#dinos part helping me calm down

[fairlyang]

Easy money II 🕷️

asked to do yet another shoot but with a plot twist

w/c: 2.4K

pairing: pornstaroomie!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, making out, handjob, blowjob

part one — part three

Two weeks had passed and it was almost as if that shoot never happened.

We both went back to normal, only talking when we walked past each other or offered each other dinner.

But besides that it'd be fairly quiet.

Well obviously besides when he'd bring other girls over for more shoots.

Almost every. damn. night.

It drove me insane because I kinda wanted to do another with him but wasn't sure how to ask or offer myself up.

So instead I dealt with the fact that I'd probably not get another chance and just listened to him at work every night with my toys between my legs because I couldn't help myself and I was growing more jealous with every new girl he'd bring in.

I just wanted him to fuck me like he'd fuck them-

Or even suck him off.

But alas it looked like that wasn't gonna happen so I lost all hope until I got a notification from my bank that left me thinking I was dreaming. Or dead.

"MIGUEL O'HARA sent you $5,000"

What. The. Fuck.

I open up my bank app and sure enough I now have $8K. My eyes almost bulged out of my eyes and I cover my mouth, utterly shocked.

I immediately get up from my bed and practically sprinted to his room banging on his door like a psychopath.

"COME IN!" He yelled and I burst through the door, holding out my phone.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!!?" I yell, doing extra theatrics with my hands to accentuate my confusion.

"It's your half of the video." He says matter of factly making me gasp.

"That video made $10,000?!?" I exclaim and a smirk tugs on his lips.

"What can I say the people liked it." He says and sits up from his bed.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that, I was thinking we should do another...." He continues then mumbles the last part but I heard him clearly.

I kept my excitement hidden but inside I felt giddy and wanted to jump up and down. But maybe then he'd change his mind so staying calm it is.

"Oh yeah?" I ask and he shrugs, trying to act casual as if it hasn't been on his mind since he noticed the success and that he's been wanting to have you in his videos before you filled in.

"If you'd want to that is." He says and you shrug.

My heart was racing, palms sweaty, it was getting much harder to act cool now that he was awaiting my response. I clear my throat and nod, "I'm down."

Miguel nodded and stood up, "are you busy tonight?"

I laugh, shaking my head not too surprised he wanted to film already. "Let's do it."

He grins and gets up from his bed, walking over to his chest in front of his bed and grabs his tripods. He then grabs the masks we used last time, throwing the pink one at me which I made sure to quickly catch. "So what do you have in mind?" I ask and play with the mask between my fingers.

"Well the people," he starts walking over to the couch he had by his window, "really wanted to see you in action."

"Me?" I ask and raise an eyebrow, could I be so lucky...

He nods and places the tripod in front of couch, positioning it correctly before taking out his phone out of his pocket. "We could do a handjob if you'd like." He says looking down at his phone and typing.

"Or if you want more money..." he coos making me chuckle.

Only for the money....

Of course...

"Should I change?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Well actually just take off those horrendous pj pants." He teases making me snort.

"You're wearing batman pants-"

"Batman is cool-"

"At your grown ass age-"

"Better than dinosaurs." He snorts and I gasp.

"Take that back! We literally watched Jurassic Park after the first shoot..." I say and playfully glare at him as he finally looks up at me.

Only he could rock those ugly pants.

Only you could rock dino pjs, he thought to himself before shaking his head. Focus.

"So oral hm?" I mumble and walk over to him as he places his phone on the tripod.

"Mhm if you want." He responds making me chuckle.

I move my hair back and slip the mask over my head then fixing it so I could see right and my mouth was out. Then I groan and shake my head, "this thing is gonna be a fucking mess by the end of this."

"It'll be worth it." He says with a smirk sending a shiver down my spine.

Finally.

"And I'm honestly thinking no more collabs after this." He mutters making me scoff.

"Yeah right-"

"No seriously." He replies sincerely and shrugs.

"Well maybe besides with you.. it would be easier since you're already here..." he says looking back at his phone, avoiding my gaze.

Huh-

"Plus I know this kind of money could help us both. You work so hard and don't get paid nearly enough for all you do." He says now finally looking up and into my eyes.

I bite my lip and breathe in through my nose then exhale, should I?

It was a much bigger step, technically like being partners in a way. And surely this way he'd fuck me eventually-

"And I mean this sincerely, the 'fans' loved you out of all the girls I've worked with. Said our 'connection was unmatched.'" He says in quotation marks which stung a little, but I ignored it.

He then presses on his phone and walks toward me, "and I think I agree with them." He sighs and I could feel my heart racing.

"Really?" I whisper as he steps in front of me.

He nods and brings his hands up to cup my jaw, "Really." He breathes out and I almost immediately melted into his touch.

He then did the unexpected and made this sweet little moment even sweeter by leaning in and kissing me softly. It was so gentle and it had me questioning if he did this with the other girls. Or to show he really wanted to do this with me and not just this shoot but future ones.

I shook my thoughts away and kissed back, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He moved us to the right so we'd be on camera then sits us both down on the couch with me on his left. I could feel my heart thumping and it made me so nervous thinking he could feel it too. But he was too focused on this sweet kiss there was no way that'd be something he's paying attention to.

Surely.

Meanwhile in Miguel's head all he could think of was hoping you couldn't tell how overexcited he was. Hell after the first shoot he's just missed your touch, your body, your sounds.

But he didn't want to overstep so he kept his distance and stayed to himself.

Then after every shoot after that one it just didn't feel the same. With you it felt natural, it didn't feel like you were putting on a show but actually caring about your pleasure.

But in todays case, it'd be his pleasure. Which he was so ecstatic about. Every time a girl would be sucking him off he'd just close his eyes and imagine it were you. And now it was finally going to happen and he didn't have to pretend anymore.

Finally.

His hands were tracing my body slowly which made me realize I should be the one doing that. This whole scenario was gonna be about him technically.

I deepen the kiss and move my left hand to his hair, playing around with the curls at the back of his neck. With my right hand I graze against his collarbone softly while I slide my tongue into his mouth.

He moaned into my mouth making me squeeze my thighs together then move my hand, trailing down his body.

I lightly grazed his abs but my hands stayed put on the waistband of his pants. I pull away from the kiss that left us both breathless but then bring my face down to his neck, leaving soft kisses on his warm skin before toying with the waistband.

He bucked his hips up but I just moved my hand away, up to his stomach. I let it sit there while I leave a few marks on his neck, making sure it'd last a handful of days.

I move up a little and nibble on his ear before moving my hand down and on his already hard bulge. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel the thickness then take a look down and that was when I noticed he was breathing heavy.

I turned to look at him and his eyes were shut and his lips were shaking. I smile and bring my hand down, palming him over his pants as I watch him let out a small moan.

I was already starting to feel my panties getting soaked which only surprised me that it didn't happen sooner.

I rub the outline of his dick gently, which earns me breathy moans that were music to my ears. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me and was about to say something when i slipped my hand down his pants and stroked him over his boxers.

He moaned again and it only gave me motivation to keep going, to hear those moans that were because of me. Not another girl. But me.

I then couldn't help myself nor how quickly I took the pj pants off him but he didn't seem to mind. I then grabbed his dick and slipped it out of the hole of his boxers. I look down at it on my hands and gulp, he was so thick and leaking so much precum.

I open my mouth and spit on his angry tip, watching as it dribbles down then start stroking it with my right hand before it could go all the way down. He lets out a loud moan and bucks his hips up, thrusting himself into my hand which only made more wet because he looks so good.

I stroke him faster and continue watching his face, his cheeks were rosy and there were beads of sweat along his forehead and he laid his head back against the couch. "Feel good Mig?" I murmur and he brings his head up nodding.

He then looks down at my hand and groans, "so fucking good baby."

I hum and continue my pace, then moving my face closer to his and leave a kiss on his cheek before kissing along his jaw. "Oh fuck baby-“

I then pull away and drop to my knees in front of him. I continue stroking him, staring up at him with big doe eyes before moving closer and leaving a little kiss on his tip making him groan.

I squeezed my thighs together and smiled up at him before leaving kitten licks on his tip and lightly circle around it earning myself a deep moan. "Just like that pretty girl-"

"Oh shit!" He moans as I slip him inside my mouth, bringing my head down as he tilts his head back.

I move my head down as much as I could, barely able to take half before pulling back and letting the drool drip out of my mouth and back onto his tip. I slip him back in my mouth and try to take more than the first time, already gagging on it but I wanted to take it all.

I pull back with no luck then try once more, taking him in my mouth and then go down as far as possible until I'm gagging on him and then going down further, finally able to take all of him down my throat.

"Fuck! God baby you're taking it s-so fucking good." Miguel moans and I feel myself clench around nothing.

I pull out then immediately go back down again, having him hit my throat some more. I then feel his hands hold onto my head so I freely let him guide me.

With teary eyes I look up at him and moaning at the sight of him rolls his eyes back, moaning louder and louder the more I take him. "So fucking good to me-" he moans and forces me to move my head harder.

"Take that fucking dick pretty girl- fuck- I know you can take it." He groans and slowly starts thrusting up into me.

I close my eyes and let him take full control which he was clearly, very appreciative of. He began thrusting his hips up then shoved my head down as deep as it could go then thrust down.

"Such a dirty fucking girl for me- taking all that cock-" he breathes out and starts thrusting his hips up faster but his grip on my head loosened.

"Oh baby- you have no idea how long I've needed that pretty mouth of yours. Too fucking long-" he moans making me whimper against him and I feel his cock begin to twitch in my mouth.

"Mmm gonna give you a load you deserve-" he murmurs and I squeeze my thighs feeling my arousal dripping to my inner thighs.

"All this cum just for you baby. Fuck!" And with one final deep thrust he came down my throat, I quickly swallowed and then pulled away, taking a deep breath before trying to control my breathing.

He then reaches down and grabs me, pulling me up and smashing our lips together. He places me on his lap as I kiss back and let him taste himself in my mouth. He then pulls away and gives me a small smile which I returned with pleasure.

But he then gave me a goofy grin which only made me laugh and playfully slap his shoulder. He rolls his eyes then pecks my lips softly before placing my head on his chest.

His heart was thumping clear as day.

"Only you cause this, with or without a shoot." He admits quietly and I quickly look up at him with wide eyes.

"I really would love to make content with just you." He says then quickly adds, "not just out of convenience."

I smile and feel my whole body grow warm, "so when's a good time to have the 'what are we' chat?" I joke and he bursts out laughing.

"We can be whatever you want us to be." He says and brings a hand to my cheek, lightly stroking it making me melt into his touch.

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[concretevampire]

Building Holes

Part One

mike schmidt x afab!reader ☆ 8.9k ☆ no use of y/n and no reader description ☆ meeting for the first time; people being humans; adult themes; no serious warnings

A/N: I’ve been a FNAF and Josh Hutcherson fan since I was in middle school so this feels necessary. updates for this story will be (mostly) regular. English is not my first language.

You can see the panic in his eyes before he probably even thinks about it.

You don’t know him. Of course you don’t, he’s just a guy who happened to be standing in front of you at the check-out line.

But you feel bad. Really bad.

The cashier: they look disgruntled. Annoyed too. You can hardly blame them though– crying children irritate people– but you can’t help but be irked. Whoever this guy is, he’s obviously trying his best.

And what can you really do when something like this happens?

Some glittery, pink, thingamajig was right in the little girl’s line of sight and kids don’t like the word “no”. It didn’t help that he barely glanced at her when he told her off mundanely; quietly, eyes trained on the scan of item after item.

So, she’s throwing a fit. A torrential, hysterical, fit.

She can’t be older than nine, you think. And him, maybe a college student. An odd pair, but the world is filled with those. They’re so human it almost hurts; a gasp for air, a vase that’s older than you are; autumn leaves on concrete, the curve of a dandelion.

He’s processed his panic now, going pale as he spins to look between the girl and the cashier. Bag the groceries or calm her down?

The cashier looks more exasperated than anything else now. Impatience billows like drying laundry in their chest, wafting dew toward you.

A particularly pitiful sound shrieks from the girl and the thought that you want to go home enters your mind. It’s selfish, especially as you watch this guy bend down onto one knee, his thumbs wiping away the tears that muck the girl’s cheeks; muttering apologies and gentle pleas to quiet.

The fluorescent lighting of the store deepens the shadows underneath his eyes.

You decide then that your groceries aren’t really an emergency but the only thing you’ve got in the fridge is pickles and frozen pizza. You could make do but you don't want to.

“Do you want me to bag your groceries for you?” You ask, side-stepping past your cart and to The Guy, who’s precariously offering hushed solutions to the girl’s self-imposed grief.

He looks up; between you, his girl, the cashier, then the box of cereal on the counter that sits soundly.

Blue and unbothered.

Back to you. His eyes shine so brightly, you find yourself convinced he’s on the verge of tears. That’s just how he looks, you realize. Dark, dark eyes– condors and tarmac– and the twinkle of artificial light in them.

He nods weakly. “If you don’t mind.”

You shrug and walk past him, to the end of the cash register.

There’s Chef Boyardee, Donettes, Yummy Dino Buddies; they all get bagged– one by one– together. The Guy comes to stand next to you, now holding his girl; her ruddy, sobbing face tucked warmly into the crook of his neck. She’s clinging to his OMSI: Pacific Marine Camps t-shirt, snot getting on the printed Spicebush Swallowtail.

His dark eyes follow your hands as you set aside the eggs.

“Thank you,” he says, but you’re barely halfway done. He’s earnest about it though; gaze on your jaw as one of his warm palms rubs firm circles into the girl’s back.

You shake your head half-heartedly. “It’s okay,” you tell him.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I offered.”

He goes quiet, glancing towards the cashier a couple of times nervously. “Most people wouldn’t.”

“I dunno,” you set the eggs on top of the Donettes and whip open a new bag to place milk and Kraft Mac n’ Cheese in. “Stuff like this happens all the time.”

The little girl’s sobs have receded into hiccups and sniffles, still crying, but quiet.

The cashier picks at their nails.

When you finish bagging The Guy’s groceries, you give him a smile. Something that you hope is reassuring. Warm: the apple cider you had a week ago bubbling up on your cheeks.

Then, you return to your cart and the cashier begins scanning your items.

The Guy lingers.

A minute later he’s offering to pay for your groceries.

“You’re acting like you’re in debt,” you tease with a bewildered smile, borderline grimace.

“I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

When you exit, he follows; pushing his cart with one hand, holding the girl up with the other. She’s not crying anymore.

The pair follow as you step over a mess of expired coupons that have been trodden into a fine paste over the parking lot’s concrete. Baby wipes: two for one.

“You’ve gotta let me repay you,” he implores.

You shrug a shoulder.

He opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the right words. And there probably aren’t any, but you can’t tell him that. That’s something he’s gotta figure out on his own. You throw the back of your car open and shove groceries in.

He watches quietly.

“Thank you,” he then says, stubbornly. Like you’re a tornado; flightless fog and feathered ozone, a nightmare, something so earnestly destructive.

He has no clue how to approach it. You.

You turn to him fully, the air turning more yellow between the two of you as the evening deepens. The sun, a molten yolk melting and dipping into the bread of the Earth’s foundation.

He’s handsome— strong arms, broad shoulders, sharp jaw— and entirely constructed by hard-headed exhaustion.

Awfully young to be taking care of a girl like that, you think, but shit happens.

Shit always happens.

You close the trunk of your car.

“Good luck,” you tell The Guy, waving softly.

He’s quiet but he begins to step away, and the girl finally looks up– still clutching onto his shirt. Her dark, dark eyes glue stickily to yours: a gooey, feathered, glittery, arts n’ crafts project.

You smile at her, something you hope is reassuring. She sniffles.

“Thanks,” he says, moving further away, “you too.”

•---------•

“Happy Birthday.” You present the manilla folder lazily to David. He raises a brow.

“Those aren’t the divorce papers, are they?”

“Um,” you bring the folder back to your chest– an evil, rectangular teddy bear– and flip it open, “‘Complaint for Divorce’ in parentheses, ‘No Children’,” you look back at him. “I dunno, could be.”

He groans and reorganizes the staplers on his desk that have already been neatly placed at the corner. Twenty-degree angles on top of ninety-degree angles. All aligned in minimalist, careful, simplicity.

Perfect.

“I’m glad someone’s getting some amusement out of my divorce,” David groans, flipping drawers open and closed. Looking for something imaginary, something that will keep him busy. An object that will be an excuse in the future for his own failures.

“Our divorce,” you plea sarcastically, “You’re not gonna be my brother-in-law any more.” As if it ever mattered.

“Why are you here anyway?” He asks, finally straightening. One of his thick brows raises. “And not her assistant?”

“She wanted the personal touch.” You joke, setting the folder down on his desk. It feels incriminating when you hold it yourself as if you’re the one holding the gun up to their marriage, pulling the trigger. David eyes the folder warily. He reaches a skinny hand out, flipping through the papers tentatively.

His tendons swing and swell like frantic waves under his tan skin.

“I guess one nice thing about marrying a lawyer is that paperwork’s never a problem,” he mutters.

“And there are copies.”

“Oh, joy!” He exclaims, but then slumps in his chair, temples balanced in his palms. He’s awfully small like this. Crumpled at his desk. His blue and green argyle tie, a ruined knot at his neck. Gray suit, a poor stitch of used paper towels surrounding his frame.

Something about seeing a man so weak feels sacrilegous. Feels like a taunt. Feels like God is sitting on your shoulder and giggling.

It doesn’t help that his desk is so pristine. Neat where David is fucked. A nameplate sits perfectly in the center: DAVID CASTILLO VICE PRINCIPAL, it screams, confident.

“I should go,” you say when he doesn’t twitch from his hunched position for sixty seconds.

He nods, then shakes his head, then pinches the bridge of his nose as if a spider’s unfurled its legs in the cave of it. “No,” he starts, “No, um,” he glances at the divorce papers and looks away just as quickly. There’s a picture of him and your sister hanging on the wall to his left. He stares at the frame. “How about I take you out to dinner? Or something?”

“Sure,” you shrug.

“Okay.” David inhales deeply.

It’s quiet. A clock on his wall ticks, again and again, impending itself into your skin and his soul. “Do you want me to wait outside?” You ask, pointing a thumb at the door.

“Please,” he mutters.

The school is empty. The ‘Welcome Back to School!’ display is still up in the lobby, even though it’s mid-September and a chill is starting to ghost the air every few days. A janitor scoops up a leaking trash bag, throws it over his shoulder, and rolls the bin into the hallway.

You stroll past a wall absolutely littered with papers; drawings hung up like samara fruit in waxy colors. Lots of suns with smiley faces and brown, pea-bodied dogs. Theres a family of rainbow turtles and a wonky drawing of Ariel from The Little Mermaid. You recognize a dragon and a field of camels too. It’s endearing.

David wanted kids. Your sister didn’t.

That’s not the reason they’re getting a divorce but it’s one of those little microcosms that sums up why.

One little minute passed but it changed the hour. Changed the day too, maybe. Or the week. The month. For all you know, even the year. That’s what happened with them.

Just one minute. That’s all it takes.

You expect the cafeteria to be empty like everything else but it isn’t. There’s a woman sitting near the entrance with barrel hips and kinky, salt-and-pepper hair that's clipped back viciously in a bun. She smells warm, like peaches and laundry detergent; shea butter too.

A spice you only dream about.

The woman looks up at you from her book– something by Toni Morrison– and her brown and pink lips purse at you.

For a second she looks mean, but her hands seem so soft; so, so soft; the color of warm, brown egg shells. Her nails are lacquered in a hazy shade of lavender that reminds you of glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling and the taste of milk with honey.

Sweet potato pie.

“Are you here for Abby Schmidt?” She asks, her voice low and smooth like the afterthought of a lullaby. Her eyes then turn to a girl sitting at one of the cafeteria tables. She sits alone, her dark hair hanging in rivulets around her ears and jaw, and she scribbles mindlessly with crayons on paper.

“No,” you tell her, adjusting your messenger bag a little. “I was just dropping something off for Mr. Castillo.”

The woman closes her book. Her eyebrows are thin. Neat stitches arched above wrinkles. “Are you a friend of David’s?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Okay,” she relents and opens her book again. You smile fractionally and nod, even though she doesn’t see.

Your footsteps echo against the linoleum as you walk deeper into the heart of the cafeteria. The girl doesn’t look up from her work, even as you approach, and you find yourself standing behind her. You’re looking over her shoulder at her art, arms clasped behind your back.

“I like your drawing,” you utter. The girl— Abby— turns to look up at you. Her eyes stick to yours.

“Thank you,” she says, trading a green crayon for a pink one. Then she looks back up, assessing you like you’re a division problem she hasn’t quite learned yet. “I like your jacket.” She settles.

“Thanks,” you say genuinely, shifting on your feet, “Can I sit with you?”

Abby nods and scoots over as you join her. She keeps coloring. Your eyes scan her drawing some more.

Two scribbled figures. Both with dark hair, and dark eyes, and smiles. One is taller than the other, and you can tell that the shorter one is herself: she’s wearing the red overalls in her drawing. The taller figure sports a green sweater— deep green.

Evergreens, ferns; huckleberries falling off the branch.

“Is that your dad?” You ask, hand waving towards the taller figure. She shakes her head.

“That’s Mike. He’s my brother.”

You nod. “Is that who you’re waiting for?”

“Mhm. But he’ll be here soon.” She checks the little purple watch on her wrist like she’s the president of the United States. “He’s usually late.” She turns to you. “Are you waiting for someone too?”

You guess you are. “Yeah.”

“Are they late?”

You shrug. “Sorta.”

Abby then narrows her eyes at your face. “I know you,” she says resolutely.

“Do you?” You ask, propping your head up with a palm as you rest your elbow on the cafeteria table.

“Yeah. You’re that lady who helped Mike at the grocery store.”

Your brows twitch upward, an interested leer wide on your lips. Abby looks suddenly familiar. Dark, dark eyes and fluorescents catching on them.

You’re surprised she remembers that at all; not only because it happened back during the tail-end of July, but because she was sobbing through the whole situation. She only saw your face for a solid five seconds and still recognized you as That Lady.

Smart girl.

“Yeah, that was me.”

She assesses you again; but more like a bird on a tree. “I’m Abby.”

“Nice to meet you, Abby.” You introduce yourself too. She beams and turns back to coloring. You watch and then ask, “Can I draw with you?” and Abby is quick to shove a paper and brown crayon in your hand.

She seems very pleased about the development.

Ten minutes later she’s frowning at your purple cow-dog-unicorn-thing and shaking her head. “I don’t think it looks like a cow.”

You look down at your work with her.

“Maybe if you squint? It’s abstract.” You narrow your eyes and bite the flesh of your cheek, doing what you think the high masters did when they made shit too.

She tries a squint and then frowns harder. “No.”

You laugh. “Well, maybe it’s my own animal.”

“Does it have a name?”

“Hmm. Wanna help me think of one?”

“Umm,” Abby tilts her head this way and that, the curls of her hair springing as she does. “I can’t think of anything.”

Before you can reply with something funny, someone runs into the cafeteria, panting. It’s The Guy. Mike. Her brother.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Harris, I-“

The woman ignores him, flipping another page in her book. He sighs and swallows, turning towards Abby. Then he looks flatly at you.

Abby stares– unwavering– as he walks over, hands crossed neatly over one another on the table. Mike takes her scrutiny like it’s orange juice with pulp while glancing strangely between her face and yours.

“Mike,” she starts. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, I know, um,” he looks vaguely towards you. This feels like a routine and it feels like you're breaking it.

Abby introduces you. “This is the nice lady from the grocery store.” She supplies. His eyes widen momentarily, suddenly putting all the pieces of the past and the present together, a jigsaw falling into place. His eyes trace the slant of your nose, the curve of your eyes; linger on the pocket above your lips and the eve of your jaw.

Mike clears his throat and straightens his back. “I didn’t know you worked here?”

“I don’t,” you say, and look at your purple abomination. “A family member does.”

Mike nods and momentarily loses interest, walking around the table and grabbing Abby’s backpack. He slings it across his shoulder. It’s phenomenally tiny on his sback and you realize just how small Abby is. And the little pack is so bright against him too; shining in reds, and yellows, and deep blue cerulean against the gray-green of his jacket.

Abby stands, gathers her drawings (yours too), and grabs Mike’s hand when he offers it. There are bandaids on his thumb and pointer finger, bruises like nightshade crawling from underneath the torn brown.

But Abby doesn’t look away from you when Mike makes it for the exit. She makes an annoyed, high-pitched sound from the back of her throat and glues her eyes to yours desperately.

He stops, head knocking back to stare at the ceiling tiredly, before dropping to look at her. “What’s wrong?” He asks her gently.

“Wanna go to Sparky’s with us?” Abby asks you, with no regard towards Mike. Like he’s an imaginary presence. His eyes go wide though, catching the light like moths as he stares tight-lipped and in utter horror at the back of Abby’s head.

And then he comes to terms with it, frowning between you and her.

“Um,” you start, then scoot closer to Abby in your seat. Your eyes level with hers. “I think that’s something you need to ask Mike about,” you settle gently, hoping its the right thing to say.

She whips her head to look up at him. “Can they go to Sparky’s with us?”

Mike clears his throat; shifts his stance like it’ll suddenly root the words into his mind; adjusts the strap of Abby’s bag on his shoulder.

“Maybe later,” he decides.

“When?”

“Abby. C’mon.”

“When, Mike?”

You rise from your seat. “Are you free Friday?” You ask him, head tilting. He purses his lips at you, jaw working, and then seemingly gives up.

“After four, yeah.”

“Great. Me too.”

“Okay.”

“Friday at five then?” You beam down at Abby. “Sparky’s right?” Back at Mike. “That’s on 65th and Jefferson?”

“Yeah. Sure, sounds good.” He says, but you don’t believe him. He’s got this barely-there wince on his face like there’s a nail in his shoe.

He’s sorry, you realize. Sorry about Abby; sorry that he’s supposedly forced you into this. You shake your head at him with an easy smile.

It’s okay. But he doesn’t believe you either.

You feel like he’s the type of person who’s always on his own page. Not because he wants to be but because he’s worried that other people can’t read between the lines. Can’t look deeper, past the words and into the real meat of it all.

Or maybe Mike’s more comfortable ripping the book apart than letting anybody settle down into it with him.

He leaves.

Abby waves at you, a flutter of little fingers as she walks out the door too, trailing behind Mike.

David shows up five minutes later.

His tie is situated perfectly around his neck; firm and rigid into the confines of his freshly buttoned suit. He smiles at Mrs. Harris and she asks him how he is. David says he’s fine. You wish he didn’t have to lie but he waves you over like his life is a dream and you accept that this is the reality he wants. And that you’re, in some way, a part of it.

Dinner with him is a blur. The week is a blur.

On Friday, you almost forget that you’ve committed to go to Sparky’s but one of your coworkers mentions how her daughter has a ballet recital; and you’re suddenly reminded of Abby.

Reminded of the fact that there’s now apparently a child in your life that is affected by your actions.

You think for a moment to talk about Abby but remember suddenly that you don’t really know a thing about her. You don’t know whether she prefers apple juice or orange juice: what her favorite cartoon is: or if she’s still using kid’s toothpaste.

Abby’s not your kid or your little sister, and that fact doesn’t change even if you think she’s cute and funny.

You wonder what she’s drawn today.

Maybe she’ll show you. You think about how small she is and if her little eyes will stare into yours, hop-scotching across the strange adult sadness you can’t seem to shake off on warm, overcast days like today.

You drown out thoughts with the radio while you drive to Sparky’s.

It’s a hard place to miss.

It’s just outside the center of town, and the flat-topped building sits under a large neon sign that says “SPAKY’S GIL & DINR” because the owner can’t really afford to fix the letters that don’t light up anymore. The smiling, cartoon dog– Sparky— doesn’t light up anymore either.

He’s got bird shit on his left eye.

You’re five minutes early when you open the glass door to the diner. A bell tinkles, signaling your arrival.

Mike and Abby have already situated themselves in one of the gray laminate booths. They sit on one side together. Abby’s got her head down, already scribbling at a paper with a green, broken crayon. Mike’s looking out the window, an arm across the back of the booth behind her. Calm, reserved.

A little, yellow teddy bear is propped up between them.

Mike only turns your way when you sit down across from him. Abby looks up from her drawing immediately, her head jolting up. Her grin is palpable, like strawberry shortcake, when you say hi.

“You came!” She exclaims, grip tightening on the crayon. It might snap.

You smile. “Of course I did. I said I would, didn’t I?”

Abby nods and returns to drawing; her arm moving twice as fast as it was before you came.

Mike makes eye contact with you. His eyes then drop to linger on the collar of your shirt, reading the hem like an instruction manual, before raising again.

You’re not sure what he learned from the stitching.

Something by The Doors is droning on the speaker; fuzzy, blurry, like fog. Jim Morrison moans out “Let it roll, baby, roll~” and your foot taps along.

“Did you just get back from work?” You ask him, shrugging your jacket off.

“Yep.”

“What do you do?”

“Construction.” Something you could’ve guessed, judging by the Carhartt pants and steel-toed boots.

“Nice,” you say, authentically.

He nods, then says, “How about you?” like the words are gumming to his teeth.

“Boring stuff,” you wave Mike off and watch Abby trade for a blue crayon. She’s humming along to the music. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face and turn your head back to sit eye-to-eye. He raises a quizzical brow. “Seriously,” you implore.

“You don’t have a job,” He says simply. He’s not really bothered by the notion that you’re unemployed.

“I do,” you huff, “I just,” so you tell him about it. He looks tired while you talk, occasionally eyeing the ketchup and continuously rereading the label while actively pretending not to. But he’s an honest, good sport about it; at the very least trying to seem interested. Mike nods in all the right places, giving “yeahs” and “mhms” when he should.

In the middle of your drone, the waitress comes.

She’s fifty-something, with chalky eyeliner bleeding under her eyes; her ginger-dyed hair is pulled back in an impressively messy beehive. You easily imagine royal honey dripping from the split ends. She smells like stevia and tobacco. The name tag on her chest says “Susie”.

Susie blinks at you warmly and tiredly. “What can I get for you?”

Mike orders first, orders for Abby– who barely flinches at the mention of her name– and then you order.

Susie leaves without writing any of it down.

Mike turns back to you, tense. “You don’t mind paying for yourself, right?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you joke, but he doesn’t really smile. Abby suddenly looks up from her art and leans in your direction, a little valence electron swarming into a new orbital. Her small shoulder pushes into Mike’s bicep. He stills her with a soft look like he wants to pillow her in peach fuzz and call it a night.

“Do you like your job?” She asks, sitting up on her knees. The hand Mike has resting on the booth moves to fix her sweater to her shoulder. She doesn’t even flinch.

You shrug a little. “It’s okay.”

She seems troubled. “Why do grown-ups never like their jobs?”

You stifle a laugh but shake your head. “I’m not sure about that. There are a lot of grown-ups who like their jobs.”

“I don’t know any.”

You glance at Mike.

He’s wincing at her words– scratching at the skin behind his ear– looking properly embarrassed. They’re a funny pair; like pickle relish and peanut butter. Weird fishes swimming and circling together because they have nowhere else to go. They know this routine; know the angle of each other’s currents.

“There are,” you assure her. Your eyes drift toward the drawing she abandoned. “What do you wanna be when you’re grown-up?”

She shrugs and tells you “I dunno,” like it’s the easiest answer in the world. “This boy, Jesse, in my class, he wants to be an astronaut.”

“Do you want to be an astronaut?”

“Sure. Space is cool. And the moon is pretty.” Abby looks towards the ceiling as if it’ll break apart and reveal Mars.

Your fingers reach tentatively for her art and when she doesn’t protest, you take it fully. You hold her work up with two hands in front of your face like a mask. “You don’t wanna be an artist?” You ask with a sly smile, peeking around the drawing. She shrugs again and Mike rubs her back a little.

You face the paper.

It’s a grassy scene; blue sky, yellow sun wearing sunglasses. Five figures are the subject; Abby in the middle and then two other children on each side of her. On her left; a redhead boy with a hook for a hand and another boy in a top hat. On her right; a blonde girl in a pink dress and finally, a boy in blue with bunny ears.

You put down the paper to look at Abby. Her eyes are wide, expectant. Mike’s are the same.

“Are these your friends?”

“Yes!” Abby exclaims and leans on the table to look at you closer. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” you grin, pleased.

Mike shifts awkwardly. “Imaginary,” he clarifies. “Imaginary friends.”

You give him a private, amused smile. He relaxes a little.

Abby hands you a blank paper. “You should draw your friends.”

You obey, picking up a crayon, starting with yourself. Mike watches you carefully, eyes on your hands, sometimes trailing the curve of your eyebrows and the fall of your lashes.

“You’re good,” he says as Abby hands you a pink crayon– which you take dutifully. You draw a flower while sending him a wry smile, shaking your head. “I’m serious,” he implores, but you can hear the joke behind it.

“Sure.”

Then you finish coloring your jeans in and lean back to think.

Friends. You could draw your sister. But she’s not a friend. She’s your sister, and a lawyer, and a now ex-wife, but she’s not a friend.

David isn’t a friend either.

Dinner with him was quiet and he’d broke down into tears (again) by the end of it. You paid for the bill out of pity. You think that’s probably the last time you’re ever going to see him.

The waitress drops your food off as you start to outline the shape of red overalls.

Abby chews deftly on her chicken nuggets and leans into Mike’s shoulder while he dips his burger into a heaping pool of ketchup: the two of them eye your drawing together. You’re reminded of this photo you saw once in a Nat Geo magazine of two dark-eyed owls burrowed together.

You bite a smile.

When you’re done coloring a green sweater, you straighten and pop a self-satisfied fry into your mouth.

Abby wipes her hands off with a napkin that Mike hands her and takes your drawing. She gasps when she sees. Mike’s brows raise and you reflexively hope he doesn’t hate it.

“It’s us!” Abby says excitedly, vibrating with joy. You take a bite of your food and nod. She turns to Mike, huffing, and very seriously tells, “This is for the fridge.”

And finally, Mike smiles, almost snorting. But all he does is nod and say “Sure is,” between his bite

“You even drew my overalls.”

“I did,” you say. “They’re totally cute.”

“I like the flowers you drew around us.”

“Pretty, right?”

Abby looks so happy you could scream.

By the time both Mike and you are done with your food, her eyes haven’t left the drawing. And you must be doing something right because at some point Mike smiles at you.

Quietly. Mostly unseen.

Mike is comfortably out of your reach but he flutters in and out of your grasp fleetingly; a moth seeking light, heat, maybe something more. When he lands, you don’t close your fingers; only hang your palm open and let him decide if he wants to stay.

Maybe you are on the same page but you’re not sure if he knows it.

When the check comes Mike suddenly offers to pay. You refuse, waving him off and sticking your card in with his.

Susie comes to pick it up and then returns five seconds later, wishing you a nice day. You walk out of the diner as one big group– Mike holding the door open for you and Abby– and you find yourselves stuck under neon signs.

Mike looks at Abby carefully. “Can you wait in the car for a second?” He asks. She looks immediately offended, wanting to say no.

He looks exhausted.

Abby glares at him, then looks sadly at you before walking away and clambering into the back seat of his Honda Accord.

You turn to Mike and he turns to you when the door slams shut.

“Thank you,” he says immediately like he’s been holding it in his lungs the entire time.

“It’s nothing.”

“No,” he urges, “seriously. Abby, she,” he glances at the car, “she has a really hard time with people. Shit, I have a hard time with her too and I’m her brother.” Mike takes a deep breath. “She really likes you.”

You’re quiet for a second, letting the shadow in your eyes escape and mingle with his. “I get it.” You tell him. “Kids are…” you scuff your shoe against the pavement, “hard. Big emotions, little bodies, ya know?”

He nods. “Yeah.” He exhales. “You’re good with her.”

“I was a weird kid too.” You tell Mike with a grin.

Something like a smile is offered as he shakes his head. “You, uh,” he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans and glues his eyes to the ground. “You wouldn’t mind meeting up again?”

You take a deep breath. This is a lot.

You should say, “Yes, I do mind,” but honestly, you really don’t. You’re not bothered by their company. You like both of them. Mike’s got something sad about him though; constantly in the eye of a storm, waiting for the hazard to hit again. And Abby’s Abby: sweet.

“It’s just, she doesn’t really,, click. But she did with you. And I know she’s gonna wanna see you again.” He elaborates.

“Sure,” you breathe, blinking. “Do you want my phone number or something?”

Mike nods. “Yeah, that’d be good.” He gives you his phone and sniffs when you enter your digits and hand it back.

You step away, steeping yourself deeper into the night. “See you around?”

“Yeah,” he nods and turns to his car. Abby rolls the window down, thin arms circling quickly, and peaks her head out.

“Bye!” She calls desperately as the engine starts. She probably thinks she’ll never see you again.

“Later, alligator!” You call back, waving.

She grins toothily and Mike asks her to roll the window up as they pull slowly out of the parking lot.

•---------•

Mike doesn’t contact you for the next two weeks. You expect it.

By the third week, you’ve settled that he’s realized just how odd this situation is and won’t call you ever. Something like disappointment aches awfully in your chest but you brush it off as a human reaction to the departure of warm summer evenings.

October is right around the corner and you’re starting to feel it.

The days are getting crisper; dirt turning to mud, dew on the grass, leaves turning orange. There’s also a bug going around at work and you’re not spared of its spread.

You wake up one morning with a scratch in your throat, an ache in your head, and a clog in your left nostril. You’re not really that sick; after a cup of coffee, you feel better. But your psyche still feels like it’s made from popsicle sticks and cotton balls.

You take it to the pharmacy before work.

There’s Nyquil and a row of untouched Dayquil next to it. Concentrated Tylenol and Cepacol. Zyrtec and Claritin. Dimetapp. You take the Aspirin and Nyquil and shlump towards the counter.

Mike is there, looking casually fatigued in front of the check-out counter, his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” you say, the inflection of a question in your voice; the hesitance that maybe Mike wants to be ignored. Remain unseen. Unperceived. He jolts a little at your greeting and doesn’t relax when he turns to face you.

“Hey,” he says back. He takes a glance at your hand. “Sick?”

“Just a runny nose.”

He nods, takes a nervous look towards the empty counter, and then scratches at the growing stubble on his jaw.

“How ‘bout you?” You ask.

His eyes won’t meet yours. “Just some medication.”

You nod and look slowly toward the rack of non-prescription reading glasses. There’s a glittery, red pair at the very top– so small they could probably fit in the palm of your hand. “How’s Abby?”

Mike relents a little, shoulders going from concrete to rubble. “She’s doing alright. She asks about you sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, that drawing you did? She loves it.”

“I’m glad.”

There’s a quiet spell– the two of you looking in your own directions– and when the pharmacist finally shows up, paper bag in hand, Mike nabs it and leaves.

Then you step forward to pay, a polite smile on your lips, eyes flicking to your watch to take a mental note that you need to get to work soon.

Mike’s waiting for you outside the pharmacy; awkward and dark against the white overcast. It’s foggy this morning. You don’t know how he isn’t cold, only wearing a pair of jeans and a Foo-Fighters t-shirt that’s a little tight around the arms and chest. That makes you swallow.

You slow to a stop in front of him.

“I was gonna call you,” he sighs. “I got busy.”

“It’s okay.”

“Do you wanna,” he raises a hand, then drops it uselessly, “do something with Abby soon?”

“Sure.”

“She’s got a half-day on Wednesday. We could take her to the park?”

It’s a good plan. You don’t know why he sounds so unsure. “Get her outside before it gets too cold to?”

“Yeah,” he says, breathing a little easier.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Mike straightens his back a degree. “You know Marylheights Park? It’s close to the school.”

“Yeah, I know it.”

“Is one okay? Or are you working?” He suddenly realizes.

You shake your head. “I can come by on my lunch break.”

“Alright. Great. See you there.”

You smile, nod, step away a little, and then leave– abandoning Mike under the eave of the pharmacy.

True to your word, you show up at one o’clock in the afternoon at Marylheights Park. Mike and Abby are already there– he’s sitting on a bench, wearing a flimsy black hoodie and she’s bundled up in a pink and red jacket, a beanie knitted in a cacophony of colors on her head.

She runs over when she sees you, a heap of colors on the breeze, a smile bright on her face.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” She exclaims, tripping a little on the bark-chip. You see Mike twitch and then falter when she catches herself.

“You okay?” You ask, reaching a hand out for support if she needs it. She grabs your fingers, tight, as she leads you toward the playground. There’s a couple of other kids with their parents playing too.

“Do you like my hat?” She asks, stopping in front of you to show off.

“I love it.”

“Mike made it for me.”

You glance at him. He’s slouched lazily on the bench, hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Really?”

“Mhm.” She dawdles around you, skipping and humming as she climbs the monkey bars. “I saw a turtle today.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, it was really cute.” She hangs off one of the bars, letting herself swing back and forth. “Lauren brought it for show-and-tell today.”

“What did you bring for show-and-tell?” You ask, leaning against a post with your arms crossed.

“My friend.”

“Your friend?”

“He’s in my backpack right now.”

You nod like it makes perfect sense. “When I did show-and-tell I brought my big sister.” It’s not true but it's funny to think about.

Abby looks at you wide-eyed and a flock of Canadian Geese honk above you; black and white, obnoxious angels. “You can do that?”

“Duh.”

Abby drops from the bar and stares at you. “You’re lying to me.”

You grin. “Maybeeee.”

She rolls her eyes the same way that people do it on TV and suddenly walks away when she sees a round of Lava Monster is starting up. It’s a weird, convoluted game you used to play all the time. You’re suddenly upset that you forgot the rules; as if it didn’t used to be one of your favorite things in the whole world.

You sigh and meander over to Mike, sitting next to him.

Your eyes stay on Abby as she toddles along the play-structure in the middle, unsteadier than you like. Mike hands you a brown, paper bag wordlessly. You raise a brow and take it.

Inside is a white-bread sandwich in a ziploc bag, a juice box, and a folded note.

“What-”

Mike cuts you off. “You came on your lunch break.” You raise your head to look him in the eye. He’s so hard to read sometimes. ”Hope you like turkey and cheese.”

You beam, flushing between joy and embarrassment, and grab the juice box. There’s a cool guy surfing on it. “Thanks,” you say, stabbing the straw into the top. “You didn’t have to.”

He shrugs and turns to watch Abby. She clambers across the slides to avoid being tagged. Some of the other kids yelp and scream wordlessly.

“I owed it to you,” he breathes, his words turning to a puff of vapor in front of his nose.

The two of you split the sandwich in half and you don’t miss the way Mike watches you pick at the crust. When you eat it anyway you hear him puff a sharp exhale of laughter through his nose, shaking his head.

The game filters out and Abby makes her way to the swings, shoes toeing the ground as she sits.

Your fingers lift the note from the bag when you finish eating— unfolding to find a small, crayon drawing, no bigger than your hand.

A purple cow, better than yours, and actually tangible as a cow. Impressive.

“Abby did that,” Mike says, chewing. “She said you need it.”

You close your eyes, amused and overjoyed. Your fingers fold the little piece of paper back up and place it carefully in your bag, in a place you know it won’t be ruined. “God, she’s so sweet,” you huff, hand clenching. You’re not sure what to do with yourself.

You feel like husked corn; chipping paint in a parking lot. Like the curl of peeled apple skin.

“She has her moments,” Mike says gently, almost smiling.

Abby starts spinning herself on the swing, twisting and knotting the chains together and then letting them unravel to leave her in spirals. He frowns at that.

“Abby,” he calls, fixing his slouch on the bench, “quit it! You’ll make yourself sick!”

She sticks her tongue out at him. He grunts. She grins at you and waves. You wave back. She goes back to swinging normally; progressively higher and higher. Another kid ambles over to join her wordlessly.

Mike frowns and shakes his head, first at Abby, then at you. “I’m starting to think she likes you more than me.”

You snort at him. “I’m an adult who isn’t an authority figure in her life.”

“Still.”

“She adores you.” You tell him. You don’t really know either of them well enough to say that but you’re sure of it. You’re sure of it not only because you said it but because Abby’s a sweet, smart kid. She’s got her problems but she’s generally well-behaved. More importantly, she seems happy.

Unbothered, by whatever situation she and Mike are in. Whatever he’s doing, he’s doing pretty good.

And maybe she doesn’t look at Mike like he hung the stars but she certainly treats him like it. The thing about kids is that they’re brutally honest:

If she didn't like Mike, you’d know.

He stares at you for a second longer than you’d expect him to and turns back to watch her.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Side by side. Almost shoulder to shoulder. Abby sometimes comes over to take a break, or ask what you thought of her drawing, or tell Mike what she wants for dinner. It’s peaceful. Quiet.

Okay.

Some parents leave. Some new parents show up. The two of you stay.

At some point, you glance down at your watch and panic floods your synapses.

“Shit,” you mutter, standing up. Mike raises a brow. “I’m really sorry but I’ve gotta get back now. I’m gonna be late and-“

“Don’t worry.” He tells you easily, fixing his posture so he isn’t slouched under your eye. You smile apologetically. Abby runs over from the slides, panting, her wide eyes expectant on yours.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I have to get to work now.”

“But you’ll come back right?”

You bend down to her level, fix the hat on her head so that it sits evenly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Okay.” She sighs, seemingly relieved, but the trace shadows of upset are still visible in the gleam of her eyes.

“Have fun with Mike?” You tell her, rising. You linger despite yourself.

“Later alligator?” She asks like a wet mutt as you start the walk to your car.

“In a while crocodile.”

You wave and she waves back. Mike keeps his eyes trained on you, raising a hand too. Your smile widens.

•---------•

Your older sister is the prettier, smarter, more put-together version of you. The version of you that you pretend to be.

She doesn’t laugh and she doesn’t smile, and you can’t tell if it’s because she genuinely can’t feel joy or is afraid of getting wrinkles. You’re sure it’s a mix of both. She lives in this big, minimalist penthouse suite that you’ve only been in twice; her heels have red bottoms. She has avocado toast for most her meals and the hoops on her ears are real gold.

In short summary; your sister has got it good. You’re pretty sure she’s miserable.

She tells her assistant, Christa, to get her a coffee and Chrsita offers to get you one too with a sweet smile. You want to say “Yes,” but she looks awfully close to having a mental breakdown. You tell Christa, “No, thanks,” smiling gently back.

When she leaves, you turn and stare at your sister’s pursed lips.

You drove into the city for once and your sister could only make time for you to come and sit in one of the stiff chairs she has placed in front of her cocobolo desk; the chairs for clients. You look around her office.

It’s neater than David’s and ten times bigger.

Vast and white. A tundra of dreams scotch-taped together.

“You were almost late.” She says, annoyed, eyes stuck to the papers in front of her.

“Sorry, I had to get cough drops at the pharmacy.”

“You’re sick?”

“Just a sore throat.”

You lean forward to poke her cheek. She squawks and slaps your hand away, scandalized and disgusted.

“That’s disgusting!”

You laugh and she steels you with a hard glare, a scoff caught in the back of her throat. “I do wash my hands,” you tell her.

She shakes her head and drums her perfectly manicured French tips against the heavy table. You tuck your own hands under your thighs. You like her nails; you want yours to look like hers but they’re inconvenient for people like you. Real people, with real lives and realistic, boring jobs.

But it's nice to look at them, especially on your sister.

“Heard from David?” She asks as if she isn’t divorcing him. Like he’s a houseplant that you’re taking care of while she takes a quick business trip.

New York. London. Shanghai. Amsterdam. Seoul. You’ve seen the photos.

“Nope.” You bite your lip and Christa comes with the coffee. A cappuccino that she places in front of your sister. Black. Tiny, little cup. Christa gives you a dazzling smile that has you grinning back at her fully, like an indulged schoolgirl. And then she’s gone; clicking off to document review in her little black heels.

Your sister glares at that.

You look her over.

Look at the way she’s curled her lashes and glossed her lips. Her shirt is buttoned straight– stiff and crisp around her neck. There’s a little permanent divot between her eyebrows and the white light of the office washes her out.

“You look tired,” you say flatly, a fairly normal thing to say to a woman who’s a criminal lawyer for an inner-city law firm.

She barely looks at you. “Thanks.”

And then it’s her turn to look you over. You’re sure she doesn’t like what she sees. She rarely does. “Have you been eating?”

“Of course I have.”

She stares for a moment longer before saying, “Just checking.”

Someone knocks on the door and peaks their head in– a young man with dark hair. Bright hazel eyes. She glares at him wordlessly and he makes eye contact with you before shutting the door quickly. You watch her scoff and then carefully pick up a pen before signing the papers gently; like hemlock and hummingbirds.

Your sister. Elegant.

You tilt your head.

She starts. “So, any luck-“

“Oh, can we please go five minutes-“

“I was going to ask-“

“-without talking about-“

“-about your job!”

“-things I know you don’t care about!” You stare at her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine. We won’t talk about it.

You smile. “I like your shirt.”

“Fuck off.” She flips open a stack of papers with a fit of impressive anger, scribbling something hotly in the margins.

You know she doesn’t hate you but sometimes you have to wonder.

She’s mean and a bitch; but she constantly worries— and she worries more about you than anyone else. More than she ever worried about David. Which says quite a bit about what the two of you have done and put up with for one another.

Your sister: less of a counterpart, more of a weird black shadow of a half-twin. Not the moon and the sun; but a tree and the ferns that grow underneath.

Your sister stares at her cooling cup of coffee and looks into your eyes like they’re blurry. “Do you need money?”

Her solution to everything. A pretty good one, you won’t lie. “No.” You say quickly, waving her off.

“So everything’s good then?”

“Yeah. Good. It’s all good.”

She raises a brow but looks away to read something.

“How about you?” You ask.

She sighs heavily and stares at the wall. “Well,” and for a moment she doesn’t look like your sister. More like any other woman– any other person experiencing life for the first time. She’s thinking about her job and her home; the wonders and horrors of burnt toast and manilla folders. Of sending people to jail or keeping them out of it. Of going to bed in her 1200 thread count, Egyptian-cotton bed set.

Then she blinks, as if remembering who she is, and suddenly your sister’s sitting in front of you again.

“It’s alright. Fine. Boring.”

“Makes sense.” You tell her with a nod.

“How’s Mac?” She asks off-handedly, eyes on her work. Mac. Full name Tarmac. The stray cat that’s been haunting your house for the past couple of years. A dumb, skinny little cat who loved you with all of his heart.

“Dead.”

“What?” Your sister exclaims, wrist dropping to the edge of the table, pen still in hand. “How are you not,, a wreck?”

“It happened a few months ago.”

“God.” She finally takes a sip of her cappuccino and clears her throat. “Well, just don’t get upset one night and, I dunno, drink yourself into a sobbing mess.”

You grimace. “Says you.”

She sends you a hard glare. “Don’t.”

“I’m not the one who had to be bailed out of-“

“When are you going to stop bringing that up?” She groans. You laugh a bit now, dropping your head towards your lap and your sister looks properly embarrassed. “I passed the bar, have a Porsche, and have a personal trainer, ya know!”

You laugh harder. You can tell she finds it almost funny too but is raging too hotly to care.

“And then I had to-“

“Stop!” She exclaims.

You leave her alone but still giggle through it, fingers pressing against your lips in a complete failure to contain your amusement.

There’s another beat of silence.

She takes another sip. You watch her. Christa comes by again with a new, impressively thick stack of papers for your sister and walks out.

“Where’s your shirt from?” You ask your sister, eyeing it. “It’s nice.”

“Balenciaga.”

Pricey. The white, simple, button-up shirt she’s wearing probably cost her more than a hundred dollars.

“Is it cotton?” You ask her, leaning forward for a better look.

“Yes.” She side-eyes you warily. You lean back. “You better not steal it.”

“I’m not going to!”

“You’ve done it before.”

You roll your eyes.

Your sister finishes her coffee off in silence. It’s awfully quiet for a law firm. You wonder if her office walls are sound-proofed.

At some point, she tells you she has a meeting and that you need to leave. She’s in a good enough mood to at least walk you out herself.

In the firm’s garage building the two of you wait for the valet to bring your car.

She looks strange, sad, lonely. You love her. But you don’t know what to do about it because she gives you no place to put it. That’s just who she is. Her person. Being in a constant state of distress is part of her identity and really, there’s no escaping it. Self-imposed, mortal limbo.

“You’ll be okay?” She asks gently, like for once she means it.

“Yeah.” You tell her, tender. Human. “You?”

“Of course. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sorry about your divorce.” You finally tell her. You didn’t say it at first when it was too new and too fresh. When she was more concerned with paperwork than emotional damage.

She shakes her head like the mention of it is merely a fly in her face. “Don’t apologize. I wanted to thank you for bringing those papers to David.”

“Anytime.”

“It’s just, you live nearby and it would have been easier for you to do it than Christa, and-“

“Seriously.” You cut her off. “It’s fine.”

She sighs and looks you over. It’s a long, extended look of softness. Mike looked at Abby the same way. But it’s a rarity from her; one that has you giving her a confused smile, hands going into the pockets of your jacket— the nicest, crispest one you own— as she stares.

“What?” You ask.

She steps forward, raising an arm, and you step back. She huffs, annoyed. “I wanted to give you a hug but you ruined the moment.”

You scoff incredulously. “You’re so weird.”

She glares. “Fuck you.”

The valet comes with your car.

Shitty, and old. Reliable and well-loved. Needs an oil change.

You step around to the driver’s side and the valet places your keys warmly in your palm. Your sister stays in the spot you left her in.

“Bye.” She says stiffly.

“See you soon.”

She glances at the valet. “Right.”

“Give me a smile?” You joke. You see her right hand twitch to flip you off but with the audience she contains herself. All she gives you is a deep-seated, disappointed frown and a shake of her head.

You grin and step into your car before driving off.

Even as you pull out of the garage you can see her standing still in that over-priced button-up shirt; arms wrapped around her torso, watching you go.

You tell yourself she’ll be okay but when a song from your childhood plays on the radio you doubt it.

Nostalgia will kill you before she ever does.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #fnaf x reader #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf fanfic #reader insert

[wonuwrites]

Seventeen Most To Least Likely To:

protect you from yourself

2.0 from this ask xo from @sharonxdevi

warnings: fluffy, angsty, some cursing, some food talk in Wonwoo's, stressed out Cheol + Jeonghan + kwannie :( , slight suggestive maybe if you squint, also I wrote basically a novel for Minghao's part. If you hate that, then go away bc we love Minghao here.

p.s I wrote most of this at 2 am after chugging 2 redbulls. It's gonna be chaotic as fuck and i'm not sorry whatsoever

listening to this banger of an album

M O S T

-> Minghao

Out of all of the members in Seventeen, I feel like Minghao always has an eye out for you and is always conscious of you.

I mean, if you need an example on how he'd be: look at how he babies friggin Vernon lmao.

He would do a lot of little things, like when you were being a passenger princess, because you would be. He would do this if there were bumps in road or whatever.

He also would always be holding your hand when walking and would walk by the road.

He'd peel your orange just so you wouldn't hurt yourself with a knife by accident.

Potentially might blow on food so you wouldn't burn your mouth lmaooo.

I don't think he would nag you like others would because he knew you were your own person and could do whatever they pleased.

However, he would always show how much he wanted to protect you.

You were his special person after all.

If you fell in front of him, he'd run to you and help you up. If you were laughing he might giggle as well and remind you to be more careful.

If you managed to get hurt and he was not around he would first make sure you weren't dying. Then he would just try to calm you down if you were anxious and just be there.

honestly, 100/10 type a guy. He's a walking green flag.

-> Dino

Honestly, maknae means nothing. Lee Chan is one of the more responsible members of Seventeen.

I mean in Nana Tour he was manager of money.

Just like being the manager, he would be the manager of your life?

He would constantly make sure you were okay and that any "obstacles" would not be in your way AT ALL.

He would be by your side constantly when you were out just to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

He'd be a bit more naggy than Minghao but that was just because he was nervous and was trying to convey that he was worried about you.

If you ever fell or ran into anything in front of him, I could see him either shocked if you were seriously hurt or laugh hysterically if you were fine and laughing as well.

However, if you got hurt when he was not near by, he would get so sad he wasn't able to be your prince in shining armor and protect you.

-> S. Coups

tbh you would stress him the fuck out lmfaoo.

He would try to hide it in front of you because he didn't want you to feel guilty for it. You couldn't help you were prone to accidents!

With being a leader of 12 other people, having you to watch after to was pretty much a given.

However, because of being leader he wouldn't be able to watch you as often as Minghao or Chan could which is why he is a bit lower.

Believe me, he would 100000% be number one if he didn't already have the other 12 to worry about.

When he realized you were more of a clutz then Mingyu he'd want to wrap you in bubble wrap and keep an eye on you 25/8.

Unfortunately, (or fortunately) you were a brat and would tease him often with "nOt NeEdInG hIs HeLp" it and that might trigger his brat taming kink lmfao.

If you were to fall or run into idk a wall he would just sigh and rub his temples LMFAO. I can see him being like "are you sure about that, sweetheart? Boom. a bruise. Let me just take care of you."

tbh he'd probably also sulk if he found out you got hurt and he wasn't there to prevent it. It would not be his fault but expect flowers, your favorite take out, one of his jackets, and him to be at your door asap.

-> Seungkwan

You also would stress him the fuck out.

Unlike Cheol tho, he would show you and admit he was stressed out.

Not to make you feel guilty but that was the way he was communicating why we would nag/being over protective.

End of the day, he wanted you to be safe and not hurt at all.

If he ever made you feel bad by his nagging, he would apologize and try to calm it down but he couldn't help it. He was worried as hell about you.

If you ever tripped or got hurt in front of him, he would just sigh and rub his temple LOL.

ngl he might even side eye you because he warned you.

You might apologize for it even though it was an accident which would make him apologize and then make sure you were okay.

If you were hurt when he was not around, he would feel sick. He wouldn't show you this side but he might get teary eyed until he knew if you were okay.

bc like I said... end of the day he wants you to be safe.

-> Woozi

Look bestie's been lifting weights for a few different reasons

one being, to be able to help you with things so you wouldn't strain yourself.

Like do you need to lift a box or something? He's got you babe

Need a door opened? Jihoon's got you pookie.

He wouldn't vocalize that he was doing anything to protect you, he just would.. do it

anyway where was I? Oh yeah

so Jihoon would always try to be there for you and would try to do things for you so you could be safe.

However, if you tripped or hurt yourself infront of him, he would be flabbergasted and by your side within seconds to make sure you are okay.

If you got injured when he was not with you, I can see him being a bit more logical then other members and would make sure you were okay and try his best to not make you feel foolish. it might be hard tho.

-> Jeonghan

Sooo, basically similarly to Seungcheol and Seungkwan you would stress him the fuck out.

However, he would try to play it off and act like he wasn't that bothered.

Believe me tho, he was.

He'd show his stress not in front of you tho.

He would sigh if he heard something crash in the other room with you shouting "I'm okay Hannie, I swear."

Ngl he might ask if you were dumb as a joke to try to tease you.

He'd tease you a lot actually.

He'd say shit like "Gotta do this because SOMEBODY will prob break an ankle or something and we can't have that."

If you got hurt in front of him, I can see him either laugh or go "Aigoooo~ my baby."

If you ever got hurt when he was not around, expect clingy domestic Jeonghan to nurse you back to health and nag you to be more careful.

He'd feel sick if you were ever hurt to an extreme and he wasn't there to protect you.

-> Joshua

first things first, he would like to say he was a gentleman to you.

yet if you were to fall he would laugh LMAO

not to be malicious but more like "what the fuck?"

You were so interesting to him and your coordination or er lack of coordination skills was so fascinating to him.

Like how could you be standing next to him then on the floor within 5 seconds?! there was no obstacles. wtf Y/N?!

If you were to get injured in front of him, like I said he'd laugh but if it was serious. He would quickly be godsent gentleman mode and would take care of you to best of his abilities.

If you got hurt when he was not nearby, he would make sure you were okay mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, etc. Once he knew you were okay he'd prob make a cheeky comment just to make you laugh.

"Sometimes I feel like the floor gets more action than me? Fall on me next time baby?"

-> Wonwoo

No I didn't forget about Wonu I swear, I think he's toward the bottom and let me explain LOL

So, he would act like he was the best at protecting and would kinda act like Minghao, Seungcheol and/or Jeonghan.

He'd be a bit of a nagger kinda like Seunkwan ngl.

"Y/N, you need to be more careful. Kneecaps are important." "You need to take care of yourself." "Energy drinks aren't the only type of food you need to be healthy." etc.

However, if y'all were around Mingyu he was donezo and exposed.

Gyu would just be like "Hyung, you're one to talk."

Gyu would expose this poor man and would honestly protect you from his naggings.

However, if you fell in front of them after, Mingyu would realize Wonu was right in his nagging and you were a lost cause /lh LOL

If you ever were hurt in front of him, expect princess treatment. He would make sure you were okay.

If you were hurt when he was away, he would be one of the members that would drop everything and go straight to you. He would def be one of the more emotional members if you were hurt.

-> Vernon

tbh Joshua 2.0 LMAO

he'd laugh his ass off if you managed to trip over air in front of him.

Only time he wouldn't laugh on spot is if you accidentally banged your hip into a corner of the counter or something.

If anything, Hansol would just Hansol ya know?

Just a little "oh shit, you good?"

He'd do his best to help you not be so accident prone but after awhile, he just kinda realized it was bound to happen.

He still would try to help.

If you got hurt when he was not there, he would send you memes or something to lift up your spirits.

-> DK

Joshua 3.0.

He would fall to the ground laughing with you if you had tripped over air or whatever.

He would do his best to protect you from yourself but he also would try not to focus on your accident prone ways because he wouldn't want you to be embarrassed or feel bad about yourself.

Everyone has talents and yours is tripping over nothing or running into a corner every once in awhile.

Honestly, I could see him rate your accidents if he knew you were fine and just embarrassed LOL.

Like you would trip over your new puppy or something and he would be like "oooo i give that a 8 out of 10 LOL.

If you were ever hurt in front of him like actually, he would be soft and just make sure you were okay.

He might kiss it better? :')

If you were hurt when he was not near you, I could see him being similar to Wonwoo where he'd get emotional and just want to make sure you were okay.

He would call you as soon as possible and if he heard you rate your injury, he might scoff a bit but still laugh at your humor.

-> Hoshi

look, it's not that he doesn't want to protect you. he does.

A Tiger always needs to protect his Tigress ya know? I'm not sorry but pls still read my content LOLOLOL

Anyway, he would be similar to Joshua, DK, and Hansol where he'd laugh if you fell.

Most of the time, he knew you were not hurt.

Sometimes, he might compliment your spills and it might give him inspiration for a dance move.

Honestly tho, he is one of the more accident prone members too. Here's a comp I found if you don't believe me.

He'd joke, "we could be roomies if we both get hurt so it wouldn't be too bad." LOL

Jokes aside, if you ever did actually get hurt around Soonyoung he would baby you like no tomorrow. He might get a little emotional but that was because he didn't like to see his partner in pain whatsoever.

If you ever got hurt and he was away on schedules, he would be even more emotional. He'd blame himself. Even if logically it was not his fault, he would still feel awful he wasn't there to protect you.

-> Jun

He's a bit in his own world most of the time from what I've seen.

He still would try his best to protect you and make sure you were okay though.

I feel like maybe you would have to protect him more??

Or at least attempt too?

idk I feel like you both are so soft for each other that if one of you fell, the other would join the other person on the floor so you didn't feel alone.

If you were to fall or get hurt in front of him I can see him buffer a bit and then ask you what he should do.

He just didn't want to make situation worse.

If you were hurt and he was not there, he would be there as soon as he could just to make sure you were okay.

He'd NEVER nag you to be more careful. He just would want you to be okay.

L E A S T

-> Mingyu

Look he's too tall for his own good and sometimes his own limbs make him accident prone as well.

He really would try the best he could to protect you because well let's be real, out of all of Seventeen he would be the biggest simp.

However I can see him trying to help you up and falling in the process :(

There would be a lot of laughs though.

So much laughter.

Even if both of yall were a mess and occasionally accident prone, at least y'all could be that way together.

You both don't take that much serious and there would be other areas where Mingyu could show his "protective" and "dominant" side.

trust me he would too LOL.

If you ever got hurt in front of him, he would automatically go house husband and would wipe your wounds and carry you around like a princess.

shirt optional tbh

If you ever were hurt when he was away on schedules, he would be worried thoughout the duration of the schedule. If Seungcheol was there, he would tell him just to go check on you because he knew he was not fully there unless he knew his baby was okay :((((

ahhh hope this was okay <33

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Help you’re giving me silly prompt ideas, starting with this one!

Imagine you and your beloved (with some encouragement from both of your friends and potential in-laws) go out on a much needed date while your friends babysit your kiddo.

What silly chaos/escapades do you find/learn of when you and your spouse return?

This prompt is for Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt, Dang Heng, and Blade, and the babysitters are as follows:

Gepard- Serval (best aunt ever!)

Jing Yuan- Yanqing (Jing Yuan managed to convince him to think of babysitting as part of his training XD)

Welt- Astral Express Crew (Mayhaps Himeko)

Dan Heng- Astral Express Crew (March 7th + Trailblazer >:3c)

Blade- Kafka and Silver Wolf :3c

Have fun! XD

AAAAAAAA I am OBSESSED with this prompt, let’s do it! Thanks for sending it in!

-Babysitting night!-

Gepard Landau: Assigned babysitter: Serval. She insisted she could watch your kids for a bit while you guys went on a much deserved date. Little did she know what she was getting into. Gepard tried, he TRIED to warn her, but she insisted. Serval is Absolutely the best aunt ever, doesn’t mean she didn’t underestimate just how ROWDY her little brother’s children were. We’re talking CRAZY. She didn’t know what to do to get them to calm down. She tried playing a board game. Oh they hated that. She tried to turn on a movie, talking and screaming throughout the entire thing! Finally, desperate, she goes for her guitar and plays them a song. Now this actually gets them to shush and pay attention. Sure she’s stuck to playing kid’s songs, but at least they’re finally a little calmer. You come home to Serval passed out on the couch, guitar not in her hands, but in the hands of your kiddos. Gepard liberates the guitar from the children while you wake up Serval. You want to be a little upset at her for falling asleep on the job, but you also can’t blame her. “Your kids are nightmares!” is the first thing she says when she wakes up, but she’s smiling, telling you she didn’t mind they were little nightmares for her this evening. You thank her for watching your kids, and hope her guitar wasn’t too damaged when they had their turn with it…

Jing Yuan: Yes, Jing Yuan would absolutely pawn off his kid on poor Yanqing and insist it was ‘training his patience’ or something ridiculous like that. Yanqing is understandably skeptical, but he was given a mission by the General and he’s Determined to fulfill it. Actually Yanqing isn’t a half bad babysitter, but he doesn’t realize your kid is a bit too young to appreciate rare swords. Oh…Yanqing please don’t let their little kid too close to them… He also doesn’t know what to feed small children either…ah well… What’s the Hsr equivalent of Dino nuggets? He feeds them that. Which is honestly not the worst thing he could’ve chosen. You get back to find Yanqing and your kid just chilling on the couch watching a movie. Not bad, Yanqing! Jing Yuan gives him the ‘mission completed’ speech, and asks Yanqing if he wants to hear how the date went. To which the kid promptly answers with: No, and gets back to practicing his swordsmanship before bedtime.

Welt Yang: ok honestly?? Himeko is a great choice for babysitting. She’s calm and proper, and very willing to take your kid off your hands while the two of you have a nice dinner or whatever it is the two of you want to do for the evening. Heck, she was the one who suggested that the two of you take a break from your kid for once and enjoy yourselves. She’s very good with your kid overall, although she does let them try her evening coffee, so they are a bit energized when you come back to the Express. Welt is a little irked about the coffee, but otherwise Himeko did great, and so the two of you thank her, and take your energized little kid off to bed for the evening, after letting them play off the one little sip of coffee they got, haha.

Dan Heng: Dan Heng was hesitant to let March 7th and the Trailblazer watch your kid while you have a relaxing evening out. In fact he’s nervous the entire date, asking if he should call March or the Trailblazer to check on things and see if things are going okay and if you need to come back to the Express. You tell him absolutely not, we’re enjoying our relaxing evening together, March and Trailblazer will be FINE. And I mean…they do OKAY I guess. March 7th thinks your kid is the cutest thing in the world. So she spoils them. With lots of sweets. And Trailblazer does nothing to stop her. So by the time you get back, your kid is practically bouncing off the walls of the Express. And March 7th of course denies giving them too many sweets, but Trailblazer rats her out. Dan Heng is disappointed but not surprised. At least your kid is happy and in one piece.

Blade: who in their right mind would leave their kid with Kafka and Silver Wolf?? You would. Because you were desperate for a date night with your beloved husband, and surely, surely they’d be okay for one evening right? You lay down the rules pretty quickly. Silver Wolf, no violent video games! Kafka, make sure Silver Wolf follows your rule. Simple. Rules. It was all you asked of them. And guess what you return home to find? Silver Wolf and your kid, sitting on the ground, playing the Hsr equivalent of Doom, while Kafka watches from the couch. Safe to say you’re a little irked. Lucky for them, you had a lovely date night and you could only stay so mad. But if your kid had nightmares, you knew who to blame. At least your child is alive and well, right? So could you really complain? Well honestly yes they broke your one rule, but WHATEVER your kid was okay and that’s all that mattered. Next time you’re hiring a sitter though and not relying on Blade’s work friends.

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[shuahaes]

svt if they played steep steps

ot13 hcs; if they played the roblox game steep steps !! warnings: nothing - just some members yelling/raging at a video game ! NOT PROOFREAD !

a/n - gonna start putting these here now !! ty to rania @wheeboo my bbg for inspiring me to write this + helping me with it, and to @haecien who gave her this idea, or else none of these ideas would've happened lmao; i put jun in 2 categories on purpose

mostly calm, loses their ladder once or doesn't at all and passes through the game without too much difficulty

wonwoo, jun, woozi, minghao, vernon

just imagine how good they'd be at this rigged ass game. just imagine. no difficulty with losing their ladders, putting them down so easily, going through the game quickly. they probably have the 100m checkpoint already and got the 86m slide ladder mechanics in one try (i'm lowk jealous 💔)

drops their ladder multiple times, a little shouting, internally dying because they cant get past some parts

scoups, jeonghan, joshua, jun, dino

it's all fun and games until they get to around the 45m mark at the one real tall ledge, that's when they start to constantly drop their ladders, you see cheol pouting and yelling at the screen because it's like the 5th time he'd had to go and get it, or like the 3rd time he's fallen while trying to even put the ladder down, with jeonghan and his tiny scream when he loses his ladder, joshua laughing his ass off, and then his avatar falls, and not wanting to spend robux, they all decide to jump down and get their ladder, restarting the whole section which becomes a cycle until one of them miraculously gets it so they can proceed

cannot mount their ladder properly for SHIT, drops it almost everytime, ladder getting stuck everytime, LOTS of screaming

hoshi, mingyu, dokyeom, seungkwan

chaos. pure chaos. hoshi's struggling to control his screen because he got himself stuck in shift lock, and the moment her fixes it and when he finally puts his ladder down mingyu accidentally drops it, and more chaos ensues because booseok are struggling to drop the ladders for a bridge resulting in both losing their ladders, and mingyu? yeah he keeps dropping his ladder, and he doesnt want to lose his place so god knows how much money he's dropped on this game to survive

SPECIAL: buys the the push gamepass to team up and torment the others

jeonghan, joshua

THE EVIL TWINS. you just know they dropped 700 robux each to buy the push pass just so they can piss off the other members like the menaces they are. team up so nobody can beat them, poor mingyu has it 10x worse now because they target him. gyu just bought a new ladder? too bad he has to fall back to the start because jeonghan pushed his avatar off a ledge !! all of the members try staying far away form them as possible, but when the twins join them joshua goes off pretending to help, but then throws coups or kwan's avatars off the cliffs

this post belongs to @shuahaes/@amxlia-stars.

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Part One Here Dino went straight home and he felt like he was floating. He had no idea how you could be together and Scoups not kill him but in that moment he didn’t care. However when he got to their dorm the situation dawned on him and he realised he’d have to be smart about this. So Dino went to the one person capable of challenging his Scoups hyung. Jeonghan. "Hyung I need your help" he started walking into Jeonghan’s room and the older boy smiled. "What did you and Seungkwan fight about this time?". "Nothing...I need your help with Scoups hyung". Jeonghan sighed "don’t tell me this is about Y/n because I can't help you. I'd be the exact same if you were interested in my sister". Dino sighed "why has everyone decided I'd be awful for their sister?" Dino asked "aren't I a nice guy?". Jeonghan frowned "of course you are and it's nothing personal, we wouldn’t trust any of the guys except maybe Wonwoo or Vernon". "Well it feels personal" Dino said "Scoups didn't even give me a chance to explain or tell him how I feel about her". "You like her huh?" Jeonghan asked and Dino nodded "so much, she's just so funny and pretty and strong and smart". Jeonghan smiled "Do you think she likes you.". Dino paused looking down with a blush. He shyly nodded “yes, she told me today”. Jeonghan smiled at the pure joy on the maknae’s face. “How did it happen?” Jeonghan asked and Dino explained. “It was just so perfect....we ended up close together on the sofa she looked at me and then my lips and I wanted to kiss her so bad" Dino sighed. "You didn't?" Jeonghan asked and Dino shook his head "no, she told me she liked me and I shook her hand instead". Jeonghan snorted "really?". Dino nodded "I don’t just want to be friends with her. I think I could make her really happy and I promise I'd treat her well. I just need Scoups hyung to give me a chance and not kill me". Jeonghan took in a deep breath "I believe you and I want to help". Dino cheered and hugged him "hyung you're the best! That’s why you're my favourite". Jeonghan smiled "okay okay calm down! Y/n is the person Scoups is the most protective over. This isn't going to be easy". "That's okay" Dino said "i’ll do whatever it takes!". Jeonghan nodded "good, let's get to work".

Jeonghan’s first idea on how to get Scoups to open up to Dino was to simply start small. “We’re going to show him you’re a responsible young man who takes things seriously” Jeonghan said. Dino nodded “okay...so why are we at the studio 1 hour before we need to be”. “Because this is the time you’re going to get here from now on. Scoups will get here soon and notice the work you’re putting in. When he asks what you’re doing tell him you want to put in the work to make sure this comeback is great”. Dino frowned “and that will let me date his sister?”. “It’s a good start!” Jeonghan replied. So Dino showed up early to work and nailed all his choreography and lines. The staff complimented him several times for being so prepared and sure enough so did Scoups. However when Dino gave him the response Jeonghan told him to, he smirked and ruffled his hair. Not the reaction he was hoping for. You and Dino were still in contact through all of this just more discreetly. Dino had explained to you his plan and that until it worked the two of you would have to act like you weren't in regular contact. You texted most days and face timed quite often too but Dino missed being with you. He wanted to hang out with you properly and anytime he happened to see you through Scoups his heart would race with excitement. You were around quite often lately too because your older sister was getting married and you and Scoups had to travel to different engagement parties and family gatherings. Dino struggled to resist talking to you every time he saw you..but there was no way he could get to you without going through Scoups so he carried on with the plan. Next Jeonghan wanted to show Dino’s softer side and to do this he bribed a member of staff. Was it honest? No. Did it make everything a lot easier? Yes. As the group were leaving the practice room Dino turned to one of the members of staff "do you need any help with Hye today Nari?". Nari shook her head "no I'm okay but thank you so much for the other day". "What happened?" Jeonghan asked making sure Scoups was in between him and Dino. Then just as they’d practised Nari smiled "this boy was an angel that's what!". Dino pretended to be bashful telling her to stop but she carried on. "My children's father pulled out of babysitting at the last minute and dropped them off here! I had a meeting with my manager and couldn't miss it but Dino sat with them for the hour". "Really?" Scoups asked and Dino nodded “yeah but it was a piece of cake because they're so well-behaved". "They're not!" Nari said laughing "but you were so kind and patient with them. My son was very impressed". Jeonghan smiled "that's so nice of you Dino!" and Scoups nodded "how did your meeting go Nari?". Which wasn't the part of the conversation Dino wanted him to focus on. Still they soldiered on with their plan and wanted Scoups to see Dino was also dependable and stuck to his promises. So Jeonghan booked Dino onto a V-live that everyone hated doing. It was one really early in the morning for oversea fans. Scoups usually always had to do it alone and was surprised when Dino said he'd be there but didn't look convinced. Members often said they'd join Scoups and never turned up but that wasn't going to happen this time! Jeonghan personally collected Dino from his room and offered to drive him there. "This better work" Dino said sleepily and Jeonghan smiled. "It's going well" Jeonghan said "we're building you up well and he won't admit it but Scoups is softening". Dino, smiled "you think?" and Jeonghan nodded "totally". Dino arrived early to the live and he and Scoups had a really cute session. He thought Jeonghan might be right and was in good spirits. Scoups had been smiling at him and making jokes with him all day! You arrived for dinner with Scoups and (fully aware of the plan) asked how his early live went. "You mean you weren't watching it?" Scoups asked pretending to be angry but he laughed "it went well thanks...Dino actually joined me for it so I wasn't alone". "He did? That's so great" you smiled and Scoups nodded "yeah it was nice". "I bet you're both so tired but at least you have another person to get through it with". Scoups nodded thinking. The two of you had arranged this dinner as a reward for getting through the rough live and he was wondering if to invite Dino. "What's up?" you asked and Scoups smiled "don't make a big deal out of this okay?". "Out of what?" you asked and Scoups sighed "Dino" he called. "Yes Hyung?" Dino asked. "Do you fancy coming to dinner? Y/n and I have a spare seat". You struggled to not explode with happiness and it looked like Dino was too. "I'd love to!" he smiled "let me just go grab my bag" and he rushed from the room. "Hey why don't you ever take us out for dinner hyung?" Dk called and Hoshi nodded "yeah hyung!". Jeonghan tried to give them the signal to shut up but luckily Scoups did it for him. "Did you wake up at 4 am to do a live with me? No? Then shut up". The dinner was so nice! You and Dino had hoped this would happen and planned accordingly. You made sure to stick to non-scandalous topics and promised not to flirt with one another. You chatted and had fun but remained very much in the safe formal zone. Scoups seemed happy and watched the two of you joke around happily. After the meal you left and Scoups turned to Dino "I've got something I want to say". Dino nodded "okay" feeling so excited. This had to be it! Scoups was going to give him permission to date you! "So I know you and Y/n get on and you've not done anything about that because I'm your leader and hyung". Dino nodded "of course". Scoups smiled "well I just wanted to say I see what you've been doing the past few weeks and keep it up for the rest of the year and I'll consider letting you date Y/n". Dino's jaw almost dropped and he had to stop himself from showing his true feelings. It was May, they weren't even halfway through the year! "Thanks Hyung..." he said trying to smile and Scoups nodded "no problem!". When they got back to the studio Dino took Jeonghan to one side and explained what happened. "Don't get discouraged" Jeonghan said but Dino shook his head "discouraged? he wants 5 more months of this before he'll even consider letting me near her! I'm past discouraged, this is hopeless". "Don't think like that" Jeonghan said "don't you want to date Y/n?". "I do but there's no way that's going to happen...I give up". Jeonghan promised they'd think of something but in Dino's mind there was no point. He figured it was over and he'd never get his chance with you. To make things even worse that weekend was your sister's wedding. As Scoups was the leader, all his members came to wish your sister well and help make sure everything was running smoothly. They arrived early to find you on the door making sure everything was set up correctly. Dino spotted you before you noticed them and he was glad because it took him a few seconds to take you in. You looked stunning and he couldn't recall ever seeing someone who took his breath away like you did. It made him sad to think he'd never get to date you and then you looked up and saw him. You smiled waving and even though all the members were there it was clearly him your smile was meant for. That smile made Dino doubt if he had really given up. All through the wedding you were nearby and the two of you talked but there was always someone there. Scoups, another member or some random family member would end up in between you. There was a dance where everyone changed partners several times and Dino had tried getting paired with you with no luck. Someone else would end up in front of him or one time a guy actually cut in front of him to get to you and Dino had to restrain himself from yanking him back by the collar. The song ended and he never got to dance with you so he retreated to the tables crestfallen. You must've noticed because you texted him to meet you near the bathrooms. He walked there discreetly and came around the corner to see you there. "Hey" you smiled and Dino smiled back "hey! You look so amazing". You blushed "so do you!" and that made Dino's night. "I wanted to spend some time with you and have the perfect place" you said gesturing to a staircase that said staff only. Dino paused "won't people notice?". You smiled "my brother's drunk more than I've ever seen, I think he's too wasted to notice we've snook off". "In that case...lead the way" Dino smiled. You led Dino up the winding staircase and into a room at the top "I really wanted to dance with you but knew we couldn't because of my stupid brother...so I thought this might work instead?" you asked. Dino looked around the room and smiled. You were above the garden and the window was open so you could hear the music clearly. The room must've been where the bride got ready because it was beautiful with roses everywhere. "This is wonderful" Dino said and he extended a hand to you "may I have this dance?". You giggled and Dino banked that noise as his favourite ever sound. "Yes" you said and took his hand "just to warn you I'm nowhere near as good as you". Dino shook his head "don't worry I'm pretty biased when it comes to you, you're perfect no matter what". So you began to dance along with the music. At first you both tried to be good and match the music. You encouraged Dino and cheered as he showed off. Then he got shy and tugged you against him so he could bury his head in your neck. You didn’t mind at all and danced together slowly. “You looked so beautiful today Y/n” Dino told you and you chuckled “you must’ve told me that 7 times already”. Dino shrugged “well it’s true and I want to tell you 700 times. You were glowing and while everyone was watching your sister my gaze was just on you. You’re amazing Y/n and I’m so grateful you’re in my life”. You pulled back to see Dino’s face and smiled “that’s the sweetest thing someone’s ever said to me”. Dino blushed shrugging and you gently brought his gaze up to you. "I know you said we shouldn't do anything before we tell my brother but I really want to kiss you right now" you whispered. Dino nodded "I really want to kiss you too". "And right now would be such a beautiful first kiss". Dino nodded "it would be". "I won't tell if you don’t" you said and Dino nodded "deal". The words had barely left his mouth when you crashed into one another. You wrapped your arms around his neck and sunk into the kiss. It was worth the wait, Dino was very good and very hot. The trouble with forcing yourself away from someone is it never works. It just bottles up those emotions and they have a way of coming out. That's how one kiss turned into Dino pressing you up against a wall while you yanked him closer. “Don’t stop” you told him and he nodded “I don’t think I could if I wanted to” he panted before coming back to you. You were both a mess of emotions and hormones so you didn’t notice the door swing open. "You're dead" you heard someone tell and turned to see Scoups charging into the room. He practically ripped Dino off you and threw him across the room. "Scoups!" you heard someone yell and saw Joshua and Jeonghan appear. They ran to Scoups but he wasn't paying them any mind. "What did I tell you? What did I freakin tell you?" he screamed at Dino who was just trying to get out of his grip. "Hyung calm down, we like one another and want to date!". "Date?" Scoups roared "you think I'll let you date her? After this?". Joshua and Jeonghan finally got him away from Dino and you rushed to make sure he was okay. "Y/n you step away from him right now" Scoups said and you snapped. "No screw you Scoups". Everyone froze and Dino felt like he was going to faint. "What did you say?" Scoups asked and you walked towards him with zero fear "I said screw you! Who the hell are you to tell Dino he can't date me. I'm not your property you ass, this isn't the 17th century where you and Oppa get to sell me off to whoever you like. I get to choose and I pick him. You can either like it or hate it but that doesn’t change anything! Got it?". Everyone held their breath expecting Scoups to explode but instead he bowed his head and nodded "okay". "Okay?" everyone asked and Scoups nodded "if Y/n says she picks you then okay. She’s right only her opinion matters and i trust her". You nodded "that’s better, now shall we forget this ugliness ever happened and go enjoy the party?". Scoups nodded and led you downstairs. The others watched the two of you go in shock. "What the hell just happened?" Joshua asked. Jeonghan smiled "we underestimated Y/n. She might be the youngest but that just makes her all the more powerful". "Yeah no kidding, why on earth did I come to you for protection? She's clearly the one with nerves of steel" Dino said finally able to breathe. Jeonghan shot him a look "watch it, Y/n can't protect you from me" but then hugged him "congratulations". Joshua nodded "yeah you're gonna be a great couple". Dino smiled proudly that he could now tell everyone about you and call himself your boyfriend "yeah...I'm very lucky". Dino came outside to find you and Scoups laughing together, upstairs officially in the past. You both looked up as Dino appeared and Scoups paused before nodding to him. Dino felt his heart swell up and saw you smile approvingly. Scoups patted you on the shoulder and walked away. You approached Dino and smiled “are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?”. Dino shook his head “I’m fine, perfect actually”. You laughed “well if you’re okay would you like to finish that dance? We got distracted before”. Dino gasped “you mean dance in front of people? Together”. You grinned and took his hand “scandalous I know” and took him to the centre of the floor. Dino saw his members watching with smiles on their faces but then he only saw you. He wrapped his arms around you and the rest of the world fell away. The two of you were the last ones to leave the dancefloor.

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[queen-rainy-love]

The Faerie Pure Wedding Part 10

Let's go!

Just a little warning, this part will get sad.

*The scene takes place hours later. Red Velvet is sitting on the guest bed, thinking about what had happened earlier. A moment later, Pastry enters the bedroom with a worried expression.*

Red Velvet: Hey. How are the kids?

Pastry: Capsaicin says he's fine but I can tell he's putting on a brave face for the others. Snow Sugar is scared that they will be separated from their fathers and be sent to their Grandmother Cotton. The Strawberry kids are trying to stay calm. And Pond Dino just finally calmed down after seeing your...estranged grandfather. *sits next to Red Velvet* How was the meeting?

Red Velvet: *pulls her closer to him* The meeting was intense. Grandfather Faerie was recommending that all of us stay here until we capture Shadow Milk. That caused Mom to almost have a screaming match with him. Dark Cacao offered a place for us in the Citadel. That caused Golden Cheese to start the screaming match. It lasted for a good two, three hours.

Pastry: *gently rubs his hand* Did they say what the final decision will be?

Red Velvet: We'll all return to our respective kingdoms tomorrow afternoon and prepare for war against the Beasts.

Pastry: And we won't have time to find Dark Enchantress.

Red Velvet: Right. And Grandfather Faerie won't let us go deeper into Beast-Yeast. So tonight is our last night here.

Pastry: I see. *Leans her head on his shoulder*I'll let the kids know tonight.

*The couple sat in silence, unwinding from the day's events. Red Velvet silently cursed at himself while Pastry thought about two questions.*

Red Velvet: (I should have asked her when I had the chance! Damn it! I-)

Pastry: Velvet.

Red Velvet: Hm? *looks over at her*

Pastry: I have a question for you.

Red Velvet: Oh, yeah. What is it?

Pastry: Who was Shadow Milk talking about? You cut him off but he mentioned someone. Someone that made you mad. Who was it?

Red Velvet: ... *takes a deep breath* I was mad at Shadow Milk, not who he mentioned. My son, Strawberry Cream.

Pastry: Your...son? I didn't know you already had one.

Red Velvet: I don't blame you. I don't talk about him much. Hell, Madeleine, Burnt Cheese, and Dark Choco are the only ones who knows about him and even then, it's not much. It just hurts to talk about him.

Pastry: *Holds his hand* Then please tell me about him. Tell me about our son.

*Red Velvet's eyes widen, tears threatening to fall. He swallowed his sadness down before speaking.*

Red Velvet: I made Strawberry Cream when I was eighteen. I had found Dark Mom's lab. I was messing around with her materials and the next thing I knew, I had created a Freshly-Baked. He was so small and innocent. He could fit in my claw. *looks at his Cake hand*

Pastry: *places her hand in his Cake hand*

Red Velvet: As I looked at him, I remembered thinking...I don't know what she would do when she finds him. Is she going to take him from me? Will she make him a warrior? Will I get to see him? I didn't want that for him.

Pastry: What did you do?

Red Velvet: *sighs* I went to the closest village and dropped him off to a family that was better than me. But a year later...the village was destroyed. Nothing was left. Everything was gone.

Pastry: *her heart drops* Oh, Velvet. *pulls him in a hug*

*Red Velvet hugs her back and silent tears fall. Pastry could hear a hiccup or two escape from him. All she could do is rub his back as he cried. This goes on for a good minute before Red Velvet pulls away.*

Red Velvet: *wipes his tears away* Sorry about that. I...I didn't want you to see me like this.

Pastry: *helps wipe his tears away* Don't you dare apologize. What you went through...I can't imagine going through that.

Red Velvet: Hell...I couldn't even find his body so I couldn't create a grave for him.

Pastry: ...You didn't find his body.

Red Velvet: No.

Pastry: Then there's a chance we can find him! He might still be alive! We can use the same spell that Cream Puff used to find Lilybell. And if he wants to, he can come home with us.

Red Velvet: *eyes widen* You really want him to live with us?

Pastry: Of course. He is our child, just like Capsaicin and Pond Dino. Even if we aren't married, Strawberry Cream is my son too.

*Red Velvet could feel a smile form on his face. He leaned in and gently kissed Pastry. He pulled away and kneeled in front of her.*

Pastry: Velvet?

Red Velvet: I wanted to ask you this for the past week but things just keep happening. *Pastry tilts her head* I had a whole speech for it but...ha...screw it. *Red Velvet pulls out a small black box and opens it to reveal a beautiful red ring. Pastry covers her mouth and tears start to form.* I don't think I can spend another day without you by my side. Pastry...will you marry me?

Pastry: Yes! *throws her arms around his neck* Yes, you dummy!

*Red Velvet stands up with her in his arms and spins her around, laughing joyfully.*

#cookie run kingdom #crk headcanons #red velvet cookie #pastry cookie #redpastry #red velvet x pastry #pastry x red velvet

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 33

A/N: This chapter was actually inspired by an old Tumblr post that went around back in the day. Something like: 'find someone who will fuck you in the laundry room while waiting for the timer to go off on your kid's Dino chicken nuggets.' And I still think about that like 13 years later, so it inspired this chapter 🤣

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, medical talk/hospital visit, lil angsty.

The Fiala children are driving me up the damn wall today.

Nothing seems to satisfy them.

At 5 and barely 2, the age difference is both a blessing and a curse.

Luca is currently running around, chasing his sister as she toddles as fast as she can away from him. Lacey is shrieking in happiness, but the noise is getting to the right level that makes my brain pound between my temples. I glance at the clock, scowling when I see it is past noon and my husband should definitely be back from morning skate by now. From the moment both kids got up this morning, Kevin and I knew it was going to be a day. When you’re a parent, you develop a sense for these types of things. Part of me is slightly resentful that he got to leave and I had to stay with the monsters.

The oven beeps as Luca grabs his little sister, causing her to topple over and land with her face skidding into the carpet. I cringe, pausing for a moment to see what the reaction is going to be. Lacey lifts her face and a slight, evil cackle comes from her lips. Whew. Disaster averted. She hops to her feet as quick as she can and off they go again.

I grab the sheet pan and throw the Tyson chicken nuggets on there, then open the oven door to pop them in. Lacey will only eat four, but Luca has been going through a growth spurt, so I add in a few extra in case he needs it. Whatever they don’t eat, I’ll throw onto my salad. Kevin is likely eating at the rink since it is a game day.

Lacey shrieks when my back is turned to both kids. It's not a good one, so I whip around after shutting the oven and find my oldest with a fist full of his sister’s hair.

“Excuse me.” I stare him down. “No. Let go.”

“She tried to bite me!” He insists, still gripping her hair.

“Luca, let go.” My voice is more stern as Lacey’s shrieks continue to grow. I move to walk around the island causing Luca to releases his grip. Lacey reaches forward and sinks her toddler teeth into her brother’s forearm. Luca screams and pulls away from her. “Of course this is happening without your dad here.” I mutter under my breath as I get between them. They take in the distressed look on my face and both dissolve into body shaking sobs filled with anger, hurt, and rage.

I hear the door before I see my husband. I turn to him, eyes pleading with him to help. He cringes before rushing to scoop Luca up right as he winds up to slap his sister’s face.

“Enough.” Kevin’s voice is calm as I grab Lacey who is screaming at a decibel I didn’t think human beings could get to. I close my eyes, rocking her against my chest as Kevin continues to speak to Luca. “Not okay.”

“She-“

“No.” Kevin cuts him off. “Take a deep breath.” He sucks one in as well with our son, then they push it out together. Large tears fall from Luca’s eyes as Lacey breathes heavily in my arms.

Become a parent they said. It will be rewarding they said.

“When we get upset, we need to take a break, not hurt people.” Kevin’s voice is gentle as he sets Luca back on the ground. Our son pouts at his dad. “Entschuldige dich bei deiner Schwester.” He encourages him to apologize to Lacey.

“Tut mir leid.” Luca mutters his apology. Kevin nods his head in approval. “She bit me.” Luca blurts, switching back to English, looking at me for support.

“I understand that. She was wrong as well. But you are older and know better.” Luca stares at Kevin, brown eyes shining with tears. “Let’s go take that break.” Kevin pulls Luca into his chest and rubs at his back. Our eyes meet as Lacey lays motionless in my arms, coming down from her tantrum and instantly being overcome with tiredness. “Go upstairs to your room. Let us know when you are ready.” Luca nods and heads to the stairs, slowly going up them until we hear the soft click of his door.

“I know it looked like I didn’t have that under control, but I was putting lunch in the oven.” I don’t know why I am insistent that Kevin knows that, but I want him to. He smiles and nods.

“I know you did, baby.” He looks down at Lacey.

“You need a break too.” I murmur to her, she nods her head at me. “You can stay down here on the couch. No TV, just quiet time.” A few more large drops slip out. I lay her on the couch with her blanket, ignoring the thumb she stuck into her mouth. I can’t fight with her on that right now. One battle at a time.

I release a heavy sigh as I go back to the kitchen, shaking my head.

“It’s been a roller coaster this morning.” I whisper to Kevin when he joins me. He wraps his arms around my back and I bury my face in his chest. I feel the tension seeping from my body as his strong hands rub reassuring circles through my shirt. “They were playing fine until they weren’t.” I shrug my shoulders, glancing at the oven to check on the chicken nuggets.

“Is that timer for lunch?” He asks, noting there is still nine minutes left.

“Yeah. They will probably be happier once they eat.”

“Plenty of time for me to eat.”

“You didn’t eat at the rink?” I ask him, pulling back to look at his face.

“Oh, I did. I’m ready for dessert though.” He begins to walk me backwards, towards the laundry room that is adjacent to the mudroom, next to the pantry.

“What.” A breathy laugh comes from my mouth as he releases one hand from me, opening the door handle and pushing me inside. “Babe?” I ask, giving him a confused look. His tongue licks his bottom lip as his hands come to the button on my jeans. Oh.

“You’re dessert.” He insists. “And I’ve only got 8 and a half minutes, so hop up.” He points to the dryer. My reaction is too slow for Kevin.

“Ohmygod, Kev!” Falls out of my lips as he sets me unceremoniously on the running dryer. “Lacey-"

“She’s already sleeping.” Kevin tells me. “And you need this. Fuck, I need this too.”

My jeans are off and he tugs my panties down as well. My eyes are wide with surprise and hunger. He grabs my leg, tossing it over his shoulder and pushing my other thigh wider. I instinctively thread my fingers though his hair. When his tongue connects with my clit, I’m speechless. My head falls back, my breathing begins to increase, and I lose myself in his skilled movements.

“Mmm.” It drops from my lips involuntarily. I suck in a shaky breath, looking down at him as he sucks me into his mouth. “Babe, I want you inside me.” It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had Kevin filling me. If we only have 8 minutes, I want the best stuff- him- deep, hard and fast.

“Not until you come on my face.” His voice is coated in desire. My grip in his hair tightens and I push his face further into me. His mouth laps and tugs me, convincing my body to surrender to him. It isn’t long before I do exactly what he asked. The dryer shaking adds an edge of delicious vibration to my orgasm. Kevin stands, forcing my lips onto his.

“I needed that.” I confess to him as he grips his dick, ready to slide into me.

“You need this more.” He thrusts gently into me, knowing I’m going to need time to adjust. He’s thick and rigid, causing my walls to convulse on him immediately. He sighs against my lips before his teeth connect with my lower one. “This is my favorite place to be.” His voice comes out like a growl as my fingers dig into his shoulders. He begins to move, the dryer squeaks with the force of his thrusts, but it doesn’t deter us. His arms tighten around me as he feels my body going limp, begging for more, tugging him further inside of me by shuddering around him.

“Oh.” The moan is breathy, impossible to get any gusto to it with how damn good he feels inside of me. It’s a lie though. What’s really happening is I’m losing control and uninhibited moans are building in my throat.

“Shhhhh.” He reminds me, watching my face, knowing I’m so close. My body refuses any movement except leaning into how damn good this feels. His hands shift to grip my ass as he drives deeper, shoving me right off the cliff and into the abyss of orgasm. My mouth opens, no sound comes out, until it does; it’s loud and needy. Kevin catches the tail end of it with his mouth.

My muscles squeeze him tight and I buck my hips into him in the end. That get’s him.

“Yes, baby.” He whimpers as he climaxes inside of me.

His hips shove me up further until he can barely connect with me. He pushes out a quick breath, sliding me back down so he can fill me completely again. Seconds later, our eyes open and he releases me so I can jump off the dryer. His hands immediately come to my bare butt, pulling me into a tight hug. I’m thankful because my legs are wobbling but his strength is more than enough to keep me up. He shoves his face into the crook of my neck as his chest continues to heave. My fingers come to his hair while I turn my face deeper into him so our cheeks touch.

“You’re the only one I want to fuck while waiting for our babies’ chicken nuggets to be done.” I can feel his lips brushing my neck as he talks. I smile against his shoulder, pressing my lips there then nipping with my teeth. When I pull back, his brown eyes are watching me. “The days are long right now.” He reminds me gently. As every day has been since Kevin and I met, I know I’m not alone in this. I’m grateful for his reminder now.

“Next week is going to be tough.” I murmur to him, thinking of his road trip to the Southwestern & Central United States. So many days without him will be heavy for all the Fialas.

“I love you.” He says simply. He knows he can’t change this. He knows it will be difficult for me. But he sees me. And he loves me fiercely for willingly signing up for every part of our life together.

“I love you more.” I tell him, running my finger over his swollen lips.

The oven shrills, Luca yells for Kevin, and we are back to the reality of parenthood.

_ _ _

It’s four in the morning that next week, four games into the five game road trip for the Wild. My hand goes against Lacey’s forehead for the umpteenth time in the last 15 minutes. I woke up to her puking in her bed. She cried for me while sitting in the mess. I had scooped her up quickly, then rinsed her off in the bath. She had been warm when I initial came in, but now she feels hotter some how, even after the children’s Tylenol I forced between her lips. Her little body shakes with forceful chills.

“Mama.” She cries, wanting me to make it better for her.

“I know, sweetie. Try to drink some more water.” I give her the sippy cup from the nightstand. I brought her into our room to distance us a bit from Luca and because I didn’t have the energy to put new sheets on her bed. I know it’s risky, especially with the icky green color of her fluids. I’ve turned on Disney+ for her but she is uninterested. Instead, her eyes seemingly glaze over as she stares at the ceiling, tugging in heavy breaths.

“Lace, drink some water.” I coo to her again. She takes the sippy cup from me and sucks in a few glugs. It instantly comes back up. Her soft wails fill the room, but no tears come from her eyes. I push my hair back from my face as I walk to the bathroom to get another towel. I clean her up again and step back, really looking at my child. Something isn’t right. I watch her a little longer but then doubt fills my mind as she laughs at a scene in the show. She wouldn’t be laughing if she was dehydrated, right? Maybe I’m just really tired. I grab a cool compress from the bathroom before settling back in next to her.

At some point, I drift into a light sleep. When I awaken again, Lacey is asleep next to me. I reach out, brushing her hair from her face and gasp at the intensity of her warmth. I begin to feel panic bubble in my chest, shoving the blankets off her body. She reacts instantly to the coolness with trembles.

“Lace.” I jiggle her a bit, wanting her eyes to open. She does so and smiles at me.

“Daddy?” She asks me, looking over at his pillow.

“He’s at work.” I remind her. She nods like she understands and then reaches for her sippy cup. She sucks down a few sips, this time keeping it down. I breathe a sigh of relief, grabbing the washcloth from the bed to cool it down again. When I return, Lacey is sitting in water.

“Did you spill?” I ask her, grabbing the cup and seeing it still full.

“Ah.” She points to her mouth.

“Here, bubba. Hold this on your head.” I tell her, reaching for my phone. I press Kevin’s name on FaceTime. We have an agreement that when he is out of town, he keeps his ringer on at night. So I’m not surprised when he answers before the second ring.

“Hi.” He says to me. Concern laces his brows together despite his obvious slumber before my call.

“Lacey is sick.” I say, biting my lip.

“What’s going on?” He asks, more alert now.

“She seems to have some kind of stomach thing. But… I’m worried she might be getting dehydrated.”

“Ugh.” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “What can I do?”

“Can you look at her?” I ask, turning the camera so it’s on Lacey. She is laying back in Kevin’s pillow motionless, mindlessly starting at the TV. I watch Kevin on the screen as he squints. He reaches over to turn the lamp on, then sits up further in bed.

“Go closer.” He asks me. I oblige and am silent as he looks at her. “I mean, she looks sick, but I can’t see much more than that.”

“Okay.” I sigh, looking away. “Sorry I woke you. I’m just worried. It feels.. not right.”

“If you feel you need to take her in, you should.”

“I don’t know. Every time I panic, she seems to magically get better. What if I bring her in and they think I’m a hypochondriac mom?”

“What if you don’t bring her in?” Kevin presses me. He’s sensing my anxiousness through the phone, digging in a little deeper to see if we can figure out an action plan. I shake my head, leaning back into our headboard.

“I’m going to wait.” I affirm to him. He nods in agreement with me.

“You’re there, hon. You can see better than me.” A large yawn pulls his lips apart and he hisses in a new breath.

“I should let you go.” I shake my head, looking again at the time. He must have just gotten to Chicago a few hours ago. He needs sleep if he is going to play tonight.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, sensing my mood.

I hesitate in responding. I take in the paleness of Lacey’s features as she dozes into sleep. I chomp on my bottom lip, feeling my breathing increase. My reluctancy is clearing and I’m feeling more sure of what I know. My fight or flight is clearly kicking in. Deep in my gut, I know something isn’t right.

“Kev.” I only say his name, then look at him with distress.

“Babe, I trust what you’re feeling. Take her.” Kevin encourages me. “You keep saying this isn’t right. Just go. I’ll call your mom for Luca.”

If I thought I was going to get relief from taking Lacey to the hospital, I was proven wrong instantly. The ER doctors took one look at her and rushed her into an open bed. They started poking and prodding her, checking reflexes and pupils and heart rate. Her temperature is close to 104 and her body shakes with chills as we all watch. They’re asking me question and I respond as much as I can. In one of the tests, the doctor doesn’t like what he sees. They’ve already started her IV which causes Lacey to begin dry vomiting.

“Mrs. Fiala, can you please head back to the waiting room?”

“What?” I ask, surprised that they want me to leave my young child.

“We are concerned for your daughter’s health. We need some space to give her the proper care she needs.” A nurse gently puts a hand on my elbow, easing me back. I am in stunned silence as they pull the curtain around my daughter’s bed.

“But, that’s my baby.” I cry to the nurse with me.

“It’s okay, mom. You’ve done all that you can. Let us take care of her.” She steps back into where Lacey is and I begin to panic. I grab my phone, rushing out of the room and throwing myself outside into the cool, winter night. I’m hyperventilating as I start to flip through my phone to get to my husband.

“Kevin!” I sob into FaceTime when he picks up. He snaps to attention at the desperate tears on my face. “The doctors-“ I cut myself off with a sob. “They think it’s bad. They’re running all these tests on her. Her fever is so high they started her IV before we even got into a room. She is barely responsive of their checks. They won’t even let me be with her right now.”

I’m sitting on the curb by the emergency area, snow soaking into my yoga pants, while I try to suck oxygen into my lungs. I’m sobbing so hard that I’m coughing. Kevin is watching me with wide eyes; he’s never seen me like this. The kids have certainly been sick before when he is out of town, but not like this. Nothing ever like this.

“I need you!” I finally yell at him.

“I’m coming. I’ll figure it out. I’ll drive if I have to.” He is moving around the hotel, throwing things into his overnight bag furiously. “I’ll let you know when I have a plan.” He assures me. “I love you. Go back and wait, baby.” I nod my head as the screen goes black. I go back to the curtain as the doctor is pulling it away.

“Mrs. Fiala, your daughter is severely dehydrated with a fever we need to contain as quickly as possible. She is taking the fluids a little better now, but she needs a higher level of care than we can provide her here. We are going to move her to the pediatric ICU. It’s precautionary but necessary. We need your approval to move her and begin treatment of her fever with a more intense reliever.”

“Yes. Please.” He nods and gives my arm a gentle pat.

“She will be in excellent hands upstairs.” I find myself nodding in agreement as he walks away, beginning the movement of my daughter.

“Mama.” I hear Lacey call for me. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and go to her, soothing her worry.

“I’m here, baby. Mama’s here.” My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, looking at Kevin’s words.

Craig’s plane is in Chicago. He’s letting me use it. I’m on my way to you. It’s a simple text, but the relief pours through my body knowing Kevin is on his way. Luckily, the team is at the end of their road trip in Chicago and it’s a quick flight back to Minneapolis. Even luckier for us is the generosity of Wild Owner Craig Leopold.

Lacey is asleep when Kevin arrives.

“Dad’s here.” Lacey’s nurse, Kim, calls to me. Kevin appears and she shuts the door after he steps in. Because of Kevin’s popularity, they are taking precautions to make sure we have the privacy we deserve. Wild fan are generally respectful, but I’m appreciative of the hospital’s dedication to keeping our stay quiet.

“Hi. How are you? How is she?” He asks, enveloping me in his arms. I immediately start to cry into his chest, overwhelmed with the day and relief that he’s here with me. When I feel like I’ve taken enough of the pressure off, I pull back. Kevin wipes at my tears before I can.

“Better. Her fever is slowly coming down. They’ve given her two bags of fluids, but expect her to have a couple more before she can be discharged.”

“Wow. She looks tiny in that bed.” Kevin murmurs, taking my hand and leading me back to my chair. I sit in it while Kevin plops onto the bed next to Lacey. He reaches for her little hand, placing two of his fingers in her grip. She doesn’t stir from her sleep and Kevin frowns deeper. “Love you baby.” He whispers to her, kissing her forehead. His other hand smoothes her hair back from her delicate cheeks. “Wow, this sucks.” Kevin clears his throat with a cough. I can tell he is feeling emotional as he looks at our sick baby.

“Not great.” I confirm, placing a hand on his thigh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He shakes his head.

“You are now.”

“Feel like I let you down.” His lips pull into a tight, disgruntled line. I shake my head no.

“You can’t plan for babies getting sick.” I remind him.

When we arrive back home late that night, we relieve my mom of watching Luca. She insists he was an angel, not surprising as that’s what she always says. I thank her for her help as Kevin carries Lacey to the couch. She looks so small and her eyes are lowered in utter exhaustion. I frown deeply, feeling the tears poking at my eyes. I walk with my mom to the door and give her a hug.

“Seriously, thank you.” I say again, wanting her to know how much I appreciated her.

“Of course. You did the right thing. Always trust your gut.” She reminds me. “You know your child. You know what’s normal and what isn’t. Lacey is okay because you trusted that feeling.” I nod my head in appreciation then watch as she walks to her car and drives off. I release a heavy sigh, allowing my shoulders to return to a natural position. My muscles are tight and cramped. I rotate my neck from side to side to gain some more flexibility.

I move into the living room, taking in the sight of our sick daughter cuddling into Kevin’s chest. She looks much better than earlier. Flush has returned to her cheeks; her skin is full of color and plumpness that it lacked this morning. I take a seat next to Kevin on the couch, resting my forehead against his bicep. He’s still in his suit jacket, not willing to leave the hospital even to change. I feel the pressure of his lips on my head.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? I’ve got her.” I pull back, feeling the exhaustion begin to consume me. I look down at Lacey, watching intently as she draws breath evenly. Kevin senses my hesitation to leave. “Safest place in the world for her is right here with me.” He insists.

“I know, but I want to be with you.” I say to him. A soft smile tugs his lips up. He repositions Lacey into the crook of his other arm, grabbing a few couch pillows to support her weight.

“Come here, mama.” He murmurs. I place my cheek on the other side of his chest, reaching out for Lacey’s face to brush a few strands of matted hair from her skin. She twitches in her sleep so I pull back, drinking in the sight of her instead.

“When I gave her to the doctors, they were so concerned. I panicked. I’m sorry.” I shake my head at him. “You probably could have stayed in Chicago.”

“No. I couldn’t. I was already worried and then you called me again, I knew you were scared. I don’t give a shit about the game, babe. I had to come home.” I nod my head against him.

It isn’t long before my eyelids close. Kevin lets me sleep as long as possible before he awakens me.

“Sam... baby.” He calls gently. I shift off of him, looking down at Lacey who is still sleeping. She looks even better than when I drifted off. “Let’s go to bed.”

“She needs to be with us.”

“She will be.” He acknowledges as I stand. The three of us slowly make our way into the master bedroom, but not before I stop to check on Luca. He’s peaceful, unaware of the distress of the day.

Kevin has set Lacey in the middle of our bed. The sheets smell clean and I know my mom was doing laundry while she was here. Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I go to our closet with Kevin and we undress in silence. I pull on my comfiest pajamas before following him back to bed. Lacey has stretched out across his side. He gathers her back into his chest and settles into our mattress with her. His lips brush her forehead sweetly. She stirs at the feeling of his stubble on her nose. Her little hand reaches up for his face, resting on his cheek before falling to his neck.

“Her fever has stayed away.” Kevin tells me. “She feels normal.” I sigh in relief as I slide closer to them. I place my lips on the back of our daughter’s head. Kevin’s eyes find mine and it feels like an entire conversation wordlessly passes between us.

“Thank you.” I whisper to him.

“Call me anytime you need me. I’ll get to you as fast as I can.”

“I know.”

Of all the things in the world I'm sure of, Kevin’s love for us is at the top.

#letters in your last name au #Sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Race to the Finish - Chapter 2 - Daycare and Dismay

I felt the soft shaking in my dream before I was even fully awake, having a dream about driving my car again. No destination in particular in mind, just driving when the car began to rattle and shake. I felt the car seemingly almost falling apart before suddenly, I was opening my eyes, my room was still somewhat dark, save for the nightlight and I had Khris over me, gently shaking my arm before smiling. “Good morning sleepy head, time to get up, we gotta get you brekky and around for daycare so I can go to work.” 

I nod  as I slowly pull myself out of bed, seeing my day clothes already laid out as Khris quickly kneels down, gently slipping a finger between my legs and nodding as she goes to pull the sides off my pull up, making me blush deep red as I just stand in my half awake state “You coulda just asked…” I mumble as I hear my pull up drop to the floor with an audible plop and she looks at me “Sorry hun, just habit, mixed with a bit of oversleeping on my part.” She starts to make quick work of cleaning me with a warm wipe before having me step into another pull up, which I don’t argue with right now, given her rushed nature currently. 

“Sweetie, can you do me a big favor and get yourself dressed? I gotta go make sure your breakfast didn’t overcook” She asked, standing quickly as I was barely able to nod before she was out the door. I gave a small sigh as I looked at the outfit she’d picked for me, cargo shorts and a t-shirt that had some dinosaur on it with the saying “I’m dino-mite”. I get my clothes on quickly and shuffle out and to the kitchen, rubbing my eyes tiredly as Khris scoops me up without a second thought, setting me in my booster seat. I look up as she set a plate of eggs and french toast in front of me with a sippy cup of milk as she went to go finish her own breakfast. 

“Where’s Ty?” I ask, as normally he’d be bustling about along with her. This led to a small sigh from Khris “He got a promotion a week ago and now has to help open, meaning he goes in an hour earlier.” I nodded a bit as I started to eat, trying to make as little work as possible for Khris so I tried to keep as clean as possible, drinking from my sippy cup without issue. 

She sat and ate, giving me a soft smile “Thanks for being such a big boy for mommy this morning.” I blushed but also felt a rush of pride run through me at being praised for such a simple thing as getting dressed and eating cleanly. “Well…yeah, I’m not Stevie right now so…I’ll help where I can.” She nodded and smiled at me still as she ate her own meal and scrolled her phone, the morning mostly calm now as I saw the sun just peaking over the trees through the back door. It wasn’t much longer before we both finished up, Khris grabbing my bluey themed backpack off my hook and making sure my water bottle was filled before handing it to me. She took me out to the car, opening the back door and with the swiftness only a mother could have lifted me into my car seat and had me buckled in one swift motion. She got into the driver's seat and the garage door opened behind us as she backed out and we were off. 

The neighborhood rushing past outside the window as I sat with my backpack at my feet, only just now feeling the butterflies in my stomach as I slowly started to realize…we were heading to daycare. An ACTUAL daycare, and not for a little meet and greet for some kiddos that really liked my driving, no, I was going because I was a student, and I had to be there. Those thoughts rattled me a bit to my core and I was lost in thought as the town rushed by, seeing the playground pass by and kids going to actual school before we slowly pulled into the daycare. I grimaced as I recognized it as “Little Lions daycare and nursery”. 

I slowly unbuckled myself as Khris got out and helped me out, barely even looking at me before going to walk in as I stood there and looked down “K…Khris..?” She turned around now and frowned, walking back and kneeling down “What’s wrong Stephen? Did you forget something? Did you have another accident?” I blushed at the second one and shook my head quickly before softly asking “Do..I have to go to daycare? Can’t I come with you? I…I don’t think I’m gonna fit in here at all, and..might make things harder on them.” She shook her head “No sweetie, I can’t bring you to work with me, I have a meeting with a client today to set his court date, and I picked this daycare because they can care for all sorts of littles, even the big ones.” 

I looked a little surprised at that, though..that might mean today won’t be nearly as bad as I thought. “Alright…I…I guess I can give it a try.” Khris smiled and kissed my forehead “And that’s all I can ask, now come on, I don’t wanna be too late.” She said, taking my hand and leading me in. The first thing that hit me was the noise, even though it was early, the sounds of play and childish chatter echoed through the halls of this place and I was led to the front desk where a woman I recognized to be Lily sat. She looked fresh out of highschool and had her black hair tied into a ponytail today. She’d been working here for a few months now and often let me sit up here and ‘help’ check others out when I didn’t wanna be in the room.

 She looked up from her computer and smiled at Khris “Well good morning you two, did we have a rough time waking up today?” Khris chuckled at that and nodded “Though this time it was me, rather than him.” I blushed as I looked down and Lily nodded and looked down at me “And how’s my best little helper Stevie today?” I shrugged as Khris leaned in a bit to Lily, and I heard her say “He’s actually older today, and might prefer to go by Stephen right now.” Lily nodded in understanding before smiling at me “Well, it’s good to see you Stephen, I’ll let your teacher know she’ll have an extra big helper today.” 

She stepped out from behind the desk and took my hand gently as Khris let go and looked at me “I’ve gotta be off, I love you and will be here to get you as soon as I can, okay?” I nodded as she blew me a kiss and started to make her way out, while Lily led me down a brightly colored hall, filled with murals of various safari animals before we reached a room labeled “Lion’s den” and inside I heard the loud chatter of voices as I saw the room was filled with play and excitement already, today was going to be a long day….

I’m led into the room by Lily, though she quickly breaks away and makes her way to my teacher, Mrs. Sarah, and the two start to have a quiet conversation, likely about my lucid time. I give a soft sigh as I shuffle to my cubby, cringing a bit at the poorly written name that’s hot glued above where my gloves and winter hat are currently living until it gets colder, likely forgotten by Stevie before it started to get warmer and now here until suddenly needed again. As I get my stuff away I notice Lily walking out and soon enough Mrs. Sarah is kneeled down next to me, a soft smile on her face. 

I’ve been in her class for the last three ish months after Khris stopped being able to get her mom to care for me, and so far she’d been super nice, though this would be a true test for her likely. Her smile never faltered as she said “Good morning Stephen, nice to finally meet you sweetie, I’ve heard a lot about you, though from what I know about regressies, your probably gonna be pretty close to little Stevie.” I looked at her and shrugged a bit “I mean…maybe? I dunno, from what I remember he’s kinda, wild at points.” 

She nodded a bit at this and chuckled “What four year old isn’t, heck, if I was four I’d probably be wild too.” I chuckled a bit as I smiled a bit at her “Well…I’m not as wild, but yeah, still love cars, still wanna help ya however I can and um…” I blushed a bit as she nodded and just motioned to my lower area in a silent understanding. “Well, I’m excited to have you back in class today sweetie, you remember all our morning routines?” I nodded and smiled at her as she ruffled my hair “Good, well then you know it’s morning play time, so why don’t you go hang out for a bit before we start morning circle time.” 

She stood and walked to her desk as I looked around the chaotic room, though now that I was looking at the room as an adult, I could see it wasn’t just random chaos, it was controlled, some kids running about, but most being in certain areas to play with certain toys. The room was set up in a way that flowed but was easy to control, magnet tiles and Duplos on one table, some wooden buildable train tracks on one carpet while the other had tons of blocks, cars and traffic items, in the center I saw a mock kitchen, with a few kiddos playing in it. Currently it looked like there were a few kids playing with pretend menus in hand, obviously acting like this was an actual restaurant. 

I walked through the room I’d spent many hours in already, though now as I walked I looked at all the kids. wondering which ones were like me, just not having lucid periods, who was fully regressed and just like any other kid, and who might be a physical regression only.Here just enjoying themselves and chilling while their caregiver was at work. 

As I wondered I noticed one kid I’d actually played with a fair amount, though now that I was older something clicked in my head as I looked at him. He stood over the play stove, currently making some sort of stew, though when I looked I noticed his movements were…too clean, too…professional. He also wasn’t randomly adding items to the fake pot, it was actual items you’d want in a stew, and as he turned to look at me it all clicked, it was that chef kid, the one I’d read about…the one who’d been like me.

I stared, probably mouth open as the boy smiled at me, his curly blonde hair looked still damp, probably from a morning bath as he waved at me “Hi Stevie! We’s playin’ west-a-want, you wanna join?” He asked, his diction not the best as he pronounced every syllable in restaurant and all I could do was stare at the boy, his heterochromatic eyes looking back at me, the fire of intellect burning in them, but with the innocence of a child. 

“Uh…I..yeah, sure, I’ll play” I nodded, walking over “What do you want me to do?” He seemed to think before nodding at me “You get to serve da food” he said matter of factly, me not getting much of a choice as I nodded. “Alright, when will it be ready?” I asked, looking into the little pot. It was currently filled with what looked to be tomatoes, an onion slice probably from a burger playset, some cheese and…it looked like some leaves, probably supposed to be some sort of basil or other green. 

The boy, whose name came to me just now to be Oisin (O-shen), looked at the pot and then me “Should be weady in…maybe a few minutes.” He nodded at me as I gave him a bit of a look, his ability to tell time was obviously gone, though he still knew roughly how long soup took to make, probably just based on muscle memory. “So…Oisin, I wanted to let you know before we play more, I’m uh, I’m back to being older, ya know” I tapped my head a bit “Up here?” He looked at me and that spark of understanding was still bright in his eyes as he nodded “Hadda feelin” 

I blinked a bit at that “Huh..? You had a feeling?” He nodded as he kept stirring his pretend soup “Uh huh, you’re nowmally lots mowe bouncy an…” He paused, as if looking for the right words, though not having all of them “talky, but it’s nice to meet ya, big you.” He smiled at me as I just stared, my whole world being shaken right now as I started to come to the realization…he was still very much in there, and not just that it was like he’d…reached a balance with his little side. 

Though I only had a few moments to have this realization as he poured the ‘soup’ into a bowl, handing it to me “Take dat to table A.” He said before turning back and I turned, only seeing one table with two little girls at it, which had to be the table he’d meant. I walked over, putting on my best waiter impression as I set the bowl between them “The chef’s special soup, for the two ladies at table A.” I said with a bow which caused the two girls to giggle before  one bowed back “T’ank you very much sir.” I nodded before walking back to Oisin and smiling at him as he looked at me now, though his face had a much more focused look to it, still childish, but like a child ready to talk about something serious. 

I frowned a bit as I looked at him “Everything okay Oisin?” He nodded but looked at me “You still swappin’ from big to lil, wight?” I nodded as he sighs a bit “Well…what questions you got?” I looked a bit surprised and taken aback by the suddenness of his question “Well…I mean, who said I had any?” He gave me a bit of a look “I know ya do, you’we in the same boat I was, and you pwobably wanna know why I’m like…dis.” He said, motioning to himself as I sighed a bit. 

“Yeah, I mean, I was curious about it, it’s not every day you hear about someone swapping so much before suddenly just, leveling out.” He nodded as he looked seriously at me “Well…I dunno lots myself, all I know is I twied to be big lots and all the sudden I just kinda…welaxed, like I just suddenly didn’t feel the need to weally twy to be as big, ya know?” I looked at him in disbelief “And you don’t miss being…completely clear?” He shrugged a bit “Not weally, its kinda nice, like I know I was big and I know some of the cookin stuff kinda, but it's like it got locked up an  I can wememba it if I fink weally hawd, but it's lots mowe fun to just play and go wif da flow. I dunno why it happened but it's like suddenly bein’ able to just…bweathe.” 

He smiled at me as I probably looked unsure and nervous because he gently patted my back “But hey, you might not be like me, you might just keep swappin, I’m just sayin fow me it’s pwetty nice.” I nodded but as I went to ask about how clear he really felt I heard the clapping from our teacher and as if on instinct I copied her morning clapping rhythm and immediately knew that meant it was time to quiet down and go to the carpet. 

Oisin smiled at me as he ran to the carpet and I followed, sitting next to him as I looked up at Mrs. Sarah. As she began our normal morning routine and I went through the motions with the other kids I could only continue to think about what Oisin had said, wondering if leveling out was as bad as I’d been making it in my head. Wondering if my big boy act had actually been working against me all this time, all the while doing our morning breathing.

The morning kept up, learning about the letter of the week, that being L and of course a few kids in the class with L’s in their name couldn’t help but shout out about it and go on long tangents about someone's cousin's sister's friend they know that has an L in their name. I just sat and likely looked lost in thought as I kept glancing at Oisin and even he at one point raised his hand eagerly and talked about how lemon has an L in it, like it was something brand new. Though to most kids in the class, it likely was new information. 

Soon enough though we were allowed to play and almost instantly kids ran to their preferred toys and Oisin just turned to me, a smile on his face “Whatcha wanna play with?” I frowned a bit and looked him up and down a bit “Don’t you wanna keep playing chef?” He shrugged a bit at my question “Not weally, I like to do otha stuff cause cookin can get suuuuper bowing.” I thought a bit and frowned “So…you don’t like cooking as much?” He shook his head “I like it lots, just…takes lots of time and I don’t always wanna do it.” I nodded and frowned, it must be due to his new age, though it could also be due to him not wanting to be the traditional chef all the kids think he should pretend to be. 

Either way I started to look around the room and seeing the magnet tiles free I looked at him “How about we build with those?” He looked over and perked up, hopping up and rushing over, causing me to scramble after as he looked at me “These are never fwee! We gotta play before others get hewe!” He seemed extremely genuinely excited about this…and I had to admit it was a bit infectious as I nodded and smiled “Alright!” I dug with him and we started to work on a large castle, the entire time we talked about what rooms were what and where certain things needed to go. 

It was…nice, calming, I barely noticed as we played just how much time had passed. As soon as I was done with what we decided to be the stable, I heard the clapping and Mrs. Sarah saying it was time to go outside for a bit. I turned and Oisin grabbed my hand, yanking me to the line as I yelped and he smiled “We gotta be close to fiwst in line, cause othawise we might not get swings.” I nodded, more going with his flow right now than actually wanting to swing, but I also figured he kinda knew his way around and knew the pecking order better than me at this point. 

Soon enough we were led outside to a childish playground, filled with things to do and all I could do was think about all the memories Stevie had out here, the hours of playing pretend and the picnic we’d had out here just a week earlier. It all looked so much the same, but different as I was dragged along to the swings by someone who was quickly becoming someone I might consider to be a…friend…maybe today wouldn’t be all that bad.

We sat on the lower swings, they were just high enough our feet couldn’t touch the ground, but also barely needed us to lift ourselves to get into. I immediately started to gently pump my legs back and forth, glancing over as I saw Oisin starting to do the same, though he seemed to struggle with keeping in time with his swings. He didn’t seem to mind though, he only looked over at me and gasped in awe “Whoooaa! You’we so high alweady!” I nodded and smiled “You gotta do big kicks! Like this!” I said, before kicking my legs forward while leaning back, giving myself a big speed boost and as I whooshed past Oisin I heard his childish “Whoaaaa!” again. 

I giggled as I kept swinging higher and higher, smiling big and feeling a childish giddiness wash over me. I saw Mrs. Sarah watching me, a slight look of worry on her face, though she likely knew I knew my limits and it was more of an instinct than a realistic worry. I just kept swinging but before long Oisin called up to me “Stevie! Do ya wanna go down the slide!?” I looked down at him and nodded quickly, slowing myself before getting to a comfortable height and hopping off, landing in the woodchips with a giggle as Oisin ran up “You okay?” I nodded and stood up “Beat ya to the slide!” I took off as I heard Oisin call from behind “Hey! Nuh uh!” and  then I heard his feet stomping behind me as we raced to the top of the playset. 

We both rushed up the stairs and Oisin giggled as he poked my arm a bit hard “Next time ya gotta wawn me!” I shook my head “Then you’d win!” He giggled more as he nodded “Duh!” and before I knew it he’d tossed himself down the slide, giggling as he slid down and I followed right behind. We did this along with playing in a springy car and climbing in the jungle gym, and soon enough we were wrangled up and brought inside by Mrs. Sarah and a helper.

As we walked in I looked up at the time and audibly gasped, it’d already been almost two and a half hours since I got here...time was flying past and I’d not even realized it. Though the next sound that hit my ears actually made me jump a bit as I heard Oisin yell out from next to me “NO! DON’T TOUCH OUW CASTLE!” He quickly rushed from my side to the table with our castle, where another student had started to knock various things over, likely out of the sheer fun of knocking things down. 

I saw this and felt my blood boil a bit, we’d worked so hard on that, and he didn’t even think to ask who was playing with it?! How…dumb was this kid! I stomped over behind Oisin as Mrs. Sarah quickly made her way over “Boys…what’s going on?” Oisin looked up  “He’s knockin ouw stuff ova!” The other boy, who I recognized to be Liam shook his head “I jus wanna play with it too!” Oisin stomped “Then ask! Don’t just knock it down!” Mrs. Sarah now chimed in and looked down at them “Boys…inside voices. Oisin, if he wants to play he can play, you need to share. Liam, if you wanna play you need to ask, they were playing with it before recess and I’m sure they’d be more than happy to let you help, right Stevie?” I blinked, suddenly being put on the spot as I nodded a bit “Uh…Yeah, I mean, long as he doesn’t knock it over and stuff…” 

I looked down, feeling bad I’d felt so mad about something so easy to rebuild, but Mrs. Sarah just continued “See Liam? This is why we gotta ask” Liam huffed but nodded as Oisin started to work on rebuilding again and Liam looked, starting to help pick up a few of the tiles that’d fallen on the floor. Mrs. Sarah smiled and winked at me as she stood and clapped “Alright friends! It’s almost lunch, so anyone who needs to potty should try now!” I rolled my eyes a bit, I didn’t need a reminder to go potty, and instead I turned to the castle, helping with the rebuilding process. 

After a bit of building we decided that a dragon had done the damage, rather than Liam, and Liam was actually a knight that’d fought the evil dragon off. We played and I started to genuinely enjoy myself, barely noticing as the lunch cart with hot dogs was rolled in and our teacher began to get others to wash their hands. 

Sarah tapped my shoulder a bit “Stephen, we gotta stop playing for a bit so we can eat, do you mind going and washing your hands?” She said, a smile on her face as I turned, blushing “Oh…yeah, sorry, I was focused” She nodded a bit and chuckled “I could tell, it’s okay, I have tons of fun with those too” She patted my back and I walked over, washing my hands quickly before finding a spot near Oisin, who was currently talking to another student about why ketchup was better than mustard. 

The lunch helper served us food on little plates, making sure we each had some french fries and hot dogs, along with a milk and fruit cup. I smiled and waited to get ketchup before digging in, swinging my legs a bit as Sarah walked around helping anyone who needed it. I rubbed my eyes a bit as I ate, knowing nap time was after this, though…I didn’t need that…right?

We cleaned up after lunch, throwing our plates away and washing up again before everyone started to pull out their rest time mats. Everyone except me, I walked up to Sarah, tapping her leg causing her to turn around and kneel down, smiling. “Yes Stephen?” I sighed a bit as I nervously asked “Do...I need to grab a mat? I mean..I’m older right now.” Sarah frowned for the first time today it felt as she knelt down “Stephen, I know you’re big, but you need to nap, your little body needs that rest, even if you feel like it doesn’t, and I’d prefer if you did because you tend to be cranky if you don’t nap.” 

I frowned at that and huffed a bit “I’m not gonna be cranky, I’m not some…toddler! I just wanna stay up and do…something!” Sarah gave me a bit of a look “Stephen, go get your mat, at least rest, even if you don’t sleep because I’m not sending you back home exhausted.” I huffed again and walked over, grabbing my sleep mat and stomping next to Oisin as Sarah grabbed the blanket Khris had packed for me in my bag. 

I laid out my mat as Sarah put my blanket on it and I kicked my shoes off as Oisin yawned and looked at me “What’s up Stevie, why you all mad?” I huffed a bit “Cause…she thinks I still need a nap when I’m fine.” Oisin looked at me “Well…you seem cwanky, but..you could just act like you’we sleepin,but I’m gonna sleep, naps awe pwetty nice.” He said, rolling onto his side. 

The lights were lowered and I slowly laid down, crossing my arms after covering myself with my blanket, determined to not sleep. I didn’t need this stupid nap, just like I didn’t need a reminder to go potty or help with my shower or…anything, I was an adult still, and they’d figure it out, sooner or later. 

I laid there and stared at the ceiling, Sarah walked around, helping some other kids fall asleep while soft music played through her computer, just some generic nap time music. I glanced over and saw Oisin already softly breathing, he was out like a light. I rolled my eyes a bit as I laid there, trying to think of anything to keep myself awake, even as my eyes started to flutter a bit. 

I slowly sat up and as I did I saw Sarah already heading my way, a soft groan escaping me as she slowly sat on the floor next to my mat “Stephen…honey, I need you to sleep.” I just shook my head a bit as she let a bit of a sigh out “And why not?” I looked away now “Cause, I’m fine, I’m not some little kid really, I’ll be fine to stay up” I could almost sense the annoyed look from her as she said “Honey, you might think you’re fine, but I’m telling you, your little body can’t do this, it needs sleep and is very used to this nap time.” 

I shrugged “And it’ll get unused to it, I’m not napping, I’ll sit here quietly if needed, but I’m not sleeping” She let another sigh escape her as she slowly stood “Alright then, if this is what you want sweetie, but you won’t get another chance to nap til you get home, so don’t throw a fit when you can’t.” She said before finishing her rounds and sitting at her desk, doing something on it as I watched silently, feeling the waves of tiredness hitting me as I swayed a bit, determined to stay awake, to prove her wrong, to show everyone just how big I was. 

The nap time passed slowly, the soft music continuing to play as it mixed with the clacking of her keyboard as she worked on something, likely lesson plans or maybe emails, but I wasn’t focused on that, at least not totally. I was focused on keeping myself awake, the dark grip of sleep threatened to pull me under multiple times, only for me to wake up with a bit of a jump, that shot of adrenaline keeping me awake until the next. 

I thought of pretty much anything to keep my mind going, dinner tonight, what to work on in the castle next, my old jobs, hell even what Ty and Khris might be doing right now. This went on for roughly an hour before the music suddenly stopped and I looked over as the lights were brought up to a light dim. 

Sarah slowly began to go around, waking children up as I got myself up and folded my mat up, grabbing my blanket as she slowly woke up Oisin and gave me a bit of a look “Sweetie…you look exhausted.” I shrugged and just walked away, putting my blanket back into my bag as I tried to hold back a yawn. 

After doing that I made my way to our castle and started work on an inner tower, something I’d thought up during my time awake and soon enough Oisin was at my side, watching as he looked at me “You didn’t sleep…did ya?” I shook my head and muttered “I don’t need it.” He frowned a bit “You suwe you don’t? You look like you can’t even stand up stwaight.” I gave him a bit of a glare and huffed “Yes I’m sure, thanks for the concern.” 

He looked a bit hurt by the sudden sharpness to my words. I sighed a bit “Sorry…I’m fine, just, a bit annoyed with Sarah…” He nodded a bit and slowly started to help me build as I stood there, swaying a bit as I built, the room coming to life around us, even as I felt my head spinning with exhaustion.

The day continued on, though I didn’t really participate as we were called together to small groups, something about colors, more stuff I didn’t need. I kept watching the clock, dismissal on the board said it was at 2:45, it was currently getting to be around 1, I still had an hour and a half pretty much. I groaned as we were called to the carpet for a movement break, something schools were doing now since the virus had locked us down so much. 

It was just something to keep kids moving while keeping them inside, it honestly made more sense during the winter than now, but I just stood there. The video was something to do with a moose and making a purple stew. It wasn’t terribly annoying, but currently everything was grating on me, and worse, I’d started to feel an all too familiar feeling in my bladder and bowels. I refused to use the childrens bathroom here, they’d probably make me use some training potty or something, or it’d be disgusting. I could hold it til I was home, even as I unconsciously started to shift in my position, something Sarah didn’t miss for a second. 

I saw her make her way to me quickly, leaning down and whispering “Stephen…do you need to go potty?” I gave her an obvious death glare “No, I’m fine, thanks” She gave me a stern look back “Really? Well your little potty dance tells me otherwise, I’ve worked with Stevie enough to know when he has to go.” I huffed a bit “Well I don’t need to, now go away, I’ll be fine” She gave me another look, somewhat surprised at my abrasiveness as she looked at me seriously now “Stephen you have two choices, go to the potty or have an accident, Stevie goes by now, so I know for a fact with you not going all day you probably need to.” 

I tensed at that and glared at her now “Well guess what Sarah, I’m not Stevie! You don’t know me! I’m not like that little twerp! So stop acting like you know anything about me when you only know some little kid!” I huffed, the suddenness of my outburst having taken her aback and now the rest of the class was looking at me as I looked away. Sarah sighed again “Stephen, I’m about to not give you a choice, go to the potty, now, I don’t need to tell Khris you had an accident because you were being stubborn.” 

I tensed again “You won’t tell Khris anything! She’s not my mom! She’s my caretaker! And I’m not gonna keep putting up with everyone treating me like some dumb little kid because you all think you know me at ALL!” I screamed, stomping as I felt my stomach lurch. There was the sudden feeling of the urge turning into a need quickly, something I couldn’t deny for much longer, and Sarah noticed it too. She quickly went to scoop me up and carried me to the bathroom. 

As we entered the bathroom I saw it was actually fairly clean, potty seats with each kids name set up next to an actual toilet and spare clothes in bins that were clearly labeled. Though that didn’t matter at all right now, I felt the feeling in my gut getting worse and as I was set down I could feel it, and I knew…I’d made a huge mistake.

As I felt my shorts getting pulled down by Sarah I felt the feeling overwhelm me, my eyes widened as I felt my head go fuzzy in a way I’d only felt during my times as Stevie. I slowly went into what I knew to be the toddler squat, basically on instinct at this point as my brain felt so…scrambled, so lost. I knew I should be doing something else right now, but I needed to go, and I needed to go now, and I knew my pull up was there for a reason. 

I barely even grunted before I felt the warmth flood the front, soaking it as the back slowly started to get heavier, sagging as it filled out. I just heard Sarah sigh and in a way that sounded empathetic say “Oh Stephen…” I just kept going though, my head still fuzzy as I filled my pull up. Soon enough I felt myself finish, blinking as my senses slowly came back to me, likely looking fairly dazed as I looked up at Sarah, only able to utter a soft “Wh…what the….” 

I looked slowly down at my Cars pull up, the little indicator to show wetness completely faded as it sagged heavily between my legs and that's when the full realization of what I’d just done hit me. I used it…I used my pull up, I didn’t even just wet it, I full on used it, like a toddler, like a kid that’d just started potty training. That realization led me to stand there for a second as Sarah kneeled down “This is what I was worried about honey…you stay here, I need to go get you a spare pull up, okay?”

 I could only nod as she walked out, I just stood there in shock, staring at myself and feeling nothing, before I suddenly felt…everything. I felt the hot anger of letting myself do this, of messing up this badly, mixed with the sadness of knowing I had my first real accident in roughly a month. Those mixed with my tiredness was all too much as I felt my lip start to tremble first, before I just suddenly felt my emotions burst out of me like a damn bursting. 

I started to cry, loud childish wails as Sarah walked back in, fresh pull up in hand as she slowly kneeled in front of me “I know honey..I know..” She gently pulled at the sides of my pull up and got it off me with only the expertise of a preschool teacher or a mother, throwing it into the diaper pail before starting to clean me. All the while I just cried, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks and face as I just stood there, letting her do what she needed to. 

It wasn’t long before I felt her tap my legs, softly saying “Legs up sweetie…” I slowly lifted my legs out of my shorts and she gently held a fresh pull up open for me, which I stepped into as snot ran freely out of my nose and tears rolled down my cheeks like waterfalls. As I felt the pull up secured around my waist and leak guards checked I felt her pull me into a hug and just slowly rub my back in small circles, attempting to calm me as I cried into her shoulder. I didn’t care I was getting her shirt messy, I didn’t care how loud I was, I just needed comfort right now, and she was giving it freely.

I cried for a while, longer than I had with Khris, but it didn’t feel like it as I pulled myself away from her shoulder and Sarah already had a tissue ready, wiping my nose for me without even giving me a second before holding it there “Blow.” I blew my nose into the tissue as she smiled a bit. “Good boy...now, just breathe with me, let's get these big emotions under control.” 

She put her hands on her head in a way I’d recognized as balloon breathing, I copied her and we both breathed in, my breathing shaky but she just waited for me before letting the breath out together, we did this another few times before she smiled softly. “Alright honey…better now?” I nodded a little before mumbling “I…I’m sorry…” She nodded a bit “It’s okay sweetie…but this is why I was telling you to go, you obviously needed to and this is what I was worried about…big boy or not, you gotta go when your body says to”. 

I nodded a bit as she rubbed my back gently and helped me back into my shorts before checking the time “It’s around 1:30…do you wanna see if Ty or Khris could come get you early? I think you need a nap and just some time to cool down” I just slowly nodded as she gently led me out by hand, Oisin waiting by the door and just hugged me tight as I walked out, whispering “It’s okay…it happens”. I whimper and nod a bit as he gently takes my other hand, leading me towards our castle as I see Sarah heading to her desk and making a call. 

I helped Oisin build a bit more as Sarah hung up and walked over “Sweetie…Ty is on his way, he’ll be here soon.” I looked and nodded a bit as I suddenly had a new thought…how was I gonna explain this to either of them, an accident but not just any kind, a full on storm cloud, for the first time in a month. I probably showed it on my face as Oisin just hugged me again and Sarah smiled a bit “It’ll be okay, he’s not mad, if anything he sounds concerned.” I nodded again as she stood “Make sure you grab your shoes and bag, okay?” 

I nodded as Oisin helped me over to my shoes and tried to help me get them on, but I had to admit, it was mostly me. We walked over, grabbing my bag and as I slung it over my shoulders Oisin looked at me “So…see you monday?” I nodded and just hugged him. “I dunno if your mom and Khris talk…but I’ll let her know we should hang out.” He smiled a bit and nodded “Yeah…we should, maybe I can ask my mom about monday” I nodded smiling now too “Yeah, that..that sounds nice.” I stood there and soon enough I saw the door open, Ty standing there, still dirty from work as he walked over quickly. I almost expected a spanking, but instead I felt him scoop me up and hug me close, gently patting my back.

Ty just held me close as I looked at him and he checked me a bit “You okay lil dude? Everything okay? What happened?” I looked down a bit. “I thought I could hold it..I just..it was an accident.” He nodded and slowly set me down. “Okay, I just...was worried something happened, like you suddenly regressed more or something.” I looked up at him with a bit of a raised eyebrow “Ty…that can’t happen…” He shrugged, “It might, I didn’t know.” 

I sighed, at least he cared enough to drop everything and get here as fast as he could. Ty then looked to Oisin and smiled “Hey lil dude, what’s up?” Oisin looked and tensed a bit “O-Oh I was just…helpin Stevie get awound and stuff, we were talkin about maybe playin on monday after daycawe…” Ty gave a bit of a surprised look “Stephen, did you make a friend?” I blushed a bit and shrugged “I…I guess yeah, we just…get along, apparently when I’m big and little.” 

Ty chuckled softly and ruffled my hair as he looked at Oisin “Well, I know Khris has your mommy’s number because they’ve talked about the virus together, so I’ll let her know to text your mom and we’ll see about a playdate, okay?” We both nodded as Ty smiled and took my hand. “But right now, this one needs to get home and take a nap, and we need to talk a bit.” I looked up, looking a bit unsure as Oisin nodded, giving me one last hug before waving “See ya monday Stevie.” 

I waved back as we walked out “See ya.” I walked along to the car with Ty as he had already signed me out, quickly opening the door and putting me in my car seat that lived in his car, buckling me in before shutting the door and getting in the driver's seat, positioning his mirror to be able to see me “So…we gotta talk, especially after today.” His tone took on a serious but fatherly tone, this was gonna be a conversation I definitely wouldn’t forget or get out of….

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Book Omens Week Day 4: Free Space

Or in my case, a continuation of a theme: marriage over the millenia, for Reasons.

Part One: Sumer

Part Two: The Round Table

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Sumer, 2024 BC 

(Note: There’s no evidence that the Sumerians wrote wedding information down, but this is Good Omens verse.  The show canonically has King Arthur.  The book and show canonically have 0 dinos.  In this proud tradition, I do what I want.) 

Aziraphale was fascinated by Sumerian writing.  “Cunieform” they’d call it one day. All those delightful little marks and slashes, making words.  Humans could be such an ill-tempered, well-meaning mess, but they were so clever.  Enochian had a sort of written form, but it was more...sensed than properly written out.  Humans had to make up for these natural shortcomings in the most creative ways.  

“You want one, don’t you?” 

Aziraphale didn’t jump anymore when that deliberately lazy voice popped up out of nowhere.  Oh, he used to, but he’d carefully trained it out of himself. Crowley was entirely too pleased when he managed to startle Aziraphale.   

So while his heart may have sped up at the surprise, his expression and voice were perfectly calm as he, having basic manners, said, “Hello, Crowley.” 

“One of these tablet things.  You want one.” 

Aziraphale rested his fingers on the heavy stone for a moment, feeling the letters under his fingers, wanting to understand them.  His celestial comprehension of all languages didn’t appear to extend to little marks on rock.  “They’re rather large,” he said regretfully.  “Unwieldy for easy storage.”  He straightened and glanced over.  It was Crowley – the voice, the eyes, the black-yellow scales of his aura – despite having yet another new corporation since they’d met a couple of decades ago.  He did struggle to hold on to them.   

This one was dressed in the latest fashion, the new woven cloth, up to his-no.  Her.  Neck.  Men only wrapped cloth or ram skin around the waist.  An interesting choice given the patriarchal nature of the Mesopotamia at the moment.  Aziraphale wondered idly if it was Hell’s idea or Crowley’s. She looked comfortable enough, either way. 

Crowley was smirking at him.  No surprise there.   

“Welllll,” she drawled, and her voice wasn’t so different, but yes, a little higher, “Hell is deeply interested in introducing proper bureaucracy up here.  You know, unnecessary texts, loads of copies, headaches for all and sundry?  And I might have a temptation in the works to that end.”  Her just-this-side-of-too-sharp canines flashed.  “He is using somewhat smaller tablets.”  She held her hands about 6 inches apart, fingers and thumbs squaring off imaginary corners.  “Just about right for an angelic hidey-hole.” 

Aziraphale objected to the carefully selected areas he set up for his little collections as “hidey holes,” but he was too intrigued to argue.  At least this once.  “What would they even have to record?”  

The grin grew.  “Our marriage.” 

Aziraphale groaned.  “Oh this again-” 

“After all, we’ve no proof that we’re married.” 

“It didn’t count, you know this-” 

“Such a lovely little ceremony and no way to prove it-” 

“It has been millennia, surely you’re tired of this joke by now..” 

“And I’ve convinced this nerdy little scribe of mine that marriage records would be an excellent use of time and space.”  Crowley crossed her arms over her chest, looking smug.  “But if you’re not interested in your very own little piece of human history, don’t let me bother you.  I’ll just go on about my demonic way.”  She turned on one heel, long braids swinging behind. 

Aziraphale recognized a temptation when he saw one. And of course, he was meant to resist temptation, as well as helping humans stand up to them.  But he also just.  Really wanted some of that writing. 

“Oh, very well,” he said, tone struggling to imply a low level of actual interest in this silliness.  “If I know what you’re up to, I can work more efficiently to stop it.” 

“Sssssure you can.”  Crowley hissed when frightened or worried.  She only rarely hissed when amused.  It was the nicest of the hisses, though.  “Come along them, angel.  Let’s go tempt a future bureaucrat.” 

The angel sniffed but fell into step beside her anyway.  A little wave of his hand and he was wearing the same long wrap Crowley wore and a pair of decorative pins appeared in his dark hair.  He didn’t bother with any other cosmetic changes.  It was enough that they could walk together without drawing too much attention or ruining Crowley’s (probably already ruined, if she’d had any time to do so) reputation.   

“You’ll need to change back when we get there,” the demon said, “they’re not so open-minded as that.” 

Aziraphale nodded, but frowned.  Such a silly thing to be upset about.  Heaven wasn’t sending him any official guidance in that area, but the creator was a fan of love, right?  It was certainly in his purview to nudge humanity into more acceptance of its various types. 

But for now- 

He wiggled his fingers in anticipation. 

-his writing! 

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BOOK OMENS DAY FOUR: FREE SPACE 

(I am shamelessly borrowing the show canon of King Arthur’s round table being part of GO history because while I love research, I am currently too busy to spend days picking a real time and place in history for Crowley and Aziraphale to be opposing knights.  And the Crusades was too depressing) 

900ish AD 

They met several times while Aziraphale was a knight of the Round Table.  

Heaven and Hell were both extremely interested in all the romance and chivalry of the British Isles that surrounded Arthur’s reign.  It was significantly less widespread than later legends would imply, focusing mainly in Wales, but there was impressive organization.  Heaven loved organized societies.  Hell, of course, loved messing things up for Heaven.  So, both Crowley and Aziraphale were stuck on the Isle for a solid 60 years, doing good and dastardly deeds (depending).  

Naturally, with Aziraphale representing the Round Table and Crowley playing the role of various “Black Knights,” they often found themselves in opposing roles.  In fact, they saw more of each other than they had in the previous two centuries combined.  

And every time, they were supposed to fight each other.  

It was extremely annoying. 

For one thing, Aziraphale was a principality, with memories of his training and the war, given warrior style corporations for smiting demons.   

Crowley had only a few scattered memories of the war, was in no way a trained principality (he suspected privately that his job in heaven had been roughly equivalent to “Nebula Equipment Hauler #24”), and tended to be given slender corporations he could easily transition from a man to a woman and back again, for most effective skullduggery.  To make the whole situation even worse, Hell was deeply attached to their smoking black horses at the time, and they loathed Crowley as deeply as his bottom and hips loathed riding them.  

All of which added up to a lot of humiliating defeats for Crowley and wasted time that could have been spent hanging around the archives for Aziraphale.  

“They don’t really have a name for it,” Aziraphale said as they shared some dried meat and bread after Crowley’s latest ass-kicking. (Aziraphale had tried to train him up some over the years, but Crowley was never as clever at things he didn’t want to do as he was with the temptations he enjoyed.  Want an entire castle of people just annoyed enough to turn on each other?  Call on Crowley.  Want a hardened warrior in blue paint?  Not your demon.)  Crowley had some ale, perfectly serviceable by his standards, but Aziraphale had sniffed it and made a face like it was actual sheep dung. It just meant Crowley got that all the alcohol to himself, and he was taking full advantage.  “But it’s a sort of...of...” 

“Special knightly bros agreement?” Crowley asked, wiping his sleeve across his mouth.  Their armor was stacked to the side, shining silver and gleaming black side by side.  “I do-ly doth-ly taketh this k-nicht as my solemn bro, and do sweareth notteth to killeth them?” 

Aziraphale gave him one of those “Maybe I Should Smite You After All” looks that cracked Crowley up (now that he knew not to take them seriously).  “They’re not even speaking Middle English yet,” he pointed out pedantically, “much less some fake version.” 

Crowley shrugged, annoyance accomplished.   

“But yes.  It’s a sort of familial agreement between knights.  Generally they’re on the same side, since it’s a lot to do with passing on land and such, but I believe the ‘they can’t be made to kill each other’ is well implied.” 

Crowley took another gulp of at-least-it's-not-vinegar.  “Is it official?  Written up and everything?” 

The angel pulled out a roll of oilskin.  He smiled his most pleased with himself smile as he rolled it open to reveal a sheepskin parchment of beautiful calligraphy and scrollwork.  “Already done.”  He thought he sounded quite modest.  He didn’t. 

Crowley leaned over, squinting at the words.  His reading was fine, but the fancier the lettering got, the more he played it up.  “Are those meant to be us?” he asked, pointing at two small figures on the bottom right.  One was blondish and the other dark.  “Nice dress.” He wouldn’t mind really owning it when he was on one of his damsel-in-disguise style missions. 

“Thank you, I thought you’d like it.”  Aziraphale carefully rolled out both parchment and oilskin.  “All we have to do is sign here, and I’ll file it with the Table.  Should keep them from sending me after you again.” 

Crowley made a show of squinting and turning his head and hmming to himself.  Aziraphale resisted the urge to roll his eyes only with the strongest of his angelic training (dealing with certain of his managers – Jarahmeel came instantly to mind – necessitated the ability to keep his more sarcastic emotions under wraps).  After several minutes, Crowley said: 

“Angel, this literally says ‘The Black Knight.’” 

“What was I meant to write?” came the huffy response.  “You don’t introduce yourself as ‘Crowley.’  Half the time you’re an entirely different black knight from the last time.  I needed something inclusive.”   

A fair point, the demon admitted to himself.  He didn’t say anything out loud.  It wouldn’t do to let the angel feel too clever.  Could go to his head, and hell knew heaven wasn’t pride’s biggest fan. 

Outwardly, he only shrugged and miracled up a quill – a suspiciously pale and pearly blue – and scribbled down THE BLACK KNIGHT in legible but carefully messy writing.  That earned an excellent glare for his trouble as Aziraphale signed beautifully with his own suspiciously pearly quill.   

“There,” he said with clear satisfaction.  “That should cut down on our official duties.  Allow some time for leisure.” 

“Reading, you mean.” 

Aziraphale sniffed.  “Among other things.”   

Crowley chuckled before leaning over and batting dramatically black lashes at him.  “I know you, angel,” he purred in the voice of the woman who liked to take revenge on certain men who didn’t understand how to treat a lady, “you just wanna marry me again.” 

“Oh, do hush.” 

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It's Hanging in the Air

"Just talk to me and look at me and say another word to me. Just say what's on your mind." - Conversation (LP)

Part 1: Sketch I am in love all over again. I realized after I sketched Sinister that this one was next on my list, so I had to sit down and actually watch some clips of Stephen from Midnight Sun. I can now say that this variant is officially on my roster. It is painfully obvious, though, that him and Tony are either together or at least on the cusp of dating. The way they interact, and banter is very similar to how a couple does that has been together for a long time. I really enjoyed this sketch and even though it's simple in nature, it's not without its own voice. Midnight Strange is a very quirky, talkative variant but I feel like he wouldn't kiss and tell. He speaks with a calm voice and when he guides me, I am in a very serene state of mind. I had no issues with his sketch, and I very much enjoy the future of this peace, seeing where it will go. It got me thinking about how Damon would be in this game and I decided that I wanted to do something different. I thought it could be fun that rather than be with Tony and Stephen all of the time, he is admiring them from afar but trying to help them the best he can. So, he sends his familiar - a tiny dragon named Apalala - to them when he feels that they're hitting a dead end. I don't know if Damon will make an actual appearance or maybe just be a character that's nodded to. What do you all think? Should I make Damon a variant for Midnight Sun? This is the next to last variant of Strange on my roster, with the last one being Fall Sunrise (Sunflower Strange as I've started calling him) and then the variants will be covered. Unless all of you have any other requests. Just drop them in my inbox :3

@fanartka @sinisterstrange616 @sobeautifullyobsessed @harlekin6 @strangelockd @feral-for-strange (For some reason I've never tagged you. But hello there~) @dino-fart (And you as well :3)

#doctor strange #stephen strange #midnight sun #midight strange #my art #my fanart #marvel fanart #doctor strange appreciation #dragon familiar #apalala

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

(Vi)vianne Marie Zephyr (2/2)

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Warnings:

A tiny bit of deadnaming/misuse of pronouns for Virgil, but it's far less than the first part.

Pairings: Virgil & Remus

Word Count: 2098

Notes:

Hi all! I'm now uploading Random Things every Sunday whilst I take a break from my fantasy au, here's the first one!

Side note: my Ask Blog is now up and running on Tumblr! Where you can go over there and ask things to my characters :D Please go check it out if you're interested I'm perpetually bored, lol.

Also also, please reblog if you enjoy! It really helps out with the good ol' motivations and makes me very happy <3

Taglist: @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino (if anyone else wants to be added please lmk!

Over the next year, Vi shot up in height.

By the end of eighth grade Vi had gone from being one of the shortest in their grade to being one of the tallest. Remus took great pride in making fun of him for his ‘long ass twig legs’ and in return Vi had taken pleasure in his new ability to taunt Remus about being short. Vi had dreaded going back to school that year, but it turned out that he had more classes with Remus this time around which made it… a little more tolerable.

Speaking of Remus, Vi had finally felt confident enough to speak up around Remus, at least when they were in private and especially in Vi’s house. Remus had freaked out a little when he’d first heard him speak (apparently he’d assumed that Vi was incapable of speech completely, rather than just anxious). It had been slow going at first, especially after that minor hiccup, but by the summer between eighth and ninth grade, while in Vi’s house he was comfortable enough with Remus to have full, real conversations. 

At the end of eighth grade their grade had been split up by gender and of course Vi ended up with the girls (because he still hadn’t actually told anyone in school about not being a girl yet.) and they had been taken into classes to be taught about puberty and sex ed. Which was important for them to know at fourteen, because they’d start seeing the changes they were learning about in themselves soon enough- some had already, as Kailee already announced, very loudly, when they were talking about periods.

Vi had gone home in tears after that. He’d barely been able to hold it together for the rest of the day and he’d lost that small amount of control when Remus had mentioned it after school and ended up sprinting home and leaving Remus in the dust- determined not to be seen crying. He had just wanted to get home. 

His parents had sat with him for almost an hour until he’d calmed down enough to talk and explain. They’d held him tight and kissed his forehead and promised to look for a solution that could work for them. 

For Christmas that year, his parents had given him a binder and let him know that they were looking into medical treatments he could consider now that he was getting old enough to consent for them himself.

For the same Christmas (Which Remus spent at his house, having snuck out of his own to avoid his parents) Remus had given him a hoodie that was clearly too big for him, the sleeves falling past his hands and the button of the hoodie reaching his mid thighs. It had patches of purple fabric hand sewn onto it with messy white thread. Vi had barely taken it off since. 

—-

“So, Vi,” Remus said, lying back on Vi’s bed. It was the summer after ninth grade now, Vi had started wearing the binder he had gotten almost daily a few months ago, and he still hadn’t taken off the hoodie for longer than was necessary to wash it- even now that it was hot outside. He turned around in his spinny chair to face his friend- he had been working on some stupid project one of his teachers had set to be done over the summer, he hated it.

“Yeah?” He asked. Remus propped himself up on his elbows.

“Are you ever gonna tell everyone else that you’re a guy?” He asked, “I mean, t’s been like, two years now, and I know they don’t know but still hearing everyone but me and your folks call you a girl is-”

“I dunno,” Vi shrugged, “I- I really don’t like it either, but- I guess, I don’t want to tell everyone else until I’m sure about- everything." 

"You're a guy," Remus said, "What else is there to be sure about?"

"My name, for starters," Vi explained, "Vi was just a placeholder, based on my deadname, I uh, never intended it to stick. I know it's already been two years and that's a while for most people but I still want to be sure that I'm sure y'know - and I need to be sure I'm happy with my pronouns and how I want to present myself -"

"Ok ok, so there's a lot," Remus said, interrupting, "But! We can sort through all of it!" 

"We can?" Vi asked. 

"Course, c'mon take a break from that stupid project that doesn't matter cause you probably won't have Mrs Douchbag next year anyway," Remus said, "And we can go on a name hunt!" 

"A name hunt?" Vi repeated, raising an eyebrow even as he pushed his project away and picked up his phone to give his hands something to fidget with.

"Yeah!" Remus nodded, "Ok, so for starters, d'you want to keep the 'V' sound or go completely different?" 

"I uh- think I'd like to keep the V?" he said, "I like the way it sounds." 

"Ok!" Remus nodded, typing something on his phone, he read for a second before his eyes narrowed, "Ok, I've got a list, I'ma just fire these at you, Kay?" 

"Sure," Vi said, frowning.

"Ok, Victor?" 

"No," 

"Yeah, sounds too much like an old prospector, Vincent?" 

"Definitely not,"

"Mm, too 'Rich British kid', Vance?" 

"That's a name?" 

"Says here it is! Is that a no?"

"Definitely a no," 

"Ok, ok, Valentine?" 

"The people called Valentine always end up being the villain in sci-fi stories," Virgil huffed, "And I don't want to be named after a holiday."

"Mm, fair, Vermon?"

"Isn't that the name of Harry Potter's abusive uncle?" 

"Vector?"

"The Villain from Despicable Me," 

"Virgil? Lemme guess, too 'Roman Poet' for you? Vince?" 

"Sounds too much like Mince, wait, go back one?" 

"Virgil?" 

"Yeah uh- I don't - hate? That one?" Vi said.

"But do you like it?" Remus asked, leaning over.

"I- maybe? I guess? It's just- embarrassing," Vi said, looking away.

"Why's that?"

"I mean- it's not exactly 'cool' is it?" Vi rubbed the back of his neck, he did like it, in fact he really liked it, it's just… he didn't want something else for people to bully him for.

"Ok well first of all who gives a fuck." Remus rolled his eyes, "Second, it doesn't matter if it's cool! Just if you like it! Heck, if they had named Roman Romulus we'd fit the Roman myth, instead I just ended up being named after a character who freaking died. I don't care if it's cool, and you shouldn't either." 

"I-"

"Just do what you want, Kay? Don't give a shit about other people's opinions." Remus said, looking at him seriously. 

"I- I think I like Virgil. Then." Vi said.

"Ok Virgil!" Remus said, grinning, and Vi- no, Virgil, couldn't help but smile back. That sounded so… right. 

“That- I like that.” Virgil said, his smile widening as he thought about it, suddenly he found that he couldn’t stop smiling and Remus was grinning right back.

“Awesome!” Remus nodded, “Then that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so…” Virgil mumbled. 

“Ok what else was there? Right, pronouns!”

—-

They had spent the rest of that day talking through different pronoun sets. Virgil finally revisited that red underlined note he had made in his notebook that first day of researching and together they faced the daunting list of neopronouns.

In the end, he still found that he/him was the best fit, his favourite and the ones he wanted to keep using. He had also decided that he was ok with they/them, it didn’t make him feel any certain way, as well as a fairly long list of neos too. There were some he didn’t like, especially she/her and Remus had promised never to use those. 

—-

Remus had finally persuaded Virgil to go shopping with him the next weekend and Virgil’s dad had agreed - expression brimming with excitement - to take them. The closest shopping centre to their little village was at least forty-five minutes from their house and the good shopping centre that Remus wanted to take him to was almost an hour and a half away. Virgil had only agreed in order to stop the relentless asking and his dad… really hadn’t taken that much convincing, he was just happy to get Virgil out of the house for the day for once.

The mall had been overwhelming at first, it was such a massive bright building with so many things to look at, the shops themselves of course but also the decor, the small vendors set up around the central pathway, the fountain he could hear clear as day but couldn’t see. Remus had grabbed his hand as they walked in together, squeezing it to ground him before dragging him off to a shop near the entrance. 

In the end the trip hadn’t been nearly as bad as Virgil had expected. They had spent more money than Virgil ever thought they could spend shopping (Remus’ parents were supposedly the richest people in their little town but Virgil wasn’t sure Remus had acquired all the notes he seemed to have by asking them). They’d gotten McDonalda and then returned home with their wares and for the next three days Virgil was at the receiving end of an inordinate amount of dress-up that he only allowed because it was Remus. 

He’d let Remus do his makeup and paint his nails when Remus had insisted he’d like it despite his obvious hesitation on the subject. But when Remus finally turned him around in his chair so he could look in the mirror Virgil couldn’t help but gasp. The makeup didn’t make him look- girly- in the slightest, it made him look more like he’d just stepped out of a punk-rock concert, he found he couldn’t be happier and Remus had excitedly said: ‘I told you so’. 

—-

Virgil had gone back to school in tenth grade looking like a whole new person. 

Remus had appeared at his door on the first day of the grade far too early in the morning armed with a whole host of supplies that he had stolen from his brother (Virgil had some of his own by now, but Remus was annoyed that the only colours he seemed to have were purple and black). 

He had been sat down as Remus forcefully insisted on doing both of their makeup so they could go into school looking ‘super swag’. Virgil had protested that he knew how to do his own makeup by now, but Remus had informed him whilst already applying eyeshadow that he did it better and that Virgil should just let it be. 

In reality, Virgil hadn’t really wanted to make a scene going back to school. He was still being bullied after all, though it was far better than it had been. Remus had promised him that it would be fine as he picked an outfit out of the clothes they had bought together and threw things at Virgil until he started to get a little overwhelmed. 

Despite all his protests, though, when Virgil left the house in massive platform boots with straps and buckles, loose ripped up trousers with chains and strings hooked onto the belt loops and the jacket Remus had made him (because despite Remus’ attempts he refused to budge on that). He wore a Paramore band t-shirt under the jacket that he’d been worried was ‘cringe’, to which Remus had told him to shut up and that ‘cringe’ was an illusion people made up to stop other people from having fun and to just wear the t-shirt if he liked it. So Virgil wore the t-shirt. 

And despite the fact that he was wearing earrings and makeup and had paint on his nails, Virgil had never felt further from uncomfortable in his life.

The world was looking up now, as Virgil walked into school on the first day of tenth grade to stares and whispers that were different than they used to be, people saying: “Who is he?” and “Woah look at what he’s wearing,” but not in the same mocking tone they used to asy it. When someone asked and he introduced himself as Virgil for the first time, when halfway through the year he got his name changed in the school’s database and Remus was finally able to correct teachers and students alike when they acted like assholes. 

Slowly, people were forgetting the little girl called Vivianne Zephyr, and wasn’t that the greatest feeling ever?

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #remus sanders #NewYears Verse #rowans writings

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Fight out vivid colors! - Chapter 6

Translation of chapter 6 of the event ‘Fight out vivid colors!’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Dino: ---And with that, how about we join the street fair after all?

Keith: Haaah!?

Dino: We’re waiting on the response from the others, and the design department has also confirmed that they still have some room left for work. If we start with writing out the documents right away---

Keith: Oi, hold it for a sec. Whatcha rattling off ‘bout?

Keith: I’ve already told ya how that whole ordeal was dealt with by me declining it.

Dino: Without asking us first, yes.

Keith: ……

Dino: Even if you weren’t interested in participating in the street fair, I wanted you to have asked us first about it.

Dino: Junior and Faith were excited for it, and for you to refuse selfishly is awful.

Keith: Ain’t like I had a choice? I’ve been telling ya time and time again, I’m drowning in work here

Dino: You did have a choice. Whenever you were busy, we could’ve pitched in as a team to help. 

Keith: Then, the three of ya join. Ain’t in the mood to deal with more annoyances than I already do

Dino: Wha…. No way! It has to be the four of us!

Keith: Aahn? Ain’t like I mind that much, if ya wanna go then go with the three of ya

Dino: Ngh….. You don’t have enough love and peace!

Keith: Hah? That makes no sense…

Keith: I can’t reason with the line of thinking of them love and peace aliens, yanno

Dino: Just why don’t you get it!

Junior: H-hey, shouldn’t we stop them? This is…..

Faith: Wanna risk that?

Junior: Which one should we even stop…?

Faith: Aren’t both of them at fault? Even Dino’s oddly fired up

Junior: Uuugh….

Keith: For starters, the Rookies League’s ‘round the corner and playing around is what’s on yer mind?

Dino: Wha… are you saying the street fair is playing around?

Keith: Yeah, exactly, it’s wasting time no matter how ya go ‘bout it. What would it be outside of that?

Dino: …..I misjudged you, Keith!

Keith: Yeah yeah, say whatcha want. Whatever ya throw at me, I ain’t taking part in this street fair. No meaning in being there.

Dino: There is!

Keith: Not!

Dino: There is because there is!

Keith: There’s not ‘cuz there’s not!

Junior: H-hey… Calm down you two….

Faith: Aha, looks like a bunch of kids fighting

#helios rising heroes #heliosr #keith max #dino albani #leonard wright jr #faith beams

[celestialmango]

Ok alternate dino thing staring Eclipse who likes to mess with people.

Tw for death mentions(I mean it's Jurassic park based of course some people aren't getting out fine but it's only a mention) tw there is also a small part I wrote that made me cry but not in an angst way, more Eclipse saves little kids and gets them back to their parents safe type crying. Also mentions of raptors getting yeeted.

Eclipse as a mixture of aquatic dinos, reader is one of his handlers but they're his favorite one, big boy is carnivorous but not agressive until provoked as one of the unfortunate previous handlers were. When reader was first introduced to him while he was peeking out of the water, a shaky little thing, told to put on a wetsuit and get in the water with him, reader tried avoiding it saying that they're a bad swimmer(might use the bad swimmer bit in a fic)

Bad swimmer? That's okay he'll help them out a little, either way reader is made to go into the water anyway, Eclipse gets close to the poor thing that's having a hard time in the water and just puts his hand under them and scoops them up enough that they're still in the water but sitting on his hand startled. So reader was told to get in and stay in the water for a certain amount of time or they'd be fired, Eclipse the little shit recordnize a loop hole, reader was told to stay in the water, they're still in the water just sitting in his hand rather than swimming with him.

He does this sort of thing alot, finds loopholes and uses them to annoy people because he finds it funny, he also found it funny when he splashed a tiny bit of water at reader, reader made offended noise and to his delight tried to splash him back, aiming for his face but failing because small. None of the others did that and that was the first step to reader becoming his favorite for basically sassing him.

Now onto the break out thing, I remember a clip of one of the giant Dinos eating a flying dinosaur I don't remember the name of that was carrying off some human lady. Now put reader in that situation with an angry eclipse because that is his human and no one is allowed to eat them.... except maybe him, he snaps them both up, bites down on it's wings that are sticking out of his mouth a little to make it let his favorite go, it works, Eclipse get panicked little reader safely under his tongue to avoid swallowing them with the other dino.

Now reader is in his mouth calming down just a little, because Eclipse didn't snap them both up to eat them both, just the dino carrying them away, they're still tucked under his tongue and he's not sure what to do now, it's absolute chaos on the surface and he's certainly not going to let reader out to get snatched up again. Cue Eclipse looking for the rest of his little handler's, sees only two out of his eight handlers (he needs that many to do check ups and thing because him huge) being chased just a little out of his reach again gestures for them to get over to him quickly, they see this gesture out of the corners of their eyes and hop the fence with raptors chasing them. Because hey, the big guy is basically a gentle giant unless angry.

They're in his reach, he snatches them up, stuffs them in his mouth with reader and move to tuck those two who are panicking slightly till they see reader, nervous but calm after he stuffs them into his cheek so he can lift his tongue with his mouth open just a tiny bit of light shining in. Reader's like, hey, he put you in his mouth to rescue you too? As he proceeds to grab the raptors and yeet them into the distance.

Eclipse keeps looking out, worried at the many panicking people looking out for the rest of his handlers, good thing there's no kids around, then he stands corrected, he sees two more of his handlers trying to herd a bunch of kids they somehow managed to find due to their class having a field trip, directly to his enclosure because "he's a brat sometimes but he's a good boy" Eclipse is like, shit, can't hold all of them in my mouth under my tongue, one of the handlers in his mouth has an emergency glow stick they've cracked. Eclipse is like, welp, time to put that crop to use.

Swallow the handlers that, they all panic once inside his crop till reader's like, the dino that snatched me isn't here, the others are like "what?" Reader proceeds to tell them how they ended up in Eclipse's mouth not very long ago, there's not even an acidic smell. one's like, oh fuck, so he has a crop.

While this is going on Eclipse has snatched the kids and the other two handlers, keeping them caged with one of his arms why he swallows them all as fast as he can into his crop, reader and the others who are already there explain to them that no need to panic this is his crop not his stomach, when asked how they know they explain the whole event with how reader ended up in Eclipse's mouth.

So Eclipse finishes all of them in about a minute, it feels really weird to him but they're are more little humans that need rescue, he snatches up teenagers, some more random adults, he's concerned because he doesn't see the last of his handlers yet and is very worried, he might mess with them alot but he still cares. he doesn't have much room left, he's been nomming everyone he can reach. His abdomen starting to bulge out uncomfortably, finally he sees the rest of his handlers, relief till he see one basically trying to sacrifice themselves to keep the others safe, he forces himself up a bit more to snatch them up as well, nom.

Nausea, not going to stop though, noms till he doesn't see anymore humans passing by but he did find a few more kids who had been separated from their parents, now he's just rubbing his stuffed gut lightly to try and get the discomfort and nausea from stuffing himself that much till his belly adjusts to having all those squirmy humans in his gut, he knows they're probably not too comfortable all crammed in there.

Everyone knows this is just his crop from readers whole "this is how I ended up in this situation" Eclipse knows he is going to have to get away from the island so he can spit them all up somewhere safe and the humans did talk about some human dwellings quite a bit away, now he could have jumped into the sea at any point he wanted to before the whole breakout thing, he just didn't want to because messing and interacting with humans was just too fun, he liked when he made funny faces through the glass at them and some made funny faces back.

So once his nausea settles enough he jumps out straight into the ocean, being subtle as he looks for a boat he can follow, quickly finds to boat of survivors who made it out, they all panic when they see him peaking out of the water and looking at them, they think he's gonna sink them, nope, he's just looking for the humans who may look similar to the lost kids he nommed (at this point his crop isn't so tight but it's still crowded so it a bit less uncomfortable) then he gets distracted because some of the flyers are in pursuit of the boat, the people on the boat notice he's now frowning at something behind them, see the flying Dino's, panic more, at least till they see Eclipse swat them into the water whenever they try to dive at the boat.

A few people high on adrenaline are laughing a little because of how ridiculous it looks. Not on of those dinos gets ahold of a single person on that boat and Eclipse made sure they couldn't get out of the water either by damaging their wings. nope, no eating the humans... though he feels like a bit of a hypocrite but hey! He's not doing it for keeps, they're not even actually in his stomach.

He then goes back under water, follows where they can't see so they think he's left, they arive at port during the night, they freak when Eclipse pops out of the water again, this time holding onto the dock, keeping his head a bit low, his face scrunching up, before he opens his mouth and a little kid slips off his tongue, a lady in the crowd crying out "my baby!" The kid going "Mommy!" Tears in her eyes she doesn't even care how close she is to the beast, she's just hugs her kid tight crying in relief(ok making myself cry now on that part)

She was so scared and hurt that she couldn't find her child, that they got separated during the panic, she can't help but thank him for bringing her baby back to her safe and sound. He tilts his head, face scrunching up again and the lady thinks he's not accepting her thanks(she visited his exhibit, knows he's very smart and understands a lot of words) then bleh, he spits out a teenager this time who's like "That was awesome!" Then another person and another person, some more kids, granting relief to many parents including the ones of the school kids who came after hearing about the incident.

He's not looking too great after he's got everyone up. But his handlers start petting his hands and face praising him which makes him feel a bit better, his insides are just sore from how they were forced to stretch. But he gets many thanks and praises which boost his ego alot, whines like a sad puppy when his handlers turn to leave him. A few just sigh and come pet him more(including reader) making him rumble happily. They playfully call him a big baby tell him they have to go take care of some things, reader just wanted a shower but they decided they'll just stay with Eclipse for a bit.

Basically the other handlers are going to be like" yes there is a big monster in the bay, no he's not dangerous unless you make him mad. He's probably going to head to deeper water's soon.(nobody knows Eclipse's hide is too strong to be damage, he's like a friggin Kaiju) some people do attempt to attack him or hunt him and it doesn't turn out well for them, the smart fisherman in the bay close to where Eclipse is staying say to the newbies to the port when giving warnings are like "and don't piss off the guardian sea beast, won't help you get back to shore during storm or help you when your boat is having a mishap. If he helps you just pet him and your good, also don't mess with (list of handler's names) the sea beast favors them and we don't want any trouble with it"

So now Eclipse is like a cryptid everyone in that city knows about, some people hear about him(cryptid researchers for one) and Eclipse just loves the attention, still messing with humans just a little, but also protecting the bay and boats from threats because if those humans are gone then he gets pet less, and less attention. Eclipse will still nom people tho, some people panic but the people who are regulars to they area are like "stop it, they're fine, big guy has a crop and that's where the people he swallows go, he's just being a baby cause he doesn't want them to leave yet and he couldn't convince them to stay longer with puppy dog eyes.

#mango speaks #🦖☀️🌕 #💡☀️🌕🌑☀️👾💧

[jmaster13]

The Case of the Deadly Sins

Under the cover of night, a man trekked his way through Toontown. He was looking for dinosaurs. The man held up a shoe out in front of him. The shoe was glowing slightly red. It lost it's glow when he turned to either side of him. Using the shoe as a guide, the man navigated to the jungle part of Toontown. The shoe was glowing more brightly now that he stumbled upon a giant pile of dino-dung. The shoe was burning hot by then, and the man dropped it.

He took out a book and began to say an incantation. The man had no idea what he was saying, and he just hoped it worked. Beams of red light shot out from the pile of dung, and a hand emerged. The hand darted around, looking to grab hold of something. A second hand appeared, and the pile began to move. A man in purple rose from the pile of dung and brushed himself off.

"It worked!" The man shouted. "Wyatt, I'm so glad to see you again." Wyatt inspected the man and gave an evil grin.

"Roman, my dear brother," Wyatt said. "Did you bring me back?"

"Yes, with the help of this," Roman said, holding out a beat-up old leather book. Wyatt's eyes glowed with wonder. He took the book from Roman and looked it over.

"Where did you get this?" Wyatt asked. "This is a spellbook from the wizard Yen Sid."

"I stole it," Roman replied. He looked at the ground in shame. "I wanted to bring you back so we can be a family again." Roman picked up the shoe he dropped. "By the way, I think you want this." Roman gave the shoe to Wyatt. Wyatt realized he was missing a shoe and put it on.

"Thank you, my dear brother," Wyatt said. He set his hand on Roman's shoulder. "We can be a family again, but first, there is something I need to do." Wyatt took off through the jungle with the book tucked under his arm. Roman gave chase and followed his brother to Toontown Square.

Wyatt stood under the statue of the mare of Toontown. "I think this will be the perfect spot," Wyatt said with satisfaction. He laid the book on the ground and began to flip through the pages. "Here we are, the chaos spell." Wyatt closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Roman wasn't sure what was going on and took a few steps back.

"Wyatt, what are you doing?" Roman asked. Wyatt ignored the question and began to chant the words on the page. The ground began to quake, and the book glowed red. Toons came running into the square to see what all the commotion was about. Storm clouds formed over the square. A ray of red light spewed forth from the book like a geyser into the storm clouds. Little red demons flew out of the light and terrorized the toons in the square. The mare tried to calm the citizens down, but an anvil dropped on her head. The storm clouds spread across Toontown and into the human city.

Safes and anvils showered down from the sky. Chaos spread throughout the city. Some people went through metaphysical changes. Elliot entered Rachel's office to turn in his latest story and was shocked to see a cartoon penguin in her chair.

The Ink and Paint Club was now a gentleman's club. Lenny was adored by all toon women suddenly. All waitresses wore bunny costumes, and Jessica was Lenny's best girl. Even the police were affected by the storm. All the members of the force were turned into chimps. Jacob, Brett, and Lucas stood on the stoop of the building, watching the chaos unfold.

Niko the newspaper boy stood on the corner of the street."Extra, Extra read all about it!" The boy shouted. "Chaos erupts in the city. Officials warn citizens to stay indoors as… OOFF!" An anvil landed on Niko flattening him into a pancake.

"Why do I have the strangest suspicion that Wyatt is somehow behind this?" Brett asked. A safe crashed to the ground in front of the trio.

"I guess things aren't safe anymore," Lucas chuckled. Brett and Jacob were not amused.

"I think we better get inside before something happens," Jacob said. The team quickly made their way inside and to the office. When they opened the door, they were greeted with an unpleasant surprise. "Oh man," Jacob groaned. "One of the anvil's crashed through the window." There was broken glass everywhere. Jacob grabbed a broom from the closet and began to sweep up the mess. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Brett went to answer it, but the door burst off its hinges before he could open it.

Wyatt stood in the doorway holding the glowing spellbook. He had his usual evil smile on his face. "Hello cousin," He said. "Did you miss me?" Wyatt stepped into the office with Roman right behind him. "I just came by to personally thank you for letting a dinosaur eat me. Now I would like to return the favor."

"Hey!" Lucas shouted. "We can't help it if you are crazy. Maybe if you had stayed locked up, that wouldn't have happened." Wyatt squinted his eyes in anger.

"I'm not crazy!" Wyatt screamed. "You guys are just stubborn. You should have just let me get rid of you." Wyatt looked at the book in his hands. "This time, you won't stop me." Wyatt extended his hand in front of him, and bolts of lightning shot out of his fingers. The bolts hit Jacob and Lucas. Brett jumped out of the way and rolled across the floor. He smacked against the wall where the murphy bed was kept, and the bed fell on top of him.

Lucas and Jacob began to glow and shrink in size. Within a few moments, Jacob was a pinata, and Lucas was a pocket watch. Wyatt howled with delight. Roman stood beside him, looking scared.

"Why did you do that?" Roman asked. "Why do you have to be so mean?" Wyatt slowly turned and glared at Roman.

"Would you like to join them?" Wyatt snapped. "I think you would make a nice teapot." Roman shook his head vigorously and stepped back. "Good, now pick them up." Roman picked up Lucas and stuff him in his pocket, and tucked Jacob under his arm. Without looking, Wyatt zapped the murphy bed, and it lifted and crashed down on the floor again. He wanted to make sure Brett was squished.

As they left the office, Wyatt took a deep breath and took in the chaos he created. Roman stayed a few steps behind Wyatt. He was frightened of what he would do next. "What are we going to do now?" Roman ask.

"Simple," Roman replied. "I think we need a drink at the Tavern of Unsavory Repute. Hand over Lucas." Wyatt extended his hand and snapped his fingers at Roman. Roman took Lucas out of his pocket and reluctantly handed him over. Wyatt held the watch close to his face. "This time, no one is going to save you." Wyatt latched the watch to his belt loop and strutted down the sidewalk. Roman sighed and followed his brother.

As the chaotic storm cloud spread throughout the city, citizens began to panic and evacuated the city if they didn't need a hospital trip. The falling objects grew worse as pianos began to fall from the sky now. Elliot made his way through the city, dodging falling objects and hysterical citizens. He came to a stop in front of the office of Jacob Valiant. Upon entering the office, he found it abandoned and in disarray.

"They sure must have left in a hurry," Elliot said to himself. Just then, Roger Rabbit came flying into the room, screaming for help.

"Where is everyone?" Roger asked.

"I don't know," Elliot replied. "This place was empty when I got here a few moments ago." Elliot shook his head at the messy office. "They could have at least put the bed away." Elliot lifted the murphy bed to tuck it back into the wall and gasped and lost his grip, dropping the bed.

"What’s wrong, Elliot?" Roger asked.

"I think Brett is stuck to the underneath of the bed," Elliot replied. Elliot lifted the bed again, and sure enough, there was Brett flat like a poster stuck to the bed. "This isn't good. Something terrible happened here." Elliot peeled Brett off the bed and rolled him up. "We need to get him to the hospital." Roger nodded and raced out of the office to hail a cab. "I wonder what happened to Jacob and Lucas?" Elliot thought to himself. He looked around the office just to make sure he didn't miss them. A car horn honked outside. Elliot looked out the window to see a cab waiting for him. He rushed down the stairs and hopped into the cab. "The Mel Blanc Hospital, please," Elliot ordered. Elmer Fudd, the cab driver, stomped on the gas, and the cab rushed down the street.

Elliot observed the chaos safely from the cab, although he wished he had his camera. It was total anarchy, fires, falling objects, people turning into strange things. He patted Brett, who was rolled up on his lap. "Don't worry, buddy. We'll get you fixed and figure out what's going on here." Roger sat next to Elliot, biting his nails.

When the cab dropped them off at the hospital, there was a sign on the door. "No Flowers necessary." Elliot smiled and walked through the doors. When he got to the waiting room, his jaw hit the floor. The room was packed with humans and toons alike. One man had a migraine, and his head asploded. There was a woman who sneezed real hard causing her head spin around backwards. Elliot stood there, trying to flag down a staff member. Roger felt uneasy and told Elliot he had to check on Jessica as he turned hightailed it out of the hospital waiting room.

Elliot finally got the attention of Nana. "I need help," He cried. "My friend was flattened by a murphy bed." Nana just stared at him and pointed with her nose to a laundry bin full of people flattened. A sign was hanging above the bin reading "Flattened People Here." Elliot sighed and declined to place Brett in there. He sat in a chair between to halves of a magician's assistant. He waited patiently as others were being tended to.

At the Tavern of Unsavory Repute, Wyatt was toasting his success with other toon villains. "I'm glad you all came out," Wyatt said. "I have big plans for this city, and I would like all of you to take part in it." The villains cheered. "Now, let's have some fun." Wyatt gave the nod for Roman to pull on a rope. Pinata Jacob was hoisted into the air. "I know a lot of you would like to take a few whacks at him, so go for it." The villains took turns hitting Jacob with a bat until he split open and candy fell out. Wyatt watched with total glee as he nuzzled close to his new girl, Rose. It turns out the chaos Wyatt constructed turned Rose into a bad girl with only eyes for him. He wished Brett could see this.

Elliot spent hours in the hospital waiting for someone to fix Brett. He watched hundreds of people get fixed by the staff. One particular person was being shocked by Ludwig Von Drake with a defibrillator. After a few shocks, the man was reduced to a sizzling piece of bacon. Elliot stifled his laughter. Soon Dr. I.Q. stood before Elliot, asking what his problem was. Elliot handed his flattened friend to the doctor and was quickly taken to a room.

"I have many more people to see, so let's make this quick." Dr. I.Q. said as he attached an oxygen mask and turned on the air. Sadly he was in such a rush, he didn’t see what he was doing. Dr I.Q. put the mask on Elliot instead of Brett and inflated him like a balloon. "Okay, this is going to take longer than I expected," The doctor said as he looked at Elliot floating up to the ceiling. The doctor pulled the masked off Elliot causing him to fly around the room like a confused bird. Elliot crashed to the floor back in his old shape. "Let's try this again, shall we?" I.Q. said as he attached the mask to Brett this time.

After the party Wyatt led Roman to a fortress deep within Toontown. It was in a place call the Forbidden Mountain. Wyatt stood in front of the fortress, looking pleased. "This will be a perfect place for us." Roman gulped at the sight of the scary place. "It's now time for phase two of my plan; come on Roman, don't dawdle," Wyatt marched across the draw bridge and into the fortresses menacing maw. Roman followed behind his brother holding the pieces of Jacob. He was trying to be very careful not to trip on the rotted bridge and drop him.

Deep into the fortress, Wyatt found a throne room. He lit a few candles and opened the spellbook. "When I was… away, I made some new friends," Wyatt explained to Roman. "I would like to bring them to the party." Wyatt began to chant, waving his hands in the air, looking like a fool. The book began to glow red again, and the room quaked. Roman dropped Jacob and hid under a table. A ray of red light rose from the book's pages, and seven-colored spirits emerged from the light. They danced and circled Wyatt.

"Oh, my friends," Wyatt cooed. "I missed you guys." He looked over to Roman hiding under a table. "Come over here, my dear brother, and meet my friends." Roman slowly crawled out from under the table and brushed himself off. The spirits stopped circling Wyatt and faced Roman. "Roman, these are the seven deadly sins." Roman's eyes grew wide in terror.

After being fixed at the hospital, Brett and Elliot made their way into Toontown. Brett explained everything about Wyatt and what he did to Jacob and Lucas, and how he was the cause of all the chaos. When they reached the town square, the city looked like a ghost town. "Huh, I thought this is where he would be," Brett said. "He does like to be the center of attention." Elliot noticed something in the sky and tackled Brett. The two rolled on the ground as an elephant came crashing down. "Thanks, Elliot. I don't want to go back to the hospital so soon."

"If you are looking for that evil human," A voice said. "Check the forbidden mountain." Brett looked for the source of the voice. A pair of scary eyes gleamed at the men from the shadows. Elliot hid behind Brett in terror.

"Yen Sid?" Brett asked. The eyes moved forward, and a mean-looking wizard emerged into the light. "I thought that was you."

"Are you here to stop that human?" Yen Sid asked.

"Yes," Brett answered. "We will stop Wyatt and bring him to justice."

"You can't bring him to justice," Yen Sid said coldly. "You must destroy him."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Elliot scoffed.

"No, we can't," Brett snapped. "He’s a human being. Yes, he's insane and violent, but he's still a person." Brett paused for a moment. "Why are you so concerned about him, Yen Sid?" Yen Sid lowered his eyes in shame.

"I helped cause this." Yen Sid said. "The young man Roman came to me, asking for help. He said that a dinosaur ate his brother and that he wanted him back. I gave him the book of spells to do it. If I had known his brother was evil, I would not have given him the means to resurrect him."Yen Sid grabbed Brett by the shoulders. "If you destroy the book, you destroy him." Yen Sid released Brett from his grip and stepped back. "The evil one has made his home in the fortress on the Forbidden Mountain. I fear he may have released a terror upon this world you must stop before you vanquish him. The fate of the world depends on you two." Yen Sid raised his arms above his head and vanished in a flash of light.

"That was eerie," Elliot said. "Can we please go?" Brett sighed and nodded. The two made their way to the Forbidden Mountain. When they reached the draw bridge, menacing laughter could be heard. The seven deadly sins darted out of the fortress and went in separate directions all over Toontown.

"I guess those were the terror's Yen Sid warned us about," Brett observed. "Do we go after them?"

"What were those?" Elliot asked. One of the torches at the gate entrance turned green, and a voice spoke from it.

"Those were the seven deadly sins," The flame spoke. Brett rolled his eyes.

"Yen Sid," Brett sighed as he looked at Elliot.

"Just as I feared the Evil One released them onto the world." The voice continued. "They inhabit the toon that represents them best. You are tasked to find them and expel them back to where they came from. Once they are gone, you will then be able to stop the Evil One."

"Just how are we going to expel these sins?" Elliot asked. The flame increased in size and spat out a small fireball that landed in Elliot's hands. The flame dissipated, and a bell appeared.

"What is this?"Elliot questioned.

"That is the Bell of Retreat." The flame said. "By ringing this bell, the spirits nearby will retreat. However, with the sins, the bell must be close to them and glowing their color."

"Color?" Elliot asked. "This is getting a bit far fetched for me."

"Each sin has a color." The flame continued. "When the bell rings, they will fly back to the other plane of existence. To find the sins seek out those who represent them most." Another fireball shot out of the flame and landed in Brett's hand. The ball turned into a bag of beans. "That these as well. They are Convaluisset Beans. If you get injured by one of the sins, eat one, and you will be whole again. Now go and stop the sins, then destroy the Evil One." The green flames fizzled out and turned back into its orange hue.

"You heard the flame," Brett said. "Let's get going."

They headed back into Toontown, hoping they could follow the trail of the spirits. By then, the spirits had found their hosts and were gaining strength for Wyatt.

"Where do we even start?" Elliot inquired. "I don't even know what the sins are?"

"I do," Brett replied with a smile. "And I know exactly where to find the spirit Wrath, follow me."

The men trudged across Toontown as the chaos continued to rain down large objects from the sky. Brett led Elliot to a hedge maze where there was a castle on the other end. The two navigated their way through the maze until they reached a dead end.

"I think we should have taken a left at Albuquerque," Elliot joked. They went to turn around and were immediately ambushed by playing cards. They had their spears drawn on them.

"You are trespassing on royal grounds," One of the cards shouted.

"The queen will want them imprisoned immediately." Shouted another. The cards grabbed Brett and Elliot and dragged them into the castle. The cards made a beeline straight to the dungeon with their prisoners. Brett and Elliot were thrown into a cell and left there to wait for the Queen.

"Okay, this is good," Brett said positively. "We are in the castle. Now we need to escape and find the Queen."

"Um, time out," Elliot interjected. "What are we doing here?"

"Well," Brett began. "Wrath is one of the seven sins, and the know toon that is known for wrath is the Queen of Hearts."

"What if you are wrong?"

"We escape and look for someone else." They heard the dungeon door open and saw shadows on the wall heading down the staircase. Elliot felt something warm in his pocket. He pulled out the bell, which was glowing red.

"I think that settles it," Brett said. "Quick, ring the bell." Elliot shook the bell, but no sound emitted from it. Elliot flipped the bell over and saw the clapper fallen off. He fumbled in his pocket to find it. By then, the Queen of Hearts was in front of their cell. She had a red aura about her. The queen glared at them with severe disdain.

"Trespassing in my maze, huh," she snarled. "OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!"

"Nonsense!" Elliot shouted, still searching for the clapper.

"Nonsense?" The Queen gasped. "Just for that off with his head in small increments." The guards lunged for Elliot, but Brett stepped in their way.

"If you want him, you will have to go through me first," Brett commanded. The Queen had a smug look on her face.

"Fine," She said. "Have it your way." She pointed to Brett, and the guards grabbed him and yanked him out of the cell. They wrestled him into a guillotine and locked his head into place. Elliot noticed the bell clapper on the floor and snatched it up before anyone saw it. He quickly reattached it to the bell when he heard a SCHENN and a thud. Brett had lost his head, and the Queen was coming for him next.

Elliot fiercely rang the bell as it glowed red. The Queen's eyes grew wide, and she let out a scream. The glowing red aura around her rose off her like smoke and swirled above her. She fainted on the floor, and a little red ghost flew out of her mouth and was pulled into the swirling smoke screaming. The card guards stood there in shock as the ghost entered the smoke and vanished.

"We need to get the queen to her room!" one guard shouted.

"Right," another one chimed in. "If she wakes up on the floor, it will be our heads." Eight guards hoisted the Queen up and slowly carried her up the stairs. They were straining to hold her, for she was not petite. Elliot ran over to Brett's body and lifted it away from the guillotine. He then picked up his head.

"You couldn't have rung that bell sooner?" The head asked.

"The clapper fell off," Elliot answered. Elliot placed Brett's head back on the body and shoved one of the Convaluisset Beans in his mouth. Brett was healed instantly.

"Okay," Brett sighed as he felt his neck. "So that's one down and six more to go. This is going to be fun." Brett rolled his eyes and stood up. "Let's get out of here before the Queen wakes up and tries to behead us again." Elliot nodded and followed Brett up the dungeon stairs and out of the castle. They made their way out of the hedge maze and back into Toontown.

"Where are we going to find the others?" Elliot asked.

"I have no idea," Brett said. The two pondered a bit as the chaos cloud grew even bigger.

Elliot felt the bell tingle in his pocket. He pulled it out to see what was going on. It was slightly glowing a light blue.

"That's strange," Elliot pondered. "Why is it doing that? It was red before."

"I think it's picking up a new sin," Brett suggested. They looked around and saw toons running amok around them, none of them with the matching aura. "Maybe not," Brett said sadly. He sat down on the sidewalk and sighed. "This is going to be more difficult than I thought."

"Get back here, you varmint!" A voice shouted. Brett looked up to see Bugs Bunny race by being chased by a chicken hawk with a gun. As the hawk ran by, the bell vibrated violently. The light blue glowed brighter.

"I think the bell wants us to follow that guy," Elliot observed. Brett got off the sidewalk and looked at the bell.

"But that guy doesn't have an aura around him," Brett said

"Yeah," Elliot replied. "But he could lead us to the person we are looking for." Brett agreed, and the two of them chase the hawk into the forest of Toontown.

They lost the hawk in the woods, but the bell acted like a compass glowing brighter if they were going in the right direction. Soon they came to a clearing with a big fat hawk laying in a nest.

"Elvis," The fat hawk called. "Elvis, my boy. Did you catch that rabbit critter?"

"No, Pappy," The young hawk answered as he walked into the clearing, looking defeated. "The darn varmint got away."

"Elvis, you're a disappointment," Pappy yelled at him. "One of these days, I'm going to get out of this nest and give you a what for." Elvis fired his gun. "Elvis, why did you go shooten off your gun for?" Elvis fired again. Brett pointed to Pappy, and he had the same blue aura that the bell was emitting.

"Just ring the bell, and we can get out of here," Brett whispered. Elliot raised the bell, but before he could shake it, Elvis's gun was pointing in his face.

"Get out of them bushes," Elvis shouted. "I know it's you; you rabbit critter." Brett and Elliot slowly emerged from the bushes with their hands up. "You ain't the rabbit critter." Elvis gasped.

"No, we're not," Brett snapped. "We were just taking a stroll in the woods. Now please let us be on our way if you know what's good for..." Elvis fired his gun before Brett could finish. Brett looked down at his torso, which was riddled with holes. "Really?" Brett asked. He turned to Elliot. "Ring the damn bell!" Elliot waved the bell in the air. The same effect happened to Pappy that happened to the Queen of Hearts. When the spirit left Pappy he dropped out of the nest like a rock. Elvis dropped his gun to check on him. Brett ate another bean, and the holes went away. "Let's get out of here before we get shot again," Brett ordered.

The men made tracks through the woods in a hurry.

"Okay," Brett said. "That's two of the sins gone. Plus, we now know that the bell can be used as a homing beacon. I think things are starting to turn around for us."

"But remember we only have five beans left," Elliot interjected. "We need to be more careful." Just as Elliot finished his sentence, they both were caught in a snare trap sending them both flying up into the trees and slowly ascended back to the ground upside down. They were hanging a few feet above the ground. The bell fell out of Elliot's pocket and was glowing orange.

"Now what?" Brett sighed. A whirlwind was spinning rapidly towards them and stopped right in front of them. It was the Tasmanian Devil, and he looked hungry. Taz bit the ropes holding them upside down, and Brett and Elliot crashed to the ground. Elliot landed on his back, stunning him. He rolled on the ground in pain, giving Taz time to grab him. Brett managed to land on his side. His side went numb, but he wasn't in as much pain as Elliot. He saw the bell in front of him and quickly snatched it and shoved it in his jacket pocket. Brett started to crawl away, but Taz took hold of his foot and dragged him and Elliot away to his den.

Unable to put up a fight, Taz had the two men bound in no time. Taz placed Elliot on a serving tray and surrounded him with garnish with an apple lodged in his mouth so he couldn’t scream for help. Brett was stuck in a boiling pot for stew. Brett saw Elliot was trying to wiggle his way off the tray, but it was difficult due to his injury. Taz came back into the room wearing an apron and chef's hat. Brett noticed he had an orange glow to him.

"He must be possessed," Brett thought to himself. Brett struggled to get his hand in his jacket pocket for the bell. Taz started to season Elliot with salt and pepper. Elliot whined behind the apple. He thought he was about to become dinner for this beast. Brett seized the bell from his pocket and rang it hard. Taz began to shake and spout gibberish. Soon he fainted to the floor, and the spirit exited him like the previous two. Brett took this opportunity to climb out of the pot, which wasn't easy being tied up. He found a knife and used it to cut the ropes. Brett then helped Elliot on the table and limped out of Taz's den.

"Do you need a bean?" Brett asked.

"No," Elliot sighed. "I think I can walk it off. Thanks for the help back there. I was sure I was about to be his dinner." The two made their way out of the forest finally and went to the square in Toontown. The Chaos cloud seemed to stop growing, and the larger objects weren't falling anymore.

"I think every time we get rid of a sin, the cloud loses power," Brett said, looking up at the clouds. "Hopefully, when they are all gone, Wyatt won't be as powerful as he is now." Elliot laid down on a bench.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Elliot said. Brett didn't think Elliot heard anything he said. "Just give me ten minutes to rest my back, then we'll go after the rest." Brett sighed and sat down on another bench.

"I hope Lucas and Jacob are doing alright." Brett thought to himself.

Back in Wyatt's lair, he was having a non-stop party, and all the villains were invited. They dance and reveled in the chaos Wyatt caused. Roman sat in the corner, regretting bringing Wyatt back.

"I should have left things alone," Roman said to himself. He was trying to repair Jacob from being busted open. "I hope you can be fixed," Roman said to the pinata. Wyatt sat on a throne in the center of the festivities. Rose was sitting on the arm of the chair wearing a leopard print dress. She had her arms wrapped around Wyatt's shoulders, kissing his cheek.

"Wyatt, you are the most handsome man in the world," She cooed. "I don't know what I saw in Brett." Wyatt almost melted hearing that. "Will you do me a favor, Wyatt darling? Get me a giant diamond ring." She whipped her left hand out in front of Wyatt's face showing off her naked ring finger. Wyatt knew what she was getting at. He laughed nervously and slowly escaped from her grip and joined the dancing villains. "Typical man!" Rose shouted. She scowled at Wyatt and blew a bubble with her gum.

While dancing, Wyatt was pulled aside by one of the guards to the fortress. He whispered something in Wyatt's ear. Wyatt's face grew red with anger. "Stop the music!" Wyatt yelled. Everyone froze in terror and stared at Wyatt. "Turns out my retched cousin Brett is on his feet and causing trouble." The villains mumbled among themselves at the news. "He, along with a reporter, has gotten rid of the sins Wrath, Sloth, and Gluttony. With each sin being disposed of my powers fade, and you are no longer protected." The crowd gasped in horror. "So I have a proposition, catch them and bring them to me. You shall be greatly rewarded." Wyatt directed the crowd to a pile of money the guards were making. "That can all be yours if you bring me, my cousin, and the reporter alive." The villains cheered and raced out of the room in a stampede.

Roman was sadly in their way, and he was trampled flat by the rush of villains. Wyatt sighed and snapped his fingers. Roman popped back into his normal form. "Roman," Wyatt sighed. "You always manage to disappoint me." Roman looked at the floor and left the room. "I can't wait till his purpose is no longer needed." Wyatt sat back down on his throne, thinking about how he would get rid of his brother when Rose put her hand in his face again. Wyatt's eyes grew wide, and he nervously laughed again as he loosened his tie.

Brett let Elliot rest for twenty minutes before he was on his feet again. "Feeling better?" Brett asked.

"Still a little sore," Elliot replied. "But I can stand and walk. Do you know where to go next?" Brett thought for a moment.

"I guess we got rid of Wrath, Sloth, and Gluttony." Brett started. "So that would leave Pride, Envy, Greed, and Lust." Brett thought a bit more, pacing back and forth. "I can't say where three of them would be. However, I can think of a very envious person that has a passion for apples." Elliot understood what Brett was saying, and the two of them headed for the fairytale part of town.

Brett took Elliot to the castle of Queen Grimhilde, where they were welcomed inside. Brett could feel the bell vibrate in his jacket pocket as they got closer to the throne room.

"We are definitely on the right path," Brett whispered. He didn't want to talk too loud and alert the spirit. They entered the throne room, and the Queen was settled on her throne. Her throne was lined with green velvet, which contrasted with her queenly raiment of purple and black. She welcomed the gentlemen to her presence.

"I saw you coming in my mirror." She directed them to her mirror. A face stared back at them. Elliot felt dread looking at it. "I always enjoy the company of handsome men." A servant came in with a tray of drinks for them. Brett was a bit hesitant at first. "I promise you; there is no poison in it." Elliot and Brett toasted to the Queen and drank their drinks. "As I said, I enjoy the company of handsome men," The Queen repeated. "However, I don't like those that are fairer than I!" Brett felt strange, like his skin was crawling. He looked at Elliot, who seemed to have aged fifty years. Brett knelt on the floor, choking for air. The Queen laughed in amusement. "Look at yourselves." The Queen commanded. "Now I am the fairest in the land!" Brett caught sight of himself in the mirror. His nose became long and crooked with warts that seem to have covered his face. He gasped when he saw his hands were cover in liver spots. The Queen rose to her feet and descended to their level. Brett saw she was glowing with a green aura. Without wasting a moment, Brett whipped out the bell and rang it. The Queen gasped, clutching her chest. The spirit of Envy left the Queen in a rush.

Brett handed Elliot a bean, and they both ate one at the same time. Within seconds they were back to their old selves. The Queen herself reverted into the old crone. She crawled over to the mirror to look at herself and was horrified. The crone ran from the room, screaming in agony.

Brett and Elliot left the castle with no trouble from the guards. They were making their way back to the square when Brett got tackled to the road. Lena Hyena Was on top of Brett, kissing him uncontrollably. Elliot laughed at the sight but then noticed that Lena was glowing.

"I think she’s possessed!"Elliot shouted.

"No Kidding!" Brett yelled back. Get the bell!" Brett's arms were pinned to the road so that he couldn't reach his pocket. "Please stop! Brett begged. "I'm already spoken for." Elliot fished in Brett's pocket. As soon as Elliot had his hand on the bell, he rang it still inside the pocket. The spirit left Lena, but she didn't stop kissing Brett. However, her grip loosened, and Brett was able to squirm his way away from her. Lena chased Brett down the road. He ducked into an alley, but it was a dead end. Lena charged down the alley with her lips protruding in front. Brett screamed as she drew closer, closing his eyes bracing for impact. He heard a loud crash, and Lena go "Oof!" When Brett opened his eyes, a safe had landed on Lena. Brett heaved a sigh of relief and thanked the chaos.

Brett rejoined Elliot on the main road.

"So that leaves two left," Elliot said. He held up the bell, which was glowing purple. "I think we are close to another." The bell led them to the city gym. "The gym?" Elliot questioned. "I guess that would be pride then." The gentlemen entered the gym and began their search.

The gym was pretty much empty when they entered. "I guess with everything that's going on, no one wants to work out," Elliot said as they explored the area. Towards the back of the gym, there was a room with a light on. Brett could hear gym equipment being used and raced to investigate. Brett peaked into the room to see Bluto lifting weights and sporting a purple aura. Brett could feel the bell vibrating in his pocket. Elliot smirked at Brett and dashed into the room.

"Freeze Bluto!" Elliot shouted. Bluto dropped the weight he was lifting and placed his hands on his hips, and laughed.

"What do you think you are going to do, little man." Before Elliot had time to react, Bluto grabbed him and scrunched him into an accordion. Brett, still hiding behind the door, reached for the bell. However, he was enjoying seeing Bluto play Elliot. He let out a chuckle just loud enough for Bluto to hear. Bluto dropped Elliot in a comedic fashion and grabbed Brett. He squeezed Brett with one hand. Brett could feel his body getting crushed like a can. He remembered he still had the bell in his hand and rang it. Bluto released Brett and grabbed his head. He staggered around out of the room, confused. Brett saw the purple spirit leave in the same manner as the others. The little spirit was cursing Brett as he vanished.

Brett was able to get a bean from his pocket and place it on the floor. Bluto had crushed his body in a way that he couldn’t reach his mouth with his hands. Brett wiggled on the floor like a worm trying to eat the bean. After a few attempts, he managed to use his tongue to pull the bean into his mouth. Brett felt his body pop back into shape. He let out a huge sigh and when over to Elliot and place a bean in his mouth. With one last accordion note, Elliot was back to normal.

"Thanks, Brett," Elliot said. "Come on; we have one sin left." Elliot picked his hat off the floor and placed it back on his head. The men walked out of the gym. The bell was going crazy as soon as they reached the sidewalk. "What's going on with that thing?"

"I'm guessing Greed is nearby," Brett answered. After Brett finished his sentence, a cage fell from the sky, trapping Brett and Elliot. "Hey, what gives?" Brett heard evil laughter. Yosemite Sam came out from behind a trash can rubbing his hands.

"Now, I got you!" Sam gloated. "Wyatt promised me a fortune if I bring you to him." Sam let out a whistle, and two goons popped out from behind the same trash can Sam was hiding behind from before. Brett noticed that Sam was glowing. He was about to ring the bell when Elliot grabbed his arm.

"Wait," Elliot whispered. "I have an idea," Elliot whispered his plan into Brett's ear. Brett smiled and nodded. They both sat down in the cage. Elliot removed his shoes and crossed his legs. He seemed to go into a meditative state. The two goons pulled the cage to Wyatt's new base.

Wyatt stood at the castle entrance with an evil smile that seemed to go from ear to ear. He directed the goons to take his prisoners into the main room for entertainment purposes. As for Yosemite Sam, Wyatt let him have the giant pile of money he promised. As Sam jumped and rolled around in the money, Brett rang the bell. He figured with all the commotion. No one would notice the last spirit departing from this world.

In Wyatt's main room, Brett gasped at what he saw. Jacob was still broken into two pieces. He couldn't see Lucas, but he knew he was around. The villains that were in the room booed and threw tomatoes at Brett and Elliot. Elliot stayed in his zen mode while Brett grew anxious.

"Bring me the man in blue!" Wyatt roared. The crowd cheered as the two goons dragged Brett from the cage. They forced him into a chair and tied him up. Brett struggled to free himself, but the ropes were tight. Wyatt had them set him into the center of the room with the villains circling them. "I will finally have my revenge on my cousins." Wyatt shrilled with glee. He pulled the watch Lucas was trapped in out of his pocket and tossed it to the floor. "I want him to see what I'm going to do to you." Brett's eyes grew wide in terror.

"ELLIOT, HELP!" Brett cried. Elliot calmly opened his eyes and slipped his shoes back on. He held up his finger, trying to calm Brett down. Brett gulped and nodded. "Do your worst, Wyatt!" Wyatt produced a toon water pistol from his pocket and pointed it directly at Brett.

"Say ahh, cuz," Wyatt sneered. Wyatt pulled the trigger, and a never-ending jet of water shot from the pistol. It splashed Brett in the face. Brett couldn't breathe and opened his mouth to gasp for air. Wyatt seized the moment and began to fill Brett's mouth with water. Brett's eyes grew wide, and his head began to swell like those clowns at the fair. Soon Brett's head was swollen with water and exploded. Wyatt raised his hands above his head, and the villains cheered even louder. "Thank you all so much." Wyatt addressed the crowd. "Now to tie up all loose ends, get me the reporter."

Elliot waited for the goons to open the cage door. As soon as it was open, Elliot grabbed the top of the cage and kicked the goons. He jumped over them and raced for Wyatt. Wyatt just stood there with a smug look on his face. Elliot felt something grab his leg. He was yanked into the air by a giant baby. "Play nice with your new toy," Wyatt chuckled. Wyatt turned to pick up Lucas off the floor when Roman cut him off.

"That's enough, Wyatt!" Roman snapped. "I can't stand by anymore. You have hurt so many people. I should have left you rotting in that pile of dung." Wyatt's face went sour.

"Oh Roman," Wyatt said, shaking his head. "What a bad time to grow a spine." Wyatt picked the spell book off it's pedestal and opened it. "It's such a shame you are a total blockhead." Bolts of magic spewed from the book and zapped Roman. He screamed in pain, and his body stiffened and squared out. Roman was soon transferred into a wooden statue. Wyatt laughed as his wooden brother teetered then fell over.

All the commotion scared the giant baby, who dropped Elliot and ran off in terror. Elliot raced for Wyatt landing a nice sucker punch on his jaw. Wyatt dropped the book and held his face in pain.

"How dare you strike me!" Wyatt barked. "So you want to play rough, huh? I'll destroy you."

Wyatt took a fighting stance, as did Elliot. The two men fought each other as if they were in a martial arts torment. Wyatt landed a few good kicks in on Elliot's side. Elliot fell to his knees and gasped in pain. He saw the book lying on the floor and began to crawl to it. Wyatt kicked him a few more times in the gut. Elliot curled up in defense. He knew he was really injured. He wasn't far from Brett's limp body, so he crawled over to it and fished in Brett's pocket. Wyatt grabbed his hand and yanked back. Elliot dropped the bean on the floor and pretended to collapse on the floor, his face over the bean. He licked the bean up into his mouth just as Wyatt rolled him over on his back.

Elliot swallowed the bean, and he instantly could feel his bones mending. Wyatt went to stomp on Elliot's head when Elliot rolled out of the way and swept Wyatt's foot out from under him. Wyatt landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him. Elliot took this moment to spring to his feet and grabbed a torch. He raced over to the book just as Wyatt got to his feet.

"The game's over, psycho!" Elliot shouted. He used the torch to light the spell book on fire. The villains that were in the circle them screamed and ran out of the room. Wyatt charged for Elliot, but the book had one last spell to cast. A beam of magic shot from the book straight for Elliot. Elliot dodged the beam, but it blasted Wyatt square in the chest. Wyatt froze in his tracks. His skin started to turn gray. Elliot smiled as he saw Wyatt turn to stone. Within seconds of becoming a statue, cartoon pigeons landed on Wyatt. One relieved itself on his head.

The chaos cloud soon dissipated, and the sky was blue once again. Toons rejoiced that things were back to normal once again. Elliot called the police to have them help clean up Wyatt's mess. Thankfully they were reverted back into humans.

Brett, Lucas, Jacob, and Roman were all healed from their injuries and sent home a few days later in the hospital. Elliot was given a Medal of Honor from the Mare of Toontown for bravery in defeating Wyatt. As for Wyatt, Yen Sid warned everyone that Wyatt must never leave Toontown or the spell will be broken, and he will be freed from the stone. So the statue was taken to the park and turn into a fountain. Brett thought it was a fitting punishment for his cousin. Hopefully, things will be at peace now that he has been taken care of.

#Dectives #Cartoons #Roger Rabbit

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Vernon x Sister’s Best Fried Part Two

You and Vernon try to carry on as normal after the big revelation but others begin to notice there might be something more going on here. 

Part One Here

You woke up the next morning and were confused about why you felt like there was a weight on your chest until you remembered last night. Vernon hadn’t come back after your news and you weren’t sure if he was mad at you or not. So instead of going to your usual morning spot you went and found Dino. You knocked on his door and cursed forgetting who he was sharing with. Vernon opened the door and froze when he saw you "ow y/n...". "Hey, how are you feeling?" you asked. Vernon shrugged looking down "fine thanks...I'm guessing you’re here for Dino so i’ll give you some privacy" and he left. You stepped into the room and Dino waved to you “hey y/n”. “Hey Dino” you replied and he smiled “so crazy night huh? Elena explained it to me and thank you so much for helping us”. You shrugged “it’s okay but Vernon..how is he?" you asked. Dino sighed "better than he was. He was so mad last night. He said he felt betrayed and I should’ve told him...I can’t even imagine what he’s gonna do when he learns it Elena". You nodded but honestly that was their problem. "Is he mad at me? Should I speak to him?". Dino shook his head "no it's totally me he’s mad at don’t worry". You nodded but weren’t too convinced. As if as proof when you got downstairs to your reading spot Vernon was noticeably absent.

When the day passed with Vernon pointedly avoiding you, you decided to do something about it. The next morning you woke up and headed to Vernon’s room. Dino had stopped off at yours to see Elena so you knew Vernon would be alone. You knocked and he opened it. "Ow hey Dino's...". "Yeah I didn’t come to see him...can we talk?". Vernon paused shocked before nodding. He let you into his room and you realised he’d just got back from taking a shower. He quickly moved his towels and cleared some space for you to sit "so what's up?" he asked. You sighed "Vernon I feel terrible with how things happened. I never wanted to hurt you or make you mad at me". "Mad at you?" he asked. You nodded "you didn’t come read this morning or yesterday morning and you've been avoiding me...Vernon I'm so sorry" you started near tears when he sat forwards "hey y/n calm down it's okay! I'm not mad at you, I never could be. It’s Dino I was annoyed at". You paused "really?". He nodded "why would I get annoyed at you? You've done nothing wrong...I was mad Dino didn’t tell me because we work together and I feel like it should’ve been his place. I'm sorry if you felt I was being cold I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to be around you and stuff when Dino is here". "I do. Vernon you’re my friend, I've known you way longer than I've known Dino and there's no way I want you to stop that just because of what's happened" you said and Vernon nodded "okay then" but you could be sworn he looked happy. "Okay then" you smiled feeling pretty happy too

So things carried on as before but with noticeable differences. You sat next to Dino in group situations now and he’d put an arm around you casually for appearances. You’d help stage dates with Elena for him. You’d pretend to be on them when you were just reading somewhere and waiting for them to find you or for you two to return together.

Vernon was trying to act like nothing had changed but things were different. Every time he was with you Dino was just a nagging thought at the back of his head and he hated it. He just couldn’t help wondering how the two of you got together, how it happened, who made the first move. He hated it but he really wanted to know more. He also found it odd considering how different you both were. What did you talk about? How had you found each other attractive? He knew opposites attract but the two of you were polar!

Elena promised you she’d tell Vernon any day now but she hadn’t made the move yet. Luckily Dino was pretty good company so you didn’t mind spending more time with...however he was a little too receptive for your liking.

You were all sat downstairs one evening after dinner and everyone had been drinking and playing games. Dino was beside you but Vernon was across from you and you’d spent all night talking to him. Vernon had drunk quite a bit so was louder and more social than usual and you were finding him more hilarious than usual. You were in fits over his argument with Seungkwan and when it finished Vernon turned to you “were you enjoying that y/n? My pain makes you happy?”. You chuckled “yeah you’re very funny angry” and Vernon’s jaw dropped. “Some friend you are!” he cried which just made you laugh even harder. Vernon shook his head at you but was smiling. Anytime you made eye contact with him you laughed so you decided to go calm down and get another drink.

You stood up and made your way to the ice box at the end of the table when Dino followed. "So how long have you liked Vernon?" he whispered in your ear. You gasped loudly and grabbed him in shock. You were much louder than you intended and everyone turned around to look at you. They saw Dino close to your ear and Scoups groaned "Dino don’t whisper dirty stuff to y/n while we’re all here!". You realised it was probably easier to let them think that and so neither of you denied it. You needed to talk to Dino about what he’d said so you grabbed his arm and smiled at them all “me and Dino are going to get more drinks”. The members all made comments figuring they knew where you were going but you didn’t care, you had bigger things to deal with.

You led Dino into the kitchen "Why did you say that?" you asked when you were alone. Dino smirked "because it's TRUE and you're blushing like crazy so don't try and dent it! You like Vernon!". "Shhh" you hissed "keep your voice down, even Elena doesn't know". "She doesn’t?" Dino asked. You shook your head "I didn't know how she’d react Vernon being her twin brother and all". Dino nodded "well I think she’d be happy for you...also I think Vernon likes you back". You paused "you do?". He nodded "yeah you two are perfect for one another...I'm really screwing it up aren't I?". You sighed "no I agreed to help you both...but I would obviously prefer you to tell Vernon sooner rather than later". Dino nodded "I'll talk to Elena and see if she thinks it’s time to confess". You smiled "thank you Dino!" and he nodded “no problem” and held his arm out to you “now shall we return?”. You grabbed a few drinks from the fridge and nodded “let’s go!”.

When you got back everyone was playing a drinking game where you had to pick up a card and do whatever it said. When you walked in Joshua was doing a handstand while Jun fed him a shot. Dino cheered and Vernon shot you a smile. You sat down and watched until it got to your turn. Dk picked up your card and laughed “ow this is an easy one, you just got a question!”. You sighed in relief “thank god!” and the others laughed. “Okay so who was your first kiss?" Dk asked. You immediately went bright red remembering the fact it was Vernon. You managed not to look at him and just carried on. "Erm he was some guy in my year at a party when I was 13". That satisfied everyone and they moved on. Little did you know Dino had pocketed the card for some scheming. He recalled Vernon telling him his first kiss had been you and that was too good a chance to pass up.

When it was time to read Vernon’s card Dino volunteered and slipped out the card from earlier. He turned the card over and purposefully paused "Dk your shuffling skills are awful...who was your first kiss Vernon?". You tensed unsure how Vernon would answer this. He looked flustered and Woozi laughed "he can't even remember!". "No I can it was this girl...we were playing spin the bottle and it landed on her so we had to kiss". "Wait you were playing just the two of you?" Jeonghan asked. "No it was at a party. My friend’s mom was out for the evening and we were all so excited cus we were young". "How young?" Scoups asked and Vernon shrugged "13...". "Like y/n" Seungkwan nodded "wait didn’t you know go to the same school?". Vernon coughed "erm yeah it was the same party". "Wow you both got your first kisses at the same party, what are the odds?" Dk asked. Everyone went quiet as it hit them. "Wait your first kiss was each other!" Joshua cried. You and Vernon blushed in response and then all erupted. "That’s so sweet!" Wonwoo smiled. "Well it's a bit awkward now" Jeonghan said glancing at Dino and everyone laughed but Dino shook his head. "I don’t mind" he smiled and you realised he’d planned this. You wanted to murder him but all he did was grin smugly.

Later Elena told you she needed to speak with you and so you followed her to your room. "I didn’t know you and Vernon kissed" she cried. You blushed "well it was barely a kiss! We were 13 so it was a peck". "Yeah but still you were each other’s first and you never told me?". You shrugged "I wasn’t sure if you’d be mad...so I just didn’t say anything". Elena sighed "I wouldn't have been mad but can I ask...is there something going on between you two?". You blushed "what? Me and Vernon". She grinned "you like him! How did I never see it before you’re so obvious when you have a crush". You shook your head "I resent that!". "Resent all you want it's a fact! How long have you liked him". You sighed "seriously?". She nodded and you paused "since we were kids". "What!" she cried "you’ve liked him all that time and never told me!". "I thought you’d find it weird!" you cried and she laughed "we have to agree to tell each other things even if we're scared of how the other will take it, deal?". You nodded "okay deal...are you mad?". "I can honestly say I’m not mad and in the spirit of telling each other everything I can tell you...Vernon totally has a crush on you too".

Now it was your turn to be surprised "what! How do you know?". "Because he’s my twin and I know him better than anyone. He’s always been bashful around you but you always seemed oblivious so I figured you didn’t like him back. Then when he left to be an idol I thought that might change things then but when he came back it seemed to have increased if anything. Every visit home his eyes would go to you and you’d have those awkward conversations that were so cute...you should’ve told me earlier I could be helped!". You blushed "I...I don’t know what to say" all flustered and Elena laughed. "Now it makes sense why he reacted so badly! He was jealous, he probably would’ve actually cared less if I'd have said it was me" Elena laughed. You paused "I doubt it I mean you're his sister". "Yeah but you're the girl he’s had a crush on for years. Through all his time as a trainee, living away from home and becoming famous it's always been you for him...it’s so romantic". You blushed "if you say so but I'm not so certain he likes me". "Ow come on y/n" Elena started but you cut her off."No you come on! I've never dated anyone before and like you said he’s rich famous and talented, he could have anyone and even if I do feel something the idea of telling him is still terrifying...especially now with this Dino thing. I don’t know how much that's changed things". Elena gasped "of course! Well we can’t have that, I'll go tell Vernon". "Now?" you cried and she nodded "can you go tell him I want to speak with him?". You nodded and went back downstairs.

The group had stopped playing games and moved outside. Everyone was just chatting and having a good time. You spotted Vernon sat with a group and made your way over to them. Vernon saw you and you looked down feeling flustered. After this there would be no more excuses, nothing holding you back...but what if this put him off you? You had lied to him and messed with his head. You sighed and bit back your thought.

"Hey y/n you okay?” Scoups called and you nodded startled to see so many people watching you. "Erm yeah I just need to speak to Vernon". "Ahh looking for that second kiss ey?" Dk asked "don’t worry we won't tell Dino". The others started to laugh but you just blushed “no Elena wants to see you and asked me to tell you". Vernon hit Dk and nodded to you "thanks y/n, walk me there?". You nodded and left together "sorry about all that" he told you “I couldn’t think how to get out of their questions". You shook your head "it’s okay". "I spoke to Dino about it too just in case I got you in trouble" Vernon added. You sighed "trust me it's really not even a problem...erm do me a favour and come find me when you've spoken to Elena?" you asked thinking if you forced yourself into this situation you couldn’t back out. Vernon nodded "okay sure...will you be down here?". “I think I'll be in my room" you told him wanting to do this in private and he nodded “okay cool I'll come find you" and he left.

You waited in your room for ages and no Vernon. You began to panic. Had he found out and gotten mad? Maybe he hated you now. You had to find out so you left the room and went back downstairs. You couldn't see Vernon anywhere and asked around. The8 told you he’d asked to speak to Dino about half an hour ago but Dino hadn't come back yet. As if summoned Dino appeared and you rushed over to him "hey is everything okay?". Dino nodded "we told him and he’s cool with it. He had an intense talk with me about his sister but he’s not mad...at anyone" Dino said knowing what you were thinking. You smiled relieved "great but where is Vernon?". "He said he was heading to your room about five minutes ago" Dino explained and you swore. You rushed to your room and rounded the corner to see Vernon heading away from your door. He jumped as you appeared and he smiled "there you are!". "Sorry I wondered where you were so went to look for you" you explained. "Yeah I took ages, I hope I'm not too late?" he asked. You shook your head "no it's fine come in" and led him inside. Once inside you began to panic. This was it. Nothing would be the same after this and there was no going back. If he didn’t like you back this would change your friendship and things would never be the same again. Maybe you should just tell him something else but you had no idea what! You were trying to come up with plausible things but you ran out of time.

"So you wanted to talk to me?" Vernon asked "if it's about Dino and Elena I know". You nodded "it's not that but I'm glad you know. I felt awful lying to you". Vernon shook his head "it’s okay. I know you’d do anything for Elena and that’s why you did it". You nodded and Vernon paused "y/n are you okay? What do you have to tell me?". "Something sensitive and I'm not sure how you'll take it so please let me finish before you say anything because it’s gonna be hard to say". Vernon nodded and took a seat "okay no pressure. Whenever you're ready just start". You kept searching for the words to say it but you couldn’t phrase them right so you just sighed.

"I like you".

Vernon’s eyes widened but per your request he didn’t say anything. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you remembered his promise "that's it...sorry I thought there would be more but that’s the gist of it, pretty anticlimatic" you said but Vernon shook his head. "No not anti-climactic at all I'm just in shock". You winced figuring that was not a good sign "yeah I know it might be pretty unexpected and weird so don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way it's totally fine". "No I'm not in shock because the thought is weird...I'm in shock because I've liked you for years and it feels unreal to have you actually tell me you feel the same way". Now it was your turn to gawk "what?". Vernon chuckled "yeah...I thought about telling you so many times but always chickened out but now you were brave enough for the two of us". You blushed "I...wow". Vernon nodded "wow" and just looked at you.

You smiled in the comfortable silence admiring Vernon’s smile. He did the same with you until a thought came to him and he blushed "so if I like you and you like me would you like to do something about it?" he asked sitting forwards coming closer. You immediately panicked and your brain went into crisis mode thinking he meant physically. You went bright red and Vernon got it "not that! I meant go on a date! God I'm bad at this". You were very relieved and laughed "no you're not I just kind misunderstood...I'd love to go out with you". Vernon had a pleased smile on his face and grinned "perfect...great...I erm have no idea if there are any restaurants around here but I'll look into it". You smiled "we could just go for a walk or grab a hot chocolate and sit by the fire. It doesn’t have to be anything special". Vernon smiled because that was exactly what he wanted and was thinking. You got him and he loved that. "That actually sounds lovely" he smiled "how about we make our morning lounge a date?". You grinned "I’d love to". Vernon nodded “perfect, I will see you there tomorrow but for now how about we head back down to the others?” and he held out a hand to you. “Sounds good” you nodded and took his hand. You both had huge obvious blushes on your face but also large happy smiles. Together you went back into the party and didn’t let go of each other’s hands once.  

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