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abookishdreamer · 1 year

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Character Intro: Calleis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Sweetie by her brother

Calli by her mother

Age- 10 (immortal)

Location- Chant du Cygne neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- She's confident, bubbly, & unapologetically brash and bossy. She lives & breathes all things fashion and beauty. She can also be a bit full of herself as well as manipulative.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of allurement her other powers/abilities are limited beauty inducement (as it pertains to other objects) and limited cosmetic manipulation.

Calleis lives with her mother Charis (goddess of charm) in their gorgeous condo in the Chant du Cygne neighborhood of New Olympus. She has an older brother Hedylogos (god of sweet talk & flattery) that lives thirty minutes away. Her bedroom is the epitome of all things girly- various shades of pink, marble accents on the walls, sophisticated lighting fixtures, & a velvet couch for friends to sit on. Calleis' favorite part of her room is her closet which holds all her stylish clothes, shoes, and accessories. Mounted marble shelves on the walls hold her jewelry, hair accessories & products, her vast nail polish collection, and her glamour doll collectibles.

Her all time favorite drink is the bubblegum milkshake from The Frozen Spoon. She always gets the olympian size. She also likes fruit punch, iced tea, cherry cola, & sparkling water. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean are the small caramel frappuccino and the medium cranberry cherry splash. Her mom even allowed her a small sip of champagne at home once!

She's always seen chewing a big wad of bubblegum, her favorite flavor being watermelon.

Calleis loves her "Bubba" Hedylogos. He comes over some weekends to stay over & she loves the chance they get to hang out. They'll post videos of themselves doing silly dance challenges on Fatestagram, go to the movies, or visit the Mall of Olympius for some serious shopping! She's well aware of her inherit charm & uses it to her advantage, batting her eyelashes on her brother before he caves and buys her whatever she wants- whether it's new clothes, a glamour doll, or some makeup! There was a time when Calleis used to be jealous of her brother because of his wings.

She has a great relationship with her mom. Calleis likes the freedom her mom allows her to experiment with her style, hair, and makeup. One bonding moment for them is their shopping trips at the mall while another is them in their living room eating hot fudge sundaes while they watch trashy reality TV shows!

She usually eats a bowl of choco crunch cereal in the mornings for breakfast. Sometimes she'll eat a stack of chocolate chip pancakes drizzled in hot fudge sauce while other times she'll get a bacon, sausage, egg, & cheese sandwich from The Bread Box. She doesn't mind that her mom doesn't cook.

Calleis attends a private school in the city. She likes to think of herself as "the IT girl" in her grade. In addition to being friends with other students, she's also friends with some godly kids like Aidos (goddess of shame, modesty, humility, & respect), Melete (goddess of thought & meditation), Ersa (goddess of morning dew), and Eulabeia (Eula) (goddess of caution). It's well known that she prefers gossping than actually doing classwork. Calleis is the go-to for the other girls (and some boys) when it comes to juicy gossip! She even sneaks in various copies of Kytheiria magazine in her bookbag, reselling them for two drachmas each. As for her immediate friend group Calleis appreciates the strengths in all her besties- Aidos is comforting, Melete is wickedly talented & a great karaoke partner, Ersa's funny, and Eula is smart. With some lessons in confidence & a whole new wardrobe, Calleis thinks that Eula can be an "IT girl" too.

A favorite snack of hers are spicy barbeque cheese puffs!

For Christmas, Hedylogos gifted her a pair of pink bejeweled headphones!

Her all time favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery are the double chocolate caramel espresso cookies.

Calleis once bejeweled a pair of sneakers using the bedazzler Eula got her for her birthday.

A guilty pleasure for her are chicken teriyaki sushi-style rolls! Calleis tried them for the first time when her mom took her & some friends to a sushi bar in the Tsunami neighborhood after karaoke. She's been hooked on them ever since!

She's the only one in her friend group (aside from Ersa and Melete) to own a smartphone. Her mom got it for her as a gift to celebrate her good grades on her report card. Calleis remembers the two of them going to the mall where she bought a beautiful pink jeweled phone case from Aglaia's kiosk with the money she saved up!

In the pantheon Calleis is a HUGE fan of Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty). She treats the Kytheiria magazine like it's a sacred text, has most of her glamour doll collectibles (including the very recent "Of Seafoam" one), & even has a pair of the iconic hot pink heart shaped sunglasses from La Petit Amour. When the time comes she wants THE beauty goddess to be her mentor, even praying nightly to the goddess Gaia to make her wish a reality. Calleis likes other deities like Móda (goddess of fashion), Philyra (goddess of perfume, paper, & beauty), The Graces, Pheme (goddess of fame), and Iris (goddess of the rainbow); loves her brand of temporary hair dye spray. She also has crushes on Apollo & Hermes!

She hopes to get her first kiss at an official boy/girl party she's been invited to, hosted by the young god Thrasos.

As a birthday gift Melete gave her a jeweled Diamond Ave. pillbox clutch in the shape of a nail polish bottle!

One time afterschool Calleis and Ersa went to the cinema where they snuck in & saw an R-rated movie for the first time. They laughed and blushed at the sex scenes!

Aidos gave her the lipstick shaped jeweled clutch for Christmas.

Her all time favorite meal is the barbeque pulled pork pizza.

In her free time Calleis enjoys hanging out with friends, listening to music, karaoke, lanyard, jump rope, getting her hair done, shopping, going to the movies, spending time with her family, & shopping.

"It's not my fault I'm beautiful."

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Hello, hope you’re doing well Mod Mikan!

I love your writings and was wondering if you could write Nagito buying his S/O jewelry? A one shot to be specific (〃ω〃)

Tysm and have a great day! 💞

Mod Mikan: Hello my dear! I’d be more than happy to do this oneshot, it seems like such a cute idea! I hope you don’t mind the reader is female in this, since I thought it would be easier to write. And my day has been going great, I hope you’ve been doing well yourself, my love! Remember to stay safe during these times and eat well! Enjoy! XOXO

“Ooooo~ What about these, Marshmallow? What do you think? Pretty, right?” The (H/C) haired girl cheered, as she held up a pair of white gold hoops towards her ear. The white haired male smiled, playing with the silver wallet chain that he dug out from his back pocket. Attached to the end was his brown, leather wallet, filled with the cash and debit card that was practically being abused by his girlfriend. Nagito couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped from his lips, as he closed his eyes and kept the bright beam on his face, as if he found her enthusiasm over the jewels to be amusing

“They’re nice. Should we add them to the bag?” He asked his angel, motioning his free hand to the teal plastic bag that contained a mix of different colored jewels and treasures that both ultimate (Y/T) and ultimate lucky student have picked for her. Earning a nod from the exhilarated female, (Y/N) threw the earrings into the baggie, lifting the straps towards her shoulders, as she made her way towards the other end of the shop

“Come on, Naggie! I think they’re having a sale on those bracelets!” She exclaimed, practically launching herself at the display cases, filled with the glimmering ornaments, a clash of golden gems reflecting the white light that was shining onto them from the display case lighting. Before the luckster could follow his cheerful girlfriend, he felt his skinny arm being pulled along by the free hand of her. She turned to him, still making her way towards the designated area of her choosing

“Better hurry up, or I’ll leave you behind~” She teased, the smirk still on her face. (Y/N) allowed a giggle to escape from her lips, as she practically dragged her boyfriend towards the glossy depictions of the flashy, yet elegant, bangles. However, Nagito wasn’t one to argue with his angel. She was his hope, and he’d do anything for his hope--even if it meant lavishing her with the most precious jewels and bijouterie money can buy

Nagito was rich. That was no secret that he tried to hide. But he wasn’t a braggart either. Having the almost non-existent self esteem that flooded his whole thought process, Nagito never thought he deserved the immense amount of wealth that he was blessed with. He never knew what to do with the cash that was in his possession. Well, that wasn’t until his luck brought him the angel that was sent down to him. The luckster held his hope on a pedestal and thought it was his duty to serve and worship for. He’d follow her to the depths of hell, making sure that she was aware just how amazing and bright she actual was. Just like his praises, Nagito’s gifts and presents towards her was tremendously prestigious. Not a single day went by where he didn’t try his best to surprise her, no matter the time and effort that he extraordinarily fought tooth and nail to put in

While money was never a problem for him, he barely made a dent with all the purchases he emptied onto his love. While Nagito was a man of surprises, he also loved to hear his angel’s opinions, keeping a mental check of what to buy for her in the back of his mind. So days where she dragged him along a colossal shopping spree to her favorite stores wasn’t as bad as most boyfriends would’ve dreaded about--it was a diverting day for the both of them. Something they enjoyed and took great pleasure in

A squeal snapped Nagito out of his daydream, as his green eyes darted back to his love. The female couldn’t contain an ounce of excitement as she snapped on a silver chain bracelets adorned with glimmering amethyst stones. She twirled her frail wrist, the clanking of the stones being tosses around in the motion filled the store. She lifted her wrist towards eye level, enabling herself a better view of the bangle. She turned towards her boyfriend with the same tranquil beam on her face, taking a few steps in his direction

“We have to get this, Naggie! Isn’t it gorgeous?” She questioned him, the look on his face being enough for the answer she was hoping for

“It certainly is, my angel. Though, nothing here is compared to your own beauty. I mean, you’re practically the embodiment of pure hope,” He commented, allowing a pink blush to dust, once again, upon the female’s face. Taking out his debit card from his wallet, Nagito was about to hand it over to the cashier, who was smirking at the cuteness that radiating from the lovebirds. He chuckled, about to take it, before a gasp left Nagito’s lips, turning back to his girlfriend

“Oh! Is there anything else you need, love? I’m so sorry, it was foolish of trash like me to assume that you were done. After all, we barely made a dent here,” He sheepishly admitted, looking down in self disappointment. This only made (Y/N) frown, cupping his cheek with the hand that temporarily possessed the bracelet that would belong to her in a few minutes. The warmth of her palm spread throughout Nagito’s usual cold skin, as he perked his head up, looking back at her (E/C) jeweled eyes

“No Nagito, don’t say things like that. If anything, I believe this enough shopping for today. You seem to be getting pretty tired of me dragging you around different jewelry stores,” The ultimate (Y/T) let out a raspy chuckle, feeling the after effects of the shopping spree wear down on her as well. Both the white haired and (H/C) ultimates were feeling fatigued from running around different stores, one only benefiting from the trip. As hard as the truth was to believe, this was the tenth store they practically raided for the jewels they owner possessed. The female couldn’t help but feel a huge amount of guilt falling upon her shoulders, as she realized just how much Nagito had to bear throughout this insufferable shopping journey. (Y/N) wasn’t one to hoard so much gifts that was all from the expense of Nagito’s bank account, but when the marshmallow insisted on spoiling the hell out of his angel (which was pretty often) sometimes, she let her weakness for pretty objects get the better of her

The pale skinned man was just about to say something, but they were cut off by a trail of giggles leaving an unfamiliar voice. They both turned to the cashier, still waiting for the form of payment. However, she wasn’t visibly pissed that they were taking a long time, unlike the previous shop owners they have encountered. She wiped a small tear from the coroner of her eye, before flashing them a huge grin

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just so lovely to see a boyfriend treating his girlfriend right. My husband use to shower me with gifts when we first started dating, and I’d be lying if I said he stopped. I guess my happy memories caught up,” She confessed, making Nagito hand over his card along with an exchange of his own laughs making their way out of his lips

“Ah, I see. I’m so sorry about the wait, ma’am. But if someone like me can speak on behalf of all the boyfriend out there, nothing brings us more joy than spoiling our angel,” He disclosed his feelings before concluding his thoughts by wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. He pulled her closer to his skinny frame, permitting her to nuzzle her head against the crook of his neck. He giggled at the feeling of her (H/C) locks tickling his light skinned neck, making the cashier swipe his card with the same smile never leaving her face. She handed his debit card back towards him, responding to his comment

“How sweet. I hope you two lovebirds have a great day,” She winked, giving Nagito the receipt along with his card. Stuffing the piece of paper in his hoodie pocket, Nagito grabbed the shopping bag from his lover’s hand, as they made their way out of the store, heading to their car resting in the mall parking lot. The (H/C) bit her lip, still feeling a wave of guilt flowing through her veins, her blood running cold from a mix of the newly winter seasons emerging in the atmosphere and.....

Her selfishness

Was she so greedy and high-maintenance that she was turning into a gold digger? One of those sluts that hook up with sugar daddies to get free treasures and material items only the ‘common woman’ would only dream to achieve? Has she really let Nagito’s constant praises and desire to spoil angel get to her head, building her ego to the checkpoint where she probed his wallet for the money to buy everything for her, her, and her!

Am I really that egotistical?

The Ultimate (Y/T)’s negative thoughts were cut off by the reverberate of the car squeaking, signaling that it was unlocked. The resonance was followed by amber lights flashing throughout the parking lot, the luminescence flickering off of the stack of gold bangles on the female’s left wrist, alongside the silver singe bracelet resting on her right one. However the sound that snapped her out of the self-loathing was her boyfriend’s voice, tenderly asking her to crawl inside the car

Click

As soon as Nagito locked the of the driver’s seat, he pulled the seatbelt close to his body, the clanking of the metal buckle echoed throughout the spacious Mercedes. The cloud haired male snapped his buckle back into place, as the female reached to do the same thing with her own. She reached for her own belt, before a pale hand beat her to it, clicking the buckle into her own guard

“Allow me, angel. I don’t want you to lift a finger. Especially since you seem to really love those gorgeous rings we got from Blue Nile,” He commented, earning a blush spreading across his lover’s face. As soon as her seat was buckled, Nagito pulled the car out of the parking lot, driving them home. His lover, on the other hand, was frowning at the sight of her fingers being embellished with the silver rings fitting snug. Her other hand traced around the colorful gems that popped from the thin bands of silver, which were adorned by smaller diamonds

Rubies....Sapphires....god, that emerald one is beautiful.....

The female could practically the rush of serotonin that exited her brain, despair taking the place of her happiness in her mind--the same despair Nagito tried extremely hard to prevent her from feeling. Little did it strike him that his ample amount of worshipping and serving her angel of hope was the cause of her sudden decline in her typical, joyous mood that matched his own attitude

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“Well I personally feel like the diamond tennis necklace we got from Ray’s Jewelers was the prettiest one. But the pearl drop earrings were also nice. Then again, anything will look beautiful, so as long as my stunning hope is the one wearing them,” Nagito’s calm voice filled the car, as he pulled the car into the garage, shifting the gear stick from Drive to Park. The keys that were stabbed inside the ignition was pulled out in a swift motion, being shoved into the same hoodie pocket that held the receipt. Nagito usually wasn’t the one to drive, for two reasons

1) He genuinely didn’t like driving

2) His luck would most probably caused an accident

However, he made a few expectations, especially with dates where he felt like going overboard and pampering his shimmering ray of hope even more than usual. Nagito driving was a rare thing, but it wasn’t impossible to find a day where he was in the driver’s seat. Pushing the thoughtfulness of her boyfriend aside, the female just stayed in her passenger seat, totally silent throughout the ride home and even when they got home

This spontaneous downward spiral in her happiness didn’t go unnotice by Nagito, as the observant male frowned at his hope’s sulked expression. He cocked his brow, his skinny fingers aiming to stroke her cheek. The contact between the warmness of the female’s cheek and Nagito’s cold hand was enough to bring a pair of (E/C) orbs locking with his green, cat-like eyes

“Hey. What’s wrong, angel? Did you not have fun today?” He asked, concern rising in his voice. He abruptly gasped, falsely beating himself up, once again, for his own self-loathing thoughts getting in the way of sorting out the actual problem

“Oh! That’s right. It was foolish of trash like me to state his opinion. I should’ve asked what you thought first. I’m so sorry, my hope,” He sighed, continuing his own self-hating rant before (Y/N) could’ve pointed out the real problem herself

“Jeez, look at me now. Asking an ultimate like yourself for forgiveness. Trash like me doesn’t deser--” It was Nagito’s turn to be cut off my the female just shaking her head, silencing him with hand motions that screamed “Please just stop” along with the words that left her mouth. If they weren’t enough to leave Nagito in shock, then nothing would have stunned the light skinned boy from what he heard next

“Nagito, just let me speak, please!” She nearly begged of her boyfriend. Literally almost dropping the bags that he was holding for her, he painted an even more worried expression upon his handsome face, as he leaned in close, paying close attention to the words his love carefully chose to spit out. The immense amount of difficulty was visible, as the female shut her eyes tight before racking her brain to form a speech that wasn’t too pitiful sounding of her

“Nagito....I love that you absolutely want to spoil me and buy me so much stuff. I really appreciate it and while I enjoy anything that you get me...I can’t help but feel bad...” She looked down at her feet resting in front of the foot of her car seat before turning back to her boyfriend. She carried on with her statements, still having trouble to express her feelings

“I feel so bad I can’t repay you for all your generosity. I know that money isn’t a problem for you, but I just want to be perfect for you. You’re too good for me, I feel bad and worthless compared to all the kindness you--” Another cut off was silently ordered from the female, as a pair of chapped lips smashed onto her glossed ones. Nagito pulled back, an almost stern face replaced the worried one that he put on just minutes ago

“My hope, listen to me carefully,” He demanded, a strict tone lacing his voice. The female blinked a few times, shocked from this unusual demeanor, but nodded, never seeing Nagito so austere before. He allowed himself to proceed with his own speech, yearning for her to known just how much he meant to her and that it was him that was undeserving of her

“My darling....my sweet angel of hope.....you don’t understand. When you come home, you still manage to greet me with a smile and help with the unfinished chores I had yet to do. When you have days off, you still want to indulged in the hobbies I learned to love you. Every time you say ‘let’s go our best’ or ‘I’ll always be here for you’......(Y/N), you don’t get it....” His sober facade was replaced with the collected, charismatic smile that (Y/N) knows and loves so much

Reminding her of that adorable loner back in high school

Taking both her hands, he pressed his cool forehead onto hers, another kiss being stolen from his girlfriend, eliminating the space between the lovers. Nagito only pulled back from the compassionate, delightful kiss, his beam brighter than ever. He cupped her blushing cheek in one hand, the other one holding her decorated hand with the rings and bracelets she thought she had no right to even dream of possessing. She looked intently at her lover, waiting for the final statement that brought his declaration of love full circle

“It is I that should pay you back for everything you did for me....thank you, (Y/N)....for being the shining ray of hope in my dark life....”

From that day, the couple both silently agreed on one thing that wouldn’t change, even when they joined at each other’s death beds

They were both incredibly lucky to have each other

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 3 years

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Febuwhump 24: Memory Loss

This is in fact an AU, but I'm not telling you what it's based on yet because yeah.

Summary: The kids go to the mall. Things take a turn.

Trigger Warnings: none

1258 words

The doorbell rang, prompting an explosion of footsteps running down the stairs.

“Lena and Violet are here!” Webby squealed, the other three behind her. She opened the door, and as the two stepepd in, the others were greeted with Violet speaking rapidfire, similar to Webby when she got particularly excited.

“You will not believe this,” she said, “there’s this huge shopping mall not too far from here that we just heard about, and it’s got this book store I’ve been wanting to go to forever, and… sorry, I am very excited. Hello Webbigail! How are you today?”

Webby laughed, hugging the sisters in greeting. “We should go to that mall!” she said, “it sounds like a lot of fun!”

“I’m down,” Lena said. “I’ve never really been to a mall before.”

“Never?” Dewey gasped, practically appearing out of thin air beside her. “We’ve got to go!”

Thirty minutes later found them doing just that, the little group entering the shopping mall in awe. It was massive, definitely bigger than any mall the triplets had ever seen before. Natural light came in through various skylights, illuminating the place beautifully. A huge fountain sat towards the middle of the place, a couple kids throwing in coins.

“Whoa…”

“Tell me about it.”

“If only we had, like, money,” Dewey said, staring at all the shops in wonder.

“Oh yeah… money is important,” Webby agreed, thinking for a moment. “I… am broke. Does anyone have anything?”

“My allowance is not very large,” Violet frowned. “Perhaps I should have taken that into account before suggesting we come here. It won’t be a very good time if we can’t buy anything.”

“Hello, children!”

The group jumped, turning around to find a tall adult duck standing behind them.

“Oh, I do apologize. I didn’t intend to startle you,” he said.

“Who are you?” Louie asked.

“Oh, silly me! I’m Mr. A, the general manager of this mall. And I couldn’t help but overhear about your little… money problem,” he said, chuckling.

“What about it?” Huey asked, frowning.

“Well, as the man in charge, as it were, I’ve been put in the unique position to help you out of your… financial predicament.”

“How, exactly?”

“I can offer you these,” he said, holding up a number of golden credit card looking things. “Special membership cards. They’re as good as gold in any of our fine stores.” He handed out one to each of them, that same customer service smile on his face the entire time.

“You’re just giving them away?” Dewey asked increduously.

“How do you know we’ll pay you back?” Louie added, frowning.

“The good patrons of this mall always pay us back,” Mr. A replied easily. “Now, I have to go take care of some manager business, you kids have fun!” he said, patting Huey on the head before turning and beginning to walk away.

Huey grumbled quietly, fixing his hat. “Why would he just give them to us?” he mumbled, staring at his card in bewilderment.

“Beats me, but who am I if not the person who’s about to take advantage of this mall’s stupidity — I mean, er, generosity.” Louie said.

“Last one to find something awesome is a rotten egg!” Dewey exclaimed, running into the nearest store.

“Hey, no fair, you got a head start!” Webby shouted, chasing after him.

Huey frowned. The mall was pretty new, they probably did this to attract customers. He slipped his card under his hat, following the others into the store they’d chosen.

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“I usually prefer libraries,” Violet was saying as she and Lena entered a massive bookstore inside the mall. “But I’ve heard that this store has a particularly old book that I can’t find anywhere else, so I’m willing to make an exception.”

Lena nodded, poking around the shelves of the store herself. She wasn’t quite as into reading as her sister or Webby, but it could be fun, she supposed. She wouldn’t mind a spell book or two, if they had any.

By the time they made their way to the register, Violet had a whole stack of books in her arms. Lena raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, well… they had a few books I was wanting to purchase,” Violet said, flushing.

Lena laughed. “No judgement! Are there any shopping baskets? You really shouldn’t be carrying all of that around.”

Before they could begin to look for one, a man popped up behind the register, startling Lena so bad that she almost dropped the singular book that she was holding onto.

“My apologies!” he chirped.

Lena frowned. “Mr. A?” God, that man was good at scaring the shit out of people.

“Aren’t you the manager of the whole mall?” Violet asked.

“I am, yes. My cashier here had a bit of a personal emergency, so I’m filling in for an hour or two over here. What good am I as a manager if I don’t see to it that my employees are treated well, hmm?”

Violet smiled. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” she said, carefully placing her books on the countertop.

He began to ring them up, swiping the gold card Violet handed him.

“Oh, I’m afraid you’ve maxed out,” he said, handing the card back to her.

“Oh… I can put some of the books back—”

“Just charge it to my card,” Lena said, handing over her own.

“Thank you!” Violet said, smiling brightly.

“No problem, sis.”

A beeping sound from the computer rang out. “Your card has reached its limit as well.”

Lena stared at him blankly, then looked back at Violet. “How expensive are those books?”

“I’ll just put some back,” Violet said, reaching for one.

“Oh, there will be no need,” Mr. A said, smiling a little bit too wide.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, dear Violet, that It’s time for you two to pay.”

———

“What did you guys get?” Dewey asked, bouncing in excitement as he held his purchase close to his chest.

“Glitter!” Webby responded immediately, pulling one of the tubes out of her bag.

“Oh, fun…” Louie mumbled.

“I got a new pair of tap shoes!” Dewey exclaimed.

“Oh no,” Huey said.

“Oh yes!” Dewey exclaimed.

“I got some phone accessories,” Louie said. “And a pair of headphones that have cat ears on them.”

“Awesome!” Webby cried, “Can I see?”

“What did you get, Huey?” Dewey asked, plowing forward and invading his personal space, just to be annoying.

“Nothing,” Huey shrugged. “I’m trying to be responsible with my money. If I save up, I can buy my own car by the time I’m 16!”

“Boring,” Dewey grumbled.

“Financial security isn’t boring!” Huey cried, offended.

“We’re related to the literal richest duck in the world, I think we’re safe,” Dewey said.

“So? I still want to buy my own car!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“We should go,” Louie said, “it’s getting late.”

The others nodded their agreement.

“I feel like we’re forgetting something,” Webby said, glancing around the mall as they headed for the exit.

Huey frowned. “Got your phone? Wallet? What else did you come in with?”

“No, none of that. I don’t know what it is, I just… feel like we’re forgetting something.” She just couldn’t figure out what, and it was unsettling her. Would she have remembered if it was really that important? Hmm…

As they passed two mannequins showing off a striped grey sweater and a green turtleneck respectively, Webby stopped to check her bag. “Everything’s here,” she announced after a moment. “Huh, I guess I imagined it.”

They went on their way.

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sparklingichigo · 3 years

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Human World Adventures

Part 5

While they're still fighting and insulting each other feat Lucifer stepping in, here's Haruka, the angels, and Ichigo buying some things in the mall. Of course, they have permission from Michael.

Haruka: So...which one should we buy? The Uno stack one or the casual Uno cards.

Ichigo: Man I hate it when I leave my Uno cards back in H.O.L. We'll just get the casual card.

Haruka: That's a good idea^^ We'll get those

Luke: Haruka, can we get this too? [puppy eyes]

Haruka: A corgy plushie?

Luke: Yes! It looks fluffy! Can we get it?

Haruka: Simeon?

Simeon: I think we can get them. I'll handle the payment for the plushie if it burdens you^^

Haruka: Oh no, it's fine. Come on, let's go and pay^^

So Haruka paid for the things they bought until she saw a decor store as they're walking out.

Haruka: Simeon... I think I'm gonna go and see what's in there...

Simeon: Oh, do you want me to come with you?

Haruka: There's no need. You need to take care of Luke, don't you?

Simeon: Oh yeah that's true. Why don't you take Ichigo with you?

Just as he said that Ichigo feels a vibration in her pocket. She of course sees who's calling her, turns out it's Lucifer. It seems to be really urgent when Lucifer calls her considering he's a very prideful demon.

Ichigo: Lucifer? What's up?

Lucifer: We have an emergency. Satan and Beel are fighting and Beel somehow wants to meet you, if you don't come here anytime soon.... they might actually fight.

Ichigo: Why would they fight?! Wait! Where are they right now?!

Lucifer: Beel just got into his room, I don't think he's coming out anytime soon.

Ichigo: I see, I'll be there as soon as possible!

As the phone call ended, the angels look at her confusedly so of course, Ichigo needs to explain what's going on to them.

Ichigo: There's an emergency in the mansion. I think I should go back.

Luke: What happened?!

Ichigo: I think satan and Beel are in a fight.

Luke: What?! They're in a fight?!

Simeon: ...I think you should go and see what's happening. I'll hold those for you

Ichigo: Thanks a lot, Simeon. Do tell Haruka about this though, I'll be back without you know it.

Ichigo opens a portal and enters it, leading it to Beel's room. Once she gets there she sees Beel. They both have eye contact as the portal closes behind her. Beel who's right now still a clingy demon instantly hugs her.

Ichigo: Aww hello to you too, honey-bear! Miss me?

Beel: Yeah... and it's not going well here either. Satan just admitted that he truly likes you...

Ichigo: He what-

Beel: He has feelings for you. I heard Barb saying that he always liked you ever since you console him for his heartbreak.

Ichigo: Did he do something to you?

Beel: Not physically. He did say that you'd prefer him over me. That's not true, right?

Ichigo: Of course not! I truly love you, Beel, it's always been you!

Just as they're about to kiss, the door is opened by Satan. Beel and Ichigo both look at the source of noise because that was a loud noise. Beel instantly hugs Ichigo from the back for protection as Ichigo stares at the avatar of wrath in confusion.

Ichigo: Satan?

Beel: What are you doing in my room? Get out.

Ichigo: Beel, don't get riled up. Deep breathes...

Satan: Oh I heard your voice so I came looking for you^^ No harm done, right?

Beel of course glares at Satan as Ichigo sweat-drops confusedly. Why would Satan be looking for her especially when she's with Beel?

Ichigo: What do you need?

Satan: Oh just felt like it. Just feel like meeting you. Wanna hang out?

Ichigo: Not right now at least^^ maybe tomorrow?

Satan: Oh that's cool. After all, you're staying with the angels tonight.

Ichigo: I am, yeah^^

Suddenly Satan moves towards her, he gets closer and whispers something nor Beel and the others can hear.

Satan: I'm sure you'd prefer me over him don't you?

Ichigo's eyes widen as she moves backward but she's stuck since Beel was literally behind her. She was crept out, Satan never acted like this before, at least not to her.

Beel: Back off! I've made it clear that she belongs to me not you!

Satan: That mark is gone now, so she's now free to pursue.

Ichigo: Enough! I can't take it anymore! Satan, please understand that I truly love Beel and will only love Beel! I know you've finally moved on and that's good but please don't pursue me. I don't wanna hurt Beel nor do I want you to hurt yourself! [tearing up because of emotional preassure]

Before you come for this girl for crying, she is assertive sure, really to the point but when she's pressured emotionally tears can come out of her eyes. She's not crying because she's sad, she's actually crying because she's angry. She's angry at Satan for taking her kindness as flirting, she's mad at Satan for being an asshole, trying to steal her away from the one she truly loves. Call it angry crying if you may.

Now back to the story, Satan is taken aback by her sudden outburst that just steps on his ego because the girl who's being nice to him is just genuinely being nice to him, definitely not flirting. Meanwhile, Beel is shocked by her crying. He turns her around and it was true. This pink-haired girl is crying but he knows it's not because of sadness. Beel smiles softly as he wipes off her tears.

Beel: You've done well, sugar

Ichigo: [smiles slightly as she hugs Beel] Can we just leave?

Beel: Sure, we'll go^^

Ichigo nods and opens a portal behind them. She pushes Beel into that portal before joining in. Luckily Beel is already planning on leaving anyway so he has packed his bags to join Ichigo. Now, this leads them to the hotel causing confusion to Haruka, Luke, and Simeon who just got back to their room.

Simeon: Beel? Wait! Ichigo, are you okay? Why are you crying? Did Satan did something to you?!

Beel: He did say something but I couldn't catch it since he whispered it but it triggers her. She's not crying out of sadness, it's just because she's pressured emotionally.

Haruka: I've been there. Not a good experience.

Luke: Is she okay, Beel?

Beel: She is, just emotionally tired. Uh...about the bed. Where should I sleep?

Simeon: That's a good question...

Haruka: How about you boys just sleep in that room and Ichigo will sleep here?

Simeon and Beel: No!

Luke: Why not?! Then where am I supposed to sleep?! And why is Simeon rejecting this as well?!

Simeon: [sigh] You wouldn't understand. Maybe you can sleep over in Michael's room?

Luke: In Michael's room... I think I can do that if he allows me.

Simeon: Come on then^^ Let's go [takes Luke to Michael and Rosaria's room]

As they did that, Haruka decides to lend them her room because she thinks Beel can't handle having just a slight distance away from Ichigo.

Haruka: You guys are free to use my room. Just don't use my bathtub. Simeon and I used that last night....so it wouldn't end well.

Beel: It's okay, I'll just use the other room's bathroom since the connecting door is there and all^^

Haruka: Cool! Well, I'll just prepare myself to sleep. What about Ichigo?

Beel: [places the quiet girl to bed] I'll handle her, don't worry.

Haruka: Alright then. I'm sorry those things happened to you, Beel. I'd love to help. If you need anything just let me know okay^^

Beel: Thank you, Haruka. Simeon is really lucky to have you, you're really kind.

Haruka: Oh, you're just exaggerating!

Beel: Of course not, it's a genuine compliment.

Meanwhile, the pink-haired girl instantly sleeps causing Beel and Haruka to pity her more. She must be really tired, especially when she's pressured emotionally.

Haruka: Well... I'll leave you two. Good night^^

Beel: Good night^^

As soon as Haruka leaves, Beel prepares for his sleep, changing into his sleep clothes before joining Ichigo who's already asleep. Ichigo who's asleep still can feel Beel's weight on the bed so instinctively she hugs him in her sleep. Beel is flustered by this sudden act but he hugs her back, smiling softly.

Meanwhile, Haruka waits for Simeon to get back, she decides to watch a bit of TV. Minutes later, Simeon returns and told her that Luke is allowed to sleep in Michael's room.

Haruka: Oh that's great then^^

Simeon: So.. do you want to be in the same bed or different beds?

Haruka: ....different beds?

Simeon: Oh, alright then^^

The night has ended in the hotel but it hasn't in the mansion. Lucifer sigh for the nth time today. Why is Satan acting like this? What happened to Satan being the most mature out of his brothers?!

Levi: Wow, you actually did that huh?

Mammon: You fcked up big time, my dude.

Satan: Tsk.

Asmo: I told you not to flirt around but here we are [filling his nails]. [feels everyone staring at him] What?

Lucifer: You knew? This entire time?

Asmo: Ever since the pool day. I knew since then. I get that he has fallen for her but as you said, you can resist such feelings.

Satan: can't you just-

Asmo: I'm just telling the truth because you won't listen! Beel has been nothing but kind to you and now you want to steal his girlfriend?! You know well how it feels to get your lover stolen!!

Satan: Asmo-

Asmo: No! Don't "Asmo" me! Sure, we're close brothers but I'm not gonna sit here and not call you out for your mistakes! Pull yourself together, Satan Morningstar! This isn't the Satan I know and love!

With that Asmo left the living room causing more tension in the room. As much as Diavolo and Barbatos want to step in, it's none of their business. Yes, everyone, this is the day Satan is canceled by his whole family. What a horrible day for him.

Lucifer: Satan, please pull yourself together. I know how deep your feelings are for her but try to control yourself. I'll support you wholeheartedly if it's someone else but this time you're going against your own brother. Are you sure you want to risk our brotherly love for a girl?

Satan is silent and decides to leave. They all hear the door closing loudly. This signals them that Satan is pissed but at least they should call him out on his mistakes. Isn't that what brothers are for?

The next day Beel and Ichigo are still cuddled up in bed. Apparently, Beel is the first one to wake up, he finds his girlfriend still asleep peacefully. Beel smiles fondly as he gives her a morning kiss causing the pink-haired girl to stir in her sleep.

Beel: Come on, Sugar~ Wake up~ [teasingly]

Ichigo whines and buries herself in his hug causing the avatar of gluttony to laugh and pats her.

Beel: You must be really tired huh?

Ichigo: Yes, please let me sleep. What time is it anyway?

Beel: It's.... 6 am actually.

Ichigo: Ugh...too early! Let me sleep! [more whining]

Beel laughs slightly at how cute she is and tries to get up but Ichigo holds onto his top, glaring at him cutely

Ichigo: No, stay! I wanna cuddle you some more [puppy eyes]

Beel: As you wish^^

And so they cuddle some more until Simeon being such a morning person goes to wake them up. At first, he's like "aww they're sleeping" but when he removes the blankets he finds them so close.

Simeon: What is with this position?! Get up!

Ichigo: Let me sleeeeep!!!

Simeon: Sure you can sleep! Beel, let go of her!

Beel blinks confusedly as Simeon scolds them by the way they sleep. Ichigo whines into her pillow as Beel lets go of her slowly.

Simeon: Geez, you two aren't even married yet! [sigh] what would Michael say when he sees this.

Beel: But I'm a demon....and so is she...?

Luke: Simeon~ I'm ba- Whoa!

Haruka who just finished peeing glances at them before shrugging since she's half asleep.

Ichigo: Simeon, please let me sleep... I'm tired;-;

Simeon: Fine, I have other things to do as well anyways^^

With that Simeon leaves the room to wake up Haruka, of course, Haruka prefers to sleep in. 6 a.m is still too early for her as well.

Simeon: That's a really unique way to sleep

Haruka: It's comfortable this way [huffs]

Simeon: Well, you look exactly like a cocoon.

Haruka: Then I'm your cocoon!

Simeon: Yes you are^^ [goes in to hug her]

Haruka just giggles as Simeon cuddles her in her cocoon form. That morning is spent with morning cuddles by these couples until around 9 a.m for them to get breakfast but that's not why we're here. Because Michael decides to let them move in with Lucifer, well Ichigo has gone home with Beel which leaves the angels and Haruka discussing them moving into Lucifer's mansion.

Haruka: What? We're moving into the mansion? No more hotels?

Michael: Allow me to show you the bills ^^ [pulls out the bills because of their stay]. Yes, this goes without saying.

Simeon: Well...staying in a hotel does cost more...

Luke: ....So we're staying with those demons instead?!

Michael: They're not that bad. It's only for a few months until we grant access back to the celestial realm.

Rosaria: I'm sure they mean no harm^^ We worked together in the war and with Diavolo's idea of bringing peace between realms I don't see a reason why we shouldn't stay in with them.

Luke: .... okay...

Michael: Okay, the decision is final. We're moving in with Lucifer, I already informed him as well. We're checking out at 1: 30 Pm.

Haruka: So after lunch?

Michael: Yes.

As promised, they went to the mansion after lunch. Of course, Michael already informed Lucifer about this and it's now time to get to work in the mansion.

Barbatos: ...Are you sure you don't want my help?

Lucifer: ^^ just rest Barbatos, it's my mansion after all. [to Belphie] BELPHEGOR!! STOP SLACKING OFF AND HELP YOUR BROTHER!!

Belphie: no.

Ichigo: [sweat drops because she wants to help but Lucifer doesn't let her] Can I not help?

Lucifer: We've been through this Ichigo. You're my guest and I can't have you do all these rough things^^

Ichigo: But Solomon is also a guest yet he's helping :<

Lucifer: That sus of a sorcerer is an exception. Just sit tight with Diavolo and Barbatos, okay^^

Mammon: Man, you're being so biased towards her.

Solomon: Can't we just use magic for this? It'd be easier right?

Lucifer: Magic huh? No^^

Asmo: This reminds me when Solomon is such a dck-

Solomon: Hey! :(

Satan: I'll just consider them your karma.

Asmo: How are we working and you're not?! I'm too pretty for this!

Ichigo: I think using magic would be more effective, Lucifer^^

Diavolo: I agree, it'd save more time. Here let me help!

Before Lucifer can even complain, Diavolo spells the mansion. In just seconds the new rooms are finished, and everyone now does not need to work.

Barbatos: Great work as always M'lord [claps in amazement]

Diavolo: I did great, right, Barb?!

Barbatos: As always, such an amazing performance^^

Ichigo also claps because she was impressed herself suddenly she finds Beel collapsing on top of her out of tiredness.

Ichigo: Aww you must be so tired, aren't you?

Beel: Physically I'm fine, I just feel like hugging you.

Ichigo: You're smelly though [playfully]

Beel: [whispering] I won't mind if you help me clean

Ichigo: O///O

Asmo: My my~

Solomon: pfft-

Mammon: For the 1000th time, Beel! There are singles here!

Levi: Where have I seen this scene from-

Satan: [rolls his eyes out of annoyance]

Ichigo: Well, let's get you cleaned up then! Come on, get up~

Beel quietly gets up with Ichigo dragging him to the bathroom. This leaves the brothers in the room with Barbatos and Diavolo who's dumbfounded at their dynamic.

Diavolo: Is that how humans usually show affections?

Asmo: Not that I know off. She's currently a demon now so she's getting bolder day by day~ I'm so proud of her~

Solomon: To answer your question....not all but some do show their affection in that way if they're comfortable enough with their partner.

Diavolo: Ah I see^^

After a few minutes or probably hours. Okay minutes, The angels finally arrived. Luckily everyone is cleaned up and ready to meet them. Haruka is the first one to enter and sees the newly cleaned mansion.

Haruka: Wow! This is such a beautiful mansion!

Lucifer: Thank you^^

As she's looking around she has eye contact with Satan, she was about to talk to him but Satan broke the eye contact instantly and talks to Ichigo instead. Haruka is a little confused and hurt by this but that's Satan for you.

Ichigo: Eh? Oh, yea I did promise to hang out with you last night. What do we do first?

Satan: Perhaps going out with me, just the two of us?

Ichigo: ...Satan... I know how you feel about me, but I only see you as a friend remember?

Satan: Well yes, this is indeed a friendly hangout. Did you change your mind perhaps? [starts moving towards her]

Ichigo: Change my mind? Since when? [moving backward, trying to escape]

Satan: So do tell me, why do you think the hang out was in a romantic way [fckin kabedon again]

Ichigo: Because you have feelings for me, that's why. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to help YOUR EX unpack, okay? [pushes Satan away easily and goes to help Haruka]

For some reason, such rejection just excites him more. Probably because he has been reading so many enemies to lovers trope in one of his novels. Now back to these two, the two of them are unpacking their bags but here's the problem.

Beel: Are you sure you wanna room with Belphie?

Haruka: Belphie?

Belphie: [appearing from the room] Sup- [still trying to blink awake]

Haruka: I thought Lucifer has set a room for us! What happened to that?

Beel: Ichigo is currently rooming with me, so Belphie's the one who's sleeping there.

Simeon: Haruka, there's spare space in my room. I think we can both fit^^

Haruka: Ah, I see^^ Alright then! Guess I'll just room with Simeon.

Beel: It's only fair. You get to be with your lover and I get to be with mine^^

Belphie: Tsk. Romance disgusts me.

Somehow Ichigo feels bad for Belphegor because it feels like she's stealing his twin away. That night she came to see him, Belphegor as if reading her mind instantly calms her down before she can even say anything.

Belphie: Nah, it's not your fault. That's just him being a simp. We're still friends^^ [pats Ichigo]

Ichigo: We can switch if you really miss your twin :(

Belphie: Nah, switching up with me in your situation is just gonna make him more anxious. Now please go and let me sleep in peace! [going back into that room]

Ichigo: Alright then, sweet dreams^^

With that she returns to her room, suddenly she feels glowing green eyes staring at her. Ichigo turns around to find Satan right there.

Ichigo: Holy sht! Where did you come from?!

Satan: Me? Oh I was just passing by, sort of thirsty as you can see [shows his empty glass]

Ichigo: I see^^

Satan: Before you go, [holds her back] aren't you going to consider it? At least?

Ichigo: My descision is final. I will not leave Beel, he's the only one I love. Have a good night, Satan^^ [pushes his hand away]

Once again,, the raging ball of chaos heart broke. He can't seem to get the one he loves. Sure he did get Haruka at first but she prefers Simeon, he thought maybe Ichigo would return his feelings because he took her kindness to heart but here he is. Meanwhile, Ichigo finally returns to Beel who's still awake.

Ichigo: How are you not asleep?

Beel: Still waiting for you, how did your talk with Belphie went?

Ichigo: Well...he understands my situation, but I still feel bad. It's as if I'm stealing you away from him. He told me not to worry though, it doesn't bother him.

Beel: I see....maybe I should spend more time with him

Ichigo: Yeah, it's been a while since I saw you hanging out with Belphie. He even slept alone in my room.

Beel: Are you saying he should stay with us? In our room?

Ichigo: I'm unsure but I can always switch with him. Haruka and I can sleep in our room then Belphie can sleep in this room with you

Hearing those words, Beel sort of tears up because of how sweet and selfless his girlfriend was. Without any other word, he instantly pulls her into a hug earning a squeal of shock from the said girl.

Ichigo: H-hey what's wrong?

Beel: It's nothing. You're just too kind for your own good

Ichigo: I should be, your brothers are my friends and you're the one I love

Beel: and until this day I still question how do you even have demon blood in you

Ichigo: I've been asking the same question to you^^

The next day, Beel did exactly that, he starts to hang out more with Belphie causing confusion to the said lazy demon. Of course, this gives Satan an opportunity to hang out with her.

Belphie: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Beel: Well I miss my twin.... so I'll hang out with you

Belphie: Beel, there's nothing to do with me besides sleep.

Beel: Then I'll carry you around!

Rosaria: Honey, why aren't you that close with your twin brother?

Michael: Me? Being close with Lucifer? He doesn't even want to breathe the same air as me.

Lucifer: Same goes for you.

Rosaria: Now, now, why don't you two make-up?

Lucifer and Michael: Not a chance!

Rosaria sigh and just watch Lucifer and Michael ignore each other. The twins only talk when they have to deliver information or it's about business, either than that, they either argue or just ignore each other.

Now back to Ichigo who gets to hang out with her best friend, but the best friend in question is hanging out with the angels more not that she minds. This leaves her alone in Lucifer's private library.

Satan: fancy seeing you here

Ichigo: Same goes to you^^

Satan: So, what brings you here?

Ichigo: Books. Obviously, that goes without saying.

Satan: I might be a good guide for that. So, what book are you searching for?

Ichigo: Anything to be honest. I'm in the mood for reading.

Satan: Well, I actually have some recommendations in mind. Want me to show you?

Ichigo: Sure^^

The two of them went deeper into the library, leading them to the forbidden section. Ichigo is shocked by Satan's choice of readings while the avatar of wrath doesn't care much and grabs some good ol spell books giving them to her.

Satan: Here to improve your spells

Ichigo: What kind of spells?

Satan: You'll see, I can even teach you^^

Ichigo: Well I won't mind since you're really smart. How should we start?

Satan: Well, we can start with this one [shows the first book]

Ichigo: Spells of romance...?

Satan: Yes, I don't know I just find them interesting.

Ichigo: Oh I see. How about this one? [points onto the second book]

Satan: Ah, book of hexes and curses. We can use that against Lucifer later.

Ichigo: You and your dislike towards Lucifer [pushes his forehead playfully]

Satan: Always have. So which ones?

Ichigo: Up to you, you're my teacher afterall^^

So that day was spent with Satan teaching Ichigo how to do romance spells.

Ichigo: So I just say these words and my target would fall for me?

Satan: Yes, precisely. There's also another one with honey I believe.

Suddenly the two of them felt a presence behind them. Satan already knew who it was and closes the book out of annoyance. Ichigo looks back and finds Beel behind them.

Ichigo: Oh, honey! How unusual to see you here!

Beel: Oh yea, I went looking for you because Barb is actually looking for you. He sent me here to get you.

Ichigo: Barb? Why would he be looking for me?

Beel: He told me it's kitchen-related.

Ichigo: Oh well, I must go soon then. We'll catch up on that, later okay^^

Satan: Sure, I'll be here if you want to learn more

Ichigo nods and gets out with Beel. The girl is obviously oblivious of Beel's sharp glare towards Satan. That guy either can't take a hint or didn't want to take the hint. Either way, both are inexcusable. Once she got out she meets Haruka who looks worried as ever.

Haruka: Where were you this whole time?!

Ichigo: In the library actually...

Simeon: In the library? I actually went there and didn't even see you. Are you sure?

Ichigo: Simeon, you're an angel, aren't you. I'm sure you can tell that I'm telling the truth.

Lucifer: I have a feeling he used the invisibility charm on you. Causing you not to be visible to certain people.

Beel: He what-

Lucifer: I'll go talk to him. You go and help Barb, he needs your help in the kitchen.

Ichigo: On it! Come on, hon~

Haruka: Can I go too?

Ichigo: It depends on Barb, but sure^^

Luckily Barb allows more people to come in and help him. As the cooking proceeds, Haruka starts to get a bit crept out by Satan's behavior around Ichigo.

Haruka: You know, you can always ignore him right? The more you engage the more he will pursue you

Ichigo: ....but he's my friend... well one of my friends. Treating him differently wouldn't be fair. I treat all the brothers with kindness and that includes him.

Haruka and Simeon sigh at the answer. Ichigo knows well she did tell Haruka the same thing before but now she knows it's not that easy.

Barb: I'm sure you'll find ways to help with your situation. But for now, please focus^^

Ichigo nods and focuses on cooking their lunch. Finally, after a few minutes lunch is served! Thanks to Ichigo's book recipe, Barb manage to learn some of the human world's recipes considering they're in the human world.

Luckily, during lunch, there is no tension whatsoever. Everyone sighs in relief at this because it's been two days since they arrived and there's tension everywhere. Let's all hope it stays that way because if this problem doesn't finish soon, everyone is probably gonna have a headache.

#obeymefanfic #obeyme #roleplaybased #mymc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon

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Kord Center Mall: Rose Takes Bart to a Rave

Rating: Explicit (there’s smut, and drug use, and lots of swearing)

Fandom(s): Mass Effect, DC Comics

Ship: JayRose (Jason Todd/Rose Wilson)

AO3 Link: Here

Summary: Even the best-made plans go sideways, sometimes.In which Rose plans to have a good time with her NOT boyfriend, but ends up watching over the most annoying and most adorable kid working at Kord Center Mall.

Note: This is a cross over, mall-verse AU concocted by @scifi-ginger and myself. You’ve been warned.

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Rose Wilson has three stops she makes on her hour-long lunch break. How she managed to get an hour instead of 30 minutes like most part-timers, no one seems to know. Her desk partner, Cassandra Sandsmark--regular employee of the month and all-around wonder girl, has definitely noticed, and she protests every time Rose leaves. Their manager likes Rose, so he never says anything. Or maybe he’s terrified of her dad like everyone else. Getting into his scheduling software is easy enough, especially since he has the password on a sticky note behind his monitor. It’s not Rose’s fault if he doesn’t bother to memorize it.

First she goes to Joey’s counter at MAC. For someone who’d rather sign than talk, Joey sure sells a lot of beauty products. It’s probably the way he smiles at his customers, giving them bedroom eyes regardless of their gender. When Rose spots him, he’s chatting up some twink who has trouble standing still. Joey lays a steadying hand on his shoulder, applying the liquid eye liner like he’s still in art school. He waves at Rose when he’s done with the makeover, walking the guy over to the counter to what’s surely going to be a big sale. When the customer signs his receipt, he also jots down his number. Taking the receipt, Joey nods at the guy, then at Rose.

“Oh! Sorry. Didn’t realize you’d been waiting.” The twink stumbles out of the store, leaving Joey and Rose alone at the counter.

Joey punches the guy’s number into his phone and Rose rolls her eyes. Her brother sets his phone down, and his hands flurry into signs. “What? Was it something I said?”

Rose leans across the counter, so his co-worker can’t hear her talk. “Really? Are you going to seduce every single person who comes in here?”

Waving his hand dismissively, Joey snorts. “He was cute.”

“You say that about everyone, Joey. And I won’t let you tarnish my reputation as the skankiest Wilson.”

Leaning back towards her with a wicked gleam in his eye, Joey slaps his hand on the counter. “I’m pretty sure Pop has us both beat there.”

“Gross.” Rose starts to walk out, but her phone pings.

I still want Vega’s number.

Rose turns back to face him, grinning widely as she moonwalks out the store. “Fucking a personal trainer won’t get you a free membership!” She calls out.

Joey’s hands move so big Rose is convinced the department store across the hall can see. “But it will get me some exercise!”

Shaking her head, Rose moves on to the crystal shop three doors down. Rachel, or Raven, as most call her, is busy ringing someone up, so Rose peruses the tea selection. She isn’t really sure what to make of the supernatural or the paranormal, to be honest, but she humors her friend--getting palm and tarot readings from her so Raven can practice. Every so often she’ll even join her meditation sessions, though Rose has the worst time sitting still. Her latest mantra is “I’d rather be punching a bag” over and over until Raven shoves her away.

Ignoring the names of the teas, Rose takes her time sniffing each jar for the one’s that’ll taste best. She picks one up that smells like almost nothing. What’s the fucking poi--

“I don’t think you need anything for erectile dysfunction.” Raven drawls from behind her. “If you do, we really need to talk.”

“Jesus.” Rose jumps a little, slamming the lid back down. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Are you actually going to buy something, or are you just here to fuck off?” Raven folds her arms, eyeing Rose with a smirk.

“What’s a good compliment to some dank weed?” Rose leans back against the shelves, jostling several jars in her wake.

Raven scoffs, but digs out a couple jars, pushing Rose out of the way. “What does Joey think about you partying with the mall’s resident bad boys?”

“And girl.” Rose holds up a finger like a kindergarten teacher. “Don’t forget the girl.” As if anyone could forget Jack Nought. With her mohawk and tats, she looks like she walked off the set of Mad Max. Maybe she did. Jack can do whatever the fuck she wants. “And Joey trusts me to take care of myself.” She pokes Raven in the nose. “Unlike some people.”

“Har har.” Raven waves her off like a fly. “And your dad?” Her voice lightens, and her eyebrows knit together, all airs of indifference falling away. She moves behind the counter, measuring and weighing the ounces of tea, only to toss the generous amounts in the bags anyway. Samara lets Raven do what she wants, too. They should start a club.

“He can go fuck himself.”

“You know, I have an extra room available if you--”

“Don’t.” Rose eyes the register to see what total Raven rang up, and slams extra down on the counter.

“Fine.” Raven starts to count out her change. Rose leaves before she can put it in her hands. Good thing she was already on her way to the punk store.

Jack is chewing and blowing bubblegum when Rose walks in. “Hey fucker,” she calls out affectionately.

“Fuck you too, Jack.” Rose circles the counter, squeezing Jack’s butt in her usual greeting--her eyes searching the merchandise.

“Looking for Jason?” Jack slaps her ass in reply. He’s running inventory in the back.”

“No, your other boy toy.” Rose quips as she heads towards the backdoor. She’s not allowed back there, but she’s on good terms with the management team.

Jason is waist deep in open boxes when she finds him. “Hey asshole,” she says to his back as he studies his clipboard.

“Jesus.” Jason slips and falls back against one stack of merchandise. His clipboard goes flying. Peanuts rain down on their heads. “Hey bastard.”

Rose picks the peanuts from her hair, squishing one between her fingers. “Excuse me? You’re the one who’s adopted.”

Jason pulls her down with him. “You’re the one who disowned her dad.”

Plastic bags squeak underneath their feet as she settles down next to him. “He deserved it.” Next to Jason isn’t close enough. Rose crawls into his lap.

“Rose, I’m a little--”

“Busy?” Her breath ghosts across his lips. “Not busy enough.” His body always feels so warm beneath her hands.

Jason’s lips part, and his hand wanders back and forth across the top of her shoulder, like he can’t decide between pushing her away and pulling her closer. “Jack will kill us if she finds us goofing off.”

“Since when do you care about the rules?” She kisses him once, long and slow, one hand scratching the back of his neck. “And she won’t kill me. I’m on break.”

Jason swears. “I’m already behind today.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“You asked?” He kisses her this time, pulling her tight against him. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

Rose trails her other hand down his side, sliding it between them. She drinks in his groan, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and her hand into his hoodie pocket.

Jason seizes her wrist, pulling away from her mouth. His breath comes out ragged. “Really?”

Sitting back, she pouts. “Empty? Nothing? Nada? Zilch?”

“I’m working.”

“Not even one joint? You disappoint me, Todd.”

“I’m not going to get arrested at work, Wilson.”

“At least tell me there’s a party this weekend.” Rose traces the lines of Jason’s jaw. She could do it all day. It’s not her fault he’s so easy on the eyes.

Jason leans back against the boxes, pulling Rose with him. “Mm. I think there’s a rave.”

Grinning slowly, Rose braces her hands on either side of his head, letting her hair drape around their faces. “Please tell me we’re going.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll get a group together.” He slides her hoodie’s zipper down. “Get a couple cars going.” His eyebrows scrunch together as he grins up at her. “Shouldn’t you be thinking about right now?”

“Depends.” Her hand slides underneath his hoodie and his shirt, shivering at the way his skin jumps. It should be illegal for someone to be this perfect. “Is it going to be more fun than this weekend?”

Jason rolls them over, pushing her shirt up. “Depends.” He lavishes her middle with kisses. “On.” A breath. “Where your head's at.”

If anything, Rose doesn’t like where her thoughts are headed. It’s all too easy to imagine dinner dates and long walks on the beach, or whatever it is couples do. So, she plays with the hair on the back of Jason’s head as he makes his way lower and lower. No matter what happens, no one can take this moment from them--from her. Maybe Jason’s right.

“Rose?” Jason’s hands let go of her jeans, and he’s watching her. Shit.

Shaking it off, Rose pulls him back to her. “C’mere.” Her lips crash into his, biting his bottom lip until he hisses into her mouth. “You’re short on time, right?” She slides her hand down, unbuttoning his jeans.

It’s a bold face lie and they both know it. “Yeah.” Jason gulps, sliding his hand inside her jeans. He pauses at what he finds or doesn’t find there. “Rose?”

“Shhh.” She shoves her jeans down, guiding his fingers. “It won’t take long, I promise.” Rose grins against his lips. “Especially with you.”

Jason’s kiss is a little too tender, his touch a little too reassuring, so Rose goes in hard. Her lips crash into his and she bites his bottom lip. As he moans into her mouth, she yanks his jeans out of her way, feeling along his length.

“Mm.” Rose tugs his ear lobe between her teeth, shivering at his sharp breath in her hair. “You are all I need right now. Just you.”

“Fuck, Rose.” Jason rocks into her hand, gripping her shoulders hard. “I need you, too.” He just manages to get beneath her underwear again, snickering between moans. “That’s more like it.”

“Nng.” Rose leans her head against Jason’s shoulder as his knuckle digs against her clit. It slips a little against her soaked skin. This is what she needs. “Just like that.” Panting, she bites his neck where it meets his shoulder.

Jason shakes, shakes under her touch. “Rose--” Her name isn’t a question this time. It’s a plea.

Rose snickers. “You want me?” Fuck, the way he whimpers as she shoves his underwear down. “You need me?”

“Rose, please.” Jason kisses her hungrily, fumbling as he pulls her underwear past her hips.

Swallowing hard, Rose digs through his pockets until she finds what she’s looking for. There. She grins, holding up the condom where Jason can see. He nods, and she slides it on him. Together they slide him inside her, and together they are a mess of limbs and teeth.

“Oh, fuck.” Rose whimpers, falling back against one of the stacks. It’s a little soon and a little rough, but it’s exactly what she needs right now. “Fuck, yes.”

“Y-yeah.” Jason drives into her, gripping her hips so tight she’ll have bruises later. He bites her neck, marking her in kind. Oh fuck, the boxes are going to fall over.

Moaning into his ear, she slides her fingers beneath his shirt, skimming her nails down his back.

“Rose,” he gasps. Now it’s a statement. A warning.

“Jason, I need--” Rose whimpers. She’s so close.

“Shh.” He catches her lips, taking her hand and putting it between them.

Rose circles her clit quickly, closing her eyes as Jason pulses inside her. His fingers slide over hers, and he pants into her neck as her world tilts on tilts on its axis.

Seconds, minutes, hours? Later she turns her head and finds him lying next to her, and they snicker together. Rose pushes a sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes.

“How the fuck am I supposed to work after that?” Jason traces her bottom lip with his finger.

“There’s a Starbucks across the hall.” Ah fuck. There’s that feeling again. Rose kisses his finger once, then sits up, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on. “What time on Saturday?”

Jason blinks up at her, pushing himself off the floor. “....Eight, I guess? It’s out of town.”

Rose snatches one last kiss from his lips. “See you then, asshole.”

“Catch you later, bastard.”

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Fuck him. Fuck Jason Todd. Fuck his entire fucking family. Rose stares down at her phone, the bass of the warehouse thumping even from across the field-turned parking lot.

“What’s wrong?” Bart leans over her shoulder, reading Jason’s text message.

Stuck at Bruce’s party. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.

Rose swats him away. “He fucking bailed.”

Jack and Roy had already gone inside. They wouldn’t be able to find them til sunrise. And Jason wasn’t coming. That just left her and Bart “I can’t shut up” Allen. Two hours in the backseat doing her best to ignore him. Oo! What music are you listening to? Can I share? Lemme make you a playlist. Do you like Kesha? I LOVE KESHA. Rose didn’t even need to respond. He’d just keep talking.

“Jason bailed? What happened? Was it one of those Wayne Manor parties? Maybe we should go there.”

“It’s two hours away and we’re not invited, dumbass.” Rose made her way to the door. “You got your ID?”

“Well. Oh! You mean that ID.” Bart waggled his eyebrows. “Yeah. Tim made me one.” He pulled it out, waving it in front of her face.

“Gimme that.” Rose eyed it. “No way you’re passing for thirty.” She shoved it in her pocket.

“But how am I going to get inside?” He trailed after her.

“Lemme worry about that.” Rose spun around, and Bart ran into her. “But you need to let me do the talking. Kay?”

“Kay.”

“How’d you get invited, anyway?” Rose stomped toward the doors, doing her best to put on a winning smile. She needed something good, stat.

“Oh! Tim invited me. But he had to go to Bruce’s party too.”

“So I get to babysit you instead. Fucking fantastic.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Jason flaked.”

Rose stopped, glaring at him. “I was supposed to get high and laid tonight. But no. I get stuck with you.”

Bart flushed as red as his hair. “I mean. You still c-can. I won’t stop y-you.”

“Wally would turn me into a statue and put me in a museum, so no. That’s not happening.” The Wayne boys owed her big time.

“ID’s?” The bouncer shined a flash night near their faces, eyeing them.

Rose pressed her ID into the guys hand, biting her grin. “Hey there.”

The bouncer smirked. “Who’s the kid?”

“Oh, him? He’d just here to drive us home. Just got his license, right Bart?” Rose giggled. “Hey, you busy later, or--?” She swiped the sharpie from his pocket, scribbling a phone number on his arm.

“Have fun. But keep him out of trouble.”

Rose threw him a mock salute, shoving Bart inside before the bouncer could change his mind. “Whew. Okay. Just promise me you won’t do anything--”

“Oo. What’s this?”

Turning around, Rose caught Bart popping a brightly colored pill into his mouth. “Bart, no!” Shit shit shit. She grabbed his wrist.

Bart’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Too late.”

“You don’t know what’s in that!” Fuck. Wally was going to kill her.

“I’ll be fiiine. You worry too much. Let’s dance!” Bart tugs her to the middle of the room, oblivious to the strangers he’s running into. Yup. If Wally doesn’t kill her first, Bart is first on her shit list.

At least the music’s nice--loud and thrumming through her entire body. She would almost enjoy it, if it weren’t for the looming feeling of shit about to hit the fan. It’s one thing if Rose gets high and gets sick and wakes up in the ER--Bart’s just a kid.

After a few songs, Rose starts to think maybe Bart just found some candy and is just messing around to piss her off.

Then he steps inside her bubble. She can’t hear what he’s saying, so Bart yells in her ear. “You’re really pretty.”

Fucking fantastic. “And you’re high. Fuck off.”

Bart moves back, only to dive in closer, tripping over Rose’s feet. “This stuff is great. I can see why you wanted it. I can fly.” He scrunches his nose. “No. I could run. Run right across the ocean something.”

That’s a mental image that will haunt her later. “You’re not even close, kid.” It’s then Bart decides to grind up against some dude twice his age. It’s then Rose decides to steer him outside.

“Ro-ose.”

“Shove it, Bart. We can still hear it out here.”

“Oo. It’s so nice and cold out here. You’re right.” Rose has to peel herself out of his hug. He only hugs her again, spinning them around. “You’re the best.”

“And you’re still high.” How long does that shit last, anyway? Time drags on so much longer when she’s sober.

“Noooo. I mean it.” Bart pokes her nose. “You’re watching out for me. You’re like my big sister.”

“Your big sister that will kill you if Wally doesn’t get to you first.”

Bart stares at her jacket, running his finger along stitching on her sleeve.

“You okay?” Rose has no idea how it’s possible, but quiet Bart is worse than talkative Bart.

“You got any gum?” Bart doesn’t wait for her answer, digging through her pockets until he finds some. He then unwraps the rest of her back before shoving it in his mouth.

“Yeah, sure. Have some gum.” It’s going to be a long night--Rose can tell.

“Got any water?” Bart fiddles with the zipper on her pocket. “I’m so thirsty. Do you get thirsty on this stuff?”

Rose groans, dragging him back inside. “Let’s find you some gatorade.”

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Hours, maybe centuries later, Bart sits with Rose outside, snuggled up to her as close as he can get. Her tiny leather jacket doesn’t really work as a blanket for them both, but it’ll have to do. “Still cold?” She asks.

Bart’s voice is muffled against her collarbone. “Yeah. But it’s better.”

Rose rests her chin on top of his head, rubbing her head down his back. She’ll probably never know what having a little brother feels like, but this will do. Damnit. Bart might be the stupidest little fuck, but he’s her stupid little fuck and she will fucking murder anyone who hurts him. Her knuckles will have bruises by morning, but she’ll feel better than the creep with the freshy broken nose.

“Rose?” Bart sighs, and Rose feels him tremble.

“Yeah?”

“You ever like someone who didn’t like you back?”

Rose chews her lip, remembering Dick and his impossibly blue eyes, and his stupid grin. How she’d move the world for him and he’d still just pat her on the head like she was his kid sister. Bart didn’t need to know about that. “Yeah.” The whole world didn’t need to know it either.

“Why does it hurt so much?” Bart breathes in like there’s ice in his lungs.

“Fuck, Bart. What did you take?” Rose tilts his chin up, studying his face, as if that will give her a good answer. It won’t.

“No. I mean. When you lo--like someone, and they think you’re best friends. Why does it have to hurt like this?” Bart sniffs. “How do you people deal with this all the time?”

Rose stares at him. Not once has she ever seen Bart cry. Bart isn’t the kind of kid who knows how to cry--not because he’s some bro-ner clutching his man card. Sadness and Bart just don’t go together. He has one mode, only one, and that is pure joy and smiles and energy that usually makes Rose want to hurl. What the hell happened to the kid who came with her to the rave? Only when her mouth feels dry does Rose realize that her jaw fell open. She snaps it back shut. “Do you need me to kill someone?”

“What? No. No. He’s perfect. He just doesn’t like me back.” Bart shakes, vibrating through his entire body. “Of all people I could finally fall for--why’d it have to be him?”

“Him, huh?” Rose smirks, handing him yet another tissue. “Do I know this him?”

A sniff. “Yeah. I think he parties with Roy and Jason sometimes.”

“That really narrows it down.” Rose rolls her eyes.

“He’s got this great tan, and he always smells like taco seasoning.”

“So romantic.”

“And when he speaks Spanish it’s like--” Bart laughs “my brain finally stops, you know?” He stares up at the sky as if the object of his affection can be found among the constellations. “I used to think he looked kind of funny, I mean, who spends that much time on their hair? But now? I can’t stop thinking about how I want to mess up that hair. Run my fingers through it, I mean.”

“Wait. Jaime? The kid who works at Taco Bell?”

“You’re the same age as him.”

“Yeah, but the way he kisses R--never mind.” Rose coughs. “Have you told him yet?”

“Told him what?”

“Told him how you feel?”

“Jaime? No. No. I can’t.” Bart jumps out of her arms, pacing back and forth so fast he almost seemed like a blur in the low light.

Rose smirked. “You both speak English, you both work at the same mall. There is no reason you can’t tell him you want to jump his bones.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me back? He’s my best friend Rose! What if it gets weird??”

“Then find someone else to bang?”

“I can’t.” Bart stops, biting his lip so hard it turns white. “...This isn’t so easy for me.” He scratches his scalp, his skin turning as red as his hair. “The last time I dated a friend...he didn’t feel the same way. And now it’s weird.” Bart sniffs.

Oh no. Not again. “Bart--”

“I can’t lose Jaime like that.” And there he goes. “I don’t want to.”

“Oh Bart.” Rose hugs him, patting the back of his head. He’s probably going to outgrow her in a year. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I hardly ever feel this way about anybody. I just--”

She pulls away enough to stare him in the face. “Bart. You work at Kord Square. Everyone there is queer. You have lots of friends.”

“But--”

“Bartholomew Henry Allen II, you will be fine. I promise. Let’s go hang out in the car, yeah?” Bart mutters an okay, rubbing his eyes, and Rose guides him back, a plan already forming in her mind. She can practically see the outcome. Those two love birds won’t know what hit them.

#oops this was supposed to go out three weeks ago my bad #kord center mall #dc comics #jayrose #jason todd #rose wilson #joey wilson #jack nought #bart allen #melody writes

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‘39 - A John Deacon FanFiction

Chapter 3 - The First Morning

Story Description: Amy is sitting in his apartment when she hears some frantic knocking outside her door. She opens it to see a frightened and frazzled John Deacon. A 23-year-old John Deacon. Who believes it’s still 1974, and not 2019. Amy takes it upon herself to help John and get him back to where he belongs. Part 1 is here.

Chapter Description: After spending the first night in the future, Amy decides that if John is going to be here a while, he might as well get some new clothes. But, that also means tackling the task of taking him out in public for the first time.

Notes: So, I have been tagging everyone who liked or reblogged my other chapters, but this is the last chapter I’m doing this. If you want to be tagged, then you should leave a comment telling me you want to be tagged for the rest of this story. You can also shoot me a message on my blog if that’s something you want to do instead.

Warnings: None

Words: 4.1k

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The next morning, I woke up to the sun hitting me in the face through my curtains. I grumbled as I slowly woke up. Sitting up in my bed and rubbing my face. Trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I heard some movement in the living room. I was scared for a second before I remembered John was in there. I got up and opened my bedroom door. I saw him sitting on the couch, finishing up his book. It really wasn't a dream. I was definitely awake, so he must be real. I slowly closed my bedroom door again and got ready. I walked out into the living room about 20 minutes later. Completely dressed and ready to face the day.

"Good morning, Deacy," I said, passing him and making my way to the kitchen.

"Oh, good morning. Didn't hear you wake up." He said, putting his book down for a minute. He was already dressed in the same clothes from yesterday. I smiled at him and pointed at the book. He was almost done with it, but when I went to sleep last night, he wasn't even halfway through it.

"When did you have time to read all that?" I asked. He looked down at the book and then back at me.

"Didn't sleep well last night. Never do on the first night in a new place," he shrugged and looked back down at his book.

"There's actually a scientific reason for that," I said. He looked back up at me rasing an eyebrow. "Well, scientists say that it's due to an animalistic trait that never went away from our caveman days. Your body wants to stay alert whenever you sleep somewhere new in case there might be danger. So, you never get a good night's sleep the first time." I shrugged as well. He chuckled softly.

"You sound like Brian," he said. I smiled. Being compared to Brian was such a great compliment. But, he had no idea. I turned to go into the kitchen to make us some breakfast.

"Do you like eggs and bacon?" I yelled into the living room.

"Yes, quite a bit," he answered. I laughed before continuing to make our breakfast. Halfway through it, I heard his book close and he came into the kitchen, just watching me cook.

"Book not interesting enough for you?" I joked. He shook his head.

"No, quite the opposite. I just finished it," he responded.

"Oh, I'm glad you liked it then," I replied. Moving the eggs around with the spatula.

"Anything I can do to help?" he asked.

"Yeah, you can grab a plate from up there for me." I nodded my head toward a cabinet about a foot away. He nodded and grabbed the plate out of it, placing it on the counter next to me. "Thanks," I replied. Deacy just stood and watched me as I finished up cooking. We didn't say anything to each other, but it didn't feel awkward. Like we were old friends who had run out of things to talk about.

I brought the food over to the table and we both ate. We didn't talk. It still didn't feel like we knew each other well enough. Well, I knew him, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He didn't know me. And I was starting to believe that all those stories about him being shy were very true.

"Deacy," I said, trying to get his attention. He had a mouth full of food when I started. I had finished mine. He looked up at me and stopped, wondering if he should swallow his food to talk or just listen. I kept going. "I don't know how long you're going to be here, but until you remember enough about what happened, I think it's safe to say you'll be here a while. So, I think it's about time I took you outside." I couldn't protect him from facts as easily out there, but he needed to go out at some point. He swallowed his food and raised an eyebrow at me.

"And where would we go?" he asked. Placing his fork down on the table and resting back against the chair.

"Well, I think we should buy you some new clothes. Granted that style is still in, but it looks a little dated. So, we should get you some new stuff." His black shiny shirt with stars scattered around it looked great on him. The plunging neckline allowed me to get a great view of his chest, but it wasn't the style. Neither was his haircut, but that could be excused nowadays. His clothes and haircut together couldn't be. If he got some newer clothes, then we would be able to go out whenever. "I have an entire empty drawer in my room that you could put all your stuff in. Plus, wouldn't it be nice to have some pajamas of your own instead of wearing my stuff?" I asked. He put his head down.

"I quite like your stuff," he said in a shy tone of voice. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Oh, that's fine," I rushed out defensively. "I was just throwing the idea out there."

"Do you want me to give them back to you?" he asked, still just as shy as before.

"No, no," I said, putting my hands up. "They're yours now. You keep them. They fit you better anyway." He smiled at me as he brought his head up a little. I relaxed in my seat. Glad that I hadn't accidentally offended him in some way. There was a pause between us.

"I saw that you had a record player. Could I use that at some point?" he asked, pointing generally toward the stack of records and the player.

"Yeah," I answered. But, then I remembered the indefinite amount of Queen albums I had in that collection. "But, you'll have to let me edit down the choices before you use it the first time."

"Why?" he asked, oblivious to what I was thinking. It took everything in my being not to say 'because I have almost every album your band has ever made'. Thankfully, I filtered myself.

"There's some music in there from after your time. Can't have you listening to that. You might get ideas and steal their music before they even wrote it." I explained.

"Yes, but that wouldn't be breaking any kind of copyright. And maybe it might be good to hear one or two. Bring them back with me and get the ball rolling for my band." He said, possibly teasing and joking a little. He was opening up.

"Wouldn't that be cheating?" I teased.

"Not cheating if you're copying something that doesn't exist yet," he explained.

"I guess you're right. But, I'm not going to take any chances," I smiled at him. He smiled back. We stayed there for a while longer before leaving to get some clothes. Thankfully, I lived pretty close to the mall. I jumped in my car and John got in on the other side. He looked confused as he sat down.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Dropping everything to see what was going on with him.

"I'm on the wrong side," he said, not taking his eyes off the dashboard in front of him.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "We drive on a different side than you do in England."

"And I'm in America," he stated, still in some sort of a daze.

"Yes?" I dragged on. I had an American accent. Not one you could mistake for anywhere else in the world. He had heard me speak a countless number of times already since he got here. Why was he now just realizing that he was in America?

"Am I in...New York?" he asked. It occurred to me that I had never mentioned what state I was in to him. Or that we were in America. He came up with that on his own.

"Yes, you are. What's this about?" I asked, still trying to read what was going on in his mind.

"I was in New York when I left. I remember. But why was I here?" He confessed. My eyebrows raised. Why were Brian, Roger, and John in New York when they weren't a big deal over here yet? It made no sense.

"Are you sure it was New York?" I asked.

"It's still very cloudy, but I remember New York," he explained. I let out a sigh.

"Huh. Okay, well, at least that's more than you remembered yesterday. Keep trying. You'll get all of it eventually." I patted his shoulder and rubbed my thumb across it. He looked over at me and gave me a shy, sad smile. Mainly because he was disappointed he couldn't remember anything else.

When I turned back to the wheel and turned the keys, I felt my face flush red. I had touched his shoulder. It wasn't much, but I was screaming inside. I had tried to break the 'touch barrier' with him. And even though he didn't understand what was happening, I was embarrassed.

What was I doing? Being selfish and trying to get him to like me? He was here for help. He's here because he's lost and confused and had no one to help him. You were kind enough to open your door and let him stay with you. That doesn't mean he has to like you. That doesn't mean he owes you anything. If something happened, I would love it. But, I shouldn't expect anything to happen. Just focus on getting him home. That's where my focus should be. Not on getting him to like me.

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I parked the car close to the entrance of the mall. It was your standard, suburban mall with families walking in and out. It was a weekday, so there weren't that many people. But, there were still enough that I was nervous that someone might recognize John. As soon as I stopped, John looked over at me with his hand on the door handle. I didn't move. Just staring out at the people crossing the parking lot.

"Amy?" He squeaked, trying to get me out of my trance. I shook my head and looked over at him.

"Sorry," I said. I took another quick glance at the people and then back at John. Someone might recognize him and I hadn't thought this through. I remembered that there was a baseball cap in my back seat. I reached back there and grabbed it. A New York Yankees hat that my brother had left with me when he last visited. I would wear it from time to time, but I was thankful it was in here right now. "Put this on," I commanded. He took it hesitantly.

"Okay?" he said as he put it on his head. Pulling the brim down so he could see well. He looked over at me and gave me a smile. I took in his appearance shook my head.

"No, not good enough. Try tucking your hair into the hat." I suggested.

"Can I ask why?" he said, taking the hat off and collecting his hair into his hands.

"Your hairstyle isn't the most...fashionable right now. And people might give you funny looks. Just trying to diminish that. Don't want anyone getting suspicious." It was a complete lie, but I needed to come up with something that would get him to cover himself up. He could pass as someone who just looked like John without the hair staring everyone in the face. With the hair, people might start to think. Not that their minds would jump to time travel, but someone might recognize how similar he looked to Deacy and want to take their picture with him. It was just added noise I didn't want to deal with.

"Better?" he asked, having stuffed his hair up into the cap. He looked like he did in the pictures with his short hair. I always liked the short hair better on him, but he always looked great in any hairstyle.

"Yes," I nodded. "Let's go." We got out of the car and I came around to John's side. He had waited for me since he had no idea where to go once he got to the doors of the mall. I held my key fob out in my hand. "Want to see something cool?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. Excited to see more sides of what the future held. I clicked the lock button on my keys and the car beeped. Telling us that it locked. "It's locked now," I informed him. "Try the door." He pulled on the handle and it wouldn't open. A smile spread across his face as he turned back to me.

"That's fascinating," he beamed. I couldn't help but smile as well. His happiness was so infectious that I couldn't help but participate in it.

I led him into the mall. Immediately, we're bombarded with ads and television screens that seem very normal to me, but all brand new to John. He was trying to read everything he passed, trying to figure out what exactly was happening in each of the ads. He even stopped to watch the security camera screens that showed his movements in real time. He hadn't seen anything like that before. I had walked out in front of him and when I realized he wasn't behind me anymore, I turned and saw he had stopped in the middle of the aisle. I ran back to him and wrapped my hand around his wrist.

"Come on," I laughed.

"But, that was me up there. Did you see that?" He said excitedly. I just nodded without looking at him.

"Yes. It's a security feature. So thieves and buglers know that they're being filmed. It's kind of like a scare tactic to try and stop crime before it happens." I was keeping my voice low so people wouldn't question why I was explaining the cameras to a grown man. I pulled him behind me until we got to a department store. I walked in and finally let go of his wrist. My face flushing again when I realized I was holding it for so long. I gestured into the store. "Go ahead," I said.

"Where do I go?" He asked.

"Wherever you want. Just stay in the store." I explained. I was hoping to shop some as well and get some time alone to think some more about this whole situation.

"Can...okay," he said. His defeated tone rang in my ears.

"Can what, Deacy?" I asked. Putting my hand on his shoulder to stop him from walking past me. He took a step back. He looked at me for a second before dropping his face to look at his hands. He was playing with his fingers, nervous to ask me. "It's okay. What is it?" I asked in a sweeter, softer tone.

"Can you come with me? I don't know anything about what might look good on me." He explained. There was a small pause. "Plus, I don't want to get lost and not be able to find you." He was acting like an adorable little kid. My eyebrows softened at his shyness and nervousness. I nodded.

"Okay. Okay, yeah, I'll go with you. Come on," I led him over to the men's section. It seemed to stretch on for miles. As soon as we stepped foot in the section, I realized how much of a bad idea it was to send him walking around alone. My eyes glided over the t-shirt section and I saw a Queen shirt staring me in the face. I quickly turned the opposite direction and John followed. There was a sitting area over by the fitting rooms and I sat John down there. "Okay, I think the best way to do this is for me to bring you clothes to try on. Is that okay?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yes, that's fine," he affirmed.

"Alright," I looked around the area to make sure there was nothing he could see from where he was sitting that might give him a glimpse into the future. When I didn't see anything, I turned back to him. "I'll be back." He nodded and folded his hands in his lap, just waiting for me to get back.

I walked through the aisles of clothes, touching every piece of clothing I passed. Just trying to get a feel for the fabric. I thought back to the hundreds of pictures of John I saw over the years. Specifically, candid photos of him when he wasn't on stage. Photos of him in bell-bottom jeans, like the ones he was wearing, hoodies, t-shirts, and button-up shirts. I figured I shouldn't stray from what he liked. I would also be guessing on his size, but I figured I could do that pretty well. Plus, if something didn't fit, I could always go back and grab a different size. I walked around looking at the hoodies, none of which seemed that great, and the t-shirts. They had them all displayed out, but all of them had pop culture references on them, most of them weren't ones he would get. There was one shirt with the Jurassic Park logo on it, and I considered getting that for him. But, I figured it wasn't my best move. Instead, I just giggled to myself about the prospect of him wearing a movie shirt that had an actor in it who would later play him.

I did see a mickey mouse shirt that I grabbed for him. It was soft and I thought it might look good on him. From what I could remember, he liked Disney, but I couldn't remember if this Deacy liked Disney. I walked over to the button-up shirts. I grabbed a bunch of them, about 10. All looking pretty similar to each other. Flannel patterned or simple colors. Just some nice soft shirts for him to wear. I wanted all of these things to be comfortable for him since most of the clothes now weren't made of leather or silk. Something most of his stage clothes were made of.

I even grabbed a couple more plain t-shirts as well as a few with sayings on them that weren't pop culture related. I took the stack of clothes in my hands and walked back over to Deacy. He stood up as soon as he saw me and grabbed the clothes from my arms.

"Here. Just some shirts for now. Start seeing how these fit," I informed. He balanced the clothes in his arms and gave me a smile.

"Thanks," he said. He disappeared into the fitting room and I left to start finding some pants for him. I was guessing even more with these. I had no idea what to get him. So I grabbed a couple of different sizes of each kind of pant I got.

There were some jeans that were a more timid version of bell-bottoms. There were also skinny jeans and wide leg/boyfriend jeans that I thought would be interesting for him to try. I even grabbed him some sweatpants as well. I intentionally grabbed some gray ones because I thought he would look great in them.

I walked back over to the fitting rooms, but John was still inside. I crept closer to the door and didn't know what to do. Should I wait for him to come back out, or should I go in and give these to him.

"John?" I called out into the fitting rooms. I didn't want to call him Deacy out loud yet. Especially when there might be other people in there with him.

"In here," he said. "There's no one else in here." I followed the sound of his voice and found his dressing room. I knocked softly on the door.

"I have some pants for you to try," I said. Waiting for him to answer.

"You can come in. Just drop them on the chair," he replied. I paused for a moment. Not wanting to invade his privacy, but I figured he wouldn't have told me to come in unless he was willing to see me. I opened the door while I balanced the pants in my other arm. I walked in and placed the pants down on an empty chair. I saw the baseball cap hooked on the back of the chair.

When I looked back up at John, he was trying on one of the flannel button-ups with his hair now freed from the hat. He had just put the shirt on so his chest was on full display as he adjusted the collar. His hands came down to start buttoning up the bottom buttons. He turned toward me as I tried not to stare at him. Thankfully, I think I played it off well.

"Thanks, I'll get to those in a minute." He smiled. I smiled back before leaving the dressing room. I let out a breath of air when I got back into the store. Rubbing my face that was flush once again and softly hitting my cheeks. He wasn't mine to ogle at. I was being selfish again, but I just couldn't help it. He looked too good like that. I had set myself up for a world of trouble with the clothes I picked out for him.

I sat and waited for him to come out. He did a couple of times, telling me that some of the clothes were too big or too small and I would go and find a better size. But, mostly everything fit. As I was going through everything we had, I realized something.

"Don't you need...underwear?" I said, nervous to ask the question. His face flushed red this time.

"Oh yeah, probably." He replied. "Where would that be?" He looked around, trying to hide his deep pink cheeks from me, but I saw them anyway. I pointed.

"Over there. Think you can handle this one by yourself?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yep," he said as he quickly walked over to that section. I watched as he picked out a pack of tighty-whiteys and walked back over to me. "Okay, good to go." He seemed shy and embarrassed again. He was very cute when he was like that.

We checked out, bags in hand and slung over our arms as we got back in the car. Thankfully, it was still light out so we still had a bit of the day left ahead of us. Just as we sat down in the car, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was Dana.

Hey, do u still want me to come over today?

I had totally forgotten that I told her to come over. I turned away from John to answer her. Just so that I wouldn't have to explain what a text was to him just yet.

Yeah, come over in like an hour. Pretend u left something at my place and u came to get it back. Ill explain everything when u get there

She agreed and I drove us home. Thankfully, John didn't ask me what I was doing. I went to turn on the radio but stopped my hand halfway. I couldn't trust the radio stations to not play Queen.

"Something the matter?" John asked.

"Uh, no. I just uh..." I was stammering to find any explanation for what I was doing. I quickly moved my hand to grab a Beatles cd that I had underneath the radio. "Needed to grab this," I said, holding the cd up to him.

"You know about the Beatles?" he asked. I sat there for a minute, trying to formulate an answer.

"Yes. They, uh...They are probably one of the biggest bands ever. Their music never went away and everyone loves them. Well, most people do. If someone says they don't like the Beatles, they're either a bad person or lying." I joked. I don't know why I decided to tell him the truth about that part of history, but it couldn't hurt much. I knew I shouldn't tell him the big stuff like when John or George died, but I could tell him about their legacy. I slipped the CD out of its case and put it in the driver.

"Wow, might be cool to be like that someday," he said wistfully. Little did he know.

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raquelinseoul · 5 years

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Site-seeing, Poopooland & visiting cafés

So, almost three days have passed, time for an update! Yesterday (17th), was a rest day. The topside of right foot had a swollen spot. Probably overworked a muscle or something. It hurt quite a bit after a long day of walking and exploring on the 16th, so let’s start by telling what I was up to on that day. The Trick Eye Museum in Seoul is a museum that allows you to take fun and creative pictures, with the usage of an app, or by just providing fun scenes and with the right angle, you can snap a fun picture as well. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but when I found it on the internet, it seemed like a fun and unique experience (and not expensive) so why not?

It was quite busy. A lot of families, parents who want take cute pictures of their children, who don’t wanna co-operate or are not posing cute enough. So for some photo scenes, I didn’t bother waiting for them. Luckily, my boyfriend is a good model who knows how to work the camera. Or he doesn’t care that much. Me on the other hand, is not that confident by her looks, so she doesn’t pose that much for the camera, or is more picky aboout it. Anyways, here are some fun shots~

Apparently, our ticket also included a visit to the Ice Museum. The idea was the same as the Trick Eye Museum, but less eye tricking and more ice. I thought that I would like the cold, freezing feeling instead of the sticky, sweatyness, but this was a little too much. It looked cute and fun tho, so I’m happy I still went in there, even if it was only for like 15 minutes

Afterwards, we kinda strolled down the cute and fun streets of the area. I came across some make-up brand stores that I’m currently using, so I stacked up on some make-up products. What kinda bothers me here is that you get instantly tailed by a shop employee once you enter the store. I’m assuming that’s just something they do here, but I feel super pressured and watched, and it makes me very uneasy. Sometimes, I just like to look around in a store without wanting to buy anything. Guess I kinda now have to ‘consider’ if it’s worth getting into a store, because there will be someone watching my every move.

We made our way to the Thanks Nature Café. This is an animal café, which are very popular in Asia but also making their way in Europe, but this is an animal café with sheeps!! In the middle of a big city! At first, I was kinda concerned if they animals would be able to live a proper life, with these circumstances here, but after checking for reviews and other information, I figured the sheeps are taken good care of, and I wanted to see them. It was a little bit difficult to find the café. I was looking for a big sign that had something with sheeps on, but we kinda missed it the first time. But we made it eventually and omg, the sheeps were so cute, the café was cute and the drinks were very good!

We just hung out here for a little while. I had a yoghurt shake that was quite sweeter than I expected, so it took me a little while to finish it. In the meantime, we were looking at our route to a sort-of game museum. We were kinda unsure if it was really a museum or if it was really there, but we figured that we might as well take a look. It wasn’t that far from our current location. It turned out, it wasn’t quite an official museum, but more of an antique collection/shop of figurines and toys and anything that relates to that. But if you just wanted to look at old stuff, you could consider it a museum.

Continuing the nerd stuff, we wanted to try the famous Korean PC Bangs. PC Bangs are basically internet cafés, but upgraded to the max to be an internet café for the gamers. Gaming is super populair in Korea, so in almost every district, you’ll find several PC Bangs. Besides gaming on the best PC’s that are currently available, you’re also able to order food and drinks while you’re gaming. One PC Bang makes the food self, the others order it for you at a shop nearby, and make sure it is delivered to your desk. We just decided to game for 1,5 hour, which costed €1,50. Seriously, compared to the Euro, everything is so cheap here. I played some Overwatch. I needed to do some translating with live Google Translate to connect to right sever and everything, but eventually, I made it in.

Afterwards, we ended up at another Kakao Friends Store. This one was 3 stories high and had it’s own café at the top. Ofcourse, we couldn’t just ignore all the cute things in here, so once again, it was café time.

& then, my foot really died. We picked up some Mcdonalds on our way home and went to bed. As I mentioned before, yesterday was resting day, so we just watched some Netflix and did some relaxing in our AC covered bedroom.

Today was the day we would visit Poopoo Land. Poopoo Land kinda has the same concept as the Trick Eye Museum. Giving you fun little settings for you to take pictures in, all in the theme of cute poop. Poopoo Land also had a little more themepark-ish features. There was a sort quiz you could do while you were discovering Poopoo Land. Went down the digestive system, aka you role playing as poop. It was fun to do. We eventually had 2 questions wrong out of 20 I believe, so our price was two cute little buttons. That I’ll be sure to add on my backpack

Making our way to the district centre afterwards, we came across this little mall. It was covered with art of several artists, all in the theme of cats! Me as a cat and art lover, loved seeing all this different art styles and cute drawings of cats. Some of the artist that were shown here had their own little shop! Needless to say, I had to make a small stop there, to get a closer look at everything.

Our poop related journey had to come to an end at the Poo Café. Because why wouldn’t you drink your coffee out of a toilet and eat your ice cream and waffles out one of those old Asian style squad toilets?

After our poo-licious lunch, we headed to the Jogyesa Temple. This is one of the most well-known Buddhist temples and my boyfriend being a Buddhist, we had to make a visit here. It was absolutely beautiful. In the middle of street, between the high, grey buildings, was this temple. In a way, it looked at of place, but once you entered the ground of the temple, it felt like nothing else was there.

Our last highlight of the day was the cat café we stumbled upon. We went in, had some drinks, ofcourse, and I made sure that every cat was there got enougb attention from me, and took atleast 10 pictures per cat. The face was very clean and there was enough place for cats to do their own thing, mostly sleeping. Precious little babies

That’s it for now~! Sorry for the lack of interesting text, but I hope you guys enjoy the pictures~ Byeeeeeeeeeeee

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bixbobbynet · 5 years

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181115 | Santa’s Elves [AU]

HB: Every year without fail, Hanbin takes his daughter, Yooae, to the shopping mall downtown a week before Christmas. A key feature to the festivities include sitting on Santa’s lap and making a wish. Yooae always seems to ask for easy gifts to fulfill, so he’s more than happy to do let her develop a list. Besides that, the mall includes something of a classroom art activity for the children. His daughter had always been too young to partake in it, however is eligible this year. Folks around town call it ‘Santa’s Workshop’ as it has allowed the kids to pretend like they’re Santa’s elves, and make a range of fun and colorful crafts. “Can I? Can I really?” Yooae asks excitedly; practically bouncing out of her shoes. “Of course, sweetheart. We can make gingerbread houses, and Christmas tree ornaments, and anything else you want to do.” The black-haired male wonders if he can leave momentarily to buy some last-minute presents. Unfortunately, it’s yet another year where the two of them only have each other, but if he can see his little girl smile then nothing else really matters.

BB: "c'mon, dad - how long does your hair have to take, are you trying to meet someone at a /kids/ workshop?" Haru rolls her eyes as she thunders down the hall, dinosaur backpack swinging behind her with every step as she pulls herself into her boots and jacket. Jiwon, ever so amused at the incredibly sassy nature of the girl - something she's definitely picked it up from her mother, - grabs his car keys and lets her hop into the vehicle before he locks the door with one last look at his perfectly coiffed strands. "Just looking good for you," he answers here with a laugh, reaching over to ruffle the 8-year old's hair as she buckles herself in, and he pulls carefully out of the driveway. The mall is bustling with far too many last-minute shoppers, all sweaty shoulders and squeaky sneakers on tile when the two of them attempt to push through the crowd in the direction of Santa's workshop. "what do you want to do first, Haru-ya? Should we look for something for Donghyuk samchun?"

HB: Having decided to stick around through the introductory section of the children’s workshop, he’s acutely aware of the people that are looking at him. No part of this situation—just a father and his daughter—seem to make sense to them in a place filled with mothers and their children about to do arts and crafts. Yooae fidgets in her seat as her legs sway back and forth. The 7-year-old has always been a bit hyperactive, but Hanbin has never once faulted her for it. If anything, he’s always found endearing; even if she accidentally kicks him sometimes. In the meantime, the mandatory instructions are over and done with, and the families are free to begin on their projects. In their particular group, they’ve forgone the coloring pages in favor of the gingerbread house-making. Yooae immediately begins to instruct him on what to do as her very own personal assistant. His job includes pouring ready-made icing into an applicator, and laying out all the pieces of the house while his little boss picks out the decorations.

BB: the instructor's introduction has already started by the time he hurries in with his daughter, in the back of his mind blaming the incredibly filled parking spots in the lot out front, fighting to thread through lanes of traffic and honking cars in the early winter's breeze. haphazardly he shoves Haru to one of the empty stations at the corner of the room, just next to another little girl who looks to be a around her age - part of him hopes the workshop will take a substantial enough amount of time so that he can do some shopping of his own. "--parents, if you could please take your places, we can begin with setting up the basic structure of the gingerbread house, and softening the icing for Santa's helpers here," the program coordinator drones on as Jiwon peeks over at Haru and watches at where she's already taking everything out of their packaging, arranging the candy by size and colour. "hey slow down, let me help with that," he complains before grasping hold of the icing tube, working gentle fingers down the plastic encasing. chuckling softly, he turns to the parent situated beside him with a grin, ready to make a joke when he notices just how.. attractive his neighbour is. "heh, looks like they barely need our help now, huh?"

HB: Hanbin fixes his posture as he holds one side of the construction in place on the white, rectangular base. Getting the icing into the bag feels so much more tedious in comparison, and Yooae insists on doing that part anyway. He’s watching his little girl carefully empty out the bowl and start work on connecting each side of the building. It’s here that he hears an unfamiliar voice speak on his right-hand side, so he turns with an automatic smile—partly because he’s already been smiling, and partly because the statement rings true. “And here I thought I had a couple more months to go.” He responds playfully. The brunet looks over at the stranger’s daughter, and is even more pleased to learn how similar their situations are. “She looks pretty clever. I bet she’s pretty smart, isn’t she?” He asks joyously, knowing full well the look of a proud father. “Hold this wall, too, daddy.” His own cuts his train of thought to revert his attention back to the project at hand; doing as requested of him within a moment’s notice. “There’s no crumbles for the road to the house..” She says with a frown. He quickly looks for a substitute among their limited stash of decorations and candy. He soon picks up a couple options with his free hand. “We can crush the lollipop or.. skittles.” Yooae seems to light up at the idea, then grabs the candies straight out of his grasp. “Anything else, sweetheart?” She doesn’t answer very clearly; presumably unsure herself.

BB: the voice that's emitted from the young father isn't quite what he expects, but it's velvety, subtle; he finds himself a little in awe before he snaps out of his reverie and flashes a sheepish grin. "more like a couple years... they really grow up so fast. how old is yours? she's beautiful." Jiwon's soft gaze follows down to where the little girl is fussing with the walls, an earnest comment out of the plethora of badly-behaved kids he's encountered before. She's quiet, but determined - not unlike his own daughter who's more keen on working away than socializing. the two males trail off briefly to tend to - or, supervise - their own projects in various stages of completion; Haru is already trying to stack the roof and handed him a package of sprinkles to rip open when his neighbour speaks, drawing his attention to the warm, twinkling gaze and high cheekbones once again. "she's very sharp. gets it from her mother," he chuckles in mock-exasperation, "Witty, but stubborn." As if proving his point he gestures to the girl, who in turn whips back to frown at him with a pout. "That definitely comes from you," she huffs, then ignoring the pair in favour of concentrating on her house. they work in silence for a little while longer, Haru quietly instructing Jiwon to hold pieces for her as they dried - hence his current squatted position trying to keep the green Christmas tree in place. "-- don't use the lollipop, that's for the door," both parents blink at the girl when she breaks the silence to point at the candies in Yooae's grasp. "here - use my extra cookies," pudgy fingers push a package of crumbled chocolate chip cookies in her direction as Jiwon looks on with a proud grin. "that's very sweet of you, Haru-ya. What do you want to use for yours?"

HB: Delighted to talk about her own, he answers right away. “She’s seven. A month away from eight, in fact.” He softly brushes Yooae’s hair as he speaks. “What about yours?” It’s truly not everyday that he gets to talk to another father, especially with the kind of sigma he’s surrounded by.

He watches the way Yooae reacts to the act of kindness. Although she voices her thanks the other girl and accepts the cookies right away, she feels conflicted somehow; as if her plans are all stupid and this other girl’s a complete genius. Then, because she’s always been more influenced by Hanbin than his counterpart, Yooae hurries up to finish the basis of the gingerbread house since finishing the task always comes first.

As soon as the house is built, the decoration is done fully by the kid herself. It seems like the best time to leave temporarily to do some last-minute shopping, but then again, he’s not that comfortable leaving his 7-year-old daughter in the middle of a mall—least of all when Yooae hasn’t gotten a phone yet.

Hanbin settles for the idea that they’ll be shopping with one another once all the events are over and done with. In addition to that, he’d somehow been convinced that they would need to have ice cream afterwards. In the meantime, Yooae’s been chatting away one-sidedly at all her decoration choices—and by some means created candy people to represent ‘father and daughter’ living in this semi-edible abode.

BB: Jiwon watches fondly as the little girl stirs under her father's gentle hand, shifting slightly although she doesn't deviate from her concentration. "Wow, she's a big girl, huh?" He snaps out of his reverie with a smile and meets the other male's own, nostalgia laced in his tone. "Almost nine, now... it's been so long I don't know what I'd do without her." In so many years of raising Haru alone, he only found comfort in her companionship and the ups and downs they both went through together -- he feels guilty for how difficult it's been for her growing up without a mother but she knows that he's doing his best. And no one understands him better than she does.

The rest of the room is filled with the various sounds of whining children, the clattering of candies and wrappers, and the faint jingle of Christmas tunes just drowning out the cries of frustrated parents. It might be the happiest time of the year, but kids being off from school always means extra chaos. He's summoned yet again to tear the individual packaging off the colourful gumdrops when Haru starts to build the "bushes", intermittently feeding him the candies that look too squished or came out crumbled. Jiwon's just satisfied watching her triumph over the small project, her cheeks puffed in determination - and the squeal she emits when he distracts her with a wet chocolatey peck to the cheek. "Daddy stop, you're gross," comes the mutter, despite the tight clutch in his sleeve that remains with the fingers of her free hand.

He glances over to the warm sight of the other parent and the lively conversation happening with his daughter, at which he merely chuckles and peeks over in a bout of curiosity. "So have you two gotten all your Christmas shopping done yet?"

HB: Hanbin’s dark locks fell over his eyes as he watched his daughter in such animated actions. “I know what you mean.” Soft-spoken, yet visibly reminiscent of a period long passed. “She’ll always be my little girl, though. No matter what.” He chuckled just to keep it light-hearted and friendly.

Yooae eventually completed her build, however didn’t fail to catch any so-called ‘flaws’ that she had encountered while she gave it a good, thorough inspection. Hanbin could reassure her to hell and heaven, and back again, but it seemed like that just would not stick. “You made such a beautiful gingerbread house, sweetie. I’m so proud of you.” He pulled the little girl closer for a small squeeze before she started whining and pushing off of him in embarrassment.

“Thank you..” She muttered after a short while.

The two of them made quick work of their hands, and tidied up their station. There was nothing in particular to throw away, though, as Yooae was somewhat efficient in her construction. In the meantime, he heard the other father speak out once more. He couldn’t tell if the man was trying to be polite or was genuinely invested into their broken conversation. Either way, he enjoyed the company of the other. “Oh, i’m afraid not.” He wiped the table in loose motions. “We’ll be going around for some last-minute shopping once we’re done here.” Hanbin pulled his sweater’s sleeve back to reveal his watch. “It’s almost lunch, so maybe that should be taken care of first.” He faced the other once more with a soft smile. “If you have some time, would you care to join us?”

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ellipsesarefun · 6 years

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FOR @konaharts !!!!! This is my pinch hit for @keitorexchange event!!!

Hope you enjoy this??? kinda my first time to do a keitor huhu please go easy on me

Prince Lotor has one of the most outstanding albums of the year and Keith has yet to buy one. Word around the gossip mongers, though, say that Prince Lotor himself will be arranging his first private concert in the nearest mall right across the music store Keith works at. Additionally, anyone who signs up and wins a private concert ticket also gets a signed copy of P. Lotor's latest album (plus, if anyone's feeling lucky, a selfie with P. Lotor himself).

And no, he's not that excited like his friends claim he is. He definitely hasn't stared at the sign up page every time he's on break and no he definitely wasn't checking his phone for any notifications. Not at all.

"You definitely are." Pidge teases him and he flinches at the use of a present tense while stacking a pile of music records at the corner of the store, "Just listening to you rave about him with those adorable sparkling violet eyes of yours for hours on end is already a nuisance."

Keith shoots his mouth open but Pidge shushes him with her complaint, "I can't even do my homework around you!" His cheeks pooled when he eyes her quirked lips and gleaming eyes.

"First of all, my eyes don't sparkle." Keith shoot her a bland look as he careful places the last stack of records, "Second of all, I haven't been talking about him-"

"Raving. About it him, Keith." Pidge corrects, Cheschire grin in place, "Raving."

"For that long, Pidge." He continues on as though she hasn't opened her blasted mouth, "Not that long." He crosses his arms over his chest. Pidge's giggles burst into guffaws.

"Sure," she stutters through her laughter, "Tell yourself that." She pauses and then the same gleaming smile shines back on. "Fan boy."

He grumbles a sigh and turns back to the list of things he has to do today. Why is he friends with her again? And why is she here again? He rolls his eyes and checks his phone for a small email notification bell and was met with only a lockscreen of P. Lotor's latest album photo. His friend caught the image as well, responding a not-so-subtle sharp arch of an eyebrow and a dry expression.

He knows what's coming and prepares himself for the mockery that'll be thrown his way but jolts to a stop when a Ping! from his mobile phone caught his attention. His eyes swoop down and widen at the email notification. Immediately, he swipes his password, opens his mail and-

Congratulations!

You've won!

Hey Keith Kogane,

Congratulations, you've won a private concert with the one and only talented Prince Lotor, along with a signed copy of his latest album, 'Vrepit Za!' Selfies and pictures are permitted by the given guidelines (see page 2 on guidelines). You are allowed to bring at the maximum of three guests. Send a message through this number xx-xxx-xxxx for us to let you know when and where to claim your ticket! Have a great day!

There's a hitch in his breath and a thump in this heart before his head suddenly bursts into squeals for joy as his hands shake at the and the muscles on his cheeks ache for a blinding smile. He was so wrapped up in his own euphoria that he almost forgets that a certain presence is still in this room. Almost. His teeth wrench his lower lip to stop the smile.

"So who're you bringing with?" Pidge asks from behind and by now he knows that she's playfully batting her eyelashes. Pfft

He turns around with a curl on his lips and a gleam in his eyes and says, "Who else?" Pidge beams and cracks a grin at him.

"Awesome!" She says as they clasp their palms together, "I'll be there as punctual as possible!" Of course she'll be early. "And I'll call up Lance and Hunk too!" ...And of course Lance is coming. Hunk is tame and he can handle Pidge, but Lance? He'll never hear the end of Lance's teasing. He shakes his head.

"Anyways," Pidge slings her bag over her shoulder, "I gotta go! Try not to embarrass yourself!" Before he could form a comeback she aims a punch on his shoulder and when he finally does find one (because, come on, it's Lance is the one who should try not to embarrass himself), she's already sauntering of to wherever. Probably something to do with that new robot she, Hunk, and Lance have been scheming and building for the past couple months now.

When he's finally left alone, he breaks down his barriers and lets a smile fall on his face. He lifts his phone and looks to the email he received. No matter how many times he reads through the paragraph word per word, line per line, he still could not believe his luck.

He has so much to prepare.

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He has little to prepare at all. He's only going to bring his wallet, ID's and what not but nothing academic of the sort.

Still.

It's the fifth time he's checked himself in the mirror and he's not satisfied. Slightly rustled hair, accompanied with a tiny eyeshadow and stoic mien to mask his blazing excitement, along with plain red t-shirt that says "May the 4th be with you" and simple black jeans and sneakers isn't going to cut it. Maybe he needs more gel to flatten his tousled hair? Maybe the shirt's too much (but this is the fifth shirt he's changed)? Or maybe-

"Stop thinking about it so much." Pidge pesters him from his seat by the desk with a nudge on the shoulder, "Another wardrobe change is going to mess your closet and I'm not going to be the one who's going fix it!" He parts his lips but she shushes him once again This is happening too often.

"And no need to change your underwear," she pesters him some more as she throws his favorite underwear at his face until all he can see is light-sabers on a blue background, "No one's going to know your little secret."

He daintily takes the underwear off his face and slowly sets it on the table, as though his own blunt nails can rip through the threads, and glowered at her. "Can you not?" He says, fiddling the edge of his shirt and patting his hair. Unmitigated by his annoyance, she smiles.

"I can and I will." She replies, that same gleaming smile on her face, "I'm going down and meet with the others." Pidge stands up and pats him on the shoulder more than once and he falls for the bait, batting her hands away. She's already by the door before he can make a quip and she flashes one last giggle at her overly tense friend.

"Don't take too long!!' She reminds him and she slips out of the door before he can bang it on her face. Once her footsteps fade, he grunts to himself and checks his phone for the nth time. It's five minutes till six in the evening and the concert won't start until it's seven. Seems like he's got time but every tick of the clock counts and he's losing bit by bit of this safety net.

He heaves a sigh. It doesn't abate his nervousness but his excite hasn't waned in a moment, instead it multiplied to thousands. He's meeting his favorite artist today. Today. Today.

"KEITH LET"S GO." Right. Yes. Going. He's finally going. With friends. Oh quiznack.

"Coming!" He yells from his room as he rummages his things in a small slingbag. He hastily fixes his shoelaces and he gives himself one more look at the mirror before zooming down the stairs and out of his apartment where his friends are grinning like mad and greeting him with a tease and a pat on the back.

It took fifteen minutes for them to arrive due to a heavy traffic along the highway and limited parking space but he's glad to have sometime to compose himself (and he's also silently grateful for Hunk offering to drive them all there even when he's been poking at him by playing P. Lotor's album on the radio the whole ride here). The four of them decide on a place to eat and settled for a semi-empty restaurant with fair enough food.

By the time they've packed up to leave, it's already fifteen minutes till seven. Keith restrains himself from brisk walking. Part of him wants to dash out of the mall and find a cab to drive him back but Pidge, of course, somehow notices and grasps his hand and pulls him along, their paces doubled. Lance and Hunk follow on beside him, and Keith has no where to escape. Great.

They walk past a couple of stores, turned right, and before Keith comprehends, they're all standing in front of the glass doors of a studio, the view obstructed by black paper. Pidge releases him from her hold and she knocks on the glass door. No one had to wait long and then they're all inside, sitting on comfy velvet couch and drinking cool ice teas offered by the staff. They're all facing a mini stage, with the whole set of instruments and the like and a closed door to the right.

And then suddenly, that door opens and Prince Lotor comes in along with his other friends. Prince Lotor. PRINCE LOTOR. In high ponytail, black turtleneck, ripped jeans, and black boots. Prince Lotor. He feels as though his heart has collided with a brick wall and he stops his mental screaming for a moment of breath.

"Hello everyone!" The familiar satin and sulky voice he's heard in those albums greets them with a saccharine smile, "Welcome to the private concert! How are you all?" His friends throw a hoot while Keith offers a shy smile. Lotor's beaming yellow eyes flit from face to face until it lands on Keith. His smile stretches to a full grin.

"Who here is Keith?" Lotor asks, keeping his gaze on Keith. He stills his body from fidgeting when his friends blatantly point at him. For some unknown reason, Lotor pulls a charming grin (then again, everything about him is just so charming) and stretches out a hand.

"Hello Keith," He greets him, and he can't refrain his own smile from stretching any wider nor his cheeks from blushing into a rose pink color. Keith replies with a small nod and takes the hand offered to him. He lets himself linger at the calloused feel of Lotor's skin before letting go a few ticks later. Dazed, Keith blinks the moment away while Lotor introduces his friends: Acxa, Ezor, Zethrid, and Narti. Ezor rushes, blazing in pink long fringes and pink-black ensemble, to them with an enthusiastic hug, immediately reintroducing herself ("Nice to meet you all!"). Zethrid follows up with an iron grip handshake while Acxa and Narti politely wave.

The events turn towards everyone greeting everyone with waves, gestures, or even some flirtatious marks (Lance). Lotor initiates the conversation first by asking how their day went (pretty chill, for a Saturday, exams just finished), what they do for a living (they're all students with part-time jobs), and anything mundane. They bond over food, with Hunk sharing his kitchen hacks and Ezor and Zethrid supplying with a combination of their favorite dishes. The conversation drags on to other random topics before Lotor interjects between a debate on a TV series, asking Keith what song would he like to play while flashing another one of those saccharine smiles.

Keith ignores the flame heating his cheeks and suggests, "Your favorite." He swears that Lotor's eyes soften at that. He watches his favorite musician sit on the chair by the mini stage. Lotor places a guitar on his lap and a foot on the guitar footstool as though he's following his muscle memory. There's a pause where Lotor lets his eyelids fall to a close and he breathes for several ticks until his fingers move in tandem.

Keith hasn't seen much of Lotor playing the guitar, not even through past live concerts he's watched through GalraTube. He hasn't heard this song, either, not from the previews in the GalraTube or anywhere else. It's different from any of the songs of the recent album because while they're fast-paced and techno, this one feels like he's on a slow drive accross the sunset with the wind kissing his face. Mesmerized, Keith lingers on the fingers dancing across the fretboard as Lotor's silky voice carries with his right fingers tiptoeing on the strings in a melancholic lullaby.

The tune spins in his head with memories of his own past, the ones longed buried now dredged up to the surface. He feels like he's floating on an ocean full of emotions he never wanted to revisit. They ripple through his thoughts over and over and then he gasps at his eyes welling up with tears. He blinks once, letting them streak down on his cheeks. By the end of the bridge, he wipes his face, unbeknownst to him that Hunk is doing the same.

This is the side of Lotor's music Keith's never delved into before. It's as though he's touched his heart in an intimate way. He muses if Lotor would ever produce this music live but his train of thought stops when Lotor ends his music with one last strum. There was that same pause again, where the song has ended yet the feelings linger as residue. And then everyone gives a round of applause.

"That was beautiful." praised Acxa.

"I just..." Hunk bawled into tears again.

The others around him clapped and gave their own sentiments. Keith finds his gaze intertwined with Lotor's once again. The corners of his amber eyes crinkled as Lotor wordlessly winks at Keith's direction. Keith gleams another shy smile in return and then he turns away and hovers his glass over to his lips. No one catches them except, well, Pidge. She shoots him a knowing look before returning to her conversation with Zethrid and Narti.

Lotor continues playing for awhile, indulging his own covers of his favorite artists as well as his music from his recent album, Vrepit Za, and music from his past albums. Zethrid and Narti harmonize on some occassions, making silly faces and over-the-top voices. Lance also has his own share of spotlight, only as a means to humor everyone.

When the last music cover ends, it's already past eight by fifteen minutes and everyone decides to wander around the mall. Zethrid, Acxa and Hunk hop over to the nearest bakery store while Narti, Pidge and Lance saunter off to the hardware store for their robot schema. Keith, on the other hand, is idly eyeing the music sheets in one of his favorite music stores a few minutes away from the studio they left.

"Looking for something?" He jerks at the charming voice behind him. Lotor's smile invites his own as the music artist walks to stand beside Keith. He tears his dazed look away from Lotor and instead continues roaming the collection of music sheets.

"Not really." He replies, casting a quick side glance at Lotor for less than a minute and then he's back again idly naming the records in his head, "There are some I don't have in my collection at home but I'm not interested in."

"If there's something you'd like to try, let me know." Lotor states his offer, flashing him a wink. He saunters past Keith, brushing shoulders as he touch so Keith responds with a quirk of an eyebrow and a small curl on his lips. He follows.

Keith begins another conversation again, praising Lotor for the first music he performed earlier. Lotor shares his insights and inspirations for the music, saying it's a personal piece for his family and Keith shares his sentiments earlier. Gradually, breaks away from his own aweness about Lotor and they begin to goof about over classical music.

They continue on amidst the slight crowd of people, knowing that it's already two hours before the mall closes, until they settle themselves outside by the park, where the full moon bares witness to them all and only a flicker of a few blinking balls of light can be seen from below. Keith and Lotor flip past the mundanity of their lives as they converse over their lives of then, now and the future. Of friends and embarrassing snippets. Of lovers and lamentations.

Unfortunately, their conversation was cut short by their friends hollering from afar. Soon, the mall would eventually have to close (as well as the park they're staying at) and there would be no place to sit. Keith, however, doesn't mind.

"I had a great time today."

"As do I."

Because at the end of the night, he got something more than the signed copy of P. Lotor's album, and that was a piece of his music still singing in his heart (plus his personal mobile number and a kiss on the cheek). Definitely worth it.

#keitor #voltron #keitor exchange #ellipsesarefun writes #damn this is a mess of a fluff lmao #fluff abounds

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Dragged Kicking and Screaming ( 10 / 22)

Title: Dragged Kicking and Screaming

Or How Burt Hummel Mashed the Hummels and Hudsons Into One Functioning Family.

Characters(s): Kurt, Burt, Carole, Finn, with short appearances by the New Directions guys and various ops who mostly take up space. Rating: PG13 Summary: Somehow the Hummel household and the Hudson household had to come together…

Chapter Nine

(Authors note: Sorry, Have been caught up n trying to script write for summer musical theater camp...there has got to be a template for it out there somewhere for free, but i never did find one. One scene fixed...two or three more to go. But at least the casting was finished and we don’t think we forgot anyone. however...we have to add characters and lines...we had more kids than parts!)

10.

Breakfast wasn’t pretty. Carole was mad at him, Finn was mad at him and Kurt was just mad. Finn had broken the head of the shower in the bathroom downstairs and hadn’t told anyone. Kurt had had to spend over an hour cleaning up after trying to use the shower. Burt had sent him upstairs to shower before breakfast and told Finn he was buying the new shower head with his own money…Burt would be taking him as soon as they were done and if Finn didn’t produce enough money to pay for it and Burt had to…Finn would be shoveling snow from the shop’s parking lot for the next two months without any compensation for it…in other words without pay. Carole huffed about it but she was holding her head and kept complaining that he was moving the house too much so Burt didn’t really care. She hadn’t appreciated him making her get up and telling her her hang over was her fault, not his, and he had no sympathy for her at all. Kurt had made breakfast, like he said he would, but he made crepes and a frittata, things that Carole and Finn were not used to eating. Finn insisted he should be able to go so he could find real food. Kurt lectured Finn on how what he had made was real food, especially compared to Finn’s sugary dry cereal. Carole snapped at the both and tried to go back up to bed. Burt refused to let anyone leave the table …even after they ate. Well, he let Kurt leave long enough to grab the stack of notebooks and pencil pouch the boy had brought up with him…then he made Kurt sit and stay as well.

“This is the first Hummel-Hudson Family meeting,” Burt said. “We will stay here today until we have come to an agreement on how we are going to do things as a family. I’ve played it everyone else’s way for a bit over a month and come to a conclusion that we should have done this day one, maybe even before day one. I have a list of topics. I am writing everything down. Kurt will write everything down too, I’m sure. If anyone else wants to write things down, go now and get paper and pencils. No one? Good. I have calendars and charts and everything we need. Is there a topic anyone would like to start with?”

Kurt went to say something and snapped his mouth shut, Burt scooted back his chair far enough to see Finn kick him under the table again.

“Finn,” Burt said. “Maybe we’ll start with things like that.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Finn snapped.

“I saw you kick Kurt.” Burt said.

“No,” Carole said. “We’ll start with schedules.”

Burt nodded, but wrote down Finn’s physical picking on Kurt on the side.

Burt pulled out one of the big desktop calendars they had made for the garage every year. Kurt could tell it was the most recent version and one of the promotional ones that they offered customers, along with the checkbook size or the little sticky backed ones that could go in cars.

“This will sit on the island part of the counter that no-one eats at. I want on it work schedules, games and concerts, dates and nights out to the movies, baby sitting, trips, anything that planning must be done for or money must be used for or people should attend. You will put on it school schedules and afterschool practices, and before school practices. I want to see listed places where you will be driving, like to the movies or mall, if they are planned before hand or places where you might need to be driven, as the case may be. Remember, you are to call and get permission to be someplace else other than what is listed on the schedule so people know where you are. Always. I will be assuming that if you have not listed a different destination on the schedule, you are home. IF you are not and have not permission to not be home, you will be punished. Any gathering at the house needs to be listed if it is larger than three and/or it needs food. Does everyone understand? It won’t just be you boys either. Carole and I will have our schedules and whereabouts listed on the calendar as well. It is just as important that you two know where we are as it is that we know where you are. IF we cannot manage this and we are still running into problems because people were not where they were supposed to be when we move into a new house, we will implement Sunday Night Family Planning Meetings. These will be non-negotiable and mandatory.”

Kurt nodded and Carole nodded. It was nothing new for Kurt; they’d always had one on the fridge. Finn just glared at it and had been for so long that Kurt suspected he also hadn’t been listening to anything Burt had said.

“Why are there already things written down? If I didn’t say anything nothing should be written, that’s not fair.” Finn asked, unable to read the entries upside down so tilting his head oddly and leaning sideways till he was almost falling out of his chair. Kurt snorted.

“Calendars list holidays, Finn. Friday Night Dinners are also already listed. Friday Night Dinner is non-negotiable unless you cannot make it due to a school event, then we’d better know and be invited if possible.” Burt said. “You WILL be at the table, not just in the house. IF someone has to work, we will eat either early or late. If something is very important, you can make a case for you to be able to miss Friday Night Dinner and I will decide if it is a good reason. Kurt, try to get things set up so that you have left Dalton by 4pm on Fridays, if you can. This semester’s set up wasn’t too bad, but I am aware you might have latter classes since early ones won’t be an option. I can tell you right now, a date is not a good reason unless it is Valentine’s Day, on your significant other’s actual birthday, or an actual anniversary of a year or more.”

“Mom!” Finn whined. “I can’t eat here every Friday Night. I’ll get teased.”

“You have not missed being in the house at dinner time on Friday night yet,” Burt said. “Even if sometimes you didn’t come to the table and expected to have your dinner brought to you…which will not happen any longer. There have been too many accidents that have not been cleaned up and too much trash left lying around. Dinner time will be marked on the schedule and we will eat together as a family unless you are not home for dinner, which will be known about because it will be marked on the schedule. Everyone will eat at a table, in the kitchen or dining room, unless a large enough gathering is happening that requires people eat elsewhere. If that is the case, whoever invited people over is to make sure everything is picked up and cleaned up within three hours after their guests have left, unless given specific permission for it to wait. Right now I will let people eat chips and popcorn and other snacks of that sort outside of the kitchen and dining room, but nothing else. No more plates or food boxes left on floors for days, no more spills left unattended. IF you eat outside of meal time, you clean-up after yourself. You put your trash in the garbage, you clean your dishes, and you load them into the dishwasher.”

Kurt groaned but nodded.

“But…” Finn started again.

“But nothing. I’m sorry if this will be odd for you Finn, but you will get used to it. Next topic?”

“Money,” Finn shouted.

“Ok. Allowances. Carole what do you give Finn for an allowance and what is it dependent on?”

“He gets 50 bucks a week.” Carole said. “It isn’t dependent on anything; he needs money as a teen so he can do things with his friends. I give him extra money for things like taking his girlfriends out or going to the movies or doing other more expensive activities.”

Burt looked at Carole with wide eyes and Kurt struggled not to laugh.

Carole smiled indulgently at Finn. “I also reward him when he does a good job at something and when he does something I ask and when he asks for money I give it to him if I can.”

Burt wrote notes on the paper in front of him. Kurt kept trying to peek at what he was writing.

“Can I get a ball park on what you just give to Finn when he asks?” Burt asked.

Carole shrugged and started to answer but Finn interrupted.

“How much do you give Kurt?” Finn asked. “I mean he has his fancy car and fancy clothes and all that fancy shit for his face and all his gadgets, you must be giving him a HUGE allowance and I want in.”

Kurt snorted.

Burt smiled. “You want to change your allowance system to Kurt’s, huh?”

“Yeah.” Finn said.

“Finn, I’m not sure…” Carole started but Finn interrupted her again. She shook her head, groaned and scrunched her eyes tight before placing her head back into her hands.

“He always has money, Mom. I mean he has to have a huge allowance to buy his clothes and crap.”

Carole lifted her head to look at Finn, who was rubbing his hands together and sighed.

“Ok, Finn wants an allowance like Kurt has. We can work with that.” Burt said with a smile and Carole slapped her hand against her forehead and then moaned in pain.

“Kurt gets a base 10 dollars for his weekly allowance and half must be placed in his savings account. Two weeks a year Kurt gets 20 dollars as a base, right now he has chosen the first week of June and the first week of December as those weeks he gets more. On top of that, Kurt gets paid for chores done around the house. When all his household chores are done he gets five more bucks a day. He washes dishes, sets and clears the table, cleans and vacuums the common areas –kitchen, dining room, downstairs rec room, living room and main floor bathroom, he cleans his room and bathroom and I check every day before bed to see if it is done. He makes breakfast. On days he makes dinner he gets another half dollar. In winter he has to shovel the walks. In summer there are gardening chores. He gets another 10 bucks if he completes the weekly chores: shoveling the driveway completely, cleaning the bathrooms- all of them, mowing the lawn or weeding the garden. Then there are the big chores: cleaning out the fridge, doing any deep cleaning of the carpets, heavy gardening, deep cleaning the bathrooms and any other big chore I list. Our deal is one big chore a weekend for free. Any other big chore I’d like for him to do is paid on an individual basis. There is a list in the pantry. He only gets paid for those if he completed the chores every day and all his weekend chores and if I asked him to do it or I OKed it as a paid chore. If he didn’t whatever big chores I ask are just done. No complaints. Grocery shopping is generally gas plus 10 bucks, unless it is just a run to the store and then it is just a flat five. If he has to use his own money for family groceries he is reimbursed, but he has to have the receipt. At the end of the calculations Kurt must put 25 percent of what he earned on top his original 10 in his saving account or his collage fund, and 10 bucks into the grocery jar if he has eaten more than his designated snack allotment for the week, and provide all his gas money past his every other week fill-up. This will change when he is driving to Dalton, I will drive him there once or twice and calculate the mileage and pay for his gas to and from the school. Oh, we will be setting up a fund for Finn to use for further study after high school…it cannot be touched until then. We do have a deal that in October and December Kurt only has to put 10 percent of that above the initial 10 in his savings or college fund. Kurt buys all his gifts for friends and family members. Kurt also gets paid 10 bucks an A and 5 bucks a B when report cards come in. He is docked 15 bucks for a failing grade. In this house that is a D or F. I do pay for school lunches monthly. If Kurt eats something not covered by a meal, anything extra he has to pay.”

“Mom! No way! I don’t want Kurt’s allowance system anymore. Mom!”

“Tough luck, kid.” Burt said. “If you keep your system, you will still be doing chores, you just will not get paid at all for doing them. That is one thing that is changing in this household. I am not a slave, your mother is not a slave and KURT is not a slave.”

“But….I can’t do chores. It’s not manly to do chores.”

“Do you want me to go ask all your buddies if they have to do chores?” Burt asked. “I will and I do not think you will like the answers I get. In fact, let us start with Puck. Or Mike.”

“No!” Finn shouted.

“Now, if we split up the chores, we half the amount each gets…and some will also be done by your mom and I. So should we discuss money more or do chores and then come back?”

“Let’s finish the money discussion, Dad.” Kurt said quietly.

“Ok….so we will start with a base of 15 now, since you boys won’t make as much on chores but neither will anyone have huge burden of chores. So everyday chores will be 2.50 a day and I will still pay a full 10 for weekend chores, even though those will be split as well. Kurt will still get an extra 50 cents when he cooks dinner, and Finn can as well if he cooks and dinner is edible. Grocery shopping will stay the same although I am willing to look closer at that due to the time that adding more members of the family will generate. Grades will stay the same…remember I need the report card to get the money for those. Kurt…I will dock for unfinished supplemental courses, and it will be more than 15 for those. The amount which goes into your savings and college accounts will stay the same. However, I will admit that outings might take more. So, each of you will get 20 extra for movies or taking friends out to lunch on a shopping trip or bowling or such…at the time you need it, not every week, mind you. I think we will start with twice a month and if you abuse that drop it to once a month. So, you’d better remember that and plan accordingly. However…I need to know where you will be and who you will be with and you must prove you went out where you said you were going. “

“But…” Finn spouted. “How am I going to have any life at all? I can’t live on so little! And with so many questions.”

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes.

“If you do your chores every day you get 17.50. IF you do your weekend chores that is another 10 bucks that you have earned, sometimes more, but will just figure in the least amount right now. We start with 15 dollars. That is 42 dollars and 50 cents that will we earn for the week, without any extras. AND Dad is offering 20 extra bucks for doing things with friends more than once a month. You can earn more if you get things together.” Kurt said.

“You don’t understand, Kurt. Mom gives me money all the time. I just say, Mom I need a ten and she just gives it to me. THAT is how this whole parent thing is supposed to work. She asks me to wash the car and I hesitate and she gets me something, so I wash the car and she rewards me with something else. I ask for a new game and she gets it for me.”

Kurt laughed at Finn.

“You are probably the only kid whose parent works like that. Most parents try to teach their children responsibility and a good sense of work ethic. Oh, and a bit of honor.” Kurt said.

“I am not doing chores and I am not doing anything I don’t want.” Finn said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, you are.” Burt said. “If you don’t do chores, you don’t get to go out and do things and you lose privileges.”

“What?” Finn shouted. “You can’t not give me money and punish me!”

“You are being asked to do something. In not doing it, you are being disrespectful and defiant and you are not doing your share. Doing chores, doing your share as part of a family is how a family manages to live together. If you don’t care to work as part of a family, well that is your choice, but you don’t just get to ride along for free. You lose your ability to have friends over, you lose your ability to have a cell phone, you lose your ability to play games and watch TV. You will find that all you are able to do is homework and read a book. Oh, you also start losing things when you get bad grades and break rules.” Burt said.

“But…” Finn said.

“And Kurt gets paid if he does your chores…your pay.” Burt said.

“Mom!” Finn shouted.

“I’ve been telling you for years you needed to do some chores, Finn. Now maybe you’ll do them.” Carole said. Then she turned to Burt. “However Burt, Finn needs more money than what is currently being offered. Going out on dates is expensive and the girls want at least two or three dates a week. I think Finn needs to start with at least 25 bucks as a base, maybe 30. And I’ll cover at least one of his dates a week…so I’ll give him at least 50 for that. He’ll need that every week.” Carole said.

“And Kurt?” Burt asked.

“Kurt what?” Carole asked.

“Are you covering all of Finn’s allowance?” Burt asked.

“Well, if we are going to do allowance as a family than I figured it would come out of the family account, so no.” Carole said.

“But you are giving Finn an extra 50 a week anyway? So are you giving Kurt anything?” Burt asked.

“Kurt isn’t MY kid, he’s YOUR kid.” Carole said.

“I thought they were our kids now?” Burt asked. “Well, then I’ll just have to give Kurt an extra 50 as well. After all, he is bound to need it.”

“You can’t do that! What about Finn? How is Finn supposed to understand you care about him like a father if you do that?” Carole snapped.

Burt just looked at her.

“If you give Finn 50 bucks a week, I will give Kurt 50 bucks a week. IF you bribe Finn, I will bribe Kurt. OR we as a family can work as a family and live as a family and not set our kids against each other. Allowances stay as is, unless I can be convinced that the base needs to be raised. I will need facts. Furthermore, Finn does not need to take the girls out two or three times week. Not unless his grades are stellar and he’s done his chores. It is time some things start coming first, and those things are not what has been being put first. Finn will just have to get used to it. If need be I’ll explain it to Rachel, or Quinn…or whoever Finn is dating…and their parents. Now, this holiday season is a bit far into it for us to be changing how Finn gives gifts, so I’m willing to allot each boy 150 bucks for buying gifts for friends and whoever else they need to buy for. Finn, if you don’t think that will cover things get Kurt to help you shop. Anything else on allowances?”

Carole and Finn looked at Burt wide eyed and Kurt just hummed and wrote in the note book…Burt could see the figures off on the edge. He watched as Kurt added different sets of numbers for different scenarios, a half smile on his face while he did so.

“Anyone?” Burt asked again.

Everyone shook their heads. Burt smiled.

#glee fanfic #burt hummel #Kurt Hummel #hummel household

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Chris McKinley: Pre-SQUIP

((Penguin: As promised, a somewhat angsty fic for a Somewhat angsty boy :p))

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Today fucking sucks. Maybe I should be lighter on it considering today has barely happened… But no, it already fucking sucks. I woke up late, I didn’t eat, I forgot some of my homework. Everything that could possibly go wrong was just stacking up on top of me. It was so streamlined how wrong everything was going, you could make it a children’s book: Chris McKinley and the Never-Ending Nightmare That Was High-School. Sounds like a best-seller to me!

I pushed my way through the School halls, trying to ignore any passing glances. It was a tad difficult, for some reason my presence attracted a lot of attention… Usually not the good kind, either. They were almost like knives, stabbing right into where everything felt like goo and nothing could make it right. I kept my gaze ahead, noticing a familiar hat among the crowd…. Oh thank god. I picked up my pace, catching up with the hat until I could see the familiar face wearing it.

Unfortunately, I crashed into someone. I stumbled back a bit. I didn’t really have the strength to look up at them.

“Sorry.” I said, trying to move along. However, I only found myself being tugged back. The person glared at me, their teeth were gritted.

“You think you can just go around bumbing into people?” They asked.

“N-no… I was just-” I never got to explain myself, I never do.

“Fucking freak!” Suddenly they shoved me. I felt walls on all sides, and realized I was now in an empty locker. The door slammed on my face. I could hear laughing and sneering on the other side of the door. I shook, I probably would have slouched down if not for the much too short space. I covered my ears, letting my rapid breathing and quiet sobs drown out everyone else.

The crowd eventually quieted down and moved on. I heard someone fumbling with the lock and froze. Who was doing that?… My answer came sooner than I thought. The door swung open again, revealing the same hat and face I had been seeking before.

“You okay, Chris?” Roman asked, outstreatching his hand. I grabbed it, pulling myself out.

“No, but what else is new?” I mumbled, wiping my face. Roman didn’t let go of my other hand, and instead guided me down the hall.

“C'mon… we’re gonna be late for class.” He replied. I could tell by his voice alone he was upset. I let out a sigh, following him as best as I could.

“Thanks for um… Letting me out of there.” I said, managing to flash a small smile. Roman smiled back.

“Hey, you would have done the same for me… Transbros for life.”

“Yeah, Transbros for life.”

After this exchange we’d gone to class…. Which ended up being somewhat uneventful. I’m actually a little greatful for that. What had happened in the halls had been bad enough, I don’t think I could stomach another event like that. Luck seemed to be on my side with that, as I managed to go through most of the day without too much trouble. I honestly thought maybe the universe was trying to apologize…

—

I had Drama after school. I wasn’t really much of a performer, But I took my stagecrew duties very seriously. Hell, it was one of the few times in my day I got to hang out with people who liked me (Aside from my classes with Roman).

Me and Anita were currently trying to pry up a very heavy setpiece. The Drama Club got a budget increase this year, so we were actually able to buy extra materials to make slightly more impressive sets.

“Hey, Chris?” Anita called up. I glanced down from the ladder I was currently standing on. “Do you think you could hold this for a few minutes? They need as many people as possible for this next job.”

“Yeah I got it! Don’t worry.” I called back, tightening my grip. The set was currently being held in place by a Rope-Pulley system. Anita had very securely tied down her own rope, but mine still had to be held manually because there simply wasn’t enough of it (There wasn’t enough in the budget for a longer rope, either).

At first, I was managing pretty well with the rope. In fact I was quite confident that there was no way someone could screw this up… Then I noticed the ladder was starting to tilt. I jerked a little, trying to shove it back into the right direction. But, that backfired, and I only caused it to tilt over in the opposite direction. Then, I lost my footing completely…

This next moment was probably one of the most terrifying of my life, Because I was dangling ten feet off the ground with nothing but a rope that was probably older than I was suspending me as I swayed back and forth. So, natually, I screamed. Suddenly the entire room stopped, and everyone’s attention was stuck onto me.

I saw faces starting to merge and swarm together along with various shouts and yells. Suddenly the room filled with nothing but undecernable noises. I could feel my head grow slightly numb as an indescribable sensation shot through my body…. the old, corse rope started to slip through my hands…

Then I felt an arm pull me in. I looked over. Apparently Anita had managed to position the Ladder upright during this time and had Climbed up to get me. I shakily grabbed one of the wooden steps and gripped it with the strength of… Well, A lanky high-school boy in complete shock. I could see Anita mouthing words but I couldn’t bring myself to make them out. Instead I just let her carefully guide me back to the ground.

I could make out a few whispers now… “Who the fuck left Clumsy Chris alone like that?” “That bozo could have wrecked the whole thing.” “Honestly I kinda wish he fell.” I shook my head, trying to block them out again. Anita kept lightly tugging me along until we were outside the auditorium.

“You okay?” She asked when we were finally outside. I nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Y-yeah… Just kind of…. out of it.” I mumbled. Anita’s expression shifted to concern.

“I think you should head home, Chris… You don’t really look like you’re well enough to work.” She said.

“…Yeah, sure.” I mumbled. Really, I had my suspicion she just didn’t want me to hear anything else the club had to say. And the fact she told me to just wait outside while she got my bag further confirmed this… Or maybe she just didn’t want to be seen with “Chris the Clumsy Fuck-up”, not that I blamed her for that.

I noticed something move next to me. I glanced over, seeing a somewhat unfamiliar person… I wasn’t sure who they were, but I was certain I’d seen them in the halls. I glared.

“What do you want?” I snapped. I didn’t wanna hear any more sneers or gross names today. However, the person merely leaned back.

“I’m gonna be frank with you kid, I’ve been observing you. No offense, but you seem like you could use some assistance with your daily life.” I cocked an eyebrow at them.

“What the hell are you going on about?” I asked. The person smirked.

“I was a lot like you once. A loser, a nobody, a clumsy screw-up. I couldn’t talk to anyone or go anywhere without being looked down upon… Then, I got a SQUIP.”

“A… A Slip? Like, from the consoling office?”

“Not a ‘slip’… a 'SQUIP’. It’s a pill-sized computer, you take it and it implants in your brain and tells you how to live without problems.” I looked at him like he was insane.

“That’s… I’m not sure I believe you… Are, are you high right now?” The guy shrugged.

“No, but I don’t blame you for being sceptical. Look, if you really aren’t sure… My dealer, Roy, works at the Bowling Alley in the mall. Tell him ol’ Dusty sent ya, he’ll hook you up for only $200.” Then, the kid turned around, vanishing as quickly as he came… I had to admit, even considering the people who go to this school, this guy seemed pretty sketchy.

But, his story also seemed… Alluring…

—

I ended up heading to Roman’s house once I’d gotten my bag. We lived practically next-door to eachother, and I would have had to pass by anyways. I was over there often enough to where I was basically allowed to walk in whenever I wanted uninvited, though I kept my manners in mind when I did show up.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I picked it up and glanced down at it.

Message from Mom: Working Late. You’re on your own for dinner.

I put my phone away, Sighing. This happened way too often, I dunno why I still didn’t expect it to happen. Maybe I could ask Roman for some chips or something…

I entered Roman’s house to find him and Kaede playing Mario Kart. Yoshi was in first, so I assumed Kaede was currently winning. But, at the last second, Baby Luigi (Roman) pulled through and crossed the line first.

“Damn it!” Kaede Groaned.

“Never underestimate the power of a 3 year old.” Roman said with a shrug.

“Did they ever confirm the age for the babies?” I questioned. The two of them jumped in their seats, glancing at me with a look of terror.

“Jesus! Chris, I didn’t hear you come in.” Roman gasped.

“Don’t you have stage crew today?�� Kaede asked.

“Uh, Yeah, We had a really productive day and got enough done to end early. I thought I’d pop in since I was passing by anyways.” I explained. I didn’t really want to talk about what really had happened. Though, they seemed to by this well enough. Even Kaede didn’t seem suspicious, and he was good at noticing these things.

“We’re gonna start another round, You wanna play?” Kaede asked. I flashed my first real smile of the day.

“Sure.” I said, taking a seat between the two of them. I played as Iggy Koopa, a personal favorite of mine. We ended up racing for a while. It was nice to forget how bad my day had been for a little bit, though at the same time I felt distracted by that kid’s words… What if he was telling the truth? Sure, $200 was a little pricy for me… But I did have the money. Hell, it was even in my wallet…

Maybe Kaede knew something about this SQUIP thing? He usually knew about sketchy stuff like this, he’s probably at least heard of it. And if he didn’t know about it than maybe the kid actually was just spreading a story.

“Hey are you guys hungry at all? I think I can get my parents to buy us some pizza…” Roman offered. I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Pizza sounds pretty good right about now.” Kaede said, “What about you, Chris?”

“Uh, sure! That’d be great.” I replied. Well, that took care of my food problem. Roman left the room. Me and Kaede sat in silence for a bit.

“So, you wanna tell me why you really came home early?” He asked. I froze, taking in a sharp breath… Yup, there was no getting past Kaede.

“I may have… Accidentally…. fallen off a ladder…. while I was holding a rope… ten feet off the ground.” I mumbled. Kaede’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah I didn’t get hurt… Just, scared and confused.”

“Confused?” Kaede questioned.

“Yeah um… See, after the whole ordeal this guy named Dusty came up to me and told me about this thing called a SQUIP? He said it was like, a computer or something… You ever heard of it?” I asked. Kaede’s expression changed again. He glanced over to where Roman had left, then turned back.

“Look, don’t go tellin’ Ro about this alright? I’m only telling you because I trust your judgement on this thing,” He explained, “But, yes… I have heard of it. Some of my cousin’s in Japan told me about it once, apparently one of their friends got one. It’s basically a literal 'Chill Pill’. The thing implants in your brain and talks to you, helps you with whatever you task it with.”

“Yeah, Dusty said something like that.” I confirmed.

“Well, Listen, I dunno where… 'Dusty’, got one… But I’d be careful about these things, alright? For all I know, he just coincidentally made up a story to get a couple of bucks outta you. He might just be spewing something he overheard out of context. Plus, I don’t really know that much about it myself… I might be able to get ahold of my extended family and ask them about it but that could take awhile.” I thought more about it. It almost felt like Kaede wasn’t saying everything… But I didn’t pester.

“Well, thanks anyways… And Don’t worry, I won’t go telling-” I froze, noticing Roman just starting to enter the room. I quickly changed my sentances. “Roman! Yo, we still on for Pizza?” I asked.

“Yeah, But we’re only getting one so… What toppings do you guys want?”

“I’m good with anything… EXCEPT Pineapple, alright Chris?” Kaede teased. I gave a look of faux offense.

“Good sir, Fruit was made for Pizza.” I said,“The minute Pizza Parlors start including strawberries, it’s over for you Fluffs.”

“Ew, Gross!” Roman said, “What if I got it half-cheese half-pineapple? Would that please your angst-driven soul?” I thought about it.

“Yeah, that works… The angst is Very pleased with that decision.” I confirmed. Kaede seemed to be okay with this, too. Roman left again, but came back pretty quickly, and we continued our game while we awaited our food.

—

I left Roman’s house at about 6. He’d probably have let me stay the night if I asked, but I didn’t really want to overstay my welcome. I thought more about this SQUIP thing as I walked… Maybe I could just… try it out for a bit? If it was a computer then that meant I’d have some way of turning it off, right? Unless… It can’t be turned off…

I walked into my room, dropping off my bag. I reached in and pulled out my wallet, starting to count my cash. $250, that was more than enough… Right? I sighed a moment, glancing at some of the posters on my wall. I was seriously considering going for an overpriced tic-tac. This was quite an extreme decision. One poster stared back at me, specifically one of Christian Slater and Winona Ryder. Heathers was a personal favorite film of mine. I had quite a few posters for it around, this one just so happened to have the honor of being the first thing I saw when I woke up… I stared at Slater for a bit longer.

The extreme always seems to make an impression.

Fuck it.

The mall wasn’t too terribly far away. I was able to bike there in no less than 10 minutes, which gave me pleanty of time since most of the stores didn’t start closing until around 9. Plus I was pretty sure the Bowling Alley was open until 11 anyways. I walked through the mall, keeping my hood over my head just in case someone i knew was there. Luckily, I didn’t run into any familiar faces.

I walked into the bowling alley, and upon hearing just how rowdy the place was almost turned back… But my curiousity got the better of me in the end, and I pushed forward. Eventually I reached the counter, where a somewhat spooky looking guy stood.

“What can I do for ya, kid?” He asked.

“I’m looking for a guy named Roy?” I replied. The guy raised an eyebrow.

“That would be me. What brings you here?”

“Um, Well… This guy named Dusty said you could 'hook me up’?” The guy rolled his eyes.

“Fuckin’ Dustin… Alright, I’ll hook you up. But you tell him to pay his tab before I cut him off.” Roy dissappeared after saying this, then reamerged a few minutes later. “You got the cash, right kid?”

I pulled out $200. Roy counted it out, then handed me a little baggy with a pill inside.

“Take it with Mountain Dew, I don’t know why but Mountain Dew is the only thing that activates it. And all sales are final! Don’t go coming back here for a refund! Now, Scram!” He shooed me off. I was kinda happy to leave, what with the noise and all.

I started making my way towards the food court. I stared at the tiny, grey pill as it sat in it’s bag. It was jarring, but something about it also brought comfort… maybe my life was about to get easier.

I bough a single Mountain Dew from one of the machines, and sat myself down. I was a bit hesitant about it now that I was so close… I held the bag up to my face, eyeing the SQUIP.

“Well, little guy, I guess we’re doing this…” I told it. I twisted the cap off the soda, and unzipped the bag.

There was no turning back now…

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Not Again: Part 2

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG13 Summary: See Part 1

Part 2: Returned Chapter 1

Chapter 2, Day 2:

The hospital has no reason to keep her, so they release her in the morning. She’d forced Mulder to leave her bedside overnight, but she has a feeling he didn’t go far. He was there too early, and wearing the same jeans and sweater he was wearing the day before for her to believe he’d found a hotel. She’s left to assume he fell asleep in a chair outside her room, but she doesn’t ask.

Every time she’s gotten out of bed, she can’t understand the foreign feeling of her own body. She feels fine, but she feels like a different person. She isn’t used to the new weight and girth. Simple things like leaning over are different and take effort. Every time the baby moves, it startles her. The mirror in the tiny hospital bathroom hasn’t given her as much of a chance to inspect the change in her body as she’s wanted and she’s anxious to leave.

First, she has to wait for Mulder to come back and take her away. She’d asked him to please just find something for her to wear at the nearest mall so she doesn’t have to ride home in borrowed scrubs. He returns with a sheepish look on his face and a dark-haired woman in tow.

“Scully,” he says. “This is Agent Reyes.”

“Monica,” she says, smiling warmly and holding her hand out. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

Mulder had told her about the agents he’d been working with the past six months. Doggett and Reyes. She knows Agent Reyes had been consistently working the case when Mulder had been ordered off of it. She knows she should feel grateful, but she still can’t fully wrap her mind around the fact that she’s been missing for six months, let alone the large gap in her memory.

Scully shakes Agent Reyes’ hand and then gives Mulder an inquisitive look. He hands her a shopping bag from Wal-Mart.

“I needed some assistance in the whole...figuring out what clothes to buy situation,” Mulder says.

Agent Reyes laughs. “He was trying to outfit you from the gift section of a gas station down the street.”

Mulder puts his hands up in a guilty as charged expression and smiles. There’s a clear bond between him and Reyes that gives Scully a pang of jealousy. She wonders if there’s something going there. They seem comfortable with each other, and Mulder isn’t one to be comfortable with another person. She can’t handle another Diana Fowley coming into their lives.

“Thank you, I’ll just…” Scully says, tipping her head towards the bathroom.

“Well, I just wanted to introduce myself and then say goodbye,” Agent Reyes says.

“Good bye,” Scully answers, relieved to be rid of the woman so quickly.

“I’ll walk you out,” Mulder says. He puts his hand at the middle of Reyes’ back and smiles at Scully. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Scully is left alone in the room and she stands clutching the shopping bag to her chest for a few moments before she turns to the bathroom. Inside the bag, there are toiletries and a pair of maternity pants, a tank top, a sweatshirt, underwear, socks, and shoes. She doesn’t really understand how she feels about a strange woman picking out clothes for her, and doing a perfect job at it as well. The pants are soft and stretchy. The tank top is less constricting than a bra, but offers needed support. It’s all so nice and comfortable that she feels irritated by it.

When she’s ready, she steps out of the room with nothing in her possession save for the sonogram tape. She keeps the toothbrush, the mouthwash, and the deodorant from Wal-Mart, just in case, not knowing what the state of her things are at home.

It’s a four hour drive home. Mulder doesn’t stop talking. He tells her about cases he was on while she was away. She gets the feeling that he’s afraid to allow a silence to fall. He’s never been so talkative on one of the car trips. She would shut her eyes and pretend she’s tired, but because of the way the baby is positioned, she has to ask Mulder to stop about every half an hour so she can use the bathroom.

When he isn’t telling her about one of his cases, he’s telling her about Agent Doggett or Agent Reyes. She prefers the stories about the cases. Annoyance builds up inside her and she feels herself getting churlish.

“You and Agent Reyes seem close,” she says.

“Reyes? We owe a lot to her. She kept the investigation going and shared information with me even though she wasn’t supposed to.”

“Why would she do that?”

“She knew how much it meant to me. And you know, I have to admit, it was nice not being second guessed all the time.”

There’s humor in Mulder’s voice and he reaches over to take her hand, but she moves it away and he pulls back. It’s the only time the car goes silent until she asks him to pull over at a rest stop a few miles ahead. He nods and smiles, but it looks forced.

*****

Her apartment doesn’t seem all that different. Just a few things that she doesn’t recognize: a book on the coffee table with a marker about a quarter of the way through, a sky blue glass vase on the table in front of the window, a school photo on the refrigerator that she’s sure is of her nephew, but he has an unfamiliar haircut and looks more like a young boy than the toddler she last saw him as.

Mulder shows her different stacks of mail that he picked up and sorted. He paid her bills, he tossed out junk mail, he kept the weekly newsletters from church. There isn’t anything to eat in her refrigerator and he offers to go shopping for her, but she shakes her head. There’s a market on the corner and she’s perfectly capable of taking a walk down the street to pick up a few things.

Her bedroom is the most unfamiliar. She stands in the doorway and stares at new furniture and the spaces where treasured knick knacks were. The bedclothes are new. Even the paint is new.

“So, um,” Mulder says behind her. “I helped you redecorate last year. Some things got damaged and others you wanted to get rid of.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Do you remember Donnie Pfaster?”

She winces at the sound of that name and nods. A cold shiver runs up her spine.

“He got out of prison and he came here looking for you.”

Scully blinks and tries to imagine what happened there to make her change her entire room. When she feared she’d been violated, maybe it was… She sucks in a deep breath and clutches the door frame.

Mulder is immediately there, his arms around her, a hand on her hip, another on her shoulder. His chest presses against her back as he leans past her to look at her face. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“When did this happen?”

“Last March.”

She breathes out in relief. That’s too early. “Where’s Donnie Pfaster now?”

“You killed him.”

“Oh.” She twists herself free from Mulder’s embrace and takes the route through her bathroom to get back to the hall.

“It was ruled as self defense,” Mulder says, following her into the living room.

“I thought I had a plant here.” She ignores him and touches the top of an empty side table by her wardrobe.

“Yeah, he wasn’t as lucky as you.”

She’d like to change out of these clothes, but she’s pretty sure what she’s wearing right now are the only clothes she has that will fit. She’d like to take a hot bath. She’d like to run to the nearest bookstore and grab a copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting, because she has no idea what’s going on with her right now. She feels restless and irritable and like she could weep at any moment and like she wants to get Mulder out of her apartment as soon as possible, but also like she wants to cling to him and beg him not to leave because she’s not sure how to be alone right now.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go to the store for you?” Mulder asks. “It’s no problem.”

“Look, Mulder, I...I’m just not sure how I fit in right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve lost a year of my life between the six months I was missing and the six months I can’t remember. I don’t know if I have a job. I don’t know how to suddenly be nearly eight months pregnant, when in my head, I was only told a few weeks ago that I would never have children. I don’t know how to deal with any of this.”

“We’ll take it day by day. I’ll help you.”

“I think what I need right now is to be alone.”

Mulder shifts his stance, like he wants to come towards her, but keeps himself back. He shoves his hands in his pockets and clenches his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down and then he nods a little.

“I’m a phone call away, Scully. If you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine.”

The door snicks softly shut behind him when he leaves. She stands in the silence, listening to the seconds tick by from the clock in the kitchen. She has no idea what to do now.

*****

After Mulder leaves, after she makes an appointment for a checkup with her doctor, and after she goes to the market to pick up a few things, she stands in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, unclothed, and looks at the changes in herself.

Her hair is longer, past her shoulders, and lighter. She twists the ends between her fingers. It hasn't been this long in some time. She wonders if she should have it cut before the baby comes, or if she should let it keep growing. It's different, but she likes it.

Her breasts are larger and heavier and it makes her chest a bit tender to the touch. She feels a certain relief when she cups her hands under both breasts and lifts them to test their weight. She releases them slowly and touches her chest gently, easing her fingers across her sternum to avoid the sensitive skin.

She turns to look at the roundness of her belly in profile. She feels larger than she looks. As she caresses the upper swell of her stomach, the baby moves and she stops, unsure if she's done something to cause the movement or if it’s normal.

She’s overwhelmed with sadness that makes her bottom lip tremble, but she bites back the emotion and takes a deep breath. She wishes she’d been able to witness the subtle transformation of her body with the pregnancy. She wishes she’d been able to experience it all, good and bad, morning sickness and heartburn and cravings and realizing her pants no longer fit and there’s a noticeable little bump that she’d be inclined to hide.

She’s grateful to be pregnant after all she’s been through, but she hates that something was still taken away from her.

*****

#i wrote this #xf fanfic #msr #season 8 au #here be angst #and sad scully

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linzinator · 6 years

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When a Girl Walks Down The Street

Back in June I posted this and @notsomolly said I should write a story about it. Four months later I decided to actually do it and now, a month after that, it’s done!

It combines two things I’m passionate about: street harassment and the Harry Potter universe. That being said, please be warned that there’s a lot of discussion about street and sexual harassment in this story. Also I’m not trying to step on your toes, JKR, so please don’t sue me. And FYI it’s like 4500 words.

She’s walking down the street, late for class as usual. Headphones in, sunglasses on, as usual. Her music is loud enough to make the sounds of cars and people blend into the background (but not too loud that she couldn’t hear someone approaching!). The day appears to be off to a good start. It’s sunny and warm enough that she could leave her jacket in her bag but not so hot that she’s sweaty by the time she arrives to her lecture. There’s an essay tucked into her bag that she knows is worth an A, and she’s wearing her favorite jumpsuit.

An old man tells her good morning and she replies in kind.

Then there’s a slightly younger man who drags his eyes up and down her figure and just as she’s passing, just loud enough to be heard over her music, he goes “Mmmmm,” as if perusing the selection at a bakery counter or considering the meal set before him at a five-star restaurant. The noise sticks to her body and slides down like slime, leaving a filmy residue behind. She wants to turn around and tell him off, that she’s not a piece of meat, or maybe at least give him a mean look, or something…but who knows what he’ll do and she’s already late and at least he didn’t touch her. She chokes down the words she hasn’t said- fuck you and fuck off and leave me alone! - and continues on.

She gets to her lecture and takes her seat and rubs her hands up and down her arms, like maybe that lingering slime can be washed off.

There’s another day. She’s running late as usual but this time it’s hotter than Satan’s asshole and the humidity is making the air thick and she’s hauling the jugs of orange juice she agreed to bring for the literary magazine’s start of year brunch. There’s sweat already pooling under her boobs and she’s wondering why she bothered to put on makeup as most of her foundation has coalesced in the area where her chin turns into her neck.

Thankfully she’s turned onto a road surrounded by tall buildings, so she has a moment of shady respite. She’s moved past the store fronts so the only people around are also hustling to get somewhere and don’t have time for niceties or catcalls. She’s fine with that. All she wants is to get to the English department building so she can set down these heavy ass jugs. It’s quiet for a few moments—not as many cars or people—so it’s just her and her music until

HONK HOOOOOONK! She braces, expecting the next sound to be a loud crash of metal on metal or screeching brakes or screams, but it doesn’t come. Her heart is hammering in her chest and it feels like she’s just run a marathon. She looks behind her to inspect the damage and sees nothing but a truck driver peering out his passenger side window, waving with a grin. He turns to keep driving but she hopes he caught her scowl first. She tightens her grip around one jug and wonders if she’s strong enough to hurl it at the truck’s window. Probably not. She briefly hopes he gets into a fender bender or has a flat tire or something. She takes a few slow, shaky breaths in through the nose and out through her mouth to try to slow her heart rate, then hauls up the bottles of juice for a better grip and heads on.

She gets to the brunch and dumps the jugs on the table. As she deposits her personal effects in the designated corner she can’t help but clench her fists and flare her nostrils. In her peripheral vision she thinks she sees the old, leather-bound books quiver on the floor to ceiling shelves, but when she looks up, nothing has changed. She stares, squinting for a moment, until her friend Ashley asks, “You good?”, and she tells her all about the asshole trucker who scared the shit out of her.

“What the fuck?!” is the reply.

“I know, right?!” she says. And they grab plates and start filling them with food and move along down the line but her heart hasn’t fully slowed and that honk is still ringing in her ears. She’s deflated and exhausted, as if the truck had run her over.

Her cell phone screen has shattered, and she wonders why she spent money on this screen protector if it can’t do its one job. She can make out the time- 11:15- through the cracks spreading across the screen like a spider web. The repair shop is dark inside and when she pulls at the doors they don’t budge. “Of course,” she thinks. She needs her phone fixed and the shop that apparently opens at 10 is closed. She decides to walk into the mall across the road to pass the time. There’s a car pulled over in a loading zone and there’s a man in it yelling something at a young woman up ahead. She feels her lip curl and speeds past the area.

This cell phone repair is going to take up all of her spending money until she’s paid again, and soon she tires of looking at clothes she can’t buy. She strolls back around the block to see if the store is open and expels a frustrated sigh when she sees that the shop lights are still off. She tries the door just to check and finds it is still locked, as she expected. She tries to call the number on the door and reaches a voicemail. She doesn’t bother to leave a message- if the store can’t be bothered to open during business hours, it would be silly to expect them to check their voicemail. She turns to go home, and her path leads her by the loading zone again, where the old man is still sitting in his car, though it’s been much more than the 10 minutes one is allowed to stay. As she passes by he begins his chorus, entreating her to come closer with all manner of endearments—baby and honey and sweetie. She scoffs and waves her hand in a dismissive gesture, as if he were a fly buzzing in her face. He doesn’t appreciate it—he’s shouting, “Aw come on! Get out of here with that.” And perhaps some other things but she’s turned up her music. She feels brief twinge of satisfaction but he’s still there shouting whatever. There aren’t any traffic cops around (how is it that they were always right next to her car when she’s overstayed a meter by a minute but not when they were actually needed?). “Ugh.” She rolls her eyes and continues on.

She doesn’t know it, but as she walks off the man’s radio, which was playing smooth jazz, scrolled rapidly through stations. His lights flashed and wipers sprung to life and as quickly as it all started, it stopped.

She walks the rest of the way home and finds her steps getting slower and slower. She had plans and a to-do list but instead she collapses on her fluffiest chair for a snooze.

She’s at home, reveling in a day with no responsibilities. She’s in her unicorn onesie wrapped in her favorite blanket surrounded by snacks, enjoying a Netflix binge. She’s watching The Office for the 10th time because she doesn’t have the energy to take in something new. She’s been so tired lately, the sort of tired that doesn’t go away no matter how much sleep she gets. She usually doesn’t get sick so she just attributes it to stress.

As the employees of Dunder Mifflin scramble during Dwight’s impromptu fire drill, her roommate Kaitlyn comes in with her boyfriend Kyle. She greets them briefly before returning her attention to the show. Kaitlyn drops her things and moves quickly through the common area to her room, while Kyle sits at the kitchen table, loudly dropping his things and making himself at home. She rolls her eyes.

Kaitlyn returns from her bedroom and sets about making food before asking, “Do you want to eat with us? I’m making tacos.”

“You know I never turn down tacos,” she answers.

Soon after the food is done so she turns off the tv and extracts herself from the couch, shuffling to take a seat at the table. “Muchas gracias,” she states as she begins to assemble her meal.

They fall into easy, casual conversation between mouthfuls.

“Ugh, the rest of the TAs in my cohort for this year are such heinous dicks. They think they have to explain every concept to me because I’m the only girl in the group,” Kaitlyn says, disgusted. She’s starting her doctorate in philosophy, with a concentration on morality. A minute or two of her talking about a topic can have you questioning everything, she’s so obnoxiously brilliant.

She groans sympathetically but before she can speak Kyle chimes in, “Aw babe, come on, you can’t let them get to you so much.”

She side-eyes him before dragging her gaze back to Kaitlyn and responding as if Kyle hadn’t spoken. “Ugh. That is the worst. I can’t imagine being the only girl. The guys in my group drive me nuts and there are only a few of them. If I get told to smile one more time I’m going to punch someone, seriously.”

Kaitlyn rolls her eyes. “They’d deserve it.”

“Oh come on, for telling you to smile? It’s a compliment!” Kyle argues.

She slides her unimpressed gaze to him once more and through a mouthful of taco says, “No it’s telling me what to do with my face.”

“They think you’re pretty and want to see you smile,” Kyle contends, bearing a grin himself.

Her face remains blank, the only movement from her chewing. “Then they should tell a joke. And anyways, I don’t think it’s true that they actually want to see me smile. Because they say it when I’m in the middle of reading through a paper or lugging a stack of books or walking down a hallway. Like do you just walk around doing things with a huge smile on your face? I’m not a fucking Disney princess.”

Kyle’s not satisfied. “Now you know you wouldn’t be so pissy about it if it was coming from someone you thought was hot. It’s just because those English TAs are all pale and nerdy and weird.”

She expels a heavy sigh and closes her eyes for a moment before responding. “I generally don’t find it attractive when people tell me what to do with my face. So I think I’d be pissy either way.” She slides her chair back from the table. “I’m gonna take a nap. Thanks for the tacos, Kait. I’ll clean the dishes later if you want to leave them.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about it, I know you’re not feeling well,” Kaitlyn replies.

“Ok. Well I’ll see you later then.” She pauses. “Kyle.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but closes it again when she fixes him with a tired glare. He thinks he sees a black shadow, like a puff of smoke, trailing behind her, but when he blinks it’s gone. He shakes his head. No more all-nighters.

She collapses on her bed and dreams about Jim Halpert telling her to smile.

She wakes up the next morning, feeling as though she hasn’t slept at all. She extracts herself from bed and manages to trudge to the shower before putting on the first clean garments she found on the floor. She probably should just keep resting but has a really important seminar to attend in preparation for her thesis so she’s going to make her way to school.

On days like this she wishes she had a car, but alas, she has to make her usual trek through the city. She’s dragging her feet in a zombie-like shuffle. Her face bears a scowl and dark circles. Normally she does everything she can to be inconspicuous in hopes of being left alone—sunglasses and headphones and looking down—but today she’s left her headphones at home and squints in the glare of the midmorning sun. She looks at each person she passes as if daring them to say something. Her internal monologue is a chorus of “I wish a motherfucker would.” She is poised for action, a bullet in the barrel of a cocked gun.

No one talks to her on her way to school. She hopes they were scared off by the force of her glare, but really it was the air around her—charged and crackling, humming like a bug zapper, ready to shock anyone who comes too close.

After the seminar, she heads to the library to pick up some additional reference materials. She’s way behind compared to her classmates—these past few days of feeling run down led to a halt in productivity. She’s grabbed a few books from which to make notes and is making her way to a table in the study area when she spots Ashley. She makes a beeline to her corner and drops her books on the table with a quiet, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Ashley replies, looking up from her book briefly. She turns back to her reading and the two women sit together in silence until the repetitive jiggling of Ashley’s leg becomes too much to ignore.

“Are you alright?” she blurts.

“What? Why?” Ashley replies, brows furrowed.

“Your leg is going crazy.”

“Oh, you know, thesis stuff.”

She tilts her head slightly, her gaze not wavering from Ashley, whose eyes are downcast. “Uh huh.”

“Ok so…you know Dr. Hall?” Ashley whispers.

“Yeah,” she replies, looking around, as if the man himself might wander into their corner.

“I’m just—I’m having some trouble with him.”

“Like in class? I’ve heard he’s a hardass but—”

“No, like…personally?”

Her brow furrows and her nostrils flare. “What happened?”

Ashley takes a deep breath and looks around as if the words she’s looking for may be hanging in the air before her. “Well you know I’ve been TA-ing for one of his classes…and he’s just…weird.”

She leans forward to encourage Ashley to continue.

“Like he’s always talking about how I look and giving me those looks—you know, like the up and down ones—and talking about how we should have lunch. At first I said yes because people go to lunch with professors sometimes, and I thought maybe he did it for all his TAs but Patrick said he didn’t ask him to lunch, and the way he keeps talking about it is so strange. I keep putting it off but he’s been so persistent and now he’s saying things like ‘Oh I hope your boyfriend won’t be mad when we go to lunch’ which like, why would he be mad if it’s just a professional lunch, right? Unless it isn’t…”

“Ugh, Ashley I’m sorry that’s so inappropriate.”

“I know and he keeps sending me emails that seem to have less and less to do with work and more just trying to have conversations with me…I stopped responding so hopefully he’ll stop.”

“God, Ash. Man that is the worst. Have you told anyone?”

“No, I mean, I did talk to Nick about it but he said Hall wasn’t doing anything illegal so there isn’t anything I could do. I thought about telling Keller since he’s the department head but he’s a guy so he probably won’t get it either…and I mean, a TA versus a tenured professor? Come on.” Ashley throws her hands up, defeated.

“Right…that’s a tough spot. I mean obviously what he’s doing is wrong and Nick is an idiot—no offense. Maybe you could—I don’t know…talk to Maxwell? She’s a woman, she’s pretty young, so she probably would know what to do. You don’t have to report it, maybe just get advice?”

“Yeah, I guess. All the other professors seem to like him so much that it seems pointless. If it’s him against me he’ll always win.” Ashley places her elbows on the table and her head in her hands.

She reaches across the table and places her hand on Ashley’s arm. “I’m so sorry. Hopefully the semester will go by fast and then you can get assigned to somebody else’s classes.”

Ashley nods without lifting her head. After a moment she picks up her book and resumes reading, signaling the end to the conversation.

She picks up her book, too, but glances up at Ashley every couple of minutes. She hopes she’s okay but knows that uneasiness she’s feeling hasn’t gone away, even if her leg is still.

She stayed at the library later than she anticipated, but she’d hit her stride and didn’t want to stop working. It’s dark now and she doesn’t have cash for the bus or enough in her account for an Uber so she’s walking. It’s not a long walk so she’s just trying to move quickly and get home as soon as possible. She’s nervous and scared, like girls are supposed to be. She’s looking down, mostly, but every few seconds her eyes shift upward or to the side. Only one earbud is in and at the slightest noise she turns to look behind her. Her hands are in her pockets, her right hand with a firm grip on her keys—she wants to be able to get into her building quickly, and also be ready to stab somebody if she has to.

Getting home is at the forefront of her mind as she hustles down the dark streets, but she can’t help but think about Ashley and Hall. She’s angry for her friend and wishes she could so something to protect her, but she can’t. That feeling of powerlessness—that’s what gets at her the most.

She’s moving down the main street, full of stores and restaurants, when she sees a group of guys ahead. There are several of them—maybe 7—a bit older, perhaps, and definitely bigger than her. She averts her eyes, lest a bit of accidental eye contact make one of them think she’s interested. She lengthens her strides, hoping to propel herself forward even more quickly. Her brain is simultaneously a chorus of “Please leave me alone please leave me alone please leave me alone,” and a scrolling list of contingency plans (“If he grabs my bag I’ll just drop it and run and if he grabs my wrist roll out toward the thumb and…”).

She’s upon them now and mumbles, “Excuse me,” hoping they’ll just part and let her through.

They start to move and one says, “Hey,” drawing out the vowel as he runs his eyes up and down her body and licks his lips. “How you doin’?” Like he’s fucking Joey Tribbiani.

She holds back the scowl that threatens to form on her face and responds with a terse nod. She tries to keep going but another of the group speaks out. “Hey! My friend was talking to you.” Like her silence is offensive.

“Hi,” she responds timidly, still trying to move forward. Has she not moved, or are they following her? She’s not sure. An alarm is going off in her brain, and she wonders if she can outrun any of these guys.

She suddenly feels a twinge of pain in her left ear as the ear bud is yanked out. The same guy who was offended by her is closer now. “He asked you a question.”

Now the scowl appears in full force. She just wants to get home, to heat up her leftovers and relax after hours of research. But no. This fucking guy needs her to respond to his friend. Once she’s sure her meanest look is burned into this asshole’s retinas, she turns to go.

The asshole wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back toward him. She whips around, her hair flying up into a halo around her head. Her eyes are wide, brows pulled together, and nostrils flared, like a bull about to charge. She feels the slime sliding down her skin and hears the honking of the semi-truck and “Smile” and Ashley’s bouncing leg. And then nothing.

She’s laying down, and suddenly being jostled. She hopes that was all a bad dream and Kait is waking her because she’s late for class but it’s more likely that the pack of guys have drugged her or knocked her out and now she’s on the floor in some empty warehouse and they’re going to have their way with her. There’s a high-pitched ringing in her ears and it’s so loud. She squeezes her eyes shut tighter, not ready to face her current circumstances.

She’s jostled again. “Ma’am, can you hear me?!”

She opens her eyes abruptly and is greeted by an array of flashing lights. She has to blink a few more times to adjust. She manages to croak out a quiet “Yes.”

As her eyes adjust further, she can see that the man before her is an EMT. She’s lying on the street, but she’s not sure where. Based on the amount of lights, she estimates there are several police cars and ambulances around. She tries to sit up to take in more, but is stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

“I need to stabilize your neck, ma’am.” He produces a cervical collar which he places carefully around her neck.

“Where am I?” she asks quietly.

“Athens Boulevard, ma’am.”

So she hadn’t gone far. That’s the street she was walking down when she ran into the guys, and then—“Wait, what happened?”

“There was an explosion. Please look at me so I can check your pupils.”

Once he’s satisfied that she’s fully conscious and her pupils are equal and reactive, he and his colleague helped her onto a stretcher. From her higher vantage point, she can see much more of the scene. She was thrown into the middle of the street, right on the yellow line. The sidewalks are covered in shattered glass from the storefront windows, reflecting the lights from the emergency vehicles. She sees some other people strewn about being attended to by paramedics. She can’t make out who they are and wonders if any of the guys that were bothering her were hurt. She glances over the spot on the sidewalk where she last remembers standing and sees a group of police and guys in suits talking and taking pictures. She figures it was some sort of terrorist attack.

As she’s loaded into the ambulance, she feels exhaustion wash over her like a wave and allows herself to drift off to sleep again.

She wakes up in the hospital. She’s been changed into a gown and is attached to an IV and all sorts of monitoring equipment. She sits up slightly, the miniscule movement causing her to wince in pain. She takes in her surroundings, trying to see if any of her belongings made it to the hospital with her intact. She doesn’t see any of her things, but her eyes land on the remote sitting on the bedside table. She grabs it and turns on the tv, hoping to find a news channel with information on the attack.

After a flipping through a couple of channels, she finds the local news. The blonde anchor has on her best serious face as she warns, “Please note that the following video is graphic and could be upsetting to some viewers.”

The screen cuts to black and white footage of the Athens Boulevard, shot from a high angle, presumably from a surveillance camera. She sees some random people passing by, and then there it is—her and the men. The fear and fury come rushing back to her as she watches herself be harassed. She sees the last thing she remembers—when the asshole put his hands on her—and then something happens. There’s a huge puff of thick black smoke that looks like nothing she’s ever seen from a fire. She hasn’t seen a bomb in real life but none of the action movies she’s seen have looked like this. The smoke spins like a miniature tornado, throwing the group of men off their feet. It then takes off, moving like an erratic serpent as it destroys the windows of the stores, before changing direction. It’s flying about, going every which way, almost like a deflating balloon that’s been let go. The smoke moves toward the camera and the video cuts off.

She’s not sure what she just watched. She flips through channels, hoping to find the video again, before settling on national channel that is playing to video on loop as various experts espouse their early theories.

She watches it four, maybe five more times. She finds herself leaning closer each time, watching the spot where she stood. Each time she watches it becomes clearer—the black smoke starts with her.

She falls back into the pillows, her mind a mess of questions. Did it throw her immediately? Did it come out of her? Did she turn into the big black smoke monster from Lost? She looks around the room, as if the answer may be apparent in the signs on the walls or her vital signs displayed on the screen beside her. She looks down at her hands, clenching and unclenching her fists. What the fuck?

She wonders what is wrong with her, and what happened to the group of men. She assumes they’re hurt but she refuses to consider the possibility of something worse. She’s ashamed of it, but part of her—a very small part—is happy they were hurt. The thought of what could have happened had she not gone all smoke snake on them makes her stomach turn. Her face contorts into a snarl as she clenches her jaw and wrinkles her nose. The number on the monitor that represents her heart rate begins to climb. She feels heat growing from her chest and spreading outward as she thinks, “They should have just left me alone.”

The heat reaches her extremities and her body feels charged, like the AED paddles sitting across the room, when suddenly the door swings open.

“You’re awake!” the nurse greets. She’s wearing bright pink scrubs and a warm smile. “I’m Wendy, and I’m your nurse for the next 6 hours or so. How are you feeling?”

The heat within her has dissipated and suddenly she’s overcome with exhaustion. She’s like one of those inflatable lawn decorations when the plug has been pulled. “Just tired, mostly. A little sore, I guess.”

“Okay. Dinner will be here in a little while, but in the mean time I want you to get some rest. The doctors want to keep you here overnight to monitor you, but you should be able to go home tomorrow. So far things are looking good. Nothing’s broken, and your head CT was clear. You made out pretty well, lady. You’re lucky.”

She quirks the corners of her mouth in a hollow approximation of a smile. “Oh, I know, Wendy.”

(And that’s it! I’d planned on ending it there but a friend said she’d be interested in more, so maybe to be continued...?)

#writing #mine #short story #street harassment #obscurus

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machihunnicutt · 6 years

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Fic-vember Day 6

I asked @coffee-rack for an idea and then tried to do what she told me. (It came out kind of sad though whoops.) See ya tomorrow:

Her Knight (Be More Chill - Brooke/Chloe)

“Brooke! C'mon, I want to try on that.” Chloe pointed to a strapless purple dress in the window and Brooke’s head was bobbing before Chloe even took her hand. She led her along like she usually did and Brooke hoped her hand wasn’t too sweaty. They were at the mall so Chloe could find a dress for the homecoming dance. She was going with some senior Brooke hadn’t met. (Chloe had told her his name but she’d blocked it out.)

As much as Brooke didn’t want to be here doing this with the best friend she’d had a crush on since the 6th grade, she couldn’t just say no when Chloe asked her to hang out.

Chloe was saying something about how purple was her color and that the dress looked like it’d make her boobs look awesome and Brooke was making too much out of the fact that Chloe still hadn’t let go of her hand.

“Do you like it?” Chloe’s manicured nails were on the dress in question now. She held it up to herself, smirk curling on her glossy lips. Her dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders and Brooke was reminded of when they were little and Chloe used to let her braid her hair at recess. It was when Chloe was angry; she’d be dethroned as the king of the four square court and put her hands on her hips and stomp her foot as she stormed back to the picnic tables to stew and Brooke would follow her on instinct.

Chloe was the queen of recess for as long they were allowed a recess. Brooke liked to think of herself as her knight as she braided stray violets she’d tucked in the pockets of her cardigan into Chloe’s soft hair. It always smelled like bubble gum. She thought it was Chloe’s shampoo.

“You’ll get them next time,” she reassured on more than one occasion. “The king square is yours. Jake’s no good at setting the rules anyway.”

“I know,” Chloe replied, but Brooke could hear the smile in her voice.

Brooke nodded at the purple dress and took it when Chloe handed it to her. She was sifting through the racks that had her size and humming to herself. “Tell me if you find anything okay? The dress has to be perfect for tonight.”

“Sure,” she said, looking down at the blur of purples. In 8th grade Brooke had wanted the perfect dress too. Chloe had just broken up with her boyfriend (of two weeks, nothing lasted long in middle school) and told her they should girl power it and go together. Brooke had tried on every piece of clothing she owned and tangled her hair into 50 different styles preparing for the dance. It was worth it when Chloe had complimented the white dress with tiny daisies all over it. She’d nearly stumbled in the too high heels that she wasn’t supposed to be wearing. When they walked in the dance (a hormone fueled affair with a DJ who kept skipping songs accidently) Chloe linked her arm in Brooke’s and she felt like she could be happy just staring at her all night. At Chloe’s side maybe she could do anything.

“I’m going to try these on alright? Wait outside so I can show you.”

Brooke nodded and handed her back the first dress, which she added to the stack of several more she’d found as Brooke’s thoughts were wandering.

When they’d gotten to high school Brooke thought it might be better to just move on. Chloe seemed to be infatuated with everyone but her (every boy at least) but sometimes she’d smile at her in just the right way that Brooke forgot everything that was impossible and dumb to dream about and her heart twisted up in a bunch of knots that she knew she couldn’t untie. And it was okay, she was working on it. And maybe she’d find the right way to tell her everything she’d felt. Maybe Chloe would let her be her knight forever.

“What do you think?” Brooke blinked and Chloe was standing in front of her again in the purple dress from the window. She looked like everything Brooke wanted to be. She looked strong and confident and made for the sleek elegance of this stupid strapless dress. She knew she was going to buy it. She knew she was going to wear it to dance with someone else.

“You’re beautiful,” Brooke said.

#be more chill #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #pinkberry #brooke lohst/chloe valentine #bmc fic #bmc oneshot #awi's fic #bmc #awi's fic-vember #talia

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jhinderer28 · 7 years

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246 Things Bones Has Taught Me

1. 6,7,16 are Carbon, Nitrogen and Sulfur on the Periodic Table of Elements 2. If you plan to murder someone do it on a plane right before you land in a different country 3. What it means to be a rational thinker. And that being irrational sometimes is ok 4. There is such a thing as fate 5. Everything happens eventually. But nothing happens unless first a dream 6. There’s more than one kind of family 7. How to get someone off on murder charges 8. The definition of true friendship 9. 246 ways how NOT to kill someone, because you will get caught 10. When “the” is not the first word in the episode title, shits about to get real (ie Aliens in a Spaceship) 11. The skeletal system is the best part of the human body 12. A million little facts curtesy of Vincent Nigel Murray 13. All the words to Hot Blooded 14. Nothing good happens when the clock says 4:47 15. Everyone deserves happiness, love, laughter, friendship, purpose, and a dance 16. Very few people are scary once they have been poked in the eyes 17. Don’t ramble on and on about conspiracy theories. You never know who is really listening to you and what they might do with that information 18. People do almost anything for family (even murdering the deputy director of the FBI) 19. To appreciate Brainy Smurf 20. Never trust a Russian knife throwing act in the circus 21. You can buy weapons at the mall. But wanting a gun for the sole reason of shooting people is not a good enough reason 22. The plot to strangers on a train 23. How to save someone with compartment syndrome 24. How to make a carbon dioxide scrubber 25. If you start hallucinating cartoon characters and dead soldiers you probably have a brain tumor 26. To search for the truth even if it leads to unwanted results 27. Chasing someone may be the smartest decision you ever make and being chased may be your greatest joy 28. Diplomatic immunity is extremely inconvenient 29. Even scientists can change (and we are all glad she did) 30. To fight. Even when the odds are stacked against you 31. Sometimes you just have to dance to the music that’s playing 32. 1 Corinthians 13:4 33. We can’t change who we are (but thankfully he’s a sexy FBI agent) 34. To not be distracted by the shiny baubles, because you might miss what really matters 35. People make their lives out of chaos and hope. And love. 36. The center has to be solid because the center must hold 37. Daffodil, Daisy, and Jupiter will always hold a special meaning 38. Sometimes you have to take the brain and put it in neutral. Then take the heart and pop it into overdrive 39. There is someone for everyone, someone you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. You just have to be open enough to see it 40. Sarcasm does not play well on the forensic platform 41. Any lock worth picking is worth kicking 42. There are mysteries I will never understand but everywhere I look I see proof that for every effect there is a corresponding cause 43. Sometimes we have to have the ability to substitute optimism for reality 44. Try to get the signal before you are living with regrets (because we are all glad she did!) 45. That doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results is the definition of insanity 46. That people are more than just psychology 47. To find someone who makes your life messy, and confusing, and unfocused, and irrational, and wonderful 48. Go to the company Christmas party; because friends don’t let friends photocopy their butts at company Christmas parties 49. To appreciate Christmas Eve day. It’s both an Eve and a day, it’s a Christmas miracle 50. That there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in science 51. To find that person who will never make you fall and who will always be there 52. Be respectful of others. You never know what scars they carry on their back. Metaphorically or literally. 53. Life is a lot more than what can be cooked up in a chemistry set. Miracles do happen. 54. Phylogenetic Systematics 55. Always play in the key of G demolished. 56. To not jump to conclusions until all the evidence is in 57. If your world gets turned upside down, give it time, it takes three days for it to turn right side up again 58. That there are burdens which allow us to fly 59. We all share in the loss of a life. No matter who it is. 60. Glug-Glug Woo-hoo! 61. Ergo, ipso facto columbo oreo. 62. Beer from Missouri goes great with leftovers 63. Love changes everything 64. All the words to “Keep on Trying” 65. There is a mystery to life 66. That Wonder Woman is better than Cat Woman 67. WASP stands for White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (but we are really talking about the buzzing pest) 68. Booth is Superman (he beats up bad guys and leaps over things. Not to mention he is married to Wonder Woman) 69. All organisms evolve and develop along patterns only recognized in retrospect (and thank god her life didn’t exist outside the laws of nature) 70. Sometimes you have to have absolute faith in someone 71. All pigs are now named Jasper 72. Beer hats in the bathtub solve all problems 73. Having to hire two nannies (one to watch the kid and the other to watch the first nanny) isn’t crazy it just shows how much you care about your child 74. Sometimes it’s ok to let the ice cream melt 75. The garage is an excellent place to store C4 76. Hearts can’t be broken they can only be crushed. But her heart muscle is bigger than people give her credit for 77. Inertia demands us to keep going 78. The washing machine makes for a great make out location 79. That he’s with Bones. All the way. Don’t doubt it for a second. Because she’s his standard. 80. Sometimes you have to be bad to be good. That way your frontal lobe won’t be a dried up raisin. 81. What goes on between them is just theirs 82. Shooting machine guns is a totally acceptable way to celebrate valentines day. 83. Dancing Phalanges 84. Everyone deserves a knight in standard issue FBI body armor. 85. A rubber band is a great anger management tool 86. Sometimes you have to have the guts of a gambler and take that risk. 87. Don’t judge someone before you get to know them because she’s not a cold fish and he’s not a superstitious moron. She has a soul and he has a brain 88. That it’s illegal to have premarital sex in Virginia (but that didn’t stop them) 89. When you eliminate the possible, you are left with the truth, no matter how improbable. 90. That being the best doesn’t mean being perfect 91. That a stand up crook is better than a crooked cop. Any day of the week. 92. That when two people make love they break the laws of physics, they become one. It’s a miracle. 93. That pigs in a blanket and Mac n Cheese are gods perfect food 94. Sometimes the best gift you could give someone is not a material item. (We are all glad of the gift she gave to Zach) 95. No changies. No take backs. 96. Your gut doesn’t have any special powers but listening to it every once in a while is a good idea. 97. Sequences and patterns will continue until something disrupts the pattern. 98. Everyone has a puckish side that will not be denied. 99. Up and forward are only two directions. Science should look in all directions. (She taught us all that) 100. That everyone deserves a love that is more than just 3 weeks a year 101. To never travel to New Orleans alone. 102. That the swings make for the perfect first date location. 103. How not to act at a funeral (unless translation has occurred) 104. To learn to not fight to change the past. The pain is a part of who we are. 105. That life never comes easy. But nothing of value is ever easy. 106. To never skip snack time. Or meals. Or food in general. 107. That "The Lime in the Coconut" will hold a special place in all our hearts. Because that was his jam. 108. To find that one person who will never betray you. 109. Page 187. 110. That having a high IQ is no excuse not to bathe. 111. That friends never send friends' fathers to the electric chair. 112. To never underestimate criminals with only one leg 113. That sometimes people don't need time and space. Just some time. 114. That there's nothing wrong with living in the moment; but it's good to see what the future holds 115. That infinity goes in both directions. So we all will get a second chance 116. To dive into life, be courageous. Question things. Be happy. And don't forget to laugh 117. That sometimes, love trumps logic. 118. To love everyday. 119. To never take life for granted. There are no guarantees. 120. That people lie; but bones always tell the truth 121. That loving someone, and everything around it, is worth it. 122. That there's nothing more important than having hope. 123. Meatball and peppers make the perfect sandwich. 124. That addiction is a lifelong battle. 125. Always tell your partner that you aren't really dead, you just had to fake your death to catch the bad guy 126. Don't sleep with your college professors. They may get jealous when the student surpasses the teacher. 127. How to make the best Mac n cheese (so good he wants to be alone with it). 128. That you may choose to part with old items but you will never part with the memories you created with them. 129. That the world is a lot better than we think it is. 130. Every once in awhile Pinky can stump The Brain. 131. That there is such a thing as beginners luck. 132. To take a ride on the vomet comet. 133. That babies need grills. 134. Blackmailing a federal agent, while not recommended, seemed to work out for both parties in this situation 135. That if you end up being the parent to the best car salesman (or woman) that's ok. 136. That it is totally worth it to have your own happiness completely contingent on another person. 137. That if you keep living trying to protect yourself, nothing is ever going to touch you. 138. To give yourself a chance to be happy. Even if that means moving on. 139. That my heart isn't someone's to claim, it's mine to give away 140. That character is who we are under pressure; not who you are when everything's fine. 141. That just because something's difficult, doesn't mean that I shouldn't do it. 142. That no matter the anthropological reasons, we fight to make the world a better place. 143. Don't touch the bobble head Bobby 144. All the different reasons the FBI is given jurisdiction in a murder investigation 145. Sometimes you just have to flash your boobs to get information 146. To stand up and defend your friends. 147. That aliens don't wear loafers. 148. That things don't always end up as neatly as we wanted them too. 149. That we are all born unique and our experiences mold and change us. 150. You can be a polymath without being a douche. 151. That Pluto's no longer a planet. It was demoted. 152. To leave life having given more than you've taken. 153. That love cannot be explained. It is beyond science, or religion. Beyond mind, or reason. 154. If you don't have a gun, an app will work just fine. 155. That you don't always get to pick your nicknames. 156. That living with a disability is not by any means a death sentence. 157. That it's ok to plan your own surprise birthday party. 158. To expect the unexpected. It might lead to the greatest parts of your life. 159. Never turn down the chance to conduct a science experiment. 160. That purple elephants are wrong. 161. That his "charm smile" is just a sign of respect. 162. Skalle. 163. That Kansas gets boring after awhile. 164. That someone in your corner makes all the difference. 165. To never light cigarettes in an outhouse 166. The most beautiful things in the world are sunsets, the Mona Lisa and a perfectly thrown spiral. 167. Do NOT piss off your boss. If there's a spider infestation just take care of it. 168. To take a ceramics class every once in a while. 169. Never pay for a plumber. Just get a "For Dummies" book and you're all set. 170. That partners don't say "forget it" 171. That you're never too old to laugh at "boner" 172. That "the man" buys all the office furniture. 173. That he was right, bones really are the heart of the matter. 174. To enjoy a ceramics class every once and a while. 175. To always swim with a buddy. 176. The definition of a philistine, and luddite 177. To never steal evidence from a murder victims house. 178. That sometimes the relationship that didn't work out leads you to the one that does. 179. That parents do a lot of crazy things just because they love their children. 180. That you can't just kill Agent Andy. 181. That they were never just partners. 182. The difference between being impervious and being strong. 183. That we each learn to survive in our own way. 184. Norwegian death metal 185. To appreciate the magic of the Egyptian room 186. That he will always be King of the Lab. Even if he's the only one who cares. 187. Diner eggs are simple magic. 188. Nunchucks are not toys. Seriously. 189. That your brain cannot digest breakfast burritos. 190. Never shoot an ice cream truck (even if you do offer to replace the clown). 191. To always respect the cocky belt buckle. 192. To never trust a washed up army fighter 193. To go to prom. 194. That each squintern brought something special to the team. We could never just choose one. 195. To be weary of bank vaults. 196. That if you have no other plans, racing beetles on a Friday night is totally acceptable. 197. To never be afraid to find a new passion 198. To love your work. Life is too short not to 199. Even an empiricist can have a heart. 200. That the definition of being "stupid in love" is spending $3000 for a quarter ounce of perfume. 201. That in 30, or 40, or 50 years we can all say we knew. Right from the beginning 202. That life is really just a lot of loose ends. 203. As long as a person has enough, they don't need more. 204. To never be ashamed of where you came from. 205. That happiness comes from what you already have. 206. That wanting things to work and making things work are two different things. 207. To never stop being yourself. 208. That if he flies to New Orleans just to make sure you're ok, you're not just partners 209. To appreciate Alfred Hitchcock movies 210. Never try to fit stadium seats into an elevator during a blizzard. 211. To give a piece of yourself every once in a while. 212. That getting blown up may just be a part of the job description. 213. To appreciate hospital pudding. 214. The wedding was worth the wait. 215. To appreciate Cyndi Lauper 216. Setting up a rescue at the airport is an acceptable way to get back on someone's good side 217. Female friendships before male romantic partners 218. That we are not our parents. 219. To watch out for serial killers on Craig's list 220. To go to the Louvre. 221. That we can't always save our siblings from everything. 222. Sometimes it's ok to lie your ass off to the FBI 223. The only acceptable reason to leave the hospital AMA is to save your "partner" 224. To always wear a mask when cutting into bone. 225. That life works out. 226. That 306 pages for a will is not at all excessive. 227. To let someone else drive in London. 228. That life is hard and painful, but we fight together. 229. That your boss can't be your lovely assistant. 230. That stuffed animals make great baby gifts 231. That nothing brings people together like a Christmas lung fungus. 232. Be weary of someone who takes New York action 234. A jail cell can be a perfect place for a wedding. 235. Never route against the Flyers. 236. To go to the museum more often. You never know who you'll find 237. The best conversations happen in cars. 238. To appreciate colorful socks 239. That it takes all of us. Every single one. 240. To look forward to what ever happens next. 241. That it was worth the ride. Everything about it. 242. When the network moves you into every possible time slot it can only mean they love you. 243. To love. 244. That 12 years is a long time. And a lot of magic. 245. That it's all about the cast. 246. To never doubt the little show that could. So Season 12 is it; here’s to the last 12 years and to everything that happens next!

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