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If A Moment Is All We Are (22/?)
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âHey, Kirako-san?â
I knocked quietly against the open doorway of the clerk room and poked my head into the room. Kirako was sitting by the window with her laptop open, clearly engrossed in shopping for a new collar for her cat, âMii-chan,â and she jumped when I called her name a little louder.
âKirako-san?â
âIâm working hard, I swear!â she shrieked, rapidly closing a bunch of windows all at once. âDonât write me up!!â
âRelax, Kirako-san,â I laughed, âitâs just me. Iâm not going to tell anyone what you were doing but if I were you...â
I looked around and lowered my voice to a whisper.
âI wouldnât go with that fuchsia collar,â I said, grinning, âItâll clash with the orange in Mii-chanâs fur.â
âYou think?â Kirako groused as I nodded firmly.
She sighed.
âStill, Iâm glad itâs just you, Kyou-chan,â she mumbled, putting her hand on her chest and leaning back in her chair. âKunikida-san would have my head for sure if he caught me shopping during work hours. Do you need something from me?â
I nodded.
It had been almost a full day since the explosion at Yamazaki Shujiâs second apartment. As the firefighters continued to put out the flames, Kunikida and I went back to Kataiâs place, retrieved a small handful of printouts and then immediately returned to the Agency. I decided to leave the black access card with Katai, in case he needed it for something else and Katai, for his part, agreed to call me back the minute he found something new, in exchange for nothing more than a simple grocery run.
âI donât like to leave the house,â heâd mumbled quietly before burrowing back into his futon like a hibernating bear in a cave.
With Kataiâs printouts to guide me, I spent the rest of yesterday afternoon trying to find anything else I could on the aliases âTsushima Shujiâ and âYamazaki Shuji.â Unfortunately, I couldnât find much beyond what Katai had already figured out. I ended up staying a full hour past the end of my shift, alternating between manically searching the internet and hitting my head against my desk in frustration until a very concerned Atsushi shook me and insisted I call it quits for the day.
But just when I thought I was going to be at a dead end, I remembered this morning that Kunikida and Dazai had been the ones to orchestrate Mrs. Yamazakiâs relocation. If theyâd done it shortly after Iâd first informed them of her upcoming murder, then they were sure to have documented their proceedings somewhere, as part of the paperwork they did when they finished a caseâmy case.
Iâd run so fast to the clerk room that Iâd nearly tripped on my way there.
So here I was, standing before Kirako, with my fingers crossed in my burgundy skirt pocket, hoping that she might have something for me.
âIâm looking for my case files.â
Kirako adjusted her glasses and squinted at me through her bright pink frames.
âBut... you havenât turned them in yet,â she said, sounding confused.
âNo, not those,â I said, shaking my head. âThe files Dazai-san and Kunikida-san turned in when they rescued me from Akutagawa at the art gallery.â
Kirakoâs forest-green eyes widened.
âYou want those?â
For a second, she looked uncomfortable.
âUh. Kyou-chan... You sure you want those?â she asked again, staring doubtfully at me. âMost people generally avoid looking at their own case files... depending on who wrote the reports, theyâre not always that flattering...â
âIâm sure,â I said firmly, âAnd Iâm not after my own information, Iâm trying to look into Yamazaki Tomie-san, my old neighbor.â
âYour old neighbor?â she asked, turning back to the computer and pulling up the filing software. âAre you just looking out of curiosity? Because this says sheâs been relocated to Nagano.â
âYeah, I know about that,â I admitted, âBut is there anything else on her? Or her husband? Anything that Dazai-san or Kunikida-san mightâve filed around the time when I joined?â
âLetâs check...â
Kirako began typing but when she found what she was looking for, I heard a sound like a buzzer. I glanced over her shoulder at a grayed-out file. It looked a little like the hidden files Katai had dug up on Mr. Yamazaki yesterday.
âWhatâs that noise?â I asked curiously.
Kirako frowned.
âThatâs weird,â she mumbled, clicking the mouse again. âIt looks like the file is locked.â
âLocked?â I repeated incredulously, staring at the screen in shock. âBut youâre the highest ranking clerkâyou have access to everything! How could it be locked?â
âI donât know,â Kirako said quietly, clicking through, âitâs probably some kind of error. Either that or whoever wrote it made it so that only they or President Fukuzawa could open it, which doesnât happen too often...â
She shot me an apologetic look.
âWe can ask IT to look into it but for now, Iâm afraid I canât help you.â
I slapped my hand over my face and groaned as Kirako clicked through a few more screens.
âYou know,â she said, scrolling through what seemed to be a separate document, âfrom the looks of this bit here, Yamazaki Tomie-san might actually be in witness protection. If thatâs the case, Iâm not sure how much youâre going to be able to find on her here with us...â
She glanced up at me.
âWhy are you looking into her right now?â she asked. Her features softened into a sympathetic smile. âDo you miss her, Kyou-chan? If you just want to talk to her, Iâm sure it can wait.â
âI did think about reaching out yesterday,â I admitted, thinking back to my conversation with Kyouka and Atsushi about bento boxes, âbut this has something to do with my current case. The company that hired me and Dazai-san thinks her husband stole a lot of money from them.â
Kirakoâs eyes shot up into her bangs.
âReally? Well, if thatâs the case, maybe you could try the police department? If heâs a known criminal, they might have something?â
I chewed my cheek.
âI donât know if thatâs such a good idea...â
If Mr. and Mrs. Yamazaki were in some kind of trouble with the Port Mafia or the criminal underworld, then asking the police could draw more unwanted attention to them. And even if that werenât the case, if Mrs. Yamazaki was in witness protection, thereâs no way someone like me, an employee of a private detective agency, would be allowed access to that kind of information, no matter how important Ranpo-san liked to say we were.
Not to mention, the last time I checked in with the police, I ended up being confronted by Akutagawa and nearly getting my legs chopped off...
âWait...â I mumbled, suddenly remembering something. âMaybe Dazai-san has her information. Heâs the one who told me she relocated, after all, maybe he has her phone numberââ
âWhose number would I have?â a familiar tenor voice chirped from behind me.
I whirled.
âDazai-san!â
For once, I was actually happy to see him and it mustâve shown on my face because the bandaged brunette brightened up instantly.
âWell, this is a pleasant surprise!â he declared, his chocolate-brown eyes sparkling as he regarded me. âNow why canât you smile this sweetly for me every time I see you?â
âDo you happen to have Yamazaki Tomie-sanâs phone number by any chance?â I asked, choosing to ignore his previous remark. âYou know, my old neighbor?â
One of Dazaiâs dark eyebrows quirked upwards into his messy bangs.
âNo...? Why would I have that?â he asked blankly.
As usual, he wasnât wearing his trench coat while he was in the office and he crossed his bandaged arms with a confused look on his face.
âSheâs married. And a bit old for me, donât you think?â
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Normally, I wouldnât hesitate to call him out for being too flirty for his own good but right now, I needed something from him and it was probably wisest to stay on his good side.
âI just thought,â I said slowly, âthat you might have it since you were the last person to come into contact with her after... the incident at the art gallery.â
âOhhh, I see,â Dazai murmured, rubbing his chin. âYouâre trying to check up on her, arenât you? Well, sorry to disappoint you, Kusunoki-kun, but I donât have it.â
I felt my shoulders droop in disappointment.
âBut if you like...â Dazai offered, that impish grin sliding back onto his face, âI could help you track her down. In exchange for a small favor, of course.â
âYouâre going to help me find her,â I said, smiling as pleasantly as possible, âbecause itâs relevant to our case. I went over to Katai-sanâs yesterday andââ
âThatâs right!â Dazai suddenly exclaimed, clapping his hands together in excitement, âHow did everything go with Kunikida-kun yesterââ
I slapped both my hands over his mouth to stop him from saying anything further and shot a horrified look over my shoulder at Kirako, who, thankfully, only looked confused.
âDazai-san.â
There was an edge to my smile and without removing one of my hands from his mouth, I started pushing him out the door.
âCould I speak to you about our case? In private?â
Without waiting for him to answer, I pushed him right past the threshold and nodded politely to Kirako as we left. I didnât take my hand off Dazaiâs mouth (ugh, this felt so weird) until Iâd pushed him into the conference room. This time, however, I didnât lock the door.
âWhat are you doing?!â I snapped, all patience exhausted. âWhy would you bring up Kunikida-san in front of Kirako-san?! I thought you said you wouldnât tell anyone!â
âI wasnât going to!â Dazai claimed, looking affronted, âI just wanted to know what you found out at Kataiâs place.â
As I eyed him suspiciously, Dazai put up both hands in a gesture of surrender.
âWell, it turns out, Tsushima Shuji and Yamazaki Shuji are the same person,â I told him. âKatai managed to get into the company employee files and I recognized the ID photo he pulled up. It looks like it was taken a few decades ago, around the time Shuji-san and Tomie-san got married. They mustâve moved here from Nagano when Tanaka Investments hired him.â
âSo heâs been working at the company this whole time,â Dazai mumbled, tapping his chin. âInteresting.â
âWhat about you, Dazai-san?â I asked, putting a hand on my hip. âI didnât see you all afternoon yesterdayââ
âOh?â
Dazai suddenly perked up, taking his hand off his chin.
âDid you miss me, my sweetâ?â
âThatâs not what I meant and you know it,â I cut him off, slapping away his hands before he could put them somewhere Iâd make him regret. âIâm asking you what you found yesterday while I was talking to Katai-san. He said he was going to try to trace everything he could of Yamazaki Shuji today and that heâd call me once heâd finished but Iâd like to hear what you found.â
I crossed my arms and fixed him with a suspicious look.
âYou said you were going out to talk to some information brokers yesterday, didnât you? Donât tell me you actually stayed at my desk all day, huffing my markers or something? And noââ
I jabbed a finger in his face like he was a misbehaving dog. Dazai had suddenly looked a little too excited at the prospect of digging through my desk for Sharpies.
âIâm not going to let you do that,â I stressed. âFor one, itâs not going to kill you, just get you high as a kite, and two, youâll dry them out and then I wonât be able to use them any more.â
I crossed my arms as Dazai wilted visibly and let out a heavy sigh.
âIâm not going to go through your desk,â he mumbled, rubbing the back of his bandaged neck. âNot for markers, anyway. But youâre right, thatâs not important. We should talk about what I learned about Shuji-san.â
He pulled out a chair for me and gestured for me to sit.
Making a mental note to move anything even remotely toxic out of my desk and into my locker, I also let out a heavy sigh and sat.
âSo my information corroborates yours,â Dazai said, pulling out his own chair and scooting noisily against the tiles until he was squished up right next to me in the large, empty conference room.
He took out a set of papers from inside his black vest and put them down on the long table in front of us.
âYamazaki Shuji does appear to be our targetâs real name. He grew up in Nagano, where he met his wife, Tomie-san, then relocated with her to Yokohama when Tanaka Investments scouted him. Over the years, he rose up through the ranks until he became one of their most senior accountants and account managers.â
Dazai placed another document on the table.
âAccording to these records, Shuji-san took a lot of business trips abroad and was rarely at the company. His last visit to the company headquarters took place about a month ago.â
âWait a second,â I said, shifting the set of papers on the table. âKatai-san says Shuji-san seems to have disappeared off the face of the Earth a month ago, but his card was used to get building access two nights agoâthe night before the bombing.â
I glanced up at Dazai.
âThat means someone used his card to get into the buildingâprobably to set the bomb that nearly got us yesterday.â
Dazai nodded.
âI assume you saw the dead bird in the trash can?â he asked, leaning one bandaged arm on the table as he looked at me, his striped shirt sleeve scuffing up one set of the documents.
âI did,â I replied, trying to shove his arm off the papers but he wouldnât budge. I gave up. âPresident Tanaka mustâve tightened security because heâs afraid someoneâs after him. And given there was that bombing at Shuji-sanâs second apartment, I canât blame him.â
Dazai raised an eyebrow.
ââSecondâ apartment?â he asked, âWhy do you call it that?â
âBecause,â I said, surprised.
He hadnât figured it out?
âHis first apartment is the one he shared with his wife, down the hall where I lived.â
Dazai grew quiet. He seemed to be scrutinizing me very carefully and for just a moment, the look in his bright brown eyes appeared to be one of pity. At once, I frowned.
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âKusunoki,â Dazai began.
He tapped his fingers against the table as he studied me.
âLet me ask you a question. Itâs a philosophical question but, please, humor me for a second.â
âWhat?â I asked, taken aback. âA philosophy question? Now?â
Dazai nodded and at the look in his eyes, I was struck silent.
Iâd seen the expression in those clear brown eyes once before, the night I was rescued from the gallery. It was the same look Dazai had given me when I was holding that glass shard to my own neck... like he was seeing something in me that I didnât want to see in myself...
The brightly lit room suddenly felt warm and stuffy. My heart began to race.
â...What is it?â
âItâs from an old book I read once,â Dazai said, still staring deep into my eyes, âLetâs say for nine years, I had an apple. I believed it was a goodly apple but after possessing it for those nine years and one day, I discover that it is rotten to its core.â
He lowered his gaze momentarily, his thick, dark bangs dropping just a little over his eyes.
âHad been the whole time, actually, even though I had not been aware of it,â he said, smiling softly to no one in particular.
I could barely breathe.
âWould it be fair to say then,â Dazai continued, glancing back up at me, âthat I had possessed for nine years, a goodly apple?â
âI...â
I looked away.
âIâm not sure I understand the question.â
âI think you do.â
And with that, Dazai gently laid one large, half bandaged hand over mine. My heart stopped as the weight of his hand settled against it.
âAnswer my question, Kusunoki,â he said gently. âDid I, for those nine years, possess a goodly apple?â
His fingers closed around mine.
âDazai...?â
I felt a lump forming in my throat as I stared back into his deep brown eyes.
Was he really asking about an apple...?
I could tell Dazai was waiting patiently for my answer, so with some difficulty, I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak. I couldnât bring myself to move my hand out from under his.
âI think...â I replied slowly, âthat it was. A goodly apple that is. You spent nine good years with it, didnât you? And it brought you joy.â
âJoy?â Dazai asked, his dark brows drawing together momentarily in thought.
âYes.â
I studied his face as I answered.
âThey say time heals all wounds. Iâm sure you will always remember the moment you found out about the rotten core, but as time passes, the pain will start to fade and youâll be left with the memories of those nine good years instead. And if itâs the nine years you remember best, then...â
I smiled and Dazaiâs dark eyes widened just a fraction. His hand twitched where it lay over mine.
âYes. It was a goodly apple.â
âKyou...â Dazai breathed.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. Dazai was staring at me as if he had never properly seen my face before and I felt my face warm under the intensity of his stare. And in that moment, the curtains behind his dark eyes seemed to lift... and I found myself once again seeing a side of Dazai that Iâd only caught fleeting glimpses of before...
It was the same Dazai who pulled away from me yesterday morning, when Iâd reached back to place my hand over his.
And the same lonely Dazai whoâd walked me home that cold, spring night...
... and asked me to join him in double suicide.
I couldnât breathe.
âHey... Dazai?â
I bit my lip.
âAre you okay? Why did you ask me this question?â
At once, Dazai smiled. The curtains came down like a steel door and his mask snapped back into place. It all happened so quickly that I was left wondering what I had just seenâand if I had actually seen anything at all.
Dazaiâs smile softened and he slowly leaned in.
âIâm fine,â he whispered sweetly, giving my hand a light, affectionate squeeze. âBut is that your final answer, Kyou-chan? Do you really believe in the healing power of time so strongly?â
âIâI do,â I stammered, my heart suddenly beating faster than before as his eyes seemed to darken. âI mean, of course I do. Whyââ
My voice caught in my throat and I cleared it lightly to try to stop the words from sticking.
âWhy wouldnât I?â I asked, âwhen my own Ability allows me to see the future?â
Dimly, I thought back to Saeki Mei from the convenience store, the woman who had been kidnapped during my first case. I thought about how Iâd seen a vision of her in the summer, through the old managerâs eyes. Mei would be laughing and jogging and wearing new blonde highlights in her pitch-black hair when she returned in July. And Mei would be back. The manager had assured me of this.
âIâve seen it,â I said at last, staring back into his eyes. âIâve seen people heal.â
âThatâs good,â Dazai said quietly, still watching me with that inscrutable look in his eyes. He started leaning in close. âGood to hear...â
âUm, Dazai...?â I whispered, my heart beating so loud I was sure he could hear it too. âSh-shouldnât we go back to talking about the case...?â
âCase?â Dazai repeated absentmindedly.
The sound of someone knocking on the conference room door drew my attention and Dazai and I looked up as one as Tanizaki Junichiro poked his head into the room.
âOh, there you are, Kusunoki-san,â he said.
I saw his eyes shift towards the table, where Dazaiâs hand still lay over mine and at once, I shifted and pulled my hand back. Dazai, however, hadnât moved.
âI was looking for you,â Tanizaki continued, opening the door further and stepping fully into the room.
He jerked a thumb behind him towards the direction of the main lobby.
âI was wondering if you wouldnât mind cleaning up the area around your desk a little. Weâre expecting some deliveries this afternoon and Kunikida-san asked us to keep the main office space clear for it...â
He glanced at the set of printouts spread out across the table.
âUnless, of course, youâre discussing a case and youâre busy? I can come back later, you know.â
âNo, itâs okay!â I said, jumping to attention the instant Kunikidaâs name crossed Tanizakiâs lips. âI can help. Unless...â
I shot an annoyed glance at Dazai, who quickly stifled an audible snicker behind one half-bandaged hand.
â...we need to do this now?â
âNo, it can wait,â Dazai said, the ghost of his laughter still visible in the smile on his face.
He pulled out a handheld gaming console from somewhere underneath the desk and started up some sort of game, ignoring me as I frowned at him.
So thatâs why he chose to sit hereâhe mustâve taped all sorts of weird toys and things under the table so he wouldnât get bored during conferences.
It wasnât necessarily because he was trying to get close to me...
âUh, Kusunoki-san?â Tanizaki prompted me, âYou still coming?â
âYeah!â I replied, not understanding where the strange sense of disappointment was coming from. I turned to look at Dazai, who was now sitting with his feet on the table, almost scuffing the printouts, fully immersed in playing his game.
âGuess Iâll get going then?â
Without looking up at me, Dazai nodded. He pursed his lips in concentration and continued madly pushing at the buttons on his console.
âYeah, sure, go,â he said in between spurts of frantic button mashing. âLetâs pick this back up when Iâve beaten this second bossâI mean, when youâre done out there.â
Victory music blasted from the speakers and Dazai let out a raucous cheer. He put down the device for just a second and winked.
âGo impress Kunikida-kun.â
âYouâ!â
I bit back my retort as I saw the look of confusion on Tanizakiâs face. I slapped a hand over my face and sighed.
âNever mind. See you later, Dazai-san.â
âCiao!â
Rolling my eyes, I followed Tanizaki out the door as the sounds of video game music resumed playing.
âOh, and Kusunoki-kun?â
I turned back slightly at the sound of Dazaiâs voice.
âYes?â
I heard fight music playing over the speakers of Dazaiâs gaming console. He met my gaze and smiled.
âThereâs no need to worry about Yamazaki Tomie-san. I checked in on her nephew a few days ago and sheâs doing well. She said to tell you âhi.ââ
I brought my hand up to my mouth.
âDazai-san...!â
He actually went and checked on her?
âThank you,â I said, smiling warmly at him. âThatâs... surprisingly sweet of you.â
âI can be full of surprises,â Dazai quipped, grinning cheekily. âHave fun!â
And with that, he went back to his game. Still smiling, I let the door close behind me, the tinny sounds of electronic bells and whistles disappearing as the conference room sealed itself once more.
***
âSo what kind of deliveries are we expecting today?â I asked as Tanizaki shuffled about the empty main office with a simple broom and dustpan in his hands.
It was relatively early in the afternoon but it seemed everyone was out. Everyone except for me, Tanizaki, Dazai, and Kirako, anyway. Kunikida had apparently left Tanizaki in charge of the main office area (his sister was out running shopping errands for the office) and Kirako in charge of the clerks while a few of the detectives accompanied President Fukuzawa to escort a foreign diplomat around Yokohama. Because Dazai and I were working on a relatively big case, we were allowed to remain. Everyone else, it seemed, was out working in the field. I paused my own sweeping to glance over at Kyoukaâs desk, which had been refurbished and delivered yesterday, just before I started this case with Dazai.
âIs someone else getting an improved desk?â
âNo, but weâre getting some new equipment,â Tanizaki replied, sweeping towards the main door. âFirst thing coming this afternoon is a fancy new printer, the kind with the copier built in. Haruno-sanâs been asking for it for months and Kunikida-san finally caved.â
âAh.â I smiled. âGood for her.â
I might not have been with the Agency long, but even a couple of weeks was enough for me to find out how difficult it was to get Kunikida to spend money. That man watched the budget like accounting was his second job... which it probably was, I realized with a silent grimace.
If I was doing the math correctly (I might not be, I still remembered that overblown math lesson Kunikida gave me after I passed my Entrance Exam), the overall costs from my Entrance Exam still might not have been recovered yet. Not by me alone, anyway.
âBy the way, how did everything go yesterday?â Tanizaki asked with a friendly smile.
âDazaiâs lying!!â I exclaimed in a rush, squeezing my broom handle so tightly in my hands that it nearly bent. âI donât know what you heard but itâs not true! It was all professional, I swear!!â
Tanizaki blinked at me in confusion, then slowly and steadily started backing away.
âUhh, okay,â he said slowly, putting his broom up defensively, the way one might when facing a dangerous animal, âI didnât hear anything in particular, just that you met with Katai-san and you needed to talk to him about your case?â
âOh,â I breathed out, instantly settling down. âOh, right. Yeah, everything went fine.â
Hoping it would put Tanizaki at ease, I laughed a little.
âKatai-san is an interesting person, isnât he?â I said, resuming my sweeping. âI heard he used to work for the Agency, years ago and it seems the only person he really keeps in touch with is Kunikida-san. Have you met Katai-san, Tanizaki-kun?â
At once, Tanizakiâs face darkened and I actually flinched when I saw the murderous look in his red-tinted eyes.
âYeah, I have,â the redhead growled, nearly snapping his broom in half as he recalled some offensive incident. âIâd heard he gets really weird around girls but Iâll never forget the shit he pulled around Naomi. The way he stared at her...â
His grip tightened on his broom handle and this time, it was my turn to back away from Tanizaki as he trailed off and fumed in silence. Yosano had warned me never to ask any questions about the Tanizaki siblingsâ relationship and I thought it best to take her advice. Two weeks in the Agency was more than enough for me to guess...
âI-itâs lucky I wasnât exactly Katai-sanâs type, then huh?â I tried to joke.
Although Katai had thought I was Kunikidaâs...
Just thinking about it made my face burn so I looked away and continued sweeping.
âYeah, thatâs good,â Tanizaki mumbled, making his way towards the trash can by the client booth.
He set his broom against the stained glass paneling and opened up the lid
âSo youâre making progress on your case, then?â Tanizaki asked as I nodded and joined him by the trash bin. âThatâs good. It seems like a tough one. Tougher still since youâre working with Dazai-san. I mean.â
He elbowed me slightly and laughed.
âSpeaking of men who get weird around girls, am I right?â
Tanizaki continued chuckling to himself as I emptied my dustbin into the trash but I couldnât bring myself to return the laugh.
Dazai was definitely the worst kind of flirt but there was something about him back there, something different from his usual antics. Nobody had ever looked at me the way Dazai had just now... like he was tryingâreally tryingâto get to know me. Like he was utterly fascinated by me...
And that he really liked what he saw...
I put down the dustbin and broom and stared into the trash, at the ashes from the fire Dazai had set yesterday.
Why had he asked me that question...? He clearly hadnât been asking me about a literal apple but why did Dazai want to ask about my worldview so suddenly? And why did he seem so surprised by my answer?
So genuinely surprised... and pleased?
I bit my lip as I thought about the way his hand had rested against mine and how I hadnât moved away.
I hadnât moved away because I didnât want to...
Why?
Why does my heart beat so fast when he looks at me like that...?
Why does his smile make me want to stop and stare at him for hours on end?
I closed my eyes and tried to put the thoughts out of my head but no sooner had I done so than a memory floated back to meâthe memory of the day Iâd met Dazaiâthe way heâd smiled when he handed me my drawing, the way his eyes had sparkled when heâd caught me staring...
I put my hand up to my face and covered my eyes.
Why canât I stop thinking about him all of a sudden?
The only man I liked was Kunikida... and only Kunikida...
Right...?
âKusunoki-san?â Tanizaki asked, sounding confused and slightly concerned when I suddenly and violently twitched, as if I were falling asleep on my feet and abruptly woke back up.
He leaned over to peer into the trash with me.
âWhat are you looking at? Oh.â
He wrinkled his nose and sighed when he saw the charred ring of residue in the metal bin.
âThe fire, huh? Yeah itâs a good thing you werenât here when Dazai did that. I swear to God, all hell broke loose right before lunch yesterday. Kunikida basically lost itâyou shouldâve heard him yelling and screamingââ
âShould I take this outside and wash it?â I asked, pointing to the can but Tanizaki was already shaking his head.
âNah, you donât need to. We can ask the building janitor to take care of it. Then again...â
He studied my face, looking slightly concerned.
âIf you need a breath of fresh air,â he said, âwe could always just make a quick trip to the larger bins out back. Iâll take these. Why donât you go to the shredders by the printer and see what you can get?â
Nodding furiously, I hurried off towards the printersâonly to trip on the very trash can Iâd just offered to clean up. I fell to the ground with an undignified squawk of surprise, spilling ashes and scraps of paper everywhere as the trash can rolled away on its side. I leaped to my feet.
âSorry!â I exclaimed, scrambling to clean up the mess Iâd just made. âLet me get thisââ
âThatâs fine, but you donât have to use your hands!â Tanizaki cried, looking frantic and now more worried than ever. âKusunoki, whatâs going on? Are you feeling okay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â I insisted, picking up scraps of paper and flinging them into the trash, completely disregarding Tanizakiâs protests. âThis was my fault so Iâll...â
I trailed off as my eyes landed on a name on one of the larger scraps of paper. The corner was burned and there were dried chunks of fire extinguisher foam on the black ink of the text, but I could still make out the words.
It was an autopsy report, forwarded to the Armed Detective Agency by request of one of the detectives looking into an open case.
The name of the victim: Yamazaki Tomie.
And the detective who had requested the report...
Dazai Osamu.
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a lionâs gilded tooth 01. (m)
genre: angst; fluff; mature content; soulmates!au; dystopia!au;
characters: jimin x reader x hoseok;
length: 11.7k;
synopsis:Â in a secluded village of 500, the concept of soulmates is used as a mere means for survival and reproduction. when classmates mysteriously disappear and the future with your first childhood love is threatened under the hands of fate on mating day, your once peaceful life begins spiraling into chaos. now, the only hope to unveil the truths behind humanityâs purpose lies in the secrets of the village and its magical ruins.Â
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The monotonous voice of a familiar female authority echoes incessantly across the vast roomâlifeless and desultory, yet at the same time, ever the more daunting. It's a scene every child has witnessed from the lips of their very own mother, the very year in which a child's wildest imaginations crumbled under the confines of the world's creeping ends. The entirety of adolescence spent outside roaming about in the fields, harvesting the appropriate assets for a befitting pair of viable individuals, enduring the lectures of very adult in the village whom had warned you to take Mating Day seriouslyânone of the eighteen years would ever be enough preparation for anyone to fulfill their sole purpose of fertility.Â
The white tiles lining the floor cut by dozens upon dozens of black and red lines of tape running in every which way reflect an unpleasant flood of light from its similarly white-coated ceiling. The stark contrast of the numerous rows of black chairs organized into three sections across the room were impossible to miss in the mostly monochromatic room. You had heard countless rumors from school regarding the haunting cold air of this room, but myths tend to exist on the sole vitality of a teen's fleeting attention span; this time, however, experience has proven you wrong. Three hours of sitting in this room was enough to send you longing for the earthy vibrancy of your rural villageâthe eye-soothing tones of the grass, the scent of wood freshly dampened by the rain the night before, and the familiar back of his as he frolicked through the meadows with your hand in his.
Please prepare two forms of photo identification and the appropriate documents...
Chills ricochet down your spine and manifest into waves that flood your extremities, where your fingertips fidgeted with the metallic underside of your uniform black seat. The short-lived breath of wind as people bustled about before you in an effort to reach their respective destinations didn't help to cease the growing pain of anxiety mixed with a touch if adrenaline burrowed within your chest.Â
...to ensure a quick and easy check-in. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated.
The sole source of sanity keeping you from screaming at the eeriness of the womanâs directions is the remaining constant in the entirety of your livelihood⊠him.Â
When he rests his hands upon yours, the warmth wades you gently through the directionless waves toward reality; and when you lift your gaze to find him grinning at you with that oh-so-familiar soft smile of his, youâre once again left assured, for you know what lies on the other end of tomorrow's testament of fate.Â
Youâve always known.Â
"Hey, baby, you okay?" his voice cooed as he strokes your head with a prolonged kiss to your temple; with each of his electric touches against your bare skin, the blinding white of the lights disintegrates into reality.Â
You blink slowly, once and twice, until the curve of a grin belonging to the longtime beholder of your affections elicits a skip in tempo against your chest; and before you know it, as if ingrained into your very blueprint, your hands lift to cup his dewy cheek as your thumb runs along his plump, bottom lip. The crescents of his eyes thin even more so, weak with endearment under the embrace of his love.Â
Itâs just as the legends say: the finding of a soulmate is enough to stop even the infinite magnitudes of time itself.Â
âWhat do you mean, Jimin,â you let out a nervous laugh, âIâm fine. Itâs just that this room is⊠sort of sucking the life out of me.âÂ
The boy frowns when his hand lays over your cold ones on his cheek, âare you sure? I can always grab a permit from Mr. Wang and see Dr. Li with you.â Â
âIâm fine, Jimin. Every teacher and nurse in this village will be onto us if you donât stop overreacting to my every drop in temperature,â your joke incites a pout from him. âPlus, what in the world do I have to be scared of when I have you right hereââÂ
ââbooooo,â an irking voice hollers from the row of chairs across you. The sheepish giggles from Jimin morphs into a series of cackling, his head thrown back and his hands cover his burning cheeks in embarrassment; whereas you, on the other hand, shoot an unapologetic glare at the boy who just shrugs. With arms spread over the empty chairs beside him, one over the shoulder of a girl, who noticeably fails to hide the lift on the corner of her lips, the boy persists in his antics, âI didnât sign up to watch this lovesick fest, so at least give me some drama! Fight or something!â
âFight?â you ask rhetorically but his smile only widens along with his eyes.Â
âYeah, slap each other or something! God, do you guys ever fight?âÂ
âOkay, I donât know about you and Soyeon, but Jimin and I never fight,â you cross your arms and Jimin wraps an arm over your shoulder, gaze fixated on you with a sweet smile to cheer you on while Hoseok pretends to vomit to the side. âI guess we know which couple is breaking up on Mating Day.âÂ
The couple before you shifts uncomfortably in the lack of a quick rebuttal, particularly Soyeon, whose glance darts to the floor in shambles, and you begin to wonder if you had taken it too farâthat is, until Jung Hoseok opens his big mouth again.
âTch, not us,â he scoffs, the intense gaze of his challenges you to a silent duel of grit, âbecause at least weâre not acting all lovey-dovey out in the open. If anything, Iâm betting the teachers will split you up before tomorrow morning even arrivesââ Â
âand you snap.
âOh, thatâs some big talk, especially coming from you,â your hands would have been completely ready for a fight, as was Hoseok, judging by the twitch of his now furrowed brows accompanied by a death glare, but Jimin holds you back with his two arms hugging you back into the seat beside him.Â
âAlright, alright, calm down guys. Todayâs supposed to be one of the most important days of our lives, letâs not fight, yeah? Why are you two always fighting?â Jiminâs laugh elicits a pressing frown from you and your opponent. The peacemaker simply chuckles again and squishes your cheeks together with one hand, âand Y/N was just joking, right, baby? You didnât mean to take it that far, yeah?â
The one-sided duel persists as your arms are held tightly against your chest and Hoseok refuses to budge except for turning his attention elsewhereâanything but you.Â
âHm?â Jimin nudges you gently.Â
Begrudgingly, you admit to yourself Jimin was right. Attacking Hoseokâs family name was a low blow, but his well-calculated jabs at your future with Jimin made your blood boil. He knew the next two days would be a tremendously precarious time for you two, he knew how you felt about Jimin and your uncertainty, so why would he go out of his way to knock you off your feet during your lowest of lows? Especially when it was such a rarity for him to do so?Â
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âOh, I guess thatâs my turn. Gotta go!â you blurt, evidently relieved by an escape route as you grab your documents and jump to your feet. Just as you pivot on the balls of your feet, a firm hand swiftly whirls you back around until youâre met with a large, orange envelope.Â
âYou almost forgot this. Could you be any more clumsy?â Jimin hands you the file, head tilted to devote his sole attention at his girl above. His eyes glimmer and lips stretch into a cheeky grin, fully expecting a reward. Without missing a second, you blow him a kiss and he dramatically pretends to collapse to the floor, overwhelmed by your grace. Hoseok groans once again, surprisingly accompanied by Soyeonâs giggle, and you catch sight of Jimin shrugging as you turn your back on them. âSorry, Hosoek, but you know Iâm always on Y/Nâs side.âÂ
The sweet taste of victory manifests in the power of your strides, but alas, all good things must come to an end when you find your dirt-stained, gray shoes bumping into a mahogany podium. Gulping, you take a deep breath and force your eyes to meet those of whom could soon dictate your very futureâ
ââY/N!âÂ
A puff of air escapes the labyrinth of knots within your chest; because to your surprise, an old acquaintance sits before you amidst the waves of nostalgia that submerges you chest-deep.Â
âWhy if it isnâtââ the jovial color of her voice is abruptly replaced by a split second, perhaps because of the slight discomfort hidden beneath your subconscious or the restrictions of her current profession, ââY/N, itâs been so long since weâve last spoken, hasnât it?âÂ
You struggle to dedicate your wary gaze on a single subject before finally settling on the woman before you. From your lower angle, neck craning and lips ever-so-slightly quivering, itâs almost as if the clock had been reverted to ten years back. â...yeah, it has been.âÂ
âHow are your parents?â she asks while meddling with your files.Â
âTheyâre doing well,â you mentally scramble to fill the impending silence, âand how are you doing, Ms. Jung?â
âIâve beenâŠâ she pauses, intentionally keeping her hands preoccupied with the shuffling of files, â...alright.â
For being a direct relative of Hoseokâs, his mother is much more composed and you feel obligated to press further.Â
âAre you sure? You seem very tired, Ms. Jung. Is there something on your mind?âÂ
She takes a deep breath and sighs the heaviest of sighs. The mother is evidently troubled by an unspeakable matter for nights, weeks, months on end. Hair short, thin, and gray, the worn condition of her sleepless eyes are kept hidden as she persists in keeping them peeled to your files. âIâll be fine, darlingââ another sigh ââit might be difficult for you to understand at your age, but as big of a day this is for you children, itâs just as nerve-wracking for us parents, if not more.â
âAhââ a surge of guilt overcomes you for the remark you had made on Hoseokâs accursed family name ââno, I understand, Ms. Jung. I could only imagine how hard it must be to send your child off with someone who might very well be a stranger.âÂ
You catch the mother biting her tongue in a fruitful attempt to stop the words from flowing; on the contrary and to your disliking, your lips fail to seal the years of burden.Â
âI mean, we get married to someone we might not even know, then weâre expected to suddenly start a family of our own, and we donâtâactually, no oneâhas a say in what the future holds for us all because of this thing we call fate⊠sometimes I donât understand who, why, or how this system was even made. How does it help any of us?â
The mother redirects her attention from the paper and onto the child before her, clearly taken aback by their anxious state of mind, for she had never witnessed the child delve into adult matters.Â
Your vague silhouette reflects in her widened orbs and you begin to wonder: maybe, just maybe, somewhere hidden deep, buried and shunned, lies your greatest fears of tomorrow.Â
âWell, it wouldnât be a complete stranger,â the mother reassumes her spot in the committee. âYou children know every other child there is on this land. In the worst case scenario, which, mind you, could never possibly arise, your mate would be a classmate youâve exchanged glances with but never spoken to. Nothing a bit of conversation canât fix. If fate says itâs meant to be, then itâs meant to be.
You gulp the impending wail in the back of your throat and force yourself to look her directly in the eye, âand⊠how does fate know itâs meant to be? Why donât I, the bearer of my very own flesh and being, not have a say in my soulmate? I know who I love, I know who loves meââÂ
ââsh,â the woman harshly cuts you off, leaning forward to whisper a warning in the form of a matter of fact, âtrust the system.âÂ
At surface level, her eyes are devoid of empathy akin to the cold rules of the system, but the glimmers of her wavering gaze reminds you of the mother who fears for the future of her child. Powerless against the hands of destiny, you remain silent.Â
âIâm required by protocol to ask this of you,â the mother clears her throat as she gathers the piles of papers, âhave you engaged in any form of the following activities?â
Handholding?Â
âNo.âÂ
You deny having grazed the soft skin of his hand for the first time in the meadows, concealed by the golden tall grass, far and away from the intrusive eyes of others. The callus which had just begun developing on his palms as a helper of the harvesting season, the first sign of maturation, still burns vividly in your memories.Â
Skinship?
âNo.â
The radiance of the sun had never shone so brightly before; his hair glowed of light brown, nearly blond, the dewiness of his skin reflected the gift of God, and when he whirled around with his hands clenched firmly around yours and a smile plastered across his lipsâŠ? You had never believed in celestial beings, but if you had to on that very day, Jimin would have been the closest to an angel.Â
Relationships?
It takes you more than a second to respond, because how could someone ever deny the existence of feelings as fervent and real as this? Everything blazed of gold that day, his hair, his eyes, his smile, his very being, your heart, and youâre determined to protect them. This memory belonged to you and him only. No one could strip you of this right, not even destiny.Â
âNo.â
Ms. Jung watches you for an uncomfortable second of a pause before nodding her head. She proceeds to pour a string of melted red wax onto your envelope as a seal of approval until, suddenly yet calmly, she catches sight of her son striding across the room from the corner of her eyes. âHowâs Hoseok doing?â
âHoseok?â you almost choke at the mention of his name, a stark contrast to the composed mother across from you. âUh, I mean, heâs doing fine. I think. Yeah, heâs outscoring everyone in class if that says anything.â
âI know that, Iâm his mother,â she laughs. âWhat I donât know, however, is his life outside of home and work. His friends, hobbies, and⊠interests, things like that. You, Jimin, and Hoseok used to be so close. Where did all that time go? It's hard to believe you three are all grown up and ready to be wedded. Sometimes, I wish things couldâve stayed like that.âÂ
â...yeah,â you utter under your breath, âI wished so, too.â
The mother sighs in fondness over the decades that had flown by in the blink of an eye. âI remember when I was 18. Mating Day was all the girls ever fussed about back then. Weâd make bets on who ended up with who and some daredevils even vied to be paired with our crushes⊠is it still like that for you girls?â
âUm,â you pause, wondering if anything you say would be used against you before proceeding with caution, âI⊠donât think so. At least I donât.â
âReally?â she frowns. âWell, thatâs good. I would advise you all not to let your hopes get the best of you. Sometimes, things end up for the best even if it doesnât seem so at the forefront. I guess thatâs why they instilled this system in the first place. If humans canât find their soulmates, maybe magic is our only option. Perhaps marriages never worked out before our age.â
âYou think so?â
âWe could only make our best predictions all day and still end up with an indefinite answer,â her sighs come to an abrupt stop along with the shuffling of your papers, âand⊠do you know if HoseokâŠ?â
Oh, she must not be aware of Soyeon. Contrary to the tightly knit bond he had seemingly bore, Hoseok has refrained from introducing his one living parent to the lady of his future. Understandably, his motherâs spot in the Committee could play a role in his decision, but it still struck you as odd.
Three clients down the line, you manage to spot his head as he hands his own envelope to the staff before him. Peculiar that you had never noticed it until now, but from your angle, Hoseok appears much more capable of an individual than you had previously presumed. Perhaps itâs that taller stature and unwavering gaze of his, but he almost resembled a boy undergoing the coming of age.Â
The whole world has only just begun crashing down on you, a child still unfit for the harsh realities of the many years to come; but for Hoseok, that stern demeanor of his, determination ablaze in his orbs and shoulders ready to uphold the burdens of the future, bellows a silent warcry against any adversity who dares to pose a threat.Â
The boy presses on, eyes glued to the task before him, but something in you knows he was more than aware of your gaze. Truthfully, you don't mind his disregard for your statesâin fact, you would rather keep it this wayâbut how peculiar is it that a mere human being could hear the unspoken motives of another? If someone were to ask you how you could be so sure of his disregard, you would have no proof but an instinctive feeling backed by baseless confidence and an intangible connection.Â
Conclusively, you hate to admit it, but heâs undeniably more capable than any boy or girl under this roof.Â
âHeâll be okay, Ms. Jung,â your hands instinctively reach out for hers before you could stop yourself; nevertheless, the pressed upturn of your lips makes its best effort to comfort the mother of a childhood friend. âHeâll get through whatever life has in store for him. I promise.â
âAyâŠâ she drawls, retracting her hands to quickly wipe the premature waterworks from her cheeks, âwhat am I worrying about? Tomorrow will be a new beginning for you children, I couldnât be happier.â
âRight,â you force yourself to nod with a grin.
âHere are your files,â the mother returns the envelope over the counter. âThe initiation will begin at dawn, so be in bed and asleep by midnight. When you awaken, thatâs when the initiation officially begins. The terrain will resemble the village exactly, itâs like lucid dreaming. Instead of waking in your bedroom, however, your new location is decided by the system. The rules are as follows⊠One, you are free to roam. Two, violence is prohibited. Three, self harm is prohibited. Four, the first individual of the opposite sex you come across is officially your mate. Five, soulmates can not be traded or switched under any circumstances. Failure to participate and violations to any of the preceding rules will result in dire consequences. Any questions?â
How dire could the consequences be?Â
If it werenât for the stress of her words and the haunting cases of missing classmates over the years keeping your mouth shut, curiosity would have gotten the best of you today.Â
âNo, I understand. Do I need to sign anything?â
âNo, the system only requires an oral obligation for the accountability of your actions,â the mother takes a deep breath and draws out a heavy sigh. For the first time since that fateful day buried deep in your recollections, Ms. Jung looks you eye-to-eye with utmost sincerityâone adulterated by sorrow. âI wish you nothing but happiness for the future.â
âThank you, Ms. Jung.âÂ
Youâre only able to mumble your last words, for the buildup of tension drained you of vitality as you gather your belongings and make a strong, right turn toward the direction you came from. Quickly, you realize Hoseok had already finished checking in and gathered with Soyeon and Jimin from across the room. Soyeon keeps her head low, the platinum blond strands of hair providing curtains over her shifty eyes. On the other hand, the two boys watch intently as you approach them, one beaming with glee at the exuding confidence of his beloved and the other arching a brow at you in curiosity rather than concern.Â
âWhat took you so long?âÂ
âTch,â you click your tongue, âI take back everything positive I ever thought about you. I was talking to your mom, dumbass.â
âYou? Positive? About me?â he clarifies grotesquely. âGood, Iâd rather you take it back.â
âItâs fine by me no matter how long you take,â Jimin sing-songs, cheerfully embracing you and rocking you side to side but your eyes never ceases to shoot death glares at Hoseok. âAs long as I have my baby back!â
âWhy are you even here still?â you point at the boy accusedly.Â
âActually,â he wraps an arm around Soyeonâs shoulder and she nearly jumped in surprise. âI wanted you to bring Soyeon along with you to the graduation ceremony.â
âWait, why? I mean, I donât mind, but why doesnât she just go with you?â
Hoseok snorts, âare you dumb?â
Jimin hugs you even tighter and bursts into giggles when he notices you preparing to pounce at your enemy with fists raised, âwe still have to change into our caps and gowns, remember?âÂ
âSo what? Theyâre dating, they can change together!â
The reactions that follow greatly vary as Soyeonâs cheeks turn beet red, Jiminâs cackles increases in volume, and Hoseok only scoffs.Â
âAnd?â he crosses his arms, tilting his chin as if to point at Jimin. âHave you ever seen Jimin naked?âÂ
âWell, I mean, no,â you gape at his promiscuous remark. The smirk of victory plastered across his lips nearly gets your blood boiling as you huff in defeat and Jimin begins laughing so hard he has to nuzzle his head against your temple. âFine, you win. Soyeon would have a much better time with me anyways, right?âÂ
âHuh?â her eyes pop and she barely utters under her breath. â...I donât know.âÂ
This time, Hoseok joins Jimin in his fit of laughter and youâve finally had enough. With a punch to Jiminâs arm, you retract yourself from his embrace, âyou having fun laughing, huh?â
âI⊠I didnât mean it that way!â Soyeonâs clutch to your arm surprises you.Â
âItâs fine,â you grumble, finally managing to break free from Jiminâs bear hug. âCâmon, Soyeon, letâs go.â
âNooo, baby, Iâm sorry!â Jimin tries his best at apologizing, tumbling over his incessant giggles. He taps at his cheek like a puppy looking for a prize, âat least give me a kiss before you go, hm? Please?â
Instead of succumbing to his desperate albeit adorable pleas, you answer with the link of Soyeonâs arms and marching off into the distance toward the doors. While you were determined to storm off without a glance back over your shoulder, Soyeonâs muffled giggles piques your interest.Â
âNooo,â Jimin cries, hands dramatically reaching out toward you, âY/N! Donât leave me with him!âÂ
âHim? Itâs not like I want to be with you either,â Hoseok emphasizes, holding Jimin back and scolding, âquit it unless you want to get in trouble.â
âIâm sorry for being a bother⊠you really donât have to accompany me,â Soyeon says ever-so-softly. âItâs just that Iâve always spent my breaks with Hoseok and I donât really know any of our classmatesâŠâ
âOh, itâs totally fine. I spend most of my time with Jimin, too,â you assure her with a light tug at your left arm which linked with hers, âjust to set the record straight, Iâm at war with Hoseok, not you. Although, you could have pretended to side with me for just a secondââ
ââoh! Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to embarrass youâŠâ she dips her head along with her voice. âThe words just slipped before I knew itâŠâ
âItâs okay! I was just joking!â you laugh nervously at her sudden timidness. How does someone as gentle and pristine as Soyeon handle someone like the rash and blunt Hoseok? If Soyeon was the lamb taming the lion Hoseok, then what would you and Jimin resemble? Unbeknownst to you, it would be a question left unanswered for the endless years to come. âYou two do make a great couple, though.â
Itâs the first time you hear Soyeon laugh so gleefully and something in you just knows the next two days would surely be a first of many.Â
The next of firsts arrives much earlier than you had unexpected and unpleasantly so. Previously, you had the false presumption of having made acquaintances of your every classmate, but when you skim around the classroom and fail to identify the explicit reasoning behind an inkling of uneasiness, you begin to doubt yourself.Â
What were their names? What did they look like? Where did they sit?Â
The shroud of questions only elevates the discomfort of having all the answers on the tip of your tongue yet arriving to none.Â
Today marks the first time a classmate of yours fell victim to one of the many missing cases.Â
âWell,â a man clears his throat and the booming, gruff voice of his snaps you back to reality.Â
The stout homeroom teacher paces in front of the green chalkboard but your eyes remain peeled to the opposite side of the classroom, where you suspect your missing classmates must have had resided. On your immediate right, Hoseok shoots you a quick glimpse, brows furrowed for a split second before redirecting to the front of the classroom. Jimin, to the left of empty spots where two desks would have fit so perfectly, blows you a kiss along with a cheeky grin, crescent eyes beaming with a transient joy that warms your heart.Â
âToday will be your last day in this classroom. Some of you never paid attentionââ he directs a stern look at Jimin, who scrunches his shoulder and slumps into his chair in preparation for a disciplinary lecture that never comes ââsome of you slept through class and still passed with flying colorsââ this time itâs your turn to duck ââand some, well, one of you were the best model student I could have asked forââ Hoseok is shot with fourteen pairs of death glares but he remains neither content nor bothered âânonetheless, you all made it.â
Maybe itâs the monumental step youâre all about to take, or maybe itâs the tears welling up in the figure of admiration you all had held at some point along the past fifteen years, but the air remains deafeningly silent, as if in a vain attempt to hold back the impending sobs. Everyone knows one another in this classroom, their stupid habits, fleeting hobbies, fervent crushes, and so, for the last time ever, everyoneâs eyes remains on the graying elder pacing between the rows of desks.Â
âIâve had the pleasure of teaching you rascals, every single one of you. Iâve watched you all grow from the little kids that you were into the wonderful men and women you are today,â he removes his square-framed glasses to rub the waterworks off his cheeks and his words become incomprehensible by the chokes that ensue, âand I hope that when y-you⊠h-have children, youâll b-bring them to m-me, a-andââ
ââbooooo,â everyone stares at the boy who had hollered, taken aback for a split second before bursting into laughter; even Mr. Wang begins choking on his laughs intermixed with jovial sobs, and you can finally confirm your long-held suspicion Jay had his own silver linings as a troublemaker. The boyâs lopsided grin is accompanied by snickers, âhow long are you going to lecture us, Mr. Wang? I thought you said this would be our last!âÂ
âAlright, alright,â the teacher lets out one last chuckle before gesturing to the boy beside you, âwell, then, would you do the honors for the last time, student representative?â
The boy nods, pushing his seat back effortlessly and standing to his feet with one swift, confident sway. His gaze remains fixated neither on the teacher nor the classmates, rather, his laser-like attention devotes itself to a far more intangible phenomenon invisible to anyone but himâand it could have just been you or the entire class, but youâre incapable of looking away.Â
âEveryone, stand,â Hoseok orders and everyone obeys with a loud screeching of chairs. âReady and bow.â
In a fleeting moment of unity, the students bow in respect for the retirement of the past caretaker and in the face of the daunting future.Â
âThank you, Mr. Wang!â
âYou kids are really going to make me cry,â he shakes his head yet the grin sits proudly on his face, âyou are all officially dismissââ
âthe words just barely escape his lips when the class erupts into a roar. Classmates dart for the front of the class, pushing you along into the mass of students. Youâre forced to follow the lead of the swarm when, suddenly, the teacher is thrown into the air and brought out into the hallway, intentionally joining forces with the neighboring classrooms. Despite being squished, pushed, and pulled in a mob of barbaric students, you canât help but break out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter; and all the while, Jimin is the only one on your mind.Â
âJimin! Where are you?â you call out to him and turn gleefully when someone taps you on your left shoulder. To your surprise, you spot an unexpected face of a bellowing classmate; and amidst the chaotic confusion, a familiar pair of lips plants a firm kiss to your right cheek.Â
It goes without saying, your heart swells into an immediate mush and you canât help but laugh.
âRight here, princess,â Jimin links his arm around yours, nose wrinkling in the company of his cheeky grin. âI finally got my kiss.â
You shake your head, âbut I didnât kiss you.â
âNo, but I kissed you and thatâs even better,â he coos.Â
âThatâs not playing by the rules, though.âÂ
âNo? Then I guess you can punish me⊠with five more kisses!â
You can barely respond amidst your giggles, âhow is that a punishment?â
âYouâre right, what could possibly be better than my kisses?â he pouts, fluttering his eyelids to feign innocence.Â
Hastily scanning the hall for the peering eyes of teachers, all of whom are too preoccupied with being thrown into the air, you intertwine your fingers with his. âActually, you know, I am kind of disappointed that none of the teachers know about usâŠâ
âAw, baby, I would want the whooole world to know if I could,â Jimin sulks, âbut weâll have to wait until tomorrow, so five kisses for now would be easier!â
The corners of your lips stretch even wider and you could even feel your cheeks growing sorer by the second when you crane your neck back to avoid Jiminâs oncoming puckered lips.
ââhey Y/N, if that man doesnât stop disrespecting you,â the both of you glance wide-eyed at Jay, who follows along at the side of the swarming crowd. A sharp gasp inflates your lungs when the boy winks, clearly neglecting Jiminâs scowl, âyou know who to get. Match with me tomorrow?â
âWhat?!â Jiminâs shouts of fury are buried by the cheers of the crowd. Jay only shrugs nonchalantly, preparing for a sprint down the hall when Jimin raises his fists. âIâm not disrespecting my baby! She enjoys my kisses!â
âWhatever helps you sleep at nightââ
ââquit interrupting our banters!âÂ
...and just like that, the boys disappear into the distance, one giving chase and the other snickering tauntingly.Â
Shaking your head, you could only roll your eyes at what had just played out before you. The euphoric adoration for Jimin had been enough to numb the pain of being shuffled around mercilessly in the crowd, but it doesnât take long until your body comes to acknowledge its toll.Â
âAlright, quit it! Iâm out!â you try to maneuver your way out, yet to no oneâs surprise, the flashmob misconstrues your pleas as a cheer to fight on. Groaning as loudly as you could, you yell, âstop pushingââ
ââget out of the way if you canât handle it, then,â the familiar husk of a voice irks your ears when a firm pair of hands settles on your shoulders and moves you to the outside of the crowd. Peering up at the boy, you grimace at his backhanded gesture of an aid. Hoseok ignores your glare with a question, âdid you see Soyeon anywhere?â
âI donât know. Iâm in the same class as you, dumbass.âÂ
âWhoa, okay, calm down tiger, just asking,â Hoseok throws his hands up in defeat.Â
In the midst of rolling your eyes, you spot Jimin at the opposite end of the hall. Completely devoted to showing Jay a piece of his mind, Jimin proceeds to slap the boy, who ducks from his attacks, along with several jabs to his bottom with a knee. Eyes diverting to the more proximal boy whom you could catch staring at you from your peripheral vision, you quirk a brow at Hoseokâs snide, lopsided grin.Â
âWhat?â
âNothing,â an impertinent chortle follows, âIâm just trying to stop myself from puking after witnessing just how smitten you are.â
âI swear, youâre going to be the death of me someday,â you raise a threatening hand but Hoseokâs gaze remains fixated on you, hands buried in his pockets, and stance unbudged.Â
You hadnât noticed until now, when that devilish smirk of his gradually shifts to a genuine symbol of bliss more resembling to the childhood friend you had once known, you finally realize the fortunate spot you had taken amidst the crowd. While you suffer little to no impact, Hoseok's widened stance jostled, arms constantly bumped into and legs nearly tripped under the endless stream of incoming passersby.Â
"Yeah?" he arches a brow. "You look awfully happy to me right now."
"Of course," you quickly add, "because of Jimin."
"Why?" his smile grows wider. "Because after today you'll finally be allowed to kiss your boyfriend in public?"Â
The sheepish chortle that slips from your lips is enough of an answer.
"Well," Hoseok chuckles, the burning gaze of his still fixated on you, "I'm glad at least one of us is happy."
"What?" you frown. "Are you not?"
The boy refrains from answering, or perhaps he did, for he simply presses a thin, small upturn of a smile at you and takes a step to the side. Your body nearly collapses to the floor when several students forcefully weave their way in between the two of you.Â
There it is, again, your sheer, utter confidence of his indifference toward the look of concern plastered all over your face as he redirects his attention to the teachers being flying into the air; but before you could inquire any further, an arm links with your right elbow and tugs you to the back and away from the crowd.Â
"Jimin?"
"C'mon," he has to cup a hand over your ears, lips grazing against your burning red ears. "I have something to show you."
"Wait, but our celebrationâ"
"Would you rather waste your time in this chaos or spend your time alone with me?"Â
The beat of a heart is all it takes for you to squeeze his hand in agreement and his to squeeze yours.
"Ahh, how lucky am I to have someone as cute as you," he gushes and you can't help the rush of blood that rushes to your cheeks, "I always knew we were meant to be."
The words didn't need to be said, for your silence is enough of a declaration to the universe.Â
I did too.
âŠand so, the Prince whisks you away into a land only fathomable in the reminiscence of a dream.
At a brief, magical fragment in time, when the cheers fade into the distance of the past and the hollers become a facade of the present as they remain ringing in your ears, golden hour strikes.
You could tell from the way the Sun screams into the skiesâloud, red, ethereal.Â
You could tell from the way the meadow is set ablaze into a treasure chest of gold.Â
You could tell from the way the zephyrs brushes gently past two pairs of shoulders and trails along the field akin to the blue waves in the aftermath of a calamity.Â
You could tell from the way he breaths, slow, soft, and cautious to prolong the delicacy of this moment in time, from the way he keeps his gaze fixated on one too abashed to reciprocate, in fondness and complete awe, from the way neither of you spoke yet proclamations of affection deafen the gray silence.Â
This undeniable connection could never be put into words.Â
âI guess this is our last time in the school yard, huh?â you speak, finally mustering the courage to meet his tender gaze. The smile dancing on those pressed lips of his only widens in response. âYou know, weâve watched the sun set here together so many times, but I donât think itâs ever looked this beautiful.â
âMmâŠâ Jimin hums. âMaybe the sun is celebrating with us today?â
âCelebrating?â
âYeahââ he lets in a small gasp and points to your left ââwhatâs going on over there?!â
âWhat?â your neck turns so abruptly that you could almost feel a strain coming on. âWhatâs going on?â
In a magical spur of the moment, a gust of wind passes by as it rustles the meadow and trees beneath its wing span. The breeze serves as a perfect cover-up for the boy who lets out a muffled huff while the wooden bench dips and his foot stomps to stir the dirt beneath.Â
âJimin, I literally donât see anything,â you squint one last time off into the distance of the empty meadow before whirling back around only to stumble upon another one of his antics.
There, sitting still and basking in the warmth of the sun flooring upon his cheeks and yours, Jimin grins cheekily with a bouquet of white flowers.Â
ââtada!â he sings, handing you the arrangement. âCongratulations, Y/N.âÂ
âWhaâbut for what?â you hold the flowers close to your chest, still agape by the surprise.Â
âFor graduating.â
âBut you graduated, tooâŠ?â
â...and for your birthday,â he continues.Â
âMy⊠birthdayâŠâ you narrow your eyes at him, âis next week⊠did you already forget?âÂ
âI know, I know,â Jimin laughs, smile wider than ever until he settles into the whispers of the ephemeral breeze. He watches you tenderly. âHow would I ever forget my babyâs birthday?âÂ
You struggle to speak as he pinches your cheeks, âthen why are you handing me this now?â
âMmâŠâ the grin remains even as he presses his lips, eyes gazing off to the skies before returning to you, âbecause this is more romantic and now youâre ruining it!âÂ
âAhâŠâ
âWhat? You donât want it? Fine, I like flowers too, you know,â Jimin attempts to retract the flowers from you in a fit of laughter but your bear hug to his arm prevents him from doing so.Â
âNope, too late, theyâre mine,â your head rests comfortably in the crook of his neck, âand just so you know, I donât need presents anymore. Youâre the best one I could ever ask for.â The boy only chuckles softly, head turning to place a firm kiss to your head. His hand weaves through your locks of hair as he patted the back of your head gently before wrapping an arm over your shoulder to pull you in tighter. âHey, do you remember the first time you ever gave me a flower? And I say a flower because it was literally one flower.â
Jimin erupts into cackles and you smile just knowing the sheepish look on his face right now as he throws his head back in embarrassment. âYou mean the first time I ever broke the law and stole something from work just to officially ask you out four years ago?âÂ
âYep,â you join him in his laughter, âdidnât we meet back here, too?â
âMhm.â
âWould you count that as our first date, then?â you ponder.
âMaybe,â he pauses and chortles, âbut I like to think that Hoseok was just third-wheeling on our dates before high school.â
A transient set of laughter ensues before the two of you bask in the silence, vicariously reminiscing over the memories of the other.Â
It had never been easier to leap through time.
âSo this is it, huh? Our last day together as students.â
âSoon weâll be married and having kids of our own,â he turns to place another kiss to your forehead.Â
âDo you⊠feel like youâre ready?âÂ
âWell, we just finished school and now weâre suddenly expected to become full-fledged adults, not to mention parents. Itâs a bit overwhelming,â he sighs but you could feel the rise of his cheeks pressed against your head as he smiles, âbut Iâm ready for anything as long as Iâm with you.â
âOh, whatâs this? Jimin is actually being serious for once? As much as I enjoyed it, I have to say you were awfully needy today.â
His nose scrunches at your teases when a mischievous grin replaces his discontent.Â
âThen can I have my kiss now?â
âYou already have! At least three times by now,â you stress.
âAy,â Jimin bashfully laughs with eyes fixated on your lips longingly, âyou know what I mean!âÂ
An innate reflex of self mechanism brings your hands to your prized possession but the flush of beet red on your cheeks gives you away. âYou can tomorrow.âÂ
His laughs become a homogeneous mix of nerves and frustration, âwhy tomorrow? I want to kiss you nooow.â
Why tomorrow? Heâs right. Why tomorrow and does it have anything to do with the burning anxiety that gnaws at your chest, constricting your airway and highlighting the fear of this very momentâs transience in that when you awaken tomorrow morning, he could and would no longer remain by your side?
Hastily, you nuzzle your head into his shoulder once again in a fruitless attempt to mask your greatest nightmares. You point to the tall, sturdy oak tree that had aged like fine wine throughout your childhood years, âthink about it, weâll meet out there in the fields where we first met, where we fell in love for the first time, and weâll meet out there again in our dreams, have our first kiss, and start our future together all under the very same tree.â
His silence has your heart dangling at the edge of a cliff and you lift your head to find him gazing off into fields, perhaps sulking or reminiscing but most definitely riddled with deep thoughts.Â
âYeah, Jimin?â you gently shake his arm. âLetâs meet over there tonight. It doesnât matter where and when we start initiation. We can wait for each other. Yeah?â
âBut we donât need to do that.â the corner of his lips curve ever-so-slightly as he finally gives you a soft smile. âThe system functions on the basis of soulmates. Who could be a better match than us two?â
âI know, but⊠but what if it doesnât work?â
âItâs always worked, Y/N. How has our village survived and repopulated for all these years?â
âI know,â you emphasize, brows furrowing at the orchestration of pain hammering against your chest with each beat. âI know, Jimin, but does the system really always work? I meanââ you scramble to gather the thoughts that stings within your bloodstream ââdid you not notice how two of our classmates are missing? Itâs terrible, I canât even remember their names but I could have sworn I knew them, and even if I donât know who they were, the memories of when we talked and when we laughed, theyâre all gone and no one seems to notice!â
âY/NâŠ?â Jimin lets out a nervous laugh. âWhatâre you going on aboutâŠ?â
âYou donât remember, do you?â The myriad of incessant, sleepless nights come crashing down on you all at once. âThe missing numbers in our village, the abandoned houses made out to be new infrastructure, no one questions it and Iâm starting to wonder if I really am going crazyââ
ââY/N,â his apathetic tone adorns the stoic look on his face and he meets the wavering gaze of yours straight on, âI donât know whatâs been going on recently, but it will be okay. It will work. Questioning things is useless, itâll just bring you more stress. Try not to worry for me, even if someday for whatever reason Iâm not there to remind you to, please donât ever carry the burden all by yourself okay?âÂ
 âFine, but just,â you struggle to take a calm, deep breath of air amidst the wavering waves that escapes, âjust promise me this once, okay Jimin?â
âItâll be okââ
ââJimin!âÂ
The both of you are taken aback by your cry and youâre riddled with regret at the sight of unforgivable guilt plastered on his now softened features.Â
âOkay,â he utters under his breath, squeezing your hand, âI promise.â
Are you truly descending into madness? Or is this a momentary shock from the overwhelming fear of the unknown? The mysteries of the village and the horrid consequences of the system could have been conjured from the nightmares amassed throughout the months leading up to tonight, but lit in the darkness of uncertainty, the warmth of Jiminâs hands, beckoning for you to come forth, is enough of a reason to forget, even if just momentarily.Â
âPlus,â Jimin breaks the stillness of the air with a chuckle, âthe only person we should be worrying about is Hoseok.âÂ
âOhââ the thought had completely been overlooked ââyouâre right. If the system truly works, then why is it that the Jungâs always have the worst luck of the draw?âÂ
âI⊠donât know. There isnât anything we can do about it and Iâve always hated how Iâd spend hours and hours just wondering what I could do, but I donât know.âÂ
The sun draws its color from the skies with it, leaving traces of its wake along the impending night soon to befall upon it, and all you could do was watch.
âItâs scary,â you hug Jiminâs arms closer to your chest and he glances at you in utter awe, âto be a mere child and have everyone warning you about who you meet and who you play with and how you could very well meet the catalyst of your own death simply because of the blood youâre born with.â
âAww, is my baby actually concerned for Hoseok?â Jimin cackles at your scowl. âWell, everyone knows about the curse of being married into the Jungs, but that doesnât seem to stop girls from fawning over him, does it? He is smart after all⊠and tallâŠâ
âWhat,â this time itâs your turn to tease, âare you jealous?â
âNope!â he nuzzles his head against yours. âI donât care how many girls like me because I only have eyes for you.â
âRight, right,â your laughs are whisked away by a breeze. âWho knows? Maybe Hoseok might even end up with Soyeon. I hate to admit it, but theyâre a pretty good match. I can tell she really loves him. I donât know about Soyeon, but she must be his soulmate. Hah, wouldnât he just love that?âÂ
âYou think so? I have a feeling heâll be okay,â Jimin hums passively but when you glimpse at him, his eyes scream âI will save you.âÂ
A pause ensues.
âYou know, as much as I dislike that boy and regardless of how long itâs been since we hung out six years ago, heâs still our friend. To be honest, a part of me doesnât want tomorrow to ever come. Things are perfect the way they are now. Weâre together and Hoseok is fine and happy with Soyeon. I feel bad for using his name against him today.â
âItâs okay, Y/N. We all make mistakes. Iâm sure he wonât hold it against you. I donât know how but weâll save him if it ever comes down to it, right, Y/N?â he smiles softly when you nod timidly. âMost importantly, donât be scared of tomorrow. Weâll get through whatever life throws at us together, okay?â  Â
âOkay.âÂ
âSoâŠâ Jimin utters under his breath, low, raspy, nearly inaudible, but you could sense the oncoming cheekiness of his. âCan I kiss you now?â
âI said tomorrow!â
Your attempts to avoid his watchful gaze prove to be in vain when heat flushes your skin and you catch Jimin grinning in amusement from the corner of your eyes.Â
Heartstrings are tuggedâplucked, evenâas he leans in to place his lips against your right cheek. He waits, prolonging the momentary freeze in time, before finally pulling away and squeezing your hand.Â
âCome on, letâs go. Itâs getting dark now.â
Despite his beckoning, the boy allows you to take the lead home. Your hand remains snug in his, guiding him forward with small, reluctant strides until he finally comes to a stop. The world spins as youâre whirled around by a tug at the hand and you find yourself stranded in the middle of a field in the arms of your love.Â
âJimin?â
Your words fall upon deaf ears, for the stern, intent look of his eyes that stirs your beating chest and the butterflies in your stomach.Â
âCan I kiss you?â Â
His hands trail up your arms, grazing your skin along the way, until they cup each of your cheeks. Gradually, ever so slowly, he approaches, watching your every motion. He held you, firmly yet gently, and you just know he could see through your every emotion, from the electricity that runs to your extremities to the flip of your heart that waits in anticipation with each inch of his encroachment; for just before your eyes flutter closed, you spot the curve dancing in the corner of his lips.Â
Finally, he closes the remaining distance.
Time comes to a halt.
His flesh is soft, warm, and dewy against yours. He caresses you softly, as if fearful of breaking his most prized delicacy in his very own hands.Â
Tender and with love, you share your last firsts of today; but when you pull away, his hands stop yours from leaving the nape of his neck.
âAgain.â
...and again, and again.
Having completed its grand finale, the sun sets and reluctantly so.
The magnitude of the challenge that comes with tonight finally dawns upon you.Â
You could still feel the reminiscence of his touch on your lips as you lay on your bed, too stirred to fall asleep. Staring at the ceiling above, you shut your eyes and bask in the rarity of complete silence within your now empty household.Â
You have two options. One, you knock yourself out into sleep now and get this initiation over with. Two, you sneak out of the house, risk being caught, possibly miss the start of initiation, and tire yourself out into sleep.
As with every Mating Day, every parent should be gathered in the headquarters of the village where you had checked in earlier today, so you figured no one should be roaming outside. Even if there were to be unexpected spectators, stealth came second to your innate senses, for you had snuck out to meet Jimin in his house or the schoolyard countless times before.Â
In reality, there isnât anything but answers that could halt these restless thoughts of yours. Jiminâs adamant trust in the system, his reluctance to meet with you, and the missing classmates that had gone under the radar strike you with concern on the most important of nights. You needed assurance from another perspective; and so, you find yourself creeping along the plain fields, the absence of tall grass keeping you completely out in the open where, fortunately, only the moon bore witness to your rendezvous.
âWhatâre you doing?â
The sound of his voice incites goosebumps on your arms along with the chilly, still air of the night.
âWhat took you so long? Iâm freezing out here,â you glare at the boy who stands at his doorside; the moonlight illuminates the thick locks of his chestnut locks, fresh out of a shower, and you catch a golden reflection of light glowing from somewhere within his house.
âWho told you to come here?â Hoseok scoffs. âNever mind freezing, what if youâre caught sneaking around with that dumb stance of yours?âÂ
It takes you a long second to realize what he was referring to. Straightening your back and dropping your hands to your side, you cough in a failed attempt to clear the air.Â
âAnd what about you? Youâre not supposed to be opening doors for strangers, for anyone, actually, tonight.âÂ
Hoseok quirks a brow at your rebuttal, chuckling lowly and adorning a lopsided curve of the lips. âFine, you win. Come in before anyone catches you and youâre really left for dead.âÂ
âWow, are you really that freaked out by tonight because the Hoseok I know would never give up so easily.â The boy only shrugs mischievously, stepping aside as you step foot into his household. âWelp, fine by meââ
âbut your words are cut short when wind is knocked from your lungs and you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, whirling and pushing you around against the closed door. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself in a familiar household of your childhood with an unfamiliar boy hovering above you with darkened eyes.Â
âAnd youâre not supposed to be entering strangerâs houses tonight, huh? What do you think about that, Y/N?â he cocks his head.Â
âYouâre,â you huff, struggling to hold your breath in the proximity of his face to yours, âyouâre not a stranger.â
âOh but I am.â
âWe might have stopped talking a long time agoââ the way you stumble nervously over your own words reminds you of just how long itâs been since you had been alone with Hoseok ââbut I still know you. Itâs not like youâre a stranger all of a sudden.â
âYeah?â he raises a brow, finally dropping the hand that had hovered over you next to where he pinned you onto the wall. He takes a step back, crosses his arms against his chest, and cocks his head to the right. Following his gesture, your sights land on two flowers perched on a shelf, one with gilded petals that reflect the golden glow of the display lights and another with similar petals that seem to have just begun withering. âWhatâre those called then?â
âWhat does that have anything to do with this?â you frown when he remains unbudged, waiting for your answer. âUh⊠I havenât seen anything like that in our textbooks.â
âThen you donât know me,â he leans against the back of a couch in the living room, âand I thought you were ranked second in our school.âÂ
âItâs a flower in your living room,â you groan when he refuses to see any insight to your argument. âAlright, whatâs it called then, Student Representative?âÂ
âA dandelion.â
âA what?â
âA dandelion,â he chortles, eyes diverting to the display as it glows a vibrant gold. âSome people call it a Lionâs Tooth because of its petals, but when it wilts into a white puff of seeds, something as weak as even the breeze can destroy it like the lion it never was. Pretty neat, huh?â
âNerd,â you scoff. âPlus, doesnât the wind disperse the seeds so it can repopulate in other areas?â
âNerd,â he mocks, returning his attention to you with a crooked grin. âSo? Whyâre you desperate enough to spend time alone with me and not Jimin?â
âIs your mom home?â
âWould I have let you in if she was?â Hoseok deadpans. âSheâs not exempt from the rules. Sheâs at headquarters with the rest of the parents.â
âGood, because I have something⊠serious to ask you about.â
Hoseok raises both brows inquisitively, seemingly taken aback by someone whom had never sought aid from him before. âAll ears.â
âDid you happen toâŠâ you beat around the bush in consideration for the promise you made with Jimin.
âWould you spit it out alreadyââ
ââdid you happen to notice two of our classmates missing today?â
Eyes shut and heart pounding, Hoseokâs silence is deafening.Â
â...three.â
âHuh?â your eyes snap open and you find him looking off to the side.
âThree rows of desks,â he continues, the stoic gaze of his meeting yours, ânone of them were missing. In other words, no.â
Ironically, the sunken weight in chest tells you something in his observation had disappointed you; but what do you have to be disappointed over? Jimin was right, you had nothing to worry about. The excessive stress is starting to get the best of you through these imaginary classmates of yours.Â
âOh, hahaâŠâ you force a nervous laughter, scratching your neck in the loss of a purpose. âI guess I really am going crazy thenâŠâ
Hoseok only watches you, arms crossed and gaze hardened, each one of you wondering just what was going on in the mind of the other.
âDid you come here just to ask me that?â Hoseok finally breaks the silence. âWhy didnât you ask Jimin?â
Should you tell him about the conversation? Would it be odd to confide in a long lost friend over your love conundrums? Instead of answering, you cross arms in defense.Â
âWhat? Is this your first fight with him?â he muses, standing upright and pulling the gray hood of his outerwear over his head. You could only watch in bewilderment of his accurate prediction as he walks past you and out the door. Following in his footsteps, you shut the door behind you. âCâmon, itâs getting late. Iâll walk you home.âÂ
âWhat?â you profusely shake your head. âItâs fine. I can walk myself home. Go get some sleep.â
âLook, Iâm not doing this because I want to, but Iâm not an asshole and I donât want to hear Jimin yelling at me if anything were to happen to you,â he beckons again, tilting his head in the direction of your home and burying his hands in his pockets. âCâmon.â
The walk home seems to take much longer than your way on up here now that the reality of the surreal moment had settled in. You had just visited the house of a childhood friend now coined acquaintance, and now youâre walking home with said boy without a single subject that tied the two of you together other than the past.Â
âSoâŠâ your breathâs penmanship manifests in puffs of white amidst the night air. âHow did you know it was me?â Hoseok turns his head to quirk a brow at you. âI mean, I know youâre not dumb enough to open the door for just anyone tonight, especially⊠not you.âÂ
Hoseok stares at you long enough for you to become self-conscious, obviously contemplating on the omission of truth. âI could always tell it was you whenever you knocked.âÂ
Eyes widening, the implications of his answer dawns upon you as his hands lift toward the sky and his raised forefinger casts a shadow onto the grass. His moonlit tan, honey-like skin and glimmering orbs are a near carbon copy to the friend you once knew.Â
âWe have maybe an hour or two left until initiation begins. Whatâre you gonna do if you miss it? You scared?â Hoseok teases fall short when he glances over at you to find an apathetic look on your face. âWhoa, I was just joking. You think I can actually tell time like thisââ
ââHoseok, are you scared?âÂ
âThatâs not even a good comebackââ
ââno, I mean,â you blurt, âI donât know if Soyeon or anyoneâs ever checked on you, but given your family name, are you scared?âÂ
Hoseok stares at you, lips fallen slightly agape and expression too hard to read for a mere acquaintance like you.Â
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have asked that. Please just ignoreââ
ââsure I am,â he answers and you could no longer feel the subsequent rapid heartbeats that follow. âIâd be lying if I said I wasn't. Wanna know a secret?â The boy continues despite the lack of an answer. âIâve spent every single night for the past couple of years theorizing and compiling a list of all the possible outcomes of tonight.âÂ
â...and?â
âI think Iâve narrowed it down to who it might be.â
The boyâs gaze remains fixated on you, perhaps out of curiosity, amusement, or even concern over your lack of a response. The truth is, you werenât sure how to comfort him if that time were to come.Â
âWho it might beâŠ?â
âYou know. Of all people, you and Jimin must know,â he muses. âMy accursed mate.âÂ
âOh,â you dip your head low, hoping to conceal the windows to your soul, âIâm sure thatâs just a myth, Hoseok. The system works, doesnât it? Youâll be fine. Youâll probably end up with Soyeon anyways. You guys really compliment each other.âÂ
âYeah?â he stops abruptly in his path and you do the same. âYou think sheâs my soulmate?â
âAnd you donât?âÂ
Hoseok lets out a soft chuckle, âI could only hope.â
Iâll save you. Jimin and I will save you.Â
The thoughts could never find its way out of the labyrinth of your mind.Â
âAlright, Iâd rather have you screaming profanities at me again than watch you stare at me with pity.â
âUm,â you pause, âI feel bad for whoever ends up with you to be honest.âÂ
The boy erupts into cackles, one that hasnât seen the light of day in yearsâor at least to you.Â
âYeah, I hope I donât end up with her either,â he muses, pacing a few steps back away from the front doorsteps of your home. He calls out from afar, âanyways, go get some rest and live your happily ever after with Jimin. Thanks for the concern, but Iâll figure things out on my own.â
âAre you sureâŠâ you say weakly.
âYeah,â he murmurs, âI always have.âÂ
With one last soft smile, he makes a run for home, far off into the inconspicuous distance.Â
The long-awaited night comes to an all-time proximity when, out of the blue, a thundering clatter to your window rattles you awake. The night must have been aging, for the room is pitch-black and the village is left in utter silence as people drifted off to sleep.Â
Nothing should have been outside your house.
Moonlight seeping through the slit of your curtains, you rub your dreary eyes and climb off your bed to wearily draw open your curtainsâ
ââY/N! I know youâre in there!âÂ
âWhatââ your fury grows with each second as you pull open the curtains and step out into the balcony, glaring at the boy on the first floor of your yard, ââwhat the fuck are you doing here, Jay?!â
âI told you⊠Iâd come,â his words are slurred and you surmise the involvement of alcohol, a forbidden substance for those underage, to be a main catalyst for his summoning, âwaltzing in⊠for you if Jimin doesnât...âÂ
âGo home, Jay. You disgusting animal,â you hiss. âIf you stay here any longer, youâre gonna get caught and you might even miss initiation!âÂ
âCâmon,â he beckons and begins climbing the vines along the walls of your house before falling multiple times in his drunken state. âWe can start initiation togeââ
ââJay, for the last time,â your eyes pop open and you begin to wonder whether you were truly dreaming when you spot Jimin grabbing Jay at his air and pulling him to the floor. âIâm going to beat your ass dead if you donât fucking go.â
Jay attempts several sloppy punches that land in thin air and you nearly grimace at the wheezes of air forcibly knocked out of his windpipes.Â
âTch, go!â Jimin points to the direction opposite of your house. âNow!âÂ
Leaving the boy on the ground, heaving for air, Jimin swiftly climbs up the familiar vines, grabbing your hand and leaping into your balcony. The neglect for rest seems to take its toll on the boyâs body when his knees buckle on his landing, sending the both of you tumbling to the floor. In mid-flight, however, Jimin somehow manages to break the fall, for you find yourself on his chest instead of the hard concrete.Â
âJimin,â your eyes widen at the boy who only grins cheekily at you, âam I dreaming? Why are you here?âÂ
âReal question is, why is that guy here?âÂ
Having forgotten the fallen boy, the two of you hastily stumble to your feet and peer over the balcony.Â
Empty.Â
Except for traces of blood that marks the floor, no one is in sight.Â
âWhereâd... whereâd he go?â you shudder in the cold wrath of the night and the tingles that run in your adrenaline-driven blood. âHe just⊠he just disappearedââ
ââY/N, look over there!â Jimin hisses under his breath.
Following the direction of his pointed finger, you squint hard enough to spot a familiar figure walking off in the distance. A petrifying chill runs down your spine.
âWhatâs Ms. Jung doing out here?âÂ
The next thing you know, Jimin clutches your hand and shoves the both of you into your house, quickly turning around to slam the balcony door shut and locked.Â
âWhatâs she doing out there?â you repeat. âPatrolling? Did she catch Jay? What happened to him?âÂ
âI-I donât know, Y/N,â he walks you to your bed, gently seating the both of you against your bed frame.Â
âShould we report to her what just happened? Does she know? Are we going to miss initiationââ
ââsh, Y/N, shh,â his cupped hands thaw the ice of your cheeks. âIâm sure Ms. Jung has it all handled. Sheâs probably patrolling to make sure things like this doesnât happen. What matters is that weâre safe and we have enough time to start initiation, alright?âÂ
âR-rightâŠâ you follow Jiminâs lead and take numerous deep breaths. With his hand in yours and your arm wrapped around his, you lay your head on the crook of his neck. Itâs difficult to resume a normal pace of breathing, even in the comforts of his embrace, but you had no choice but to shove matters into the back of your mind. In the wake of Mating Day, time constraints force you to delay matters into tomorrowâs hands. âWait, whatâre you doing here, Jimin? How did you know to come?âÂ
âI didnât,â he squeezes your hand. âI felt bad for the way things happened earlier today. I just wanted to be with you tonight and happened to stumble upon Jay⊠I tried to stop him from coming here but I didnât know how rough I had to be until I saw him toss a rock at your window...â
âOh,â you mutter and force your eyes shut, hugging the boy even closer to your chest. âWell, I guess it was meant to be. Thank you⊠for always being there for me.âÂ
âYeah, Iâll always be there for you,â his words are muffled as he kisses your head, âsoon enough, weâll be marrying and starting a family in a house of our own and I can be there for you as many infinite times you want.â
âOkay,â you grin, âthat sounds good.âÂ
âBut before we can do that,â he gives you one last kiss, âwe should get some sleep.âÂ
This would be the final silence of the night before Mating Dayâlong, formidable, and ear-splitting. With so many words left unspoken, the both of you know that eventually, somehow, and painstakingly so, you would be able to find comfort in the confinement of the other, notwithstanding the difficulty of recovery; and so, eventually, youâre able to mentally sigh in relief when drowsiness dawns upon you.Â
âHey, Y/N?â Jiminâs gruff indicates to you that the both of you would be entering dreamland soon enough, together.Â
âHm?â
âI love you.â
âMm,â you hum with a smile.
âI love you.â
âMhm.âÂ
âIâll always love you.â Â
âOkay,â you hold him even tighter, âand Iâll always love you.â
Daylight breaks sooner than expected, for your eyelids squint even tighter shut in the wake of the sunâs blinding rays. As your senses awaken along with your body, you gradually become conscious of your unusual surroundings. Your fingertips plant into a pool of warmth rubbles akin to dirt and your skin from head to toe basks in the kiss of the sun. You could smell the earthy scent of the meadow intermixed with freshly watered plants and you could hear the soft rustling of the wind against the tall grass.Â
You could identify this place anywhere, even in your sleep.
This must be the start of initiation.
Smiling to yourself, you stumble to your feet as blood rushes to your feet and you flutter your eyes open to the familiar schoolyard.
With the exception of the excessive beams of the sun, everything is exactly the same as you had memorized it in reality.
There isnât anything to be scared of.
Your next step is to find the tree, which, if you were correct, should be right behind you; and, as if in sole happenstance or the works of fate, you have an inkling of the beholder to your promise standing, waiting for your turnaround.Â
A euphoric rush of relief and bliss in knowing that it was meant to be all along, you whirl around and call out to your heartâs content.
âJiminââ
âbut your heart stops just as abruptly as your beckoning and as cutthroat as the wails knotted in your throat; because off in the distance, the silhouette of your mate is a stark contrast to your one and only.
Chestnut hair tousled by the breeze, eyes heavy-lidded by the daunting future neither of you desired, and a prim demeanor resting on his lips, you finalize reach an epiphany.
You had been his curse all along.
#bts x reader#bts smut#bts angst#bts fluff#bts x you#jimin smut#jimin angst#jimin fluff#hoseok smut#hoseok angst#hoseok fluff#jhope smut#jhope angst#jhope fluff#jimin x reader#jimin x you#hoseok x reader#hoseok x you#jhope x reader#jhope x you#scriptaed
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Guns and Blankets
A/n: not requested but I have been doing too many Stray Kids posts lately holy crap this got long. yes it is heavily inspired by BBC sherlock
ASKS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Member: Jung Hoseok ft. BTS
WARNINGS: Mild violence, swearing, partial smut?, smoking (don't do it kids), alcohol
Summary: Y/n L/n is the world's closest thing to Sherlock Holmes. Her intellect was unparalleled by anyone, but her snide and sarcastic remarks and attitude kept her from joining the force. However, Chief of Police Kim Namjoon can't help but enlist the services of the consulting detective. To the outside, Y/n may seem cold, calculating, and emotionless, but her partner ( Dr.Jung Hoseok) sees a different side of her.
Genre: nonidol!au, detective!au, police!au, sherlockholmes!au, mystery, comedy, angst
I paced the floor of my dark apartment, mind running. "Is your goal to create a dent, because you are doing mighty good work." I scoffed at my partner who sat in the armchair reading the paper.
"I'm waiting. I thought domestic people like you understood that concept." The young man with dark hair chuckled as he watched me burn a hole through my wood floor. My head shot towards the window at the sound of a car pulling up. "Finally, Kim shows up with something to do!"
"A nice murder. That always cheers you up, love."
I could hear the grin in Hoseok's words. "Oh shut up! You love it as much as I do, Mr. Military Doctor." I couldn't kept the smile from breaking onto my face no matter how hard I tried. "Y/n!" The familiar voice of Chief Inspector Kim Namjoon came up the stairs to my apartment.
"What is it this time, Kim?" He stopped in the doorway, out of breath. "Body? Kidnapping? Attempted political assassination? All very fun." He shook his head and started to pull his phone out of his pocket. "No. This was sent to me twenty minutes ago." He showed me a picture of a shabby empty room, but something was ominous and familiar about it.
"I know this room. Where do I know this room." Hoseok came behind me to look over my shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by my cellphone ringing on the table.
Handing Hoseok the phone I went to pick up mine. "Y/n L/n speaking." There was silence on the other end. The two men spoke in hushed tones conversing about the photo. "Hello?" The line was live and my ears picked up the slightest sound of breathing on the other side. "You're wasting my very valuable time by-"
"Y/n."
"Yes, Hoseok. What is it?"
"The room. Isn't it the apartment downstairs?"
Hanging up the phone I looked again at the photo. Without a word, I took off down the stairs yelling for out landlady, Mrs. Yang. Grabbing the keys from her painted nails I rushed to the door and opened it, Kim and Hoseok hot on my heels. I froze when my eyes landed on the center of the room.
"What? What is it?" A pair of women's trainers lay side by side in the exact center of the room. Dusty light came through the old windows illuminating the area.
"Well that's not creepy."
The second I took a step forward my phone rang once again, breaking the heavy silence. Gingerly, I pulled out the device and put it on speaker. "Hello." I said quietly still examining the shoes from afar.
Heavy,shaky breathing filled the room before a women's voice spoke. "H-hello...s-se-sexy..." In my peripherals I saw Hoseok move to my right near the wall.
"Who is this-"
"I....s-sent you a...li-little p-puzzle.....Just to say...h-hi."
"Whose talking? Why are you crying?"
Kim's eyes moved between me and the shoes. My mind was reeling with the new information being shown to me.
"I'm n-not crying...I'm t-typing...and this stupid...b-bitch is reading my w-words."
My feet moved forward towards the shoes to examine them. "Careful!" Kim said. "This sounds like a power play. The guy could be a bomber."
Handing Hoseok the phone I crouched lightly on the floor, putting the pieces together.
"14...hours to solve m-my puzzle,...Y/n.....or I will b-be ve-very naughty."
More crying could be heard on the line. I turned to my right to see Hoseok with his eyes closed and head against the wall, a strained expression on his face.
"Time starts now..."
The line went dead and silence filled the room. Hoseok opened his eyes only to flinch as I lifted the shoes from the floor. "I know these shoes...."
"You have the department's full support. Anything you need."
"Oh, Yoongi will be happy about that."
Hoseok chuckled and slipped my phone in my pocket as I turned to him.
"Come on, Hoseok. I'm sure Tae is at the lab. We've got a puzzle to solve."
"I'm sure Taehyung will be very happy to see you." Every inch of Hoseok's voice was dripping with jealousy. Something I rather enjoyed hearing.
Five hours had passed as I studied the shoes. Taehyung was more than happy to let us use the morgue's lab once again. Hoseok idly chatted with me as I worked, something I had grown accustomed to but did not so much to say enjoy. The short silence was broken once again by my cell.
"Pass me my phone?" My eyes never left the microscope as I spoke to him.
"Where is it?"
"Pocket."
With a sigh, Hoseok got up and reach into my back pocket.
"Careful there, Hobi." A smirk played on my lips as I turned to him behind me. That small knowing smile creeped onto his face. He knew something the rest of the world didn't. I had quite the soft spot for him. In more ways than one.
As he opened my phone I turned to the computer screen to analyze the new results. "Text from your brother."
"Delete it. It's not important."
"He seems to think so. Something about national security codes."
"Codes are already out of the country by now. Nothing I can do about it. Besides he pretty much is the South Korean government he can fix it like a big boy. All by himself."
Hoseok tossed my phone beside me on the table and walked back to his seat on my right.
"Besides....someone else is being way more fun."
The computer finished just as the door opened to reveal Taehyung with starry eyes aimed towards me. "Any luck?" "Yes, finally." A warm body followed behind him shortly after.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Hyun- Hi! Oh my God! No come in."
The woman came over slowly to stand next to Tae, but I paid her no mind, continuing with my work.
"Hyunah, this Y/n L/n. And her.....Juny Hoseok." My partner politely shook hands with her but I could feel her stare on my back, though I ignored it.
"Hi...So....you're Y/n L/n. Taehyung has told me all about you." Her voice had a sultry tone to it.
"Yes, dear Tae has a tendency to do that."
"Are you working on one of your cases? I'm such a fan." She moved near Hoseok to try and peek at the screen. "Hyunah works in IT upstairs. That's how we met. Office romance!" My eyes scanned her over picking up every detail about her.
"Gay."
"Sorry what?" Tae said shocked.
"Nothing sorry. Hey."
Cast a nod towards her, she smiled and dropped a metal pan that rest on the edge of the table.
"Oh sorry! Oh my god!" She bent down to pick it up revealing the bright red skivy up her skirt, causing Hoseok to look away.
"I should be going." She placed the pan back on the table and bade a quick farewell to Tae with a kiss on the cheek before exiting.
"Gay? We're together."
"And domestic life must suit you Taehyung. You've put on three pounds."
"It's not three! Maybe two and a half!"
"Three."
"She's not gay! She's n- Y/n why do you have to spoil-"
"With that hair color?"
Hoseok scoffed beside me. "What because she died her hair orange. I've died my hair before." "No, love you've bleached your hair. There's a difference."
"She isn't gay."
"You failed to notice those tired clubbers eyes, the quite prominent pride themed tattoo on inside of her forearm, and obviously the short nails. Most women don't really like that you know feeling."
"Short nails?"
"Also the extremely suggestive fact that she slipped me her number before leaving."
Pulling the sticky note from under the pan Hyunah knocked over I handed it to Taehyung before looking back at the microscope.
"Call me xoxo. She quite straight to the point. I'd say you'd better break it off now and save yourself the pain, Tae."
With a glare mixed with hurt Taehyung simply turned and left the room. "Charming. Well done, Y/n."
"Oh please. You are you jealous a girl has put more moves on me than you have."
Getting out of his chair Hoseok came to tower over me. "You know that's not my problem but yours." It was true. I liked fucking with him, but I was afraid to let my heart have precedence over my head.
Two and a half days later and two puzzles had been solved within the time limit. Now I was just waiting for something to happen. I sighed as I flexed my arm. Promising Hobi I'd quit smoking was maybe the hardest things I'd encountered.
"I've brought take out and vodka-what are you doing!?"
"Nicotine patch."
"Three of them?"
"It's a three patch problem."
He sighed and opened the bottle pouring himself a glass before downing all of it. "Why isn't he doing anything?" Hoseok collapsed onto my couch, his arm spread over the back behind my head and his other hand pulling my legs into his lap so we could both fit on the small couch.
"I don't know. I'm happy not to think about anything for a while."
"What's it like living in your head? It must be awfully boring."
"Not really, I have you to keep me on my toes."
See most people would recognize the consequences of hard liquor and sexual tension, but I honestly didn't care. So when the sky grew dark all other senses are heightened. Sound. Taste. Touch.
That seemed to be the favorite of the night touch. His hands felt secure on my body as the moved across it like paint on a canvas. My lips couldn't help but find pieces of raw skin waiting to be marked as Hoseok lay on top of me. The smell of smoke and alcohol filled the bedroom, leaving my mind a blur.
The feeling of Hoseok filled my entire body and was better than any alcohol or drug I had ever taken. I felt a lack of control and I loved it. Hoseok thrust into me at a deep and steady pace and his lips moved down to my chest and attaching themselves to my breast. My fingers pulled at his dark locks eliciting a deep melodical groan from Hoseok that fueled my need even more.
A heavy pounding on my door awakened me from a heavy sleep. Light was just beginning to break outside my window. Hoseok lay under me with an arm wrapped tightly around my stomach. Hoseok still stayed fast asleep so quietly I got out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweats and put my black bra back on. The pounding continued.
"ALRIGHT! I'M COMING!" I screamed before running to open the door. Opening the door I found Kim And Min Yoongi standing in the hall. "Yoongi."
"Y/n."
"Yoongi face the other way. You're putting me off."
"Nice sex hair."
"At least I can get off with fucking and not having to be an ignorant asswipe."
"Yoongi shut up. Y/n let us inside." I opened the door further and motioned for the two men to enter, but not without flipping off the idiot.
"Another one?" Kim nodded before responding. "Down by the docks. We got a call this morning. You have 12 hours. Sounded like an older woman this time. Aparently she's blind." I smiled, excited by the new development in our little game.
"Hobi, nice of you to join us. Sorry I left you darling." I turned hearing footsteps coming from the bedroom. Hoseok stood with messy hair in only a pair of sweats he kept at my place. "You're fine." He said with a small but sad smile.
Yoongi scoffed before turning to me, taking in both of our states. "I didn't realize a psychopath like you could have a soft spot for your little doctor."
"I'm not a psychopath, Yoongi. I'm a high-functioning sociopath, do your fucking research."
"Ladies, stop fighting. We've got a murder to solve."
After changing Hoseok and I followed the two officers in a taxi to the docks. A slight mist rained down on us as we arrived at the destination. Police tape bordered the area and several officers milled about a car parked near some shipping crates.
As we got closer, I could see blood dripping out of the driver's side door. My eyes searched the car over. "Car was hired yesterday by a Jeon Minhyuk. Looks like about a pint of blood." Kim said, crouching next to the open car.
"Not about. Exactly. Most likely planted here on purpose. Our victim-"
"Jeon Minhyuk."
"Yeah, whatever. Long story short. Abduction not murder."
My eyes caught the sight of a middle aged woman crying next to some officers. "Who's that?" Yoongi nodded towards her. "Jeon's wife. Got here just before you did."
I nodded and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I turned to Hoseok. "Let's go talk to her, darling."
I took a breath of cold air before approaching the crying woman. "Mrs.Jeon?" She turned and frowned at our presence. "Yes, look I've already spoken with the police-" "Yes, ma'am. We aren't police." Hoseok interrupted politely.
"Y/n L/n." I reached out to shake her hand with a broken look.
"A very good friend of your husband's. We-uh... we grew up together."Tears started to fall from my cheeks as I 'recalled' the memory.
"I'm sorry? Who are you?" She said shaking her head.
"This is my husband, Hoseok." He politely shook her hand while casting me a side glance.
"I-don't think he ever mentioned you."
"No-no. He must've- I just can't believe it. I was just with him the other day. Same old Minhyuk not a care in the world."
Her face changed dramatically. "I'm sorry, but my husband has been depressed for months. Who are you?"
"Strange that he hired a car?" I said looking back the car and wiping away some of the tears. "Why would he do that? But suspicious isn't it?"
"No it isn't! He forgot to renew the tax on the car that's all."
"Ah. That was Minhyuk. That was Minhyuk all over. Forgetting everything."
"No it wasn't!"
"Wasn't it? Interesting."
My face turned straight and I turned back to the car walking away. "Do you enjoy lying to people?" Hoseok asked with a smile. "People don't like to tell you things, but they love to contradict you." I couldn't help but smile at Hobi's laugh. "Did you notice?" I asked.
"What?"
"I referred to her husband in the past tense and she joined in. Bit premature. We've only found the car. She's in on it."
My eyes drifted to a sticker on the bumper. Janus Cars. "Hobi." Pointing to the sticker he crouched to inspect it. "Janus? The only Janus I know is the top headed Egyptian god."
"Well let's go see."
Five hours were down as we entered the office of Kim Hyojong, owner of Janus cars. "Yeah rented the car out to him yesterday." The man said as he scratched his arm. "Mazda Rx8 I believe. Wouldn't mind one myself." He smirked as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt revealing an expensive watch.
"Is that one?" I pointed to a random picture on the wall as I walked around. When he turned I quickly inspected the back of his neck before turning around. "Uh... that's a jag. Not a car girl I see."
"Surely you can afford one, a Mazda I mean." Hoseok said, pulling the attention off of me for a moment as I inspected the man for a few more minutes.
"Have you got any change for the cigarette machine? I'm practically gasping." Hoseok shot me a glare as I held out a ten and watched as the man pulled out his wallet.
"No, sorry."
After thanking him the two of us walked out side by side. "If absolutely need to....here. I've got change."
"Don't need it, darling. Nicotine patches, remember?" I said pulling up my sleeve to reveal another two added on my arm. "Too expensive to smoke nowadays anyhow."
"So what was that all about?" He said pulling down my sleeve quickly. "Needed to see inside his wallet. Did you see? All foreign bills." My growing speech was interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Y/n L/n."
"The clue is in the name. Janus Cars."
An older female voice came through the phone. The blind lady. Yes almost forgot. Bomb and everything.
"Why are you giving me a hint?"
"Why does anyone do anything......I like to watch....you...dance...."
The line went dead. Hoseok looked to me with brows raised. "Phone Kim. Tell him to bring the car to the garage."
Eight hours in and I was sure. Kim and Hoseok stood with me in front of the car, waiting for my explanation.
"The blood was their first mistake. Exactly a pint. But it is definitely Jeon Minhyuk's, though frozen. There are traces. I had Tae run some tests. I think Minhyuk gave a pint of his blood a while ago and that it was Janus Car's spread on the seat."
"Janus Cars?"
"Yes, the clue is in the name."
"That God with two faces?" Namjoon asked.
"Exactly. Janus Cars offers a less than legal service to help you disappear from certain problems whatever they may be."
"So where is Jeon?" Kim questioned again.
"Brazil." I said closing the car door.
"What?"
"Kim Hyojong had a 20000 Brazilian peso note in his wallet as well as some change, the dick. Which means he had been abroad recently. When I asked him about the cars he turned and I saw an obvious tan line on his neck. Somewhere hot, but not for pleasure. No one wears a shirt on the fucking beach. Next his arm-"
"His arm?"
"Do stop interrupting. It's quite annoying and we have a bomb to stop. Yes his arm. He was scratching it and It was bleeding. Most likely because he had a booster jab. The therefore out Jeon Minhyuk is somewhere lying in a cabana in Brazil thanks to Janus Cars."
I pulled out my phone and posted the answer on my website like I had the past two times. "Y/n how long have you known?" "It was very simple. I knew the bomber had given us twelve hours so I finished this and was able to complete other things."
"Other things! That woman has been sitting there with a bomb strapped to her chest." Immediately my phone rang.
"Hello."
"Help me...." the woman cried out softly.
"Tell us where you are. Address."
"They were....so-....They're voice was-"
"No! Don't tell me anything about them!"
"They sounded...so soft-"
The sound of an explosion could be heard right before the line went dead. "Hello!" My shaking hand dropped the phone. I stood frozen in place. Hoseok took my face in his hands. "Y/n? Y/n, love? Look at me. What happened?" The words were stuck in my throat.
"It's-.....it's not fair. I answered! She started to describe him and she- Oh my god!" My fingers pulled at the roots of my hair and anxiety and panic started to kick in.
"Namjoon, there was an explosion go get a squad. I'll take care of her." Hoseok pried my hands away from my face where my nails where scratching at my hair and skin in panic.
"Y/n....I'm right here it's okay. Fuck!" My vision spun and it felt like nails were driving into my skull. Clutching my head I collapsed on the parking garage floor. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE! TAKE IT AWAY! TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed and pushed Hoseok's hands away as he tried to rip off all five of the nicotine patches, which certainly weren't helping the situation.
"I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! THERE IS TOO MUCH UP HERE! There's no room for me." I clutched my head even tighter as tears spilled onto my cheeks. Hoseok tried to pull me towards him in Hope's of calming me down.
"I don't want this gift! I don't want it! There is no more room for me! It's too much stuff in my head! Hoseok, please make it go away!" I pounded on his chest and cried like a baby as he pulled me into his lap on the ground.
"I don't want to be smart anymore.......It's too much......I can't be responsible for all of this!"
The last thing I remember was passing out in Hoseok's arms.
I woke up again to darkness. Sitting up, my coat was hanging on the door and I had been put in a tshirt that wasn't mine. The clock on my beside table read two a.m. Hoseok lay next to me, sleeping soundly. I sighed and pulled open the drawer searching for a pack of cigarettes. After finding a singular one I walked to the door and pulled a flash drive out of my coat pocket.
Lighting the cigarette I walked into the living room and to my laptop. Quickly I posted something on my website and got dressed. As I walked towards the front door, my eyes got sight of the bedroom. Hoseok shifted in his sleep a little bit.
With a sigh I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note.
1067 Hangguk Ave.
Trust me.
Taping it on the door, I closed it and grabbed a taxi to take me downtown.
I entered the large ornate library in silence. My footsteps were the only sound that echoed throughout the three store building. Hundreds of book shelves lined the area, the only light was from the bright moon as it shone through the huge glass window in the back.
"I've brought you a little getting to know you present." I said my voice echoing off the rounded roof as I held up the flash drive.
"This is what it has all been for right? All your little puzzles. Making me dance....Just for this."
The sound of a door opening made me turn around. It took all of my power not to let the look of terror show on my face. A figure walked towards me through the dark. A figure I knew. My half brother.
"Seokjin?"
He wore a black winter trench coat and a straight expression. "Evening."
"This is a twist, isn't it Y/n? Bet you didn't see this coming." My hand lowered to my side as I tried to regain my composure.
"What...would you like me....to make him say.... next?"
Seokjin opened his coat to reveal several bombs strapped to his chest over his normal suit. A little red dot was also now trained on his chest. Frantically I searched for the shooter in the balconies.
"Humpty Dumpty....sat on a wall.....Humpty Dumpty.....had a......great...fall-"
"ENOUGH!" I screamed.
"He is one of the only....people you care about....isn't that right.......Y/n."
"Stop it."
"I can stop his heart.....if you like...."
Seokjin's face fell and he gulped at his own words. It was true. Seokjin had always looked out for me, even though I was a huge smartass. He never complained once about his ten year old sister being in junior year with him.
"Who are you?" Another door opened behind me and the sound of heels clicked across the floor.
"Gave you my number. Thought you might call."
Shadows drifted across her face as she came to stand in the moonlight. A playful smirk was drawn on her painted lips.
"Is that .45 Dan Wesson Specialist in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Her voice was smooth like honey and dripped with confidence. âBoth.â Keeping my face straight I pulled the gun out from my jacket. âKim HyunA......Hi.â The woman stepped further into the light, revealing the rest of her sculpted face.
âHyunah? Hyunah from the morgue? Huh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression on you? But then I suppose that was the point of the whole thing.â She stepped closer. Something about the way she spoke sent shivers down my spine. My grip on the gun grew tighter. My eyes flickered to my brother to see the red dot still there.
âOh donât be silly, love. Someone else is holding to gun. Donât really like to get my hands dirty.â She circled to stand behind my brother, and evil smile on her lips. âAll those puzzles; did you like them?â The look on her face told she wasnât looking for an answer she was just toying with me.
âIâve given you a glimpse, Y/n. Just the tiniest glimpse of what I have got going on in this big bad world. No one ever gets to me.â Her stare never left me as she whispered in Jinâs ear, chuckling as he shuddered.
âI did.â My fingers cocked the gun and kept it aimed towards her. She coolly moved to the right of my brother and towards me.
âYouâve come the closest. Now youâre in my way.â
âAww thanks.â
âDidnât mean it as a compliment, love.â
âYes you did.â
âYeah, okay I did.âÂ
Her words left a playful ring in the air and often went up in tone giving me chills. There was a fire beneath her eyes. Something dangerous. Something deadly. âBut, the flirting is over, Y/n. Mommy has had enough now!â Her painted nails played with my brothers jacket. The most subtle sign of dominance. She was in control of everything.
âIâve cut loose all those people. All those problems-â
âPeople have died.â
âThatâs what people DO!â
Her voice echoed off the cavernous walls making me realize how alone we truly were. A moment of eerie silence followed causing me to reach into my pocket pulling out a simple black flash drive. My brother visibly gulped when he saw them. âY/n you wouldnât. Those codes are top secret.âÂ
âThis is what you want yes?â She smirked and came over, plucking the drive from my hands. âOooo. Missile codes.â She eyes the small object in her hands before meeting my gaze again.
âI couldâve got them anywhere.â With that she dropped the drive on the floor and crushed it with her heel. âY/n, Iâm surprised you havenât figured it out yet but I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order if I wanted to at any second.â
She pulled a gun from under her blazer. âSo take this as a friendly warning. Back off.â She brought up the weapon and clearly aimed it at me. âWhat if I was to shoot you now?â She gave a sing song laugh that rang throughout the room. âWell then you would be able to cherish the look of surprise on my face. Because, if you did, Y/n, I would truly be surprised. But, you wouldnât be able to cherish it for long.â She loaded and cocked her own gun as well.Â
âAs you might have figured out, I canât very much leave you here after I leave, so......â With a shrug she pointed the gun back at me, a smirk on her face.
âCiao, Y/n L/n-â
The sound of a gunshot sounded and I closed my eyes for the briefest moment and I felt blood splatter across my cheek. Opening my eyes, I saw HyunA lying on the ground. Dead. Turning around I saw a small hole in the window where the bullet must have come through. My eyes then looked towards the building across the street.Â
âY/n?â My brother called out.
Rushing to him I hastily threw the coat as far away from us as possible. The both of us looked up at the sound of sirens and red and blue flashing lights coming from the front. Within seconds five policemen burst through the door and took us outside to waiting ambulances.
My feet dangled off the back of an ambulance as I sat there trying to get the EMT to take the stupid orange blanket off of me. Chief Kim interrupted the scene.
"Why do I need this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me."
"It's for shock."
"I'm not in shock. Nothing is shocking about a man getting shot." He scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"No sign of the shooter." Kim shook his head and looked to the building across the street. "Cleared off before we got here. We've got nothing to go on."
A single disapproving look from me shut him up. "I wouldn't say that." He nodded for me to continue with a smile. "The bullet the just dug from the bookcase is a handgun. A kill shot over that distance with that type of weapon is a crack shot we're looking for. Not just a marksman; a fighter. Hands wouldn't have shaken which means they're acclimatized to violence. They didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, so one would infer they have great moral principle."
My eyes wandered as I spoke, trying to recall every detail I could gather about the shooting.
"You are most likely look for a male with a history of military service, nerves of steel, who-......." My eyes landed on Hoseok who was standing by one of the police cars simply watching all that was going around him and my words sort of trailed off. He turned and smiled innocently at me, shaking me from my trance. "Actually you know what. Ignore me."
"Sorry?"
"Ignore everything I just said. It's uh-it's just the uh-shock talking. Yeah sure."
"Where are you going? I've still got questions!"
"Oh what now! I'm in shock! Look I've got a blanket and everything!"
Kim called out to me as I walked away towards Hoseok who smiled as I came closer. "What's with the blanket?" "It's for shock. Please take the fucking thing away from me." He laughed as I shoved it into his arms. We walked side by side to the nearest main street to catch a taxi.
"Nice shot by the way."
"Yes, must have been."
"You would know."
He looked at his feet, a smile creeping onto his cheeks. "Thank you, Hoseok." My hand reached over for his and quickly latched onto his fingers. "You were very dumb to leave alone."
"Yes, but I knew you'd follow me."
"How on earth did you deduce that?"
"You love me."
He smiled down at me, the tips of his ears turning pink. "A very good deduction." His hand came up to my cheek and stroked the skin their lovingly. "I'm impatient kiss me already." He laughed and lent down to place a kiss on my lips.
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White Wedding
Author: Beansidhe_Baby
Year: 2008
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Â Howard/Vince; Rudi/Spider; Anthrax/Ebola; Neon/Ultra; Naboo/Bollo; Saboo/Tony Harrison; onesided Old Gregg/Howard; Mr Susan/Sandstorm; the Hitcher/Old Gregg
Vince was having a minor make up crisis, there was a smear of mascara on his upper eyelid, on top of several layers of carefully blended eyeshadow. He sighed in exasperation and wiped his right eye clean and started again. This was supposed to be the best day of his life and the bloody eye makeup let him down at the last gasp. There was a soft knock at the door and Naboo came in without waiting for him to open the door. âI was sure I locked that,â Vince said, looking over his shoulder at Naboo. âI'm a powerful shaman, Vince. And there's a spare key on a hook out there,â he said flatly, âHow's it going?â âI'm going to look like a slapper in my wedding photos, but, other than that, fan-bloody-tastic,â Vince muttered murderously at his own reflection. âWe all think you're lovely,â said Naboo, in a rare moment of flattery. âWell I look like a lovely slag. Howard's parents are going to think he's gotten me pregnant or something...â âYou're a man, Vince,â Naboo reminded him helpfully. âOh yeah. Men still don't have babies, then?â âNo.â ~-~-~-~-~-~- âIs this straight?â Howard asked anxiously, tugging at his bow tie. âNo,â said Bollo without looking up from his magazine, âVince a man.â âThe tie, Bollo. Is the tie on straight?â Howard asked again. âNobody look at you. Precious Vince radiant bride. Groom. Radiant bridegroom.â Bollo said off handedly, flipping through his magazine. âI don't want to let the side down. If this goes on crooked I'll have to look at Vince wincing at the photos every anniversary for the rest of my life.â âIf Vince love you when you look like that, he won't care about tiesâ Bollo sighed, closed his mag and got up to fix Howard's bow tie for him. âThanks Bollo,â Howard smiled nervously. âBreak his heart and I'll kill you.â âYes sir.â ~-~-~-~-~-~- âBridegroom or groom?â Lester asked an empty patch of air next to the guest. âI'll find my own seat, squire,â the mysterious green gentleman said, brushing past the blind man. He meandered around the pews before sitting himself down beside a tall man with a large afro who was staring at a man with an equally strange hair style ârelievingâ himself in the vestry. âWhich of the grooms are you with?â the green man asked him. Rudi turned around and seemed to see the other man for the first time. âI'm sorry,â he said quietly, âMy mind was elsewhere.â âWhat's up with the dress then, son?â the Hitcher, for it was of course the manwitch himself, asked. âActually, that's a common misconception, this is not a dress, it's the robe of th-â Rudi started to correct him before he was interrupted again. âSo you a nonce then?â the Hitcher cut across him, with an ever decreasing amount of tact âI am above base sexual desires,â he sniffed. âOh so he won't let you then?â âI'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.â âMexican bloke? Uglier than a sack of pigs anuses? He's here with you isn't he?â âExcuse me, I have to go and speak to... anyone else.â ~-~-~-~-~-~- âI don't trust them, they're stealing our look.â âThey look nothing like us!â âLook at her with her bloody milky lens. She's wearing your face! Doesn't that get you pissed off at all?â âGetting me a bit randy actually.â âIf you're unfaithful to me I'll kill her and make you eat her heart.â âChrist, you're hot when you're jealous.â ~-~-~-~-~-~- âAre they still staring?â â...noâ âThey are still staring, aren't they?â â...maybeâ âWhy are we here again?â âWe promised Naboo.â âBloody Naboo.â âPlay nice, darlingâ âOne double date with them and we're part of this bloody extended family of theirs.â âFree champagne at the reception though. And besides, everyone knows that sex after a wedding is the best. Except for the poor sods getting married obviously.â âThose electro girls are freaking me out. The little one keeps making stabby hand gestures.â âLittle? She's the same height as you!â âShut your mouth!â ~-~-~-~-~-~- Bryan Ferry was waiting to walk Vince up the aisle. He peeked around the corner at the crowded room. It seemed to be largely made up of scene kids looking fashionably bored, slightly nervous jazz fans and a much bigger selection of various monstrous beasts. In the corner a man made out of sandpaper was discretely chatting up a man made of chamois leathers and jay cloths. He was feeling nervous. He wanted to be back in the forest with trees surrounding him on all sides. He'd sniffed his son's mother-in-law to be, on the neck, and it had all gotten considerably awkward. That would be interesting at the brunch for the close family tomorrow morning. ~-~-~-~-~-~- Vince walked straight forward and all of a sudden, everything else fell away. He forgot about guest-lists and flower arrangements and his hair, and all he could fit into his world view was Howard waiting for him at the end of that long walk. He hadn't seen what Howard would be wearing, they'd decided that they'd already had three lifetimes share of bad luck resulting from broken traditions. He had actually worn a suit. He'd been threatening to wear a Hawaiian shirt and shorts and Vince had been only just sure that he was joking. Vince himself was wearing an elaborate lacy tunic over a pair of knee length leggings. He hadn't felt comfortable in either a morning suit or the white dress so he'd settled for some kind of a mix of the two. He wasn't sure if the result was genius or just bizarre. The way Howard was looking at him, he didn't think it mattered anymore. ~-~-~-~-~-~- âYou may now kiss the bride...groom,â Dennis said finally and looked eagerly at the blushing newly-weds. Howard shyly kissed Vince on the lips and Vince threw his arms around his neck. A plaintive cry went through the church and they broke apart to see Old Gregg sobbing onto the Hitcher's shoulder. âDon't worry about him,â Vince whispered, seeing Howard's slightly guilty expression, âHe'll get some cock afterwards. Everyone loves the broken hearted ex-girlfriend at a wedding.â âWe never actually went out per se, Vince. He kidnapped me,â Howard replied quietly, into his husband's hair. âYou look beautiful,â he said, cupping Vince's face in both hands. âYou're not so bad, yourself,â Vince giggled, âNot as good as me, obviously, but I think Gregg won't be the only jealous bitch wishing me dead by the end of the night.â âGet in me wheelbarrow, you cheeky vixen.â âI was always in your wheelbarrow, Howard. I was just waiting for you to bloody notice.â They kissed again. ~-~-~-~-~-~- Naboo was dancing by himself in the middle of the floor, pulling focus from everyone else, including Bob Fossil (who no one could quite remember inviting). He was intermittently accosted by small groups of girls who would whisper in his ear. Each time he would shake his head and they'd walk off, looking deeply disappointed. He was off his tits on free champagne (which wasn't all that free, considering that he was paying for the bulk of this wedding) and a couple of twelve skins he'd smoked in the jacks. He noticed Howard and Vince cuddling, or possibly even canoodling, in the corner and suddenly thought that going over to them would be a fantastic idea. âHoward! Vince! You got married,â he smiled widely and hugged them both enthusiastically. âWhy aren't you dancing, it's brilliant! All these girls keep asking me if I want to have a good time, but I'm already having a good time, what're they like? Hey, hey guys whose name are you taking? Or are you going to double bar it? Like Noir-Moon or Moon-Noir. Bollo doesn't have a last name, you know.â Vince was looking around desperately for the aforementioned ape to get Naboo to go and have a little lie down somewhere and Howard was looking at Naboo with concern. âHey Howard,â Naboo leaned in conspiratorially, âI always liked you. You're a good man-thing-horse. Thing.â Howard patted him on the shoulder and he staggered over to one side. âHow come the room's moving? Am I paying for a moving room?â he said before falling backwards into his familiar's arms. He looked up and giggled. Vince smiled at Bollo, who grunted shortly and led Naboo over to one of the couches around the periphery of the room. He lay him down gently and when he tried to leave, Naboo pulled him back, almost on top of him. ~-~-~-~-~-~- âLook at that idiot making a complete arse of himself. I tell you Saboo, it's an outrage!â âThe only outrage here is that I was talking to a number of lovely ladies and then you insinuated yourself into the conversation and told them all that I was here with you!â âYou are here with me. You're the designated driver, you're here with all of us. If you go off with some bird, who's going to get us back? Kirk? He's worse than Naboo! And I haven't exactly been on orange juice all night either.â âAre you trying to imply that you could operate an automobile if you hadn't been drinking yourself into oblivion? I would pay good money to see you even shift gears.â âWhat? This is an outrage! Who are you? Jeremy Clarkson?â âYou had no right to let those girls think that I was shagging a testicle shaped balloon animal.â âAs if, you couldn't have me even if you weren't a prize titâ âI could too, have you. You're aching for me.â âSomebody's dreaming.â âI COULD HAVE YOU TWELVE WAYS FROM SUNDAY, YOU KNOB!â ~-~-~-~-~-~- âAlright, I'm going to toss the flowers!â Vince called out before a tide of womenfolk materialised around him. In the front, jostling for position, the goth girls and electro girls were trying to look casual and unbothered by it. Neon and Anthrax were glaring at each other while Ultra and Ebola conveyed their exasperation to each other with a shrug and a wink. Beside them, Mrs. Gideon was preening and smoothing her hair. Somewhere in the middle of the sea of girls, Eleanor, was managing to make every single man in the room anxiously down drinks and pray. Howard looked at the throng of women treading on each other's toes and jabbing elbows into ribs, with horror. This looked like a riot in the making. Decades of feminism and âdoing it for themselvesâ, whatever "it" was, went out the window in the face of a bride(groom) throwing a bunch of flowers. It was absurd! He thought he saw Old Gregg in there somewhere.... The bouquet arced through the air, over the heads of the crowd, and the room was filled with the sound of fifty women (or close approximations) breathing in sharply. The flowers landed, with a soft rustle, in a pair of small hands. Naboo looked down at the flowers in his hands and back up at the murderous glares of the disappointed women. His cheeks turned red and he looked down again before thrusting the flowers towards Bollo. â'Sfor you,â he muttered. Bollo starting to eat an orchid before looking at the shaman's shining eyes looking up at him. Oh. He swallowed nervously and the Orchis saccifera caught in his throat. Naboo patted him on the back until his familiar stopped choking and shyly took his hand. The crowd of females looked less inclined to riot and some were blowing their noses and dabbing their eyes genteelly. ~-~-~-~-~-~- In the back of the hired limo, Howard and Vince necked like teenagers after a dance. Or, like two people who had just gotten married. âMade it,â Vince sighed and nibbled Howard's ear lobe, sending a gust of warm air into his husband's ear. âJust about,â Howard agreed, kissing the inside of Vince's wrist. âI still think we should have eloped and gotten married by Bowie,â Vince said against Howard's throat. âNaboo would have killed me if I took you away and robbed him of organizing the party.â âCheeky little jack of clubs. D'ya think he had that planned with the flowers?â âHe looked pretty surprised. I think it might have been a happy accident.â âI didn't think much of those wedding cake dollies. I looked hideous!â âWell, don't say anything to Leroy or you'll hurt his feelings.â âOh alright. Howard?â âYes, little man?â âI love you.â âI love you too.â âPity Bono had that other party to go to...â âVince?â âYes?â âShut your face.â
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ALL THE COLOURS
HERE WE GO BOYS
zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!
Iâm feeling tired because Iâm supposed to be in bed. But happy because I did the work and I can get away with sleeping in and things are just chill right now. I have devised a way of sneaking waste food at work. If you put it in these little metal containers and hide them under the fridge, nobody notices them and throws them away. This eve I dined on garlic bread and prawns.
cadmium yellow; when you think of the word âhappyâ whatâs the first thing that comes to mind?
Walking with coffee and tunes. Iâm trying to appreciate things in my life I will feel nostalgic about later in the moment, so I donât regret anything. This is one of those things. Although I might not have the tunes part for long because I fucking broke my headphones and they may or may not start playing my music out loud for all the world to hear. I hope people like disco!
lemon; whatâs your comfort food?
Food from my old workplace. I have trouble finishing food usually but not this stuff. I will probably scream while eating it. You know this and you love me
hansa yellow; whatâs your guilty pleasure song?
âI Will Surviveâ. People were singing it in the Office and I guess itâs so famous and ironic and cringey now or something. But then I remember that one fucker
yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & canât get enough of!
Herbie Hancock. I donât know if Iâll listen to every single thing from him but I was just listening to some funk as you do and his like solos? I was vibing. We were having brain to brain communication. It was an experience. It was so so good. It was good fucking music. Listen to this shit. Herbie Hancock - I Thought It Was You This stuff makes me want to wiggle on public transit.Â
naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?
Bonsais and my quiet neat fucking room. Or not giving a fuck in other peopleâs mess.
raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?
YOU HO
golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.
We reblog asks and send each other all the asks. ADHD disaster energy finding balance. The worst posts Iâve ever seen followed by revenge. Two gay best friends who are best friends. No seriously I am so grateful for your unconditional love and your warmth
golden deep; whatâs your favorite season?
Autumn. When the leaves were falling and the sun was shining all bittersweetly I was running around taking so many pictures because thereâs like this golden time and then itâs gone.
cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?
I like to buy too many plants and pretty rocks that are just vibing. I just like to wander around with coffee without a schedule. Listening to funk and disco. Seriously Iâm the coolest person ever
orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when youâre sad?
U HO. And some online mutuals of course :) I feel like I donât turn to people when itâs real sad hours though. I just give my ocs more PTSD.
titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?
Relaxed evenings. Fuck mornings. All my mornings are slow buddy.Â
shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?
No, because I had to go and cancel my Netflix as all my favourite things got more episodes.Â
red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?
Oh right brained bitch.
burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it?
No, paintings are stressful. Itâs always like âHoly shit, that must have been so much work! I donât enjoy painting myself! This person is better at painting than me!â I have much love in the heart for Van Gogh.
english red; what animal do you relate to most?
I know what youâre trying to do and itâs not going to work. I could say a cat, because I want to lie down in a patch of sun, knock things over, and complain loudly. I would say a dog because I think people are way better than they really are, am tenaciously loyal to them, and get excited about going for a walk.
vermilion; whatâs your favorite accent?
Whatever this one hot guy at work has.
cadmium red; do you have a âtypeâ when it comes to a significant other?
FOR FUCKS SAKE okay Iâm going to google what my type is
You got: Mr./ Mrs Perfect
You like someone that truly has is all. You need someone who is well rounded in all aspects of life. When it comes to looks and personality, only perfection receives your affection.
Wow, what does that mean at all
scarlet; describe your current crush/es.
Ok, one of them gave me cheesecake, one of them offered me pizza, another one is the guy whose Facebook you stalked for me and we still couldnât find his birthday but I laugh about one adorable photo still (the car one), and one of them I spent half an hour trying to find where I put the birth chart of and weâre actually really compatible. Iâm sorry, if you want more information Iâll have to ramble about it in your messages.
ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?
OH I JUST WANT TO WALK DOWN A STREET HOLDING HANDS AND GO TO A RESTAURANT WEVE NEVER BEEN TO BEFORE AND TRY SOME FOOD AND LAUGH A LOT, AND THEN MAYBE GO ENJOY THE VIEW OF THE OCEAN AT NIGHT. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? IS IT?
carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?
I donât know, fuck it letâs go to the aquarium!
madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?
I dunno man. I feel like I wouldnât if it wasnât socially acceptable but Iâm also wild and crazy.
rose; whatâs something really positive going on in your life right now?
I REALLY ACTUALLY LIKE MY WORKPLACE. And my living situation is pretty okay. Itâs not great I guess but Iâve been coming a long way.
quinacridone rose; whatâs something youâre really looking forward to?
Literally what are these colours. Okay, Iâm looking forward to putting wires around crystals to make them into jewellery. Then, I want to give the jewellery to my friends.Â
violet rose; what does your dream house look like?
An old as fuck, old fashioned as fuck haunted-looking mansion I can give some love.
violet; is there any place in particular youâd like to settle down?
I need the outdoors bro. I need those trees. I gotta live in the countryside again someday.
blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down?
Write some books! Run rampant in the cityâŠ
cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?
I think it would have to be the hills where I grew up. It was bursting with biodiversity, there was a rustic sheep farm, everyone shut the fuck up, there would be frogs, the smell of the fresh air in any season, some days would just be heart-stoppingly beautiful and I ache for it sometimes. Birdsong? I heard some birdsong today and I wanted to cry. I remember our hedges would be deafening with the birds in it.
ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?
Today, it finding something I maybe could sit around and read and then finding it in me to actually get out of bed lol.
blue; whatâs the most recent dream you remember?
The one I just had. A lot of it is blurry, which is frustrating because I got some strong almost-memories of it throughout the day, but it sticks out to me because I was bawling my eyes out a lot in the dream, and I also hurt myself the way I used to and I had to check that I hadnât done it in my sleep. But I think it was a very expressive dream and those are my natural emotions.
bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets?Â
I like the idea of a husband and some dogs, cats and chickens. Kids maybe.
how many of each?
A lot of chickens, but not too many please.
blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could?
I do like my name, and I did give myself a different name. Even if I knew how annoying everyone would be about pop culture Gordons, and I did. I still would choose this name.
prussian azure; whatâs your favorite scent?
Iâm running out of things to say as my favourite scent. OK, Nomad from Old Spice. I donât know why, I think it must suit me or something. Maybe itâs the citrus⊠stuff going on there.
azure blue; whatâs your favorite type of tea, if any?
Red Rose, my mom made it for me as a kid and she drank it all the time while teaching me piano or reading books.
turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?
Flowers, to show off to everyone, and then I donât know, maybe some fucking pumpkins and easy things like corn and peas.
cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?
I think Iâd be happier to have one if I knew no one was watching my antics LMAO
glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.
Best of both worlds
yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?
Iâm still thinking of where I grew up. I see the sun through the branches of very old maple trees, and hear the wind in the long grass.
green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?
Yes, but I could make it better by moving in with cleaner roommates and getting a cat. And maybe work at something Iâm actually interested in, or go to school or something.
green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?
I donât have plans, but Iâd like to visit Mexico, France, or Japan.
emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?
Kinda French. I want to learn Spanish⊠now Portuguese because everyone at work speaks it⊠literally, any very popular language. I want to learn so many languages
oxide of chromium; whatâs your favorite book?
BRO WHAT IS A BOOK
olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far?
Yeah, Iâm reading a personal account of a Satanic cult. I had to stop reading it because I wasnât ready for the graphic details.
mars brown; whatâs a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?
Megamind/Thor Ragnarok
burnt umber; whatâs something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?
Wow I feel really called out right now. I was going to eat some chicken because Iâm hungry. Because thatâs what I should be doing at 3AM.
umber; have you drank enough water today?
Yes, but probably not. Iâve been trying really hard today though.
voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent?
Probably you again, welcome to the salt mines!
sepia; name five things that always make you happy.
Buying a plant, rolling around on my fuzzy blanket, videos of cats being idiots, little unexpected thoughtful gifts, people sharing food.
indigo; whatâs the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?
A Treasured Mutual once spontaneously said I was a really good person because I was chill and they felt free to be themselves, to be vague.
payneâs gray; describe your aesthetic?
Looking around my room, it would seem to be whatever those studying people organizing notes with the window open on a sunny day have. I donât know if this is me, but my room looks⊠vaguely feminine and organized in that way.
black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!
Iâm in my PYJAMA CLOTHES. I only want to take a selfie with GOOD NATURAL LIGHTING and the DAYTIME DARK CIRCLES around my eyes not the NIGHTTIME DARK CIRCLES. Maybe I have one hanging around
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ITâS MERMAY! (Original Photo this was Inspired From HERE) (Thanks @steverogersnotebook!)
I stole down to the docks a few hours before dawn. Please be here. Please be here, I thought as I rushed to the end of one dock and looked out over the dark water. The town behind me cast a slight glimmer on the surface of the ocean. I sucked in a deep breath, smelling the salty sea air I never tired of.
âAnd here I was thinking you werenât going to show up,â a voice remarked from just behind me on the dock.
I whirled around.
Arms braced against the soft old wood and chin resting on top of hands was him. The merman. There were gills on his cheekbones just below his temples and a sleek red, orange, and yellow tail streaked with black drifted through the saltwater aimlessly, the fluke sticking out like a stock photo model lying on their stomach on a picnic blanket with their feet in the air. He had sharp, icy blue eyes and dark brown hair. There was a placid look on his face, matching the deadpan tone of his remark.
âYou could at least look happy to see me,â I said sarcastically, sitting cross-legged in front of him.
âI could.â
I rolled my eyes. âGlad to see your attitude is still intact.â
âI have a reputation to maintain, sweetheart.â
âNot with me. I have no preconceived notions about who you are when youâre with your... community.â Was there a scientific word for a group of merfolk? Like... a school? Or a pod?
He smiled. âI suppose you have a point.â He relaxed. âWhy donât you come with me, hmm? We could have a lot of fun together. In the sea.â
I snorted. âIâm not an idiot, you know. Merfolk are, like, designed to entice humans into the water to drown them.â
He seemed to think for a moment. âTrue. That is true. But look me in the eye and tell me you donât hear the ocean calling to you. Hmm? Thatâs what drew you to me in the first place, darling, wasnât it? The call of the ocean. The pull of the tides drawing you irrevocably in. That desire---that longing---is why you moved from the land-locked city you grew up in to this podunk, forsaken town. To be near the water. Isnât it?â
I sighed. âYeah. Though I donât think I sounded that poetic when I told you all that.â
âMust you cheapen the moment?â he asked.
âNo but I must be honest.â I paused. âI canât go with you and you know why. Iâd drown. And even if I wouldnât, I have a life here. Friends. Family. I canât go with someone whose name I donât even know.â
âHmm,â he grunted thoughtfully.
There was a moment of silence before he hauled himself out of the water and sat on the dock next to me, fiery tail glinting, scales reflecting the stars.
âI suppose youâre right,â he said. âYou seem to often be right.â
I blinked. I wasnât used to people telling me I was right. I was used to fighting for people to realize I knew what I was talking about. I stared at his icy blue eyes while he stared back at me unblinkingly---which was a tad bit unnerving. He took a deep breath.
âMy name is---â
RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! A dog started barking from up the dock and a flashlight beam shone on the sea mist in the air. âWhoâs down there?!â the voice of Mr. Crane---the town grouch---shouted from just up the hill.
I gasped through my nose. âI am so dead,â I whispered.
The merman took my hand. âCome with me. Into the water. Now!â he hissed.
âYouâll drag me under! Iâm sorry. I like you but I donât trust you at all.â
âSweetheart, we donât have time for this. Câmon!â Holding my arm firmly with one hand and my own hand in his other, he tugged me to the edge of the dock. I was grateful I left my phone at home. âOn three, okay?â he asked, searching my face with an almost desperate expression. âOne---â
He shoved me in.
Iâd grown up swimming in pools. I knew how to swim and how to dive. I pointed my toes and brought my arms against my chest to plunge into the water as soundlessly as possible. That didnât stop the water from being freezing though.
The merman slithered into the water after me. I heard him more than I saw him since it was dark, the water was murky, and I had my eyes closed. I started kicking for the surface.
A strong arm wrapped around my shoulders.
On instinct, I screamed.
A hand closed over my mouth. Shhh! I heard in my head. Do you want to be found?! It was his voice. I stopped.
My head broke the surface. I took a deep breath through my open nose and peeled my eyes open.
The merman and I were under the dock, peering up in silent fear. He held me to his chest and slowly released my mouth. I opened it wider and breathed slowly and silently through it so my nose wouldnât whistle.
Crane stomped down the dock, his massive mastiff---that he called Odin---still barking at us. Crane couldnât see us. He peered around, his flashlight beam swinging wildly back and forth over the water around the dock. The merman squeezed me tighter to his chest after it got a little close for either of our likings. His face was really close to mine over my left shoulder. I peeked at it.
He looked terrified.
Ever so slowly, so as not to drip, he pointed down into the water. I nodded.
He eased under first, pulling me down with him.
I can only communicate like this underwater, his voice in my head said. Listen, I donât know how long heâs going to hang around waiting for something to happen and dawn isnât that far off. Meaning heâll probably find us when the sun comes up. I need you to trust me, doll. Okay?
I shook my head, feeling my hair drift around in the water. I donât trust you, I thought. Youâre, like, programmed to drown me.
I donât know what programmed means, he said.
I rolled my eyes behind closed lids, my head bobbing slowly back up to the surface so I could take a breath. Crane was still there, stomping back and forth along the dock, searching the sea for any sign of an intruder. A bit overkill if you ask me. If I saw nothing was there I would have gone back to bed.
The merman tugged me back under, keeping my entrance as silent as possible.
Listen, I just need you to trust me for... five seconds, at most. Okay? I swear to you I will not attempt to drown you. But you have to trust me for five seconds underwater. Can you do that?
I wanted to snort skeptically out my nose but I didnât want bubbles to alert Crane to our presence. So I screwed up my face to show him I was displeased.
Tell me your name and Iâll trust you for five seconds, I thought.
I could feel him smile. My name is Bucky.
Okay. Nice to meet you, Bucky.
Nice to meet you too. Again. For the three-hundredth time.
Youâre not actually keeping track are you? I thought.
No. Just exaggerating for dramatic effect. Take a breath again. Then trust me for five seconds.
I emerged under the dock to Odin still barking his head off and Crane grumbling to himself about intruders. Odin freaked out when I came up for air. I took another deep breath and let Bucky pull me under again.
You have five seconds, Bucky.
Thatâs all I need, darling.
He pulled me down even deeper in the water. It got a tad colder.
His lips pressed against mine in a kiss far more tender than I would have expected, his fingers sliding into my hair. His tail, slowly sliding through the ocean to keep him where he wanted to be, brushed against my bare feet. It was slippery and felt a little freaky.
The burning desire for air receded. I felt fine. Not like I could breathe underwater but more like I didnât need to breathe at all.
Open your eyes, his voice echoed in my head.
I hated opening my eyes underwater without goggles, but I did anyway.
Everything was crystal clear. The murk of the water seemed to have vanished. Buckyâs grin was inches from my face, his fingers still lingering in my hair. Better? he thought at me.
I smiled and nodded. Much. Why? How?
A kiss from a merperson can keep a human from drowning. Itâs one of our magical abilities. Whaddaya say we swim deep, get away from this guy, and come back once heâs gone?
Uh... okay.
Buckyâs smile widened. Great. Letâs go.
He held my hand and guided me deeper. The fluke of his tail propelled him much faster through the water than my legs could for me so I kind of just let him drag me along. I did my best to keep my worry in check. Being in the ocean always made me nervous---mostly just because I didnât want to get bitten by something.
So why didnât you tell me before that you could just kiss me and suddenly I wouldnât be able to drown? I thought.
I donât know. Normally I would have just done that to anyone else. But youâre different to me. I know you. And youâre suspicious. Other humans would have just been like, âOh. Okay. Yeah. Iâll go swimming with you!â and jumped in without a second thought. Perfect drowning victims. But you know the folklore. You know more about merfolk than a lot of average humans do. So I wanted you to trust me. And I do want you to come away with me. Not forever. Maybe just join me on adventures, you know? he asked.
Mm, I thought. I probably mumbled it out loud too.
I heard him chuckle in my mind.
We swam a good distance away from the docks before resurfacing. I took a deep, gasping breath when my head broke the surface. âSo do you have to kiss me again if I want to actually join you underwater on our next adventure?â I asked.
Bucky grinned. âNo. Itâs more of a âLasts foreverâ kind of thing.â
Feeling impulsive, and a little flirty, I grunted, âMm. Thatâs a shame.â
Bucky snickered. âWell, maybe Iâll do it again just to... reapply the magic. Does that sound like a good idea?â
âI think so. Better to be safe than sorry.â
We both started laughing, turning our gazes up to the shimmering stars.
The sky started to lighten and I realized how long weâd been swimming underwater. âWhoa. Itâs almost dawn. I should... I should get back,â I said.
Bucky took my hand. âIâll pull you back faster than you could swim on your own,â he said.
âBetter reapply that no drowning magic, donât you think?â I teased.
He chuckled. âIf you insist.â He pulled me underwater and planted a kiss on my mouth. Any desire to head back to the surface immediately for air vanished. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He grinned back, held onto me, and whizzed back through the water.
By the time we got back to the docks, Crane and Odin were nowhere in sight and the sky was turning pink and yellow.
I climbed up a lowered ladder and onto one of the docks. Bucky resumed his position from the beginning of our little adventure---arms braced against the wood and chin resting on his hands. His gills gave a little flap as he converted to breathing through his mouth and nose like a mammal and he gave me another impassive expression.
âSo, when can I expect you back here?â he asked. âTo come away with me into the ocean on an adventure?â
I wrung out my hair---as well as stripped off my shirt and wrung it out too before reluctantly dragging it back onto my skin. âWelp, I have a date tonight that Iâm fairly certain Iâm not going to enjoy so tomorrow, maybe?â
He smiled. âIâll be here,â he said.
âMe too.â I glanced over my shoulder as the lights in the houses started to turn on. The town was waking up. âI should go. See you soon, Bucky.â
âSee you soon, beautiful.â
I smiled and ran up the docks, my shoes and socks squishing uncomfortably. I left behind a trail of dripping water but even Crane wouldnât notice or care. No one was outside yet so I managed to get back to the small house I shared with my roommate undetected.
âYou smell like seawater. Where have you been?â she demanded through a mouthful of cereal.
âWent for a walk and fell in. Slipped,â I lied before going to the bathroom to shower. Tomorrow night I was going on an undersea adventure with a merman who had a red-orange-and-yellow tail streaked with black who was insanely handsome and a step past flirty. This was going to be interesting. Maybe the call of the ocean Iâd felt my whole life was really... the call of merpeople. Drawing me in. Leading me to him.
#I'm going happy-go-lucky Bucky from before WWII#and by h-g-l I mean 'not burdened by a ton of crap'#Bucky Barnes#MerMay#steverogersnotebook#mermaid
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POST #25 â Mr. Whittingtonâs Cat, I Presume?
âStay here.â
âBillie, where are you going?â Â Justin Bieber called after her.
âJust stay here!  Finneas and I will enter over thereââ She pointed to a blocked off road lined with security guards and official looking individuals in event staff shirts, âWe have to let them take our photos on the red carpet.  Wait, Justin, why am I telling YOU this, you know the red carpet deal, donât make me say the wordâŠâ
âWhat word, you mean duh?â
âDuh! Â Yes.â
âOh yeah. Â Yeah, I know the red carpet deal.â Â He nodded.
The group nodded back, they all knew the deal.  Justin Bieber, Oak Felder, Pop Wansel, Scott Borchetta, Kanye West, Carl Lyle the lawyer (whoâs last name is also coincidentally Lawyer), and Kymmie (The Teen Arianator and aspiring social media influencer) stood in a hiding spot near the chaotic crimson carpet.  Kymmie knew the deal not because she had gone through it before like the others, but because she had consumed so much media, both social and anti-social, that she knew way more than your average teenager could possibly know about the red carpet without so much as even stepping foot on it.  She imagined the bottom of her feet, one day, taking those very first steps onto the carpet.  That magic carpet ride.  That crimson carpet.  Oh, how she longed to be part of that crimson carpet club (as she had decidedly named it inside her head).  Oh how she longed to join those select few individuals around the world as a member of the exclusive red carpet club.  How many people in the world had walked on the red carpet?  Percentage wise?  It was a VERY exclusive club indeed.  So many people in the world, yet so few belonged to that Hollywood elite.  Oh how she dreamed one day that would be her.  She would make it happen, and she wouldnât stop until she did.  She could see it, just across the way, so close, yet so far away.  All she knew was, she would get there one day.  She thought, it must be the most amazing experience ever!  The lawyer of course had been on what he called âred carpet dutyâ on numerous occasions, because it was his job to be there.  It reminded him of being a Resident Assistant back in his college days, but for Hollywood stars instead of his fellow university classmates.  He found it to be the most boring of tasks heâd ever been assigned.  But when you work for The Whales of Hollywood you get assigned various overt and covert tasks of which you are required to complete.  Mostly it was boring legal stuff, like babysitting an uncooperative client to make sure they donât say anything stupid to the press, just one whisper to their ear, was usually all it took, just a few words, very specific words.  He was told what to say by someone else, who told that person to say it, and someone told that person and so on and so forth⊠a whole whisper down the lane game.  It was entirely possible that Kymmie and the lawyer would cross paths one day on the red carpet in a completely different interaction.
âIâll call you, Justin, donât go anywhere until you get my call. Â Okay?â Â Billie nodded at Justin after saying okay.
Justin nodded back. Â Then, everyone else nodded at his nod at Billie Eilish. Â There was a hierarchy of nods, just like the hierarchy of whispers. Â Our entire world is one hierarchy after anotherâhierarchy of hierarchies.
She took a deep breath and turned to face her brother. Â âYou ready?â
Finneas smiled a crooked smile. Â âOh yeah. Â I was born readyââ
Billie made a face and shook her head no.
Finneas reacted, âYeah, that was kind of cheesy, wasnât it? Â I wonât say that again.â
She changed her ânoâ headshake to a âyesâ head bob.
The group watched as Billie and Finneas made their way through the madness towards the red carpet, it didnât take long before the first photographer recognized Billie and her brother, and the cameras turned their way, like weapons turning on a new target.  Paparazzi have that sixth sense ability to spot a celebrity before anyone else does.  Although, they do work for The Whales of Hollywood, so maybe itâs not a sixth sense, maybe itâs just what they are paid to do.  If you donât want The Whale (or the rest of his pod) sending the paparazzi after you all you have to do is walk down the red carpet exactly as youâre told, or you just might find a camera lurking on your next vacation or⊠while youâre sitting in your backyard trying to enjoy some time alone.  The Whales have ways to make any photo say whatever they want it to say so that YOU say whatever THEY want you to say⊠Be a good celebrity and do as your told⊠Well⊠That was the old hierarchy/patriarchy/monarchy⊠Some say thereâs talk of a new âarchyâ in town⊠A Swiftarchy.
âOH MY GOD, thatâs Taylor Swiftâs cat!â Â Kymmie shouted breaking the silence.
âNo itâs not. Â And shhhhhhh. Â Keep quiet.â Â Scott scolded her.
âYeah it is! Â Iâm gonna go take a picture of it.â Â She started to creep towards it.
Carl stepped in her way. Â âNo youâre not. Â Youâre staying right here where Billie told us to stay.â Â
âWhatever, you canât stop me. Â Iâm only going to go take a picture and then Iâll be right back.â Â She weaved around Carl.
âYeah Carl, chill, yo.â  Kanye said.  âWeâve got time before we got to go⊠Let her take a pho-to!â
âSweet rhyme bro.â Â Justin fist bumped Kanye.
âYeah you know how I flow.â
âHow about this for a rhyme⊠No!  She needs to stay with us.  Everyone just stay here.â  The lawyer demanded and then turned to follow her.
Scott called after here in a whisper yell. Â âKymmie! Â Come back here.â He then also started to followâhe followed the lawyer, following Kymmie. Â Thereâs a new hierarchy of following now, obviously.
Kymmie neared the cat and knelt close to the ground, she turned around, âYou guys it really is Taylorâs cat!â
âThis is a trick.â Â Scott said under his breath to the lawyer as he followed close behind Carl.
The cat meowed and then turned and walked further away. Â Kymmie followed it immediately.
âKymmie, stop following the cat and come back here.â Â The lawyer spoke with a voice of authority.
âYouâre not the boss of me! Â And anyway, I just need to take a picture!â Â She followed the cat around a corner.
The lawyer called after her. Â âYou donât need to take a picture. Â You need to come back with us to the hiding spot so we can stick to the plan.â
Scott looked back and saw that the rest were beginning to follow. âWhat are you doing? Â Go back!â Â He whisper yelled at them and flailed his arm around in the air. Â They ran across the street catching up with Scott. Â He quickly gave up and waited for everyone before continuing on. Â The group rounded the corner to see the lawyer who was following Kymmie who was following the cat, about fifty feet ahead of them.
Just then a person in an orange vest also rounded a corner in the distance opposite to the one they had just rounded. Â The person wearing the orange vest stopped in the distance looking the other direction appearing to be talking to someone just around the bend, everyone froze. Â About a hundred feet down the street from the group, nearest to the guard, Kymmie froze in her tracks after looking up from the cat to see a bright orange vest directly in front of her, she looked back at the lawyer and then back to the cat sitting comfortably on the ground then to the lawyer again. Â The security guardâs radio blurted out something about additional crowd control needed to keep some Taylor Swift fans back. Â The Swiftness with which her Swifties had suddenly multiplied caught the entire event security team off guard. Â The guard ran back in the opposite direction without so much as noticing Kymmie or any of the others, just a short distance away. Â Kymmie let out a sigh of relief and the others did the same.
Scott shifted his stance nervously, and then spoke to the group standing behind him like Shaggy talking to the rest of his spooky mystery solving friends.  âJeepers!  That was a close call.  Like, you guys⊠I think we really need to all get back to the hiding spot.  What do you think Scooby?  I mean, Scooter.â  He held up his phone with Scooter on the other end of the call, he pressed a button to put Scooter on speakerphone.  Due to a lot of background noise it was hard to tell what Scooter was trying to say, but it sounded a lot like Scooter said⊠âRuh rohâ.  âSee guys, even Scooter thinks this is a bad idea⊠Zoinks!â  He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket.
The truth of it all was that, Scott happened to be the only one who really knew what was at stake here, heâd already solved the mystery long ago which was why he brought Scooby, sorry, I mean Scooter in on things, but that just seemed to have added more chaos.  After what Billie Eilish said to him, he realized it might not matter whoâs hands the power to make the ultimate viral song of all time fell into, someone was going to figure it out eventually and then it would spread across the globe to every earlobe on the planet as soon as that artist finally did figure it out.  He knew that no matter what it could possibly infect everyone on the entire planet if it wasnât stopped, and sure maybe Billie was right, maybe anyone could be the true bad guy.  Maybe any of them, given the chance, would make the song that would become the only song anyone would sing ever again, the entire world locked in a musical virus infected and stuck together globally forever in one singularity of song.  But he had to take a chance and side with someone, and Shaggy and Scooby, sorry Scott and Scooter, just made sense.  If you canât figure out whose side anyone is on, how do you fight?  How do you know youâre fighting the right fight?  The only thing he knew for sure was that if that song were to be created and unleashed upon the world, it would forever change the way everyone lived.  It would disrupt the entire planet, all of humanity.  The musical virus would transmit from person to person without so much of a hope of anyone ever stopping it.  Music is already quite contagious even without the secret chord⊠But with that secret Leonard Cohen chord?  The music world and anything that relied on it would grind to a halt, and for all he knew, everything else would too⊠coffee shops, bars and pubs, everywhere around the world, anywhere a show could be playedâall of it stopped.  All concerts, festivals, pro sports games, Broadway shows even!  Everything stops, the music just stops.  It would in-fact include anywhere thereâs music and people gathering together, even birthday parties where they might sing the Happy Birthday song, or weddings, anywhere anyone gathered in groups and music could be heard, would be done... Award shows just like this⊠ Movie theaters around the world, Hollywood and The Whales⊠All of it would be shutdown.  Roll up the red carpet and put it in storage.  Shut it all down.
And you say, well that would never happen!  COACHELLA CANCLED?  IMPOSSIBLE!  Scott Borchetta used to think the same thing, but he knew it not only could now, it will happen⊠It was only a matter of time until it did.  Coachella, with itâs roots dating all the way back to the seventies London punk scene, the anarchy of the eighties and Goldenvoice giving a voice to so many musicians⊠Would be stopped in its tracks by a newarchy, the song to end all other songs.
âScott, just chill, Billie has my number, she promised me she wouldnât lose it! Â I was like, Billie, Billie donât lose my number! Â And she was like, I wonât. Â I promise.â
Scott ground his teeth. Â âFine. Â Okay everyone, like, letâs not split up, we just, we NEED to stay together. Â Come on, we need to catch up to them.â Â They hurried along the side of the building to catch up with Carl Lyle the lawyer, and, with Kymmie and the cat. Â About ten feet ahead of Carl, with her phone raised ready to snap a photo, Kymmie followed the frisky feline. Â She stalked the cat slowly as it strolled along strutting its stuff.
Just then the cat stopped in front of what looked like a stage door, the kind you would see just outside a Broadway show, where fans gather after shows for autographs from their favorite cast member, the door was wide open. Â The cat looked back and meowed.
âAwwwww, itâs sooo cute!â Kymmie held out her phone and steadied the shot.  She spoke to the cat.  âOkay Taylorâs cat⊠STAY STILL!  I just need to snap a photoâŠâ  Before Kymmie could take the photo the cat disappeared through the door.  âWHYYYYYYY!?!?!?!  Oh no, no no no, Iâm not giving up that easy, Iâm going to get this photo of you!â  Kymmie hovered just at the edge of the door.
âOh no, no no, YOU are NOT going in THERE.â Â Carl slid between her and the door.
âYes, I am. Â I need to get this photo!â Â She argued putting a hand on her waist.
Scott pointed at the door. Â âNo, this isnât right, there shouldnât be a door just wide open, especially a stage door.â
âBut this is the theater! Â This door leads into the theater! Â Maybe this is where we want to be anyway? Â Weâll find Billie inside and everything will work out, AFTER I get my photo of Taylor Swiftâs cat. Â Look, it even says STAGE DOOR right above the door on that sign!â
Scott shook his head, âThatâs a handwritten sign! Â Or, hand painted? Â Hang on a minute, I know that handwriting, thatâs Taylorâs handwriting and the paint on the sign still looks wet.â Â A little bit of paint was running from one of the letters dripping down a few inches, Â âThere wouldnât just be a hand painted sign. Â Still wet, I might add.â
âHow do you know itâs Taylorâs handwriting?â Â The Arianator questioned.
âBecause, I know her handwriting, I Just do. Â And the sign aside thereâs something else off about all of this. Â No, this is just not right, there should be securityâno one would just leave a door wide open. Â Itâs just so out of place. Â ESPECIALLY a stage door.â
âWell, maybe the streets are blocked off and no one else is allowed back here. Â Did you consider that Mr. Hot Shot Scott?â Â Kymmie was determined to win this door debate.
âThen we wouldnât be standing here!â Â He argued back.
âMaybe they blocked it off after we got through? Â We saw that one person in the orange vest with the radio, you knowââ
âNo, NO, thereâs something not right about this. Â I agree with Scott.â Â The lawyer crossed his arms and stood in front of the door like a bouncer. Â âNo one is going in there.â
Justin walked over to stand beside Kymmie and peered in the doorway trying to get a glimpse of the cat. Â âSo, if that IS Taylor Swiftâs cat, why would it just be walking around outside?â
âMaybe she brings her cats to every performance and lets them walk around before the show.â Â The Arianator said shrugging. Â âMaybe the cat just wanted to go for a walk outside.â
âI highly doubt that.â Â The lawyer said shaking his head.
âWell, Iâm going to follow it.â
âNo. Â You canât go in there.â Â The lawyer shook his head again.
âI need to! Â I need a photo! Â If I donât take a photo no one is going to believe me. Â SO, outta the way!â Â She disappeared through the door after dashing around the lawyer. Â He reached out throwing his arms in her direction but caught only air.
âOkay, everyone, weâre just going to have to follow her.â Â The lawyer decreed turning to enter the doorway.
âWhat?â Â Scott was taken by surprise. Â âI think in the best interest of everyone else here we should just stayââ
âJust follower her!â Â He barked, and stepped through the door.
âI donât know about anyone else but I get the feeling this is a really bad idea, and I just wanted to say I think this just might be the worst idea of all time⊠Of all time.â  Kanye said from the back of the group.
âIt is.â Â Scott said in an ominous tone. Â âIâm pretty sure I know exactly where this is going.â
âYeah, but itâs actually a little bit fun, in a way⊠You know?â  Justin cracked his knuckles.  âItâs like weâre entering some sort of carnival funhouse.  Life on the edge, Taylor Swift style, I say bring on the funhouse mirrors!â
A spellbound maker of broken hearted lovers.
The hallway was dark at first until their eyes began to adjust. Â âWhatâs that?â Â One of them said, âA candy bar wrapper?â Â Another suggested. Â It was not a candy bar wrapper, it was the silhouette of the cat that could still be spotted as it trotted, no, gallivanted down a lengthy hallway and in through another doorway at the very end. Â The walls were painted all black with very dim lightingâblack light to be exactâthe telltale glow of random objects and pieces of clothing made for a fun distraction from the current distraction of their original task, a funhouse indeed, Swiftie style. Â They followed Kymmie into an area that resembled some sort of unused dressing room, various props were strewn about: Strange hats and clothing, odds and ends. Â There were mirrors along the walls with old fashioned looking light bulbs along the edge of every mirror. Â Each mirror was outlined in lavishly painted gold wooden frames. Â The mirrors were makeup mirrors, most likely from backstage Broadway. Â Itâs possible they were replicas, but they appeared to be genuinely vintage. Â The cat sat on a chair in front of one of the mirrors, the chair appeared to be antique looking and also genuinely vintage. Â The only light in the room came from the menagerie glowing glass makeup mirror bulbs.
Kymmie the teen Arianator turned back to the others and held her finger to her lips⊠âShhhhhhh.â  She said softly.  âI need silence, I donât want to scare the cat.â
She crept up on the cat slowly, steadying her phone to snap a picture. Â âThis is going to look soooo cool with this lighting.â Â She whispered.
She took the photo and as soon a she did, the cat shifted slightly then paused. Â She took another photo. Â Then the cat moved again and paused once more.
âUmm⊠Is anyone else seeing this?â  She asked in a normal voice.  The cat was obviously not scared.
Oak stepped forward towards the cat. Â âThe cat is posing. Â It looks like itâs posing for the photos!â
âIt is.â Â Scott commented from a corner of the room, Â âItâs doing exactly what Taylor does when sheâs on the red carpet being photographed.â
âYeah, I think youâre right.â Â Pop added. Â âWeird. Â Very weird.â
Kymmie kept snapping pictures and the cat kept changing poses to mimic Taylorâs red carpet looks. Â âSo weird. Â But also kind of cool because, I mean, you donât see a cat posing for photos every day. Â Do you think Taylor taught her cat how to pose like that?â
âI bet she did. Â I feel like thatâs something she would do.â Â Justin replied.
After several poses the cat jumped off the chair.
Kymmie swiped through the photos and picked her favorites, then uploaded them in a post.
âOooo Iâve already got hearts! Â I literally just posted this!â
âWhat? Â You posted them?â Â Scott stepped towards Kymmieâs phone to see. Â His voice contained a slight sense of urgency.
âYeah, what did you think I was going to do? Â Thatâs the point of taking a picture, so you can post it online. Why would you take a picture that no one is going to immediately look at and put hearts on it and write comments about?â
âWell, itâs about deciding and taking the time to decide who you want the photo to be shown to⊠You know, when I was your age, we had to wait to get pictures developed, or you could get them turned into slides to show them on a projector provided you had a projector and a screen and an audience to show them toâŠâ
âYeah yeah yeahâŠâ  Kymmie waved him away.
âYeah, get the times pops.â Â Justin said.
âMe?â Â Pop Wansel asked.
âNot YOU Pop, I mean Scotty B too hottie over here.  Slides⊠Photos developed, waiting for things?  Talk about dating yourself, dude.  No one has done that for, like, decades.  Everythingâs instant now, like popcorn.  You know the only reason weâre in this mess is because of that Elvis Porter Easter Egg sound you found on tape.  TAPE!  Old technology got us in this mess in the first place.â
Pop interjected some of his wisdom into the situation. Â âWell, thereâs going to be messes no matter what technology you use. Â Old or new, the mess will always exist. Â Mess just finds a way no matter what the technology of the day happens to be. Â Thatâs the human flaw. Â We think weâll be happier if we fix things. Â If I could just fix this, or get beyond this current mess, or problem, or conundrum, all will be well. Â But itâs not true, thereâs always going to be problems, so happiness and contentment is in finding piece with the moment no matter what the situation is currently. Â Sometimes you learn from the current situation to make a better decision that leads to a better outcome in the future. Â And while itâs good to work towards making things better, no doubt, sometimes you have to accept some things the way they are in the moment, because not every problem can be fixed.â
âLike accepting that I posted the cat photos!â Â Kymmie said making a face at Scott.
âYou need to take the post down.â Â Scott said with slight fear in his voice.
âWhat? Â No! Â Look at all these hearts Iâm getting! Â This is going to be trending in NO time. Â And I will be famous. Â Hello red carpet, here I come!â
âYou know, the carpet isnât always redder on the other side.â Â The lawyer commented his perspective and a warning to Kymmie that maybe everything she is seeking isnât waiting at the end of a red carpet rainbow. Â Maybe it is, but maybe it isnât.
âTaylorâs going to see it! Â Her team of Swifties are Taylurking right now.â Â Scott shouted.
âNo theyâre not, sheâs busy getting ready for the show or whatever⊠Oooo I just got a comment!  WHOA.  Oh my god itâs from Emma Watson!  WHAT?  Whoaaaaaaa.  No way!  She said⊠âI see you found the cat.  Thatâs Mr. Whittingtonâs Cat â xx Emma.â Weird.â  Kymmie looked up from her phone, âMr. Whittingtonâs cat?  No itâs not, itâs Taylorâs cat.  Itâs Taylor Swiftâs cat.  Whoâs Mr. Whittington?  What is she even talking about?  Why is Emma Watson commenting on my post?  What does she mean by I see you found the cat?  Iâm going to comment back and ask her how she can tell itâs not Taylorâs cat.  Because this is TOTALLY Taylorâs cat.â
Kymmie commented and Emma immediately commented back.
âWow, that was fast, how did she comment back so fast?  Okay, she said, you can tell by the cat collar, look at the collar, it says London Gold on the collar.  London Gold?  Oh yeah, it does say London Gold.  I wonder what that meansâŠ. London Gold⊠This is soooo crazy right now.  WHOA Iâm getting more comments!â
âDELETE. THE. POST. NOW!â Â Scott reached for the phone but Kymmie turned in the opposite direction, classic basketball move. Â Scott caught an armful of air.
âWhat, why? Â No. Â Emma Watson commented on it! Â Iâm not going to delete it. Â Sheâs a very high profile celebrity! Â You obviously donât know about the importance of reputation in the influencer game. Â Iâm going to ask her what London Gold means.â
She commented the question and, again, Emma immediately commented back, the comment was so quick it was as if she were simply thinking the comment instead of actually typing it out.
âShe said, read the story of Dick Whittingtonâs cat. Â Whoâs Dick Whittington? Â Whatâs so special about his cat? Â Also, how did she write that reply so fast, no one can possibly type that fast! Â Ooooo, she included a link, it says, âclick on this linkâ. Â Should I click on the link?â
âNO! Â Donât CLICK ON THAT!â Â Scott shouted at her. Â He reached out again for the phone but Kymmie was too quick. Â She ducked, dribbled, passed the phone to Justin, and he passed it back to her.
âDelete it, or give me the phone.â Â The lawyer said sternly.
âNo.â Â Kymmie argued back. Â She tossed the phone back and forth to Justin, Kanye, Oak, and Pop as Scott and the Lawyer attempted to snatch the phone trying to catch it midair.
âGive me the phone or delete the post.  You have ten seconds.â  The lawyer began counting down from ten, like a parent not putting up with anymore from a child, âTen, nine, eightâŠâ
The phone landed back in Kymmieâs hands, âFine!  Ugh.  Iâll delete it, let me just screen cap it first as proof for my friends⊠ Wait this is weird⊠It wonât let me even click on any options to screen cap.  Itâs like my phone is stuck on this post.  I canât do anything.  Let me try to get to the menu⊠Itâs not letting me do anything now!  Here, look, Iâm even trying to delete it, nothing is working.â
âWhat?!â Â Scott said in a worried voice.
âIt says this post is now managed by AlisonThirteen. Â Whoâs AlisonThirteen? Â Only AlisonThirteen or a moderator from her team may modify or delete the post.â
âOh no.â Â Scott said, his eyes wide with fear.
âWhat? Â Why did you say oh no?â Â Kymmie said looking up from her phone.
âNever mind. Â Thereâs nothing we can do about it now.â Â Scott looked around the room seemingly searching for something, âbut what am I looking forâ, he thought to himself.
âWell, since I canât delete it Iâm going to comment back, it seems to still let me click on the comment box. Â This is Taylorâs cat, not some Mr. Whittingtonâs cat. Â Are you sure I shouldnât just click on the link Emma sent? Â I mean isnât that what links are for? Â Someone sends you a link, you just click, I mean, right? Â Like, links have to be clicked! Â You canât not click on the link, you have to click it! Â Donât think, just click!â
âDO NOT CLICK ON ANY LINKS!â Â The lawyer and Scott shouted at the same time.
âOkay fine, calm down. Â I wonât click on it. Â Iâll just ask Emma to tell me who Mr. Whittington is.â
âTechnically youâre tapping on it, since youâre using your finger, clicking would indicate you have a mouse. Â Anyway, speaking of mice, maybe the cat is both? Â Maybe itâs Taylorâs cat and Mr. Whittingtonâs cat. Â That is to say, if Taylor adopted it, perhaps it was someone elseâs cat before it was hers.â Â Everyone acknowledged Oak Felderâs wisdom.
âWell, but, that would make it Schrodingerâs cat.â Â The lawyer added.
âOr, given our history, maybe she catnapped it.â Â Justin offered, still annoyed about what the Swifties did to Sushi and Tuna.
âWhose cat? Â Iâm confused.â Â The Arianator said after typing out a quick comment.
âItâs a thought experiment where the cat can be two things at the same time. Â Taylorâs cat and Mr. Whittingtonâs cat.â
âI donât get it.â Â She replied.
âItâs like that song by One Direction.â Â Oak began. Â âSheâs beautiful because she doesnât know sheâs beautiful and thatâs what makes her beautiful. Â But since heâs telling her sheâs beautiful in the song, she now knows sheâs beautiful. Â So, can she still be beautiful, even though she now knows it, since not knowing sheâs beautiful is what makes her beautiful? Â In telling her that sheâs beautiful, wouldnât that change the statement because the state of her not knowing she is beautiful is what makes her beautiful.â
âIs there going to be an exam after this? Â I feel like I should be taking notes.â Â Justin asked.
âThis is confusing.â Â Kymmie replied.
âOr, maybe itâs the perspective of the person looking at the cat?â Â Oak continued, Â âIt appears to be different depending on who looks at it. Â Maybe itâs like looking in the mirror, unless you knew it was a mirror, and you had never seen an image of yourself so as to know what you look like, how would you know itâs a reflection? Â The mirror would be the cat, but depending on who looks at the cat, that changes which cat is seen.â
âWait⊠Thatâs strangeâŠâ  Kymmie said looking at the picture on her phone.  âSorry, Oak, Iâm listening to you, but also, Iâm not.â
âWhatâs strange?â Â Scott asked, his voice now more urgent sounding, a concerned tone.
âThereâs something weird about this picture. Â I canât quite figure it out though.â Â She stared at the phone.
âLet me see the photosâŠ.â  Scott walked over to her and put on a pair of glasses, then inspected the photos closely. âYouâre taking these photos directly in front of the mirror, but I donât see you in the mirror⊠ We need to get out of here.  This is a trap!â  His face looked as if he has seen a ghost.
âBut, how does that work? Â Itâs so fascinating.â Â She walked over to the mirror and stood in front of it. Â She could clearly see her reflection. Â She pulled out her phone to take a mirror selfie but remember the phone was locked to the post. Â âSomeone give me your phone!â Â Justin tossed his phone to her. Â She caught it and snapped a selfie. Â âWeird. Iâm not in the photo. Â Itâs just the mirror reflecting the wall behind me.â Â She tossed the phone back to Justin. Â Everyone else gathered around his phone to look at the photo. Â The teen moved closer to the mirror. Â She looked at her self and thought who else had stood before this very same mirror. Â She fixed her hair. Â How many others had fixed their hair while they looked at their reflection, their impurities, imperfectnessâmade perfect with makeup for the stage. Â A peculiar thought popped into her head and she wondered the same thing about a song; if listening to a song were like looking in a mirror, or hearing into a mirror, how many others had also listened to that same song, any song. Â Felt the same feelings. Â Each and every song had a list of those who heard the song, and some lists for some songs included nearly everyone on the planet, while others just a select few. Â There were undoubtedly songs that nearly everyone in the world had heard at one point another. Â But, even with the same song everyoneâs experience of that song is different. Â Everyone has different memories, emotional responses, to some the song can mean one thing, and to another, something completely different, Taylor Swiftâs cat or Mr. Whittingtonâs cat. Â Itâs the same cat, but we all view it differently. Â But what if there were a way for everyone to feel the same way when listening to a song. Â If you remove the reflection from the mirror, isnât it the same experience for anyone who looks into it? Â If we canât see ourselves, we all see the same thing, right?
Conceivably the whole world could be connected together by a hand full of songs. Â Wouldnât it be such a strange sensation to somehow be able to connect with anyone who has ever listened to the same song as you? Â Or what if such a song existed that everyone had listened to at least once, or even the entire world continued to listen to on repeat, a song connecting the entire human population together, as one. Â Seeing everyone in the world, or rather hearing everyone as one mirrorâan audio mirror. Â But, what would an audio mirror look like, or sound like, or be like?
Thereâs feedback, when a microphone is pointed at a speaker, or a guitar is placed directly in front of an amp, but is that it?  It canât be.  Feedback sounds terrible.  But, looking into a mirror is⊠captivating.  It would have to be like looking into a mirror.  Seeing oneâs own reflection, but in the song.  Can one listen into a recording the way they can look into a mirror?  But instead of seeing you, itâs everyone; or maybe itâs blank, because a blank space has the potential to be anyone in that mirror.  But isnât the possibility of reflection, at least, for sound, the absence of sound?  In which case, wouldnât a sound mirror be⊠Shared silence?
If itâs not silence then how would a mirror for the ears even work?  Would it be like knowing you shared that song with others just as you can imagine others have looked in the same mirror as you?  She thought about how a song, could have the power to make you feel less imperfect, the right song could lift you up and make you feel amazing, just as makeup can conceal imperfections, make you feel a higher level of beautiful.  Music, in a way, is like makeup for your mind, and heart and soul⊠but itâs more than that, it has the power to make you feel an entire range of emotions.  Music can change your entire state of being on the inside and no one on the outside would ever know you changed.  It didnât just cover something up like makeup did; it had the power to make you feel beautiful from the inside out.  To truly connect with a song either alone, with another person, or with the whole world, music could make you feel something that words canât really describe.  And hearing the right song?  It changes you, sometimes, forever.
Suddenly the lights flickered.  They stayed for a moment in their dimly lit state before shutting off entirely.  A glowing silhouetted image of Taylor could be seen in the mirrors for only a second before fading away as the lights flickered back on.  Her song Style played.  Maybe it was Style, the duration of the clip was extremely short, so short that it was impossible to really tell if they had actually heard anything at all or just imagined it.  It was just a tiny bit of Style, just enough style, a small amount of Style.  The sound entered their ear drums and into their brains⊠No time to put on special Swiftie sound canceling headphones, no time to cover their ears....  They were quite possibly Swifted, ever so Swiftly, and yet ever so slightly, just a tiny little bit of Swiftie in their minds⊠We never go out of style⊠We never go out of StyleâŠ
Each of Taylorâs exes flashed in the makeup mirrors, as though they were trapped behind the mirrors, handwritten lyrics could be seen below each one of Taylorâs exes, their portrait glowed in the mirror, trapped behind the lyrics.
âPoor souls, trapped forever in the lyrics of songs⊠Taylor Swift, the spellbound maker of broken hearted loversâŠâ  Scott spoke quietly to himself, seemingly un-phased, as though he knew this day would eventually come, like he knew for years.  Scott knew the power of trapping someone in a song for all eternity, any good songwriter knew the power, and Taylor did too, she knew what it did, she knew it better than anyone, after all, her first hit song was named Tim McGraw⊠Write a song about someone and they are forever trapped in that song, and the more popular it becomes, the more trapped that person becomes.  Taylor was one of the best in the business; she could spin a song spell quite well, much better than most.  The spellbound maker of broken hearted lovers, she got rich and famous singing songs of wonder⊠Now weâre all under her spell.
They say you fight fire with fire, or in this case, an interruption with a distraction, and as everyone knows cats make the best distractions
âOkay this is kind of creeping me out a little.â Â Justin admitted after the lights flicked back on full.
âWhat was that you said about how itâs like a fun houseâŠâ Kanye poked fun at The Biebs.
âYeah, Ye, but, that was before any of this flickering lights and the man in the mirror stuff happened!â
âYeah, Iâm done with this cat, letâs go back!  Kymmie ran to the door that lead to the hallway and pushed against it, âThe door⊠ Itâs locked from the other side!  I donât even remember there being a door here before!  I just remember we were in the hallway of black lights, and my shoelaces were glowing and then we walked in here, I know there was an open doorway but I donât remember a door, and maybe itâs because I was paying too much attention to my glowing shoelaces, and the cat of course⊠Did anyone else remember a door?  Did anyone else hear it close?â  She franticly shoved her body against the door trying to open it.
âYou need to calm down.â Â A voice said.
âOkay, who said that⊠Because it didnât sound like any of us.â  Kymmie backed away from the door, almost in tears, officially freaked the heck out.  âIâm officially freaked the heck out!â
âIt wasnât any of us...â Â Scott said in an eerie âthis is the end for usâ type of voice.
âThereâs probably a speaker somewhere in the room and Taylor is just trying to messing with us by making it seem like the sound came from within the room.  EVERYONE, itâs okay, I have cats, I can handle this.â  Justin put his hands out and walked over to the cat.  âOkay cat⊠Unlock the door!â  Justin crouched in order to look the cat in the eyes.  The cat stared back for a few seconds.
      âYou know I have a name.  Itâs Tom.  My name is Tom.  Not⊠âOkay catâ.â  The cat said in a very royal British accent.
      Justin stood up and backed away.  âDid anyone else just hear the cat talk, or was that just me?â
      âOh yes, yes, I believe the cat definitely just talked.  That was the cat talking is what that was.  Yes, thatâs, uhhhh, thatâs a, ummm, what do you call it, itâs uh⊠a talking cat. Yes, I believe, thatâs uhhh, what that is.â  Scott said in his Jeff Goldblum voice.
âHoly crap, Taylorâs cat just talked!â Â Kymmie yelled out, âHoly crap the cat just talked. Â Taylor Swiftâs cat just talked, you guys, TAYLOR SWIFTâS CAT JUST TALKED!!! Â What is going on here? OH MY GOD, you guys, what the actual flipping heck is happening right now. Â TAYLORâS CAT TALKED!â Â
âYeah, we heard you the first time. Â How many times are you going to say that?â Â Justin said to Kymmie.
âWell, Iâm sorry, JUSTIN, Iâm kinda freaking out!â Â Kymmie started to freak out fully. Â âThis is not real, Iâm dreaming this right now, this is a dream and then Iâm going to wake up and itâs not going to be real. Â Cats donât talk in real life.â Â Her voice quivered with fear as the words escaped her mouth.
âLove,â The cat said still in a royal but now nonchalant British accent, âI do say, love, in the words of my very lovely owner, you really need to calm down.â
âWhaaaaaa⊠Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH!  Calm down?  Iâm talking to Taylor Swiftâs cat!  How am I supposed to calm down?  I just said that to a cat.  Oh my gosh⊠OH MY GOSH!!!  I just replied to a cat.  Iâm talking to Taylor Swiftâs cat!â
âCould you be a dear, love, and tell Emma I said hello.â
âUmm, what? Â Youâre telling me to comment back to tell Emma Watson that you say hello?â Â Suddenly her fear floated away, and she felt peaceful, filled with love and complete calm. Â Her fear changed to immediate curiosity. Â âOkay. Â I mean, sure.â Â She said to the cat. Â âShould I do it?â Â She asked the room.
âI say go for it.â  The Biebs said also in a mellow tone.  âWhy do I suddenly feel so relaxed?  This cat just seems so chill.  Like, heâs such a cool cat.  Cool cat⊠cooool⊠caaaat.â
âWhy does the cat have a British accent?â Â Kymmie asked.
âI donâ know, why?â Â Justin answered.
âItâs not a joke. Â Iâm asking.â Â Kymmie replied.
âOh⊠Doesnât Taylor take her cats over to England?â  Justin suggested as a possible explanation.
âCatâs canât get accents⊠CATâS CANT TALK!â  Kymmie replied.
âWell apparently this one does.â Â Justin replied back.
âNo!  This is a trick.â  Scott struggled to shout.  âDonât... talk⊠to itâŠâ  His shouting melted away as he struggled to maintain intensity in his voice.  âNo.â  He tried to fight the relaxing mellow feeling hitting his mind. Had he been Swifted?  He wondered.  He felt like that moment right after you wake up from a dream.  Reality seemed foggy.
âI mean, it is a talking cat.  How can we not talk to it?â  Oak Felder offered, he too now slightly subdued.  âI think Justin is right, I feel so⊠tranquil.â
âWe canât talk to it⊠Because, like, we have⊠Uh⊠ Ummm⊠something else we are supposed to be doing.  We neeeeeeeeed to contact⊠Billie.â  Scott reaffirmed.  He motioned with his hands to Kanye.  His hand eye coordination felt slightly off.  He felt like everything was in slow motion.
âLike, but itâs a talking cat. Â Maaaaaaan.â Â The Ariantor tried to argue back but she continued to feel more mellow, and free, and full of love. Â âWeâve got plenty of time anyway. Â Time is slooooooooooooooow right now. Â And Iâm sure Billie will call Justin when she canât find us.â
âYeah.â  He checked his phone.  âSee, Mr. Scott B⊠no missed calls.  And full bars on my service.  And look how big the screen is right now.â  The screen appeared to Justin to be the size of a TV screen.  Everyone else saw the screen of his phone appear to grow right before their eyes.
âWhoaaaaaaaaaâŠâ  They all said in unison.
âWell⊠Okay.â  Scott replied convinced as he possibly could muster in his catatonic like state.  He looked at Carl who looked at his watch then gave a concerned look back which eventually melted away to just a shrug of the shoulders.
âSo, your name is Tom?â Â Oak Felder inquired of the cat.
âYes. Â Ground control to Major Tom. Â Tom here!â Â The cat was peppy and spoke in a perfectly upbeat voice, a bit on the cheeky side though. Â Everyone honed in on the voice unable to pay attention to anything else but the cat.
The Arianator made a face like she was thinking very hard. Â âNone of Taylorâs cats are named Tom. Â So, you canât be Taylorâs cat then.â Â
âAh, but you are undoubtedly misinformed.â
âHow so?â Â Oak asked further, curious.
âWas I not adopted? Â Could I not have two names? Â Could I not have an identify from a previous owner? Â Or, maybe even a previous life!â
âWell⊠Yeah, I guess.â  Oak replied.  Everyone else nodded in agreement.
Scott broke free for a moment from his mellow state, âEveryone, stop talking to the cat!  He wants you to pay attention to him.â  Scott tried to intervene; he knew what the cat was up to.  He tried to shake off his euphoric Swiftie feeling, that feeling that he had just woken up from a dream but was still dreaming.  Shake it off, he thought, shake it off⊠Oh no⊠Taylorâs lyrics were just too infectious.  Shake it off⊠Shake it offâŠ
Justin stepped forward. Â âBut, I have to know now, I have to know everything about this talking cat. Â Plus, Scotty too hottie, just trust me, yo, Billie Eilish will call when she needs us all. Â I just have a funny feeling she will, thatâs all.â
âNice rhyme bro.â Â Kanye fist bumped Justin.
âThanks.â Â Justin gave his âcoolâ look back that he often uses in a lot of photos. Â The âIâm Justin Bieber level of cool because I am Justin Bieberâ look. Â You know the look.
âI HAVE TO KNOW TOO!â  The Arianator said.  âIâm soooo curious.  I canât explain it, like⊠Iâm soooo curious to know.  I have to know.  I want to know, I NEED to know.  Look at the cat!  Heâs sooooo cute.â
âHavenât you ever heard the tale of Dick Whittington and his cat?â  The cat said his British accent, very royal sounding.  Like he could have been a cat for the Queen of England herself.  Except that the Queen of England has dogs⊠Doesnât she?  I think so, yes, she does, I just looked it up.  She may have a cat, but I canât find any search results that prove that.
âUmmmâŠâ  The Arianator scratched her head.  Justin also thought for a moment.
âOh no.â Â Scott said in a quiet voice.
âWhat?â Â The lawyer said back.
âThis IS a trap. Â Taylor IS trapping us.â Â He looked around the room, not sure what he was looking for, mostly out of desperation for a solution, or a clue, anything.
âHow do you know for sure?â Â The lawyer said quietly to Scott.
âI just⊠know.  This is her.â
The teen held up her phone. Â âEmma Watson just commented back, she said itâs definitely Dick Whittingtonâs cat. Â Also she said, âTell Tom I said hello, xx -Eâ.â Â She looked at the cat. Â âYou talk to Emma Watson?â
âYes.â Â The cat replied.
âDo you talk to Taylor Swift too?â Â She asked.
âNot like I chat with Emma, no, Taylor just knows my routine already, so thereâs no need for human words. Â She just knows me, as I am her cat. Â We have an unspoken agreement.â
Kymmie thought for a moment.  âThat makes sense⊠I think.  Wait⊠Why do you talk to Emma Watson?â
âWell, itâs a long story but⊠have you ever heard of the ten days of silence?â
âI think so, yeah. Â Is that where you go somewhere and donât speak for ten days? Â You just sit there and meditate?â
âClose enough.  You seeâŠâ  The cat walked about the room as he spoke, âsheâs one of the few individuals in the world who have successfully completed the ten days of silence.  When you spend ten days in silence you⊠Well, some individuals, anyway, with a certain predisposition to âclairvoyant abilitiesâ start to experience alternative forms of worldly communication.  Your brain starts to seek out other ways to connect to other living beings.â
âBut how?â  The Arianator asked, eager to know more.  Everyone elseâs attention was fixated on the cat.  Everyone was eager to know more about Emma Watsonâs predisposition to âclairvoyant abilitiesâ.  They were completely forgetting they had somewhere else to be⊠at least for now.  But, that was the point, wasnât it? Welcome to the game show called The Cat Always Wins⊠Staring Tom Whittington Swift, Taylor Swift, and a guest appearance by Emma Watson, and of course, our lovely contestants⊠Can they win against the cat or will the cat win again?  Find out, on The Cat Always Wins!  Spoiler alert, the cat always wins!
EDITOR: If the cat always wins, why would anyone watch that?
WRITER: Because, itâs a cat! Â Also, itâs not a question of if the cat always wins, itâs a question of HOW the cat always wins! Â Itâs like how you know the good girl is always going to defeat the bad guy, but you watch it anyway to find out how!
EDITOR: Producer?
PRODUCER: Executive producer?
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Iâll allow it. Â Continue the story.
PRODUCER: Management likes it. Â Allowed.
EDITOR: Okay, continue the story.
WRITER: Thanks, I will. Â Iâm glad I have a whole team of people who arenât directly involved in creating this content telling me what I can and cannot write.
EDITOR, PRODUCER, EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Thatâs what weâre here for!
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: I just pitched the show âThe Cat Always Winsâ to my bosses⊠The owners of everything.  They like it!  Hurry up and finish this so we can start working on The Cat Always Wins.
WRITER: Itâs not a real show!
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Â Well it wonât ever be with an attitude like that! Â Letâs make it happen! Â Think like the cat, because, remember, The Cat Always Wins! Â We already bought the rights!
WRITER: So this is what it must be like to no longer have control of something you created.  To be at the whim of this creation that now controls your life.  Welcome to a new spin on the Taylor Swiftâs Masters Ownership Story⊠The Cat Always Wins.
âYeah. Â How is that even possible?â Â Justin inquired of the cat, eager to know more about Emma Watsonâs predisposition to âclairvoyant abilitiesâ. Â Everyone was eager to know more about Emma Watsonâs predisposition to âclairvoyant abilitiesâ.
âWell⊠It works just like any other form of communication.  What do you do when you need to talk to someone who isnât nearby?â
âUmmâŠâ  Justin scratched his head, pondering the question.  He felt groggy.  The Swiftie Style spell had clouded his thinking.
âYou catcall them!â Â The cat smiled. Â They sat with blank faces. Â âOkay, so, that was a joke, do any of you have a sense of humor? Â You guys feline okay? Â Whatâs the matter, cat got your tongue?â Â More blank faces. Â âWow, tough crowd in here.â
âI think Iâm watching a cat trying to do stand up.  What is life right now?â  The teen started to laugh, sort or, it was an âalmostâ laugh.  A bit of a âHa⊠HaâŠâ
âIf you need to speak to someone and they arenât in the room, you call them on your cell phone. Â Right? Â Pick up the phone and call them! Â You seek out an alternative form of communication! Â Like how youâre waiting for a phone call from your friend Billie. Â Right Justin?â
âOhhhhh.â Â Everyone nodded.
âSo, she can talk to cats after doing the ten days of silence thing? Â Like someone would pick up a phone and call someone? Â Although, who does THAT anymore, just message me.â
âI know right?â Â Everyone agreed. Â Well, everyone but Scott.
âI still talk on the phone.â Â Scott said.
âDonât make me say it.â Â Justin said back.
âSay what?â Scott asked.
âGet with the times pops!â
âI get the New York Times delivered digitally to my phone, does that count?â Â Scott stated.
âWell, thatâs a start.â Â Justin replied approvingly.
âYOU GUYS! Â Let the cat tell us more about Emma Watsonâs predisposition to âclairvoyant abilitiesâ!â Kymmie said in a strong voice, she was trying to yell but it came out as a half whisper.
âSorry. Â Go on cat.â Â Justin pointed to the cat.
âWhere was I? Â Oh, yes, well, she can do a lot more than just talk to cats. Â Emma Watsonâs powers of communications are unlike anyone else youâve ever met she has the ability to communicate beyondââ
âWAIT, hang on, who is Dick Whittington?â Â Kymmie interrupted. Â Just then her phone began to buzz and make noises like an arcade game or pinball machine, âWHOA, there are more celebrities commenting on this post! Florence Pugh just commented too! Â You are quite the popular cat, you know that? Â At least with famous British actresses it seems. Â Do you talk to Florence too?â Â Kymmie asked.
âWell, I have been known to draw a crowd or two. Â Especially in and around London.â Â The cat smiled confidently then purred slightly. âTo answer your question, no, I donât chat with Florence, only Emma. Â Ten days of silence, remember? Â Anyway, where was I? Â Ah yes, the story of Dick Whittington. Â Well, it goes as follows, a cat named Tom, made a fellow named Mr. Whittington wealthy because the cat had the ability to chase off rats.â
âBut, arenât YOU Mr. Whittingtonâs cat?â Â The lawyer cross-examined the cat suspiciously. Â âOr are you Taylorâs Cat?â
âMmmmm hmmm.â Â The cat replied.
âWell which is it?â Â The lawyer leaned in. Â âState whoâs cat you are for the jury!â
âHold on⊠When did this story take place?â  Justin asked, âBecause Iâm looking it up on my phone here and the story seems a lot older than you look.â  He held the giant phone up for everyone to see, and pulled out a laser pointer to emphasize his point, a presentation for all those present, just as one would make in a class or business meeting.  The cat resisted the urge to chase the red laser.
âAh, but perhaps, I have many lives. Â Nine? Â Or perhaps, I live longer than most cats. Â I could be an old soul, Mr. Whittingtonâs cat, in a new body, Taylor Swiftâs cat.â
âMmm hmmmm⊠Well, Mr. Whittingtonâs cat, if you are who you say you are, shouldnât you be chasing rats then?â  The lawyer grabbed the laser pointer out of Justin Bieberâs hand and aimed it on the floor.  The cat pawed at it a few times then stopped himself, not giving in to the lawyerâs tricks.
âChasing away rats is what I do best.â Â He said with a smirk, then snickered. Â Two other snickers could be heard from elsewhere. Â The snickers of two other catsâcreeping somewhere in the shadows.
âOkay, well, Mr. Whittingtonâs cat, shouldnât you be chasing rats RIGHT NOW then?â Â The lawyer counter argued.
âI am.â Â Mr. Whittingtonâs cat replied. Â The two unseen cats snickered again.
âWhat?â Justin said, taken aback by Scottâs facial reaction to what the cat had just said. Â Everyone stared at Scott. Â It was as though all the blood had drained entirely from Scottâs face, he looked woozy.
Scott let out a gasp, âOh no⊠Weâre the rats!â He exclaimed in a quiet voice.
The cat sprawled out on the floor holding his paws up turning his head to look at everyone upside down, a distractingly cute pose, âUh, what I mean to say is, did you know that Emma Watson is going to be the next Queen of England?â
âNo sheâs not.â Â Kymmie argued back.
âWhoa, whoa, whoa⊠Stop trying to change the subject there, Tom!â  Scott walked over to face the cat.
âI am doing no such thing, I am simply stating a fact. Â And given that YOU still havenât told Emma I said hello, I think that I have the floor! Â Additionally, considering that I have four appendages and you all only have two, that counts doubly for me.â
âTHAT DOESNâT EVEN MAKE SENSE!â Â Scott huffed. Â âThatâs not how it works, youâre a cat you have four feet! Â Also, none of your paws are on the floor right now, theyâre all up in the air and youâre waiving them around like you just donât care! Â You donât have the floor at all!â
âWell, itâs a metaphorical floor⊠Or metafloorical if you will⊠Ohhhh, zing⊠ Thanks, Iâll be here all night!â  The other two mystery cats snickered, âAnd so will youâŠâ Thomas Whittington Swift said in a quiet voice.
âStop trying to distract us, I want to go back to what you said before⊠Hang on, what do you mean by, and so will you, I HEARD thatâŠâ  Scott stared at the cat dubiously.
âWhat was I saying before? Â Oh yes, about Emma Watson being the next Queen of England, I agree, we should discuss that!â
âNo, thatâs not what I was referring to⊠â  Scott replied pointing his index finger at the cat. Â
WRITER: Oh thatâs too perfect, weâre gonna âyes andâ that meme reference, letâs run with that bitâŠ
We see Kymmie rush over to Scottâs side. Â And, we see, a plate of food sitting on a table appear in front of the cat. Â And the cat is now sitting behind the table with the plate of food on the table in front of the cat. Â Scott points at the cat with an upset look on his face and Kymmie stands beside Scott. Â She has an upset look on her face too. Â Theyâre both yelling at the cat.
And continue sceneâŠ
âNo hold on, Tom, you know itâs just not possible for Emma to be the next Queen of England. Â Sheâs not in the royal family.â Â Oak pointed out that very important detail that would stop Emma from ever becoming Queen of England.
âGive me one reason why Emma wouldnât make a good Queen of England?â Â The cat questioned his court.
Everyone stood silent, unable to come up with an objection to the statement. Â âThe cat makes a good point.â Kymmie said.
âI donât have an counterargument against that exact suggestion.â Â Oak stated.
âEmma is IN like a gin and tonic at a dancehall.â Â The cat said springing to his feet and tossing the plate of food off the table, he jumped up onto the table and walked around like he was on the floor of congress, or parliamentâor on the table of congress or parliament because heâs on a table.
âThat doesnât make sense. Â Weâre not saying she wouldnât make a good Queen, weâre just saying you know there are other people in the royal family, right? Â There are so many people in line to be next, and Emma Watson is NOT one of those people! Â Obviously, if she were, according to the governing law, in line for the throne, she would surely be fit for Queen of England. Â Iâm sure not a single person would object.â Â The lawyer joined the Emma Watson for Queen of England debate and argued his talking point.
âBut perhaps she could be an honorary member of the family.  Or, maybe, she secretly IS next in lineâŠâ  The cat purred, satisfied with his debate performance.
âThe cat is lying to us!â  Scott finally managed to break free from the Style spell and fully wake from the relaxed state⊠ âEveryone weâre getting off topic here!  Weâre letting the cat distract us from what we need to do!â
The cat spoke swiftly, âWhy would I lie?  I have no reason to lie.  I was just lying down, yes, but thatâs a different kind of lie.  Lie, lay⊠Lying.â  More snickering from the two mystery cats hidden in the shadows.
âNo, no, no, everyone, quiet!â Â Kymmie yelled. Â âIâm going to win this argument. Â Iâm asking her right now on this comment post if she is part of the royal family.â Â The teen typed on her phone.
âTell her I said hello too!â Â The casual cat slid the comment in very smoothly.
Kymmie stopped typing. Â âWait, if you and Emma can talk through your minds, or whatever, why am passing notes back and forth between the two of you like weâre in grade school! Â Canât you just say hello to each other through your minds?â Â She asked.
âOh, sure, weâre talking right now. Â We just think itâs fun.â Â The cat said with a smile. Â âHavenât you ever messaged someone from your phone who was sitting in the same room as you.â
âOh yeah.  I guess that make sense.â  Kymmie said, sheâd totally done that.  Sometimes youâre sitting there watching TV or a movie and you want to hear the show, but also want to talk to your friend.  Or if thereâs another friend in the room and you want to say something to one of your friends about the other friend⊠ Kymmie eyed the cat suspiciously.  Theyâre talking about us, she thought.
âThis is ridiculous, weâre fighting with Taylor Swiftâs cat!â Â Scott tried to convince the others.
âMr. Whittingtonâs cat.â Â Justin corrected him.
âWHATEVER! Â We need to focus. Â Weâre arguing with a cat!â Â Scott knew that time was running out.
âBut itâs a talking cat.â Â Justin argued still under that small amount of Swiftie Spell and itâs anyoneâs guess how it was interacting with his Selena earworm. Â So far there didnât seem to be any side effects, but one never knows when you start combining song spells and earworms together. Â Itâs a dangerous concoction.
âIâm commenting to Emma right now.â Â Kymmie said waving away Scottâs sass.
âWell sheâs not going to tell you. Â Itâs highly secret you know. Â Only a few know. Â And Iâm one of those few.â Â Mr. Whittington Swift Cat said with a cunning smile.
âThis cat is messing with usââ
âTaylor Swiftâs catââ Â The teen corrected Scott.
âMr. Whittingtonâs catââ Oak corrected Kymmie.
âEmma Watsonâs cat?â Â The lawyer offered.
âSchrodingerâs cat.â Â Pop proclaimed.
âCat Stevenâs cat.â Â Justin added.
âCat Stevenâs cat?â Â Kanye questioned.
âI thought we were playing one of those imrov comedy games where you name the object, and you substitute different names, Iâm sure thereâs an official improv comedy name for this kind of scene work, Iâm drawing a blank right now.  Iâm not a regular improviser⊠sooo⊠Just go with it.  Yes and.â  Justin shrugged.  âCat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon, âwhen you coming home, dad?â âI don't know whenâ, but we'll get together then, you know we'll have a good time thenâŠâ Â
Never combine earworms and song spells, it may make the person lose their mind. Â Of course, the effect is only temporary.
ââWHOEVERâS CAT THIS IS, itâs messing with our minds!â Â Scott shouted.
âNow why would I do such a thing as to mess with you? Â Did you ask Emma Watson about her royal status yet?â Â The cat sat resting his chin on his paw.
âYes, she said to ask you. Â Also she said âhelloâ back. Â Also, also, Emma suggested naming you Kit Cat.â Â Kymmie read the comment aloud.
âGive me a break.â Â Scott put his palm to his face, which was something you used to be able to do back in the day before the great virus circled the world and face palming became a thing of the past because no one was allowed to touch oneâs face anymore.
EDITOR: Yeah, thatâs realistic. Â No one is allowed to touch their face? Â Man you come up with the weirdest stuff.
WRITER: Oh you just wait, itâs gonna get way weirder. Â Iâm just getting started. Â Itâs a game of musical chairs and the game doesnât end until thereâs a winner.
EDITOR: Youâre so weird.
WRITER: THIS IS WHAT WRITERS DO WHEN THEY ARE STUCK IN QUARANTINE. Â Donât leave your house. Â If you leave your house, you might hear the song, and if you hear the song, you will NEVER get it out of your head, you become one of them! Â DANCE MONKEY DANCE!
EDITOR: Â What if Iâve already heard the song?
WRITER: Itâs too late⊠Just dance.  Just sing.  Just sing, and dance⊠The only way out is a more addictive song and the cycle begins again until you hear an even more addictive song, and that cycle goes until you hear the song that you can NEVER get out of your head.  Unless, someone writeâs an antidote song⊠ Dance⊠Monkey⊠Dance⊠Australian sound, Australian crosswalk sound⊠Billie Eiliish⊠Taylor Swift⊠Music is infected, soundtracks are infected, laugh tracks are infected, Foley artist created sounds in films are infected⊠Ten days of silence, shhhh listen, can you hear it?  Emma Watson will save the world with silence!
EDITOR: What do you mean by Emma Watson will save the world with silence?
WRITER: Shhhhhhhhhh⊠Listen to the silence⊠of no one talking⊠Just writing and reading⊠Shhhhh⊠Just sit there and try to listen to Emma Watsonâs thoughts, as she reads her books.
EDITOR: How am I supposed to hear Emma Watsonâs thoughts? Â Thatâs impossible. Â No one can hear her thoughts except her. Â Iâd just be siting here silent listening to nothing.
WRITER: Thatâs the point. Â Sit quietly and listen, until you can hear Emma Watsonâs thoughts in your head.
EDITOR: Â So you just want me to sit there while you write?
WRITER: Yep. Â Oh, just a warning, make sure you donât accidentally think her thoughts as your own, just listen to them.
EDITOR: Okay fine, whatever, I will sit here and try to read Emma Watsonâs mind, or listen to her thoughts, or whatever, while you write. Â And since we all know itâs impossible to hear someoneâs thoughts, Iâll just sit here quietly. Â So you could just say that instead of trying to be all mysteriously cool trying to convince me thereâs a way to read peopleâs minds or that Emma Watson is some come of chosen oracle that will one day save the world.
WRITER: Thank you.
EDITOR: Wait, what do you mean think her thoughts as my own?
WRITER: Shhhhhhhh⊠Donât think⊠Just listen⊠Be in the present⊠Let Emma Watson be your thought guideâŠ
EDITOR: *Rolls eyes*
âOkay, weâre not playing games anymore. Â Or, at least the name the cat game.â Â The lawyer responded in a flat tone of voice.
âAwwwwww.â Â The cat purred in response to Emmaâs hello back to him. Â âSo, it is.â
âIt is what?â Â Scott demanded.
âIt is time for us to go to London!â Â The cat announced.
âLondon? Â We have somewhere else to be! Â Why do we want to go to London?â
âWhy, my friend Scott⊠To find out, of course!  We must find out the answer to the Emma Watson question!  Is she going to be the next Queen of England?  Her Grace, Ms. Emma Watson of Windsor Castle!  HER MAJESTY Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson of Buckingham Palace!â  The cat held a paw up in the air pointing the way.
Just as the cat tossed a paw into the air the lights went out again, and then in each of the mirrors they could see the flicker of faces appear and disappear. Â Each face glowed for a moment, then faded away. Â One of the faces, Scott was positive, was Elvis, Elvis himself. Â He made out a few of the others, he was positive Tom Petty was there, along with Prince. Â Janis Joplin, even! Â David Bowie. Â Whitney Houston. Â Wow. Â They all flashed so fast that it was impossible to recognize more than a small number. Â The only commonality was that they were iconic musicians no longer living among us. Â Each one of the faces, perhaps coincidentally (and perhaps not), had a corresponding trust managed by The Whale himself. Â Personally appointed by way of a signed retroactive power of appointment that gave The Whale sole trustee guardianship. Â The signatures of course, were not exactly on the line for any of the legally binding documents, but that minor detail didnât seem to matter to the notary public, the witness of each signed document, or the reviewing judge who denied any and all appeals with prejudice. Â The objector, respondent, and petitioner were all informed of the trustâs fate by certified mail. Â The Hollywood Whales sent a representative from each of their pods to pick up the individual trust packets personally. Â As was customary of The Whales of Hollywood.
When the lights came back on, a previously shut door on the opposite side of the room, had opened. Â The cat stood at the edge of that door.
A sign in Taylor Swiftâs handwriting read âTo The Stage Doorâ but it was crossed out, and under it was written âTo Londonâ.
âYou canât give up now! Â Onwards to London!â Â The cat shouted.
The lawyer pulled Scott aside and spoke to him. Â âLondon? Â We donât want to go toââ
âJust follow him.â Â Scott said in a sour tone. Â âWeâre not actually going to London, thereâs no possible way thatâs a doorway to London. Â Weâre in LA! Â Iâm sure it just leads further into the building, there has to be a way. Â Weâre dealing with a cat, itâs not like weâre up against a whole army of Taylor Swiftâs Swifties, The Swift Army. Â itâs a cat, Carl. Â Iâm sure we can figure this out.â
They could hear noise, very low, it sounded like idle chatter, people filling into an open auditorium. Â Guests were taking their seats for the 2019 American Music Awards.
âOh no. Â Itâs starting soon!â Â The lawyer announced.
âWe have no choice. Â We have to go!â Â Scott commanded.
âJust uh, timeout for a second, you do realize youâre trusting a cat on which way to go right?â Â Oak asked, just confirming the current situation.
âWell we donât exactly have any other options right now do we?!â Â Scott said.
âYou dirty rat.â Â The cat suddenly belted out.
âAre you saying that to us?â Â Scott asked the cat.
âI just like saying that.â Â The cat smiled.
âWell can you say something else?â Â Scott replied.
âSay hello to my little friend.â Â He said, as another cat appeared in the doorway.
âWHOA, itâs another one of Taylorâs cats!â Â The Arianator pulled out her camera to take another photo, but remembered her phone was locked.
âAnd say hello to my other little friend.â Â The second snickering cat appeared on the other side of the cat named Thomas Whittington Swift Schrodinger.
âDo they talk too?â Â She asked.
âNo.â Â The cats snickered. Â âThey just snicker.â
âYou dirty ratâŠâ
âOkay, can you seriously stop saying that, can you just stop saying that.â Â Scott was very annoyed, now slightly agitated.
âSorry.â Â The cat said back. Â âItâs just a force of habit, you know, after all, Iâm always looking for rats!â
âLet me try to handle this again.â Â Justin stepped towards the cats, Â âOkay cat stop talking right now.â Â Justin said, trying his tactic from earlier.
The cat meowed. Â The two cats snickered.
âSee, heâs not talking anymore.â Â Justin said. Â âIâm the cat whisperer!â
The cat meowed again.
âStop meowing.â Â Scott was beyond annoyed.
The cat purred loudly.
âStop making sounds of any kind!â Â Scott shouted. âLetâs just go. Â At this point I donât even care where youâre taking us.â
Taylor Swiftâs cats smiled and turned to lead the way. Â Welcome, my friends, to the series premier of The Cat Always Wins.
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So Unclean
1. Quick! Chinese or Mexican? Both!
2. How many significant others have you had in your WHOLE life? I donât think any of them would count as âsignificantâ
3. I have to ask: What does the last message you received say? âI saw the corpse touching party photo againâ
4. How about the last message you sent? *laughing face emoji*
5. Have you shared any kisses today? No.
6. Did the last person you kissed have soft lips, or were they kind of crusty? Soft. Can I just say that âcrustyâ is like the worst possible adjective you could have used.
7. Do you think your life will be any different a year from now? Yeah because Iâll probably be in Australia and working and stuff
8. What is in your wallet? My licence, bank card, health insurance card, metro ticket and I think about 30 euroÂ
9. Have you ever been in a fist fight? 11 years of martial arts will do that to you
10. When was the last time you went to the doctor? Back when I got my yellow fever shot in august
11. Are you going out of town anytime soon? I'm going back to australia in 2 weeks. There was talk of a family friend maybe paying for me to visit her in london next week but idk whatâs happening with that.
12. Do you hate your ex? There is one I dislike, the rest are fine.
13. When are you going to get a haircut? When Iâm back in Australia
14. Can you fit your hand around your wrist? Yes
15. When was the last time you applied chapstick? A couple of hours ago. Need to put more on though. Winter is a bitch for cracked lips. I swear I have to drink like 10 litres of water to stop them drying out
16. Are you a coffee person or a tea person? Neither, but if I have to choose, then tea.
17. Whenâs the last time you had a phone conversation for more than ten minutes? Does a voice call on google hangout count? If yes, then today with Maggie and Patrick while we played The Elder Scrolls
18. All the people youâve kissed, what did their names start with? God, Iâll just list the letters in alphabetical I guess: A, B, C, D, E, I, J, M, N, R, Z Most of those letters are multiple people though. Surprisingly there are two Zâs and neither of them are a name you expect.
19. What did you and your ex fight about most? I have never had anything last long enough for fights.
20. Donât you love long hugs? Generally, no. But if theyâre from certain people, yes.
21. And long kisses? Sure, why not
22. Have you ever purchased condoms? Yes
23. Do you have a dirty mind? My mind is So Unclean.
24. Do you check the mail everyday, or somebody else? Nah I never get post here so I only check like once a week.
25. Did you think braces were cool when you were little? I donât recall ever having an opinion
26. Put your iTunes on shuffle RIGHT NOW and tell me the first song it plays. I canât be bothered waiting for itunes to open but I can tell you that I currently have âLa Raza Es La Pura Razaâ by Molotov currently playing youtube.
27. What is the last song you added to your iTunes library? That would have been an album by Alvaro Soler. But Iâm going to put a bunch of new songs on there soon before my flight back to aus
28. Are you embarrassed by any of the songs in your iTunes? Not really. I have no shame.
29. When was the last time you were sick? No idea but Iâll probably get a cold from the 26 hours of flying Iâll be doing soon.
30. Who was your Valentine this year? Nobody
31. When did you first kiss the last person you kissed? September
32. And when did you last kiss the last person you kissed? October
33. Did you borrow that shirt from somebody? No
34. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Dark chocolate with almonds
35. Do you like to swim? I used to hate it because long hair took forever to dry. Now I donât mind but I donât actively try to go swimming often.
36. How many vacations have you been on in the past year? Oh My God so many this year has been awesome. And since Iâve been living in spain the whole time I guess itâs basically been a year long vacation.
37. Have you ever gone on vacation with your boyfriend/girlfriend? No
38. Do you have to wake up early tomorrow? No but I might anyway because I barely slept last night and Iâm going to bed after I finish this quiz.
39. When you put an album into your iTunes, do you delete all of the songs that you dislike, or do you prefer to keep the complete album in your library, and why? I keep the whole album. But I have playlists of my favourite songs.
40. How often do you get confused about someoneâs tone through the internet or texting? (For example, taking something serious that was intended to be taken sarcastically?) Not often. My friends and I get each other pretty well and if we canât understand the tone we just ask.
41. What was your most awkward sexual experience? (If you donât have one/are too embarrassed to share, what is the funniest sex story youâve heard?) I donât think I really have any funny or awkward stories. The most amusing one for me was fooling around in the back of his car and ducking every time another car drove past and him saying that if anyone looked in theyâd only see me because Iâm so pasty I pretty much glow in the dark.
42. Have you ever called in and won a radio contest, and, if so, what was it, and whatâd you win? No but this reminds me that when I was a kid I won an easter colouring competition and my prize was a 3kg chocolate bunny which my dad smashed up with a hammer and put all the pieces in a cooler and then most of it was eaten by him and my brother. Although in fairness to my brother he did trade me a stuffed monkey toy for half the chocolate.
43. If youâve used pads, do you prefer them with or without wings and why? What kind of sadistic fuck uses pads without wings? Fun fact: pads are the reason I know the spanish word for âwingâ
44. Who was the last person you had actual sex with in a dream? I think I had a sex dream about my ex recently
45. If you went to a bookstore, what section would you most likely end up at? The exit, tbh. Iâm not a big reader.
46. What is in your left pocket? There is nothing in any of my pockets
45. How much alcohol did you have this weekend? I think I had 2 beers on Friday night
46. Do you eat gas station food? Pies.
47. What color underwear do you have on? White and blue speckled
48. Do you sit or stand in the shower? Stand, unless Iâm particularly tired or Iâm feeling sick. Sitting under the shower is a really effective method of stopping nausea for me.
49. Where were you born? UK
50. Where do you work? Or go to school? Or are you a bum? Currently a total bum but soon will be back working in security
51. What do you want to be when you grow up? Who the fuck even knows. Iâm open to suggestions if you wanna throw some at me
52. When did you join Facebook? Why? 2008 because all my friends had facebook. I think I got myspace then too.
53. Do you like to cuddle? Only with sexual partners.
54. Do you believe that the last person that you kissed cares for you? Donât know. Maybe a little?
55. How long does it take you to fall asleep at night? Lately, so fucking long. Like, 4 hours.
56. Do you prefer to take your showers at night or in the morning? Morning because Iâm a sweaty sleeper.
57. Is there a night you would like to repeat and allow it to live on forever? Yeah, there is one night that comes to mind
58. Name a person whose name starts with the letter M. Me, Maddie
59. Do you eat ranch with your pizza? I am but a simple australian and Iâm not even entirely sure what ranch dressing is
60. Is there a place that you wish you could visit? So many
61. Do you believe that this weekend will be a good one for you? Depends if I do actually end up going to London
62. Is there anyone that is jealous of you or anything that you have? I hope so. Peopleâs jealousy of my travel kinda fuels me tbh
63. Have you told anyone that you missed them lately? Yeah I told my mama I miss her
64. Why will/wonât you and your ex get back together? We probably will when Iâm back in australia. Weâve already agreed to catch up once Iâm back.
65. Have you ever kissed anyone while driving? No, that sounds dangerous
66. Think of the last person you kissed. Have you ever kissed them on a bed or a couch? Yes and no I donât think we ever kissed on a couch. It was mostly in hotel rooms so I donât think there were any couches
67. Is your best friend single? Yeah
68. What are you going to be doing later? Sleeping hopefully. Iâm so tired
69. The last kind of lotion you used, what does it smell like? Probably like lotion with argon oil. Yâknow because thatâs what it was.
70. Have you hung out with any guys recently? I have not physically hung out with anyone for a long time.Â
71. Can you go a whole day without drinking any pop or eating any sweets? Yeah, thatâs not uncommon. Iâve kinda surprised myself by how unintentionally healthy my diet has gotten this past year. Like, I eat a ton of vegetables every day and drink mostly water, milk and orange juice. And I started eating eggs for some protein too.
72. Whoâs the weirdest teacher at your school? There was a teacher at my highschool called (I think) Mr. Moore. He was always powerwalking and/or spilling his coffee. He was just.. hell I donât even know how to describe him but I guess he was like a human version of a hyperactive vibration. Iâm sure that makes absolutely no sense but thatâs all I think to say
73. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? 5 or 6
74. Who do you talk to first when youâre upset? Mum or Maggie
75. Do you have nightmares often? Not proper nightmares but my dreams are often quite anxious
76. Do you think you could be with someone for over four years? No idea.
77. Were you happy when you woke up today? No, I just wanted to go back to sleep. I only got like 3 or 4 hours sleep.
78. What are you thinking about right now? Which surburbs in Brisbane I should look for apartments in
79. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, or sweats? Jeans
80. Would you live with someone without marrying them? Yes. I wouldnât marry someone if I hadnât lived with them for a while first
81. When is the last time you really laughed? When I read that story about communion with the life size bread jesus earlier
82. Have you ever skipped school because you were tired? Not school but I skipped uni lectures a lot
83. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water.
84. Your most recent ex needs you at 3 AM, do you go? Depends what he needs me for, but probably 85. Would you rather kiss someone 5 years older or 5 year younger? 5 years older. Five younger is like 18 and hell nah Iâm not going to kiss an 18yo kid.
86. Do you like your parents? Yeah they're pretty awesome as far as parents go. My Ma especially is just a fucking awesome lady, I know it sounds cliche but she is genuinely one of my best friends.
87. Do you make smart decisions? Usually but I have been known to fuck it up every now and then, usually with money stuff.
88. Would you consider yourself tall? No. I canât use the top 2 shelves of my fridge.
89. Have you answered all of these questions honestly so far? why would I lie?
90. Have you ever lived in a house with a basement? I donât think so
91. What woke you up this morning? My alarm
92. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? 3 or 4
93. Anybody tell you they miss you lately? When I told Ma I miss her she said she misses me too
94. Have you ever kissed someone who was high? Yeah
95. What were you doing at 4am this morning? Iâll tell what I wasnât fucking doing was sleeping even though Iâd already been in bed for 3 hours.
96. Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Well heâs in Costa Rica so the physical distance would make it a little more difficult.
97. What time is it right now? 10:23pm
98. Have you ever been led on? I wouldnât even notice, I am so oblivious to that stuff
99. Do you know a secret about your ex and if he/she pisses you off, will you tell? No
100. Are you excited about anything today? Iâm getting kinda pumped to start looking at apartments back in Brisbane. I really like looking at rental apartments. Thatâs why I always offer to help my friends find a place.
101. Do people ever call you by your last name? Actually yeah thereâs one guy at work that calls me by my last name but heâs gonna get confused once Iâm back because my brother works there too now.
102. Have you ever gone camping? I used to spend a couple of nights with my aunt and uncle every year when they went camping over the christmas break
103. Would you sleep with the last person who Facebook messaged you? Probs not
104. Whenâs the next time you will consume alcohol? Whenever I buy beer next, probably within the next week
#Other potential titles:#I guess itâs basically been a year long vacation#Iâm so pasty I pretty much glow in the dark#dad smashed it up with a hammer#a human version of a hyperactive vibration
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Missing Gears Chapter 1
Things always go wrong when something good happens. For example: The Thunderbirds were just starting up when Gordon Tracy was the only survivor of a holfoil crash. An engagement of a Tracy son and an ex FBI agent when someone is out to get International Rescue. But sometimes good things come from the bad things in our lives.
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Naomi and Virgil stood hand in hand outside a church in Matamata, New Zealand. Three weeks earlier Virgil had proposed to Naomi at a New Yearâs party with her old team at the FBI. Three days later they had decided that they wanted to get married at Naomiâs old church in her hometown. A week after that, Naomi had started packing her stuff for her move to Tracy Island. Although Jeff Tracy had told the couple that he was perfectly fine with Virgil moving back to America to live with his soon to be wife, both Naomi and Virgil wanted to live on the island. So that Virgil could continue working for International Rescue. So that Naomi could join International Rescue.
âYou okay Nomey?â Virgil asked his fiancĂ© âYeah. Just nervous. I havenât been here for over 20 years. I donât even remember who was running the office,â âYou were barely six when you left,â âYeah. And I barely remember anyone from here. And like 60% of the church was at the funeral,â âSo letâs get this over and done with,â âYeah,â
Naomi knocked on the office door. A short women opened it. She looked very familiar to Naomi âHi, can I help you?â She asks âUm⊠Hi, Iâm Naomi Winchester and this is my fiancĂ© Virgil Tracy. We were wondering if we could have our wedding here,â âCome on in, Iâll see what I can do,â The women showed the couple into the office âIâm Philippa Winchester by the way,â Naomi laughed a little. âI think my cousin on my dadâs side has a wife called Philippa,â She explained âItâs not every day this sort of thing happens,â âWhatâs your cousinâs name?â âErr⊠It canât be Nat or Theo because I know for certain theyâre still bachelors. Maru is who knows where doing who knows what. Brian, David and Kelvin all have a different last names. Anthony lives in Rotorua while Jeremy is in Wellington. So that leaves Sam and Matthew,â Naomi counts on her fingers âI think its Matt but I canât be sure. I havenât seen any of my cousins since I was like six,â âSo youâre the cousin who moved to America,â âYeah. Wow. Are you and Matt living here?â âOn a farm out on Taihou South,â âCool,â âAnyway, besides the mini family reunion, you two want to get married here,â âYeah. Naomi grew up here and we thought it would be nice if we married in Naomiâs hometown,â âSo what date are you thinking about?â Philippa asked, logging onto the computer. âWe havenâtâŠâ âJuly 14th,â Virgil interrupted âNo more tears of sadness,â âA winter wedding?â âWhy not?â âYou just want it to be easier to remember my birthday,â Naomi bantered with her fiancĂ© playfully âHave I ever forgotten your birthday?â âNo. But your brother has,â âSo we have nothing planned or booked on Wednesday 14th July this year, would you like us to book you in for the day?â Philippa asked âYes please,â Naomi and Virgil said in union. A tall boy walked through the door. âHey Mum,â He looked up and saw the two visitors in the office. âCaleb, this is your dadâs cousin Naomi and her fiancĂ© Virgil,â Philippa told her son âTheyâre planning to have their wedding here in Matamata,â âHey,â Naomi said âNice to meet you,â âYou too,â Caleb said âIâm going to Uncle Samâs now Mum. Iâll be back on Thursday,â âOkay. See you then,â Naomi sighed. âI completely forgot how many people there are on my dadâs side,â âWell the church will be big enough for the whole family,â Philippa told the couple âThatâs true,â Naomi agreed âSo anything else we need to do before we leave?â âYeah, just your address and payment details,â Philippa told the couple. Virgil grabbed the pen and paper. âRemember most of the payment for the wedding is coming from my bank account,â âIâll pay for the venue â you save it for the dress,â Naomi rolled her eyes. âOkay, Iâll contact you guys later with more details,â âThanks Philippa,â Naomi told her cousinâs wife âNo problem. But donât be surprised if you get a wedding present from the church,â The three adults laughed. âSee you around,â Virgil said âWeâve got a few more jobs to do before we head home tomorrow,â âOf course, I wonât keep you any longer,â
15 minutes later, Naomi pulled into a driveway. A blue letter box stood on a wooden post at one end. At the other end, an old house from the 1970s stood. âWelcome to the Winchester farm,â She told her fiancĂ© âMy childhood home,â âItâs beautiful,â âFor an old house. That my dad helped to build when he was nine,â Naomi said âThat shed must have been put up after I left though. I donât remember that being there,â âI think we should go talk to the occupants, they must be wondering whose car this is,â Virgil suggested. âGood idea,â They got out of the car and went up the concrete steps. They walked along a path to a set of orange wooden steps. âMy poppa made these before he died,â Naomi explained âThe only way down before these were made were the steps on the other side and the front porch,â âYou really remember all that?â âOf course I do. I always was a bright kid,â Naomi took a deep breath and knocked on the front door. A teenage girl opened the door. âCan I help you?â âUm Hi, Iâm Naomi. This is my fiancĂ©, Virgil, are your parentsâ home?â âYeah,â The girl answers âMum! Someoneâs at the door for you!â An older women appeared. âHi, you must be the landlordâs niece,â The women said âIâm Kristen Jones, weâre renting the house at the moment,â âIâm Naomi Winchester, this is my fiancĂ©, Virgil,â Naomi introduced herself and the middle Tracy. âCome on in,â Kristen said.
Kristen handed Naomi a glass of water and Virgil a cup of coffee. âCongratulations on your engagement,â She told the couple âSo whenâs the wedding,â âJuly 14th,â Naomi told the women âWeâre having it at the bible church in town and we were wondering if we could use the house for the night since neither one of us own property here in New Zealand,â âWell weâre on holiday in Australia at that time so feel free to use it for a week if you need to,â Kristen said âMr Turner explained the situation to us over the phone a few days ago,â âThank you so much Kristen,â Virgil smiled âThis means a lot to us,â âNo problem,â âWeâve got the wedding venue done as well as a place to stay. Still need to worry about the cake, catering, the dress and the people in the wedding party and people invited,â âIâve got a friend who does catering, Iâll give you her number,â Kristen said, writing down a number on her notepad âJust tell her that Kristen Jones gave you the number,â âThank you again Kristen,â Naomi said, handing over a card âHereâs my number if something crops up. Obviously I donât work for the FBI anymore,â âThanks, I hope you two can get everything ready in time for your wedding,â
Cameron Muter sat in his apartment, reading the latest issue of New Life. The cover story was the announcement of Virgil Tracy and Naomi Winchesterâs engagement. While the news of their engagement had been released some weeks prior by The Maze, the Tracy family had only just officially confirmed the fact. It had a photo of the middle Tracy son holding his bride-to-be gently. He had extra reason to. The lucky girlâs right arm was in a dark blue sling. The article stated that the 29 year old had recently been caught in crossfire while saving the fourth Tracy son. Cameron sighed. It would have been better if that Tracy had died when he was supposed to. It would have meant that the Tracy family would have to go through even more pain that they were originally going to go through. Because of the red haired son, Jeff Tracy was going to have to watch his first daughter-in-law perish alongside all of his sons. Cameron picked up his phone and dialled the number at the top of his contacts list. His only contact. âGood evening sir, Iâm afraid to report that this time, it seems, that the rumours of a Tracy bride were true,â
#Thunderbirds Are Go Fan Fic#The Broken#My Writing#Pretty sure this counts as an AU#The result of over 18 months of work#Happy to be writing this story again#Missing Gears#Chapter 1
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1. Why are you doing this survey?
Because I literally have nothing else to do with my life at this point.
2. When did you last charge the battery on your phone?
Uhhh could have been yesterday? Iâm losing track of days anymore.
3. Youre allowed to have a single call for free, for an hour. Who do you call?
My calls are always free... but at this point, anyone who wants to chat.
4. Has the last person you texted ever been annoyed with you?
Group message with Grace, Julie, Bridget, Annie and Abbey. Yes they have definitely been annoyed with me.
5. The last time you had your photo taken, what were you wearing?
Not a clue.
6. Would you be prepared to do a job you hated if it paid well?
I would be willing to do ANYTHING as a job right now.. as long as it either pays more than unemployment or is under the table.
7.Is there anything wrong?
Oh, you know... just lost my job, have only unemployment as my income, cant leave the house to do anything social because of a spreading virus that has shut almost the whole United States down. The usual stuff.
8.Did the swine flu epidemic worry you?
No. But this virus is definitely affecting my life in more ways than one.
9.Have you ever played your music so loudly that your neighbors complained?
Yessir.
10.What was life like for you back in 2005?
Very, very awkward.
11.Can you remember the first swear word you ever learned?
I learned them all pretty early on being around my boy cousins and father.
12.If youâre a girl, how old were you when you first started to wear make-up? If youâre a guy, do you prefer girls with or without make-up?
Probably in like 8th grade i started wearing mascara.
13.Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks?
Unsweetened iced tea.
14.Name someone whose name begins with a letter âGâ. Tell me a fact about that person.
Grace Corrigan. She is my cousin and one of my best friends. And one time she got so drunk she lost her hands.
^^^ I stick with my old response.
15.How long do you need to get to know someone, before youâd think about having a relationship with them?
I think it depends on the person and the connection I feel with em.Â
16.Tell me 5 facts about your dad?
I haven't spoken to him in over a year
I didn't meet him until I was five years old at a gas station
He was at an indians game when I was born
He is a carpenter
He smells like wintergreen skoal
17.Would you ever consider going to meet up with someone you started talking to online?
I did. And we dated for a year and a half lol
18.Have you ever felt like you were âthe odd one outâ and didnât fit in with your friends? Explain.
Yes. I dont know.
19.Do you know any secrets about the last person you texted?
Julie,,, Iâm sure.
20.Does it ever feel like people are just sticking their noses into your business, and trying to interfere with everything? How do you deal with people like that?
No, because I rarely do anything anymore haha. I figure people just need drama in their life.
21.List 10 friends at random.
Julie, grace, Bridget, abbey, Donna, colin, heather, paige, marie, dawn
22.Has 1 ever made you cry?
Nope, but i have definitely cried to her. Lots and lots.
23.Have you ever met 2âs father?
Since he is my uncle, yes i have met him quite a few times. âYer tv hereâs brokenâ
24. What is 3âs mother called?
Mrs Gipper! Or sue
25.Tell me about the last conversation you had with 4; what did you talk about?
We are currently ina group message talking about underwear and how thongs suck.
26.What was your first impression of 5?
I think I used to think she was annoying. In high school. Based solely off her myspace page,
27.Has 6 ever been annoyed at you?
Well we have been dating for 4 years and been living together most of that so yes, Iâm positive he has.
28.Be honest, who is better-looking, you or 7?
Heather for sure.
29.What do you like about 8 as a person?
She is so giving. She would literally drop anything if you needed her help.
30.Tell me a funny story about 9.
I fell asleep in her dogs bed after watching the bachelor and doing shots
31.What if 10 said that he/she wanted to date your ex?
Hahaha she would literally never date brad ever. COOL COOL
32.What does 1 think of you?
We;re besties. I tell her everything.
33.Do you know where 2 is at this exact moment?
She is quarantined in her house with Taylor.
34.Have you ever met 3âs ex?
I genuinely canât remember who else Bridget has dated haha
35.How many siblings does 4 have?
One, brother.
36.Whatâs 5âs favorite color?
Iâd guess green
37.How many boyfriends/girlfriends has 6 had?
Literally has dated everyone ;)
38.What if you woke up one morning and found 7 lying in bed next to you?
I say lets go get mimosas boo
39.Does 8 know any secrets about you?
Yesss
40.What is something that 9 is good at?
taking shots lol
41.Is 10 older or younger than you?
Older by far Lolol
42.Tell me about the last awkward moment you had.
I donât remember because i havenât seen basically anyone besides colin and my dogs since like Monday
43.What was the last thing you felt upset about?
This fucking quarantine.
44.Have you ever had a pretend Facebook relationship e.g. married to your best friend?
Yes.
45.List 5 of your favorite foods.
Chicken, salad, peas, soups, chips!
46.List 5 foods that you dislike.
Eggplant, fishy fish, .... genuinely cant think of anything else right now
47.Do you feel that your most recent ex deserves to be happy?
Ya ya. He means well I think.
48.The last time you travelled out of your hometown, where did you go and why?
God. North Carolina for vacation
49.Can you remember the last time you had to cancel some plans youâd made? What was the reason?
Sorry Iâm under quarantine.
50.What is one song that makes you smile, or makes you feel happy whenever you hear it? Explain why.
Theres a lot.
51.Did someone give you butterflies recently?
My boo always does
You donât need to be specific with these next few questions; just answer yes or no.
52.Do you know the eye color of the last person you kissed?
Green -ish
53.Did you talk to that person today?
Currently touching him with me feet,
54.Did you sleep alone last night?
Nah. Fell asleep next to colin but woke up next to Lola...the usual.
55.Have you ever fallen down some stairs?
cracked my head open twice
56.Did you wash your hair today?
lazz night
57.Was your last text message from the opposite sex?
Nah, corony bombs
58.Have you ever kissed someone on the same night that you met them?
Yes
59.The last drink you had - did it contain caffeine?
Currently drinking tequila, trip sec, orange juice and sour
60.Are you wearing make-up?
A touch of mascara to feel a it like a human
61.Are you 100% satisfied with your life as of now?
Not at all. I have no job and i cant leave my house. Iâm moments away from a panic attack at all times.
62.Did you tell someone that you love them today?
Yes
63.Are you alone in the room at the moment?
No, Lola and colin and then Kayla is in the basement
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fred weasleyâs house of horrors (?): a birthday fic for @charlotteweasleyâ <3 happy birthday from your fave uncle! (i hope)
His head hurts; in fact, his everything hurts, from the throbbing ache in his head to the whining groan of the joints in his toes, and when he stretches out, itâs just brilliant: he can hear the popping that comes with the satisfied relief of movement, and though it doesnât help his head or his growing backache, itâs something.
It takes Fred effort to peel his eyes open, but when he does, heâs rewarded: the room heâs in is historical and elegant, with a domed and painted ceiling and pillars and mahogany furniture; he himself is spread out on a dark green four-poster, wearing matching velvet pajamas that certainly arenât his.
Itâs a long time before he manages to convince and synchronise his body parts to get him to sit up, but heâs annoyingly stubborn and manages it in the end: just gas he does, he hears the slam of a front door and jangle of keys.
âHello?â he croaks; it comes out like Leeâs prepubescent voice cracks, but with added scratchiness to force a few coughs. Someone walks up the stairs, tentatively, with careful pauses, as if theyâre afraid; and the door creaks open, slowly.
âYouâre awake?â Draco asks gently.
âI am now,â Fred coughs; Draco disappears for a moment, returning with a glass of water. âThanks,â he chokes before downing it, too fast, coughing it up in a splutter of liquid. âAh, crap, sorry.â
âDonât worry about it,â Draco says, taking a seat on the end of Fredâs bed, looking uncomfortable.
âOkay,â Fred says slowly, trying to pace himself (which is quite an endeavour). âSo, the question thatâs on everyoneâs lips: how did I get here? And where is here?â
âMy familyâs country house. You fell out of the sky, and I found you, so I took you here.â
Fred nods absently. âHuh. Sounds⊠about right.â He glances down at himself. âDo you still have my actual clothes?â
âThe blood stains havenât quite come out, but I do,â Draco replies; with an effortless snap of his fingers, a slightly unfriendly-looking house elf appears. âBring Fred his clothes.â
The house-elf blinks. âMaster Draco, I havenât been able - shamefully - to remove the stainsâŠâ
âIt doesnât matter.â The house-elf nods, disapparating only to return a few moments later with a pile of Fredâs folded clothes: despite the darkening stains on his collar and sleeves, itâs probably the cleanest his casual clothes have been in a while. âIâll give you your privacy; youâre also welcome to leave here at any time, considering your feelings about me.â
Fred quirks an eyebrow, possibly one of the few things that distinguishes him from George (a two-eyebrow-raising shmuck). âDonât think Iâll be going anywhere anytime soon, mate.â
âYou can leave when you can, then.â Draco gets up, crossing the room in too-quick strides and hastily shutting the door behind him; the house-elf leaves with him, emptying the room save for Fred.
It, as ever, takes him what feels like a small eternity through which a bird has chipped through a marble wall to change his top, and despite the visual clash, he leaves his own trousers folded on the floor to attempt to put on another time; heâs now wearing a Mr Happy T-shirt with his velvet pajama bottoms like heâs just been ejected from the decade prior, and he rubs his crusty eyes, pulling himself to his feet and trying his best not to collapse on his wobbly legs (which, of course, he does).
âGoddammit,â he mutters, wishing for George.
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It takes him about a day to explore his room, shuffling like a penguin, and the next few to explore the rest of the country house: itâs, of course, terrifically grand, with an extensive library that spans several rooms and an elegant and well-stocked kitchen from which the house-elf Nacht (Fred nicknames him Nacho immediately) makes Fredâs hearty thrice-daily meals and twice-daily snacks, bringing them up to him before heâs well enough to make it to the kitchen and never showing any signs of anger when Fredâs body forcefully ejects some of the bigger meals.
âHey, Nacho,â he says over lunch one day; heâs managed a bath and is wearing some clothes Draco brought on a brief and impersonal visit: a black T-shirt and black jeans that donât quite match his sunny socks. âWhy do the Malfoys have this house?â
âTo store their library,â Nacht replies stiffly.
âHere in the countryside, they may read and study in peace - though they scarcely use it, save for Master Dracoâs frequent visits.â
âI can see that. The dust bunnies are reproducing like real ones,â Fred cackles. âDo you think Draco would mind if I lightened it up a bit?â
âHe very much would.â
And that settles it: as he recovers, Fred takes to dusting - he doesnât like cleaning much, but he can hardly conduct his wonderful plans in a dump, and Nacht happily sets to work helping him, often providing more of the hard labour than Fred can. âI feel like a bloody nanny,â Fred laughs halfway up a cast-steady ladder, spelling out the bugs and spiders, reminded of gutting Grimmauld Place; heâs half-terrified dealing with the Boggarts, but just on the day when heâs ready to get it over and done with, Draco arrives.
âWhy are you cleaning?â he asks dumbly.
âBecause your house is dirty and Iâm bored?â Fred shrugs. âBy the way, does George know Iâm alive?â
âHe does. I sent him an anonymous owl, but nothing more since I figured that your family would just blame me for your injuries if I attached my name to them.â He sets a plastic bag down on the table by the door. âI brought more food for you, but Iâm here to use the library, so leave it be.â
Fred grins. âSure, Your Majesty.â
Draco snorts. âGlad to see youâre back to your usual self, Weasley. I was worried when I saw you cleaning.â
âDead or alive,â Fred says, âIâll be cracking jokes.â
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The basement of the âEdgar Allan Poe summer houseâ quickly becomes Fredâs favourite part of it: itâs awash with treasures, from Dracoâs kicking baby photos to a dusty old record player with twelve inches from Celestina Warbeck to Elvis Presley; he finds some of Narcissa and Luciusâs Hogwarts achievements in the form of congratulatory parchment and gifted textbooks, and passes them over to Nacht, who cleans them as if theyâre first edition Bibles.
âDid Mr Weasley get any achievements in Hogwarts?â he asks, almost smug in the knowledge that Fred, who makes immature jokes out of the libraryâs Latin titles, most certainly has not.
âIf leaving in style is an achievement, then with distinction,â he says proudly. Nacht says nothing to this, clearly deciding thereâs nothing worth saying; Fred grins, sifting through the old box of records, past every single record The Beatles have ever released and suddenly into the dark chalk of Sonic Youthâs Confusion Is Sex. âHey, Nacho; whose records are these?â
âLady Andromeda Tonks used to stay here often with Lady Malfoy,â Nacht replies. âThese must be her daughterâs.â
âTonks? So these would be Dora Tonksâs? Wicked.â
The next time Draco comes around, Fredâs halfway to better: heâs in his Mr Happy T-shirt and black jeans and in the middle of baking himself chocolate cupcakes that he hopes will stay down (heâs been able to eat just fine, but if he goes a little over the usual, he brings it back up). He sucks some of the mix off his fingers and offers a spoon to Draco.
âDonât the Muggles say something about getting ill from raw eggs?â he sniffs.
âWho gives a shit? It tastes great.â
Draco looks at it warily, but takes the spoon and carefully licks at the cake batter; instantly enamoured and hesistances forgotten, he devours the rest. âHm; it is good. I take it your skills are from your mother?â
âWhy?â
âShe seems the type of person that would bake cupcakes.â
Fred laughs. âShe is - and Iâm not, thatâs always been Charlieâs thing, really - but since sheâs not here, Iâm doing it. Give it something like twenty minutes and theyâll be ready.â
âIs the catch that youâve either put or will put poison in them?â
âWhat do you take me for, a Slytherin?â Fred pulls a face of offence. âNo, no. The prank here is that Iâm going to buy some seventies wallpaper and funk this house up and rearrange your library so you canât find anything. Donât you guys have enough Gothic houses? Wasnât living in a dungeon for seven years enough for you?â
âAbsolutely not; I insist on spending the rest of my life in a basement,â Draco says dryly. âBut fine. Get me a shopping list, and do what you want. I bloody hate this house, anyway.â
Fred grins. âGot a pen?â
Draco snorts. âFucking as if.â
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Most of Fredâs decorations end up coming amassed from flea markets and Camden (as do more clothes; heâs only just made it out of the âexcessive sweatingâ phase of feeling ill, and his tops still emit a horrible stench if he gets too close to the armpits); they come from the plain London signs to a taxidermy Kneazle being sold as a dog, and Draco manages to buy all sorts of cringe-worthy warm-coloured wallpapers for Fred to use, as well as a series of lamps from possibly as many decades as lamps have been invented.
âWhat is Mr Weasleyâs plan for this?â Nacht asks strictly as Fred raises both his wand and hand to the wall, covering it in orange and brown blobs. âRuining the perfectly good architecture of the house.â
âWeâre wizards, Nacho; we can set it back if someone throws a hissy fit,â Fred shrugs. âBut come on; how are you meant to be happy living in this dismal old place? Iâm just trying to brighten it up. Howâs anyone meant to recover from falling out of the sky when this place looks so sad?â
âYou seem to have done just fine yourself,â Nacht points out. Fred shrugs.
âYeah, cus of my bright temperament. Not everyoneâs as happy and witty as me, âcept maybe Lee Jordan or a Hufflepuff.â He sets the record player on the table in the library with a satisfying thud!, pulling one of Dracoâs more interesting Camden finds out of its sleeve and setting it on the turntable, pressing the needle to the record and letting loose the beginning of Weird Al Yankovicâs Ricky.
âHey, Ricky, youâre so fine you blow my mind, hey RickyâŠâ He grabs a chunk of books from the shelf, glancing through them; all Latin, of course. âMerlinâs balls, Nacho, you know what I should do?â
The house-elf sighs. âI do not.â
âArrange them in size order!â Fred says gleefully. âBecause then, nobody can find what theyâre looking for, because the order is pretty much nonsensical, right?â
âWhatever you say, Mr Weasley. As long as you enjoy yourself and recover, for Master Dracoâs pleasure.â
Fred rubs his hands together. âHis, or mine?â
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Fredâs last day is mostly one of lighting up the house: heâs made an artistic arrangement of the lamps all in the second room of the library, hung up the framed Bowie portrait Draco brought back, found a home for the stuffed Kneazle on top of a room-length sloping bookcase, figured out a system to hang the record sleeves on the walls for whole-house browsing, and he just adds the last licks of yellow paint that snake round a burgundy pillar by hand with a brush.
âWhat does Draco actually do in here, Nacho?â he asks, flicking his wrist up to create a splatter effect that doesnât quite work and ends up a little ungainly in the same way that Fred is so stocky that his body seems to confuse itself regularly and attempt to recalibrate, which just disorients him.
âHe uses it to get away from his own home, in order to study and read,â Nacht says matter-of-factly before lowering his voice, âand to avoid seeing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named too often.â
âIâd avoid him, too,â Fred says in a surprisingly sober moment, his voice poignant before he bursts back into a thousand megawatts and quips, âitâs the nose, isnât it? So creepy.â
âThe nose?â Nacht frowns.
âYeah, Harry says heâs got no nose, like a snake. Bloody Slytherins, isnât it?â He steps down from the pillar, humming along to the record player and to Primal Screamâs Come Together, turning as he hears the familiar noise of the front door opening into what is now a time capsule slash matrix.
âBloody hell, Weasley,â Draco whistles.
âItâs so ugly, I donât even know where to begin.â
Fred beams. âIâll tour you.â
Draco stutters. âMerlin, no. Please let me uncover its hidden atrocities in my own time. It will be⊠an experience.â He pauses. âSo, this means youâre leaving, doesnât it?â
âIâm flying the coop,â Fred shrugs. âOr, as it were: going home. Georgeâll start thinking I was just an elaborate hoax before long.â
âDo come back,â Draco implores; Fred pauses, startled.
âOnly if I can annoy you and Nacho.â
Draco runs a hand through his hair. âYes, well, your entire existence irritates me to my core; so please come back, I would be thrilled to have to deal with your eccentric company.â Pausing, he rummages through his pocket, producing a packaging Fred knows all too well: a Ton-Tongue Toffee. âToffee, Weasley?â
âMaybe another time, Malfoy, thanks. And so long.â
Draco just about shits himself an hour later when the clock strikes and a hidden cuckoo clock bursts through the wall; but then he just has to laugh, because despite his illness, despite smashing into the ground and being detached from his unit, the whole house is still unmistakably his: Fred Weasleyâs House of Horrors (or, to the open mind, Amusements).
#i write shit#hp#fred weasley#draco malfoy#not quite a ship in this but i guess i'll tag it that way#draco x fred#fred x draco#tonks loves sonic youth pass it on#charlotteweasley
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Donât Look Through Me
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desc: every time you look in a mirror, you see your soulmate for a moment instead of yourself. dan had spent his whole life waiting to meet his, and little did he know that phil had been begging to meet his as well. when dan decides heâs not just going to wait around for the universe to bring them together, a train he falls asleep on brings him somewhere he hadnât planned on.
May 22, 7:42am
It was a Saturday in May, and Danâs body was so adjusted to waking up before the sunrise every week of every month for school that he woke up at a respectable time. The window above his bed allowed light to bleed onto the brown walls and leave patches of brightness on the carpet.
Rolling over, he unplugged his phone from its charger, and in that small amount of time it happened, like it always does. That second before the phone screen lights up and you can see your own reflection. Of course, what you really see first is the person youâre supposed to be with. Dan never questioned this, as when he was a very young child, asking why there was a boy in the mirror who didnât look like him at first, then slowly transitioned to his own familiar features. Light brown curls, matching dimples, big chocolate eyes. That was over a decade ago, the first time he noticed it wasnât him in the mirror.
âActually, when you look in the mirror or into a puddle or anything you can look into and see your reflection itâs a very special person called your soulmate,â Danâs mother explained to him when he was six.
âBut, why? How does that even work?â he questioned.
âWe donât really know, honey, but what we do know is that the world is a magical place full of magical things, where things will always end up the way they are supposed to.â
Those words followed behind him his whole life, words he always reminded himself of when he did poorly on a test, when his grandmother died, when he was bullied all through school.
He finally got out of bed half an hour later, picking out some clothes to put on after a shower. The steam fogging up the windows and the glass surrounding him were a nice escape for him in the morning, like he was finally alone. Whenever he was in the shower he thought about the person he saw in the mirror, maybe because as soon as he got out of the shower he knew his face would be staring back at him, as if this man was looking into his eyes at the same time. He remembers when he was a child the boy had bright orange hair, spotty freckles covering the top half of his body. Over time, though, the orange faded to brown, and in the last few years has turned to jet black.
âYou look nice like that, it suits you well,â he said softly to the mirror, beads of condensation rolling down either side. He took off his towel and used it to wipe away the fog blurring the glass, but as soon as he put it back on his body, the boy was gone.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he resumed getting ready, brushing his teeth, drying his hair, putting on clothes. He finally wandered downstairs, smoke lightly billowing from the stovetop, the microwave beeping, the sound of coffee trickling into its pot. Danâs father liked to think of himself as some chef extraordinaire, but his mother would say otherwise.
âYour aunt and uncle are coming over for breakfast, so your father decided to make everything in the house,â scoffed Danâs mother.
âItâs nice to be a good host! Dan, youâre welcome to eat with us - pancakes are here, sausage is cooking, coffeeâs on, cereal, anything you want.â
Before Dan could answer, there was a knock at the door. Without waiting, his motherâs sister and her husband of sixteen years entered the house, conversation growing loud over the bustle of the kitchen.
Dan decided he would join them. Lately, heâs been very interested in this whole soulmate thing. He would turn eighteen next month, and he wants, no, needs to know how this happens.
âAunt Clara, how did you meet Denny?â Dan asks over breakfast. Danâs parents look at each other with mutual confusion and excitement, as they realized that this was Danâs way of saying he wanted to finally meet his soulmate.
âWell, I was in line at McDonaldâs because I was on a roadtrip with a bunch of friends and it was three o'clock in the morning, we were all starving, and no other place was open. I was the last of my friends to order, and when I got to the counter, the man who I had seen everywhere was real and right in front of me ready to take my order,â his aunt replied.
âIt was actually my first shift there, and two weeks later I had quit the job to go on a two month safari with your aunt.â Danâs uncle stared into space blankly with a smile tugging at his lips, most likely reminiscing on such memory.
âWell, your motherâs is even more crazy than that, even though a safari is pretty crazy after youâve only known the guy for two weeks,â Clara said, looking at her sister. Danâs mother laughed, recapping the story theyâd all heard many times about how she lost her shoe leaving a party and a psycho man had been going all over town trying to find whose shoe it was, eventually leading to her.
âStupid fairy tales come to life,â Dan muttered a little too loud, which actually earned him a few laughs from the table.
Dan looked in every reflective surface he could find. Soon, he became addicted to this boy staring back at him. He began to really know him - seeing his outfit changes every few hours, his array of bright-patterned socks and pajama bottoms, his bedhead, the way he looks before he shaves. He wondered where this boy lived, if he had been living across the street or across the world from him, how theyâd meet, the thoughts never stopped. This impending doom started to scare Dan, soon coming to the realization the universe knew something about the future that he didnât. He wondered how it was possible that everyoneâs soulmate had been calculated before their birth, as if someone pressed fast-forward on life itself. Sometimes heâd think far too long about it and scare himself for the entire day, so he decided it was best not to question these mystical forces that will one day bring Dan to his soulmate.
June 11, 8:18am
âHappy Birthday, Dan!â called familiar faces from every hallway he entered. It made him feel a little bit like a celebrity. His birthday and the last day of school (and his last day of high school). A smile had been plastered onto his face all day, even hearing his name on the announcements that afternoon as they announced cancellations for certain sports practices and reminders about club meetings.
âAs today is your last day in this school, and soon you will go to your respective universities or what have you,â Danâs favorite teacher, Mr. Johnson, started, âitâs time I give my yearly speech. Sometimes youâll make great decisions, sometimes you wonât - and thatâs okay. The world is a magical place full of magical things, where things will always end up the way they are supposed to.â
Danâs eyes nearly popped out of his head. Sometimes heâd hear parts of his motherâs quote on billboards and in books, but never verbatim like this. At this exact moment, Mr. Johnson turned to Dan, winked, and looked away quickly. Thereâs no way that he couldâve known that, Dan thought. The wink was just a coincidence. Â
He walked out of school that afternoon, turning his back to the parking lot to take one final glare at the school heâll never have to enter again. Luckily Dan lived just down the street so he could conveniently walk to his house. As he passed the houses in his neighborhood leading up to his at the end of the road, he passed by the windows of his neighbors stopping to stare, not to intrude but to see his soulmate in the glass. As always, there he was, a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a graduation cap and gown. Did he just graduate too? Looking closer Dan could see a small logo on the tassels of his cap reading University of York. Before he could even react, the image was gone.
Dan ran into his house, threw his backpack onto the ground, raced up the stairs up to his room, and googled University of York. He saw today was their graduation ceremony. And that they were four hours away.
Well, it could be much worse, Dan thought. He could be fourteen hours away instead. He lives in this country.
Dan turns eighteen today, and his soulmate is four years older than him, and just graduated from the University of York. He started to wonder what his soulmate knew about him, if he even wanted to know him. Thereâs no way Dan was meant to be with someone horrible, or else they wouldnât be meant for each other. Heâd only ever thought about what he knew about his soulmate, and not what his soulmate thought of him.
June 11, 2:43pm
âPhilip M. Lester,â announced the speaker, prompting Phil to walk across the stage. His nerves had short-circuited, leaving him to sweat while grabbing his diploma and apologizing to the woman whose hand he shook. Crossing to the stairs, he followed the stream of pupils getting their graduate photos taken. Bright beams of light contrasted with his forest green cap and gown, acting as a white LED background.
âAlright now, big smile!â said the cameraman. Before the flash went off, though, he noticed in the lens of the camera a small figure with a bright, beaming smile. Itâs him, Phil thought. Heâs watching me graduate.
When he was first born, Phil couldnât see anyone but himself in the mirror. Heâd always heard stories of his parents and brother seeing their true loves looking back at them. At first his parents were worried, thinking he wouldnât have anyone when he got older. Philâs father told his mother to wait, that maybe his soulmate was just younger, which ensued the deal that if by the time he was ten years old and still didnât have a reflection, they would worry.
âYou canât just live without someone in this kind of world,â Philâs mother would cry. âIt just doesnât happen here.â
Luckily one day when Phil was four and a half, him and his family were all watching television until the sun went down. While getting Philâs brother ready for bed, Phil was left in the living room, looking out the window. Thatâs when it first happened - he saw a small infant swaddled in a white blanket wearing a blue cap. Phil screamed, thinking there was a baby outside their house. Philâs father came into the living room, and Phil explained what happened, turning back to the window to show him what happened. His father quickly called for his wife, taking Phil to the nearest mirror to explain to him that this was the person he was supposed to spend his life with when grew up. It didnât make much sense to Phil at the time, but when he got older he was so desperate to meet this boy that he used to pray to God every night, asking if the next day could be the day they could meet.
Now, eighteen years later, they still havenât met. Sometimes, if itâs late and Phil is sad, heâll pray like he used to as a child.
I canât be expected to keep waiting like this, heâd plead. Please, make it happen soon. I havenât even met him and I miss him like crazy.
This always left Phil thinking no one ever heard him, or that someone was just playing a cruel joke on him.
But now, Phil had graduated. He was 22. It was time he got a full-time job, got a more mature apartment, lived his life. He always felt stuck though, thinking he was putting himself further away from his love. He knew whatever money he was making from YouTube wouldnât be enough to support an apartment, bills, groceries, and maybe one day his reflection.
That is, until one day, he was offered a deal for a year long contract with YouTube. This would pay for everything, allow him to do YouTube full-time, but heâd have to leave his family and move across the country to London.
Would this bring him away from his true love, who was all he ever thought about?
July 13, 9:09am
âI promise, everything will be fine. Iâll be fine. Iâll be home before you know it,â Dan coaxed his mother.
âI know youâll be fine, but Iâll just miss you is all! Youâre going all by yourself, itâs such a big city, I donât want you to get hurt.â
âEverything will be okay. Itâs not like Iâm going to be alone all the time. I mean, Iâm sharing a hotel with three other people, weâre spending the whole weekend together. Plus, weâve been to London hundreds of times, you donât need to worry,â Dan relayed. He kissed his mother on the forehead. âLove you.â
âLove you too, honey,â she said, clutching her husband by the waist. He waved to Dan, shutting the door behind him.
The truth is though, he wasnât going to London to have a fun weekend with friends.
He wasnât going to let another day go by without his soulmate. He was going to university the next fall, and he wasnât about to start a whole new chapter of his life still wondering when heâd meet his one true love.
So, pretending to go to London, Dan was actually travelling all the way up to York, where his love must live somewhere near. He knew it was a big city, that he didnât even know if he was there, but he couldnât just sit back and wait for nature to take its course when Dan could make it happen himself. He put his headphones on, turned up his playlist, and walked the three blocks to the subway station. Having stayed up all night making the plans, he began to doze off on the ride, missing his stop to take him north, instead taking him east.
Looks like heâd have to go to London after all.
July 12, 10:17pm
âItâs a big switch, I know. But this is what I really want to do, and this is where I have to go to do. I can visit though, all the time,â Phil admitted to his parents. He had decided to take the job in London. YouTube was his passion, what heâs supposed to do, and he just hopes that his soulmate finds him there.
Always having lived no more than ten minutes from his parents house, he knew itâd be a big change to live on his own. His parents had called a car to help take all of his things, which had just pulled up.
âWe know itâs late, but somehow it costs half as much to do so in the middle of the night,â explained Philâs father, even though he knew how much of a nightowl his son was.
âWell, I guess this is goodbye for now. Iâll call you the second I get there. Iâll miss you guys,â Phil said. He fought back the tiny urge to cry. His family was all he had growing up, and they were extremely close. The three of them embraced, his brother waiting to have his own hug with Phil. He wheeled his suitcases out the front door, waving goodbye before shutting the door behind him. He exhaled, looking up at the constellations heâd renamed as a child to keep him company on lonely nights.
In the early hours of the morning, nearly 3am, Philâs driver kindly removed his bags from the trunk, helping him into the building and to the nearest elevator. Giving him a generous tip on top of the payments his parents made for the driver, they shook hands and Phil watched as he put the car into gear and drove away.
There was no one in the lobby, no one at the front desk, so he pressed the button up to his apartment. Walking down the corridor until getting to the door number he'd memorized beforehand, Phil noticed a bright purple key laying on the mat placed outside his door. They must really trust their tenants, he thought, noticing the obvious risk the landlord was putting himself at to leave a key to an empty apartment out in the open.
To his surprise after turning the lights on, the apartment had been furnished. Black leather sofas and matching chairs all surrounded a new flat screen TV, a bed frame and mattress awaiting bright blue and green sheets. Wandering through the house, he found a note on the bar in the kitchen.
Surprise! We didnât actually go to a reunion, we came to London for the day! The landlord was nice enough to let us break in and furnish your apartment.
We hope you enjoy, and welcome home!
Mum and Dad
If he didnât start to well up after leaving his parents, he surely did now. Looking around while wiping his tears, he stared out of the massive windows in the living room. It was all dark in London, most of the city lights even gone. Thatâs when he saw him again. His eyes were bloodshot, as if heâd been stressed over a computer screen, his hair a wavy mess. Before he could disappear, Phil pressed his fingers against the glass, only he knew he wasnât actually touching him. He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the glass as he felt his love slip away.
He left all the luggage in the living room, only taking his bedding with him and plugging his phone in and placing it on his new wicker nightstand. His head hit the pillow, and instantly he fell fast asleep, the last image in his brain the brown-haired boy with cute dimples.
July 13, 9:16am
Sunlight poured through the obnoxiously large windows in Philâs new bedroom. He knew he had to get up quickly, as he had about thirteen suitcases and two moving boxes filled with things needing to be unpacked.
In his two decades of living in the comfort of his family dwelling and university, he never really had to worry about a constant supply of food at his disposal. This didnât hit him until he wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and realized he had no food. Although unpacking is important, it wasnât quite as vital as eating, since he hadnât in over half a day. The lining of his stomach began to twinge with hunger, so he grabbed his wallet, left his empty, yet somehow slightly messy apartment to buy enough groceries to last time until the following week.
As it was his first day in this new city, he swiftly became aware of the fact that he had not prepared. At all. No maps, no research, nothing. So when Phil stepped out of his apartment building, he didnât know his right from his left, leaving him to follow the occasional road sign to signal him in the direction of the nearest grocery store. Since there was none in walking distance, he figured heâd have to ride the underground, and wrote a mental note to himself to get out and explore his new city.
Descending down the stairs, he came to the realization that oh shit, London is really busy. Clearly he had not done enough research, as he was corralled into the train doors, barely comprehending the situation. The tube was packed - literally, another human, no matter how small, could not fit on this train car. As it was rush hour on a work day, men and women in their suits were running through the train cars as if people were invisible, shoving them left and right to be the first one out. Phil had been among the victims, and was pushed so hard by an official looking man that he fell sideways, into a (luckily unoccupied) seat.
Thatâs when it happened.
July 13, 9:57am
Without moving, Dan opened his eyes and noticed he had really messed up. There were hundreds of people on the train, and not to mention the fact he had no idea where he was. He assumed he had landed himself in a busy city, as everyone was wearing their nicest work clothes and acting their very snobbiest. His neck began to ache from leaning his head sideways against the glass.
He removed his headphones, as his playlist had been duly disregarded due to his nap. His ears began to pop as he looked around, stretching his neck and legs out, and accidentally kicked the person next to him who had just been rudely pushed into the seat.
âSorry,â he started before looking up.
It happened. It was happening right now.
âOh my God,â the boy whispered.
He just couldnât believe just how blue his eyes were.
âMirrors donât do you justice,â Dan finally said. The boy laughed.
âI canât believe this is happening right now. Oh my god.â
Dan had noticed he was kind of freaking out, so he placed a hand on the boyâs knee to signal him to look up instead of around. âDan- Dan is my name. Daniel Howell.â
Oh my God, Phil thought to himself constantly. He remarked the fact that he hadnât really said anything. âMy name is Phil,â he said. âLester.â
âPhil,â Dan whispered to himself. âIâm Dan.â
âYou already said that.â
âOh, sorry. I just- wow.â
âYeah, I know.â
It just felt too unreal to be true.
Eighteen years, Dan thought.
Twenty-two years, Phil thought.
âWhat are you even doing here?â Dan asked. âDidnât you graduate from the University of York, like, yesterday?â
âHow do you even know that?â
Danâs cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment. âI, uh, your cap and gown yesterday, I saw it. And the fact that it said University of York on it.â
âI thought I saw you yesterday. I was taking a photo after I walked across the stage. You were in a camera lens. Of course you were upside down and distorted, but I still knew it was you. But anyway, I got offered a job here in London for the next year and-â
Dan stopped Phil. âWait, Iâm in London? Right now?â
âUm, yes? Aldgate station, we just left it,â Phil told him. âWhy?â
Dan began to laugh, leaving Phil confused.
âI was on my way to see you, actually. In York. And I told my parents I was going to London so they wouldnât worry.â Dan shook his head in disbelief, the rosy cheeks coupled now with a smile.
Phil just stared at him. All he could think was how marvelous his soulmate was. To think that this boy who had never met him before was about to travel however many hours just to find Phil, something he didnât think anyone else ever would. âYou would do that for me?â
âI know we hadnât actually yet, but I kept saying to myself that I missed you, and I didnât want to start this whole new chapter of my life without knowing who you really were. I was fed up with waiting, and I wanted to take matters into my own hands and find you myself, which now I realize I didnât have to travel very far to find you.â Dan felt a little bashful admitting to Phil that he was coming to see him, hoping he didnât find him to be stalkerish. âBut, luckily I donât have to travel all the way up to York.â
âSo what are you going to do now?â Phil asked him, hoping he could offer his home to Dan, because he was not about to let him slip away after just meeting him.
âWell, thereâs not much to do now, since I found what I was looking for. I guess I should just find somewhere to be for the weekend-â Dan thought aloud, but was quickly interrupted by Phil.
â-My house!â Phil exclaimed, then realized just how loud heâd said it. âYou should stay with me.â
âYou really think so?â Dan couldnât fight off the butterflies intruding his nervous system.
âOf course. Firstly who wants to pay for a hotel in the middle of London, and itâs you, and now weâre together, and I want to spend every moment possible with you.â Philâs eyes met Danâs, and they appreciated the moment where they could stare at each other, knowing either one wonât slip away, leaving their own reflection searching for something more.
âObviously Iâd love to stay with you.â
Dan truly couldn't believe it was actually happening, and how smoothly things were going. It was as if they had known each other their whole lives, as if they'd spent hundreds of hours together.
Then again, they sort of have.
Dan accompanied Phil to the shop, assisting in what foods to buy and what apartment essentials he knew Phil didnât have yet. It was very clear just how idiotic they looked carrying huge bags of food and batteries and extension cords onto a compressed train car.
They made their way up to Philâs new apartment.
âIâve never seen an apartment so high up,â Dan said, looking around at the minimalist furniture, the suitcases in the hall, the gargantuan windows.
âI know, I get a little bit scared if I think too hard about it. But I really need some color in here and whatnot,â Phil retaliated, orchestrating a new organizational system for his food, his back to Dan. Dan wandered around, looking into the empty bedroom, bathroom, the living room with two couches. A feeling of home washed over him, even with the white walls and cream-colored carpet and the windows overlooking an intimidating city he was unfamiliar with.
Phil watched as Dan aimlessly ambled his way through the living room, into the hallway heâd barely explored himself, watched him exhale deeply in the center of the apartment and let his shoulders sink. âI canât believe this is happening,â he heard Dan whisper to himself excitedly.
Once Phil had finished stocking the fridge and cluttering the counter, he walked across to Dan, who was staring out at the morning commuters seen from the window.
âWhen I look out this window tonight, and when I go into the bathroom, I'm not gonna see anymore,â Dan said sadly.
Phil hesitantly put a hand to his back. âBut it's okay, because the only reason we hadn't seen each other was because we hadn't met yet. Now you're real. Now it's all real. And I think thatâs a lot better than only getting to see you in a mirror, never hearing your voice, being able to see you in person.â
Dan turned away from the glass, swinging his feet to reflect Philâs. With a shaking hand, he slowly put it against waist. From the proximity he could hear Philâs quiet sigh, see his eyes flutter closed for a moment.
âDanâŠâ Phil said softly. Before he could say anything, Phil had grabbed the back of his head, strands of hair swishing between his fingers. Dan isnât one for suspense, so he leaned in close, touching his forehead to Philâs and connecting their lips. Dan hadnât really ever kissed anyone, he noticed in that moment, as he decided that being kissed in the playground when he was seven and then four years later didnât quite count.
âPhil, I haven't...I mean, Iâve neverâŠâ Dan trailed slowly against Philâs lips. He was barely eighteen, he embarrassingly enough has never even finished a glass of alcohol let alone been on any level of intimacy with another person.
âItâs okay,â Phil whispered, bringing his lips up to Danâs forehead, then moving sideways into his hair, kissing down his jawline then circling back to Danâs lips. âDo you want to, um, sit?â he asked, gesturing to the nearby couch, which Phil hadnât even sat on himself yet. Dan nodded, as Phil walked him over and sat them both down in one fluid motion, their bodies keeping in contact the whole time.
Gently, Phil placed himself overtop Danâs body, looking down at the boy beneath him. His brown locks were tactile. The plump lips, the little chip in his tooth, it was all tangible. Phil could hear Danâs hard palpitating over the sound of his own. He knew that Dan was young, nervous, but he could see it in his eyes - that look of pure amazement.
âAre you okay? Do you want to keep going?â Phil breathed against Danâs skin.
âYes.â
âItâs alright if you arenât ready. We just met and everything.â
Dan grabbed Phil by the collar of his shirt, bringing him in close. âI have known you my whole life, Phil Lester.â
To Phil, it almost looked as if there was a sparkle in Danâs eye. Sitting him up, he removed Danâs thin white shirt and gulped hard, looking at every bone and inch of skin on Danâs chest. It was remarkably beautiful. He leaned down, kissing the center of his sternum. Phil removed his top as well now, starting a pile on the floor.
âYouâre beautiful,â Phil said in Danâs ear, his hands tracing over the protrusions of his bones, the soft skin on his stomach, his arms and his shoulders and everything there is to look at. Dan stretched a hand out, grabbing onto the side of Philâs chest, pulling him in close. It was like a magnetic field had encased them in this position, electrons around them so powerful you could see sparks when Dan touched Philâs skin.
Phil kissed Dan, a slow kiss, the kind you melt into, the kind that speeds up gradually and turns intense and makes the sun set and the stars fill the sky. Phil had removed Danâs jeans after taking off his own, their limbs tangled half-on-half-off the two-seater sofa. Dan wrapped his arms tight around Philâs waist as the gentle motion of their bodies back and forth turned acute and Dan could feel Philâs hand dip beneath the band of his boxers, a loud gasp erupting after he grabbed him lightly.
âIâve never...I donât know...what toâŠâ Dan found himself saying again.
Phil reached a finger up to Danâs lips in shushing motion. âI know. Donât worry about anything. Iâve got you.â
With these words Dan sank deep into the couch, to where he was practically laying down. Phil used his knees to prop himself up while straddling Dan, taking his hands up to sweep the hair out of Danâs face and kiss him hard. Hearing him moan quietly, Phil wanted more from Dan. He knew he wanted everything in this moment. Dan looked up at him, nodding.
Bit by bit Danâs underwear made its way to the pile, and they were both naked.
âIâve never been naked in front of someone before,â Dan said softly to Phil.
âWell, if itâs any consolation, you are extremely breathtaking. Iâm so lucky to have you finally.â
Phil positioned Danâs legs open slightly as he leaned back to align their bodies.
âOkay, are you ready?â Phil asked, a thumb stroking Danâs thigh.
Dan, a tiny bead of sweat emerging from the side of his head, his face bright rose-colored, pupils dilated, nodded quickly. His head extended out beyond the couch as soon as Phil entered him, eyes rolling back, a moan louder this time protruding from his lips, along with the first letters of Philâs name.
âItâs okay? Youâre okay?â Phil asked immediately.
Dan grabbed him by the shoulder, bringing their bodies flush together. âIâm great, Phil. I have never been as okay as I am right now.â
âI think I love you already,â Phil said hushed, thrusting cautiously slow in and out of Dan, careful not to hurt him.
âI know I love you, too,â Dan half said, half moaned against the skin of Philâs neck.
âI, Phil, Iâm-â he started. Phil took the hint, leaning down to kiss his member before wrapping a hand around, causing Danâs breath to hitch and his moans to occur closer together before he finished over the sound of him saying Philâs name once more in synchrony with Phil, as if they were in a movie.
Phil pulled out, grabbing a towel and the blanket from his bedroom. Cleaning them both, he wrapped himself in the duvet and climbed on top of Dan once more, engulfing him in the warmth with both arms bringing him close to Philâs body.
âThank you,â Dan whispered against the skin of Philâs chest, Philâs fingers intertwining in his curly brown hair.
âNo, thank you. For coming to find me,â he said.
âIf this is what I waited eighteen years for, it was so worth it.â
July 13, 7:14pm
âWhat do you want for dinner?â Phil called from the kitchen. Dan had just gotten out of the shower, washing off the train and restless night and sex from his body.
âI dunno, wanna order something?â he said halfheartedly. He was more interested in the mirror, more importantly the fact that it was just him. Phil was gone. For the most part, he was thrilled. Heâd never lived a life where he was the only thing he saw in a mirror, heâd begged for the day that he finally got to say he only saw himself. A small part of him missed it though - the anticipation, the beckoning late at night, wondering why he was tormented like this. It was nice to see him whenever he pleased in real time, though he knew that it meant he had never seen him in real life. This is much better, he finally decided. After all, he was looking in Philâs mirror.
He finally left the bathroom, sporting a pair of his cartoon pajama pants and a hoodie that belonged to Phil.
As he watched Phil order takeout from his phone, he couldnât help but notice just how nice he looked without a shirt on. He only had on a pair of sweatpants, one hand in his messy hair, the other confirming their food order. Â Dan sat down at a barstool across from Phil, who was finally setting his phone down, a playlist of familiar songs softly sounding from his speaker.
âYou werenât in the mirror,â Dan said, smiling.
âYou arenât in my mirror either, youâre right here,â Phil said as he cupped Danâs face in his hand, placing a light kiss to his lips before walking over to the TV asking Dan what heâd like to watch.
The teapot Phil put on the stove started to whistle, and Dan poured their tea into two plastic cups, since Phil still hadnât bought mugs or plates or anything useful. He joined Phil on the couch as he channel surfed, stopped when Dan jumped at seeing the Great British Bake Off come up. Â
Twenty-five minutes later, the time passed by covering one another in the large green and blue duvet and harshly judging the contestants, there was a knock at the door and a man in a red hat holding a large paper bag expecting money. Thankfully enough they wisely ordered chinese food so they wouldnât need to use their own utensils, which they seemed to have very few of.
And all night, they spent it watching reruns of baking shows, picking at their dinners, opening each otherâs fortune cookies, kissing, admiring the view from so high up where no one could find them.
July 15, 10:39
Phil sighed loudly. Theyâd already made breakfast, brushed their teeth, but decided to get back into bed. He was holding Dan close, sitting up and spooning him from behind.
âYou have to leave today, donât you,â he said sadly.
â...Yeah.â
Dan turned around, looking up at Phil, a hand reaching up to hold and shoulder and kissing him. âI wonât be gone for long. Promise.â
And in that moment, Dan got a great idea.
âCome with me.â
âWhat?â Phil asked.
âSeriously, my parents think youâre actually really cute. You can meet my family. I havenât committed to any university yet, they know how much I wanted to meet you and whatnot, you can come home with me for a few daysâŠâ Dan rambled.
And, in that moment, Phil was the one with the great idea.
âDan. Live with me. Go home, pack all your things, and live here with me. Go to university here. Make videos with me. Hell, start your own channel. We can make this work.â
âPhil, are you serious?â
âI am. Iâm not letting another week slip by where Iâm without you. Iâll come home with you, Iâll meet your family.â Dan turned bright pink again, this time with excitement. He jumped up, bouncing on the bed. âYes!â He reached down, grabbing Phil by the hands and forcing him up too. Phil scooped him up when he was mid-jump, holding him in the bridal position before kissing him hard and falling back onto the bed with him.
âMore, once more before we go home,â Dan pleaded quietly, followed quickly by Phil ripping off his and Danâs shirts and slipping his tongue into Danâs mouth.
They wasted no time fully undressing, but this time Phil ran out of the room and rummaged through his bags to find a small bottle of cherry lube.
âPhil, what is that?â Dan asked, looking puzzled at the small red container.
âIf you thought last time was good, just wait,â Phil growled against the skin of Danâs neck, his head bobbing down and kissing every inch of his cinnamon-colored skin until reaching his waist. Rocking back onto his knees, Dan watched in the broad daylight as Phil coated himself with the scented lube and fell back onto his thighs, head at the center of Danâs rib cage and eyes looking down to center his aim.
He looked back up at Dan, placing a kiss on his collarbone before locking eyes with him.
âItâll be different this time, just so you know. Ready?â
Dan nodded passionately in time with Phil thrusting in roughly once, the sensation causing Dan to claw at Philâs back and his voice to go up two octaves.
âOh my God, Phil- I ca-Phil,â he managed to stutter through a string of moans, his head tapping the headboard every second.
âDan,â Phil whispered in a hungry tone.
The sound of Danâs moans was enough to send Phil over the edge quicker than normal, pulling out and taking a hand to Dan and pumping him in a fluid motion until giving out, breaths uneven and chest heaving.
Before rightfully collapsing back onto the bed, Phil took the initiative to clean Dan up with a washcloth, miraculously not getting anything on the bed.
After climbing back into their embrace, Phil swept the hair out from behind Danâs ear and kissed him gingerly.
âPhil, did that last like literally ten minutes?â Dan asked a few moments later.
âYeah, it really did,â he answered, sending them both into a fit of laughter.
Eventually, though, Dan packed up some of his things and made his way to the underground with Phil to catch a ride back to Berkshire. On the hour long ride, Phil explained his career to Dan, who was impressed, to say the least, and Dan went into depth about his family tree.
As the intercom buzzed on, the man stated inaudibly that they had reached their destination. Phil grabbed Danâs duffel bag and carried it all the way back to Danâs house, an easy ten minute walk back to his house.
As they approached his front steps, Danâs hand shook as he reached for the doorknob.
âYou okay?â Phil asked him in an effort to calm him.
âYeah, yeah, just a little nervous. Theyâre gonna be pretty shocked, you know?â
He placed a hand on Danâs arm. âItâll be okay, trust me.â
Dan took a sharp breath in before turning the knob slowly. No one was by the door, but he heard his mother call âDan?â from the kitchen.
âMum, Iâve got something to tell you,â he said nervously.
âWhat is it?â she asked, walking out into the living room, still sporting a pair of oven mitts. Upon seeing Philâs face, she stopped dead in her tracks. âWell, hi there.â
She walked closer, taking off the mitts and extending a hand to Phil. âItâs very nice to finally meet you.â
Philâs cheeks turned a light tint of red as he shook Danâs motherâs hand, saying, âIt is very nice to meet you too.â
She invited them to sit, as she was just finishing making dinner for later that evening.
âYouâll stay, wonât you?â she asked. Dan looked at Phil questionably, grabbing his hand and replying with a yes from both of them. They decided that over dinner they would confess their future plans.
âOh, by the way,â she called, âyou got some letters from the unis here on the table if you want to open them.â
Dan hadnât planned on telling Phil all the places he applied to, as he hadnât committed anywhere yet. However, though, he did happen to be expecting a letter from the University of East London, a short ride on the tube from their new apartment. He applied to several others around the country, including one in America, but now he knew where he was destined to go after having a terrible time deciding where to go. Of course, all the places heâd applied to were equally great - sufficient programs, nice cities, lots to offer, but with them all offering the same accommodations it made it very hard for Dan to decide.
They joined Danâs mother in the kitchen, filing through the mail on the table to find several letters from nearby universities. He tossed aside the ones from Manchester, Plymouth, Newcastle, until he got to the final one - the one heâd hoped was there. He didnât show Phil that heâd gotten one for London as not to get his hopes up, but after seeing the big block letters and the exclamation points he couldnât hide the giddy feeling and started jumping up and down in place.
âLondon! I got into East London!â he exclaimed.
His mother and Phil joined him in his cheers, receiving hugs from both.
July 15, 6:41pm
âSo, we kind of have something to tell you guys,â Dan started.
Phil grabbed his hand underneath the dinner table.
âWell, you see, when I was going to London, before I even got there, this guy got pushed into the seat next to me, and well, I think you can guess who it was. Weâve spent all this time together, actually, at his flat in London. He just moved there. So, what we decided is that instead of paying for room and board at university, Iâm going to move in with Phil and commute. Thereâs a train station five minutes from the apartment and itâs a short ride to East London. We know itâs short notice, but I guess I didnât really realize just how magical it really is, like how you always said.â
Phil stepped in.
âI know you really donât know me, I mean besides seeing me for eighteen years and whatnot, but we talked about it a lot, and we really believe this is the wisest decision, as now that I finally found him I donât want to spend a day without him. Iâm sure you know what itâs like, after hearing a story like yours.â
Danâs parents sat back, taking it all in, eyes wide.
âSo youâre sure, 100%? Because if this is what you two really want, we understand,â Danâs mother said after a moment.
Dan turned to his mother, his eyes gleaming with certainty. âWeâre sure. Promise.â
âWell, what do you think?â his mother said to his father.
âI thinkâŠâ he began.
âI think itâs wonderful. Iâm just so glad you found each other.â
Dan was ecstatic. The smile tugging at either side of his face was pulled so tight his teeth were showing. He turned to Phil, intoxicating him with his smile.
That night, Phil helped Dan pack his things up into bags while his parents went out to buy moving boxes and call the same car service Phil had used just days ago.
âI canât believe this is happening. Itâs all happening, Dan!â Phil shouted, scooping Dan from under his arms.
âI know, Phil. I know.â
In some other universe, things may not be as perfect as here. But in this one, you fall in love with your soulmate before you even meet them. You are destined to find this person and spend every moment brightening each otherâs lives. Others may not understand how this works, and Dan himself may not understand how it works, and Phil may never be able to wrap his head around how lucky he is. Luckily though, in this universe, the world is a magical place full of magical things, where things will always end up the way they are supposed to.
September 8, 7:05am
Today is Danâs first day at the University of East London.
âYou look cute,â Phil said, adjusting Danâs collar and straightening out the straps on his backpack.
âYouâd say that anyway,â Dan joked.
âThank you for an amazing summer. I hope you have a great day,â Phil said.
Phil watched as Dan skipped up to him, kissed him on the cheek and then on the lips, told him he loved him, then closed the door behind him.
He exhaled happily.
âI love you, too, Dan.â
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His Maid, However You Please: 2
Summary: Beauty is a dangerous quality to possess. There will always be those who wish to steal it away.
Pairings: Eventual Sebastian x Demon!reader
@wintersdollâ
Warnings: Violence
Word Count: 2857
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"You again!" Ciel sneered.
"A deadly efficient butlerâthat's me!" Grell posed and stuck his tongue out.
Ciel looked away from him as Grell shrugged. "Though I do find myself masterless at the moment." He jumped off the roof and landed before Ciel. "After the Madam Red incident, I was temporarily demoted. And now, I only get the lowliest of jobs. That brute Will told me I wouldn't get my old post back until I collected some truly troublesome souls. That rotten sadist!"
He crossed his arms and tapped his chin in thought. "Although I must confess, I like rotten fruit every now and then." He shuddered in delight. "And those cold, bruting eyes of his sure keep me warm enough on a freezing night!"
That was when he looked down and noticed Pluto, obediently sitting next to Ciel. "And whose this wild one? He's a cutie." He glanced over at Ciel, who looked as if ready to attack instead of Pluto.
Grell tilted his head. "Oh dear. You aren't considering avenging your beloved aunt Red, are you? I mean that would just be silly."
"You shut up!"
"Now, now, be nice. I don't see Bassy or N/N anywhere. What could a brat like you do without them?"
"Be quiet!"
Pluto then went forward and growled at Grell, who looked at him with widened eyes. "Oh, is he your protector for the evening?" He looked away and mumbled to himself. "Why does this little kid get all the good-looking men?"
*bark* Pluto charged forward, which made Grell hug himself. "Ooh, he's going to attack me!" He opened his arms to him. "Oh, how exciting! I'm all yours, but please be gentle-" It was only when Ciel ran passed him did he notice Pluto had charged passed him and towards another direction. "Hey! What am Iâchopped liver?!"
Ciel ran after Pluto, until he stopped upon seeing Pluto was in front of a doll shop, with a familiar looking doll on display with curly blonde hair, green eyes and a pink dress.
"Lizzie!" He went to go towards it, but stopped once he noticed Grell beside him reading a book.
"Look what we have here. Number 493 on the To-Die-list: butler and puppeteer to the house of Mandalay." He looked up at the shop. "A Mr. Drossel Keinz."
*smash* *bark* *bark*
Ciel looked back, to see Pluto had jumped through the window then proceeded to run to the building and throw the door open. Pluto was crouched down with the doll in his mouth.
Pluto ran to Ciel as he crouched down and took the doll from him. The first thing Ciel noticed was the orange bow wrapped around the doll. The bow Lizzie had been wearing as a barrete earlier. Lizzie
He looked around and noticed the back door was open. They all ran out the door and stopped at the site of a large, old castle. Lizzie's somewhere in that mansion. I know it.
"Goodness, not exactly the most welcoming of places is it?" Grell stepped forward and looked up at it with a hand on his hip.
Ciel looked over at Grell. This is the man who killed Madam Red. But...I need him. Memories of Lizzie flashed through his mind as he looked down.
"Fine, Grell. Come in with me."
"Huh?" Grell looked over at him in surprise.
"Protect me and I'll grant a request."
He scoffed. "How insulting. Earl or not, you think I am the type of woman you can just buy with money-"
"I'll give you Sebastian for a day and you can do whatever you want with him." He looked up at Grell with a smirk.
Grell stopped and tapped his chin. "Sebastian-and whatever I want to do?" He grinned and beamed down at Ciel. "Even kissing?!"
Ciel shrugged. "If that's what you want."
Grell gasped. "Does that mean I can use tongue?!"
A smirk crawled up Ciel's face. "Do anything you please with him."
Grell almost fainted from his fan-girling, but then he stopped and thought about something. "I wonderâcould this affect dear N/N in any way?"
Ciel chuckled. "No need to worry about Y/N. She hates him."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Oh please, she barely let's him in the same room with her, let alone something as intimate as kissing. It really is a wonder how they get anything done together."
Grell squealed in excitement. "Its an offer I couldn't possible refuse! I'm deadly serious!" He posed (again)
. . .
*slam* Grell held the main doors open. "All right, here we go! ...eh?" His smile dropped as they all stared at the life-size realistic girl doll standing on a pedestal in the center of the room, her eyes cast downwards, staring into nothingness.
They ran forwards and stopped in front of her, but a certain blue diamond had caught the reaper's eye. "Hey, look. That ring's a lot like yours, isn't it?" Ciel looked down at the familiar blue ring upon the girls right thumb.
The hope diamond? He looked closely at her face. This doll looks like...
He thought back to the photo of the girl that came with the queens letter.
Impossible! The girl's eyes rolled down and her arm suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat. He put a hand over hers, but she was too strong. In a desperate attempt, he looked over at Pluto. "H-help, Pluto!"
Unfortunately, Pluto was a little busy playing with his new toy, one of the small dolls. "You stupid useless mongrel!"
A glass bulb suddenly fell and hit her on the head, which made her release her grip on Ciel and make him fall to the ground. "Now, why would you call the puppyâwhen you should be calling me?"
He looked up at the red grim reaper that was standing on the chandelier. "Grell!"
He rubbed his hands together. "As a reaper, I have all the tools needed for harvesting a soul." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two pairs of scissors. "My death scythe!"
Ciel stood up and looked at him in confusion. "Um, but aren't those just... scissors?"
Grell flailed his arms around. "What do you want me to do?! Will took away my personally modified death scythe! I miss it so much!" He stopped and grinned. "I'll show you! I'll snip her into bits!" He leaped off the chandelier.
Ciel held up a hand. "Hold on! Don't hurt her! She isn't actually a doll!"
"Death! Welcome to the after life!" He soared down and sliced her neck as she approached Ciel, then landed on the ground in front of him.
Ciel ran to the girl as she fell, but stopped as saw dust poured out of her neck. "Maybe she was a doll after all."
âȘ Wood and clay will wash away, wash away, wash awayâȘ
They both looked to the double doors as they opened up and out stepped a man with light orange hair that was cut in flares, tossed aside from his eyes, and bangs that reached his chin. His eyes looked as if they were made of glass, being amethyst and stir emotionless. He wore a blue and pink eye shadow to accentuate, as well as, below his right eye, was painted a blue fleur-de-lis.
His attire consisted of a blue tailcoat, gold piping and a red ribbon tied in a bow around his neck, and a black top hat decorated with a red ribbon and two black feathers. Along with short black pants, white gloves, knee high black-white striped socks, and black boots with gold buttons.
His face was illuminated by the candelabra in his hand. "What a useless doll. She was another failure." He walked forward and stopped a few feet from them. "So then, I thought to myself: In order to succeed, I must make them considerably stronger than this."
Ciel rose up and watched him as he raised his arm and moved it to the lyrics.    âȘ Build it up with iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steelâȘ âȘ Build it up with iron and steel, my fair ladyâȘ From the shadows he came from, several life-size doll girls came out and stopped in front of the ginger. He then backed away and disappeared back into the darkness.
Ciel looked at all of their faces. "I've seen them before."
Grell snipped his scissors. "I'm not going to let anyone take away my day with dear sweet Bassy!" He charged forward, with Ciel once again putting a hand up.
"Hold on, Grellâwait!"
"Take this, dolls!" He went towards one of the girls, who blocked him, which made him fall back. He looked at her with wide eyes. "I-I couldn't cut them!"
The skin that had covered the girl's hands was gone, exposing her steel hands. They all started to march towards them.
"Grell, this is an order! You and Plutoâ" Who was still playing with his toy in the corner. "âstay here and keep the dolls occupied. Play with them...for as long as it takes."
Grell liked back at him in fear. "Huh?"
Ciel took out the ring that had been on the first doll's finger and clenched his fist around it.
A doll had soared towards Grell, who moved back in time, making her steel hand stab the ground where he was. He looked to the side when Ciel ran past them. "You're going to leave me here?! Not very human of you!"
"I'm the inhuman one?" Ciel replied as he ran out of the room.
The dolls look just like the pictures of the kidnapped girls. No, the dolls are the girls. That means...Lizzie... He thought as he ran up the flight of stairs and into the main ballroom.
"Ciel Phantomhive." Ciel stopped in the center of the room and looked up at the ginger that sat up on the balcony, watching him. "You are indeed a beautiful specimen. I'll have to make you into a doll worthy of such exquisite beauty."
Ciel turned and gazed up at him. "What have you done with Elizabeth?"
The ginger seemed to ignore him and only pulled his hat over his eyes. "Now, what material shall we use for you? Clay will wash away too easily, but iron is far too crude for you."
Ciel clenched his teeth in both anger and annoyance as the ginger raised his hat to look directly at Ciel. "So then, I thought to myself-" Ciel didn't wait for him to finish as he kept running, until he left the room.
The ginger rose his hands and conducted the lyrics. âȘ Build it up with silver and gold, silver and gold, silver and goldâȘ
Ciel opened the door to find himself in a black room with white painted masks mounted on the walls. Then, the masks opened their mouths and sang in a perfect harmony.
âȘ Build it up with silver and gold, silver and gold, silver and goldâȘ âȘBuild it up with silver and gold, my fair ladyâȘ
Ciel covered his ears and kept running as the singing continued.
âȘ Build it up with silver and gold, silver and gold, silver and goldâȘ âȘBuild it up with silver and gold, my fair ladyâȘ
The voices seemed to grow louder as he ran up a flight of stairs and into another room, slamming the door behind him.
He was panting as he leaned his back against the door. But when he caught his breath, his eyes widened at the familiar symbol that made up the floor. The symbol that forever left his mark on him.
"That day...my birthday...my life changed forever. As long as I live, I will never know a happy birthday again." His eyes narrowed. "Never!"
"Truly master, nothing good ever happens on your birthday, does it?"
Ciel froze at the familiar female voice and turned towards the open window. His eyes widened at the two shadowy silhouettes behind the curtain that was currently blowing inside.
"You lost your parents, your home, and this time, you stand to lose Lady Elizabeth." The curtain blew to the side, which revealed you and Sebastian sitting on the window seal with your legs crossed.
Ciel sneered at the both you, but mostly at the person who had just spoken. "Y/N!"
You were both silent, but he only seemed to get angrier. "Take that back, right now."
You tilted your head. "What do you mean?"
He stepped forward and clenched his teeth. "I won't let you taunt me!"
You smiled and looked down. "Master, earlier you had informed me you had some business to take care of. This "business" of yoursâdid it include endangering yourself? In a misguided effort to rewrite the past, I mean." You looked up at him knowingly, but he only continued to coldly glare at you. You softly chuckled.
Sebastian outstretched his hand. "Do you remember what you said at the frost fair? About your body? About your ring?" When Ciel didn't respond, he continued. "What you saidâwas both had been shattered and reborn. And that you no longer had any fear of being broken, yourself."
"I remember. You don't need to remind me." Sebastian smirked at the harshness in Ciel's voice.
âȘBuild it up with iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steelâȘ
You looked at Ciel curiously as he turned and faced the double doors. Seconds later, they opened and an entire group of girl dolls entered in.
âȘBuild it up with iron and steel, my fair ladyâȘ
Ciel's eye widened. "They defeated Grell."
You jumped off the ledge and walked over to them, paying close attention to the music the dolls seemed to be moving to. "Interesting. They appear to be controlled by the singing of that song."
If the lyrics are build it up with iron and steel, that seems to give them strength to move. But, if you change the lyrics, you could break them...
"In which case..." You folded your hands over your stomach. âȘ Iron and steel will bend and bowâȘ
Ciel looked up at you in surprise. âȘ bend and bow, bend and bowâȘ The music ceased, along with the dolls, who began to move their heads to your voice. âȘ Iron and steel will bend and bow, my fair ladyâȘ
You jumped up, landed behind one of the dolls and bent her iron neck, which popped open. As you continued, the dolls' metal necks had all bent open. âȘ Iron and steel will bend and bow, bend and bow, bend and bowâȘ You outstretched your arms and stood in the middle of them as they all broke.
âȘ Iron and steel will bend and bow, my fair ladyâȘ As you finished the last line, you bowed before Ciel and lowered your head.
He glared down at you. "Who are you calling a lady?" You looked up at him with a smirk and raised an eyebrow.
You then stood up as Sebastian walked over and looked at him. "Now, young master, let us go."
"I think not."
You all turned at the ginger that stood in the doorway, surrounded by the fallen dolls, now carrying a music box, painted with a blue fleur-de-li around his neck that you assumed was the origin of the music.
"Ciel Phantomhive, you are now the property of my master." From the corner of your eye, you swore you saw a vein pop out on Ciel's forehead.
My, someone doesn't look very pleased.
"'Property'? Who do you think youâ"
"The proof is there. You're marked by the very ring you're wearing." Ciel stopped and looked down at the ring upon his finger.
"I know what it is. That is a Hope peace. The same gem my master sends as a token to those who are destined to become his dolls."
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him. "What master?"
He raised his arms out. "It's been decidedâCiel Phantomhive is going to become a doll. An exquisite doll made of silver and gold."
You gave a smug smile, then raised a finger and moved it to your voice. âȘ Silver and gold will be stolen away, stolen away, stolen awayâȘ
The ginger's eyes widened. "What?" He watched and reached out as Sebastian picked Ciel up bridal style and you both jumped out the window. You, of course, throwing one last smirk over your shoulder before disappearing into the night.
The ginger walked to the center of the room and looked out the window. "He was indeed stolen away." He slumped down to his knees with his head down. "However, I am thinking to myself..."
He looked up. "Ciel Phantomhive will return. Whether he wants to or not."
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Mutant X [TV] (2001-2004)
S01E17 âPresumed Guiltyâ
[spoilers]
Sci-fi/action
Tom McCamus plays a main role in season 1
This is one of my favourite episodes. Itâs full of science to debunk, Tom has a bigger part than usual, and we get some hints about the past.
The episode opens with a couple walking through a disused warehouse to meet Adam. The woman is trying to convince the man that Adam can help him, but they really should have had this discussion before they got there because she ends up tripping and falling down a hole. Adam shows up at this point and the man blames him for the death, then uses whatever power it is that he has on him. And as with all powers in Mutant X itâs some kind of neon glowing thing.
The man pretends Adam killed his girlfriend and aims a gun at him. Adam canât remember what happened so ends up wrestling the gun off him and running away.
The GSA are looking for the man, whose name is Mark (Paul Popowich). Mason says all the GS Agents he has sent to find him forgot what they were doing as soon as they looked him in the eye. So Mark has the power to destroy memories. If he had been a smart man, he could have made quite a nice living out of that. Mason has a new second in command, Lena (Tiara Sorensen). So he kept his promise and only allowed Mr Delay to keep his job for a short while longer. Lena has a second eyelid, so is confident Markâs powers wonât work on her. This is a nictitating membrane, which I have spoken about before in my theory about ferals and their eyes. The CG effect would have been good if they hadnât done some weird, unnecessary enlargement of her irises and pupils.
The team realise Adam is missing and try to get in touch with him. When they canât they try to track him down. Emma goes to the warehouse and sees a body being wheeled out. Brennan and Shalimar follow his tracking signal. Iâm not sure where the location of this shot is but itâs the same street Adam and Jesse walked down when they were talking about Michelleâs powers in the previous episode. Brennan finds his ring, covered in blood. Why is no-one ever concerned about touching other peopleâs blood on film? Yes we know itâs not real, but itâs dangerous to perpetuate the myth that blood isnât a disease carrying bio-hazard.
Mark randomly walks through a parking garage and has the standard chance meeting with Lena. Mark tries to do his eye thing, but Lena does her eye thing and gosh that effect is really bad. This show is so bad in so many ways, but I feel I must state again that I love it. Lena has another power, she can emit some sort of venom from her mouth that blinds. I think she is supposed to be a snake feral, as some cobras can spit venom (I guess breathing was more TV friendly) and also have nictitating membranes. Adam shows up, really with no reason. Perhaps Lena had somehow tracked down and followed Mark, but Adam was supposed to be running away from him so he had done a really bad job of that by randomly encountering him again. I canât really see the logic in him saving Mark. If someone had accused you of murder, wouldnât you be sort of glad theyâd been attacked by someone else? I mean, maybe he could be some kind of lunatic who frames people for murder. Oh. Yes, he is. Adamâs comment about it being the blind leading the stupid is pretty funny. He must have lost a lot of his memory if he can call himself stupid.
Jesse finds an âartistâs renderingâ of the suspect in the womanâs murder. Thatâs damn fast work by the cops! And an absolutely photo-realistic rendering. I mean, have you seen police photo fits? And where did they get that from? An eye witness? We see Mark walking past a police station earlier (poor choice of walking route, as heâs definitely not walking out of there. I do wonder if directors think about things like that at all.) So weâre thinking Mark went to the police. Iâd be surprised if they didnât find whatever scenario he must have cooked up to have a slightly fishy flavour. And despite spending maybe five minutes with Adam, he can describe his facial features perfectly? I know I couldnât even do that well with someone Iâd known all of my life! Could they not have got someone to do a drawing like the rather excellent one of Mason in an earlier episode?
Mark leads Adam to his girlfriendâs place. It must have been pretty near, as he still canât see at this point. The police are there, and they go into another disused warehouse. Itâs not exactly clear if that is Markâs girlfriendâs squat or if they just panicked and ran inside a place with a handy unlocked door. A few things that I was picking apart earlier are explained in this scene. A day has actually gone by and Adam decided to track Mark down to ask him some questions about who he is, as he remembers nothing. Adam says he broke into a doctors office to research his amnesia. Maybe he could have tried the library? Anyway, his research led him to believe he has either retrograde, post-hypnotic or emotional-hysterical amnesia. Retrograde affects newest memories first, so if he at least has memories of how to look up medical conditions (something he would have learnt in the distant past) thatâs a maybe. Post-hypnotic does what it says on the tin. Emotional-hysterical sounds more like a cause than a type of amnesia. He states sodium amybarbitol or thiopental as common treatments for amnesia. So he found some and tried them. Donât try this at home. Seriously donât. Sodium amybarbitol is a sedative and anaesthetic, so thatâs unlikely to help. Sodium thiopental is also an anaesthetic and used in lethal injections! Jesus Christ Adam, itâs surprising you arenât dead! I think he must have accidentally looked up drugs to cause amnesia! But nonetheless, he now has the impression that Mark is lying to him.
What follows would normally be the Mason being very disappointed in his second in command failing him yet coming to tell him about the failure nonetheless. But he is quite interested by Adamâs involvement, and sends Lena to catch Mark as he believes he has all of Adamâs memories.
Jesse and Shalimar go to the crime scene to investigate. Why is it so easy to get into crime scenes on TV? Just duck under the tape and youâre good. Shalimar uses a feral power we havenât seen her use before, her eyes glow a more red shade of orange than usual and she can âseeâ Adamâs footprints. And we see her touching blood as well. At least sheâs wearing gloves but she does put it dangerously close to her nose.
Mark changes his story and tells Adam that he found him standing over his dead girlfriend. He tries to convince him that the murderer was another member of Mutant X but Adam isnât convinced. Mark tells Adam to turn himself in to find out who he is.
Emma and Brennan track him down somehow. He doesnât recognise them. Oddly Emma uses her powers to confirm that he is confused but doesnât try to help him with his memory. Lena catches Mark and while Emma and Brennan are too busy gawping at that, Adam makes a run for it, straight into the arms of the law.
Lena brings Mark into Genomex. Heâs wearing some glasses that look like they started life as those ones optometrists use. Mark denies having Adamâs memories but calls Mason by his first name, so Mason takes this as heâs lying. Forgetting of course that pretty much every New Mutant seems to have heard of him, despite the GSA being a secret agency. Lena puts a sub dermal governor on him and uses the âpainâ button, something weâve not seen in quite a few episodes. Mason tries to win him round by offering him a job.
The Mutant X team scan the second blood sample Shalimar found at the scene of the crime, and after reading about Markâs power they put two and two together.
Mark gets a grilling as the GSA try to extract Adamâs memories. Lena says half of what he says are scientific equations. I find that a bit odd. Iâm no genius but Iâve been a scholar and I canât say I ever actually talked in equations. Perhaps when I was looking directly at them and trying to work something out?
Mason decides to pay Adam a visit at the police station. How he knows heâs in there is anyoneâs guess. Was it reported on the news or Proxy Blue in a scene they cut? But anyway itâs a great scene, where for once we see Adam and Mason not at each otherâs throats. Both completely out of character, of course. Adam is just completely oblivious to everything but is understandably suspicious of this strange visitor. Mason, I imagine, is acting like the last twenty years never happened. As Iâve said before I get the impression they used to be great friends. I donât think Mason is being out of character here, I think heâs hoping he can somehow have his friend and colleague back on his side. He tells the story from his own perspective, but does perpetuate the lie that Mutant X are the murderers. He talks about bringing Adam âhomeâ to Genomex. And when you start calling work home, itâs kind of troubling but sort of nice at the same time. Mason gets kicked out by the cops, but as he leaves Adam looks like he believes him. But as he may have old memories of working with Mason, thatâs not surprising. I think this is the first time in the series that we actually see Mason treat someone as an equal (except perhaps Breedlove, but that ahem went up in flames.)
The team find out about the visit and decide the intervene. Adam looks scared to see Jesse phase through the wall of his cell at first. He tries to get Adam to remember making the commlink rings but he calls for a guard. Who turns out to be Brennan. He mentions the name of the woman Adam supposedly murdered and his memory starts coming back. I kinda find it difficult to believe thatâs the first time he heard the name since âthe murderâ but OK. Adam decides to trust them and they break him out. They take him back to Sanctuary but he still has next to no memory. The girls look really upset that he doesnât remember them. They get him into the lab and he starts to remember how to use the computer, which has controls that look like an overly complicated arcade machine by the way. He seems to start regaining his memory, or at least trusting what he has been told, but then ends up on the floor in pain.
Mason is questioning Mark again. I donât know what they mean to achieve by putting him in a CT scanner with his head sticking out! And if the scanner was on Mason should definitely not be in the same room as him. I personally hate seeing scanners like that on TV after that one episode of The X Files that still makes me feel sick so Iâm actually glad this scene is a bit silly. Mark still seems to be churning out equations so Mason gets frustrated and is about to give up on him before he suggests physically taking him to Sanctuary.
Adam gets scanned in the lab chair, and doesnât have to wear the Lab Underwear. What happened to that? Did they finally decide theyâre too revealing? And also isnât that scanner for realigning DNA strands of New Mutants or somesuch bunk? Iâm not sure why Emma points out his temporal lobe. Maybe the machine does brain scans as well but again, the girls shouldnât be in the room during that. Adam thinks his brain cells are being genetically corroded. That sounds pretty nasty and also like fake science, but weâll let him off this time as he isnât quite himself.
Sanctuaryâs lights go on the blink and it turns out Mark successfully got in. For once they actually bring enough GS Agents with them to knock out some of the team. But Mason makes that classic villain mistake of acting like he has won prematurely.
Emma tricks Mark into thinking she is his dead girlfriend and begs him to do the right thing. He doesnât even question the fact that heâs seeing a dead woman alive again. Emma tells him she knows the death was an accident, but how could she? Possibly sheâs lying because she knows thatâs the only way heâll give Adam his memories back.
The two ferals face off in a battle where theyâre not even attempting to simulate real gravity any more. Shalimar ends up pushing Lena into a cloud of her own venom.
Adam is back to his old self and confronts Mason, who refuses to back down so Adam hits him. I suppose Mark must have stolen his memories while he was knocked out as he ends up back at Genomex with only a vague idea that he works there. Lena is in a similar state. Itâs a comical ending, but weâre left to wonder how weâre supposed to believe they reset everything back to normal for the next episode. How does Mason recover his memories? Did Mark steal anything worth knowing from his memories? (Probably not, knowing the seemingly limitless computer cracking powers of Mutant X).
This episode was so difficult to choose screenshots for, I ended up with over 100! It wouldnât be so difficult if I didnât like some because they tell a bit of the story well and others because they have interesting angles/lighting etc.
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The Best of Bold Colour
The Best of Bold Colour
Roundup
by Lucy Feagins, Editor
The Eltham home of John Henry and Deb Ganderton features Verner Panton coloured chairs and a Robert Venturi Chippendale chair, with Peter Wright polka dot artwork. Photo â Sean Fennessy for The Design Files.
Primary Pops
Introducing colour at home doesnât necessarily mean painting walls and surfaces. A white-on-white scheme is the perfect backdrop for pops of primary colour â seen here in the Eltham home of John Henry and Deb Ganderton, whose colourful Verner Panton chairs and a kaleidoscopic collection of artwork transform this bright, white space.
P.S. I once promised myself I would never used the expression âpops of colourââŠ!  Consider this the first and last time.
Matt and Carly Skinnerâs home in Beaumaris. The front lounge room features original bench seating with reupholstery by Grazia & Co, skylight which runs the full length of the room, Supertuft Escape Velour carpet in âAbbyâ, and Treehouseâ artwork by Sally Smart. Photo â Annette OâBrien. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Artist Tai Snaith and Simon Knottâs Northcote home with chairs by Svend Skipper (pink) and Grant Featherston (cream) upstairs, alongside art by Tai (left) and Adam Lee (right). Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
The Beaumaris mid-century home of Grazia Materia and Steve Parry. The kitchen and dining area feature bar stools designed by TH Brown circa 1960, and Australian made Comcork (rubber and cork compound) sheet flooring in âsafely yellowâ. Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Surface Switch
Colour can be introduced on any surface â why not try the floor!?
A bright, eye-catching flooring choice can be the perfect treatment in mid century homes, such as Matt and Carly Skinnerâs incredible home in Beaumaris, which features Supertuftâs Escape Velour carpet in âAbbyâ. Carpet is making a comeback!Â
Louise and Martin McIntoshâs home in Melbourneâs North-Eastern suburbs. The timber-lined ceiling is original, the homeowners added grasscloth wallpaper to the walls, and cushions by Swedish designer Stig Lindberg. Photo â Eve Wilson, production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
The study in Madeleine and Jeremy Grummetâs North Caufield family home. Photo â Eve Wilson, production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Incremental Updates
Contrary to what reality TV would have you believe, Â a great interior shouldnât be completed in a week â banish âThe Blockâ mentality! For an eclectic and authentic feel, beautiful rooms need to be layered and added to over time. This incremental approach frees you up to save for items you REALLY love (buy well, buy once!), and gives you time to develop confidence in your decorating choices.
Even a room with white walls can be given an extraordinary lift when layered with colourful objects and soft furnishings. Fill your bookshelves with colourful books and objects you love, and introduce a bold floor rug or soft furnishings in an accent colour.
Phillip and Lauren Liâs Parkdale home. The master bedroom features pendant light over bedside from Hub, bedlinen from Bedouin Societe, painting by Richard Claremont, side table from Globewest and custom made bedhead. Photo â Eve Wilson for The Design Files.
The North Melbourne home of interior designer Amanda Lynn, her husband Leon Levine (a lawyer), and their much-loved cats  Buster and Ting! Artworks from left to right by: Rick Amor, Mary Pitjara, and Mitjili Napurrula. Revolving bookcase is an early Australian piece, bought by Amanda from an auction many years ago, while the sofa is from Arthur G and yellow lamp Jielde. Photo â Annette OâBrien. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
The home of Jo Dabrowski and Andrew Fisher. The living room features brown leather Longreach sofa by Neil Burly for Anibou (Thonet NZ), coffee table custom-built in London and designed by Andrew Fisher, Bertoia Diamond chairs from Alfieâs Market London, and yellow lamp from Mill Markets, Geelong. Photo â Anette OâBrien. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
The Northcote home of interior designer Amanda Henderson Marks. Above â old French bed with Weylandts side tables and assorted cushions from Amandaâs shop, Gardener and Marks in Albert Park. Bedroom walls are painted in Dulux Companion. Photo â Eve Wilson, styling assistant â Nat Turnbull, production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Wall Treatment
YES, painting a room requires a little effort, but itâs also one of the cheapest and easiest ways to give your interiors a major update, without the need for professional help.
If you lack confidence with bright colours, try a mid or charcoal grey â still âneutralâ, but with a little added oomph!
We also love shades of deep blue and teal in bedrooms and bathrooms, as seen in the homes of interior designers Amanda Henderson Marks and Lauren Li. After all, as Lauren says, âWhy not splash around some colour, it feels good and makes me happy!â
Annie Price and Jamie Patersonâs mid century home in Beaumaris. Vintage Dutch wallpaper from Etsy, fibre optic lamp from garage sale, print and cushions from an op shop, curtains and small teak table from eBay, and Modular chairs from Charlesâ Chairs. Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Annie Price and Jamie Patersonâs mid century home in Beaumaris. Vintage Wallpaper from The Bitch is Back in St Kilda, Divan couch by Anderson Furniture Australia (Designer: Gerard Dubey) upholstered in vintage fabrics. Cushions made by Annie from Jamieâs Nanâs old curtains, and actual curtains from eBay. Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
The Sydney residence of Karen Julian, her husband Bruce, and their two grown-up daughters, Holly and Megan, features an incredible array of vintage wallpapers. Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
The Sydney residence of Karen Julian, her husband Bruce, and their two grown-up daughters, Holly and Megan. Study nook vintage wallpaper found on eBay, vintage pendant light from eBay, ornaments found at Vinnies, and shelving made by Bruce. Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Prints and Patterns
If thereâs one thing more anxiety-inducing that choosing a bold paint treatment, itâs installing wallpaper. Terrifying stuff. Understandably, since wallpaper can be a significant investment, and requires an expert to install. (DONâT even think about doing it DIY!)
The right wallpaper, though, can completely transform a room. We loveAnnie Price and Jamie Patersonâs mid century home in Beaumaris, and The Sydney residence of Karen and Bruce Julian, which both feature an incredible array of vintage wallpapers.
Try Flashback Fabric for a brilliant range of retro-inspired options.
In case you missed it in our house tour this morning: inside the Potts Point home of interior decorator Chrissie Jeffery. The master bedroom includes, bedhead in âMaggie Linenâ in âfigâ with âMrs Munroâ hand-block printed linen on bed, and velvet cushions from Designers Guild. Photo â Nikki To, production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
The bold and beautiful home of Kip & Co co-founder Kate Heppell, her partner Mal Heppell (of DMS Landscapes).  Photo â Eve Wilson, production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Bold Bedrooms
The bedroom is the most personal of spaces, rarely seen by anyone other than close family. So, if you canât go BOLD with your decorating choices here, where can you!?
Moody greys and blues are always a popular choice for sleeping quarters, but itâs also worth experimenting with brighter hues!
We love the feminine palette in the home of interior decorator Chrissie Jeffery, and the unexpected orange in Kate and Mal Heppellâs sunny master bedroom!
The North Fitzroy home of Kylie Zerbst (of Obus) and partner Simon Murray. Artwork by Kirra Jamison. Photo â Annette OâBrien, production â Lucy Feagins / The Design Files.
Start with a Door
My number-one tip for introducing colour at home, particularly if you donât have the time/money/confidence to tackle a big paint job, is to start with one internal door â so easy!
Just twi litres of paint and an afternoon is all you need!
Madeleine and Jeremy Grummetâs North Caufield family home. Artwork titled âHomecomingâ by Luisa Rossitto , op shop Parker chair covered in Warwick âPantoneâ fabric, and coloured glass, which has been passed down from family members, bought from op shops, on overseas travels, and from talented local designers. Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins/The Design Files.
Inside the home of Madeleine and Jeremy Grummet. The colourful TV/family room features blue Ottoman from Kasbah Imports, hot pink cushion from Curio+Curio, vintage ceramic racing car made by 13 year old Harriet Grummet. The Red/pink vessels on shelving are by Madeleineâs friend Emma Davies, and the orange acrylic bird by Madeleineâs other friend Madeleine Stamer. Photo â Eve Wilson. Production â Lucy Feagins/The Design Files.
Colourful Collections
A love of colour usually starts with âstuffâ. The stuff that catches your eye: bedlinen, cushions, tableware and trinkets⊠things you buy without much thought for where they will go or how they will be displayed. But, as a collection grows, you often start to see common themes emerge.
Display much loved objects en masse, grouped by material or colour. Weâre in awe of the coloured glass collection in the North Caufield home of Madeleine Grummet.
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