#i wanna draw only four of them but nah i don’t want anybody to be left out

[hejee]

i really just wanna draw them shirtless

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #inquisitor lavellan #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #the iron bull #solas #solas dragon age #dorian pavus #vivienne de fer #blackwall #cole dragon age #sera dragon age #ouuuugh so many tags #ok but the scenario is them finally taking a rest after fighting a damn dragon #dorian is the most wounded bc he rushed head first lol #this happened to me ingame tbh #viv and myrella are my tank mages #i wanna draw only four of them but nah i don’t want anybody to be left out #solas is the least wounded of the lot bc he’s the healer and uh u know #ngl i first drew varric’s ass

[seijorhi]

Thirty Seven Seconds

Soulmate AU commission for @pokemonfreak666, hope you like it, bby!

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader, Kirishima Eijiro x Female Reader

TW non-con, minor character death, nsfw

Part II

It’s funny how easily the things you think are important get pushed aside and forgotten when everything goes to shit.

For over twenty years you’ve watched the timers on your wrists slowly tick down, day by day, hour by hour, second by second. Separated only by a fraction of a second, counting down to the exact moment you’d meet your soulmates. And for as long as you can remember, those two timers have meant everything to you.

Twenty-four hours out, and you could barely focus, buzzing with nervous anticipation.

Twelve hours. Six. An hour and forty five. Down the timers tick.

Nine minutes.

Five and a half.

Two. 

It’s hard to describe the almost dizzying excitement you felt walking down the street, your arm looped with your friend’s. Giddy and grinning like a fool, it’d felt like nothing in the world could possibly touch you - you were moments away from meeting the ones - your soulmates, your happily ever after. 

And even though the timers never lied, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes peeled, desperately searching for an early glimpse of them while your friend (two months away from meeting her own) just rolled her eyes and laughed good-naturedly. 

Thirty seven seconds out, and the ground shook as an explosion ripped through the sky.

Funnily enough, you don’t remember too much after that. Just a wave of searing heat, an aftershock that knocks you clean off your feet and the sound of your best friend screaming.

There’s a hard body colliding with yours, the smell of burnt sugar and musk choking the air around you-

“Oi, shitty hair, get the other one!”

And then there’s nothing.

—

You wake up in the hospital hours later and a nurse with a sombre face tells you that your friend didn’t make it, and for the first time in years your soulmates are the furthest thing from your mind.

It was a villain attack, some no-name wannabe trying to make a reputation for himself. It doesn’t really matter, you don’t really care. 

It’s all white noise.

She tells you that you have visitors if you’re feeling up to it - the two Pro Heroes who rescued you stuck around to come see if you were okay, but you just shake your head. 

It’s not their fault, you know that, but the timers stopped ticking and your best friend died and you’re honestly not sure whether you’ll ever be able to reconcile those two things in your head. 

You spend just under a week in hospital, and every day they come to see you.

They never make it past the nurses station.

—

Two days after you’re discharged, there’s a rough pounding at your front door. 

You know, even before you glance through the peephole that it’s them. And even with your hand resting on the doorknob, your heart hammering away inside of your chest, there’s a part of you that wants to walk away, to shut them out entirely until they get the message that you’re not interested.

But it’s not their fault, you remind yourself, and you can’t be cruel.

Tentatively, you twist the knob and let the door swing open just a touch, catching on the chain deadbolt. 

The sight of the two towering Pro Heroes - Dynamight and Red Riot, unmistakable even out of their Hero costumes - standing out in the hall would be enough to set anybody on edge, but it’s the way their gazes snap towards you, red eyes zeroing in like you’ve caught them in the middle of a conversation that makes your heart squeeze uncomfortably.

They know. They have to. 

“H-hello?”

The blond’s still scowling, but the redhead (Kirishima, a voice inside your head supplies. He was your friend’s favourite, wasn’t he?) grins brightly at you.

“Hey babe! Y’know, you’re one tough chick to get ahold of,” he laughs, and your eyes flicker to Bakugou’s just in time to see the muscle in his jaw twitch. “Mind if we come in, sweetheart?”

Your stomach twists at the casual endearment, even more so when you catch sight of the pink and red flowers in his hand.

The polite thing to do would be to say yes; soulmates or not they did technically save your life and they deserve that much at least, but you just- 

You can’t. 

Not when you buried your friend yesterday. You need time. You need space. You’re just not in the right place and now… you’re not sure if you ever will be.

Swallowing tightly, you nibble on your bottom lip, “Um… look, I-I’m really sorry, but-”

“Nah, fuck this shit,” Bakugou snaps. “Move,” and you have all of a split second to process the command before his foot’s on the door and it’s splintering inwards, ripping the deadbolt clean off.

A shriek tears its way free as you flinch in on yourself, and vaguely you register Kirishima loudly chastising him, but you can’t focus on that when the blond’s hand is on your arm, fingers digging in, dragging you unceremoniously inside.

“Shut up, Kiri. ‘m not gonna let her push us away because she’s too fuckin’ stubborn for her own good.”

And then those red, glaring eyes are fixed on you, and it feels like you’re a little rabbit, caught in the maw of a hungry wolf. “What are you- stop!” you cry as he painfully yanks you forward again, this time in the direction of your open bedroom. 

But Bakugou doesn’t listen, doesn’t even pause, and despite his earlier protests, neither does Kirishima.

It’s too fast, too sudden- 

Your heart is pounding, fear gripping at your throat, squeezing. You don’t understand what’s happened, why they’ve forced their way inside your home, why they’re hurting you.

“Wait, please! I-I don’t-”

“You don't what, princess?! You’re our soulmate, aren’t you?” he snarls, and you can only sob. “Then just…” he breaks off with a frustrated huff, “just shut up and enjoy this.”

Against two Pro Heroes, you never stood a chance. 

It’s all too easy for Kiri to manhandle you back onto the bed, impossibly strong arms encircling your torso, drawing you back to prop you up against his chest while Bakugou busies himself with your lower half. Clothes are ripped off of you, greedy hands palming at exposed flesh, and you choke on another sob as heated red eyes gaze up at you from between your forcibly spread thighs.

The first lick of his tongue against your sex has you keening, writhing against the redhead’s grip. It’s useless - Kiri has no intentions of letting you go anywhere, and Bakugou only growls, fingers tightening on the meat of your thighs as he pushes his tongue further between your folds.

He eats you out like a man starved - sucking and slurping gracelessly at your cunt, messily, with no rhythm or technique, fucking his tongue into you while you shake and tearfully beg for him to stop. Yet you can’t fight the shameful warmth that burns at your cheeks, the way your toes curl and your breath stutters when he decides to add two fingers into the mix.

“Please,” you sniffle, choking back another moan as his tongue wraps around your clit and he suckles the swollen bud, but neither one of your soulmates pays the cry any heed.

You can feel Kiri’s own hardening cock nudging at your lower back as he plays with your tits, cooing at you and laughing when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger just as Bakugou’s fingers hit that sensitive bundle of nerves and you scream, shaking and trembling in his grip.

“Yeah, you like that baby? You like Bakugou eating your pussy out?” His lips trail along the curve of your neck, sucking hot, wet, open mouthed kisses against the tender flesh while he ruts his hips against you. “Don’t go all shy on us now, wanna hear how good we’re making our pretty girl feel.” 

And while his fingers relentlessly pump into your dripping cunt, Bakugou pulls back, lower jaw shining and wet with your juices, and grins, “Course she fuckin’ likes it. Little slut’s practically clamping down on my tongue with how badly she wants to cum.” His smirk deepens, something dark and feral burning in those crimson depths as his tongue darts out to lick at his lips, “But we’re just getting started, aren’t we princess? Gonna fuck you till you’re a drooling fucking mess, begging for your soulmates’ cocks, and you’re gonna love every damned second of it.”

Trapped between the two of them - your soulmates, the two people on earth who’re supposed to love you, protect you - you can only sob.

#yandere bnha #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere kirishima #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima eijiro #yandere bakugou katuski x reader #yandere kirishima eijiro x reader #tw non con #tw death

[ecto-american]

Prom Season

Phic Phight Oneshot for Rikaleeta and ghostgothgeek: As Prom draws nearer, Danny finds that he has competition in asking Sam to prom. Danny/Sam

Read on AO3 and FFN

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"Dude, you're staring again," Tucker nudged him. Danny blinked, snapping out of his daze, and he stood up straight, tapping his fingers anxiously on the counter.

"Sorry, dude, it's just. What the hell would Dale want with Sam?" he scowled.

The jock was standing near Sam, the two chatting idly by Sam's favorite part of the comics store, the vinyl section. Sam was smiling, nodding and agreeing with whatever Dale was talking to her about.

"Dale's been eying Valerie lately, maybe he's asking Sam about her?" Tucker suggested. He smiled politely at a customer who came into his line, promptly beginning to check them out. "Even so, why do you care? Sammy's a big girl."

"Prom season's coming up, somebody might ask her," Danny argued lightly.

"And why's that matter?" Tucker asked. In no time at all, the customer had paid and left, and the two were left standing in the mostly empty comics store.

"Dude, you know guys!" Danny grumbled, throwing his hands up as if it was obvious. "They only want one thing, especially after prom! You should know. Don't you and Star plan on finally doing it after prom?"

"Probably, but mostly because we've already been doing it," Tucker shrugged. Danny choked on nothing.

"Wait, what? How come you didn't tell me!?" Danny asked. Tucker opened his mouth to reply, only to jerk his head to Sam.

Dale had left the store seemingly, and Sam was already at the counter, clutching a new vinyl. Danny chuckled.

"This is why we can't visit Tucker at work, you'll always end up with something," he teased her. She rolled her eyes.

"But Tucker works here now, so he'll be sweet and let me use his employee discount?" she half-asked hopefully, staring at Tucker with a bright smile. He sighed, and he entered his employee discount code as he rang her up. "Thank you!"

"Anytime," he assured her. He handed her her bag. "So did Dale ask you to prom?" Sam snorted in amusement.

"Oh hell no," she replied. "He wanted to know if anybody had asked Valerie, and if I thought his plan to ask her would go over well."

Tucker sent Danny a sideways "I told you so" smirk, and Danny made an annoyed grumble.

"Either way, you ready to drag me to Hot Topic?" Danny asked.

"Only every day," Sam said. She turned to Tucker. "You close tonight, right? Do you want us to swing by and take you home?" Tucker shook his head no.

"Nah, it's okay!" he assured her. "I have my uncle's old car now, remember?" Sam lit up a bit.

"Oh yeah! Well, just drive careful!"

Tucker waved her off with a grin.

"Don't worry about me. You two lovebirds have fun," he teased. "But not too much fun."

Danny could feel his cheeks burn. A glance at Sam, and he could see her own face flushing some. However, she rolled her eyes and jokingly flipped Tucker off, getting one in response as they walked out and into the mall.

"Do you want me to carry your bag?" Danny offered, holding his hand out.

"Sure!" Sam agreed, and she handed it over. "Have you thought about the piercing? I'll buy you one if you're going for it."

"Eh, I'm still trying to figure out how badly my mom would flip if she saw that I got my nose pierced, and if it'd be worth it lecture," Danny shrugged.

"You should totally do it, then deflect it by coming out as Danny Phantom," she joked. Danny snorted. "Come on, we could match!" Sam had gotten her left nostril pierced almost a year ago, currently occupied by a tiny black skull, as well as four total piercings per ear. As expected, her mom nearly lost it over the nose charm. She poked his nose. "You could get a little white ghost charm." He couldn't help but smile.

"Now you're tempting me to risk it," he admitted.

He gestured to the Hot Topic, and Sam went inside first, him right behind her. She went right for the piercings display, looking. After a moment, she tapped on the case, looking over her shoulder for Danny.

"See? Right there, you could get that cute little silver ghost," she told him. Danny peeked over her shoulder. She pointed at another charm, one in the shape of a laptop. "Oh! And Tucker could get that one! We could all kinda match!"

"Pretty sure Tucker's mom would actually kill him if he came home with another piercing," Danny replied. Sam had already convinced Tucker of getting his ears pierced, and his mom was Very Unhappy about it. "Just like my mom would kill me if I came home with a nose piercing."

"You're already half dead though," Sam pointed out. Danny gave a half shrug and smile.

"Got me there. Alright, I'll get it," he said. Sam grinned widely, going to the counter to immediately ask for an employee to retrieve it.

They only browsed a bit more before they finally left. No sooner were they out the door…

"Sam!" a familiar voice called out excitedly. The not-lovebirds glanced over to see Paulina and Elliot coming up to them, Paulina a few steps ahead as she excitedly half-jogged over to Sam. Elliot was carrying two Starbucks cups, taking his time following. Paulina threw her arms around Sam, hugging her tightly, the goth only giving a half smile and lightly patting her back. "If I knew you were coming to the mall, I would have invited you to get your nails done with us! Look, Elliot and I match!"

Paulina pulled away to show off white nails with pink details.

"Oh they look nice!" Sam complimented. "It's okay though. Coming today was kinda a last minute thing." Or rather, they decided to hang out here after catching the Box Ghost, who was making himself home in one of the new stores that hadn't quite opened yet.

"You got me Starbucks?" Danny joked as Elliot finally came close enough to properly hear him. Elliot rolled his eyes. "How sweet."

"If you wanna give me the four dollars it costs, sure," he joked back. He handed Paulina the clear pink drink, and she took a long sip from it. Danny noticed that he did kinda match her, with black nails and matching details, only in a pastel blue.

"What are you guys up to?" Paulina asked. "We were just about to see if Macy's had any cute prom dresses out yet." The mentioning of prom made Danny's stomach feel a bit weirdly queasy.

"We're gonna go get Danny's nose pierced!" Sam replied, pointing to his nose. Danny snapped out of the feeling.

"Wait, what? We're doing that today?" he asked. Sam grinned.

"You're eighteen, they'll let you!" she replied. She reached into the Hot Topic bag to pull out the piercing. "I gotta make you put it on before you change your mind." Oh, a bit too late already.

"Ooh, that's a lot more interesting than prom dresses!" Elliot mused. "I can drive us." He put his free hand to his ear. "I've been thinking about getting another piercing anyway." Paulina hummed thoughtfully.

"Spike should be working today, so I might see if he has my new tattoo design ready," Sam mused.

Another thing that her mom, if she were to ever find out, would flip out over. Sam already had two that her family were oblivious to. Danny knew that she had a spider on a web on her ribcage; he had held her hand while she got that one done (and nearly ended up with a broken hand). The other was a black and deep purple rose and vine on her thigh, which he had only seen right after she had gotten it. Jazz, out of everybody, had gone with her to get it, and even came back with a tattoo herself. Though Jazz, like a nerd, had opted for a book tattoo. Danny had never seen it before outside of the photo Jazz took of it, but knew that it was on her ribcage and something Spike gave her as an anniversary present.

"I guess that settles it!" Elliot grinned. "Let's go to the tattoo and piercing shop!"

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After somehow surviving Elliot's crappy little car, only somewhat affectionately called "the shitbox", they were huddled in the waiting room area of the shop. Paulina, already filling out the usual safety and health and consent forms, was standing and staring at the wall of previous art done.

"You gonna get a tattoo instead?" Elliot teased her as he handed the receptionist his own filled paperwork. Paulina shot him a smile, but still slapped his shoulder.

"Papa would kill me," she insisted.

"So? Get it where nobody will see," Elliot replied. Paulina playfully slapped him again.

Danny rolled his eyes, continuing to fill out his form as he drafted all the excuses he'd have to give his mom when she inevitably chewed his ass out when he got home. Whelp, he was already bound to be grounded sooner or later cause of the ghosts. Might as well spice up the grounding reasoning once in a while.

Sam appeared from the back, clutching a piece of paper up. Spike was behind her. Sam made a beeline for Danny.

"Dude, look at how nice it is!" she told him, holding it out for him to see. Danny glanced up. It was a skull with flowers growing out of it.

"Oh, that's sick," he commented.

"I know, right?" Sam grinned. Danny smiled, returning his attention to the paperwork.

"So you wanna get that this Saturday?" Spike spoke up.

"Uh, Danny are you free Saturday?" Sam asked. Danny glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow.

"After today I'll probably be grounded," he joked, signing his name for the last time on the forms. Sam chuckled.

"True," she replied. "Hmm, ah whatever. I can tough it out." Danny quickly looked up again as it suddenly hit him why he needed to be free. Sam had already turned to Spike. "Yeah, let's go for Saturday."

"Oh, if you want somebody around, I can come," Elliot popped up.

"That'd be awesome!" Sam grinned. "This one's going on my back, so it's supposed to hurt."

"Well, you can break my hand, I don't care," Elliot assured her. Danny's chest squeezed a bit as he felt a hot flash hit him.

"No it's okay, I can just sneak out!" he said immediately. Sam glanced at him.

"Nah, it's okay. I don't wanna get you into anymore trouble," she assured him.

"I don't care," Danny quickly blurted out. Spike chuckled.

"Man, Mrs. Fenton's scary when she's pissed, your best bet is to just obey her," Spike told him. He nodded at Danny. "Did Jazz tell you about how she nearly got into a fistfight at the bridal shop a few days ago?"

"No?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Basically when Jazz went in for her dress fitting, she had apparently gained a little bit of stress weight since the last fitting, cause she's been driving herself insane over grad school applications," Spike explained. Danny nodded understandingly. "and the lady fitting her dress kind of gushed over it cause she thought Jazz got pregnant. It made her cry, and man. Mrs. Fenton went off on her, and apparently nearly began throwing hands with the manager."

"Oh man, poor Jazz," Sam said somberly. Danny couldn't agree more as he gave a low short whistle at the audacity. Between graduating early, grad school applications, and getting married, he had never seen Jazz look so stressed out. "Why don't you guys push the wedding back a bit?"

"She'll get more money from FASFA and scholarships, plus better housing, if we get married sooner, and she doesn't wanna just elope and have a party later," Spike shook his head a bit. "But uh, either way though, I got some numbing cream for ya Sam if you're worried about pain." Spike shot Danny a reassuring smile and a wink. He felt a little better. Sam sighed with relief.

"Please," she confessed. "It's not too bad when Danny's here, but if I'm alone I know I'm going to get a little anxious."

"Aw come on, I'm not reassuring?" Elliot teased. To Danny's relief, Sam also playfully slapped Elliot on his shoulder.

"Are you kidding me? You'd probably actually ruin my tattoo by making me laugh the entire time," she told him. Danny's heart squeezed again, and he got up to silently hand the receptionist the forms.

"I think I might get a tattoo," Paulina finally spoke up. Elliot's interest was immediately piqued.

"Oh?" he asked. Paulina nodded, pointing to a tattoo on the wall, a pretty collection of flowers.

"This is sooo pretty, I think I'd get something like this," she said. Sam glanced at it.

"That'd be like, what? Four hundred-ish dollars, Spike?" she guessed. Spike glanced at the reference photo and nodded.

"Yeah, give or take," he replied. Paulina made a face.

"Maybe one day in the future," she decided. "I need money for a prom dress." Sam waved a hand.

"Prom dresses are temporary, tattoos are forever!" she told her. Paulina made a noise of disinterest, and Sam shrugged.

"Danny, did you wanna go first?" the receptionist asked as she glanced at the three stacks of piercing requests.

Danny coughed a bit nervously. He glanced at Sam, and he nodded.

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"Thanks again, Spike!" Sam beamed. Spike smiled fondly at her, offering her a hug. She gladly accepted it.

"Anything for my favorite future sister-in-law," he teased. Sam's face instantly burned. Danny scoffed as he lightly touched his new piercing anxiously.

"Sam isn't related to us, dude," he told Spike. Spike gave him a weird look, then shook his head.

"You're lucky you know how to do math, man," he told him. "Also let me know if Mrs. Fenton kills you." Danny gave a nod.

"Don't worry, you'd be invited to the funeral," he joked. Spike chuckled. "Also I give you permission to tattoo my corpse before they put me down."

"Sick," Spike grinned. "I'll give you some of those lil blob ghosts the float around."

Elliot and Paulina were chatting a mile a minute outside the shop. When the not-lovebirds came out, Paulina immediately pushed her hair behind her ear to show off her new helix piercings. Danny could already see Elliot's singular orbital piercing.

"Look! I feel so punk!" Paulina gushed. Sam snorted in amusement.

"Girl, I'm gonna have to get you into a lot more black and leather before you're anywhere near punk," she teased. Paulina giggled.

"Maybe some leather pants," she mused. She shrugged. "Anywho! Elliot and I were gonna go look at the prom dresses! Wanna tag along?"

"Yeah, sounds fun!" Danny agreed.

"Yeah! I still need to get mine," Sam agreed. "I really want your opinion on a dress anyway," she said to Paulina. "Cause you know I'm going to customize mine no matter what I get."

"Yeah, I might ask you to do the same to mine, like help me tailor something if needed," Paulina mused. "I need my dress to be absolutely perfect. But we need to make another Starbucks run."

"Really?" Elliot raised an eyebrow at her. "Boo, this is your third trip today." Paulina pouted cutely at him. He playfully chuckled. "Alright, alright. I kinda want another iced coffee anyway."

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"So, has Elliot talked to you about it yet?" Paulina asked, taking a long sip of her drink as they waited near the door to the popular coffee chain. Danny made a confused "hm?" noise as he took a sip of his own. "That he wanted to ask Sam to prom?"

Danny's heart stopped, and he instantly returned his attention back to the pair of goths. They were customizing their Starbucks drink at the counter, smiling happily and chatting casually about something he couldn't heart.

God, of course! Fuck, he was so focused on every other dude that he forgot that Elliot wasn't gay. God damn it, and Sam would potentially actually say yes to him too.

"Uh. Um. I-uh." Danny coughed into his elbow as he tried to think of some way to respond that sounded normal. "No, he, um. Hasn't said anything to me yet." Nice response, Fenton.

"Oh, well, be prepared I guess," Paulina replied, taking a sip of her fancy-looking pink drink in the clear plastic cup.

Danny took a huge gulp of his coffee as he tried to process it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needed to think of how to reply to Elliot if the guy were to actually confront him or talk to him about it. His gut twisted. How was he supposed to reply? Elliot didn't deserve to go out with his Sam. What the fuck was that moron thinking? They were just friends.

"You guys ready?" Elliot glanced over his shoulder at them.

"Yup!" Paulina chirped. Elliot walked over with them, Sam quickly behind.

"You got your hourly Starbucks?" Elliot teased her.

"Mhm!" she hummed.

"You almost need to start working at Starbucks," Elliot told her.

"But then I'd just spend the whole paycheck on Starbucks," Paulina playfully protested.

"Fair, fair," Elliot hummed.

They exited, and they all piled into Elliot's car. Danny and Sam in the back, Paulina in her normal position in the passenger's seat.

"Do you know what kind of dress you're looking for?" Paulina asked as Elliot pulled out of the parking lot. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, definitely something black or purple," she said. "I'm really into long dresses lately, so probably a long dress, but I dunno! Short dresses are cute too."

"Oh short dresses are sooo in right now," Paulina agreed. "I want a short dress! Definitely pink, I want a really cute pastel pink maybe? But any shade of pink, I think it looks best on me."

"Hmm, yeah but greens look really good on you too," Elliot spoke up. "Like pastel and light greens?"

"They do but it's prom so I really want something pink," Paulina replied.

"Hmm, I think I look good in purple and black," Sam mused. "What do I look good in Danny?"

"Purple, black, red, and green, but like? An ecto green if that makes sense?" Danny said. Sam thought about it.

"Yeah, I really do like ecto green," she agreed. She shot him a sly smile. "Reminds me of Danny Phantom. And well. Ya know. I think he's really cute." Danny flushed, shyly smiling back.

"Ugh he's sooo cute," Paulina gushed. "His eyes are the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen. Elliot, why are your eyes so dark." Elliot chuckled.

"Cause both of my parents have dark green eyes," he replied. Paulina huffed.

"I think that was rude of you. You should have bright green eyes like the ghost boy," she said.

"Yeah, it's pretty rude," Elliot agreed. "I'll fix that tomorrow."

"Do you actually think Danny Phantom's cute?" Danny asked Sam. She smiled, giving a half-shrug.

"Absolutely one of the cutest guys I've ever seen," she confirmed.

Danny took a long drink of his coffee, hoping that chugging some of it would help explain why his cheeks were beginning to burn.

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"Oh, this is sooo your color!"

"Oh my god! I love it! Do they have it in my size?"

"Hmm, um, lemme see...yeah! They do! Here!"

"Ugh I cannot wait to try it on! Oh! Oh look! Look at these sleeves, it's like a princess dress! I'm going to grab one to try it on."

"Ooo, that's going to look so good on you. Hm, I think I might try on that one too, cause it comes in dark purple and those sleeves kinda look witchy...Danny what do you think?"

Danny snapped out of his zoning out to look at Sam. The goth was holding up a short dress with long, flowy sleeves. It was a mid-dark purple and plain, though he had no doubt that Sam would likely customize it to her liking. She did that a lot with clothes.

"Yeah, looks good," he said neutrally.

"Oh, that'll look so good with your bat heels!" Elliot pipped up. Danny nearly forgot that the dude was sitting with him on what was dubbed the boyfriend bench near the dressing rooms. "Especially if you wear a corset over the midsection. Like if you found a purple version of that red one you have, with the black lace over it."

"Oo, that would potentially look so cute," Sam mused. She put the dress over her arm on top of two others. "I'm gonna go try these on."

"Oh, I should too," Paulina mused. Unlike Sam, her arms were overflowing with four, five? Danny counted at least ten different potential dresses if he went by the different looking fabrics alone.

"Yeah, you need to narrow some down," Sam told her.

"They're all just so pretty!" Paulina complained. "I wanna wear them all!"

"Well, let's just eliminate some," she suggested.

The girls went off to the dressing room, and Danny leaned back against the boyfriend bench. He pulled his phone out, and he replied to a message from Tucker and another from his mom. Man, was he not ready to face her later.

"So, Sam huh."

Danny glanced at Elliot.

"Uh, yeah. She's great," Danny replied shortly.

"She is, she is," he agreed with a slight hum. Elliot shifted to rest his elbows on his knees. "Ya know I was thinking about asking her to prom." Danny felt a lump stick in his throat.

"Really?" was all he could think to reply.

"Yeah!" Elliot smiled. "I mean, yeah. I wasn't the best dudes four years ago, but I feel a lot better about myself, ya know? I think I finally know who I am now, and I still really like Sam. She's funny, smart, really pretty. Love hanging out with her. Kinda wondering if she feels the same, and if she'd be down to go with me. What do you think?"

Danny bit his tongue to avoid an unnecessarily harsh reply, but he did get anger. How dare he. After all the lies he told Sam, and the way he lied and manipulated her. Sam deserved better than that.

"I um. I don't think you should go for it," Danny said hesitantly. Elliot raised a curious eyebrow.

"Why, did she tell you something?" he asked. "Or did somebody else ask her?"

"Um. Well, not exactly," he hesitated. Danny bit his lower lip. "I mean, I know she likes you. As a friend!" he quickly added. "But uh, I dunno man. Just don't think it's a good idea."

"What do you mean, is somebody else going to ask her?" Elliot asked.

"Why does it matter?" Danny nearly snapped. "You asked me what I thought, and I said it."

Elliot snickered in amusement, rolling his eyes. It only served to irritate Danny even more. Foreign phony. God, why did they even hang out with Elliot? Paulina and Elliot made sense, cause they were both huge prep kids and did cheerleading and soccer respectively, making them both jocks. But why did he have to hang out with Elliot. Well, because Sam and Paulina were friends now, and that meant that Danny also had to be friends with Paulina's friends. Of fucking course.

"What's so funny?" he demanded to know.

"I think I get why," Elliot smirked.

"What do you mean?" Danny questioned. Elliot just shook his head. Danny opened his mouth to question again.

"Hey! Whatcha think?"

Danny shut his mouth as Paulina bounce out in her first dress option. It was a bright pink dress that came to her knees, the skirt incredibly puffy and reminding Danny of a ballerina tutu, with inch wide straps.

"Oh, it looks so good on you boo," Elliot cooed to her. Paulina beamed, twirreling. "But that may also just be you, you look fabulous in everything." Paulina put her hands over her chest.

"Thank you," she gushed. "Can you take my photo? I wanna compare all the dresses I wear."

"Of course," Elliot agreed, pulling his phone out. He snapped a photo of her.

"Oh Sam!" Paulina squealed.

Danny noticed the goth coming out in a fully black dress that also came only to her knees, with a much slimmer skirt and short sleeves. It looked fairly plain, but man. Sam still made it look great. Danny was glad he was sitting, because he knew he was weak kneed.

Sam was smiling brightly, giving Paulina a light wave.

"I take it you like it?" Sam questioned, doing a quick turn around.

"Girl you always look so good in black," Paulina praised.

"She's sooo right," Elliot agreed. "It just looks so good on you, no matter what. Just." Elliot made a chef kiss motion. Sam flushed a light pink, and Danny glared at him. Dude, shut up. "No wonder you're goth. You were just made for black."

"I dunno, I think you're exaggerating," she replied. Sam glanced down at her outfit. "I mean, it's fairly simple. What do you think, Danny?"

Danny swallowed hard.

"Oh uh, I think it looks great!" he said, smiling brightly. Sam returned it. "I mean like. It's kinda? Plain but I know you'd make it something great. You always do." Sam hummed.

"Mm yeah. It's pretty plain, but I dunno if I wanna put in the amount of work it'd take to make this dress really poppin'," she mused. "I'm gonna go try another one on."

The two girls went back to the dressing room, and Danny could hear their lighthearted conversation. Soon as they turned the corner, he spoke up.

"What do you mean?" Danny demanded to know. Elliot snorted.

"Bro, just admit that you like her, and that you don't want me to take her to prom," he said.

"Where on earth would you get that idea!?" Danny scowled. Elliot rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you've been crazy about her since like, what? Ninth grade at the earliest? Paulina says you two have been making googly eyes at each other since like third grade," he said. Danny felt his cheeks flush. It had not been since the third grade. Had it?

"It's not like that," he insisted. "I just, you know. Really love and worry about her, she's my best friend."

"Best friends don't get worked up like this, this much, over a mutual friend asking them out."

Danny just glared at Elliot before rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. He took a deep breath, exhaling hard.

"How's it look?" Sam's voice asked. Danny glanced up, and his heart just absolutely flipped.

She looked amazing. Beautiful. Stunning. Like a plant goddess, a model, an angel. He felt like there wasn't a flaw to be found, and he had never seen somebody look more enchanting. Her dress made her look even more divine, emphasising and showing off the best parts of her. The purple matching her eyes, the dress fitting her absolutely perfect as it flowed almost to the floor and the strapless feature making her hair flow smoothly over her shoulders. This dress was perfect for her.

But none of those descriptors came out. Instead all he could do is nervously swallow, tongue tied as he felt his cheeks burn up. He struggled to pick just one of those adjectives, and his brain settled for just saying nothing at all and simply staring at her instead.

"Oh, you just look so lovely!" Elliot spoke up. He stood up, going over to walk around her. "It fits you perfect, like it hugs your hips just right and really shows off your-"

"Pretty!" Danny suddenly half-yelled. The group looked at him oddly, and he felt his face flush harder. "It makes you look pretty!"

"Thank you," Sam replied, pausing a bit as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"...Uh, yeah. Um, yes!" Elliot clasped his hands together. "Just stunning. I love this purple on you, it's such a beautiful color. This dress specifically was made for you."

"Dude, chill," Danny grumbled. Sam gave him a Look, and he flinched.

"Danny, can I talk to you for a moment?" Sam asked through gritted teeth.

He had no opportunity to respond, as she grabbed his arm, painfully hard owwie, and began to drag him away, towards another boyfriend bench near a jewelry display counter and out of earshot.

"What's going on?" Sam demanded to know. She finally let go of his arm, and he huffed for a moment. Instead of responding, he put his hands behind his head, pacing back and forth. She quickly grew impatient. "Well? Say something!"

"Elliot wants to ask you to prom!" he blurted out, letting his hands fall. Sam blinked.

"He does?" she asked, sounding clearly surprised and...not angry. Sam smiled a little. "Really?"

"Oh don't tell me you're gonna actually take that foreign phony up on the offer!" Danny snapped. Sam instantly glared at him, crossing her arms.

"Elliot's our friend, dude," Sam reminded him. "Why do you care?"

"B-b-because!" Danny's arms were moving wildly as he talked. "He lied to you for months, and you're just going to ignore all that!"

"That was years ago, and he apologized," she said. "He's more than made up for it. And he's a super sweet guy. I like him."

"You like him!?" Danny nearly shouted. Sam slapped his upper shoulder with the back of her hand.

"Calm down and lower your voice," she told him. "And well, yeah. As a friend. Maybe I kinda like him more than that too."

"What the fuck, Sam!?" Danny, in fact, did not lower his voice. He dry-heaved for a few seconds, briefly making Sam start to watch him worriedly. Finally, he took a deep breath, and he returned to a normal inside voice. "What does he have that I don't?"

She went from worried to a blank stare.

"Apparently liking me enough to say or do something, especially when I've dropped so many hints or made moves myself," she replied. She brushed past him and left, returning to their friends.

Danny found himself taking a seat on the bench as he tried to collect his thoughts and the wide range of emotions that accompanied them. He put his head in his hands, rubbing his face. God he was so fucking stupid.

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"And it's just! Why him! Why Elliot?" Danny continued to vent after spilling the whole story. Jazz gave a small hum of acknowledgement as she finished writing another name out on the envelope. She set it aside for Danny. "I've liked Sam for so long, and I thought she liked me too."

"You're an idiot," Jazz immediately concluded. Danny glared at her as he folded another wedding invite, slipping it into an already addressed envelope before putting the sticker on the back to keep it sealed shut, and a stamp on the other side. Both were sitting on the floor of the apartment she shared with Spike, with each sibling on the opposite side of the coffee table, with Jazz resting her back against the couch and Danny sitting within reaching distance of their TV.

"Hey!" he protested. Jazz gave him a Look, grabbing another envelope.

"I mean it. She does like you, and she has for a while," she told him. She began to write out another address. "You just always never responded. You pushed her off in favor of another girl or because of some weird commitment issue that you seem to have going on. So be honest with me, and yourself. What's the problem?"

Danny silently folded two more invites, repeating the process of putting them in addressed envelopes and putting the sticker and stamp on.

"...I'm scared," he finally admitted.

"What of?" Jazz asked, not looking up from her activity. Danny had to really think. He casually tossed the finished wedding invite into the 'finished' basket.

"I guess just...it not working out. What if it doesn't work out? What if it drives us apart, and we lose each other?"

"You won't know that until you try," Jazz replied.

"She might also reject me, cause of the same mentality. What if she still likes Elliot more, and-"

"Danny," Jazz interrupted. She finally looked up from writing. "You will never know what the future will and won't hold. Just talk to her, and let her be part of the choice rather than blowing it all off due to fear."

He thought about it, and he gave a small sigh.

"Yeah...I think she's kinda pissed that I haven't been letting her be part of the choice anyway," he mused. He glanced at the pile of envelopes next to her. "How many invites do you have left?"

Jazz checked her list.

"Least a hundred more to go," she sighed.

"What the fuck, you have like no friends! Who are these people!?" Danny cried out. Jazz glared at him, reaching behind her to grab a pillow to hit him with.

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Knock knock knock.

Danny floated awkwardly outside of her window. She didn't answer, but he could tell that she was there. Her light was clearly on, and he could hear her music playing.

Knock knock knock.

"Sam?" he called out. "Sam, can we please talk?" He knocked some more.

The longest minute of his life passed before he heard the music turn off. The curtains opened, and Sam was on the other side, staring incredibly annoyed at him. She gestured for him to come inside, and he did. His feet landed on the floor, and she reshut the curtains.

"What do you want?" she snapped. Danny exhaled deeply.

"Sam…" He took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry about how I've been acting. I've just been…"

"Stupid?" she suggested.

"Yeah. But more importantly. I." He paused. "I've been honestly such a huge coward. Still kinda am, actually. Like…" He swallowed nervously, glancing at the ground. "I've been too afraid to bring it up or to really even talk to you about it."

Sam cocked her head to the side. She took a few steps back, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot next to it.

"Talk to me," she encouraged. Danny plopped down next to her, turning human as he did so.

"I want to be with you," he said bluntly. "But just...I get so caught up in all these what-ifs. What if it doesn't work out? What if you get tired of me? What if you eventually realize that it sucks being with somebody who has to cancel dates or who ditches you because I have to stop Skulker or Technus or Ember? What if you get hurt because of me? What if…" he trailed off, not even wanting to get into deeper thoughts.

"I wish you had told me this sooner," Sam spoke softly. "We could have talked about it." Danny sighed.

"I know, I know. I just." He rubbed the palms of his hands up and down his thighs as he tried to provide some kind of a rational answer. "I'm afraid. Even now. I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," Sam reassured him. She put her hand on top of one of his, and he stopped. "You're one of my best friends, and I love you so much."

"...I love you too," he confessed. He turned his wrist, moving to intertwine their fingers together. "I can't imagine a future without you being there in some way. And I just...I guess I've always been worried about you not wanting to be there anymore."

"I'll always want to be there," she smiled. She leaned in, lightly pecking his cheek. He sighed deeply in relief. "Even if we tried, and we found that it didn't work, that doesn't mean we can't still be friends after. But we'll never really know unless...you know. We tried."

"So, I guess that means that um...you'd be interested in maybe going to prom with me?" he asked.

"Of course, ya dingus." She lightly tapped his new nose ring. "So. How much trouble are you in with your mom?" Danny flinched.

"Man, let's just say I'm surprised she didn't fully kill me."

#phic phight 2021 #danny phantom #amethyst ocean #phics #my phics

[imnotusedtobeingloved]

THE COOLER

(PLEASE DON’T REPOST/REBLOG)

Warnings: heartbreak, betrayal.

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Characters: Zuko, Sokka, Suki, Hakoda, Chit Sang.

Requested: I guess?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the gif. Credit to the owners.

Summary: Part eight of “destiny is a funny thing”.

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A/N: Hey guys! It’s part eight already! Please tell me your opinion in the comments.

“I need backup over here!” The voices were muffled by the thick metal door of your cell. The walls were covered in ice, as was the floor and the ceiling. You had no idea how much time exactly passed, since you’d been thrown in here. A day? Maybe two? No idea. The only apparent thing was that it seemed to get colder by the second. The temperature was picking and biting at your skin, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. Protected by your inner fire and a mere pair of linen clothes, there wasn’t much you could do to escape. Only hope was left, praying that either Zuko or Sokka would find you.

“No firebending! Into the cooler!” You heard from the halls. The guards had managed it once again. Riling an inmate up to the point where they were forced to use fire, only for the pleasure to stuff them into a cooler seconds later. It was sick. “But... but there are no free coolers left!” You breathed deeply, rearranging your naked feet on the hard ice. “Just stick them together in a cell!” The man from outside barked, before the door of your cooler was opened and a familiar figure was thrown in, before it got closed again.

“Zu... Zuko?” You stuttered, worn out from hours of fighting the cold. His eyes widened as he took you in, limbs barely held warm by your inner flame. “Y/N...,” He grabbed your arm. “There you are. You’re getting cold,” You gave him a short nod, almost whining as he took his warm hand away. “I tried to keep warm as long as possible, but I’m so exhausted,” You rambled, until he softly shushed you. “Come here,” He moved to put an arm around you, but you pushed back slightly. “What are you doing?”

“Warming you up. What’s it look like?” You were still reluctant to let him close, but to be honest, you’d been shivering for forever and it was better to take a little warmth than to freeze. So the next time he tried to draw you in, you didn’t resist. Your body burned where it touched his, as if Zuko’s hands left hot fingerprints on your skin.

“Sokka has a plan to get us out of here,” By now you were halfway on his lap, not willing to let go of the newfound source of heat. It was strange to be so close to him again. But the good kind of strange. “What did he come up with?” Your body relaxed in his grasp, while he explained the plan the group had agreed on, as well as who would be taking part. You were glad to hear that Suki had showed up, knowing how much Sokka had missed her. He’d told you about her countless times. Once you were warmed up enough to move your limbs again, the both of you worked together to loosen the cooler from it’s frame, getting back into sitting position once you’d removed all bolts and screws.

Silence followed the quest, but to your surprise, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. “How did you even end up in here?” Your skin tingled where your arms and tighs touched as you sat next to each other. “That’s a long story,” You answered, as you leaned your head against his shoulder. Your mind was running with different thoughts, fighting a battle on it’s own and contemplating if what you were doing right now really was a good idea.

But Zuko put his arm around you once more. Lost in your own head before, you hadn’t even realized how close you were. “Y/N?” You hummed, nose almost touching his as you stared into his amber eyes. “You know that i love you, right?” His voice had dropped to a soft murmur, almost sounding hoarse. Your breath got caught in your throat, as you could see your own reflection in his orbs. They were burning into your own, hot with affection and full of emotions. There was no denying that Zuko had a raw, natural beauty to him, that could not be undone. Not even by the scar, framing his eye. “I know...” You whispered, sight briefly dropping to his lips, mere inches from your own, before shooting up again. His mouth parted slightly, as he leaned closer. So close that you could already feel his hot breath on your own, eager to taste his lips on yours again.

And then the door of the cooler opened, leading the two of you to drift apart in a flash. Tough Sokka didn’t seem to sense the tension in the atmosphere when he stepped in. “I can take the two of you back to your cell if you’ve learned your lesson,” He said, winking at you, relieved that Zuko and you had landed in the same cell. Zuko shot you a look that you avoided with ease, before he caught himself, releasing a firey breath and revealing all the bolts and screws. “Yes, I have ... completely.” He answered with a smirk. The prince came off completely unbothered by what had almost happened just seconds before. Unlike you. But luckily the non-bender was far too occupied by the escape plan to notice. He lifted his visor, whispering quitely. “I got Suki and Chit Sang out of their cells a few minutes ago. They’ll be waiting for us at the shore,”

Suddenly you sensed a sound from the hall, reacting quickly and pulling Sokka inside. “Someone’s coming!” You explained, closing the door behind him. The voices remained a mumble, until they turned into your passage. “Yeah, new arrivals coming in at dawn,” A male tone reached your ears first, before a female one followed. “Anybody interesting?” She asked. “Nah, just the usual. Some robbers, a couple traitors, some war prisoners, though I did hear there might be a pirate,” You could see Sokka’s worried glance out of the corner of your eye, as you conrinued to listen in on the conversation. “No fooling!” The female guard exclaimed, before their voices faded into nothing once more. “War prisoners. It could be your father,”

“I know,” Sokka said, trailing off. “Well, what should we do? Are we going ahead with the plan or are we waiting another night?” The prince asked the right question, but the Water Tribe boy was clearly in over his head at this point. “I don’t know! Is it right for me to risk Suki’s freedom, all of our freedom on the slim chance that my dad is gonna show up?” You and Zuko shared a brief look. “It’s your call, Sokka,” You inclined softly.

And by night the descision was made. Suki and Chit Sang were already waiting outside the prison, as you, Zuko and Sokka rolled the detached cooler down the hill. The both of them moved to help, before the man spoke up. “Took you guys long enough. This here’s my girl and my best buddy, they’re coming too,” You sighed as he pointed to a male sitting on a rock, as well as a waving woman. Now there were even more people you had to transport, which meant there was an even higher risk to get caught. “Fine. Everybody in the cooler. Let’s go,” Sokka decided. The group proceeded to move the cooler into the water, as he lifted a rock to hide his Water Tribe outfit.

“Are you sure you wanna go? You’re the one who said you wanted to redeem yourself. Redeem your honor. Rescuing your dad is your chance,” Zuko questioned, leaving the boy a last chance to go back. “Your dad” Suki asked, approaching the three of you. You tried to explain the situation to her, while Sokka and Zuko had another discussion about the possibility of his father coming in. “Hey, if you four are done cuddling, can we get a move on” Chit Sang eventually interrupted, earning a glare from you. You could understand how difficult this descision was for your friend. His failure layed heavy on his shoulders, and it was something that had come up multiple times. You remembered all the quiet moments at night when he couldn’t sleep, needing to be reassured again and again.

“No. I’m staying. You guys go,” His gaze wandered to Suki. “You’ve been here long enough,” But the girl shook her head. “I’m not leaving without you, Sokka,” Zuko agreed. “I’m staying, too,” And so did you. “So am i,”

“Not me, I’m out. Let’s roll, baby,” Chit Sang exclaimed, pushing the cooler into the lake and jumping in. You could see Sokka’s hope weavering as he watched them leave. “We gave up our only chance of escaping. I hope we haven’t just made a huge mistake,” You put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly. “Come on, Sokka. Let’s go back,” Morning was arriving by now and the four of you begann climbing back up at the outside of the prison wall as the screams of the guards alerted everyone.

“The plan failed! They’re caught!” Sokka said, eyes widening. “This is a lockdown! We have new prisoners arriving! Everything must be completely secure!” You heard from above, watching the disaster unfold. A male guard fired a large ballista bolt, catching hold of the cooler and dragging it back towardsthe shore. “The gondola’s moving,” Sokka pointed towards the approaching gondola. “This is it. If my dad’s not there, we’ve risked everything for nothing,” You’d made it to the yard when it arrived, staring for it’s door to open. “We had to,” Suki assured him, holding his hand. “Come on, come on ...,” You could feel Zuko moving closer to you, as he watched the people coming out. “Is that him?” He asked, as a large man with a tattoo and a nose ring stepped forward. “My dad doesn’t have a nose ring. Where is he?” A ton of men left the gondola, but the right one didn’t seem to be there. “That’s it? That can’t be it,”

“I’m sorry, Sokka,” Suki spoke softly, trying to give him some comfort. “Oh, no,” Sokka mumbled, afraid he’d made the wrong choice once more. “Hey, you! Get off the gondola!” But then, Hakoda stepped out. “Dad...,” You heard Sokka whisper in front of you and a smile spread out on your face. He’d made the right call after all.

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#avatar imagine #zuko x reader #zuko imagine #zuko fanfic #avatar the last airbender

[adore-holland]

Under Renovation |T.H.| - Chapter 4

Pairing: Tom Holland x Celeb!Reader

Warning: A whole bucket of angst in this one.. But is that really surprising at this point?

Word Count: 2727

A/N: Hi again! So, this chapter is kind of just the catalyst to what’s up next. Now, I need to know something! I know this is a Tom fic, but I need to know if you would be okay with not having him in a couple chapters. It will all make sense later in the series! I just need to know what you guys think. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, and if you wanna be added to the taglist, just shoot me a message. Enjoy! <3

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Chapter 4:

In all honesty, Mena isn’t exactly what you had expected. He is the exact same height as Tom, and his black curls are styled neatly, not a single piece falling into his dark brown eyes. His smile is almost blinding and there’s this weird energetic calm surrounding him. He reminds you a little of watching fireworks as a kid with ear plugs in; all the beauty and excitement but also all the safety and comfort. To say the least, your chemistry test goes amazingly well, and within minutes you’re sure the two of you will make great friends. 

“Here you go,” Mena hands you the cocktail you ordered, quickly sliding into the VIP booth. The round table is surrounded by your castmates. Ashley, who plays your best friend, Marcus who plays your fiance and Chrissy who plays your dancing competition along with some others. The moment you met them all you all just kinda clicked into a strangely familiar friendship. You’re sitting with Ashley on your right and Mena now on your left. 

The sound of some remix is buzzing loudly all throughout the exclusive club they all dragged you to, and you are buzzing from the drinks you’ve already had. 

“Uh! That blonde guy over there is totally checking you out! And he’s kind of cute!” Ashley yells beside you so she’s barely audible over the loud bass. You turn to look in the direction she’s pointing in, noticing a very handsome stranger standing at a table eyeing you while talking to his friends. 

“I’m not here to hook up with anyone,” you laugh bumping your shoulder into Ashley’s before taking a big sip of your way too strong cocktail.

“Mm, I’m not saying you should hook up with him. Just you know.. a little making out never hurt anybody.” She says and you can’t help but smile as she winks at a random guy on the dance floor. 

“If you’re not gonna go grind on some stranger, you can come dance with me!” Mena grabs your hand and drags you out of the booth, giving you only enough time to hand your clutch to Ashley before you’re swept away.

Before long you’re in the middle of the dancefloor, arms around Mena’s neck as you move your hips side to side.

“If were going to be dancing partners in this movie, you’re gonna have to bring some better moves than those.” He laughs and gently places his hands on your hips to guide you. You resist the urge to push his hands away, and instead embrace his touch, zoning back into your good old days of dancing.

“Ah, so you can dance,” he smirks at you and you can hear Ashley and Chrissy cheering you on from the booth behind you. This is all so familiar to you, dancing in a crowded club, a handsome brown-haired, brown-eyed guy right in front of you. The last time you were dancing like this with someone it had ended very differently from how tonight was going to end. 

You let the music swallow you, letting your instincts take over for your mind, and just enjoying the way the music flows through you. It all feels so incredibly natural, like this is exactly what you were born to do. You started closing yourself off from this when you got too busy with work and Tom and everything else. 

Tom.

Looking up at Mena, you see Tom instead. Honey-brown eyes looking at you with love enough to fill this whole room. His eyes capture yours and you feel your heart shatter, the buzzing in your head gets louder, the colorful strobe lights becomes too much and the whole world starts spinning. 

With a sudden urgency your tear your eyes away to look down at the ground, and when you look back up again, Mena is looking at you with a concern evident in his eyes. He furrows his brows as he asks you something, but you can’t hear what he’s saying. 

You don’t move, you just stand there in the middle of the dance floor, completely still, hoping that everything is just going to stop and make sense again. Nothing happens, the strobe lights are still going crazy, another weird remix you have never heard before starts playing, the whole world is spinning, and you just stand there, looking at Mena like some helpless kid.

“Hey! Do you need to go outside?” He’s hugging you now, mouth right next your ear and you just nod into his shoulder, not really knowing what words are at the moment. “Alright, let’s get your bag first.”

He takes your hand with his and you focus on your feet as he quickly maneuvers you out of the club, holding your clutch tight in his other hand. Since it isn’t a high-end, celeb-typical club he doesn’t look around before the two of you sit down on a bench on the other side of the street to the club. 

For awhile you just sit there, playing with the hem on your dress that feels too short all of a sudden. The sound of the late night traffic distracts you from all the thoughts that feels like are banging into your skull and your eyes dull over with silent tears as you look up at the night sky. You can’t see the stars, all the light from the city obscuring it, but there’s a familiar comfort in the dark night sky.

“I know we only met yesterday, but if there’s something you wanna talk about, you can trust me.” Mena bumps his shoulder into yours, and the thought that you can’t even start a new life without Tom haunting you almost makes you wanna laugh. Or maybe cry, it’s hard to tell at this point. 

“I ehm.. I have this ex that I just got reminded of, and I’m very clearly not over him,” you sigh, turning to look at Mena with a pretty pathetic smile. “I don’t wanna ruin your night, you can go back in if you want to. I’ll be fine.”

“Nah, I’m gonna stay right here and make sure my on-screen love is okay.” He places his arm around you and draws you in so you can lay your head on his shoulder. “Do you wanna talk about him?”

“I don’t know actually. My best friend, Dan, hasn’t really allowed me to since the breakup.” 

“You should. Talk about him, I mean. It doesn’t have to be with me, but all those pent up feelings that keep bubbling to the surface? That’s you missing him, and if you don’t let them out, you’re never going to get over him.” Mena’s voice is so calm and the warm california air feels like a warm hug surrounding all of you. 

“My brother’s a psychologist and he told me something a couple weeks ago that I think you need to hear. When we cry, it’s not because we’re sad or it’s built into our brain that we need to show others that we’re sad. It’s because every single emotion we ever feel is made up of these small hormones inside us, and if we have too many of them at once, like when we’re  really frustrated or happy or sad, we cry because the tears transport some of those hormones out to stabilize us again. Personally, I think that applies to words too, if you have too many thoughts pent up inside, you won’t have space for new, fresh thoughts. So let some of them out. Even if your friend Dan won’t allow you.” He removes his hand from around you and instead grabs your hands in his.

“So come on, tell me about this guy.”

“It’s just, I thought I was going to marry him, you know?” You glance up at Mena, seeing his supportive smile and attentive eyes. “We met at an event four years ago, and something just felt so right, it was like every bad choice I had ever made and every failure finally made sense. If I hadn’t failed I wouldn't have met him, and he made me happier than I ever imagined being, and now he’s just gone.”

“Did you ever get to say goodbye to him?” Mena rubs his thumb across your knuckles before he moves to sit on one knee in front of you. If a stranger walked by they would think this was a very strange proposal. 

“What do you mean?” You sigh, reaching one hand up to dry away the tears on your cheeks.

“I mean, did you really say goodbye? Tell him that you love him but that you have to move on? Tell him how much he meant to you but that you can’t keep being in love with him? Did you get closure, or was it just a messy breakup.” 

Your mother had always talked about how some moments in your life would be bigger than you had ever imagined. How even the smallest conversation could change your entire outlook on life and how even the smallest hardships could turn out to have the biggest lessons right on the other side of them. As Mena is sitting there, on the tiled ground in front of you, looking at you, not with pity but support, you know this is one of those moments. You didn’t have closure. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind when he came to see you.

Mena nods in response to your silence and hands you your clutch. He sits back down on the bench beside you, still holding one of your hands. 

“Call him. Say goodbye. I’ll be right here.” He squeezes your hand as you use the other to grab your phone. It’s almost 2 am here, which means it’s 10 am back home in London, which is a weird thing to think about right as you press the button to dial your ex.

One ring; one breath and a sob that makes Mena squeeze your hand again.

Two rings; another deep breath and a thumping heart.

Three rings; You can’t do this, this is stupid, you should just hang u… He picks up.

“Y/n?” He’s right there, on the other end of the line, and all of a sudden the words are stuck in your throat. “Hello?”

“Hi,” Your voice sounds weak, and you bite down, hard, on your lip to force away that feeling.

“I.. I thought you were done with me, why are you calling me?” His voice calms you immediately. It’s groggy, his morning voice, and behind your closed eyelids you can see him lying under his pure white duvet with the sun from the window hitting his face so his jawline stands out even more. His curly hair is probably messy from his habitual restlessness. He always told you that you were the only thing to keep him from tossing and turning all night.

“I just needed to talk to you, I guess.” You don’t sound as weak, but even then you bite down a little harder on your bottom lip.

“Listen, y/n, I fucked up. I know that, and if you’ll just give me the chan-”

“Stop!” He stops. Something in the pit of your stomach is annoyed that he doesn’t fight to say what he wants, another is grateful that you don’t have to hear it, because that would make saying goodbye so much harder. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, and once again you can see him, one hand holding his phone up to his ear and the other covering his eyes. You can see it, because that’s exactly what he does whenever he’s had to take an awkward phone call. If you had been there when he had to take one of those in bed, you would have kissed his chest, neck and jaw to distract him. The risk was exciting too, but you always told him it was to distract him.

“I need to say goodbye, Tom. These past years have been amazing, and I can’t thank you enough for all that you have taught me. Really, you mean the world to me.” You glance sideways at Mena who nods, encouraging you to go on. “But you can’t mean the world to me anymore. You decided that we just weren’t right for eachother and maybe you saw something I just couldn’t. So I’m gonna take some time to just, figure out what you saw, and learn to love my life without you in it. Goodbye Tom, at least until I’m completely over you.” You barely get the last part out, your lips trembling and your eyes stinging with tears.

“Wait, y/n!” You hang up on him. With the phone still clenched so tight in your hand that your knuckles are turning white, you turn to look at Mena, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. He stands up, dragging you with him before he pulls you into a hug, not minding that your smeared makeup is very obviously going to stain his crisp white shirt. 

“How did you know I needed to do that?” You ask, keeping your eyes on the club entrance and your ear against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. 

“I needed the exact same thing a couple of weeks ago.” You can hear the slight smile in his voice, and you feel amazed at how kind this guy is. You haven’t even known him for 12 hours, and yet he gets you in a way Dan just doesn’t. “And I get what overprotective friends can do. Saying that missing someone is okay, isn’t the same as actually allowing someone to miss their ex.”

The two of you both let out a tearful chuckle, and you draw back from him, keeping your hands in his.

“Maybe the two of us just need a little romance again.” You laugh, another tear slowly making its way down to your jaw. “Come on, let's go back inside, they must be wondering where we are by now.” 

Grabbing your clutch from its place on the bench you start making your way across the street to the club again, when you notice Mena isn’t following you.

“What’s up?” You take a few steps back so you’re standing with him again. 

“I just had a really weird idea, but it might actually work.” He turns to look at you, a very mischievous glint in his eye, and for some reason you feel bubbling excitement in your chest.

“Go on,” The relief of telling Tom goodbye has you feeling quite adventurous and spontaneous.

“You and I both need to get over someone, right? Normal people would get a rebound, but we would probably both feel to bad for that person to ever actually get that rebound. So how about we’re each other's rebound? One date, one night. We get the romance and the excitement of a date with no expectations.” His smile widens as he talks and you feel yourself nodding along. You haven’t really felt worthy of romance since the last time Tom bought you flowers, and you could really use an evening where you just forget everything.

“So what do you say? For one night, I’m not Mena Massoud, I’m just Mena and you’re just y/n. Just a regular boy and a regular girl who find eachother attractive, going on a date, but the both of us will wake up in the morning knowing that we are just friends, and hopefully, we’ll then be ready to go on with our lives?” 

Right there, under the California night sky, in front of a buzzing night club, standing beside your dancing partner for the next few months, you find yourself in a position to choose between the safe route to getting over Tom, where you take your time getting over him, eating a ton of ice cream and watching way too many rom-coms. Or you can choose the untraditional route, a weird version of friends with benefits for a night, with an attractive guy. That would definitely make Tom jealous, and to be honest, the thought of hurting Tom even just a little, has you weirdly excited. If anyone ever asked, you would never admit that though.

“Let’s do it,” you grin up at Mena as you shake on it.

Well, this is gonna be strange. 

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[captainkippen]

RECKLESS • A PUNK! TYRUS AU

Summary: 

RATED TEEN for smoking and swearing. 

TJ never expected to fall in love with a guy who hung out in the library for fun. Cyrus never expected to kiss a guy in the middle of a mosh pit. Once in a while, life surprises everybody. 

Chapter One: Respect The Tub

"Shut up. I'm having a mid-life crisis."

"You're twenty-one."

"Fine, an almost-quarter-life crisis or something, whatever."

"You know, I've seen you overreact before, but this time really takes the cake. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Pfft. It's a great idea. The best idea I've ever had."

"You literally just said yourself that you're having a crisis."

TJ let out a long suffering sigh and glared at Marty. Andi snickered from where she was perched on the edge of the tub behind him. She had two gloved hands covered in bright red sludge buried deep in TJ's hair.

"Don't worry, Marts," she said. "I used to help Bex do her hair all the time when she got bored. Well… one time. If it goes wrong, we can just cut it off. Hair grows back usually."

"Usually?!" TJ spluttered, attempting to turn and face her only to be held in place by her firm grip.

Marty snorted. "Still sure about this?"

"Shut up, Marty. Jeez. You're worse than my mom."

"Hey, your shut your mouth about your mom. That woman is a saint. How she put up with your annoying all these years without committing murder, I’ll never know."

That earned him the bird and he snorted again, blowing smoke into T.J's face. The bathroom of their crappy apartment didn't have a smoke detector, which was probably the only reason Marty was even sat in the room with them. 

"Gross," Andi said with an appreciative smile. She might have stolen the cigarette for herself had her hands not been busy. TJ wrinkled his nose at the two of them. He wouldn't say anything, it hadn't worked the first thousand times and it wouldn't work now, but he had learned that if he made enough disgusted faces Marty would eventually put the cigarettes away.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes at TJ's face and stubbed it out in the sink. "I'm meant to be quitting anyway. I promised Buffy."

"You made that promise like three months ago."

"Well I gotta have at least one flaw, otherwise it wouldn't be fair to you mere mortals, would it now?" Marty grinned and stood up, stretching his arms up until his back gave a satisfying click. 

"Careful bro," TJ said. "If your head gets any bigger you won't be able to get out of the door."

It was Marty's turn to cheerfully flip him off. As he wandered out of the bathroom he called over his shoulder asking if they wanted any snacks, even though TJ was pretty sure he knew they only had ketchup and coffee left in the kitchen.

"So, this mid-life crisis of yours," Andi said, slipping some more dye on to TJ's head. It slid against his scalp cold and unpleasant, dripping down his neck in a wet mess. "You think Epic Death Red is gonna fix it?"

He considered this for a moment. The brand name was splashed bright and obvious on the bottle, and it glared at him from the sink. It had made them laugh at the time, but now it was in his hair it felt a little daunting. "Nah, probably not. But it'll make me feel better about it, feels productive."

"Turning in your assignments would probably feel more productive."

"Hey, I thought we banned school talk from the tub. The tub rules are sacred. Respect the tub."

"I'm just saying-"

"Did you finish your figure drawing assignment yet?"

"...touché."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. After a few minutes, Marty loped back in holding a paper plate with an unwrapped Twinkie carefully cut into three pieces on it. Andi let him shove a piece unceremoniously into her mouth without a word.

It had become a sort of tradition. Well... not a tradition. TJ didn't know what you would call it. A habit maybe? Anyways, it had become usual for the three of them to hang out in the bathroom. Sometimes they'd be joined by friends and roommates. Two or three of them cramped in the tub, maybe splitting a bottle of cheap wine between them all, with someone else balanced on the toilet seat and another sprawled across the floor. But today, everyone else was out at work or class or living their life in some tub-free environment.

It was only TJ and Marty that lived in the apartment of the three of them. They had two other roommates, Walker and Jonah, who were pretty decent guys. Walker was an art major like Andi and Jonah had awesome taste in music. Sometimes he and TJ would walk to campus together, they were both based in the music department, but other than that and a shared interest in sports and skateboards they didn't really have anything in common. Buffy, Marty's girlfriend and (by apparent coincidence) Andi's childhood best friend with whom she was now reconnecting, would sometimes swing by to join them too. However, her disgust at  just how useless four boys could be at keeping their apartment in order mostly kept her at bay. Old take-out containers were not part of her ‘aesthetic’ or whatever. TJ was never sure if he was glad about that or not, the two of them spent most of the time squabbling, but she did make Marty happy and it was hard not to be cheerful when Marty was.

"So I had this dream right," TJ said. 

"Oh God."

"No, it's good right. Because it made me, like, realise I should be doing something."

Andi and Marty exchanged amused looks. They were used to it, TJ's various whims and impulses and Important Decisions About The Future That Usually Turned Out To Be Not So Important. They found it funny. TJ might be offended if it weren't for the fact he had listened to them spout of conspiracy theories more times than he could count.

"Go on," Andi prompted. 

"Okay, so like... I'm standing on this cliff, right? Like on the very very edge of it. And I'm staring out to sea all dramatic and shit, and then suddenly it gives way underneath me, right? And I'm falling and falling, and I look down and there's just like... nothing there."

Another pause. "...and that's it?"

"That's it. That's the dream."

"Okay, lay it out for me. How did you go from falling off a cliff to dyeing your hair red? Give me the logic. I wanna follow your train of thought here."

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake away the lightheadedness the mingling scents of cigarettes and ammonia is bringing on, then twists around to face her.

"When you're falling to your death you're supposed to reminisce about, like, all the good shit you did in your life before you fall to your death right? And for me it was a total blank. Like nothing. Like I haven't lived."

Marty groaned. "Not this again."

"What?"

"You have this same crisis like every other month. Last time you wanted to 'live your life' we got arrested for trespassing on private property."

"Well, if you had run faster-"

"Fuck you! I run faster than you, asshole. It's not my fault there were literal guard dogs-"

"Guys!" Andi interrupted before they could really get going. They both muttered half hearted apologies with a huff. Marty sighed and leaned back, stretching his legs up to rest on the edge of the bath.

"The point is," TJ resumed, knocking Marty’s foot away from his face. "The point is that I've done, like, zero important things in my life. And we're adults now, y'know? I can't just bum around doing nothing forever. I wanna do something that matters."

Andi rolled her eyes. "'Adult' is a strong word for a guy who just this week learned what fabric softener is."

"I never claimed to be Martha Stewart."

Marty laughed. "You're criminal enough to be."

"Okay but," Andi said, before another bickering match could spark up. "The real point is... we're only in our twenties. Pretty sure we're not meant to have everything figured out yet, right? I mean, we haven't even graduated yet."

TJ and Marty both hissed.

"The G word is also banned, remember?"

Andi made a face, but didn't press the point. She hated thinking about the future just as much as the guys did. None of them knew what they wanted to do. They spent all their time in sleazy bars moshing to terrible local bands, getting drunk in a moulding tub and watching Andi paint in the student studios. TJ couldn't imagine any of them with nine-to-five jobs, commuting or working for some big evil corporation. He said as much.

"It's two thousand and five," Marty complained in response. "We should totally have robots to do all the boring jobs by now."

TJ agreed. How could humanity not yet be at the point where they had hover boards and flying cars? They had the internet for crying out loud. The possibilities were endless.

"So what're you gonna do?" Andi asked. “How are you, TJ Kippen, going to change the world?

TJ pondered this for a moment. 

"I'm gonna start a band."

*

Sometimes Cyrus seriously hated his friends.

Not in an actual 'I wish I didn't know you' way but in an 'oh man, you suck so hard right now' kind of way. Tonight was one of those times. He would never say that to them, of course, he had no desire to hurt anybody’s feelings, but a little mental cursing never hurt anyone.

He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. Rain smattered down on the concrete around him. Water seeped through the canvas of his sneakers, soaking his socks and mood both at once. He was cold, wet and fed up. Buffy had asked him to meet her here, outside some dingy rock club filled with scary kids wearing studs and too much makeup, but she was nowhere to be found. She had answered her phone when he called, but the line mostly crackled and all he got was a muffled "-inside" from here.

Whatever. It was fine. It was totally cool that he was stuck out here being eyed by suspicious punks in leather jackets and scary scene kids with scary scene hair. It was great. He could totally cope with the fact that the bouncer wouldn't let him in because he forgot his I.D. and apparently he looked like he was twelve years old. Totally, totally fine. Really, it couldn’t get any worse.

It was as if the universe had heard this very thought and decided to have the last laugh. A large truck roared down the street, sending a fresh wave of freezing water over his legs and shoes. 

Screw this. He was going home.

He hadn't even wanted to come out in the first place. He should be back in his nice cosy dorm room, preferably doing the lit assignment he had due in on Monday, maybe wrapped in a blanket. Two blankets, even. Yeah, his dorm sounded pretty great right now, even if he did have the roommate from hell. Fate had other plans, though. Right as he made the decision to head back, he heard his name being called. Turning, he saw Buffy waving frantically from the door. Huffing to himself, he turned back again and headed to meet her.

"He's with me," Buffy said with a smile to the bouncer. The guy looked doubtful as Cyrus slipped passed, but he didn't question it again. 

"The reception is really bad in here," Buffy said apologetically, pulling him into a sideways hug. "But you found the place okay, right? I mean you're here, so that's good. I didn't think you'd come. I’m glad you did.”

She seemed unusually antsy, and he suspected she was a little nervous about introducing him to her friends. He would be nervous too if he was her, he knew he wasn’t much, especially to a group of cool and interesting people. He decided it was best not to tell her that he almost didn't come. He had been perfectly ready to stay in his dorm all night, even though it was a Friday night and he had little to no social life at the current moment in time with all the work his professors had been throwing at him. Except, Roommate-From-Hell-Reed had come banging into the room, all but yelling into his cellphone to some girl. Cyrus had been able to stand it for about ten minutes, and then he got tired of hearing the word "baby". A night at some dive being shoved around by sweaty drunks wasn't much of an improvement, but at least he didn't have to listen to Reed's obnoxious flirting. 

"It's good you came," Buffy continued. "You don’t get out enough. I think you'll like the band too, and they're friends with Andi and Marty. They’re pretty good - I mean, TJ is a little obnoxious, but they’ve already got a big following on MySpace, and they’re close to getting a deal with Cranked...” Cyrus let her pull him through the crowd, nodding in all the right places but struggling to keep up. Who was TJ? Cranked? What was that? He felt like she was speaking another language. “

They've even got some songs recorded now... did you know Gus- you know Gus Knight? He works at the dining hall. Apparently he’s local and has this whole studio set up in his mom’s basement. He has all the equipment and everything. It's crazy.”

"Crazy," Cyrus agreed, narrowly avoiding getting elbowed by a teary girl gesturing wildly at a boy that looked too out of it to be taking in what she said. The whole arena smelled like puked. He prayed that none got on him. "So when are these Cranked guys meant to go on?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Cranked is a record label, Cy. The band’s called Conduit For Gods.”

The problem was not that Cyrus wasn’t into music. He liked music. He thought it was fun, especially if you could sing bad karaoke to it, and who didn't like to listen to their iPod on the bus? But Buffy's friends' world seemed to revolve around music, more specifically punk music, and the whole scene that came with it. He had accepted a few of their invitations to hang out just to be polite, but most of them involved parties and shows. Parties and shows meant drinking and coming home with wild stories. Cyrus wasn’t a wild stories kind of guy.

As a kid, he had really wanted to be a wild stories kind of guy. He’d longed to be one of the popular kids who knew how to make friends with everybody, who was never bored on a Friday night and wasn’t totally invisible. He had never succeeded in becoming that kind of guy. Even at college, where he'd figured it would be easy. All the television shows and magazines had made it seem like that was what you were meant to do in college - party and drink. Become your own person. Become interesting. 

What he'd learned from actually being in college? He didn't like to party and drink. He had no problem with other people doing it, obviously, but he'd rather he was far away from them while they did. Drunk people had a habit of throwing up on him, and in crowds like this Cyrus had lost his shoe more than once. They might be drenched in grimy rainwater, but tonight he felt like keeping his shoes firmly on his feet. Preferably not covered in somebody's dinner. The other thing he’d learned was that he didn’t really vibe with the whole alternative music scene... or it didn’t vibe with him. He liked things neat and non-violent. In his experience, college-aged punks liked things sweaty and aggressive. Sometimes with a hint of insane thrown in. It’s not like it scared him or anything, he just didn’t want to die in a mosh pit.

“They’re on at ten. You want me to grab you a drink? I got us a table - I know you don’t like being in the crowd.”

He gave her a grateful smile, forgiving and forgetting the last half an hour in one fell swoop. Buffy was a really good friend not just sometimes, but all the time, even if she did make him hang out with scary people that wore studs and eyeliner. She always respected his boundaries.

As she disappeared towards the bar, he meandered his way over to the table she’d pointed out to him. There were a couple of bags and jackets strewn across the booth’s seats, but no people present. Scanning the crowd, he managed to spot Marty and Andi stood off to the side with a couple of other people. Andi caught his eye and waved him over, but he shook his head. She rolled her eyes, but smiled and sent him a thumbs up anyway. He smiled back.

Andi was a nice girl. A cool girl. She wore her hair cropped short and spiky, had a leather jacket with her name painted artfully across the back and her skin was constantly smudged with paint or coal or glue from her art projects. She’d known Buffy forever, and Cyrus was still surprised someone as cool as her was willing to hang out with a loser like him. It was the same with Buffy, honestly. He was always one step behind the laughter and she was the one making people laugh. Once, he’d made the mistake of voicing these thoughts out loud and Buffy had smacked him over the head with a copy of Rolling Stone, telling him he was being stupid and that he was cool. He knew she was lying, but he appreciated the lie anyway. 

A figure loomed over him and he turned.

“That was quick,” he started to say, but the words died on his lips. It wasn’t Buffy.

“Um, hi,” Said the most beautiful boy in the history of all existence.

Bright red hair. Green eyes ringed in black. Torn up denim jacket over plaid over faded t-shirt. Cyrus mentally catalogued all of these things and tried to unstick his tongue from where it seemed to be stuck to the roof of his mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do. How did English work again? What were words?

In the end, he stuck one awkward hand out before he could stop himself and stuttered out a greeted. The guy took it with a warm smile and shook. 

“I’m Cyrus,” Cyrus finally managed to say.

Understanding dawned on the guy’s face. “Oh, you’re Buffy’s friend. That’s cool. I’m TJ, Marty’s roommate,” he jerked a thumb back towards the crowd. Much to Cyrus’ horror, he realised Andi and Marty were watching them with interest. He dropped TJ’s hand quickly. “I was just grabbing the keys to the van, could you pass me that bag?”

Cyrus did as asked, expecting TJ to take it and flee from the obviously crazy person who had just shaken his hand like they were at some sort of business meeting instead of a nightclub, but he didn’t move from where he was standing. Instead, he rummaged through the bag for a second and then withdraw a set of car keys and dumped it back on the table. Turning, he signalled to one of the guys in the crowd and launched the keys through the crowd. 

“So are you sticking around after the show?” TJ said, turning back to Cyrus with a curious smile. 

No. Cyrus was going to go home and shower at least twice then snuggle up in bed and get a good night’s sleep where nobody could accidentally spill a suspicious substance on his nice clean pants.

“Yeah, I think so,” is what came out of Cyrus’ mouth.

“Awesome,” TJ grinned, the thousand-watt smile disarming Cyrus once again. “Well, I gotta scoot, ‘cause it’s my band…”

“Oh! You’re in Condu-whatsit?”

“Conduit For Gods,” he laughed. “Yeah, I’m the singer.”

Oh great, a cute guy in a band. Just what Cyrus needed to make this interaction less intimidating.

“Break a leg?” He offered.

He didn’t know if he was imagining it or not (probably) but TJ looked a little reluctant to go, but after a moment he flashed him another smile and departed. Cyrus resisted the urge to bang his head on the table and berated himself for not being able to hold a conversation like a normal person. Oh man, he had made himself look like a total idiot. Luckily, Buffy returned not long after, and he drowned his sorrows in his drink. 

*

“Okay, not to be dramatic but we have to play the best show we’ve ever played tonight,” TJ said, speeding over to Jonah behind the stage.

Jonah looked up from tuning his guitar in surprise. “I thought the label weren’t seeing us ‘til next week?”

“It’s not a rep,” he shook his head and sighed as dramatically as he could manage. “I just met the most amazing guy I’ve ever seen and I’m pretty sure we’re soulmates, so we have to impress him, okay?”

“Soulmates, huh?” Jonah grinned. “Do you even know this guy’s name?”

“Cyrus.”

“Cyrus? As in Buffy’s Cyrus?”

“That’s the one.”

“Okay, man. If you say so.”

The stage fright seemed twice as intense as usual as TJ clicked the microphone on. Through the glare of the lights and the packed room he could barely make out the table tucked away in the corner where Cyrus was sat. The crowd roared back as he greeted them, and it felt like the entire room exploded into life as the boys launched into the first song. For the first time ever, TJ worried less about cracking a rib as he surfed across the top of the crowd and more about how exactly he was going to ask Cyrus for his number without sounding weird. 

But by the time the show was over and TJ was drenched in his own sweat while blood dripped down from his nose from where someone had accidentally hit him in the face during the last song, Cyrus was nowhere to be found, and the question of the phone number became obsolete. 

#tyrus #andi mack #i don't know where this is going okay

[notalwaysthevillian]

Draw Four

Warnings: None?

Word Count: ~800

Ch. 4 | Ch. 6

Ch. 5: Moxiety

Virgil thanked his lucky stars that neither Roman nor Logan was going to be at game club this week. He’d had enough boy troubles when he was with just one of them, how would he survive with both of them?

In any case, he was happy to just chill out and hang with Patton, who he hadn’t seen all week. Patton had confessed to liking Logan and Roman as well, which was something they could bond over at least.

It was funny how his best friend liking the same guys didn’t really bother him. He figured it was because they’d been friends for so long. Nothing could shake that foundation.

“Hey V!” Pat called when Virgil walked in, his usual sunny smile on his face. “I picked out a game already!”

He held up familiar brightly colored box.

Virgil laughed, remembering all the times they’d played Candy Land as kids. He turned to his twin. “You wanna play?”

“Nah, you don’t need our help.” Remy said for Emile, before dragging him off to play something with the corner group.

Having no clue what Remy meant wasn’t unusual for Virgil, so he just shrugged it off and headed over to where Patton was setting up.

“They’re not playing?”

“Nah, Rem said something about me not needing help. What’s up with that?”

Patton shrugged. “No clue. You wanna go first?”

“Sure.” Virgil picked up a card, moving to the first available yellow space. “So, you said Roman was super romantic with you?”

“Yeah.” The dreamy tone in Patton’s voice matched the far off look in his eyes. “And he kisses like a dream.”

“Mood.” Virgil propped his elbow up on the table, leaning against his hand. “I wonder what Logan’s kisses feel like.”

“Logan’s probably methodical.” Patton moved two spaces with his card and dropped it in the discard pile.

Patton watched as Virgil’s eyes lit up at his next card. It so adora- wait. Wracking his brain, Patton thought back on all the times he’d thought something Virgil had done was cute. Something came up at least once a week. 

The way his fringe fell in his face. 

His laugh that hardly anyone got to hear.

How he’d stick out his tongue when he was really concentrating.

“Oh.”

Virgil’s eyes snapped to his. “Pat? You okay?”

“I - Virgil I need to tell you something but I don’t want you to freak out okay?”

As soon as Virgil’s eyes widened, Patton knew he’d said the exact wrong thing. Especially to someone as anxious as Virgil.

Clearly trying to calm his breathing, Virgil asked, “What are you talking about?”

“I know I like Roman, and I know I like Logan, but I think I just figured out that I like someone else too.” Patton said, trying to gauge Virgil’s reaction. If Virgil panicked, he’d make up a name from someone in his Bio class.

Instead of panicking, Virgil’s shoulders drooped. His gaze shifted to the desk. “Who is it this time? And please don’t say my brother, I don’t think I can -”

“Virgil, it’s not Emile. Besides, I’m pretty sure Remy might murder me in my sleep if I even thought about it.” That joke had Virgil cracking a small smile. “It’s you.”

“ME?!”

The outburst had everyone in the room turning to the two of them. Patton waved them off, but he could still feel eyes watching his every move. He had a feeling those eyes belonged to two meddling matchmakers.

“Yes, you.” Patton moved to the desk next to Virgil. Giving him a chance to pull away if he wanted, Patton reached out and took Virgil’s hands in his. “Why wouldn’t I like you? You’re smart, you’re creative, you know me better than anybody.”

“But...we’ve - we’ve been friends for so long...I don’t - what if -” Stammers poured out of Virgil’s mouth. Patton waited, ever the patient one, as Virgil got his breathing under control. “We can’t mess this up. I can’t lose you.”

“V, I only want you if you want me too.”

Burst of red appeared in Virgil’s cheeks as he mumbled something.

Patton cocked his head to the side. “What?”

“I said...I’ve had a crush on you for a while.” Virgil repeated, the red moving down his neck. “Since last year. I thought it would go away, but you’re just...you’re everything, Pat. The whole package. And then you told me about Roman and I didn’t want to screw it up for you.”

“Oh, V!”

“F! U!” A familiar voice called out, followed by a thwack sound. “Ow, hey! I thought we were calling out random letters.”

Patton and Virgil dissolved into giggles. Once they’d gathered themselves, they realized their hands were still joined.

Sucking in a deep breath, Virgil laced his fingers through Patton’s. “So, this is okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

#romantic moxiety #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #patton sanders #romantic remile #remy sanders #ts sleep #emile picani

[jokerfan99]

Firewoman Cometh (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

D82-EST Darter dropship, en course to [REDACTED]

The left thrusters are on fire! The pilot's not sure know how long this heap of junk can stay in the air and there is no way in hell this thing will land on the rocky terrain below without having large chunks of rock piercing into the interior.

Pilot: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Command do you copy, over?

TZZT

Vic: Heyhey, Command here. How's it going, dude, you doing fine? I'm doing fine too! Now what the hell you want? Pilot: What? NO! Everything's not fine! Listen I can't explain much! I'm loosing control over my ship here and I can't risk landing on rough terrain! Are there any safe places to land on, over? Vic: Whoo sounds like you're in a tight situation. Alright let me read your coordinates and I'll see if there are any soft spots for you to land on. Pilot:... Vic:... Pilot: Hello? Vic: Okay I got one for you, there's a wide box canyon with a Red Outpost near ya. Hope ya don't mind staying too close to enemy lines. Pilot: As long as I don't get blown to smithereens that's fine! Thanks for the help Com- what the? NononoNONONO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

TZZT

Vic: Hello? Helloooooooooo? Hmm must've blown up already. Well that ain't my problem.

2005 Hours at the Red Base

Another nightly sentry duty and it's Ruby and Donut's turn tonight. It's much darker tonight compared to the other nights, as the clouds above are blocking a single ray of light from the stars and the moon. Blood Gulch is now covered in a mist of blackness and night vision won't do shit in it. And much to Ruby's dismay, this looks like a perfect opportunity for the Blue team to sneaking within the darkness.

HISS

Ruby: GAH! Oh...

Phew, she thought. It was just Donut opening a can of BLAST. That almost sounded like a plasma grenade.

Donut: You thirsty? Ruby: No thanks. My tongue isn't suited for carbonated drinks. Donut: Suit yourself. Say you've been jumpy tonight. Ruby: No it's just that seeing how dark it is right now, my instincts are telling me that the Blues might attack us anytime in this darkness. Donut: Oh don't be so worried. They've tried it once but...

Two years ago.

Caboose: OW MY TAILBONE! Church: TUCKER, IT'S US! Stop poking our asses will you! Tucker: How the fuck am I suppose to see you? This sword doesn't have a brightness setting in it! Kaikaina: Is somebody grabbing my orbs? Caboose: Sorry taught those were the grenades. Kaikaina: GRAB HARDER!

Present

Donut:... it didn't go according to plan. Ruby: Perhaps not this time Donut: How so? Ruby: I learned this technique back home about navigating through the dark without the use night vision. And the problem is Weiss knows the trade too. And since Weiss is with them, she'll help the Blues will easily navigate through it. Donut: Aww crap. Let's hope they don't attack tonight. Ruby: Me too but still it would be nice to see something if it weren't so dark right now! Donut: Well at least the sun's coming up. Ruby: The sun? But it's 8 'o clock. The sun's not coming up in another eleven hours. Donut: Then what's that bright light coming behind the canyon?

Ruby turned to the natural walls of the canyon. A bright orange glow can be seen behind the canyon, growing larger and larger until thousand of pieces of rock gets shattered when a ship out of nowhere breaks through the rock. And it's heading STRAIGHT FOR THE RED BASE!!!

Donut: SON OF A BITCH! Ruby: SON OF A WITCH!

Ruby and Donut quickly ducked onto the concrete floor as the flaming ship flies right pass above their heads, crashing into the dirt behind the base. That was a close one! The attention of the crash attracted the rest of the Red team to check what the hell's happening out there.

Grif: Aww are we being attacked? I haven't started my nightly snack binge. Sarge: Looks that way. Lopez, time to use the white phosphorus. Lopez: No tenemos fósforo blanco. Sarge: Alright now where are those Bluetards? Ruby: Uhm... it's not Blues you should be worried.

Ruby pointed the team at the crashed fiery vessel behind them and boy look at that metal burn.

Sarge: Crazy rodeo on a bomb. It's a ship! The Blues must've shot down! Ruby: No it was already on fire before it arrived. Simmons: Where the hell did it come from?! Donut: It just appeared out of nowhere. Good thing it didn't land on top of us. Ruby: Come on, let's see if anyone's still alive.

On the Blue Base

Wonder what's burning over there? Must be another of Sarge's explosive testing.

Tucker: Should we check that out? Church: Nah. Let's go back to sleep.

The Flaming Dropship

The entire ship's on fire! The flames grows bigger and bigger every second, growing as far to about twice the size large as the Red Base. All the Reds do is watch those flames melt that metal.

Grif: So... anyone wanna put it out? Simmons: Grif, this fire's enormous, we can't put it out ourselves! Grif: You have a better idea then? I have one, how about we watch the scenery in front of us while we roast some marshmellows with this heat. Donut: Ooh I 'll get the crackers and chocolate so we can make smores. Ruby: Hello, is anybody alive in there, not cooked into crisps?

No response.

Sarge: I think they're dead. Ruby: Or probably they've got out of there before it crashed. Say, did anybody said smores? Sarge: Simmons can you identify the ship? Simmons: Two thrusters on both sides, atmospheric and exoatmospheric capability. I'm guessing it's D82-EST Darter, Sir. But I can't tell if it belongs to Red or Blue. The black box inside should tell us everything once the fire's out. I'm guessing maybe... three four hours. Sarge: Three four hours?! That'll take too long! Lopez, get in there and retrieve the box. Lopez: Sí señor.

Lopez runs into the blazing inferno.

Simmons: Wait a second, Lopez isn't designed to be fireproof! Ruby: Oh don't worry he's a robot. I'm sure he'll be alright... I think. Sarge: Shush you two! Do you hear that? Grif: All I hear is my marshmellows roasting. Sarge: Not that you, numbnuts, I mean do you hear that banging?

Everyone kept quiet. Aside from the crackling of the flames and the screeching of metal, banging can be heard from inside the ship.

Ruby: It could be, Lopez trying to get inside. Simmon: I don't think it's Lopez. Sounds like it's coming from inside the left side of the ship.

The Reds ran to the source of the sound at the side. The sound of banging can be heard behind the hull and it's too light to be made by Lopez. The banging lasted about ten seconds until it stops, before being followed by the sound of mulitple beepings similar to that of a watch.

Donut: Who's watch is beeping? Grif: Watch? We don't have a watch... oh crap. Ruby: RUN!

BOOM

Everyone leg's it for their lives! The hull explodes. The shockwave of the blast pushed everyone to the ground. All that's left was a hole revealing the flaming interior of the ship. Then the silhoutte of a man can be seen behind the fires. Sarge is quick enough to get up and draw his weapon at the figure. Could be a dirty Blue behind, he thought.

Sarge: Come out and put your hands in the air, Bluetard!

The figure emerges and reveals himself to be... a girl?! Well that's easy to recognize thanks to that long blonde hair sticking out behind her helmet.

???: 'Sup! Ruby: A survivor! Wait... Simmons: *cough!* WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU ALMOST KILLED US! Grif: YEAH! YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST KILLED SARGE! ???: Sorry, there was no available escape route so I had to make one myself. I've been through a lot of rough rides over the years but that ship won't be my last I can tell you that. Sarge: But it will be, dirtbag unless you start talking! Now tell us who you are or we'll shoot our bullets between your... your... uh... Simmons: You better do what he says 'cause he's not an easy... man to... negotiate... Grif: Hey guys what's up with you... holy shit.

Sarge, Grif and Simmons couldn't say a word once their eyes are caught in a hypnotic sight. The soldier's body is, shall we say, voluptuous but what caught their attention the most are the lack of a plates on her chest armor, revealing the cleavage of two large visible orbs of beauty.

Sarge: I've seen military heaven already. ???: What? Sarge: Hurk! What? Uh, I mean... identify yourself or we'll shoot you between the bo... EYES! Get a hold of yourself, Sarge!

Sarge noticed his men are under the trance. He smacks one of them to wake em up, Grif first.

Sarge: Wake up you two! Grif: OW! What the hell man? Simmons: Oh... uh, yeah what Sarge said! Put down your weapon and identify yourself! ???: Whoa whoa whoa, now hold up guys. I've made a brush with death and you guys are seriously pointing your guns at me after what I've been through? Talk about overparanoia. Look why not point those things elsewhere and we'll chill out, alright? Ruby: My God, it really is... HI YANG!

The soldier turns to Ruby, recognizing her the moment she sees the red cape.

???: Oh hey, sis! I didn't know they transfered you here. Everybody: SIS?! ???: Yeah, we get that's a lot. I'm Yang, Ruby's older sister. Donut: And I thought Grif's the only one with a sibling here. Grif: Hey! Sarge: My God, I always knew there would be a Rose No.2. And I'm guessing you also have the same genetic tendency to destroy anyone and anything who steals your weapon. Simmons: Plus she also brought two extra grenades with her. Sarge: What was that? Simmons: Nothing! Ruby: Yang are you alright, did you break any bones or any internal haemorrhages? Yang: Woah calm down, I'll be fine. Also do you have any drinks here... cause... I think... I lost forty percent... of water in me.

Yang faints onto the ground with a big thud on the ground.

Ruby: YANG! Donut: What a weenie.

In the Mess Hall

Yang: SIIIIIIIIP! AAH that hit's the spot. Man being in that ship is like being roasted in a microwave. SIIIIIIIIP, AAAAAAaaaaahhh!

Wow that must've been hot in that ship. She throws the empty can behind her with the rest of the pile of empty BLASTS. That was the sixtieth can she dranked and her bladder hadn't exploded yet. Wow!

Yang: Now that... was a blast. Eh? Get it? Am I right?

Cricket chirping nearby

Grif: Does she always does like that? Ruby: Sigh... yeah. Yang: Got another can? Donut: Lady, you just finished our entire stash of it. Simmons: She dranked the whole crate?! Sarge: Damn there goes our victory drinks for this year's Grifball tournament. Grif: So let me get this straight. You have a sister and she joined the Red Army too? Ruby: Yeah. Too bad we were transfered separately to different outposts but at least I'm happy that she's here right now. Yang: Me too, Rubes. Good to see you're still kicking. Ruby: Hey I can manage myself. By the way, what were you doing in that ship? Weren't suppose to be stationed at High Ground? Yang: I was until Command assigned me yesterday to do this escort mission by sending supplies to friendly bases. Not my forte but at least it I'm glad to be away from my team for a while. Ruby: What's wrong with your team? Yang: You do not want to know. Simmons: Then how did the ship crashed in the first place? Yang: Well I'm glad you ask. THE BLUES FUCKING SHOT US!

Yang's sudden outburst took everyone, besides Ruby, by surprised.

Ruby: Language! Yang: Sorry. While we were on the way to another outpost, a Blue patrol spotted us from below and shot us with a rocket launcher, though I got to hand it to them that was a good shot. Everyone on board started parachuting out the ship until I was left last. But just when I was about to get out of there, that goddamn pilot took the last chute for himself! What a jerk! Sarge: Oh I know that feeling. Yang: So I was left to no choice but to commandeer the ship myself and find a safe place to crash. Thankfully I came across this place. Ruby: You flew the ship? I thought you don't take aerial training. Yang: Yeah that's right, but what else am I suppose to do, embrace my destiny? Pfft, yeah right! Sarge: Then how did you flew it? Yang: Well all I did was... sit down and... press possibly important buttons here and there, almost turned the ship off... and I stroke the joystick randomly to keep the ship in the air. Everyone:... Yang: And... I also used my intuition? Sarge: That doesn't even make a lick of sense. Ruby: Who cares? I'm glad to see that she's alive. Yang: It was nothin'. There ain't no way a crashed spaceship can bring this baby down easily. Anyways I should call Command to pick me up but first... YAAAAWWNN... I need to take get some shut eye. Got a room to spare here? Grif: You can have my bed... unless you don't mind sharing with me. Simmons: Don't take him, he's place is inhospitable. Take mine, it's 99% germ free. Ruby: What's up with you two? You're both acting strange ever since...

The thought came to Ruby when she noticed they are ignoring her and facing their visors to Yang, trapped by her hypnotic appearance.

Ruby: Oh crud. Yang: Hehe oh my, looks like those two have noticed my charm! Ruby: Yang, please dont... Yang: Come on, Rubes even you had to get men come to you. Ruby: Dad and Uncle Qrow would approve that! Sarge: IF YOU TWO GOT HARD ONS BENEATH YOUR SPACE DIAPERS, I'LL KICK YOUR BALLS PERSONALLY! Starting with Grif with a spike shoe. Simmons: WHAT?! Nonono i-it's not what it looks like! Take Grif, he's got a hard on! Grif: Fuck you, Simmons! I saw your crotch moved slightly foward. Simmons: T-that's just a random body movement! Donut: Ms. Rose, I don't want to say this but why is your chest armor designed like that? Sarge: And a violation of J0-HN-117. Donut: Yeah that too. Yang: Hehe, funny story. They did provided me with the standard issued armor buuuuutt I couldn't fit any of them thanks to these big ol' babies. So they had to make a few arrangements like what you see right now. Oh and first off, my last name isn't Rose, it's Xiao Long. Yang Xiao Long. Donut: You married?

Ruby is pretty annoyed of the situation right now. This conversation is getting out of nowhere.

Ruby: STOP IT! Yang has just survived a crash and is seriously in need of rest! Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take her to her room Yang: Come on, give me a few minutes with your team, I'm starting to like them. Ruby: RIGHT... NOW. Yang: Alright. I thought I'm suppose to be to older sister here. Hey how about show me the place first.

As the sisters leave, Grif and Simmons follow suit, still hypnotized by Yang's charm.

Simmons: Wait for me, I have excellent knowledge of this facility! Grif: Up yours, Simmons, I saw her first! Hey babe I got a Warthog in the garage! Simmons: Not till I show her my modified SPNKR first! Sarge: Good golly Miss Molly, either Command chose her body as a walking biological weapon for the Blues or an effective dog bone for those morons. Donut: I'm guessing both.

Not long after those four left, Lopez, who's body is entirely covered in ashes, enters the room with a massive box in his hands.

Lopez: He recuperado la caja negra y necesito reparaciones extensas. Sarge: Aha, the black box! Excellent work, Lopez. Donut, get Simmons, we need him to extract this thing right now. Lopez: También puedo extraer los datos. Donut: But didn't, Yang already told us everything that happened? Sarge: You can't always rely on the survivor's point of view without seeing the bigger picture. That's how I expose my Commander back when I was in the ODST. Heh, I still remember that face of his. It was glorified PRICELESS!

But unbeknownst to Sarge, Donut and Lopez, Yang stands beside the doorway overhearing their conversation.

Ruby: Hey Yang, are you coming or what? Yang: Be right there!

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J.JK Soul Ink - Playlist

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¬ Me, Myself & I - G-Eazy ft Bebe Rexha

Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die Cause I, got me for life,yeah Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul

¬ Him & I - G-Eazy ft Halsey

Cross my heart, hope to die To my lover, I'd never lie He said "be true", I swear I'll try In the end, it's him and I He's out his head, I'm out my mind We got that love, the crazy kind I am his and he is mine In the end, it's him and I, him and I

¬  You Don't Own Me - Grace ft G-Eazy

You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys

Don't tell me what to do And don't tell me what to say Please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display

¬Control - Halsey

I sat alone, in bed till the morning I'm crying, "They're coming for me" And I tried to hold these secrets inside me My mind's like a deadly disease

I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones

¬ Gasoline - Halsey

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code These voices won't leave me alone Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold

¬Hold me down - Halsey

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth I need them, mechanically make the words come out They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about

¬ Without Me - Halsey

Gave love 'bout a hundred tries Just running from the demons in your mind Then I took yours and made 'em mine I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind

¬ Nightmare - Halsey

I've tasted blood and it is sweet I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet I've trusted lies and trusted men Broke down and put myself back together again Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

¬ Now or Never - Halsey

Never pick up, never call me You know we're runnin' out of time Never pick up when you want me Now I gotta draw a line Baby I done, done enough talking Need to know that you're mine Baby we done, done enough talking Gotta be right now, right now

¬ I Walk The Line - Halsey

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you

¬  Desperado - Rihanna

Gotta get up out of here and You ain't leaving me behind I know you won't, 'cause we share common interests you Need me, there ain't no leaving me behind Never know, no, just want out of here yeah Once I'm gone, ain't no going back

¬Needed Me - Rihanna

I was good on my own, that's the way it was That's the way it was You was good on the low for a faded fuck On some faded love Shit, what the fuck you complaining for? Feeling jaded huh? Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to you Had some fun on the run though I give it to you

¬I'm Gonna Show You Crazy -  Bebe Rexha

I'm tired of trying to be normal I'm always over-thinking I'm driving myself crazy So what if I'm fucking crazy?

And I don't need your quick fix I don't want your prescriptions Just 'cause you say I'm crazy So what if I'm fucking crazy? Yeah, I'm gonna show you

¬ Bad Bitch - Bebe Rexha ft Ty Dolla $ign

You're sayin' that your tired of all your empty habits You want something that's deeper 'cause you're over the generics You're fuckin' with them basics when you really want the baddest So come on, baby, get it, 'cause to miss it, it would be tragic

¬ Straight Shooter - Skylar Grey

Married into this family and I'm datin' a bunch of outlaws Even the children drawing guns out of little crayon box Playing with scissors, cuttin' straight to the point Don't need to beat around the bush, we takin' shots to the groin

¬ Yonce/Partition - Beyoncé

Driver roll up the partition please I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged

¬ Or Nah - SoMo (Rendition)

I'm a freaky-deeky lover wanna hit you from the back and other ways That you have never experimented under the covers Roll around the bed with me is something you don't just discover If you wanna get with me you gotta keep it on one hundred I'mma make you scream my name

¬ The Hills - The Weeknd

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

¬ Gangsta - Kehlani

I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue I'm built for it, all the abuse I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows I'm good on, that pussy shit I don't want, what I can get I want someone, with secrets That nobody, nobody, nobody knows

¬ CRZY - Kehlani

Everything I do, I do it with a passion If I gotta be a bitch, I'ma be a bad one I'm AI with the designs, du-ragging Bounce back game good, why we talkin' practice? Yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up score when I want to Best thing next to Heaven They be tryna count me out though I'm just countin', countin' blessings A real woman 'bout her paper

¬ Good Life - Kehlani & G-Eazy

Raise up a cup up for all my day ones Two middle fingers for the haters Life's only getting greater Straight up from nothing we go Higher than the highest skyscraper No Little League, we major The proof is in the paper

¬ Sucker For Pain - Imagine Dragons, X Ambassadors, Lil Wayne, Logic, Wiz Kalifa, Ty Dolla $ign

I torture you Take my hand through the flames I torture you I'm a slave to your games I'm just a sucker for pain I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down I'm just a sucker for pain

¬ Do Re Mi - blackbear

If I could go back to the day we met I probably would just stay in bed You run your mouth all over town And this one goes out to the sound Of breaking glass on my Range Rover

¬ Zipper - Jason Derulo

I'ma mark my territory Shawty I'm an animal, slowly digging in to you Spread you like a bad story Turn you to a criminal, let me see you cock it back

¬ Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding

Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've gotta find Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around, I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for?

¬ Beating Heart - Ellie Goulding

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive I want to make the best of what is left hold tight And hear my beating heart one last time.

¬ Pillowtalk - Zayn

I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, 'body but me 'Body but us, bodies together I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you

¬ Dusk Til' Dawn - Zayn ft Sia

'Cause I wanna touch you, baby And I wanna feel you, too I wanna see the sunrise and your sins Just me and you Light it up, on the run Let's make love, tonight Make it up, fall in love, try

¬ I Don't Wanna Live Forever - Zayn ft Taylor Swift

Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you'd call It's just a cruel existence like there's no point hoping at all

Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day Give me something, oh, but you say nothing What is happening to me?

¬ Wrong - MAX Ft Lil Uzi Vert

Wanted to take her back to my place Driving 90, let the cops chase Making that "Damn it feels so good" face Cause she don't wanna wait, no, wait 'til we get home

¬ Youngblood - 5SOS

Remember the words you told me, love me 'til the day I die Surrender my everything 'cause you made me believe you're mine Yeah, you used to call me baby, now you calling me by name Takes one to know one, yeah You beat me at my own damn game

¬ Champions - Fall Out Boy ft RM

Have you ever felt how hard it is to be an anybody To be living, to be breathing, not choosing a dead body Remember, the man told me that this life is a party Yeah, all the glory's so short you should put away the garbages Normal ain't normal, ordinary is a luxury

¬ Crossfire - Stephen

He'd trade his guns for love But he's caught in the crossfire And he keeps wakin' up But it's not to the sound of birds The tyranny, the violent streets Deprived of all that we're blessed with And we can't get enough, no

¬ Revolution - Diplo

Can you see it? The worst is over The monsters in my head are scared of love Fallen people listen up! It's never too late to change our luck

¬ Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

White shirt now red, my bloody nose Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes Creeping around like no one knows Think you're so criminal Bruises, on both my knees for you Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to My soul? So cynical

¬ Bad Moon Rising- Mourning Ritual ft Peter Dreimanis

I see a bad moon rising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightning. I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise.

¬ Give It To Me- Agust D

(Same Lyrics, just in Hangul and in English)

아직은 성공의 비법은 몰라도 망하는 비법 잘 알 것 같어 딱 너처럼 놀고 나불대는 게 비법 죽어도 그렇겐 안 살 것 같어

I'm still not sure about the secret to success But I think I know the secret to failure The secret is to play the fool just like you And keep blabbing your mouth But I wouldn't live like that even if I had to die

¬ Jopping - SuperM

You think ya big boi, throwing three stacks I'mma a show you how to ball, you a mismatch Opinionated but I'm always spitting straight facts Throwback, I might throw this on an 8 track Believe me, I'm sight to see Exciting go and drop the beat We get it jopping the party, it don't stop The festival is now starting

¬  Tove Lo - Vibes

Skin to skin Seepin' in Flickering, our eyes go wide You giving me studded sight Painting stars In our hearts Yeah, you know I'm down for you I want you to lick my wounds

¬ Bad Things- Machine Gun Kelly ft Camila Cabello

Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don't think that I can explain it What can I say, it's complicated Don't matter what you say Don't matter what you do I only wanna do bad things to you So good, that you can't explain it What can I say, it's complicated

¬ Home - Machine Gun Kelly ft Bebe Rexha ft X Ambassadors

I been through so much pain And it's hard to maintain, any smile on my face 'Cause there's madness on my brain So I gotta make it back, but my home ain't on the map Gotta follow what I'm feeling to discover where it's at I need the (memory) In case this fate is forever, just to be sure these last days are better And if I have any (enemies) To give me the strength to look the devil in the face and make it home safe

¬ Way Down We Go (Stripped) - Kaleo

They will run you down, down 'til the dark Yes and they will run you down, down 'til you fall And they will run you down, down 'til you go Yeah, so you can't crawl no more

¬ 7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage? Rather be tied up with calls and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing

¬ Don't Call Me Angel - Ariana Grande,  Miley Cyrus & Lana Del Ray

See you here with somebody Dude sizin' up my body Don't you know that I bite when the sun set, yeah? So don't you track 'em around me Might work on them, but not me Don't you know that I bite when the sun set?

¬ Into You - Ariana Grande

I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey

¬ Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

¬ Seven Nation Army ( Glitch Mob Remix)

I'm gonna fight 'em all A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back

¬  Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

No one never listens, this wallpaper glistens Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchenPlaces, places, get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains

¬ Carousel - Melanie Martinez

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go, Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know, Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I, Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #201

“one for all, all for one. we are strong, we are one. we are one nemesis.”

Do you feel pressure to keep your life interesting? It's not interesting at all, so. I'd sure as hell like it to be. At what time in your life were you happiest? If it was in the past, would you want to go back and relive it, though still knowing all the things you know now? Like... early-mid-'17, maybe? That's when my recovering really kicked off. I wouldn't go back. Is there anyone who seems to always be under the influence of something when you see them or talk to them? Does it bug you? No. Have you ever found the blog of someone you knew in real life, but not very well? How did it change your opinions on them? No. Then again I've never tried to. What is something you are incredibly behind on? Politics. I'm more importantly (to me, lmao) half a year behind on Good Mythical Morning, believe that or not. I don't watch TV anymore so don't really care, but I'm massive seasons behind on Supernatural. What’s the last allergic reaction you had? Shit, right now with this seasonal business. I've been congested for weeks. What does it mean when you start eating less? What does it mean when you start eating more? If I eat less than usual, it'll always relate to weight loss, I assure you. I've worked to greatly improve on the latter, however; eating more generally means I'm extremely depressed. Or bored, but I've got enough discipline by now to not eat if I'm not hungry. Is there anything you feel the need to organize by chart? No. What’s your opinion on mid-day naps? Go for it, it's good for you anyway. When’s the last time you spontaneously made plans? With who/to do what? Who knows; I don't have people to spontaneously make plans with. What’s the strangest named pet you’ve ever had? Probably Harry Potter the guinea pig. Or the fact I had a Chinese water dragon, green lizards, named Shadow. Okay look he was my second pet and I was little. What are some defense mechanisms you find yourself using when in an argument with someone? It's very likely I'll try to be totally factual and short without true thought as a fear reaction of losing the person, while on the inside I can be in a total panic attack. Do you know if there is anyone who was once important to you that you will never talk to again, even though you could? I absolutely will not speak to my former best friend unless completely necessary for whatever reason. Do you and your boyfriend or girlfriend fight a lot? Not at all. Have your parents ever told you that you couldn’t hang out with a certain someone? No. Have you ever cleaned up someone else’s vomit? I. Absolutely. NEVER will. I will absolutely hurl. Does your boyfriend or girlfriend get mad/jealous when you talk about the opposite sex? Nope. What was the last R-rated movie you watched? Halloween, I believe. Have you ever painted a car? No. Are there any gnomes in your yard? No. I've never understood the appeal of them at all... Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? No. Are the blankets that are on your bed now made by someone you know in life? No. Have you ever been pulled over by the cops for speeding? No. Have you ever met someone in person that you met online? Sara! There're others I hope to one day, too. Have you got any half or step siblings? Four halves, one step. Do you like kids’ movies? Not tiny kids (like, Barney and such type of things), but "kid movies" like Disney and such, hell yeah. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? No. If you have younger siblings, how old were you when your siblings were born? I was just over two years old. Do you sometimes use your music player to help you fall asleep? No. I did that in... I think middle school and some of high school, though. I have NO idea how I used to be able to do that. The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? I'm not sure. Are there a lot of trees in your yard? Not in the yard, no. There's a good number just beyond our fence, though. What was the high and low temperature where you live today? Phone says 31*F and 50*F. Have you ever made ice cream out of snow? Snow cream, yeah. That's a common southern treat when it actually snows. What’s the coldest you remember ever walking outside in? Maybe single digits? What’s your least favorite color? Puke green. Or maybe bright yellow (pastel is pretty). …and your favorite? Pink. What’s your second favorite color? Maroon or burgundy. How many pairs of gloves do you wear in the winter? Usually zero. What’s one thing that most people complain about that you love? COLD WEATHER. What do you remember the most about recess at school when you were a kid? Oh boy... when my meerkat obsession began, I unintentionally started a trend of digging "burrows" with others in the sandbox. Our nails by the time we were done, holy shit. I LOVED doing it. What color are your kitchen chairs? A mess of beige hues with floral stuff on it, I think? I just know they're hideous and we all hate them. I don't really pay any attention to what the cushions really look like, though. Have you ever dated anybody online? *points to Sara* Do you listen to instrumental bands such as Hammock, Trentemoller, etc.? Nah. Were you ever a 'secret admirer’ before? No. Ever stalked someone? No. Do you poke a lot of people on Facebook? Is this even a thing still? But I didn't, no. What was even the point. What’s the farthest you’ve ever been from home? Illinois. Have you ever been close to getting kidnapped? Oh um no. Never seen this one on a survey before. Do you have any eating disorders? No, thank god. Do you plan on getting married? I hope so. What is one of the saddest novels you’ve ever read in your lifetime? First thing that came to mind was The Giver. I'm sure there's others on par with or sadder than it, but it's just the first that came to me. Orbit or 5 gum? I think I prefer 5? Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? Many. The last time you threw up, what caused it? An ex-med I was on that had a strong side-effect of vomiting. Quit that. Did you have any foreign exchange students at your high school? Maybe? Idk. Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven’t yet? I'm sure there's something somewhere, but nothing that comes to mind. Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion? I think that's fact... I'm not saying religion itself is bad, no, but I think everyone can agree there'd be more peace without it. Have you kept the same icon here for a long time? Yeah; I don't take nearly enough pictures to have a new one, though I wanna change it because WOW do I look like a bitch. Why did you choose your icon, anyway? I thought the picture itself was decent, and it let my inner goth pop out a bit. If only I had the wardrobe and dedication. Any fun facts (on any topic) you’d like to share? Well here's your meerkat one: Meerkats are the second-most social animals on Earth, falling just behind naked mole rats. Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love? "Hurt my feelings" isn't the right word; I feel embarrassed. Do you like it when people give you nicknames? Yeah, actually. Even just calling me "Britt" makes me feel like we're closer or something. More personal ones though, I really like. When you make friends, are you usually the one to "make the first move"? Definitely not. What fandoms are you in? Like, A LOT, but actively, Markiplier, a few other YouTubers, Silent Hill, Shadow of the Colossus, World of Warcraft, and meerkats. Maybe more, idk. I lose count. I would say Spyro, but I'm totally uninvolved in some areas of it, like Skylanders. Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left? I wouldn't say left, just lost a considerable amount of interest, like Good Mythical Morning and  PewDiePie. Used to watch every day, and now both are seldom. Do you more often feel superior or inferior to others? Inferior. Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips? Ruffled, definitely. Can you do any impressions? Not of a specific person. Do you carry pepper spray? Have you ever had to use it? No. Best thing to do during a power outage? Play a horror game as my laptop's battery dies lmao. At night, anyway. During the day, idk. Has your power ever gone out for more than a day? I don't believe so. When was the last time you had a headache? What about stomachache? Headache, I believe once when Sara was here early this month. Stomachache, not that long ago. Which one of your classes goes by the slowest? N/A The last time you walked somewhere, who were you with? Probably at Sara's down the path. Maybe something later, but idr. Where is your second home? Sara's is the second house I'm most comfortable in besides my own. Or maybe Dad's, idk. What did you last have a conversation with one of your siblings about? Idr. Do you have the person you hate the most on Facebook? No. How many times did you clean out your text inbox today? I don't clean it out. Well, I have once or twice while trying to make space on my phone. What’s something you would do drunk but never do sober? I have a feeling I'd be way more open than I'd like. Have you ever had a night that’s been hands down the best night of your life? If so, describe what happened? I'm not sure. What time do your parents normally get home from work? Dad, idk. I don't live with him. Mom, it varies greatly, but typically 8:30ish. Is family the most important thing in your life? If not, what is? My definition of family (only includes people who I feel are emotionally family), yes. Or my mental health. Is writing something that you enjoy doing? Ha ha obviously. —would you rather read or write? Write. Would you rather draw or take photographs? Take photos. Do you prefer black and white or color photographs? Why? I can't pick a side; changes in color can seriously alter the emotions of the shot, making neither superior to the other imo. Both are beautiful, some moreso than others, depending on the composition. What was the last thoughtless thing you did? I'm not sure. What is one movie you’ve seen, but few others have? A lot of "idk" in this one. Off the top of my head, the kids movie Napoleon wasn't popular in America, I think? —how about a movie you haven’t seen, but many others have? The entire Harry Potter series. What is something you do subconsciously? Play with my lip ring. Who was the last person to toy with your emotions? *shrugs* When was the last time you cheated at something? I have no clue. what’s the most money you’ve received from the ‘tooth fairy’? I think $5? Describe the main problem with your last relationship? I didn't like him in that way. When was the last time you debated with someone? Some time ago with Sara about a political view. And mind you it was a friendly debate, not an argument as apparently all are nowadays. What cartoon/anime character can you most relate to? There's too many characters to think through. Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? Leave me and my Mark icons-in-the-making alone. Do you have your own personal water jug? If so, where did you buy it? No. How do you get rid of your hiccups? Nothing works for me. When you sneeze, do you sneeze into your hand or the inside of your elbow? Elbow. What actor/actress do you find weird? Lol I'm not to judge there. What’s your ultimate favorite bagel? Just a normal one with a moderate amount of cream cheese. Do you have a blister anywhere on your body? No. Do you get manicures/pedicures regularly? I never do. When was the last time you saw the person you had your first kiss with? February '17. What was the most severe punishment your parents gave you when you were growing up? She'd spank me and/or say I was grounded for a week, which always only lasted like a couple days or so. What’s something you’re really bad at compared to others? Like, any kind of math. Who is the person you are the closest to? (emotionally, not physically) Mom or Sara in different ways. What are some odd habits you have relating to food/eating? I'm picky as fuck with texture. I'm particular with food in general. Last furry thing you touched: My kitty. <3 What do you check out first when you check someone out? I've never really paid attention... I mean, it probably depends on the person, what catches my attention most? Have you ever kissed someone in a band? No. Would you raise your children like your parents raised you? In some ways, in other ways no. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? No. Are you donating your organs? Yup. Did your mom or dad ever put soap in your mouth? No, but Mom threatened it. Have you ever dated someone with more piercings than you? No. Who was the last person you spent more than 15 minutes on the phone with? My dad. Have you been swimming in the last six months? How long ago was the beach trip... idr. Maybe. What hair color looks best on you and what’s your natural color? From what I've had so far, I love red on me. My natural color is brown. What is your favorite show to watch? That '70s Show is something you can always put on and I'll pay attention. Like, I'm never /not/ in the mood to watch it if I have to watch TV for whatever reason. Do you wear necklaces? Rarely. Do you blush easily? Yup. ;-; Are you an artist/writer? Not professionally, but I do both. Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know? Yes and yes. Are your maternal/parental instincts strong? With kids, not at all. At all. Instead, I have them big time in serious, romantic relationships; I have the biggest "PROTECT PROTECT TAKE CARE FOR THEM AND PROTECT AT ALL COSTS" instinct. ACTUAL mama bear. Is there someone in your life whose career/life choices you find immoral/unethical? Have you ever told that person your views? Do you find it difficult to support them (emotionally or otherwise) because of their choices? Does anyone not have this kind of person in their life? Anyway, I've maybe said so casually and gently where it was relevant, but I'm not positive. Of course it's hard to support them, and sometimes I simply can't, ex. with my former best friend. What trait do you feel you lack that you wish you possessed? INDEPENDENCE. I'm borderline on the diagnoses of dependent personality disorder with how I have a very difficult time making my own choices and doing lots of things on my own; it's a serious problem with my mom, and I worry how I'll be when I no longer live with her, really. Like, she still schedules my appointments, makes some serious phone calls I'm scared doing myself (but sometimes she can't with me being an adult), she handles just... a lot. Have you ever considered writing your memoirs? No. Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? Not at all, romantic or platonic! My online buds mean just as much, some even more, than my "real life" ones. Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? Not on a lot, but for things I'm really hyped for, particularly games and music, yeah. For the second part of the question, yes. I did that for WoW's Warlords of Draenor expansion, and maybe Legion? Idr tho because I was nervous asking my mom. I also think I mighta seen the Warcraft movie the day it came out, but I'm also uncertain. Have you ever been in trouble for illegally downloading something? No. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Would you rather have a job for which you had to go in early in the morning or one you had to stay late into the evening at? Early, defs. Whenever I work, I'm certainly aiming for a morning shift. Get it over with, and plus, I'm in a better mood in the mornings, so it'd be easier to get work done; plus, getting out of the house is a good way for me to come home and actually feel like I got my dose of social interaction for the day, so now I can enjoy the rest of the day. Is there someone who seems to only reach out to you when they want something from you? No; I don't tolerate that shit. Do movies often make you cry? What kind of films/scenes make you tear up most? Yeah. Tragic romantic things get me easily, and seeing someone die and another character lose it over their death kills me. Happy reunions are tear-jerkers, too. I would probably still cry at the end of Homeward Bound. How did your expectations of the last book you read compare to your thoughts after reading it? What about your expectations of the last movie you watched? The original Alice In Wonderland was a book I was surprised to be that short, and it wasn't really as "out there" as I'd expected. I still enjoyed it, though. Last movie... that was Elf. I didn't anticipate it being as damn cute and funny as it was. Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? Just to track my period. Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? Sara's. If you could’ve been at any historical event, which would you have liked to witness firsthand? Perhaps the first Thanksgiving? OH, but I would without a doubt choose the extinction of the dinosaurs if I was somehow entirely protected. That had to be, sad as it is, visually incredible. Is there something that you really want to do but are afraid of doing? If so, why are you afraid of doing it? Rollercoasters; I'm terrified of vomiting, however, and also fainting with how I handle dizziness. What is something society “expects” you to do that you don’t want to do and/or don’t plan on doing? Don't expect me to dress up all fancy going to an expensive restaurant or something. I'm going to eat, I'm not worried about my damn clothing. But more than anything, I absolutely refuse to let a job hold me back from getting tatted or pierced. I'm perfectly aware that really slims down my options, but I sincerely couldn't care less. I'm not bending to one of the most ludicrous expectations I know of. Are you interested in architecture? Is there any particular style that you’re drawn to? Yeah! I ADORE gothic especially, and Roman, too. What’s the most stalker-like/creepy thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t think you’ve done anything like that, what’s the most stalker-like thing someone’s done to you? Lol I should really have an answer for this, considering the breakup... I don't believe I did anything "stalker-ish," maybe not even creepy, just rude and nosy. Sorry for trying (but thankfully failing) to hack your Facebook to see if you were talking to a girl some time early into the breakup, Jason. ;_; Reeeaaally regret that. What is something you can only understand if you’ve experienced it first hand? Pure heartbreak. It is absolutely, utterly agonizing. Are you more of an open person or a private person when it comes to talking about personal things? (Relationships, your sex life, finances, etc.) It depends on the subject, but usually, I am very private, particularly irl. I'm more open online by a long shot. Do you agree or disagree with the saying “If two former lovers can remain friends, either they were never in love, or still are.”? Why or why not? That's bullshit. People change, and you can lose romantic interest. What’s a part of yourself, physically, that you’re unhappy with? (Hair, face, skin, body part, etc.) Is it something you’re able to change or something you’re stuck with? Uh, pretty much everything because of weight? I can change that and am trying so hard to, but I've been at a stagnant weight for over a damn year, and I can't even begin to wonder how. It dropped like flies in '17. Do you think it’s a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it’s assault? DOUBLE. FUCKING. STANDARD. Fight the hell back to protect yourself. In terms of a wedding, put these things in order from what would be MOST important to be perfect, to LEAST important… Engagement ring, dress, hair, venue, ceremony, food, pictures, decorations, honeymoon. Ceremony, pictures, honeymoon, dress, venue, hair, ring or decorations, food. Do you have a go-to small talk conversation topic? Asking how they've been. Does anyone owe you money? Do you owe anyone money? (Besides credit cards) No. Well, I owe my previous college money, anyway. Even though I shouldn't, so Mom's trying to take legal action with that and their shitty communication. If someone was going to buy you any practical gift (anything except a house or car), what would you choose? A sum of money for a big 'ole tattoo, boys. Is there a quote that’s helped you through hard times or really stuck with you? What is it? "You're perfectly flawed" from an Otep song. I have that tattooed for a reason. Then there's countless ones from my partial hospitalization, but "Deal with life, or life deals with you" particularly will stick out to me probably forever. There's loads more. What’s something practical and useful “real world” things that should be taught in high school aside from the basics like English, math, science, etc.? CHRIST, why the FUCK do we not have classes teaching us how to handle the adult life with things like finances. What are some things that a person or couple could do that would show they’re insecure about themselves or their relationship? More than anything probably, go through their phone. ACTUALLY fuck off. Do you have sympathy for people who die as a result of their own actions? (Example: someone doesn’t wear a helmet when they ride their motorcycle and they get in an accident and die.) Well of course; a human being still died, and maybe it's even sadder when it was in their own hands. It's disappointing, but you should of course feel sympathy. What’s your favorite old Disney movie and favorite new Disney movie? Old, The Lion King. New, there's SO many to choose from, so I can't give a certain answer, but possibly Coco. I adored that movie. Name something “trendy” or popular that you dislike. I don't pay attention to what's trendy, really. Idk. Oh wait, is that "Kiki Do You Love Me?" or whatever that trash is called still around? There’s a quote that says “Anyone who gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.” Is there a person who YOU can thank for your confidence? Hm... I'm not sure about this quote. But anyway, I don't even have confidence to begin with. “Dirty talk” in the bedroom…love it, like it, don’t care, dislike it, or hate it? Usually like, particularly if we're being extremely passionate. I'm suuuuper shy delivering it, though. Hell, I get flustered hearing it towards me sometimes, too. What is/are your favorite type(s) of ethnic food, and what’s your favorite food within that type? American. Favorite... I think cheeseburgers. Would you be more hurt by your significant other having a long drawn out emotional affair but never having sex with that person OR a long drawn out physical affair where it was just lots of sex and no (or few) emotions attached? The first, my reasoning being for them to be emotionally invested in another person says more about how much they "love" me versus the latter option. I dunno... the second is awful, too. Tough question to answer. Say one positive thing and one negative thing about your boss (or any other authority figure). I'll pick my mom. Positive: Her support is never-ending. Negative: She's "always right." How would you describe your relationship with your hair over the years? I've grown more and more comfortable with it as I've grown bolder with cutting it. How do you practice truly living in the moment? I'm bad at this... Do you think most abusers know they’re being abusive? Probably, especially if it's physical. How do you feel about your SO daily/regularly checking up on a couple of his exes on social media? That'd be pretty suspicious, but then again, I can't really talk? One of my best friends/my ex is still a very good friend of mine, and we talk every now and again with no romantic interest (at least on my end; idk if he still like-likes me). That being said, I don't know how I'd feel, especially if it was daily. I do know I'd be less anxious if our relationship was strong and steady. What perfume of yours does your SO love on you? She doesn't like perfume, and I almost never wear it anyway. Have you made any (at least semi-) permanent alterations to your appearance? If so, how did you find the experience and do you regret it? Tattoos, there's a visible hole where my first lip ring was, and the holes in my left earlobe have been seriously stretched (it goes to literally the bottom of my lobe) from heavy earrings for a long time. No clue how the right side is totally fine. Anyway, the only tattoo I regret is my "ohana" one, as it doesn't really suit me; I don't give a damn if you're blood, I choose my "real" family, but even then, people change. I know I'll get it covered at some point; right now I'm considering a bat tat on my chest with its wings expanded at some point, and it may conceal it, but it's not high on my to-do list. I love my "how rare and beautiful it is to exist," although I wish I'd made a more unique design of it instead of stealing it from Pinterest... ha ha. I don't want tattoos others have; I want mine to stand out. I also wish I'd chosen an even more professional artist to do my Markiplier piece, but I plan on going to a better parlor when I can afford it to get my vision "right." It's probably the most important tattoo I'll ever have, so I want it perfect in my eyes. My artist didn't do bad, not at all, it just came out with a less convincing-galaxy background. It'll be an easy fix with the right artist. Onto the lip ring, I regret deliberately wanting it slightly to the left and not dead-center through my lip. I have no idea why I wanted it there? You can still see the faint hole when I pull my lips back, which I hate. Lastly, I just HATE the appearance of stretched-out earlobes. I don't even wear earrings anymore with how they look like there's about to just fall off. Women with disabilities/anxiety/depression/other mental health issues/chronic illnesses, how do you get it across to your SO/friends that sometimes you just can’t do something? Why specifically women? But anyway, sometimes it's just impossible. I don't think anyone can really "get it" until you have a breakdown/accident or whatever in front of them. Do you prefer your guy to wear cologne or not? I like the smell of light cologne. Ladies, how important is it to you that your SO wears/would wear a wedding ring? I suppose it'd be concerning if they just didn't want to, but like if it doesn't fit or anything, of course don't try to wear it. What was the turning point that led you to decide for or against having children? First, I took a look at my mental health and capabilities and chose I would NOT be a good, healthy mother able to raise them. Also, aforementioned maternal instinct lacking. As well, I don't want to invest years into a person that might just wind up hating me. And super importantly, my alone time is extremely important, and thaaat's pretty impossible with kids. They're expensive. Peace and quiet, bye. Pressure to ensure they grow up to be a good, independent person. Yeah, there's lots of reasons I can confidently say no, I don't want kids. How do you feel about men who preface statements on non-gendered things with “as a guy”? *shrugs* It depends, I guess. Does anyone else just HAVE to wear pajamas/lounge clothes when you’re at home? I live in my pjs. Is having your “dream” wedding really that important to have? No. What would your reaction be if your SO wanted the opposite type of wedding than you did? Just compromise. Who says things have to match a theme. What kind if body type do you find attractive and unattractive (for your preferred sex)? Let's get this straight first: I don't care about appearances. But of course, that doesn't mean I don't have preferences. For girls, I'm really attracted to curvy women at a healthy weight. Men, I like just a tad bit muscular, but noooot very much. How do you feel about strangers approaching you with compliments? I'm flattered, but I will definitely get anxious, especially if it's a man. I'm more terrified than anxious if they do that. Do you consider it cheating if your SO goes to a strip club and then doesn’t tell you? Hm, not really cheating. I'd be preeeetty unhappy if my s/o did that and kept it a secret, but I'm not quite sure how I'd react to knowing they went to a strip club. I think most likely I'd just feel like I wasn't enough and cry. Maybe I'd be fine with it if they asked me beforehand how I felt and I had their word they wouldn't "do anything." Like it's simple fact that you can be in a relationship and still find others attractive, so I guess if you just wanna go out for once and I feel you're genuine when telling me you'll behave, it's not too big a deal? But I'm still not sure. Would you be more offended if your man cheated on you with a guy or a girl? I'll just pretend you said "your partner." Both would upset the hell out of me, but I think doing it with the opposite gender would most hurt me, especially because you're taking a risk of someone getting pregnant. Is there something you are afraid, embarrassed, or ashamed to tell someone? That I love/play World of Warcraft, lmao. Admitting I'm an RPer would be even worse. DON'T ask what my worst weight was. The Joel thing. There's probably loads more. Are you struggling in any way right now?  Oh, of course. When was the last time you made a REALLY stupid decision? Oh boy. Really bad... HA, actually, probably this one time I drank a milkshake too fast, and my stomach still hasn't forgiven me. Do you put candy canes on your Christmas tree? Sometimes. Have you ever written/drawn/painted random stuff on your bedroom wall? No. What do you currently hear? "Professional Griefers" by deadmau5 ft. Gerard Way. What’s your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool ranch. Who was the last person to hold your hand? Sara. Do you have any clothing with animal print on it? No. Have you ever seen a hippo in person? I don't believe we have any at our zoo, no. What’s something you do too much? Sit here. In the bed. On my laptop. Fun. How often do you have nightmares? Rarely. What was the last thing you downloaded on your computer? A game on Steam. I can't remember which. Honestly, are you spoiled? I don't think so, at least not much. Is there anyone’s laugh that makes you laugh when you hear it? Mark's. Have you ever parked in a handicapped spot when you weren’t supposed to? I will lose all respect for you if you pull that shit. Do you have a tan yet? It's winter, and I don't tan anyway. Have you ever been told you have a bad attitude? I think my grandmother did once on the same occasion she called me a bitch. Do you make other people laugh often? I don't think so, no. What are some things you want out of life? Satisfaction with all I've done and experienced, more than anything. Do you feel bored with your life? Boy, do I. Who’s someone you miss that you haven’t talked to in years? Megan. Do you miss anyone who was mean to you in the past? No. What’s the most weight you’ve ever gained from a medication? No. No. No. Nope. Not answering. Stay the actual fuck away from Abilify. How do you get through hard times? Talking with/venting to Sara and/or Mom, watch my favorite YouTubers, listen to (usually relatable) music, and just remind myself if I survived '16, I can persist through just about anything. Rarely, I draw some vent art. Have you ever been suicidal? Yes. Do you pray? If yes, to whom? No. I don't believe it has any power, even with me believing in some kind of ultimate creator. What do you miss about high school? Friends. What do you miss the most about college? I was in a very bad mental state through both attempts, so I miss nothing. Did you like high school? I've hated school since I was in pre-k, dude. Have you ever been the victim of a crime? I don't think so? Is your life worse than you could have ever have imagined it to be? or is it better, or just what you expected? Worse. I mean it's not awful, but I expected muuuuch more by this point... What was the last good book you read about? Arthas' rise to the Lich King, and it hurt me okay I still wanna press charges against Christie Golden. What’s the last great song you discovered? "Natural Born Sinner" by In This Moment. Do you feel free to post how you feel on Facebook? Nope. I pretty much never post about myself because I'm too afraid of saying something stupid "in front of" all the people I call friends. AvPD is a blessing. What is the most beautiful landscape you have ever seen? Mountains. Who were your favorite celebrities as a child? Steve Irwin was everything to me. I also loved Jesse McCartney and the Backstreet Boys. Oh, Jeff Corwin, too. What do you miss the most about your past? No mental illnesses. .-. Do you like getting older? At my current age, I don't really care... What hard thing are you going through right now, if applicable? The biggest thing currently is practically being chained to my house. I'm home alone almost everyday and usually all day, so day after day I'm just. Sitting here in this house by myself. Even as an introvert, it's gotten to a serious severity of loneliness and maddening boredom. I'm just gonna stop here before answering this any further ruins my day. Do you prefer slow songs or fast songs? Generally, more towards the fast side. Have you made any progress toward going after your dreams? Yeah, just teeny-tiny baby steps, sadly. What color is your trash can? Like, the big one you put on the side of the road for the dumpster? Dark green. What color is your dresser? Brown. Do you own a computer? If yes, is it a desktop or laptop? Yeah; laptop. How old were you when you first got a cell phone? I dunno, maybe the start of middle school? Do you like pineapple on pizza? You are a certified psychopath if you think that tastes good. No. What medication or drug has given you the worst withdrawals? I'm not sure. I've been on waaaaaaay too goddamn many to remember.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

[runningwitches]

Loved

Summary: The reader is sad because they feel useless. Steve makes sure they know that’s not true and the party cheers them the heck up.

Request?: Nah M8 I’m just sad as heck

Word Count: 1819

A/N: i mean, seasonal depression and a neverending fear that nobody will ever love me and that I will die alone drove me to binge read a shit ton of steve harrington x reader fics and cry despite the fact that i havent finished season two of stranger things but im gonna write this anyways.

i guess this is steve x reader but thats not the main point of the story

idfk i just want to be loved

(umm, henderson! reader who is loved by everyone, i do not give a shit if this follows the exact storyline, ok? i just wanna be happy again) (also i do not look anything like a henderson! so reader can be adopted or some shit? maybe a cousin?  who tf knoes? not me, thats for sure !!

Warnings: Probably Season Two Spoilers, No Editing, Probably super OOC and all that because I started this at almost three in the morning and now its four and I’m exhausted but I cant sleep because I’m sad. Anyways I’m just trying to say that it’s bad but I’ll love you if you read it anyways.

I was curled up in my bed, isolating myself from everyone as per usual. After the events with the mind flayer and demodogs and upside down, I realized something pretty depressing. Nobody needed me. I mean like? Sure I was Dustin’s sister. And sure, I was kinda helpful in saving Steve’s ass from the demodogs and Billy, but it just feels as if I weren’t there, nobody would even notice. As if my presence had no positive value to anyone in The Party™.

So instead of socializing with them while they all played DnD and joked around, I sat myself in my room, wrapped in a blanket burrito, holding back tears. I had my music on in the background as I mindlessly flipped through one of the magazines my mom had bought for me. Everyone was downstairs as it was Dustin’s turn to host the DnD night, and everyone was over. I mean, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan, and I definitely wouldn’t be surprised if I walked downstairs to find Joyce and Hopper there too. Every once in awhile I would hear some loud laughter come up from the group, signifying how happy they were without me there. It definitely wasn’t easy for me to sit there by myself staring blankly at the pictures of celebrities I didn’t even care about, but I continued to tell myself that they would be happier without me, attempting to drown out the sounds of their joy with the mixtape I had made for myself a little while back.

As I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to force the tears that had started to pool back into my eyes, I heard someone knocking on my door. I quickly wiped my eyes to ensure there weren’t any stray tears, pulled the blanket tighter around my body, and attempted to look miserable. But miserable in a sick way and not in a sad way. If it were anybody except Dustin or Steve, I knew I was going to be able to pull off the “I’m not feeling very well” charade, so my chances were pretty good (though odds were rarely skewed in my favor).

Of course with my luck my little brother came bursting through the door.

“(Y/N)! Why aren’t you down there playing DnD with us?!” he asked, voice booming loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. As I prepared to try my excuse with him to see if my acting skills had gotten any better, I noticed someone else walking through the door. Looking up, my watery eyes met the concerned look on Steve’s face.

“Hey shithead, stop screaming. You don’t need to tell everyone in Hawkins about your sister’s lack of participation in game night,” he said to Dustin, ruffling his hair and then muttering for him to go back downstairs. Dustin looked angrily at Steve for a moment before looking between us for a second, muttered something to himself, and then left the room, surprisingly closing my door as he left.

“What’s up with you lately? It’s not like you to miss game night, but you haven’t been to a single one these past few weeks.”

“I’m just not feeling well, Steve, don’t worry about it,” I told him, looking down at the magazine in my lap and trying to will the tears away.

“Don’t try that bullshit with me, (Y/N). I know you better than that, do you really think I’d believe that crap?”

“There’s no bullshit to be had Steve, just go back downstairs, I’ll be fine,” I told him, yet I still refused to make eye contact. So when he sat down on the edge of my bed, put two fingers under my chin, and lifted my head up in order for me to make eye contact, I saw his face immediately soften.

“I’m not gonna go back downstairs until I figure out what’s wrong with my favorite girl.”

It took all of the resolve in the world for me to not break down at those two words, and it still didn’t even work. “Favorite girl?” I repeated, but only in my own head. “There’s no way I’m his favorite girl, he’s lying to me. Everyone always lies to me” I told myself. And in that second it was like the dam was broken. The tears started to fall freely from my face. I curled myself into more of a ball than I already was, which was a surprising feat of human flexibility, if I’m being completely honest. Steve’s arms immediately went around me, pulling us closer to each other, and practically pulling me into his lap.

I didn’t say a word as he stroked my hair and shushed me softly, I simply let out a series of what I would consider disgusting sobs.

He continued whispering to me, little things telling me that I’d be okay, or that he was there for me, or that everything was gonna be fine. As my breathing finally evened out, he hadn’t asked me what was wrong like I had expected, so I knew I had to speak up.

“Why are you even here, Harrington?” I asked him bitterly.

“What do you mean?” he replied, exasperated.

“Why do you even care about me?” I reiterated with a sniffle.

“Why do I care about you? (Y/N) what are you on about? It would take me ages to list all of that back to you.” I didn’t respond, but I allowed myself to relax a bit, leaning now onto his chest instead of holding myself as far away as I could while somehow still being in his lap. “(Y/N) you’re wonderful. You care so much about all of the kids, sometimes I think you out-mom even their own mom’s.” That was greeted with a sharp exhale from my nose which was (correctly) interpreted as a laugh. “You’re fucking badass. You can use a gun, a bat, a hockey stick, and pretty much anything else you can get your hands on to slay monsters, like real life monsters.” He checked my face after this comment, and was lucky he did, because he almost missed the slight curl of my lips. “You never let anybody get in the way of doing what needs to be done. Not even racist douchebags that show up and kick my ass. And you certainly don’t take shit from anyone.” A few more tears fell from my eyes, but he grabbed my face and used his thumbs to wipe them away, looking into my eyes. “And you’ve got a whole group of teenagers sitting down there worried sick about you because you mean so much to all of them.”

I sniffled again and threw my arms around his neck, whispering an almost inaudible, “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s go get you cleaned up so we can finish that game of DnD.” I almost blushed at the pet name he gave me, if he didn’t sweep me up into his arms and carry me to the bathroom so I could rinse my face off. He made sure to grab my blanket from my bed and grabbed my hand to lead me down the stairs.

“Wow, it’s so nice of you to join us,” Dustin said the second we were down the stairs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Steve shot him a look that said, “shut up or I’ll kill you,” while I just gave him a small smile. Before I even got settled on the couch I was smothered by two bear hugs.

“I missed you (Y/N),” El told me, gripping me in probably the tightest hug I’ve ever had. “You were gone for three weeks!”

“Yeah dude! Don’t leave us alone with these losers for that long ever again!” Max exclaimed, hugging me almost as tight as El was.

I smiled down at both of them, hugging them back just as fiercely. Looking up, I saw the smile Steve had on, but I ignored it in favor of the smiles on my girls’ faces. Ruffling their hair, I removed myself from their grips and went to sit on the couch between Steve and Nancy.

“It’s a good thing you came back (Y/N). I almost killed your brother, and not in the campaign, in real life. I’m pretty sure you’d be the only one who could stop me.” I chuckled to myself and then smiled at Lucas.

“It’s a good thing that I’m back then, huh?”

Will looked up at me this time, “Definitely! I was waiting for you to come down so I could show you this drawing!” I smiled down at him, glancing briefly at Jonathan, only enough to recognize the immense pride on his face at the fact that Will was genuinely happy and smiley. He brought it up to show me a picture that he had drawn of me fighting a monster, a cute little label that pertained to my name at the top. “Steve said you fought a monster and won! And I didn’t even get to see it. So I thought I’d draw it out for you.”

“I love it Will!” I exclaimed, pulling him into a hug and looking at the drawing again. It wasn’t until this second look that I noticed a label by the monster’s head as well. It simply read, “Billy” with a little arrow to indicate that the monster I was beating up was named Billy. I laughed at the naming of the monster and pulled Will into another hug, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. He grabbed the drawing and placed himself back into his spot.

“(Y/N), you want to hop in on this campaign? We’ve still got a while left to go and we’re in a pretty good spot to add another character?” Mike offered, as he was playing Dungeon Master.

“Yeah, come on (Y/N)! You haven’t actually played in forever!” Dustin added.

The rest of the group added their own chorus of “Yeah”s to try and convince you to join.

“Okay, I guess. But only if I get to be a healer! I’m tired of killing the monsters,” I joked, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

“Okay, okay, so the group walks up to the tavern in town, hoping for a nice evening away from the fighting for once. But the open the door and see, A MOM, not just A mom, it’s their mom!”

“What?” El asked.

“Mike what are you on about?” Lucas added.

“OH MY GOD, (Y/N)’S GONNA BE LIKE OUR TEAM’S MOM!” Max shouted in realization. The whole group looked at Mike in anticipation. “Well obviously, how else would I have gone about this? It’s perfect, and the perfect position to make her the healer.”

“I mean, technically she’s my sister,” Dustin announced, implying that you couldn’t be his mom.

“See (Y/N), I told you I was gonna kill him.”

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #will byers x reader #will byers #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair x reader #eleven #eleven x reader #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader

[ourlittlebitofnothinguniverse]

All for the video game ask. (do I need to mention only if u r comfy w/ it at this point). Love you!!

alright u done done it now bitchhhhhhhh are u READY 4 THIS SHIT (dshfa;lkj thamk i am so pumped ur my biggest enabler) i already answered a couple of these for anon but i’ll go ahead and answer them here as well

1. First game you played obsessively?hmmmm i wanna say the legend of spyro the eternal night? i played it so much i could beat the whole game in four hours. i’ve heard lots of ppl actually hated the legend of spyro trilogy but honestly they can suck my ass i loved them

2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc.uh besides my answer for anon of skyrim not many games have actually just straight up influenced my art style but i’ve been playing this game called Fe (not fire emblem just Fe) and i really want to draw fanart for it bc it’s super cute if that Counts as influence?

3. Who did you play with as a kid?if this is meant in terms of co-op games nobody bc we didn’t have anyif just in general, my sister for the most part. i’d watch her play things like resident evil and she’d help me with the hard parts in medievil and crash bandicoot warped (read: racing levels)

4. Who do you play with now?myself lmao i don’t rly like co-op and multiplayer games and i prefer to play most games by myself

5. Ever use cheat codes?like i told anon, no bc i don’t know how they work and i’d probably only use them for the sims anyways

6. Ever buy strategy guides?not really? once we bought the collectors edition for diablo II when i was little and it included the strategy guide which i stayed up all night to read (bc i had run out of other reading materials in the house) but like i don’t really use them idk

7. Any games you have multiple copies of?the sims three and i know you know the reason why but in case anybody else wants to know: i didn’t know they had actually completely changed the game since i had played it last probably a decade ago so i bought it @ walmart this year and then i got mad bc it apparently SUCKS ASS now so in search of a copy of the original version i bought a second one from amazon bc the Image being used WAS of the original case but it really was the new version so now i have two SHITTY SHITTY VERSIONS of a game i used to love that i will never play bc it’s shit except maybe i will bc apparently it has real life music in it just replaced with sims language which is amazing and this response is far too long for the question but i asked u if u were ready so u signed up 4 thisi also have an xbox version of it tht i got for like christmas or smth years ago and a,,,,,, ds version??? that i got last year bc somebody was selling “the original version of the game including every expansion pack” for only like $30 and it definitely said disk version but when i got it it was this Pre-owned Dirty Ds Cartridge Covered In What Looked Like Strawberry Jelly and when i tried to contact them they shut their page down so there’s that which equals four shitty shitty copies of the sims three and i will never be more mad about anything than i am about this

8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection?uh well back when i had a job i spent A Lot of money (to me it was a lot) to get the collectors edition of the last guardian so that would be my most expensive. other than that i would have to say one of the hardest to find (maybe not rare but not common)games i have currently is medievil for ps1 bc it took me like a week of searching to find a copy in good condition online for sale bc i rly wanted to own it again since we had to sell all my old games when we moved to oregon which sucked bc we had a Bunch of cool games (mostly early ps era)

9. Most regrettable purchase?did you see my rant about the sims three for answer 7? yeah

10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours?never lived in an area where that is A Thing

11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games?i wanna make a homestuck joke here (srsly probably not like i said i don’t rly do any type of co-op or multiplayer games so)

12. Ever get picked on for liking games?not really?? is that a Thing?

13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has?uh idk literally any COD game, basketball games, Fallout games, overwatch, anything that’s co-op, shooter games or sports related etc idk i’m a simple fellow these types of games don’t appeal to me

14. Favorite game music?idk what this means? like genre-wise??? idk abt stuff like that i just like good game music but i’ll tell you the fuck what, hiveswap music fuckin SLAPPED

15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick?fuck shit idk man i don’t rly want a tattoo maybe uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh smth that could be vague

16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL?idk rip lmao

17. Ever lose a friend over a game?Nah man i can’t even imagine smth as dumb as that unless they’re screaming racist or sexist slurs bc then friendship is terminated but otherwise like wtf it’s just a game,,,

18. Would you date someone that hates gaming?i mean?????? sure????????????? they don’t have to game with me??????????? unless they tell me I can’t game bc they don’t like it in which case Bye u controlling piece of shit

19. Favorite handheld console?u kno those games that used to come in sonic happy meals? yah (jk uh i don’t have much experience w/ handheld consoles besides nintendo ds-es and they’re cool)

20. Game that you know like the back of your hand?like i said i played spyro the eternal night so often i could beat it in four hours so probably that one.

21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now?the only games i didn’t like as a kid i p much still don’t like now

22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories?i am Poor

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into?currently skyrim or stardew valley

24. First Pokemon game?I didn’t get to play any pokemon games until this year actually but i got myself pokemon y and ultra sun so those are my first two! although you Could technically say pokemon go bc i played that for the first time like One month before i got y and ultra sun but like idk if tht counts so *shrug emoji*

25. Were you ever an arcade game player?i never lived where arcades were a thing tbh

26. Ever form any gaming rivalries?Why

27. Game that makes you rage?there’s this absolutely adorable and INFURIATING game called so many me that’s a puzzle platformer but the controls are so ridiculously precise that it’s absolutely the WORST to play bc unless you do it just right at just the right millisecond you will die over and over and over

28. Ever play in a tournament?nah

29. What is your gaming set up?the livingroom tv and my mom’s xbox one or my bedroom with my ps4 i got for my birthday and my xbox 360 that i got like 7 years ago

30. How many consoles do you own?alright so If ds-es count i own,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, roughly seven? i have my new ps4 i got for my birthday last year, my 7 year old xbox 360, another xbox 360 i bought from a kid @ school, a ps1 i bought last year for the Nostalgia that’s in rly good condition, a rly old ds lite a rly old 3ds and my new pokeball 2dsxl. i would also say that the ps3 my aunt left when she died is mine bc my mom never used it and she had bought most of the games For Me and Her to play together anyways so the idea that she left it to my mom is,,,, Weird but my mom claims it was left to her so Shrug emoji

31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches?“virtual boy” i love it omg. uh not really i don’t use my ds-es that often bc i don’t have a just wild amount of games but when i do use them it doesn’t rly mess w/ my brain or eyes too much

32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic?probably not?

33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games?i don’t think so tbh

34. Do either of your parents play video games?my mom does but she really only plays like three games (the newest assassins creed, skyrim, and stardew valley)

35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop?nope

36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game?man have u ever heard of brotherhood a tale of two sons? mom told me abt it and she didn’t warn me abt how it ended and i had to leave the room and cry bc it broke my heart

37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination?i didn’t know that was a thing

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like?i can’t think of any tbh. oh wait i take that back sonic unleashed it’s terrible but i love it

39. A sequel that you would die for them to make?maybe not a sequel but they rly need to come out with another stardew valley type thing or maybe expansions or smth so that you can talk to and befriend more ppl and stuff

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls?never been able to try them but they look super fun and i can’t wait to see how they improve the technology

41. A genre that you just can’t get into?multi-player games period. also first person shooters and sports games. there’s more but i can’t remember the title of the game bc i don’t know what genre it would be lmao

42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness?i assume this means game related nerdiness not just my inherent nerdiness in general so probably the very first spyro game

43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else?all the time my dude

44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters?none

45. How are you at Mario Kart?probably shit i’m not good @ steering in games

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon?i love them! i have like 100+ hours logged into stardew valley and i only got it in like november of last year

47. Do you like competitive games?not really

48. How long does it take your to customize your player character?so long. i either have to make them gorgeous or beautifully hideous

49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character?yah tbh lmao. i have like eight thief stone khajits in skyrim rn

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create?i have a Lot of ideas and not all of them are good

51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep?forgetting to sleep, yes. forgetting to eat? no 

52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid?i was a very sheltered kid i didn’t know about new games coming out when i was little bc we didn’t have any way for me to find out About Them. i’m making up for it by begging as an adult for ni-no-kuni II and the new spyro trilogy remastered

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days?depends on the game tbh some of it is good and a lot of ppl who make mods are rly talented but sometimes the big companies just make dlc to make more money so it can be rly shitty so it’s kinda a 50/50

54. Do you give in to Steam sales?heck yes rn i’m waiting for house flipper to go on sale bc i’ve been waiting for it to come out since i found out abt it

55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them?no my style of playing the sims was more along the lines of make a hundred houses that are all P Much The Same House and making a hundred familys and never playing literally any of them hadflskja;sdfjdslkhja i just liked building stuff and that’s why i’m pissed abt how much they changed the sims three bc it used to be Way Better

56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests?we didn’t have it but i did have zoo tycoon and i’d release the dinosaurs sometimes

57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements?legend of spyro the eternal night

58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick?uh!!! that’s too much pressure and i would get so bored playing them for the rest of my life even if i loved them so i will not choose

59. Do you play any cell phone games?sort of? i’m big into abyssrium and i like viridi if those Count?

60. Do you know the Konami Code???????????????????????? guess not

61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever?keep them forever!

62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game?i got the last guardian before getting the ps4 does that answer ur question? (jk that is not the only reason i wanted and got the ps4 but it was One big reason)

63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? nah

64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming?not really? i just use whatever i currently have bc i am lame

65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file?nope

66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it?not a nokia but we had this one handheld thing that had a bunch of games in it that included snake i just can’t remember what it was it had like letters and numbers and it needed like regular batteries and you could only play the games that came programmed on it 

67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share?i cannot think of any right off the top of my head even though i know i played a lot of video games and loved them when i was little. hm it might not count as like a gaming-related childhood memory and more of just a memory of a game but we did have one really interesting little game that i absolutely loved i think we only rented it but u were a scientist who could turn into a mouse and it was absolutely amazing i loved it i have no idea what it was called hm

68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool?not really we didn’t have arcades around where i grew up

69. In your opinion, best game ever made? there are a lot of rly good ones i can’t choose a best game

70. Very first game you ever beat? like i told anon i’m p sure it was crash bandicoot warped

WHEW this was rly fun thank u for enabling me it took me like two hours to answer this i’m so happy. ilu 2 man hope ur day has been rad!

[andromeda---galaxy]

Red Hook

Second prompt for Eyewitness week! Red Hook party! I’ve been wanting to tackle this for a while, so I hope you guys like it!

Rating: T Words: 1,427

Philip follows Lukas around the party with a drink in his hand and he tries not to be nervous. There are so many people here that neither of them have ever seen before, the music so loud that Philip can barely hear Lukas when he tries to tell him something. He knows Lukas well enough at this point to be able to tell that his carefree attitude is a put-on, and he keeps rubbing the spot on his chest where the bullet wound is. Philip wants to touch his arm, kiss him to make him feel better (and to make himself feel better, if he’s being honest) but he only maintains closeness, lets Lukas set the pace.

 They talk to his friends for a little bit before Lukas motions for Philip to keep going, moving out of the busy living room and into the hallway.

 Lukas backs him up against the wall a little bit, leaning in close to his ear. “You doing okay?” he asks, his breath hot on Philip’s skin.

Philip’s stomach dips a little bit and he nods. Ever since everything happened, Lukas, despite having to recover from his own trauma, put Philip��s needs before his own. He came over every day once he got out of the hospital, would slip into Philip’s room and curl around him until Philip could breathe right again. He worried about Lukas asking his dad to bring him over so often, but Lukas would just say relax, it’s okay. He can deal. Half the time Philip was crying because Lukas’s sweetness was almost too much to bear, in a world where everything felt dark and hopeless. He was the person that Philip always knew he was, underneath all that fear and pain. He’d touch Philip like he was precious. He’d whisper in his ear before they fell asleep.

 Don’t worry. I’ve got you. You’re with me.

 “You sure?” Lukas asks, a small smile tugging at his lips, his eyes so wide and honest. “We don’t have to stay too much longer, it’s sorta lame.”

 “What d’you wanna do instead?” Philip asks.

 Lukas leans on the wall beside him and reaches down, rubbing the hem of Philip’s shirt between his fingers. Philip’s heart picks up its pace. Anyone could see them. “Dad’s out of town for three days,” Lukas says.

 “Three whole days?” Philip asks, meeting his eyes. “Wow, a—a lot could be accomplished in three whole days.”

 “That’s what I’m thinking,” Lukas says, something devilish in his expression. “Like…so many things. A number of very enjoyable things.”

 “What’s going on over here?” Rose says, pushing past a couple making out against the stairwell railings. “God, is this lamer than we expected or what?”

 “A little bit,” Lukas says, pressing his back against the wall, his shoulder bumping into Philip’s.

 “How you doing, Philip?” Rose asks, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s wearing a pretty red dress and whenever she moves it looks like she loses more sparkles, like she’s made of fairy dust. He’s been a lot closer to her since the day in the hospital, and after everything happened she started texting him. A little, in the beginning, then more and more. It made him feel good, hearing about her day, about her thoughts on some new song or how shitty the decorations for the SGA elections looked. Last week they actually met her for ice cream, and Philip was happy it wasn’t the most awkward thing in the world.

 “I’m pretty okay,” Philip says. He’s trying not to hate himself every time he says he feels good, every time he wants a moment to last forever. Lukas is bringing him out of it, drawing him into a place of warmth with his lips and his hands and his smile. His stupid jokes. The reverence in his eyes. And Philip knows his mom would want him to be warm, to stay in the sun instead of wilting in the dark.

 “Good,” Rose says, looking genuinely pleased, and she exchanges a glance with Lukas, who’s smiling too. The song changes in the background, something equally as loud and equally as foreign to Philip’s ears.

 “How’s Keith?” Lukas asks Rose, wagging his eyebrows.

 Roses raises hers right back at him. “Perfect,” she says. She looks over her shoulder, and Philip sees her roll her eyes. “Well, drunk right now. Thank God we’re far away from the next neighbor because they’d take half of us away if the cops came.”

 “Philip is sticking with the cookies you baked,” Lukas says, grinning.

 Philip blushes a little bit. “I may have eaten…five.”

 “More like eight,” Lukas says, and Philip smacks his arm, making him laugh.

 But Rose’s face lights up. “That makes me happy,” she says. “I’ll make ‘em for you again.”

 “Don’t,” Philip says. “I’ll get fat.”

 “Hey!” Lukas’s friend John yells from the little room with the fireplace. He’s one of four football players Lukas hangs out with and Philip goes a little stiff. They all make him nervous. They’re such bros and Philip thinks any of them could make Lukas relapse, even though that probably isn’t the right word. Philip feels like Lukas has come so far, is accepting himself more and more every day, so every time one of those dudes talks to Lukas, Philip gets nervous.

 “What?” Lukas calls back, unmoving.

 “Come in here and play spin the bottle, all of you!” John yells, laughing, tossing a bottle at Andrew, nearly breaking it.

 “Ugh,” Rose groans. “Is Keith in there?”

 “No idea!” John yells. “Lukas? Philip?”

 “Nah,” Lukas says.

 “Come on!” Andrew yells. “No dude on dude action, we’ll switch out—”

 Philip sighs, feeling shitty, like Lukas’s cute little déjà vu vision is definitely not going to come to fruition now.

 “Nah,” Lukas says again. “There’s only one person here I wanna kiss.”

 Rose turns around and looks at him, her eyes wide, and the guys start laughing.

 “Oh?” John laughs. “Is it—”

 Lukas moves swiftly then, and Philip hardly has any time to react before Lukas is cupping his face in his hands and pressing their mouths together. It’s a deep kiss, a kiss that takes his breath away, Lukas’s tongue swiping over Philip’s bottom lip as he pushes against him. Philip’s heart is racing and he can hardly move, only kissing back out of pure instinct, trying not to listen to what’s surely happening in the background.

 When the kiss breaks the music is still blaring and Philip hears John’s voice cut through the air.

 “Jesus Christ, Waldenbeck!”

 “Whoa, dude!”

 “Is he drunk?”

 “Rose, did you know about this?”

 A different voice, sounds like that kid that’s just as bad at math as Philip is—Jason. “I thought so! I totally thought so!”

 Lukas is staring at Philip like he’s afraid something might happen if he looks away. Philip breaks into a grin and after a moment, Lukas mimics it, letting out a big breath.

 “Alright, guys, nothing to see—”

 “There’s something to see!”

 “I totally knew it!”

 Philip doesn’t hear the word fag, so if anybody’s saying it they’re keeping quiet. Lukas plants another quick kiss to Philip’s mouth and pulls back, leaning against the wall again, though this time he reaches down and takes Philip’s hand.

 “Jesus Lukas, I never would have thought,” John says, confusion spread across his face.

 “I knew!” Jason yells. “I totally knew!”

 Rose turns to smile at them. “Nobody’s being a dick.”

 “Yet,” Lukas says. “They’re all drunk. It’ll be a big deal later.”

 “Maybe not,” Rose says, as the boys continue to exclaim in the background.

 “The world didn’t end,” Philip says, squeezing Lukas’s hand. Lukas looks at him. “You…you okay?” Philp asks, worrying he’s regretting it.

 “I told you,” Lukas says. “Déjà vu. I’ve done this before.”

 “Now you’re getting the hang of it,” Philip says, laughing.

 “But it was better this time,” Lukas says.

 Warmth runs through Philip’s chest and he leans into him, the music and the yelling and the clacking of Rose’s heels fading into the background. “Better?” he asks.

 “Every time I kiss you is better than the last,” Lukas says.

 Philip feels his heart swell with happiness and he breaks into laughter. “God, so corny,” he says, laughing.

 “Corny?” Lukas says. “I am not corny. I am cute.”

 “Uh-huh.”

 “Come here,” Lukas says, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him into another kiss. Philip melts into it, unsure if he’ll ever get used to Lukas being like this in public.

 But damn, he’ll take it.

#eyewitnessweek #philukas #philkas #eyewitness #my writing #philip shea #lukas waldenbeck

[dcbicki]

“You’re Gonna See it Someday; It’s Affection Always” - Chapter 5

Fandom: Veep Characters: Dan Egan, Amy Brookheimer Pairing: Dan/Amy Rating: Explicit content In which Amy’s pregnant, and Dan already has a plan mapped out for them.

If she’s in this for the long haul then he will be, too. If she’s keeping this baby (his baby), then he’s keeping her close by.

If she’s ready for this, for change, for restless nights and shitty diapers at two o'clock in the fucking morning, then he’ll join her.

They fucked, and now they’re fucked.

Chapter 1: x | x Chapter 2: x | x Chapter 3: x | x Chapter 4: x | x

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It’s the third place they’ve checked out so far, it’s been three weeks, and Amy just isn’t sold.

The estate agent wandered off a short while ago, leaving them to discover the rest of the apartment by themselves. It’s huge, and way more than they need or want.

“I mean, you could tear out the bathroom and just-”

“I’m not tearing anything out, Amy. You either want it like this or you don’t.”

“Well, I don’t want it like this.”

“Well, then, we won’t take it like this.” Dan is grinning down at her, hands deep in his pocket, following in her every footstep, “Jesus, are you gonna be this indecisive with an epidural?”

“No. I’m having it. And if it doesn’t work straight away, then I’ll be having another one.” She shuts the large cupboard door beside the main window, overlooking the city. “And I’ll be full up on painkillers anyway.”

“Guess I’ll be making sure you don’t OD in the fucking delivery room then.”

What?

“Oh, hang on.” Amy’s spun around then, holding up a hand to his face, stopping him dead in his tracks. “You actually think I’m gonna let you be in there with me?”

Her blue eyes are wide, mouth gaping as though it’s just that surprising.

“Well, who the fuck else is gonna be there with you?” Dan frowns, scowls almost, “You don’t have anyone else.”

She would gasp if she were that way inclined. “I have my mom. I have Seli-”

“Don’t fuckin’ say Selina.”

He shakes his head, wraps both hands over both of her shoulder, walks her forward until they finally make into the kitchen area. “Just ‘cause she’s treating you a little nicer than usual doesn’t mean she’s gonna be holding your hand or feeding you ice chips, Amy. Jesus, I can’t believe you were stupid enough to even consider her an option.”

“Oh, and you’re gonna feed me ice chips, are you?” She shrugs his hands off, pulls her bag closer with one hand as the other skims along the kitchen worktop, “You gonna hold my hand, Danny?”

“I mean, probably. Like, if you need it.” He lifts one shoulder, drops it just as quickly, and tilts his head to the side with a raise of his brows, “Then again, you’ll probably just spread your legs and push the little fucker out in one go.”

“Oh, fuck off. You think it’s gonna be easy delivering Satan’s offspring?” She runs a hand through her hair, and he feels the sudden desire to copy, to pull at her hair. “My mom will probably wanna be there, alright? You can just… wait here or something.”

Amy gestures around the apartment, walking over to the cabinets beside the window, inspecting them.

“What, you don’t want me there at all?” He feels a grin rising, makes sure it’s present when she turns to face him again, “What if I just stand at the foot of the bed, huh? I’ll just watch?” He teases, leans both elbows on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Dream the fuck on, Dan. They have porn sites for that kinda thing. And I’m sure if you call Jonah, he’ll let you borrow his subscription.”

“How are we finding the place?”

The estate agent is back in the room then, one hand clutching her cell, the other on the carved doorframe, “It’s nice, right?”

“It’s, uh, quiet.” Amy responds.

Quiet. Code for 'where’s the goddamn hustle and bustle?’.

Fucking Amy and her need for noise and people in motion. Fucking Amy and her restless fucking mind. Fucking Amy.

“Right, yes.” The older woman nods, smiles apologetically (kind of), “Well, I figured with a baby on the way, a little peace and quiet would be best-” She has her nose crinkled, looking like one of the Whos until Amy cuts her off.

“How do you know I’m keeping it?” She challenges her, and Dan can do nothing but roll his eyes.

Anybody assuming anything about her, about her choices, about her body, about her pregnancy? Anybody saying anything about her, about her choices, about her body, about her pregnancy?

Don’t fucking go there.

“I just assumed, a young couple-”

“Okay, first of all, we’re not a young couple. He’s going grey, for fuck’s sake.” She points a finger over at Dan, sighs, “Secondly, and not that it’s any of your goddamn business, we’re not a couple. Kind of never have been. Sadly never will be, won’t ever be, because he’s a fucking narcissist and I’m kind of a little bit too complicated for him to actually want to pay me any attention.”

“Amy-” He does that thing, where he glares down at her when she’s being rude, being a little too forward. And she hates it.

“But, yes, I am having this child, and we are gonna raise this child. But, no, I don’t want in some apartment complex for the hearing impaired. I enjoy my job, and I’m good at it, and I’ve kind of mastered the art of getting to sleep surrounded by noise and a ruckus and half-decent politicians screaming down my earhole every two minutes. I know that. I need that.”

“I-” The agent licks her lips, blinks twice, three times for good measure, “I’m not sure-”

“What she means to say, is that we would like somewhere a little less… out of it, and a little more civilised.” He winks, smiles, tries his best, and the woman can only nods in return, clap her book.

“Right.” She flicks through her binder, takes a couple moments to settle on a new listing. During which time, the blonde in the room has already shot Dan no less than four scowls. “I’ve got just the place.”

She starts heading out then, and Dan sighs.

“You know what?” He rests a hand on her arm when she approaches him, slamming the open cupboard door shut, “Why don’t you head into the office? I can handle this.”

“What, are you gonna fuck her into a discount?”

He can’t tell if she’s kidding or not.

“Nice to know how little you think of my taste in women but, no, I’m not.”

Yeah, your taste in women isn’t anything special, Dan. Sizeable tits, shaved vag and a pretty mouth.

“Look, I know what you’re after. Okay?” He shrugs, as though it’s nothing, as though he can get the job done in no time, “And I know you’d rather be at work, shouting at interns.”

Amy’s pushing her bag further up her arm then, drawing her coat tighter around her frame.

“I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt because for some insane reason I feel like you won’t fuck this up like you have ninety percent of the decisions you’ve made in your sorry life. Don’t fuck this up.”

She’s pulling her phone from her bag then, sending out for an Uber.

“Wait-” He grabs her elbow, “Balcony or no balcony?”

“For my bedroom? Obviously, yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

-

He sends her a dozen texts throughout the rest of the day.

Amy still fails to understand how he could so willingly spend his day looking at apartments when he could have been, you know, actually working.

'Wooden floors? - D.’

“Really?” She groans aloud as she types, through gritted teeth, mouth dry. She hasn’t had a sip to drink in over an hour, and she’s seriously fucking gagging for a sugary soda.

“Can you get me a water… and a candy bar?” There’s an intern walking past her desk just then, and she sends them running for the kitchen no sooner than she opens her mouths.

The guy is no more than twenty five, and he hands her a napkin and a blueberry muffin with her water.

Well, that’s a healthier alternative.

“Uh, thanks?”

“No problem.” He moves his hands behind his back, bounces up on his heels, “My sister was the exact way when she was pregnant with my niece.”

Amy’s brows knit then, and she takes a small sip of the drink, “Is that supposed to be a thing? Like, if it’s a girl then I’ll be craving sweet stuff or something?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” He shrugs, and she notes having never seen him before, “Could be a boy, though.”

“Or I’m carrying a fucking androgynous baby.” Amy mutters, letting her gaze shift down to her stomach for a moment.

Fourteen weeks, and fucking bored of this shit.

“Hey, Pee Wee Vermin, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

The intern looks like he’s damn near ready to shit himself, but he looks between them quickly before hurrying off.

Of course. Dan, you dick.

“I thought you were still following that realtor around like a lapdog?”

Dan plops down into the chair in front of her desk when the newbie intern has walked off, and he picks off a piece of her untouched snack. “Nah, I was fuckin’ with you. I found a place hours ago.”

“Then where the fuck have you been this whole time?”

She pulls a face when he shoves the muffin towards her, nods down at it as some kind of commands, but she complies nonetheless. “Selina isn’t paying your crazy money to just goof around all day.”

“I wasn’t goofing around, I was doing what she asked me to do. It just so happens that it doesn’t have to do directly with the PCC.”

Of course. He’d fucking Jonah-ed 'pre-campaign campaign’.

“You’ll be happy when I show you what I was up to.”

“What?” She squints, swallows a piece of blueberry muffin.

“What?”

“What?”

“What?” He’s smirking - that idiot - and she loathes him. “What, you think I’m just gonna tell you?”

“You said you were gonna stop being weird.”

“I did stop. This is me being normal, Ames.” He shrugs, stands up and plucks a folder from her desk. “Is she in her office?”

“Yeah,” she nods, “But she’s leaving soon. She promised Catherine they’d have dinner because she hasn’t been around much since Richard was born. And it’s already been pushed from six to nine, so…”

Dan chuckles, slaps a hand against the file twice, “Ah, Little Dick. That poor fucker never stood a chance.”

Amy rolls her eyes, folding her arms over her chest as she leans back in her seat, “What do you need to see her for anyway?” She eyes him suspiciously, watches as he nears the door to Selina’s office, raises a hand.

“None of your business.”

“Everything is my business.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“You’re not charming, you know.”

“Oh, I’m fully aware.” He smirks, “Still works on you though.”

“It better fit.”

“It will. It’ll be fine.”

“Sure,” Selina gives in, “Sure. Just don’t go thinking this is anything but an arrangement.”

“I’m fully aware.” Dan nods, left brow raised pointedly, confidently, “Amy’s made it very clear.”

He’s a fuck, he’s a shit.

He’s her shit.

“Let me just explain it to you, in a way your jacked up pee brain might actually understand.”

Selina waves her hands around in circular motions, stops but two feet away from Dan’s face, cranes her neck to look up at him with clenched fists.

“You took Amy’s egg, and you dipped in your crumby little soldier, and, now, you’ve got yourself a breakfast that nobody ordered, because it wasn’t even on the menu in the motherfucking first place.”

She grits her teeth so hard they almost look like fangs, and she swears so fast that Dan barely even hears the word escape past her lips.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Dan. She deserves a hell of a lot better than your pretentious ass.”

“Did she tell you to say that?” He’d laugh if it wasn’t so true.

She’s on the brink of slapping him, so instead Selina takes a step back and breathes through her nose, mouth sealed closed for just a moment.

“No, Dan. She didn’t tell me that. You think I’m that blind I don’t notice how fucking alone she is?” She stares at him then, “Shit, if anyone here deserves to have a somewhat decent life, it’s probably Amy. You know how her family is. All batshit crazy-in-love parents, crappy older sister who loathes her guts for no reason whatsoever. She grew up in the fucking suburbs, Dan, what do you want from her?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, because it’s true, because it isn’t.

“Well, you’re gonna have to be a big boy and figure it the fuck out. I’m not having this shit fall apart, and the two of you be insufferable for the next couple years.”

Assuming you make it that far, ma'am.

“God fucking knows it took you years to finally bang it out. I don’t wanna have to sit through that again.”

“Bang what out?”

The inevitable.

“Don’t fucking play coy, Dan. You know just as well as I do that the two of you had some serious fucking tension going on back then.”

She rolls her eyes so far back, “Honestly, I’m surprised nobody found you fucking in a coat closet or something.”

Clearing her throat, Selina looks back over at him, absentmindedly picking up a box from off of her desk. It’s square, and yellow, and it has Gary’s doing written all over it.

“Welcome to adulthood, daddy.” She feigns an honest smile, shoves the box into his hands before he can refuse it. “Don’t you fucking open that in here though. Wait for Ame.”

She’s gathering her coat from her chair at that, pushing her arms through the sleeves, buttoning it up.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go have dinner with my own child because she thinks I’m a shitty mother and your baby momma basically told me to shut up and suck it up, and I’m in no position to argue with her when she’s all… hormonal.”

She slips past him before Dan can realise he hasn’t spoken for a solid minutes or so. And when she’s gone, he just breathes - calmly, nervously.

God, this is gonna fucking kill him.

“What is that?”

He’s back out of her office, gift in the crook of his arm. Dan glances down at the package, all wrapped and fancy and nice.

Amy’s watching him, eyes flicking back and forth between the box and his face. “Dan?”

“Oh. I don’t fuckin’ know. She said it was for you to open.” Dan shrugs, looks down at her finally, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

Her jacket is thrown over her arm, and she’s turning off the lamp of her desk then, hair pushes behind her ears, face all tired and worn out and flushed.

“Are you gonna show me what you bought?”

“You really wanna see it now?” He pulls a face, “It’s pretty late. Don’t you wanna go home and sleep or whatever?”

“Stop being weird.” She breezes past him, heading toward the elevator.

One hand held up, Dan grins, “Not being weird, just saying.”

“Whatever.”

“How did you even manage to get the keys already?”

He scratches at the slight scruff of his jawline, passes her the box of noodles he’d been holding, “They just wanted it gone. The sooner, the better.”

“Oh, God, watch, I bet it’s the scene of a crime or something. 'Husband kills two sons, rapes wife, commits suicide’.”

“Fuckin’ dark.” He says, “Does it matter?”

“No.” Amy shrugs, folds her legs up beneath her, “As long as I can sleep in it and I’m not gonna catch any kind of disease from touching the walls or some shit.”

“And it’s kind of noisy.” He adds with a knowing smile, one brow raised proudly, “There’s a couple musicians two doors down. And an elderly woman upstairs who plays her midnight soap reruns just a little bit too loud.” Dan boasts.

“Amazing.”

“Told you I could handle it.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re a grown man who can successfully buy an apartment. Shame on me for doubting you.”

“You had a lot of demands, you know.”

“You expect me to believe you met every single one of my demands?” She air-quotes, stares over at him with a single noodle balancing on her chopsticks. “Please.”

“Fine, don’t believe me. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Amy rolls her eyes at that, scoops up some more food before she decides she’s had enough, placing her half-empty box down on the floor.

They got takeout on the way over, decided it was best to just settle down on the hardwood floors than it would be to scatter food all over the kitchen worktops already.

When she goes to stand up, he’s right there, kneeling with a hand on her elbow, and all she can do is glare at him (again).

“Dan.”

“I’m not being weird, alright? I’m just making sure you don’t hurt yourself, fuck.”

When she’s stood, and he’s let go of her arm, Amy lets out a deep sigh, eyes closing, “I’m not… You don’t have to do that kind of thing yet.” She informs him with a bat of her lashes, a crinkled nose.

“Fine.” He nods, “Fine. Just tell me.” He picks up his beer, pulls at his tie, “Tell me when I have to do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Within reason.”

“What’s not reasonable?” She’s pulling a water from the fridge, one of three they’d bought with dinner. She unscrews the cap, joins him once again, only she remains standing. “What is Dan Egan not willing to do?”

She sounds smug, and he kind of likes it when she gloats.

“I bet I could get him to do anything.”

“Sure giving yourself a lot of credit there, Ames.”

Amy huffs, moans out a little noise before she’s tapping him on the shoulder, rounding the island again.

“Hey.” She calls out to him, lifting up the yellow gift when he looks over at her. She moves it around, brings it with her when she comes to settle down - beside him, this time.

“It’s kind of heavy.”

“She probably bought you a gun to shoot me with. Wouldn’t fuckin’ put it past her.”

“Yeah, because she chose this herself.” She says, sarcastically.

He kind of wants to tell her that Selina cares, in some weird way. Maybe not enough to be there for her the way Amy hopes, maybe not that way. He kind of wants to tell her that he’s pretty sure Selina will have him murdered if he so much as touches Amy some way she does not like.

“Obviously this is Gary’s work.” She reasons, tugging at the bow, at the finely curled green ribbon surrounding the box. “Nobody else would put this much effort in.”

“True.” Dan agrees, putting his drink to the side with a slight clink, the sound of hard glass on a polished wood.

It’s comforting, homely.

When she’s pulled the gift wrap from around the box, she tosses it aside, eager to lift the lid.

“It’s a fucking-”

“Picture frame?”

Dan frowns, snatches the metal frame from her hands, “The fuck?”

“There’s no receipt so we can’t even exchange it, those fuckers.”

Amy groans, placing the box aside with a thud, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Couldn’t have been a fucking new coffee maker or something, no.” She stresses, clearly ticked off.

“It’s fine. We’ll,” Dan starts, shaking his head despite his vocal positivity, face expressionless (which is nothing new), “I don’t know, just thank her tomorrow or something.”

“You’re gonna have to do it. I can’t do that and keep a straight face.” She tells him, repeatedly pokes a finger at his chest until he grabs her wrist in his hand, soft, twists her palm upward.

He speaks through his teeth, “I’ll write her a fuckin’ note.” He quips, suggests as an alternative.

She shrugs, “She’ll have forgotten by tomorrow anyway.” Amy blinks, holds back a yawn. “Please tell me there’s at least a mattress here…”

“Well, there’s some fresh sheets.” He tilts his head over to a stack of unopened bedding on the windowsill. “Didn’t exactly have the energy to go fetch my mattress.”

“I’m not sleeping on top of some sheets.”

“Look, just, go wash or something. I’ll figure it out.”

She has no change of clothes, no toothbrush, and she’ll still have to go back to her apartment in the morning to shower properly. But, sure, she’ll get washed.

“What, are you gonna magically conjure up a fucking futon?’

"You underestimate me.”

Amy whines, standing up to head down the corridor, “I think I overestimate you sometimes.”

When she reemerges fifteen minutes later, she’s wearing her blouse and underwear, hair scraped back into a low ponytail, face rid of any makeup.

“Well, don’t you look quaint.” He sounds smug (because of course), and she’s tempted to strangle him with his tie.

“Just show me where the fuck I’m sleeping, or I swear I’ll head back to my apartment right now.”

It’s a dead threat, and Dan can only feign annoyance.

“Follow me.”

He leads her down the hallway into the biggest bedroom - she’s already studied the layout of the place (because of course) - and gestures toward a makeshift bed.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

It’s quite literally one sheet spread out on the floor, and one sheet crumbled up on top of it.

“You said you were gonna figure it out.”

“I did.” He informs her, pops open the final two buttons of his shirt and slips it from his arms.

What the fuck-

He folds it up and places it down at the head of the 'bed’, grins down at her as he unbuckles his belt.

Eyes closed, Amy sighs, wants to resist when he touches her elbows from behind, breathes down her neck.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, believe me, I’m dead serious.” He sits himself down on the floor - because, let’s be honest, it’s the fucking floor and not a bed - waits for her to join him, arm extended.

“I’m calling an Uber.”

“Amy,” he starts, groans when she pulls her phone out of nowhere (how?), “I’ll be your pillow.”

“Yeah, I’m good?” She grimaces, stares down at him in disbelief. “Dan, I know you. Even you can’t be comfortable sleeping on the floor.”

“I’m trying.”

“I told you to stop trying.”

“You told me to stop acting weird and creepy and… whatever. But I am trying.”

Trying to do anything, something. Trying to do anything you ask.

'Make me a bed’, the girl asks. The boy sighs, but he concedes all the same, 'Okay.’

She has to give him some credit.

“Come on, it’s late.”

His hand is still held out, and she’s pretty sure she prefers the Dan who would rather hail a cab at three in the morning than the one who would chose to sleep on a hard floor because he’s trying to be… what, sweet? Nice?

“You can’t be a pillow. There’s nothing to you. You’re built like a fucking breadstick. All air, no filling.”

He laughs (slightly, a little), and tugs at her hand when she finally gives in, kneels down beside him.

Her phone is placed down beside his makeshift cushion, and she has to touch his face with her forearm to put it on silent.

“We’ve gotta be up in a couple hours anyway so it’s fine. We’ll just sleep it off tomorrow whenever Leon opens his fuckin’ mouth.”

“So, most of the day, then.” She jokes back, rests on her right side, moving her arm in front of her, uneasily placing her left hand on his abdomen.

“Jesus Christ, will you just get comfortable? I’m not gonna fuckin’ push you off of me or anything.”

“Yeah, because you’re such a cuddler.” She frowns, “It’s not like you’re emotionally detached or anything.”

She kicks him in the shin (intentionally or not, he isn’t sure), elbows him in the ribs twice.

“Amy, I swear to fucking God, if you don’t just lie down I’m gonna tie you down and sleep on top of you.”

“Have fun tying me down with no bedposts, dumbass.”

“Fuck you.” He scowls, shifts so his back is curved and he’s facing her more.

His eyes are closed though, and he doesn’t notice her awkward, pained smile when he slips his arm beneath her own and pulls her into his side, forcing her head onto his chest. “Just pretend I’m someone you like.”

“I don’t like anyone.”

“Then pretend I’m the person you hate the least.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

“Night.”

“Whatever.”

She finally closes her eyes then, pretending he isn’t so close, pretending he isn’t letting her snuggle, pretending he isn’t acting like someone completely different.

“Your breath stinks, by the way.”

“Fuck you, Amy.”

The alarm on her phone wakes them up at exactly eight o'clock, and they waste no time in sorting through their shit until they look somewhat presentable.

Namely because they have little time before they have to be at the office, mainly because both of their phones are blowing up with texts and notifications and Google fucking alerts featuring both of their names.

Amy suspects someone finally figured out who knocked her up. Dan suspects it’s because of something incriminating Selina might’ve said and they’re the ones who’ve got to clear up the mess.

When they arrive at work, having showered and changed and fucking washed at her place, their suspicions are put to rest. And, as usual, Amy was right.

“We believe,” Kent sighs, rounding the large bureau with a heavy breath, “it might’ve been one of the interns.”

“What?”

Ben shakes his head quickly, holds up his fresh coffee, “Some moron with half a brain cell sold the story to some low rent online paper. Didn’t even get a grand though, fucking amateur.”

“An intern? Like, one of our interns?”

“Yes, Amy! Who the fuck else’s intern could’ve caught wind of this?” Selina exclaims, quite clearly pissed.

“Ma'am, I screen them all myself. With Mike.”

Shoulders raised, neck stiff. Great.

Her mouth is drawn wide, her eyes huge, “I don’t understand how one of them could’ve-”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you and Dan were at your desk yesterday talking about your fucking apartment. Maybe that’s how people know you guys now own property.”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

“That fucking muffin-man.”

“The what?”

“There was this one- He brought me a snack.”

“A snack, Amy?” Selina squints, eyes the blonde like an eagle, “My golden fucking ticket leaked because you wanted a fucking snack?”

“To be fair, ma'am, it was going to get out either way. I’ll just make a statement,” he looks over at Amy, nods once to himself, “and we’ll announce it publicly-”

“Uh, no, you fucking won’t.” The brunettes shakes her head as though it’s obvious, as though what he’s saying is utter fucking nonsense.

“Leon will announce this. You two are gonna stay indoors. I’m not having people knock on my door because your stupid faces couldn’t shut the fuck up for one more day.”

The announcement had been imminent, seen as Amy was just safely past her twelfth week (much to Selina’s pleasure),

With all due respect, it’s none of your fucking business, Amy wants to shout so badly. Stay the fuck out of my business.

She won’t though, doesn’t yet have the gall to go one-on-one with Selina Meyer once again.

“Leon?”

“I’m already working on it.” He’s on his laptop, legs crossed so professionally, glasses pushed up, face is deep concentration.

“See?” Selina points, “He’s on top of things.” She inhales a deep breath, throws her head back, “Dan, you’re gonna give him a quote. That’s it. I don’t wanna hear one fucking squeak from you until I say so.”

It’s none of your fucking business.

“Shouldn’t I be saying or… doing something? This does concerns me, after all.” Amy adds, reluctantly.

“Ame,” Selina walks to her, rests a hand on her shoulder, “You fucked Dan. Living with that fact should be enough to deal with.”

“Right.” She swallows, draws her lips together, feels her throat tighten, “Do we know his name? The leaker?”

Gary places an iPad in her hands then, and she only frowns after him at the softness of his touch because his fingers lingered on her hands for a little longer than she cared for, “Thanks.”

'Broken Brookheimer No More: Turns Out a Paternity Test Wasn’t Needed After All’

The main article goes on to mention how they used to date (which Amy wants to laugh at, because that was not dating), how they worked together for years (on and off, on different schemes), how the long distance thing last year must have finally made them realise the true extent of their feelings for one another.

It’s complete bullshit. But something catches Amy’s attention.

“No, but you can sure as shit bet we’re gonna shoot him down if he ever steps foot in here again.” Selina points out with a hand on her hip, giving Kent a look. “Tell her.”

“The Twitter page for the paper is running a poll.” He hands her a piece of paper, “These are the results from twenty minutes ago.”

'Should she have aborted? 48% yes. 27% no. 25% don’t care.’

“Well, this is comforting.”

Fucking bullshit.

“It’s twisted, I’ll admit. But this does mean you’re gonna have to play along.” Kent seems to squint with one eye, taking back the poll paper with one slow hand, “We need to win over these pro-choicers.”

“We are pro-choice.”

“Yes, but we’re also pro-Selina.” Kent points out, and Selina nods eagerly, pointing an index finger up at her own face.

Un-fucking-believable.

“The, uh-” Amy begins, scratches her brow, phone still clutched tightly in the palm of her hand, “I think I know who sent him.”

“If it was that fucking bamboo shoot-”

“It wasn’t that bamboo shoot,” she corrects her, “It was Jonah.” There’s a vendetta behind that article.

“Makes sense, because I just got a text,”

Dan is at her side then, right on cue, phone in hand. He’s staring down at the screen, clearly in a trance, jaw clenched, “that said 'Congratulations, Daddy. Let me know what to get you guys as a wedding gift. I’m thinking matching pyjamas? Laugh my ass off. Just kidding. PS: How was the muffin? Probably not as good as Amy’s, right? Laugh my ass off. No, seriously, you’re screwed’ .”

Dan groans when he’s finished reading, and he looks down at Amy with tired eyes before glancing back to Selina, “I can’t believe I got that guy elected.”

“We are going to obliterate that fucking beanpole.” Selina speaks clearly. She clicks her tongue, watches Amy carefully, “Ame?”

“Uh huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Dealt with worse. For you.

“Okay.” She shoots Dan a look, waves a hand, “I guess we’re a go, people. Get this baby moving, get it kicking. We need some foetal fucking action going on around here.”

“Right.”

“And what are we gonna do about Jonah?”

“You and Dan are gonna take him out to lunch. And you’re gonna wear that ring he got you yesterday.”

“What ring?”

Shit.

“You didn’t fucking tell her?” Selina asks, “Well, I’m not your goddamn mother. Sort yourself out, Dan!”

“What ring?”

Were they actually being serious when they had that discussion the other day?

“I don’t have it on me.”

“Well, go and fucking fetch it then.”

“Amy?” He nods to the door, gestures for her to follow him.

Fuck.

They’re in this now.

#veep #dan x amy #amy brookheimer #dan egan #veep fic #fic* #ship: dan x amy #ch: amy brookheimer #ch: dan egan #iaa*

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Prologue

Disclaimer: Because nobody’s perfect, because there’s always time to change, and because I’m currently on this journey of growing in the Lord…I wanted to share a figment of my imagination, invite you into this busy head of mines and hopefully tell a story that encourages you not to give up in the fight. No this is not my personal experience but these characters are still looking for what I’m searching for. Now as I said, I’m currently on this journey…there will be cursing, sex–lots of sex, and other sinful activities but please don’t judge me. I hope you all enjoy, feel free to leave comments, introduce yourself, share ya thoughts and all that…

“NO! FUCK YOU J, FUCK YOU!”

“Boog, if you would jus-”

“NO! I’m done with this shit, I’m over all of this Jedidiah– it’s always about you and, and I am sick of this Jedi. Okay? I’m sick of this shit!” My voice cracked, my eyes threatening to betray me and release the tears I was fighting to keep from falling.

Fuck was I arguing with him for?

Fuck was I raising my voice for?

Six years, six long ass years I’ve been dealing with bullshit I didn’t deserve. Not as a woman who did right by her man; I cooked and cleaned, sucked and fucked, even gave massages. I didn’t bitch, I held it down and always rode for my man but of course none of that was enough… It was never enough. I performed wifely duties when I should’ve just kept it simple and played my part as the dumbass girlfriend he thought I was.

The girl who would stick around that long, keep everything up as it was–hell if not better than when we first met, and still still didn’t have a ring after all this time.

“Sick of this? Nah baby-” I scoffed as he shook his head. “I done told you bout that threatening shit, you betta mean that shit next time it leave yo mouth, G. I mean that shit..”

Frowning, shaking my head, and throwing a hand in the air to wave him off, I turned and continued stuffing clothes inside of my bag. He either thought I was playing, or was just gonna give in to his pleading as usual but this time, I was for real. I meant every single word of it this time.

I was done.

“So you really gone leave? All the history don’t mean shit? Six years Boogie, we been riding for six fucking years and you think imma just let you go? You got a nigga fucked up if that’s what you thinking.”

“Yeah, okay”

He didn’t have to believe me, my actions would be my proof cause I was done with his ass.

I heard him let out a frustrated sigh behind me, “Can we just talk about this please? Please Boogie?”

Sighing, I zipped my bag before turning and sitting on the bed, crossing my right leg over the left and giving him a look signaling for him to continue.

“Look I fucked up, again, I know. I know it hurts you and I apologize baby, it didn’t mean shit to me– none of them other bitches meant shit to me either-”

“Well what the fuck you do it for then, J? You always say they don’t mean shit, but this is the third time,” I stressed while folding my arms. “You can’t keep apologizing about the same shit if you gone keep doing it, that’s spitting in my damn face!”

“And I know that, I can’t even tell you why I keep doing this. I’m just a stupid ass nigga man, I know I would be pissed if the tables were turned just like I know you deserve better than this bullshit I put you through.. But baby I swear, without you, I wouldn’t be no where near the man you help me to be. I wouldn’t be this far in my career, this close to making it big without you. You the reason for all this shit-” he spoke, throwing his arms up. “You push me to do better, you motivate me and show me that you care. You the only one besides moms and Mani that I care about pleasing, if I disappoint you then I fail baby. I can’t even imagine where I would be without you Boog, or what I would be doing with my life. My kids love you, , my family loves you, I fuckin’ love you girl.”

I nodded, believing every word that seeped through those lips I love to kiss. “And you know I love you too, but you can’t tell me all of this and expect it to be enough for me to stay even though it ain’t enough for you to stop disrespecting me?”

He frowned slightly, “nah baby, that ain’t what I’m saying at all. I’m just tryna speak my heart to you. I ain’t tryna lose you ma”

“Don’t seem like you tryna keep me either Jedi”

A look of defeat spread across his face, one that he would usually be an expert at masking. “But I am Justice”

My brow rose at him calling me by my first name, I hadn’t heard him use it in quite some time. Baby, Boogie, and Boog was what I had grew accustomed to so for him to call me Justice was a bit shocking.

“Why?”

“Why what?” He was now seated beside me, attempting to reach out and touch me but one menacing look and his arm was back down at his side.

“Why’d you do it? I don’t wanna hear you don’t know or no other bullshit. I want the truth Jedidiah, why did you cheat on me? Why didn’t you support what I wanted to do? Why’d you have to hurt me?” My voice was barely above a whisper, my pain evident in every word.

“I-” he started but quickly closed his mouth. He looked down at the floor, shaking his head before trying again to explain himself. “I was stupid, the pussy was there and I took the bait. I let others get into my head when I shouldn’t have, the little fame that I’ve built draws too much temptation and I lost the battle.” He shrugged before looking over at me. “As far as supporting you, I do support you and I wanna see yo pretty ass on the screens soon. Like you said though, I was just too caught up in myself to give a fuck about anybody else and I took you for granted.. I took a lot for granted and I know that now.”

Swallowing the words wanting to spew from my mouth, I reached over and grabbed his hand leading him to stand just as I did. “I love you”

You got this Boog. I had to coach myself through this heart breaking time.

“I love you too ma-”

His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to his frame as my arms hung loosely over his shoulders. I brought his head down to mines, planting my lips ever so lightly among his. “I love you so much,” I uttered before he pulled me into another kiss only this one was more than a peck. He wasted no time running his tongue across my lips, requesting access to enter what was once his…

Her tongues battled slowly, causing a pleasure filled moan to sound from deep within.

My hands clenched his shirt, holding him close as I usually did..but it didn’t last long.

Although it was nice, our final kiss that is, I had to pull away before I allowed him to lure me back in.

“I love you Jedi, but that’s just simply not enough.” I bit my lip, seeing a look of hurt and anger displayed on his handsome face, but that wasn’t enough either.

My mind was made.

I was a woman scorned and I had to throw in the towel.

Grabbing my bag, I gave him one final look, “take care of yourself,”

It took six long years and four final words to end that chapter, but Jedidiah and Justice were no longer. I was now living for Justice and Justice only, and this time I meant it..

****** Present

“Hello, it’s me, I was wondering if after all these years you would like to meet. To go over, everything They say that time’s supposed to heal ya, but I ain’t done much healing.

Hello, can you hear me? I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be. When we were younger and free; I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet.

There’s such a difference between us And a million miles-”

Tired of singing along, I exited out of the app I was using and did something that I had grown accustomed to over the past few years.

I prayed.

“Help me, Lord. Guide my every step and let me not falter in doing your deed, Father. I’m back here by your guidance, and I trust you Lord. I trust you, Lord. I trust you, Lord! I give it all to you to have your way with me. Help me stand tall during this time, and to do what’s right for not only me but for Bugz too. In Jesus name I pray, amen.”

After a silent prayer, my eyes rose taking in the passengers among the plane as some stood grabbing their carry-on bags and others filing out one by one. After three long years, I was back. Back to a place I had ran from after having my heart ripped to pieces. It was something I had prayed about, time after time, and some how ended up with the same answer; rather it was hearing God’s own words, a dream, or a sign in everyday life. The fact would remain the same, this is where I belonged.

Where, we, belonged and I couldn’t keep Bugz away any longer.

I only hoped that her father would be welcoming to the fact he had a child now and could change for her benefit..if he hasn’t already.

Guess I’ll find out.

Texas, I’m back.

[captainkippen]

Right, this is the beginning of the first chapter of An Fic. It is not finished. Nowhere near it. I’m giving freewriting a go. I have no plan for this please don’t ask me where it’s going. Tell me if it’s too out of character/too boring/too Not Andi Mack to continue. Maybe I’ll change the names and turn it into an original if so, who knows.

Anyway, TW for smoking I guess. PG 13 for swearing? Reader’s discretion advised?

"Shut up. I'm having a mid-life crisis."

"You're twenty-one."

"Fine, an almost-quarter-life crisis or something, whatever."

"You know, I've seen you overreact before, but this time really takes the cake. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Pfft. It's a great idea. The best idea I've ever had."

"You literally just said yourself that you're having a crisis."

TJ let out a long suffering sigh and glared at Marty. Andi snickered from where she was perched on the edge of the tub behind him. She had two gloved hands covered in bright green sludge buried deep in TJ's hair.

"Don't worry, Marts," she said. "I used to help Bex do her hair all the time when she got bored. If it goes wrong, we can just cut it off. Hair grows back usually."

"Usually?!" TJ spluttered, attempting to turn and face her only to be held in place by her firm grip.

Marty snorted. "Still sure about this?"

"Shut UP, Marty. Jeez. You're worse than my mom."

"Hey, your mom is saint. I really admire her. How she put up with your annoying all these years without committing murder, I don't know."

That earned him the bird and he snorted again, blowing smoke into T.J's face. The bathroom of their crappy apartment didn't have a smoke detector, which was probably the only reason Marty was even sat in the room with them. 

"Gross," Andi said appreciatively. She might have stolen the cigarette had her hands not been busy. TJ wrinkled his nose at the two of them. He wouldn't say anything, it hadn't worked the first thousand times and it wouldn't work now, but he had learned that if he made enough disgusted faces Marty would eventually put out his smoke.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes at TJ's face and stubbed it out in the sink. "I'm meant to be quitting anyway. I promised Buffy."

"You made that promise like three months ago."

"Well I gotta have at least one flaw, otherwise it wouldn't be fair to you mere mortals, would it now?" Marty grinned and stood up, stretching his arms up until his back gave a satisfying click. 

"Careful bro," TJ said. "If your head gets any bigger you won't be able to get out of the door."

It was Marty's turn to cheerfully flip him off. As he wandered out of the bathroom he called over his shoulder asking if they wanted any snacks. TJ was pretty sure they only had ketchup and coffee left in the kitchen.

"So, this mid-life crisis of yours," Andi said, slipping some more dye on to TJ's head. It slid against his scalp cold and unpleasant, dripping down his neck in a wet mess. "You think green is gonna fix it?"

He considered this for a moment. "Nah, probably not. But it'll make me feel better about it, feels productive."

"Turning in your assignments would probably feel more productive."

"Hey, I thought we banned school talk from bathroom time."

"I'm just saying-"

"Did you finish your figure drawing assignment yet?"

"...touché."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. After a few minutes, Marty loped back in holding a paper plate with an unwrapped Twinkie carefully cut into three pieces on it. Andi let him shove one unceremoniously into her mouth without a word.

It had become a sort of tradition. Well... not a tradition. TJ didn't know what you would call it. A habit maybe? Anyways, it had become usual for the three of them to hang out in the bathroom. Sometimes they'd be joined by friends and roommates. Two or three of them cramped in the tub, maybe splitting a bottle of cheap wine between them all, someone else balanced on the toilet seat and another sprawled across the floor. Today, everyone else was out.

It was only TJ and Marty that lived in the apartment of the three of them. They had two other roommates, Walker and Jonah, who were pretty decent guys. Walker was an art major like Andi and Jonah had awesome taste in music. Sometimes he and TJ would walk to campus together, they were both based in the music department, but other than that and a vaguely similar interest in sports they didn't really have anything in common. 

Buffy, Marty's girlfriend and (by apparent coincidence) Andi's childhood best friend with whom she was now reconnecting, sometimes swing by to join them too. However, her disgust at  just how useless four boys could be at keeping their apartment in order often kept her at bay. 

"So I had this dream right," TJ said. 

"Oh God."

"No, it's good right. Because it made me, like, realise I should be doing something."

Andi and Marty exchanged amused looks. They were used to it, TJ's various whims and impulses and Important Decisions About The Future That Usually Turned Out To Be Not So Important. They found it funny. TJ might be offended if it weren't for the fact he had listened to them spout of conspiracy theories more times than he could count.

"Go on," Andi prompted. 

"Okay, so like... I'm standing on this cliff, right? Like on the very very edge of it. And I'm staring out to sea all dramatic and shit, and then suddenly it gives way underneath me, right? And I'm falling and falling, and I look down and there's just like... nothing there."

Another pause. "...and that's it?"

"That's it. That's the dream."

"Okay, lay it out for me. How did you go from falling off a cliff to dyeing your hair green? Give me the logic. I wanna follow your train of thought here."

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake away the lightheadedness the mingling scents of cigarettes and ammonia is bringing on, then twists around to face her.

"When you're falling to your death you're supposed to reminisce about, like, all the good shit you did in your life before you fell to your death right? And for me it was a total blank. Like nothing. Like I haven't lived."

Marty groaned. "Not this again."

"What?"

"Last time you wanted to 'live your life' we got arrested."

"Well, if you had run faster-"

"Fuck you! I run faster than you, asshole. It's not my fault there were literal guard dogs-"

"Guys!" Andi interrupted before they could really get going. They both muttered half hearted apologies with a huff. 

"The point is," TJ resumed. "The point is that I've done, like, zero important things in my life. And we're adults now, y'know? I can't just bum around doing nothing forever. I wanna do something that /matters/."

Andi rolled her eyes. "'Adult' is a strong word for a guy who just this week learned what fabric softener is."

"I never claimed to be Martha Stewart."

Marty laughed. "You're criminal enough to be."

"Okay but," Andi said, before another bickering match could spark up. "The real point is... we're only in our twenties. Pretty sure we're not meant to have everything figured out yet, right? I mean, we haven't even graduated yet."

TJ and Marty both hissed.

"The G word is also banned, remember?"

Andi made a face, but didn't press the point. She hated thinking about the future just as much as the guys did. None of them knew what they wanted to do. They spent all their time in sleezy bars moshing to terrible local punk bands, getting drunk in a tub and watching Andi paint in the student studios. TJ couldn't imagine any of them with office jobs. He said as much.

"It's two thousand and five," Marty complained in response. "We should totally have robots to do all the boring jobs by now."

TJ agreed. How could humanity not yet be at the point where everybody could just sit back and relax? They had the internet for crying out loud. 

"So what're you gonna do?" Andi asked.

TJ pondered this for a moment. 

"I'm gonna start a band."

*** 

Sometimes Cyrus seriously hated his friends.

Not in an actual 'I wish I didn't know you' way but in an 'oh my god you suck so hard right now' kind of way. Tonight was one of those times. He would never say that to them, of course, he had no desire to hurt anybody’s feelings, but a little mental cursing never hurt anyone.

He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. Rain smattered down on the concrete around him. Water seeped through the canvas of his sneakers, soaking his socks and mood both at once. He was cold, wet and fed up. Buffy had asked him to meet her here, outside some dingy rock club filled with scary kids wearing studs and too much makeup, but she was nowhere to be found. She had answered her phone when he called, but the line mostly crackled and all he got was a muffled "-inside" from here.

Whatever. It was fine. It was totally cool that he was stuck out here being eyed by suspicious punks and scary scene kids. It was great. He could totally cope with the fact that the bouncer wouldn't let him in because he forgot his I.D and apparently he looked like he was twelve years old. Totally, totally fine. 

A truck roared down the street, sending a fresh wave of freezing water over the legs of his pants and shoes. 

Screw this. He was going home.

He hadn't even wanted to come out in the first place. He should be back in his nice cosy dorm room, preferably doing the lit assignment he had due in on Monday, maybe wrapped in a blanket. Yeah, his dorm sounded pretty great right now, even if he did have the roommate from hell.

Fate had other plans. Right as he made the decision to head back, he heard his name being called. Turning, he saw Buffy waving frantically from the door. Huffing to himself, he turned back again and headed to meet her.

"He's with us," Buffy said with a smile to the bouncer. The guy looked doubtful as Cyrus slipped passed, but he didn't question it again. 

"The reception is really bad in here," Buffy said, apologetically. "But you found the place okay, right? I mean you're here, so that's good. I didn't think you'd come."

Cyrus doesn't tell her that he almost didn't. He had been perfectly ready to stay in his dorm all night, even though it was a Friday night and he had little to no social life at the current moment in time with all the work his professors had been throwing at him. Except, then, Reed (roommate from hell) had come banging into the room, talking loudly into his cellphone to some girl. Cyrus had been able to stand it for about ten minutes, and then he got tired of the word "baby". 

A night at some dive being shoved around by sweaty drunks wasn't much of an improvement, but at least he didn't have to listen to Reed's obnoxious flirting. 

"It's cool you came," Buffy continued. "I think you'll like these guys, they're Andi and Marty's friends, y'know? They've even got some songs recorded now... did you know Gus- you know Gus Knight? Did you know he's running a studio in his mom's basement? He has all the equipment and everything. It's crazy."

"Crazy," Cyrus agreed, narrowly avoiding getting elbowed by a teary girl yelling and gesturing at a boy that looked too out of it to be taking in what she said. "So when are they meant to go on?"

The problem was that Cyrus liked music. He thought it was fun, especially if you could dance to it, and who didn't like to listen to their iPod on the bus? But Buffy's friends' world seemed to revolve around music, more specifically punk music, and the whole scene that came with it. He had accepted a few of their invitations to hang out to be polite, but most of them involved parties and shows.

As a kid he'd figured that was what you were meant to do in college - party and drink. What he'd learned from actually being in college? He didn't like to party and drink. He had no problem with other people doing it, obviously, but he'd rather he was far away from them while they did. Drunk people had a habit of throwing up on him, and in crowds like this Cyrus had lost his shoe more than once. They might be wet, but tonight he felt like keeping his shoes firmly on his feet. Preferably not covered in somebody's dinner.

#tyrus #andi mack