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hell-jordan · 7 years ago

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85 q’s game

tagged by @lenomcakes

Rules: Answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I tag: anyone who wants to do this... legit believe all my mutuals think I deleted or died

the last

01. drink: water

02. phone call: my dad lmao

03. text message: ummm idk I think my friend... I'm bad at responding so it just feels like I haven’t gotten any texts from anyone new

04. song you listened to: under pressure - queen & david bowie

05. time you cried: pfff a couple weeks ago bc my family was throwing major dysfunction my way while I was already in a really bad mental state... werk

06. dated someone twice: I've held out on romantic anything bc my school was full of stuck up twinks and I literally did nothing else in hs but focus on getting into college

07. kissed someone and regretted it: eh

08. been cheated on: no but i would live to have it happen one time so I can play up the drama of it all

09. lost someone special: eh not really.

10. been depressed: HA!

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: I've never had the nerve to get drunk bc my parents are so strict on that shit and it’s not worth whatever hell they got in store for me

3 favourite colours

12. violet

13. pink

14. blue

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: ummm yeah I have actually! which is nice.

16. fallen out of love: ... don’t you have to like... fall in love.... to do this?

17. laughed until you cried: I've almost suffocated while laughing too hard so close enough

18. found out someone was talking about you: no... but I know there are some ppl who talk shit abt me but I'm a gemini so I can handle it... also I'm quite literally over anything from high school already

19. met someone who changed you: ummm yeah kinda. I've had some amazing teachers and friends... and like they’ve always inspired me to do better or have made me look at what I do in a new light which has actually really helped me get to where I'm at now so... yeah! I'm really grateful for them.

20. found out who your friends are: yeah lmao. but I've known who my real friends are for a good while. I have really good intuition and also I'm a gemini so I can play both sides of the card and find out who the real rats are when I meet them. perks

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: pffffff one as a joke but not for reals which is a nice thought to have

General:

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: too many lmao like almost all... but tbh I hate Facebook I only go on there for college updates

23. do you have any pets: nah

24. do you want to change your name: ummm no not really. I've found a comfortable home switching between being called Andre and Andy so I've just accepted my fate

25. what did you do for your last birthday: oh god I ringed in my adulthood by watching guardians of the galaxy vol 2 and it was actually the worst... I just wanted to see Chris Pratt bc I think he’s hot.... and I think I went to Disneyland for a bit but it was pretty low-key

26. what time did you wake up: 9 am today I had my voice lesson so I was forced

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: oh my god I completed an overdue childhood wish w/ m sister and we finished the original lego Star Wars game to 100% .... which we never did as kids so yeah. then we watched they live

28. name something you can’t wait for: moving to NYC on the 25th! I'm going bi coastal bitches. ALSO LADY GAGA THIS WEDNESDAY

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: lmao she gives me a house to live in so like an hour ago before she went to bed

31. what are you listening to right now: video killed the radio star... I'm listening to a fucking 80′s spottily mix alksjdf;lj

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: ya.... he fucking sucked too

33. something that is getting on your nerves: ummm the fact that a lot of things are going right in my life but I'm still fucking depressed and feel unfulfilled.. also the

34. most visited website: twitter... and gmail oddly... because college won’t let me live yet

35. hair color: brown

36. long or short hair: short

37. do you have a crush on someone: yeah my future country boy living in the city who’s gonna be my boyfriend... whenever I find him

38. what do you like about yourself: ummm my height. also my voice bc it makes me feel like I'm talented at something

39. piercings: nah

40. blood type: ehhh idk

41. nickname: andy

42. relationship status: single

43. zodiac: gemini so I'm two faced

44. pronouns: he/him

45. favourite tv show: I really don’t have one... I've been rewatching 30 rock lately though so that’s kept me gagged for a good while

46. tattoos: none rn... but if I got one it would be small and not in a well seen place... idk how musical theatre is abt that stuff so I'll keep it minimal if I ever did

47. right or left handed: right

48. surgery: nope

50. sport: jesus I used to do karate and baseball as a kid but I fucking hated baseball bc the men were all straight and me being a lil gay boy was like eh. ... I dance now tho which is p much the closest thing I have to a sport now and it’s just as exhausting as one so yeah

51. vacation: paris would be great

52. pair of trainers: lmao what

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: I'm not eating bc it’s 2 am and I already ate way too much today

54. drinking: I always love water. cold water esp... Diet Coke but I'm trying to limit it bc my teeth

55. I’m about to: idk watch a movie. post this... it’s 2 am so not much

56. waiting for: lady gaga on Wednesday. and college at the end of the month

57. want: money... attention... fame.... idk the usual things an actor wants

58. get married: yeah. but he needs to be hot and rich.

59. career: well... I'm trying to be an actor... musical theatre actor specifically... and I'm studying that in New York so I'm hoping 4 the best... bc umm I don't want to get me and my parents in debt for nothing.

WHICH IS BETTER:

60. hugs or kisses: hugs... kisses are exhausting

61. lips or eyes: lips... lmao eyes are too intense sometimes

62. shorter or taller: I'm already like 6′1 so taller isn’t the worst but lmao it’s hard to trust ppl taller than you so shorter I guess.... it doesn’t really matter 2 me tbh

63. older or younger: ummm older I guess... I turned 18 like a couple months ago so younger isn’t really like an option... and like tbh I like ppl to be a bit more mature than a fucking high boy

64. nice arms or nice stomach: arms... always... my dream man is Chris Evans and a good part of it is his arms

65. hookup or relationship: relationship... hookups are... not satisfying ever. I just want to feel loved LMAO

66. troublemaker or hesitant: eh I don’t give a fuck tbh if I ever develop an opinion on this I'll make sure to answer that some other time

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: lfkjassfdkl yeah but as a joke.. and some other times I don’t count lmao

68. drank hard liquor: my friend brought this fucking thermal cup to school and it had some fucking shit in it that I took a sip from but it was 8am and I was too tired so I never fucking asked what exactly it was??? but the shit burned so maybe???

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: yeah.... broke my glasses too!

70. turned someone down: pffff “does Grindr count” what kinda tea

71. sex on the first date: ummm I haven’t dated anyone but probably not.

73. had your heart broken: no lmao. have been a lil heart sore abt somethings sometimes... yeah. but you know build a bridge and get over it I guess

74. been arrested: no

75. cried when someone died: umm not really. not too many people I'm close to have died

76. fallen for a friend: ehhh I avoid this. also most of my friends are legit straight girls so I kind of never have to worry about it.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: no lmao. trust and believe I never give that impression

78. miracles: ya... only bc sometimes the things that happen to me are too good to be anything but pure chance

79. love at first sight: yeah I'd like to think so... Never had it but i think it’s out there somewhere

80. santa claus: lmao yeah sure as long as I keep getting presents from her

81. kiss on the first date: yeah but only if it’s like a special date

82. angels: where r they when I need them!

OTHER:

84. eye colour: brown.... it’s actually a lighter shade of brown than some of my family

85. favourite movie: kill bill... but I despise Quentin Tarantino’s trash ass so know that!

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bruhlsbees · 4 years ago

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sweet disposition: 1/? || femaleprofessor!reader x modern!alex kerner

hi bestie hehe i’d like to request a little series for you, sub! a little jealous modern alex keener (of age) x professor! f reader (late 20’s) - shes an english romantic lit professor & her “love interest” is a film professor who is one of alex’s shared teacher. alex has a little crush on her, and knows the film teacher is after her. super fluffy, smut maybe??? u decide baby, im just so excited eeeeek!!!

summary: alex kerner is a senior film student and develops a crush for his friend, denis, english professor

pairing: modern!alex kerner and professor!reader

warnings: age gap (alex is 22 and reader is 32), wet dream, sweet sweet pathetic boy, nsfw, 18+, minors dni

word count: 4,387

a/n: thank you for the request @gotmadison ily sweet gal!! this will be a short fic series i write and will post probably throughout the coming weekend! :) please enjoy and if you have any requests or asks please send them in!!!

For Alex Kerner, a senior film student, nothing bored him more than the first day of a new unit. He knew what to expect - twenty plus slides about some dead, or borderline dead, director while connecting their life to the style of films they did and how it related to whatever political controversy was going down at the time. Alex knew that there was a reason for going into so much history to better understand the meaning of the films, but jesus did it have to drag for so long?

The auditorium that Alex’s class was held in was larger, although the class was rather small. There were maybe, at most, thirty students in his class, including him, which felt empty as the auditorium they were in was meant to hold almost double that. Alex didn’t mind though, of all the rows, he was the only one in the back, taking the middle seat - of course, the best view to see a film. He recognized a lot of the faces in his class, as it was a senior level class, but he didn’t bother to converse with many.

It wasn’t that he was shy, not overly at least, he just didn’t care to make friends. It was an afternoon class, he was just getting out of work to rush to his class, and far too exhausted to try and fake being friendly…hence him sitting in the back, all alone.

The ‘Authorship in Cinema’ course he was currently in was held twice a week - both two hours long. The first class of the week was held for lectures and the second class was held for the film screening. The university was just getting back from winter break, continuing into the last half of the semester. In Alex’s class they had finished their unit on Roman Polanski before the break and they came into the next covering Krzysztof Kieślowski. Alex was thrilled to say the least about not having to listen to his film professor rave on Polanski. Even after discussing Polanski’s case, his professor still seemed to idolize the man.

Alex was not fond of his film professor. He was a younger professor, maybe in his late thirties, early forties, and he seemed to praise the worst directors he could find. His name was Jaxon Thorne and was the staple image of a douche. He always wore faded jeans that were tight in the crotch, scuffed up sneakers that he always tried to pass as being cool, and a sweater with a scarf - even though they were inside. He truly didn’t get how girls liked the man. Alex wouldn’t lie though, some of his opinions were interesting, but the guy loved to hear himself talk, that much was obvious.

They weren’t even at the tenth slide yet when Alex felt himself beginning to doze off. Work had been busy today, fixing satellites and dealing with prissy wives and their drunk husbands. He was almost late getting to class with all the traffic that was on the highway. The last thing he wanted to do was attend class. It took everything in him not to put his head down and go to sleep right there. He had done it before, and that was a mistake he would never make again. Waking up to everyone staring and snickering while the teacher was hovering over you meant for a lasting effect.

But Alex just couldn’t take it, he was so bored with Kieślowski’s early work. The documentaries of everyday lives for city dwellers, workers, and soldiers could not keep his attention even if he wasn’t tired. He sunk down into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, before craning his head to the side on his shoulder. His blinking became slow, desperately trying to stay awake and pay attention, but his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, his mouth was gaped open, drool slipping out of the corner of his lips.

He didn’t know how long he had dozed off for, but when he woke up he heard the projector screen zip up and the lights click on. Jumping slightly, Alex sat back up, feeling the stickiness of his drool on his face. With a groan, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his jean jacket before beginning to pack his things up into his bag.

“On Wednesday we will dive into his documentary, Workers, and discuss the censorship aspect of it. Come prepared to watch the screening and discuss afterwards. If anyone has any questions or comments, I’ll be staying after for a few minutes.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex pushed himself out of his chair, swinging his bag over his shoulder before rushing out the back door at the top of the auditorium. He couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough to avoid his teacher from going off on an ‘intellectual conversation’ on their new unit. Barf.

Alex was happy though to finally be out of class and to enjoy his hour and a half break before his next class. He knew he should have been finalizing what project he wanted to submit for critique in his senior portfolio, but he needed something to wake him up.

As he turned the hallway, going to leave the building, he stopped by the vending machine and pulled out a crinkled bill from his pocket, pushing it into the machine before pressing the buttons to get a bottle of Coke. To his luck, however, the machine stalled, the bottle retriever getting stuck in front of the row and producing an obnoxious ‘whirring’ noise.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Gripping the side of the vending machine, Alex shook the machine roughly, rocking the broken vending machine back and forth until setting it back, sending a punch to the front of it.

“Woah, woah! Jesus man what did that vending machine do to you?”

Turning his head, Alex’s glare softened at the sight of his friend, Denis, approaching him. Denis, with his books still in his hands, tucked them under his arm as he stood in front of the machine, watching as the machine stalled with Alex’s bottle of Coke.

“The stupid thing got stuck! Is it too much to ask for a bottle of co-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the machine began to work again, grabbing the bottle and dispensing it below. Staring blankly at the bottom, his lips pulled into a tight line, Alex could only feel the embarrassment settling in - and it didn’t help to hear Denis laugh at how ridiculous he reacted.

“Oh my god, dude, you seriously need to take it easy. Did work kill you that bad?” Denis asked, watching as Alex bent down to pull out the bottle, standing back up as he began unscrewing the cap, guzzling the pop down.

Nodding his head, Alex screwed the cap back on before tucking the bottle in his bag, hiccuping at the carbonation before sighing, “Yeah, and it doesn’t help that I gotta go to Professor Dick’s class right after.”

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Denis nodded, listening to Alex as he vented, “Yeah, Thorne’s a real piece of work. But hey! Only gotta deal with him for another semester after this. Who knows, maybe he will knock a student up and ditch down?”

The fantasy would have been nice to come true, but Alex knew that it would stay just that - a fantasy. Thorne was a questionable guy, with interesting ideas and made borderline inappropriate comments towards the female students in all his classes…but that was just it, he could charm anyone he wanted, and that’s how he stayed around.

“Yeah, maybe when dogs walk on two legs…” Alex mumbled, pressing his knuckles to his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them, a yawn escaping his lips.

As he dropped his hands down to his side, he felt Denis nudge him in the arm, groaning at the contact as he was too tired to have any contact, “You got class at seven right?”

Nodding, Alex blinked, a tired smile on his face as he smacked his lips, “Yeah…seven to nine, best time of day to have a senior portfolio workshop.”

Denis laughed at the sarcastic comment, mentioning that it could’ve been worse and be at seven in the morning than at night. Alex, however, couldn’t see how anything could be worse than an evening class after a long day of work.

“Listen, I got my ‘Romanticism in Literature’ class in a few…why don’t you come with me? My teacher’s pretty cool and I’m sure she won’t mind if you sit in. I’m in the back anyways so she probably won’t even realize. She’s got pretty bad vision I’ve realized. I think she said that her glasses don’t got the right prescription or somethin. She’s always runnin late and claims she never has time to put her contacts in.”

The detailed explanation of the professor’s vision made Alex laugh, shaking his head as Denis looked at him confused, cheeks red, “What? It’s what she’s told us! She’s always coming in late. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came in late this time around. She’s got office hours before class, so she probably gets held up with a student.”

“Sounds like you’re in love with her, is that right, Denny Boy? Someone’s gotta crush on the teacher? Ain’t that every high school kid’s fantasy? Get the hots for the teacher?”

Scoffing, Denis rolled his eyes at Alex’s teasing and shoved him in the arm, “No man, come on now, it ain’t like that. Look if you don’t wanna come I don’t care, but I gotta go before I’m late.”

Holding his hands up in defense, Alex trailed behind Denis, going back in the direction he originally came from, “Hey, hey, I was only kidding, don’t gotta get defensive. I’ll take along, hopefully I won’t fall asleep in this class. Why you even taking this class anyways?”

Following Denis into the class, the auditorium setup similar to the one he just came out of, except smaller, Alex sat beside Denis in the back row, watching as the class filled up, only a few seats not filled.

“I guess I gotta earn some more credits outside my degree, this was the only one that wasn’t completely filled up yet and it worked with my schedule. It ain’t too bad, she gives us a lot of free time to work.”

Watching as Denis set his bag down beside him, opening his textbook to where they left off the other day, Alex watched Denis prep for the class, the teacher not in sight. Alex figured that the teacher must have been running late, like Denis said she always did, but he couldn’t help but wonder how long it’d be before she even showed up.

Fifteen minutes after class was supposed to begin the front door ripped open, slamming shut seconds after while heels frantically clicked towards the desk in the front of class.

“Sorry I’m late! I got caught up with another professor. I hope you all enjoyed your winter breaks and are happy to be back. I know I’m thrilled to be back!”

The sweet voice caught Alex’s attention, his eyes pulling from his cell phone and to the front of the class where the professor had just walked in. He felt his mouth fall open slightly, catching it before Denis noticed his reaction.

He was expecting an old lady for Denis’ class, someone who was on the edge of death and smelled of cats. What he found, however, was someone the complete opposite. Younger, curvier, and the scent that filled the room when she entered was warm - like she just finished drinking a cup of coffee.

Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, bangs hanging low over her eyes, covering the tops of her crooked frames. She couldn’t have been all that older than him, maybe mid-thirties at max. He didn’t notice what she was wearing below, but the shirt she wore clung to her so well, the outline of her fuller chest displayed with her necklace dipping into her cleavage.

‘Good God, Alex, get a hold of yourself.’

Alex watched the professor, noticing her speaking although his lusted thoughts deafened his ears. He assumed she was asking how the break went and if anyone did anything fun because a few people raised their hands, a kind smile on her face as she listened to her students.

“That’s great to hear, Polly! You’ll have to show me the photos you took sometime. I have never been to that side of the country before,” Her head shifted towards the other side of the room, looking up at the higher rows. “Did anyone else have anything to share about their break?”

Denis’ professor sat patiently and listened to everyone who wanted to share, giving everyone the opportunity to discuss their breaks before she opened up her laptop to get started with class. Alex watched as she picked up the remote and pointed it to the projector box, the screen coming down beside her with her computer screen displayed.

Her home screen featured what he assumed to be her and some friends. He recognized a few of the people in the photo as they were also professors at the university - what made Alex turn his nose, however, was right beside her - in all his douchebag glory, Jaxon Thorne. Before he could make a cohesive thought, the photo went away and a slideshow on Mary Shelley appeared…and maybe for the better.

“Okay everyone! As mentioned in the email, we are gonna be diving into Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein for this part of the semester,” She began, her warm smile still ignited, chuckling lightly as some of the students up front became uneasy in their seats, excited for the novel, “I’m glad to hear we have some fans. Now, I promised that I wouldn’t give you any reading over break, but because of that we will be reading quite a bit over the next few weeks.”

The slide shifted to the reading guide and what chapters were due when. Alex watched as some students scribbled the due dates down while others pulled out their cell phones, snapping a photo before stuffing their phones away.

“For Wednesday I would like you all to have read the preface and letters one through four. Come prepared to discuss your analyses of the text and any questions you may have. Of course, I’ll have my office hours open tomorrow and Wednesday before class, but if there are any questions, you can send me an email and I’ll try to get back with you in a timely manner.”

The rest of class seemed to lull by, Alex’s gaze fixed on the professor that continued to go over what the last half of the semester would look like, answering the occasional question, before finally it was time to pack up and go. Frowning, Alex shifted in his seat, looking at Denis who was packing things up in his bag.

“It’s over?” Alex asked, eyebrows furrowed, a pathetic frown on his face.

Looking up from his bag, Denis smiled, nodding, “Yeah man, it is. Why? You fall in love with Mary Shelley?” Standing up, Denis pushed his seat under the table and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, if it works for your schedule and you’re interested, maybe go up and ask if you can enroll. I don’t know if you’ll be able to with it being so late in the semester, but it’s worth a shot,” Glancing down at his watch, Denis sighed, “Look, I gotta run, but let me know how it goes, okay?” Patting Alex’s back, Denis rushed up the stairs and out the back door, fleeing the auditorium to get to his next class on time.

Meanwhile, Alex kept seated, watching as the professor talked with some students who approached her desk after class, laughing and admiring the editions of Frankenstein that students presented. Was this how professors could be with their students? Actually caring and involved? It seemed like Alex had poor luck with his own professors - either they were old as a bat and didn’t know how to work the computer, or they were a presumptuous dick.

When the students began to flock out, already discussing how they were looking forward to Wednesday’s class, Alex finally stood up, pulling his bag over his shoulder and making his way down the auditorium steps. She hadn’t noticed him as he walked, writing something down in her planner. As he stood now in front of her, he cleared his throat awkwardly, gaining her attention as she looked up, squinting before taking her glasses off.

“Hello,” he began shyly, adjusting the strap of his bag, “I’m Alex. My friend, Denis, he’s in your class.”

At the mention of Denis, she smiled and nodded, “Yes! Denis, nice boy he is,” She adjusted her position in her seat, leaning back slightly, “I-I’m sorry, are you in my class? I don’t believe I’ve ever see-”

“No! I mean, no, no I’m not in your class. I have a free hour before my next class and Denis invited me to sit in for this one,” He rushed, cheeks red as he realized how abruptly he had interrupted her, “I’m sorry, um, yeah I just came down because I really enjoyed your lecture today. I was curious if there was any way I could maybe enroll? I know it’s late in the semester, but I did enjoy today.”

The cheeky smile faded into a sadder, smaller smile. She chewed on her bottom lip before leaning forward again, crossing her arms over chest, accentuating her cleavage that Alex desperately tried not to stare at.

“Oh, I’m sorry Alex, but I don’t think I can convince the department to let you in this late in the semester. I love your enthusiasm with the course and would love to have you in my class, but I don’t think I can make that happen.” Her smile dropped to a frown when she saw the visible disappointment in Alex’s face before bending over to open her bag, pulling out a copy of Frankenstein, handing it to Alex.

Looking down at the copy, Alex opened the cover, reading what he assumed to be her name in the cover, before flipping through the pages, a weak smile on his face, trying his best to not look so pathetic in front of her.

“How about this? I probably shouldn’t, but if you want to sit in on the days you’re free, you’re more than welcome to. I’ll forward you the reading guide so you can keep up with us, but you won’t earn any credit in this class. Is that okay?”

His frown turned into a grin, looking up from the book, Alex nodded, his cheeks pink as his toothy crooked grin spread across his face, “Yeah, yes. Thank you,” Tugging down the front of his striped blue shirt, he cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down at the book before back up at her, “Um, so when are your office hours? Just in case I have any questions?”

Letting out a faint ‘ah’, she opened her notebook and scribbled some notes down, tearing off the paper and handing it to Alex, “You’re more than welcome to shoot me an email though if you need help outside of my office hours. Or you can call my office number, sometimes I answer it.” She admitted, her own cheeks going pink at the confession.

Smiling, Alex looked down at the paper and made a mental note to remember all that she had given him.

My email,

My office number,

Office hours are M&W: 3-5:15 and T&R: 1-2

Class takes place on M&W from 5:30-6:30

The smile she left on the page made Alex’s stomach flutter. His thumb ran along the smiley face before he looked up, thanking her quietly for the note. She was sweet, almost too sweet for Alex to absorb, like he was in a sugar coma and begging for more.

“Of course, it was nice to meet you Alex. I’m looking forward to seeing you in class. I don’t mean to run off, but I’m to meet another professor here in a couple minutes and don’t need to be lectured on being late.”

When she stood up, Alex’s face went hot. The flowy flower blouse that showed more cleavage than he had seen on a professor before was tucked into a tight jean skirt, clinging to her hips in all the right places, a thick black belt holding it all together. If it weren’t for the fact that he was right in front of her, he probably would have started drooling.

Packing up her desk, she stuffed her things in her bag, throwing her sweater over her shoulder before throwing her bag around her, moving around the desk to stand beside it now, looking up at Alex. He noted how she was shorter, the heels helping her with height, and how good her legs looked in them. Clearing his throat, he shifted his bag around him to sit in front of his pants, attempting to hide any possible pop-up in his jeans.

“If you’re free tomorrow, stop by my office hours. I’ll even buy you a coffee if it’s too early for you. I know you college boys stay up far too late. I can only imagine what your mothers think.” She teased, shaking her head and she turned and began to head out of the room, hearing Alex keep tight on her trail.

Turning off the lights and letting him leave first, she shut the door behind her and stood beside Alex, motioning towards the English department office, “I’ll see you tomorrow, or Wednesday, my office is the last one on the right. I’ll be sure to leave my door open!”

Nodding, Alex smiled and waved goodbye as she waved back, rushing down the hall and weaving through the students to get into the office. Letting out a sigh, Alex leaned against the doorway, processing his first encounter with the professor, the boyish lust grin stuck on his face.

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Panting hard, Alex gripped her hips tight, his fingers digging into her plush figure, grunting as he snapped his hips into her from behind, her pillowed ass meeting him with each thrust. The sweat that built up on him was beginning to fall down face, trailing down his neck and chest.

Tangling his right hand into her hair, his left still placed on her hips, Alex pulled her locks gently, smiling at the sound of her wanton moan, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“A-Alex! Oh god, Alex, I don’t think I’m going to last. F-Fuck!”

Feeling his own climax build, Alex let out a shaky breath as he bent down craning his neck to kiss her lips as he continued to rut inside of her, his thrusts becoming sloppy and quicker.

The sensation became too much too quickly, his legs shaking as he kneeled behind her befo-

Jolting awake, the obnoxious phone alarm woke Alex from his dream, resulting in a now completely frustrated mood. While still on his back, Alex reached behind him on the shelf that rested behind his bed frame, pulling his phone up and looking at the screen, squinting to gain his vision from waking up, the bright screen burning his eyes.

When he unlocked his phone and opened it, prompting him to his email, his frown lit up and turned into a smile, seeing her name in his inbox.

Good evening, Alex!

I’m sorry this is so late, I’m finally getting back to my apartment and wanted to send this your way before I forgot. Here is the reading guide for the rest of the semester and that information I shared with you earlier in case you lost it.

I look forward to seeing you in my office tomorrow or Wednesday. I hope you have a good night! :)

Best!

Alex’s mood quickly shifted after reading the email. While he was disappointed that the wet dream he was having with her ended so soon, he was more than pleased to see that he had an email from her. Clicking his phone off, Alex tossed his phone onto his bed, sitting up with his hand behind him to keep him up.

His room illuminated a red/orange hue from the lava lamp that sat on his dresser in the corner of his room. Turning his attention towards the window, he looked behind the blinds to see the city life outside his apartment lit up, the sound of music coming from the club down the road and laughs from those partying.

Letting out a yawn, Alex shook his head and rubbed his face, shifting his legs before stopping quickly, feeling the mess in his boxers. Looking down, Alex groaned seeing the stain in his boxers, pressing his hand to feel the wet spot before sighing, standing up. He pulled his boxers carefully off, tossing them into his laundry basket before making his way into the bathroom to clean up.

When he entered the small bathroom that was connected to his room, he hissed at the bright light as it came on, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was tangled up, sticking out on the sides and his eyes were squinted, too tired to open them fully. Shaking his head, Alex climbed into the shower and started the water, the cold water hitting him both waking him up and cooling himself down.

He was absolutely and pathetically smitten over her. There was no doubt about it. Since leaving her class, the only thoughts that occupied his mind were of her. He had already planned out what he would wear tomorrow when he went to her office hours. It was pathetic, truly, with how quickly he was letting the woman ruin him. It was ridiculous to say, no doubt, because what would happen between them? Nothing. Not a single thing would come between the two other than a conversation about Frankenstein, maybe a personal question here and there.

Or so he thought.

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Riding On

CH26- In Sickness And In Health

Summary: A bug hits the Adler household, and it isn’t pretty.

Warnings: Bad language, talks of puke and vomit (grim!)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Word Count- 5.1k ish

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Chapter 25

Fliss woke in the middle of the night to Thor gently scratching at the bedroom door, little whines seeping from his mouth. She sat still, her ears craning for what had gotten him so agitated and then she heard soft crying from across the hall. She knew from the fact it wasn’t coming over the baby monitor it wasn’t Alex, which left one other person.

“Frank...” she nudged him with her elbow gently in his ribs, where he lay in his preferred sleeping position, on his stomach, arms folded under his pillow. “Babe, Mary’s crying.”

He grumbled something before his nose screwed up and he gave a sleepy questioning hum as Fliss flicked on the lamp and rose from the bed, locating her sleep wear which had been discarded the night before as they’d gotten a little frisky. He groaned again, blinking against the light before his sleepy brain suddenly registered what was going on and he sat up, frowning.

The door to their room opened as Fliss headed across the landing and Frank jumped out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweats that were discarded over the back of the chair by the vanity and followed. As soon as Fliss opened the door to Mary’s room the smell of vomit hit his nostrils and he sighed, instantly realising what was going on.

“Hey, hey...” Fliss stood on the bottom rung of the steps which led up to Mary’s bed, reaching over to brush her hair which was spattered with puke off her face. “Sweetheart, it’s ok.”

“I couldn’t get to the bathroom in time...” Mary sobbed. “I just woke up and...”

“Stack, calm down.” Frank soothed as he moved behind Fliss. “Does your tummy hurt?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and then without warning she pushed Fliss away, retched, and spewed up once more all over her bedspread, her sobbing growing louder. Frank grimaced, and in front of him Fliss gave a little, sudden half retch of her own- he knew she hated dealing with puke but it was testament to her mom instincts as she swallowed and reached out, rubbing Mary’s back.

“Okay, honey. Let’s get you cleaned up. Can you stand in the shower or do you want me to run you a bath?”

“Bath.” Mary stammered, retching again and Fliss nodded, turning to Frank. “I’ll go sort it, can you help her down?”

“Sure.” Frank nodded as Fliss dodged round him, heading to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry.” Mary whispered.

“What for?” Frank frowned.

“For barfing in my bed.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Frank soothed her. “Have I ever been mad at you for being sick?”

“Only when I ate all those marshmallows.”

“That was different, I told you to stop stuffing them into your mouth and you didn’t.” Frank chuckled, the back of his hand pressing to Mary’s forehead. She felt clammy, her cheeks tinged with pink. “You can’t help it if you’re ill, sweetheart.”

“But the bedcover is new.”

“Mary, it doesn’t matter.” He repeated. “It’ll wash. I’m more worried about you. Now come on, let’s get you in the bath okay?”

With a little clever manoeuvring, Frank helped Mary down from her bunk and she made her way slowly into the bathroom where Fliss as busy drawing her a bath.

“Okay, you want me to stay with you or you wanna be on your own?” Fliss asked Mary as she slumped ok the close toilet seat.

“Can you stay?”

“Sure.” Fliss smiled.

“I’ll go strip the bed and toss it all in the machine.” Frank gently ran his hand over the back of Mary’s head as Fliss handed her a glass of water. “You can get in with us for the rest of the night.”

Mary drained the glass and nodded, wiping her eyes. Frank straightened up and Fliss gave him a little smile before he turned and headed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Half an hour or so later Mary was in a fresh set of pyjamas, had taken a dose of medicine and was settled in their bed. After an initial bit of another flap about her not wanting to be in the middle in case she needed to get out, Frank had assured her that if she moved he would wake and she was now settled in between him and Fliss, curled on her side and snuggled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin. His large arms cuddled her close, his left hand gently rubbing at her back as he gave Fliss a tired smile as she flicked off the light and settled down beside them having checked on Alex to make sure the noise hadn’t disturbed him.

“I’ll stay home with her.” He whispered as Fliss leaned over and pressed a kiss to the back of Mary’s head before she moved and placed a soft one on Frank’s mouth. “It’s easier for me to rearrange stuff than you, I can work here.”

“I can rearrange some stuff if needs be but, well, she’s always a daddy’s girl when she’s sick.” Fliss yawned.

Frank chuckled a little as he too gave a soft yawn. “Yeah, and I’d be lying if I said I ever wanted that to change.”

****

Mary was off colour for just over two days. Just as Fliss had stated, she’d been clingy to Frank, laying on the sofa by his side or on his knee, her head resting on his lap whilst she slept. Thankfully, by the time the third day rolled around she was back almost to her usual self although Frank insisted she stay home from summer camp for the rest of the week. The bad news was, however, the bug was seemed to have caught him now. He felt funny on the Monday morning and as he drove into work he had to pull his truck over so he could puke out of the door. With a groan he grabbed the bottle of water out of the holder and with a shaky hand drained half in one go before he pulled a u-turn and headed home. Fliss saw his truck arrive back onto their driveway and came into the house to find him rushing into the bathroom, throwing up violently into the toilet. With a sigh she gently rubbed his back and sent him to bed, fetching him some water and kissing his head, telling him to rest up. “Where’s dad?” Mary asked as she walked into her kitchen later that evening, having been picked up by Bill following a call from Fliss earlier that afternoon. “In bed, he’s caught your bug.” Fliss sighed. “Poor bugger.” Bill grimaced. “Yeah, he’s not well.” Fliss wrinkled her nose. “Just a case of it working through his system.” She smiled at Alex as she took him from her dad. “They behaved?” “Good as gold.” Bill smiled as Alex gave his momma a huge grin as she kissed his cheek. “Do you want us to pick them up again tomorrow evening?” “Would you?” Fliss sighed. “Frank won’t be up to it and I’ve got lessons until six.” “Sure, Mary can stay if she likes. We’ve got the twins so...” “Oh please Mom, can I?” Mary grinned and Fliss shrugged. “Sure, if you want.” “Yesss.” Mary gave Bill a hi-five before she excused herself and headed into her den. Bill had a cup of tea before he headed back home and Fliss got Alex ready for bed. Just as she was carrying him out of the nursery for his night bottle, Frank emerged from their bedroom. He was pale, and looked absolutely drained. “Hey, how you feeling?” Fliss gave him a sympathetic smile and he shook his head, giving a little sigh. “Like I’ve been hit by a bus.” He grumbled as Alex gave a noise of excitement at seeing his dad. “Hey, buddy.” Frank gave him a smile and waggled his fingers, chuckling a little as the baby mimicked his actions. “Frankie, go back to bed.” Fliss coaxed and he sighed. “I can’t sleep, been awake for the last hour.” “You been sick again?” “Not yet. Although my stomach is killing me.” “Can you face anything to eat?” Frank shook his head. “Just need to get some water.” “I’ll get it, just go lie down and watch some TV or something.” “Is Mary okay?” He completely ignored her instructions and Fliss shot him a look. “Stop ignoring me. She’s fine. I’ll send her up to say hi, now go. Go on.” “Yes, Mom.” Frank grumbled before he turned and headed back into their room. As Fliss headed down the stairs she heard the vague sounds of him retching into the toilet in the en-suite. ***** The next morning, Fliss found herself with a sick fiancée and a sick eleven month old as Alex promptly woke her up at five am screaming, and proceeded to projectile vomit all over her as she lifted him out of his vomit spattered crib. With a sigh, she soothed him gently before she carried him into the main bathroom so as not to disturb Frank and stripped them both off, stepping into the shower with him in her arms to clean them both off. Being an expert at doing things one handed now thanks to usually having him on her hip, she managed to wash her hair and his before she stepped out, wrapped him in a little towel. She shrugged on her robe and carried him out of the room, dressing him in a clean romper before she wandered downstairs to make herself some breakfast. As soon as it was an acceptable hour, she called Joanne to have her cancel her lessons for the day before she then called her mum who assured her that her or Bill would collect Mary and drop her at summer camp so she didn’t have to. It was a little after ten when Frank headed downstairs to find Fliss gently rocking Alex to and fro as he griped in her arms, his little hands curled round the material of her t-shirt, his cheeks red as he rest one against her shoulder. “Oh he’s not got it as well?” Frank sighed and Fliss nodded. “Yup, I got a wonderful five am wake up call.” “Oh, Honey, I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” She looked at him, giving him a soft smile. “How you feeling today?” “A little better, not great but...” Frank shrugged as he ran a hand over Alex’s head. “Is he really bad?” Fliss wrinkled her nose. “He’s not been sick for an hour or so now but his diapers are grim.” She pulled a face. “I’m just worried about him not eating or drinking and getting dehydrated.” “Just offer him something plain to eat.” Frank looked at her, rubbing her arm. “Maybe some rye crackers or those little animal ones he likes and some diluted apple juice. If he’s like Mary then this will pass in a couple of days, don’t worry about it, it’s not like he’s a tiny baby now.” “Hmmm. Maybe I should ask Mum what I should do, I mean she’s done this before and...” At that Frank paused, his hand dropping to his side as he felt his temper flare. “Yeah, because it’s not like I have or anything is it, Fliss?” He knew he shouldn’t have said it, but he was tired, wasn’t feeling too great himself and her lack of faith in him had riled him to the point he’d blurted it out without thinking. And he immediately knew he’d pushed the wrong button when she stilled and turned to him, her eyes blazing. “You’re such a dick!” “I’m a dick?” He snapped back. “Jesus, you constantly second guess everything I suggest. I’ve done this before and Mary turned out just fine.” “I don’t second guess everything.” “You know what, just do what you want. I can’t have this argument now, I feel like crap. Maybe you should check with your mom what I should eat as well while you’re at it.” “Fuck off, Frank.” Fliss spat at him as she adjusted Alex in her arms and stormed out of the room, her feet heavy on the stairs as she made her way up them, Alex’s little cries growing quieter as she went before they died out completely as she shut the door to his nursery. With a groan Frank grabbed a bottle of water and followed her up the stairs where he headed back into the bedroom, climbed into bed and pulled the covers over his head. **** Thor alerted Fliss to someone’s presence and her head turned to see her mum enter through the back door holding a canvas shopping bag.

“Mum?”

“Hey love, you sounded a little stressed on the phone so I thought I’d swing by.” She smiled. “How is he?”

“Who, Alex or the asshole upstairs?” Fliss rolled her eyes and Verity arched her brow.

“You two had an argument? I thought Frank was ill?”

“He is. Suffering from asshole-itis.”

“Okay.” Verity sighed as she placed the bag on the counter in the kitchen. “Well, I made you a lasagne and some chicken soup for when Frank feels like eating. Probably better on his stomach than a heap of meat and cheese.”

“Thanks.” Fliss gave her mum a smile as she stood up and headed over to the kitchen area of the large family room, checking on Alex who was sleeping in the pack and play in the corner of the room.

“Did he eat his crackers?”

“A few.” Fliss shrugged. “But he drank most of his apple juice and keeping him hydrated is the most important thing, right?”

"He’s not a new-born now, Fliss.” Verity smiled. “And this isn’t the first time he’s been off colour.”

“No, but it’s the first time he’s been puking up every hour or so.”

“Yes, but as long as he keeps drinking then there’s no need to worry about it.” Verity looked at her. “If he’s still bad in another twenty-four hours and you’re worried, call the doctor. But Frank was right with what he said. Diluted apple juice will make sure he gets water and a bit of sugar, and if he munches on a few crackers then at least he’s eating something. You could always offer him a piece of banana too. Full of vitamins and the potassium will be good for him, too.” At that Fliss pulled a face and Verity chuckled. “You’ve never liked bananas.”

“Frank and Mary love them as well as him, but the texture makes me want to hurl.”

“You eat avocado.” Verity rolled her eyes and Fliss shrugged as she filled a kettle. There was a moment’s silence as Fliss placed the kettle on to boil and her mum reached for two mugs. “So, you going to tell me why Frank’s an asshole?”

“Oh, just before.” Fliss shrugged, tossing teabags into the teapot. “He accused me of second guessing him when I said I wanted to call you about Alex.”

“Right.” Verity nodded, leaning back against the counter. “And you weren’t?”

“No, of course not.” Fliss looked at her mum and Verity shrugged.

“Okay,” she held her hands up, “but, try and see it from his point of view, sweetheart. He is his dad…”

“I know that…”

“…and he’s done this before. In fact he’s done this before the same amount of times I have.”

At that Fliss paused and took a deep breath as her mum continued.

“You and Steve are both my children, but don’t forget, I didn’t meet Steve until he was five. So my sum total experience of babies was from looking after you, which makes Frank as equally qualified as me, certainly from the six month mark anyway.”

Fliss hesitated, in all honesty she hadn’t thought about it that way. She let out a sigh as her eyes filled with tears and her mum gave her a small smile and gently touched her arm. “Hey, don’t get upset, come here…”

Fliss willingly stepped into her mums arms for a hug, sniffing a little as Verity gently stroked the back of her head. “Being a parent is stressful, and being a first time one is the scariest thing in the world, but I wish I’d had the support from someone like you get from Frank.”

“I know, and he’s great, he’s more than great he’s fantastic, sometimes I just,” Fliss sniffed and shrugged lamely as she pulled back a little, “you’re my mum, that’s all.”

“Yeah I was last time I checked.” Verity smiled and Fliss let out a soft chuckle as she stepped back. “But Frank is your fiancée, and Alex’s dad. I can understand why he got a little frustrated.”

“He’s never snapped at me before when I’ve called you for advice.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not feeling great is he?” Verity reasoned. “He’s most likely tired and a bit cranky and you just got the brunt, unfortunately. Isn’t that the way it works? You’re a snappy bitch with him often enough.”

“I know.” Fliss turned to the kettle. “Least he doesn’t beat me black and blue for it, huh?”

“Don’t.” Verity said sternly and Fliss poured the hot water into the tea pot.

“True though.” She sighed, before she shook her head. “Anyway, enough. What are you doing with the kids tonight?”

“Your Dad's pumping the inflatables up for the pool.” Verity took her tea with a thanks. “Then we’ve stocked up on sausages, burgers and enough soda and sweets to keep them wired for a week.”

“Standard night and Nanna and Granddad’s then.” Fliss smiled and Verity chuckled as the two of them made their way outside to sit in the garden.

“The twins are staying until the weekend.” Verity smiled. “Steve’s taking Sian off for a last little break before your wedding and the baby arrives. If you want to gather some more stuff for Mary, she can stay longer. We were going to take them to the waterpark on Thursday.”

“She’d love that. I’ll check with Frank as we’ve paid for summer camp, but I don’t think he’ll have an issue.”

“Issue with what?”

Both women looked up to see Frank stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes slightly. At the sight of him looking so tired and sick, Fliss felt all her earlier anger ebbing away and she took a deep breath.

“Oh, Mum was just saying, the twins are staying with her and dad until Friday, she suggested Mary might like to as well.”

“You don’t need to check with me.” Frank shook his head, his voice soft. “You’re her mom. If she wants to then, whatever.” Frank shrugged. “Not like we’re going to be doing anything at the moment, is it?”

“How are you feeling?” Verity looked at Frank and he gave a shrug.

“Crap.” He snorted, “How’s Bean?”

“He ate a few crackers and had some apple juice, he just seems tired.” Fliss shrugged.

To his credit, Frank didn’t mention the fact that she’d done exactly what he advised. Instead he nodded. “Good.”

“Do you want anything to eat?” Fliss offered. “Mum brought some chicken soup.”

“No, no offence V but my stomach isn’t quite ready for that.” He grimaced as Verity waved his apology off. “I just came for some air and to grab a drink.”

“Do you want me to make you a honey and ginger tea?” Fliss looked at him. “Might help.”

Frank gave her a soft smile, “sure, thanks.”

She stood up and passed him in the doorway, her hand softly brushing over his arm as she went. Once she’d gone, Frank stepped outside, taking in a breath as he let the sun warm his face. “You sure you don’t mind Mary staying for a few days?”

“Of course not.” Verity shook her head. “I was just saying to Fliss, we’re thinking of taking them all to the water park on Thursday.”

“She’ll love that.” Frank smiled, taking a deep breath as a wave of nausea washed over him.

“As long as it’s not an issue, Fliss said you’d already paid for camp.”

Frank shook his head. “It’s not expensive, plus you have to pay for the full summer up front, regardless. Just easier to make sure she has a place. As long as we tell them she won’t be there for the rest of the week it doesn’t matter.” He took a seat in one of the outside comfy chairs, and ran his hands over his face. “God, this is disgusting.”

Verity chuckled. “Yeah, it seems a pretty nasty bug. Make sure you rest up.”

“I’m bored of lying in bed.” He groaned.

“You’re just like Bill.” Verity looked at him, sternly. “Don’t be a stubborn bastard and rush around until you’re ready.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gave her a salute and she narrowed her eyes playfully.

“And whilst we’re at it, I’ve spoken to Fliss about her being a snappy little madam.”

“What do you mean?”

“She told me you’d had an argument before, and yes, before you say anything I can see your point but I can also see hers.” She looked at him. “I gave her a gentle reminder that my experience with babies amounts to the same as yours so I’m by no means more qualified but I’m glad she feels she can call me. It’s a support network I didn’t have, nor did you for that matter. And I bet you wish you did.”

Frank took a deep breath. “I know, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I was just, well, a little frustrated, that’s all.”

“No, I know, I get it.” Verity assured him. “And so does she. Just maybe try not to be such a cranky little shit.”

At that Frank snorted and their conversation was cut off when Fliss appeared, placing a mug on the table in front of him.

“Thanks.” He smiled as she ran her hand through his hair affectionately. Reaching up, he caught her hand and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“I’m sorry I snapped before.” He looked at her and she smiled back.

“It’s okay.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I don’t trust you something.”

“I should have pointed it out to you in a better way than I did.” Frank conceded, before his eyes playfully darted to Verity before they flicked back to Fliss’. “I was a cranky little shit.”

Verity chuckled and shook her head as Fliss smiled and moved to take her seat. Frank reached over for his drink and took a small sip, leaning back in his chair, happy to be outside the confines of the bedroom for a few moments, until his stomach gave a violent lurch, reminding him exactly why he hadn’t strayed far from the bathroom.

With a groan, he jumped up, almost falling over Thor in his haste and knowing full well he wasn’t going to make it to the toilet, he turned and violently spewed into the kitchen sink.

“Well,” Fliss sighed, standing up to go and help him out, “at least he’ll be bringing up nothing but water.” She pulled a face. “Don’t fancy fishing chunks out of the plug hole.”

*****

Frank woke early the next morning, having slept so much over the last forty-eight hours and he was pleased to report he was feeling much better. It was still quite dark outside and he took care as he climbed out of bed not to make too much noises. He padded over to the spare room, Fliss having chosen to sleep in there along with Alex in the travel crib so as not to disturb him too much, and was happy to see the pair of them fast asleep when he poked his head through the door. Thor eyed him a little before he stood up, stretching and wandered over, yawning.

“Wanna go out, pal?” Frank reached out and scratched the large dog behind his ear as his tail wagged lazily, his mouth opening in a wide yawn. “Okay, come on.”

It was an hour or so later he heard Fliss shout down the stairs. It was a frantic, broken yell of his name and in a flash he sprinted up onto the landing in time to see her bursting into the bathroom where she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

“Oh, baby.” He sighed, walking towards her but she waved him away.

“Alex,” she spluttered, before she turned and puked again and Frank instantly understood. Heading into the spare room, he picked up the baby who had himself thrown up, but was surprisingly cheerful all things considered. There were no tears, no fuss, just a huge grin for his daddy as he sat peering up at him.

“Not quite sure what you find so amusing.” Frank arched his eyebrow and swept the baby up, turning him so that the front of his vomit spattered romper was facing outwards, one large arm supporting his butt. He made his way back onto the landing to see Fliss now emerging, her face flushed and her eyes heavy.

“Go back to bed.” Frank nodded to their room, before he dropped a kiss to her forehead. “I got this.”

Without so much as a word of protest she headed into their bedroom, Thor following, and she closed the door behind her. Twenty minutes later, Alex was cleaned up and sat in his high chair next to Frank who was perched on a stool at the island, both of them munching on a banana. Alex’s appetite was back with gusto, but Frank was wary of overloading the tot’s stomach (and his own for that matter) so soon following their illness, so he had cut Alex’s banana into smaller pieces than normal in an attempt it would fool him into thinking he had eaten more. No such luck. As he finished the last piece he examined his now empty bowl and then looked at Frank, making a questioning noise.

“No more buddy, not yet.” Frank shook his head, chuckling as Alex reached for the one Frank had in his hand. “This is mine.” At that, Alex frowned and let out a loud noise of protest. Frank merely looked back at him again. “Complain all you want, it won’t get you anywhere.”

Once their breakfast was done, he carried him over to the play mat, watching him carefully as he entertained himself, crawling across the rug to get to some of his brightly coloured blocks. Frank played with him for a little while before he called both work and Joanne explaining the situation and that neither he nor Fliss would be in work that day. Once that was sorted, he then decided to take Alex out for some air into the garden, selecting a spot in the shade by the pool. By the time lunch time rolled around, neither of them had thrown up again, but there was no sign of Fliss. Frank set Alex down for a nap in his room, and headed over to check on her. She peered up at him from where she was led in bed, something playing on the TV and she gave him a weak smile.

“Hey.” He dropped onto the bed by her side, his hand running through her hair. “You need anything?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Is Bean okay?”

“He’s fine. He’s had a banana and some crackers for breakfast and a little more for lunch. So far so good, it hasn’t come back up.”

“Course I would have to get it too.” She grumbled and Frank chuckled, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Well, were you really expecting anything else?” He smiled and she rolled her eyes.

“No, suppose not.” She shifted and stretched, grimacing a little. “Fuck, my back is starting to go funny.”

“Lying down too much?” He asked gently, knowing she struggled with that sometimes if she was on it for too long, a consequence of her accident all those years ago.

“Yeah, that and I think I pulled it puking.”

“Well, how about I draw you a bath and then you can come downstairs and rest on the couch?” He offered, his hand cupping her cheek. “I got plenty of cuddles and sympathy in me, especially now I know I’ve had it and therefore immune.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

It was little under half an hour later when Fliss made her way downstairs, dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt, her hair pulled back into a messy pony tail. Frank gave her a small smile and lifted his arm as she sat down next to him. He pressed a kiss to her temple as she cuddled up to him.

“You need anything?” Frank asked her softly and she shook her head, adjusting herself so she was comfy, snuggling into him a little further. Only it didn’t last long. Approximately five minutes later she gave a little whimper and shot up from the couch, running for the bathroom. Frank let out a sigh as he stood up and followed her, his large hand rubbing at her back as he knelt beside her whilst she puked into the downstairs toilet.

“Fuck this shit.” She groaned as she sat back, her face flushed, cheeks streaked with tears. “I don’t wanna be ill. I hate you.”

“Me?” Frank chuckled.

“Yes, you. You gave this to me.”

“Well, actually, I think I gave it to Alex. Who likely gave it to you.”

“Exactly, you infected him and he infected me.”

“If we’re playing the blame game, then Mary is totally ‘Patient Zero’.”

Fliss looked at him, swallowing, before she moved him out of the way and retched again, only this time nothing much came up on account of her stomach being empty.

“I need water.” She mumbled.

“Okay, you want me to fetch you some here or are you done?”

“I’m done, for the time being. I think.” She sighed and Frank stood, pulling her to her feet. He waited whilst she splashed cold water on her face and rinsed her mouth out before he gently scooped his arm round her as she slowly walked into the hallway, stumbling a little as she went. Not wanting her to fall and add a concussion to the mix, Frank easily swept her up into his arms, bridal style and she groaned.

“I’m not dying.”

“Well, you looked you were going to fall so, suck it up, Buttercup.” He shrugged, depositing her back on the couch before he made his way to the fridge. He came back with a bottle of water and unscrewed the lid before passing it to her. She took a large gulp, her face pale before she gave an exhausted sigh, the back of her forearm wiping at her forehead.

“Is it warm in here?” She frowned and Frank shook his head.

“The Air-Con is at normal temp. You’re running a slight fever, same as us.”

“Fantastic.” Fliss groaned, flopping down and stretching out beside him, laying her head in his lap.

“Well in my eyes you’ve always been hot.” Frank joked lamely, as his fingers gently ran down her neck and back, the same way she’d comforted him the previous day. She shook her head, scoffing at his lame joke.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Calling it how I see it, Lissy.” He chuckled, his hand gently brushing down the side of her face. “Try and get some rest, Sweetheart. You’ll feel better when you’ve slept, I promise.”

They sat in silence, eyes trained on the TV and when Alex woke a short while later, Frank glanced down to see Fliss had fallen asleep. Reaching for a pillow he gently moved her head, propping it up on the cushion, a soft sigh escaping him. She’d spent pretty much the entire last week taking care of them, it was certainly time to repay the favour.

“You gonna be quiet so you don’t disturb Momma?” He spoke in a hushed voice to Alex once he’d changed his diaper and carried him back downstairs. Alex made a little noise in response, a garble of sounds that sounded a little like 'Mama' when Frank thought about it. He had no doubt in his mind that the baby would be speaking sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, Mama.” Frank nodded as he opened the door to the family room. Fliss was still fast asleep and thankfully, Alex seemed content once he’d seen her to be distracted by Fred, who sauntered over towards him as he sat on the rug, his tail swishing in Alex’s face making him laugh as he went to grab it. Fred scooted off and Frank spoke, his voice low.

“Alex, no. We don’t pull tails.”

Alex looked at him before he gave a giggle and spun quickly onto all fours and shot after the animal as fast as he could crawl. With a roll of his eyes, Frank headed after him and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, lifting him up. Alex’s cackles rang around the room and despite himself, Frank chuckled as well as he spun the baby to face him, holding him at arm’s length.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” He arched his eyebrow as he brought him back down to press a kiss to his cheek, before he extended his arms again, once more bringing him back towards him, more giggles bursting from Alex’s mouth as he continued to repeat the playful motion. “Cute, but a total menace.”

When Frank held Alex above him for a fourth time, it wasn’t a giggle that burst from the tot’s mouth. It was a steady stream of banana and rye barf which hit Frank straight in the face.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.” Frank grimaced, wiping his face on his shoulder, before he turned to look at Alex who grinned at him. “Thanks a lot, pal.”

**** Chapter 27

#riding on #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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alexcabotgf · 3 years ago

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tag 9 people to learn more about their interests

TAGGED BY: @punishebe (thank u sm angel 🤍 🤍 🤍)

MUSIC

fave genre? rock of all kinds (classic/pop/indie/alt/punk etc)

fave artist? bands: fleetwood mac, the gits, counting crows, the 1975; solo artists: stevie nicks, joan jett, phoebe bridgers, halsey, lana del rey

fave song? you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers

song currently stuck in your head? male fantasy by billie eilish but also that our god is an awesome god gospel for whatever reason

5 fave lyrics? i have so many faves so these are gonna be the first ones i can think of off the top of my head

it hurts me to be angry / kills me to be kind — bob (cousin o) by the gits

you couldn’t have / stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody / who loves you more — moon song by phoebe bridgers

and she wonders is this real / or does she just want to be queen — the highwayman by stevie nicks

rulers make bad lovers / you better put your kingdom up for sale — gold dust woman by fleetwood mac

so you pull down the shades and you shut off the lights / because somehow we mixed up 'goodbye’ and ‘goodnight’ — possibility days by counting crows

BOOKS

fav book genre? mystery/thrillers but boy have they been disappointing me lately

fav writer? not to sound uneducated but i don’t think i have one. i haven’t read enough books from one singular author to consider them my favorite, the closest one would be gillian flynn since i’ve read and liked all of her books but idk

fav book? once again i don’t think i have an all time favorite standalone book, but the two favorites of 2020 for me were sleepers by lorenzo carcaterra and white oleander by janet fitch

fav book series? the millennium trilogy by stieg larsson

comfort book? probably something i used to read as a kid like the sisterhood of the traveling pants series

perfect book to read on a rainy day? either a hard hitting contemporary or a thriller

fave characters? i don’t have many favorite book characters but an all time fave would be miss lisbeth from millennium trilogy

5 quotes from your fave books that you know by heart? here are some that have stuck with me (even tho i haven’t read some of the books they’re from,,,,anyway)

for you, a thousand times over — the kite runner by khaled hosseini (leech rally haven’t even read this book but i think about this quote at least once a week)

for the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. they may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change // what woman here is so enamoured of her own oppression that she cannot see her heel print upon another woman’s face? — the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house by audre lorde

always learn poems by heart. they have to become the marrow in your bones. like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay — white oleander by janet fitch

i’ll take care of you / it’s rotten work / not to me. not if it’s you — anne carson’s an oresteia ofc! a classic!! that i haven’t yet read lmao

a painful truth, and yet we must endure // he’ll have my hatred anywhere he goes — oedipus at colonus and oedipus rex respectively, transl. by david mulroy

TV AND MOVIES

fave tv/movie genre? drama, horror, thriller

fave movie? a few years ago i would’ve said girl interrupted but i’m not sure if it'd hold up at this point so i’ll have to go with my all time favorite franchise which is scream <3

comfort movie? anything that i have fond memories of watching (e.g american honey, empire records) or anything i used to watch as a kid (e.g lotr)

fave tv show? prison break. those bald men running around just make me feel a certain type of way

most rewatched tv show? probably house md but desperate housewives is a close second

5 fave characters?

gale weathers — scream

michael scofield — prison break

lisbeth salander — millennium trilogy i know i’ve already used her for fave book character but noomi rapace’s portrayal is chef’s kiss

tauriel — the hobbit

and of course i have to include my wife, the loml alex cabot — svu

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging (i usually binge older shows but prefer when only 1 episode is released per week) | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once

TAGGING: @joanna-lannister @xavierdalon @retrodame @henry-cavill @hannahhunti @moonlight @sonosions @anyataylorjoy @simmonsjemma @anistonjen + everyone else who’s interested in doing this!

#tag games #punishebe #ro tysm for tagging me this was FUNNN #the only reason it took me this long to complete is because of book quotes #listen i might not be able to tell you what my five favorite book quotes are but i can easily tell you fifty fic quotes that made me want t #i have a separate folder for that with like 200 screenshots godbless #*made me want to lie down

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clumsyclifford · 4 years ago

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“pull over, let me drive for a while” w malum if it strikes u :))

omg malum!!! i have missed them!!!! also your love your friends die laughing fic inspired me to write young boys malum so here they are

read on ao3

The concert is worth it, Michael keeps saying. Worth a three-hour drive each way. Calum likes All Time Low, but three hours is a long way to drive.

“It’s not even that long,” Michael insists. “It’ll be over before you know it. We’ll just listen to music the whole way and you won’t even notice.”

“But you’ll notice,” Calum says. “You’ll be driving.”

“I love driving,” Michael says dismissively.

“Really? Driving three hours after being at a concert for probably three hours, after having driven for another three hours?”

“Calum, this is the only opportunity we’ll have to see them,” Michael says. “They’re only doing one date in Oz. So if you don’t want to see them, then fine, but I do. If you don’t want to come then I’ll just ask Luke.”

“No,” Calum says quickly. “I want to come. I’m just making sure you’ve thought this through.”

“I’ve already talked about with my mum and she said it’s fine as long as we come straight back. Please, Cal?” Michael pouts a little, as if he thinks he needs to keep persuading Calum. If Calum hadn’t been on board straight out the gate, he’d have been convinced from “All Time Low concert” onward. “I don’t want to take Luke.”

“You’re going to have to spend time alone with him eventually,” Calum informs him. He smiles. “But if you give my ticket to Luke I will kill you. Yeah, fine. We can go.”

“Yes!” Michael punches the air in triumph. “Fuck yeah! Mike and Calum road trip! This is gonna be so much fun. And! All Time Low concert!”

Calum grins, infected by Michael’s enthusiasm as always. His attitude always spreads like wildfire, which can be a good thing or a very bad thing depending on Michael’s mood. A bad day means everyone in the room is automatically on edge, but a good day just means smiles all around.

At least, that’s Calum’s experience. But Calum has always been a little more attuned to Michael than anyone else, so maybe he’s over-generalising.

“Road trip!” he enthuses, matching Michael’s grin. “I call being in charge of the music!”

“You twat, we’re going to listen to All Time Low the whole way.”

“I know, but I want to choose what All Time Low.”

Michael rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. Maybe Calum is slightly taking advantage of his giddy state. “Yes, fine, you can be in charge.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“But!” Michael suddenly sobers up and gives Calum a very serious look. “If you play ‘Come One, Come All,’ so help me I will stop the car and make you walk.”

“You have no taste, Mike, that’s one of their best songs!”

“I’m not hearing it!”

“You hate fun! You hate happiness and fun!”

“Maybe I do!”

Calum sticks his tongue out. Michael sticks his tongue out in return. Calum shoves his shoulder, so Michael slaps Calum’s other shoulder, and before long they’ve devolved into a slap-fight, mugs of tea growing cold on the coffee table.

Michael is right. The concert is worth the drive.

It’s more than worth it. Calum’s seen his fair share of concerts, but nothing has ever topped the All Time Low spectacle, in his opinion. Looking at Michael’s face as Alex leads them into ‘Dear Maria,’ he suspects Michael feels the same.

They’re pumped on adrenaline as they spill out of the venue with the dispersing crowd, various snippets of songs arising from groups of twos and threes as everyone goes off in different directions. There will be a lot of traffic heading out of the venue, but Calum feels too alive to care. His limbs are full of electricity and he can’t stop smiling, and neither can Michael. One arm slung over Michael’s shoulders, they march to Michael’s (mum’s) car.

Calum pulls the passenger door shut and sinks into his seat. The sounds from the other concert-goers become a muted hum, and as Michael turns the car on, Calum says, a little breathlessly, “That was awesome. I know I already said that, but. Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Michael also sounds a little breathless. This adrenaline will wear off soon, probably, so they should head out. Stop for a coffee somewhere, maybe. The last thing Calum wants is for Michael to fall asleep at the wheel.

“You sure you’re good to drive? I don’t mind.”

“I’m good,” Michael promises. He might very well be lying — Michael is known to take on more than he can handle and lie about how well he’s handling it — but Calum scans his face and determines that, at least for now, he’s telling the truth. The ghost of a smile is still hiding in the corners of Michael’s mouth, one Calum’s face is probably mirroring.

“Okay,” he says. “We can stop to get some coffee if you want.”

“I’m okay for now,” Michael says. “Don’t worry.”

So Calum doesn’t worry. He leans back as Michael shifts into first and slowly, painstakingly, pulls out of the car park and into the streets.

The first hour of the drive goes without a hitch. Calum takes charge of the music, mostly because Michael can’t stop him, and puts on a playlist of pop punk classics. If Michael asks, he’ll call it a compromise (they have, after all, just spent a collective roughly five hours listening to All Time Low in various formats — enough is enough), but when ‘My Friends Over You’ comes on, Michael just smiles. Broadly.

Both their voices are hoarse and raspy from six hours of singing along, but that doesn’t stop them both bellowing, “I’m drunk off your kiss for another night in a row!” in unison.

By the time they hit hour two, Michael has reached to turn the music down. It’s still playing, just softly, which Calum thinks is a crime against pop punk. Listening to ‘The Rock Show’ quietly is probably worse than not listening to it at all. Mark Hoppus would not be pleased if he knew.

“You doing okay?” he asks as they hit the halfway mark.

Michael glances over at him for a second. They’ve been on the highway for a while now, but Michael’s hand is still wrapped around the gear shift like they’re going to change from fifth anytime soon. Calum’s known Michael long enough to know this is a sign he’s tired. A fail-safe, so he doesn’t have to move as much if he does have to shift gears. Normally Calum doesn’t mind, but they have another hour and a half to drive. He’d prefer if Michael were more alert.

“Yeah,” Michael says, with a very poorly-timed yawn. Calum raises an eyebrow. “I’m fine,” Michael repeats when he recovers.

“There’s still another hour and a half,” Calum says. “And that’s assuming we don’t hit more traffic.”

“I don’t mind,” Michael says. He jiggles the gear shift back and forth.

“Neither do I,” Calum says. “Pull over. Let me drive for a while. You drove the whole way here, and I’m not that tired.”

“Seriously, Calum, I’m doing fine.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to drive. And I know you’re tired, I can tell. Your hand is still on the gear shift.”

Michael immediately pulls his hand away, settling it on the steering wheel. “It’s not that much longer.”

“You’re tired, I’m not,” Calum says. “Let me drive. I promise not to crash your mum’s car. You can pick the music.”

Michael hesitates, then looks over at Calum. If he’s looking for insincerity, he must not find any, because he sighs. “Okay. Fine. Let me just find a good place to stop.”

Calum nods and leans back, satisfied.

As promised, Michael pulls over as soon as they have a long stretch of empty road. It’s late, too late for busy highways; Calum doesn’t drive at this hour very often because Michael is usually territorial to a fault when it comes to driving. The fact that he’s yielding now either means he’s growing as a person or he’s more tired than he’s letting on.

Definitely the latter.

As they cross paths walking around the front of the car, Calum brushes Michael’s shoulder. He slides into the driver seat, taking a moment to check the mirrors and adjust the seat. They’re the same height, but Michael insists on moving the seat up as close as he can. Calum needs room to stretch, thanks.

When everything is sorted, he shifts into first and kicks the car to life.

“Thanks for letting me drive,” he says as he merges back onto the road.

Michael snorts a laugh. “That’s a weird thing to thank me for. But you’re welcome, I guess?”

“I thought if I framed it as you doing me a favour then you would feel better about the decision.”

Again, Michael laughs. There’s a tired undercurrent to it. “You mean as opposed to you doing me a favour by driving so I wouldn’t get us into a crash?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“I can drive while tired, you know.”

“Yes, you often do,” Calum says, rolling his eyes and smiling. “Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. Besides, driving tired for ten minutes in a neighbourhood you know is way different from an hour and a half down an unfamiliar highway.”

“Alright, mum,” Michael mumbles, but when Calum glances over he’s smiling, too.

“You want to put some music on?”

It had stopped when they’d turned off the car, so Michael unlocks Calum’s phone and scrolls through his playlists. A moment later, ‘Feeling This’ comes on.

“Get ready for action,” Michael says in a comically deep voice. Calum giggles, and so does Michael. They both have a contractual obligation to sing the song, though by now Calum’s voice is more scratch than sound, but Calum is not one to back down.

The car fills with mingling voices, indistinguishable from one another, and Calum thinks that if Mark Hoppus could see them now, he might actually smile.

(Even when Calum glances over during ‘Dammit’ and sees Michael fast asleep, head lolling against the headrest. But Mark Hoppus isn’t here, so Calum just smiles in his place and reaches to turn the volume down.)

#michael clifford #calum hood #malum #malum fic #5sos #5sos fic #fic #my fic #nowt to say just enjoy #writing malum again was fun #i missed these guys #young malum especially #there is something so spicy and magical about them #peyton i want you to know i'm listening to so close to magic as im posting this #and THAT is soulmate shit #escapesos #ask #answered

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disaster-bay-leaf · 4 years ago

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Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

#smadhuman being pure af #bay answers #long post #very long post #ask #asks

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pretendingboyfriends · 5 years ago

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I Promise - Pt III

A/N: JUST A LITTLE PSA, I TOOK MOST OF ALEX’S POV FROM THE DUNKIRK MOVIE SO I COULD MAKE IT AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE. ok i hope u enjoy!:)

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: war, angst

Alex

A fog settled over the large expanse of ocean creating an unsettling silence as we slowly trudged along the crowded platform. Thousands of men stretched across the bridge, all begging to board the ship and escape from the island of hell. As I watched the scene before me and continued to shove forward along with everyone else, I clutched the small piece of paper in my hand. The one thing that had kept me going throughout these dreadful months, a photograph of Y/N. I had snipped it from a family photo her mother had gifted me right before I left. It truly did no justice to her beauty, crumpled and damaged by water and grime but I could still make out her smiling features, soft hair, and delicate arms resting by her sides.

I heard a shout from several feet in front of me and suddenly everyone around me began to shove harder, desperate to reach the ship. I turned to the man beside me,“What’d he say?”

“Five minutes 'till departure,” The man grunted, shoving through the other men harshly and disappearing into the sea of round, metal helmets. I sighed and shoved the crumpled photograph back into my coat pocket. I need to get on that bloody ship.

Luckily, I wasn’t too far from the entrance of the ship and was able to push my way through to the front. The men waiting by the ramp onto the ship, quickly ushered me through along with a few other men. I thanked them quietly.

Almost as soon as my foot hit the deck of the ship, the screeching of airplanes approaching overhead caused everyone to look up to the sky. Men began screaming and running for shelter and the thousands of soldiers standing on the platform ducked down in unison. Panic washed over me as I watched the planes approach rapidly. Men all around me were thrusting themselves off the side of the ship and into the water in fear, and then the enemy began to fire. Destruction began at the bridge but was quickly moving closer and closer to the ship. Taking my chances, I threw myself over the edge and into the freezing water below. The explosions above me were muffled through the water as I attempted to stay under for as long as I could. My lungs burned and my entire body began to go numb from the freezing temperature of the water. I surfaced, treading through the water as the ship slowly began to fall. I panicked, flailing my arms in an attempt to swim away.

“Grab on to my hand, mate!”

I looked up to see a soldier reaching out to me as he held onto the pillars of the bridge. I swam towards him as fast as I could and grasped his hand tightly. He pulled me up onto the pillars beside him and I choked and sputtered on the water that had been caught in my lungs, my chest heaving with my labored breaths. Neither of us said anything as we waited for the chaos to subside.

Soon, someone was calling to us over the edge of the bridge and we were brought to another, smaller boat. That boat brought us and about 20 other men to a larger ship, similar to the first one. A woman greeted us as we boarded, placing blankets and life jackets into our hands and leading us down into the ship. Hundreds of us crowded together as we were handed bread slices coated with jam and metal mugs of tea.

There wasn’t much we could do except stand, eat, and talk. We spoke of our home lives and where we were from. I found out the soldier’s name was Tommy and mentioned its similarity to my best mate back home. We also made casual conversation with a few soldiers around us.

“Any of you lads got a bird at home?” One of the men asked as he munched on his third slice of bread. Half of them shook their heads and the others began raving about their girls, reaching into their coats for letters and photographs. I took the photograph of Y/N from my coat and passed it to Tommy.

“This your bird?” He asked, studying the picture carefully. I nodded a small smile gracing my features.

“Oi, lemme get a look at ‘er,” another man called, snatching the picture from Tommy. They passed the small photo around, gushing over her beauty and I couldn’t help but swell with pride. Once the photo was passed back to me, I placed it safely back into the pocket of my coat.

“How’d you meet her?” I ran a hand through my damp hair,

“Her brother and I have been best mates our whole lives and I guess I just got lucky.” He opened his mouth to respond, but the words never came, instead we were all suddenly and violently thrown against the wall as something collided with the side of the ship. The already dim lights flickered off and the soldiers began shouting about a torpedo and scrambling to escape. A giant gust of water suddenly broke through the side and we were engulfed into it within seconds. I had no time to think before I was trapped beneath the water, struggling to reach the emergency escape door.

Suddenly, there was a light above us coming from the door and Tommy was quickly swimming towards it. I swam as hard as I could to catch up with him and soon we were swept up into the water spilling back into the sea as the ship sunk deeper and deeper. Parts of the ship were exploding all around us as we swam away frantically. Soldiers screamed in terror throwing themselves into the ocean and swimming towards the smaller boats that surrounded the ship. We tried to climb into the closest boat but one of the soldiers pushed us away, refusing to let us on. They told us to stay where we were, floating in the water and promised to come back for us once they reached the beach but one of the soldiers threw a rope out into the water and whispered to grab onto it.

Finally, we were back on land, sprawled out along the beach in exhaustion from swimming all night long. Tommy, his comrade, and I all sat along the shore, staring out into the sea. We watched a lone soldier stumble towards the water, leaving his helmet and life vest behind before entering the violent waves and never returning.

I caught sight of a few soldiers marching towards a boat and quickly pushed myself to stand, running towards them. Tommy and his friend followed close behind me as we joined them. We came across an abandoned fishing boat and one of the soldiers instructed us to climb inside.

“We’ve got to wait for the tide to come in so it’ll take us out to sea,” A man said in a thick scottish accent.

“How long’ll that take?” I asked, stepping down into the bottom of the ship behind Tommy.

“Comes in every three hours, mate.” He retorted and I huffed out a frustrated sigh.

I had noticed that there was something different about Tommy’s friend. He had yet to speak a single word to me or Tommy and I found it off-putting. He wore a british soldier’s uniform, but he didn’t seem to know exactly what we were saying. He just stood back and observed with wide, fear filled eyes. I didn’t trust him at all.

We waited there for what seemed like hours, just leaning against the sides in silence, too exhausted to make a sound. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the sound of metal pelting against metal jolted all of us from our slightly relaxed state. We looked at each other in fear and confusion before another gunshot rang out, causing several bullet sized holes to form near the end of the boat. None of us knew why they were shooting at us. Surely the enemy hadn’t seen us entering the boat, so why were they shooting at us?

As if he’d read my mind, Tommy mumbled something along the lines of, “Target practice,” and I glanced back at the group of bullet holes. He was right. The holes were too close together for them to be aiming to hurt us.

The shots continued, every pang of metal on metal causing all of us to cower in fear. We were trapped. If we tried to leave, we would be killed instantly. After hours of fear filled silence water began to pour from the small holes, causing us to spiral into even more of a panic than before. We hadn’t even realized that the tide had come in and taken us out to sea and now it was too late. We were sinking.

“We’ve got to plug it!” I whispered, looking around at the other men.

“After you, mate.” The soldier beside me mumbled right before several shots fired out and hit the boat once again. We certainly couldn’t plug the holes, one of us could easily get shot. In order to stop us from sinking, we needed to lose weight.

“Weight! We need to lose weight!” I exclaimed, “Somebody needs to get off,” They all looked around at each other nervously.

“What, like a volunteer?”

I shook my head, “We don’t need a volunteer, I know someone who oughta get off.” I turned to Tommy’s friend, pointing my finger at him, “This one. He’s a german spy,”

“Don’t be daft,” Tommy quickly interjected.

“Have you noticed he hasn’t said a word? He can’t speak english!”

“You’re daft,” He shook his head, nudging the culprit, “Tell him,”

My blood was boiling. Because of him, I might not be going home. It was selfish, really, but I wasn’t going to keep my mouth shut until I got the truth out of him.

“Yeah,” I yanked the rifle from the man hunched beside me, “Tell me.” I held the gun to his face, jaw clenched from rage,“Tell me!” He staggered backwards, shivering with fear,

“France,” he whimpered in a heavy accent, “France.”

“A bloody frog!” I fumed, grabbed his tags, “And where’s Gibson? Some naked, dead englishman?”

By that point, the water was nearly to our knees and all the other men stood behind me, just as fuming as I was. Several more shots rang out and we all ducked to the floor.

“The fuck are we gonna do now?”

“Somebody’s still gotta get off,” I responded, lunging at the man, “Go on, get off!” I clutched his coat and shoved him towards the ladder, but Tommy pushed me away.

“You can’t do that!”

“Better him than me,” I snarled, thrusting him against it.

“S’not fair!” Tommy whinged, attempting to push me away. “Survival’s not fair! I’m not thinking about his safety, I'm thinking about mine! I’ve got a girl back home. If I die, it’s not fair to her! Nothing about this bloody war is fair!” The water was rising faster and faster, reaching our chests. The other men began to shove him against the ladder just as I did, threatening him. I turned to Tommy,

“Somebody’s gotta get off so the rest of us can live. We’re all the same here except for him. If you want to go home, we’ve got to get him off.”

“We’re not going to make it regardless!” He spat back, shaking his head, “And I’m not gonna live knowing I was the reason an innocent man was killed.”

“The rest of us are brothers, mate. There’s nothing else we can do.” As soon as the words escaped my lips, the man lunged at another holding a rifle, causing the rest of them men to pull against him to get him off. They all began to lean to one side and the boat sunk deeper, filled to our necks with water. We panicked, swimming towards the holes to plug them as best we could. There were too many holes and not enough men.

We had to get off, no matter the consequences. If we left, we had more of a chance of survival than we did going down with it. So, I quickly swam to the ladder, climbing through the exit.

Finally, I had escaped the boat, jumping into the murky, oil filled water below and swimming towards the nearest boat. I watched as other soldiers were tugged onto it and safely brought below deck, so I swam faster despite my aching muscles. A young boy grasped my arm once I reached the boat and pulled me on board, leading me below deck to safety.

At some point Tommy ended up with me and the other men below deck and we nodded to each other in silent greeting. His French comrade was nowhere to be found.

We travelled for hours and hours until dusk was upon us and then we finally reached land. Not a word was spoken as we were led to the trains and given food and blankets. We were all ashamed. We didn’t fight, all we did was survive. We were cowards and everyone was going to know it.

Although I felt ashamed, in that moment I was far too exhausted to think of anything but sleep. Slowly my eyelids became heavier and heavier and I drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of Y/N just like I had every night since the war started.

When I awoke, I was greeted by a man frantically knocking against the glass window. I avoided eye contact with him, hoping he would leave eventually. I assumed he was there to harass us, so I didn’t dare look at him until I heard the clanking of glass above my head. Looking up, I saw the man holding two beers through the small opening of the window. I took the bottles carefully, passing one of them to Tommy and gulping down my own. We approached the station and hundreds of people waved and cheered. It was not the ‘welcome home’ I was expecting.

Y/N

Since I’d found out about the Dunkirk evacuation, I’d actively avoided anything to do with Alex. Thomas had come home early because of an injury and I had taken it upon myself to be his nurse while he healed. That was one of the ways I distracted myself, but another was spending more and more time with James. Things with him were becoming serious. He told me he loved me and I told him I loved him back, even though I knew it was a lie. I was settling. I had turned into the girl who settled for the first guy in sight and I hated myself for it. James was kind and loving and I knew he would be a wonderful husband and father, but I didn’t love him.

It was stupid, really. I was nineteen, I had my entire life ahead of me but I chose to settle for a man I didn’t love with a life I didn’t want to have. But at that point, I didn’t care. I truly didn’t believe I would ever find anyone like Alex.

I leaned over the bathroom sink, smoothing a muted red color onto my lips. Pulling back from the mirror, I smacked my lips together and studied my features to make sure nothing was out of place. James was on his way to pick me up and take me out to a nice dinner and I’d picked out a red, velvet, short sleeved dress that James had bought for me at the beginning of the summer. I paired it with a simple set of black heels and had Mother style my hair into perfect curls.

“What time did he say he was coming?” Mother asked as she prepared dinner for the rest of the family.

“6:15,” I mumbled, fixing my lipstick one last time before pulling on my gloves and grabbing my small purse. I dropped the small capsule of lipstick into my purse and glanced down at my small watch.

6:10

“You seem eager,” Mother observed.

“Just a little nervous,” I hummed, peering out the window through the curtains and spotting his shiny, expensive car pulling in. “There he is, I’ll see you tonight, mum. Love you.” And with that I was flinging the door open and shuffling down the porch to his car. He had begun to walk up through the yard and stopped when he saw me.

“Well, I was gonna give your mum these flowers and pick you up at the door,”

I smiled, “Oh, it’s alright. I’ll bring them in when you take me home.”

He nodded and quickly tugged me into his chest by my waist, pressing a quick peck to my lips. “You look absolutely stunning, my love.”

I blushed and swatted at his chest, biting back a smile,“Oh shut up.”

He chuckled and helped me into the passenger seat of his car before settling into the driver’s seat. He took my right hand and pressed his lips to the cloth of my glove without a word.

The restaurant was extremely fancy, ordained in crystal chandeliers and pristine, white tablecloths. I felt completely out of place surrounded by elegant women and their fur scarves draped neatly over their shoulders as they stared me down. They knew I didn’t belong there either. James didn’t seem to pay any mind to them, though, politely pulling my chair out for me and kissing my rosy cheek.

We dined like royalty, sipping gracefully at our glasses of wine as we spoke about our days. James rambled about building his own house and I pretended to be interested in his plans. Occasionally, he would reach for my hand, tugging it across the table and pressing a kiss to the back of it whilst staring into my eyes. I smiled and swatted my hand at him, flustered at his sudden public display of affection. And just to make me even more flustered he reached underneath the table and brushed his fingertips along the inside of my knee, causing me to squeal. It was all innocent and I intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.

As we pulled up to my house, James reached into the back of the car and pulled out the bouquet of flowers he had for Mother before stepping out of the car and quickly rounding it to open my door. I thanked him quietly and we walked to the door.

I watched as he and my mother made lighthearted conversation, removing my thin sweater, gloves, and purse and hanging them by the door. I admired the way James spoke to people. He was very well put together and I was lucky to be with him. He was considerate of everyone around him, not just himself. He was every girl’s dream.

After Mother busied herself with finding a container for the flowers, James returned to my side, gently wrapping his arm around my waist and pressing a kiss to my cheekbone.

“Let’s go out on the porch.” He whispered into my ear and I looked up at him. His demeanor had changed slightly. He seemed slightly less playful than he had been before.

“Okay,”

Stepping out into the night, the chilled summer breeze caressed my skin, causing a slight shiver to creep down my spine. I leaned myself against the railing surrounding the porch, gazing out into the silence as James pressed himself behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. He dropped his chin onto my shoulder, lips ghosting the side of my neck,

“Did you enjoy dinner?” He asked, inhaling the scent of my shampoo subtly. I hummed in affirmation, subconsciously leaning my head to one side as he nosed at my skin. We stayed like that for a few moments, just basking in the calm night until he spoke again.“I need to ask you something,”

I turned around when he said that, my back pressed against the railing as I furrowed my brow slightly,“What is it?”

He breathed in deeply and took both my hands into his,“I know we haven’t known each other for very long a-and I don’t need an immediate answer, but…” He reached into his pocket, clutching something in his hand tightly, “Ever since I laid eyes on you for the first time, I knew I had to have you. I truly believe you are my soulmate and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

I watched apathetically as he kneeled in front of me, holding up a small box with a large diamond ring nestled inside. He continued to speak, but his words were drowned out from the sound of my thumping heartbeat. I didn’t want to marry him. I wasn’t in love with him.

He finished speaking, his hand still clutching mine tightly as he watched me closely. I didn’t have to hear him to know what he had asked.

“Yes.”

As soon as he processed the word that had wheezed passed my lips, his arms were around me, spinning me in a circle.

“Oh, I’m so glad you said yes,” He whispered, still holding me tightly. His spinning came to a gentle halt and he set me down onto my feet again, cupping my face with his hands and kissing me tenderly. I took a deep breath, faking a smile as he pulled away and wrapped his arms around me once again. My arms circled his neck and looked straight ahead of me to the yard expecting darkness to stare back; but I was met with a pair of familiar eyes. I knew those eyes. Those large, green eyes that lit up anytime I was around. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Alex’s eyes.

He was covered in grime from head to toe, still wearing his uniform. The small bouquet of wildflowers that he clutched in his hand fell to the ground as we made eye contact and then he was gone. Turning quickly and disappearing into the shadows, leaving the slightly wilted flowers in the dirt. I had no time to react, one thing replaying in my mind. Alex was alive.

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faewhump · 5 years ago

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Unseelie Pet: 23. Chapter

Alex is confronted with an old acquaintance again, and Malachi greatly enjoys showing his pet off in a more intimate way.

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With the end of summer the frequency and duration of the heavy rainfalls increased, which meant that the walks outside became rarer and rarer. Of course there had been beautiful strolls through the autumnal forest, and Alex had even gotten proper shoes and been wrapped in a warm coat during those occasions, but he still missed being able to go out almost daily. Instead he spent hours looking out of the window, watching the leaves of the vines that overgrew the palace wall turn red and fall, as well as the birds, squirrels and other animals that visited the courtyard.

Today he was sitting on the windowsill, making out figures in the clouds above and breathing in the crisp air. It wasn’t raining at the moment, so there was hope that Malachi would take him out later if the weather held up. In a way it felt as if his life had always consisted of the duality between waiting for Malachi to visit him and the time he got to spend with the Fae, which could be lovely, humiliating, comforting, or painful, depending on the day. Remembering that he’d only been at the Court for half a year felt jarring.

Suddenly a movement down in the courtyard attracted his attention. A lesser faerie had stepped out from the cloister across, and Alex’s heart dropped when she looked up at him. Darerca smiled. For a moment Alex was frozen in place, his mind reeled thinking of how their last encounter had played out, how she had almost succeeded in killing him… and now she knew where he was.

Frightened he jumped off the sill and slammed the window shut, slowly stepping away from it. Darerca had seen him, she was just outside in the courtyard, she now knew where his room was and could find it, his room where he was all alone and unprotected, she was probably on her way right now… Panicking he paced up and down, trying to come up with a plan. There wasn’t anything in this room that he could use as a weapon, and even if there was, it would be pointless. She was much stronger and faster than him, he had no chance, she was going to kill him.

He couldn’t fight her, and he couldn’t leave the room to run either. The only option left was to hide. Within the split of a second he made a decision and dived under the bed, crawling as far away from the door as possible. Curling himself into a ball against the wall he closed his eyes and didn’t even attempt to stop his body from shaking.

It didn’t take long before he heard the door open. There were steps on the carpet, a person walking around looking for him, and Alex pressed himself closer against the wall, trying his best to keep his breathing quiet. Eventually, the steps came to a halt next to the bed. Utterly terrified Alex pressed himself even closer to the wall and turned his head away. There was a sigh, followed by the rustle of clothes as the person crouched down, and then…

“There you are, pet,” Malachi said. “What are you doing down there?”

Surprised Alex’s eyes flew open, and relief rushed through him when he realised that he wasn’t about to die. It wasn’t Darerca crouching next to the bed, it was Malachi. And instead of murderous rage there was confusion on his face, mixed with hints of annoyance and amusement.

“What are you hiding from, hmm?”

“Darerca,” Alex whispered.

“Darerca?” Malachi sounded confused.

Alex nodded. “I – I saw her through the window, out in the courtyard, and – and she saw me. So I – I was scared that, that she would come up and –“ He broke off, unable to hold back the sob forming in his throat.

Instantly Malachi’s face softened. “Oh dear, my poor little pet was so scared,” he cooed, then stretched his hand out towards Alex. “Come here, my sweet, come here to me.”

The fear still sitting deep in his bones Alex obeyed, slowly crawling out from under the bed, and was immediately pulled into Malachi’s arms.

“Poor silly thing; Darerca will never touch you again, I promise. You are mine now.” Malachi gently rubbed his back, and Alex thankfully clung to him. “You have nothing to be scared of, darling, I will always protect you. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, master,” Alex mumbled into his shoulder. “I – I just – I felt so alone and scared, and I didn’t know when you would come…”

“Shh,” Malachi soothed. “I’m afraid there is sadly no way I could always stay by your side; however I could station one of my most trusted guards to stand watch before your room at all times.”

“Really?” Alex looked up hopefully.

Malachi smiled. “Of course, sweetheart, anything to make you feel safe.”

“Thank you, master.” Overtaken by gratefulness and love Alex hugged Malachi tightly.

Chuckling Malachi pressed a kiss on the top of his head. “Don’t worry, my darling, I will make sure that no one will ever hurt you again.”

Alex nervously licked his lips. “Except you?”

“Oh no, sweet thing, I could never hurt you.”

“But…”

“Ah, you are referring to the punishments, aren’t you?” Malachi asked and Alex nodded shyly. “Those aren't comparable to hurting you, silly human, those are necessary discipline to help you be the perfect pet. You want that, don't you?”

Automatically Alex nodded.

“Sweet pet,” Malachi cooed and generously covered his head with small kisses. Being showered with praises and affection worked wonders in calming Alex down, and soon his previous fear felt like nothing but a bad dream. Nevertheless he timidly requested to stay inside when Malachi offered to take him out.

“Of course, darling,” Malachi agreed, finally letting go of Alex to stand up. “Come, sit with me.”

With how weak his legs still felt from the shock Alex couldn’t be bothered to stand up and instead merely crawled the few steps over to the couch, settling of the sitting pillow at Malachi’s feet.

Malachi smiled at him. “Good boy.” He patted his hair, and Alex happily leaned in before resting his head against his knee. With the flick of a wrist Malachi summoned a silver book that Alex quickly recognised as the collection of love poetry he’d gifted him months ago. Caressing Alex’s hair with one hand Malachi opened the book with the other and began to read aloud. The beautiful words flowed like honey off his smooth voice, and Alex couldn’t help but blush at the sweet compliments that seemed to be directed at him.

Way too soon Malachi had finished reading the poem. “Would you like to hear another?” he asked.

Alex nodded. “Yes, master, please.”

“As you wish, my love.” Malachi flipped the page. “Ah, you will remember this one, it is my favourite.”

Alex indeed remembered the time Malachi had read Goldfinch to him months ago, but the emotions he felt at hearing it now, and knowing that it probably described the way Malachi thought about him, couldn’t have been more different. Whereas before being compared to a revered songbird kept in a cage had filled him with disgust and an undercurrent of fear, he now felt nothing but flattered, cherished, and adored. As soon as Malachi finished reading Alex shyly asked to hear another and was indulged, until finally Malachi shut the book.

“It is time to get you ready for tonight’s ball,” he announced. “Though well, it isn’t really a ball but a more private feast in a smaller circle. It will be lovely nevertheless, and I already picked the perfect outfit for you.”

Alex obediently followed him into the bathroom and allowed himself to be washed and groomed as usual. This time Malachi seemed to pay special attention to rubbing his body with silky lotion until his skin was smooth and glowing everywhere. Next Alex was led back into the bedroom where he was presented with the selected clothes for the evening. Although ‘clothes’ wasn’t exactly the right word for it.

The… thing Malachi showed him consisted of nothing but delicate gold chains and crystals, which formed an artful mesh that covered the upper part of his chest but split out into a looser pattern of chains further down. Around his waist came a belt in the same style, the loosely interwoven chains barely covered him and trailed down to his shins. Lastly, there were matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles, as well as a pair of crystal teardrop earrings. Alex’s mind spun while Malachi applied his make-up, surely he wouldn’t make him go out like this?

“N-no,” Alex whined when Malachi clipped the leash into his collar and tugged him towards the door.

“Excuse me?” Malachi turned around. “Is there a problem, pet?”

“I – I can’t go out like this!” Alex spluttered.

Malachi tilted his head. “Why not? You look lovely.”

“Be-because I’m basically naked.” Alex looked at Malachi with big yes. “Please, master, please let me wear something else, please don’t make me go out like this, please-” He broke off abruptly when Malachi backhanded him across the face.

“Tsk, since when do you get to decide what you wear?” Malachi scoffed. “I had this outfit made especially for you, just look at how beautifully crafted it is and how valuable the materials are, and now you want to refuse it? Is that proper behaviour for a pet?”

“No, master,” Alex admitted, his face burning with shame and pain from the slap. “I’m sorry.”

Malachi gently brushed over his cheek. “You look so amazing in this, sweetheart. Absolutely stunning, no-one will be able to take their eyes off of you, everyone will be jealous that you are mine. There’s no need to be shy, you look like treasure, like a true piece of art.”

“O-okay,” Alex stuttered. He still didn’t feel comfortable at all, but obediently started walking when Malachi tugged at his leash again.

The chains moved and clinked around as he followed Malachi through the corridors, and the numerous crystals sparkled in the light. As Malachi had prophesised his outfit attracted a lot more attention than he usually got, and he couldn’t help but feel horribly self-conscious about the way the chains felt sliding over his body and the interested looks of the faeries around. The scariest, however, was when one of the High Fae bluntly asked Malachi what the price for a night with his pet was. Alex could have cried from relief when Malachi refused, stating that he didn’t like sharing what was his.

In a twisted way it was flattering to be seen as attractive and desirable by a superhumanly beautiful High Fae. And Malachi seemed to really enjoy the way he looked, while he mostly ignored him at balls he now kept on stealing glances over his shoulder. He even pulled Alex onto his lap when he sat down to discuss business with Lady Shona and absentmindedly played and fiddled with the gold chains. Gradually Alex relaxed, he enjoyed holding Malachi’s attention even though he was primarily focussed on something else. Of course he knew that he wasn’t the most important thing in the Fae’s life, but it still felt nice to know he wasn’t forgotten.

Later when they returned to his room Malachi showered him with compliments, praising his perfect behaviour and beauty. Because he apparently couldn’t get enough of the way Alex looked in the outfit, and since it wasn’t much in the way anyways, he didn’t bother with taking it off in bed. Alex didn’t complain about the metal digging uncomfortably into his skin when Malachi pushed him down, and soon the pleasure greatly overshadowed the pain he felt.

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captainillogical · 5 years ago

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Devil’s Ballroom Ch.7

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants

ya’ll im sorry lmao

You spend the rest of your evening doing exactly none of the errands that you needed to deal with today. Instead, you're laying on your couch and texting your friends.

Y/N: I'm so tornnnn.

Y/N: Do I say something about the cheek smooch?

Y/N: Should I leave it be?

Y/N: Because she's texting like nothing happened.

Y/N: What if I'm reading too much into it??

Y/N: What if that's just how she shows friendship affection???

Y/N: I might make it so fucking awkward if I assume something!

Y/N: This entire ordeal is mortifying!!!

Y/N: I want nothing more than to dig a big hole and lie in it forever.

Y/N: I might be low-key having a panic attack about this rn but what's new.

Harper: Y/N. chill. you're way overreacting to this.

Harper: even if it meant nothing, she still likes you as a friend right?

Harper: i think it would take a lot for her to like.. not wanna stay friends lol.

Alex: im just saying you could probably kiss her and she'd be ok with it

Alex: cheek kisses are pretty forward

Harper: don't listen to him. all of his relationships ended in failure.

Alex: wow

Alex: im seriously hurt

Harper: am I wrong?

Alex: no..

Harper: my point exactly.

Harper: i’m not saying you have nothing to lose or anything.

Harper: because i myself had to tread very carefully with leah..

Harper: but i think you should just see where it goes and not like

Harper: put too much emphasis on this incase it was nothing.

Y/N: Yeah see now you have me worried it WAS nothing!!

Alex: oh my goooooooddddddddddddddd

Alex: the both of you approach women so.. pathetically

Alex: take a risk

Alex: live a little

Alex: what is seriously the worst that could happen

Alex: she kills you??

Alex: lmao

Alex: its funny cuz of.. you know

Harper: i can’t wait to be home and smothering him with a pillow instead of affection.

Y/N: You and me both.

Y/N: Try being the only one available to play games with him.

Alex: both of you fucking love me okay

Alex: alsooooooo i get to be home the day after tomorrow

Alex: the alex is back, babieeeeee

Y/N: Harper please come home I’m BEGGING you.

Harper: sorry you gotta deal with him alone for another month lmao.

Y/N: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Alex: can i get a fucking crumb of love here please

You swipe over to the couple of messages Spinel has left you in the past couple of minutes while you were talking to your friends.

Spinel: It’s another stupid ball, I just found out.

Spinel: I told her that I’m sitting this one out this time.

Spinel: She has so many others that would absolutely love to help her, and yet, still absolutely insists that I must be there.

Spinel: I don’t want to go back to homeworld right now, and not for this.

Y/N: And you put your foot down? Hell yeah, dude.

Y/N: Planning a ball for a bunch of gems sounds like a chore anyway.

Spinel: oh, it is, believe me.

Spinel: And they need everything to be PERFECT.

Spinel: Which isn’t realistic anymore now that they don’t expect any of the gems to stay in line with their gem class nowadays.

Spinel: The last ball they threw almost 4 months ago was utterly chaotic.

Y/N: For thousands of years y'all as a race never pushed to deviate from the norm, and now that you guys are allowed to? I’d go batshit with it too.

Y/N: Being stifled in everyday life, and finally you’re free?

Y/N: Fuck, I’d go around fusing with anyone!

Spinel: That is precisely what too many of them did.

Y/N: Lmao. I wish I could’ve seen that.

You tab back over to your group chat for a moment to see what they’re talking about.

Harper: see? they’re everywhere.

Harper: i wasn’t expecting the campsite to have so many.

Alex: you could have built an army and instead you took pictures

Alex: do you know how easy it is to lure chipmunks?

Alex: oh that lil guy on the bottom right is so fucking chunky i love him

Harper: that’s the one that got the closest when i fed them. :3

Alex: oh i fuckin BET

Alex: you dont get that chubby in the wild without takin a few risks

Alex: if u know what i mean ;)

Harper: i hate whatever you just implied.

Y/N: It’s not a conversation with Alex unless you roll your eyes at least 3 times.

Alex: hey i thought it was 4 times

Alex: dont insult me

Alex: anyway, y/n

Alex: are you workin the day i come back

Y/N: Yeah I’m actually scheduled a double.

Alex: scheduled

Y/N: Yes.

Alex: a double

Y/N: Yes.

Alex: he can’t SCHEDULE you a DOUBLE

Y/N: He can if he asks me ahead of time as a favor.

Alex: that fuckin bastard

Alex: always ruining my plans

Harper: you’re still mad at him for firing you last summer, huh.

Alex: OF COURSE I AM

Y/N: Bro you stole like $300 of cotton candy sugar that summer.

Y/N: It’s only fair.

Y/N: Besides, I’m only doing this because he said he’d give me a long weekend for it.

Alex: kay well

Alex: i guess i’ll just go bug you at work and wait for you to get off that day :'(

Y/N: Get me written up again, I swear to god.

Your phone chimes several times, and you swipe down to see messages from both Spinel and Steven. You check Spinel's first.

Spinel: Do me a favor and ignore any messages Steven has sent you.

Y/N: What are you, my boss?

Spinel: I MEAN IT

You quickly switch over to Steven's texts.

Steven: I was going to ask you if your date with Spinel went okay, but I'm assuming it went fine considering she hasn't really stopped talking about you.

Ohhhh my god, this is wild. You reply to him.

Y/N: It wasn't a date as far as I know.

Y/N: I had fun.

Y/N: She's telling me to not read your messages, lmao.

Y/N: Also what do you mean she hasn't stopped talking about me??

Steven: She’s been lying on my floor for the last hour basically gushing about you.

Steven: But you didn’t hear that from me!

Steven: :D

Y/N: Haha thanks, kid.

You switch back over to text Spinel, and get up off the couch to make yourself some tea. Pulling out your kettle, you turn the stove on and grab some raspberry flavored abomination tea bag that your dad loves more than any of the other good tea flavors.

Y/N: Sooooo.

Spinel: You talked to him, didn’t you.

Y/N: Hahaha noooo. :)

Spinel: The fuck did he say?

Y/N: Absolutely nothing.

Spinel: Seriously? I was sure he’d reveal something embarrassing.

Y/N: Nope! You should probably get off his floor eventually, though.

Your kettle goes off and you grab a clean mug, and pour the boiling water into it along with the tea packet. You look down at your phone, and grin.

Spinel: goddammit.

You let the bag steep for a little bit, and add in a small amount of sugar. Walking up to your bedroom you take a snap of Jellybean half lounging, half falling off the stairs and send it to Spinel. She replies with a couple heart emojis, and you wonder if Steven was the one to show her the proper use of them. You set your cup of tea down on your desk, and turn your computer on. It’s evening now, and it’s much too late to do anything left with the rest of your day productivity-wise, so you settle in on playing more minecraft. Your thoughts wander quite a bit, and you find yourself stuck on thinking about Spinel. Naturally. You wonder about a lot of things she’s learned while staying on earth, from things like - does she pay rent? Does she have a job? Does she know what taxes are? Does she know what a relationship with a human looks like? She said she watched a movie, but didn’t exactly elaborate. You don’t know what human-norms she’s been exposed to. You can’t even concentrate enough to mine any of this redstone for Alex, and you nearly die in-game when the thought of ‘does she know what sex is?’ pops into your mind. You grab your phone and shoot Spinel another message.

Y/N: Quick question.

Y/N: If you don’t mind me asking.

It takes her a few minutes to reply.

Spinel: Sure?

Y/N: Do you know how humans are made?

Spinel: w

Spinel: Yes?

Spinel: Steven told me about it a few weeks ago actually.

Spinel: Why are you asking?

Y/N: No reason! Just curious is all.

Spinel: Hm.

Yeah you’re not too confident that she actually knows, and you’re too chickenshit to elaborate right now. You’ll enlighten her later. You spend the rest of the night browsing memes on your phone, and texting your friends and Spinel on occasion. Before you know it, your eyes drift close with your phone in hand.

You wake up when your alarm goes off for your morning shift, and curse at yourself for not charging it last night. It’s at a solid 32%, which isn’t really enough to go about your day, but you’ll have to make do. You get ready for a hopefully not shitty day, lock up the house, and head in to work.

It’s a complete shitshow when you come in, and you turn your phone off to save battery and concentrate on dealing with more than an average amount of tourists. You find Mr. Smiley sleeping in the breakroom/office/supply closet, and have half a mind to lock him in there from the outside for the rest of your shift. It’s pretty busy, and messy, and it isn’t until you’re there for several exhausting hours that you finally have enough time for a break. You turn your phone on, and instantly you’re flooded with messages from several different people. Ugh.

A couple from your dad - just checking in, really. Group chat too as usual, but none of it seems overly important. One from Spinel, and several from Steven. You open up Spinel’s message first.

Spinel: Do you think we could talk about a couple of things later?

Vague, and a little concerning. You text back an apology for getting back to her so late, and open the messages from Steven.

Steven: Hey are you busy?

Steven: I’m dealing with a bit of a situation right now, and could use your help.

Steven: Spinel locked herself in my bathroom, and she won’t come out.

Steven: She refuses to answer to anyone, and several of us have tried.

Steven: I’m just really worried about her, and you guys seemed to bond, so I was hoping..

Steven: That maybe you could come over?

Steven: Thanks regardless.

You check the timestamp, and that was over an hour ago. Jesus christ.

Y/N: Steven I’m so sorry, my phone was off and I’m at work, give me a few and I’ll be right over, okay?

Y/N: I’ll be quick.

He replies almost immediately with a “please” and you pocket your phone. You try not to worry too hard about Spinel as you rush over to grab your things, and knock on Mr. Smiley’s office/broom closet door. He opens it groggily, clearly just waking up.

“Yeah?” he slowly blinks at you.

“I gotta leave early. Emergency.” You stare at him, trying to not be pissed at his lack of work ethic.

“Are you for real? You’ve got another 3 hours left.” He says and crosses his arms, and you glare at him.

“I’ve been working my ass off while you’ve been sleeping this whole time, AND I’m covering your ass tomorrow so you can go meet your old friend! So the LEAST you can do is let me go early when I have an emergency!!!” You almost yell out at him, and he holds his hands up in defense.

“Okay, okay! Fine. Only because you’re a good worker.” He says, and has the gall to look at least a little ashamed of himself.

“Damn right I am.” You spin around and head out of the building, practically running.

You almost trip and bite it several times on the way over to Steven’s place, but you’re more worried about Spinel. You’ve only been to his place twice, but once you’re there you run up the stairs and open the door without knocking. You’re greeted by the only two people in the living room, Pearl, and Steven.

“Oh, she’s here!” Pearl says and nudges Steven, who looks up from typing on his phone.

“Y/N! Thank god you’re here.” He says with furrowed eyebrows.

“What happened?” You say and shut the door, and cross the room over to him.

“I’m not sure! We were just working on something together for Amethyst, and she got a call from Blue and Yellow. She’s been ignoring them lately, and they’ve been bothering me in turn because of that, so I asked her to take the call just see what they want.” He runs his hand through his brown curls, and just for a moment, you see that 12 year old him in again. The obvious stress masks just how young he really is, and you feel bad that he can’t live life like a normal kid. “She went outside to take the call, and was out there for quite a while. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I did hear some yelling. And just when I was going over to make sure they were alright, she comes back in tears, eyes spiraling like months ago, and nearly knocks Pearl over rushing into the bathroom.”

“And nothing since?” You inquire, fidgeting with your hands.

“No,” He says, frustratedly. “I’ve been trying to reach the diamonds to see what this is all about, but I’ve only been getting the pearls. I don’t know what to do. She hasn’t been like this in months. What were they talking about to make her this upset?”

“Maybe I can find out. You said she’s in your bathroom?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, the one right over here.” He says and points to it.

“Is it locked?” You ask.

“No,” Pearl glances towards the bathroom door and crosses her arms. “The lock has been broken on it for a while, since Peridot joined us actually. Both Garnet and I tried opening it, but I think once Spinel hears someone trying to come in she blocks the door.”

Hm.

“I’m gonna try something, but you guys are gonna wanna stay away.” You say to the two of them. “I don’t want to overwhelm her with more than one person.”

“Let us know if we can do anything?” Steven makes to pass by you and gives your arm a light squeeze. “And thanks for coming to help.”

“Anytime, dude.” You give him a half smile, and walk over to his bathroom. You turn to take a look back at the other two, and they’re already in the kitchen discussing something in soft tones. You move to knock at the door, make two light taps against the frame, and wait for an answer.

A couple seconds pass, and nothing. Not even any movement. Nervously, you knock again, a little louder this time, and wait for a good ten seconds.

Still nothing.

You take a deep breath, reach out to grab the door handle, and very slowly and quietly open the bathroom door. You see nothing but absolute darkness, and step in. You feel around the wall to your right and flip a switch just as you close the door behind you with an audible click. The room instantly floods with the dark red light of the heat lamp, and before you can even think about finding another light source, you find yourself slammed up against the wall and let out a surprised yelp. You open your eyes to see Spinel’s face inches from yours, pupils wild, her hands splayed against your shoulders.

“U-um,” Your voice cracks a little. “Hey.”

You watch her eyes take a second to find yours, and almost instantly, she lets you go, arms trembling.

“W.. what are YOU DOING HERE!?” She cries, large tears pouring down her face, eyebrows raised in confusion, mouth trembling. Her hair is in loose pigtails, strands untamed around her face, cheeks stained with tear tracks. She looks like a mess, and your heart breaks, just a little. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt y-”

“I’m fine.” You cut her off. “I should have said who it was outside the door, I’m sorry. And um.. Steven texted me while I was at work, and told me what was going on so I rushed over..” You trail off as you watch Spinel’s entire body shake, and she covers her face with both of her hands.

“I can’t believe I just did that.” You hear her wavering voice, muffled behind her fists, and she lets out a choked sob. “Maybe they were right. M-maybe I’m not meant to-” She quickly moves her hands down to look at the floor with wide, vulnerable eyes, and struggles to form the rest of her words. You hear her breathing pick up pace, and you’re starting to realize she’s hyperventilating.

“Spinel, look at me.” Her eyes shoot up to yours, lips trembling. “I need you to breathe.” You do what your friends have always done with you, and gently grab both of her hands and hold them with yours, thumbs stroking her palms in slow circles. She freezes up instantly, and you’re about to panic, because while a familiar touch helps ground you, you register that maybe it’ll make it worse for her. But before you can pull your hands away, her hands relax ever so slightly, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Good. Just like that.” You motion for her to follow your breathing inverals, and she copies you, hands still shaking in yours.

It’s been a while since you’ve had to deal with something like this, but you’re thankful for having similar life experiences. After a solid minute or two of this her breathing is back to a normal pace, but she’s still crying, and now not meeting your eyes. Almost like she’s avoiding them.

“Look, I.. I don’t know what happened with you and the diamonds, but you can talk to me about it if you’d like. No pressure, though.” You give her hands a small squeeze, and she whimpers, looking up to meet your gaze. Tears are still actively streaming down her face, and you have no idea how to make any of this better. It physically hurts you to see her like this.

“C-can I not talk about it? I don’t think I’m ready..” She pulls a hand from yours, and wipes at her face. She just kind of smeared half of her face with wetness, and she looks miserable.

“You don’t have to talk about anything, Spinel.” You look at her, making sure she sees it in your eyes. You slowly let go of her other hand, and hold your arms out in a silent question instead. Her mouth opens slightly, the red glow of the light around her making her look extremely vulnerable and soft, and she looks at your open arms with a blank face for a moment before understanding. Almost instantaneously, she throws herself against you and wraps her arms around your shoulders, shoving her face into the cradle of your neck. You envelop your arms around her tightly, giving her sides a squeeze, and you feel her start to shake again.

She lets out an unsteady sigh, and hiccups out another small sob. You pull her to lean fully against you as you stand there, bracing your back against the bathroom door. She lets you maneuver her, and you rest the side of your face against her temple while she cries. You resign yourself to letting her cry on you until she’s done, if she needs to.

You feel her sniffle against your neck, and try not to mind that she’s getting your shirt soaked. You give her back a few gentle rubs, feeling her body quiver against yours as she’s trying to control her choked breathing. You’re not really counting the minutes, as right now you’re currently having way too many rampant thoughts about what the fuck the diamonds could’ve said to her. You’re mad as hell, honestly, and if you could say shit to them, you would in a heartbeat. You don’t want to make anything worse for her though, as much as you want to steal her phone and video call them to curse them out. It takes a few more minutes, but eventually her crying dies down, and you feel her breathing even out. Slowly, she dislodges her arms from twisting around you two, and you feel a sigh, her breath hot against your neck. You do your best to school your facial expression as you’re realize just how close you are to her, and she pulls her face from its resting position to look at you. She looks awful.

“U-um,” She lifts up her hand to attempt to wipe her face, failing to rub half the tears away. “I don’t really want to go out there yet..”

“You don’t have to.” You say, quietly. “I can leave if you’d like some quiet to yourself.” Her face looks panicked for a second, and she grabs your wrist.

“Please don’t leave me.” She says, voice wavering again. You try not to let your heart shatter at her tone.

“I won’t if you want me here.” You say, and sigh softly. “Here, hold on a second.”

She lets your wrist go as you move slightly over to the sink, turn the hot water on, and grab a clean hand towel from the counter. You soak it in water, and squeeze out all the excess. Towel in hand, you turn back to her, and she’s looking at you cautiously. You lift the towel slightly, motioning to her face.

“May I?” You ask, and she nods slightly.

Tenderly, you brush a couple strands of hair away from her face, grasp her chin with your left hand and pull her forward, gently pressing the towel to her cheek. She closes her eyes, and her shoulders sag a little as she lets you dab at her face, cleaning her of any tear stain marks. She sighs into your touch, and it strikes you that it would be so easy to just.. lean in and kiss her.

Your brain almost short circuits and you snap your thoughts back to reality. There’s a time and place for everything. This is not the time, nor the place.

Once you’re satisfied that she looks a lot better than before, you pull your hands away to toss the rag in the sink, and Spinel, for a brief moment, looks disappointed that you had stopped. Which.. kind of gives you an idea.

“Can I try something? Harper used to do this thing with me when I.. had similar breakdowns.” You ask her. She raises her eyebrow in response, clearly exhausted from crying so much. “Here.” You say, and take her hand and lead her over to the rim of the bathtub. You sit down on the edge, and motion for her to sit in front of you on the floor. She takes a seat in front of you, still confused, but obeys nonetheless. “Can I touch you?” You ask her, watching her face to make sure she’s alright.

She looks up at you, the red light in the room flooding the entirety of her face, making her hair darker, and the whites of her eyes a bit more dramatic.

“Yeah.” She says in reply, voice tired.

You reach out to her hair, and stop for a moment.

“Can I have you face the other direction, actually? Come over here.” You move to open your knees, making enough room for Spinel to turn around and lean against the bathtub. She’s close to you again.

“What are you..” She trails off as you start to take the hair ties out of her pigtails, one after the other. It takes a second, as it’s a bit tangled, but you manage to get both out, and let her hair fall down. You comb out her hair with your fingers, gently, and she sighs audibly while leaning into your touch. You run your short nails along her scalp, scratching and massaging as you smooth out her hair, attempting to pull all the tangles out.

“Touch used to calm me down, and Harper was really good at it, honestly.” You say while pulling out a particularly difficult tangle without hurting her. Her hair is long like this, and you like it. You wish you could grow your hair this long, but it’s kind of a pain to deal with, and the longest you’ve ever had yours wasn’t even to your mid back, you think to yourself. “Sometimes she’d give me shoulder and neck massages, but I preferred that she’d just play with my hair. There’s just something different about another person touching your hair.”

“I kind of get what you mean.” She says, tiredly.

“Can I braid your hair?” You lean closer to look at her face.

“Do what you want.” She says, looking fairly relaxed.

“Cool. Anyway, while Harper was good at that, Alex, on the other hand, was just terrible at any kind of physical comfort. He’s genuine, and he tries, but he’s an idiot. He’s a lot better at distractions, for the most part.” You run your fingers through her hair one more time, before starting to separate her hair into three parts for a french braid. “He’s funny, and comes from a large family, so he always has stories and jokes. Whenever I’d have a panic attack, those two were always so good about being there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

You notice that Spinel‘s shoulders have lost most of the tension in them, and you’re secretly relieved. You keep talking to fill the quietness around you two, because you’ve always hated the quiet during moments like these. Your friends aren’t here, so it’s up to you to make up for it.

“It was kind of hard, at first though,” You say, and start looping the chunks of hair around your fingers, starting at the top of her head. “Because for a while there, back when I was 16 and dealing with the worst of my abandonment issues, I clung onto Harper like a baby koala. I had this super weird crush on her even though we had been friends since we were practically babies. I think I idolized her because she was just.. good to me.” You accidentally tug a little too hard on a strand of hair, wince and utter an apology while massaging the spot on her scalp. “I’m glad that didn’t ruin our friendship, but for a while there I really pushed my feelings onto her, which was kinda fucked up on my part.”

“Hm..” Spinel mumbles. “I kind of had a thing for Pink, I think. Which ended up screwing with me even more after what she did.” You stare at the back of her head and pause your hands for a second. Huh. Yeah, you had a hunch.

“If she were still alive, I’d punch her in the face for you, I hope you know.” You state, in full seriousness. This gets the first chuckle that you’ve heard from her today, and you’re secretly overjoyed.

“I’d pay to watch that.” She says, and you laugh out loud. You see her smile, just barely.

“So,” You continue, with both your hands and conversation. “A week or so after my 17th birthday, right after Harper talked to me about this guy at school that she liked, I confess to her. And not like a, ‘oh hey, you’re my best friend and I really like you’ kind of way, either. It was more like a, ‘have a mental breakdown over your best friend liking someone else and make them feel like shit about it on your walk home from school’ kind of confession.” Your hands reach the nape of her neck now, braid mostly done on her head, but you’ve got around another 20 inches of length before being finished.

“Harper avoided me for nearly a week after that. I was absolutely pathetic, and inconsolable. Alex was fed up with my shit after a few days, and nearly slapped me over it. He would’ve been in the right, doing so, honestly. I was a selfish asshole who only thought about her own feelings, and not about her best friends.” Your eyes drift to Spinel’s face, and her eyes are closed, eyebrows unfurrowed.

“Anyway,” You’re nearly done with the entire braid now. “She did end up forgiving me. Thankfully. I don’t know what I’d do if it were my fault that I’d split up our friend group.” You pick up the discarded hair tie from earlier, and tie it around the end of the braid.

“I’m all done, by the way.” You say to her. She opens her eyes tentatively, and she looks sleepy. You stand up, and stretch your back. She also gets up on wobbly legs, and turns to look at you.

“Um.” She’s avoiding your eyes. “Thank you. For this.” She’s twisting her hands together, nervously. You lean your face closer to get at eye-level with her.

“Anytime.. and for the record, you look really cute in a braid.” You say and smile, giving her a cheeky wink. You watch her entire face from the neck up turn bright red, and think that you could probably do this forever, and never get tired. She gives you a noncommittal grunt, halfheartedly smacks your arm and you grin at her.

You hear a quiet knock at the door, and look over to Spinel. She shrugs, so I guess it’s okay now.

“You can come in!” You say to the door. It opens slowly, and you see Steven peek his head in.

“Um.. are we okay?” He asks, clearly very worried about her.

“I’ll be okay.” She says, and you think that maybe she should lay down and sleep. You verbalize this immediately.

“Spinel. I think you should go take a nap.” You look at her, and she blinks at you. “I’m serious.”

“She’s kind of right.” Steven says in agreement with you. Spinel gives the both of you a shrug, and even that seems like it’s taking a lot out of her.

“Okay.” She says, and turns to walk out of the bathroom. Steven opens the door wider, and you can see Pearl in the kitchen leaning against the counter, trying to not seem like she’s intently watching all of you.

Spinel makes her way over to the couch and takes a seat, sitting up rigidly. You walk over to her to make sure she’s okay before you leave for home.

“You know you can text me, right? And if you need me, I’ll be available. I’ll leave my volume turned on.” She gives you a nod. “Oh, and.. take this,” You say, and pull off the pullover hoodie you’re wearing right now, and hand it over to her. “Alex used to let me wear his oversized sweaters, and they used to help me sleep, so..”

She tentatively reaches out, and takes it from your hands.

“Thanks.” She says, and gives you a small smile. With her hair pulled back like this she almost looks human, for a fleeting moment. You sometimes forget she’s a gem. You return the smile back at her, and turn around to leave.

After grabbing your bag that you set down earlier from beside the couch, you head over to the front door and open it. Shouldering the bag, you start to shut the door and see Steven behind you. He closes the door behind him, his face searching yours for something you don’t quite know.

“I don’t know what you did, but thank you.” He says, completely genuine.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it for you, too, you know.” You say to him, and he smiles.

“That’s why I like you, Y/N. You’re sweet.”

“Yeahhhh, don’t tell anyone, though. You’ll ruin my reputation.” You smirk, giving him the side-eye. He laughs and pats your back.

“Ohhhhhh no! Whatever will you do!?” He rolls his eyes in jest. “Get home safe, okay?”

“No promises.” You reply, and jump down his steps, two at a time.

It doesn’t take you long to get home, and you’re pretty tired yourself. You make yourself busy by preparing dinner, cleaning the kitchen a little, and calling your dad for another check-in. Before you know it, it’s nearly 11, and you need to sleep for your double shift tomorrow that you almost forgot about. You’re laying in bed browsing social media before drifting off, and you receive a text from Spinel. You swipe down and open the message.

Spinel: Thanks again for today.

Spinel: I baked some new cookies with Steven, and would like to give you some tomorrow if that’s okay?

You smile to yourself. Ughhhhhhhh, you’re catching the feelings disease, and you swat the air around you like it somehow physically manifested around you.

Y/N: I work literally all day, but feel free to stop by and give them to me.

Y/N: Then I get to see a pretty familiar face to break up all the lame tourists.

Y/N: Cuz that sounds super nice. ;)

Spinel: I’ll see you tomorrow, then.

She didn’t react to your obvious teasing, but you won’t let that discourage you. You fall asleep thinking of the many different ways you can poke fun at her, and this time, you charge your phone.

You wake up the next morning feeling well-rested for once, and get ready for work. Alex has sent you a couple texts about when his flight will arrive, and when he’ll roughly come to meet you. Sometime around 4pm, apparently. You shoot Spinel a good morning text, and she replies almost instantly with the same, which makes you smile.

You head to work, texting your group chat about what happened yesterday with Spinel, and give them basically all the details. Alex makes fun of you for a bit, so you curse him out and pocket your phone as you clock in. Today’s going to suck, but you’ve got a few things to look forward to.

You make it a couple hours into your shift before you finally get a break, and Spinel texts you that she’ll drop by sometime in the afternoon once she’s done helping Bismuth with something. God you hope it’s not when Alex gets here, because you are so not fucking ready for that interaction. You eat your lunch and pray to any god out there that you could have one more day of peace.

You’re outside the main building repairing a couple parts on the carousel, ignoring the bulk of the tourists to focus on work. You don’t realize that quite a while has passed by, because someone walks up to you as you’ve got your head in a small door, and kicks you slightly on your ass. You jolt and bump your head against the opening, and you hear Alex burst out into laughter as you groan in pain.

God fucking dammit, this guy. You pull your head out to glare at him, screwdriver pointing at him threateningly.

“Do you want this up your ass? Because I can do that.” You say to him, and he laughs even harder. You roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t promise me with a good time, Y/N.” He says, and you stand up to smack him.

“I don’t think the pointy end would be a good time, idiot.” You deadpan stare at him. He grins.

“You don’t know what I’m into.” He shrugs, and flips his hair dramatically. You hate that he’s stupid and charming, and you love him so much.

“I know I haven’t seen you in 2 months, but like, I feel like you’ve grown taller?” You stare at him, a little mournfully. You’re the shortest one out of your friends, and you’re of average height. He also seems.. handsomer. You think he definitely got a lot more tan. He’s definitely grown into his looks, his dark curly hair and recently shaved face making him look older than you’re used to.

“I don’t think I did, but I think you’ve grown shorter.” He laughs obnoxiously, and you smack his arm again, which makes him laugh harder.

“You’re so mean to me, like all the time. Why do I love you?” You cross your arms and pout, because you know it gets a rise out of him.

“Youuuuuuu knowww, because I’m just so loveable and gorgeous and the smartest one in the group??” He flutters his eyelashes at you like he thinks he’s cute.

“Wow, you are none of these things.” You reply, smirking at him. He puts his hand over his heart in mock offense.

“Y/N, I’m offended. I’ve been here for like, five minutes, and I’ve received absolutely no affection from you. If I don’t get love, I will wilt and die. Do you want to be responsible for my death?” He opens his arms wide, and you roll your eyes dramatically, and stand there.

“We’re not doing this in public.” You say, standing your ground.

“Ohhh, YES we are, Y/N.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Prepare yourself for the onslaught.”

You take a couple steps back, prepared to run. He grabs your arms, wraps his around your torso, and picks you up, swinging you around.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!!” You cry. “Put me down you oaf!”

“No! I want love!” He all but shouts, and spins you around. He grabs your cheek with one hand and starts giving you big ‘ol smooches all over your face, and you’re giggling and trying to push him away, when you hear something drop and spill on the pavement a good twenty feet from you. You look up.

It’s Spinel.

Her face is twisted with heartbreak, and before you can even speak up, she bolts.

You look down, and see the cookies she made you scattered on the ground.

#spinel x reader #spinel #su #steven universe #spinel self insert #fic #my fic #devils ballroom #look. im not sorry yall. i promise next chapter youll get what u want LMFAO

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rubybinx · 5 years ago

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SUPERGIRL (a day late leave me alone I was busy yesterday)

AW THAT SNOWMAN IS SO CUTE AWWWW LOOK AT HIM

IM IN LOVE WITH HIM I STAN

Who’s this?

YALL THAT TIGER IS G O R G E O U S

Oh this guys in a simulation

Oh? It’s not working um

Oh KELLY HEY

Oh this is uh what’s his face bates guy

Oh yeah okay

Who’s this woman is she leviathan I think she issss

Oh that’s one ugly creature

AW NAP TIME I love you nia

Awwwww THEY ARE ADORABLE

“Don’t you have a date to get to? Go get out of here I want pictures!” NIA IS L I T E R A L L Y ME WITH ANY OF MY FRIENDS

Aw oh shit the venom in her voice saying “director dox” oh babyyyyy

Alex “what’s the emergency?”

Kara “purple or blue?”

Alex “Oh your date with William is tonight”

Kara “Cancel it for me?” OK BUT CAN WE PLEASE THO

Alex “No I will not and blue, always go with blue you know this”

“I know but it’s been two and a half years since I went on a date what if I’ve- forgot how to do it?”

“You smile and you laugh and you reach for the check” I LOVE A L E X GOD YALL

Danvers sisters I love you two

Aw Kara was gonna go on vacation oh hun

THE DEO DOES MISS YOU ALEX

Aw my nerds

“Well like soldier like hand” KARA YOURE SO CUTE

YES BITCH NIAS ROOMATE YVETTE IS BACK I LOVE HER

You better work girl

Oh ABSOLUTELY GO AHEAD

Oh he’s not gonna be who he says he is

Aw hun Kara is so nervous also SHE WENT WITH THE PURPLE SHIRT K A R A BABE

Hahahahaha KARA GETTING ALL THE POOLBALLS IN WITH ONE SHOT THATS MY GIRL

Okay but NIAS OUTFIT YES MAAM

Oh no that’s not good

She’s gonna die isn’t she he’s gonna kill her isn’t he oh boy

Yep called it oh she didn’t die thank god

BITCH IM GONNA FIGHT THIS MAN HES A TRANSPHOBE HE HAS TO DIE NOW DREAMER KICK HIS A S S BABIE

IM GONNA FIGHT THIS MAN

BUT YVETTE IS GONNA HEAR YOU SAY YOURE DREAMER

Yes go OFF NIA

Fight for your community baby I love you nia you can kill him I got you

THIS GUY IS CANCELLED

Hell yeah “a few hours then I’m doing this my way” I LOVE MY BADASS

Alex is training I assume? Yep there’s Jon hey space dad

“Okay olivander” ITS ANOTHER HARRY POTTER REFRENCE FROM ALEX

Absolutely Alex love you

Aw I like this guy

Oh boy this ain’t good

Alex might be put in trouble in the vr world and have to use her weapon and that’s when she finally learns how to really use it it’s a theory

Aw brainy is looking at the news reports of Nia

Oh brainy you aren’t busy you’re looking at Nia

COMEON BRAINY HELP THEM P L E A S E

Ugh I love dansen UGH MY LESBIANS

Uhhhh there should be rules in vr this won’t end well

Okay but Alex with blue eyes LITERALLY END ME

Aw her options: her as supergirl, her as a mom, I couldn’t see the rest but ow that hurts my heart

Ah Alex is a BIT out of place with her outfit but she’s HOT AS HELL

(Okay this reminds me of that one black mirror episode where they go into the videogame all the time and actually fight eachother)

Oh I HATE THAT AHAHAHA THATS NOT A GOOD PLACE

Oh my god don’t bring up the time when you were drowning Alex please I’m gonna cry my baby was in so much danger oh my heart just dropped at the flashback they showed Ahahaha

Alex babe please don’t panic you’re okay you’re okay

OH FUCK OFFFFFFF ALEX IS GONNA DROWN AGAIN ISNT SHE OW oh my god that made me SO ANXIOUS

Use your weapon baby YES THERE YOU GO SEE YOURE FIGURING IT OUT HUN YAYYYY

Oh that’s a cool effect of the binary glitching whenever she hits the glass

Aw Nia is hurting so badly my baby doesn’t need this

Oh nia is PISSED and rightfully so go ahead baby

No that woman knows who that guy is she KNOOOOWWWWWSSSSSS yeah Jon can get past lies

Ahahaha take that as a no Jon

Okay maybe this is brainys turning point I hope to god it is I need my boy BACKKKK

Lol Alex has to save straight people Ahahaha

Aw Alex you’re so cute

Oh MY GOD

Oh no

Okay Kara and William working on the transphobia article okay yeah

No you’re not going to get through to nia she has a right to be angry but I feel that she’s putting herself in more danger than she can handle

It’s a trap Alex

This poor guyyyyy

Oh shit there he is

ALEX COME ON

“This is my house.”

“And this is my gun” YES BADASS ALEX

Hahahaha Jon absolutely fuck him up

Yay Alex did it!!!

Wait this is too easy

NIA make his day a living hell

Shut the hell up transphobe

YES NIA

SHUT UP TRANSPHOBE

Okay Kara has a point kind of

KARA HAS A POINT

FUCK HIM UP NIA NAL MY ABSOLUTE BADASS OF A WOMAN

Aw nia baby don’t cry

Aw honey I love you it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay you’re allowed to be upset you’re allowed to have trauma and let it affect you, you shouldn’t have to push away what built you up to who you are today, it’s okay to be heartbroken over someone who loved you for your true self and for them to stop loving you because it was them not you, never you because you are you and that’s who they love.

Yeah Kara speaks the truth through and through

Yes Nia the trans community needs you my love

God Kara is so soft and so calming I absolutely adore her

Aw Alex and Kelly

Kelly that’s human emotions

Awwww Trevor AWWW HES OKAY

Oh my god nia is gonna tell Yvette who she isn’t isn’t she oh my god

Y’all my heart is POUNDING the acting is phenomenal today

“They want us to be invisible because of their own fears. They want to erase us so we need to shine even brighter.”

Oh she didn’t tell her

“The DEO takes threats against out sister superheroes very seriously.” BRAINY IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY YALL

Aw space dad and Alex fight session awwww well okay then

ELIZA WHATS WRONG OH NO

Not this music nononono

THEY FOUND DAD THEY FOUND JEREMIAH oh my god he’s dead oh I’m gonna cryyyyy

Oh I need a second oh my god ow my heart

Okay this old woman HAS to be leviathan

What? Where is this? Why are the bodies suspended in th air what? I know it’s alien but WHY?

#supergirl #supergirl spoilers

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w0wers · 6 years ago

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XXV ( The adventures of 話題のトピック high)

She banged on the door praying to god anyone would answer.

Alex opened the door. "Hm?"

"C-Can I come i-in?" Emiko was shaking having blood on her face.

Alex gasped. "What happened!?!?!"

"I-I called Jason o-out and h-he got violent..." she says her breathing fast and sharp.

Alex grabbed the phone and called an ambulance. She took the phone "I-I'll be okay Alex...I just shouldn't go back"

Alex sighed and grabbed some bandages. "Fine."

She put her arms around herself "if...if it's not too much trouble...could I stay here?..."

Alex nodded. "Of course."

"Thanks...I'm sorry for the inconvenience..."

Alex gave her a hug. "No problem."

She tensed up for a moment but relaxed and hugged back. "This kind of thing is never your fault..." Alex says softly.

"You sure?...."

"Of course, none of this was your fault" Alex says.

Habit walked in "Wow, what happened?..." he asked looking at Emiko.

"Jason happened." Alex said.

Habit made a yikes face "I'll just come back later" he leaves.

"Good idea." Alex said.

"Do you think I'm a skank?"

"No, of course not"

He eventually sat with Emiko beside her. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

Jason had calmed down a lot, he sat on a park bench. He decided he needed to apologize, Jason checked to see if she was in their hotel room. When JD saw she wasn't there he went to Alex's room knocking on the door.

Alex answered "why are you here?"

"I need to apologize."

"Get the fuck out"

"Am I not allowed to apologize?"

"She doesn't want to hear it Jason"

"Look, just let me apologize for what I did. I freaked out and got abusive. And it wasn't right."

"Jason, she doesn't want to hear it and I don't feel comfortable with you in the room"

"You know what? Fine. I don't care anymore. I was just dating her to get over my ex." Jason said, walking away.

"Yeah that was pretty obvious! Your mother raised a whore!" Alex yelled.

"MY MOTHER IS DEAD!" Jason yelled back.

"Lucky for her!"

"Well, have fun dating a SKANK." Jason said angrily.

Alex saw their neighbour had wet steel toe boots outside probably to dry them. He threw them at Jason yelling "you're one to talk!"

Jason growled and glared at Alex. "Real fucking funny. You're out of the band once our performance is done."

"you don't have that authority!"

"Well, I'll talk to the authority!!"

"Have fun with that Boozoo"

"It'll be easy to convince him."

"After the discussion we had he won't!"

"Oh believe me. I have ways of convincing people."

"By sucking their dicks!? Thought so!"

"Oh, maybe blackmail, maybe threats...maybe begging."

"Threats? Right up your alley Psycho!"

"Just go kill yourself!"

"You first!"

"No u"

Alex slammed the door, looking furious. Emiko moved back slightly scared of what he may do, considering what happened like an hour ago.

Alex stomped to the bed and screamed into a pillow. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"No," Alex grunted.

She looked slightly terrified.

Alex sighed and hugged her. "Sorry for scaring you."

"it's okay, I understand" she hugged him back.

Alex kissed her on the cheek. She was slightly shocked.

"I love you, Emiko. Will you...be my girlfriend?"

"I...Alex...I do love you, but I'd prefer to take things slow. I'm just scared of what happened last time to happen again. Well, I don't think you would do that but I didn't think Jason would either" she kinda rambled on.

"I promise I won't do anything to hurt you."

"Could we please take things slow?

"Sure..." Alex looked a little disappointed.

"I-I'm sorry," She said noticing he looked disappointed.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you to be ready."

"Well I mean, we can be dating I'd just refer to take things slower"

"Of course."

She smiled kissing his cheek.

Alex smiled and walked out of the room. He was going to go down to the pool for some relaxation. "Can I come with you?" she asks.

"Sure."

They went to the pool together, Emiko felt genuinely safe with him.

Miu was at the pool and seemed to be trying to make her lightsaber work. Why she was doing it at the pool nobody knew.

They ignored her sitting on the edge having their legs go into the water.

Miu got her lightsaber working and cut a chair in half. "HAH! I could rule the world with this!"

"God damn" Emiko says softly looking over at her.

Miu laughed maniacally and put the deadly weapon away, then threw off her clothes to reveal her bikini.

They were talking with each other about random nonsense.

Miu looked at them and wrinkled her nose. "Fuckin peasants." Miu grumbled.

"Fuckin slut!" They shout back in unison.

Miu sniffled. "I c-can cut you both in half if I want to!"

They laughed to themselves going back to their conversation.

Miu sighed and went back to her tools, then began building a high-tech security camera. She figured she could sell it to someone for big money, and with the $100 Jason gave her, she had bought an entire set of new tools.

They hang out at the pool until sun rise.

Soon, it was the day of the performance and Alex hadn't even slept.

Soon it was time for them to go the competition. Alex told Emiko and Habit to go ahead while he snort a line.

Soon, everyone met up, then went inside to watch people perform. Then the Christian Busters showed up.

#kid icarus #dark pit #everymanhybrid #habit emh #jason dean #marble hornets #alex kraile #danganronpa #au #alternate universe #chapter 25 #theres like 100 oter chapters out oops…#multifandom #fine literature #good meme

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hamilton-one-shots · 6 years ago

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Hamilton High School AU 56

And, sitting in a circle with a few friends, he was. Everyone was looking over their finished makeovers proudly, especially Lucy, who was new to the whole thing.

"Show Tommy how pretty I am!" she begged as she bounced in place.

John smiled and took a picture of her, sending it to Thomas. [She only cares what you think, no other boys are mentioned]

As much as he was against the idea, he couldn't help but smile at the caption and at how happy Lucy looked. [Good, no other boy should see her when she's this beautiful xx] [Besides you, of course xx]

He sent a picture of himself to Thomas and Alex separately with the same caption. [Laf is an artist!]

Thomas chuckled and gave Aaron the phone. "Here, take a picture of me when I say." He laid down on the ground as if he'd passed out.

"You're a strange man, Thomas Jefferson." He took the picture anyways and gave back the phone.

Thomas sent the picture as it was.

Alexander didn't know what to say or do, his boyfriend was too gorgeous for words. [U r prfecshun! I dont deserve u]

John responded to him first, too busy giggling at Thomas's picture to respond. [Trust me, you deserve me. <3]

Alexander smiled and got back to work.

John responded to Thomas. [I guess I should never send these pictures again, then? : P]

[I'd rather actually die than hear those words again ; ) xx] [I gotta go help Burr, I'll see you later, beautiful xx]

Lafayette sent his own picture to Hercules.

[How did I get lucky enough to find a datemate like you? ; )] [You're going to look so stunning at the dance, nobody but me will be able to look at you without fainting.]

[If that is true, it will be because of your dress more than anything else.]

[Baby, you're beautiful! Don't forget that.]

He smiled and went to his bag, where Rosie had been sleeping and was now trying to escape.

The second that he let her out, Lucy squealed and ran over, picking her up. "A kitten!"

She mewled, displeased, and Lafayette took her back before she could hurt Lucy or before Lucy hurt her.

"You must be careful with her. She is just as alive as you and me. You wouldn't want someone picking you up and shaking you around, would you?"

"No.. Sorry kitty..."

"Her name is Rosie. Here you go. Nice and gentle."

She carefully held the kitten and pet her head. "Hi.. I'm Lucy."

Susan came over and pet her back, giggling. "Hi, kitty."

John smiled and took a picture, sending it to his boyfriends. [This is how I die. Cuteness overload.]

[Surprised I'm not dead yet, then ; ) xx]

[Ur so much cutr tho]

He chuckled. They were so similar in some ways, especially when it came to John.

He and everyone else sat and watched movies for essentially the rest of the day, as if it were a girl's day in. Around 6, Thomas and Alexander got to the apartment and John buzzed them in, despite everyone else protesting.

"Hey, Sunsh-" Thomas was interrupted by everyone besides John throwing pillows at him.

"No boys!"

"This is a girl's day!"

Alexander laughed until he was also assaulted with flying pillows.

John laughed and stepped outside with them. "Sorry. You know how it is, girls day in."

"... But you're a boy, aren't you?" Alexander asked.

"Yeah, but I qualify. They said I'm pretty enough." He smiled proudly.

"I could've told you that, hon." Thomas winked and John rolled his eyes.

"Alright. You guys heard the rules. No boys besides me." He waved them off.

Thomas tutted. "Alright, but you owe me a date tomorrow."

"I know and we'll be disbursed by tomorrow at three, at the latest."

"I'll see you then."

John nodded. "And I'll see you later, too." He kissed Alexander's cheek.

"I'll see you Monday." He smiled and pecked his lips, frowning a bit when Thomas did the same. It hurt seeing his boyfriend, his John, kissing another guy. But he wasn't about to complain about it. He made John happy and that was all that matters.

John also wanted Alexander to be happy, though, and he could see that he clearly wasn't.

"Hamilton, are you coming? I'll take you home."

"Yeah.."

"Actually," John said, "Can you give us a minute? I want to talk to him."

Thomas nodded and went downstairs, waiting outside of his car and taking a smoke break.

John pulled Alexander into a hug and kissed his cheek. "Are you sure you're okay with this?.."

"Yeah.. I just.. It's going to take some getting used to."

"You know I still love you, right? I love you just as much not as I did before I realized I loved him too."

"I know.. It's just kind of weird after everything that happened."

John nodded. "I get it. He's not pushing you out of the picture, I swear that much to you."

Alexander buried his face in his chest. "Can we talk about this alone? Before you go out with him tomorrow?"

"Of course we can. I'll probably need to borrow something to wear from Laf, anyways." He kissed the top of his head. "I'll see you then."

"Okay... Am I bad for being jealous? Like... I know I promised I wouldn't be, but I can't stop it and I'm sorry.. I shouldn't be jealous after-"

"Hey.. Slow down there. I understand if you're kind of jealous.. You're really doing a lot for me through this.. But nothing is going to change, I swear. I still love you just as much as before and nothing's ever going to stop that." He pulled away from the hug and kissed him.

Alexander melted against his lips. John always made him feel better and kissing John always made the world feel alright again. Whether or not John was dating Thomas, nothing could take that away from him. When he pulled away, he smiled. "Thank you..."

"Anytime." He pecked his lips one more time before watching him go downstairs, then going back inside.

Alexander looked better as he went to Thomas, tutting as he saw him smoking. "Does John know you do that?"

"Yeah. Got a problem with it?" He stomped out the cigarette before getting in the car, Alexander getting in the passenger's seat.

"It smells disgusting and secondhand smoke kills. I don't want John to die."

"Says the man who left him alone when he had a panic attack to the one who makes sure he's away from John before smoking."

Alexander grumbled. "Stop holding that over my head!"

"I could hold a lot of things over your head, Hamilton. My point is I'm pretty sure John hated having a panic attack for hours while you exposed his life to the public, then having to lie about it a whole lot more than some bad habit." Thomas had half a mind to start smoking in his car to prove a point had he not remembered that Lucy's booster seat was in the backseat. The last thing he wanted was for her to begin smelling like smoke because he wanted to be petty.

"And I'm pretty sure that I hate the fact that my boyfriend likes someone else even more than all of that combined, but you don't see me kicking your ass to the curb."

Thomas sighed. "You're impossible. You do realize that I'm not a threat to your relationship, right? John's not leaving you for me, he made that clear. He loves you."

"And he loves you."

"And we love him. Lord knows I'd love for him to drop you, even before you added me in, but I'm not going to make him because, for some unknown reason, having you around makes him happy and that's all I care about. I don't give a damn about you and you don't give a damn about me. There'll be hell to pay if you make John suffer for it, that's a promise."

Alexander went quiet. He didn't know if it was because Thomas scared him or because he was right, but he went quiet.

"Look. I'm not going to lay a hand on you, I promised John I'd back off. But if I hear you hurt him again, you won't be so lucky. He wouldn't hurt you no matter what you did. You screw up, I'll kick your ass. I screw up, Lafayette kicks my ass. So we both work to make John happy. We're dating him, that's our job. Get it?"

"Of course I want to make John happy. I'm not the one that tried to rape him."

"I did not try to rape him. I'd never do that, not to him."

"You tried to rape me."

"I hate you."

"Great excuse."

Thomas gritted his teeth. At least he was trying to fix his mistakes. Alexander was just trying to excuse his. "Look, we're at your place. Get out."

Alexander gladly did just that, getting out and slamming the door shut.

Thomas drove off and went home.

"Where's Lucy? I thought you were watching her?" Kevin asked as soon as he walked through the door.

He guessed his mom was home. "She's sleeping over with some friends. I just want to go to my room, alright?"

"Thomas, treat him with a little more respect."

"Come on, mom, I'm tired. I've had a long day."

She sighed. "Alright, fine. Go upstairs."

He went upstairs and took a long, hot shower, then collapsed into his bed. Things were still so complicated.

John ordered pizza for his sleepover and helped Lucy clean the makeup off of her face before eating with everyone.

"Johnny, are you and Tommy dating again? He seems all happy like he did when he dated you before."

John smiled. "I think we are."

She pouted. "You get two boyfriends?.. Why can't I have one?"

"Because having a boyfriend is a lot of responsibility. Sure, there's the fun of having him carry your books and give you compliments, but you have to make sure he's happy, too. And, don't tell him I told you this, but most girls date once they're about my age."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I began dating when I was sixteen."

She counted on her fingers. "How many more years is that?"

"Ten, but it'll go by really fast if you're a good girl. If you keep being mean to the kids at school, then it'll take longer."

"Why?"

"Because growing up is all about learning from your mistakes and the more mistakes you make, the more learning you have to do."

She nodded, completely trusting him. "Why did Tommy say I can't date until I'm thirty? I'll be old by then!"

John chuckled. "Its because not all boys are princes. Some are really mean and they don't really like you and they hurt your feelings. He just wants to make sure that you don't get hurt."

"I understand.." After a few seconds, she had one more question. "How did you know I was being mean?.. They only tell mommy and mean Mr Kevin because they're grownups."

John always had an answer to that one. "Santa Claus told me."

She gasped. "You know Santa?!"

Susan came over. "Yeah! He helps Santa get my toys."

John nodded. "It's true."

"Wow! I promise I'll be better!"

"That's great. You know he's always watching."

She nodded and took her plate from John once he finished cleaning off her makeup.

Maria smiled and sat with John. "You are such a mom."

"This coming from an actual mom."

"I'm serious. And I don't mean it in a bad way. You're so good with kids, no wonder Susan and Lucy love you."

Lafayette nodded in agreement. "It's true."

He chuckled. "Thanks, guys.."

"On an unrelated note, when did you start dating Thomas?"

"Yesterday.. Alexander knows how I feel about him and asked him to kind of join in.. So, we're going on a date tomorrow."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?.." Maria asked quietly, Lafayette seeming just as worried.

"He's different. I know he is. I trust him."

"You know that if he hurts you, I will kill him," Lafayette promised.

"That won't be necessary. I really like him.. He made some bad mistakes, but he's past that. I know he is."

They looked at each other, still a bit unsure, but they ultimately decided to trust John and, by extension, trust Thomas. Still, they'd be keeping an eye on him.

After a night of pizza eating and Disney movie watching, everyone fell asleep on the floor. In the morning, Maria had to leave for work, but everyone else stayed in the apartment. While Lafayette took Rosie out for a walk, John made breakfast and fed the girls, eating with them. When Lafayette came back in, he asked him to keep an eye on the girls.

"I've so been slacking on my art. I want to work on it today, if that's alright with you."

"Of course. These two are angels." He smiled and waved John off.

"You're a lifesaver." He went to his room and shut the door behind him as he began painting. Like James said, he was painting to go with a supernatural theme, sticking with mainly ghosts and spirits. All of the paintings were done in warm grays and very little color, an eerie feeling in the room as he put them all around to dry. So much so that when Susan walked in, she burst into tears. John picked her up and took her out, rocking her. "It's not real, it's just my painting. I promise You're okay."

She sniffled and cried on his shoulder for a minute.

"What did you need, sweetie?"

"Mr Laf told me to tell you it was lunchtime.."

"Okay. I'll be over there in a second." He kissed her cheek and put her down when she was finished crying, sending her back to the kitchen.

John went back and cleaned up his paints, then locked his bedroom door and went to the kitchen, finding that Lafayette had actually cooked something. "Oh, thanks, Laf. You could've just ordered out, I could've paid."

"Nonsense, it was no trouble. Come eat."

John wasn't going to argue with food. He sat in the living room and ate with everyone else, taking a break. By the time that Alexander had gotten there, he'd practically forgotten his paintings in favor of Lafayette's amazing cooking. He hopped to his feet and buzzed Alexander in, then went and checked on the paint while he waited for him to get to the apartment.

Lafayette answered the door and smiled. "Hello. Sorry, John just went back to his room to put up his paintings." He let Alexander in and shut the door behind him.

He waved at the girls as they sat on the couch, but was more concerned with getting to his boyfriend. He went back to his bedroom and felt a chill go down his spine as he pushed the door open. "Hey.."

John smiled and turned to him, going and hugging him. "Hey. Sorry about the mess.. Let's go to the other room."

Alexander didn't even know John had another room. He assumed that door led to some closet, but no. There was a whole other bedroom, this one with plastic all over the ground and clay and a bunch of other materials in the corner. "What's that trashcan in here for?" It would've been easy to ignore had it been a regular kitchen trash can and not a full sized, metal garbage can.

"It's a furnace. I couldn't really afford a real one, so I made that one. It's good for metal and for firing clay, so yeah."

"Metal?"

"Yeah, melting metal and making new works out of it. That's why I put it in the room with the balcony, to let the fumes out."

"Oh.. Anyways, I'm sorry.."

"For what?"

"I shouldn't be so jealous... I talked about it with Thomas and I get it.. I shouldn't be this jealous of him.."

"Oh, honey.. It's okay to be a little jealous sometimes.. That's why I didn't tell you I wanted to be with Thomas, because I didn't want you to think that it meant getting you out of the picture.. That's not what I want at all. I love you just as much as I love him."

Alexander smiled. "I love you too.." He leaned up and kissed John, sighing contently.

John hummed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He never wanted to lose Alex, not in a million years. Alexander was his other half and Thomas was the missing piece in his heart. He loved them both in the same way, but in different ways, in a way that he could hardly describe. But he didn't have to describe it because they understood. Without a word, they both understood. "I'm so lucky.." he muttered as he pulled away.

"Oh, come on, you're not nearly as lucky as I am. I get to date you." He smiled.

John chuckled. "Let's agree to disagree.." He checked the time. "I should get ready soon.. Do you mind?"

"Of course not. You have your date with Thomas and I can hang out with Laf and Susan at home." Again, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit jealous, but it was a lot more manageable than it was before. John loved him, he knew he did. Making sure Thomas wouldn't get in the way of that was the true problem.

John kissed his cheek before walking off, going to the bathroom and taking a shower, then getting dressed in a plain shirt and shorts. He even shaved his legs, just like he had for his date with Alexander.

Once he was ready, Lafayette drove everyone to their house, even taking Lucy and Susan over after John told Thomas and Maria. The girls went up to his room and Alexander and John waited in Alexander's room, laying in his bed.

"I'm glad to see you've been taking care of Squirtle."

"Of course I have been. I love him almost as much as I love you."

John kissed his forehead and sighed. "This is nice.. Just laying here, in the quiet."

Alexander nodded and cuddled against him.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #john laurens #thomas jefferson #lafayette #hercules mulligan #maria lewis #susan reynolds #lucy jefferson #lams #jamilams #thaurens #56 #chapter 56

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sstroke007 · 4 years ago

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Home before lockdown – 26ft classic boat delivery from Essex to South Wales

Due to family commitments i found myself having to move to Wolverhampton overdue ultimate yr from West Sussex. I’ve a close-by no meansa nearby lived a ways from the ocean and the boat i've custody of, a 1936 gaff cutter Wendy can also, was stored inside the smooth dust of Canvey Island. 2 stroke vs 4 stroke It quickly became apparent that commuting from Wolverhampton to Canvey changed into impractical: now not simplest was the distance long however there was no actual way to avoid the hoop of demise (aka the M25). but, my brother Alex had lengthy been a member of Newport and Uskmouth crusing membership, and myself and my family went to go to the region. i

discovered it welcoming, pleasant and really similar to Canvey Island yacht club however on the alternative aspect of the united states of america in South Wales. It become lots toward my new home so I decided Wendy can also need to move.Plans have been hatched. My appropriate pal Dave Norman agreed to come and a date became set for 14 March. All wintry weather (more like a long, windy autumn) I watched the weather with horrid fascination as one named storm after any other blasted through. but in the direction of the center of March the rumour began that the storms would prevent, and the winds could move easterly.

Then the virus situation hit and plans had to be tweaked. It seemed like the united states of america could be locked down. I didn’t need to force my van to Canvey in case I couldn’t journey to get it back later. This intended I couldn’t carry again my hard dinghy. I toyed with the idea of leaving it, however I’d owned the dinghy for 30 years and the friend who offered it to me were killed in a motorbike accident now not long after. I had given my son crusing classes in it, and nearly misplaced it off Ramsgate when i was towing it returned from France and it surfed up past the boat, came tight at the painter and flipped. some years later, I’d used it to rescue a man who had fallen out of any other dinghy. The dinghy had survived quite a few boat modifications and numerous girls had come and long gone from my existence, however the dinghy remained. No, I couldn’t depart it behind. 2 stroke vs 4 stroke once I left my original yacht club to move boatbuilding in Portugal, I couldn’t take the dinghy, so I gave it to Dave Norman. He picked it up and located a £20 note underneath it. He took it to his yacht club (Benfleet) however did now not use it. After some years i ended up at Canvey Island and wished a hard dinghy. Dave gave it returned to me and that i rowed it to my Wendy’s berth wherein it equipped nicely within the area in front of the bowsprit. I took Luna our canine for a row in it; she authorised and didn’t try to escape like she did with the inflatable kayak. With this a whole lot history you could probably recognize why I didn’t want to leave it behind. the opposite alternative changed into to tow it. I attempted getting it on deck, and it simply did now not healthy. Wendy is most effective 26ft on deck and the dinghy is 10ft, and heavy. DIY dinghy drogue So I got here up with a device that deployed a small drogue (a plastic funnel) whilst the towing painter got here slack. It changed into clean to rig; all I did changed into bolt a stainless-steel U-bolt into the stem and bolt a piece of plywood onto the transom. I drilled a big hole amidships inside the plywood and via this rove a 10mm nylon rope. I put stopper knots in approximately 8ft apart – one knot in front of the U-bolt and one aft of it. I led the rope through the hollow in the plywood, fed it via the funnel, put another stopper knot on it there and then tied a bowline to which I attached another scrap little bit of vintage halyard and an empty paraffin box with its lid still on. The concept is that because the dinghy is below tow the aft stopper knot is tough in opposition to the U-bolt. because the dinghy starts to surf, the drag-line pulls the funnel (drogue) into the sea clear of the turbulence of the transom, it digs in and the forward knot hits the U-bolt, and brakes the dinghy. I added some other painter to the everyday ringbolt, and that became that. you could see the diagrams here. on the day we left, 14 March 2020 at 0330, it became rainy and bloodless. slicing tides intended we couldn’t await higher weather than the westerly force four-5 backing south-east later. I had massive Dave Norman with me and 18-yr-antique Harry, who facilitates me out every now and then in Wolverhampton. Harry, who's 6ft 3in, barely built and slight of manner, has a penchant for constantly apologising and being first-class. Dave, an ex-military sergeant, took him beneath his wing however quickly negative Harry changed into projectile vomiting from the horrendous movement down underneath as Wendy leapt from one short, steep lump of sea to the next. Our destination changed into Ramsgate in which I supposed to wait for either no wind or something with a chunk of east in it. nine hours later we arrived, the dinghy become half of complete of water and that i really concept we were going to lose it. there has been no manner I supposed going close to it in the horrible situations off the Longnose, so i was quite pleased it held on long sufficient to get adequately tied up in the marina. Harry has a laugh the next morning breakfast become in a café, and Harry surprised us by using no longer attempting to leap ship, in fact he professed to playing himself! We then went to the chandlery round the corner and the owner bought me a used inflatable one-manner inflation valve for £2. Harry and that i went back to the boat, hauled the dingy out, drilled a 32mm hole and bonded stated valve into the bilge with Sikaflex. The weather calmed down after another night and we motored out of Ramsgate on a flat calm sea. Our next forestall pressured by using weather was Sovereign Harbour at Eastbourne. The dinghy remained dry thanks to the valve. We did some extra shopping, fuelled up and witnessed some awesome panic-shopping for on the grocery store. After nights there we had been very glad to get away to the sanity of the sea although it became at 2300. steadily an easterly wind constructed and the following night time we have been walking slowly outside of the Isle of Wight underneath a jib and staysail. Wendy ought to have stood a triple-refed main but with a crew not used to gaff rig I desired to get the primary up within the daylight hours. 2 stroke vs 4 stroke The wind came on and that i determined against the primary on the grounds of not gybing and losing the stick. The dinghy became behaving beautifully, the tool was running well and stopped browsing. when we handed the threat of the race at Portland invoice I handed over to Dave. i was strolling the engine to get us properly into Lyme Bay to try to break out the huge swell that become building. I got here up after an hour mortified to peer the dinghy browsing so rapid that simplest approximately 2ft of the hull was really within the water, earlier than the brake came on and it lurched to a prevent. I did no longer assume it to still be attached once I took over at 0330. however, it become still there once I stumbled topsides for my watch. It became freezing and the wind had picked up. there has been really no want for the engine, and i stopped it. For a while I watched with horrid fascination the dinghy’s antics, questioning that it couldn't likely nonetheless continue to be in the back of us, however it did. We had been too some distance inner Lyme Bay to weather begin factor with out gybing so I decided to position into Dartmouth. whilst we arrived there at 1030 the scene changed into a wild one, the wind being north-easterly, sour and force 7.big seas were breaking, however Maurice Griffiths had designed an awesome boat in Wendy may also, and her Welsh developers were masters. Steve at North Sea Sails had made her stout sails, and with a crew like that behind us we had total confidence that our little ship might bring us safely in. I called Harry up to witness this incredible demonstration of nature’s electricity. He stuck his head out of the companionway, looked wild-eyed at the breaking waves, the fulmars swooping in the blasting tempest, and the dinghy surfing in the crests, slammed down the hatch and went again to his lee-clothed bunk. Salute to my mum We made port effectively and Dave determined to leave the boat there. i used to be grateful for his help to get us so far, but with the lockdown coming near near, obligation referred to as for Dave to return to his wife. She got here all the way down to get him and that they retired to 38e17fbbba54997472ffd8992f4da2fa lodge for some luxurious before riding lower back tomorrow. Harry and myself stayed on board and watched movies on my Kindle, setting apart ourselves from the madness ashore. We stayed any other night and then left for Plymouth. The north-easterly had dropped down a little. We had a lovely sail down and tacked across Plymouth Sound on mom’s Day to salute my antique mum who had walked from her nearby flat and braved the bloodless to wave at us from Anchor factor. I waved lower back with a lump in my throat earlier than tacking for Millbrook and a short live at Southdown Marina. We had been up at the beginning light to seize the tide out, and the easterly wind west. All that day with Harry spelling me each two hours we made properly development. Off the Lizard with the triple reefed principal, staysail, and operating jib up, the tide went foul, and a tremendous sea constructed up in the wind-over-tide conditions. Wendy permit none of these breaking seas come aboard, and i felt at ease despite the deep cockpit no longer being self-draining. The dinghy become up to its typical antics but got here to no damage. We had been beyond Land’s stop earlier than the start of the new day. Harry slept on, willing though he was, it would have been unfair to allow him alone on the helm with the hard going for walks tide beneath us and big steel buoys approximately. The wind, despite the fact that usable, and a beam reached, regularly fell away. I knew to maintain to our time table to trap a truthful tide into the Bristol Channel we wished the motor on. however how ought to I wreck the spell while the solar shone brightly and the dolphins found us, frolicking around as we serenely wafted beyond the North Cornish coast? We approached Tintagel, near the deliver-killing rocks that also had surf bursting on them. 2 stroke vs 4 stroke My reluctance to motor discovered us going through a strong foul tide because the solar went down so we placed into Morte Bay to anchor. I should have recognized there would be trouble with a call like that. there may be a huge tidal range, so the first-class intensity I should discover become nevertheless 19m. Wendy’s past owners had ready her with a number of chain and i had brought a Nineteen Forties fisherman’s anchor. hundred foot of chain went down, and we stopped. I thought I had each painters out of the water once I went astern, but i was flawed. A funny noise started and earlier than I should get it in impartial, the prop had eaten the main painter. I managed to get it off the prop a while later, and we went to mattress for some hours. as soon as the tide become approximately to move fair, we left, with just one painter at the dinghy. I figured it would be ok as there wouldn’t be any surfing involved from then on. The wind changed into nevertheless easterly, notwithstanding the forecast, and blowing difficult, the tide changed into dashing into it making for a terrible sea. negative Wendy was simply smashing into the waves, pointing her bowsprit on the sky and crashing lower back into the hollow she had made. It changed into uncomfortable. Then, as i peeked lower back to the dinghy, I saw the ringbolt pull out. I called Harry; he got here up banging his head tough at the hatch. I had him shine a torch and maintain it on the dinghy so I should give attention to getting returned to it. Wendy’s low freeboard and absence of a fence helped within the dinghy rescue, the sharp lower edges of the dinghy’s rail hindered things and break up my arms before I managed to reeve a new rope through the U-bolt and get it under tow once more. domestic in sight We made for another anchorage and arrived at Porlock Weir in the early morning light. A rolly antique vicinity however very welcome. We had a breakfast of fried potatoes and eggs earlier than sleeping for a few hours, having lunch and refuelling with two gallons of paraffin and more than one slugs of -stroke oil (for lubrication) and making some minor maintenance. Then an hour before low water we left after some other accurate exercise at the manual windlass. It turned into a six-hour motor on a flat calm sunny sea earlier than we reached Wendy’s new domestic. My brother Alex met us and took our traces before dashing domestic. He instructed me which mooring buoy to pick up and warned me to moor nicely, right and tight at the bow or threat sliding down the dust financial institution. the subsequent morning became a bit of a hurry. i used to be so secure I slept in and didn’t stand up until 0700. We had breakfast and then moved the boat to the mooring. however pulling up the pick out-up buoy revealed a cobweb of muddy strains. It took ages to get matters directly and inside the confusion the dinghy were given unfastened. It didn’t float far, but there was nobody else round and we nevertheless had to smooth up the boat, get our package ashore and make sure all was comfortable, earlier than the swiftly falling tide stranded us. there was not anything for it but an early morning swim. I stripped to my boxers and determined out how cold the river Usk is in March! Harry were given a few true pictures as I rowed lower back. Later, my spouse arrived, we loaded up the auto and headed domestic. tomorrow England went into lockdown, but candy Wendy may additionally became thoroughly in her mud berth and her dinghy was closed through maintaining her organisation. The voyage had taken us ten days to finish and i gave Harry a knife to rejoice him becoming a sailorman. 2 stroke vs 4 stroke

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