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arcticfox007 · 3 years ago

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Suptober Day 1: Harvest

This is my first time doing Suptober and I probably won’t do every day (and am already a day late) but I thought it would be a good creativity boost and looking through all the other work it seemed like a lot of fun! Thanks to @winchester-reload for organizing this :)

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Castiel hadn’t meant to overhear the conversation. He was supposed to be on break, but had volunteered to reset room 5 for the next patient because he knew his friend Alex had been in dire need of a break. Cas was only a volunteer, spending his junior year of college shadowing various medical professionals to get a better idea of what a career in medicine would really be like. When Alex had suggested shadowing one of the doctors she worked with, he’d readily agreed, knowing that his friend spoke highly of both Dr. Barnes and Dr. Fitzgerald.

He’d already spent the past few hours shadowing Dr. Fitzgerald (or Garth as he insisted on being called) and had seen enough to realize that Family Medicine was understaffed and struggling to do the best they could for their patients given the absurd constraints on their time. Garth was currently seeing a patient who didn’t want a stranger in the room, so the doctor had told Cas to grab some lunch. Cas had intended to do just that when he saw Alex making frantic phone calls at the front desk. When she’d hung up, she’d looked at the end of her rope, explaining to Can that one of the other nurses called out and she couldn’t find anyone to cover for them.

Which is how Cas ended up in room 5 wiping down the surfaces and pulling a new paper cover over the bed. Cas knew all about patient privacy, but really, the conversation easily carried into the room when the man who must be one of Dr. Barnes patients had decided to continue talking to her out in the hallway. The man had a compelling voice and by the time Cas realized he was eavesdropping it was too late to avoid it as leaving room 5 now would have only made the unsuspecting patient realize he’d been overheard.

“Um, and, I’m really sorry about this doc, but I probably can’t afford the bill for today’s services right away.”

“Dean, just call Meg like I told you. Our pharmacy here is amazing at finding co-pay cards for these types of medications.”

“I will talk to her, I swear. It’s just when we had to switch insurance plans the new one says the co-pay for that grade of medicine is $100 a dose. I’m honestly not sure I can make that work Dr. Barnes.”

“I understand, but you need this medicine Dean. Your RA will flare right back up without it. If that happens you eventually won’t be able to work at all. Even skipping doses is ill-advised, letting the inflammation persist could eventually cause permanent damage to your joints.”

“I get it doc, I do, but $400 a month? It’s basically choosing between eating and my ability to move without pain.”

“Dean, just talk to Meg. We will figure something out. At least promise me you’ll take the Humira every other week. I know it didn’t manage your symptoms well at the lower dose before, but it was still better than letting the RA go untreated.”

Dean must have responded to Dr. Barnes in some way Castiel couldn’t hear, because after a few moments the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, fading as they moved towards the front desk. Cas hurried out of room 5, the trash bag hanging unnoticed from his wrist. His heartbeat sped up as he worried that he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of “Dean” before he left the office. Cas didn’t really know what he was planning on doing, just that he couldn’t stand the thought of this man resigning himself to pain all because the healthcare industry was such an awful mess that it would burden someone with choosing food over medicine. Something about the way Dean had sounded reminded him so much of his sister, Anna, right before she had left Castiel forever. That feeling drew Cas forward to meet a man he didn’t know. Cas couldn’t solve Dean’s money problems, Cas couldn’t force the government to change how healthcare was run in the country, Cas couldn’t even make Dean’s medical issues any better – but he could meet this man and maybe make him smile for a moment. Maybe, if he was brave enough, he could offer him some sort of friendship so maybe he would have one more person to help him through his struggles. Cas had been too young to understand how alone Anna must have felt but he knew more about it now. Helping people like Anna was what had drawn Cas to medicine in the first place.

Turning the corner Cas was startled to see what could only be a 6-foot flannel-wearing freckled god. The man was Hollywood beautiful and for a moment Cas forgot what had brought him rushing around the corner in the first place. The sound of Alex pointedly snapping her fingers brought Castiel back to reality as he broke of his inappropriate staring. He felt his skin heat up rapidly as he blushed.

“Did you finish room 5, Castiel?” Alex stared at him expectantly. Silently, Cas handed over the trash bag and muttered something about taking his lunch break outside. Too embarrassed by his very obvious admiration of the man that must have been Dean, Cas didn’t think he could talk to him in front of Alex. He rushed out the front door in the hopes that the autumn air would help him pull himself together. He didn’t know why he’d felt so compelled to talk to a man who’s private and very personal conversation he’d overheard. He was almost glad that his humiliating gawking had saved him from speaking to the guy. After all, what would he have said anyway? The air alone wasn’t helping Castiel’s composure, so he began pacing in front of the building.

“I mean how do you go up to a stranger and tell them they aren’t alone and that good things do happen? It’s not like it wouldn’t embarrass the guy to know I overheard him talking about his money problems…” Cas froze as he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

“Uh, hey man. I actually came out to ask you something else, but I think this just got awkward.” Cas took a deep breath already knowing it was Dean standing behind him. Cas’ habit of muttering to himself when anxious had gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion, but never quite as badly as this felt. Sadly, his fervent wish to turn invisible on the spot was being ignored by the universe and he found himself staring into striking green eyes while wondering how he could possibly salvage this situation.

“H-hello Dean. I’m Castiel, and I can’t apologize enough for overhearing your conversation with Dr. Barnes. I swear it wasn’t intentional, I was cleaning out the room you were standing near and – “

“Whoa, hold up buddy. I’m not mad or anything. I mean, it wouldn’t be my topic of choice to start chatting up the hot new guy at my doctor’s office, but you clearly work in healthcare, I’m sure you’ve heard the same thing from lots of folks.” Cas’ brain froze a bit when Dean referred to him as hot, but then it caught up with what he was actually saying.

“Er, actually I’m just shadowing Dr. Garth for the day, but yes, I have heard stories like yours. My sister, Anna, went through something similar. That’s why I wanted to say something to you but wasn’t sure what. Then I actually saw you and, well, you saw. I’m not really good with subtlety. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” Dean threw his head back with a barking laugh and Cas found himself staring at the beautiful man yet again.

“Having someone like you checking me out definitely doesn’t make me uncomfortable. If it makes you feel better, I came out hoping to ask if you’d be interested in going to the Harvest Festival tonight. I have to work for a bit at my store’s booth but if you were free around 7, I’d love to talk with you more. Even if it’s just whatever you wanted to talk to me about before.” Dean smiled flirtatiously at Cas, and there was no way to resist that.

“Yes, I’d love to! Where should I meet you?”

They exchanged information quickly, and parted ways with matching smiles. Cas would get his chance to tell Dean how his sister gave up her fight with cancer because she knew her treatments were bankrupting the family. He’d tell him how he’d was hoping to be a doctor himself one day to maybe help someone else like Anna win their fight despite the shitty healthcare system. He’d also tell Dean that he’d chased him down the hall because he’d desperately wanted to tell him that maybe they were strangers, but that he hoped Dean didn’t give up and that he’d be willing to be there for him if having a friend would help.

Now though, Cas thought maybe he’d already made Dean’s day a bit brighter, and he looked forward to getting to know the handsome man better. Maybe his impulse to offer his friendship to a stranger wasn’t as insane as it first seemed, and if Castiel was reading things right perhaps friendship wasn’t the only thing they had to offer one another.

#suptober21 #arcticfox007writes #Destiel #Destiel fanfic #castiel #dean winchester #supernatural fic #yeah I know I barely worked in the prompt #my bad

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years ago

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I’m bored and you’re headcanons are honestly so quality omfg but anyways write a headcanon of ethan and MC having a high school, slow burn love/not love (angsty ✨✨✨ kinda like us with our muses 💀 I’m not sure if Ethan ends up coming out as gay at the end tho-honestly if he did I’m living for it) love you lots! 💖 your tumblr niece

AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAH no no nope Ethan will not come out as gay 🤣 But I am going to take full on creative liberty with this and you’re just gonna have to deal 😘

Ethan and Becca Meet in High School

Ethan Ramsey was 26 years old and a TA for the school’s science department. He took the part time role on a year’s contract to help pay off some of his student loans before he started residency.

At 17 years old, Becca was a senior at a small-town high school.

Becca was an interesting student - very quiet but intelligent. She surrounded herself with the strangest group boys. Those boys were her lab bench mates, and were incredibly subpar.

More than once Ethan caught the three boys playing games on their laptops and scrolling their feeds instead of paying attention.

He watched her carry them all on her back through the course. And ask for nothing in return.

It made his blood boil - they were clearly taking advantage of their friend.

The next week Ethan persuaded Ms. Cook changed up the seating arrangements.

Ethan took great pleasure in marking the boys Cs instead of the B+ they were used to getting with Becca’s help.

Second Semester, AP Bio was kicking Becca’s ass. She needed help preparing to get the 5 she needed on the exam in order to rank Top 15 in her class before graduation.

So she attended Ms. Cook’s after school sessions.

It seemed half the class needed extra help, so they were split up into groups. Half with Cook and half with Ramsey. Becca was assigned to Ramsey.

As the days and weeks progressed, the after school group dwindled.

After a choose-your-partner lab that day, Becca ended up with the same group of useless individuals.

At study group that afternoon, Ethan confronted her about it: “I don’t know why you let them take credit for your work. Be proud of your accomplishments.” “Being proud gets you enemies.” “You’d rather have friends and compromise your integrity, than showing everyone what you’re capable of?”

That made her think.

“I’d rather come out of high school unscathed.” “You can’t make everyone love you. The sooner you learn that, the sooner you’ll come into your own.” “And who are you, Dr. Ramsey?” “Someone who took every opportunity I could. I advise you do the same.”

Over the next few weeks they got to know one another better. Ethan becoming her somewhat mentor and encouraging her to speak up more and assert herself.

She took all his words to heart.

He was proud and a little taken aback when she found a fallacy in one of their labs and called Ms. Cook out on it. It resulted in it being postponed to fix the errors.

Being a high school senior meant having to choose what college to go to.

She was getting acceptance letters left and right but she had absolutely no clue what she wanted to to with her life.

“Did you always want to be a doctor?” she asked one afternoon. “No. But it’s what I’m good at.” “How did you know it’s what you wanted to pursue?” “As much as I regret saying this, it felt like a calling.” “Hmph. Okay.” “You don’t agree with the notion?” “I don’t know what I want to do. I’ve applied to so many schools and different programs. How do I know which one’s right?”

They talked about what she’s passionate about and what makes her happiest and what careers she thinks she could pursue.

That got her to think. Think long and hard and over a few days.

She had a new outlook on life - she was on a new quest to find her eternal happiness.

May came around and she took her AP exam. She got a perfect score. _

Becca has eyes. She notices how attractive Dr. Ramsey is. Tbh everyone notices - he’s the thirst of the school district. Her girl friends even ask her about him multiple times a week. All she does is roll her eyes and say he’s too old for them.

Becca had been all but dating Bryce Lahela for the last year and a half.

They were friends.

Friends who kissed and touched and spent almost every Friday and Saturday night together with the gang.

It wasn’t a secret that Bryce was completely enamored by her.

He wanted her. Officially. And he was tried of waiting.

One day after school, Bryce was waiting outside Ms. Cook’s classroom for her.

He nodded at and dodged every student that passed him as he waited. She was the last one to leave.

“Hey,” he gave his megawatt smile. “Hey, what’re you doing here? Don’t you have practice?” “Ended early.”

They exchanged small talk and Bryce finally began to lay everything out in a young, round about way. He kissed her to butter her up.

“Be my girlfriend?” “What’s wrong with what we already have?” “C’mon, Becks,” he pulled her in closer by her beltloop. “No.” “No?” “What’s the point? We’re just going to break up before college.” “You don’t know that.”

She rattled off all her reasons why: they aren’t going to the same school, they’re young, she doesn’t want to resent him, she doesn’t want to fall in love with him just for it to end badly.

Bryce went to fight for her but was interrupted by the slam of a door. The two looked up and saw Dr. Ramsey and Ms. Cook locking up for the evening.

She pulled away from him and turned on her heels.

At the bus stop, Becca sat with her head in her hands.

Ethan came up next to her. “For what it’s worth, I think you made the right decision. You’re going to change immensely over the next few years.” “I know,” she grumbled into her palms. “It just hurts.” _

Becca went to Stony Brook and double majored in Chemistry and Biology.

She then attended Med School at UCLA.

Her second year, a familiar name stared back at her from her required internal medicine textbook: Dr. Ethan Ramsey.

Becca couldn’t help the smile as she remembered him. She’d almost forgot about the TA that impacted her life more than she could ever know.

Out of curiosity she consumed all his research. And when she finished everything, she found his direct email at Edenbrook.

She spent an entire weekend wondering if she should email him - Ask if he remembered her and that she followed his advice. She found her calling and it was helping people, just like him. She thought about throwing a joke in there but figured it had been too many years and it probably wouldn’t translate.

When residency came, she only had applied to Edenbrook.

And that’s when she emailed him.

She hadn’t gotten a response for months.

Actually, she didn’t hear anything until her decision letter came.

That same evening she found an email from him at the top of her inbox: Glad to see you’ve found your voice. We look forward to welcoming you to the team.

Ethan vaguely remembered Becca.

Honestly, he blocked the whole TA part of his life out.

Though, once he received her email, he personally vetted her application. And he was blown away. She wasn’t some naïve teenager.

Becca started working at Edenbrook and wanted nothing more than to learn from Ethan himself.

But he was different - jaded and cynical and not as approachable as she remembered.

He pushed her to reach her potential and she pushed his buttons.

They grew closer, especially with Naveen’s case. Basically the slow burn in canon happens.

These two get together, officially, once their jobs at the new Bloombrook Diagnostics Hospital were instated and they were definitely both staying in Boston for the foreseeable future. _

Becca didn’t particularly want to go to her 10-year high school reunion. She went because she was being recognized for her accomplishments with a few other alum.

She brought her boyfriend Ethan with her. “If I have to sit through this, so do you.” “I can honestly say I’ve never been to a reunion.” “Well, you’re my excuse to leave early. Gotta put the old man to bed,” she winked.

She was grateful for him playing along instead of taking another shift at work, and it would be nice to just be a couple for once. Without expectations hanging over them as the heads of their respective departments at work.

They had been in the ballroom for less than 15 minutes before they heard the loud whispers circulating.

Seems like Becca wasn’t the only one who remember the sexiest TA in all of high school history and of teenage dreams.

There were a bunch of intrusive questions being thrown at them and people coming up to them for the low down.

They tried not to be rude in their admonishments but the whole situation was awkward as fuck. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring him with her....

But there was no going back now.

And then Bryce sauntered over.

They hadn’t spoken to one another since senior prom when he took her best friend as a date and then hooked up with someone else at the after party.

“Rebecca, you look amazing,” he came in for a hug. “Thank you, Bryce.”

They had awkward catch ups at one side of the table as Ethan sat at the other end fending off questions from other girls and a select group of boys that remembered him.

Bryce and Becca talked about what they’ve been up to, how he’s now a surgeon and what brought him back home.

They lamented about how it’s strange they’re both in medicine and never spoke of that as a career path way back when.

In their long, flowing and unawkward conversation, they settled that it was best they went their separate ways.

They settled on the agreement that they didn’t think they’d end up at the schools they went to if they did date. They assumed love would reign and they’d choose to stay close by, and New York and California were not close by.

With all the long awaited closure finally out of the way, Bryce motioned towards Ethan; “So, you and that guy? How’d that happen?”

She knew what he was thinking and was quick to squash any rumors from starting.

“We work together. Didn’t mean for it to happen, it just kind of fell together.�� “You look happy.” “I am.”

Bryce was bold in his next assumption. Knowing Becca as the girl who always spoke about never getting married and being a free bird as her main reasons for never committing to a boy, he wanted to catch her of guard: “Is it love?”

He wasn’t prepared for her answer.

“Yes.”

People change and are allowed to evolve. But it’s hard to imagine someone you once loved as anything other than who they were. And it’s even harder to see them in love with someone else.

#love you the mostest #open heart #open heart headcanons #hc #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey #bryce lahela #asked #you weren't expecting this and i wasn't expecting to write this #what did i just write????#Anonymous #bryce x mc

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morningfears · 5 years ago

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Television Romance [Chapter Two]

Rating: PG-13 (a little suggestive, a little swearing)

Summary: Luke and Natalia go on their first date and they’re surprised at how well they get along. Natalia is also surprised at how well she’s able to ruin a moment.

Word Count: 6.7k

Chapter One

The conference room was empty as Natalia settled into one of the oversized office chairs situated around the long wooden table. She still had twenty minutes until colloquium, a meeting that took place every other Friday and served as a way for students to get to know their professors’ and colleagues’ research interests, began but she had just gotten out of a meeting with her advisor and didn’t feel like walking the extra few steps to the grad office. She knew that it would be full of students, each of them expressing how pointless they found colloquium or how annoyed they were to be on campus on a Friday, and though she usually felt compelled to agree (colloquium was, for the most part, pointless and her Fridays suffered greatly for it), she was in too good a mood to complain.

Although her workload had felt overwhelming, she’d managed to finish it all in far less time than she anticipated. She’d worked harder than she had in months and her sleep schedule suffered dearly for it but her advisor had the first draft of her thesis proposal, her conference paper had been submitted with nearly twelve hours to spare, and her co-author had the revisions necessary to resubmit their journal article. Her students had their first grades of the semester and every unread email in her inbox was answered.

She was exhausted, mentally and physically, but she’d managed to free her schedule completely so that she would have nothing to worry about when she went to dinner with Luke.

As if he could sense her thinking about him, Natalia’s phone vibrated in her hand and a message from Luke appeared on the screen. “Is it too cheesy to tell you that I’ve been looking forward to this all week?”

Natalia grinned at the message, a goofy smile that made her cheeks hurt, and bit back an uncharacteristic giggle as she replied, “Only if it’s cheesy to tell you that I’ve been looking forward to it, too.”

Though she had been somewhat excited when she met him - he was gorgeous - her excitement only grew the more they interacted. Throughout the week, she and Luke had exchanged dozens of messages. Most of them were superficial, wishes for good days and texts meant to plan their evening, but a few had been more fun and inquisitive. They’d wanted to save the traditional questions for the date itself - what do you do, where are you from, what brings you to LA? - so they’d had to get creative in getting to know one another.

Luke had taken to sending her cheesy jokes, stupid puns and ridiculous questions - her favorite of which was whether she would fight one horse sized duck or a dozen duck sized horses - in an effort to get to know her and it made her giddy with anticipation. She thought he was cute and he seemed charming. He was fun, silly, and sweet and she found herself starting to like him more than she thought she would. She wasn’t attached, not yet, but she could feel herself growing more comfortable with the idea of him becoming a part of her life and she only hoped that that would extend to their in-person meeting.

As she grinned at Luke’s latest joke, a cheese pun that made her groan in delight, she failed to notice the door of the conference room open or the bag drop onto the table beside her. She was too engrossed in typing out her reply, a string of emojis and a half-hearted plea for him to find a new hobby, to notice Nicole take a seat. Only when she spoke did Natalia look away from her phone.

“Okay, so, I was thinking about ordering pizza for tonight. We have some money in the grad association account and free food is the only thing I can think of that will convince people to spend their Friday night locked in the grad office. We can’t buy their alcohol but I promised everyone we would go out for drinks once the last person hit submit.”

Natalia blinked, confused as to what Nicole was talking about, before her eyes widened and her heart dropped in realization. “The writing party, fuck,” she groaned, her head falling back as she huffed a sigh of annoyance at her mistake. She wasn’t normally one to forget things - she was the first person anyone turned to when they needed to know a deadline - but it had completely slipped her mind. She’d been so caught up in wanting to see Luke that anything nonessential had completely fallen off her radar. “I’m so sorry, Ni. I totally forgot all about it.”

“It’s no big deal,” Nicole assured her as she watched Natalia spin in her chair to face her. “It really didn’t need any planning. I just sent out an email. I was hoping you could bring some of those method books of yours, though. I don’t have anything to submit so I wanted to work on my proposal. I’m having trouble wording the coding section.”

Natalia grimaced and shook her head. “No, Ni, I forgot and, uh, sort of made other plans?”

She tried her hardest not to look guilty - it was an informal writing group that likely wouldn’t get much writing done, anyway - but Natalia felt bad. She knew that Nicole was struggling to get her proposal done and there weren’t many other people she could turn to for help. Their program was small, one of the smallest on campus, and of the current cohort, only she, Nicole, and one doctoral student had chosen the same methodology. They hadn’t had a formal class on the method yet - they’d been thrown to the wolves, not unlike the rest of their graduate career - and relied on one another to make the best of their situation.

This would have been an opportunity for them to sit down, uninterrupted by life, and work out the roadblocks she’d been hitting. However, Natalia had forgotten and committed to dinner with Luke.

“I can reschedule,” she offered, before Nicole could speak, “I feel like he wouldn’t mind.”

At the mention of a ‘he’, Nicole raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “No, seriously, it’s not a big deal. We can meet during office hours next week or something. But, that’s beside the point.” She dropped her cellphone onto the table and turned her full attention to Natalia as she asked, “He? Who is he?”

Natalia knew that Nicole was expecting her to say that the aforementioned he was her father, who she had dinner with once a week, or the new TA that followed her around like a lost puppy. But she wasn’t expecting her to say, “The guy from the coffee shop, Luke.”

“The one that destroyed your dress?” Nicole did look surprised, her eyebrows remained raised and her mouth dropped open, but she looked almost amused at the sheepish grin that graced Natalia’s face. “Let me guess, he asked you out as a way to make up for it?”

“…yes. He’s so cute, Ni, I couldn’t say no,” Natalia gushed with a grin as she shifted in her chair and reached for her phone. Nicole rolled her eyes good-naturedly and rolled her chair a little closer to lean over and take a look at the text thread Natalia pulled up. “Look, he’s been sending me stupid jokes all week and he’s excited about the date and so am I.”

“Wait, date? Holy shit, Nat, get laid!”

Natalia and Nicole glanced up from her phone and watched as Ali, the third member of their cohort - the only other master’s student that started the program at the same time as them - stepped into the conference room and took a seat across from them. “D’you finally agree to meet a Tinder match in person?” she asked as she grabbed a notebook and pen from her backpack.

“No, they met the old fashioned way; he destroyed her dress by spilling coffee on her,” Nicole answered for her as she grabbed her own notebook out of her backpack.

“Oh, retro vibes, cute. Is he hot?” Natalia rolled her eyes fondly as Ali leaned forward, her eyebrows raised as she waited for a response.

Although the three of them had grown as close as sisters and looked quite similar to one another, they couldn’t be more different. Nicole was the oldest - she’d taken two years off between undergrad and grad school - and acted like it. She was the voice of reason, the calming presence that kept Natalia from overreacting and Ali from under-reacting. She was the heart of the group, the one who provided a shoulder to cry on and a kind word of advice when things got tough, and neither Natalia nor Ali could imagine getting through grad school without her. Nicole was also married and had been for three years. She and her husband had been together since their freshman year of college - they met in a class - and she was very happy to be in a committed, long term relationship.

Ali was the wildcard of their group. She was a free spirit, only acting according to her own desires, and was unapologetic in how she lived her life. She was the group’s sense of courage, pushing Natalia out of her comfort zone by taking her out to bars and helping her fill her closet with clothes she never would’ve imagined herself wearing as well as helping Nicole get through the semester without bowing to the pressures of the administration. Like Natalia, Ali was technically single. Unlike Natalia, however, Ali dated around and kept her options open. She had a string of ‘boyfriends’ and decided that she would wait until after she received her doctorate to settle down.

Their biggest similarities were their looks. Each of them had long dark hair, though Ali’s was a shade lighter than Nicole and Natalia’s, and stood at a little over five feet. Nicole and Natalia stayed out of the sun, both of them burned quite easily and went red instead of tanning, while Ali remained a beautiful olive all year round. Nicole and Ali were both curvier, each with natural assets that Natalia longed for, while Natalia fell somewhere in an annoying gap between petite and average.

Natalia loved the differences in her friends, she appreciated seeing the way they all complemented one another, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the almost predictable reactions she’d gotten from both of them upon learning that she had a date.

“He’s gorgeous,” she finally answered, grinning at Ali when she nodded in appreciation and gave her a thumbs up.

“That’s my girl! Have you got condoms? You can stop by my place and grab some after colloquium if you want. Oh, do you need help getting ready? I can do your makeup!” Ali looked to be almost more excited than Natalia was about the date. She was giddy, grinning at the possibilities, and Natalia hated to rain on her parade but she didn’t plan on sleeping with Luke on their first date.

“I appreciate the offer, Al, but I don’t think I’ll need the condoms just yet. I would love for you to do my makeup, though. We’re going to Oak and I know it’s kind of dark in there but it’s also a little nicer than the dives we go to so I should make an effort,” she reasoned as she watched the door swing open and a few of their classmates enter the room. She waved at them, as did Nicole and Ali, before she added, “We can talk about it after colloquium.”

Throughout the hour long meeting, Natalia’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Luke texted her, a photo of himself and his dog that made her heart melt, and joked that he had the best help in getting ready for their night. Nicole and Ali filled their group chat - appropriately titled ‘why are we here?’ - with suggestions for conversation topics (although Natalia sincerely hoped ‘do you have any hot, single friends?’ was a joke) as well as gentle teasing about how their baby was growing up.

Natalia took it all in stride, shaking her head at Nicole and Ali’s teasing and gushing over Luke’s dog, but she felt just as excited as they all seemed to. It was nice, having plans and feeling something she hadn’t felt in a long while, and she only grew more excited as colloquium ended and they all began to file out of the conference room.

“Send me a text when you guys choose where you’re going for drinks,” she told Nicole as the three of them stepped out of the building, her and Ali heading toward her car while Nicole was off to her own, “I might stop by and get a drink after my date.”

“If you do, let me know. I want all the details. If not, we can all get breakfast or something and you can tell us everything.” Ali wasn’t the type to turn down a drink or gossip so it came as no surprise that she wanted to be included in the conversation.

“Have fun, Nat,” Nicole bid, a genuinely happy smile on her face as she began walking down the sidewalk. “See you later!”

Natalia and Ali waved off Nicole before they began the trek to Natalia’s car. She and Luke planned to meet at eight and it was already four. She knew that she had time - she would likely only show up a few minutes early - but she was anxious to get ready. She had no idea what she wanted to wear, how she wanted her makeup done, or how to wear her hair. She hadn’t been on a date in years - she’d been too busy worrying about school to worry about much else - so this was new territory for her.

Natalia was glad that Ali was there to help her get ready. She was glad that she had a friend who was willing to pick through her closet and help her find something that was cute enough to make a good impression but comfortable enough to wear for a few hours. She was nervous, a good kind of anxious that filled her stomach with butterflies and had her pacing her bedroom as Ali pulled the final piece of clothing from her closet.

“It’s going to be fine,” Ali laughed as she watched Natalia glance in the mirror at her makeup once more. She’d gone simple, opted for a natural look that only enhanced Natalia’s looks, and reached out to slap her shoulder to keep her from touching her eyebrow. “You’re going to wipe off my hard work. Here, get dressed. Would you mind dropping me off at my place on your way?”

“No, of course not,” Natalia assured her as she grabbed the garments from Ali’s hand and stepped into her bathroom to change. “It’s on my way. That’ll keep me from being too early, too.”

“I was at least a little strategic in getting you ready,” Ali pointed out as she waited for Natalia to exit the bathroom. “Have you warned him that you’re a chronic overachiever who can’t be late and has, like, forty calendars to make sure you don’t miss any deadlines yet?”

“I only have three,” Natalia defended as she emerged from the bathroom, smoothing the top she wore. “I keep them in different places so I always know what I need to be doing. How does this look?”

Ali brought her hand to her chest and faked a sniffle as she caught sight of Natalia. She had gone for simple here, too, and pulled a high-waisted black, button down mini-skirt, a white short sleeve top, and a distressed denim jacket. She handed her a necklace, one of the few pieces of jewelry Natalia owned, as well as a bracelet before she glanced at the two options for shoes she’d pulled out of the closet.

“How tall is he?” Ali asked as she looked between the pair of ankle boots and flats on the floor in front of her.

“Uh, very.” Natalia tried not to sound too excited at that - she’d always been fond of taller men - and Ali nodded in appreciation.

“Boots it is, then. Okay, I think you’re ready. Do you have any pictures of this guy? I’m curious as fuck now,” Ali hummed as she watched Natalia slip her feet into the boots.

“Mm, yeah, he sent me a picture of him and his dog earlier.” She reached for her cellphone, unplugging it from the charger, and opened her text thread with Luke to show Ali the photo he’d sent her. He had the same unique smile he’d shown her the day they met and his clear blue eyes were on display as he’d pulled his hair away from his face. He was cute, far cuter than anyone she’d ever dated, and she felt a small amount of pride at the impressed look on Ali’s face.

“He looks familiar,” she mumbled, after agreeing that he was gorgeous, “I don’t know where I’d know him from, though.”

“Maybe you saw him on Tinder or something,” Natalia offered with a shrug as she locked her phone and dropped it into her bag. “Or maybe he’s friends with one of your boyfriends.”

“Maybe,” Ali shrugged as she grabbed her bag and led the way out of Natalia’s apartment. “I don’t even keep track anymore. Did I tell you about Jason? I would drop out and become a trophy wife for that man any day.”

Natalia listened to Ali share a story about her latest boyfriend - one she agreed was gorgeous and seemed sweeter and a little more put together than the guys Ali usually went for - as she drove her back to her apartment. She realized, as they waited at a red light, that she would get to join the conversation about dates the next time they interacted and felt a small thrill at the idea. She usually had very little to contribute when Ali and Nicole spoke about their partners - other than the occasional, “I’m glad I’m single,” when they discussed the follies of man - and couldn’t wait to tell them all about her date.

As Natalia pulled into the parking lot of Ali’s apartment complex, Ali reached into her bag and pulled a few foil squares from one of the pockets. She took Natalia’s hand off the steering wheel as soon as she’d put the car in park and placed the condoms in her hand before she patted it and grinned. “You never know what you’ll need, so, just in case.”

With that and a grin that made Natalia roll her eyes, Ali climbed out of the car and sent a wave in her direction before bounding up the stairs. Natalia remained in the parking spot for a second, pausing to collect her thoughts and take a deep breath, before she shoved the condoms into her bag, pulled out of the parking lot and made her way to Oak.

When Luke asked if she had any preferences for their date, her first thought was of Oak. It was a bar that couldn’t be considered a dive but was also a far cry from the swanky clubs in other parts of the city. It was nice but not too nice. Like Molly’s, the bar was Instagrammable - a key factor in its popularity with college students as the drinks were a little pricier than two dollar beer but not unreasonable for an every now and again sort of thing - and encouraged patrons to dress a little nicer than the go-to athleisure look. Everything about it read 1920s speakeasy, except the patio. Natalia loved the patio, hidden off to the side with little wooden benches and cool metal tables surrounded by walls covered in ivy, and she was glad the weather was nice enough that she could request they sit out there.

The interior was always a little dark but Natalia thought it was kind of romantic as the lighting was supplemented by tea candles on the tables. However, the music - an array of jazz - was usually a little too loud for conversation. Because of that, she hoped that Luke wouldn’t mind if they ordered their drinks and took them outside so they could talk.

When Natalia arrived (only five minutes early, a rare feat for her as she usually arrived with twenty minutes to spare), she was pleasantly surprised to see Luke waiting for her near the front steps. Although she’d found him attractive upon first meeting him, dressed in basketball shorts and looking like he’d just woken up, he looked even better dressed up.

He had also opted for simple and wore plain black jeans and a wine red button down. He left the first few buttons undone and Natalia imagined that if she were a cartoon character, her eyes would be hearts by now. She wanted to stare at him for a moment longer but she didn’t want to keep him waiting. She took another moment, another deep breath, before she climbed out of the car and crossed the parking lot to join him.

“Hi.”

Luke lifted his head, turning his attention away from his cellphone, and grinned at the sight of Natalia. He quickly locked the device and shoved it into his pocket as he returned her greeting. “Hi.” He paused, his eyes raking over her body and taking in the sight of her, before he added, “You look beautiful.”

Without thinking, with only a giddy nervousness filling her mind, Natalia grinned and returned, “So do you.”

She and Luke stood there, taking one another in with pink cheeks and silly smiles, for far too long. It wasn’t awkward, the silence was appreciative and punctuated by shy grins and quiet giggles, and Natalia would have been content to spend the evening sharing heart-eyed looks with Luke had another couple not walked by, breaking the spell.

“Do you want to head in?” Luke asked, glancing at the door a few feet to his left before returning his gaze to Natalia. “I’ve never been here before.”

Natalia glanced up at him - the height difference was still noticeable, even with her heeled boots - and smiled as they entered the main room. “It’s nice. I’ve been here a few times but, I’ll be honest, I usually go to this place called The Door.”

“The Door? Why here, then, and not there?” Luke asked as they approached the bar and and each reached for a drink menu.

“I didn’t want to run into every professor in my department.” When Luke raised an eyebrow at that, Natalia shook her head and quickly added, “Everyone in the department goes there for drinks and I didn’t think it would fun to have my advisor a few tables over as we tried to talk. I chose this place because I don’t really venture too far from campus. LA is… overwhelming.”

“That’s fair,” Luke acknowledged as they waited for the bartender to make his way to them. He turned to look at Natalia, an easy smile on his lips and blue eyes alight with intrigue, as he asked, “You’re not from here?”

“Is anyone?” Luke laughed at Natalia’s quip and she offered him a smile in return. “No, I grew up in Oakland. It was a different vibe. What about you? You’re not from LA.”

“I’m not,” he confirmed with a shake of his head as he moved to stand a little closer to her to let another couple access the bar, “I’m from Australia. I’ve been here for a really long time, though.”

Natalia could smell Luke’s cologne and bit back a sigh as he met her eyes once again. It was hard to keep her train of thought with him looking directly at her, the longer she stared at him, the more beautiful she found him, but she managed to ask, “Yeah? What brought you to LA?”

As Luke opened his mouth to answer, the bartender approached the pair of them to take their drink orders. Luke gestured for her to order first and she chose the only thing on the menu with vodka - the only liquor she didn’t really hate - while Luke opted for the drink with rum. They started a tab - on Luke’s card, despite Natalia’s resistance - before she gestured for him to follow her to the patio with their drinks.

“Okay, so, what brought you to LA?” Natalia repeated as they each took a seat at one of the small metal tables The lighting was better outside, a little brighter than the candlelit interior, and she had to remind herself not to stare as she waited for Luke’s answer.

“I’m in a band. We came out here to follow our dreams.” Natalia wasn’t exactly surprised to hear that Luke was a musician. He looked the part, with shaggy blonde curls and chipped nail polish on a few fingers as well as a sort of confidence about him that she’d only seen in the wannabe rockstars she knew from home, so she nodded.

“Would I know your music?”

Luke smiled at her, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, and shrugged. The look on his face suggested there was a joke that Natalia wasn’t in on and she scrunched her eyebrows in mild confusion as he asked, “I don’t know. What kind of music do you listen to?”

“A little punk - I’m from Oakland, we have a killer punk scene,” she defended when Luke blinked in surprise. He held his hands up in surrender, a laugh falling from his lips, and gestured for her to continue. “Um, a lot of stuff that was released before I was born? My dad was in a punk band in high school and a grunge band in college and my mom was a riot grrrl. I grew up listening to whatever they were listening to and whatever their bands played and it’s still pretty prominent in my playlists. So, punk and grunge and a lot of classic rock.”

Luke looked mildly impressed by Natalia’s taste and nodded appreciatively. “Yeah, you probably wouldn’t know any of our stuff.” Luke laughed, again looking like he knew something she didn’t, before he took a sip of his drink. She shrugged, a playful smile of her own on her lips, and he shook his head. “I wouldn’t have expected that but that’s way cooler than me. I listen to a lot of pop punk, a little more alternative. And classic rock.”

“Nothing wrong with pop punk. I love blink. And I was super into All Time Low in high school.”

The conversation hit a short lull, both Luke and Natalia glancing at one another over the tops of their drinks, but it wasn’t truly awkward. They had yet to figure out how to interact with one another, which was to be expected, so Natalia offered a suggestion to break the ice. “Want to play twenty questions?”

Luke perked up, the full toothed grin returning, and nodded as he leaned on his elbows and met her gaze across the table. “That sounds like the perfect idea. You want to start?”

Natalia nodded and scrutinized Luke as she thought up her first question. She knew that he was from Australia and that he was in a band she probably hadn’t heard of. She knew that he had a dog and that he liked pop punk. “Do you have any siblings?”

“Two brothers, Ben and Jack. You’re in school, what are you studying?” Luke had an adorable habit of tilting his head to show his engagement in the conversation and Natalia bit back a dreamy sigh as she watched him tap his glass to the beat of the song - the patio had a stream of top 40 hits playing and she didn’t recognize any of them but, judging by the way his eyes lit up when this one came on, he did.

“Health communication. Basically, my line of research is that everyone defines health differently and you can’t expect all people to react the same way to the same messages. There is no universal definition of health.” Again, Luke looked surprised and impressed. He nodded, thankful that she’d given a bit of clarification on what she meant by health communication, and waited for her to ask her question. “What’s the best thing about being in a band?”

Luke lit up at her question, his smile growing into the tongue-pressed-to-teeth grin she was growing to adore. “Is it a cop out if I say everything?” When she nodded, Luke made a show of groaning and pouted for a moment before laughing and shaking his head. “This is going to sound really cheesy but being able to spend my time with my best friends. I love the guys, they’re my brothers at this point, and getting to work with them is all I ever could’ve asked for.”

Natalia felt her heart melt at Luke’s answer. She cooed and when Luke’s cheeks went pink, she reassured him, “That’s the sweetest answer you could’ve given. That’s really awesome. I barely know you but I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.” Luke laughed, cheeks still flushed and eyes crinkling as he watched Natalia take another sip of her drink. “What are your friends like?” He was curious, as they were on the subject, and he wanted to know if the people Natalia surrounded herself with were as interesting as she was.

“Strange. I have my cohort, the two girls I started my master’s program with, and then I have a few friends from home but it’s a pretty small group of very different people and I don’t know where I would be without them.” It was Luke’s turn to coo, his smile soft and his cheeks still pink from a combination of the heat, the alcohol, and his affection, and Natalia dipped her head to get away from his gaze. “In your band, what’s your job? Guitarist, vocalist…?”

“Both of those, actually. I play guitar and sing. Ash, the guy that was with me in the coffee shop, is our drummer.”

“You know, I could’ve guessed that. You’ve got the lead singer look,” Natalia teased. She grinned at Luke’s raised eyebrows and shrugged. “I think it’s the hair, rockstar. But it looks good on you.”

Luke rolled his eyes, a playful gesture accompanied by laughter, and stuck his chin out indignantly. “Looks can be deceiving,” he reminded her, a playful glare on his face as he added, “You keep surprising me at every turn.” When she titled her head, curious as to what he meant, Luke smiled and gestured to Natalia’s empty glass. “That’s a good thing, I promise. And this isn’t my question,” he clarified, a playfully pointed look accompanying his statement, "but would you like another drink?”

“I’d love one. Using that time to think up another question?” Her accusation was playful, her grin gave her away, but Luke played along but giving her a pout.

“How can you think so little of me? I’m not,” Luke denied, his grin bright as he stood to grab another round of drinks. “But I’ll give you that time to think about your answer. Thoughts on social media? I’ll be back.”

Natalia watched Luke disappear through the side door, a bright grin on her lips. Luke was cute, sweet, and fun. The conversation was flowing better than she imagined it would. She was glad that the hope she’d gleaned from her text conversations with him wasn’t misplaced and found herself itching to continue the conversation as she listened to a song she vaguely recognized as one of Dua Lipa’s filter through the patio area.

True to his word, Luke returned in a matter of minutes with fresh drinks in hand and an expectant look on his face. “So, thoughts?”

“I think it’s a useful tool in some cases and utterly useless and damaging in others. It’s helpful in emergencies, getting the word out quickly, but it’s creating a weird culture and I don’t like it. I don’t have any social media profiles aside from Facebook - my mom likes to video chat and doesn’t have an iPhone so, no FaceTime, I just use it for Messenger - and LinkedIn.” Natalia was used to the looks she got from others when she divulged her lack of social media and Luke was no different. He looked shocked but almost impressed.

“That’s really awesome. I don’t use mine much but I think it’d feel weird if I didn’t have them.”

“I mean, you’re a musician. It probably helps get the word out there, build a fanbase, all the marketing stuff. I’m an academic. The only thing I could post on Instagram is a bad selfie taken under florescent library lighting,” Natalia joked as she reached for her drink.

“No faking your life for the ‘Gram?” Luke asked, genuinely curious and interested in hearing her take on social media. It wasn’t often that he ran into people like her, not in his life, so he felt compelled to hear more.

“No, it doesn’t seem worth it. It seems like too much work and, honestly, I don’t want the attention. You have these kids that are, like, twelve blowing up online and that just seems so stressful. I don’t want the world watching my every move. I’m fine in the shadows.”

An odd look crossed Luke’s face at Natalia’s reluctance to be seen and she almost asked him about it. She didn’t understand what the issue was with her not wanting notoriety or her face to be plastered all over Instagram but the look was gone so quickly that she felt like she must have imagined it. So, instead of dwelling, she turned to her next question. “If you were stuck on an island, what three things would you bring with you?”

The conversation continued well past twenty questions. Luke was genuinely interested in her research, asking questions about her reasons for choosing such an emotionally taxing topic and what she planned to do with her research when she finished, and it was nice to just explain rather than defend her choices. She was interested in his music, curious about the songwriting process and the way he dealt with writer’s block from a creative standpoint, and it was nice to talk to someone who had no idea what his life was really like.

They found themselves talking until one of the staff members stuck their head out the door and informed them that it was last call. They’d each only had two drinks, the last was sipped over a matter of hours as they’d been talking too much to really pay attention to anything other than one another, and Natalia was slightly disappointed that it was time to say goodnight as they headed in to close out the tab.

Luke, like Natalia, dragged his feet as they left the bar and lingered near the front steps. He looked just as crestfallen as she did, not ready for their night to be over but not wanting to give her the wrong impression by asking her to come home with him. They liked one another, really and truly, and neither wanted to rush into things. It felt nice, just getting to know one another without the pressure of their lives closing in on them, and they wanted to keep it that way for as long as they could.

“I know this might be too soon,” Luke began, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he met Natalia’s gaze with a shy smile, “but would you want to go out again tomorrow? Maybe for dinner? I have rehearsal tomorrow afternoon but we could do something after that.”

Natalia grinned, a giddy smile that was contagious as Luke matched her grin with one of his own, and nodded. “Definitely. I need to spend the day writing but I’m totally free tomorrow night,” she agreed readily, not caring if she looked eager as Luke looked just as giddy as she did.

“Good, awesome. I, uh, I’ll let you know what time we’re supposed to finish tomorrow.” Luke paused, his grin softening as he realized that Natalia looked gorgeous even in the harsh glow of unflattering streetlights, before he added, “I had a really good time tonight. I’m still sorry for spilling coffee on you but I don’t regret it. Not if it gets me a date like this.”

“I really liked that dress,” Natalia teased, her cheeks flaring pink beneath the foundation she wore as she tried not to coo at Luke’s compliment, “but I’m kind of glad you spilled coffee on me. I think this date more than made up for it.”

Luke and Natalia stared at one another, grinning like lovesick fools and happy that the date had gone better than either of them hoped, before Luke stepped a little closer and asked, “Do you mind if I… can I…?”

Natalia didn’t have a rule against kissing on the first date, she didn’t have any first date rules as she decided she would just see where life took her, but if she did, she would’ve broken it for Luke. As his hand brushed her cheek, she melted into his embrace and breathed a quiet sigh as she nodded just enough for him to feel.

Luke placed a barely there peck to her lips, a soft kiss that felt more like something being taken from her than given, and she wanted to reach out and pull him back into her as he straightened up and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Natalia.”

“See you tomorrow.”

They both lingered for a second, staring at one another, before Natalia gave him a final shy smile and turned to head to her car. Her head was so far in the clouds that she didn’t notice the small dip in the ground and felt her knees hit pavement before she realized what had happened.

She wasn’t sure if she was glad that Luke was there or embarrassed he’d seen her fall as he rushed over and kneeled beside her. The contents of her bag had spilled across the parking lot and she dropped her head in embarrassment as she groaned. “Fun fact about me, I’m great at destroying the mood.”

“I tripped and dumped coffee on you during our first meeting, a little clumsiness isn’t going to destroy anything. Here, let me help you,” he assured her as he began reaching for the little things that had fallen out of her bag. Chapstick, hand sanitizer, gum, a pencil bag; all things she didn’t mind Luke seeing. However, when he grabbed the few condoms Ali left her with, Natalia groaned again.

“I wasn’t… I didn’t intend for anything to happen. My friend Ali just… threw them at me,” she explained as she shoved the items back into her bag and took Luke’s hand for him to help her back onto her feet. “Not that there’s anything wrong with sex on a first date, do whatever you want, I just… Don’t want?”

Luke bit back a laugh at Natalia’s defeated expression and shook his head. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain. Better to be safe than sorry. And, I get it. Tonight was nice. I enjoyed it as it was. And I’m still really looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow night.”

“I’m glad. And I am looking forward to seeing you again, too. Hopefully neither of us will trip and we’ll be leaving injury and coffee stain free,” she joked as she brushed some stray gravel from her knees. “I’ll see you then. Have fun at rehearsal.”

“I would say have fun writing but, I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know if that’s appropriate to wish you?”

“Probably not, no one enjoys writing for academia, but I appreciate the thought. Bye, Luke.”

Luke waved Natalia off and waited until she’d gotten safely into her car before heading for his own. She still felt a little embarrassed - she knew that her cheeks were neon red beneath her foundation - but his handling of the situation made her feel that much better about him. He was a good guy, solid and sweet, and Natalia couldn’t wait to see him again.

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the-starsabove-you · 4 years ago

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Oh Mother

A/N: Reviews are welcomed! I forgot to mention that chapters will come out Mon, Wed and Friday! Also some chapters will be shorter than others like this one! But there’s longer ones after

Chapter 1 - When I kissed The Teacher.

Graduation.. The scariest part of one’s life, some would say that it’s the start of new life, others would say different. Either way, it was a day to remember with celebrations, drinking and having a good time in general. She would say it was one of the most exciting days of her life. Making her way to the stage, she took a deep breath and smiled when going up the stairs. Being asked to be one of the speakers for her college graduation, she had a lot to live up to.. There were many good speeches before her, about being successful.. To have a good life. Accomplish your dreams and whatnot. So She decided to make her speech a bit different for Graduation. Her two friends, Annie and Lori were sitting with the other graduates, looking at their best friend with bright eyes and grins full of excitement, they were aware of their best friend’s plan and were so on board with it.. Annie even had time to the outfits for it while Lori was sitting there drinking wine and giving words of encouragement to her creative friend. Clearing her throat, she made her way to the podium and she took out the piece of paper, she watched her professors watching her. A certain one caught her eye and she chuckled and shook her head before speaking into the microphone “I didn’t expect to speak, but here we are today.. Ladies and Gentlemen we made it to graduation and we’re off to the real world.. Scary right?” She said as the crowd chuckled and a couple of them cheered. Blushing, she looked at the paper before taking it and crumbling it up in a ball and smiled at the crowd “Let’s not forget the memories we had.. That one party where Emily threw up.. Mike threw a Great Gatsby themed party on campus and we got the cops called on.. Great time.. But how could I forget when I kissed a teacher” She said and looked over at the teachers, the one teacher having wide eyes and her jaw had dropped. “Quite a mad day.. We got into that closest near her class. Kissed her and I saw the world in a different light” She said and the teacher was blushing. Looking at the students she had the biggest grin on her face “So here’s to making these last few moments here in college fun.. Hit it!” She shouted as her raised her arm and her fist was closed. Lori grabbed the boom box from under her seat and pressed play. Tearing the graduation gown off, she showed a beautiful yellow striped outfit. Wearing yellow boots over them, going up to her knees. Grabbing the microphone she began singing, Lori and Annie joined the stage with their own costumes. It took awhile for the girls to practice what moves they were going to do but hell, they were having so much fun. It was worth it.

Finally making her way to the teachers, she sat on the lap of the teacher she kissed and she winked at the teacher before kissing her quickly and leaping off and going back to entertain the dancing crowd. The teacher looked on with amazement and she chuckled and shook her head.. That teacher did see everything in a different light now. Jumping off the stage, Y/N ran to the entrance of the graduation center, Lori and Annie following with the other graduates and everyone was jumping around and dancing. There was a stage that was set up in front of a lake for the after party so a couple of bands and speeches were going to be made. It wasn’t until the three girls jumped on the stage and were giving the best performance of their life. Having the time of her life and one of the last hoorah with her friends in college. She turned around and faced the lake, Annie looking at her with an amused look “This is why we love you” Annie said and Lori whined “But I just did my hair!” “Lori, live a little.. This is gonna be our last fun moment at college” She encouraged her friend and Lori smiled at that and nodded and they dropped the mics and ran towards the edge of the stage and jumped, landing into the lake.

For sure she wouldn’t get asked to come back and make a speech for future graduates, and maybe won’t be asked to come back to campus.. But she didn’t care, she had fun. It was also going to be a time to get out of that lake and make it back to Lori’s apartment to wash up and get changed.

The three girls got out of the lake, soaking wet. The other graduates were taking off their gowns to throw it over the girls. The crowd was clapping and some of the crowd were singing the song all over again and were dancing around the field. It was certainly a time that no one would forget. Now to get back to the apartment and not catch a cold on the way.

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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Hello! I absolutely love you’re writing, it’s always so creative and fun to read! If it’s not too much trouble could you please do 1 and 7 from the fluff prompt?

Thank you so much! 🥺 getting nice comments about my writing seriously makes my heart so happy.

1: “how much did you drink?”

7: “wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

Prompt List! Request Stuff! Please!

Read on ao3.

So this is actually something from a longer fic I am going to start. I have so many WIPs right now it’s a mess.Modern College au where everyone is queer and everyone is happy. This was super fun to write! The gang plays Never Have I Ever.

Billy knocked on the apartment door.

He had gotten out of work later than he had hoped, shitty customers demanding service a minute before closing, pushing back his closing and cleaning duties almost an hour. It’s fine. He’s fine.

So, he’s the last to arrive at the party.

Jonathan opens the door for him, obviously high as a kite, with a Billy! Hey man! Billy claps him on the shoulder, shuffling past him in the little entryway.

He can hear footsteps running from deeper in the apartment, Steve appearing at the end of the hallway, muttering billybillybillybillybillybillybilly with every step. He jumped into Billy’s arms wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Hi.” His eyes were glazed, and he had a big dopey grin on his face. “I missed you.”

“Yeah, Baby? I missed you too. How much did you drink?”

“Robin’s been making me drinks!” Robin made the best drinks out of the gang, but they were deadly. She could hide copious amounts of the cheapest alcohol ina pretty good cocktail. It helped too that Steve loved the sugary stuff. Billy once made him a daiquiri and he about lost his damn mind. “I’m a drunky little skunky.”

Jonathan was laughing behind them as Billy carried Steve into the kitchen, fixing himself a drink before heading into the living room with the rest of the gang.

“You two make me ill,” Robin deadpanned as Billy sat down in Steve’s empty spot, Steve settling into his lap.

“Rob, if you could quit being home of phobic, that’d be great.” Billy grinned at Robin. Steve was giggling, resting his head on Billy’s shoulder, shoving one of his hands up Billy’s shirt, resting it against his tummy.

“I think they’re sweet together!” Nancy cooed.

“That’s because you dumped Steve in high school and still feel bad about it,” Barb interjected, everyone howling with laughter as Nancy’s face went red.

“Okay, okay. We had a pretty good game of Never Have I Ever going on, we need to get Billy caught up.” Jonathan winked at Billy from across the cozy living room.

“Oh, that’ll be easier. There isn't a lot I haven’t done. Is that why Stevie is so sloshed though?”

“Yeah, Robin may have been targetting him a little.”

“That’s his own fault for telling me SO many DETAILS about all the sex you two have. We also made him take a shot every time he called you ‘Daddy”.” Billy threw his head back and laughed, Steve making a disgruntled sound at Robin.

“Okay, well I’ll join in. Whose turn is it?”

“Mine.” Barb squinted at him. “Well, never have I ever been born in California.” Bily raised his glass at her, tipping it back and taking a drink. It was her girlfriend’s turn next. Alicia didn’t know Billy all that well, so she was silent for a minute, trying to rack her brain until Barb grinned and leaned over to her and whispered something into her ear.

“Never have I ever had a mullet?” She said it as though she was hoping it wasn’t true. Everyone roared with laughter.

“It was only a mullet for like, two months. It was growing out weird!” Billy still took a good-sized gulp. Steve ran his fingers through Billy’s long hair.

“I like the end result just fine, but those two months were, not awesome, Bill.” Billy tried to look as offended as possible. He knew the mullet was a poor moment for him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side!” Steve laughed, putting his hand back in Billy’s shirt. “That’s okay, I forgive you.” They kissed lazily and sloppily.

“Can you two not suck face for like, five seconds?” Robin yelled over them.

“I have an idea!” Jonathan was practically vibrating in his seat. “If they can go one hour without kissing, we all take a shot, if they kiss, they both have to take,” he counted everyone quickly “three shots each.”

“Wait, no! Don’t take kissing away from me!” Steve shrieked indignantly.

“That many shots are gonna fuckin’ kill Steve at this point, I think,” Billy said.

“Then split it up differently, but either way, six shots must be taken.” Jonathan leaned back in his chair and smirked at Billy. “Should we vote on it?”

Robin raised her hand, grabbing Heather’s arm and shooting it into the air as well. Barb laughed and raised hers, Alicia following suit. Jonathan counted hands, Nancy laughing with hers in the air.

“You all are bullies. Mean, homophobic, bullies.” Steve was pouting in Billy’s lap. He was clingy, totally physically affectionate. If taking three shots didn’t kill him, going one hour without kissing Billy certainly would.

“So it’s a deal. Let’s keep playing then! And you two, now kissing.” Robin winked at them, taking her turn. “Speaking of which, never have I ever kissed a boy.”

Everyone except Barb drank, her and Robin high-fiving.

“Fine, fuck you, Buckley. Never Have I ever kissed a girl.” Billy raised an eyebrow. Everyone drank.

It was Steve’s turn. This should be a mess.

“Billy, what’s something I haven’t done?” He loudly whispered. Billy smirked wickedly, leaning forward to whisper into Steve’s ear, throwing a wink to Nancy.

“Never have I ever had a pregnancy scare.” Jonathon and Nancy when matching shades of deep red while everyone laughed.

“I forgot about that! God, you two are straight.” Robing hooted through laughter.

“That was cold, Billy.” They had both joined in on the laughter, Nancy’s breakdown about a missed period well in the past. “I can get you right back though. Never have I ever, had a chlamydia scare.”

“Well played, Byers! I didn’t know I told you about that!” Billy threw back his drink, shifting Steve off his lap to get a refill. Steve whined and clung to Billy tighter. Steve was a fucking barnacle when he was sloshed. Billy sighed and picked him back up, just taking Steve with him into the kitchen.

“When the fuck did that go down?” Heather yelled into the kitchen.

“Before I knew you all. Some guy I had been fucking around with in California told me he had the clap and I had to get tested, but I was fine,” Billy shouted back.

“Whore!” Robin called as he waddled back into the living room. He couldn’t flip robin off, holding two cups in one hand, the other support Steve’s ass. They flopped back onto the couch with very little grace.

“Never have I ever,” Nancy was thinking, biting the inside of her cheek, deciding who she wanted to fuck over. “Um, never have I ever dated someone with blue eyes.” Steve reached for Billy’s fresh drink, but he lifted it out of reach and pressed the water he had brought for Steve into his hand instead.

“Oh, thank you, Bill.”

“Just ‘cause I don’t wanna deal with you yaaking all night.” Steve huffed. “I’m just kidding. I don’t want you to get sick, though.” Steve drank about half the cup, leaned in and kissed Billy.

“YES!” Everyone was cheering.

“We fuckin’ got ‘em!” Jonathan and Nancy high fived.

“They couldn’t even go twenty fucking minutes!” Robin was shrieking.

“I forgot! I forgot!” Steve was red, Billy was just laughing his ass off.

Barb began lining up shot glasses on the table, taking the bottle of shitty vodka Alicia handed her.

“Okay, you can switch it up any way you want, but six must be taken. That was the deal.” She grinned at Billy, he just rolled his eyes.

Billy ended up doing all six shots.

#yikes writes #harringrove #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #prompt fic #prompt fill #harringrove prompts #harringrove prompt fill #harringrove prompt list

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notveryglittery · 5 years ago

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mistakes are made

summary: maybe don’t prank your boyfriend’s brother, especially if he already doesn’t really like you. ships: romantic roceit, brotherly anxceit, rivalry (?) prinxiety / words: 1,500 warnings: technically, a character gets shot by what is technically gun, but no one is actually hurt. lemme know if anything needs tagging! notes: wrote this to bribe @sher-soc-the-famder into finishing homework >:3 human au, i guess sort of youtuber au, too? it’s kinda plotless, just some good old fashioned fluff!! enjoy!! (i know the tenses are messy lol sorry)

@fandersfic-roceit @fandersfic-anxceit @fandersfic-prinxiety

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Roman thought he was perfectly charming, thank you very much! Why, it was right there in his last name. Roman Prince. Prince Charming. See! He was an absolute gentleman, if he did say so himself. And, well, if you didn’t believe him, you could always ask his big brother! Patton said it all the time! He said that Roman was kind and chivalrous and passionate. He said that Roman cared about the people he loved!

If only all older brothers were as sweet as Patton was.

It hadn’t even been Roman’s idea, first of all! … Mostly. Okay, so it hadn’t been his own original idea but it might have been his idea to give it a try. He’d done plenty of research, though, in making sure that it was safe and that neither of them would get hurt! He was far too attached to Damien to even imagine letting him get injured. It was going to make for a really cool video, okay? Both of their channels had been lacking in content lately, what with being busy with college; this way, they’d each have a video to post! The plan was that they’d be shot from very different point of views with titles that were just enough clickbait without actually being false.

“my boyfriend shoots my brother” was true, technically, even if it was going to put Roman in Virgil’s bad graces for a little while. It wasn’t like it’d be all that big a difference, to be fair, since Virgil definitely still kinda sorta hated Roman on some level. No amount of insisting from Damien would convince Roman otherwise. Despite the fact that they’d been dating for nearly a year now (with even more time as each other’s closest rivals), Virgil still had yet to warm up to Roman. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve the dagger-filled glares, to be honest, but Roman was nothing if not resilient!

(And charming, in case you forgot. He’d worm his way into Virgil’s heart eventually!)

“confetti cannon gone wrong” really didn’t even begin to cover the premise of Roman’s video. Listen, though, you don’t just find a pretty pink confetti cannon slash gun at the thrift store and not buy it. He’d checked online afterwards and found that they ran well over two hundred dollars and this one had only cost him fifty! The best part was that it actually worked. After he and Patton had cleaned up that mess, Roman had video called Damien and… Alright, well, between you and me, this really had all been Roman’s original idea. He wasn’t one to half-ass his vlogs but if asked, surely it had been done before by some other popular Youtuber, and look Virgil, it wasn’t all him, he’d just been inspired!

“What if I shoot Virgil with a confetti cannon? I’ll even get it in purple and black!”

Damien normally had a very good poker face but apparently the idea of messing with his brother had peaked his interest. Roman swooned at the grin that lit up his boyfriend’s face. “That is a terrible idea. Let’s do it and see what happens.”

Which led them here, cameras hidden in Virgil’s room to capture every glorious second. It’d have to be quick, Damien had said, because Virgil was far too aware of his surroundings for them to successfully sneak around for long. Making the executive decisions to skip classes that day, Damien and Roman cleared enough space in Virgil’s closet for Roman to hide in. It was significantly more difficult to make sure there was enough room for the confetti cannon, but they managed. Somehow. Let’s chalk it up to the fact that they’re both dangerously creative.

If Virgil was suspicious of Damien being home on a day he’d normally have rehearsal, he didn’t say anything about it. If anything, it was the fact that Damien was filming in the kitchen. Nothing good ever came from Damien’s vlogs. Virgil shuddered just thinking about the sibling tag video they’d done last year. Sure enough, the moment Virgil was kicking his shoes off in the entryway, Damien was sidling up beside him.

“Oh dearest brother, won’t you tell my darlings what antics you’ve been up to lately?” Damien asked, practically simpering.

Virgil squinted at him before turning the distrustful stare towards the camera. “You know, the usual. Putting the fear of God into freshies, inciting agitation in my professors for being opinionated, hacking Lyft reviews and fixing driver ratings if they got one star just for ‘not smiling enough.’ Nothing new.”

“Truly, a man of the people.”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“And how’s starboy?”

Damien delighted in the way his brother went red at the simple mention of his crush.

“I’M GOING TO MY ROOM,” he announced loudly, disappearing from the frame so quickly, he might as well have been a cryptid avoiding being caught on tape.

Which… isn’t entirely inaccurate.

“Too easy,” Damien said, laughing under his breath. “Now, darlings, comes the fun part.”

Now imagine with me, if you will, cutting to Roman’s video. Virgil storming into his room, muttering things like “stupid soft hair” and “eyes like glittering constellations.” Throwing his backpack aside and then throwing himself onto his bed and screaming into a pillow.

Roman very nearly lost his composure at the sight of normally so stoic, so edgy Virgil having a meltdown over a cute boy. He would cut this while editing, of course, it wasn’t like he needed Virgil to hate him any more, but like hell he didn’t plan on using it as blackmail in the future.

You might be wondering, “where does the ‘gone wrong’ come in?”

Well, nowhere in their plans had they anticipated Virgil opening the closet doors himself. Roman shooting his boyfriend’s brother was supposed to be from a distance, maybe with him sitting at his computer, or while lounging in bed. He was not supposed to have shot Virgil directly in the chest while screaming half in terror and half in shock. Virgil was not supposed to stumble backwards, trip over his backpack, and fall onto the pile of blankets and pillows he’d shoved off of his bed and onto the floor this morning. This puts him entirely out of shot, by the way, leaving the viewer wondering whether or not he’s alive.

Roman, still screaming as he scrambled out of the closet and grabbed the camera, running out of the room would not ease any worries the viewers might have.

Of course, Roman screaming was not part of the plan either, and so Damien had some concerns. “I wonder if my brother has finally murdered my boyfriend,” he would say, perfectly casual despite the sudden racing of his heart.

“I SHOT HIM,” Roman shouted the moment his eyes landed on Damien. “Oh my GOD, he’s DEAD.”

Before either could say much else, Virgil came stomping into the living room. “I’m not dead but you’re about to be.” (The threat didn’t carry much weight seeing as he was covered in confetti but we won’t tell him that.)

“Now, now,” Damien said, stifling his laughter at the fact that Roman was cowering behind him. Oh, his poor sweet brave prince. “Maybe instead, Roman could do something to make it up to you?”

“Babe!” Roman hissed.

Virgil crossed his arms over his chest. “He could break up with you so I never have to see his stupid face ever again.”

Damien double checked to make sure his camera was still running. He couldn’t wait to use this to humiliate Virgil in front of Logan.

“That’s hardly fair,” Damien responded, pouting. “I love him, you know.”

Roman squeaked.

“He owes me Chipotle for a month.”

“Wh-!”

“Two months.”

“I am a broke college freshman!”

Virgil’s raised eyebrows and his slow lifting of three fingers shuts Roman up.

“I think that’s acceptable,” Damien concurred solemnly. He looked over his shoulder at Roman. “Is that alright with you, dear?”

For a moment, silence followed as Virgil and Roman glared at each other. Damien would interrupt with a loud, over exaggerated sigh if he wasn’t getting such a kick out of this.

“Fine,” Roman said finally, pouting.

“Fine,” Virgil echoed, smirking. “Still don’t like you, though.”

“I’m perfectly likable!” Roman cried as Virgil turned and left, brushing the confetti out of his hair.

“Yes,” Damien hummed, finally turning the camera off. He turned to his boyfriend. “I’m inclined to agree.” Kissing Roman tasted as sweet as it always did, especially when he went and carded his hand through Damien’s hair. However, it could be made better…

“I meant it, by the way,” Damien murmured, brushing his fingers through the curls at the nape of Roman’s neck. “About loving you.”

Ah, yes, there it was. Roman blushed, bright and pretty, stammering through at least five responses before he finally gave up and just pulled Damien back in for another kiss. He had no doubt that Roman would have his own poetic declaration figured out eventually, but for now… Well, Damien had nothing to complain about.

#sanders sides fan fiction #roceit #anxceit #prinxiety #ts deceit #romantic roceit #dani writes

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lolo314 · 5 years ago

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Soma Week Day 1: Dare

@soulxmakaweek

I love these idiots so I figured I’d try my hand at this whole Soma week thing, lol.

Title: The Dare. (so creative).

Notes: It’s a college au so the drinking is totally legal.

Summary: Drunk idiot makes bad decisions.

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23988775

Also sending love to @friday1221 for making an awesome art for this fic.<3

Maka didn’t expect her day to end like this, her lips on Soul’s in an urgent kiss.

When she woke up that morning, it was like any other Saturday. Soul slept way past noon with the excuse of it being a weekend, Maka made breakfast and worked on her assignments for the next week before their paths crossed for what was her lunch and his breakfast.

“Blackstar says to take a cab. Apparently we’ll be too drunk to drive after. “he said in between large bites. Their friend had been harassing them about a small get-together he had planned since Monday, ensuring them they’d have a great time. Maka had been hesitant, knowing the aftermath of Blackstar’s idea of fun, but reluctantly agreed, promising herself she wouldn’t wake up the next day with a hangover.

“I’ll drive us. I’m not planning to drink anyways.” she already felt tired thinking about taming a drunk Soul.

“That’s… How about I drive us for once?” she scuffed, carrying her empty place to the sink.

“I’m not paying a ticket for drunk driving.” He opened his mouth but she cut him off with her hand.

“Its fine, Soul. I don’t mind.” She smiled before sitting herself on the couch, picking up a

book to get lost in until it was time to get ready. They didn’t talk much after that. She could tell something was on his mind as he moved about the apartment, but he didn’t seem ready to share it.

The low rumbling of the engine was the only sound breaking the silence of the car ride to Blackstar’s and Tsubaki’s apartment.

“Hey, Maka. “he was fidgeting with a lose string of his T-Shirt, his gaze on the passing view.

“I hope you don’t drink because you hate the taste of alcohol and not because you have to deal with me when I’m drunk.” When he turned to look at her she could tell he had thought about this a lot. That’s what he’s been thinking about all day?

“It’s fine, Soul. Don’t worry about it.” She was smiling, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“Don’t ruin your fun on my account. It’s a Saturday night. Live a little. “she considered him for a few minutes, running her options through her head. She didn’t want to ruin his night by making him worry about her having fun, but it was hard to shake the feeling that it would be messy if they both let loose.

“So you want me to not think about you? You’re weird.” He laughed, looking relieved the atmosphere had shifted into something brighter.

“Okay then. I’ll try to relax.” He exhaled, before smiling widely.

“You know it’s ridiculous that we need to have a conversation about you letting loose at a party, right?”

“What can I say? I’m just that special.” They both laughed as the approached their friend’s house, both oblivious to what awaited them.

”Let’s play truth or dare!” Backstar’s voice stood out among all the chattering. He and Liz were drunk by hour two of the small party, only half aware of what was happening.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Tsubaki pulled a half empty cup of beer from Blackstar’s hand.

“Last time we played you ended up crying…” Maka could clearly remember the memory Tsubaki was referencing. Soul and Liz had ended up dumping him in a bathtub full of water to sober him up, and maybe get a laugh out of it.

“Huh?” his face twisted in confusion.

“Don’t you remember? When you asked if it was true that I am single?” fear masked his features.

“You’re not?” he seemed ready to cry.

“Star..We’ve been dating for two years. Honestly, how much did you drink?” his face lit up.

“Who cares? Let’s play!” he sat himself on the floor , dragging Tsubaki down with him and gesturing for everyone to follow him. When everyone had taken their seats, the game begun.

“I’ll start!” Liz’s hand shot up and her eyes fell on Kid.

“Truth or Dare?” he weighed his options, considering her past challenges when drunk.

“Truth.” She frowned.

“You’re no fun… Truth it is. Is it true that I’m the best girlfriend you’ve ever had?”

“You’re the only girlfriend I’ve had. I can’t compare. “she pushed herself towards him and flicked his forehead.

“ You’re supposed to say yes!” he only laughed, placing a comforting hand around her shoulders.”

After a few turns, Blackstar turned to Maka.

“Truth or Dare?” Soul’s words flashed in her mind as she weighed her options.

“Dare.” A devious smile spread across his face.

“Now we’re talking! Maka, I dare you to chug that entire cup.” He pointed to the untouched alcohol. Live a little. She took a deep breath and pulled the cup to her lips, taking it all in one swift motion. Cheers erupted around her. She laughed, her head spinning and her throat burning by the sudden intrusion. She glanced at Soul, who was clapping along with everyone else.

After a lot more rounds, during which everyone, particularly Maka, had gotten considerably drunker.

“I dare you to Kiss Soul!” Liz’s words were slightly slurred when she pointed at Maka.

“Naaah. She wot do t. I’v ased bfore.” Blackstar’s head shook dramatically as he spat out broken words. Maka looked at Blackstar, clearly expecting her to take another shot. She looked at Soul, who seemed to agree with their friend.

She could faintly hear a voice in the back of her mind screaming as she crawled toward him. Her body moved on its own and she was too tipsy to stop herself from taking his face in her hands and crashing her lips against his, ignoring any consequences it would have on their relationship. The moment their lips locked, she momentarily forgot about the game. Something felt right and she didn’t want to stop, but her mind finally caught up with her and she pulled way, now facing a completely shocked Soul.

“Damn! That was intense!” Liz was giggling as she clapped and yelled. She moved back to her seat, trying to ignore Soul, whose cheeks were a deep shade of red, his mouth hanging open. She smiled as she took another sip of her drink, only faintly aware that she’d regret everything the next day.

When Maka woke up the next morning her head throbbed. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust her eyes to the light. Memories slowly came back to her. The party, truth or dare, drinking. A lot of drinking, kissing Soul. Wait… What?! Her body shot up, instantly regretting the action. Her vision blurred, her head spun.

“You’re awake?” Soul’s head peeked through the door before he walked in with a tray in his hands. She took her head in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to remember the details. I kissed Soul… It was for a dare… but I kissed him… and… I liked it? She mentally slapped herself, hard. Don’t be stupid. He’s your best friend.

“I’m guessing you feel like shit… I’ve been there.” He ran a hand through his hair, averting his gaze.

“I, uh, brought you some toast and some water. You’re probably dehydrated… I also brought some aspirin… Take that too...” he stood awkwardly, waiting for her brain to go back to its original place. She avoided his gaze as she took the water in her hands, putting the aspirin in her mouth. She took a deep breath and dared a look at him, soon realizing that was a mistake.

“Shit.” She ran to the bathroom, unloading everything that entered her body in the last 24 hours. Soul run after her, holding her hair back until she was done.

The next few hours had been hell. Her stomach turned, her head felt like it was about to bust and even so, her brain found in impossible to stop replaying the scene in her head. His lips on hers, the taste of his mouth. Shut up!

His presence didn’t help. He had been taking care of her all day, trying to help her get through her hangover as smoothly as possible. She hadn’t spoken any word to him other than a thank you here and there, too ashamed to say anything else.

“Are you feeling any better?” he sat himself on the edge of the couch, as if trying not to disturb anything around her.

“Not really… Seriously... I promised myself I wouldn’t get drunk but…” he smiled apologetically. What is he sorry for?

“I’m sorry… I should’ve probably stopped you before you got completely out of it… It’s just… you looked like you were having fun…” she shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it. It was my fault..” she looked at the cup of water in her hands, trying to find the right words to apologize.

“I’m sorry about this…” she could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to look at him.

“Don’t be. Think of it as payback for making you take care of me when I’m hangover.” He laughed, trying to ease the tension. She looked away, feeling terrible that he saw it that way. She took care of him because she wanted to, not because she felt obligated to do so. She jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulder.

“Hey, Maka Look at me.” She took a deep breath and turned her face, trying to avert her eyes from his lips, focusing on his eyes instead.

“It’s fine. Seriously. “ his hand dropped and he retreated to his seat. An awkward silence engulfed them. She had done it. She had broken the connection. The comfort. Stupid Maka… She desperately tried to think of a way to take things back the way they were.

“How come you’re not hangover? Didn’t you drink?” he shook his head.

“Nah. Didn’t feel like it.” Her heart dropped. He would never admit it, but she could read between the lines. Someone had to take care of you… Not only did you ruin your friendship… you also ruined his night…

“Sorry… Did I give you a hard time last night? I don’t really remember what happened after that drink … after…” her voice trailed off, refusing to name it. He nodded in understanding.

“No… you kind of just fell asleep..” her eyes widened.

“I fell asleep? So… how did I get here?” she wanted to take the words back the moment they left her mouth. She already knew what was coming and it only worsened her guilt.

“I carried you… Uh.. yeah… Do you need more water?” he rose from the seat and practically sprinted to the kitchen, leaving her alone with her thoughts. I’ve done it… I’ve ruined us…

#soulxmakaweek #somaweek2020 #soul eater #soul x maka #soma

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we-are-fam-ily · 5 years ago

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Larger than Life, chapter two

Word count: 800+

Tags: Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Oh my god they were roommates, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Blood and Injury, No Unsympathetic Sides

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Remus had always loved his soulmate mark. Who wouldn’t? It was a series of interlocking strings of binary code surrounding a tangle of kraken-like tentacles. It was the best soulmark, and he would have the best soulmate.

He still thought so now, standing on unsteady legs in front of the mirror in Logan’s guest bathroom. The mark stood out black against his chest, contrasting with the stark white bandages on his lower torso.

“OctoKnight? Do you require assistance?”

Right. Lolo didn’t want him wandering around shirtless, so he’d come in here to change. Into clothes that smelled like Logan! Score!

It was heaven. Lolo was being so nice to his villain persona. Not many civilians were.

For good reason. He did rob banks. And occasionally destroy public property for fun. And deface statues. Also, didn’t he kidnap the mayor once? Techno had a field day with that one!

Lolo was the best soulmate a villain could have. Remus was sure of it.

He changed into the sweatpants and shirt Logan had provided, breathing in the unmistakable scent of his crush as he did so. Score!

Logan didn’t really know what to do about the current situation. His arch-nemesis was his college roommate slash unrequited crush of many years, and the man was in his house. It was like fate was tempting him. Cruelly.

Very cruelly, he thought, as Remus walked slowly down the stairs wearing his clothes. Still in his mask, too, which should not have been so endearing.

“So. Soulmates.”

Right. That too. Logan unbuttoned his shirt, ignoring the strangled noise from Remus as he did so, to show that they did, in fact, have matching marks. He also decided then and there not to reveal his identity as the hero Techno.

He’d just. Go easier on Remus until his wound healed. That wouldn’t be hard. Much.

Dammit.

“Damn, who hurt you?”

Logan had been so caught up in his introspection that he didn’t notice how close Remus was. Close enough to run a gentle, calloused finger down one of the scars decorating Logan’s chest.

Fuck. That was one of OctoKnight’s, actually. What was Logan supposed to say?

“Freak waterboarding accident.”

Not that.

“You’ve never waterboarded in your life, Lolo.”

Wow, Remus really sucked at this whole ‘secret identity’ thing. Well, no better time to reveal that Logan knew who he was.

“Only one person ever calls me that… Remus?”

With a grin, Remus whipped off the OctoKnight mask. “The one and only!”

Inner Logan screamed and rested his head in his hands. Remus was absolute shit at keeping a secret identity.

“You didn’t answer my question, Lolo! Who do I need to kill? Or, at least, threaten within an inch of their lives?”

Logan sighed. “No one, Remus. It was a mistake of my own making, and has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me!” Remus pressed his hand fully to Logan’s chest, right over his soulmark. “You’re my mate, and I want to take the guts of anyone who hurts you and wear them for garters!”

Even if that person was his villainous persona?

Logan pushed Remus’ hand away and buttoned up his shirt again. “It is really nothing of consequence, Remus. How did we not realize we were soulmates in college?”

“I always had my binder on, and you wore a patch.”

Right.

But four years? Seriously? They could have been hero soulmates if they’d found out earlier.

Now they were on opposite sides of the law, and it hurt.

They were eating breakfast when Logan’s phone rang. Well, Techno’s phone rang. He sighed and went into the other room to answer it.

“Speaking.”

“Is this Techno?”

It was a voice he didn’t recognize, deep and growly and… Wait. He recognized that phone signal. He had interacted with it earlier in the day.

“It is.”

“This is Woof Man. I made a mistake last night, and OctoKnight was injured because of it. No-one can find him.”

Fucking hell it all to dammit. Patton Fucking Foster forgot to use his fucking supervillain phone to call a superhero. A superhero with technokinesis.

“And why did you call me?”

“You’re very good at finding OctoKnight when he’s being troublesome. I figured you’d be good at finding him when he’s not.”

“I’m also very good at finding other supervillains, Mister Foster. Might I suggest using a burner phone for future interactions with me?”

“Fishsticks!”

Ah. Patton’s normal voice.

“Mister Foster, you are very lucky I just met my soulmate, otherwise I would report you to the authorities immediately. I am willing to forget this interaction ever happened.”

“But what about OctoKnight?

Right. Patton fucking Foster was the reason Remus had shown up on his doorstep, bleeding out.

“I assure you he will be found and dealt with accordingly.”

Logan hung up, ignoring the beginning of Patton’s protests.

Things just got a lot more complicated

#intrulogical #ts logan #ts patton #ts remus #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #larger than life fic

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poignantpulchritude · 5 years ago

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Silly Pleasures-Chapter 2

“Jeanne! Do we have anymore wine? Everyone is almost here!”

I groaned and rolled over in my bed. Only peaking open one eye, I glanced at the small clock on my nightstand and realized it was only 5PM. This morning I woke completely hungover and emotionally drained. I finished A Little Life around midnight and drowned my sorrows drinking the entire bottle of wine I purchased hours before. It was hard to keep my head out of the toilet this morning and as soon as I was able to move again, I headed straight back to sleep.

Moving from my bed slowly, I glanced at myself in the over-the-top, ornate mirror next to my bed. I am a sucker for antiques and when I saw this mirror on Portobello Road, I knew I had to have it. Covering almost half of my wall, I spent much of my time staring into the depths of my own eyes, mostly while inebriated in some way. I did not considerable myself incredibly self-absorbed, but it was nice to have such a large space to look at myself, especially when I was getting ready for a cam session. The ‘mirrors make monsters of men’ written in red lipstick on the top left corner added to the overall aesthetic. My toes were chilly on the wood floors as I made my way out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and into the kitchen where a six-foot Norwegian princess stood. Molly was rummaging through every cupboard in our kitchen that could have housed alcohol at some point. She was mumbling to herself before I spoke.

“I got some last night, but I drank it all. I feel dreadful” I cringed, feeling phantom bile rise to my throat.

“Well I’m gutted, I invited everyone over for wine night only to inform them, ‘By the way, no wine.”

“I’m sure they’ll survive, Molls. Just ask them to pick some up on the way, they won’t mind.” I ran my hands through my bird’s nest hair, pulling apart the tangles with my fingers. Ever since our first week together as flat mates, Molly had planned a weekly Wine Wednesday. In the beginning, it was a classy event involving ten of her semi-close friends, eating off of charcuterie boards and drinking expensive Pinot Noir. In the time that has passed since, the events have transformed into nights where Molly, myself, and three of our closest friends get wildly drunk on wine while discussing sexual escapades and watching reruns of Love Island Australia.

I’ve lived with Molly for almost a year, meeting in the most unusual of circumstances. Moving to London was an idea I played around with since I was 15 and became obsessed with Ed Sheeran. It did not become a reality until I decided I wanted a PhD in History, London was suddenly tangible. Moving by myself at 23 across the world was not as nerve wracking as it could have been. I moved from my home in West Virginia to California at 18, completely isolated from my family. Moving again did not scare me. When I arrived, I lived in a hotel for a bit, working out where I was going to set down roots. I settled on my flat now, a three-bedroom beauty right in the heart of Covent Garden. Though I could afford to live on my own, I craved company, so when a gorgeous blonde slid into my DMs eager to discuss my tattoos, I obliged.

It was probably not the safest way to make friends in a new city, but it worked out well. If I based my daily activities around safety, I would probably not have become a webcam model in the first place. The introduction of Molly into my life also introduced me to the world of London’s young and posh, a few of whom were headed to my flat that night.

“So, no clients today then?” she asked, looking at me across the kitchen island after finally pulling herself from the alcohol hunt.

“Nope, Rob gave me a huge tip yesterday, so I allowed myself a break to suffer through my hangover.”

“Doesn’t he have the mircopenis?” Molly asked and I immediately rolled my eyes. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, a ring was heard through our flat.

“Shit they are early and I forgot to text them!”

“How about this, you get them settled and I’ll go get your drinks. I should probably get some air after being stuck here all day,” I offered Molly as she jogged to the front to unlock our door.

“I love you J!” Molly yelled before swinging open the door.

When Rosie, Amber, and Keith walked in, no one batted an eye at my dressed down appearance. One thing that I never caught up with for our wine nights was the dress code. Everyone made an effort to look runway ready even if we were not going to leave the flat. I, on the contrary, stuck to my baggy t-shirts and occasional stretchy jeans. My excuse was written on our lease that proudly bore my name, giving myself full control of my behavior in our home. I gave quick hugs and kisses all around the group, caught up in their lively chat.

“Darling, I need you to settle something for us. If a boy on Tinder asks you to come to the club he literally owns, is that a for sure hook up or simply a ‘look at what I own’ sort of thing?” Rosie asks, her voice hinting a which answer she prefers.

“I hate to do this to you babe, but I see every Tinder interaction as a hook up and nothing more. If anything, he might want you at his club so he has more leverage for the situation.”

“Thank you, Jeanne! Talk some sense into her, please,” Amber exclaimed.

Amber and Rosie were both young beauties that made their living in the fashion industry, Amber as a creative assistant at Burberry and Rosie, a buyer for Selfridges. They both looked the part too. Slightly under Molly’s towering height, both women had the same light brown hair and green eyes, looking and acting very much like sisters though they were from complete opposite ends of the country.

Keith fit in as the only boy and the only friend I personally brought into the group. He was a graduate student like myself at University College London, but instead of studying history, he studied psychology. We met when he spilled his tea on my shirt while racing to an appointment with his professor. He attempted to wipe the tea from my shirt, still attached to my chest which led to me to smack him repeatedly and cry that he was a predator. We became fast friends after.

“Speaking of clubs though, my cousin knows the manager of that new place-”

“Paradise?” Rosie screeched eagerly.

“Jesus, Rose! Just let me finish once! But yes, Paradise,” Keith continued, shaking his head at her interruption. “Anyways, he can get us a table so, we are going Friday night.”

Everyone in the room gave enthusiastic responses except myself, instead choosing to roll my eyes.

“No, no, no J, you are not going to flake out on us for work or anything like that. Everyone hates clubs, but you get drunk and get shagged and that’s all we need right now,” Keith said.

“Speaking of getting drunk, Molls invited you all here knowing we didn’t have wine so-”

“Hey that’s not fair!” Molly interrupted.

“I’m leaving, bye!” I yelled as I made my way up into my room to pull on jeans and an oversized knit sweater to face the cool air outside. The bickering about clubbing and Tinder boys continued on as I stepped outside to make yet another wine run.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #one direction #one direction fanfiction #stories

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tessatechaitea · 4 years ago

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Cerebus #13 (1979)

This cover reminds me of at least three different nights in college.

One time in college, a drunk friend of mine fell UP the stairs and injured himself. One time in college, a guy down the hall invited me to drink with him and he was telling me about all the dead cockroaches he found under his dresser when he suddenly just vomited all over the front of his shirt. One time in college, I snuck into the top level of a factory in Los Banos which was really just a bunch of creaky catwalks in the dark and I stole their fire extinguisher (I did not go to college in Los Banos. Do they even have a college?!). One time in college, a girl in my Steinbeck class told me all about this cartoon she was watching called Sailor Moon and I desperately fell in love with her (and I also started watching the cartoon and super fell in love with that). One time in college, my friend Soy Rakelson looked at me confused after leaving our Lit Theory class and he blurted out, "Why doesn't he just tell us what is true?!" One time in college, my teacher wrote on one of my homework assignments "Please speak up in class more!" because it was a humanities course focusing on American History, Art, and Literature and all the dolts who did speak up in class were business majors and idiots. One time in college, I...no, you know what. I'm not telling that story. Never mind. One time in college, I went with a friend to a meeting where they were starting a new fraternity and everybody who was starting it automatically was in but my friend just missed that cut off and when they held the vote, he didn't make the cut. He left hurt and angry and pleaded with me to stay after he left to maybe find out more information about why he didn't make it. When they asked me if I were interested in joining, I laughed and said, "Fuck that," and left. One time in college, I had to describe my Halloween costume to my creative writing teacher because she was blind (I was Alice Cooper in Wonderland). That same day in college, my Children's Lit professor just laughed when she saw me and said, "Great costume." I wish I had a picture of it. Basically I wore the Alice blue dress and smock deal and Alice Cooper's make-up while carrying the decapitated and bloody head of the white rabbit. One time in college, I got wasted on Long Island Iced Teas at the Portland Rose Festival with my thirty-something year old coworker and we wound up running around the deck of a battleship when one of the Navy guys invited us on. One time in college, I sat next to my lesbian professor of 19th Century American Literature at the movies where we laughed and joked the whole way through Demi Moore's The Scarlet Letter. One time in college, I read my version of a scene from Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest in the style of Shakespeare and everybody after felt too intimidated to read theirs. Man, some of these stories are really sad! And I've purposefully left out the thousand or so stories that would have begun "One time in college during our Warhammer campaign...". Look, I really agonized about the punctuation at the end of that sentence but it wouldn't have been true to the punctuation's job performance to put all four periods within the quotes! I just realized I forgot to discuss the Aardvark Comments at the end of the last issue. It seems the expansion to two pages has stuck. The only part I remember was Dave Sim explaining that because of his nervous breakdown, he actually spent four days in a psyche ward. So I guess he went way past just shitting himself. Dave's Swords of Cerebus essay reveals one important fact: Necross the Mad was based on Exidor from Mork & Mindy. The issue begins with a bird shitting on Cerebus' snout. That's a portent I should use more often in my roller playing campaigns. Roller Playing Games should also have a simple rage statistic. Sort of like a saving throw but it gets harder and harder to save against every time some minor annoyance aggravates the player until they simply explode, becoming so careless from rage that it reflects in all of their dice roles. Or is that simply what going berserk is for Berserkers or Barbarians? Plus, there are so many Roller Playing Games, I'm sure one of them uses those rules in their system. Cerebus is captured by some farmers and taken to a Priest of Tarim to determine what sort of sorcerous monstrosity he is.

Cerebus pleads future violence.

The priest decides to dump Cerebus in the foyer of the castle of Necross the Mad, a sorcerer who has been plaguing the villagers of Lower Felda. His plan is that they'll simply kill each other and he won't have to deal with them anymore. Praise Tarim! Sometimes I wish I had become a priest but I don't think I would have made it through Divinity School. I'm fairly certain everybody would frown on my constantly yelling "Pshaw!" after every few passages from The Bible. I probably don't have to admit this because nobody was around to witness it but I just hopped up to turn on the light and then danced around humming the theme song from I Dream of Jeannie. One time in college, I went to see Ken Kesey speak after which he and his (new?) Merry Pranksters performed a sort of The Wizard of Oz play but about climate change. It was such a train wreck that halfway through, my friend Aaron Voorhees streaked across the stage. Or kind of duck waddled across the stage since he didn't take his pants off, he just dropped them around his ankles. The priest of Tarim has a lackey take Cerebus into the lair of Necross and it doesn't go too well.

Yikes. I'm more evil than this guy.

Sometimes I run outside in the morning to throw out garbage or something and I won't put my pants on. I figure it doesn't matter too much because I wear boxers and those are pretty much shorts. But today in the early morning hours, I was outside with my cat Gravy (on a leash) and I was up on the little hill in the backyard under the tree which enables me to see over all the backyard fences and two houses down, I caught sight of the woman there running back inside in her red panties. It was pretty awesome. I told that story because this guy's confession of looking down women's dresses reminded me of the moment and also because I wanted to tell people that I saw a woman in her underwear. This guy also confesses to having "impure thoughts about farm animals" which I totally have never done except in a rhetorical or theoretical or maybe even philosophical conversation. What I mean is I've never thought "I wonder what it would be like to fuck a goat?" but I have said to friends "You would probably fuck a goat, right?" Necross the Mad materializes so that he can speak with Cerebus (after disintegrating the guy who wants to fuck goats or sheep or chickens). Necross, being mad, decides to prove to Cerebus that he isn't mad. But his proof that he isn't mad is just more evidence that he is. That's what happens when you're mad; you're not the best advocate for yourself. Necross introduces Cerebus to Thrunk, a sixteen foot tall stone golem which Necross intends to bring to life at some point. That some point is soon and not in the way Necross intended because in a few pages, Necross is going to be killed and do an emergency transfer of his spirit into Thrunk.

Okay, less of an emergency transfer and more like an accident.

The priest's mob rushes into the tower where Thrunk begins to smash them all into jelly. While that's happening, Cerebus decides it's time to leave. As he wanders away to more sane territories, Necross the Mad realizes he's trapped in the only reinforced room of his tower. But if you think that's the end of Thrunk, you haven't read Church & State yet! Aardvark Comments just proves that a lot of people were discovering that Cerebus was one of the best comics on the market in 1979. Reading the Cerebus phone book in one sitting never allowed me to realize just how quickly this comic book finds itself and begins gaining momentum. It's truly inspired that Dave Sim, by issue thirteen, has created so many wonderful characters and written so many gags that stuck for decades inside my head. And I'm not a quote person at all! I'm more the type who thinks saying something new and unique and true to myself is dozens of times better than puking out some pop culture reference that everybody will recognize. Sure, I do it sometimes! But when I do, I do it all M. Night Shyamacock style! Cerebus #13 Rating: B+. I've given a lot of issues A grades so I thought I would change it up. This one is actually probably an A as well. I especially loved how Thrunk complains about the bottoms of his feet being sticky after stomping all of the farmers to death. We all how annoying that is, right?

#Cerebus #Dave Sim

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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3 words that describe...

Your personality: (A bit) aloof, sensitive, and shy.

Your friends: Loud, laidback, cheeky.

Your family: Emotionally distant, (mostly) religious. I’m cheating so much on this looooool.

Your life: Right now? Put on hold. Thanks, coronavirus.

Your current mood: Hungry, and irritated eyes.

Your dreams/goals in life: Ok three words will be too short for this so I’ll just enumerate three whole phrases: I’d like to have a job that pays well, get a house that doesn’t have to be huge, but it has to come with features I’ve always wanted like cove lights and a yard for the kids and dog to play in, and get settled.

Your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend (if you have one): Funny, intelligent, courageous.

The person you last talked to: Brave, considerate, responsible.

The room that you are currently in: Comfortable, well-lit, homey.

The world in your perspective: Many stupid humans.

Yes/No questions...

Are you creative? Absolutely not. I like doing the logical/rational side of things... I let others take care of creative aspects, if they have to be present.

Do you like spending a sunny day outdoors? NO, unless I’m at the beach then sunny is the only way to go. Otherwise I’d rather be indoors or somewhere air-conditioned thx.

Do you get upset easily or over the littlest things? I can be. It’s usually when I’m already stressed/antsy enough, or if I’m on my period.

Do you dislike any of the people in charge of you (i.e: teachers, bosses)? I don’t particularly dislike my prof in my Rizal course but he sure teaches like he doesn’t want to be there. I just haven’t been getting the enthusiasm off of him, and that’s really important to me when it comes to being interested in my subjects. Oh but my PE coach this sem is a bitch - one time I forgot to wear the shirt color she demands us to follow and she ignored me for the entire period. Quickest way to make me feel shitty. So yeah. Probably her.

Do you like to read books/magazines/newspapers? I like books only if they’re non-fiction. I...don’t really read magazines anymore, and I kinda have to check into newspapers from time to time because I take up journalism.

Are you family-oriented? Towards my girlfriend’s family, yeah. I don’t really care about being family-oriented for my own.

Have you ever been friends with someone in the past out of sympathy? Yeah, this girl named MJ in Grade 7. She was a new-ish student then and no one was approaching her, so Gab and I tried to befriend her for a time. Didn’t really pan out that well - we just didn’t mesh - so we stopped talking not long after.

Do/did you ever get nervous around people you are/were crushing on? I still do.

Do you believe in global warming? Duh.

Are you happy with the way society/the world in general is? I’m typically pessimistic when it comes to people, so no not really. I just feel like the bad news always overweigh the good these days - and while good news can serve as rays of sunshine sometimes, I’d rather face reality than live in my own bubble and choose to be oblivious to all the shitstorms happening around me.

Do you ever question your own religion/beliefs? I did, as early as when I was 10. The Bible just didn’t make sense to me to my frustration, and I’ve always felt disgusted with my school guilt-tripping us to be good people because a man got crowned with thorns and nailed to a giant cross. I figured I can be good simply because I choose to, so I let go of my Catholic roots quickly after. Having no friends that time surely forced me to think hahahahahahaha jk 1/2

This/That...

Do you prefer today's trends/styles, or ones from the past? Both have awesome stuff, there’s no need to pick. I’m really into the mom jeans of the 90s, but I also like the yellow trend that’s been going on recently.

Being too cold or too hot? I’d rather be shivering but be comforted with a thick blanket, than sweat bullets and have absolutely no way to cool myself down.

Uploading music to your iPod, or buying CDs? Depends. I used to buy the CDs of my favorite artists then just download the other music I’m not as passionate about.

Fruits or vegitables? VEGETABLESSSSSSSSSSSS. I hate fruits.

Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, for the most part. Vanilla tastes like nothing to me. Baseball or football? I don’t watch either and I probably won’t enjoy either either lmao, but I have a bias towards football because my girlfriend’s sisters play the sport. The mall with a bunch of little stores, or one single, big store? Malls kinda work differently here... they’re all one big building with a bunch of restaurants, clothing shops, sports shops, novelty stores, etc. Rap music or rock and roll? Not a big fan of either but I’d go with rock and roll I guess. I like some rap but none of them make me feel things, which rock can sometimes do for me. Roller skates or roller blades? I owned a pair of roller blades when I was 10 and had fun memories with it even though I never did learn how to do it properly. Horror movies that give you nightmares, or romance that makes you vomit? Horror for sure. I don’t even like romance-only movies; they have to be laced with a lot of comedy in between for me to enjoy them. Making more friends or making more money? Making more money sorry LMAOOOOOO Living it up and being stupid, or being safe and never pay the price? I’d always rather be safe. I hate getting reprimanded or caught doing something bad or being punished. Doing more of the talking, or more of the listening in a conversation? Listening, please. I don’t like having the attention on me for too long. Giving or receiving? Giving I guess? I always have a pretty good sense of what my loved ones need, and it’s always nice to see how good they feel when I give it to them. Cats or dogs? Dogs. Playing on the swingsets or the slides (as a kid)? Swings. I was traumatized by one slide when I was 6 because it was apparently blistering hot when I slid down from it, and it almost burned my butt off lmao.

Would you rather...

Bolding these because I’m lazy.

Live off of just food for 2 days, or just beverage for 2 days?

Tell a lie and be believable, or tell the truth and still be blamed?

Die at 65 with the love of your life, or live to 85 being single?

Fart and be heard from far away or fart and be smelled from far away?

Be tickled for an hour straight or be woken up by a bucket of cold water?

Have a cabel snap while bunjee jumping or have the bar go up on a coaster?

Have a deadly plague or a nuclear bomb hit your country? (Don't get ideas!) < This is a sick question to ask these days lol. I’m not answering.

Lick a frozen telephone pole or stick your hand in dry ice? Be rejected by your favorite celebrity or by someone you secretly admire? Give up your favorite food for eternity or eat a bowl of dead spiders? Make a lot of money at a job you hate or little money at a job you love? Jump off a bridge or from a moving car? < Another sick question.

Favorites...

Color(s): Pink, sky blue, off-white.

Song(s): I don’t have one at the moment. I haven’t listened to any music in a while, save for lo-fi.

Artist(s): Beyoncé if we’re talking solo, Paramore if you mean bands.

Music genre: I don’t have a favorite one; my taste is pretty scattered.

Movie: Two for the Road or Good Will Hunting

TV show: Breaking Bad, Friends, BoJack Horseman, Queer Eye

Actor and actress: Gregory Peck; Audrey Hepburn or Kristen Stewart

Movie/TV genre: Romantic comedy or drama lmao, I’m a sappy bitch. Suspense and psychological horror are also cool.

Restarant: Yabu, Mendokoro Ramenba, or Silantro

Food: Sushi

Dessert: Macarons

Hobby: Going to museums! Or reading about the history of anything.

Activity to do out of boredom: Scroll my social media feeds orrrrrr do surveys, or watch cooking videos on YouTube heh.

Type of weather: Bleak, rainy, and chilly.

Book: I don’t have a favorite.

Subject in school: History

Item that you own: My car hahahaha

Pastime: Eating out and window shopping. Maybe I’m just saying these because I haven’t been to a mall in a while :/

Site: Palawan

Tourist attraction: I’ve always wanted to go to those towers that lets you go to the top floor and the floor is just literal glass. If I’m gonna be a tourist-y tourist, that’s the first place I’d go to haha.

Random questions in your own words...

If you could have any desired superpower, what would it be?

The history nerd in me would take up time travel in an instant. And I won’t even be using it as a superpower lmao, it’d be like a research pastime for me.

What would be your dream job?

If I wasn’t such an introvert and if I were a lot better in handling crowds, I really would have wanted to be a pro wrestler.

Descibe your dream date:

Museum in the day, cute dinner at night.

What was the best day of your life like?

I don’t know if that has happened yet.

What was the worst day of your life like?

So far my worst day was when I wasn’t accepted into my school paper in high school and I spent like 18 hours crying my eyes out. I liked writing and was accepted for my portfolio, but people thought I was too shy to fit the group’s dynamic and ended up getting booted. There are quiet writers too, assholes.

If you ever have kids one day, what you you name them?

Too early for this lol I’ve only had name picked out - Olivia.

What's one thing that will bring you out of your worst mood no matter what?

My dog. FOR SURE.

Who's the most annoying person you've ever encountered?

Jem, someone from my college who thinks she’s close with me but I really do not like her at all.

If you could grow up to be like anybody, who would it be?

I don’t believe in having role models. I just want to be the best version of myself.

If you could change something about yourself, what would it be?

My mental health could be mental healthier.

What's your favorite inspirational/famous quote? I don’t depend on these either. Describe your dream ice cream sundae (unlimited toppings): Meh, I don’t like sundaes. Just scoops would be fine with me. What comes to mind first when you think of your favorite color? I have no idea why this is what I remember, but it was the day I went shopping for school supplies and got myself a pink clipboard, pink pencil case, pink expander, and pink highlighters. I think it’s because it was that day where I had to acknowledge that pink was in fact, unironically, my favorite color HAHAHA What's something in your life that you once hated but came to like? ^ The color pink. And chicken curry. What's something in your life that you once liked but came to hate? Cooked salmon. There was one phase my mom made it almost everyday and I just got sick of it. I refuse to eat salmon to this day unless it’s sashimi or in sushi. If you could stop any chaos/problem in our world today, what would it be? This fucking pandemic. 2020 CAN’T CONTINUE BECAUSE OF YOU. What would be the best way to die, in your opinion? Peacefully, in sleep, with no pain. What would be the worst way to die? Falling off a cliff (or anywhere high) and landing on a boulder EUGH I cringe at it. Also getting impaled. AND plane crashes. If you could give your room a free makeover, what would you do to it? I’d make it look spacier by moving the bed to the wall so there’s a lot of free space in the middle. I’d also add a desk, work chair, and a lamp so I can study there. If you could have an unlimited amount of anything, what would it be? The number of years my dog would live. What's one thing that you like that would probably surprise your friends? They know I like punk rock in general but I haven’t shared any of the music with them. It would definitely surprise them. Out of everything in the world, what holds the most meaning to you? Stability.

#survey #surveys

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hillywooddestiel · 5 years ago

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The Retreat Chapter 19

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader, Natasha

Warnings: Angst, again

Word count: 1.8k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: Sorry I forgot what day I was on and was super busy so here is The Retreat a little late. It’s another big one. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

“Ava, Mr Barnes is here to see you.” Wanda’s voice tells me from the phone speaker. I was really hoping this wouldn’t happen even though it was inevitable. Fuck my life!

“Tell him I’m busy.” I buzz her back, doing my best not to sound emotional in any way.

“He says it’s urgent.”

“Well I’m busy so he can come back later.” I say more sternly, stapling some papers together vigorously. Suddenly, my door opens as Bucky invites himself in and closes it behind him, “Hey, you can’t just do that! I’m busy so you can come try again later.” I fold my arms, still sat in my chair.

“You can spare a few minutes to talk! Y/N, you have to let me explain.” He takes a step closer and I get up from my seat, ready to make him leave.

“I don’t have to do anything. If I was a rebound, you could’ve just told me, you didn’t need to be a dick about it.” “You’re not a rebound to me! She caught me by surprise at the benefit so I went to talk to her and ask her to leave and she kissed me.” He desperately tries to make his case and I’m inclined to believe him. God I want to believe him. But I saw that kiss and it wasn’t all innocent on his part.

“You kissed her back.”

“At first yes… because… she was familiar and for a minute it was like I’d forgotten everything that she’d done to me. And then I remembered and I stopped it and I went looking for you.” He is a man on the verge of a breakdown and I hate to be the one causing him such pain but I can’t just let something like this go so easily- this is serious. And what kind of self-respecting woman would I be if I didn’t?

“Is your confession of still having feelings for your ex-girlfriend supposed to somehow make me feel better?”

“I don’t! I don’t have feeling for Caroline at all! She is my past and I want you to be my present and future.” He what now? This is some serious psychological torture bullshit right here. “You what?” I take a step closer to him, within reaching distance but far away enough to make a quick exit.

“I think… I think I love you Y/N.” He did not just say that. I can’t deal with this right now, I have to get out of here and away from him.

“I have to go.” I push past him and out of the door, ignoring Wanda and Maria’s questions as I get the hell out of the office. I just need some air and my closest option right now is the roof (or jumping out a window but that might hurt a bit).

The roof of the Barnes and Rogers building. It’s wonderful after dark when the city gets lit up. Right now it offers a beautiful daytime view of the skyline far from any of the goings on on the ground and the endless loud noise. I can see the streets of lined up cars, the drivers unaware of just how long they’ll be stuck in the jam. Over on the neighbouring building, there’s a group of pigeons waddling around and scavenging for food, maybe looking at me thinking I’m a peculiar looking bird. It’s an ideal hiding spot right now. Or so I think. As I’m busy admiring the architecture around me, I’m startled by the sudden opening of the door. It’s Nat.

“How the hell did you find me? How did you even know I was missing?” I ask her, very irritated at being disturbed.

“We had a 1 o’clock meeting that you missed. I came looking and Wanda said you went up in the elevator. Not many places to go up from your floor.” Nat would make a really good detective if she ever switched field of interest.

“Oh. Well I’d rather be alone right now.” I tell her but instead of leaving, she joins me resting on the railings. “Alright then, join me.”

“Is this guy giving you shit?” she questions, point blank.

“Wh- No! He’s just… given me a lot to think about. I’m fine.” I can feel the tears tightening my throat and threatening to spill.

“Says the woman hiding on the roof from all of her problems. You’re not fine Y/N/N.”

“He said it didn’t mean anything and he felt nothing. But I saw him, he… they were a perfect match. Two good looking people who were in love.” And yet he said he loves me, or thinks he loves me, which is huge.

“Sounds to me like this is also a personal issue. Do you think you’re not good enough to date him? Cos, let me tell you, if he goes around kissing exes then you’re too good for him.”

“It’s Bucky!” Oh my God what?! Did I really just say that? What is wrong with me? Oh my fucking God! Maybe she didn’t hear me yell his name.

“What?!” I think she heard, dumbass.

“The guy… It’s Bucky- Mr Barnes- Our boss! That’s why it’s so messed up. That and a few other things.”

“Start from the very beginning.”

I tell Nat every single detail of my story from the first kiss to the benefit, from the sickening photos left at my doorstep to the red spray paint I cleaned from my door. Naturally I leave the more intimate elements of the whole ordeal for both mine and Bucky’s dignity; I have a feeling she can fill in the gaps for herself. I don’t cry, I don’t really show any signs of emotion as I speak. I just tell it like I’m disconnected from it all, like it is someone else’s story.

“Woah… that’s quite the story.”

“Yeah… that it is.” Man, I wish I had vodka right this second.

“And Wanda found out before me?” Nat turns to give me a hurt look. I exhale heavily from my nose and smile briefly.

“Hey, that’s just how things panned out. I didn’t want to tell anyone.”

“Still, it hurts a bit that I didn’t find out first... What are you going to do?”

“I was kind of hoping you’d tell me what to do. I… I don’t know. Stark was looking for a new marketing manager a few weeks back, I got headhunted actually, and I was thinking maybe I could see if the job was still available.” I admit, staring at the clouds moving overhead.

“Your plan is to run away. That’s… that’s not okay.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you shouldn’t have to leave because of something Barnes did. That cheater, whether he meant it or not, does not deserve to get on with his life like normal while you completely screw yours up. Stark Industries, really?” Nat screws up her face in disgust.

“Seriously, that’s what bothers you?!” I throw my hands up in the air and step away from the rail, the wind whipping my hair into my face, “It’s a good job! And I’d get an office at Stark Tower working alongside Tony himself- say what you want about him, the man is a technological genius.”

“But you wouldn’t be really happy. The job would be a constant reminder of all of this and everything you gave up for him. And you wouldn’t be with the team anymore, you’d be with a bunch of strangers that you haven’t known for as long as you’ve known us. For as long as you’ve known me.” Nat turns to me with tears brimming her eyes, something that I’ve rarely ever seen in the 10 years I’ve known her.

I was a lonely freshman in college, heading off to pledge a sorority when we bumped into each other. I asked for directions and she ended up talking me out of joining, saying sororities are an over-hyped part of the college experience and encourage negative female stereotypes. She seemed edgy and cool and we really hit it off so she invited me back to her place for beer and chinese takeout. She was a sophomore majoring in business and management. Over our years together we grew close and we made sure to keep in contact after graduation so when the time came that Bucky brought me his business plan and asked for recommendations for the team, I just had to put Nat forward for a position. We’ve been through so much together with the business and in our personal lives.

“I’m not leaving you behind, I’d never do that! I just… I can’t do this. I can’t come into work and pretend that I’m fine seeing him everyday when I’m really not! What about when he gets a new girlfriend, or if he gets back with Caroline, what then?” I begin to break down, allowing all of the cracks I’d been trying to hold together show. Nothing would hurt more than if Bucky was to start parading a new girl around the office with a smile just for her and an arm on her waist.

“It might seem hopeless now but things will get less awkward with time, trust me.” Nat tries to reason.

“But it won’t! Nat I thought… I love him…” I choke back a sob with one hand pressed to my mouth, my body shaking in the cold wind. Natasha runs to me and wraps me in a hug immediately, whispering in my ear,

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise… I was just being selfish. If you want to go, you can go, I’ll support you no matter what.”

“Thank you.” I whisper back, nuzzling into her shoulder like an upset child. I don’t want to have to leave this company and all of the amazing people that I work with, she’s right about that. But, I just can’t stay after this.

Never has a day at the office been so draining, emotionally much more than physically for sure. When I finally step into the lobby of my apartment building after a sweaty subway ride, I am so ready for a long bath and my bed. The walk up the stairs goes by in a blur until I reach my door and my eyes go wider than carnival ferris wheels- with roses in hand and a charming smile this is one person I did not expect to see outside my front door.

“What the fuck are you doing here India?”

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The Boy in the Dog Park (Ch. 1)

Summary: "Hello listeners! The local police station asked me to remind all of you out of the roads tonight that, here in Gainesville, we believe in a speed limit of 19 miles an hour. If you go 20, well, you're going to jail."

Gainesville is a strange town. Virgil should fit right in.

Now if only Virgil could figure that out. Luckily, he's got three friends, and maybe eventually something more, to help him along.

Warnings: Non human characters, Past violence, non descriptive violence

Chapter Title: The First Meeting

Chapter Summary: Logan had come to realize you had to expect the unexpected in Gainesville, what with the yearly blood sacrifices and the howling packs of wolves that roam the streets at night. His thoughts had adapted accordingly. And while he knew it was impolite to stare at people with more limbs than average, he was taken aback, not by how their tentacles flailed, but by the small smile tugging at one corner of their mouth.

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“All right boy, go play!”

Logan didn't really want to be here. He knew Roman didn’t either. Standing around talking with others as they watched dogs running around wasn’t his idea of fun. Especially not at six in the morning. He would much rather be home reading the last chapters of his second favorite Agatha Christie novel, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, but Patton had begged the two of them to come along.

In all honesty, he hadn't even wanted a dog (and neither had Roman.) Neither Roman nor Logan had a schedule that allowed them to be home regularly enough to take care of a dog. Roman was an actor and a playwright. He insisted that leaving the house helped him come up with new ideas and get his creativity flowing. This caused him to leave the house at any hour of the day, and occasionally even at night. Sometimes he was gone for hours. Occasionally he was gone so long that Logan became concerned. Patton would wave it off, and Roman would always return.

In Gainsville, it was normal for someone to disappear, only to show up hours later in their living room, having no idea what had happened, or even that any time had passed at all. It had happened to everyone at least once, though Roman seemed particularly susceptible to it. Logan was convinced it had something to do with That Forest, which was looming behind the dog park this week. Logan eyed it warily.

Logan, though he technically worked regular office hours, worked after hours almost too much. He didn't mind it, he liked his job, but he wouldn't have the time to look after a dog.

Also, Logan preferred cats. But Patton had made an adorable pleading face at the two of them, and said that “I could take care of him, Logan, PLEASE, look at his cute little face-!” And they had ended up with a puppy. And eventually, they ended up here. At the dog park.

He knew he shouldn't have let Patton step into that animal shelter.

Patton was chattering happily away with Remy, who owned a french bulldog mix named Holly, who was now playing with their greyhound-labrador mix puppy, Blue. Roman was standing to the side and scrolling through his phone, oblivious to anything other than his screen, so Logan was the one who had to keep a watchful eye on the two dogs.

So naturally when the- boy? Man?- crept out of That Forest and sneaked through the unused back gate, Logan was the first to notice. Logan took no real interest in him but ended up observing him out of want for anything else to do. He had no dog with him, though Logan wasn't bothered by that. Many people came to the dog park to pet other people's dogs. The fact that he had come from the woods didn't disturb him either. He knew that there was a row of houses a mile or so back in that direction, though, at the moment, they might be in the middle of That Forest. It's not inconceivable (However unlikely, just taking a stroll through the woods was ill-advised for your health.) that the man (because he definitely was a man, albeit a skinny one) had walked through the woods from one of those houses.to bed until two o’clock in the morning. Now though, sleeping with the others calmed him down,

It was a misty morning, and at this distance, Logan couldn't make out his face, but the mystery man immediately spotted Remy’s bulldog and headed closer. The dog, apparently recognizing him, ran over to the man. Now that he was closer, Logan could take note of his appearance. He was wearing an old tattered hoodie which had several patches stitched carefully onto it, ripped skinny jeans, and worn out sneakers. He had dark shadows under his eyes, showing his sleep schedule definitely wasn't the greatest. Logan could sympathize.

Before he moved in with Patton and Roman, his own sleep schedule had been horrific. Even if he had lived in Gainesville for years now, he was still often kept up by the howling of the Wolves that stalked the streets at night. Also, he got caught up in his work a lot and forgot to get and they made sure that he got to bed at a reasonable time.

The man was slumped on to the ground now, the bulldog practically sitting in the man’s lap. Blue had hesitantly walked over to sniff at the new person. When the man turned and caught sight of the puppy, he perked up immediately. Logan saw a soft smile come over this stranger’s face

Logan was abruptly ripped from his thoughts, staring in shock as the back of the man's jacket burst open.

Logan stiffened, then relaxed as he saw the cause of the man’s jacket ripping open. The waving tentacles, protruding from the man's back, thrashed around in excitement.

Back in high school, Logan’s and Patton’s mutual best friend, Emile Picani, had similar tentacles that were always twisting calmly through the air. (Emile was the one who introduced Logan to Patton formally, which Logan would forever be grateful for. He was currently still in college, studying for his doctorate in psychology. On another note, Emile was Patton’s cousin, and for this reason, Logan suspected Patton wasn't quite human either, but never cared enough to ask) If Emile became excited, then they would whip through the air quickly. He fondly recalled when the three of them had graduated, and watching Emile cut slits in the back of his gown so he wouldn't rip them open with his flailing.

Now that the man was closer, Logan could see that there seemed to be a set of buttons hidden on the back of the man’s jacket that allowed his tentacles free without ripping the hoodie.

This type of thing was normal in Gainesville. Logan was one of the few who hadn't been born here, and as such, he was one of the few who knew that things like that weren't normal literally anywhere else.

Logan had moved here with his parents when he was sixteen. He adapted fairly quickly to the teacher whose skin turned green when she was mad, and the yearly blood sacrifice to the local nature god. (He didn't do it one year, just to see what would happen, and let's just say he would never be doing that again.) He was still occasionally surprised by the oddities of Gainesville. His parents, however, had moved away as soon as they could. They had to save up enough money to leave, and by that time, Logan was old enough to make his own decisions. He stayed. He was too dead set on getting a job at Fortune Tellers Tech inc, (And too far in love with his classmates, Patton and Roman) to even think of leaving.

He had eventually fulfilled both of his wishes. He had started as an intern at Fortune Tellers, then was hired, and later promoted to the position of the head of his department. He gotten together and subsequently moved in together with Patton, then Roman. They had chosen a small house in a different part of town, so the fact that there was another person with tentacles that they didn't know about was hardly surprising. Logan wondered briefly if Emile and the stranger were related, but was suddenly broken out of his thoughts by Remy. He had apparently noticed Logan’s staring and had decided to comment on it.

“That's Virgil. He comes here and chills with the dogs a lot- Gurl, why are you squealing so loudly? ”

Patton had apparently finally caught sight of Virgil and was now squishing his cheeks, squealing at the sight of him. Logan found his reaction adorable.

Nonsensical, yes, but adorable.

“He’s so cute, Logan! Roman! Isn't he cute? Can we go say hi?”

Virgil,- who, now that Logan noted his physical features, was rather cute- did not seem to notice Patton’s squealing.

Patton’s squealing had finally caught Roman’s attention. He looked up from his phone and caught sight of the boy. He whistled.

“Damn, he is adorable. I’m all for going to chat him up. What about you, Specs?”

Logan smiled.

“Gladly.”

~~~

In the end, they never got to talk to the very mysterious and very cute Virgil. They had approached him, although he didn’t seem to notice them at first. When Logan had tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention, he had thrown himself forward and away from them, dislodging the dogs from his lap. He sprung to his feet and whirled around to face them, tentacles quickly slipping back into his jacket. His eyes were wide, showing them the beautiful entrancing lavender color of his irises, but they were distracted from the color in his eyes by the panic in them.

“Hey, are you okay-?”

Patton was cut off as Virgil turned and bolted for That Forest, vaulting over the fence. As they stood looking at each other, each slightly confused at his reaction, Remy strode over.

“Yeah, he’s pretty shy. Doesn't like meeting new people. Y’all are new to this part of the city, right Patton?” After Patton nodded he continued on. “Ya know, everybody who comes here is pretty protective over him. Well, I gotta warn you, don’t upset him. You'll have hell to pay if you do.”

Remy smirked, flashing rather sharp teeth at the three of them. Then, whistling for his bulldog, he walked towards the gate.

The gate clanged shut, and Remy was gone.

“Well… Okay.”

“Shut up, Roman.”

~~~

After they had tried to chase Blue down for half an hour, and failed miserably, they finally managed to tackle him to the ground. (They meaning Logan and Roman, Patton had stood there, doubled over in laughter. If it were any other situation, Logan would have found it endearing.) Logan frowned at the dirt stain on his tie. He knew he should have worn a darker color today.

The ride home was quiet as the three of them contemplated what had happened that morning. The only voice that filled the car was that of the local radio host, Thomas Sanders, reminding his listeners that the sun would not be rising tomorrow because the sun god was taking a day off. When they got home, they ate an early lunch and then split up for their individual tasks for the rest of the day.

Patton went grocery shopping, then planted some new chrysanthemums in the small garden outside their house. Roman continued working on his new play, while Logan settled in to read the last few chapters of his novel. Life returned to normal, at least for now.

~~~

After issuing that ominous warning to the three and leaving the dog park, Remy took a right turn and walked around the edge of the woods. The second he was out of sight of the park, he took another sharp right turn into the woods. After walking for another ten minutes or so, and having to yank Holly away from a few glowing squirrels, (They gave her a stomach ache if she managed to eat one.) the scenery became familiar. After a few more minutes of walking, Remy broke into a clearing.

The clearing was a decent size, with a small pond in the middle of it, which fed a quietly bubbling brook. The early morning mist still hung over the perfectly still surface of the pond, though it was slowly being burned away by the rising sun. Large boulders lay scattered about the clearing, piled up against each other. A small tent was set up tucked into one corner of the clearing, along with a camping chair and table.

What Remy was looking for, however, was none of those things.

He found his object of interest sitting, perched on a low hanging tree branch. He was still unaware of Remy’s presence as he was staring contemplatively into the water of the steam which ran directly underneath his branch.

Sighing, Remy tied up Holly to a tree, so she couldn’t run off to catch squirrels and then teleported himself to another branch above Virgil. (Ahh, the perks of godhood.)

Cutting to the chase, Remy simply asked, “Are you alright, Vee? You sort of freaked out back there.”

Virgil, having not noticed him until this point, startled violently. The back of his jacket opened again, and his tentacles wrapped around the surrounding branches to keep him from falling off the tree.

Remy arched an eyebrow. Normally, Virgil had more control over his extra appendages. Something was obviously bothering him.

Repeating himself, Remy asked, “What’s wrong, Virgil?”

Virgil avoided his question, letting out a shuddering breath. He tucked his tentacles back into his jacket and reached behind himself to snap the buttons back in place. “God, Rem, you scared me.”

Remy frowned at Virgil’s non-answer, although Virgil couldn’t see it, as he was still looking down at the water below. Virgil would talk when he was ready, he supposed.

They sat quietly for another ten minutes at least before Virgil broke the silence with a rush of words that trailed off. “It’s been a year, you know, since…”

He broke off his train of thought, but Remy knew what he was talking about

Around this time last year, Remy had been walking in these same woods. (At the time, the woods weren’t ‘cursed’ as they were now, that had actually been Remy’s doing, to keep people away from Virgil. Virgil hadn’t mentioned it, but Remy knew he was thankful. An accidental side effect of that was the fact that the now dubbed ‘That Forest’ moved, but what can you do?)

He had discovered Virgil, emaciated and exhausted, collapsed on the ground. He had taken Virgil back to his own house and nursed him back to health. The healing process that would have normally taken months only took a week and a half. This was probably due to Remy’s powers, but he suspected that Virgil being not quite human had something to do with it too.

Remy had tried to get the full story out of Virgil, but all that he had gathered was that he had been chased out of his old town and had somehow ended up here, and it had something to do with his tentacles. (Though Remy couldn’t understand what that had to do with anything. Why would they throw him out for that?) He didn't pressure Virgil though, letting him have his privacy.

A fast friendship had blossomed between the two of them, but when Virgil was healed, he insisted that he didn't want to be a burden. Remy had protested, but, seeing that he couldn't change Virgil’s mind, He had tried to get Virgil an apartment, but Virgil had balked at the thought of being around people. So Remy had used his powers to give him a suitable home in the clearing. He conjured the pond and stream and bought him a tent and other essentials.

That's how Virgil lived for the rest of the winter, (being in Florida, the weather was nice enough to live outdoors year round) spring, and summer.

The incoming chilly weather would only serve as a stark reminder to Virgil as how long it had been since he had been forced to flee his home.

Remy frowned deeply, wishing he could erase Virgil's horrible memories. He leaned down and squeezed Virgil’s shoulder gently in a gesture of understanding.”Well, I’m here if you need someone to talk to.” They fell into a comfortable silence after that.

A half hour passed and the two of them moved to the bottom of the tree. Virgil had toed off his shoes and socks and was dabbling his feet in the stream. Holly had walked over from where she had been staring intently at a squirrel in one of the other trees to curl up in Virgil’s lap. Remy had finished with his drink and had stared at it in disappointment before remembering that he could just conjure himself a new one.

Remy was the one who finally broke the silence.

“I think you should talk to them.”

Virgil glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, not saying anything.

“I mean, I talked to them, and they seem like nice people. They were at the park last Sunday too, so if you come next Sunday, you could probably catch them.”

Virgil only hummed uncertainly. “At least they didn’t see my tentacles-”

“Um-” Remy started but he was cut off by Virgil continuing.

“But are you sure-”

Remy groaned, breaking off Virgil’s sentence. “Gurl, you need to socialize, you’ve been living like a hermit. And they're cute.”

Virgil spluttered, his face flushing, and swatted him on the shoulder. Remy smirked, standing.

“I need to leave. You want me to get you anything?”

“Nope, nope, nope, get out!” Virgil squaked, lifting Holly off his lap and standing, shoving Remy towards the edge of the clearing.

Teasingly, Remy crowed, “Someone has a crush~” before he snapped his fingers and teleported himself and Holly away before Virgil could push him in the stream.

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