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noona-clock · 5 years ago

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Expectations

Genre: College/Roommates!AU -- Pure Fluff

Pairing: Hanbin x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Cursing

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 | Words: 1,806

The downside to going to a university halfway across the country from where you grew up?

You knew nobody. You had no friends.

And your roommate was going to be somebody you’d never met before.

You were a fairly easygoing and tolerant person, so most likely you would get along with whoever was assigned to your room...

...but what if you didn’t?

No, no, no. There was no room for that kind of thought! Whoever ended up being your roommate would be completely and totally fine because you were you! You were a team player, and you liked meeting new people and making new friends. The fact that you would be sharing a dorm suite with this mystery person for a whole year was not daunting in the least.

If you could handle being Class President, Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper, Vice President of the Debate team and get good enough grades to earn a scholarship for this university all during your last year of high school... you could pretty much handle anything!

If you could handle driving for two straight days on your own with just about everything you owned packed in your car because, even though this school was hours and hours from your hometown, it had the best psychology program in the country... you could pretty much handle anything!

“Yes, I can handle anything,” you murmured to yourself as you hung up clothes in your new (tiny) closet.

You had just arrived last night, but you’d been far too exhausted from driving all day to unpack anything until this morning. After a somewhat restful sleep in your new bed, a hot shower, and a cup of coffee, you were fully energized and raring to get your room set up.

You were also raring for your new roommate to get here. You were tired of wondering what she would be like and if the two of you would get along or not; you wanted her to get here so you could finally meet her!

“I can handle anything,” you repeated with a nod as you grabbed a hanger and slid one of your plaid flannel shirts onto it. “And I will be the best roommate this dorm has ever seen. My roommate won’t know what hit her! -- I mean, not literally. A good roommate would never hit, obviously, I just mean -- she’s probably not expecting someone who’s as determined as I am to be a good --”

Just as you hooked the hanger onto the rack in your closet, you heard the rattle of a doorknob, the sound interrupting your unexpected pep talk...

You froze, your heart suddenly skipping a beat before it began to beat double-time. Was she here? Finally?

You stepped out of your bedroom and into the shared living area, wringing your hands together as the front door slowly swung forward.

This was it, apparently. This was the moment you’d been waiting for.

A sweatshirt-clad form appeared in the doorway, the hood pulled up over her head as she scrambled in with quite a few duffel bags and suitcases.

You rushed over to help her, a smile tugging at your lips as you said, “Here, let me --”

At the sound of your voice, your roommate lifted her head to look at you...

And you quickly realized your roommate was not a her.

He was a him.

...Oh.

A strangled noise of confusion bubbled up in your throat, and you took a staggering step back.

Your roommate... was... a guy?

(Side note: in the very depths of your mind, you corrected yourself. Your roommate was a very cute guy. But that particular thought didn’t need to be addressed right now. ...Or ever.)

“Oh, shit,” he murmured, his brow furrowing as he looked at you. “Sorry, I must have the wrong --”

He set his bags down and backtracked, stepping outside the door to peer at the number tacked on the front of it. Oh, thank god. He must have the wrong room!

But then you saw rather than heard him say the number 210, and he dipped his head in the slightest of nods.

When he stepped back into the entryway, he lifted one hand and gestured toward you. “You’re room two-ten?” he asked in a low voice.

“Y--yes,” you stuttered. “Two-ten.”

His brows raised and he brought his hand up to slide the hood off his head. “Okay, then. I guess we’re roommates.”

The way he said that was so... casual!

Like he wasn’t bothered whatsoever!

“Are -- I mean, are we allowed to be roommates?” you asked, watching with the most wrinkled forehead as he began to pick up his bags once more.

He shot you a bemused look as he hefted his duffel over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

...Huh?

What did he mean ‘what do you mean’?

“I -- I just don’t know if this dorm -- if they allow... co-ed roommates,” you clarified, though it should have been extremely obvious what you’d meant.

You waited for your new roommate to stop, realizing that you were more than a little surprised and uncomfortable at the moment. But he simply began shuffling toward the other bedroom, rolling his suitcase behind him.

“I think the Housing building is over on North campus,” he finally called out just as he approached his bedroom doorway.

...Oh.

Okay, then.

“Okay, I --” you began, watching as he disappeared into the room. “I’ll go see if I can sort this out.”

Just as you were about to turn and grab your purse from the kitchen counter, your new roommate appeared back in his doorway.

“I’m Hanbin, by the way,” he told you, the faintest of smiles pulling at his lips. “Kim Hanbin. In case you need to know my name.”

Hanbin. For some reason, you hadn’t been expecting that to be his name. Which was totally ridiculous because what had you been expecting? I guess you just hadn’t thought about it since you’d been set on the idea he would be a female.

His name just didn’t quite seem to fit him.

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, though you almost immediately felt silly. He’d told you his name because you were going to Housing to see if there was any way to switch roommates. He didn’t particularly need to know yours right now.

“Y/N,” he repeated, the faint smile growing just a bit wider. “Nice to meet you.”

You simply forced your lips into a close-mouthed grin and nodded before sliding your purse strap over your shoulder and heading for the door. It was nice to meet him, of course, but you didn’t want to get too friendly if the two of you weren’t going to end up actually living together.

As soon as you exited the dorm and closed the front door behind you, you let out a soft breath, one you hadn’t even known you’d been holding in.

The past ten minutes or so had just been a lot to take in, that’s all.

You’d been expecting a roommate -- a female roommate with whom you could grow close, become best friends. You two would eat dinner and watch romantic comedies together, share secrets and gossip, navigate the crazy life of a university student together.

But you got...

Hanbin.

Don’t get me wrong! You weren’t writing him off just yet, not at all! You just... would Hanbin really want to eat dinner and watch romantic comedies with you? Would he really want to share secrets and gossip with you? Would the two of you really become the best of friends?

You could certainly befriend a guy, so it’s not like you even had a legitimate reason to be disappointed!

You just... Well, you had set expectations for your first year of university, and already those expectations had been thrown out the window.

You weren’t exactly a fan of change, so starting on this whole new life path after high school was a huge deal, to begin with. Adding yet another change -- a male roommate -- might just be too much to handle.

You thought you could handle anything... but I guess you were wrong.

Well, that had been a waste of your time.

You’d spent the last hour in the Housing Office waiting room only to be told within two minutes of meeting the supervisor that there was nothing they could do.

“All rooms and room assignments are full as of right now,” she had explained with a perfunctory shrug. “If you want, I can put you on a waiting list to have you transferred when something opens up.”

“How long is the waiting list?” you asked, just to see.

The supervisor had flipped a page on her clipboard and replied with, “About five hundred.”

...Okay, so that was a ‘no.’

“It’s fine,” you assured her. “It’s really not a big deal. But thank you.”

So, now here you were. Trudging back across campus to your new dorm. To your new -- and permanent -- roommate.

I mean... Really, though, it wasn’t a big deal.

He was just a guy! And you were in a dorm suite, it’s not like your beds were in the same room. And even then! You were (practically) an adult! You were mature enough to sleep in the same room as a guy. You were mature enough to be roommates with a guy!

You took back what you thought before. You weren’t wrong! You most certainly, definitely, absolutely could handle this.

By the time you arrived back at your dorm, you had resolved to make the best of your situation, and you were currently working on a plan to be the best roommate Hanbin could ever want.

Just after you closed the front door behind you, Hanbin’s head popped out of his bedroom. “Any luck?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“That depends on what you mean by ‘luck,’“ you replied, your tone incredibly optimistic. “There are no more dorms left, so that means we’ll be roommates for the year.”

“And... you’re okay with that?”

“For sure,” you answered with a nod. “I was just a little startled, but it’s all good. I’m actually super looking forward to --”

“Okay, good,” Hanbin interrupted before sticking his head back into his room and closing the door.

...Ah.

All right then.

So, I guess you would be pushing back step 1 of your plan to a later date. Hanbin didn’t feel up to getting to know each other through Ice Breaker games at the moment, apparently.

That was fine. It was just the first day! Classes hadn’t even started yet! You had plenty of time to get to know each other. Plus, you were very confident in your ability to solve problems.

You were going to solve this roommate/friendship problem.

Part 2

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freewheelshippin · 5 years ago

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30 utapri questions!

Thanks @dekiaibadchoices for the tag, this was an awesome way to wind down after a ton of nonstop busy busy busy!!! (and thanks for tagging this blog vs the general utapri one so i can REALLY gush LOL) Here’s the OG meme!

1. Your best boy?

BANANAMAN RAN WHO ELSE

2. Your least favorite boy?

“least favorite” implies dislike which...not true! truthfully it’s much of HEAVENS by nature of ‘I haven’t spent as much time getting to know these characters so I don’t really know who they are.’ (though I already know I love to go for drinks and snacks with Van hehe) i do like all of HEAVENS quite a bit from what i’ve seen so far but that affection has not had time to ripen!

3. A character that you never thought you would love as much as you do now?

mnmnj ranran tbh

4. A character you can relate to in any way?

I can’t answer everything with Ranmaru but like. His ambition, straightforwardness, and how the soul and spirit of music motivate him to move forward beyond a tough past are things I same hat so much ;; But HONESTLY I also relate a lot to Masa and Tokiya, especially in their moments of self-doubt and dramatic commitment to to their art?

5. A character that you think deserves more love?

Oh, Cecil, without a doubt. He’s such a resilient, committed, and open-hearted cutie and gets really shafted by canon tbh. Which makes it harder for everyone to see what a great boy this sweetie is! But I appreciate how Shining Live has given him some room to have really cute and standout moments so everyone can love him more but okay like, give me more Ceci and Ran palling around I love him most when they’re up to shenanigans

6. A character you would want as your partner?

well we’re posting this fuckin here so you all fuckin know (im very embarrass rn i can barely say it lmao)

(for the record i would also very much like to be friends with reiji and syo, they are cool people i think i’d get along with! and i know myself, if i knew otoya or masato IRL i’d just be like ‘well. that’s my son now’ and basically appoint myself their tough big sis-type-friend lookin out for them lol)

7. A character you would want as your mentor/senpai?

I would swallow a pinecone before I called him ‘onii-san’ but teach me how to network kotobuki-senpai

(No, like, forreal, I suck so, so bad at a ton of stuff Reiji is aces at, and I respect the hell out of his *waves* general everything and skilll navigating the industry. Since I’m a goofy, jokey, overenthusiastic teacher for work a lot it’d be nice to be on the receiving end of all that energy! and be a fucking decent kouhai that isn’t so horribly unappreciative of all his hard work and good cheer )

8. Your favorite ship?

shut your whore mouth i dont have the marbles to write it out

(tbh it’s also Haru/Tomo, I just feel so much more romantic chemistry between those two than Haru and any of the boys u___u Friends’ selfship stuff goes without saying, haha, and ngl I’m kind of About a Ren/Van rivalry hatemance? can i call it a kismesis thing? it’s a kismesis thing.)

(actually no I think I’m just a member of the “Ren Fucks and sometimes it’s Hatesex” club)

9. A character that you want to cosplay/have already cosplayed?

I had plans to cosplay Ranmaru a couple months ago bc it’s really not much of a stretch for my wardrobe, haha, but I dunno about that anymore! Part of it was wanting the Euphoria of looking like a tough, twunky, princely anime character but tbqh I’m already that every day of my life so

I suppose if you were to pull my leg I’d go for cosplaying Van, mostly because I wanna try that mullet on for myself.

10. Favorite side character?

TOMO!! LOVE U BITCH WHEN WILL I HEAR U SINGGGGGG

11. Your favorite solo song?

god this is horrible how can I decide??? so many good ones??? I think it’s a draw between Top Star Revolution, No. 1, Brand New Melody, Wild Soul, Seien Brave Heart, and Junketsu Nara Ai ~Aspiration~ ???

12. Your favorite duet song?

HMMMMM again too many good ones. Three-way tie between Haru Hana, NorthWind and SunShine, and Original Resonance!

13. Your favorite trio song?

Ahhh Dream More than Love is really nostalgic bc it’s the first Utapri song I really loved, but i gotta be real. It’s just Egoistic. There’s just no getting better than Egoistic

14. Your favorite group song?

mmmm i’m be basic. Poison Kiss

15. Your least favorite song?

I love Ai and Shouta Aoi’s incredible voice but......I’m really not a fan of super slow, overly-saccharine songs. u__u so A.I. really, really doesn’t land with me, much less so than easygoing (like Knocking on the Mind) or somber (like Winter Blossom) songs.

16. Your favorite singer?

ranran...it’s always ranran...

(I do also adore Natsuki’s and Camus’s voices! I tend to like deeper, richer vocal qualities, but you just can’t beat Ranmaru’s subtle growls and high-energy rock!!!! <3)

17. Your favorite group/trio/duo?

god what combo of these idiots DONT i love? I could watch Reiji prank and tease Ranmaru all fuckin day, and I also really like it when Ran’s at his most ‘tuff big bro-y’ with, like, Ai, Otoya, and Cecil!!! but honestly I do like how the Ran/Masa/Ren trio isn’t so straightforward and is more or less held together by a thin string of professionalism, there’s something i appreciate about not forcing ppl to just bury the hatchet and be Perfect Friends but you all can still care about each other? (Ranmaru needs to be nicer to them still but...)

i need to suggest one that isn’t ranmaru centric fjdsioafjsa i fuckin love Soccer Buds (otosyo) and I loooooove it when Otoya and Cecil are good to each other!!!

18. Your favorite member of Starish?

they’re all my favorite but if you REALLY had to make me pick.....Masato, probably, haha. I just...if you take yourself too seriously and care so much about everything but still know how to be Nasty how can I not love you???

19. Your favorite member of Quartet Night?

what do you fuckin think, hoss

20. Your favorite member of Heavens?

I mentioned earlier I don’t really know Heavens well, so ofc this is all liable to change! But off the bat I love what a conniving yet wholesome bastard Eiichi is and Van is just the kinda guy I would rib and pal around with IRL!!

21. Your favorite seiyuu/voice actor?

Ahhh that’s tough! I love all these goofbags, and Tattsun really is just so cool and makes music I’m pretty about. But I think I gotta give it to Suwabe, his performances are always so him but still pretty varied, and how can you not adore a man who loves his chihuahuas that much???

(if i’m being 100% honest Tattsun lost points bc he voices my absolute least favorite character in granblue ffjsfjisda)

22. Favorite Drama CD?

HMMMMMMM see as a certified Giant Tool for Everything Mecha and silly and extra, I enjoyed the hell out of Polaris, but it really suffers from a lack of Ranmaru in my humble fuckin opinion lmao. So even though I’m not one for pirate stuff most of the time, I gotta give it to Pirates of the Frontier!! I really loved Ranmaru and Otoya’s dynamic in that one, and Camus was juuuuust the right amount of shitheel, too.

I haven’t heard the whole thing but that thing from Egoistic where Natsuki squeezes Ranmaru to death and Eiichi’s just like ‘WUAHAHAHAHAH’ is also the mcfuckin best.

23. Your favorite shining live card?

CAN’T PICK

HOW COULD I POSSIBLY PICK?????????? LIKE??? I love the fucking dumb, dumb, dumb ostentatiousness of Evil Villains, I LOVE a good heel, and I also worked so so hard to t1 that event and had a lot of fun doing it!! But also, I just love his big smile and all the energy and mixed prints from Fortune and Prosperity, and it was literally the first time I ever got the exact card I was rolling for in a gacha on the last pull I had left!! (He also came home during a time I was really going through some shit, and ngl it rescued me a little bit!) but AHHHH Soulful Bass also came out right around my birthday, I love all the textures in the outfit and it’s generally the most My Aesthetique thing Utapri has ever released!!! And god, I just love it when he’s so confident and in his element like this, it sets me on FIRE to see him light up the stage wurghjgfj ;___; They all make me just want to HUG SO MUCH ARGGHHHHH

24. Your favorite song beatmap?

Ahhh I think Shining Live really has great beatmaps across the board so that’s a tough pick! Almost all of them are super fun in their own way, but I think I gotta hand it to Wild Soul, Top Star Revolution, and Innocent Wind!

25. Your least favorite song beatmap?

A.I. u__u Sorry, Ai...it’s just not fun for me.

26. Black Deja Vu or White Gravity?

Actually I’m really glad for this question bc I’ve been so busy lately I hadn’t given myself the time to really check them out! checking .........

and yep. Black Deja Vu. (I mean...Ranmaru is on it, haha.) But I’m so about this. Love this heavier sound and all these harmonies, this is so juicy. (White Gravity also absolutely kicks ass though!! I’m really liking that voice group, it’s making especially good use of those higher registers!)

27. Utapri merch that you own/want?

Honestly I don’t have much u__u Not a lot of Utapri merch is my thing...you know? I’m mostly shopping for Ran merch if I’m getting any, but I’m very picky about how he gets drawn? Keeping his toughness and a particular clothing style about him is so essential, haha, and barely anything hits that sweet spot for me. But I will say I adored the whole ‘My Favorite Things’ series, and if I had the budget and space atm I’d love to get some of the Ran goodies from that line!

28. How did you get into Utapri?

I first heard about it through some acquaintances from cosplay before Quartet Night was a thing. It didn’t appeal enough to my heavy metal ass to make me drop everything and try it, but I did have an interest in it I couldn’t explain and I’d always intended on trying it out. (especially after I got into Love Live and idol anime for a bit.) But it was Shining Live that got me! And I really only downloaded Shining Live because I was super exhausted after a business trip, didn’t want to leave bed once I got back home, and just wanted to sink my teeth in something new I could enjoy for hours while lying down, haha.

29. A set theme in shining live that you want to see in the future?

This will surprise nobody, but something tougher. More rock, more punk, more metal. I want all of them in studs and spikes and leather, and I want less polish. More rough!

I’d also love a wrestler set complete with who’s-a-heel-who’s-a-face but that’s a pipe dream and a half, lmao.

30. Why do you love your best boy?

Oh boy.

I think he’s this powerhouse of a human bean who can face a ton of pain and meet it with a big middle finger. And that middle finger is chasing after ambitious dreams, of spreading the power and soul of the same music that made me who I am and influences so much of my work, but also being ... you know, smart about it? He’s an idol because like, sure, maybe it’s not the OG dream, but you can’t dream if you’re dead, and you also deserve to give yourself a life and platform to share some of who you are, and you can do a lot of good with that, too. (And I won’t lie, I respect the drama of a man who takes his hair that seriously and commits so hard to the aesthetic he wears fuckin mismatched contacts i just. charm point )

But at the same time....I don’t know, this might sound presumptuous, but. I think. I just think he’d think I’m as neat as I think he is. I’m an ambitious, passionate person, too, and I also furiously stick to my ideals, and I also love the same kind of soul of music he does. I lean a little more metal than I do rock, but I think that’s nice, like sharing it has that ‘alike but different’ kind of familiarity and novelty all at once. Sometimes it’s tough sharing just how deeply rock and metal have sculpted me and my artwork (and therefore my career), bc it’s so deeply personal to me, and sometimes there’s weird elitism/misogyny/racism to deal with, too. But. The way he talks about rock, the way he describes the passion and how it transcends identity and is just a pure rush of power and sharing your feelings..................it just feels like he Gets it the same way I do. Just that unspoken, burning passion and understanding. I know it sounds weird to feel that strongly over just a music genre, but I just vibe with how to him, it really isn’t ‘just’ a music genre. I feel more accepting of myself for it, and I’d like to think he’d be real proud of himself for that.

And listen, like....I’m very sentimental, but I really don’t like saccharine, flowery, romantic kinds of affection to be lavished on me. Just be straightforward but also a little tsun about it fjdsjfas and ..... those are the kind of feelings I can accept. And that’s the way Ranmaru is, and it’s also grounded in the kind of reality that I don’t like to be swept away from. He’s just so cool and hardworking and unwavering in his passion, it makes it easier for me to do the same despite all the bumps in the road. This got real long but Ran’s a cool dude, haha, I got a lot of positives to say.

Anyways, I never tag folks for these things, but I love seeing everyone’s answers! If you see this and wanna fill it, feel free to count this as a tag from me :) I know this got real long, but with 30 questions how could it not haha? Thanks for reading and sticking around!

#iron maiden & rocka rolla #memery #long post

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camillemontespan · 6 years ago

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williamsburg [AU. drake walker x mc]

This is a follow up to my fic Skinny Cappuccino with an Extra Shot

People had been wondering if there would be a follow up so here we go - I hope you guys enjoy just as much!

Cute fluff.

@jovialyouthmusic @sirbeepsalot @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7 @drakesensworld @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @dcbbw @be-still-my-aching-heart @carabeth @iplaydrake @notoriouscs @ifyouseekheart

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Friday night

Drake had been trying to focus on his shift. The bar was busy, full of the usual regulars, and there had been enough to potentially keep him occupied, but he had been distracted.

Camille had said she would be coming to the bar at 9pm and Drake felt pathetic that he had been clock watching. It was 9.20pm now and he had been getting a little nervous.

He didn’t know this woman. Not really. All he knew was that she was a Paralegal for the biggest law firm in the city and she liked a skinny cappuccino with an extra shot. She could be a crazy cat lady for all he knew.

Drake was terrified of cats.

He bent down to organise the glasses down below the bar; he would have to wash them again as Kiara had skimped on doing it properly. He stood up and practically jumped out of his skin when he came face to face with Camille.

‘Hey Drake,’ she greeted him, a mega-watt smile on her face. Drake blushed, which he realised was a common occurrence every time he saw her. He smiled back. ‘Hey Camille. Didn’t think you were gonna show.’

She frowned. ‘Of course I was.’ She sounded so certain, so assured. Drake felt silly now. Of course she was going to show. Don’t doubt her again.

‘What do you want to drink?’ he asked her, remembering he was a bartender.

‘Hmm.. bottle of Desperados please.’

‘Really?’ he said, his mouth quirking up in the corner. ‘Took you for a classy drinker.’

She laughed warmly. ‘This is a dive bar. You got to have beer in a dive bar.’ Drake couldn’t argue with that logic. He unscrewed the bottle and handed it to her, watching her take a swig. He studied her. She looked as elegant and put together as usual; she was wearing a white off the shoulder sweater and her hair was pulled up into a bun. Silver rings with blue topaz stones decorated her index and middle fingers on her right hand. Topaz was Drake’s favourite stone; his grandmothers engagement ring was topaz and she had given it to him before she died, making him promise to give it to the right woman when the time was right.

‘You like topaz?’ he asked, gesturing to her rings. Camille blushed. ‘I love topaz gemstones.’

Oh god, marry the girl.

Drake pushed the thought of his head. He was being ridiculous. ‘So, I schlepped across town to get here so I think you should make this worth my while,’ she said cheekily. ‘Tell me about yourself, Drake Walker,’ Camille said, her eyes penetrating his. Drake felt his heart sink. He knew this was coming. ‘I’m not that interesting, really.’

Camille rolled her eyes. ‘Come on, tell me...where you grew up, brothers, sisters, school?’

A customer came up to the bar and asked for a whiskey. Drake poured him a measure before turning his attention back to Camille. ‘I’m from Texas.’

‘Ooh, a cowboy.’

‘Ha, I wish. We have a ranch. Um, my dad died, sister left, mom suffers from depression. Pretty shit to be honest..’

There was a silence between them. This was why Drake hated talking about himself; his life was a shit show. Camille reached out and touched his hand; her touch burned. ‘I’m sorry.’

Drake smiled weakly. ‘It’s okay. I’ve dealt with it. Anyway, tell me about you.’

She took a deep gulp of her beer. ‘New Yorker born and bred. Parents died when I was five. Heroin. Raised by my grandmother. No siblings, just me.’

It was Drake’s turn to feel bad for her now. ‘That’s shit, Camille.’

Camille shrugged. ‘I’ve dealt with it.’

Drake took out two shot glasses and poured a measure of whiskey into both of them. He handed Camille one and raised his own. ‘To dealing with it.’

Camille grinned and knocked her glass against his. ‘Let’s play Never Have I Ever! Lighten the mood a little.’

‘Eh.. I’m working?’

‘So?’

Drake was about to speak when he heard someone shout his name. ‘Walker!’

He looked across the bar and saw Leo sauntering towards him. Drake groaned. Now was not the time to see his friend. He loved Leo, in his own weird way, but he really just wanted to talk to Camille. Camille looked over her shoulder and watched as Leo sat down beside her. ‘The usual please, bar keep!’ Leo said. He looked over and saw Camille.

‘Hey, it’s Cappuccino Girl!’

Camille blinked. ‘Sorry.. what?’

‘You come into our coffee shop all the time. Gotta say, thought coffee was all you existed on. Good to see you also like beer. Also, my buddy here is in love with you-’

‘Leo!’ Drake hissed, turning beetroot red. Camille pressed her lips together, holding in laughter, as Leo nudged her with his shoulder. ‘Do me a favour and go out with him. I swear, he’s a stand up guy. Very sweet, very loyal, absolute gentleman. He’s from Texas you know, it’s in his blood.’

Drake covered his eyes with his hand. ‘Leo, if you don’t stop being a cuntsatchel right now..’ he groaned.

Leo’s eyes widened in mock shock. ‘Shhh, don’t say the C word in front of the lady!’

Camille looked at Leo, her eyebrow raised. ‘You are a bit of a cuntsatchel.’

Drake chuckled and his eyes met Camille’s; she winked at him. Leo raised his hands, shaking his head. ‘I see how it is. You both ganging up on me. That’s the start of the romance right there. A camaraderie.’

Drake kept his head down, trying to hide his smile. He handed Leo a pint of beer and Leo grinned at Drake. He was always joking around, never serious. Leo was harmless. ‘So, Cappuccino Girl, you seem pretty classy. Looks like wine bars are more your thing. Why are you here in this shithole?’

‘I wanted to see Drake,’ she replied honestly. ‘I like him, so yeah..’

‘Hear that Drake? She likes you,’ Leo told him with a knowing smile. Drake blushed more and Camille giggled. ‘He seems like a sweetheart.’

Leo placed a hand on his chest. ‘Ah Cappuccino Girl, you are correct! He is a sweetheart! A big marshmallow of a sweetheart!’

‘You’ve now reached peak cuntsatchel,’ Drake told him dryly, pouring another customer a drink. Leo took a handful of peanuts and shot some into his mouth. ‘You love me really, Walker.’

‘I actually hate you.’

‘Ah he shoots me down even more!’ Leo wailed. He was very dramatic. Camille snorted, which Drake heard and thought was adorable.

‘Hey Drake.’

‘Kiara, I see you’ve finally showed up for your shift,’ Drake replied. Kiara rolled her eyes and entered the bar area. She looked at Camille and Leo. ‘Leo, this your new girlfriend? Girl, you can do so much better.’

Camille’s eyes flashed to Drake’s for a moment before she said, ‘I know I can.’

‘Kiara, I thought you loved me,’ Leo said, a wounded expression on his face. Kiara laughed shortly. ‘You think everyone is in love with you.’

She proceeded to cut limes. Drake and Kiara got on well, but she was a bit too.. rebellious for him. She was always late to work, she wore fishnet tights under her denim shorts with t-shirts cut to show off her stomach so that her bellybutton piercing was always on show and she had a purple streak through her hair. She had been arrested once for shoplifting.

Everyone thought Drake and Kiara would become a thing, just because everyone misunderstood Drake. They saw a dark, brooding, quiet guy and assumed he was a tortured artist type. He really wasn’t. Drake never let anyone get close, but if he did, they would discover that he loved to laugh, he was kind, very well mannered and was a softie on the inside.

He didn’t want a rebellious girl who got arrested. He wanted someone who was mature, sweet, easygoing. Someone like the woman sat in front of him right now.

Kiara and Leo continued to spar until Leo drained his pint. ‘Right, I’m off home,’ he announced. ‘Kiara, coming to mine after you finish?’

‘No chance,’ she replied bluntly. Leo smirked and turned to Camille. ‘Good to see you, Cappuccino Girl. Hopefully see you with Drake soon.’

Drake threw a dishcloth at him. Leo stuck out his tongue and swaggered out of the bar. Kiara busied herself cleaning tables and warding off the advances from drunk patrons.

‘So,’ Camille said, breaking the quiet. ‘I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Beaumont Bash with me?’

Drake clenched the edge of the bar. ‘Oh hell.. I’m not really great at events like that. Stuffy corporate people..’

‘Are you saying I’m a stuffy corporate person?’ she asked. Drake’s eyes widened. ‘No! You’re awesome, I didn’t mean-’

‘Drake, I’m kidding,’ she said, smiling. ‘Well, it’s not a normal corporate event. For one thing, the Beaumonts are legendary for their parties. They hired lions last time. They really shake things up, they’re not your typical law firm.. plus, it would be nice to spend time with you.’

Drake blushed again.

‘You’re cute when you blush,’ she teased. Drake shook his head. ‘You have a habit of making me do it.’

‘I enjoy it.’

There was a heated moment where they just looked at each other, their eyes meeting. Drake could see that her brown eyes had flecks of gold, like an owl. She was gorgeous. ‘Do I have to wear a suit?’ he asked.

Camille grinned, taking that to mean he was going. ‘You will, sorry. But hey, it’s an open bar, so you should be in your element.’

‘I do love an open bar..’

‘And me!’

‘I do love-’ He broke off and Camille burst out laughing. ‘Okay, that’s sorted then. It’s tomorrow night at the Empire Hotel. We tend to host our parties in other venues, makes it feel less office, more glamorous.’

‘Cool. I’ll meet you there?’

‘Actually, I was thinking you could pick me up?’

Drake blinked and saw she was serious. ‘Like a date?’

She shrugged. ‘If that’s what the kids are calling it these days...’

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She stayed at the bar until Drake finished his shift. Even though it was 2am, she was still bright eyed and showed no sign of tiredness. She was bursting with vitality and sunshine and Drake wished he could find a way to bottle it up for himself.

‘It was good to see you tonight,’ he told her, biting the bullet. Camille smiled. They left the bar. The air was colder now and Drake saw her shiver. ‘You want my jacket?’ he asked. She looked up at him. ‘I don’t want you to get cold.’

‘Nah, think nothing of it,’ he said and he shrugged his jacket off and placed it on her shoulders. She wrapped it around herself and they walked in comfortable silence down the street.

‘Where do you live?’ he asked her.

‘SoHo.’

‘Jesus, you’re miles from here!’

‘I told you, I schlepped across town to see you!’ she said, her eyes shining brightly. Drake looked down at her as she looked straight ahead and his heart felt quite full. She had gone across the bridge to his work. Something about that made him feel.. worthy. Like she saw something in him. Something good.

They continued to walk, Camille looking up at the buildings they passed. ‘You know, I’ve always wanted to own a brownstone..’ she mused.

‘They are nice buildings,’ Drake agreed. ‘Expensive though.’

‘Ha, you got that right. Maybe one day. I’ll have settled down, reached the top of my career, have a cute dog..’

‘I don’t see why you can’t have those things,’ he told her quietly. She looked at him now. ‘Maybe a nice guy to binge watch Netflix shows with.’

‘I don’t see why you can’t have that either.’

There was a loaded silence and Drake closed his eyes. He really, really wanted to hold her hand. That was all. If it had been Leo, he would have grabbed Camille at the first opportunity and kissed her in a door frame before inviting her back to his ‘for a nightcap.’

Drake wasn’t like that. Drake liked to be romantic. He liked to make the girl feel special, he liked to cuddle, he liked to hold hands. But he wouldn’t tell anyone that. It was embarrassing.

Her fingers brushed his, as if she could read his mind. Drake felt like it was an electric shock; he wanted to feel it again. Their fingers continued brushing against each others until Camille intertwined hers with his.

They were holding hands.

Don’t blow it, Walker.

‘I can get a taxi,’ she told him. ‘I mean, it’s an hours walk. I don’t want your feet getting tired.’

Drake didn’t give a shit about his feet. He wanted this night to never end. He wanted to keep holding her hand and talking about brownstones and cute dogs. ‘I want to walk you home.’

She looked up at him, surprise on her face, which was quickly replaced by a happy grin. ‘Okay. But you get a taxi back, you hear?’

‘Yes ma’am.’

They wandered across Williamsburg Bridge, still holding hands. Drake took in the sight of the glittering skyscrapers which highlighted the night sky and he had never felt so content in all of his life. Camille snuggled into him as they walked and they chatted about everything and nothing. Their jobs, their favourite places in the city, their favourite food, who would win in a fight: Leo or Kiara (definitely Kiara) and about Camille’s grandmother.

They talked non-stop with no silences and the walk went by quickly. Drake hadn’t realised they had reached her door until she stopped and took out her keys. It was on a quiet leafy street with an Italian bistro next door and a flower shop across the road. ‘This is nice,’ Drake said.

Camille smiled. ‘It’s no brownstone but it’ll do me for now.’

There was now a silence. If it was Leo, he would be negotiating getting upstairs. But Drake wasn’t like that. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Pick you up at 7.’

Camille watched him for a moment, studying him. ‘I like you, Drake Walker,’ she said softly, her mouth quirking up in the corner. Drake ran a hand through his hair and shuffled on his feet awkwardly. ‘I guess I am pretty nice.’

She chuckled and moved forward slowly. Her eyes met his and he lost himself in the brown and gold flecks. Tentatively, he moved his hand to graze a finger across her jawline. She kept her gaze on him as his hand reached to behind her head and slowly, he leaned down to kiss her.

She tasted of watermelon lip balm and her hair smelled of coconut. She was summer personified. He felt her wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer and the kiss deepened.

They broke apart reluctantly. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ he told her again, unable to hide his happy grin. Camille squeezed his hand. ‘Looking forward to it, Walker.’

‘Goodnight, Camille.’

She took off his jacket and gave it back to him, before waving and letting herself into the apartment. Drake sighed happily and began to walk down the street. He knew she had told him to get a taxi but he decided he would walk back to Williamsburg. He wanted to relive the night in his head. He could smell her perfume in his jacket. As he walked back along the bridge, he looked back at the skyscrapers behind him and felt like the world was now his.

#drake walker #drake walker x mc #fluff #trr fanfic #the royal romance

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ask-percy-jason-nico-will · 7 years ago

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Can you do a scene where all four of them get in a really big argument with a fluffy ending? Plz?

When Percy woke up that morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day.

They had all gone out shopping the other night, no specific reason in particular but everyone had been working especially hard lately, they all agreed they needed some relaxation time. Only they didn’t get it. No, the universe instead gifted them with a group of particularly nasty empousai. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured but they all ended up coming back home tired, bruised and irritated to no end.

Clearly, the lack of sleep last night did not help that irritation dissipate.

When Percy walked into the kitchen, all three of his boyfriends were already awake and milling around the kitchen, looking more grumpy than the Grumpy Cat meme himself. Even Jason, who usually tried his best to hide any negative emotions due to his upbringing, was sitting at the table with his nose buried in the newspaper, bags under his eyes and his jaw clenched so tight that it almost looked painful. Percy grimaced and turned to look at Nico and Will, trying to have a silent conversation to see if they should do anything to help Jason, but neither was paying attention to him.

Will’s curls looked like a bird’s nest that had gone through a tropical storm and he was scowling down at some paperwork from…the infirmary? Was he going back to work already? Oh come on, they all agreed on no work until they got some proper relaxation time, Will seriously couldn’t think that their miserable shopping trip counted! They didn’t even get that cool shark onesie that Percy had been begging for! Percy looked over to Nico, hoping for at least some positive energy to help him make the others feel better but no such luck. Nico seemed to be the most upset out of them all, having retreated into one of his ‘I am the Mighty Ghost king!!! Touch me and you die!!!!!!’ moods. He stood by the coffee machine, practically glaring at it as if that would make it work faster. When he saw Nico finally take his cup of coffee and drink it pure black, without adding at least twenty sugar cubes like he usually did, Percy knew this day wouldn’t be easy for any of them.

Then Nico tried to retreat back to the bedroom with his cup, making Will look up and direct his scowl at him, and it all went downhill from there.

“Where are you going?”

“Bedroom.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“No.“

"You need to eat, Nico! How do you expect to be healthy when you don’t even take basic care of your body?!”

“You need to stop being so fucking condescending, Will! I’m not a child anymore, don’t treat me like one!”

“If you want me to treat you like an adult then maybe you should act like one! I can’t help being condescending when you keep-”

“What the hell are you trying to say?!”

“The gods damn truth-"

"Oh, you pezzo di merda- ”

“Can you two please shut up?! I have a headache so for the love of Jupiter, don’t yell over stupid things. I swear you guys are more immature than the kids in my elementary class.” Jason growled out, putting his newspaper down with more force than Percy considered necessary and rubbed at his temples. Unfortunately, Nico’s defence mechanisms had already been triggered and Percy knew how he tended to lash out when they were. He moved forward to try and do damage control before anything else happened but Nico was already speaking, giving Jason a mocking bow.

“Oh forgive me, most noble Praetor, I didn’t realize that you were so above us, that we’re nothing more than annoying children to you."

"That’s not what I said-”

“Gods, can you not be fucking rude? He just said he has a headache-”

“Oh, so you’re on his side, huh? What is this, pick on Nico day?!"

Percy watched helplessly as his boyfriends dissolved into a pointless argument, hurling jabs and insults at each other without thinking twice. And everyone said he was the impulsive one. He knew he had to do something before anyone said anything that would actually be hurtful, so he stepped forward and slammed his palms down on the table, loud enough to grab their attention. He had to take a moment to strengthen his resolve when three pairs of angry eyes bored into him but he managed to stand his ground, trying his best to give them an easygoing smile.

"Guys, calm down for a moment and stop fighting. You’re all being idiots right now. Come on, let’s take a few deep breaths, make some blue pancakes-” He started, only to be cut off harshly by Jason.

“Blue- Percy can you stop thinking about your food for one minute?! You’re not helping if you don’t have any useful to say then just be quiet.” He hissed out and oh. That hurt. Percy knew he was oblivious, knew he could be too much of a goofball at times but he hated when people thought that meant he was stupid. That he couldn’t possibly have any smart or important ideas. He hated it. Jason knew that. They all knew that. He looked to Will and Nico for support but they were too busy brooding or glaring at the ground. He clenched his hands into fists and took a step back. He saw something flicker in Jason’s eyes as if he’d snapped out of whatever pissy trance he’d been in and was about to apologize but Percy was done.

“Fuck you guys. I’m leaving.” He spat out, before grabbing his coat and putting on his shoes, slamming the door behind him as he left.

When Percy left the house, he was fuming. He couldn’t believe how much his boyfriends were acting like utter jerks. So he decided to hell with them! If they thought he was so bad then so be it! He didn’t need them! He was even going to buy that shark onesie just to spite them! Ha! Take that Jason!

Then about an hour later, after mindlessly roaming the mall, Percy started to feel lonely. He was still upset about what happened, don’t get him wrong, but he also still loved his boyfriends. The entire fight had just been a bunch of misdirected stress, none of them had meant anything they said. At this point, it would be silly to hold a grudge against what happened. Plus Percy wanted cuddles. So he went home.

The sight that greeted him at home was one that he was expecting. His boyfriends all curled up on opposite sides of the living room; Jason sitting on the armchair with his head in his hands, Will curled up with his knees to his chest on the loveseat while Nico was on the couch, wrapped in a burrito of blankets. He couldn’t see Jason’s face but Will and Nico’s eyes were red and puffy. Percy’s heart hurt seeing them like that, knowing they had been crying so he took it upon himself to lighten the mood, stepping forward and clearing his throat.

Three pairs of sad eyes looked at him in surprise. Jason’s were red-rimmed as well and Percy’s urge to comfort swelled up even more so he spoke.

“Alright well…I was doing a lot of thinking while I was out and I realized I didn’t need to listen to you guys so I’ve decided to screw this-” He started, only to be cut off by a loud wail, Nico practically shooting out of his blanket burrito and latching himself around Percy’s waist as he burst into tears.

“No! No no, Percy, please! I’m sorry, please don’t leave us, Percy, I love you, you can’t-” Nico practically begged, starting to shake with how hard he was crying. Percy stared at him in shock, looking over at Jason and Will to see if they knew what was going on. Only to see Will look like he had been struck speechless, his eyes quickly filling with tears while Jason was standing now, his expression horrified before it turned desperately pleading, reaching out a trembling hand towards Percy who was now glancing around at all three of them with growing alarm. He thought back over his words to try and figure out what he had said, before realizing he had made it sound like he was breaking up with them. Oops.

“No! No, no no no, I’m not breaking up with you guys! Don’t worry! I meant I didn’t have to listen to you guys yesterday! When we were shopping!” He gently pushed Nico away a bit so he could show them the shopping bag he’d hidden behind his back. Then he fumbled a bit with the plastic before revealing the shark onesie in all its glory. “See?! Shark onesie!” He explained hurriedly.

The three of them stared at the onesie in disbelief. Then Will slumped into the cushions in relief, Jason managing a fond, albeit shaky smile while Nico burst into some sort of sobbing laughter, very insistently tugging Percy down onto the couch and snuggling close to him. Jason and Will joined them as well, the four of them smushing together into one big cuddle pile.

There was a lot of touching, they all had the overwhelming need to make sure that everyone was there. Apologies were whispered, nobody wanting the others to take their past words to heart. When Nico nestled his face into the crook of his neck, Percy held him tightly. When Will moved to lay across all three of their laps, Percy ran his fingers through his hair. When Jason pressed a kiss to the top of his head, Percy leaned into him and kissed his cheek.

He knew they would have to have a proper talk about this later. They always agreed to talk about what went wrong during their fights since it never helped them to sweep everything under the rug. It allowed too many doubts and insecurities to fester that way.

But right now, Percy was more than content to just be there with his shark onesie, his cuddles and his three beautiful boyfriends. They were going to be okay.

#prompts #percy #jason #will #nico #jason/percy/nico/will

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thoughtfuloperatorcowboypalace · 7 years ago

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After fight cuddles

When Percy woke up that morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day.

Clearly, the lack of sleep last night did not help that irritation dissipate.

Then Nico tried to retreat back to the bedroom with his cup, making Will look up and direct his scowl at him, and it all went downhill from there.

“Where are you going?”

“Bedroom.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“No.“

“You need to eat, Nico! How do you expect to be healthy when you don’t even take basic care of your body?!”

“You need to stop being so fucking condescending, Will! I’m not a child anymore, don’t treat me like one!”

“If you want me to treat you like an adult then maybe you should act like one! I can’t help being condescending when you keep-”

“What the hell are you trying to say?!”

“The gods damn truth-"

"Oh, you pezzo di merda- ”

“Oh forgive me, most noble Praetor, I didn’t realize that you were so above us, that we’re nothing more than annoying children to you."

"That’s not what I said-”

“Gods, can you not be fucking rude? He just said he has a headache-”

“Oh, so you’re on his side, huh? What is this, pick on Nico day?!"

“Fuck you guys. I’m leaving.” He spat out, before grabbing his coat and putting on his shoes, slamming the door behind him as he left.

Three pairs of sad eyes looked at him in surprise. Jason’s were red-rimmed as well and Percy’s urge to comfort swelled up even more so he spoke.

But right now, Percy was more than content to just be there with his shark onesie, his cuddles and his three beautiful boyfriends. They were going to be okay.

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aresaphrodites · 8 years ago

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To B.C. I Still Love You - Chapter Five

WARNING: Drug use in this chapter.

Sad excerpt due to listening to Fix You by Coldplay while writing.

I’m so sorry.

Tears are streaming down her face. She’s sobbing into my chest and I’m holding her as tightly as possible. I wish I could take away all of her pain, all of the sadness and hurt she feels. I’d do anything to make sure that she never feels this way again.

“I’m sorry,” is all I tell her because it’s all I can say. It’s the only thing I can offer her right now and it’s not enough. I know it’s not enough, but I wish it was. “I’m so sorry.”

“He’s gone,” she cries out. “He’s gone, I can’t…” her cries turn into heart wrenching screams, it’s the worst sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life. Each cry makes my heart clench more and more until I’m crying along with her.

“I got you,” I whisper into her hair as I shut my eyes tightly, willing my tears to stop. “I’m here.”

She’s crying and it’s a terrible situation, an unbearable one, but she still looks so beautiful. This beautiful, broken girl is in my arms and no matter what I do, I know I can’t make this better. This is the one thing I can’t fix.

“Make it stop,” she cries into my chest, “make it stop.”

“Baby, I can’t. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do,” I say brokenly.

“Fix me,” she begs. “Fix me.”

For three days Jughead paces his apartment, wondering if he should go see Betty. He repeats Archie’s advice in his head over and over again like a prayer. He thinks of all the possible outcomes that could come out of this. He thinks of all the ways it could end.

On Tuesday night, he puts on a coat and walks over to his front door. He just stares at the doorknob before shaking his head and turning away, going back to his room.

Early Wednesday morning, he gets dressed and actually opens his front door before shutting it again and walking back over to his couch.

In the end he doesn’t see her.

He paces his apartment for three days straight, taking Archie’s words into account, wondering if he should just suck it up and see her. But he doesn’t.

He does exactly what a coward would do and he stays locked up in his apartment. Los Angeles may be a big city but he knows that with the way fate seems to have it out for him, he’d see her if he just tried to go get some coffee down the street.

He knows he’s being a coward, but he can’t help it. A part of him does want to talk to her, to ask her all of the questions flowing through his mind, but a bigger part of him is too scared to even look her way.

As cool and cruel as he tried to be at the signing, he was surprised he didn’t immediately fall to his knees in front of her and beg for her back right there and then. Why should he beg for her, though? He wasn’t the one who left her. He didn’t break her heart. He shouldn’t even want her back at all, but he’d be lying if he said a part of him didn’t.

Betty Cooper was his first love. Maybe she was destined to be his only love if the other night at the club was anything to go by. He wasn’t sure what this meant for his future. Maybe he’d live a lonely life. That’s okay. Tons of people do it all the time. Why was he any different? Why should Jughead get a happy ending? What had he ever done to deserve one?

Wednesday night at 11:43 PM, Archie sends him a simple text that leaves him feeling even more shitty than he already did.

I’m sorry things didn’t work out.

That’s all the text says and Jughead doesn’t even respond back. Betty must be back in Riverdale already. He wonders what she told Archie and Veronica. He knows that the reason things didn’t work out this time was because he refused to see her. He knows that this time it’s his fault. But what was there to even work out? What could Betty have possibly told him that would make the past five years okay?

It doesn’t matter now. There’s no reason for him to sit around and think about what could have been. Now he can continue on with his life just like he had before; not exactly happy, but content. He could do this.

He takes a walk Thursday afternoon. The loud city takes his mind off of things as he takes in the world around him. He stops at his favorite cafe and orders coffee and a bagel. He doesn’t pay attention to the taste and he finishes before he even realize it. His movements are forced that entire day. He goes through the motions throughout the day, but he doesn’t pay attention to any of it. He doesn’t know when he got home or how he cooked dinner or what it even tasted like. He doesn’t remember watching his favorite show before bed. He doesn’t really take any of it in. He feels like a robot.

Friday is better.

On Friday he wakes up to a text from Reggie saying that he wants to go out to the club that night. Usually Jughead would be against this, especially since his last clubbing experience was a wreck, but he agrees. He won’t drink, he doesn’t even want to get drunk, but it’ll be nice to leave the house with a friend. Reggie is the exact kind of person he needs to be with right now; someone easygoing and fun that’ll make things a little better.

He spends the day watching cooking shows and cleaning. It’s uneventful; it’s a normal day. When Reggie picks him up, he’s more than excited to be leaving his apartment. The car ride is full of conversation about his best friend’s latest conquest and Jughead hardly pays attention, only adding in commentary when needed.

The club is packed when they finally arrive. There’s a line outside and he feels bad for the people who have to stand in it. Being Reggie’s friend has its perks. There were no waiting lines when your name was Reggie Mantle and Jughead took great pleasure in being his plus one.

“I want a drink. What do you want?”

Jughead tells him to get him a coke. Reggie rolls his eyes but nods anyway. They sit in a VIP booth towards the back of the club. Some of Reggie’s friends are already there and they greet Jughead as if they’ve known him for years. He doesn’t even know any of their names.

It isn’t long before Reggie leaves to the dance floor with a pretty redhead, leaving Jughead alone with random people he doesn’t know. He doesn’t mind though. The booth he’s sitting in is comfortable and he can feel the bass of the music flowing through him and it’s nice. Everything is nice.

For a while.

One of the guy’s sitting at the booth whispers something to the girl next to him, who smirks and pulls a tiny capsule out of her bag. Jughead watches as she opens the silver capsule and pours its contents onto a makeup mirror sitting on the table.

“You want some?”

He isn’t aware that she’s speaking to him until the guy next to him nudges him.

“You want some, man?” He asks.

He’s never actually seen it in person before, but he isn’t stupid. He knows what’s sitting in front of him. It’s cocaine. It’s actually fucking cocaine. These people are doing coke in the middle of a nightclub like it’s no big deal. The girl takes a hundred dollar bill out of her purse and rolls it up. The guy next to her is cutting lines, nice and neatly, he makes it look like a fucking art form and Jughead can’t stop watching them.

He watches as the girl snorts two long lines and then he watches as the guy next to her does the same.

“Want some, Jughead?”

He doesn’t know how the girl knows his name, he doesn’t remember introducing himself. She’s staring at him with a lazy smile and brown glazed over eyes.

“Dude, try some, this shit is so dope,” the guy says as he grins widely at Jughead, looking almost manic.

“I don’t…” Jughead whispers, trailing off. He doesn’t know what to say. They look so happy. He wants to be that happy. He wants to feel happy. He feels his fingers twitch from where they’re placed on his knees under the table. He could do one line, couldn’t he? It’s not bad if it’s just one line. One line wouldn’t hurt him. Don’t famous people do this kind of thing? He was famous… kind of.

This was a happy drug from what he knew and he just wanted to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy. He would do one line, feel happy, and that would be that.

The girl giggles for absolutely no reason and hands Jughead the hundred dollar bill she rolled up with shaky hands.

“Unless you want something harder,” the guy next to him says with a smirk as if cocaine isn’t hard itself, as if it’s something that everyone does in their free time. “I bet you’re into that hard shit, aren’t you? You definitely look like you like downers.”

“Downers?” Jughead asks as he takes the rolled up bill, staring at it in fascination.

“Yeah, downers, you know, H?”

“H?” He asks, growing more and more confused.

“Heroin, silly,” the girl says with another giggle. She’s shaking her leg uncontrollably under the table and her whole body moves with it. “We can get you some if you want.”

What the fuck. What the fuck?

It’s like someone pours a bucket of ice cold water on him. He looks down at the bill he’s holding, still laced with white power and the mirror covered in coke that somehow ended up in front of him and he blanches.

He drops the dollar bill, not even remembering having grabbed it. He stares down at the mirror in front of him and sees his reflection in it. He doesn’t recognize the person staring back at him. Who was he? There was no way he was about to do what he was just about to do. There’s no way. He would never.

But you almost did, a voice in the back of his head whispers at him. He jumps up from the booth so quickly that everyone give him a confused look.

“Are you okay, man?”

“Yeah,” he says, voice shaky, “I gotta go.”

He all but runs out of the club, flagging down the first cab he can find. He doesn’t remember where he tells the driver to drop him off at, he doesn’t remember even giving him an address. He doesn’t really take in where he’s going until he’s staring at a young woman in a uniform who’s giving him a bored look.

“I need a ticket on your next flight to Riverdale,” is what he tells her.

The lady pops her gum as she types some stuff into a computer before handing him over a ticket.

“You’re in luck, sweets. Your plane leaves in an hour and a half. Last minute plans?” She asks.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I’m going home.”

UP NEXT: Juggie goes to Riverdale. Archie is happy. Veronica is scheming. Reggie is NOT having his shit. AND we get a flashback of the day (AND THE REASON WHY) Betty left him. See you tomorrow. ;)

#bughead #bughead fanfiction

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gemvictorfromtheponyverse · 8 years ago

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Love at first Lizard Chapter One

Surprise! Me and @green-love-paternoster totally tricked you guys, because it’s not actually cancelled! There is 3 planned chapters and today we are presenting chapter Number One!!! Yay!

@idemandaspinoff @zaridaxe @dorvanie

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“Everything is goin’ to be alright, Greeny.” Jenny whispered reassuringly, hugging the travel cage for her chameleon lizard closer. She’d owned ‘Greeny’, as she called him, for little under a week, and already she had to take him to the vet.

Glancing up at the building in front of her, she swallowed audibly. It hadn’t been easy to find a vet that even catered to lizards to begin with, and now that she had found one that claimed to have an in-house reptile expert, she felt nervous. It was not that she was nervous about what they’d think of her, or Greeny, but rather the fact that she had never been to a vet’s office before. She had always hated hospitals, and the vet’s office gave her the same creepy feeling in her gut.

Nonetheless, Greeny needed looking after, and there was nowhere else she could go. Taking one last, deep breath, she grabbed the door and opened it, stepping inside.

The waiting room was small, but cozy, with pictures of delighted animals - mostly dogs and cats, but also a few horses and a rabbit - lining the walls, and a childish jungle themed carpet covered the floor. In the corner, a reception desk had been placed, and serving it was a petite dark haired girl that hardly seemed tall enough to see anything over the counter.

Swallowing loudly once more, Jenny gathered her courage and approached her. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

The girl, who had been absentmindedly drawing doodles on a notebook, instantly looked up upon hearing Jenny’s voice.

She looked at Jenny with big, warm brown eyes and a welcoming smile exclaiming, “Oh, hello there! Aren’t you a delightful surprise, business has been slow today, as you can see.” The girl made a sweeping gesture around the empty waiting room with pen still in hand. “My name’s Clara, how may I help you today?”

Feeling a little more confident thanks to the girl’s cheery attitude, Jenny smiled back. “Hello there. I’m Jenny Flint, and I need someone to look at my lizard? He seems to be a bit ill.” She lifted up the travel cage still in her hands for the girl to see, as if to emphasise her statement. “I heard you help lizards.”

Clara’s smile shrunk a bit as she switched her gaze from Jenny to the lizard huddled inside the carrier cage. The poor thing clearly didn’t seem to be doing so well, since he barely moved within the cage. Clara’s no lizard expert, but she hoped whatever that is wrong with the lizard will get fixed soon.

Clara then glanced back toward Jenny with a slightly sympathetic expression, for she saw that Jenny was genuinely worried about the health of her pet lizard. “You heard correctly indeed! Our certified in-house reptile expert is certainly the best in all of London….but I must warn you that she can be a bit of a grumpy old tightwad sometimes,” added Clara with a mischievous lilt in her tone, an attempt to make Jenny feel more at ease. “If there’s anyone who can figure out the problem with your lizard, it’s her!”

Jenny bit her lip, barely holding back a smile. While the way Clara presented the woman was a bit odd, she sounded good enough. Before she could answer her, however, she was interrupted by another person entering the room.

“Clara! Have you got the file on that dog who…oh.” As the man, a tall brown haired guy in a doctor’s coat, spotted Jenny, he stopped immediately. He was standing just short of the threshold to the waiting room, and casually leaned against the wall as he gave Jenny a once over. “Clara, who’s the new customer?” He smiled, a mischievous and quite silly smile, that almost made Jenny wonder if vets were always this casual.

“John, this is Jenny,” explained Clara, returning an equally exuberant smile to the man in the doorway. “She came here today because her lizard is sick.”

Clara giggled as soon as she said that, which Jenny found quite odd, and the man’s grin seemed to grow even larger, as if this was some kind of inside joke just between the two of them.

“Right! A lizard!” John said enthusiastically, giving Clara another suggestive look. “Two beautiful female specimens for our dear loony lizard lady to take a look at. Oh, Vastra is surely going to be satisfied by this!” His grin was almost covering his entire face now, and Clara looked as though she was struggling very hard not to laugh her head off. What was supposedly so funny about the situation, Jenny didn’t know, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out, either.

Jenny had no idea what to expect next, but her attention soon got caught on the stunningly gorgeous woman that appeared beside John, most likely having been drawn in by all the commotion he and Clara was causing. The mystery woman was tall, about the same height as John. She had brilliantly sharp blue eyes framed behind thin, rounded black glasses, well defined cheekbones and jawline, and there was a strip of green running along the middle of her dark brown hair, which she kept tied in a neat bun. Jenny also noticed the woman’s seemingly impeccable sense of style, consisting of a silken form-fitting purple blouse tucked into her black slacks, and flats on her feet with a slightly raised heel. The woman definitely exuded a distinctive aura of flawless elegance and meticulous professionalism, that was in stark contrast with the easygoing atmosphere projected by the other two employees. Jenny couldn’t help holding in her breath at the awe inspiring sight of the beautiful woman, as something told her that this visit to the vet was going to get a lot more challenging.

The Doctor gave Vastra a far too gleeful look. “Ah, Vastra, glad to see you sticking your head round these parts. We got two fresh female samples for you to look at!” He tried to keep a serious tone, but utterly failed, and Jenny once more found herself confused as to why the doctor was referring to her and her lizard in such a way.

The woman, now identified to be Vastra, appeared to be utterly unimpressed as she shook her head and grumbled, “God grant me the strength to deal with these two foolish comedians without losing my sanity!” Vastra then stepped in closer and peered at Jenny’s lizard in the carrier cage for a moment, before looking back over her shoulder at John to say, “Nice try, Doctor Smith, but this one is a male. Honestly, for you to be a veterinarian, your horrendous grasp of biology troubles me!”

“Oi! I am a female!” Jenny objected sharply. Honestly, for a woman like that, gorgeous as she might be, to come here and call her a male. Like a male animal!

“And I do know biology!” John added, in response to the insult against his credentials as a veterinarian. “It’s just lizards that are, well…green and not green. Or the other way around!”

Completely ignoring John’s complaint, Vastra simply turned her head to face the visibly indignant Jenny and spoke smoothly, “Calm down, miss, I was actually referring to your pet, not you.” She allowed herself to do a quick visual scan of Jenny’s physical features and attire, noting that she was in fact rather attractive. Vastra immediately dismissed such inappropriate thoughts and continued in the same strictly formal tone, “Now, if you wouldn’t mind following me into my office room, I will be able to start properly examining your lizard there. It’s absolutely beyond my knowledge how Doctor Smith over here manage to get any work done, when he’s too busy making juvenile jokes with Miss Oswald.”

Sharply, Vastra turned around on her heels, and Jenny bit her lip hard to keep herself from letting out a noise as she caught sight of the woman’s well trimmed arse. It was the perfect, circular shape and Jenny could feel her cheeks heating up as she bit her lip even harder. Now was definitely not the time to lose herself to the appeal of the Lizard veterinarian, but by god, she was hot.

Holding the cage up in front of her like a shield, Jenny reluctantly turned to follow Vastra into her office.“Coming, Ma’am.” She said quietly, holding the cage a little tighter as she looked back at John and Clara by the desk, seeing them still giggling among themselves. “His name’s Greeny, by the way.” She didn’t know why she said the last part. It was stupid, extremely so, and she knew it. She knew no one who named their lizard Greeny, and yet, she had, thinking herself funny.

She just never thought she’d have to answer for it in front of an extremely hot lizard veterinarian.

Vastra stopped just before the door to her office, already having her hand on the doorknob, and Jenny swore she nearly dropped the cage when the oh so magnificent woman struck her with an expression of dubious disdain, one perfectly curved eyebrow raised up toward her forehead

“You can’t be serious, Miss Flint. ‘Greeny?’” Vastra scoffed in a haughty manner that was beginning to rub Jenny’s skin the wrong way. Throughout her years working in this clinic, Vastra had encountered pets with almost every single name you could imagine under the sun, but ‘Greeny’….now that was a new one; And by far, the least original she’ve ever heard. “You ought to be more creative than that, even my three year old nephew could come up with something better!“

Then without further ado, Vastra effortlessly twisted the doorknob to open the door leading into her office before walking in herself, and leaving Jenny standing outside with her mouth hanging agape in the wake of her surprisingly rude comment.

“Well I’m sorry, but I rather like calling my lizard Greeny. He is green.” Jenny couldn’t help but get defensive, because she couldn’t believe how unimaginably rude Vastra had just been. As if she had the right to judge what Jenny named her lizard!

Vastra wordlessly walked over to her desk at the other end of the room, where she picked up a disheveled stack of papers and proceeded to shuffle them.

“Well anybody with properly functioning eyes can clearly see that to be true, so my point still stands that naming him ‘Greeny’ is terribly redundant,” retorted Vastra while loftily waving away Jenny’s statement as if it was a pesky and insignificant fly.

Jenny huffed in annoyance. She’d told herself she wouldn’t care what they had to say about her and Greeny, but it was proving increasingly difficult, seeing as the veterinarian seemed to be hellbent on making everything harder and more embarrassing for Jenny. “Then what would you call a lizard? I, for one, cannot think of a better name.”

Vastra continued to occupy herself with various little miscellaneous tasks around her desk in order to avoid looking directly at her client, who she had mentally admitted to being the very most loveliest creature she’d ever laid eyes on, albeit not without tremendous difficulty. God knows it had been an excessively arduous task for her to maintain a steady, neutral composure out in the waiting room with Clara and John. No doubt those two would be cackling their heads off like hyenas if they could see her now, flustered out of her wits because of this stupidly beautiful girl with dark brown hair and charming brown eyes. She was exactly Vastra’s type, much to her utter dismay.

Using her naturally embedded cynicism as a pretense to mask her rising attraction, Vastra quipped in response,“How would I know, I’m only the vet around here. I don’t get paid enough to consult with painfully bland pet owners who can’t look beyond their animal’s physicality to give them an appropriate name.” Very subtly, Vastra’s head and shoulders seemed to become tense as she anticipated Jenny’s inevitable rebuttal, and the intoxicating sound of her Cockney accent that would come along with it.

At this, Jenny gave her an ice cold glare. Even for such a gorgeous woman as her, there wasn’t any good explanation for being quite so rude. The woman wouldn’t even look at her! It was almost as though she was not worthy of being acknowledged, for Vastra had better things to do.

Even with Clara’s warning poking at her from the back of her mind, it was frustrating. "Well then, maybe you could do your job, instead of complaining about things you clearly claimed are none or your concerns?”

Vastra could practically feel Jenny’s probing glare on the back of her head, causing an involuntary shiver to run down her spine. Nonetheless, she still managed to produce an articulate reply, “I simply stated my sympathies for your poor lizard who has to live the rest of his life with such a mediocre name as ‘Greeny’.” Then closing her eyes, Vastra inhaled a deep breath, and eventually was able to muster just enough courage to turn around toward her client. Obviously trying to be a bit more cordial, Vastra suggested, “Perhaps it would be best if you go ahead and tell me the reason you’re here, since we’ve just wasted half an hour debating your lizard’s name.”

Seeing her eyes, Jenny almost couldn’t breath. Gone was the frustration and anger, it all washed off of her like an unpleasant shower coming to an end. The brilliant blue eyes looked at her, waiting for her answer, and unconsciously, Jenny smiled. She didn’t even care that she had to spend half-an hour justifying her pet’s name to a stranger when she should have been at work. It didn’t matter anymore all of sudden.

“Yes, of course, uh, well…” Taking a deep breath, she tried to gather herself and figure out what to say next. “I recently bought this lizard, you see. I’ve only had him for little under a week, but he already seems to have gotten sick. He barely moves and won’t eat.”

It required every last ounce of willpower for Vastra not let herself become undone right there at the sight of Jenny’s radiant smile. She mentally cursed herself for getting too carried away with her unnecessarily snarky attitude, when she really should be helping Jenny tend to her lizard. Her demeanor softened considerably upon witnessing the apparent nervousness written all across Jenny’s face, and she smiled pityingly while gesturing toward the examination table in the middle of the room. “That does sound troublesome indeed, miss. I truly want to do everything I can to alleviate your lizard, but first I’ll need to ask that you take him out of the carrier cage for me.”

Jenny nodded, swallowing audibly as she walked over to the table, putting down the carrier case and opening it. Greeny was hiding in the furthest corner of the space, and she glanced at Vastra uncertainly. “Do you want to take him out?” She asked politely, standing by to lift him out herself if Vastra thought it was better. A little dumbstruck, Vastra nodded positively with a reassuring smile, “It would be my utmost pleasure, Miss Flint.”

Jenny’s ears instantly perked up upon detecting a mild, but still relatively evident Scottish accent among Vastra’s words, thus making her all the more attractive if that was even possible. Vastra went over to a cabinet on the wall where she retrieved a fresh pair of gloves, pulling them on with a satisfyingly audible snap.That simple action drew Jenny’s attention to Vastra’s exquisitely long fingers, which then set loose a chaotic whirlwind of very impure thoughts running through Jenny’s starstrucked mind;They might or might not, have been something along the lines of getting her body pinned against the office wall by the bewitchingly sexy veterinarian, and letting those surely capable fingers have their way with her. All that Jenny could do was keep biting her lip even harder, almost to the point of drawing blood, while simultaneously trying her best to appear normal in front of this goddamn goddess of a veterinarian. Jenny soon stepped aside to give Vastra access to the carrier and watched with baited breath as her hands reached into the carrier.

“That’s it, Greeny, who’s a good green lizard boy. Yes, come here to the nice veterinarian, I’m not going to hurt you,“cooed Vastra in such a beautifully soothing voice that it made Jenny want to laugh and her heart melt at the same time. Thanks to a bit of highly effective coaxing from Vastra, she finally succeeded in bringing Greeny out of his cozy carrier, holding him in a carefully firm, yet gentle grip.

Alas, everything was put into jeopardy, when the calmly quiet atmosphere of the room was suddenly interrupted by someone else bursting in through the door like a mighty blast of gale force wind.

“Madame! Strax is here to assist you, for the glory of this clinic!” The man standing and shouting in the doorway was short, buff and bald. He had slightly brown colored skin, and had Jenny not known any better, she would have compared him to an oversized, sentient cartoon potato. Only potatoes didn’t walk around screaming, nor did they dress like nurses. Still, in her mind Jenny decided to refer to…him? Him, as a potato.

The ruckus caused by Strax’s impromptu entrance did not sit well with Greeny, who began flailing his entire body within Vastra’s hands. That, in turn, caught Vastra off guard and she nearly dropped Greeny out of shock, but luckily she was able to catch herself at the last minute, and narrowly avoided getting her eye poked by one of the lizard’s sharp horns.

“Careful, Madame. The poky lizard would not do well on the floor.” Strax provided unhelpfully, the little potato not moving an inch and grinning like a madman at Vastra.

“STRAX! How many times must I tell you, not to be so BLOODY loud when you come into the office!” Barked Vastra in her exasperation at the rambunctious potato man. Then suddenly realizing the kind of language she had just used aloud, Vastra gave Jenny an apologetic grimace and said, “I am deeply sorry about this, Miss Flint, but my assistant can be quite….enthusiastic in his job sometimes.”

Inwardly, however, Vastra made herself a mental note to remember to kill the person responsible for feeding Strax the sherbert fancies that are making him obviously hyper.

Jenny merely shook her head. Nearly causing Vastra to drop Greeny aside, she found the little potato man quite adorable. “I believe it is fine. It does not appear to have been Mister Po…Strax’s intention to be disruptive. Right?” She smiled at the potato man, who smiled right back, as enthusiastic as ever before.

“Quite right, boy!” He confirmed, missing Jenny’s unamused expression as he turned his attention back to Vastra. “The Doctor was making coffee and thought you might be in need of assistance, Madame.”

Vastra was definitely looking forward to the Doctor’s funeral, in that case. As if this whole ordeal wasn’t already stressful enough, now that lanky buffoon had sent Strax in to cause even more trouble than necessary. This was just perfect, thought Vastra.

Jenny watched the two persons in front of her, swallowing hard as she felt the tension simmering between them. Vastra was obviously angry with Strax, but the latter was either too daft, or too oblivious of his surroundings to notice. Timidly, she spoke up. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to be a bother, but this appointment is coming out of my salary, so perhaps we can get on with it now?” She smiled half-heartedly, hoping it would be enough to get everything back on track.

Jenny’s voice cut right through Vastra’s flaring temper and brought her back to the situation at hand. Once again, she smiled sheepishly at Jenny saying, “Oh, yes, that we do indeed, for surely I would hate to put your paycheck at risk.” After taking a few seconds to compose herself, Vastra looked back toward Strax in silent resignation to address him with, “Alright, Strax, I’ll let you stay in here to assist me, but only if you promise to be quiet for God’s sake, and not touch anything until I tell you otherwise.”

Hearing that he was allowed to stay, Strax punched one of his short, stubby arms in the air, trying to make some kind of victory gesture. “I will help you Madame! For the glory of this clinic!”

Jenny laughed a little, not able to hold it back. Strax really was adorable. “Thanks. Scotland Yard doesn’t pay nearly as much as you’d think.”

Vastra paused in the midst of her inspection of Greeny the lizard to look at Jenny, equally impressed and curious. “Really, you work at Scotland Yard? Well, that does sound to be rather exciting, is it not?”

Jenny shrugged. “Yes ma’am, though it’s not very exciting. It’s mostly a lot of paperwork. Gets a bit lonely, too. That’s why I got a lizard - so I’d have some company that doesn’t require being walked three times a day and are allowed in my flat.”

“I see….even if it’s not as glamorous is you say, I have immense respect for anyone willing to risk their life in the name of justice at Scotland Yard. Although, I am sorry to hear that you’re feeling lonely,” spoke Vastra sympathetically, making casual conversation with her client as she continued to study Greeny. “I was just under the impression that such a seemingly likable, and decent girl as you would have plenty of friends to keep you company.”

Jenny blushed a little at Vastra’s glowing compliments, looking down at the floor. “I didn’t have many people before I joined Scotland Yard, and my current working schedule doesn’t exactly encourage lots of socialising and spending time with friends.” She bit her lip, trying not to let the other woman’s words get to her. It never bothered her that she had few people that she considered close to her, why would it now?

Vastra risked a brief discreet glance at Jenny and replied, “It would appear that you and I are the same in that regard, since I’m not exactly the type of person to put myself out there for all the world see. I’ll admit that I am much more adept at dealing with animals than I am with people. Apart from Doctor John, Clara, and even Strax, there’s actually nobody else that I can view as my friend.” Sensing Jenny’s increasing discomfort, Vastra then cleared her throat and decided to immediately change the subject. “I must say, Miss Flint, this is a really handsome Jackson Horned Chameleon you have here. It’s a shame that he had gotten sick so soon….what are his symptoms again, if I may ask?”

“He is not handsome, but well equipped for battle! It is most glorious!” Strax declared, before Jenny had a chance to repeat her lizards symptoms.

His eyes shone like stars as he spoke and Jenny found herself a bit uncomfortable by the thought that maybe he was attracted to things and people that could defend themselves. She shuddered.

“He’s not eating, and barely moving, ma’am.” Jenny told Vastra, trying to push Strax’s comment into the back of her mind where she’d never have to think of it again.

Vastra shot Strax a heated death glare as a warning before inquiring further, “Hmm, yes, he does appear to have lost some weight….what have you been feeding him?” Vastra then became aware of how Greeny was gradually curling himself against her arm, seemingly attracted to her natural body heat.

“I feed him insects. Mostly crickets, as instructions says.” Jenny said, looking straight at Vastra, a little questioning.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Asked a befuddled Vastra, afraid that she might have somehow offended her pretty client again. “I swear, I wasn’t trying to accuse you of any wrongdoing. Jackson Horned Chameleon diets are typically composed of insects and crickets, so at least you’re doing that right. Do you have some kind of enclosed habitat in your home to contain him in?”

Jenny nodded rapidly. She felt eager to please the gorgeous woman handling her lizard, wanted to show her that she was not some clueless person who just adopted an animal without a plan. “Yes, I have an enclosure at home, as one should have.”

Jenny’s confident statement was then rewarded with a dazzling smile of approval from Vastra that knocked all the air out of her lungs. Vastra’s tone was almost rather playful when she said,“Quite the responsible pet owner now, aren’t you? Very good, and can you please describe this enclosure to me?”

Jenny blushed at the praise, looking down at the floor, but glancing back at Vastra as she spoke,”It’s a mesh cage, as the guide said to avoid glass enclosures, and there’s a little tree for him to climb. That is about it.”

“Well I suppose that minimalism does have its appeal to some people, but I will advise you to add in a few more plants for his habitat,”Vastra suggested wisely. “What about the climate and average temperature of your home? Do you have any type of heat source that can be kept near Greeny’s cage?”

Jenny stared at her as though she’d suddenly grown a second head, or possibly a third eye. “Heat source? Climate?”

Jenny’s confused expression prompted Vastra to tilt her head, and lift one skeptical eyebrow as she spoke, “Miss Flint, you are aware of the fact that reptiles like Greeny are cold-blooded, and must gain heat from their surroundings in order to function, aren’t you? Or did they not teach you that back in grade school science class?”

At this, Jenny gave Vastra what she believed was the most apologetic smile ever to have existed, eyes quickly diverting and looking back down on the ground. The peach carpet sure was interesting to look at, Jenny decided. “I’m afraid I was never the sharpest one, ma’am. Haven’t had much education altogether, and can’t say I remember being taught anything about lizards.” She sighed, embarrassed. She had really hoped she would have done enough research to avoid exposing her rather lacking education in general.

The underlying sadness in Jenny’s words struck Vastra’s heart heavily, and she immediately regretted being so snide in her remark without actually meaning to. It physically pained her to see this beautiful, sweet young girl defeated by her own insecurities, which was preventing her from recognizing her full potential and self worth. Vastra, too, dropped her gaze to the floor as she was suddenly desperate to find something that could cheer up Jenny.

“There’s no reason why you should be embarrassed, Miss Flint,” Vastra began sincerely, eyes fixed onto Jenny’s depressed form. “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, it’s a natural part of life. I know that you are trying your best to take care of Greeny, and I do not blame you for being uninformed regarding the biological anatomy of reptiles. You may not be well educated, but I can tell that you must possess a considerable amount of merit since you were able to get into Scotland Yard. So chin up a little, will you, for Greeny’s sake?” Vastra held up Greeny as if he was a sort of mascot in an attempt to uplift Jenny’s falling spirits, while acquiring a pleading puppy dog face herself to boot.

Jenny couldn’t help but smile a little. No one had ever tried so hard to encourage her and make her happy. If you want to be happy, you make yourself happy, her mom had used to say. But here this gorgeous veterinarian was, cheering her up like her life depended on it, and Greeny looking confused as he twisted around in her hands. “Alright, for you and Greeny.” She agreed finally, giving Vastra her largest grin.

Vastra released a little sigh of relief, and returned a pleasant smile of her own to Jenny; She was most delighted to witness how Jenny had transformed from a hopelessly wilted plant, to a lively blooming flower being fed by the rejuvenating waters of a spring shower. Another, albeit quite unexpected, result was that Vastra also found herself having a strange and powerful urge to always make Jenny happy like this in any way possible….depending on the probability of whether or not she’ll ever see her again at the clinic, that is. A part of her was already wishing and praying for Jenny to come back someday.

Vastra was so enraptured by her client’s joyous beauty, that it took her several minutes to find her tongue again. “Excellent! It is a scientifically proven fact that pets thrive much better when their owners possess a positive attitude, as opposed to being down in the dumps,”proclaimed Vastra, who included a sly wink to show that she was only teasing. “Now, I assume you will be glad to know that Greeny’s condition isn’t as serious as you think, and he can easily be cured with the use of a proper heat lamp. I’m sure that you will be able to buy one at your local pet store, or online if you prefer. Either way, I highly recommend that you get one as soon as possible, because Jackson Horned Chameleons need to be kept at a temperature of between 20 and 32 degrees celsius.”

At this point, Vastra didn’t mind in the slightest that Greeny was practically holding her arm captive, because the poor thing had clearly been deprived of warmth for so long.

Jenny nodded at her words, acting like a school kid confirming her teacher’s instructions for her homework assignment. “I’ll see about getting one uh…,”She glanced at the clock, trying to estimate how long she’d been there,”…on my way home. My shift’s over, by now, so I won’t really have anything better to do. Besides, the sooner Greeny gets what he needs, the better.” Jenny turned to Vastra and smiled, stretching out her hands expectantly.

“Smart thinking, Miss Flint, Greeny will certainly appreciate the sentiment. He should consider himself lucky having such a thoughtful and committed owner as you,” concluded Vastra while she prepared to give Greeny back to Jenny.

What was supposed to be a standard transaction suddenly became much more complicated when their hands touched upon Greeny. Both Jenny and Vastra gasped softly as sparks seemed to fly from the very first second they made that physical contact, feeling the invisible electricity race up their arms before ultimately exploding against their hearts. Their bodies trembled due to the sheer force of the impact, which continued to echo in massive rippling waves throughout their entire frame. Meanwhile, their overlapping hands had become extremely hot as if they were laying on a furnace, though the two of them fought the urge to jerk away lest they drop Greeny. The heat quickly spread to their faces, and their cheeks lit up with a blazing red color. Hearts pounding, palms sweating, minds spinning, neither Jenny nor Vastra had ever experienced anything this intense before, and they both struggled to fully comprehend what was happening to them. Eventually, they were able to remove their gaze from Greeny and locked eyes with each other instead. They immediately froze in place where they stood, as if some kind of mysterious unseen power had stripped them of all their ability to move. Everything else seemed to fade away until it was just the two of them left in this lofty, and surreal dimension that separated them from the rest of reality;The very air surrounding them had morphed and shifted itself, becoming significantly heavier with a daunting, unspoken question that loomed over their heads. Despite their current immobility, there was still a distinctly spiritual energy of restlessness that caused their souls to be irresistibly attracted to one another like opposite ends of a magnet. Vastra and Jenny both realized that something needed to be said if they were to break free of this awkward situation, but every word they meant to say instantly evaporated off of the tip of their tongues before they even had the chance, thus rendering their voices utterly useless.

Whether they liked it or not, they are completely, effectively, undeniably stuck.

They kept standing there, stagnant and unable to move for several more moments, before the door suddenly opened. Stepping in through the opening, was none other than Dr.John Smith himself.

“Strax, I need you! That pitbull that likes you is here and…” As he saw what he walked in on, he stopped, confusion quickly replaced by a mad grin. “Oh my…I’m sorry, Vastra, I thought you and Miss Flint would have been finished by now!” He let out a small laugh, and Vastra could see the joke in his eyes. “But I guess she required a lot of care!” He did a not-so subtle wink with his eye at this, and Vastra wanted to strangle him for his shameless behaviour.

The Doctor’s surprise intervention was enough to startle Vastra and Jenny into jumping apart from each other, with Jenny frantically clutching Greeny close to her chest. His gaze kept switching back and forth between the two women, as he was clearly relishing in the rare sight of a highly flustered Vastra. The other veterinarian glared daggers at him with laser point precision, being not thrilled at him barging into her office wearing that infuriatingly smug grin that she would love to tear off his face. Vastra fastidiously wiped her hands on her coat and hardened her facial expression, all in a futile attempt to make herself appear more dignified, yet the tell-tale fiery blush on her cheeks still remained. The Doctor always had the worst sense of timing, and Vastra hates the fact that this one incident has now given him basically unlimited ammunition to bombard her with.

“Ahem…uhh…Strax, it would seem that I will have to relieve you of your duties here at the present moment,” began Vastra calmly, as she was determined to pretend that nothing had ever happened. “Go ahead with Doctor Smith and report back to me when you are done.” She then turned her head to look directly at the Doctor and said to him, “And you, Doctor Smith, I simply cannot comprehend why you still insist on calling Miss Flint’s lizard a ‘she’ after we’ve been over it already. He did require a lot of care, but fortunately we were able to reach a viable solution. Now, do be so kind and remove yourself from my office, your unsightly hideous face is apparently causing Greeny some considerable discomfort.”

Vastra also made sure to punctuate her biting statement with an equally sardonic smile that told the Doctor ‘two can play at this game’.

“Ma’am!” Jenny couldn’t help the complaint that escaped her lips. Despite lacking in many other areas, Jenny had very good manners, and she knew what Vastra had said was not acceptable. Though the man had been immensely rude to his co-worker, and Greeny did look quite uncomfortable, it was simply not right to say such mean things to anyone.

John, however, didn’t seem as bothered by it. He simply gave her a wink and a smile, showing that it was all okay. “Don’t worry, my dear, the cold blooded tend to behave this way. Now, if you excuse me, I must be off.” Wasting no more time, John turned around and left the room, Strax hurrying to follow in his lead.

“Sir, wait for me!” He called out as he, too, left the room, short legs moving him as quick as possible away from Jenny and Vastra, leaving them completely alone once more.

Jenny glanced awkwardly around the room, trying to avoid looking at the veterinarian as she finally settled in with the task of putting Greeny back into his traveling cage. “Well, if there is nothing else, I suppose I should get going. I’ll remember to buy a heat lamp whenever I can.”

Jenny didn’t know why she was saying goodbye. She didn’t want to go, didn’t want to leave this gorgeous woman before her and likely never see her again. Yet, she had no choice, as there was no longer anything keeping her there. She sighed, deep and heavy.

Vastra’s head instantly swiveled back toward Jenny, her anger at the Doctor suddenly replaced with a grim sense of despair upon hearing Jenny say that. Truth be told, Vastra really didn’t want Jenny to leave either, but she knew she couldn’t risk violating professional business protocol by letting her suspiciously not-so-platonic feelings be revealed in front of this beautiful and lovely client, who had become the object of her affections. Rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, Vastra merely gave a small sheepish smile as she responded, “Yes, of course, it’s getting rather late….and I’m certain there are other clients that I need to attend to. Before I do that, though, I’d just like to say that it’s been my absolute pleasure helping you and Greeny today, Miss Flint.” Vastra paused for a moment, overcome with a sudden bout of self-consciousness, and temporarily diverted her gaze to the floor. She was soon able to look at Jenny again while her blue eyes shone faintly with optimism, and added, “I hope that you found my services here to be satisfactory then?”

Although they had gotten started on the wrong foot earlier, Vastra did genuinely mean what she said. Out of every other client that Vastra had come across during the course of her four year career at the clinic, none of them had ever fascinated or outright perplexed her quite like Jenny does. There was an unexplainable, penetrating, persistent feeling deep within her gut telling Vastra that maybe….just maybe….it will be different and special with Jenny. She had utterly no idea why she is willing to get her hopes up so high for this girl who she never knew existed until an hour ago, but at the same time she found herself unable to stop, too. While Vastra may be a certified know-it-all expert of lizards, she is actually terribly ignorant when it comes to matters of love.

Jenny couldn’t help but feel disappointed. After their hands had touched, she’d actually believed there was something between them, a connection perhaps. That maybe Vastra felt the same and shared even just a fraction of her own feelings. But, of course, not for her as she was just another worried pet owner. “Right. Yes, your service was excellent and much appreciated. Goodbye, Miss McIntosh.”

The two of them approached the door together, and there was a brief episode of awkwardly treading around eggshells, before Vastra finally insisted on holding the door open for Jenny to get through.

Glancing back wistfully at Vastra as she went, Jenny left the room, walking down the corridor and back to the waiting room. At the reception section, she saw Dr.Smith and the receptionist, Clara, standing there and chatting away amongst themselves. Quickly, Jenny tried to make a bee-line for the door, hoping to avoid any more awkwardness by escaping unnoticed. She really didn’t feel up to listening to another of the other veterinarian’s comments, with his painstakingly clear innuendos.

She was just about to open the door and step outside, when suddenly, she heard someone calling her name.

“Miss Flint, wait! Please don’t leave yet!

Jenny was able to recognize that voice as belonging to Vastra, who nearly tripped and fell over her feet while rushing to catch Jenny at the door before it was too late. Dr. John and Clara both ceased their animated conversation in favor of watching their co-coworker chasing after a particular client like a madwoman, which was something they’ve never seen before. Every muscle in Jenny’s body became notably rigid with anticipation, and she closed her eyes, gathering herself so that she could face the gorgeous veterinerian again without automatically falling apart on the spot. When Jenny finally turned around, Vastra was standing only ten inches away, looking rather out of breath as her chest heaved rapidly to refill her lungs with air, and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead. Even in this disheveled and exhausted state, did Jenny still considered Vastra to be the most extraordinarily attractive woman in the whole world. She also noticed that Vastra was holding a sheet of paper in her hand, inspiring a newfound sense of curiosity within her mind.

Once she had recovered enough of her energy to speak, Vastra said, “Pardon my, err, inconvenience, Miss Flint, but I’ve just realized that I forgot to ask for your phone number. It’s a precaution to help us keep in contact with you, in case any problems should arise with your pet, Greeny, later on in the future.”

Not really knowing what else to say, Vastra simply held out the sheet of paper in front of Jenny, silently requesting her to sign it.

Seeing the paper, Jenny couldn’t help but smile. It was only for Greeny’s sake, she knew, but a small part of her just couldn’t help but hope that there was something more to it. Smiling nonetheless, she took the offered paper and pen, quickly writing down her number before giving it back. As she did, however, a sudden and crazy idea hit her. “There you go. And, uh, if you wouldn’t mind, could I have your number as well? In case something does happen.”

It wasn’t until now that Vastra became aware of two other pairs of eyes watching them intently from across the opposite side of the room. Vastra blinked obliviously and tilted her head aside, trying to confirm if she had heard that correctly, or were her ears playing a false trick on her? Naturally, she found it hard to believe that anyone would ever want her number, especially this angelic, amazing young girl who she had been so insensitive to.

“Come on Vastra, do it!” Vastra could hear John whispering behind her back. “I know you can do it!”

“No way, she won’t!” Clara protested, indicating that there was probably a bet taking place between the two of them. “She’s always been all talk and no action!”

As soon as Clara said that, it was like two circuit wires had been inserted inside Vastra’s brain to shock it back to life again, and she managed to smile charmingly at Jenny. “I suppose that would be alright, even if it’s not something that I normally do,” answered Vastra, who then unceremoniously grabbed Jenny’s hand and scrawled her own number on it. “Well, there you have it! That’s actually all the information that I need, so….have a wonderful evening, Miss Flint.”

Vastra couldn’t understand why she just did that, writing her number onto Jenny’s bare hand instead of a piece of paper, like any other reasonable and normal person would.

Jenny smiled at her hand and turned around with the intention of walking out the door, but somehow ended up colliding headlong into it. Though a bit disoriented, Jenny was luckily able to find the door handle and swiftly exited the building. She wore a huge grin on her face, feeling more satisfied with herself than she’d been in a very, very long time. As she began heading down the sidewalk towards her apartment, Jenny abruptly stopped and carefully put the carrier on the ground. She then pulled out her phone from her pocket, typing the number on her hand into her phone’s contact list, and also taking a picture of her hand for good measure. She really didn’t want to lose the number, after having gone through so much just to get it.

And who knew? Maybe she would need to call and ask about Greeny….wait, who’s Greeny? Oh yeah, her pet lizard, how silly of her to forget for a minute there, again.

Still smiling, she bent down and picked up the carrier. “Love you little guy!”

Jenny truly did love Greeny. She had originally bought him to be less lonely, and now it seemed as though it had all worked out, in the best way possible.

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The Strange Case of Starship Iris: AUDITIONS pt 2: INFO & ROLES

All actors must be at least 18, as per Procyon Podcast Network guidelines. Beyond that, you are not required to be the exact same age as the characters, as long as you can credibly sound like you are.

You are more than welcome to record a couple of different takes, with different interpretations! You are more than welcome to try out for multiple roles!

Send an mp3 file of your audition(s?) to iriscasefiles at gmail.com, along with the following:

1. Your name (a pseudonym or online handle is fine) ETA: and the role(s?) you are trying out for

2. Are you potentially okay with being cast in a role besides the one you auditioned for?

3. Are you potentially okay with being cast as a morally ambiguous person, and/or villain?

Auditions go from January 23 to February 2. Callbacks are February 3 through 6. My goal is to have all the roles listed here cast by the end of February 6.

There will be another round of auditions for a few more roles in April.

For now, available roles are below!

MAIN CAST

Brian Jeeter

He/him pronouns. A trans man (seeking trans actors only, please!)

Note, because this is something I’ve been asked: I don’t have set headcanons about where Brian is with regards to transitioning; if you wanna try out and you’re not on testosterone, you should still totally try out!

Any race

Sounds to be in his mid-twenties to early thirties

A laidback, friendly affect, to the point of maybe coming off like a slacker. You’d probably need to talk to him a few times to realize that he is deeply loyal, and intensely passionate when it comes to his areas of expertise (xenolinguistics, making pizza bagels).

To audition, perform this section:

(Laughs) I dunno, though. Wasn’t all bad. I made some cool friends. That’s how I met Krejjh, actually. I’d been doing fieldwork out in Neuzo, and— (realizes the word and the place are both going to require explaining) Sorry, the Neutral Zone. It was a cluster of planets and stations, kinda out by Telemachus, founded by this very weird Libertarian billionaire. Technically outside any government, so it was one of the few places humans and Dwarnians could trade, talk, whatever.

Shady place. We’re talking arms dealing, gambling, drugs you’ve never heard of. Like, name a vice, you know? Crawling with spies, too. People used to say that’s why both sides kept it standing; they had, like, intelligence assets or something.

But it wasn’t violent. Not like you’d think. Not at first. There were these rival mafias, and they kept the peace? Kinda. I mean, everyone’s fortune was built on keeping Neuzo out of the war, keeping the war out of Neuzo, so there weren’t, like, laws, but nobody was allowed to kill anyone. At first.

Sana Tripathi

I wrote the character with she/her pronouns but I’m flexible on this if a nonbinary and/or genderqueer person wants to audition

Any actor trying out for this role should be of Indian ancestry (Indian-American or Indian-British, etc, is totally fine) ETA: Changing this more generally to “should be of South Asian ancestry.” (ETA2: Elsewhere in a different post, I mistakenly said “Southeast Asian” but I meant more generally South Asian: India, Nepal, Pakistan, etc. The moral of this story is I need to actually look at a map before I type words. I’m so sorry.)

Sounds to be mid-thirties

Warm, decisive, and extremely competent. Comfortable being in charge, but prefers to work via consensus when possible, if only for ideological reasons. A certain daredevil streak surfaces every now and then. The sweetest person you’ll ever meet, until push comes to shove and you see the core of steel that’s been there all along.

To audition, please perform this section:

You’re right, Brian, I’m not your mom. I’m your captain, and I’m your crewmate. And that means I am depending on you to take care of yourself so you can do your part to keep us safe.

(Weighty) Look, you know how tenuous it can get in the deep. You know how much more life is worth out here. That includes yours. We need a translator, Brian. We need a translator and we need a guy who has our back. We do not need a martyr. (A beat, and then, lighter) Also, I’m the boss, and you have to do what I say.

Krejjh

Seeking a genderqueer and/or nonbinary actor of any race

Note: the character is part of an extremely humanoid race of space aliens whose culture finds the whole notion of a gender binary confusing and goofy. Obviously, this is not a perfect analogue to being a nonbinary human; I mean, we are talking about a purple space alien. But the character definitely doesn’t identify as cisgender, and after a lot of discussion and soul-searching, this seemed like the most respectful option.

Sounds to be mid-twenties to early thirties

Concept: Dashing, silly, and generally in love with life. Fun at parties. Has more than a little classic fighter pilot swagger. A sucker for compliments. Adrenaline junkie.

Note: in a later episode, you are gonna have to speak in a made-up alien language, but I’ll try to write it out phonetically. No big deal.

To audition, please perform this section:

(making an announcement over the ship’s PA system) Folks, I wanna apologize for the turbulence. We are currently flying at—downright unsafe speeds through a debris field that is—taking some damn impressive stunts on my end. Gonna advise that you all make your way to the nearest secure spot and—WOO!!! Yeah! (triumphant laughter)

If conditions persist, you might wanna take a sec and pray. Deity of your choice; I figure, cover as much ground as we can. And if conditions get much worse, I’m gonna need Crewman Jeeter up here, pronto, for a little good luck kiss. Can’t hurt, right?

In the meantime, I advise you to remember that the closer we are to danger, the more clearly we can hear the elemental thrum of our own vitality! In this moment we are living!

…Kids, you are gonna want to hold onto something.

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS

Alvy

He/him pronouns

Any race

Sounds to be mid-twenties to early thirties

A chill and fun dude.

To audition for this part, please perform the following section:

Jeeter, my man, my pal! What is up? No doubt this message will be unexpected. Get in line! Surprise assignment. A short vacation from the lab. Safe to say I’m living large. Of course, the mission’s secret but: exotic locales? Limited work? Seems almost designed for me.

Eejjhgreb

Seeking a genderqueer and/or nonbinary actor of any race

Ideally, sounds to be about forty or older. I am willing to be a little flexible on this point, though.

Concept: A diplomat. Stately, commanding, traditional. Not unfeeling, but emotionally repressed like it’s a period piece.

To audition for this part, please perform the following section (that is not in the podcast because most of Eejjhgreb’s actual lines contain spoilers)

There’s not much more to be done about it. The agreements were reached, the papers were signed. Do I wish it had gone differently? Perhaps, but it’s a matter of obligation. It’s a matter of loyalty. I know you don’t think so right now, but it is possible you’ll understand someday. Assuming you don’t get yourself killed in the meantime.

Campbell

Any actor trying out for this role should be of African ancestry (African American, African British, etc, is totally fine)

I wrote this character with he/him pronouns but I’m flexible on this if a nonbinary and/or genderqueer person wants to audition

Sounds to be between late twenties and mid thirties

Concept: A brilliantly talented forger and counterfeiter. Easygoing, charming—that rare person who seems to be friends with everyone. Definitely friends with the crew. Good in a crisis. Hard to really shock.

To audition for this part, please perform the following section:

Tell you what, send me your info. I’ll work on it remotely and pass it over to my contact in Elion for printing and pickup. How many IDs do you need? Four? We can have them done in two hours.

Yeah, I know that’s probably longer than you want to wait, but uh. It’s getting scary out there. You don’t wanna cut corners on this.

Don’t worry about payment, we’ll handle it later. I’m guessing you’re too nervous right now to really try that hard at haggling anyway, takes all the fun out of it. Sending you my guy’s coordinates for when you land. Ask for Red Gregor.

Guard

Any race

Any gender

Any European, Australian, or distinctly regional American accent

Just trying to do their job out in space, far from home

To audition for this part, please perform the following section:

Attention! We’re conducting a sweep of all interstellar vessels. I’m going to need you to comply with the following instructions. (Pause) Attention, attention! Rumor, do you copy?

Ricky

I wrote this character with he/him pronouns but I’m flexible on that if a genderqueer and/or nonbinary person wants to audition

Any race

Sounds to be late twenties to mid-thirties

Persuasive, self-centered, one of those people who considers themselves to be extremely rational and reasonable.

To audition for this part, please perform the following section:

Listen, that’s the nature of the beast. You don’t always win. It’s not my fault if you drew a weaker hand. You’ve got the option of not blaming me for it, you know? Take it or not, but you’ve got that option.

Junior Agent

Seeking a genderqueer and/or nonbinary actor

Any race

Sounds to be early twenties

Unlike Agent Park, hasn’t yet reached burnout in the job. Might get there pretty soon, though.

To audition for this part, please perform the following section:

I’ve taken the liberty of trimming about an hour of audio from this portion of the transmission, all available in the archive in the, uh, in the honestly pretty unlikely event it is needed? Resuming in the cockpit, forty-four minutes after the Rumor touched down on Elion. On-ship time estimated to be seventeen hundred hours.

#tscosi

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