#anyways yeah I had a weird morning and I’m in a mood and I think I need a little bit of special get happy candy lmfao

[erin-bo-berin]

Ok ok ok so I've been sitting on this idea lately. I wasn't sure if I wanted to request it or actually (yipes) try to write it myself. But like, will I actually ever write it? Probably not. So it should get shared with my tumblr bestie! Fair warning--this is much more fluffy rather than smutty. Think I've just been in that mood lately. :)

I mentioned this idea a bit ago—basically it’s friends to lovers with Steve + the shared bed trope! Here’s what I’m thinking:

You and Steve are best friends, and you’re very touchy with/attentive to one another. You’re often nestling into his side when you sit next to one another, he’s grabbing your hand, pulling you onto his lap, looking at you first for your reaction to stuff, etc. Maybe we see some of this dynamic at a game night or like the group goes to Hawkins’ new skating rink?! 

Afterwards, when you go to the diner for a late dinner, you order your meals as a single entity, editing each other’s orders etc because obviously you’ll be splitting everything and pulling food off each other’s plates, speaking in your shared shorthand (that frankly your friends find baffling—almost like you’re reading one another's minds). You’re basically codependent, and it’s all fun and games… 

At least it was, until the gang goes on a road trip, and through some mix up you step into the hotel room the two of you booked, and it doesn’t have two full beds… it has one.

You can’t remember the last time you felt shy in front of one another, but you definitely are now. Steve’s like it’s ok I’ll sleep on the floor, already making up a “bed,” and you’re pulling him up, reassuring him, saying don’t be silly, it’s not… weird… and maybe there was a little moment when you saw each other in your PJs for the first time, but you shrug it off, and the first night you start sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, but when Steve wakes up in the middle of the night, he sees you’ve slung your leg over him and he… kinda likes it (and ok, he likes that thin pajama top you have on, too). Then on night two, you wake up to find Steve’s reached over and has an arm across your waist and it’s… nice. Maybe the third night something happens… someone gets cold or there’s a nightmare with sleep talking or they hear a noise and Steve’s gotta go into protector/comforter mode? I’m not sure what exactly but I just feel like there’s opportunity for a *moment* there. Anyway, on the last morning you wake up to the best smell and when you open your eyes you’re fully spooning one another, and that smell is your best friend… who ok, yeah, maybe you like more than a friend because his smell alone is so comforting and he knows you better than anyone else and actually there’s no one you’d rather be sharing a bed with. 

When you gently wake Steve up at first he springs off you and profusely apologizes, making wild excuses, but the only reason he needs to apologize is because he stopped the cuddles (plus now you’re cold). Cuteness ensues where they both cautiously admit that their feelings have changed over the last few days and then… tender first kiss and (sexy) cuddles? 

Bonus… maybe Eddie makes some suggestive comment towards them at breakfast and reader/Steve are just like oh nothing, just had a really good night’s sleep…

I included so many ideas here, please don’t feel like you need to include everything (or even write this at all)! You are more than generous for writing so many of our (and my) requests, Erin! You’re the sweetest and we’re not worthy! 💘☄️💘

Okay I’m loving this idea. I’m LIVING for the fluff, I’m telling you. Funny thing is, when I was reading this, I instantly thought of a title and now I’m just so excited to write this. I hope I can do it justice!

(Note: Reader is Robin in this gif, this isn’t in any way a romance between Robin and Steve.)

Twin Flames

Steve Harrington x Reader

MASTERLIST

You and Steve were a packaged deal, no ifs, ands or buts. Wherever you went, Steve was almost guaranteed to be with you and vice versa. You were practically joined at the hip in that way.

You’d been close to Steve since the beginning. It’d only been three years since you first met Steve in senior year history class, but you became fast friends. You told each other everything and were practically always with one another. It wasn’t something either of you tried to do, it just came naturally in your friendship, it always had. In fact, you were closer to him than some of your girlfriends. He truly was your ride or die.

You didn’t exactly have a normal friendship either. To the outside world, it appeared you and Steve were something more due to the fact of your closeness and intimacy. It wasn’t uncommon for you guys to hug, cuddle or hold hands, it was just something that happened because you were so comfortable with him. But you really and truly were friends.

It wasn’t any different tonight when you’d been invited out by the group of kids to visit Hawkins’ newest roller rink that had just opened. Steve was relentlessly teasing you for having to wear skates a size too big for your feet due to the fact that they’d run out of your size.

“Come here,” he laughed, pulling your legs into his lap as he tied the skates as tight as he could.

“If I fall and break your neck, it’s your fault,” you grumbled.

“I’ll be sure to send the prettiest bouquet of flowers for your funeral then,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder as you stood. You wobbled unsteadily as you hit the rink, it having been a long time since you’d roller skated. You felt a hand take yours a moment later and turned to see Steve next to you, holding on tight.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t fall and break your neck,” he smiled warmly.

“My knight in shining armor,” you replied dryly, but he knew you were relieved about the extra stability.

You heard laughter as the group of kids whirled by the two of you, barely more than a blur of color as they were off again. You grabbed a hold of Steve’s forearm, squeezing tightly in attempt to stay on your feet. He laughed boisterously at your struggles, much to your dismay.

“You look like Bambi taking her first steps,” he noted.

“I told you, it’s been years since I did this,” you grumbled.

“Well I believe you now,” he smirked, taking your other hand, “Just follow my lead okay?”

“How are you good at this anyway? I’ve never seen you on roller blades before yet you’re gliding around like Tinkerbell.”

“What can I say? I’m good at just about anything I put my mind to,” he playfully winked at you, his grin growing to flash the stunning smile of his.

You stifled a groan, rolling your eyes. This was something you often did in his presence, although never in annoyance. More like in endearment, even if he was intolerable sometimes—in a loveable way.

“Insufferably so, I’d say,” you muttered, watching his feet as you tried to mimic his movements.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he faked, tilting his ear towards you.

“Nothing,” you smiled innocently.

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

It took a few tries and a few times falling straight on your ass—much to Steve’s amusement—before you finally managed to skate better, albeit still pretty clumsily thanks to the loose skates.

“You go ahead and have fun okay? I think I’ll just watch on the sidelines. These aren’t doing me any favors,” you scowled down at at the offending skates.

“No way. I can’t be responsible if you crash and burn from here to the edge of the rink,” he shook his head, skating circles around you.

He bent and scooped you up, making you squeal loudly.

“Steve!” you shrieked, gripping onto him for dear life.

He laughed, skating the both of you to the sidelines, all while he held you bridal style in his arms. Yours and his laughter mixed as he finally put you down when it was safe.

The noise captured the younger teens’ attention who watched you both intensely, though you and Steve didn’t happen to notice.

“I sometimes wonder if they’re actually secretly dating and just haven’t told us,” Max mused, twirling in circles as she watched the pair with her friends.

“Doubtful,” Lucas argued.

“What makes you think that?” she queried.

“I feel like we’d be able to tell if they were dating,” Will pointed out.

“Yeah, they’d be insufferable,” Dustin said.

“But they act like they’re dating. Like look at them,” Mike motioned to you and Steve.

You had your foot in Steve’s lap making him untie the skate for you; Mike turned back to his friends with a raised brow.

“But they’re just friends,” El said, “Can’t girls and boys be just friends? I mean, I’m just friends with you guys,” she shrugged, motioning to Dustin, Lucas and Will.

“Yeah, but you don’t do things like that with us,” Lucas said, gaze flicking in the direction of you and Steve.

After he’d untied your skates and you’d put on your normal shoes, you’d settled next to Steve, slouching into his side, leaning against him.

Steve saw the group congregated, staring at you and him and he flipped them off causing them to scatter.

“Shit, we’ve been caught,” Dustin said, scattering with the others.

Max shrugged, peering over her shoulder once more before calling out to the other five.

“Either way, it’s incredibly amusing.”

•

Trivia night was always loud, chaotic and incredibly fun.

Tonight, it was being hosted in Mike Wheeler’s basement, the group being split up into two groups: older teens vs. younger teens. You, Steve, Robin, Eddie and Nancy made up one team and you competed against Will, Mike, Max, Dustin and Lucas. El had offered to keep score and Jonathan was in charge of the trivia questions.

For this game, it was current pop culture questions, mainly music and movies, which surprisingly the younger teens had done great at getting answers. So far, it was a landslide with the kids leading by 8 points.

“How do you guys know half this stuff? You were practically babies at the start of the decade!” Robin huffed.

“One, we were only eight or nine. Hardly babies,” Dustin argued.

“We also have older siblings too, so we know things,” Mike said, giving a pointed glance at Nancy.

“Okay, round 2!” Jonathan called out.

“We gotta catch up,” you groaned to your teammates, “They’re making us look bad!”

“Hey, it’s not our faults you screwed up the Back To The Future question!” Steve poked your side, making you squirm, “Everyone knows the car used as the time machine was a DeLorean!”

“Apparently not everyone,” Eddie mumbled.

“You make one mistake,” you sighed, flopping back against the couch, dramatically.

“It’s okay, we got this,” Steve nodded, reaching out and pulling you into his lap.

It was something he did so often that it never phased you anymore, though you did try to avoid the curious stares from your friends it always elicited. It might not be normal for most friends, but you and Steve weren’t most people.

“Alright! First question!” Jonathan announced, holding up an index card like a game show host, “Which comedy-drama film features a group of high schoolers spending detention together?”

“The Breakfast Club!” you shouted, milliseconds after he finished the question.

“Correct! Point for Team Steve.”

Jonathan motioned to El who added another tally on the white board. The score currently showed Team Steve with 9 points and Team Lucas with 16.

“It’s one of her favorite movies,” Steve rolled his eyes at your teammates, chuckling when you hit his chest.

“Hey, at least I got it right!”

“Yes, you did, Y/N,” he grinned, squeezing your waist playfully, “Would you like a cookie?”

“Asshole,” you mumbled.

“Next question,” Jonathan pulled out another index card from the deck—he was clearly enjoying the trivia host role.

“Which movie features Dan Ackroyd, Bill Murray and Harold Ramis?”

“Ghostbusters!” you and Robin hollered, only seconds before Dustin did.

“Ah, Team Steve got it out first,” Jonathan tutted, “Sorry, Team Lucas.”

“It’s your fault for making Y/N watch that so many times, Steve!” Dustin grumbled.

“What can I say? My girl here is smart,” he grinned.

“Yes, I am,” you stuck your tongue out at Dustin.

“Oh very mature,” he shot back, making you laugh.

“Love you, Dustin!”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” he waved you off, also giving you the finger at the same time.

You grinned, delighted that your team was starting to score more.

“What music product did Sony release in 1980?” Jonathan asked next.

“Walkman!” Max yelled, hardly giving any chance for you or your teammates to open your mouths.

“Damnit,” you pouted, “We we’re doing good.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them,” Steve said and you turned sideways in his lap so you could ruffle his hair.

He groaned.

“Must you?”

“Yes because you’re a great team captain. So positive!”

Nancy, Eddie and Robin just laughed at your antics and Steve’s sour face at having his hair messed up. But they agreed, he was definitely great at encouraging the team.

“What is the name of the van that Scooby Doo and his friends travel around in?” Jonathan read.

“The Mystery Machine!” you and Steve called out in unison.

“Point for Team Steve!” El called, marking it.

You and Steve high-fived one another.

“We’ll catch up, don’t you worry,” Steve called to the other group.

“Keep dreaming, Harrington!” Lucas called.

Between you, Nancy and Robin, Team Steve earned five additional points, leaving you guys one point behind.

The next question, you knew Eddie had in the bag before Jonathan even finished asking it.

“Who played the guitar solo in Michael Jackson’s hit, Beat It?”

“Eddie Van Halen, of course,” Eddie shrugged as if it was obvious.

“Alright, that’s what I’m talking about man!” Steve grinned, high-fiving the other male over your head.

It was now a dead tie, the last question, worth five points would decide who would be the winner of tonight’s game. You’d stood from Steve’s lap where he’d been keeping you locked right in his arms for most of the game, now leaning anxiously against the arm of the couch. You took your competitions seriously.

“Which movie features creatures that should never be fed after midnight?” Jonathan read the last question.

“Gremlins!”

It was a blend of yours, Steve’s and Robin’s voices that hollered the answer at the same time.

“Oh come on! Not fair!” Mike yelled, “Of course they’d know that. They work at a video rental store.”

“Perks of the job, kid,” Robin shrugged.

“I answered it, I don’t work there, so that means we win!” you grinned.

“Congratulations Team Steve for winning with 21 points to Team Lucas’ 17 points. Better luck next time,” Jonathan announced in his best game show host voice.

Your team cheered, excited to finally win a game. Usually, it was the kids who won. Steve swooped you into his arms and spun you around in excitement.

“I don’t see him twirling any of us around,” Robin muttered to Nancy, who had to disguise her laugh as a cough.

“No way in hell is Harrington twirling me around,” Eddie retorted causing both girls to burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, once Steve set you down.

You pushed the hair that had flown into your face out of the way as you peered at Nancy and Robin. You saw them exchanged a glance.

“Nothing,” they said, a bit too perfectly in time.

It was definitely curious and something told you that you’d been the topic of their discussion. But you didn’t give it much more thought when Dustin spoke up.

“All that trivia has made me hungry.”

“Same. I’m starving,” you nodded.

It’s as if your stomach heard you because it let out an angry growl just then, loud enough for the entire room to hear.

“Was that your stomach or a fire breathing dragon in there?” Steve laughed, patting your belly, “Better feed this one before she gets grouchy.”

You swatted his hand away, feeling your face heat in embarrassment.

“How about we hit the diner for a late dinner?” Nancy asked, already heading toward the stairs to grab her car keys, “I can take the majority of you guys and Steve and Y/N can take the rest.”

Steve looked at you as if to gauge your reaction before he committed to anything. You nodded.

“Sounds good to me. Come on losers, we’ll take you three,” you said, motioning to Max, Lucas and Dustin.

“You’re never letting us live this down are you?” Lucas asked.

“Well if it’s going to be our only win, I might as well celebrate it for as long as possible,” you countered.

“So, never?” Dustin asked.

“You heard the girl,” Steve said, slinging his arm around your shoulders as he fished his keys out of his pocket, “Never.”

•

“I’ll have the cheeseburger with lettuce, mayo, pickles-”

“Extra pickles by the way,” you cut in on Steve’s order, “Oh and tomato and onion on the side please. He doesn’t like them but I do.”

The waitress cocked a brow, but wrote it down.

“Fries with that?”

“Yes,” Steve nodded.

“Crinkle cut and seasoned,” you piped in.

The waitress nodded, turning to you so you could order.

“I’ll have the turkey club please,” you ordered.

“She’ll have extra Pepper Jack cheese on that too, light on the mustard. Oh and no fries, the homemade chips for her,” Steve added.

“With an extra serving of ranch for the chips. Thank you,” you smiled politely at the waitress who was eyeing you both.

Since you were the last of the group to order, she took the stack of menus you had gathered from your hands, walking away while muttering under her breath. You turned to Steve with an amused smirk.

“Does she think-”

“Most definitely,” he answered.

“How bad?”

“Eh, 10. You think-”

“Yep,” you nodded, cutting him off mid-sentence, “Do we-”

“Nah.”

“‘Kay,” you answered, turning back to the rest of the group, who looked completely baffled.

“What was that about?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, we figured the waitress probably thought we’re crazy with the way we ordered for each other—which makes sense to us because all we do is eat off one another’s plates and split food all the time—and Steve said he figured it was on a scale of 10 for how crazy she thought we are,” you explained.

“And that she probably thinks we’re a couple and we’re not even going to bother to correct her,” Steve finished.

All you both got were blank stares and a few blinks.

“You mean you communicated all of that with about a dozen words?” Eddie asked, amazed.

“They practically finish each others’ sentences,” Robin said, “It’s creepy.”

“And impressive,” Max mused, “Maybe we need to up our communication skills,” she said, nudging Lucas.

“Y’all are weird,” Dustin said, shaking his head.

You laughed, looking over at Steve.

“That’s just what normal is for us.”

•

Normal had lasted for three years of friendship.

Now, nothing seemed normal. All because of one road trip.

After talking about it for months, you, Steve and the entire gang had finally embarked on the road trip now that the kids were on summer vacation. You’d all been planning this road trip all year leading up to this week, mainly to take the trip to the Indiana State Fair. It was opened for 18 days each summer and the kids had been begging you, Steve, their parents—whoever would drive—to take them.

After the long drive to Indianapolis, the entire crew had made it and were ready to fall into the hotel beds. Between the twelve of you, there had been five hotel rooms booked. Nancy and Jonathan obviously shared one, Eddie and Robin taking another, you and Steve taking the third. The fourth and fifth rooms were split up between the boys and girls—Dustin, Will, Lucas and Mike sharing two double beds and Max and El in the last room. You were sure the amount of rooms and arrangements had challenged the hotel when you and Nancy made the reservations—there was no other explanation for what you were looking at.

Somehow, there had been a mix up and instead of there being two beds like you’d booked, you and Steve had gotten one double. You hadn’t even dropped your luggage yet, you were still standing in the doorway in horror.

“Nancy and Jonathan got one bed like they booked and Eddie and Robin got two doubles,” Steve said, coming back in after checking with the others.

“So it’s only our room that they messed up?” you sighed, “So much for switching with one of the others.”

You sighed, setting your bags down next to Steve’s.

“It’s not big deal,” he shrugged, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you frowned.

He waved you off, dismissing your politeness.

“Go ahead and go get changed, you’re dead on your feet.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the only thing that came out was a yawn. You decided to accept defeat and pulled out your pajamas, heading to the bathroom.

It was only when you came out of the bathroom with your pajama shorts and thin top on that you suddenly felt shy and awkward for the first time in your entire friendship. It didn’t help matters that you caught Steve just pulling off his shirt and you averted your eyes quickly, as if he’d need the privacy.

It didn’t stop you from getting an eyeful of his tanned back, a constellation of moles scattering over it. Enough that they mesmerized you and made you want to touch them all, tracing any kind of pattern you could over them.

In all the years you’d been friends, you’d done a lot of intimate things, but sleeping in the same bed was not one of them. You had no idea why it bothered you now, you’d cuddled with Steve many times before. But this, this felt different somehow.

“Oh hey,” he said, noticing you were back in the room, turning as he pulled a shirt out of his bag to put on.

You had more self control than you thought as you tried your best not stare at his bare chest. The front was as nice as the back, the map of beauty marks spread over onto this side as well. A thin layer of dark hair covered his pecs and tapered into a happy trail that led to places you did not need to be thinking of right now. Or at all, period.

He was just a man, with a body. It was Steve, for God’s sakes. You had no reason to be acting like you were.

It took a minute for you to realize what he was doing as you saw him drop one of the pillows from the bed onto the floor next to the bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, climbing into bed.

“Making my bed,” he said, “I told you, I’d sleep on the floor.”

“Come on Steve, don’t be silly. No one ever sleeps well on the floor.”

You saw him hesitate for a beat and you jumped at the chance before he could say anything else.

“Come on, you can sleep in the bed,” you said, “I don’t bite.”

He chuckled, picking the pillow up and tossing it back on the bed.

“I know.”

You curled up on your side, practically on the edge, giving him as much room as possible. You couldn’t pinpoint why exactly, but something about this almost felt dangerous.

If Steve noticed, he didn’t say anything. He stayed a safe distance away on his side too. You were both exhausted and needed to get some sleep for what was sure going to be a long day tomorrow.

“Night Y/N,” he whispered.

“Night Steve.”

•

He wasn’t sure what woke him, whether it was a noise from the hotel hallway—which sounded oddly busy for the middle of the night—or something else. But the thought faded when he realized you’d moved closer to him sometime through the night.

Your leg was slung over his hip and oddly, he doesn’t mind one bit. He smiled to himself, knowing how embarrassed you’d be if you were awake and realized.

He watched you for a moment, the peaceful expression on your face as you slept, your lashes flush against your cheeks, your chest rising and falling with each breath. Something about the sight made his heart do calisthenics in his chest.

When did you get to be so beautiful?

Logically, he knew that was a dumb question. You’d always been attractive and although he’d been with you through crushes on many guys, he couldn’t actually remember why you never really dated. Sure, he’d dated around and had fun, but you were always loyal to him in a way.

He tried to shrug off the thoughts and what it could possibly mean, especially since it was in the middle of the night.

His eyes fell to your torso even though he’d tried to force himself not to look again, not after you’d first emerged from the bathroom. He couldn’t help but notice how thin your pajama top was—so thin he could see the delicate curve of your breasts.

God, he should not be having these thoughts about you. You were his best friend and deserved better than him leering at you.

But was it only that? Just physical desire? He couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to think more about it.

When you sighed in your sleep, moving your leg off of him and turning over with your back to him, he took it as an opportunity to distance himself from his previous thoughts and fall back asleep.

But as he drifted off again, a little part of him couldn’t help but miss the warmth of your body against his.

•

You were just as exhausted by the second night.

After a day filled with tons of festival rides, games and food, all topped off with endless walking, you and Steve practically fell into bed with barely a mumbled goodnight before falling asleep.

It was around 2 am when you woke, according to the clock on the bedside table and you needed to pee. You felt a weight on your waist and looked down; Steve’s arm was slung over your waist.

Just the tiniest—subconscious—action did funny things to your stomach. It felt like a herd of butterflies had been set loose in there, their wings flapping in sync. You hated to have to move from his embrace because it was actually rather nice, but you really had to go to the bathroom.

Sighing quietly to yourself, you accepted your fate and gently moved his arm from you, praying he wouldn’t wake. Thankfully, he stayed sound asleep. You sat at the edge of the bed, just for a second, watching him sleep.

Even in sleep, he had the cutest, tiniest curls of his hair that brushed his ears and the nape of his neck. A few pieces fell over his forehead, making it look intentional instead of sleep tousled. He stirred in his sleep, one arm reaching out to your side as if searching for you even in sleep.

You quietly got up and padded to the bathroom. It was only after you’d flushed and washed your hands that it hit you as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.

Somewhere, somehow, when you hadn’t even expected it, you had fallen in love with your best friend.

It was too heavy of a realization for the dark hours of nighttime and you pushed the thought away, promising to get back to it at a later date.

It was only when you slipped under the covers that you reached over for Steve’s arm, gently putting it back around you before nestling back into sleep.

•

Despite being a humid July night outside, the hotel room was freezing the third night and of course, neither of you could figure out how to control the temperature.

You grumbled as you climbed into bed, covered with goosebumps. You weren’t sure which was worse—being too hot or being too cold.

“Don’t be such a grouch,” Steve chuckled, “Here, come on. I’ll keep you warm.”

You gave him a skeptical look and he pretend to look wounded.

“Oh come on, we’ve cuddled plenty of times before and now you’re hesitant to?”

You knew it wasn’t his fault of your late night realization last night, but in the light of day, everything became so much more real. But you didn’t have the power in you to say no so you agreed.

“Don’t let me die of hypothermia now,” you mumbled as he pulled you into his arms, though keeping a close distance.

It was just enough to provide you with his body heat and you felt yourself melting in his embrace, all while slowly warming.

“I doubt that’s a real possibility,” he snorted, “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll always protect you. You know that.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that his words elicited. Thankfully, he couldn’t see your face.

“You’re too good to me, Steve Harrington.”

“As I should be.”

“Night,” you yawned.

“Night, Y/N.”

-

When you woke, sun was streaming in the window on the opposite side of the hotel room and your nose was filled with an alluring scent. Between spicy, earthy and what you feel like sunshine would smell like, you couldn’t place where it was coming from.

That is, until you opened your eyes and found yourself fully pressed against Steve, spooning him. Your body fit against his perfectly as his curled around yours. The sunshine smell was coming from him—the only man to ever make your heart do cartwheels in your chest.

You must’ve smelled his scent a million times, but why was it now that it stood out?

Because it’s comforting, your mind told you.

Everything about Steve was familiar to you, in a way—well almost everything. He’d been a constant in your life for so long as your best friend that it was hard to imagine him as anything else, but at the same time, you couldn’t ignore the warm and fuzzy feelings that being so close to him caused within you.

You were pretty sure there was no one in this world that knew you better than he did and yet that thought wasn’t scary. He’d seen you at your highest and your lowest and stuck with you through the hardest challenges. He’d helped celebrate your successes and turned to you when he needed someone. In a way, it truly was like he was your other half. So why had it taken so long for you to realize you had feelings for him that expanded past friendship?

Maybe because your friendship wasn’t as conventional as most, you were able to disregard any feelings you might’ve had as just a fluke. But no sweeping under the rug would change what you were feeling in this moment. One fact that changed everything.

There was no one else you’d rather be sharing a bed with than Steve.

“Steve,” you whispered, a hand on his forearm, shaking him gently.

“Mm?” he mumbled, still half asleep.

There was a rustle of sheets and a hoarse curse from behind you.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!”

He sprang off of you like he’d been cuddling a hungry tiger. You frowned as you rolled over to face him.

“I’m so sorry. I must’ve been dreaming or yeah, sorry I’m a cuddler, I’ll cuddle anything in my sleep,” he waved his hand dismissively, his cheeks a deep scarlet.

He had actually jumped out of bed after he disentangled himself from you and now was standing on his side of the bed looking thoroughly embarrassed. It was adorable, but you decided to have mercy and put him out of his misery.

“The only thing you should be sorry about is the fact you stopped cuddling me. Now get back here because I’m cold again,” you pouted.

He practically melted at the sight of your cute pout. Your shirt had ridden up exposing the bare skin of your belly and side and he wanted nothing more than to put his warm hand on your skin while he kissed you.

The fact that the thought didn’t startle him made him realize just how far gone for you he was. There was no denying what he probably knew deep down all along. Now, he just wanted to kiss those lips that were pouting so sweetly at him.

“Can’t have you dying from hypothermia now can we?” he joked lightly as he slid back into bed, pulling you close.

His hand immediately went to the bare strip of skin, half resting on your clothed hip, half against your skin. His fingers stroked your skin absentmindedly and he swore he almost went breathless when you looked up at him, seriousness and sincerity in your eyes.

“Steve, I think I need to tell you something,” you whispered, bringing your bottom lip into your mouth between your top and bottom teeth.

It was a nervous habit of yours, something he knew well. But in this moment he really wished that you’d stop doing that because it made him want to silence you and just kiss the life out of you right then.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “And don’t feel like you have to spare my feelings or anything when I tell you this, I just want you to be honest with me. Okay?”

“I’ll always be honest with you,” he promised, eyes searching your face.

You took a deep breath, ready to plunge into this head on. It was a huge risk and you were scared, but you never lied to Steve. You had to be honest about how you felt for him, even if he didn’t return those feelings.

“I don’t know how it happened, or when, but at some point along the way in these last few years I think I fell for you Steve. I don’t know how the hell it took a hotel bed for me to figure it out and I’m sure there’s some euphemism in there somewhere but I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Steve. I don’t think I can be. I realize that probably just put you on the spot and I’m sorry, please don’t feel like you have to respond now or-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off.

You winced, realizing you were babbling.

“I hope you got the gist of that,” you murmured.

“I did,” he smiled.

You were silent as his gaze broke from yours and he looked up, as if trying to find the courage to say whatever he had to say next, up on the ceiling. You tried to prepare yourself for whatever it was—good or bad, thought you expected the worst. What you didn’t expect was what he said next.

“I’ve fallen so fucking hard for you, Y/N.”

His voice was tentative, but his words were sure. His eyes lowered back to yours and you saw the earnestness in them.

“I guess we’ve been too stupid to realize it all this time, huh?” you joked half-heartedly.

“The important thing is that we finally did.”

His hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

“I can’t imagine my life without you,” he whispered, “And I don’t want to. You know there’s this term called a Twin Flame.”

You watched him, listening intently.

“Technically it means one soul split across two bodies. But it kind of feels like us. You’re a part of me in so many ways and you truly have half of my soul.”

He said nothing else as he brought your face to his and pressed his lips softly against yours.

You finally knew what people meant about seeing fireworks when kissing someone because it was truly like seeing them going off in your head all while feeling them in your heart. It wasn’t weird to be kissing Steve, it felt right. It felt like Christmases and birthdays rolled into one. It was like a freshly fallen snow, before any tracks were made. The kiss was serene, but like it was meant to be.

You also learned that he was able to take your breath away with a single kiss.

When you’d parted, he looked as dazed as you felt. You were sure you had an identical expression on your face.

“Was that okay?” he asked, hesitantly.

“More than okay,” you smiled, lacing your fingers through his, this time holding his hand for a much different purpose.

He pulled you into him and your head nestled against his chest, much closer than you’d ever been. You could hear his heartbeat beneath his shirt, feel the warmth of his body against yours, experience the tingles that his light touch on your bare skin under your shirt was giving you.

His legs were tangled with yours, your hips pressed closely to his abdomen. It elicited other feelings within you and it made you realize there was still so much more of Steve to learn and experience—but that was for another day.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered against your hair, “It’s just barely past 7 and everyone else won’t be awake for hours.”

You nodded, eyes slipping closed before you could even get another word out. Within minutes you were fast asleep in his warm embrace, Steve slipping into slumber not long after you.

•

You and Steve were all smiles at breakfast and it didn’t take a genius to know your friends were suspicious.

“You look chipper this morning,” Eddie smirked, gaze darting back and forth between you and Steve, “Anything you’d like to share with the rest of the class?”

You and Steve shared a smile before you got up to refill your juice glass.

“Nope. Just had a really great night’s sleep,” Steve said.

“Is that what they’re calling sex now?” you heard Robin mutter.

You about spilled your glass of juice, trying to cover your laughs as you brought a hand to your mouth.

“It’s about time though, dude. I always knew you guys were soulmates,” Eddie was saying as you returned to the table.

You sat down and Steve wrapped his free arm around your waist, giving your side a loving pat. You reached over, stealing a piece of bacon off his plate and adding it to yours before you resumed eating.

The dynamic may have changed between you and Steve, but some things would never change.

He was your best friend, soulmate and twin flame all rolled into one. You were pretty damn lucky, if you did say so yourself.

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[divorcedmalewife]

KP Anniversary Week 3; Prompt "Confession"

also posted on AO3!

Kim has never been very forthright. Very rarely is he ever direct and honest about anything in his life. 

Porchay, Kim is quickly realizing, is the exception. 

It’s been weeks since they tentatively started talking again and Kim likes to think they’ve become friends, in a weird sort of way. Kim wasn’t too sure he could be “just friends” with Porchay. But he would try. He would do anything to keep Porchay in his life. To keep his warmth and love as close as possible. 

Has Kim said any of this out loud? Of course he hasn’t. Kim has learned from a very young age that you should only tell someone the truth as a last resort. That trusting someone with your true intentions and thoughts is dangerous. 

Porchay is the opposite of Kim in that respect. He has always worn his heart on his sleeve and preferred telling the truth over a lie. Even if they lie would make his life easier. 

Kim isn’t used to the kind of honesty that Porchay brings to his life. It’s… refreshing in a way. It’s simple for Kim. He knows that no matter what, he can rely on Chay to tell him the truth. To be honest with him. 

Even in everyday life, Porchay just says what he wants to; say’s what he‘s thinking. 

“I love hia but I swear if he asks me one more time if I’m okay, I may have to punch him.”

“I don’t know if it’s just because I’m in a pissy mood but Khun is being annoying today.” 

“Your dad fucking sucks.” 

“You should wear the denim jacket more, it looks good.” 

“I like your apartment way more than the compound. I hate it here.” 

Kim finds himself replying honestly and not just saying what he thinks Porchay wants to hear. It’s a change — saying what he means and meaning what he says without worrying about what the consequences are. But that’s the effect Chay has on him. 

“Your brother can be irritating. He’d probably let you punch him though.” 

“Khun is literally always annoying. Want me to pick you up?” 

“Yeah…. He does.” 

“I like it more than the leather, actually.” 

“On my way.” 

Each time Kim lets himself be open and honest with Porchay, it feels like a secret confession. 

When Porchay reached out to Kim for the first time, asking for answers, Kim readily gave them to Porchay. He was ready to lay it all out for him. And he did. The moment Porchay asked questions, Kim gave him the honest truth. 

“Yes, it was me who left all those bodies at the bar.” 

“Yes, I loved your song, it meant everything to me.” 

“All the time we spent together was real to me too.”

But there is one thing Kim is still keeping close to his heart. He hasn’t told Porchay that he loves him. 

Porchay probably knows; he’s smart like that. But Kim knows he deserves to be told the whole truth. 

Although, Kim doesn’t think he deserves reciprocation, but he’s working on it. And Kim knows better than to make decisions for Porchay. Kim will tell him eventually and he’ll let Porchay decide where they go from there. Porchay will decide if he wants to keep being just friends or if he wants to try again. 

So they keep texting. They keep hanging out. They even play music together again. It’s everything Kim ever wanted since he realized he had fallen for Chay. All that’s missing, in Kim’s opinion, is being able to kiss Porchay and wake up next to him every morning. 

In the end, it’s not even Kim who first brings their relationship status up again. 

One lazy afternoon, Porchay has his head in Kim’s lap and he’s scrolling through social media while Kim reads a book. Kim has a hand in Porchay’s hair. To Kim, the position doesn’t seem entirely platonic; not that he’s going to complain about it. This is where Kim wants Porchay to be anyway. Kim doesn’t give a single fuck that they’re straddling the line between “just friends” and something that isn’t “just” anything.

Porchay could never be “just” anything to him. 

“P’Kim,” Porchay says quietly. 

Kim makes a questioning hum but when Porchay doesn’t say anything else, Kim puts the book down to Look Porchay in the eye — only to find Porchay is already looking up at him. He looks so soft, with his hair askew from Kim’s ministrations and the threadbare t-shirt that he borrowed from Kim’s closet. Kim feels his heartbeat quickly as he stares into the pair of eyes that made him question everything in his life. 

“Yes, Porchay?” Kim asks. 

“You love me,” Porchay says.

He doesn’t phrase it like a question. Like the statement itself is an answer. Kim supposes it is. It’s the answer to why Kim let Porchay in. It’s the answer to everything. Why is Kim doing this? Because he loves Porchay. Why is Kim acting like this? Because he loves Porchay. Why does Kim feel like he’s safe again? Because he loves Porchay. Why does Kim feel like he can be okay again? Because he loves Porchay. 

“Yeah,” Kim replies softly. “I do love you.” It’s just one more honest statement that Kim makes because he knows he can. Because he knows Chay won’t use the truth against him. 

Porchay’s bright smile in response is enough to make Kim know that every vulnerable moment with Porchay is worth it.

“I love you too,” Porchay says. 

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𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐊. 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙘, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩!

The morning was always tiresome for you. There was rarely a reprieve as first your alarm annoyed you then reminders for the day then emails till you got so overwhelmed that you just turned off your phone. Groggily you picked yourself up before soon realizing your upper half was anchored into place.

To your side Nanami groaned slightly and tightened his hold on your body. You tried to push his hand away but to no avail.

“Kento you have to let me go.” From this view you had on his face he smirked and pulled you even closer.

“Do I?” The lilt in his voice made you laugh in the morning, a rare sight. “But I don’t think I want to.” 

His voice was gruff from not being used for a while and it made you blush heavily. 

“I have to head to work and I could miss the train!” You whined in an effort to lessen his hold on you but it did nothing.

“Sleep in, I can drive you.” His lips kissed slightly on your neck before moving to your cheek then to your lips.

“Mmm let me brush my teeth.”

“‘s fine.” His voice muffled slightly. You smiled and leaned in to connect your lips.

“Fine but we should get going soon otherwise we’re going to hit traffic.”

He did not respond but instead got up and walked to the bathroom quietly. Strange, you thought.

“You ok?” The worry in your voice was apparent as you made your way into the bathroom behind him.

“I just have a weird feeling about today.” You watch from the side as he slathers some shaving cream on his face.

“Maybe somebody will fender bender us.” Both of you had been praying for that since you wanted someone to pay for all the damage already incurred to your car.

“Maybe.” He was uncharacteristically silent again and focused on shaving his face. You sighed and began your own morning routine.

After thirty minutes both of you were ready for work.

“Why’re you dressed up like that?” Nanami pointed at your halo and wings that accompanied your usual work outfit.

“It’s a Halloween work party thing. Best outfit gets a gift card to that new coffee place near my work.”

“I forgot it was Halloween.” You smiled and handed him his usual weapon of choice.

“Don’t worry I’m sure people will just think you’re supposed to be a corporate assassin or something.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He shook his head and grabbed the keys from their holder. When you both hopped into the car immediately soft jazz started to play. Nanami moved to change the station knowing you hated jazz in the morning but you stopped him.

“No, it's fine. You always like listening to it on car rides anyways.” 

“Thanks. Sorry about this morning, I don't know what came over me.”

“Hey it’s ok we all get into those moods.” You placed your hand over his hand that was resting on the console.

“You know I love you right?” You instantly blushed, still not used to hearing those coveted words of affirmation from the man sitting next to you.

“I know. I love you too.” You smiled at him but his face remained on the road. The car ride was silent until Nanami’s phone pinged.

“That bastard.” Nanami continued to curse at his phone as he veered off your usual commute. “Gojo needs me to pick up Itadori. Do you mind?”

“No no. I think it’s endearing to see you take care of someone.”

“He’s just a student. I shouldn’t get attached anyways.” You did not comment on knowing that the ensuing conversation would cover all those Nanami had lost.

The car pulled up to the Jujutsu Tech campus and a boy with pink hair quickly hopped into the car.

“Hello Nanamin!” 

“Don’t call me that.” His voice was stern but you could see the affection brimming behind his eyes.

“Did you know-” Itadori’s voice was interrupted by Nanami cranking the radio up. You rolled your eyes and turned the radio back down as you saw Itadori’s depressed expression.

“Continue.” Nanami sent you a deadly look but did nothing to comment nor stop you. Itadori continued on and on about his days which you listened intently to.

“So there’s a thing inside you that’s like evil?” You turned around and poked his cheek slightly.

“Yeah, exactly.” He swatted your hand away.

“Wanna know more?” A mouth appeared on the side of Itadori’s face which made you crack up even more.

“No thank you.” You said politely but the mouth did not take that for an answer.

“You don’t want to know more about me, really?”

“Itadori-kun.” Nanami looked at him sternly through the rearview mirror. Sukuna was shut up thereafter as Itadori concentrated on keeping him locked away.

You listened to Itadori’s musings and rants for a few more minutes before you arrived at your workplace. Just as you were about to get out, Nanami's phone pinged again.

“We’re heading nearby. If you need anything, call me.”

“Oh where about?” You turned back around to glance back at Nanami.

“Shibuya Train Station.”

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[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Eleven

“You never texted me that you got home safe” Marnie is saying to me as we pack up our charcoal and newsprint and start shuffling out of Ida’s classroom the following afternoon.

“Oh, that was because you were acting really weird and mad.”

“I’m on my period, you know how it is.”

“Yeah absolutely.” 

“You obviously got home okay though, I mean, you’re here.”

“I did.” Dean is packing his things away in the corner of my eye and I have to try very hard not to look at him, just like I’ve been trying all morning, albeit somewhat unsuccessfully because every time he shuffled his feet or sniffed I’d look up at him, and then somehow he’d know about it and stare right back at me over his easel. His chair makes a loud scraping sound against the floorboards as he drags it back over to the wall with all the others and we look at each other again.

“Did he walk you home?”

“Who?”

“Dean. Did he end up walking you home?”

“Oh, yeah he did.” We turn away from him and head out into the hallway and she starts looking at me with suspicion. 

“There’s something up with you today.”

“Is there?”

“Yeah you seem away with it.”

“I suppose that I’m tired.” Which isn’t a lie, considering I didn’t hit the bedsheets three last night and then lay awake with my eyes sprung wide open and fixed on the ceiling for at least two more hours after that. 

“Well, what did you think of that conversation last night? The one about which girl Dean would pick.”

“Oh, I thought it was pretty stupid.”

“Me too, I can’t believe Fiona asked that, like what the hell, so juvenile of her.”

“Mm.”

“She’s really like that sometimes, it can be embarrassing to be around her, she acts so young…” She pauses. “Bizarre that he picked you though, isn’t it?”

I shrug. “Well I guess he had to say something. I’d say he just picked me because it’s the least likely to actually happen. A low risk choice.”

“Right?” she agrees. “It’d be so weird.” She swings outside into the yard and holds the door open for me. It’s a cold day, but it’s sunny and bright and fresh. The air smells vaguely like cut grass and flowers. “So anyway, I’ve been thinking about your birthday. I’ve already set up an event page on Facebook, but I’m yet to confirm a venue.”

“Wait, we’re really doing that?” I had assumed that the party wasn’t happening anymore on account of her bad mood last night, but obviously I was mistaken. She’s so indecipherable, a true enigma of a woman.  

“Of course we are, and we’ve only got a week to organise it now, so make sure to add your housemate and her friends to the group.” 

“I’m meeting her now, actually, so I’ll mention it.”

“Oh, amazing.” We head up the street and reach a crossroads on the road where she stops to ask me which way I’m going. I tell her I’m getting the bus into O’Connell street and she nods and points the other way. “Well, this is me. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah for sure. And thank you for organising the whole birthday thing, it’s actually really nice of you to do it.”

“Don’t mention it.” She gives me a kiss on each cheek like a French girl and pushes me towards the bus stop with a dramatic flourish. “au revoir mon amour” She calls out to me, using the worst accent I’ve ever heard in my life. 

The lunchtime crowds are picking up in the city centre and getting from one end of O’Connell street to the other is like pushing through a rugby scrum. I nimbly side step a woman fighting with her pram as she spills off a bus, and then swerve around a catholic group holding a big obstructive banner that declares: Ireland needs Fatima and praying the rosary in a big circle. Then I almost get stuck with one of those pushy charity workers in yellow T-Shirts, but don’t and then feel supremely pleased with myself about it. I have the kind of face that salespeople just flock to, but not today. Today I navigate this city like a real native, moving, no, waltzing through every roadblock I encounter and then I come to the Spire, an enormous silver pin piercing the blue sky and Claire is right underneath it waiting for me. She grins when she sees me and gives me a quick wave. 

“I’m starving, are you?” She says as she rushes across the road towards me throws her arms around me in a hug. She smells like her signature Flowerbomb perfume, and it makes me feel some kind of erupting happiness. 

“Oh yeah, I am. Do you know where you’d like to go for lunch?”

Her eyes open wide and excited and she breathes, “Bewley’s.” 

I laugh and we start walking back towards Grafton Street. “Whatever you want, Claire, you can have.” Hanging out with her is worlds away from hanging out with my college friends, because I know that none of them would ever set foot in a place like Bewleys, the café that your grandmother visits when she takes a trip to Dublin for the day to have the famous sticky buns and a cup of white coffee. It’s got that old fashioned charm that is dying in this city and Claire just wants all of it, all the time. I love that about her, she doesn’t really care about seeming too cool for things, she just does what she wants.

I wait until we’re seated with our menus before I tell her about Marnie’s plan for my birthday. “So, my birthday…” I begin, and instantly she clasps her hands together and gasps excitedly. “Yes! I’m so excited. I want to book a restaurant that Jaz recommended. They do Asian street food. How does that sound?” She wiggles her eyebrows like she’s just revealed the most exotic idea on earth to me and I laugh. “I didn’t take you for a noodle kind of girl.”

“I checked the menu and they do katsu curry. I had that once before and I liked it. Honestly because it tastes like takeaway curry, so if I get chips instead of rice then basically it’s like a curry chip takeaway but in cooler surroundings.”

I pat her hand. “That sounds great Claire, and I appreciate that you’re doing this for me, considering how much you hate trying new foods.”

She breathes out and beams at me. “I do, I really hate new foods. Shane took me to one of those crazy burger places on Valentine’s day and they had one with actual peanut butter on it.” She sticks out her tongue in disgust. “Who would want that?”

“Dublin is having a gourmet burger moment.” I muse. “I wonder is that the same place that made Marnie and I stand outside in the rain for forty minutes to get a table.”

“Oh I bet it was, it was awful. I was so disappointed. Sometimes I really do think that everyone here is an awful snob, and the cost of them. Listen, we had two burgers, two portions of chips, Shane had a bottle of Moretti and I had lemonade. Guess how much.”

I shrug. “Probably north of forty quid.”

“Fifty two euro.” She pauses for dramatic effect, her eyes like saucers. “Turns out the sides were extra. And your one, the waitress, who was, by the way, rude, wanted a tip. I was shocked. I said, where are we? Have I been knocked out and woken up in the USA? Since when should I be leaving a tip?”

Our waiter arrives to take our order and I ask for the caesar salad and an americano all while grinning at Claire, amused by her outrage. It’s so easy sometimes to imagine her older than she is now, having similar kinds of conversations with ladies from her yoga classes, or with their prams by their sides, gossiping outrageously in whispers while they rock their infants to sleep. It’s funny, but when I think of Claire like this I’m never with her because I can’t picture myself being older. At least not in the same way that she can. I don’t know what I want, but she knows exactly. The kind of house, the number of kids, the dogs, the car, it’s all worked out already, and I find myself wishing I could switch brains with her for a day just to experience the tranquillity of it. How nice it must be to be able to imagine your own future and see something other than… well, nothing at all.

“Well .” I conclude. “Let’s hope that this street food place is more reasonable.”

“Oh, it is. I made sure to check the prices online first. So will I just book for both of us and Shane?”

“Yeah sure! But actually, about next weekend, I wanted to ask you something.”

She looks at me with interest. “Oh?”

“So Marnie wants to organise a party for me. I tried to talk her out of it already but she insisted. She’s booking out some venue next Saturday night and inviting a load of people from college and other friends to come. Will you and Shane come too? You can invite Jaz and Serena too, if you want. I think it might be fun.”

“Marnie’s doing this?”

“Yeah, I mean, I know you two don’t exactly get along and I know we’re already doing dinner on Sunday, but it’d mean a lot if you were there.”

“It just sounds expensive. Are you sure about it?”

“Well that’s the crazy thing, she’s insisting on paying for it too.”

“What?”

“I know.”

“That’s generous of her.” She says with some haughtiness and I laugh self consciously. “Well, yeah, I know it is. Honestly I think it’s a bit mad, but she really wants to do this. I think she wants an excuse for a party though, and my birthday just happens to be the next one coming up.”

“Well, fair enough. It’s her money.”

“So what do you think? Will you come?”

She sighs ruefully. “You know, I really wish we could but Shane and I already have plans.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. It’s such a shame because I’d love to be there for you but it’s kind of something we can’t get out of.”

The waiter comes back with our lunch and I cradle my coffee to my chest trying to warm up my cold hands. “Is it a family thing?” 

“Nope.”

“Oh do you have a thing with Jaz and Serena?”

“Um… no.” She looks shifty. I watch her carefully as she starts picking at the crisps on her plate. What’s up with her? Her gaze is lowered and her lashes fanning over her cheeks so I can’t read the expression in her eyes. I try another question. “Okay, is it like, a concert or a play or something?”

“No, it isn’t.” She finally relents. “We’re actually meeting some friends.”

“What friends? You can just bring them to the party, the more the merrier honestly.” I pause. “Unless it’s Kelly. It’s not Kelly, is it?”

She smiles. “No, it’s not Kelly. As if I would hang out with her unless I was absolutely forced to.”

“Anybody else.” I state. “Anybody else I’d be totally fine with you bringing along. Even if you’re getting dinner or something first, you’re all welcome to come to the party afterwards, I really don’t mind.”

“Okay.” she says slowly, clearing her throat anxiously. “Except for that it’s Jude.”

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[theoddcatlady]

I keep getting invited to this church called The Enlightened. They won’t leave me alone.

I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m paranoid, I can’t sleep, I can’t stand this anymore. I need to tell someone what’s going on.

It started last month, when I was walking to the bus stop to get to work. I don’t drive, not since my car accident about two summers ago. Car got totaled and getting a new one just wasn’t in the cards. Since there was a bus stop less than a mile from my apartment anyway, what was the big deal?

I wouldn’t have run into them if I did have a car though.

A pair of guys were at the stop. Both were probably around my age, both were clean cut, wearing white button ups and ties, and both wore matching blue disposable face masks. One of them was tall and scrawny, a toothpick of a guy, a bag full of papers slung over his shoulder. The other wore glasses and was about my height, and uh, let’s just say I’m not exactly a tall lady, and he was trying to hand out said papers… which were so clearly religious pamphlets.

I thanked Christ my bus was pulling up right then. Jehovah’s Witnesses are a menace. The shorter guy cleared his throat as I passed and was likely about to start his spiel. I cut him off with ‘I have to get on this bus’ before he could even get started. I was not in the mood, I had things to do and I did not want to get preached at.

I practically forgot about them by the time I got to work anyway. I cracked a few jokes about it to my coworkers, we laughed, then we got our heads down and went to work. Wasn’t worth the second thought. By the time I clocked out and got on the bus to go home, I was thinking about dinner and how to extend my groceries a little longer so I could save up for a new laptop.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got off the bus and those two guys were still there. Tall guy with his bag of pamphlets, shorter guy trying to strike up a conversation with less than interested people passing by. Even if they were still the same guys, I could tell they were disheartened. The tall guy was starting to nod off from where he sat on the bench and even the upbeat short guy was losing steam. I got off the bus just in time to hear a passerby tell him to fuck off and the poor short guy looked like a kicked puppy. I’d bet twenty bucks they hadn’t given away a single pamphlet all day.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I felt bad for them, even if I find what they were doing completely obnoxious. So I slowed down.

“Yeah?”

The short guy’s eyes went wide. I thought it was because he was shook someone actually stopped but it was actually for something else.

“Hey, you passed by this morning!” He reached up and tapped his mask. “I recognize the cats on your face mask. I remember thinking how cute they were.”

I laughed weakly before glancing at him and his buddy. “Have you seriously been here all day?” I asked.

“Yeeeaaahhh… keep telling the minister that we’d probably get better success stories if we weren’t in these monkey suits,” The guy pulled at his shirt collar and mock gagged, “Everyone just thinks we’re Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses.”

“Wait, you’re not?” I blurted out. I couldn’t help it, but can you blame me?

The guy chuckled, the area by his eyes crinkling as he no doubt was smiling. “Hell no. We’re a bit different. Hey, it’s about time to give up for the day. Peter and I are gonna go grab a coffee, how do you take yours?”

I snorted. “Just because I’m being nice doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen to whatever crap you want to tell me,” I said.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m just gonna get you a caramel macchiato.”

I sputtered for a moment while Peter gathered up his bag of pamphlets. The short guy held out his hand.

“I’m Sam. Do you want a caramel macchiato or not?”

In the end, I accepted the free drink. It was cold, I didn’t want to seem like a jerk, and I enjoyed it outside with the pair of weird street preachers. Now that they were done with their thing, both had immediately relaxed their wardrobe. Both had ditched their ties, Peter had pushed up his sleeves to show off a fantastic flower themed sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and Sam had untucked a necklace from his shirt that had a bunch of little strange silver charms on it.

Sam sipped at his latte while we made polite conversation. Turned out Peter wasn’t really the chatty type, only offering a ‘mmhmm’ and ‘sure’ every now and then to the conversation, but Sam was the one carrying the conversation. He had to take off the mask to enjoy his drink and he was actually kinda cute, completely inoffensive appearing human being. We didn’t talk religion. We just talked about our days, what we do when we’re not at work or preaching to uninterested people on sidewalks, and by the end of it I figured they weren’t so bad. I only took a pamphlet after Peter offered one the second time, turned out Sam wasn’t the only one who could look like a kicked puppy. I left figuring I’d never see them again, that this was just a funny little coincidence and it’d make a great story.

Now I can’t help but wonder if they had stayed at the bus stop waiting just for me to come back.

The next day I was heading back from work when I heard someone call my name.

“Amy! Amy, wait up!”

It was just Sam, now dressed down in a t-shirt and jeans, still wearing that goofy charm necklace but now wearing a neat custom face mask with little skulls dotted all over it. Under his arm he was lugging along a laptop. I stopped and he caught up, a little bounce in his step as he pulled his mask down to reveal his beaming smile.

He raised the laptop up to me. “For you,” He said.

I stammered and immediately went to reject it. “I can’t accept this-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Sam laughed, “When you said yesterday you were trying to be a writer but your laptop wouldn’t stop freezing when you tried to do anything on it, I remembered I had my old laptop just chilling in my closet. So what the hell, better put it to better use, right? If it makes you feel better, consider it a loaner until you get one for yourself.” Once again, he presented it.

I won’t say it was like brand new, but it was clearly bought within the last two years. And man, a free laptop. I chewed the inside of my lip before I slowly reached up to take it. “It’s a loaner, then. It’s yours when I get my own. How often do you get new laptops?” I asked.

“Practically every other year,” Sam grinned sheepishly, “I play a lot of video games, and I always want the best. I can afford it.”

“Didn’t think that giving out Jehovah’s Witness pamphlets paid that much,” I said as I continued to examine the laptop.

“Funny,” Sam scoffed. “You didn’t even read that pamphlet, did you?”

I knew I was blushing, I always do when I’m embarrassed. Sam, thankfully, didn’t seem all that offended. “It’s cool. I know you were trying to be polite. I won’t tell Peter, but if you ever see him again, he’ll totally figure out you didn’t. And he’ll be grumpy. He’s pretty passionate about this sorta thing, you know?”

I sighed. “Fine, I’ll read it once I’m home.”

“Great! I gotta get going,” Sam rolled his eyes, “Pamphlets to give out, people to talk to. Ta for now!” With that, he pulled his mask back up and hurried back the direction he came from.

I took my new treasure home and almost immediately booted it up. It ran like a dream compared to my old computer. I was thrilled to bits and resolved to read that pamphlet while I worked on dinner, as my thank you to these pair of weird street preachers.

The pamphlet itself wasn’t too bad. It was white, with a black clip art oil lamp on the front and Times New Roman font reading ‘The Enlightened’. Inside was more basic clip art of people holding hands and it really just gave off the really basic feeling of community and raising each other up. The first line read ‘The age of enlightenment is upon us. The reason behind everything exists with us.’ Sure, I laughed, that sounded cheesy as hell. But I read the whole thing, and it didn’t seem all that nutty off the bat. The whole message can be summed up as how we’re here to lift each other up in this world and that should be our goal in life.

I had just finished boiling the noodles for my spaghetti when I heard a knock at my door. I didn’t think much of it, wondering if it was just a late package as I headed for the door.

I opened the door and there they were. Sam and Peter, back in their clean white shirts and ties, Sam raising his hand to knock again.

We both froze. Sam’s eyes bugged out before he chuckled. “Huh. Funny coincidence. Hi, Amy!”

I cleared my throat. “Hi… how did you find out where I lived?” Get that question out first.

“We didn’t,” Sam shook his head, “We’re just going door to door to see if we can get more pamphlets out and if anyone that took one has any questions. Did you read it?”

He sounded honest, completely innocent of anything creepy. I glanced around the door to make sure there wasn’t about to be like a mob coming in to murder me and steal my stuff. “Yeah, while I was cooking dinner. It’s… interesting?”

I could tell both guys were smiling. Sam pulled his mask down. “Then can we come in? We’ve been already going door to door for like an hour, and we’re supposed to be out until eight. Love to kill some time just chilling with a friend.”

I don’t know why I didn’t say no. They were near strangers. Maybe I felt obligated because of the coffee and the computer to at least give them some of my spaghetti, let them do their little ‘come to god’ thing before finding a way to shoo them out the door.

Honestly? I would’ve taken Jehovah’s Witnesses over this. This was on the same level as Scientology for me, as in it was completely freaking batshit insane.

The Enlightened aren’t a Christian sect, Sam explained as we ate dinner and I tried to remain as open minded as I physically could. They worshiped the Beings, well, not really worshiped. Peter cut in to say it’s more like they respected the Beings, relied on them for guidance. The Beings were here before humans were, and oh, how did humans get here? They were originally fish swimming through space, finally coming to earth and evolving into life as we know it.

Oh, and apparently, the sun is apparently a portal to hell. No. I’m not shitting you. The sun. Is a portal. To hell. It took literally all of my restraint not to bust out laughing at that point. I would’ve thought they were pulling my leg if Sam hadn’t said it all so calmly and matter-of-factly. By the end of our meal, I almost gave Sam his laptop back. This was absolutely ridiculous and I wanted no part of these crazy people.

But before they left, Peter took my hand. He didn’t even ask.

“The Being I rely on most is called Yehunee,” He said, which was the longest sentence he’d said all night, “She can see the future. I’d like to see your future.”

I tried jerking my hand back but Peter had a firm grip. My heart started to pound a bit and I started thinking of how stupid it was to let two strange men into my place when Sam grabbed Peter’s arm.

“Peter, let her go, you’re freaking her out.”

Peter released me before Sam turned to me. “I’m sorry, he was a raised Enlightened and I swear that broke his brain from common sense. Just let him do the reading, it’ll be like a minute, and then we’ll go. We hope to hit a few more doors tonight.”

I sighed. If this was the best way to get them out of here, so be it. I gave Peter my hand back and he stared at my palm so intently it made me want to squirm. I almost expected him to start speaking in tongues.

“… Don’t be afraid of strangers, they’ll mean well and be there for you when you’re in a bind. You’ll find what you love doing is not only an option but a profitable one as well. Look out for hooligans, they won’t try to hurt you but they won’t know their own strength. And by the end of the week, you’ll need your love to keep you going.”

Peter finally released my hand and I sighed with relief. “Right, so you said you had to be going?” I said, practically jogging to the door to escort them out.

“Yup! Thanks for letting us take a break tonight!” Sam grabbed his face mask and headed out, Peter right behind him. “Hope to see you again sometime!”

When I closed the door behind them, I was already thinking about how to get to work without going to that specific bus stop. Thanks, but no thanks.

It was just too uncanny that the next day Peter’s prophecies began to fulfill themselves.

I was picking up my groceries, since I no longer needed to get a laptop I splurged a little, got a few wants along with all my needs. For me that made it all the more humiliating when I reached for my wallet and it wasn’t there.

My face turned tomato red as I dug through my purse before checking all of my pockets, the girl at the register looking less and less impressed by my insistence that it ‘had to be here somewhere’. I wanted to melt into the floor when I confirmed that somehow, one way or another, I’d lost my wallet. God. Damn. It. I could just feel the judgment from everyone witnessing this.

Then I felt someone tap my shoulder and I turned to see the elderly woman in a nice red coat who had been in the line right behind me. I opened my mouth to apologize and she held up a hand. Then she looked at the cashier.

“May I pay for this girl’s groceries?”

I nearly started crying. I almost told her to not bother, but something stopped me. And that something was Peter’s freaking voice in my head saying ‘Don’t be afraid of strangers, they’ll mean well and be there for you when you’re in a bind.’ So instead I thanked her, again and again, while she laughed and said it was hardly a big deal. In this world we’re here to look out for each other, after all.

I didn’t notice until I was about to walk away that this woman had a few pins in the lapel of her coat. The two that stuck out the most were a small fish and a lamp. An oil lamp.

I just thanked her once more before I excused myself out of there. It was a coincidence, of course. I knew of a few Christians that also used fish as a religious symbol, same with the lamp. It was just bizarre.

It was when I was heading home that I got the sudden impression that I needed to duck. I practically dove to the ground, and it was lucky for me that I did that. A glass bottle flew through the air right where my head had been, shattering on the wall behind me. It had come from a black car whizzing by, and judging by how loud and rowdy they sounded, they were probably drunk and just having a good time. The car sped down the street and rounded the corner with a screech of the tires. Like that, they were gone, off to keep on partying and doing whatever a bunch of drunk morons do on a weekday.

‘Look out for hooligans, they won’t try to hurt you but they won’t know their own strength.’

My skin, I swear it crawled as I remember Peter’s third prophecy. I reminded myself that there was just no way he could tell the future. It was just a bizarre coincidence.

I got home, I made dinner, and I crawled into bed.

The next morning I woke up to several missed calls from my boss. He was so apologetic, but it was an emergency, and he recommended I turn on the local news for the full effect.

I won’t be too specific where I work, because I don’t know who’s reading this, but where I had worked had burnt to the ground. It looked like faulty wiring had just taken the building down, thank god no one had been inside when it ignited. But because the kind of work I typically do isn’t really one you can do from home, I was now out of work.

‘By the end of the week, you’ll need your love to keep you going.’

My head swam as I instinctively headed for my new laptop and started scrolling through my email, looking through all the writing jobs that I had been wanting to apply for but never had the time for. Submissions for magazines or anthologies, things like that. I wanted to test something and that something was Peter’s only unfulfilled prophecy.

‘You’ll find what you love doing is not only an option but a profitable one as well.’

Sure enough, by some miracle or whatever, I got an email back from one of the jobs I threw my name in the hat for. They liked what I had to offer and were going to pay me double the rate if I could it done by the end of the week. Which I could, because I had a lot of sudden free time.

Every single prophecy. Every single freaking one. Just as Peter had told.

But I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that these prophecies were self fulfilling. I felt like I was being played with, and I wasn’t going to accept this at face value.

So. I started by googling the name of the editor of the magazine that had offered me the job. He was pretty internet absent shockingly enough, but I found his Facebook page. It was practically vacant, except for two things-

He was friends with the old lady from the grocery store and a Samuel Sutton. And the one thing he’d liked was The Enlightened Facebook group.

Samuel Sutton didn’t have a picture on his Facebook profile that was of his face, but I recognized the charm necklace he was putting together in one of the public photos. Sadly, The Enlightened Facebook group was not public, at least it wasn’t now. Maybe it had been in the past. I don’t know. Either way I was definitely spooked. I knew I was right to be suspicious.

Of course this is when my internet started cutting in and out on my laptop, making further research from there damn near impossible. So the rest had to be done from my phone, all while I side eyed the innocuous laptop from where it sat on the table, the webcam now covered with duct tape.

I didn’t have any scotch tape and I was starting to feel rightfully paranoid.

I googled The Enlightened and didn’t come up with much other than a webpage clearly designed in the 90’s. I scrolled through the bad website design and I came up with basically nothing new, other than the Enlightened were founded in the late seventies by a man named Ray White, formerly Ray Bram. He’s now ‘forever with the Beings’, aka he’s food for the worms… or whatever the Enlightened do to their dead. I do not want to know.

I blamed my following dreams that night about all the Enlightened crap floating through my brain. I dreamed about floating through space, followed by thousands of others just like me. Not floating… swimming. We saw the beautiful blue orb that grew bigger with every moment, until I realized that the blue orb was a planet. There was a golden light in the distance that also attracted by attention, and although its warm pulled at me, I knew I had to go to that blue planet. So down I went, through the atmosphere, through the clouds, and into the ocean below.

I woke up before I started turning into a person, because I presume I was one of those stupid fucking fish Sam talked about. I hated it.

What I hated more is that Sam just ‘bumped into me’ while I was out for coffee. Nevermind I’d never seen him at that coffee shop before he got me that stupid macchiato that started all this in the first place, and now suddenly he was there, acting like he’d been getting coffee there his damn life.

He perked up when he saw me and waved. “Hey, Amy, you’re usually at work right now, right? Something happen?” He said, sounding so casual and relaxed.

My stomach twisted. “I’m just here to pick up my coffee and go, I’m busy,” I said, trying to hold back the shakes that came from seeing him here. “When do you want the laptop back?”

“When you don’t need it anymore. But hey, if that one’s not working out, I can see if Peter’s willing to give up any of his old machines,” Sam laughed, “But I doubt it. He still has one of his dad’s laptops, the thing’s practically a blunt weapon with how heavy it is.”

“Yeah, I have to go,” I said, almost dropping my coffee with how fast I grabbed it.

“Same, see you again, Amy.”

Sam left just in front of me, and when I left the coffee shop I swear my heart stopped. I dropped my coffee and didn’t even try to pick it up as its contents spilled out all over the sidewalk.

Sam was getting into his car. A black car. Not unlike the black car I saw that night with all the ‘hooligans’ inside. He noticed me staring real quick and managed to pull off confusion pretty frikken’ well.

“You good, Amy? You need a ride? I just have to make a stop back the church, but I can get you home.”

I swallowed, shaking my head. “I… I’m good,” I murmured before I walked away, using all my restraint not to bolt down the sidewalk and get away from what was no doubt an actual fucking crazy person. Some sort of deranged stalker hiding behind his bizarre religion to freak me out and try to manipulate me.

I threw the laptop away in the dumpster. I locked my door and all of my windows. I drew the shades, I curled up on the couch and dug out my emergency wine stash. I did not want to be sober anymore.

I don’t think I drunk that much. I don’t know anymore. Because I remember pouring myself a glass and the next thing I was waking up in bed, and I could hear someone in the kitchen. Someone was humming.

I was still wearing the clothes I had been the day before, which was a fucking relief, but I still crept out into the kitchen expecting to see a psycho. Instead, it was just Sam, frying up some eggs and bacon, buttering toast and looking perfectly natural.

“What the fuck?!”

Sam looked up and winced. “Ooooh, that’s how bad the hangover is, huh?” He said.

True, my head was killing me, but I wanted to run. Run like hell. “How the hell- why are you-”

“Did you forget?” Sam walked over, his brow knitting in concern. “You called me last night and asked if I could come over.”

“I don’t have your number,” I said.

“I gave it to you yesterday at the coffee shop. You wrote it down on your hand.”

I was trembling as I raised my hand up.

It was a phone number, in blue ink, my handwriting, in my palm. Like where I write everything that I’m scared of forgetting.

“I didn’t call you,” I said, shaking my head.

“You did, and you sounded… really drunk,” Sam exhaled as he went back to the stove to turn over the bacon. “You were crying about losing your job? I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to come off as insensitive or anything yesterday, I didn’t know about the fire until you told me.”

I bolted for the living room, my head throbbing so bad I wanted to vomit. I picked up my phone and unlocked it, checking my outgoing calls. Sure enough, around eleven I’d made not one, not two, but five fucking phone calls to the number scrawled on my hand.

“I was worried, so I came over. You cried all over my t-shirt, you were upset and I didn’t really know what else to do. So I helped you get to bed and I figured I should stay, just in case you got sick or something. I was worried, Amy.”

I shook my head. “I locked my door though, windows too,” I said.

“Did you?” Sam frowned. “I let myself in after you didn’t answer. I didn’t check the windows though-”

I did. I ran around the apartment like a chicken with its head cut off, checking everything. Windows weren’t locked, my emergency wine bottle was empty even though I can only remember that one glass. My makeup was all ran like I had been crying, like Sam said I was. Everything lined up with what he said had happened, except for my own memories.

When I finally returned to the kitchen, Sam had two eggs, two pieces of toast and a stack of bacon ready on a plate and was pouring a glass of orange juice for me. He still looked worried. “You look a little pale, Amy, are you okay? You look messed up.”

I opened my mouth to respond but instead just ended up running for the sink to vomit. Sam held my hair back and just patted my back while I vomited up was I presume was the oh so lovely mixture of stomach bile and wine.

“You know what? How about you go lay back down, I’ll bring you your breakfast in a bit. You got tums or advil for the pain?”

I shoved Sam away, wiping the puke off my mouth best I could. “I don’t remember calling you. I know I locked the door, I know… I know I did. I threw away your laptop. I didn’t drink that much, what the fuck is going on?” I sounded pathetic I’m sure, but you try sounding great during what felt like the worst hangover of my life.

“You what?” Sam left my side and poked his head into my office before he laughed. “What are you talking about, Amy, my laptop’s right there. Christ, how wasted did you get?”

No. No way. Despite the room spinning around like I was on a carnival ride, I ran to the office. The laptop was still there. Not broken. Not even dirty.

Had I thrown it out after all? I can’t even tell you for sure now. I just sunk to the floor, ready to start crying, while Sam squatted down next to me.

“I… I…” I swallowed. “I need to be alone. Or, I need my mom, she’s not far from here…”

Sam handed me my phone, I’d probably dropped it somewhere along the way during my run around the apartment panic. “Go ahead. I gotta go to church anyway. If you need some support while you’re between jobs, I promise, The Enlightened can give you any help you need,” He said, giving my back a final pat before he got up and left the apartment.

I didn’t end up calling my mom. We’re not that close. I’m not really close to many people, if I’m honest. I lost a lot of my friends after high school when they all took off for college and I hung behind to join the work force. It’s not like they dumped me on purpose, we just lost contact. I wasn’t really close to my coworkers either, I’d chat with them but I never really made plans with them. I’m not lonely, or I don’t think I am. Maybe I am. Maybe that’s why I talked with Sam and Peter that day. I was that pathetic and lonely that I talked with two randos I thought were Jehovah’s Witnesses.

This all started a month ago and I keep finding Sam and Peter in my life. Mostly Sam, and never Peter without Sam. I’ve refused all other fortunes from Peter, which clearly upsets him but I don’t know if I care about his feelings. I am getting more writing jobs thanks to that first connection I made with that editor, but I am not using the laptop Sam gave me. That’s currently in a box, that’s in another box, that’s duct taped shut and shoved to the back corner of a closet.

I don’t know how Sam’s wormed his way into my life so efficiently, but now I even find myself calling him on my own. It feels like he’s always been there. Sometimes I even see him in my dreams, laughing or smiling at me, looking at me with fondness and warmth that makes me feel… good about myself. I sometimes wonder how good I felt before I met him, if I felt this good before.

But I don’t know. My brain’s been so turned around. I don’t know how much I can trust myself, if I’m losing my mind. I know I cannot join the Enlightened, even if Sam and Peter are okay at times. It’s nuts, right? It’s all crazy talk. There is no Being in my dreams telling me it’s okay to doubt, but it’s never okay to assume something’s wrong from the get go. His name isn’t Riesis, and I know that those shadows outside my window aren’t people watching me, it’s just trees.

I don’t know anything anymore. I just. Don’t. All I know is that every time Sam asks me to go to the Enlightened Church with him, it’s becoming harder and harder to say no.

#my stories

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The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previous: –seven.

–eight.

KENEDI’S POV

The sheer horror on Miguel’s face throughout the entire movie, made me stifle a few laughs.

He was so talkative during the entire movie , demanding answers for every scene, giving me a confused look as he did so.

“What is this?”

“Are they like vampire zombies?”

“WHY DID HE DIE?!”

I laid on my back, with my head hanging off the bed and hands on my belly, laughing controllably. My stomach started cramping at how hard I laughed, Miguel is hilarious.

“There’s nothing to laugh about.” I heard Miguel sigh.

I sat up, still laughing and crawled close to him. “It’s just a movie.”

“Why did you make me watch that?” He put a hand on his forehead, then looked at me. “It was so sad.”

I fake frowned and rubbed his toned arm. “Aw, I’m sorry Miggy.”

He perked up and looked at me.

“Miggy?”

I didn’t even realize I called him a nickname, was I that comfortable around him.

“I’m sorry if that was weird.” I removed my hand from his arm.

He held my hand, his deep brown eyes staring into mine, almost lovingly. “No, I like it. My brother calls me that, but it sounds so much better when it rolls off your tongue.”

I averted my gaze, I had this overwhelming feeling in my chest.

“Can you say it again, conejita?” His hand held mine a little tighter.

I looked back at him. “M-Miggy.”

He had this satisfying look on that handsome face of his, easing his way over to me.

My body also started getting closer to his.

I could taste his breath, that’s how close we were. I could almost feel how soft those lips of his are gonna be.

“Papá!” Gabriella’s voice startled both of us, making us back away from each other.

He let go of my hand, it burned when he did that, I liked when touched me.

“Shit, she probably had a bad dream.” Miguel got out of bed. “I’m gonna check on her.”

I scratched my head and put on a smile. “Uh, yeah, I should be getting to bed anyway.”

His expression was unreadable. “Yeah, you’re right. Good night, conejita.”

I slid out of bed and made my way to the door. “Good night, Miguel.” I zoomed down the hall and went into the guest bedroom before Miguel could come out of his room to check on Gabby.

I sat on the bed, head in hands.

This was the second time we almost kissed.

🎀

I woke up to get Gabby ready for school, packed her lunch and made breakfast. Miguel was still asleep in his room.

“Kenedi, you remember my game today, right?” She played with her scrambled eggs.

I looked up from sweeping the floor. “Of course I do, Gabby. I’ll be there, I promise.” I smiled at her.

That seemed to get her in a better mood.

“Hurry and eat, the school bus will be here soon.” I swept up the dirt and threw it in the garbage.

“Okay!” She answered.

I turned to wash my hands at the sink.

“Morning.”

I turned around to see Miguel, shirtless and yawning while rubbing his eye. My eyes were sinfully glued to his body, looking from his slightly chest to his happy trail. I bit my thumb at the sight, trying to regain composure.

“Buenos dias, Papá.” Gabriella hopped off the chair and hugged her father’s leg.

That brought me back to reality, removing my thumb from my mouth and back to my normal breathing.

“Mija!” He beamed, lifting her into the air, she giggled uncontrollably.

I smiled at the adorable scene before me. “Good morning, Miguel.”

Miguel looked at me, putting Gabby back on the floor. “Slept well?”

The rasp in his voice made my thighs press together. “I did, thank you again.”

“It’s really nothing, think of here as your second home.” His gaze never left mine.

“Tha-thank you.” I stuttered.

I mentally cursed myself for stuttering like that in front of him.

“Papá, my game is today!” Gabby jumped around.

Miguel’s smiled widely. “How could I forget that? I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” He placed a kiss on her forehead.

I looked out the window to see the bright yellow bus nearing. I quickly grabbed her backpack and lunch bag, handing them to her and helping her.

“Have a good day, okay?” I kneeled down and smiled.

She hugged me tightly. It was a shock to me, my heart swelled at her actions, hugging her right back. She then hugged her Father’s leg and ran out the door.

“Bye Papá! Bye Kenedi!”

“Bye!” Miguel and I said in unison, our eyes meeting each other’s.

“You’re really good with her.” He spoke. “I don’t think anyone else could do this job as good as you.

I smiled uncontrollably, looking down at my bare feet. “Th-thank you, Miguel. There’s some breakfast in the oven, if you want.”

His eyes brightened. “Oh thank you.”

I looked at the time on the stove. 8:45. I’ve got time to sit and eat breakfast.

“Would you like to eat breakfast with me? We’ve got time to burn, right?”

I honestly wasn’t expecting that request. “Uh yeah, we do. I would like that very much.”

I shared our breakfast for both of us and we sat, and ate, and talked until it was nearing my time to go to work.

“Gosh, I’ve gotta get going.” I picked up both of our plates, putting them in the sink. “My boss’ flight will arrive soon.”

Miguel sighed. “Do you really have to go?”

I laughed. “You should also get ready for work.”

He groaned, almost like he was a child.

I couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so cute.

“I love your laugh.”

My laughter ended at his surprising comment. His eyes looked at me so softly, almost dreamily.

“Thank you.” My voice trembled. “I’m gonna get ready.”

🎀

Finally off from work, I went home to shower before going to Gabby’s soccer game. I pulled my braids into a ponytail with a pink ribbon, slid on a brown nike hoodie, pink shorts and my favorite pair of baby pink converse.

All the parents cheered for their children, clapping loudly and calling their names.

I cheered for Gabby, she’s number 8. She looked around, spotting me with the happiest look on her face.

“Go Gabby, that’s my baby!” An unfamiliar voice cheered.

I turned around to see a gorgeous woman with long, dark brown hair, tan skinned and dark red lipstick, she almost looked like..Gabby?

My eyes widened in realization. That is Gabby’s mother…Miguel’s ex wife, she has to be. I’ve never seen her before, but it has to be her.

She’s a bombshell, wow.

My phone vibrated. I turned back around to check it, it was a text from Miguel.

Miguel

Just arrived to the school

Me

Okay

I twisted my lips, contemplating on if I should tell him his ex wife is here, maybe he knows, right?

It took no time for Miguel to find me, greeting me with that charming smile of his.

“Conejita, how’s the game going?”

Looking up at him, I smiled. “Ga—”

“Miiiggguuueeelll!” Before I knew it, arms were around Miguel’s shoulders.

I looked back to see her, Miguel’s ex wife, standing on the bleachers to reach his level. I bit my inner cheek and continued watching the game, trying not to seem bothered.

Miguel’s loud sigh made me look back at the pair. He didn’t look too pleased, removing her arms from his shoulders.

“Oh come on, so grumpy all the time.” She rolled her eyes, stepping in between me and Miguel.

They looked perfect together.

Miguel looked over her head to look at me, giving me an almost apologetic look. “Kenedi, this is Lorelai, Gabriella’s mother.”

“You can say ex wife too, you know?” Her eyes rolled, then she looked to me. “Nice to meet you, so you’re Kenedi.”

I grew nervous. “Ye-yes.”

“Gabby talks about you all the time, thank you for taking care of her.” She pulled some of her hair back.

“It’s really no problem.” I gave her a nervous smile.

Lorelai flashed me an almost blinding smile. Was she just perfect in every way?

🎀

Next: –nine.

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[shippaidan]

no one says that they are afraid of love as beautifully as you do

>>chapter: four >>pairings: chuuya x fem!reader | dazai x fem!reader >>genre: a little bit of angst with some comfort, fluff >>status: ongoing >>words: 1,8k >>cw: spoilers, she/her pronouns for reader, swearing, mentions of alcohol, one (!) canon-typical mention of suicide plans, as always a lot of reflections and "what if"s , but mostly fluff (or as fluffy as I could get)

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HOPE.

That night, the scent of approaching spring was lingering in the air.

Their synchronized footsteps echoed through the walls of the nearly empty mafia headquarters. It was really late. In a good mood they were returning from a meeting with the boss, who once again praised them for another successful mission.

"Damn, what a great day." She raised her arms high above head, stretching her slightly sore joints. "And by the way, you did amazing today, Chuuya."

"Said the one who did almost all the work." He rolled his eyes with a smile on his lips. "You didn't even need me for anything. If this keeps up, Mori's going to start sending you out solo."

"Please no, don't even say that. I really like going on missions with you. Solo won't be the same."

"Yeah, same here. You're actually the best partner I've ever had."

"Oh stop it! You'll make me blush." She joked actually abashed, waving her hand. She still didn't always know how to take the praise that was constantly coming out of his mouth, but he lived for her reactions and definitely had no intention of stopping. He had to make up for all these years after all.

"I would definitely pay to see that. A powerful mafia executive with blushing cheeks? Priceless.”

"Shut up!" Their soft laughter carried down the long corridors, as she slapped him lightly on the shoulder, shaking her head.

Things began to slowly come together. Everyday life took on vibrant colors again, and hope once again found refuge in her heart. She was more happy to get out of bed in the morning, the sunrise spent with coffee in her hand no longer stirred unnecessary memories, and she preferred to spend her evenings with a good book than a glass of alcohol. She felt as if she had finally come back to life.

However, she would not be able to do it without a man right next to her. His very presence helped her to move forward. And everything was slowly getting better.

"Why don't we grab a drink? My treat. I’m dying for some whiskey to be honest." She suggested, getting into his black car. Chuuya sent her a doubtful look, turning on the engine.

"Yeah, sure. Great idea. Alcohol is exactly what you need right now." The exaggerated sarcasm could be sensed a mile away. "Better think about what we're going to order. I don't want to spend an hour choosing a restaurant like last time."

"No way! You pick the food tonight, I'm picking the movie. We take turns." She reminded him, but at the same time turned on her phone in search of restaurants open at this hour, while Chuuya focused his gaze on the road.

"You fucking cheater. You picked the movie last time, and I ordered Chinese." Chuuya glanced at her in disbelief, slightly offended. "It was that weird vampire thriller. The one with the guy who was turned into a vampire and dragged into a game of life and death, remember? He drowned at the end."

"Oh yeah, It was a really good movie."

"Well it was good, I admit. But now it's my turn."

"Yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes and dismissed the man with a wave of her hand. "You're going to pick some shit again anyway."

"Wow okay. First of all, rude. Second of all, I have incredible taste in movies, don't even try to deny it. That last one I picked was just a minor slip up."

"Yeah, right. Incredible taste in movies my ass. The only movies you ever want to watch are the mafia ones."

"Because they're good!"

"Dude, your life is one big mafia movie, don't you get tired of it?"

"Never."

Their light-hearted banter has become her new reality. So did sleepovers, breakfasts together, movie nights and going out to dinner when there happened to be a shorter day at work. Their daily routines already included the other person completely and they couldn't imagine it any other way.

Almost every morning, moments before sunrise, she was the one who would get up first. With a quiet step, she would go to the kitchen and prepare two coffees, knowing that Chuuya would get up soon after her. She would take one of the mugs and, as usual, go out on the balcony to watch the slowly awakening city. Waiting for him to join her in this morning ritual.

Even now, there still were moments when she thought about the past. She did not wallow in despair over it, but simply reminisced. Her mind couldn't stop painting those familiar brown eyes, as beautiful as they always were. Those eyes which with their ice-cold stare looked only for any sign of danger or a place to hide. She still remembered so clearly, how they were never focused on her, always somewhere else. Even in his embrace, she could never feel the soothing warmth radiating from his body. Always icy cold, just like his words and gaze, always uncertain, always harsh like the darkness of night. Maybe Dazai was not human after all.

Maybe Dazai was the winter. Gently drifting snow on Christmas Eve morning, adorning the eyelashes and hearts of rejoicing people. A child's joy at the thought of making a snowman and a snowball fight on a pleasant day. But at the same time, a blast of harsh frost, right after the setting of the sun. An unforgiving frost that seemed to cut the skin with ice grains. A terrifying snowstorm, ready to destroy everything in its path without regard for the consequences. Frostbitting the hands and chasing everyone away to take shelter in a warm house. Yeah, maybe he was not human, maybe he really was winter after all?

But if that was the case, why did his presence remind her so much of humanity? Why did he at times lift his mask and allow her to see his wounded soul? If he was not human, then why was there a piercing despair in his eyes? The kind of despair that could only appear in the eyes of a painfully human martyr hurt by the shards of a cracking fate and broken promises?

In the days when she had him by her side, she had not dwelt on the subject. She accepted him completely, embracing his crumbled pieces and trying to ease the pain at least a little. And in return, he showed her what it meant to have a home. A place where you can always come back, where you are fully accepted. He gave her the sense of belonging that she had so longed for all her life.

Perhaps it was because of his martyrdom that she felt so comfortable in his company. Without judging each other, they lived from day to day, hoping that during one of them they would see something more in this travesty called life. Secretly sent glances during mafia meetings, that only the two of them could understand. Nights covered in booze where their throats would get sore from shouting the words of songs. Walks along the riverbank and plans for the perfect suicide. Training together, going out for drinks, playing for hours in the arcade. Those were the good times.

But those pleasant moments were mingled with thorns driven into her heart whenever Dazai grew cold again. When his words evasively pushed her away, when he excluded her from his life and once again tried to solve everything alone, as the pain overwhelmed him and drowned him in the depths of hopelessness. He always wanted to be alone whenever the coldness was about to return again. The kind of coldness that no other human could survive. Or at least shouldn't have to survive.

He was so freezing, how had she not noticed that before? Maybe she was blinded by her own emptiness, or maybe she only noticed it the moment she had gone from frigid air to a heat she hadn't known until now. Maybe Dazai was frozen only in comparison to Chuuya's warmth.

Thousands of "what ifs" swirled around her and sometimes she liked to imagine different scenarios of her life. What if she had been a different person those many months ago? Would Dazai have considered staying in the mafia then? What if she had found out about Oda's death before Dazai? Would she be able to stop him? What if she had dropped everything and gone looking for him? Would she find him? And even if she did, what would she do? Was there anything she could have done differently? And honestly, was she really supposed to stop him? Would it be a good decision?

One thing she was absolutely sure of. If by some miracle it turned out that she could have stopped Dazai after all, she probably wouldn't want to know about it now. She can't turn back time and change the story. What's done is done. And that's it. So she left the past behind and moved on. Of course, some memories still paint a smile on her face and that will probably never change. At the end of the day, he was the first person to show her happiness. However, she wasn't longing for that anymore.

She built her life anew. Learned to see the positive in this turn of events. After all, if their story had played out differently, she would have missed the amazing moments that are now called everyday life.

And life at Chuuya's side was a little brighter. A little warmer. She felt so unimaginably human with him that sometimes she forgot what it was like to be a void. They floated together around the sufferings of life, in their worst moments looking only at each other. Never looking away. Always lifting each other up when fate crushed their shoulders and brought them to their knees. They were each other's safe haven. The only good thing in this merciless life.

Every moment had meaning. Dancing together in the middle of the kitchen in slippers and worn pajamas, waiting for the microwave popcorn to finish popping. Singing favorite songs from musicals with the obligatory overdramatic acting. Buying two coffees instead of one. On free weekends, which didn't happen very often, going to their favorite rented cottage and spending quality time in silence, surrounded by the serenity of nature. This was her new reality, one she once not even dared to dream of. Full of hope and a beautiful promise for the future.

If Dazai was the harsh cold of a winter night, Chuuya was the scent of spring lingering in the morning breeze.

And she realized that spring might be her favourite season.

a/n woow, a happy chapter? I really wonder what will happen in the next one....

also, thank you so much for so many notes on this series! I may plan something as a "thank you" soon, so stay tuned! see you in the next one, loves!

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!!! Welcome back. Sorry it’s been taking about two weeks per chapter, life has been busy. Anyway you know the drill! I proofread but typos happen. There is no posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesday at midnight. Also this is a slower burn, but trust me spice is coming… enjoy!!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 4.6k

PART 4:

Wednesdays have never been your favorite days. They always seemed to drag by the longest. This Wednesday was no exception. You were in a bad mood. Blame it on Wednesday, blame it on work, blame it on the hot weather. But the root of your problem was something different entirely. It was Jake. You hadn’t spoken to him since your kiss. In fact, the next morning you woke up you had lingered around perhaps a little longer than you had planned- but Jake never came out of his room. Josh kept making jokes about how Jake can never handle being crossed and you tried to laugh at them- but in the end you left feeling empty. That feeling hasn’t gone away. Jake hasn’t texted you or tried to speak to you since. You felt so many things. Sad. Angry. Confused. All of it. That has carried on into your week. You tried to just forget about it, chalk it up to stupid drunken behavior, but you couldn’t. It was now nearing the end of your day and you were ready to climb back into bed and watch something distracting on tv. It’s basically all you had done all week; order food and binge watch Netflix. At least this morning you had made yourself shower. You were still in pajamas however. A brown Aerosmith vintage tee riddled with holes and short black pajama shorts was the current outfit. Your hair was down, it had air dried from this morning. You also had on a pair of fluffy slippers. Usually they make you feel a little better, but not today. You groaned as you hit send on your final email of the day. Then you heard a knock at your door. You furrowed your brows together. You hadn’t been expecting anyone. Although you supposed it could be Margo, you had seen her a few days ago but not since. You got up from your chair and shuffled towards the door.

“Hello!” Danny greeted when you opened the door.

There stood Sam and Danny at your doorstep. You quickly flicked your eyes around but there was no sign of Jake nor Josh.

“Hi.” You say back in a puzzled tone.

Danny side steps and starts heading inside and Sam follows behind giving you a smile.

You cock your head to the side, trying to figure out if you had made plans and somehow forgotten them.

“Are you off yet? It’s like almost seven o’clock.” Danny says.

Was it really that late? You felt like maybe you were starting to lose it as you checked your watch and it read “6:48pm.”

“Oh yeah I’ve just been responding to emails.” You say trying not to sound conspicuous. “What are you guys up to?”

“I dunno. Thought we could come by and hang. We haven’t seen you in a few days.” Danny says nonchalantly.

Did Jake tell them? No, no he wouldn’t do that. At least you didn’t think he would. But this still strikes you as odd.

“We can order food. Maybe watch a movie or something.” Sam suggests.

You nod your head. “Yeah, it sounds good. Sorry it’s a mess and I’m a mess. I wasn’t really expecting anyone.”

Sam lightly laughs. “You’re good. You don’t look like a mess.”

“Can we order Indian food? I’m craving curry.” Danny says.

“Actually that sounds great. I think there’s a takeout pamphlet on my fridge.” You say.

“Perfect. I’m going to go check it out.” Danny says heading towards your kitchen.

You nod and watch him take off.

Sam is eyeing you a little awkwardly. “Hey I just wanted to say sorry if last weekend was weird or anything. I know sleeping in my room wasn’t the ideal situation. I just didn’t want you on the couch or anything.”

You make a face at him. “Sam, what are you talking about? It wasn’t weird. I thought it was incredibly nice that you did that for me. So thank you.”

“Oh okay. I just didn’t know because the next morning you seemed a little off and I didn’t want it to be because of me.”

You let out an unintentional sigh. “No, not you at all. I was just tired I guess. Come on, let’s go order some food.”

**

The night turned out to be rather pleasant. You, Sam, and Danny had ordered in food and started watching comedy specials. You all laughed at the dumbest jokes whilst also reminiscing on stories from your childhood.

“Hey Birdie, remember when you and Jake went to homecoming and got kicked out for the flasks?” Danny asked with a laugh.

You flinch a little at his name, but force a smile in its place. “Yes. Jake was a fucking idiot of course we were going to get caught.”

Sam lets out a laugh. “You’re right about that. That homecoming sucked anyway.”

“Didn’t you go with- ugh what’s her name? Oh yeah Emma Greene?” Danny asks.

You threw out your hands. “Oh yeah! I totally remember her. She was cute Sam! Why did it suck?”

Sam takes a minute before replying. “Eh homecoming/prom is never as fun when you don’t get to go with who you actually want to go with.”

You make a face. “Aw Sam! Who broke your heart and crushed your dreams?”

Sam shakes his head and puts on a small smile. “Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago.”

Danny clears his throat. “So Birdie, have any plans this weekend?”

“Nope. Probably going to grab brunch with Margo or something.”

“So you’re not busy Saturday night?” Sam asks.

“No, why?”

“You really don’t know?” Danny asks.

You make a strange face at him.

“We have a show Birdie! It’s like an hour away at an amphitheater. You have to come.” Danny says excitedly.

“Oh shit I had no idea.” You say, starting to feel a little bad.

Danny waves his hand. “It’s a pop up show announcement we just announced a few days ago. It’s for charity. You haven’t seen us play since our underage dive bar days.”

You ponder for a minute. “Okay I’ll go. Can Margo come?”

Danny replies with a smile. “Can we come to brunch?”

You huff a laugh. “Yes.”

“That works out perfectly actually. We can meet for brunch and then head over to the venue after.” Sam adds.

“Great, I’ll tell Margo. Can we resume our movie now?”

**

Saturday had rolled around faster than you anticipated. Friday night Margo came over and stayed with you. You two had spent all night picking out concert outfits. Honestly, you think she was more excited than you. Now you were getting ready to meet the guys for brunch. You felt nervous? This will be the first time you had seen or spoke to Jake since that night. You had on a pair of ripped up light wash jeans and a white tank top with a chunky black and gold belt. You threw on a pair of black heeled booties and a lot of gold jewelry. Margo had curled your hair and put in enough product so it would last all day. You had done light makeup and brushed out your lash extensions. You felt ready. Margo had packed a huge bag full of more makeup and touch ups for later. You packed both of your outfits for later.

“Hey! Your phone is ringing. It’s Danny.” Margo yells from the other room.

You fastly shuffle to her and grab your phone to answer it.

“Good morning!” Danny beams from the speaker.

“Good morning Danny. What’s up?” You respond.

“Just checking in on you. Are you guys about ready for brunch?”

“Yeah, actually we were just about to leave here.” You say, walking back towards your room to grab your last minute things.

“Perfect!” Danny says. “Because we are outside. You can’t miss us. It’s the big tour bus right in front of your door.”

You furrow your brows together. “What? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

You peer out of your window and see a giant black bus outside.

“Holy shit. Okay yeah. Give me a minute.” You say wide eyed.

“Take your time.” Danny says before hanging up.

Oh fuck. This was going to be awkward with Jake. At least at brunch you had the distraction of eating. Now you’re about to be in a confined vehicle with him. How would he act? You shook your head and took a deep breath. No time to sit and think- they’re outside.

“Margo! So uh they’re outside to pick us up and they’re here.”

She makes a slightly confused face. “Oh? I thought we were driving. Are we all taking an Uber?”

You huff a laugh. “Something like that.”

You two grab all of your things and start to head out. You might have put on more lip gloss and perfume before going outside, but who was keeping track.

“No fucking way!” Margo exclaimed when she saw the bus.

You slightly shake your head. “Tell me about it.”

The doors open and Josh is awaiting you. “Birdie! Margo! Climb aboard!”

You breathe a laugh. “Hi Josh.”

He hugs both of you and ushers you onto the bus. It’s incredibly nice inside. There are couches straight ahead with a small kitchenette to the side. Then there is a room with beds and a bathroom to the side. Though you can’t see much because the door is cracked.

“What do you think?” Danny asks, throwing his hands out.

You scan the room once more. You hadn’t seen Jake or Sam.

“It’s really nice. You guys are such divas now.” You tease.

Josh snorts a laugh at that. “I wish. This is just for today. Our last tour bus didn’t have running water for about a week. We had to stop at gas stations to brush our teeth.”

You laugh at that and find a seat on one of the couches as the bus starts to pull off. Margo is on the other couch already off in a conversation with Josh. Danny is messing around in the kitchen. You look out the window and watch as you pass the familiarity of your street. Then you feel someone plop down next to you.

“Hey Birdie.” Jake says with a smirk. “You look lovely.”

You turn your head to him and try not to make a face. “Hey Jake.” You say flatly.

He throws his arm over you. “I’m excited you’re coming to the show tonight. I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior on stage. Can’t mess up with such a VIP guest in attendance.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh right.

He grins at you. “I’m going to impress you Birdie.”

“We’ll see about that.” You quip playfully.

Just like that you’re putty in his hands again. Damnit. You had to admit you were a little taken aback by the way Jake was acting after no contact for over a week.

Sam walks over and nods at you. He eyes Jake noticing he’s so close to you. He doesn’t make a face or say anything. The rest of the car ride was filled with comfortable conversation, then you were pulling up to brunch.

“We look so inconspicuous rolling up here like this.” You say, standing up and preparing to exit the large bus.

“C’mon babe. You know we’ve always had a flair for the theatrics.” Jake says, giving you a smile.

Babe.

**

Brunch went well. You had all gotten a variety of different brunch foods and plenty of mimosas. You had decided on strawberry french toast- to which Sam insisted he try. He had gotten an omelet and the guys had given him hell for it with his Pescatarian life. All of this had escalated into a debate about whether or not eggs are vegetarian. You and Sam were very clear that they are; but everyone else seemed to be enjoying teasing you two about it. Now you were all back on the tour bus heading towards the venue. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew it would probably be a smaller venue, which meant it would probably be packed full. Jake was splayed out on the couch with his guitar in hand striking chords and chiming in on the setlist. You sat with Margo and Sam on one of the couches while everyone else was on the opposite one.

“What should we do for an encore or our final song? Has to be something where we can draw out a jam session.” Josh says.

“What’s your favorite song Birdie?” Jake asks you with a smirk.

You pretend to think about it, but you already know. “Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd?” You say with a hint of sarcasm.

Jake lets out a laugh. “Very funny Birdie. But you know I meant by us.”

“Edge of Darkness.”

Jake makes a rather surprised face at you. “Good choice.”

“I didn’t know that one was your favorite.” Sam says.

“Yeah. It might be the nostalgia, but it’s my favorite.”

You said this because of the slides that Jake does with this one. You once saw him use a beer bottle during this song. You’re pretty sure that altered your brain chemistry.

“Hey, it's a good jam song. Write it down.” Danny adds.

“Edge of Darkness it is.” Josh says writing it down. “Hey Margo, did anyone ever tell you what Edge of Darkness us about?”

Everyone groans simultaneously.

Margo makes a confused face. “No, what is it about?”

Josh can’t wipe the smirk off of his face. “It’s about an edge of darkness.”

Margo laughs at that- and truthfully you do too. You hadn’t heard that one in a while.

“Never change Josh.” You say through a smile.

“Oh I already have. We’re divas now, remember?” Josh says, giving you a wink.

**

You had pulled up to the venue shortly after. It was a smaller venue but a lot bigger than you had originally thought. You have seen them play countless dive bars or small auditoriums. But this was larger.

“This way!” The production director says, taking you all back through a series of doors.

You all follow in line as you’re given a mini tour throughout the place. You and Margo decided to hang back in the dressing rooms while they went through stage set up and logistics.

“This is so nice!” Margo says flopping down on the couch.

You lightly giggle. “It is.”

Margo frowns at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just strange seeing them like this. It all feels a little surreal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond happy for them. They have wanted this since we were kids.”

Margo takes your hand and makes you plop down with her. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Jake is way more into you than the groupies. I mean did you see the way he was with you earlier?”

You scoff at her. “That is absolutely not what I mean and let the Jake thing rest. It’s not like that.”

“Mhm whatever you say Birdie. Can we start getting ready now?”

**

“This shit is not budging.” Margo says, setting her face with a ton of spray.

You two had just finished up getting ready. You both looked incredible. You had on a short dark red bodycon dress that mimicked a corset. You wore a pair of sheer black tights and black go-go boots. You had on a pair of red earrings in the shape of hearts that matched your dress. Your hair was curled in rather tight curls that you had brushed a few times. Your makeup was classic, accompanied by lashes and winged liner. Margo had on a long dark blue dress with a high slit. She wore black boots and liner that matched her dress. It was so her style.

“We look fucking hot.” She says, gawking at you both in the full length mirror.

“We do.” You respond with a smile.

Just then the door knob twitches and in walk the boys, already in full stage attire.

“You two are trying to upstage us at our own show huh?” Josh says.

Jake raises an eyebrow and looks directly at you. You just shoot him a small smile.

“Wow you look great. I mean both of you.” Sam says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You all do too. I love the outfits.” You say, gesturing towards their eccentric looks.

“Curtain is in about 30 minutes. Anyone care for a drink?” Danny asks, walking towards the small bar in the corner of the room.

“Please!” Margo says.

“I’ll help.” Jake says walking over with Danny.

You sit down on the couch and Sam finds his seat next to you.

“Are you excited?” Sam asks.

You give him a smile. “Very. Are you?”

“Very.” He responds back.

“Okay whiskey sours for everyone.” Danny announces as he and Jake make their way over to the couches with glasses in hand.

You all take a glass and clink them together.

“Oof this is strong.” You announce as the liquid burns your throat.

Sam gives you a look of amusement.

“Oh come on now. I made it. Take it like a good girl.” Jake says to you with a devilish smirk.

Margo chokes on her drink for a minute while you try not to allow your face to flush.

Danny gives him a weird look. “Okay so the show tonight-“

Then Danny rambles on about timing and much more that you sort of tuned out. While Danny was speaking Margo looked at you and widened her eyes slightly laughing at you. You raised your eyebrows at her, signaling to stop.

“5 minutes until curtain!” The stage hand says busting in through the door.

“Ah shit. Okay let’s do this.” Josh says, slamming down his drink.

The other four follow suit and they all get up to head towards the door.

“See ya out there Birdie.” Jake says, pushing his hair back. You could tell he was electrified by the energy of the impending performance.

“Break a leg.” You say.

Sam gives you a small bow then they’re all out of the door.

“Sooooooo.” Margo starts.

“Not a word.” You say cutting her off.

“Hey ladies. This way, the show’s about to begin.” One of the stagehands says ushering you out.

They take you to a small section in the front that’s barely separated from the rest of the crowd. Wow. It was packed. You saw thousands of people wearing their logo amped and ready to see them. You felt a sense of pride in your chest. Then the lights began to dim and the cheering started.

**

Jake was a guitar god. You had made up your mind on that one. Fuck he looked so hot. Sweating, fingers moving at lightning speed, and his whole body leaning and bouncing with the music. The faces he made caused you to squeeze your knees together just to feel something. There had been a few times where he would look in your direction and smirk or purse his lips. It felt like he was edging you without even touching you. The whole entire performance was electric. Josh hit notes so high you thought glass would break. Danny beat the drums into oblivion. Sam plucked at that base like it was the last thing he’d ever do. And Jake… yeah. You were amazed at how great they were. They had come a long way since the dive bar days. Margo had swayed along with you to the beats, but you felt enthralled after that performance. When the show had ended you and Margo were ushered back through the tunnels to the dressing room.

“Whoo! That one was incredible boys.” Jake said with a smile.

He had just cracked open a bottle of water and started guzzling. There was still sweat shining all over him. But, when you looked around the room you noticed they were all pretty much covered in sweat.

“You guys were amazing. Like seriously, I am blown away!” You say excitedly.

Sam comes over and wraps you in a hug. “Thanks Birdie.”

You cackle and attempt to peel him off of you. “Sweaty!”

He laughs and heads off to grab a bottle of water for himself.

Jake walks up and approaches you, wrapping his right arm around your neck. “You’re too sweet.” Then he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

You try your best to play it off. “Ew! Sweaty again!”

Margo gives you a smirk and you cut your eyes at her.

“Can we please change and go out? I’m awfully bored.” Josh says casually, kicking his feet up on the couch.

“Yes. But no repeats of the last time we went out. I am talking to you Jake and Sam.” Danny says.

Jake lets out a chuckle. “No promises.”

Sam huffs a laugh in response. “Birdie, you’re coming right?”

You lightly whisper to him so no one else can hear. “Only if you’re the one ordering drinks.”

He lets out a laugh. “Deal.”

**

“No Margo, you can’t be serious!” You shout into your phone.

“I’m sorry! But in a way it’s your fault for making me go out after the show. I tried to tough it out today at work and blew chunks before lunch in the bathroom.” Margo says in a sickly voice.

Fuck.

It had been a few days since the night out. All had gone well. Jake was flirty, Sam bought you drinks you had actually liked, and everyone got trashed. So trashed, that when you and Margo had gotten back to your apartment that night you were so convinced that you needed to go to another concert that you had both paid insane resale prices to attend a music festival for this weekend at the beach. It was unlike you to make such rash decisions but that was the alcohol talking. Due to the festival, there were zero hotel rooms available. So you two had rented a tiny one bedroom shack on the beach via AirBNB. You weren’t proud of how much you had paid for that either.

“But you still have like three days to get better!” You pleaded.

Margo sighed. “Listen babe I’m sorry. I really am. But there is no way I’m going to be able to sit in a car for nine hours then party on the beach for the weekend.”

“But it’s The Red Hot Chili Peppers!” You yelled.

“I know and I’m fucking depressed. You still go! Find someone to go with you. I don’t even want to be reimbursed for anything. I just want you to go and have a good time.”

You fake a cry. “It won’t be the same without you.”

Margo huffs a laugh. “I know it won’t. But I need to go. I feel like I’m about to shit myself again.”

“Again?” You ask.

“Fuck off. Love you. Bye.”

Then the phone disconnects. You groan and throw your phone onto the couch before throwing your body in a similar spot. You sat on the couch and sulked for hours. Then you swallowed your pride and texted a friend from college inviting her. You paced around anxiously awaiting a response. Then there was a knock on your door. You raced to the door hoping it was Margo and this was all some sick joke. But alas it was Sam and Danny. This had become somewhat of a regular occurrence. They would show up randomly, unannounced, with food and just hangout for hours.

You huff a little. “Hi.”

Danny makes a face at you. “Who pissed in your cheerios?”

You move out of the way of the door insinuating for them to come in. “No one I’m just-”

Then your phone buzzes. You frantically unlock your phone just to see a polite way of “I already have plans.”

“Fuck!” You groan.

“What is your deal?” Danny continues, shuffling past you and putting paper bags of food on your counter.

You sigh. “Kind of a crazy story. But basically after Sam pumped me full of tequila soda the other night I wasn’t thinking straight and Margo and I bought festival tickets.”

Sam snickers a laugh at that. “Okay, go on.”

“And the festival is this weekend at the beach and Margo is super sick and now I have to find someone to go with and I can’t think of any of my other friends I want to go with so now I’m thinking I’m not going to go and we dropped about a grand total on tickets and a place to stay and yeah.” You say, catching your breath after rapid firing off that information.

Danny looks at you with somewhat wide eyes. “Shit. Uh yeah that is a bummer. Can you get a refund?”

“Nope.” You say, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry sweet cousin. I would volunteer to go with you, but I have a golf session booked this weekend and I’ve had it on the books for a while.” Danny says, feeling bad for you.

You shake your head. “No, no. I wouldn’t expect you to drop your plans and go with me.”

“I’ll go.” Sam says, stepping closer and putting his hands in his pockets.

“Huh?” You say giving him a confused look.

“Yeah. I’ll go. Since you know it’s obviously my fault that you bought the tickets and all.” He says with a smirk.

“No Sam you don’t have to-“ you start.

“Nonsense. I’m not busy this weekend. But if you don’t want me to, that's okay.” He says with a chuckle.

“No! It’s not that at all. If you are down to go then let’s do it.” You say giving him a smile.

“Okay.” He says giving you the same smile. “Now who exactly are we seeing?”

You laugh. “Oh shit I didn’t even get to the best part. Red Hot Chili Peppers. We only bought Saturday tickets just to see them.”

Sam grins. “Oh hell yes. They’re so cool.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “You’ve met them?”

Sam tries to hide his bashfulness. “We did, just once though.”

“Well good it worked out. But I’m starving. Can we eat now?” Danny asks, rummaging through the bags.

You nod your head.

Thank god. Sam had come in incredibly clutch. You felt such a relief. But something had crept into your mind. There was only one bedroom. But that was a problem for another time. Right now you are taking your win. This weekend would be one for the books.

***

-thanks for reading :))

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[wandasfifthwife]

[part two] the yule ball

paring: Yuliya / Diana

tw: suggestive comments (18+), this is a wlw couple, mentions of the goblin/wizard war, established relationship, fluff, Victor Rookwood mention LMAO, some cursing

a/n: Hogwarts Legacy | this game/franchise is NOT mine but these are my oc characters/couple/story, so don’t copy — not proofread— enjoy!!

read pt.1 here!

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Diana pulls at the thin strap of her dress, her nerves beginning to build as the rumors about the possible war mentioned recently flickered about in her mind. A hand nudges her shoulder, “is Yuliya taking you?”

“Yes— I thought I told you that this morning?

Her friend laughs softly, pulling the brush through Diana’s hair, “you did, I just wanted to hear it again.”

A look comes across Diana’s face, “why? That’s weird Amara.”

“I’m just excited for you. I mean I’m excited for her as well, but just excited that you’re really getting to spend some time with your girlfriend.”

Diana smiles at her reflection in the vanity mirror, nerves slowly fading away as she allows herself to live in the present, “yeah, I’m excited too.”

“Well you should be, your girlfriend’s hot. I bet you’re thinking about what she’ll be wearing tonight.”

Diana’s fingers pull at the bracelet on her wrist as a blush rises up the back of her neck, “definitely not. I’m sure she’ll look beautiful.”

Amara just hums, the devilish look staying on her face as she pulls Diana’s hair back, “you’re a bad liar. Anyway, this dress really brings out your eyes, I like it— where’d you get it?”

“Oh— It’s my sister’s, she’s letting me borrow it for tonight after the urgent OWL I sent her.”

“Speaking of your sister, how’s she been after all the recent news? She works in the ministry, military, whatever it’s called— right?”

Diana’s mood shifts. This was the last thing she wants to talk, let alone think about tonight, “she’s okay. She’s not been doing much since they want her back in the informational department.”

“I’m sorry. I hope tonight can be a distraction from that.”

She sighs softly, “me too.”

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Yuliya’s leaning against the stairwell, fingers tapping impatiently on her forearm. Her close friends were chatting amongst themselves, making small talk as they wait. The lighting was dim, students of all ages stood around the room in groups. A friend had tapped her shoulder with a grin when Diana arrived.

Her heart felt as if it was in her head with how loud it was beating. A flirty manner appearing in her body language as she fully turned her body to face Diana. Diana was shy seeing Yuliya, the static in her body making it hard to keep eye contact.

“You look breathtaking,” Yuliya breathes, sliding an arm around her waist, walking them down the stairs. Diana fit her head under Yuliya’s, pressing a kiss to her neck, “so do you.”

Diana felt the pressure fade the further they faded into the night. Slow dancing and whispered conversations making her head spin with pure joy. Yuliya looks behind where they stand, eyeing someone near her age.

Diana sees her head tilted that way and moves to look back as well, “love, why do you keep looking behind us?”

Yuliya presses a kiss to her lips, mumbling for her to not worry, that she’s just looking around. It doesn’t help calm Diana’s nerves in the slightest, “what’s going on, really?”

“I—“ Yuliya debates for a second, ultimately choosing to be honest rather than telling a white lie. “There’s no real threat, I just keep seeing this one man everywhere. It’s hard not to distinguish him with his ridiculous top hat.”

“I would criticize you for judging, but I agree— a top hat?”

Yuliya rubs Diana’s neck, a dramatic pout settled on her face, “why’re you not wearing my necklace?”

Diana rolls her eyes for theatrics, “because I can just have you make one?”

“But I don’t have any beads?”

“Hmm,” Diana wraps her arms behind Yuliya’s neck, “but you have this,” she leans in for a kiss. Yuliya grins into the kiss, laughing at the insinuation.

Diana grabs her drink from the table beside them, taking a moment to scan the room. She freezes completely unsure of what to do with herself at the terror that creeps behind her. It would be so easy for a dark spell to be cast right in front of her, at any second.

Yuliya’s cold hand shakes her from the dreadful idea, concern in her eyes at the faraway look in Diana’s, “are you okay?“

Diana shrugs, “Im okay. I don’t want to take away from the night.”

“You aren’t,” hands press into her hips, “we’re only talking, I care to hear what’s going on. How’re you, actually.”

“I’ve been a bit worried lately. Not only about my sister’s job but the whole situation thing with the goblins and mentions of an upcoming war have had me on edge a bit. Tonight’s been wonderful, but unfortunately I find the most random thoughts are triggering terrible possibilities.”

“How’re you feeling now in this room, do you want to leave?”

“No,” she responds quickly, “I feel comfortable here with you and the others.”

Yuliya mouths at her neck ignoring Diana’s small shove in protest for her to stop. “Then we’ll stay. I can just keep distracting you like this. Oh woe is me.”

“I hate you.”

Yuliya’s eyes light up, and the sight has Diana wanting nothing but to start running 10 miles away, “and I love you. Does this mean I kiss you again?”

#yuliya x diana #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy game #hogwarts #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter oc #harry potter #harry potter franchise #oc ship #oc couple #oc character #my ocs #oc fanfiction #oc fic #wlw fiction #wlw

[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

New years eve

Part 9

Mommy... I mean Wanda series

Summary: you and Wanda get up to some mischief at the new years party.

Warnings: same as the rest of the series

The next morning you woke up to texts from the two women, saying good morning. You responded with a smile on your face, before texting Yelena.

You: Hey wanna come over to mine for new years? Gotta check with my parents, but shouldn't be an issue.

Lena: Hahaha, you want me to save you from spending the night with your weird cousin?

You: Correct. And because you’re amazing and I want to spend time with you.

Lena: Aw shucks 

You put your phone down on the dinner table along with your coffee.

“Good morning” Your dad greeted you. “Up early?”

“Morning, yeah had a good night's sleep.” You smiled. You watched them carefully gauging what mood they were in.

“So, what’s happening new Year?” You took a sip of your drink. Your mum looked up.

“The usual. Why?” She flipped through the newspaper, pointing something out in the obituary for your dad to look at. 

“About time.” Your dad mumbled, making your mum frown at him. 

“Don’t say that.” She sighed.

“So whos coming over?” You tried to get back to the subject.

“Your aunt, uncle, cousin, probably John and his wife from across the street.” She listed.

“Can Yelena come?” You asked.

“Friend from uni?” You nodded. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

“Just don’t touch my whiskey.” Your dad smirked and you gave him a tired look.

“I was gonna go over and invite john later.” He pointed out.

“Oh I can do that. I’m already going for a walk.” You reassured them.

“I mean sure if you want to. That gives me time to run some errands.” He nodded before getting back to his paper.

“Should I invite the others?” 

“The others?” Your mother looked at you confused. 

“Neighbours. Like Margret and her kids, maybe Frederick?” You suggested.

“Oh, I think he has plans.” Your dad said. “Yes, he said something about that.” Your mother filled in, sharing a look with your father as they seemed to try and remember what it was.

“Well won’t hurt to ask, whoever shows up shows up.” You said, heading for the door.

“No, I guess not.” She nodded.

You did make your way to all the neighbours you knew inviting them to come over, as your parents said, Frederick was busy. Frankly, you did not care. You had saved the best one for last. Nat opened the door. She wore a loose braid, loose-fitted grey joggers, with a black t-shirt.

“Hello, princess, what are you doing here so early.” She smiled bring you in for a hug.

“Who is it!?” You heard Wanda from inside the house.

“Come see for yourself,” Natasha answered. Wanda peered around the corner, still in her night dress. A red slip, that showed a large portion of her breasts. 

“You’re drooling a bit.” Natasha teased.

“Oh don’t worry, darling their all yours anyway.” She winked coming closer to the door. “Are you coming inside?”

“No, sadly not.” You sighed, fighting the butterflies in your chest, that begged to be wrapped in their arms and not stood in the snow on their porch.

“I just came to ask if you wanted to come over tonight. To celebrate new years.” 

“You sure your parents would appreciate us being there?” Natasha asked.

“Well, they said I should invite the neighbours.” You smiled shyly. “And your sister will be there, so that’s one familiar face.”

“Two.” Natasha smiled nodding at you. 

“Right of course.” You fiddled with your hands getting anxious that they didn’t want to come, that it was silly to ask.

“We’d love to come sweetheart.” Wanda grabbed your hand. “What time?” She asked.

“Seven.” You smiled at them both.

“We’ll see you then. “ Nat gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Wanda moved towards you shivering at the cold, but wrapping her arms around your neck.“Can’t wait to kiss you at midnight.” she whispered. before moving inside and closing the door.

Dear god, it's going to be an interesting night.

You welcomed one guest after another. It was a lot of people. Something you didn't love but a prize worth paying. 

“Hi.” You embarrassed Yelena. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Well, you know how I love to be criticised about my life choices by your aunt.” She laughed. “Kinda hot.” She glanced over to where your aunt stood eyeing some paintings.

“Ew no, Yelena.” Your whole body cringed.

“What, your fucking my sister!” She threw her green coat on a pile that had started to accumulate on a chair.

“Not so loud.” She rolled her eyes.

“Give me a drink and I’ll shut up.” She smiled.

“I’m sure my dad can help you with that.” She headed over, the two had always gotten along very well. The doorbell rang once again, it had to be them. 

“We made it!” Fucking Fredrick, you cursed in your head.

“Come, in.” You faked a smile, greeting him and his wife. Just as you were closing the door, you spotted the two you had been waiting for walking up the driveway.

“Hi.” Wanda spoke in a soft tone giving you a quick hug, Nat following.

“You came.”

“Of course we did.” Nat smiled. “Wow, the whole neighbourhood here.” They looked around.

“Yeah.” You pulled an awkward face.

“Here, a replacement for the whiskey we stole last time.” Natasha handed you the bottle.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You laughed.

“Oh wow, that's some good stuff.” Your dad grabbed the bottle out of your hand.

“It’s all Natasha she has great taste.” Wanda pointed.

“Smoked.” He commented. “Not everyone's taste.” He spoke approvingly. “You’ll have to share.” He said handing it back to you, before walking of.

“Well, you’ve charmed my dad.” You laughed.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Yelena.” She walked off, proudly. She soon ended up in the kitchen with Yelena and your dad making drinks.

“Well, I’m not sure I can make small talk about whiskey,” Wanda spoke, looking over at her wife.

“You don’t need to. I’d like some company.” She smiled.

“You look beautiful tonight, Y/N.” You had spent quite a while getting dressed up, wanting to look your best for your girls.

“You look stunning.” You responded, badly wanting to pull her into a kiss.

“Is it too early to sneak to the bathroom?” You spoke in a hushed tone. Wanda laughed, covering her mouth.

“Maybe we should say hi to a few people first?” You nodded.

“Wine?” You looked over to the table. 

You made small talk and sipped wine, sharing looks with Natasha now and then. Eventually, you ended up on the couch. You tried sharing a few words with Fredricks's son, but the boy simply wanted to play games on his phone so you let him be, picking up your own phone.

“What are you doing?”Wanda asked as you opened the messaging app.

“Having some fun.”  You smiled at her, pulling up Natasha's number. You started typing. Wanda let out a small giggle, grabbing your phone and typing away.

You: Guess which one of us has no underwear on ;) 

You both watched as she picked up her phone. Then her shocked face, as she looked over to the two of you trying to hide your smiles.

Nat: Behave.

You: That's not an answer honey x

She frowned at the two of you, but her cheeks had grown red.

“What now?” You looked at Wanda. An evil smile appeared on her face.

“I got an idea. Meet me in the bathroom.” She got up and headed towards the stairs.

You waited patiently, trying to small act normal and small talk, pretending you weren't out of breath. When you felt you had waited long enough you made your way to the bathroom.

She pulled you inside and pushed you against the door. The kisses were rough, and her hands roamed all over your body, having wanted to touch you all night. her hand came up to your through, the other fishing out your phone from your pocket.

“What are you doing?” You asked out of breath trying to pull her back into a kiss.

“Patience baby.” She swiped to the camera. “Be a good girl and pose nicely for Nat.” You realised what she was doing, smiling at her. You went to kiss again, slower this time making sure she would get a good view. Wanda grabbed one of your breasts squeezing it, and making sure it was in frame. 

“Okay, I think we got some good ones.” She went through the photos picking her favourite.

The image was sent along with a text.

You: Guess right and we both fuck you tonight. Guess wrong and you only get to watch.

You both walked out of there, separately but proud of your yourselves.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha x wanda #natasha x reader #wnadanat xreader #wandanat x reader #Mommy... I mean Wanda #what's your guess? #maximoffslilwitchintraining #wandanat #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #yelena belova #avengers #marvel #black widow #wanda maximoff fanfiction

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Fight out vivid colors! - Chapter 3

Translation of chapter 3 of the event ‘Fight out vivid colors!’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Faith: Dino, we’re done with strength training.

Dino: Huh, ah, you two are impressive!

Dino: You guys were able to do it easily even with raising the amount of burden. The results of training daily♪

Junior: …..Dino, are you worried about something?

Dino: Eh? Totally don’t have anything to be upset about♪

Faith: No need to pretend. It’s easy to guess what’s on your mind. 

Dino: Uugh…..

Faith: It’s about Keith, no? Don’t shoulder it on your own and tell us about it.

Faith: Both I and Ochibi-chan understand the circumstances, so maybe you can clear out your mind a little

Dino: ……Right. Thanks.

Dino: Lately, Keith has been doing his best at work, right?

Faith: Well, more than before yes.

Dino: I really think that’s admirable, I even think of how I want to help him. But….

Dino: What he did yesterday, I just can’t let that slide after all…..!

Faith: You mean, the whole case about the street fair right?

Dino: Yeah…… I know that he’s busy, however if everyone came together to lend a hand we should’ve been able to join

Junior: In the first place Keith’s only said how he’s got more work on this plate than before, it’s not like he’s overworking himself 

Dino: Yeah. And also… I’m somewhat extremely, extremeeeeeeely……

Dino: Annoyed!!!

Junior: He’s acting like a spoiled kid. Up until now he wasn’t trying, and once he does a lil’ bit he’s whining how he’s sooo busy… 

Junior: What the hell does he think it’s like for us, who are always being pushed around by him!

Faith: …….Then how about we give him a taste of his own medicine for once?

Dino & Junior: Eh……?

Faith: Aha. Something interesting had popped up in my mind♪

-

Keith: I’m baaack~.... Aaah~ so tired. Meetings first thing in the morning seriously sucks……

Faith: Welcome back, Keith… Fwaah…

Junior: Aah~ Tired…..

Keith: ? Whatcha lazing around for like that

Faith: Kiiinda am outta energy y’see

Junior: Ain’t in the mood for anything anymore today……

Keith: Geez, while I’m swamped with work…..

Keith: Actually, what happened to training?

Faith: Dino got in the mood for pizza so we stopped

Keith: Haaah? What the hell…. Where is he?

Junior: Making pizza in the kitchen

Keith: Hey, Dino. Just what are ya…..

Dino: Puhaaah. This drink goes well with pizza

Keith: You’re- that’s- ain’t that my bottle of alcohol! The hell are ya doing!?

Dino: Ah, what are you doing, Keith! Give it back! You said I could have a drink whenever I’d like to from the alcohol that’s left here!

Keith: Aah~ did I say that……?

Dino: I also get in the mood for drinks sometimes. So leave me be!

Keith: Nah, as if I can do that! You skipping work and drinking in broad daylight is weird as hell!

Dino: I-it’s absolutely not weird at all! I do what I wanna do…….!

Dino: If there’s alcohol I’ll drink it, and I’ll skip out on work… and sloppily… teach….

Keith: Huh?

Dino: Ngh, anyway, I want to laze around and do nothing too!

Keith: And I’m telling ya to stop!

Dino: I decided on becoming an awful mentor. Don’t get in my way!

Faith: I mean, didn’t you drink whenever you wanted to, Keith? So why can’t Dino?

Keith: It just ain’t like him no matter how ya look at that. You cut it out too---

Keith: Wait, in your hands- are those my cigarettes!?

Faith: Yup. Thought to give them a shot. No problem, right?

Keith: As if!

Faith: Ochibi-chan, want to try smoking too?

Junior: Yeah

Keith: Waiwaiwait, don’t you out of all people even dare!

#helios rising heroes #heliosr #keith max #dino albani #faith beams #leonard wright jr

[kathxsoupp]

In Love With a Fever: Chapter 4

William Afton x law enforcement ! reader (fem)

Omfg I'm finally up to date with posting this on tumblr as well as AO3 sorry for the wait HDGFNJJFD and sorry for this chapter it's kinda bad

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, I'm updating this fic every Monday and it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI--

Chapter 4

He has never truly felt alive. His whole life he was hidden behind a mask. He couldn’t even remember the last time he smiled sincerely. It was all fake. Ironically, the only time he truly felt alive was when taking the lives of others. That’s what made him immortal. He took a few steps back to admire his masterpiece. Created with the hands of a monster, but still ever so majestic in his eyes. With disgusting, evil satisfaction he left the parts and service room and locked it behind him. Only now was his work done and he could sleep peacefully at night.

You stood before the door to your office, keys in hand about to unlock it when you heard someone come up from behind you.

"Morning, y/n." spoke a familiar male voice.

Your co-worker Timothy greeted you with a smile. He was always so kind to you and clearly enjoyed your presence a little too much. He was average height, had short blonde hair and was well built.  He wasn’t one of the people you were dying to talk to today, but you still chatted with him trying to be as nice as possible. You couldn’t say you disliked him… he just had weird vibes.

“Oh, good morning, Tim.” you replied. “Boss wants to see you.”

His information did scare you a little, but you knew you hadn���t done anything wrong lately, so your job wasn’t in danger.

“Did he tell you why?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Nope. Anyway, I was wondering…You wanna go out with me tomorrow? I can take you to my favorite restaurant, I’m sure you’ll like it there.” he leaned against the wall next to you, smiling.

You were quite taken aback by his blunt answer and sudden change of topic. You weren’t exactly in the mood to spend your free time with your co-worker, but thinking about it, you decided to agree. It wasn’t going to be a date or anything, you just haven’t really gone out in a while so why not. You flashed him a fake smile.

“I mean… yeah, sure. Thanks, Tim.” you said, not wanting to sound too interested. You didn’t want to lead him on after all.

His face lit up with excitement. “Cool! See you tomorrow at 7 pm? I’ll pick you up.” He winked.

“Sounds great, see you!” and with that you were off to your boss’ office, tucking your keys back in your pocket.

You fixed your tight black skirt and white blouse you were wearing before knocking on the office door.

A “Come in!” came from inside the office.

You entered and closed the door behind you.

“Morning, agent. Please sit down.” He motioned over to the chair opposite him with a smile.

You nodded towards him and sat down. ”Tim said you wanted to speak to me?”

“Yes, that’s right. Look, I listened to the interrogation with Afton and I’m afraid it’s not enough.”

Your eyes lit up at that. You found that man and his work incredibly intriguing, and you were hoping you could maybe get an opportunity to ask him about the robots and maybe if you got lucky, he would even let you see them.

“So… you want me to contact him or…?” you asked, hiding your excitement. “Yes, that’s exactly what I was going to ask you to do.” he passed you the exact same card William gave you yesterday. You chuckled at that and took it from him. “Call the number on this card when you can and arrange a meeting with him at a place like a café or something. We want as many answers as we can get from him, and we know that the guy likes you, so he’s most likely to tell you anything. There’s no reason to suspect him really, yet. I just think, as the restaurant owner, he might give us a few more leads.”

You flashed him a grin. “Alright. What do we need from him?”

He opened a drawer below his desk and pulled out another folder. He opened it up and placed it in front of you.

“I wrote everything down for you here. Please get as many answers from him as you can. I’m counting on you, kid.”

You stared at the page in front of you. Your boss requested you to ask William about his family, specifically about his two deceased kids, his mental health history and something about Henry too.

You stood up, folder in hand: “Understood. I won’t disappoint you, boss.” you grinned and walked out of his office back to yours.

When you were finally alone in your office, you giggled to yourself like a little kid and sat at your desk picking up the telephone, his card in hand. You were quite nervous, but you reminded yourself that this is a work matter and not to get too excited. You dialed the number and waited for an answer.

“Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, William Afton speaking. How may I help you?” 

His smooth, deep voice rang through the telephone giving you butterflies. You quickly realized you were zoning out and regained your composure.

“Good morning, mister Afton. This is agent (y/n) (l/n), I was the one interviewing you yesterday.” You heard him smile over the phone. “Ah, hello miss (l/n). I didn’t think you would actually call.” He joked. You rolled your eyes. He was clearly in a good mood today… “Actually, I’m calling because of something work related.” You replied lightheartedly. “Aw, what a pity.” He said with a pout. “What can I help you with, miss (l/n)?” “There are some things I need to speak to you about regarding our investigation. I was wondering if we could do that in person rather than over a call if you are comfortable with that.” You said while nervously bouncing your leg up and down. “Of course, I would be open to that.” “Awesome. Would later today at 3:00 pm at the Hurricane Café be alright for you?” you asked. “Yes, sounds good.” “Alright, thank you for your time, mister Afton. That will be all.” “I’ll be looking forward to it then.” He replied playfully before hanging up.

What the hell is he on about… you thought to yourself. You grinned and shook your head over his remarks and got back to your usual work.

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[lucysweatslove]

I’m in a weird kind of mood… and I don’t really know what it is.

Last night my back was hurting for some reason. Probably sitting too long, but it never went full on spasm mode, just some standard annoying pain that wasn’t enough to be concerning but enough to keep me awake. So I was scrolling through Reddit, maybe the medicalschool sub. I can’t really contribute much. But anyway, I saw this eval somebody posted where an intern (first year resident) gave feedback that was essentially:

Lower than average situational awareness affected interactions with team and patients. Usually needed to be told or instructed in simple tasks 2-3 more times than the average student. It’s his first rotation but general disorganization, clear lack of interest in learning technical skills, nervous energy, and inappropriately timed questions made it difficult to trust him as a reliable team members

If reading this you thought “holy fuck that sounds like he might be autistic” then we are on the same page.

Obvs I’m not diagnosing, and the eval could be projections etc. But there were no specific instances cited and the general complaints are both normal when a) somebody is super anxious because it’s their first ever time doing medicine and it’s GENERAL SURGERY one of the top most difficult clerkships, and b) somebody is autistic??

What’s the student supposed to do? Especially over the subjective things. “Clear lack of interest” could have been an introvert being quiet and unsure how to insert themselves. Maybe last time they inserted themselves, they got a weird vibe- maybe it was inappropriate timing but they couldn’t piece together when it would’ve been more appropriate because, idk, autism? Or general lack of communication because how tf are you supposed to know??

Or maybe the “lack of interest” was a blank facial expression when they’re focusing on learning those “simple” technical skills. And then getting annoyed when they ask for help on these skills so they don’t fuck it up? What the fuck?

ANYWAY obvs I’m annoyed and the eval is non-actionable, (2/5, has mastery of English as a language but does not appear to know how to apply this mastery in a constructive, actionable manner. Does not give any specifics when asked for specifics). But, that isn’t really the point. Not is the point anything to do with the annoying details about how med Ed can be toxic and generally unsupportive.

Nah this morning I was scrolling through YouTube shorts and Jessie Paege came up. Idk much about her as a person tbh but the one off videos I see here and there make them seem like a person I’d probably like to be around. She’s recovered from anorexia (fuck yeah), and the video I saw of them was basically a before and after which I think was mostly about showing off their confidence and happiness etc. And they do look more confident and happier both after recovery and coming out / living more authentically herself.

I like her aesthetics and see a lot of myself in her in many ways. Which makes seeing those videos more difficult for me. When I see enough of my own traits in somebody who has had a similar experience, I start to compare myself to them a little more- and not really them but the presented version of them.

And I really don’t know how I feel because I can’t find words that adequately describe it. But it’s like, little things like how obvious my autism is to most people but I didn’t really didn’t pick it up (over a few short videos??) from her. Or like, comparing “recovered” bodies wondering why, even before I recovered into my size, my overall shape is just. Not socially the norm. Whereas their overall shape is pretty normative for the current social climate (which is also kind of fucked up because why is there a normative body anyway? Obviously fatphobia and the like but like why a normative shape??)

And that often spirals a little. I’m not saying she doesn’t get any hate (if you’re an online personality you’re getting hate; if you’re even a little bit fem at least some of that hate will be about your body). But I am saying that if somebody with MY body size and shape, even if posted the same kind of body-focused stuff, there would be far fewer positive comments.It just is.

And I wouldn’t take any of the positivity away from Jessie, not at all. Again I don’t really follow her or know her super well, idk if she’s ever done anything problematic, and I don’t know her heart. But they seems genuinely to be a good person who deserves love and kindness and to be celebrated for their achievements and resiliency. Just gotta be VERY clear on that.

I don’t really know what it is, but to be these two things - comparing myself / how I experience divergency to somebody else’s divergent experiences AND seeing how divergences are treated in medical education - seem linked to me. Maybe it’s because any form of *showing* divergence is pretty harshly judged in med ed, and then in main culture you can be divergent and show the divergence, but only in specific ways.

Dunno if I’m marking any sense at all.

[saevus-brutalis]

oc interview questions —

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Name?

V. [The interviewer leans forward, gesticulating for him to continue.] Just V.

Are you single? 

[He rises an eyebrow, clearly not amused. It seems like he was expecting that question.] Yes, but don’t get your hopes up. I’m not interested.

Are you happy? 

Point me to someone that is. But no, can't say that I am.

Are you angry?

[Shrugs] It's a well-known feeling to me. Used to experience it more commonly in the past. There are a lot of things to be angry about. The state of this shithole, ever-rising rent prices, crappy food, even crappier people…

Interviewer: And are you angry right now?

Trust me, you don't want to find out.

Are your parents still married?

[Silence, dark eyes dart to the side, jaw appears to be clenched.] No. Hard to be married if you’re dead. [He shrugs, acting nonchalant.] She never took his last time, didn’t want to be tied down like a dog on a leash. Good for her, honestly. Think she wanted to file for a divorce, too. She was just too late.

Interviewer: Let's start with some basics.

Birthplace?  

Here.

Interviewer: Here?

[Sighs] Night City, born and bred. Grew up here, probably will die here. Corpo Plaza was my playground, not an idea place to rise a kid, but where, here, is really? Haywood was my true training ground. I’ve lived all over - different neighborhoods, states, countries, different military camps. Yet I always find myself back here, back in NC.

Hair color?

Black. All natural. Started graying like 8 years ago maybe, used to try and dye them to hide it, but I gave up after a year or two. Couldn’t be fucking bothered, really. Besides, I’ve heard people were into silver foxes these days.

Eye color?

Used to be green. Had my mother’s eyes. Beautiful shade, people always complimented her. Me too if I’m being honest, always ignored them though. Sometimes I regret ever getting optics. But I had to, it was in the job description. Now I can’t imagine having ‘ganic ones. And I don’t think I could bare her looking back at me every time I stare in the mirror to shave.

Birth day?

November 12th, you can tell I’m a scorpio.

Interviewer: And what year were you born?

2019. Just before the Fourth Corp Wars. Weird times, but I can’t really remember shit aside from the red sky. Put my childhood way behind me. Stopped celebrating my birthday a long time ago too. No one to celebrate with either, aside a handful of friends, but it’s only just beer at my place anyway.

Mood?

Indifferent. Tired, mostly. Nothing a good hookup can’t fix.

Gender?

Born male, identify as a man. It’s not something I really questioned ever. Always have been comfortable with my body and masculinity. Never lost touch with my feminine side though, [He gestures at his painted nails, silver jewelry, piercings, and smudged eye makeup] guess I got it from my ma.

Summer or winter?

Winter, full stop. Ever seen snow? Best shit ever. Too bad it never snows here. Sometimes I wish I stayed on that mountain and never came back. I’d rather freeze there than sweat my balls off in the summer in Cali. Funny, considering I still live here and don’t plan on moving any time soon.

Morning or afternoon?

Early mornings beat everything. Before the sun even rises. It’s calm, quiet, everyone’s still asleep. It’s when I feel the most rested, even when I haven’t slept the whole night. Yoga sesh on the balcony during the sunrise gotta be the best way to start your day.

Interviewer: Not, let's get a little bit more personal. Some listeners are dying to know these questions.

Are you in love?

Yeah. After forty years still am. It’s mostly repressed by now. ‘m trying not to think about that.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yeah. Fell victim to it four decades ago. It sucks, hurts when shit doesn’t go your way and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone, but fuck if it isn’t the best fucking feeling ever in the beginning stage.

Who ended your last relationship? 

We both did. ‘‘twas a mutual decision. We split on good terms. Still got his number on speed dial. We don’t talk much these days, too busy, proud, or butthurt over the whole situation. But we’re still friends, yeah.

Are you afraid of commitments?

Again, who isn’t? Hard to trust people these days, in my line of work especially. Too many secrets, too many money-hungry people willing to take advantage and sell you out for a quick buck. Takes too much time too, committing to someone I mean. If we haven’t known each other for at least a full year I don’t trust you enough to have my number. With some exceptions, of course.

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Yeah, my friend and ripper. We served two tours together, guy’s been having a rough time lately. Came over with a couple of beers, then couple of beers turned into more beers, and you know what intoxication does to people. Don’t regret it, seemed like both of us needed it.

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

People aren’t too secretive about being a fan - or rather an admirer as you called them - of me online, that’s for sure. Can you believe they’ve made a forum dedicated to me? Yeah, me neither. I don’t know why these kids choose to spend their free time documenting my life, achievements, writing down every piece of clothing I wore and what’s my coffee order, but as long as it’s something as innocent as that I don’t really mind. I don’t have it as bad as some BD stars, I hope at least. Some of the candid pictures they take of me look really good I can give them that. And don’t even get me started about video edits I’ve seen resurface here and there.

Once I had someone send me a package to my private home address, no idea how they found it, glad it was the only instance and it never happened again. If anything I value my privacy and I rather not have an obsessive stalker sending me love letters. Online forums? Be my guest, but don’t go digging too deep, I know my fair share of netrunners.

Have you ever broken your own heart?

Yeah. It was a choice. A stupid one. I could’ve avoided it, but I was young and dumb, a scared nineteen year old. But what’s past is past. Hard to tell if I ever recover but you gotta move forward. I wouldn’t have gotten this far had I been stuck dwelling on the past. There’s not a day I don’t regret doing what I did, the broken heart is very much deserved.

Interviewer: Okay, that was intense. Let's cool off with some light 'this or that' questions.

Love or lust?  

Love, easy. I’m too old to rely on lust, learned that the hard way. In short: been there, done that. All of my hookups were fueled by lust, there was no love there. You can only enjoy lustful relationships so long before it starts wearing you down. It fades quickly, doesn’t fulfill you, makes you feel empty.

Lemonade or iced tea?

Iced tea. It’s the closest thing to iced coffee. And you can always add lemon to your tea. So many types of tea too. Lemonade is too plain and most of the synth stuff tastes like ass anyway.

Cats or dogs?

Cats. Don’t get me wrong I love my dog, love going on a run with him, but I’ve always been a cat person, would choose to reincarnate as one, a black panther perhaps? They seem to like me too, while some dogs snarl and bark. People say I give off tiger vibes, maybe that’s what I was in my past life.

A few best friends or many regular friends? 

A few best friends. You can never be too careful picking who you choose to hang out with, trust enough to lower your guard. Too many fake people, all too eager to stab you in the back when you’re least expecting it. Lived long enough to know, when it comes to people - the less is better.

Wild night out or romantic night in?

Mix of both you can say. My job gives me enough wildness as is. In NC everything happens fast, so a chill night in is a nice change of pace. It’s more private too. But I won’t say no to blowing shit up in the air or wild chases with the cops - that’s what a good night out is, right?

Day or night?

Night. There’s a reason I’ve stayed in NC as long as I did - it’s the city lights. There ain’t nothing more beautiful than Nigh City, well… at night. The air is cooler, you can’t see the grime and smog, only the neon lights. It’s when the freaks come out, it’s when you can get your hands on the best food, best drugs, best guns. Nighttime here has its charm and it definitely charmed me.

Interview: Now for the classics. Have you ever...

Been caught sneaking out?

When I still lived with my dad, sure, a couple of times. It was my stepmom who would always catch me, my dad more rarely, he was out of the house most of the time, always working late shifts. Chalice she… Was always home, monitoring me ever since she moved in. It was hard in the beginning but once I had figured out her schedule it was much easier to sneak out, especially at night.

When I was in boarding school maybe once or twice, but never again after that. It’s where I mastered the art of not getting caught. And as you can see - it worked, I’m still here.

Fallen down/up the stairs?

My room was downstairs, never had any reason to go up to my parents' bedroom, especially after my mom passed. Definitely did when I was a kid, now not really. I trip sometimes over my cat when walking down the stairs but never fall down. The artificially boosted reflexes are a lifesaver.

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

Someone, rather than something. Nowadays if I want something I just get it and if I can’t, I get over it. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be mine. But I did, I did want someone bad, still do. And yes, it still hurts.

Wanted to disappear?

More times than I can recall. It’s a constant thought, something I’m going over with my counsellor every now and again. I did disappear for a few years back in 2046 - went totally off the radar. It wasn’t planned or anything. Pretty sure I was pronounced legally dead by the time I came back in 2051. Sometimes I do wish to leave, have any trace of me wiped, I feel like I’ve done enough damage here.

Interviewer: Now, for those who still have their hopes up, despite you saying you’re not looking for a relationship. Tell me…

Smile or eyes?

Smile. The eyes can be changed, switched and swapped. Too many Kiroshi models available on the market to count.

Shorter or taller? 

Pretty much everyone is shorter than me. I prefer people close to my size. As long as I don’t have to physically bend to be on the head level with someone, its alright. However I do prefer tall people, someone I can look in the eyes.

Intelligence or attraction?

It’s all about vibes, man. I can be into a dumb hot himbo as much as into a mildly attractive genius, babbling about quantum physics like it’s his entire personality. If the conversation’s flowing and you’ve piqued my interest I don’t care for neither, as long as the sex is good.

Hook-up or relationship?

Both, neither. Hookups get the job done. It’s nice while it lasts. Clouds work for me too, it’s just a transaction, no feelings, zero expectations. Relationships on the other hand - I got burned too many times. Been in two serious ones and I don’t think I have the strength for another one. Not for a while at least.

Interviewer: You don't talk much about your family, do you? Mind if I ask you a few questions about them?

Do you and your family get along?

No. I’ve gone no contact since I got my first job and moved out at 21. It’s not like they bothered to reach out either. Dad died in ‘69. Wasn’t welcomed to his funeral but I went anyway, wanted to see the dead bastard one last time. He’s still out there somewhere, copied his psyche onto a shard; some corps have him stashed away behind sealed doors.

Was never close with my dad’s side of the family, definitely wasn’t close with his latest spouse. Never knew my grandparents or my mom’s cousins, all lived in Geneva, not once have they visited the States. My mom’s older brother on the other hand - the black sheep of the family - met him a few times, we don’t keep in contact however. He shut down after her death, scurrying off to the Badlands, cooking skiff is his trailer. He’s alright, one last person I can call family, really. Besides my stepsister. She’s the only person I truly get along with, only family member I care for. Never knew I had a sister until she turned 7. We keep in contact daily.

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?

Yes. Definitely. Climbing to the top of the food chain takes a lot of sacrifices. Still question if it all was worth it.

Have you ever run away from home?

Yeah. Went through my rebel teenage era, running away for a few day and crashing at my friend’s house or my then-boyfriend’s camp. I would do and go anywhere to just be out of the house. I was a total edge-lord back then.

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

Technically yes, by my dad when he sent me away to the boarding school. But no, not really.

Interviewer: What about your friends? Even a dangerous veteran solo like yourself must have someone to drink beers with.

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

A part of me hates a some part of them. I think it’s only normal. But no, why would I be friends with someone I hate.

Do you consider all of your friends good friends? 

Sure, most of them yeah. We’re all totally different people with different goals and ambitions, but they stuck long enough to be considered good friends.

Who is your best friend? 

Was. Mickey. Miss the bastard every day, I carry his dog tag with me at all times. Rache is next line even if we don’t talk much. I guess the military can really bond two people together.

Who knows everything about you?

No one. I guess I tell Felix a lot of stuff, but there are a lot of gaps I keep to myself. Rogue claims to know everything about me, found my real birth certificate after all, but even she can’t know the whole story. No one, but the people involved, know what happened between 2046 and 2051. And I plan on keeping it that way.

#can you tell he's not very talkative #lore dump lore dump #when i feel anxious i work on lore and dissociate 🥴 #enjoy this absolutely massive post #tag: vincent e. vahn #oc: vincent elijah vahn

[janina3311]

Missing You

Fan Fic One shot! (There will be a sequel, if you are interested)

Relationship: Brian and Justin (of course!)

Word count: 3716

Summary: Justin is in New York and Brian misses him

PS. Sorry for my English, it’s not my first language :)

Missing You...

Brian didn't stay long in Babylon today. He wasn't in a mood at all, he even ignored all those looks that men gave him hoping that he's gonna fuck them. Only one had the pleasure to at least blow him, but that was it. And it wasn't even good. So he left Babylon soon and headed home. He definitely regretted not taking his car earlier, thinking that walking might be good for him. It was total bullshit. It wasn't good. It was terrible. Because right now all he could do was think. Think about him. Every day without him was hell for Brian, but today was a fucking purgatory. And it was kinda ironic. Because it was Justin's birthday today and Brian hated that he couldn't spend them with him. Even though he always said that birthdays are not worth celebrating. But the thought of him being one year older, sexier, prettier and he can't even kiss him or hug him... was killing him.

On his way home he suddenly changed his direction, knowing that it was probaly a bad idea but right now he just didn't want to be home yet... so he ended up in the diner. Probably looking for some meaningful conversation.

"Hi, honey," Debbie smiled at him.

"You're nice to me, that's weird."

"What does that supposed to mean?"

"That usually when you're nice to me, it means you feel sorry for me... so don't."

"I'm not feeling sorry for you."

"Good. Then you can pour me some coffee."

"Right away."

"Thanks."

"So... did you call him?"

"Jesus Christ. Here we go."

"Admit it, you wouldn't be here if you didn't actually want to talk about him."

"Maybe I'm here beacuse of the coffee."

"You always say it tastes like shit."

Brian had to laugh, it was true. Not just about the coffee, but about Justin too. He did want to talk about him but he just didn't want to admit it. Unfortunately Debbie knows him all too well.

"So did you... call him?"

"And why would I do that?"

"It's his birthday!"

"So?"

"You're killing me."

"Sorry."

"Could you stop fucking pretending at least for one second, that you don't give a shit. Because we both know you do. What time is it? Two in the morning... pretty sure that's your time to be fucking someone in the backroom instead you're here..."

"Not really following what you're trying to say."

"That you're miserable."

"Great. Thanks,“ Brian snorted.

"Just call him, Brian. He's waiting for it."

"He knows I don't do birthdays."

"Yeah, but he also knows that you love him."

Brian closed his eyes and sighed softly. Yes, he does love him and they both know it... but they can't even be together so what does it matter now. Hearing his voice on the phone would made things a lot worse. And he's not ready for that.

"He hasn't called me for weeks, why should I?"

"Oh my god. You're unbeliavable. And you've called him in the last few weeks or you're just gonna blame it all on him? And I'm pretty sure that him having birthday is a good damn reason for you to swallow your ego."

Brian opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again knowing that there is nothing to say. Debbie was right. Like always.

"I just don't know what to tell him," Brian sighed, frustrated.

"Happy birthday would be a good start."

"He's in fucking New York and I don't even know when I'm gonna see him again."

"Then ask him. Or get on a plane and go to him. It's not that fucking hard, Brian. You just have to stop sabotaging your own happiness."

Brian breathed out and hated feeling like this. He let him go to New York and he knew how hard it’s going to be, he knew that there was a pretty big chance that it’s going to destroy them. But he chose what was best for Justin because he also knew that even if he told to him to stay, like he deep down wanted, he would loose him anyway eventually. At least this way they had a chance. Justin would follow his dream, but they would still be together… if together means occasional phone calls and seeing each other every few months, weeks, if they‘re lucky.

But it wasn’t enough for Brian. So he pulled away, thinking that it would be easier. Justin didn’t seem to mind too, probably realizing that they were foolish to think that this could actually work. So they haven’t talk for the last five weeks. Not seeing each other even longer. It was hell, but it was better than holding onto a false hope.

But today he couldn’t just pretend that this was okay. Because it wasn’t. He was supposed to be with him. Or at least call him. But he was so damn scared to pick up the phone and hear his voice.

"It's not that easy either." Brian sighed.

"Maybe... but I think that you've been through enough together to give up now, just because things aren't easy."

"Why do you always know what to say? It's annoying."

"Because I'm that good," she smiled and stroked his cheek. "Just call him. You need him."

Brian bit his lip, feeling all those emotions at once. "I call him first thing in the morning."

"Brian..."

"Like you said, it's two in the morning, he's probably asleep."

"We both know that he's not going to sleep until you call him."

Yeah, Brian knew that very well, but he just needed some more time.

After a while Brian finaly decided that it was time to go home and face his thoughts alone, even though it scared the shit out of him.

The moment he stood at his metal door, a strange feeling run down his spine… something was wrong, different… he definitely locked the door on his way out. He was sure of that. But somehow it wasn’t locked.

And there was just only one explanation for it, but Brian didn't want to believe it. Because it couldn't be right. So he opened the door, convinced that there was nothing to be found and as soon as the darkness hit him in the face, he knew that his head was just playing games with him.

A wishful thinking, Brian thought to himself, feeling really down.

Then he took off his shoes and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. The loft was so quiet. He hated it. He still couldn't get used to it.  It was almost as if the loft was suddenly too big just for one. God, he really missed him.

Knowing that this was leading nowhere, he decided that it was time for him to go sleep, so he could stop thinking about him at least for a few hours. So he headed to the bedroom, considering if he should take a shower first. But as soon as he was at the steps to the bedroom, he was completely taken aback, not believing what he was seeing. He was sure as hell he was hallucinating. But despite that he was convinced that he's looking at the most beautiful thing in the whole universe.

Brian just stood there, staring at the bed. Staring at him. He couldn't be there, it wasn't possible. And yet he seemed so real. So Brian took a few steps closer to the bed, waiting for him to dissappear... but nothing happend, he still lay there, sleeping, even snoring a little, which made Brian laugh, but not too loud because he didn't want to wake him up. Well, he did want to wake him up so he could kiss him hard. But he decided to let him sleep. He just wanted to look at him and try to wrap his head around him being actually there.

Then Brian undressed and lay down carefully next to him. He still couldn't believe how beautiful he was. And he was so fucking scared to even touch him, thinking that he could vanish into thin air because of it.

But he was really there.

Justin was there.

And Brian couldn't be happier.

----

When Brian woke up in the morning, he was facing the bathroom door so he couldn't see the other side of the bed and for some reason he couldn't bring himself to turn around. He was so sure that what happened at night was just the most vivid dream he had ever had.

But then he felt a hot breath touching the bare skin on his neck, which made him shiver. So he wasn't dreaming after all...

Brian then took a deep breath and decided to roll over, suddenly facing those big blue eyes and that beautiful smile of his, that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey," Justin smiled even bigger. "I was scared you gonna sleep the whole day."

"Are you really here? I mean... what are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" Justin chuckled.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Because I didn't know it until the last minute ... and then I just wanted to surprise you."

"When did you get here?"

"Around midnight. Why didn't you wake me up when you came home?"

"You were snoring, so I figured you were tired."

"No, I wasn't snoring!"

"Yes, you were. But it was kinda cute."

"Cute, huh?"

"Shut up," Brian bit his lip, trying not to smile. "You really are full of surprises."

"Well, it's my birthday today and I know you don't do them but... I just wanted to spend them with the most important person in the world."

"And who is that?" Brian asked, grinning.

Justin smiled and moved closer to Brian, putting his lips next to his ear and whispered, "You." And then he pulled away a little, looking deep into his eyes: "I really fucking missed you, Brian."

"You didn't call me... for weeks," he said, looking away for a second.

"You didn't call me either, Mr. Kinney. I figured you need some space..."

Brian looked at him for a while, not knowing what to say. Then he reached out and pulled Justin smoothly closer to him, running his fingers through his blond hair. And then he said, "I don't want space. I want you. So just don't give me space. Never."

Justin couldn't help but smile, "I promise." With that Justin placed his lips against Brian's and kissed him, hard and deep, almost bruising.

After the kiss, Brian sighed softly, pressing his forehead against Justin's and whispered: "I really fucking missed you too, Sunshine."

Justin bit his lip smiling and said, "Show me how much. Although I think I can already feel it myself," he laughed as he felt Brian getting hard.

"Can't help myself... you just have that power over me," Brian smirked. "But I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one with a hard on. Or am I wrong?"

"You're definitely not wrong. So what are we gonna do about it?"

"The only thing we can do," Brian smiled with his tongue in his cheek.

And Justin laughed, waiting. But Brian took a long moment to just look at him first, wondering how he got so lucky. Then he moved closer to him and put his lips againts Justin's. But he was taking his time, kissing him slow, gently, almost caressing his lips. He wanted to enjoy this moment as much as he could.

But after a moment he couldn't wait any longer and slipped his tongue inside Justin's mouth so he could kiss him deep and hungirly. Justin leaned into it, sighing happily between kisses.

Then Brian took Justin's dick in his hand, gently stroking him, making him hard even more. Justin did the same with Brian's cock and as they were stroking and kissing each other, they started breathing faster.

After a while Brian rolled him onto his back and started kissing and licking his chest and his hard nipples, while Justin was moaning loudly. Then Brian started to move his tongue down his belly to his erection. And as soon as Brian took him in the mouth, Justin arched his back, making Brian take him all the way down his throat.

"Fuck, Brian," Justin gasped loudly a started to move his hips slowly up and down.

Brian then started running his tongue down his big vein and sucked on his balls while rubbing his dick, creating the most beautiful pleasure Justin has ever felt. And when Brian started to suck the tip of his cock, Justin started leaking and Brian licked it, tasting him.

And as Justin felt he was about to cum, he stopped him, "Wait. I want you to fuck me. Now," he moaned.

Brian smiled and climb up his body to kiss him deep, letting him taste himself. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, looking into his lustful eyes.

"Yeah," Justin whispered heavily. "I want you inside me."

Brian kissed him once more and rolled him on his side, taking condom from the nightstand and put it on. Then he used a little bit of lube to prepare Justin. And then he pressed the tip of his dick gently against Justin's hole and started pushing into him, slowly and carefully. And as soon as he was inside him all the way to his balls he started rocking back and forth. At first it was gentle but then Brian started thrusting harder and deeper, slamming into Justin's prostate, while they were both moaning and sighing.

The moment Brian felt he was about to cum, he took Justin's dick in his hand stroking him fast. And a few moments and thrusts later they both cum together, trying to catch their breath.

----

"That was hot," Brian laughed, trying to calm his breathing.

"Yeah," Justin smiled, stroking Brian's sweaty chest. "It feels so long since the last time," he said with his sad eyes.

"Hey, don't think about that," Brian moved closer to him. "You're here now and that's what matters," he ran his fingers through Justin's hair. "Although I have to ask, even though I don't want to know the answer, but... when you have to go back?"

Justin sighed and looked down before he answered, "Tomorrow morning."

"Shit..." Brian whispered. "I was hoping that we're gonna have more time."

"I know. It's just that I have so much work to do and so little time to do it... I have a show next month in a big gallery and..."

"You don't have to explain it to me. Do you know how fucking proud I'm of you?"

"Of course I do." Justin smiled, happy. "And I love it in New York... but I hate not being able to spend more time with you. I really thought it's going to be easier."

"I did too. But someone really special to us said to me that we've been through enough together to give up now, just because things aren't easy..."

Justin raised his eyebrow, "Debbie?"

"Don't tell her I listen to her, okay?"

"Okay," Justin answered, laughing. "But she's right and I don't want to give up."

Brian stroked his cheek with his thumb. "I don't want to give up either." With that he kissed him softly. "I just thought... that maybe you're sick of me already."

"What? I could never be sick of you. I love you, Brian."

Brian smiled but somehow couldn't bring himself to say it back, it still wasn't the easiest thing in the world for him.  And Justin understood, he didn't expect him to say it all the time, and he didn't need him to, because he knew that Brian loved him, and that's all that mattered.

Also, the kiss Brian gave him the next second spoke for itself. Brian's actions always spoke louder.

"Good," Brian smiled. "Guess I'm gonna have to stick with you then."

"Absolutely," Justin bit his lip.

"Glad we made that clear. And now get out of bed and get dressed."

"What?" Justin asked, confused.

"We're going out."

"What? Now?"

"Yes - now! You have birthday so we're gonna celebrate."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Brian... you don't have to do that for me."

"I want to."

"Brian..."

"Get... out... of... that... bed. Or I'm gonna spank you."

"Hmm, maybe I shouldn't get out of the bed."

"Twat. First celebrating, then fucking."

"You're crazy," Justin laughed.

"You're not the first one to say that about me," he smiled playfully. "Now hurry up. We have a long day ahead of us."

"Okay, now you scaring me a little..."

Brian just smiled but said nothing, making Justin nervous.

----

They were walking down the street, laughing, even dancing a little while touching and kissing each other. They couldn’t take their hands and eyes off each other enjoying every moment together.

"That movie was great," Justin smiled, kissing him.

"Yeah, it wasn't bad. Although I kinda hoped you gonna choose something else... something less..."

"Romantic?" Justin raised his eyebrow.

"You know I don't do romance."

"You do romance, you just don't know it. Look what you did for me today..."

"I just took you to the movies and bought you some cake."

"You made today special for me, Brian," Justin put his hands around Brian's neck.

"Well, I tried..."

"And you did an amazing job. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Brian smiled, bitting his lip.

Then they continued walking, holding hands, smiling at each other all the time. As Debbie would say they were like newlyweds.

Suddenly Brian stopped on a spot and said, "Wait here."

"What? Where are you going?"

"Just wait..." with that Brian disappeared around the corner.

Justin was just standing there confused. Wondering where he might have gone and then he finally saw him coming back with a strange smile on his face.

"I was scared that you bailed on me," Justin laughed.

"And give up that tight ass?" Brian joked.

"Not as tight as it used to be... thanks to someone."

"Well, what can I say," Brian smiled smugly.

Justin laughed but then he noticed something, "What are you hiding there?" he asked seeing that Brian had his hand behind his back.

"Well, I thought you deserve something special today, so I bought this," with that he showed what he was hiding.

"Brian..." Justin breathed out looking at the most beautiful red rose in Brian's hand.

Then he walked closer to him, taking the rose from Brian.

"Hope you like it."

"It's beautiful, Brian."

"It's just a rose... I should have bought you something better..."

Justin looked at him smiling and then he put his hands around Brian, "This is the best thing you could have give me. It's..."

"Ridicously romantic?"

"Yeah," with that Justin kissed him, making sure Brian knew how much it meant to him.

"Is there anything else you want?" Brian asked.

"There is one more thing."

"What?"

"I want to dance with you."

"You wanna go to Babylon?"

"No. Take me home and dance with me."

----

They arrived home, and as they closed the metal door behind them, Brian pushed Justin against them, kissing him and taking off his jacket.

"So you wanna dance?" He asked heavily.

"Yeah," Justin whispered.

Brian smiled, took off his jacket as well, and kissed him again. Then he walked over to turn on the music. When it started playing, he turned back to Justin a reached out his hand, saying, "I promise you won't forget this one."

Justin laughed and went over to him, taking his hand. They were dancing slow, looking deep into each other's eyes and kissing.

"I'm really glad you're here," Brian whispered into his ear.

"Me too. It was the best birthday I have ever had."

"I hope I won't have to wait until the next ones to see you..."

"Definitely not. We'll find time. I'm not wiling to wait months again to see each other."

"Good. Because I hate it."

"Maybe you could come for the weekend... let's say in three weeks?"

"You're sure you're gonna have time for me?"

"I'll make time. By then I should have most of my paintings done."

"Okay. Then I'll come."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay."

Justin kissed his neck while they continue to dance, holding each other real tight. Even when the music ended they just stood there in an embrace not wanting to let each other go.

"I don't want tomorrow," Justin sighed.

"Don't think about it, we still have time."

"Since when you're such a optimist?" he asked laughing.

"Fuck if I know," Brian laughed as well. "I just... I don't want you to think about leaving me tomorrow, when we still have about... nine hours..." Brian checked the clock. "And 27 minutes."

"So take my mind off it."

Brian licked his lips, smiling, and then he took Justin to the bedroom.

----

When they woke up in the morning neither of them said a word. They just lay there, looking at each other, trying to hide their emotions. They weren't ready to say goodbye, even if it was only for a while. But the time was ticking and they both knew it.

"I really hate to say it but..." Justin started.

"I know," Brian sighed. "It's time."

Justin nodded and moved closer to him to kiss him. "I'll see you in three weeks, right?"

Brian knew very well that so many things could go wrong and that there is a possibility they won't see each other in three weeks, but he wanted to believe it.

"Right," he answered, stroking Justin's hair.

Then they went to take a shower together which ended with their orgasms after Brian fucked him against the shower wall.

When they finally got to the airport, they did their best not to get overwhelmed by their emotions, because they didn't want it to be a typical movie scene full of tears ... especially when they're gonna see each other soon.

"And don't miss me too much, okay?" Justin said, laughing.

"Don't worry. I think I'll survive," Brian smiled.

"I know," Justin reached out and kissed him one last time - for now. "I love you."

No matter how much Brian wanted to say it back his throat seemed to tighten and he just couldn't get those words out of him. But then Justin turned to leave and somehow he couldn't stay quiet anymore...

"I love you too, Justin."

And Justin looked back at him with a huge smile on his face. "I know you do. In three weeks, okay?"

"Okay," Brian smiled. And then he watched Justin disappear in the crowd. "I miss you already," he whispered to himself and headed home.

The end

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Inside Thitwhistle's and the mind of an immortal who has never had friends. (Phantom and Rook)

I’m elbows deep in dish water and my muddied thoughts when a familiar voice sounds from the other side of the counter behind me.

I swallow something heavy, dry my hands off and make sure to pull my hoodie sleeves down past my wrists before turning to face Quentin. I give him a smile. “Hey, Quentin. Gowan need more scones? They’re on the house, I did eat three or four of hers.”

Quentin smiles back, shoulders squared, stance tall. “No thanks, I was actually wondering if you could help me with something. I’m looking for a book.”

“Oh, sure. I’m not completely familiar with the selection yet, but there’s a computer back here that I can use. Well, once I figure it out. Follow me.” I say, gesturing to the hidden aisles of books.

The circulation desk rests on the opposite side of the dividing wall that houses the sink and appliances for the cafe. Green velvet upholstery and dark brown leather provide cozy lounge chaises and reading nooks, accented with silver embroidery.

Arlo’s touch lacks in this area, but the occasional black or gold feather flutters across the dark wood of the towering bookshelves. Aisles stretch into a seemingly endless labyrinth, offering anonymity. A few private niches and group friendly reading spaces are tucked between the aisles, often not revealing patrons until you’re right upon them. My favorite area is the least occupied and hides in the far back, under the stairs that lead to the apartments.

Quentin waits patiently while I struggle to boot the computer on, then find the right browser. My brows furrow, the desktop is a mess and full of icons. He peers over my shoulder. “Oh boy. You should have Caspian take a look at that dinosaur.”

I look back at him. “Dinosaur?”

“Yeah, that’s like twenty years old.”

I wrinkle my nose, muttering, “I must be the dustings of a fossil then.”

He chuckles nervously. “True.”

“I think Caspian most likely would rather do anything other than assist me, but thank you for the advice. Ah, here it is. What book are you looking for?”

Quentin blushes, pushing up his glasses. “Well, I feel bad now seeing how much of a hassle this is for you, but I don’t actually need a book.’

I turn from the computer to glare at him head on. “Oh.”

He adjusts his glasses. “We could really use your help, with the Game, you know? And Arlo’s worried about you.” Quentin shifts on his feet. “Your business is your business, you know? I don’t know what happened to you, but … You don’t owe us anything, or have to feel weird. I think you’re really nice, and the others do too. Caspian’s an ass, but that’s just him.”

I cross my arms, having to look away from his elegant features. He has one of those faces that can bring forth your deepest secrets and crack your heart open. Quentin should be with Arlo. He won’t disappear. He’s kind, and I know he would love Arlo so much better than I ever could.

“I appreciate that, Quentin, thank you. I don’t,” I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve … made connections, I guess you could say. Making friends is not a strong suit of mine.”

Quentin blinks in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make an enemy, not yet, anyway.”

I chuckle darkly, an unfamiliar feeling. “People liking you, and what you can do for them,” I finally drag my eyes up to his, “and those who are a true friend, are two very different things.”

Quentin nods solemnly. “I think I can understand that.”

We stand there, staring at each other.

“Oh, also, Kitt wanted me to tell you that she’ll be empty bright and early tomorrow morning if you still wanted to get that tattoo, if not that’s fine, too.” Quentin nods quickly. “But anyway, I’ll, um, I’ll go now. Oh, also this message is from Tobias, they’re having dinner at six tomorrow, if you wanted to come. Stop by and eat some grilled food, surprise a good mood into Arlo. We’ll all be there, talking theories.”

And fuck if that doesn’t spark my interest. “Did you come up with anything?”

“Well, we didn’t, but someone found the first painting about an hour ago, in Arlo’s studio. It’s been all over the news and social media, a few people have already submitted their guesses that it’s him. Can you imagine?”

I chuckle. “I might be able to.”

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