn't her father that was out the front. She had already got her book and pencil out by the time Maya had snapped her fingers in front of her face. She looked up and saw a young man looking at her suspiciously. 'Are you Miss Matthews.' He asked nervously. Riley nodded a little and he handed her a small green slip. 'You are wanted at the office. Grab your books please.' He quivered and Riley hesitantly picked up her books. She looked back at Maya, Farkle and Lucas who were all looking at her weirdly, expecting an answer. She trotted out of her classroom and saw the office lady in view. She smiled seeing one of her favourite people but stopped when she noticed her sad aura. 'Hello Rebecca what can I do for you.' She beamed and Rebecca flinched a little seeing the bright girl. 'Ummm well miss Matthews I hate to tell you this. But your father. He has been in an accident, he's alive but-' Rebecca continued but Riley had zoned out. Her father, someone she saw just this morning, was being taken away from her. Subconsciously she fell to the ground her hands covering her face. Her body moved in sob movements but nothing was coming out of her eyes, why was nothing coming out of her eyes. She let out a belting scream and lied down on the floor, she just wanted to sleep forever. She felt someone's arms wrap around her and her vision came back a little. 'Lucas. Is that you.' She whispered and she saw him nod. Riley felt her self rise and even though she had just met the guy, her head instinctively moved into his chest. Hot tears finally escaped her eyes and she found her self feeling a little refreshed, she couldn't tell if it was from Lucas or the tears. She could hear Maya and Farkle's voice but her eyes shut closed. She looked into the little lights and drifted off to sleep. Lucas put the sleepy Riley down in the backseat of a lady named Katy's car. He shuffled in next to her and placed her head on his lap. Farkle jumped in the back of the car and smiled at the sleepy Riley and the Texan boy. Lucas and Farkle had become quite close over the past week and from the minute he met him, Farkle knew he would be perfect for Riley. That was a hard thing for Farkle to admit, even though he knew that he was going to have to give them up eventually, he had to make sure it was for the right person. Lights zipped by and Lucas watched the skyline move around as they sped through the streets. He felt the car come to an abrupt stop and he flinched forward slightly. Lucas heard Katy groan in frustration and he peeked his head forward to see what was going on. Instantly he was Met with lots of cars and a line of people. His eyes widened and he couldn't help but be amazed by the hussle and bustle of New York. Not that he lived in the city but he couldn't imagine so many people and cars in one space, if he was honest he was feeling kind of claustrophobic. But not the Santa Claus kind of fear spongebob tricked him to believe. He honestly had thought for about five years that claustrophobic meant afriaid of Santa Claus. So whenever his class was walking and someone would mention they're claustrophobic he'd yell "but it's not even close to December". After he figured out what it really meant he understood why everyone would always laugh at him. He went home that day and told his mum sorry for bagging his outfits. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud honk come from the front. The pretty girl lying on his lap moved a little but didn't wake up. Lucas then snapped his head forward again and looked at the groaning young lady. 'What's wrong mum.' Maya asked fidgety, she seemed desperate to get to the hospital and Lucas couldn't blame her. 'Well we can't get out, and we can't get in. We are well and truly stuck.' Katy yelled slamming her fist on the wheel. Lucas then realised that even though it was fairly annoying, she was just acting on emotion. The anger and sadness of someone being so easily taken away, And even though he wasn't taken away all together. He had come so close, he almost was ripped away, and it was very normal for people to be shocked and saddened by that. Katy winded down her window and stuck her head out of her window. She screamed at the police officers and the protesters that she needed them to move. He cops started walking over to the car, batons in hand and all the protesters starting screaming something about not caring about the ozone layer. Farkle was getting giddy and leaned out the window. He looked at the protesters and pulled up a book. He waved his textbook around at them and laughed rather loudly. 'Biology and I do all other sciences. I probably know more about the ozone layer than all of you people, combined. So move back for backwards let those cars through, let us get to hospital and then continue.' He ranted, for one second it was silent, like they cared. Then they started screening things like nerd, turtle neck guy. The loudness went on for so long Lucas couldn't take it anymore. He delicately placed Riley's head on Farkle's lap and opened his door. He was met with three police officers and he stood in front of them as tall as can be. 'Please sir.' He begged the tall police officer before him. The police officer sighed and moved out of his way. Lucas strutted over to the barrier and put his hand up to all the hippies before hi. 'Hippies. I know all about you, and I respect you. But I have a girl in there that I just met. About 5 minutes ago. And for some reason I care about her, I don't know why, but you guys are supposed to care and want people to be united and love each other. I am empathetic, they are empathetic. Their great friend and dad is in hospital. They don't know what's going to happen. They just know he could be gone and they won't have done anything. That's what is happening to earth. So you out of all people should understand to know what it's like to Almost someone, and when you try to help people move you back. So I say this with all the southern hospitality I can muster. Would you all please take a few steps back, move these barriers back, and let out car get through the to the god damn hospital.' Lucas yelled his voice croaking at the end. Everyone screamed back and somehow, all moved. Lucas cheered and ran back to the car. Katy slammed the accelerator not wanting anyone to second guess and move forward. They continued there speed through the streets and heard people cheering Lucas' name as They drove passed. Maya had her mouth agape as she was in shock for what Lucas just did. Lucas barely even knew Maya and Riley and he was willing to risk himself just for them. She turned slightly and saw Lucas, Riley's head on his lap. She smiled slightly, for the first time all day. Lucas looked up and saw Maya staring at him, he flinched a little and noticed that she was smiling, something he had never seen her do before. He smiled back and saw her about to speak. 'Look huckleberry. I don't do well with new people. Especially guys. Call me misandrist, I do not care. You though, I like you. You can stay around. Farkle.' She yelled and instantly Farkle was sitting up straight. 'Yes ma'am. ' he saluted and Lucas couldn't help but laugh. 'Lucas is Maya approved, and by the looks of it I think he's Riley approved. But that's not hard at all.' Maya praddled as Katy parked the car. Three of them jumped out and Lucas stayed there to help Riley out. He slowly lifted her up and carried her towards the hospital. She groaned a little but barely moved as he carried her to the waiting room. There he saw an older lady that looked similar to Riley, she had ombré hair and a little curly haired boy tucked in her arm. When she saw Riley in his arms she darted up and moved towards her. The curly haired boy smiled tiredly and moved his head over to a boy that not looked a little older than him. 'Riley oh dear. Oh and you must be Lucas. Look I heard what you did Thank you, thank you so much for all you've done. Oh we don't even know you, but we will, we will young boy. Thank you for everything you've done for us already. We will repay you.' She cried wrapping her arms around a sleepy Riley and himself. Lucas couldn't help but tear up as he gently placed Riley on the lounge. 'You don't owe me anything Topanga. I'm so sorry to intrude on your situation. I am happy to leave.' He spoke formally and Topanga grabbed his hands. 'You will stay here with us. Whether you think I'm crazy or not, you are now and forever a part of this family. Whenever you need something you can always come to us.' She choked and Lucas wrapped her up in another hug. Topanga openly cried into his shirt and instantly scolded her self for it. 'Why do you just make people seem so god damn comfortable. ' she joked whacking his chest slightly. Lucas laughed a little and sat down next to Riley. ------------- After an hour or so everyone was practically asleep. Even though it was the middle of the day, they were all so emotionally exhausted. Lucas continued reading the magazine when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked down slightly and saw a puffy eyes Riley looking back up at him. 'New friend Lucas.' She Croaked and Lucas laughed helping her sit up. She pried her eyes open again and sighed still feeling so exhausted. 'Does it get better Lucas. ' she asked her eye tearing up a little bit. Lucas sighed looked down at his lap. 'I don't know Riley. I really don't know. But I've known mr Matthews, what a whole Week and I already know he's a fighter. All I can really tell you is to have hope Riley. You can't fix this, I can't fix this and I think you know this as well. But if we hope, I think someone who can fix this might be listening and they might just help us. Who that is again, I do not know. I've offered you all I know.' He spoke honestly. His hand was at his side scratching his leg. Riley let out a weak smile and looked Lucas in the eye. 'You know one day, you're gonna be a great dad.' She sighed and instantly regretted it. She face palmed her self and Lucas pulled her hand off. 'I hope to be a dad one day.' He whispered and Riley smiled. 'I hope you are too.' 'So how you liking me so far?' Riley joked dashing her hands down her body and fake frowning. 'Well I mean you seem like an awesome, happy girl. What about me?' He asked pulling a pose. 'Well you. Deal really well with drama and have so much compassion it could honestly be your middle name. I mean other than old people not many people would do this. Ditching school, helping a girl you don't know and I heard your speech to that pack of protesters. I mean damn you should be a writer you got an amazing way with words boy. I was basically asleep and I was wanting to move back. Plus I don't know if you've ever spoken with hippies but for someone who wants world peace, they play rough. I mean they do support bunnies though so I can't not like them. I'm just scared of them.' She finished her rant and laughed lightly and looked down. Lucas smiled slightly and thanked her. 'Lucas. I'm really scared. ' she spoke a little quieter. The fear was becoming to much for her to bare and she didn't know what to do. Lucas raised his hand and placed it in hers. She instantly felt warmer and safer from his presence. Hesitantly he pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed it. He had never felt something like this before. It was comfort, butterflies, warmth, happiness and love all at once. Just as Riley was about to speak a doctor walked out in scrubs. Everyone seemed to dart awake at that moment and stare at him. He waited for a moment before he uttered those words everyone hoped to hear. 'He's ok.' And Riley knew she was gonna be too. A/n I honestly feel like I have to bullshit so much when I write 3,000 and they end up so long so I apologise for only a little bit of rucas I guess. XXXX a very sick bay.

#rucasficweek2017 #rucas #riley x lucas #riley and lucas #riley matthews #lucasfriar #rucas fanfiction #rucas fanfic #rucas story #rucas oneshot #I can't believe

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sagastar-blog · 7 years ago

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Memo to the MetaVerse 1.4 “Dear Enceladus,”

Gaia (holding a gigantic whistle, eyeing jeff from behind a small punching bag):

“Now, ThUG out yo’ math, son^9!”

Jeff: Gaia, please, stop touching Daddy that way around the shoulders when you help him blog.

Gaia:” C’est ca. Enfin, dis-moi, papa...voulez vous COUCHER avec moi ce soir? Burp.”

Jeff: Darling, please, I’m trying to explain something to the people who’ve highjacked our spaceship. MMMMM but that does feel REALLY nice. Can you maybe just try with your fist, just jam it right in there...

(Somewhere deep in the universe a blackhole of Lauren Gibboneousesque pro- pro-forma, properia et a posterioio proportions opens, as the human race guides The Earth--which is really just a very cool spaceship, when you think about it....I mean, right?).

Gaia: (twiddling her toes texting again) How’s cribbage tonight at 1:77:77?

Jeff: What was that, honey?

Gaia: Oh nothing, really. Just opening the garage door for Tatum and Megan.

Jeff: Which ones? The Fluffernutters, right?

Amateratsu: The one with the golden flaxen hair, Daddy! The one who looks like she just swallowed a hockey puck? The one whose face you’d like to...PUNCH RIGHT IN THE FUCKING AO0289QHFG2]WP0IH11!!! Which is to say umm yeah Jeff that one right there. And Megan. And don’t forget about your other students, especially the santa girl. Hm? <command> look away <command> #winkemoticon @itsfullofstars DON’T FORGET I’M JUST THE SUN, NOT ANY OTHER SUNS....I’M JUST A LOCAL MEDIOCRITY OF ABSOLUTELY NO DISTINCTION EXCEPT THAT YOUR PLANET, EARTH, IS THE GLEAMING JEWEL OF THIS PARTICULAR SOLAR SYSTEM, WHICH IS REALLY NOT ALL THAT COOL OR INTERESTING IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS....YOU KNOW, AS IF THERE ISN’T LIKE AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF LIFE IN THIS PARTICULAR INSTANTIATION OF THIS PARTICULAR COSMOS! just saying.

Jeff: Thanks, Amat, for that lovely and insightful if rather bizarre digression. Now Samuel Beckett was not the same as Sir Thomas a Beckett? Was he or was he not that fucking assworshipping rimjobber I took him for previously in Richard Priors mode....(digging through old boxes of audio cassette recordings and archived Copernamici raw data) let me me see here.

Gaia: Yeah, them. Daddy, do you think I’m pretty like Tatum or pretty AND nerdy like Megan?

Jeff: Gaia, those questions make me feel a bit uncomfortable. Also, you can please keep calling me Daddy forever.

Gaia: (grabs Saturn and uses it as a sombrero prop, and changes accent through the vibrations in her wind, blowing across the front of Jeff’s porch, but now from the other direction, in a vicious parody o Buddhist En*g*lightenment. Estoy un poco pollo loco, Papatacito, y tu madre es un cabron! Watch out tonight! I invited some of my friends over, and I think they’ve been drinking that good ol’ fashion American Coca Cola all day long and thinking about nothing except magic herbs and. Beep. Beep. [Gaia goes into reverence mode and is absolutely still and silent.]

Jeff (faces the camera): Well, there you have it, straight from your planet’s mouth. You people are highjackers of my spaceship, which I call “Gaia’s car.” You see, for a long time, I’ve been giving Gaia the keys to the car. In other words, she’s been driving for a while. Normally, I drive--think about Amat at the center of the universe, propelling the Earth around it’s yearly orbit. Which is to say, things seem pretty much etched in stone, thanks to Newtonian physics and its law of gravity, as well as relativity, obvi--but not in the last 2 or so years, to be truthful. Don’t forget, I’m not just the author of this text. I’m also the Author of “The Central New Jersey Coffee Shop Scuttlebutt,” available as a canonical work of religious literature if only you’d print it!

This planet, my daughter Gaia, entrusted you with her car. And you have failed to take care of it. You’ve had over 50,000 years to work out your differences with each other. You’ve had lots of time to deal with the fact that your opposable thumbs got you addicted to things like, gee, I dunno, nuclear weapons and cars and guns, and other destructive shit that you should no longer be allowed to have. NEVER in my time as a traveler--and I’ve been everywhere, from like Texas to Paris and back again--have I been treated so fucking rudely and savagely. Never have I seen a life form so brutally violate basic ethical principles, including old times one’s like, “Clean up your room.” “Don’t take more than you need.” “Love thy neighbor like thine own.” “Miley Cyrus is a hack of immoral quality.” and so on.

In other words, why do you insist upon making me lob asteroids from very far away from you with alarming precision? Nothing alarms me. You should be shitting yourself right now as you read this as I TELL YOU THAT I, Professor Jeff Rufo, author of this work of “fiction” you call existence or the material world, don’t like it when you don’t follow the script.

You are a computer virus gone amok. You live in something like a computer simulation that i control from top to bottom, even if it doesn’t look to you like I do. Are you still reading? Good. You should be so honored that I’m here. But mostly, you should be so incredibly apologetic to me for the way you’ve treated each other and especially the planet as a whole, and then finally, that for which you will never be forgiven, there’s the biggest offense of all:

The way you have robbed me of what I call, derisively, my period of Enlightenment. My illumination. It all began on one star smooched Neko Casetastic beautiful Earth Day back in 2014. This was before all “The Troubles WITH your mom,” started, Lucius. I remember it like it was tomorrow....

TO BE CONTINUED SOON

P.S. PAY JustJeff PLEASE. LOVE IS ALL YOU OWE ME. BUT FIRST, APOLOGIZE. AND YOU WILL LEARN TO OBEY ME TO A HIGHLY SPECIFIC DEGREE, implores Mastress Gaia

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corrahdarling · 8 years ago

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Playing With Fire-- Ch. 17-- Dinner With a Side of Diamonds

Oh my God. Delete delete delete!

Screw the rules. She knew that she would be up a creek without a paddle, if Tom knew that she had read this text from Henry. She would take that chance, though, this time. Wait a minute... what the hell did Henry mean by that? What did he know about Tom that she needed to know? Henry's probably just bull-shitting her... wanting to give her a reason to talk to him. Whatever he had against Tom probably wasn't even true! Right? She swiped her finger across his message, and as quickly as she could, she hit that red delete button. What had she just done?

Firstly, she wasn't even supposed to talk to Henry... text Henry... think about Henry... nothing. Secondly, she sure as hell wasn't supposed to meet him secretly at the same party she was going to with Tom. Talk about suicide! She'd have to avoid Henry at the party at all costs. She'd refuse to go, if she thought Tom would go for that, but she knew better.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when a knock sounded from the door. "Darling? Everything okay in here?" Tom stuck his gorgeous, deep blonde head through the open door.

"Oh... I'm fine. I'm sorry, sir." She realized that she had been standing in the same spot for far too long thinking about Henry, and also her family situation. How was she going to tell them everything?

"I was just checking on you. You haven't had your shower yet?" He looked down to the phone in her hand. "Did someone text you, love?"He asked, as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorframe.

"Oh... uh, no, sir... I was about to get into the shower and I thought I heard something. I thought it might be a text from my mom about the cookout... turns out I'm hearing things!"

"Hm... okay, then. You hop into the shower, I'm going to cook us some dinner. Hurry down when you're done."

"Yes, sir. I sure will."

FUCK.

She quickly jumped into the shower, washed her hair and scrubbed her face. Calm down, Hunter. There's no way that Tom will find out about that text... she certainly wasn't going to tell him this time. Nope.

She dressed, and ran her brush through her thick, auburn hair. She reapplied a bit of makeup... just enough to brighten her skin, and skipped down the stairs. Her mission to find Tom ended when she rounded the corner of the kitchen. Sometimes this man took her breath away... without the use of a belt. There, he stood, bare-chested, with a pair of amazingly-thin, heather grey Ralph Lauren lounge pants on. The pants sat low on his hips, and she could tell that he wore nothing underneath; and as amazing as he looked from the back, she knew he looked twice as amazing from the front. It looked like he had taken a quick shower too, as his hair looked wet, and she could smell his freshly applied Tom Ford cologne woven in between the scent of the meal he was cooking... mmm... divine.

She crept up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and placed a light kiss on his shoulder.

"Mmm... there you are, my love. I was beginning to think that you'd gone down the drain!"

She giggled as he turned around and pulled her against his chest. "What are you cooking, sir?"

"We are having basil chicken over angel hair pasta... my specialty..."

"You have a lot of 'specialties', sir."

He snickered and kissed her forehead. "That I do, love."

"Mmm... it smells amazing! But, um, Sir? Is that pasta on our healthy food list?” She put her hands up defensively. “I'm not talking back, I'm just wondering."

"Well, it's whole wheat pasta, so yes, it's on our list." He smiled down at her. "You know what else is amazing, sweetheart?"

"What, sir?" 

"The way you look right now." He ran his long fingers through her wet hair, before stopping to run his thumb across her cheekbone. "I'm such a lucky man. Don't ever doubt that I love you for one moment, darling."

"I love you too, sir." Her heart raced being this close to Tom... the scent of his skin- woodsy, with a hint of vanilla and tobacco... the closeness- she never felt him hold her as he was now... his words- she felt lucky too.

His hand trailed from her face, down to stroke the side of her neck. "Are you okay? From earlier, I mean? I was worried about you..."

"Yes, I'm okay, sir. Great, in fact." She gave him a reassuring smile. She knew he was concerned about the breath thing. They had discussed breath play at the very beginning of their relationship, and she had told him that she'd like to try it... and as scary as the belt around her neck was, him having that control over her gave her such a rush. It was like nothing else. "Can I help you with dinner?"

"No, darling, it's almost finished. You can, however, pour us a couple glasses of wine."

She nodded and pulled two gorgeous crystal, stemless wine glasses from the cabinet, and went to the refrigerated wine rack in the island. After looking over the assortment of wines, all with labels in a language that she couldn't understand, she finally decided to ask for advice.

"Sir? Which one should I get out? I don't know the differences in these..."

"Get the one that says Domaine de la Romanee Conti Montrachet... It's the one in the pear-colored bottle. I purchased it while I was in France, and I've been saving it for a very special occasion." He winked at her.

She pulled the chilled bottle from the rack, and very carefully placed it on the white granite countertop. It sounded expensive, and she did not want to be the one to break it. "So, what's the occasion special enough to warrant opening this?"

He turned from the stove, beaming. "I love you, it's as simple as that. It can't get much more special to me, love."

There you go, Hunter. Fall a little deeper... damn this man.

"Come, let's eat." He carried the plates, and flatware, while Hunter carried the glasses and wine, and followed. "Let's dine in the nook tonight. I want to be close to you... and that dining room is much too formal."

Hunter hadn't paid much attention to the little nook that was off of Tom's kitchen, but immediately fell in love with the little charming space. Built in bench seating was crafted along the walls, and above the benches, beautifully crafted windows spanned to the ceiling. A large industrial style chandelier hung over the table that illuminated the small space perfectly. Fluffy blue pillows accented the benches, making it look even more cozy.

She slid across the charcoal colored seat cushion, after he held out his hand for her to go first. He placed their plates in place and he slid in right behind her, sitting so close that his muscular thigh touched hers.

He uncorked the wine, and poured a bit in both of their glasses. "So, what should we toast to, darling?"

"Hmm... to happiness, sir?"

"We already have happiness, love... how about to new beginnings?"

She giggled. "Okay, that works too."

Their crystal glasses clinked before he pulled her deep into a kiss that was so full of passion and intensity, she thought she might combust into flames right there...

"Cheers, my love."

"Cheers, sir." She took a sip of her wine... okay, a huge gulp of wine. She didn't know what was going on, but she liked this side of him. He had two very different facets of himself, and she loved seeing this one.

They ate their dinner, and drank their wine... laughing and talking the entire time. She felt closer to him now, than she ever had before... and all they had to do was sit and enjoy dinner together.

"Sir, that was amazing. Thank you. Now, I'll clean off the table, and do the dishes." She began to slide out of the other side of the nook bench.

"Wait, Hunter. I want to talk to you."

"Oh... haven't we been talking?"

"Well... yes... but..."

He seemed nervous, which was not like him. He always absolutely oozed confidence... something must be wrong.

Warily, she asked. "What's wrong?"

He laughed. "Nothing, darling. Nothing is wrong."

She raised her eyebrows, urging for him to continue.

"How do you like staying here... at my house? You know I'm positively desperate for you to move in here. I love being near you..."

"I know, sir. I'm coming around to the idea... maybe soon I can stay here more, and eventually completely move in..."

He nodded. "Hunter, I love you. That hasn't happened to me in a very long time... well, ever, actually. I feel complete with you. I always knew it would take a very special woman to keep me happy. To put up with my... quirks. And yet, here you are... right in front of me."

"I love you too. I'm not planning on going anywhere, sir. I promise."

She watched the Adam's apple bounce in his neck as he took one last large gulp of the wine, slid off of the end of the bench... and onto one knee.

Oh my God... what the hell is happening.

"Hunter... I will forever be awestruck by you- your beauty, your heart... you inspire me every single day, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you... please do me the honor... marry me."

"Oh my God... Tom. But, I'm still..."

"I know, I know... you're still married. But, once that's final, you'll be all mine."

"...and my family doesn't know..."

"Well, we can remedy that next weekend when we go to Texas, can't we?"

"... but you work with Henry, that will be so awkward..."

He laughed. "Darling... it will be no more awkward than it already is." He huffed. "Look, Hunter, you keep giving me reasons that it wouldn't work... but you love me, and I love you. Isn't that reason enough to say yes?"

He pulled a tiny blue Tiffany's box from his pocket. How had she not seen that? When he opened it, she was faced with the biggest, shiniest ring she had ever seen. A large, round solitaire diamond sat in the center of a thick rose gold band. It was beautiful, huge, and absolutely perfect.

"Well? What do you say? I swear, I'll have a heart attack if my nerves get any worse."

Tears began to well in her eyes. "Tom, I..."

His eyebrows knitted together, as he silently willed her to say yes... but deep in his heart, he knew the answer.

She looked at the ring, and back up into Tom's glistening eyes. She wanted to marry him, and in a perfect world this would be so simple. You find a man that you love... that makes you happy... you get married, make a home, and live happily-ever-after. This, however, wasn't a perfect world. This was Hunter's life... and it was completely fucked up.

"Darling? Please say yes."

"Tom, I... I can't. Not yet, anyway. I love you... I do... so much, but I've got too much to deal with before we could get engaged. Please... I just need a little more time."

"Time..." His voice was full of resentment as he rose up from his kneeling position. "That's what you need..."

"Yes, sir. Please. I would love nothing more than to marry you... but I can't accept that beautiful ring while I'm married to someone else. I accepted this beautiful necklace... so, we are committed, right? Tom, I need to do this right... I don't want to fuck up another relationship like I did with Henry."

He nodded as he snapped the ring box closed hastily. "Watch your language. I thought I told you that."

She didn't know if it was the word 'fuck' or 'Henry' that he was mad about. "I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't thinking..."

He sat down on the bench beside her and hid his face in his hands in frustration. "Hunter, I'm so afraid that you are going to go back to Henry. I can't take this anymore... knowing that you are still bound to him. I can be this dominating man all day long, but I’ve come to realize that my feelings are as valid as anyone else’s. I love you... I want to marry you, but I can't because you're still bloody married. Tell me... what am I supposed to do, darling?"

Tears began to flow down Hunter's face. She felt horrible. "I just need time... I will talk to Henry, if you'll let me... and tell him to send me the divorce papers. All I have to do is sign them, right?"

"Yes, Hunter. I doubt he's going to do that, because he doesn't want to let you go, and he had no problem telling me that."

"He told you that? When?"

He sounded exasperated. "I called him into my office Friday. I asked him why he hadn't sent you the papers, and I explained to him that you were ready to move on with your life... with me. He basically told me to bugger off. I had to hold my composure because I was at work, but all I wanted to do was beat his ass. He still has your pictures all over his office, for fuck's sake. God, Hunter... I want to kill him. If I could get away with it, I would."

"Don't say that, sir, please. You don't mean that."

He smiled, but underneath, she knew he was pained. "I was a bit presumptuous when I picked this ring out for you. We were at Tiffany's. I had noticed that you had taken Henry's wedding ring off that morning... I thought you were ready to move on. You didn't know, but I purchased it there on the spot while you were browsing. I just knew that one day soon I'd slip it on your finger." His head hung even lower for a moment, seemingly defeated, before he stood and began to walk away. "Hunter, I'll wait on you. But, I need for this divorce to happen. Soon. Then, maybe, I can have you completely... the way I want."

She opened her mouth to speak, but as soon as she did, her phone sounded loudly from the living room.

He could see her body stiffen at the sudden ding, and he narrowed his eyes at her. "I'll get that for you, darling."

Shit, shit, shit. She hoped it wasn't Henry again. This would be the absolute worst timing ever.

He walked into the kitchen, and handed over her phone. "Well, it's your mum. She wants to know what kind of dessert you want at the cookout. You may text her back, but then you need to get up to bed."

Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

He nodded and disappeared into the living room. She knew that he was probably humiliated since she had rejected his proposal, but she just couldn't do it... she needed Henry out of her life first, and she wished that Tom understood that. He couldn't stand not having control of every single facet of his life... which now included her life, as well. She swiped her phone, to reply to her mom...

8:48 P.M.

I don't care, mama. It's your party.

We'll have whatever dessert you

and Mike want.

-Hunter

8:51 P.M .

Well, ask Henry what he wants, then. Does he

still like my pecan pie?

-Mama

And, that's the end of that conversation for the night. Her family had no idea just how upside down her life really was at the moment, and it was getting harder and harder to hide it all the time. Right now, she didn't want to talk about pecan pie. Hunter decided that she might have to go against some of Tom's rules to get what she wanted. Her fingers slid across her phone to begin a text message... but it wasn't a reply to her mom.

8:57 P.M .

Henry... I've never asked you for much.

In fact, I've never really asked you for

anything. But, I am begging you with

every fiber of my being to please send me

the divorce papers. I'm tired, and I just

want it to be over with... Please .

If you ever truly loved me, you'll

do that for me .

-H

8:59 P.M .

No.

-Henry

9:00 P.M.

Why not? You can't want all

this drama anymore than I do .

I want to move on .

I do.

-H

9:02 P.M.

Does Tom know you're texting me? I know he's

got a tight leash on you. The last time that I texted

you to try and get you to come home, he called

me and threatened to kill me if I didn't stay away

from you. He said that you were his now. You're

right, I don't want this drama. I want you. I want

you to come home. I want us to be together, and be

happy, and I don't want you to have anything to

do with him. You don't know what you're

getting into with Tom. I need to tell you some

things, Hunter. Please.

-Henry

9:06 P.M.

If you've got something that important to

tell me, then tell me now.

-H

She supposed that if Henry really did have something that he needed to tell her, she needed to hear it before accepting that ring from Tom.

9:08 P.M.

I won't tell you in a text message. I have

something that I need to show you. Meet me

somewhere. Anywhere. I'm begging you, Hunter.

Please don't make a huge mistake.

-Henry

What the hell was she thinking? Now, Henry's talking about meeting her somewhere to talk... oh God, that's so against the rules... in fact, she broke the rules minutes ago, and she just kept on. She was going to be in so much trouble, but she hoped the end result would make up for it.

9:10 P.M .

No, Henry. I can't meet you. You know that.

-H

9:12 P.M.

Yeah, I wouldn't want you to get into trouble, now

would I? This is bullshit, Hunter. You know that I love you .

I always will. I'm looking out for you, and you are just brushing me off. Forget it, I'll just see you at the party this weekend.

-Henry

Hunter deleted the messages, and tossed her phone across the table, making it loudly skid across the wood. He infuriated her! She shrieked when Tom came back around the corner, startling her. He had obviously been reading, because he still wore his glasses.

"What are you still doing up? I told you to be getting to bed."

"I'm sorry, sir. I was talking to my mom... and then I was going to clean off the table and wash the dishes."

"Hmm... well, I was in the living room, and heard you toss your phone across the table. She must have made you very angry, hmm? And Duncan will clean our dishes and make sure the house is in order, that's part of his job."

"Oh, no sir. I don't want him to have to clean up after us. I'll be more than happy to do it..."

He made it across the space between them with two bounds from his long legs, before quickly weaving his fingers through her still-damp hair. He pulled her head back sharply and painfully, and bent down to look into her eyes. His jaw was clenched, and he was breathing heavily through his nose... he was livid. "I said... get... the... fuck... to... bed. I meant it."

With another sharp tug, she cried out.

"Answer me, Hunter. Am I getting my point across?"

"Yes, sir! I'm going!"

"Good."

She quickly slid out of the nook's booth and reached for her phone.

"Leave it. I'll bring it up when I come to bed. Now, go."

Oh no. She knew she had deleted the messages from Henry, but her stomach still dropped when he said that. What if she had missed one? Then he’d not only know that she had been talking to him, but the she was deleting her messages.

"Yes, sir."

She scurried out of the room, not looking back to see what he was doing. He couldn't have known about the messages to Henry, so she didn't know what had set him off.

Once she got into the bedroom, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, shrugged out of her dress, and slid into bed. She shivered, but not because she was cold. Tom was angry... again. This was becoming a trend that she wasn't too fond of. Although, she supposed that she brought it on herself by talking back to him. She was just trying to be nice by doing the dishes herself, instead of having Duncan do it, but that very much backfired on her.

She stayed huddled under the covers for two hours waiting on Tom to decide her fate for the night. She knew that once she learned the rules a little better, and learned to follow them a little more closely, this would happen less... but for now, it was hard on her. The learning curve for obeying Tom was a steep one, but she'd eventually get there.

She was just about to fall asleep there on his pillow, when the door creaked open. He moved toward her, expressionless, and she sat up quickly.

"Sir? Should I get into position?"

He sighed. "No, Hunter. Lay back down, love."

She was confused, but she did as he asked.

He perched on the side of the bed beside her. "I'm in a bit of a strange spot. You disobeyed the rules by talking back to me... but I can hardly punish you for it when you were speaking out of the kindness your heart. I washed all the dishes off and put them in the dishwasher, by the way, so I think that your kindness rubbed off on me. I'm sorry I got so angry. You've got a heart that is much bigger than mine, and I should have seen that you were just being kind. Here I am, trying to make you a better person... but you are already a better person than me."

What?

"This night has taken its toll on me, sweetheart. I don't really know what to think, or do, right now. I can't have something that I want so badly... and that's never happened to me before. You are the only thing I want, love... but I can't have you, can I? Not really. You're someone else's."

Hunter's heart broke for this strong, devastatingly handsome, powerful man, that was literally crumbling before her eyes. "But, you do have me, sir. An engagement ring wouldn't change that. I am yours." She sat up slowly and took his hands in hers. "No other man can touch me like you do... or love me like you do... or take care of me like you do." She watched his eyes fall from her face before looking down at their intertwined hands. "You said that you'd wait on me... don't let me down, sir. Please, stick by me through this... and I promise... one day soon I'll make a perfect wife for you."

He nodded as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I can't wait for that day, darling..."

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