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17: A Very Belated Very Erscoga Christmas the Third (Part 1)

Date: 6-12-2022 IDST, 5-23-2018 EST

(It is May. Nalitie is setting up decorations in the Spectre Opera House and Concert Hall in Erscoga's national colors—green and black and gray—like she does every year, except she's horribly late this year. Christine is taking the leftover cake she made back in December out of the freezer. There's about half of it left. She has Erscoga Tobias in a carrier, and he coos happily. It is Christmas.)

Dukermin: *rolls up* I have arrived! And I brought the Christmas tree!

Mickey Mouse: *rolls up also, decked out in christmas lights with a star taped to his head* *stands in a corner*

Nalitie: Nice, that takes care of the low budget tree I guess. That's what we get for skipping a whole year's worth of saving money to host an anachronistic Christmas party in May, pretending it's only a few months since our last one instead of the whole year because we're bad at time consistency and don't want the kids to grow up too fast.

Dukermin: Exactly. This is entirely sensible.

Nalitie: And we can still be on-brand for the season/tradition of having a Christmas party each year! Sorta. *sets out some like stale pretzels and questionable chip dip*

Dukermin: *puts presents at Mickey's feet*

Nalitie: oh yeah. *does the same, except they're all wrapped in like printer paper* I think that's everything, right? Food, decorations...

Dukermin: Yeah. We sent out invitations right?

Nalitie: I think so! I gave them to Papyrus to send by pigeon and he's usually on top of that stuff. *walks over to the doors and flings them open wide* Welcome to our Christmas Party!!!

(There is a singular guy standing outside on the street, dressed in a ratty old sweater and a hat. It's Homeless Henry.)

Homeless Henry: This where the bean convention's at?

Dukermin: I mean. It could be. There are probably beans somewhere. *leaves to look for beans*

Homeless Henry: *did not realize Dukermin was there at first* Well, bean convention or not, I'm sure whatever you've got going on is great, miss.

Dukermin: Wait a second *is holding an ancient can of beans that she found in a supply closet* Didn't you... like... melt?

Homeless Henry: I did indeed, miss, thanks to your kindness, but I was reconstructed by this kindly lady who stopped by the restaurant. Don't think she's from around here, though, lots of strange folks around town these days. Haven't seen her since.

Dukermin: That seems like a felony. Nat? Did you hear that? I don't think reconstruction magic is clarified in the power cap. Whatever that means.

Nalitie: Hm, yeah, I guess it would depend on how she did it. I guess since no one came to the party we could go investigate. Christine and Steven and Willy could watch the party and the kids. *unstraps Lisanarda and hands them to Willy Wonka*

Dukermin: I mean, Homeless Henry came to the party. *To Homeless Henry* Here's a can of beans! Have fun! Where did you meet this lady again? And what did she look like?

Homeless Henry: Well, she stopped by the mot- I mean the restaurant asking if we had any vegetarian tacos, and noticed no one was at the desk. Or well, I was at the desk, but a puddle. Anyway, she was real pretty. Not quite as pretty as you, but tall. Had a couple of others with her. All of them had these weird instruments or something. One of them was wearin' a robe. Maybe I should start doing that. Real comfy...

Dukermin: Okay, so a tall pretty lady in a band. Who likes vegetarian tacos.

Nalitie: *writing everything down on a notepad, suddenly wearing a detective hat*

Dukermin: Well, I suppose we could try any vegan restaurants in the area. Or if they're in a band, maybe they're performing somewhere. We could check the town board.

Nalitie: Yeah, that works. *onward to the town board*

Dukermin: *in the plaza* Hmm... here's a list of bands. Imagine Cheesons, Why Frogs Why, Lady Cerebellum, Mettaton, McFishing Rod, One Zillion Seconds to Devon... I don't know how I would be able to tell from this which one has a tall pretty lady who is also vegetarian.

Nalitie: Well, it's not Imagine Cheesons or Mettaton. Or Lady Cerebellum, probably, she's mostly a solo act. Why Frogs Why is me. It could be either McFishing Rod or One Zillion Seconds to Devon.

Dukermin: We could split up. I'll go see McFishing Rod, at the Milk Bar.

Nalitie: Alright, then I'll head to *checks board* the park to find One Zillion Seconds to Devon.

Dukermin: *off to the Milk Bar*

(The Milk Bar is in downtown Verdanaville, and there is a large sign out front announcing the band playing tonight. Inside, the lights are dim as the spotlights focus on McFishing Rod. He stands behind a turntable, cool reflective sunglasses glinting in the colored lights. The crowd is small but loud. The bartender is serving various flavors of milk to their patrons. A rather large collection of milk glasses has piled up on one end of the bar, where a man who looks like he's had a little too much milk sits. He is shirtless, wearing nothing but his pants, armored boots, and some armor plates. He also has a sling full of what you think are bricks.)

(On the other end of the bar, there is an equally large pile of glasses. On the stage, near McFishing Rod, there's someone who looks eerily like Nalitie playing the accordion—badly.)

Dukermin: *walking past the shirtless guy* Hey, are you doing alright? *attempts to sneak his sling away just in case*

Brick Guy: *with a half-filled glass of milk in one hand* The Thane of Brickappotamus attempts to buy a glass of milk for the nice lady.

Bartender: *unsure if that was a request for more milk or not*

Dukermin: Okay! *walks away with his bricks* *gets closer to the stage*

Thane of Brickappotamus: *did not even notice her take the bricks* *turns to a lady next to him* The Thane of Brickappotamus attempts to woo the fine young maiden to his left.

"Fine Young Maiden": No thanks. *gets up and leaves*

(The Thane, sadly, seems to have rolled too low for this.)

Dukermin: *yelling at the stage* Do you like vegetarian tacos???

Nalitie-Lookalike: *scootches closer to McFishing Rod to try to hear the chords better over Dukermin's yelling* *continues to play every single chord incorrectly*

Dukermin: *still yelling as the beat drops* How tall are you????

(Standing next to McFishing Rod, the top of Nalitie-Lookalike's head just scrapes his chin.)

McFishing Rod: I'm 5'10", dude! *continues jamming*

Dukermin: I'm not talking to you!! I'm talking to the bad accordion player!!

Nalitie-Lookalike: Hey!!! That's, like, mean! *stops playing with a jangling of accordion keys*

Dukermin: It's mean to ignore the queen! Anyway. You seem not-very-tall. Do you have a tall vegetarian friend?

Nalitie-Lookalike: *makes a surprised face* Have you seen her?? I've been looking for her all day! We got separated this morning when I... *mumbles something inaudible, looking embarrassed*

Dukermin: Okay, we'll unpack that later. You should come with me!! We're also looking for your friends!

Nalitie-Lookalike: Oh. Okay. *jumps off the stage, but lands very softly as she expands her accordion* *trips only a little because she had a bit too much milk*

Dukermin: Okay, I'm going to call my friend who looks exactly like you for some reason. *calls Nalitie*

Nalitie: *lost in the park trying to find the concert location* *answers* yyyes? I mean hello.

Dukermin: how's your concert? Did you find the lady?

Nalitie: Um... where is Insert Name of the Stage at again in Unnamed Park? I'm... a little lost.

Dukermin: Well, if you passed the Unidentified Celebrity's Pavilion and Unknown Memorial Playground then it should be just to the right.

Nalitie: Do we have more than one playground? I'm by the Ambiguous Playground Equipment. Am I in the wrong park?

Dukermin: Bruh. That's the wrong side of the park. Turn around. I'm on the way with one of the person's friends.

Nalitie: Dang, ok. I came from the Lot on This Side of the Park and usually I park in the Lot on That Side of the Park so I just turned the wrong way.

Dukermin: Ah yes thats entirely reasonable. Okay I'm heading over. *is already at the concert*

Nalitie: *has to walk across the entirety of Unnamed Park* *arrives very out of breath*

(Insert Name of the Stage is decorated with red lights and a generally moody atmosphere. It is also covered in instruments, with the two singers standing at the front of the stage, lamenting about how long it will take for Devon to come home. It is their entire founding backstory or something.

There's a large crowd tonight, and it's difficult to see everyone. Nalitie stands at the back of the crowd on the left side, trying to find Dukermin.)

Dukermin: *texts Nalitie* "Look for yourself."

Nalitie: *confused* *spins in a circle, but catches a flash of her lookalike's bright blue cloak as the lights pass over it. She heads in that direction.*

Dukermin: Nalitie! *waves* meet... wait what's your name?

Nalitie-Lookalike: I am The Bard. But you can call me Bruce, I guess.

Dukermin: Meet Bruce!

Nalitie: *awkward salute at Bruce* I'm Nalitie. *looking around* Do you see your friends anywhere in this crowd?

Bruce: *a tad overwhelmed, especially with the quantity of dairy she consumed* *shakes her head*

Dukermin: You know what would be fun - I mean helpful - is if we got on the stage and looked from there and also maybe sang with the band but whatever.

Nalitie: *as the implications soar over her head* Yeah, we should do that, I'll go up on that side *points* if you wanna take the other stairs with Bruce.

Dukermin: *does that*

Nalitie: *also heading up*

(The members of One Zillion Seconds to Devon are far too immersed in their song to notice. Scanning the crowd, you see a few familiar faces—some Lumoae, the Green Circle Labs team, Papyrus (!), and some of the Sams. You can also see a man dressed in business clothes looking mightily out of place—and confused—as well as a lady in orange pants holding some sort of a giant metal ball. Oh, and a lady in a big leather coat carrying a bow and arrow. She's the only one here with a noticeable weapon.)

Dukermin: *points out a few of the more interesting patrons to Bruce* recognize any of them?

Bruce: *points at bow and arrow lady* I like her jacket! *is having difficulty because there's a lot going on and she's full of dairy*

Dukermin: Good. But do you recognize the jacket?? That's the question.

Bruce: *shrugs* she reminds me of someone. Oh, The Ranger. She'd like that jacket.

Dukermin: okay. *grabs the microphone from one of the singers after the song ends* Hello! We have a lost bard up here! Anyone who recognizes her please come up to the stage!

Jacket Lady: *was already on her way up as soon as she saw Bruce*

Dukermin: *dragging Bruce to the end of the stage* *to the new person* Hey, do you like vegetarian tacos?

Jacket Lady: ??? Not really, but Artemis was looking for some earlier.

Dukermin: Can you bring us to Artemis??? *hops off stage*

Jacket Lady: *shakes head* Haven't seen her since we got split up this morning. Her magic 8 ball gave us faulty advice, as always, so we rolled a die and ended up taking some wrong turns. She tried to backtrack, and then when she didn't come back for us, me and Lynn split up to try to find her. And then, you know, I saw this concert was happening and wanted to see what was up.

Dukermin: Maybe we should all go back to where you last saw Artemis and see if we can figure out where she ended up. And NOT split up this time.

Jacket Lady: I don't know if I know exactly where that was, but I can try. Lemme do this quick... *pulls out a small notebook and a quill* *starts writing a song, which glows and extends a path out into the distance* *starts following the path*

Dukermin: Oh. Neat. *follows* Hey, what's your name so we can stop referring to you as Jacket Lady.

Jacket Lady: I'm The Ranger.

Dukermin: Cool name.

Bruce: *whispers loudly* her real name is Madelynn!

Dukermin: Neat. Good to know. So, what, are you the only bard where you come from and Madelynn is the only ranger?

Bruce: *shrugs* I'm the only one in our group.

Dukermin: Cool.

(You follow the path for a while, then end up in an alley somewhere near TreeGrass (but thankfully outside). The sky is a dusky yellow.)

Dukermin: So uhh. If this is where you last saw your friend, can you think of any place that she would be interested in going to? Preferably not an evil science institution?

Madelynn: She might have tried to go back to the hotel we found to stay in. I'm not sure where that is, though. My spell wasn't working on her or Bruce or Lynn, probably because they were in places I haven't been yet. The hotel was *points down a street* in that direction somewhere.

Nalitie: *dutifully taking notes and readjusting her hat*

Dukermin: Hmm. Since you know the general direction of the hotel, lets start walking that way and see what we come across.

(You head down the street in that direction as Lux dips below the horizon. The windows of Green Circle Labs glow in the twilight, as usual. You're coming up on Nalitie's house now. The lights are off, since everyone was out for the night. The couch blasts off into space.)

Nalitie: *watching her couch to make sure it blasts off successfully and at the right angle and such*

Bruce: :O

Dukermin: *also watching the couch* Hey that looked like a pretty successful couch blast.

Nalitie: Yeah, I've been working on the propulsion system, making a few upgrades so we don't go through so much fuel. The other ones had trouble making it up all the way to the station, but that looked pretty good. I'll have to see if it lands back in its spot when I get home, though.

Dukermin: Ah yeah thats a very sensible thing to do. Anyway. *continues toward the hotel*

Madelynn and Bruce: ??? *continue walking as well*

(Eventually, your group reaches the Smith Court Resort. It's a moderately-sized hotel, painted white to look like a house. It's completely full, no vacancies.)

Nalitie: *to Madelynn and Bruce* do you guys have one of your hotel keys?

Bruce: *opens a secret compartment on her accordion and pulls out some rubber bands, a crap ton of paper clips, and a hotel key card* Thar y'are.

Dukermin: *checks the number on the room key* Room 227? *starts looking for that room and goes upstairs*

(You reach Room 227, down a cozily-lit hallway. The door is slightly ajar.)

Dukermin: that's ominous *cautiously peers into the room*

(There's a woman sitting in one of the chairs playing the lyre. She's wearing long robes and has her hair in two long braids. She's chatting with someone who must be on one of the beds, but you can't see them. Their voice is familiar, though.)

Dukermin: *points to Bruce* Seems like one of your friends are in there, you should go in and say hi first.

Bruce: Oh, I can give her this! *pulls a mostly-spilled glass of milk that she stole from the Milk Bar out of her accordion* *enters the room* Lynn I got you milk!!! *sloshing it all over the floor* *notices the other people* *is a bit freaked out*

Dukermin: *goes into the room*

Sans: sup.

Frisk: *waves*

Dukermin: Oh it's a whole party in here! *motions for the others to come in*

Sans: found this kid wandering the streets on the way to your party. thought we'd bring her back and keep her company til her friends got back.

Nalitie and Madelynn: *enter*

Bruce: *hands Lynn what's basically an empty glass that is covered in milk at this point*

Lynn: *takes the glass and carefully sets it down* thanks, I guess.

Dukermin: So I take it you're Lynn. We're kind of looking for Artemis, have you seen her?

Lynn: Yeah, I'm Lynn. Most people just call me The Cleric, though. I haven't seen Artemis since this morning when we were looking for Bruce.

Dukermin: Hmm. Any idea where she would have gone to look for Bruce?

Lynn: I mean, we saw Bruce chasing a squirrel when she left, so probably to like a park or something.

Dukermin: Oh ha that is embarrassing. Hmm, we've already been to one park and didn't see her.

Nalitie: That is where we found Bruce, though. *to Bruce* did you catch that squirrel?

Bruce: ... *opens another compartment on her accordion*

Squirrel: *hops out and crawls up Bruce's arm to rest on her shoulder*

Bruce: His name is Jim.

Dukermin: *To Nalitie* Do you think Artemis might have gotten lost on the way to the park? Hopefully she didn't end up in a lunchbox portal or something.

Nalitie: Ooh, yeah hope not. Um, what's back on the way to the park? There's like... TreeGrass and Green Circle and my house and like the Opera House, I guess? There's a lot of other people's houses. Sea Food? But if she's the one who's a vegetarian, she probably didn't go there.

Dukermin: Yeah probably not. Lynn, do any of those places sound like something Artemis would end up at?

Lynn: I don't know what a lot of those places are, but like opera is her main thing I guess.

Dukermin: Okay, back to the Opera House we go! *to the opera house*

Nalitie: UGH ok, that's ok we can check on Christine and Henry I guess.

(You all head back to the Spectre Opera House. The doors are still open, the party/bean convention still going on inside. Actually, there are a lot of open cans of beans all over the floor. Christine, Steven, and Willy are in the corner by Mickey eating cake and watching the children. Homeless Henry is sitting on the floor next to a man you've never seen who is eating beans and sitting on some sort of weird box. No tall pretty vegetarian lady, though.)

Dukermin: Glad to see our party is doing exactly as well as it was when we left. I guess we should check the other areas of the Opera House.

Nalitie: Actually, our party might be doing better than when we left. *gestures to the new guy, and also Sans who has already managed to spill punch all over the floor to create a slip n' slide*

Dukermin: oh yeah you're right, how could I have missed that this party is totally bumpin' now. Wait, *to new guy* who are you?

Guy: *hesitates, then looks down at his box as if for advice* *listens for a second* *looks back up* My name is Doug. I was just sharing some of my beans with Henry. *pulls a can of beans out of the box he's sitting on* Would you like some?

Dukermin: You know what, it's a party. Sure I'll take some beans. Cool box by the way.

Guy: Her name is Cube. *pats Cube*

(Cube is a metal box with pink accents and a heart drawn on each side.)

Dukermin: Well. It's lovely to meet you, Cube and Doug. *leaves without grabbing the beans*

Nalitie: *to Dukermin as they walk away* Do you know where that guy came from? I... think I do, but we never brought that universe here...

Dukermin: I mean, there are lots of strange faces around, or whatever Henry said.

Nalitie: Hm, yeah ok.

Bruce: *takes the can of beans from Doug to feed Jim*

Dukermin: *walking around in side rooms etc, calling out for Artemis*

Bruce: *has like a scarf or something that she's trying to get Jim to sniff and track (it's not working)*

Nalitie: *heading up to the upper levels*

Dukermin: *opens up the bean cabinet and accidentally knocks over a wall of beans, exposing a small doorway* Whoaaaa.

Bruce: :O

Dukermin: *opens the door, revealing a set of stairs and a hallway.*

(You head down the hallway. It looks... very modern, actually. With gray carpet and pale blue walls. Up ahead, you see a big room with what looks like a reception desk. There's a woman sitting at it.)

Dukermin: Umm.. Hello?

Woman: Oh! Hello, are you here for Bean-a-Palooza?

Dukermin: Why would I be in the basement of the Opera House looking for the Bean-a-Palooza??

Woman: This is where Bean-A-Palooza is held every year! Are you a new member of Legumes Ltd. or the Society of Beanatics?

Dukermin: Both.

Woman: Oh my! We have a dedicated bean lover on our hands! I'm quite surprised that you don't know about the history of Bean-A-Palooza and BeanCo.

Dukermin: Ah yeah, I'm a notorious history-despiser. Anyway, I'm looking for a tall pretty lady.

Woman: Ah... I think I might know who you're talking about! Bean-A-Palooza is, er... not well-known for attracting pretty women. Someone came in here earlier today, and she didn't seem to know anything about beans. She said she was looking for some companions, and well, the bean community is a great place to find companionship! There's nothing more welcoming than a nice can of BeanCo. Beans, after all. We gave her free admission to the convention after that. I think she really likes our bean-based tacos. They're completely vegetarian, by the way.

Dukermin: Everything makes so much sense now. Well it doesn't. But still. Could you point me in her direction please?

Woman: Oh, I'm sorry miss, but we can't let non-attendees into the convention. Too many trade secrets, you see. But if you have your Legumes Ltd. or Society of Beanatics card, you get a member discount!

Dukermin: what does it cost to become an attendee?

Woman: *pulls out a calculator* Hm, let's see, without the discount it's 15 Loaves.

Dukermin: No one carries around that kind of loavage!! What is it with the discount?

Woman: With the discount, if you're a regular member it's 5 Loaves, but if you're a Young Beanist member, it's only 15 Slices. Those schoolkids don't make very much Bread, you know.

Dukermin: Okay, I have 2 loaves on me. So lets see here *starts pulling things out of her pocket* I know I have my cards in here somewhere *throws all her items at the receptionist, grabs Bruce, and runs past* ARTEMIIIIIIS

Bruce: 0.0

(The receptionist is stunned, and looks around. She starts to get up from her desk, but thinks better of it because what if someone else comes and then doesn't get welcomed?)

Dukermin: *runs through a doorway and closes it behind her*

(At the front of the room, some guy is running a panel on BeanCo. Beans and their value compared to Off Brand! Beans. People are seated at tables with samples of the two brands in front of them. Everyone looks very much like people who would attend a bean convention.)

Dukermin: *runs to the panelist and shouts at everyone* Have any of you seen a tall pretty lady !?!?!

Beangoers: ???

Panelist: Excuse me!! Now I don't remember where I was in my presentation. I'm going to have to start all over again!

Dukermin: It's urgent! We have reason to believe she's here to steal trade secrets about your beans!!!!

Beangoer: :O Do you mean that woman in the tall shoes who was interested in my bean-based taco recipe? She was suspiciously un-beanlike...

Dukermin: YES! WHERE?

Beangoer: I think she was down by the expo hall. She must be looking for bean recipes to copy! Or worse—she wants to plant her own beans!

Dukermin: THE ABSURDITY! Can you point me towards the expo hall??

Beangoer: I'll bring you there myself! *gets up and brings them to the expo hall*

(The expo hall is busy. There are tables in rows all across the room, each one showcasing a different bean-related product or bean company. The Helpful Beangoer looks around, then points towards one of the corners of the room, where a woman is sitting with a cone-shaped glass of water because no one gets real cups at these things.)

Beangoer: That's her!!!

Dukermin: Artemis! You are under arrest for grand beanery! *runs over to her and whispers* not really your other friends are upstairs.

Artemis, probably: Grand beanery? *sees Bruce* Oh, you found Bruce.

Bruce (and Jim): *munching on the can of beans from earlier*

Beangoer: Say... What brand of beans are those?

Bruce: *shrugs* *shows Beangoer the can, which has a weird circular logo on it that looks like a camera shutter*

Dukermin: Wow, Bruce, I can't believe you like that brand of beans. Fake fan. Anyway. We gotta get the prisoner to bean jail immediately *grabs Bruce and Artemis by the robes/cloaks and walks out*

(As you ascend from the underground bean world, you begin to feel a strange sense of being away from home. You miss the bean world already, but the feeling subsides as you get further from the bean cabinet. Nalitie, Madelynn, and Lynn have regrouped by the Christmas party.)

Dukermin: Reunited! Now, we have questions for Artemis specifically.

Artemis: If it's about beans, I don't think I'll be able to help you...

Dukermin: Naw, do you recognize that man over there? *points to Homeless Henry*

Artemis: Oh, is he the one who was made out of cheese?

Dukermin: ... Excuse me?

Artemis: Yesterday, our group went to his restaurant thinking it was a motel, and he was there on the floor melted into a puddle. I asked my staff what to do, and of course it was no help, but I realized he was made out of cheese so I put him in a bucket in the freezer so he could re-solidify.

Dukermin: So it wasn't illegal reanimation magic or necromancy?

Artemis: I'm not sure if my magic is strong enough for that. It is strong enough to keep me upright in these heels, though.

Dukermin: Henry!!! *storms over to the Bean Boyz* Why didn't you tell us you were made of cheese???

Henry: Would you like me better if I was made out of cheese?

Dukermin: It would literally not impact me at all, aside from the fact we just spent all day searching for someone thinking some crazy magic stuff was going on!

Henry: ... :(

Dukermin: I like you fine, Henry. I'm a married woman though, and I feel like if we're going to be friends you should tell me that you're made of cheese so that if you randomly MELT we don't think you're dead and can help you reform or whatever.

Henry: ... oh. Er. Yeah, I'm made of cheese. Cheddar, to be exact.

Dukermin: Thanks for telling me. BTW, the bean convention is downstairs.

Bruce: Through the bean closet!

Nalitie: ?????

Henry: Oh! Of course, because anything left of BeanCo. would have to be underground now that this opera house is here. Thank you kindly, miss. *heads down there, inviting Doug to come with him*

Dukermin: *to Artemis* So like... who are you guys and where did you come from? Our cap usually doesn't allow randoms through, and we usually know everybody who turns out to be an important character.

Artemis: Important character?

Dukermin: Nevermind that.

Artemis: Oo-kay. We're magimusicians from the distant countryside, and we were travelling to the University to present our research to the council.

Dukermin: Wow you just said a whole lotta nothing. Did like... a wormhole suck you up or something because this is definitely not a research university.

Artemis: A... wormhole?

Dukermin: Like a portal or something.

Artemis: Well, there was a weird burst of magic before we woke up again in the field. Maybe it transported us here while we were out. We were assuming it was just a field off the side of the road we'd been travelling on, but perhaps it wasn't...

Dukermin: *to Nalitie* do you suppose something has happened to the towers? Does LOGIC expire?

Nalitie: Um... not that I know of? We can go check, though.

Dukermin: Well, hey wait it's "christmas" we need to exchange gifts! We can figure this out later.

Nalitie: Oh yeah, Christmas, that's what this document was. *takes stock of the party's guests*

(Homeless Henry and Doug have gone downstairs to Bean-a-Palooza. Christine is here with Erscoga Tobias. Steven and Willy Wonka are watching the other three kids, who are napping cause it's late. Mickey Mouse is acting as the Christmas tree. Artemis, Madelynn, Lynn, and Bruce are still here.)

Dukermin: *claps hands* alright everyone, it's time to exchange gifts!

Nalitie: *grabs her pile to give out, but realizes that a bunch of people she'd planned on giving stuff to aren't there*

Dukermin: *hands poorly wrapped presents out to Nalitie, Willy Wonka, and Christine and Steven. She leaves a present by the bean door for Homeless Henry*

Artemis, Madelynn, Lynn, and Bruce: *confused about why gifts are being given out, but want to join in* *start giving people stuff out of their pockets*

Nalitie: *hands presents to those in her household* *approaches Dukermin with a medium-ish rectangular prism*

Dukermin: Open yours and then I'll open mine. *under breath* we should probably free him.

Nalitie: What

Dukermin: Just open it! And quickly!

Nalitie: *opens gift*

(a small man made ot of what looks like felt wearing a black top hat hops out of the box)

Pocket Magician™: OH THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME OUT IVE BEEN IN THAT BOX FOR TWO DAYS PICK A CARD *holds out three cards*

Nalitie: *points at one of the cards confusedly* Do... I... do you need to be like fed?

Pocket Magician™: I FEED OFF OF PRAISE AND ADULATION *flicks the card you chose into the air and the card disappears* CHECK YOUR LEFT POCKET.

Nalitie: *does that*

(a teeny tiny piece of paper is in your pocket. Amazing! It's your card!)

Nalitie: *squinting at the print* Ohh I get it, cool. Uh... *trying to figure out what to do with the Pocket Magician™*

Pocket Magician™: *begins to glow and sparkle then disappears*

(you hear a tiny voice from within your other pocket)

Pocket Magician™: I'm gonna live in here now! Let me know whenever you need to see another trick!

Dukermin: Cool right! He may be a cursed item!

Nalitie: Well, we can deal with that later if it ever comes up, thank you for the tiny man :D You should open yours now.

Dukermin: *opens the present from Nalitie*

(Inside is an old-looking book. It has a bunch of different languages on the cover: some weird scratchy runes, some weird symbols in brackets, and French, German, Italian, Latin, and English. It says it's a linguistic guide of some sort.)

Dukermin: Ooooh I don't know what this is. *opens the book*

(The book is a quick guide to the pronunciation of a bunch of different languages: the five familiar Earth languages as well as Dragon Language. It also has a quick guide to IPA symbols!)

Dukermin: Ahhh okay that's useful! Thank you!

Bruce: *sees the IPA on the cover* Oh!!! Are you practicing music magic??? Here, you'll need these!!! *gives her a handful of gold and some weird looking gems*

Dukermin: Okay! This relates somehow! *knows nothing about IPA*

Nalitie: *looking at the weird gems* IDK, those gems have IPA symbols on them I guess. I don't know what you're supposed to do with them, though. Maybe if you say the sounds it's supposed to do something?

Dukermin: *looks in the book and finds one that matches a gem* okay so.... æ

(Nothing happens.)

Nalitie: hm.

Bruce: Oh, you're supposed to mix those into spells! Here, watch. *pulls out a bunch of tokens and spreads them out on the floor, ordered into the phrase [l aɪ t]* *crushes them and stirs them into a pile, which starts glowing* See! I made light!

Dukermin: huh. That's pretty cool.

Nalitie: I... didn't know that was a way you could do magic. Uh. I just got you the book cause it had info about Dragon Language in it. Thought you could talk to Addy's dragon or something.

Dukermin: Makes sense! I wonder if magi music would work for anyone with these gems, even if they're not from wherever these folks are from.

Nalitie: Hm... Hey Christine come here!

Christine: *walks over* Yes?

Nalitie: *to Bruce* do you have more of those tokens?

Bruce: *nods and hands her a small pouch*

Nalitie: *to Christine* here, spell something. Like uh.... Water...?

Christine: ??? *takes tokens* *arranges them on the floor into the phrase/word [w a d ə]*

Nalitie: Ok now uh smash them with this I guess *hands her a heavy bean can*

Christine: Okay? *smashes them with the can*

(The shards of broken gems melt into a puddle of water.)

Dukermin: So I guess pretty much anyone can use the tokens as long as they can figure out how to do IPA. So they're more like a magic item.

Nalitie: huh, neat.

Dukermin: Welp. Now it's time for... wait a second Papyrus isn't here! I know Candle Grandma has a gift for him!

Nalitie: wait wasn't Papyrus at that concert where we found Madelynn, too? He didn't come to our party and he was the one who was supposed to send out invitations!

Dukermin: Betrayal! Let's go find him! *storms out*

(You all head back to Unnamed Park to see if the One Zillion Seconds to Devon concert is still happening, since that's where Papyrus was last.)

(You arrive at the park. The concert is over, but lots of people are still around. There's a very confused looking gentlemen with curly dark brown hair being crowdsurfed perhaps unwillingly. Everyone is chanting "Devon! Devon! Devon!" Papyrus is among them.)

Nalitie: *points accusingly at Papyrus, not noticing any of the other unfamiliar people in the crowd* There he is!

Dukermin: *races over and bumps through the crowd of people*

Devon: *gets jostled and falls down* *runs away* I just wanted to go to the concert!!!

Dukermin: PAPYRUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?

Papyrus: AH! QUEENLY HUMAN! I WAS WATCHING THESE PEOPLE SING ABOUT THAT MAN OVER THERE! *points in the direction Devon went*

Dukermin: Are you sure that was the right Devon...? Anyway! You were supposed to be at our Christmas party AND you were supposed to mail out the invitations!

Papyrus: Ah! I did, in fact, mail out invitations! I do apologize, though, for I, the Great Papyrus, could not make it. Mettaton asked me to host this concert, since he was busy helping with the situation on Pluto and could not be here to do this!

Dukermin: What situation? Why weren't we aware of the situation? That's like... our whole job.

Papyrus: We sent letters!!! Perhaps they went to the same place that the invitations went???

Dukermin: Huh? *to Nalitie* Do you think the mail system is backed up or something?

Nalitie: Hm, I haven't seen my pigeons in a while, actually. I wonder if they got lost? Sometimes they go out into Interdimensional Space and then I don't see them for a while. I knew I should have gotten some trackers...

Dukermin: We'll deal with that some other time. Papyrus, Candle Grandma has a present for you *becomes candle grandma*

Candle Grandma: *pull a heart shaped box out of her purse* Hello dearie! Merry Christmas! I got this for you <3

Papyrus: :D!!! Hello Candle!!! *takes box, opens it*

(Inside is a bunch of chocolates, some are in the likeness of Candle Grandma and Papyrus. Some are shaped like a bowl of spaghetti)

Candle Grandma: The ones shaped like us are just regular chocolates, but very handsome chocolates at that! The spaghetti shaped ones are filled with spaghetti!

Papyrus: Wowie!!! *gives her an enthusiastic hug* Er... The Great Papyrus did in fact have a present for you, but it may have gotten misplaced because of all our house guests :(

Candle Grandma: That's okay, dear. You can make it up to me by taking me out next week *winks and turns back into Dukermin*

Dukermin: Hang on, Candle Grandma just mentioned something to me about house guests... in my brain/SOUL space. It's weird also remember you owe her a date.

Papyrus: Ah! Indeed! My house is very full because of the house guests!

Dukermin: Do... do you know these house guests? No offense but I didn't realize you had so many friends...

Papyrus: I do now!!! They came to our house because they needed somewhere to stay, and they are all humans, except for one who isn't a human, and one who is a robot, and another one who is only sort of a human, but isn't a human.

Dukermin: ... Alright this is starting to concern me. Just now I'm becoming worried about this situation. Somehow this has completely blindsided us! There were no signs!

Nalitie: I'm not even sure what the whole situation is.

Papyrus: Ah! There are two of my houseguests now! They came to the concert with me!

Man in Business Clothes Holding a Bucket and Lady in Orange Pants Carrying a Metal Ball: *approach*

Dukermin: Cool bucket and cool metal ball.

Metal Ball: Oi! I have a name, you know! *rotates around; it has a like blue light that looks kind of like an eye*

Dukermin: Alright... what is your name?

Metal Ball: *to the lady carrying it* She actually doesn't know! I feel like everybody knew everybody down in Aperture, isn't that crazy that people don't know each other up here? Oh, right, *turns back to Dukermin* I'm Wheatley!

Dukermin: Umm nice to meet you. Where do you think you are right now because it is definitely not the Aperture or whatever you said. Did you come here on purpose?

Wheatley: Oh, well the uh, tall skeletal man over there said we're on a planet called Termata. We all came here together, for this concert thing, so I guess we did come here on purpose, yeah.

Dukermin: But... how did you get through the power cap? Was it through GCL?

Wheatley: I'm um. Not sure what you're on about. That guy just told us to step into this, I think he said it was a lunchbox? And it was, you know, like one of the portals, except it took a long time to go through it. Kind of weird like that, and not even orange or blue.

Dukermin: Right right, what I'm not understanding is how you came to Erscoga in the first place?

Wheatley: Ooh, what's Erscoga? Sounds like a cool kind of place.

Dukermin: ... Okay not to be rude, but are you able to just.. Go back to the aperture?

Wheatley: *makes noise I don't know the name of. Inverse s sound* Er... right, about that, I don't um, see we got out of Aperture cause of this big explosion, right? And I'm not sure how that happened, but uh. Don't want to go back there. Cause if we go back there, well, for one it might just be a big bottomless pit in the ground, but if it isn't a big bottomless pit, she will probably kill us just for coming back, you know how she is... Doesn't really want us hanging around and all that. You know. After I. Well, you know, that's not important, but what is important is that we–

Dukermin: Stop go back. she ? and a bottomless pit?

Wheatley: Oh, er, you know, the big boss lady. The one in charge. Of the whole facility. I mean, if it is still a facility, didn't blow up.

Dukermin: I literally do not know.

(The woman fishes something out of her pocket and hands it to you. It's a brochure for a science company called Aperture. Must be where they're from. She points to a section that details something called the GLaDOS project.)

Dukermin: Ooh yikes yeah I do not know how to tell this to you guys but you are in the complete wrong dimension. In fact *gestures to crowds of people that are totally unfamiliar* you are not the only ones that somehow wandered in here by accident.

Business Man: *hugs his bucket tighter in fear*

Kid, also carrying a bucket: *sees the business man's bucket* *runs up excitedly, as if to talk about buckets together, but sort of remembers something and stops, backing away awkwardly*

Dukermin: *to nalitie* So, we should probably sort out some sort of housing situation for our unexpected guests. We should hand out pamphlets for the Best Western for now. And then, we'll need to figure out if the bottomless pit thing is a trend or not, and either send these people back to their dimensions or make sure they're settled in.

Nalitie: If we could get ahold of Elma, maybe she'd be able to help. We could talk to GCL about stuff too, but I'm not sure how they're getting in? This is a lot of people, what if they just come back?

Dukermin: I'm kind of worried they may not have much to go back to if the bottomless pit thing is happening to everyone. That sounds not fun.

Nalitie: yeah... Ok, so we should get those who are here settled in somewhere, and try to stop more from coming in, and I guess figure out what's happening to see if people can even go back. Otherwise, disperse amongst the planets. How many more do you think there are? (Suddenly, you hear sleigh bells... Everyone looks into the sky, and inexplicably in the middle of May—there's Santa! And Christine! And... a whole train full of people.)

Dukermin: *Waves* Obviously there is a fair amount more!

Santa: *lands his sleigh* Merry Christmas, everyone!

Christine: *gets out and goes over to them* After you all left, these people came into the opera house looking for directions. I don't recognize any of them, though.

(The sleigh is filled with a bunch of people you've never seen: intimidating people in armor, a vampire, a lizard man carrying a gigantic sword, a yellow bipedal dog dressed like a secretary, a band of monsters, a guy in a cloak carrying a giant D20, and a young man with dark hair and black clothing with a diamond cut out of the front.)

DUN DUN DUNNNNN

(To be continued...)

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 4 years ago

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Coffee of the Week pt.2

Icon credit: @thatspookyagent

Summary: This is the second part to Coffee of the Week, where Colin takes the reader out for their date. You can read Part 1 Here

Warnings: None this is pure fluff

Word Count: 2245

"So," Mare said in a bored voice. "Have you decided where you're taking her for your date tonight?" Colin paused for a moment before answering, which confirmed Mare’s suspicions

"No I have not." Colin said, doing his best to avoid Mare's judgmental eyes.

"Really man, you had all week to think of a place."

"I know." He signed leaning back in his chair, he swiveled it to the side to face Mare. "But like where would I even take her? There's only like three restaurants in Eastown."

"Hey!” Mare said defensively. "We have four restaurants you're forgetting the KFC that's attached to the Taco Bell." Mare joked as she began to put away her papers.

'My bad." Colin smiled to himself at Mare's little joke. It seems that lately she was warming up to him, it was nice to be able to joke and talk to her like this. He watched as she cleaned up the rest of her desk.

"But seriously where are you taking her." Mare glanced at the clock on her computer screen before shutting it down. "It's already 6:30 you should be getting ready by now."

Colin glanced down at himself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"

Mare pursed her lips. "Nothing. Just forget I said anything."

"See there's another thing I have to worry about now." Colin ran a hand down his face. "I haven't even been here that long so I don't really know where is a good place to eat at.” Colin sat with his head in his hands for a moment before lifting it up, eyes glancing towards Mare. He turned slowly towards Mare, a hopeful smile on his face. "Unless you-"

"No."

"Mare-"

"No."

"If you could recommend-"

"No."

"Mare please!” He had stood up at this point and moved towards Mare’s desk, she had scooted her chair away from his approaching form, her face scrunched up at his persistent pleading. “Please tell me where to take her! I really like her and I don’t wanna mess up." Mare finally glanced over at him through the corner of her eye. He looked like a kicked puppy, he was so desperate it physically hurt her.

She sighed. "Fine." Colin's face split open in a wide smile. "Stop that." She snapped, he immediately tried to change his facial expression back to neutral but Mare could see he was trying to fight back his smile. "You should take her to the Italian restaurant that's near the center of town, one of my friends works there." She tore a piece of paper off one of her reports. "Tell her that Mare sent you and she'll make sure to give you a good table and treat you and (y/n) well." She handed the paper over to Colin.

His eagerly grabbed it and smiled widely at Mare, "Thank you so much Mare you-"

She held her hand up to silence him, pointing an accusing finger. "Don't make this into a big deal detective." Mare shrugged on her coat and made her way towards the door. "And if you tell her it's a date she'll throw in a free dessert.

"Thank y-"

"Not. A. Big. Deal." Mare slammed the door shut. Colin smiled at her fading figure, she was definitely warming up to him.

Colin’s heart was beating out of his chest as he pulled up to your house, a million thoughts running through his head. Things like was he too early? It was only 7:30 he wasn't supposed to pick you up till 8:00. What if you weren't ready, was he dressed up enough, was he over dressed?? He shook his head trying to clear all the thoughts that plagued him.

He made his way to your front door and after a few seconds of hesitation rang your doorbell. The sound of loud barking made him jump up in surprise. “I’m coming.” He heard your voice yell and the sounds of your footsteps approaching the door. You opened the door with a smile, you were holding a big fluffy dog by its collar as it strained against your hold. “Hey Colin! Sorry about him, he always barks when someone is at the door.” He glanced down at the dog, it was eagerly trying to pull its way towards him, tail wagging intensely. “Let me go put him outside. I don’t want him jumping all over you.”

With zero hesitation Colin said. “Let him go.”

“What?” You asked in surprise.

“Let him go, I wanna meet him.”

You let out a little laugh.“ Are you sure? He’s a jumper.”

“Of course!” You let go of your dog’s collar and he went barreling towards Colin, who was squatting down with his arms wide open. Your dog ran into his arms and knocked him flat on his back. You rushed forward to pull your dog back until you saw Colin laughing. Your dog was licking him all over while Colin nestled his face into your dog’s fur. “You’re such a good boy aren't you?” Colin asked as he petted your dog, your dog just wagged his tail even faster and tried to lick Colin’s face even more, you smiled at the sight

“It seems he likes you.” You giggled out.

“What’s his name?”

“His name is Tino.”

“Hello Tino, I’m Colin.” Colin shook your dogs paw introducing himself. You smiled at his antics and squatted down next to him, rubbing Tino’s soft ears in your hand. “What kinda dog is he?”

“I’m not sure, I adopted him from the center in town and no one seemed to know what kind he was.” Colin nodded at your answer and tried his best to stand back up, it was a task in itself since Tino kept trying to knock him back down. You stood up as well and let out a small laugh at Colin’s appearance. “What?” He asked. His once crisp shirt was wrinkled, and his perfectly combed hair was all tousled. He was covered head to toe in dog fur.

“I think Tino may have gotten a little bit of fur on you.” He glanced down and saw all the dog's hair sticking to him. He laughed with you and did his best to try and pick the dog hair off. ‘Wait here.” You went inside and came back with a lint roller in hand. He took it and began to roll it up and down his clothes. You moved closer to him and brushed his hair out of his face, smoothing it back into place. He blushed at the action.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yea! Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!” You laughed, it really wasn't he only really had three options on where to take you in Easttown. And you figured it wasn't going to be the Taco Bell or KFC.

The ride to the restaurant didn't take too long and in no time you two had pulled up to the place. He parked and rushed out of the car to your side. He opened your door for you and you swooned at the old fashioned action. You looped your arm through his and he led you to the door, he whispered something to the hostess and she smiled widely and quickly led you two to a table. It was almost sectioned off from the other ones, it had an aura of privacy to it. She rushed over and placed a rose in the vase at the center of the table and lit up the candles. Colin pulled the chair out for you before sitting down on his own.

He picked at the table cloth, not meeting your eyes. “‘So, did I pick a good place?’ He asked with a nervous smile.

“Mhmm, this is my favorite out of all of Easttown’s numerous restaurants.” You smiled at him coyly, he let out a little laugh.

The rest of the night seemed to speed by, you and Colin just clicked, there wasn’t a moment that wasn't filled with conversation. Either about his work or about your own, him telling stories about his current cases or you telling him about the rude customers you had gotten that day. Then it shifted towards talking about your favorite tv shows or movies. He admitted that his job didn't leave him much time to watch tv and you vowed that one of your date nights had to be a tv or movie marathon. He blushed at the insulation that there was going to be a second date.

You two had just finished off your meals when the hostess came by holding a piece of Tiramisu, you let yourself think about the irony of it. You guys had met at your coffee shop and here you were on your first date beings served a coffee flavored dessert. She set it down in front of you two. The plate was decorated with chocolate powder in the shape of a heart. You glanced down at the table and noticed Colin’s hand resting on the table, inching its way closer to yours. You closed the distance and placed your hand over his, squeezing it lightly. He smiled up at you and you returned it. He let you take the first bite of the desert, and he even let you have the last bite. He was a true gentleman through and through.

The drive home was filled with constant loving stares back and forth, your hands resting intertwined on your thigh. When you guys got back to your place you didn't want to leave the car, it had been a while since you had a date like that. One filled with so much comfort and romance, one you never wanted to end. More often that you went on dates with sleazy men that picked you up two hours late and flirted with your hostess. Which resulted in you sneaking out the bathroom window and drinking your sorrows away at the bar. But you had a feeling you wouldn't be ditching any of your upcoming dates.

Colin, being the gentleman he was, got out and went to open your door for you, much to his and your own dismay. You slid out of the seat and walked as slowly as possible to your front door. He held both your hands in his own. “This was fun.” He looked down at his shoes, not meeting your eyes, fearing you wouldn’t agree with him.

“It really was, we should do it again.” His head whipped up at your response, a smile taking hold of his features.

“How does next Friday sound?”

“LIke it’s too far away.” He blushed at your words. “But I think I can wait till then if you continue to come by every morning.”

“Well I couldn't very well start each day without the best cup of coffee in the world now could I?”

“Oh shut up.” You giggled, his heart fluttered at being able to make you laugh. What he wouldn't give to spend the rest of his life trying to make you laugh. A little warning light went off in him at that thought, was he seriously already thinking of spending his life with you. You guys had only met this week and it was only your first date. What if you thought he was moving too fast? What if you didn't want to even go out again? Wait, you had just said you wanted to go out again. He was spiraling, lost in his own thoughts. You saw his brow furrow and reached your hand out to smooth out his worry lines.

“What’s bugging’ ya detective?” His eyes widened at hearing your sweet voice address him by detective.

“Nothing, just lost in my thoughts.” His ears turned red at the realization he had just zoned out in front of you. You just giggled, moving your hand down to cup his face. He leaned into your soft touch and slowly moved his hands up to rest on your waist. He pulled you closer and you began to slowly move forward. Your lips connected, it was very soft and hesitant. You moved your other hand up to cup the back of his neck, running your fingers near the edges of his hair. The wind blew softly around you two, making your hair and his coat flutter. You pulled away and rested your foreheads together. You looked up at him through your lashes, reluctantly beginning to pull away. “Goodnight detective.”

He pulled away as well, letting his hand linger in your own, holding on to your fingertips until he couldn't anymore. “Goodnight (y/n), I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait.” You closed the door and he stayed outside your door until he heard the locks click shut. Once he knew you were safe he made his way back to the car, pumping his arms in the air, in joy.

Unknown to him you were watching his little display of happiness from your window. You did your best to suppress a fit of giggles as you sat down at the little window seat, unfastening your heels and tossing them to the floor. You tucked your feet underneath yourself and watched him get back into his car, a smile never leaving his face, and never leaving yours. You gently touch your fingertips to your lips, the lingering taste of his lips on your own. You sighed at the memory, he was going to be the death of you.

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stcveskent · 3 years ago

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with you ; steve rogers

warnings: fluff + swearing, mentions of panic attack and some old memories of harrasments (touches)

Pairings: steve rogers x reader

request on wattpad <3

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"Good morning!" Your favorite voice spoke and you turned to greet it with a huge smile on your face. It was Steve's voice.

"Good Morning Steve, how are you?" you asked as he wraps you in a warm hug which you wanted it to last forever.

"i'm great by the way, and you look gorgeous by the way!" He says and you blush, and he smiles back at you, you and him are way too stubborn to accept the fact that both of you are in love with each other.

"and you look good too, like always." You said and now it was his time to blush, you chuckled and he laughed hugging you again.

"and if you both don't kiss then i'm gonna die!!!" Tony annoyingly says looking at both of you, which results in you both pulling away and looking at him.

"what're you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be at work, when i asked you for the run?" Steve asked and Tony looks like he's been caught, which he was.

"I'll be back you two, i have some work with Nat, and Steve make sure to give a good lecture to Tony for lying!" You said and he chuckled while Tony rolled his eyes.

"Oh that i will!" He says and you smile at him, as you walk upstairs to the office where Nat called you.

You walked in and looked at Nat, who was annoyed with all the paperwork in front of her, and by that look, you knew she needed coffee, so that's what you did, brought coffee for both of you.

"Good Morning!" You said and she rolled her eyes.

"Bad Morning, Y/n, i hate this!" She said and you handed her the coffee.

"not anymore." You said and she nods

"Right, cuz you got coffee, finally!" She says and you nod. You both get to work for hours, until Steve called you on your phone.

"Sorry, i have to take this, its Steve." You said and she shoots a smirk to you, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"Hey!"

"Hey Y/n, what're you doing?"

"I was just working with Nat, and what about you?"

"Well, i am waiting for you to say Yes, so we both could go and have lunch together, and that would be tacos." He said and you smile

"Alright, we'll have lunch together."

"Come downstairs now! Its your lunch time!" He said and you smiled at how much he took care of you. You when got into work, keep forgetting to eat but he's there for you to always remind you.

"Alright, i'm coming." You said and end the conversation.

"so steve hmm?" Nat says and you roll your eyes.

"We're just friends, Nat." You said and she scoffs

"Oh sure, i'm gonna take that, you blush when you talk to him, Y/n you're so in love!!." Sarcasm evident in that reply.

"Fine i do love him,But he doesn't!" You confessed and looked down.

"we'll talk about that later, y/n, your date is waiting!" She joked

"He's not my date and Alright, see you after lunch." You said and walkwd downstairs.

Just right then, Tony calls Nat.

"What do you want?" Nat answers the call and Tony laughs.

"Y/n and Steve really need to get together, it's important!!"

"Yes okay, and what do you want me to do?"

"I'm throwing a party, push them onto eachother!!"

"I think i can do better than pushing them."

"I know, just do whatever to get them, together!!"

"Okay Tony, see you then."

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"Hey dan." You picked up the call infront of Steve, and he looked at you with a confused look.

"Hey Y/n, how are you?"

"I'm great, so where have you been, its been so long." You said, a smile over your face as you talked to your old friend.

"everything's fine, i am in New York for a few days, thought of seeing you, but you seem to be busy.."

"Oh no, we can meet, i'll tell you when i'm free."

"Right, fine!" He said as you end the conversation.

"Who was it?" Steve asked , while he eats , and you look up to him, a small smile, he never asks who it was when you got a call from anyone.

"what?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Its Daniel, my old friend, you haven't met him."

"I guess so. What did he want?"

"Wants to see me..oh wait, Tony just sent a text." You said as you looked at your phone and he looks at yours.

"Me too!" He reads the text as you do, Tony's throwing a party, he groans and smirks

"oh gosh, he's doing it again!" He says

"Well, seems like he just wants to spend some time being happy, he deserves it though." You said and he nods.

"Right!" He says and you both continue with lunch. An idea popped up, you knew you couldn't see Daniel, in between few days, so you decided to take him to Tony's party with you, and you texted him the address to which he agreed.

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finally the day comes, when you see Daniel, after four years, he looks kinda different, but happy.

"Hey!" You said and he hugs you.

"You look so gorgeous!" He compliments you and you blush, your dress was a beautiful, emerald green, satin dress.

"Thank you, and you look great too!" You said and he nods as both of you walked to Tony's Party, Talking about old times when you guys met him, and he tells you how he feels living in Italy, now.

You walk in with him, no one noticed it until you saw Nat.

"Hey" Nat comes in and hugs you and hug her back.

"You look so good today, damn!"

"Thank you so much! You look so pretty too, babe!" You said and she smiled, her eyes, are on Daniel, and back on you, as a question of who's this?

"Oh! Sorry! This is Daniel, my old friend, and Daniel, this is Natasha, my very good and best friend." You introduce them and they shake hands ofcourse.

"Nice to meet you! Steve was waiting for you..thought you might want to see him." she said

"Yes, ofcourse i'll see him in a while." You said and she nods, going next to Tony and whispered him what she just witnessed, and you were in your conversation with Daniel back again.

"We should drink." He says and you nod, before you two go get Drinks, and Steve noticed you, a feeling of jealousy taking over him, and then he looks at you, that smile, that beauty. You're always beautiful to him, but today you look extra beautiful and happy, with someone else. He clenched his jaw, and his friends sitting next to him, Bucky, Sam and Sharon, giggling over his reaction

"Oh damn! Did i just witness Steve Rogers, who is seeing the love of his life with someone else and is jealous ?" Sharon laughs and he shoot her a glare.

"seriously, I don't know how are you my friends, i could do so much better!" He said and they laughed.

"They're just friends, bud." Bucky reassures.

"Yea sure, look at him, he's being so weird with Y/n." Sam says and Steve looks at him.

"What? Y/n never wears shit like that, but with him..cap, I think you should go get her." Sam says.

"Guys chill!!! but steve go get her." Sharon says and he nods, and then he sees how touchy Daniel has become.

"Guys, give me a minute!" He says and leaves towards you.

"Daniel, i-you should leave." You said as he keeps a hand on your waist.

"What if I don't want to leave." He says coming closer, and you push him away, and Steve came towards you.

"Stop it y/n! You know i love you alot, just come here once.." he said

"Stay away! I don't like you at all! Do not touch me without my permission!" You said and he scoffs

"Do you remember prom...when you let him touch you, but not me—"

"Sto-stop!!!" You said and Steve came and looked at you, your eyes filled with tears.. and then takes his way with him.

"Hey! You better walk off, or i have to do it my way!"

"And what is your way?" He asks as Steve pushes him.

"You try to come near her one more time, you'll

Be going home on a wheelchair!"

"And who are you? Is she your whore?" Just then you ran away, and cried while Steve tried to stop you, but Daniel punched him which he stops and kicks him in the stomach, just there he falls on the ground.

"Bucky! Sam! Sharon, take your way with him, I need to go to Y/n." He says and they follow him, and he runs upstairs to you.

You in your room, cries remembering that one day, where your anxiety started.

"Y/n.." his soft voice calls you.

"Steve." You reply and he comes in, and looks at you, your eyes messed with some mascara. He comes and sits next to you, and you wipe your tears.

"hey, look at me.." he says and you look at him, still crying, and he kisses your forehead, a feeling of comfort radiates from him. Your eyes closed as you feel his warmth, which is trying to calm you down.

"shh, don't cry, you wanna tell me what happened?" He says and you nod, and he comes closer to you, and holds your hand, and you look away.

"The same thing happened on Prom , the school's popular kid showed interest in me and tried to touch me, but I pushed him away, t-they all made my fun for not liking it, I spent years recovering from it, and when i could live a normal life, it happened again." You said and burst into tears and Steve hugs you and you bury your head in his shoulder.

"Shh, Y/n, i know, i can understand, i'm so sorry honey, i'm here, I'll protect you I promise." He says and you keep hugging him, and he presses small kisses on your head.

"god! i'm so sorry, that i always bring you up in my matters, i should stop, and let you have some fun." You say pulling away.

"No y/n, i'll always choose to be next to you, I don't like anything, if there isn't you." He says, cupping your face, and you smile, after a long time that night.

"Just never lose this." He says , slightly running his fingers over your lips, which are curled in a smile.

"How about you go take a shower till i set series you might want to watch?"

"Friends?" You asked and he nods with a huge grin.

"alright! I'll be back in 5 minutes."

"Alright! Go relax." He said and you walked to your bathroom. You took a shower, relaxing yourself, but you were already relaxed because Steve made you feel so good.

After a good 5 minutes, you get changed into a baggy shirt along with some leggings.

"You are very punctual." Steve says and you smile, slowly slowly, you two get comfortable on the same couch , you laying on top of him as he strokes your hair.

The scene where Monica tries to propose Chandler is on screen, while you silently watch, a smile over both of your faces.

"You know, they're my favorite!!" You said

"I know, they're mine too!" He says, as you meet his eyes, a small smile over both of your faces.

You cup his face, and he pressed a kiss on your palm, but something told you to go for it, and then you did. You pressed your lips on his.

He was shocked at first, but immediately kissed you back, slowly and softly, and you both felt the sparks, after pulling away you and him pant slowly , and you both of you giggled softly.

"You didn't know i wanted this for so long!" He said, holding you in his arms , and kissing your head

"Me too, i-i love you." You replied and in that moment you saw him so happy, that he kissed you again, and with so much love, you couldn't describe how it felt.

"I love you too!" He said smiling, and just then, you heard bucky, along with Sam and Sharon.

"Hey Steve! That dick is out! How's Y/n?" He asked and he held you in his arms as you answered the question.

"Y/n's fine, now when she got Steve." You said and he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

squeels of excitement were heard, as soon as you said that, from them.

"Does that mean you two are together?! Oh my fucking good! Tony's gonna die!! Let's go guys, its time to spread the news!!" You heard bucky say that and both of you laughed at how much excited they were for you.

Now that you got Steve, by yourside, everything seems so good, you knew that every step which would be hard to take, he'd hold you hand through that, and you would do the same for him. You both got each other, which was all that mattered at the end.

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matthewfairchildfanclub · 4 years ago

Conversation

TSC except it's incorrect quotes and it's part 2 and it's really fucking long sorry.

Cordelia: I like your top.

James, wearing a very bright shirt: Thank-

Matthew: Thanks dude, I like you to.

Anna: Gender is a game and I have the cheat codes.

Clary, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with, uh... seven shots of espresso.

Simon, behind her: Jesus Christ, Clary, just do cocaine.

James: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Matthew: Finally.

James: No-

Izzy, on the phone with Magnus: Is it okay if I bring my weird roommate?

Simon: Would you please stop calling me that.

Clary: You sure you're sober enough to drive?

Jace: Yeah, I didn't drink anything.

Clary: Okay, go get the car.

Alec: [running after Jace]

Clary: It's okay, he's sober!

Alec: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!

Will: Jem, you have beautiful eyes.

Jem: You too.

Tessa: ...

Tessa: Did I miss something?

Will: I'm straight, I just like his eyes.

Tessa: You're gay for his eyes.

Will: Exactly!

Will: Wait, no

Lucie, walking out in a new outfit: How do I look?

Matthew: Holy shit, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Lucie: Excuse you?!

Matthew: No, not you, the thing sitting beside you.

Alastair: Fuck you.

Magnus: You sure know a lot about the law.

Julian: I do a lot of borderline illegal shit.

Cordelia: Lucie! Don't let go!

Lucie, dangling from the side of the cliff: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET GO?!

Kit: I think I forgot to sleep because I was looking at memes.

Dru: If you ever wonder why you have no friends, just remember that sentence.

Christopher: Oh, tiddlywinks.

Matthew: JUST SAY FUCK

Will: Swear words are banned in this house, if you say one you'll be grounded.

Matthew: Heck.

Will: You're on thin fucking ice, kid.

Jace: You may not know this, Alec, but I'm a flawed person.

Alec: I do know that.

Dru: [reading the exorcist]

Dru: [laughs]

Matthew: I know you can be "underwhelmed" and you can be "overwhelmed" but...

Matthew: Can you ever just be whelmed?

James: ...

Christopher: I think you can in Bulgaria!

James: I think I'm in love with Cordelia.

Grace: Congratulations! You're officially the last one to know.

Tessa: James, what are you doing here? Weren't you making spaghetti tacos with Mattew, Christopher, and Thomas?

James: Well, I was.

Tessa: ... was?

James: Well, I- it was just getting hot downstairs because of the fire.

Tessa: THE WHAT?!

(Downstairs the kitchen is completely on fire)

Christoper, looking around while Matthew and Thomas try to put the fire out with olive oil: Oh, this isn't good.

Jace: Please shut up.

Simon: Well, since you asked nicely, no.

Will: No pain, no gain!

Matthew: But I'm in constant pain and I've lost everything-

Matthew: If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my evening affairs.

James: You mean drinking wine and eating gummy bears until you pass out on a chaise?

Cordelia: Or reading Layla and Majnun and crying in the bath because they didn't deserve it?

Lucie: Or shouting your own poetry from your balcony?

Matthew: All three, in that order.

Will: What have I told you about comparing Tatiana to the devil?

Lucie: ... that it's offensive to the devil?

Jamie: These people are my friends!

Jamie: I've known them for twelve hours!

Clary: What are we gonna do?

Simon: Don't worry, you're so small they probably won't see you.

Clary: Simon, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Simon: Clary, it's never not the time, because just like you, life is short.

Matthew, drunk: Always strive to eat the stars.

Lucie, half asleep: Aren't they too hot?

Matthew: Blow on them first, idiot.

Cashier: Would you like your check?

Ty: If someone is being murdered right now it would be my alibi, but if someone gets murdered in the store they could pin it on me.

Cashier: Sir?

Ty: I want to speak to a lawyer.

Magnus: If you had to choose between Jace and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose.

Alec: Depends. How much money are we talking about?

Jace: Alec????

Magnus: Eleven cents.

Alec: Sold.

Jace: ALEC?!!??!?!

Alastair: Cursing is for those who have a limited vocabulary.

Matthew: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, captious, presumptuous, motherfucker.

Clary: Hey, uh, maybe we need Simon's help with this one?

Jace: I would literally rather die.

Cristina: Name a way to be nice to people.

Kieran: Don't stab them.

Cristina: ...

Cristina: Setting the bar a little low but I'll allow it.

Tessa: Where have you been?

Will: Emotional hell.

Kit: I made you all of you into Sims, look.

Jace: Where are you?

Kit: I'm in the grave in the backyard.

Jace:

Clary:

Jace: Put me there to.

Clary: Oh my god-

Emma: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Zara: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot, like, three weeks ago.

Emma: I did that on purpose, try again.

Matthew: Will, did you know "thot" means "thoughtful person."

Will: Really? I did not know this modern slang.

(later)

Will: Thank you for helping me with the stables, Tessa, you're such a thot.

Tessa, wheezing: I'm a WHAT?

Julian: [choking]

Kit: I'm trying to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Dru: Just flip your phone upside down and use the 6.

Julian, stopping his choking for a second: What the fu-

Emma, getting in the front seat: Alright, is everyone ready to go?

The Blackthorns: Yep!

Emma: Okay, let's go.

(looks into the mirror to see Zara running after the van)

Emma: [whispers to herself] Goodbye you little shit.

Cordelia: What the hell is going on??

Matthew: Oh, great, you heard my cry for help.

Cordelia: You mean your girly scream?

Matthew: I MEAN MY CRY FOR HELP

James: The risk I took was calculated.

James: But holy shit am I bad at math.

Izzy and Magnus: [getting arrested at a protest]

Cop: Fake ID's, fake credit card. Got anything on you that's real?

Izzy: My tits.

Magnus: My ass.

[in a group chat]

Dru: Adding "lmao" does not hide your pain.

Kit: Yeah it does lmao.

Matthew: Excuse me, who made James the boss of the group.

Christopher: You did.

Thomas: You said, "James should be the boss".

Lucie: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Cordelia: And then you made him a plaque that says, "Boss Of Us".

Anna: And put little sparkles all over it.

Matthew: ... All valid points.

Matthew: And once again, James and Matthew save the day.

Lucie: You didn't do anything.

Thomas: It was all James.

Matthew: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

Jem: I am not "too nice"!

Will: Jem, you apologized-

Jem: I have manners!

Will: -to the waiter who spilled soup on your lap.

Kit: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kit: [punches a wall]

Kit: Take me to the hospital.

Julian: People ask me how I handle the rest of my family so easily.

Julian: The truth is, I don't.

Julian: I have no control over them.

Julian: I walked into the house today and Mark shot me in the neck with a nerf gun.

(At a New Years Eve party)

Alec, to the TMI gang: I would like to make a toast!

Alec, raising his glass: I cannot believe we have gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery.

Alec: Cheers!

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ A LOT OF WORK TO DO ❜

with Marcus Álvarez.

Request: What about Marcus tryna set one of the Mayans up with reader, but she likes Marcus so she says no but doesn't give a reason, then eventually she admits she only has eyes for him??

BY @chibsytelford

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 2.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on Google.

Masterlist.

“I think you are his type, Coco”. Marcus says, making the crew break into laughs.

“Nah, Padrino, we're just friends”.

“You're the only one which she goes around, hermano”. Angel adds clicking his tongue, before having a sip from his drink. “(Y/N) has been working here for the last year, and we don't know if she's ever had a single boyfriend”.

“Maybe sh—”.

“Believe me, she's not”. Bishop shakes his head laughing, stopping as soon as you come into the clubhouse.

“What's that funny?” You say, noticing the silent installed between all the Mayans.

“We think that… Coco and you should have a formal… date”. Marcus says, having a drag from his cig.

Licking your lips while you take off your bag to place it over the bar, you turn at him somewhat frowned. Rubbing your eyes with two fingers and a snort stuck on your throat, you cross both arms on your chest. You're a little tired of having to hear bullshit like that, plus, that they don't understand that between men and women could exist a healthy friendship.

“He's just my friend”.

“I said so, mami”.

“Look, we just say it for your good, mija, don't be angry”.

“For my good, stop talking 'bout shit you don't know, trying to push me into every fucking man that comes by that door. Because, surprise! Maybe I'm already in love with someone else, since the day I met him, but he's so, so, so fucking dumb that he hasn't noticed it yet”. Their mouths drop to the floor with widened eyes. “I could fucking wear a poster saying it and, even then, he wouldn't notice”.

Now, you're pissed off by Marcus' attitude. You were fine with the idea of not being the kind of girl he wants by her side. Maybe too young, maybe too curious, maybe too energetic. But seeing him trying to push you into another man gets you out of your calm. Frowning at them and making sure they're not going to say anything else, you just nod before crossing the hallway to your room, so you can change your clothes to start working at the scrapping.

Once that you're ready you step out from the dorm, tying your hair on a high pony-tail and keeping your rings inside a pocket. When you're back in the bar, you find some of Vicki's girls already there, hanging with the guys. But who gets your attention is that bitch that is always around Marcus, trying to catch the opportunity, now sitting on his lap and laughing at his shit.

“Look at you, Padrino, you're the one who never loses time”. You say with a bitter and sarcastic tone of voice, confusing him as you were waiting for.

Leading your steps towards the main office, greeting Chuckie with a gentle hug, you begin your work. It's too hot outside and having to do an inventory of the new cars that came during the last month, you decided to wear your black cap on your way to the last rows of scrap. You can't avoid thinking once and again about what happened some minutes ago, trying to not imagine that maybe it's not the first time the crew has that conversation. Marcus looked so participative that it's starting to hurt you somehow. Shaking your head, you start to write down the license plates and car models, in addition to the color.

Placing the notebook under your arm, you have a sip from the bottle of water, resting your back against a car in the shade. Bowing your head down, closing your eyes for a second, you hear a throat being cleared close to you. His scent is so unmistakable that you don't need to look at him to know who is.

“How can I help you, Padrino?” You ask, raising your opened eyes towards him.

“We didn't want to bother you, mija”.

“If this is an apology… Cool, I don't need'et”. You just reply pursing your lips.

“We were kidding”.

“It didn't seem like”. You're trying to keep calm, standing up to continue with your task, so you can go back to the office.

“I assumed it's one of us”. Stopping dead your steps, you turn around with a raised eyebrow.

“Déjalo, ¿sí? No voy a platicar contigo de ello”. (Forget it, okay? I'm not going to talk with you about it).

“Así que se trata de mí”. (So it's about me). He can't help but chuckle, placing his hands tangled under his abdomen.

Narrowing your eyes with your heart about to dead, you give him your back sighing, writing down the numbers from a red Mustang almost destroyed.

“Maybe I noticed something, but I thought it was just an illusion. So I didn't care”. With that confession, Marcus gets your attention. “When you know I'm coming, you use that perfume that smells like heaven”.

“I use it everyday”.

“No, you don't”. He laughs somewhat loud, feeling your cheeks burning. “Because when you don't know that I'm coming, you don't use it. And when you walk around me, I notice it. And that really fucks me up, because I love that smell”.

“Mere coincidence”.

“C'mon, reina. You can't lie to me”. He's walking closer in the meantime that he speaks, stopping him with a corner of your notebook pressing his chest.

“I have work to do, Padrino”. You just say, not knowing why the hell you don't jump into him. “As soon as I finish, as soon as I can leave”.

“Good, but you didn't say ‘no’”.

“'Bout what?”

“About that it's me who you are in love with”.

“Work. To. Do. Padrino”. You repeat, pointing his chest this time.

“Don't worry. I am going to be waiting for you at the office, until you finish your ‘work to do’”.

You have been praying all the prayers you know, going upstairs, to not find Marcus there. Talking about your feelings is something you're not used to, and less with someone like him, who looks like he's about to shoot you or something like that. Opening the door, you can sigh alleviated when you notice that it's empty, just like the bathroom. Taking off the cap and rubbing your forehead with the back of your left hand, you leave the notebook over the desk.

“DID YOU FINISH?”

The scream behind you makes you, literally, jump. You turn at him, throwing your cap straight to El Padrino. But you get a little self-absorbed hearing his laugh, a childish one. That laugh is so natural that bristles your skin and gives you some chills.

“Pinche cabrón…” (Fucking asshole). You mumble, frowning.

“Did you finish, or not?”

“You're so fucking annoying…”

“C'mon… You like to have my attention, don't you?”

“Jeez, stop”. You almost sob covering your face with both hands.

“Not until you accept to have a date with me”. He says chuckling yet, grabbing your wrists looking for your eyes. “You, me, my bike, the road, some mexican food… I think it's a good plan”.

“Okay…” You just say wrinkling your nose ashamed, without being able to believe that it is really happening.

“You don't sound excited, reina”.

“I'm trying to not die because of my nerves”.

“Good, work on that! I will pick you up tonight, if you are still alive, of course”.

No, you weren't expecting him to take you to a restaurant. He doesn't look like that kind of man, and you're more basic than that. And he finds out that you preferred that date, than another, when he sees the happy look installed on your face carrying a box full of different tacos. Sitting on a picnic table, you open it, to place it between both over the wood. You're really hungry and that food smells so good, that you can't wait to have a small piece from one of them under his eyes and a funny smile on his lips.

“Why didn't you tell me anything?” Marcus asks you, offering you a beer and having a sip from his.

“You always have… that shitty face scaring the shit outta me”. You smirk, trying to not laugh while finally grabbing a taco with a napkin under it, to not stain your clothes if something falls from it.

“I do—”. He can't help but chuckle without finishing talking, shaking his head.

“Oh, look at me, ‘El Padrino’!”. You tease him with a high-pitched voice, having a bite from your food. He laughs again and you're falling a little more every time he does it.

“I have an imagen to maintain”. Looking at him with both eyebrows raised, chewing your food with your mouth closed, the man bites his taco pretending that he doesn't enjoy that facet of rude man.

“For sure, macho alfa”. You chuckle spreading some lime over the taco in your hand. “So, why didn't you? Why didn't you… tell me anything?”

“The age? The distance? The risk?” Marcus asks leaning slightly over the table, without taking off his eyes from you. “I thought I was going crazy, until I noticed that thing you do with your perfume”.

“I don—”.

“Don't try to lie to me again, reina”.

“Maybe I did something”. You finally recognize, pursing your lips a little ashamed.

“Más sabe el diablo por viejo, que por diablo”. (This old dog knows all the tricks). He laughs nodding, seeing you licking your bottom lip after catching you.

“So… now what?” Having a sip from your beer, you ask with feigned innocence.

“I have to come back tomorrow to Oaktown, but I think I will be here next Monday”.

Nodding and grabbing another taco, giving it a bite in silence, you place your gaze on it. Knowing that you're having a good dinner but that he's going to leave again, makes you feel a little insecure about the fact that he could think about it being separated from you, and take the decision that it's better if you're not related. All these time falling in love more every day, for nothing. You also know that in Oakland still living his ex-wife and that's an added problem, because they have a good relationship. And you don't want it to change, but, what if after this night he sees that it's better to come back with her?

All these paranoias are oppressing your chest, keeping in mind that anything of these things wouldn't have to happen. That it's only inside your head. His hand getting tangled with your free, brings you back to reality, drawing a fleeting smile on your lips because of his unexpected caresses on the back of it with his thumb.

“I will be more time here, so I will see you often”. He just says, being somewhat aware of what's happening inside you.

“That sounds… good”. You recognize then, hoping that it's really true.

On your way back home, your arms are surrounding tightly his waist, as if you didn't want him to leave. And actually, you don't want to. More afraid of not coming back to you, that getting hurt for a dispute with someone. Your cheek is resting against his back, closing your eyes and focusing your senses on the buzz the engine produces, and on his scent, totally enraptured. But very much to your regret, the road comes to an end, reaching your destination. Parking the bike on the sidewalk in front of your house, you jump out from his bike, taking off the helmet a little cheerlessly. Leaving a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you purse them turning at your home for a second, while he gets up from the motorcycle.

“I live there…” You say, looking for an excuse to extend the evening.

“Yes, I know”. He chuckles taking off his helmet too, and placing both over the seat, watching him brushing his messed hair with three fingers.

“What time are you leaving?”

“In five hours, I think. We have like nine hours of road ahead”.

“Shit… and I'm here distracting you”. You whisper, rubbing your forehead. “Go to sleep, I wouldn't like to hear that you had an accident because you were tired”.

“I'm used to”. He just says, before placing both hands on your neck, leaning forward to kiss you.

And you know you're about to die, running out of air tangling your fingers in the folds of his jacket. His lips are moving so slow that it's a pleasant torture for you, tasting them as if you had all the time in the world to do it. You couldn't get tired of kissing him. Not now that you finally are doing it. His tongue settles itself among your lips, finding yours, as you push him closer with a soft plaintive moan drowning into his mouth. You really love Marcus, and now you're more scared than never. Pulling himself away from you, but leaving one last kiss in your cheek, you can't help but hug him. Sinking your nose into his neck, the mexican gently caresses your hair.

“I promise I will be back on Monday. And the first thing I will do it's come to see you and make it up to you, for being so far”.

“I hope so”. You mutter. “If I have waited for a year, I can wait for some more days… But come back, please”.

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hailbop1701 · 4 years ago

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Welcome back to Prompt Wednesday everyone! We have prompt #42 chosen by @fandoms-and-sunshine!

Fandom: Almost Human

Type: John Kennex X Reader

Whiskey Business

Word Count: 2,424

Okay so this was supposed to be crack-ish but it ended being pure angst. 👀😅 I hope ya'll like it and please don't mind the typos I have no beta for these! Please note the reader is a paramedic in this and I don't know what they do day in and out. So if I got things wrong or it sounds a little off I'm sorry! I also wanted to say thank you to those who are Paramedics/EMS and firefighters. You guys do so much and I feel you should be recognized more often!

-H❤🖖

The day had been long and exhausting both emotionally and physically. Huffing out a frustrated breath still pent up on adrenaline and anger you took another big swig of whiskey. The bottle was half gone and you gave up on using a glass a while ago. Lifting the bottle you took another swig hoping to wash out the nasty taste that day’s events left you with.

Your day started out like any other. It was rather dull until a call came in for a bad car accident downtown. You and your partner took the call and made it record time,

“Traffic laws don’t apply to us,” your partner Jinnie tried to convince you as she hopped over the median strip. The rig jangled and bucked but was otherwise unharmed, you couldn’t help but laugh at her insanity and roll your eyes.

“Marcus is going to kill you one of these days!” you chuckled thinking about your boss who wore a permanent scowl. Jinnie smirked and winked like she knew a funny joke and couldn’t wait to tell you the punch line, “Marcus and I have an understanding!” she giggled. You wrinkled your nose and shook your head, “Nasty Jin, just no,”

She cackled as she made a sharp left turn; outside the rig, horns blared and honked, curses were thrown at you from afternoon commuters out hunting for a quick lunch. “Hey don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Jinnie said wickedly. You let out a pained groan and made a dramatic gagging sound,

“Never gonna go there Jin, Marcus reminds me of my uncle Artie, who by the way is one pill away from the nuthouse, “ you said bracing your hands against the dash as the ambulance screeched to a halt at the call. The intersection held four smoking damaged beyond repair cars. One of which was overturned with blood coloring the windshield. Jinnie threw open her door tossing a “Call for backup” over her shoulder.

Picking up the radio you made the call ordering more ambulancs and for police to hurry their collective asses up. Looking up you saw Jinnie climbing into the overturned car with her kit. Cursing you saw the crowd getting bigger and pushing their way closer to the scene. Tossing your radio to the side you kicked open your door the rest of the way-

The doorbell rang bringing you back to your dingy apartment. Safe, alive, and curled up on the couch clutching onto a now almost empty bottle like it was a lifeline. The doorbell rang again repeatedly like the person in the hall was trying to play chopsticks with the ringer; hissing in annoyance you set the whiskey bottle down noisily on the glass coffee table and stumbled toward the door. Blinking away the cotton and shaking the blurriness away you reached your front door without too much incident. Staring at the doorknob intently for a few seconds you waited until there were at least three of them, only then you decided to guess which one was the real one.

Swinging the door open you blinked and glared at the moronic soul who dared disturb your grief-induced drinking binge. There stood John Kennex holding two large bags in his hands; you knew John easily enough. The two of you would run across each other often at scenes, whether they were accidents or not so much. You were actually one of the ones who kept John alive on the way to the hospital after the raid. That had been a bad day, just as bad as this one was. He contacted you again sometime after he woke up from his coma, the two of you have been hanging out and getting closer ever since.

John pressed his lips into a thin line the both of you silent and appraising each other,

“Are you sober?”

you scoffed at the dumbass question, with a roll of your eyes you responded like any other time he’s asked you something dumb. You gave him the most smart-ass reply your whiskey drenched brain could come up with at that moment.

“I’m moderately functional,”

John breathed out a heavy sigh catching the strong whiff of alcohol and depression coming from you. “I’ll take that as a no,” he muttered pushing his way into your apartment, you scowled at his back as he disappeared into your kitchen.

“Please come right in,” you slurred dramatically bowing, gesturing for your imaginary friends in the hallway to join you. Slamming the door shut you carefully work your way to where John was rummaging around in your cupboards, you mumbled obscenities under your breath and made your way back to the living room where your bottle sat waiting for you.

It was gone, “John what the actual fuck!” you whined stomping your taco slipper-clad foot down angrily. John shot you a grimace from the kitchen as he pulled down plates and grabbed forks, “You don’t need anymore, besides there was like a sip left so I drank it,”

“Dick move Kennex,” you growled flopping down on the couch. The offending man gave you a sad smile, he walked in holding two plates piled high with Chinese food and balanced two bottles of soda under his arms. Pitying the poor struggling man you took the sodas from him so he could set down the plates. Sighing John flopped into the couch next to giving you a cheeky smile,

“You brought me food,” you mumbled looking at the takeout confused. John hummed cracking open your soda and forcing it into your hands so you get something else in you other than cheap whiskey. Taking an automatic swig of the sugary beverage you winced at the change of pace.

“Why?”

Your question threw him off guard a little; fork half-way to his mouth with noodles hanging off of it he looked at you like he was choosing his words carefully. John set his plate down and turned to face you, “Because you’re my friend (Y/N) and you’ve lost somebody. You shouldn’t have to be alone and I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be drinking with a concussion,” he said adding the last part offhandedly.

Your ears still rang and the pounding in your head -now that he’s reminded you- hurt like hell. But that’s not what made you flinch; what you’ve spent hours working to forget was flooding all back.

The smell of gas unmistakable, your eyes searched the ground and around the other cars as you worked to stabilize a teen girl in an old Prius at the front of the pack. “Is everything okay?” the girl moaned out watching your darkening face, her own expression melting into one of panic. Turning back to her you give her a shaky reassuring smile,

“Yeah, I just need you to hold still for me, okay?” The girl returned the shaky smile, her lips trembling, tears streamed down her face. You shushed her gently as you put a neck brace on her, “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Gwen, my-my name is Gwen,” she croaked, sniffing trying to put on a brave face. You gave her another smile trying to keep the apprehension from your voice. The smell of gas was getting stronger by the second.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gwen, my name is (Y/N),”

“I can’t move my legs,” Gwen whimpered struggling, you immediately stopped her.

“Gwen I’m gonna need you to hold still for me hun,”

The girl whimpered again in both fear and pain, “I just want to go home,” she cried tears flowing again. You nodded, “I know sweetheart, I know. We’ll get you out soon,” you promised and internally winced. Never make promises.

Looking over your shoulder you saw Jinnie loading up your rig’s gurney. She looked at you and gestured to your surroundings in question. The lack of other ambulances and police were getting tiresome. You shook your head and gave a shrug; Jinnie huffed and talked into the comm that was on her vest.

“(Y/N) I can smell gas, is that bad? That’s bad, right?” Gwen sobbed struggling against the steering wheel again. Her legs were pinned and you were going to need the fire department to get her out. Feeling helpless you tapped your comm.

“Jin, where’s the FD? We’re going to need sand ASAP,” you kept your voice even and without the panic you were feeling. Gwen started breathing hard; the beginnings of an anxiety attack.

“Gwen I need you to breathe, I can’t have you passing out on me now,” your voice seemed to soothe the girl so you kept going. Taking her hand you talked about anything and everything until her breathing was under control again. The sound of screeching tires and sirens pulled you from a story about your older brother, some firecrackers, and a little too much hooch. You heard Jinnie in the background berating anyone who would stop and listen to her,

“Where in hell have you been?” her voice carried over the chaos. Looking in the side mirror you saw your best friend and partner shouting at another paramedic, who was shrinking back from the small woman. A firefighter was jogging up to you holding his helmet in place,

“What do you need?” he asked breathlessly, giving you a flirty smile. Any other time you would have been flattered but right now you were just pissed off. “Sand and her legs are pinned,”

At your tone of voice, the firefighter shrunk back a little and cleared his throat nervously. Hastily he spoke a few orders into his comm. Peering into the car the man muttered to Gwen that he was going to get her out of there by supper time. ‘Should have been earlier than that,’ you thought sourly.

“(Y/N) I need your help over here!” Jinnie called waving a hand wildly. Biting your lip you tuned back to Gwen, “I’ll be right back okay Gwen? I’m going to be right over there,” you pointed in the direction of a group of ambulances. Gwen sniffed and nodded watching the firefighter work on pulling the driver’s side door open.

You were a good twenty feet away when you heard a startled scream. Whipping around you saw Gwen’s car on fire; the firefighter struggled and fought with the car door trying to desperately get it open.

“(Y/N)!” the girl screamed and before you knew it the fire spread to the cab. Gwen screamed in terror and pain as the fire engulfed the vehicle. You surged forward without thinking to try and help but a pair of arms stopped you from doing any further. Screaming out the girl’s name you elbowed the person who had a hold of you. Before you could run forward you were pushed back by an explosion.

Landing on your back you looked up at the cloudless blue sky in a daze, someone was calling your name repeatedly but they seemed too far away to understand.

“-(Y/N), I need you to calm down for me, okay?”

The touch and sound of John pulled you back gasping. His hand held yours to his chest over his heart, it fluttered but beat steadily under your touch, his breathing even. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged softly as your own breathing slowed to match his. He rattled on about this, that, and the other thing. Your mind started to function almost normally again as he talked about how Dorian kept tuning into Korean radio.

Tears streamed down your cheeks making him stop mid-sentence, scooting closer to you he slowly wrapped his arms around you. You stiffened in his for the briefest moment before breaking down.

It was quite sometime later when you finally sat up and rubbed away any traces of tears and snot. “I’m sorry,” you whispered embarrassedly, eyeing the wet patch on his shirt. John waved it away his eyes searching your for any sign of panic or distress,

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmured gruffly, grabbing your discarded soda from the coffee table. You frowned at the offering, ‘When did I put that down?’ you questioned taking the beverage. Uncapping the soda you took a decent swig, the bubbles cleared your head a bit more. John stood and grabbed both of your still full plates and headed to the kitchen. You watched as he put them in the microwave one at a time. His gaze would flit to you every few seconds or so just to make sure you were still okay.

Getting up you wandered over to him, pulling your sweatshirt tighter around yourself you give him a sad grateful smile. “Thank you,” you had said it so softly that he almost didn’t catch it.

John pushed off the counter wrapping you into another hug, this one you fully returned. You both swayed to the hum of the microwave the smell of Chinese drifting through the air. John rested his chin on the crown of your head humming softly. “Tiny Dancer,” by Elton John you guessed by the tune.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how out of tune he was. “Don’t ruin the song, John,” you murmured into his neck. His chest vibrated as he laughed, his fingers gently carding through your hair. “I’m not that bad,” he defends half-heartedly. You shook your head and pulled back just a little to raise an eyebrow. Upon seeing your expression John huffed and nodded,

“I’m that bad,” he agreed.

The microwave beeped signaling that the food was finally heated up and ready to eat. But neither of you wanted to pull away. Grumbling you glared at the offending machine mentally willing your food to float across the kitchen to where you were standing. When nothing happened you cursed at it instead,

“Damn, the struggle is fucking real,” you sighed stepping away from John to retrieve your food. Picking up his plate John followed you back into the living room, he grabbed the remote for your TV and flicked it on to an old classic movie. The Jurassic Park theme echoing throughout the room made you smile in nostalgia.

Sitting down you easily molded yourself into John’s side and for the rest of the night that’s where you stayed. You knew everything was going to be alright, even if your heart still ached for Gwen and the firefighter who you never knew. You accepted that you were going to be upset for a long time because of what happened but you were at least not going to be alone.

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The Partner / Chapter Eight, "The In Between"

Word Count: 6.1k words / Story Masterlist / Read The Assistant / Read on Wattpad / Song: Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses (click to listen)

P.S. - Next chapter will be coming on March 23rd, but I only know this because I've written it already :P Otherwise, I know that they are pretty random which I'm sorry for. Thanks for reading!

"People live with things they don't talk about hidden in their heart."

- Un-Go アンゴ

There, I stop, because I realize what I’ve done. I hear it in my words and in her weeping, the step that I shouldn’t have taken. Without knowing, I spoke in present tense, and knew that I’d only made it worse. It reminded us of what we couldn’t have- what we wouldn’t have. What should’ve been. Should be.

Her head shook from side to side, although belatedly. Her cries had quieted at moments too, that is until her head dove back against my chest, and they returned. I held her there, pressing my lips to her head and closing my eyes, being sucked back into my thoughts. The should’ve-beens made a regretful comeback, and as each one paid a reminder to me, so did a tear down each cheek.

Two Weeks Earlier

Despite the sunshine pouring in through the window, the sight of the glittering snow outside my window chilled me to the bone. Wrapping my arms around myself didn’t help as the cold seeped in through my cardigan.

“Cold, again?” somebody chuckles from over my shoulder.

“Yeah. God, can you turn up the heat in this place, or what?”

“I dunno, you’ve already had me turn it up three degrees t’day. Not sure my Dad brain will allow me anymo.’ Yer gonna make me heatin’ bill skyrocket here soon.”

“Harry,” I giggle, looking behind me to catch his face just in time for him to surprise me with a hug from behind. “Come on, the baby and I are cold. You better soon, or else I’m buying a space heater for my office.”

“Yer gonna be usin’ that kid as an excuse fer ev’rythin.’ Arentcha, Becks?” a shiver runs down my spine at the feeling of his beard against my temple, but it doesn’t compare to his freezing hands on my stomach.

“Yes, because are you trying to make me turn into an icicle with those hands of yours?”

“What, I jus’ got back from lunch. ‘s winter outside, don’t y’know?”

“Wow, I had no idea,” I reply snarkily with a nod to my window before us.

“Watch it, sassy pants, or ‘ll keep those churros fer myself.”

The scoff is already curling my lips when I turn around, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would,” Harry contests, raising a brow at me until it all dissolves into his wheezy laughter. “Hey, put that pout away, sweetheart.”

“Don’t try to butter me up, mister,” I mutter, turning away from his waiting arms. His tongue clicks in response but I ignore it, starting for my phone that rings.

“Becks, I was only kiddin.’ Y’know I wouldn’t take away yer churros, love, they’re yer favourite,” he begins, but for some reason that really annoyed me. It doesn’t help when he takes hold of my hand, rooting me to the spot. “Hey, Crabby Pants, yer phone can wait. They can leave a message, but I wanna talk t’ my fiance.”

“What?” I mumble, facing him at last. The corners of his lips lift, and his contagious happiness is hard to resist.

“‘m sorry fer teasin’ you. ‘ll see ‘bout turnin’ tha heat up on this side, and yer churros are waitin’ in me office. ‘d never deprive my baby’s mum o’ her favourite food. No, not my wifey.”

“You better not,” I sigh, giggling against his lips when they press to mine. The gold flecks in his sage-colored irises catch the light when he looks down at me. Sometimes, I still wonder how the sunshine on his face could all be for me.

“I won’t,” Harry hums, reminding me of his own little ray of sunshine when his hand comes to my belly. “Ya should be careful with those churros, I think yer startin’ t’ show.”

“Am not.”

“Are to. Ya had a li’l bump this mornin’ when we were gettin’ ready. I saw it in tha mirror in tha bathroom when you were changin.’ Cutest thing I ever did see,” he coos, painting my face in thick strokes with that radiant smile of his. “Boobs are gettin’ bigger and bum too. ‘m likin’ this whole pregnant thing on you mo’ and mo’ ev’ry day.”

“Of course, you are,” I whisper, feeling the smile drain from my lips when the light catches it. The doctor said they’d fade with time, but three months on and the pink lines still won’t let me forget that nightmare I can’t escape. I saw them every day, in the shower with him or when I watched him get dressed beside me in the bathroom. The mornings when I woke up before him and dragged a finger across his tattoos. He was lucky that none of them were ruined by the numerous stitches, but they got by unscathed. I just wish I could say the same for everything else, for me.

“Hey, where’d that pretty smile go?” Blinking, I focus my gaze back on the dimples that fall into his cheeks.

“Your scars, they’re still . . ,” my train of thought disappears, because it’s nothing that I haven’t said before.

“Still there. I know, they jus’ don’t go away, buggie.” Frowning, his words sink in, but for maybe the fifth time. With a huff, I distract myself with the cream tie dotted with blush flowers that he picked out today. “Hey you, dontchu roll those pretty eyes at me.”

“I’m not.”

“But you are. ‘s it ‘cos somebody hasn’t had her churros yet this week?” his whiny voice grazes my ears from above. It’s difficult, but I control my lips and busy myself with picking a loose thread from his tie. “Becks, I see that smile,” he continues in a mocking tone, and soon I’m giggling against his neck as his nose drags along mine.

“‘Kay, baby, ‘m gonna go and grab yer lunch befo’ my meetin’.”

I whisper a ‘thanks’ against his lips before watching him disappear into the hallway. It’s not often, but my office is quiet, absent of the constant sounds of keys clicking, phones ringing, and a certain somebody being quite good at distracting me. Crossing the room, I plop down in front of my computer. The new messages showing on the side jump at my attention, but what grabs it is the picture frame beside it. With a smile that makes my cheeks ache, I pick it up to admire for the tenth time today. I’m sure that I’ll hit one hundred here, sooner or later.

“Think I like yer frame better, y’know.”

“Really?” I respond, lifting my eyes to Harry who sets down a greasy taco bag on my desk, a protein shake on the side. Don’t even get me started on how he’s already the nagging Dad.

“Ya, like the color and phrase better,” he notes, making me squirm from his hand on my side. It’s forgotten when it travels over to my belly, the exact place I hadn’t realized I’d laid a hand on too. “Can hardly believe it’ll be four months in two and a half weeks. We’re almost halfway there.”

“I know, it’s crazy to me.”

His mumbled agreement comes as I trace the lines of our baby’s profile over the frame’s glass partition. The same frame had sat on my desk for a while now, often updated with the newest sonogram picture after our latest ultrasound. One similar to it sat on Harry’s desk too, both a present from him. Several more occupied our fridge, phone lockscreens at times, and I’m sure in similar forms at both of our parents’ houses.

“Me too. I can’t wait tho,’ t’ be a dad.”

I didn’t think that my smile could get any bigger, but when I tip my head up to look at Harry hovering there, somehow it does.

“You’re going to be the best daddy.”

Sunshine fills every inch of his face, especially in the dimples caved into his cheeks. I hope our baby has those. Please.

“Why thank you. I feel rather lucky my kids get t’ have such a wonderful mummy too,” he notes with a quick wink, sponging a kiss to my forehead warmly. A few moments pass of admiring the picture until his voice interrupts my thoughts again. “Yer sure ‘s okay ‘m helpin’ My’ with that case in Bedford comin’ up?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“Won’t miss me too much, will you?”

Now, I don’t even bother to hide the way that I roll my eyes at him, accompanied by a sound of disgust. His nose wrinkles before his face creases in annoyance.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” I almost retort with a joking tone, until I melt at the way he rubs his nose against mine in what some call a kiss. “We’ve been over this, Harry, it’s fine. Skye can stay the night with me if I get lonely, or something. I know an opportunity to have another win against your arch enemy can’t be passed up.”

This time, I really stumped him. It brings a song to my lips, because it’s not often that I get to surprise him anymore. Sometimes, I miss those days, but I’d never go back to them. No, we didn’t have the sweet honeymoon period of first meeting, it was the total opposite. I’d never give up where we’d finally gotten to now, engaged and expecting a baby in a little over five months.

“He ‘s not.”

Still, the crease between his eyebrows remains and I only want to laugh more, “Is too. Malakai Watters is your arch enemy, Harry. You’ve been griping about him since I first met you, no excuse about it is going to work on me.”

Shaking his head, I already hear the argument coming my way, “Watters ‘sn’t my enemy, you silly one, he never has been. ‘ve never had any enemies.”

“Lies and more lies. I’m pretty sure we were enemies once, but you’ll excuse that one too.”

“Eh, I think I can agree with that one,” his face has relaxed and so has his shoulders that rise and fall softly. The green in his eyes lights up when he cracks a laugh from above, despite still being upside down for me. At last, he spins me around and pins me with his hands planted on my armrests. He always has to hog those, at movies and in the car. “Enemies? I dunno ‘bout that word, but you drove me bloody mad in the beginnin,’ so much so ‘s a wonder ‘m marryin’ you now. Wouldn’t have believed anybody if they’d told me back then you’d become my bride. Snotty li’l Holte, me personal assistant.”

“Harry!” comes my exclamation, and like always, followed by his innocent giggle. Innocent, my ass.

“Hey, you were jus’ as guilty, Becks, don’t go denyin’ it. You did everythin’ in the fuckin’ book t’ push me buttons.”

I’m laughing before him and unsure of how to stop until grabbing hold of his neck to press my lips to his. His laugh buzzes against my mouth, cinnamon sugar sticking to his lips. That little churro thief. The gold in his eyes is sparkling when we separate, my cheeks aching once more.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” my question comes in a mumbled sigh, eyes darting between his reddening cheeks and glistening eyes. Wait, what? “Harry, why are you crying?”

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am t’ have you tho’?” Giggling for a reason I don’t know why, I lose myself in those neverending greens for the hundredth time.

“Perhaps, but another time wouldn’t hurt my ego.”

A wry titter escapes his lips for just a second when the first tear glides down his cheek. One that I immediately catch with the pad of my thumb.

“No, I mean it. We fought like cats and dogs when we first met, and we hated each other,” he goes on in a voice leaking of that molasses once more. Mine begin to part until his terse shaking head tells me ‘no.’ “Hush you, don’t you lie either. I know we hated each other’s guts nearly, but outta nowhere, you became my best friend. A few hundred hiccups between then and now, and look at us, gettin’ hitched and havin’ a baby.”

“Yeah,” is all that I can come up with. More like the only words I can shove past my lips. Ones that already tremble from the emotion spilled from his sunshine eyes. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“Reckon I have you t’ thank that fer, and loads mo,’” he corrects with wrinkled brows and a rub to my belly. Memories swim behind my eyelids as I kiss him back, hoping that if this is a dream after all, that I never have to wake up.

I wasn’t sure where I was anymore. No, this place I had never seen before with my two eyes, visited in my dreams, or travelled to in a book. Looking around me for some clue as to where I was, all I could see was golden trees, robin blue cloudless skies, and sunlight pouring in from every corner. It shined on my face and filled me with a warmth, one that I felt underneath my bare feet. When I peered down, my hands habitually went to my stomach but I found that it was completely flat once more.

A question filled my head instantly at the discovery, one that joined the many others of where I was, and everything that was around me. It all fell away instantly when something else took place inside of my head. I could never describe it to anybody or put my finger on it, but that feeling of mine told me that I wasn’t alone. Still with my hands on my stomach, I looked back up and found a young girl walking towards me. Sunlight shone down on her, following her as she walked through the kneehigh grass dotted with flowers. For a reason I couldn’t name, I didn’t want to look away from her in case she disappeared, but my attention was drawn to the beautiful field we were suddenly in. Wild flowers tickled my legs, reaching up to the lilac dress that fell to my knees and hugged the curve of my shoulders.

At the sound of rustling nearby, I glanced upwards once more to find her stopping a few feet away from me. There it was still, that feeling of mine, and as I stood there looking at her beaming up at me, I felt the way it filled my insides. There was something about her that I couldn’t figure out, but I feel like I should know who she is. I tried as I looked into her olive green eyes that sparkled with the secret she knew and I didn’t. A divot fell into one of her freckled cheeks as they rounded from her spreading lips. It sat there on the tip of my tongue as my feet led me forward, as if she was calling me to her. I didn’t know why or how I could, but I felt as if I knew her. This is what brought my hand forth to cradle her cheek, and thumb at the dark ringlets tickling her heart-shaped face.

She couldn’t be more than seven, a few years older than Harper. The second the thought appeared inside of my head, I wanted to shake it, knowing it couldn’t be. But as she stepped forward to wrap her arms around me, I felt the wetness descend onto my cheeks as she surrounded me with her sunshine like warmth. It felt as if I was hugging my younger self, because she was a spitting image of what I looked like, save for those green eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against my dress where she nuzzled her head into my chest.

“What are you sorry for?” I asked in return, rubbing circles into her shoulder where the sleeves of her green dress ended, the same shade as her eyes. She didn’t offer an answer, only squeezed me tight before pulling away to look at me with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong?” the words spilled out when a tear raced down her cheek, her smile disappearing.

Again, she didn’t answer me, only hastily encircling me once again with her arms. Once more, questions danced around in my head, chasing answers that wouldn’t come, subconsciously or from this little girl. Somehow, I knew her and felt close to her, but I didn’t know how or why. She was beautiful and so sweet, I already knew but I wasn’t sure how.

An ache filled my chest when the next words left her lips, ones that I couldn’t begin to understand. “I’ll miss you.”

Instead of uttering another question that would go unanswered, I held onto her tighter, trying to make out what she had called me at the end there. It was a name, but not one I could remember now. The songs of birds flying overhead surrounded us, as did the trickling of a nearby stream, and a hummed song that I knew from somewhere. One he would always sing to me, but for some reason, I couldn’t recall who he was now.

“Who are-,” my long awaited question came, but it was torn away when I looked down to find my arms empty. In a confused blink, the grassy field decorated with flowers and sunshine was gone.

At my feet, sat cold tiling and the birds were no more. So was the sunshine and warmth. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around me, feeling very cold all of a sudden. Belatedly, I looked up and at my surroundings, wondering where I was now. A dimmed, empty room stared back at me, quiet from the sounds of the world until one broke through the silence.

A cry pierced my ears, and made me spin around. A door stood across the room to my right, where the sound came from. Without knowing what I was doing, my bare feet padded across the chilly floor, and I twisted the handle. Another room awaited me, but this one wasn’t empty. Nor was I alone.

Rows upon rows of hospital cribs stared back at me, little bundles of blankets sat in each one. Babies. They all were quiet except for one. My feet led me in that direction without me knowing it, because there it was again. My feeling. It guided me towards the sound, one that grabbed hold onto something deep inside of me. I knew what it was and what I heard, it was clear as day.

A smile shot up into my cheeks when I stopped at the cradle that held a squirming, crying baby. Its pink face was pinched from wailing, a blush colored hat covering its head as a striped blanket hid its body. But as I reached out to pick them up, I blinked and they were gone. Stepping back, I stumbled and righted myself. Where did they go?

Where’s my baby?

Tears clung to my eyelashes, blurring my vision as I stared at the empty crib. A divot in the miniature mattress stared back at me, and so did something else. My bottom lip wobbled as a briny tear ran over it, but it came to shake harder when I read the name card stuck to the inside of the rolling crib.

Annie S.

Before me, my hand trembled as I reached into the crib, feeling the corner of the card before-

“Becks, lovebug,” a voice murmurs, and the image is ripped away from me. With a jolt, I feel the warmth of a hand on my shoulder, rubbing a line down my back. I’m glad to have been woken up by him and torn away from that nightmare, but at the same time, I’m not. I wanted answers. “It’s time to get up and have a shower, my love. It’s six-thirty, you have to wake up soon so we can go to work.”

Gulping, nothing will go down as a ball sits in my throat. Peeling my eyes open, Harry and I’s familiar bedroom materializes before me. With a ragged breath that races to fill my lungs, a wetness paints my cheeks.

“You can sleep for a little longer, bug, but I’m going to hop in the shower, if you want to join me,” his whisper comes against my temple. Hastily, I turn to bury my face into the pillow, hiding my wet eyes. “Okay then, but you have to be up in half an hour,” Harry finishes, pressing his warm lips to the top of my head.

As I listen to the sound of his parting footsteps, I grasp onto the covers tightly. Only when I hear the spray of the shower and him close the door behind him, do I let loose my sobs into the pillow. I lie there, wondering, why the tears and what is that dream supposed to mean? I’d had weird pregnancy dreams before, vivid ones even, but nothing like that. No, never.

Who was that little girl, and how did I know her? And where had my baby gone, I think to myself as I rub at my belly, worrying away.

“Ree, what do you mean you’re not getting married?”

Rolling my eyes could not begin to convey the thoughts racing through my head, born out of her exclamation.

“Of course, I’m getting married, Skye. What, are you daft? That’s not

what I’ve said at all, if you’d been listening,” I tut with an unruly shake of my head, snapping the cap back onto the honey bottle. “You asked when the wedding was, and all I’ve said is that Harry and I don’t know with everything that’s changed. We had a date for August but cancelled it after we found out about the baby.”

The sofa sighs when I plop onto it, leaving my steaming mug on the table. My best friend of over twenty years tsks beside me, biting off the side of a cookie. Her faux disappointment is all but lost on her when her eyes brighten, cookie crumbs soon falling from her hands.

“Speaking of, let’s see that bump. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” she nearly squeals, reaching forward to lift my shirt.

“Goodness, Skye, assault me much? All you’ve got to do is ask, don’t need to be undressing me now,” my response comes in a giggle, one that soon falls away when her hands fly to her mouth. My lips soon slide into a smirk that I find hard to control at the sight of her, after lifting my shirt the rest of the way.

“Bloody hell, you do have a bump, and it’s getting big! Fuck, I wish my boobs were as big as yours. Totally unfair, that is.”

“I dunno what you and Harry are on about, I hardly see anything,” I remark with a shrug, the smile staying when her hand comes to rub my pale stomach. “I just look bloated.”

“Ree, come on,” she scoffs with a tilt to her lips that to my surprise, remains quiet as she stares at my stomach. “It’s more than just bloated, you idiot. You’re pregnant, you’re having a baby. Sure, it takes a while to show, but you’re starting to!”

“Hardly,” I chuckle, dropping my blouse once she leaned back against the pillow with her cup of joe. “It’s weird being at this awkward stage where I’m pregnant but I don’t look pregnant.”

“I can imagine, but hold on. Take a few steps back to the ‘not knowing when you’re getting married’ part. Do you and Harry really not know?”

“How are we supposed to?” it comes out in a laugh, not as I’d expected at all. “I’m due to pop this baby out around the same time we had it planned for in the first place.”

“So,” she begins whilst blowing on her coffee. Something clicks inside of me when that happens, along with the raise of her brow. “You’re just happy with waiting, and not knowing when it’ll be? That doesn’t sound like you, Ree.”

“Thanks for being depressing, Skye,” I try to say with a laugh, but it doesn’t go over well, because I can’t find one. No, if there was anybody else in the world who could read me like a book, it’s my first grade best friend. “No, I’m not really happy about waiting, but I’m excited about this baby, and what is being married besides vowing to date each other forever? No, it actually is okay. We’ll figure it out. Maybe we’ll randomly go to the courthouse one day- don’t worry, you’ll be invited, if we do. Or just wait and make it grand- you know, once I lose the baby weight or something.” I sip from my peppermint tea with a hand on my bump, knowing that I couldn’t be happier, but still wondering how we’re going to do all of this.

“Don’t be so sad, Ree, my god!” she exclaims with a playful swat to my shoulder. I laugh along with her, but as I stare into my tea, it doesn’t remain for long. She’d hit a nerve and with a cautious glance her way, I can tell that she knows it. “How’s about the house? The six bedroom and three bath with a grand yard, covered porch, marble kitchen island, fireplace, walk in closet, and dare I say, a pool?” she blabbers on in a posh sounding voice, making me laugh this time.

“Good, it’s um, good. I dunno what else to say, Harry’s the one who talks to the contractors and all,” I offer with an outstretched hand, unsure of my words.

“Come on, Ree, you’re building a bloody house!” her boisterous laugh comes. Her eagerness shows, as well as the three glasses of wine she had with dinner. I’m not sure the one cup of black coffee is going to help her much.

“I know, but I dunno- I more so just go over the plans with Harry and approve them, I guess?” I say with a large shrug of my shoulders. “There’s not much to update you on since you last asked about it. It’s a house, they take forever to build. I won’t get to have much fun with it until it comes to like, picking wallpaper and tiling.”

“Well, will it be ready by the time the baby comes?”

“I doubt it, but Harry keeps insisting it will,” I muse aloud, watching the ripples in the brown liquid when I blow on it, feeling the steam grace my cheeks. “It’s fine if it isn’t.”

“Your response to everything is ‘it’s fine,’ since when are you like that?”

Pressing my lips together, I lift my head to meet her curious stare, a tired one after that wine, “I’m just going with the flow, Skye. I’ve found it’s better than being upset about plans being changed. I wanted to get married, then build a house, and then have a baby. But it’s okay, we get to do the baby part first. It’s like dessert before dinner, and I can do that. It’ll be fun,” I tell her, feeling the truth in them as well as the grimy half-lie.

Should I tell her or will she brush it off, as if it’s nothing? It wasn’t nothing to me though, that dream this morning, it’s bothered me all day. I’m not sure how much longer I can go without telling somebody about it, but it scares me to have to recount it, and being afraid they’ll tell me it means nothing. Because that’s the last thing it meant to me, and something inside of me keeps telling me that I shouldn’t just forget about it.

“If you insist,” she sighs, clucking her tongue. “Are you two still meeting Asher and I tomorrow night?”

“Y-Yeah,” I answer shakily, too deep in my thoughts to notice the way the tea burns my lips. What if I can’t figure out what that dream meant, will it be okay?

A cacophony of sounds pelted my ears the second we walked in the door. Apparently we weren’t the only ones with the good idea of trying the new pizza and arcade place on a Friday night.

“Well, this place ‘s neat, innit?” Harry comments as we approach a table tucked into the corner, between skeeball and some flappy bird looking game.

“Yeah, it looks great. Loads of games,” Asher comments when we pull out chairs to sit across from them. “No, don’t sit down. We just ordered the pizzas, but they may take a little while. Let’s go and get started on the games. I saw Pacman and a Supermario game when we came in,” he continues emphatically, already getting up from his seat. Skye laughs beside him, joiningAsher as I let go of the chair.

We pass parents and children, teenage couples, and a few others like us on our way to the front. There, we find the machine that’s replaced the coin contraption back from our day. No, you no longer had to feed coins into each game and have paper tickets spit out at you.

“’s kind o’ sad, dontchu think? ’s all digital now. Ya don’t have tha fun anymo’ o’ counting tha tickets and yer coins,” Harry muses while sliding a card from his wallet.

“It’s easier to keep track of.”

“I suppose, but that’s no fun. It made me day findin’ a lost coin or line o’ tickets on the ground,” he hums with a shake of his head, pressing buttons on the touch screen. “How much should we do, you think?”

“I dunno,” I answer, forgetting the screen showing different dollar amounts and a description of how some games cost more than others. Instead, my attention is pulled to behind me. I’d seen her on our way in, but now, I look again at the mum sitting in the corner feeding her young baby, watching on as the dad holds up their son to shoot basketballs.

“Hey, ’m talking t’ you,” somebody says, nudging my shoulder with theirs. Turning back around, I find Harry’s green eyes waiting for me with furrowed brows. “Right now, we’re kids again with their friends, playin’ arcade games on a Friday night and stuffin’ themselves with pizza. We still have a ways t’ go on that, five and a half months actually,” he notes softly, nodding his head towards the mum.

“Yeah,” I murmur sheepishly, crossing my arms and looking back at the screen.

“I didn’t mean it rudely, Becks.”

“I know. A tenner should be fine, let’s just do that. We can always load more money onto it,” I insist, lifting my feet and clicking them together, like I’m Dorothy and wanting to go back home. Because, well, I do. It’s loud and my stomach hurts, I’m not sure from hunger or nausea, or both.

I’d been excited when we’d agreed to come here with Skye and Asher earlier this week, but no matter how much I tried to push it away, that stupid dream couldn’t be forgotten. Especially since I had it again last night, and I dreaded going to sleep tonight, in fear I’d see that mysterious little girl and that empty crib where our baby should be. It-

“Becks?”

“Wh-What?” I stammer, looking up quickly to find Harry waving a plastic card at me.

“We’re all set,” he announces, stepping to the side so Asher and Skye can buy theirs next. I follow him, moving out of the way for a little boy and his big brother to come through, rushing to the bathroom behind us. “You okay? Not feelin’ sick or anythin’, are you?”

I think about shaking my head, but when I look back into his eyes, I get The Look. The Harry Styles Look. The Look of all Looks. No, it wasn’t the killer stare I’d first familiarized him with when I sat at that desk at the end of his hall. This one came not soon after though, and it’d stuck. Ever since then he could read all of my tells, including how uncomfortable I am right now, or maybe just how I’m overthinking. He knew that look too.

“I’m probably just hungry.”

The curl hanging over his forehead is knocked loose when his head bobs up and down, but I reach a hand up to set it back in place.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get some pizza in that belly soon. I know how you’ve been craving it,” his dimples once again hide under his beard, one that had been growing thicker as the winter carried on. I feel its length when his lips sponge a kiss to my temple, his hand caressing my bump only a few seconds later.

“Thanks.”

After a few games, I found myself getting into it more and laughing at Harry’s competitiveness. I’d learned a long time ago that laughing about it was better than getting mad about it, and also that going to play games with Skye turned out better, watching the boys play from the sidelines.

“You doing okay, Boops? Tummy not good or are you tired?” the question came as I watched the little screen rack up my tickets from a Scooby Doo version of Whack a Mole. Instead of a red button marked with ‘25 cents’ a touchscreen with a card swipe sat there.

“Both, but what’s new?” I murmur, following her past Ring Toss, some car racing game that doesn’t give you tickets, and Space Invaders. At last, we found Air Hockey open and decided to have a go.

“So, what is it really?”

“What’s what?” I replied with an air of faux stupidity, pretending to focus hard on hitting the puck back her way.

“Why have you been acting weird lately? Just because I had some wine last night doesn’t mean I didn’t notice it.”

“Oh, that. You noticed,” I comment, avoiding her eyes even when she gets the puck past me. Bending over, I pluck it from the holder and hit it over to her, following it.

“Yeah, I noticed that. Whatever it is, which by the way, what is it again that’s bothering you?”

“You don’t sound very smart when you’re drinking. You do know that, don’t you?” a laugh is close to my lips, but it disappears almost as soon as it’s thought. As if to spite me, she picks up the glass of the pink hard cider she’d ordered. Sometimes, I missed drinking and how it made nights like these all the more fun.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” she sighs, tsking when I make the puck into her goal. Groaning, she slams the rest of the cider before dropping the puck onto the glow in the dark table. “But really, what is it?”

“God, are you and Harry stubborn,” I remark with a near groan, taking her cue when she hits it hard my way, deciding to do the same. “Fine . . so I had this dream the other night, like a nightmare almost and . . . ,” I carry on, detailing the entire thing to her, almost hoping that maybe if she says it’s nothing, her inebriated mind won’t remember it.

“Good game, glad you could get some rage out on that one, seeing as how you nearly gave me a bruise that one time.”

“Sorry,” the word drops carelessly as we walk away from the table and through a loud pack of kids. She makes a comment about never wanting kids, only to turn to me regretfully with the same word on her face. “It’s okay. I’m probably worrying for nothing.”

“I know you and don’t want to say that myself, but it was just a dream, Ree. Aren’t they like, manifestations of your thoughts and all that jazz? Maybe you saw the little girl once or see yourself in her, and want to protect her. It’s the mother in you coming out, I’m sure. I wouldn’t worry too much about it and what it means, it’s just a dream.”

“Yeah, it’s just a dream,” I agree aloud, more grateful than ever for Harry and Asher stepping in our path, telling us the pizzas had arrived. Sitting down beside Harry and arguing with him about Hawaiian pizza whilst our hands sat on the other’s thigh, this had once been a dream to me too.

But the one about the empty crib and the mysterious girl, no that was almost a nightmare, and I’d had enough of those.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles au #boss!harry #lawyer!harry #attorney!harry #ceo!harry #lawyer romance #office romance #hecky #becks holte #harry x becky #one direction fanfiction #alternate universe #fanfiction #writing #fic #wattpad #vanchlo writes

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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years ago

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Lipgloss

Steve Harrington x Hopper! Reader

Summary: the reader has always been steves cooler half but he notices that you start making little changes.

Warning: swearing, none, this is kinda wack it didn't come out the way I wanted it to

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You where in fact your fathers daughter in every way possible, tough as nails, quick witted the whole nine yards. And everyone knew it.

The only issue was Steve Harrington, he was your best friend but lately it seemed like he was the only one who could make your cool deminor falter. And everyone seemed to notice it.

You watched Will attempt to follow your steps and skate down the street before turing to stared at Steve as he and dustin made the large order from the ice cream truck. He glanced back at you with a goofy smile making you chuckle.

"Y/n!" Your head snapped forward just in time to see will plow you down on your skate board. "Ah...shit..." You groaned.

"Are you guys alright!?" Steve asked running over to you with the rest of the kids. Dustin helped pull will up as steve helped you up. "Yea...yea I'm fine." You chuckled.

"Sorry kid." You ruffled Will's hair. "It's alright, I'm fine. I'm gonna go again." He said excitedly. Taking the skateboard from the ground and running back to the starting point with Mike and lucas by his side.

"You sure you're fine?" Steve asked again looking you over. "I'm...I'm fine harrington, are you fine?" You asked him nervously. "Yea, yea I think I'm ok." You nodded dusting your hands off on your shorts. "Good, good...oh uh hey wheres my choco Taco?" You asked attempting to save yourself from the conversation.

He looked back over to the Ice cream truck. The man inside was looking impatiently back as the diffrent ice cream bars sat on the counter.

"On it's way." He said jogging back over.

"What was that!?" Max asked coming up beside you with El at her side.

"What was what?" You asked walking to sit on the curb. "With steve! I've never seen you act like that!" Max laughed. You furrowed your brows. "I wasn't acting any way..." You trailed off when Even El gave you a look that said you where acting diffrent.

"C'mon You where totally starting at Steve! And then what was that conversation!?"

"Do you like steve?" El asked cutting in on Max.

You laughed. Both because hearing it outloud made it sound absurd but also out of nervousness.

"Do I..Do I like steve? Me? Liking Steve!?" Max crossed her arms. "I've seen you around boys...it usually ends up with them scared of you...not the other way around."

You opened your mouth but instantly closed it as steve came back over. "Ladies, one orange dreamcicle, A cotton candy swirl and a choco taco." He said handing the ice cream bar to you.

"Thank you kind sir." You winced as the words left your mouth, he laughed and sat next to you digging into his own Ice cream order.

Max and El chuckled at you as you struggled to act normal next to him. "Hey! Y/n?"

"Yea?" You croaked out. "Is it alright if I sleep over at your place tonight?"

You cleared your throat and took your eyes from steve to look at her. "Yea...of course." You smiled lightly.

You winced at the loud crash and steve yelling through the phone. "Sorry about that..." You laughed pouring another bag of candy into a bowl. "No need to apologize...boys will be boys right?"

You could hear him give a light hearted chuckle through the phine making your heart do a little jump in your chest. "How are the girls?" He asked. "Oh you know..doing girl things...painting nails, talking about boys...usual girl stuff."

"Ooh I wouldn't have happened to have been brought up in your boy talk would I?" He asked cheekily. Your face grew hot and you cleared your throat trying to keep cool.

"Why on earth would we talk about you?" You joked. "Ow I'm hurt."

You looked up hearing the girls squeel with joy from the room over. "Ok well sounds like the girls are having fun without me."

"Ok. Hey, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon after I get off of work."

"Of course, Night Harrington."

"Night." You hung up the phone and grabbed the tray of snacks.

"Ladies! Snacks are served!" You announced as you pushed El's bedroom door open. They both looked up from their magazines and ran over to it as you set it down.

"And then Later I picked up some movies from Family video-"

"We had a better Idea!" Max said. "What?" There was knock at the door that El quickly got up to answer as Max sat you down.

"Well me and El wanted to help you with your steve problem."

You shook your head. "I don't have a steve problem." Max rolled her eyes at you.

"Yea sure."

"I heard we where having a girls night, and you needed help with Harrington!" Robin said as she stepped into the bed room.

"Oh god...They got you two involved!?" You asked looking at Nancy and Robin.

Nancy shrugged. "I didn't have anything better to do..."

"Me neither." Robin added hoisting herself ontop of the dresser.

You looked between the four girls and fell back into the bed throwing a pillow over your face and groaning.

"I..i dunno about this guys..."

"We'll just start with small things...like lip gloss!" Max said As you sat infront of the four of them

"Yea! And then we can work up to the bigger stuff!" Nancy said taking the lip gloss from Max.

Their big idea was to give you a make over, 'round out your sharp edges' Nancy had said.

"C'mon guys don't you think Steve should like Y/n for y/n? And if he doesn't then maybe he's not the one for her?" Everyone looked at Robin.

"Actually...actually that doesn't sound like a bad idea." You spoke up. Robin held her hands out to you. "See!"

"C'mon just give this a try, then we can try Robins way." Nancy said holding your chin in her hand to apply the lipgloss. And El held up the mirror to you so you could see yourself.

You frowned slightly at yourself and looked at your glittery lips. "This is kinda stupid." You mumbled wiping it off. "It's not! We can even do your hair a little bit!" Nancy said trying to convince you to go through with it. Max flipped through a magazine and landed on a page.

"We should go with this! Subtle but with a pop!"

You all glanced at the page then at yourself through the mirror. "Have at me if you must."

Robin laughed at the sight eating a handful of popcorn. "You are very helpful." You said to her as El helped do your hair. "Stay still." El said from behind you.

"I just think, maybe you should let things work out on there own..." She said along with pointing at a shirt that Max held up from your closet.

"Ok, ok leave your hair like this tonight...and tomorrow morning take it out and it should look like that." Nancy said pointing to the magazine picture.

You bit your lip and nodded. Thinking about what Robin was saying.

"Ok do this." You followed max's lip motion after you put the lipgloss she had picked last night as you stood outside the mall.

"Ok, ok! You look good! Like yourself but...better."

"Thank you, really." You smiled sarcastically at her.

"You know what I meant!" El rounded the corner quickly. "He's coming!" She said grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward.

"Be yourself! Be flirty!" Max yelled as they basically flung you around the corner into steve.

"Oh hey!"

"Sorry! Hey!" You laughed, Nervously.

"Uh hey! Since you're here do you wanna go...get...food?"

He chuckled. "Yea..I was actually Going to ask you the same!" You nodded and started walking beside him back into the Mall,smiling to yourself.

"Where the hell is steve going!?" Dustin asked coming up beside Max and El.

"A date I think." Max said.

"He was supposed to take us to The arcade!"

You walked scilently beside steve but you could feel him glancing at you.

"What?" You finally asked looking up at him.

"What?"

"Well you keep looking at me so...you must wanna say something or is there something on my face?"

"No! No! Nothing on your face, but Are...are you wearing Lipgloss?" He asked looking closer at you.

You moved from his gaze brushing your fingers under your lips.

"What? N..no!" You laughed nervously.

"It is isn't it! Your wearing something girly!" He laughed. you scowled and punched his shoulder and rubbed the stuff from your lips.

"Ow! C'mon y/n i was kidding." He said rubbing his arm. "Why are you wearing that stuff anyways? You constantly say how much you hate it. "

"It was just a stupid Idea..." You muttered the response and quickly grabbed a seat in the food court.

"No, hey c'mon! It looked good..if thats what you want to start doing I'm not gonna stop you! I'm not saying it was bad just suprising." He said sliding into the seat across from you.

"And hey for what It's worth I think it looked pretty on you, but...but I think you look good no matter what!" He said trying to cheer you up.

"Really?"

It was Steves turn to be the akward one. "Uh..ye..yea..." You smiled turning to him.

"Thanks Harrington...I think you're pretty too." You said jokingly. "Shut up." He said laughing.

You sighed. "Ok...shit..Imma be honest with you...I was wearing it because Nancy and Max thought It would give me a better chance of getting with you...Robin said to just let things happen...I should've just listened to her. " You laughed.

"Yea...really she knew what she was talking about...cause I planned on asking you out this weekend." He said almost nonchalantly.

"You..you where?" He nodded watching you amused.

"I feel kinda stupid now.."

"No! It was kinda funny to watch you be the uncool one for a change."

"Whatever...when should I be ready?" You asked.

"For?"

"Our date. Or did you already forget?"

"Oh uh Saturday like seven-ish?"

You nodded. "Ok..I'll be there."

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader

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gabi-trollastic · 4 years ago

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Trolls Fanfic: New Emotions Part 5

*Gabi stood there a little surprised.*

Gabi:"... Y-you want me to go a picnic with you?."

*He nodded a little timid.*

Jake:"Yea, at first I thought to go with Chloe but she had plans already then I thought to invite you, It can be fun if you go."

*Gabi blushed a little.*

Jake:"I understand if you don't want to go."

*She was thinking when Belle @happyqueenandgrumpydork, Sapphire @sapphirecanvas and Cloud Guy nodded excited.*

Gabi:"What? no!, I mean I'd like to go to a picnic with you Jake, I guess it will... fun."

*He smiled.*

Jake:"Ok, I'll go back home and prepared all, I know a cool place to take the picnic."

Gabi:"I can't wait for, I bet it will be great."

*He said bye to her, the girls and Cloud Guy goodbye as he leave the Caterbus, Gabi blushed a little and smiled but when he turn back, Belle, Sapphire and Cloud Guy had happy grins on their faces.*

Gabi:"...What? 😕."

CG:"Congratulations Gabi Dabby, Jake invited you to a date 😏👍."

*She madly blushed.*

Gabi:"What the heck?! 😳😡, of course not, he only want me to be with him for a picnic."

Belle:"Yep a romantic picnic 😄."

Sapphire:"It's sweet of him inviting you."

Gabi:"First is not a romantic picnic, it's just a normal picnic and second don't you guys remember he has already a girlfriend, it could be bad and awkward dating him when he is in a relationship already... a one where is not meant to be with me 😔."

*They frown.*

Sapphire:"We sorry Gabi, we didn't mean to making you feel bad like that."

Belle:"Yea."

Gabi:"It's ok girls, I know you weren't doing it in purpose, it's just maybe I'm starting to like him but it seems he and me can't be together but it's ok, he's my friend and the less I can do is be supporting him and being a good friend."

Belle:"Will you still going to picnic? ."

Gabi:"Yep just I hope I could behave myself when we are alone."

Sapphire:"Don't worry, just take deep breathes and all will be ok as you said you and him will only have a normal picnic."

CG:"If normal means romance."

Gabi:"I remind you I have pointy branches in my hair, as in my belt 😑."

*CG aparted away from her, later Jake and Gabi walked crossing Troll Hollywood.*

Jake:"You will love the forest out of Troll Hollywood I go there with my friends and sometimes with my breakdance team friends too."

Gabi:"Sounds amazing, I have been in forests before but never at the one you tell me."

*Soon they arrived, it was big with hills, all was green and beautiful, the trees were taller and smaller as plants, and one of the hills had view of Troll Hollywood.*

Gabi:"Woah 😮🙂."

Jake:"I know right."

*They went to the view hill and set all, and they sat down.*

Gabi:"All this looks delicious."

Jake:"Thanks I prepared somethings and I got helped from my family."

*She smiled as she took a bbq wing and Jake had a taco, both were enjoying the picnic and talking of each other.*

Gabi:"On the time when Bergens were our enemies, I used to be a grey troll, the other trolls laughed at me and treated me bad cause I was different, it was painful at first but I learned many things of that like never trust in others and being careful, but under my sarcasm and cold I'm a sensitive and caring troll, when I met Belle and Sapphire, they were the first ones who could understand me as I could understand them and my colors came back but I still keeping my soft rough personality."

Jake:"That's nice, I'm sorry you were grey, I feel you, some people don't understand others and bully others cause they have their own insecurities, it's nice being prepared and is good enjoying life and being happy, when I was a kid some other trolls messed with me for my freckles."

Gabi:"That's not nice."

Jake:"Yea and I was a little ashamed of them but I learned to love them as every part of my body, everyone pass through bad moments but through them there are good moments, can I tell you something? although I'm famous and I have a career as troll actor, I want more Trolls like me as the real me and no for my fame."

*Gabi was in awe knowing what he was talking about.*

Jake:"Some of my fans are like that and I understand but I would like to being treat as equal."

Gabi:"I know how you feeling the people can't see your real colors are the ones who can't be your friends, I know about it from Belle and Sapphire."

*He smiled.*

Gabi:"Honestly I thought you couldn't be friend of a girl like me."

Jake:"Why? what made you think that?."

Gabi:"I'm not exactly a girly girl, I'm kinda tomboy, serious, sarcastic, overprotective and violent when someone messes with my family and friends."

Jake:"I could see that in the mall but I'm not scared of you, I think you are a great girl, you are stronger, smart, sensitive and... beautiful ."

*She blushed a little smiling, he blushed too rubbing his arm behind his neck.*

Gabi:"You really think so?."

Jake:"Yea and I understand you in you're way of being."

Gabi:"Me too, you are cool, generous, smart, kind and you think all could better if you have the thought of it 😌."

*He smiled,soon the sunshine was coming, both watched it in awe, then when Gabi's hand was on the picnic blanket, Jake's put his on hers, making both looked at each other.*

Jake:"The sunshine is beautiful, it's a shame only happen once but it's part of sky nature."

Gabi:"Yea I know but I don't think a triple sunshine could be the answer 😌."

*Both giggled when they looked at each other eyes not realizing they were leaning, then Gabi stopped, Jake opened his eyes.*

Gabi:"... Well.... Thanks for the picnic Jake, it was really great."

Jake:"....Your welcome Gabi, I'm glad passing the time with..... my friend."

*Gabi heard the echo of he saying the word friend making her feeling hurt but smile.*

Gabi:"Y-yea, I'm your friend 😅, look the time it's getting dark, I should return to Caterbus."

Jake:"Do you want me to walk with you to there?."

Gabi:"Don't worry I can walk alone to there but thanks."

*She helped him to packing all to basket.*

Jake:"Well I'll see you later."

Gabi:"Ok."

*They said goodbye to each other but before go she ran and gave him a quick peck in cheek, he was surprised and blushed touching where she kissed him, he had a love smile on his face, Gabi walked a little sad to Carterbus, she started to realize that she was really in love with him and touched her chest in pain remembering he called her his friend.*

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*As she was singing, she arrived to Carter Bus to her room thinking and crying not knowing Jake was starting to having feelings for her too, putting him in a complicted situation between her and Chloe, he didn't want to hurt Chloe but thinking he feel about Gabi drove him crazy and confused.

#new emotions #gabi #jake #belle #sapphire #the glitter bombs #cloud guy #oc

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years ago

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 29)

"Hades&Persephone"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

"Kitten.... Kitten" Colson gently wakes Luna.

"Nooooo...." She whines "I just wanna sleep." She starts to pout.

"I know, Kitten" he coaxes her gently. "Here." He puts her sunglasses in her hand.

"You're a wise man..." She continues to whine.

"Thank you. Here, sit up, I have water for you too." He puts the bottle in her hands.

She does what he says, begrudgingly. "Why am I uppppp" she whines again, after sipping the water, throwing herself back onto the bed. "AHHHHH!!" She yells out. Grabbing her shoulder.

"That's why. I got The Doc downstairs, he needs to check you out." He's trying to get her out of bed.

"Steph checked meeeee..." She argues.

"Did Steph give you antibiotics?" He asks firmly.

"No." She says quietly.

"C'mon then, Kitten." He's afraid to man-handle her because of her shoulder so he just scoops her up. Carrying her down the stairs in a white T and black panties. Luna doesn't even give a fuck.

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Ashley's in the kitchen with The Dr as Colson carries Luna in, sunglasses and all. Ashley laughs loudly. "THIS Bitch." She says to Colson.

He sets Luna down. "I know." He says shaking his head and laughing. "It's the only way I could get her out of bed."

"Drink this." Ashley sets a large glass of seltzer and lemon beside her friend.

The Dr is setting things up moving around Luna.

"You're AMAZING..." Luna moans taking a large drink.

"I know..." Says Ashley with sass.

The Dr finally speaks "Ok, Miss Smith. Let's take a look, you mind taking your shirt off for me?"

She looks at Ashley. "I don't have a bra." She says flatly. Ashley snaps her fingers, pulling an unwilling Luna off the table into the hall. Where she magically produces a black sports bra. "You are amazing."

"I told you, I KNOW." Both girls laugh.

Luna changes and gets back on the table. As The Dr looks at her wound, Colson stares at her barely clothed body, feeling his dick grow. He doesn't want to look at her shoulder. It makes him think of Jackson and all that does is piss him off.

The Dr confirms it was a through and through but continues to tell Luna that she's lucky it didn't hit the brachial artery or plexus. Trying not to roll her eyes, she's pissed about all the probable damage to her tattoos. He writes her a script for 2 antibiotics and 30s. She thanks him for his time and discretion. As Colson walks him to the door, Luna whispers "What the fuck??" To Ashley as she lays back on kitchen table. Wincing when the wound hits it.

"Seeee..." Laughs Ashley. "Stop acting like an Asshole." She sits at the table over top of Luna. "YOU'RE really fucking lucky Jax was there." She says looking down at her.

"I was really fucking lucky he gave me a gun." She snaps back. Instantly sorry.

"I don't give a fuck HOW you were lucky. YOU WERE FUCKING LUCKY. I know you're gonna do what you do, Loons, but you gotta be more careful. I get this whole deportation thing and that the kid lost a dad but I'm sure the mom would agree, that you dying to save some stuffed animal, would fuck the kid up more than losing it."

"I know....." Luna sighs. "I'll be more careful, MOM." She says with a smile.

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"FUCKING GET HER, ASH!" Colson thinks hearing the girls after he lets The Dr out.

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Colson strolls back into the kitchen. Leans over Luna and kisses her. "Wanna do something fun tonight?" He asks.

"Not really, but you know." She shrugs one shoulder, still laying on the table.

"Pete's playing a show in Burbank. I lost a bet to him and I have to do a minute set."

"On stage?" Ashley asks.

"Yeah, Dude." Colson grins.

"Dom and I are THERE, Kells!" She exclaims.

"Greeeeat..." Colson looks at her and they both laugh.

Luna's still laying on the table. "What bet did you lose?" She asks Colson.

"That I couldn't keep my shirt on at his birthday party last year." He laughs.

"Waaait.... You were at his 29th? I was there too. I wonder why we didn't meet then." She says sitting up. She and Colson look at each other inquisitivly.

Ashley breaks their thoughts "Because you were only there for like a minute, Loons. You literally popped in to give him his gift and birthday love. Remember?

"Oh, yeeahhh..." Luna drifts off, thinking back to that night.

"So, wanna go, Kitten?" Colson asks her.

"Uh, yeah, Bunny. Of course. Ash, you're coming?" She asks.

"Mhm." She nods her head.

"What time's the show?" She asks Colson.

"I gotta be there by 930P."

"You guys wanna do dinner? I've been wanting to hit Toca Madera..." Luna asks.

"Yaaaaas Girl!!! Mexican all day!" Ashley hoots. Luna looks up at Colson who nods in agreeance.

"Alright, I'll pack a bag and shower at your house?" She asks Colson pulling the white T back on.

"Yup." Colson agrees, sad to watch her body disappear.

"Ashhhh...? Do me a favor, please?"

"What, Buddy?"

"If I run a load, will you throw my clothes in the dryer after?"

"No prob." Ashley agrees as Luna heads towards the stairs.

Colson leans into Luna's ear, following her up them "Mexican, hunh? I guess that means no butt sex tonight?" Poking her in the ass with his finger.

"Get the fuck away from me, You Weirdo!" She shrieks, laughing while running up the steps. "We don't do butt stuff!!" She shouts over her shoulder, making him laugh.

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Back in her room Luna dumps her leather travel bag all over the floor as Colson lights a joint. She makes a pile of clothes she wants to wash. He passes her the joint. Finding new to restock her bag, she comes across her leather. There's a solid hole through the left side. Luna passes back the joint and digs through a make-up bag, pulling out a bunch of safety pins. A few minutes later she displays it. "Fixed." She laughs as she continues to pack. Colson smiles lightly, hating the jacket now and how that hole almost took Luna from him.

"She loves that fucking jacket. She's never gonna give it up." He thinks sighing to himself.

Once back from starting a load of laundry, Luna slips on a pair of cutoffs. "You ready?" She asks Colson. He nods grabbing her bag. As they head out the door Colson shouts to Ashley " WE OUT!!"

"See yous for dinner!" She calls back from somewhere in the house.

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Heading back to Colson's Luna asks about the goldfish. "Oh fuck!! I forgot all about them!!" He exclaims.

"Can we stop and grab a bowl and shit in case they are alive? She asks him.

"Anything you want, Kitten." He takes her hand and kisses it. Before stopping off at a Target.

They are Assholes in Target. He carries her around piggy back style through out the store, tries to buy all the Betas for fighting. She says No so he attacks her with bouncy balls at her legs. As Luna's paying, she loses him for a second before he comes running passed her, screaming with his tongue out. They are not allowed in that Target anymore.

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Still laughing about Target when they walk in they're greeted by a surprisingly quiet house and only 1 dead fish. "That's us." Colson nods at the fish. "Hades and Persephone. Can't kill The Devil and His Bride." He scoops up a laughing Luna, kissing her deeply.

"You do know how fucked up that myth is, don't you?" She asks, still laughing.

"Nope. I don't know and I don't care." He states.

"Hades and Persephone it is..." She laughs throwing her hands up. She sets the fish bowl up in the middle of the kitchen island.

"We have pets." He says kissing her on the head.

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Upstairs Colson throws himself on the bed after dropping Luna's bag. Coming in after him, she can't help but jump on him. "Come're Haaaaadesssss..." She teases from above him, littering his face and neck with kisses. He sits up, she pulls his shirt off as he carefully goes for hers, terrified of hurting her. She sees his worry, taking off her shirt and sports bra herself to his relief. She stands up on the bed letting him unbutton and pull off her shorts and panties. He stares up at her naked body before pulling her down onto his face. Licking and lapping her every fold making her twitch and giggle.

"FUCKING PEACHES." He loves the way she tastes.

He hits her spots making her buck. "Bunnnnyyy!!!" She calls out, cumming all over his face as he holds her steady by the waist. Lifting her up off of him, he moves behind her, grabs her hips, setting her on all fours.

As he slides into her, he groans "GOD, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD, KITTEN."

"Mmmm you like that, Bunny?" She coos. "You like fucking me from behind?"

He's fucking her harder and faster with her words

"I do." He pants out. She's close and can tell he's right with her. She starts slamming against him hard making him moan. Pushing harder and harder she begs "Who's pussy is it, Hm? Who owns this fucking pussy, Bunny?" She moans as she cums.

"I DOOOOOO!!!" He shouts bursting inside of her.

"Yeah, you do." She giggles easing herself down on the bed. He makes sure his face isn't on her shoulder as he kisses her back. Taking their time and laying inside of her, he loves that they have little rituals like this.

She looks at her watch, it's 530P. They have dinner reservations at 7p. She tells him they should shower and he agrees.

They do it again in the shower because how can they be naked together and NOT?

Luna throws on a black long sleeve cotton shirt, black leather pants and her black Red Bottoms. She's has a fire engine red lip to match, jewelry piled on.

They leave a still empty house to head to dinner.

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Luna rest her feet in Colson's lap as they smoke a joint on the way to grab Ashley and Dom. They figured they'd all ride together to Toca Madera, then Flappers. Both couples hold hands walking in, easily being sat. "Try not to beat anyone up in here." Colson whispers into her ear heading to their table.

"No promises." She smirks back before sitting down.

Dinners delicious. Their margaritas and fish tacos are to die for. Conversation is fun and engaging as always with the 4 of them. Colson and Dom are talking about their video. They're thinking about doing an open call in the next couple days. Ashley and Luna encourage them, both agreeing it's a gnarly idea. Luna and Ashley have enjoyed watching the guys collaborate. That's when it hits Ashley "We should fucking collab!!" She exclaims excitedly. "I don't know why we never thought of it before!!"

"RIGHT!!!" Shouts Luna in disbelief. "FUCKING RIOT GRL ANTHEM!!!" She's still shouting.

"YEEEEESSSSS!!!!" Oozes Ashley as they high five each other. The guys watch them in amusement as the girls chatter excitedly. Luna already pulling her notebook out.

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Leaving Toca Madera is pure hell. Someone must have called the paparazzi alerting them to Ashley. Seeing the 4 of them together is just extra cash on their film.

"Halsey!! Halsey!!" One shouts.

"Yungblud! Over here!!" Shouts another. They push through the cameras with their heads down.

"MGK!!! MGK!!" They shout for Colson. Luna's tucked under Colson's arm, wound side in, head down as Colson pushes them through. As he opens the door for her, she looks up. That does it. She hears it as he shuts her door.

"IS THAT, THAT BROOKLYN BITCH!??? MGK!! MGK!! ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER??" Luna leans over to push open his door for him, Colson slides into the driver's seat of his Benz. Sticking his tongue out and giving The Paps the middle finger as they pull off.

"Holy fucking shit balls!" Luna sighs, lighting a joint.

"I know." The other 3 say in unison.

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To be continued.....

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duckuwu · 3 years ago

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okay so i just watched 200.

and like. i can't stop laughing. because holy shit how were the shippers not supposed to go feral with this one?!

honestly though, like, this is the best stuff ever. i don't need to have a ship "go canon" on screen / kiss or whatever. just give me this shit where one drops everything and races across the world to save the other. best shit ever. i will gladly eat that shit up like it's ramen. slurp slurp baby.

emily and jj are that mulder and scully type ship.

i mean, they obvs trust their team too. but like. the way their relationship is set up is just this next level thing.

i'm honestly going to need some time to unpack everything they just gave us in one episode. jfc.

and no, don't get it twisted, i do not think they (the writers) intended it to be romantic at all. the lines just get kinda blurry when it's female friendships...or rather any sort of relationship/friendship that isn't two heterosexual dudes. so get your queerba*t away from me on this one.

but there is some damn amazing significance to the moment where jj is halucinating and it's emily she sees. and how the hallucination breaks as soon as "emily" encourages her to break.

there's something damn ridiculous in jj being on this top secret covert mission and easily dropping everything and getting to emily...and commandeering an interpol plane for emily.

and then.

jfc.

and then the BAU is completely locked out at every angle. but not emily, head of interpol, who just drops everything to get jj. and like sure head of interpol is more of a desk job, the decision maker that could essentially do their job from anywhere, but it's still A Significant Thing.

and

"emily, i knew they'd call you" erwkjhgkjh and then emily going up to the roof for / with jj. and being there for jj.

cheesus duck it's just so fucking delicious up in this taco bell.

listen, there's no denying that the team is ride or die for each other, there's no where they wouldnt go to help their teammate in need. but there are certain inner relationships between team members that are a bit more significant than the others.

garcia and morgan, for example. you're not breaking that up and you know they're on that next level communication and love. i am perpetually in love with their relationship. their open communication. their endless inside jokes. how they comfort each other, but how they're the first to call the other out on their bullshit when they're actin out. two people who absolutely shouldnt trust the system they work for, but are doing their damnest to make right what they can.

jj and reid. they were the babes of the team together, growing up and learning in the field as they went. they both got on the bad side of dawson's creek (sorry james). they've just got this very special sort of dynamic, but it's more unspoken. they're often the first to check on the other. it was lightly touched upon, but because of roz, jj became more sensitive to how things affect people, and i think because of that she was subconsciously drawn to reid. she's able to help reid with something that he has difficulty dealing with: social cues. and we all know that jj's a genius at social cues. idk how to describe what my brain gets from them, but i get why they're as close to each other as they are.

reid and emily... i should probably talk about when emily gets back. but put a lil bookmark here in your head (if anyone's reading this lulz) that i've marked theirs as a special as well.

but then you've got jj and emily.

and there's many levels. i think they recognized the darkness inside each other, the weights they carry, of being women in a profession surrounded by men, constantly having to acknowledge the darkest parts of men and what they do.

and idk they definitely trust their team, but they absolutely trust each other. when morality gets wibbly wobbly, when there's gray areas of legality... they're on the same level, they have the same understanding of what needs to be done to do what's Right. the team has their limits, but emily and jj... they've had to experience a different level of Things.

it really is hilarious how much permanence they've given to two characters the network wanted to get rid of to change things up. silly network execs.

#criminal duck minds #this would probably be longer but my brain literally hit a wall and now i've got a headache and thinking is hard

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afuerterosa · 4 years ago

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Diji si (con @InTheHandsOfFate, @TemptsYourTaste, and @HowsMyHairLook)

Memphis (@InTheHandsOfFate):

|Looking up at the attendant, I was quick to hand over our cash to pay for entry. We both had been looking forward to this day for weeks and with the warmer weather, I had made the decision that today was the day for an outing. It wasn't long ago that @AFuerteRosa had announced we were expecting and that she was carrying our child. The fact that we were going to be having a little girl wasn't lost on me either and with each passing day, the excitement simply grew. Leaps and bounds, as they say. The days of nesting were still in full swing but some fresh air and those animals @AFuerteRosa loved so much, were a small order, I didn't mind filling. Placing my hand at the small of her back, I escorted her inside and chuckled, seeing that glow across her features even in the sunbeams of the afternoon, kissing her skin the way it did, I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive.| So which is first, the red pandas or elephants? What does my Cara Mia want to see, hm?

Lita:

•I was practically vibrating with excitement as @InTheHandsOfFate paid our way into the zoo. It had been forever since I had been here. And the fact that he suggested it, knowing my passion for all things animal, made me smile every time I thought of it. As soon as we stepped through the entrance, I paused to close my eyes and relish the warmth of the sun on my face before opening my eyes and turning to look at you• Red pandas! •nods matter of factly before reaching for your hand and pulling you immediately in the direction the sign was pointing•

Memphis:

|Chuckles once more when you start pulling me down the ramp, loving the excitement that seemed to radiate from you and I let you lead the way. Passing by each sign for the exhibits until we saw the next tour guide, listening as she starts to go through the specifics of how important it was to not feed them and I wrap my arms around you from behind when you step up to get a closer look.| They really are your favorite aren't they?

Lita:

•my pace picking up as soon as their exhibit comes into view, and finding myself a spot right up against the fence as I go up on my toes, eyes scanning the trees until one of those fluffy tails catches my attention causing me to let out a little squeal• Mira! •points to the tree just in time for a cute furry face to pop out too, laughing excitedly• See him? •leans back into you as I look up at you over my shoulder• They are. •brings my eyes back to him• My absolute favorite.

Memphis:

I see him. |Laughing, I run my hand over your bump, feeling a small flutter against my hand and I can't help but grin at that. Knowing how excited you were, I let you continue to get lost in the sight of the red pandas a little longer before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, urging us on to the next one.| If you get this excited about coming up here, we will make it a regular thing, Cara Mia. |Hearing that squeal again, I see elephants come into view and stop to see the baby ones with you.|

Lita:

•takes one last look over my shoulder at the pandas before moving on with you• We should! •brings my hand to my bump• I want her to see them too. We need to bring her here as... •stops mid sentence to let out another squeal of delight when my eyes land on a baby elephant• Que lindo, amor! •laughs at the way it swings its trunk to entertain itself before turning to whisper in your ear• I want one of those too.

Memphis:

Every chance we get. |Finishing that sentence, I grin wider and watch the baby elephants with you. Laughing hard when the list of animals you want on the property continues to get longer and I give your hand a small squeeze when you whisper.| I think it's safe to say you want if we could by the zoo, we would. I will do my best though to give you every desire of your heart. That's my plan anyway. |winks when I see that blush creep up and I gesture to the sign, seeing the giraffes were coming up next.|

Lita:

•laughs at the way you pulled out that smooth way of telling me no again• You are so good, mi amor. I’m not even pouty that you won’t let me own the zoo when you say things like that. •laughs again as I come to a stop in front of the giraffe pen, humming in admiration at their height before flicking my eyes over to the cart selling food for them• Let’s do it! •points to the cart• Por favor?

Memphis:

|Pulls the cash out of my pocket and hands it to you, watching you go with a grin.| Si, you can feed them. |Seeing you smile so bright, how could I say no to that face? Walking up beside you, I held out my hand for a few, chuckling when you shake your head at me and laugh.| Oh, out of the pail? |Laughing with you, I took great enjoyment watching you feed them. Opting to keep my hands on your hips instead while you did when I changed my mind.| How about we grab some lunch ourselves, Cara Mia? Are you hungry? I think I heard they have a special food court today. I could go for some. |Looking up to see the Giraffes moving down the fence line, I gather up the pail from you and hand it back, taking up your hand next to lead you.| I promised you dessert too. That pretzel still calling your name? |chuckles, passing by the kola bears with you, pausing long enough for you to take them all in, before we made the last bit of track to the food court. Leaving the lions for last.|

Lita:

•that big purple tongue coming out of the giraffe’s mouth has me laughing as I cringe away briefly until I finally get used to it• Que hermoso. •tentatively reaches out to touch its nose, but jerking it away again when it pulls its head back• Lo siento,amor. •sighs happily as we walk around, the mention of food causing my stomach to growl• Special? What kind of special?

Memphis:

Just different ones. Several trucks in fact. |Giving your hand another gentle squeeze, I take the path that leads us out to the food court, by passing several of the different vendors the zoo had there today, only to grin wide when I see @TemptsYourTaste and his truck, front and center.| Smells amazing, my friend. |Calls out ahead to @TemptsYourTaste, seeing that bounce in your step when I do.| Get whatever you're craving and double it, Cara Mia. |Presses a soft kiss to your cheek before watching you go up ahead in the line.|

Lita:

•the second I smelled @TemptsYourTaste truck, I knew exactly what both me and the jalapeño wanted. If I weren’t so focused on the smell of tacos, I would have laughed at my laser focus as I kept my eye on the truck when you placed that kiss to my cheek before stepping into line•

Beau (@TemptsYourTaste):

°eyes the absolutely ravishing and expectant mama as she hits up my truck - a wise decision° Well, well, what do we have here besides a refreshing drink of sangria and that to-die-for pinup 'do? Tell me, what are you and the little one craving?

Memphis:

The only thing I can tell you for sure is we would like two lemonades. |Chuckles while we both look over the menu on the side of the truck, knowing my mouth was already watering and I nudge @AFuerteRosa arm gently, whispering against her ear| Go on, don't be shy. Anything you want, Cara Mia. The sky is the limit. |Giving you a wink, I watched as you stood there, thinking it over as you rubbed over our little nina. Moving to check out what desserts @TemptsYourTaste might have.|

Lita:

•goes up on my toes and eyes the grill with the corn and without even looking at the menu blurts out• Elote. •laughs at myself, bringing my eyes to @TemptYourTaste’s face, flushing slightly at both my outburst and the compliments• Gracias, hermoso. •smiles brightly• Pero...I definitely want elote. •nods• And the chicken pineapple tacos. Y...guacamole? •leans to look at your salsa selection• Oh, and salsa verde. •glances down at my hand on my belly as if to apologize for my demanding appetite, tacking on another• Por favor?

Beau:

°flashes a dazzling smile, the Aph in me breaking through like the diva she is° Your taste is fabulous, you will not be disappointed. °eyes your man° Ladies first and then I'll get you, guapo. °winks and gets to it, pouring you both some fresh squeezed and setting it outbefore dressing the roasted corn in an Elote fit for the queen of England, because who cares if it's her thing. Seeing to the rest of the order, serving it up and dishing it out.° A moment on the lips but it won't hit those hips. Promise. °slides the items your way° It's a good thing you've got some man candy to help you out. We haven't even got to your happy ending yet! °holds a hand to the side of my mouth, whispering° That's dessert.

Memphis:

|And there it was. I had been lost in my own thoughts, watching @AFuerteRosa tell her order to @TemptsYourTaste and chuckled when I saw her give him that apologetic look. It was right then, right there, in that moment that I knew it couldn't be anymore perfect. Here was this woman, the future mother of my children and as she laughed, that quiet laugh of hers, I pulled the small box that had arrived in the mail from @MindYourPanties from my pocket and brushed my thumb over it. The last time I had looked inside was when it had been presented to me, my heart swelling in my chest at the thought of you wearing it and I found myself going down on one knee. In front of everyone at the zoo and @TemptsYourTaste too. I only saw her though. And so with that thought in mind, I called out to @AFuerteRosa and waited for her to turn around before I spilled my guts.| @AFuerteRosa I know what you're going to say but it's important that you hear me when I say this to you because Cara Mia, I am only doing this once... Marry me and be happy with our little jalapenos in tow? When I found you, I was running towards my fate, knowing somehow it was going to be okay. You captivated me first thing, Carlita baby. That would have happened regardless of the bond. That pull would have been there I feel like. |blows out a breath and grins, peering up at from that bended knee| @AFuerteRosa I can't promise that we won't ever fight. I can't promise we won't ever argue. I can't even promise that I won't someday worry you or you worry me. What I can promise is that I will always hear you out. I will always listen and no matter what this life throws @AFuerteRosa at us, we will tackle it together as one. Carlita Rosa, I will always follow you into the dark. I will never leave you behind. I will protect you, our little ones, until there is no breath left in this body. And in the event, I go before you, my soul will still wait for yours. @AFuerteRosa |smirks, just watching your face and I open the the little wooden box.| You are worthy, Carlita. Worthy of all the love in this world to go with your kind heart. You will forever hold mine. So, will you? Be mine forever?

Lita:

•fresh squeezed lemonade was my favorite. So the second it was set down in front of me I had the straw to my mouth and was happily sipping when I heard you calling out my name. Furrowing my brow, and instinctively looking around for an animal I was missing, and finally bringing them to where you had been standing, my brain taking a second to catch up to the fact that you were down on your knee rather than standing. And when my brain did catch up my hands shot to my mouth, nearly knocking the lemonade off the counter when I do so. Somehow having the presence of mind to shoot a thankful look over my shoulder to @TemptsYourTaste when he catches it for me, my voice quivering when I turn back to you• Oh, amor... •The tears freely flowing now as I let out a happy laugh, going down oh my knees in front of you as I nod like a bobble head• Si. Yes! Si! •laughs again as I eye the beautiful ring in the box you’re holding•

Beau:

°gets my happy ass in gear and busts out the back of the truck heading over to @AFuerteRosa and @InTheHandsOFate presenting a dessert for the occasion° It appears we just skipped straight to the Happy Ending. On the house and just for you two.

Levi (@HowsMyHairLook):

•Returns from having gotten lost trying to find, GASP, a public restroom that was NOT worthy of any kind of review, whisper yells @TemptsYourTaste • WHAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!

Beau:

°rejoins you° Craziness. Skipped the tacos, straight to the happy ending. I think they'll be back for the rest of the food. °pours a sangria that his heavy handed, handing it off to you° Drink?

Levi:

Yes. •uses my phone to capture a few photos of @AFuerteRosa just as she says yes to @InTheHandsOFate before taking the drink, holds it up in the air and yells louder this time• Congratulations, Lovebirds!

Memphis:

Si? You sure? |Laughing, I knew you were but still had to tease a little bit. Taking the ring out of the box, I presented it to you and slipped it on your ring finger. Admiring how perfect it was and you, of course, when @TemptsYourTaste walks up with our dessert, thanking him kindly.| Thank you, our friend. |Instantly taking the cupcake you gifted, I handed it to @AFuerteRosa with a huge grin before wiping away her tears.| Happy ending, indeed, Cara Mia. You make so happy and I love you.

Lita:

•just admires the ring on my finger, turning it this way and that while I watch it sparkle in the sunlight before looking up at you with the biggest smile ever• Te amo, mi cielo. Mucho, mucho. Por vida! •turns my attention to @TemptsYourTaste now with @HowsMyHairLook standing next to him and lets out an embarrassingly giddy laugh as I nod along my thanks to you both• Gracias!

Levi:

•grins around the rim of my glass, drinking deeply• Make sure to give me your handles, I’ll tag you on my Insta. And then when the wedding planning is happening, I can let you know all the best places that have the Levi approval.

Memphis:

This sounds like a plan forming. We will definitely be in touch. |Taking @AFuerteRosa's hand, I kiss over the ring and give her a wink, seeing her on cloud nine as it were and we take the cupcake to go. Making sure to get the rest of her order before it was time to leave for for the evening. The day had been a success in my book and I couldn't wait for us to get home to celebrate properly. Soon, @AFuerteRosa was going to be Mrs. Carlita Stone and I couldn't be happier about that.|

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ EMPTINESS ❜

with Neron “Creeper” Vargas.

Request: Can I please get a creeper x reader. The reader has her own bad ass job that get her shot and in to a hospital and creeper can’t contact her. Then find out she in the hospital in critical condition by the cops. You could end this however you like. Thanks

BY ANON

Warnings: a little painful.

Word count: about 1.6k

Aurora says: I didn't study about medicine, sorry. I just like drama. this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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The two shots impacted your chest faster than you would expect, but even so, you could feel them ripping your skin until getting stuck in your right lung and ribs. With no exit wounds. You could feel your own blood spilling out and staining your clothes, wetting your skin in an agonic way, while your body was falling down to the floor close to the warm gun you fired just one time. You could hear your partner claiming for an ambulance through the walkie, holding you between his arms and begging you to keep your eyes open, but it was so dark that you thought they were already closed. Your lungs were getting emptied, running out of air, bit by bit. Your pulse was descending too, even if the pain wrapping your body was increasing your tension.

The last thing you could hear was the sirens coming closer and the intense cry of your partner. After that, there was just silence, darkness and peace.

Creeper was worried, after a whole day without knowing anything about you. He knew that you were having hard days in the police station, but you usually find one minute to text him or call him. He was totally desperate, waiting at the porch of the clubhouse for you to come. But when he saw another patrol coming, that it wasn't yours, all the crew got up from their seats to run towards the sheriff of Santo Padre.

“Should be convenient that you come with us”. Your boss simply said.

And it was more than enough for him to jump into his bike about to die of a heart attack. He already knew that something bad happened. Something very bad.

His world falls into pieces, stopping suddenly his steps under the frame door. The shock of seeing you covered by tubes, and a breathing apparatus fixed on your mouth, makes his legs shake. Bishop has to grab him before faltering, helping him to walk to the bed. Tranq moves the couch close to it, making your boyfriend sitting there. Holding your free hand with his, leaning forward over the mattress, he breaks into an inconsolable crying. The worst part is that you can hear him. You want to tell him that you are okay, that everything is going to be fine. But your lips don't move. Your body doesn't respond at any order your brain gives to it.

You are surrounded by a blindly whiteness, trying to find an exit. No matter where you run to, there's nothing. There isn't a road, or a door, or a hole. Nothing. You begin to cry too, screaming his name until ripping your throat. But nothing. Terrified you let your body fall to the ground, curling your legs to your chest, wrapping it with both arms and burying your face into the gap. You just want to go home, stop feeling pain, stop feeling the emptiness that is consuming you. A disgusting sensation that you are trying to fight against.

The next few days you were conscious of all the visits you had. Your parents, your co-workers, the crew… Creeper was still there, every single second, holding your hand, talking to you. You heard the doctor telling him that some patients, after waking up from a coma, could listen to what was going on around them. He used to look back on the dates you two had before starting your relationships. When you went to the tacos food trucks and had dinner on his bike. When he brought you to Los Angeles to meet the neighborhood where he grew up in. When you were chased out from the cinema to laugh too loud. The first Mayan party, where he introduced you to his brothers, his family.

You were an eternity sitting in the same position, hearing his voice breaking as the night was coming. You could feel him suddenly waking up, shaking you a little, and seconds after, his lips pressing your forehead for some long minutes. You used to touch every single part of your anatomy he kissed with so much love and pain, trying to really feel something. But it was like an empty gesture. Like if your heart was dead, only pumping the blood through your veins.

When he was running out of ideas for talking to you about, Ezekiel brought him a book. You used to tell him that his voice could calm your most rebel demon inside your head, and he needed to make you know that he was there the whole time. Not caring about the fact if you could hear him or not. He didn't move from your side, more than to go to the bathroom, where he used to hide to smoke. You knew because you could smell it. And for the first time, it wasn't disgusting. These small and brief details were the ones which let you know you continued alive, that it wasn't somekind of illusion after death and that it wasn't a situation to live for the whole eternity.

Of course, you had a lot of time to reconsider your life, what you would like to do as soon as you could wake up. Being with him, was your main reason to do it. To live. To breathe by yourself again. And you were fighting every single second to boost your damaged lung. To strengthen it. You begin to move all the time. Shaking your hands, your arms. Jumping. Screaming. Anything to actually move your real body, until you were exhausted. Resting some minutes to start again.

You were doing it, until your little finger did a small stretch over the back of his hand. Like a soft caress. Or a try of it.

Creeper freaked out, jumping from his couch under the attentive look of Angel and Gilly. He didn't need to ask if they watched it. They talked in silence with his widened eyes and the surprised gesture of their faces.

“Hey, hey, baby!” Leaning on the bed, he puts one of his hands on your cheek to gently stroke it. “Can yo—Can you do it again?”

A suffocating heat was burning down your anatomy, opening and closing your fingers trying to do it again, while the tears were wetting your shirt. Feeling a fire growing inside your right lung, consuming it before being able to fill it with air. Like a phoenix rising from his ashes.

A deep breath switched on your body, suddenly raising a hand to pull out the tube inside your mouth and your throat, opening your eyes and feeling an incessant grief in the pit of the stomach. Turning to the edge of the bed, you throw down some saliva and bile to the floor. The tears are falling through your cheeks, feeling a mix of sensations piling up inside your chest. The emptiness had gone. You finally could feel the warm touch of Creeper on you, before falling asleep as soon as your back met the mattress.

It's been a month since that day and, even if you continue feeling some discomfort in your chest, the doctor discharges you. Setting an appointment for the next week. Falling down in your shared bed with Neron, you sink your nose into the pillow, breathing your mixed scents in it. You have talked about how you could hear him and everything that was happening around you, while you were induced into the coma, and you know that he hasn't stopped thinking about it. But you haven't talked about that you reconsider your whole entire life.

When he sits on the bed, looking at you turning towards him, you stretch your arms to hold him and urge your boyfriend to lie by your side. Resting your face in his shoulder, while he hugs you tightly, you try to find the correct words to utter.

“When I was… there, I thought about us. I mean… it was impossible to not do it, hearing you talk about our dates and our adventures”.

You two chuckles, getting comfy enough to face each other.

“It's been the best years of my life and… I can't see me living it without you”. Pursing your lips, you wrinkle slightly your nose. “I want to marry you. I want to… have a family with you. I want everything, Neron”.

“I was about to propose to you that night”. He confesses licking his bottom lip, leaving some caresses on the back of your head. “We have… risky jobs, mama. And If I have to die, I wanna do it knowing that you are my wife, and that you are… conscious of how much I love you”.

You can't help but draw a fleeting smile, before leaning to press your lips on his in a dearly gesture. Kissing him with the need you have felt during three long weeks.

“I love you, Neron… I love you more than I can put into words”. You're almost crying again, with a knot inside your throat breaking your voice.

His arms get closed strongly around you, as if it was possible to melt and mix your anatomies in one. You can't imagine a life with him, having had to live without his touches, his kisses and his hugs for what seemed like an eternity. Without can avoid your cry to get loud, you sink your face under his chin, starting to shake again just with the fact of thinking about it. About the emptiness that wrapped your body for too long, until you were able to wake up.

“Ain't gonna let anyone hurt you again, I promise, mama. And I will keep my promise even if ain't close to you”.

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1. what colors are in your room? Blues, grays, black, and some other brighter and more vibrant colors. 2. who was your favorite school teacher? My English professor Niki!3. what are some passions of yours? Finding the beauty in all things, helping others, arts and crafts (anything I can get my hands on I try to learn how to do - currently woodworking and painting are my faves) 4. when you drink coffee, do you like it black or with cream and sugar? Cream and sugar. 5. are you self-conscious about anything? if so, what? I don't really like to be the center of attention. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I guess I feel as though I'm not worthy or enough. Why would anyone want to focus their attention on me?...but I'm working on feeling enough. 6. do you have any tips for self-love? Do anything and everything you can to make yourself feel the way you should about yourself. The more you look inward and focus on the love you deserve to give yourself the more I believe it's projected onto others. I found through yoga and meditation that I've grown to love parts of myself that I never thought possible. That I could give myself an hour a week to focus on me. I never realized that every time I said yes to someone else, not that it's a bad thing, and said yes to other things, too often I might add, it meant focusing less on myself. Somewhere down that road I lost interest in me, and I've realized it's time to give a little love back to myself. Even if it's only an hour a week. It's an hour I say yes to myself. An hour to check in...To learn to love my own company. 7. do you have any stuffed animals? Do you name them? I have a LOT of stuffed animals. They're mostly in the garage now-a-days. Recently, my girlfriend and I went to Wild Adventures to celebrate my birthday, and we won one another stuffed animals. I have a little dinosaur named Dino and she has a little purple elephant named Humfrey!8. do you like drawing or painting more? I love both, but currently painting. 9. how do you sleep? Typically on my left side but I roll in my sleep and wake up on my stomach a lot. I'm lucky enough to fall asleep on skype every night with the mot wonderful person. 10. what are some things that always make you smile? My girlfriend! My besties! Animals! Food...definitely food...especially of the taco variety... 😍😍11. living in the city, mountains, small town, or out in the middle of nowhere? Mm. Mountains or city! 12. what's your dream house? A little cabin in the mountains or a beach house. 13. how many pets do you wish to have? All of the petssssss!!! Oh my goshhhhh. 14. have you ever dyed your hair? do you want to? what color? I had highlights a couple of times when I was a teenager, and I've dyed it with temp. dye a couple times but nothing truly lasting. 15. what's your opinion on keeping a diary? I think it's a wonderful thing, to sort your thoughts and feelings and place them in a keepsake...I've tried to keep a steady journal and I'd stick with it for a few days and then stop for a month and then make a new entry...so I never keep up with it enough. 16. what's your opinion on keeping an art journal? See answer to 15! Lol. Very similar. 17. any art tips? Go with what you're feeling. 18. talk about a moment where time stopped. I've had quite a bit in the past 6 months..you know who you are 😊..but one in particular was the moment my girlfriend gave me my last birthday gift. It's one that will definitely last a lifetime. I cried because I was THAT happy! 19. do you keep playlists for your music? I do! 20. is there anyone out there that you trust with your life? There isa very select few, but yes. 21. are you your number one priority? Not often. 22. do you always type correctly or do you make millions of typos? I make typos often when I'm in a hurry or when I'm extra hyper, but typically I enjoy typing correctly. 23. recommend some music!! Sleeping at last, I prevail, Faber drive, and recently I've come to really enjoy Idina Menzel!24. are your nails perfectly painted, chipped, or plain? Plain Jane. 25. do you believe in wishing on a shooting star? I do! 26. did you see the eclipse? describe it!! I saw a few moments of it! A coworker let me borrow their glasses. We only had about 80%.27. tell us what you love about nature. I love that it's the one place I feel grounded (pun totally not intended). The one place I feel as though I can finally breathe. 28. who are you? describe yourself! Ehhhh. I don't wannaaaa. 29. what type of music do you like, and why? All types ranging from classical to heavy metal with the exception of like 98% country and rap. 30. what's your favorite clothing store?why do you love it so much? Hot topic and old navy but I'm a broke ass college kid so once a year will do it... ☹️ I love that hot topic has all of my nerdy pleasures and badass band ts but I love that old navy has pants that actually fit lol. 31. thrift stores or name brand stores? Thrift!!32. do you like wearing your s.o clothes? Oh. My. God. Is. This. Even. A. Question???? I have a giant pile of my gf's clothes on my bed at all times only about a foot away. She sleeps with a giant pile of mine and leaves half on one side of her and half on the other so if she shifts she can still cuddle with my clothing. She wears my shirts and pj pants to bed every night and ahhhhh asdfghjkl!!! 💙😍33. when did you start tumblr? why did you decide to? Umm. Junior year of high school I think? So about...5 years ago? I'm a junior in college now. I didn't really want a tumblr. The person I was dating at the time wanted me to have one so I did if they made it I would use it. I grew to loveee Tumblr instantly. 34. what's your face care routine? I like to wash my face in the shower, and use face masks. 35. freckles or dimples? Omg...the impossible question.. ermmm freckles! 36. name something you think should be banned from the universe. Littering. 37. tell us something you did as a kid that you loved. Every Sunday my dad and I used to go to the flea market. I miss it. 38. mom or dad? Mom. 39. do you buy expensive things just for the aesthetic or do you actually use everything you buy? Well we've already established I'm a broke college student sooo...typically if I buy it I'm going to use it and get its use out of it. I have a few items for show because I treat myself every now and again but not often. 40. tell us about something you're strongly opinionated about. Politics. 41. do you take peoples advice or do you have to figure things out yourself? I try to figure things out but I don't mind asking for advice whether or not I take it. 42. bra or no bra? Aha 😏😏43. would you rather be cute or comfy? Comfyyy! 44. tell us about a moment in your life where everything went just perfect. When I met her. 45. do you believe in anything? aliens? god? bigfoot? I believe in lots of things. Ghosts. Aliens. Purgatory or an "in between." Love. 46. how much water do you drink a day? I try to drink a lot of water, but I will treat myself with a Sprite here or there. Maybe some tea. 47. how do you feel about your natural hair? Ehhh. I used to hate it. I've more recently grown to like it. I wear it natural on occasion but typically straighten it. 48. what does the sky look like right now? clear? cloudy? pink? blue? rainy? It's looks like a sea of glitter because it's night time. 49. would you be a prince or a king? princess or a queen? Maybe a hobbit? 50. tell us about your favorite outfit! All black! Black skinnies, black vans, and a black v-neck! 51. name a few things you love about yourself. My hair. My eyes. My lips. My heart. 52. are you open-minded? I always try to be. 53. do you judge? could someone come to you in any situation they're in and you not judge them? I would hope I make everyone feel safe enough around me to come to me and know that I'll listen and not judge. Unfortunately society has taught us to make more judgements in first 5 seconds of knowing someone than we can count, and I try my best to break that habit. I try to closely follow, "don't judge a book by its cover."54. do you like planning ahead? I do, but it's good to be spontaneous! 55. tell us how you feel about school. I love learning about things and the way they work. 56. talk about your first pet. My first pet...well I was probably only about 5-7 yrs old and I picked out the runt of the litter of puppies my dog had and named her cowgirl. My first pet I had all on my own was a calico kitten named phantom. 57. chocolate or strawberry milk? Um..neither.. but chocolate if I must pick. 58. were you/are you in a fandom? if so, what? I enjoy cosplay but I don't really consider myself to be in a fandom. 59. spotify, pandora, or itunes? Spotify 60. favorite disney princess movie? Umm..they aren't princesses really but Pocahontas, Mulan, and Moana. 61. favorite disney movie...currently Moana 62. what's a subject that you think people don't talk about enough? History, Psychology, and Politics. 63. how long does it take you to let your phone update? Until it requires me to64. describe the fifth picture on your phone! The 5th from the top is a photo I took of a little fairytale garden named lichgate, and the 5th from the bottom is a picture of my beautiful girlfriend! 65. favorite movie and why? V for Vendetta. I'm fascinated with all of the symbolism. 66. do you watch studio ghibli? what's the first one you saw? what's your favorite one? Nope. 67. you're home alone. describe how the setting is. music? what kind of music? tv on? what show? Music of all sorts or TV while I do my homework. 68. how often do you say "i love you"? I try to say it as I feel it. I let someone know when I do. 69. do you have any weird things you obsess over? Office supplies and pennies 70. do you like being single or do you wish you had a partner? I have a partner!!! I love her very very much. I don't know what I'd do without her. 71. what's the last drink you had? Water. 72. talk about the easiest person to talk to. I would have to say my girlfriend. I'm lucky enough to have her as my gf and as my best friend! I also feel as though I could talk to my other besties about anything and everything. 73. give us some of your favorite blogs! Jiljer735, unevxntful, anything regarding the 100 lol 74. if you could have one wish, what would it be? That I could spend every day with the person I love. 75. do you sing in the shower? I love to! I can't promise it's good but I don't really care lol76. how often do you shave? or do you wax? or do you not shave? I like to shave my armpits very often. At least 4 times a week. Legs aren't always clean shaven. Maybe once or twice a week. I like to keep everything else nice a tidy. 77. tell us about a habit you wish you could stop. Biting my nails. 78. do you listen to your own advice? I try to. 79. do you love yourself? if not, are you trying to? I do a lot more than I used to. It's something that requires daily attention. 80. tell us about your favorite halloween!! what did you dress up as? did you get a lot of candy? I don't remember what I dressed up as, but I remember when I used to run around with my older brother hoping from neighborhood to neighborhood.81. first memory that pops in your head, talk about it. ...god take me back... she told me she never really liked the beach but she also hadn't been too too much...I decided to take her for a night trip to the beach. It was early spring, and the nights were still cold. We made it to the coast, and we laid out on a blanket beneath a sea of stars glistening across the water. Soft music playing. We danced to our song. We watched as the waves crashed into the shore sending out a long blue sparkle because of the bioluminescent phytoplankton. 82. how are you? what are you feeling? how has your week gone? I am well, and I feel well. My week has been pretty stressful and incredibly hectic. 83. rant. I hate that I'm stuck here when I really want to be with my girlfriend on her birthday. I was supposed to see her this weekend but because of Hurricane Irma I refuse to let her travel to see me. 84. do you worry about something a lot? if so, what? That I bore people or that I'm not making them happy because they always seem to be distracted or focused on other things when I'm trying to talk to them. 85. do you think long distance works? I absolutely do, and I think it builds a stronger lasting bond. 86. would you date someone younger than you? older than you? Nope. I have a girlfriend. She's 11 months older. I've dated up to 9 years older and 2 years younger though. I prefer older. 87. name some people you'd love to meet. Umm. Idk.... I'd have to really think about it for a while.... I don't have an answer atm. 88. what were some things you were scared of as a kid? Spiders, needles, furbies, and happy clowns...scary clowns are just fine...it's the happy ones you had to look out for! 89. tell us about your favorite birthday. Probably my 21st birthday that just passed! I got to celebrate with my family. 90. how is high school? It sucks monkey balls. I'm happy in college. 91. tell us the worst pick-up line you've ever heard...."how much does a polar bear weigh?" "enough to break the ice"92. every been groped or catcalled? how'd it make you feel? what did you do? I have been groped as well as catcalled. It made me pretty pissed because someone thought so low of me that they whistled at me like a dog or attempted to feel me up 93. opinion of feminism? Rock on! 94. tell us about a time you got embarrassed. Just recently. I don't really care to talk about it. 95. ever had a pregnancy scare? tell us about it! Never. One great thing about being hella gay is you have the best birth control. 96. tell us about your best friend. Well I've mentioned her quite a bit already and she's breath taking. She has the brightest and biggest heart. She inspires me often. Sam, my best friend of 16 going on 17 years is the bomb.com! I haven't been connected with my other bestie in a while but she's always in my heart and on my mind. I miss her like crazy! 97. what's your opinion on planning your life out? I think it's good to have a plan, but again, it's always great to just go and do. Be spontaneous. Do things that scare you. So what if it's awful timing. Make it work. Have an adventure. 98. describe what you think afterlife is like. I hope I'm reincarnated or that when I'm cremated that they'll plant a tree! 99. talking on the phone or texting? I used to say texting but there's nothing like hearing the voice of someone you care dearly for. 100. how do you feel about the way most teachers treat students? I think that most teachers are exactly their title. They're there to teach. Some are without a doubt awful teachers lol. Some are great, but very few are those ones that stick with us for the rest of our lives. I think teachers are incredible. They put up with a LOT of bullshit and yet are still willing to go out of their way to make sure you understand the things you're learning if only you ask. Many are there to help you. Genuinely help you. 101. what's a word you use more than others? Essentially, fuck, hella, uhhh I dunno.

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