#this probably needs a part 2 but its really late and i'm sleepy

[bellysoupset]

"Figured where do I know your face from," Vince said, sitting in front of Max in the teacher's lounge. Mr. Daniels was pushing the food around on his plate.

"Yeah?" he asked, uninterested, "where's that?"

"You broke my arm when I was 10," Vince glared at the other man, who let out a little snort, still staring at his plate. When Vince didn't chuckle too, he frowned and looked up.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah," Vince sat before him, eyebrows raised, "you're the big kid in the playground who bullied me when I moved here."

Max let out a groan, letting his fork fall back down on the plate, "aw man, I'm sorry. Middle schooler me was a shithead," he grimaced, "I don't remember breaking anyone's arm, though, I'm really really sorry."

Vince rolled his eyes, unimpressed, "well, but you did..." he frowned then, noticing Max waxy pallor, "what's wrong with you?"

"Generally? Right now?" the other man shrugged, quirking an eyebrow and causing Vince to let out an annoyed sigh.

"We've established you're a shithead generally, so I meant specifically at this moment," he clarified and Max let out a chuckle at that, scratching at his cheek.

"I think it's just a hangover," he shrugged.

Vince raised his eyebrows, on a Tuesday? Damn whoever said teachers didn't have fun.

"Shithead indeed," he sighed, getting up once more, "don't hold my kids back today."

"Sure, sure, I never do," Mr. Daniels waved him off and Vince wrinkled his nose with annoyance, before walking out of the teacher's lounge.

Most teachers ate in the lounge, but it wasn't a requirement, so Vince went to the parking lot and found a nice bench in the shadow, unwrapping his lunch and scrolling through his social media. It was a nice break after a morning packed with kids, to be reminded the adult world still existed out there.

Luke had already flooded his DMs with memes and there were two texts from Wendy, one being an outfit check of her in gym clothes that had his heart skipping a beat.

Vince typed a cheeky response to her texts, smiling at his phone, only to hear a snort.

"Well, hello, Mr. Monacelli," he would recognize his sister's voice anywhere. Sophia's hair was up in a ponytail and she sat next to him on the bench, "why are you smiling at your phone?"

"None of your business, now, is it?" Vince scoffed, "where's the rest of your mean girls pack?"

"Hurling up their lunches in the bathroom," Sophia said, jokingly putting her finger inside her mouth and Vince wrinkled his nose in distaste. He really couldn't understand how his middle sister had such an acid sense of humor, nothing like the rest of the family.

"That's horrible to say, Soph-"

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes, criss-crossing her legs, "you can't embarrass me in class."

Vince snorted, "embarrass you?"

"Yeah," Sophia glared at him, "none of your i'm-a-cool-teacher jokes, nu-uh. Don't even mention you're my brother, you're gonna ruin my reputation."

"I'll make sure to fail you, just so they know there's no special treatment," Vince turned back to his sandwich, "or maaaybe I'm gonna bring up your super embarrassing crush on my best friend."

"Are you never gonna let that go?" Sophia jumped up, glaring at him, her cheeks turning red, "I was a kid!"

"It was literally six months ago," Vince grinned, "get out of my sight, kid."

"You're so mean," she pouted, "I'm gonna leave you a terrible teacher review."

Vince rolled his eyes, chuckling as the girl stomped away. He loved her dearly and it was really nice to be back in her life, but Sophia was also the most annoying person he knew.

She was also a senior, which wasn't a good thing, because Vin was already struggling to make the older kids respect him and he knew it wouldn't be any easier if his influential little sister decided to make his life a living hell in the classroom.

Hopefully Sophia was just bark and no bite.

It was to no one's surprise when his last class rolled on and yet he met an empty classroom. Vince sighed, glancing at his watch. Fucking Daniels, again.

He was going to strangle that man.

Vince was already ready to stomp out of the room and forcefully retrieve his kids, when suddenly the door opened. He straightened up, ready to face the swarm of frustrated teenagers, as they always were after chemistry class, but instead it was just Sophia.

Alone, which was all the more worrying, her blue eyes were huge on her face.

"What's wrong?" Vince asked, talking over her as his sister said:

"Mr. Daniel's is really sick and we don't know what to do... Can you help?"

Oh great, Vince thought, stepping out of the classroom, "what happened exactly?"

"He was off all class, but we said nothing- And then like, just now he suddenly stopped talking and barfed everywhere and-" her voice dipped, switched to Italian as Sophia groaned, "it's so gross, Vin."

Vince sighed as he followed her down the hallways to the chemistry room, "why didn't you call up a nurse?"

"We didn't want to get him in trouble..." Sophia frowned, planting her hands on her hips, "you're not gonna get him in trouble, right? He's cool."

And hungover, Vince thought bitterly, but despite his feelings he nodded, "I'm not," he promised, "stay out here, I know vomit makes you sick."

She let out a grateful sigh, slumping against the hallway wall as Vince entered the room.

It was truly a sight to be seen, fucking spectacular. Vince had no idea how he was supposed to not report the fact that Mr. Daniels had somehow managed to puke on his own boots and in a large puddle in the middle of the room.

He was folded in half, bracing against one of the tables and most of the teenagers were pushed to the opposite side of the room, looking completely horrified.

"Alright everyone show's over," Vince said, gesturing to the kids, "you have history class now, go get some water and then to the classroom, shoo."

Despite his somewhat harsh words, most of them looked visibly relieved there was an adult in the room. Vince cringed as he saw some kids that were almost green with sympathy nausea, he just hoped he wouldn't have to deal with that as well.

Once the classroom cleared out, Vince approached the other teacher, who was still mute, save for a couple hiccups and little sniffles.

"Okay... So hangover, uh?" Vince couldn't help but say, touching the man's back and Max let out a loud groan.

"No," he rasped, "no way this is a hangover. I'd never- Not in front of them..." his voice trailed off and he shuddered violently, "my head is killing me."

That didn't really help his i'm-not-hungover case, Vince thought, forcing the shorter guy to straighten up. He immediately grimaced, realizing why Max had stayed in that position. There was vomit down his band t-shirt and clinging to his auburn beard.

Without thinking Vince touched his cheek, then forehead and let out a sigh. The guy was burning up.

"I have good news and bad news," Vince said, side stepping the beige mess on the floor and pulling Max to a clearer patch, before pushing him to sit down in one of the chairs.

The blonde fell like a ragdoll, spreading his legs and wrapping an arm around his stomach, "good news is that I didn't shit my pants?"

Vince scowled, "good news is that you're sick, so this means we can tell the nurse and you're not gonna get penalized for hurling in front of the kids."

Max let out a little huff at that, "terrible good news-" then he hiccupped and groaned, "get me the bin..."

Vince couldn't believe there was anything in the guy, after seeing such copious amount of vomit. He also couldn't help a wave of sympathy as he thought of how much Mr. Daniel's reputation was fucked after getting sick in front of the seniors.

He planted the bin in front of the guy and then crouched next to him, carefully pulling Max' curtain of blonde hair and tying it on the back of his neck, "you're gonna be fine for a minute? I'm gonna go get a janitor."

Max let out a sickly burp inside the bin, raising a thumb up.

Once Vince got back in the room, now followed by the janitor - Maurice, who was also a relic from his school years - Max had folded on himself all over again, both arms wrapped around his stomach, head resting on the school desk.

"Man, c'mon," Vince sighed, frustrated, "try and help yourself, the principal is gonna have your head..."

"Uhm," Max groaned, "I don't- I don't feel well..."

Maurice let out a snort, "you'd think he's feeling fine after throwing up everything he ever ate," the man teased and Vince couldn't help but chuckle at that, grabbing Max' arm.

"You'd think," he agreed, pulling the blonde up, "c'mon, nurse's office. You have someone who can pick you up?"

"What...?" Max's gaze was all dazed. At least he had managed to clear the vomit from his beard, probably with his hand and wiped on his jeans. Vince grimaced at the mental image.

"Someone to come get you?" Vince repeated, pulling the guy down the hallway, "you're out of it."

There were curious faces on the hallways, kids out for a bathroom break stopping to watch them and Vince sped up, causing Max to stumble and collapse against his side.

"I'm gonna hurl again," the man mumbled and Vince shook his head.

"C'mon, we're almost there-" he wrapped an arm around the other teacher's waist and pulled Max against him, making them walk even faster.

The minute they got inside the nurse's office, Max turned to the big flower pot and heaved, his whole back arching as he let out a deafening retch and brought up a mouthful of bile.

"Goodness heaven's, Mr. Daniels!?" the nurse exclaimed. Mrs. Doyle was elderly and never used to do anything back when Vince was a student but tell the kids to go back to class. At least now she couldn't tell them that.

"He's got a really high fever," Vince said, keeping a hand planted on Daniels' back, as the man braced against the wall and continued to heave, not a thought given to Mrs. Doyle's sad palm tree, "and he's been sick," a lot, Vin mentally completed.

"Uhm- Well, he can lie down in my office... I'll get him so gatorade, until he feels-"

"Just let me go home, for fuck's sake," Max groaned, his voice all raspy and Mrs. Doyle frowned at the swear word.

"I don't think I can release you when you're this sick, I need-"

"I'm not a fucking kid," Max turned to glare at her and Vince stepped between them, glaring at the man.

"Then don't behave like one. You can't drive like this, either let Mrs. Doyle call someone or sit in the office and wait until classes are over and I'll drive you," he said strongly, causing Max to raise his dazed eyes at him and scowl.

"There's no one to pick me up," he groaned and Vince sighed, dropping his shoulders.

"Then go lie down, I'm just gonna finish my class and I can drive you," he turned to Mrs. Doyle, who was stunned into silence, "he can stay, right?"

"Of course..." She frowned, "you're the Monacelli's kid? Little Vince?" she suddenly held her hand down to her hip and Vince blushed, while Max let out a raspy chortle.

Vince nodded, his whole face aflame, "I'm gonna go, I have a bunch of teenagers to calm down. Hopefully you're not contagious, otherwise our lives will be hell for the next weeks."

Max groaned, stumbling forward towards the nurse's office, "yeah, don't count on it."

[mufos-photo-album]

I miss the Cinnamoroll collab mainly for the wax event (think geyser/grandma) it had. For those not in the know, during the event the Tiptoeing Teabrewer would sit by their oven as cinnamon rolls popped out, which players could burn for wax/light.

Me missing this event isn't 100% to do with wanting more wax sources, though it certainly is a part of it. Rather, it has to do with timing.

For context, events like geyser/grandma/sunset take place on even hours in my timezone (at 2:00, at 4:00, etc). When it was still around, the cinnamon roll event would take place on odd hours (at 1:00, at 3:00, etc, in my time zone) -- its possible they occurred more frequently but I don't really remember. I'm the kind of player who pops into Sky whenever they feel like it, so half the time I'm either in time or late for geyser/grandma/all even-houred events. Having the cinnamon roll event around was nice because it gave me something to do during the odd hours, while the other wax events are over. Nowadays though, if I've already done my dailies and I see that its an odd hour, I usually log out right then and there. This is opposed to if it was an even hour, where if I could make it, I would do geyser/grandma.

The point I'm trying to make is that at the moment, there are optimal times to play Sky, which is detrimental for those with schedules that can't be online for those hours.

For the cafe in particular, I can kinda see why they removed the wax event. Keeping it would make it so players only really appear at XYZ time, somewhat acting against its purpose as a social space. So, replacing the event with a reward the player can pick up at any time of the day makes it so there's an average amount of activity at all times.

That aside though, still would be nice to have another wax event(s) that takes place in the empty hours between geyser/grandma/sunset. If there were concerns about players getting too much wax with the addition of another wax event, each of the events can just share a wax cap -- much like the other wax events already have. Maybe there could be issues with players feeling like they need to get to every wax event, however I find that feeling already exists with the wax events we have. This could be especially so now because there are optimal hours where these events occur.

IDK. It's 2 AM right now (though I'll probably schedule this to be posted at a more sensible time) and maybe my sleepiness is rendering me too short-sighted to see the full consequences of this suggestion.

Gootnight.

[annabelle-creart]

breaking the rules because i don't really do ships (but i'm learning)

so 7 + any ship of your choice + Outliers AU

also expect a follow up continuation fic from me <3

7 + Chase x KO + Outlier! Au

The night was about to end with Knock Out´s entire existence if it wasn´t because his pedes were on automatic, to pass each night by that bar was pure torture for 2 reasons: he missed his life before graduated from med school when he was technically still young to do whatever he wanted without problem, and because the song they were reproducing was probably the worst song cybertronian race could create in all their eons of existence, including the time there were just the Primes and their creations didn´t invade the rets of the galaxy, Primus, how could people listen to that shit, KO thought when he saw people on the bar started to got out, realizing that was the song the bar used to, basically, say goodbye to the customers, maybe it was just the song at the end of the reproduction list- FRAG! WHAT WAS THAT? Oh, just a cat, how weird it was to see them on this part of town, whatever, he just wanted to go home and got into recharge.

It hadn´t passed one stellar cycle since KO and Chase moved together but KO was already planning to ask him to move again because if he saw once again the admin of the building, he will personally grab him and practice a not so done cranial surgery on the maintenance room and if he hadn´t done that is only because Chase is a police captain who works near, and a really good one, not like the last ones he had met, he wouldn´t save him just because is his conjux.

KO finally got to the door, graving his key- the door is open… frag, he was really late this time.

KO opened the door slowly, hoping it wouldn´t make a sound- it made a screech, Primus, he forgot to put oil on it, again, okay, nothing´s out of normal, except by Chase´s key on the bureau, okay, he just needed to be completely silent and hope Chase was already recharging, but first he needed a snack, today´s turn on the med bay was longer than wondered, he opened the fridge to see what could he get… frag, Chase forgot to get provisions, but it was on the calendar! Wait, what day it was? Chase never forgets something if its on the calendar, he´s a habit being, he wouldn´t, and the fridge still had things, just not how it usually is.

“Hello?” -PRIMUS, WHAT THE FRAG. KO jumped at the voice, noticing it was just Chase getting on the room, but frag, those dot orange glowing eyes don´t help in the dark “You´re late” Chase told him, turning on the lights, making KO squint his optics.

“We received a multiple accident on Iacon´s main street” KO explained, covering his optics with his servos and despite Chase sounded but didn´t mean to sound like reproaching, it was just his natural tone “Too many injured bots and the other shift was late because the street was closed.”

“I´m sorry” Chase said, for some reason, KO never understood why he says that each time he talks about things like that, but it made him feel less unsensible about it “do you want something?”

“A hug and a one eon vacation.”

“…I can give you the hug” Chase opened his arms, KO gave a little chuckle, but he was too sleepy to think correctly and just throwed himself on Chase´s arms, Chase was certainly bigger than KO, so, he felt like an upstanding berth.

“Sorry for being late, you´re probably tired too” KO murmured on Chase´s chest.

“I am, but we always go to recharge together.”

“Aw, you´re so perfect,” KO surrounded Chase with his arms “I don´t deserve you.”

“I´m not with you because you deserve me.”

“That´s makes you more perfect.”

“I´m not.”

“You are for me.”

Chase didn´t say anything, maybe because he didn´t knew what else to say or just didn´t have anything to say, but the hug passed from a simple, cute one, to a steady one, so, Chase could carry KO on the air.

“Wait, wait, wait-”

“I´m tired, and you are about to sleep in my arms.”

“I don´t have a problem with that” KO wink his optic, well, as much as he could because it was already closed.

“I do have, I need my arms” Chase replied with normalcy, making KO make his typical not angry but frustrated face, Chase turned off the lights again and throwed KO on the berth, then, he got beside him, immediately being surrounded by Knock Out´s arms again. Not a single word was said because KO was already asleep when Chase said “nice rest”, both already knew they would only wish the well to the other, and after the strange day Chase had with this gladiator, well, to get back to normalcy was a sweet taste. Primus, to be with Knock Out is a good taste.

[zephyrs-world]

Dustin's sister

Imagining if Dustin had an older sister who happens to have a crush on Eddie Munson.

Notes: 1-inspo for MC: Sarah Jessica Parker’s hair in the 80s.

2- I’m not a lyricist so I’m taking lyrics from other bands in the plot, sue me. I know it’s not 80s songs, but technically they won’t be in existence for a while, so MC can take them for now.

3- This is my first bit of writing so please be nice! Not sure when I update, when I get more inspo! Hope you enjoy! Rather than posting new posts, I’ll keep adding to this one ( I think!)

4- Warnings: haven’t included yet but there’ll probably be smut. Drug use and swearing. Minors dni!

September 1986

Chapter 1

"DANIELA!!!! I'm going to be late on my first day of high school if you don't move your butt IMMEDIATELY!"

Your sleepy eyes have no time to adjust to the onslaught your little brother gives you by throwing a glass of water in your face.

"You little twerp Dustin" you reach out to grab him . It is in vein: he has already rushed back to your bedroom doorway.

"You also promised to pick Max up, so we gotta get goinnnn!" He thumps his foot like a rabbit before scuttling off in to the corridor.

You groan outwardly and have a quick stretch. Great, you think to yourself here's to the beginning of the end... my last year of high school.

You make your way to the bathroom and wash your face with warm water to get yourself awake after the cold water onslaught. The guilt of forgetting you would be picking up Max this year after she and her mom moved to the trailer park made you realize your little brother was annoyingly right... yet again. You would have to put your foot to the metal to make it on time to pick her up and deliver the little ones to their classes in time. Not that you minded, any excuse for you to speed through the roads in Hawkins with your new baby you purchased this summer.

You rush back to your bedroom and pull on a rumpled pair of black jeans that had been on your floor and look through the rest of your pile of clothes for some socks. You end up with two odd socks and settle with them, knowing they will be hidden under your worn-out doc martens. You grab one of the few items you had left of your father: an old Led Zeppelin tour T-shirt from 1975 and look yourself in the mirror. You sigh inwardly. You could be considered attractive if it weren't for your demeanor, as your mother would say. However, you knew it was more than that. Bit curvier and shorter than most girls your age, you tried to hide said curves with baggy clothes, but recently had thought maybe you will one day start to experiment with fashion a bit more, not on your first day though. You would probably blame it on the new rock bands you had started to admire over the summer. You popped on your big plastic glasses you hated so much and attempted to tackle your mane.

Your mane had a mind of its own, it was half lion mane and half bird's nest. It was the Henderson's family trait. Your little brother managed to keep his in check under his baseball hat, however, no matter what you tried, you could never get yours under control. You grabbed at all the parts that covered your face and tied it up on top of your head in a sort of make-shift half bun and left it at that. You knew there was no need to put any more effort into your look as you would always look disheveled by lunchtime. Always getting something on you and your hair has a mind of its own. To be honest, you had given up caring a long time ago. And after what had happened last year, it was hard to really care about the superficial parts of life anymore. But high school always made you nervous and obsessive about these things, and you hated it for it.

You ran downstairs and grabbed the large jean jacket you loved so much from the banister before running into the kitchen where you bumped into your little brother.

"I am always fascinated how you can take so long to get ready and still look like you have just woken up" Dustin beams at you sarcastically.

"Shut up Dusty you little dweeb, it's been basically 15 minutes since you threw that glass in my face, you little turd."

"That's no way to talk to your favorite brother, who happens to have made you breakfast" He hands over a piece of toast.

"Thanks, you're my only brother so an unfair statement there.”

Dustin rolls his eyes at you before stomping out of the kitchen. He looks back over his shoulder at you impatiently.

"Cmon please! I don't wanna be late for Max!"

You groan loudly and lodge the piece of toast in your mouth whilst writing a note for your mother next to her daily meds and grabbing your school bag and keys.

You shut your front door and turn to see Dustin jumping impatiently outside the passenger door. This kid will be the death of me.

You smile warmly at your old 1969 Ford Mustang. Your mother had cried when she saw you had purchased an old battered muscle car with your hard-earned money, but it was your decision, not hers. You got the piece of metal cheap as it was in an appalling state, but having spent most of your summer fixing her up with one of Hoppers old friends, you were finally able to call this thing of beauty a car. You really couldn't care less what anyone else thought and were proud of your new baby. Sitting in your seat and hearing your car purr, you couldn't wait to drive her for hours to anywhere. You hit the pedal and speed through the roads, engine roaring and Dustin screaming next to you.

"oh relax, Dusty!"

"I am relaxed" he squeals, "But you can put some other garbage on than this old crap? I swear you're 18 going on 50!"

You scoff and turn the music up louder as you hit the main road which is still quite empty of traffic. You smirk at your brother as you hear a Blondie song come on the stereo. This was one of your women in rock cassettes you had made yourself, and you were not changing it any time soon.

"One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya!"

"Eughhh you're so embarrassing" Dustin closes his eyes as you speed your way down towards the trailer park belting out Blondie's song.

You keep singing the song, getting louder and louder until the guitar solo starts and Dustin screams as you headbang whilst turning into the trailer park, your car nearly hitting the trash cans as you swerve next to Max's trailer. Your brother's second-hand embarrassment spurrs you on. Your car arrives to a halt, and you fully let loose and air guitar the final part of the solo whilst continuing to headbang.

You scream out " One wayyy or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna give you the slip!... I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya!"

You start to poke your little brother in the stomach and you both start to play fight by slapping your hands at each other. You are clearly more entertained by this than Dustin who is trying to shout at you to stop, he doesn't want you to embarrass him in front of Max. And to his pleasant surprise, you stop immediately and honk your horn to announce your arrival to Max. Not because you are feeling kind and want to listen to your brother, but because you hadn't noticed until just now that you had had an audience watching you both.

Standing outside the trailer opposite Max's was a tall boy with a long black disheveled mullet, who you would have recognized from a mile away, anywhere. Cold sweat trickles down your back at the sudden realization.

Never have you felt your cheeks redden so quickly and Debbie Harris is not helping with her repetitive "Ill get ya" going on in the background. He is definitely staring at both you and Dustin and you just hope and pray he has only just walked out and only noticed the slapping siblings rather than your stupid singing and guitar playing.

It would be just your luck that the first time your crush actually sees you, would be now, singing off key to a Blondie song. You could die of embarrassment right now but luckily Dustin is still berating you so you can try and pretend you hadn't seen THE Eddie Munson ogling you. The song cuts off and you hear Max get into the back of your car

"Christ Hendersons, did you want to wake up the whole neighborhood whilst you're at it?"

"Hey Max, sorry about that. My sister is being an idiot this morning"

You pinch your brother in the ribs "Hey!" he shouts

"I'm sorry Max, I got carried away listening to Blondie. Plus first time I'm getting to drive this beauty properly since my last fixtures. She's going to be lots of fun!"

As if on cue, the next song on your mixtape blurts out: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. You smile and thumb the beat on your steering wheel

"God why do you listen to this stuff?"

"Whatever Dusty. At least I don’t listen to never ending story on repeat. Now lets get you kids to school" Max chuckles darkly at your dig as your brother whines. You are thankful for these two kids being the perfect distraction for you.

But you are a sucker for suffering it seems. As you turn your car into a U-turn to drive back out, you can't help but steal a look at Eddie Munson's trailer. You didn’t mean to lock eyes with the boy and he gives you the biggest smirk and bops his head to the song playing from your car. Oh dear god, he definitely knows who I am now.

You speed off and make your car roar, trying to get out of this trailer park as quickly as you can.

Both Max and Dustin scream at you, but you don't care and are secretly hoping the speed will make you forget the fact you have just embarrassed yourself in front of the boy you have secretly been crushing on for years. Luckily, he's a couple years older than you so hopefully, you won't have to see him again too soon.

Boy, were you wrong.

Chapter 2

You slow down as you near the school.

"You guys excited for high school then?"

Dustin won't shut up about some club he wants to join but you don't pay attention and notice Max has been extremely quiet in the back, fiddling with her walkman. You make a note not to press and park your car in the back of the school’s car park in the shade.

"Aight kids, have fun and come find me if ever you need ok?" Your brother groans at you and gets out of the car. You only notice now he's wearing his Weird Al tshirt and make a note to keep an eye on him when you can. You love him but there are some assholes at this school who will make fun of his choices and she won’t let them tear down your brother the way they have done with you in the past. You have no time to say anything to him, he has already ran off to find Mike and Lucas.

You walk with Max and ask her what she's got in her Walkman.

"Not much, I've just got one of Billy's old tapes" she mutters mournfully. You look back at her and your heart goes out to the girl.

"Listen, music is my crutch, I make a ton of mixtapes. Here," you grab one of your most recent mixes from your bag. "If you want to listen to another tape that is. These are all different women in rock tracks. Dustin hates it but maybe you'll find something you like on here?" You hand it over to Max. "There's a bit of everything so have a listen and if you like it, I have way more for your to take ok?" Max gives you a small smile before taking the tape and walking away.

You sigh and wonder how you can possibly be there for her, the girl has been through so much, you wish you could help somehow. You are lost in thought as you head towards your first class of the day...

During the break between classes, you find your best friend Nancy. Talk about complete opposites. Nancy is such a hard worker and excels in all her classes, you not so much. But your bond over losing your other best friend Barb and going through the crazy things you have both endured these past few years has definitely brought the two of you closer. Although, having said that, you barely saw each other over the summer.

"Hey stranger!" You lean on the lockers next to Nancy as she is engulfed by her books in her locker "How do you already have so much paperwork?"

"Its our last year Daniela, you gotta be prepared for college applications no?!"

You scoff and are about to respond to her but she carries on:

"Speaking of which Jonathan is being funny about his college applications, I just don't know what is going on in his head. It's so hard when he's on the other side of the continent...."

You lean back and listen to your friend's concern, realizing she probably needed a vent and a friendly ear to use. You listen compassionately to your friend’s troubles and try to offer the best advice you can offer, which is not much considering you have never been with a boy, never mind a long distance relationship. The second bell rings and you and Nancy walk to the class that you share together. She is now telling you how she wants to head the school's newspaper and trying to convince you to join.

You follow Nancy to the front of the class and sit next to her through history. You try really hard to focus and make notes. You were never the smartest but you worked hard to keep up decent grades, this year however you didn’t really see the point in trying so hard. By the end of the class you can't help but compare your scattered notes to Nancy’s perfectly neat notes. Complete opposites as always, something her mother would constantly remind her of when she was younger. "Why cant you be more like Nancy". Luckily her health had taken a toil recently, ever since your father had died and then her beloved cat Mews, she didn't really have the strength anymore to remind you of all your imperfections. Comparing you to either to Nancy or to Dustin had always left a bitter taste in your mouth, but luckily it also made you have thicker skin than others.

As class finishes you go to ask Nancy if she wants to grab lunch together:

"Hey-"

"Sorry Daniela I've got to go, talk later!"

You wave on as Nancy scuttles off, probably to get signed up for a school paper or some other extracurricular.

You sigh and go back to your locker to put your bag there during lunch.

"Lucas is thinking of joining the basketball team!!!"

Your brother Dustin blurts out as you jump out of your skin. You should be used to his creep ups by now. You look behind your locker door to find him looking at you in what appears to be complete despair, but you are immune to your brother's dramatics.

"So? Lucas can do what he wants, no?" You start tentatively

"No!! We were meant to all continue to do DnD together. Just because Will isn't here. The team is crumbling D..."

"Relax, I'm sure Lucas still wants to play with you. Why can't he do both?"

Your brother stutters, annoyed at your simple response:

"Because... basketball stands for everything we despise!"

"I know but this is high school Dusty."

"Don't call me that here" Dustin huffs "I wish Steve was still here."

You can't help but laugh at this. You grab your brother by his shoulder and walk him towards the cafeteria.

"I'm pretty sure your newly adopted big bro would agree with me. We can ask him when I see him at work if you like?"

"No! He was my friend before yours Daniela!!

"Never said otherwise buddy"

At this point Mike and Lucas join you both. You decide its best to let the boys deal with this themselves. Beside you need to grab some food as your belly is rumbling.

"Hey, guys. God Mike, why did you have to get so tall on me?"

"Hey Daniela"

"Right, I'm off but I'll see you all later ok?" You walk away and leave the guys as you hear their arguing increase. These kids...

You're queuing up to get your lunch when you feel someone be extremely close to you. You don't pay much mind to it, the queues are always rowdy here, and start taking today's lunch off one of the canteen lady. As you put the dish onto your tray and move to grab a pack of juice, you start to hear the person next to you hum "One way or another". You freeze in the queue and turn to see that it was in fact Eddie Munson standing right next to you. He grins widely at you and you automatically turn your head back to the line, hoping inwardly that maybe if you ignore him, he will stop or better yet disappear.

"I've got to say that was one way for me to wake up. You have… impressive air guitar skills... If you do that every morning I am never going to be late for school again"

You can feel your face burning up and its not from the heat of the kitchen nearby. You get to the end of line, however the person in front of you is having issue paying with their food card and so you swear inwardly again at yourself. Of course this happens and now I'm stuck. You don't have time to wonder why Eddie is back at school and why he is deciding to now talk to you. You put on your big girl pants and put on your best deadpan face before turning back around:

"Trust me, it was not for your pleasure. It was a one-time thing so don't get used to it."

Eddie's eyes light up and looks you dead in the eyes. You're lucky you have a very good poker face because the way his dark chocolate brown eyes are peering at you so intently, you could have melted on the spot right there and then. You had never been this close to him before and you're trying so hard to not check him out whilst he is watching you.

"Oh I can promise you, sweetheart, the pleasure was definitely all mine to have." He smiles at you widely and your heart flutters.

Eddie Munson is an enigma at this school. He had been in the same year as Steve who had already graduated high school and you had always admired him from afar. He stood out from the rest of the crowd like a sore thumb, he didn't fit into any of the high school group stereotypes, but he still walked around with zero fucks and 100percent confidence in himself, you couldn’t help be attracted to him. You would have been hooked by him purely from this, but it's the fact that Eddie stood tall and lean and had the perfect physique and appearance that left you feeling weak in the knees, and that mullet….Years in high school had been spent looking across the lunch hall at him whilst biting your lip. Being in this situation with his full attention on you, you realized what a fool you had been. Eddie was even more handsome up close, his facial features really blew your breath away and you could drown in those big expressive eyes and luscious lips...

You frown when he starts waving his hand in front of your face and you realize, mortified, you had been staring at him blankly and had not heard a word he had said. He starts to look at you with concern:

"Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine Eddie" You go to pay your lunch and notice in the corner of your eye Eddie start to frown.

"How do you know my name? What's yours?" Your heart falters at this. You remind yourself of course he doesn't know my name, he did not know I existed until this morning.

"Everyone knows your name Eddie." You feel a bit sad at the realization that he has spent so many hours in your mind, especially at night and he does not even know your name. He shouts over to you so you turn around.

"Hey! Am I not allowed to know your name then?" His face in that instant looks so friendly and genuine, his usual signature smirk is not on his face. You had never seen him without it before. You realise you don't know much about this boy, only what you have made up at night under your duvet. Your face reddens as those dirty thoughts come to the forefront of your brain. You cannot look him in the eye after this and just shake your head as you run off to find Nancy to have lunch with.

After a couple of minutes of trying to find Nancy and realising she had run off after History class, you give up. You look around and catch Eddie looking at you, sitting with all his Hellfire club friends and you feel your face redden as his eyes try and bore into yours quizzically. Luckily, you see one of your other friends Robin wave maniacally to you and so you decide to rush over and sit with her and the school's band.

"D!!! Haven't seen you all day how've you been?!" your friend Robin bumps your shoulder with hers.

"Hey Robin, yeah I'm good"

"You been for a run?" She asks you and you are confused by her question so focus your attention back on your friend.

"What?? No, why d'you ask?"

"Because you're so red in the face dummy! What's got you so bothered then?!"

You are mortified and wonder how you can salvage this.

"Oh I don't know. First day back jitters I guess"

"Yeah right, more like first love jitters. Who's got you all wound up?!"

"No one!" you are not having this conversation with all the kids from her band looking at you and snickering. Robin clocks your discomfort and your audience and changes the subject very quickly.

You eat your lunch in silence, listening in to all the gossip about the school's perfect couple Jason and Chrissy and the basketball team. All of a sudden, you hear a loud commotion and everyone looks up to see what is happening. The noise had come from near where the Hellfire are sat and you see Eddie and Jason in a heated argument, Eddie mocking and mimicking the jock. You also notice Dustin being sat behind Eddie at the Hellfire table, red in the face looking up at Eddie... You make a note to question your brother later to figure out what an earth he is doing sat at that table.

The fight seems to calm down as some of the basketball crew pull Jason away. Eddie pulls his tongue out at Justin and puts his hands up to his head as makeshift horns. You are distracted by the length of Eddie's tongue but your reveries are cut short by the girls sitting at your table.

"What is Eddie doing back here? Wasn't he meant to graduate last year?"

"Right? This is his 2nd repeat of final year high school, how thick can he be?"

"Hey!" You shout angrily. You did not expect the whole table to turn to your attention. "Let's not judge someone we all barely know, I'm sure he has his reasons..." they all scoff and go back to their gossip and you go back to finishing your lunch. However, you feel some eyes boring on you and look up to find Robin beaming at you as though she has just had a light-bulb moment

"I know what gave you those jitters earlier now..."

You groan and wished your friend was not as perceptible as she was.

Chapter 3

Leaving the canteen you had tried to catch up to your brother and his friends to make sure they were ok, but the crowds made it really hard to spot them and get through. You hate the fact you hadn’t been able to check in on them and hope that the commotion during lunch hadn’t had them involved.

You look at your new time table and notice you have advanced English literature and groan. You had forgotten you had picked this class last year when it had been recommended to you for your college applications. English was your best subject, but that didn’t mean it was your passion. It was the closest thing to lyrics and the guidance councillor had said this was your best bet at going to college to study what you wanted. But it also meant hard work, which you really did not want to do this year. Luckily, a familiar face is sat at the front and beams up at you.

“Daniela! Sorry I ran off, come sit!” Nancy beams up at you.

You throw your books on to the table and smile at her.

“No stress, hope you got what you needed doing?”

“Yeah I ended up taking your advice?”

“What? My advice? Since when do I give good advice?”

Nancy laughs at you “This morning! I was in the newspaper room and got inspired to write Jonathan a letter after signing up to the student paper. Sorry I missed lunch, lost track of time.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you made some sense out of whatever I was saying earlier, I sure as hell know I wasn’t.”

“You ok, you seem… elsewhere today?”

You brush off your friend’s concern and try and fan away her concerns as well as your blush formation at the same time.

“Yeah first day jitters as Robin calls them. All good”

“Oh you saw her at lunch? How was lunch?”

“All good, although our little ones were very near a Jason fight so I want to check on them later”

“ I swear those boys always get into trouble. Was Jason fighting them?!” Nancy burns up in anger.

“Nooo” you reassure her “that was with Eddie, I was too far to know what happened exactly but Dustin was nearby is all. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m just nervous now they’re here you know? I hate Jason”

“Same here D.” The two of you would carry on if the class had not started. You know you will pick this all up later with the boys.

The class rings for your next class which was basic maths. Having taken advanced English you thanked your pass self for taking the easy option in maths this year. Maths weren’t so hard for you, and having Dustin as a genius little brother helped you get the grasp of it early on. You decided to sit in the back of this class and take this time to take out your notebook, filled with sketches and half written lyrics you had started but never finished over the years.

People started to arrive into class and you stare at your half doodled page and some lyrics you had started last year, dreaming of a certain someone:

“The saving grace was the feeling/ That it was a heart he was stealing/ Oh, he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement”

You start to write another line underneath, feeling inspired:

“The eyes are bright, he couldn’t wait to get away”

“Who’s Bright Eyes?”

You jump up at the sound of a voice and your head bangs in to your intruder. You hear a yelp and a chair scrape back next you.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to make you jump! Was just curious what had you so transfixed when class hasn’t begun yet.” Eddie glances at you sheepishly. He points at your notebook “that’s cute, are you writing a poem of some sort?”

It was at that moment that you decided that yes, you wanted the ground to swallow you, right there and then. Your face heats up for the umpteenth time today and you glare at him, words failing to formulate out of sheer horror.

Eddie misinterprets your glare and puts his hands up “I’m really sorry, hope it’s ok me sitting here, it’s the last seat” he looks at you apologetically and sincerely.

You swear under your breath, not with anger but for utter frustration. Because you had just witnessed Eddie Munson give you his best puppy dog eyes, and you knew there and then that was your weakness. You felt your stomach flip and do somersaults and you knew you would never be able to win an argument or anything against a boy who had so much control over you. And you hated having no control.

“It’s fine” you grit your teeth and turn back to your notebook and shut it firmly. You will have to find another class to write and draw peacefully.

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you somehow by the way, it was never my intention... Look, can we start over?”

Your heart stutters at his last question. You realise you have been nothing but cold to this boy who now seems to have decided to avert his attention towards you. It’s not his fault you can’t handle it. You take a deep breath and smile at him.

“No I’m sorry, you haven’t upset me… I just didn’t know you were there. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“And she smiles ladies and gentlemen! You’re pretty when you smile you know?”

You can’t help but groan and eye roll at his remark. Not because he sounded so lovely saying it, but it was twinged with bitterness as it was very similar to something you would hear repeatedly all your life. Where Dustin was goofy and smiley, you were refrained and distant. "You’re pretty when you smile Daniela, you should smile more”

You see Eddie is trying to figure you out still, awareness that his compliment had not gone down the way he thought it would. His big brown eyes didn’t hide any of this thoughts and emotions, which you found unnerving and warming. And very dangerous.

Luckily the teacher starts the class and you can focus your energy there. Or so you thought.

You feel warmth poke your hand and look down to see Eddie’s pinky trying to get your attention with light feather touches. Your eyebrows are now at the top of your temples as you look over to him in wonder. You find Eddie grinning wolfishly at you and you can’t help but stare at the hole forming on his left cheek. Since when does he have Dimples goddamn it?!

He points with his eyes towards his paper where he had written a note

“Hi, can I know your name now please?”

You can’t help but smile at the innocent note considering how much your heart was fluttering.

“No :)” you write back and try and muster a cute smile back to Eddie. He hasn’t noticed the note at first and gives you the kindest smile, all warmth in his eyes, you could feel your cold self melt under his stare. But then he sees the note and mutters angrily under his breath. You saw a glint of mischief and a slight smile before he frowns and takes the paper away to write, and you can’t help but wonder if he is secretly enjoying this as much as you.

Eddie is taking his time writing his note or is now trying to make you sweat, but you won’t let that happen and focus back on the class and write down notes on the fractions from the board. You’re in the middle of said fraction when the note is nudged back in to your vision

“I think the fact that I keep seeing you everywhere today is a damn good enough reason. Now that we’re also classmates it must be obligatory. Please release me from this torture or I’ll give you a name myself”

You can’t help but warm up reading this note. Was he thinking of you as much you had been today? No definitely not, this has been the same amount you have thought of Eddie on daily for the past few years, he was definitely not as obsessive as you, but the fact that he was noticing you was a huge step up.

You smile as you write back:

“My mother always told me never to share information with strangers. What nick name would you give me?” You felt bold adding that last question, having always pictured Eddie whispering sweet names in your ear during your fantasies at night.

You push the note back and glide your fingers on the side of his hand to nudge him. You take an intake of breath when your fingers touch one of his rings ever so slightly. Its coldness making you try really hard not to have any dirty thoughts in maths class. You feel a need to cross your legs to hide yourself and keep your thoughts at bay.

He takes the note and reads it, brows furrowed with determination. The note is suddenly back in your hands.

“I think after this morning and you waking me up makes our relationship quite personal now. No longer stranger danger. You’re more danger than me with those headbangs. As for nicknames, they need to be earned. Let me get to know you, PLEASE INSERT NAME HERE?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his response even though you are slightly embarrassed that he had in fact seen everything this morning, but you decide it’s best to cave in and to hell with it. You write your first name in the box he has put for your name to be in, and scribble hope this makes your day :) next to it.

As Eddie reads the note he smiles so broadly you notice both his dimples appear. He really has a gorgeous smile and terrific teeth… his smile reaches up to his eyes as he looks at you warmly, having been able to put a name to your face. You can’t help but burn up at his stare.

He looks down and writes another note before passing it to you.

As you read it, you can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness and your walls start to go all the way back up.

“What a beautiful name, Daniela. This has made my year so far. A new friend who can teach me how to headbang.”

“:)”

You fold up the note and give it back to him with a smile that does not reach your eyes. You then focus all your attention on class and write notes. You put your notes in the middle of the table so Eddie can copy and catch up rather than distract you. The note had been sweet, but it was the mention of friend which had stung you. Always placed in the friend-zone, this just stung. You had become best friend with Steve after he asked for your help with Nancy, and you hadn’t minded since you weren’t attracted to him. But with having feelings for Eddie, this just hit differently to all the other boys before him.

—

When the bell rings to announce class is over, you jump out your seat and make a beeline for the exit. You hear Eddie behind you:

“Hey! Wait up!”

But you decide to ignore, your ego still in a turmoil. You know it’s not his fault, but you need to get your emotions in check if you’re to start having this boy give you attention, even if it is platonic.

You get to your locker and swap out the books you need for your last class and to take home and feel a warm presence lean on the locker next to yours. You think it’s your brother again and slam your locker door close with hard snap, only to reveal its in fact Eddie looking at you quizzically. Your heart skips a beat.

“Hey, you’re tough nut to crack aren’t you? Anyone else would have suffered whiplash by now, but lucky for you I’m persistent.”

You frown at his last remark:

“Why?”

His eyes widen at your reaction. “Why? Because you intrigue me, Daniela.”

When he says your name, he says it in a way that makes you shudder right to your core. It’s as though he is tasting your name on his tongue and he is enjoying it.

“Are you new to Hawkins? Why have I never seen you before?”

You scoff at his question “I’ve lived in Hawkins all my life, I’ve been here as long as you.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that lovely, I’m practically part of the furniture here at Hawkins High.”

“Well not enough to see me, I guess I’m part of the walls here then.”

“Oh, no. You are definitely not part of any Hawkins furniture or walls. You stand out.”

You look at Eddie in confusion. He is staring at you and his large eyes seem to have darkened and you feel heat pool down below. You try to look anywhere but at him and look down at your watch.

“Look I don’t know what to tell you Eddie, I’m here and have been here a while and will be here another year. Now, I gotta go.”

“Fine, but I’ll be sure to see you around then, Daniela…”

You hurry off, feeling your back burn up under his gaze. You rush into the crowd of kids and try and cool off your thoughts.

Chapter 5

As the final bell rings to announce the end of your class and end of your first day, you break out in the biggest grin. Finally this day is nearing its end. You jump up and gather your belongings and head out to your car.

You bump into Robin on the way out and ask her if she wants a lift to Family Videos as she’ll be heading there later to cover the night shift: Steve had another date night.

“Thanks D! Sure thing, you taking any of the little ones home or just me?”

“Max and Dustin usually but who knows”

“Who knows with those kids… hey you ok to cover my shift on Wednesday night? I got band practice till 7 now…”

“Yeah of course that’s fine!”

You both walk out into the open and into the wave of kids running out to get home.

“So… wanna talk about lunchtime and what got you so hot and bothered today?” Robin looked at you knowingly.

“Nope absolutely not.”

“Ohhh cmon! I told you about my crush! Granted it was under the influence of Russian drugs, but still you owe me!”

“I’m not saying anything Robs, especially not here”

“You’re so stubborn D, I’ll get it out of you one day!” Robin bumps your shoulder as you turn up towards your car. Your friend gasps.

“Wow! I mean I’m not into cars but you’ve really done her up D! She’s a beauty! Does she have a name?”

“Not yet, still need to figure her out I guess” you beam proudly at your car.

You pat the bonnet of your car and lean on it, waiting for Dustin to turn up. Robin does the same.

“Bets on Harrington’s date being a flop?” Robin asks and you both converse animatedly about your friends failed dating life.

You are both so engrossed in your conversation you hadn’t realised you were practically the only people left in the car park.

“Where an earth is that annoying kid?” You mutter under your breath.

“Maybe he went home with Mike?”

“He would have said…” you get distracted as you see Eddie making a beeline for his van.

He senses you watching and catches you off guard. He waves and winks over to you.

You feel yourself blush but are distracted by his swollen and slightly cut up lip.

You lean off your car and shout over to him “hey, you ok? What happened?”

“I’m all good sweet thing, happy to know you care though” and gives you another wink before getting in his car.

You are so lost in your train of thoughts wondering what had happened to Eddie you forget your friend next to you until she fake coughs.

“We are so talking about this D. Eddie Munson? Are we coming to this sudden realisation today or has this been secretly been brewing inside you for a while? I need to know since WHEN?! Surely not only starting today because-“

For once, your brother is a blessing running over and screaming at you to get the car running, Max following him close behind. You notice his Weird Al shirt is slightly torn up and his face is red again.

“What the hell happened?!” You ask concerned

“Less questions, more driving!” He snaps and screams at you. You look over at Robin and get in the car, Max and Dustin already sat waiting in the back.

As you start up the ignition and make to leave the school, you see the basketball team led up by Jason exiting the school, looking around in anger searching for something. You furrow your brow as you start to connect the dots.

You put your foot down and leave a trail of dust in your path.

On the main road, you move the rear view mirror to look at Dustin. He is looking sheepishly out the window.

“One of you mind filling me in on what that was about?”

“Dustin and his big mouth is what happened.” Max said flatly looking over at her friend. Dustin looks at her accusingly.

“It’s not my fault he’s an idiot.”

“But don’t say it to his face!”

“Hey! If one of you doesn’t start filling us in right now, I’m stopping the car” you shout to the two at the back.

“Jeesh Daniela. If I was you two I’d start talking noww” Robin leans over the back of her seat to look the two kids in the eye as you continue to drive.

“Fiiiine” Dustin starts, exasperated. “It started at lunch, Jason Carver started to pick on me and Mike…”

You’re about to interrupt but he carries on over you.

“But it was fine because this guy Eddie Munson came over and well they ended up getting in a fight instead.” Dustin breathes out.

“That’s not it Dustin” Max says pointedly.

“Right, yeah course… so at the end of the day, Jason might have come back up to me again by my locker and tried to mock me and asked about my T-shirt. Called it stupid… And I may or may not have called him an idiot. I mean who doesn’t know the comedic genius of Weird Al? And he may have started to get angry and grab me. But again it’s all fine because Eddie came over and beat the shit out of him and we all ran to hide to get away from the basketball team. Still can’t belIEVE Lucas wants to join them.”

“He can do what he wants!” Max bites back

“Wait wait wait!” You shout “please tell me my ears need a cleaning and you DID NOT just say you called Jason Carver a fucking IDIOT?!” You scream as you start to accelerate accidentally.

“Language Daniela! I mean he is though…”

“DUSTIN HENDERSON! That mouth of yours is going to be the death of you one day! Jesus Christ he is the one person you do NOT mess with!”

“Nice of Eddie Munson to stand up for you though” Robin says to Dustin sweetly, but you know her agenda and give her a side eye.

Dustin and Max however did not pick up on Robin’s trap and took the bait willingly, both then went on in great detail very excitedly about how amazing Eddie was standing up for them and how he handled the fight. Robin let’s them talk and turns back towards the road, arms crossed looking at you as she says smugly

“Gosh he sounds like your knight in shining armour kids, what a great guy…”

You roll your eyes and keep putting your foot down, hoping this car ride ends as soon as possible. You now not only have a massive crush on the guy, but you also feel this pang of guilt over the fact he was there for your brother when you weren’t today. You owe him now, twice over.

Chapter 6

You dropped Max and Dustin off at your house, they were going to meet up at the Wheeler’s house later but had to split after the fight at the high school.

You had dropped off Robin at Family Videos and had tried your hardest to avoid her questions. You were thankful for the distraction Steve offered you, telling you both excitedly about his date. He had asked if he could borrow your car but you cackled at the absurd idea. You told him there was no fucking chance.

You were now back at home in your room. You had managed to avoid your mother, who was engrossed in the TV downstairs. Finally you thought, time to unwind.

You flip through your vinyls and settle for Roy Ayers’s 70s album “Ubiquity Vibrations”. The perfect mellow album after a long day you need to digest.

You open your window wide and light some incenses by your bedside table. You take out your little engraved wooden box from under your bed and open it up to find all your paraphernalia. You smile at it: you definitely needed it after such a long day. You sit on your window sill and start to roll a fat joint. You look at your stash of weed and notice you’re running low, you’ll have to pick up from Reefer Rick tomorrow. You sigh and decide to make it a tomorrow’s problem.

You spark up and let yourself get taken away into the clouds as your vinyl crackles in to the next song on the album: “Searching”.

You hit on your joint and hold on to it as long as your lungs can muster and blow out slowly in to the sky. The high hits you very quickly as you realise you had gone a bit heavy, but you smile proudly as you feel all the tension that had pent up from today leave your body. You put your joint down in your makeshift ashtray and stare up at the sunset. You’re so ingrossed in the song and the view, the sky looking like the colour of burnt marmalade and looking quite mysterious, you don’t hear the rustling under your window.

You’re awoken from your reverie by some pebbles being thrown at you. You look down and find Steve about to hurl more at you.

“Jesus Christ Harrington! What’s your problem?”

“How high are you right now? Been calling your name for ages. Surprise your mom hasn’t come out yet!”

“She’s out for the count, Days of Our Lives is probably on now. Get your ass up here just in case though”

Steve climbs up the the tree perfectly situated near your window and leans over and easily into your room. You had used this exit so many times now, the tree had the perfect perch and indents for you to get in and out easily, perfect for your friends now too. You had headed to your vinyl to change the music, the moment had passed for Roy Ayers now that Steve was here. You settle with putting The Doors album on.

“We need to go shopping for more vinyls D, get you up to speed with the 80s”

“Yeah yeah, I like the new stuff, but I can still like the old stuff ok?”

“You’re not saying that because you’re obsessed with Morrison?”

“No! I genuinely like their music, nothing to do with the recent increase in their popularity because people are obsessed with Morrison. People have weird kinks when artists die…”

“Ok… let’s maybe not go that dark just yet yeah? Can I have a toke please? I need it.”

You look at your stack of vinyls and the weed takes surface on your mind , clouding with tiny hints of paranoia about Morrison and his death “you’re right Steve, let me change to something else I found recently. Dire Straits’ new album”

You swap your vinyls and put on Brothers in Arms instead. You smile at your vinyl player. You turn to your friend who is looking at you expectantly. You remember his question.

You wave at your friend dismissively “yeahhh of course. It’s a strong one though so go gentle.”

Steve scoffs at you “thanks for the warning, I’m sure I’ll be fine…”

“Did you drink on your date? Alcohol ain’t a good combo dude… wait, oh yeah wait! Why you here? Aren’t you on a date?”

Steve takes a toke and blows it out the window, you see the effects take over his whole body and he relaxes just like yours did.

“Well done detective Henderson. I am no longer on my date, correct. Gold star for you.”

You throw one of your cushions at Steve’s face and take the joint from him and take a smaller toke this time.

“So go on tell me” you blow out the smoke out your window before settling on to your bed cross legged “what happened this time?”

You could secretly tell Steve was just dying for you to ask, as he places the joint on your ashtray and jumps from the window on to the bed next to you.

“Where do I even start D? I pick her up from her house, she makes me meet her Dad…”

“Sheesh…Pretty intense for a first date?”

“You’re telling me. Took her to Jo’s diner, and just gets weird from there. She says she’s not that hungry, but wants to eat my food. Starts talking about baby names for our kids whilst I’m eating and then starts screaming at me when I smile to the waitress”

“Damn…”

“The waitress was cute though. She helped get out of there pretty quickly thankfully”

“Wait you just left her there?”

“What am I supposed to do? She was crazy I need to get away!”

You burst out in laughter. “You really know how to pick ‘em Harrington”

Your friend looks over at you and then starts laughing himself, brushing his hand through his hair. “Don’t I just…”

He sighs before he carries on “What am I doing wrong D? I was THE Steve Harrington in high school, could have any girl I want… and now I’m nothing…”

You grab your friend’s shoulder. “You most certainly are not nothing. You are still THE Steve, you’re just going through a rough patch, thats all. I mean you’re an absolute catch for the ladies: You’re also the best babysitter around. Don’t know anyone else who can handle my baby bro like you.”

Steve laughs “yeah he’s definitely a handful… Thanks Daniela, you’re the best”

“That’s what friends are for.”

You both lie back on your bed, fully comfortable with each other and your platonic relationship. After a song changes on the vinyl, Steve turns to you:

“What about you, D?”

“What about me?”

“Well, we always talk about me and my… misadventures with the opposite sex. Or Robin and her pining. But never you?”

You sigh and get up to head to the window

“Oh cmon you can tell me anything Henderson!”

“Well you’re right, besides Robin is on to something and she will be bound to tell you soon so might as well…”

“So there is something to say? Or someone?”

You take a long toke of your joint for some courage. You blow out the smoke and picture your nerves leaving as well. Might as well open up to your friend. “Yes there is.”

You turn back towards the bedroom and see Steve look at you inquisitively and you chuckle at your friend’s eagerness. He loves this kind of stuff.

You lie back down and look up at your ceiling.

“I’ve had a crush on someone pretty much all of high school. I’ve managed it as it always felt… impossible. But today I had multiple run ins with them and well… it’s been really been fucking with my head.”

“Wow, listen if you wanted to tell me it was me, you only had to say”

You groan and throw the lighter at Steves face, but he catches it before impact and laughs. He asks tentatively:

“You gonna tell me who it is or am I meant to guess?”

You chuckle darkly “pipe down Steve, I’m obviously going to tell you. But if you say anything to anyone I will castrate you and there will be no little Harrington’s running around ever” Steve winces at the graphic image you painted. You let out a shudder and exhale before admitting your biggest secret.

“I have had a crush on Eddie Munson for years” The light headedness you felt was definitely not from the weed but from the relief of saying out loud something you have kept quiet for years. The moment was ruined by Steve’s reaction however.

“Seriously? Eddie Munson? Eddie The Freak?”

You hit your friend “why does everyone say that? Do you know him?”

“Not really, he was in one of my classes last year and just seemed to be a bit of a clown, always hanging out with his hellfire club…”

“And so that makes him a freak? I mean aren’t we freaks after the shit we went through last year? Breaking in to a top secret Russian bunker?”

“Ok fine you make a valid point. I shouldn’t judge so quickly, but I mean he is a drug dealer..”

“Is he?” You ask curiously, interest peaked but go back to your conversation “and what that’s worse than us using right now?”

“Ok fine Henderson. I guess I’m just shocked. Didn’t expect him to be the person”

“Why? It’s not like you have anything else to go on for me!”

“That’s true… you’ve never really shown an interest in that department though”

“Too busy trying to salvage your love life I guess”

“And pining for Munson apparently. I guess you and Robs have that in common”

You turn your head over to your friend. The weed is now just letting you blurt everything.

“It was always easier him being out of reach and me always being… the friend. No one really gave me a reason to explore anything else.”

Steve looks over at you with a frown “what do you mean”

You look away to not let him see you tear up.

“Look at me Steve, I’m perfectly average. I’m great as the friend but that’s all I’m destined to be. I mean it’s never bothered me until today really. Now that he knows who I am, it’s going to hurt even harder knowing my feelings will never be reciprocated…”

“You don’t know that, and you are amazing Daniela, you just don’t even know it!”

“Please Steve don’t lie. I love our friendship, but it only started because you wanted to get to know Nance, not me” Steve shuffles uncomfortably next to you so you grab his arm gently. “Which is absolutely fine, I wouldn’t want it anyways, neither did I back then.But I’m not meant to be the girl boys go for, especially not Eddie” Steve tries to hide a gag next to you and you roll your eyes and stifle a chuckle.

Steve sits up and looks down at you. “I hate that you see yourself like this. You’re one of the most badass woman I have ever met and deserve the world. I wish you could see what I see, and Eddie would be an absolute idiot to not see it as well. You’ve got to realise how amazing you are D. ”

“Oh my god stop it Steve” you try to hide your behind your hands. You realise this is why you prefer focusing on your friends rather than the other way around. When attention is on you and people are giving out compliments, it makes you feel extremely uncomfortable. You have never experienced compliments from your family growing up, so hearing it from friends now makes you unsure and nauseous.

“No. Tell me, why is this making you so uncomfortable ”

“We are not doing this”

“We are”

“I need another toke Jesus Christ”

You get up and head to the windowsill and light the joint again. Steve looks at you with his arms crossed. You both look at each other for a while and it dawns on Steve that you are feeling extremely uncomfortable when you start picking at your friendship bracelet and avoiding his stare. He smiles warmly at you and sits up.

“I can tell this is too much for you right now, but don’t think for a second I am letting this go Henderson. You’re lucky that I came here to talk about my terrible date. Now cmon, let’s get really high and laugh at my demise!”

You smile warmly at your friend and instantly relaxed. You loved that he knew this had started to get too much for you, and both of you clearly needed to let loose after a terrible Monday.

[im-frickin-trying-okay]

Random BNHA Headcanons

(This is my first time doing this 😭)

Summary: A bunch of random BNHA headcanons. So, basically the title. The only reason I’m adding a read more is because I want it to be easier to navigate my page, lol

Bakugo is oddly nice when he first wakes up, but he's not exactly a morning person. He's less "I hate the world, why am I awake???" And more like "I'm extremely comfortable and the only thing that can ruin my mood is becoming less comfortable." He likes hovering between awake and asleep, y'know? Which is why if he's sleepy, his guard drops. When leaving the dorms, if he hasn't fully woken up, he goes from "outta my way, shitty-hair," to "mornin' Eijirou," and by the time he's actually aware of what he said, Kiri's already freaking out. If he's in bed all day for any reason other than being sick, he's probably soft for at least a few hours.

Kaminari's the type to wake up at 2 AM with an idea, go to jot it down, and then realize that he wrote a ten chapter book and now he's late for class. He'll probably put it into a google doc or something, so he can continue to add onto it throughout the day. I also feel like he probably will also randomly get a question and then spend hours researching it and any surrounding topics, before rambling to Kiri about "bro, if I went to the beach, I could make a bunch of glass! Probably! Maybe!" And then have to try and convince his friends that he can just make windows if anyone needs them.

Sero had added moves to his skill set, and practiced particular actions, with the sole intention of mimicking Spiderman. When Kirishima questions him on it, he compares Spiderman to Crimson Riot. They have a conversation that's essentially fanboying, both of them saying "we are not bringing All Might into this," and then more fanboying.

Jirou has an extremely eclectic music taste. If you can name a song, she probably knows it. She can memorize full melodies and all the lyrics within two or three listens, because she's just that good. Some people call her the human Shazam, because if you play the first five seconds of a song she likes, she'll immediately know what it is. She's also called out artists if they made a clear rip-off of a much better song. Her music taste is all over the place, which therefore makes it superior. However. This does not stop her from listening to the same six songs on repeat for a week. The six change a lot, though.

Koda has trouble with bugs, especially big ones. They scare him. But he has pretty much no issues with tigers, lions, horses, or even wolves. He loves animals, he really does. If you just showed up at his doorstep and shoved a bear cub in his arms, he wouldn't really question it, because he'd be happy to have a cute animal to play with.

Todoroki believes himself to be the opposite of moody. His definition of moody is switching emotions for no reason. He, personally, doesn't feel any emotion until something happens that day, be it a thought or an event, and his emotions stay fixed like that until something else happens. He could be having a great day, and then suddenly, it's a horrible day, and he can't figure out how people just "get over it." He does, however, find that unless something REALLY bad or REALLY good happens, his brain does a little emotional reset when he goes to sleep. Like, go to sleep feeling down, wake up feeling kinda meh.

Kirishima has considered re-dying his hair. Come on, hot pink is so manly! How could he not consider it? But he eventually resigns himself, because red just is his color now. Also, I feel like once, before dorms, he was really out of it, so he went to class with his hair down, and this was the first time anyone had seen him like that, and everyone was just confused as hell. Especially Bakugo. "Your hair's less shitty today. What the fuck."

Uraraka takes part in stupid bets all the time. Partially for the fun, and partially for the profit. She once floated Bakugo to the ceiling for 26 minutes before she had to put him down, because Kiri said that if she survived, he'd give her a dollar per minute. She ended up having to go to the recovery girl's office, but at least she got her money.

Mina is one of the few people who can understand and keep up with Deku's mumbling. This is not because she specifically tries to, (like Uraraka) or because she's known him long enough, (like Bakugo.) She's just used to gossipping with Hagakure at 4 AM, and therefore can understand high-speed low-volume speech. She's called him out on things before, but only when she's interested. She completely tunes out things about All Might and heroes and whatnot, but if he ever has anything to say about his classmates, specifically about Uraraka, Todoroki, and Bakugo, (because she, Hagakure, and Denki placed bets,) she hears every word.

Iida secretly loves to break the rules. He acts strict in front of anyone who he respects, or wants respect from, but after he thinks everyone's asleep, he relaxes, doing things that he considers rule-breaking without any remorse. Denki heard someone walking around outside while on one of his late-night internet searches. After finally willing himself to break away from an article about pandas, he popped his head out of the door to find Iida sneaking around. After some silent observation, Denki realized that not only did Iida just get back from breaking curfew, but he casually stole Hot Cheetos from Bakugo's room on the way back to his dorm. He said nothing the next day, at least not directly, but he sorta shoved Sero and Iida in the same room so that they could be bad influences on each other.

Despite it being a major part of her quirk, Hagakure almost never feels invisible. She has a lot of friends to talk to, she can wear cool outfits to stand out, and she is always talking. The only time she's not talking is during stealth training, and when she's using said stealth training to spy on people.

Tsu's little "ribbit" thing is actually just for fun. It feels right to do it, so she does it. Nothing wrong with that. However, pretty much everyone else assumed it was a part of her quirk. It took an insane amount of convincing to get that idea out of their heads. Deku was proud to be one of the few who never actually associated it with her quirk. He could prove it if he wanted to, actually, but that would require showing someone his notebook, which would open a whole other can of worms.

Oh yeah, speaking of Deku's notebook, he has multiple. Six to be exact. One is on his fellow classmates, one is on most pros, one is on the LOV, one is specifically on All Might, one is on his own quirk development, and the last one is a narrative of what's happening in his life, which is why he's constantly thinking as if he's telling a story. He mentally narrates everything that happens in his life, although he sometimes wonders if he's dramatizing things because of that. His internal monologue is constantly running its mouth, and sometimes he ends up speaking over it.

Tokoyami really likes plague doctors. He just does. He wants a plague doctor mask so he can walk around with less judgement, or maybe more, who knows? He just loved the concept. He claims that they're just really cool, which most people agree with, but he's never told any of them that he likes them because he saw a plague doctor mask for the first time at the age of six, and immediately thought bird man.

Sato likes baking, but he can't cook normally to save his life. Well, he can, but he can't. He hasn't burned water, and he knows how to do the very basics, but he can't function without a recipe, not to mention the fact that he's googled how to saute mushrooms three times and still doesn't get it. Baking comes pretty naturally. Exact measurements, precise times and temperatures. Cooking does not. Eyeballing ingredient amounts, guessing if the flame is high enough, trying to figure out how often 'stir occasionally' is. He actually once asked Bakugo if he had advice, to which he responded, "Why the hell are you asking me?!"

[ssson-of-sparda]

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - PART 2 (DANTE X FEM!READER)

Summary: When Dante shows up, Patty finally learns how things ended between Y/N and him but that's not the kind of ending she likes. (Part 5 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Tags: Dante is Tony Redgrave / Love / Angst / Blood and Gore / Minor Character Death / Violence

Author’s note: This is the end! I hope you enjoyed this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to read your thoughts about it. Is it the end you expected? How did you imagine it? Tell me everything. I'm all ears

Patty dared peeping from above the headrest of the couch when the woman opened the door, definitely curious to see the two adults’ reactions when they would finally see each other – though she still feared Dante’s wrath a little.                 But when she finally saw them face-to-face, this couple she had been imagining – and rooting for - for weeks, she didn’t care about her friend’s anger or disappointment - He would definitely thank her later - . They looked so perfect, like coming from an episode of one of those telenovelas she loved so much. Dante was towering Y/N perfectly and she was so pretty. And the lighting.  Gosh “Like a scene from a movie.” She sighed. If only she could read their minds right now.      “There you are, young lady!” Dante declared with a menacing finger as he entered the house            “Hi Dante! What are you doing here?” Patty tried to play innocent but there was something in her voice that couldn’t fool Dante. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never thought this annoying little brat would dare come here … or steal my stuff.”  “That’s alright, Dante. We were having fun actually. And at least, that girl dared visit me … unlike someone else.” Dante definitely felt that sting and he knew he deserved it. “How long has it been?” “A while.” He said, pretending to be casual even though he had the right amount of years and months in mind. “And this day never happened. Come on, Patty. Let’s go.”             No, no, no. This couldn’t end like that. Patty thought. Not after all this time. “Can I at least finish my tea please?”                  “ I’ll buy you a tea on the way back to Red Grave. Let’s go!” Dante insisted as he came closer to the girl to grab her by the arm and drag her away from Y/N’s place as fast as possible. “Right. Like I’m going to believe you. You never buy me anything, even when you owe me.” Y/N smiled while Dante sighed deeply. “Damn it.”                  “ Plus, you still owe me a trip to the beach.”   “ Alright. I’ll take you to the beach. You happy? Now let’s go.” He tried to pull her from the sofa but the girl resisted.             “ Or … you can let Y/N finish her story.” Patty suggested. Dante glanced at Y/N whom he hadn’t seen go to the kitchen to prepare him a strawberry sundae. “Actually I’d prefer that. Y/N can you continue your story, please?”   “ Well, maybe Dante can tell you so that you can finally erase his tab while I’m making this devil a strawberry sundae. Topped with a cherry and two pink wafers, is that it?”           “I don’t know. You’re the pro.” He had a faint smile at her that Patty noticed and beamed at. About time. “Where did you stop you damn story?”

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - Part 2

Dante was sitting at his desk, eyes closed, a magazine covering his face while he was listening to some good old school metal on the jukebox he had just acquired when the damn machine starting to sizzle and shake. “You gotta be kidding me.” Dante complained and, with a deep sigh, got up from his chair to kick the jukebox like Y/N had once taught him. “Funny how those machines always need a good kick to work.”          When he thought of his beloved girlfriend and realised how late it was, he wondered how the hell she had not arrived yet. It was very dark outside and the clock was striking one. The restaurant should be closed by now and Y/N should have been in his arms at least an hour ago, naked preferably.

Not sure Patty needs to know that.

Worry tied Dante’s stomach in a knot in spite of his sleepy brain screaming at him not to be paranoid. “Relax, Dante. She’s probably helping clean the kitchen or something”, he told himself     And yet, tired of repeating this sentence over and over again in his head, he decided to grab his coat and head to the diner. Better be paranoid and look like fool rather than wait here and worry one more second. Plus, he had waited long enough already and he had made a fool of himself in front of Y/N more than once. So what was one more time, huh?

But when Dante arrived at the restaurant and found it empty and dark, he wished he looked like a paranoid fool. But he was not paranoid and he was not a fool. He was terrified and alert in ways he hadn’t been for years. “Please be okay.” He whispered as he entered the place, feeling once again like a little boy hidden in a cupboard, crying for mommy and his brother. A ghastly feeling for someone who had spent years burying his past deep in his armoured heart as a promise … a dying wish.

Dante climbed the stairs quickly, very quickly and yet not quickly enough to his taste, only to stop and freeze at the sight and smell of warm blood on the wooden floor. But there was not just iron and salt flowing to his nostrils, there was this stench, rotting and disgusting, a stench only his demon sense could pick but that would soon be unbearable for humans too, he was sure of it. The stench of decaying corpses.

The son of Sparda never really liked Y/N’s parents. He actually lost almost all sort of respect for them the second they insulted him and made him understand they would never approve of him or of his relationship with their precious daughter. But when he saw them both, drenched in blood and completely ripped apart, their broken bodies lying on the floor of in their bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel sadness and compassion especially for the woman who was standing in the corner of the room, petrified and in tears, her small feminine frame strongly hold in a demonic grip. A nightmarish vision that had been scaring Dante for too long.               “Took you long enough… Son of Sparda.” The demon said with a calm and yet menacing cavernous voice that would make anyone tremble in fear. But that wasn’t the sound of his voice that made Dante afraid – because yes he was afraid –

You? Afraid? Rrr, shut up!

It was the sight of the woman he loved so close to that monster’s sharp claws.           The half-demon squinted at the devil before him, at his cloaked silhouette hidden in the darkness, trying to hide his fear, turning it into a nonchalant and over-confident mask he knew how to wear better than anything else (except his red leather jacket) but that somehow didn’t look as convincing as usual. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy, pal. Sparda may have a son. But that's not me.”          “Tony, what’s going on?” Y/N’s voice was shaking just like the rest of her body.            “It’s alright, baby. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” He had too.        “You can try and pretend to be someone else. But I know who you are. Dante, Son of Sparda. And soon, your blood will flow for what your father did to my master.” Usually, that same old routine would have made Dante scoff and slice that creature in two for he was used to demons coming at him with pathetic threats and silly villain monologues. But today, what was at stake was simply way too important for impulsiveness.           “And who would that master be?”         “The one true king of the underworld. Mundus.”

Dante had heard that name before, long ago, in something that was now a long-time memory. Mundus was the villain of his favourite bedtime story, the one his father would always tell him and Vergil before going to sleep, when they were nothing but kids tucked in their beds.            Mundus. He remembered how that name would make him fidget and jump in anticipation and how his big brother in the bed under his would always kick him through the mattress to make him stop wriggling like a hyperactive goldfish out of water.            Mundus, the so-called Prince of Darkness Sparda had cast away and locked in the underworld a long long time ago to free the human world from his diabolical tyranny. Never thought he would have ever heard about him in another context though.

“Oh. That dude. Thought he would be dead by now… like you soon will be”    “Cocky, just like that filthy betrayer Sparda.” The demon smiled, showing short pointy black fangs that yet shone in the dim moonlight. “And in love with a human, just like he was. It would be a shame …” He grabbed a strand of Y/N’s (colour) hair to toy with it with a vicious smirk, making the young woman shiver even more. “… if something were to happen to her the same way something happened to your slut mother” Dante felt his jaw clench tight and his nails pierce the flesh of his palms. The rage, it was slowly yet surely eating at him.               “Don’t you dare talk about my mother! And don’t you dare lay even just a finger on Y/N!” Dante growled, not realising he had just given his identity up. But the black demon did and with a satisfied smile, he cupped Y/N’s face in between his vile sharp claws to burry his long nose in Dante lover’s soft hair and smell her human perfume that was oh so exquisite to him. An intended provocation and an effective one.      “How chivalrous! How noble! I’m sure your father would have said the same thing…” Dante frowned and clenched his fists even tighter, trying to stay put and in control, trying desperately to resist the powerful will to pounce on that demon and impale him on his sword and spill his guts on the floor. He knew he had too because he knew that the reaction he thought so much about was exactly what that monster wanted.           He was trying to infuriate him, to make him reckless and stop thinking rationally so that he would have him at a possible advantage when he let his rage have the best of him. Provocation at its finest. A strategy Dante knew all about. “… had he been here when I and my fellow demons tore her apart.” Yes, he knew all about it and yet... “Mundus says farewell, hybrid filth.” He suddenly stopped caring about what he knew.

Dante jumped and with a scream, unsheathed his sword to slash the arm that was holding Y/N. An impulsive move, a mistake he realised only too late, when the demon pierced the soft neck of the one he loved the most with his sharp claws in an attempt to protect himself from the demonic blade.       Everything went so quick to Y/N and yet so slow to Dante. She didn’t scream. She didn’t even have time to realise what was going on or to process the sudden pain. She only understood something was wrong when her body hit the floor and she saw Dante’s icy blue eyes widen and stare at her in horror. Then she felt the blood, her blood she was quite certain of it, running along her pale skin covering it in shades of dark red.                   Dante screamed like never before, like no human could, so loud the walls trembled and the demon slightly bowed down in fear. He screamed with an anger, a rage he didn’t know he was capable of, something so deep and passionate he never thought was in him. Something fiery … something … demonic. It felt like his skin was burning, like there was a ravaging fire spreading, growing in his body, menacing to burst, to combust him. And it almost did. It almost did but it stopped just when Rebellion sliced the head of the demon open, spilling his brains and his blood on the walls behind him.   Then, there was a relief that all this was over. The fight. The fire. The fear…  No not the fear!

“Y/N” Dante ran to her and quickly pressed her body against his. His hand found her neck to apply pressure on her bloody wound. She was barely conscious but she was still with him. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hold on, I got you.” He kissed her forehead. It was so cold against his lips. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Dante stayed by her side for what seemed hours to him, holding her tight against him, trying to keep the weakening life in her safe, when finally blue and red lights began to flicker in the bedroom. What happened next was so blurry. All he could make out were a group of men dragging Y/N from his embrace, saying they would take care of her and that he had to let her go. He didn’t know how he did it but he eventually obeyed those men, in spite of his arms trying to reach for her.         He followed them- followed Y/N- to the crowded street where the nearby residents were crammed into, whispering and trying to take a peep at what was going on in this usual very quiet neighbourhood. But he didn’t care about them or their judgmental looks. All he cared about was Y/N being taken away in an ambulance.   The paramedics didn’t let him in. And in spite of how much he wanted to fight their decision, Dante chose not to. He couldn’t delay them. Y/N’s life depended on time and too much had been wasted already.

But he found her again, like he would always find her, and he spent days waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her beautiful (colour) eyes to open again, for her sweet voice to say she was alright, his hand holding hers in an eternal grip that only her awakening could break, days in which he had to think about what happened, about what could have happened and what will happen. So many hypothesis, each one worse than the last.       And when Y/N finally awoke and, with a soft smile that bear no grudges or hatred, said. “Hey handsome.” He did what he thought he should have done days ago. “We need to end this.”

***

Patty’s eyes were glowing with tears as she was staring at Dante without blinking. This was certainly the saddest love story she had ever heard in her entire life. Even Bolero in Spring had never made her feel so much. “You can’t do that!” She declared as if in denial, as if she could change the past. “The story can’t end like this!”    “But it is not a story, Patty. This is not some television show made to satisfy a bunch of hopeless romantic little girls. It’s real life. And real life is tough and …” Dante looked at Y/N, at her sad eyes and at the scar she was trying to conceal under a red silk scarf. “What’s done cannot be undone.” “But you loved each other!” The girl was almost furious, shaking her head nervously.              “Patty.” Dante said calmly.       “And you still love each other, I’m sure of it. I can tell by the way you both tell your story.”   “Patty.” Dante repeated with insistence this time.     “I won’t have this ending! No way!” She shouted with a deep frown.                  “It has already ended!” Dante screamed and Patty froze. He had never screamed at her, never in his entire life, even in times when she was incredibly annoying. He had never screamed at her. “It has ended. And neither you nor anyone can change it, okay? If it doesn’t please you, you can leave, wait in the car and go back to your mushy love series.”

There was a pregnant silence in which Patty stared at Dante with a disappointment he had never witnessed. “Y/N was right. You know how to fight demons. But you don’t know how to fight YOUR demons.” And she got up and left the house to do exactly what her beloved friend had told her, meaning wait in the car to go back to mushy love stories, leaving Dante and Y/N alone in the living room with nothing else but a heavy discomfort.

“I’m sorry for making a scene.”                “ Well, you always had a flair for the dramatic.” They both had a conspiratorial smile similar to the ones they used to share when they were younger except it was fainter, sadder. “ She read the letter, the one you wrote me” Dante said staring at his hands in discomfort. He couldn’t look at Y/N, not with all the memories rushing in his head.                  “ I figured.” But she looked at him, excepting deep down he would say something, anything about what happened.”Never thought you would have kept it though.”               “ Why not?”       “ You never replied.” And there it was, that disappointment Dante well deserved.   “I did reply. I just never sent the letter.” Y/N's eyes slightly widened at this unexpected confession. What did he mean by that?              “Huh, words of advice. After writing a letter to someone, you need to mail it.” She declared sarcastically, not really knowing how she managed to crack such a joke. Was it a joke? Maybe, because Dante laughed a bit.       “ I had no money to buy a stamp.” The girl scoffed. She knew the man before her all to well to know that this was “Bullshit.” But she had missed it, missed him.  “What did it say?”          “ Same crap I told you at the hospital. How much I was sorry and … You know what? … There.” He opened his red coat to take a crumpled letter from his inside pocket. It was unsealed, stamped –obviously- and her name and address were written on it.                “ I hope Devil May Cry will never provide delivery service cause this has clearly arrived way too late.” However she took it in her hands, gathering all her inner strength not to tremble as she could feel all those emotions shaking inside of her.  “ Years too late. You can say it.” Dante smiled as he watched the letter he had kept to himself for so many years finally reaching its long-awaited recipient.  “I don’t expect you to read it … or open it. You can actually turn it into a paper plane or shove it down my throat if you want. I won’t fight you.” Of course he had to joke, to play it cool but she didn’t mind. She knew it was just one of his defence mechanism and she couldn’t blame him for it.      “ So why giving it to me?” Dante shrugged, refusing to admit he did want her to read what his young 19 years old self had to say, what he still had to say. “You can’t stop with the devil-may-care for a second and admit what you truly want, what you truly feel, can you?”     “ Fight my demons, huh?” He quoted her and she nodded. “Yes. Would that be so complicated for a ‘menacing devil hunter’ like yourself?” It was her turn to quote him but that quote made him melancholically happy.                   “ I guess that’s a challenge I still can not face.”              “ Or don’t want to” There was a new pause and as they finally looked at each other’s eyes, they knew they would not fix what had been broken years ago today. He was not ready. Not yet anyway. And that was okay. Y/N was patient. She could wait. She could keep waiting.     “Goodbye Y/N” Especially when this time a kiss on her forehead and a hand on her cheek felt more hopeful than ever. “Goodbye, Dante.”

And she watched him leave, again, but certain that someday, one day he would come back to her as he always would. After all, he promised.

[siimjaeyun]

Chapter 2: Caution, Gators can eat humans. 

Synopsis: The wishes for a new mystery after the sudden decrease in Seoul sends the teen mystery group to a town nearby. It’s own name justifies itself, and let’s just say: things don’t get pretty when JK (the anonymous caller) sends them on a chase. 

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Absent-mindedly, the man continued to drive his SUV  through the bumpy roads of Gatorsville, a small town just miles away from Seoul. 

"We need to pull up for gas." The father made his way to the abandoned gas station, allowing his daughter to walk for a bit with the puppy. 

The small puppy ran off into the bushes; the girl followed suit and called its name.

When she managed to reach her hand in, it met a pair of red fiery eyes back at her. Shocked, she jumped backwards and cried for help. 

"Dad! It's a monster!" In disbelief, the man refused to believe her, but met the same sketched black-green lizard pattern with glowing eyes. 

He didn't manage to say much, but got himself into the car and drove off in a hurry leaving whatever the creature was back in the dark. 

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"I'm bored.." Sunoo plopped backwards and landed on top of poor Sunghoon who was resting comfortably on the floor. 

"What's up with Seoul, there hasn't been a mystery!" Jungwon soon joined Sunoo, crushing Sunghoon as well, making him cry out. 

"Yo Jake, help me!" Jake helped the boy, picking him up and throwing him on the couch with you. 

"Heeseung what's this?" You picked the magazine that was crumpled between the two couch cushions; part of you wished you had left it once seeing the front cover.

"It's a trap illustrated! Where do you think I got the inspo for this beauty." He flaunted the cords hung onto the metal crates.

"And who exactly do you expect to catch?" 

Right on time, the delivery man got himself hung onto the trap set on the front, simply handing him the package once Heeseung managed to open the door and let him free. 

"It's a package." 

A loud thunder banged against the windows, letting the rain and its friends make itself present in the home. With caution, he opened it revealing an object covered by tissue and an envelope stamped in red with [JK] 

"I swear JK gives me the creeps." The group opened the rest of its contents and found a gator skinned bag in the box. 

"Maybe a trip to Gatorsville wouldn't hurt. Safe travels." 

"This doesn't make sense. I thought Gatorsville didn't make skin products anymore." Jake observed the purse, handling each nook and cranny with care. 

"Gatorsville? Like as in actual Gators?" Sunoo tried setting himself apart, clearly intimidated by the idea of gators. 

"150 years ago, miners had moved to Gatorsville in search of oil and gold. Instead, they found the abundance of gators in the area, and mounted businesses on the farms which made them rich. They sold products everywhere, but when there were no more gators, everyone moved out. It's practically a ghost town." 

"Then I'm assuming we have a new mystery?" Heeseung smiled and led the way out the door, at least before all six of you found yourselves captured in the same trap as the delivery man. 

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"Let's look around." They split into their usual teams, and trailed off. 

"So, Jake, how do you like it so far?" You realized you hadn't learned much about the boy besides his past in Australia and his cute dog that visited occasionally. 

"To be honest, it was really boring before Sunghoon invited me to come along. I'm glad I've got people who make life interesting." His small eye smile reassured you and you kept exploring the area. 

From afar, Jungwon, Heeseung, and Sunoo found no hope of a mystery and made their way back to the remaining three of you. 

"I guess JK sent us on a wild goose chase. Let's head back before it's too late." You gladly hopped back into the van and when Heeseung turned his key, the car wouldn't start. He trudged back and opened the car to see his engine had gone missing. 

"Uhh...guys!" Sunghoon walked out, first witnessing the same event. 

"H-how is it possible?" The six teens huddled around the missing spot, and turned around with a blinding light flashed forward. 

"What do you exactly think you're doing!?" A man in his late 50's stepped out of the tow truck, and his eyebags and cuts on his upper eyebrow clearly signaled he wasn't here to talk much. 

"Our engine is missing, think you can help?" 

"And why should I?" He punched his knuckles and caused Jungwon to step backwards with Sunoo. 

"Cause you're a mechanic?" 

"Right. Well you're going to have to wait until tomorrow morning anyway-I have to wait for Seoul to come deliver a new one." 

As the teens tried to call their parents, they received no response. They were either busy or didn’t care, clearly comforting the goofy timeline of teen chaos and drama. 

"Just call Jay, maybe he can come." Hesitant, you dialed his number and received no response. 

"He probably fell asleep. We're gonna have to stay the night." A neon sign was perfectly hung on the side of a building. 

[GATOR INN] 

"Hello, anyone there?" You clung onto Jake who just like you, preferred to lurk in the background while Heeseung and Jungwon took the lead. 

"What do you want!?" A woman appeared from the dark shadows of the motel stairs, letting her fingers trail against the handrail. 

“A room?” 

“We’re all booked.” The woman sat on the closest tool: filing her nails without bothering to look at the teens in their eyes. 

“But your sign says vacancy.” Sunghoon pointed to the sign from before, the clear letters stating VACANCY. 

“Alright, follow me. I have a few rules, the girly over there gets her own room. The five of you that remain can split into two rooms.” 

“Wait, no. Jungwon-he’s my brother; we can share a room.” You gave a slight signal to Jungwon to play along with the game, and the woman simply handed you the keys and walked back. 

Her bright red hair decorated in pink bows peaked from behind her, but disappeared almost immediately once she turned her head forwards to face you. 

“One more thing, if you hear biting, screams, loud shrieks: ignore and enjoy your day.” Her loud hairstyle finally left the hall, and you entered the old furnished room with Jungwon. 

“It’s clear this hasn’t been cleaned in months.” You dropped your bag on the bed, and accompanied the bag to find a comfortable spot to rest. 

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“I wonder why y/n would lie to the woman about Jungwon being her brother.” Jake sat on the nearby chair, pushing the cushion downward. 

“He’s scared to sleep alone; and he’s basically her child.” 

“I’m not sleepy.” 

“Neither am I. Why don’t we head out and explore if there’s anything worthwhile in the Motel.” They grabbed their jackets and exited the room, finding Jungwon and y/n heading out as well. 

The four bodies met at the center of the hall, confused, but not surprised by their need to exit the walls of the motel guest room. 

“Clearly, smart minds think alike.” You scoffed at his statement and led the way out the lobby. There wasn’t much to see clearly. The van was parked on the curb, the sky was dark and covered in a blanket of fog; everything appeared in order. 

The comfortable silence was quickly disturbed by subtle movements in the bushes. 

“I-i think something is there.” Jake reached out to move the branches and get a clear image, but a creature jumped out causing them to fall on their backs. 

“G-gator people!” Sunghoon picked up Jungwon, while Jake helped you up and led you away from the monster that was currently chasing you. You quickly made your way up the flights of stairs: pushing through the other flights that followed to your bedrooms. 

The creature continued; its sharp claws gauging at the walls and leaving a claw nail stuck in the paintings that were nicely hung. Without hesitation, the four of you barged into Heeseung and Sunoo’s room. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Sunoo barely bothered to look up from his screen when he witnessed the same creature enter the room, crushing the door that was once attached. 

“Gator people?” In fear, all of you clung onto the windows from the edge. Your foots collected on top of a single mattress, throwing the closest objects towards the creature.

The room quickly went black. A red glow emerged from the corners from the room allowing the two gators to creep under the floorboards and take a hold of your right leg pulling it downward. 

Your body slipped from the thin lifting of the window balcony, and soon enough it was being dragged from under the five boys,  leaving you to scream. 

Jake and Heeseung plunged forwards, each taking a hold of one of your arms to prevent the gators from dragging your body any further. Sunghoon took the liberty of stomping on the arms of the gators, making them retreat backwards. They slipped on their own tails and fell downward through the same hole they had crept through. You made your way up and looked at the gator skin dangling from your ankle. A white stuffing peeked through the thin fabric; the monster clearly wasn’t real. 

“It isn’t real?” Before Sunoo could continue with his pondering thoughts, the two gators once more crawled from below and sank their claws into the boards. The six teens ran out the door and out of the motel. 

‘COME BACK TO VISIT’ The tacky green sign hung on the side, and was the last part of their vision before securely making their way out of the Gatorsville. They turned their heads back to the issue, and saw as the gators came to an abrupt stop once they had exited the town. Slippery, and cautious, the duo hid once more and retreated back. 

“That was close.” 

“We have to go back, come on!” Jungwon, almost-excited like, pushed his older companions to the inners of town once more. They slyly hid in the trees until they found the two gators pushing large crates into a ship; one crate after another went inside. 

“Here.” Heeseung managed to bust the crate open, revealing packs of gator skinned products. Each marked with the same tag from earlier, ‘100% gator.’ 

Sunoo rolled up one of his sleeves and picked a belt from within the crate, and without thought, he wrapped the skin around his own. After some moments, he released the belt from his grasp and let it fall to the ground with a small clank following afterward. 

“It’s fake, just look at my skin!” Sunghoon and Jungwon inspected him and found a pink rashing forming on his pale flesh. Sunoo was known for his skin sensitivity, and everyone knew that any fake animal product would send the boy into itches and scratches. 

“The only thing we have here folks is a bunch of con-artists.” Heeseung sighs and makes his way to set up another one of his elaborate traps. 

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“Jake, now!” Jake quickly shot the arrow to the target, and it lunged to release the two boxes hanging by cords on the top side of the building. 

The gators made their efforts to leave, but quickly were captured by the teen’s proud ploy. 

“Got them!” Jake once more looked at the boxes with curiorsity, helping Sunghoon push it back towards the Motel entrance. 

“Chief Kim.” The police man trudged through Gator Inn and found the huddled teens around two gator people caught in ropes. 

“What is the meaning of this?” 

“This Chief Kim is…” Heeseung pulled back the mask which revealed the owner of the motel inn and the scornful mechanic. 

“What!?” 

“That’s right. This is our home and when everyone left, we couldn’t just go. This is our home. So we started making cheap products to earn some money. We used the costumes to scare off yee visitors and get them away from our business. And we would have gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for you meddling tourists!” 

Chief Kim quickly gave a nod which sent the gators to get sent to the back of his police car. They didn’t bother asking more questions and were about to drive off when Sunghoon rushed behind them. 

“Wait! We need a ride!” 

Almost on cue, the engine of their van made a growl, and the front lights illuminated their bodies. “Is it haunted?” Jungwon approached it carefully, and lifted the hood of the car; the engine was back in its place and now accompanied with a note hanging from the top. 

“I hope you enjoyed your visit, but remember there is more to come. This is only the beginning of the puzzle. JK”  The signature red stamp with bold letters JK glistened under the moonlight. 

“More? I swear, this just keeps getting more creepy.” The six were left with nothing but to make their way back home, and who knows what they would expect next. 

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Note: Jay and Niki will be progressively included in the story line. I’m sorry for the long wait :( 

[galagaorbit]

Hinanami!

[im bad @ setting scenes >:[ the first part takes place @ the fountain]

Hajime couldn't focus on his game, how could he? Chiaki's had her head laid in his lap, concentrating on her game trying to beat her previous high score. Hajime's eyes kept shifting towards her, her occasional sniffles made him smile. He wanted this moment to last forever but it was getting late, they'd be kicked off of school grounds soon. "H-hey Nanami, I found this pretty cool cafe in Akihabara, would you, maybe, like to go with me?" he chuckled softly rubbing the nape of his neck. Chiaki hummed quietly, "It doubles as an arcade." Once she heard that she quickly turned her head to look up at him with stars in her eyes, "Really? I'd love to go, when! When! When!" She squirmed in his lap and giggled "Well we can go now but I doubt you'd want to go in your uniform, we should go home and change then meet up... If that's okay with you." Hajime's ears had turned red, maybe if she hadn't moved around so much in his lap he would've been able to keep it together. Chiaki shot up from his lap almost hitting him in the chin and turned to face him "I've never been very good at dating sims but I'll try my hardest to gain relationship points!"

"R-relationship points?! Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Well in every dating sim you get relationship points from dates you go on, I must've already raised enough friendship flags to start gaining relationship points." She gasps. "Unless there's actually a zombie apocalypse and this is just the filler! Now that I can handle."

"I have no idea what we're talking about right now."

"C'mon, we've got no time to lose."

She grabbed Hajime's hand and raced towards the school gate, relationship points? Dating sims? Hajime couldn't help it, he blushed at the thought of going on a date with Chiaki, what would he wear? What would he say? Should he bring flowers? His stomach churned, he was nervous.

They were outside of school property now, Hajime caught his breath "So, should I come pick you up? Or should we meet at the train station?"

"Let's meet at the station, it'll be more efficient that way. Bye now." She waved at him and started walking home, taking her DS out and walking, how does she not run into stuff? It's a mystery to him, he waved and watched her walk until she was too far to see, he pivoted and went home.

[Chiaki]

She threw her bag onto her bed and paused her game. She put her hands on her heart & blushed like mad, what would she wear? All she had was her uniform, merchandise and cosplay, what would normal girls wear? She thought about texting her classmates but then decided to trust what's dearest to her, video games. She booted up Kitty Powers' Matchmaker and Hunie pop on two monitors and started to play, after about 20 minutes she knew exactly what to do.

[Hajime]

Once he got home he flopped onto his bed, his mind was racing, what to do, what to do. He took off his uniform then stopped, he stared at his binder, would she mind? Would she care? Would she understand? He quickly put on a red long sleeve shirt, he felt plain in it so he put on a horde shirt on top, Chiaki probably plays The Horde...Right? He put on some loose jeans and as he was tucking his shirt in he remembered all those Tumblr posts about bisexual people tucking their shirts in, whatever, it doesn't matter. He finished cuffing his jeans and put on some converse, he tried sticking that one piece of hair down but no matter what he did it always shot back up.

Hajime: im walking to the station now

Chiaki: oki doki!! cant w8! >-< im omw 2!!

Soon enough he reached the station, he assumed she'd take a long time to get there but to his surprise she showed up two minutes later. Hajime's heart started racing, her cat thigh highs, her frilly skirt, her Resident Evil shirt, he felt as if his heart would explode and it almost did, Chiaki's hair was tied into two low pigtails, he didn't think she could get any cuter but there she is. Her jacket perfectly framed her breasts, he tried not to stare but his blush gave it all away. "H-hinata-kun? Do I look bad?" His staring must've made her self-conscious, he rushes to her side & hesitantly puts his hands on her shoulders. "I think you look perfect, not perfect like you're a god or something, BUT YOU'RE NOT UGLY, I've never seen you as ugly. Not that others do! I just think that- I'll s-stop talking." She giggled, "I understand, now let's go, my fingers are aching to play." She wiggled her fingers in Hajime's face.

Soon enough their train came, of course it was full, afterall it is a train to Akihabara, it's bound to be full. Hajime held the pole and held Chiaki close, she took out her handheld, muted it and played til they reached their destination.

(a/n: its considered rude to talk/make loud noise in trains in japan)

Hajime sighed a sigh of relief as he stepped off the train, having Chiaki pressed up against him drove him crazy. She turned to him "Lead the way Master Cheif!" She was beaming with excitment, Hajime chuckled and started walking towards the cafe before he audibly gasped, Chiaki intertwined their hands, she looked up at him and smiled, her smile was his kryptonite, he quickly turned away from her and sped up. "H-hey Hinata! Slow down! I can't keep up" Chiaki was tripping over her own feet and the cracks in the side walk, she puffed her cheeks at Hajime, which in his opinion only made her cuter. "I'm sorry Nanami, I just want to get there before they close yknow?"

"I get it, just slow down a bit." She chuckled and tilted her head at him.

They continued on, they didn't need to speak, just having each other around was enough. As they reached their destination Chiaki's eyes went wide, she could see all the games from the window, she bounced "Let's go Hinata-kun!" Chiaki dragged Hajime inside and once she stepped in her jaw dropped, she felt as if she was in a dream, she spun around, getting a good look at everything around her. She jumped onto Hajime "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Hajime hugged her tightly "I knew you'd like it here." "Like it? I love it? Let's go, c'mon" Chiaki dragged Hajime to the nearest game, he chuckled to himself, she's so quiet and reserved but when it comes to games, she's a completely different person. He thought to himself. Chiaki couldn't take her eyes off the screen, she was so focused that she had her tongue sticking out a bit in between her lips, Hajime wanted to poke it, but why? He had no reason to, he stared at her, he could barely focus on his own screen plus she was doing just fine without him, the flashing lights hitting Chiaki's soft skin made her seem unreal, the reflection of her screen in her eyes, the noises she'd make, it all made Hajime's heart flutter. "I'm gonna go get us some boba, what flavour do you want?" She stayed silent for a bit "Strawberry...probably." Her eyes didn't leave the screen, Hajime walked off to go get their boba. Once Hajime left, Chiaki felt lonely, why? He's still there, he just left to get some boba. Even though Hajime didn't do well with the game she still enjoyed his company, even if he was just standing their, but Chiaki didn't feel lonely for long, she soon felt two hands cover her eyes "Guess who?" She giggled and turned around, not caring about the game, Hajime handed her the boba and sipped on his "Wow, the games are great and so are the drinks" Chiaki held her cup with two hands and took a large sip. Hajime laughed to himself and leaned against the machine behind him, "I found DDR on the other side of the cafe, wanna have a competition?"

She gulped. "I'll wipe the floor with you!"

"Bring it on!"

They rushed to the DDR machine and discarded their empty cups, obviously Chiaki picked the hardest difficulty, Paranoia Survivor Max, hijinks ensued; Chiaki was getting a perfect score as always so Hajime decided to tickle her, it worked, she lost her combo & Hajime continued. Chiaki puffed her cheeks "Hajime, someone's stealing your phone!" Hajime quickly turned around and looked for his phone, Chiaki laughed as she continued to play, they decided to focus on their game however Hajime isn't the most graceful when it comes to DDR. Hajime ended up tripping on his shoelace and landed on top of Chiaki with a thud, he's seen enough anime to know that he's probably touching her breast or his face is in between her legs but no, this wasn't an anime. Even with Hajime on top of her Chiaki couldn't help but laugh, Hajime slowly lifted himself off the laughing girl. His hands were near her head, he was still on top of her but he didn't want to move, he's never heard her laugh like that, he bursted into laughter, he didn't care if people were staring, he was having fun, she was having fun. Chiaki started to snort, she tried stopping but the more she did the more she snorted, Hajime thought it was the most beautiful noise, cuter than her giggles, cuter than her hmph's, cuter than her sniffles, her unrestrained laughter was music to his ears. Once they both calmed down they got up off the floor and smiled at each other, they couldn't help it, it was so natural to them.

"I'm sleepy... Let's go home." She giggled softly as she grabbed Hajime's hand and laid her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her and hugged her close, in that moment, he felt perfect, no need for a talent, no need to be an ultimate, no insecurities, no doubts, he felt perfect... With her.

hhhh i hope u liek it! im not a writer but i tried my best!

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch (pt 7)

Pairing: Dad!Roger x Mum!Reader

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because the court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

catch up: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

masterlist //dialogue prompts

taglist: @madeinheavxn @namelesslosers @stacymaytaylor @drwse @cherries-n-rocknroll

words: 3,336

warnings: some tense in the middle hehe and woman talk.

It was around seven in the morning. Your head was dizzying and took you ages to get out of bed after blaming the wine for the headache you're feeling now. Roger was a sleepy angel with his blonde messy hair and his back covering his bedside. You had to fix and prepare yourself for work. It's nice going to work from Tuesday to Friday but the work you put in within these eight hours as an accountant in the bank, is exhausting.

"Roger, I have to go..." you knell next to him, softly playing with his hair. His face was turned against yours, you could see him sleeping deeply. What a cutie he was.

"Mmm?" He asked on his sleep, without being aware of what you said.

"Babe?" You kissed his forehead. You haven't done that for ages. Your relationship starts involving again. After the short name you called him, he opened his eyes and seemed kinda lost.

"Wh- where are you going?" He asked again after stretching himself.

"I have to go to work..." you explained.

"I can drive you off." He offered himself.

"No, the public should not see us together, you know, the paps." You narrowed your brows. They always annoyed you.

"Yeah, that's right... I'll have to go to work in a couple of hours too. I'll call you from there. I think I have your office's phone number," he scratched his head and looked at you focused.

"I think you do, yeah. We'll see each other later?" You asked, wishing to be true.

"What a stupid question, of course." He smiled and came closer to you for a kiss. "Laura will be here when you arrive." He slightly squeezed your cheek.

"Nice." you stood on your feet again and attempted to walk away but his hand stopped you.

"Last night was amazing. So refreshing for us, right?" He stated, waiting for your approval.

"Couldn't agree more." You laughed.

"You look so freshly fucked by me, I can see that." He joked and a giggle escaped your mouth.

"Is that visible?" You asked, checking yourself at the mirror.

"Yes, you're happy." He wasnt laughing anymore, he was serious about it and with that, you turned to him smiling. It's true, you were feeling happy. You were happy everytime he gave you pleasure. You give him soul and body, he gives you pleasure and happiness after it. You wanted to feel like that. You needed it by him. You didn't say a word. Just a simple smile to him and it made his day and yours too.

Your work to bank was going to be productive but an unpleasant surprise sooner or later would ruin it all.

At your launch time, you walked with your colleague, Mary, at the bank's restroom, where you can calmly drink some coffee and chat.

"I tried to reach you last night but you wouldn't pick up." Mary started and sipped a little of her coffee. "I was thinking you'd come over at my place to drink some wine and listen to jazz." She added.

"I wasn't home actually and I don't think I'll be again." You nodded your head in refusal while the little spoon you used to mix sugar with coffee was thrown at the sink.

"Wait, you're moving out?" She asked confused.

"Basically I'm moving back to Roger's house. I was living there before the divorce." You answered.

"Holy s-" she was a little louder than she wanted to be but she already covered her mouth with her hand. You made her the shush gesture with your finger. "Holy shit!" She whispered close to you fully excited. "So you two are..." she winked.

"Yes, I think so." You smiled.

"I'm so happy about it, I mean you look happy too, I haven't seen you like this since..." she stopped. "Wait, I haven't seen you like that." She came a little closer to your face trying to check your eyes. "What happened last night, naughty girl?" She winked again and teased your arm. She was open about her relationships to you and so were you to her. She's probably the closest friend you have.

"Mary, that's personal!" You laughed trying to hide your excitement.

"It wasn't so personal to you telling me about R/N's poor sexual skills." She sarcastically raised her brow.

"Yes because he lacked on that, I wouldn't come if I didn't masturbate after-party, y' know?" You hinted and she totally understood. "I wanted to share this problem with you."

"Too pity, he only likes flexing around his cars but on sex, poor guy..." she started. "But you know, I never liked this man. How come you, Roger Taylor's ex-wife and current girlfriend date a man like R/N?" She reminded your standards and she was right. It was all about your image and your dignity.

"I guess I was too hurt by Roger, I couldn't see clearly. I always loved him." You stared at the floor and sipped from your cup.

"And you're back again which is perfect than before. I'm sure Laura will be happier." She smiled.

"She already is." You nodded and smiled back.

"Hey ladies, you have some work to do out there, what's taking you so long?" A colleague of yours, came in the room demanding you to get back to work.

"Sure, we're going back, sorry for that." Mary took the lead and left the room, now both of you went back at your posts.

At the studio

Roger was on studio with Brian and John, fixing their instruments before starting recording. Freddie was yet to be seen so John asked, knowing what was happening. "Everything alright?"

Roger finished fixing his drum kit and turned to John's side, "If you're talking about last night, you better be sure about it. What about Laura?" Roger asked.

"Vera drove them off to school earlier, she said she will pick them up. She'll be in our place." John replied.

"Oh nice then, sure, I'll pick her up, I'm thinking of a fancy dinner with Y/N and Laura at some restaurant." Roger was arranging a dinner with his beloved family, thinking something big.

"Oh, I'm curious to find out!" John smiled.

"Rog," Brian took part in the conversation, coming closer to his bandmates. "You should book a table if you're going to do what I'm thinking." He pressed his hand on Roger's shoulder.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Roger asked confused.

"Sweet lord," John gasped. "Wait, you're not going to propose her again, right?"

"Why not?" Roger asked in disbelief.

"Roger, it didn't work all this time. Just because you spent two days together doesn't mean you'll be like that again." Brian was negative about Roger's thought.

"And why not? I changed my mind, I was immature, I know. But now I'm different." He tried to defend himself.

"Roger, she might feel pressed if you propose her again." John was trying to explain.

"No she won't, she won't see R/N again, I know it. She ran to me the moment he raised a hand on her." Roger protested.

"He what?" John was shocked. "Y/N would never let a man hit her, what are you talking about?" John couldn't believe his ears.

"Her cheeks were burning when she ran to me and-" Roger was feeling tense.

"Roger, you won't let him get away with it, will you?" Brian crossed his arms.

"What can I do? I am not the one who was assaulted." Roger loudly said, feeling ready to explode.

"Who was assaulted?" Freddie's voice echoed in the studio and his bandmates' gave him a death stare. "What? I'm not late." He arrogantly raised his brow and smoked a bit of his cigarette.

"We were having a conversation about Roger and Y/N." Brian made a briefing of the situation.

"Oh, I'm all ears, did you have sex?" He winked to Roger.

"Yes we did, but that's not the thing." He shook his head in total confusion.

"Alright, alright, what's the matter? I heard about someone getting assaulted?" Freddie asked concerned.

"Yes, Y/N was. He spied on her on Sunday night because she didn't want him to stay there." Roger started.

"Oh, you drove Laura off that night, didn't you? At her flat." Freddie asked, recalling the facts cause he was there that afternoon, at Roger's house.

"Correct. So, Laura kind of wanted me to stay and Y/N made her the favour, but I prepared our ground, I fixed a drink she was relaxed and we ended up making love." Roger felt like missing you right now.

"Oh, that's, that's good!" Brian commented.

"Yes, it is. And what happened next?" John asked, trying to learn all the details. They all wanted actually.

"Well yeah, the next day things were a little awkward between us but in the end it wasn't anymore. That asshole, went at her home, raised a hand on her and my girl ran to my place." Roger said.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" Freddie gasped. He was nuts.

"She obviously ran to her shelter." John made a romantic comment

"She won't leave it unpunished, will she?" Freddie asked.

"I don't know." Roger thoughtfully said.

"Well, fucking call her," Freddie yelled.

"Stop yelling at me, okay? I'll do it." Roger yelled back and Brian with John shared a laugh.

Roger grabbed the phone and dialled your office's phone number. He was impatient to call you, but at least he had a reason to do it. You picked up from the other side, too busy from your work. "Hello?"

"Y/N?" Roger's voice was unsure and unsteady. He barely spoke to you on the phone. He would call at his early days while on tour.

"Roger? Hi!" You smiled after recognizing his voice. "Are you at the studio?" You stopped archiving loan papers and focused on him.

"Yes, Freddie just arrived." He tried to remain calm.

"Oh, tell the boys I said hi." You giggled.

"Of course." Roger cleared his voice before getting to the topic. "So um, about yesterday, when R/N appeared at your flat, will you sue him or something?" He asked fully concerned about your safety.

"How come asking me this?" You asked confused.

"I was talking to the boys about it, I needed some advice. Will you sue him?" He asked.

"I don't know, Roger. I don't think he'll appear again. Not after what happened. I guess he knows we are starting over." You explained.

"But what if he appears?" He asked.

"Don't panic me, please. I don't want to work in fear."  Now that Roger gave you a reason to be scared, it wouldn't leave your mind that R/N would come again to hurt you. He has shown some red flag signs at the time but you never really paid attention because they weren't a big deal.

"I just care about you, y/n. I want to feel sure that you're not getting hurt or approached by him." His voice lowered but his head was thinking many things.

"Nothing to worry about. I'm happy that you called." You changed the subject trying to talk about something else.

"Um, y/n?" He asked while playing with phone's wire.

"Yeah?" You playfully asked while opening clients' folders to verify their deposits.

"I was thinking if you'd like us to go for dinner tonight, as a family." He finally said kicking out his stress.

"That would be great!" Your eyes got wide opened. You liked the idea.

"Perfect. We'll talk about the details when we get home. I mean, at my place." He clarified.

"Sure. Do you think I should move out?" You asked.

"Yes, come where you were staying first. At my house. I'll help you with that." He offered his help which you couldn't deny.

"Nice then." You said. "Y/n, can you sign these client's papers, please?" A female voice was heard from the back.

"Should I hang up?" Roger asked.

"Yes, we'll talk later! Bye!" You were rushing to hang up.

"Love y-" you hung up and left Roger wondering if you heard his last words. "You." He ended it, being sure now that you didn't hear that. "How did it go?" Roger asked Fred.

"Better than I thought." Freddie giggled.

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Recordings today, finished earlier than expected, Queen brainstormed more than usual, making some good progress. They were free to go.

"Should we go to the pub downtown?" Brian asked.

"Sure, I haven't planned anything," Freddie answered and John nodded.

"Roger?" Brian turned to the drummer.

"Go and I'll catch up with you." He smiled and they all left the studio.

Roger was on his way to the bank you work. He parked at the opposite corner waiting for you to finish your work. He wanted you to join him and the rest members at the pub, like the old times. But an unpleasant surprise gave him all the negative vibes he had gathered for a long time. It was R/N who was suspiciously walking towards the bank. Roger knew something was wrong. He carefully checked the road before crossing it.

You were ready to leave, said bye to your colleagues and at the entrance door, the man you used to date for a short period of time stood at your sight.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" You asked trying to remain calm.

"What do you mean what am I doing here?" He let out an evil smile. "I'm here to pay my fucking bills." He was ironic. He didn't mean it literally.

"We're over, R/N. Deal with it." You had to remain quiet and calm. You work there. Gazes started to turn to you two, making you feel embarrassed. You attempted to walk away but his hand stopped you. He was holding a newspaper photo; probably from The Sun, it was Roger and you in it. Oh shit, here we go again you thought. The press smelled gossip.

"You ran to your rock star husband? Wasn't I enough?" He shouted pointing out the photo. It was you and Roger five years ago, exiting a club in the city, but the title caught your attention: Roger Taylor and y/n  y/f/n spotted together after divorce!

"Stop shouting, I work here!" You warned him to stay quiet but he wouldn't. He was risking your job permanent position.

"You don't need to work when your rich husband can give you a luxurious life!" He mocked you and now he pointed to Roger, ready to read the article out loud. "Queen's drummer Roger Taylor was recently reported sharing a not-only-steamy kiss with his ex-wife but a steamy night at his place in West London" Clients and colleagues turned around and saw you standing there fully ashamed and embarrassed. Of course, they knew who you were married to. You really wanted to die. You couldn't handle the situation. "You want me to continue?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"Fuck off." You whispered close to his face and he seemed to enjoy it.

"I think I'm the one who should have said this." He raised his brow. This man is a pure toxic thing. "You take cocks like they're dinner or something, is that your talent?" His voice was louder than expected and all you could do was slap him. That sound was probably heard to the restroom inside. He was pushing the limits and your boss came out of his office, staring at you shocked.

"Mrs Taylor I think you should discuss your personal issues somewhere more private, don't you think?" His voice was strict and you thought that being fired is the most possible scenario.

"Yes, of course, have a nice evening." You tried to walk fastly out of the bank but a gentle hand stopped you. You looked who it was and it was Roger.

"She's not Mrs Taylor. Not yet." Roger defended your place, with R/N, your boss, your colleagues and the clients standing there with their mouths wide open. "Boss, how on earth do you let your employees be disrespected like that?" Roger came closer to him but you tried to stop him. "That asshole right there disrespected your employee and you did nothing!"

"Roger, please stop, I'll lose my job, fucking stop!" You tried to pull him back but he wouldn't do it. "Stop!" You yelled and then he stopped and looked at you.

"I'm trying to defend you." He whispered at your face, he noticed how upset you looked.

"Please. Everyone's looking at us. Let's get out of here." Your eyes begged him to leave as soon as possible.

"And what about this asshole?" Roger pointed out R/N.

"He can't do anything, let's go, please." You wrapped your hands around his arms, not letting go. You walked out of the bank and the man followed you. Oh, shit.

You were walking towards your cars, but R/N wouldn't leave like that, without provoking Roger. He would lose temper in any second.

"According to the musician's neighbours, the previous night was like some Queen concert. Really loud." He was reading out loud the article and Roger looked at him with his one and only death stare.

"Roger please, let's go, don't give him the satisfaction, he's trying to make you lose temper! Don't hit him!" You stopped him. Now people from the bank and pedestrians would whether at Roger and you or R/N.

"What would y/n 's  y/f/n  current partner say about today's hot issue? Can't wait to see more! This couple is so promising. Whether married or not, they never fail to excite us!" He laughed after reading the article. "They paid me thousands for this article. What do you think?" He asked.

"What?" You asked shocked.

"I'm a journalist, you knew that. But I'm also a jealous and a possessive mate, I don't like my partners to fuck around." He came closer to you. He was threatening. Roger would kill him at any second.

"But you hit me. You weren't violent, you despised that." You answered.

"I surely despise violence. But violence brings violence. You betrayed my trust." He yelled.

"That wasn't a reason to hit her!" Roger yelled back.

Paps noticed the drama and clicks were already heard. You were about to be on headlines tomorrow morning.

"But you fucked her! Aren't your groupies enough?" R/N shouted.

"Shut the fuck up! They're taking photos of us and they'll have us on headlines tomorrow, I don't want that!" You pushed him but he wasn't playing.

He was about to push you back but Roger protected you, standing in front of you and getting on hands with R/N.

Three policemen noticed the tense and ran through your place. "What's going on here?" One of them asked.

"He's a random man saying weird things, he won't let us leave!" Roger lied.

"He fucks my wife!" R/n lied back.

"What the hell, you're not my husband!" Your life was such a drama right now, you wanted to go home and hide under your pillows.

"Enough sir, we'll have to keep you at the police station today. You caused enough trouble today. Let the celebrity man with his wife go to the court." The policeman was aware of yours and Roger's status. Roger's fame probably saved your asses for now; Not including your boss firing you the next day, though.

"Um, are you alright?" You asked while hugging Roger.

"Yes. You?" He pulled away to check on you.

"Kinda..." you were feeling upset. You just had to play it cool.

"Listen, the boys are waiting for us at the pub we met, mind joining us?" He whispered at your ear, not wanting the paps to hear you.

"I think I'll need a drink to calm down." You nodded.

"Alright, get on your car and follow me, we'll have to get rid of everyone. They'll follow us." He kissed your lips and that was the second the clicks were heard the most.

Roger smiled at the cameras, acting as if nothing happened and finally drove off.

[pbandjesse]

It feels so late at nigh. But it's only 7. I'm sitting in our tent with the door open and it it pitch black outside. And has been for almost 2 hours now. I'm really sleepy. But i also feel really good. Today was just a long day. 

I slept well last night. James woke me up and i said come back at 930. But then my dad called me at 9 and the buzzing scared me out of bed. I talked to him for a little. He sounded really cheerful and that made me happy. He asked to Skype on Thanksgiving so I'm going to make that happen. Well probably not actually use Skype but the idea is there still. 

I got up and dressed and even though we weren't leaving for hours i felt a little bit stressed. I painted my nails. And played a little animal crossing. But mostly i was wandering around the apartment makong sure we had everything. Of course we still forgot a few things. But nothing that is the end of the world. 

James ran out to get veggie dogs for me and a coffee. They didn't have the kind i wanted so i was a little bummed. But it's fine. I got the last of the stuff I needed. Pulled a different jacket from storage. I had tried to really plan for layers this weekend. 

I actually wore maybe to many layers for the first part of the day. With leggings under my overalls. But by the end of the day I was happy i did. 

We said goodbye to sweetp and got our bikes downstairs. We had to stop at Gaby and Lane's place to give them out keys to check on sweetp and the plants. But soon we were actually on our way. 

We left around 1130. And got to the campsite after 3. A long trip. We made one stop for lunch at panara and that was very good. I got a bread bowl. And it was so it yourself put together which made me laugh. And they just gave me and entire apple instead of apple slices. It was still all very good. 

We got back on the road for the last leg. I liked seeing all the towns and big sky. The leftover political posters. We listened to music and talked and it was fun. 

I was starting to get tired as we got towards the park. But once we got in I just felt excited. The park is Pocomoke River and its all lovely pine trees and water. I'm not sure I love it as much as elk neck. But i haven't seen much of it. I'm just a little sad because we found out when we got here that hammocks aren't allowed. The trees are to soft and will get damaged. I understand but still a bummer. Just more reason to get myself a ports ow hammock stand. 

We found our site. We have run into a couple small issues. They aren't selling ice right now and the one outdoor sink is turned off for the winter. So we don't have as much water tonight. But we'll figure it out. 

We got everything unloaded James set up the tent and air mattress while i worked on getting everything from the car over to the table and putting things where they needed to be. Very good teamwork. 

James drove back to get firewood from the camp store. And I collected sticks. A fire was built and we read for a while. Had hotdogs. The sun went down around 5. 

We have been enjoying each others company. Laying in the tent. I am so glad i got these battery powered string lights. They make it so cozy in here. It's for sure chilly but I've got two sweatshirts on and I'm pretty cozy. And once I get the rest of my pjs on in sure it will be ever better. 

Tomorrow we're going to bike in the morning and then go to town in the middle. And then the plan is to have our Thanksgiving tomorrow night. Just be thankful for each other. 

I have a little bit of service out here. So well see if this posts tonight. But if not thank you for your patience. Goodnight! 

[dolphin-enthusiast]

a lovely evening to you, cuore mio 💗💖💘 it's been a long long day,, i'm sorry that yesterday was so dreadful for you!! hopefully today treated at least a little bit kinder than yesterday,, you do deserve the best after all ❤ (1/8)

"today was really rough for me mentally, but seeing your response to last night's letter gave me the kick i needed to get moving, i just try my best for you guys after all!! i also saw that lemon boy ask,, it was so cute! i don't listen to much cavetown, but that song has always struck a chord with me, hearing it associated with us makes me feel warm and fuzzy 😊 (2/8)

i've been pretty sleepy today, probably since i slept really poorly last night,, hopefully i can make up for it tonight! but i got to make up for it with lots of work, tailoring/altering clothes, sewing up rips and tears, and other chores, not to mention that i had to help bake 3 loafs of bread and a cake.. and also cook a huge pot of pasta for dinner,, it was very exhausting, but at least i got many things done for once!! its hard trying to be productive lately hehe 😅 (3/8)

my momma and i also got to hit up the markets, i was rewarded a bottle of chinotto for my work!! (it's this italian soda made from the myrtle orange, it is like a more refined cola) (4/8)

i was able to settle down after suffer and watch some of my favorite movie, the godfather part I, i absolutely adore the godfather trilogy since the movies are so well done, the story is captivating, and it reminds me of the stories my zio tells me about the mafia! ✨ (5/8)

speaking of which, my family history isn't all so perfect morgy dear! sure, my family is grand in size and has lots of deep rooted history, but we also have our fair share of unstable persons unfortunately,, my parents just keep me away from them, so you're not alone on that aspect!! 🌺 (6/8)

ah, and i should say that as i've been writing this, my friends keep spamming me and teasing me!! apparently quinn sent them those mafia headcannons so now they decided to fluster me over it!! they're lucky i love them, otherwise i'd be going crazy hehe 😂 (7/8)

oh my, the clock keeps ticking later and later doesn't it? well then, i'll be going for the night! and make sure to try and find time to relax!! too much stress is never a good thing, i know that much,, but i also know that we will both get through it!! and hopefully i can brighten your day at least a tiny bit 💕 - well wishes and much much love, waifu xoxo 💌💋 ps: of course i'd accompany you though everything, even if it was the mafia,, i'm always rooting for you from the sidelines! 😘 (8/8)"

Ah yes the talented productive waifu strikes again😳😳😳 im glad to see i somehow motivated u again and did some chores done, i myself need to get back on track again but idk lately i been sleeping even later than usual and ngl no day is better than the other at all so i'll have to pull myself up and attempt at getting some writing done for once🤡🤡 and yea obvs i know ur family wouldnt b perf (no one's family is) but it just seems to have alot of history which is interesting and what i meant was that mine is basically just bland unstable ppl left and right that u cant even keep ur distance from properly jdhdhdhs (i've also never really properly watched the godfather just little scenes but i would finna watch it with u👁️)

Ur friends really do b doin gods work ngl doe....im still amazed at how popular i am between your close ones like ??? Wjchdhfjdn

Also im p sure i had chinotto a few times before and i remember really liking it so....what if we shared a chinotto while watching the godfather then marathoning anime like damn weebs haha jk UNLESS

[mahbonesmccoy]

Valentine's surprise (Severus/reader one shot)

So sorry. I know Valentine's day is over but naaah. Better late than nothing. Here's my one shot of Sevy the bean queen.

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In February 14, 2012, I forced myself to work during midnight. I am a professor and I sadly have no time for Valentine's day. I dont even have a partner anyway! During that time, I risked my health just so I could finish my unchecked papers. I've been procrastinating for the past few weeks because of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows! I was sort of... Not satisfied. Voldemort's death is rendered differently and it frustrates me but Snape's death made me weep like a babe.

As I finally finished my work in 2 A.M, there's an odd noise coming from my Garden. I suddenly felt strange and scared and so I grabbed a kitchen knife and sneaked out to my garden. To my surprise, I saw a figure laying down on the grassy ground. He was clad in black and... So familiar. I immediately dropped my knife elsewhere and rushes towards the man to help him.

I accidentally touched his neck and I heard a little noise coming out from his mouth. "Sorry." I muttered and I suddenly realised that my hand was stainted with blood! Panicking, I slowly roll the man to lay him down on his back properly for me to check his wounds and.... I went silent. Am I dreaming? What is this?! I slapped myself so hard that it hurts so much and enough to wake me up but I didn't!

After my self-realization, I immediately and carefully guide him inside my house and put him down on the couch. I can't believe it's Alan Rickman in my Garden dressed as Snape! I rushed to my bathroom and took my medical kit to tend his wounds on his neck. Again, with sudden realisation, he was bitten by a snake. His chances might be thin and I'm no doctor. But I also can't risk to let anyone or the public, in general, see him!

I crossed my fingers during the days I took care of him and hopefully he will be fine. He slept well after 3 days of suffering yet he was still pale and sick. 4 days later, I decided to abandon my sleep schedule again so he can rest on my bed and I can do my work all night long. Unfortunately, I was very sleepy and I nearly slept on my desk if Mr. Rickman or Snape didn't appear behind me, pointing his wand at me with a threatening look.

"Who are you. I dont wish to sound ungrateful but I want answers." He said with his usual deep voice. Panicking, I jumped out of my chair and raised both of my hands.

"Im no threat, believe me. You just suddenly appeared at my Garden!"

"... I see. But you haven't answered my question yet."

"(y/n)"

"Interesting... A muggle. Where's my cloak? I need to go back to Hogwarts." He rushed back to my room and then headed towards my garden and before he could even set foot outside, I immediately put myself in front of him and pushed him away gently.

"Nope. You are not going outside. Besides, the war is over and you can't go back! Everyone thinks you're dead."

"...." He went silent and pointed his wand at me again. "How.. Did.. You.. Know.. About... Me being... Dead?"

Oh fuck.

"Look I have so many things to explain and please.. Dont avada Kedavra me. Im telling the truth. You can even use Legilimens on me!"

"And how in Merlin's beard did you know all about this.. When you're a... Muggle?"

"I told you I have lots of things to explain.. Sit down."

And so I told him that night and he was... Utterly silent. He was trying so hard to let everything sink in. I showed him the movies and the books and I can see he was very angry, but then he bottled it all up.

"It make sense." He said.

"Make sense what?"

"I can't see what's inside your head and its completely black."

He stayed in my home for a year. I enjoyed his company and he surprisingly enjoyed mine too. I was blushing secretly every night time, remembering how he looks good on a white shirt and pants. March 15, 2012, we were sitting together on my couch whilst he was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. Meanwhile, I was reading a textbook about histories of Russia. I still need to study more of it..

Snape dropped the book harshly on the table and he suddenly.... Snapped. His emotions devoured him and he cried in front of me. Quickly, I sat beside him and gave him a tight hug which he gladly took it and sobbed on my shoulder. He repressed many emotions and I couldn't comprehend how much it hurts to be isolated and abused.

"It's okay now.. You're fine." I whispered, caressing his jet black hair with my hand as I held his head gently.

"That damn author. She made my life miserable... " He mumbled.

"Shhh. Despite all of it... Harry Potter appreciates you in the end. All is well."

After his outburst, he doesn't look like stressed anymore. Instead, he looked well and finally at peace. He actually smiled at me everyday whenever I talked about theaters, history and what ever interests me. I even convinced him to let me tie his hair and he surprisngly loved it. He didn't really mind staying all day at my house while I was at work. We read and eat together as well and I suddenly had a mission every day to make him laugh which I did successfully. And during christmas eve, we were enjoying our moment together by singing along with christmas songs!

I could not forget the smile on his face while we sing. Then the music changed into a slow, melancholic tone version of 'Let it snow'

"May I?" He said, offering his hand.

"Thought you hate to dance?"

"Not with you at least." He smiled.

I bit my cheek inside as I took his hand and then we start to dance slowly. Goodness, he's out of character and I'm kinda proud that I'm the reason of his sudden change. Out of height difference, we were embracing eachother instead of doing the proper position of waltz. We just danced together as silence engulfs us.

Little did I know... It would be our last moment.

Next day, 10:00 PM, he was standing in front of me, fidgeting his fingers.

"My neck wounds are reopening itself."

"What?! Since when? I can heal it!"

"No need... Im going to be fine. I'm sick of living but you taught me how to live my life rightly. But now... We must part for I dont belong in this world."

"No.. No no no.. You're staying here.. I dont want you to die." I said, standing so close to him that I can feel his breath.

"I will always die in the end. It's what the book says. I know you hate it so much but you can just... Open the book and read all over again. And I will be with you. Not in front of you.. But here." He said, pointing my heart. "And you have Alan Rickman." He chuckled.

"Oh for god's sake, he doesn't know me." I giggled but I still can't repress my sadness.

"Well at least he will remind you of me."

I'm on the edge and his words are pushing me off. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed on his chest. "Please don't go... "

"I have to.. " He whispered weakly, his jaw resting upon my head and his arms protectively wrapped around me.

We sat down together on my couch for the last time while I leaned against his shoulder. I felt like I'm such a sissy for being silent but I still managed to say something to him one last time.

"Leave a souvenir for me.. Will you?" And I, sadly, fell asleep. And the last thing I heared from him is,

"Sleep well.. "

In the morning, I was cuddling a pillow on the couch and I was holding something, tightly and unconciously. Slowly, I sat up and look around. He's definetly not here anymore and it's probably a very long dream of mine. I look at the thing that I was holding and... My heart skipped a beat. So he's real.

His wand.

Fin.