#light gay af until his last breath

[hebescus]

happy anniversary to whatever the fuck this is

#light gay af until his last breath #we stan #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight

[licenselesswriter]

Ten Duel Commandments CH5

Duel Before The Sun is in the Sky

Friday, January 24, 2020

Maya wasn't the one who always remember the dates of important things, and even with her particular situation, she knew that he knew that today was their one-year anniversary. And that's why her relaxed posture gave one peaceful message, but her eyes wanted to kill him.

Lucas looks at his teammate, feeling for a second that he was in danger, "Sorry, Alex, but today, I have a date," he suddenly confesses.

Zay, surprised, looks at Maya, who was dumbfounded just like him.

Alex looks at him with a sincere smile, "Ohhh, Friar is back in the game? Good for you," he congratulates him, "Sadly, you're gonna make a lot of people mad at you," he adds.

Lucas looks at Alex, "Really? Why?" he asks.

"Well, we kinda bet on your sex, and dating life," he confesses.

Lucas gives Alex a disappointed look, "That's fantastic, do I want to know more?" he asks.

"Well, I'm, after all the mess you went with blondie there and her brunette friend, still have ten bucks on Missy, and thirty on Chai," he adds, "So please, tell me you're making me richer," he adds.

Lucas looks at him, confused, "I'm sorry, still?" he asks.

"Yeah, the pool says that you're gonna end with Brandon," Alex answers.

"Beg your pardon? Brandon?" Zay interferes.

"He's a line back runner," Alex explains, "Also good grades, and looks like Friar here love smart partners," he adds.

"He's right about that," Lucas says to Zay before giving Maya a fast glance.

"Excuse you," Zay says at him, "I'm Lucas's best friend. I've known him the longest. He got kicked out of school in Texas for me," he adds before facing Lucas, "My friend, if I wanted, I would rock your fucking world," he states, looking at his best friend directly into his eyes.

"Could you be any gayer?" Lucas asks his best friend.

"For God's sake, stop Chandlering me," Zay replies.

Alex looks at both of them, "You might not be gay, but you two are a married couple," he adds, "Ok, now, Friar, tell us who is the pretty lady joining you tonight," he continues.

"Relax, I'm going out with my Mom. She needs a few things from Bartlett yarns," Lucas lies.

Zay looks at him, "Oh, so in the end, you are gay," he teases him.

"Whatever you say, understudy," Lucas replies, mocking that he took the leading role in the school play last year.

"Asshole," Zay replies.

Alex put his hand on Lucas's shoulder, giving him a pity look, "See? Married couple," he says. 

After their conversation, the bell rings, and they all part ways, Isadora and Maya to History, Lucas and Zay to Spanish.

Once the boys where in the classroom, Zay finally asks, "Were you serious about going out with your mom today?" he asks

"Señor Babineaux, por favor, estamos en clase de español, asi que use español para sus conversaciones con el señor Friar (Mr. Babineaux, please, we're in Spanish class, so, use spanish for your chats with Mr. Friar,)" Señora Feinstein-Chang said to her student. 

"La señora Feinstein-Chang tiene razon mi amigo, estamos en clase de español, usa español por favor (Mrs. Feinstein-Chang is right my friend, we're in Spanish class, use Spanish please,)" Lucas comments on his teacher's words.

Zay looks at Lucas, unamused, "Hijo de (Son of,)" he wanted to say, only to be cut by the teacher.

"Señor Babineaux, si termina esa oracion, tendra un mes de detencion (Mr. Babineaux, if you finish that sentence, you will have one month of detention,)" she treats him.

Zay looks at Lucas, confused.

Lucas smiles, "One-month detention if you finish that sentence," he translates for him.

Zay looks to the ground, "Tu as de la chance que ce soit un cours d'espagnol (You're lucky this is a Spanish course,)" he mutters to Lucas in french.

Lucas chuckles until he felt the glare Mrs. Feinstein-Chang was giving them.

Once their classes ended, Maya walked into Topanga's for the first time since her fight with Riley five months ago, and once she saw her friends there, a pinch of pain and sorrow pierce her heart. Since Farkle's break-up with Isadora, Maya has been refraining herself from putting a foot in places where they are both alone, not because they don't want her with them, but because of the shame she felt for putting Isadora before Farkle.

But this time was different. This time, they call her, they reach first, which was a first for them. Maya looks at Topanga on the counter and gentle waves to her before walking to their friends. Once she was in front of them, she breaks their silence, "Mind if I use this spot?" she asks them.

Riley looks at her like she was a saint, "Please," she softly says.

Maya sits in front of them before looking at Farkle, "How bad are you handling things?" she asks.

Farkle looks at her like he was dead, "How you know I'm handling things bad?" he asks in a depressive tone.

"You were almost at my level of boredom in science. That speaks volumes," Maya answers.

"I've had better days," Farkle softly says, "No idea a break-up can be this messy, and it's only been a month," he adds.

Maya gently put her hand over his friend's hand, "Life is messy, and even when you feel bad right now, take it as new knowledge," she says, trying to comfort him.

Farkle looks back at her, "I doubt I can get anything from this," he replies.

Maya gives him a compassionate look, "At least you get the truth about you," she says, almost letting him know what she knows.

Surprised, Farkle feels the blood rush to his face, "That doesn't make me feel good at all," he replies, looking to the side, avoiding Maya's eyes.

Maya gently put her hand over Farkle's hand and caress it, giving him support, "Trust me, one day, it will," she says.

Riley looks at Maya with a soft smile, "Is that what you learned from my uncle?" she asks.

Maya chuckles, "In a way," she answers.

"Can't wait for you to become my aunt," Riley says, caressing Maya's hand.

Maya takes a deep breath and chuckles again, "We both know that's not gonna happen," she says, "But I like your enthusiasm," Maya adds.

Farkle looks at Riley, like doing some strange math in his head, "Wait, you're seeing someone?" he asks.

Riley immediately turns her head to Farkle, "Come on. She would never hide something like that from us," Riley fastly defends Maya.

Maya felt her stomach drops while her friends debate about her personal life, "Please, if I wanted to hide something, I could, perfectly," she nervously says.

Riley chuckles, "Yeah, maybe for a week, but that's not much," she replies.

Maya looks down, controlling her nerves, "I think I would be able to hide it a bit more than a week," she softly says.

"One month of homework says you can't hide it more than three months," Farkle bets.

Maya looks away from them, 'Boy, how wrong you are now,' she thinks to herself.

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A few hours later, Maya walks into her apartment, only to find candles and the table already on, "Mom? I'm interrupting something?" she asks, hearing music from the kitchen.

Lucas walks out of her kitchen swaying to the rhythm of the music, "You don't have to say you love me, you don't have to say nothing, you don't have to say you're mine," he sings to Maya alongside the song on the background, "Sorry, not your Mom, different shade of blonde," he adds, before walking back into the kitchen.

"Shouldn't you be with your mom?" Maya asks.

Lucas comes back, this time with a rose on his hand, "Now you know Lucas Friar can lie like a pro," he answers before putting a soft kiss on her lips, "Also, you really thought I would forget our one-year anniversary?" he asks.

Maya looks at him, surprised, "Not gonna lie, you did one hell of a job with that lie, Friar," she says, gently passing her hands around his hips.

"Trust me. I would never forget the day you finally let me kiss you," Lucas replies, gently giving her the rose before kissing her again.

"What can I say? An elaborate lie, candlelight dinner, a rose, and a Harry Styles song, you bring your A-game today," she teases him before put a soft kiss on his lips.

Lucas holds Maya from her waist and looks directly into her eyes, "Want to guess what I made fr dinner?" he asks.

"I don't need to, my nose told me," she replies, gently caressing his waist with her fingers, "I love when you talk lasagna to me," she adds.

Lucas smiles at her, "I love you," he says to Maya.

Maya smiles back at him, "I love you too," she replies, "Now, lasagna, please," she adds.

Lucas chuckles, "At your service," he says before moving a few feet from her and walk into the kitchen.

Once they finish dinner, Lucas takes Maya to the couch, "Ok, you stay there, cozy and hot as usual, I'll be back in a minute," he says before running to the kitchen.

"Bring me Cheetos, please," she asks him.

"Check my bag next to the couch," he shouts from the kitchen.

Maya takes his bag, only to find a bag of Cheetos, a few cans of her favorite apple soda, and a DVD, "For real? you got me Cheetos, LaCroix Apple, and a movie? Now I feel bad because I only got you lingerie," she shouts back.

Lucas walks back with two cups of hot cocoa, "You mean lingerie for you to show off on me or lingerie for me?" he asks, hoping for the first option.

"Lingerie for me to show off, but now that you say it, I might get you Lingerie too. I bet you're going to look sexy AF with some," she teases him.

"Please, no," Lucas replies, giving her one of the cups, "You look good on that, not me. I look good on jeans," he adds.

"Also without them," Maya comments.

"Awww, you love me," Lucas says before sitting next to her.

"I do, now, movie," she says, poking his cheek.

Lucas takes the DVD from the case, "I know you think I got myself boyfriend points with the lasagna, but I'm gonna get more for this," he says before putting the DVD on the DVD player. The TV goes black, while Lucas turns off the lights before coming back to Maya.

"Is this 'Don't look behind you'?" Maya asks.

Lucas kisses her forehead, "Yeah, and after this, 'Held for Ranson'," he answers.

"I guess someone is gonna have a busy night tonight," Maya flirts with him.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Lucas slowly wakes up, and as soon as his eyes open, they land on Maya painting a few feet away from him, making him smile, "You know, a man can get used to waking up to this view," he says, enjoying the lack of clothes his secret girlfriend was wearing.

Maya keeps painting without looking at him, "Yeah? Well, a woman can get used to sleeping next to you, even with your snores," she replies.

"I don't snore," Lucas defends himself getting up from her bed before gently hugging her from behind.

"Yeah, you do," she continues, feeling his warmth.

"You're mean to me," Lucas says, kissing her shoulder, "Should I make breakfast?" he asks.

Maya stays silent for a few seconds, "You know, I was thinking," she starts.

"That's new," Lucas teases her.

Maya hits him with her brush, painting his face, "As I was saying, I was thinking," she resumes, "Maybe we can go out for breakfast," she adds.

"Why? I mean, not against that, but people might see us," he questions her.

Maya smiles, still facing her canvas, "So?" she asks before turning to look at him, "Would that be so bad?" she asks.

"Are you for real?" Lucas asks, half happy, half surprised.

"Yeah, I mean, secret or not, you're still my boyfriend of one year who gives me a nice anniversary dinner," she answers, "You earn that," she adds.

Surprised, Lucas looks at her with a massive smile on his face, "I'm still dreaming?" he asks, making her laugh.

"You want me to take my offer back?" she asks back.

"Ohhh, and offer and a teasing in one morning, girl, you know how to push my buttons," Lucas replies before kissing her lips, "Where you want to have breakfast?" he asks.

"I have a place," she answers before turning to Lucas, kissing his lips, "But first," she says before gently push him into her bed.

"God, I love Saturdays," Lucas says with a smile.

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Around an hour and a half later, Maya and Lucas walk into the Nighthawk Diner.

"Ok, still feels like home," Maya says.

"You're so cute when you remember things like that," Lucas comments before putting a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm always cute," Maya replies, softly punching his arm, "Let's get a table," she adds, pulling him by his hand.

"Maya!" They both heard as soon as they sit.

"Maddie!" Maya says, hugging the waitress that called her.

"How is my favorite teen doing?" she asks before landing eyes on Lucas, "Oh? And this gentleman is?" she asks.

Lucas looks at her, "Lucas Friar," he introduces himself before looking at Maya, "I'm her friend," he says.

"Friend?" Maddie asks Maya.

"Boyfriend," Maya corrects her, making Lucas smile.

"The Texas boy?" she asks.

"Yeah," Maya answers.

"I'm so happy for you, Maya," Maddie says, caressing Maya's shoulder in approval, "Great to meet you, Lucas. You can't go wrong with her," she adds. 

Lucas looks at Maya, "I know," he replies.

Maddie looks the way Lucas looks at Maya, wishing to have someone that looks at her the way Lucas looks at Maya, "Full breakfast?" she asks Maya.

"You know me so well," Maya replies, watching her Mother's former coworker leave them with a smile.

"I'm gonna put aside the fact that you called me boyfriend to ask, 'the Texas boy?'" Lucas asks, trying to mask his happiness for being called her boyfriend in public.

"Let's say that thanks to my Mother, everyone knows who you are here," Maya replies.

"Have I ever mention how much I like your Mom?" he asks, making Maya chuckle.

"A few times," Maya says.

Lucas chuckles, "You know, I wonder if your Mom was able to tell how I was feeling for you way before me?" he asks.

Maya smiles at him, "Who knows?" she replies, keeping to herself all the nights her Mother warn her that he looks at her in the same way Shawn looked at her when they marry.

A few minutes later, Maddie came back with two sets of eggs, bacon, orange juice, coffee, and pancakes, "Two sets of full breakfast, syrup for the gentleman, and for my favorite teen, whipped cream too," she says, putting everything on the table.

"Can I?" Lucas asks, trying to get some of her whipped cream.

"That depends on how much you value our private time together," Maya answers.

Lucas gives her an offended look, "Are you seriously holding sex for whipped cream?" he asks.

"You would be surprised about how many foods I would hold sex for," she replies.

"I'm dating the sin of gluttony," he teases her.

Maya smiles and puts the whole cream over her pancakes, "You're damn right, Huckleberry," she says before start eating. 

After one good and nutritious breakfast, they keep enjoying each other's company until Lucas was the first to get up, "If you excuse me, this has been way too much coffee," he says before walking to the bathroom.

"You're a pig," Maya comments.

Lucas blows her a kiss, "Your pig," he replies before disappearing into the corridor.

As if it was the most normal thing, Maya takes advantage of Lucas being out to steal his bacon, "You go, you lose," she says.

After five minutes of her stealing Lucas's breakfast, Maya heard a voice that she would recognize anywhere, "Maya?" she listened to her back.

Maya turns over, and there he was, Josh Matthews, "Josh?" she says.

"In the flesh," he replies with a smile before sitting on Lucas's seat, "Having breakfast with my niece?" he asks, taking off his sunglasses.

Maya blurt a chuckle, nervous, "Nope," she replies, "What you're doing here?" she asks.

"Hangover breakfast," he answers, "So, who's breakfast I'm eating?" he asks, taking one of the bacon strips on the plate.

Maya felt her stomach drop when she saw Lucas behind Josh, "That would be mine," he says.

"Howdy?" Josh says, confused.

"Hello," Lucas says.

Josh moves to the side, and Lucas takes his rightful place, "I'm gonna guess you only take one strip of bacon," Lucas says, looking at Maya.

"Guilty," Josh confesses. Maddie walks to them, and as soon as she was close enough, Josh smiles at her, "Hello Mads," he greets her.

"Joshy," Maddie replies, "Hangover breakfast?" she asks.

"Mads, you need to know that I love you to the moon and back," Josh says, thanking her.

"You're lucky my husband likes you," Maddie replies, making him laugh.

"Tell Oliver, I love him too. I don't want him to spit on my milkshake," he jokes.

"Please, we have ethics," Maddie replies walking from the table.

Josh smiles before focusing on Lucas and Maya again, "So, breakfast problem fixed," he states, "Did you went to a party that you're having breakfast together?" he asks.

Lucas looks at Maya and felt his stomach drop, he knew she would make something up, and he knew it wasn't for Josh, but Riley, but he still didn't like it.

Maya felt Lucas eyes on her and smiles at him, "Actually, we're having an anniversary breakfast," she confesses.

Surprised, Lucas looks at her, "Are you sure?" he asks, completely ignoring Josh's expression.

"Wait, so, my niece finally got over Howdy?" Josh asks.

Maya and Lucas look at each other in silence, only to face Josh's surprised expression.

"Wait, she doesn't know?" he asks.

"Yet," Lucas fastly says.

Josh looks at Maya with a disappointed look, "Man, that's fucked up," he says.

"We know," Maya says.

Maddie finally brings Josh's breakfast, "I need something to process that," he says and starts devouring his french fries.

Maya and Lucas let him eat in silence, and once his fries we're done, he looks at his burger, "Please tell me this is new," he says, taking a sip of his milkshake.

Lucas looks at Maya, worried.

"A year," Maya answers.

"What?!" Josh exclaims.

"We've been secretly dating a year," Maya confirms.

Lucas takes her hand and softly caress it, "I know this might be much, but can you please let us handle it?" he asks him.

Josh looks at Lucas and grabs his milkshake, "You, me, outside, now," he says.

Maya grabs Lucas hand, and he gives her a tranquilizing look, "Don't worry, it will be fine,"

Once they were outside, Josh takes Lucas aside where Maya wasn't able to hear them, "Ok, I have a few questions, so if I think you don't answer truthfully, I will tell my niece, do we have a deal?" he asks.

"Not like I have an option, so, deal," Lucas agrees.

"When you discover that you were in love with her?" Josh starts.

"Easy," Lucas says, "It was the day she went with Riley looking for herself and came back showered in purple paint," he answers.

"The day the triangle started?" Josh asks.

"Kinda," Lucas replies, "Trust me, I picked Maya that day, but she turns me down for Riley's well being," he adds.

"Wait, you went on the whole triangle thing because of her?" Josh asks.

"Yeah," Lucas replies, resting his back against the wall.

"Man, that's fucked up," Josh states.

"I know," Lucas comments.

"Let's go back inside," Josh says.

As soon as they come back, they notice how the rest of Lucas's bacon was gone.

"Don't judge me, stress eating," Maya defends herself.

Josh sits in front of his burger and takes a bite, then wash it with a bit of his milkshake, "You need to tell her, soon," he warns Maya, "Also, I'm gonna pretend this breakfast never happened," he adds, before looking at Lucas, "The chat we had outside, didn't happen," he then turns at Maya, "The fact that you are a couple now? I don't know anything about it," he continues, "Do we have a deal?" he asks.

Lucas and Maya look at each other, and Maya finally answers, "We do," she says.

(I don’t like Josh, but this time, i’m not gonna make him the bad guy)

#Lucaya #Lucas x Maya #Lucaya Fanfic #GMW Fanfic #Ten Duel Commandments

[camp-half-mess]

My jolly sailor bold

I was talking with mod David and we just drifted in AU territory (this frightening land we keep turning into angst) and we talked about Danae as a merfolk/mermaid and Elvaid a sailor, strictly for the aesthetic of an underwater kiss.

Now, anyone that knows me also knows that I love to write. So... I wrote something. Sad. Blame it on him.

So... enjoy the sad fest of this AU with Elvaid as a mariner and Danae as a mermaid yalls

-A

Under the cut because long af

Also? The song I used as an inspo and added in???

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“Dad… what’s a mermaid?” “A mermaid?” “Yes, a mermaid.” “Well… A mermaid is like… a very pretty sea lady.” “A very pretty sea lady?” “Yes, with a fish tail and gills. They live underwater, in the deepest depths of the ocean. They have the most beautiful singing voice you could imagine.” “Better than Mama’s?” “Even better than hers…A mermaid’s voice is just… magical… Just like their kiss.” “Their kiss?” “Yeah, according to legends, they can make you breath underwater… They say the sailors that kissed mermaids went deep undersea with them and never came back.” “Dad...” “Yes Elvaid?” “Did you ever see one?” “No, but sometimes I could swear I almost did.” “... One day, I’ll see a mermaid and kiss her... ... ... ... One day…”

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Upon one summer’s morning

The sky, darkened by clouds, thundering high above their heads. The waves, immense, gigantic, violently crashing on the deck. The captain, shouting angrily, barking orders to his crewmen as they were running around, attempting to ready the ship for the incoming storm.

I carefully did stray

“Ro’Leah! Pull the fishnet up! Quick!”

And the young sailor pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled the strangely heavy net outside of the water and up on the deck. It seemed to him as if the trawl was fighting back, resisting his pulling up. Was it because of the increasingly violent waves pushing the ship around as if it was nothing more than an empty shell or because of the few fishes they had captured in the few hours since they had put the net in the water?

Down by the Walls of Wapping

As he kept pulling the net up, Elvaid could have sworn he heard a woman scream helplessly in the middle of the hubbub caused by the storm preparations. After what seemed like agonising seconds to his burning arms, pained from all the pulling, he finally hauled the net on the ship for good, emptying it’s content on the deck, fishes flapping helplessly as they started suffocating.

But there was something bigger, heavier.

Flailing around in panic, in the middle of the fish pile, a young fish-tailed woman was giving frightened glances around her, attempting to jump back in the water.

Where I met my sailor gay

“C-CAPT’N! CAPT’N THERE’S-” “THERE’S WHAT, RO’LEAH?!” “A-”

Elvaid couldn’t finish his sentence, her terrified sea green eyes had locked with his, killing every sound he could have make before it even left his throat. In that moment, the sailor knew, he just knew he had fallen in love.

As the entranced young man took a step towards the bewitching creature, one of his crewmates pulled him back as the other’s threw another net on her, trapping her on the deck. She hissed and trashed around, baring her sharp teeth as she tried to defend herself to no avail. One of the mariners kicked her face before she got to sing, effectively knocking her out in a last scream that shook Elvaid to his very core.

As soon as she had collapsed, the captain ordered him to carry her below decks and as he lifted her unconscious form, the Scot felt a tear roll down his cheek.

Conversing with a young lass

“Oi, you need to eat somethin’...” he pushed the dish towards her chained form.

Eyeing him silently, she pushed it back for the umpteenth time since he had first brought it to her. In between her refusals to drink, be bathed or eat, the mermaid was slowly withering away; perhaps it was because the captain had stated he wished to sell her away?

Who seem’d to be in pain

“Com’ on… you’re goin’ to die if ya don’t…”

The mermaid looked away, “doesn’t matter.”

Elvaid’s eyes lit up.

“So you actually can talk!”

The mermaid glared at him, quieting down again.

“... You know, you’re voice is really pre’ty.”

No reply.

“When I was a kid, my dad used to tel’ me sto’ies about mermaids.”

No reply.

Saying, Elvaid, when you go

The girl was eyeing him with some sort of curiosity, her painfully dry tail glistening in the lamp’s light. She tilted her head, observing his every moves.

“He said that mermaid’s voices were the pre’tiest… He didn’t lie.” “You do know I could kill you with it, right?” “If it means I could hear you sing, I wouldn’t min’.” “... You’re weird…” “Actually, Elvaid’s my name,” he grinned, pushing the dish to her again, “but you can call me wei’d all you want.”

I fear you’ll ne’er return again

“... Danae.” She mumbled, finally taking the dish.

His grin widened. “Tis a pleasure.”

And from that moment on, Elvaid was tasked with keeping Danae alive, feeding her, bathing her, keeping her company when no one else would dare to, and for him, and him only, she’d sing each night. And for him and him only, she’d chase his worse nightmares away, granting him a peaceful sleep for the first time in forever.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

“Angelfiiiiiish…” he whined, “how’s it to live und’r wat’r?” “Mmm… boring. Most of it is actually really empty.” She gently stroke his hair as he set his head on her laps. “Will you take me there one day?” “Pff… you wish.” “I do…. b’c’use that’ll mean I get to kiss you.”

I disdain all glittering gold

“We’ll be in port in two days, we’ll finally be able to see the creature. Get her ready.” “...”

There is nothing can console me

“N-No! They’re going to kill me!” She sobbed, curling up on the floor.

Elvaid extended a hand to grip her shoulder but all she did was hiss, pushing herself away from him.

“I-I’m sorry…”

But my jolly sailor bold

Elvaid entered her room in the middle of the night, quickly unchaining her using the key he had stolen. Danae gave him a confused look.

“I’m gettin’ you out.” “They’re going to kill you.” “Don’t care.”

He gently lifted the mermaid from the floor, hauling her up. “Let’s go.”

His hair it hangs in ringlets

The small boat was silent as he rowed them away to a safer place for her to leave.

“Here. We should be far ‘nough.” “...”

Danae didn’t move, looking at him with a mix of worry and sadness. He pushed a strand of her dark hair away.

“Com’ on Angelfish… You gotta go…”

His eyes as green as jade

“They’re going to kill you…” she repeated, tearing up. “I’ll be alrigh’... don’t worry.”

She shifted closer to him, pressing her forehead against him.

My happiness attend him

“No-”

Before she objected more, Elvaid pressed his lips against her, using this as a distraction to push her down in the water.

Wherever he may go

“Tha gaol agam ort.”

From Tower Hill to Blackwall

They found him drifting away the next day.

Beated him up. Chained him up. Locked him in the depths of the ship. Deprived him of light. Of water. Of food.

I’ll wander, weep and moan

Each night, he curled himself on the cell’s floor, crying softly, trying to sing himself to sleep, only to wake up, tortured by nightmares, calling her name. And the following day, they beated him until he fainted, pulled his nails out one by one, whipped him to unconsciousness, broke all of his bones, burnt him, blinded him.

But each time, instead of screaming, he would utter the same song she used to sing him.

All for my jolly sailor

“Ballast him and throw him over. He’s useless.”

Until he sails home

Elvaid didn’t react when his captain gave his final verdict. They grabbed him by his broken arms, owning a wince from him, before dragging him outside on the first deck.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid.”

They tied him up.

“I disdain all glitterin’ gold.”

They filled nets with rocks.

“There is nothin’ can console me.”

They tied the nets to his ankles.

“But my jolly mermaid bold.”

He sank like a rock.

Water filled his lungs, burning its way down, killing him from the inside.

Elvaid could feel life slowly leave his body as he sank deeper and deeper in the cold, darkened waters.

A form approached him.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

Someone untied him.

I disdain all glitterin’ gold

He kept sinking.

There is nothin’ can console me

She pressed her warm lips against his.

Elvaid took a breath of water.

But my jolly sailor bold

#writing #a writes #au #au writing #mermaid au #pirate au #danae #danae jackson #elvaid #elvaid ro'leah #mermaid #sailor #love #angst #sad #tbh i might or might not have cried #oc #oc writing #a

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Sawney - Part 40

Chapter Masterlist

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Warnings: nothing to bad. Just some gore.

Anywho, yesterday I sat down and wrote the final chapter to this fic. I’m super excited for you all to see the final product, and I had a blast writing it. It’s bittersweet af so make sure u have tissues, bc we’re not far away from the end.

“We’ll stop here for the night,” Desa’s mother huffed. She peered into the back of the abandoned tractor trailer.

Their clothes were tattered, bodies drenched in sweat and blood. Jack clung to Desa as if she were his lifeline, body gaunt, at the beginning stages of starvation. Beans and raw rabbit meat were the only things churning in their stomachs.

A car roared down the road. Bullets flew. One struck her mother in the back and she fell. Their attackers hooted and hollered when they saw the straggling family, fresh meat, more people to take advantage of—

“Run!” Desa’s mother shrieked, blood pooling in her mouth. “Run!”

Desa grabbed Jack’s arm and ran.

“Momma!”

“Momma! Momma no! Momma!”

The screams tore their way through Desa’s throat. She lay in the bed alone, thrashing, shrieking.

“I want my momma,” she sobbed. “I want my momma.”

She’s dead.

You can’t have her.

“When was your last menstrual cycle?” Carson asked nonchalantly. When Desa didn’t reply, he lifted his head and said, exasperated, “I just need to know for reference. You came in here for a check-up, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I don’t expect you to. That’s what I’m for,” Carson knelt, poking and prodding at Desa’s crude stitches. Sucking on his teeth, he murmured, “Whoever did these was obviously not a doctor.”

“Do you have pregnancy tests around?”

“Yes,” Carson raised his eyebrows. “You think you’re pregnant?”

“I haven’t had my period in a while. I can usually feel it before it happens but…so much has happened.”

“Are you and Negan trying for a baby?”

“You’re being awfully nosy today, Emmett.”

Carson rolled his eyes, slapping on fresh gauze. He gestured for Desa to remain sitting, disappearing into the back room and returning with a two pregnancy tests. “I only ask because we don’t have the resources to deliver a baby here. We might get them, but the Hilltop has all of the good stuff. The high tech equipment. Unless you want to give birth naturally—”

“Not a fan.”

“The world is painful enough,” Carson shook his head, and Desa took the tests. “And before you try those out, just know, nothing is wrong with you. It’s all in your head. I’m not a therapist. I deal with what’s on the outside, not what’s on the inside. The only thing I can tell you is that you and Negan both need to take it easy.”

“If I’m pregnant, you’d better have better advice than that,” Desa smirked, hopping from the table. She heard Carson mumble to himself before she shut the bathroom door, flicking on the light and staring at herself in the mirror.

Test 1: Positive.

Desa let out a sigh.

Test 2: Positive.

“I’m going to kill Negan,” she murmured. She bounced on her heels, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against the countertop. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

When Negan returned, he was filthy — covered from head to toe in blood that was not his own. The moment Desa met him in the courtyard, he extended his arms and crowed, “Want a hug?”

“Go bathe first,” Desa turned away as the smell assaulted her nostrils. The rest of his men followed behind, hopping from the trucks. They, too, were bruised and battered from the redirect efforts. Negan was the only one who seemed relatively chipper. Desa added, “Did the biters give you trouble?”

“One fell on top of me—”

Desa rushed forward, already examining his body for bites as her heart sunk.

“But Skinny Joey knocked that fuckers head off before it could take a bite out of me,” Negan reassured her. “Hence the fucking blood.”

“I’m glad you came back alive.”

Negan stared. Then, he said, “You have that weird fucking look on your face. The one where you look like you’re going to say something, but you’re thinking way to fucking hard about it.”

“I have something on my mind,” Desa shrugged, ducking her head. She gestured towards the building, sighing and saying, “Go shower. Then we can talk—”

“We can talk here—”

“Shower, Negan,” Desa said firmly. She laughed at his dumfounded expression, watching as the gears turned in his brain, and it clicked.

“Oh. Oh,” almost giddily, Negan grabbed Lucille and pranced inside. Desa watched him go, a hand slapped over her mouth. Arat approached, eyebrows raised as she adjusted the bag she carried over her shoulder.

“What’s got him so excited?”

“…Nothing.”

“You’re hiding something,” Arat nudged her in the shoulder, and Desa laughed. Her hands absently travelled to her stomach, a subtle indication that Arat picked up on almost immediately.

“No,” Arat’s mouth dropped open, lips curling into a smile. “No way!”

“I took the tests a few hours ago,” Desa admitted. “I don’t feel any different. I just…I have a feeling. A good feeling.”

“I’m glad you’re back,” Desa inhaled, face pressed against the crook of Negan’s neck as he held her, his skin warm and smelling of fresh, fruity soap. The pad of his thumb stroked Desa’s bare shoulder.

“Missed you,” Negan mumbled. “Fucking asshole biters gave us a run for our fucking money. Dealing with that shit is a pain.”

“Well, I have something to tell you,” Desa pulled away, lips curling upwards into a smile. Negan tilted his head to the side, but said nothing, watching curiously as Desa reached out and grasped his hand, positioning his palm so that it lay flat against her stomach.

His eyes widened.

“No fuckin’ way.”

Desa smiled wider, cheeks flushed as she giggled and said, “Yeah. You’re going to be a dad.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Negan repeated, shaking his head before burying his face against Desa’s shoulder. She laughed, stroking his hair as he made a noise in the back of his throat that Desa recognized as a stifled sob. When he lifted his head, he cradled Desa’s face between his palms and said softly, “I want you to fucking marry me. Be my wife. My only wife. My actual fucking wife.”

“Of course I’ll marry you. I already kind of thought we were married,” Desa gave a mirthful laugh. “I love you.”

“I know just the fucking person to marry us. You know that priest that I told you about? Who helped save my ass? I mean, we don’t have to do this shit now. We can always fucking wait until after the baby comes—”

“Negan,” Desa raised a finger to his lips. She pulled it away as he fell silent, leaning over and kissing him before saying softly, “We have time. No need to rush.”

“Right. You’re right. Shit. I’m just eager,” Negan shook his head, wrapping his arms once more about Desa. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a fucking dad…I can’t fucking believe it—”

“Did you and Lucille have children?”

Negan fell silent. Fearing that she’d upset him, Desa placed a hand on his shoulder. Before she could speak, he answered. “No,” he said. “I…I was a fucking teacher before all this shit. I dealt with kid enough. We’d talked about it, when we first got married…maybe eventually we would have tried.”

“You were a teacher?” Desa smiled, and Negan nodded. She couldn’t imagine him willingly running around with kids, certainly not with the mouth he had on him.

As if reading Desa’s thoughts, Negan added, “I got in trouble a whole fucking lot for my mouth. I didn’t give a shit though. I guarantee you those fuckers heard that shit at home, anyway. Or with each other.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Desa chuckled, flopping onto the back, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. She felt the bed dip beside her, and then Negan’s warm breath against the side of her face.

Then, in the most un-romantic manner, he said, “Can you fuck while you’re pregnant?”

“I’m barely pregnant. I think we’ll be okay,” Desa rolled over, staring into his dark eyes. “But I am tired. So, so tired.”

“You’ve barely had any fucking rest,” Negan cradled her in his arms, chuckling. Lowering his voice, he said, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing you don’t know about.”

“That’s broad as fuck. C’mon, now,” Negan gave her a squeeze. “Is is some shit that I said or did?”

“No, of course not.”

Desa didn’t know if she had the heart to tell Negan her true thoughts, out of fear that she’d worry him. Then again, he could read her like an open book now. He was so attune to her emotions that trying to hide it would cause even more strain than it was worth.

“Alpha tried so hard to pull me in,” Desa said softly. “She made me look at myself as if I were a monster. It felt terrible. So, so terrible. And she was right. I am a monster, and freak. But…we all are, right?” 

Desa turned to face Negan. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he pondered over her words, before saying, “Do you think that’s a bad thing?”

“I don’t know. But we’ve lost our humanity,” Desa replied. “All of us. This new world we’re trying to build…how do you come back from that? How do we fix that? How am I going to tell my child that I killed their uncle, and ate human flesh—”

“Hey, slow down,” Negan grasped her hand. “You’re thinking way ahead. That shit doesn’t matter right now. We just have to deal with the shit we have on our plate, first.”

“We can’t mend the things that are broken. The things that we broke during this whole war. Negan, I know…I know I’ve followed you since the beginning, and I’ll continue to do that until the very end. You’re my soulmate. But going forward, things need to change. The Saviors needs to change. We can’t go around bashing in heads, taking people as our slaves or burning faces.”

“I do all of that terrible shit to keep people safe,” Negans struggled with his words, looking conflicted more than ever. Desa squeezed his hand, prompting him to flash a small smile.

“We have to move past that. The burnings, the beating…every time, I think of him. We need a community based on trust, on family…Drake died because he cared so deeply about me, and about you…he believed in this place and what it could become.”

“He died because of me.”

Desa flinched. Drake’s death was the sorest of them all. She knew that his demise bothered Negan more than he’d ever let on.

“I should have left him here. He wasn’t a fucking fighter. He scavenged, and he ran. He shouldn’t have been driving that fucking car—”

“If not him, it would have been Laura or Arat or Gavin.”

“No,” Negan shook his head. “Laura, Arat and Gavin know how to fucking fight. They wouldn’t have gotten bit and fucking died. This is why I do what I fucking do, Desa. People are fucking weak. All of them. And they fucking die. Everyone I care about fucking dies, and I can’t stop it—”

“What if I die?”

“Don’t,” Negan’s voice dropped, and he raised a hand. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes, but he held them back. “Don’t say that. Please. Fucking please—”

“It’s going to happen. Even if I do live a long, fulfilled life, I’ll grow old. Sick. I’ll die eventually. We all do,” Desa pressed. “It’s a matter of when, not if. While we’re here we should do something meaningful. If it means laying down our life so that others — our child, their children — can prosper? So be it. That’s life, Negan. That’s being human. That’s what I want us, and this place, to be.”

“Okay. Okay,” Negan murmured. “No more talk about dying. I’ll make the change, I promise.”

“Just see how it goes,” Desa whispered, pressing her lips against Negan’s forehead. When she pulled away, she smiled and said, “We’re meeting Rick tomorrow to negotiate, remember?”

“I fucking remember. I’m not fucking excited about it,” Negan rolled his eyes.

“You’ll have me there. You’re not going alone.”

“Desa—”

“Right hand woman, remember?” Desa snuggled against his chest. “Besides, someone needs to be there to keep you from saying something stupid.”

#vizhi0nt #negans thirst squad

[je-suis-le-petit-lapin]

fic idea: sniper and spy being gay af in a zombie apocalypse

well, ok, i wasn’t gonna but then i had to and it turned from like a 300 word drabble to a 1500 word drabble so (sfw)

The invisi-watch didn’t really help him at all. Something about the zombies, they could smell Spy, smell his blood; once he got a cut on his finger and had to run for his life from a horde who always seemed to know where he was. 

But they still needed food, Sniper’s van was secure enough but supplies were always running low with the two of them constantly in there and occasional transients they picked up out in the desert, staggering and lonely and sometimes half-dead. Sniper’d picked up enough Outback first aid to be good in a pinch, so he was staying back taking care of their latest charge while Spy had to go out and find some sort of food stores, preferably something sealed so it wouldn’t be contaminated with the virus.

(They still weren’t even sure if it was a virus, but it seemed as plausible as anything in this newly-minted hellscape.)

The gas station was easy enough to break into, and Spy pushed a broken-down refrigerator case in front of the hole he made in the glass door to keep it relatively secure. He started scanning the scant aisles, picking over protein bars and a few slightly dented cans and making sure that their packaging was still intact before throwing them in the shoulder bag he’d brought with him. 

Two cans of cranberry sauce.

A bag of dried black beans.

Eight or nine Bonks; whoever was inside this gas station last decided they didn’t need energy, Spy mused.

Cans of pre-made chili.

A dead body crumpled over in the corner. Spy froze.

Keeping his distance, Spy glanced over the body for any signs of movement. If the body started to move, he’d have a few minutes before it was coordinated enough to attack. Still, he retreated closer to the door, ready to shove the barricade over and make a break for it if need be.

Grabbing some bottles of water and stuffing them in his bag, Spy kept his eyes fixed on the corpse.

Then the foot twitched, and Spy noticed red streaks dripping down from the heel.

Spy swore and lunged for the refrigerator case, starting to push it out of the way of the hole and staring at the corpse, noticing the tremor move up from the leg to the thigh, then the corpse’s pelvis was starting to shake.

Shit. Putain. Fuck. Spy’s eyes widened. He’d never seen a corpse re-animate this fast, especially not one that was bitten so far away from the heart. With his own heart pounding, he steeled his hands on the side of the case and pushed.

The crash as it slammed into the ground drew the zombie’s attention, and with a few shambling movements the zombie was on its feet, lurching towards the source of the noise. Spy ducked down to crawl through the hole, and grit his teeth when he saw that the fridge was still covering half of it 

The zombie was halfway to him already. He hauled his bag off his shoulder and gripped the straps as tight as he could, both hands. When the zombie got to be a few feet from him, Spy’s arms were shaking.

One more limping step and Spy swung the bag as hard as he could, with a scream for good measure. The bag clipped the zombie’s face and Spy watched as its nose twisted, then snapped off and fell to the ground.

The momentum of the bag was strong enough that Spy had to swing it around over himself just to avoid slamming it into his own back, and on the second pass he connected with the head full force, separating half of it from the zombie’s neck and causing it to spray blood.

Spy instinctively released the bag, sending it flying towards the wall, and brought his elbows up to protect his face from the mess. The zombie sank to its knees, then dropped completely, crimson red pooling out from its neck onto Spy’s shoes.

Once he was certain that the onslaught was over, he tore his shirt off over his head, dropping it onto the twitching zombie and running over to his bag. Praying his hands to steady long enough for him to clean himself off, he reached in and grabbed a can of Bonk, popping the top and pouring it over his shoes until the runoff stopped turning violet and stayed its own sickly blue.

A quick spot check couldn’t find any more splatter on him, so Spy sank to his knees, taking two breaths to gather himself and feeling for the strap of his food bag. He hauled the bag up and felt the last threads holding the strap together give.

The bag was big and heavy with food, too unwieldy for him to carry in his arms. Spy swore for what felt like the hundredth time in minutes and grabbed the sides, dragging it over to the door and shoving it through the hole.

“What the hell took you so long?” Sniper didn’t even bother moving, and Spy could just barely see his face buried in his hands, elbows propped on the table, in the dim evening light trickling in through the windows.

Spy hauled the bag up inside the van, picking up one can from where it spilled out and placing it down on the table. “The zombies are getting worse.”

Sniper snapped his head up and looked Spy over. “Were you attacked?”

Biting his lip, Spy nodded. 

Up like a shot, Sniper reached for his makeshift medical tools, but Spy grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “I didn’t get bitten. Took his head off with the bag.” He held up the broken strap as proof.

“Any blood on you?” 

“Rinsed it off.” 

Sniper yanked his wrist in and wrapped his arms around Spy the second the man hit his chest. Spy froze up, unused to much of any physical contact from the man. It wasn’t unwelcome, though; he’d been starved for touch for a while, spending his nights alternately on the tiny bed and the tinier couch in the van, wrapping his blanket and arms around himself and wishing it was someone else.

So he melted into the hug and let Sniper relax onto his shoulder for a few moments until he realized that Sniper was shaking. He pulled his hands out from the hug and lifted Sniper’s head, holding either side of his face. 

Sniper’s eyes were wet, so wet that Spy was surprised he hadn’t felt it on his shoulder, and his lips were quivering in time with his ragged breathing. Spy dropped his head and wrapped his arms back around Sniper twice as hard, using one hand to stroke down his back.

“I thought you… I thought…” Sniper mumbled, muffled by Spy’s neck.

Spy knew exactly what Sniper thought. He knew what visions must’ve been flying through his head before he heard the door open, images of Spy bleeding out on the road somewhere, of Spy being surrounded and taken down by a pack of zombies, possibly even of Spy’s corpse re-animating.

That last thought was the worst. Imagining your… your best friend dying had nothing on imagining him dying and then having to kill his corpse again. Spy was prepared to stand there and let Sniper hold onto him, let Sniper feel his warm, alive body for as long as he needed. 

He wasn’t prepared for Sniper to pull his head up and press his lips against Spy’s mouth, holding them there as his tears wet Spy’s cheeks. “I don’t think I could do this without you,” He murmured against Spy’s mouth.

Spy captured Sniper’s lips in his own, then pulled back and smiled. “You’ve been here without food all day.” Sniper’s stomach rumbled, as if to respond. 

“Do you got anything good in there?” Sniper tapped the bag with his foot.

Spy squat down to reach in, pulling out a can of Bonk.

“Mind tossin’ one of those over here?” Sniper’s patient called out from the van’s sofa, the first time Spy’d noticed he was there since he got back. Spy threw it to him and reached in for another can.

“We’re having cranberry sauce for dinner?” Sniper smiled.

“Or chili, it’s up to you.” 

“I dunno, I think we’re gonna be sharing the bed tonight.” Sniper turned to look at the boy on the couch. 

Spy stood up with the can of cranberry sauce.

it really should be obvious who the patient is, like really

#couldn't leave him out of a fic for once #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniper/spy #sniperspy #lapin's fic #Anonymous

[sweetnestor]

Story of Another Us | Week 8

university au, platonic af, now on ao3!

previous chapter | masterlist

Drowning beside you

“Wrote it down on the wall, she was screaming it out, Made it clear, she’s still here, are you listening now? Just a ghost in the halls, feeling empty, they’re vacant now…”

It was hard having to hear this song, much less sing it. But that was all I could do. It was one of the few songs that really captured exactly how I felt when it came to my relatives. I wasn’t singing it because I was going to post it on my channel, either. I was just trying to get out the bad feelings, but the more I sang it, the more I wanted to wallow.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad, when did this end? When did you lose your happiness? I’m here alone inside of this broken home…”

Sharing something so personal took its toll. I was crying on and off the days following when I uploaded that video. It felt like all these wounds had reopened and the bleeding would never stop. This was why I didn’t like talking about it. It just felt like all the pain was endless. I was thinking about how I felt when I was sixteen and suicidal, when I was twenty one and teetering on the edge. I could still feel my parents’ harsh words like it was yesterday. So I kept singing.

Externally, though, I tried to remain normal. I tweeted random crap, posted my MOTDs on Instagram, and played around with Snapchat filters like nothing was wrong. I still attended classes, usually after a small push from Mark or Jack. But everything felt weird. I felt incredibly vulnerable in front of them now. I mean, Mark knew about my family situation, but he didn’t know that I was suicidal for a period of time. Obviously, Jack didn’t know either, yet he was the first person I told. I wasn’t sure why that was.

A knock on my door interrupted my sad singing. Before I could even grant access, Jack walked in.

“You’ve had that song on repeat for a while,” he told me. “Are you sure you want to keep torturing yourself like this?”

I looked down at my keyboard and shrugged.

Jack approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “You need to get out of your room, okay? Can we do that?”

I nodded lightly and got up. He was easy to listen to. Despite how loud and vulgar he was on camera, he was very gentle when he needed to be.

“Good, now give me a hug,” he said, opening his arms.

I obliged and wrapped my arms around his middle. He really did give good hugs.

“You’re not there anymore, Bella,” he told me, rubbing my back. “You never have to be in that place again.”

God, he was going to make me cry again. I took a deep breath, choosing not to respond to his words.

“Let’s do something fun!” he suggested when we parted. “You wanna do your makeup?”

I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. That’s when you know something is wrong. Makeup was my happy place, and I didn’t even want anything to do with it in this state of mind.

“You wanna do my makeup?” he asked without missing a beat.

It sounded exhausting, having to pick up brushes, putting things on his face. Exhausting, but interesting. I had a somewhat thoughtful look on my face, and that was enough for Jack. He dragged me over to the bathroom and stood me in front of the counter where all my makeup was.

“Make me look beautiful! I want the cat eyes and the, the contour!” he said, sounding very much like his online self.

I gave a small smile, but wordlessly began to look through my products. I was opening up different palettes, looking through foundations, and picking out my cleanest brushes. I kept looking at Jack’s face, trying to imagine different eye looks on him.

“Your hair is green, but your eyes are blue,” I said in thought.

“Is that bad?” he asked in response.

“Some people might say it’ll make a lot of colors clash,” I told him. “But I’ll just use whatever the fuck I have.”

I grabbed an eyeshadow primer and one of my Too Faced palettes. I hadn’t done another person’s makeup since I stopped booking clients. I actually liked the feeling, It came almost naturally. I appreciated that Jack was letting me do this.

“Why do you always start with the eyes?” he asked as I sweeped neutral shades over his lids.

“It makes cleaning up fallout a lot easier,” I replied. “So you don’t ruin any foundation or concealer under your eyes.”

Speaking of, it was a challenge to find a perfect match for Jack. I was darker than him, so many foundations in my collection didn’t match his skin tone. Too pink, too dark, too warm! Eventually I decided to just dot one of my concealers all over his face and blended it in.

“So why do you have to have a lighter concealer?” he asked. He was full of questions.

“To look more awake. You can also use it to highlight different features of your face.”

“And now you have to find something even lighter to highlight me?”

I sighed. “Yup.”

I took my time on his face. The warm colors I used really accentuated his blue eyes, and I grew slightly envious of his long eyelashes. Due to that, and the fact that his eyes were ridiculously sensitive, I had to skip out on false lashes. Then, I added bronzer, blush, and highlighter to his face, making his cheeks stand out and chiseling out his features.

“Can you make something of those caterpillars?” he asked when it came to doing his eyebrows.

Are you questioning my skills?” I asked in response.

“No, never! You’re the master here!”

It wasn’t the easiest task, but I did it. Wish I could say that about my anxiety.

I finished off the look with a dark berry lip. It was a little bizarre to see Jack with a full face of makeup, but he looked incredible, and I was very satisfied with the result.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed when he looked in the mirror. His mouth was open in shock, and he was moving his head around so different parts of his face caught the light. “This is so weird…”

“Does it look good, though?” I asked.

“Of course! I’ve never looked better!” he said, posing dramatically, pouting his lips as he looked at his reflection. Then he went off to take a bunch of selfies.

I wasn’t sure if he let me use his face as a distraction or if he genuinely liked what I did. Either way, it got my creative juices flowing, and I really wanted to film a bunch of videos at once. I took out my phone and jotted down some ideas in my notes, hoping that this sudden spark of creativity would last long enough.

“Hey, do you wanna help me make a video sometime?” I asked as I followed his path out to the living room.

“We could do it now, if you want,” he replied as he snapped more photos of himself.

“I’d like to now, but I don’t have the proper materials.” I leaned against the doorway, still looking down at my phone. I hit the home button and was brought back to my main screen. My wallpaper was a picture of Perrie Edwards, and it suddenly rang a bell in my head.

Jack and I were at The Tube, tipsy and giggly as ever. I remembered us bouncing simultaneously in our seats to the music playing. I knew it was a Little Mix song, I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Hey, do you remember what song was playing at The Tube that one time?” I asked. “Do you remember at all how it went?”

“He was just a dick and I knew it!” Jack sang without missing a beat.

“Hair!” I exclaimed, finally clicking with it. “I remember! Mark fucking hates that song!”

“Yeah, you were telling me about it until he picked us up!”

I giggled but suddenly froze when we heard a knock on the door. However, I inhaled deeply and turned on my heel to go answer it. This was something I didn’t typically do. If I got a package in the mail, I waited until the mailman was gone. If it was any friend or acquaintance, or even Mark, they would have to text me when they’re at the door. But I just opened the door with very little hesitation. Luckily, it was Mark, Matt, and Ryan. They each were carrying a rather large box with three different cosmetic brand names on them.

“You answered the door!” Mark pointed out, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“I know right!” I replied.

“You got some packages sent to my house,” he explained, holding up the box he was holding. “Thought that would boost your morale, so we brought them over. And there’s more in the car.”

I moved to the side so the three of them could enter. They went to the living room and placed the boxes on the coffee table. Jack was standing in front of the sliding door, and he dramatically turned to face the boys, placing his hands on his hips.

“Hi boys!” he greeted flamboyantly.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?” Matt asked him in shock.

“What did you do?” Mark asked me.

“I was sad, so he let me put makeup on him,” I replied simply.

“And now I look beautiful!” Jack exclaimed as Ryan said “Gay!” over him.

I resisted rolling my eyes as he went to get the rest of the boxes. Then I sat down on the couch and gazed at the ones on the table. High end companies knew who I was? How?

“Why did they send these?” I wondered, completely blown away.

“‘Cause you’re great,” Mark said as he sat down next to me.

Again, I resisted rolling my eyes as I opened up the first bright pink box. There were several eyebrow pencils and gels in pretty silver packaging. The next box was black and inside were several shades of foundation and concealer, which was perfect for one of my video ideas. The last box was white and had an assortment of liquid lipsticks, eyeliners, and eyeshadows. I kept my excited squealing to a minimum so as to not seem ridiculous in front of the guys.

“I have no idea where to start,” I said, “but I’m gonna need volunteers.”

“Nope!” Matt quickly snapped as he dashed into the kitchen.

“He’s going first,” Mark reassured.

Needless to say, I felt better once I was surrounded by makeup and my boyfriend. I was happy that Jack was happy with his new look, and even more that he posted about it on Instagram. I even snagged my own photos of him and explained the details on my profile.

That pretty much marked the end of my little depressive episode. I explained it all to my therapist, and she continued to help me with coping. I was still a loner, having only Jack as my one true friend besides Mark. I was just learning to be okay with it. As long as you have one friend, you should be okay. As long as I had those two guys in my life, I felt like I had a shot at being okay again. I was hoping that I could get through this.

Hoping. I had hoped...

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Four’s a Party - Chapter 4

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You pulled out of the cuddle pile and stumbled towards the kitchen, feeling much like one of those zombies from the movie as you ran into furniture and walls. After a very unamusing game of where’s the light switch, fluorescent light flooded the kitchen allowing you to find a water bottle. You quickly unscrewed the cap and guzzled down a few swigs.

In the midst of drinking, you heard someone stumble in behind you. Arms wrapped around your middle and you could feel the pout before the plea even began. “Share?”

You sighed, passing the bottle over your shoulder. He unwound his arms, taking a sip from the bottle. You reopened the fridge, taking inventory of snackage options. Your eyes finally landed on Taehyung’s cookie dough tucked away in the corner of the freezer. Score.

Grabbing the tub and a spoon, you hopped onto the opposite counter from Jimin, digging into the sugary goodness. He eyed your find, a small smile growing on his face. “So I assume now is as good as time as any to talk about stuff?“

You rolled your eyes. “Did you purposefully plan to talk to me while I’m stuffing my face?”

“Well yea. Cookie dough is emotionally stabilizing for everybody.”

“Ha. Okay well shoot I guess.”

“I was actually thinking you could start? Since you’d probably have more questions or things you wanted to talk about? I also didn’t want to give too much information…but I guess a good place to start is how you’re feeling?”

“Feelings? This really is a cookie dough conversation.” You took a bite.

It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“Fine, fine. I’m better than I was? I mean I don’t want you to think I was angry, cause I wasn’t. I’m totally fine if you’re all boyfriends, I was just shocked? I just didn’t expect it…especially the picture.” You paused, frozen by the recollection of just what the image was. “But,” you finally continued, “if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is whatever you all have?”

“Well I’ve known Kookie for as long as I can remember. We grew up on the same street in Busan. He has a hyung who’s the same age as me and Tae. I mainly played with his brother when we were younger, but as the years progressed, I ended up spending more time with Jungkook.”

“So you were together in high school?”

“Nope. Although looking back, that probably would’ve been fun.” He grinned. “It was just never like that? Anyways, I moved up here first to start school and that’s where I met Tae our freshman year. That’s when it all started. We actually met at a party pretty similar to the first one we took you to and hit it off.”

“He asked you out?”

“Um not quite.”

At your questioning look, he elaborated, “We fucked.”

“Ahhhhhh,” you took another big bite of cookie dough.

“Yea well after that (and a few other times) we finally went out on an official date and moved in together our second year. So then when Kookie came up, I talked Tae into letting him move in with us since he didn’t know anyone here, and the rest is history.

He trailed off, giving you time to think. “Do I need to leave?” you inquired softly.

“What?!?! Why would you leave? Unless you don’t feel comfortable?”

“No! Well I mean I guess at first it was a little weird, but I think that was more to do with seeing parts of you that I wasn’t really prepared for…um yea anyways.

But then I started thinking more. Am I intruding? I don’t want to ruin what you all have here.”

“You’re not ruining anything! Seriously! I promise! We all love having you here.”

“You’re sure?”

He smiled. “Positive.”

You smiled back. “Kay! Well I’ve got class hella early so I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Most definitely.”

You both left the kitchen, Jimin veering back to the human pile on the couch and you back to your room.

//

“Alright guys. Let’s call it a day. You all look like shit.” You looked around at your study group, their eyes matching your exhaustion level.

As you started packing your belongings together, one of your classmates, Aaron, grabbed your arm, motioning for you to wait a minute.

You settled back into the library chair, watching the others file out and waving goodbye to your friends. As the last person passed through the door, you turned back to him. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you would maybe want to get dinner? If you were hungry?”

“Like a date?”

“Yea. If you want?”

You studied your classmate. It wasn’t like he was unattractive. He was another exchange student with a California surfer look, blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang. And you were feeling a little lonely lately. Not that the guys were treating you any differently technically. They were just a lot more open now about their relationship and it made you realize just how single you really were.

You nodded yes. “Sure! Where are you thinking?”

“There’s this super good soup place a block away! It’s open 24 hours.”

“That sounds perfect!”

“Great!”

He carried your bag as you walked the way to the restaurant. He cracked jokes along the way and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a few weeks. Halfway through dinner, you felt the uncanny feeling of someone’s eyes on you. You glanced around the restaurant, meeting Yoongi’s eyes at the takeout counter. You waved to him, watching his eyes narrow as he waved back and you went back to flirting with Aaron.

When you arrived back home, you strangely found the common area devoid of all roommates, which proved a sign to come for the rest of the week. You barely saw any of them, just catching glimpses coming and going, with tight, tense smiles shot your way.

Finally the weekend approached. Saturday had unofficially became roommies’ cuddle day, full of movies and junk food, ignoring adult responsibilities (and the occasional nursing of hangovers). But when you crawled out of your cave come midmorning, with a fuzzy blanket in tow for superb snuggling capabilities, there were still no roommates. No food, no TV, no anything.

Instead you heard the low tone of male voices through the bottom crack of Jungkook’s door. You decided to make yourself comfy on the sofa just in case they were moving slow that morning. But as 5 minutes turned into 10 which turned into 30, those low tones turned into low moans. You sat stunned for another minute before shaking it off and heading to take a shower as you texted Aaron.

You quickly got ready, throwing on the one cute outfit you had left that was still clean and put more makeup on then you had even glanced at for probably a solid month because you were not about to let those guys have more fun than you. What you didn’t expect though was to be met with Taehyung sitting on top of your blanket, stretched out on the couch with only sweat pants on.

Trying not to make a deal out of your roommates’ blatant sexcapades, you decided to just grab your shoes and purse and leave. Unfortunately, someone had other ideas.

“Where are you going?”

You turned to see Taehyung not even looking at you, instead watching TV with a blank face.

“Out.” You turned back to resume collecting all your items.

“With who?”

You sighed this time before turning around. “Does it matter?”

This time, he was studying you, eyes roaming from your head to your toes. “Glad to see we warrant so much of your time.”

“Whatever,” you muttered under your breath.

“Hm?” Taehyung sat up.

“Nothing, Taehyung. I’ll see you later. Maybe.”

“Well if you stayed home, maybe you could see me now.”

“If I stayed home? Where have you been? Where have any of you been? For this whole week?”

“Maybe you’d know if you weren’t out with your boyfriend.”

You really weren’t getting out anytime soon at this rate. You dropped your stuff with a clatter. “Okay how the fuck do you even - no you know what, that’s not even important. Are you seriously getting on to me for seeing someone??? YOU DATE TWO GUYS.”

“All of whom are friends with you. Or at least used to be until you blew us off for the first decent looking dick that passed you by.” As he spoke, he slid off the couch, moving closer.

“I have needs okay. I can’t just stay single for the rest of my life because I’m apparently roommates with three possessive af guys.”

“Why don’t you just come to us?” Taehyung asked quietly with a smirk as he herded you towards the door.

“Why? What?” you spluttered. “TAE YOU’RE ALL GAY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL HERE JESUS LET ME LIVE”

He paused, head tilted and leaned closer, your body pressed flush against the front door. “Is that what you thought, princess?”

Chapter 5

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