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shadowycreatormentality · 7 months

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Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 6: The Moon Will Sing

“I shine only with the line you gave me.”

The second years, Hideyo and Yue are sent to another case, a murder house in Tokyo of a pregnant lady who was raped and murdered. The two are sent there to exorcise the curse that infested the place. When they got to the place, tension between the two was apparent. Neither one said a word. They just listened on as their auxiliary manager explained the situation to the both of them.

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“So uh… besides the door still being locked, that’s it,” Araki said as she took back the tablet from Yue’s hand and rapidly went inside her car to leave the two alone.

“You take the living room, I take the kitchen,” Hideyo whispered in Yue’s ear before they walked into the house while summoning a crowbar from their shadows to pry open the door.

“Since when did you have a crowbar-” And as Yue finished her words, Hideyo opened the door.

“I have a lot of shit in my shadows. Any more questions?” Hideyo asked in a passive-aggressive manner while turning around to face Yue; this was the final straw for her.

“Alright then, since we’re here. Why did you go to Tokyo when we had plans? What is SO important that you coincidentally always ditch me?!” Yue shouted at Hideyo angrily. ‘Do they hate me? Why is it always when we plan on hanging out?’

Silence fills the area as neither Hideyo nor Yue says a word. “Yue… you don’t understand. It’s for something important.”

“What do I don’t understand? Tell me, if you’re oh so knowing. TELL ME WHAT I AM MISSING!” Yue shouted angrily, then cursed energy began to gather at her hands. Hideyo notices this and quickly apprehends Yue.

“I can’t tell you, Yue. I have orders to stay silent about it. I’m sorry.” Hideyo whispers gently in her ears as they hold her shoulders down against the house wall. Yue is still writhing to get out of Hideyo’s hold, but they are too strong for her.

A few minutes passed, and Yue finally stopped fighting Hideyo’s hold. She breathes heavily as she caresses Hideyo’s bicep in a form of apology, only for them to flinch back.

Yue muttered a quick apology, to which Hideyo only nodded at. “Let’s get this mission done first.”

Yue agreed with the statement and fixed herself before heading into the house. Hideyo followed suit but not before looking back at the staring crow that perched in the nearby tree. ‘I know your games Mei-san, don’t you fucking dare bring Yue in them.’

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The house is dark and dusty; cobwebs and rats are crawling on the floor. Yue glanced around in disgust as Hideyo looked around for a trace of the curse. They saw a trail of cursed energy around the living room or what remained.

‘Yue, cover me while I check it out.” Hideyo gestured to Yue as they used the shadows to move from the front door to the decrepit couch. Behind the couch is a woman-like figure curled up and crying. It whispered, “Please leave, I beg you.”

Before Hideyo could respond, they are choked and pinned to the floor.

“HIDEYO!!” Yue cried out before sending white crescent moon-shaped blades aimed at the arms of the curse.

The curse, whose arms are now pinned to the wall, begins to snarl and growl in Yue’s general direction.

Yue made a beeline to Hideyo to check their condition, “You okay?” she asked as she helped them up.

“I’m fine, look who put our training to use.” Hideyo teased as they ruffled Yue’s hair, to her displeasure.

Yue felt butterflies in her stomach and something trying to escape her throat. Yue begins to cough and hack at her throat. “Excuse *cough* me, I’ll go outside for a *cough* bit.” “Go cough, gurl. I’ll handle the curse from here.” Hideyo reassured Yue, which finally made her head out of the house. But not before Hideyo got called out for using a gossip girl reference.

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When Yue headed out, she keeled over, coughing up thin and bloody pink petals. Seeing this, she quickly dialled the number of the school doctor, Shoko Ieri.

The call is responded to, though Shoko was groaning into the phone. “It’s too early for this shit. What do you want, Yue-san?”

“Ieri-san, I’m *cough* coughing up flower petals-” “Fucking hell, I’m getting Ijichi-san to pick you up. For now, channel some cursed energy into your lung area. That’ll help for a while, but get here quickly.”

A few minutes later, a black car pulled up in front of the one Yue and Hideyo used to get to the house. Kyotaka came out and hurriedly informed Araki of the situation and then escorted Yue to the car.

The car ride was tense but silent, aside from Yue coughing lightly here and there. But after half an hour, they finally reached the destination of Shoko’s office. Yue quickly sat on the bench as Shoko examined the flower petals drenched in blood. “Yue-san, you have the Hanahaki curse.” Shoko grimly stated

Yue looked confused but was quickly informed about the curse while getting treated by Shoko. The Hanahaki curse is a newly formed curse that originated from the fear of the story trope of Hanahaki. Since it’s a newer phenomenon, not much is known about it. Only two options are currently available. You can die with your feelings still intact, or you can get the flowers surgically removed in a procedure that’s already dangerous and also lose your emotions. However, the reverse cursed technique can mitigate the effects temporarily.

Shoko looked at the young sorcerer in her sparkly onyx eyes. Such innocence fated to suffer such a painful condition. But she has an idea. “How about this? You come here once a month to get treated by me. Does that sound good?” ‘Please say yes, Please say yes.’ The doctor thought to herself.

Yue nodded cheerfully, “Yeah, that sounds like a plan!”

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Hideyo stepped out of the house to see Araki at the phone with a serious look on her face.

“Where’s Yue?” Hideyo asked while walking up to the manager

“Oh, she went to see Shoko-san. She has something called Hanahaki, I think.”“... Wait, like the fanfiction trope?” “Do I look like I know Hideyo-san?"

#black air and black black lungs #spotify #head in hands #hanahaki ig #Spotify

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ammiemarie · 19 years

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Premonitions

Currently Listening The Spirit Room By Michelle Branch Goodbye to You

I've been feeling kind of weird lately. I've been thinking about what future there is to come. And I've been wondering, will everyone just forget about me in St.Joe and move on with there lives? I like it here in St.Joseph, Michigan because I know almost* everyone and they know how to whiten the darkest gray. I have so many friends, so many people that I'm just leaving behind. So many words that I meant to say, that were never said. So many things that I meant to do, that I never did. And I regret it. And I've been thinking about leaving MI. I don't know, I want to stay here because my heart has grown attached to my grandmother. And I fear that she will be alone. In that house, I was her only "friend" during the weekdays. But then again, I know where my dreams lie. My mother and everything that is happening in Youngstown, can/ is making my dreams come true. And when I'm with my grandmother, I fear that I haven't even got a chance. Besides, I feel I could never fit in with my grandmothers family. I'm being someone I'm not, just to earn the respect that I can never gain. My Aunt Liz, hates me completely. Me and my cousin Linda. And Linda, she has stood by me through everything! Even when I was her enemy, she was there. *Luv ya gurl*

My family has a dark past here in Michigan, and in Ohio, I will find my truth. Like, what really happened to my brother before I was born? I can't even begin to imagine what or where he is. Sometimes I wonder, what if this or that had happened and not what is. Like, what if I never went to Youngstown. Would my dreams come true? Or would they sit beside the river like a rock, and watch it just flow by? So many faces in so many places. And I wish that I could stand alone in time and gaze at my past and future so then I would realize where I am supposed to be. Wow, sorry for the long entry, really. But anyway, I am kind of confused and excited and sad at the same time.

#xanga #teen #2005 #archive

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mooncxmm · 3 years

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Todo's Petal

You rest your back against the roughed up bark of the old Sakura tree and let a relaxed sigh. You tilt your head back and squint up at the swaying flowers.

It feels like you're in your own little peaceful beautiful world, until footsteps snap you back into reality.

Looking at who was walking up to you, you see it's the love of your life, Shoto Todoroki.

The half n' half male approaches and stops in his tracks as he's right in front of you. “Petal… You actually came. I’m glad.” He spoke in his monotone voice.

“Of course I came, Sho. I wanted to see what you wanted to talk about,” you said softly. You watch your boyfriend sit down next to you and look up at the pink flowers.

"Petal I just want to apologize for not spending as much time with you anymore. Nakamura-Chan is really all on me and has me on a leash," your beloved explained.

"Nakamura-Chan this, Nakamura-Chan that… you know, I'm really sick and tired of hearing that bitch's name," you mumble under your breath.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Shoto said, looking at the ground covered in cherry blossoms. “I don’t want this to happen either. You know I'm against it, too.”

“You know I’m against it, too,” you mocked. ”If you were so against it, we wouldn’t be here in the first place."

Todoroki just looked at you in shock. He knew how you could get when you were upset but damn.

"You know if I see that bitch being all lovey dovey with you again, I'm going ape shit on her ass," You bluntly put that out there.

Todoroki's eyes widened. As he knew you showed your emotion with your eyes, he knew you were dead serious.

“I know you’re upset, but please don’t do that,” he said. You could tell he was shaken after what you said.

"No promises boo," you say nonchalantly. Your blood was boiling. All the times you had to watch Nakamura be all up on your man, touching him and shit, it was living hell for you.

"Baby look at me," Shoto said softly. He reaches for your cheek, but you slap his hand away, making him frown.

"I don't want your Nakamura germs," you say straightforwardly.

"Baby, please don't be like that," Todoroki pouts.

"Baby, please don't be like that," you mocked.

"Petal," Todoroki said firmly.

"Don't 'Petal' me," you said.

"It was all a lie when you said you loved me, wasn't it!" You shout in frustration. You slowly feel yourself lose your composure, your anger slowly increasing.

Todoroki's eyes widened. Did he just hear you right? He knew you didn't like the situation you were in at all but he didn't think you were doubting your guys' relationship. Did he do something wrong? Was it all his fault? Immediate guilt overfilled his soul and mind.

"Petal I-" Before he could even form a sentence you just shut him up real quick.

"No, just stop! I'm sick of this! I can't take it anymore. I'm about to lose my shit!" You yell at him before bursting into tears.

Todoroki's heart broke into pieces as he watched your tears stain your cute cheeks. He didn't mean to make you upset. None of this was supposed to happen.

“Peta- Y/n...I’m sorry,” he said, you can hear his voice cracking, choking even.

As you sob, Shoto leans towards you, grasping you with his arms, holding you tight. He just allowed you to punch his chest as you cried and shouted out threats towards Nakamura who wasn't even there.

"It's not fair! Not fair! Not fair! Why don't you just tell her that we're in a relationship already?! Please! Just end it with her! Who cares about your fucking father?!" You cried. You were just so tired of this whole situation.

Todoroki just held you and took it all in. He started to apologize over and over to you. He was so sorry that he had put you through this. He felt so shitty for doing this to your guys' relationship.

“If you hate him so much, why can’t you just tell him no? The one time you really need to?” You said through tears. “Why is this happening? Why is this the thing you can’t bring yourself to do?”

“I'm scared for both of our safeties,” he blurted. “I kept this up with Nakamura for as long as I did for us.” He looked a bit ashamed.

"What the fuck do you mean you're scared for both of our safeties? What do you mean by you did this for us?" You asked.

“I didn’t know, or even expect, that Nakamura would…” he trailed, “I didn’t expect that Nakamura would threaten to hurt you.”

You freeze. That bitch really threatened both you and your boyfriend. Ah hell no. She's definitely getting a beat down now.

In the midst of all of your confusion, Shoto's phone had a bing, and you could’ve guessed who it was.

*Nakamura<3 sent a message:*

‘hey! I noticed you were looking a bit down recently and I wanted to treat you!! meet me at that restaurant near your house, we can get some cold soba, i know you love that stuff!!! <33’

Confusion is gone, regret is in. You didn’t know what to do after your fit. His reason wasn’t something that you were really expecting.

“Shoto I…” you trail. ”I’m so sorry.” The embarrassment you felt was immeasurable and the regret was overwhelming.

“It’s okay Petal, I know this is something I should’ve said sooner so we could put an end to this but…the thought of Nakamura going through with it,” he exhaled. You could hear his shaky breath. “It frightened me beyond belief. And if she really did do it, I don’t know what I would have done with myself.”

You frown as you wrap your arms around his waist. "Sho it's okay… she can't hurt me. You know I'm a big girl. I can handle myself," you reassure him. "I'm a crazy bitch, I know how to handle myself," you joke.

Shoto chuckled and he nodded his head. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and he plants gentle kisses on the skin of your neck.

You started to giggle a bit, since your neck is ticklish. "Sho! Stop it!"

Shoto chuckled once again and he moved and kissed another spot on your neck and gently nibbled down on your skin.

A faint moan escapes from your lips. "Baby…" you whisper.

Shoto let out a curious 'hm' as he was making love to your neck. He was really into it as well.

"I swear if you leave a hickey on me…" you mumble.

Shoto growls at you playfully. He pulls away from your neck and asks,"What if I did?"

You pout your lips and you poke his cheek harshly. "Sho sho!"

"Okay that's enough. Let's go to the restaurant and meet up with Miss Nakamura," you say as you push away Shoto and crack your knuckles.

Shoto pouts as you push him away from your neck, his sweat drops when he hears you cracking your knuckles. Shit was about to go down.

The way to the restaurant wasn’t too far from the park you had been at, and the excitement of beating down Nakamura was getting to you; making you speed up your pace, basically dragging Shoto.

“Finally! The moment I’ve been waiting for is coming!” You said in a mix of giddiness and aggression, looking like a mad man speed walking to your destination.

“Slow down a little, Petal,” Shoto chuckled, you could tell he was stumbling over his feet a little from the pace of speed.

You could just see the restaurant in the distance. Oh gurl you were r e a d y to beat her ass. You were holding Shoto's hand, dragging him to the restaurant but in your other hand, you had a fist. Your knuckles were white from how tight your fist was.

Once the restaurant was in your view, you licked your lips as you saw a certain person standing outside of it. You let go of Shoto's hand and sprinted towards them.

"What the fuck?! You crazy bitch!"

The sun was setting, and the wind was blowing gently. The sky was the most beautiful thing you had seen, a mix of orange, red, yellow, blue, and even the clouds looked a beautiful shade of pink. Undoubtedly, today was probably one of the best you’ve had in a while, and nothing could ruin it.

“Thank you for taking me out Sho,”You said, a giant smile plastered on your face.”I know I’ve been a little rash, everything just hasn’t been the best lately.”

“It’s okay, Petal, I get it,” Shoto said, he had a gentle smile on. Your heart has never felt this warm and you know it’s because of him. How could you have been so lucky to find someone who understood you so well? Someone who basically knew you inside and out?

While walking, you could see his black roofed house. Even though this was one of the most beautiful sceneries you could possibly witness, all you wanted to do was get to his place, plop down, and rest your footsies.

Like the gentleman you knew Sho was, he pulled the slide doors open for you, obviously to let you in first. And to your surprise when you had taken your first step, you saw Enji. And he wasn’t alone.

He had a petite brunette girl with golden yellow eyes, and you had no idea who she was.

After you had technically stepped into the house, Sho was a couple of seconds after, making a joke on the way in. Once he turned around from closing the door, you could see he was just as startled as you were.

"Father, who is this girl?" Shoto asked as he took off his shoes. He places his shoes next to yours.

"Hikari Nakamura met my son, Shoto Todoroki, your new boyfriend," Enji said bluntly.

Both Shoto and you froze, in shock.

This hurt you so badly. You knew and respected that Shoto wanted to keep your guys relationship a secret but this was bad.

#shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha fan fiction #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #reader insert

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skullrock · 4 years

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the parents - Steve x Reader

pairing - Steve x Reader

request - Hi! If possible could you write a something where the reader meets Steve parents for the first time (after being cancelled on so many times) and they’re not the greatest which results in the reader standing up for Steve!

word count - 1.7k

warnings - swearin’

a/n: this was CATHARTIC I hope you enjoy <3

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Steve’s grip on the steering wheel is so tight that you’re worried he’s going to break his knuckles.

“Hey,” you say calmly, resting your hand on his thigh. “It’s just a dinner.”

“It’s not just a dinner.” He rakes his hand through his hair and clenches his jaw. “It’s a dinner with my… my shitty dad.”

You lean back in your seat with a sigh. Steve had cancelled, and cancelled, and cancelled on his parents. They finally tricked him into coming by with you, and he was not happy. Actually, he was really pissed off.

“Please unclench your jaw. You’re going to break it and you’re too pretty for that.”

He relaxes slightly, a faint smile on his lips. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Of course I think you’re pretty.”

He takes a hand off the steering wheel and laces his fingers through yours, squeezing tightly. “I apologize in advance for whatever they have to say. And whatever they do.”

You roll your eyes at him. “It can’t be that bad.”

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Turns out, it can be that bad.

Steve’s dad is a literal Bond villain. He smokes a cigar around the house and never takes it out. He has a painful handshake and pointed eyes. He just looks angry, even when he is happy. You’re very nervous around him, but you understand where Steve gets his looks.

His mother is beautiful and meek, compared to her husband. She is very doting on Steve, but has some passive aggressive comments. She hugs you, and she smells like perfume that costs too much for what it is. Steve has her brown eyes.

The atmosphere is tense and hangs over the room like smoke, suffocating and thick. You clear your throat and ask questions in an attempt to stop his father from glaring and his mother from wringing her hands, decorated with diamonds and jewels.

“What was Steve like when he was a kid?” you ask, smiling. You bump into him beside you. “Probably a menace.”

“You can say that again,” his father says, his cigar still hanging from his lips. Steve stiffens beside you and you attempt to quell his anger by rubbing your thumb over his, but it doesn’t do much.

“Awe, Steve wasn’t that bad,” his mom says. Her eyes shine. “He was a little troublemaker, but he was a cutetroublemaker.”

“Mom,” Steve hisses, and you laugh genuinely.

“He liked to get in trouble with the girls, that’s for sure,” his father mumbles. “And how many times have you gotten your ass kicked?”

Steve’s mom slaps his father’s arm, glaring, and you tense up, too, in shock. Your brows furrow and you open and close your mouth. You want to say something, but you can’t. You know it’s probably not a great idea to confront your boyfriend’s father. You can practically hear Steve’s teeth cracking as his jaw clenches again. Your heart aches – there’s nothing you can do to make him feel better except get him out of that house as soon as possible.

“Dinner ready?” you ask, looking directly at his mother, who nods eagerly and jumps up. You follow her to a dining table, decorated with porcelain that must have been imported. She goes to the kitchen to get the food, which leaves you, Steve, and his dad sitting at the table in an awkward silence. You bump your feet into Steve’s repeatedly as a way of silently telling him that you’re here and he’s okay. His mom comes out a second later with a pan, then some pots, and then a pitcher of water infused with fruit.

You feel like you’re at a five-star hotel, if it were run by a Bond villain and a mouse.

Perhaps the worst part of the visit is how everyone sits in complete silence while they eat; or, more accurately, push their food around. You cannot believe this is their actual chemistry with each other; and although Steve is moved out now, you feel horrible that he had to live like this for twenty years. Every night he had to sit at a huge table that could easily sit 8 but is set for 4, watching his father smoke a cigar and read the paper, as his mother desperately tried to get his approval and attention. The thought of it spikes irritation in you, only fueled by the sickly smell of the cigar smoke.

“Like your cigars, huh?” you ask his father, eyes narrowed.

“Imported from Cuba,” he says, as if it’s something to be proud of.

“So, do you smoke while you eat, or?”

Steve chokes on his water beside you and kicks your leg, silently begging you to shut up. You glance at him and smirk – you think it’s kind of funny. His father glares again and slowly sets it on a nearby ashtray, the sizzling of it going out the only sound in the room, aside from forks pushing meat on the china.

“Thanks,” you say sweetly, a shoulder cocking up and back down.

“I like this one,” his father says, pointing a finger at you and smiling. “Does she push you around too, Steve?”

“Sometimes,” you answer for him, forcing a smile.

Steve knows this will simply not be ending well for anyone, and he wants to scream and run out of the room, leaving a Steve-shaped hole in the wall in his wake. He’s nauseous and anxious, bouncing his knee up and down erratically. It makes the table shake, but his folks don’t seem to notice. They’re used to it.

“Steve needs someone to push him around,” his father continues. “He needs someone to give him some motivation.”

You bite your cheek, contemplating if you want to respond or bite back.

You bite back.

“That’s not true. I think Steve needs someone who doesn’t hound him at all hours of the day.”

Steve wants to die.

Steve’s mom wants to die.

“Anybody want dessert?” she asks weakly.

“Well, hounding him all day every day didn’t do much,” his father replies.

“Yeah? I wonder why.”

Steve kicks you under the table again, hissing your name under his breath. He pointedly avoids eye contact with his father.

“Steve must be different around you,” his father says, smiling bitterly. “When he lived here, we couldn’t get him to do anything. It was like he wasn’t capable. Ain’t that right, honey?”

His mother shields her face.

“Steve’s more than capable.” It comes out without thought, and you want so desperately to swallow the anger that rises and sits at the base of your throat, but it comes out in a rush. “Steve’s smart, and caring, and a hard worker.”

His father laughs and your fists clench.

“Maybe Steve didn’t thrive around you because it’s hard to have an asshole as a dad.”

“Y/N,” he hisses, clutching your forearm.

“You know, they always say it’s like father like son. So how many times did you get your ass beat, Mr. Harrington?”

“Too many to count,” Steve’s mom responds, and you stifle a laugh.

“Enough,” Steve and his father say simultaneously, and while his mother slinks back, you sit straight, chin up.

“Don’t like being hounded much yourself, huh?” you ask, and his father’s pupils flare, but he stays quiet.

“Think we better get going,” Steve says, standing up, but you pull him back down.

“I thought your mom said something about dessert. It would be rude to leave now, wouldn’t it?”

Steve is conflicted. On one hand, he hates that you’re talking back to his dad, because he knows more than anyone how it ends. On the other hand, it’s really amazing to have someone see his worth and verbalize it to his biggest critic’s face.

So he decides to sit back down, relaxing at your touch as your fingers swirl circles on his wrist.

“I’ve got a pie in the kitchen –“ his mother starts.

“Let me help you with that!” you say quickly, folding your napkin and sitting it on the table. Steve excuses himself to the bathroom – no way in hell is he going to sit at the table alone with his dad – and you follow his mother to the kitchen while his father follows with his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you start as soon as you get to the kitchen. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable –“

“My husband needs to be told off,” she says, hushed. “And Steve needs someone to tell him he’s worth it.” She grabs your hand and squeezes it, and you swear her eyes are welling with tears. “You’re perfect.”

Over pie, you talk to his mother about Steve, making a point to tell his parents about all the good things he does and everything he is good at. You tell him about how protective he is, how he defended a child from a teenage bully – leaving out the part where he almost got beat to death for it – how kind, caring, thoughtful, courageous he is. Steve blushes the entire time, but he radiates with happiness. For the first time, he feels loved for all he is.

You leave by giving his mother a hug and shaking his father’s hand again, your grip matching his, and while it hurts, it feels good. You smile at him and he frowns. You enjoy his confusion at your behavior. You also enjoy how he hasn’t said a word since you spoke up.

Steve pulls you into a long, tight hug once the front door shuts. It’s so tight that you can hardly breathe. He leans down and kisses you deeply, pulled close to him. Resting his forehead on yours, he whispers, “Thank you.”

“Wasn’t so bad,” you say cheekily. “And I even have something to celebrate with.”

Steve’s brows furrow and you smile before reaching into your jacket and pulling out a box of his father’s beloved Cuban cigars. Steve’s eyes widen and then he laughs – hearty, fully, happily.

“Let’s go home and trash them,” he suggests.

You stand on your tip toes and kiss him again. “That’s just what I was thinking.”

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duskypinkbow · 4 years

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Shitty weather II Jeff Wittek

summary: You meet Jeff again after a long period of time.

word count: 3,4k (upsy daisy)

note: This is my first fic ever so pls bear with me! :)

A veery very big shoutout to my lil angle @geoffwittek for proofreading and correcting my mistakes! Love u gurl u r the best 🎀

“The house could be packed“ Natalie took the time to warn you. You waved her off while putting your bag between your legs „that’s totally fine“.

As you two drove through LA traffic you looked out at the sky and noticed the clouds are getting grey. „it might rain today..“ you determined, while the two of you continued your conversation. Finally, you pulled up at her house, or to be more specific, David’s house she happened to be living in. Nat parked the car in front of the gate due to the fact that the entrance was already blocked by other cars. Your friend looked at her phone „yeeep“ she said as the scrolled through her messages „there is definitely something going on here…“ - „oh, well I can always leave right away if it gets too much“ you promised while unbuckling your seatbelt and making your way to the house.

„Daaaaavid!“ she screamed, falling to the ground in fear. „You can’t do that to me!“ she complained as her hands rested over her heart. The brown-haired boy giggled, his phone still recording in his hands. After putting it back in his pocket he helped Natalie stand up again. „That’s my idiot roommate..“ Natalie explained to you. „aaaaand boss“ he added smugly, smiling from ear to ear. He stuck his hand out towards you. „David“ he said - „y/n“ you introduced yourself in return.

Once the introductions were done, you observed a big living room further down the hallway. „Come with me…“ Natalie instructed “I’m gonna show you my closet“. You followed her steps through the living room, which was indeed packed with people. Some of them sitting on the big white couch while others were leaning on the kitchen island. Natalie greeted them with a shouted hello, while you just waved shyly in an attempt to symbolise a well meant greeting to all of them.

In the bedroom, your best friend showed you her very well organised closet filled with dresses and fancy skirts alike. „What size shoes are you?“ she asked. “umm.. y/s/s..“ you answered while looking through the endless hangers. „damn, so I can’t give you those fanc-„ before she could even finish her sentence a loud „Naaataaalieee“ came from the hallway. „ugh“ she groaned, reluctantly setting the pair of high heels down. “I’ll be right back..“ you softly nodded and continued to look through her closet.

After some time had passed you still couldn’t decide between three of her alluring dresses. You put the hanger of one of them above your head so that it was hanging clearly in front of your body. „Oh you would look so cute in that one!“ Natalie said as she was re-entering her room. You smiled at your reflection in the big mirror. „Don’t you think it’s a bit too much for a wedding?“ you asked, still a little uncertain. „Absolutely not!“ she denied your worries. „When is the wedding anyways?“ - „in like three month..“ you answered, still glancing in the mirror while posing a little for yourself in assessment. „Then just take this one and the other two… you can decide closer to the day.“ you looked up, in slight disbelief at her offer. „I mean it..“ she asserted „I won’t need them…at least not in the next couple of months“ her words reassuring you.

With the dresses in your arms, you made your way to the hall in order to leave the big house again. You waved your goodbyes to the people still sitting and chatting in the living room.

As you made a turn in the hallway your head collided with a solid chest, your body almost falling down at the sudden loss of balance. Instead, two hands rested on your shoulders, effectively preventing the fall. „sorry i didn’t see-“ you said while looking up to be met with a pair of brown eyes. Your mouth remained slightly open, the rest of the apology stuck in your throat. It’s been almost six years since you last saw him.

You met on a rainy day in late autumn. Your clothes soaking wet as you stepped through the door of the studio. „shitty weather out there huh?“ first words he ever spoke to you. „tell me about it“ you nodded, focused on trying to wring out your soaked hair. „I don’t think that will help“ he chuckled lightly. The first time you heard his laugh, the handsome boy looked at you with a little smirk. „heey..can we get a hairdryer or somethin’ for her?“ he requested the man who was passing through the room, his right hand pointing in your direction. „Yeah I can grab one, you guys here for the shoot?“ the employee asked. Both of you nodded simultaneously „Perfect. Could you get ready in here?“ he instructed you on where to go and promised someone would bring the hairdryer.

It was silent on your way in before he decided to end the quiet by asking: „Sooo..is this your first job?“ - „umm, second“ you answered shyly, a bit intimidated by his hight, especially next to your smaller figure. „Is it that obvious?“ you asked, now a little embarrassed, questioning if you already did something wrong. He chuckled again „not at all“ he reassured, holding the correct door open for you „Jus’ wanted to start a conversation “ you smiled, feeling your cheeks flush at his straightforwardness.

„Yeah, I actually have another job in like two weeks“ you said while on the phone, a little after you two began to take some photos for the launching clothing line. „No…- I guess.. - no I need to find a new place for that time.. - yeah.. - worst case scenario I will just go to a hostel or rent a cheap hotel room…- i mean I’m just sleeping there right? - no yeah...i understand.. - i should really get going now.. - i’ll call you back okay? okay.. bye“ you end the call and return next to the tall stranger you just met, waiting for instructions on what’s next in the shoot.

„uhmm“ he begins shyly, still looking to the cameraman who was adjusting his camera. „not to be nosey..but did i hear that right? You need a place to live or something?“ you looked at his side profile, explaining your current situation. „Alright, so about that..“ he interrupts, glancing between you and photographer. „A friend of mine has a spare room going in his apartment. He’s actually already looking for a new roommate, but that could be postponed. If you want to I could call him up and ask if it would be okay for you to stay there?” - „wait.. deadass?“ you ask, his generous offer shocking you. „well, I mean only if you want to?“ He looked down to observe your reaction. „I- yeah..- i mean your friend won’t murder me right?“ you joke, looking up and into his warm. He’s the first to break the eye contact, glancing at the cameraman again. „He’s one of the nicest guys I know out there…“ he assures with a small smile present. „He is so fucking nice, wouldn’t even kill a fly…“ his words of comfort continue. „Well, then yes, please I am totally willing to take you up on that offer“ is your enthusiastic response, his full attention back on you & a genuine smile decorating the handsome features. „Alright...I will ask him after the shoot is over then..“ - „Thank you so much!… it really means a lot -...umm?“ you begin, hopeful of catching his name „Oh shit yeah, guess I never introduced myself right?“ the man realised. „..My name is Jeff“ he said, reaching out for your hand „Yeah right“ you chuckle, not about to fall for his joke. „No, really..“ the smirk is back on his face. „Oh, so you are an undercover police officer just like me?“ you whisper, hoping he might catch the 21 Jumpstreet reference. „damn..“ he mutters while searching in his back pocket „this fuckin’ movie really ruined my life..“ his hand emerges with a wallet, the ID in it soon handed to you. „Jeffery Wittek..“ you read aloud „the one and only..“ he confirms still smiling softly at you.

After the shoot was over Jeff called up his friend, confirming it would be alright if you stayed with him. The very next day he helped you take all of your stuff over to his friend’s apartment.

In the weeks that followed, the two of you grew inevitably close. Although both busy with work & other responsibilities on some days, you still managed to spend at least a few hours each day together.

Sometimes he just checked in on you, making sure to ask if everything was alright. On other occasions, he visited his friend and stayed the whole day to do nothing but spending time together.

You showed him pictures of places you have been to, in return, he would share his childhood memories. You even told him about your plans for the future, while Jeff opened up about his past. It became your favourite pass time to make jokes about his inability to read properly, to which he would only tease about your short height.

Throughout your stay, the pair of you talked almost every night, about everything, just because it came so easily between you two. Always enjoying every second of valuable time together, not wanting it to end.

One of those nights, you finally built enough courage to admit that you were moving out of the country to live in Italy with your boyfriend. In reply, Jeff confessed his plans to move out to LA cause he met a girl.

Your friendship started innocently. Neither of you would have thought that it could ever build into such an intense and deep connection within the short amount of time. You were strangers only days ago, now openly sharing secrets usually too afraid to tell even the closest of friends. Maybe it was because both of you understood the reflected lack of ulterior motives in honesty. After all, you made sure to just keep things friendly, flirting carefully avoided. Or because you knew both of you were leaving, that alone reason enough not be dishonest with each other. Whatever it was, it started to become a little dangerous with time, you all too aware that the two of you were playing with the fire.

Time continued to pass, you could feel yourself begin to like the familiar boy more and more. Your heart would beat faster any time you saw him, breathing stopping for a second every time his skin touched yours. It continued on: you would get lost in his beautiful eyes whenever he looked at you, asking yourself if he could feel the same way you were. If there could ever be more. You did your best to stop those thoughts immediately, reminding your mind how you were about to leave the country for your boyfriend, whom you loved and didn’t want to betray. Besides, Jeff started to see that girl.

One night, Jeff's friend decided to hold a little get together with some of his friends, your stay in the apartment effectively forcing you to take part. Everyone had their fun, all chatting & playing drinking games on a cheerful night.

After a while, some of you somehow ended up on the rooftop of the building. Most of the people out there just wanting to get a bit of fresh air or have a cigarette, but you went up solely to enjoy the view. You loved going up to the roof just to see the shining lights of the city that doesn’t sleep.

„So your stay here is coming to an end huh?“ Jeff was the one to interrupt your admiring, walking up to you, while you looked out to the lights. You nodded „yeah“ the word spat out sadly before taking another sip of your drink. „I never thought three weeks could be over with so quickly..“ his words carried a sad undertone. „Me neither..“ you acknowledged, „i think i did and saw more in those three weeks with you than ever before“ he chuckled at the true words. „yeah.. we experienced quite a lot of New York together“ he made sure to exaggerate with his accent, sight remaining locked on you.

When you finally looked up at him, you couldn’t help but tease „So.. Is the tough Wittek gonna miss me?“ you asked jokingly while running your hand through his wind tousled hair. „Of course i will.“ he admitted. „Haven’t had so much fun in a long time..“. A smile sneaked its way across your face „oh your gonna have fun again when you are reunited with your special lady.“ you rebutted, oblivious to how his smile faded a little. Of course he would have fun again he thought. But the girl he was seeing right now wasn’t you. She was funny, but her humour couldn’t compare to yours. She was beautiful but she didn’t have those cute little dimples, which only showed when you laughed aloud. She had a promising career in front of her, but she just wasn’t you. „I guess…“ he eventually replied, still deep in thought about the girl who couldn’t compare.

You took another sip of your drink and gazed away into the distance before finally glancing at the man who had your heart. „I think you- ..you have a little eyelash on your cheek“ Jeff said, abandoning his drink in favour of stepping a little closer and moving his hands up to your face.

One of them rested gently on your cheek, to give your head some balance as he titled it upwards, the other grazing right under your eye to get the fallen lash. His fingers lightly brushed over your skin, grasp so gentle on your face as if it was something precious. As if it could break if he put too much pressure on your little cheek. It was the very first time you really let yourself look him in the eyes tonight. Not that you haven’t looked into the brown pools before, but this time, in the light of the city, just inches away from your face, you really saw the artistic strokes of the different shades of brown melting together. You saw how the dark parts covered up the few light spots, saw his kindness and how much he truly cared about you, all by simply looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

His hand stayed on your cheek, despite the lash being long gone. You breathed out audibly, lost in the present moment. The scent of his cologne travelling up and into your nose in the proximity you two shared right now. „we should-..probably get back to the party…“ he whispers slowly, involuntarily glancing at your lips while his palm moved from its hold on your cheek to the back of your neck. „mhmm“ you could only hum lightly in response, feeling your heart starting to beat faster, slowly rising to your tippy toes. Your face is slowly inching closer to his & then you can feel his breath on your lips, eyes starting to close on their own accord, the two of you so close and right before your lips could touch - „Paarty time!“ one of Jeff's friend accidentally interrupts, tipsy shouting entering the rooftop. The two of you pull back immediately, not wanting him or anyone else to witness the kiss you almost shared. The friend walks obliviously towards Jeff. „man we thought you’ve left already!“ his word stuttered drunkenly. „No, I wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye“ he chuckles away as if the moment you two just had never happened.

You had three more days in New York after that slip up before you finally left for Europe. Neither Jeff nor you mentioned the moment you two had together. After that night, and after you both finally sobered up, you convinced yourself that Jeff was too drunk to even remember what could have happened. His own thoughts were similar. Both of you far too scared to say something and ruin the time left. You were too embarrassed because Jeff had already started to date that girl he thought he liked, not to forget you were in a relationship with a boy you thought you were in love with . Both too cowardly to admit that there is indeed a spark there.

As your last day has come Jeff and his friend escorted you to the airport. „Man it will be so weird not having you around anymore y/n“ Jeffs friend said while driving through New York traffic. You looked out of the window in the backseat of the car. „I’m really gonna miss this..“ you stated, now slyly looking at Jeff, sitting in the passenger seat without returning your longing glances. In reality, what you would really miss..is him. You would miss his high pitched laugh, dark sense of humour and dry jokes, his warm and caring hugs and especially, his presence in your life. Not knowing if you would ever see him again or if you will ever come back to America again.

Jeff and his friend lead you to your gate, saying their goodbyes, promising to visit you in Italy someday, assuring that you’ll always be welcome if you decide to return. You hugged your new friend, who allowed you to stay in his apartment so graciously before looking up at Jeff. „Come here..“ he says, opening his arms for your embrace. Your arms wrapped around his waist, his head resting atop of yours. You breathed in heavily, trying to hold back the inevitable tears. He stroked your back in comfort „I’m really gonna miss you y/n/n..“ he conceded in a whisper. „me too..“ you admitted as well. „Promise me we will see each other again?“ Jeff asked, now looking down at you, while your own gaze travelled up to his eyes. You smiled sadly „I promise..“ you nodded with watery eyes. He hugged you again, saying your last goodbyes before you left to get your flight.

Jeff’s hair was slightly wet from the rain outside, a similar expression of shock on his face.„wow..uh, what?“ you let out, first to break the silence between you. „wow…“ he repeated dumbfounded. His hands were still resting holding onto your upper arms before he eventually raised them to his head in an act of disbelief. He shook his head, not sure if this was really happening right now, if it was really you in front of him. „I-„ you started again, but before you could keep talking he quickly forced you into a tight embrace.

His hands went back to your shoulders, still unsure if it was really you „This is insane..“ He muttered eventually, „it is..“ you confirmed. „How long has it been?“ Jeff was quick to ask while you still struggled to grasp the situation. „Almost 6 years..“ you uttered lightly.

„How’s Vince?“ he couldn’t help but ask with interest. „Oh...we uh, we broke up a while ago..“ you admitted, remembering your days in Italy. „oh I’m so sorry.“ the reply was sympathetic. „Yeah..how is Cierra?“ you asked in return, curious about the girl he started to see when you guys just met. Jeff glanced over into the living room, suddenly aware of all who were witnessing your reunion. „we also broke up a while ago..“. The information delivered with no emotions. You nodded lightly, unsure on how exactly to react or respond.

You checked your phone to look at what time it was, „I should probably go now..“ you mentioned, breaking the short moment of silence between you two. „Yeah..“ Jeff nodded, freeing your way to the exit. As made your very first step towards the door he stopped you by saying „Listen, before you go, can i get your num-“ before he could even end his sentence you interrupted „-just ask Natalie for it“ you informed him, „‚cause if you won’t, i’ll promise you that i will..“ you stepped closer to the door while teasing. „I’m not gonna lose touch with you again Wittek..“ you reveal and he chuckles.

Just when you were reaching for the front door again Jeff stopped you „y/n..“ you turn to look back at him, seeing that his stretched out hand held an umbrella „Here, take this..“ he demands softly „S’shitty weather out there..“ he adds with a little knowing smirk.

#the vlog squad #the vlog squad imagine #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek x y/n #jeff wittek x you #jeff wittek x reader #my post

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kieraswriting · 4 years

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Coffin Chapter Thirteen

Masterpost

From outside the bedroom, things started getting louder. There was the noise of people shuffling around, waking up, clanging of pans from the kitchen, running water.

“Listen, I don’t care! I don’t trust any one of you!”

That woke up Patton, and both he and Virgil went out to see what was going on.

Remy was in the living room, holding up Emile, who looked considerably less worried, and considerably more patiently exasperated.

“What’s going on?” Patton asked.

Instead of properly answering Patton, Remy fixed his eyes on Virgil. “You!”

Virgil took a step back, “I didn’t— I only just got up!”

“Exactly. You wouldn’t hurt a fly if it bit you first. Take Emile.”

Virgil found Emile dumped in his arms. “Eh-wha?”

“Thank you, Virgil, you can set me down now.”

Virgil set Emile down. “What’s going on?”

Remy rolled his eyes. “I’ve gotta leave with Logan, and I’m not about to leave Emile alone with these bi-“

“Language,” Patton interrupted.

Remy grumbled. He turned halfway, to see Logan waiting by the door.

“You keep him safe!” Remy said firmly. “Or so help me it’ll be your head rolling tonight.”

Remy stalked away, slamming the door on his way out.

Virgil gulped. There was no way he could protect himself, let alone a human, against all these vampires if they decided to attack.

“Ok, party’s over,” Emile said, his voice cheery despite all that had just happened. “If you need something to do I’m sure I can find you something.”

At that, the majority of the vampires crowding the living room dissipated.

Virgil let out a breath. That made things easier, but the sudden and unexpected responsibility still weighed heavy on his shoulders.

“You’ll be fine,” Emile said, hunkering down a bit so he could look into Virgil’s eyes even though Virgil had his head tipped toward the ground. “I’m pretty certain I can handle myself, and even if I can’t, I won’t let Remy do anything to you.”

“So are you and Virgil gonna hang out today?” Patton asked, coming back from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

“If Virgil doesn’t mind,” Emile said.

Virgil just blinked. His mind was all fuzzy, and he wanted to sit down. He just nodded.

•^*^••

“I just… don’t quite trust it.” Roman said, driving the four wheeler.

Dee was riding behind him, and very pointedly not holding on to him, despite the jerking as they drove around the pasture. “I don’t either. We don’t know anything about him.”

They were looking for Remus, but so far had seen no signs of any vampires at all.

“Do you think he just took them all and left?”

“It’s definitely impossible,” Dee said flatly. There was not a hint of sarcasm in his tone, yet Roman had the distinct impression that he was being made fun of.

It was a while later that they went over a hill, and found the vampires at the bottom. They were… skinny dipping? It wasn’t even summer, or very warm at all.

“Bro! Snakey! Come on in!”

“That water is filled with cow pee,” Dee said. “You’d have to drag me in.”

“Oh, I can do that!”

“No!” Roman interrupted. “Please, just, get back in the water. Or at least put your clothes on.”

Remus sank down in the muddy water, blowing bubbles.

Roman cringed at the thought of having his mouth anywhere near the water.

“Is this just a visit?” One of the other vampires asked.

“Uh, more or less,” Roman said.

“Damn!” The vampire said, and was echoed by several disappointed groans.

Remus broke into a triumphant laugh.

“Let me guess, you’ll never tell us what that’s all about,” Dee said.

“I said we could only kill people that didn’t come for a visit,” Remus said. “And my bro looks tasty, even if he does smell bad.”

“I do not!” Roman blustered. “And I’m an only child.”

Remus shrugged.

“You intend to stay here then?” Dee asked.

Remus shrugged again. “Until it gets boring.”

“Let’s head back,” Dee said.

“What? Now? We didn’t even—“

“Go home, Hunter,” one of the other vampires said, and soon, encouraged by Remus himself, they were all chanting at Roman to go home.

Roman didn’t like it. But he left.

“What was that all about?!” He said, once they were probably out of earshot of the vampires.

“I can force people to tell me the truth. He wasn’t lying. And if we leave him to it he’ll stop the rest of them from attacking people for no reason.”

•^*^••

“I may be amazing, but I can’t just pull it out of nowhere,” Remy said. “I’m done.”

“We’ve only gone to two locations!” Logan said, already beyond exasperated.

Remy shrugged. “I’m done.” He walked away.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Where?!”

“Does it matter? I’ll find my own way home.”

“We haven’t accomplished any of the tasks we set out to do!”

Remy shrugged. “Look, tough luck, gurl. Chill. We’ll try again next week.”

“What about Emile?”

Remy looked at Logan over the top of his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Is that a threat?”

“No. But you’d just leave him without warning?”

Remy shrugged again, his whole body relaxing into a casual posture. “He’s got a little baby vampire to take care of, he won’t get in trouble.”

“And he won’t worry about you?”

“Not with Virgil to worry about. And chill, I’ll call him if I wanna stay out more than a day or two. Not like you actually care.”

And then Remy zipped away, faster by far than a human could, and yet still managing to make his movements look casual.

•^*^••

Things had been far easier than Virgil had assumed. He’d spent a large portion of the day sitting watching cartoons with Emile. Mostly one called Avatar, the Last Airbender.

Emile stretched and got up. “Well, I guess I’ll make dinner tonight.”

Virgil followed and sat on the counter, swinging his legs and watching as Emile pulled out ingredients.

“Does…” his voice, already quiet, trailed off.

“Does what?” Emile asked.

“Does Zuko ever go back to his dad? After—after what happened?”

“Well, that would be a spoiler! I could tell you if you really want, but I’d be happy to keep watching with you, and let you see yourself.”

Virgil nodded.

“Why do you ask?”

Virgil’s mouth went dry. “Well… um.. just— it’s a long story.”

“I’d be happy to hear it, if you don’t mind telling me.”

Virgil was silent for several minutes.

“My um, my dad was a vampire.”

Emile nodded, flashing Virgil just enough eye contact to show that he was listening without being overwhelming. Virgil felt more comfortable talking to Emile’s back anyway.

“And he, he hurt my mom. And me sometimes, I guess.”

Emile just nodded.

“He— when I was turned it was cause he…” Virgil trailed off again.

“Was he the one that turned you?”

“No. But, after I got turned, I haven’t— I haven’t seen him again.”

“And you see a parallel between yourself and Zuko, since you both have abusive fathers.”

Virgil winced slightly. “I guess.”

“Virgil, if it’s not something you want to do, you do not owe it to your father to go back to him.” Emile set a hand on Virgil’s knee. “But if he hurt you badly enough that you could be turned, I wouldn’t suggest you going back at all.”

Virgil froze, chewing on his lip.

“Even though it’s still a spoiler, I’ll tell you. Zuko never got back the relationship he had with his dad, much less the relationship he wanted to have.”

Virgil’s face grew tight, and he blinked several times. He didn’t know why he was reacting like this. He’d barely even thought about his dad in months.

“Can I give you a hug?”

Virgil nodded, scrubbing at his eyes.

It was an awkward hug, with Virgil being up on the counter, but it didn’t make the kindness shine through any less. Virgil waffled between feeling like he was about to cry, and feeling strangely numb.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as Emile pulled away.

“Anytime. If you want a hug, you just have to ask.” Emile gave him a bright smile, and Virgil tried to return it, but his ended out rather weak and watery.

Emile stirred the food he was cooking so that it wouldn’t burn. “You know, Remy has a hard time with eating, but since you were turned, rather than born, I wonder if you can eat?”

The abrupt change in subject pulled Virgil out of his confused, rather yucky-feeling, spiral.

“I-I don’t know. I haven’t really tried. I was, I lived with my sire, and she didn’t keep food in the house.”

“Well, do you want to try?”

Virgil shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind. What are you making?”

“I’ve made it up. It’s sort of Italian-y.”

Emile held out a spoonful of the sauce. “Here.”

Virgil accepted the spoon, and ate the sauce. It tasted good. Not— not like he would have guessed. It didn’t taste like food anymore. But he wouldn’t mind eating more.

“Yeah, it’s good.”

Emile gave him a plateful, and Virgil ate it. Emile dished up the other plates, and covered them in foil for the other humans to eat as they were ready.

Another vampire happened by, saw Virgil eating, and just clicked his tongue before turning away. That was when Virgil started to get concerned.

It was not long at all after he’d finished eating that he stomach started to pain him.

“Emile.” Virgil clutched at his stomach as a wave of nausea swept over him.

“Oh, no. Come on, let’s get to the bathroom.”

Emile helped Virgil to the bathroom. The pain and nausea increased with every minute, until Virgil was heaving every bit of the food into the toilet.

“I’m sorry,” Emile said, rubbing Virgil’s back. “I should’ve told you what happens to Remy when he eats.”

“Not your fault,” Virgil said, letting out a groan as another wave ran over him. “I’m the one that ate it.”

“But if I’d told you you might not have eaten it.”

Virgil shrugged, unable at that moment to speak. It was true, if he’d known that this was a possible consequence he would have just left it alone.

There was a knock on the door. “Is everything ok in there?” Patton asked.

“It will be in a bit. Thank you.” Emile said, rubbing at Virgil’s back again as he hunched further over the toilet.

Virgil sat down on the bathroom floor. “Is it over?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Emile said. “Do you think it’s all out?”

Virgil wrapped his arms around his stomach. “Dunno.”

“If you want, we can sit on the couch. I’ll get you a bucket in case, and we can watch some more Avatar.”

“Sounds better than sitting here.”

Patton was very sympathetic about the situation, and sat next to Virgil, offering almost constant hugs while they watched.

#sanders sides #vampire au #vampires #blood #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #emile picani #remy sleep #my own work #coffin #violence #speciesism #vampire virgil #platonic moxiety

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Devoted: Stream (Katlaska) - Kamylove

Sixth in my collection of unrelated one-shot ficlets. This time with Covid!

Young, untreated, self-medicating Katya was an introvert whose greatest fear was embarrassing herself.

Sober, almost-38-year-old Katya is an extroverted introvert who embarrasses herself daily and whose love language (and she only knows this thanks to Trixie the romantic, honest) is touch, and whose attention span is shorter than a ferret's.

Self-quarantine is killing her.

She was in Europe when shit started going to hell. She got out just in time, flew home to have her temperature taken at LAX, and was told to lock herself up for two weeks before she could see another human being.

It sucks.

Other queens (including Alaska, damn her) are doing Instagram lives, dragging up for shows on Twitch, collecting tips on Venmo and Paypal. Katya's ADD ass can't get herself together to unpack, let alone do her job virtually, but she still craves the attention.

Worst of all, Alaska is quarantining somewhere else. Somewhere Katya can't go. Somewhere that is not their house.

Alaska was home in LA when it happened, the lucky bitch. Alaska is a hypochondriac who would lose her mind if she had to shelter in place all alone, and Katya didn’t want to risk infecting her or the staff of a hotel. So Alaska, after much convincing, had decamped to the house she used to share with her best friend.

She's facetiming Katya every day, several many times a day, and dropping off care packages on the front steps. But Alaska needs drag to stay sane, so she's up in everyone's Insta, writing new damn songs for digital drag shows, agreeing to another and another and another show every hour. Or that's what it feels like to Katya.

Trixie's up on Insta, too, and Twitch. Trixie's doing live performances from her condo. PEG was even smart enough to invite Fena to do a digital show, which is fierce and fabulous because Fena is fierce and fabulous and Katya loves her like a brother.

But Katya's still got all those emails and voicemails sitting untouched on her phone. You'd think she'd be dying for any variety of human contact, and she is, but the thought of being productive right now is just too much.

Oh, look, there's Alaska on her friend's live again. There's Alaska laughing and being adorable and sharing space with--actually sitting next to--a human.

Katya loses all self-control and comments, "Bitch I am losing my self-quarantined mind STFU and call me."

And she does it from her public account, like an idiot.

The host of the live squints at the screen. "Oh, honey, your favorite Russian spy is stir crazy. We love you, Katya."

"Aww, Katya," Alaska's former-slash-temporary housemate says. "We miss you, gurl."

"Katya's here?" Alaska says. Katya can see her scrolling up on her iPad screen, because she'd obviously missed Katya's comment. And it should not bother Katya that Alaska missed her comment, because she knows what comments on lives are like. She used to livestream her entire damn life.

"Oh, no," Alaska says, looking straight at the camera. “Poor Russian spy. I'll call you in a bit, okay?"

Other commenters have now caught on, unfortunately, because Katya is an idiot, and there's a swarm of comments about her. I love you Katya, hearts to Katya, and suddenly she's taken over the live and she feels awful about it. Like she needs to feel more awful.

She exits and texts Alaska, "I hate you all and please apologize for me for barging in. CALL ME."

She doesn't know what happens in the live after that, because she leaves her phone in the bedroom and goes to the kitchen to cheer up with some Skittles. Skittles make everything better, and she's almost out of them. Thank God for Postmates. And Alaska's care packages.

Alaska facetimes her just a couple minutes later. Katya rushes back to her phone.

"Don't fucking apologize," is the first thing Alaska says. She's retreated to her old bedroom, a space Katya is very familiar with, and is sitting under a window Katya recognizes. It's unreasonably annoying.

"I didn't want to make myself the center of attention," Katya says through a big mouthful of candy. “Sorry."

"You always want to be the center of attention," Alaska teases lightly.

"A drag queen with a pathological need to be on stage," Katya says. "Shocking."

"They all worried about you after you left. They miss you."

"Now I feel worse, so thanks for that."

"They love you. They love you even when they can't see you. Even my fans love you."

"Hahaha aren't you funny."

"But none of them love you as much as I love you."

Katya scowled. "Fuck off, making me feel better. I'm enjoying my miserly misery."

"I would like to remind you that I wanted to risk my life and stay home and bring you breakfast in bed every day, and you said no."

"Why the hell did you listen to me?"

"Hey," Alaska says with a gentler smile. "It's only six days before we can social distance together."

"Six days is forever."

"I've got to warn you, though, that when I get home, you are getting your wig on and getting on camera. I’ll paint you myself if I have to."

Katya doesn't have a rude answer to that, and she doesn't want to give a polite one. She pouts instead.

Alaska can read her pouts, though. This one doesn't mean, That's an awful idea, don't make me do it. It means,

Alaska laughs at the pout and says, "Let me set up something digital for you? I'll do all the legwork and you'll just have to show up. I know you miss the fans as much as they miss you."

"Point one," Katya says. "I, unlike you, do not enjoy getting all dragged up with no place to go."

"Point one,” Alaska counters. “Yes, you do. Point two, you would have a place to go!"

"Sitting on the couch with an iPhone camera does not count as a place to go. But point two, if I start Instagramming live I'll never stop, and we both know where that would lead."

"Embarrassing personal revelations and masturbating on camera?"

"Precisely."

"Oh!" Alaska brightens with an idea. “You know what the world really needs?"

"A vaccine and a new president?"

"An episode of UNHhhh with the two of you in your pajamas and full face! And I'm going to make it happen!”

It's another good idea Katya doesn't want to admit is good. "Don't make promises you can't keep, bitch," she says.

"I'll keep it. I'm drafting an email to World of Wonder right this second."

"You're not. I can see you."

"In my head. I'm drafting it in my head." Alaska produces a pen from somewhere and writes in the air. "Dear WOW, Katya's lost her mind and I know this is hard to believe, considering, but I think more UNHhhh will help her find it. Also, if you don't make her do something," which she underlines in the air with a flourish, "with all that talent, I'm never doing Bro'laska again. So there."

"Please. You’re never doing Bro'laska again anyway."

"I’ll never sign on to Werq the World?"

"As if a major recording star like yourself would sink that low in the year of our lord 2020. Face it, you have no leverage here. Maybe if you said you’d never make another appearance on Drag Race...”

"Oooh," Alaska says. "Buuuuurn."

Katya tells her to fuck off.

After she stops laughing, Alaska says, "Let's have dinner tonight."

“On Facetime? Like always?” It's something they often do when their schedules put them in different time zones.

"No, for real.”

“Still not looking to pass on my potential plague,” Katya says.

“I’m sure you’re not sick," which is what Alaska says every time the topic comes up. "But no, listen. I’ll bring takeout. Whatever you want. You sit inside the back door, and I'll sit out on the patio."

"Hmm," Katya says.

"At least I could see your gorgeous face without a camera or a window."

"At a socially safe distance of at least 10 feet. In case I drool. Which I might."

"Are we on, then?" Alaska asks.

"Anything I want? Would that include watching me jerk off?"

"I would absolutely love to watch you jerk off."

"Then it’s a date," Katya says. "As long as I still have enough Lysol to coat the entire patio."

#rpdr fanfiction #alaska thunderfuck #katya zamolodchikova #katlaska #fluff #canon compliant #ficlet #devoted #kamylove #tw covid

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

GUrll ur so sexy... Like you're Hot. I don't care if you were bullied in school, you're sexy, they lied.

Also bitch I KNEW i related to you too much our ascendants are both in leo we're so hot.

Ok ok no now I'll stop complimenting and start with the roasting here we go:

So the sun is your sense of "self" it represents you on the more base level i guess you could say, like what most people think you're like is represented by your sun. With Sagittarius being your sun it means you're very energetic Especially for those things you are passionate about, you might have gone through a LOT of hobbies, only a few of them stuck around but you like to try things. You're curious about the way people's minds works, you wanna figure them out. If the conversations you have don't involve some form of psychoanalysis or philosophy you might loose interest. You are a Talker, maybe you talk very fast or you are often told to lower your voice but you don't do it on purpose you're just very very animated. You are kina volatile, in the sense that you value freedom in everything, love, work, hobbies. You have a huge rebellious streak and you kinda like testing your luck. Think adrenaline junkie. It's cliché but with this much Sagittarius in your chart you prob love traveling, like i said you will chase freedom because you associate it with happiness. If you find people that make you feel free then you feel happy. Rules don't go well with you. You don't really like being involved with fights per se but you LOVE debating, if you can beat a motherfucker with nothing but facts and logic you will and you will enjoy it.

Your way of flirting or making friends is "lowkey bullying" or my favourite "verbally throwing hands". If they shoot back you get heart eyes (my mars in sag agrees). You can be tactless as fuck tho. Like you will say some outrageous shit that MIGHT be funny if the timing is right or MIGHT make everyone in a 5 mile radius mad.

I NEED to talk about your moon in sag bc Babe, babe the moon tells us about our emotions and how we deal with them, how we express them and how they shape us. But BABE. Sagittarius moons are so bad at comforting people it's embarrassing, trying to make them think of smth else or do smth else to distract from the situation is NOT a good way to deal with your emotions... Avoiding your emotions like the plague is not gonna invent a vaccine... Saying "everything is fine :)" DOESN'T MAKE ANYTHING FINE PLEASE GO TO THERAPY. ok to give you some credit, you don't let shit bring you down, no matter what you always get up and that is a *strength* that i admire, but love you're burning the candle at both ends, especially if you get yourself in More problems by trying to distract yourself from One problem.

Also you've had a horsegirl phase or a dog obsession phase or both huh. AND your love language is sarcasm but the type that you will make someone laugh when you're insulting them. You're also hilarious irl you're prob the "funny friend" but with that scorpio mars and venus baby inside ur sad and dark as fuck ripp.

I also wanted to talk about your mercury in sag... Babe... Do you know what a brain to mouth filter IS?! do you recognize that word?!?! Cuz you have never used yours i think. Like you are hilarious but that's because you have dolphins in the head cavity baby. Not trying to say you're stupid, you're actually very smart and opinionated, probably have been told that you'd be a great lawyer or smth. But miss gurl please think before you speak for the love of god ur gonna make someone cry. Also ur mouth is foul. Have you ever spoken a sentence without a "fuck" or a "cunt" somewhere in there?! God bless.

Now for your scorpio Venus I'm just gonna say, more confirmation that ur Sexy as Fuck, scorpio venuses are just sexy, amazing partners, VERY passionate, whoever dates you will never forget you, for better or for worse you'll forever be on the back of their mind. You had a harsh emo phase huh, maybe loved some obscure shit like witchcraft or just love dressing all black like someone's mother died, i bet you wear silver jewelry a lot, maybe necklaces or rings or chockers. If this isn't how you dress now it was prob a major phase in your life. Or maybe you just love horror movies idk

Being as passionate as you are you don't take well to being mistreated or lied to, you might like to plot revenge and things like those, you wouldn't do anything... You actually prefer letting things go but you WILL make an elaborate scenario in your head at 3am or even as you stare right in the persons face.

With mars in scorpio you might be kinda passive aggressive, maybe you act like things don't really bother you but you throw a comment or two once in a while just to stir the pot bc you can't move on lmfao.

You are attracted to people that are introverts or generally just mysterious, like i said above the nature of the Sagittarius is to Learn and to Study. People that you can't immediately figure out intrigue you. All your crushes are either on geminis or water signs lmfao.

The best careers for you are the ones that allow you some freedom of either movement or expression and something that can keep your mind from flying away, something that keeps you intrigued, like research or writing. You're a very "all or nothing" person and it can sometimes scare people away, i advise you to work on compromising, being less stubborn and more open with your emotions and desires.

(part one bc I'm taking too long and I don't wanna keep you waiting so much) I'll reblog this with part 2

Alright here we go part 2 of Roasting hella until she finds out I'm hiding in her walls.

I will skip over some planets that are Very slow moving and usually don't talk about you as an individual but refer to your generation as a whole.

I wanna focus on lilith for a sec bc worstie lilith talks about our fears, our more "darker" side that we hide from ourselves as well as the people that we love. Lilith in aries in the eleventh house tells me you might be afraid to take charge, you gravitate towards positions of leadership but you let go on the last second, almost afraid to have too much control, very often self sabotaging your own success. Your anger and you own ambition might scare you, you might be afraid of appearing too aggressive bc under your skin you have a deep rooted anger and rebellion that you wish to relieve but you can't find a good enough outlet, some things soothe it but you always feel like it never leaves. It might be related to some form of resentment that you never truly dealt with and now it sits uncomfortably with you and you just can't get over it and it bothers you. You might have been shy in groups as a child, maybe you talked a lot but it was always from a fear of the silence not always because you had something to say. The eleventh house is that of groups and friends and social awareness, technology and your hopes and wishes for the future, having lilith in this house talks about someone who had a hard time feeling comfortable around people OR someone who wasn't very accepted. You might have desperately wished for friends but have found it hard to find any. Or if you did, you deep down felt very alone. I would advise to learn to accept your anger and deal with it in healthy ways instead of brushing it off and repressing it.

The north node talks about what you need to focus more in your life for example in your case with Gemini in your North node you need to focus more on your communication letting go of anxiety and your relation with other people you need to become more interested in intellectual pursuit and growth. You need to let go off the need to always be right and look more at details instead of focusing on on the bigger picture all of the time. When your North node is is in Gemini then your South node is in Sagittarius which tells me that what you should focus less on is your pursuit of freedom and your rebellion. Be more aware of your words and use them with maturity.

Now let's have some fun with the ascendent in leo which we share and now i see why ur so relatable. The first house or the ascendant is that very superficial layer of our personality, it includes the way we carry ourselves, our style, the little habits or quirks we have. One thing about leo ascendants is that we have an obsession with our hair. Hair is important to us, some have huge hair that might remind you of a lions mane, others just have very unique style or color but we ALL are lowkey or highkey obsessed with it, either constantly touching it, pulling it, chewing on it, cutting it or dying it in unique ways you name it. You might have a rather large nose or cat like eyes.

This ascendent is full of life and light, very funny, light hearted and luxurious, you want to live that good life and i don't blame you. A negative aspect is that we come of as intimidating to others. ALL of my friends AND my ex have at some point told me I was intimidating to them. It makes us prone to overcompensating for it later in life so maybe now you're super outgoing and extroverted and you approach people first and try to be super friendly. Also you're an attention whore (affectionate) with a flare for the dramatics, very flamboyant, you basically fill the room with personality, it attracts attention and you love it. You're what people would call a "sunny" person.

You're hella competitive (get it lol) and you LOVE fighting your way to the top and crushing the competition. You're probably a weirdo that low key likes school. Not the way it's run or the teachers or whatever, but the "idea" of school. If you could just learn all your life you absolutely would.

Second house in virgo. The 2nd house is the house of money, work, income, daily routines, values, material possessions, habits, work ethic ect being in virgo it means you can have an extremely good work ethic, you put a lot of thought in planning and mapping your work, you might get overly critical on your work though and often undermine your own success and efforts because they didn't fit your impossible standards. You can be very organized in your work, you want things to be a certain way and if they don't follow your plan you will Make them. Its a good position for virgo but yoh need to be aware of not overworking by trying to do Everything on your own. Let others help you, and let people in your work do their own things don't try to help if not asked to because you will overwork yourself.

The third house is that of the mind, thinking, communication, siblings, interests and early education, in your case it is in Libra which means that you're early education might not have been very stable or it was a period of time that you look back with a lot of fondness but not much substance. You are a good talker but you get lost when it comes to details, you are indecisive when it comes to settling on an opinion on something if you don't have All the facts first, you always want to be right. You are pretty open minded and easy to talk to but you might have the bad habit of rambling off topic. You change interests constantly and you prob like to talk about others, you wanna know the tea if it kills you. You prob had a crush on a childhood best friend or on a hot neighbor. Your relationship with your siblings might be pretty good, friendly, no particular resentment or anything like that, you might be the one that everyone treats a little better, people let you get away with things more often, you might be the one that takes 2 hours in the bathroom lol.

Oof fourth house in scorpio babe how are the mommy issues? 😬 How is your relationship with your femininity? Having trouble with keeping secrets? So the fourth house is the one responsible for your home roots, your family, self-care, emotions, your mother, women and your femininity and having Scorpio here tells me that you might have very strong ties to your family, but they weren't healthy or emotionally supportive. You have grown with people that might have undermined your emotions, people that didn't teach you to set healthy boundaries and maybe even manipulators and gaslighters. You might have been the type to put your foot down a lot a home, assuming a very dominant role as well as the defender. You're very private about your family life and don't want to let people too close.

Ah i just noticed u have like 3 planets in this house including ur Sun and Moon, babe this house is what you need to focus on when you go to therapy. This almost secretive, guarded approach to understanding your own emotions is very prominent in how you see yourself, how you feel and with Pluto there, how you change. I could say the biggest changes in your life have happened in these areas and they have left the biggest impacts on you. Yes you are passionate and protective but don't let bad feelings marinate forever, address them and then move on from them because they're just weighting you down.

Fifth house in sag, also the house of your mercury. This house represents Love, romance, creativity, self expression, joy and childlike spirit. It tells me the way you express your creativity is through words which makes sense since you're a great writer, but not only, the way you express Love is also through your words, expression and free thoughts are your way you tell your loved ones how much you mean to them, think poetry, long rants, music recommendations bc of specific song lyrics, you have been writing form childhood and it's one of the ways you express your view on beauty as well, to you love is freedom and freedom is expression.

Capricorn in the sixth house paired with both uranus and neptune being in it tells me there is something about your knees, joints, bones or teeth in particular that stands out when it comes to your health, maybe you tend to break your teeth, maybe you like chewing on crunchy foods, maybe your joints crack a lot, idk but I'd drink my milk if i was you, take care of your joints and bones. Also for you, being emotionally unwell often translates to being Physically unwell as well, so be mindful of your emotions because they do affect you physically. You need to keep hydrated also and your health plan needs structure for it to work bc that neptune makes everything very chaotic and uranus constantly makes you bored and wanting to spice things up. Take care of your emotional needs just as much as you would with your physical ones. And for the love of jesus be CAREFUL with alcohol or smoking because that neptune in ur health house could mean serious trouble if you let it become an addiction, don't push it.

Aquarius in the seventh house of relationships, marriage, contracts, business partners ect means you are untraditionally traditional. That makes sense in my head let me explain. Aquarius is a sign that seeks individualism desperately, it likes to feel like a special person, impossible to understand. Yet always feels comfortable in the structure of traditional and safe paths. So for example you might marry someone in a way that is not traditional but at the end of the day you wish for your marriage to have a stability you would feel safe falling into. Also it says ur gay. Air signs in the relationship house says ur gay i Make the rules.

Pisces is in the eighth house of sex, intimacy, shared finances, inheritance, taxes, loans, property, mystery, partner's resources. This tells me you fuck with feeling lmfao. Or you simply make your love life something "special", a connection that only you and ur person can share, it's what makes you an amazing lover and an unforgettable one as well. But as amazing as you are at creating a otherworldly atmosphere, ur just as shit at setting boundaries and saying something when you don't like something. You don't like to see things that you love ending and a failed relationship makes you blame yourself too much, you have the tendency to stay in situations where you are being mistreated but you tell yourself It's on you.

A recurring theme I'm seeing is some weakness when it comes to liars or manipulators in your life. So either you irrationally fear people are lying to you because you "lie" to them about yourself or a lot of people in your childhood might have used lying or gaslighting as a way to keep you under control. I would advise to try not to overthink and become paranoid, people love you and they believe in you and they aren't deceiving you, they don't secretly mean something different from what they have said. Listen to your intuition about people sure, but don't confuse it with anxiety.

With lilith and aries in the 9th house of travel and higher education and religion I'm gonna assume you might have religious trauma. Religion might have been a way that people used to try and control you, if not religion then some form of system or government law. Being queer i completely understand the sentiment but in your case it's take a step further because you Value the ideals of this house so much, with lilith here, it's like at som point in your life you were finally awakened to how much injustice there was in the world ant that has made you very inclined to take action, you cannot stand unjust government or non tolerating religions. You might have felt crushed under an unjust system and it took you a lot of will and conviction to find your individuality and build yourself how you wanted once you were free.

Your midheaven in taurus tells me you are one that will achieve any goals you set your mind to. It might take you time, you might procrastinate around it, but at the end of the day, you will do it and you will do it well and it will be rewarding. If your father isn't a Taurus then he was a stable figure in your life, very much a rock for better or for worse. In your career life people will see you as very competent, very down to earth and helpful but you know you just procrastinated till the last second possible and stayed up all night do finish your work... You will seek careers that you believe will guarantee you stable income and a comfortable life. You might indulge in luxury from time to time because you think in order to get the position you want at work you need to look the part. Ultimately it's your sheer stubbornness and spite that gets you all the way up to the top of the food chain.

The eleventh house of groups, friendships, humanitarianism, and social awareness is in your case in gemini. It tells me you value friendship extremely and you surround yourself with a diverse cast of friends, you couldn't mix your different friend groups if you tried and you have tried. You have the habit of being too friendly to everyone which makes you end up with more friends than you know what to do with. You are approachable but people can get the impression that you are putting up a show or a facade and your emotions arent genuine, it's not always the case but you need to be more truthful and assertive, put some boundaries and don't let people get away with shit you don't like. Your public persona is very well liked, seen as fun and bright and smart and overall a joy to be around.

Now that last placement... 12th house cancer, i have the same placement and babe I'm sorry for all the shit you have been through. You deserve the freedom to be unhappy and to express that unhappiness in healthy ways. You deserve to be given unconditional love and support no matter how many mistakes you say you have made no matter how overly pessimistic you are about yourself it doesn't matter you're amazing and i love you and you deserve the world.

With jupiter the planet of expansion in the 12th house of endings, spirituality, solitude and karma?! Gurl i did say u were a cult leader but i didn't think it was astrologically backed up rippp. But it also says you might have a hard time getting the motivation to finish things, you might take a long time to finish a project. This house placements also tells me you're amazing at writing emotional ass fantasy stories which by now we have confirmed, but if you have like, an original idea for a book don't hesitate to get it started babe bc u have a very promising placement for that. Don't get too dragged into a sad whirlpool of emotions and daydreams but bring your creative ideas to life and you'll be fine.

This is all I'm doing today and i think it's enough lol. I'm posting this I'm sorry to my followers for the long ass post I'll tag it so you can filter it. This was a whole psycho-astrological analysis of our favourite writer Hellspawn1975. I have wanted to study her like a new lizard species for a while and i finally got the chance thank you hella for the opportunity.

Final words to @hella1975 i hate you and I'll fuck ur mom tomorrow, gn babe <3

#warning long post #long post #i am sorry #after intense study of this species i diagnose her with #gay homosexual gay #thank you everyone

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Victims

Locating Quentin in the house should have been easy, since Peter just had to follow the sound of the hysterical shouting, but the house was becoming a maze of impossible proportions. Dashing through the atrium to the parlor to the hall then into a gentleman’s parlor that Peter happened to know the house didn’t include... and now he knew he wasn’t in the South House anymore because this was a room full of windows facing the east, and that was in a building that only existed in his head.

Cursing he turned back and tried to find the house he had started out in… but this was no good, this was just the huge library that he and Matty liked to talk about, the library they were planning to build in the property when Peter inherited the property and had lots of money because Tony had made him rich. It would be a real library but also a place to display all the books that they had found in the underground chapel. But most importantly, they had planned bedrooms off to the side so that people could stay the night, like at a bed-and-breakfast. Only it would be a bed-and-library. It would be named after Abe Sexton, since most of the books there that they could display were his journals. Peter said that there would be a lot of people who had always dreamed of living in a library, but Matty had other ideas. Ideas about a place dedicated to people who, like Abe Sexton, weren’t interested in either men or women. It was an important part of Matty’s vision for the art colony that Peter wanted to create here someday. A way to make it clear that Peter’s art colony didn’t just accept gay people and straight people, but people who didn’t want to be either. “And polyamorous people, of course,” Matty would always add, with a wink. “The Posts accepted polyamorous people too.” Peter always had to argue with that. Yes, their art colony would accept all types, but he couldn’t pretend the Post family accepted polyamorous people the same way they accepted same-sex couples. It’s not like they could point to any house built for three people. Then Matty would counter that he, Peter and Tony were in a polyamourous relationship, and all of Tony’s Masters were too, since they all had human spouses, and Peter would have to concede.

But Peter didn’t want to be in the dream-library now! With a growl of frustration, Peter turned back again, determined to find his way through the dream of the South House. He found himself in the tiny dining room. He could hear Quentin shouting, nearby, but when he forced the doors open he only found himself standing in the atrium again, looking outside into the foreboding garden. A dark figure stood there, seven feet tall and holding out a becoming hand.

“Not now, amante,” Peter said softly. “That will have to wait until we’re alone. And there’s something wrong here, something I have to figure out.”

Turning around, Peter realized that there was another voice now, a woman’s voice. It was answering calmly, even as Quentin pleaded and shouted and begged and threatened.

“I can’t… please I can’t take this any more!” Quentin was saying, while the calm woman’s voice said something else.

Something that sounded like “not yet frightened.”

Peter head snapped up at the words. Suddenly he realized he had to stop struggling with the house. He closed his eyes and willed himself into the same room as Quentin.

“Hey hey hey!” he cried out, grabbing Quentin with both arms and using one hand to cover Quentin’s mouth as the man shouted himself hoarse. “We do not call Miss Foster a bitch! Laura, please,” Peter said over his shoulder at the pale woman kneeling on the floor behind them. “Can you just give us a moment?

“Quentin, listen to me,” Peter said as calmly as he could, holding the older man close. He was vaguely aware that he must have grown another two inches. He and Quentin were now the same height.

“The trick is to stop fighting it, Quentin. This is a nightmare, but that?” He gestured behind him. “That is not your nightmare. Look! Look at Laura,” he said, releasing Quentin with one arm and using it to point to the girl kneeling on the floor.

“I am not yet frightened,” the girl was saying, her voice gurling hideously through the slit in her throat.

“Yes, that’s very impressive, thank you Laura, but could you give us a minute? Quentin needs a break. Just… go bleed in the atrium for a while.

“Quentin listen to me, this woman isn’t pissed at you. You didn’t murder her. This… I know you don’t believe me, but this isn’t a ghost. This is not a haunted house. This is a memory of a very lovely house, and this…

“You’re seeing the last nightmare of Tom Dylan Post,” Peter said quietly, bringing Quentin’s head to his and stroking his hair. Quentin was in tears, his head resting on Peter’s shoulder as he explained.

“Listen… we told you this story at one of those horrible lockins you forced us to have. We told you the story of Tom Dylan. But what those other boys didnt know was… what we didn’t know was that Tom Dylan… he didn’t kill Laura because she jilted him. He killed Laura for practice.

“Listen to me... Tom Dylan had decided he wanted to be Jack the Ripper when he grew up. That’s why he was so obsessed with London. The family servant… that was the family’s familiar… he told Thomas Post, who decided the best thing to do was let Tom Dylan get it out of his system by killing pretend-women in the woods around their house. So every night that’s what Jr. did, he went out and stalked the familiar… that was the Tall Man you saw outside. The familiar would look like a young woman, and let Tom Dylan grab him and slit his throat. So that’s what Tom Dylan did… just killed the family familiar over and over again. For years. But then one day he finally he decided to do it to a real woman and... well, it didn’t go very well.”

“I am not yet frightened,” Laura intoned behind them.

“That’s right Larua, and you shouldn’t be,” Peter said, turning to her.

“Because she scratched the tar out of him, Quentin,” Peter said, turning back to the shivering man. “She fought so hard. She broke his hand and she gave him a swollen lip and a black eye. She really messed him up. All those pretend-women, he slit their throats and they just lay down quietly and died. He showed his knife to a real woman and the real woman fought back. So when it was over he came back here and killed himself, because he realized he wasn’t going to make a good Jack-the-Ripper after all.

“So he ordered the families familiar to kill him. He tried to lie to it, but that didn’t work. No magician can keep secrets from their familiar. Methuselah, he saw it all. And that…” He pointed at the woman on the floor with pride. “That is the last thing Tom Dylan saw while he died. And he died for hours. Hours of watching her repeat the last words she said to him when she was alive, over and over again.”

“I appreciate you explaining this all to me, Peter,” Quentin said in a shaky voice, wiping his face with one hand. “Now can you please explain to me how I’m supposed to hold a job down when I can’t sleep? I’m not surprised you have all this information, thanks, but it doesn’t matter – I just can’t keep going like this. Every time I start to work I… I don’t need you to tell me who killed who and why… I just need you to tell me that this isn’t real. Not that it matters, because I’m going to wake up at 4:00 am in the morning knowing that it happened again... I might as well go ahead and do what I was told… just drown myself in the lake in Tuller Hill forest…”

“Quentin?” Peter said, suddenly looking the man full in the face. “Quentin, who told you to drown yourself in a lake?”

“It’s not real,” Quentin said. Begged. “Tell me it’s not real.”

Peter stared at his pale face, gaping.

“Tell me it’s not real?”

“It is real,” Peter said, wondering. “That’s why it’s so different. This is very, very real. We’re both here in this dream together. I… I drove back from Cornell last night and right now I’m asleep in my bed in Devil’s Hollow.

“Quentin… where are you?”

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dunno why this wont let me copy the italics, which are important to me, anyway.

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years

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Ava & James

Ava: [Picture of this invite]

Ava: That was unexpected?

James: Yes, it is rather

Ava: Did you give her my address?

Ava: Not intending to sound accusatory there, it would be relatively easy for her to find

James: she definitely didn’t get it from me, that would have given us both some warning that she was planning to invite you, which was clearly not her intent

Ava: I didn’t think you would just give it and then no warning, so yeah

Ava: Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice that she thought of me though

James: I’m not sure it is nice, but perhaps I’m being paranoid

Ava: It did come as a surprise mostly due to how well our interactions went at Mattie’s party

Ava: She’s your sister, you’d know better than I would either way

James: unfortunately I do, but the RSVP is your decision either way

Ava: Well I don’t want to make things awkward for you by doing what I’m not meant to

Ava: Do you think she expects me to turn up?

James: she’s counting on you feeling obligated to, if only for my sake

Ava: Is there something you’d rather I do?

Ava: Or shall I just think about it, from what I would want to do without factoring in you or her and the rest of your family?

James: in all honesty, I’m equally as tempted to suggest you suffer through it so she has nothing to complain about as I am to trust my judgement that there’s no feasible benefit for you in attending

Ava: Hmm

Ava: I don’t mind going

Ava: There’s no logic in spoiling her own baby shower for my benefit

Ava: I can handle being the odd one out or however awkward it may be if it means not having something to hold against you at a later date

James: I suppose if our suspicions are proved in any way correct you can just leave & you’d have definite allies in awkwardness & feeling left out in both Allegra & Cressida, I have a feeling they won’t handle their invites half as well given neither has any choice but to be there

Ava: I can’t imagine suddenly having a step mum who was only a decade ish older than me

Ava: That must be an adjustment

James: they have my sympathies, Diana won’t have eased the transition as much as she could have

Ava: I’m sure it was strange for her too, at first

Ava: but it’s not as if it’s been a total whirlwind

Ava: I better start looking for appropriate blue attire

Ava: and a gift that’ll pass muster

James: she’s the adult allegedly, who stepped into this new role in their lives willingly, they haven’t had any say in the matter, the least she could do is behave according to said role instead of expecting them to adore & respect her immediately with no effort on her part

James: it’s the beginning of a rant I’m aware it’s too late to have, even if she were a receptive listener

James: but if you would like a shopping partner, I’ll check my calendar under no duress whatsoever

Ava: I agree, and would be happy to listen if it’s a rant you ever want to have in full

Ava: despite me not being the desired/required audience really

Ava: I mean, we’ve all seen the set-up before

Ava: They’ll either drive her mad first or he’ll get a new new model, that’s the cynical approach we’ve been taught to adopt, anyway

Ava: Thanks 🙃 I’ll let you know if anything in my wardrobe is working

James: it’s an approach her husband has been happy to follow through with

James: I’d be much happier, however, to discuss the set-up of the photoshoot that’ll be necessary as you investigate the suitability of your wardrobe as well as my desire to be the intended audience

Ava: I’d be happiest if you could be photographer but I’ll do my best to fulfil that desire solo

Ava: Serious question, are the guests going to be like, mostly your sister’s age, or her husband’s age

Ava: Because that changes everything

James: maybe I could be

James: hers, without question, there are no women her husband’s age allowed in either of their circles, they cease to be socially relevant after 35, my mother aside

Ava: Really? 😗

Ava: Duh, I should’ve known that

Ava: as long as I keep the faux pas between us it’ll be fine

James: I wouldn’t call it a faux pas that your mind doesn’t work in the same manner as theirs

Ava: Maybe the attempt is to show me how out of my depth I am?

James: I wouldn’t like to hazard a guess at what she is trying to attempt here, because as you’ve already said, her baby shower hardly seems the appropriate place to do so & yet

Ava: Sorry, I’m not going to say I’ll go, then worry about it the whole time

Ava: Whatever her potential intentions, I’ve decided mine

Ava: and I’m more interested in potentially seeing you today?

James: as you quite rightly should be

James: [tell her when you are and aren’t free today sir]

Ava: Okay, so I’ll save all my best outfits for [a time] then

James: if you’ve decided your intentions with regards to me & then

Ava: Mini Stepford wife isn’t very sexy

Ava: safe to say my intentions for then are

Ava: and if you don’t know my intentions with you by now, I probably need to pick up a pen or typewriter too

James: I need to pick you up as soon as possible is what I know

Ava: Please do

Ava: I need your discerning eye to help me, obviously

James: of course

Ava: I love you

James: I love you too, so much

James: the second everything with the house is finalised & I don’t have to be in constant contact with the owners I intend to take you somewhere far away from my entire family, I promise

Ava: Where do you want to go?

Ava: If we could go anywhere

James: as long as there are several feet of snow, I’ll be inspired & content

Ava: You are the cutest

Ava: but you picked the right time of year for it

Ava: now I’m not looking for listings I can look at Cabins and Ski Lodges 😍

James: blushing being your thing isn’t the only reason I’d prefer the possibility of shivering but it’s a very important factor nonetheless

Ava: Your cheeks will have the chance to get rosy in plenty of other ways and I won’t be mad at all

Ava: I haven’t been skiing in a long while

James: me either, on both counts

Ava: Not to mention so many of the trips people planned never involved much skiing anyway 🙄

Ava: It’ll be more fun with you

James: I recognise that experience & that I’ll have a much better one with you

Ava: Right answer 😋

James: any other answer would be a lie & not even one which spares your feelings

Ava: I trust you

Ava: [a hilariously inappropriate outfit choice]

Ava: You trust me too, yeah?

James: I’m pleased to hear it, because despite the pen being mightier, I’m not sure it would suffice if you don’t trust me by now

James: your sense of humour does have me wishing I was currently sat at a typewriter though

Ava: There’s no more you need to say, or write, you’ve shown why I can over and over

Ava: We can take one and make it a real retreat

James: right answer

Ava: [Wanna skip to the day of this shitshow baby?]

James: [why not, we know that’s why we’re really here, I like to think he dropped her off even though there’s no need because a nice throwback to when they literally had to spend whatever moments they could together in cars, but obvs that’s before Chlo got there]

Ava: [That’s cute, and you can drop your presents off to this snake sister]

James: [literally your last chance to tell him you invited his ex missus but okay babe don’t bother yet again]

Ava: [seriously, you must’ve thought she weren’t showing by now, think again]

James: [fashionably late but looking a state actually]

Ava: [you’ve had months to slay this lmao, gurl]

James: [who in the hell is this new bloke and what’s his damage tbh]

Ava: [I vibe that for it to last he has to be as crazy as she is, which bodes well for their kids, hence it’ll probably be interesting for Mattie to go find them]

James: [yeah I definitely think that should be one of her storylines]

Ava: [anyway, let me do this]

Ava: Okay

Ava: I don’t want to just do this like this

Ava: but I don’t think a call will make it any better, really

Ava: plus why am I going outside or whatever, right

Ava: but Chloe just walked in

Ava: not a poor attempt at humour, or some kind of early sign of a fever, she really did

James: Oh

James: you did the right thing, I’d rather that Jay didn’t overhear even one side of that hypothetical phone call

Ava: Exactly, I know you’re all out right now, I would never want to do that

Ava: I don’t want to, at all

Ava: If telling you after, once I left, seemed like a good idea, I would have gone for that

Ava: but the fact you didn’t know to tell me, that you didn’t know, full stop

Ava: It felt unfair for me to also keep up the secrecy, not something I wanted a part in

Ava: Your sister seems… Surprised. But not, ‘it’s been half a year and you’ve shown up totally unannounced’, surprised

Ava: Your mum couldn’t contain her actual shock though, that I am sure of, from the brief look she gave Diana alone

James: I'm sorry, Ava

James: are you leaving now?

Ava: Do you need me to?

Ava: I could come find you, if you want

James: I need her to, but it’s unlikely I’ll get my own way

Ava: She’s

Ava: I can’t believe she’s done this

Ava: Doing this

James: I can believe she’d show up, but not that my own sister would invite her to do so

Ava: I don’t understand, either

Ava: I’d love to ask

Ava: among other questions for Chloe

Ava: but I won’t

James: you’d be perfectly entitled to, under the circumstances

Ava: I’m not letting her suggest I’m speaking for you

James: I know, you’re the one reliable certainty in all this

Ava: It’s clear she already came here to lie

Ava: even she couldn’t show up and admit she’s made 0 attempts to contact the girls, or even ask about them

James: my mother must be holding her tongue valiantly to avoid pointing any of those discrepancies out

Ava: She shouldn’t

Ava: and I won’t if she plans to do it within earshot

Ava: there’s not confronting her and then there’s letting her spread a false narrative unchecked and unopposed

Ava: defence isn’t attack, whatever she claims

James: my family’s love of a false narrative has been well documented within the earshot of the entire postcode, any necessary private confrontation will, of course, be left down to me, like it or not

Ava: She knows this isn’t true though

Ava: Diana bloody knows

James: yes, but she concerns herself with honesty even less than Diana does, or anyone else I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting

Ava: I’m so sorry, that she’s doing this

James: it’s not your apology, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry that my sister invited you there to witness everything my ex wife is going to do

Ava: Try to do

Ava: She isn’t going to get away with it, I swear

James: you don't have to promise me anything

Ava: The truth always comes out

Ava: and you have the call and text history to prove it if anyone actually believed her

Ava: She’s just bringing entertainment, and that’s all people who have no real stake in any of this care about, and they’ll be bored and onto the next before she achieves anything

Ava: If you were even half as bad as she says, why would a decent mother leave her kids with you?

Ava: They wouldn’t and she isn’t, even her fake story has her in a bad light

Ava: Just not as bad as what she really did and what really happened to you and the girls, now and for all the years before

James: whether or not the actual truth comes out or if her particular brand of it remains what's taken as truth, you & I both know what really happened

James: my priority right now is protecting the girls from what she has already done & whatever else she is intending to do for the duration of her return, however long that will be

Ava: And they are all that matters

Ava: I can totally respect that is how it is for you

Ava: And I can see how they are the top priority, regardless of any other factors

Ava: but I do care about how this is affecting you, or could, will

Ava: you know that

James: of course I do & I care just as much about how it could or would impact you, despite knowing full well you can handle any of those effects

Ava: I’m angrier than I could ever be capable of being upset right now, there’s no room for it in my head yet

Ava: but that’s definitely a good thing because if I do start thinking about the potential hurt she could do to the girls with this, I will have to leave or

Ava: just no

Ava: She hasn’t mentioned them once

Ava: not even as a point score

James: whenever you're ready to leave, we'll all be delighted to see you

Ava: Thank you

James: it doesn't feel selfless enough to deserve thanks, particularly when I think about having to engage her in conversation once the champagne has worn off

Ava: You don’t have to come here and pick me up

Ava: and you don’t have to talk to her today

Ava: it’s not as if she has bothered to tell you she’s here

James: no, unless she’s altered her drinking habits whilst being at the villa I won’t be talking to her today, but I’ll pick you up if you want

Ava: Oh she’s certainly celebrating like it’s her baby shower

Ava: I can make my way back to the flat, it’s not too far, I’m fine, promise

James: the only way this could be worse is if that was an announcement she came back to reveal

James: I’m sure you can, nevertheless this has been a horrific surprise & I don’t like to think of you making your own way anywhere to then sit alone with every daunting ‘what if’ & ‘why’ to process when you don’t have to

Ava: Not quite

Ava: I don’t know if it’ll even be pertinent

Ava: but she has ‘subtly’ dropped plenty of loud hints about a new man

Ava: and you’re right, I’m just trying not to be another problem or worry for you to have to think about, but being stubborn about this would do just that

Ava: Whenever you’re ready to come get me, do, I’ll be ready

James: okay, if I drop enough loud hints of my own that we’re on our way to rescue you, Jay is bound to hurry up

Ava: How has your outing been, up until this point?

James: we have had a lovely time with no apparent foreshadowing, which I suppose is appropriate because when I commit this to paper in an effort to understand it, our readers will also be left feeling equally cheated to discover no written warning forthcoming, & there will be some ease in the act, at least, in not to having to think up & in turn add a satisfactory plot device where the source material had none

Ava: Her lack of interest in making the story make sense is in character, if nothing else

Ava: Frustrating and angering and

Ava: Well

Ava: Contempt for the truth at least shows she knows, on some level, that she’s in the wrong, right?

James: hopefully, yes, but as you said, there's a definite losing battle in trying to make sense of her motivations at the best of times & we're far from there at the moment

Ava: I know

Ava: It’s worrying

Ava: Her parents can’t like… make her get some help?

Ava: I know that never works but it might

James: even more worryingly, they can't make her do anything

Ava: Hmm

Ava: I can sense that

James: it wouldn't surprise me if she hasn't told them she's back either

Ava: Jesus

Ava: Whatever hotel she’s booked whilst she’s here will be on them though

James: along with her flights, cars & everything else

James: maybe I should call them in case they don't learn of her whereabouts until she posts baby shower photos

Ava: It would be decent of you, though it shouldn’t be your call to be decent on her behalf

Ava: wouldn’t blame you if you didn't

James: performing tasks or behaving a certain way on her behalf did become second nature to me

Ava: That’s only logical

Ava: When there was so much she wouldn’t do herself, that she should or needed to be done

Ava: You had to step up for two

James: but now there is no longer a need to project the false united front & it's a habit I have to break

Ava: In this case, it isn’t a bad thing you care about their feelings

Ava: bizarre that you do more than her, but still, bizarre by how little she does

Ava: Do what YOU think is right

Ava: Don’t consider her at all, in the things that is a possibility

James: you're right, I will

James: thank you

Ava: This is not ideal, we both know that

Ava: but she hasn’t mentioned any permanent plans to stay or anything like that

Ava: but whatever she does, this will be okay, we’ll work it out, you will

James: I appreciate your belief in my ability to handle this, I hope you know that as well

Ava: I do

Ava: on both counts

James: then yes, it’ll be okay

James: I promise we are on our way to collect you, just bear with me while I call her parents

Ava: Take as long as you need

Ava: Initial shock over… as much as it can be

Ava: I don’t need Chloe thinking I can’t handle her

James: [please do phone them in case they don't know and see those posts then come back]

James: you don't need to worry about what she thinks

Ava: [can you bloody imagine lmao]

Ava: Not about me, never

James: on any subject

Ava: Diana’s step daughters have behaved more maturely

James: I'd feel confident in predicting Jay also has, over the course of the day

Ava: and she only had like, three tantrums, right? 😏

James: I couldn't possibly give you the tally, lest you tell Frank & provoke an even worse reaction

Ava: 🤫🤐

Ava: He’ll never know

Ava: he’s definitely had the best day of us all 😴🥩🥎😴

James: I'm happy to hear his criteria has been met, but I'll be ecstatic if I can do the same for yours

Ava: My criteria is slightly different but I’d take 😴🥩🥎😴 at a push

James: I'd rather you decided to elaborate than compromise

Ava: I only need the one emoji

James: oh really?

Ava: Mhmm

Ava: I won’t ask you to guess

James: are you sure? It wouldn't be much of a hypothetical perfect day if you couldn't ask whatever you like of me

Ava: I don’t need hypothetical or real perfect

James: you don't have to need something for me to want to offer it to you

Ava: All I need from you, is you

James: wouldn't you like to forget about all this?

Ava: Is that possible?

James: I'll be finding out as you do

Ava: Okay

James: so where is this fool's errand taking us?

Ava: Well 🤔 what helps people forget that isn’t champagne

Ava: 🌳🎞📚🖼💚 as your day out was cut somewhat short

James: okay, I'll of course start us off with 📚

James: I suggest we let the girls pick 🌳 or 🖼 because of their awful taste in 🎞 but I'll let you make your own decision before I mention any of this to either of them

Ava: Harsh 😅

Ava: but I’ve sat through enough films that aren’t Twilight to know you’re not lying

Ava: I’ve missed you today, all of you

James: we've missed you too, especially me, even though you've ruined me for any & all films but Twilight

Ava: At least you also have the perfect soundtrack for the 💔

James: it'll work just as well for the traffic we end up stuck in

Ava: Where would we be without the traffic, help or hindrance

James: personally, I’ve recently had more positive associations with it & where I would be without those is inconceivable to me

Ava: I feel the same

James: I’ve really missed you today

Ava: I wouldn’t wish this particular event on you, especially with the unexpected bonus of Chloe

Ava: but it’s better doing things with you, the stuff we don’t want to particularly do included, even if they’re not as nice as the good things

James: I would’ve come with you, in spite of her arrival & because of, had I been allowed

James: she isn’t someone you should have to deal with on your own, not when we made the choices that contributed to her disappearance together

Ava: She’s got enough blame for the both of us, definitely

Ava: but I can’t see anyone seriously buying it…

Ava: anyway, we know how it was

James: yes we do & you’ve never doubted what I’ve said the truth was, anyone who takes her word instead is the least of my worries, because they clearly have their own

Ava: Exactly

Ava: and maybe I could take the homewrecker bit more seriously if she was making any effort to fight for any of you

Ava: not that you’re even asking her to fight to see the girls 🙄

James: precisely

James: tomorrow I’ll be the one fighting against her clear reluctance to spend time with them & then again to ensure Jay doesn’t overhear that she’s back when that plan inevitably fails

Ava: Of course

Ava: There’s no need to do that

Ava: it’s bad enough without the anxiety of waiting, not to mention the potential disappointment

Ava: If she comes, she comes

Ava: When Jay is a bit older, it might be better for Chloe to have to arrange it with her herself, but not yet

James: from experience it would be better if she refuses to come, I couldn’t get her to feign even the slightest interest when they were both living in the same house, occupying the same rooms, she’s unlikely to if she has to put herself out to meet us

James: & it was one thing to tell Jay when we move into the new house mummy isn’t living with us, it’s quite another to try & explain she doesn’t want to visit her anywhere at any time, or worse still, to have her agree to do that & behave worse than the children themselves

Ava: It’s so bloody difficult

Ava: because that is true, or does seem to be true, from all the available past experience you shared and behaviour she’s exhibited then and since

Ava: but it’s unfair to leave the onus on you to ever have to have that conversation with Jay, and Mattie, when you can

Ava: it shouldn’t be one you should ever have to have

Ava: but the reality is, it might be, parents leave, and the parent who stays has to do the lion’s share and then some, dealing with whatever the deserter has left in their wake…

Ava: we’re just programmed to be far more shocked and appalled when that parent is the mother, not the father

Ava: but it is shocking, and can in some cases be appalling, regardless of role and gender, I’ve seen it within my own family

Ava: but in others, I’ve seen it is ultimately for the best, and to have that parent around would make life worse, if they had chosen to be involved

James: you said yourself she hasn’t expressed any desire to stay & her parents weren’t prepared for the eventuality when I spoke to them, our instinct that this is a short visit is the one I trust in right now & the one I’m readying myself & the girls for

James: whether or not she engages with them tomorrow, the reality is, her parenting has only ever been performative & taking a picture of or with them in response to comments she receives under the ones from today isn’t going to trick Jay into thinking they’ve spent quality time together the way it did when she was younger, she may already have questions I’m struggling to find appropriate answers for, but I know expecting her mother to supply them would be disastrous & I can do better than that

James: what has happened so far has been for the best, I don’t know what possessed my sister to send that invitation & jeopardize things

Ava: I hope she intends to explain, as well as apologize

Ava: Whatever she was thinking, it’s safe to say it’s backfired, unless her intention was to cause potential harm to her own niece

Ava: which you have to hope was not

Ava: All you can do is all you can do

Ava: Chloe is going to do, or not do, whatever she wants, that’s apparent

Ava: Jay’s fast approaching an age where she won’t engage with that performativeness and I don’t think anyone will blame her if she decides not to

Ava: Then Chloe will have to decide if she is actually going to try or not

James: I love you for being the type of person to sincerely write out & send that message when it’s unfortunately as apparent we can’t really hold out any such hope for Diana’s character, regardless of what’s happened, she’ll be steadfast in her conviction her intentions were good & she was right

James: all I can do is expect less than nothing from either of them, at this point

Ava: If it wasn’t her baby shower, your mum might have beat me to confronting her on it

James: perhaps there’s some hope for my mother yet

Ava: Perhaps

Ava: or she was just livid to be caught out of the loop, who’s to say really

James: realistically yes, I think we can say it’s the latter

Ava: They’re not invited on our redux day out regardless so

James: speaking of, we’re finally here

Ava: Yay 🙌🙌 I’ll make my excuses and be right out

James: take as much time as you need, I know what my family & sister’s friends are like

Ava: I’d love to see them pretend they’re dying for me to stay, honestly

James: as long as you’re expecting a performance on a par with the lowest-rated children’s film in place of one from the Twilight saga

Ava: 😏 you’ll make me laugh, which might help my own performance

James: oh good, I’d love nothing more than to grant you the fastest possible exit

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regarding pragma.

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Dear @softpedropascal

wow this took so much longer than I thought it would whoops.

So, first off- HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have the bestest day ever cuz you deserve it!

I’m incapable of forming coherent thoughts so um...here’s a cumulative post of my running commentary because my binge reading plans got disrupted so this seemed... neater? Idk. anyways, here you go.

Part 1

No matter how many meetings and mediations you two went through, he still found a reason to keep dragging this out.

I read this as ‘meetings and meditations’ and was very confused for a sec 😂

That hat. You got him that hat. He still wore it?

omg u gave the hat a backstory. adkgadflhg 😍

He was tempted. God, was he tempted, but he shook his head and stood up straight.

This just. Yes. We love a respectful man.

I love all the little hints that you’re dropping about the reader and Frankie’s backstory.

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Part 2

He told himself long ago that be would never forgive her for what she did,

WHAT DID I DO OMG.

“Can’t you, I dunno, sign for him?” he asked.

😂😂Frankie. Sweetheart. Who do you take me for? I can’t forge someone’s signature. I don’t have the skills for that.

There was a reason he didn’t say goodbye. He was afraid to. He was afraid that if he said them again, he would have to go another five years without seeing her. Or has it been longer?

mY hEaRt

Pope and and Frankie’s ENTIRE interaction. 😍 I love that he can see right through Frankie’s bs, loves him anyways but will give it to him straight.

He was too busy thinking about how if he had gotten his shit together, he could be living here with her, taking walks to his favorite lake every day.

asdfgadfkglhdf!!! Boo it ain’t all your fault 😢 (or is it 😏)

It’s funny how the simplest touch can cause the most complex feelings—feelings that he had sworn he buried deep inside of him somewhere. It was a complicated thing trying to be angry at her because in that moment all was forgotten and forgiven.

the DEPTH. in these sentences. oml. I’m so ready to learn about this complicated backstory.

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Part 3

“I can make him sign ‘em,” he offered.

YES. I love a low key threatening boi.

“Yeah, until you decided I wasn’t good enough,”

“Did you want to show me what I could have had with you if I wasn’t such a fuck up.” He sighed and put his hands on his hips.

AFGHSKF OMG MY HEART.

“I’m trailing water and mud all over the place but just remember that I saved your life before getting mad, okay?”

“Nothing. Just like saying your name.”

ahhhh these are precious!!

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Part 4

“Yeah. People do that right? Day dates?” He honestly wasn’t sure. Dates weren’t his forte.

🥺 someone help him. He’s so cute omg.

“We might’ve made out a little too,” he mumbled.

aksfhksdfg look at him turning into a flustered boy!!!

“No. I just…stopped looking up,”

Babes. Idk if the double meaning was intentional but like. Wow. That hit hard.

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Part 5

and has a name like ‘Bill’ or ‘Tom’.”

oop. We love a subtle Redfly dig 😂

!!!! IDK WHAT TO BLOCKQUOTE BUT OMG FRANKIE BEING PROTECTIVE. THE READERS BACKSTORY. FRANKIE KISSING AT THE PAST BRUISES. ANGRY FRANKIE OMG. 😭

I’m sorry there’s probably some more amazing stuff after that but t’was not a good ace day so i skipped the smut

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Part 6

You hid your body from him at first and when he moved your hands, you covered your face. Then he told you to never hide from him—he would always think you were beautiful

🥺🥺 this is so soft omg

sorry skipped the smut but im sure it was beautiful

“I’m not going anywhere.” You moved his arms so you could kneel in front of him. “I’m staying.”

*incoherent screaming*

“You can ask me for anything. I would give up everything I for you.”

The whole ending scene was AMAZING okay but this. This line right here. Big hurt omg. He knows the weight of what he’s saying. He knows how hard the road to recovery is and how many things are gonna try push him off that path. But he says it anyways. And it really really shows just how much she means to him. Brava!

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Part 7

lmao I really need to start reading the warnings 😂

She was never going to be sad longer than necessary if he had anything to do about it.

WHERE CAN I GET A FRANKIE OML 😭

“That no matter where we were, when we look up, we’re looking at the same moon.” He looked at her though she was still looking up. “That always kept me going, you know?”

THE SOFT. AHHHHHH

The moonlight seemed to shine directly on her and make her glow like some ethereal being. She was an angel. She had to be. The stars twinkled above them but he had his own right here right now.

eXcUsE mE. wHo gAvE yOu tHe rIgHt tO wRiTe sOmEtHIng tHiS bEAuTiFul

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Part 8

“Stop ruining my romantic moment, please.

HAHAHAH I LOVE!

I can’t even- Omg. This whole chapter. I have no words

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Part 9

“I can’t,” he said, voice broken. “Please just let me…let me hold you. Let me…”

IDK THE FULL CONTEXT TO THIS (really hating my ace-ness rn cuz this last line is so heartfelt) BUT OMG BROKEN FRANKIE I JUST. ARGHHH

you realized that you were embracing your entire world right then and there. Letting it go would be the hardest thing you’d ever do.

take my heart and crush it why don’t you omg. 😭😍

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Part 10

She was hurt again. And it was his fault again.

I can’t do it. I can’t be alone anymore.

asdfghjk GURL. WHO HURT YOU OMG. LEMME HURT THEM BACK.

His world spun and he felt like he was falling. He fell and fell into the abyss with no one there to save him as the bag felt like it was burning a hole in his hand. Is it hot? He felt hot. Burning up. Had he finally died and gone to hell? God knows that’s where he belonged.

No. It’s just an overwhelming darkness. Nothing. And that’s what he wanted, right? To feel nothing.

*VERY INCOHERENT SCREAMING* This is beautiful writing omg. The raw emotion in this. Holy hell.

oml. That transition from pure pain and angst into love just *chefs kiss*. Frankie deserves so much 😭

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Part 11

“It wasn’t supposed to make you cry,”

wHat eLsE wAs iT sUpPoSeD tO dO omg.

This whole chapter was SO CUTE!!! The way that Frankie just knows things about her. UGH.

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Part 12

“What if it’s big and pulls me in?!”

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY OMG

“I don’t wanna die,” he whispered.

His life felt as though it was falling apart all over again and he realized it was because she was the one that held him together and now that he was leaving, everything was one big mess again.

*inaudible screaming*

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Part 13

That ending tho! I love that you gave them their own little thing with the moon. Its so sweet 🥰and the Pope-Frankie friendship moments. *melts*

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Part 14

okay i was gonna blockquote but there was too much to quote This whole chapter felt so raw omg. If you’re pulling from real experience then I’m so sorry you ever had to go through that *pulls you into the biggest hug ever* (assuming you like hugs, if you don’t... i send you an affectionate ‘rubbing my forehead into your shoulder’)

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Part 15

“You could’ve walked in here with your head shaved and I’d still love it…but…please don’t.”

😂 yessss give me the humour in this sad

still haven’t learnt to read the warnings oml 🤦🏻‍♀️

ahhhh the soft reassuring Frankie content!!!!

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Part 16

“Probably because it’s Wednesday,” he said.

“It is?” you asked.

“Yeah. What day did you think it was?”

I FEEL SO ATTACKED OMG. What even is time anymore.

asfadsdfgdhk Its so SOFFTTT. Is this what it’s like to fall in love??😭

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Part 17

hallelujah i’ve finally learnt to read the warnings

ngaww Frankie being all excited and soft 🥺🥺 are they going camping?? are we gonna get Frankie in his element??

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Part 18

I’m as flat as a board back there.

I feel attacked and this wasn’t even directed at me oml 😂😂

tHeY aRe sO iN lOvE oMg 😍

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Part 19

I get it, it’s embarrassing, but I’m not judging you for it.

YES. In this house, we don’t judge people who are struggling to find jobs!

“I wouldn’t say them if you didn’t deserve them. You deserve good things, Frankie. You may not feel like you do but you do. Always.”

He sighed and rubbed your back. “If you say it then it must be true.”

*incoherent screaming* we all deserve good things okay 😭

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Part 20

thank you for the warnings that i’ve finally learnt to read before reading the fic

What if I’m a lost cause? Just some pathetic druggie who can’t get his shit together…mooching off his girl.

NOOO You’re not just some pathetic druggie Frankie😭😭

“Sleepovers? Do I get to paint your nails? Do your hair?”

Our love has aged gracefully kinda like us.

THE SOFT OMG 🥺🥺

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Part 21

“With all due respect, sir, I’m not and have never been an addict. Yeah, I did drugs. Yes, I hurt your daughter and she had to leave, but you know what, we’re together now and nothing’s gonna change that. She’s forgiven me and she loves me and that’s all that matters.”

YAS. I love this change from nervous wreck to confidence!

This is so happy and soft and sweet oml. My angsty soul doesn’t know how to deal. 😭

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Part 22

Sweet baby jesus. It was soft. And then it was not. And then it was soft again and I just. *incoherent screaming* GURL.

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ludus

I’m gonna have a house right on the other side of the lake.

asdfgI I Have Feelings.

GURLLL. This was so innocent!! They’re both so young and cute and asgalsfjghsd.

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eros

“Are you running away from something?” she asked, and he bristled. “From me because you love me and don’t know how to say it?”

*incoherent screaming* well shit. you go gurl! you call him on his crap!

I skimmed the smut but like Frankie being a nervous wreck is 🥺

If you wanna see someone else while I’m gone, you can.

*more screaming because OMG if only he knew what that would lead to*

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ania

O damn. I kinda loved his slow descend into darkness... The fact that the reader still clings on to hope and love and just, damn. I’m lost for words.

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coda

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that’s all my brain feels right now. that was dark, but like. a good dark. It was heart wrenching but beautiful and- “I won’t be able to find you if I’m lost myself,” THIS. I just. *chefs kiss* but also, *ugly sobbing*.

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morganamysticblog · 4 years

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Royal Romance - Book 2 - Fanfic - Part 4

Heather sat at her table in McDonalds staring at her phone after listening to Drake’s message. She had wanted him to call, to come after her, to come with her. But now, she wasn’t sure. Drake had family in Texas. If she told him who she really was, the princess of the Riley Oil dynasty, what would he think? Would he look at her the same way? He thought she was a simple girl from New York, a waitress, just a regular girl. But she wasn’t, was she.

Everyone wondered how she could fit in with the royals so easily. She had been trained for years, attending functions with her parents at various galas, award ceremonies, and parties at her own house. She was one year short of her own debutante ball when her world came crashing down. Her parents died in a tragic car crash shortly after her 16th birthday. Who knew a deer could cause so much damage.

Drake would see her as one of “them”. One of the nobles he hated so much. He would tell her she lied to him. And in a way, she did.

To her credit, no one asked her about her past. They never asked where she came from, about her parents, anything. They were content with who she was now. They all saw her as a strong, independent woman who could handle any situation. That’s exactly what she needed to be now.

Looking at the phone one more time, she opens a text message to Drake.

HEATHER – What do you want, Drake? (send)

HEATHER - Well, we’ll see what response I get.

Heather picks up her trash and throws it away, then leaves McDonalds to go back to her hotel room.

On the walk back to the hotel, she sees Liam still sitting on the bench in the park.

HEATHER – I can’t believe I’m even thinking this. I can’t believe I still have feelings for him. Ugh, why does he have to be so sweet? I should hate him. But I don’t.

Heather walks over to the park and to Liam.

HEATHER – Hey.

LIAM – Heather! I didn’t think I’d see you again.

HEATHER – Look, this is going to sound really weird, but consider this an experiment…for research purposes.

LIAM – Ok? (an intrigued look appears on his face)

HEATHER – I don’t want you to read anything into this. Like I said, it’s purely for research purposes.

LIAM – Of course.

HEATHER – Ok, so we’ve never kissed, right?

LIAM – Correct. Although that is definitely a regret I have.

HEATHER – Um, well, for research purposes, I want to. Just once. For research.

LIAM – For research purposes. You know I would do anything for you. If this helps, I am happy to help.

Liam stands and takes a step toward Heather, slowly placing his hands on her waist. They lean toward each other, lips touching in a soft, gentle kiss. After a few seconds, they part, but only for a blink of an eye. They come together again, this time more heated. The passion in Liam’s kiss, the feel of his hands sliding around to the small of her back. Heather’s knees go a little weak and she begins seeing sparks behind her closed eyelids. A minute later, they finally pull away from each other.

LIAM – Was that acceptable for your research? If not, I would be happy to continue.

HEATHER – I…uh, yeah, I think that was acceptable.

LIAM – Will I see you again before I have to leave for Shanghai tomorrow morning?

HEATHER – I don’t know. I really need to be alone for a while.

LIAM – Whenever you are ready for some company, I am always here for you.

HEATHER – Thank you. Take care of yourself, ok?

LIAM – I will.

Heather walks away and heads back up to her hotel room.

HEATHER – Oh my God, Jackson. Liam is a REALLY good kisser. Oh wow. Ok, did not see that coming. I mean Drake is good too, but it always seemed a little forced at first with him. But with Liam…fireworks. Ok…I need to think.

Just then Heather’s phone buzzes with a text from Drake.

DRAKE’S MESSAGE – I want to talk. Call me.

Heather – What do you think Jackson? Should I call him?

JACKSON – Aroof!

HEATHER – Ugh. Ok. (Dials Drake’s number)

DRAKE – Riley!

HEATHER – Hey. By the way, you do know my name is Heather, right? We’re not in the military. I don’t normally go by my last name.

DRAKE – Huh? Oh…yeah. I just, it’s just been my thing for a while now. Kind of a habit.

HEATHER – I know. So, what did you want to talk about?

DRAKE – I, uh, well…

HEATHER – Drake…look, I don’t want you to feel obligated to anything just because of the message I left you this morning. I get it. You don’t feel the same way. And maybe I read too much into things.

DRAKE – No, that’s not it, well, not all of it.

HEATHER – Right.

DRAKE – Riley…Heather…I know I haven’t been great with the whole opening up thing. Some walls are harder to take down than others. I do care about you. I’m just really not used to letting people in. And after this morning, it seems like the world is upside down. I don’t know how to handle that.

HEATHER – I think you need to decide how you want your life to be. Without the palace, without the drama, just you, like when you were in college. How does Drake Walker want his life to go? I know you don’t like thinking about your future, but you should. Especially now.

DRAKE – You and my sister must be sharing the same brain today. She pretty much said the same thing.

HEATHER – Well, I think you should take her advice.

DRAKE – I just don’t want you to think the last few months have been nothing for me. Because they’ve been amazing, actually. You’re amazing. I just…if we got together, what could I possibly offer you? I’m basically a homeless bum right now. The only place I could possibly go would be to my mom’s ranch in Texas. And I don’t know if you would even like being in the middle of nowhere, back in the States.

HEATHER – I don’t know what I want to do right now, Drake. Look, I think we both should just take some time, think about things, where we want our lives to go, where we want to be. Just promise me you’ll at least keep in touch, ok?

DRAKE – Of course I will. We’ll talk soon, ok?

HEATHER – Yeah, sure. Bye. (hangs up the phone)

HEATHER – Ugh, that could have gone a lot better. He still can’t let go of those walls, that defense against everybody, even me. I need some serious third party help here. (Heather dials her friend, Daniel’s, phone number)

DANIEL – Gurl!!! OMG where have you been? You disappear into thin air, then a few weeks later I see your picture in some foreign news feed, looking major hot by the way, and then some other pic with some dork rich guy. What gives?

HEATHER – I’m sorry, I totally should have called you a long time ago. It’s been crazy. That bachelor party you stuck me with? Yeah, the “bachelor” was actually Prince Liam of Cordonia. Some little country in Europe. He had to find a wife, so they brought me there to join in on the whole fight for the Prince thing. It’s been a major roller coaster since then.

DANIEL – Oh wow girl. Ok, so where are you now?

HEATHER – Paris.

DANIEL – Daaaaang!! Must be nice.

HEATHER – It’s beautiful here, but the last couple months have been hell.

DANIEL – Oh, I am so sorry Heath. What can I do to help?

HEATHER – Actually…I need your advice. I’m going to send you two pics. You tell me which one, just off looks, you would pick. Then I’ll give you more scoop to pro/con this.

DANIEL – Ooooh, check out hot guys for you? Any time girl.

Heather forwards the pictures of Liam and Drake to Daniel.

DANIEL – Oh dayum!! I only get to pick one?

HEATHER – I know, right?

DANIEL – Ok, so what’s going on? Why are we choosing only one hottie?

Heather describes what has happened over the past few months with Liam and Drake. All of the time she has spent with each of them, the betrayal from Liam, the closed off treatment from Drake, and the feelings she has for both of them.

DANIEL – Wow. I do not envy you at all. That is a rough decision.

HEATHER – Why do you think I called you? I need your help Daniel. Ugh, I am living The Bachelorette for real. Ok, so based on everything I told you, imagine you’re watching it on TV. Which one are you shouting at the screen for me to choose?

DANIEL – You know me so well. Ha ha ha.

HEATHER – I’ve watched enough seasons with you. Of course I know you.

DANIEL – Well, looks wise Drake is definitely hotter. And it sounds like you have some serious heat chemistry between you. But he’s majorly afraid of commitment. Liam, on the other hand, still hot, and sounds super sweet, romantic, the perfect TV fantasy prince. Major Prince Charming vibe.

HEATHER – Yeah, I know. But he lied to me. And not like a little lie like I don’t like peas, but I’ll eat them anyway because you cooked them kinda thing, like major life altering lie.

DANIEL – Yeah, but you said he’s been looking for this guy in the picture with you, right? And he said the only reason he didn’t tell you was to protect you from his father.

HEATHER – Yeah, I guess.

DANIEL – And which one of them came after you when you left this morning?

HEATHER – Liam.

DANIEL – And which one has been camped out in the park by your hotel all day?

HEATHER – Liam.

DANIEL – And which one called only to be cryptic extreme?

HEATHER – Drake.

DANIEL – If it were me, I know what decision I would make. And he’s probably still sitting right outside your window.

HEATHER – I hate when you make sense, you know that?

DANIEL – You wouldn’t have called for my expert advice if it was going to be an easy decision. But, in your heart, you know who you want.

HEATHER – You’re right. But how do I tell Drake? I mean, I told him I loved him on the message this morning. That he was the one I wanted.

DANIEL – I think after how he’s pushed you away and blown you off this whole time, he will understand. He may be hurt, but he pretty much did it to himself. Just be gentle with him, ok?

HEATHER – I will. Daniel, as always, you are the absolute best friend ever!!! Loves ya lots!!!

DANIEL – Loves ya too gurl!!! Don’t wait so long between calls next time, ok?

HEATHER – I won’t. I promise.

DANIEL – And I better get an invite to the wedding!!

HEATHER – You will. Take care.

DANIEL – You too. Bye.

Heather hangs up the phone and goes to the windows overlooking the Eiffel Tower park. Just as Daniel predicted, Liam is still sitting on the bench, still scrolling through pictures on his phone. Even from this height and distance, she can see he’s crying.

HEATHER – Come on Jackson. Time to go for a walk.

JACKSON – Woof!

Heather heads downstairs and across the street to the park…to Liam.

Liam hears Jackson’s bark from the end of the block. He looks up and sees Heather walking toward him. He quickly wipes his eyes and smooths down his jacket.

LIAM – Hello again. I wasn’t sure…

But before Liam can finish his sentence, Heather closes the distance between them and kisses him. Slow and gentle at first, but with progressing passion. He wraps his arms around her pulling her closer to him. Opening her mouth with his, running his tongue along hers. The rest of the world disappears around them, it is just the two of them together. Finally, reluctantly, they part.

LIAM – Wow. That was…there are no words. Let me guess, more research?

HEATHER – No. A decision.

LIAM – A decision? I don’t understand. I thought…wait, you’re saying…after everything, you want to be with me?

HEATHER – Yes. And don’t make me regret it either. If you EVER lie to me again…

LIAM – Never. I swear to you. Every thought, every decision, everything will be the truth. I must say, though, I am a bit confused. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely happy. But, I thought you wanted Drake. That he was the one for you.

HEATHER – I like Drake, yes. And I thought it could work with him. But I want someone who is open with their feelings, their thoughts. Someone who is not ashamed to open up, to yell at the top of a building that I’m the one they want. I don’t think Drake could ever do that. Something would always hold him back.

LIAM – I am so sorry you have had to endure all of this. I will do everything in my power to show you how much I love you.

HEATHER – I know you will. That’s why I’m here.

LIAM – You have excellent timing. I was actually getting ready to leave in a few minutes to go to the opera. I have been debating all day whether I actually wanted to go or not and just decided a few minutes ago that I would, just to take my mind off everything for a little while. I would love for you to join me.

HEATHER – I would like that, but I don’t think Madeleine would be very happy if I was there.

LIAM – She won’t be there. She’s working on our travel arrangements to Shanghai tomorrow. Something came up with the plane or the hotel or something and she insisted on handling it herself. I will have a private box all to myself.

HEATHER – No Madeleine? Private box?

LIAM – Yes. A private box for us if you’ll accompany me.

HEATHER – But I left all the gowns and formal wear on the train.

LIAM – I saw a boutique not far from here if you would like to pick something out. I’d be more than happy to get you anything you want.

HEATHER – Looks like we’re going shopping then. Oh…what about Jackson? Just let me put him back in the room really quick.

LIAM – Of course. And Heather…

HEATHER – Yes?

LIAM – Thank you.

HEATHER – For what?

LIAM – For believe in me. For being here with me. For being you. I promise we will get through this. I will continue my efforts to locate Tariq. I want to do everything I can to help clear the scandal my father caused. I want to be the one at the top of the building declaring my love for you to the world. And I want to be able to break off this engagement to Madeleine as quickly as possible. I want to be with you…only you.

HEATHER – We’ll get it figured out.

LIAM – Yes, we will. Together! Oh, I just remembered…Shanghai…you are coming, aren’t you? I apologize. What I meant to say is, would you please join me in Shanghai? This may sound selfish, but I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can. And not to distract you or keep you from anything, but simply to be with you. My father will be there. We can find a way to confront him, get him to help us use his resources as well to locate Tariq.

HEATHER – I would love to go to Shanghai with you. We should get going if we’re going to the opera.

Heather gets Jackson back up to the hotel room. Hand in hand Liam and Heather stroll down the street to the boutique. Heather picks out a simple pink dress, changes, and they continue to the opera house and up to Liam’s private box.

This would tie back into the main story line with MC and Liam watching the opera together, or not watching…whichever version you choose.

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fyeahmeddy · 4 years

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Old fools

Suuuuper belated bday gift (but just a little for christmas) for my lovely friend @kinikxluna . I love you gurl!!! Sorry it took so long!!

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Everything was perfect. The chocolate was warm and she could bet that, if her taste buds still worked, it would be the most delicious beverage of her very long life. The blankets were fuzzy and comfy. Simon, her caretaker from the apocalypse, was back and sane. She had a beautiful girlfriend by her side, resting her head on her shoulder, enjoying every second next to her. Then, why did she feel so much dread?

Bonnie noticed how Marceline’s grip on her hand had tightened suddenly, even it was only for a hot second, and also noticed a flinch in her whole body, along with a frown in her face. It wasn’t rare that Marceline used to have moments in which her minds touched spots that were like a hot stove, and so her body twitched as if trying to get away from them. However, Bonnie noticed too how frequent they had become, especially when they were together.

For a while now, Bonnie had wanted to talk it out with Marceline but, just like her, she felt a deep dread sucking out her bravery every time she visualized the possible outcome of her being the problem. Was she doing enough to let Marceline know she was loved? Hadn’t she already changed her distant and cold attitude?

The gathering at Marceline’s house ended. The new Ice King, the princesses that legitimately enjoyed his stories, and Simon left the place, leaving the girls alone.

Already in their pajamas, they went up to their room to call the day off. Marceline sat on her side of the bed, and Bonnie noticed how strangely silent she was. The princess also noticed her constant sighing and how she started anxiously fiddling with her fingers. It looked like she wanted to say something, but was scared to do it.

“Marcy… are you ok?” asked Bonnie. “Do you have some sort of vampire cold or something?” she said, trying to ease the mood.

“No, no, I’m ok” replied Marceline with lack of enthusiasm and no further explanation.

Bonnie frowned. It was time to talk about what was obviously bothering her girlfriend and she was going to be the one starting the conversation. If the pandora’s box was going to be opened, better do it soon before it got more and more crowded. She took all the courage she could gather and spoke.

“Marceline… I know something’s troubling you. I’ve noticed. I love you, and I want to help you. You can talk to me, you know it”.

Marceline didn’t respond immediately but it was clear Bonnie had hit the nail. Marceline herself started putting her thoughts in order and dared to take the step she had avoided for some time now.

“I’m afraid of losing you” said Marceline over her shoulder, still not looking at Bonnie.

“You didn’t lose me that day at the battlefield. And I did take a good hit, sometimes I still feel it” said Bonnie with a chuckle. “I’m a hard gum”.

“No, not like that” replied Marceline after a deep sigh. “I’m afraid of losing you… because of me doing something stupid. Because of letting our egos talk again. I’m afraid to commit the same mistakes over and over again” she said, getting more worked up with every word. “We already failed once. I’ve already failed several times. Who’s to say it won’t happen again?”.

After a shaky sigh from the vampire, the room fell silent. Bonnie felt her gummy heart shrink, her hands were getting cold yet sweaty. She now understood her girlfriend’s turmoil but there was no relief on that. Marceline had already lived a couple hundred years more than her, and she was way more adventurous too. The vampire had traveled the world wide and large, while the princess barely touched the edges of the continent that was Ooo. While Marceline was the first person ever with whom Bonnie had been open enough to take a shot at the experience of love, Marceline had already dealt with that a few times before and a few more after; she had reasons to be scared of failures.

Bonnie also found herself with similar fears. Their previous attempt did flop terribly because of their attitudes, their goals and their egos. The aftermath had been so disastrous and stressing that Bonnibel decided there was nothing in love worth her time and effort. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from reminiscing the good times along the vampire and draw a wistful smile. She had been wondering if this new attempt had the elements necessary to be any different, but she constantly pushed those thoughts to the back of her head. Then she realized how actually old-way that was, how those old habits had been responsible for the way things had went before. It was time to be honest. She walked towards Marceline and sat beside her, the vampire wiping her nose in an embarrassed manner.

“A relationship is not just one person’s responsibility, Marcy” she said after a brief silence, taking Marceline’s hand. “It’s a joint effort: two, three, more people… we didn’t fail because of you, we failed because of us. I too made mistakes, and I also fear making them again”.

“What if we do?” asked Marceline.

Bonnibel smiled and held Marceline’s hand tighter.

“We are not the fools we used to be. We look the same but we are not the same”.

“Not quite right. I’m glad you got rid of those intricate pigtails you liked so much three centuries ago” joked Marceline.

“Me too! It was such a hassle to braid them!” replied Bonnibel. “But you know what I mean. I was a control freak with goddess pretentions. Now I’m just a workaholic in rehabilitation. I know it may not be much of a change for some people but… it’s good for me. I do it for my friends, I do it for you. And I know you’ve changed too”.

“Have I really?”.

“Well, maybe you still have to work on being overly dramatic sometimes” said Bonnie with playful annoyance. “But you know you have. Remember that time, months ago, when I forgot about our date? Old you would have yelled at me and stormed out of my room. But you waited this time. I just had to put on some clean clothes and you were ok with it. Maybe last time we just went on with whatever feelings we had, we didn’t even know if it was really love. But now we are aware of what feelings we have, we know why we are doing this”.

Marceline smiled and held Bonnie’s hand tighter and kissed it tenderly.

“I really want to be with you forever” she said, softly. “But even that… I don’t think I trust myself to promise that”.

“You don’t have to”.

“What?” asked Marceline, baffled.

“We’ve lived long enough, Marceline. We’ve seen how ‘forever’ doesn’t apply to this world. That’s not a bad thing. Don’t get your mind stuck in the future, that was my mistake. Let us enjoy today. Whatever happens, happens. Even if we end up splitting at some point again, we both are die hard. We may find ourselves in the same path again, eventually”.

Marceline held Bonnie’s face between her hands and smiled widely. Bonnie smiled too, feeling proud of the reward her work had brought.

Marceline leaned in for a kiss that was welcomed. She kissed her slowly, yet passionate, savoring the princess’s lips, enjoying the moment. For Marceline, it was cathartic. She had bottled her emotions and thoughts for too long and exposing them was like stepping into an abyss. However, she found herself falling onto the soft embrace of her girlfriend, on a blossoming field of flowers with the essence of her support. Each movement of their lips, each chill traveling down her spine washed away her doubts, until the kiss broke.

“I love you, Bonnie” said Marceline, hugging her.

“And I love you too, Marcy” said Bonnie, petting her head. “Let’s go to sleep. We need the freshness of the morning, even if you are a vampire”.

Already in bed, spooning, Bonnie felt a familiar yet unexpected presence on her skin.

“Are you grabbing my boob?” asked Bonnie.

“It’s how I cope” replied Marceline, cuddling with her from behind.

Bonnie put her hand over Marcy’s, chuckling.

“Goodnight, Queen”.

“Goodnight, Princess”.

#bubbline #adventure time #atimers #marceline abadeer #princess bubblegum #my fanfic #hurt/comfort

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Mandy in the Multiverse

Summary: Mandy the writer witch doesn’t know what to write for her prompt, so she goes searching back through her plethora of AUs for inspiration and accidentally stumbles into a few others as well.

(Shoutout to @callboxkat, @lefaystrent and @delimeful for letting me reference their works in this!)

October prompt #23: Witchcraft.

Check out more of my writing at @hiddendreamerwriting!

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Mandy sighed, laying on her back and tossing her pen in the air to catch again. It was dull, lacking the usual shine of inspiration. It seemed she was quickly burning through her magic supply this month.

Her eyes traveled over to the portal, humming in the corner. Several portals, actually. An entire wall of infinite portals, each leading into a different dimension she had created. But what did it matter? All the portals in the world wouldn’t help the young witch find a good story idea. She needed a new portal.

Mandy paused, catching her pen one last time. Or…she could always do a sequel. And for that, a quick lil’ inspiration trip wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

“I’ll just pop in for a second.” Mandy grinned, already grabbing her cloak and sprinting through one at random.

A bright light flashed, forcing her to cover her eyes. She blinked the spots from her vision, peering around to find… a pet shop?

“Oh, tiny mers.” Mandy hummed, walking through the aisle ways. “Not exactly original, but-”

“Can I help you, gurl?” Remy the sales clerk interrupted her musing.

“Oh, hey Remy.” Mandy gave a disinterested wave, not even looking over as she peered into the empty tanks. She sighed. “Man, this is so boring. There’s not even anything happening here. Well, except with the cats.”

“We don’t sell cats.” Remy informed her.

“I know.” Mandy adjusted her cloak. She didn’t feel like walking all the way over to Picani’s place of residence just to see the shredded remains of Logan clinging to life, that’d just be depressing. “Don’t worry about it.” Without another word she twirled on her feet, the scenery swapping once more.

“Alright, where we headed?” Mandy rubbed her hands together, looking around to try and get the lay of the land. It was a wide open field, which didn’t give her many clues- that is, until she saw how dead the grass was and the hole left behind by what must’ve been a beanstalk.

“Aww, I missed it?” Mandy groaned. She looked around, seeing nobody at the bottom of the stalk either. “Well this sucks. I can’t even tell if this is Virgil’s or Patton’s story. Why does the beanstalk have to come down, anyway? Just let it stay up and eventually consume all the water on Earth.”

That was an idea, maybe. But today was not the day for mythical eco-terrorism. Instead with a sigh Mandy twirled again, crossing her fingers. “Please something fun, please something fun-”

Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed when she opened her eyes to see generic apartment number 3. “Darn it, just a borrower story.”

There was a quiet clattering behind her. Mandy turned, seeing a very startled human Logan standing in the kitchen. “I- how- what did you say?”

“Oh dear.” Mandy winced. Logan was always the one with too many questions, no matter the universe. “Um, a borrower? Tiny person about yeigh high?” Mandy held out her hands for scale. “You might have one already in a cage. That, or they’re still in the walls. I don’t really know what stage you’re at.”

Logan’s eyes widened, turning a deadly pale. He glanced back at the living room door anxiously, leaning forwards and lowering his voice. “How much do you know about the little mouse men?”

“The mouse men?” Mandy wrinkled her nose in confusion. Since when did Logan call borrowers ‘mouse men’? That sounded more like Littles, and the only story she knew with Littles was…

Mandy gasped, smacking a hand to her cheek. “This is Kat’s story!” She excitedly whispered. The witch looked down at her own hands in awe, having not been aware she could even do that. “Oh my goodness I could see Littles. Wait should I? What if I break something? No, I shouldn’t, they’re all so depressed right now, and Kat’s Littles are always so skittish.”

“Cat? What’s this about a cat?” Logan was frantically trying to keep up with her logic, to no avail.

“Don’t worry about it.” Mandy said hastily. “Tell them I say hi. Wait don’t, forget you saw anything. Okay. I love you. Bye.”

With these parting words Mandy spun away, eager to get out before she ruined over a year’s worth of careful planning. But this opened a newfound realm of possibilities; what were her limits? How far could she go? She eagerly focused her energy away from her own stories, trying to see if she could breach the wall again.

“...oh great. Another Remy.” Mandy sighed, opening her eyes.

“Gurl you better check yourself before you shrek yourself.” Remy judged her, taking a long sip from his cup.

Mandy glanced around, taking in the house in disarray. There was a strange amount of potato chip bags and binoculars. On a notebook was a list labelled ‘Vampires?’ where Logan’s name had been written, crossed out, rewritten, repeat.

“Is this Lefay’s Welcome to the Neighborhood fic?” Mandy guessed.

“Yup.” Remy nodded. Mandy wasn’t even surprised Remy had that knowledge; he was some sort of demon of the night anyways here. Or something.

“Good.” Mandy nodded as well. “So I can’t break anything.”

“Bold of you to assume you’re worthy enough to derail this plot.” Remy raised an eyebrow. “Where you headed?”

“I dunno.” Mandy shrugged, leaning against the couch. She cringed, feeling something sticky beneath her. “I mean not that you lovable trash raccoons aren’t, er, great… but I was kinda aiming for Delimeful.”

“The tiny dragon one?” Remy asked.

Mandy nodded. “I wanna introduce Puff to my dragon Virgil. Who isn’t really a dragon, just raised by dragons, and-”

“We get it, ya’ basic. First door on your left.” Remy interrupted with a point. Mandy paused, before with a shrug opening the door that was Remy’s haphazardly thrown together portal. There was another flash of familiar light, but this time the walls appeared more hazy. Translucent, even.

“So, this is a mind palace.” Mandy let out a low whistle, because she could do that in fiction. “Weird. I don’t work in canon enough, huh?”

But that wasn’t the focus right now. Instead her attention was drawn to a scuttling in front of her, a little purple dragon caught off guard by her arrival. Mandy grinned, taking the opportunity to lunge and catch him. “Gotcha!”

Puff did not appreciate this gesture, frantically clawing and biting at Mandy and nearly causing the young witch to drop him entirely.

“Geez, stop struggling, Virgil!” Mandy huffed, readjusting her grip.

“...Virgil?”

Mandy paused, looking up to see she had an audience. Roman, Patton, and Logan were giving her looks caught between confusion and horror. The dragon in question had frozen, terrified when she said his name.

For a moment Mandy thought she ruined everything, but no recognition dawned on their faces. “Oh right, you guys are pre-accepting anxiety.” Mandy gave a small sigh of relief, the others tensing further. “Don’t worry, it’s just a, uh, nickname. Totally irrelevant. Definitely not something worth pondering or asking Anxiety about. Okay, toodles!”

But as soon as Mandy attempted to spin on her heel with Puff in tow, a searing hot pain overtook her arms. She yelped, dropping the fledgling and spinning into the other realm alone, collapsing with a grimace.

“Okay, no taking things between realms.” Mandy grit her teeth. “Good to know.”

She looked up, her eyes peering through the darkness to see a sword glinting in the meager light, pointed threateningly at her face. Strangely, she hadn’t even heard the movement. That was suspiciously terrifying.

“State your business.” The not-dragon Virgil threatened.

Mandy looked down the length of the sword. She looked back up at Virgil. “I was just trying to bring you a present.” Mandy huffed, annoyed that her plan had failed. “It was a dragon version of you. A real one.”

Well, that was not the right thing to say. Mandy yelped, rolling out of the way as the sword came slashing down, clanking loudly against the rock wall.

“Lovely seeing you as always!” Mandy waved, turning on her heel to the sound of cursing behind her.

The witch gave a sigh of relief, trying to focus her mind again after getting so jittered. It was difficult whenever her creations got away from her, especially when she was at the wrong end of the sword. The Lord only knew how many times her giants got out of hand, putting Mandy in all sorts of compromising situations.

“Think Mandy.” Mandy told herself, continuing to spin as she began to get dizzy, multiple universes passing by and only offering her glimpses: cages, a butterfly wall, the ocean…. And of course the accompanying cast, but that was a bit harder to decipher considering they all shared the same fate. “If you could go anywhere, do anything, focus on that. Where would you go? What would you do?”

Her focus was shattered as in her dizzy state she took a single step back, breaking the spell and immediately tripping over something alive.

“Mrow!” The white cat hissed, scrambling fearfully up and away from Mandy and into Patton’s lap.

“Oh dear!” Patton gasped, bending down to check on her. “Are you alright?” She took in his light blue robes, recognizing a fellow magic user.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Mandy took his hand, standing up. She looked down at the bristling cat, glaring up at her haughtily. Mandy winced, slowly recognizing this to be her witch AU. “Sorry about your tail, Roman. Also sorry about your allergies, Patton.”

Patton gave her a bewildered look, not so subtly wiping at his nose. The cat hair was clearly getting to him again. “What? It’s just this spring air. Hardly your fault.”

“Right.” Mandy didn’t bother to explain that she was the one who gave him allergies in the first place. She sighed, wishing she could at least cuddle up Roman with his fluffy coat, but Roman looked to be in no mood to accept her apology. “Aristocat.” She muttered. “Are Logan and Virgil around?”

“No, I believe they went out to collect potion ingredients.” Patton explained.

“Ugh why didn’t I just do that?” Mandy smacked herself in the forehead. “I could have just written something about you four doing potion stuff for witchcraft. This is so needlessly complicated.”

“...sorry?” Patton didn’t know how to respond.

“Whatever, I’m getting out of here.” Mandy glanced at the pair one last time. “I suggest inventing magic benadryl. Or getting regular benadryl. I have no idea what time period this actually is because you refuse to go outside.”

With this mystic advice Mandy disappeared, forever on the hunt for that elusive inspiration.

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