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miss-choco-chips · 3 years

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YJ College au: Zatara

Zachary Zatara is both a myth and their housemate.

In which Bart has a cryptic-buddy, Tim is stressed because cute boy insists on being annoying, and everyone else just rolls with it.

Tagging @animemangasoul and @marudny-robot cause I know you guys like this au

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As usual after pulling an all-week-er (he had left the ‘nighters well behind at this point), Tim was up late that saturday. The window had been left open last night, so a soft streak of sunlight wamed his bed, waking him up slowly and peacefully. Yeah, he would have liked a few more hours, but sunbathing in his sheets for a while wasn’t all that bad either. What would make this half-awake-half-dreaming experience would be some chill music.

Muddled mind made, he rolled in his bed, hand patting the mattress for his phone, squinting his eyes open when he hit something different instead.

He found himself to be almost nose to nose with a dark haired, grey eyed boy.

Tim started that fine morning screaming himself hoarse.

-.-.-.-.-

Sitting at the kitchen’s table, getting everything ready for a late sunday breakfast, Kon raised his head when he heard the strong sound of a scream, followed by… yeah, that was a body hitting the ground. It was unmistakable, in this house.

“Oh, hey guys”, he called to the attention of the rest of his housemates, all in equals states of zombie-ness, with not as good hearing as his. “Zachary is here.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“The fuck, Zach? My bed? Did you HAVE to crash on my bed? Why are you even here?”

Tim, four coffee cups after his pseudo heart attack half an hour ago, was ready to face the day and their intruder.

“Dude I live here as well, you know. Also your bed is literally the softest thing I ever slept on, you rich bastard. Learn to share.”

“I’ll buy you your own fucking mattress if you swear to never crawl on my bed uninvited again.”

The boy’s eyebrows rose, suggestively. “What was that about an invitation?”

Distressed and not feeling awake enough (he was still two cups away from that) to deal with bi thoughts this early in the morning, he turned his most helpless look to Conner.

Because he was the best friend ever, he threw a pillow to Zachary. And because he was a suck up to anyone who brought him food, Bart intercepted the hit and gratefully accepted the candy bag he got in thanks.

“But actually, Zat, what are you doing here? I thought you were in Berlin?” interjected Cassie, her own tea (the heathen) cup warming her hands as she cuddled with Cissie and Greta on the couch, legs in each other’s laps and generally being the cutest shit ever.

Anita, not very keen on that kind of sweet love, had been wrestling with Slobo for control over the remote for the last fifteen minutes. Miguel was keeping count on their hits for them, though it was mostly assured he would rig the whole thing up to whoever had bribed him better before the fight.

Tim just wanted to go back to sleep in his sun-warmed bed.

“C’mon guys, keep up”, moaned Bart, candy bag half empty already, “he was there two weeks ago. He had an exam yesterday so he came back last monday.”

“...come again?”

“I’ve been room-hopping ever since, though none of you seemed to mind. Until I disturbed sleeping beauty over here, at least.”

Miguel’s eyes left the fight to squint suspiciously at them. “We weren’t aware you were doing that. Where did you sleep? How didn’t we notice?”

“I'ma mystery. I also move around a lot when sleeping so I probably ended up under someone’s bed after crashing from studying. Oh, Anita, if you were wondering, your purple bra is under Cissie’s bed.”

Anita slowly let go of the grip she had on Slobo’s neck. Her eyes shone something dangerous. Cissie, the one who was apparently hosting the boy all along, also stood up and frowned.

“How do you even know that bra is mine!!”

“What the fuck were you doing under my bed, you bastard!”

Tim sipped his coffee, bitterly. “At least he was under it, and not sharing it.”

Kon patted his back.

-.-.-.-.-..-

“I swear, Jay, he thrives on making me lose my shit. He just… comes and goes whenever, leaving no proof he was ever there, or acting like he was always around. Drives me nuts. I’m not sure he even attends classes, and I only know he actually has a right to enter our house because his rent money always appears on the kitchen table a day before its due. He doesn’t even have a room, why does he even pay? To have an excuse to scare the shit out of the rest of us. Except Bart. The little shit lives for our suffering.”

Jason arches an eyebrow, sipping his beer as he carefully examines his brother. Tim looked less tired than the last time they saw each other, and the modifications done by his psychiatrist had done wonders to the shadows in his eyes. But he seemed somehow… frazzled.

“And he was just there when you woke up?”

“His nose was touching mine.”

“I bet your little bi heart couldn't take that, huh? Is he cute? Maybe you invited him to share your bed the night before and just don’t remember. You know how you get after a week of disregarding your general wellbeing.”

“Oh, shush you. I take care of myself. When was the last time you went to your check in with Patricia?”

Jason scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “I missed one session, because I have exams too you know? But I’m up to date with Silvio, and we are working on slowly easing me off the medication.” He noticed the way Tim looked at his drink, expression screaming bullshit, and he scowled in response. “Fuck off, it’s alcohol-free. Kori and Artemis would have my head if they caught me mixing my dosage with anything stronger than tea, and I can’t deal with Biz and Roy’s disappointed eyes.”

Tim thought of the last time he refused to see his therapist, and the look in everyone’s (specially Kon’s) eyes, and had to agree. Having friends sucked when one wanted to wallow in self destructive conducts.

“Whatever, all I’m saying is, he’s not cute enough for me to forgive his weirdness. You know the people I roll with, so this is saying a lot. And I would remember inviting him to my bed, if anything for the mortification of it. I’m also…”

The ring of the doorbell distracted them both of whatever Tim was gonna say next. Waving his brother off, Jason got up to pay for their pizza.

When he returned to his living room, Tim was no longer alone.

“Who the fuck are you?” He exclaimed, eyes going back to the hallway at his back, then again at the black haired, grey eyed kid sitting next to Tim. “And how did you get in? We are on the sixth floor and I was just at the only door I have.”

Tim raised his eyes at him, and he seemed equal parts resigned and frazzled. ‘Told ya’, he seemed to say.

“Yo, the food’s finally here. I’m starving. The name’s Zachary Zatarra, by the way. Tim’s friend and housemate.”

“Allegedly” mumbled the other under his breath, earning himself a smile and pat on the back. “Don’t question it, Jay. He’ll be gone after a while when none of us are paying attention. Just let it be.”

“But while I’m here”, the other boy continued, grinning devilishly as he looked at Tim and then Jason, “instead of questioning how did I get in, what about I tell you all about your lil bro’s crush? It 's adorable.”

Tim raised an eyebrow “I don’t have a crush on anyone.”

“Like I said, adorable. He’s so oblivious, it’s precious.”

Decision made, Jason left the pizzas at the coffee table and went to fetch a soda for their guest. Gossip, especially about his siblings, was the best way to gain his immediate cooperation. And he could always force the answers about Zatara out of Bart; the brat was terrified of him.

-.-.-.-.-.-

“Hey, who has to cook tonight? Because I’m craving chicken nuggets.”

Cassie raised her eyes from her magazine, tapping a finger against her chin.

“Uhm… Zach, I think?”

Miguel nodded. “Okay, thanks, where can I find him to suggest my dinner idea?”

Cissie, legs on Cassie’s lap, dropped her head over the couch’s armrest. “Ask Tim? Wasn’t he crashing with him this week?”

That same moment, said boy entered the room, shaking his head. “No, he was sharing with Anita and Cassie.”

“No, he wasn’t… Slobo?”

“Not with us either”, denied Miguel, sharing a look with his roommate to confirm just in case.

“Conner?”

“Didn’t Bart say yesterday he was driving him to the airport?”

“Wait, he left the country again?”

“More importantly, can Bart drive?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

When Tim came back home from class, Damian was in his living room. Using a laptop. Sitting side by side with Zatarra.

This couldn't be good.

“Hey, Timbo, welcome back.”

“Drake.”

Not uttering a single word, Tim turned around and walked out of there. Sleeping on a park bench seemed like a preferable choice, compared to finding out exactly why the two banes of his life were sitting together. It was healthier, good for his peace of mind.

Something something self care? His therapist would be so proud.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Hey dude.”

“Zatara. Your presence here disrupts my room’s feng shui. Please remove yourself from the premises.”

“This disaster zone is the farthest thing from armonious. If anything, I’m improving it.”

Tim raised his eyes from the computer screen. He could always kick the other man out, but that would require leaving the nest he made out of blankets and snacks on his bed. Perhaps a more civilized option would be better. Besides, as boundary-less as the dude was, he didn’t step into the room, just remaining on the doorstep, so whatever he was here for, he most likely needed Tim’s willful compliance.

“If I listen to what you have to say, will you leave?”

Zatara smiled angelically, like butter wouldn’t melt on his mouth, but the look behind his eyes was nothing short of devious. “That’s actually what I came to speak with you about. I have a show…”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“A magic show. Dude, you do know I’m a magician, right?”

Tim didn’t, in fact, know that, besides baseless suppositions about his disappearing-and-appearing abilities. But he had an all knowing facade to maintain, so he grunted in acknowledgement.

“Right, so, I have a show scheduled for tomorrow, but I took Bart out to dinner yesterday so I’m all dried up, and I need to buy a plane ticket asap.”

“Are you asking me for a loan?” he inquired, incredulous. As a general rule, all their housemates refrained from that. Something about not wanting to take advantage of their billionaire friend…

“No, no. I’m offering you a…. service.”

“Look, Zach, no offense? But you ain’t cute enough for me to stoop that low and pay for the… pleasure of your company. I can just give you the money and you pay me back whenever, dude.”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that! You wish I was offering something of the sort” he laughed, arms crossed and side leaning against the doorframe, chest and arm muscles perfectly visible. Tim kept his eyes carefully above neck-level. No need to give any weakness away.

“Then?”

“I know you love me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t make you miserable, right?”

“That is correct, yes.”

“Are you familiar with the ‘Buy my silence, $8.000 a month’ meme? Then get ready for a ‘pay for my absence’, my good bitch. I thought maybe you’d like...”

“Sold. I buy it. Take my credit card and go, be free, roam the world. Just get out of my room and fucking text once in a while so I know you’re alive.”

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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Dear Daisy 2

Harry is not a bad housemate. He keeps the house pretty clean, at least the part of it he actually lives in, and the hallway that Daisy's room is in, is for her. He let her rearrange the bathroom to her liking, even though she was going to do either way, and she cleaned out the office next door, with the exception of the desk drawers. They were locked, and when she mentioned it to Harry he simply grumbled "and they're staying locked."

He doesn't go to work very much, even though Daisy knows he's got a job in the office of the company, but even when he's home he sticks to himself. Of course they eat together, and they go to town together because he wanted to make sure there was food in the house that she likes, and sometimes they sit in the living room together, Harry looking over paperwork while she reads a book. She never thought that Harry would be quiet, considering he use to take every opportunity he saw to tease her, but she's not going to complain. She prefers silent, brooding Harry to rude, condescending Harry.

The back porch creaks under his footsteps, letting Daisy know he's come outside. She doesn't look at him, continuing to move her crocheting needle through her yarn. The sun's getting warmer and the grassy dewier, and Daisy's glad she decided to bring a blanket out to sit on. She hates the way wet grass feels on her legs.

She hears Harry come off the porch, and his feet tap on the flagstone pathway, and finally the grass squish under his feet. "For fuck-" he mutters through a huff, not finishing his sentence before he's literally leaping on the blanket next to Daisy. She tries not to snicker as she moves over so there's room for him on the blanket.

"Why's the grass bloody wet?" Harry grumbles, falling on his behind and stretching his legs out in front of him. Daisy looks up, giggling when she realizes he's barefoot.

"I watered it yesterday because it was getting crunchy." She says, trying not to sound to happy that Harry got mud on the bottom of his feet. She's sure he can tell.

"When did ya do that?" Harry asks, leaning back on his elbows.

Daisy shrugs. "Don't know, you were upstairs I think or something."

"Every time I ask you a question, you say ya. don't know."

"I knew the grass was wet." She says teasingly, smirking when Harry let's out his famous annoyed huff. He doesn't respond for a bit, just lays by her and watches her fingers manuever the needle. After a moment, he speaks over the twittering birds.

"Where'd ya learn to do that?"

Daisy hums, finishing her stitch before answering. "My grandma, she taught my mom too but my mother's awful at teaching anything."

"Why?"

"Because she's impatient and rude when someone doesn't immediately think like her," Daisy pauses, looking up at Harry, "you two should get along quite well."

She looks at him long enough to see his eyebrows scrunch and hear him scoff, returning to her work with a smirk. "Maybe you should tell her how rude and impatient I am tomorrow when you have lunch with her and my mum. At least someone in that family will like me."

His tone is bitter, a low mutter in her ear, and for a second she feels bad. Until she remembers that he is rude and impatient, and deserves to be teased by her. It's only fair, and she wants to say so but she's too shocked by his plans for her for tomorrow to even mention it.

"What?" Daisy asks, looking up at him again. He's looking ahead at the fence and growing trees that line the backyard, but he's smirking cockily. She wants to wipe that smile right off his face.

"You're going out with the girls tomorrow. Gotta find a dress for our engagement party."

Daisy huffs, face scrunching in confusion. "I have dresses!"

Lazily, he turns towards her, eyelashes light in sun and eyes twinkling. Daisy thinks he looks cute, innocent. Until he opens his mouth of course.

"Not dresses that the wife of Styles man would wear." He gives her a fake smile, lips curling cruelly.

Daisy's cheeks heat up, both in embarrassment and anger, and she clenches her jaw to keep from saying something rude back. She's goes back to her crocheting, a new found energy going into it because she's so embarrassed she thinks she could jam her needle into Harry's ear.

He must be able to tell that he's pissed her off, because he sighs lowly and lays back on the blanket, looking up at the clouds while she crochets. They stay silent, and Daisy's beginning to think that maybe this is what the rest of her life is going to be like.

Harry drums his thin fingers against the steering wheel, humming along to the song coming through the radio. Daisy doesn't know what song it is, but she supposes it's pretty good, especially with the way it's beat rumbles in Harry's chest.

"Try and act like you don't hate me too much, yeah?" He requests, voice just loud enough to be heard over the radio. Daisy scoffs, turning to look at the side of his face.

"I know how to act in front of your mother Harry, I'm not stupid."

His jaw ticks, and his eyes flutter in annoyance. "Didn't say you were bloody stupid, was just reminding you."

"Well don't."

They fall back into silence, Daisy looking out the windshield as they drive into town. Harry said he was dropping her off at a restaurant where he's made her and the girls a reservation. She doesn't know what restaurant, and she doesn't really care because she's too worried about having to spend a day with Anne and Gemma. She can't let them know how she really feels about Harry.

His breaths are harsh puffs of air, undoubtedly muttering curses under his breath or in his head. Daisy ignores him, enjoying the ride into to town. They pull up in front of a restaurant called Ellio's, Harry leaving the car running as he climbs out. He opens her door for her, holding out a hand to help her out.

Daisy steps up onto the sidewalk, brushing out her skirt with the palm of her hand. "They're already be inside." Harry tells her nodding towards the building. She looks over her shoulder, seeing Kitty and Meredith sat by the window. Kitty waves a tiny hand at them, beaming when Harry wiggles his fingers back at her.

"I guess I'll see you later then." Daisy says, turning back to Harry. He nods, running his fingers through his hair and he squints at her. Daisy waits for him to say more, but instead he just sighs and shakes his head, ducking down to wrap his arms around her waist. It's a brief and awkward hug, Daisy barely having a chance to rest her hands on his shoulders before he's pulling away and walking around the car.

"Don't eat too much dear, still need to fit into your dress." He says, winking at her over the top of the car. She gapes, heart pounding as he climbs in and drives away. Her hearts still shuddering when she gets inside and sits with the others, her mind replaying the way he'd said "dear" over and over until she's sure she looks like a deer in headlights.

"How are you holding up with Harry, love?"

Daisy's skin feels itchy and uncomfortable as she realizes Anne's speaking to her. When Harry told her she was coming to lunch with everyone, she somehow didn't realize that she'd definitely have to speak about Harry to his mother and sister, and she doesn't really want them to know that she hates Harry. What mother wants to hear about their child being a bad person?

"Fine!" Daisy immediately squeaks, blushing at the way her voice cracks nervously. She clears her throat. "He's.... I mean, I'm-it's fine."

Anne chuckles kindly, dabbing her napkin at her mouth. "Oh it's okay honey! We know Harry's a tough man to be around."

The girls all giggle at Anne's admittance, and Daisy feels herself relax into her chair more. At least she doesn't have to totally lie today.

"It's a little awkward. I mean, we don't really know each other and he doesn't talk much, but it's fine." Daisy says, wondering how Harry came from a woman as kind as Anne.

"Oh, now he's quiet!" Gemma complains, "I lived with him for years and he was a menace!"

A chorus of laughs ring out, even Kitty joining in even though she's always enjoyed Harry. Daisy can't help but wonder what he's doing today, if he went to work or stayed home. She sort of wishes he were here for her to pick on.

"He's still a menace." Daisy murmurs, eyes widening at how fondly the sentence comes out. She looks around, hoping no one's noticed, but by the way Gemma smirks at her, she's afraid she's realized too.

Daisy doesn't really know what she was expecting for an engagement party she didn't plan. Maybe a nice restaurant, or a catered dinner held in the garden at Thomas' house. She definitely wasn't expecting to be driven to the docks, where a large boat was being loaded with people. People not wearing life preservers.

"W-we're going on a boat?" Daisy stutters, chest starting to feel hot as her heart pounds. Harry closes her car door, right hand taking hers.

"Yeah, m'uncle set it up."

They cross the parking lot, her knees wobbling the closer they get to the water. "Did-did you pick the boat?"

"Didn't pick anything," Harry says, sounding a little annoyed with her. "I was just told when to show up."

Daisy nods, biting her bottom lip. This couldn't have been on purpose, she tells herself as the back of her eyes begin to sting. Thomas didn't know she's terrified of water or he would have planned something else. They're reaching the steps up to the dock when Harry pulls her into the sand, hiding them by the wood pillars.

"What's wrong?"

Daisy looks up at him, shoulders folding in when she sees the heat in his eyes. Is he mad at her? It's not her fault that she feels this way, in fact, it's his fault.

"I-I can't, um I can't get on the boat."

Harry sighs, his eyes fluttering shut and nose scrunching. She knows he's upset, she's seen that look on his many times before. It's never been accomplished by that glint in his eyes, though, and she's not sure what to make of it.

"It's just that, I'm not 100% comfortable-not even like 10% comfortable-being on a boat."

Her cheeks burn in embarrassment as Harry eyes flicker between hers, a furrow between his eyebrows. "You're afraid of boats?"

"No, I'm afraid of the uh water underneath the boat." Her confession is nothing more than a sheepish murmur, so quiet she hopes Harry even heard her over the waves crashing. "I don't know how to swim....still."

She chuckles awkwardly at her weak attempt at a joke, waiting for Harry to start complaining about having to deal with a baby cry for a fiance. She waits for his nostrils to flare and his lips to curl up mockingly. She gets the exact opposite.

Harry's features all soften. His shoulders droop and the creases of his face fade into soft skin. She thinks she might even see some sympathy in his eyes, or at least regret and it makes tears well in her eyes.

"It's gonna be okay." Harry says softly, the usual growl in his voice gone. "We'll be fine, I've been on this boat a million times."

Daisy doesn't get a chance to question or argue with him because he wraps a strong arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his shoulder. It's like all the air is sucked out of her body, and her stomach flutters as she feels how warm his body his and how good his cologne smells. It's not fair, it's not fair that he's this perfect man on the outside, dragging her in with his broad biceps and handsome smile, but constantly berating her with harsh words and intimidating gaze.

"I'll stay by you the whole time, promise."

The softness of his words, the way his voice is just a breath against her ear but the most sincere she's ever heard him, makes her lean into him. He strokes a thumb over her exposed arm, waiting for her to speak.

After a moment she realizes where she is and who's holding her, and her heart jumps into her throat. She quickly pulls away, wiping under her eyes to keep from having to look at him. "That's not very comforting." She jokes pathetically, straightening out her dress. A tiny smirk tugs at Harry's lips, one that looks too forced to make her feel proud of her teasing, takes over his face. He doesn't say anything, but he does reach out for her hand, and his hold stays strong as they step into the boat.

The laterns on the deck are lit, and the plates and food cleared away. Daisy, practically glued to Harry's side, is starting to feel droopy and tired as she listens to Harry chat with someone from work. She thinks his name is Peter, but she's met far too many people tonight to remember. Her cheek falls to rest against his arm, eyes fluttering over the area. A few people have taken over the dance floor, swaying and twirling to the soft music flowing through the air. Daisy spots Sterling and Stella pressed together on the dance floor, and she immediately smiles. She wonders what it'd be like to love like them. To be with someone who genuinely wants you for you, and not because they're being rewarded too.

Summer and Kitty are also on the dance floor, Kitty's little legs wrapped around Summer's thin waist as she giggles and laughs. If this were a normal night Daisy would be with them, spinning and tossing Kitty around without a care in the world. But she has to be Harry's fiance tonight, a fiance deserving of a rich business man like Harry.

Daisy was so busy watching her friends she didn't realize that Harry's friends have excused themselves or that Harry is reaching for her other hand. She lets him take it, hoping that maybe they look as good together as Stella and Sterling.

"Wanna dance with me?"

She looks up at him, chest seizing when she sees the laterns glowing in his eyes. "Okay," she agrees, grin growing when he leads her towards the others. He stops at an empty table for a moment, peeling off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his button up. Her cheeks go hot as she watches him. She can't believe how good he looks in his just button ups and suspenders, hair a little mussed up from running his fingers through it.

Harry nods towards the middle of the floor, settling a warm hand on her waist and taking her other hand in his. She reaches up to grip his shoulder, inching closer to him as he begins to sway. She lets herself relax, despite the itching reminder that she's still floating on the ocean, and let's Harry guide her. Turns out he's fairly good at dancing, and that makes Daisy even more annoyed.

"Not too bad, huh?" Harry whispers, looking over the people around them. "Being with me, I mean. I had a good time tonight."

Daisy doesn't know what makes her say it because she's never been honest it vulnerable with Harry. But she still lays her head on his chest, murmuring, "I had a good time too."

Her eyes flutter shut, heart beat steadying and she thinks about how Harry stuck to his promise. He had kept his hand in hers or an arm around her shoulders all night. Every time they hit a bit of bumpy water he squeezed her closer and murmured in her ear that everything was fine. The more time she spends with him, she realizes, the more okay she feels about being with Harry. And maybe that's not a terrible thing.

#dear daisy #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles au #ww2 harry #soldier harry #angst #1930s #1930s Harry

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sadienita · 5 years

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Take Care - Part 3

Minghao x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

TW: Contains mentions of death and panic

You were trying to let yourself get to know Minghao. He was kind and caring and you were still so nervous about him and all the things that could happen bu you felt like it was wroth it to give this a shot.

You’d been texting Minghao a lot over the last few weeks but with all of your papers and projects finally finished you had time to spend with him. You were slowly meeting his housemates and some of their soulmates as well. You had met Seungkwan and Jada. They were sweet and loving, though you had heard from Minghao that they had a rocky start, and everyone in the house heard their fight during midterm season.

You’d just met Chan and his two soulmates, Jia and Mochou. You were as surprised as anyone to see someone with two soulmates. To see the three of them happy together and , for now, tuning out the world, was heartwarming. Minghao also reacted so well to them. He wasn’t phased by it, he accepted that that was what fate had in store for the three of them. They were certainly sweet together and you were glad they didn’t break anyone’s heart over it. The more love the better.

You felt a sadness in you still. Something you had hoped you could leave in the past. But you knew that was wishful thinking. You couldn’t leave a thing like this behind you. You knew you would always carry it with you, the shock of it would never quite leave your bones, the way the bright lights looked would never quite be erased from behind your eyelids. That day at once felt a thousand years away and as if it was yesterday. It tugged at your heart the way it always did, except now it was worse.

You caught Jia’s stare just before the movie started. She gave you a weird look when you had stated that you and Minghao were taking it slow. She was judging you quite quickly. It wasn’t her fault though, had you been in her position you wouldn’t understand it either. She was young and in love and enjoying one of the best parts of finding your soulmate. You could understand how too someone like her or Chan your choice might seem odd. She was too polite to say anything but the way she blushed and cuddled closer to Chan when you caught her staring told you all you needed to know.

You leaned against Minghao’s leg and glanced up at him. He gave you a sweet smile before returning his attention to the movie. You could feel the guilt bubbling up inside of you. Minghao had been nothing but understanding. He seemed to figure out very quickly that something was up with you. You were overly cautious about some things and very protective of him. He went along with it, if only to ease your mind. He sent you texts to tell you he was home safe after late nights out or walking you home. He looked a few extra times before crossing the street. He put up with you badgering him about little things. And he wasn’t pushing you into a relationship. He was letting you be friends. He was letting you take things however you wanted.

It didn’t seem fair to him. He was so patient with you. He didn’t ask why you needed the reassurance that you asked for, he just gave them to you, no question. You couldn’t help but feel like he deserves someone who was a little more ready for this. It had been 6 years and while maybe this was the sort of thing that took a lifetime or more to deal with, it still felt unfair to Minghao.

You fiddled with the locket you were wearing. Was it fair to want to fall in love? Was that even an okay thing to want? You didn’t know people like you. Certainly not people your own age. No one had an answer on this sort of thing. You didn’t think it would happen so you didn’t think it was important to worry about it until now. And now, you had no clue what direction you wanted to go with this. You had no way to handle it.

You spent most of the movie wrapped up in your own thoughts. It got later and later and while you would usually take the bus home from Minghao’s, they had stopped running by the time movie night was done and it was just the two of you left in the living room. Minghao glanced outside and frowned.

“How are you getting home?”

You checked your phone, shaking off some of the sleepiness. “Uh… Oh shoot the buses are done. I guess I’ll walk.”

“Are you sure? You live pretty far away. And…”

You looked outside and frowned, suddenly understanding Minghao’s concern. It was a snow storm out there and the sidewalks were bound to be terrible. Not to mention the temperature was well below freezing and nearing the point where the walk home could put you at risk for frostbite. You bit your lip as you tried to come up with another way home.

“I can borrow Jeonghan’s car and drive you if you want.” he offered.

You could feel yourself tense up at the thought. “Maybe it would be better to walk.” you said, getting up quickly.

He caught your arm gently. “I’m not letting you walk in this. So either let me drive you or call you a cab, or you can stay here.”

You thought it over. You really didn’t think you were ready to stay the night, even if you knew he would give you his room and sleep on the couch himself. There was too much stress wrapped up in that. You could handle a car ride every once in a while. You’d seen someone for this. You would be fine. The drive would be fine and he would get you home safe and then get himself home safe.

“I don’t want you driving back alone, though…”

“Can I bring Jeonghan for the ride then?” he asked, looking at you earnestly. You nodded slowly and he smiled at you before heading to the back of the house to find Jeonghan. That man loved to sleep but as you had already gather he was usually up late and tonight was no exception. He grumbled something at Minghao before giving you a tired wave and grabbing his coat. You gathered your things as Jeonghan tossed Minghao the keys. He settled himself in the back seat and popped in his earbuds, clearly trying to sleep. You got in the front seat nervously and Minghao climbed in the driver side. He gave you a reassuring smile before starting the car and carefully pulling out onto the road.

You held your bag tightly as Minghao started to drive you home, Jeonghan already passed out.

“The roads are bad,” you muttered after what felt like an eternity of silence.

“They’re manageable,” he hummed. “You’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” you whispered.

“I promise you, I will get you home safe,” you could hear the smile in his voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “This was a bad idea, this was a very bad idea. You don’t know it’ll be okay. You can’t promise that.”

“Look, I can see you’re freaked out but we’ll be there in a few more minutes, okay?”

You shook your head. “I can walk.”

“It’s still almost a ten minute walk, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You focused on keeping your breathing even. Not every car ride was a disaster. You had been in cars lots of times since. You should be fine.

But this night was so much like…

You opened your eyes as Minghao came up to an intersection, still going quickly. There was no stop sign your way but a set of lights caught your eye. You felt like your heart was stopping as they approached Minghao’s side of the car. You screamed and pulled the steering wheel, throwing the car into a spin. You felt a sharp shove as Minghao pushed you away from the wheel and steered through the spin.

He managed to gain control of the car again and got you out of the intersection and the final block before stopping in front of your house. You were curled into a ball in your seat. You heard him climb out of the car before running around to your door. He pulled you out of the car and helped you inside. Ayoung and Taemi came running into the front entrance of the house. You felt Ayoung’s arms around you. The sounds seemed muffled around you and it felt like you were surrounded by a heavy fog. The conversation happening over you seemed a mile away.

“What the hell happened?”

“It’s just bad weather. She freaked out and grabbed the steering wheel and sent the car into a spin.”

“Were you looking where you were going!?”

“Of course I was! We had the right of way!”

“Then why did she feel the need to pull the steering wheel?!”

“The car…” you whispered. “We were going to get hit again… It was coming right at him, coming right at him again…”

“What? What is she talking about?”

“Yeah, Ayoung what’s going on?”

You felt tears rolling down your face as you clung to Ayoung. “Wonhyun… just like with Wonhyun…”

Ayoung ushered you and Minghao into the living room and waved Taemi away, promising to talk to her later. She instructed Minghao to sit next to you and hold you. He did so hesitantly and as soon as your head was rested against his chest you burst into sobs. He let you cry and so did Ayoung, until you seemed to have no tears left.

You sat up and looked at him, moving away from him. Ayoung put her hand on you to stop you from leaving. You looked down at your hands.

“Wonhyun was my soulmate,” you said flatly. “We met when I was three, he was four. We started dating when I was twelve. Our parents thought it was cute. They always talked about how lucky we were…”

“W-Was?” Minghao’s voice was unsteady, hoping you wouldn’t say the words he knew were coming next.

“It was just like tonight. It was snowy, but he was such a good driver. We were so concerned about him leaving for University in the next year and what I would do. That was our biggest fear.” You looked up at him. “No one saw it coming. I looked up too late and the car was right there…”

“He…”

“The doctors said they did everything they could. But his injuries were too severe… He never made it off the table…”

“I’m so sorry…” Minghao reached his hand towards you but you stood up and pulled your arm out of Ayoung’s grasp. She said your name but you shook your head at her before looking at Minghao.

“I should have known I couldn’t do this. I just can’t, Minghao I’m so sorry… You should go…”

“We can…”

You shook your head. “I’m so sorry…” you turned and left the room, holding your arms tightly around yourself and wishing for the millionth time that they were Wonhyun’s arms instead.

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Fraser Memorial | Ch. 12 “Beginnings & Endings”

a/n: Thank you so much to everyone who has read this story! Sadly, this will be the last chapter (at least for a little while). I’ve got some new fics in the works and I felt it was time to wrap this one up. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

One Year Later October 2017

I checked my reflection in the mirror, applying one more coat of mascara before I decided my make-up would just have to do for the evening. My dress was a simple black, that hugged every curve and line of my body. Just the way my husband liked, or so he showed me.

“Sassenach!” He called from the living room, “Are ye ready? We dinna want to be late!”

“Such an impatient man,” I fussed, grabbing my coat from the bed and slipping it on over my shoulders. Jamie was waiting for me, his arms crossed, looking down at his watch.

“I’m ready. I swear it!” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek as he turned his face to press his lips to mine.

“Don’t!” I pulled back, “You’ll mess up my lipstick and I don’t think you want to wait around for me to fix it.”

“I’d love to mess up yer lipstick, Sassenach. And that wee dress of yers too,” the color of his eyes turned into a deep blue, “but yer right, we must go.” He sighed, frowning as he settled for a kiss to my forehead and took my hand, leading me to the door.

“Are you nervous, Jamie?” I squeezed his hand as we walked to the car parked on the street.

“Aye, a wee bit.”

“Your speech will be great, I know it.” He stopped us before we climbed into the car, his hands slid down my body to rest on my hips.

“’Tis a big responsibility, bein’ an owner of a hospital.” He squeezed my sides making me jump, “With my father retiring and all, I ken it has to be me but I just worry I willna be good at it.”

Not caring about my lipstick or the stain it would leave on his lips, I pressed forward and closed our mouths together. “Jamie Fraser, you’re the bravest man I know. You’re ready for this, your father has trained you well. The past year has been in preparation for this moment. Besides…” I smirked, my hands sliding down over his arse, “I can’t wait until I can say I sleep with the boss.”

Jamie laughed and pressed his lips to mine again, “I love ye, Sassenach. Truly, I do.”

“And I you, Jamie. Now let’s go! It’s bloody freezing out here, and I need those heated seats!”

He let go of my hips and opened the passenger door for me. The entire drive over, his right hand never left mine - I squeezed it off and on, a matter of habit, to remind him I was there. I was always going to be there, I was always going to be his biggest supporter.

The tension was seeping out of his body. No normal person would have known that, but I knew James Fraser, and I knew just how big of a night this retirement gala at Fraser Memorial was going to be.

We arrived to the hospital right on time and with only one squinted eyed look from Joe, no one appeared to notice we’d almost been late. The gala was quite impressive. With decorations everywhere, the hospital cafeteria no longer resembled itself. Of course, it still needed to be in some working order, but arrangements had been made for the food to be delivered to those that needed it.

Jamie squeezed my hand tightly as he led us through the crowd of people, stopping at nearly every table to say hello to someone. There wasn’t a single person here that didn’t know Jamie. Being the son of the owner of the hospital had built up quite a reputation for Jamie, but he had come to visit me so often that at first, people just thought he was my clingy boyfriend. That all changed of course when we were married and Jamie started taking on more responsibility at the hospital in preparation for this day.

Brian Fraser was retiring from the hospital and leaving it all in Jamie’s capable hands. By no means was Brian too old and unable to work, but he wanted to spend the time he had left with his family. We walked up to the table near the front and he pulled me into a warm hug.

“Ah, Claire, tis always good to see ye.”

“You as well, Brian,” I smiled and then said hello to Ellen, Jenny and Ian who had all come for this special night.

After Brian’s and then Jamie’s speech, there would be dinner served and some dancing before the night came to an end.

“Did my brother manage to keep his wame under control?” Jenny leaned over to me as I took my seat next to her.

Jamie was talking with his father, no doubt going over some points in his speech.

“Yes,” I grimaced. “He was awful close to losing his lunch earlier today, but I gave him some peppermint tea to help calm his nerves.”

“Och, he’ll do just fine. He’s worrying over nothing,” Jenny smiled.

“The lad was born for leadership,” Ian agreed.

He was born for leadership. Jamie was born for a lot of great things. He was kind, brave, strong and extremely compassionate. As I watched him talk with his father, the way his hands moved when he talked, the slight twitch of his lip when he smiled, I was reminded why I had fallen in love so quickly with him. He put me at ease.

Over the few years we had known each other, we had barely gotten into fights and when we did, it was usually Jamie who was first to come and apologize. I knew that when Jamie was always told he was stubborn, he would disagree with that and say that I was the more stubborn one in our relationship. But no matter the argument or disagreement, Jamie always made sure that we were okay. He was my fierce protector and I was his.

I grabbed my glass of wine and took a long sip, waiting for the evening to begin.

“Still trying then?” Ellen noticed my consumption of alcohol and knowing we were trying for a baby, smiled sadly.

Nodding, I set my glass down. “Yes, I thought I might have been, but it was a false test.”

She slid her hand over mine and squeezed it, “Dinna fash, Clare. Ye’ll have bairns soon enough.”

“I sure hope so,” I smiled and then turned my attention to the small stage as Brian stepped up.

He tapped the mic, making feedback echo around the room, “Hello everyone, thank you for coming tonight. It truly means a lot to me and my family that you’re here.”

Jamie was off to the side, waiting for his turn and I saw his fingers tapping nervously on his thigh. All throughout Brian’s speech, I kept my eyes on him, begging for him to look at me, to hold my attention so that he wouldn’t be nervous. His eyes were focused on the ground, his notecards clutched tightly in his hands.

I hardly noticed Brian’s speech was over, but soon I was the only one left sitting and quickly rose to clap as Jamie then took over at the podium.

“Thank you Da,” Jamie said proudly, motioning towards Brian who took his seat next to Ellen. “Before I say a little something, I just want to thank my father for everythin’ he’s done not only for this hospital, but for me and our family.”

Ellen slid her arm over Brian’s and I thought I saw a few tears in his eyes.

“Ye’ve been the foundation for our family, Da. When Willie died, I didna ken how to keep goin’ but it was ye who helped me to find a purpose and for that I thank ye.” Jamie cleared his throat then and turned to the audience. His eyes glanced around the room before finally settling on mine — he smiled and then began.

He had the audience laughing along with his poor medical jokes and I heard a few sniffs when he told the story of his brother and how the hospital got its name. Then as he told everyone how he hoped to bring something great to this hospital, everyone stood to their feet and cheered him on, all willing to help him achieve that.

He came to me first, kissing me deeply to my embarrassment as the people around us whooped and hollered.

After he sat down, then the food was served and eaten quickly along with plenty of wine.

Thinking that Jamie was standing to go to the loo, I barely noticed his hand as he held it out to me. “Will ye dance wi’ me, Sassenach?”

“Oh,” I smiled and looked up at him before sliding my hand in his, “I’d love to Mr. Fraser.”

His hands wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Slowly our bodies began to sway and I kissed him. “Well done on your speech, love.”

“I have ye to thank for letting me practice it so much.”

“Too much,” I laughed. “But you really did a wonderful job, I’m very proud of you.” As I said this I felt tears spring to my eyes for all he had accomplished and would accomplish.

“Dinna cry, mo nighean,” Jamie pressed the pad of his thumb just under my eye to stop my tears.

“Sorry,” I sniffed and wound my hands in his hair at the nape of his neck. “I just love seeing you in your element.”

“Aye,” Jamie kissed the tip of my nose. “I get the same feelin’ when I see ye workin’ wi’ yer scalpels and wee needles.”

I slid my hands down his back and settled on his waist, “Here’s to you darling, on your fine achievement of becoming owner and the big time boss of this hospital.”

“Here’s to us, Sassenach,” Jamie corrected and planted a kiss on my lips. “And for everythin’ that’s ahead for us. Everythin’ that life has to offer, I’m glad I have ye by my side.”

“I love you.”

“And I you,” Jamie pulled me to him and we swayed slowly, cherishing the feeling of just being and smiling at the possibilities of the future.

May 2019

“Can you believe the twins are six months old already?” I smiled as I took a few more pictures of Malcolm and Lilidh playing with our newest housemate, Adso the kitten.

“Tis hard to believe, Sassenach. I feel like it was just yesterday that we found out ye were pregnant,” Jamie smiled and then reached for my phone to look through the pictures. Adso was a rescue that Jamie had found on his walk home from work one day. I wouldn’t let the cat in the house without proper vet checks, but once the little kitten was deemed clean, I welcomed him openly into our home.

“Who kens, maybe this time next year, they’ll have another brother or sister to play wi’.”

I gave Jamie a stern glance, rolling my eyes. “I just started to get my body back and you’re already thinking of another child. We’ve got our hands full enough with these two rascals.”

Lilidh was gentle with Adso, softly stroking his fur while Malcolm kept pulling on his tail, making him meow rather loudly.

“It doesna have to be next year then, Sassenach,” Jamie grinned playfully and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him on the couch. “Maybe a year and a half.”

“In your dreams Fraser,” I hit his stomach.

“Weel, if we dinna have any more bairns, I’m quite satisfied wi’ these two,” Jamie said proudly as he watched them. Their hair was growing fast now and they both were sprouting nice red curls.

“Are you?” I looked up at him.

“Aye,” Jamie brought his hand under my chin, his rough fingers pulling me to look up at him. “I have everythin’ I’ll ever need in this verra room.”

“A wife, two kids and a kitten,” I smiled. “What more could a man every ask for?”

“Ten more bairns?”

“That is completely out of the question!” I laughed and swatted at his hand. He laughed beside me and then pulled me closer, his hand sliding down over my hip. Jamie knew just what he was up to — his fingers slowly kneading my side.

“Stop it,” I said softly and tried to keep my attention on the twins.

“I’m no doin’ anythin’, Sassenach.” His fingers pressed firmly against my hip before traveling up and under my thin sweater. The pads of his fingers ghosted lightly over my bare skin and I shivered. How was it possible for him to make me feel so aroused in a matter of seconds?

I rolled my eyes and then stood up, pulling him to his feet. The twins were sitting in a playpen, with no chance of escaping and all we needed was a couple of minutes for what I had planned.

Jamie started to open his mouth in what I assumed was protest, but I yanked on his arm, pulling him to the bedroom. With the door kept partially open to hear any signs of distress, Jamie pinned me to the wall and hiked up my leg around his waist.

“Christ, Sassenach,” Jamie pressed forward, his mouth on my neck and I slid my hands between us, unzipping his pants. I had his cock in the palm of my hands in a matter of seconds and Jamie was moaning against my skin, his tongue flicking on my pulse point.

“God, I need you,” I panted and then dropped my leg so he could pull my pants down over my hips. Desperate to feel him inside of me, we didn’t bother undressing further and I had to bite down on my lip as he entered me in one quick thrust upwards.

“Mmmm,” I groaned and Jamie’s hand flew over my mouth to silence me.

“Be quiet, Sassenach,” Jamie chuckled and then grabbed my leg to wrap around his waist and began to roll his hips upwards.

I held onto his shoulders and pressed down against him, feeling him inside so deeply. I wanted him, needed him and craved him always and I also knew we needed to make this quick to return to the children.

“Touch me,” I panted and then kissed him. He gave a slight nod and then his fingers were on my slit, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. A few more seconds of this, joined by his thrusting and I felt my climax hit me, nearly pulling me to the ground. Jamie was the one this time to cry out and I moved my hand over his mouth and he gently bit down as he came.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I muttered whenever Jamie pulled out of me and began to tuck himself away.

“I was plannin’ on havin’ my way wi’ ye later on tonight, mo ghraidh but it seems ye couldna wait,” he smirked and then helped me zip up my pants. “Was it all that talk of bairns?”

“Shut it,” I laughed and then leaned up on my tip toes and kissed him, tugging on his collar.

“Just admit it, Fraser,” he nearly growled. “Ye want to have more bairns wi’ me.”

I nipped at his nose and then turned to walk out of the room but not before he could pull me back to him, tight against his chest.

“Fine. Maybe I do,” I said quietly. Of course I did.

“Then I plan on gettin’ in a lot of practice until we find out if yer wi’ child again,” he smirked and gave my bum a nice little pat.

“Oh do you?” I grinned and kissed his jaw.

“Aye, I do.”

“I’d like to see you try,” I flicked my tongue out against his stubble and then pulled away from his grasp quickly, returning to the twins. He joined me a moment later and I smiled at him — I’d joined the twins in their playpen, holding Adso on my lap now. Jamie grinned and then pulled out his phone, taking a few pictures before joining us. We sat there for hours, playing with our new kitten and laughing whenever the twins both tried to pull on Adso’s tail.

I loved our family, and I loved the thought of adding more children to our crazy little bunch. As the twins focused on the wee kitten, I met Jamie’s eye above them and smiled and it was like I was transported back to the day I first saw him — hobbling in with the help of Ian because he was too stupid and dislocated his arm.

Whatever he was, he was mine and I loved him and the life he had given me.

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Monsters (Darkiplier X Reader): Lab Coats and Heart Eyes (Part 7)

I head out to my car to drive to the doctor's office, the drive consisted of me listening to my music. I arrived to the office and get my papers filled out, I then wait to be called in. I looked around the waiting room area and noticed couples waiting around as well as some others, they were reading things and watching the TV's while they waited. I start to tap my fingers on my leg as I anxiously wait, I never liked hospitals, they always creeped me out in horror movies and games. The long hallways, the plain walls, the gurney beds sitting around, the too perfectly sterile smell of the place. Everything so perfectly white and light blue, it's too clean to be perfectly safe if you ask me. You could say I have definitely been influenced by horror stories of haunted hospitals. As I waited, others would be called back, I would continue to sit in the uncomfortably stiff waiting room chair. I take a breath, it gets shakier as I exhale out, I shift my legs and slowly fall more anxious as time passes by. Deeper into the dark hole of my brain with worried thoughts I go.

"Y/N? The Doctor is ready for you." A nice, yet older looking nurse looks out and around from behind a door leading to the patient room hallway. I stand up and the nurse directs her eyes toward mine, I step forward to follow the nurse towards my room. I stare at the french twist in the nurse practitioner's blonde hair in front of me, I notice it has several gray streaks tucked in as well. My focus passes her hair and stares straight upon a nicely squared off jawline, some scruff was laying upon the male's face, his smile bright and true looking. I followed the nurse into a room I was assigned, my head turning to gaze upon the gentleman who caught my attention. The last glimpse I had of him was a pristine white lab coat... I didn't even get to see the rest of his face, the only identification I had was scrubs and that smile. I stepped into the room after the nurse. She exclaimed that the doctor would come in after a few moments, enough time for me to change into the paper gown laying upon the paper covered bed. I heard hints of this as I stared off in the distance thinking. He's a doctor... A handsome one at that. He's probably married considering those things. My thoughts were shut off when I heard the door to my room shut, signalling me I should probably get changed. I sit upon the loud crinkly bed in my new gown, goose flesh starts to appear across my arms at the lack of my clothing. I sit and cross my ankles and swing them as I look around the room and wait. I stare among the box of latex gloves hung next to the door, the hand sanitizer, and the tiny desk in the corner of the room with a rolling stool for the doctor to sit on. It's so cramped in a room that should be more comfortable for patients, you'd think they would want people relaxed, right? A knock sounded at my door, "Come in" I squeak out. The door starts to creep open and none other than the man with the bright smile walks into the small room.

"Hello, Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Iplier, I'll be taking care of you today." He smiled. That damn smile. He was more handsome than what I saw at first, brunette hair and his deep warm brown eyes... "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked. "Y-yeah, I'm fine... uh.. this is one of the reasons why I came to see you... I keep spacing out, and have these terrible migraines, sometimes only lasting a couple of minutes, sometimes longer." Dr. Iplier writes what I say down. Setting his clipboard down after I finish explaining, he steps toward me taking his stethoscope off his neck to start the physical. "I'm gonna check your vitals now before we get further into how you're feeling okay?" He looks at me with eyes that look as though he's asking for... permission? "Okay Doc." I breath out. He puts the ends of the stethoscope in his ears and takes the other end to my back. "Woah!" I shout. "Cold? I should have known. Sorry about that." He smiles. "I-It's fine," I look down at my gown trying to hide my blush, he had set a hand on my bare back after checking if I was alright. Why does he have to be so hot? I feel like he just walked out of a steamy soap opera episode... "Let's try that again?" He looks at me, waiting for my response. "Sure," I say. The doctor held the end of the tool against the palm of his hand to warm the end up, he then pressed it upon my bare back once again, "Better this time?" "Yeah, a lot better," I smiled.

The doctor finished checking my vitals, he then sat down on the stool next to the tiny desk in the corner of the room, he grabbed his clipboard. "So what were you saying earlier about why you wanted to come in today?" "I've been struggling a lot with migraines lately, sometimes they last hours, and other times only a couple of minutes. I drink a lot of water on the daily, but yesterday I had passed out at the mall with my best friend, It's been happening more and more frequently. We have a feeling it's from me not eating enough, I've struggled with eating nothing or overeating for a while now. I also think I was sleep deprived, I think I may have insomnia, I get really bad and realistic feeling nightmares too. I've gone to psychiatrists before, and therapy doesn't help me as much as I think it should. The last time I went to therapy she diagnosed me with bipolar depression, anxiety, and insomnia, however anything she prescribed to me had worsening or no effects at all." I swing my legs from the edge of the bed, my fingers play with the ring on my finger as I wait for Dr. Iplier's response. "I see, so you think you need something stronger to help you sleep at night, and a more organized diet, and considering what she has given you doesn't help your eating issues and depression, I may have to prescribe something stronger to maybe help you maintain the impulsive behavior that is both under and overeating. As well as your on and off upset mood. Is that okay?" Dr. Iplier looks up at me from his clipboard, he waits patiently for my answer. Wow, most doctors would just prescribe something without asking if you were okay with a prescription, let along a stronger one. I guess because more and more people don't like medication, they have to make sure if you even want to swallow pills each day, especially if it's going to affect your body so differently too. "Yeah that's fine, I appreciate you asking..." I reply. "Alright, sounds like a plan to me," the doctor writes down what I believe is my prescription. I watch as he scribbles and notice he doesn't have any rings on. He's not married. My sight travels to the page he is writing on, his handwriting is surprisingly neat? How often does someone meet a Doctor like Dr. Iplier? He's a rarity indeed. "When will I start taking the new meds?" I blurt out, trying to pull my attention away from his attractiveness. "Considering this office sends everything over digitally to the pharmacy, so long as they have everything in stock at where you choose to pick them up, you can start as soon as today." Dr. Iplier smiles at me and hands me a paper before he says goodbye. "I will send it to your local pharmacy, call me if you experience any problems and want to talk about it." He winks. "I will, thank you Doctor..." I smile. He leaves the room and I'm left to get dressed again. Did I just get the number of an extremely hot doctor after flirting with him? FUCK YEAH I DID! I get changed and leave the room, I walk passed several other rooms and bend my head to look at the floor to hide my blush from my excitement. I suddenly run into someone and stumble downwards. Idiot! Watch where you're walking you klutz! "My apologies Miss, I vasn't vatching vhere I vas going!" A man with a thick German accent and a surgical mask gives me a hand. "No it was my fault! I'm sorry Doctor..?" I look at the handsome man's hospital I.D. badge as he helps me up. "Schneeplestein! But most people call me Schneep, it is much easier you know!" The man excitedly explains to me as he shakes my hand. "And your name my vonderful darling?" God, is every doctor in this place charming and cute? "Y/N, and thank you-" I blink surprised at his compliment. "Of course only the best for a very beautiful voman!" He smiles. "I must go Dr. Schneep, I'm sorry again for running into you!" I quickly walk away waving back towards the man. "Please! Don't be sorry vonderful Y/N!" he waves back. I then leave the hospital, I head to the pharmacy and think about the two Doctors I met, Dr. Iplier and Dr. Schneep were talking the whole time I checked out, they must be close friends besides just coworkers.

I pick up my prescription and get home, "Emma! I'm home!" I yell. No response. "She must be over at the douche canoes again." I sigh. Let's just say Emma is GREAT at choosing keepers. Aaron was the latest of the long list, and he is definitely better than the ones before, however I still don't like him at all. She is never really home anymore, she still pays rent, but she is over at his all the time, at this point I'd rather her move out and me get another housemate. I know if I had a boyfriend I would want to move in with him. As much as I don't like him or the others, and how much I make her aware of my feelings for them, I still support her, she is my best friend after all, I'm not going to ruin something if it makes her happy. As much as it angers me, I see her happy so I don't do anything to separate them. I still see her, just not nearly as much as I used to, so I find it would be more worth it for the both of our convenience for her to move in with him. At least she has heart eyes for a lesser prick, I can't complain too much anymore I guess.

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A Secret Connection - Part Three

"Hey sweetheart." You said as you answered your phone that Sunday afternoon.

"Wow you sound chirpy, expected you to be hungover." Anna replied shocked.

"Oh I'm hungover, but I'm ok!"

"So your work thing was ok last night then?"

"Yeah it was fun." You replied blushing, thankful that you were on the phone with your best friend and not face to face.

"Any good office gossip?"

"Not really. Pretty straight forward party to be honest. How was your date yesterday?" You asked trying to steer the conversation away from you.

"Good, James' housemate was out so we went on a trip along the Thames and then he cooked me dinner and we watched a film."

"Sounds romantic!" You said smiling.

"It was, hey shut up!"

"Sorry! Things are going well with him then?"

"Yeah, really well, he's a great guy, think I've fallen in love with him."

"Wow really? That's amazing Anna, I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, so you still ok for next Saturday?" She asked.

"Yeah I am, 2 o'clock right?" You replied.

"Yep, 2 o'clock. Weather forecast looks good. James has got a hot tub so bring your stuff with you. Are you still staying the night to? They have the spare room."

"If that's still ok? Saves me getting a taxi back."

"Yeah of course, James said it would be fine. It's just his office with a single bed in it."

"That's great, say thanks to him for me."

"I will do."

"Can I bring anything?"

"Just bring a bottle. We are heading out that morning for the food."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah it's fine, James and his housemate are in charge of what to buy, I'm just going to make sure we have enough wine!" She replied laughing.

You'd met James a few times over the past few months that they'd been seeing each other, normally at the pub with your friends. He'd suggested a bbq at his house to get to know you better without loads of people around.

"I'll text you his address. Have a good week at work lovely." Anna said.

"You to." You replied.

You were not looking forward to work at all, and it was entirely your own fault.

Thankfully the person you were hoping to avoid, was no where to be seen all week and he didn't ring the office once. You gave a sigh of relief as you got the tube home Friday, safe in the knowledge that you hadn't had to see him.

You woke up late that Saturday morning, you headed to the loo before going into the kitchen and making a coffee. You didn't have much to do today apart from the bbq, just a few chores to catch up on. You organised some washing while your coffee brewed and ate a quick breakfast.

The weather was gorgeous today, you couldn't wait to head over to James' later and do a little bit of sunbathing and chilling out in his hot tub.

You headed out to the supermarket ten minutes from your flat and grabbed some shopping for the week. It was only you in your flat, so you didn't need much. You also grabbed some wine to take over to the bbq later.

You'd checked Google maps and James' house was about 20 minute drive away. Once you'd put away your shopping and packed your bag, you text Anna to tell her you were in your way.

You pulled up outside the terrace house, spotting a parking space a bit further down the street, before getting out and lugging your stuff up to the door. You could see someone approach through the glass on the door not long after you'd rang the bell and Anna appeared.

"Hi!" She said as she pulled you into a hug. "Nice dress!"

"Hi and thanks. Got it at that new shop, you know that boutique place in the high street."

"Its perfect!" She said.

Perfect? Ok...... You thought to yourself.

"Makes your boobs look amazing."

"Cheers!"

Just then James appeared in the hall way.

"Hi Em, how are you?" He asked as he gave me a hug.

"I'm good, thanks for inviting me and for letting stay the night to."

"Its no problem, saves getting a taxi back later. Don't like the thought of you going home late like that on your own."

Ah what a sweetheart he was, you were really pleased for Anna.

"I'll take this upstairs for you." He said taking your overnight bag from you.

"And I'll put this wine in the fridge." Anna added. "Go through the lounge to the garden, I'll bring you a drink out."

"Thanks guys." You replied.

You made your way out to the garden and stepped out onto the patio. The sound of your arrival had alerted the only other person in the garden to turn around.

Fuck.

He was here.

You stood staring at him for a second, both of you recognising each other. You couldn't read his expression, was he annoyed to see you? Happy? Confused?

"Emily.....hi......." he mumbled.

"Hi......." you replied frozen in the doorway.

Just then you heard James behind you, he had been quick to take your bag up to your room.

"Em, this is my housemate Niall." He said, as you finally stepped out into the garden.

"Yeah, we've met before." Niall said smiling.

Fuck, he was going to call you out. Say what happened last weekend.

"Oh really?" James asked oblivious to the nervous look on your face.

"Yeah, we both work at the same place." Niall replied.

"Oh I didn't realise, so do you work in the same department?"

"Um no, we don't." You replied feeling like you could throw up.

"We hung out a bit last week at our work party, we know a few of the same people."

"Of course! Anna said you had a masquerade ball to go to and I knew Niall was at one. I should've clicked!" James said.

Niall was staring at you still, James bless him was still oblivious to the tension between you both.

"I'm going to go sort out the food, Niall can you get the bbq lit?" James asked.

"Yeah of course bud."

Anna came out with your drink and one for Niall before offering you a wink and heading back inside with James. You stared at her as she walked away and she glanced over her shoulder at you and made a shooing motion with her hand. Oh god! She was trying to set you up with Niall. You bet this was the blind date that her and James had tried to set you up on.

You turned to face Niall, the feeling of needing to throw up still there. You took a sip of your wine before looking across at Niall.

Shit this was awkward.

"So you haven't told Anna about the party then?" Niall asked you nervously.

"No, I haven't told anyone." You replied, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "Have you told James?"

"No, was a bit embarrassed by the fact that I woke up alone."

"Oh........I'm sorry........it's not something I normally do...... just sleep with someone I hardly know."

"Well it's not something I normally do either............... Was gutted when you weren't there when I woke up." He said quietly as if he was unsure of your reaction to his statement.

"You were?" You whispered, the surprise in your voice evident.

"Yeah........I um........doesn't matter........you did leave......I um got the hint."

"Niall I'm sorry, I just presumed you wouldn't want me to be there when you woke up."

"Well you were wrong." He replied as he reached over and took his beer off the table. You watched him take a sip, watched the way his mouth wrapped around the head of the bottle.

His lips.........God his lips. You exhaled slowly not realising you'd been holding in a breath whilst you watched him.

"I thought we had a connection, I thought it meant something to you. I thought........we could........I don't know." He flustered.

You looked at him, your mouth wide open. You hadn't expected him to say that.

The connection you'd felt with him had totally overwhelmed you, you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. You'd only tried to avoid him last week to save face. Stupidly you had assumed that he would only view that night as a one night stand. It seems you were wrong.

"It meant something to me. It meant a lot to me.......... I'm so sorry Niall." You whispered hoping he'd hear the sincerity in your voice.

He looked at you for a moment, before turning around and opening the gas bbq up. He quickly lit it, before closing the lid and facing you again.

"I hoped I'd get to see you again away from work, hadn't expected it to be at my house! " he said a grin on his face. The atmosphere had changed slightly between you. It was less awkward more flirty.

"Well l think Anna and James are trying to set us up." You said smiling as you glanced towards the house.

His face lit up. "I think so, I've funnily enough been told a lot about how great Anna's best friend Em is, I assumed it was short for Emma not Emily. Do you prefer being called Em? I mean, I always call you Emily."

"I don't mind either, although I particularly like it when you call me your dirty girl. " You replied quickly and a smirk appeared on your face.

His mouth hung open at your crude words. The air felt thick all of a sudden. He set his beer down and as he moved closer about to reply, Anna and James came striding out.

He stopped his steps and looked down at his hands before turning towards them then back to you. He cleared his throat and whispered, so they couldn't hear. "This conversation is not over." And then licked his lips.

Anna then launched into a long conversation about how she hadn't realised that Niall and I knew each other. She was desperately trying to be subtle about how nice it was that we were outside of work getting to know each other better. You were trying to process her words but you're exchange of words with Niall was running through your mind. What did he mean when he said this conversation wasn't over? You couldn't wait to find out.

"Shall we go change into some swim stuff whilst the bbq is warming up?" James said.

"Great idea." Anna said smiling.

Oh God this was a set up.

Wonder what Anna and James would say if they found out that last week you'd had mind blowing sex with Niall. You couldn't stop yourself from smirking and Niall smirked back, like he could read your mind.

Opening your over night bag, you pulled out your towel and simple black bikini. You'd just finished tying it up behind your neck when you heard a gentle knock on your door. Opening it up you expected to see Anna, but instead you saw Niall. He'd changed into some swim shorts and was shirtless.

Wow. You tried to hide your massive smile.

He put his finger over his lips to silence you and looked behind him and down the hall before walking in the room and shutting the door.

"So.........what can I do for you?" You whispered, a small smile appearing on your face.

He stood staring at you, his eyes running up and down your body. His earlier bravery at coming to your room had gone and you could tell he was nervous.

"I um..........You look gorgeous." He whispered back.

There was silence for a moment before you took a few steps forward, you moved your hands up to his chest, running your fingers through his coarse chest hair. Your mind was wandering with thoughts about last week but he pulled you back to reality as his hands fell on your hips. He tilted his head, nudging your nose with his, a smile on both your faces.

His lips met yours in a tender kiss, moving your hands up to run through his hair you deepened the kiss. He moaned against your lips and slipped his tongue in mouth. All your emotions of last week came crashing down on you, the connection and spark you'd felt was still there.

A loud knock on your door had you both pulling apart from each other.

"Just a second." You called out.

"It's just me." Anna said. "I just wanted to say I'll meet you downstairs with the lads."

"Ok, I'm just getting changed. Be down in a minute." You called back.

Niall took that to mean he'd probably got another few minutes to keep kissing you before you had to go downstairs. His lips found your neck and you stroked the nape of his neck as he moved his mouth across your collar bone. You could feel his arousal in his shorts as he pulled your hips closer to him.

"Haven't stopped thinking about you all week." He whispered against your skin. " Didn't have the guts to call you. Shamefully avoided you all week." he said as he brought his face up to yours.

"I did the same thing. I'm sorry, I really am." You whispered.

"Let's forget about how stupid we were and go downstairs and laugh as we watch our best friends try and set us up together." He whispered back smirking.

"I'll go first, and maybe you should go to bathroom to calm yourself down." You replied as you pushed your hips forward and your centre met his erection. He hissed out at the contact. "If I had time, I'd help to out." You smirked as you grabbed your cover up and towel from the bed and walked towards the door.

"I'll get you back for that." he said as he gave your bum a quick squeeze and slowly opened the door.

The hall way was empty, Niall went towards the bathroom while you made your way downstairs, throwing your cover up on as you went.

Anna was in the kitchen when you got downstairs, getting bits out of the fridge.

"Hi." You said as you walked in the room.

"Hi, sooooooo............?"

"So what?!" You asked confused.

"Nialls pretty great isn't he? Didn't realise you worked together."

"Yeah he's a nice guy, we chatted a bit last weekend. Don't know him that well, as he doesn't actually work with me, just for the same company."

"Well, you can get to know him better today can't you?!" She said smiling.

"Knew this was a set up as soon as you opened the door to me!"

"Oh come on, he's a nice guy, good job, nice place. Just get to know him. James and I think you're perfect for each other."

You heard the stairs creak as Niall came bouncing down them, his shorts showing no signs of an erection. You curled your bottom lip into your mouth and you swear you could taste him still.

"Need me to take this stuff out to James?" Niall asked.

"Yes please." replied Anna.

He took the trays of burgers and steaks out to James who you presumed was in the garden. Anna didn't push the Niall conversation any further, you just chatted about your weeks and how work was as you cut the rolls and chopped the salad. With the prep done you placed what you needed in the fridge and grabbed the wine before heading out to join the boys.

"Is it ok if Em and I jump in the hot tub whilst you boys sort the bbq out?" Anna asked James.

You took the opportunity while they were talking to check out Niall again, he had a smirk on his face. How had you got him so wrong? You could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You had no idea what was going on with you two or where he wanted this to go. That was a conversation for another time.

The both of you took off your cover ups and grabbed your wine before climbing in the hot tub. It may have been a warm June day but the water wasn't too hot. You both settled back against the back of the hot tub and watched the shirtless men argue over the bbq.

Luckily you were far enough down the garden to talk about them in low voices but it meant you weren't too far away to hear what they were saying to each other.

"James seems really sweet Anna, I'm so pleased for you."

"Thanks, he's honestly such a great guy, I'm waiting for it to go wrong."

"It wont! It's obvious he's crazy about you."

"It is?"

"Yeah, he's all cute trying to keep you close to him, sweet little glances over to you all the time."

She smiled as she gazed over at him and Niall arguing about what should go on what rack on the bbq.

This afternoon was going to be interesting you thought as Niall turned around and smiled at you.

"They're watching us." Niall said, as we sat in the hot tub that Saturday evening. A massive sigh left his beautiful pink lips. James and Anna had gone up to bed a few minutes ago.

"Oh god, are they?!" You said smiling.

"Yeah, don't look straight away but, top window on the left." He replied taking a sip of his beer.

You looked around the garden a little, before looking up at the window Niall had described and saw the curtain twitching.

"Subtle!"

"Ah bless 'em though, they really have tried to get us together today."

"They have, the pair of fucking idiots!" You said, a smirk appeared on your face as you sipped your wine.

"So, I get the impression that you and Anna are really close."

You nodded. "yeah she's my best friend."

"But you didn't tell her about last weekend?"

You knew he'd want to talk about this further, you'd been waiting for it. You'd both apologised earlier and shared a secret kiss in the spare room. But it was strange that you'd not told Anna about him, you'd not even told her about your year long crush on him.

"Today's set up is exactly why I didn't tell her about us!" You giggled. "She's a hopeless romantic and I knew if she found out I liked you then I'd never hear the end if it! What about you though? Why didn't you tell James? Do Harry and Liam know?"

"Harry quizzed me the next day, told me I was a twat because I didn't make a move on you. James, well similar to you I suppose plus I was embarrassed."

"Not even sure what I was thinking when I left."

"I get it, I do. You thought I'd just view it as a one night stand, not want anything to do with you the next day."

"Just thought it was best." You said playing with the stem of your wine glass.

"Wish I could kiss you now." He whispered, staring at you.

"I wish you could to."

Both of you knew they'd be still watching you, waiting to see if something would happen.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked.

"No."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

You chatted in the hot tub for a another half an hour before getting out. Wrapping your towel around your body you began gathering up bits that needed to be taken in over night. Niall turned off the hot tub and checked everything was clear, before following you into the house and locking the door behind him.

You weren't sure if Anna and James were asleep or not, but you still tip toed around downstairs as you put glasses and stuff in the kitchen.

His hands found your hips as you went to leave the kitchen, and you smiled as he turned you around pulling you back to him.

"Need a kiss goodnight." He whispered as he leaned in.

You leaned in to, your lips meeting. What started out as a sweet goodnight kiss turned into a heavy makeout session against the wall in the kitchen. You reluctantly pulled away from each other before saying goodnight and heading towards your separate bedrooms.

Part Four

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rosellenjane · 6 years

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W/C 8th October - Da Nang

So I have completed my first week in Da Nang. I have met some wonderful people and have found employment!

My first 5 days were spent completely chilling out, no sightseeing, no early mornings, just pure relaxation which was really nice.

I made contact with an English Centre with which I have a connection to through my mum, a friend she grew up with lives out here as an expat and his son and daughter in law own an English language school. I explained that I had arrived in Da Nang and although I had no experience in teaching I was looking for employment to help supplement my living expenses to stay in Da Nang for the foreseeable future and my request was met with the most generosity I’ve experienced in a long time. Sophia invited me to come and meet with her and although she had far more qualified candidates she was interviewing she gave me the opportunity to give a demo lesson that evening to a class so she and her colleagues could assess my abilities. Needless to say I was overwhelmed and very grateful for the opportunity. However, once I sat to write a lesson plan I realised that I didn’t have the confidence nor experience to perform as a teacher that day so we spoke again and I apologised for wasting her time and said I needed to assess what I wanted to do here because I didn’t feel capable of being a teacher yet. She understood completely which was really kind and she even offered me a job in the office, helping the TA’s welcome the kids into the centre and checking their speaking abilities if they were new students amongst other duties and I can observe classes and gain the confidence to start my own classes in a month or so. I jumped at the chance of this and although she didn’t actually have a vacancy for this position she created a job for me which I am really grateful for. Since then she has been nothing but generous and supportive and has shown me some real Vietnamese food which I’d never have found on my own.

I’ve met a few people who would like to rent a house together too and they are a really nice and chilled out bunch of people so watch this space. We all want to live in the same area but it seems everyone does so we’re yet to find the perfect abode. We met up at a painting night and I had no idea what to paint so reverted to the only thing that I can draw that slightly looks like what it’s supposed to be, a dog head which my dad taught me to draw a long long time ago. Don’t judge the body, it’s a space filler.

Whilst this week has been fantastic there’s been a couple of low points too. This week I had my first hit of homesickness, it wasn’t too bad but I felt a little lost for a couple of days, maybe through the fact that getting a job means that I’m not carefree and able to fly home at a moments notice, who knows. Having no real life plan at the moment is great and liberating but quite daunting at the same time.

Yesterday was my favourite day in Da Nang and my least favourite at the same time. I had my first full day of work which was really fun. I helped the TA’s welcome the kids into lessons, I wrote conversations for the students to learn for promotional videos on Facebook and I tested some kids for their language skills. After a break and a few hours sleep the evening shift started and we went to Dragon Bridge to film an English conversation with a really bright student which was fun. After that I went with a TA to the new centre they’d opened across the bridge where we did a bit of canvassing on the streets to give away free English lessons to new students, this was fun as I spoke to the kids in English whilst the centre manager spoke to the parents about the offer in Vietnamese, everyone is so friendly and I had a great time. I have found Vietnamese fame through Sophia’s Facebook page with one of the videos reaching over 4K views! You can like the page to see more being uploaded 😂

Unfortunately just as we were finishing our canvassing and crossing the road back to the centre it was really busy and in Vietnam there is no safe way of crossing the road other than just edging across slowly through moving traffic. The TA I was with Jolie was looking out for me as we crossed but I got hit by a motorbike, I wasn’t really aware it had happened until it was over but I wasn’t badly hurt. I just have an impressive thigh bruise (photos upon request) and a couple of scratches but apart from that I was really lucky. The TA’s were amazing and iced me up and although a little shaken I was fine. I asked Jolie what happened and she said she thought he was drunk and driving too fast to see us. He was cross because his bike was scratched and his wing mirror had come off but she sent him on his way. I booked a grab taxi home because although Jolie offered to take me on her bike I wasn’t feeling like being on a bike at the time, funnily enough the taxi stopped across the road meaning I’d have had to cross again to get to it but Jolie came to the rescue again and asked him to pull around to our side of the road.

After all that when I got back to the hotel I decided I needed a stiff drink so went to meet my prospective housemates at a bar for some live music, there was a tiny puppy there and a kitten that someone was carrying around in a bumbag so all was good in the world again. And I had some cracking chicken nuggets to top the night off.

Today I went into work but Sofia arrived and asked me to take today off instead of a day later in the week and I went with her for some food and drinks, we stopped at a street vendor and had these delicious fried somethings that I can’t remember the name of, then we went and had an hour long hair wash and head massage, my head has never been so clean! After that we went back to the neighbourhood I’m staying in and had a drink so it was a lovely day and I think we’re going to be great friends.

This week I did also learn how to ride a motorbike and I rented one for the week! It was really fun to ride about on my own but I decided today that I probably wouldn’t actually want to ride it in the traffic the other side of the bridge or in the rain so I asked them to collect it which they kindly did rather than me having to take it back and they refunded me the rest of the week which was also kind and unexpected! I’ll be a taxi girl for a while I think 👍.

Here’s some photos of food for you and the famous Vietnamese coffee- I’ll write again at the weekend!

Lots of love,

Rosie

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spencer-quinn · 6 years

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Choose Life (2010)

GUYS I really hope you love Curly as much as I do. If you don’t understand any references/slang lemme know cause I LOVE gushing about British culture cause I’m vain lol. I mostly muted it, but I didn’t wanna lose his roots.

When Jordan had said “my roommate’s back later, he’ll drive you home,” Spencer hadn’t exactly anticipated carpooling during a drug deal. He’d left that part out.

‘Curly’ has a mop of dark hair falling in ringlets around his face. He opens the window before lighting a cigarette and the brunette strands blow out of his eyes in the wind. Thick eyebrows and dark lashes frame hooded eyes that droop in the outer corners just a little. Spencer wonders how much that has to do with drugs and how much it has to do with genetics. It looks good on him, nonetheless.

The teenager watches shamelessly as the stranger holds the smoke between his lips whilst he fumbles in the storage compartment, fishing out a flip phone.

“So Spencer,” Curly mumbles around the cigarette. Spencer realises now that it’s a joint, but makes no comment. “You and Jordan are…”

“Just friends. We uh,” he breathes out a laugh, “we just met yesterday.”

The man hums, eyes darting from the road ahead to the phone he holds near to his lap, texting hurriedly as he drives before dropping the device back into the compartment.

He takes the joint from his lips and holds it between his fingers as his hand joins the other on the steering wheel. He has blue smudges over his eyelids and something sparkly scattered in his hair and Spencer feels like he’s in another world. He’s obscurely beautiful.

“You’re just messing about?”

Spencer just shrugs at first, until Curly takes his eyes off the road to look at him expectantly like Spencer owes him this much. “I guess. I’m not sure I’d even label it as—“

“I’m taking the piss, love.” Curly has an accent that Spencer can’t quite place, a loose drawl throwing him off. “J doesn’t bring anyone back to the flat unless it’s for sex or drugs. The only reason he keeps me around anymore is because my Molly is mint.”

Spencer hums this time as he turns back around in his seat and props his feet up on the filthy dashboard, head still turned in the man’s direction as Curly continues to speak about not being able to feel his fingers and it being the best feeling in the world.

Unsure of how to respond, Spencer instead asks, “what kind of name is Curly,” which the man seems to find funny, his answer held up for a moment as he giggles at the bluntness of the question.

“The kids at school used to call me Curly Wurly, after this candy bar they sell in England.” He’s smiling as he explains. “It just stuck. I can’t remember the last time anybody but my mum used my real name.”

“So you are British?”

“I am,” he confirms, sounding proud and Spencer wants to tell him how hot that is, but instead says “cool” and looks back towards the road.

*****

Curly is rarely home, apparently, because the next time Spencer sees him is around three weeks later. He gets a call from Jordan during Geography and tells his teacher it’s an emergency as he slips out of the room with his phone pressed against his ear. Turns out it was. The idiot got arrested and needed a babysitter for his roommate whom “absolutely cannot spend the night alone.”

“What a prick,” is Curly’s immediate reaction, but he’s smiling with those same hooded eyes as he rocks back and forth in the doorway of the apartment. His eyelids are grey-black today, and Spencer’s not sure if his irises are dark or his pupils are dilated, but the charcoal compliments it either way. His nails are orange and his hair is free of glitter but far from clean as it falls manically over his head.

“I was meant to stay here tonight,” Spencer lies to save the man’s pride, arms crossed as his eyes dart from his face and into the apartment where an open door at the other side projects bright colours around the distant room. The colours switch in time with the heavy electro beat that shakes the corridor.

“Well. A’ight then,” he mumbles, rubbing a hand over his belly as the fingertips of the other tap against the doorframe until he steps aside. “You better come in.”

***

“… Keh?” Spencer frowns, arms folded on the coffee table in front of him as his ass grows numb against the trodden-down carpet. Curly’s sorting through baggies on the surface with one hand as he chews on the thumbnail of the other. He pulls his hand from his mouth as he shakes his head.

“Ket-t-t.” he corrects, adding more than enough emphasis to the T this time. Spencer’s learned that his accent doesn’t allow for that to come naturally. “Ketamine.”

“Right. Which is?”

“A drug.” His reply is short, but he glances up through his lashes with a smug smile before he adds, “an anesthetic. Times fifty. Dead good if you don’t fancy feeling your arse for an hour or so.”

“I don’t need drugs for that on your shitty carpet,” Spencer retorts and Curly just tells him to piss off as he begins to cram small, clear ziplock bags into a tin box.

He holds up both of his pointer fingers to suggest one moment as he raises to his feet without the assistance of his hands. He waltzes over to a door that Spencer’s never entered which, when he opens it, spits out the rumbling bass from earlier, forgotten behind the wood that’s just thick enough to dull the impact enough to provide nothing but a heavy hum.

Spencer watches him mess with something on the top of his dresser as the flashing lights from his TV continue to illuminate the room. Curly leans over the surface, tight curls becoming a veil to hide his face. Spencer doesn’t need to see his face or the chipped wood to know what he’s sniffing. The man knocks his head back then, hair flung from his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling, arms hung at his side as his chest rises and falls. Spencer continues to watch until Curly stumbles backward, away from the doorway and out of view.

The teenager takes a sip of his water and places his glass back on the CD that serves as a coaster. He listens as Curly flicks through a few tracks in his bedroom, until he’s satisfied enough to reenter the lounge, closing the door behind him to return them to the dull and comfortable murmur.

“D’you want anythin’,” Curly asks, and Spencer can’t help but notice that the further gone he looks, the looser his pronunciation becomes. Vowels melt between softened consonants and feathered digraphs, giving away the man’s rough edges.

Spencer shakes his head -absolutely not- and instead asks, “where in England are you from?”

“Essex.” He doesn’t sound emotionally involved as he expands; “East London. A shithole,” and crashes onto the couch behind Spencer, who turns to lean back against the coffee table to maintain eyes on the man. “Until I was eighteen.”

Curly sticks out his tongue like it’s too big for his mouth, and stays like that for a while as his gaze returns to the ceiling, eyes wandering up, up, up, until they’re almost all white. Then suddenly, his mouth pulls into a grin and his eyes are on Spencer again.

“And now I’m here, and I can’t fucking see.”

“And we’re smiling about that?”

Curly nods slowly, his smile diluting as he mumbles “yeh” before the dim room falls silent.

There’s no bulb in the ceiling fixture and the only source of light now is the streetlight outside the window, shining intrusively into the room as the curtains lay in a pile on the ground. The floor is covered in bottles and cans and the carpet is soiled with stains that Spencer doesn’t want to know about. He’s been here for a couple of hours, and it feels like he’s only just catching his breath.

Curly’s shirt is gone - Spencer can’t remember when that happened - and his tattoos are far more sporadic than Jordan’s, whose chest looks like a complete piece in comparison to Curly’s dotted doodles. He has one nipple pierced and the bar matches his orange nails, Spencer notes as the man drags a trembling hand over his chest, which rises as falls as if he’d been thrashing and shrieking for the past two hours as opposed to sorting pills and powders on a coffee table. Spencer doesn’t feel safe and he’s hungry and the room is cold but everything about the man has his brain chanting stay.

Curly screams for the sake of it and the silence shatters.

“Love. Let’s dance.”

***

“You’re ridiculous,” Spencer pants, eyes bright and eager so as not to miss a beat as Curly moves against him, hands holding the teenager’s face as he sings against his cheek. It’s a song Spencer’s never heard, which makes sense since Curly introduced the playlist as “the best Brit classics you’ll ever fucking hear!”

He doesn’t really get the music; the pronunciation is just as lazy as Curly’s and the words of almost every song paint a painfully average picture. Curly belts them out though, like he resonates with them, and it somehow keeps him captivated. Nostalgia, Spencer thinks.

He grins against Spencer’s cheek, so close that his teeth graze his skin as he says, “you’re gorgeous.”

“You’re high.”

“So fucking high,” Curly agrees as he steps back, linking their fingers and holding their joined hands above their heads to twirl himself beneath them before it turns into what Spencer swears is a lazy jive.

He laughs as he lets himself fall against the wall, panting as Curly goes on, spinning and swaying around the room like a hurricane, stumbling on trash and dishes as he goes. He continues to sing, yelling out “you’re all sheeps and cattle!” as he points to the streetlight outside. Spencer’s almost riled himself up enough to push himself away from the wall and back into the centre of the room when the apartment door opens, and a head of buzzed blonde hair ducks into the room.

Jordan takes one look at Curly and grumbles “oh fuck me” as he paces across the lounge and into his housemate’s room, barely glancing Spencer’s way. The apartment falls into a screeching silence before he reemerges. Spencer’s ears ring in the absence of the music and Curly wines at Jordan for turning it off.

“I’ve been gone for less than twenty-four hours and you’ve turned the apartment into Beverley’s.”

Still bouncing on his toes, hands held awkward and limp against his chest, Curly says, “Beverley’s is a mint bar,” just as Spencer asks, “who’s Beverley?”

Jordan just rolls his eyes, snatching a lighter from the side and pulling a cigarette from his pocket as Curly goes on to explain exactly why Beverley’s is ‘more than just an Irish pub’.

“Yeah, I’m really great, thanks for asking,” the blonde grumbles over him sarcastically and falls back onto the couch. “What was jail like? Oh, y’know. Cold. Lonely.”

“What happened?” Spencer’s question comes out quiet and he shuffles across the room to sit beside him. Curly’s still talking but it’s mostly to himself now.

“Oh, well, as well as finding the weed in my car, they found your fucking money-” he points at Curly, finally regaining his attention. “- and thought I was dealing. What the fuck was your cash doing in my car, Curly?”

“Was hiding it,” Curly mumbles and Spencer’s pretty sure that, if the guy had one, his tail would be tucked between his legs now.

“Of course you were,” he scoffs, smoke clouding his breath. “Keep me out of it, alright? I smoke, I don’t deal. Fuckin’ lucky they didn’t keep me.”

Curly perches on the edge of the coffee table, nodding as he says, “sorry mate,” and proceeds to knock Spencer’s water onto the ground. There are worse things in the carpet, and they all seem to think the same thing, judging by the fact that they ignore it as it soaks into the ground. Probably an improvement, if anything.

“S’alright. They couldn’t charge me,” he shrugs after a long pause. He looks dissatisfies even as he visibly shakes it off like he doesn’t have time to dwell. “Have you eaten yet?” Before the question is even entirely out, Spencer says no. “Cool. Chinese, then. And then-“ he wraps an arm around Spencer’s shoulders. “- I’m taking you home.”

“But-“

“Curly’s gonna need my full attention tonight, sweetheart.” He’s already holding his phone to his ear and, before Spencer can argue, he asks, “what’s your order?”

***

Curly doesn’t make it until the arrival of the food, so Spencer doesn’t go home after all. The man passes out on the floor mid-way through tidying up after himself. Jordan tells Spencer “get your ass in there” once they’ve eaten, and nods towards his own room with the first smile Spencer’s seen from him since he got home.

“How did you meet him?” Spencer asks around an hour later, under the sheets as he watches Jordan search for his underwear on the ground and step back into them.

“Mutual friends. He works at the club now.” There’s a heavy silence, like something else is bursting to be said. He adds, “we dated for a while,” with a short laugh, like it’s not a big deal.

*****

Spencer thinks it might be a big deal. There’s a guy called Jeff that used to work at the tattoo parlour who’s throwing a party to ‘get it all out of his system’ before he starts college - he’d said “it’s never too late” before they all cheered to it. It’s a Wednesday which is ridiculous, but the turn-out isn’t half bad.

Spencer’s spent more time with Curly than he has with Jordan tonight, because the two men seem to be arguing and, well, Curly can’t take care of himself these days. Spencer’s not had a drop of alcohol - wouldn’t dream of it in a place like this - but he lost Curly for a little while and, when he resurfaced, his eyes were wide and his body was all bones and no muscle.

The man is just as pale as ever and his plain white shirt only has three buttons fastened. He wipes his palm over the sheen of his chest, hand hanging loosely from his wrist. He moves like a marionette as he says, “I just fucking miss it all,” eyes on the house. He sways a little, then allows himself to fall to his side. It’s as if his strings are released when he collapses onto Spencer, his limbs landing wherever they land and his head landing in Spencer’s lap by pure fortune.

“What do you miss?” Spencer shifts a little, because the wall they’re sat on is digging into his ass and Curly’s weight isn’t helping.

“He’s mad at me again. I said I’d stop,” he wines as he rubs his face against Spencer’s knee. “He won’t wait forever.”

He combs his fingers through Curly’s hair. “What’s he waiting for?” There’s a silent understanding that ‘he’ is the short blonde that’s leaned against the kitchen sink inside, back to the window ahead of them. “Curly?”

“I feel sick.”

“Okay. You wanna go?” Spencer helps him sit up again, already standing from the wall and letting the man hold onto his elbows. Curly lets go to wipe the back of his hand beneath his nose, and when he pulls it away, blood smudges his face.

“You can go. I’ll wait for J.”

“No, c’mon. We’ll find some space inside.”

Inside is the last place he wants to be, having found an undeniable disliking for parties like these just recently, but it’s October and it’s cold and he doesn’t want to leave by himself anyway.

There’s a front and back lounge, and they find an armchair for the both of them to squeeze onto but they’re barely there for ten minutes before a group of boys is dragging Curly off again. They call him ‘Curls’ and Spencer feels a pang of jealousy as he’s forced to acknowledge that, despite having spent the last three hours alone with him among the crowds, Curly is not his person.

He lets him go with his friends, who help him to his feet and ruffle his hair as they go, and the timing seems almost too perfect for it to be a coincidence when Jordan slips through the group of people to claim Spencer.

“Finally. You’re all mine.” He pulls Spencer up by the hand and he must be drunk because he’s beaming. He says, “been waiting my fuckin’ turn,” which Spencer actually kind of hates, but he returns the kiss that the man takes from him anyway and lets him drag him away, back into the kitchen.

He pushes Spencer into the room, crowded up against his back with his hands on his stomach, beneath his shirt - cropped, thanks to Curly who recons the past of fashion is the future of fashion - as he announces “here he is!”

It’s mostly men in the room and Jordan’s introductions go right over his head, but his chest against Spencer’s back is the comfort he’s been needing to feel all night. He nods politely, smiles at a few of Jordan’s friends, and whispers over his shoulder, “Curly’s upstairs. He doesn’t look so good.”

Jordan just scoffs, mutters “fucking idiot,” and grabs the back of Spencer’s neck with one hand and the neck of a bottle with the other.

#para #self para #para:choose life #I LOVE CURLY FUCK #curly

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mochiinet · 6 years

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ice cream (bouquets pt. 3)

Featuring: SEVENTEEN’s Mingyu

Word Count: 2.8k words

Summary: Fast forward four months, and your life has changed quite a bit to say the least. After the wedding, you came back to the States to continue work, but the last thing you were expecting was a phone call from Mingyu saying he’d gotten a job in your city and needed a place to stay...

NOTE: THIS IS PT. 3 TO BOUQUETS!!! This was a request from an anon, they wanted me to make a sequel to my “bouquets” scenario, so here it is! If you haven’t already done so, please read the previous two parts before reading this one! ENJOY~!

“Are there any leftovers in the fridge?” Your phone was situated in between your ear and your shoulder as you walked through the hallway of your company’s building, flipping through large blueprints of your latest project. “Nope, oh wait..... uh yeah, nope.” You could hear Mingyu looking through the fridge on the other end. “Do you want me to pick up something on my way home? Were you going to make something? Or we could go grocery shopping?” You spouted questions. “Depends, when are you coming home? Do you want me to cook something?” He asked. “Uhhh it’s 5:39 right now... I should be off around 6?” You said, looking at you watch.

You made it back to your office, setting the blueprints on your desk, grabbing your phone and putting him on speaker. “Are you hungry? If you are I can start making something?” He asked. “I’m not that hungry yet… but, is there even anything you can use in the fridge?” You asked. There was more shuffling on his end and he sighed. “I’ll pick up some chicken on the way home, how does that sound?” You said, laughing a little. “Okay, and then we’ll go grocery shopping after.” He said. “Sounds like a plan.” You agreed. “Okay I’ll see you later!” He said. “Mhmmm.” You hummed and hung up.

Honestly speaking, it was still a little weird for you. To make it short, after Sujeong and Dokyeom’s wedding, you spent a couple days in Korea to visit family, and catch up with friends individually, or in smaller groups, Mingyu included. You were on better terms, and even made a couple jokes at each other, but at that time there was nothing more than that. And eventually you had to go back to work in the States. Life went back to normal, your week away from reality was over and it was back to the daily routine.

However, around a month or so later, you get a phone call from Mingyu, telling you his friend got him a job at a company in the city you were living in and he needed a place to stay for a little until he got his bearings. Even if you wanted to it would’ve been rude to turn him away, but honestly you were okay with it, so you let him stay with you. Now the two of you had an odd but comfortable relationship; you were housemates, you did things like go grocery shopping together, sometimes you’d go out and get work done at cafes together, simple things like that. While there were times when you felt like the two of you were a couple again, it was a completely different feeling compared to high school.

It has been around four months since Mingyu has been living in the guest room of your apartment. Your old roommate had moved out a while ago, and you never found anyone to take her spot, so you just turned it into a guest room, and it wasn’t a problem since you could afford it. After he moved in, you realized that having Mingyu there came with so many benefits; he cooked, he paid half the rent, you had someone to talk to all the time, and he did a lot of things for you. Not to say that you didn’t do the same for him, but he was and unexpectedly good support system and thus far, you honestly hadn’t thought about him ever moving out.

The first week or so was really awkward, just figuring out habits, schedules, rules, etc. was a lot to think about but you both got used to it pretty quickly. And the two of you managed to stay purely platonic. Despite that, neither of you had gone on proper dates with other people. And honestly the two of you were so busy with responsibilities that there wasn’t enough time to do so even if you had wanted to. But, of course, the possibility of getting back together is quite high and it’s crossed your mind more than once over the past four months.

Mingyu, as well, thought the same. But he was busy trying to get adjusted to living in the States. He’d reached out to you, with the honest expectation that you wouldn’t let him stay with you because of the past, but he was pleasantly surprised and indebted that you did. He knew a guy living in your city, the one who helped him get his job, but he was married and Mingyu didn’t want to burden them. If you hadn’t said yes, he would’ve figured something out, but he was really glad that you did. He knew it was going to be awkward and he was prepared, but the awkwardness went away a lot quicker than he expected.

And even though he’d come with the initial plan of staying for a while and then leaving, he was super comfortable and everything was so convenient that he didn’t want to leave. You were a great housemate as well. Compared to back in Korea with his old roommates *cough* svt *cough*, you did a good job cleaning, you were good about food, you weren’t noisy (at most you’d be singing along to some music in your room, but besides that), and you were very considerate of his personal space, which he really appreciated.

You locked your office door behind you, holding rolled up blueprints in one arm, one backpack strap on your other shoulder. Saying goodbye to your coworkers who were still there, you headed to the parking floor. As promised, you stopped by the local Korean restaurant for some fried chicken, and then drove home. Your work was a little further from your apartment compared to Mingyu’s and the car was yours so you took it, but sometimes if he needed it, you would take the bus. You parked in your designated parking space in the apartment parking floor. Putting your backpack on, you grabbed the blueprints in one hand and the bag of food in the other, before heading up to your unit.

“I’m homeee.” You called out, opening the door. He rushed over from the couch to the entrance in his slippers, grabbing the food and your blueprints for you so you could take your shoes off. “How was work?” He asked. “The same old same old. I want you to look at some of those designs though, one of my clients wants to do this weird thing... you’ll see what I mean later.” You explained. You put your slippers on and went to your room to change and while Mingyu began to set the table and unpack all of the food.

You changed into a comfy pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt, putting your hair up to keep it out of your face. The smell of the chicken was making its way to your room and you hurried out to start eating. “I’m so glad that this place exists here, Korean fried chicken is the best.” Mingyu said, taking a bite of a piece of chicken. You nodded in agreement doing the same. You guys made small talk while eating and you talked about your days. When you were finished, the two of you both began to clean immediately, consolidating trash, storing leftovers, etc.

“I’ll do the dishes today.” He offered. “Are you sure? You did them yesterday.” You said, hands already reaching for the gloves. “Yeah I got it, I don’t feel like working yet.” He said. “If you say so...” You said, handing them to him. He took them from you and you went to the living room area where he’d set your blueprints down. As you analyzed them, your eyes were unconsciously drawn towards Mingyu. You noticed that as you grew up, things like guys cleaning or doing household chores well became extremely attractive. And this was one of those instances. He was just wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts. He was also wearing his glasses so every once in a while he’d use his wrist to push them back up. honestly he’s such hubby material we all know this

You sighed and brought your attention back to your blueprints, waiting for him to finish so you could go grocery shopping. “I’m done.” He said, putting the last plate on the rack to dry. You got up and went to grab a hoodie to throw on since it was a bit chilly at night, and he did the same. After you were both ready, you grabbed your keys and reusable grocery bags, and the two of you headed down to the lobby floor. The grocery store was only two blocks away so there was no reason to drive. The streets were decently empty, a few people like the two of you around, going their own ways.

Mingyu walked with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and he would occasionally yawn, making you do the same. “Did you get enough sleep last night? You left pretty early this morning.” You asked. “Sorry did I wake you up?” He asked. You shrugged. “They called me in because something wasn’t working. So I had to leave around 5, but I got back super early and took a nap. My sleep schedule hasn’t been this gross in a while.” He said, frowning. You nodded in understanding.

The two of you grabbed a cart, you pushed while he picked out all the things. Before Mingyu came, while you were capable of cooking and cleaning, it took too much time and you rarely cooked. But now that he was here, you were eating more home cooked meals, watching your diet a bit more, and you even did a little meal planning because he’d make it a mission to go to the grocery store at least once every week. Yet another thing you appreciated.

“Are you craving anything?” He asked as you walked from the fruits and veggies section to the meat and poultry section. You listed a couple things, and he sorted through the ingredients he’d need in his head. You laughed a little at his face of concentration, and he glared. “Be glad I’m feeding you real food.” He said. “I am don’t worry, you just looked funny.” You said, pushing the cart to run away. He sighed and chuckled a little at how childish you were being. He followed after you, picking up a couple things before putting them in the cart.

You made it to the frozen section and you were deep in thought, trying to pick an ice cream flavor to buy. This time it was Mingyu’s turn to laugh. But you were unfazed, still in deep thought. He walked next to you, and pointed a finger near your left cheek, before calling your name. “Hm-OW…” You turned your head towards him and his finger pierced your cheek, making him burst in to a fit of laughter. “I can’t believe you fell for it!” He said between laughs. He was almost in tears. “Yah!” You said, running after him down the aisle.

Eventually he slowed down and you caught him, smacking him on the shoulder. You both laughed as you went back to the cart and ice cream, and this time he helped you pick one out. “You got that triple chocolate one last time, and the mint chip the time before. You should get something else.” He said, remembering which ones you’d purchased the last few times. “Hmmm should we just get vanilla…?” You asked. He shrugged and nodded, not really having a particular opinion.

As you were reaching for a carton, he watched you. Your hair was up in a ponytail, but it was messy, you were wearing an old hoodie that had the name of the college you’d gone to on it. Your sweats were hugged your legs a little, but not too much to be uncomfortable, and your flip flops were worn out but molded to the shape of your foot. You were still wearing your makeup from work, but it had worn out through the day so all that was really left was your simple eye makeup. You were a bit on the taller side, so you were fully capable of reaching to the top shelf where the ice cream was, but you saw a hand reach for it as you did. You turned a little and your eyes widened a little at how close Mingyu was standing to you, all you could really see was his hoodie and collar bone area.

He looked down at you, hand on the carton, but not taking it down. The cold air from the freezer containing all the ice cream and frozen foods was wafting down on you, but you could still feel your face heating up a little. That was something that hadn’t happened in a long time. You looked up at him and he was staring right into your eyes and you were just kind of frozen, not knowing whether to move, to look away, or just stand still. After a little while of looking at each other, he started to move his face closer and your mind was little blank.

It was all just so unexpected, but he couldn’t help himself. He kissed you and you closed your eyes, and instead of bringing the carton down, he let go of it and grabbed your hand which had also been up there reaching for it. The kiss was sweet, simple, and soft, and you were melting. After a little while, he pulled away and you opened your eyes again, looking at him. And you were surprised at what you saw.

He was standing there, a light grip on your hand, but he was blushing, all shy and everything. And you couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey!” He said, his voice threatening to crack a little, surprising himself, making you laugh even more. He laughed as well, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly with his other hand. As you were calming down, you saw him smiling at you, and it was one of those loving smiles, full of adoration and appreciation. And you smiled back.

“So vanilla?” You asked, opening the freezer door that had closed, focus back on your oh-so-important ice cream. He chuckled a little and nodded. You grabbed it yourself, tossing it into the cart, never letting go of his hand. The rest of the time, the two of you walked, hands intertwined, only separating when you needed to. And eventually you headed back home, both with grocery bags in both hands. You both walked in a comfortable silence, and at a stoplight, he turned to you.

“So do you want to try again?” He blurted, breaking through the silence. You were a little surprised by his timing but you already knew the question was coming. You looked at him, the red, green, and other lights from the surroundings were flashing, coloring his face. You searched his eyes, looking for something even though you already knew what your answer was, a smile growing on your face. “I think I’d like that.” You said, making him smile and nod. The two of you walked back and everything was just as it had been these past four months, it was comfortable, but with a little more affection.

When all of the groceries were put away, he kind of just looked at you and smiled, walking over, pulling you with him onto the couch. He sat on one side, and slung his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close and you leaned on his shoulder. He turned the TV on, scrolling through Netflix as you watched. “You know, the thought of me moving out, never even crossed my mind.” He said. “Honestly I also hadn’t even thought of kicking you out.” You said. He chuckled at your wording and you could feel it vibrate through his body.

“I guess we both had this in mind, whether we knew it or not then…” He said, looking at you. “I guess so…” You said. He smiled, kissing your forehead and you smiled too. “God what is Sujeong going to say…” You realized. “They’re 100% going to hate us, but they also 100% have to thank us at the same time so….” He said. You laughed and nodded. “She doesn’t have to know yet.” He said. “Let’s just like drop a bomb on Instagram or something, and have everyone freak out about it. Do they even know you’re living here?” You asked. “I don’t know actually, but Dokyeom has a big mouth so maybe.” He said. You shook your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Well everyone will be in for a surprise I guess.” He said. “That’s for sure…” You agreed.

ahhhhhhh so when the anon asked for a sequel it took me a little while to think of what to write but omg i did it and i love it. don’t worry anon, there’s more of this coming, so prepare your heart! AHAHH but yeah, there’s one last part that will be coming after this one so i hope you all enjoy and let me know if you like it, want me to continue other scenarios, etc. shoot me a message!! thanks for reading!!

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farklelucas · 7 years

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Can you write "Your housemate just came home and now you’re shoving me in the closet/under the bed/out of the window but I only have one shoe on and no underwear oh my god (AND you’re trying to kiss me while shoving me this is just perfect)" for Brett/Isaac? Thank you!

there are…. so many prompts in my inbox… and yet…. this one speaks to me

Smooth skin glides over smooth skin. Touching, touching, touching… Brett leans up to kiss at the underside of Isaac’s jaw. Isaac grins and runs his hand up Brett’s stomach again. “Say it again,” he murmurs, like Brett hasn’t said it a million times already.

Brett grins, feeling mischievous. “What?” he asks. “Say what?”

There’s a sharp pinch to his hip, and he jumps, just a little. “You know,” Isaac retorts, burying his mouth in Brett’s neck.

For a moment, Brett lets him wait. Then, afraid of being pinched again, he says, “Isaac, I love you.”

Isaac raises his head and grins. Then, there’s a honk outside, and Isaac’s smile slips from his face. “Oh, no,” he says. Then, “You have to hide.”

Brett raises his eyebrows. “What?” he asks. But Isaac’s already climbed off of him, moving to get his t-shirt from the foot of the bed. He slips it on over his head and onto his torso, covering the hickeys on his collarbone. While he’s down there, he picks up what Brett can only assume is his shirt and throws it at him, then scrambles to the window.

“Oh, shit,” Isaac mutters. “Allison’s home early.”

In an instant, Brett feels his stomach drop. He and Isaac have been very careful not to tell their friends that they’re dating. After having all grown up together, in Beacon Hills when Isaac and Allison were friends with his older sister Malia, they’re afraid of them not understanding or getting upset because it might disrupt the flow of their friend group. But Brett really, truly loves Isaac - he doesn’t think Allison would get upset; Malia, maybe, because she’s very protective over her little brother. But Allison? Although, Allison would go directly to her girlfriend, Lydia, who would go directly to her best friend, Malia, and he really doesn’t want Isaac skinned alive. “Yeah, maybe I should hide,” he agrees.

“Lydia’s with her,” Isaac says, peering out the window. “And… oh shit, you really have to hide.” He turns back, with wide eyes. “That’s Malia.”

Brett scrambles to stand up and throw the shirt on over his head. Once it’s on, they both look around. “Uh,” Brett says, “no offense, but your room is… not exactly fit for hide and seek.”

He loves his boyfriend, but it’s true, his room is a bit of a mess. There’s clothes discarded on the floor in one corner, a full bookshelf taking up another, a desk scattered with papers and miscellaneous stationary supplies and books in a third corner. His bed is in the middle of the room, and next to it is a nightstand cluttered with an alarm clock and phone and various pictures. Brett looks to Isaac, eyebrow raised. Isaac, meanwhile, just looks nervous and unsure. “Uh, under the bed?” he tries.

They both bend to look under the bed. Plastic cases of clothes and DVDs are packed under there, and they stare back at Brett and Isaac dauntingly. They sigh and stand. “Well, that’s a no,” Brett says. He glances at Isaac, and follows his line of sight - the front window. “No,” Brett says flatly. He can only imagine what would happen if he even tried to climb out of the window. “I love you, but I’m not breaking my neck to hide from my big sister.”

He turns his gaze back to Isaac and watches as, slowly, a smile breaks out onto Isaac’s face. “There you go again,” he says.

“What?” Brett asks, confused. Then he realizes and smirks. “That really drives you nuts, huh?��

Isaac nods, softly, and leans forward to kiss him. It’s soft and sensual, like Isaac himself, and Brett thinks it’s just perfect.

The door opens fairly loudly downstairs, and Lydia is laughing. “Isaac!” Allison calls. “We have company, please be decent!”

Okay, maybe not perfect.

Isaac pulls back. “Jesus Christ, I wish I wasn’t so attracted to you right now,” he mutters.

“I don’t,” Brett grins. Isaac rolls his eyes.

They look around again, and suddenly, Isaac snaps his fingers and points. Brett follows his finger and groans. “Wow, I have to go back in?” he asks.

Isaac shushes him. “Ten minutes of going back in the closet for me to escape a confrontation with your sister alive,” he says. He grabs Brett by the hand and drags him to the closet. When he opens it, Brett can see immediately why this won’t work.

He gestures into the closet and asks, “You know we’re the same height, right? If you’re not fitting in there, I’m sure as hell not fitting in there.

He can tell Isaac is about to open his mouth to argue, but then they both hear a sudden creak on the staircase. Isaac yelps and Brett sighs. “Fine,” he grumbles. “But only because this is the height of irony.”

Isaac breathes a sigh of relief and helps him to fold himself in a sitting position on top of the clothes at the bottom of Isaac’s closet and under the nice jackets and suits hanging above him. (He makes a mental note to ask Isaac to wear these clothes more often, because he’s willing to bet that he’ll look amazing in them.) Then, once he’s both comfortable and sure he’s not going to accidentally kick out the closet door with his long legs, Isaac leans down and kisses him. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

“You’re lucky I prefer my boyfriends alive to dead,” Brett mutters. Isaac gives him another kiss before shutting the door.

From his spot on the floor, Brett can see practically the whole room, or at least the door. There’s a knock and it opens, Allison with her eyes covered. “Hey, are you decent?” she asks.

Isaac laughs. “Yeah, you’re good. You can come in.”

She lifts her hands off her eyes and enters, Lydia and Malia closely behind her. “Hey,” Allison says. “We just wanted to invite you to watching The Notebook in the living room with us while we cry and drink margaritas.

Malia rolls her eyes. “I’m not going to cry,” she insists.

“She’s never seen The Notebook,” Lydia says, resting her hand on Malia’s shoulder. “Isaac, tell her she’s going to cry.”

“You’re not going to cry,” he says bluntly. Brett stifles a laugh. Malia smiles smugly and Lydia pouts. “I’m probably going to stay up here, blast some music and work on my essay.”

Brett knows very well that Isaac had finished his essay yesterday.

“Fair enough,” Allison says with a shrug. Then she pauses. “Nice shirt,” she says, pointing to Isaac’s chest.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you like the Sharks,” Lydia says slowly.

There’s a pause. Brett looks down at his chest to see Beacon Hills Lacrosse written on the front and holds back from swearing. “It’s a new thing, me and hockey,” Isaac says suddenly. “I’m really only betting on them because Stiles is betting against them.”

The three girls look at each other and then shrug. “Fair enough,” Malia says. “You should talk to Brett, though, he loves them.”

Brett practically hears Isaac swallow nervously. “Yeah,” he says, “I will.”

“Alright, well, later then,” Allison says, and she, Lydia, and Malia all go back downstairs.

Brett opens up the closet and struggles to stand. Isaac comes back over and lends a hand, helping Brett get out all in one piece. When he finally gets on his feet, they both look out the door to where the girls all once stood. “Well, that was close,” Isaac says.

“Yeah, that’s entirely on you,” Brett says, looking back.

Isaac grins sheepishly and looks down, plucking at the shirt he has on. “Yeah, I guess you want your shirt back, huh?”

Brett hums a moment. “Well,” he says, “I definitely want it off of you.”

Isaac smiles and reaches to put his arms around Brett’s neck. Brett leans in to kiss him. From the hallway, they hear, “Oh my god! I knew it.”

Lydia looks all too smug. Isaac groans and buries his head in Brett’s neck. Brett rolls his eyes. It was all a matter of time, anyway.

#brisaac #twrarepair #teen wolf #brett talbot #isaac lahey #katie writes #idk???#idk why inspiration spikes like this #but god i love this pairing #anonymous #what kind of woman doesnt have an ask

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schaaadenfreude · 6 years

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beast

The cell phone woke Chris up. It was on vibrate, but the buzz of it against the nightstand still pulled her from her dreamless sleep. She almost ignored it, but long habit had her grabbing for it and tilting the screen to check the caller ID. It told her that Work was calling. She groaned and swiped across the screen to answer it, though she left it flat on the nightstand rather than bringing it to her still-sensitive ears. “H’lo?”

It was Sacha, the intern they’d only recently taken on, whom Chris still considered an exuberant child for her innocence. Sacha sounded, as usual, far too chipper for the ungodly early hour of just after eight-thirty a.m. “Hey, Chris. I know you probably just got back in from your, uh, full moon stuff, but we need you to come in.”

Chris was too sleepy (and cranky) to curb her first impulse, so rather than something more diplomatic, she growled, “Y’don’ wan’ me t’come in right now.” Usually, Chris could enunciate a little better, but she was still moon-dazed and tired.

There was a pause while background noise Chris didn’t care to listen for occurred on the other end of the line. Then, in a more hesitant tone, Sacha continued. “We kinda do. A hit-by-car just came in and we’re pretty sure it’s a werewolf. Your pack isn’t… missing anyone… is it?”

Suddenly, Chris was wide awake. She sat bolt upright and snatched the phone up. “What?”

“I’ve never seen a werewolf – uh, in wolf form, y’know – in person before, but it looks like what you’ve described. Definitely not like a regular wolf. Huge. And this one’s badly hurt. Dr. Floyd is pretty sure if this thing wasn’t a werewolf, it’d be dead.”

Chris put the phone back on the nightstand, but tapped the speaker icon so she could slide off the bed and start throwing clothes on. “I need more detail than that, honey. What, who, when, how.” There was a chance this patient was a wolf she knew, slim though that was. The only werewolves with any business this close to Seattle were her pack, and all five of the others were accounted for, as far as she had known when she’d gone to sleep an hour ago.

Thankfully for Chris’ patience – rather, her notable lack thereof – Sacha got to the point. “Just got it in fifteen minutes ago, or so. I dunno who brought it in, except that they claim they hit it with their truck. Happened on the highway right near the park. They think it was coming back toward town. They loaded it into their truck bed and drove it here, since we’re the nearest wildlife rehab. Dr. Floyd did the exam, but says he doesn’t know how werewolves tick, so he can’t say much besides it’s got a lot broken and lost a lot of blood.”

“What does it look like, Sacha?” Chris managed not to snap, though mostly because she had to concentrate on lacing up her shoes. If she struggled with fine motor control still, she really shouldn’t drive…

“Prooobably 300 pounds? Maybe more, we didn’t weigh it. Colored like one of those red wolves you get back east, gray and brown. Built like everything you’ve ever said about your wolf form. Kinda like a human, but with canine legs and head and arms bigger than a silverback gorilla.”

Red wolf colors, huh? No one Chris knew, then. Which was both good and bad. She scooped the phone up and turned speaker off before tucking it against her ear so she had both hands free to unlock and open the bedroom door. “I’m on my way. Tell Jerry and whoever else is ogling that thing to keep the fuck back if it so much as twitches, okay? You too, hon. I don’t wanna deal with any of you getting tagged.”

“It looks in bad shape, Chris. I’m surprised it’s still alive at all.”

“We’re hard to kill,” Chris replied in a wry drawl. “Be there in a few.” She ended the phone call without another word and took the stairs two at a time. Thankfully, her pack-and-housemate Neil didn’t stir from her tromping around the house and letting the old door slam shut behind her.

Hauling herself into the doorless and topless Wrangler’s cab shouldn’t have taken as much effort as it did. Still, she trusted herself a lot more driving the battered old Jeep than her motorcycle, in the shape she was in. She’d fill it up with gas on the way back to apologize to Neil for borrowing his car without permission. Not that he’d mind; the Jeep had been hers, and she’d given it to him when he joined the pack so he’d have transportation.

The morning sunlight was harsh, making Chris grateful for her dark, polarized sunglasses. They made her look like a Matrix extra, but they worked. And she hadn’t bothered to put on her eyepatch before she left, so this would also stop passersby from staring. She was not in the mood to deal with that right now. It was difficult enough to check her temper in normal weekday morning traffic.

She pulled up to the clinic’s employee parking around back and wasted no time hopping out of the Jeep. Sacha was there opening the back door for her before she even reached it. The lanky intern looked down at Chris with concern drawing her shapely eyebrows together. “You look rough, Chris.”

“If you’d spent all night hunting and were subsequently called in to work, you’d look like this, too,” Chris retorted as she brushed past Sacha. The intern flattened against the wall to let her pass, then fell in step behind.

“They’re in exam room–”

“Five, yeah, I smell it. We need to get it out of an exam room, though. Too close to the public.” She adopted a quick stride that even the taller Sacha had a little trouble matching. For only being about five feet tall, Chris was pretty leggy. It helped that most of her weight was muscle and bone; she had little else, and only escaped looking malnourished by being more muscular than an Olympic athlete. That tended to happen with werewolves, though most looked better fed than Chris.

She paused at the door to the exam room to listen in, and heard only the shuffling of Dr. Jerry Floyd’s feet on the tile floor. She opened the door and had to pause again when the scents of blood and pain and fear washed over her and made her mouth water. She swayed a little on her feet, eye unfocused to bask in the prey-smells, until Jerry spoke in a worried tone. “Chris? Are you all right?”

The old veterinarian’s pack-a-day rasp made Chris pull her attention away from the hunk of bleeding meat on the exam table with a physical effort. “Nope. What can you tell me about that one?” She gestured to the exam table with a jerk of her chin without moving any closer.

Jerry stepped away from the meat while he stripped blood-coated gloves off his knobby hands. He loomed about the room like a scarecrow; overly tall, he looked like someone had taken a man with normal size and proportions and stretched him out end to end. “Without x-rays, I couldn’t tell you anything specific, but there’s a lot broken. Ribs, a hind leg, probably some fractures in the cranium, too. Given the ribs, there’s bound to be a lot of internal bleeding as well. If this was anything but a werewolf, it would’ve bled to death by now.” He gave her another concerned look. “How am I supposed to handle a werewolf this badly hurt? You heal fast, I know, but how fast? I cleaned out as many wounds as I could, but I think some of the skin closed over before I got there.”

“Secondary infection isn’t a problem you need to worry about,” Chris told him. “If its immune system is that badly compromised, it’s next to dead. Just set the big bones, and whenever it changes back, that’ll take care of the rest. Providing it makes it that far.”

“So it is a werewolf?” Sacha asked from behind Chris. She was peering over Chris’ head into the exam room with ill-restrained curiosity.

“Yep. Sacha, do you know if the kennels in back are occupied?”

“Not right now, I don’t think.”

“Go check, and if there’s anyone home, move them all to the front end. Open up the furthest kennel and set it up. We’ll stick the cub in there for now.”

Sacha scurried off to her assignment, and once the intern was gone, Jerry Floyd’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry for calling you in today, Chris. I know it’s not a good time.”

Chris flapped one hand dismissively. “No choice, I get it. M’glad you called me. This cub’s too dangerous to let y’all handle it without me.” She was even too tired to stop herself from letting that “y’all” slip.

“’Cub?’ How can you tell it’s a young one?” Jerry inquired.

Chris paused and blinked. “Good question.” She took another deep breath, mostly out of habit. Cubs smelled no different than older weres. All she smelled was blood, anyway. Well, that was the only smell she could pay much attention to; the others weren’t half so appetizing. And, after spending most of yesterday in beastform, her senses in this one seemed dull. So she gave Jerry’s interested gaze a shrug. “Context. Most of us who know what we’re doing aren’t stupid enough to run into the road when a car’s nearby. It takes a dumb, ignorant cub to pull a stunt like that.”

“That makes sense,” Jerry agreed. “Are you sure it’s safe to move this one to the kennels?”

“I’ll make sure it can’t escape. Most of the damage that’s not healed already will heal once it shifts, anyway.” Something occurred to Chris. She stepped out of the exam room to hunt down paper, and ended up with a pad of prescription forms. She scribbled a short list on the back of the sheet she tore out of it.

“You know Maddie will have my hide if she catches us wasting those,” Jerry warned. But his voice held more amusement than concern. Maddie ruled the front end of the clinic and had also taken over their account books like a domestic force of nature; Chris adored her even though Maddie annoyed the piss out of her most of the time. Especially on days like today, when she was cranky and tired and this close to taste-testing the patient in exam room 5.

“Maddie can bite me. If she didn’t want me to use these as a notepad, she’d buy us some real damn notepads.” Chris eyed the list, then added another line.

Sacha swept up to them shortly thereafter. “The kennels are empty, so I just opened the one of the far end. Got the gurney, too.”

The child was a little scattered, but a good worker. Chris handed Sacha the list. “No need, I can carry it. I just need you to run to Target and get that stuff for me.”

The list received a dubious once-over. “Wwwwwwhy?”

“If that cub survives, it’ll shift back to human and wake up hungry. Needs clothes and food. I need food too, because if I have to stand near that bleeder for too much longer without eating, it’s not gonna be pretty.” When she had a better rein on her tongue, Chris would regret the alarm that flashed across not only Sacha’s face, but Jerry’s as well. They knew she was a werewolf, but she’d done a reasonable job so far of hiding what that really meant. Hopefully, the damage she’d just done to their trust wasn’t irreparable. She couldn’t find it in herself to care so much, not when she had limited energy to expend and better things to use it on than diplomacy. She shooed Sacha out to run the errands and stalked back over to the exam room.

Jerry caught her shoulder before she could enter, and it took more effort than it should’ve for Chris to keep still. Jerry apparently noticed, because he removed his hand swiftly, though not with a jerk as though he was frightened. “Sorry. Chris, are you sure you’re okay to do this?”

“The more often I’m asked that, the less ‘okay’ I get,” she replied through clenched teeth. “I know my limits. If it gets to be a problem, I’ll step back. But you need me here to handle this. That’s why you called me in. Don’t waste my time second-guessing your very correct decision.”

Jerry relented without another protest, and Chris entered the exam room. It was still filled with the smell of blood, but the air felt different now. And the cub’s aura, which had been a dim glow of pain-color (her brain called it red) interspersed with flares and sparks of sharper distress, was lit up with a brightness that tasted of metal and turned earth. It sparked and flanged with incandescent agony that made its injuries look dull by comparison. Chris sympathized. Shifting shape was painful at the best of times. This was uncontrolled and done while injured. If the cub had been anywhere near conscious, he would’ve probably screamed.

“Shifting back already. Fucker must be pretty resilient. Jerry, could you get the doors for me?” Without turning to look at her coworker, Chris approached the exam table and slid her arms underneath the heap of twitching werewolf. The cub was scrawny for his size, but still several hundred pounds, and probably seven feet long tip to tail. Jerry hovered by the door, though, and watched Chris juggle the load without a word. He’d seen her hold down a Rottweiler not much smaller than this werewolf (and certainly more active) without breaking a sweat. She might have been five-nothing and barely one hundred pounds, but she could deadlift more than this cub with little trouble.

Dr. Laura Nesbitt was approaching another exam room as Chris waded out of five with her burden, and the middle aged woman’s eyes widened. “Need any help?” she asked warily.

“Under control,” Jerry reassured her. The dry tone to his voice indicated that he wasn’t going to forgive Chris her temper any time soon. “But if you could get someone in to clean up behind us, I’d appreciate it.”

Chris ignored them and trudged through the clinic. It would probably take the cub half an hour to shift fully, all things considered, but having her arms full of something bleeding and quivering helplessly was not improving her control at all. She needed to put the cub down and get away before she took a chunk out of the poor schmuck. Thankfully for her impatience, Jerry was at hand to open doors for Chris without her having to wait.

Once she’d dumped the cub on the dog bed in the back of the furthest kennel and closed the chain link gate behind her, Jerry spoke. “How do you propose to restrain that cub if it wakes up… violent?”

“Workin’ on it.” She stood with her feet planted on the cement floor and one hand lightly hooked through the chain links. Eye half-lidded, she took a deep breath; with it, she drew power from the earth under her feet. Most werewolves were not mages, to cast spells, though there was a great deal of magic associated with the beastform and the changes there and back. Earth magic could be difficult to draw upon. There was an endless amount of power to be had, but it did not bestir itself without much coaxing and patience.

Slowly, Chris wove the trickles of power she drew from the ground into the links of the fence and through the mortar between each cinderblock of the walls. To her aura-sight the fence and walls took on a steady glow which spread until the kennel was walled in on all six sides – walls, floor, sloping roof – by a simple shield. It would not stand up to much from the outside; it was the inside of the shield that was as inflexible as bedrock. It would block out sound and smell and even the basic aura-sense most werewolves inherited after the change. The cub would still be able to see whatever there was to see, but that was it. From all else, he would be insulated while he changed and woke.

Jerry gave the kennel a dubious look. Without the ability to sense the shield she’d erected around it, the cinderblocks and chain link didn’t look very adequate to contain a werewolf. Sometimes it was barely adequate to contain a perfectly mundane dog. But then Chris threw her fist against the fencing, and it barely rattled. Jerry’s mouth turned up and he nodded.

The kennels were outside, on the opposite end of the building to the employee parking. That didn’t inhibit Chris from hearing Sacha drive up in her tidy little red Beetle and park. “Thank fuck,” Chris growled, and strode back inside. She didn’t run, but close. Jerry trailed after her, and she pretended not to notice the flutterings of wary concern at the edges of the old man’s aura. He had good reason to be concerned. She hadn’t ever come to work like this, barely holding on to the façade of humanity she was usually able to wear.

A couple of plastic tee-shirt bags dangled from Sacha’s hands, and she immediately held them out to Chris. It took almost more self control than Chris had to bring them into the breakroom and deposit the bags on the counter, then take the time to wash her hands and arms of the cub’s blood, before opening one of the bags of roast beef. When Jerry offered her a clean coat, she managed to shrug into it without acting too much like she objected to the delay. It was a good thing there was already bread in the breakroom, because Chris figured that shoveling slices of meat into her face would probably not inspire confidence in Jerry or Sacha.

“How is the, uh, patient?” Sacha asked once Chris had demolished one of the one-pound bags of thick-sliced beef and most of the loaf of sliced bread. The bread was an afterthought; she needed the carbs, of course, but the beast in her soul craved protein. Flesh.

“He’d started to change by the time I got him into the kennel. Given the shape he’s in, it’ll probably be a while yet before he’s done. I shielded the kennel he’s in, so no sound or smells will go in or out,” Chris told the intern. It was a lot easier to hold civilized conversation now that her belly was full of meat. She hooked a finger into one strap of the second bag and pulled it over to peer inside. As ordered, generic, one-size-fits-most sweats and a pullover in nondescript gray and navy blue, as well as a pack of cotton boxers. She didn’t know what that cub looked like in human form, but her instincts said he wasn’t extraordinarily big or small.

“How do you know it’s a ‘he?’” Sacha, again, sounding curious. “I didn’t get a good look at him when he came in to tell what, uh, bits he’s got.”

Chris tapped her aquiline nose right along the old break she’d gotten before turning. That was explanation enough for Sacha, though Jerry raised a wiry eyebrow. “You could smell that under all the blood and everything else?”

“I’m used to parsing scents underneath blood and more pungent things,” she told him wryly. “If I hadn’t been trying not to sniff too hard, I might’ve been able to tell you where he’d been. At least, what kind of place he’d been in last, besides under a car’s tires.” As it was, besides the cub’s scent (which had, in fact, been masculine but not overwhelmingly so) she had gotten a whiff of pine sap and dirt, so he’d been in wilderness. The tang of motor oil had been there, too, but since he’d been intimately acquainted with a truck’s undercarriage, that went without saying.

“Now what?” Jerry inquired. He sat at the breakroom table with his hands laced together, observing her steadily. “What’s the procedure for finding a badly injured werewolf cub?”

Chris couldn’t stop herself from rubbing one hand across her face, eye burning faintly from sleep deprivation, and pinching the bridge of her nose. “I need to figure out where and how he was turned. Dunno how much I’ve emphasized this to you, but turnings are A Big Deal, capital letters included. I need to track down whoever turned him and left him to run amok.” That was all she would say in front of these people, friends though they were. They were mortals, and didn’t need to be any more involved than they already were.

“And what will happen to the cub?” That was Sacha, who sounded sympathetic.

“I’ll get as much useful information about his turning as I can, which won’t be much. Then… a lot of stuff will be up to him.” Most other packs would kill a cub not turned by one of their own. There was a good chance she’d have to kill this one, anyway, if he couldn’t gain control over his beast. But that was not something Sacha needed to know.

“So you’re going to take him home with you?” Jerry inquired.

“Only safe place for him. My packmates are civilized, but most of them don’t have the kind of control I do.” One of them did, but Teddy would also take one look at that cub and bite his head off. That lobo was of the old school, and she knew he disapproved of her keeping a pack of rescued strays. That was probably why Teddy only really respected Dominic, the only one of the pack that Chris had turned herself. She wondered if Teddy knew how much like the vampire’s bloodline-guarding that was. He’d resent the comparison.

“Control to stop themselves from what, killing him?”

“Mostly to keep their own heads if or when that cub starts to lose it. It takes a few weeks to get used to the change – to get used to it enough to exert some control. Until then, cubs are at the mercy of the beast’s whims. They can’t change at will, which is good, but if something motivates them enough, they can do it. And when one were in the vicinity starts to go, it compels everyone else to do the same. No one wants to be stuck in fragile human form when a potentially hostile beast is around. I know I can put that cub in his place regardless of which form I’m in, so the compulsion isn’t very strong.” In that way, Teddy was also more than strong enough to school the cub regardless of his current shape. But the old man was touchy around other males, and impatient with stupid cubs. Not the nurturing sort.

Chris didn’t care if this cub lived or died, but she at least needed him to live long enough to give her information about his change. Once that happened… it would be best for her to put the cub out of his misery. The old vampire who kept his personal coven in Seattle hadn’t been pleased when she’d brought Teddy into the pack; but that might have been because Teddy was an old wolf used to killing vampires. Chris was a pup by comparison, though she had a string of vampire fangs almost as long as Teddy’s. Since many of those fangs had been taken from the heads of vampires who had been attempting a coup against the Grand Master, Andrei Markov was more tolerant of her than he was of most other werewolves. That didn’t stop him from disliking having too many so close to his den.

She could tell the old bat that it was only on his insistence that Chris settled with her little band of rescues so close. She had, in fact. More than once. But that didn’t change the fact that Sorin – her mocking nickname for the vampire, which he accepted for reasons she’d never know – could and would continue to disapprove of Chris gathering a larger pack. Tolerate her he might, but Chris was not stupid enough to think that the old vampire’s magnanimity would last if he thought she was growing to be a threat.

Thinking of Sorin as magnanimous made her snort in derision. To Jerry’s raised eyebrow, she said, “There’s no guarantee the cub will have any useful information to give me about how he got turned. Cubs and ferals don’t retain memory across the shifts, and the turning is traumatic enough at the best of times that most people block the memories. So chances are, I’m gonna be taking a ‘vacation’ soon to investigate.

“Is it really that important?” Sacha asked.

“A cub with no control was left to wander. He was heading toward town before he was hit. Care to imagine what might’ve happened if he’d made it?” Chris paused long enough for Sacha’s face to become grave, then continued. “Yeah. Bad news. There are a few things that could’ve happened: either he was turned by a feral, who’ll need to be dealt with before it causes more damage. Or, he was turned by a civilized wolf who either didn’t try, or tried and failed to keep the cub under control. That wolf needs to be shown the error of their ways, regardless of which case it is. We regulate our turnings very strictly, and part of that is regulating new cubs until they get a handle on themselves.” If they got a handle on themselves.

“And is there no one else who can do that investigation? You’ve mentioned a higher level of organization among werewolves before,” said Jerry, still with one eyebrow elevated.

“Yeah, and I’m part of it.” She shrugged. Technically, she was not a proper Conclave representative. But she was as close as an American-turned were was ever going to be, and her Conclave superior Alena trusted Chris to take care of business in the no-man’s land that was the western United States. Certainly, Chris was the only werewolf that Sorin would treat with, and that was valuable in and of itself. “So as the nearest member of that body, it’s my job. Besides, I’d go even if I wasn’t. The next nearest pack of werewolves is far enough into Canada that there’s no way this cub could have run across the border.”

Before they could ask her more questions, questions she shouldn’t answer, Chris stood and scooped up the bags. “Gonna check on the cub. If I need either of you, I’ll holler. Should be safe enough to go about life as usual. Once the cub’s fed and clothed, I’ll take him home.”

As predicted, the cub was still changing when Chris got there. The shield she’d erected blocked sound, smell, and magical signals from exiting as well as entering, so the visual cues were all she had to know how far along the cub was. From the looks of it, he was past the halfway point. Significantly smaller, with less fur. Bones poked up in ways they should not and twisted in front of her eyes, both in the change, and in the cub’s agonized writhing. From the way the cub’s mouth gaped open, he was probably crying out in some way.

She dropped into a crouch not far from the shielded chain link gate and began to dig through the contents of the tee shirt bags. She removed the tags and stickers from the clothing and withdrew a pair of boxers from their packaging, but left them on top of the bag and readied the second Ziploc bag of sliced roast beef. One pound of the stuff would not be enough to satiate the cub, but it would take the edge off so that he would be safer to transport. She had food aplenty at home and could feed the cub better there.

The thought of what waited at home reminded her of Neil, so she pulled her cell phone from her pocket. A text from him already waited.

where did you go?

She texted him back, work. cub got hit by a car. i’ll be bringing him back soon. can you behave?

It didn’t take long for Neil to reply. as in a wolf cub? tf?

yep. no clue where, when or why yet. can you handle a new cub in the house?

what do you think i am, feral?

you're manic and the moon is full.

i can handle a cub.

Neil lived with her because, even when he wasn’t manic, his control was iffy. Even Nat and Mako, who’d been turned under the same circumstances and for the same amount of time as Neil, had enough of a handle on themselves that they could live independently. Mako’s was a little more uncertain, but she lived with Dominic, who was far more stable and quite capable of keeping his wife on an even keel. But Chris didn’t have much of a choice about where to take the cub. She just had to believe that Neil was reading himself properly.

When she looked up from the text conversation, the cub was mostly done with his shift. That was impressive, considering how badly hurt he’d been. Intent and motivation also helped the change along, so unwilling ones also took much longer than voluntary shifts. She waited until the cub was completely done, however, before doing anything. She waited until he stirred from the exhausted heap he’d collapsed into.

It took a few minutes more, but the cub uncurled himself enough to look around. He trembled with weakness, but finally managed to turn enough to see her. His face was still bruised and streaked with dried blood, but by the way the whites of his eyes showed all the way around, he was pretty freaked out. Chris wished that she could leave the shield intact when she opened the kennel, but she’d used the kennel’s walls as the framework for the shield, so it was impossible to move anything while the shield was up. And even if she could, she wouldn’t have been able to get anything through it to the cub. So she slowly unraveled the shield.

As sounds and smells trickled into the kennel, the cub flinched. He looked around jerkily. There was little sapience in his face; no doubt he was still mostly beast, even in this form. But he was too injured and weak to do more than huddle against the far cinderblock wall of the kennel as Chris finally undid the shield and began to open the gate. He made a pitiful wheezing sound that was no doubt meant to be a growl.

Chris kept her posture loose and relaxed, and did not look directly at the cub or hold her body directly toward him. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she told him, keeping her voice high and gentle. Almost a croon. She stayed just inside the gate while she dug the roast beef in one great handful out of the bag. As soon as the cub caught scent of the beef, his wheezing quieted and his eyes locked onto it intently. He pushed himself up from the floor feebly and tried to crawl closer. It would have been quality footage for a horror movie, if she didn’t see from his aura how weak he actually was. She tossed the beef onto the cement floor just in front of him, and he fell upon it ravenously. She squatted on her haunches while the cub ate.

It didn’t take long for the beef to disappear, leaving the cub licking at the leftover juices on the floor somewhat desperately. He’d forgotten all about her until she spoke up. “Are you back with us, Squirt?” He tensed and snapped his eyes to her. The growl this time was more like an actual growl, though still unimpressive.

“My name is Chris. Right now we’re at a veterinarian clinic in Renton, Washington. I’ve got clothes here for you, and if you can put them on, I’ll take you somewhere safe with more food to eat. Then we can talk about why you’re here.” He didn’t respond to the first recitation of her spiel, so she repeated it. She hoped that the cub wasn’t so far gone that he wouldn’t come to his senses. Killing him now would be easier in the short run, but make it a lot more difficult to figure out who was turning cubs and letting them run wild.

Thankfully, during the third repetition, sense began to return to the cub’s face. She didn’t waste her breath after that, just looked at the wall near his head and waited.

“Renton?” he managed.

“Near Seattle.” A lot of people didn’t recognize Renton unless either Boeing airplanes or Seattle were mentioned; Seattle tended to get more immediate recognition.

“Seattle… Washington? United States?” his voice wasn’t much firmer, but besides the physical weakness, there was also a note of disbelief in his voice.

“That’s the place.” His reaction made her think he was pretty far from where he’d started. He looked white, or close enough, and she couldn’t detect enough about his accent to place where it might have come from. But she was fairly certain that his native language was English. It was hard to speak a foreign tongue when you were exhausted and hungry and confused.

The cub’s attention drifted, turned inward. His face had the blank quality that shock tended to impart; only the roiling of his aura told Chris the state of the cub’s thoughts. Before he could get too caught up, she stood. Slowly, so as not to startle the cub. She reached behind herself to grab the clothing, and then tossed them lightly over to him so they landed within arm’s reach. “Get yourself dressed, if you can. Then we’ll go back to my place. I’ll feed you again, and then we can talk about why you’re all the way in Renton.” Another repetition of her spiel from before, but now he was in a better state to listen to it all the way through.

Chris turned around and went back through the gate; closing it, but not locking. She listened to the cub wheeze and pant as he struggled into the clothes. Poor thing was still on the verge of collapse. While the beef had replenished some of the protein his body needed – flesh to replace flesh – it wasn’t enough calories to replenish the energy used to heal so much, so fast. She needed to get a more balanced meal down him before he would be up to much.

Once the shuffling had ceased, leaving only his labored breath and heartbeat, she turned around again. He was still on the floor, looking boneless and pitiful. But before she did more than step back through the gate, she said, “Need a hand getting up?”

“Yeah,” he said, more in a sigh than actual speech.

It was better not to touch a werewolf who didn’t know you without their consent. The beast would bite first and ask questions later. Or never. He was no threat, but if he reacted on instinct, he was bound to lose any voluntary control he had for a while, and she didn’t want that hassle on her hands. So she moved slowly and held a hand down to the cub, waiting for him to reach up and grab it before doing anything more. Once she shifted her grip from his hand to his wrist, she pulled up until he was draped halfway over her shoulders. Then she stood, but rather than trying to help him walk, she just slung him across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.

His hands clutched her arm convulsively for a moment, and she paused. “Anything hurt?”

“Lots,” he hissed.

“Sorry, Squirt. Would you rather walk?”

“No.” and he eased his grip.

She had to do an awkward side-step to get out of the kennel, but after that, the doors were wide enough to pass through normally. And the cub could keep himself in place while she freed a hand to open the doors. The fact that he was being so cooperative was a good sign. It might have been as much exhaustion as anything else, but there were many other ways he could be handling this little transition.

Thankfully, she only passed by Jerry on her way back through the clinic, and he just gave them a grave look before continuing on his way. She made it to the Jeep and managed to deposit the cub into the passenger seat without much more trouble than she’d taken to pick him up. He didn’t even object when she pulled the seatbelt across his chest and buckled him in. With no doors or roof, and as weak as he was, it wouldn’t take much to sling the poor cub right out of the vehicle otherwise.

It was only when Chris had buckled herself in and cranked the geriatric old Wrangler to life that she decided she needed a better designation for the cub than just “cub.”

“What should I call you, Squirt?”

“Squirt,” he retorted. She glanced sideways and saw the faint smile tug at his mouth. “Or Dane. Or Dan. Or Danny.”

He’d be all right if he could make smartass comments under these conditions. Chris found herself grinning. “Squirt it is.” She hadn’t purposefully started calling him that. It was her pet-name for her son, Jamie, and it tended to stick itself to the people who came into her care.

“You’re Chris, right?” he asked. His voice was still so weak that it was difficult to hear over the sounds of traffic and the wind.

“Yep.”

Silence reigned for a while longer, until Chris turned off the main road into the housing development where the pack lived. They weren’t the only ones, of course, but the development was run by Dominic’s company, and he offered his packmates much lower pricing on the ranch houses than he did anyone else. Chris knew she wouldn’t have cared to pay for the house she had without that discount. She also would not have wanted to live in that big four-bedroom, even with Neil for a permanent roommate. But that house was also the pack’s headquarters, and though the others had their own homes, it wasn’t unusual for someone to crash there for a while.

“So, we’re… going to your place?”

Chris glanced at the cub again, but his face was still inscrutable. “Yeah. Might as well give you a heads up now. Got a roommate; he’s one of us, too. Probably gonna have a touchy temper. Neither of us have had much sleep.”

Dane shot her a raised eyebrow. Chris returned it for a moment before focusing on the road. “Not like that. We’re stuck in beastform all night during the full moon, and it’s impossible to sleep, so we hunt.” Neil was also the gayest human being Chris had ever met; it didn’t stop him from flirting with anyone and everyone, though.

“Right.” Dane hunched down in the seat a little.

#not arcana #just some urban fantasy bullshit i farted out last year #it rambles and goes nowhere but i like it #can yall tell i have a recurring OC trope #werewolves are my weakness okay

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frozs · 7 years

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the fic where kakuzu is a commbank manager and hidan is like on centrelink

Unedited and don’t care, so heres 3, 900 words about Hidan and Kakuzu being serial killers and dumping bodies in the Australian outback

@tozettewrites @ thriceandonce @ rhyperographer

Warning: I made this as Australian as possible and I may have to post translations later

“What do you want this time? Another loan?”

“No,” said Hidan. “I may have… accidentally killed someone.”

“Accidentally,” Kakuzu deadpanned, looking up from his CommBank tablet that all the employees of Commonwealth Bank seem to carry around with them.

“I need to borrow your ute.”

Kakuzu growled and Hidan stepped right in front of him.

“Please help me, Kakuzu.” Hidan was wearing a bintang singlet, as if he’d been to Bali, which he hadn’t, and Target shorts. The Australia-Day thongs he was wearing must have purchased for a dollar from Cheap as Chips after the 26th of January. He looked very different to Kakuzu in his yellow tie and black and white suit.

“I’m at work.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Hidan looked around and looked at the unhappy queue behind him. They didn’t seem to give any facial expressions away at Hidan casually announcing that he had killed someone. “Come on, buddy. I will personally, in fact, go with you to like, Ladbrokes and you can use my money for betting, or I’ll buy you Oz Lotto tickets for your birthday-”

“You don’t have any money.”

“I know, that’s why - that's why I'm here. I need petrol money, and your ute. And maybe a big fat fucking loan.”

Kakuzu sighed and pointed at little office on the opposite side of the teller que. “Get in.”

“Commonwealth Bank employees can help anyone. So you gotta help me! But what’s the quote? Say the quote. Y’know, the one from the advert.” Hidan badgered on, opening the door that had Kakuzu - Bank Manager written on a nice little clean plaque.

“...CommBank can.” said Kakuzu grudgingly. Hidan sat down on the waterproof blue chairs that seem to appear in every bank. Kakuzu sat on the opposite side of the desk purchased from Ikea and probably assembled by him, and Hidan stared at the mouse Kakuzu was using which was one of those weird-ass ones that was just a rotating ball, clicking away every so often. Hidan then took the platypus that was for kids to put their pocket money in and shook it, then looked disappointed as he couldn’t hear any coins that he could scab.

Kakuzu made himself busy in case the IT people would snoop into his history, and then went into Hidan’s bank account, which he knew the numbers off by heart and the pin and the three security questions (Which all seem to have the answer ‘fuck off’). His bank balance was negative $135.68, and looking at the transactions it seemed Hidan had fucked off to Mitre 10 yesterday probably to buy a hammer to smash this new person’s head in.

“Who did you kill this time?”

“A dickhead pedo. Can you find out if he has any savings in his bank account? I’m kinda sick of eating mi goreng and those cheese and bacon buns from Coles.” Hidan looked at the computer expectedly. He then started this long-ass explanation about this man, who got arrested the other day for doing ‘pedo things’ and he wasn’t on the ‘pedo register’. The reason for this was because Deidara told him about it.

“So where’s the body?” Kakuzu grunted.

Hidan grinned. “In the bin.”

“Which bin?”

“The blue lidded one because it’s the rubbish one, and he’s trash.”

“How MANY times do I have to tell you to not put dead bodies in council bins!?”

Hidan rolled his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “Like… twelve times? Like I fucking care. Anyway, so I was at Centrelink with Deidara yesterday because he had to claim some Medicare stuff back and while we were waiting he was on Facebook and the Popo updated their Facebook status and it said that the guy, I forget his name but he’s still a pedo, lived on the street behind us, but they let him go because he was a fucking nutcase. He still lives there and apparently he’s put an electric fence up so the Today Tonight reporters can’t get in. Then someone mentioned in the comments what his car rego was on it because they caught him after he was on the run. What a cunt.”

“Yep.”

“So yeah, after going to Centrelink I walked home, fed your dog for you-”

“I hope you didn’t feed him this man you are going on about.”

“No.” There was a pause. “Just kibble.”

“Good.” Kakuzu resumed typing.

“And went to Mitre 10, brought a hammer and some tarp. So last night I got a bucket of water, and broke into his house.”

“Why did you have a bucket of water?”

Hidan frowned. “I wasn’t going to kill him inside.”

“Right… keep going.” Kakuzu was now pressing denied on a housing application loan on Hidan’s account, so it seemed like Hidan had come in to ask Kakuzu about getting a mortgage.

“Anywaaaaaaaaaaaay, Pedo-man ran out the house and he tried to jump up the fence, but it’s electric right? So as soon as he got shocked I threw the entire bucket with water in it, and he… yeah, died. Dropped to the floor smoking and he shat himself.”

“So you put the body in his blue bin.”

“Well you can’t reuse him so I couldn't put it in the red bin. So I took the bin home, gave my prayers to Lord Jashin, washed him in human fat soap for Jashin’s blessings and now he’s in your backyard. I think I saw you drive off to work when I turned up with the bin. So Pedo-man is clean, but he’s also a bit grotty from being dead.” Hidan made a flap with his hand, as if the body was with him right now and was stinking out the room.

Kakuzu looked up with his mouth open. “Why is the man in my backyard?”

Hidan shrugged. “I thought if I borrow your ute, then we don’t have to take it to mine and then take it to the cemetery. So can I borrow your ute? When’s your next day off?”

“...Tomorrow.”

Hidan clapped his hands. “We’ll go then.”

Kakuzu rolled his eyes. “Are you done?”

“Yes,” said Hidan. He then got up, and said loudly enough so the queue outside could hear him, “Thank you very much, Mr Kakuzu! I’m sure my wife will be very happy with your decision.”

“You don’t have a wife.” Kakuzu pressed a thumb and forefinger to his head in exasperation. “Get out.”

“Whoops, I’m late for a job interview.” Hidan checked his fitbit by tapping it several times to display the time. (It was actually Kakuzu’s old one). Kakuzu moved him out the office. He noticed the queue hadn’t moved, but this was normal for lunchtime.

“You? Job interview?” Kakuzu didn’t believe it at all. Hidan wasn’t a liar, but he was a Newstart Piece of Shit, which Kakuzu hating dealing with Centrelink dole bludgers like him who refused to be employed.

“Yeah. The job agency told me to apply for something. So I’ve applied to stand in the mall with the Jehovahs and those stands and smile and give out things.”

“You don’t get paid for that.”

“No, no no no no no you don’t understand,” said Hidan, holding his pendant and kissing it. “They’ve got these pamphlets, about like, Watchtowers. So I will give them my Jashin ones instead when I see people. Anyway, I plenty of shit about Jehovahs. They do like, church and things and no blood transfusions and that’s what I know.”

The only thing Hidan seemed to know about - as a university drop out of Religion Studies – was what he knew about religion. Unfortunately the one he practised was the most fucked up one in the world and involved human sacrifices, which was why Hidan seemed to borrow Kakuzu’s ute for things like this.

Hidan waved at him and raced off, not exactly dressed for a job interview.

That night Kakuzu took the S87X bus home, because parking in the city everyday would cost $28.95 and he was a bit too stingy for that. Kakuzu lived on the edge of a middle class suburb where kids were most likely not vaccinated and mothers jogged with prams every morning and night. The suburb on the other side of the road was the derro ghetto where Hidan and his housemates lived. He lived in a sharehouse with nine other people but spent most of his time bumming around at Kakuzu’s place.

The light was on, and Kakuzu knew Hidan was inside. He rattled his keys and felt the blast of the air conditioner once he opened it. He put the keys down on his side table purchased from Oxfam and went into the living room. There, Hidan was sitting with the dog Taki, a labradoodle that was purchased because Hidan bought him off Gumtree for $20 before he found out he wasn’t allowed pets at his sharehouse. Also, labradoodles were hypoallergenic and didn’t shed much, so he was allowed on Kakuzu’s couch.Hidan was patting the dog absent-mindedly while watching the Kangaroos lose to the Pies spectacularly at the MCG.

“Turn that shit off,” said Kakuzu. Taki barked and went to Kakuzu happily, greeting his owner. Kakuzu could smell yoghurt, and it seemed that Hidan had been feeding him Fruche from the fridge.

“No.” Hidan got up and padded down the hallway, beckoning Kakuzu to come along - giving him orders in his own fucking house. Kakuzu made Taki stay in the lounge while both of them went out to the neat courtyard with its fake fern plants and the three legged Kmart barbeque Kakuzu never used.

The council bin was placed with the other ones that Kakuzu used himself. He knew which one wasn't his, because there was soapy sediment around the edges.

“Wanna look?”

Hidan opened the bin for less than second, and then the smell hit both of them hard, and Kakuzu banged it shut. “For fucks sake, Hidan!” He looked around as if his nosy neighbours would look over the tin fence.

“Hey! At least he isn’t alive anymore.” Hidan went back inside and grabbed some lynx deodorant, and then proceeded to spray the entire can into the bin, but opened the bin only a crack so it wouldn’t smell. “So when are we leaving?”

Kakuzu sighed. “Tomorrow. I’m not dealing with this shit now.” He opened the flyscreen and went back inside, while Hidan shook the can, and realised it had run out. He shrugged and put the entire can in the bin as well. Kakuzu heard the clonk as it hit the man’s skull.

Hidan the mooch slept on the couch with Taki that night. He fell asleep to Rage on ABC with the dog next to him. When Kakuzu woke up the next morning, it seemed that Hidan had turned the air conditioner on in all the rooms sometime last night. He stomped downstairs (as he was not a morning person) and thumped him on the head.

“What the fuck, man!?” He yelped, grabbing a pillow to cover his face.

“My electricity bill will go through the roof.” Kakuzu growled.

“Get solar panels instead of being with Origin you fucking dickhead.”

Kakuzu ignored him and went into the kitchen to make vegemite and cheese sandwiches for him and Hidan, as they were going on a long trip. Hidan went to check if the lynx spray had worked on the council bin (It hadn’t). Then, he put on Sunrise to check the weather, as for some reason all Australians are obsessed with knowing the weather even though it was February and fucking hot every day.

“Forty-three fucking degrees today,” Hidan called to Kakuzu in the kitchen. “I’m gonna slip slop slap so I don’t end up like a leather handbag with skin cancer like you.”

Taki barked in agreement. Kakuzu didn’t reply, because if he did then Hidan would snarl something back.

But then they got into a fight anyway over Hidan tripping over the TV cable and pulling the TV out. Kakuzu punched Hidan so hard he fell into the TV with a crack.

“At least I know what the weather is today, you fucking idiot.”

The TV was in pieces, so Kakuzu would have to go off to JB Hi-Fi to get a new one later. Hidan offered to put the TV in the bin, but then he put the barbeque in the bin too (“You aren’t fucking using it!”). Kakuzu didn’t even care at this point, as it was seven in the morning on a fucking Saturday and he was supposed to go out into the middle of nowhere to shove another one of Hidan’s dead bodies into a grave.

He remembered the first time he’d met Hidan, which was only a few years ago. Kakuzu had gotten a bit pissed at an antique book dealer for giving him a second edition instead of a first of Banjo Patterson’s collection of poems and verses, so he dug a grave at the local cemetery. Then he killed the dealer, but he turned up to cemetery at three in the morning to find that some other fucker was also depositing a body into the same grave. Kakuzu had pushed Hidan into the shallow grave in anger, but then he jumped out and slashed him in the face with a knife, which required Kakuzu to get stitches on his cheeks. He still had the scars to this day.

And that’s how they became “friends”.

(Or murder buddies, as Hidan happily called them).

The sandwiches were now glad-wrapped and put in the esky, several cans of soft drink were put in ice and Hidan had gone to the BP on the corner and bought two packets of Twisties which were on special for two for $2.50 and they were all set to go.

Kakuzu opened up his shed to set up his ute by checking the oil and water, while Hidan bounced away into the courtyard to sort out the bin. Kakuzu only had this ute for depositing bodies. Putting tarp on the tray, Hidan came into the shed with the council bin, which he had duck taped (“It’s duct-tape, not duck tape, you moron…”) the lid all over so fluids and the body wouldn’t come out. They put a few things around the bin, which was camping gear that they never used but had it just in case they got pulled over, and then put more tarp over it. Hidan swung down from the tray using the bars on top of the ute and roped it down. “Excellent.”

They left Taki with a neighbour with unvaccinated kids, and hopped into the ute and left. They barely got past the BP when Hidan suddenly asked, “Are we there yet?”

Kakuzu smacked him.

Hidan wiped his bloody nose on his bintang singlet and then reached over and wiped it on Kakuzu. Kakuzu didn’t even hit him back for it. Hidan laughed with that crazy shrieking sound he did, rolling down the windows. Kakuzu pulled the Garmin GPS off the window.

“Put the directions in for me.”

Hidan for once, actually did what he was told, then put on the radio, shouting ‘WHAT ABOUT MEEEEEEEEE….” out the window to Shannon Noll’s cover of Moving Pictures. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH AND I WANT MY SHARE, CAN’T YOU SEEEEEEE?????????”

Kakuzu turned the radio off.

“Wanna play iSpy?”

“No. We have five hours to go,” Kakuzu changed gears and they got onto the expressway up North, revving up to 100km/hr and hearing the tarp rattle away behind them.

“No, four hours and thirty minutes,” Hidan pointed at the GPS which displayed the arrival time of the cemetery. “iSpy with my little eye, something beginning with C.”

“Cunt.”

Hidan pretended to look shocked. “How did you know?”

Kakuzu smirked. “I know these things.”

Within the hour Hidan had already eaten all the sandwiches and a packet of Twisties. He offered to pay for Maccas but in fact that meant Kakuzu had to do that because Hidan had minus $138.68 in his account. The radio had to be turned off because Hidan kept switching stations and making racist comments. They left the city now and were in farmland, where it was nothing but fields, the occasional emu herd clogging up the road and locust plagues. It was getting hot. Too hot. The air conditioner was on full blast, although of course this wouldn’t make the dead body any cooler, so when Kakuzu needed petrol Hidan jumped out and got a jerry can full from Shell while Kakuzu drove around waiting.

Back in the ute, they drove a few more hours.

Then something shitty happened.

Hidan was telling Kakuzu about how he believed that the judges on X Factor were secretly Jashinists because they were connected to a set of disappearances ten years ago (he had photos to prove it) when Kakuzu had to put the GPS back in after it accidentally disconnected. Hidan suddenly shrieked and Kakuzu looked up quickly to see a Kangaroo jump in front of the ute and collide with them. There was a loud bang and crunch of metal and Kakuzu swerved onto the other side of the road and barely went into the creek, but into the reeds. The ute shook violently.

Hidan was sprouting a torrent of swearing, saying he wasn’t prepared to die just yet because Jashin told him not to. Kakuzu shut the engine off, and pulled the door open, going into the reeds and hoping there was no snakes in them. He got prickles stuck into his socks. Hidan jumped out the other side and inspected the front. There were bits of fur sticking out the vents, blood wiped over the lights.

“Fuuuuuuuuuccccck,” said Hidan loudly. He looked over at the dead kangaroo on the other side of the dirt road. The head was hanging off an angle and blood was mixing in with the dirt and rocks. “You should have been paying attention.”

“Just shut up, shut up,” Kakuzu went to the back and got the esky out. He threw the soft drinks at Hidan and poured the cooling ice - now water - over the front. It didn’t do much, but he managed to get most of the blood off and wipe off the fur.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Hidan breathed. “Do you want me to drive?”

Kakuzu had been driving for four hours now. He knew where they were, just out of a small country town. He nodded.

Hidan jumped into the driver’s seat, but the engine wouldn’t turn on. “You gotta be fucking KIDDING me,” Hidan lost his temper and hit the horn, which beeped back at him. At least that was working. If he’d hit it any harder the airbag would have come out and suffocated him. He turned to Kakuzu. “You gotta call the RAE.”

“No.”

“Why not!?” Hidan snapped.

“Because we have a dead body in the tray!” Kakuzu hissed. “The RAE could look, and they’ll want to know what that smell is-”

“We can’t dump him here, we gotta get to the fucking cemetery, Jesus fucking Christ on a bike…” Hidan whipped out his phone (also Kakuzu’s old mobile) and squinted at the screen. “Fucking Vodafone…”

“For fuck’s sake,” Kakuzu badgered him out of the car and he opened the seat behind him. “At least Telstra has signal.” He threw his phone at Hidan, who promptly called the RAE. “Next time get a plan where you can get signal in the country.”

“We have half an hour,” said Hidan. He hung up, and gave him back his phone.

The RAE man came around in his yellow van forty-five minutes later.

“Have you got any food?” Hidan asked. “We’ve been driving for days. Like, four hours.”

The man laughed. “Sorry mate, ain’t got no snags and no nothin’ for smoko.” Hidan slightly cringed at the country bogan, because he was a city man through and through and didn’t like anything that was different to what he was used to. The RAE man was very chatty, fiddling around with the front of Kakuzu’s ute.

“So what’ya up to, ‘round these areas?”

“...Camping,” said Kakuzu, feeling sweat trickle down his neck. It was getting hotter and hotter and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

“Fuckin’ great. In the arvo they’re opening up the caravan park, but that’s on the town over, it’s not too far, only four hundred kilometres away,” said the RAE man.

Hidan cringed even more. Ew.

“Yes, that is where we are going,” said Kakuzu. He didn’t say any more, because Kakuzu wasn’t a sociable person. Hidan talked to the man about God for a bit, which Kakuzu ignored because well, religion, and then the man argued with Hidan about calling people drongos as apparently it was a shitty word and Hidan wouldn’t use it, because he preferred to use the word cunt instead. Before he left, Hidan offered him the last twisties. He went back into the driver’s seat.

“He didn’t even fucking talk about the dead body smell.”

Kakuzu shrugged. “Might have not noticed it.”

They finally reached the cemetery when it was one thirty. Gumtrees surrounded the cemetery, and galahs were shrieking away. Bull ants went crazy as the ute approached. It was an abandoned cemetery which Hidan used to put his sacrifices. It was a pretty good tactic, because nobody ever came here and nobody checked cemeteries for missing people. The gate was rusty and hot to the touch, and Hidan wanted to run it over because it would just crack but Kakuzu reminded him that it was his ute and his insurance.

Hidan purposely drove over a few graves and then he stopped in the corner, where there was an unidentified grave with a broken angel statue hovering over it. The very occasional rain had washed the names of the people on the headstone away; and left no marks. This grave was their current dumping ground.

About a year ago they’d used a saw to carefully break away the mound then dug a few metres using a small tractor Hidan had stolen from a farm one night. Currently, there were four bodies dumped in here, three of them were Hidan’s sacrifices and one of them was a hitchhiker Kakuzu had run over when he was mad once. On top of the bodies was a small tank so the dirt wouldn’t cave in.

They removed the mound carefully, as it hadn’t rained since the last time they’d been here so the dirt was rock solid. Kakuzu grunted as he managed to get the tank out while Hidan crawled over the tarp on the ute to get hold of the council bin that Pedo-man was in. He peered down to see four skeletons all dumped into one hole, one and a half hours from the nearest town. He didn’t feel anything for them.

Because he didn’t fucking care.

Hidan got the heavy bin down, and got his army knife out of his shorts. He was sweating in the sun, because forty-three fucking degrees was hot. “That soap and lynx must be working,” he mumbled, grinning like a fucking nutcase serial killer (which he was). The knife cut easily into the duct tape and he ripped it off. Hidan hummed loudly. The cicadas were going crazy and all Kakuzu could smell was the thick scent of dust and eucalyptus.

“In you go,” said Hidan cheerfully, pushing the bin down so that the body could slide out and dump itself onto the four skeletons below.

However, Kakuzu flew into a rage as he saw his TV and his barbecue fall out the bin.

“YOU BROUGHT THE WRONG BIN.”

“I-I-I... FUCK.”

- End -

#fic #kakuzu #hidan #my fic #i have literally done nothing but this fic #type type type

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dustandthunder · 5 years

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Haven’t been on here in forever !

I’m back at uni now (20/09/19), I moved back last Friday and so far it’s been absolutely amazing. My room is the nicest ever I love it so much, my housemates are the best and everything is going so good so far !

Mom came down with me on the train on Friday, I got no sleep because we had to leave the house at half three in the morning to get a bus to town to get the 5:30 train. It was quite stressful because my railcard has expired and I didn’t realise so I had to buy a new one on the train and I felt really sick for some reason , but we saw an amazing sunrise and it was pretty fun to go with mom.

We had a great day, went for breakfast, did a grocery shop, walked round town, did my room ... it was so fun ! Mom paid for my first grocery shop which was really nice!

Other than that I’ve been out a few times for freshers, I’ve sort of been working on a basis of one night out, one night in. So I went out on Saturday night which was my first time in academi as I never went last year, and that was pretty fun I actually had a great time! Gen and I made friends with this group of gay guys who were really funny and cool, and one does geography and he gave me his number if I need help !! I also saw sash and Ollie from hockey and then this guy off my course who I have seen before but I hadn’t got a fuckin clue what he was called, I did ask his name but I didn’t hear it and I didn’t want to ask again hahaha. I danced with him and his mate for ages- he asked me where I was living about 5 times it was so funny, and he kept talking into my ear and I was just going along with it cause I couldn’t tell what he was on about Hahahha. He was cool though ! Then he went to the loo so I ran back outside to find Glenn cause my phone was dying, and then we went home I think. It was so sick! Then Monday was a messy one hahaha, I was more drunk than I’ve ever been and truly I don’t remember half of it. Like I wasn’t black out awful drunk but like I woke up and didn’t remember bits of the night. We stayed in the house and played card games and drinking games, then we went to BV for a round and some shots , then we went to rascals and I had this green drink and I don’t even know what it was cause I never buy my own drinks so I just take what Gina gives me hahaha (not like in a scabby way, I wouldn’t ever expect or even ask my friends to buy my drinks for me) so that was that.... then we went to academi and truly I do not remember being in academi at all. I remember leaving and I saw AJ from hockey and I didn’t remember this but he told me later that apparently I was just making Brooklyn 99 references hahahahaha oh my gosh that proper made me laugh when he told me that. Anyway I was crying really bad on the way home cause I really was missing Matt and I called him and he thought someone had done something to me so he was going to drive here yikes but it was ok I told him I was just sad and he stayed on the phone for ages while we wakes home. Gina wasn’t too drunk but joe was plastered unbelievably because he was quite sad cause his girlfriend cheated on him over summer and I think he’s still pretty upset about it. So he couldn’t even walk, turns out he didn’t even get into academi cause he couldn’t stand up, so he just came home with Gina and I. Gina went into the takeaway to get food which I don’t remember, and two people who I don’t know were holding joe up, but I just remember him lying on the pavement throwing up. It wasn’t good. And then I sort of ran off down the street cause I really needed a wee and I was talking to matt and Gina was yelling at me like a dog to stay put Hahahahah . Anyway we managed to get home- I throw up which I remember was VILE cause I’d just eaten chips (actually I had only eaten chips that day) and they basically came up whole . It felt absolutely vile. I did take all my makeup off though ! Joe slept in Gina’s bed and she slept on the floor. I woke up and I didn’t feel so bad, like I didn’t throw up or have a bad hangover or anything. Regardless, I am never doing that again. I know people always say that but I actually mean it 100%. Anyway I was supposed to have a hockey training session on Tuesday at 3:30 and as time was creeping on I started to feel a bit dodgy and I wasn’t sure whether to go cause I thought this is either gonna kill me off or make me feel loads better. I did go in the end and it made me feel better and I was totally fine afterwards so I was happy I went !!! It was so sunny as well, and I stupidly wore a thick long sleeved top . It was funny we were doing this drill and I kept hitting the ball into Lewis’ feet pretty hard so he was hobbling hahahaha and then he pulled a muscle so all in all it wasn’t great for him. Oh as well he’s best mates with patrick in my house which is sick cause I think Lewis is sound so if he’s round ours it’ll be cool :)

Tuesday was obviously a night in , which was needed and appreciated !

Wednesday was amazing .... Gina has gone to Llandudno with Sean all day so me, Glenn, joe, Michael, and Alex went to serendipity which is the student fair where you sign up to all the socs and clubs . We went at like 11 in the morning and it was such a good day ! We walked round and got fuck tons of free shit, I got a slice of pizza (although I gave it to Glenn as I don’t like pizza lol) a subway cookie and a load of subway vouchers, a canvas bag, a pen a wall calendar which I was sooooo happy about, a coaster, some post its, Morrison’s vouchers, free teabags, 4 booklets of spoons vouchers, a free smoothie, a free burger ... it was so good. I signed up to hockey obvs and ask mountain walking as mom wants me to do and I was going to go last year but it clashes with hockey a bit and I didn’t know anyone else. Turns out joe did it last year, and Michaels doing It this year so I’ll defo go !!! Then we went outside and played with the lacrosse stuff (Glenn does lacrosse) and we were just lobbing the balls at the goal, but they kept smacking the halls windows hahahaj, then there was a strip of Astro and a crazy catch for hockey and a couple of the lads were there like lyells, dyson, AJ etc so I was doing that do ages. It was sooooook much fun the sun was baking and I was wearing such a nice outfit and everything was sick !

All the hockey girls were asking if I’d go to social that night so I did end up going. I met holly and Maggs at BV and then we walked down to varsity with this old girl called Sam .

Social was actually ok ! I just had a pint of cider black currant which was ok and it was only 1.50 which was good cause I lit took 5£ with me out Hahahah. We played drinking games but they were the nicer ones they so it was fine. Then we went to harp for shots at 11:15 but I didn’t have one ‘cause hell no lol then we went i academi again, although it was absolutely dead in there. I danced for a bit then went outside and sat with Eleanor and the others outside for a bit. There was a really funny fight / argument where this girl was saying ‘I’m not wasting my time on you’ to this lad and then idk what next but she just yelled ‘your jackets from a charity shop!’ And it was so fucking funny cause he was so angry he was like ‘this jacket was £340’ loooooool .

Anyway I left a while after and just walked home cause I had a headache and my phone was on 6% so I just called Matt and went home, was so so lovely to have a relatively early nice still , I was in bed weeeellllll before 1am . Yum .

Then yesterday was sick too, it was the freshers hockey taster session . I wasn’t like ‘supposed’ to go but I went along anyway cause it was a peng day again and i has nothing better to do so I headed over. It was cool I just stood with Eleanor and AJ coaching and I joined in with some of the drills and Lydia and I passed it around a bit so it was really fun !!! Baking though!! Luckily I’d frozen a litre bottle of water the other day so I took that.

Joe and I made dinner together as Gina was at a law dinner, so we were just chatting and that, and then I was on FaceTime to Matt until like getting on for 1 . We were talking about how we’d treat our kids like in terms of differences between a boy and girl and we had a massive conversation about it all. Matts quite traditional because that’s his upbringing so he said he’d be more in line to be stricter on a daughter with going and stuff because of the risks, and I said my whole Spiel about I wouldn’t tell my daughter to put more clothes on to go out because that’s like saying it’s her fault or she’s asking for it when I don’t agree with that and that is be more likely to be stricter on my son with stuff like u know absolutely do not touch a girl without consent, don’t spike drinks, don’t harass girls etc so stuff that seems obvious but I feel like isn’t drilled into boys enough... so we had such a lib conversation and it turned into all the worldly social issues. I like those conversations because whilst often I do not agree with matts view it’s good to talk about it, and much as I’m not trying to always make him agree with me, i do like to try and get him to see things more radically and then understand where I’m coming from (because not being funny but i do truly think I’m right) and it does make me pleased when he shifts his stance slightly because he’s seen things from a different perspective - esp because I’m a girl and he isn’t . It was actually such a good thing to do, esp cause I am really passionate (if u will) about stuff like that. I almost with I’d recorded it to listen back lol .

Anyway we’re all going out today to acid lakes- should be amazing since the weathers good and everyone’s sound. Updates to follow xoxox

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Star Crossed - Part 2 (H.S AU)

Maddie’s POV

The rest of my day was pretty uneventful. Grab the clothing item, fold, put in the box, repeat. Packing was tedious, to say the least. At dinner, I took note of Chuck’s absence. Did he just pack up and leave us? God, you really do exist. I’m sorry I haven’t been to church in like….9 years..oops? But hey, shout out to you homie for sending away all that is wrong in the world. Or, well..this house. My little prayer is cut short when my mom finally interrupts the only sounds that can be heard which are forks and knives knocking against our plates.

“Chuck won’t be joining us tonight, he’s on a business trip for the next few days.” WOO! This day just get’s better and better.

“How long is a ‘few days?’’ I gesture air quotes and raise an eyebrow at my mother.

“Until Saturday.”

I hum in response. On the outside I am calm, but I know that on the inside I am jumping up and down and spraying champagne everywhere. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic – but whatever it takes I am going to make the most of the time my family and I have without him in the house. As we finished dinner, plates ended up in the sink, and after my nightly routine, I had been reunited with my bed, before sleep spread throughout my body.

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After waking up at 11 AM, and panicking because I was supposed to meet Niall at Starbucks at 12, as we agreed on once I was awake, I somehow ended up with some makeup on, as well as a cute outfit. I wore black jeans, black ankle boots, and a gray v neck shirt. I threw my hair up into a ponytail and pulled some little strands out in the front before grabbing my keys to my car, I drove off towards the Starbucks. The only Starbucks anywhere close to the pair of us was the one inside the neighboring city. We both lived in one of the suburban cities, called Adelton. Luckily, Dalton, the neighboring city was a short drive.

It didn’t take me long to get there because everyone was probably working so there wasn’t any traffic. I had made it to the door of the café by 11:56 and took a deep breath before slowly pushing it open, scanning the room for blonde hair and blue eyes. And then I saw him. He was sat at one of the little tables by the window, watching the cars go by in the heart of the city where we were. Eventually, his eyes met mine and a warm, welcoming smile made its way onto his face. I gathered up all the bravery I could muster before slowly walking towards him. He was quick to stand up, pushing his chair back, causing it to squeak as it skids across the floor.

“Hey! It’s nice to meet ye, Madeleine,” he offers, his arms stretching out for a hug. His accent is pretty interesting. I’ve never really heard accents apart from the ones here in the states. I awkwardly accept it, as strange as it may feel.

“You can just call me Maddie,” I pull back and force a smile back to him. He nods his head toward the chair as if he is asking me to sit, which I do.

“Crap, I’m sorry, you said that yesterday didn’t ye?”

“No, it’s no big deal, no worries Niall.” I offer him another smile, only this time it’s real.

We spent the next hour going over plans for our relocation day. As it turns out, Niall already lives in the house we’re expected to occupy together. Not only that, but he has three housemates. I was not just going to be living with Niall…I was going to be living with three other strangers. Not once have I heard of newly crossed pairs having housemates. I would say four strangers, but after talking to Niall even just for a few minutes, I felt it was wrong to address him as one. He was…kind.

“If ye want, and ye aren’t busy, you should stop by later and meet the lads. We’re having some friends over for a li’l get together tonight. It’d also be good for you to see the house so you have an idea of where you want to put yer stuff.”

I laugh a little. “Trust me, I have nothing to do other than pack my clothes, and I am really great at procrastinating, I’d be happy to stop by.” I smile.

“Great! I actually gotta go, ‘gotta start helping the boys get the house cleaned before people start comin’ over, they keep texting me – telling me to ‘clean my damn room,’” he chuckles, “but I’ll see you there at 5:30?”

“Ya, I’ll see you then.”

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“There’s four of them?! How is that even possible?!” My mother scowls confusedly. Robin just giggles, from her spot next to my mom on the couch. I had to ask my mom if I could borrow her car because mine was running low on gas, and I forgot to fill the tank on the way home. Good job Maddie, 10/10.

“Don’t know, but I guess I’m gonna’ find out” I shrug, chuckling.

At that point, it was almost 4:30 so I had a little less than an hour to throw something together. Now, I am sat inside my mom’s white Volkswagen Touareg, parked in what’s supposed to be my new driveway. My fingers tap the steering wheel nervously. The house was huge and extremely beautiful. I had never seen a house this big, so I don’t know how in the hell my mom is helping pay for this. I don’t know what I did to deserve to move into this gorgeous house, to be honest. Sighing, I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out of the car, closing the door behind me and locking the vehicle, leaving it with the slew of cars in the driveway.

I walk up towards the mahogany double doors. The sun hasn’t quite gone down yet, but it leaves an orange glow across the white concrete of the walkway, and the white house itself. I knock lightly on the door, and tug on my olive green jacket lightly, then fidget with my keys while I wait for a response. I decided to just wear what I was wearing earlier, but threw on a little more makeup, and a jacket, because there was a bit of a breeze outside today. I’ve never really been one for first-encounters. In fact, I’m actually quite shy when meeting new people. What if they didn’t like me? What if they were annoyed that someone like me was getting to move into their nice house? I really hope no one is giving their room up for me, but I also don’t want to share a bed with someone I just met…

The door opens to reveal a giggling, crinkle-faced Niall Horan. Seeing him smile so big makes me break a small closed mouth smile on my own face.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” He pulls me in for another hug, with one arm.

“Thank you for inviting me,” I chuckle, smiling and mumbling into his shoulder. I slide my keys into my jacket pocket.

“No, of course! I mean, after all, this is yer house too in a few days, so make yourself at home!” his tone is kind and welcoming. I guess living with him might not be as sufferable as I suspected. He nods his head towards the inside of the house and holds the door open for me.

I mumble a quick thank you as I step past him. Wow…the outside of the house was gorgeous, but the inside definitely has it beat. The walls are a shade of gray so light it almost looks white, and the floors a dark chocolate brown shade of wood paneling. Directly to the right is the kitchen – all white cabinets, and counters, white marble countertops, and an island much like the one in my childhood home, only the stools are metal, with light teal cushions. To the left, in the middle of the large open space, there are three gray couches with red square pillows surrounding a white marble coffee table – across from which is a fireplace, with a large tv mounted on the wall. Next to that, on the left are the stairs, which I am assuming lead up to the bedrooms. On the right of the fireplace is a large hallway, which Niall leads me through.

“The lads just went back outside to the backyard,” he scratches the back of his neck, as he walks backward whilst holding our conversation. I slide my hands into my back pants pockets and follow, “I figured it would be kind of intimidating if you walked in, and ‘dey were all just sitting around staring.” Wow, was it that obvious that I was socially awkward? I still appreciate the gesture though.

The heels of my boots click against the floor ten more times, and we’re in front of the glass doors that lead to the backyard. People are scattered at the bottom of the porch steps, in front of a large pool. The sun causes the water to glisten as it ripples. Fuck I have to talk to people. I compose my inner thoughts when Niall opens the door for me. Immediately all of the heads – male and female turn and look at us as we step out onto the porch. My eyes land on one guy in particular - whose long brown curls reach just above his broad shoulders. He’s wearing a white tee shirt, with tight black skinny jeans, and tan brown boots. I look back up at his face only to see him smiling lopsidedly, only making him even more handsome. Shit..He knows I was staring. I avert my gaze quickly and just look down at my feet until Niall speaks.

“Lads come here!” Niall chirps. My head pops back up into its natural position because within an instant, three guys are making their way over to Niall and me – handsome stranger included.

“Lads, this is Maddie, Maddie, these are your new housemates,” he nods towards the three people before me, standing at the bottom of the porch steps, smiling up at us. They seem friendly enough. I walk down, step by step.

“Nice to meet you, Maddie, I am Louis,” The one with light brown hair and blue eyes says. When he extends his right hand, I take it shaking it gently. My eyes flicker over to the next guy.

“Liam, good to meet you,” he offers a smile just as bright as Niall’s, shaking my hand just as Louis did. And then I look at him. He’s smiling, only this time it’s warm and inviting.

“Harry,” he says, shaking my hand. For a few seconds, I just stare, taking in his green eyes. They’re beautiful, almost a forest green, but slightly gold in the middle. I return a smile. Someone fake coughs, making me realize I am still holding his hand, I drop it quickly and wipe the awkward smile off my face. My hands make their way into my back pockets again as the nerves settle in once more.

Harry…I thought…not a bad name

Little did I know that very name and the face behind it would change my life forever.

#hs1 #Harry styles album hs1 #hs #harry styles imagine #harry styles preferences #Harry Styles #one direction #one direction au memes #harry styles aquarius #harry edward styles #harry styles fanfiction

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Rylands House (1/2)

Campbell x Bella, modern day AU

15 year old Campbell is less than impressed with his new home. But a certain new friend might help change that.

AO3

Campbell Bain hastily stubbed out his cigarette as his social worker approached. The stub was ground into the pavement beneath his trainer, and he hastily kicked it away before reaching for his rucksack and guitar case.

“Don’t think I didn’t see ye smoking,” his social worker told him with a knowing look. “Ye need to pack it in, Campbell. It’s doing ye no good.”

“Aye,” Campbell muttered, “much like yer drinking then, Eddie.”

Eddie McKenna frowned at the fifteen year old and watched as he stooped to grab another of his bags.

“My drinking habits are none of your business, Campbell,” he reminded the teenager sharply. “And I’d watch your manners if I were you; I’m your social worker, and you need to remember that.”

Campbell just snorted at that, and made his way towards Eddie’s car.

“And I don’t have a drinking problem.” Eddie’s words fell on deaf ears and he sighed, stooping to collect the last of Campbell’s bags.

Campbell’s belongings finally in the boot of Eddie’s car, they climbed in and began the drive through London to the new children’s home he would be staying at. While it wasn’t far- as Eddie had continually reminded the teenager- the London traffic made the journey a considerable length, during which Campbell spent almost all of the time with his headphones on, listening to music on his phone, leaving Eddie to sit in silence.

When they finally pulled up outside the new children’s home, Campbell took one look at the old building with its’ white wooden porch and old-fashioned front door with its stained glass, and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m staying here?” he asked in bewilderment, whipping round to see Eddie already pulling his belongings out of the boot.

“Aye,” Eddie nodded, “and I’m sure you’ll settle in just fine, Campbell.”

Then, with Campbell still protesting in the driveway, Eddie made his way to the door. They didn’t have to wait long before the door was opened and they were ushered inside by a brown-haired lady of about mid-fifties.

“This must be Campbell, yes? I’m Mrs Rogers,” the woman said, smiling at Campbell.

Campbell said nothing in response, and Eddie sighed.

“Campbell,” Eddie muttered, giving the teenager a nudge.

The boy glared, but reluctantly said hello to Mrs Rogers, who looked unfazed by Campbell’s attitude. Instead, Mrs Rogers began talking them through daily life at Rylands, explaining to Campbell that the home consisted only of teenagers, from the age of thirteen up, and that he’d be given his own room due to his bipolar.

“Purely so that you have your own space,” Mrs Rogers clarified with a smile at Campbell’s questioning look. “It’s not the biggest of rooms, but it gives you somewhere to go when you need to be alone, and also somewhere private for if and when we administer your medication, if you don’t want anyone else seeing.”

Campbell glanced at Eddie then, but the man didn’t look fazed. Clearly, Mrs Rogers had talked it through with him beforehand.

“As I said,” Eddie explained calmly, “Campbell’s previous homes hadn’t been able to offer that, but I think it would work out better for him in the long run. Aye, Campbell?”

“Aye,” Campbell mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Luckily, the conversation shifted then, to Campbell’s medication- a tablet a day- and to taking his things up to his room. Eddie helped with that, and soon it was time for him to leave.

“You’re actually leaving me here?!” Campbell hissed as Eddie made for the door.

“Aye.” Eddie frowned in confusion. “You’ll be fine here, Campbell.”

The teen shifted uncomfortably at that. “I don’t know, Eddie. I just...” He trailed off and shrugged, not really sure what to say.

Eddie gave him a sympathetic look.

“You’ll be fine,” Eddie insisted gently. “You’ve got your own room, there are plenty of other kids your age, they’re more than happy to handle your medication...” He paused, and gave Campbell a knowing smile. “I know this is the sixth time you’ve moved this year, but I promise it’s the last. Don’t forget, three of those times were temporary foster homes.”

“But what if they decide they can’t cope with my bipolar?” Campbell stammered. “I mean, the last home did!”

“Aye, but Mrs Rogers has assured me it won’t happen here.” Eddie closed the space between them, clapped a hand on Campbell’s shoulder. “You’ve got your own room, you’re doing well on your medication, and all the kids in this home are old enough to understand your medical condition. The previous home wasn’t a good match, and I’m sorry about that. You were in there with kids a third of your age, Campbell. I had to move ye, before ye slipped through the net.”

~0~0~

It wasn’t until the next morning that Campbell had the opportunity to meet all his new housemates. While the majority of them had all been there for dinner the previous night, it seemed one of them had managed to skip the meal altogether.

He was making his way down to breakfast when he became aware of Mrs Rogers’ raised voice coming from her office.

“-not good enough, Bella! I just don’t know what to do with you! You’re a smart girl, you could be getting much better grades, if you just paid attention in class!”

Campbell drew nearer to the door, not recalling any ‘Bella’ the previous night when Mrs Rogers had introduced him to everyone. The office door was just open a crack, allowing him to view a sliver of the room. There was movement, but he couldn’t see enough to tell who it was, or what the person looked like.

“And then, then you don’t come home from school! Half past ten you rolled in last night! More than three hours after curfew!”

“It was a Friday night-” an annoyed voice protested, and Campbell realised it must be this Bella.

“Bella, it was after curfew!” Mrs Rogers interrupted. “We didn’t know where you’d gone! We were going to call the Police!”

“Yeah, well, I’m back now,” Bella grumbled. “An’ this is the exact reason I didn’t wanna come back! So I failed a maths test, it wasn’t like it was GCSEs, or anythin’!”

“No,” Mrs Rogers countered, “but you’re not going to pass your GCSEs, Bella, if you don’t pay attention in class!”

Campbell heard Bella huff then, and he stifled a laugh. Whoever this Bella was, it seemed she was somewhat used to Mrs Rogers’ telling her off.

“Fine,” Bella ground out after a moment. “Can I go now?”

Moments later, the door to Mrs Rogers’ office was flung open, and a short blonde teenager came storming out, barrelling straight into Campbell’s chest.

“Who are you?” Bella demanded as she pulled away again.

Campbell opened his mouth to speak, but before he could find the words, Mrs Rogers was at the door.

“Bella, this is Campbell. He’s the new boy who arrived yesterday,” Mrs Rogers announced, drawing Bella’s attention back to her. “You’d know that if you were here for dinner last night.”

Bella rolled her eyes at that, before pushing past Campbell and heading for the dining room.

~0~0~

Campbell watched as Bella left the dining room. Breakfast had been a quiet affair- if you ignored Gary and Terry mocking him from across the room- and it seemed Bella was all too eager to get out of there. Watching to see that everyone else was occupied, Campbell slipped out of his seat and followed her.

“Bella, wasn’t it?” he called after her as she neared the stairs.

She didn’t turn round.

“We didn’t get the chance to meet yesterday,” he continued, finally catching up with the girl.

“Yeah, well, I had things to do.” Bella shrugged as she began to ascend the stairs, still not looking at him.

“Aye, so I heard.” Campbell nodded, a smirk on his face. That earned him a glare from Bella, and she looked at him for the first time since they’d been outside Mrs Rogers’ office before breakfast.

Campbell continued beaming though and, finally, she cracked a small smile.

“Well, you know how it is,” she told him with a sigh. “Mrs Rogers is nice, but she’s so... Fussy. I mean, it was one maths test. It’s not like my life’s over because of it.”

They were walking along the corridor then, and Campbell could only assume Bella was subconsciously leading him to her room.

“Aye, my social worker Eddie’s a bit like that,” Campbell admitted. “Acts like me skipping one day of school is gonna destroy everythin’. But it’s not. I wanna go into music, what use is science to me?”

“Exactly!” Bella grinned.

They came to a halt then, at the last door along the corridor.

“This is my room,” Bella said, almost needlessly. “You can come in, if you want. We can continue talking. I mean, it didn’t look like you’ve made many friends yet at breakfast, an’ we seem to be gettin’ on...” She trailed off, looking a little awkward, and shrugged. “Stacy, my roommate, she’s goin’ out with some friends from school, so it won’t be a problem.”

“Aye, I’d love to,” Campbell said, nodding furiously.

And just like that, Bella was beaming again. She led Campbell inside her room, and he took it all in.

“It’s pretty crap,” Bella said when she saw that Campbell was taking in the room. “They’ve not decorated for years. This room’s been the same since I moved in, at least, and that was two years ago.”

Campbell just nodded, taking in the photos taped to the wall above Bella’s bed. There were a couple of Bella and some other teenagers, one with Stacy in, but the rest seemed to be of landscapes. Nearby streets, the local park, some close-ups of trees and shadows.

“These are good,” Campbell told her. “Did you take them?”

Bella nodded, but looked a little uncomfortable.

“They’re not that good,” Bella responded softly. “Thank you for saying so, though. I’ve only got a crappy little camera, and I’m not allowed to buy any editing software or anything. I’m saving for my own laptop though, and then I’ll be able to get some editing stuff.”

Campbell was still stood in the middle of the room, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, even as Bella settled on the edge of her bed.

“You’re lucky,” Bella told him suddenly, “that you get your own room. I mean, I know it’s ‘cause of your medication and stuff, but you’re still lucky. You don’t have to share with anyone.”

Not really knowing what to say to that, Campbell just shrugged. He knew that all the kids in the home knew about his bipolar, because Eddie had told him so, but he hadn’t actually expected any of them to be so understanding. He’d been gearing up for a fight about it, he realised, ready to punch anyone who mocked him for it. But instead, Bella was understanding and sympathetic, and just a little bit jealous that it meant he got his own room.

“It’s not that bad, is it? Sharing a room? I mean, I had to share at my previous homes, and it wasn’t that annoying.” He shifted again.

“No,” Bella conceded. “But if I had my own room I’d be able to find everything for starters. Stacy’s got a habit of leaving her stuff everywhere, then I can never find my own things.”

“Aye, I had that problem in my previous home,” Campbell nodded. “Kept buying strings for my guitar and then not being able to find them in among all the shite my roommate left lying around.”

They descended into an uncomfortable silence after that, neither of them quite knowing what else to say.

“You wanna go to the park or something?” Campbell asked suddenly. “Get out of here for a bit?”

Bella sighed at that. “I’d love to, Campbell, but ‘m grounded. Didn’t come back ‘til after curfew last night, remember?”

Campbell visibly deflated at that. “Oh.”

“You can still go out, though,” Bella pointed out. “You don’t have to stay here just because I have to.”

“Aye,” Campbell nodded, looking a little awkward, “I know. But I don’t wanna leave ye here on your own.” He paused. “Besides, in the ten minutes we’ve been talking, you’ve been more of a friend to me than anyone in my last three homes.”

“Oh.” Bella blinked.

There was a slightly awkward silence.

“So,” Campbell spoke up again, finally plucking up the courage to flop down on the bed beside Bella. “What is there to do around here?”

#Campbell x Bella #teninch fic #Campbell Bain #Bella #Takin' Over the Asylum #bella and the boys #Bella and her Boy

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