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Risk it - Harry Styles

a/n: this came so fast and typed most of it out at work lmao, but i kinda dig how it turned out!! hope you’ll like it too! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

pairing: professor!Harry x Reader

warning: sexual content

word count: 11.8k

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You shake yourself a little bit to get rid of the spicy coldness that’s been lingering around in the city in the past few days. It’s only the end of August, but feels more like late October, though they say the warmness will return for a few more weeks shortly. That would be much needed, you’d love to enjoy some more lunches out in a park or down near the river before you are forced to withdraw into the insides for the rest of the year.

Looking around in the packed pub you look for the familiar golden locks of Piper and you quickly spot her in one of the corner booths, laughing joyfully with pinked cheeks probably from the almost empty pint of beer in front of her. Marching through the place you slide into the booth joining the group of three.

“And there she is!” Piper cheers.

“We thought you’re gonna bail on us,” Abigail snickers and you just roll your eyes.

“I said I would come, just had some work to finish before,” you tell them, shaking your cardigan down your arms quickly, the air is thicker, mustier and much warmer in here, but it’s not surprising, the pub is packed, just as usual on a Friday evening.

“You work way too much,” Piper shakes her head in disapproval as she downs the rest of her drink.

“I’ll be working way less from September.”

“Yeah, but you’ll spend the rest of the week in school, so it’s gonna be the same!” Mona chimes in with furrowed eyebrows.

“They promised me a fat raise if I get this degree within the next three years, I could definitely use the extra cash so I can finally buy my own place soon,” you explain.

You know they understand the situation and they wish you the best. They want to see you succeed in life and in your career, they just love teasing you about how dedicated you are towards your work, having to say immediately yes when your boss told you you’d get a new position and a raise if you finish the masters you never got to two years ago. You already had a handful of credits done that you’ll be able to get accepted, meaning you only have about one year worth of credits to finish in two years while working. It might get a little overwhelming to have an almost fulltime job and go to school but you’re determined to do this.

“We know, we know,” Abigail chuckles. “Alright, no more work or school talk tonight. We are here to let loose, so let’s get another round!”

Soon enough you are nursing a beer of your own, enjoying your time with your friends. It’s been long all four of you were free on the same night. Piper got married last year, Abigail’s work forces her to travel around a lot and Mona has a bitch of a boss, making her work overtime a lot, so it’s been hard to fix up a date that fits everyone. It’s been like this since you all finished your bachelors three years ago. You like to think you’re still a fresh little young adult who just barely stepped out into the big world, but it’s not true, hasn’t been for a while. You’re 24, you have a career, you live on your own, you take care of yourself fully. You are an adult, whether you like it or not.

Drink after drink, the four of you are getting tipsy, having an amazing time talking about the stories you shared back in university. Piper was your roommate first year uni, Mona and Abigail were in the room next to yours and you quickly became close friends, moved in for the rest of your studies until you all went your own ways after graduation, but keeping in touch as much as possible.

“I’m gonna get another one, but that’s gonna be my last one, because I have some work to finish in the morning,” you announce climbing out of the booth.

“No work talk!” Mona and Abigail shout at the same time making you laugh as you just wave them off and head to the bar.

You’ve been waiting for the line to get shorter, now only a few people are lingering around so you patiently wait for your turn, clutching onto your card in your hand. You don’t pay much attention to the tall guy next to you, only when someone bumps into you from behind and makes you fall against his side.

“Oh shoot, sorry! Someone pushed me,” you apologize immediately as the guy looks at you over his broad shoulder and your gaze meets a pair of green eyes framed with long lashes and a curious look in them.

“No worries, Love,” he smiles and you almost gasp at the British accent that laces through his voice. You take a quick moment to inspect the man, he is standing almost a full head above you, wearing a simple black shirt and brown slacks, a set of bulky rings sitting on his fingers that are spread out on the counter in front of him, his whole left arm covered in ink and you feel the urge to examine every figure on his golden skin. His chocolate curls are kind of a mess, but still look well placed, you bet he is the type who only runs his fingers through his hair and makes it look breathtaking. He is handsome and definitely your type, looks older than you, but you wouldn’t think he is over thirty.

“What’s your order?” he asks and your eyes snap up to him, realizing he is still looking at you.

“Huh?”

“What’s your order? I’ll get it for you so you don’t have to wait longer.” “Oh, I’ll just have a stout,” you tell him, feeling a little flushed from his offer. His eyebrows rise in surprise. “What?”

“Didn’t take you as a stout person is all,” he smirks at you as the bartender appears in front of him with his drink, asking if he wants anything else. “And a stout, please.” The guy nods and disappears to get your drink.

“I uhh—I only have card though,” you speak up realizing you can’t pay it back to him.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on me.”

“Oh, no, that wouldn’t be fair,” you protest and he seems amused that you don’t just let him pay for your drink.

“How about this: you pay for the next round. Me and my mates are sitting over there, just come over when you finish this,” he offers, pointing at two guys sitting a few booths away from you and your friends.

“This was supposed to be my last round. I have to work in the morning,” you breathe out tilting your head.

“What? Work on Saturday? What kind of job is so cruel to make you work on a Saturday morning?” he asks with a boyish smile.

“One that pays my bills and most importantly my beer,” you chuckle softly.

“Okay, then make it just a soda,” he cheekily says and you feel giddy that this man is so keen on having another drink with you.

“I guess that could work,” you smile just as the bartender appears with your drink and the handsome man pays for the drinks, just then you realize you don’t even know his name. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you tell him taking your beer. He tugs his wallet into his pocket before holding a hand out for you.

“Harry. Nice to meet you,” he smiles warmly and the moment you take his hand, you feel the tiny sparks. This man is surely something else. “I’ll be waiting for our next round,” he cheekily tells you raising his glass before the two of you part and go back to your own groups. As expected, your friends are already waiting for you with wide eyes and excitement, having witnessed your little chat with Harry at the bar.

“Who was that?! No, wait, it doesn’t matter. You need to go home with him!” Abigail smacks her hand to the table earning a chuckle from you.

“Don’t be dramatic, I just met him.”

“And you have to get to know him better. Deeper, you know what I mean?” Mona prompts.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you all. He is hot, but I’m not looking to day anyone right now.”

“You know, it’s starting to get boring to hear you say that you are just working on yourself these days. That’s not what you’re doing,” Piper gives you a look. “You are wasting your time on work and school and all these stuff that will be there when you’re older. Live a little, Y/N!” she begs.

“You guys make me appear like a no fun bitch, but that’s not who I am!” you defend yourself, though you know they just want the best for you.

“A fun bitch would ditch us right now and go over to their booth and then ride his dick all night.”

You gasp at the unfiltered answer you just heard from Mona, but deep down, you know she is right. You haven’t really let yourself be a little crazy in a while, your one night stands stopped the moment you graduated and stepped into the world of work. It just didn’t fit into your everydays, you had a lot to worry about, making a living and keeping your life on track, but you have it all now. What’s stopping you from hooking up with a cute guy?

“I’m not gonna just ditch you guys, came here to spend time with you!”

“Shut up, we are leaving then,” Abigail snaps, downing the rest of her drink in a blink of an eye and for a moment you’re speechless.

“What? No! We never get to spend quality time together, all four of us!”

“Honey,” Mona sighs. “We love you and we know you need this. So go, get the tatted hottie and we’ll meet up another time when you’ll get to tell us all about how good the D was.”

“Jesus, you guys are unbelievable,” you chuckle shaking your head, accepting the fact that they are really forcing you to do this.

They all quickly finish their drinks and get ready to leave, hugging you before they exit the place, leaving you alone in the booth. Staring down at the stout in front of you, feeling nervous to just walk up to the guys a few tables away, though Harry told you to go over, however he didn’t invite you to join their group, just promised another round.

You take a few long gulps, hoping the strong drink will bring out your courage and before you could talk yourself down you grab your bag and drink, heading over to Harry and his friends. He is sitting at the far end so he easily spots you walking over, perching up in his seat when he sees you approaching.

“Hey,” you greet them all with a shy smile, waving around. There’s a blond guy sitting across Harry and a brunette with equally as many tattoos on his arms as Harry.

“Hey, you haven’t finished your drink,” Harry observes with a small smirk.

“Um, no. But my friends left and I was wondering if I could… join you guys.”

“Oh, the honor is yours! Take a seat beautiful!” the blonde one immediately slides further into the booth so you can sit across Harry. “I’m Niall, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“So very nice to meet you,” he grins at you, words thick with Irish accent. “That’s Louis over there,” he gestures towards the third man who nods in your way with a welcoming smile.

“Hi. I’m hoping I’m not interrupting though.”

“Oh, never,” Niall shakes his head immediately. “We saw you chatting up Harry at the bar, have been teasing him about going up to you since then,” he cheekily comments and you see Harry giving him a look, but Niall couldn’t care less.

All three of them are hilarious and you love the dynamic in their friendship. Niall is clearly the loud one, Louis is the cheeky who is always up for some mischief and Harry is somewhat the serious bloke, but it’s clear he doesn’t say no to any crazy ideas his two friends make up. You love the teasing and joking, they make you feel welcomed and as if you’d known them for longer than just an hour. As promised, you pay for Harry’s next drink, but you stick to just a lemonade, not wanting to overstep your own boundaries.

All while you’re sitting with the guys, you keep catching Harry eyeing you, your gazes meet over your drinks and at one point you feel his leg finding yours under the table, your ankles pressing together as he nudges you with his feet. You feel like a giddy teenager flirting with her crush, Harry’s effect on you is probably very clear too, but you don’t care.

Louis is the first one to leave and Niall follows not long later, leaving you alone with Harry. The nerves are raging in you as you try to figure out which way to take it. Though he seems like a nice guy, you still don’t want to take it any further than a hookup. Dating is just not in the cards for you right now. But how do you imply a one night stand? Do you ask him to come to your place? Or do you go to his? You would rather go to his so you can sneak out first thing in the morning, spare you an awkward talk over breakfast before you leave.

“We should… get going too,” you suggest and Harry nods in agreement, finishing up the last gulps of his beer. You take a deep breath and decide to just be straight forward. “Maybe I could go to yours? Have another round there?” Your suggestion comes out fainter than you intended, but you still manage to sound confident. Harry seems a little surprised, but he doesn’t voice it.

“Another? Thought you were done for the night,” he tells with an amused smirk.

“I’m sure you have something alcohol free,” you shrug innocently.

“I surely do,” he nods. “Alright, let’s get going.

He calls an Uber and the two of you sit close in the car, thighs touching and at one point his large hand finds your thigh, squeezing it gently that sets a fire in your core almost immediately. It’s been long you’ve been touched by a man, you were starting to forget what it feels like, but you know Harry will remind you well about it.

He lives in a nice townhouse and you note how it’s not too far from the campus you’ll be going to a lot in a week. He keys the two of you in, switching the lights on in his cozy home. It’s not messy, more like lived in. A lot of books everywhere, the furniture doesn’t match, but all together, the whole place is pulled together somehow. It’s very like him.

“So, what would you like to drink?” he asks walking into the open concept kitchen, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard. “I have some tea, orange juice, water…”

As you watch his broad back, his muscles moving under the soft fabric of his shirt, you quickly forget about any drink. You want him and you want him now. Walking up to him you slide between him and the kitchen counter, catching him by surprise when you cup his face in your hands and pull him down into a hard kiss, but a moment later his arms wrap around you, lifting you up from the ground until you are sat on the counter. You open your knees so he stands between them, his crotch meeting yours as you kiss messily, all tongues, tugging and nipping, but oh my! You absolutely love it. The man has a mouth full of magic and you can only imagine what else he can do with those lips.

A whimpered moan leaves your mouth when you feel his growing bulge rub against your core as his lips travel down your jawline and throat, kissing and licking on your heated skin.

“Harry, bedroom,” you demand grabbing onto his shoulders and he doesn’t waste a moment, picking you up into his arms and heading somewhere down the hallway. You can’t quite comprehend what way it is, you’re way too lost in the feeling of his lips on your collarbone and neck, surely leaving marks on you.

He lays you down to a king sized bed and gets on top of you right away, following his wandering down your body. His ring clad fingers work fast on the hem of your shirt, pulling it off you in a moment before he kneels up and gets rid of his own shirt. He looks breathtaking, all the tattoos littering his chest and stomach, you just want to kiss all of them, feel his skin on your lips.

As he unbuckles his leather belt you push down your skinny jeans, throwing the item to the side without ever taking your hands off him. The man surely has all your attention.

When his slacks join the rest of your clothes on the floor he climbs on top of you again, kissing down the valley between your breasts that are still covered in the lacy bra. Your underwear doesn’t match, but something is telling you Harry is more eager to see you without them than to examine them. When he hooks his fingers into your panties and starts pulling them down, you reach to your back, unclasping the bra and in a blink of an eye, you’re lying completely naked in front of him.

“Fuck, you look so hot, Y/N,” he breathes out before those magical lips start working on your nipples, making you moan and whimper under him.

Kissing down your stomach he spreads your thighs wide, gazing down at your naked sex and for a moment you feel a little self-conscious, but the lust in Harry’s eyes quickly makes it disappear.

“You’re gonna let me have a taste, baby?” he murmurs, sending shivers down your spine as you nod eagerly.

He is not a tease. Harry dives right in, his lips meeting your clit, working his magic and you cry out his name, fingers tangling into his locks to keep him in place, not that he is about to stop anytime soon. He clearly enjoys pleasuring you.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp when his tongue runs down your slit and he slowly pushes into you, making your back arch. You need him inside you, you need him to fill you up right now or else you’ll burst. “Harry,” you breathe out, tugging on his shoulders, urging him to come back up.

He climbs up your body, a satisfied smirk on his glistening lips and when he kisses you hungrily, you can taste yourself on him.

“Condom,” you urge him, hands pushing down on his briefs, lips still locked as he reaches to the bedside table. You hear the familiar sound of the package ripping before he leans back, your eyes falling on his naked erection for the first time and your lips part seeing his cock, knowing already he’ll feel you up so well. He rolls the condom on easily before returning to you, but you don’t stay in that position too long. You want to ride this man, see him come undone under you. Being on top is already one of your favorite positions, but with Harry, you just know it’s going to be amazing.

You push on his shoulder and he understands your intention without a spoken word, so he rolls to his back and lets you straddle him, glancing down at his cock that’s now grazing his lower stomach, so hard and throbbing just for you. His fingers dig into your hips when you wrap a hand around his length, positioning him to your center.

“Oh fuck!” he moans when you ease down, his cock filling you up inch to inch, feeling so amazing like nothing before.

“Shit,” you breathe out gasping when you sit on him fully, taking his whole length inside you, stretching your insides so nicely, your wet walls hugging him perfectly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs lowly as you start buckling your hips, moving back and forth, up and down, the friction you’re creating swallowing you up entirely.

Harry can’t take his eyes off you, a hand wandering up to cup your breast and you cover his hand with yours, encouraging him to squeeze, making you moan passionately. He starts buckling his hips in sync with your movements, meeting you with every little thrust, hitting just the right spots, building up your orgasm so easily like no man has ever done before.

“Harry, oh God!” you moan, falling forward, leaning onto your arms next to his head, your lips meet in a hungry and demanding kiss as he wraps his arms around your body, thrusting up into you hard and so good, you whimper against his lips.

“You’re gonna cum for me, baby? I wanna see you feel good,” he pants, never slowing down. A few moments later he rolls the two of you around, your back hitting the sheets again as he moves one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, hitting a spot that almost makes you see stars.

“Oh yes! There! Don’t fucking stop!” you cry out so loud, you can only hope the walls are thick enough to keep your voice locked in the room.

“Not planning to,” he chuckles shortly before burying his face in the crook of your neck. You hold onto him for dear life, fingers digging into his sweaty skin, feeling as if you are melting into him.

Harry rocks into you relentlessly, your toes curling as you feel your orgasm finally arriving, making you gasp for air.

“Harry! I’m gonna cum!” you moan and he lifts his head, never stopping, not even for a second. His green eyes lock on your gaze, curls flopping into his forehead as he watches you in awe.

“Let it go for me, baby. Cum all over me, I wanna see how good I’m making you feel.”

“So fucking good!”

He picks up his pace just enough to make you lose your mind. It hits you like a pile of bricks, your orgasm washing over you in intense waves as you moan his name again and again. Your walls clench around him and it’s enough to throw him over the edge as well. His thrusts become uncoordinated and harder as his mouth hangs open.

“Fuck, Y/N! You feel so fucking amazing!” he whimpers through his pleasure and you watch him fall apart, panting and gasping for air, trying to remember every little detail about him. This is an experience you surely won’t forget and will probably fantasize about a lot when you’re alone at home, playing with yourself, seeking release.

A few more sloppy thrusts later he stops, kissing your lips passionately before he pulls out and falls to the mattress next to you. You both need a few minutes to recover from it, just panting and laying numbly next to each other, Harry’s arm thrown over your stomach. You turn to the side and immediately meet his glistening eyes, filled with satisfaction and bliss. When he finally recollects himself he pecks your lips softly before leaving the bed. You watch him remove the used condom, tie it and toss it into the small trash can near his dressed before he moves to the bathroom. When he reappears, he is wearing a fresh pair of boxers and he has a wet washcloth in his hand. Sitting beside you he gently cleans you up as you murmur your thank you.

“Want something to sleep in?” he asks then and you nod. He grabs you a t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts that you put on gladly. They smell exactly like him, soap, something citrus-like and a hint of anise.

He returns to bed and pulls you into his embrace, you gladly make yourself comfortable curled up to his side. Lying there, feeling his fingers gently running up and down your arm almost makes you want more from him. You could get used to share a bed with him and it’s not just because of the mind-blowing sex, but he is a lovable person. You feel bad you’re planning to leave without a trace in the morning, but then you tell yourself it’s what has to happen.

Harry doses off soon and you follow him right after, the warmth of his body puts you to sleep easily. When you wake up it’s still clearly early. Harry is sleeping soundly next to you, face squished into the pillow and you almost stay, wanting to see what he’s like in the morning, but you don’t let yourself change your mind.

You get dressed into your own clothes and leave the ones he lent you on top of his dresser. You tiptoe out of his room and grab your bag before looking for a piece of paper and a pen. You quickly scribble down a short note for him.

“Had fun last night. Hope you won’t be mad, but I only saw it as a one night stand. You’re an amazing man, Harry. I’m glad we met. Xx –Y/N”

It’s more than nothing, than leaving without a word and you don’t let the guilt take over you. Taking one last look around, glancing in the way of the bedroom where he is still asleep, you pack it all up and put it to the back of your mind before walking out.

The last week before your classes start passes by faster than you imagined. It’s your last week fully in the office so you try to work a little ahead, staying in afterhours so you won’t have that much to take care of while you get used to being a uni student again. You usually get home after nine and basically fall into bed right away, and you even work during the weekend before the Monday when school starts. You go to bed way too late so it’s not a surprise you wake up late. You get ready in a rush, throwing out your plan to get a coffee on your way out the window since you are way behind time. Running across campus you’re lucky you already know your way around so you don’t have to wander around, looking for the room you have to be at, but even when you finally reach the right hallway you’re ten minutes late to the class.

Introduction to International Relations, held by Prof. Styles, 8.30-10.00, it reads on the little timetable attached to the way next to the closed doors and you pray the man didn’t start in time, so you’d be late with just a few minutes. Taking a deep breath you push the door open trying to make no sound and unfortunately, you are met with an auditorium full of people, everyone looking at you as if it was against the law to be a little late to class.

What the Hell is wrong with students these days? Being late was usual when I was a freshman, you think to yourself as you step inside, closing the door behind you, getting ready to apologize to the professor.

“I’m so sorry, Professor Styles, I—Shit,” you end your sentence with a whisper as your eyes fall on the man standing on the podium. He hasn’t turned to you, his eyes are fixed on a paper in his hand, probably the syllabus because he must have been in the middle of introducing the class, but the sudden whispering that starts upon your apology that turned into shit, he finally looks up and his eyes fall on your frozen figure.

Professor Styles is none other than Harry. As in The Harry you met at the pub a week ago, had the best sex with and left without leaving your number to him in the morning. Now he is staring back at you with the same amount of panic and surprise as you.

“What—I uhh…” He clears his throat, looking around and seeing about a hundred pairs of curious eyes who are witnessing the awkward run-in. “Take a seat,” he then firmly says, clenching his jaw as you nod.

With your heart beating in your throat you keep your eyes down on your feet as you rush over to a free seat somewhere at the front, since the back is already kinda full.

“So, uhh—As I was saying this is an introduction so we’ll talk about a lot of different topics, I want you to have a view of the most important aspects before moving onto separate fields.”

You don’t dare to look up as Harry talks about the class, the syllabus, how the semester will be built up and what you’ll have to do to pass. Scribbling your wobbly notes, you nervously bounce your legs under the desk, flashbacks from your time with him popping into your mind through the whole lecture.

This feels like something straight out of a ridiculous movie. How is it possible, that the one time you finally decide to have a one night stand with a hot guy, he turns out to be your professor?! That’s just your luck, it seems.

Harry doesn’t drag the lecture long, dismisses everyone after an hour once every question has been answered. You plan to escape right away, but it turns out Harry doesn’t want to just sweep it under the rug.

“Can I have a word with you?” he asks stepping to your desk as you are furiously shoving your stuff into your bag.

“Uh, sure,” you nod, not like you have a choice. You’d love to run, but he is your professor, it would sit well if you ditched him on the first day of school.

You slow your packing down so you finish right when the last student has left the room. Grabbing your bag you turn to face Harry who now seems furious, vivid if you might say. He strides over to the door and shuts it before facing you.

“You said you’re working!” is the first thing he throws at you, making you raise your eyebrows.

“Because I am! I’m finishing my masters so I can get a promotion!” you defend yourself.

“Wait, so how old are you?” he asks with a puzzled look.

“I’m twenty-four, what did you think?” You feel offended, did he think you were younger or older? Neither would sit well anyway, so there’s no good answer.

“I-I don’t know, but when you walked right into my class I surely thought you were twenty or something,” he explains exhaling sharply. “Okay, so twenty-four. But still, you could have told me you are a student here.”

“Excuse you? Why would have I told you, we met that night, of course I didn’t share my whole fucking life with you! Besides, you didn’t say a thing about being a college professor either,” you spat at him and it seems like he realizes your argument is quite valid. He can’t blame it all on you.

“Okay, you’re right. Sorry.”

There’s a short silence as the anger dies down and the awkwardness and shock returns. It’s such an impossible situation, you never thought you’d have to deal with anything similar. Having an affair with your professor? This shit is straight out of some teenage drama.

“I can… drop the lecture, if you want. Only took it as extra credit, because I was interested in it,” you offer the first rational option that comes to your mind.

“No, I mean… you don’t have to. Messing around with credits at this time sucks, you wouldn’t be able to find something else.”

“Okay, so then what?”

“I guess we’ll just pretend like nothing happened,” he shrugs before his eyes meet yours. “Like you did in the morning when you left without leaving your number.”

His comment spikes, you can tell he was hurt that you didn’t stay, though now is probably not the best time to bring it up.

“Well, sorry. I didn’t think of it as more,” you dryly say.

“That’s not how you came off, however. Having laughs with me and my friends like we’ve known each other for years and then…” he doesn’t finish, but you have an idea what he wanted to say. And then you had insanely good sex and fell asleep cuddling. It feels illegal to even think about it in this building.

“Look, I’m really sorry I left like that, but look at it this way: if we would have taken it further, it would be way worse now, wouldn’t it?”

“Maybe we would have talked more later and found out about this and wouldn’t have had to face each other under these circumstances.”

He has a point, but it doesn’t matter now. The past is the past and you have to figure out how to treat this odd situation.

“You think you can forget about it and we can be professional? I really don’t want this to affect my studies,” you truthfully ask. Harry stares at you for a long moment before nodding.

“I think we can make it work. We are both adults, let’s put it behind us.” You nod, satisfied with his answer. “So what’s your major and why do you need it for your job?”

“It’s communication. I’m set to take over our international partnership groups, but the board is set on having someone with a higher degree. I told my boss I started it back then but never finished when I started working. He said I would instantly get the position if I finished my masters, so… here I am.”

Harry nods, chewing on your answer. Suddenly, as you look at him, guilt washes over you. He is such a genuine and lovely man, yet you left so abruptly, never even giving him a chance. Not that it would have made this situation any different, but it seems like you hurt him.

“Harry, I really am sorry for leaving. I had a great time with you, but I don’t think dating just fits into my life right now. I felt like you’d want more and I didn’t want to deal with all the explaining and apologizing.”

“I get it. It just would have been nicer to talk it out. Not that it makes a change now,” he adds with a soft smile.

“So we’re good?” you ask hopefully.

“Yeah. Professional and all,” he smiles nodding and you feel like a rock has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Great. Well, I guess I’ll see you later, professor,” you add a little cheekily and you see the fire in his eyes instantly, but he holds his tongue, not commenting on how sexual it sounds from your mouth. You couldn’t miss out on the teasing.

“Dismissed,” he nods turning away from you as he walks back to his desk. You walk out with the longest sigh that’s ever left your lips.

“Professor Styles! You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Piper screams at you over Facetime later that week when the two of you have your usual little chat. You’re making dinner while she lies on her couch, staring at you from the screen with the widest eyes. You just told him the whole thing with Harry and she almost choked. “The man is a professor? This shit is wild!” “Not just a professor, he is my fucking teacher, Piper!” you chuckle awkwardly. You still haven’t fully wrapped your mind around the fact that you hooked up with your professor.

“How old is the dude to be teaching at a university?”

“Well, he said he is twenty-nine. I might have done a little search and since he is british, schooling was a little different for him. Apparently, he finished high school early as a fucking genius that he is, then uni, masters and everything. He started teaching at my school two years ago. The guy is like a big name in the field of social sciences.”

“Damn, he is a gem. So what’s gonna happen now? Y’all gonna fuck on his desk after class?”

“Piper!” you snap at her.

“What? I hope you’re not thinking about passing on him.”

“I passed on him way before I knew he was my professor. We can’t have anything going on because one, he is my professor and two, because I’m not looking for anyone to date.”

“You are so full of bullshit, Y/N,” she snorts. “So what if he is your professor? Just for this semester. Keep it a secret and then it’s done. You’re not some eighteen year-old freshman, he is just five years older than you.”

“You can’t be serious,” you shake your head. “I’m not going to have an affair with my teacher.”

“Not an affair, a relationship! You gotta hold onto good dick if you find one. This is what I did with Ronan,” she smirks satisfied.

“Yeah, it’s not happening.”

“Why not?”

“Piper, have you been listening to what I was saying?�� you ask in disbelief. “Yeah, five years is not much, but I’m pretty sure there’s a rule against teachers dating students.”

“Rules are for losers. You literally found the perfect guy and you’ll just throw him away? Said it yourself after your hookup that you liked the guy. Why are you being so difficult?”

“Sorry for not wanting to get myself or Harry out of the university,” you scoff turning the stove off under the sauce before you burn it all.

“Harry? So you’re just calling him Harry?” Piper wiggles her eyebrows at you, leaning closer to the camera and you just groan at her. How was this the only thing that stuck to her?

“I can’t fucking believe you,” you mumble under your breath.

“Okay, yeah, I get you. I truly do. But I’m also your friend who wants to see you happy. So I’m just saying that if he makes a move… be open. He is your professor for only one semester, so once it’s over you are free to do whatever. Fuck, date, anything.”

Soon enough you fall into a pattern with your everydays. Mondays, Tuesdays and Friday mornings are for school. Wednesdays and Thursdays are spent on campus at your lectures and you usually go into the office on Friday afternoons to make sure everything works fine before you go off for the weekend. Having so many credits accepted from before, you have less classes meaning that you have less work to do with school as well. There are a few papers and assignments, but nothing too crazy. You genuinely enjoy your classes, each of them unique in a different way but if you’re being honest, Harry’s class is your favorite. He has done a great job at building up the lectures. Introduction classes tend to be shallow and boring, but not Harry’s. He has chosen interesting but still important topics and he makes sure the students are always involved and he isn’t just reading up his slides dully. There are a lot of discussions, everyone gets to tell their opinion and Harry genuinely seems interested in anything his students have to say.

You also came to realize his class is full of girls, only a handful of men dared to sign up. You didn’t pay attention the first time for obvious reasons, but as you looked around the next week you saw heart eyes and lustful gazes towards the man standing on the podium talking. You’re not sure if Harry doesn’t notice it or just chooses to ignore it, but he is doing a good job at staying professional. In the aspect of your situation as well.

For a bit you were afraid he would have hard feelings towards you or treat you differently, but it’s not the case. You are just another pair of curious eyes and ears at his lectures, only that sometimes you catch yourself daydreaming about that one night. When that happens you can always feel yourself blushing and an irrational fear that Harry can hear your thoughts invades your mind, though it’s stupid. But you always try to stay low just in case.

It’s early October when an unexpected project lands in your hands at work, setting you back in your schedule. You work through the weekend just to get it right but that means that you couldn’t start working on your paper for Harry’s class that has to be turned in by the end of the week. So next Monday morning when class is over you walk up to him to ask for some more time.

“Hey, can I have a word with you?” you ask and as he glances up at you he seems surprised you initiated a private conversation.

“Sure, what’s the matter?”

“I just wanted to ask if I could have just a little more time to turn my paper in. I know it’s due Friday, but I’m a little behind and it would be amazing if I could work on it on the weekend. I’m sure I’d be done by next Monday.”

You’re afraid he might think you want to use your history and take advantage of it, but it seems like Harry looks more concerned than upset about your request.

“Yeah, sure. Everything alright though?”

Your eyes wander around the room, only a few more people are left inside and they are heading out as well. For some reason, you are a little paranoid that someone might figure out what happened between you and Harry though it’s nearly impossible.

“I’m good, I just got some extra work last week and it totally threw me off.”

“Oh, what kind of project?”

“I just have to put together a communication plan for three of our partners and it’s taking way more time than I expected,” you admit with a chuckle.

“I think I have an amazing book about international communication plans. I could lend it to you, if you’d like. It has amazing tips on sustainability.”

“That would be… amazing,” you say, surprised by his nice offer.

“Are you on campus tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I have a lecture. I can come by your office.”

“Fantastic,” he smiles warmly. “And don’t worry about the paper. You’re not the first one to ask for more time. If you hand it in on Monday it’s gonna be perfectly fine,” he assures you.

“Thank you Harry. I-I mean Professor Styles,” you correct yourself, feeling awkward that you called him by his first name, but he just chuckles.

“You can call me Harry outside class.” “Okay,” you smile nodding. “Then, see you tomorrow,” you say as you leave the room.

You spend the rest of the day working unfortunately, still a lot to do with your project. It’s hard to harmonize three different companies from three nations, working in different time zones. The next day you decide to skip your lecture in the noon. The professor is not too strict on attendance so you’re just gonna find a nice coffee place, set up a temporary office and work some more so you can finish everything on time.

You find Harry’s office easily. The door is open and you spot him sitting behind his desk right away, searching for something in a stack of papers. His office resembles a lot to his home, it has a cozy vibe but looks still very much academic with all the books lining on the shelves on the two sides of his desk. You knock on the doorframe as you arrive and his green eyes shoot up to your figure.

“Hey! Come on in!” he smiles at you. “Just a moment please,” he asks, still vigorously flipping the pages until he finally stops. “Here it is, I’ve been looking for it for ages,” he mumbles to himself and you smile. He looks a lot like the version of him you met at the bar. A fun, nice guy, clearly a little lost in his own world, but it amuses you rather then annoys. You wonder what could be happening in that brilliant mind of his.

He pushes himself away from the table and walks over to his bag that lies on the small sofa in the corner. Digging into it he pulls out a thick book that he hands over to you.

“Wow, lengthy,” you chuckle as you flip through the pages quickly.

“Yeah, looks a little dry but I promise it’s good. I put a note to the chapters that are the most relevant to you,” he explains and just then you spot a yellow post-it on one of the pages, a few more following behind.

“Oh, thank you. That’s really nice of you.” You smile up at him warmly, holding the book to your chest. “I’ll bring it back as soon as I’m done.”

“Take your time,” he nods. “And how is it going so far?”

“Uh, it’s… going,” you say with a tired chuckle. “It’s a little tricky, but I’m sure I’ll solve it. I’m gonna work some more on it now, so hopefully I’ll be done within the next few days.”

“You’re not going to class?”

“No, I allowed myself a skip this week so I’m gonna find a café or something.”

“You could… stay here, if you’d like. I could even help if you let me have a look at it. I mean I’m not an expert in communication but I’m good with multicultural stuff.” His offer catches you by surprise and for a moment you want to say no, but then you realize he might actually be helpful. Another set of eyes is always beneficial.

“You don’t have a class?”

“Not until four, no.”

“And you sure I can stay? I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not. Please, I would love to take a look at what you’ve put together.”

You hesitate for another moment, but then let your bag slip off your shoulder as you walk over to the armchair in front of his desk.

You pull your laptop out of your bag and set it on the table so both of you can see from the two sides of the desk. You open up what you have so far, explaining it in details and Harry listens intently, nodding and humming along so you know he is following. At the end you tell him your concerns, the ones you’ve been trying to rule out these past few days so you can finish it all up.

“This looks amazing, Y/N. I’m very impressed by the way you synchronized it all.” “Thank you, but it’s not perfect, so I have a lot to work on. Any thoughts though?”

Harry asks you a few questions before he gives his two cents, telling you what he would do and change. His point of view actually helps a lot, allows you to see the whole thing from a different angle and he gives you some awesome tips. Before you could realize, the two of you are deep in the project, all kinds of books splattered across his desks as you work together to finish the thing. Two hours pass by as it was just two minutes, but at the end, you have it all figured out.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe it’s done!” you breathe out, scrolling through the document you put together for your boss. Everything is put together, well-thought and in place, thanks to Harry’s help. “Harry, thank you. You literally saved my life,” you chuckle softly, leaning back in the armchair you haven’t left in hours.

“You had a strong base, I just helped you find a few solutions, but it was all you.”

“Don’t belittle it, you literally had so many ideas even in fields you are not familiar with. You really are a genius.”

“I’m just good at using my sources,” he smiles at you, glancing down at all the books he has pulled out during the process. “It was fun working on something so practical, I’m way too used to literal things.”

“Oh stop, you want me to feel bad because you are this ridiculously smart college professor who doesn’t get to work on practical projects?” you tease him earning a boyish smile.

“Maybe I do want that.”

“Well, you’re not getting it,” you laugh and he joins you. Once the mood settles you realize how good it felt to be around him. The dynamic the two of you had was so great, working with him felt like a fun activity. And now that you’re done, you really don’t want to leave this office though you know you have to.

“You know, I might come to you with work stuff all the time. You just spared so much time for me, I really thought I wouldn’t finish before Friday.”

“My door is always open,” he smirks shrugging. “I’m glad we got to work together. You really are great at what you are doing. Your boss is lucky to have you around. I’m sure you’ll be an amazing group leader once you get your degree.”

“Thank you.”

His compliment actually means a lot. Aside from this weird situation, Harry is a brilliant mind in his field. Hearing him tell you that he thinks you are doing an amazing work is such a boost to your ego.

“Well, I owe you one for this,” you tell him as you start packing up.

“Yeah? I’ll keep that in mind for sure,” he smirks, watching you put your things away.

“Mhm, see you around, Harry,” you smile, waving in his way before walking out.

“See you, Y/N.”

Thanks to Harry you get to turn in your project in time and write his paper until the original due date as well. You send it in email and for your biggest surprise he answers later that day.

“Glad you could finish in time, can’t wait to read your thoughts on the topic! –H”

It’s a simple message, but what catches your eyes is the signature at the end. It reads his full name, Prof. Harry Edward Styles, the school’s name, his official office hours and at the very end… his phone number.

Looking at it you think it seems a little out of place, as if it doesn’t belong there originally, he just added it to your email, but you can’t tell. Is this a hint? Does he want you to call or text him? What if he puts it into every email, not just yours? Would it be awkward to text? Why do you even want to text him in the first place? You agreed to stay away from him!

It keeps eating you the whole evening, staying on your mind, doesn’t matter what you do. After you’ve drunk a glass of wine with your dinner you finally make up your mind, convincing yourself it’s strictly friendly as you type in the words.

Y/N: Turned my project in, my boss already emailed me he likes it so far. Thanks for the help again. –Y/N

His reply comes fast and luckily, he doesn’t question why you decided to text him.

Harry: Glad I could help! Ran over your paper, looks great too. You’re doing an amazing job, Y/N.

There’s no stopping after that. The two of you keep talking through texts and though it’s all casual and friendly, you don’t feel bad about it, because in class, you still keep it professional and you have no advantage. He treats you just like any other student, keeping your friendship away from whatever happens in the classroom.

The line slowly starts to blur, however. You think way more about Harry than you should and you actually find yourself regretting that you’re not able to get as close to him as you want. He fascinates and attracts you in ways no one ever could before and something is telling you he shares these feelings, but you are both keeping it at bay, afraid what would happen if you let your desires take the lead. You just wish you could go out with him, have drinks with him and his friends like the night you met him, forget about how he would always stand on the podium on Monday morning no matter what happens and he’ll be grading your papers. Mixing feelings with this impossible situation might turn it into a disaster and you know you have to stay strong, but it’s getting harder.

Harry is the kind of teacher who likes to finish his class before everyone else, so when December rolls around everyone already has their grades from the papers that had to be turned in through the semester, so when December rolls around it’s all just free talks, he starts interesting discussions about topics students want to talk about. His lectures feel like free time but still, no one skips them because they are always so entertaining and interesting.

“Alright, we’ll meet for the last time next week. As per suggested, we’ll talk about the European Union so get your questions and thoughts ready,” he smiles around, ending the lecture. “Y/N? Can we talk for a second?”

“Sure,” you smile at him. Putting your things away you walk up to his desk much more carelessly than before.

“So I have a question and you can totally tell me if you don’t want to go, but there’s this great International Affairs Summit next weekend just a few towns over, not more than a two hours ride. I thought that you might be interested in going? They’ll have some awesome presentations and displays, thought it might interest you.”

For the first time since you’ve met him, he seems nervous, stumbling over his words a little as he avoids looking into your eyes. He looks so much younger, not at all like the respected professor that he is. He is just Harry now, the guy you bonded over that stout he paid for.

“Sounds nice,” you answer smiling at him, he seems surprised at your answer. “I would love to go.”

“Really?” You chuckle at his disbelief.

“Really.”

“Just to be clear it’s not a school thing, it’s gonna be the two of us,” he clears and your grin widens.

“It’s clear. Still want to go.”

“Amazing,” he breathes out, a smile finally tugging on his lips. “I can pick you up in the morning.”

“Sure. Can we discuss the details in text? I have a meeting soon.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. We’ll talk later,” he nods enthusiastically, seemingly very joyful that you agreed to go on this trip with him.

“See you later, Harry!” you wave at him walking out of the classroom.

“Later!”

Piper would be very satisfied to know that you are going away with Harry this weekend. Though you still try to tell yourself it’s nothing more than just a friendly thing, you’re not fooling yourself. You want it to be more and now that the semester is over, your doubts and fears are almost fully forgotten and left at the beginning of September. Soon Harry won’t be your professor and you now see that it wouldn’t be that bad if something more happened between the two of you. You grew close through the year even though you only kept in touch through phone, appearing publicly wasn’t really an option, but still, you got to know him better and you liked him. A lot. There was no use in denying that.

Harry picks you up early in the morning and so the little trip begins. You take control over the music and play some of your favorites to him while he drives, educating him on recent popular music. Then he shows you some of his favorites, playing a lot of Fleetwood Mac and you weren’t expecting anything else from him.

He looks great today in a creamy colored knitted sweater, black wool coat and grey checkered slacks. His hair is now longer than when you met him for the first time, but it just adds to his amazing look, he rocks it pretty well.

The two hours pass by fast and you arrive to the Summit. Checking out the program the two of you choose the presentations you’re most interested in, leaving some time in the middle of the day to have lunch somewhere near.

You choose a sandwich bar that has a nice winter garden at the back looking out to a little pond. You sit at a small table, the conversation hasn’t stopped since the morning, only paused when the presentations were happening, but you always picked up right where you were before. Harry tells you about his time at university back in the UK and you’re a little surprised to hear that he was kind of a wild kid for a while.

“You? Wild?” you laugh. “I can’t picture it.

“It was mostly the first year though. Felt like I can’t miss out on anything so I was at every party and gathering,” he chuckles softly.

“And why did you stop?” “I don’t know,” he shrugs, but you know he is not telling you the truth, so you gently kick his leg under the table. “Alright, but you can’t laugh!”

“I won’t, I promise!”

“It sounds very nerdy, but I fell in love with studying. I mean I was always a good student, that’s why I could finish high school earlier, but I did it to be done with it already. But then I grew an odd love to studying, to learning new things. I wanted to read every book there is, know everything in the world.”

“And do you know everything now?” you ask with a soft smile, completely in awe with how he talks about his passion for sciences. You don’t find it funny at all, more admirable.

“Not even a fraction of it,” he chuckles. “But I learn something new every day,” he shrugs.

“What did you learn today?”

“That Nicki Minaj and Miley Cyrus had… beef?” He is a little unsure about the last word that you taught him today in the car when you were listening to a song from Miley. It sounds so funny hearing from his mouth.

“Yeah, beef,” you nod chuckling. “Great knowledge you’ve learned today.”

“I learn a lot from you,” he smiles cheekily. “But really. I’m glad you could come today. Felt like I needed to take this step since you took the one before this.”

“Huh?” you ask, a little confused about what he is talking about. Then, as if he realizes he just said something he shouldn’t have, he chuckles nervously, keeping his eyes on his iced tea on the table.

“Well, I hope this won’t be too weird, but when you emailed me your paper back in October and I replied… I put my phone number into my signature and told myself that if you use it, I’ll take it as a hint that you… are open to more. And you did send me a text, took the risk so I thought I should be taking it next.”

You look at him in awe. So you were right, he did put his number in just for you and wanted you to use it. You’re amazed at how sneaky he was to find out how you’re feeling about him, but now you’re glad you took the risk and texted him.

“So you asked me to come today. I see where we are standing,” you nod smirking.

“You’re not mad? At the number thing?”

“Why would I?” you ask with a soft chuckle. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes, but we agreed to keep it professional and all along I yearned for something more and threw you this hint. When I sent the email I wanted to take it back immediately, thinking that you’d see through me right away,” he admits.

“Well, I didn’t,” you tell him making him laugh. “I debated for a long time whether I should text you or not and then just… said fuck it!”

“I’m glad you did,” he smirks and his gaze holds yours for a little, you can feel the moment you’re sharing. This conversation has definitely opened a door for the two of you.

The rest of the day passes by peacefully. You love having Harry with you and discuss the presentations with him later. He has a great mind, you love sharing your thoughts with him, get deep whenever something really catches your attention. It’s so easy to talk to him and you actually feel like he values your thoughts, unlike some men you had to deal with in the past.

During the ride back home you keep thinking about whether you should take it any further or not. You surely don’t want him to be just a one night stand anymore, it’s still very fresh but you actually feel like you’ve started falling for him and you wonder where he is standing in the situation right now. Today has changed a lot so when he parks in front of your building, you decide to just risk it again, like you did it so many times with him.

“Would you want to come up for a little? I could show you that article I talked about today,” you say, trying to sound calm though you see the surprise in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting this invitation.

“I… would love to. You sure it’s not too late?”

“Positive,” you smirk at him unbuckling yourself.

He follows you up to your apartment. It’s definitely not as big as his home, but you take pride in it. It’s the perfect size for you and you’ve worked a lot on making it your home. Harry is looking around, inspecting the place as you walk into the small kitchen and grab two bottles of beer, offering one for him.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, following you to sit on the plush couch you adore so much. It feels like a cloud is swallowing you up. “This place suits you.”

“Thanks. You know, this is what I thought about yours too.”

“Yeah? I think mine is just a mess,” he chuckles, taking a sib from his beer.

“It’s a good mess. Liked it.”

There is some tension, but in a good way if you might say. As if you both were unsure about where it’s heading, walking on eggshells, not knowing where the boundaries are lying as of right now.

“You know, the semester is almost over,” you imply, giving him an innocent look.

“I’m very much aware of that, the pile of tests on my desk waiting to be graded reminds me every day of it,” he chuckles making you smile too.

“Mhm and it also means that very soon you won’t be my professor anymore.”

You scoot closer, your knees coming in contact with his thigh and he sucks on his breath, looking down at the spot where you two touch. You really hope he won’t turn you down, because you’ve already gotten your hopes up about making it work.

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” you nod confidently. He doesn’t move and you’re losing patience. So grabbing his beer from his hand you place his and yours as well to the small coffee table before shamelessly swinging a leg over him, sitting on his lap. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders and his hands immediately find their way to your waist, his thumb caressing the skin that shows from under your ridden up shirt. However you see hesitation in his eyes.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on in your head, talk to me,” you ask him softly, tilting your head to the side.

“I just… I know soon it’s gonna be alright for us to… you know. But I… I hope you know it’s not a game for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“That I’m all in, Y/N. I know it’s been a crazy few months, but I really like you. A lot. I love talking to you, I love it when you are talking so passionately about things that interest you. I love how open and hardworking you are. I think that you’re an amazing person and I don’t want this to just be some passing, quick thing. I’m serious about this. About you.”

You can’t hold your growing smile back as your hands move up to cup his cheeks. Leaning closer you peck his lips softly.

“Great. Because I’m serious too.”

Harry breathes out in relief and a second later he is kissing you hungrily, letting his desire take over after holding back for so long. You weren’t the only one having a hard time during lectures. He hated how he always found himself looking in your way, thinking about how beautiful you are, how amazing it felt to hold you in his arms and it ached his heart that he had to keep himself so far away from you. When you took the risk and texted him, he could cry in excitement and he knew right in that moment that he is fucked for you.

Though it started a little rocky, now that he has you in his arms again, he wouldn’t change a thing, because it brought him to this very moment and he is overwhelmed with joy. He is more than ready to show you how serious he is about you, not just with his words but his actions, so he is quick to leave the couch and navigate into your bedroom to relive that mind-blowing night the two of you shared back in late August.

“Congrats, Miss Y/L/N. We are looking forward to seeing you work your magic as the leader of the group.” The executive manager shakes your hand and you see your boss from the corner of your eye, looking at you proudly.

“Thank you. I won’t disappoint,” you smile back.

You say your goodbye to everyone else in the room before finally heading out with the widest smile on your face. You did it. You finally got the promotion.

You finished your masters just a month ago and this meeting was scheduled almost immediately. For a while you were afraid they wouldn’t wait until you finish your studies, but they proved that they wanted no one else but you, making you feel so valued.

Walking back to your office you do the rest of your work left for the day, finishing up every pending task so you can be free for the weekend. When five o’clock finally comes you pack up and head out. Pushing through the double doors you step out into the warm July afternoon, immediately spotting a mop of curls you know all too well. Harry is waiting for you leant against his car with a huge bouquet of flowers, smiling at you with pride as he watches you cross the parking lot.

“What’s this for?” you ask teasingly when he pushes himself away from the car and kisses you softly before saying anything.

“A little something to celebrate your promotion.”

“How do you know I got it?” you ask, trying your best to sound serious. He narrows his eyes at you in suspicion.

“I knew you’d get it, who else would get it? Did they not fucking give it to you?” he asks, working himself up at the thought that you weren’t the one to get promoted.

“Relax, I got it,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him a little longer this time.

“I was ready to fight whoever I needed to,” he mumbles against your lips, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“What a gentleman,” you giggle pecking his lips again.

“That I am. And not just because I would throw a fist for my love, but because I knew you’d get it so I went ahead and booked us a mini vacation for this weekend. So let’s head home, you have thirty minutes to pack before we leave,” he smirks down at you, clearly satisfied with himself.

Harry is always full of surprises. In the one and half year you’ve been officially together, he never failed to surprise you with the tiniest things, make you feel loved and appreciated no matter how long you’ve been dating.

“Where are we going?” you ask in excitement, eyebrows shooting up on your forehead.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

Harry listened to every hint you’ve dropped how you’d love to spend some time away in some cabin in the woods, disconnecting from the world just for a little and he found the perfect place for that a few hours away. He knew you’d be the one to get promoted so he took the risk to book it weeks ahead, making sure you’ll have the perfect place for the celebration. You have a slight guess it’s gonna be like that because Harry is great at taking hints, but what you doesn’t know is that deep down his already packed suitcase, there’s a little velvety box with a ring inside it that he plans to put on your finger this weekend, hoping you’ll give him the answer he wants to hear.

And you will. Because you are head over heels in love with this man, have been for a while and you want to spend the rest of your life with him.

The two of you head home and your hand finds his over the shifting gear, lacing your fingers together with his. Glancing at you he kisses your knuckles, pressing a long kiss to your empty ring finger.

“I love you,” he tells you and the three little words never fail to make your heart flutter. While the lamp is still red you quickly lean over and steal a kiss from his soft, pink lips.

“I love you too, professor,” you tell him teasingly. He didn’t like it when you called him that back when he was still just your professor, but since the air has been clear, he grew a liking to it, especially because he can’t get enough of hearing you moan it in the bedroom.

You call him a lot of other pet names too. Baby, H, Har, Sweets, whatever comes to your mind while he likes calling you his baby, Angel, Princess or Love. And as the two of you head home he thinks about how he wants two new names to be added to the list. Husband and wife.

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Stardust - CHANGMIN

So like. This was the first full scenario I wrote for TBZ and I can’t believe I wrote this before actually even STARTING No Air, but whatever! It was cute! I couldn’t help myself but I didn’t want to post this before No Air so that’s why it’s late

Thank you to @deathbykpopboys for helping me put this scenario together! Honestly I don’t think I’d ever write anything without sunny hhhh she’s always so great with ideas <3

Pairing: Changmin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, a little angst if you squint, teacher!au

Triggers: alcohol, cursing

Word Count: 2.7k

Changmin sometimes thinks you’re a little too perfect to exist.

TBZ Masterlist | No Air | Touching Stars | Breathe, and Live

Friday nights are always fun, for Changmin. Friday’s the last day of the work week and kind of blends into the weekend, and because he’s a schoolteacher, he (sort of) gets the weekend off. Sure, he might be making lesson plans or writing reports or doing other important, not fun things, but he also has his stolen moments for dance or shopping or things that he doesn’t have time to do during the week. He’s free, more or less.

The last Friday night of each month, though, Changmin enjoys the most, when he, Jacob, and Kevin meet up for cheap food and drinks. And as much as Changmin likes to wreak havoc on the lives of his fellow teachers (mostly by scaring the wits out of them with dolphin screams and horror movie masks), he really does enjoy their presence in his life and appreciates them for it.

They haven’t a missed a night so far, not since that time Jacob was out with the flu and Kevin had a family emergency. And even though Changmin’s definitely done and said some stupid (read: really embarrassing) things while under the influence, the pros of each night always end up outweighing the cons. So if Changmin wakes up the next morning with a hangover, well, that’s just a side effect of having some fun.

But sometimes he has thoughts. Thoughts that he’s repressed so well he might not even register them, but that exist nonetheless. And Changmin, sadly, is a truthful drunk. His thoughts come spilling out of his mouth, mostly unfiltered, whenever he’s had enough to drink.

And this week, Changmin has been having thoughts. Thoughts that he isn’t sure he wants to spill.

If he drinks, they’ll flood out. It’s the way Changmin works – he’s had enough experiences with alcohol and his brain that he knows what will happen. As he stares at the soju bottle on the table, he knows that if he drinks, he’ll probably regret it in the morning. Not necessarily because he’ll remember what he says – his memory tends to get a bit spotty even after a round of light drinking – but because Kevin definitely will.

Normally, Changmin would praise God for Kevin's ability to remember drunk things. Coupled with his inability to lie, it makes for so much potent blackmail. Sure, Kevin makes Changmin and Jacob swear not to talk about anything he said under the influence, but Changmin isn't an angel the way Jacob is. If it came down to it, he'd sell Kevin's secrets for a single corn chip and some entertainment.

(Okay, not really. But the point still stands.)

If he complained about this to people, they’d probably just laugh and say something about how Kevin is a precious pure meme, that he’d never sell out Changmin’s deepest thoughts for anything. After several years of working with him, though, Changmin knows better.

(He’ll just say that sometimes, Mr. Kev Kev isn't the happy-go-lucky meme-y little boy that everyone likes to make him out to be.)

So maybe Changmin shouldn't be drinking tonight. There isn’t necessarily a lot on his mind, but he’s been thinking of things that he doesn't want spilled just yet, and drinking will only make that possibility a reality.

Isn’t that what alcohol is for, though? To make those worries disappear, if only for a short while? The soju beckons at Changmin, even more so when Kevin actually opens the bottle. Eventually, he throws caution to the wind and fills his own glass.

It’s a clear night, mostly. A bit cloudy, but no sign of rain, and there’s a pleasant little breeze that feels cool against his cheeks. Sitting at one of the small tables outside of the restaurant, Changmin loses himself in the food and the conversation.

After an hour, Jacob decides he needs to leave because he’s supposed to meet with his family the next day and can’t get too plastered. Kevin calls him a noob while making a face, but Jacob, being the angel he is, just pats him on the head on his way out. Privately, Changmin thinks Kevin is much more of a noob than Jacob, but the alcohol hasn’t addled his mind enough to say that out loud just yet.

At some point, though, the world becomes pleasantly muddy. Changmin can register what’s going on at a distant level and he probably shouldn’t drink too much more, but he takes a last shot anyway, just as Kevin asks a slightly slurred “How’s life with Y/N?”

A stupid smile stretches across Changmin’s lips. “Kevin, oh my God, she’s perfect.” He grins, the breeze cool against his flushed cheeks. "She’s so beautiful, it doesn't make sense that we exist in the same world."

Kevin mutters something that sounds like "whipped" and "so soft."

Changmin is sure that if he were sober, he would've attacked his fellow teacher by now, but his tipsy haze is too pleasant to interrupt. He just wants to keep talking. "Kevin," he whines. "Pay attention."

"Okay." Face flushed, Kevin puts his chin on his fist. "'M listening."

"Y/N’s so beautiful." Dimly, Changmin is aware that he's just repeating himself, but he can't help it. The point needs emphasis. "Kevin, she’s so amazing. So much more amazing than me. So smart. Did you know Y/N knows like ten programming languages?"

Tipsily, Kevin shakes his head. "What... what's a program."

"Computer shit." Changmin plays idly with his shot glass. "Doesn't matter. So smart, so nice, so... lovely, Kevin. Y/N’s good at everything. She cuts fruit for me when I work late and make me go to sleep. She doesn’t know anything about dance and tries to help anyway. She works so hard and never takes anyone’s shit and she always knows when I need time alone or when I need comfort.” His mouth draws down into a slight frown. “She’s like... she’s like..."

Why is it so hard to come up with something to explain you? Your entire existence defies definition. How can he even find something comparable to the way you sparkle in his eyes?

Ignoring Kevin’s gaze trained on him, Changmin slumps over the table, eyes gazing out at the dark night. A few stars manage to glitter past the clouds and the piercing lights of the Seoul skyline.

Stars. Something tugs at the back of Changmin’s brain. Stars. Sparkly.

An image of your smile pops, unbidden, in his mind. Your bright eyes glimmer. Like stars.

Oh.

Stardust.

Yes, stardust.

You're like stardust, warm and gentle and... magical. Magical to the touch.

"She’s like." Changmin hiccups. "She’s like stardust, Kevin. Stardust. Perfect. Warm.”

A tear trickles down Kevin's cheek. Changmin has exactly two seconds to ready himself in his drunken haze before Kevin launches himself at his purple hoodie, loosely grasping at the soft cloth as he fully encases Changmin within his arms. "Ji Changmin," he sobs, muffled, "that is the most adorable thing I've ever heard you say."

Even sober, Changmin doesn't think he'd know what to say in response to that, so he just stays silent. It's not like Kevin would even hear him over the sound of his overemotional crying.

Anyway, Kevin's hug feels nice. Warm. Changmin doesn't think he needs to speak words at the moment, he's too comfortable. It's not the same as being in your arms, but he'll settle for it now. He burrows a little deeper into his friend's hold.

“You little child, you,” Kevin sobs into his shoulder. “You’re so sweet and small and warm, I can’t believe you exist.”

Changmin doesn’t feel like replying. There’s a bubble of something growing in his chest that he can’t entirely decipher right now, and his brain has focused on that. It’s some sort of emotion, he thinks. It doesn’t feel very pleasant.

His head gets pulled out of Kevin’s arms. He whines a little, annoyed by the lack of warmth, but he doesn’t really have the presence of mind to do anything but sit there limply as Kevin starts shaking him back and forth, still wailing about how “adorable his little Ji Changminnie is.”

The bubble keeps growing as Kevin keeps shaking him. It doesn’t feel like vomit – Changmin knows that sensation a bit too well – but it makes him feel a little sick. A little upset. The bubble feels suffocating, cold, but it also burns.

Not vomit. He doesn’t feel nauseous. But still unpleasant.

Kevin goes back to hugging Changmin into his chest, which soothes the bubble a little bit. The soft warmth of Kevin’s sweater smooths the burning and takes away the edge of the cold. But the bubble still stays as Changmin rocks back and forth in his friend’s hold, blankly trying to decipher the stupid emotion growing in his heart.

“There’s a bubble.” The words slip out of his mouth just past Kevin’s ear. “There’s a bubble in my chest.”

“Bubble?” Kevin pulls back slightly, flushed face confused. “What bubble?”

Changmin vaguely gestures at his chest as best he can with Kevin’s arms partially trapping his hands. “Here. Doesn’t feel good.”

Kevin’s eyes squint. “Need to vomit?”

“Nooooo,” Changmin whines. “Kevin, it’s a bubble.” He pauses. “Think it’s an emotion.”

He hears Kevin suck in a breath. “I can’t believe my precious little Scorpio child is finally feeling emotions,” the older boy says in a stage whisper, loud enough for at least the next two tables to hear. Changmin has enough presence of mind to slap him. “Hey!”

“It hurts.” Changmin’s lips pout deeper. “I don’t like it.”

“Aww, no, baby.” Kevin pats his head – a little too hard, but Changmin can deal with that. “Why does it hurt? What emotion is it?”

Changmin racks his brains for the word. It’s not a good feeling, so he tries to eliminate the good words as they pass through his mind. Not pleasant. Definitely not happy. Not calm, either.

Sadness? Maybe that’s part of it, but it’s not specific enough. Anger? Not really.

Fear?

Changmin isn’t scared of many things. He loves horror movies and thinks possessed dolls are cute, and it’s hard for anyone to really startle him. Fear is not an emotion that regularly appears in his repertoire.

But this time…

“I’m scared.” The two words slip out of his mouth, quiet, lonely. “’M scared, Kevin.”

Kevin pulls back again. “Changmin, you’re never scared.”

“I am now.” He purses his lips petulantly.

“Why?”

Unconsciously, the corners of his lips turn down even further into a blank pout. "Sometimes I think Y/N’s gonna leave. Slip through my fingers."

Even tipsy, Changmin can tell there are more tears welling up in Kevin's eyes. "But… you love each other?"

"Y/N’s stardust." Changmin's pout deepens. "Too perfect. She’s gonna realize that, that I'm not... I'm not good enough but she’s too nice to say that so she’ll just slip away." He hiccups again, feeling his cheeks burn with drink, fluttering his fingers loosely to make sure Kevin gets the point. "Like stardust."

Kevin remains silent for one, two, three seconds. Changmin takes that time to drain the last little bit of soju left in his cup.

Then Kevin nearly knocks the cup out of his hand when he literally grabs Changmin and forces him to curl up into his sweater, nose buried in the soft folds of cloth. “You beautiful, pure little child, you,” he coos, patting Changmin’s head (still a little too hard, but Changmin really doesn’t feel the need to deal with it right now). “You small little child. You poor, small child. Y/N is so in love with you, there’s no way she’ll ever leave.”

“Stardust,” Changmin reminds Kevin, words muffled into his sweater.

“Stardust,” Kevin agrees. “But good stardust. Gonna stay with you. Never going to leave.”

Changmin doesn’t remember much of what happens after that. He knows that they eventually pay for everything and Kevin’s partner picks them up (well, they were the one who was supposed to pick the two of them up. He doesn’t actually register the driver’s face, but Changmin hears Kevin calling them “love muffin, better than Beyonce,” so it’s probably them. He refuses to acknowledge any alternatives), but he’s too drunk and too tired to process anything else.

Somehow, he wakes up the next day curled up in his bed, forehead threatening to split from the dull pain. Mentally, he thanks himself for closing the shades before he passed out last night (or was it morning? He isn’t completely sure when he got home) so that the sunlight isn’t adding to his headache.

Get up, Changmin, he tells himself, summoning the strength to swing his legs out of bed. Step by step, he exits his room and slowly brushes his teeth before heading toward the kitchen for a bottle of water or something to get rid of the pounding in his head.

Changmin’s so out of it that he doesn’t register the smell of something cooking wafting out of the kitchen before he’s almost in it. He finally stops, confused, just in time to see your head poke out from the kitchen entrance.

For a second, Changmin just stares at you, brain buffering as he tries to come up with a suitable greeting in his hungover state. There’s this look on your face that Changmin’s muddled mind can’t seem to decipher.

Oh, God.

You look like you’re about to cry.

He panics. What did he do wrong? Did he say something bad last night? He can’t remember anything – how badly did he screw up, what the hell did he do –

Then you leap at him, much the same way Kevin did last night, and bury your face into his shoulder.

“Ji Changmin,” you say, words muffled into his rumpled shirt, “I love you so much.”

Changmin’s mouth can only come up with a confused “huh?”

You pull back, eyes shining with tears, but mouth stretched into a beautiful, beautiful smile. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember what you told Kevin last night,” you say teasingly, though there’s a hint of uncertainty in your gaze.

Slowly, slowly, the events of last night begin to piece themselves together in Changmin’s brain. Every single stupid word he said to Kevin in his drunken stupor comes flooding back in one massive, jumbled mess.

He blushes.

“Ji Changmin.” You cup his puffy, red cheeks between your hands, voice trembling. “Listen to me. I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to slip through your fingers and, fucking, I don’t know, fly away. Because I am not perfect, I am not stardust, but god, I – you’re perfect for me. You are good enough for me, more than good enough for me. You are perfect, and I’m staying here forever. You’re not going to be able to get rid of me. Understood?”

“But –”

“Understood?”

Changmin stares into your shining eyes. Even with you standing right here, hands cradling his face with the gentlest touch, he can’t quite believe you’re real and not just some beautiful figment of his imagination. Slowly, slowly, one of his hands rises to touch the fingers resting against his cheek. Just to make sure this isn’t a dream.

Solid. Warm.

Not a dream.

This is real.

He nods dumbly, a stupid smile spreading across his face. “Okay.”

You crush him close again and this time, Changmin’s arms automatically move to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He can feel a few tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt as you hold him tight, so tight, and he smiles, one hand coming up to pat your back.

You’re here. You’re here, alive, solid, real. He can feel your warmth against his body, feel your hair tickling his skin.

You may be ethereal. You may be something completely out of this world, beautiful, divine. You may be sparkling, glimmering, brilliant in the morning sunlight. You may be made of stardust, something too perfect (he’ll fight you on that) to exist on earth.

But now, with you wrapped warmly in his arms, Changmin realizes that even though you may be stardust, that doesn’t mean you’re going anywhere.

A tear slips out of his eye as he smiles.

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(1 reblog = 1 cheek pinch for changmin idk why I just think that’d be fun <3)

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come back to me || marco peña x reader

a/n: now that we have an official announcement for kissing booth 3, i figured i’d finish this little fic that has been sitting in my drafts. i combined two requests because they were kind of similar and i had an idea that would work the both of them in. hope you guys like it!

request: @dystopianchic13 requested: “Going on a date and finding someone better after Elle!” and @mansaaay requested: “marco befriended a girl before the elle thirsting over marco incident, and the kissing booth, marco and the girl sorta start talking again?”

summary: when marco starts at your school, the two of you quickly become friends. but when elle gets involved, your relationship takes a turn for the worse...

word count: 4.4k

marco valentin peña.

newest school heartthrob, with good reason, and very quickly set to possibly be the most popular guy in school. and yet, here he was sitting and eating lunch with you and your friends.

it’s not that you weren’t well liked or anything, but you and your friend group were nowhere near the status of the omgs. and considering the way everyone talked about him from the moment he stepped into the building, you had assumed that would be the direction he would flock.

but alas, on his first day at this school, he ended up standing at your table, tray of food in hand. your friend nudged you until you looked up from your lunch and saw him standing there. up until this point you had only heard of marco. you hadn’t shared any classes with him earlier in the day but throughout all of them you could hear bits and pieces of conversation about how attractive this guy was. and now that he was standing in front of you, those comments didn’t do him enough justice.

he was wearing the same uniform everyone else was, but he had rolled his sleeves up so they just passed his elbows, drawing your attention almost immediately to his forearms. trailing your eyes up his body, your eyes followed along his broad shoulders and up the length of his neck, glancing at his strong jawline.

you made eye contact with him, your breath quite literally leaving your body. his brown eyes were kind and inviting, friendly even, as if you hadn’t just been shamelessly checking him out.

“um, hi.” you say.

he smiles at you, nods to the empty seat across from you. “hey, i was wondering if that seat was taken.”

oh god, his voice.

you try and ignore the pinch that quinn delivers to your thigh underneath the table and shake your head. “no. um, it’s all yours.”

he gives you a full smile now, his perfect teeth on full display and you can’t help but smile back. he takes a seat, setting his bag down beside him.

your friend grant sits at his right side and places a hand on his shoulder. “you’re marco, right?”

marco nods.

grant squints his eyes at him and shakes his head, looking across the table at you and quinn. “unbelievable.”

he turns back to marco. “do me a favor and stay away from my girlfriend.”

“grant!” the girlfriend in question, jen, exclaims and gives him a look before turning to marco. “excuse him, he’s an idiot.”

grant releases marco with a laugh and takes a bite of his sandwich. “i was kidding! mostly.” he mumbles the last word through a full mouth.

marco laughs, waving it off. “it’s okay. trust me, i’m not here to steal anyone’s girlfriend.”

you take a drink from your water bottle, laughing at your friends. “yeah, this may have not been the prime table for you to choose to sit at.”

marco shrugs, giving you a half smile. “i like it. you guys seem very...”

“loud?” quinn finishes as one of the boys down the table shrieks as someone else pours water down his shirt. “disruptive? unfiltered?” she aims that last word at grant, who’s too infatuated with his sandwich to notice.

marco laughs again and you smile. he seems very open, you note. willing to go with anything.

“i was gonna say entertaining.” he shrugs. “but those work too.”

you and your friends quickly introduce yourselves and the rest of the lunch period resumes like it always would have.

marco quickly slips into the natural system of you and your friends, not even a little bit fazed when the entire cafeteria turned to see the commotion that you had caused when someone flipped their entire lunch tray off the table. he simply laughed along with you guys, giving himself into the moment. too soon, lunch is over and you and your friends are cleaning up your table and throwing out the trash. faintly, you hear quinn arguing with the boys, telling them you were the ones to make the mess so of course you have to clean it up! as you came back to your table from returning your tray.

marco looks at you when you return and stands. “hey, could you tell me where mr. peterson’s room is? i would have asked one of them but...” the both of you turn your heads to where quinn is supervising the boys picking up after themselves and the girls sneak off as best as they can before quinn gets to them as well. “...they seem a bit busy.”

you laugh, picking up your backpack. “just another day with this bunch, trust me. but lucky for you, i also have ap physics next.”

the bell rings and you turn to quinn, but she hasn’t let up on the boys so you just let her be. being late on the first day isn’t that big of a deal anyway.

you lead marco to the physics room, all eyes on the two of you as soon as you step into the room. you almost forgot that you had spent the entirety of lunch with the school’s newest crush up until this very moment. you could feel the glares directed at you radiating throughout the room and watched as heads of those who hadn’t seen him yet perk up as he entered.

“is it just me, or is everyone looking at us?” marco had bent down and was whispering in your ear.

you decide not to inflate his ego anymore and shake your head. “it’s just you.”

you take a seat at one of the lab tables, marco sitting beside you. you zone out as the teacher speaks, it was the first day so it was mainly rules and the expectations for the year.

so you don’t pay much attention until one sentence catches your ear:

“the person you’re sitting with will be your lab partner for the rest of the year.”

you and marco turn to look at each other and he grins.

“hi, partner.” he says, quietly since mr. peterson is still speaking.

“you should know, i have been yelled at in every lab class i’ve ever taken because i always forget the directions.” you warn him.

“well this should be fun. so have i.” he winks and you both laugh quietly.

the period passes slowly as most do on the first day. the bell rings but everyone stays in their seats since lab was next anyway.

you go over lab rules and discuss the first lab you will be doing next time and you raise your brows as he hands out the instruction sheet.

“yikes, this looks like a lot of steps.” you say to marco and he shakes his head.

“mm, yeah. next lab class should be fun, don’t you think?” he gives you a knowing look.

you can’t help but laugh at the thought of you in a lab class together, but the laughter is also for the fact that you found marco.

never in your life had you met someone who was so ready to quickly adapt and go with the flow. you had had no doubt that your lunch table would be enough to scare him off but he had already decided he would be coming back tomorrow. and so, that became the beginning of your friendship and many screwed up labs. marco inserted himself nicely into your friend group and the two of you especially started becoming really close. that was, until one fateful day.

“...hot.” is the only thing you hear over the loudspeaker in the middle of your english class and everyone around you looks up in confusion. “he’s just a guy...woah!”

you quickly recognize the voice as elle evans and also realize that she probably doesn’t know she’s being broadcast to the entire school right now.

“the omgs were right, this guy is a snack!” you hear her say and everyone in your classroom laughs, the teacher’s eyebrows raised.

you wince on her behalf. you’re not friends, but still. that’s embarrassing for anyone. everyone gathers pretty quickly that’s she’s talking about marco and you internally roll your eyes. obviously you know marco’s hot, you have eyes. but to have another girl describe just how hot he is over the loudspeaker during class makes you bubble over with annoyance.

and besides, doesn’t she have a boyfriend?

eventually, her tirade stops and your teacher tries to calm the class down so you can get back to work. but even as you leave your class, everyone is still taking about it and elle has been given the new nickname get it girl.

“ah, there he is, our very own full course meal. or was he the dessert?” grant asks as marco sits at the table.

“no, grant. he’s a snack, remember?” quinn joins in.

“how about all of the above?” you say and the table erupts into laughter.

marco shakes his head. “alright, alright. enough jokes.”

you get a deadpanned look on your face. “oh, no. we’re dead serious marco. you’re just that hot.”

grant wraps an arm over his shoulders and starts making kissy faces at marco which he laughs at and shrugs off.

“seriously, though. where does elle get off saying that kind of shit? doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” jen asks.

“she does, indeed.” you point a fry in her direction before popping it into your mouth.

“huh,” marco says as he takes a sip of his water.

“what’s that’s supposed to mean?” you ask him.

“nothing.” he sets down his bottle. “i just didn’t know she had a boyfriend is all.”

you give him a wary look but decide to drop it for now, hoping that elle evans was behind you. and she was, until...

“you what?”

marco sighs, sinking his pool shot before standing up straight.

the two of you were at the arcade, making the most of your last day of the weekend. the arcade was mainly empty except for a mother and her two kids who turned to look at you when you shouted. you gave her an apologetic look before turning your attention back to marco.

“i felt bad. lee can’t do the competition and she really wants to enter. what was i supposed to say, no?” marco says in response.

apparently elle and lee were supposed to enter a dance dance mania competition together, but since lee sprained his ankle, elle needed a replacement partner.

you don’t say anything, simply watching as he misses his next shot.

he looks up at you when he realizes you aren’t going to respond. “why do you even care if i help her?”

you feel your face get warm but you ignore it as best as you could, setting up for your own shot. it was your first shot of the game considering you hadn’t realized he was apparently a pro at pool.

“i don’t! its just that we have a take home lab due in two weeks and i don’t want to be stuck doing it myself cause you’re off dancing with get it girl.”

you call her by her nickname solely to spite him. why did you care so much? who knows, but you enjoyed seeing marco roll his eyes at the mention of the name.

“you won’t. and hey, relax.” he says.

you shoot him a glare. “don’t tell me to relax when you’re abandoning me.”

he chuckles. “no, relax.” he nods to the pool cue in your hand which you have in a death grip.

“oh.” you didn’t realize you had been taking out your anger on the poor stick. you take a deep breath, relaxing your grip and line up your shot.

“here.” marco walks over to you, disappearing from your vision as he stands behind you.

you quietly take a sharp intake of breath as you feel his body behind yours, his hands coming around you to lightly rest on the cue, shifting it slightly.

“what are you doing?” you ask, quietly but make no move to exit his embrace.

“considering i’m three shots away from winning and you haven’t made a single one yet, i figured i could help you out a little.” he says and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“oh, shut up.” you mumble, but you don’t put any power behind your words.

marco adjusts your grip on the pool cue, lightly setting his hands over yours. his chest presses against your back and you can feel the heat radiating from his body to yours. your stomach clenches as his hand grazes yours ever so gently as he settles in. he leans forward a bit as he helps you line up your shot and you try your hardest to focus on the task at hand. but his lips are right by your ear so you feel his breath as he whispers:

“and shoot.”

you tap the ball with your pool cue, watching as your striped 10 ball rolls into the left corner pocket.

marco lifts his arms in victory and you found yourself saddened by the sudden loss of his body against yours.

“there it is!” he exclaims. “alright, next shot is all you.”

you groan playfully, trying to ignore the butterflies that have arisen in your stomach. you spend the rest of your day in the arcade before calling it quits and heading home to finish homework.

when you get home, you mull over what marco dancing with elle in the ddm competition means. you try to remind yourself that marco said things weren’t going to change now that he was helping out elle, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t going to turn out like he hoped.

and you were right.

ever since they started rehearsals, you have seen less and less of marco. he even eats lunch with her, leaving his spot across from you vacant. you saw him during ap physics but that was the only time you talked.

and as for your lab, guess who had spent the past two weeks working on it herself? everytime you called him to get him to work with you, it was always “sorry, elle and i have a practice” or “elle needs me right now.” it was as if your friendship meant nothing to him.

“alright guys, labs are due friday. i want them on my desk by the beginning of the lab period.” mr. peterson says at the end of lab on tuesday.

“oh shit, i totally forgot about that.” marco says, turning to you. “how’s—”

“it’s fine. i’m almost finished.” you cut him off, packing away your stuff without making eye contact.

“okay...” he says this with a twinge of confusion in his voice and you can feel the anger inside of you. “there’s nothing i can do?”

“i don’t know marco, why don’t you ask my dozens of phone calls and text messages i’ve sent you regarding the lab?” you lock eyes with him, angry now. “does i won’t let you do this lab alone ring a bell? or have you forgotten about that too?”

he sighs. “y/n, you know i’ve been busy. and i’m sorry. i really didn’t mean for you to do all of the work.”

your teacher clears his throat. “mr. peña, ms. y/l/n. don’t you have a class to get to?”

you look up with a smile. “yes, mr. peterson, sorry. have a good day.”

you leave the classroom without another look at marco.

and so the continuing weeks followed as such, marco spending all of his time with elle and the two of you only speaking when you had class together. there were times you tried to reach out, to be a peacemaker, but he always responded to your requests to hang out with sorry, i’m busy. next time?

to no one’s surprise, there was never a next time.

and as much as you were mad at marco for essentially ignoring your presence ever since he started dancing with elle, you couldn’t help but tune in to the competition since it was being streamed live.

“give me a second!” you call to your mom as you sit in front of your laptop and watch as elle and marco are called to the stage.

you sit through the performance, unable to help the proud feeling spreading through your body. you and marco may not have been as good of friends anymore, but you were still happy to see him thrive. even if it was a result of ignoring you for so long. your proud smile quickly drops from your face though, as you watch elle kiss marco. your eyebrows raise and you inhale a sharp intake of breath when she wraps and arm around him and pulls him closer.

you shut your laptop quickly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you press your hands against your eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. what would they be falling for? some guy that hadn’t shown interest in you and then abandoned you when you needed help? you were better than that.

so you left it alone. you didn’t know what was going on with elle and marco and it wasn’t any of your business. you had put it past you. you and marco were still friendly, but after the kiss with elle, he seemed even more distant than usual. and you couldn’t figure out why until the night of the fundraiser.

you were walking through the carnival, looking at different booths with jen when elle ran past us, accidentally bumping into you. she turned when she noticed it was you who she had run into and you notice her red rimmed eyes.

“oh my gosh, are you okay?” you may not have been her biggest fan, but you also weren’t a bitch. it was obvious she had been crying.

“i’m really sorry. just talk to him, okay? please.” was all she said before leaving the carnival.

“what was that about?” jen asks me.

“i’m not sure...” you say, looking after her retreating figure.

but it didn’t take long to figure out because as we walked further into the booths, we saw marco walking away from the kissing booth. with his head slightly bowed and his hands in his pockets, it was obvious he was upset about something.

you and liz exchanged a look and she raised her eyebrow at you, nodding over in his direction.

“well? go talk to him!” she shoved you forward a little bit.

you sighed, knowing that you should. you assumed that’s what elle had been talking about. so you approached him slowly, just as he reached the outside of the kissing booth crow.

“hey.”

he looked up when he heard your voice, an almost grateful look on his face, and gave you a small smile. “hey.”

“can we talk?” you asked him and he broke into a relieved smile.

“yeah, i’d like that.”

you followed him to the outskirts of the carnival where the two of you sat on a bench right outside the exit. you sat first, crossing your legs as you faced the opposite side of the bench and patted the space beside you.

marco chucked and sat down, turning to face you as well. he drummed his fingers on the back of the bench, and you noticed his knee was bouncing. he was nervous. because of this you thought you would have to guide him into conversation, but to your surprise he began with no hesitation.

“i know i owe you an apology. ditching you like that because of my stupid crush on elle was not cool, especially after promising i wouldn’t let you do all the work yourself.” you winced at that, hoping it wasn’t too visible. you had known that marco liked elle, obviously, but to hear him say it aloud still hurt. “i’m so sorry. and not only about the lab but about our friendship. you were the first people that was actually real to me when i came here and you were my best friend. i let elle get in the way of that and i feel terrible.”

he fidgeted a bit in his seat. “i know i haven’t acted like it but...i miss you. a lot. i miss our terrible labs and arcade days and having lunch with you. i miss all of it. and i know it’s my fault that none of that has been happening. i really just...want to be friends again.” he looked up at you with sad eyes and you could tell he meant it.

and as much as you appreciated his apology and his honesty, you couldn’t just let him off the hook. “you really hurt me, marco. i get it, okay? crushes can make you do crazy things, but i told you that she had a boyfriend. you knew that and you still decided that she was worth risking our friendship over. while you were off dancing with elle, i was losing my best friend.”

“i know. and i’m so sorry. you’re right, i should’ve backed off the minute you told me that. but i really thought...” his voice trailed off and he shook his head. “but it’s not. and that’s done okay? she’s made it pretty clear i’m not the one she wants. and i hate that it took this for us to finally talk again, but i really just want to get back to the way we were.”

you smiled. “i want that too. and of course i’m upset but i can’t say i wouldn’t have jumped at an opportunity to hang out with someone i liked as well.”

“so?” he looked hopeful.

you laughed and stood. “so...marco valentin peña, you are officially forgiven.”

he smiled and stood up as well, pulling you into a hug. wrapping your arms around his waist, you squeezed him tightly as he did the same to you. you stayed like that for a moment before heading back into the fair. and just like that, the two of you were good again.

over the next few weeks, you and marco started hanging out again, he returned to your lunch table, and of course the two of you screwed up more labs than you could count. and over those few weeks, marco was getting over elle and he couldn’t help but think about you. the way you said his name, how you grabbed onto him whenever you were excited about something, your kind heart, and he especially couldn’t stop thinking about when you hugged him.

due to his height, his whole body ended to engulf you hen the two of you hugged, but you loved it. and you were an affectionate hugger. he wished he was the only one who received your hugs became they always made him feel so comfortable and at home. and when you let go, there have been more than a few times when he would pull you back in saying just a little longer. and you would laugh and snuggle yourself further into his chest. and there was nothing better than that feeling.

he really liked you. and he couldn’t believe he had wasted all that time on someone already in a relationship when you were right in front of him. so one day when you were at his house studying for your upcoming physics test, he decided to short his shot. sitting beside you at the dining table, he put his notebook down and turned his attention to you.

“hey, so y/n.” he said, his voice shaking a bit.

“mm?” you said, not looking up from the flash cards you were making.

“i, uh–” he cleared his throat. “i had a question.”

“shoot.” you said, highlighting the important information in your notes that you would copy onto your flash cards.

“um, do you–i mean, would want to go out with me? like, on a date?”

you paused your highlighting and slowly turned to face him. “i thought your question was going to be about physics...”

marco let out a short laugh. “yeah, well.” he just shrugged. when you didn’t say anything else, he got nervous. “is that a no? did i just make this weird? i definitely did, didn’t i?”

now it was your turn to laugh. “no, no, it’s fine. um, i would like to go on a date with you, really.” his face lights up but then dims again at your next words. “i just–i just don’t want to be your rebound from elle.”

“i can promise you right now, that is far from what you are. elle is in the past, i promise. i really like you, and i’ve just been too much of an idiot to see it. but you are not a rebound, y/n.”

“really?” he nodded. “because i really like you, marco. like, a lot.” you laugh and so does he.

he reached across the table and took your hand in his. “well that’s good to know.”

you watched as your hands intertwined, his hand squeezing yours lightly and you smiled. you looked back up at him.

“so yes, i would love to go out with you.” you said with a grin.

“perfect.” he whispered, leaning in.

you smiled and turned your head at the last moment, so that his lips touched your cheek. you felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin and he kissed your cheek again.

“physics first.” you said when he pulled away. “we do still have a test you know.”

you slid your finished flash cards over to him and he bit his lip, shaking his head. he took them, glancing over at you again.

“since when are you all about the work?” he asked.

“since we’ve almost failed every single one of our labs and need a good grade on this test.” you said teasingly.

“touché.” marco said, tuning back to his work.

but as soon as that last definition was memorized, marco took you by the hand, leading you to the doorway from the kitchen to the living room where a mistletoe hung. the peñas had decorated the house for christmas together but you could guarantee that this one had been marco’s idea.

you could only smile as he cupped your face in his hands, leaning down to meet your lips. you stop on your tiptoes to meet him in the middle and when your lips touched you felt the butterflies burst in your stomach. this boy you’ve had a crush on liked you back and now you were kissing him under the mistletoe. the thought made you smile and marco noticed.

“what’s got you so smiley?” he murmurs against your lips.

“marco peña is kissing me.” you said in response and pressed another kiss to his lips. “what’s not to smile about?”

a/n: idk about y’all but the best friendships for me came out of science labs, they are so funny for some reason.

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Capturing a Dream

Chapter 4 – Recovery

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Conner’s fists were clenched so tightly they were past white, verging on translucent. Everything about this day was terrible and it seemed to get worse with every passing hour. They had been invaded. Their home had sustained significant damage and was no longer safe. Red Tornado had betrayed them and the Justice League was cutting them out of the capture efforts. Chimera had been hurt, she had almost died and he hadn’t been able to do anything about it.

It had been hours since they had received an update on Chimera and she was alone in the Watchtower. She was protected by the Justice League, but as they had just violently discovered, that didn’t mean she was safe. Although one saving grace was that by being here, she had been saved experiencing the attack by Red Tornado. From the description Aqualad had given on her status, he wasn’t sure she would have been able to survive it.

The Team needed to pull together right now. They were the only ones they could trust and Chimera had been isolated from them. The rest of the Team had been busy freeing themselves, checking each other for injury, working with the Justice League to assess the damage to the Cave, figuring out how the Reds got into the Cave in the first place, figuring out where their security had let them down, and recovering from Red Tornado’s attack. All of that meant that none of the Team had been able to be with her until now. Kid Flash, Robin, and he had finally been able to come and check on Chimera and bring her back to the Cave with the rest of them, while Artemis and Aqualad stayed in the Cave and tried to figure out what needed to be done next.

Batman met the Team at the doors to the infirmary. “I should warn you, I’ve given her quite a bit of pain medicine and I just woke her up for you so she could transform, so she’s a little out of it right now and honest… extremely honest. Beware.” Batman warned them wryly.

“Was she honest with you?” Robin asked with a smile. He would pay to have heard what an unfiltered Chimera would say.

“Yes.” Batman answered, not looking at him.

“Care to share?” Kid Flash asked with a grin.

“No.” Batman responded turning to peek through the door to assure she was fully transformed before letting them in.

They made it through the door just in time to see Chimera fall as she tried to stand. Kid Flash was there to catch her before she hit the ground. She looked at him slightly dazed, her movements sluggish. “I know you, right?” She concentrated harder on his face. “Right? We know each other.”

The Team gasped in fear and looked over to Batman for an explanation. Batman took a deep breath. “She needs rest. She doesn’t have a concussion, but her body has been through a lot. Combined with the pain killers, like I said before, she’s a little out of it. She should be fine after a rest.”

“No, it’s okay… it’s not… I just… I’m okay. I just need to sleep… or to wake up… I’m not sure which. This is… I’ve done this before… I think.” She slurred her words slightly as she tried to assure them. She looked at Kid Flash with a guilty expression. “I sometimes go too long without sleeping.”

Superboy moved over to her and picked her up, cradling her in his arms, holding her close enough to speak quietly to comfort her. “Hey Chi, it’s okay. We’ve got you. You know us. You’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. You can sleep.”

She leaned her head back to study his face. She smiled sleepily at him and ran her finger along his jaw. “I definitely know you.” Conner blushed deeply, but then balked at her next comment. “You’re the flirty one.”

Robin came over to double check for signs of the concussion that Batman must have missed. “Maybe she doesn’t recognize him after all.”

Chimera tried to turn over to him but stopped when she saw Kid Flash again. “No, wait… You’re the flirty one.” She tried to point in his direction.

“She may not recognize Superboy, but she definitely remembers Kid Flash.” Robin smirked.

Chimera looked back and forth between the two boys a little too quickly and groaned in pain. “You both are the flirty one.” She pushed her head against Conner’s chest trying to alleviate the pain in her head and stop the spinning.

Batman nodded to someone behind them and stepped forward. “Since you guys are here I’ll let you know now. Green Arrow and Black Canary have already discussed this with Aqualad and Artemis while you have been here. With Red Tornado… missing, the Team will now be overseen by rotating supervisors. Captain Marvel has volunteered to take the first shift.”

Superboy turned around to see a man larger than Batman walking toward them next to Superman. “I’m really looking forward to hanging with you guys.” Captain Marvel said with a smile.

Superboy scowled at them and adjusted Chimera slightly. She turned to face the newcomers. She quirked her head at Captain Marvel and concentrated on him for a few moments. “Who’s the kid?” Captain Marvel’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh no. Do I know you too? I’m sorry. It’s been a… day. Night? Day… I think.” She scrunched her face trying to figure out what general part of the day they were in.

“I’m not a kid!” Captain Marvel exclaimed a little too loudly.

Chimera snorted at him. “Whatever you say, kid.” She settled her head back on Superboy’s shoulder and closed her eyes. “It’s really bright in here.”

“We’re going home now, I promise.” Superboy said quietly. She hummed in response and curled into him a bit more.

“It’s going to be a short visit. I have a new mission for you.” Batman unceremoniously informed them.

“Chimera can’t go on a mission right now.” Superboy said lowly. “And I’m not leaving her alone in the Cave.”

“Someone will be there to watch over her.” Batman assured him.

Kid Flash scoffed and shared a dubious look with Robin and Superboy. “Another Justice League member? No, thanks.” Superboy argued.

“It’s normal to be paranoid after an experience like this. There’s a lot of new things you don’t know how to process yet. Perhaps if you let her stay here in the Watchtower, you can feel more secure.” Superman offered awkwardly.

“It isn’t the Cave I don’t trust.” Conner narrowed his eyes at Superman.

“I understand wanting to keep her close. Your team means a lot to you and you guys weren’t able to keep her safe. It’s natural to overcorrect to overprotective and suspicious. But I can assure you she would be safe here.” Superman tried instead.

“Excuse me?” Kid Flash demanded angrily. Robin and Superboy scowled in anger next to him.

“You all assured us we would be safe in the Cave as well, and that Red Tornado was trustworthy. Your assurance doesn’t mean anything to us.” Superboy hissed at him.

“Black Canary will stay with her at the Cave while you guys are on the mission.” Batman assured him. “She trusted Black Canary with her identity. You should trust her too.”

“Did she trust her or did you tell Black Canary and Chimera had to accept it?” Robin asked skeptically.

“Regardless, she accepts it and trusts her. Her identity is more important to her than almost anything else. If she trusts Black Canary that much, you should too.” Batman answered coldly.

Superboy stared at him unsettled. His whole body tensing. They were trying to distract them from what was going on, from what they let happen. It had ripped the Team’s lives apart and the Justice League wasn’t going to let them react, was blaming them for allowing it to happen.

Chimera furrowed her brow sensing a shift in his body and temperament. She looked up at Superboy and followed his eye line. She blinked a few times at Superman before speaking. “Oh hey, it’s the Boy Scout.” She turned back to look at Superboy. “Look Conner, it’s the cold bastard.” She leaned her head back on Superboy’s shoulder before realizing what she said. She popped her head back up once she realized. “Oh my God! I remembered your name!” She smiled at him, proud of her accomplishment. “I usually can’t remember names until after I sleep.”

Kid Flash and Robin started laughing hysterically. She frowned at Kid Flash and tried vaguely to figure out where the rest of the laughter was coming from or was it just her ears playing tricks on her and figure out why he, or they, were laughing. They only stopped laughing when Batman walked next to Superman and glared at them. But the glare only reduced the laughter instead of eliminating it.

After a few moments Chimera’s eyes widened in mortification as she realized what she had said just after Conner’s name. “Boy Scout!” she exclaimed loudly looking at Superman apologetically, or trying to, and trying to sit up straighter in Superboy’s arms. “I meant to say the Boy Scout.” She cringed and tried to hide her face in Superboy’s neck, but still mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear, “I mean, not that I was wrong. I just didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

She looked up again when she heard raucous laughter coming from all around her. She looked slowly from Superboy to Kid Flash to Batman to Superman to Robin. “Why are all the people I work with either incorrigible flirts or cold bastards?” she asked nobody in particular. “At some point that says something about me, doesn’t it? Is there something wrong with me?” She looked up to Superboy as she said the last part.

Superboy smirked at Superman and held Chimera tighter against his chest as he turned and made his way with the Team to the zeta tubes. She burrowed deeper into his arms and started to fall asleep to the rhythm of his walk. Just before she fell asleep he leaned down to whisper into her ear. “There is nothing wrong with you. Other than working yourself so hard that you forgot our names, you are absolutely perfect. You’re doing everything right. I’m proud of you.” She smiled peacefully as she fell asleep.

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“So this is where you are.” Chimera called out to Conner after she finally found him sitting on the rocks outside the Cave. He was staring out at the last bits of light reflecting off the ocean with an angry concentration. “I don’t think I would have found you without this little chiot’s help.” She smiled at the wolf and ran her hands through his fur. “I guess ‘little’ isn’t really accurate, is it? He’s bigger than me. How was the mission?” He grunted but kept looking out at the water. She gave him a concerned look and moved closer to him. “Conner?” She asked carefully.

“You shouldn’t have gone in to wherever it is you go. You’re still recovering. It was stupid, Chimera.” He growled at her, refusing to look at her. “Stupid and dangerous.”

She looked at him in surprise at his tone. “Ah.” She started delicately, looking around awkwardly trying to figure out if she should approach him or let him continue to brood alone. Brooding is best done alone, after all.

She hadn’t gotten a report on the mission they had just returned from yet, so she wasn’t sure how bad it had been. She had rushed to find him as soon as she got back to the Cave after the showing and clean up. She had stayed for enough of the celebrations to satisfy her supervisors then rushed home. But it appeared that whatever did happen on the mission, it had taken a severe toll on Conner. He was in a significantly angrier mood than usual. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to sit alone, sit quietly with someone, or talk through the anger.

“What do you think, mon petit chiot?” she whispered barely loudly enough to be heard over the tide washing in. “Stay or leave? What should I do?” Wolf whined and bumped gently into her. She smiled gently at him and patted him reassuringly. She turned back to Conner and approached him slowly like he might explode at any moment. She decided to see if he wanted to talk. If he didn’t, she could always back off. She started by trying to lighten the suffocating, dark mood. “Is it okay if I sit and glare at the sunset too?”

He sent her a devastating glare that caught her completely off guard. She stumbled back a half step in surprise, backing into Wolf. Conner stood up and stalked toward her as he roared in anger at her. “Why did you bother coming back to the Cave to recover with people you trust, people who can keep you safe while you recover, if you were just going to leave immediately? What is the point of helping you recover if you’re just going to go out immediately and make yourself worse? Run yourself into the ground… again? And what happens if we get attacked again? What happens if Red Tornado comes back and tries to finish the job his siblings started and you’re too tired to fight? Then you die, or we die trying to save you.”

She reeled back like he struck her, staring in shock at the seething mass of teenage boy in front of her. Wolf moved closer to her and angled himself so he was slightly in front of her, keeping his eyes on Conner.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Conner wanted to take them back. The look of betrayal and hurt in her eyes was heartbreaking. She hadn’t even looked that betrayed when she found out Red Tornado actually did betray them. But now, at his words, she looked absolutely devastated.

Wolf nudged her lightly and whined quietly. The nudge was enough to wake Chimera out of her stupor. “Don’t. Do. That.” She scolded Conner suddenly, slapping his arms and chest punctuating each word. “You. Are. Large. And. Intimidating. And. You. Scared. Me. You. Big. Broody. Jerk.” She huffed at him with one final slap.

He made a show of protecting himself from the hits that were barely hard enough to even gain his attention regularly. He stared at her in shock, eyeing her cautiously, waiting for her to start up again. When he decided she was done, he frowned guiltily and looked over to Wolf, scratching behind his ears to reassure him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he said quietly, darting his eyes over to her. The dejected frown she had didn’t suit her at all. He needed to figure out a way to put a smile back on her face. He watched her quietly for a few moments while they both pet Wolf. A smirk suddenly appeared on his face. “I just forget how small you are sometimes.”

She glared at him, “That is not how you apologize!”

He chuckled at the pout she sent him. “Sorry.” He repeated more seriously this time.

She pet Wolf as well for a few moments. “What is his name? We haven’t been properly introduced yet.” Her tone was still guarded, but soft.

“Wolf. It’s okay that I brought him home, isn’t it?” he suddenly realized he hadn’t asked her before bringing a new and massive creature into the home they shared. “I should have asked before… but I thought you were sleeping.” There was a sharper edge to his last comment.

She looked at him with a touch of guilt. “Yeah, it’s okay. I’ve always wanted a pet but I was never allowed to have one before.” She answered quietly. She looked down and pet Wolf quietly for a few moments, giving her anxiety something to focus on. After a few moments she spoke up again, “I had to go today. This is…”

“Yeah, yeah, an important time of year. You said that already.” He grumbled, glaring at Wolf’s fur as he pet it. He didn’t want to look in her eyes and see the betrayed look again, but he also couldn’t stop from reprimanding her. “You’re hurt. You could have died in that attack. You can skip a few days while you heal from almost dying, Chi.” He finally looked up to shoot a glare at Chimera who seemed to wilt under his glare. “You didn’t even come home at all last night. We got here this morning to check on you, to make sure you were okay, and you were gone.” Wolf whimpered quietly at him and nudged against him. Conner looked over to Wolf for a moment and frowned in annoyance at his interruption. He looked over to Chimera and sighed at the conflicted, guilt-stricken look on her face.

“… the reason I can be here. I couldn’t skip today. Today was the culmination of months of work, not just mine. I skip, I not only lose out on seeing everything come together, I let down that team, and I get fired. I get fired, I go home. I go home, I’m not only no longer part of the Team, I’ve lost my career. The only reason I haven’t been fired already for missing two days ago is because Batman somehow talked Bruce Wayne into calling my boss and vouching for me personally and promising to appear at… and promising to give them some Wayne Enterprises support. Apparently, it took promising to get Oliver Queen to agree to… to promise Queen Industries support as well in order to get them not to fire me.” She said defiantly but tears she refused to shed were still lining her eyes. She subconsciously leaned into Wolf for support.

Conner huffed and looked down at his feet. “It’s not worth your life.” He grumbled. He wasn’t trying to make her feel worse but she needed to stop, to pull back, to heal. She had pushed herself too hard because of them, for them. And she was still pushing herself. She was going to push herself into a grave because of him. He couldn’t save her during the attack and clearly, he couldn’t save her from this either.

She followed his lead and looked down for a few moments as well trying to fight the tears that were threatening to fall. She absentmindedly pet Wolf as she processed what was happening. He wasn’t mad at her, not really. She knew that. He wasn’t mad, he was scared. But it still hurt and that was worse. Things were spiraling out of his control and he needed something he could rely on. She was only making things worse by having to leave. She was hurting the Team by not being able to devote her full attention. She was hurting him by splitting her focus. She had stayed in the Cave so she could help him, give him someone who was there for him, but she wasn’t and she was hurting him instead.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I wasn’t risking my life. It’s chaotic, yes, but it’s a chaos I understand. It’s a chaos that soothes me. I know my place in that chaos. But it’s over now. I have the rest of the week off and I can stay in bed and relax. Not even school.” She gave him a strained smile. “I’m sorry it was making things worse for you. I’m sorry I’m making things worse for you.” Damn it, she berated herself. That wasn’t what she wanted to say. This wasn’t about her. It was about him.

Conner’s heart dropped. Damn it, he berated himself. He made her think she was hurting him. That wasn’t what he wanted to do. He was making it about himself, but it wasn’t about him. It was about her. He reached out to comfort her but hesitated. He didn’t know how welcome it would be. After yelling at her just a minute ago, she might not feel comfortable with him hugging her. He winced internally thinking about how he treated her as soon as he saw her tonight. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I didn’t have the right to… I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was angry with you. Like you were doing something wrong. You’re not. I mean, I do think you push yourself too hard, but you’re not making things worse. You make them better. You’re amazing.” He blushed when he realized what he said and grasped for something to change the topic. “I mean the way you talked to Superman was amazing.”

Chimera barked out a laugh and hid her face in her hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I called Superman and Batman cold bastards. Well, Superman more than Batman. I’m sure Batman has heard it lots of times before… and I’m pretty sure I said more devastating things before I fell asleep in the infirmary. But, it was probably new information for Superman.”

Conner hummed in agreement. He sat down and leaned back against the cliff, looking out to the ocean, not wanting to discuss Superman anymore, despite him being the one to bring it up in the first place. Chimera sat on the ground next to him, stretching out her legs and watching the tide wet the sand in front of her. She burst out laughing when Wolf laid on her legs. “Conner! Help me!” she managed to squeak out between laughter. “I can’t move.” Conner laughed and gave Wolf a gentle shove to get him to move. Wolf made a dissatisfied grunt but moved off of her and next to Conner.

They looked out to the ocean in a contented silence, watching the last bits of light glitter on the distant waves. After a while Chimera spoke up, still keeping her eyes on the water. “Did you know Kaldur and I had to stop Superman from making the entire situation worse? He wanted to rush into the Cave with no idea what to do then. Like his very presence would be enough to end it. All brawn and no plan. Idiot.” She scoffed. “Luckily, Batman backed us up or he would have rushed in and gotten you killed.”

Conner scowled and growled. “He blamed us for what happened, like we didn’t react the way we should have, like I let it happen, and the whole time he would have made it worse.” He balled his hands into fists, his hands shaking in anger. He turned to punch the cliff side then did it again and again.

“Conner!” Chimera gently touched his arm, careful to stay out of the punch arc. He turned to her with wild, angry eyes that softened as soon as he saw her. “Please stop. You’re going to hurt your hand or cause a rockslide.”

He hung his head with a huff and sat back down. “You’re lecturing me about doing things that hurt myself now?”

She shrugged taking his hand to examine it for injury. “I guess there’s a reason we get along so well. We can keep each other’s self-destructive tendencies in check.”

Chimera sat close enough that their bodies were touching, still holding his hand, running her thumb over his knuckles to soothe them. After a few minutes she bumped her shoulder into his. “You know, if you ever want to talk, I’m here. I have a few other good friends with terrible… authority figures in their lives. Authorities that barely acknowledge them let alone give them the respect and love they deserve.”

He considered her words for a while, keeping his eyes on the horizon. “Must be nice for you… having authority figures that support you and don’t critique every move you make as a hero.” He said bitterly.

She scoffed. “I’d hardly call Batman supportive. Plus, I’m pretty sure I told him I thought turning out like him was a fate worse than death. So he’s probably even less likely to be supportive now.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Interesting. But I meant your parents.”

“Oh.” Her smile faltered and she let go of his hand as she looked away and hummed in agreement.

“Chimera?” He prompted her. He squeezed his now free hand. It felt strange on its own.

“Yes?” She asked innocently.

“If you want me to talk, you have to too.” He gave her a pointed look.

She scowled playfully at him and looked back out to the ocean. “I don’t like your rules.” He chuckled at her and stayed quiet, allowing her to get her thoughts in order. “My parents are extremely supportive of me. Extremely.” She started tentatively.

“But…” He urged her.

“But they don’t know… about this.” She sighed. “They don’t know I’m a hero. They don’t know I fight villains. Nobody can know, remember? That includes parents.”

“Your parents don’t know?” He furrowed his brow at the thought of her parents somehow not noticing her missing during crises and not having anyone to support her. “Where do they think you go?” He looked at her incredulously.

“They don’t. They think I’m in my room, or hiding during attacks. Right now they think I’m at an internship in America, which I am, that’s why I can’t always be here, that and school, but...” She turned away with a guilty look. “God, I hate lying to them.”

He furrowed his brow and frowned at her. “So who supports you?”

She smiled up at him with a coy glint in her eyes, like he had fallen into a trap. “My team did, as much as they could without knowing my identity. That’s what teams are for, supporting each other, helping each other. You’re on my team, so I’m here to support you, if you want.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and looked away. “I see what you did there.” He looked out over the water again, watching the tide ebbing and flowing. “I was right there with you… all, the Team, and let you get captured. I couldn’t save you or the team. I wasn’t good enough to. I’m not good enough. What am I even doing here?”

“Hey,” she chided him gently, “Wally didn’t save me either. Do you think he’s not good enough? That he doesn’t belong here? Kaldur didn’t save me. He helped me but he didn’t stop it either. Is he not good enough to be here? Do only Artemis and Robin deserve to be here?”

“No,” he grumbled.

“You need to give yourself a break. You are amazing. You can do amazing things. But we’re a team. We rely on each other sometimes.” She gave him a soft smile. “Sometimes you have to just let us save you and not take that as a fault.”

He turned away, blushing slightly. After a few moments in silence he punched the ground in front of him. “What does it matter? He’s never going to accept me or treat me as an equal anyway.”

She paused while she thought about it. “I think he will. He’s scared and unsure right now but he will eventually get over himself. But however long it takes, it’s on him. It is a sign of his inability to process his emotions in a healthy way. It has absolutely nothing to do with your worth or skills. It says nothing about your value.”

“That’s not how it seems.” He grumbled into the sand.

“Yeah. I get that.” She nodded in agreement. “The downside of being the offspring of an idiot.”

He laughed at that and leaned in conspiratorially. “I believe the official term is ‘cold bastard’.”

She groaned and hid her face in his shoulder. She turned her head to rest it on his shoulder and look out at the crests of the waves in the moonlight. “What people say about us can affect us. It can hurt, especially family because we’re supposed to have a stronger connection to them than anyone else. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know you better than we do. He doesn’t have better insights. He isn’t your family. We are. And we say you are more than enough. You are amazing.” She hugged his arm.

“You’re my family?” Look at her hesitantly.

“Found Family, baby. One of the best tropes.” She grinned widely at him.

“Tropes?” He looked at her questioningly.

“Found family, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, and they were roommates. All good.” She nodded with a smile. “I highly recommend them… well maybe not to you. But to other members of our family.”

Conner slung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug. “I like this family.” He gave a small smile as he leaned his head on hers. He frowned suddenly when a thought occurred to him. “But, found family rules aren’t the same as regular family are they? Because I don’t think… Wally wouldn’t appreciate that.”

Chimera giggled at the thought. “No, no he wouldn’t. How long do you think before he and Artemis start dating?”

“You think they’ll date?” He pulled back and looked at her like she was crazy. “They hate each other.”

“Oh God, yes they will. That tension has nowhere to go but on a date. I give it a month.” She laughed. Her laughter quieted after a few moments and she moved further into Conner’s embrace. “Found family is about loving and supporting each other no matter what. Understanding we all have problems and helping each other deal with them and loving each other in spite of them. You can definitely date within a group that offers you that.” She confirmed, circling back to his original question. “Most people do.” She added quietly.

He looked at her softly and laid his head back on hers watching the stars twinkle on the ocean surface like a distant, enticing dream. “Good to know.”

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scoopsgf · 5 years

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67 and 57 for the drabble challenge please

67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?”

He’s dying.

He’s totally, definitely dying.

Peter glances down at the blade buried hilt-deep in his side, just to be sure. He nods to himself. Well, at least it’s raining and he’s not going out on a nice, sunny day. That would just be rude.

“Hey Karen?”

Nothing, predictably. Her systems must have been fried when he’d been tased.

Peter really, seriously hates tasers.

He stumbles blindly toward the alleyway’s exit, clinging to the walls for support. He actually sticks to one when his knees give out which is—okay, he can handle this.

“Baby steps,” he whispers to himself. “Just a little further.”

It’s hard to tell how much blood he’s lost exactly, given his rain-soaked suit. There’s a dark crimson stain around the blade and that’s about all he can make out. For a second he contemplates pulling the knife out, but no. That’s the opposite of what you’re supposed to do, right? Isn’t that what May had said?

Peter aches to rip his mask off if only to breathe.

But of course he can’t. Sometimes secret identities really suck.

He rounds the corner and spies, to his relief, a pay phone. It’s covered in graffiti and surrounded by cigarette butts and narcotic needles but hey, a phone is a phone, and germs can wait when you’re dying, right?

Peter reaches for it before he realises, belatedly, that he doesn’t know Mr Stark’s number.

A fresh wave of terror engulfs him. God, he’s gonna die. He’s gonna die in some back alley with a knife sticking out of his side that reads Babycakes on the handle and no one is gonna find him until he starts to smell, and he doesn’t know Mr Stark’s number, and Karen is down and he’s gonna die.

He’s gonna die in spandex.

“Okay,” Peter mutters under his breath, “okay, Peter, think.”

No number. God, he doesn’t even have any change? What had he been thinking?

Peter pushes away from the phone. He glances at the knife again. “I can feel my mortal spirit dwindling. Oh ye god, why?”

If he’s gonna go out, he’s gonna do it in style.

Peter’s ears perk at the sound of a car horn honking. Then, an older man screeching out his window at the kids riding their bikes in the complex parking lot. A cell phone ringing.

A cell phone. His cell phone.

God, he’s an idiot.

All he has to do is find his backpack. If he can do that, he can get to his phone. With any luck neither of them have been stolen.

Oh, who is he kidding? They’ve both definitely been snatched up by now. It’s been three hours since he started patrol, the webbing has long since worn off. It would take a miracle and a half for them to still be tucked away behind that dumpster with Larry the cockroach on lookout duty.

Problem B: he can’t even remember where he left it. He doesn’t even know where he is.

Time is running out. He’s losing more and more blood and he doesn’t need Karen around to tell him that. He can literally feel it, like he’s half empty all the sudden, drained to the waist.

Still, he keeps moving. It takes seven precious minutes, but eventually Peter finds the right alley.

Miracles are real, as it turns out. He finds his backpack and phone right where he’d left them. Peter sinks to his knees in relief. The screen lights up and oh shit, his phone is closer to death than he is.

There are five missed messages from Tony.

Peter listens to the most recent one, heart pounding too slowly, too loudly; hands shaking, head light.

“Kid, listen, I’m starting to freak out a little. Your vitals were dropping and then the readings just stopped and I—I’m going out looking for you, but if you hear this, just—just get home as soon as possible, okay?”

Okay.

Sure.

Peter might be rapidly losing blood and fighting off black spots and literally dying, but—home?

Home as in May’s apartment? But May is double booked with shifts this week. Tony knows that. He knows because he’s letting Peter stay over at the tower until things are less hectic, but like… just because he’d made Peter up a room and also served him homemade pancakes in bed this morning, that doesn’t mean the tower is, like, home, right?

But what else could he mean?

“Wow, this is way too heavy for me to think about right now,” Peter whispers to himself, stashing his now dead-phone away (yay, how convenient). He puts his backpack on and checks his webshooters. There’s just enough to get to the tower from here.

Hopefully. Probably.

He sets off.

The rain has kicked up to a storm by the time Peter makes it to the tower. Thunder rumbles as he practically plonks against the window of the topmost floor. It’s always so hard to stick when he’s wet, so he’s careful as he scales the glass.

His bedroom window is open, just like he’d left it. The balcony is wet and inside it’s freezing cold, but at least he’s not getting actively rained on anymore.

Peter has to practically drag himself from his room to the MedBay. The lights turn on automatically as he enters, too bright and harsh for his eyes.

He hauls himself up onto the nearest gurney. “Hey FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Peter?”

“Where’s uh… where’s Tony?”

“He’s on his way back right now. I notified him of your return.”

“Cool,” Peter croaks, “thank you.”

“It was my pleasure. His ETA is thirty seconds.”

Peter nods. He swings his legs as he waits, feeling too much like a tired little kid. He hangs his head, hands curled around the edge of the gurney.

“You bled all over my carpet.”

“I think you mean our carpet,” is the first thing out of Peter’s mouth.

Whatever. Being loose-lipped is definitely a side-effect of imminent death.

Tony shakes his head and as he approaches, his suit breaks apart into particles. The bites return to their housing unit and only three seconds later, it’s like they were never there at all.

Tony sits on one of those backless wheeling doctor chairs and slaps his knees. “So, what seems to be the issue, Mr Parker?”

“Oh you know,” he shrugs, “your standard impalement. Plus like… a lot of blood loss. Probably.”

“Uh-huh. Do me a favour and lose the leotard, would you?”

“You’re making fun of your own merchandise, you know.”

“Hey, I’m just the mechanic. Now chop chop, Pete. Suit.”

Peter presses the spider emblem at the centre of his chest. The suit deflates and peeling it down to the wound is easy enough. Tony tells him not to go any farther just yet.

“The mask, kiddo?”

Peter blinks stupidly up at Tony. “Right,” he whispers, and hopes that the unfiltered light won’t blind him, or worse, make him cry.

He peels it off. It’s worse than worse: blindness and crying.

“Woah, woah, what’s up, kiddo?”

Peter shakes his head. “S’too… too much.”

If he weren’t so out of it, he’d be mortally embarrassed when his first instinct is to reach for Tony and bury his face in the crook of his mentor’s neck, where it’s warm and safe and dark.

“Well okay then,” Tony says. “This isn’t a hug, right? You’re just using me for a blindfold?”

Peter nods, sniffling. He’s so tired and it feels like his brain is full of air and everything is so cold.

“Alright, let’s get you hooked up to an IV and we’ll balance out those fluids, how’s that sound? Then I’ll stitch up the stab wound. Just remember that before we return to our regularly scheduled programming, you’re getting a lecture.”

“You could kill two birds with one stone and yell at me while you stitch me up?”

“Nah, too much to think about. I like my sutures pretty, not crooked. Stay there, eyes closed, I’ll be right back.”

When Tony leaves it’s like something is being ripped away from Peter. He feels hollow, he feels frozen. Still he sits with his eyes shut tight and strains to hear the footsteps of his mentor: distant, then approaching once more, finally close enough that Peter can reach out to lean on him again.

Tony doesn’t say anything. Peter doesn’t know what to make of that. In a way, it scares him, but his brain is too foggy to really focus on why. There’s just a feeling of underlying unease.

“Little prick here,” Tony warns, as the IV needle goes in. “Alright, now for the knife.”

It’s a tricky business, especially given their positioning, but not once does Tony ask Peter to move. He pulls out the knife and Peter bites back a sob. After that it’s just frigid hard air in the wound, like an aggravated bee sting.

Tony hums to himself as he works.

Peter wonders if he even realises he’s doing it, or if he’s so focused he can’t hear anything but his own heartbeat. Sometimes Peter gets like that, zeroes in so much on a chemistry project or experiment that Ned can say his name eight times before he actually hears it.

“Almost done,” Tony says suddenly. Peter nods against his shoulder.

A few minutes later and finally the gentle pulling sensation at Peter’s side stops. Tony puts a bandage over the wound. “Brilliant, show-stopping. Some of my best work. And Bruce said practising on bananas was a waste of time, shame on him.”

Peter can’t even smile. With every passing second more fresh blood is being pumped into his veins and he’s growing more and more lucid. The humiliation is beginning to wax, the embarrassment, the second guessing and anxiety. God, he’s been clinging to Tony like some lost little kid for half an hour, crying silently onto his shoulder.

“Kiddo?”

Peter pulls back. He wipes his eyes. Blinks a few times, but it’s still too bright.

“FRI, lights at half percent, please?”

Immediately, Peter feels relief. It’s less like a glaring sun and more like a lamp without a shade. He wipes his cheeks dry and sniffs. “Sorry, Mr Stark.”

“Sorry? For what, almost dying? Yeah, well, I’m sure you are. It’s scary stuff, but it happens sometimes.”

Peter frowns. “I thought you said you were mad.”

“Yeah, well,” Tony shrugs. He doesn’t look at Peter as he carefully packs away his suturing kit. “Things change. How are you feeling?”

“A little better. Thanks for patching me up.”

“Hey, anything for my spider-baby,” Tony says easily, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Peter is torn between screaming or asking the thousand and one questions cropping up in his mind. He settles for staring stupidly. Tony catches this, tilts his head, and grins.

“So I take it you wanna talk about it?”

“What? What? Talk about that?”

“Me calling my home your home.”

“Oh, you—” Peter clears his throat. “Uh, I mean, if you want to.”

Tony sighs. Then he swings up onto the gurney to sit next to Peter. “I want you to feel welcome here. I want you to feel safe here. The rest of the team… well, suffice to say they don’t come around so much these days. You know that. But when they did, it sort of felt… Well, anyway. Just remember I’m always here. For you. And just always here in general. Seriously, I rarely leave, it’s frightening, actually—”

“Thank you, Mr Stark.”

Tony stops short. He nods. “Of course.”

“So… did I really ruin the carpet?”

“Oh yeah. Looks like a crime scene. It’s nice stuff too, imported from France—”

“Oh my god, seriously?”

“Seriously, but I figure a few more years as my indentured servant and you’ll work it off.”

Peter hangs his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Kid, what have we said?”

“‘I can’t hear you when you’re looking at your feet, Peter, for the love of god stop mumbling—’”

“The other thing.”

“Oh. Uh, stop it with the sorrys?”

“You got it.” Tony bumps their shoulders together. “Now come on, grab your little blood bag there and we’ll get some good old fashioned red meat into you. How do burgers sound?”

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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100 Boy Meets World Prompts

Cory

1 “And I just want to ask one thing: What's this?” “No, NAME, we were just --“ “Undapants!”

2 “They want you to take the rolls!”

3 “Please pay at the register, honey. And tipping is not a city in China.”

4 “NAME, you're trying to seduce me.”

5 “No, I don't get hit by a bus.” “Why not?” “Because I use the crosswalks, I memorize the bus schedules, and if I've got a husband/wife like NAME, I ain't leavin' the house.”

6 “NAME, just face it, you're afraid to make a commitment.” “I'm not afraid to make a commit -- I've been with NAME for fifteen years!” “Ah, they've been good years.”

7 “Wait, is this you or NAME talking?” “He/She decided we're one person.”

8 “This is raw, hot, unfiltered passion, and that kiss opened the gates.” “There are no gates.” “Oh, there's gates.”

9 “You were one of those kids that enjoy getting spanked, weren't you?” “I always deserved it.”

10 “But I've never failed before.” “There's a first time for everything.” “That argument doesn't get you anywhere with him/her.”

11 “You're not my father/mother, NAME.” “If I were your father/mother, I'd spank you, NAME. Because that's what you deserve. A big spanking! Now take down your pants.

12 “How could you possibly get into this much trouble in one day?” “It didn't take me the whole day.”

13 “It's us against him/her. Living on the edge, babe.” “I like when you call me babe.”

14 “Maybe I'm dreaming. Pinch me! ... Not on the butt.” “Sorry, it was just right there.”

15 “Gee, NAME, I'm looking around the room trying to see if anyone asked your opinion. I don't see anyone. Is anyone? No?”

16 “Did you hear how I referred to myself in the third person for emphasis?” “I thought that was a nice touch.” “NAME did too.”

17 “Finally someone understands my particular genuis.”

18 “First of all, there is a Whipped Magazine. I didn't subscribe; somehow they found me.”

19 “You know, you're a very sexy boy/girl, NAME.” “Really? I'm a sexy boy/girl. Thanks. I can't wait to tell NAME.”

20 “I'm in! Those idiots let me in.”

21 “Well I am shocked and dismayed.” “Well now you can't be both. You be shocked, I'll be dismayed.”

22 “Wear something of mine. What do you want, a jacket or a hat?” “A jacket. I'm very prone to hat head. Sometimes I get it without even wearing a hat.”

23 “So how was your weekend?” “Ah, one of the all time greats. I slept in, I watched TV, I played video games. And Sunday I took it easy.”

24 “I'm supposed to see other people. You're supposed to wait until I die.”

25 “This is so great. I wish NAME was here.”

Shawn

26 “Use a mirror, babe.”

27 “You know, NAME, NAME said something interesting before that got me thinking.” “Wait a minute. NAME got you thinking?” “He/She seemed well rested.”

28 “You listened to NAME.” “Oh my God, I listened to NAME.”

29 “I mean, NAME, you're much cooler than I am. At least I thought you were.” “Trust me, I am.”

30 “Hey, if I had things my way, NAME would walk in the day after the honeymoon and have the whole thing annulled.”

31 “You know, I'd give up on them but I don't think they'd notice.” “What?”

32 “He’s/She's your ex. Let me spell that for you, X.”

33 “Please get out and don't ever come back.”

34 “Yeah, so it's like you're a couple and we're a couple, and we're exactly the same except that --“ “You're married and we're happy.”

35 “Well what kind of stupid thing was it for you to care whether I put you back together again? What are you, Humpty Dumpty?”

36 “I hate myself.” “You're not alone.”

37 “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, very tasteful honey. Did you hear that, NAME?” “NAME, his/her lover.” “Oh, shut up Yoko.”

38 “You're a disgrace to the entire back row.”

39 “You don't think I'm a geek?” “Of course not.” “You think I'm cool?” “Of course not.”

40 “You're thinking too much. Do what I do, don't think.”

41 “You sure that's three cheeses? Because I only see two. Where's the Gouda, pal?”

42 “Don't move. Maybe he/she doesn't see us.

43 “Oh, man, I gotta do something now. Think.” “You gotta think, NAME.” “Ow.” “Thinking cramp?” “Yeah.” “I get those, too.”

44 “Look, NAME, I've been doing some thinking. Ow!”

45 “We have to come up with a plan.” “You know that's so crazy it just may work.” “What may work?” “The plan.” “I didn't tell you what it was.” “That way they can't get it out of me.” “Get what out of you?” “Nice try.”

Topanga

46 “We've waited for this moment all our lives. What are you thinking?” “I can't believe NAME’s not here.” “I love you too.”

47 “NAME!” “Oh, no.” “Oh, don't you run away from me, you old goat.”

48 “NAME. My dear little butt-head. May I call you butt-head?” “Sure.”

49 “I don't want to offend any one and my family's feelings are the most important thing to me. But if she thought I was getting married in that freaking monstrosity, she must have been hitting the sauce.”

50 “Have you looked at him/her?” “Okay, so he’s/she's pretty, he’s/she's tall, he/she drives a new red convertible. Oh heck, I'd go out with him/her.”

51 “NAME, you transparent moron. If you sigh one more time, I'm going to give you something to sigh about.”

52 “You know I could take you.” “You don't want to dance with me, boy/girl.” “You don't see me running, do you?” “Bring it on, NAME.” “It's on.”

53 “That's it. That's it, I've had it! I don't want to put the Sweet & Lo in my purse.”

Eric

54 “Hey, little bro/sis. Life's tough, get a helmet.”

55 “So I said to myself, NOT THEIR NAME --“ “NOT THEIR NAME?” “That's what I call myself.”

56 “I'll do it. I'm the oldest.” “Actually, I'm the oldest.” “Yeah, but I've lived the longest.”

57 “I don't know what's going to happen to me. But I know I'm gonna be a good person who cares about people. And I blame you for that.”

58 “I sort of thought you guys would keep my room the way it is.” “Actually, NICKNAME, for that I think you have to be unexpectedly killed by a truck or something.”

59 “What are you going to do when your hair grows back?” “It's not going to grow back. I got my receipt!”

60 “I'm dead.” “I'm dead.” “I'll get as sick as you can get without actually dying.”

61 “NAME, one word: You're with me.”

62 “NAME, I think he’s/she's a witch. And not a good witch like Glinda, a bad witch like with the monkeys.”

63 “NAME, what are you doing to me? We had a deal. You and FRIEND are so perfect for each other you should be married!” “I'm not ready.”

64 “Oh, look at that. You wobble like a weeble!”

65 “Don't you see what you're going through? This is your middle east crisis.” “Middle age crisis.”

66 “Of all the nights to fight, I mean Halloween, this is the one holiday that's supposed to bring loved ones together.”

67 “How can I let it go when it haunts my very thought?”

68 “By the way, that last paper you wrote, I couldn't stop thinking about it.” “That's because it was smut! ‘My lips quivered.’ -- it was filth. It was screamy filth.”

69 “You can't do that, NAME.” “Why are you calling me NAME?” “Because that's your human name.”

70 “Stay out of this, NAME, it's a one man/woman mission. ... Will you help me?”

Mr. Feeny

71 “Don't you mean ‘do well’?” “No, I mean do good.”

72 “You are the worst babysitter that ever lived.” “And your children are the spawn of Satan.”

73 “I was expecting you. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. It was only a matter of time.”

74 “How are we supposed to get home?” “Wait 'til it's dark. Then run, very quickly.”

75 “You're still moving away? Ah, for the love of Mike, stop with the mind games, man.” “You know this is the reason I can't sell my house.”

76 “I know my man/woman.” “It's like we have one brain.” “Yes, well. That's too easy.”

77 “Ho, ho. Is that the stupid idea train coming 'round the bend?”

78 “Oh, I think you're much more stupid than you give yourselves credit for.”

79 “Well, since you're not set on a name for the baby, I, myself, have always been partial to THEIR NAME.”

80 “I'm not responsible for Dream THEIR NAME!”

81 “For years I've seen you give advice to everybody, but never me. Why is that?!” “You don't ask.”

82 “The guy on our couch eating our beer nuts.” “Mmm, nutty.”

83 “Wait a minute. Maybe we should all just think for a second.” “No, NAME and I tried that. It doesn't work.”

Jack

84 “You don't know what it's like to live here, man. You don't.” “Why do you stay?” “Because ... he’s/she's my friend. Because I like him/her. And no matter what crazy things he/she says or does, I still like him/her. God help me I still like him/her.”

85 “You know, NAME, I'm having trouble opening this jar.” “That's because it's a can.”

86 “I can't be poor. I'm too good looking to be poor.”

87 “I would never pay for that shirt.”

88 “He's/She’s too passive. He/She needs to voice his/her opinions more.” “Ooh, NAME, what do you think about that?” “I don't know.”

Angela

89 “You guys are our closest friends, but we are sick and tired of you!”

90 “Because I'd rather give him/her attention for acting normal.” “Oh, honey. We know that's never going to happen.”

91 “Let me ask you this, in all the time you were with NAME, did he ever call out the name S/O NAME?” “No, but he called out the name PERSON ANAME.” “In what context?”

92 “No, I was just a little surprised seeing you here, eating my food, which is mine.” — Rachel

Alan

93 “It's quarter after three. Only creeps and wierdos are up now.” [person c enters]

94 “Anything happens to NAME, I'll kill you.” “You like him/her better than me.” [person a nods]

95 “I have an incomplete future.” “Of course you have an incomplete future. The future's always incomplete. When it's complete, people tend to call it the past.”

96 “You chose FRIEND over your own flesh and blood? You're dead to me.”

Amy

97 “I don't like it when you call him/her an idiot, NAME.” “I didn't call him/her anything.” “Oh, well I guess I must have thought it in my head.”

98 “NAME, we used you as a decoy. We knew you'd be stupid so we used it against you.”

99 “What happened? I used to be good.” “NAME, I say this with love and respect. You were never good.”

100 “We're just asking you to get us off the hook.” “No. This is your hook, you're going to hang there like the worms you are.”

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this-solaris-life · 4 years

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Oh, I'm going to make you work hard (like, I want to cry). Can I get #24 from the Angsty Prompt list for WangXian?

This was challenging! Considering I actually can’t picture this couple sad and my writer’s heart is made for fluff. I hope that you enjoy my attempt!

Fifteen minutes. That’s how long it’d taken for everything that they’d built together to come crumbling down. The past year that they’d been in this marriage contract had proved that he and Lan Zh-..Lan Wangji were perfect for one another. It’d been so bad at first with the two of them clashing over the smallest things but then the two of them had grown so close. Lan Wangji had opened up about the loneliness he’d felt and how he actually cared about him. After that, he’d been able to relax and stop being so spiteful about being married to the man.

Wei Wuxian had fallen hopelessly in love with Lan Wangji despite the contract. He thought that Lan Wangji had felt the same. The way he’d behaved after he’d confessed had been so telling to him. But like all the good things in Wei Wuxian’s life it was ripped from him. He’d gotten a call from Lan Wangji telling him that he was on his way home and he’d be there in fifteen minutes. Wei Wuxian had been so excited but then he’d never arrived. Two hours went by and Lan Xichen had finally called to tell him what happened.

“I thought Su She had called you, A-Xian. I’m sorry.” Lan Xichen’s quivering voice said. “He must have forgotten but Wangji was in an accident. He’s in surgery now. I’ve sent Lan Mayleen to come pick you up.”

“Please keep me updated.” He replied back before the two of them had hung up and he’d waited for his brother-in-law’s driver to arrive. The two ride there had been a roller coaster of emotions for him. His stomach twisting as he thought of the worst possible outcomes. If He was honest now, he hadn’t been prepared for what happened next. By the time that he got there Lan Wangji had gotten out of surgery and in less than four hours he’d woken. So of course when he is arguing with Su She that Lan Wangji wakes up and they discover that he’s lost his memories of the past two years.

The man who’d become warm and open with him was gone. It’d been replaced by a rather stoic and cold man. Wei Wuxian had tried to explain the argument but Lan Wangji had kicked him out of the room after telling him that Su She had explained everything about their marriage. Wei Wuxian had left only to keep his husband from getting more agitated after the surgery. He’d planned to go back but found that Meng Yao was waiting for him on the porch the next morning. Apparently, Lan Wangji had gone ahead and contacted him last night. From his hospital bed he’d ordered Meng Yao to draft their divorce papers. In the papers he’d agreed to continue paying for Jiang Cheng’s treatments, give him alimony, and the house that he currently lived in. Wei Wuxian had wanted to fight it but then he’d seen where Lan Wangji had actually signed it himself. It wasn’t Su She’s approved version.

It’d broken his heart to see it. The settlement was good and gracious but the fight he’d gendured for the love they’d shared was more worth it to him. He and his brother hadn’t been broke before and they wouldn’t go broke with this. Wei Wuxian had told Meng Yao that he wouldn’t divorce Lan Wangji with him having just come out of surgery. He would take care of his husband to the best of his abilities.

And god’s he’d tried so hard to take care of him. But the post-surgery version of Lan Wangji was so cruel to him. The person he knew at the start of their marriage hadn’t been this bad. Wei Wuxian had tried to keep the faith that his Lan Zhan would come back but he didn’t. The silence, cutting comments, blatant disrespect against him, Lan Wangji’s flirting with Su She, and the isolation was so hard and painful. But the moment that broke him was when he was at a dinner with Lan Wangji’s family and he’d disrespected Jiang Cheng. The treatments were so hard on him and he’d had to leave shortly after arriving. Thankfully, Lan Xichen had offered to take him home.So, he hadn’t been present when Lan Wangji made the horrid comment about Jiang Cheng looking like a corpse.

Wei Wuxian had tossed the silk napkin onto his plate then stood up. He wouldn’t stay in this marriage a moment longer. It’d been six months and this was utter hell. Wen Ning had been right to tell him that he was holding onto a dream. His Lan Zhan was gone. He needed to wake up and this was it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lan Wangji dared to ask after roughly grabbing his forearm. His gaze filled with annoyance and a scowl on his face.

“You don’t deserve the answer, Lan Wangji.” Wei Wuxian responded coldly. His gaze sharpened and dropped to his arm. “Let go of me. Now.”

When Lan Wangji didn’t obey him. Wei Wuxian wrenched his arm from him. He felt the sting of tears coming to his eyes. All the pain and rage coming to the front. “Don’t. You. Ever. Touch. Me. Again. I’m such a fool to think that I’d get my Lan Zhan back! That the monster that came home to me would leave. But alas this...“He gestured to Lan Wangji’s entire being “..is what stayed. I’ve gone through so much because of you and I even tried to be your friend if that’s what you needed.” He yelled not caring that they were in Lan Qiren’s house anymore. The dinner had been just another way for Lan Wangji to punish him for choosing to stay and it gave Lan Qiren the ability to do it too. “Not even that earned a smidge of kindness. All I got was unfiltered disdain and disrespect which I can take but I will not let you talk that way about my brother!“ He pointed his finger at the golden eyed man. “Lan Wangji, I did not choose you. You chose me and I wish you’d never come into our lives.”

“Wei W-” Lan Wangji started to stay as Wei Wuxian turned to leave. He stepped forward grabbing Wei Wuxian’s arm again.

“I said do not touch me. ” This time Wei Wuxian didn’t hold back getting his arm free again. His tears finally fell and he shoved Lan Wangji back hard enough that he slipped, falling backwards. His head made a sound as it hit the floor. His heart ached something fierce but Wei Wuxian made himself turn around. He would never again help the man. A look of confusion mixed with a little bit of blood on the hand that had reached to check his head.

“We are done. He didn’t stop even as Lan Wangji shouted his name.

He didn’t go back to their home. No, he went to his brother’s. Lan Xichen had tried to get him to forgive him but it was the last straw. All the pieces of his heart he’d given to Lan Wangji had been broken and turned to dust. The next morning he’d made the call to Meng Yao telling him to bring the divorce papers. He’d signed them without hesitation this time. He wasn’t going to stay where he wasn’t wanted and where his brother would be mistreated.

Wei Wuxian wasn’t a man to do anything by halves. The only person he allowed into his life connected to Lan Wangji was Lan Xichen and that was because the gentle man had fallen in love with his younger brother. Jiang Cheng had never been happier to have the man with him and it wasn’t Lan Xichen’s fault that Lan Wangji was the way that he was now. Two years rolled by and in that time Wei Wuxian had forced himself to move on. He had to or he was going to drown. In doing that he realized that his feelings for Wen Ning ran deeper than just friends and the two of them began dating.

He thought he’d feel something when Lan Wangji’s memories came back. It’d taken four years by then and it was four year too late. Wei Wuxian sighed as he listened to Lan Xichen explain and ask him to meet Lan Wangji at MianMian’s coffee shop.

“You should go.” Wen Ning said with a kiss to the top of Wei Wuxian’s head as the latter tossed his phone on the high-top kitchen table. “At least for closure.”

“I don’t want too.” Wei Wuxian pouted before pulling Wen Ning into his lap.

“He wants to apologize. You don’t have to forgive him but you owe to yourself to hear him say the words.” Wen Ning said cupping Wei Wuxian’s cheek. Wei Wuxian still didn’t want to go but he knew that he would because his boyfriend was right. He did deserve to hear the apology.

“Fine but I want my jalapeno poppers to be extra spicy tonight and I want some emperor's smile.” Wei Wuxian sighed.

“Of course.” Wen Ning laughed before Wei Wuxian pulled him into a kiss.

He’d gotten several more rather delicious kisses from his boyfriend before he headed out to meet Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian had wrapped the red and white scarf that Wen Ning had made him around his neck along with his tan peacoat. He didn’t mind that the wind had messed with his hair. Honestly, he didn’t plan to stay long. However, by the coffee cup placed in front of the empty seat across from Lan Wangji said a different story.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji greeted him and the sound of his birth name had him feeling bristled a bit.

“Lan Wangji.” Wei Wuxian greeted him in return. He inwardly rolled his eyes at how Lan Wangji had stood up to greet him. Wei Wuxian sat down and kept his hands in his pockets fidgeting with the little toys that A-Yuan had snuck into them. Lan Wangji sat down with an awkward embarrassed expression on his face mixed with sorrow.

“Wei Yi-”

“Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji, my birth name is for my family only.” Wei Wuxian cut him off. He didn’t want to hear Lan Wangji use it again. To hear it a moment ago only light a fire that was fueling anger.

“Wei Wuxian.” Lan Wangji said after a moment then went into apologizing. To Wei Wuxian it all sounded so scripted and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes again. He was over Lan Wangji. It’d taken so long to build the good life he had now. He’d spent countless nights at the beginning thinking of the what ifs and should have beens between them. Hearing Lan Wangji tripping over himself over the time he’d lost was nothing but old baggage and Wei Wuxian wasn’t going to waste time on it. The annoyance and the past anger rose up in his chest.

“How much did it hurt you to know you lost me?” Wei Wuxian asked abruptly.

Lan Wangji blinked for a moment. Wei Wuxian was sure it was because of his sharp tone. “I felt like my heart was being crushed.”

“Crushed?” Wei Wuxian huffed in amusement and disbelief. The memory of the pain, the fear, the regret, and sleepless nights “You know I used to miss you despite all the pain you put me through? It used to hurt so bad I could barely stand it, but then I would remember that the man I used to love was gone. As time passed I stopped missing you, Lan Wang, I moved on.”

“I…”

“You should too.” Wei Wuxian said, standing up and without looking back left the coffee shop.

#prompt for sass #angsty prompts #wangxian #wenxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wen ning #mentions of jiang cheng #mentions of lan qiren #lan xichen #sad stuff #amnesia #heartbreak #my attempt at being angsty #unhappy ending

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The Boyfriend tag [Ashton Edition]

Summary: an unfiltered interview with Ashton Irwin and his girlfriend.

Words: 7.7k

“Hello! I'm Ashton Irwin from five seconds of summer” He says when the camera starts rolling.

“ I am (Y/n) his special friend” I continue, showing a big smile.

“This is now our turn to answer everything we can about us” He announces, pointing straight at the camera “We will give it to you straight, unfiltered and sitting on the best f*ck#** chair I’ve ever seen” he laughs, straightening his legs and rocking our chair back and forth.

We were both currently on a bench that just happened to have a spinning mechanism just like office chairs and allowed us to move around if we wanted.

“It’s really the best chair ever” I agreed, laughing along with him.

He loved it. The moment we got to sit here he made me sit by his side and sneaks his arm around me, pulling me closer and getting himself comfy for the interview. It was really nice.

I am just about to say something, to state some weird occurrence that came to my head, but one of the producers steps forwards and he looks like he is about to give us more instructions like before when we were just about to get ready for this interview.

“Sorry to interrupt, I should have mentioned you can’t really curse on this show”

My cheeks heat up just like that, my jaw drops open and so does Ashton’s, we turn to look at each other and he does look pretty surprised by this one. We forgot this was a thing in some companies.

“Oh no sh*t, Sorry about that” He curses again as he laughs, clapping in the air dramatically and nodding at the camera “what a great start!”

“It’s alright, Michael did it too, multiple times, we’ll bleep it out”

“Fantastic” he nods and then reaches for the table, grabbing the Ipad with all the question and handing it to me “take it away, baby” he instructs.

I smile at the camera. Let this wild ride start.

Where and when did we first meet?

“We meet in Spain” he speaks first, taking over the question “We had a gig there and we had a day off, went for a walk around the historic parts of the city and, well...” he says, leaving it hanging and not finishing like he would do sometimes.

I knew what he wanted and I wasn’t going to let that be our full answer, so I look straight at the camera and decide to uncover him with the truth.

“He got lost in the gothic quarters” I reveal, shrugging at the camera lens.

He presses his lips together and sighs. For some reason, he isn’t the biggest fan of this story and is always trying to make it better.

“It makes more sense if I say it” he explains “We weren’t completely lost, it was just a bit hard to know the way out” he said as if that was any better.

Potato-potato. It was both the same thing.

“You were lost” I repeat, chuckling at him and taking over the question “I mean, it’s a big place, I understand why you couldn’t find the way out” I say on his behalf, trying to explain myself “I was waiting for my mom outside of this store and I saw them once, then twice, then another time until they stopped to google their location and I came to the rescue” I smile a very heroic smile “it was also low season, so the majority of people there spoke everything but English” I roll my eyes, because that was just an absurd fact

“Thanks god you were there” he mentions, agreeing with me “honestly, hearing someone speak a familiar language was relieving” he laughs turning to kiss on my temple lightly “but yeah, that’s how we met” he wraps up the story with a shrug “After that she walked us all the way back to the venue so…”

“It was good” I continue, nodding “No one got any more lost” I joke, taking over the Ipad and moving on to the next question of the bunch.

When and where was our first date?

He sighs “Our first date” He says in a mumble, really thinking about it and instantly looking unimpressed by the one and only answer we had “it was not really a date, if I’m honest, I wouldn’t call that a date”

I frown. “Hey” I whine, nudging him with my shoulder.

It was a bit rude of him to say that and I wasn’t totally okay with it, even when he was kind of right.

“Babe, it felt more of a get-together, not really a formal thing, don’t you think?” He explains to me but at the same time speaks to the public “rather messy I would say”

I roll my eyes heavily. I could disagree on that “I like to think it was a date, it was the first time we got to hang out” I add, shrugging a bit to then proceed to tell the story “I took him to my hometown which is pretty close to the city and it’s probably the only place around that doesn’t get super crowded and we went for ice cream and everything!”

“It was lovely” He agrees, not really meaning that it was a bad day but he thinks it was not a real date. “But see, I know it sounds like a date but at the time, everyone was invited, they just not wanted to go” he mentions, chuckling at that part of the story.

For some reason, I always manage to forget about that. Those times where I just met them and they wanted a local guide, which I offered my services to with my best intentions to give them a tour of the best beaches, but most of them were tired and Ashton was the only one up to it. Their loss.

“Lazy asses, as you can see” I say, shaking my head at the story “They missed out, but we got something so good out of it and! we were on the beach like all day” I brag, leaning my head on his shoulder and hugging him close.

“You. Lose” he says, pronouncing each word clearly and pointing at the camera.

In all seriousness though, I was glad they didn’t go to that date, that way, I wouldn’t have gotten so much time to hang out with him as I did, look what came out of it.

What was your first impression of me?

“I remember very clearly the first time I saw you and just instantly hoped you were not a fan, I was not in the mood for anything at that moment” He starts, chuckling a little as he speaks and looking down in my direction “but well, uh, I guess the best answer I can give is that I noticed how energetic and honest you were, you didn’t care who we were or what we were doing, you just wanted to help and that really stuck with me” He smiled, showing me that adorable dimpled grin I loved too much.

“Aw” I smile, reaching up to caress his cheek softly “the first thing I noticed about you was your style, for me that was super outstanding and super old fashion vibes, which I love, and also, your way of approaching people, it’s very inviting and welcoming, I felt good, it made me feel like I was meeting an old friend” I shrug, looking up and down at him to then give him a small shy smile.

“That’s good, right?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, almost as if he just wanted to make sure it was all okay.

I chuckle. Was he really asking that to me? To the one person that adored him more than anything.

“Oh no, actually instantly hated you, you just looked like a great bank in general” I scoff, taking my hand off his face and making a move to fake push him away from me.

He gasps at that assumption. “Hey!” he laughs, reaching back for my arms and keeping it hostage “See, she can be a little bit mean at times” he speaks to the camera, as he sneaks his arms around my waist and squeezes.

I yell. I was not expecting him to do that and it was slightly embarrassing, he knows it’s my soft spot. I let it pass through, I will get revenge, but not now, It had to wait a little more.

When did you meet my family?

“That is private and how dare you ask that question!” He speaks harshly at the camera, pointing at it accusingly and shaking his head, but he wasn’t serious at all, he wanted to mess with the producers like usual.

“Stop” I laughed, grabbing his hand and putting it down “he's joking” I let everyone know, just in case.

He laughs too, knowing that maybe it was time to get a little more serious and answer the question instead of trying to avoid it because, at the end of everything, it wasn’t a big deal, it was just a simple story.

“The first time I met your family was in LA, which was also the first time you invited me there for your summer break, spend a couple weeks there, it was amazing,” I say, smiling at the memory. Those were some fantastic three weeks.

“Yep” he nods, stepping in to tell his side of the story “I don’t even need to say it, I met your family on our first date, they were around a couple of times” he says, shrugging a little at his answer, because it was really that easy.

“They liked going on the beach with us but still, I think they were a little intimidated by my presence with an older foreign man, who (by the way) didn’t speak any Spanish and I meet the day before” I say with a weird smile as I shrug. I remember the multiple warnings I had from my mom for doing this and then me, not paying attention, but even when she was right, nothing really happened, we had something amazing bloom from that day.

“As you can tell our thing was kind of the slow-building kind of relationship” he speaks, chuckling a little at the thought.

One day we meet… the other he met my parents...

“Yeah! Definitely” I nod, agreeing with him “in 48 hours we were already… having sex” I let out as if I was totally serious. We can’t help to break into laughter.

I would never do that, not now and not ever.

“I’m kidding” I say to the camera as I keep going with my small fit of pure giggles.

“Yes, don’t actually do that, that’s risky, kids” He warns, being totally serious but also being a taken out of seriousness with his constant laughing. “but yeah that’s how we meet each other’s family” he says, finishing off the question.

“those were some historic moments” I compliment, breathing in to calm my laughing.

he nods. “next question, please”

Who said “I love you” first?

That question can only make me smile and nothing else.

“I did” I say, throwing out a dreamy look. “Funny thing is, we weren’t even dating by that time, I’m just very emotional and thought I would let it out as soon as I saw a chance” I nervously chuckle as I throw that fact out there.

“Hm, we weren’t dating by the time” he confirms, rubbing his jaw with one hand, almost as if he was thinking about it. “I kissed you once or twice and would hang out a lot but we weren’t…” he tries to explain, turning to look at me.

“It was a bit embarrassing” I confess, being realistic about the situation.

For some reason he seems to be surprised of me even saying that, his eyes widen and he is thrown back a little bit, taking a good look at my face.

“Ah babe!” he exclaims, frowning a little bit but then pulling me into one quick hug “Why? It was lovely” he asks, almost concerned.

“Not really” I chuckle a bit. “See, it was on that summer when you guys were back in Spain but not really for a long time, which sucked because I loved to spend time with you but at the end of everything I knew you had to leave and i couldn’t go with you even if I wanted, so in my mind I thought, the worst-case scenario is that you don’t feel the same or just don’t feel ready, and I said it” I explain to him, trying to making it sound like no big deal, even when at the time it was a big deal. “Pff, I remember everything, like the time, weather, place, what I did...”

He nods, seeming to understand “We were on… that park, weren’t we?”

I smile “Uh Huh, park güell” I confirm. It was my favorite place in the world “This place is like giant and it has this part that it’s super tall, you need to do a bit of a hike to get there but it’s super cool because you can see the entire city from there” I explain, trying to make the audience picture the scenario a bit “we were sitting down and just looking at the view and I said ‘can I tell you a secret?’” I mumble in my mic, acting out the scene “He said ‘sure’ and I said ‘I may be wrong but I think I love you’” I let out, with a bit of a proud smile.

“And I said, if I’m not mistaken ‘I may be surprised but I would be stupid to not see that’” he follows my lead, without me even asking “I didn’t say it back and I am sorry but for me this was more of an eye-opening moment when I knew maybe this is the girl I should keep front and center, all the time” He confessed, looking down at me and pulling me more into his hug.

“And we made it official” I say, wrapping up my story.

“Hell yeah” He said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. What a beautiful story to tell.

What dressing do I always wear?

“Easy” he said with the most confident tone he could wear. He goes and grabs the hem of my glasses with incredible skill and snatches them off “boom” he exclaims, sliding them on his face instantly.

“Hey!” I yell, trying to go and reach them but he moves away from me, not letting me get them back. “No, you’re going to stretch them” I whine, trying to reach him but he doesn’t let me “You have a big f*ck#** head”

Oops, I cursed, my bad.

“I have a great head thank you very much” he brags, showing me his tongue teasingly and turning to see the camera through my lenses “Shoutout to all my head fatties out there” he laughs, showing a couple thumbs up in support.

“No” I laugh, reaching for his hands and pulling them down “Rude” I let him know, finally being able to reach in and get back my glasses, I needed them.

Now it was my turn to answer and lucky me, I had no clue on what I could possibly say, there was a bunch of things, but he also wasn’t the kind of repetitive person, it was not that easy.

“I don’t know what to answer” I pout, looking up at him.

He shrugs. “Anything”

That still doesn’t help. I look at him up and down, analyze him, trying to think on what could be the best answer to give to the public, because I didn’t want to sound obvious but in moments like this, I might need to.

“Polka dots” I say, almost disappointed at my lame answer “I hate this answer, it’s most basic ever” I say rolling my eyes “you’re not even wearing them today”

He moves back, looks at me almost acting offended and then says “yes, I am” he assures me, I squint at him, that seemed like something he would say just to make me feel like I was right.

“prepared to be surprised” He said, leaning back on our seat and pulling his knee up, proceeding to put his foot on the table.

Rude.

Very carefully he pulls the hem of his pants up, revealing a very cute black and red polka dot sock “Boom” he smiles proudly, showing me his fun sock.

“Oh dear…” I laugh, leaning in to pull at them playfully. “Sneaky”

he nods “I keep with the aesthetic, honey” he teases me, getting his foot off the table and sitting down straight. “next question”

Weird habit of each other?

“Does Dad jokes count as a habit?” I ask rhetorically, turning to look at him “For you, it’s become one”

I was joking, he knows I was, but still the moment I make that assumption he gasps as he was offended and touches the center of his chest with one hand.

“What?” He asks in disbelief “They’re great! C'mon” he insists, squeezing my sides slightly.

“You’re a dad, it’s weird” I insist, reaching over and squeezing his side too “There’s my answer, your dad jokes” I state, looking at my front “I don’t mind them most of the time, but you’re a dad”

He laughs a sarcastic laugh, next thing a know there is a hand on my face “Shush” he says, pushing my face away “Shush woman” he demands for a second time as he laughs at me moving away from his touch. “you do have a habit and I’m going to tell you what it is” he starts his answer, now getting serious “You repeat everything I say and everything everyone says all of the time”

I gasp. I don’t know how he even dared to expose me like that but it was weird that he chose this particular one, it wasn’t even that dramatic.

“What does that mean?” I frowned slightly looking at him, but after a couple seconds of thinking about it, I get it “Oh no, hold on, I get it, I know what it is” I chuckle, shaking my head at the thought.

He was right, it’s a bad habit.

“Every time I say something funny for you or outstanding you repeat the last phrase I said in that exact sentence and that’s a bad habit, lady” he states, touching my nose and then pinching it playfully.

“I’m sorry” I say in a baby voice, trying to make it just a little better.

“It’s okay” he laughs, shrugging it off.

Yes, it was a bad habit, but it wasn’t even that bad, I would break it off eventually so I didn’t mind him telling the world. It was just something passenger, we could talk about it.

How long have we been together?

“Almost three years now” he speaks firsts, with now a serious tone.

“We turn three years in September” I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“It’s crazy” he nods, raising both of his eyebrows “I still can’t quite believe how we have managed to drag our relationship so far up, it’s insane” he confesses, looking down at me for a second.

“Yeah me too” I admit, keeping it completely real “I mean, I love him and I have always known there was something different in him but at the start of our relationship, things were not looking promising at all” I groan at the memory, our first two months weren’t the greatest.

“Not in the slightest bit” he agrees “We had a good trait and all but distance relationships are hard to keep” he hisses, shrugging a little.

The first months of our relation pretty much based itself on not only FaceTime calls but also text messages and dumb Snapchat pictures sent to each other for updates. It sucked. I don’t think neither of us had many hopes on the life of our relationship, but from there, things scaled a lot and got us where we are now.

“Lucky for us, we handled like masters” I brag, raising my hand and he gives me five.

“Teamwork”

What’s the most public thing you’ve done together?

Oh man, I loved this question for so many reasons. In a matter of seconds, I had the perfect answer to this question, no one needed to wait for me to answer or anything. I knew how to fill this spot.

“He brought me in on a radio interview” I confess “if that was not public I don’t know what is” I let out, heavily rolling my eyes at him.

That was such an uncomfortable moment for me, he thinks it’s hilarious, for me, it was both unexpected and weird.

“Oh man, I forgot about that” He laughs hard, throwing his head back and clapping in the air.

“You forgot?!” I exclaim, narrowing my eyes at him “How can you forget that? You did it!”

He nodded, not denying it but also not saying anything else about the matter. “I would very much like you to tell the story please” he nods at me, giving me the green light.

I nod. “Well, basically, we were in Australia (I think) and they were having this interview with a radio show thing” I explain, totally trying to paint a picture “Ashton was on fire, he really was, he started telling stories, answering everyone and it was just hilarious” I chuckle “I think you noticed I was laughing a lot and started looking at me and kept going with your hilarious self, to the point he stopped the interview and brought me in” I simply say, shrugging at the situation, it was as simple as that, but it felt like a lot more.

“I had to, I’m sorry” he excused himself, still giggling, finding the story super funny “sometimes I need a proof that I am really just this funny all the time” he excuses for a second time but this time just complimenting himself, lame.

“I was crying!” I exclaim in his face, now finding the right time to fight him for this “I started crying and laughing and you showed me on camera” I pout as I look away from him.

He laughs, even more, shaking his head and looking away just like I did.

This is basically our relationship, in a nutshell, he would annoy me at times, I would annoy him… it was a never-ending cycle that was constantly happening. Some would think it’s annoying, but us, we loved it, that’s the thing.

“I also did this on camera” he said, once he had calmed down, grabbing my chin and pecking my lips very softly.

He was still giggling though. Goddammit.

“It’s not funny” I giggle as well, nudging him away with my hand.

For once, he disagrees, shakes his head heavily and says “I think it is” he shrugs “next”

First thing you noticed about me?

“First thing” he says, looking away for a second and thinking about it. I was fairly intrigued by his answer on this one. It only takes him a couple seconds to concrete an answer and turns to me after he knows what to say “Your face” he reveals on a very serious tone.

I smile “Isn’t that just lovely?”

I had to admit I was totally teasing him about it, but he knew that already, he smiles at my answer to his first response and nudges me softly. I just wanted to keep on the mood light and funny for everyone.

“No, no, but I mean, not just your face, the brightness on your face in general” he says, explaining himself a bit better “you were helping us and it was just so kind, the way you approached to us with such a kind smile and willing to help was something that really stood out for me, not many people do that to strangers on the street, especially in such a busy city” he says and it is a fact.

That answer really warms my heart, he was so sweet.

“Aw, I love you” I mumble, leaning in and kissing his cheek “the first thing I noticed about you was your hair, is that weird?” I ask, chuckling a little bit at my answer.

He chuckles as well “Not at all, but why my hair?”

I shrug “I don’t know, I love it, I like the color” I say, lifting my hand to touch a few of his strands, now covered in hair gel and underneath red hair dye “I love how you are naturally blonde but not blonde blonde, it almost matches mine” I smile proudly.

Call me cheesy, but the fact that his hair resembles mine in a way made me proud, it was almost like destiny matches us to perfection. We would make some adorable and blondie babies.

“Yours is darker,” he says, reaching for my hair and touching it as well.

“A touch darker, yes” I nod “so there's that, I don’t have much to say, if I’m honest” I chuckle, turning around and grabbing the Ipad in front of me “next question”

Tell us a fun fact about you

We both stay quiet for some solid ten seconds. Dead silence.

“Fun fact” I speak softly, really trying to come out with something “Do you have something in mind? I got nothing” I say to my partner in crime.

“As a matter of fact, I do” He nods, because apparently he has been waiting for me to answer first all of this time. “We have an age gap, which is pretty large if you think about it-“

“Six years” I speak, just adding up information.

“Yeah, It’s six years and a bit more” He confirms “but besides that point, even though I am the oldest, I feel like that’s a lie because sometimes she is totally the older one in lots of aspects” He says, finishing with a smile and then turning to look at me.

Deep inside of me, I always knew this guy couldn’t hold a serious note for five minutes, he had to (in some way) pick on my buttons, like always. He was laughing now at my annoyed face and laughed more when I slapped his arm.

“Ashton!” I exclaimed, pushing him away “You are such a…” I start, pressing my lips together before having to curse “Are you calling me old?” I ask, narrowing my eyes “Are you calling me an old woman?”

He shrugs like he doesn’t mind “You’re an old soul, that’s what I’m trying to say” he explains to me, now sounding a bit softer. I frown, now being a bit concerned, that was a weird twist. “What did you think I was going to say?” he asked, laughing at my weird gaze.

I glance at him anyways “I know you were going to complain about me and my weird… pains” I say, being a bit weird out by saying that out loud.

“I would never” He says, almost offended, touching his chest in fake offence.

I knew he was trying to tease me.

“Yeah, uh-huh” I nod, rolling my eyes. I was going to let it pass, this is the kind of things that we would say just to make me fight him, he loved me fighting him for some reason, it was his hobby.

What's the biggest thing you’ve done for each other?

My heart feels warm by this question, it brings good memories.

“The biggest thing I have done for Ashton it’s probably this time I organized him a date, just to make him feel better” I smile softly, looking down at my hands as I speak “It wasn’t our anniversary or any important date but it was a time when things were starting to gather up a little for him and those things were managing to show up on his regular self” I explain “He was stressed and really not in the mood all of the time, he accepted zero comments on anything work related it was a bunch of things” I continue now turning my head to look up “So I decided to organized a bit of a date to help him take his mind of and relax; It took me all day to organize, I cooked dinner myself and also prepared some dessert, I decorated a little, which was tricky, I am not the best at decorating; and last but not least I just set up a whole mood around the house and decided to make it a place that didn’t revolve around work or things that assemble it, I wanted to make it a place of disconnection and where he could find his peace of mind in” I continue, looking at him with a smile“So yeah, that’s the biggest thing I did for you” I shrug shyly.

He pouts, smiling a little and clearly finding my story adorable. “I remember that day, of course, you were successful on what you intended because I loved it, you know I did” he says softly, kissing my temple softly “It’s also one of the best dates we’ve ever had and curious thing is, we never really even got out of the house” he chuckles softly.

“You’re welcome” I say, returning the favor and kissing his cheek.

“The biggest thing I’ve done for you it’s one hundred percent those tickets to the academy post-award show party thing” He admits, then looking at the camera and wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

I gasped harshly, throwing my head back at the fact. He just won over my best gift to him, this was definitely one of the best days of my whole existence.

“Shut the front door” I say, avoiding the impulse to curse “Yes, those were such a dream” I exclaim, laughing a bit.

“It took me a while to get my hand in those and I made lots of calls, you have no idea how many strings I pulled on that one but we got there!” He cheers, lifting his hand in succeed “We were really out of place at first, people in there were really…” he says, looking for the right words.

“Popular” I complete.

“Exactly” he agrees immediately “but you had fun, right?” He asked, looking over at me.

“Are you kidding? I got to talk to Catherine Zeta-Jones and Renee Zellweger on the same night, it was insanity” I say, completely happy to get that memory in my head “if you don’t know who those are, check your resources, they were in one of the best movie musicals out there, Chicago, they are living classics” I brag, putting a hand on my chest in emotion “Among other actors and actresses, that day was the most overwhelming and crazy days I have ever had and I don’t even mind that one bit”

He smiles, pulls me over to his side and kisses me once again. “She’s a fan of movies” it’s what he says, rubbing my shoulder.

“Number one fan” I complete, more like a correction “Next question, please”

Tell us a secret

“Uh, no” Ashton says, taking the lead and rolling his eyes, almost acting annoyed.

“Ballsy” I say to him, with a funny smile on my face.

“Not a chance” He keeps going, shaking his head “Nice try, you got us, whew!” he acts out, wiping fake sweat off his forehead “Secrets are meant to be secret not to be heard” he quotes, pointing at the camera and leaving that as his last words… for now.

“You did not…” I laugh, being interrupted but the small chuckles that came out of my lips “You did not just quote your own lyrics”

He laughs, probably finding hilarious how fast I caught that one. “I did and I’m proud” he said, sitting up straight to grab the IPad from my hands “next question”

What pisses you off?

“It pisses me off when he goes to tease me in public” I answer first, faster than ever “not even like normal regular teasing, he tries to tease me into making him a fool of himself in public, that’s what he wants” I shake my head, nudging him to the side playfully.

“Lies” He says, nudging me back.

“Nope” I shake my head harshly at the lies “he grabbed my ass in public the other day, so shamelessly, I think a pap got us” I confess, covering my face with both of my hands in embarrassment.

“Which was always my intention” he shrugs, not taking it as a big deal.

“It was weird!” I exclaim in argument “And then I was embarrassed and I decided to go for revenge days after, so I tried to grab his ass on the street but now all there is on the Internet is a picture of me chasing him because somehow, he actually sensed that before it happened and now there are pictures everywhere” I lean back on my seat, giving up on the situation and closing the story.

“I’m a gazelle with public humiliation” he graces himself proudly, to then very gently place the IPad on my hands “Next”

Now, he was trying to get away with this, he wanted to change the topic.

“You b#*ht” I cursed, slapping his arm playfully “I’m going to tell you what pisses him off” I take the lead, not letting this go.

I proceed to turn the IPad on its side and place my slightly long nails over the matte side of it to then run them back and forth repeatedly, making a really scratchy sound. He squirms instantly, almost as if I was running my nails over a chalkboard.

“Oh no!” he said, going immediately to grab my hands “Stop it, stop it, stop it” he whimpers “that’s torture”

“That’s vengeance,” I say, smiling playfully and turning the IPad on its side again.

Now we could keep going.

Favorite feature about each other?

“I love your eyes” I speak first, looking up at him and touching his brow softly “I know it’s very cliche but it’s really my favorite feature about you” I smile softly “I also love your chest, if you have seen his chest you know it’s the hairy type and when you wear those button shirts, it just makes it look extra good” I say playfully.

“Thanks” He smiles, leaning down and pecking my lips short, to then go ahead with his answer “do you want me to be honest?” he asks and I nod “I don’t think I can choose one thing I like about you because I just love everything about you” He says, totally serious and with a small smile on his face “I feel like you and I have something in common not only personally but spiritually and the way we get along so well have to do with the fact that our souls are connected” he says, starting a speech for the public, but specially for me “I’m a very spiritual person and I always like to read about things that have a reason to happen around us and I have always known that the way you were put in my life was one of the most beautiful things I have been challenged to keep with me, that’s why I love all of you, we are meant to live a life or part of our life together and you get along with me just perfectly to affront anything we are meant to do in the future” he says to me directly, reaching in to hold my hand. I let him. “so if I have to choose one thing, I would say, your soul and your heart, because those are the things that always convince me you were meant to be in my life” he finishes, squeezing my hand and lifting it to his lips, kissing it softly.

I feel my lip tremble and my eyes water. These are the sweetest words I have heard from him in a really long time, I couldn’t believe I was hearing them now.

“Ashton” I say softly, trying to blink away my watery eyes “Babe”

He looked back to me, catching a glimpse of my teary eyes and completely surprising himself “Aw babe!” he laughed, smiling down at me “Come here” he said, pressing me onto his chest and rubbing my back softly “there there” he mumbles as a couple of tears leave my eyes.

This is the kind of reactions that he got out of me every time he was this sweet. God damn, I love him.

What do we argue about the most?

“Just everything in general” I answer, once my eyes weren’t spilling out tears anymore and I was back on a serious posture. Although (once again), I was totally joking, I wasn’t answering these questions for real.

“Life, stuff” he continues, following my lead “Everything”

“Here’s the thing” I move over to explain “Our relationship pretty much revolves around who annoys who the most and even though we had fun with that and all, sometimes things end up blooming from that and that usually means we will argue”

“but they aren’t big arguments, I don’t think we actually fight over silly stuff like that, they’re pointless arguments but they aren’t fights, in fact, I don’t think I have ever gotten proportionally mad at you and we’ve been dating for three years” he says, completing my answer.

“Yeah, it’s usually dumb arguments like: “Why do you grab my butt in public”, don’t you think?” I say teasingly, looking back at him with a smile.

His jaw tenses a little bit. “Funny” he says, shaking his head “I was thinking more of a “Why do you hide my phone in your…”

“Hey!”I yell immediately to stop his talking and he does “shut up” I whine, leaning my forehead on his shoulder. I was so embarrassed.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding” he said in comfort, kissing my forehead “See? We argue but we love it” he laughs “Next question”

Do I have any weird obsessions?

“Yes” He answers with total confidence. “you love movies, like, you love them” he emphasizes, pointing at me with his thumb.

My eyebrow raises, I wasn’t expecting that answer. “You would call that an obsession?”

His lips are pressed together, he shrugs. “Maybe, you talk about them a lot, always find a reference for any situation, I think it is weird but I don’t mind it because it’s fun and healthy” He justifies, lifting his finger and laying it on my cheek softly.

“Thanks” I say, rolling my eyes like if I was annoyed, but I don’t say anything, I just go answer my part of the question “I don’t think you have obsessions, you always go through phases but they never really last for long” I shrug.

My answer was dull, but there was really nothing else I could say other than that.

“Meh” he let out, making a weird and careless sound, like if I have just said the wrong answer. I chuckled “I’m obsessed with you” he corrected me, smiling widely and reaching for me with his hand, grabbing my cheek and squeezing.

Squeezing hard.

“Ouch, ouchie, ouch” I whine but also can’t help but laugh “Don’t” I say, pulling away.

“I’m being gentle” he says laughing as well, squeezing my cheek softly now “See this cheeks? I love them” he speaks to the camera, caressing them with the back of his index finger and finally letting go “They are so squishy” he mentions pinching them one last time.

Gosh, it was so annoying. How adorable.

“Stop, Seriously” I laughed, moving away from his touch and holding the IPad up “next question”

Nicknames for each other?

“I call Ashton, Daddy” I say with a big smile on my face “like not even in a kinky way it’s just the regular nickname” I continue, totally with the intention of teasing him “Daddy can we go for ice cream? Can we go to the mall? It works for everything” I mock, bumping his shoulder with mine.

“No, that’s not true” he says laughing, bumping my shoulder back.

He hated that nickname and thought it was completely creepy, but every time I brought it up I managed to get a good laugh out of it. You could say by this point I am emotionally attached to it.

“I mean, you’re daddy, Luke is breadstick, Cal is…” I continue, but my mind goes blank. Everyone had a nickname but right now, it was like they were wiped from my mind “Uh I forgot, anyways” I give up, looking up at him, almost as if I was giving him the green light to answer now.

“She doesn’t call me that” He clarifies before anyone actually believes it. “If one of us needs to be the adult here then I guess I’ll say…” he starts, thinking about it for a second “I like classy nicknames, just revolving around doll, honey, darling, nothing crazy but neither too generic, I like keeping it just a bit different” he explains, making it short and sweet for the public.

“Oh, I go full-on generic” I say, now going for a real answer “but I like it, I don’t mind them, for me it's just natural to say them so I just stick with it” I shrug “I think my stamp by now is definitely, Babe” I explain, looking back at the camera and saying “it’s boring, I know”

Ashtons just shrugs at my assumptions, apparently, he doesn’t mind that I haven’t really taken the effort to come up with some new and innovating nickname for him to wear, I just go with the regular and I use it all the time.

“Nah” he says, shaking his head “I like it anyways”

Complete this sentence “You’re my……..”?

The moment I read this question out loud it’s like he knows exactly what to do because he grabs my free hand and joins our fingers together, holding it on one tight grip and caressing the back of it. That’s the hold of a keeper.

I turn on his direction, wanting to look on his face at any moment and not miss on anything, because this seemed memorable and I wanted to have a presence the whole time.

“My rock” he says as his answer “with the lifestyle that I live, there could be a bunch of things in my life that could be too crazy and unstable but having you in my life is something that has managed to keep me grounded and focused” he confesses. His hold tightens “I love you and I love that you make me a better person, I plan to keep it like this for a long time and even if we aren’t destined to be like that for the rest of our lives, I wouldn’t mind because I will always be grateful for these past years that have been a lot brighter because of you” he says, touching my chest with his index finger as an emphasis. “Thank you so much for everything, Baby, I love you” he mumbles, to then lean down and kiss me on the lips.

How did I manage to get such a sweet man?.

His words made me feel special and I was pretty sure I could perfectly cry at this moment, if it wasn’t because I didn’t want to cry again on camera, but he was being so sweet and honest, it was touching my heart on all the right spots.

“I love you” I mumble on his lips, pecking them a second time “You’re my guide” I say as my answer “I think sometimes I am the kind of person that can be too driven by the things I want over what is realistic and after I met you I have really found a balance between doing what I love and stepping into reality” I explain, making my best to be as clear as possible “You're the only person in my life that has encouraged me to do what I love and learn from my mistakes but also has helped me to see that maybe there are some things in this world that aren’t so easy and that sometimes you gotta take risks to get to the top. That’s why you’re my guide, I’m young and I have a lot to learn, I’m lucky I found someone who can help me bloom in life, love me and get me through this difficult path in life that is adulting, not only giving a helping hand but also making it one of the most beautiful phases I have lived” I continue. My voice trembles with every word but I keep it together, I had to. “I love your personality, I love you and I wish to have you in my life for as long as I am able to”

I have never spoken anything more honest than that and I couldn’t mean it more.

“I love you” He says, laying his hand on my cheek and kissing my lips once again.

A lot of people are staring at us right now, but we don’t care because this is our moment, we have both confessed beautiful things in front of the other and the best we could do was to pretend we were alone, for at least one small minute.

He kisses me softly and slow, making the last five seconds feel like the longest of my life. Once he pulls away and we turn our head to our sides, all of the crew in front of us is looking at us with sweet looks, I feel my cheeks heat up and he just laughs. It’s been quite a moment...

“Whew!” he exclaimed, looking back at the camera “That was something” he laughs after making a peace sign at the camera “Thank you!” he says to the public, but mostly to the crew, who were kind enough to invite us.

“Thank for having us” I say to the camera and everyone in the room, waving at the camera shorty “Ash and (Y/n), singing off” I say, making a fool of myself by making a gang sign.

“Hasta la proxima” he tries to say in Spanish, making another peace sign with his hand and also making it his last goodbye for this interview.

The camera goes off and the interview it’s finished. It was a wrap and one of the best things I have accepted to do in front of the public, I don’t know about him, but I had the time of my life.

What a time to be alive.

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purrfectstrangers · 4 years

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Vantass

Darkness.

That's all that you could sense at first. No light. No color. Just pitch black darkness.

At first, you thought you were back in the stomach again. You couldn't open your eyes, you couldn't feel anything. You could only assume that all your senses had melted away. You were truly nothing more than a lump of meat melting in his gut.

But... no. That wouldn't make sense. You couldn't breath... but you weren't suffocating either. You tried to suck in a breath, but you couldn't. Where were you? Were you... dead?

Surely but slowly, some form of sensation creeped back into you. It felt... tight. Warm. Moist. Sweaty? This material around you didn't feel like flash. It felt... course. Rough. Like... fabric? You couldn't tell. Your body felt weird... like it was bloated somehow. What was going on?

"WELL, LOOKS LIKE YOU FINALLY WOKE UP."

Karkat? Where was he? You could hear him talking but it sounded off. It sounded, no, felt like it came from all around you.

"YEAH, ABOUT THAT. MAYBE IT'S BETTER IF I JUST SHOW YOU."

Light. Blinding light. It hit your unadjusted senses like a flash grenade. Your eyes didn't squint. They seemingly couldn't. So you were subjected to this unfiltered glow for quite some time. It felt like a migraine, the only respite was the fresh air washing against your pores. As the shining died down and your vision adjusted, you came face to face with your reflection in the mirror.

Or, more accurately, a reflection of Karkat's ass.

You could feel a smug satisfaction radiating off your new owner.

"OH, DON'T ACT SO SURPRISED. I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE AN ASS. WE'RE JUST MAKING IT OFFICIAL NOW." You're able to move slightly. Karkat's right ass cheek shifted slightly as tried to squirm, but it's quickly shut down as Karkat clenches. "YEAH, YOU'RE CONSCIOUSNESS ISN'T FULLY MERGED WITH IT YET. BUT ONCE IT IS, THIS IS ALL YOU'LL BE. NO SIGHT, NO SOUND, JUST MY THOUGHTS AS I USE YOU." Karkat smacks you, causing your form to jiggle. "HONESTLY, IT'S A BETTER FATE THAN YOU DESERVE."

It really was. The tight grip of his pants perpetually grinding against you, the weight of him converging on you whenever he sat down, his voice berating you from all angles whenever he remembered you exist. It was as close as your soul could get to heaven. You couldn't see it, but you could somehow tell Karkat was smiling.

"I'M LITERALLY YOUR GOD. IT'S NOT ANY SURPRISE THAT I KNOW WHERE YOU BELONG."

It had been at least a day sense you woke up. Karkat wasn't paying you any mind, so you were testing out the limits of how much you could move. It probably wasn't the best idea to do this while sitting, but he spent most of the day planted on his ass anyways. Any time he wasn't sitting and presumably yelling at people online, he was messing with you and was liable to clench you back into shape if you tried to move at all. You were just noticing how your movements felt sluggish, slower, when you heard it.

You felt a slight tug at the back of your being. A barely noticable nudge. You stopped, wondering if you'd either imagined it or if it was just some muscle movement that came with Karkat's shifting. But then you felt it again. It felt like... pleasure? Like a moan you could hear in your soul. It felt like air, like a cool Spring breeze. It felt like... John?

You grabbed on to the presence at the next opportunity, only to shiver in sudden pleasure. It felt faint. Not like the wind ought to, but like it was in shambles. You project thoughts at him, thinking as hard as you can in an attempt to communicate, but nothing happens. Unsure of if you're doing this right, you try again, focusing all your thoughts on John. Again, nothing. You tug on the presence, just a little bit more, and you're suddenly overtaken.

Your mind is flooded with images and scenes. You can feel Karkat's sweat on your back, no, John's back, as he pounds into his ass. Derogatory words are yelled into his ear with each thrust, each punctuation pushing John just that little bit closer to the edge. You can see everything they did. Mating Press, Missionary, Deepthroat, Doggy Style. You saw, felt, Karkat's entire body as John fantasized about it. You could practically hear him shouting Karkat's praises in the back of your mind. The entirety of John's mind surrounded you and all of it was focused on his god.

Karkat didn't just eat him, he broke him.

You pull your consciousness away. You don't know how long you were pulked into John's mind. All you knew was that you felt bare again, free as water rained down on you. Karkat must've been in the shower, not that you could see that anymore. Your form felt stiff you, you couldn't shift around like you used to. You were merging with him just a little bit more. Karkat gropped you, jiggling your form about. "LET ME GUESS. YOU MET ONE OF THE OTHER HUMANS IN THERE. YEAH, THEY NEVER SHUT UP. I'VE GOTTEN USED TO MOSTLY BLOCKING THEN OUT."

Karkat mashed his ass against the shower's screen door, squishing you against it. "THAT'S THE PROBLEM WITH BREAKING SOMEONE. THE ENTERTAINMENT WEARS OUT QUICK AFTERWARDS. ALBIET, YOU HUMANS ARE SO FUCKING FRAIL YOU PROBABLY WOULD'VE BROKEN DOWN AND STARTED KISSING MY ASS ASS SOON AS A THREW A BUCKET AT YOU." Karkat rubbed your form against the glass, almost sadistically grinding into his ass. It was heaven. "YOU ESPECIALLY WOULD'VE BROKEN IN SECONDS. YOU FED YOURSELF TO ME. THE OTHER TWO AT LEAST PRETENDED TO HAVE SURVIVAL INSTINCTS. WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? ASS PUDGE? FOOD?" Karkat pulled away, shutting off the shower before you heard him open the screen door. "DOESN'T MATTER. YOU'LL PROBABLY FORGET IT EVENTUALLY TOO. I'M NOT A WEIRDO WHO GIVES MY ASS A NAME."

As you try to think back, you wonder if you've forgetten your name already.

You've finally lost all movement. All sight, all sound. There was only Karkat in your mind now. And you could hear him talking to someone.

"I'M TELLING YOU, HARLEY, IT'S PERFECTLY SAFE." Harley. Jade Harley. You knew her. A friend of John and Dave, although they didn't seem to remember her. You tried to remember what she looked like, but it was difficult. Green eyes. Dog ears. Long hair. Why did that take so long to recall? How long have you been in here? How long has it been sense you last saw her?

...How long will it take for her to be forgotten entirely?

The conversation had continued without you. You seemed to be getting less... aware of the world outside of Karkat. How long would it take until you forgot about it entirely?

"JUST SIT BACK AND RELAX, HARLEY." The tight, familiar pressure of Karkat's jeans vanished. "DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL LOVE IT."

The next few hours were divine.

Your form shook and jiggled with every thrust, and you were able to overhear every word Karkat said to her. You wished you could see what was going on. But from Karkat's voice you could only imagine.

"COULDN'T YOU BE A LITTLE LESS PREDICTABLE? WHEN WE'RE JUST DOING MISSIONARY, YOU CAN KEEP UP FINE, BUT AS SOON AS WE SWITCH TO DOGGY STYLE, YOU START BEGGING FOR IT."

"I THOUGHT BARKBEASTS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT LICKING. I BARELY FELT THAT."

"YOU HAVE SPACE POWERS HARLEY. IF IT DOESN'T FIT, YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF STRETCH."

"WELL, YOU LASTED LONGER THAN EGBERT, AT LEAST. NOW I JUST HAVE TO MAKE SURE MY MEAL IS STUFFED."

You could feel Karkat shift up in bed, and then you could feel his weight increase. You were pressed down into the cushions as Karkat swallowed his meal, the combined weight of two people nearly squishing you flat. You felt your form bloat, the pressure of Karkat's jeans increased as he slept off his meal. Soon, you had Jade's broken mind for company. Now, you had the opportunity to witness the night from Jade's perspective.

Jade was just the first of many guests to follow.

You don't know who you are. You don't know what you looked like. You don't know how long its been sense your body melted. But you know Karkat Vantas.

There was no one left. Every SBURB player, both troll and human, was gone. You had only their memories to go by, without them, you wouldn't even know what they looked like.

You know what their last moments were like before they became ass fat. You know Vriska took the longest to break. You know Dave was the quickest to digest. You know Nepeta jumped at the opportunity as soon as Karkat offered. You know Equius took days to digest.

You don't remember who you are, but you don't need to. You're just Karkat's ass now.

Karkat leaned back in his chair, his colossal ass still the size of a watermelon even with his full weight on it. His stomach growled loudly and he sighed in contempt. It had been to long sense he had anyone to eat, but there wasn't anyone left in his session to consume. So now he was stuck scrolling through Grumblr looking for an alternate he could eat. His eyes stopped at one particular name.

Purrfect Strangers

Karkat licked his lips and his stomach growled. A Nepeta and a Dave. Currently, they were off visiting some Gamzee and his brother, but when they came back....

It looks like you might be getting some more company very soon~

(I'm sorry if this seems rushed. I was hurrying to get this done because I knew I'd forget come morning.)

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// That's rushed? I adore it anon x///x

God this has me absolutly weak. I simp for Karkat anyway, but this... oh my goodness its wonderful. You're too good to me anon~ Fuck I'm all flustered >////>

#submission

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ashtontomyirwin-blog · 5 years

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Ashton Irwin || The Outcasts || Part 2

Previous parts: Part 1

Full title: The Extraordinary Story of The Outcasts

Wordcount: 1947

Author’s note: Sorry this chapter took so long. It has been crazy busy at work.

Let me know what you think of it!

Masterlist - Requests

It could’ve been anyone I saw in the crowd. After all, it was only a split of a second before the two faces disappeared into the jumping and cheering mess of people. And therefore I decided that it must’ve been my imagination running wild. In fact, I had already forgotten them when the night was over and the band and I were cleaning up the stage. Packing up the drum kit, mics and other equipment into the storage room.

“I swear you guys are getting better and better every month,” Jack was beaming from behind the bar. He put down our complimentary beers. I gladly took one and took a seat next to Jessica. We were already deep into an intense conversation about the likeliness of an alien attack here in Seattle instead of New York City.

“I’m telling you, we’re safe here. Plus we’re close to water and I don’t think aliens can swim,” I told her.

“Dude, I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” Jessica seemed to be ready to win this discussion. She was all about the supernatural and science fiction. “One, there is water in New York City as well. And two, ha-” Unfortunately for her, she got cut off by Jack.

“Oh, by the way, two guys have been asking for you,” he said pointing at the other end of the bar. I expected it to be about the bands of this evening or about the next New Sound Night. But as soon as I turned towards the direction in which Jack was pointing, my mouth dropped from bewilderment. At first I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but it were really the exact two faces I thought I saw during our set. My first response was to get Jessica’s attention by slapping her arm.

“Jess! It’s Calum and Ashton over there,” I said excitedly. Luckily there was enough murmur going around the café that it drowned out my excitement, only for Jessica to hear.

“Who?” She was confused for a moment. That was until I pointed at them. They had their backs towards us and seemed to be engaged into conversation.

“Oh my god, no way!” Jessica suddenly exclaimed. Like I was, she was a fan of the world famous band they were in, although we never had the pleasure of seeing them live.

“I’m gonna talk to them,” I said as as I was already making my way over to the guys.

“Dani, no!” Jessica called after me. I knew she was trying to prevent me from saying something stupid, but she could never shield me from that in any kind of situation.

“So out of all the big high-end clubs you could’ve gone to, you chose the old rotten rock café in a deserted harbor.” I was standing behind the guys with one beer in my hand and the other one leaning on the bar. It was clear that they weren’t used to being approached like that as they both look a little out of place when they turned around. I had no idea how much of some spoiled attention seeking brats they were in real life, but to make them feel a little uncomfortable made me grin. It felt like establishing dominance of some sort.

Their demeanor quickly changed into a relaxed one. Both of the chuckled a little bit as they didn’t seem to mind my approach.

“Well, we heard that they played good music over here,” Calum was the first one to speak, though Ashton soon followed.

“It seems that they were right. Especially, the last band was awesome.” Ashton mimicked my grin.

“Oh really?” I said, deciding I would play along with his little game. “I wouldn’t know them.”

“Too bad, the lead singer was pretty cute,” Ashton replied. Before I could react to it, I felt a sudden blow on my back and shoulders. Knowing this happened on a daily basis, I didn’t budge anymore and accepted the fact that Kyra jumped on my back again. I even caught her legs around my waist with my one free hand.

“Are we still up for drinks at my place?” Kyra asked me, to which I nodded in agreement.

“Wow, plot twist,” Kyra suddenly mumbled. Apparently she had finally realized who I was initially talking to. Even if she weren’t as big of a fan of them as Jessica and I were, it was still a big deal to meet someone that famous.

Ashton, Calum and I did nothing but laugh at Kyra’s unfiltered reaction. I finished the last of my beer, put the glass on the bar and hoisted Kyra a little better on my back.

“Nice to meet you too,” Calum said to Kyra and raising his glass.

“Oh, I like him,” Kyra immediately said with a big smile and continued, “Why don’t you join us. It’ll be fun!”

I don’t know how Kyra managed to convince half of 5 Seconds of Summer to come with us as they seemed a little reluctant at first. Then again, Kyra could be very persuasive. I was watching her walking a few feet in front of me. She was walking next to Ashton, but they were just a little too far away to catch their conversation clearly. From the looks of it, it was another folly story as I recognized Kyra’s wild hand gestures. Still, Ashton seemed to make an effort in paying attention, trying not to be rude. It made me smile, knowing that at least he and Calum didn’t let the attention get to their heads.

“Alright, since no one is asking it, I will,” Jesse suddenly started from behind me.

I turned around and started walking backwards, taking my chances in not falling over. I was walking next to Calum and behind us were Jesse and Jessica, their hands intertwined.

“What’d ya think of our gig?” he asked. I was so caught up in meeting the band, that I hadn’t even thought about asking about our performance. But now that it came up, I was nothing but curious for their judgement. Somewhere I expected a generic answer like ‘It was alright’ or something, but what followed was definitely not what I had predicted.

“It was really good. It’s still weird to hear people singing our songs, but you guys did a great job.” Calum genuinely seemed to mean what he said. I remembered covering Rejects earlier this evening and realized how strange that would have sounded. Especially since we had done our own version of it.

“Really good? You guys rocked it!” Apparently Ashton and Kyra had re-joined the group and Ashton was clear to make his statement. “It was awesome to see how the crowd reacted to your energy. They sure made a lot of noise for such a small group,”

For a moment I was at a loss of words. Hearing these words from professionals meant so much to me that I couldn’t do anything but broaden my smile.

“Man, sometimes I miss those small gigs,” I hear Ashton suddenly say more to himself than the group. My words immediately came back to me as I laughed a little.

“Yeah, because playing at sold out venues must get boring after a while,” I said sarcastically with a playful grin on my face. Ashton caught the grin and returned it with an innocent shoulder shrug.

“Is everyone out tonight?” I asked as soon as we entered Kyra’s living room, expecting to see at least one of her family members. This place has become more a home to me than my own place. During my middle- and high school years I stayed over quite often when my parents were on one of their many business trips. When they figured out I was more at the Martins family than at home, they stopped bothering with hiring a nanny.

“Yeah, my parents are at this conference this weekend, Gene sleeps with friends and I don’t know where Evan is,” Kyra mumbled as she went up the stairs to drop her bags. Gene was Kyra’s younger brother and Evan was her older. Both of them had turned into my own brothers during the years.

Hanging out with each other through the years had caused certain routines to develop between us. Kyra made sure she got a guitar for jamming; Jessica was in charge of food; Jesse took care of drinks, and I … my only consisted task during these sessions seemed to be finding the one person who I could annoy the most. Which I was always happy to fulfil. That was until I got a sight of the garden at the back of the house. As I walked closer I could see the more brighter stars appear in the night sky. Considering it was mid-July, this would be an ideal circumstance for a little garden party. A grin started to spread across my face. I opened the sliding doors of the house and made my way across the garden right towards the shed. It was a shed Kyra’s dad had built for his daughter when she finally found a way to deal with her anger issues and needed a place to put the drum kit in. It was solidly isolated and probably the most soundproof room in Seattle; also being the best place for band rehearsals.

Upon entering the shed I went straight for the stack of firewood in the corner. Somewhere around there was supposed to be the key element of my plan.

“Need help?” I suddenly heard a voice in the shed with me. Not having expected company, I couldn’t control the short shriek I let out.

“Holy shit, ever heard of knocking?” I laughed as soon as I realized that it was Ashton. I rarely felt awkward; in fact, the last time I felt awkward or embarrassed was when I tried to kiss this guy in ninth grade and he pushed me away.

“Sorry,” I heard Ashton mumble. As I looked at him I noticed that he seemed a little awkward as well, but why? What did he have to be awkward about? In fact, what did I have to be awkward about?

“So this is where the magic happens?” Ashton was trying to break the silence and relieve the tension in the room.

I looked around to the two guitars in the corner and the drum kit positioned against the wall. A smile crept upon my face. Having someone calling the music we made ‘magic’ gave me some sense of pride. It was exactly what we were trying to achieve as a band.

“I guess so,” I said, not averting my eyes from the instruments.

“Guys, here I am, thinking you went to get a guitar,” a sudden third person had entered the shed. Kyra’s presence could never shock me anymore. So when her head popped into the doorway, I merely looked away to lock eyes with her. With that movement, it felt like I was being sucked into reality again. It wasn’t just Ashton and me anymore.

“Yes, right,” I said, trying to remember why the hell I was here. “Right!” I suddenly exclaimed as I turned around to the pile of firewood. I grabbed a few sticks and threw them right at Ashton, expected him to catch them. He was caught off guard and only managed to catch one pathetic twig.

“What?” Ashton and Kyra were both confused by my action, but as soon as I managed to find what I was looking for, it all seemed to fall into place.

“Let’s light this baby on fire,” I said with a huge grin on my face, holding up the brazier.

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☆♬○♩●♪✧♩ darling of the stage ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

jazz singer!lee felix, n jazz singer!reader, highschool!au (sorta), speakeasy!au

speak·eas·y speakeasy/ˈspēkˌēzē/

noun

INFORMAL

(during Prohibition) an illicit liquor store or nightclub.

a/n: whew this was cute i think;;; also this was weirdly longer than most of my works?? sksksk intoducing the modern roaring 20s au series,, please enjoy uwuw uhh ya like jazz?

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warnings: none??

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You don’t know what it was about jazz music that gave you goosebumps on your arms and sent shivers down your spine. There was just something about it that brought you to the brink of tears, that made your chest tight in all the right ways. It was magical. It was a pleasant surprise when you saw the rise of speakeasies come back, and along with it, jazz, blues, and soul singers. It was underground, it was pure, unfiltered art and it was good. You never thought about your singing as a professional career, not out of low self-esteem, but because of realism. Everyone wants to be something, be big, be successful- whether they’re talented or not and those rules applied twice for music. But the truth is, not everyone could do it. But you could dream, even though you knew you were going to end up studying for a career you didn’t want and end up in a nine to five where you worked mindlessly until robots replaced you or you died. But that was life, right?

But then you started hearing jazz on your independent radio again, and your heart skipped a beat. You thought it was a one-time thing, but here it was making its way into underground culture. But then you saw a poster, posted like graffiti in the back alley of your favorite convenience store and you swore it had to be destiny. It was that night, and it was quickly approaching. It was already near midnight when you had stopped for a late-night snack, and if your parents caught you sneaking in after midnight you would have hell to pay- but there was no way you would skip out on going. Because there was never a coincidence when it came to music, it was always destiny- for better or for worse. But you couldn’t go in sweats, no ma’am. As comfortable as sweats were, you had respect for the art. And didn’t want to feel out of place. So you snuck back in and out as quietly as you could, and rushed out to the address.

The outside was a little bit sketchy, it was dimly lit and tucked into a narrow street, hidden away from plain sight. You smoothed down your outfit, walking into the modern-day speakeasy. It wasn’t packed or crowded, but there was a good amount of interesting people in the place. They were all friendly, welcoming you into the place familiarly known as ‘M.I.A.’ The lights dimmed and you sat at a table, watching the small stage be illuminated by a modest light. The pianist started playing, his hands moving delicately along the keys as the room filled with a melancholy sound. And then he came in.

The light made him look nothing less than angelic, he smiled at you as he gripped the Elvis style microphone. But the real surprise came when he began to sing, you gasped quietly, unsure of what you were expecting- but nonetheless, beautiful. It was deep but smooth- he knew how to control his voice and it sounded like what melting milk chocolate looked like. You were gazing intently at him, observing his every movement as he sang about a love that was to blossom, young love- naive love and all the heartbreak that came with it. But it was over so fast, and at the same time, you felt like you had been listening to him for forever. Even though the group was medium, the clapping that came from the group was intense and loud. You were grinning, goosebumps everywhere and the hair on the nape of your neck sticking up like porcupines.

Suddenly, a light was shining on you and you covered your eyes as a reflex. Quiet laughs rippled through the room, laughing as if they knew what was coming- because they knew something you didn’t. The man who greeted you at the door, Chan, came up to the stage and motioned for you to step up. Unsure of what else you could do, you stepped up, full of anxiety.

He spoke into the mic, “What’s your name?”

“Uh, ____.”

He smiled at you. “Ah, ___, can you sing?”

“Sort of?”

The crowd laughed lightly, as all eyes were on you. “That’s good!” he spoke, “Now, I run M.I.A here, and we like to do a little game, but no pressure, yeah? You wanna sing for us? Woojin here can play you a song.”

You looked out at the crowd, their eyes all eager and curious. You were nervous, sure, but you had already come so far.

“Sure,” you nodded, “I can sing you a song.”

“Lovely, darling!” he handed you the mic, and winked, “Give us a show!”

The crowd cheered at that, and you whispered a familiar song into Woojin’s ear as he started to play. You wrapped your fingers around the mic, making eye contact with the boy who was previously on stage, sitting at your table and winked- the crowd cheering again at that. You sang in a way that only the shower had experienced before, putting on a show like there was no one there to watch you. Singing now made you more alive than ever, eventually, someone from the back started to join in with the saxophone. You felt alive, moving like you were performing in front of a stadium- like you had done this so many times before. You were a natural, and you felt like finally, you had found your people. During all of this, you made broken eye contact with the boy from the stage as he watched you with the same intensity as you had watched him. And before you knew it, Woojin had played the last key of the song.

But more than that, you felt pride like you never had before when they clapped and clapped, even as you made your way off stage, face flush with embarrassment and pride. Chan complimented you as you stepped off the stage, and went to announce that there was food in the back as you made your way back to the table.

“You’re amazing.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” you admitted and then added, “But you-! You were amazing, I got chills- literal chills- like, oh my god.” You were rambling now. “I’m sorry,” you said, “But that- you’re a big shot. The world needs you to make music.” He laughed and you pinched yourself under the table, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t dreaming.

“You’re nothing more than an angel,” he said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you came out and told me you were a goddess right now.”

Your cheeks when cherry red at the compliment, as you smoothed out your dress. “We should,” you paused, wondering if the move you were making was too risky, “um, would you like to duet together, sometime?”

“I was just about to ask you,” he smiled, “and of course, for that, I need your number, don’t I?”

You had to admit, the boy was smooth. His demeanor was a lot sweeter than on stage though. Up there, he looked untouchable, intimidating, like he wasn’t here to play games. He looked elusive, the kind of man you would fall for but never be able to get because you could never get through to him. You found though, that he was all soft and playful adding a bunch of cute emojis next to his contact name.

“Lix?” you asked, “That’s so cute.”

“A lot cuter when you say it, though. It’s short for Felix.”

Your eyes widened again, and you felt a shy smile peek through your blushed face. “I should go,” you said, “It’s already past my curfew.”

“Cinderella, don’t go so soon.”

“You have my glass slipper.”

He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss at the center of the back of your hand. “Until we meet again, angel.”

You couldn’t think about anything or anyone else for the rest of the night.

The past two weeks was full of thrills, even though all you had been doing with Felix was talking. There was some trouble with schedules, he went to a different school than you and as it turns out, was fairly popular at all the underground slightly exclusive clubs. Until one night, he invited you.

lix: im sorry it took so long for me to invite you! but im singing tonight and i’d love it if you came and sing with me

You: no worries! but what song?

lix: trust me, you’ll know it before woojin finishes playing the first key

You had to sneak out again, this show being even later than the first one. But it was thrilling to have to be quiet and be sure your parents wouldn’t notice that you were gone. It might’ve slightly wrong, a little bit dangerous- but that was all in the spirit of a speakeasy. Felix was singing at M.I.A again, and you were anxious, yes, but much more excited to be able to ffeel the flood of pride that you had gotten after you left the stage. The applause, the cheering- you wanted to feel all of that again. You found yourself zoning out during class, thinking about how good it felt to perform. It felt like you, a you that no one had really gotten the chance to see. And then suddenly there you were, on stage, full of charisma.

“The darling of the stage is back!” Chan greeted, “I was afraid you were a phenomena, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. A paranormal encounter.”

“Oh, you’ve caught me. But I had to come back, I missed the stage.”

“I’m glad you did, darling. Felix is waiting for you.”

As soon as Felix saw you, a bold smile spread across his face- the kind of smile where his eyes were upturned and they shined. You could feel yourself get more confident as you made your way towards him, you were in your element now- even if it was well after midnight.

“You’re here!” he clapped his hands together, “I’m so excited to sing with you, you know.”

“I don’t know, Felix,” your voice trailed off, anxiety clear in your voice, “We’ve never sung together. What if just doesn’t work?”

He frowned, pouting a bit and grabbed both your hands, staring into your eyes. It was weirdly intimate, but you held the slightly uncomfortable eye contact. “Trust me,” he smiled again, “because that’s what duets are all about. Any doubt? You sing it, okay?”

The speakeasy slowly filled up, and you heard Chan introducing you guys to step on the stage. Before you stepped back on stage, Felix grabbed your hand and whispered in your ear:

“You’ve got this.”

Woojin started playing, and he was right, you did know the song. You walked towards the piano, smiling at Woojin as he played the intro of the song, and dragging the mic with you as you sat on the piano. Your charisma on the stage wasn’t a persona, it was you- maybe it was an escapist version, but you nonetheless. This was the only place where people shared the same passion, intrigue, and infatuation with music as you. Soon, the intro finished and Felix began singing. You were caught off guard, staring at him in admiration. Felix belonged here, he belonged on stage, singing. He belonged on vinyl, singing through the speaker of a record player. It was almost automatic, the way you joined in, harmonizing, and sang your parts. You stepped off the piano, and made eye contact with Felix running your fingers along his jaw and then back as you sang your part, Felix coming in every once in a while to add backing vocals. He was right, you guys didn’t even need to practice. Whatever doubt, any fear you had, came out as you sang.

Even Woojin was coordinated, playing his own solo during the song- it was improvised, but the chemistry the trio of you had was nothing short of magical.

But every good thing came to an end. There was a standing ovation, and even though with though it was a small crowd- you felt proud. You stood there, breathless by Felix, filled with childish happiness. Felix jumped around backstage, as happy and pleased with the performance as you were.

“That was great! Oh, god, I knew it! You were perfect, I could kiss you!” He grabbed you by the shoulders still jumpy and grinning like an idiot. “Say you’ll sing with me again, love,” he pleaded, “You can’t deny it, we have some real chemistry!” Your cheeks were rosy red as he complimented you, all giddy with satisfaction. “And when you touched my jaw,” he continued, squeezing your hands, “It felt like we’ve done this before, in a past life. So say you will, darling, sing with me.”

You gave him a sheepish smile, “Alright, but only for you.”

He pulled you in a tight hug and kissed your cheek, and your face got rosier. “Really,” he said, “I’ve never seen someone as charismatic as you on stage.”

You looked at the time and realized you couldn’t stay much longer, and couldn’t watch the rest of the performances. “I can’t stay, I’m sorry.”

Still, Felix didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he kissed it like he did nights before.

“We’ll meet again, Cinderella.”

Felix made it his mission to text you every day, always concerned about how you were doing and what you were doing and if you wanted to come out. It was endearing, mostly because you found yourself falling for Felix. It felt typical, and you knew that Felix wasn’t short of admirers, so you kept the devotion to yourself. It was easy at first, you would just write songs about him until your fingers hurt, but eventually, even that didn’t help you cope. In the midst of tedious studying, your phone beeped and with it, your heart skipped a beat.

lix ♡: are u busy??? i miss u,,, lets go out

you: can’t lix, i have a lot of hw. AND im grounded

lix ♡: say less

lix ♡: open your window

This had become somewhat of a routine, your parents had grounded you the last time you snuck out to sing a ballad with Felix. When you came back, they were waiting at the kitchen table and scolded you for being out so late. It wasn’t so much they were upset about you breaking the rules, but instead the matter of being safe. It was the second, and thankfully last, week of your punishment and Felix had been whiny about it. You smiled as you opened the message and looked over to your window, Felix frantically waving and pointing at the window.

“I was about to yell at you!” he whispered, “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“You came over yesterday, lix, and you only left because we almost got caught.”

“Okay, but it feels like forever! When is your punishment over?”

“The end of this week.” You closed your notebook, knowing you could finish in between classes and noting that Lix would make sure to distract you.

“So you can sing next week, right? I wanna do something special.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“It’s a surprise.”

This might’ve brought you curiosity, but your mind was elsewhere. It had been a couple months since Felix made it a point to sing with you no matter where he went, it had become a popular act at M.I.A, the word spreading and the speakeasy’s filling up and Chan began to get voluntary support for what once used to be just a hobby. The both of you had even gained some popularity on your own with your solos but preferred to sing together. Your anxiety grew as your popularity did because you were afraid of it becoming less authentic. As pretentious as it sounded, you knew that people changed in popularity- no matter the circumstances.

“Hey, ___, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar!”

Felix walked to your desk, squishing your face as he looked at you, coaxing a confession. “C’mon love, tell me,” he pouted, “Please, please, please-”

“I’m scared.”

His face softened as he pulled you in a hug, your face squished against his chest. “You like, breathe talent,” he comforted, “You can sing, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“That’s not it. I’m just...What if we change? What if people end up liking you more than me and-”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“It could, you’re so much more talented than me and so much more emotional.”

“None of that’s true. Besides, we’ll deal with that problem when it comes, if it comes. We have to live in the now.”

“Live in the now?”

“Artists are the only one that understand mortality, so we live large.”

“Famous last words, Lix.”

He let go of you, spinning your desk chair and making you face him, a smirk painted on his face.

“You know what you need right now?”

You couldn’t help but smile even as you said: “No, lix! It’s late! Lix!” He ignored you, pulling you off your chair as you fell into his arms. There was no music, no instrumental, but he didn’t need it. The two of you slow danced as Felix sang quietly in your ear, his deep voice echoing through your body and giving you goosebumps all over. He sang you a couple songs as you closed your eyes, letting yourself calm down as he swayed you in his arms. Felix pulled you away, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“___, I think now is a good time to-.”

You heard your parent’s bedroom door open. “Lix, my parents- you have to go.” You eyed the door, pushing him lightly towards the window.

“Just text it to me, okay?”

He gave you a small, sheepish smile. “Come to M.I.A next Friday, ready for a ballad.” He slipped out the window, and out into the spring wind and you watched as he went down the fire escape. You sat quickly at your desk, flipping to a random page in your notebook as your dad opened the door to check on you.

“Everything alright?” he asked suspiciously, “Thought I heard you talking.”

“I’m fine, a friend just called.”

He scanned your room and then finally nodded, closing the door and sighed in relief. And even though everything seemed fine, you were internally freaking out. It wasn’t like Felix never touched you- skinship wasn’t exactly rare between you two, especially on stage- but that didn’t make it any less flustering for you, and it didn’t exactly help your crush either.

You couldn’t sleep that night.

Felix was asking weird the following week. It was obvious, but more of a subtle feeling. You thought it had something to do with whatever he wanted to tell you, but whenever you brought it up, he changed the subject. But what was most notable, was the fact that not once had he come by to visit and distract you. Usually, you two would meet up to work on song lyrics, along with the help of Woojin for his knowledge in composing songs. But the both of them canceled, and this was something none of you ever canceled, no matter the circumstances. You weren’t oblivious, okay you were, but you knew something had to be going on. So, even though it was a risky move, you snuck out again.

lix ♡: ur coming right??

lix ♡: pls tell me ur coming

you: relax lix

lix ♡: wear smthn like,,, real cool and red!

lix ♡: not that you dont usually look cool

lix ♡: u know what i mean

lix ♡: im gonna stop talking

you: thats a good idea

You had learned from your mixtape last time, and never again would you leave and enter by the front door again. You ran through the streets, realizing you were going to be late if you didn’t move quickly.

“You’re lucky you have the voice of an angel,” Chan teased as he hurried you in, “Woojin has been entertaining the crowd, but everyone’s anxious for the ballad.”

“I’m sorry, I had trouble sneaking out. It’s late you know.”

“I won’t apologize for that, three am is the most honest time of them all.”

M.I.A was full of people, some you recongized from your first time, waving at them as they raised their plastic cups at you. Most of them, though, you didn’t recongized and you swam through the sea of people. Woojin was still playing, giving you a playful glare as you stepped backstage, finally seeing Felix. He was wearing a red silk shirt, slightly unbuttoned and it he looked good. You were no stranger to matching, but you two had never been this coordinated. But before you could say anything, Woojin transitioned into the ballad. For some reason, the song Felix had chosen barely featured another person. You had sung on your own a couple times, so this wasn’t new, but it was a lot more anxiety-provoking when you had to do it alone. You gave Felix a stern look before stepping on stage, your demeanor completely changing as you felt your weight make the stage's wood floor creak.

You were in your element, you were talented. This was the real you.

The song wasn’t sad, not like the ones you had sung with Lix before, but it was promising, about love and faith. Your favorite part is when the audience caught onto the words, singing along or even bringing out their instruments and playing along with Woojin. And that’s exactly what happened then. Saxophone joined the melody, and then bass. It felt good, to sing and sway- to have your voice be showcased. Felix joined you, and you winked at him as he joined you by your side, gaining a cheer from the audience. Sure, you were flirty as your fingers pressed against Felix’s jaw to make him look at you as he sang, but skinship wasn’t rare between you too. He held prolonged eye contact as you harmonized. But then, the tempo changed and Woojin started to play a completely different song, the rest of the instrumentals joining him in a heartbeat. You were lost and gave Felix a questioning look, but instead of giving you a reassuring look, he smirked. You sat on Woojin’s piano, legs crossed as you leaned back- watching the events unfold before you. Felix started singing a song you had been working on the past weeks, but unable to get just right. And as he got to the chorus, he pulled you off the table and the two of you danced as he looked at you- matching the charisma you had on stage just a minute before. You were unsure of what he was doing, but you danced along- making sure that you looked good, and upheld your charm.

Felix stopped singing, but Woojin and the rest continued to play.

“I know you have to go back to heaven soon, angel, but would you give me the honor of being mine?”

“Is that a real question? You’re my duet partner, it’s destiny.”

Encouragement for a kiss exploded from the crowd, even Woojin stopped playing to join the chanting. So you did.

Nothing changed between you and Felix, excpet for the fact that he would take any chance to kiss you and make sure that you knew that he loved you. You performances continued to get more popular, and the chemistry you has ton stage only grew.

That’s what was jazz was all about, the 20s have found their roar again.

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Lily Collins :“I want to dig deep, tell the truth and be more brave” by Jane Mulkerrins.

(click here to see the photoshoot and here to go to the website.)

The day before we meet, Lily Collins had what felt like a breakthrough encounter. At the end of a short, on-camera interview, the journalist had asked where she lived. Los Angeles, she told him, where her mother was born and raised, and where she has lived since the age of five, when her parents divorced. He then asked where her father lived. England, and partly in the US now, too, she answered. And what did her father do for a living? After some stifled giggling from the crew, Collins, who has just turned 30, gently explained her parentage. “And the guy just looked at me with the biggest eyes,” she laughs. “He’s like, ‘I’m sorry, what did you just say? Oh God, now I feel silly.’”

She insists that she was very grateful for his ignorance. “I’m so proud of my family, but I have also worked really hard to carve my own path and to not have that define me.’”

The daughter of superstar musician Phil Collins and his second wife, Jill Tavelman, she admits that her famous surname has inevitably opened doors, but insists that nobody has ever “made a phone call” for her. “I did get told that I could have other ways in,” she shrugs, when we meet on a rainy New York afternoon. “but I never wanted to give anyone the opportunity to say: ‘Well, she only got X or Y because of that.’ I knew it would take longer to do it on my own, but it would be so much more worth it.”

Collins’s insistence on carving her own path is now paying off, with two high-profile films – Tolkien, and Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile, and the US launch of the BBC miniseries Les Miserables, for which her performance as the tragic Fantine is already creating some early awards buzz.

Tolkien, a biopic of the author’s early life, stars Nicholas Hoult as JRR Tolkien, the philologist and author of The Hobbit and the Lord of the Ringsseries, while Collins plays Edith Bratt, his childhood sweetheart and, later, his wife, who was the inspiration for Lúthien Tinúviel, the elvish princess in Tolkien’s Middle-earth. “I had auditioned to play an elven character in one of Peter Jackson’s movies, and I didn’t get it… but I’ve ended up playing the woman who inspired the elven princess,” grins Collins. It is her most mainstream, highly anticipated film to date, and a world away from the romcom roles she was getting five years ago. While there’s a heavy focus on Tolkien’s male friendships – the inspirations for his “fellowship” in his books, Bratt is fully fleshed-out and three-dimensional, too, not some flimsy, token love interest. “She was very creative and very passionate and driven, and he was intellectually stimulated by her,” says Collins. Bratt and Tolkien were both orphans. “At that time women of her status and in her position weren’t really afforded the opportunity to seek higher,” says Collins. “But she encouraged him to continue on his path. It’s very selfless, and, at times, heartbreaking.”

She sees a similar selflessness in Fantine, her once-vivacious character in Les Miserables, who becomes a prostitute and sells her hair and teeth in order to feed her child. “I died on day two of filming,” says Collins, with a laugh. She sent a picture of herself in character to her mother, who replied, “No one should have to see their daughter like this.”

“My choices have tended to go quite dark,” admits Collins of her recent roles. Just three days ago, she finished filming Inheritance, a forthcoming thriller in which she stars alongside Simon Pegg. “That’s incredibly dark, too. I really enjoy playing these characters that, under the surface, have so much more going on than they are saying, or who seem like they are barely keeping it together.

“I’ve always believed that asking for help is not a weakness, it’s a strength,” she continues. “I have a tattoo that says: ‘True delicacy is not a fragile thing.’ You can look delicate, but it doesn’t mean that you’re fragile.” I surmise, from her having it made permanent in ink, that people have, perhaps, underestimated her in the past.

Undoubtedly the darkest of her recent projects is Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile, about the serial killer Ted Bundy, who murdered more than 30 girls and women in seven US states in the 1970s. The title comes from the judge’s summation of Bundy’s acts when sentencing him to death. Collins plays Elizabeth Kloepfer, the killer’s long-term girlfriend who is convinced of his innocence, with Zac Efron playing a charismatic and persuasive Bundy.

While preparing for the role, over the Christmas holidays, Collins recounts how she would wake every night at 3.05am. “I would go downstairs and have a cup of tea, trying to figure out why I had woken up again.” Then, she says, “I started being woken up by flashes of images, like the aftermath of a struggle.” She went to the internet to investigate. “I discovered that 3am is the time when the veil between the realms is the thinnest and one can be visited.” She began to believe women who were murdered by Bundy were, perhaps, trying to contact her. “I didn’t feel scared – I felt supported. I felt like people were saying: “We’re here listening. We’re here to support. Thank you for telling the story.”

Collins tells me all of this in a completely matter-of-fact manner, as if receiving messages from long-dead murder victims were a perfectly normal part of preparing for a film. It’s pretty much the only moment in our time together when she seems more Californian than British. Even her looks – porcelain skin, dark hair and dramatic eyebrows – are eminently more London than LA. And, while in person her accent is pure California, on screen in Tolkien, her clipped, turn-of-the-century English consonants and vowels are flawless, as are her more working-class ones for Fantine. She looks deeply relieved when I tell her so. “I did worry that people were going to be like, ‘Well, she is actually British, her accent should really be better,’” she laughs. “There’s an extra level of pressure. I worked with a dialect coach as I needed it to be absolutely spot-on.”

Collins was born in Guildford, Surrey, at the height of her father’s success – six months later he would release Another Day in Paradise. Is it true, I ask, that Elton John used to babysit her? “I’ve really got to sit my parents down and ask them questions about that. I’ve been hearing it for so long, but I really have no idea,” she says.

After relocating with her mother to LA at the age of five, following her parents’ divorce, she attended the prestigious Harvard-Westlake school, where former pupils include Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal, and began auditioning for film and TV roles. “I was getting told ‘no’ all the time,” she says, which she puts down simply to a lack of experience. “I’d done musicals and plays at school, but I hadn’t studied acting or anything, and auditioning for film and TV is very different.”

At the same time, journalism held an appeal, too. “I wanted to be the youngest-ever talk show host,” she says. After pitching ideas to magazine editors, she began writing for Teen Vogue and Elle Girl, and scored a job as a reporter for the children’s channel Nickelodeon, covering the 2008 presidential election and Obama’s inauguration. “I was 18 and I could just vote, so I was like, ‘Oh great, I get to ask all the questions that I don’t know the answers to.’” What she liked less, however, were the questions she had to ask as a roving reporter on the red carpet. “I would think, oh, that’s not what I really want to ask this person, I would hate to be asked that,” she recalls. On the other side of the microphone now, there are questions she simply doesn’t answer, about her personal life, or about politics, on which she refuses to be drawn.

She studied broadcast journalism at the University of Southern California, but dropped out in her second year when, in 2009, after several years of auditioning, she won her first film role, as Sandra Bullock’s daughter in The Blind Side. Soon after, she was perfectly cast as Snow White in Mirror Mirror, followed by Rosie Dunne in Love, Rosie, the adaptation of Cecelia Ahern’s novel Where Rainbows End.

Though acting has clearly won out over journalism and talk show ambitions are on hold for now, Collins is still a keen writer. In 2017, she published Unfiltered: No Shame, No Regrets, Just Me, a collection of personal essays in which she opened up about her struggles and self-doubts, her relationship with her father, with partners, and with her own body, writing about the eating disorders she battled for some years. “A lot of young women write to me on social media [she has more than 14m followers on Instagram], saying, ‘I just wanted to let you know that this is my situation and my insecurity, not that you would ever be able to relate to it…’ and I’ll always be like, ‘No, I really can relate,’” she insists.

Collins describes in Unfiltered how, as a child, she had only positive associations with food, but that changed when she turned 16. Her father was separating from her stepmother, his third wife, while Lily was juggling school, a budding modelling career, a social life and trying to break into acting, too. “My life felt out of control,” she writes. “I couldn’t handle the pain and confusion surrounding my dad’s divorce, and I was having a hard time balancing being a teenager with pursuing two different grown-up careers – both of which I’d chosen myself, but which also focused heavily on how I looked.” She began starving herself, exercising obsessively and became addicted to diet pills and laxatives, habits which continued well into her early 20s.

She pitched the book proposal during a dry spell in acting. “I hadn’t booked anything film-wise for a while, and I was itching to do something. The idea for the book had been at the back of my mind for a while, and I thought, well, maybe now’s the time.” Soon after, she was also sent the script for To The Bone, a film about a young woman with chronic anorexia. “It was too big a message to ignore,” recalls Collins. She attended group therapy sessions with recovering anorexics. “I didn’t want them thinking that I was just coming in to be nosy. I wanted them to know that I actually could relate. It encouraged me to really dig deep and tell the truth, to be more brave. And it was freeing,” she says. Collins sent a copy of the book to Michelle Obama “on a whim. I wanted to reach out to certain people and just thank them for being an inspirational woman, someone who I look up to,” she says. “I certainly never expected to receive a letter back thanking me and saying the same thing. I need to get that letter framed.”

This summer, she’s heading to France to film Emily in Paris, the new comedy-drama from Sex and the City creator Darren Star. “I knew I had so much baggage that I needed to get rid of in order to take on the baggage of all my characters,” she says. “And the second I did that, my career and my personal life opened up in a whole new way.” Collins, it seems, having been drawn to the darkness, professionally and personally, is now heading towards the light.

vía The Observer Magazine.

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tracy-adkins · 6 years

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New project I'm toying with. Whacha think, folks?

I'm tagging this with Reylo tags because that's the main focus of my blog and people there read my Ao3 Reylo Fanfic.

Here is an original story I'm working on.

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He's like a male Molly Ringwald.

That was my first impression of Ben Johnson when he completed his first season on my favorite television show. In his rookie year as a celebrity his character had come on the show as the slightly odd and geeky but still charming and rather attractive in an unusual way that you could spend hours pondering without ever being able to explain the how or why of.

The next year he finished the season by winning the heart of the beautiful Esmeralda Crain, the central "beautiful young focal character" of the ensemble driven primetime drama that I watch with an almost religious fervor.

The show, "Finding Me" is an hour every week from June to September of pure unadulterated drama about a dozen just out of college, young people finding their way in the world. It's shot like a 'reality' show, but it's fully scripted and jam packed with amazingly talented actors and actresses. I can't get enough of it.

By season three I was blogging about it on three different social media websites, spending every second of my free time obsessing over the show. In truth, I spent my unfree time obsessing quietly while I check bags and wave a metal detector wand around people at my local airport.

Season 7 has just wrapped up and somewhere along the way, I fell head over heels for the character Miles Adams. I tuned in every week after season three just to see Miles. The other 10 people on the show were great, but Miles and Esmeralda stole the show in season three… and for me, in my obsessive frenzy, they became the pair I loved the absolute most. They were perfect together.

The actors who played them - Ben Johnson and Emmy Star (no, that's really her birth name, I googled her) were superb. By season 4 they were each making four times more money per episode than anyone else in the cast.

Of course, when they flew to vegas during the season four finale and got married during the airing of Miles and Esmeralda's own vegas elopement the internet exploded with the impact of an atom bomb.

Some people were flat out convinced that it had been a sham, a publicity stunt, a way to make the show more money so that it could afford Season five's pay raises for the entire cast, including doubling Ben and Emmy's already impressive salaries.

I never believed that. No way. Ben and Emmy, or Bemmy as I call them, have waaaay too much chemistry onscreen and off to be faking it. No, the show making more money was a natural consequence of having the most talented young cast ever assembled in one show. Period. End of discussion. Fin. I will not hear another word about it.

Of course, in every fandom you find trolls… With six couples, a lot of cross-relationship sexual tension, and a highly diverse cast season seven Finding Me's social media following is a breeding ground for fandom trolls. We real fans call them "antis." They whine endlessly about the show but for some reason wont just stop watching it. I do not get those people. They annoy me.

So here I am, in my cheap polyester uniform with my shiney little badge and clunky black patton leather steal toed boots, daydreaming about Miles' gorgeous, fiery, brown-eyed smoulder while I wave through a pretty blond that towered over me by a good six inches.

Mile's eyes have the most intense quality about them. He can literally boil freezing water with a single stare. I'm not sure at exactly what point he went from "geeky" to "omfg I totally would trade my soul for just one night with him" but I think it might have been the season two smouldering hot ten second stare down while stalking toward Esmeralda with pure unfiltered, unbridaled lust rippling off of him like heat waves off desert sand. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was the moment.

Just the thought of that moment is enough to make me blush as I blink away the image. I glance up at the guy who'd just set off the metal detector as I pass the wand across his chest. I freeze. My brain crashes against my skull and I stand there gaping like a fish out of water as Miles Adams stares back at me in annoyance.

I blink.

No, not Miles Adams.

Ben Johnson.

Ben "omfg" Johnson is scowling at me. In the flesh. At MY airport! In Real Life!

I watched in fascination as the annoyed look melted off his face and alarm flashed ahead of concern that gave way to amusement and finally turned to exasperation.

"Breathe." He rolled his eyes and said, half mockingly - half coaxingly with a slight grin on his lips.

In Dolby Digital his voice caresses you like tattered silk, in real life, it's more like a cat's tongue.

His eyes widen and he half reaches for me. "No, really, you need to breathe."

Oh, god. His voice... is talking to me!

"Shit!" He hissed as his face, that incredibly expressive face of his, swam before my eyes.

I blinked and found myself looking up into his frowning face.

"Dear god, not again." Came an annoyed female voice. "They're never going to stop doing that if you keep catching them."

Ben turned a quick scowl toward someone above my head then looked back and asked me, "Are you alright?"

That's when three things hit me at once.

One, I'm cradled in his arms, across his lap as he squats down in front of the metal detectors.

Two, his eyes are prismatic, a totally different shade, ranging from black to amber-yellow depending on how the light hits them.

Three, I'm making a total ass of myself by continuing to stare at him - dumbstruck and drooling.

Reality set in with the suddenness and force of a high speed mid-air collision.

I apologized profusely as I fought my way through 10 tons of humiliation and panic to get to my feet. My mortification could not have been more complete… until I chanced a glance upward and spotted a trickle of blood oozing down his chin.

I have never wanted to cry so badly in my life.

Without another word I took off at a dead run for the nearest ladies room where I immediately screamed "Fuck!" at the top of my lungs. That didn't help much so I did it a few more times before I began ugly-crying my eyes out.

It took me a good hour to get control of myself enough to clock out amidst pitying glances and some snickering from my fellow security guards. I kept my eyes straight ahead as I walked briskly out to my car.

I'd been at Bluegrass for five years. I'd seen celebrities before. Admittedly, not many… but some! Johnny Depp once came through my line! I was calm, cool and professional. No sweat. Under no circumstances have I ever lost my shit over anything or anyone like I did with Ben Johnson. Not even close.

I called in and talked my supervisor into arranging two weeks worth of my accrued vacation for the immediate future. It was too easy. He had obviously been appraised of my blunder.

I hung up and cried myself to sleep at four o'clock in the afternoon.

The next two weeks were more of the same. Log in to check my blogs, weep as soon as I see a picture of him, log out and cry myself to sleep. Wake up, go pee, see myself in the mirror and burst into tears. Pull a burrito out of the microwave, set it on a paper plate, burst into tears.

About midway through the second week I got rip roaring drunk... at home… alone… with a half gallon tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a half gallon bottle of Smirnoff.

It tasted terrible when it made an encore appearance later on.

As I lay there next to the toilet, in the fetal position, my hair wet from both sweat and vomit, I pondered my life and it's recent trials and tribulations.

The most comforting thought came to me as the room spun like a drunken tilt-a-whirl. It doesn't actually matter what happened when Ben Johnson unexpectedly jumped out of my fantacy and into my reality… I'd never see him again.

Another highly comforting thought was that my co-workers will surely have moved back to their favorite gossip topic, Shirleen Dabney's love life, and forgotten all about me fainting and then splitting the lip of my favorite celebrity by now. Surely. It's not like they're blogging about it. Shirleen's love life is way more interesting than lil ole me.

Shirleen is a tall, leggy, redhead with surgically enhanced ta tas and an ass like a fetishist porn star. She's been picked up and dropped off to work by twelve different men in the three months she's been at Bluegrass. Twelve! Different! Men! That works out to one a week. The security room is abuzz with gossip about her every second that she's not in it… and dead silent when she is.

With two more Shir-boys to gossip about, no doubt my little incedent with a t.v. star is long forgotten.

#reylo fam #tracy adkins #reylo shippers #reylo fandom #fanfic

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dndfuckhouse · 4 years

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session 27 - Old Men Pressure The Party With Requests

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In reaction to Keva’s words, Orin shifts and sort of grumbles under his breath. Slowly he lifts up one of his arms to rub at his eyes before he speaks.

Orin:“…I told you lot… im very busy doing my job here, protecting the bossman noble so if ya could just-“ squinting his eyes open he stops once he recognises you and shouts.“Keva!”

He sits up so fast Keva almost sees in slow motion his forehead about to bash into her own. She narrowly whips her head out of the way just in time for his to not directly collide with her face.

Orin: he stares at you shocked "you're back! man i was worried" he seems to be unaware he almost clocked you Keva: "why are you sleeping here?" Orin: "wanted to ah...take a nap but wanted to stay out in the sun yknow" he starts to stand up and eyes the four of you's wardrobes "glad you're alright though! ive been hearing some weird stuff since you guys left, i was getting kinda worked up so i tried to force myself to take a nap"

Han: damn king u can sleep in that situation?

As the group chat the other three, with Vinny in tow, stare about the courtyard curious as to where the four of them could have gotten off to. Peering around the palace itself and the grand walls surrounding them, they note that there seems to be alot of smaller buildings connected to the walls themselves, though they aren’t really sure of their purpose or what direction to head.

There appear to be alot of people coming and going, guardsman, dignitaries and others scurrying around. They're at a loss where to head off to, though Vinny seems to be staring at the palace pensively.

Cimmorro: cimm pipes up "where did those rascals run off to..." noticing vinny staring around "you enjoying the field trip so far?" Vinny: “ah…well i suppose its not the first time ive been inside these walls... I’m just wondering” he puts a hand to his chin thinking before making a clearly displeased face “I ought to make my presence here to Jeanne known, if she doesn’t know already anyway. lest she start parading around the grounds on a mad hunt, I don’t want to hear her endless complaining about having to search for me. despite it being what she was sent here to do in the first place” he starts grumbling under his breath inaudibly Keva: SOMEONE MAKE A JOKE ABT VINNY'S WIFE Plum: [JOKE ABOUT VINNY'S WIFE]

Cimmorro: "your wife again huh" cimm squints at vinny's grumbling "what's the deal with you two anyway.. i know you said your group thinks you're an idiot but they seem to look after you anyway" Vinny: he turns towards you and gives you a half-hearted glare "she's not-augh" he pauses for a beat "she part of the upper circle so she thinks she's better than me, not like i want to be part of this damned accord anyway but..." he sighs “I know the palace here has a grand library, if she’s helping the wizards with the current uh…citywide predicament she’s most likely stationed there. or the grand mage’s quarters I suppose” Cimmorro: cimm looks at vinny with a curious look ".... so do you wanna reunite with her now or later 🤔 " he shrugs "not like we know where the others are anyway... right guys" @ han and rokka Vinny: "probably sooner is better rather than later....like ripping off a band-aid" he gives the other two curious looks but doesn't say anything

Cimmorro: i was goign to be surprised that rokka and han arent speaking rn i forogt what happene din the bath Han: hans just looking at her shoes Rokka: rokka is looking off Cimmorro: need that forgetful potion that erases ur memory of the last 3 days Han: LMFAO

Han: han kicks a rock at her feet Cimmorro: cimm pokes at han from her side "helloooooo? earth to han?" Rokka: rokka snaps out of his daze "wh-oh uh...yes?" Cimmorro: "what's wrong with you two " Han: han flinches and pushes cimm away with her leg "we can go where you need" Cimmorro: oGJSFDKLGJKSG LIKE PUSHING A CAT AWAY? Rokka: he glances at han real quick "nothing is wrong" Cimmorro: huffing at han pushing him away, cimm looks at rokka before scratching his own head and going "just lead the way vinny. i'm starting to hate the air here" Vinny: he scratches the back of his head "well...alright if you guys dont mind" he turns and starts leading the way towards the main entrance of the palace and starts to ask around for directions.

Keva: keva gets up with him "alright sure is a word. what'd you hear?" Plum: "yknow where the boss is? finn's looking for him" Orin: "well alot of chatter about corpses suddenly popping up? I don’t envy the job of a city guardsman right now…” he turns his head over to you plum “ah well boss Vorde’s uh, taking a nap. since you guys left I think he’s been up for at least… 30 hours? yeesh” he pouts and rubs a hand through his hair “think the guys going to work himself right into the grave someday if he isn’t careful. though I think he’d want to know if you’re back master finn-" as he gets a look at finn he kinda winces but also is like : D ? at you holding psalm's hand " maybe we ought to have this chat inside at least… where’s the rest of ya?” Finn: "Inside...please." Finn says a little stressed. He let's go of Psalm's hand and simply stretches it out towards Orin, wanting to hold his instead. "I've been wondering where my uncle is..." Plum: "yeah you can be the one to wake him up finn" Orin: "doors right there buddy" orin takes your hand anyway Finn: "I can't see Orin..." Finn says with a tinge of annoyance.. but appreciates that Orin leads him now Keva: keva's just >:-| but doesn't say anything

Plum: awwww finn Chip: favouritism Finn: HE'S EMBARRASSED BECAUSE IT WAS SO AWKWARD WITH PSALM Psalm: psalm's just standing there, he's just standing there Finn: psalm: okay stand me up then Psalm: HGHRJDJF yeah 100% Chip: kya this love quadrangle Psalm: maybe keva wants to hold orin's hand Han: THIS ROMCOM MOOD Psalm: wow romcom in one team full angst in the other

The two groups head off to their separate destinations. Orin leads Keva, Psalm, Plum and Finn inside the building he was dozing off in front of, it looks like a branch off a larger building connected to what looks like one of the barracks around the palace.

As they walk in they see servants scuttling about, going to and fro on the ground floor, Orin leads them all up onto the third floor past a set of what look like guest rooms. Finn finally feels the pain in his eyes settle once he’s indoors again. Orin continues on to usher them down to the end of the hall in front of one of the doors.

Keva, Psalm and Plum opt to wait outside while Finn and Orin head in, inside Finn sees looks like a moderately plush lounge room. He spots Vorde’s bag and cape laying on one of the chairs as well as Orin’s, thrown more haphazardly on one of the lounges, as well as another door leading to what seems to be a bedroom

Orin: "He's in that room over there" Orin points over towards a door branching off the room "did ya wanna wake him master finn or...me?" Finn: he relaxes when his eyes feel better, pulling his hat off unless that kills me here. [editors note: lol] He let's go of Orin's hand and looks at the door. "For how long has he been asleep?" Orin: he thinks "ahhh he laid down about when you all left, so a couple hours now" Finn: "That is fine enough, our news are urgent after all, I would say." Finn says but in truth he is quite unsure whether he should wake Vorde. Sometimes his uncle seems to be more of a vampire than he is! He goes to knock on the door. "Uncle Vorde?"

Removing his hat and giving the door a knock Finn hears no response, he shrugs and decides to walk in anyway, closing the door behind him. As he waltzes in and looks about he notices Vorde face first on a bed over the covers with his boots still on, though wearing no cravat and vest. The curtains here are also drawn so the room itself is also quite dark.

Cimmorro: i thought he was naked with only boots on Plum: LOL Psalm: OMFG Finn: IUNDFIUGOMJDSFGÖ;DFSG;DSFF:DSG Keva: CAN YOU IMAGINE, GOD WALKING INTO YOUR FATHER FIGURE LIKET HAT Han: 😳 Keva: ENFNRGNKGRKNJRFKJNRNJKFNJR Cimmorro: he just got done fucking with one of the guards Han: VORDE SMASHES FAST

Finn: he slowly comes towards the bed and contemplates how he should go about this. Waking his uncle up is never an easy task. Physically, he can, of course. But emotionally? He knows his uncle needs the sleep. However when he imagines Vorde scolding him for not informing him sooner, he feels a little different. Gently shaking him by the shoulders. "Uncle Vorde... Wake up please..." Vorde: he grunts in response before shifting slightly, moving to sit up "who...." after a few blinks he recognises you finn and quickly sits ramrod straight. he begins eyeing you up and down while patting your shoulders as if looking for something “Safe? Sound of mind? No aches and or mortal wounds you’re valiantly hiding?” from this distance you see the heavy bags under his eyes and one of them almost twitching with unfiltered frustration. Finn: he smiles at the attention Vorde pays to him and how caring he is like this. He nods. "It was a really tough battle..." He looks down for a moment and furrows his brows. Deciding it might be an appropriate time to do it, he closes in to hug Vorde and buries his face in his uncles shoulder. "I had to bite someone to make it. I feel a bit bad about it. ... But I didn't kill them. Like that." He sounds kinda nervous about it. Vorde: he seems surprised at the hug but relaxes and pats your back after a moment "...what we do out of desperation doesn't define us" he slowly releases the hug "i heard a few mutterings before i laid down, but i had not expected you'd go to a battle, or i would have advised more hands" he sighs and rubs his eyes "is it done then? did you and the others stop their plot?" Finn: he backs off a bit when Vorde releases the hug, being grateful for the considerate words, he nods at that. "More hands would have been good, but nothing you could have foreseen, uncle. And I'm still in one piece, aren't I?" He'd say before answering his question. "We did eliminate Theyord and that scum of his cult, but they were able to complete their ritual. I do not know if you had taken notice of it, but briefly, all over the city the dead were raised once more."

Psalm: imagine sleeping through that vorde, real egg on your face there Rokka: jldfsjkd

Vorde: he narrows his eyes "i had not, if they didn't move past that though they you most likely succeeded" he sighs in relief "well one headache taken care of, you can give me the details in a moment" he rises from the bed and stretches "how did the others fare in your battle?" Finn: he watches as his uncle rises and stretches, taking his place on the bed instead while they're talking privately. "I suppose we were successful in the end, but I have to say uncle, it is a scary thought that a devil was able to look into our realm. Even scarier than auntie." He kicks his feet a little in the air as he goes on. "The others?" Finn thinks for a moment. "Badly. We all fared badly. It looks as though that wizard.. Vinny crossed the river of styx more than once." frowning at the memory of his state. Vorde: he listens in as he adjusts his hair and shirt "...yes i have to agree on that. At the very least Arabella doesn't have powers that can raise thousands of the dead, or at least i very well hope she doesn't" he kind of smirks as if he's told a joke in very poor taste "....no deaths however? Finn: he grimaces at the thought. "Do not jinx it!" But he nods at the question. "No deaths at all! Everyone returned from the battle, thankfully. But too many of us were too close to it for comfort." He tries to snort, joking with his uncle. Vorde: he gives an easy laugh "...thats what matters in the end then. for a battle you didn't expect of such scale im surprised thats all you came out with" he turns to give you a proper look finn "...how much would you say you trust them then? with your life or otherwise" Finn: he smiles lots at his uncle's laugh, like this 😊. But when Vorde breaches that topic, his expression takes on a neutral form. He expected his uncle to ask something like this sooner or later now and looks back at him. "They never hesitated to protect me or spare resources for me. Well, that is an understatement. They saved my life already, more than once. I believe it is due to the relationship of your deal with them, however... I think some of them, personally care. Some." Thinking about Rokka specifically. "I think it might just work with them." Vorde: he gives you a long pondering stare finn before turning his head away "...good. all i needed was your approval in that regard." he makes to walk towards the door "if possible id like to speak with them all soon, you can catch me up on what you've seen underground as we walk. Its possible for us to walk about the palace by sticking to the indoor passages if we take the long way" Finn: he now gets off the bed with a little hop and waddles to his uncle's side. "Ah, that would be good. The sun is severely handicapping me today, I had to hold Psalm's and Orin's hands to get here in the first place." He puts on his hat again, unless that killed him earlier. [editor’s note: lol] "Some of the group came here with me, the others are buzzing about in another part of the palace..."

After a bit more brief chatter they decide to look for the rest of the group then bring them back to Vorde and Orin’s temporary room for a discussion. Vorde walks out of the room into the lounge where Orin seems to be idling around for the two of them, grabbing his bag and cloak once again. Not bothered for the moment be places his vest and cravat into the bag. The three then exit out into the hallway where the other three are waiting

Vorde: "no need to get cold out here for my sake the three of you" Finn: finn trails after Vorde like a puppy Psalm: psalm just shrugs like "I figured you'd want a moment alone to talk to Finn." Plum: "yeah, also orin said you were sleeping, could go for a nap myself honestly" [yawns] Keva: keva gets up from her squat, winces a bit from her muscles quickly becoming sore probably lol Vorde: he gives you a neutral glance psalm "courteous of you i suppose." before turning to look at you plum "i concur, though i feel its best i speak with you all again once before you're called before whatever dignitaries in the evening. If only to clarify a few things now that my end of our deal is complete" Plum: "sure, we should go find the others anyways"

The group shuffle off to look for the others, Plum tells Finn to lead the way though Finn soon realises he’ll need to hold someones hand again to get around.

Finn: finn kind of just looks at plum. he cant lead the way really. unless plum is willing to hold his hand. Plum: plum like why is finn looking at me rn “you good there” Finn: "Um... more or less. I just do not think I am capable of guiding us around this castle." he stammers out "You, Keva and Psalm are more suited for that." Plum: "oh why didn't you just speak up" and i grab his hand and pull him along Finn: "Wha- !" finn is dragged along...he has no choice.. he cannot change this.

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> 🎵 Labyrinth V - City of Radiant Ruin / Etrian Odyssey IV OST

As they wander around within the palace, Vinny leads the other group, consisting of Cimmorro, Han and Rokka, around to find the library. After a moment of wandering around the tall hallways on the ground floor they find the entrance, a set of open grand double doors. As they shuffle into the library they see a litany of people in blue and white coloured robes flitting about, similar uniforms to the royal guardsman but seemingly less restrictive and looser garments.

At one of the long centre tables they see there Turren, working away at some sort of grand bronze contraption, books and tomes piled high around as she sits upon a tall pile herself.

Next to her, Mardella appears to be reading from a book, reciting a phrase before looking up at Turren who frustratedly shakes her head before she moves onto another passage. The two continue on in this fashion almost comically while, nearby they spy Jeanne leaned over in a chair idly floating cosmetics as she stares into a mirror touching up her makeup.

Cimmorro: "looks like we found her... now give her a kiss" Vinny: he turns to you while hesitating at the entrance "you are making this worse by at least tenfold" Cimmorro: cimm snickers "i'm trying to save your marriage!" in the most joking tone he can possibly make. "i have to have my fun around here lest these two behind us bore me to death and take me to the goddess earlier than i had planned to" he points at han and rokka with his thumb without looking back Vinny: he makes this face at your teasing 😖 Plum: id kick cimms ass ngl Cimmorro: that means everything to me gab

Rokka: rokka mumbles to himself "i can be fun..." Han: han pushes cimm into the library, NOT HARD JUST LIKE SO THAT HE STARTS WALKING, if he trips well 🙄 Cimmorro: [succeeds on dex save] cimm sticks his tongue out at han while moving out of her reaching distance, would gesture at vinny to go and speak to his lady "go on, shoo shoo" Han: han sticks her tongue back at cimm and also follows vinny

Vinny waddles ahead of the group reluctantly until he enters Jeanne's field of vision, as they go the apprentices gathered around give the group all curious looks before focusing their attention back on their work

Vinny: he waves a hand in front of her before remarking "hello again jeanne, i hear you've been looking for me" Jeanne: she snaps her head in his direction before turning it back to her mirror "oh Vildristin there you are, I’d heard you had found your way to the palace somehow. lovely of you not make me hunt you down myself, always so bothersome.” She clicks a container holding some of her makeup closed before turning fully towards him “charming to see you’re in good….enough health. Last I got a glimpse of you I recall you were cowering against a wall in some rundown hallway. next you time you are unwillingly spirited away could you place yourself somewhere slightly more identifiable for me?” Cimmorro: behind vinny, cimm looks like this 😬 thinking 'the whole idiot thing wasn't a joke huh'

Rokka: jeanne i have decided you are a meanie mcpoopoo Han: ME RN TRACE Cimmorro: cimm group literally being like booo we hate your pussy @ jeanne rn Han: EMO PHASE OVER WE COME TOGETHER TO HATE ON JEANNES PUSSY

Vinny: he huffs and folds his arms in response to her “I was trying to stay hidden at the time, if you’ve not been informed, the lovely group of people behind me were innocent” Jeanne: she shakes a hand at him dismissively “oh yes yes, but still you were embarrassing me, and in front of the lovely ladies here as well. What to think of poor Beryll’s reputation” she tuts as he shoots a glares at her “hmm right, not that you care much about that, problem child that you are” Vinny: “…you’re barely four years of age on me Jeanne” Jeanne: “and how important those four years are apparently” he lets out a long beleaguered sigh

Cimmorro: cimm's debating if he should intervene rn but decides to hold back another round but he is less pleased at this point Han: one more round of verbal abuse Psalm: this is han cimm and rokka in the bg

Cimmorro: GLKDJBKLCXJBLCXMBLKSDMLKAMER I LAUGHED SO HARD I THINK I WOKE UP MY SISTER FUCK U SARITA Han: ;LKNDSA;TA4W HLFDW3AREFD

Vinny: a beat passes before vinny folds his arms in front of himself anxiously "right, well I've made myself known then... good luck with whatever it is... you aren’t doing in here" and turns to leave Jeanne: “hold on, you” she quickly extends a manicured finger in Vinny’s direction. “you aren’t shambling off anywhere until I have you report to the Accord, and then we shall be enlisting your help in tightening up the arcane runes around the palace” Vinny: he flinches “w…why on earth do I need to help with the runes…” Jeanne: she sighs before continuing “the great wizards of the accord are happily extending a helping hand to the Dorinian monarchy to resolve such a grand breach of security, of which you yourself are one, do you truly need such reminders? shall I jog your memory also on how to draw magic circle and what sigils make up a prestidigitation spell?” Vinny: he lets out a small frustrated grunt of agony in response Han: han slides in behind vinchezzo "you seem so capable ma'am, and vinny was just injured gravely, you should be fine doing those sigils yourself" takes vinnys waist and gently pushes him further away back to the door lol Cimmorro: cimm gets between han and jeanne "our fair wizard here was at the verge of passing far too many times, i don't suppose it would be uncouth to let him have his well deserved rest"

Han: han and cimm said WE TOP FUCK OFF Cimmorro: han might start a bar fight here he's seen enough Han: HAN SAID SHE TOPS AND CIMM SAID SHE DOES BUT NOT HERE Cimmorro: GKSJDGHSKJHGSJKGSHDGKHJSGD

Plum: han just moving vinny away and him just letting her is destroying me genuinely Han: vinny bottom... Chip: annoyed but liberated Cimmorro: vinny would let himself get manhandled

Rokka: he moves in front of vinny also "yes, i don't think it would look good for an accord that treats their own members in such a way" Vinny: he seems shocked at your intervention but doesn't fight being pushed away much by han. Jeanne: she squints at you all from under her fringe while tapping a finger on the table in front of her "...dont believe i caught the names of our great liberators. So you were the ones looking out for our Vildristin then?" Rokka: "my name is Rokka" he tilts his head up like that hmph motion Han: han noooos inside Cimmorro: "...it's fairer to say that we were looking after each other. vildristin offered great assistance in stopping the underground ceremony, madame" straightening up "so, i, again, implore you to let him rest" Han: keeps dragging vinny out like peace out Jeanne: she leans her head on her free hand atop the desk and stares for a long moment at you cimmorro before clicking her tongue "ahh no fun you lot. Take him away then since one of you seems quite keen too" she leans back in her chair and says slightly louder "waltz down here tomorrow though Vildristin, i mean it!" she sounds slightly whiny as she does. Turren: she gives her a disgruntled look at the volume "Jeanne if you could keep the noise down im trying my best to parse the damn code whatever 100 year old mage encrypted this thing with" Jeanne: she wilts slightly with a laugh "aha my apologies arch mage" she waves the four of you off with her hand Cimmorro: cimm gives jeanne a forced smile before leaving

Rokka: https://tenor.com/view/avatar-last-airbender-sokka-katara-gif-5506067 Cimmorro: ROIAKLLOAKOLKWKOGOAGKOKADGDSG

The group quickly shuffle themselves out of the library back into the tall palace hallways, dragging Vinny along with them.

Han: once hans out the door "well, at least bought a nights rest for you" Cimmorro: catching up to the others with a sprint. "okayyyy then... not saving your marriage. if i knew you had a wife like that i think i'd sabotage it if anything" he keeps his hands behind his head Han: "ye, if you need someone to hold her down while you get a left hook in, count me in" Chip: cimm like ill homewreck fr u anytime vinny Cimmorro: ILL GET CHU OUTTA THERE U DONT BELONG THERE

Vinny: he lifts his glasses and rubs his eyes "yes well, at least that’s out of the way for now. Suppose i'll be cooped up at the palace for the next few days" he turns to you cimm after "....im too tired to keep correcting you. Gods i need a nap" Cimmorro: "is this how they ALL treat you in the accord? or is madame there a special case?" Vinny: "mostly. some of them aren’t as insufferable as that, she's definitely a standout. were i feeling conspiratorial id almost think they sent her specifically on purpose" Han: "definitely on purpose" Rokka: rokka jsut quietly pats vinny on the back Cimmorro: cimm looking at vinny like damn bro u live like this "i still can't help but wonder why you stick with them if this were the case" Rokka: "yeah, can't you...i dont know... quit?” Vinny: "we all make bad choices when were younger, unfortunately im still stuck with this one" he stares at the ornate looking wall in the hallway tiredly Han: han gives vinny an empathetic shoulder (or i guess hip with her fucking size) bump "if you want to escape and start new life...." Vinny: he finally laughs again at that "I've thought about it i cant deny that, who would i leave the store too though..." at that though he kinda snaps his eyes open "right, i almost forgot with jeanne's yammering" he turns back to you all seriously "im still worried about where ezra and cole have gotten too....they still haven't shown up. I was going to ask since it seems i wont be able to really leave and look around on my own. If uh, you get the chance, could you try and look into it and see where they've disappeared too?" Han: "oh, yeah. i was planning to look for them anyway" Rokka: "yeah, I am kind of worried" Han: "you can do that scrying thing like you were under before?" Vinny: he goes 🥺 "thank you, i really appreciate it" before responding to the question "no, sadly i dont have the ability to cast something that potent. Maybe i could badger jeanne about it tomorrow however.... least she could do for me"" Han: han makes the excalibur face "we can search by our own" Psalm: LOL Plum: LOOOL

Cimmorro: "would she even consider your requests? with the way things were going earlier it didn't seem possible to me" Vinny: "if im going to be forced to work with her tomorrow i can ask at the very least, if it comes to nothing well i'll already be having an annoying morning" Cimmorro: "quite a nice coworker you got, i'll be real... could you not quit the accord and keep the shop going yourself? probably even set up elsewhere" Vinny: "i cant quit the accord period, as least not right now. They dont have control over the shop, just over me... Im sure i could travel as i pleased if i informed them where i'd be heading, but id be forced to answer them if they ever called me. Having the store just makes it easier" he sighs "it hasn't been an issue much for a few years but with jeanne here i get the feeling they'll try and meddle with me again" Cimmorro: "you... really like roping yourself into trouble huh" cimm responds Vinny: "ahh.. i am a man of many talents" he says ruefully Cimmorro: "as I've said earlier, too many hobbies"

As they chat, Vinny’s group spots the others coming down the hallway towards them and start waving their hello’s, regrouping altogether once again.

Rokka: rokka perks up "oH GUYS!!" he waves and runs over Plum: i wave at rokka too Chip: plum getting hugged by rokka while holding finns hand Rokka: THATS LITERALLY WHAT IM IMAGINING RN Plum: what was that shit we said yesterday. sorry i fuck and yall dont

Finn: "hello rokka... it is good to see you again" finn comments, also relieved to see rokka.. Rokka: "boy am I glad to see you all again" he gently pats finns hat, careful not to tip it Finn: finn laughs quietly at the gesture, not minding it at all coming from him. "the pleasure is all ours." Psalm: "It..hasn't been that long...?"

Vinny: as the groups converge vinny rubs his neck idly "ah i think i'll split off here and go find somewhere to lay down for a bit, in those barracks that had the bathouse under it" he turns to cimm and han "ill let you know tomorrow if i can wrangle jeanne into anything" Han: thumbs up @ vinny Cimmorro: i nod at vinny "see ya" Keva: keva lets her head drop tiredly on orin's shoulder while we all stand around n talk

Vinny ambles off to find some shuteye while the group chatters amongst themselves, soon after Vorde leads them all back to him and Orin’s temporary lodgings within the castle walls. The group inform him and Orin of their goings on’s over the past day on the way before they arrive at the building again, walking up the stairs into the room one after another. Vorde places his bag down before sitting himself down in a chair in the main lounge room as the group all settle themselves.

Vorde: "seeing as you are to be called in to speak with the royalty soon i feel best i get this out of the way now so we may both be on our own ways." he folds his hands in his lap and regards you all

Cimmorro: vorde lookin like this:

Chip: SJKHEEHJKAGHKJEGAJEJG Psalm: STOP Finn: uiHOIDMJFGIOD;KGFO;DFG finn goes to sit on vordes side, but he doesn't sit like barock

Vorde: he continues on “at this point I consider my obligations in our deal complete, you’re names are cleared and the royalty is clearly thankful to you, an enviable spot to have landed yourselves within. when they summon you again I’m quite certain it will be to discuss compensation or some sort for your task done” Keva: keva looks at whoever questioned her abt being compensated idr Chip: michelle just knows she has a right to go haha neener neener rn

Vorde: “i feel it is time i speak more on the the job, yes” he sighs and leans further back, fatigue settling into his limbs as he rubs a hand across his face “as you all know I’ve spoken before that it is to take place in Antessa, my hometown” he pauses thinking “you will all need to arrive there within 2-3 months, no later than the 45th of Aestas. In simpler terms you’ve a maximum of 87 days from today, easy enough, I can’t imagine that no matter what route you travel there it wouldn’t take you any more than 60 or so days at the maximum. how you get there or what you do from now until you arrive is of no concern to me, so long as you arrive before this time. i shall not be accompanying you there, I've other matters to attend to before we arrive, Orin and Finn alongside me.” Finn: finn kicks his feet a little in the air again, having known about this he's not particularly affected unless rokka looks at him with sad puppy eyes Han: "travelling together sounds smart, especially by foot" Psalm: “no arguments there” Keva: keva starts chewin on a thumbnail while she thinks Rokka: "finn, you're leaving?" Plum: plum is frowning but they're not saying anything either Finn: "Ah...I must. But we will meet again in Antessa, with a lot to tell each other I'm sure." Finn tries to give Rokka a reassuring smile. Rokka: "ah...I was beginning to enjoy our time together..." he looks down "but if you must then I hope to see you soon" Finn: Finn's smile becomes a little sad at that... Enjoying the time he's spent with Rokka as well. "So was I... But we must simply look forward to our next meeting. Time will fly quickly, I'm sure." Vorde: he’s staring very hard at you all considering something while peering at rokka and finn

Keva: in a low volume @ orin "where are you going to be?" Orin: he tilts his head towards you keva "boss man's gotta meet with some people and shuffle around some stuff in ackran i think" Keva: "does it have to do with whatever we're doing in what-its-name" Orin: “ayeeep” Keva: she says louder @ vorde "actually you haven't told us yet what we're doing in your hometown" Vorde: vorde looks at you keva "as unfortunate as I’m sure it is to hear, I cannot yet relay details on said job. while I don’t doubt you all are adept at this point, I cannot risk information about this leaking at all. under any circumstances. when you arrive I will be sure to brief you all in full, down to the finest detail, on specifics. until then just know It will most likely involve combat, and if it soothes you, it is for a righteous purpose” as he says the last bit you see him clench his hand on one of his knees almost unconsciously. Han: "really? no information? nothing helpful so we could even prepare?" Vorde: he shakes his head "that is as much as i can say unfortunately"

Chip: vorde gets 5 black psyche locks appear Han: me ripping his psyche locks Cimmorro: lock pick it keva go

Han: "and if we dont show up?" Psalm: "So are we getting compensation for this as well or was clearing our names payment in advance?" Vorde: "then you would be breaking the terms of our deal. of which i would not take kindly too" he gives you a stern expression before turning to psalm "you will be compensated for this job, clearing your names was the advance. the rest comes after it is complete" Psalm: "I see. Well that's fine with me then." Plum: "you have a lotta faith paying us in advance that's for sure 🤨 but i kinda need to be up around there anyways" Han: han has a bad taste in mouth n just sighs Cimmorro: looking over the group cimm is thinking 'stuck with these guys for months...'

Keva: back to whispering to orin ".... you really think we can trust this guy?" Orin: "well he'll pay you thats for sure, and i dont think hes going to drop you in a ditch if thats what you're scared of" Keva: keva looks directly at orin "it's not me i'm worried about" Orin: he just kinda rolls his eyes Keva: she pinches him in his side Orin: he goes ow ow ow Keva: she grumble at him "you always manage to get yourself into Something." and then quieter and looking at the floor "i don't like being separated that long." n she looks at her thumb before wiping the spit off on her shirt Orin: he kinda rubs his side "ah well yknow, i cant really leave boss man's side at this point, even when finn flutters off i gotta be his second pair of eyes. i'll see ya again dont worry" Keva: keva just sighs quietly thru her nose

Vorde: he continues "theres a place on the outskirts before you reach the town called The Dead Bone Bend, its a cliffface of a sort. at its top is where u can meet me" Plum: [repeats name to self] "gotcha” Celebrity Guest Aqua: Kya meeting vorde at an ass end of nowhere near decrepit ghost town >_< Psalm: PEAK OF ROMANCE Cimmorro: bro ik its like eloping Plum: called bone bend Celebrity Guest Aqua: Well, My bone bend as they say Finn: if it were anyone other than vorde id assume im being killed by a serial killer but vorde? id meet him anywhere Han: yall are crazy Psalm: AND WHAT ABOUT IT? Han: FAIR CARRY ON

As they chat Vorde seems to be lost in his thoughts for a moment, he blinks before turning to address Finn and Orin about something.

Vorde: “Finnian I hate to ask this of you, but could you accompany Orin downstairs for a moment, one of the servants should have some notes for me prepared that I asked after earlier. It should be no trouble to grab them if you announce yourself as a Barvotte” Finn: Finn hops off his seat and looks towards Vorde "But of course, uncle." Then to Orin, as he will request his guidance in just a moment and already walks towards the door.

Cimmorro: were going to die Psalm: damn here we go, he's gonna turn into a lich Han: WE HAD A SHORT REST YOU SAID CHIP

Orin follows after Finn dutifully downstairs to ask around about the servant. After Finn leaves Vorde waits a few beats before turning back to address the group.

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> 🎵 The Relentless Melody / Etrian Odyssey IV OST

Vorde: “there is one more thing I would like to ask of you all before you head off to wherever you may. I would like you to take Finn with you on your travels until you reach Antessa.” he stares at you all seriously, his hands clasped on his lap. Plum: plum tries to hide a laugh Han: "....you could have just said that with him here, why was... is this secret. wh" Psalm: 0_0) "Any reason why...?" Rokka: rokka immediately perks up and becomes excited "yeah! made me feel sad all for nothing!" Vorde: "he seemed eager yes but i feel i should ask you all before he is foisted upon you. it is awkward to do if he is staring you all down. i want honest answers" he turns to you psalm and shakes his head “as loathe as I am to be appear genuine here, my nephew has never travelled outside of Antessa unless it was under my watch. I fear he has not had enough experience of the world on his own, never forced to adapt I suppose you could say” he squeezes his hands slightly before continuing "he can be a bit too attached to me, he has to stand on his own eventually"

Cimmorro: what if vorde's going to a dangerous mission and he dies while finn is with us makes u think Psalm: why would you say that, what the fuck are you on dawg Finn: hey jez im going to kill you for real Plum: mentor figures dont always gotta die ! just saying chip ! Celebrity Guest Aqua: just bcs hes a dilf you dont have to kill him its ok

Rokka: "don't worry sir vorde. I will do my best to look out for him" taps his bicep Han: "........ you want us to babysit?" grimacing Psalm: "While I see what you're saying I don't think I'm cut out to be babysitting." Plum: "i mean i don't mind, rather him than some of you lot sometimes [not looking at keva]" Vorde: he nods his head at you rokka before staring at the other two “you have all proven yourselves capable, even strong individuals. more importantly you aren’t quite like anyone he’s been forced to be around before, that is important.” He pauses a moment again before continuing “I think he has proven himself to you now that he is also able of handling himself in more dangerous circumstances, he would not be a burden. or he very well shouldn’t be one, travel wise or monetarily” Keva: after a bit "....fine. if you make sure orin stays safe." Vorde: he stares at you a moment "that i can assure" Psalm: "Money or otherwise isn't really the issue..." Psalm trails off. Rokka: rokka's just like haha its not babysitting when ur just hanging out with ur friend 🤪

Vorde: he turns to you psalm “you do not have to agree to this request, I am not demanding it of you but I would appreciate it greatly, nonetheless” and for once you see some genuine emotion in this old mans eyes Han: vorde like 🥺 Psalm: psalms like

Cimmorro:

Han: han is untouched by vorde puppy eyes Celebrity Guest Aqua: bounces right off of han Plum: plum isn't

Psalm: * weak to pressure* "It's not like I'll be up to much before whatever you have planned so." just waves his hand Vorde: he nods at you before turning to the rest of you expectantly for an answer Han: han shrugs as an answer like do i rly got a choice bruh..... Cimmorro: "........... we're all going there anyways so there's no difference if he comes with or not. we'll be meeting together in Antessa and working from there regardless. might as well bring him along" Plum: also yeah i just look at bossman and nod if he doesn't get the impression im down for whatever Psalm: psalms not even gonna bother fixing the misconception that we're a functioning group of acquaintances rn Vorde: at your reluctant approval he tiredly speaks again as if drained from not being detached for once "thank you all. i appreciate it" in a rarity he bends forward and gives you all a bow before lifting his head again "with things more or less settled, i'll be due to leave the city sometime in the evening tomorrow along with Orin. I will inform Finn myself of this change before then, i ask you to not tell him just yet yourselves if possible. He will meet you all in the morning at some point i will make sure of that"

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> 🎵 Labyrinth V - City of Radiant Ruin / Etrian Odyssey IV OST

At the tail end of the conversation the group hear Finn and Orin’s footsteps from outside, a knock on the door from Finn announcing their presence again.

Finn: simply comes in without waiting for a reply after he knocks. "Uncle we were able to retrieve the notes you asked for." He says, walking up to Vorde to hand them over and sit next to him again. He's looking forward to not seeing this group for a couple months with the exception of a few select. Cimmoro: everyone looking at finn uncomfortably rn, cept for rokka whos probably wagging his tail Vorde: he takes them from you finn "thank you finnian" he turns back to you all and unfolds them, revealing them to be large maps of the area and written timetables and puts them on a table in front of him "i feel the least i can do is give you some information so you may chart your course as you wish before leaving." he stands from his chair visibly more tired than usual "and now, i am going to lay down for a few more hours at the very least" he turns to you finn "after you speak to the royalty in a time id like you to come wake me for a chat" he pats finn on the shoulder before walking back towards the room with a bed Finn: Finn smiles again at the pat to his shoulder, thinking he and Vorde will just have tea or something. Now that the letterheads are taken care of, some normalcy can return to their lives. Temporarily, at least. It's been a while since they could just talk. And finally they get to travel again! He's missed Orin and Vorde dearly. He nods at his uncles words and wishes him plentiful rest. Plum: jude man, my gawd

Vorde heads out of the room, leaving the group to examine the items he’s placed upon the table. They set about investigating the various routes they could take from here to Antessa.

Route 1 - 100gp per person for the entire boat journey, then 100gp for a caravan and some horses, 500g for supplies for the whole journey (food and horse feed)

Route 2 - 1000gp per person for the entire airship journey then 100gp for a carvan and some horses and 100g for supplies for the whole journey (food and horse feed)

Route 3A - 100gp for caravan and some horses, 1000g for supplies for the whole journey (food and horse feed)

Route 3B - 100gp for caravan and some horses, 1100 gp for supplies for the whole journey (food and horse feed)

Psalm: psalm perks up when he sees the airship option "Finn you wouldn't happen to know what your uncle plans on getting up to before Antessa would he?" Finn: "My uncle isn't fixated only on this job. He has his business to do here and there, that's all I know. I guess I can tell you when we reunite in Antessa?" Finn answers plainly. Psalm: "Ah.. was trying to see if I could get some clues for our upcoming mission but alright." Finn: Finn chuckles at that. "Try all you want, I will also not tell you any more than my uncle did." Psalm: "You caught me ^_^ " Plum: i feel like psalm just lied Psalm: was 100% lying yeah, don't even need to hide that lmfao

Psalm: "I vote we take the airship. Well, either way, im taking that. Even if i have to go by myself” Finn: Finn leans back and watches Psalm starting drama, like he's about to watch an entertaining play. Rokka: rokka taps his chin "i've never been on an airship before..." Plum: "ugh.. i don't like the sound of being up in the air, i'm more interested in the boat route" Han: "i dont have that money and people dont take good to that" Psalm: ”Boats aren't that much safer. They're both ships if you think about it." Plum: "i'm not too keen on the boats either” Han: "airship sound kinda boring but whatever" Psalm: “WHAT. How??” Plum: plum looks at psalm like what the fuck Keva: keva also look at psalm from her distracted thinking like [what the fuck?]

Han: "what do you do on air??? stare at sky??? at least i can forage on horseback..." Psalm: "Why would you want to forage? Plus it's faster." Han: "how else do you get food???" Psalm: Psalm just stares at her like ah i see the problem now Keva: "airship rats" Han: han considers airship rats for a moment Psalm: "You buy food." Han: "why would you buy food if you can just hunt something..." Psalm: "I feel like this is going to go in circles so I'm not going to follow up on that." to himself under his breath "I'm flat broke though...😭 " Cimmorro: "we should find out our compensation before we decide on routes, if we are even able to afford it" snickers

As the group kill time scanning maps and discussing their preferences, the seven of them are finally once again summoned to speak before the nobility in the evening. As the sun finally sets and after some searching from a harried liaison, they bid farewell to Orin in the room before they're led through the palace floors.

As opposed to being led towards the grand courtroom before, the group are led down a different hallway instead, upstairs within the palace. The ceiling is less ludicrously high on the second floor, though only slightly. They are directed to the end of a hallway before a set of grand double doors by a couple of royal guardsman.

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> 🎵 Minor Labyrinth I - The Undiscovered Realm / Etrian Odyssey IV OST

As the group are led inside, in the centre of the room they see a large heavy round oak table, with grand ornamentation carved into its sides. Around the table are bookcases and chairs, as well as banners and shields hung across the walls, and a grand looking window on the far back wall.

On top of the table are books and papers piled up, as well as multiple maps of the city, different angles and sections with small black wooden markers placed upon them. At the doors of the room two royal guardsman stand on guard and eye the group as they walk inside.

Directly across from where they entered, there they see king consort Jeremiah on the other end of the table seated, working away at something as an attendant speaks, bent over next to him. He seems preoccupied until their entrance, to which he lifts his head and speaks a grand greeting.

Jeramiah: “Ah yes there you all are, Vengaboys correct? Apologies for the delay but there is much to be done within a short amount of time if we want to lift the lockdown by tomorrow...” he idly scratches at his chin as he puts down a quill held in his hand Psalm: "vengaboys correct" broke my immersion Chip: LOL Keva: we did this

Finn: he bows in appropriate fashion for the king consort. "Vengaboys is correct, your majesty." Plum: plum is like my family is not going to believe the shit ive been getting up to this week i'll tell you that, im wondering if i should curtsy or something but i think i will decide against it Rokka: "greetings your great....highness....majesty.......king.....?" how do u speak to the royal family idfk Han: “ya sup” Jeremiah: he nods at your greeting finn and smiles a little at han and rokka's before shuffling a few papers together and setting them aside. He tents his hands in front of him on the table before continuing on “i’ve been informed of what occurred earlier today in detail, what this cult attempted to achieve and how it was stopped by yourselves and the two guardsman who spoke with me. Incredible work, I say this truly, this great city owes you a good deal for the countless people you’ve saved, and those you prevented from witnessing such horror firsthand” at this he stands regally and extends a hand across his chest, bowing his head slightly to you all. his attendant almost appears shocked at his action, flustering slightly next to him. Plum: im also shocked Keva: keva is uncomfortable Psalm: psalm is also uncomfortable Finn: Finn is experiencing anxiety premium rn but nods at the gesture. Hoping thats the right thing to do. Rokka: rokka is also slightly uncomfortable.....thats a lot of eyes and ears Cimmorro: cimm just watching

Plum: “err...i mean...” [wondering if they should say anything] Psalm: "There's no need to thank us..." Rokka: “yeah...” Han: on a lower volume "we nearly died, the fuck are you all on (does a mocking tone of psalm) 'no need to thank us'" Plum: [rolls my eyes at han] Finn: finn glares at you han Psalm: he flips her off behind his back

Han reaches out in an attempt to covertly twist Psalm’s arm behind his back, but he quickly bats her hand away before she can get to him at all.

Psalm: HAHAHAHAH SUCK IT LOOOL, i'm imagining this in my head and it's destroying me Plum: SAME like drake and josh or something Han: HAN TSKS QUIETLY Keva: keva bites her lip trying not to laugh Psalm: he 😏

As Han fails to bully psalm, Jeremiah rises up from the bow and sits again before continuing on with his speech.

Jeremiah: "no need to humble yourselves, i give gratitude where i believe it is due" and smiles before speaking again, unbeknown to the bullshit occurring in front of him “what I would like to discuss first is that you have all been formally pardoned. This was done earlier in word at your court hearing but I’d like to inform you that is now officially on our records." he continues on "i am also having the two guardsman knighted for their efforts but I feel a party as yourselves typically appreciates more material goods in exchange for a task done.” He smirks slightly and turns towards his attendant “Please inform them?” Attendant: the attendant quickly bows before turning to address you all “The Dorinian Monarchy thanks you for your efforts in securing our grand city of Shorewater. In exchange your party, the Vengaboys, shall be gifted a lump sum of 35,000 gold, in addition to your formal pardon” the attendant finishes speaking Psalm: AIRSHIP HERE WE COME BABY Rokka: ROKKAS EYES BULGE OUT AT HEARING THE MONEY Plum: MY EYES ALSO BULGE OUT Keva: YA KEVA'S JAW DROPS Han: (han counts on her fingers subtly)

Jeremiah: though he continues staring at them as if expecting more “…and?" Attendant: the attendant jumps to attention “ah…your majesty I was unsure if you were ah….and there’s the necessary checks we’d need to…”

The attendant babbles themselves into silence as Jeremiah continues staring at them expectantly before they cough and turn back towards the party.

Attendant: “The monarchy has also seen fit to ah, rehold the Elfonsent Ball in 2 weeks’ time, featuring you all as guests of honour for your undoubtedly heroic actions earlier on this day” they finish, giving a bow Jeremiah: he smiles happily, his hands tented in front of his face. Finn: he wonders if he's the one supposed to represent the group here and supposed to respond, noble and all. balling his fist and unballing it nervously. "W-we are grateful for your swift work and your generous reward, Consort Jeremiah." Finn bows again, a bit more this time. "We would gladly attend the rehold of the ball with great pride." Plum: plum is not really sure what to say, looks at finn and is like "yes.. uh... thank you." and coughs into their fist Cimmorro: "yea this is pretty pog not gonna lie" Rokka: ROKKA KIND OF FREAKING OUT Han: han still counting Keva: she kinda is just like "what the fuck" almost silently to herself Psalm: psalm's like deadpan: "Your Majesty you really don't have to do that." Jeremiah: he smiles at your response "wonderful to hear young barvotte" before turning to you psalm and he laughs "as far as im concerned were underpaying you after that report but we need to manage expenses to deal with the aftermath. there is the matter of corpse location, cleanup and funerary services… sections of the city will need to be sanctioned off until these are complete. funerary services and body identification...we will hold a mourning service once all has been organised but afterwards” he picks up and begins twirling his quill in one hand Finn: finn fidgets nervously at how the king consort seemingly doesn't mind his awful anxiety. tries to smile. keyword tries. Psalm: psalm just ^_^ Cimmorro: "may i ask whose funerary services are you hiring?" Jeremiah: he turns to you "we'll most likely enlist the church of heiron as they have a great base in the city already, but i am considering asking after other churches aid as well, depending on the number we will have to handle" Keva: keva looks up from her daze at the mention of church of heiron Jeremiah: he continues on while still spinning the quill continuing after in thought “…elfonsent spell is about forging connections with one another, deep in the throes of springtime. recent events have no doubt stoked hostility and suspicions, gossip about the perpetrators and despite what information we put out, people will harbour their fears still. After all of this I want to give people something to smile about, and some heroes to shower with praise” he tilts his head with a glint in his eye and smiles “you need not attend if you’d not like to publicly, but it would be a great boon to have you all be present, your free to invite guests as well to your hearts desire" Han: han goes : D at that

Psalm: what's with all the old men pressuring us today Chip: welcome to my dilf pressure cooker

Cimmorro: also cimm's going to pipe up "i come from the church of wee jas. we specialise in funerary services and i'd be honoured to lend a hand if your majesty needs an extra pair" Jeremiah: he raises a brow "oh? is that so? if you would like to i would appreciate the help greatly, as well as if you had any other contact to jasidian temples you could make. i'll assemble information regarding the inspection and cleanup for you at a later date then" Finn: "Oh, I don't mean to appear rude, but is Vorde Barvotte accounted for in this invitation?" Finn manages to work up the courage to ask. Jeremiah: he turns to you finn "yes he is invited as well, just as he was the previous one. it would be gauche for me to retract it now" Cimmorro: cimm would just smile at the blessing of being able to contact other temples and go "awesome! thank you i'm looking forward to working for you, your majesty!" he is genuinely happy abt this all for once Jeremiah: he nods his head at you cimmorro and moves to address you all again "i thank you all again, you may rest at the palace this evening. In the morning you will be summoned to receive your compensation before you leave. Over the coming weeks I will send liaisons with documents for you to sign in regards to your involvement with the events below ground, as well as your formal invitations to the next ball. as you go please give your current lodgings over to my attendant here” he begins turning his attention back to the documents at his hands “have a good evening vengaboys”

The attendant shuffles forward around the table towards the group with parchment and quill in hand, expectantly waiting to take down their addresses. The group all give their current lodgings in their business district inn’s, Keva just gives the inn’s name verbally.

As they all finish off the meeting, the group are all led out of the room and then back down the palace stairs followed by royal guardsman. As they reach the ground floor they nod and take guard at the stairs, allowing the group to then wander as they please.

The guardsman briefly point them in the direction of their guest rooms, one of the smaller buildings near the royal guard barracks inside the walls. The party find the rest of the evening to themselves to wish as they wish, at a ripe time of 7:30 PM.

Notes

👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👨‍👧‍👦The Party have been informed on their potential future travel routes to Antessa...

⭐Vinny’s safety has been relayed to the Accord

👤Ezra and 🧰Cole continue to be MIA

#recaps #200818 #splitting these bc they werent close enough to warrant a double and also bc they are SO FKING LONG

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clairvoyant. (m) part one.

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Author’s note: I have no idea where this came from or where it’s going *shrug* I do know it’ll contain drugs, alcohol and smut, with angst so there ya go! Also not sure who it’ll be centered around so enjoy the mystery.

Word count: 3k

The smell of cigarette smoke was overwhelming in his bedroom despite the incense he had that he swore would mask the smell, it clearly wasn’t doing much. You were sat facing him on the floor, your legs tucked underneath your bum as you held the clamp to his lip and held a needle in your other hand, “Dude, don’t you think you should, I don’t know…take that out of your mouth when I do this?”

His eyes looked everywhere but at you, bouncing around the posters on his wall to his dirty hamper in the corner, literally anywhere but your eyes because he was terrified. “It helps calm my nerves, there’s no way in hell I’m taking this out of my mouth. Thanks for the shitty suggestion though.”

He took another drag, ignoring you’re look of disapproval and continuing to avoid eye contact. You just let out a huff of annoyance, focusing on securing the clamp on his lip, “Fine, but if it comes out crooked it’s your fault.”

You could see the gears turning in his head as he thought of a perfect come back, but you being your petty self took that moment to shove the needle through his lip. His eyes bulged out and his cigarette dropped from his mouth and landed on his knees. You’re positive the ashes burn but due to his shock it takes him a while to react.

He comes back to life when you exchange the sharp needle for a blunt hollow one, his hands immediately swatting off the cigarette butt as he winces from your movements.

“Stay still!” You scold him, not being able to bite back the smile and giggle that slips through your lips when you see the signature look he gives when he’s pissed.

You could feel him glaring at you as you slide the ring through the hollow needle and secure the ball at the end of it, leaning back to fully examine your work. Wow….pat yourself on the back, you should become a piercer god damn you have talent.

“You could have given me a fucking warning!” He shouts at you with newfound confidence when he knows there’s no way for you to harm him. You pick up the cigarette he dropped in his moment between life and death and slip it between your lips, taking a drag and slapping his hands before they’re able to pick at his new piercing.

“A warning? What the fuck are you Park Jimin, 15?” His eyes twitch as he looks at you smoking and gathering up your things with a smirk, “Did you want me to hold your hand and talk you through it?”

You continue picking up your stuff from his wooden floors, tossing them in your bag carelessly and zipping it up once you were sure you had everything. “Oh!” Your fingers dug into the tiny zipper on the side and pulled out two small bags.

“Why are you giving me coke?”

The bags were tossed at his face as you rolled your eyes, “It’s not coke you dumbass. Sea salt, you know, to clean your piercing.” He just looked at the bags, giant question marks hanging over his head, “Honestly if you show up to class and have disgusting crusties all over that thing I will rip it out.”

“Sea salt….crusties….not good….” he mumbled to himself before nodding and placing them on his dresser. You took his mumbling as him understanding and slung your bag over your shoulder, stepping over the vinyl on his floor as you made a beeline for his door, only stopping and looking back when he called your name.

“You’re going tomorrow right?”

Tomorrow…the start of your second year of college. Also known as the year where you should kind of have your shit figured out, at least a bit. It wasn’t like you haven’t been thinking about school this entire break, it was practically eating you alive with stress and no matter how hard you tried to seem nonchalant about it you couldn’t help but constantly look for the grey hairs that were bound to pop up.

“Of course I’m going, it’s the first–”

“No,” he cut you off with a wave of his hand, “the freshman mixer, not class.”

Jimin watched you as you went through a moment of confusion, your lips pursed and thinking hard as if he had just spat out some riddle, but then it clicked and you let out a laugh, “Yeah, yeah of course I’ll be there.”

He nodded in approval shouting out to bring your camera as you left his room and his apartment altogether.

Your head was cast downward as you clicked through the pictures on your camera, your lips curving up into a smile when you flipped through the endless photos of you and your group at one of the many summer parties that just passed. The amount of drunken selfies and extremely questionable scenarios just made you miss the carefree feeling that came with no school, now you felt a pit of uneasiness in your stomach and you felt just as anxious as the freshman all around you.

Speaking of them, it was a shock you hadn’t rudely ran into one from how distracted you were, but that was thanks to Yoongi who had his arm draped around your shoulder to help guide you. His face was blank but you could see his eyes scanning the whole area.

He was looking for campus police.

“Clear?”

He hummed and did another check before nodding, “Surprisingly, I guess they have trust in the freshman class this year.”

That was a shock, when you had gone to the freshman mixer the year before it was swarming with campus police. At the time you couldn’t really figure out why they were so uptight but when you met Yoongi and his group it all clicked. Apparently Jimin had posted something on twitter about selling pills and news got to the school principal so they decided to basically TSA our asses that day.

That was beyond eventful to say the least and it was the day you met your group of friends so it was definitely a good memory for you.

“What lens is that?”

Yoongi slips you out of your nostalgic daydreaming and you cast a glance back at your camera to double check, “24-70 with an F stop of 2.8.”

He lets out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling up and his gummy smile coming out, “Fuck, you’re gonna be able to really zoom into all of Tae good parts huh?”

“Oh yeah, he asked for HD and that’s what he’ll get. Hell maybe i’ll blow up a few stills for him, think he’d appreciate that?”

“I definitely would.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, in this case wearing a pair of black sweats and a cut up band tee. His bright red hair looks a damn mess, probably due to the fact that he literally just rolled out of bed but it suits him.

“I’m thinking a good 40 inches tall, on canvas. Think you can do it?”

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh as you think of the poor photo studio that would have to print that out for you, “Why so big?”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he shrugs, “It might be a good icebreaker for my new roommate. What doesn’t say ‘Hey let’s be friends’ like a giant photo displaying my ass right above my bed?”

Yoongi chokes out a laugh at that, obviously being able to picture out the whole scenario he had just painted. That poor freshman was going to be completely traumatized before he even got to introduce himself. Tae’s personality is really in your face and unfiltered, if you can’t match it you run from it so hopefully the new guy could block it out like Jin used to.

“That’s exactly why I said fuck no when you asked me to dorm with you after Jin graduated.”

The three of you turn to see Jimin walking into the conversation, a beanie covering his blonde hair which contrasted against his all black outfit. A teasing smirk was on his face and his new lip ring was actually looking clean.

“Shut up liar, you love me. You only wanted to live alone so you could jack off in peace.”

“Plus not all of us are trust fund babies that have the luxury of living off campus Mr.Park.” Yoongi adds jokingly.

Jimin only scoffs and adjusts the Rolex on his wrist as if that didn’t just prove Yoongi’s statement, “Whatever,” he sighs out, “let’s get this show on the road, cmon!” He claps loudly, gaining attention from a few girls who basically end up gawking at him.

Taehyung looks at you for confirmation and you slip your phone out of your pocket, swiping through a few texts before making eye contact with him again and nodding, “Namjoon can’t make it cause work and Hoseok’s helping Jin move in so yeah, let’s do it.”

By now the freshman mixer had filled up, people were mingling and sharing class schedules. There was a few hit songs playing in the background and a crowd had formed around the food tables so now was a good time if he really wanted an audience.

Jimin and Yoongi made their way to the food table, which was right next to the makeshift stage that the principal was set to give her pep talk at later on, while you and Tae stayed off to the side.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this for an xbox.”

He reached into your bag and pulled out the beanie and mask he had asked you to bring him, “It’s not just for an xbox, Jimin said he’d pay half my tuition this semester if I did it.”

You helped him tuck his hair underneath the beanie because if anyone spotted it they would immediately know it was him. “Well that clearly changes everything…”

He gave you a grin, slipping on the black mask and tugging it down slightly so you could hear him talk properly. “If anything happens and they chase me down and my dick breaks off when I get tackled…I want you to know that I’ll still be here for you Y/N.”

Your brows furrowed when you felt him place a kiss on your forehead, the sweet gesture counteracting his raunchy words but you just rolled your eyes and muttered that he was disgusting before walking over to join Jimin and Yoongi.

A deep sigh left you as you came and rested your arm high up on Jimin’s shoulders, his frame supporting the extra weight as you leaned on him. “Had I known you were paying Tae’s tuition I would’ve joined him.”

You were expecting him to laugh at your comment but he froze and turned to look at you with both brows raised up and a seriously concerned face, “Why? Are you having trouble again?”

He didn’t wait for a response before fishing his phone out of his pockets and tapping away. You already knew what he was doing so you didn’t think twice when you reached for it and locked it, “No, no I’m not. It was a joke Jimin.”

Keep eye contact or he’ll see right through you, is the mantra you repeated in your head as he squinted at you, trying to see if you’d fidget.

“Hm,” he hummed out, “okay. But if you ever need anything you know I’m here right?” He pulled you into his side, smoothly ending the conversation before you could protest, and ruffled your hair up like an older brother would before pointing at the stage where Taehyung was.

Oh god, this was gonna be good.

He tapped the lone microphone that stood center stage, clearing his throat awkwardly and gaining the attention of all the freshman. Your hands had a mind of their own and had already began recording the entire thing. It really was a mystery how he would decide to play this thing out.

The murmurs began, questions of who he was, why he was wearing a mask, if he was gonna whip out a gun, and people saying they were leaving was all that could be heard.

“Hello freshman class!” His voice was slightly muffled behind the mask, making him sound a little creepy, “I’m the official representative of the freshman welcoming committee. And my first order of business in welcoming you to our wonderful school is to become…well acquainted–”

Your eyes were glued on your viewfinder, making sure he was in focus but from your peripheral you could see Yoongi waving his hands and pointing to the side. You panned the camera over and laughed when you saw the principal and two scrawny campus police chasing behind her as she headed straight for the stage.

“He has about 90 seconds before he loses the bet.” Jimin mumbled beside you as you turned the camera back towards Tae who had already seen the situation.

His hands rubbed together in a moment of thought, “Fuck, sorry everyone!” Before he could doubt himself he ripped off his shirt and haphazardly managed to take his sweats off, ignoring the collective gasps of everyone seeing him in all his glory as he bolted off the stage.

The three of you couldn’t hold back your laughter as he weaved his way through the crowd of freshman, your mind was on balancing your lens, recording and capturing everyone either covering their face or not being able to look away. Tae was completely shameless, holding both hands in the air and managing to throw a finger heart toward at the camera.

You were half expecting people to shove him away but it was the exact opposite, people had their phones out trying to take selfies with him as he passed by. He had even gone as far as full on twirling girls around like they were dancing if they would let him.

The second the campus police saw him butt naked, they took off after him, “Run!” Yoongi shouted out, causing Tae to look back and scream when he saw them get closer. By now the majority of people began cheering him on, a few even getting in the way of the police to let him get further.

Your camera’s shutter kept clicking as you snapped the pictures he wanted while recording, there would definitely be a picture of his butt somewhere in there worthy of a 40 inch canvas.

He had a good distance now and decided it was safe to turn back to face everyone and bow before taking off down through the parking lot, surely managing to somehow hide out and sneak into the dorms.

Your eyes were still looking through your viewfinder as your panned back around to record everyone’s reactions so you didn’t notice the poor guy close enough to get a good taste of your lens as it whacked him in the nose and mouth.

“What the hell, ow!”

You flinched and basically tossed your camera, resulting in it literally sucker punching the poor guy again before it landed securely against your chest.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” One hand was clutching his nose and the other his left eye as he groaned in pain. That lens was no joke so you could imagine how bad it hurt. He sniffled and raised his head back up and that’s when you noticed some red beginning to seep through his fingers.

Queue you freaking out.

Your eyes were like saucers as they scanned the area before landing on the food table and seeing the napkins. Your fingers grabbed a hold of his white shirt and tugged him behind you, not caring about the other people that fell victim to your camera jamming into their backs and stomachs.

The blood had began to drip down his hand and he let out another groan when it landed on his shirt, “Fuck…wow, I’m really sorry.” You refused to make eye contact as you grabbed a handful of napkins and opened a bottle of water to wet them a bit.

His head was tilted back when you decided to finally look at him so you reached up and grabbed his hair, tugging him back down, “Do you want to choke on your own blood? Don’t do that!”

He gave you a small glare, taking the napkins from your hand and pressing them against his bloody nose, “I wouldn’t be bleeding if it wasn’t for you.” Oh, he was upset. Anyone would be, he came to a freshman mixer, maybe expecting to meet a few cute girls or guys and instead he sees Taehyung’s dick and gets a beat down from a Canon. Not exactly a perfect day.

He winced every time he rubbed the blood away, reaching over to grab more napkins after a while to make sure he got it all off.

“I-Is it broken?” You quietly asked him, chewing on your lip as you saw him touch it to really assess the damage.

“No…I don’t think so.” You let out a sigh of relief, your hand coming up to rub down your face, “It’s probably bruised and I think my eyes fine. My shirt though, that’s probably ruined.”

His fingers picked at one of the splotches of blood on his shirt as your reached into your purse and brought out your wallet. You pulled out a twenty and handed it over to him, “I’m sorry, here.”

The bill stayed in your hands as he looked at it and then you with wide eyes, “No, it’s okay. It’s a basic shirt–”

“Please just take it, it’ll make me feel better.”

After a few moments of dreadful silence, he finally plucked it out of your hands and folded it up, only to reach back over and shove it right into your purse again. His fingers came back up to gently touch around his nose and eye, letting out a sigh as he dropped them and shoved his hands into his pockets, “It’s fine, no one lost any limbs. By the way, sorry for sounding like a douche. You hitting me was an accident, I overreacted.”

Was this the twilight zone?

You pursed your lips and tilted your head like a lost puppy, “Why are you apol–”

“Y/N!”

The both of you turned at the sound and you spotted Jimin and Yoongi waving you over as they walked towards the dorms. They were gonna go see if Tae managed to make it in.

“Sorry, I have to–um–it was nice to meet you…”

“Jungkook.”

You clapped your hands and nodded as you walked backwards, “Right, Jungkook. Sorry for beating you. Have a good first year in college!” You shot him a thumbs up before awkwardly turning around and running towards your friends.

Way to go, not even 4 hours into the new semester and you already managed to make someone bleed. At least the poor guys day could only go up from here.

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