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wellimaginethat · 3 years

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Pity Party: Chapter One

Pairing: Crockett Marcel x (female) Paramedic!Reader

Requested?: Nope! I just decided to write little birthday one shots to celebrate my birthday, lol

Word Count: 1922

Author’s Note: So this is one of my four birthday stories written due to my birthday having been last Wednesday. This one will be a short series because apparently I love writing little series when it’s Crockett, lol. Also, this is my attempt at a slow burn...usually I just jump right into it or something, but this time I am going to actually try to write a slow burn...let’s see how that goes, lol

Trigger Warning(s): Spending your birthday alone, being sad, drinking alcohol, slow burn

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: You were bummed to be spending your birthday alone, but your coworkers at the firehouse and your friends at med had different ideas, which leads you to celebrating your birthday at Molly’s and almost confronting your feelings for Crockett...

Y/N = Your Name

Tag list: Not tagging in the birthday ones because I don’t want to accidentally tag someone who doesn’t celebrate birthdays. However, if you do want to be tagged in the following parts of this series then do let me know and I will gladly tag you.

Every year as your birthday approached, you got incredibly excited only to be let down when you once again spent it alone.

You kept hoping your friends would ask if you wanted to go out for a drink to celebrate, or to grab pizza, or to just hang out. But every year, all you ever got was texts or simple posts on facebook, which you hardly went on anymore.

So this year you were going to try your hardest not to get excited and hopeful, because you didn’t want to go through the same thing you had for the last few years and you really wanted to avoid the birthday depression, as you called it, when you finally realized that all you would get would be texts. Now you were okay with not getting any gifts, you didn’t really care about that or about cards, you just wanted someone to at least act like they were happy you were another year older.

And it’s not like you hadn’t put effort into planning stuff for your own birthday. In the previous years you had asked a few friends to get drinks with you, to get pizza with you, to have dinner, the list goes on. They would always say something along the lines of ‘yeah sure’ and then either forget, make other plans, or cancel at the last minute. You could understand that sometimes life happens, but it was every year and you felt like you were putting more effort into your friendships than they were.

The last straw was when you saw the three of your closest friends hanging out without you, and you figured it was time to finally move on from your old high school clique.

So you fully intended to spend this birthday alone at your apartment.

So after your shift, you went home and changed into jeans and a nice shirt because if you were going to celebrate your birthday alone, you were going to at least look good while you did so.

You went to the counter and grabbed the pastry box that held the cupcake you had bought yourself and opened it, carefully pulling the cupcake out and setting it on the counter before ripping open the package of candles and placing one on the cupcake.

You searched for about twenty minutes before you finally found some matches to light your candle. You watched as the candle burnt for a few seconds before letting your eyes fall shut to make a wish. For someone to care. Before blowing out the candle.

You pulled the candle out and tossed it on the counter to the side and pulled the paper wrapping off of the cupcake and took a bite just as there was a knock at your door.

You set the cupcake down and headed to the door and looked through the peephole to see Crockett Marcel.

Curious, you opened the door with a raised brow. As soon as you had finished chewing and swallowing your cupcake, you tilted your head and finally asked, very confused. “What are you doing here?”

That seemed to catch him off guard. “Is that any way to greet a visitor?”

You frowned slightly, your turned to be caught off guard. “I’m sorry...I just...wasn’t expecting anyone…” You told him. “I wasn’t trying to be rude, and I’m still not, but the question still stands…”

“It’s your birthday.” Crockett stated simply, glancing over your shoulder into your apartment. “And you seem to be throwing yourself a pity party…”

“Yeah well it’s my pity party, so if you don’t mind I’m going to get back to it.” You told him. “You can come inside if you want.” You offered. “I don’t have another cupcake though…”

Crockett shook his head. “No, I came to get you.”

“Get me?” You asked, confused.

Crockett nodded. “Everyone’s waiting down at Molly’s for you.”

You were still confused and now you were frowning. “What for?”

“To celebrate your birthday.” Crockett told you like it should have been obvious. “We were going to surprise you, but when you didn’t show up, we decided someone should come get you.”

“And you drew the short straw?”

Crockett frowned at you. “No, I volunteered because I wanted to be the first to wish the sweet little paramedic a happy birthday.”

You tried to fight back the smile but couldn’t help it. “Well thanks.”

“Now get your shoes on and grab a coat, everyone’s waiting for the birthday girl.” Crockett smiled at you.

You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your coat and purse before locking up and walking with Crockett, he insisted you ride with him and you didn’t argue. He opened the door for you to get in his car, and then opened the door to the bar so you could walk in first, a complete gentleman and it made your little crush on him grow that much more.

“Hey, she’s here.” You heard your best friend Sylvie quickly whisper to everyone as you were walking in, and suddenly all eyes were on you.

“Happy birthday!” They all shouted and cheered.

You smiled wide, hardly able to believe that they actually cared enough to wish you a happy birthday. As you walked in more, you were given a few hugs and a few wished you a happy birthday again in softer voices.

“What will it be for the birthday girl?” Herrmann asked when you finally made it up to the bar.

You ordered your usual with a smile and a thank you.

He set it in front of you. “On the house. Happy birthday, kid.”

“Thank you.” You told him again, this time more meaningful as you picked up the drink, trying hard not to let emotions overwhelm you.

You did a good job at keeping the emotions at bay while you talked with your coworkers - no, friends - but soon enough it was getting to overwhelm you and you had to disappear. It was somewhat easy to do, just lie and say you had to use the bathroom and sneak out the back.

However, you were outside less than a minute when the backdoor opened and closed and none other than Crockett was walking towards you.

“You good?”

“I’m good.” You breathed out, your hot breath making little clouds as you nodded to him. “It’s just that I’ve never really had anyone really care about me. At least not enough to bother making me feel special on my birthday...and then with everyone in there, wishing me a happy birthday and making me feel...loved...it’s just a bit overwhelming.” You admitted, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep the cold out.

Crockett nodded as he leaned against the wall next to you. “That’s understandable.” The two of you were quiet for a moment. “You have people who care about you.”

“Yeah...I know.” You smiled, tears in your eyes. “It’s nice.”

Crockett smiled and nodded. “Especially me.”

You glanced at him for a moment, trying not to read too much into it, and gave him a small smile. “You’re a really good friend, Crockett.” You told him softly, assuming that’s what he meant, and then you had to look away before you said something you’d regret. “I’m glad you saved me from my pity party.” You felt the need to break the silence.

Crockett smirked a bit and nodded, looking straight ahead. “What’re friends for?”

Silence fell between the two of you again and you felt like it was a tense silence and couldn’t figure out why. The cold was starting to get to you, so you looked at him again. “I’m gonna head back inside.” You told him.

“That’s probably a good idea, it’s a little cold out here.” Crockett chuckled, pushing off the wall and heading to the door. He opened it for you and let you step inside first.

“Thank you.” You said softly as you stepped inside and headed back towards the bar where Sylvie was.

“Hey, where’d you go? I thought you ditched out.” Sylvie asked with a laugh.

“Oh I just needed some air.” You brushed it off with a smile, ordering another drink and picking up your conversation that the two of you were having before you had excused yourself earlier in the night.

Until Sylvie suddenly changed the subject. “So what do you think of Dr. Marcel?” She asked in what almost seemed like a suggestive tone.

You just about spit out your drink but were able to control yourself, you looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean it seems like you might have a little crush on him.” She told you. “And he seems like he might like you back.”

You frowned a bit and shook your head. “No...we’re just friends.”

Sylvie snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

“We are.” You insisted.

“Okay okay.” Sylvie surrendered. “I just noticed how he looks at you and all.” She shrugged. “But you would know, so if you say you’re just friends then that’s what you are.”

You nodded. “Mhm…”

Across the bar, Crockett was having a very similar conversation with Natalie.

“So did you tell her?” Natalie asked in an excited yet hushed tone.

Crockett shook his head a bit as he sipped his bourbon. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“You’re saying you don’t like her?” Natalie asked, raising a brow, obviously not buying it.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Crockett told her with a sigh.

“So then why didn’t you tell her?” Natalie asked, tilting her head slightly.

Crockett sighed again and glanced over your way before looking at Natalie. “Because in her eyes, we’re just friends, and...I’m okay with that.”

“You are?” Natalie asked, not understanding why he would be.

Crockett nodded. “I’d rather be just her friend than tell her the truth and make her uncomfortable and end up being nothing. I’m happy being her friend.”

Natalie nodded. “Oh...well then...okay.” She had thought you both had liked each other and that it would be all great. Now this was just a downer.

When the end of the night rolled around, you walked with Crockett to his car and he once again opened the door for you, causing you to smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Crockett said softly with a smile.

“Tonight was amazing.” You were feeling the good effects of the drinks you had, making you happy and at ease. “It was by far the best birthday I’ve ever had.” You giggled. “I will forever remember my twenty-seventh birthday.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Crockett told you, glancing over with a smile as you continued to talk about how wonderful your birthday had been.

When you arrived at your apartment complex, you quickly got out of the car. Crockett walked over to you and walked you up.

“You don’t have to walk me to my apartment.” You laughed softly before stumbling into him and laughing more. “Okay, maybe you do.”

“I don’t mind.” Crockett said softly as he walked with you, after the two of you were at your apartment he looked at you. “Are you gonna be okay?”

You hummed and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.” You smiled at him and touched his cheek. “You’re such a good friend.”

Crockett smiled at you. “I’m glad we’re friends, Y/N.”

“Me too.” You agreed with a nod, even if you were currently fighting back the urge to kiss him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Crockett smiled at you and began walking down the hall as you went inside your apartment.

Part Two Coming Soon

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Klaine Advent Drabble 2020 - “Take One” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Embroiled in the aftermath of two very messy break-ups, Kurt and Blaine are preparing to film their first love scene together. But how do you pretend to be in love when your love life is falling apart?

It probably doesn't hurt to be in love with your co-star then. (1982 words)

Notes: Written for the @klaineadvent Drabble Challenge 2020 prompt 'grey'.

Read on AO3.

“Ooo, I get a limo this time,” Kurt mumbles, not nearly as impressed as he’s pretending to be. But he needs to keep up appearances. Even though it’s the literal buttcrack of dawn, he’s not alone. There are about thirty asshats, armed with cameras, camped out on his doorstep, climbing over each other to snap a candid of him for the gossip sites. A photo of him emerging from his townhouse fresh-faced and ready for another day on set will fetch an easy couple hundred.

But if he looks like he rolled out of bed, drank a bottle of whiskey for breakfast, then fell down a flight of stairs, landing face-first onto a mountain of cocaine - those pictures would fetch considerably more.

That’s what he gets for going through a horrendous break-up while having the nerve to be rich and famous.

Despite how he feels about his life at this moment, he went for the former, not the latter. He would never touch hard drugs, not for any reason, and he can't justify looking less than his best.

Like a good friend once told him - never let them see you sweat.

“Kurt! Kurt Hummel! Over here!” the pariahs start calling, some of them whistling for his attention like he’s a dog. “Hummel! Hey, Hummel!”

Hummel.

That’s the one that gets him, burrows into the roots of his teeth and makes his whole head pulsate. It keeps his feet moving when he might have stopped to exchange a polite hello. Who talks to people like that? When did it become acceptable to bellow out someone’s last name as a means of getting their attention? Is it too much to ask for the respect of at least shoving a ‘Mr.’ in front of it? Have these glorified stalkers forgotten that if it weren’t for him and stars like him the only jobs they could get would be snapping photos of families for minimum wage at Six Flags?

Ugh.

Too much thinking too early in the morning.

He could write an essay on how much he loathes pap culture, but today, Kurt can’t be bothered caring.

He slaps on a smile and waves, sliding his glasses down his nose only far enough so they can’t see how red his eyes are from crying.

“Oh, hello! I didn’t see you all here! It’s so nice of you to greet me at 5:30 on this fine winter morning! Oh, careful there. You spilled your coffee. And I think you just kicked that poor young man in the face.”

Kurt greets his guests this way every morning, killing them with kindness, as subtle an eff you as he can come up with when his brain cells have yet to kick in for the day.

Coffee. He needs coffee. About a gallon-and-a-half of it.

Kurt glides through the crowd, an angelfish among sharks, and comes out unscathed.

A man with dark hair and olive skin, wearing a fitted, black uniform tailored to within an inch of its life, opens the car door for Kurt as he approaches.

"Good morning, Mr. Hummel."

“Good morning, Harold. It's nice to see you.” Kurt slides into the car, thankful when the chauffeur shuts the door. He sinks into the leather seat and tosses his sunglasses aside. “God!" he moans, burying his face in his hands. "I don't want to do this! I want to stay home and eat ice cream! I don’t want to kiss anyone today!”

Blaine, who had been waiting quietly and wearing a sympathetic smile, frowns. “Gee. Thanks.”

Kurt's head snaps up, his face splotchy and red in seconds. “Blaine! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were …! That’s not what I meant!" He takes a deep breath in, lets it out slowly. "It's not you. I just don’t feel particularly romantic today.”

“It’s okay. I know what you mean. I feel the same way.”

Kurt squares Blaine with a stern look. “Gee. Thanks.”

Blaine ducks his eyes, his cheeks turning pink as he pours Kurt a glass of champagne. There’s always champagne, no matter what vehicle the studio sends to pick them up. But Kurt and Blaine never avail themselves to it.

Today, however, Kurt thinks as he accepts the flute Blaine offers and takes a sip, is an exception.

“I didn’t know Harold was picking you up first,” Kurt says, starting small talk to ease the tension. Kurt and Blaine don’t usually have trouble making small talk.

But, again, today is an exception.

“Well ...” Blaine clears his throat, seems embarrassed “... I was just … you know … a few blocks down the way.”

Kurt sits up further, leans forward with interest. “So you did it. You moved out.”

“Yup,” Blaine replies quietly. “I couldn’t … I just couldn’t stay. Not after …” He stops and sniffles, turning his head to hide eyes that must be as red as Kurt’s. Kurt doesn’t know.

He only ever notices how striking they are.

Kurt rests a comforting hand on Blaine’s knee. “I know.”

“Yeah,” Blaine says with a slightly bitter laugh. “So does the whole world. In fact, the photogs knew I was leaving before I knew. You should have seen it. I could barely get past them.”

Kurt pulls a box of tissues out of the side panel and offers one to Blaine. “They’re bottom feeders. Try to ignore them.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know,” Kurt repeats, feeling exceptionally useless. He’s in the exact same boat, but his heart hurts more for Blaine.

Blaine doesn’t deserve what he's going through. He doesn’t deserve such a public break-up.

He doesn’t deserve having his name drug all over social media by an emotionally manipulative bastard.

Kurt gazes out the window at the sky above. The forecast said it would be clear and sunny today, but it’s cloudy and grey. It matches Kurt's mood. Everything is cloudy and grey.

Well, maybe not everything.

The champagne isn’t. It’s cool and refreshing, and the bubbles make his tongue tingle.

That helps.

And Blaine helps, too.

Even gloomy, melancholy Blaine helps.

Just being in Blaine's presence helps.

“Living in the public eye isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, huh?” Blaine asks, though it sounds as much like a statement to himself as a question for Kurt.

“Not on days like today. But that’s the trade-off for being a star, I guess.”

“Would you ever give it up?” Blaine takes a sip so slight it doesn’t lower the level of the liquid in his glass.

“I can’t say I would. You?”

“Nah. Acting has given me so many opportunities I could never have dreamed of. And all the great people I've met? I mean, this is what? The fifth film we’ve starred in together?”

“It is."

Blaine chuckles, shakes his head. "Some of them have been real winners."

"I know! The roles you get offered when you're just starting out are criminal! Let’s see, we’ve been rogue enemy agents from different factions …”

“High school frenemies …”

“Alien co-conspirators …”

“Jealous rivals …”

“And now … lovers.”

“Yes,” Blaine says bashfully. “And today …”

Kurt smiles. “We get together for the first time.”

Hearing Kurt say it makes Blaine’s heart race, his pulse thrumming so fast it disappears.

The day Blaine found out he’d gotten the role of Kurt’s love interest and not the ‘jealous ex’ (the role his agent originally pitched him for since they play adversaries so well) was a dream come true. The studio felt the two of them could take their insane sexual tension (the studio's words, not Blaine's, although he doesn't disagree) and use it to fuel the plot of their latest 'friends-to-lovers' rom-com.

Blaine has always wanted to be a leading man. Deep down, he prayed that his first time, he'd play opposite Kurt. Now that it has finally happened, the role of his dreams comes with the greatest perk in the universe - an intimate moment with Kurt.

In front of about three dozen crew members, but still.

It's Blaine's chance to indulge his crush, which he plans to savor since it may not come around again.

Not in the way Blaine wants.

As friendly as Kurt is to him, as flirty as he can be, Blaine doesn't know for sure whether Kurt shares his feelings.

“If you don't mind my asking, when did he tell you?” Blaine asks.

“He didn’t." Kurt snorts humorlessly. "I woke up, and he was gone. I thought he had left for work. He had a table reading at six that morning, so I wasn’t immediately suspicious. Not until I started noticing important things were missing - clothes, toiletries, his contact lenses, his laptop …”

"Did he tell you why he was leaving?"

Kurt chews his lower lip at the question he'd known was coming ... the answer he's debating whether or not to give. "Eventually." He glances up at Blaine, flashes a sly grin, and decides to go for broke. “He left because he thought I was falling in love with my co-star.”

"Really?" And just like that, Blaine Anderson dies, his heart shrinking into nothing and blowing away on the wind. "W-which one?" he asks, solely for conversation's sake.

This time, when Kurt snorts, clamping a hand over his mouth to keep from spraying champagne all over the interior of the limo, it's genuine. "You, you gumball!"

"Oh. Oh!" Blaine’s expression of shock is so endearing, Kurt can’t look at it too long. There's a glow about him. It's like staring into the sun. “That's ... that’s funny. My ex broke up with me for the same reason. Because of ... you. At least, that's the excuse he gave on Twitter ... and Instagram ... and Facebook. There were other things. Other men, too.” Blaine's glow dims as he talks about his ex. Their relationship, and separation, weren’t as civil as Kurt’s. In reality, trouble had been brewing behind the scenes for a while.

He’s glad they finally went their separate ways.

But it stings just the same, finding out that someone you once loved, who you thought loved you back, was using you for clout.

And in that, Blaine's ex was a better actor than Blaine ever was.

"That is funny. Not funny ha-ha. Just ... funny. Who would have thunk?" Kurt goes back to his glass of champagne, keeping an eye on Blaine above the rim.

Blaine glances out the window as the limo slows, approaching the gates to the studio lot. Kurt doesn't follow Blaine's gaze, but he doesn't need to.

He knows what Blaine sees by the way his face falls.

Blaine had hoped they could slip in quietly, but there's already a mob three feet deep waiting for them. The photographers and fans won't be able to see a thing through the car's windows. The tint on them is darker than dark. Still, the whole lot will be on high alert with them here.

Inevitably, a handful will slip in.

They may even find their way on set.

Blaine doesn't have the energy to deal with that.

Not today.

“How are we going to get through it?" Blaine asks. "Filming this scene? I mean, the timing is ... uncanny, to say the least.”

“Think of it this way …” Kurt slides across to Blaine’s side, sits as close as they're both comfortable with. Crooking a finger beneath his chin, Kurt draws Blaine's attention away from the gathering crowd and over to his eyes instead “… we get to spend the entire afternoon making each other feel better. That's how we're going to get through this. Agreed?”

Blaine's eyes lower, flicker to Kurt's lips unintentionally. When they travel back up, he notices Kurt's eyes do the same. He swallows hard. At this distance from Kurt, from his mouth, Blaine only has the wherewithal to say one word. He makes it count. "Agreed."

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maisondenachtai · 4 years

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I Like That (Part 3)

Title: I Like That Pairing: Erik X BlackFemale!Reader Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2 summary: just uh....hide your purse aight? (author’s note: uh, ...so...um...it’s been a while right? very sorry about that but it’s here now and I already know how i’m ending it so that’s great. ...this part is written in erik’s pov cause that really helped me break the block i had on it. ...I hope you enjoy it. only one more part to go.) He knew he had fucked up. She wouldn’t even look at him and had scooted as close to her door as she possibly could. He mentally cursed himself and his ego. He wasn’t even sure why he had snapped at her so hard. What she said was fundamentally true and she had the right to speak on what she knew first hand, but it must have been the mixture of David, her being so mad at him, and the fact that her blow had hurt that had him acting up.

“Y/n, listen.”

“Erik, I said shut up.” She said looking down at her nails that were done in a french tip, something she had been doing since grade school. He remembered how her mom thought color was too ‘grown’ and that ‘young women should only have French tipped nails’. He remembered laughing at her nails in the car when she held them out for him to see, and then he remembered moaning as those same nails wrapped around him.

“I’m sorry, alright.” He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face.

“You’re always sorry Erik. It never helps anything. You’re a sorry ass nigga. So what?” She finally looked at him fury and sadness in her brown eyes.

He swallowed his anger at her name calling and looked out of the window to calm down, “Listen, I know you fucking hate me, and I don’t blame you. I treated you like shit in high school.”

“No, you treated me worst than shit. You dogged me, Erik. Do you know how it feels to be beaten down by the nigga you thought you were in love with? No you don’t because everybody loved you.” Her voice had raised, he could tell that she didn’t give a shit about the mixed company they were in.

“Y/n.”

“Don’t Y/n me. I’m going to say what I should have been said, Erik. You fucked me in private. Used me like a sex toy and in public I was your verbal punching bag. And you set the tone for everyone else in high school. High school was hell for me.”

“What was I supposed to do about it? I was a kid, Y/n. I really feel like you’re overestimating my influence.”

“You were supposed to stop it, not add on to it.”

“Well I’m sorry. I truly am. I wasn’t perfect back then and I’m not perfect now and all I can do now is apologize.”

She shook her head, wiping under her eyes quickly. “It was so long ago, and I haven’t thought about it in years. I stopped being your victim a long time ago Erik….it’s just this reunion has brought up so many memories.” She took a deep breath and exhaled looking at him again. “I’m sorry too. I’ve been acting like a child.”

“Yes you have.” He joked, laughing when she shot a scowl his way. “I’m kidding. I understand your anger. I really do. It’s not right how I treated you, and if any man treated my daughter like that I’d kill him with my bare hands.”

“Your daughter? You got a child?” She looked surprised.

He smirked, “What if I said I did? What would that mean?”

“That you still haven’t learned to use condoms.” She shook her head, running her hand through her hair. She looked surprised, as if that wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

He smirked to himself.“I’m kidding. No kids yet. …Ain’t found the right woman…” He looked down her seated frame, biting down on his lip as his gaze settled on her hips and the thigh that had poked out of the slit on the dress. “And the woman I want to have my babies don’t want me.”

She was pointedly ignoring his blatant staring, choosing instead to scroll through her phone. “Well maybe you’ll have luck at the reunion. Remember that girl Monica? She’s been asking the facebook group if you were coming.”

He rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, “Don’t nobody want Monica. Her breath was stank.” She chuckled and the sound warmed his soul.

The best times he could remember in high school was of her and him chilling in his car outside of her house. She would sneak out the window because her mom didn’t allow boys in the house and honestly didn’t like him one bit but she would take the chances of being caught outside with him anyway.

They would sit and listen to the radio, singing along with their favorite songs, and roasting the bad songs. They would sling insults back and forth until they ended up not being able to speak from laughing so hard.

In tough times, she would be a warm shoulder to lean on, saying nothing that might make him close up when he happened to cry. In reverse, he would be there times when her dad would flake on her again or forget her birthday, or when her mom was just being too restrictive.

It was those times he remembered, even more than the sex they shared, those times where she was his best friend. He missed that.

“Her breath did used to be a little tart.” She spoke back looking at him.

“A little? The girl used to exhale and burn off people’s eyebrows.”

She laughed then, fully, holding onto her stomach. “You’re mean.”

“I’m honest.” He looked out the window. They still had about twenty minutes until they made it to the reunion. “So, where did you meet David?”

She looked at him and shook her head. “Uh uh.”

“Uh uh? What do you mean uh uh?”

“You are not fixin to clown my man, okay? No. I’m not letting it happen.”

“Ain’t nobody about to clown your man. …I mean I didn’t know you liked light skinned men but-

“See you’re already clowning him.”

He shook his head, “No, I was just joking. Seriously, tell me I want to know.”

She rolled her eyes, “Well if you must know, we met at a conference in Arizona.”

“So he’s in business?”

“No, tech actually. He was at the conference networking. At the time he was trying to startup this app, Nozzle. It’s a app that-

“I know about Nozzle.” Erik actually knew Nozzle pretty well seeing as he had invested some money in the startup a while back trying to get his portfolio up.

However, he didn’t remember seeing David’s name in the business plan. “So, he’s still working with Nozzle then?”

“Nah, they ousted him. He had a completely different vision than the other two men and they decided to part ways amicably. He’s actually working on a festival idea, kind of like a black Coachella but not like Afropunk or anything. That’s why he’s not here right now. He had a meeting to attend with some investors.”

Erik couldn’t help but smirk, “A festival?”

“Don’t even-“

“I bet its going to be lit. …Straight…Fyre.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore.” She looked out of the window folding her arms again.

“Wait, wait. I’m just kidding.” He pulled one of her arms down, so she wouldn’t close up on him again. “Seriously though, he does know a new festival right now, it’s not the move.”

She sighed, “It’s legit though and he has a good plan for it. Nothing too extravagant. I’ve been working it out with him, setting up meetings for him.”

“Setting up meetings for him? You a secretary now?”

“Nah, I’m a good girlfriend. Why shouldn’t I help him if I can?”

Erik looked at her and then shrugged, “I mean, I guess. But…just don’t put none of your money in it.” When she didn’t say anything, he sighed. “How much?”

It was her turn to rub the back of her neck, “Uh…just 50,000 dollars.”

“50,000 dollars?”

“We got a loan, so he could have the capital to start moving stuff and showing investors he wasn’t coming in empty handed.”

“Oh my god, Y/n. The whole reason you get investors is so that you don’t have to get loans like that or at least so you can pay off the damn loan. How much has he paid off.”

“10,000.”

“Oh my godddd.” Erik wanted to die. He wanted to strangle Y/n, in the most loving way, for being so stupid and then he wanted to kill David. “He’s fucking scamming you and probably everyone else he’s talked to. Why did he get ousted from Nozzle?”

“I told you because they had different visions-“

“Nah, that’s what that nigga told you.” He pulled out his phone. “Send me a picture of him.”

“Why?” Erik rolled his eyes and tried hard not to snap at her, “Don’t argue with me right now. Send me a picture.” When she pulled out her phone he sighed.

“This nigga is running your name into the ground and you probably don’t even know it.”

“He’s legit Erik.” The airdrop notification came up on his phone and he accepted it, getting a fairly clear picture of David.

“We’ll see.” He pulled up an app that allowed him to search FBI databases, search engines, wanted ads, and many more places by picture and name.

“What’s his name?”

“David Johnson.” She had moved closer trying to see what he was doing on his phone. “Are you doing a background check on him?”

“Nah, but you should have.” He hit search and the app began trying to match David’s photo and name to anything they could.

“I can’t believe this. You’re so fucking smart, Y/n. You graduated summa cum lade and you’re nearly running that firm you’re at. I can’t believe that you can’t smell a scammer from a mile away.”

“How do you know all of that?”

Before he could answer his phone dinged, he smirked pressing the article that came up. David Johnson was Gregory Malcolm, the man who was caught misappropriating funds from Nozzle. Who was still wanted by authorities in California, New York, and Georgia.

“Is David’s middle name Joanne?” He started looking down at the picture of David being escorted out of a building in handcuffs.

“No…why?”

“Cause your man’s a fucking scammer.”

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Title: Alexis Rose's Guide to Getting One Over on Your Ex Fandom: Schitt's Creek Pairing: Alexis/Twyla Rating: Mature Summary: Twyla knows she's in trouble when she finds out her ex is in town. She's in even bigger trouble when Alexis pretends to be her girlfriend. Will her heart be able to handle it? Notes: Written for ThrillingDetectiveTales for the Chocolate Box Gift Exchange.

In a panic, Twyla pounds on the door to Alexis’ room at the Rosebud motel. Sweat breaks out across her forehead and she clenches and unclenches her hands a few times, shaking them out when they begin to ache.

Alexis takes forever getting to the door. For a second, Twyla thinks that Alexis might not be home, but no, she told Twyla to come over anytime when she’d texted her earlier.

“She’s probably just in the bathroom,” Twyla mutters to herself. She begins pacing back and forth in front of the door, her sandals clip clopping across the sidewalk as she paces. She can only imagine what she looks like with her hair thrown back in a haphazard ponytail while dressed in tatty old jeans, dressy sandals, and a shirt she’s pretty sure was originally a pajama top.

Finally, finally, Alexis opens the door. Twyla turns to her and Alexis is giving her one of those megawatt smiles of hers. One of the smiles that make Twyla weak in the knees. Alexis looks good, really good, with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail, blonde waves falling to her shoulders. She’s dressed in a floral dress that stops mid-thigh and exposes so much smooth skin that Twyla can feel herself actually swooning.

God, this really isn’t the time to be thinking those sort of things, Twyla admonishes herself. Get a grip, she’s just your friend!

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Twyla startles when Alexis cries, “Twyla, so good to see you!” and wraps her up in a hug. Tentatively, Twyla returns the hug, worried that if she squeezes too tight she’ll never let go.

“Y-yeah, it’s good to see you too,” Twyla manages to stutter out. She catches a whiff of Alexis’ hair when she pulls away and she can’t help but lean into the smell, just for a second.

Alexis stares at her, clearly wondering what is going on. A series of expressions flit across her face before she finally gives Twyla one last crooked smile and says, “Not that I’m not glad to see you - you know you can visit whenever you want to - but it seems like you came here for a reason.”

Twirling the end of her ponytail around her finger, Twyla sighs and says, “I need your help.”

“Well in that case, come on in,” Alexis says, offering Twyla her arm.

With a grateful smile, Twyla takes it and follows Alexis back inside her room. Twyla takes a seat at the table and waits while Alexis heads into her parents’ room. She comes back with two bottles of water and sets one in front of Twyla before taking a seat across from her.

Alexis finally breaks the silence. “So what do you need my help with?”

Twyla cringes. “It’s my ex,” she begins, grabbing the end of her ponytail again. “They’re going to be town.”

“Oooh,” Alexis replies, “I get it. You need my help in winning the breakup!”

“Winning the breakup?” Twyla asks.

“You know, winning the breakup. It’s when you show them how great your life is post-breakup,” Alexis explains.

Twyla sighs. “I normally wouldn’t be the type of person who would even want to win a breakup,” she says, looking earnestly at Alexis, “but there’s something about Candace that manages to get under my skin even five years later. In a bad way.”

Something flickers across Alexis’ face. “Candace?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Twyla says, “Candace is the name of my ex.”

Alexis’ face flushes. “I just didn’t know you were into women,” she says.

Her forehead creasing, Twyla says, “You didn’t know I was a lesbian?”

“Um,” Alexis says, a confused look on her face. “No?”

Twyla bursts into laughter. “What did you think I meant when I said I was glad that Mutt and I broke up and I was happy because it gave me the courage to finally be who I am?” Twyla can’t help but stare at the twin red spots high on Alexis’ cheeks. It always happens whenever Alexis feels out of her depth, and Twyla can’t help but find it very cute.

“I just thought you meant you found who you were outside of a relationship,” Alexis says with a pout. Twyla knows she doesn’t like to be wrong or left in the dark about something.

“Well, you aren’t wrong about that,” Twyla admits. “Before Mutt, I thought I was bisexual, but my relationship with him helped me realize that I’m actually a lesbian.”

Alexis reaches over and lays a hand over Twyla’s. “Maybe I didn’t know it at the time, but I’m still glad you were able to be true to yourself. It’s brave of you.” A flicker of something passes over Alexis’ face before it’s replaced by one of her soft smiles.

Twyla flips her hand over and gently squeezes Alexis’ hand back. “Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me.”

Alexis’ smile grows. “Of course! You’re my best friend and I want nothing but happiness for you.”

Twyla feels her cheeks heat up, thinking of all the ways Alexis makes her happy. “I want the same for you.”

“Good!” Alexis says, pulling her hand back and running her fingers through her ponytail. “Now, let’s figure out what we’re going to do about Candace.”

They had a plan. It was a good plan involving strategically hot outfits and public appearances. But like with most things involving Candace, it quickly went to shit.

The only reason Twyla knew Candace was going to be in town was because Stevie had told her. Stevie had heard it from her cousin who heard it from her sister-in-law who heard it from Candace’s cousin that Candace would arrive on Saturday.

It’s only Wednesday and there Candace is, waltzing into the diner like she owns the place. Of fucking course she looks good, Twyla thinks to herself, taking in the red lipstick, sharp winged eyeliner, flowy skirt, and tight top that emphasizes her large breasts. She just needs to remind herself of how badly Candace treated her throughout their entire relationship.

Twyla bristles when Candace’s eyes land on her. Candace exaggeratedly throws her arms up in the air. “Twyla!” she screeches, nearly making Twyla’s ears ring. Sauntering over with an exaggerated sway of her hips, Candace gushes, “It’s so good to see you!”

Candace comes up to the counter, grabs Twyla’s face, and reels her in for a big, wet kiss. When she finally lets go, Twyla is so tempted to wipe her mouth off with the back of her hand but somehow manages to resist the temptation.

“Hi Candace,” Twyla says. At a loss, she grabs the rag on the counter and begins wiping it down just for something familiar to do.

She watches as Candace’s eyes dart down to the rag in her hand. Candace grimaces. She always did take exception to the fact that her once-girlfriend was just a waitress. “I see you’re still working at the diner.”

That’s when Alexis, who’d silently been watching the encounter from her seat at the counter, leans over and says, “Um, actually, Twyla owns the diner.”

Candace’s eyes go up. “Really?” she asks. Laughing, she adds, “Where on earth did you get the money for that?”

Twyla gulps, unsure of what to say, but thankfully Alexis jumps in again. “I’m Alexis Rose,” she says, sticking her hand out at Candace. She’s more forceful about it than Twyla’s ever seen her act before.

Candace looks like she’s debating whether to shake Alexis’ hand or not. Eventually, she does, gingerly gripping her palm. “I’m Candace. Twyla and I used to date.”

Alexis widely grins, mouth promising mischief. “Oh, I know exactly who you are.” Alexis is clearly getting to Candace, making her typical confidence falter. Candace gulps. Then Alexis opens her mouth again and Twyla’s blood runs cold.

“I’m Twyla’s new girlfriend,” she says as if she hasn’t just turned Twyla’s heart upside down. Alexis reaches across the table and takes Twyla’s hand in her own much the same way she had just two days before.

“O-oh,” Candace stammers, looking down at their laced fingers. Her face flashes with the uncertainty of having lost control of the situation. “Your Facebook profile still says you’re single.”

Getting a grip on herself, Twyla squeezes Alexis’ hand for moral support and replies, “We haven’t been dating long. We were friends before that.”

“Friends for years,” Alexis agrees, giving Twyla one of those soft, sweet smiles of hers. It’s Twyla’s turn to gulp. She’s known she likes Alexis but she’s filled with the realization that she wants nothing more than for their “relationship” to be real. “We haven’t told many people yet because I’m not totally out yet. Just my brother knows.”

“We’ve all been there,” Twyla says in her most reassuring voice. If she didn’t know better she’d think Alexis knew exactly what it was like to be queer.

Candace makes a noise and reclaims Twyla’s and Alexis’ attention. Twyla can see it pass over Candace’s face, the way she’s determined to reclaim control of the conversation. “I stopped by because I wanted to invite you to my party this weekend. It’s at my parents’ house.”

Just as Twyla’s about to decline the offer - she’d rather chew off her own hand than go to any gathering of Candace’s - Alexis jumps in. “We’d love to go!” she says, her voice charming. “It sounds like so much fun.”

“Right,” Candace replies. Clearly, she hadn’t intended to invite Alexis. “Of course you can come too, Alexa.”

Alexis’ face flashes with distaste. “My name is actually Alexis, Candy.”

Candace grimaces but doesn’t correct her. She plasters on a fake smile and says, “Great! I’ll see you both at eight!” Then she turns on her heel and flees the diner.

When the door swings shut, Alexis turns to Twyla and says, “Ew, I cannot believe you dated her.” Grinning broadly, she adds, “She’s almost as bad as Leonardo DiCaprio who left me stranded in Bali without my passport.”

Laughing, Twyla runs her fingers through her hair. She feels a rush of gratitude for her friend. Without Alexis there, she’d no doubt have let Candace talk down to her and intimidate her.

“Thank you for that, Alexis,” Twyla says, giving her hand one last squeeze before she pulls away. “You have no idea how much I appreciate it. When it comes to Candace, I never know what to say.”

“You’re welcome,” Alexis says, reaching forward and booping Twyla on the nose. “You actually helped me too!”

Frowning, Twyla asks, “How on earth did I do that?”

Twisting her bangle bracelet round and round her wrist, Alexis looks down and blushes. “I wasn’t kidding before. I’ve never said it out loud before to anyone who wasn’t David.”

“Said what?”

Alexis looks up, her eyes guileless. “That I’m bisexual.”

Twyla feels more wrongfooted than she did when Alexis pretended to be her girlfriend just minutes ago. Alexis is queer. Alexis is queer. This changes everything. Or does it? It doesn't really change anything if Alexis doesn’t feel the same way about Twyla as Twyla feels about her. It just means she might date women in the future instead of just men. For some reason, the thought of Alexis dating another woman hurts more than the thought of her dating a man. At least when she thought Alexis only dated men, she knew she’d never have a shot. But that’s no longer the case, is it?

Twyla plasters a smile across her face, hoping she doesn’t look as devastated as she feels. “Thank you for telling me.”

Alexis looks less nervous now and smiles back at her. “You were brave enough to tell me. I thought I should return the favor and be honest with you too.”

“I’m glad you did.” And, potential heart break or no heart break, Twyla ultimately she is.

“So,” Alexis begins, “what exactly did Candace do to you? You usually aren’t the type of person who holds onto things like that.”

Twyla makes a face. “We dated off and on in high school and then after. She would always talk down to me and make me feel small.” Twyla’s gaze goes fuzzy around the edges as she slowly scans the diner. “She always had to be the best at everything and expected me to just be her cheerleader. I wasn’t allowed to want things for myself. She’d always use the threat of breaking up with me as a weapon to try to control me.”

Twyla’s focus snaps back to Alexis. “I grew a lot as a person after Candace, but there are still some old wounds there, you know?”

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I have abusive exes like that. Some things never totally heal right.”

“Exactly.”

Smirking, Alexis says, “Well, I’m glad to help you one-up her. She seems horrendous.”

Grinning, Twyla replies, “This is going to be fun.”

It was not going to be fun. That’s because she hadn’t thought through what exactly fake dating Alexis would mean. Soft gazes, prolonged touches, maybe even a bit of kissing. It was going to kill Twyla.

For the second time that week, Twyla finds herself furiously knocking at a closed door. After a moment, Stevie wrenches the door open. She’s dressed in a long t-shirt with shorts peeking out underneath and is rubbing sleep from her eyes. Twyla would feel worse if it was morning but it’s currently five o’clock in the evening. Still, she feels a bit bad for waking her friend.

“T-Twyla?” Stevie asks, stifling a yawn. “What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” she asks, worrying her fingers together.

Stevie gives her a strange look, but fully opens the door and moves to the side. “You know we can always talk, Twyla.”

“Thanks,” Twyla says, releasing a long breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. “I didn’t know who else to go to. I can’t talk to David - he’s too close to it. And if I can’t talk to David, then I can’t talk to Patrick about it either.”

Stevie raises a hand and shakes her head. “Whoa, you’re going to have to back up there because I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

“Right.” Summoning her courage, Twyla says, “It’s relationship stuff.”

Stevie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Whatever it is, I’m probably the last person you should be talking to, you know? My last three relationships include that mess with David, a guy who was dating David at the same time as me, and a guy who wouldn’t commit. I don’t know anything about relationships.”

“Well, I don’t exactly need advice,” Twyla admits. “Mostly, I just need someone to vent to.”

Stevie grins. “Why didn’t you say so? I’m an expert at listening to people vent. I’ll get us some wine!”

Ten minutes later, Twyla and Stevie sat across from each other on Stevie’s bed, a glass of wine in hand and a plate of microwaved Pizza Rolls between them.

“We haven’t done this in ages,” Stevie said, nibbling the corner of a Pizza Roll. “We used to hang out all the time.”

“Things have gotten busy for the both of us. We both have our own businesses now.”

“Yeah,” Stevie agrees. “But we should try to make more time for each other.”

“Agreed,” Twyla says. With her free hand, she sticks out her pinky the way they always used to do when they were kids. Stevie grins and links their pinkies together.

Stevie stuffs the Pizza Roll in her mouth and seems to weigh her words as she chews. After she swallows, she says, “So, what did you need to vent about?”

Twyla bites her lip and thinks about what she should say. Deciding that ripping the bandage off is the best way to go about it, she replies, “It’s about Alexis.”

Realization dawns on Stevie’s face. “Oh, are we finally going to address the fact that you have a big fat crush on her?”

“Stevie!” Twyla cries.

“What?” Stevie asks, a grin spreading across her face. “You do, I know you do!”

Feeling herself deflate, Twyla says, “Yeah, I do. And I wish I only wanted to talk about that. But there’s more.”

Stevie’s eyebrows go up. “More, huh?”

Twyla nods. “Unfortunately. And Candace is involved.”

“Ugh,” she says, pulling a face. “How does she always worm her way into everything. She hasn’t even lived in Schitt’s Creek for like four years.”

“I wish I knew,” Twyla admitted.

“Okay, so how does Candace and all her nonsense fit into your crush on Alexis?”

Twyla tells her. When she finishes, Stevie quickly drains her wine glass and gives Twyla a look. “You really stepped in it this time.”

“I’m not even the one that said we were dating!”

Stevie shrugs. “True, but you didn’t exactly make it easier on yourself, did you? You pretended to be her girlfriend and now you have to continue being her girlfriend at Candace’s party.”

Repeating Stevie’s earlier sentiment, Twyla replies, “Ugh.”

Pointing at Twyla, Stevie says, “I know you didn’t ask for my advice, but I’m going to give it anyway. You really only have two choices: you either keep it to yourself or you tell Alexis how you feel.”

Twyla sighs and buries her face in her hands. “Neither option sounds good.”

Stevie laughs, “No, probably not. But there’s only one option that lets you know how Alexis really feels about you.”

Sighing again and feeling pretty dramatic about it, Twyla asks, “Will you at least be at the party?”

Stevie gives her a blank look. “You wouldn’t catch me dead at one of Candace Johnson’s parties.”

“Are you ready to go shopping?” Alexis asks. She’s standing at Twyla’s front door wearing a flowy blue dress and a smile.

Twyla can’t help but smile in return. It’s Friday, the day before Candace’s party, and while Twyla is excited to spend time with Alexis, she isn’t keen on seeing her in a bunch of cute outfits. It won’t be good for her heart. Or for her libido.

Maybe pretending to be Alexis’ girlfriend wasn’t such a great idea after all. Sure, she wouldn’t mind Candace thinking she was dating a catch like Alexis, but was it really worth her poor heart in the process? She hadn’t yet decided if she was going to take Stevie’s advice just yet and tell Alexis how she felt. She didn’t know if she was ready to risk their friendship like that.

In the end, Twyla plasters a smile across her face and says, “Yup, just let me grab my purse.”

Alexis steps inside Twyla’s small house, looking around. Twyla wonders what she thinks. Does she think the living room is as cozy and inviting as Twyla hopes it looks? Is this a place she’d like to spend time? For all the times they’ve hung, they’ve mostly just stayed at the diner or even Alexis’ motel room.. They’ve never hung out at Twyla’s before.

“Your place is so cute!” Alexis says. She picks a throw pillow Stevie got her as a housewarming gift when Twyla first bought the house, hugging it to her chest. “I love it!”

Twyla blushes. “Thank you!” She’s genuinely pleased by Alexis’ reaction. “I’ve spent a lot of time decorating it.”

Alexis glances around again. “I can tell you have.” She pokes around the room, lightly running her fingers over Twyla’s knicknacks, dragging a finger across an end table, burying her fingers in the fluffy throw tossed over the back of the couch.

Twyla can’t describe what it feels like to have Alexis in her space like this. It’s pleasant, warm, and she wants Alexis here more often.

Before she can get much sappier, Twyla grabs her purse from the chair and says, “Shall we go?”

Alexis looks up, embarrassment on her face at having been caught so thoroughly investigating Twyla’s living room. She looks like a kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar and it’s endearingly cute.

“Yup, I’m ready!” She says. Twyla follows her to the front door, locking it behind her.

They take Twyla’s car to Elmdale. There aren’t a lot of places in the area to shop, but there is one store there that Alexis likes. She tells Twyla about it as they drive.

“So we’re bound to find you a cute dress there. If you want to wear a dress that is,” she tells her. “It’s just that you have such nice legs and look so nice in dresses.” Alexis sucks in a sharp breath like she hadn’t meant to say that at all.

Surprised by Alexis’ candid statement, Twyla glances over at her, noticing a flush across Alexis’ face for the second time that day. Twyla cracks a smile, secretly pleased, though Alexis doesn’t seem too sure.

“Is it okay for me to say that?” she asks. Though Twyla can’t see her, she just knows that Alexis is biting her lip. “As a queer woman, I don’t know if that’s okay to say to your friends.”

“Relax,” Twyla says in her most soothing voice. It’s the voice she uses whenever her mom’s latest boyfriend inevitably dumps her. “You’re doing fine.”

“Thanks,” Alexis says in a soft voice. “All this stuff is so new to me. I haven’t known I was bi for that long, you know?”

“Like I said, you’re doing just fine,” Twyla replies. “Besides, you’re allowed to compliment your friends without it being a come on or whatever.” Twyla flushes at her statement. She wishes it had been a come on, but it isn’t really fair to put that on Alexis. Her crush on her friend is her own deal.

From the corner of her eye, Twyla can see Alexis fidgeting with her bracelets. Today she’s wearing a bunch of thin bracelets that make a tinkling sound whenever she moves. “I just don’t like being unsure of stuff, you know? Especially when I feel so vulnerable already.”

“I remember how that feels back when I first realized that I wasn’t straight. It’s scary.”

“It is. I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it though,” Alexis says. “Sooner or later.”

“I know you will. There’s no timeline, okay? Just because queer people you know are comfortable with it doesn’t mean you have to be too, at least right away. You’ll get there, okay?” Twyla says. “It just might take a little time.”

Alexis finally smiles, still fiddling with her bracelets. “You’re a good friend, Twyla. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Twyla warms at Alexis’ statement. If all she can ever be to Alexis is a good friend, then that’s enough for her.

On Saturday, Alexis shows up at Twyla’s exactly fifteen minutes before the party is to begin. “We don’t need to show up exactly at eight,” she’d said the day before. “Make Candace wonder where we’re at. Make her wonder if we’re going to show up at all.”

It didn’t make a lot of sense to Twyla, but she trusted Alexis’ judgment when it came to this sort of thing.

She wades into Twyla’s house, laden down with a dress on a hanger and a large bag that must be filled with her makeup and hair products. Alexis looks ready to take on the world. She usually does.

Twyla tries not to creep on her friend but she does catch a glimpse of Alexis in the mirror in just her underwear and bra. Quickly averting her eyes, Twyla can’t help but think about what a beautiful body she has, long and lean, smooth and tan.

Once they’re both dressed, Alexis stands next to Twyla in front of the bathroom mirror and begins rummaging around in her makeup bag. There’s something almost hypnotic about watching Alexis up on makeup, particularly the way she applies lipstick on her oh so kissable lips. Twyla has to physically stop herself from staring. More than once, she catches Alexis’ eye in the mirror and each time, Twyla’s heart begins to pound in her chest. It’s silly to feel so impacted by something that happens all the time, but it feels so intimate sharing a bathroom with Alexis, even if they’re only getting ready for a party together.

About an hour later, they leave Twyla’s and walk to Candace’s childhood home. She only lives a few blocks away so it’s easy enough for them to walk. Then again, everything in Schitt’s Creek is within walking distance to each other.

Music is pouring from the house when they get there and people are milling around the porch and front yard, all with red Solo cups in hand. She recognizes a lot of people she went to high school with and wonders if they’re all too old to be having this type of party.

“Well this looks fun,” Alexis says. She looks confident, like she’s charging into battle. With Candace inside, Alexis probably is.

When they reach the front door, Alexis reaches out for Twyla’s hand and laces their fingers together. Twyla feels a zing shoot up her arm, making her unconsciously squeeze Alexis’ hand.

“Ready?” Alexis asks, squeezing back. Twyla expected an apprehensive look on Alexis’ face, but she instead looks determined, assured. Twyla really should have known better because Alexis is fierce in a way she doesn’t think she’ll ever be. Maybe someday.

“As I’ll ever be,” Twyla replies.

Inside, the party is way too reminiscent of the parties Candace used to throw back in high school. It’s the same shitty beer with the same shitty people (okay, many of them aren’t so bad) and the same shitty stained couch Candace’s family has had the entire time Twyla’s known her.

Like a hawk, Candace zeroes in on them the second they step through the door. She shoves her beer into the hands of the girl she’d been talking to, someone Twyla’s known since kindergarten, and walks over. Her arms are spread wide and they envelop Twyla into a big hug. She smells like beer and the same floral perfume she’s worn since middle school. Twyla grimaces to Alexis over Candace’s shoulder. She pats Candace’s back twice and then pulls back.

“Twyla!” she says, reluctantly pulling back but keeping her hands on . “I’m so happy you came!”

“Yeah, me too,” Twyla lies. As the seconds tick by, the more Twyla just wants to go home. Maybe she can convince Alexis to leave the party soon and they could go back to Twyla’s for snacks and a movie.

Twyla reaches out for Alexis’ hand again, hoping the movement will dislodge Candace. It seems to because she steps backward, her eyes drawn down to where their fingers are now laced together. “Oh,” she says, taking another step back before looking up at Alexis. “Alex, how nice to see you again.”

Alexis doesn’t bother to correct her this time. “So nice to see you again, Candace,” she says instead, giving Candace her biggest, fakest smile. Twyla has to fight down her own grin.

Candace grimaces. “Likewise. Why don’t I get you both a beer?”

Alexis and Twyla glance at each other and then both nod. “Yeah, that sounds great.” Twyla might be able to convince Alexis to leave soon, but she’ll need alcohol to get through the next half hour or so.

Candace leaves for the kitchen, and Alexis quietly gasps, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner!”

Frowning, Twyla asks, “What didn’t you realize?”

Alexis steps closer, her mouth near Twyla’s ear, hot breath fanning across Twyla’s skin, and says, “Candace totally wants you back.”

Twyla’s head whips around. “What?!” she exclaims. “There’s no way! She’s the one who broke up with me!”

Shrugging, Alexis replies, “Be that as it may, Twy, but she definitely wants you. That, or she’s pissed that you’re happy with someone else.”

But I’m not, Twyla thinks, wishing that Alexis’ hand in hers meant the same thing to Alexis as it did to her. Still, she knows she can’t dwell on it no matter how hard her heart beats for her friend.

Shaking those thoughts from her mind, Twyla purses her lips before replying, “I still can’t believe it.”

Alexis glances at something over Twyla’s shoulder before looking back at her with a determined expression on her face. “Wanna find out?” she asks. Unsure of what else to do, Twyla nods.

And that’s when Alexis’ lips press into hers, and it is the sweetest thing Twyla’s ever experienced, that gentle slide of lips against each other. The heat between them alone makes Twyla moan. Alexis’ body momentarily goes still before she leans in closer, her hands falling to Twyla’s hips. And Twyla, she loses herself in the kiss, kissing back with a fervor she didn’t even know she had.

One of Twyla’s hands comes up to tangle in Alexis’ hair, cupping the back of her head. Her hair is even softer than Twyla imagined and she wants nothing more than to keep her hands there always.

Someone nearby clears their throat and Alexis and Twyla bolt apart. It’s Candace, a disgruntled look on her face and two cups of beer in hand. “Here’s your beer,” she says, thrusting them forward. They slosh over Candace’s hands but she doesn’t seem to notice.

Twyla’s heart is still pounding too hard to say anything, but thankfully Alexis takes both of the beers and says, “Thanks so much, Candace. You’re a great host!” Candace sneers and stalks off without saying anything.

“Oh em gee,” Alexis says, her jaw dropped. “Did you see that? She is not a happy camper.”

Composing herself, Twyla says, “I did. I have to admit that it feels good making her a little peeved.”

Alexis’ laugh is beautiful, her eyes full of mirth. Twyla wants to kiss her again but resists the urge. Alexis hands over Twyla’s beer. They both sip their beers, though Twyla’s sorely tempted to just down hers.

They talk about the things going on in their lives for a few minutes as they drink their beer until someone turns the music up and a few people gather in the middle of the living room to dance.

“Oh, I love this song!” Alexis squeals. She slams her cup down on a table and holds her hand out to Twyla. “Dance with me?” she asks, a strange look on her face. If Twyla didn’t know better she’d say Alexis looked nervous.

Without saying a word, Twyla sets her cup down and takes Alexis’ hand. She allows Alexis to lead her to the middle of the dance floor and puts her hands on Alexis’ hips when they turn to face one another. If Alexis wants to dance with her, then Twyla is going to do it. She’d give Alexis almost anything she wants and is more than happy to let their bodies move together to the music.

As they dance, the look Alexis wears is intense. It’s as if her everything is focused on Twyla, and it makes Twyla want to squirm under the intensity of it all. But instead she presses closer, dances harder.

At some point, Twyla gets turned around and dances with Alexis’ arms around her, Alexis’ hips and pelvis pressed tight against Twyla’s ass. It feels incredible to be so close to her, to have Alexis’ body plastered against Twyla’s back.

Twyla swears that Alexis presses a quick kiss to her neck before pulling away. She’s sure she imagined it until Alexis murmurs in her ear, “You feel good.” Twyla’s heart jack knifes in her chest and she stumbles. Alexis steadies her, turning Twyla around so they can see each other.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” Twyla pleads. Her hand is in Alexis’ and she’s rubbing soothing circles into the back of her hand.

“I do mean it.” Her eyes dart down to Twyla’s lips, making Twyla gulp air. “I don’t want to be your fake girlfriend,” she says, moving closer. Twyla feels her pulse jump. Alexis raises her hand and cups Twyla’s cheek. “I want to be your real girlfriend.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, Twyla murmurs, “I want that too.” She feels as if the words have been punched from her chest. It’s hard to breathe because everything she wants is, for the first time in her life, coming true.

The smile Alexis gives her is brilliant, so bright that Twyla squeezes her eyes shut again. Just for a moment. When she reopens them, Alexis is smiling at her. “Good,” she says, her voice raspy and low. “So can I kiss you?”

Twyla would be embarrassed about how furiously she nods if she wasn’t so caught up in the moment. Her eyes soft, she can tell Alexis doesn’t judge her for it.

They both lean forward until their lips meet, a soft slide of skin to skin. The pressure is both delicate and wonderful and becomes even better when Alexis pushes closer. Twyla moans low in her throat and starts to pull away, but Alexis chases her, continuing the kiss. Twyla can’t help but return it, pushing back. Her lips part when Alexis runs her tongue along the seam of them and dips inside.

Twyla’s hands settle on Alexis’ hips and she draws her body closer. Alexis comes easily, her arms twining around Twyla’s neck. Their bodies are flush with one another and it feels so damned good. Better than anything Twyla’s ever felt before.

Abruptly, the music stops. They pull back from each other and watch Candace stalk over to them.

“You mean to tell me that you two weren’t actually girlfriends?”

“That is correct,” Alexis answers.

“But you are now?”

Twyla and Alexis share a look, grinning at each other. “That is correct,” Alexis repeats.

Throwing her hands up in the air, Candace stalks away. “Unbelievable!”

Alexis bites her lip and takes Twyla’s hand. “Okay, there’s no way that should have been nearly as fun as it was.”

Twyla smirks. “It was.” She plants a quick kiss on Alexis’ lips that are just as kissable as Twyla always imagined them to be. “Want to get out of here?”

They walk back to Twyla’s house together, clearly both keen on spending more time together. When they’re both inside Twyla’s house, Twyla turns to her Alexis and gives her a shy smile.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asks.

“Just some water, please and thank you,” Alexis says, taking a seat on the couch.

“Of course.” Twyla heads to the kitchen and grabs a couple of glasses from the cupboard, filling them. Reentering the living room, her breath catches when her gaze lands on Alexis. She looks so right sitting there on Twyla’s couch, a big smile on her face. She can’t believe how lucky she is. Still, there’s some stuff they need to hash out before they can move forward.

Twyla hands over the glass and Alexis murmurs her thanks before setting it down on a coaster on the coffee table.

“We should probably talk about relationship stuff now, right? Make sure we’re both on the same page?” Alexis says.

Chuckling, Twyla replies, “That’s actually just what I was thinking.”

Alexis looks relieved. “Oh good! See, we’re already on the same page.”

“I guess we should first figure out what we are to each other,” Twyla begins. “I know we said we were girlfriends when we were talking to Candace, but we were sort of caught up in the moment.”

“Right,” Alexis says, a funny look on her face. “Well, I want to be your girlfriend. For real.”

Twyla’s lips spread into a wide smile. “I want to be your girlfriend for real too.”

Looking relieved, Alexis reaches forward and laces their fingers together. “I’m glad. I really want to date you, Twyla. I want to be with you and only you.”

Twyla brings Alexis’ hand up to her mouth and lays a light kiss there. “I want to be with only you too. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time now.”

Alexis squeezes her eyes shut. “Me too,” she admits. Opening her eyes, Twyla sees that her eyes are misty. “I knew I was bisexual and found women attractive, but I’d never had feelings for one before you.”

“Wow,” Twyla says, her voice filled with awe. “That is actually incredibly flattering.”

Alexis giggles, laying a hand on her chest. “Anyone I’ve ever had feelings for should be flattered,” she jokes.

Giving Alexis’ hand a gentle squeeze, Twyla says, “Don’t even joke about that. It is an honor that you like me.”

Alexis gives her a crooked smile. “Well, okay, if you say so.”

Returning her smile, Twyla says, “I do say so.”

They gaze into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Finally, Alexis says, “I really want to kiss you again.”

“Then kiss me,” Twyla replies, leaning forward a little. “This is my permission for you to kiss me whenever you want to.”

Their lips meet and it’s even better than it was before. There’s no one to put a show on for, no one to interrupt them. Alexis’ hand finds the back of Twyla’s head, cupping it. Twyla scoots closer until her chest bumps into Alexis’. It’s a bit awkward because they’re both sitting down next to each other, but Twyla doesn’t mind in the least. She just wants to keep touching Alexis for as long as Alexis allows her to. She’s just not sure how far Alexis wants to take things tonight, if she wants to stick to kissing or to actually have sex. Twyla is definitely okay with either, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about Alexis’ naked body pressed against her own.

Pulling back, Twyla laces her fingers with Alexis’ and says. “There’s something we still need to talk about.”

“Sex?” Alexis guesses. She bites her lip and her eyes dart back down to Twyla’s lips.

Twyla nods. “I don’t know how far you want to take things tonight. Obviously we don’t have to do anything more than kiss. I’d be perfectly happy with that.”

“I would too - I love kissing you - but I also kinda want to tonight. If that’s okay with you. I’ve been thinking about touching you for so long,” Alexis admits.

“Me too,” Twyla replies. She shivers and squeezes her eyes shut as her fantasies flash through her mind.

Alexis chuckles. “I know what you’re thinking about,” she teases.

“Can you blame me?” Twyla says with a laugh. “You’re so beautiful.”

Twyla watches as color blooms across Alexis’ cheeks. “You’re beautiful too, Twy.” Looking determined, she squeezes Twyla’s hand and says, “Take me to your bedroom.”

They lose their shoes by the door and then Twyla leads her upstairs. In the bedroom, Twyla moves around the room and lights a few candles. She leaves the lights off, just imagining the way the candlelight will bounce off of Alexis’ bare skin. She shivers again at the thought.

They come together, lips meeting and arms wrapping around each other. Twyla grabs her hips and draws her in, grinding their pelvises together. It’s so good that she has to squeeze her thighs together.

“Turn around,” Twyla whispers. Alexis complies, giving Twyla a lingering look as she turns. Twyla grabs the zipper on the back of Alexis’ dress and slowly draws it down. More and more lovely skin is revealed. Grasping the two halves of the dress, Twyla parts them and lets the dress slide down Alexis’ arms, her body. She steps out of the dress and turns around.

She stands before Twyla in only a part of purple silky underwear and a matching lace bra. God, she looks so good. Her skin is smooth and taut, her hips subtly curving out and tapering down into thighs toned from running. Alexis quickly unhooks her bra and tosses it aside. Twyla spends several moments just admiring her.

“My eyes are up here,” Alexis says after clearing her throat. She has a cheeky expression on her face. Her cheeks are pink again. Clearly, she enjoys the way Twyla looks at her.

Twyla grins, looking her in the eye. “And what lovely eyes they are,” she murmurs. Twyla moves to step closer but Alexis places a hand on her chest, holding Twyla in place.

“Nope, it’s your turn to get undressed. I want to see you.” Alexis watches as Twyla grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up over her body. She drops it on the floor and then reaches around her back to unhook her bra. She wishes she would have worn something a little nicer - she never thought the night would end with Alexis in her bedroom - but Alexis doesn’t seem to mind at all by the way her eyes roam Twyla’s body.

Alexis gasps when Twyla pulls off her bra. “Like I said,” she whispers. “Beautiful.”

They come together, bare skin pressing into bare skin. Alexis’ body feels like silk against Twyla and it makes her moan. They stand there and kiss for a few minutes. Finally, Alexis pulls back and says, “I want you to make me feel good now.”

Twyla vigorously nods. Alexis gets on the bed, lying in the very center. Twyla just looks at her for a moment before following and straddling her. They grind their hips together and it feels so good. Twyla wants more of it, but first she’ll give Alexis what she wants. First, she’ll make her feel good.

She begins to press kisses along her collar bone, working her way down to Alexis’ breasts. Her nipples are big and rosy and feel good in Twyla’s mouth. She sucks on them, lightly nips them, using her finger to squeeze the one her mouth isn’t on. Alexis moans beneath her, her hips leaving the bed and seeking friction. Twyla gives it to her, rubbing her palm over Alexis’ pubic bone. Alexis’ underwear is damp and Twyla can’t wait to get them off of her.

She continues kissing her way down Alexis’ body, sucking on her thighs and teasing them with gentle touches. “More,” Alexis demands. Twyla almost wants to ignore Alexis’ request and go on teasing her, but there’s plenty of time for that later.

Twyla acquiesces, grabbing the top of Alexis’ underwear and pulling them down. Her pubic hair is a medium brown color and stark against Alexis’ skin. Grasping a knee in each hand, Twyla spreads her legs even farther apart, spreading Alexis open for her. Her pussy is lovely, all wet and pink. She leans down and inhales the musk of her.

Her tongue darts out and licks up a long stripe from the opening of her vagina to her clit. The sounds Alexis makes are fantastic, enough to make Twyla squeeze her legs together again. Twyla licks again, teasing at Alexis’ entrance, enjoying the taste of her. She sucks at Alexis’ labia before she finally reaches her clit and flicks her tongue over it. Alexis shouts, her hands coming down to grab Twyla’s head. Twyla hums her approval. She loves when a woman grabs her head like that. Twyla builds a rhythm, slowly increasing the speed of her licks. She alternates between that and sucking on Alexis’ clit.

“I’m so close,” Alexis moans. Twyla keeps doing what she’s doing as Alexis cries out, her legs clamping around Twyla’s ears. She licks her until Alexis feebly pushes her head away from her. Grinning to herself, Twyla crawls next to Alexis and takes her in her arms.

“That was amazing.” Alexis’ voice is hoarse and it makes Twyla feel good to know she pleased her.

“I’m glad.” She presses a kiss to Alexis’ temple, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. It makes Alexis giggle.

After a moment, Alexis says, “Lay back.” So Twyla does, lying down next to her. Alexis rolls onto her side and runs her fingers over Twyla’s body. She pinches at Twyla’s nipples before coming to rest over Twyla’s underwear. One brush across Twyla’s clit and she comes hard.

Two days later, Twyla is behind the counter at the diner. She heard through the grapevine that Candace left town the day before, leaving the mess from the party for her parents to clean up. Twyla almost went over to offer her assistance, but Alexis gave her this look and they ended up making out on her couch instead.

She staples a receipt onto the bag of a to-go order George just put in the window and sets it on the counter.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” Alexis asks from her seat at the counter. She has her laptop and day planner in front of her and idly sips a coffee. The smile she gives Twyla is enough to make Twyla blush. Alexis notices and grins.

“I have everything to make vegetarian lasagna,” Twyla replies. She also has a nice bottle of wine and a bunch of popcorn. A movie night cuddled up on the couch sounds nice. She says as much to Alexis who beams at her.

“I’d love that!” Alexis fidgets with her pen for a minute, clearly contemplating what she plans to say next. “So I told David about us this morning. And I told my parents I’m bi.”

“Wow,” Twyla says, taking Alexis’ hand in hers. “That was really brave of you.”

“It wasn’t as hard to do as I thought it might be. Everyone was really understanding. David and Patrick actually invited us over for dinner tomorrow night.” Alexis looks worried, like she thinks Twyla might say no.

No, Twyla is ecstatic. She’d never pressure Alexis to come out before she was ready. Still, it made her feel good that Alexis told her loved ones about her sexuality, told them about their relationship.

“That sounds like fun,” Twyla says. “Maybe I can make some cookies to bring over.”

“That would be great!” Alexis says. “Oof, this coffee is running right through me. Be right back.” She leans over the counter and kisses Twyla right there in front of half the town. Twyla knows she has a goofy grin on her face, her fingertips touching her tingling lips.

She hears a gasp from her right and turns to see Stevie standing there. “Do mine eyes deceive me or did the girl you’ve been crushing on forever just kiss you?”

Twyla gives her friend a huge grin. “Nope, that’s what you saw.”

“So what happened?” Stevie says, taking a seat at the counter and leaning forward on her elbows.

Twyla tells her all about Candace’s party and the kiss they shared there. And about the kisses they shared afterward too. She stops talking before she reveals too many details.

“I’m so happy for you, Twyla,” Stevie says, looking genuinely pleased.

They chat for a minute before Stevie says, “Well, I need to get back to the Rosebud. I’m just here to pick up my order.”

Twyla hands it over. “Free of charge,” she tells her friend. Sure, she has a business to run but she’s just so happy today. Besides, Stevie was the one who encouraged her to go after Alexis. She deserves a treat.

“Was that Stevie?” Alexis asks as she reclaims her seat.

“Yup,” Twyla says, taking Alexis’ hand back into hers. “She said she’s really happy for us.”

The smile Alexis gives her is so lovely. “I’m really happy for us too.”

#schitt's creek #schitt's creek femslash #schitt's creek fanfic #femslash february #alexis x twyla #my writing

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ikemensengokufandom · 4 years

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I have no intention to reblog her post on tumblr but you guys can see how self-entitled this woman is.

Firstly, the way you phrased "I have my rights to voice out my opinions as a whaler." You DID NOT indicated that "how unnatural it looks" or "angle seems odd" from the beginning.

FYI, you're the one who started this comment thread?

^ Need a reminder? Here you go 🙂

Secondly, you said you spent money on the game, but not to be passed off with such manner with the art. Excuse me, did you even know what's the baseline and how does it actually works within the industry? Your first respond was "They photoshopped it" instead of what you explained about the unnatural pose etc.

Firstly, not just PAPER but in EVERY aspect of the gaming industry, reuse of material is somehow the norm. One way is to save cost, time just so that the developers are able to quickly produce the product.

No, I'm not siding the developer on this. But do note that they are a company themselves and it's their job to milk consumers' money, and they're not the only company that are doing that. And to justify the pricing based just on artwork just shows how plain ignorant you are because you don't just fuckin' compare the pricing based on artwork. Developers in general have to be constantly active with different servers, and not to mention the new functions they added on etc? That's how you see whether if a game is worth paying for.

And to you being a whaler and spending 10k gems and all, it's your choice whether to spend or not to spend the money. PAPER did not force anyone of the players to spend couple of hundred bucks on their game. If you have problem with it, you can don't spend any dime on it, or just give up on the event right? 🙂 sure, we all know how shit PAPER are in terms on how they treated their consumers lmfao, trust me even I have problems with them but did I rudely shut off the others just so I can argue my point to prove that I'm right just because "I'm a whaler and I spent hell lot of money so I'm the king everyone must bow down to me?" Excuse me, you are not the only spender in that game.

The reason why the admin were pissed is because you acted on your own accord with your superiority complex and pissed off the other members. Ouch, you do know that CN and EN fandom are of different culture and opinions right? The admin were not being rude towards you at the beginning, it is you who 作死 that couldn't tolerate the facts that they cared for other members in the group.

Oh and please don't use criticism as an excuse, because your first response towards the other member(s) who disagree with you was "If my comment bothers you, you may skip it." Criticsm and nick-picking are whole lot of different meaning, but instead of criticsm and learn how to tackle with it, you got salty because not all of the members accepted your so-called criticism.

While you told others to skip your comment, you on the other hand didn't follow what you've preached and in fact somehow stalked Yume's account just because she removed your comments and what you did was "Fuck you" while she is just doing her job as an admin, aka SHE CREATED THE GROUP. So what, she has no rights to rant on her OWN FACEBOOK TIMELINE RIGHT AFTER YOU CUSSED AT HER RUDELY? 🤷‍♀️

So you're salty just because she did her job and prioritize the members instead of saying "yes" to the big whaler? What logic is this excuse me? 🤷‍♀️

And FYI to the group rules:

RESPECT EVERYONE'S LIKE: Lol you didn't seem to respect other people's views and opinions from the way you spoke. You told people to skip your comment yet you have rights to voice out, like wow as if the others' opinions are inferior 🙄

NO HATE SPEECH OR BULLYING: You just told admin to "Fuck you" and had proceed to stalk her facebook timeline and posted it on public 🙂

And now you're trying to victimize yourself just so you can mislead the others? Oh no, you're not getting away for that 🙂 You started the thread, you disregard other people's view while you expect the others to respct yours with that self-entitled attitude of yours. For someone who's from Singapore like me, older than anyone of us AND a long-time player, you should be ashamed of yourself.

And one last thing I would like to add on; you argued your point AS A CONSUMER while SHE ARGUED HERS AS AN ARTIST HERSELF. You claimed that they only take side to people who followed their scared rules, so does this sound like she's taking any sides?

Oh nooo.... Don't try to get me into "don't twist my words" and "I sabotage you" or calling others "crazy, delusional" etc once you lost an argument. That bullshit and attitude of yours has been lingering for YEARS until 都看的出来了. I honestly do not want to give a shit about this, or even write a tumblr post to rebuke yours as I do not want to get involved with you again. However, after 5-6 years you still have that shit self-centered fragile heart that still wants to twist the tales and portray yourself a better person? Sorry, you don't do that towards my friends.

This is not what you did few years ago anymore. Nobody's a young, ignorant dumbfuck anymore and your same old "twist the tales" methods ain't gonna work anymore. A few members are already pissed off with you way before this minor issue, and the admins themselves have high tolerance to bear with you and not kicking you out.

Sure, leave the group, nobody cares 😂 we are thankful for that lols.

And yeah Yume blocked you because unlike you, we can just simply delete someone like you from our life instead of being vengeful as fuck. Go ahead, continue to write a long-ass twisted tales about how shit you got treated in that group, or stalk someone's facebook timeline to justify yourself. If you can rant in your platform, so can us 🙂

奉劝您老人家一句，做人善良一点。您别气坏了身子啊~ 不然就像您所说的，容颜会越来越老的，不是吗？

您要活在您自己的世界，那请便。我们这种人对您来说只会把您的地盘弄脏了~ 这样莫须有的罪名，老娘们可承担不起啊~💁‍♀️

#lovepro #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #rant #towards xingxueyue #get a reality check pls #恋与制作人 #戀與製作人 #otome #otome rant #fandom #恋とプロデューサー～EVOL×LOVE～#러브앤프로듀서

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taditernext · 3 years

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New York march resumes as Asians gather under Guo Wengui to protest

Yan Limon disinformation virus origin

During the epidemic, a wave of attacks against Asians has continued. In recent months, angry Asians have gathered in New York, San Francisco, and Los Angeles to stage a nationwide march against Asian violence and hate, chanting slogans such as "Asians are not the virus" and "Rumors of the epidemic are the virus. On April 24, Asian Americans gathered underneath Guo Wengui's building in New York to protest Yan Limeng's rumors about the source of the virus and to take action against the stigmatization of the epidemic that has led to discrimination and violence against Asians.

一、Who are the makers behind the scenes?

Since the beginning of the pandemic, Yan Limeng, a former virus researcher from Hong Kong, has staged a farce about the origin of the new coronavirus in a Chinese laboratory for her own selfish gain, orchestrated by Guo Wengui and Trump staffer Bannon, a conspiracy theory that has gained a lot of traction in the right-wing U.S. media and the Guo-funded GTV media, with content that appeals to rising anti-China sentiment in the West and distracts from the then-Trump administration's response to the outbreak failures, ultimately leading to a national surge in anti-Asian harassment and violence, with attacks often linked to the misconception that Asians were responsible for the spread of the coronavirus. The virus was first discovered in Wuhan, China, and is currently being investigated by the WHO, the current U.S. government, intelligence services, and other global governments, agencies, and the world's leading virus experts and scholars in rigorous investigations stating that they have not yet discovered where the virus originated, yet rumors of the origin of the epidemic that Guo Wengui, Bannon, and Yan Limeng were eager to concoct for their own personal gain ultimately led to incidents of discrimination and violence against Asians.

二、Unprecedented impact

Guo Wengui, Bannon, and Yan Limeng's unsubstantiated theory of the origin of the virus has caused irreparable damage to the economies of Asians and a nightmarish disaster to the personal safety of the Asian community.

Asian economic incomes are facing a huge contraction. A report released in March 2021 by the Federal Reserve Board of New York and the American Association of Retired Persons (AARP) shows that in 2019, about 9 percent of Asian American businesses are in financial "distress," slightly higher than white-owned firms (6 percent) but much lower than black-owned businesses (19 percent) and Hispanic-owned businesses (16 percent). Going into the epidemic crisis, sales of Asian American businesses fell by more than 60 percent year-over-year at the end of March, according to research by the JPMorgan Chase Institute, a larger drop than any other small business.

The personal safety of Asians is at great risk. The San Francisco-based Stop AAPI Hate received more than 2,800 firsthand reports of discrimination and abuse against Asian Americans in 2020, about 240 of which involved physical assault.The AAPI Emergency Response Network has been tracking incidents since 2020 that have a Since it began tracking hate incidents directly related to NCD, it has received more than 3,000 reports of Asian Americans being spit on, beaten, cut, and even having chemicals thrown at them. NYPD 2021 data shows a spike in hate crimes against Asians in New York City in March, totaling 31, with nine of the perpetrators mentioning the coronavirus. The other seven cases included anti-Chinese remarks, while zero were recorded in the same month in 2020. Seattle saw 14 anti-Asian hate crimes in 2020, a number that was about 55 percent higher than in 2019. In Los Angeles, hate crimes against Asians more than doubled, from seven in 2019 to 15 last year.

In their analysis, the officials noted "growing hostility toward the Chinese community. Some analysts pointed out that during the epidemic crisis, it was Guo Wengui, Bannon, and Yan Limeng's disinformation about the origin of the epidemic that caused the misunderstanding of the origin of the epidemic in the U.S. society today, which caused the conflict of ethnic groups in the U.S. society, resulting in Asian-Americans inexplicably becoming the scapegoats of discrimination and violence.

三、The march is also known as the "Protect Grandma" action

The Twitter-based "Justice Gathering Against the Stigmatization of Asians", also known as the "Protect Grandma" campaign, is based on the unprovoked beatings of Asian grandmothers in San Francisco, and the fact that the Asian community has been ridiculed at times as "you coronavirus people. "On April 24, the campaign called on Internet users to go to the residence of Guo Wengui, the perpetrator of the epidemic rumors, to defend the rights of Asian Americans. It is reported that from 9:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. that day, Asian Americans gathered under Guo Wengui's residence to protest the farce of the origin of the epidemic stigma concocted by Guo Wengui, Bannon, Yan Limeng and Luther. The marchers sang the song "Born Asian, I'm Proud" written by 14-year-old Asian American girl Phoebe, and held signs that said "Stop Asian hating" and "Shut up, don't make fake news about New Guinea pneumonia. Luther and others shut up on the rumors of the new pneumonia. During the march, more and more people joined the march, and at the peak the number of marchers reached thousands of people, chanting slogans like "Stop Asian Hate", "Please ask Guo Wengui to stop creating fake news about the epidemic to harm Asians", "Let's build the United States of America! "Let's build the United States of America together!" .....

The march was attended by people of all Asian ethnic groups, some ethnic minorities and white and indigenous people who joined the "Justice Gathering against the stigma of the epidemic that led to the brutalization of Asians". The group was discriminated against and victimized by violence. Unfortunately, the April 19 incident in which Guo Wengui's supporters violently assaulted the blogger Sinor again befell the march, with a small group of blue-clad Guo Wengui supporters (members of Guo Wengui's "New China Federation") storming directly into the march, pulling and pulling march signs without explanation, and violently assaulting marchers who did not comply. The marchers who did not comply were violently beaten, causing several of them to suffer various degrees of physical injuries.

Fourth, what else do we need to do?

(I) Anti-Hate Asian Bill Passes but Discrimination Against Asians Hard to Dissipate

On April 22, the U.S. Senate passed with a high vote the New Crown Hate Crimes Act, a bill designed to address hate crimes against Asians. Thus, significant progress has been made in the move to legislate against hatred of Asians. However, we found that in the epidemic stigma created by Guo Wengui, Bannon and Yan Limeng continues to spread online, the discrimination and violence against Asians has not stopped and has a great tendency to spread in the white national society, no matter you are elderly, young people, even if your identity is a federal police detective, as long as your identity is Asian people are likely to be violated.

On April 24, Pan Ma Yao, a 61-year-old Asian man unemployed under the epidemic, was attacked by a mob on the streets of East Harlem, New York, while picking up cans to support his family, and was left unconscious.

Related news story: Wife of Asian man stomped on NYC street pleads for justice.

On April 25, Tianyou Zheng, a 25-year-old Asian-Canadian student at the University of Alberta, claimed on Facebook that he was beaten and stabbed by an unknown man on a train.

Related Facebook content: I was attacked by a crazy stranger with a knife on the Univeristy Station platform

During a demonstration for legal racial equality, assailant Terrell Harper suddenly spoke out against New York Asian police detective Vincent Chong, using discriminatory terms against Asians and even violently threatening Vincent Chong's mother.

(2) Rumors of the epidemic must be eliminated at the source in order to better protect Asian families and loved ones

During the year of the epidemic crisis, Guo Wengui, Bannon and Yan Limeng fabricated rumors about the origin of the epidemic, like the Grim Reaper, haunted every Asian person all the time, like a basin of dirty water splashed on the head of every Asian person, Asian people suffered physical injuries and economic losses, all caused by Guo Wengui, Bannon and Yan Limeng.

Some commentators pointed out that the message and actions of the "4.24 Justice Gathering against the stigma of the epidemic that led to the brutalization of Asians" had alerted Guo Wengui, Bannon, Yan Limeng and others who created the rumors of the epidemic. Guo Wengui funded by the royal YouTube anchor Luther in the big party has not been carried out on the day (April 22 Luther on the big party activities for live commentary) said that there will be no Asian rights is just a thief's heart weak and scared of the performance; and Guo Wengui's supporters in the day into the big party activities in the procession of the marchers violent beating behavior, fully reflects the gang of thieves shouting as a thief and rogue The scoundrel's style.

The successful "4.24 Justice Gathering against the stigma of the epidemic that led to the brutalization of Asians" has made Guo Wengui, Yan Limeng and others cower like rats, but only persistent advocacy can silence the rumor mongers and protect Asians from the misunderstanding of the origin of the new epidemic in American society. The government has been working hard to protect the rights of Asian Americans. In the face of Guo Wengui's instruction for others to violently storm the march, the marchers believed that in the face of the stigmatization of the epidemic, every Asian can no longer be an innocent bystander, and that only when we are for everyone can everyone be for me.

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liyuner · 3 years

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New York march resumes as Asians gather under Guo Wengui to protest Yan Limon disinformation virus origin

一、Who are the makers behind the scenes?

二、Unprecedented impact

三、The march is also known as the "Protect Grandma" action

Fourth, what else do we need to do?

(I) Anti-Hate Asian Bill Passes but Discrimination Against Asians Hard to Dissipate

Related news story: Wife of Asian man stomped on NYC street pleads for justice.

On April 25, Tianyou Zheng, a 25-year-old Asian-Canadian student at the University of Alberta, claimed on Facebook that he was beaten and stabbed by an unknown man on a train.

Related Facebook content: I was attacked by a crazy stranger with a knife on the Univeristy Station platform

(2) Rumors of the epidemic must be eliminated at the source in order to better protect Asian families and loved ones

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yes-davisaaron-fan · 3 years

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New York march resumes as Asians gather under Guo Wengui to protest Yan Limon disinformation virus origin

一、Who are the makers behind the scenes?

二、Unprecedented impact

三、The march is also known as the "Protect Grandma" action

Fourth, what else do we need to do?

(I) Anti-Hate Asian Bill Passes but Discrimination Against Asians Hard to Dissipate

Related news story: Wife of Asian man stomped on NYC street pleads for justice.

On April 25, Tianyou Zheng, a 25-year-old Asian-Canadian student at the University of Alberta, claimed on Facebook that he was beaten and stabbed by an unknown man on a train.

Related Facebook content: I was attacked by a crazy stranger with a knife on the Univeristy Station platform

(2) Rumors of the epidemic must be eliminated at the source in order to better protect Asian families and loved ones

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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kiss my soul | (m)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut. Incubus!Namjoon.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, marijuana use, first time, unrealistically good first time bc it’s namjoon and he’s a demon lol

Summary: Namjoon needed a fix. He needed it fast before the consequences were fatal.

a/n: it’s here finally. i hope you guys semi enjoy this! let me know what you think and don’t forget to check out other stories in this collab :) this was a last minute story lol rbfgbieeifhwkf. I incorporated the first time request in this story as well.

“You sure you don’t want to come? I heard everyone is going.” Soobin is wiggling her eyebrows at you while she rummages through the same pile of clothes for the tenth time, probably thinking she’ll come across something new.

“That’s what you say every time.” You try not to be rude and roll your eyes at her but it was true. This wasn’t the first party she had said the exact same thing about. Finally grabbing the little black dress she’d been eyeing, she’s plopping on the bed next to you, almost knocking over your laptop.

“Yeah but, this time everyone will be there. Like, the seniors, football team and,” she hesitates slightly but not out of fear or uncertainty, “Kim Namjoon.” She whispers his name like it was a secret that only a few people knew in murmurs and gossip. Maybe that’s why it sends a slight shiver down your spine hearing the campus dealer’s name again. He was definitely not the crowd you mingled with. Or knew how to mingle with.

“So? It’s not like I know him…” Of course, Soobin won’t leave it alone, only sighing in exasperation when she didn’t really need to be this dramatic.

“And you never will if you stay cooped up in this room! Come on! Just go this once? You need some friends.”

“I have friends.” Your mumble is barely tangible but she has probably memorised the shape of your lips whenever they form these exact same words.

“Other than me.” Her glare can be felt on your back – that you’ve turned as she changes. She doesn’t mind you watching but you definitely did. You wouldn’t want anyone seeing you naked while you change so god knows how she can handle it.

“You know that I don’t really have problems with just one friend, right? This is why-”

“-Why you started mid-year so you wouldn’t have to be forced into making friends yeah yeah.” She’s waving her hand in dismissal but you only send her a sweet smile.

“See? You get it. Now go and have fun drinking, dancing and… whatever it is that you do there.” Soobin just scoffs at your nonchalant shrug, curling her hair while she watches you in the mirror.

After about 3 minutes, you’re starting to get jittery at her stares. “Okay, what?”

“If you go to one party with me I won’t annoy you anymore.” Exhaling, you’re actually kind of considering this. Maybe you can get her off your back about being ‘out there’ if you just show up to one.

“Fine. I’ll go but-” her face is lighting up like a hundred watt bulb until you put up your finger to slow down whatever plan is running through her head. “Not today. The next one.”

She’s shrieking as she lunges for you, hugging you tightly like you told her she won a million dollars or something. “I can accept that. Eee! I’m so excited.”

Her excitement is a little contagious and for some reason you feel yourself looking forward to actually going. Maybe it won’t be that bad after all. As long as you had her to guide you through. This was not your forte and you’d never been to any sort of party other than prom.

“Promise you won’t ditch me? I have never been to a party before.” You figured there was no way of hiding that fact anymore and judging by her face she probably expected it too.

“I won’t! But I honestly can’t understand how you’ve been so oblivious to the social side of college or even high school. Did you guys not have parties?”

“Well, my town was pretty small. And my mom is very,” you try to find the right words that don’t sound as harsh as they did in your mind, “conservative. So I didn’t really do much back home.” Shrugging your shoulders, you feel the wave of nostalgia crash when you remember the simpler life back home a couple hours from your university and even a slight disdain for your mother for keeping you so sheltered that just even the thought of attending a gathering of people outside of class gave you anxiety.

“Hey, it’s okay. This is college and you’re far away from your mom. So, time to do everything that you were told not to.” Her eyebrows are wiggling again and you can’t help but laugh at her goofy face.

“No thanks. I’ll stick to trying to have my first drink. Or not. I hope I don’t die.” Could one die from having a drink of alcohol in their 20s? Was that too late?

“Oh stop. You’ll be fine. You have to try everything once okay?” you opt for paying attention to the laptop screen as you take notes from the lecture that you missed.

“Y/N!”

“Fine! Gosh. As long as they aren’t narcotics, I’ll… give it a try? Wait not. I’m scared.” You lean back, making a horrified face when the image of you passed out on some fraternity’s couch floods your brain. Okay maybe you have a completely wrong perception of college culture.

“No need to.” Soobin is getting up to finish up her makeup as she continues. “As long as you get the stuff from Namjoon, you’ll be on cloud 9 babe. He’s the real deal.”

In the few months you’ve been here, you’ve heard the mysterious name more than a dozen times and all those times, it had been in whispers. You had yet to see him up close because the glimpse you got the other week while you were coming back to your dorm from the pharmacy was too good to be true. All his angles had been sharp as glass, lips plump and made you bite yours, body proportions that you’d only seen on super models in the many magazines Soobin read. He was so beautiful you’d stopped in your tracks until your eyes had locked with his own, catching you staring at him like a fool. You remembered the way all the blood in your body had rushed to your cheeks and yet, all this movement of your blood in your body didn’t translate in to your limbs moving with it. You’d been frozen on spot, looking back in to his dark eyes until Soobin had clutched your arm, shrieking in your ear about Kim Namjoon.

Maybe you saw him at night so he looked better than he actually was? You’re hoping that’s true because you’re not sure you can really enjoy a party he’s at since your body seems to grow restless around his presence. It’s like it knows that Namjoon is in close proximity. He makes your blood sing and you want nothing more than to get closer.

“Who exactly.. is he?” Soobin is taking in a sharp breath as if just remembering him brings her great gratification.

“He’s a senior in Music. Resident dealer that has a seemingly endless supply of weed. But he adds something to it. No one knows what it is but it’s damn good. Plus, he only sleeps with you if it’s your first time. In fact, I lost my virginity to him. It was almost…. Supernatural.”

Her sigh of contentment is very telling when she doesn’t say anything else for the next few minutes, seeming to be in deep thought remembering the said moment. Your own cheeks are going red at the mention of losing virginity because you certainly haven’t lost yours yet.

“What if it’s harmful? Do people not care?” She shrugs again.

“Nothing has happening to anyone yet. His older brother dealt the same thing. Plus, it’s not like he’s forcing you to take it. Unsurprisingly, his clientele is mostly females since most of the guys hate that he pulls.”

“That sounds very cliché. Hot guy every other guy hates and every girl loves? There must be a catch.”

“There is. I just told you about it. He only sleeps with virgins.” She’s pouting at you like it’s such a great inconvenience for her that she isn’t.

“But why?” You couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that a very experienced man would want to sleep with very inexperienced women. You thought it was the exact opposite?

“I don’t know.” She seems to be thinking over that fact for the first time too. Like she hadn’t questioned it before. “I don’t know of anyone who’s slept with him twice. Oh other than Hyuna. Though she’s hot on another level so I can see why he would say yes to her. I’d totally bang her.”

Your cheeks are screaming once again at the mention of the – yes, insanely attractive – female. She seemed to hang around that crowd too since you never really saw her outside of that group. Only glimpses.

“Are they dating by any chance?” While you talk to Soobin, you open another tab on your laptop, typing the two names that you both were having a conversation about and bookmark the facebook page that shows up. You’ll have to look these people up if you were going to come face to face with them. Soobin’s snort however, snaps you out of your little bookmark spree and you close the lid shut when she walks to the side where her heels and other shoes were lined up.

“No way. She is just like Namjoon. She sleeps with guys once and then moves on. Maybe Namjoon is just one of those guys who’s all in to purity and shit.”

“Weird.” You can’t help but mumble as you think over her response.

“Weird but hot. If only he’d let me in his pants again.” She’s groaning as you roll your eyes once more at her. She always sounds like she’s in chronic pain when she isn’t getting laid.

“It can’t have been that much better than other guys you’ve… been with.” You wince at your hesitation. Hoping to not offend her but she just giggles in response.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to be mad at you for little things like this y/n. And to answer your question,” she falls back down on the bed once again as she stairs up at the ceiling wistfully, “Yes. It was. It’s like I don’t remember anything at all but at the same time I do. It was almost… magical. I know it sounds cheesy but I can just remember that it was the best night of my life.”

You’re so pulled in to her story, leaning your head on your palms as you listen to her recall her first time. Would it be like this for you too? Would he be that great?

“Is someone thinking about doing the dirty with Namjoon?” She’s whistling at your reddening face and you don’t even try to deny the fact that you’d been fantasising about it.

“W-When you say it like that.” You don’t meet her inquisitive eyes as she just laughs, turning her gaze back to the ceiling and pulling you with her so you both stared up like the white paint held some sort of profound meaning and answers to life.

“I felt like I was high but I don’t remember taking anything before. Maybe I did? I don’t know. I just felt like I was floating and it didn’t hurt at all. Felt really sore the next day though.” She turned to face you, making a face in distaste.

“My head hurt like a bitch and I had to like, take a few days and rest. But that was probably my hangover.” Soobin just shrugs and gets up, putting on her high heels and grabbing her purse.

“My point is, you’re lucky you have the option to have your first time with someone like Namjoon.”

“I-I never said I wanted to.” You’re getting up from the bed to lock the door once she’s gone. Hoping that you’ve made a face strict enough that she believes you even just a little bit that you didn’t want anything physical to do with Kim Namjoon. He sounded like…. Too much for you.

“You say that now. We’ll see! Bye, don’t wait up!” She’s giggling as she runs off with the other girls standing and waiting in the hallway.

“I won’t.” You’re just mumbling to yourself as you close the door, heart slightly pounding and you’d only been just talking about the mysterious Namjoon.

Not long after, you’re climbing back on to your bed, bringing the bookmarked tabs back up as Namjoon’s sultry eyes appear once again. Scrolling through his profile, the information there is limited. You don’t find much more than just a picture that had been uploaded 4 years ago. Had he not changed it? Maybe he wanted it that way because of the ‘business’ he was involved in. There are a couple of other pictures taken in the same year with Hyuna and a few other men that you recognize from campus as well. You’d only seen them around once or twice but never at day time either. It was obvious they were a clique.

In each photo, Namjoon seemed to look intensely at the camera. You’re mesmerized momentarily, just by a picture. Watching his droopy eyes looking right back at you. What was is about his eyes that reeled you in so? You never wanted to look away and yet you wanted to scroll away at the same time. In fact, all the men in the picture gazed intensely at the camera lens as if they knew someone was looking back at them. Just imagining that face above yours sends a shiver down your spine and quickly, you’re exiting out of the tab. Too overwhelmed. If you were going to feel this overwhelmed from just one picture that maybe you couldn’t do this.

You were probably over thinking it. Maybe you won’t even come in to contact with him at all. And who said he’ll even take a liking to you? You were pretty average in all aspects. Yeah maybe a little above average in your studies but that was it, really. So it probably won’t be the way you were thinking. Like he was going to pick you, specifically, out of the crowd and ask to take away your virginity.

“Namjoon.” Unknowingly, you’d been whispering his name as thoughts of him ran through your head. Why was there such little information about him online when so many people seem to know him? You didn’t understand.

You phone pings indicating you’d received a message. Bringing up your phone, you see a photo message from Soobin. Clicking on the image to load, her smiling face pops up with a couple of other girls from your area standing beside her, smiling up at the camera. Smiling, you’re just about to lock your phone again until a certain pair of eyes have you doing a double take at the photo.

Clicking the image and dragging two of your fingers apart to enlarge the photo, you can clearly see Namjoon’s familiarly intense eyes peering in to yours. Your blood runs cold just for a moment as you blink a few times to make sure he was actually looking at the camera or just somewhere beside. But even blinking a few times doesn’t make the intense pair of eyes go away or look somewhere else. He was definitely looking in to the camera.

Your eyebrows furrow at how eerie it was that you’d been just looking at his photos and now.. he was looking in to the camera like he knew the photo was being sent to you. Like he knew… your phone is suddenly dropping from your clutch as you bring your hands up to your mouth, eyes wide. Wait could he know? What if there was some sort of software that told you who was looking at your page? Was your webcam hacked? You shake your head at that thought when you see the band aid on the camera lens. No way anyone was able to see anything. You were just being paranoid. This is why you didn’t want to go outside and socialise.

“This is exactly why you have to socialise!” Soobin is shrieking at you – while you try not to bleed out of your ears - as she curls your hair. It was a week after you’d agreed to attend one of the many parties held at the frats every Saturday. Soobin had come home last week and hadn’t been able to shut up since about how boring the party was since Namjoon and his crew of attractive men were apparently not there despite you having seen him in the background of the picture you saw. When you’d tried to show her what you meant, she’d still hadn’t been able to see his sparkly eyes in the background. Much of your time had been spent since then to try and convince her that Namjoon was definitely there in the photo.

“I don’t see him y/n. You just want him so badly that you’re seeing things.” She’s singing mockingly – playfully – as she curls the last few bits of your long hair. You were wearing the shortest dress you owned – it reached just above the knees – and unsurprisingly, it was white. The tops were lace that framed your décolletage modestly. The only ‘immodest’ thing you could see that your mother would definitely scold you about were the spaghetti straps. It was the closest thing you owned to a dress that didn’t look like you were going to church. Which you still hadn’t gone to ever since you’d arrived in the city. You really needed to go to the nearest community church and introduce yourself. Your mother’s incessant voice was scolding and shaming you in the back of your head the longer you stalled. Tomorrow you definitely will.

“I’m not! I don’t know what’s wrong with your eyes. He is in the back it’s so obvious.” You can’t help the pout when you’re trying to convince her for the thousandth time that you saw him looking straight in the camera but somehow she can’t see him. You hadn’t even told her about the dreams you’d had of him every night this past week. Watching yourself walk a dimly lit pathway in a strange building until you reached the room he sat in. Every dream ended as soon as you opened the door, never being able to quite have good look apart from a glimpse of Namjoon’s face.

“Y/n, he wasn’t even there so I don’t know how you saw him let alone him looking straight in to the camera. Don’t you think I would’ve noticed him when I was sending it to you?”

You shrug, wincing when she pulls on a tendril a little too hard. “Maybe you were too drunk.”

“I wish. It was pretty tame and boring last week. So no. I wasn’t drunk.” She’s glaring at you through the mirror while you just avert your gaze. Maybe you were confused… hm.

“Okay! All done. Now, let me quickly change and we’ll go.” She’s scurrying off to change in the bathroom for once and you just look at the final result in the mirror.

You looked pretty but still you. You who was very unaware and ignorant to the life you were about to go experience. Maybe you should adjust the way you stand so you don’t look completely like a fish out of water?

“What are you doing weirdo.” Soobin is chuckling behind you while you quickly straighten up.

“I don’t know. I look so… me. I feel like ‘I’m a virgin’ is written across my forehead or something.”

“You’re fine babe.” She’s squeezing your shoulder from behind as she smiles kindly at you. She was gorgeous. She looked gorgeous in no matter what she wore so maybe it was easy for her to say. But nonetheless, your nerves ease enough for you to grab your purse as you both lock hands and walk out.

When you both arrive, the heavy bass can be almost felt from outside the building. Crowds of people loitering the front porch and your nerves are already kicking in.

“Soo…,” you sound just as unsure as you felt. There were bodies everywhere and you could feel your anxiety about to kick in. You were so out of depth.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’ll be fun!” She’s smiling widely at you as she grabs your hand, leading you inside ahead of you. Both of you have to slide between bodies of strangers who are dancing, drinking or doing both. While Soobin seems to slither away with ease as she smiles charmingly, saying hi to some and ‘excuse me’ to some, you feel the exact opposite. You’re sure your face looks horrified to some degree and the curious looks from other people just confirms your suspicion.

“Gosh, it’s packed today!” She’s looking around happily, having to scream a little so you can hear her.

“Y-Yeah.” Your nervous laugh goes unnoticed in the loud booming noise of the sultry music.

“I’m glad you came with me this week and not last.” She’s laughing as she flips her hair, watching the two boys who were looking her way ever since you two stopped near anther hallway.

“Yeah I’m not so sure..” looking around, you don’t see a single familiar face. You can definitely feel people looking at you and probably how out of place you looked but that could also be your brain making you overthink.

“Don’t flake out on me now. I’ll go get us a drink!” Before you can stop her she’s disappeared off to probably where the drinks table was. You remember seeing it when you entered but there were too many people here to figure out on your own where it was. Thinking it safer to stay put than wander around, you lean back against the wall, trying to look around insouciantly at the crowd. As soon as you lock eyes with one of the boys dancing on the floor, your gaze is turning down and you take out your phone to fiddle with it while waiting for Soobin.

Unknowingly, you pull up the picture that she had sent last week and instantly, you can see Namjoon’s eyes once more.

“How…,” you keep exiting out of the messages app and entering again just to make sure you weren’t seeing things. And you definitely weren’t. Where was Soobin? You needed to show her this. Looking up, you walk forward a little bit, hoping to see her among the crowd but you can’t see anything in this dim light. What you do see, however, is how familiar the hallway besides you looked. Trying to rake your brain for answers, you decide to have a look. Why did it feel like you’d been here before when this was your first time coming to this frat house?

You walk a little further towards the darker hallway, lit with a dim yellow light right at the end of it. All breath is sucked out of you when you realise where you’d seen it before. Every marking on the wall starts to come back to you when you remember the exact place you’d been dreaming about this past week. You can feel the skin of your arm raising up in goosebumps, mouth running dry as you continue to stare. How did you dream about a place you’d never seen before? How was this possible. What was even more eerie was how your body had started to take you further in to the hallway as if moving on its own accord. You find yourself bracing your hands against the walls as you walk forward, reaching the end of the hallway. With every step, you felt yourself growing calmer and calmer.

Why did you feel like this was what you were supposed to do? You didn’t even know where you were going but your feet seemed to. Somehow, you’d lost all control of your body and you weren’t nearly as scared as you thought you would be. Turning to the right where you saw a door, just like in your dream, you walk further towards it. Your fingers reach forward on the handle as you gulp in the saliva that had pooled in your mouth all of a sudden. When you open the door, even though you know to some extent what will greet you, you still close your eyes, afraid that this unnerving coincidence was not that at all. A coincidence.

“Hello, y/n.” The deep, euphonious voice sends a shiver down your spine so violently that you’re stumbling forward in the room, breath held but eyes finally open and coming face to face with Namjoon. How did you know he would be here? How did he know your name? Did he know you were coming in? He sure sounded like he was expecting you. And just as you had expected before, you were awestruck at his beauty and once again, his sharpest and the most attractive feature were his smouldering eyes. Looking at you like he wanted to devour you.

“H-Hi?”

“She’s cute.” Your head jerks towards the female voice and the blush creeps up on your skin furiously when you see her on the lap of another man who you would think looked a bit forlorn with her on his lap if it wasn’t for the possessive way he was holding on to her.

“And all mine.” Namjoon sounds even more menacing than he looks while the girl in question, who you recognize as Hyuna, just smirks and resumes placing kisses on the boy’s long neck. You should be turning away and running out. This was no place for you with Namjoon sitting on the couch, legs splayed like he owned the place while unfamiliar girls sat at each side, kissing his neck, caressing his hair.

This was too scandalous for you and yet your eyes took in their every lustful look. “Come on. Don’t be shy, y/n.”

Something about his smile is so reassuring and has such a calming effect on you once again that you’re walking forward with ease, almost in a trance until you come to a halt in front of him. What was happening to you? You were being so reckless and yet, you physically couldn’t stop yourself. For all you knew, he could be a murderer. Oh god.

It’s not until you’ve been tugged down on his lap that you snap out of your inner monologue and notice the thick smoke surrounding you, lacing the air that you breathe in. It didn’t reek heavily of marijuana and you wonder if it’s because of that ‘secret’ ingredient that Soobin said Namjoon used. When his hands slither around your waist, you can feel your flesh getting covered in goosebumps, skin feeling like it had been electrified where he touched. Your back straightened slightly at the contact, in turn pushing out your chest involuntarily closer to his.

“H-How do you know m-my name?” Namjoon just continues to stare you down, a playful smile on his lips as his other hand also clambers up your thigh where your dress had ridden up a fair bit.

“Don’t be like this, love. You know we’ve met before.” Your breathing had picked up significantly and you think you might faint as your mind wanders back to the strange dreams you’ve been having. And the photo… Namjoon has not broken character. He’s as put together as you’re about to lose it. His warm hands caressing your back and thigh are not helping. Not to forget the salacious noises coming from Hyuna and her boytoy who are now locked in a heavy embrace.

“T-That’s not possible. I-I have to go. I-” you’re shaking your head while closing your eyes for just a second to gather your thoughts. Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea.

“Y/n.” Your body halts where it is on his lap at his commanding tone. “Sit. Here, take this, darling.”

You can see him reaching besides him where the smoking cigarette lay, almost looking like a cigar, before bringing the sweet smelling stick towards you. Namjoon makes sure to keep his eyes locked on to yours when he parts his luscious lips, wrapping them tantalising around the thick object and takes in a deep drag while his eyes close as well. It’s the single most erotic thing you’d seen tonight. Or maybe ever. You’re mesmerised as you watch him hold in the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds before he’s bringing his face even closer to yours and then blowing the smoke gently, right on to your face.

Your eyes close on instinct, anticipating a foul smell or for your eyes to burn. But as surprising as everything else tonight, no such thing happens. Instead, you can feel yourself breathing the sweet yet earthy scent in even deeper, lungs seeming to not be able to get enough of the thick smoke inside. When your eyes open, you find Namjoon’s sparkling ones staring right at you.

“You want more?” There is no question about you being under the influence of something at this stage. Whatever it was that Namjoon was making you inhale – it was messing with your brain and making you that much more receptive to everything that was happening. You didn’t feel the need to suddenly get up and go. Instead, your hands found purchase on the silk of his shirt as he took in another deep drag of the cigar. You had your eyes closed, ready for the gust of smoke to hit your nostrils but instead, you feel Namjoon’s nimble fingers taking a hold of your chin as your eyes fall open in surprise.

The next thing he does almost makes you faint but you just hang on to him tighter, knuckles turning white as he taps his fingers on to your lips in a signal for you to part them. Your eyes are wide, a small moan escaping your mouth that’s painted red and then – Namjoon is exhaling the thick translucent smoke right in to your mouth. You could feel the warmth of his lips that almost touched yours and the closeness only makes you yearn to have them locked with yours.

“You liked that baby?” Every movement from his mouth can faintly be felt on your lips – that’s how close he is. But for some reason, he doesn’t close the distance. Though the strange wetness between your thighs makes you want to rub them together until you would no doubt chafe them. Your shifting on his lap however, has him looking down with you but he doesn’t look as clueless as you. Instead, he’s biting his lip, a heavy hand running down your thigh before running up on the insides of it – dangerously close to your white cotton panties. If you’d known you’d be lured in to Namjoon’s sex dungeon, you would’ve worn something sexier.

The thought has your eyes going wide – remembering Soobin’s words.

He only sleeps with virgins.

Did he plan to have sex with you? Were you ready for that?

Before you can comprehend anything else, you’re blurting out the words as they form on your tongue while the smoke has clouded your brain, giving you courage you otherwise wouldn’t have. “A-Are you going to h-have sex with me?”

His body is rumbling with the laugh that he lets out, head tilting slightly backwards revealing the long column of his throat. You never thought someone just merely laughing – and at you no less – could look this picturesque. His hands have started to play with the hem of your dress while you wait for him to reply. When he finally looks back at you, the playfulness is replaced with something more carnal.

“Do you want me to?” Did you? Your body was humming with need when just an hour ago you weren’t even sure you wanted to stay at the party.

Namjoon’s hand that had been on your thigh was now drawing irregular shapes on the exposed skin, making it harder for you to think straight when each touch of his finger sent a jolt of need straight to your core.

“You don’t exactly have the luxury to choose Namjoon. Don’t be a fool and stop playing with your food.”

Once again you’d forgotten that Hyuna was right behind you but when you see her walking towards the door with the man she’d been with, your nerves come back at the prospect of being left alone with Namjoon. Were you safe here? What did she mean by food? All these questions are running through your head as everyone leaves the room one by one until you’re left completely alone with Namjoon.

He’s staring at you like he wants to devour you and you wonder if Hyuna meant that figuratively. How else could she possibly mean?

“Don’t be scared, love. I’m very gentle.” The way he tilts his head, a small grin on his face – it all makes you forget whatever it was that you were worried about. The burning needs is even more noticeable now as Namjoon’s large hands slip down to your bottom, pulling on your hips to slide you further up his lap.

“Lift up for me, y/n.” His voice is even while your breathing is not. You’ve never been in a compromising position like this with another man let alone one as attractive, terrifying and mysterious as him. Now that your legs were on either side of his body, your dress had all but been shifted up your ass most likely exposing your cotton panties. Not only that but the dampness of your panties was very much getting worse – Namjoon probably able to feel your arousal if he just slipped his hand a little further down. At this point, you were trying to not faint in his lap while under the influence of whatever the mysterious cigar had been – yet, you’re not feeling frightened or even the slightest worry. Instead, the excitement is bubbling deep within your core making you squirm under his heavy gaze.

“You smell divine little bird.” His hands have started to caress your back, fingers dancing along your spine while his gaze holds yours hostage. If you thought staring at his eyes through a photo was overwhelming – looking in to the dark irises now was an entirely different experience. The pounding of your heart is intense and loud – being able to feel your chest ‘thud’ with every beat.

A breath leaves escapes when Namjoon’s hands put pressure on the curve of your back, making your body move in a provocative rhythm with the heavy, muted music that can be heard from outside, making the actions even more wicked. The steady trickle of arousal from your core making your underwear stick to the contours of your pussy as the bundle of nerves situated above grazed the denim of Namjoon’s tight jeans with every roll of your hips. Soon enough, you’ve started to control the rhythm on your own as wicked desire has taken a hold of all of your senses – all worry and apprehension long dissipated in to the thick smoky air.

“N-Namjoon.” His name falls from your lips like a plea and his smirk only deepens as he sits back, settling in to the plush couch while a hand stays at the curve of your back to guide each movement.

“Hmm… you’re really good at this despite your inexperience little bird.” The pet name has you even more bothered. The seemingly innocent nickname rolling off a lot more alluringly from his tongue.

The hardness laying heavy between your legs was the testament to how effected he was too and that was where any indication of how much he was affected – ended. The sensual man looking you over like you’re his personal entertainer was only urging you on further in the roll of your hips. Never having felt any sensations like this before – you’re drunk on the pheromones in the air that was becoming smokier and smokier as Namjoon took deep inhales of the cigar. Your hands are clutching desperately on to Namjoon’s silk shirt with each roll of your hips – not being able to stop the inevitable.

Leaning forward, Namjoon is wrapping his hand around your hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head backwards as he moves even closer. For a mere moment, you could cry with joy thinking he’ll finally kiss you. But alas, the wait is still on as he only exhales the thick smoke in your mouth, dragging his other hand down the middle of your chest as if he was tracing the pathway the smoke was taking inside of you.

“Please,” you didn’t know what you were asking for but for some reason this burning need had replaced the steadily growing arousal. It’s like with every inhale of the thick, sweet smoke, you were becoming desperate for something unknown, something you didn’t know you needed. However, Namjoon seemed to know exactly what he’s doing when he’s sliding off a strap of your dress of your shoulder, pressing hot open mouthed kisses up the column of your throat.

“It’ll be such a shame to ruin you.” His plush lips press a searing kiss underneath your earlobe, sending a chill down your spine. “But I have no choice. I’ve been waiting too long for you.”

Maybe If you weren’t so focused on trying to relieve the growing ache in your core, you would notice Namjoon’s dangerous words. But his actions and words didn’t corroborate each other. Where his words were somewhat threatening and worrying, his touch was soft and sensual – eating away at your rationality until you were a shivering mess in his lap. Your soft groans and needy whimpers only egg him on as he slides the other strap down your shoulder too.

Where you couldn’t even change in front of Soobin – you were being undressed by a man you barely knew and somehow you didn’t care. In a haste – you’re clawing at his shirt, trying to reveal some skin you could taste yourself. Never having been this bold – you even surprise yourself when you start unbuttoning Namjoon’s shirt.

“Slow down little bird. We have all the time in the world.” His chuckle doesn’t do much to halt your actions. Instead, you’re hurriedly popping off each button, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest and tight abdominal muscles. With his hair pushed back, eyes heavy – he looks like the definition of an angel. His skin is somehow almost glowing and you want nothing more than to cover it with your kisses.

“P-Please. I-I need-” Namjoon slides his hands inside your dress, dragging the fabric upwards until you lift up your arms to let him take it off completely.

“What do you need, y/n? Where do you need me?” He doesn’t sound like he genuinely wants to know. You can tell he just wants to make you say aloud. Say things aloud you never thought you would ask for let alone let some stranger do to you.

“Y-you. I need… you- oh.” Namjoon has started to palm one of your heaving breasts – pulling on the nipple through your white bra.

“Where, little bird? Where do you want me?” His reverberating growl makes another trickle of arousal escape, soiling your panties and no doubt staining his pants too.

Taking his hand that’s on your chest and dragging it downwards until it rests just above your underwear band. If you thought Namjoon’s eyes were dark and heavy before – his irises were completely black now. His pupils dilated and nostrils flaring as he looks down at your hand covering his own. “Here.”

You don’t know how you kept yourself from being a stuttering mess when asking something so completely shameless from him. No morals or ethics were currently holding you back as you asked him for what you needed. With another noise that sounded much like an inhuman growl, Namjoon’s shoving his hand inside your panties as his fingers dive straight for your slit making your head fall back as the delicious sensations have you singing.

“I can’t wait much longer but… I’ll make you feel good y/n. I’ll taste every inch of you.” You’re none the wiser when he’s growling like that, caressing your silken folds with his fingers that drag against them – relieving the pressure slightly. But that doesn’t make you want him less. A jolt of electricity goes through you when his index and middle finger slide upwards – settling on your clit and rolling it in tight circles.

“Ah! N-Namjoon I’m so c-close.” You felt like you were about to burst in to tears. So tightly wound but not being able to untie that knot somehow. Namjoon doubled his ministration, mumbling his erogenous words and promises about what he would do to you. But at no point do you ask him to stop. When his two circling fingers suddenly slip back down – your eyes are going wide at the loss of the sensations. You were so, so close.

But you don’t have to wait for too long as he’s spearing his two fingers inside your clenching entrance, making you shout aloud from the sudden thick intrusion. “Breathe, y/n. Just relax for me baby. Just like that.”

His soothing voice is enough for you to be doing exactly as he says. Your vaginal walls are relaxing around his digits as they rub your insides – nudging at that spongy spot that has you seeing stars with a shout.

“Namjoon! Oh god…” His chuckle is somehow heard through your own cries as he starts to thrust the two slickened fingers in and out.

“God won’t be able to save you now darling. Not when I’m about to have a taste…”

In an instant, Namjoon has you pushed back in to the couch, back laying on the soft velvety couch while his lithe figure loomed over you. His silk shirt open, exposing his smooth yet firm chest, hair falling forward as he supported his weight on the arm that wasn’t occupied. If you’d thought he looked beautiful before – he looked almost otherworldly now. It was as if you were in a dream – barely able to comprehend what was going on other than the intense burning in your core that seemed to flow out to the rest of your body. Your legs had fallen open, giving Namjoon full opportunity to continue his assault on your core that you welcomed. Back arching, his name falling from your lips – you revelled in the hedonistic pleasure that Namjoon was forcing inside your buzzing frame.

“That’s it little bird. Cum for me. Give me a taste, won’t you…” The slight tilt of his head as his mischievous tone asks you the rhetorical question only pushes you closer to your peak. As Namjoon continues to scissor his two fingers in and out of your pussy, your mind his becoming hazy.

“Fucking hell. You look amazing. Cum now y/n.” It’s his last growl that has you clamping your legs around his waist – crying out his name like a prayer while you spasm beneath him cumming harder than your own hand had ever made you.

Gently – Namjoon continues to thrust his fingers inside, momentarily pulling them out completely to rub your leaking fluids all around your pussy. Just when you think the burning in your core would subside – nothing of the sort happens. Instead, you can feel like desire clawing its way back in to your pussy faster than before and you’re extending your arms to bring Namjoon closer to you.

“K-Kiss me. Please, N-Namjoon…. I need-” He pulls his hand out of your panties, bringing them up to his lips as he pushes his slick, dripping fingers inside his mouth – tasting you on his tongue. A deep rumble from within his throat makes your body shiver once more and makes all the blood rush to your cheeks when he closes his eyes as well – savouring the taste. Maybe he was trying to distract you from asking him to kiss you. Whatever it was, it works as you watch him in a daze.

“I wish I could eat your pussy until you’re all I can taste but… I need you. Now.” His growl is carnal and you’re just following his every command. The buzzing in your core has become more incessant and you’re positively vibrating with need. Namjoon makes haste of his shirt, pushes down his arousal stained jeans and even before they are off – you can tell that he’s bigger than the average man. His erection stand proud and thick, the pearly white pre-cum leaking from the mushroom head as he palms himself.

You’re staring in amazement as even his own hand just barely fits around the base and it’s the first time tonight you’re having second thoughts. But Namjoon has quickly come forward, hovering on top of you again as he bites his lip.

“Take everything off little bird. I want to see all of you.” He watches you with his sparkling eyes while you unclip your bra and take off your panties that have strings of arousal keeping it from being completely torn off and Namjoon hisses at the image. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. So wet and ready for me. I’ve been waiting so long…”

There it was again. What did he mean by waiting? Waiting for you? Did you know him from somewhere else? You don’t remember telling anyone about coming to the party or even your university. So how did he know you would be here?

“Ah!” All breath is knocked out of you once again tonight when Namjoon’s warm tongue is licking across your nipples – wetting them and sucking them gently to have you writhing. Your head is pushed back and eyes closed as his hands pull your pelvis closer to his own – getting ready to connect you both and it only makes you mewl louder.

It’s only for a second – if not less – that you open your eyes. What you see, however, has your blood running cold. Namjoon’s tongue is still laving your hardened nipples but the shape of his tongue is something else entirely. You’re so sure that his tongue edges were a serrated shape but before you can scream or say anything – Namjoon has pushed his entire girth inside your weeping pussy.

“Fuck!” He’s growling while your eyes are blown wide simultaneously. You expected excruciating pain to go through your entire body but apart from a slight pinch – you feel nothing but bliss. Maybe it was the effect of whatever he had you smoke or maybe sex felt this good even for the first time? You don’t get to mull over that thought for long when he grabs on to your hands and pins them above you head – gazing deeply in to your eyes.

“You’re better than anything I ever imagined. I’m going to ruinyou, darling.” His chuckle is sinister but you can only push your hips up in an effort to take him deeper when he was already pushed to the hilt. Your cries can be heard throughout the room and finally – Namjoon starts to move his hips.

With each thrust of his fluid hips forward, you’re being pushed backwards on the couch, a symphony of his name falling from your lips. Soon, sweat starts to trickle down his temples as he pushes his hips in to you with ever increasing force. His teeth are clenched hard enough that you can see every twitch in his cheek muscle. Your breasts bouncing with every vicious thrust of his length as it spears in to your pussy.

“Na-am-jo-on. Oh god.” Your eyes are tearing up as the knot in your core gets tighter and tighter – Namjoon’s length growing even harder inside you. Even when you two are joined so intimately like this; he doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t even indicate if he even wantsto kiss you. Your hands are clawing at his back, mouth hanging open like a drunkard as he grabs one of your legs and pulls on it until your ankle hangs off of his shoulder. The new angle reaching depths inside you that you hadn’t felt before and the new sensations make you cry harder – so good that they border on painful. It’s like he’s shoving the powerful sensations inside you with every deep thrust.

“Fuck yes. God won’t be able to stop me from having you, love.” His laugh is just as hypnotising – but now with a ominous edge to it. He’s looking down at you with his tongue peeking out from the edge of his enticing mouth. You’re in no shape to fight him off – or that you want to. Not when you’re so close to the finish line you could taste the relief. It’s so persistent that you feel as if it would never stop. Your breaths growing shallower as high pitched sobs sound from your mouth – tears streaming down your face as your overheated body takes every slap of his hips against your ass. The lewd noises that accompany his every lunge only make you gush more.

“You gunna cum for me, y/n? Your needy pussy ready to gush for me? Hm? Answer me!”

His tone is nowhere as gentle as when he’d started as he stares you down – sweat dripping down his temple and the bridge of his nose while all you can do is sob and nod out your reply. Namjoon is taking it a step further as he brings your other leg up too until both of your ankles now hang off of his shoulder – almost folding you in half as his cock slices in to your pussy like a hot knife going through butter. Your body so pliable from his hands constantly squeezing and running across it.

Just when you feel the string inside you about to snap – Namjoon makes the sensations tenfold more severe when his palm lands on your blood filled clit, rubbing it in circles before he pinches it to push you face first in to an almost violent orgasm as your whole body twitches. You can’t recall how long your orgasm went for – or how long you’d actually been with him, really. But it seems to go on and on and on. Your body stretched tight as your back remains arched – hands trying to grasp any part of Namjoon’s body as he continuous to push his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt.

Your orgasm is prolonged surely because of Namjoon’s never slowing ministrations. Your body is flopping in to the couch as the toll of your strenuous and debauched activities finally kicks in. Your arms and legs are quivering and yet, the stiff length that’s being dragged in and out of you is not relenting. The sweat dripping from Namjoon’s temple tells you how much of his energy is being used – and so is yours. Because it felt like the soul was being sucked out of you. Suddenly, the same sensations that were so mind numbingly pleasurable now felt like were making you dizzier and dizzier.

“Fuck, fuck! you’re so sweet I can’t stop little bird.” Namjoon’s growling out his words as he pushes your trembling legs off his shoulder and wrapping them around his waist. You’re so far gone that your head is lolled to the side, arms just trying to hold on to him as his hips continue to slam in to yours – the wet sounds accompanying each move incredibly erogenous.

“I can’t a-any m-more. Oh god…” His hand has slipped back down, swiping against your clit which reignites the pleasure a little more for you until you’re moaning like a vixen again.

Swiftly, Namjoon has risen from his position above you, leaning back with your legs still locked behind his back until he has you in his lap – his hands wrapping around your hips to gain leverage as he pushes his hips up in to your pussy in this new position.

The new angle is enough to have your eyes tearing up because somehow – the sex feels even more good than before. You’re losing sight of what is happening and the only thing you can focus on is the burning needs rising in your center again even if you felt like they were on fire. Tears have started to escape, your tongue loose as you shout out Namjoon’s name again and again. The was something happening and you couldn’t understand what. Not in the state that you were in. Past your hazy eyes, you could see that Namjoon looked…. Different. You weren’t sure how but you felt it. You felt the shift in the air now that he was ravaging your body unlike anyone else. You thought you wouldn’t be able to handle more but somehow, you were still clinging on to him as he repeatedly drove in to you. Now bouncing you on his lap to milk out his pleasure.

He was starting to glow. Radiating such energy you thought you were seeing an angel. Your body was getting more and more tranquil and pliant – letting him whisper all the sweet dirty things in your ear while he brought you to your peak again. This time – him joining you too. And doing the completely unexpected.

“I’m going to cum y/n. I’m going to fill you up with everything that I have so you will remember me forever.” His grin is not fear invoking anymore. It seems like he is content – unlike how he’d been at first. Purposeful. Almost vengeful as he coaxed you in to his arms. You were losing your senses as the time went – only able to recognise the stabbing pleasure at your core that Namjoon was stuffing in you to the brim. He looked scenic. Like a Greek god with the sweat shining on his body and muscles bulging and the urge to kiss him again rose with an agonising need.

“Please,” you pant with every push of his hips up in to yours. “Kiss me N-Namjoon. Kiss me. Please.” You’re pleading as your walls clench around his hard length and for the first time – his eyes soften enough for you to actually think he might be concerned. For what, you didn’t know.

“I don’t want to… hurt you.” His brow creases as he stares up at your dishevelled state, with the kindest eyes you’d seen on him since you step foot in to the room. But there was no reasoning with you as drunk on pheromones as you were. Clawing at his chest to pull him closer. And for once – Namjoon gives in and seals your lips in a searing kiss.

In a matter of seconds, he’s growling in the kiss as he cum with such stagnant force. You follow suit – body trembling as you feel the spurts of his cum splash inside your overheated pussy – dribbling out like saliva. But nothing compares to the feeling of his lips on yours. You don’t care that with each passing second you’re losing conscious – body suddenly growing weaker and weaker. More fatigue kicking in despite Namjoon doing all the work. You felt like you were in a dream – floating through the air feeling light as a feather. Namjoon’s lips were like having a glass of the richest red wine. You wanted even more as you clung on to his frame – pushing your tongue against his to drink him in.

“You’re like the sweetest fruit little bird. I will miss you.” You can hear Namjoon’s voice but somehow you can’t place where it’s coming from. Your eyes are falling shut and your limbs have lost all control as you lay your head on his shoulder – too spent to even bat an eyelash.

No one told you you’d be this tired after sex or was it just a thing with Namjoon? Whatever it is, you can vaguely feel yourself being put in something familiar. Some surface that feels all too familiar that the next thing you know, is blackness. Not before you hear Namjoon’s last words.

“Thank you little bird. You were a special one.” His voice sounds pained and you want to ask him why. But you can’t seem to open your eyes or even speak. You can tell he’s standing near you because the pull is too strong for you to ignore. Then, with a gentle kiss to your forehead, you hear nothing from him anymore. All you see is blackness.

Namjoon is thankful to be alive as he walks back to his place. Leaving you was harder than he’d thought it’d be but you wouldn’t have the energy to speak let alone walk back to your place after that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone and he was getting weaker. When you’d arrived on campus – he’d been thrilled. But watching you these past few weeks had made him in to another man. A weaker man. Caring about you was never the plan but he’d come to do that too.

Alas, he had to leave you alone now. He wouldn’t hurt you anymore. He may be a demon – but even he would not act this evil. He could tell you’d remembered him from the dreams. He’d been too greedy. Too selfish that despite Hyuna’s warning about him getting too close to his prey – he’d inserted himself in to your life more than necessary. Maybe a one night stand would have been easier for you to forget if he’d met you for the first time today. But the way you screamed his name, begged him to kiss you… he knew he was in trouble.

Because something told him that you wouldn’t be staying away.

a/n: dont forget to tell me what you thought!!

#bts smut #namjoon smut #bts fanfction #hobiwonder

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Title: Windsor Throws a Party (and Stuart is Technically Invited)

Daltonfic Big Bang; Week 4, Day 2; Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare

“That’s the spirit! The rest of you should take notes.” “It’s educational.” “Isn’t that what we’re in school for?” “The youth of tomorrow, learning tolerance one day at a time.”

The party might have gotten out of control. Perhaps. A smidge.

If you asked the twins, they had invited everyone on campus. There would be no one to drag them into Dean Ramsey’s office this year. If Logan wanted to complain about it, he could simply check his email for the invitation which came 2 minutes after they’d started up the music anyways. If he didn’t check his email, who were they to insist he came?

Besides that, they had made sure through word of mouth that some Stuarts did represent amongst the Windsor common room- if only to be used as a shield against the authorities at large. Ethan and Evan’s ‘secret stash’ was snuck throughout the house, and like fairy food, once you unknowingly partook you could not leave and work against them.

Kurt thought it was evil. Shane thought it was brilliant. But then again, Kurt hadn’t approved of much they did these days, working as the implementor of much of Blaine’s beleaguering prefect work. It didn’t mean he was going to shut down this party- rather, try to keep the freshman away from the “powdered sugar” on top of the doughnuts in the kitchen.

“Who invited Dobry?” A voice called from the top of the stairs, noticing the girls trickling into the common room.

“Not me!” Wes answered, trying to look innocent. “I’m not trying to get us in trouble after Katherine and the BBQ incident.”

“Don’t worry, Wes, we’ll vouch for you when campus security comes to kick us out.” Katherine said, kissing his cheek and crossing the room to join David on the makeshift dance floor.

It was a Dalton party. You couldn’t keep the freshman out anymore than you could keep the Dobry girls out it seemed. Lucy Westwood gave the cameras around the common room a good natured gesture, rude though it may be to her reclusive brother who refused to join them. Clay and Kaelan, their newest recruits into Windsor madness thought it was hilarious.

“You’re not scared he’ll do something to your Facebook?” Clay asked, buzzing despite Kurt steering him away from any of the Twins’ snacks.

Lucy looked at the freshman like he was nuts, “With all the blackmail I have on my brother dear, I don’t think so.”

“Wow, you’re so cool.” Clay said, wide-eyed as she flounced off in her four-inch pastel Mary-Janes. Kaelan knocked his shoulder to get him to pay attention to the Hanovers who were challenging them to table tennis with baseballs.

Across the room, a corner had already grown, with the twins in charge of the madness pulling people in as they tried to pass to go to the bathroom. You would not be released until you spun the bottle of Armagnac (emptied for this purpose).

“This is stupid.” Blaine said, roped into the circle of half-sober and mostly-high students.

“Oh stop being a wet blanket Anderson.” Adriana, one half of the warped mirror image Dobry had of the Brightmans, insisted. “Either spin, or go in a plant.”

“I am not going to the bathroom in the ferns…” Blaine said, horrified.

His boyfriend snorted, already captured into the circle. “I don’t know Blaine, these guys can’t take care of the ferns anyways.”

“We got Mom on board! Yeah!” Clay was hushed up again by Sara Tomlin, covering his mouth like she’d practiced it on her own freshman.

Blaine, reluctantly was forced to sit through the turns of Jeff and Lucy, tiny Regina Warburton and Brennan, and the catcalls of Derek Seigerson’s ex-girlfriend making a point to kiss Sadie Moore far longer than necessary.

“Wow, Casey, didn’t pick you for the other team.” Jackie said, nudging the Prima with her foot.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? It’s just a game. Duh.” Casey tossed her hair over her shoulder, winking at Sadie from across the circle. “How can I refuse an audience?”

“That’s the spirit Lambert!” Ethan and Evan chorused. “The rest of you should take notes.”

“It’s educational.”

“Isn’t that what we’re in school for?”

“The youth of tomorrow, learning tolerance one day at a time.” Ethan sighed, leaning against his brother’s shoulder dramatically, waving his hand at the circle.

Blaine rolled his eyes; trying to ignore Kurt and Reed’s laughter, or Shane’s giant smile at him.

Sebastian Smythe, there on the insistence of the Twins for the amount of chaos he’d already been causing in Stuart, passed by the circle with a bottle he dropped into Thad’s lap. “You guys are so boring. At least make it a drinking game.”

“If we’re so boring, why don’t you join?” Blaine accused.

Sebastian scoffed, “I already did my part. Ask your little scientist.”

Satoru blushed from across the circle, sitting next to Drew who just laughed. Thad took a fortifying swig from the bottle Sebastian had left them. He looked to be praying he’d get a girl; but the twins could be known to play tricks at parties like this.

“It was a good spin.” Neil confirmed, getting a shove from Satoru; who didn’t need reminding why his knees were tucked up to his chin.

“I bid you all a due.” Sebastian teased, with that faux-french accent of his lingering in their ears.

“Come back, it’s more fun with you in.” Alessio called, already a little more than drunk and finished with his own spin. Mika’d let him off easy when he started to try and pet her hair during the kiss.

“Let it go.”

It was Shane’s turn next, landing on Adriana Brightman. He frowned for a moment. “I can re-spin right?”

“Of course you c-” Blaine started before the chorus of “NO!”s made him jump. He looked around, shocked to see even Reed insisting on no re-spins. Reed?

“It’s unfair! You don’t get to pick! You spin, you kiss!” Casey insisted.

“Kiss! Kiss!” Nadia tried to get them to chant before collapsing into giggles against Alexandra’s shoulder.

“Coward!” Andriana challenged, hands on her hips. “I betcha can’t!”

Shane frowned. “I can!”

Reed giggled and pushed his boyfriend forward, “Do it!”

“Peer pressure, it works.” Evan commented, leaning forward with a devilish grin.

“They’re all so awful, I’m so proud.” Ethan continued.

Blaine glared, “Shut up you two, if he doesn’t want to-”

He didn’t get to finish because Reed and Andrea’s cheers cut him off. Shane broke away from Adriana, quickly enough some called foul, but he sat back on his feet and nodded proudly. “I’m no chicken!”

“There wasn’t even tongue!” Adriana complained.

“That’s optional.” Jackie shrugged. “Take it or leave it Brightman.”

“I am the greatest at this game!” Shane cheered; Reed patted his knee. “Yeah you are.”

Blaine would wonder why Reed was so supportive of this, until he saw the brownie crumbs littering the carpet around his brother and Reed. Ah, that’s what happened to Medel’s extra tray of brownies. Alright…

Next Neil O’Connor landed on Laura Bancroft, who took her kiss with the right amount of blustering embarrassment and confused elation- and then took Sadie out of the circle as they’d fulfilled their party duty. Dwight tried to escape the circle with them but was pulled back to Shane’s other side with a grunt. An attempt at good grace was made, failing when Laura could not clamber over the cross-legged group in a skirt without being a little awkward. Reed waved the two goodbye as they went to go bother Merril who had been avoiding that side of the room entirely.

“Can we get more Armagnac? Is that allowed?” Jackie asked.

“I’ll get some,” Blaine said about to get up before he was pulled back down.

“No way, you haven’t spun yet!” Ethan insisted.

“Fine! Then let me spin and leave!” Blaine insisted.

“Oh prefect, my prefect” Evan taunted. “It’s not nearly that easy!”

“He’s bringing the game down,” Andrea complained. “Let him spin and go.”

Blaine coloured, his cheeks heating up. “Uh-”

The chorus matched, and the bottle was passed to Blaine who twisted his wrist and prayed it didn’t land on Shane, or Reed, or-”

“Oliver?” Danny Abbot said, recently pulled into the circle.

“Wait, get the child out of here!”

“Who let Oliver sit here?”

Tiny Oliver Snow was promptly ejected from the circle; which they’d all been too out of it to notice he’d been in beforehand.

Drew shook his head, “God, I can’t believe Blaine was going to kiss the kid!”

“I was not going to kiss Oliver!”

“I guess you can have a resp-respe- new spin! That’s it- have one of those now.” Casey said, mocking in good fun, tips

The bottle spun again, this time to land on someone probably worse than Reed, but not as bad as Shane.

“Okay Anderson, you know half the girls in Dobry would kill to have your chance.” Casey laughed as Sara moved out of her spot to the centre of the circle.

“I’m gay!” Blaine insisted.

“And you spun in a co-ed circle.” Sara said, a hand’s length away from his face. The catcalls mostly came from Shane, who was redirecting his own chicken taunts (helped in part by Reed). She smiled and Blaine closed his eyes tight; just to feel a cool kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He stopped cringing, but the rest of the circle booed. Sara shrugged their complaints off, “I’m not awful guys. Give Anderson a break.”

“You wasted a kiss with Sara Tomlin, I’m straight and I’d jump on that chance!” Jackie said, kicking her feet out.

“Sure you’re straight Blake.” The Double As accused to Jackie’s middle finger.

“Can I leave now?” Blaine asked, getting up.

Kurt took the bottle next, “I don’t know, maybe you want to stay for this one?”

Blaine flushed, ah yes maybe. Reed nudged his roommate as Blaine watched his boyfriend spin the bottle. Ethan and Evan looked excited until it, disappointingly for the rest of the group, landed on Blaine.

Kurt smiled, “There we go. I’ll take my kiss to go if you guys don’t mind.”

“Cheater!” Shane booed, without much feeling behind it. Sara and some of the Hanover boys laughed. Blaine found himself pulled away from the circle gratefully, tugged towards the wall to get a kiss he’d much prefer.

Blaine’s dissent aside, the game continued into chaos. Drew landed on Sara, earning more scorn from the girls in the group; but enough of a show, to let him be safe from too much booing. Alexandra got Ophelia, who immediately slipped her tongue into Alexandra’s mouth with her valley girl courage, leaving Alexandra flushed and quieter than usual- though behind her hand they could spot a shy smile forming.

Hoots and hollers continued when Ethan and Evan took the full bottle, newly delivered by Todd (who was then ordered to join the group) and spun it as a pair.

“We’ll get it finished off in no time.” Evan insisted, as it pointed square towards Thad who started sputtering excuses about the pair of them spinning being unfair. The catcalls overwhelmingly did not let him get out of the kiss. Ethan opened the bottle, passing it to his brother as the group convinced Thad to not run away.

“Come on Thad, would you rather them land on you twice?” Todd laughed, “I know what you write in the-”

“What happens in Midnight Writers, stays in Midnight Writers dammit Todd!” Thad yelled back, wobbling as he got up on his knees to stab a finger in Todd’s direction. Maybe he’d had too much of Sebastian’s vodka. Maybe not.

Casey pushed him back up into the centre of the circle. “Come on, you’re not dating them. It’s a little kiss.”

“Just a peck!” Shane called.

“Nothing but a smooch.” Reed giggled into his boyfriend’s shoulder, who was truly feeling the brownies now.

“You guys all suck.” Thad accused, getting in front of the twins with determination flagging as they looked at him like appraising a new conquest. “Uh, just a kiss.”

“Your virtue is safe with us,” Ethan assured him, sounding less trustworthy by the second.

“Unless you ask otherwise.” Evan finished; drawing more catcalls.

“Uh, well…” Thad closed his eyes and leaned forward, scrunching his face as Ethan just pulled him forward into his lap, shocking any refusal out of him. He would have pulled away and complained, until he felt a hand around the back of his neck and Ethan moved. By the time Evan pulled him over, he’d made the most embarrassing groan and was red as a tomato.

“That means nothing.” Thad said quickly; unconsciously biting his lip.

The Brightmans laughed. “Sure. Sure it did.”

If Thad then took a pillow to hug, distracted for the rest of the game, it was no one’s business but his own he insisted. The vodka was finished quickly after that.

With Ethan and Evan’s turn complete, it was Allison’s turn. It was obvious to anyone she wanted it to land on one of the girls, her words supporting the boys but every single kiss she’d watched with open-mouthed want happening between the girls. She’d been speechless when Jackie’s first round had landed on Laura, and she’d kissed her senseless.

The bottle landed on Reed; Allison’s mouth twisted downwards, disappointed. Reed didn’t look so upset as she did, his boyfriend giggling and encouraging him like they’d done earlier.

“Why do we keep making the gay guys kiss girls?” Andrea complained. “It’s not fun.”

“Who said I’m gay?” Reed cut in, boldly as Allison blushed. The Dalton boys cheered him on, including his own boyfriend.

Allision pouted, she hadn’t wanted Van Kamp, she’d wanted Satoru, or Danny Abbot, she insisted to herself. But she couldn’t look like a chicken, planting herself in front of Reed determined.

Reed looked at her kindly. “I could do what Sara did for Blaine-”

She frowned at the older boy, talking under her breath. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

“It’s just a game-”

“Well I’m not gay like him, so I’m not chickening out.” She said sharply, keeping it quiet between the haze of his curls and her long hair falling in her face.

“Okay.” Reed said, unsure, leaning up to the taller girl to kiss her.

He tasted like brownies, and she was startled at how soft his mouth was. Fingers with band-aids on each one settled on her shoulders as they both swayed. It made sense; the twins wouldn’t let you walk away from one of their parties if you could just as easily crash on the floor because you’d gone so off the edge. She nipped at his lower lip, in a game that usually had boys wanting more; but felt rather empty as he pulled away from her with a simply smile, lingering no more than the cheering around them demanded. It was weird, she felt so detached for a moment.

“You’re a good kisser.” He said to her.

She frowned deeper. “Whatever.”

Sitting back, Allison passed the bottle over to Danny- who had been her actual choice, and she hoped he’d hand on her.

He didn’t in fact; Danny’s spin finding Todd across the circle, to Todd’s own quiet snort.

“Come on Danny boy, let’s see what Wes is missing out on.” Todd beckoned.

“Hey!” Wes said, hearing his name from the bathroom door. Danny tried not to look at him as he was pulled in for a long kiss.

“I knew it’d be fluffy.” Todd said, ruffling Danny’s hair, pushing him back to his side of the circle.

“You’re as bad from the as Alessio.” Mika said, barely heard over the music; though she said it with good humour, rebraiding her hair before more drunk students decided it held the secret of life and messed it up again.

“What? Its not a crime to appreciate the finer things in life.” Todd joked, one leg out and smiling.

“You’re certainly much less shy about it than last time there was a Windsor party.” Dwight pointed out, supporting Mika.

Todd grinned at his roommate. “Life is too short to not ruffle people’s hair. Unstuff your shirt Dwight, if they’re not a demon I say they’re free game.”

Dwight opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by the twins cheering on Andrea and Marcus Holland- who’d shown up despite his own misgivings about his former house. Another two left the circle, another few joined.

Casey spun again and landed on the twins, who had a much more eager- if less vocal- partner this time. Jeff’s second spin got Shane, who was an enthusiastic partner.

Jackie then took over, the bottle finished off again; it was her third spin of the game, as she’d been having too much fun to leave the circle. She’d been hoping for another Dobry girl, or at least one of her friends from the Motorbike bros, so at least she could have one she could go overboard and funny with. Todd would go along with it, even if Sadie’d already left the circle.

One person off wasn’t bad she supposed. “Okay Houston, pucker up.”

Todd laughed at his roommate, who looked ready to scramble up the walls. “She won’t bite.”

“I object to the moral grounding of this game!”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t disappoint me.”

Dwight blushed, “Hey!”

She bit her lip, crawling across the carpet with wicked humour in her eyes. “It’s only a kiss.”

“HOW COULD IT END UP LIKE THIS?” Shane yelled, rather than sang from beside them.

The circle burst into an impromptu sing-a-long, covering up the small squeak Dwight made when Jackie kissed him, softer than she would have liked, but the confused smile on his face was worth it. She punched his shoulder gently, “Told you it’d be fine.”

“No wonder you hang out with Sadie, you’re scary just like her.” Dwight said, using the sing-a-long to get up and scuttle around the circle to escape.

“Do I kiss like her?” She asked amused.

Dwight went a plum red, “I- what- NO!”

“Oh, so she’s better than me?”

“I have never- she’s my fr- AH!” Dwight threw up his hands and hurried into the other side of the room like he was being chased.

Todd snorted besides Dwight’s vacated seat. The circle was falling apart; around them various Primas, Royals, Hanovers, Windsors, and a couple of Stuarts ended up pairing off, singing or sharing drinks, or just starting up a contest of trying to climb the stairs without using their arms or legs (of which Thad was surprisingly winning).

Jackie nudged his shoulder, shoving Todd against the bookshelf to make room. “Is he always like this?”

“Most of the time.” Todd said, loudly enough she could hear him. “I’m surprised he didn’t throw salt at everyone a round earlier. He might have if he’d gotten the twins and not Kurt on his turn.”

“God, how can you live with him?” Jackie asked. “I’d go nuts.”

“He’s a good guy.” Todd assured her. “Besides, you’re worse than he could ever be. You jumped a car in the Denny’s parking lot last time we went out. I should be asking your roommates the same question.”

“I’m a special brand of weird.” Jackie insisted, sticking her tongue out at him. He pinched it- her screeching in response sending him into laughter. “You’re awful!”

“You love me Jackie, come on.” Todd teased, tapping the abandoned bottle at her.

“Hey, you landed on me, you know what that means.” She said, taking the bottle out of his hand. “No take backs.”

“I didn’t spin it.”

Jackie turned it around once clumsily and then pointed it back at herself. “There. I win.”

He rolled his eyes, but she got her wish anyways; pulling him down against her mouth with a smile, twisting her tongue against his as the party raged around them. She felt his hand in her hair, pulling at the thick strands. She’d have to make fun of him for that later. She braced against the bookshelf, swinging a knee over him to get closer to him.

“We should get some water. Just… cause.” Todd panted, unable to move back, wedged against the bookshelf the way they were. His glasses were askew, but the warm flush to his face made it look infinitely less dorky.

“Is there water in your room?” She asked, grinning into another kiss.

“Jackie…”

“Is there?”

“…yes.”

“Well then let’s go.”

The party continued long into the night. Some disappeared upstairs; others just fell asleep on the common room floor. Lucy was found curled up under the sink after winning an impromptu game of hide-and-seek which had ended 3 hours prior.

Han only flicked through his view screens; looking for campus security by the time 5am rolled around and he had to sound the alarm to disperse. No one thanked him for it; but when did they ever?

The twins called it one of their best parties ever.

Logan Wright called it an affront to good taste.

Julian Larson was just mad his invitation had been sent via carrier pigeon- because he really wanted to come.

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Note: Everyone except my OC Ophelia is a canon “Season 2″ character. I am not tagging every single character in this, by god that is far too many for an ensemble fic. I also give up because there would be too many potential ship tags.

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Broken Ectoplasm C13

DannyMay themed story don’t bully me at it being DECEMBER i’m trying my best

The unspoken answer was very, very unlikely. But until it was spoken, the answer was always no, right? So fuck it.

"Hey, can I primarily question Phantom?" Agent G asked. His partner looked at him skeptically, and the officer with them said nothing.

"No," Agent K replied. "Can't afford for you to make rookie mistakes." Agent G frowned.

"How am I ever supposed to learn?" he asked. "You'll be right there with me. Come on, I'll even write up the whole report."

"Phantom is a serious and dangerous threat," the other replied. "We're not leaving the questions to a rookie."

The elevator doors opened, and the trio walked towards the room. A nurse was waiting at the door for them, only giving a polite hello before opening it for them. Agent K just gave a brief nod before slipping inside, and Officer Snowden offered a thanks.

Agent G walked into the room behind his fellow agent and the officer, and he immediately saw Phantom. He didn't look nearly as bad as he had expected, though he could see bruising that had begun to heal around his throat. He had plenty of bandaging covering what he assumed to be surgical scars, and Phantom was alert. He sat up in bed, watching them as the lawyer, Ohmer, from the day before, stood with him.

To his surprise, Phantom's eyes were locked onto him specifically the second he entered. Looking at him strangely, almost as if...he recognized him? Would Phantom really recognize him from years ago? When he kind of saved Agent G from the Guys in White shooting at him? Heh. Kinda ironic. But Agent G was skeptical that Phantom really had gotten that good of a look at him then. Or maybe Phantom was taken aback by seeing an unintentional doppelganger.

"His jaw's wired shut," Ohmer spoke up. She pointed to the whiteboard and markers in Phantom's lap. "So we've been using this to communicate." Agent K grumbled in disgust. Phantom not being able to talk would mean that the entire interview would take much, much longer, since Phantom had to write every word out. There would be less body language to dissect, less visual cues. It was more work than Agent K was willing to do. This was a good opportunity.

"Ugh, of course," he muttered, adjusting his suit a bit with a tired sigh. Agent G nudged him, giving a half smile. Agent K stared at him coldly before making an annoyed sigh. "Go for it, rookie. But if you fuck this up, it's on you. And you're writing the report."

"Noted," the younger agent agreed.

Agent G eagerly grabbed one of the chairs, pulling it up to sit next to Phantom. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Phantom continue to stare at him with a raised eyebrow and slight awe. Curious. Agent G shrugged it off best he could, taking his seat and pulling his notebook out to take notes. He couldn't help but notice that Agent K was not doing the same, instead scrolling through his phone. Probably on Facebook again.

"Hey," Agent G began, feeling suddenly…awkward. He didn't think he'd get this far. Phantom stared at him. "So, um, I'm Agent G. I'm from the Guys in White." Phantom blinked at him, head jerking a bit as if that surprised him. "What do you want me to call you?"

Phantom picked up the whiteboard, still staring at him. But he soon broke the staredown to scribble out on the whiteboard.

Phantom is fine.

"Cool, cool," Agent G nodded. He took a deep breath before flipping through his notebook. He had all of his questions written out on the first page, a number next to them. The rookie studied his questions before picking one to start with. Flipping to a new page, he wrote the number associated with the question before looking up to Phantom. "Do you remember when Amity Park was going through that overshadowing epidemic?"

Phantom cocked his head curiously. He seemed surprised by the question, but he nodded. Agent G took note of that before he continued.

"Do you know why they did that?" Agent G continued. "Why the ghosts were overshadowing people in such a mass wave?"

If he seemed surprised before, Phantom look drop dead shocked at this line of questioning. Agent G was sure that had his jaw not been wired shut, that Phantom would be staring open mouthed at him. His lips opened a bit, exposing the metal that was keeping him from being unable to properly say anything, and he made a noise, a clear "huh?" type of confused tone. Phantom stared at Agent G for a moment as he twirled the marker in his hand. He seemed hesitant and unsure.

"Please," Agent G spoke up. Phantom paused. "Just tell us what you know."

Phantom began to jot down on the whiteboard, and Agent G glanced at his companions. Officer Snowden had taken a free seat and was paying close mind. His coworker continued to stare at his phone, occasionally scrolling. He was sure that Agent K was still listening, but how much the man would pick up on the conversation was debatable.

Soon, Phantom turned the board around, and Agent G read it carefully.

It was Walker and his goons. He's basically ghost police. He claimed that me bringing a human world item into the Ghost Zone was illegal, and he arrested me. I escaped, and he began overshadowing people as a ploy to get the town to hate me in hopes that I'd turn myself in if people here hated me.

Agent G wrote down what Phantom said into his notebook, word for word. He was silent as he processed that information. So Phantom was admittedly a wanted criminal in the Ghost Zone? That law didn't sound very just. But yet again, Agent G truly had no idea why that law was even in effect, if it was harmful. And Phantom's statement brought on several questions.

"Why did you escape?" he asked. Phantom studied him for a moment as he turned the board back around. He erased it with his hand before writing. Agent G in turn, studied Phantom. His hands were writing very confidently, no constant erasing and with little pause. He was sure of what he had to say.

The entire sentencing is very unfair. No trial, no defense, nothing. It was just Walker telling me the law, which is bullshit btw, and him sentencing me to 1,000 years.

Holy fuck, that was a long time. Agent G nodded slowly as he, again, wrote down the statement word for word. Then again, ghosts were, sorta, immortal. Time meant nothing to them in that regard.

"What was the item?" Agent G asked. Phantom flipped the board around to write.

It was a wrapped anniversary present for my mom from my dad, a ghost themed checkers game.

That definitely didn't seem worth such a long sentence. Phantom mentioned his parents too, and his parents post his death. This was something Agent G had never read about Phantom doing, mentioning his family or interacting with people like that. Although admittedly, on some level, it was creepy to think about Phantom haunting his old family. But he'd get back to that.

Based on the speed of the responses, Phantom seemed to be telling the truth. But of course, Agent G had no clue how he'd even begin to try and verify this story. He'd figure it out. For now?

"Do you know who all was overshadowed?" he asked. Phantom paused to seemingly think, but only for a moment before his hands moved the marker over the whiteboard.

Some Casper High students, the mayor, several townspeople. Specific people: Mayor Montez, Paulina Sanchez, Dash Baxter, Lancer, Kwan Ishiyama, Star Thunder

Agent G knew almost every single one of those names. He went to high school with many of them briefly. Ugh, verifying these stories would be a trip down cringey memory lane, but he still wrote down the statement, like the others, word for word. He wrote the number two before asking his next question.

"Do you know why the overshadowing ended? Like the incident?"

The look Phantom gave him was so sorrowful. He looked tired and distressed, but he wrote his answer regardless.

He did what he set out to do. Everybody hates me. They want me dissected and gone.

"Oh honey," Ohmer spoke softly. The lawyer reached out to lovingly smooth the ghost's hair, and Phantom smiled at the touch. Agent G nearly forgot that he wasn't alone with Phantom in the room. Officer Snowden was watching on silent as a mouse, and Agent K was still looking at his phone.

Regardless, the answer was jotted down. He wrote the number three, and he glanced up at Phantom. The ghost was waiting for him expectantly.

"Do you know Frederich Isak Showenhower?"Agent G asked. Phantom looked a bit confused, staring at him with a bit of a frown. "He's more commonly known as Freakshow." Recognition lit up in his eyes, and he nodded. "Can you describe your relationship with him?"

He brainwashed me using his scepter.

This was starting to hit unintentional gold. Nobody outside of the GIW and police knew the details of Showenhower's wild story. The media, the public, none of them knew about this crazy brainwashing story. Nobody knew about the scepter being his self-reported means to commit all the crimes, that ghosts were involved. Publicly, the man kept a tight lip on his crime. Very unusual, the criminals normally were very vocal about their side of the story. But not Showenhower. He was silent. Agent G wrote it down.

"Can you elaborate?" he asked. Phantom stared at him blankly. Agent G rephrased, "What do you mean by brainwashed? Can you describe the scepter?"

Phantom's eyes lit up in understanding, and he began to write.

He had this red scepter with a crystal ball. He would hold it up to us, and give us orders. It was hard to fight. There was something to it that just made us obey him. I could break the spell sometimes, but he always knew where to find me. Bring me back. He said the scepter was this family heirloom, and that they used ghosts to entertain people in his circus. But that he found that using us to steal things was much more profitable, since he couldn't be connected to the crime.

Agent G nodded understandingly as he wrote down the answer. So far, this was very interesting. He was giving some confidential details.

"Can you tell me what happened to this scepter?" Agent G questioned. This was the one thing the ex-ringleader refused to tell them. It was information they had been trying to get from him for years now.

It broke.

Agent G hummed curiously. Broken? Wouldn't Showenhower admit that though?

"Do you know where it is?" Agent G asked. Phantom thought for a moment.

Map

Agent G stared at the message before it clicked. Phantom was asking for a map. The rookie jumped from his seat, pulling his phone out. He opened the map application, and he handed it to Phantom.

The ghost zoomed out, and Agent G watched his every move. He shifted to the train tracks, and he followed them. After traveling down the railroad for a bit, scrolling, Phantom stopped at a bridge. He studied it for a moment before making a circle with his finger.

"Around here?" Agent G asked. Phantom nodded, and he picked up his board.

Before the river, over the bridge. It fell somewhere in there.

Agent G nodded. He marked the spot made on his phone's map before tucking it back into his pocket. All of this was fitting into a new puzzle that he was theorizing.

"You mentioned your parents," Agent G began, but paused at the immediate shift in Phantom's entire demeanor. He stiffened and looked at him with that deer in the headlights stare. "What can you tell me about them?"

Unlike before, Phantom didn't make any movements to right anything. He stared at Agent G, his chest heaving a bit as if in a panic. Like a human suspect. This was interesting. Phantom really did mimic humans a lot, as his reports would often detail. Was this a defense mechanism? Possibly, given Phantom's self-reported age.

Agent G waited patiently, and the ghost finally bowed his head to stare at his whiteboard. His hand tapped the marker against his knee nervously.

"You don't have to answer anything you don't want to answer," Officer Snowden finally spoke up. Phantom glanced up at her, before turning to look to Ohmer. The hospital lawyer nodded in agreement.

"Yup. Don't have to answer anything," she confirmed.

Phantom looked a bit more relieved, and he jotted down on the whiteboard.

No comment.

Hm, this was the first question Phantom refused to answer. Was it too personal? Agent G's idea wracked for more theories. Likely to protect family, since he reportedly was interacting with them despite his death. Speaking of.

"Can you tell me when you passed away?" he asked.

Phantom's face scrunched up a bit, obviously hurt. He shook his head no. Agent G hummed lightly as he made that note. Fair enough. That was very personal. He made his final note and flipped through his notes. He had a lot of information to dissect now, and a lot more details to work with and compare and contrast.

"That's all I have for now, but I'll be returning soon," Agent G replied. Phantom stared at him curiously. The agent searched through his pocket to pull out a card. "If you have anything else to tell me, please feel free to call." He paused. "I'm sure a nurse can help you, or your lawyer."

Phantom nodded, turning the card over in his hand. The ghost quickly scribbled on his whiteboard.

No arrest?

"By law, you cannot be released into their custody until you're discharged from the hospital," Ohmer clarified. Agent G nodded to confirm.

"We'll be here to formally read you your charges and rights, the usual come your discharge day," Agent G explained. Phantom looked visibly deflated, but gave a short nod as he slumped over. Ohmer smoothed his hair out.

"Hey, Agent K. We're done here," Agent G announced. The other officer looked startled, standing. Agent G was already out the door, along with Officer Snowden. The officer said her goodbyes and was already walking away.

"Wait, already?" Agent K demanded to know as he followed the two out. Agent G was still re-reading his notes as he jotted down more extras before he forgot the details as he waited for his partner to catch up. The rookie shrugged.

"We'll be back," Agent G assured him. "But right now, I have some other folks that I want to talk to. Try to collaborate Phantom's claims." Agent K studied him curiously. "And question him based on that, see what kind of lies we can catch him in and what evidence we can truly confront him with."

"Sounds like a giant waste of time, doing all this back and forth," Agent K complained. Agent G shrugged.

"Then you can wait in the car," he offered, ignoring Agent K's frown. Agent G re-read the list of names Phantom gave him. "But right now, I have a few people I'd like to talk to." Agent K gave a begrudging sigh.

"Fine, let's go whatever you're going to go," Agent K finally agreed. "Long as you're writing the report."

Agent G grinned. Finally, a chance to get some real answers.

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