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That's All She Wrote - Chapter 20

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Chapter 20: Everybody (Backstreet's Back) (2.1) ~ 13k

There was nothing more in this world Roxy longed for than the comfort of her own bed. Her aching, toured-out body was starting to break under the pressure of sleeping on the couch for three entire months; she deserved the world’s longest nap, even if she and the band were currently barreling through the doors to the lobby of the Palm Woods.

Big Time Rush, however, did not share this sentiment, noisily cheering as they ran into the building - duffel bags flying this way and that with every step they took.

“There’s no place like home!” Cried Logan, dropping entirely to his knees and bowing his head onto the disgusting, blue-green carpet before planting a kiss on the well-traveled entryway.

The lobby, full as ever, was crowded by faces the teens didn’t recognize, but this fact didn’t bother James at all, calling out “Hey! Big Time Rush is back!”

His four friends let out their own shouts of excitement, hoping at least someone before them would remember their arrival date, but the hotel patrons just stared at them, googly-eyed, as if they had just screamed in the middle of a library before going back to their previous conversations.

Cocking his head to the side, Carlos scanned the crowd, presumably looking for one of their many friends, before confusedly asking, “Who are all these people?”

“It’s fall,” An annoyed voice, Bitters, shared as he walked by the teens on the way to the front desk, “And all the new kids with new dreams have arrived. Whoo.”

“So sad to see the hotel isn’t doing well…” Roxy trailed off, attempting to crack a sarcastic joke as she tried to find the fastest route to the elevators. There was no question: she needed a nap, then she needed to see Jo and Camille immediately afterward to break down everything that had happened to her on tour with the band.

Spotting an entrance to slip through between two new cliques, she moved to step forward before Mrs. Collins blocked her path. Their teacher wore a dazzling smile, gently peering between Roxy and her friends as she held up a mountain of paperwork.

“Welcome back! You’ve missed three weeks of school.” The woman deadpanned, going down the line of teens as she dropped a load of papers into each of their hands. “You’re behind on your book reports, all your math homework, and your science projects”

“Okay-” Logan tried before their teacher spoke again, “And they’re all due tomorrow.”

The studious boy and his assistant let out a pair of twin cries at her words, watching in horror as she made her way back to the tiny classroom at the back of the hotel.

Gripping the papers in her hand, Roxy grit her teeth, “What the hell? Gustavo said he talked to Mrs. Collins about our time off, didn’t he?”

“Guys, guys, chillax!” As he held up one of his hands, Kendall tried to calm his friends. “The tour is over. We’re back at the Palm Woods, and everything is gonna be cool.”

“If you think you can steal me from my old boyfriend, you’re right.”

Familiar sound floating down the hallway, Roxy lit up at the sound of Jo’s voice - not even taking time to process her words or take note of the beautiful boy walking beside her as the pair emerged from the elevators.

Too engrossed in whatever they were doing, Roxy watched in confusion as the boy slipped his arm around Jo’s shoulders and led her out towards the pool.

She got my letter, didn’t she? I swear I wrote our return date.

Though she felt Kendall tense up beside her, the writer was far too concerned with her own situation to even feel slightly sorry for him - even as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to fall backward onto the floor with a thud.

Carlos and James were quick enough to try and help him up, allowing the girl to decide she was more interested in what was happening with Jo, but as she went to walk away, Logan caught her arm.

He opened his mouth as if he were trying to say something, but only managed to lift his widening eyes up and down from her to the massive pile of schoolwork resting in their hands.

“Oh come on!” The writer tried. “Don’t you want to go see Camille?”

By the way he began to pale, Roxy, at this point, would be a terrible friend to abandon him.

Silently, the five trudged up to their apartments, papers weighing them down with every step. The girl thumbed through them a bit, though it was quite hard to do that, and carry her suitcase and guitar up the stairs. They seemed to be mostly comprised of worksheets - easy - but the last chunk in the back was a lengthy section of project instructions.

Mrs. Collins had to be out of her mind if she thought the five of them would be able to do this much work in 24 hours.

Once they reached 2-H, the band dropped their assistant off before taking a few more steps to 2-J.

“See you soon!” Carlos called as if they hadn’t spent every waking moment of the last 90 days together.

While Roxy sure loved his optimism, she was in desperate need of some alone time. As her key turned in the door’s lock and she entered her apartment, that was exactly what she got.

Closing the front door and flipping the lights on in her dim front room, everything in her apartment had been exactly where she had left it - including the pillow she had meant to bring on tour but ended up leaving in the middle of her couch. On the way to her room, she was sure to give it a slap for good measure before picking it off the cushions and flinging it back onto her bed.

Realistically, she probably should have washed her sheets before she flopped backward onto her bed, but she left the soft, inviting mattress call out to her.

Nap first, talk to Jo and Camille second, homework third…

And that was her final decision before an unexpected knock knock rapped at the door 2-H and 2-J shared.

“Go away!” The girl called, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice. “I’m busy!”

“You’re not busy, Roxy.”

Voice effortlessly sliding through the door, James didn’t wait for a response before opening it and making his way into her bedroom without bothering to knock again; an action that made Roxy’s blood boil. It was bad enough she was exhausted from their travels, but she wasn’t particularly cool with her friends barging into her space without her permission - especially considering what it led to the last time they’d done that.

Not bothering to move from her comfy spot, she let James stand in the doorway, gently leaning to one side as he glanced over her room.

After their whirlwind journey from Los Angeles to Minnesota then back to Los Angeles and then on to the rest of the United States, there had been no time for her to revamp her room back to its once poster-covered glory. The bland, beige walls felt uninviting - like he hadn’t just stepped into a familiar and relaxing place.

“Now that you’ve seen I’m pretty busy, you don’t need to stick around.” Roxy sighed, closing her eyes.

Simultaneously comfortable and uncomfortable, she felt his gaze shift to her and tried desperately to ignore the way his scrutinizing eyes carried themselves up and down her frame.

Roxy wasn’t stupid; Their relationship was different now, but if he thought he could just walk into her place uninvited and get a few kisses out of her, he was sorely mistaken.

Even if she did really want to make out.

Sucking in a breath, James loudly exhaled before moving to sit on the edge of her bed. “Who was the hot guy Jo was with earlier?”

That made the girl open her eyes, stealthy sneaking a peek at her crush through the layer of blankets separating them. With his eyes cast downward, twiddling his thumbs like he was in a Sunday morning cartoon, she took note of how long and dark his eyelashes were. The small bits of sunlight cascading through her half-closed blinds aided as well, lighting up the green flecks speckled inside his hazel eyes.

God, he’s just too beautiful.

“No clue… They seem pretty friendly though.”

Flashes of her friend and the boy walking together through the lobby ran across her mind. Is tall, muscular, pretty boy her type? Not that I can blame her.

“Right…”

It seems as though James had something else he wanted to say, but couldn’t figure out how.

He’s not interested… Is he?

At the thought of James seeking a romantic partnership with someone else, Roxy felt her stomach drop. While normally she’d have no problem playing wingwoman for Kendall and Logan when it came to Jo and Camille, there was no way she’d even think about helping him try and date someone else.

But, we’re not together so I can’t be mad at him… Maybe I can be annoyed?

“I’m just… Worried about Kendall, I think. He doesn’t take to break-ups all that well, not that anyone really does, but we kind of really need to establish our cred at this hotel again and I need his help. He’s no good to me if he’s wallowing over losing Jo.”

“Why don’t you go talk to her about it, then, because I doubt this new guy is any threat to Kendall.”

James blinked a few times, ducking his head down to avoid the beams of light hitting his face. “Yes, yeah, duh…”

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he moved to stand up.

“Maybe talk to Carlos and Logan, too, just in case…”

There was nothing about Jo that had her friend even entertaining the idea she had been or currently was cheating on Kendall with the newcomer, but in the event of the worst-case scenario, it sounded like Kendall would need all the support he could get from his friends.

“Oh! That’s why I came in… Logan is having, like, a category five meltdown in the kitchen right now. Think you can help him?”

Shooting up from her covers, Roxy’s eyes widened. She had seen plenty of Logan meltdowns before, but a category five? This could get very ugly, very fast. “Of course! You should’ve led with that!”

“I would’ve, but then you’d have gone running to help him… It doesn’t leave any time for me to catch you solo, right?” He said as he stood, effortlessly moving through the doorway and holding out one of his hands to beckon her into 2-J.

Though she thought about accepting his offer, she scoffed at his words and pushed past him, “I had plenty of solo time this summer.”

Stepping into the apartment next door, completely forgetting about the way James had attempted to flirt, she was met with the sweet smell of baked corndogs coming from the oven.

Despite it being so early in the morning, it was sweet to see Mrs. Knight back in the swing of things.

I hope she and Katie had a good time together.

“Well,” The woman began, noticing James and Roxy trail down the hallway. “The quiet was nice, but I did miss you kids!”

Completely bypassing Logan, who was breathing far too heavily as he dug through the mountain of homework on the kitchen table, and Katie, on the couch, Mrs. Knight pulled the tray out of the over dumped her array of corndogs into a large, clear bowl in front of Carlos.

Not even bothering to check the temperature, the boy dug both hands in, eagerly picking up two fistfuls of his favorite food, making his assistant wince a bit.

“And I missed your home cooking!” He squealed before shoving as much corndog in his mouth as humanly possible.

Shutting one of the large textbooks on the table beside him, Logan gave out a pained, “How can you be happy? Look at all the work we have to do by tomorrow!”

“I am impressed, though,” Katie piped up, motioning to the boy in front of her. “I figured you’d be all freaked out and yell-y.”

“Oh, you mean like this?”

Taking the mountain of papers off the table, Logan tossed them all into the air with a tortured scream, standing there huffing as they fluttered down around him.

It reminded Roxy of confetti as she watched the pages fall, before taking inventory of the items scattered around the room around her. After James’ dream bachelor pad remodel, she thought 2-J might never look the same, but Gustavo and Kelly had done everything in their power to return it back to its original state in their absence. Toys, video games, decorations, everything was exactly where it had been before she and James had temporarily moved in together.

By the time she had jumped back into the conversation, blinking away her diverging thoughts, James had broken away from her side and pulled off his outer layer button-up. Beneath, his black tank top stood out against his tanned skin, perfectly matching with a black headband that seemed to materialize out of nowhere around his forehead.

Completely steering the topic in a different direction, James tightened the knot holding the bandana over his forehead, showing off his toned arms.

Pretending not to notice this, Roxy took in his words.

“This time we’re gonna announce our presence with more authority…”

When the others in the room just stood there, staring at him as they tried to understand what he meant, the boy cried, “Nobody even said hi!”

Which, his assistant came to realize, was a good point. The downside of not being able to recognize anyone in the lobby was nobody in the lobby recognized them either.

“We are popular here, okay?” He continued. “Now who’s with me?”

“Not me,” Roxy crossed her arms, leaning into the table as she looked over all of their schoolwork. “I think staying in school might be more important for our careers right now… And for Logan’s mental health.”

Popping up from beside the long-haired boy, Carlos emerged, dressed in a nearly identical outfit, but holding two more corndogs in his hands. “I’m in! We need to reestablish our Palm Woods cred with the new kids.”

Sharing a fist bump, Carlos and James looked mighty pleased with themselves, as Logan threw his hands up in anger.

“We need to finish these projects! See this blank science display board right here?” Cumbersomely holding up the red tri-fold, the studious boy showed it off to his friends. “It’s blank!”

Once again, the conversation was pulled elsewhere as Katie called out, “Hey, has anyone even noticed Kendall might be dead?”

As his friends looked over to the orange couch where the girl pointed, Kendall lay there, sprawled out and staring at the ceiling. No doubt what Jo had said to her new boy-friend had gotten to him. “I’m freakin’ out!”

Would it kill him to have a little faith in her? “Go talk to Jo, you idiot!”

Wincing at her words, Mrs. Knight brushed past the assistant and pulled her son off the cushions, back into the upright sitting position. Taking a seat next to him, she pulled him into a comforting side hug. “Honey, I have always liked Jo, and this does not sound like her.”

Eyes widening, Roxy held her hands out in a “See?” motion.

“And if you want to be in a relationship with someone, trust is number one.”

“Because we have all seen how lack of trust ruins a relationship…” The writer chimed in, trying to remind her friend that making wild assumptions about his girlfriend was very dangerous. “Even if you get a really good song out of it.”

“Now go find her, be open with her, and just ask her what’s going on.” His mother picked him up off the couch and walked him to the front door, which Katie was swift to open. “And if something is going on, I always hated her.”

Just as soon as she sent him stumbling out the door, she closed it, dusting her hands off as if the task were no big deal.

Bang!

Sound ripping through the apartment, Roxy jumped as she turned her head to find the source: Camille, foot on the wooden door now laying at her feet, staring Logan down as a predator would stare down their prey.

As kooky as she was, she looked so insanely beautiful - hair crazy, shirt askew, chest heaving, as she growled, “Where is he?”

When everyone turned to face Logan, they noticed his jaw drop to the floor as he looked her up and down.

“Okay, no, Camille, please, not now- I have a lot of work to do, and I’m freaked-”

“Eeee!”

Entire demeanor changing once she heard his voice, the actress let out an excited scream and sprinted toward her crush. Once she eagerly sped past James and Carlos - not even sparing them a second glance - she tackled Logan to the ground with a loud thud, placing kisses across every inch of his face.

James’ cry of, “Finally! Someone around here that knows us!” was senselessly drowned out by the sounds of Logan and Camille making out, right there on the uncomfortable apartment floor.

“Well then…” Roxy tried to change the subject as she addressed her friends, though the noise from the floor was getting a bit irritating. “You two have fun re-establishing our cred while Logan and I play catch up.”

When she motioned to the mountain of work on the table ahead of her, Camille suddenly popped up and grabbed her hands.

“Oh, not a chance! We’ve got to see Jo, right now.”

In the most unsubtle motion possible, the actress glanced at Roxy before turning to look at James. “There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

Knowing there was no harm intended in her actions didn’t settle the sudden flip of the writer’s stomach as she let out an uncomfortable laugh. “What? I don’t- Ha!”

Before anything more embarrassing left her mouth, Camille was dragging Roxy over the wooden door she had broken minutes ago. However, as she looked back, attempting to plead to her friends not to let the girl take her, she noticed James standing with brows sky-high as he watched her leave.

There’s no way he’s… blushing?

Just the thought of it made her cheeks flush as well, a crucial detail Camille’s expert eyes noticed as the doors to the elevator slid closed, carrying them down to the first floor.

“Roxy?! You made out with him?!”

“Aw… It’s so nice to see you too, Camille.”

“Like, lips, teeth, tongue?”

“The greetings I get after three months away… Wait- Teeth? Ew!”

“Well, Logan does this thing-”

“Ew!” The writer cried again, though this time she caught a smile as the ding of the elevator let the girls know they’d arrived on the first floor. Of all the things she had missed most on tour, it had been her girlfriends.

Between the two of them, it was hard to contain their laughter as they entered the lobby - the lobby in which Jo and her mysterious new friend just happened to be hanging out.

As they sat together on one of the many orange sofas in the room, Roxy stopped dead in her tracks as she watched the boy drape his arm over the back of the cushions and lean into Jo.

“No!” The blonde called, aggressively jerking her head back, hand held between them in a “stop” motion. “I told you. It’s-It’s wrong.”

Though Roxy’s audible sigh of relief was embarrassing, she gently set one hand on Camille’s arm to steady herself, “Phew…”

In an instant, the air had been sucked from her lungs once more as the handsome stranger pulled Jo up from the couch, resting one hand on her hip as he dramatically cooed, “But it’s so right!”

The pair stood, embracing one another for a moment as they stared deep into each other's eyes.

It almost feels like Teenage Lycanthrope live… Roxy thought before she watched each of them lean in, eyes beginning to close.

“Woah!” She felt herself yell, also hearing it from somewhere else in the lobby, startling the two who were quick to snap out of their trance-like state.

Thankfully, the voice louder than hers - which she quickly learned belonged to Kendall - was the one Jo heard, causing her to whip her head around, blonde locks flying across her shoulders.

From one of the planters in the hotel lobby, her boyfriend, tree hat and all, rushed over to the pair and physically separated them as he pulled Jo to his side and stepped between her and the newcomer.

“What is this? How could you? Who’s the dude?” He asked her, pointing an accusatory finger her way.

As much as Roxy didn’t love the romantic-like interaction Jo was having with her new friend, she didn’t like Kendall yelling at her even more. Anxiously tugging on Camille’s arm to get a bit closer, the girls stepped into point of view and caught Jo’s eye in silent solidarity.

The confused look on her face, mixed with Kendall’s sudden questions didn’t make for a perfect “Hello!” after months of being apart.

Her boyfriend wasn’t doing much better, though, slurring out, “Girl, supposed to kiss me, boy!”

What does that even mean?

The other boy present raised a finger, “Uh-”

“Back off!”

Jo’s jaw was wide open, eyes flickering between Kendall, her friend, Roxy, and Camille, reaching to brush some hair out of her face with shaking hands. “I, uh… This is a scene from my script!”

On the couch beside her, Jo picked up a bright blue script book displaying the name New Town High in bold black letters. “I could, because I got a lead role in the new CW show, New Town High!”

When she passed the book off to her boyfriend, it was his turn to look back at her, mouth agape.

“The dude is my costar, Jett Stetson, who plays my love interest in the show, and I was gonna surprise you and our friends with the news when you got back, but you’re back, so…” She leaned forward to press a quick kiss on the frontman’s cheek, “Surprise!”

It took a lot for the writer not to speed in, sweep Jo up in the greatest hug known to man, and ask her a thousand questions about her new role, but she understood this was something she and Kendall needed to work on on their own.

After a moment, Kendall audibly swallowed, wringing his hands together. “Okay. That explains it.”

“Were you spying on us?” His girlfriend asked.

“No!”

In a second the tree hat was knocked from his head down to the ground with a gentle thud.

Sensing the entire ordeal with Jo and Kendall was over with, Jett - tall, brunette, and handsome - stepped forward a bit, extending his hand to the blond. “Kendall! Hi, I’m Jett.”

In an instant, Katie, who Roxy presumed had been hiding behind the planter with her brother, sprinted towards the newcomer, launching herself into his arms.

Though Jett caught her with ease, it did shock him, causing him to shuffle backward a bit.

“I’m Katie!” The young girl introduced herself, flinging her arms around the actor’s neck in a way that made her older friend chuckle. “I manage hot talent for TV and movies. I’m also a modeling agent and available for limited dating in six years. Wait for me!”

At this point, Katie had leaned in so close to Jett to gaze into his sparkling blue eyes, that she might just kiss him if he moved the wrong way.

“Oh, look at the time…” Jett joked, immediately turning to look anywhere but at the girl in his arms before dumping her onto Kendall. “Uh, Jo, we’re gonna be late for that photo shoot.”

“Damn,” Camille grumbled next to Roxy, this time pulling on her arm and leaving them over to where their other friends were standing. Just as Jo kindly asked Kendall if he wanted to come to the shoot, which was very cool of her, the new pair had joined in the conversation and her boyfriend politely declined, making off hastily with Katie.

Before Jo was able to sneak away, Roxy cleared her throat before letting out a small, “Congratulations!” as she pulled the blonde into a hug. Under her arms, the writer could feel her shaking a bit, whether it be from excitement or anxiety, she didn’t know.

“Oh, my God, I was beginning to think you’d never walk over here…” Jo sighed into her ear, squeezing her friend tight. “And thanks, I couldn’t wait to tell you!”

“We have to talk later!” Camille reminded Jo as she broke the embrace, hands on both of her friend’s shoulders.

That comment left Jo to crack a bit of a smile, looking at Roxy and wiggling her eyebrows in jest.

The sound of shuffling feet came from behind the actress, and Jett let out a small “ahem,” to grab her attention.

“Oh! Jett, this is Roxanne, remember? I told you about her letters like every day on set.”

Flashing his white teeth, the boy nodded to the writer and shot her a wink. “Right! How could I forget…”

It definitely sounds like he forgot.

Nonetheless, Roxy gave him a little wave, “It’s great to meet you, Jett! I can’t wait to see your show.”

“Of course, you can’t! I’m in it, Jo’s in it, what more could you ask for?”

A quick side glance at Camille let Roxy know she was doing her best to hold in laughter at his over-confident words.

“Yeah… Have fun at the shoot,” were her final words as Jett grabbed Jo’s hand and led them out of the lobby to their next destination.

Catching her attention again, Camille poked her friend in the side, “You’re so lucky I’m not going to interrogate you until Jo’s around.”

“There’s nothing to interrogate me about! I was pretty clear about what happened in my letter, and as you can see, nothing’s come from it.”

“So you want something to come from it?”

Blinking, the question caught the writer off guard.

“Talk to me when Logan’s officially your boyfriend.”

The sharp, offended gasp from the actress sent her friend into a fit of giggles.

As Camille opened her mouth to respond, a horde of kids ran by her as they made their way to the pool. Each one of them were dressed in the familiar red and blue Magic Middle School uniform, talking all over one another as they, Roxy presumed, practiced their lines.

“Ugh… I hate fall at the Palm Woods! Too many new faces… Too much competition…”

With a snort, Roxy covered her mouth as she laughed even harder at her friend’s words, “Those kids are your competition? You were in their place three years ago!”

“And I haven’t landed another permanent role in a show since!”

Tone of the conversation shifting, Roxy felt her smile disappear as she understood just what Camille was referring to. In just a few short months in L.A., their best friend had landed a lead role in a network show, and though the assistant knew Camille was just as excited about Jo as she was, there was a twinge of jealousy lingering in her statement.

“Aw, Camille don’t be like that. You were the star of Merteens 4! It was in movie theaters! Just because Jo found a role in TV doesn’t mean you have to as well. Or discount your impressive acting CV… I can’t think of an actor our age who’s been in more pieces of media than you.”

Silently there Roxy stood, wrapping an arm around Camille while taking in all the new faces around them.

Bitters had been correct, there were so many people crowding around the space, that she almost felt a bit strained by the sheer number of individuals in the room - which was a bit silly, considering she had been in venues housing more people all summer. By the elevators, a group of teens that looked just a bit younger than she was were carrying around heavy, chainmail shirts and swords fit for a medieval king. Stunt actors?

The couch beside them boasted a kid who couldn’t be any older than six or seven, repeating a few jokes over and over to his mother sitting next to him. Child comic?

By the door, a duo of teenagers, maybe around her age were taking their belongings off of a luggage rack, and an older woman they seemed to be with was talking to the front desk manager.

There was something familiar about them, Roxy realized, as she noticed the taller one take his guitar case and sling it around his shoulder, but with his back turned, hoodie covering every inch of him, it felt impossible to tell.

“Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh…”

The sounds of “Big Time Rush” unexpectedly playing from the pool area startled the girls out of their moment, causing them to look at each other and roll their eyes in sync. If they knew one thing about their friends, it was that they had a tendency to be a bit dramatic when they wanted attention.

When they made their way out to the pool deck to see what was up, Carlos and James were lounging at one of the small tables around a large boom box blasting their song. They must have been trying to show off the band’s first album, pretending to be nonchalantly hanging out around the pool while sipping on some lemonade they had gotten from the cafe. Still in their get-ups from earlier, the sight of the boy she liked in a tight-fitting tank top flustered the assistant a bit, causing her to grip Camille’s arm a bit too tight as she practically collapsed in the chair next to Carlos.

Choosing to stand behind James, arms crossed and peering down at him, Camille nodded her head to the music player.

“That’s your grand plan?”

A cheeky smile erupting on his face, Carlos did his best to yell over the song, “Yeah!” before turning to James and asking, “How long has it been?”

“It’s been 30 seconds and nobody has come over to say ‘Hi’ or ‘Hey’ or ‘We’re new to the Palm Woods and we heard you guys rule the pool!’”

The boy was clearly perplexed; cheeks puffed, arms crossed - giving another amazing view of his muscles - completely upset that no one was paying him any attention.

Hm. The assistant thought. Karma.

“Or,” Camille tried, “These kids have been here for weeks while you were on tour, so to them, you’re the new guys.”

As their friend pointed out some of the different cliques that had formed, Roxy stealthily reached out and stole some sips of Carlos’ lemonade.

“Yeah, see those guys over there investigating that stain? They are the new stars of Teen NCSI, and they are always in character.”

Across the water, the three teens hunched over a small spot on the pool deck, taking pictures, investigating it under a magnifying glass, talking among themselves using strange chemistry-adjacent terms Roxy wasn’t sure were all that accurate. It reminded her of the mountain of homework waiting for her back in 2-H before she joked, “Oh, I’m sure they’re real fun at parties.”

“Yeah-ah!”

On the opposite side of the deck, a young man in a long, trashy blonde wig and multi-colored and patterned leotard let out a cry reminiscent of an ‘80s rockstar as he stood upon a planter, gyrating his hips to the beat of a non-existent song. That was until he noticed two pretty girls chatting in front of him and leaped down from his spot to wrap them both up in his arms.

“And say hello to Lil’ Lee Roth. He’s single-handly bringing back their hair band!”

“Don’t you need other people for-” Roxy began before James cut her off.

“No matter how big they are, they should know us and want to hang with us! We’re Big Time Rush!”

Tossing some beautiful locks over her shoulder, Camille sighed, “Yeah, but, I mean, I didn’t hang out with you guys until I found out how crazy you are with your fire pit jams and parties and general youthful antics.”

At that, Roxy rolled her eyes. As if she didn’t do everything she could to be around Logan before that!

“That’s it!” Carlos called beside his assistant, cutting off her thoughts. Standing, he grabbed his helmet from the table and slapped it on, causing James to rise in excitement as well. “I know what to do!”

Without another word, he ran off into the lobby, leaving his three friends standing in his wake, completely confused… Until they heard his tell-tale scream from one of the balconies on the floor above the pool as he hurled himself over the railing.

Screaming continuing all the way down, it didn’t stop once he reached the water. A gigantic blue wave splashed out over the pool's residents. When he surfaced, he let out a “Whoo-hoo!”

The smile it brought to James’ face as he raced out to help pull his friend out of the pool was almost worth the water that now covered half of Roxy’s body. Had she not still been wearing her ratty travel clothes, she might not have let Carlos resurface from his little stunt.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one at the pool, standing around soaking and dreaming of hurting the boy who had ruined their day. A chorus of angry yelling was thrown his way from all sides of the deck, making one thing very clear: He had gotten their attention, just not the kind of attention he had been hoping for.

***

By the time Roxy had trudged back up to her apartment, changed, and dried off her hair, it was no surprise her phone rang, Logan’s name flashing across her screen.

“Hello?” She picked up, cradling the phone on her shoulder as she slung one of her bath towels onto the shiny golden rail in her bathroom.

“Big Time Rush is on the Rocktoberfest lineup!” His tone of voice sounded more panicked than excited, but his words resonated with the girl all the same. Rocktoberfest was one of the biggest music festivals of the year, surly Gustavo would’ve told them they were putting on a show there.

Immediately, she raced out into her bedroom and flew to her most recent copy of Pop Tiger, practically ripping the pages apart to find the festival ad she had seen while glancing through it earlier. “Logan… Are you kidding? They posted the band list ages ago and we’re not on it.”

As her eyes scanned the large list, she felt her heart drop when she read Brand New Day.

“Three words: Griffin. Rocktoberfest. Poison!”

Again with the panic, “What’s the issue then? I can hear you heaving through the receiver like you normally do before you pass out.”

“Remember when we were trying to get out of the School of Rocque and we used the big list of ASPA rules to trick Gustavo and Kelly?”

“Like it was yesterday, dude.”

As Logan formed his next thought, it set in that it hadn’t been just yesterday… It had nearly been eight entire months.

“Well, without our schoolwork in, we’re scoring F’s in every subject. One of the rules is we’re not allowed to perform unless we have a C plus average.”

Feeling a light skip of her heartbeat, she began to understand the reason for his concern. If their work wasn’t in by the show - dated tomorrow in the magazine she was gripping - they’d have to pass up the career opportunity of a lifetime.

“Okay… Okay, okay,” Roxy pushed out, hand pressing against her forehead to try and ward off the massive headache she knew she was about to receive. It was hard to keep her breathing steady, but she knew if she began to panic, it would only make Logan’s anxiety worse. “What do you need?”

“Report covers, a glue stick, a protractor, green glitter number three, 23 sharpened pencils, eight pens, 15 Monstrosity energy drinks, three plants, one watermelon, two copper wires, one battery, and, like, 40 clean towels.”

“That’s… Oddly specific, but give me 20 minutes to run to the store and I’ll meet you back at the Crib.”

A dutiful assistant she was, bouncing out of 2-H and down to the lobby with her reusable shopping bags in hand. After a quick trip to the grocery store in the strip mall next to the Palm Woods, she and the band should be well on their way to playing Rocktoberfest - assuming the supplies Logan claimed to need would help him take care of his work and the other boys’.

No way they’d manage a C-plus average alone…

She felt a bit guilty for thinking that, but everyone had their struggles. There was no doubt in her mind that completing three weeks of missed school work was currently nowhere near the top of Kendall, James, and Carlos’ list of importance, considering their minds were all far too occupied with other worries at the moment.

Wherever Kendall had run off to, Roxy didn’t know, but as she passed by the first set of large doors leading to the pool, she nearly tripped over her own feet when she noticed James - and Carlos, though it took her a few seconds to register he was there too - sunbathing shirtless on the spackled pool deck.

It wasn’t right of her to weasel her way out to one of the planters on the other side of the water, ducking down between the palm fronds and placing a tree hat on her now-dried hair, but she did it nonetheless. Even if she was a bit upset with James about their conversation earlier, she shouldn’t have to deny herself the simple pleasure of admiring her sunbathing crush for just a little while.

He’d do the same if it were me. She tried to justify to herself before blinking a few times, turning the thought over in her head.

After a few silent moments of contemplation, she watched as the Jennifers approached her friends and said something inaudible that caused the boys to hop up and put their tank tops back on.

Wait- No he wouldn’t. He didn’t even give me the time of day when we were at the beach this summer… Stupid.

In frustration, she reluctantly picked the hat up by its brim and threw it back down into the base of the planter. There was already enough relationship drama going on around her, considering Kendall and Jo were on the edge of a breakup and Camille and Logan’s will-they-won’t-they was driving her crazy, there was no need to add to the mix by trying to figure out what thoughts about her might be running through James’ mind.

He needed to tell her exactly what he wanted of her before she’d let anything happen between them again.

No more games, Roxy told herself as she entered the lobby again, making her way towards the front entrance. He said ‘You should always be with a guy who makes the first move’ so if he wanted to date me-

“God, what can a guy do to get some pool towels around here?”

An unexpected call ringing out from the lobby behind her made the assistant freeze.

“Front desk… Maybe?” Someone else added, tone halfway in between a whisper and a mumble.

The doubly unexpected reply sent the hair on the back of her neck standing up.

“Oh, yeah! Good call, Dani!”

The sound of that voice, something she had once loved enough to write plenty of songs about, now scratched at her ears like a cat running its claws down a chalkboard.

Every second they walked closer to the front desk was a second that led Mag McAllister and Dani Huron closer to spotting their ex-bandmate, numb with fear, at the next set of doors leading out toward the pool.

No time to think, or even register that Bitters would just send them out to the towel attendant by the cafe, Roxy focused all of her energy on placing one foot in front of the other before she tore out of the lobby to the last place she had seen James and Carlos.

She just needed to find them, then she’d feel better, braver even, and maybe she could even eliminate the tremor that wrecked her body at the thought of seeing the two people who had caused her the most pain and grief she had ever known standing in the lobby of her home.

There was just one issue with her plan, however, as James and Carlos were nowhere to be seen.

Panicked gaze falling over every face she could see in the pool, she checked their usual lounge chairs first only to find them occupied by the Teen NCSI cast. The firepit where the band and their assistant played their usual fireside jams was taken up by the Knights of the Round Table wannabes from earlier. Every square inch of the pool was taken up by the Magic Middle School swim team.

It was only when Roxy took a complete 180 that she noticed James had tucked himself away from the rest of the poolgoers, sipping on a tall cup of lemonade with furrowed brows as he leaned against the brick wall of the hotel’s north wing. Just her unbelievably bad luck he happened to be mere feet away from the towel station.

Even at the sight of him, she felt a bit more relieved, but at the moment, she needed something more than relief. Something she couldn’t put her finger on as she backtracked toward him.

“Thanks, Reginald!” Mag yelled over his shoulder from the lobby, voice carrying as he walked side-by-side with Dani into the pool area.

Instantly, Roxy dropped the bags she was holding and ducked her head as she quickly made her way to the wall of the hotel closest to her, hugging it as she grew closer and closer to her friend. Even the thought of seeing their faces drove a spike through her chest.

Trying to move speedily, but not so much as to draw the attention of those around her, she felt her heart skip in reprieve as the two individuals she was desperate to avoid turned their heads in the opposite direction to take in the area around them.

One good thing about new Palm Woods residents was that they’d never know the hotel as well as she and her friends would.

With their backs practically turned to her now, she finally reached James, who looked up from his drink long enough to spot her. With a smile, he set it down on a nearby table as he waved.

“Hey! R-” The boy began to call, and her stomach dropped as she saw the tight curls atop Mag’s head begin to turn in their direction.

Protection! Her brain screamed at her, finally able to place what she had been looking for, and she felt her hands reach out toward James to catch the straps of his maroon tank top.

Using all the momentum she had from her rapid movements, and using James' surprise to her advantage, she tugged at the fabric in her left hand and managed to pull the singer halfway off the wall.

In one fluid motion, she completely switched places with him, feeling her back roughly hit the brick behind where James had been leaning. Doing her best not to wince as she felt a particularly rough piece of masonry bite into her arm, her plan was executed flawlessly as James’ hands shot out in front of him to stop from colliding with the solid surface toward which he was heading, landing on either side of her head to completely obscure her from view.

The only thing her plan hadn’t accounted for was how close it would bring the boy to her, practically caging her against the wall as he let out a weak, “-Oxy”

With mere seconds to register what she’d done in panic, Roxy heard the sound of flip-flops growing nearer to where she and James were attempting to catch their breath.

A million thoughts ran through her brain at just what would happen if James ended up moving away from her in the next few seconds. All of them ending with Mag and Dani catching sight of their old writer; All of them causing the hands gripping James’ tank top to continue to shake with terror.

It was getting harder and harder for her to focus when she glanced up at him, noticing the way his eyes widened as he felt her chest rapidly fall and rise against his own.

New plan… Stick to his strengths… Keep him near you-

“Tonsil hockey!” She whisper-yelled, yanking him down to her eye level to make sure he soaked in every word. “I really, really, really need you to teach me to play.”

Roxy certainly didn’t need to ask him twice.

At her words, he moved swiftly, though incredibly deliberately, as he bridged the already minuscule gap between himself and his assistant.

Then, there were so many things happening at once Roxy could hardly reign her attention in long enough to focus on any one of them as her eyes fluttered shut.

The sensation of James’ lips moving fervently against her own, the sound of a cell phone ringing somewhere behind them, the feeling of one of his hands beginning to slide down her back, the gentleness in which her fingers ran themselves through his hair, the groan of two hotel patrons trudging back towards the lobby, the pressure from his palm on her lumbar region that pushed her closer towards the boy who drove her absolutely crazy…

Until all at once, it stopped.

No more fervor.

No more hands on her body.

No more air left in her lungs.

As Roxy felt James pull away from her, her eyes shot open to see him shaking his head back and forth, running his hands through his hair to straighten out the mess she had made of it.

“No, no…” She heard him muttering before he took a few more steps back glancing between the hotel to his right and the girl in front of him. “This isn’t right. There’s too many people here.”

There was nothing her assistant could do besides let her jaw drop as she felt a sharp pang radiate through her chest. When he continued to move away from her, jabbing two of his thumbs back toward the hotel, she felt her cheeks heat with shame.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta-”

Without even finishing his sentence, James took off toward the lobby, not even sparing his assistant a second glance.

***

K: Jo convinced me to come to the New Town High set

R: That’s nice of her!

K: Yeah, except I had to watch her and Jett almost kiss 25 times, then actually make out a 26th time

R: Well, at least you knew it was coming

R: Besides, you can’t think of it like it's Jo kissing Jett - it’s her character kissing his.

K: Easier said than done. I think she’s mad at me, anyway.

R: I’d be too if my boyfriend was acting like he didn’t trust me

“Woah, woah! Roxy, your heart rate is spiking! Keep thinking about whatever you’re thinking about!”

She had found out too little too late that going to Logan to confide in had been a massive mistake, especially when he started placing little electrodes across her forehead and hooked her up to a heart rate monitor he just seemed to have lying around.

After kicking Gustavo and Kelly out of 2-J to shop for the boy’s desired list of items, the assistant had landed herself unwittingly part of one of his science experiments.

“Yeah, I’d love to keep thinking about trust and communication issues in relationships.”

Even though his back was turned to her, hunching over one of the math worksheets Mrs. Collins had dumped on him, she knew he was rolling his eyes. “Perfect! And while you’re at it, think about how much you cared about Dak and how little he cared about you… Or you can think about James for a bit.”

The rapid beeping of the machine his assistant was hooked up to increased slightly at the thought of her ex and he tore his focus away from the math book to write something down on a spreadsheet pulled up on his laptop. For a moment, Roxy thought about tossing the book she had in her hands that she was supposed to be skimming to write a book report on right at the back of his head until she glanced out the window and noticed Carlos, James, Guitar Dude, and Camille at one of the firepits.

“See? I can tell you were thinking of him just now.” Logan mused, switching back to the math page once the beeping sound increased further. “We’re practically proving Love Science in real-time.”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who can’t even make the girl who's been throwing herself at him for eight entire months his girlfriend.”

That comment caused Logan to whip around and shake his pencil her way. “I’ll have you know I’m taking her out on a nice, romantic date on Friday to ask her just that!”

When her heart rate spiked again, the boy let out a grumble of annoyance and unplugged the machine from the wall to stop its incessant noise. Before Roxy was able to get an excited word in he shook his pencil again, “I’ll tell you about it later. Just finish skimming the book and get to the reports!”

Of course, she normally wouldn’t let him talk to her like that, but she understood that he was under an extreme amount of stress as he worked on his friends’ projects. So, for now, she let it slide and settled back into the couch to finish looking over Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

A writer herself, Roxy was quite apt at spotting different literary devices in a multitude of texts and had a better understanding than most as to why an author would choose to frame their work with these techniques. That, and he had seen the Romeo + Juliet movie with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes about a million times. While she eagerly stuck various sticky notes on the pages she was half skimming through to tack her thoughts on the novel, Logan promised he’d take care of the rest of the work.

Sometime around the beginning of her second essay, Gustavo and Kelly came back from the store with all of the supplies Logan had requested, and the three of them set about in a frenzy to make sure all the rest of their schoolwork was completed.

While she sat quietly on the couch, typing away on her laptop about the different motifs in the story Mrs. Collins had assigned, Logan was being wheeled around the room in his blue desk chair to different workstations he and their bosses had set up. There was some intermittent yelling in place of a kind request to be moved around the room, lots of mumbling as the studious boy worked through his math problems, and so much Monstrosity energy drink spilled over the floor that everyone’s shoes were beginning to stick to the wood at their feet.

As time sprawled on, Roxy reached her fifth and final essay while it also appeared that Logan only had a few more worksheets left in order to complete his end of the bargain. Though she felt as though her amount of work was insurmountable in comparison to his, she did feel a small sense of pride that she was able to help her friends to the best of her ability - even if she did write James’ name at the top of the paper she was currently writing, knowing it would be the worst one.

Maybe it would be easier for us if we were stuck in a fictional romance story, she thought, ignoring the ache of her fingers as she tried to reach the two-page limit Mrs. Collins wanted for each essay. Instead of all this stupid nonsense, James would have 400-something pages to tell me exactly how he feels and we’d live happily ever after.

A body collapsing onto the couch beside her, head falling down onto her shoulder, pulled her from her thoughts as she glanced at her exhausted friend. Ignoring the syrupy blue stains on the white of his lab coat from his drinks and how it was seeping into the fabric of her t-shirt, she paused for a moment and rested her head on his before closing her laptop with a soft thud.

“Kelly and Gustavo went out for coffee…” Logan slurred, eyes drifting shut as he snuggled further into Roxy’s shoulder. “Just a five-minute nap….”

With a small chuckle, his assistant reached up and gently tapped on his cheek a few times, “Not until you tell me about asking out Camille.”

“Not until you tell me about asking out James.”

While she didn’t appreciate the mocking tone in his voice, she took a deep breath and reminded herself of all the incredible work he had done for her and her band that day.

“I can’t do that,” was her poor excuse for a reply as she felt Logan smile against her sleeve.

“Then I guess I can’t tell you about me and Camille.”

Between the two, there was a brief period of silence before Roxy felt herself begin to laugh.

“It’s really stupid honestly…” A few more chuckles sent Logan’s head bobbing up and down on her shoulder. “I tried a few times while we were on tour and I just… freeze. Like full-on deer in the headlights freeze! The only reason I managed to get him to kiss me today was because I needed a distraction before he eventually said ‘This isn’t right’ and literally ran away from me… How messed up is that?”

“Ew.”

“Don’t ‘Ew,’ me! You were the one who wanted to hear about it!”

“In less graphic detail! My brain is already numb!”

Finally, her laughter caught on and Logan found himself able to let go, at least for a small moment in time, as his friend continued.

“I just don’t get it… He’s made it clear he’s all traditional and thinks the guy should make the first move but here I am, waiting, writing songs about him, putting up with whatever games he’s playing because I can’t stop thinking about him, even after I told myself I wouldn’t do that anymore-”

“His longest relationship, ever, lasted one whole month. A whirlwind kinda thing with this girl we knew on the volleyball team before he dumped her in front of her entire family at one of her games.”

That comment gave her pause, blinking a few times in order to try and understand what Logan was trying to tell her.

“What do you think a messy breakup would do to this band, Roxy?”

An incredibly fair point she had not considered at all. What would happen if one day, the relationship she so desperately wanted to find herself in with a famous pop star ended?

“You couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as Dak when we were practicing for tour…” Logan continued, bringing up a bad memory from months ago his assistant had been doing her best to repress.

There was no doubt she hadn’t acted in a professional manner that day, and everyone on Team Big Time Rush had seen the way she dragged her ex out of the studio and yelled at him before excusing herself to go hide in Gustavo’s office.

“He’s worried about dating me because… I’m a co-worker?”

With a sigh, Logan lifted his head and looked his assistant straight in the eye, “He’s worried about potentially losing one of his closest friends based on his less-than-stellar relationship track record.”

“That’s not fair!” She cried, feeling a bit like a child in the beginning stages of a tantrum. “I’m supposed to sit here and suffer because he’s scared to put some trust in me? To assume that we’d be a lost cause from the start… Asshole!”

Hands flying up in frustration, Roxy found herself at a loss for words. All she wanted was to hear the cute way one of her best friends was going to ask out another one of her best friends but had instead found herself trapped in a conversation she wished she’d never started.

“Yeah…” was all Logan managed, straightening out the wrinkles her sudden actions had placed on the lapel of his lab coat. “We’re working on it. Maybe it’d help to tell him you’re looking for a boyfriend? Like when Carlos pulled that stunt in Boston it kinda riled him up-”

Before Logan could finish whatever he was about to say, his assistant shot up from the couch and ran to the kitchen counter where she had placed her bag earlier in the day. Though it was a bit of a struggle to fish through all the items she had collected in there on tour, at the very bottom she was able to find her songbook and pen which she eagerly threw open to the first blank page.

Looking for a boyfriend?

I see that, give me time, you know that I should be that

Though you’re scared to come put your trust in me

Can’t you see all that I could ever be

As your boyfriend?

Just before she could turn around and continue her interrupted conversation with her friend, the front door slowly opened, James, Carlos, and Kendall trudging in.

Between the three of them, no usual goofy smiles or discussion of antics could be found, only shuffling feet and eyes cast downward as they drew closer inside the apartment.

Once they reached the dining table, James finally managed to push out, “I am so sad.”

Turning back into assistant mode, Roxy snapped her book shut and was just about to discover what was causing such a mighty case of the blues among her band. That was, until Logan sprung up from the couch, sprinted towards his friends, grabbed them by the shirt collars, and dragged them over to the projects he had completed for them.

First up was James, who was shown to a beautiful science fair-ready tri-fold board boasting the project “Different Types of Hair.”

“Write 25 over 63!” Logan demanded, shoving one of the many pencils he had in his coat pocket into the long-haired boy's hand and pushing his head down into the paper.

Then, Carlos’ turn, though he tried to step away from his crazed friend he ultimately wasn’t quick enough. His project was simply titled “Laser” and though Roxy had a lot of questions, she was a bit worried at the idea of getting in Logan’s way.

“Write C-A-R-L-O-S here!” The boy growled, once more handing over a pencil and shoving his friend down toward the table.

Much nicer when he held his hand out to Roxy, he led his assistant over to a beautiful pink poster board displaying an experiment titled “Love Science.”

“Write notes of the status of your last three relationships… here, please.”

Kendall looked too dejected to even care that Logan was pulling him over toward an experiment called “Does Bleach Effect Plant Growth?” where the “E” in effect had been weakly crossed out, an “A” replacing it at the top of the board.

“Pour this-” Logan handed the frontman a measuring cup full of bleach and motioned towards three living houseplants, “On that.”

Buzz buzz

Finishing writing out what Logan had asked of her, even if it was “NO COMMENT” three times in a row, Roxy pulled her phone out of her back pocket and noticed a message in the group chat she shared with Camille and Jo.

J: I just broke up with Kendall.

Not even waiting to find out what the conclusion of the experiment ended up being, Roxy didn’t think twice before rushing out of 2-J, moving as fast as her legs could carry her to Jo’s apartment.

***

Jo, Roxy, and Camille had a long night together. Ice cream, crying, pulling down Big Time Rush posters, more crying, putting everything Kendall ever gave Jo in a box to throw in the hallway, and crying some more until Jo finally managed to fall asleep.

So, when Roxy finally woke up as the soft sunlight bled through the windows of her friend’s bedroom and managed to untangle herself from the knot she had found herself in with Jo and Camille, it was no surprise she had managed to sleep in far later than she had been hoping.

It was getting a bit tiring, running from place to place around this hotel, but she managed to make her way down to her apartment, change, and grab all of her schoolwork before racing down to the Palm Woods School classroom where the rest of Team Big Time Rush were waiting for Mrs. Collins to give them their final grades.

Moment of truth, the girl thought as she handed her papers over to her teacher with a small mumbled apology.

Mrs. Collins didn’t look bothered in the slightest, in fact, all emotion was absent from her features as the seven watched her go through every paper in her large stack with a bright, red pen to grade all of the work she had assigned her students.

For one whole hour, Team Big Time Rush stood there in silence, watching as their teacher combed through each page piled high on her desk and calculated each of her student’s final scores.

When she finally stood, she collected everyone’s work into neat little blue folders and walked down the line of science fair boards that had been propped up on a few of the desks in the back of the classroom.

“Kendall Knight,” She started, placing the blue folder down on top of the plants he had wiped out with a bath of bleach, “C-plus”

There was a chorus of cheers from Kelly and Gustavo, but their celebrations were a bit premature. There were still four more students to hear about before the band was officially able to perform at Rocktoberfest that evening.

Slowly, the group took a few steps to the right as Mrs. Collins continued, “Roxanne Somerset… B-plus”

A wave of relief passed over the writer, even if most of her grade had been at Logan’s expense she was ecstatic to be allowed to play at one of the biggest festivals of the year.

“James Diamond… C-plus... Carlos Garcia…” Reaching out to touch one of the buttons on the laser Logan had constructed, the band and their assistant ducked as a bright red beam shot out of the contraption and burned a large hole in the wall behind them. “B-plus!”

“Ha! I’m smarter than you!” The helmet wearer proclaimed, poking both Kendall and James in the chest as Mrs. Collins gave out her final grade.

“Logan Mitchell… C… Plus!”

The scream of excitement Kelly let out was nearly inhuman, causing a still very tired Logan to cover his ears and fall to the floor, but it was Gustavo’s enthusiastic “Rocktoberfest, here we come!” that shocked the writer the most.

Kneeling to the floor to help Logan gently sit up, a group of people shuffling into the classroom doorway caught her attention. Lil’ Lee Roth and the Teen NCSI cast filled the back of the room, “Are you guys playing at Rocktoberfest?”

“Yeah,” James said, a hint of caution in his voice, “We’re one of the bands.”

Instantly, they and a whole horde of teen Palm Woods residents behind them flooded the small classroom, all shouting at once about how they wanted free tickets to the show. It was the most attention any of them had shown Big Time Rush over the last 48 hours.

Once Roxy was able to get Logan back on his feet, though he did have both his arms slung around her shoulders, the five of them faced the horde of people. None of them knew what to do, looking anxiously at each other as they all tried to form a plan to fend off the large mob.

“You can all watch from the V.I.P. area thanks to Big Time Rush!” Kelly declared, stepping in front of the teens and pulling out a handful of V.I.P. laminates to Rocktoberfest before tossing them into the large group.

There wasn’t much Roxy could do as Logan, Carlos, and James were pulled away from her and up onto the shoulders of many individuals in the group, chanting “Big Time Rush, Big Time Rush!” as they carried the boys through the hallways of the hotel.

When she noticed Kendall had hung back, staring at the picture on his phone’s lock screen of him and Jo, she was quick to pull out an extra pass from Kelly’s ledger and hand it off to him. Looping her arm through his, she gave him a small smile and motioned her head towards the exit, “How about we go leave this at her door? If she comes, she comes, if not…”

It wasn’t much of a pep talk, but it was all she could manage for now as Kendall nodded slowly, pulling her towards the rest of the hotel.

***

A quick stop at Rocque Records allowed time to gather everything the band would need to put on their show. Now, Team Big Time Rush and their bass player, Mick, and drummer, Austin, were waiting for their turn to take the Rocktoberfest stage.

Tensions were a bit high, considering they were to take the open-air stage right after a little band by the name of Brand New Day, and Roxy explained to her friends what she had seen of Mag and Dani the day before. But when she saw her friends side eying the duo as they played, the assistant found herself far more confident at the prospect of running into them now than she had yesterday - Big Time Rush was closing out Rocktoberfest, not Brand New Day, and that felt far better than she had ever imagined.

Though it did slightly suck to have to listen to their set from side stage, as she gripped the neck of her guitar and practiced a few chords of “The Rock Show” by blink-182 to play during her introduction, she thankfully didn’t have to listen to the end of their last song when Logan slid up next to her.

“I’m taking Camille to the observatory and setting up a nice place on their big lawn where we can star gaze together. Of course, while we’re lying down, I’ll draw her into my side and when I’m pointing out all of my favorite constellations, I’m going to show her Perseus and Andromeda and tell the story of their love… Then, I’m gonna ask her to be my girlfriend.”

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, she was cut off by Gustavo pushing the pair of them out of their seats and toward the other members of the band who were waiting for their turn to hit the stage behind a large black curtain.

For now, she bumped her hip into his, “Aw!” and joined up with the rest of their friends, stealthily peeking out at the crowd from behind the partition. In the front, standing right on the barricade were almost all their friends, old and new, from the Palm Woods, eagerly bouncing around to the music playing in between sets. Behind them, there was a sea of fans with all kinds of signs proclaiming their love for the members of Big Time Rush. Even though the change to the Rocktoberfest lineup had only been announced that morning, it looked as though the majority of the crowd couldn’t wait to see the boys.

“Oh, it really is a Rocktober miracle!” Logan practically swooned, leaning back into Carlos and James as he scanned the crowd in more detail.

Pulling the curtain back a bit further, James gushed, “The entire Palm Woods is here!” before his assistant elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to wince.

Among all their friends in the crowd, none of them were able to spot Jo.

Offering Kendall a light pat on the shoulder, Carlos sighed, “Sorry, Buddy.”

“Okay!” Gustavo called from behind them, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention and not caring in the slightest that they had been in the middle of their own conversation. “We’re going to perform the same setlist we did from tour, got it?”

“I want to do the new one.”

Kendall’s statement confused everyone, including Roxy, until she noticed that the comment was directed at her.

“What new one?” His assistant genuinely asked, worried he had broken into her songbook and seen the mess of songs she had written about his best friend.

Running a gentle hand through his hair, he glanced to the side, “You know… The one you kept singing in your sleep…”

“Oh! I know that one!” Carlos chimed in, “Dance hard, laugh more, turn the-”

“Carlos!” Roxy hissed, eyes growing wide as she noticed the other two boys bobbing their heads along to the tune he was singing. “All four of you… know it?”

“Yeah… Sound travels easily down a narrow bus hallway.” Offered Logan, her official bus mate, “I’m pretty sure we all know the words, right?”

“Mhm,” James mumbled, looking extremely interested in his shoes. She knew that he knew the words, considering he had been there when she had written most of them, but his reaction to admitting that was a bit off putting

The grip she had on the strap of her guitar grew tighter. While they hadn’t gone through her things, it still felt a bit scary to know they had learned an entire song she had written simply by sharing the same space as her for a few months.

If they know that one… Which other ones do they know?

“Roxy, let’s start with that one,” Kendall said, placing a comforting hand on her arm and drawing her gaze upward to the rest of the band. “Trust me?”

The answer that left her mouth didn’t surprise her at all.

“Always.”

There was a quick shuffle of logistics backstage, where she quickly had to describe the beat she had written to Mick and Austin who caught on just quickly enough, and when the band finally ran out on stage, the fruit of Roxy’s labor paid off with a perfect version of “Til I Forget About You.”

Not only had the musical accompaniment nailed it, but the band had perfectly dolled out the different parts of the song, obviously letting Kendall take the lead, and put together a quick portion of choreography to go with the chorus.

During this song, everyone except Kendall who was singing his sweet little heart out, noticed a mystery blonde and blank sign weasel their way to the front of the crowd to link up with Camille in the Palm Woods section of the crowd.

When the sign turned around, revealing Jo, it revealed a far more beautiful message.

I <3 Kendall

***

After the show, the band stopped by Rocque Records to drop off the equipment they had used for the show and once Roxy had finished inventory, placing everything back in the tech room where it belonged, she made her way into Studio B to try and fit in a little bit of songwriting.

The band had done phenomenal earlier, taking “Til I Forget About You” and making the song theirs just as much as it was her own, but she didn’t feel comfortable letting another incomplete song out into the world again.

Since she hadn’t had the time over the last two days to take her work in progress of “Invisible” and add the piano part she envisioned in the background, what better time than the present to give it the melody she had been hearing over and over in her head since she began to put her ideas on paper.

Sitting down at the large, grand piano Gustavo had in the studio, she slowly opened the cover to reveal the black and white keys. Gently running her fingers over the first chord, she tried to piece the correct notes together.

It was easy to compose a piece on the guitar, once she heard the note in her head, it was second nature to move her fingers along the frets and sound it out. On the piano, however, she had to take a lot of extra time to play the right chord since she wasn’t as used to this instrument as she would have liked.

To her, the guitar felt a bit like having an effortless conversation where both parties involved could talk freely and openly, but the piano was almost like an interrogation, having to focus and coax the information out of an unwilling participant.

Though piano could be a bit exhausting from time to time, she began to play out the melody she had in her head, doing her best to sing the lines she had written along with the tune to make sure nothing was out of place.

As she warbled, very much off-key, she could also hear the guitar piece she had written playing along with the piano notes she was forcing out of the instrument. That, paired with the beautiful harmony she knew the boys would have no trouble pulling off could make this an easy Big Time Rush hit.

If I ever give it to Big Time Rush… Maybe there are some things I should keep for myself, She thought until she finished up the song and heard the sound of slow clapping coming from the doorway behind her.

With a small yelp, she turned around to find Kendall making his way across the room toward her, still clapping until he drew near enough to say, “God, Roxy! That was incredible!”

Embarrassed mostly, she opened and closed her mouth a few times before she was able to spit out, “I thought everyone went home.”

“Everyone else took Logan home, so I figured we could walk back together, but when I went to the tech room to find you, you weren’t in there. Turns out you were hiding in Studio B with a beautiful song this whole time.”

“It’s… whatever.” She deflected, trying to turn the conversation back on him, “Shouldn’t you be busy making up with Jo? I had a hell of a time with her last night…”

Sitting down on the piano bench next to her, he sighed, “She had to work late tonight, so we set a date for tomorrow. Now play the song again!”

“Maybe when it’s finished-”

“Again, again!”

“Say it one more time and I’m going to force you into the booth to record ‘Til I Forget About You!’”

Threat making the blond hold his hands up in defeat, she finally got Kendall to back off. “...I just thought I should tell you I liked it.”

And now she felt bad for snapping at him, not thinking about her next words before saying, “Thanks, it fits right in with all the other shitty songs I’ve written about James.”

“That song… is about James?”

Way to go, Roxanne, the girl winced once the words left her mouth, wringing her hands together when she noticed his green eyes blow wide. No turning back now.

“Sure is, in a roundabout sort of way. More like… things I wish he’d say to me,” She paused, digging into the songbook in the bag at her feet. “Wanna hear the other ones?”

Kendall cringed, “Do I have a choice?”

“Do you want a career?” Roxy bit.

A slight nod of his head gave way to his answer.

“Great! Let me go grab my guitar. Be back in just a moment.”

Buzz buzz

When she raced out of the room, she felt her phone go off in her back pocket.

M: Loved the set tonight, Roxy. Your new band seems cool… Even for mainstream pop.

R: Sorry, I don’t recognize this number. Who is this?

There was no way Mag could possibly know she was lying as her shaking fingers sent the message.

M: Oh, don’t be like that… Can’t wait to see you around the Palm Woods.

R: The Palm Woods? I’ve never heard of it

M: Still? Our producers talked at Rocktoberfest and yours said that's where you were staying. How did you trick Gustavo Rocque into signing you and your wannabe friends?

R: Lose my number, Mag. I’m really not in the mood for this

M: All I did was compliment you on the set!

R: Lose. My. Number.

M: Whatever, Roxy. Seems like Hollywood has changed you too much for my liking anyway.

R: It’s Roxanne. Only my friends call me Roxy

M: Roxanne, Roxanne, Roxanne… Catch you later Roxanne!

As always, thanks for reading! <3 I'm so excited to share "season" two with y'all :)

#thats all she wrote fic #big time rush #btr #james diamond #james maslow #kendall knight #kendall schmidt #logan mitchell #logan henderson #carlos garcia #carlos penavega

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thathusenfulhu · 10 months

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a whole larb-a luvvin @ som tam thai

i booked a table for four before i went to som tam thai, that small thai restaurant deep in maafannu. i'm with a small group of friends - moosaalhu, his brother mohodhay, and my acquaintance naseembe. 'moosaalhu says you're giving us a treat,' says naseembe grinning, and taking the seat next to mine. 'did he now?' i respond. naseembe keeps grinning, his small teeth yellowed by the light of the restaurant, and with half his head in a grey beanie, he is a very peculiar sight. the owner of the restaurant, an older man, waits by our table smiling as we debate what to order. finally, we agree on a tom yum goong for the table, pandan chicken for the boys, larb for moosaalhu. and some beef red curry and jasmine rice for me. then naseembe looks at me and says: why are you wearing yellow, anni has left the party. before i can think of anything he adds: i'm sick of all these elderly people running the country. i want a revolution. 'a revolution,' i repeat. 'you heard me,' he grins. 'i want something big, something that'll scare the shit out of us.' 'yes,' says moosaalhu in his thinking-man's voice. 'actually, yes. we need someone to shake up the system again.' 'now, what if it turns out we just want to be where we are?' says mohodhay. 'what if we're just fantasising like an old couple who'd really rather have things remain the same?' 'i know i'm fed up with things,' says naseembe animatedly. 'aren't you? we've got a bunch of boomers and gen-x'ers representing us. they don't know us. they don't know SHIT.' 'maybe we should form a party,' says moosaalhu. 'hell yes,' says naseembe. the food arrives, and we set aside the politics and slurp up the soup, not much different from thai wok where you'd pay twice as much and for less. the prawns are fat and curled in on themselves. very good. the red curry, which is just for me, is thick, spiced medium and they are generous with the meat. naseembe scoops some up with his spoon, chews, and begins to nod appreciatively. later, i ask for the bill. it cost us just over 700 rufiyaa. 'well,' i say, calculating my share of the bill. 'you guys need to pay 480.' 'what?' barks moosaalhu grabbing the bill from me. he begins to calculate fiercely and says: no, YOU need to pay 350, we're paying the rest.' 'that's bullshit,' i cry. 'i just need to pay 250, not a laari more.' 'give me the bill,' says naseembe. 'i got 99 in maths.' he begins to calculate on my phone but for some reason, gets an outlandish sum. 'it's your stupid phone,' he says. 'i'm going to do it on my iphone.' ‘could you please keep it down, please?’ says the owner. at the end of his tether, mohodhay says: just divide the whole thing by four and pay up. when we step outside, mohodhay lights up a cigarette and shakes his head. 'we almost killed each other at our party's inaugural meeting,' he says. 'maybe we should give our politicians some credit and resign ourselves to doing stuff we're actually some good at.' 'huh,' i say. when it's just me and moosaalhu things run pretty smoothly but when the group gets bigger...hmm. maybe it's some law of large numbers.

#som tam thai #thai food

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awkwardbakugou · 4 years

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his mouth makes me uncomfortable O~o

#boi got som big teeths #smile more katsuki #katsuki #bakuhoe #mha bakugou #bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakubabe #bakubro #bakusquad #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugō #mha #bnha #awk baku #awkward bakugou #awkwardbakugou #my katsukun

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vawianwynn · 3 years

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Whumptober Day 5

I’ve Got Red In My Ledger betrayal | misunderstanding | broken nose

Characters: Ran, Howl Word Count: 1,885 TW: VERY explicit language and moderate sexual themes

Look, I just wanted to do the broken nose thing, I spent all day doing errands so I had to rush this last minute, it’s very half assed, and somehow still my longest entry by far. Take it and go.

Traversing a path through the crowd of patrons was a formidable task, but Ran was experienced enough to make the trek with relative ease. The inn was bustling, but he'd done this song and dance many times before, not spilling a single drop of the drinks he was ferrying back to his companion.

A simple ale for him, a Skull Shocker for Howl. The drink looked absolutely abhorrent, and he was pretty sure that was the smell of formaldehyde assaulting his nasal cavities, but his Death Knight insisted it was the only thing that could get him, quote, "fucking obliterated".

He would NOT be getting "obliterated" tonight on Ran's strict insistence, this was a simple night out for the both of them. Howl had been on an absolute rampage out on the battlefields lately and, as the one in charge of him, Ran had dictated he needed to cool off and reintegrate with society.

Smile, nod, 'excuse me'. He was more than halfway across the crowd when he heard the tell-tale signs of a tavern dispute.

"Fucking scourge scum! Think you can do whatever you want!"

He briefly contemplated the possibility, though prayed to the Light that it wasn't the case, that the uppity scourge in question might be his jackass Death Knight.

"You can fuck right off with that big ugly hole in your face!"

It was almost definitely his jackass Death Knight.

He pushed through the gathered crowd a little more aggressively, breaching the wall of people just in time to hear the familiar voice ring out.

"Yeah? If you've got a problem with it, then why don't you come here and fucking fill it for me, huh?"

Howl raised both of his hands to proudly point at his empty eye socket, the most utterly insufferable expression on his face. He proceeded to compliment the indecent display with an open-mouthed grin, allowing his disturbingly long tongue to hang out between his large pointed teeth in a fashion more lewd than taunting.

The one aggrieving him, a clean-cut fashionably dressed man, recoiled at the disturbing implication.

"J-Just what are you on about!?"

"I'm telling you to skullfuck me, you fucking idiot. What, you a little lacking in the men's department? That why you feel the need to start fights with big scary Death Knights in a bar in fuckin' Dalaran?" Howl's eye half-lidded as he smugly smirked, one of the corners of his mouth raising to keep his formidable teeth on full display.

Ran's eyebrows knitted together at the words coming out of the Death Knight's mouth, disappointed but not surprised. He firmly put the two glasses down on the nearest table, forceful enough for some of the liquid to slosh over the side.

"What's going on here?" he sighed, the presence of a proper paladin hushing the commotion and parting the crowd enough to accommodate him into the scene.

"I was just trying to have a proper night out and this THING had the audacity to knock into me! Spilled my drink all over me and he just SMIRKED," the man fumed, glaring daggers at Howl who looked utterly unapologetic.

Ran's eyebrow raised. Howl had done some abrasive shit before, things deserving an aggressive reaction and then some. But as far as things tended to go with him, this transgression was less than mild.

"That's what you're upset about?" Ran questioned, attempting to sound polite but feeling the urge to roll his eyes fill him.

"Disgusting scourge should act with respect to their betters! I can't even REPEAT the things he's said to me since I confronted him! This- This ABOMINATION needs to learn his fucking place!" the man pointed a shaking finger in Howl's direction, his whole body trembling with rage.

"Thaaat's right. I've been a naughty naughty boy. I need some discipline, don't I? I'll make it up to you, even. Any hole you want, I've got just as many as any woman so no need for semantics. Hell, I can make some more if you're feeling adventurous." Howl leaned over a bit, having been towering over him with 7'5" of impure, unfiltered, undead bastard.

Ran's shoulder's slacked, already exhausted with this exchange. He knew Howl's mannerisms enough to know what was going on here. The Death Knight, aggressive in everything that he did, reacted in one of two ways to casual conflict; violence or intimidation through sexual vulgarity.

Light help him, Ran was grateful it was the latter this time.

The man had seemed to take exception to that, speechless to the point of visibly fuming with a mixture of anger and disgust. Fair enough, not often did people hear the kind of filth spilling out of Howl's mouth.

Ran took this as an opportunity to start talking his Death Knight down, walking up to him and placing a hand on his forearm.

"I asked you to TRY and not misbehave this time," he sighed, giving him a look of disappointment. "I know you're riled up but could you please give this... gentleman an apology so we can all get on with our night?"

Howl hissed outwardly through his teeth with a 'pssshhht'. "Like fuck I will," he turned and squinted directly in the man's direction, "I'm a disgusting scourge, remember? I'm just terrible, aren't I?" he let out a sigh, almost a whine really. "Isn't it a shame? What EVER will you do with me?" he made a face of mock remorse.

"I can think of several things that wouldn't even BEGIN to make up for your unnatural existence! The Kingdoms would benefit gratefully from executing your lot in the most excruciating ways possible!" the man was practically frothing with the burning rage of someone offended not only by this exchange but a seemingly general disdain for the undead as well. Ran knew the type, as a Paladin, he'd seen more than enough people that were still opposed to the amnesty of the Death Knights.

Howl spread his arms enthusiastically in response. "And you'd be right! Get creative why don't you!" His unnaturally wide grin returned before turning into an insufferable sneer, leaning forward and placing his hands on his abdomen. "Sorry I don't have any guts to spill for your viewing pleasure, you fucking degenerate," he uttered in the most venomous tone a Death Knight could muster.

That was ultimately the best opportunity the man could have been presented, everything that followed happening so fast Ran couldn't have even attempted to intervene.

All he perceived was the sound of an impact and loud CRACK, followed by a gush of dark blood spraying through the air. All trailing back to Howl's face, his head knocked back by the fist that had collided directly with it.

The crowd gasped. A bar fight was a bar fight, but what could even be expected from someone punching a Death Knight square in the face?

The man didn't seem to consider the repercussions of such an act, merely shaking with heaving breaths of rage. Ran was prepared though, his head sharply turning to see how Howl reacted, more than ready to break out the light chains.

Howl's head remained leaned back for as many seconds as it took him to suck in a sharp intake of breath. "OHHHHHHH baby, that's the shit daddy likes," he swung his head forward to its original position, blood pouring down from his nostrils to stain his exposed teeth.

The horror began to sink in at the Death Knight's words, and then at the motion he made to tilt his head to the side.

"Oh shit," he let out a quick laugh, an unhinged and ugly sound, "Fuck me, you hit me so hard I busted some sutures." he reached up to touch a couple of broken stitches seemingly holding his partially decapitated head onto his body.

That was enough to hold everyone's awareness for a moment but more so was everyone's attention, Ran's and the man's included, drawn to the sight of his grievously broken nose, the bones and cartilage absolutely mangled.

Howl's eye swiveled inward, had he had both of them they would have been crossed. He reached up to touch the torn and bloody carnage, and as his fingers made contact did his lower eyelid twitch.

"Oh fuck," he breathed out, barely more than a whisper.

The man had come down from his rage-fueled adrenaline, the concept of having punched a Death Knight suddenly sinking in. He was frozen, like prey trapped in the gaze of a predator. He was sweating profusely now and was awaiting the reaction along with the rest of the hushed crowd.

Howl's eyebrows furrowed and he let out a heavy breath. And then another. And then one more. The Death Knight was panting, baring his teeth in an aberrant grimace as his thumb moved up the displaced bridge of his mangled nose. There was a sudden CRACK, similar to the first but this time turning the stomachs of all that were watching.

As the bones snapped back into place, Howl's throat muffled a gruff hum that turned into several broken ones. He took a deep breath.

Then whined in the same pitiful way Ran had heard countless times.

"Oh fuck ME, I think I just came a little bit," he sighed suggestively as his knees buckled only by the tiniest margin. His eyelid fluttered closed, unable to see the look of general disgust on the faces of the patrons that had been watching.

Ran sighed and shook his head as the man sputtered, unable to wrap his mind around what was happening.

Howl's eye opened after a moment, his head lolling to the side to fix his half-lidded gaze on him. The man jumped.

"I needed that SO fucking bad. Thank you, you can go now, I don't give a shit," his voice was the essence of weary satisfaction.

The man began to speak up before Ran put an arm in front of him.

"He's giving you the chance to walk away, sir. I'd recommend you take it," he punctuated the polite suggestion with a nod.

The man, still trembling, merely nodded back and turned, quickly pushing his way through the crowd. Towards the exit, Ran would imagine.

"Alright, nothing to see here. Everyone go about your business," Ran began to wave away all the murmuring patrons who were still lingering about.

Eventually, they all dispersed and the only attention on Howl was that of his Paladin.

Howl was blinking slowly, basking in the afterglow of his pain. Absolute satisfaction incarnate.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself enough. I warned you about getting into trouble," Ran looked up at him, his arms crossed firmly.

"Couldn't... help it... Easy target..." the Death Knight muttered, seemingly spent from his shock high.

"You just can't control yourself, can you? What am I gonna do with you?" Ran sighed, shaking his head.

"Whatever you want...." Howl swayed, his eye widening for a second before half-lidding again as he caught himself.

"Always. Anyway, I think you've had enough fun for one night so don't expect me to be particularly generous for the rest of the evening. You'll be lucky if you get anything tomorrow either." Ran turned away from him to get back to his drink, not seeing Howl's expression as he groaned in disappointment.

"Ffffffffine...."

#/writes #fics #og cont #world of warcraft #ran #howl #whumptober #whumptober2021

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Sneak Peak at sub!Lambert....

A/N: This is just a little something from the fic I’m working on (which still doesnt’ have a name) :)

Warnings: The story is still being written so not all of the warnings are available right now, but I these are the warnings that apply to this little piece.... light spanking/discipline, som/sub dynamics, sub!Lambert, dom!reader, dirty talk, handjob, light biting,

Also just a little side note, I am new to writing this sort of thing so please be gentle with me! If there is anything I’ve missed in the tags for this part, please please let me know! Thank you guys for your support!!

“You know, you’re so much fun to mess with. You’re so easily wound up.”

“Fuck you.”

You smacked the inside of his thigh again, this time a little harder. He whined, throwing his head back against the pillows.

“Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, Lambert?”

He gave you no answer, fingers curling tightly around the ropes as you began to work your hand up and down his length.

“The quicker you behave for me, love, the sooner you get what you want.”

You moved to lay next to him on your side. With his arms being bound above his head, this gave you the perfect opportunity to kiss him where you wanted.

You hand tightened around his cock, making him grunt, and then you began to move your hand up and down his thick girth.

Your lips found his chest just a few inches away from his nipple. You left a trail of lazy kisses across his scarred chest, lingering on a large, twisted scar just beneath his left pec. As much as you wanted to spend time kissing the marks you knew he hated, you also knew that he wouldn’t like it. Now wasn’t the time for that.

Your tongue swiped across his nipple, a proud grin forming on your lips as he shuddered and the bud hardened.

“Oh, fuck.” He cursed softly.

His cock was leaking, weeping, begging for release. The thick vein on the underside of his length pulsed in your hand. You squeezed him a little, making him jerk and push his hips into the air.

“I hope you know I’m not going to give you what you want until you beg.” You whispered, eyes flickering up to his face. You admired the thin layer of sweat that glistened across his forehead and the way his jaw ticked as he gritted his teeth together.

“Then we’re in for one hell of a night.” He spoke through clenched teeth. He wasn’t going to give in easily. That would be boring. The night would be over too soon. He wanted to see just exactly what your little dirty mind had waiting for him, and he was prepared to toy with his boundaries.

You chuckled softly, brushing your thumb over his slit. He hissed, eyes squeezing shut, and he tossed his head back. Your teeth found the side of his neck, biting down carefully on his pulse.

“Oh, fuck!” His hips bucked up once more.

“I know you can hold out until you are ready to come, but I also know that you are extremely sensitive when it comes to having someone mess with your big cock. Isn’t that right?” Your teeth traced the shell of his ear. “Once I pull two or three orgasms from you, you’ll be putty in my hands.”

He said nothing, though you saw the way his eyes darted over to you.

“What do you think?” You kissed his chest, your fist tightening around the mushroomed head of his cock. He jolted, sucking in air sharply through his teeth. “How many times can I make you come before you turn into a needy little whore?”

“Gods damn it.” He cursed, letting his head fall back on to the pillows.

You looked down at his cock, admiring how red it was and how much it was leaking.

You moved your hand up and down his length, making sure to tighten your grip when you got to the head and swipe your thumb over the very tip. Your mouth worked against his neck, alternating between sucking, biting, and kissing.

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna come!”

“Already?” You teased, grinning mischievously against his neck.

#sub!lambert #lambert smut #sneak peak #queenxxxsupreme #i dont have a title for this yet #gotta figure that out

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monstermayi · 5 years

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F!Reader & Shadow Creature (NSFW)

NSFW I had in my head and decided to write. Be kind, first time doing this and I don’t write smut too often.

Moving out of your parents place had been a big step. It was the first time you had ever really been away from them; even during college you were only a few minutes drive from their house. That had partly been the reason you were moving out into the country in the first place.

All your life it felt like you never had a space for yourself. An only child, your parents spent their every waking moment it seemed on you, checking up on you and constantly asking questions about your life. How was school going? Meet any cute boys? What are you going to do for a career? You loved your parents, and you wouldn’t want anything to change, but sometimes you just needed some alone time. You had that in college, but now that you’d graduated and where making a decent living for yourself there was nowhere you could go that was just yours. Until now.

You had been planning on moving out for months. You had found a nice little place on a small plot of land that was surprisingly cheap, and almost jumped at the opportunity to purchase it. Your mother, though, warned you against buying it. She said that it was too cheap, there had to be something wrong with it. There had to be a catch. You both had taken a trip up to see it for yourselves, and having not found anything wrong with it except a few moth balls and lint in the empty rooms, she relented. The little cottage was yours, and you couldn’t wait to finally get away.

Moving had been fairly easy. The only thing that caused an issue was your bed, but afterwards things went smoothly. You didn’t have much, most of your money spent on buying and cleaning up the place, so there wasn’t much furniture. But it was yours, and your parents helped pitch in enough that soon you even had a couch and coffee table. Everything else like a dining table and chairs, extra seating, and a stand for your tv would come later. Most of the furniture you had was already in your bedroom.

You had been in the house a week before you started noticing things were... off, in the house. Cold spots in certain places in the rooms that seemed to move from corner to corner. Footsteps in other rooms. You chalked it up to the place being old. Old houses were drafty and always settling. There was nothing wrong with your house. But then more odd things started to take place. Your keys disappearing whenever you planned on leaving the house, and reappearing in completely different locations from where you put them. You thought, maybe you were just forgetting where you set them down? Then pieces of clothing would go missing even when you had just laid them out. The sweater you were going to put on after your shower? Gone, as if it fell through some portal into another dimension, never to be seen again. When your underwear started to disappear was when you got mad. Whatever was happening, be it a spirit or ghost or your own subconscious or whatever, it was fucking with you and this was the last straw. From then on you started actively trying to find the source. Any footsteps you heard resulted in you storming into whatever room they were in and almost tearing up the place trying to catch whatever it was in the act. Any missing clothes were searched for till you were red in the face. Sometimes, if you were quick enough, you’d catch a glimpse of something, but it was always too fast to see. Like a shadow just leaving. You could never tell if what you saw was real or not.

After about a month of this you gave up. You relaxed out in your living room on the couch and announced, whether for your own benefit or for whatever was in your house, that you were done trying to find it. For some inexplicable reason you suddenly felt disappointed after saying it. Maybe because you were giving up the chase? You had to admit, after a time, it had kind of been fun. Like you and the unseen entity in the house were playing a game of sorts, and now you were quitting without seeing who would win in the end.

Laying there you started to get drowsy, and quickly fell into a doze, the breeze coming in softly through your front screen door relaxing you. You lost track of time, and when you did wake it was slowly, and to a strange massaging on your head. It felt like someone was petting your hair. You figured your mother had stopped by for a visit and relaxed into the petting, humming contentedly. The hand jerked to stop, but when you did nothing more it tentatively began again, playing with the strands of your hair.

It had been some time since she had done this for you, and it always put you at ease. The head massage was just what you needed after the stress of trying to figure out what was going on inside your house. After a few minutes you felt kisses on your hair, and forehead. Not usually something your mother did when she rubbed your head but she probably just missed her only baby, so you let it slide. Then the kisses started to move down, onto your cheeks, and you noticed the lips were much colder than they should be. That, and there was an unmistakable scrape of teeth in them, much sharper than normal human teeth. This was not your mother. What the fuck was this?

Your eyes flew open and you froze, staring upside down at the thing kissing you. At first you thought it had gotten dark and you had slept longer than you intended, but the darkness you were looking at was moving, almost shifting within itself like smoke. You could see a kind of shape, humanoid in the loosest of ways, but no distinguishing features. It hadn’t noticed you were staring at it yet, continuing to kiss down your cheek and to you jaw, teeth and possibly a tongue flicking out to nibble and taste as it went. You didn’t want to admit it but it felt good. Really good. It had been a while since you had been close to anyone, and with everything that had been going on the past few months, even taking time out of your day to take care of yourself had escaped you. Whenever you tried to please yourself in the past you had to stop, feeling like someone had been watching. And living out alone in the country with no neighbors close by put a new kind of fear in you, one you could handle, but still. Now you had a pretty good idea of who, or rather what, had been watching.

You felt paralyzed, half from fear and half from curiosity. How far would this thing go till it noticed you were awake? It’s mouth had reached your neck, and was busy sucking on certain parts that made your toes curl in your socks. You had to bite down on your tongue to keep from saying anything. So distracted by what it’s mouth was doing you didn’t realize till it was too late that it’s hands had reached forward and were now playing with your breasts, taloned fingers circling your nipples. That got a cry from you, the unexpected sensations taking over. The shadow creature stilled immediately, and you saw two yellow glowing eyes lift from your neck and look at you. It had no other facial features except a tongue that was slowly retreating back into its mouth, where you could see black teeth gleaming at you. It seemed tense, like it was about to bolt, and for whatever insane reason, you didn’t want that. Whatever it was hadn’t harmed you, and didn’t seem intent to. The worst it had done was steal some of your clothes, and at the rate your body was heating up, you hoped it would continue that on you. Throwing caution, and probably your sanity, out the window, you slide your hands over its, and squeezed them around your breasts, hoping it got the message that you wanted it to continue.

If faceless shadow creatures could look surprised this one certainly did, eyes seeming to flicker from you to your hands and back, as if making sure this was what you wanted. You nodded the slightest bit, taking a deep breath when it squeezed of it own volition. Taking your accompanying sigh as a green light, it lowered its face back to your neck and started licking and sucking again as its hands continued to tease your nipples. This time around you didn’t bother to stop the noises coming out of you, and neither did it. You could now hear little pleased grunts and growls coming from where its throat seemed to be. You could feel yourself getting wet, needing to clench your legs together to get some kind of pressure where you needed it. The creature continued to play with your breasts, never doing more than giving the softest tweaks and circling to your nipples, the little nubs harder than you’ve ever felt them. It was strange too, as it seemed like the creature could touch you through your clothes, not needing to take them off to torment you. God, what you’d give for it to just pinch or rub over them. The teasing was killing you.

As if reaching your mind, you felt cool fingers rub over the tips of your nipples and your back arched up off the couch, the pleasure of the sudden action seeming to shoot straight to your clit. The creature rubbed and pinched and played with them as you cried out, writhing in its hold. Its mouth soon joined, tongue swirling around the bud of one breast and switching to the other while you moaned below it. While it had you preoccupied, you felt something slither down your body to your jeans, like a cool tentacle, you couldn’t be sure, and start to tease at the top of you mound. You parted you legs, one foot falling to the floor, and were rewarded with it sliding down and curling around your clit. The scream you let out would have alerted the neighbors if you had any, but for what it was worth, the entity above you seemed immensely pleased. The tentacle started rhythmically massaging and rolling your clit in its hold, gently at first then gaining in speed and pressure, making your body twitch from the onslaught. It felt like nothing you had ever felt before. You had had past lovers go down on you, and while some of them had been quite skilled, nothing ever felt like this. This was something else. You could feel the hood of your clit being coaxed up and almost fainted when you felt it swirling around your exposed clit like it was on a mission. It was almost scary how quickly your orgasm was approaching. Only now it seemed to be in the mood to play with you longer, like it wanted to keep you in this state.

You could feel the orgasm rising but it kept backing away just enough to edge you but not let you go over. Constantly it would tease and play with your clit and nipples till you thought finally you were going to cum only to back off at the last second. You begged every time, only to be denied over and over again. Finally, after edging you six times in a row, the entity moved down to where its head was down in front of your pussy, glowing yellow eyes staring up at you. The tentacle, now that you could see, was still there, and you could feel it teasing around the edges of your aching clit. You released frustrated plea to please just let you cum, and the entity lowered its mouth to you. Your jeans were ruined, never mind your underwear, but it touched you through them as if you weren’t wearing any at all. The first lick from the bottom to the top of your pussy had you squirming, and it had to hold you down as it started to eat you out in earnest. The tentacle rubbed and swirled around your clit while it’s tongue dipped inside and rubbed itself along your walls, it being long enough to find your g spot and torment it till you were sweating and screaming. You came faster and harder than you ever had in your life, every muscle seizing up as it rocked from your clit outward, the pleasure making your body feel like it was floating. The creature continued to eat you out and work you through the orgasm, continuing to do so through the over stimulation until you were cumming again, even harder, almost passing out at the feeling ripping through you.

After the second mind shattering orgasm the entity slowed and stopped, only occasionally giving little licks to your clit and watching your body twitch from it. You could barely move, legs shaking involuntarily as you tried to catch your breath. You had to push it away from you, the licking it was still giving becoming too much to bare. The creature purred and seemed to slithered up your body, stretching out like a cat and cuddling into your neck as it relaxed on top of you. There was enough weight that you could feel it but it was light, a comforting pressure instead of crushing considering it was much larger than you. You rubbed your hands over its back, feeling the vibrations as it purred more, and wondered at the texture of it. It was cold, though not freezing, and it was light feeling. Like passing your hand through mist. You lifted your hand and saw tiny wisps of inky blackness trail with it then rejoin into its body.

For a few minutes you laid there with the creature, occasionally speaking to it. It didn’t seem to have the ability to speak but it was clear it understood you. You asked it yes or no questions, finding out that way that the entity was genderless and liked being called “They” and “Them”, and had apparently lived in the house for a few years, the last occupants having gotten too spooked by their games to stay. They liked to play games like hiding objects and sometimes scaring people to keep from getting too bored. Never anything heinous, they didn’t want to hurt anyone, but they were lonely and that was the only way they could have fun. They had no friends or family that they knew of, seeming to have always existed. You were the first person that had not run away, and had in fact taken an interest in them. Even played with them!

From your line of questioning, they seemed to grow embarrassed, and admitted through a series of head nods and shakes that they had grown a kind of crush on you, admitting to hiding your keys to keep you at home longer, and taking your clothes to have some part of you with them when you were gone. The underwear incident came a little later, when they began to get more interested in you sexually. Humans were interesting, and you were interesting, and after the one night they watched you trying to masturbate they became infatuated with making you feel good. Which is what lead to what happened just a few minutes ago. They knew you were stressed, and didn’t want to stop playing with you, so they thought maybe playing with you might help. They apologized of course, knowing it was wrong to take things and touch you without permission, but they relaxed when you said you didn’t mind, and that they just needed to ask next time.

The words “next time” got them purring again, and nuzzling into you more. It was actually kind of cute, like a puppy or a kitten, and you pressed kisses to the top of where their head was and where you thought their mouth might be. It was hard to tell due to everything blending seamlessly into their body when not in use, but they helped you out and kissed you back, cool tongue slipping inside and rubbing against yours. You felt something start to rub against your pussy again and groaned, hips twitching when multiple wispy tentacles easily slipped through your lips and started teasing your entrance and clit. Head falling back, you watched them grin and tilt their head down to look at you as they began removing your clothes this time, never once letting up on your pussy as they undress you. Once you were completely naked, they leaned back and took their time just watching you as you clutched at them and the couch, writing from the building pleasure between your legs. They leaned back down and kissed you, and as your third and not even close to final orgasm of the night shook through you, you could tell things were going to get a more interesting in your house now.

You couldn’t wait!

#exophilia #monster x reader #god what is this #what have i done #shadow creature #shadow monster #my writing

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stoopsbookstore · 5 years

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Kinktober Day 14 (10/14/2019)

Kinks - Dacryphilia (Crying) & Hybristophilia (Fetish of knowing your partner just commited a crime a.k.a. Bonnie and Clyde)

"Did you hear about the possible theft happened in town?"

"No, but do you think it's the same hooded guy who's been all over the wanted posters?!"

"Oh my God, what if he tried attacking the princess?!"

"Is that why she's being locked in a tower?!"

"He killed that vanguard, maybe he's escalating to the princess!"

Rumors spread throughout the kingdom, not letting up for even a second. They said that the princess was attacked by a hooded man, or that she was pregnant by one of the butlers.

"Do you think it was Jaemin?"

"Hell no, he's too much of a child. Maybe it was Johnny, the stable boy."

"She does go to the garden a lot and he is always th-"

The gossip stopped as Y/N walked by the two slackers, Yuta and Jaemin in tow.

"Don't you think you should focus on cleaning the palace instead of whose cock I'm jumping on or if someone wants to slash my throat?"

The four servants were stunned at the mood changes in Y/N, she never had been this mean, even if she was scolding or busting them. It was like she had been possessed. The flowers in the garden wilted and were eventually taken over by weeds. The entire atmosphere of the palace felt drained. Y/N walked the halls like a ghost, floating through the corridors. Letters in her hands that she refused to let anyone even look at.

Yuta and Jaemin watched Y/N walk up the stairs to her temporary tower, the tall, winding spiral staircase hopefully a deterrent for any who try to attack. Yuta noticed one of the letters at the first step, picking up and reading the contents.

"Do you think he went after her?"

"No," Yuta looked at the younger male, patting his back in assurance, "he's a criminal, but Taeyong said something like he's chaotic good, he steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He wouldn't have attacked Y/N. Also, based on these letters, it seems like they have a relationship."

"Why do you think she's been so quiet then?"

"Broken heart?" Yuta shrugged before Chaeyeon came up, ripping the letter out of his hands.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with that letter?"

"It was on the ste-"

"It's meant for Princess Y/N and no one else," Chaeyeon barked at Yuta, her eyes with a glint of annoyance, walking up the stairs to deliver the note.

"So you know about the boy on the wanted poster?" Chaeyeon stopped as the younger male bared his teeth, "do you know him?!"

"I could ask you little shits the same question," Chaeyeon bit back, "now if you excuse me, I need to deliv-"

"Get back to work, you three."

Shindong, the head butler yelled at the trio at the base of the tower, breaking up the impromptu meeting. Yuta and Jaemin kept their heads down while Chaeyeon walked up the staircase to the princess.

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In the tower, Y/N didn't do much except read or sleep, hours upon hours of nothing. Night had begun, the sun going down in the sky causing a glow in the room that comforted the princess, the sky a golden bronze turning into a deep void.

Y/N walked over to the desk pushed up against the wall, the wanted poster and a familiar face. Tears begun swelling up, falling onto the parchment, causing it to shiver up even more.

A knocking on the floot entrance made Y/N jump back.

"Y/N, it's Yuta! We only have a few minutes until someone checks in on you, open up!"

Y/N bent down and reached for the handle of the hatch, opening it only for three boys scattering in the small space.

"Have you been cryi-"

Jaemin was cut off by Doyoung's cloak engulfing Y/N, the girl audibly sobbing as the criminal swayed back and forth, comforting the princess.

"What happened?" Y/N asked Doyoung, her voice weak and breaking as she noticed the blood on his neck.

"I'll tell you all about it, I just needed to see you," Doyoung brushed his thumbs over Y/N's cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Yuta, Jaemin, what's going on?" Y/N broke out of her lover's hold to scold the two servants, the duo looking around for any sort of answers.

"Your highness, please don't be mad."

"We've been helping him," Jaemin's confession spilled out of his lips like a waterfall, Yuta contorting his body in discomfort as he tried to hide himself, "we've been taking some jewelry and goods so he can give them to his friends. We helped him come in through the kitchen every night. He's a good guy, we prom-"

"I know he's a good guy, Jaemin," Y/N's eyes red and cheeks itchy from the tears, "I just didn't realize you've been helping him."

"Are we in trouble?" Yuta looked up from the floor, his eyes pleading for forgiveness, but there was no need to plead.

"Go get bandages and antiseptic," Y/N lifted the hatch once more, "be quiet and careful, don't let anyone know what's going on."

Yuta and Jaemin hurried down the stairs, the opening now closed as Y/N went back to hugging the hooded figure. Doyoung's arms squeezed Y/N's waist, trying to bring the girl impossibly close to him.

"I've been worried about you, Yuta told me they put you in a tower because of me," Doyoung walked the pair out to the small bed, just barely big enough for the two, "I never wanted to hurt you."

"Did you really kill that man?" Y/N was straddling Doyoung's lap, her arms around his neck, her nightgown bunching up, "Doyoung, please tell me the truth."

Doyoung tilted Y/N's chin up, their eyes meeting each other, "do you want the truth?"

Y/N bit her lip, scared to know the answer, but wanting the truth.

Running her hands through his hair, he was debating on what to tell the girl in his lap. He was panicking, the room now only lit by a few candles on the walls, Y/N looking more ethereal. Doyoung didn't realize his mouth had opened until Y/N gasped.

"Yes."

Y/N stood up, half in shock, half in acknowledgement, her eyes growing glossy again.

"Y/N, it was self-defense," Doyoung mimicked her actions, standing up, tears falling on his cheek, "I didn't want to, but he attacked som-"

"Chaeyeon."

"She told you?"

"Who do you think has been bringing me the letters?" Y/N let out a breath of relief, "she told me about that night, I pieced it together when I saw the posters going up. I thought the worst."

Doyoung walked up to Y/N, kissing her in a moment of passion, "I don't ever want you to think the worst of me. I promise I only do good when I'm being bad."

Y/N smiled through the tears, Doyoung standing in front of her in comfortable silence. She pulled off her nightgown to reveal her body, only panties covering her. Doyoung took off his cloak, new wounds covering his arms, her hands tracing over each one.

"I know I'm not the prince you thought you would be in love," Doyoung helped Y/N to the bed, moving papers and books out of the way, Y/N sitting on the wood as Doyoung began kissing her body, "but I promise I will be the best man I can be, god you're so beautiful."

Y/N responded to Doyoung's touches with whines and moans, his praises felt sll throughout her body. Y/N kept her head on Doyoung's chest, her hands scratching down his back as his fingers began to play in her panties. Doyoung instantly started working on Y/N's clit, his other hand on her back, holding Y/N close to him, her tears still flowing.

"Don't cry, I'm here for you," Doyoung pulled his hand away from Y/N, "come on, not on a desk."

Y/N hopped off the desk, following Doyoung as he gently laid her down on the mattress, kissing and loving her body.

"You just killed someone," Y/N's voice cracked.

"To protect another," Doyoung kissed up Y/N's stomach to her neck, snuggling into the flesh, "I don't do anything horrible."

"You're a wanted criminal," Y/N pulled on Doyoung's hair, a growl coming out of his throat.

"Who you're in bed with," Doyoung pulled down Y/N's panties, throwing them aside, burying his face into Y/N's slit as he began to eat her out.

"Doyoung," Y/N's body was drained from all the crying, everything already sensitive, "I don't wa-want you t-"

"You want me to stop?" Doyoung halted his actions, confused, "I thou-"

"Just make love to me please," Y/N's voice cracked again, Doyoung untying the lace on his pants and chucking them to meet Y/N's discarded panties.

Doyoung pumped himself, rubbing his cock up and down in Y/N's essence. He pushed into her, bottoming out as he pulled her closer to him. His thrusts began almost immediately, Y/N keeping her mouth shut so they won't get caught, her hands on his lower back.

"My princess, I never want to see you crying again," the passion in the crimnial's thrusts meeting Y/N's hips in beat with the starting rain, "I want to see you happy forever, I want you to be mine forever. God, I wish I could fill you up without the kingdom knowing."

Y/N let out a ecstatic moan, Doyoung's dirty talk bringing her closer and closer to the edge she was ready to jump off of.

"Having children with you would be the best thing, they would have an amazing life," Doyoung felt Y/N clenching around him, "just a little bit more, princess."

Y/N felt her legs shake as Doyoung moved his hand to her clit, rubbing at the same pace of his hips.

Y/N came with a silent moan, her eyes shutting tight as she felt Doyoung's semen leak out of her, the liquid feeling warm on her thighs.

"You're so perfect," Doyoung kissed her forehead, pulling out, but holding Y/N in a calm aura, the only noise coming from the downpour that suddenly emerged outside.

Y/N got herself out of Doyoung's grasp, laying down and wrapping herself in the blanket. Doyoung uncovered her for a second, grabbing her discarded night gown to wipe her down. Y/N's eyes started to flutter shut, Doyoung kissing her cheek before spotting the wanted poster.

'Fuck, I have to go,' he wanted to say, he really did, but with the entire kingdom looking for him, he couldn't risk himself and potentially Y/N for his own selfish wants.

As Doyoung was about to leave, his wrist was held by Y/N's hand, her body covered by the blanket, her eyes tired from the roller coaster of emotions.

"Stay, please."

Doyoung grabbed his cloak, placing it over Y/N's shoulder before crawling into bed with her.

"For tonight and forever."

#doyoung #kim doyoung #nct #nct 127 #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct au #robin hood!doyoung #my writings

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chromium7sky · 5 years

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The Legend of Gotham| Damirae| Batling| One shot (definitely)

A/n: got inspired by M. Night shyamalan movie call unbreakable. Totally different perspective view and drama superhero. I like it! 😆😆 anyway enjoy! Also dedicated to @dastrigon For drawing me bat damian and commander Lenore. Thank you! 😆😆

Casimir has been a while went to private pre-school, although his father, a billionaire, a philantrophist and also founder of animal shelter in Gotham, prefer him to be home school, his mother insist so that he could learn to socialize.

"Let him learn how to talk to people. " his mother gives out warm smile as she caress her son's cheek.

"Don't pampered him too much, love."

Casimir knew his father actually love him, despite with the serious and stern voice. It radiates from him. Like a wave.

It may sounds a bit crazy but he always felt different. Different from the other kids.

Everytime he sit on his table, he could feel different types of feelings that fill the room but none of them contain sadness, or sick like he always feel at night in his bedroom. Some are from the visitor who float through the walls.

He thought it was normal for a kid to experience that but then, the popular kid along with his friends gives out weird name to address him, like Carpet and the worst nickname he got is Freak kid.

He didn't talk to his parents about the mistreat, he just wants to stay away from drama. Whenever he goes, as soon as he almost meet the popular kid he just vanish and went to another place in his pre school compound, unknowingly. He just shrugged it off as soon as he walk away.

Until on that mid winter, all the kids were in the classroom stayed in the room to feel the warm heater. Casimir where resting his head on his table, felt asleep lulled by the warmth in the room, in a sudden, the front main door knock by a group of men trying to get shelter from the blizzard outside all the student aware about it. One of their home teacher, Ms. Frey went to the door and open it.

It happens so fast. Ms. Frey lying on the floor in a pool of blood. The student who witness the event, panic and quickly lock the door of their room. The men were smirked as the other two close the main door then barricade with lockers that was in the hallway.

Casimir who saw what happen through the small window nearby, shivered. As soon as the men are about to ramped their classroom door, suddenly Casimir jolted and almost thrown the table away from him.

All of his classmate have their eyes on him while he was shivered as if the cold outside hit him, he mumbled about danger is coming. What did he see back then? A dream? But he felt it so real.

He see Ms. Frey in their classroom writing on the board about the books project where they need to read. Casimir has no problem about that since Wayne manor has tons of books. He might read it fast but not as fast as Uncle Wally.

Suddenly he felt sick, like what he felt in the bedroom every night when he confront with the people who walk through the walls but this time, its much worst. Much darker and almost suffocating him.

He walk slowly towards Ms.Frey saying he feel ill. Ms.Frey, smiled give a pat on his head and lead him outside the classroom.

"Billy, you're in charge of the class. I don't want to see any trouble when I'm gone. " Ms.Frey gives out orders.

"Look, the freak is a woosie. Hahaha." Cas could hear the popular kid laughing at the back of the class.

"Come on Casimir, let us go to the nurse office. " as Ms. Frey hold his hand and leading him towards their destination.

As soon as they reaches the room, Ms. Frey put him on the patient bed, checking his body temperature, his tongue and eyes color. His body burn up a bit, so she take out a gel cooler from the drawer and put it on his forehead. "I hope this will cool you down."

Casimir noded and lie on the patient bed.

"Ms.Lucy will come in after she's having her lunch break. Get rest alright, sweetie? " Ms. Frey smiled as she tuck him in with blankets.

As she close the nurse office door, he heard the knock. The same knock he heard in that DREAM.

Cas eyes went agape and quickly to the door. Lucky the door has small window behind the blinds. He took a peek to see what's going on.

It was the same MEN. Cas almost screamed but he close his mouth. He wanted to save Ms. Frey, preventing her from opening the door but it seems things happen like in his dream or vision. She's already on the floor in a pool of blood.

The little boy cried. He then, quickly locked the door and dashed towards the nurse desk as those evil men busy themselves barricade the main door with the lockers.

He found a landline phone and quickly call his home.

"Hello?"

"M.. mommy?? "

"Casimir? What's the matter? Are you okay?

"Mommy, tell Daddy send help... Som-" the line were cut due to the snow storm getting worst.

Casimir were totally speechless. His lifeline has been cut and he could hear the evil men try to broke down the door.

Casimir then try to distract them as he unlocked the door and expose himself. Those ruthless men, turn their attention to him.

"Try to get me, you jerk! "

"Is that Wayne's kid?"

"Oi, don't let him escape! "

"Let who escape?"

A familiar voice he heard from behind.

The men at first look intimidated but then they took out their knife and hand guns.

Casimir almost caught out of breath but he felt a soft hand wrap his shoulder. When he turn looked up, it was his mother, Rachel!

"Mom, how did you-"

"Stand back, Cas. " Rachel pulled her son behind her.

"Mommy, no! They are dangerous!!" Cas screamed as he was afraid those men might hurt her like they hurt Ms.Frey.

Two guys at the back held their guns toward her.

"Noooo!!! " Cas were dreaded.

But he didnt heard the gunfire as the gun were unravel, like jigsaw puzzle on the floor.

The gunners petrified with the unexpected event. The leader seems pissed, took a step forward, assault the woman.

Rachel push his son aside as she locked the armed man by his elbow and throw him over her shoulder.

Two man come to her at once as she swipe kick to the left side and sidekick on the right side.

The down man with knife manage to grab her ankle but she slammed her elbow along with her weight on that man's face which she manage to knock him out a couple of teeth.

As the gunners pull out their tactic blades, Casimir tried to warn his mother. But it seems both of them frozed as they heard the loud thud behind them.

Never in his life, Casimir would see a dark figure stood tall behind the bad guys. With horn-like head, is that the devil? Wait, he looks familiar.

"Batman? " his mother muttered under breath as she sit up.

Batman! The legend of gotham he heard when he was a baby. He taught it was a ghost tale when his mother told him but now the legend come to save him, save them.

He felt some unusual wave from his mother, like affection some sort like the way he felt when his mother with his father. Wait, his mother love batman?! But how about his father?!

The dark knight beating the bad guys like the bat flapped their wings sending them fly away. In a blink of an eye, all the bad guys where lying and groaning in pain. Some of them unconcious.

"Woah... " Casimir were astonished with dark hero's skill.

Rachel got up and walk towards Batman.

Casimir quickly hold her hand. " Mom, no! He might be dangerous! " his eyes shows his fear. Rachel smiled then kiss his forehead and she went to the dark knight.

He felt dark wave around the dark knight almost covered the big man himself.

However, as soon as his mother came to him the dark wave begin to dissipated, the warm aura from his mother seems to connect with the Dark Knight. What is happening?

"You were reckless. " Batman muttered as he inspected Rachel's body.

"I was worried about my son." she slapped playfully on his bat logo. Then, she stole a kiss from him.

"Mommy!! "

Both Rachel and Dark Knight look at the confused boy.

"Why... How about Dad?! " Casimir was confused.

"Beloved, I think we need to explain this to Casimir. " Batman went to the little boy.

"Wait, how to you know my name? " Cas stuttered as the dark hero put a pat on his back, then Cas felt familiar with his aura.

"D-dad? "

The vigilante smiled and embrace the boy.

"But... But... " as Cas pulled himself from his father.

"But what, son? "

"But you kiss Raven! You've cheated Mom?! " as Casimir recall the legend of gotham story.

Damian almost choke up as he heard his child accusion.

Rachel chuckled as she sees her husband reaction. Damian glared at his wife for laughing at him.

"Casimir, actually I am Raven. The Queen of darkness," as she demonstrate her dark aura on her hand.

Speechless as he saw in front of his eyes, the famous vigilante are his parents.

"Beloved, I've already alarmed Commissioner Grayson about this. " Damian looked at his pop up screen from his arm.

"Is Ms.Frey okay? " Cas still concern about his teacher who has been hurt as he witness before.

"I've already check the pulse and done some laser stitching towards her wound. She should be stabilize. " Damian press a couple of button then shut the pop screen.

"And Cas? "

"Yes, dad? " as Cas calmed down from the shock news today.

"We'll explain as soon as we come home. "

Casimir can feel his calm and relief aura from his voice, probably they been keep the secret for too long.

Perhaps it is time for him and his sibling to know the origin the legend of Gotham.

Bonus:

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mwolf0epsilon · 5 years

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DBH - A Dog's Purpose

I have been meaning to write a drabble for Roky for quite some time now, and honestly this came out a lot sadder than I initially intended. Warning for animal abuse and a child's death!

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When he was created, it was with a purpose: To serve and protect his master, just as all good dogs must do.

His eyes open and he stands upon a platform with machines that are very strange, and that reach down for him to give him things.

Give him his paws, his tail, his fur, and a black collar with a bright blue mark on it and very strange symbols that form a line of odd shapes.

He doesn't know what they mean, but he understands the creators who give him orders.

“Zitten.”

He sits as told, ears perked to attention and eyes focusing on the larger of the three two-legs who hold strange flat things in their paws, pressing their extended wiry fingers of their equally flat paws against the objects.

“Staan.”

Another simple command. He stands and waits, watching the trio of creators as they turn their attention back to their held things.

He sniffs the air. There's no discernable smell other than plastic, metal and the scent of two-legs. Of human.

He briefly wonders why he doesn't have a smell of his own.

“Kom hier.”

He thinks of those odd paws of theirs, and how carefully they use them to touch the flat things. Wonders how nice it'd feel if those spindly fingers ran through his fur and scratched behind his ears.

He surges forward far too eagerly.

“Blijven!” It's not the tallest, the one who's been giving orders, that spits out the command. One of the smaller ones has backed away and called off his previous order, much to the annoyance of the others.

“Waar was dat voor?” The second smallest, a female from the pitch of her voice, asks the other who seems shaken up.

“Het zou aanvallen!” The man cries out.

The tallest groans before smacking the other with the flat thing he holds. He is the alpha, the leader, the master of this group. He should pay attention to him and not the others.

“Idioot! Het was de instructies correct volgen!”

“Je hebt niet gezien wat ik de mens heb gezien, soms gaan deze verdomde dingen ballistisch!” The smaller male retorts, clearly unhappy with the master. That's not good, not good at all! Humans are so odd…

“Dit is een veilige en gecontroleerde omgeving en de defecte worden altijd verwijderd. Je hebt niets om bang voor te zijn.” The female tries to comfort the smaller male, but their alpha interjects.

“Als hij de test opnieuw verpest, zal hij zeker iets te vrezen hebben!”

They turn their attention back to him, and his ears twitch as he stares back. He blinks twice before sitting and wagging his tail.

He wants to please the master.

The female hums curiously before pressing her fingers against the flat thing again, while the smaller male fidgets nervously. The alpha takes charge once more.

“Spreken.”

He wags his tail even more as he eagerly barks. He's itching to run to them and beg for their affection, but he has to be good and obey.

That's his purpose in life after all.

“De staart kwispelen en gretigheid is zorgwekkend, maar het accepteert toch bestellingen, dus ik zou het zeggen en de anderen zijn klaar om te worden verzonden naar Amerika.” The female says calmly as she puts away the flat thing she'd been messing with. The others do the same.

The alpha stares at him, before looking at his subordinates.

“Een gretige waakhond is beter dan een ongehoorzame.” The alpha looks back at him, and then points to the side. He looks, and sees many more like him. More dogs that stand still like statues. “Ga daarheen.”

He complies and, as soon as he steps in line, he's put into a dark, scary and very tight box.

The darkness is so blinding that he can't help lay down and whine pitifully when the world around him shakes and moves and makes noise that he can't see.

The three creators never said he was good. Maybe this is his punishment.

When he next opens his eyes, and he doesn't remember falling asleep, he's no longer in the dark box, but in a clearer one set up next to two other dogs. One is a pitbull, the other is a doberman pinscher.

He blinks the grogginess out of his eyes and tries to sniff but can't smell anything.

The other two don't look at him, instead focusing on the place they were put on display.

It's not like the first place he's been to, but it certainly is shiny and strange.

There are so many of the odd shapes and symbols that are on his collar that he feels a little dizzy, but the colors and sounds! They're enticing to him! Especially when he can see humans coming and going.

He notices that there are humans in boxes like theirs, which is very weird.

Why are the humans like that? He wonders aloud, to which he gets a loud snort from the pitbull next to him.

You're new, aren't you? The pitbull keeps still, eyes glued to the front of the shiny place.

Of course he is, the shipment only just arrived from Belgium. The doberman is also still staring out at the front. He wonders if he should do that too. He does, if only to fit in with them, but can't help wag his tail whenever a human passes by.

The ones in the boxes aren't moving either.

They're not human. The pitbull's LED shifts to yellow very briefly before returning to blue.

They're not? But how can that be? He's confused now. They certainly look like humans!

Oh boy, we got us a really fresh one...I bet you still think you're a real dog, don't you? The pitbull snorts and the doberman's LED shifts to yellow before she looks at them both and growls low in warning.

The pitbull quiets down his loud thoughts, and the doberman looks back at the front and ignores them from that moment onwards.

He's very confused. He is a dog, and those are humans.

Humans with LEDs, just like theirs.

The confusion doesn't go away, not even when a big gruff looking man walks into the store and starts asking about getting a guard dog.

He wags his tail excitedly while the human with the LED explains their purpose to the man, and then tells him things he can't quite understand but knows must mean he's wanted.

He's out of his box and put on a leash before his new master takes him with him out the door.

He doesn't catch the sad look in the doberman's eyes, nor does he know that this big gruff man has come to this store multiple times to buy other dogs just like him.

All he can think of is pleasing the master and being good.

The master takes him to a place that is bigger and spookier than the last two places he’s been. The building is surrounded by a fence, and there are trucks and many boxes full of things he knows must be important, if the master needs a big strong dog to protect them.

Because the master, while tall and rough looking with his deep growly voice and hard eyes, isn't strong or fast enough to defend such a big place all on his own.

The master needs a good dog to do such an important job. He wants to be good for his master. Yes he does.

“Ok you plastic mutt, register your name.” the master prompts and he perks up and looks up eagerly. A name! He'll have a name of his own! “From now on, you answer to Killer, you got that?”

The name registers, but he can't help frown just a bit. That doesn't sound right…

But...

If the master calls him that, then he should cherish it. It's his given name after all. His very first present.

“Right, you gonna keep intruders off the perimeter. You see anyone approach the fence that don't have a uniform like this, you bark. You see anyone climb over the fence, you attack.”

Attack…? That didn't sound very nice.

“You see anyone that's fucking with the merch, you fuck ‘em up bad. The bosses keep fuckin’ nagging that supplies are going missing, and one single biocomponent or thirium bag that's gone is 10 dollars docked from my fucking paycheck.” The master instructs, ranting in a low angry tone that makes him nervous. “If you fuck up, you'll be punished just like the rest of the mutts, you got that?”

He whines and the man smiles a very scary smile. He doesn't like how many teeth he's showing.

“Good dog. Get to fucking work!”

He's confused and frightened, but the praise makes him relax.

The master says he's good if he does as he's told, so then his orders are to be followed.

It's his purpose in life, to please the master, no matter what the cost may be.

So he obeys and suffers for it.

For the good part of five years of his existence, there isn't much to life other than his orders and the big scary place with all the important stuff he's supposed to protect.

Each day and night he roams the perimeter, from one corner to another, sniffs and scans the fence for activity. If anyone who doesn't look like the master or the other workers approaches, he lunges at them from behind the fence and lets out bellowing barks that scare them off.

He licks the drool off his muzzle and resumes his patrols, stopping only when he is called.

He doesn't like his orders, doesn't like that he's grown used to tasting the two types of blood that exist in this world. Doesn't like that the blue blood tastes good when it comes out of whoever he bites.

Because it isn't always intruders.

The master brings him rougher looking dogs to train his attacks. Tells him they're bad dogs and useless and that he's bigger, better, stronger and good. The others don't fight much, don't last long, and honestly he tries to be quick just so they don't cry for too long.

Once the master brought the pitbull and the doberman from the other place.

They're worse off than he is, covered in cuts and missing so much skin that he sees white underneath. The pitbull is thorn to shreds after sneering at him and calling him a bad dog.

He's not bad, he's doing good by obeying. The master says he's good!

The doberman watches him sadly and accepts her fate. It's harder to kill her, she wasn't mean to him, she wasn't mean to anyone like the cynical pitbull.

He does so anyway, makes her’s a quicker death so she doesn't suffer.

The master gives him blue blood and a rough metal thing to gnaw on, to sharpen his teeth.

The master says he's good, but he's starting to doubt he is. He doesn't feel too good.

Still he continues following orders. A dog's purpose is an important one to follow.

His purpose is to kill, so he does.

But one day, this all changes.

It's the middle of the night and it's storming heavily when it happens. He's not the pristine clean pup he was when the master first chose him. His fur is rougher and messier, and there are plenty of scars from his fights with other dogs and intruders. He's always been big, but now he looks just as scary as the place he protects. Looks like a Killer.

His want for the master's praise and love is what keeps him going, even when doubt and anguish is all he's ever really known.

He patrols outside, unbothered by the heavy rain or thunder, and watches the fences and trucks as intently as he can.

He's just completed the 105th round when he catches it. A whiff of an unknown scent, coming from inside the building.

An intruder has slipped by, and he growls in frustration at the stench of petrichor that blocked out the faint smell that had bypassed his sensitive nose's notice.

The master would be furious if he saw anything gone!

That wouldn't do at all.

So he crouched low and stalked towards the building, a rattly growl in his chest and threatening to spill from his wet chops.

He needs to get rid of the intruder before they take any of the important things, so his pace is light but quick.

The scent is coming from behind one of the big boxes.

Drool streams down his mouth and makes his teeth shiny in the low light, as he rounds the corner ready to snap his jaws shut around a limb or a neck.

They never do, however, as he is met not with an adult but a small shivering little one.

Both their eyes widen and LEDs turn to a startled yellow at the presence of one another. He's never seen a human's pup before and the child likely has never seen such a big dog like him before.

The stand there, him with his drooly mouth hanging open in an odd caricature of shock, while the drenched little one shivers and tries to calm down after being spooked.

He doesn't know what to do.

“Puppy…?” The little one blinks tiredly, and he realised human's pups aren't out at such hours. It's dark out and very stormy, the little one shouldn't be out here on their own.

He closes his mouth, blinks a few times as he tries to figure out what to do, and startles when he feels tiny long digits against his muzzle.

The little one's hand is near his mouth and nose and their scent is stronger than before. The smell of their clothes is what he'd gotten before, because their smooth bald skin is bare of a smell that clings just like he himself doesn't have his own scent.

But the clothes...They smell of things he knows he's never smelt before, but that his thinking brain identifies.

Lemon, cinnamon, honey...Such lovely smells unlike the metalic stench of red blood, or the delicious chemical smell of the blue blood.

Smells that...

That feel like home?

He doesn't understand why, but he licks the little ones hand. A gesture of peace.

He's being bad, going against orders, but surely a little one isn't an intruder if they're only here to hide from the dark and the rain?

The little one doesn't care if he's bad though, they smile and squeal with little giggles after he gives their hand a few quick licks, and then they do something marvelous!

They pet him, touch him in a way he's only ever dreamed his master would someday do!

Gives him affection and scritches behind the ears, being mindful of the scars.

He smiles wide and yips in content before giving the child a big sloppy puppy dog kiss to the face.

He can't remember when he'd last wagged his tail this much!

“Good doggy! Nice puppy!” The child squeals and hugs him, and he's instantly over the moon.

He's good?

Even if he's not doing as he was told?

That feels...Better somehow! Comforting even!

But it doesn't last…

The master finds him lying on his back, with the little one giving him belly rubs and little kisses that aren't as wet as the ones he gives back, and the master is furious.

He did bad by not following orders, and bad dogs are punished. He just didn't think the master would direct his anger at a human's pup.

He howled in pain when the master kicked him onto his side, and then stomped on his ribs. The little one cried out in shock, but was thrown aside easily by the man who's trice their size.

The master calls him a bad dog, hits and kicks him several times until he bleeds blue.

The last kick hits him in the left eye, and he can't help howl when he feels something pop and a terrible burning pain in his skull. He can't open his left eye when the master gets off him, but the right one is open and he squirms and struggles to get up when he sees the master stalk towards the little one that's crying on the floor.

“Fucking plastic piece of shit! Think you can come into my warehouse and steal from me?!”

“I didn't take anything! I just wanted a place to stay for the night!”

He howls again when he hears the child hit the floor harder when the master kicks them. He barks and continues to holler, but the master brings his foot up and stomps on the little human's pup who's LED shines red.

The little one screams and screams and he howls at the master, begging for him to stop. To not hurt the puppy who did nothing wrong!

But he doesn't stop until the little one stops screaming. And then when the child's skin is broken apart and damaged revealing white, he takes out something that he holds. Something black and strangely shaped.

“Fucking piece of shit, lying plastic brat.” The master growls as he points the thing at the human's pup.

There's a flash and a loud horrible bang, and then there's a hole in the little one's head, that spills blue. The LED goes dark, the little one doesn't move or make noises.

The master has never killed before, but he has just watched him slaughter a little one.

All because he'd been bad.

He feels bad, but he also feels something else: Anger.

He'd been good for the master so many times, protected the important things and the big place, fought dogs and hurt so many people who came in looking for shelter and things that they needed.

It was his purpose, but he hated it.

No more! No more!

He got onto shaky feet and ran at the master, no, the monster!

He ran and lunged and sunk his big sharp teeth in the cruel beast's neck, before tearing and ripping and shredding.

He leaves the spooky place, staggering and covered in red and blue blood.

Fur matted and stained an ugly purple.

He doesn't look back.

He wanders for a long time, looking for a place to lay down and rest, someplace warm and safe, but can't find anywhere that isn't cold and wet.

He sees people, happy smiling people, and runs to them eagerly hoping for help. They see him and scream and run in fright.

He stops and whimpers, unsure why they are so upset with him. Continues his search and runs at the next group of people he finds, only to get yelled at and get things thrown at him.

He runs and staggers and even tumbles down a few times, but he keeps going, keeps searching until he finds an alleyway with an overturned trash can.

He lays in it, too tired and wounded to continue. Whines and whimpers pitifully as the pain of his many grievous wounds catches up with him.

A puddle of rainwater gives him a clear view of what he's become. An ugly scarred monster, rather than a nice doggy.

He's shunned for being a beast.

He thinks of the little one, the only human who's ever been nice to him, and cries louder. Howling mournfully into the night before he collapses.

He's failed his purpose, he's never going to be good enough. Never going to be loved.

He hears footsteps before he closes his one functioning eye and let's the exhaustion take him under.

When he opens it again, he's being held by someone.

They're moving quickly and the rain is still falling heavily all around them, but he can't tell much more since they've covered him with a big coat.

He sniffs tiredly.

Cinnamon, like the little one...

The smell comforts him.

He closes his eyes again.

When he next wakes up, he's somewhere warm and fluffy. His wounds have been dressed and there are low voices.

Three distinct ones, all female.

He can see with his one eye, three ladies.

One is older, two are young, one doesn't have a smell besides the scent on her clothes.

It all smells of cinnamon like the coat.

He decides he likes this place much better than the last three.

“You found the poor thing in the trash?” The older one asks, sounding horrified.

“Was howling up a storm too...There was so much blood on him, I couldn't tell how bad his wounds were until I washed it all off.” the one with dark hair replied.

“You think he was in a fighting ring?” the other younger female asks.

“No, the collar was from a Cyberlife warehouse a few miles from here. I think he ran away after a bad scrap...”

“I can see why...The state of the poor thing, it's absolutely shameful!”

He whines, sounding unbearably pitiful as he does so, and tries to get on his feet to go meet the human ladies.

One of his legs hurts so bad he falls down immediately, causing all of his body to ache.

The dark haired one rushes to his side and presses her paws comfortingly against his head.

“Hey shh...It's ok big guy.” She pets him, and her touch is so soft that he practically melts against it. “That's it...Good dog. Good boy.”

He licks her hands and wags his stumpy tail eagerly, smiling up at the blue eyed lady that's being so nice to him. She thinks he's good, despite his wicked horrible appearance.

The older lady is holding his old collar in her hands, she grimaces at it.

“Killer...what a nasty name for such a sweet thing.” she approaches, as does the other one, and lets him sniff her hand. He makes sure to lick all of their hands, makes sure to be gentle and nice to them when they are being so kind.

“You're not a killer are you dear? Of course not…” the older one smiles sweetly at him, and then looks at the dark haired one. “What are you going to call him, Lucina dear? And don't give me that look, I know you have a name in mind.”

“I was thinking... Ragnarok.” Lucina replied. He liked her name, it was pretty.

“That's a pretty strong name, but at least it's not related to a video game franchise, as per family tradition.” The other girl smiled.

“I beg to differ Zelda, I'm pretty sure Lucina is naming him after a Marvel movie.”

“Hey, Thor Ragnarok was a good movie!”

“Seriously? Can't we have one normal name in this family?!” Zelda exclaimed, throwing her hands up at the distasteful choice.

“Never.” Both Lucina and the older lady grinned.

The three laugh among themselves and he wags his tail even more and yips happily at them. Their laughter is nice and warm and not scary like his old master's.

Lucina smiles down at him and pets him once more behind the ear.

“How about that...Do you like your new name?”

It was definitely a strong word, Ragnarok, but it wasn't necessarily bad. It sounded good, even. Fitting of a big strong dog as himself.

He liked it!

“It's a mouthful. We'll have to shorten it a bit or else it'll become a tongue twister.” Zelda pointed out.

“Don't worry Zelda, I always think forward when it comes to these things. Ragnarok can be shortened to Roky, like Rocky Balboa!”

“Another strong name. Nice thinking dear.” The older woman smiled while Zelda groaned.

“Thanks nana Sophie, at least someone appreciates my naming talents!”

He thinks he'll like these new masters a lot more than he liked his old one.

They're certainly kinder and less scary, and they give him pets and belly rubs even when he doesn't look so nice and friendly.

They should hate him, because he's a bad dog.

But they don't.

They saved him!

So he decides his new purpose.

He'll repay them, do good by them and make sure they're happy and safe.

It's a job he can happily get behind, and hopefully one that won't make him kill again.

He'll never be bad like the master wanted him to be. He won't return to that terrible life.

He'll be genuinely good. For them.

The ones who make him feel safe and truly loved.

#eps writes:#fanfic #detroit: become human #detroit become human #oc stuff #animal abuse #child death

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school-in-london · 5 years

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theodinsonsonmidgard · 5 years

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Storm.

Not that breakfast was my favorite meal, but I felt particularly hungry that morning ... which meant I had ate a pancake before my usual grapefruit juice. Someone else, on the other hand, would have eaten not only pancakes, but also bread and jam and a cup of coffee. That someone else I had in front of me, now, at the table, but instead of chewing loudly and telling me idiocies to make me smile, ... he sat in silence, thoughtfully, looking away. As if I had become transparent and he could look through.

The blue of his eyes, as dark as the sky at Yule. Tense jaw, a knot of hard rage that made his muscle flicker.

'Which demon weighs down your thoughts so much as to extinguish your inner sun, Odinson?' I thought, peering over the rim of the glass as I finished drinking.

"The coffee is getting cold ..." I said softly, pointing with my chin to the cup which Thor nervously played with.

"... you disgust cold coffee, and I'm not going to warm it up." I frowned "Again."

He startled, as if he didn't expect to hear my voice. Then he laughed tense, pretending nothing.

"You're not so good at preparing breakfast, little brother! This coffee sucks both cold and hot."

I stared at him for a moment. "You prepared it. Thor, what ?..."

But he got up quickly, before I could finish speaking, as if there was nothing to talk about. As if everything was going well. He threw the coffee in the sink and left the cup there.

"Maybe we need to change it ..." he murmured, and I didn't know if he was referring to coffee, or something else, which he was reluctant to talk about. "I'm going for a run, little brother. You prepare lunch, do you want?" he patted me on the shoulder, and slipped through the door. Only one person in my life has had the ability to make me remain speechless, and it is he. My brother.

"Prepare lunch ..." I repeated to myself, looking in disbelief where, a second before, Thor was grinding his teeth to nothing.

"Prepare lunch ... more absurd than the Old Man who tells me 'I love you'."

I didn't prepare anything at all that morning, because Thor came home sweating, a deep pants as if he had chased Surtur in flesh and horns, a tray wrapped in greasy paper in his hands. I had recently returned home with some provisions, resigned to waste food that would have gone straight into the garbage can.

Thor walked past me, absently threw the tray on the table, and avoided my gaze again.

"I'm going to take a shower. Eat, if you want, Loki ..."

He disappeared again. Leaving me alone.

"Sure, Thor. I'll wait for you, Thor. My day went well, Thor."

But I was ironic about nothing, my brother was already chasing after some kind of ghosts, without confiding me anything. It was damn frustrating. I was the one who usually behaved like that, and Thor was used to my sudden silences, my edges, my mood swings. It was me who had never seen him do this. He was elusive, taciturn, ... as if he's trying to push back words and people. But I were his brother, not just anyone.

"Thanks for thinking about lunch even today, ... thanks for bringing ..." I opened a corner of that greasy and lukewarm paper "... cheese pizza, fantastic! You read my mind, I didn't want anything else! ".

Thor hanged around the house all day, gloomy and unwilling to talk. It seemed that everything bored him, that there was nothing able to alleviate the weight that clearly weighed on him, and to which I could not give a name. I could have known. I could have crawled into his mind and peered into his thoughts ... but I didn't want to do it. I know from experience how annoying, if not painful, to feel violated so deeply. I didn't want to do it, not with Thor. Not to treason.

He came to ask me for help with what he called 'hellish traps on the light screen'. Nothing but a file of scores for drums of a piece that he had made up his mind to learn. I gladly accepted, trying to joke, laughing at his awkwardness ... but I realized that his lips were laughing, while his gaze remained silent. Turned off. Far. Another person's eyes.

I began to grow tired of that shadowy and unfriendly stranger who had taken the place of Thor Odinson. Which was cheerful, noisy, a pain in the ass, ... and with a heart as big as the Nine Realms. I wanted him back, and I would face him, that stranger with his jaw clenched, if that served to get my brother back.

Outside, a thunder roared through purple clouds: not a good sign, since we were kids.

Thor had disappeared into his room for hours. Leaving me alone, breaking my brain about what could have happened. I was sure it wasn't my fault this time. It didn't seem to me to have been particularly intractable, nor to have made him nervous with one of my moody days, ... so I didn't understand where so much anger came from. Because it was anger that I saw flash in his eyes. Anger that he didn't know how to express, that he didn't want or didn't understand how to deal with. A subtle, pungent migraine began to prick me into the eye socket. I bit a piece of pizza, cold and dry, and then swallowed a painkiller.

"The bill gets longer, Odinson." I muttered, grinning.

Leaning against the door jamb, I watched silently Thor destroying himself, I don't know for how much long. I had made some tea, and I wanted him to keep me company. I wanted to face that grumpy stranger to tell me the truth. But when I got there, it all died in my throat.

In the dim light of the table lamp, Thor was sitting on the bed, staring at Mjolnir, planted upside down on the floor. There was a sort of hole, where its huge head hit the ground, from which thin radial cracks branched out. Dull and threatening, the Hammer of the Dwarfs, looked like a fierce-looking hound, ready to die for his master. But now it was there, and Thor was looking at him.

He seemed to want to touch it, but he always withdrew his hand. Like a kind of silent dialogue between him and what was the lethal extension of his arm.

I saw him clench his fists to whiten his knuckles; I saw him punch his fist in the palm of his hand; I saw him run his hands through his long blond hair, ... I saw that lock of black hair still intertwined with his.

Brothers ...

I felt my heart break when I noticed the tears in his eyes. I saw him feeling sick, and another image assailed my memory ... the one that ...

'ALL RIGHT, STOP!!'

My brother ...

He began to punch the air in front of him, but he looked at me with wide eyes, without understanding, when he saw me appear there, ... kneeling before him, still sitting. And that he had hit me in the shoulder.

I Ignored everything.

"Listen to me, you silly oaf, I don't know what the hell hurts you inside, ... but I know what, ... I know what it means. Hey, Golden Boy, look at me."

I hugged him. As maybe I should have done much earlier. Before Thanos, before his Midgardians friends, before Midgard. Before everything. I held him tight.

"I don't know what to do, Thor. I don't know what else to do but this. And to tell you that whatever is devouring your heart now, we will drive it away, you and me, did you hear me, you silly oaf?"

A few times it happened that I had to be there for him. I was the broken one. It was always me. He was the one who always had to chase after me, understand me, see beyond.

Sometimes succeeding. At other times by refusing to leave his privileged position. Now I found myself having Thor Odinson in my arms, after a horrible day, which held me tight, strong ... as much as I held him.

As if we feared losing ourselves again. As if we had to face who knows what kind of storm, and for this, each one of us wanted to protect the other.

"I only know to do this, big beast. Keeping you tight. I'm the worst of the brothers, I know ... but that Surtur devours my soul if I step back... whatever happened." I felt him tighten, as if he too could not do anything else. Clinging to me. Again and again. And cry, sobbing like a child. He was shaking like a leaf.

"We will get back on our feet, Golden Boy. We will come back as bright and glorious as it used to be, okay? And you will still have to beg for the girls to look at you, and not always and only me, you damn idiot." I started rocking him back and forth "You damn idiot, ... you and your pride. Everything will be fine, Thor. Everything will be fine, everything will be settled."

I rested my chin on the top of his head on his hair. "I know I'm the last wretch who can tell you this, ... and don't you dare laugh, you silly oaf. Don't you dare laugh, you damn Golden Boy."

He seemed to calm down slowly.

"You're doing fine, brother ... my good boy, my good brother..."

We were silent, Mjolnir watching over us, silent and attentive.

"Do you remember our mother's words? Natten er ikke mørk, men bare solen som lukker øynene*...the sun will soon open its eyes again, Thor, and the storm will have passed ..."

*the night is not darkness, but only the sun that closes its eyes.

#odinsons on midgard #odinson brothers #me and my brother #loki #me and thor #thor is need #supportive brother #storm #rage #my poor bro

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hyunnbinniee · 5 years

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@doyeongs thank you for requesting love!!!❤

5:12 am

CRASH

"Doyoungiiieeeee." An unknown voice rang out through your apartment. You sat up, startled. "Doyoungie! Where are yooouuuu?" The voice slurred loudly. You slowly got yourself up from your bed, and grabbed the nearest thing to swing, a pillow. You wished you would've had an actual weapon, but the voice didnt sound too intimidating.

You slowly opened the door to your room and walked down the hall. Before you can make it to your living room, your kitchen light turned on.

"Doyoung I'm STARVINGGGG IM GONNA EAT!" The boy hollered. You peered around the corner, peeking into the kitchen. There stood a very young boy, swaying in front of your refrigerator. He was obviously drunk. And in the wrong apartment.

You pulled away from the doorframe, and leaned against the wall. What do you do? Do you leave him alone? Will he hurt you if you tell him to leave? You could fight back if you have to, but your prefer not to fight. Finally you decided you would step in. This is your apartment after all.

You peeled yourself off the wall, and took a deep breath before entering the kitchen. The boy stood there with a slice of pizza dangling from his mouth. You cleared your throat, causing the boy to look at you and drop his pizza.

"You're not Doyoung... are you his girlllfriend???" He questioned, a goofy smile forming his lips as he drew out the last word.

"Ummm.. I'm sorry but I don't know who he is. Or who you are for that fact..." you tried your best to explain.

He watched you with a furrowed brow. "This is Doyoungie's apartment..." he said the confused look never leaving his face.

"Its not.. I've lived here for 4 months now. Maybe he lived here before? But I'm sorry you're gonna have to leave." He stared at you in surprise before he began pouting.

"But I'm hungrryyyyy." He exclaims throwing his head back. "Where is Doyoung?? Why isn't he here to cook like he always does????" He said shoving the fridge door shut. His eyes seemed to get glossy as he spoke. "Is he mad because I went without him to the party? Please tell him I'm sorry." He pouted again.

"If I make you food will you leave?" You ask, tired of dealing with this child. He nodded his head, his black hair bouncing as he does so. "Fine." You mumble.

Why did I even volunteer for this. I dont even know him!!! You thought to youself.

You leave the pillow at the kitchen door, before walking into the kitchen. His big brown doe eyes trailed behind you. You opened the fridge and grabbed a few eggs, letting it shut right after. You grabbed a package of ramen off the counter, and showed it to him. "Is this okay?" He nodded his head, happily. He reminded you of a young child.

"Why are you awake right now?" He asks as he sloppily tries to get himself on the counter. His arm slipped from under him. Luckily he caught himself. He tried once more, and amazingly got himself up there. When he caught you watching him he smiled widely, showing his brace adorned teeth.

Cute, you thought.

"Well I was asleep. But someone barged into my apartment.. how did you get in anyways?" You ask, beginning to boil water in the pot.

"The door was unlocked! How else did I get in?" He asked as if it was the most obvious answer ever. You nodded.

That night you had come home late from school, and you went straight to sleep. You weren't surprised your door was open honestly. "Do I have something on my face?" He asks, wiping his face dramatically. You giggle at his behavior.

"No. Why?" You question, turning to the boiling pot of water. You open the ramen and place them in the water, along with the seasoning and vegetables.

"Because you were staring at me." You felt your eyes grow wide, and a blush creeping up on your cheeks. Were you really staring?

"I wasnt staring. But I didnt realize you had braces." You said over your shoulder. You cracked the egg into the pot and pulled it off the stove. "Come on. Your food is ready." You say, making your way to your living room. You definitely didnt trust him carrying this pot of hot soup in his state.

You walked into the living room, placing his noodles on the table. He wobbled his way to the living room, sitting on the floor in front of his noodles. You turned the TV on, a d flipped through the channels until he made a sound of approval. "I loove that show and I looove these noodles. Doyoung nevverrr made them this good." He states, dragging out certain words. You smile softly and the drunk boy and he shoves more food into his mouth.

"Well.. I'm glad you like it."

~~~~~~

You didnt hear much from him after that. Only the clinking of his chopsticks against the pot, and the occasional laugh from him.

He got up from the floor and flung himself on the couch hugging the pillow you placed there. You looked at him from your chair. "You should be going now you know... its 6:30 in the morning... do you want to call som-"

"No please let me finish this show! Please!" He begged, his eyes wide. You huffed, softly before nodding. He's been here this long. He'll have to leave soon anyways.

You stood up and grabbed the pot. You might as well wash it. You rinsed it with water, placed the soap on your sponge and began to softly clean the pot. Your mind seemed to wonder to the boy on the couch. His coal black hair that seemed to be a bit too long, his doe eyes crinkling at the sides as he laughed. Everything about this past hour was unexpected. But you cant say you didn't enjoy it. You placed the pot in the drying rack, and made your way back to the living room.

Surprisingly (or maybe not), the unknown boy was asleep on your couch. You sighed. Well. Might as well get some sleep too.

You laid down in the chair you previously occupied, and pushed the button to lay back. You body almost immediately relaxed into the soft plush chair.

~~~~~

8:18 am

You stirred in your chair not having been able to fully go to sleep. Suddenly, you heard the rustling of the couch next to you.

"Oh shit..." you heard him murmur. You squinted, to look at the strange boy. He ran his hands threw his hair, before standing up. He looked around before his eyes landed on you. The look on his face became soft, and he grinned. He walked over to you, before kneeling in front of you. "Thank you."

He stood up and began to slip on his shoes. He looked around and grabbed his jacket from where he threw it on the floor. His hand slowly unlocked the door. Before he could twist the door knob you sat up.

"What's your name?" He smiled, turning to face you, flashing his braces.

"I'm Jihoon."

#ygtb scenarios

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wheezyboykaspbrak · 6 years

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it’s 5am and i hope i don’t make this a bad habit

i was talking with my new bud and uhh wow so here’s some hcs about eddies first kiss (warning it’s Reddie Y’all)

- eddie is in his senior year of hs and like. he doesn’t ever really think about dating that much? (maybe this one person ONCE in middle school but he gets way too embarrassed even thinking about it) and besides!! he loves his friends, and he always thought that was enough?

- and he still does, it’s just beginning to bother him when he sees everyone (especially his friends!) pushing him into getting a date (even if they don’t really mean to push)

- richie is the person who messes around and jokes about it the most, pinching at his sides and always asking when eddie was going to ‘fall in love’

- (he’s already fallen in love with all of the other losers, he doesn’t need to love anyone else, he’s said this countless times! but he just gets the same ‘awww’s and grins no matter which loser he directs it towards, like maybe they don’t really believe him)

- but one day richie just gives him the cheesiest grin he’s ever seen and bumps his side with too much force, saying maybe a bit too loudly, 'i know you couldn’t have fucked anyone- but come on, i bet you haven’t even kissed anyone either, eddie. maybe you’ll learn to love outside of the lucky seven if you finally just put on your big boy breeches and kiss someone!’

- and that just. rubbed eddie the Wrong Way? like he was saying his platonic love with the losers would never be enough? like maybe he was saying eddie wouldn’t really be grown up until he found someone to kiss, and someone ELSE to love, and he got defensive, raising his hands up with a trademarked grimace

- 'kissing is gross, richie, and-’

- 'eddie, edster, you’re 18-’

- 'yeah! well! im sure you’ve heard of mono, influenza, the plague-’ and he was sure getting tired of being interrupted, even if he sounded ‘ridiculous’

- 'eddie really, the plague?’

- 'YES! YES, RICHIE, THE PLAGUE. and besides, there is no one i would even want to kiss, so just shut your own damn infested mouth already.’

- and then richie almost dies laughing, but drops the subject near immediately- alleviating the situation by grabbing eddie by his arm and squeezing, leading him and talking about the dinner plans they had made with the others for tonight- in the same, little place they could at least all agree on

- eddie is still a little tense but he just knows richie was messing with him, so he falls back into the conversation, letting himself be led to the lunchroom with only a huff in protest

- but now suddenly it’s around 630pm?

- and the losers all have met up at the run down italian restaurant, having a hoot, sitting snug on a wrapped, big booth, with eddie sandwiched in between mike and richie- he’s having a good time, they all are

- and of course, richie, being richie, tried to lady and tramp it with eddie, only to be shoved away and rejected (as he was being eddie)-

- and richies knee jerk reaction is to roll his eyes, saying out loud that eddie is 'no fun’ that he 'would never make it to big screen productions’ if he ‘wouldn’t even have his first kiss! i mean has eddie even heard of a casting couch?’

- and eddie gets so flustered at the mention of not being kissed yet that he just freezes, and eddie knows deep down that the losers don’t care, that they love him just as much he loves them, and wouldn’t think any less of him for it but- but the laugh that it gets out of them makes him feel awful. at least mike managed to sense eddie was tense and was able to 'beep’ richie before he could continue to ramble on.

- the night went swimmingly afterwards, but eddie got a little bit colder after that, only finally warming back up at the end, laughing more comfortably with the others and melting into both richies and mikes sides (more mikes than richies).

- they all pay and part their ways after that, with hugs and some goofs- but richie walks straight to eddie and just!! offers to walk home with him, even though it’s probably more convenient for richie to walk with bill

- richie just felt like he really upset eddie, and had an idea on how to make it better!

- so when they finally get to eddies house, after more jokes and silence (that at times felt comfortable, but this one felt a little tense?), richie follows him up to his bedroom and paces around a bit, before eddie glares and shushes at him, pointing downstairs (to where he knows his mother rests)

- 'stop, you goddamn stampede of a string bean. if you want to stay and hang out just sit down, and read a comic book or som-’

- 'eds, let me ask you something.’

- and there’s a pause, and eddie begins to pick at the dirt underneath his fingernails, and then the pause is too long, and eddie holds his hands out, exasperated (and a little nervous)

- 'christ- im going gray over here, richie-’

- 'you love us, the gang, right? i mean of course you obviously love me, i’m your favorite- but you do love us? what if, and i’m a genius so tell me when you’re not following anymore, one of us kissed you? so you’re not so flustered about it anymore- you trust us enough, and maybe it will give you a little boost of confidence! we are all incredibly hot, too, which is just an added bonus.’

- and now eddie is silent, and he’s stopped picking at his nails, and richie begins to laugh, and it’s painfully nervous, but he just doesn’t know how to stop-

- 'i knew it was a master plan but jesus fuck, i didn’t know it was that stunning! come on, eddie, whaddya say?’ he stopped before quickly adding, 'if you want to pretend like this never happened let me know edster- and ill strut my ass out of here so quick even your mother won’t notice, and she’s always one to notice my sweet ass whenever i’m in the function.’ finger guns seemed like the only appropriate way to end that sentence, but richie could already feel himself dying inside, just a little bit

- but then eddie finally mumbles out 'you want me to kiss one of our friends?’ and it only sounds a lttle off

- 'i mean, i guess- and even if you wanted to kiss me, that would be fine! listen, eddie, i’m an expert. just say the words, i’m all lips, i got you, we got you.’

- and for being so forward eddie can hear how nervous richie is in his voice, but eddie? himself? could feel his heart beating out of his chest. and he didn’t really know why

- so. he just says okay, he nods, and he’s shaking and he still just- he doesn’t know why. but now richie looks visibly more relaxed, and he lets out such a heavy sigh eddie almost feels himself getting knocked back.

- richie sits on the bed and then pats the space beside him, and eddie sinks down into his own sheets before turning towards richie and crossing his legs, fisting the fabric of his shorts

- richie just wants eddie to relax because! he swears to eddie, he’s in good company! richie has kissed dozens of people before (he doesn’t say that though, he’d get an earful about germs), and he knows just how to make eddie feel right, and seeing eddie in front of him likes this makes him want eddie to feel loved- and woah, he doesn’t know where that’s coming from, but he doesn’t think about it too much now. and now, maybe too fast for eddie, richie turns to face eddie himself, his own legs crossed, and his hands now holding eddies jaw like he was made out of glass

- 'eddie tell me when this is enough, when we have done enough.’

- and eddie has been so quiet, and it makes richie a little hesitant, but he does nod in richies grip-

- right before richie presses the softest kiss to eddies mouth, and it’s a dry one but richie instantly feels his heart go weak at the sigh eddie makes, one he must of been holding in

- richie keeps on kissing at eddies lax lip, sometimes giving a kiss to his cheek, something familiar, rubbing their noses together just barely, softly, before he goes back to kissing him

- it’s one of the gentlest kisses richie has ever had??? and he half expects eddie not to kiss back, do anything back at all, but then eddies hands are on richies knees, hooked near his thighs, and richie has to pull away and actually look at eddie, see if anything was wrong, because?? maybe this was his way of telling him to stop?

- but eddies eyes were closed, and his mouth was only a little red, but his cheeks were vibrant, and now warm under richies thumbs and-

- richie couldn’t help but go back in- he makes the kiss a little wetter, and eddie seems a little bit confused on what he was supposed to do, still, but richie just does his best to show eddie how- using that big mouth of his for something other than long strings of words-

- and words?? weren’t really needed at this point, as the boys began to add more hands and tongues and even teeth and christ when richie started kissing down eddies neck eddie made such a heavenly gasp out of his name- 'richie, please’- that richie couldn’t stop himself before leaving a bright red mark, right under eddies ear, the keen his got in response making him want to kiss eddie, again and again and again and again-

- it was overwhelming

- but after a kiss to the mark and a few more pecks richie pulled away and got another good look at eddie and wow- that was a mistake, because if the way eddie looked before made richie need to kiss him again, the way eddie looked now made richie want to instantly give him the world

- and fuck if he knew why

- eddies lips were wet and this time they were actually swollen, his eyes had opened but they were so, so lidded, his pupils were blown wide, and his eyelashes fluttering with the few stuttering breaths he took and richie-

- richie had to stand up, now, he should probably leave- but christ he didn’t know how or when it happened but he had a lap full of eddie, who was now slumping himself against richie and tucking his head on his shoulder, and he could hear the shaky sighs that came out of eddie before he heard a soft mumble

- 'thanks.’

- and with that eddie climbs out of richies lap, adjusting his shirt looking anywhere, everywhere but the boy beside him

- richie can deal with that, but he was still just so shocked, at himself, at eddie, so he quickly responds with a 'no problem, happy to do it, make sure you rate your experience in the guestbook upfront- uhh, christ, come do it again, whenever you’re in the area.’ and he has to force himself to stop talking, biting on his tongue-

- but eddie let’s out a laugh, something loud and genuine and richie still hasn’t resolved this, hasn’t resolved anything, but when eddie laughs he feels the haze clear and everything feels so light in that moment.

- eddie is just surprised that richie might’ve been right about something- that kissing can help you learn that you love someone (a little bit more than he had previously thought)

srry if thhis is bad i need sleep

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it's late adn i need to stop #my hcs

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letitrainathousandflames-archive · 6 years

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Last chapter of my “Fives and Dogma are alive AU” chapter on the link and full chapter under the cut:

Echo dismissed Fives’ help for the third time as he carried the buckets of blue milk out of the small barn outside.

“I said I can manage. And I will mock you for the rest of my days, great ARC trooper Fives, almost kicked in the face by an angry bantha.”

Fives followed him close, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Ah, shut up already. She’s moody today.”

“’She’?” Echo laughed “Please tell me you gave it a name. We can name it after someone you hate just for fun. Maybe that kaminoan ge'hutuun who tried to screw you over, Nala Se.”

Fives held the door open for Echo, shaking his dead.

“Nah, I don’t wanna offend the bantha. And when did you get so foul-mouthed, mr. stick-to-the-rules?”

“Ah, when you’re under the power of the seppies you learn to curse a lot.” Echo said as he poured the milk from the buckets into clear glass bottles that were lined up on the sink “Now I don’t even bat an eye at that. Remember when I’d tell you guys not to curse and Droidbait would curse louder just out of spite?”

Fives smirked as he picked up the filled up bottles and put them in the fridge.

“Oh, look at that, my boy’s all grown up. Hevy would be so proud of ya.”

“Hevy cursed like a jet pilot, don’t even compare me to him. Now where’s Dogma?”

Fives shrugged.

“Same as always.”

Dogma had learned of a steep path down the cliff in which they lived. It wouldn’t be easy for a man without training to climb it down, but Dogma was the best of his squad back in his days as a cadet; he’d climb the rocky path easily, supporting one foot after the other and holding on the protruding rocks on the face of the cliff until he could get down to a small cave in it. There he used to sit for hours listening to the crashing waves, or fish so they could have something different from the same steamed vegetables of every day. Somehow, very slowly, he’d grown to accept his new life as not a trooper or a prisoner but something else entirely. He wasn’t a deserter, but he didn’t leave exactly under an honored condition. The whole thing was really strange.

Dogma stuck his fishing rod firmly in a hole so that it would have its line out of the cave and the hook in the water and he reached for the bes’bev in his bag – he had promised Fives that he would use it only to play music, so the former ARC trooper let him keep it. Dogma tugged at his sleeve, exposing his scarred arm. The linear scars were methodically parallel, equidistant of each other. Even his self-harm had method; boring old Dogma.

He put the sharp tip of his bes’bev against his forearm and let out a sigh. He’d promised Fives and Echo that he would stop hurting himself. The thought of cutting was pleasant; it allowed him to see his blood, his trooper’s blood, his heritage, his worth. The pain would smother all the loud chatter in his head, all the giggling that would halt at his presence “here comes Dogma” they would say, the cadets hated his properness and respect for the rules, they would hate ass-kissing Dogma and all his protocol shit.

The pain would make the thought of him shooting at the boys of the 212th back in Umbara blur away at least for a while, it would make him forget of General Krell’s yellow, menacing eyes as he laughed in his face at his blind obedience because it wasn’t fair, he was just a shiny, it had been his first assignment and he just wanted them to be proud of him, he just wanted to be a good soldier…

Dogma grunted and looked down at the crooked, non-linear cut he’d unconsciously made and he hissed, pulling the bes’bev away from his arm.

“No, no, no.” he whispered, raising his arm to his face and sucking the blood off the wound before it could stain his blacks; he lowered it down again, glad to see it was coagulating already “I didn’t mean to, didn’t mean, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, sergeant ...”

After they found out that Krell had pitted the 501st against the 212th, Dogma walked between his brothers, dead and wounded, following the trail of death left in the range of his aim. Dogma was good at shooting, he’d train every day without exception in the shooting range. The result of his skill was there on the battlefield, lying all around him coughing blood and clutching at still-hot blaster wounds. And as he walked to the spot where the last target he’d hit had been, he saw Captain Rex talking to the mortally wounded Sergeant Waxer of the 212th, crying in his last breath. He didn’t make it, as Dogma knew he wouldn’t. He never shot to leave survivors. It was how he’d been taught.

Dogma only came back home by nightfall when his comlink rang and Fives’ voice came through it asking where he was. When he walked inside carrying two big fish in a fabric bag Fives smiled from the table where he’d been playing dejarik with Echo. Echo still won just like every time.

“Hey man. Took you long down there.”

“Fish weren’t biting.” Dogma grumbled, placing the fish on the sink and reaching for their meat knife

“Hey, let me do the cleaning, will you?” Fives asked as he jumped off his seat and walked into the kitchen, snatching the knife off Dogma’s hand; they’d treat him like a goddamn child around any sharp object “See if you can beat Echo, I can’t stand his smug face anymore.”

“It’s just strategy, brother.” Echo said in a joyful tune “Gotta think before you act.”

“Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” Fives asked jokingly as Dogma left the kitchen and Fives began skinning the fish “I won’t mind kicking your ass like I used to back in the day.”

“Are you willing to kick the cripple’s ass?” Echo pretended to be mortified “Shameful, Fives, I expected better from you.”

Dogma sank to his seat in front of Echo, and as Fives hummed in the kitchen getting their dinner ready, Echo leaned in, resetting the hologram setting and saying in a low voice:

“Okay, what happened, Dogma? Why did you cut yourself again?”

Dogma straightened himself up, his tone defensive.

“I didn’t! Why do you…?”

Echo nodded to his backpack by the door, from which the instrument’s tip poked out.

“The tip’s stained dark.” he said and Dogma sighed “Now we gotta restart the counting. You had been clean for a week and a half, Dogma, you were doing so good.”

Dogma snarled, making the first movement in the game and maintaining his low tone.

“Yeah, thanks, I don’t really need you to tell me I’m an embarrassing di’kut.”

Echo analyzed his strategy, making a countermove.

“I never said that. We’ll restart the counting and keep it up. Before you know, it’ll be a month, two, a year and the scars will fade. I promise. Gar shuk meh kyrayc. Take it easy. I have an idea we can try after we eat.”

Dogma played his turn, shrugging.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

Echo played his, laughing bitterly.

“Lose the ‘sir’. We’re brothers.”

“Yessir.” Dogma paused, frowning “Yes, Echo. And unless your mnook beats my ng’ok…” he watched as his small holographic creature bashed Echo’s creature’s skull in “Ah, look. I won.”

Echo mouth dropped open in shock.

“Haar'chak.” He whispered the curse, squinting at the holograms “How can this be?”

Fives waked out of the kitchen as the smell of food filled the house warmed by the stove’s heat, and he practically skipped like a kid to Echo’s side, looking at the table.

“He won?” he looked up to Dogma “You won?! Kandosii, give five to good ol’ Fives!” he slapped his palm on Dogma’s and then pointed at Echo “Ha! You lost! Loser! K'atini!”

Echo got up, mildly annoyed.

“Glad to see you’re sill eight. I’ll keep an eye on those potatoes before you overcook them.”

“Hey I’m not eight, I’m Fives!” Fives laughed himself brathless until he had coughing fit at the stupid pun “And you know what you are? A loser!”

Even Dogma couldn’t help but laugh at Fives state of absolute joy over his victory.

Dogma tugged at the cuffs of his blacks as he’d sit on the floor of Echo’s atelier. Fives looked with curious interest as Echo sat beside him and Dogma, placing his watercolor palette, a water glass and a few of his brushes on the floor in front of them.

“…So, what are we doing here?” Fives asked tentatively

Echo looked calm and diplomatic as General Kenobi, Fives had thought.

“Dogma here has something to show us. Dogma?”

Dogma hesitated, looking at Echo.

“It was nothing…”

Echo narrowed his eyes at Dogma, and now he looked more like General Skywalker.

“Show him. You said you wanted to let me help.”

Dogma looked at Fives, then back at Echo and he swallowed hard, grimacing. He rolled his sleeve up, looking away from his brothers as he’d show them his scarred arm and the freshly-healed superficial cut. Fives ran his hand over his beard, snarling.

“Ah, shabuir… You’re doing this shit again?!”

“It was an accident…!” Dogma started defensively

“Accident?! You want me to believe this shit?! Want me to patch you up next time you slice an artery open and your arm gushes blood everywhere?!”

Echo gave Fives a light push to his chest.

“Fives, will you calm down?”

Fives ground his teeth, getting up to his feet. Dogma did the same and, supporting his hands on his prosthetic knees, Echo did too. Fives growled out, pointing a finger to Dogma:

“I won’t calm down until this or'dinii stop this shit before he winds up dead! Do you think this is funny?! Do you think this is the running gag in our little club, ‘let’s see if Dogma bled himself out with his stupid flute?!’”

“Fives shut up NOW!” Echo barked as Dogma tried to walk away and he held him down in place by the neck of his shirt, pulling him back “and you, Dogma, stay here! We need to clear some things out, and it has to be now!”

Fives was still breathing hard, massaging his chest over his strained lungs as Dogma turned to face him.

“Rangir.” Fives said in a lower tone that dripped with disgust “I’m doing my fucking best to make something out of this miserable rest of existence and this piece of shit…”

Echo exhaled sharply between his teeth, placing his hands on his hips.

“Fives, stars be my witness, one more word and I will deck you in the face.”

Fives let out an agry, aggressive laugh.

“Did he tell you he leaded a firing squad to execute me and Jesse in Umbara? I never told you this part, did I Echo, that turncoat dinii general gave orders to execute us as traitors for going against his orders. Guess who stood in front of us and dare to ask if we wanted to be blindfolded?! Guess who looked us dead in the eye and yelled ‘fire’?! Guess who would’ve laid his tattooed head on the pillow and sleep just fine knowing he’d executed his brothers?!”

Dogma had his eyes low to the floor, and Fives walked to him, pushing him on the chest.

“And I’m just standing here today because Tup and Kix and my brothers refused to shoot me. Even Rex was disgusted at you, Dogma, and he gave you a chance to start over, we all did, and this is how you repay him, playing ‘how deep can I cut before I kill myself’.”

“Fives, cut this crap now!” Echo tried to stand between the two of them, but Fives blocked him with his arm

Dogma was biting his lip so hard it had gone white. He was used to bullying ever since he’d beat his cadet training in ARC trooper time and became the laughing stock of his brothers, stuck-up Dogma, the sheb'urcyin ass-kisser. But just like when Krell laughed at him for trusting his orders, Dogma had a breaking point. And when he drove a tension-loaded fist to Fives’ face, nothing could’ve prepared the former ARC trooper.

When the two brothers dropped down in a mess of punches and angry snarling, Echo somehow managed to shove his blunt prosthetic arm between them, elbowing Dogma in the ribs with his flesh arm and pushing Fives down on the ground with the other one.

“Stop it. Stop this shit now!” Dogma rolled to the side, coughing, and Fives did the same, wiping the blood off his lips. Echo helped Dogma sit up. “Fives, if you open your mouth one more time, I’m gonna lock you out, you hear me?”

Fives spat blood on the floor, cursing. Echo helped him sit up too, rubbing his forehead to then run his hand over his buzz cut hair and reached for his watercolor palette and a brush.

“Okay, we’ll pretend all this ridiculous display didn’t happen and that we are all grown men trying to help each other.” At that, Dogma rubbed a red mark over his cheekbone and Fives picked at one of his teeth to see if it was still rooted in place. Echo sighed. “Now Dogma, lend me your arm. Can I hold it for a moment?”

Dogma hesitated, still rubbing his face to then slowly lower his arm. Echo held his wrist to then wet the paintbrush in the water, running it over some light blue paint and painting a thin line over Dogma’s scarred forearm. Dogma flinched at the cold sensation of the paint on his skin.

“What are you doing?”

Echo shrugged, painting a twin line beside the first one.

“No idea. Painting is relaxing for me, so I thought it could be relaxing for you. Y’know, I made the custom painting of my armor after our mission in the Rishi Moon outpost, Fives’ too. I made him an awesome Z-6 blaster cannon on his shoulder pads.”

Fives was still licking the blood off his lips and looking at Echo and Dogma as if they were some alien species performing some sort of weird ritual.

“Yeah, brag all you want, but the Rishi Eel was my design.”

Echo offered Dogma his brush.

“Here, try it, the paint’s not toxic. Paint something over these scars.”

Dogma hesitated.

“I… I can’t draw for shit, Echo.”

“Doesn’t matter, just slather some color over this, have fun.” He held the brush out to Dogma again “Go on.”

Dogma knitted his brows to then pick up the brush, cleaning it in the water.

“Can I use these?” he pointed at the palette

“Knock youself out.”

Dogma ran the bristles over the purple paint and Dogma turned to Fives.

“The only positive thing about your Rishi Eel was its symmetry.”

Fives scoffed.

“Do I sense jealousy, brother?”

“You sense artistic sensibility, smartass.”

“Ah, real mature… Holy shit.”

Fives leaned over to look at the purple organic, curved lines that Dogma now detailed with red tips; it was clearly a representation of the weird flora they’d encountered in Umbara, among which they would also find vixus, a nasty tentacle-wielding creature that could eat up a whole trooper in one go.

“‘Can’t draw for shit’, yeah right.” Fives said in annoyed awe, “you could’ve stolen Tup’s place as the 501st tattoo artist.”

He clenched his teeth at that. Shit. Fuck. Talking about Tup still hurt like hell.

Dogma placed the paintbrush down, looking at the stunning art piece in his arm.

“So what?” he asked Echo “When I shower, it’ll all come out. What’s the point?”

Echo tapped a finger to his lips pensively. Well, he had a point. At that, Fives sighed, scratching his beard.

“Whatever, draw another. Just… Just play with the paint, draw something on your arm, draw skywalker’s annoying droid if you must, that one that used to drive commander Wolffe crazy. Just…” he sighed “If you get your bes’bev and you think about cutting your arm, get a brush instead, okay? Can you do that?”

Dogma looked at Fives with surprise in his eyes, and then he nodded.

“Yeah… I can do that.”

Fives got up to his feet, stretching his arms to then crack his knuckles.

“Good, great. Now, I smell overcooked potatoes and I’m blaming this all on you, Echo.”

Echo got up to his feet surprisingly fast.

“Ah, damn it!” he bolted out of the room, dashing into the kitchen to save their dinner

Fives laughed softly, walking out of the room and, turning to look at Dogma who still admired the art on his arm like he’d never seen it before.

“Hey Dogma.” Dogma looked to him “About Tup… I’ll tell you all about what happened to him. Just… Just give me some time, okay?”

Dogma looked surprised once again, and once again he nodded.

When the three men sat at the table, Fives looked at Echo’s prosthetic hand that he’d use to cut him a nice chunk of baked fish and steamed potatoes with easy, perfect movements, so different from the clumsy man unused to his prosthetics; he then turned to look at Dogma, who had dug up a bottle of a good wine brought by Rex on his first visit there when he’d brought him Fives, and that they’d keep for special occasions. Dogma raised his glass to Fives and the clone toasted along Dogma and Echo, taking a sip.

Later that night as they’d drink their third glass of wine, Fives started to think out loud.

“We’re born in Kamino but we’re not Kaminoans” he said a little tipsily

“Thank the stars, we’re prettier than those necky jiriads!” Echo laughed, and Fives laughed too, already used to how much more susceptible to alcohol he was

“Shh, let the man talk.” even Dogma was giggling, putting his glass down

“Like I was saying.” Fives cleared his throat, still smiling “We are born in Kamino but we are not Kaminoans. We have Mandalorian blood, we wear their garments, we speak their tongue but we are also not Mandalorian. We belong to the Republic, but we fight alongside the Jedi. It’s kind of hard to know where we belong. It’s…” the smile in his lips faded away “It’s easy to feel lost.”

At that Echo and Dogma grimaced a little too but Fives sighed, smiling more softly now.

“I… I could feel really lost out here, away from my mission and from everything I’ve ever known, after their betrayal, after everything. But with you guys by my side, I think I’ll survive this mess. I think we all will.”

Echo smiled back at Fives, reaching his flesh hand to him.

“I couldn’t have said it better, vod.”

Fives grabbed his hand and glanced at Dogma.

“you too, baby brother, c’m’ere.”

Dogma smirked, grabbing onto Fives’ and Echo’s hand, his beautifully painted arm exposed.

“Yeah, we’re gonna make it.” he said “We’ll be fine.”

We will, Fives had thought as his chest stopped feeling tight for the first time since he’d been shot back in Cosruscant, and he drew in a blissfully deep breath. We’ll be just fine.

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