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devnmon · 1 year

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Long Winded Safe Haven.

Chapter Three: Written in My Stars

Summary: [i promise this is the last chapter of Daryl and Merle content.] It's the third day of the new world, and Daryl has had it with Merle's plans. They find themselves stood before two people who claim to have a camp/ Their introduction to the group at the quarry is very brief here, as they agree to wait and see if they'll have a place in the camp. Daryl tries to overcome the awkwardness, but only time will tell if he succeeds.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

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Daryl woke the next morning to the sound of merle banging on the trunk he occupied. The banging boomed throughout the car, his body jolting out of surprise. The muscles of his back were already aching as he shifted ever so slightly. Daryl had quite literally been curled up into the fetal position on his side the whole night, no wonder his body ached like it did.

"C'mon brother! Up and at 'em! we're burnin' daylight and you're still gettin' that damn beauty rest!"

Daryl groaned loud enough for Merle to hear, beginning to undo the ties he'd put around the interior part of the trunk.

"Ain't you bangin' on walker guts righ' now?" Daryl remembered the guts him and his brother had placed on the cars the night before.

"Nah, a storm musta passed through durin' the night, washed all of 'em off. Good thing we hid when we did... else we'd be food for those geeks. Plus, the ground's all wet. An' it's already hot out."

Great. The humidity's gonna be even worse t'day.

And that was the first thing Daryl felt coat his skin the minute he cracked the trunk open.

The sunlight was bright as ever, shining directly in his eyes and blinding him for a moment or two, before they adjusted accordingly. Merle watched as he climbed out of the trunk, back aching as he stood up fully for the first time since the night before.

"Shit, it's hot as hell out here."

Here we go again..

"Yeah. it's Georgia. We've been here our whole lives." Daryl muttered to himself, half wishing his brother would hear him and shut up for once.

But it was always, genuinely always something with him.

Why couldn't Merle just keep his mouth to himself? Why did he have to poison the air Daryl breathed with his unprompted opinions and comments?

"Oh, I'm sorry we ain't in a mansion, little brother!" Merle tapped daryl's shoulder with the back of his hand, "Last time I checked, ya didn't have a problem with bein' outside! We've been huntin' here our whole lives, wasn't that what ya said?"

Of course, using his own words against him.

"I don't! I'm jus' fuckin' tired of bein' on the road all the damn time! I was fine with it while we were huntin', but I don't wanna spend the rest of my life out here! We gotta find a camp, a real one. An' stay. No more of this half assed 'robbing the camp blind' shit! We ain't need to get on anyone's bad side, 'specially now!"

Daryl was starting to get agitated at the fact that Merle always made the wrong decision, resorting to violence or harsh words when he didn't get his way.

Daryl knew both of those quite well.

"Brother, if you got somethin' to say, you say it, right here, right now." Merle's face was condescending, his arms crossed over his chest. Daryl wasn't going to give merle more ammunition to shoot at him when he got pissed. He was always going to hear it ten times worse from his brother.

Waryl thought it best not to light that match, since it was only the beginning of what was going to be a long and hot day of travel.

"Nah. Ain't worth it." Daryl huffed, picking up his pack and bow from the trunk and slinging them onto his back. "Let's jus' get movin', before another herd gets on our tail."

Once again, the two packed their belongings to head out through the humidity of another Georgia forest. somehow, the brothers ended up getting way further into the forest than they'd intended. Large hills came out of nowhere, the terrain only confusing Daryl on their location when he didn't recognize the area.

"Mot to jerk a knot in your tail, brother, but do you have the slightest idea where in hell do you think we're at? Or.. are we lost?" Merle chirped up, perky and wanting so badly to get on Daryl's last nerve.

He only shook his head, lips pursing together as his shoulders stiffened.

"Nah, we ain't lost." His response was gruff and low, a quick snap at his brother to make him stop his conversation there. Obviously, that wasn't the case, since Merle opened his big mouth the second his brother responded.

More fuel for your fire, man.

"Well, man, we've gotta be. I ain't recognize any of this area. And I know my wooded areas."

"Wou know, you're really barkin' up the wrong tree right now, Merle. 'Sides, I said we ain't lost."

"How would you know, brother? I'm the one who taught you everythin' ya know about huntin' and trackin' and survivin' out here! So don't get your feathers all ruffled! You know i'm always right, anyways."

Merle's cockiness pissed daryl off enough to know his brother's never going to save his pride over anyone but his damn self.

"Man, you really don't know shit about shit." Daryl's voice lowered, still intimidated by his brother and how harsh he backfires.

"Oh yeah? And what don't i know shit about?" Merle only paused himself from going on further to cross his arms once more and think about how his own brother just questioned him.. again.

"C'mon man, that plan of yours? It's not gonna get us nothin' other than thrown out on our asses. You're gonna make it real hard for us to stay with a group if you keep comin' up with shit like that!" Daryl kept his voice lower than Merle's was already getting when he responded back again.

Just like Daryl thought he would, Merle shot off on a rant about how he's trying to make life in this world better for us. Then he proceeded to go on longer about how people have had it better and we should be grateful to show anyone mercy..

"Merle, would you listen for one damn second?"

"No! You listen to me, boy! I'm the one that made you the man you are! Huh? Me! So don't act like you haven't been followin' me your whole life!"

This was true, but Merle always ends up twisting Daryl's words.

"I ain't never said that, Merle! You just think that takin' what people already have is gonna help us more than it was already helpin' them?! We can't do that to other people!"

"I'll make ya understand.. just you wait." Merle seethed, getting annoyingly close to Daryl's face before walking off in the opposite direction they had been going.

"Where the hell are ya goin' now?" Daryl called after him, getting a middle finger flipped at him.

"Takin' a piss, don't lose your marbles without me!" Merle called out from a distance, knowing he would return after he went and did his business for a little while. This was always the result of Merle not wanting to argue over something he saw right in his point of view.

Daryl shook his head, sitting on a nearby log. His hands fumbled for his pack once again, finding the spark to write about what had just occurred.

The pen clicked as Daryl started scribbling on the page.

Day three

Tryin my best to convince Merle to change his mind bout robbin' a camp. Ain't right. I put up with a lotta his shit. But not this. Ever. Bein' Selfish during this time ain't gonna help at all. could go for a few hours of not bein' near his stupid ass. or at least a few hours of silence. Used to bein' out here with no noise, not his yappy ass. Gotta find a way to deal or swear I'm gonna end up killin' the bastard. Maybe i’d be better off.

He finished writing the entry, shoving his journal away once again, noticing the sound of his brother's voice booming from a distance for the third time now.

"Darylina, where you at, brother?" He stood from the log in a hurry, belongings being swung onto his back. Peering around a tree, Daryl spotted his brother moseying back over to where he was previously sat.

"Merle! You clear your mind and realize I was right 'bout your plan?" Daryl only half believed that his brother would come to terms with something he'd suggested, but he didn't really have faith in Merle like that.

"Nah. Came to tell you I was right." The next thing Daryl saw was Merle swinging a fist at his face, knocking him to the ground. His body landed on the dirt with a thump, Merle still standing over him as he looked up.

"What the f- Ah! You son of a bitch! What the hell you do that for?!" A sharp pain ran across Daryl's cheekbone from his brother's punch. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, crimson staining his skin as he looked down.

"Well, I tried to tell you, brother. But you didn't wanna listen to me! I said we'd be better off with my plan and that we didn't need no group in the first place." Merle leaned down to Daryl, getting real close to his face again, "Just their stuff."

"And I tried to tell you that we need at least a few more fuckin' people in this world to have our backs than jus' you and me!" Daryl pulled himself from the ground to talk with his brother face to face.

"Come on, man! We've been doin' just fine on our own! We don't need-"

"Just fine? I slept in the trunk of a car last night, Merle! Are you shittin' me right now? I'm tryin' to guarantee our survival in this shit world, if you couldn't tell."

"You? Guarantee my survival? I'm the one that guaranteed your survival many years ago! you'd be dead without me. Me! Me, and no one else. So tell me, why you don't like my plan again. hm?"

"Yeah, I'll tell ya why-" was Daryl all could get out before he heard the rustling of leaves from a distance. His expression dropped, and the both of them started glancing around for where the steps were coming from.

Daryl recognized the step pattern as human before drawing his bow. His muscular forearms pushed an arrow into the barrel, and by the time it'd clicked into place, he turned to where the footsteps in the surrounding forest were coming from. Freezing in place, he began staring into the brush where the sound had retreated.

"Come out, now!" Daryl's rough voice called out, hearing a rustling once more until two people emerged from behind the leaves.

You appeared next to a young asian man, approaching out of the wood. Daryl noticed your backs bare of any baggage except for a rifle on the man's back and a pair of binoculars around your neck.

"Well, lookie here! Bambi and her boytoy.." Merle chuckled with a snide look on his face.

"Who are y'all?" Daryl’s aggressive voice called out, bow still drawn. The two of them looked like deer in headlights, startled from the same man yelling at them before.

“Hey man, it’s alright, Y’all ain’t gonna hurt us.” Merle had a smirk plastered on his face, one that could say the nastiest things.

"I think we're the ones who should be asking that, seeing as you guys are in our foraging spot.." The man with the baseball cap spoke first.

"Yeah, where the hell did you guys come from? And here I thought we were far out enough from the city..." You said, slightly trying to lighten the serious mood, since Daryl still had his bow aimed on them.

"Alright, first thing's first you don't have to point your weapon at us, we aren't a threat to you, clearly.. Second of all, are you gonna answer me? Where did you guys come from?" The man’s face dour, waiting for a response.

Merle spoke up, sharing a glance with Daryl before looking back at you, tension growing with uncertainty.

“Oh, we've been traveling for a couple of days now, lookin' to find some place to hole up for a while.” Merle spoke, trying to deceive the two people in front of him.

"Yeah? No luck so far, clearly." Tightness grew in your chest as you crossed your forearms over it.

The snark from the perverted man disgusted you, picking up the fact that he saw himself better than anyone, especially women.

“Now you listen to me, Bambi-“ Daryl pushed his brother back at his stance starting to walk towards you.

"Merle, back off." Daryl really didn't want to scrap the chance they were getting if these people actually had a camp they could go back to.

"What he 's tryin' to say is that we've been on the road since the world went to shit, and we're runnin' low on food. Could use someplace safe to camp out for a while till we get back on our feet. That is, if ya got one."

"Um.. you guys have any... specialized skills or something?" You spoke again, questioning the brothers.

"What kinda skills you mean, girl?" Merle spoke again, laughing cynically as if to suggest you were talking about anything other than survival skills. He muttered a 'shut up, Merle' before answering you.

"Apologies for my brother, he ain't the brightest tool in the shed," Daryl remarked, giving his brother a look before continuing to talk, "We're both real good at huntin' and scavenging, trackin' people and animals and shit like that. Plus my brother's got army experience, too. So, you got a camp, or somethin'? W'all wouldn't ask us this if ya didn't have one, or at least a group.."

Daryl peered at you and the dark haired man, watching you both share a look before replying.

"Even if we did, I'm not sure if I trust you both enough to bring you guys back with us."

"And what if we don't wanna join your camp, huh, Bambi? What if we're doin' just fine out here on our own?" Merle's voice sounded out once more, trying to test the two in front of him.

Considering the look of both the men from a few feet away, they were bulky, probably strong and smart. The itch at the back of your throat told you something was off with the two, sweat-adorned foreheads and dark circles under their eyes told more about them than what met your eye.

No, these guys need us. They're exhausted and should rest.

"Listen, you just told us that you're low on food. Let us help you. I know more about people than you'd think. You guys are clearly exhausted, and need some place to rest for a while. Even if you don't want to come, I'm sure there'd be a place for you."

It's then that you turn your head to your foraging partner, his dark eyes still studying the hunters before him.

"Glenn?"

"What?" The man, now identified as Glenn, looked back over at you before speaking once more.

"They have useful skills and be good for the camp. We can't survive on Amy's berries and mushrooms for the rest of our lives. C'mon!"

"If we come back from our outing with these two random guys behind us, Shane will flip! Out!" Glenn's hands were in the air now, attempting to get his point across.

"Not when he realizes they can help us! I say we at least give them a chance.. Alright?"

Damn, he's makin' several good points and she's tryin' to show him the good in us. Haven't met anyone like that before.

"Y/n.. you're really pushing it right now, and I-"

That's your name? It suits you. Daryl' thought, his brain half caught off guard that these people seemed decent and wanted to willingly bring them back to their group.

"Glenn! Oh my god! Just listen to me for once! Please!"

They sure argue like an old married couple...

Daryl remained calm while they talked it out, while Merle on the other hand grew impatient. He never liked waiting long for anything, was always one to jump the gun before thinking rationally about every little thing. Daryl had watched his brother be overtaken by this urge ever since they were teenagers.

"Hey! I don't trust the bald guy!" Glenn whisper yelled to you.

Daryl would be lying if he didn't admit the guy's opinion of Merle made him chuckle.

"Okay, well I trust the other one. The guy with the bow. So come on already and agree with me."

Oh, she was talking about him.

She trusts me?

"Fine. But it's your ass if Shane gets mad."

Your counter was better than glenn's, in Daryl's opinion, but was still caught off guard when you admitted it.

Who's this Shane guy? Sounds like an asshole.

With a sigh, the duo's bickering finally ceased, Glenn turning to them with their fate in his hands.

"Look, we have a camp, okay? It's out by a quarry, we're all up there with a bunch of other people. Now, if you guys could provide our group with those skills you mentioned before, and help out our camp, we could see about taking you back with us. Maybe."

"What he means to say is it's alright for you to follow us to camp, I'll talk to the guy in charge and a couple other people to see how they feel about letting you two stay. Alright?" You looked to Daryl, watching as the tension in his shoulders diminished at your words.

"Yeah, we'll help out your group." Daryl's gravel voice spoke out, softer than before.

"And what about the rest of camp? Huh?" Glenn turned to you again, knowing how some people would react to this information better than others.

"Well, they're just going to have to live with the fact that I brought them two hunters who agreed to hunt for our group." You shrugged at him, wanting to let it go and head back..

"Hey hold on there, Bambi." Merle perked up at your words.

Oh God, this was either going to go really bad or even worse.

"I don't remember agreeing to work my ass off huntin' in these woods for no damn people that ain't at least feliciated my piece, if ya know what i mean." merle chuckled, a distasteful smirk on his face.

"merle.. shut up."

"nah, man. i meant what i said."

"excuse me?" you turned around, clearly offended at what his brother had said in his ever-so-snarky tone.

"Ohh boy.." Glenn just stood back and watched, not wanting to piss you off more.

"You heard me, Bambi."

You scoffed at the name he kept using, quite offended at the man before you, and his attitude. After all, you had just invited them back to camp, and he had the audacity to tell you how things were going to be?

"Listen here, baldy. I trust my friend Glenn a lot, so you should be lucky I even told you we would bring you back with us! Oh, don't worry, we'll still take you.. but if Shane doesn't want you in our camp, I'll let him deal with you instead. Have fun with that.. Now are you coming, or what? We haven't got all day." Daryl watched as you walked away, turning your head back to make sure he followed.

"C'mon, let's go." Daryl told his brother, before walking ahead to follow the two back to their camp.

Merle only scoffed, but followed anyways.

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mcfnffnafut08 · 1 year

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Yandere! Jack x Reader

I’m planning on making two different endings to this.

(Y/n) is gender natural using They/Them pronouns. The first half of this will be in First POV but it will switch to Third POV.

Hopefully people will like this :D ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK~" I banged my head on my stirring wheel feeling so dumb. I was coming back from a trip and I thought I had enough gas to get me to the next gas station. But I was wrong. So now I was stuck in the middle was somewhere, with no gas cans in the car. I looked over at my phone which was charging for almost the whole ride. Grabbing it, and turning it on, I checked to see where I was. Luckily I was right outside of my hometown. Relieved I went into my contact list and scrolled through. I came across the number I was looking for and called.

'Ring Ring. . . . . . .Ring Ring. . . .Ring Ri-' ~/o Third POV o\~

"Patty! I thought you'd be awake at this hour." On the other side, Patty was putting down her surgical equipment and picked up her phone. "(Y/n)? Aren't you still on that trip with your family?" (Y/n) lightly chuckled and sighed. "Nah. The trip had to end early due to some family issues. But I was calling cause I'm in a bit of a pickle." Patty sighed and leaned on the wall. "What happened? Do I need to get John or Jack to get you?"

"Yeah. When I was leaving the other town I thought I had enough gas to get into town. I was wrong." Patty sighed and walked out of the operating room and down a hall. On (Y/n) side, they sat quietly and they could make out Patty speaking to someone. She soon got back onto the phone. "Jack said he'll come get you." "Are they working late tonight?" Patty got back into her operating room, before replying. "Yeah. You missed quite a bit. I'll tell you when you get back." "Mk!"

(Y/n) looked back at their phone and went to Jacks number. They shared their location with him so he knew where they was. 'And now I wait.' Honestly, (Y/n) was glad it was Jack coming and not John. John probably would've lectured them on being so irresponsible. Jack however was much sweeter then John. (Y/n) looked at their phone a decided to play a few games while waiting.

After about 30 minutes, (Y/n) noticed a cop car coming down the road towards my car. They smiled knowing who it was, and once the car came to a halt next to theirs it was clear to see who it was. Jack got out of his car, and so did (Y/n). "Hey, Jack! Sorry you had to come all the way to get me." Jack chuckled and shook his head. "Nah it's all good. John however did say he was going to give you a talk."

(Y/n) groaned already hearing the lecture John was going to give them. Suddenly, (Y/n) was pulled into a hug by Jack. It was sudden but (Y/n) didn't mind. "Aww. Did you miss me?" Jack mumbled under his breath, "I never want you to leave like that again." (Y/n) didn't catch what Jack said but hugged him back. Jack tightened his grip. He missed (Y/n)s hugs, he missed their voice that wasn't just over the phone, he missed the way (Y/n) smelled, he missed how perfect their body felt against his.

(Y/n) started wiggling in Jacks arms and almost immediately Jack let them go. "You ok?" "Yeah. That hug just lasted a bit longer then I thought it would. But it's alright." Jack smiled and looked towards (Y/n)s car. He didn't bring a can of gas for. . . .reasons. "Hey, I completely forgot about the gas can. Do you wanna just get your stuff and put it into the car? I can take you home then come back and get the car." (Y/n) thought for a moment. 'That weird. Jack isn't usually the type to forget things. John is usually in that section. Ehh.' (Y/n) nodded and they went to their car.

They popped the back open so Jack could get the little luggage (Y/n) had, as they just grabbed their phone, and backpack. They looked down at their phone and noticed something. . . . .

#spooky month #spooky month jack #yandere x reader #to be continued #gender nuetral reader #what am i doing with my life #hope you like it

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punkscowardschampions · 1 year

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Janis & Casey & Jimmy Pt.7

Janis: I’d bang whatever footballer I had to if they’d pay it off for him forever, no one needs to be worrying about the money

Casey: no you wouldn’t, tah very much

Janis: it’s a bit of a weird request to bring up mid-session so you’re alright

Casey: good, don’t be

Janis: don’t be cute

Casey: don’t be making me knock out footballers mid massage, it’d look well gay

Janis: but you’ve made it sound doubly appealing now

Janis: rude

Casey: you’re rude

Janis: nope, no one’s EVER accused me of that before, soz

Casey: they’ll have a job to if they fancy it now, ‘cause you’re also mine and I’ll not have nobody accusing you of nowt

Casey: unless it’s being the fittest girl in Dublin

Janis: you still want me

Casey: more than anything

Janis: I miss you

Casey: shut up, I’ll cry in a minute

Janis: You know that’s why I couldn’t say goodbye

Janis: that and I wouldn’t be able to leave if I tried

Casey: come back

Casey: please, just come back even for a bit

Janis: Casey

Casey: it’s unfair of me, I know it is

Casey: but

Janis: it’s not that

Janis: but it’ll have to be different, we can’t, and I know we shouldn’t have in the first place but

Casey: I’ll do whatever you tell me to do

Casey: I can’t be on my own here, I can’t fucking stand it

Janis: I know, it’s not fair, it was an unfair idea from the off

Janis: we can work out another plan whenever things change again

Casey: any number of plans, it don’t matter how many

Janis: right

Janis: I’m sorry, I’ll come back

Casey: okay, I’ll be on my best behaviour

Janis: me too then

Casey: I love you

Janis: I love you too

Casey: drive as safe as I do drunk

Janis: in theory less hysterical than I was on the way here so 🤞

Casey: 😏 dunno about that

Janis: oi, you heard I was on my best behaviour

Casey: you said me too then, sounded a bit forced, to be honest, mate

Janis: what kind of mate, doubting me already

Casey: sort who knows what you’re like

Janis: hate to bang on about it but me too, like

Casey: you’re meant to be driving anyway, stop banging on about owt

Janis: alright, sod you then 🖕

Casey: you’re leaving your sister’s not your mum’s, be here before you actually fancy swearing at us

Janis: Hmm, just a good thing I didn’t get into the full details of the whole marriage breakdown or unpack my bag, ain’t it

Casey: never get a word in with him going on about his injuries

Janis: well duh, how do you think we 🎣 him in first place

Casey: What did you even pack, state of your head when you was

Janis: I’m good at it, and it was basically done before the appointment bullshit anyway

Janis: luckily, had to pull over before I went there, looking well tragic on the side of the road

Casey: oi, nah, I’m not having that, who’s good at packing

Janis: me, dickhead

Janis: all you really need is a pair and a spare but I did do a bit more than that, before you start

Casey: long as you’ve left me something to wear

Janis: only the best 👙 for you

Casey: tah

Janis: I only took 1 thing of yours, swear

Casey: what did you leave for me though

Janis: loads of stuff

Janis: broken table and chair for one

Casey: don’t count, I’ll have to fix it however much I miss you

Janis: okay, so what do you want

Casey: I’m not thinking about it

Janis: Hey, I’m nearly there

Casey: go on, tell us what you nicked

Janis: [whatever t-shirt you were wearing and would’ve taken off when you were getting ready for this day like literally out of the washing pile vibes]

Casey: and you’ve still got the 1 I gave you, yeah, said it’d be adding up, like

Janis: are you keeping count?

Casey: reminding you, and myself an’ all

Janis: I won’t forget

Casey: I’ll not let you

Janis: you promising

Casey: I get how bad you wanna break my finger, but too right, and gutted for you I’ll be keeping it

Janis: 🤏

Janis: I’ll cope

Casey: don’t doubt that

Janis: maybe you should but

Janis: 🤫

Casey: [not replying for the bants as if he’s 🤐 lol]

Janis: 😒

Casey: What’s that face for

Janis: ignoring me

Casey: best behaviour remember, I were only doing what you told me to

Janis: sounds like me

Casey: but you can’t claim being good, as you’re still not here

Janis: are you planning on making it that much of a challenge or

Casey: I should, since you love when something is

Janis: but we’ve both got other things we have to do

Casey: we do

Janis: get us a pen and paper, I’ll make a list

Casey: you’re already on your phone

Casey: and there you go reckoning you ain’t old

Janis: I’m going to stick it on the fridge, knobhead

Janis: be a bit too pointed sticking it to his forehead but I ain’t CC’ing him into anything either

Casey: you and technology, you’d send one of us the wrong thing

Janis: not gonna be sending you nothing keep on like this

Casey: believe that when I don’t see it

Janis: 💀⚰️👻 your DMs

Casey: RIP to nowt but your willpower you’re fronting you’ve got now and won’t have when you get in

Janis: I can and I will

Janis: watch

Casey: I will, there’s your first hurdle

Janis: [do pull up to this house because wouldn’t have been too far, even with driving more carefully ‘cos you’ve been blabbering]

Casey: [bringing Chubby out to meet her from the car so he’s not barking up a storm inside, that’s obviously the only reason we’re that eager, yep, not been waiting or anything]

Janis: [leaning over to give this dog all the love like oh I’m sorry, as if he has any clue who actually lives where yet because so confusing for him lmao then straightening up to give him a hug to prove you totally can but also because you just legit have to because what a time]

Casey: [watching her love upon this dog as if we’re only doing it because he said he would be watching her and not because we’re actually shamelessly checking her over how they do, it goes without saying he’s hugging her back so dramatically, even if he tried to keep it casual for a sec at first there’s just no way he isn’t then immediately clinging to her like his life depends on it in the next sec]

Janis: [‘hey’ from inside this hug which of course we need to have, it’s been a day for us all honey]

Casey: [saying it back, ofc, with all the feeling]

Janis: [breaking it enough to check you over too, likewise ofc and giving your hand a SQUEEZE like alright, we can do this, before gesturing like let’s go in]

Casey: [at least he can let her go in first because gotta manhandle Chubby back into the gaff cos he’s probably being nosey in the nosey neighbours’ front garden or something lol]

Janis: [just doing a shit lmao, get your life boy, we’re on a mission to do this better, somehow, and we’re genuinely writing a list of all the things we can do as if any of them are going to resolve this but we are trying for god’s sake; today all it’d really be is getting the house back in running order fully like okay so chores and doing a shop and all the mundane things that adults need to do and then attempting to talk to Jimmy again for us]

Casey: [I fully imagine him just already getting on with some of said chores even before she’s finished writing the list because most of them are pretty obvious, tidying up and actually properly attempting to fix the table etc]

Janis: [just doing the appreciative smile but trying to just let you get on without interrupting ‘I’m going to make tea’ ‘cos clearly we’re going to make something Jimothy likes like would you please eat this thank you; but we getting up to go upstairs first ‘cos we need to go in the loft, brushing your hand over his back like brb]

Casey: [‘have a think what you’re gonna be after from the shop’ as she goes cos obvs he will go shopping to be helpful but even more so does genuinely need to get out of this house for a minute too because it’s v quiet and he feels trapped]

Janis: [‘I’ll message you the list’ ‘cos they collate them for you now usually so by this time deffo, looking back over our shoulder like ‘cos I’m NOT old 😏]

Casey: [doing his own smirk back at her, you just know he’ll be going off list but in such a cute and thoughtful way, he’s that sort of boy]

Janis: [we love to see it honestly, also pretend that list is here lmao]

Janis: You can take my car and fill it up with petrol, another ✔️

Casey: I’ll take it through car wash as well, seeing as we’re mates

Janis: Wish you could take him, he’d not know what the fuck that was about

Janis: thanks though, be as long as you like, big Tescos a trek from here and I’ve got it for now

Casey: in a bit, Janis

Janis: 👋

Casey: [get out of here, sir, jobs to do]

Janis: [meanwhile we’re putting up an airbed/campbed moment in what I imagine was meant to be the dining room but is definitely Jimothy’s office for ourselves after having got that down because it’s a more permanent solution than stealing Bobby’s bed whilst he is not here or crashing on the sofa, also going to knock on the bedroom door but not expecting a response so will also send a message like at the same time]

Janis: I had to come back, that was me, if you’re awake

Janis: you don’t have to talk to me right now, or we can just stick to, I don’t know, but I’d like to make everything a little less fucked

Jimmy: [Definitely not an immediate reply because I doubt you were awake but not leaving you waiting hours either because that’s simply impractical for our purposes]

Jimmy: How?

Janis: I’m not saying I’m 100% but

Janis: I can definitely start by not treating you like a dickhead, for one, not running away for another

Jimmy: okay

Jimmy: What do I do?

Janis: We can trial and error but I reckon you might feel better if you can have some meals, it breaks the hours up into more bearable chunks again

Janis: what do you want to do, though, most of all

Jimmy: I wanna give Bobby a ring

Jimmy: what time’s it?

Janis: ‘course, it’s nearly tea time

Janis: I’ll make you a cuppa, actually, so you aren’t all croaky

Jimmy: and you can tell us what I look like

Janis: no problem

Janis: if you want a shower or just a quick going over, plenty of time

Janis: I’ll be up with the brew in 5, okay

Jimmy: 👍

Janis: [come on up with this tea and obviously you’ve got one too, trying not to STARE at him but also not act so nonchalant like you aren’t bothered at all because it’s not true and we don’t want to portray that ‘hey’]

Jimmy: [actually looking at her even though it’s probably not full eye contact just in her direction when she comes in, because he’s trying]

Janis: [trying not to immediately start bawling but the relief is so real, at least you can smile at him, even if you don’t wanna be too much with that either, just giving him a little hug as you lean to put this mug down on the bedside drawers]

Jimmy: [not hugging her back in any way but equally not retreating into himself or pulling away so that’s great news]

Janis: [doing a little nod, purely to herself like that’s okay, that’s good because your immediate innate response would to be like OUCH but obviously, it’s a very warranted and real reaction so you have to remind yourself, handing him his mug and picking your own back up to have a sip]

Jimmy: [holding this mug because it’s warm and comforting and also just such a natural thing to this boy because he loves tea ‘I thought-’ a pause that feels like it spans a million years but obvs doesn’t ‘you’d gone’ because watched you go, sis]

Janis: [nodding to confirm you did and that’s correct because no need for gaslighting ‘I only wanted to go to make it easier for you and-’ being unable to say and maybe that time will come, shaking our head because it’s too painful ‘I think it’s better if I stay, for now, if that’s alright…’]

Jimmy: [‘I wanted-’ because wanted and v much still do want this gal to stay, obviously, a look on his face like didn’t I say that, because everything is confusing and jumbled and what happened when, what did he say in his head and what was out loud, we’re not sure here and accidentally looking adorable about it]

Janis: [reaching your hand out but not making contact about it yet ‘you didn’t outright tell me to fuck off, but I reckoned you wouldn’t and you know I know best, yeah’ rolling our eyes at ourself like ugh but shrugging like that doesn’t matter now, seriously ‘I want to be around you, not on my own and pregnant, and I wanna see you back to your old self’]

Jimmy: [picking up her hand and drawing lots of little ? on it, unaware that he even is, really, as he tries to make sense of everything as well as remotely trying to take in what she’s saying, eventually, again after a pause that’s longer than feels right ‘what about you and the baby, are you alright?’ because realising we asked 0 about the doctor’s appointment actually]

Janis: [locking our lips and doing the pause hand gesture to ourselves like sorry, I’m going too fast and I’ll chill, drinking your tea because you haven’t talked in so long that you’re now word vomiting at him, just watching him draw these ? quietly and then looking up when he asks, doing the kind of laugh you do when you wanna happy cry but are not ‘yeah, it’s really early for-’ pointing at your stomach ‘cos still all kinds of weird about the subject ‘-but all good, far as they can tell… how are you?’ even though we know the answer isn’t going to be anything pleasant, because we’re trying to show we’re not here to kick you up the arse today]

Jimmy: [visibly breathing slightly more normally because she said she’s okay and that’s one thing to stop worrying as much about, because obvs will never stop worrying entirely, he’s just not that bitch, taking a sip of tea instead of answering though because again, not even deliberately trying to not, it’s just who he is, but eventually saying ‘how do I look?’ because not trying to scare the shit out of Bobby on this facetime, v much the opposite]

Janis: [matching your breathing to his because it’s comforting to be able to do so and not feel entirely sick, also not pushing you to say how you are, it was more to make a point of asking because we do care, we can see how you are without actually needing to be told; looking at him, properly, like you’re critiquing a piece of art ‘not bad, bit pale’ putting your arm against his like you’re comparing shades, ‘cos now isn’t the time to lie but it’s also not the time for brutal honesty about it ‘reckon if you have your tea first, let him have his’ like that’ll get a bit of colour back into you ‘we can shower but it is me here’ v much like I won’t be leaving the bathroom, so bear that in mind]

Jimmy: [‘give you chance to find out your fake tan and crack on with it’ because we all remember those bants and I simply must]

Janis: [😏 ‘ask Gracie what filters look ‘natural’ these days’ just trying to have a convo whilst you look like a Kardashian, nbd]

Jimmy: [‘if I don’t look like I’ve seen the lass who does her lip fillers I’m not doing it’ always such fun to shade Grace, soz girl]

Janis: [‘priorities’ said like you’ve got them SO right, babe, even if you are sneaking a look at his actual lips for a sec there]

Jimmy: [‘you got round to hiding the razors yet or what?’ because I’m picturing when Nico looked like a homeless hippie in peak panny d, also if we don’t have dark humour what do we have]

Janis: [‘you’ve got terrible facial hair’ ‘cos clearly y’all cannot grow beards, we’ve seen your brother, unfortunately, and we’re allowed to be rude about this like yes, you should sort that ‘encourage him to copy you again, he’ll look like a right dick’ ‘cos teenage boy bumfluff, God bless; looking faux offended ‘what kind of amateur do you take me for?’ lifting up the covers feet end like we’re checking he hasn’t got shoelaces on]

Jimmy: [‘Oi’ could be to the facial hair slander or making his feet cold or both, truly, point is, it’s being said and it’s more like his normal playful tone not as soft and sad for a sec]

Janis: [lowkey so !! but trying to be genuinely lowkey about it aka normal ‘and your hairs getting long’ gently pulling at a strand like honestly ‘gonna let me cut it’ like LOL go on]

Jimmy: [‘you can do’ so sincerely and unthinkingly because like Casey he do have them trust issues af but not with this girl and that wouldn’t have changed in his head yet because it really has not sunk in about the whole cheating thing, we know why]

Janis: [‘not as long as his, anyway’ shaking your head like no, you’ll do because can’t be going there, letting go of this strand of hair from around your finger]

Jimmy: [just being lost in Bobby related thoughts for a bit, how could you not]

Janis: [we know you so we know you are, and letting that be because you don’t need to be the chattiest of Caths out of the blue to be doing better, obvs; but we are chipping in after a while to let you know the summary of he’s all good that we’ve clearly got from mcvickers whilst he’s been there ‘be good to get him back home’ we definitely mean for you ‘cos we know it won’t be for us but that’s okay lol]

Jimmy: [drinking this tea and listening, I wanna say he remembers something like a school project or whatever that Bobby has due idk but you know the vibes, something he should’ve signed or something Bobby needed that he’s not forgotten despite everything because he’s still him despite everything, so telling her]

Janis: [just assuring him Bobby would have sorted it and it’s all under control ‘cos even if it wasn’t it isn’t important, it’s just school ‘he can tell you himself though’ reminding him like you can talk to him and ask]

Jimmy: [‘if I can get a word in about owt but the dog’ over exaggerating but we do know what bibi are like lol so it’s a fair piece of bants]

Janis: [doing an oopsie kind of shrug like you know me ‘dog never stressed no one, yeah’ full lol lol RIP Twix]

Jimmy: [‘thought it were her’ because at some point half asleep he’s defs heard Chubby and thought he was Twix because that’s just what half asleep peeps do and we know he loved her really]

Janis: [doing the sort of sad smile you do when you remember her ‘he’s not as bad at pissing everywhere, be glad to know’ looking to the door you’ve clearly closed ‘you want me to get him?’ like do you wanna meet this man because why not, he’s just bumbling somewhere lol]

Jimmy: [‘comes from having none of Ian’s shoes about to aim in’ because Twix hated that man and we stan, following her gaze to the door ‘you tell me’ like am I gonna hate this dog too, as if you ever hated Twix you liar and fraud]

Janis: [‘I’ll go nick some’ with more seriousness than the claim requires because we all know you would shamelessly, even though you are an adult lady now lmao, getting up to open the door and shout for this pup, turning back like oh please ‘Gonna get Libi one too but shh’ like mwahahaha as Chubby is bounding up the stairs like an elephant to come get you like oh hello new friend]

Jimmy: [when he’s a gorgeous giant baby and absolutely jumping on this bed and licking Jimothy’s face immediately so how could he not genuinely smile and give Chubby love, breaking my heart a little bit]

Janis: [just watching Chubby work his magic from the doorway so genuinely happily for this moment, just giving him praise and love too whenever he acknowledges her like yes good boy]

Jimmy: [we all know he’s gonna put his head in Jimothy’s lap once the initial excitement of meeting him is over because dogs know when you are sad and I’m not okay]

Janis: [coming back in and giving his giant head a little pat because oh Chubby ‘see’ gently like you love him and he loves you]

Jimmy: [after however long of just gently loving this dog ‘How’s this one look like you an’ all?’ part bants but part a genuine question, looking from this dog to her because he knows there’s something but he can’t place why, doing the pisstakey finger measurement against their heads like oh is it because you’re both big heads but shaking his own like nope]

Janis: [😲 and pushing him a little like how DARE you but obviously we love to see it, putting your head beside Chubby’s like there is no comparison actually, can’t you see, which is a bit of a whoops move on your part but recover like your head wasn’t just in his lap there too, only slightly flushed ‘his eyes’ nodding at him like see]

Jimmy: [actually making eye contact and keeping it because gotta look at your eyes, soz, not at all romantic af or upsetting me because he hasn’t looked at this dog’s again to check, just purely looking at her here]

Janis: [maintaining it because we don’t want it to be a thing that we cannot or something ‘you can say it’ with a sigh ‘his are better’ like I shall accept, because if you don’t at least try and joke, you’re just staring back at him too]

Jimmy: [‘I can’t’ soz for the accidental shade there Chubby, you do have beautiful eyes too sir but]

Janis: [you have to be the one to look down, have some decorum, girl, even if you’re still 😳 ‘hurt his feelings’ mumbled like Chubby is sat here like in front of my salad]

Jimmy: [giving this dog some more love in a soz mate kind of manner but we all know damn well he’s looking at her still after the briefest of initial look downs at Chubby]

Janis: [ahh, everything is so confusing and you know you have NO right to do or say anything about this right now because that isn’t fair but as if your feelings are gonna just turn off like that to nothing, obviously not]

Jimmy: [we all also know he’s playing with her hair rn, I cannot stop him ‘I’m sorry I hurt yours’ because we are, much more sincerely than those words could ever suggest]

Janis: [‘me too’ because we really are, and it’s good for you to be able to say that to each other, even if this is very !! ‘really sorry’]

Jimmy: [‘I’m so, so fucking sorry’ it sounds like he’s just trying to outdo you here but there are no bants or competitiveness detected rn we’re just !! and very sad]

Janis: [breaking on this ‘me too’ but not in the absolute hopeless, I have 0 idea what I’m doing or how to solve this manner of before of being purely terrified for you and ourself but just because it’s fucking sad, lads, reaching out like can we hug this time please and thanks]

Jimmy: [do even though he’s for sure crying and I want to]

Janis: [Chubby will be unhelpfully kissing y’all but also cockblocking y’all from doing so so thanks for that because you would]

Jimmy: [he so nearly did and my heart cannot take it sir so don’t]

Janis: [you seriously can’t girl, you know what you’ve done, I will slut shame you, dry your eyes like fucking hell ‘won’t be saying hello now’ like the state of me]

Jimmy: [‘be having to ring Gracie first if we keep on’ like give us your puffy eye after crying tips please]

Janis: [a noise that is just like GOD NO ‘anything but that’ wiping his eyes, not softly but like bants roughly like let’s sort this now then]

Jimmy: [‘there’s the one other way to go about it’ in a thank god for that kind of way, and moving to try and get up, despite the loaf that is Chubby not really helping, like I’ll go shower or whatever and everything will be fine, no Grace necessary]

Janis: [moving Chubby like excuse me sir, please cease and desist ‘you alright for…’ ‘cos do you want me to come help or nah but saying that feels awkward to just say like that]

Jimmy: [‘only really the one way to find that out, an’ all’ cos I’m gonna go and let him try and do this but then probably have him message her in a sec like actually help, because that feels like progress but also realistic for where we are]

Janis: [nod and get more comfortable on this bed, giving Chubby some attention like you must stay here and not follow too, thank you but gesturing at her phone and the general proximity to the bathroom ‘cos we’d hear if you needed us if it was an emergency, not to be dramatic]

Jimmy: It’s no use

Jimmy: I can’t

Janis: No worries, I’m gonna come in now, see how much we can get done together

Janis: [because not going to just bowl in like oh hi but also don’t want to leave you any sort of time so we’re doing a little knock and coming in back first so you can sort yourself however much you feel comfortable to]

Jimmy: [when you’re just here like you’re in someone else’s house and don’t know how the shower works or what to do]

Janis: [taking off any heavier layers of clothing so the stuff you do get wet isn’t weighing you down or making you v uncomfortable but you don’t have to fully strip off like you’re trying to make a move on him ‘shower?’ like you can have a bath if you think that’d be easier]

Jimmy: [getting in said bath rn even though it’s clearly got no water in it like we’re testing to see if we can and that will work, bringing back so many bad mems to all the times he was injured, thanks for that Ian, because truly how it feels, everything is so difficult]

Janis: [‘good practice’ without really thinking about what you’re saying ‘cos have to bath the baby, of course ‘don’t want you getting wedged’ like he’s massive for the bants but really it’s like yeah, probably easier to get you out of the shower, so putting your hand out like come on, let’s do that instead ‘you had it right’ like that was my stupid idea, gently and chill as either of you could be in this moment]

Jimmy: [looking at her stomach for the first time since I think he did when pregnancy test reveal, because you’ve bathed baby Bobby we all know you have, sir, when that handhold is as life depends on it as the jc hug was earlier and I’m FINE]

Janis: [when you know he’s looking at your stomach ‘cos spidey sense, even though you’re very much just trying to focus on getting him in the shower in the most comfortable way for him, which is probably leant against the wall or sat against it, either or, getting in with him so you can pass him the soap etc and direct said shower at him, very casual, nbd at all that we’re still holding hands]

Jimmy: [they’re doing an us, he’s me and she’s you]

Janis: [truly, ‘cept she’s half-clothed which would be something you could be like lol what are we like about]

Jimmy: [I like to think he’d at least try to take some part of said clothes off her when he realises, not remotely in a suggestive way but yeah like what are you doing, you don’t need these, how successful he would be is debatable in this state but the attempt is there]

Janis: [‘they’re wet now’ like it don’t matter vibes but at least stripping down to your bra and pants like alright, there we go, spritzing him in the face for a sec for the bants like okay let’s start there]

Jimmy: [thank god that would distract him and then he’d be focused on actually trying to shower and get clean which would feel like an impossible task because we don’t need him looking at her bruised af body and shutting down again]

Janis: [again, another mistake on your part, clearly not thinking clearly are we, thank god that it’s steamy and we’re both trying to make this as effective as possible like let’s get you feeling fresh because it does help]

Jimmy: [it really does, as will eating something, however much he actually manages to]

Janis: [at least when it comes time to get him out you can wrap a towel around yourself too and get those out of view before either of you realises and wants to die, directing you to the sink ‘cos have to shave your face ‘won’t have any arguments’ like we cannot stand your facial hair that hard]

Jimmy: [the way he’d be trying to do this without having to look at himself a single time in the mirror, same boy, and it’s heartbreaking, thank you, please take over so he doesn’t cut himself gal]

Janis: [we clearly will, just putting our hand over yours like nay nay ‘won’t leave a Hitler tache’ crossing the fingers on our other hand directly in view like hohaha but then focusing on cleaning you up, soz it’s an intimate task but needs must]

Jimmy: [not me thinking about him teaching both his brothers how to shave, because is Ian going to, no, cheers for that brain, if I’m thinking about it Jimothy definitely is and the Casey of it all really hurts]

Janis: [nope, none of this is okay, respectfully get this done as quickly as you can miss, like to think we’ve brought your clean clothes in here because our plan is to see if you’ll go in a different room for a change of scenery too ‘best light this time of day is in your office’ because you would need good light to be able to sign and the implication you’ve been doing work is better than hi I’m in bed, which we assume you’ll pick up on too]

Jimmy: [doing the photographer camera hands without even thinking about it because that’s what good lighting brings to mind, like he’s gonna take a picture of her rn, because how often that’s been a thing]

Janis: [nodding like yeah, exactly, even if you’re only making eye contact via a steamed up mirror rn, pretending you’re looking at some stray eyebrow hair or whatever on your face]

Jimmy: [I’m so glad Chubby will be waiting impatiently for y’all and that’ll hurry you along because that gesture of his made me nearly cry for some reason, I am not okay, lads]

Janis: [just whining at the door how pups do ‘popular’ like he misses you, sir, giving him a hand with his t-shirt without taking over]

Jimmy: [it’s the quiet ‘you’ for me and the therefore stated obvious fact that Chubby misses her actually because she’s been living a life that he’s only been vaguely overhearing that’s really upsetting me rn]

Janis: [shaking your head a little too insistently like no he wants you actually like we don’t have to address the rest of what that does and could mean this way ‘I’m making you [his fave], Bobby’ll be gutted’ ‘cos I’m sure it’s likewise your fave sir]

Jimmy: [when you on autopilot say ‘you’ll have to make it to welcome him home’ without thinking or wanting to have to think about when that’ll be or if she’ll even be here or if she is what a normal cosy fam meal that won’t be, but then of course you are]

Janis: [‘if you want it that many times on the trot’ like he’ll be home that soon because that’s the plan in our head and it also is like so you don’t need to be thinking all the things I know you are]

Jimmy: [soz he’s too in his head and those horrible thoughts to acknowledge what you did there, but I see it hun]

Janis: [‘do you want a bit of time whilst I go make it?’ putting a hand on his shoulder to use some physicality without being like hey look at me and listen too aggressively]

Jimmy: [‘what?’ because he’s far away and did not hear you but he felt that]

Janis: [‘where am I steering you?’ and putting your other hand on his other shoulder and standing behind him like lead the way then]

Jimmy: [‘where are you going?’ because he feels like if he doesn’t stay near her he’ll just fully disappear into his own head and be back at square one and we all want this phonecall to actually happen]

Janis: [an okay then sort of confirmation noise ‘kitchen it is’ and coming to walk more naturally beside you rather than lowkey pushing you like we’ve got this, you’re all good]

Jimmy: [reaching for her hand again because I can just about stop y’all kissing but not the handholding]

Janis: [you can definitely handhold, it’s allowed, get in this kitchen ‘right, put the radio on’ at him like you’re head chef in this moment as you’re getting the ingredients you need out]

Jimmy: [I’ve never been happier that I made sure your brother fixed that kitchen table than I am in this moment, put the radio on, boy, if nothing else you’ve always loved your bops]

Janis: [just letting you chill and have your bops, ‘cos clearly this is something we’ve made a million times and isn’t anything fancy pants ‘cos none of you are, singing and humming along when we wanna, even if it’s somewhat forced ‘cos we’re not that relaxed but we are trying to get into this ‘new normal��]

Jimmy: [it’ll be so northern, there’ll be gravy involved and probably pie lol, because everything starts as bants, we know that, but now it’s your genuine fave]

Janis: [who doesn’t love pastry and gravy tbh, glad you’re also making enough noise that Casey isn’t going to just walk into the kitchen but she probs needs to send a little like, btw, message too]

Janis: Alright, managed to get in the kitchen with him to make this tea so if you’re done before we are, could you leave the bags in the hall? The slower we take it, the better, do you think?

Casey: Top idea, long as you keep the dog out of them til they can get put away

Janis: No problem, he’s got a new bed to crash in currently

Casey: gutted he’ll probably not fancy pissing off out to the pub with us, I’ll go on my own then, like

Janis: Sure he’ll hear you come back and be up for it

Janis: should I save you some then or you rather have pub grub

Casey: you’re alright, don’t know how late I’ll have to stay, do we

Janis: Potentially not, he’s going to call Bobby after in his office though, I’ll let you know?

Casey: back with the shopping in a minute anyway if there’s owt you’re hanging on for as far as making tea goes

Janis: it won’t be this the whole time, one step after another

Janis: see you in a sec then

Casey: still technically a roof over my head, what more could I be after

Janis: we’ll work it out, what does and don’t

Casey: [just come back and put these shopping bags down as near to silently as you can before sneaking out again, obviously Chubby will hear him even if Jimothy and/or Janis do not and I’ll let him go with you because it breaks my heart to think about this boy sitting in the pub alone otherwise]

Janis: [there’s no way you’re ever going to all be able to just be in the same room, not like this but at the minute there isn’t another option so do what you can guys, I like the think we tried to catch you when we went to get whatever ingredient we needed but perhaps we missed you]

Casey: [that’s cinematic and so real of you, boo]

Janis: [just come back in and finish making this dinner so it can go in the oven, the smell of will also be v comforting, can make him another cup of tea whilst you wait for it to be ready]

Jimmy: [I just picture him drawing, not literally on her list but on the pad of paper it came from and with that pen, and even that makes me emosh cos what are you doodling sir]

Janis: [we love that for you though because more like yourself, the temptation to be nosey but also do you wanna know, potentially not]

Jimmy: [I hope you’ve drawn Chubby and not something fucking heartbreaking, but honestly, who can say, technically me but you know]

Janis: [we don’t need to know honey, passing him cutlery like you need to set the table for the two of yous]

Jimmy: [do that please]

Janis: [dish this food up and clearly have extra because most things feed a family but that’s fine ‘cos you can have leftovers ready for him which will be easy to heat and eat, get cold drinks as well and turn the music down a little bit but still leaving it on]

Jimmy: [a not at all casual meal being had, we’re all fine about it]

Janis: [the fact we’re going to have to get the fridge and freezer stuff away before we sit down, like it’s just appeared lol]

Jimmy: [you’re welcome for it being winter instead of in the middle of a heatwave so you could leave it til he’s on this phonecall if you wanted and it’d be okay, slightly less awkward]

Janis: [we’re already making concessions by not letting him come in and be in the same room right now, we don’t need to pretend that he hasn’t done the shopping when he has so it’s what it is]

Jimmy: [my boo says we can’t all pretend he doesn’t exist and she’s so right for it]

Janis: [are we making a point? Yes, but we’re not being cruel about it this time so you know, progress, obviously living together isn’t going to be a viable option long-term but as that convo hasn’t been had yet, and on some level you know he’s here and has been helping you, at least because she told you so like, soz it’s better that you address it in whichever way you’re gonna have to eventually]

Jimmy: [I love to see it, it’s important, as much as Jimothy is within his rights to act like this rn and honestly forever if he wants because of how y’all behaved, it’s simply not feasible when you do live together rn and Casey is literally taking care of him]

Janis: [literally, like if you want him to leave, which is understandable, you still have to say it and you haven’t]

Jimmy: [mhmm, that convo is gonna be horrific when it finally happens but you can’t just not have it ever]

Janis: [no one is saying this isn’t weird but like there’s no right way to deal with it, they couldn’t just leave you how you were, that wouldn’t be any fairer than what has happened]

Jimmy: [you’d have to really not care to do that and neither of jc are those bitches]

Janis: [you might think they don’t care, understandably so, but we know they both do and so do you about both of them, otherwise none of this would be as fucking sad, it’s the point lol]

Jimmy: [what a web that bitch Winnie has weaved, but I’m so glad he’ll have eaten something, if only not to look like death on this facetime but regardless, I’m happy about it]

Janis: [it’s a big step and we’re buzzing, trying to keep this a casual silence more than awkward as much as that’s possible but we don’t wanna stop it being weird by asking you pointless questions when we’d rather you just enjoyed your food]

Jimmy: [the definition of walking on eggshells because she wouldn’t wanna say the wrong thing and send him backwards]

Janis: [mhmm, we just need to get to this phonecall ‘cos we know facing the reality of Bobby also still existing will also help you endlessly so we must get there however]

Jimmy: [agreed, get in that office and speak to your little brother even though you have no clue what the hell you’re gonna say clearly, will have to walk him there gal as if he doesn’t know his way around his own house, but more handholding can never be a negative]

Janis: [unintentional but at least you will also see our bed setup so you know we’re also trying there, even if you don’t know you’ve taken that in, get him set up in his chair and put the desk lamp on so it’s all cosy, giving his face a once over like let’s check you aren’t covered in gravy boy ‘all good?’]

Jimmy: [‘What’ll I say?’ so quiet because it’s to himself as much as it is to her, because v lost on how to handle this, which is another level of heartbreaking in itself because he always knows what he’s doing as far as Bobby’s concerned, even when he was shamelessly a kid out of his depth]

Janis: [propping yourself on the side of the desk for a sec here ‘well, he’ll probably ask what’s going on, you’ll wanna work out what you want to say or don't there’ ‘cos true, what else would he ask ‘but then it’ll just be wanting to know how you are, when he can come back, probably… ask him what school’s been like, what him and Libs have been up to’ just trying to give you the basic rundown without roleplaying this through with you beforehand]

Jimmy: [‘I’ve left it ages’ with hardcore I fucked up energy because shutting Bobby out is just not something he’s ever done before this and we know how freaked out and confused he will be and we hate it]

Janis: [shaking your head ‘it only feels long to us’ ‘cos it actually isn’t out of the thick of it, I think like three days, maybe? But don’t quote me lol]

Jimmy: [nodding because he has to trust her on this, he has literally no concept of time rn because he’s been sleeping so much and nothing has had any structure]

Janis: [biting our lip ‘you could just say we’ve been having problems, he’ll know that means don’t ask for more info right now?’ ‘cos we know you wouldn’t know where to begin with that and how else can you really explain without doing so ‘say what you want though’ ‘cos not being like you cannot say obvs]

Jimmy: [doing the sign for problems like he’s trying it out because we’re forever just trying to play catch up on processing anything rn, like yeah okay]

Janis: [nodding like okay, good, he didn’t take that horrifically, using his shoulder to pull ourselves up and towards the door ‘I’ll be out here’ literally pointing to the sofas so it goes in, like if you do need me but also this convo is for you so we aren’t going to butt in]

Jimmy: [reaching out and giving her hand a squeeze because don’t want her to go but she has to or y’all will just sit here and time will pass and this convo that needs to happen won’t]

Janis: [giving it a squeeze back ‘he’ll want to talk to you’ like Bobby won’t have been worrying about us, this is for you, boy]

Jimmy: [‘and you’ll be out there?’ like she has to promise because the fear that she just suddenly won’t]

Janis: [‘right there’ with the I promise being in the tone, giving her suitcase a little kick like see, I’m staying ‘set up camp, haven’t I’]

Jimmy: [his face is 🥺 af @ her but actually calling so there’s no backing out and he’s allowing her to leave before this call connects]

Janis: [giving his cheek a kiss ‘you’ve got this’ and making your exit, you’re not going to be able to fully relax, lowkey just here trying to guess how it’s going in there, but at least you’ve got some time to just be by yourself]

Jimmy: [the torture of not being able to overhear anything because they aren’t speaking, my nosey ass would hate that]

Janis: [honestly lmao, at least the fact that he hasn’t just come out or called for you or anything means they probably are in fact having the phone call so that’s something, I will now send Casey an update text in this time]

Janis: They’re on the phone, can’t tell how it’s going, obviously but yeah, another step

Casey: He didn’t cry off instead of ringing, it’ll do

Janis: I couldn’t take the piss, it’s going to be shit but nah, deffo called him, I saw that far

Casey: our kid’d be turning up to have the convo if he left it much longer, in fairness

Janis: yeah, exactly, this is easier on him

Janis: like you said before, that could backfire, bringing Bob back if Jimmy’s not ready

Casey: they’ll be ages, you’ll wanna get that shopping away

Janis: Already did

Janis: how rude of me to let your quality picks wilt in the hall, like

Casey: you’re alright, some lass with a name badge did most the work

Janis: 😏 fact I’m not a slacker remains, dickhead

Casey: how else were I gonna change the subject though, like

Janis: didn’t know awkward conversation was catching

Casey: I dunno when I was last sober for this long, must be why it’s awkward

Janis: He’s sorted and I’m here now, you can have tonight

Casey: I’m not my dad, can’t be getting off my face on my own

Janis: not a great look

Janis: but you’re not in a room with the curtains closed and your fly open

Janis: you always make friends wherever you go, right

Casey: when I’m in the mood, maybe

Janis: fair, I wouldn’t be, even if I could

Casey: stay here and I’ll only start on someone

Janis: You can come back

Janis: not that I can offer that that’s gonna feel any better but just so you know

Casey: and put myself where, in my room with the door closed

Janis: I did say, wasn’t promising fun

Janis: but you live here too, ‘til he wants to say otherwise, that’s how it is

Casey: you’ve covered yourself, girl, don’t worry, no dickhead can say I don’t get it

Casey: but fuck it, I’ll take the dog another walk

Janis: There’s no point pretending you don’t exist, that isn’t how we resolve this

Casey: it ain’t up to me, I wronged him by fucking his missus, I don’t get no say in how he fancies treating us after

Janis: fine, enjoy your walk

Casey: no need to give me that

Janis: what

Casey: you know what

Janis: I meant it, however insincere it feels when you’re exiled out on another one

Casey: alright

Janis: no it’s not, because look what happens, you two don’t acknowledge each other, again, and I’m the fucking go-between, again

Janis: this is ridiculous

Casey: It is, yeah, but I fucking guarantee you don’t want us to force him to acknowledge me, ‘cause what happens then’ll undo whatever is at the minute

Janis: I’m just sick of this

Casey: you reckon I’m not

Casey: I’d be chuffed to bits to have it out with him, least I would til all that bloody comes from it is he’s back in bed on mute

Janis: I can’t do any of this like a normal fucking person would because he hasn’t

Janis: I should be skulking somewhere in shame, not trying to fix the mess I made for him

Casey: I can’t keep on asking you to do the bollocks you did today again just ‘cause I wanna give him a smack hard enough to snap him out of all this

Janis: We haven’t got a choice though, we both know that

Janis: not one we can stomach, even if this is just… bullshit

Casey: I’ve got the choice to hit a different dickhead and not set him back to the start, nowt else

Janis: I can’t judge you for it

Janis: at best I could do some fucked up kind of jealousy but I’m just glad for you, really

Casey: I’ll try not to go to that place in my head where I can’t remember, that way you can have the retelling and less to be jealous about

Janis: you’ve got better self-control than you reckon, or you would’ve gone for him the second we got back

Janis: I know you’ll know when to stop, you’re not allowed to piss off to prison without me

Casey: be like kicking the dog is why, or waiting for you to have your kid and slapping that

Janis: well you waited a whole decade to touch me so my point is still true

Janis: if you wanna smack someone, I’m not worried about you, not just because you made it sound hot, alright

Casey: you know what I really want, and that it’s none of this

Janis: of course I do

Casey: I can’t hack a decade of this sort of waiting

Janis: it won’t be

Janis: barely made it the first time ‘round

Casey: I’ve been so fucking worried about you

Janis: I’m sorry, I wanted to talk to you, way more than I let myself but

Janis: I just want this part over so badly

Casey: I’m so fucking proud of you too, you did it, you got him up and talking to Bob

Janis: he ate too

Janis: I just wish he got that you were helping too, not just me but

Janis: I know that’s not what we wanna focus on, just getting him functional, that’s all

Casey: there’s no changing habits that old, but you’re right, it don’t matter, I’ll live

Janis: I’ll tell him one day, when we’re at that screaming phase, I guess

Casey: they need me to be what dad’s never gonna, it’s alright, he’s not about or bothered enough, I get it

Janis: it ain’t when you’re not him

Casey: to them I am, it’s all the same

Janis: I’ll be whatever new role they want me in too

Janis: that is what it is

Casey: as long as it don’t change things between me and you, I don’t care

Janis: you know me, I know you

Janis: I’m not interested in the fantasy I can’t live up to

Casey: I can chuck you loads better fantasies

Janis: yeah, no challenge there

Casey: only challenge is in the no touching now

Janis: you had to remind me, like I don’t already miss you

Casey: you never stuck your head out into the hall, can’t miss us that bad

Janis: Um yes I did

Janis: you must’ve run out like there was a rocket up you

Casey: I had to, how bad I miss you, I’d have lost as soon as, else

Janis: hard to see how it’d feel like losing rn

Casey: he’s on a call, we could be an’ all, it’s not breaking no rules, couldn’t touch you if I wanted to

Janis: I’m meant to be waiting outside in case he needs anything though

Casey: you are and you still can do

Janis: we could sign too, or do you want to talk to me?

Casey: hearing your voice means having to keep on waiting til you’ve stopped needing to for him and I can’t

Janis: then facetime me now

Casey: [do obvs and just be STARING at her for a full minute]

Janis: [I don’t know how you don’t speak when you can, it’s very unnatural and a totally different vibe to literally not being capable but anyway, of course we’re STARING back, even if that also includes checking you over and trying to work out where you are based on the limited background etc]

Casey: [100% checking her over too because any number of heartbreaking or horrible things could have happened whilst this JJ time was occurring so need to make sure she’s okay, fully showing her all of him like she’s looking him up and down, because clearly you haven’t gotten in a fight yet but it was close and she knows that]

Janis: [do the same but by getting well in your face to show you’ve not been having a total meltdown this whole time screaming crying throwing up like I’m okay, promise; as we know this whole time you’re signing unless otherwise stated at any point so I won’t say so after this because redundant ‘hey you’]

Casey: [doing SUCH a deep breath that Jimothy won’t hear because he’s booked and busy but she will because so relieved you’re okay and calming down as a result and we need you to know it, likewise putting Chubby on so he can sniff and lick the screen like it’s a hey back from both of us over here]

Janis: [doing your own intake of breath with a smile because just that pleased to see you, as well as this dog too, of course ‘how many treats did you wanna buy him?’ ‘cos tell me I’m wrong, you can’t]

Casey: [counting off on his fingers to 10 and then holding them up over and over like we’re saying oh hundreds obvs]

Janis: [‘nerd’ with all the affection ever]

Casey: [an unnecessarily big pout just to do it, we all know you aren’t remotely that heartbroken or offended, sir]

Janis: [pulling your own with your finger and thumb like if I was there, sir]

Casey: [biting his lip v dramatically like 1. Yes I know that’s what you’d be doing and 2. Because need to in order to not make a sound thinking about it]

Janis: [copying you for the same reasons as well as just to do it ‘don’t get too many bruises on your face’ like if you get in a fight]

Casey: [‘don’t you wanna kiss them better for me?’ like surely I should get all the bruises so you can]

Janis: [‘maybe I’ll be too jealous’ like of someone else giving you any kind of bruises, shrugging like I don’t know yet]

Casey: [‘piss easy to not let them get up after the first bruise I give out, but it’ll be over right quick’ because do you want that or do you want a story you can live vicariously through]

Janis: [pausing like we’re thinking ‘I want you back as soon as you can be here without being stuck in your room’]

Casey: [‘I’ll come back soon as you tell me to, wherever that means I have to be’]

Janis: [‘it’ll be worse if you’re here and I can’t see you’ like no neither of us wants that]

Casey: [STARING at her again because true]

Janis: [‘being in the kitchen was…’ no need to finish because we all know how confusing that would be on your feelings]

Casey: [‘the table leg stay on?’ because we’re all thinking it, he’s not a DIY expert it could have so easily not]

Janis: [doing a really little laugh that is more just the exhale of it but you can tell it would be if we could ‘thank god’ because imagine]

Casey: [‘still, probably a massive pisstake to ask you to get on it for us now’ because you know damn well he wants that to happen]

Janis: [LOOKING over at the kitchen area ‘cos of course we want to ‘I’m bound to the sofa’ panning to show you’re attempting to chill here ‘cos you promised not to go]

Casey: [when you can tell by his face he’s reliving all their saucy mems on that sofa, can’t not]

Janis: [watching his face with heart eyes and a smirk ‘could be worse’ like at least I’m not somewhere we have yet to bang lmao]

Casey: [showing around her wherever he is like yep it could, because definitely just was randomly walking away from the pub with no destination in mind except not the direction of home]

Janis: [do your own pout even though you mean it way more sincerely than he did earlier]

Casey: [running his thumb over his own bottom lip so slowly and deliberately because would be to you if he could hun]

Janis: [closing your eyes, just for a sec, so you can really try and imagine it’s happening to you]

Casey: [putting said thumb into his mouth because he knows she would and we gotta get the sensations of if she was biting or sucking it happening here, quiet as we have to be with it]

Janis: [back to STARING and copying for us ‘yours feels different’ very much unimpressed like I prefer it when it’s you thank you]

Casey: [‘yeah’ because hard agree it’s better when you do this]

Janis: [‘you look really good doing it though’ like that’s a pretty good consolation, considering]

Casey: [‘you too’ because it’s true and we’re gonna say it ‘you look really fucking good right now’ like full stop and regardless of what you’re doing or not doing]

Janis: [‘I think you’ll look even better when you win your fight’]

Casey: [‘I’ll feel better and so will you, baby’ with the energy of we’ll make sure you also feel all the good things we will]

Janis: [‘I want that for you’ because really do, soz not soz everyone]

Casey: [‘what are you after for yourself?’ like tell me exactly how you’d want this fight to play out if you could kick someone’s head in rn and I’ll try to give you it]

Janis: [‘any twat you won’t have to think twice about hurting’ ‘cos don’t need to give you any guilt with this release of pent up frustration and emotions, then just be vivid and v descriptive about all the enjoyable parts of fights you can remember and what you are imagining rn, you get the idea]

Casey: [it’s weird flirting and he’s into it, that would be blatant as he’s listening to this and then chipping in his own ideas and suggestions]

Janis: [we know you both are, to an inconvenient degree at this point, being so !! with how enthusiastically we’re signing and our eyes, always]

Casey: [likewise as !! of course, lowkey breathing too loud but it could be a lot worse, we know what this boy is like]

Janis: [‘you called me baby’ so happily, as if we just noticed ‘cos lowkey too wrapped up in this]

Casey: [‘you know you’re my baby’ like of course I did and I’ll do it again, have clearly never signed that before in your life have you, boy, because who else are you calling baby that understands sign language]

Janis: [‘I miss you so much it hurts’ like actually cannot deal with this]

Casey: [‘where?’ as if he can kiss it better rn immediately ‘show me’]

Janis: [‘you know where’ 😳 ‘cos can’t exactly show you that right now]

Casey: [genuine 🥺]

Janis: [‘you’ve given me loads to think about, I can show you in a bit’ like whenever we’re not stuck outside this door and can steal enough privacy to]

Casey: [making the sign for ILY which is literally 🤟 but making it obvious af that we’d be touching you like that rn in the most suggestive manner if we could like I’d show you]

Janis: [doing it back with a ? look almost as if you’re saying like this? moving said hand down like okay]

Casey: [nodding encouragingly like yes exactly]

Janis: [even if we’re not being as indecent as we could be/you would be, we’re doing enough to make us have to silent gasp at you]

Casey: [SO about it]

Janis: [‘YOUR baby’ like we’re * ourself because you said that after and even better]

Casey: [‘mine’ but spelling it out each letter in fingerspelling for the pure emphasis and !! instead of just doing the sign whatever that is]

Janis: [doing ‘yours’ back in the same manner]

Casey: [‘don’t stop, I’ll never stop loving you or showing you how much’ as if she can just keep touching herself with a ILY hand and stay silent]

Janis: [nodding so seriously as if you can too like okay]

Casey: [what an impossible challenge you’ve set sir, just LOOKING at her, obvs]

Janis: [at least you have more practice than him with this because you would have to when you were shamelessly thinking about him]

Casey: [mouthing ‘more’ at her because who is he if he doesn’t encourage her to go harder despite the danger]

Janis: [‘you’re so-’ with our lazy one-handed signing, of course, because we are]

Casey: [‘you’ with all the !! he can put into that]

Janis: [the way our face is looking so indecent because can do everything but let the sound follow ‘I’m bad at this’ obviously not meaning this lol but leaving you the hell alone]

Casey: [could not be watching her face more intensely rn to the point he has to ask her to say what she said again because totally missed it]

Janis: [😏 about this but do repeat it]

Casey: [smiling like yeah you are and we couldn’t be happier about it]

Janis: [fake pouting]

Casey: [‘seeing you like that is gonna make us have to for real’ like gal I know you’re faking it but I really will pout at not being there rn if you don’t stop it]

Janis: [‘you can look away’ like you cannot and we know it]

Casey: [shaking his head because he knows he cannot too ‘but you could pretend I’m stood there’ gesturing to the arm of the sofa like let’s pretend that’s me]

Janis: [pointing to the same spot like here? And nuzzling our face like okay, first things first]

Casey: [closing his eyes for a sec how she did before cos really trying to feel that]

Janis: [after wuggling on this sofa arm for a minute, blatantly gonna straddle it, even if it makes us make a noise, it’ll still be quiet enough to just be you living life out here so it’s FINE]

Casey: [can’t help doing a GASP at the noise she made but it’s v quiet too so also FINE]

Janis: [when it’s like it’s actually him with these reactions so you’re going harder ‘can you feel that?’]

Casey: [biting his hand because yes he can and gotta not be noisy about it]

Janis: [would like to point out that she’s still just wearing her underwear and a towel ‘cos didn’t take the time to dress herself ‘cos too much else to be doing so there’s that ‘I can imagine what that feels like exactly’ ‘cos how many times he’s bitten you at this point]

Casey: [thanks for pointing that out because I didn’t even think about it and how iconic, meanwhile he has all the clothes on cos outside frankly god knows where but nevertheless using something in this random location as a makeshift her too and being like ‘what about this?’ cos can you feel how extra he’s being, we know you can]

Janis: [yes I realised when she was making that dinner but could hardly be like oh brb whilst I change ‘cos what’s the point, just keep on going gal lol; mouthing his name at him because we truly can’t deal at this point]

Casey: [mouthing her name back at her too, he’s gotta, no notes]

Janis: [‘I want-’ can’t finish it]

Casey: [‘anything’ meaning whatever it is you can have it]

Janis: [‘spoiled’ @ ourselves like ugh but we’re incapable of being fully mad in this moment unless we chill with what we’re doing]

Casey: [‘tell me’ because wanna know so we can give you it]

Janis: [hiding your face in your hair for a sec, lowkey biting on it because gotta stay quiet however ‘show me you’]

Casey: [when a quiet moan escapes despite his best efforts because her biting her hair would really get to him like that, soz not soz everyone, but there’s no hesitation in giving her what she wants regardless]

Janis: [soz that if anything you gonna need more hair in your mouth now ‘cos you’re fully !! first at his lil moan and then at the obvious ‘mine’ with the fingerspelling again]

Casey: [holding his own throat to try and shut himself up and because can’t not when she’s got even more hair in her mouth now, he’s dying about it]

Janis: [copying him isn’t a good idea ‘cos that makes you feral but have to at least for a moment here, even if we quickly realise who we are lol]

Casey: [you’d definitely have the same realisation that it’s making things worse not better in terms of trying to not be feral af, the shakiest breath of all time when he lets go, realistically at the same time as her because they love to mirror]

Janis: [just LOOKING at him because how do we feel like this when we’re so limited with what we can do rn]

Casey: [LOOKING back at her ‘I-’ mouthed but almost whispered because we’re overwhelmed]

Janis: [pushing your hair back out of your face because it’s a mess and your face is too red and you need to cool down, literally ‘I know, baby’]

Casey: [stroking his own face how he would hers because his hands are cold from being wherever the hell he is outside]

Janis: [again closing our eyes to imagine it properly, doing some big breaths]

Casey: [always has water for Chubby so getting that and drinking some of it, indecently of course, so it’s not gonna help either of you that much, but anyway lol]

Janis: [lay back down in a more normal less suspect position on this sofa, still glued to watching you though ‘cos we don’t wanna be done but we did need to calm down there]

Casey: [gesturing that she should get the blanket and some cushions as if this is just casual chilling time but there’s blatantly the you can pretend I’m there snuggling you of it]

Janis: [do that, lowkey making yourself a pregnancy pillow vibe with these cushions so you can have it between your legs in a more chill way ‘I miss you’]

Casey: [‘I’m right there’ as if you can both be convinced of it because you both want it enough]

Janis: [‘are you cold?’ hugging these pillows harder like we can warmth you from here]

Casey: [‘not no more’ like she actually is warming us up by doing that]

Janis: [‘you know he won’t be up for much longer’ not trying to be shady we just know he has limits and today’s have been reached, like you can come back soon]

Casey: [‘then I can come back’ because shady or not, he can’t be staying out here all night, Chubby needs to be fed and to snooze, he’s just a bub]

Janis: [nod because exactly ‘I’ll look after you properly’]

Casey: [doing such a soft little kiss on this phone screen as if he’s kissing her on the head]

Janis: [‘wish I had an excuse to shower you too’ shamelessly like that would be nice]

Casey: [‘could pretend the dog needs a bath’ cos he is on a walk rn, maybe he’s getting gross, who can say, and he is massive so it would need two of you]

Janis: [just a look like could but we struggled enough being quiet then so let’s not kid ourselves lol]

Casey: [a look like think about how much noise this dog would be making if we were, not to mention how flooded the bathroom would be, tis the perfect cover]

Janis: [‘poor baby’ like Chubby is gonna see some things if we try that but we’re obviously thinking about it lmao]

Casey: [‘just think about it’ because really want you to imagine it hun and he clearly is rn too]

Janis: [‘it isn’t touching if I’m just helping you get clean and warm’ like there’s any justifying it that can or needs to be done]

Casey: [‘a mate wouldn’t leave us all bloody’ as if we’re gonna come home from brawling absolutely covered in it]

Janis: [doing your own lil moan but it’s v frustrated so you could just be annoyed at something you’ve seen on the telly or your phone but really you had almost forgot about that minor detail and how much harder that’ll make it for you ‘I would never’]

Casey: [‘you’re a proper mate and a really good girl’ gotta say it because it makes her feral]

Janis: [biting the inside of your cheeks ‘til your eyes water here ‘you need me, yeah?’]

Casey: [‘so much’ because an understatement rn]

Janis: [‘too bad he’s a boy’ ‘cos not getting away with saying that in person and truly gutted]

Casey: [‘still gotta be told how well he’s behaving’ cos just thinking about other times he’s told Chubby how good and well behaved he is but he was talking to her, like I can get round that lil obstacle, don’t even worry]

Janis: [‘don’t want him to get daddy issues’ 😏🙄 @ ourself for liking any of this]

Casey: [😏 shamelessly buzzing you do have them, soz about it]

Janis: [🖕 at you but would be laughing if we could too ‘only worthwhile thing he gave me so’]

Casey: [‘I dunno about that’ because looking at all her skin he can see despite this blanket, like the skin tone do be incredible, as much as you really do look like Tess and your mum more]

Janis: [‘Ian’s gonna be so disappointed’ like lol where has the lowkey racism gone]

Casey: [‘that you didn’t go for him, yeah’ like how dare you not cheat with Ian instead, the audacity]

Janis: [such a face like none of us need to imagine that parallel universe ‘not enough daddy issues, clearly’]

Casey: [‘you’ll have to stop signing it now’ like gutted you don’t have enough for us to keep talking about this, but actually the d word is just killing us]

Janis: [do it like you’re just saying it over and over to be annoying with it like ha ha]

Casey: [mouthing ‘don’t’ with all the daddy energy he can bring when he’s dying this hard because stop it please]

Janis: [zipping your lips like you were saying it out loud to begin with]

Casey: [shamelessly showing her the physical effect that had on him because she’d feel it if he was there with her rn]

Janis: [‘anyone would think you wanted me to say it’ !! here like mixed messages much]

Casey: [‘I want you to find the remote’ cos we all remember when he fucked and smacked her with said tv remote and you need that reminder immediately gal]

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| billy & will + pre-harringrove | full fic in spanish |

There’s an in-between. The high school and the middle school. A bare piece of land, yellowed from the lack of grass and the rough kiss of the sun and, right in the middle, an old shack.

It's a shabby thing that accumulates lack of re-paintings and excess of humidity but that’s out of sight, in that way of things that are just there but no one wastes time looking at anymore are.

That's where they meet.

Billy lights up a smoke. Slides his ass up an ancient, long retired desk, pasture now of the damp and rot, and leans against the peeling wood. Front and back-row seat to the long column of trees the wind’s rippling along on the other side of the wire fence. The ember warms up his lips as he inhales a deep puff and exhales a,

“You’re getting soft, Billy Hargrove”

He leans his head back and closes his eyes, ears on that ceaseless chirping of the bids that sews together the slow-passing hours of the days and nights of Indiana, and on the delighted screams from the middle-schoolers, remembering that, somewhere in there, there's a bunch of kids who will still be laughing just as hard, just as happy, a few years down the road. That maybe even Max could be one of them, if Billy hurries. That maybe he will too, if Billy is able to control that instinctive reaction that pulls his skin inward and screams at him to stopstopstop, that the soft skin shreds, falls apart so easily.

But maybe it can be both of them, if Billy manages to clench his teeth hard enough and keep on softening.

‘Cause soft skin hurts when it breaks but,

"Hey!"

Sometimes it’s worth it.

Will’s smiling wide. Stops running, abruptly, and then just stands in there, panting. He’s got a funny nose and giant eyes. The kind of bangs that make you wanna blow them out of his eyes even though what they're is too short, actually, and Billy’s always thought he'd do better in life if he didn't. Notice things. If he didn't see that widewidewidewide smile and could read it so easily.

"I've been dying to show you this!" Will kneels down into the grass, chopping out the words in between exhalations. Pulls at the zipper of his backpack, chest heaving, and he doesn't realize he's going to get dirt on the knees of his jeans or that Billy can read it. His relief. Of finding him in here and not just an empty desk. Of how for a kid every single day more means 'You care’.

(About me)

It was early December. Friday right after last period and one of those silly things that only happen in movies. Something so like scripted and choreographed that Billy nearly considered looking up at the ceiling to make sure John Hughes wasn't silently watching them, taking notes from above. They crashed in the middle of a corner. Billy sped up ‘cause he was in a hurry and the only way to catch Max in time lately was to intercept her right out of class. Will ‘cause he's always going like that, Billy knows now. Always a thousand miles per hour. Always verging on time-jump speed to then being the kind of kid who seems so quiet it's scary. They crashed. Hard. In the middle of that corner. Papers flying all over and a curse (Will) and a muffled groan (Billy) and they ended up pulling at the same paper one from each corner. A drawing. Trolls and wizards and a castle and an emerald-green light. A star in the distance, auguring bad omens. Billy forgot to be frightening and Will must have forgotten he was supposed to be frightened when he blurted out a,

"Fuck, Byers. This is frikin’ fantastic."

No fear or reticence or that way he sometimes has of bumping into words and stumbling, just a "Really?" eyes huge and bangs brushing against his eyelashes as he blinked when Billy also forgot he was also supposed to― well, supposed to be Billy Hargrove.

"’Got more?"

So now he skips English instead of Algebra, every Tuesday and Thursday. Sneaks off to that in-between place he knows no one wastes time looking at anymore to light up a smoke, same time as Will has his recess. And the kid doesn't always manage to shrug off of his flock of nerds but he’s lucky, some days.

And he brings the drawings.

Orcs and goblins and enchanted mountains on the northwest and it seems to Billy that there are more princes than princesses and that if there are any, they’re almost always sorceresses, almost always queens and that your attention gets hooked on their burning eyes, not in the clothes they’re missing and Billy feels like it's a small grain of sand, this thing they’re doing. Knows that someone’s already keeping a solid ground under Will's feet ('Joyce' he says it’s her name. And it stings, the way he manages to fit so much love, into such a tiny word). But it also seems to him that maybe it doesn't take much more, for Will, just a few grains of sand, to replace those that being a strange kid in a small town sick with apprehension for what it finds strange, takes every day away from him.

So Billy’s gotta have to clench his teeth ‘till his gums start bleeding ‘cause is that, or let his skin toughen up again. Is that. Or fucking everything up.

And ave María, Billy doesn’t want to fuck it all up again.

So he sucks on his cigarette. Hooks up an eyebrow. Waves his hand to hurry the kid up.

“Mmm. That’s how good you think it is, dickwad? ‘C’mon, got my next class in twenty”

Will flies over the papers. Head nodding and fingers skimming fast. Finds what he’s looking for and yanks it out, raises it up triumphantly in his hand. It’s the sword in the stone and he carries it up to Billy with wet knees and just a little mud-staining. It’s February and the sun’s burning brightly over all the wetness the night’s spent crying. The drawing is a huge dragon, wings made of leather and cartilage, spread out in eclipse in front of the moon, only a few silver rays illuminating the dark knight in front of it. Blue eyes lined in black, blond curls cascading down his back and Billy was clenching his teeth but they part now, ‘cause the figure looks too much like him to be a coincidence. A smile devours his whole mouth. Soft. A joke itching on the tip of his tongue. He grunts a,

“I’ve been called many things. But never this, Byers”

Only half his expression’s visible, eyebrows covered with those thick bangs, and Billy has to once again fight the impulse to blow them out.

“¿Hum?”

“Knight” he says, drawling the teasing tone out “In shining armor”

And It’s such a loss, all that hair. Because it’d pass unseen, if you don’t know him. The way his eyebrows spike up underneath and it burrows in between them, the eagerness of teasing back. But Billy’s lucky, ‘cause it’s been more than two months like this and Billy―

Knows him. Well enough at least. So it doesn't pass unseen to him.

“You know the drill, William. Spit it out. Can see you’re holding it up from miles”

Will purses his lips out tight. Looks like he’s trying but. Nah.

“Wouldn’t be that shiny '' scrunches his nose. Throws a meaningful glance at Billy’s disheveled looks. More thoughtful than not, way more intentional. But that's something he'll figure out when he grows up.

Billy cackles. Will's smile widens, satisfied. Hops onto the desk next to his. Billy offers him the cigarette.

“And―this?” Will shrugs inwardly. Glances up at him. Then down, at the exchange between their hands. Takes the cig in between two fingers and it doesn’t burn but he barely presses them against the filter, anyway, as if he’s afraid it would, all of a sudden.

"Retaliation," Billy half grunts, half laughs, and Will huffs, but swallows a deep breath to gather strength. Exhales. Takes a tiny puff and―

"Argg," coughscoughscoughs "This is. Ugh. It's awful. I don't know how you―” almost throws the cigarette back to him "Ufff, what a―" he hesitates "Yuck"

Billy snorts. Thinks about Max inhaling deep, no more than two weeks ago, eyes pining his in place. Breaking into a violent cough only a second later.

Billy pats Will’s back too.

“That’s good” he says “You better not like it” Will scrunches his whole face “And this too” Billy adds, shaking the drawing a little “This is good, too. Amazingly good, man”

Will. Stares. At him. One. Two. Three long seconds. And Billy hurts a little. With every single one. Three sharp stabs with that newly freed sword. A different kind of ' you care' each one: 'it seems so impossible to me (that you care)'. 'If you think so, maybe it's true (and I do care, that you think it)’. 'Thank you (for caring)'. And then. Those hidden eyebrows. Will’s cheeks puffing out a little when he bites the tip of his tongue and―

"Billy?" his eyes glint, heavy with ill-contained malice.

"Uh?"

"You're the dragon"

"You fucking ass―!"

Billy shoves him sideways. But Will just sways. He doesn't lose footing on that firm ground he’s standing on. Looks back at the drawing, hunches a shoulder up.

"But you’re the knight, too"

He says it in a tone that cuts straight through Billy’s chest Thank you he thinks, even though his soft skin is hurting. And he still doesn't blow hard on that bowl fringe from where it covers Will’s whole forehead but―

Stirs up all his hair instead.

“Eh!!”

“Hey, shitbird. Wanna see the one I’ve made?”

Will nods quickly. All contained-speed and reverberating and sometimes Billy doesn't know how so few people can see it, how big he is for his own skin and he thinks I wish, wish he'd accumulate enough grains of sand to raise up that firm ground under his feet, and get really, really high.

“Sure!”

He keeps it tucked away in the breast pocket of his jacket. Folded in upon itself. Same way he keeps everything else. Folds and layers and at the bottom of pockets no one ever looks at but.

He unfolds it to show it to Will Byers.

“Wow” Will says, and smiles up at Billy like Two months since we crashed against each other and I feel like I know you a little too, Billy Hargrove and Billy hit rock bottom but now at least Max and him sing AC/DC in chorus on the rides back home and Will's voice sounds like 'You're good' as he runs his fingertips over the graphite outlines of the skull and repeats, "Wow"

“Gonna have it done” Billy inhales a deep drag of Marlboro and 'Four Months to Eighteen' and for a moment it’s like he could feel the smoke curl up inside his lungs before blowing it out. The image is as pretty as it’s stupid. He glances at the open jaw of the drawing and thinks maybe he'd like a drag too "Have it healed for summer and―"

“What’s happening here?”

Steve.

Harrington.

Hand on his hips, preppy pastel polo lapels up, Ray-Bans holding up that way his hair swirls without really taming it. The twelve o'clock sun is shining sideways from his back and he's pretty. Painfully pretty. And Billy’s sure it's impossible that this redneck raised on corn and money amassed in dubious moral business is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen but sometimes he forgets. That it is impossible because. Fuck. It so seems like it. Light flicking on the ends of his hair where it curls. Under his ear. In the long curve of his neck. And the world doesn't halt and the birds don't stop chirping and the clouds don't part and no preternatural shit happens because this is the black hole where all the world's shit goes, Indiana. But. It so seems like it and,

Billy.

Knew how to breathe but that’s another thing he keeps on forgetting. Every time Steve Harrington passes him by.

He’s gotta force himself. To nod. To stop choking. When Will looks up at him with those big eyes. Questioning.

Apologizing.

Billy Hargrove, from freshly crowned local terror to―

“I was―” Will starts. Inhales. Presses his lips together right before blurting out the truth ‘cause he knows it's the only real way out "Showing Billy my drawings. Sometimes we―"

―the softie whose pride goes high up in his throat every time an eleven-year-old kid says 'Billy, this is good. It's very. Very good, Billy’.

"Sometimes we. Uhm. We―"

Will's already huge eyes get bigger, rounder. As if he’s just realizing that where he's stuck his foot keeps getting muddier, trapping himself all the way in. And Billy smiles lightly at him, sideways, so it’s hidden. From Steve Harrington. From all the world beyond. ‘Cause of that thing about facades and how hard they’re to maintain, when on one side is pressing what you're supposed to be and on the other, relentlessly, what you're hiding.

But Steve’s asking,

“Sometimes―what?” and Will’s eyes are fixed on Billy, two wide-open I’m sorrys and Billy thinks Fuck it, Hargrove. C’mon. Stop hiding.

So he’s the one who says,

“We share our drawings, Harrington”

And Steve.

He’s got those eyes.

They're like a troubled ocean in the heart of winter, those eyes. Hard, hard, hard. Imposing. But soft. So fucking soft. When something catches him off guard. Rolling stones in the breaker. And Billy wants to get swept up in them, like falling along the curve of a wave. Steve looks at him, and at the drawing in his hand, his eyes a swirl and, when he looks up, the calm. And Billy feels as those times when it seemed to him the waves wanted. To wrap around him. To catch him. Soft as the reflecting clouds. And Billy feels as those times when he’d let them. Carry him. Drag him to the shore. Safe and sound.

“Is that yours?” Steve frowns. When he does that. He looks the prettiest. And Billy's heart breaks. In tiny tiny pieces. Thinks This is what it takes, thinks Fuck, thinks, This is how things hurt when you let your skin get soft.

What you don’t have. What you want. What you could―

Fuck.

What you could love so bad you'd rip your own skin off, so they could touch your heart right with their own hands.

Billy nods. Will smiles. Steve’s frown softens and― waveswaveswaves. On an autumn morning. Waves lapping at the surface of an ocean of calm.

And now. Billy sings AC/DC with Max. His heart taking on water when his voice falls off-key and she clutches at her lungs, choking on laughter. Now, he sits in the back of an old shack halfway between who he is and who he should be and so, so very carefully turns at the pages of Will Byers' sketchbook.

And Billy Hargrove hit rock bottom one day in late October. Hit rock bottom and beat into pulp that pretty face he can't stop seeing in his dream. When he's asleep. When he's awake. Hit rock bottom and that's where he's going to stay. It's either that. Or risk coming up to the wrong surface. And it's easier, here at the bottom. Easier to see what matters, when you look up.

Here, Billy takes a breath. Deep. Deeper. Holds onto that air so he has something keeping him alive underwater when Steve snatches the drawing off his hands. Studies it carefully. Says,

"It's―Uhm. Well―" Grins "It's not. Beautiful. Like, conventionally." He eyes cut back to Billy and something in them breaks into whitewater, into that softness he can't help, as if everything else is as much of a lie as 'Billy Hargrove' and all those imaginary walls "But―"

He says ‘But’ and then. The bell goes off.

"Oh!" Will bounces on the spot "I have to―" he yanks the backpack shut "Class!"

He takes off. Running. Turning around right before the corner of the shack to wave at them, flashing one of those smiles Billy has involuntarily categorized as 'the good ones', wide and already almost panting again, before disappearing at the speed of light towards school and to, Billy hopes, be one of those few kids who are still going to be laughing just as hard, just as happy, a few years down the road. If they’re lucky.

(If Billy’s lucky)

Steve Harrington is still there, planted in front of him when the alarm stops.

"Can I bump one of those?" he asks, chin pointing to the smoke Billy's squeezing between his fingers. In the drift of his hair the Ray-Bans stay afloat, capsizing.

Billy bangs the base of the pack against his thigh, pops out a cigarette. Offers it to him. Scrapes his thumb along the wheel when Steve takes it to his lips, leaning forward and― It's broad daylight but in the thin glow of the flame it almost feels like it’s that exact instant when the world begins to fade, darkness turning wide-open spaces into narrow little universes: Steve Harrington and his red lips around the smoke and a small ache in the pad of Billy's thumb from keeping alive the fire and from wanting things with a bigger kind of ache, his heart cauterizing from holding inside the rage of knowing he's never, ever going to have them but―

"But?" Billy asks.

Steve grabs his wrist. Hollows out his cheeks. Inhales deep. Takes him a moment when he pulls away. To let go. Long enough that his fingers could read the way Billy's pulse is raging in his wrist, if he wanted to.

“But” And he’s smiling. Lopsided. He slips into Will's seat and stretches his neck toward the sky. Prolongs the wait. Exhales. "It's cute."

And then his gaze cuts down and he’s searching for him, with those eyes of his. For Billy, who can never stop looking at him so, when he finds him, finds him looking back already.

And Billy―

Billy.

"Cute?"

Billy. Blinks. His hand stops halfway from getting his own cigarette to his mouth. Stops his heart and it feels like time’s stopping too, in this narrowness Steve's presence has reduced the moment into. And he’s smiling big now. His eyes soft. Soft. So fucking soft. And Billy thinks,

You're getting soft too, Billy Hargrove. You want to let him shred off your skin, when Steve says,

"You," snorting a soft laugh, sun melting in his eyes like honey "With Will. Drawing."

Billy wants him to never stop looking at him like that. Wants to lean in, and kiss him.

"Shut up and smoke your fucking cigarette, Harrington" he growls.

And Steve rolls his eyes in a way that screams 'Gotcha, Hargrove', but leans his back against the peeling wood of the shack.

And does as he’s told.

(Next Tuesday, it's not just Will who shows up, when the bell starts ringing)

i just finished translating this and, since i had originally written this part as and stand-alone thing. here it is. idk if it's worth the work of translating it whole, or if i really feel like it but, we'll see!. i've been at war with life and writing this past few weeks but i've been missing you so much, fandom <3<3<3. hope you've been doing well.

also billy + will + drawing is one of my fav hcs and there are a few tiny things more that i wanna write? hopefully i will 🌟

#harringrove #billy hargrove #will byers #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #steve x billy #billy & will #xharringrove

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PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT.

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh)

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch.

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer.

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face.

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -”

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face.

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door.

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side.

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly.

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle.

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.”

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face.

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door.

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned.

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle.

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice.

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.”

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection.

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind.

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now?

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!”

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face.

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away.

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s.

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open.

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned.

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him.

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion.

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath.

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers.

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain.

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper.

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered.

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food.

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something, “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

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“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look.

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses.

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?”

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’ causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering:

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained.

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

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That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same?

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM.

DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

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yannadere · 3 years

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Songbird Soliloquy

daryl dixon x afab!reader who's a musician

summary: y/n is an underground alt musician who uses their music to lure hordes away from the group.

tags: mild songfic, musician!reader, jealousy, pining, cuddles, fluff, injuries, hurt/comfort

((based off of jazmin beans's worldwide torture))

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you sit patiently, tuning your guitar and giving it an experimental strum. the sound of your loud instrument alarms most people in the camp, and you smile sheepishly, turning down the built in amp. "y/n-." shane starts, but you cut him off. "relax, it's fine. it was barely loud compared to how loud this baby can get." you grin, continuing your tuning. "okay, just please don't alert every walker for miles to our location." he sighs, and you roll your eyes. "dude, relax. it was barely a strum." you giggle, noticing carl's curious gaze.

"hey, little man. wanna learn one day?" you ask with a smile, and he looks up at lori. "maybe when we're somewhere safer." she nods, smiling. "cool!" carl bounces slightly, clearly excited. "alright, the plan is to move out of atlanta..." rick states, and you nod as the group starts listening. "we're heading to fort benning, georgia. should be safer." rick informs, and the group seem to agree.

"alright, we're heading out asap." rick nods, walking away, lori following. daryl huffs, slumping down onto a chair next to you. "you ever gonna ditch that thing?" he asks, and you shake your head. "never. she's my baby." you grin, sticking your tongue out at him. daryl rolls his eyes and carl beams. "can you play something?" he asks, eyes staring at your guitar. "ahh- i don't think that would be smart..." lori butts in but you give carl a few chords to keep him happy. "not too loud." shane scolds, and you roll your eyes. "c'mon, we've gotta move." rick sighs, closing a car door. "alright. let's go."

the rv comes to a wheezing stop, and you open the door to step out, observing the broken down vehicle next to you. daryl's motorbike passes you and you grin at him as he glances at you. everyone gets out, observing the engine with disappointment. glenn chews his nails anxiously, and you nudge him as you approach him. "relax, dale can fix it." you grin, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "i don't know... it's more duct tape than hose... and i'm out of duct tape." dale huffs, shrugging before crossing his arms in thought.

"surely we could scavenge from these cars..?" you suggest, gesturing to the mass of dead cars down the road. "we can get supplies too..!" glenn nods, but lori doesn't seem happy. "this is a graveyard..." she points out, and you sigh. "lori, we need the stuff in this graveyard to survive." you say, walking away to gather some items. daryl follows you, seemingly agreeing to your statement.

you open a car door, peering inside. "ooh! jackpot!" a toothy grin covers your face as you pull out an unopened bottle of whiskey. daryl smirks at the sight, popping the trunk to check for anything useful. you shrug your backpack off to put the whiskey away when a noise catches your attention. a walker gurgles, trying to crawl towards you. you roll your eyes, grumbling about the 'ankle biter' before stomping on it's head with your heavy platform boots.

"they do some good damage?" daryl passes by you, moving on to another car near where t-dog was scavenging gas. "of course they do. i'm the one wearing them." you reply cheekily, adjusting your guitar strap idly. daryl huffs out a laugh, already searching through another car. "don't blow your ego up." he teases, and you chuckle, bumping him when you pass. another zombie catches your gaze in the distance, sluggishly trudging between cars. rick seems to spot it too, aiming but freezing as more seem to pop up. "daryl, look at this shit." you hiss, grabbing his vest roughly to point him in the direction of the approaching horde.

"holy shit..." daryl moves on quickly, going to pull you with him. "hold on, i can lead them away." you say, grabbing your guitar strap. "are you crazy?!" he snaps, going to grab your wrist. "absolutely." you grin, running towards the horde. you couldn't let anyone get hurt, there were kids in this camp. you had already witnessed so much death, feeling useless as you normally held no weapons other than your pocket knife. "this time, i'm gonna be the hero." you nod, ignoring everyone warning you as you vault over the barrier to sneak past.

you had your target, clambering upon the truck and turning up your guitar to max. you give the strings a harsh strum, happy with the tuning. slowly, the undead turn to you, and you grin. "come on, come get some." you whisper under your breath, starting up gently with a few notes. as the crowd slowly turns to you. eventually, as they start approaching you, you turn up your theme, playing your song adeptly. everyone comes out of hiding one by one to watch you, clearly shocked by your confidence.

carl seems to light up as you play your song, having to yell your lyrics so it would be heard over your guitar's loudness. shane and rick quickly gather the group, moving them back so no one would get hurt if a stray zombie wandered off, yet it seemed they all wanted you. the truck rocks slightly as they bang and press on it, yet you keep your balance.

"i'll be chewing on your face and knocking down your door-" you regain balance as the truck wobbles dangerously, glancing around for another safe car. a van was your best bet in case the truck went, but you had to wait for the rest of the horde to catch up. "a pure violation of god's great creation! it's an infestation, it's world domination-!" you belt out, the truck fully swaying by now. you glance up, everyone's staring at you anxiously. you had to come out on top for them.

thinking fast, you jump from the truck, landing on the van and almost slipping. the crowd slowly moves around the truck as it's rocking ceases, and you realise just how dangerous your new pedestal is. you have to keep moving to avoid getting grabbed, jumping across the cars and ignoring how your guitar doesn't hit every note perfectly.

"i never come second place, always been a big disgrace- shit." you dodge a walker quickly, clambering up onto another car. "smell the fear, i know you see- high achiever." you manage to get back on top of a high truck, watching two of the walkers approaching sophia who was at the side of the group. you strum aggressively, yelling your lyrics as far as your diaphragm would allow. "killing so i stay on top but i could never do any wrong! c'mon you freaks! i'm right here!" as sophia scrambles to carol's open arms, the zombies turn to you slowly and you grin.

"sour to the bone marrow, horrid to the core- all you've got is not enough, stupid! i just want more!" you yell, ignoring how the truck starts swaying. "and i'll throw another punch! yes, i'll get the highest score!" you land on the road, almost falling over before hopping over the barrier and leading them away. you had no plan, truly, only knowing that you had to lead the geeks away from the group.

as the music fades into the distance, the crowd of zombies following, the group almost relax. "what the hell are they thinking?!" dale snaps, peeking down from the top of the rv. "whatever they're thinking it worked." daryl huffs, crossing his arms and putting up a hard front to hide his anxiety. "are they gonna be okay?!" carol stresses, smoothing sophia's hair. "that was a LOT of walkers." lori adds on, holding carl close. "they'll be fine." daryl sighs gruffly. "let's wait for them to come back." he shrugs, walking off. "how are they gonna lose that many geeks?" glenn asks, and rick sighs. "let's just hope they do..." shane decides to add onto his friend's sentence. "and that they do it far from here."

night time approaches fast and the group's worry is increasing. carol notes how daryl anxiously scans the tree line for any sign of you. "daryl, come sit down." she sighs, gently touching his back. "nah, ain't that dark yet..." he sighs, perking up as a repeated clicking sounds through the woods. "you guys know y/n?" a woman asks, her horse jumping the barrier with ease. "yeah.. who're you?" daryl tenses.

"they're at my family's farm." the woman neglects his question, "they're hurt pretty bad." she adds, and daryl swears under his breath. "where's your farm?" he asks, approaching the woman. "i'll take you there. it's southeast from here, can't miss it. it's safe. we killed off the horde that was with them." she nods in the direction as daryl straddles the back of her horse before riding off with him.

"damn... they got away." t-dog says in amazement. "but they're injured. c'mon, we'll get ready to head there in the morning." rick nods, and everyone settles for a long night.

daryl dismounts the stranger's horse, running into the house where an old man stood. "they're-" "where are they?!" he snaps, pushing past. "they're resting." the old man replies calmly, leading him to a bed where you lay, a bloody bandage around your arm. "are they bit?" daryl tenses, observing you. you didn't look sick, but daryl couldn't tell in the poor lighting. "no. they got lucky." the man sighs. "i'm hershel greene. the woman who brought you here is my daughter maggie."

"there anyone else?" he asks, and hershel nods. "my other daughter beth and her boyfriend jimmy, my wife as well as otis who is out hunting and his wife patricia. you'll meet them in the morning." the old man nods, leaving daryl be. "you idiot..." he whispers, combing some hair out of your face. "you could've gotten killed." he adds, and you smirk slightly. "at least i helped... are they okay?" you ask, your voice raspy as your eyes peel open.

"everyone's fine, just worried." he shrugs, trying to seem like he doesn't care. "were you worried?" you tease, taking his hand in yours. "nah. but it's rather impressive how you managed to lead them away." he shrugs. "i passed out on these people's front door, i've got no idea how they dealt with those walkers." you cough, resting your hand on your dizzy head. "relax, don't overuse your brain. it ain't used to that much action." daryl smirks, nudging your arm.

"haha, very funny." you roll your eyes, swatting his elbow away. daryl lets out a breath of laughter, looking at you. "once i'm out this bed, i'm gonna try and figure out where the walkers went." you sit up, but daryl grabs you. "naw, you're resting tonight. you need it." he protests, pulling you back into the bed. as daryl goes to get up, you tug him back as well. "same goes to you, cowboy. come rest." you grin, pulling him onto the bed next to you.

daryl lands on his elbow to avoid landing on you. "before you protest, i could use the company right now. got a lot on my mind." you sigh as daryl hesitates before settling down. "wanna talk about it? 'm a good listener." he prompts, but you shake your head. "i'll manage... just need a familiar face right now." you sigh, resting your head on daryl's shoulder. "i get that.. i didn't have much but merle, and he helped me in his own way." daryl nods.

the two of you sit in silence, grieving over both of your losses before the topic changed. "what's wit' your song anyhow?" daryl asks, and you hum in question, looking at your guitar that was neatly leaned against the wall, your blood staining the strap. "dunno. was the first song that came to my head 'suppose." you yawn, voice sleepy. "had to have a loud song for my plan to work." you add, eyes fluttering closed.

daryl shuffles so his chest presses into yours, arm stiffly draping over you. "what if your plan didn't work? i saw that truck wobbling like it was about to tip over." daryl points out, and you shrug. "if it did, i would be dead, or at least bit." you sigh, opening your eyes once more. "you are an idiot." daryl scolds, and you chuckle. "mhm. but it worked. saved your ass anyway." you fall quiet before asking what's nagging your mind.

"is sophia okay?" you mumble, and daryl furrows his brows. "sophia? she's a bit shaken but yeah, she's doin' alright." daryl confirms and you let out a breath. "thank god." you chuckle as daryl shakes his head with a smile. "saw two of them going for her, too far to see if she got grabbed or not." you explain, and daryl hums. "well, she's not bit, carol would be hysterical if she was." daryl notes, and you nod, happy with his answer as you slowly doze off.

you wake up with daryl wrapped up around you tightly. he's normally the first one awake, so you guessed he had a late night. "dixon, c'mon. get up." you shake him gently, ignoring how he groans in protest. "daryl, c'mon! i wanna snoop around!" you whisper yell, jumping as hershel walks in abruptly. "ah, i see you're awake. lemme check your arm." the new presence wakes daryl immediately as he groggily blinks and grips the handle of his knife.

you sit up, letting hershel peel back the bandages with a yucky noise. you wince, letting out a pained noise as he pokes the flesh around your gash. "there's still bark in there from where that stick stabbed you." he notes with a sigh. "bark?" daryl sits up, watching hershel slowly press the bandages back onto the wound. "careful!" your friend snaps as you let out a strangled noise. "don't worry, they'll be fine." hershel replies, nonchalantly.

you pat your arm gently as if to soothe it as daryl broods, leaning over you protectively. "let's clean it up and get some fresh bandages on it." hershel gathers some material and his tools as well as calling to his wife to bring a bowl of water.

soon enough, you're say with an arrow in your mouth as hershel pulls the last piece of bark out of your arm, dropping it onto a tray where it clutters uselessly onto the metal. "right, let's clean it." he mumbles, mainly to himself as he wets a small cotton ball in water with a pair of tongs. with every gentle dab against your gash, you whimper, teeth clutching the metal of the arrow.

your free hand grabs the nearest thing to you which happened to be daryl's hand, squeezing tightly for reassurance as your eyes flutter closed. "do y'think it'll need stitches?" patricia asks, to which you shake your head. "i'm not having stitches." you protest, words muffled by the object you're biting. "unfortunately, you may need them..." hershel sighs, and you shake your head as he puts the tongs down. spitting out the arrow, you glare at hershel. "i'm not having them." you declare, barely being able to raise your arm to look at the wound crossing your bicep.

"i'm afraid you might have to. it's deeper than i thought." hershel nods, looking for his needle and thread that patricia hands to him. "i'm not having them!" you panic, scrambling back from the man and almost falling off the bed. daryl catches you, steadying you and glares at hershel. "y/n..." hershel tries but daryl snaps. "if they don't want 'em they ain't havin' them!" he snarls, and hershel backs down.

"fine. i can't force you." hershel sighs, putting the needle and thread down as you calm your breathing. daryl rubs your back soothingly, helping you unwind faster as maggie barges in. "daddy! the others are here." she informs, before leaving. hershel nods, gesturing for you to come over to him with some bandages. "i'll do it. patched up a fair amount of people in my time." daryl extends his hand to hershel who hands them over. "alright, but if you get it wrong i'll redo them."

with hershel gone and patricia following, you relax slightly as daryl readies your arm before gently wrapping the bandages around your bicep. "why don't you want stitches?" he asks, and you shudder. "i don't want a needle going through my arm!" your spine shivers at the thought. "naw, i get that.." he mumbles, carefully pinning the bandages into place with a safety pin. "done, c'mon. let's go see the others." he nods to the door, helping you up.

glenn smiles brightly at you, wrapping you up in a hug. "ow- careful- careful!" you hiss as he accidentally presses into your wound. "sorry!" he stumbles back, and carl bounds up to you. "y/n! you're alright!" he smiles brightly, and you smile awkwardly. "yeah..! i'm alright." you tense as he hugs you tightly, awkwardly patting his head and looking at lori for help. his mother laughs, beckoning him over. "you were so cool! the way they all looked at you and you didn't even get scared!" the boy beamed, practically vibrating.

"carl, c'mon!" sophia beams, gesturing to a swing nearby. "stay in sight of me or carol!" lori reminds and they nod. "glad to see you're alright." shane nods to your arm, and you grin. "i'm tough. had plenty of bottles to the head or thrown at me. i'll live." you cross your arms, glancing at daryl. "what happened anyway?" dale asked as hershel guided everyone to the house away from the tree line. "stray branch stabbed me. nothing awful." you shrug, peering to the barn curiously.

"daryl, i'm gonna go walk around, stretch my legs. you coming?" you smile, and daryl nods. "sure." you grab his hand to pull him away, but hershel stops you. "don't go too far and don't go in the barn. nothing in there but old rusty tools anyway and the last thing i need is another injury." he warns, and you sigh. "fine fine, no barn concert then." you grin, pulling daryl away from the group.

"you're going in anyway, aren't you?" daryl smirks, following you closely. "of course. are you saying you wouldn't?" you giggle before hearing carol yelp. "sophia?!" the two of you turn to see the mother searching the area around the swing desperately. "shit..! another time then." you run back to the group with daryl hot on your tail.

"carl said they were gonna play hide and seek so he doesn't know... i'm sure she didn't go far." rick sighs, adjusting his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes as he scans the tree line. "hershel, any idea of where she could hide around here?" shane asks, but hershel shakes his head. "nothing around here but open field..." he gestures around, and carol hiccups a sonb as lori tries to comfort her.

you look at daryl before glancing to the barn. "is she behind the barn?" you ask, and hershel falls quiet. "could be... but there's no way in other than the doors and we would of seen her go in." he shrugs. "me and daryl can scan around there, see what we can find." you nod, and daryl heads off in that direction. "don't go in!" hershel reminds you, and you feel your spine tickle with suspicion. "what a weirdo..." you roll your eyes and daryl hums.

you walk around the barn, gently calling out for sophia. "nothing..." you sigh, looking around. "hey, see that?" daryl asks, and you turn to where he points. "an open window..." you grin. "gimme a lift, i'm gonna take a peek." daryl crouches behind you, grabbing your hips and hoisting you up so you can grab the windowsill.

"see anything?" he asks, but you shake your head, squinting harshly to try and see. "nah, it's too dark." you gesture for the flashlight daryl carries, and he hands it to you carefully to ensure he wouldn't drop you.

the light flickers, slowly blinking to life and you gasp, almost falling backwards. "holy shit!" you yelp, and daryl panics, pulling you back down. "what, what's in there?" he asks as you recover from the sight. "we need to go! there's a LOT of walkers in there!" you gasp, running back to the group.

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souichieatr · 3 years

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caught in the rain | w/ shinichiro sano

warnings!! 18+ , drug usage , both reader and shinichiro are in college , cursing

a/n: kinda went ia so heres my first attempt at smut omggg pls enjoy <3

wc: 1539 , fem!reader

running from the library entrance to your car with shinichiro behind you. getting in the passenger seat and tossing your keys to shinichiro who jumped in the drivers. catching them as he sits down, sitting as you both sit there and watch the droplets bang on the windshield. starting up the car, laughing as he shakes his head.

“i don't wanna hear it, you didn't know it was going to rain either” you say crossing your arms.

“i'm not laughing at you baby don't feel targeted but it was your idea to study at 9 at night” he says looking back as he reverses the car. grumbling at him you turn to the window.

after driving for a couple minutes you realize he's not driving to yours or his house. “now where are we going?” you ask after being silent.

“oh you wanna talk to me?” he says teasingly, smacking your lips at him he continues. “just driving if that's cool with you” he finishes, picking your bag up.

“mind if ismoke?” you ask looking his way to see his response.

“nah go ahead” he says shrugging his shoulders focused on the road. hearing this you grab a tray and pull out a smaller bag.

“still can't believe you've never had a blunt” you say shaking your head, pulling the substance out then adding it to a container, turning it as it grinds together.

“think i'm lying? the only thing close is a pen though i prefer cigarettes” he says smiling at you. “i'm not opposed if you're the one rolling them.”

“you're in good hands babe, i'm the best roller out of the group” you say confidently, taking a wrap out and laying it on the tray as you still hold the small container. taking the substance out and spreading it in a line of the paper, picking it up carefully then starting to roll licking the sides as you do.

“want me to pull over? there's the entrance to the park” he asks looking over.

“yeah i don't wanna go home” you say holding the now finished blunt. turning into the park's parking lot and into the first spot in the back. “can i use your lighter shin?” you ask.

“why do you wanna use mine? you got your own” he says rolling his eyes as he turns to you.

“i know yours is in your pocket, you want me, your beloved girlfriend, to potentially hurt her back from bending down to get it from my bag? wow i see how you are but it's okay i'll hurt myself for you” you say dramatically slowly bending over to get your back.

“whatever you're lucky i love my girlfriend or i would've left her to suffer” he says, digging into his pocket to retrieve the item.

“your girlfriend really appreciates it” you say taking it from him with a fake smile, setting the tray aside and picking up the blunt. burning the sides so it doesn't then lighting up the butt. looking at him as you hold it up, “since i also love you, i'll let you hit it first”

chuckling at your comment he takes it, “don't laugh if i cough” he says taking a inhale of the drug, coughing as he exhales. turning away to hide your snicker as he tries to catch his breath. “i told you not to laugh” handing it back to you.

“sorry sorry i just didn't expect you to be that weak” you say, taking it back as you take a puff then blowing it out as you lean back.

passing it back and forth as the music from your phone plays softly, occasional giggles as shinichiro gets the hang of it.

“so you usually finish this?” he asks passing it to you.

“eh” you say shrugging your shoulders “most times i just let it burn out then relight it later” you say taking it back suddenly an idea popped in you head. “wanna try something?” you ask sitting up.

“depends” he says, turning his head towards you.

“you just gotta get closer to me and inhale” you say leaning over the armrest, shrugging st you he leans forward hesitantly. turning your head to take a hit then turning to him and getting closer, feeling your lips together you blow as he opens his mouth to inhale. slowly exhaling the smoke and making eye contact with him. “how'd that feel?” you ask, leaning back with a smile.

“it made me wanna finger you” he says seriously.

“pardon me?” you say as your eyes widen as your jaw opens forming an ‘o’

“i want to finger you” he says again with the same serious tone.

“how can you say that so seriously” you say looking down and seeing the tent in his pants, “besides i think you should focus on the little problem you have in your pants.”

“so you're telling me if i dip my hand in your pants you won't be soaking wet, hm?” he says leaning closer, kissing your cheek gently.

“i never said anything” you say turning to face him, you can't deny how hot he is when being serious and the way his droopy eyes are watching you are nothing less to talk about.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers looking at your lips then quickly to your eyes.

“you don't have to ask” you say gently pecking his lips.

“always wanna hear that pretty voice of your s’all” he says, closing his eyes and leaning forward.

kissing shinichiro was far more addicting than some silly drug, he was gentle but passionate he kissed you like it was his job. cupping your face with one hand as the other drags down your body resting on your thigh, feeling like it's burning through your close you grab it moving it to your clothed middle.

“needy baby?” he says against your lips, smirking against your skin when you pull your pants down slightly. kissing down your jaw to your neck as he plays with your folds. “you're so wet sweetie why didn't you tell me, i would've helped you out way sooner” he says into your neck as he slowly adds his middle finger in your entrance, his pointer finger circling around your clit. jumping at the sudden feeling you let out a sigh.

“you would've laughed i don't wanna hear it” you say spreading your legs apart.

“you're right, i love messing with you” he says, kissing your cheek, curling his middle finger, then laughing at your reaction. “relax baby i got you” he says moving his body closer to you then adding another finger, kissing you as you moan to swallow it up. “so pretty jus wanna mess you up” he says, biting your bottom lip. quicken his pace, adding his thumb to circle your clit.

“fuck don't stop baby right there” you say wrapping your arm around his neck as you lean your head back. moving your hips as you grind down on his fingers.

“i don't know when you say that it makes me wanna stop more” he says darkly with a crooked smile, whining at his comment you tug him closer.

“please make me cum shinichiro” you say in his ear, gulping as he hears you use his full name.

“your wish my command” he says, adding pressure to your clit and moving his fingers rhythmically to your hips. feeling the tightness in your stomach you let out another moan thus further motivating shinichiro. as you feel the tightness burst and your hole quivers around his fingers, smiling to himself as he slows his pace letting you ride your high. slowly removing his hands as he pulls his damp shiny hand and you remove your arms from him. turning to the window you laugh at how foggy it got, lifting your arm up and drawing a heart on the glass. turning to shinichiro to show him as he sucks his middle finger cleaning it off.

“shin that's dirty” you say trying to pry it away from his mouth, embarrassed at how wet his hand was.

“you didn't want to offer me a napkin so this is the next best thing and it's not dirty. i like how you taste” he says, popping his finger out, handing him a napkin from the glove box quickly. rolling his eyes as he wipes his hand after he's finished he turns to you. “kiss me” his lips turning into a pout “it's been too long since you've kissed me” he says again.

“we literally just made out as you fingered me. what do you mean ‘it's been too long’?” you say laughing at him but still leaning closer gently kissing him. “i love you” you say against his lips kissing him again.

“and i love you” he says, pulling away not before kissing your nose. “wanna go to mine?” he asks, buckling his seatbelt as he gets ready to drive.

“yeah i call showering first” you say copying him, rolling his eyes at your comment.

“it doesn't matter who goes in first because i'm going to jump in” he says, laughing as you hit him. grabbing your closest hand as you interlace your fingers as you drive off.

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mendesbhraanth · 3 years

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Hi beautiful sending you love mwah 😘😘 just wanted to know if you can write something were you hear Shawn talk badly about you so you distance yourself. Please.

Thank you so much for requesting!! 😘😘

Pairing : Shawn x y/n

Warnings : language and angst

Word count : 2.8 k

The first thing you heard when you opened the door to Shawn's condo was basically loud laughter of people including your boyfriend's. You just came back from work, a bit earlier than usual because shawn had been complaining about how he doesn't get to spend time with you because work has been crazy for you and you had a lot of files to finish and you were hella tired of your boss being a complete asshole, who never lets anyone stay home and he was no different to you. Anyways you were not at all aware of the fact that he had guests over.

The sound was coming from the living area of Shawn's penthouse apartment and apart from Shawn's, you recognised the laughter as Brian's, and Connor's. A small smile creeped on your face. You absolutely adored Shawn's friends so you walked towards the living to say 'hi' to them.

You were close enough to hear what they were talking about when your legs came to halt at the mention of you name.

"So how's life with y/n? Tour's over....You're free and now that y/n is staying with you, you must have a lot of cheesy things to say" Connor said whilst laughing.

"Oh yeah I actually do but not right now because why the hell would you mention my so called clingy girlfriend?" Shawn said and Brian laughed so loudly at that but your heart stopped.

"What??! What are you saying?!?" Connor said because shawn has been the most "I'm obsessed with my girlfriend and she is my goddess!!" Type of guy he had ever met.

"I said y/n is extremely clingy and annoying and I don't have anything good to say about her right now so please stop talking about that hoe!!" Shawn said and started laughing like crazy with Brian. Both of their laughs clouding your mind. You just stood there not able to comprehend anything.

You turned around silently, grabbed your keys and left the apartment in the same clothes you came in.

You got in your car and started driving slowly. You were now driving to nowhere for about 30 mins.

The moment you processed the words shawn said you slammed the break and your head came down on the stearing wheel with a plasticy bang.. must have been painfull.. ow poor y/n.

Did he really say that?!? Does he think I'm an annoying clingy hoe?!? Hell! "HE" was the one who wanted me to stay home and spend time with 'HIM'!! And I'm clingy?!? Is this the guy you've been in love with for what? Like 3 years?!! How could he call you a hoe!?! Why would any boyfriend disrespect his girlfriend like that??!? This is the worst day ever!!

All these thoughts were knocked out from your mind by a loud honking sound. You were basically in the middle of a road and by now, there were tons of cars parked behind you. Wow! You just created a big traffic block in the middle of Toronto city. Go you!! *Claps of sarcasm*

You quickly turned around and took another route to make your way back to Shawn's apartment like nothing happened. Haha asshole! but sometimes you gotta act like you weren't the cause of a huge ass traffic block..

You didn't know exactly why you were going back. To lay it onto him?? To get your things?? I don't know but you got home with slouched shoulders and an emotion less face.

You were about to reach and open the door when Shawn opened the door and a bright smile appeared on his face on seeing you which almost made you forget about the things he just said. Eh but not really.

"Baby!!!! I missed you so much today!!" He said and went in for a hug and you hugged him back it was as if someone was clawing at your heart.

"I'm just gonna walk these guys out and I'll be back in a second okay? You get freshened by then" He said sweetly but right now his words seemed anything but sweet!

How dare he say that to them and then act like nothing happened?? That too infront of them?!?! Which speaking of-!

"Hey y/n!!!" Connor and Brian said at the same time and both hugged you and you silently hugged them back, with a fake smile that could basically convince anyone but not Shawn.

"You guys go ahead I'll come in a sec" he said and turned to you.

"Okay then Bye y/n" they both bid their goodbyes and made their way to the lift.

"Hey what happened baby? Any problem with your boss??" Shawn asked tilting your chin up to look you in the eyes.There was evident hurt in them.

You were debating to weather tell him or push him away but you didn't choose any of that.

"Yeah..had a bad day at work"

"Aww baby you go inside and sit down okay! I'll be back after properly saying goodbye to the guys and you can tell me all about your day. Alright?" He asked sweetly but it sounded like straight up sarcasm to you but you chose not to call him out right now.

He gave you a short peck and there he goes ....'probably gonna talk more shit about me' you thought to your self which and it made you feel like your heart was stabbing itself.

You went inside and sat yourself on the couch. The same couch where the love of your life talked shit about you being a clingy hoe. (Sorry I'm just over dramatic 😅)

About 5 mins later shawn came in and sat by your side.

"What happened baby?? What did your crazy boss do this time?" He asked while taking your hand in his and slowly stroking the back of your hand with his other hand but you didnt move.

"Nothing..just the usual..I have...work...just...I-!...I'm going to take a shower" you said. A slight frown appeared on Shawn's face. But he understood....some days you were like this when work really stressed you out.

'Maybe she doesn't wanna talk about it' he thought.

"Okay baby" he said and you stood up from the couch and before you walked 4 steps shawn caught your hand and pulled you into him.

He craddled your face in his warm huge palms that always made you melt like it wasn't even a big deal at all and kissed your lips sweetly.

You kissed him back but pulled away quicker that shawn would have liked which caused a small pout on his perfectly soft pink lips and all you wanted to do was kiss it away so that's what you did but quickly reminding yourself that he thinks your a clingy hoe and pulling away again.

"Let me kiss my girl properly first" he said smiling at you and you'd be lying if you said it doesn't do things to you even if your upset with him. How could he do this?!? One time he's saying he hates you and now he's all over you as if he really is?!?

"I'm tired shawn I wanna take a shower" you said while planting the same fake smile on your face. He frowned at you and them pulled you into a hug and you only dropped your hands low...not embracing the hug.

"Want me to join?' he asked playfully smirking at you and it literally made you feel all sorts of way but you knew it was all an act and he just.. thought you were a hoe.

"No I'm really tired shawn" you said now turning around and walking to the bathroom with tears forming real quick in your eyes.

"Okay... baby I'll start preparing dinner then" he said and you didn't fail to pick up the hurt in his voice. But why??? He doesn't care at all!! What a great ass actor?!? Your seriously doubting if you dreamed all that. But nah...its real..he hurt you.

You took a long ass shower washing yourself and feeling all your emotions get warmed up by the warm water and you just...started crying. You cried silenty under the shower where one couldn't distinguish tears from water. Maybe you were clingy. But that's only because you love him but why would he call you a HOE!?! Why?? Why would he disrespect you like that?? After 3 years of relationship, was your love for him making you look like a hoe??

After you got out of the shower, usually you would've just put on one of Shawn's hoodies and then go chill on the couch but today you just.. couldn't bring yourself to wear his clothes. So you put on one of your band t-shirts and some shorts and walked to the kitchen where Shawn had already prepared and put out dinner on the table and was waiting for your company.

He came to you with a toothless smile on his face which quickly dropped by half when he noticed you weren't wearing one of his clothes..but he didn't let it bother him that much or let's say... tried to act like it didn't bother him as much as it did. You still noticed it though..and it gave you a weird feeling.

He hugged you which again you didn't return.

"You smell so good!" He said pulling away from the hug and you gave him your half assed fake smile AGAIN.

Shawn was fully aware that something was wrong but he thought you'd tell him while having dinner.

He led you to the table and pulled the chair out for you like he always did and you both sat down to have dinner.

Awkwardness was all around the table.

You did not talk at all and even though shawn tried his best and asked you stuff to get you to talk about what's wrong or let's say..make it less awkward, all your replies were just..yes, no and silence.

After dinner you washed your plate and mumbled a goodnight that didn't feel like it was to ANYONE and went to sleep.

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It went like this for a few days.. you being extra awkward to Shawn and purposely avoiding him and distancing yourself from him and being really down. He was really sad and hurt and frustrated because he would ask you whats the matter and you would either tell him "nothing" or just shrug your shoulders. You didn't even look him in the eyes anymore. Shawn was really really confused and even more worried.

Well how could you talk to him?!? After all he called you clingy and annoying which means he doesn't want you around and also he called you a hoe.

One day Shawn came back from the studio and saw you reading a book on the couch. A small smile creeped on his face knowing that you were reading some sort of romance novel.

"What are you doing?" He asked while coming and sitting next to you.

You were pretty lost in the book so you did not see him coming in.

"Oh just a stupid book haha... I have to get back to work now.." you said and got up to leave only to walk two steps and stop at the mention of your name.

"Y/n" you turned around to see Shawn now standing up from the couch with a very hurt look on his face.

"I don't know why but I noticed that you've been purposefully avoiding me for a few days..why are you doing that?? What did I do??please talk to me.." He asked now looking straight into your eyes and you could see right in his eyes that he was hurt.

"What? I don't know what your talking abou..-!" You were cut of by Shawn showing his palm infront of your face.

"Y/n stop...you know what you've been doing.....Is it me?? Did I do anything wrong?? Please talk to me.....you can always talk to me you know" he said now reaching for your hand but the moment his hand touched you you shook it away and backed off like he attacked you or something.

Shawn looked at you as if his heart just broke.

"No shawn..you should've thought about that before calling me a clingy, annoying hoe" you said for once and stormed in your bedroom slamming the door shut.

Shawn followed right behind you and got the door shut right on his face.

"What are you talking about-!? I- I-..! Dont understand! I never called you any of that!" Shawn said now leaning on the door.

"Stop fucking lying shawn I heard you talking with connor and Brian that day and you called me all those things!!" You barked from the other side of the door.

"Shit! Baby I can explain! Please open the door for me! I swear I didn't mean for you to hear it!" He said now banging on the door.

"Of course you didn't! And Explain what?!? That I'm being delusional and maybe even say some half assed lies?? How did I ever believe that you love me?!? Maybe I am clingy...But you called me a hoe!!"

"No baby please listen! I know it would've sounded so very wrong but just wasn't being serious! We were just joking around and I said that" he tried to explain and it did not even harm a hair of your anger.

"Haha what are you saying shawn?! That would never convince anyone! Try harder with your lies and leave me the fuck alone!" You said.

"Baby please believe me.. you are the most gorgeous and amazing women I've ever met and I could never ever say such things about you! I love you! Please believe me!" He said with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"I wish I could believe you shawn..but I actually heard this with my own ears.." you said.. now wiping your own tears.

"Please open the door for me I will explain it all please just...hear me out!" He said now bringing his hands to his face to catch the spilling tears.

You opened the door to him kneeling on the floor. You sat next to him resting your back on the wall.

After a few seconds he came and sat next to you..... Both of you staring at whatever that was ahead of you.

"Explain" you said.

Shawn wiped his tears and started talking.

"So...that day..you went to work and connor and brian came over and we were chatting on the couch and you know how connor loves you and me together like he ships us so hard haha so me and Brian were just pranking him and joking around so I just said I don't like you to prank connor....it sounds so fake...I know but that's the truth..I should've never said that..even if it was a joke I'm so sorry baby. You can even call Brian or Connor right now and ask them if you don't believe me " he said

By now you felt almost dizzy..you're so dumb!! 😬..you were making such a huge ass deal about this. OMG you're so stupid!! Wtf?? How could you be so stupid?? Like..all of this would've never happen if you just opened your mouth and talked to your boyfriend!!!!

"I..-! I'm sorry" you said, looking at Shawn who was already looking at you.

"I'm so so sorry baby I thought you didn't love me anymore I mean..I know I'm not that good looking and you could basically have any girl you wanted and I just-! I'm so sorry!! Ya know I always am terrified that one day I'll wake up and you don't love me anymore and I just-.... I should've just talked to you about this. Shit! I'm so stupid this is all my fault!!" You were full on crying right now and shawn just pulled you to his chest while you cried.

"Hey Don't say that!! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on and I can't even imagine living a life where you hate me and it's okay bubba I mean..if I was you this is exactly how I would've acted but from now on ..please talk to me if I did something that upsets you....I hate it when we cry" shawn said cracking a small smile.

"I'm sorry again" you said pouting your lips only for shawn to grab your face and kiss your frown away replacing it with a genuine smile, Something that has been lacking from your face for the past few days.

"It's alright now do you wanna make dinner or get Mc Donalds??"

You smiled at your sweet boy. He already knew the answer.

"Mc Donalds it is!"

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cherripeach · 3 years

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Chapter 9

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Chapter 1:1-4: Road work ahead? Uh yeah I sure hope it does.

Warnings: Curse words, jokes about committing crimes

Words: 4.3k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

Waking up to a banging at your door only encouraged you to commit a crime. You had finally gotten an hour of sleep once someone began to bang at your door, and you had to go check it or else you would never be able to know who to put blame onto. Grim was also kicking you once you woke up, taking up the middle of the bed, mumbling something about the ghosts. You left the cat to nap upstairs if it meant he wouldn’t have to annoy you.

And going downstairs and walking to the door to hear the oh-so-arrogant Ace pleading to let him in made your day, “ It’s me, Ace… Can you let me in for a bit?”

You opened the door to find Ace standing there with a large collar around his neck which was something you’d never thought you would see, but here you are. And you can’t thank all of the fanfiction that led you to this moment because it did not prepare you for this.

“Ace,” You yawned at him, “It’s like three in the morning. What the fuck are you doing here?”

The male had more spunk than you and declared, “I’m never returning to Heartslabyul. I’m gonna be a member of this dorm from here on!”

You sighed and pointed to the couch, “Okay, the couch is yours.”

Ace paused for a second, “You're not gonna ask why. Aren’t you concerned?”

“As I have said before, it is three in the morning, and you just interrupted the only hour of sleep I have gotten in the last 36 hours about. Either you shut up and sleep on the couch, and I’ll deal with it in the morning or you leave and sleep outside.” All of this drama was giving you a headache so you rubbed your head to get it to go away while motioning to Ace to sleep on the sofa.

Ace got situated on the sofa and thanked you, “I owe you one, supervisor.” Within the minute he passed out.

You headed back upstairs to see Grim still in the middle of the bed, and you just fell into the chair trying to go back to sleep.

You never did.

Once the sun came up at maybe seven o’clock, you got out of the chair to go downstairs. Grim woke up once he saw you move and made grabby hands for you to pick him up while he yawned. You ran to the bathroom once you had Grim in your arms and placed Grim down on the countertop of the bathroom so that you could put back on your cloak and brush your teeth (there was a toothbrush in the bag of food that the Headmaster gave you). You spit out the toothpaste and gazed in the mirror to find your hair a little less of a mess than before but your face worse; the dark circles and maybe even acne could maybe be considered trendy and so you just went with it.

You grabbed Grim and trudged downstairs to find Ace still asleep on the sofa with a towel thrown over him.

You turned on all the lights and sweetly ripped the towel off him to persuade him to wake up which did not work, so you pulled his hair. That did the trick in five seconds with him moaning and groaning about how you should be kind to your oh-so fragile friend.

You slumped into the chair with Grim laying on your legs across from Ace staring at him as Ace rubbed his eyes and yawned while sitting up.

“So why did you get kicked out?” You asked.

Ace pulled on the collar, “I ate a tart.”

“Okay… what kind?” You probed.

“Strawberry.” His gaze shifted down before it flew back up, “Wait, why is that important?”

“I don’t know. Was just curious.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Whatever,“ Ace shook his head, “But that’s all that I did! Only that! I got hungry, so I went to the dorm’s kitchen. The tart was just sittin’ right there inside the fridge. And like, three whole ones! That’s why…”

~~~~ A good old flashback montage was set up with Ace in a kitchen with no lights on:

Ace was mumbling to himself, “ It’s only the first day and I’m so tired~ I missed dinner, so I’m very hungry. Wonder if there’s anythin’ in the fridge... Oh, found a tart! Looks delish~!There’s a lot, so I’m not sure if I can finish it all Thanks for the food~ Whoa, what the heck?! It’s so good!”

He ended up eating the entire thing.

“Of course, it would be delicious. After all, anything that Trey makes is bound to be exquisite.” A new voice emerged belonging to a short, young man.

“Nah, man, this is something else! It’s better than the ones at the shops…” Ace nodded his head before his eyes widened while he spun around, “Wha– Prefect?!”

The short male pulled out a pen from his pocket, “Quite the boldness you have there for touching something that belongs to me. Queen of Hearts Rule #89: ‘You shall not eat tarts prepared for the Queen ahead of her.’ Larceny of the Queen’s tarts is a capital crime!” He pointed it at Ace and yelled, “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

“AHHHHHHHH!” Ace now had a collar around his neck making his head weigh more than it normally would which is still too much for a normal head. ~~~

“And that’s what happened…” Ace turns to you with a look of defeat.

You pause thinking of the correct words to say when Grim jumps on the table.

“You’ve only got yourself to blame,” He wagged his finger at Ace.

You rolled your eyes, “Honestly-”

“But ain’t it overreacting to seal my magic just ’cause I ate his tart?!” Ace interrupted you, “It’s practically the same as tying my hands and my feet! Plus, there were three whole ones! He can’t possibly finish all of those! There’s a limit to how heartless he can be!”

You put your hand up flat in Ace’s view, “Dude, for one thing, rude. Don’t interrupt me. Next, both of you are at fault. He can’t be an asshole and take away your magic for this, but you also shouldn’t have taken his food. I would have smacked ya if you had taken mine.”

“But..” Ace turned to Grim.

Grim placed his hand on his chin if that’s what you would call it, “Ah! Wait a second... If there were three whole tarts, they might’ve been prepared for the party, yanno? Like for someone’s birthday? Man, I’m such a great detective, huh!“

“Birthday?” Ace tilted his head.

You responded, “Maybe not even a birthday, but a welcome party. Something that would open up the school year. Eating an entire cake for that is kinda bad, dude.”

Ace pouted, “uh... I came here thinking that you’d agree with me about the Prefect being a little tyrant…”

“I mean, he is. But you aren’t exactly a rule follower either. Neither of you are fully at fault and neither of you are out of blame.” You motioned to him.

Grim agreed, “You are at fault for eatin’ his food.”

You shrugged, “We can try and apologize, but the best action would be to get him another tart. He is the dorm leader, so you should probably try and suck up to him.”

“Grudges over food are scary. Ah! Speaking of which, I still haven’t received my canned tuna from the Headmaster!” Grim turned to you and began tugging on your cloak repeatedly.

Ace scowled at Grim and you, “I get it. I just have to apologize, right? You suggested it, so you better come with me, Prefect…”

You rolled your eyes and nodded at him.

Grim started another opinion, “Were you here-”

Until a knock on the door interrupted him.

Ace jumped up and ran to the door while dodging dust that was falling from the ceiling shaking, “What the, who the hell’s pounding on the door so early in the morning? Ugh...! This dorm’s seriously raining dust! Got it, got it! I’ll open the door, so don’t break it!”

A laugh burst from your lips, “Imagine having to live in it.”

Ace made it to the door right before another knock caused the house to shake and more dust to fall.

“Shut up!” Ace yanked the door open, “Deuce! What are you doing here?!”

Hearing Ace’s reaction to who was at the door you stood up and dragged yourself over to him, “Deuce can’t possibly be here at this hour-” And standing right in front of Ace was a perfect uniform Deuce with no problems besides slightly red cheeks and heavy breathing.

Deuce straightened himself up when he met your eyes but then, turned to look at the kid next to you, “I knew I would find you here.”

“Deuce??” Both you and Ace were clearly lost.

“I heard about the situation from our roommates. You ate the Prefect’s tart, so now you’ve got that collar on, haven’t you? You’re an outright idiot.” Deuce’s lecture was not helping at all by the looks of Ace curling both his hands into fists trying not to punch him.

Ace snapped, "Shut it! I don’t wanna hear that from you!” He shrunk back soon enough, “ So... Is the Prefect still mad at me..?”

Deuce shook his head, “Not completely. He’s in an irritated mood and about three people who didn’t follow the waking up routine suffered the same fate as you.”

“‘Not completely,’ my ass! He’s totally mad!” Ace whirled to you, “Prefect, can’t you please come and help me. He can’t get mad at you.” He stuck his bottom lip out and fluttered his eyelashes.

You grinned at him, “You aren’t getting out of this you big baby I won’t help you at all, but I’ll be there for moral support.”

Ace sighed, and that began the journey for you three to go to the dorm with Hearts in its name because you really don’t know the name.

You three were on the same street where Grim almost blew up a statue by the time a new conversation started.

Grim had decided to not latch onto you like a leech and instead walk by himself in front of you announcing that, “Hey! Make way, make way! I, a full-fledged Night Raven College student, is passing through!” and pulling at his collar, “Look at my collar! My collar is totally awesome compared to yours!” and then, turning to Ace to boast, “And you can’t use your magic now, can you? Guess I can have you cleaning the schools as part of your chores or something? Nyaha, this feels so good.”

“I love being surrounded by assholes.” Your eyes did not reflect the smile on your face instead they seemed to be empty and hollow.

Ace puffed out his chest, “You better remember this when I get my magic back.”

Deuce shook his head, “The Headmaster just scolded you for a ruckus you caused yesterday, remember? In any case, you won’t be able to attend classes since your magic has been sealed. How about you go and apologize to Prefect Roseheart so he can take that off?”

You nodded, grabbing Ace’s collar, “That's exactly what we were doing. Isn’t that right, dumbass number two?”

“You have me numbered?!” Ace shook to get out of your grip but you just smiled and tightened it while many other students who were passing by observed your group.

Grim voiced his thoughts, “I mean. We still have time before the next class. Plus, I’m interested in the other dorms. Let’s go observe while we watch Ace apologize.”

Ace pulled on your hands while using his legs to try and kick Grim who just chuckled and backed away, “I’m not some kinda exhibit, damn it!”

The three of you continued with Ace being dragged behind you to the ‘Mirror Chamber’ or something as Deuce said.

It was the wack place with seven large mirror gateways or something. Deuce headed to one that was slightly in the middle with a plaque shaped like a heart with a crown on top. Deuce motioned to that gate with his eyes on you as if he wanted some praise. You used your hand to ruffle his hair and then pat his head while he tilted his head further down and fidgeted with his hands.

He faced the gate and began to walk through. You followed him with Grim and Ace behind you.

Grim leaped in front of you to gape in awe of the dorm, “Whoa~! This is super fancy! It’s completely different from our dorm!”

You nodded, “It looks like it does not violate any health codes.”

A voice gulped from the maze of roses, “Oh, no. I gotta hurry and paint these roses red.”

“Oh, someone’s over there.” Grim pointed to the exact place you heard the voice.

The three of you walked until you found a male with a bucket of paint at his feet and a ladder to the left of him….. or right- directions were never your forte. The male was around average build and height with neck-length light orange hair, some pulled back. He also had earrings on, giving you somewhat e-boy vibes but not all the way. There was also a little diamond on his left cheek. There is definitely a word to describe his aesthetic, but you cannot put your tongue on it. (He gives you the vibe that he would get a tongue piercing for fun (or that he already has one))

He didn’t notice you until Grim tripped over a bucket of paint, causing you three to scramble to clean up his mess.

The male spun around to stare at the four of you trying to clean up the paint off the grass, “Hm? Did you guys need something?” Certainly seeing two teenagers one with a cloak and a rat’s nest and another who looked very similar to a mix of a delinquent and a perfect student scooping up paint would put anyone through a state of shock.

You had let go of Ace when you fell to the ground to clean up the paint, letting him sit criss cross style right behind you and Deuce so that he could be the calm one to ask, “What’re you doin’?”

The male motions at the bush, “This?” He then places one hand on his hip and the other grabs the magic pen from his blazer pocket, “As you can see, I’m painting the roses red.” He winked in the direction of your group.

You paused picking up the goopy paint to gaze incredulously at the male, “wHO the fuck paints roses? Isn’t that like not good for plants?” However, a memory was pulled from your mind from the movie Alice in Wonderland where the cards were singing a song about painting the roses red, and you could only compare the movie to this and find that there is a connection between both. You even thought back to the moments when Ace was describing the ‘Great Seven’ or whatever and mentioned the Queen of Hearts.

Deuce knocked you out of your gorgeous analytical skills, “Yeah! Why do such a thing?”

“Hm~ Your reactions are so fresh it’s kinda cute~!” The male observed all four of you and continued, “Now that I look at you closely, you guys are the freshies who totally wrecked the 10mil chandelier and caused a ruckus yesterday.”

Ace pouted behind you, “I feel like they won’t let the chandelier thing go until we graduate.”

You nodded at him, “Def.”

The male snapped his finger then pointed at Ace, “Ah, and you’re the super sinful kid who stole the Prefect’s tart! I’m so lucky to meet the rumored freshies so early in the morning~♪”

You chuckled at Ace, “It seems that what you did might be more of a concern.”

The male pulled the three of you up and fished a phone out from somewhere in his blazer, “Hey, hey~! Let’s take a pic together!” He situated the three of you in a line where he then grabbed Grim and placed him in your arms. He put the phone on camera and flipped it so it was aiming toward you five. Even though nobody was ready besides him he still snapped several pictures before letting you four go, “Yay~! Hey, can I upload this? I wanna put hashtags so tell me your names.” The male did not even give you time to consent to this picture, but he also did not seem like the type to take ‘no’.

Deuce spoke out first, “I’m Deuce Spade.”

Ace went next, “Ace.”

Grim who was still in your arms because of the male announced his name, “I’m Grim and that’s my follower,” He didn’t even state your name.

You just sighed and told the orange haired male your name, and then apologized for all of the problems your little group has caused.

The male was just fidgeting with his phone not even paying any attention to you, but once a noise came from his phone he looked up at all of you, “Alright, upload done~♪ Oh, I’m Cater Diamond, a 3rd year. That makes me your senior~ Call me Cater-kun, okay? Cate’s fine, too~♡ Heya, heya”

You just wanted to get this whole experience over with, “Sure, senior-dude.”

Cat turned to you and tried to start a decent conversation, “Oh, you’re the new prefect for Ramshackle Dorm! I’m surprised you can live in a place like that~! It’s so dark, and I feel like something’s gonna pop out~ I feel for ya”

“I don’t need your pity but thanks.” You smiled at the male holding back your urge to leave the conversation.

Grim crossed his arms, “This guy’s being pretty rude.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t be standing here and talking! The party’s the day after tomorrow. It’s off with my head if I’m late.” Cat walked in the direction of the flowers he was working on before everyone entered, “Hey, hey, freshies~ Can you help me with painting the flowers?”

Ace shook his head, “Why’re you doing somethin’ so strange?”

“And why do we have to help anyway.” You were getting a headache from this conversation alone.

“I mean, won’t it be more photogenic if the roses were red for the party~?” The orange head leaned back with his hands behind his neck while whistling, “I’m really busy because I’m also in charge of coloring the flamingos for the croquet match~”

Grim barked, “Dying the flamingos?! That’s a pretty weird job.”

“So, the tarts that Ace ate were to be used for the Prefect’s birthday party? I see now.” Deuced muttered out to himself in realization, “So that’s why he was so mad…”

“What?” Cat made an ‘X’ sign with his two arms, “That’s not it.”

Ace interrogated the senior, “It ain’t?! Then whose birthday is it?”

Cat shook his head, “It’s no one’s birthday. The day after tomorrow is our Dorm’s legendary Unbirthday Party. It’s a tea party that the Prefect felt like doing, so he chose a day that doesn’t fall on anyone’s birthday.” The male grabbed his pen and began to mumble something before a light came out of the pen which he then flicked onto the roses.

Ace did not want to finish the conversation, “The hell’s that?”

“In any case the reason can wait.” He waved his hand back and forth motioning to your group to join him, “You just have to help me paint the roses!” He turned his vision away from what he was doing to look at your group, “Deuce-chan and Grim-chan can use magic, right? Ace-chan and Prefect can’t use magic, so here’s a paintbrush~” He pulled two paintbrushes out of nowhere and gave them to you and Ace

Deuce and Grim started panicking and asking Cat all sorts of questions about magic and changing the color of a rose, but you just gazed at the paintbrush in absolute confusion.

“Wait, where is my consent in this?” It seemed no one would ever listen to you.

A song filled the air once the three with magic got to work, causing you to twist your head in every direction to find where it was coming from. It did not affect any of the others as they were still working on painting the roses. The four even had at least two different conversations about the roses to the beat of the music where the music would quiet and slow down for them. This further confused you until Cat yelled at you to “Get to work because I am not getting younger here.” So you lept to work and ended up only painting one still in pure shock from the fact that only you can hear the music.

Once the music stopped and Grim tugged your arm to get you to move to a certain section of the mush where he announced his accomplishments, “Behold! I made them all red this time!”

You clapped and snorted out, “Congrats, oh, Great Grim.” However, it didn’t really seem to offend him even with your blandness as he just skipped over to join Ace and Deuce to get back to work.

The music returned after that.

The three troublemakers of your group were in a conversation with the senior talking about “tradition” or something like that. You just tried to get another rose painted before school started.

You finished the rose and joined the part of the conversation when Ace asked Cat, “Oh, that’s right. I don’t have the time to be standing here. I got something to discuss with the Dorm Head. Is he still inside?”

You slapped your forehead and muttered, “Of course, we forgot that.”

“Hm? I think he should still be there…” Cat put his chin in the middle of his thumb and pointer finger, and then he made a finger gun motion to Ace, “By the way, Acey who stole the Prefect’s tart~ Have you brought some tarts to make up for what you took~?”

“Eh? I came straight here, so I got nothing…” Ace even pulled his pockets inside out to emphasize that he has nothing.

“Oh, man~ Izzat so? Then, since Rule #53 of the Queen of Hearts states that “You have to replace things that you stole.” I can’t let you back in the dorm.” Suddenly, a glare was on Cat’s face as he grabbed his magic pen.

A bolt of lightning struck the ground next to Ace’s feet. “Huh?! What the heck?!” Ace jumped back to join your group who were all slowly walking away from this situation.

Cater twirled his pen in his hand, “You have to follow the rules if you’re staying in this dorm. If I let it slide, then it’s off with my head, too. Sorry, but I’ll have you leave before Riddle-kun notices.” The pen was now pointing at your group.

Ace stepped behind you, “Wha—He looks totally serious…! You guys, do something!”

“Why me?” Deuce looked flabbergasted at the male.

Ace connected his hands and fluttered his eyelashes in Deuce’s direction, “I’m begging you! I can’t use magic right now–!”

“Fine, fine, fine. You just owe me one.” You threw your hands up in the air in defeat just wanting to get this over with.

“Ah, here he comes!” Ace bellowed out.

The battle commenced between Deuce, Cater, and Grim, but your idiots seemed to be losing. While their attacks were hitting Cater, he popped back up almost as quickly as he fell. The three were slowly pushed back and back into the hedge behind all of you, shoving you up against it while Ace was right in front of you.

You solved him off, “Get off! We aren’t gonna win, so let’s get out!”

The three heard you, nodded, and followed swiftly behind you.

Ace grumbled, “What’s with that guy?” He shook his head while all three of you walked out of the rose maze.

Deuce tilted his head, “He came standing back up no matter how much we hit him. Is it illusory magic, I wonder…?” He raised one of his eyebrows because shaking his head.

“Maybe he’s just trying to be an ass,” You just giggled from where you were walking behind the two idiots while Grim was on your shoulder. Both of them were lowkey panicking from what you could tell.

Ace stomped his feet and threw his hands up in exasperation, “I can’t get back in without a tart, right? I’ve been empty-handed since forever, man. He kicked us out after he made us help with the flowers, too!”

“I’m disappointed.” Grim crossed his arms while he was on your shoulder.

You narrowed your eyes, “In who, Grim?”

“Then, we’ll have to prepare some tarts to make up for it. After school would be” Deuce clenched his fist, but then looked at his watch and screamed, “—Ah!!!! This is bad!!!!”

“Huh?” You and Grim were puzzled by the boy’s sharp and erratic movements.

He grabbed your hand and started to jog while staring at his watch, “This is bad, it’s way past call time! We’re going to be late!”

“It's not the end of the world” You brushed your hand through your hair.

Grim jumped off your shoulder and started to run in front of you, “Uwah! The first day of my shining school life will be tarnished! Let’s hurry to the classroom! Come on!” He pulled on your cloak to get you moving.

“Oh, no late on the first day.” You placed both of your hands around your mouth as if you were making a surprised or scared face, “At least I showed up to class.” You rolled your eyes.

“Speaking of, what’s your class?” Ace faced you questioning, “You’re a 1st year, right?”

Grim nodded his head, “The Headmaster said we’re in Class 1-A!” He smirked at you.

“Wait, when did he say that?” Your eyes widened and you halted your step. “Did he ever say that?”

“Right after he gave you the ghost camera thing,” Grim shook his head.

Deuce hit his open palm with his fist, “Oh, then we’re in the same class.” He took out his schedule, “First period is all about Magical Alchemy.”

Grim pumped up his fists, “Yahoo! That sounds fun!”

“I can't use magic, remember? Am I gonna be okay…?” Ace whined while biting his thumb’s nail.

“Definitely. It’s probably just syllabus week anyway.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Also what’s magical alchemy?” You hope it's something that makes explosions.

And the three of you were off to your homeroom of the day, starting your high school career at Twisted Wonderland with these idiots.

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Workplace Lover Pt. 3

This story is the final part from Workplace Lover part 1 & part 2.

It had been a few months since I last hung out with Ron outside of work, things between Alton and I had basically died after our last conversation. We were cordial while we were at work and only spoke outside of work when it was work related. Ron was in the process of getting a new job and that was a bit bittersweet because other than us not hanging out as much now then I wouldn’t have anyone to help me get thru those tough days at work. He would always tell me that nothing would change between us, but I knew it would change because with his new job, I knew that he wouldn’t have as much of free time to hang out.

We were working at a local store on Ron’s last day and I wanted to hurry up and end early because I had set up a lil going away office party for him. Things were going great until Alton decided that he wanted to be petty and fuck up everything he was counting. It was becoming very annoying because I knew he was doing this shit on purpose. After another 20 mins of recounting I finally told him to leave because he was no use to me at that moment. I should have known that would cause a problem between us later, but I would deal with that when it came. Eventually, we got thru the rest of the counts and made our way back to the office for the party. Of course, my workday wasn’t over just yet because I had to close out the store we counted, that caused a problem with Ron. He cussed me out more times than a little bit until I gave in and decided to finish the work when I got home that night.

The party was not all that great at first, everyone was being a bit uptight because we were still on company property. All that went out the window when Doris came in with a few gallons of Daiquiri's, things began to loosen up and then it became a real party. Music was blasting, food was served, and everyone dancing and having a good time while we had the opportunity. While I was talking with some of our coworkers, I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around it was Alton standing there looking at me like he wanted to fight.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He said to me just above a whisper.

“Ok but if you about to start some shit then you can save your breath because I’m not about to deal with this bullshit right now.” I said looking him directly in his eyes. We walked down the shopping center where our office was in, once we were away from the crowd, we stopped, and the silence was starting to annoy me. “So, what you wanna talk about Alton?”

“About this thing between us and how I felt played you sent me home today for no reason at all.”

“Are you serious right now dude, you know exactly why I sent you home, it was because you were purposely fucking shit up because you knew what we were doing today for Ron. Now as far as this thing between us goes……… it should have been clear to you by now but in case it isn’t then let me be clear. The most we can ever be is coworkers, nothing more, nothing less, you have a lot of issues that I’m not willing to deal with from a nigga I’m dating or in a relationship with. Your jealousy is a tad bit scary and I have been down that road before and I can’t afford to do it again.”

“So, you are saying that because I was a little overprotective of you, it was mistaken for jealousy?”

“It’s a major difference between protecting and jealousy, what you were showing me, and your actions was not protecting me at all, it was all jealousy. That’s just the beginning tho because you also have very controlling ways as well and in case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not a puppy or some other form of animal that you say sit or stay and I obey your command Alton.”

“Man, you are tripping for real now with all these lies and shit you spitting out yo mouth, you know good and damn well I’m none of those things.” He said squinting his eyes at me.

“If you say so but you and I can be nothing past coworkers, I would say we can be friends, but we saw where that lead us and now are we done here because I have a party to get to?”

“I guess dude, but I still feel you dead wrong for telling lies about me.”

“Alton, nothing I said was a lie you know it and I do as well.” I said trying to walk away but he stopped me by grabbing my arm. “Alton…... don’t put your hands on me.” I said jerking my arm away from him.

“My bad Jaye but you always walking off from me when I’m trying to get to the bottom of things between us.”

“The thing about that is this……. Yes, what we had was fun but it’s over now because you can’t get a grip on your jealousy and wannabe controlling ways. All that came after I told you about some of the things I went thru. That was the thing that made me conclude that we are not meant to be together and that’s the part you not seeing.”

“How about we start over and go back to the beginning?” He asked touching my arm.

“How about not……... I’m not trying to go there with anyone right now, I have to much going on so thanks but no thanks.” I said and turned around, walked off, and resumed the party that was going on.

About 4 months had passed since the going away party and since I last heard from Alton, I still talked to Ron almost every other day and made plans that we almost never kept. The weekend before my birthday I wanted to go out and do something I didn’t do since I was a little boy and that was fish. I asked Ron to come but he told me he had to work so I just invited a few of my cousins instead. I made it to the spot where we were supposed to be meeting up at, I was a bit surprised that I was the only one that made it early because I was usually the one that was late. I sat in the car for about 10 mins before I saw another car pulling up, when it got near me, I saw that it was my cousin.

“About damn time you showed up; I was starting to think nobody was going to come.” I said to her once we got out our cars.

“Shut up I had a long night……. Don’t ask.”

“I guess but let’s get started so I can collect on that bet.” I said laughing.

“I don’t know why you would want to bet me knowing I’m going to crush yo ass on catching these fish.”

“I hear ya but make sure you have my funds bitch.” I said laughing as we got our stuff set up for the day.

Half the morning went by and we were what and what with the amount of fish we caught. I was reeling in the last fish I caught when I heard another car coming from behind us. I didn’t bother looking back because I knew it was probably the other cousin that was supposed to be here hours ago. I went to put my fish in the cooler and looked back to see the car that pulled in wasn’t my cousin, it was Ron. He walked up to where we were and looked at us like we were crazy.

“I thought you had to work with yo lying ass.” I said throwing a piece of ice at him out the cooler.

“I know you aint just throw that nasty ass ice on me……… and I did have to work but I left early so I could come out to this raggedy ass place.” He said sitting in my chair.

“Well shouldn’t I feel lucky that you actually made time for your friend.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You should bastard, I didn’t have to waste my gas and since we are talking about that, wasn’t it you the one cancelled on me the last few times?”

“You fucking liar.” I said and he burst out laughing.

“I swear if I didn’t know any better……. I would swear yall were an old married couple as much as yall be into it.” My cousin said reeling in another fish.

“Because he is an asshole.” I said throwing my reel back out into the water, once my reel was secure in the water, I attempted to sit down but instead I hit the ground hard. “You are such a bitch bruh.” I said looking at them both laughing.

“That’s what yo ass get for talking shit.” We stayed out for a few more hours before my cousin conceded defeat, paid me the bet and left to go home. I was packing up my things with Ron when he pulled me into a headlock. “What else you want to do today punk?” He asked while I was still in the headlock.

“I might be going to jail if yo dumbass don’t let me go.” I said pinching him in the side. “But I don’t have anything planned but going give these fish to one of my uncles and then go home.”

“Boring ass, let’s go out and get fucked up bruh.” He said.

“Ok but I’m not driving and also you know you have to get permission from your boo first.” I said laughing.

“You do know I’m a grown ass man, right? Plus, we not on good terms right now anyway.” He said shaking his head.

“Being sprung have nothing to do with being grown it just mean you forgot how to be a man, and when are yall on good terms?” I said while getting in my car.

“Nah that’s your territory messing with them lame ass niggas but I’ma be over at 8 so be ready.” He said mushing my head.

“Put yo hands on me again and I’ma tase yo ass bitch.”

We both left from where we were, I went to go get rid of the fish we caught but got held up talking to my uncle as per usual. When I looked at the time it was approaching 5 o’clock and I still haven’t made it home yet. I finally reached my house after about 5:30, I still needed to take a shower and pick out some clothes for tonight. After taking a shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to my closet to find something to wear. I picked out my clothes and went laid across the bed, I didn’t plan on going to sleep but my body had a different agenda than I did. I was woken up by someone banging on my door like they had lost they damn mind. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was because it was only one person, I know who would do stupid shit like that.

“I swear you act like you aint got the sense God gave a mule.” I said swinging the door open and looking at Ron.

“And I’m sick of yo ass always late for every damn thing and why the hell you don’t have on clothes Jaye?” He said looking at me and shaking his head.

“Because I dozed off after I showered, but it won’t take long for me to get dressed.” I said walking back to my room.

“You say that shit all the time and it still take you over an hour……. Hurry up.” He said throwing a pillow off the couch at me.

“Shut the fuck up, and I told you about coming over here fucking up my house.” I went into the room and begin looking at the outfit I chose to wear. I decided to change it up a little but nothing to major, I grabbed my phone and started playing music to get me in the mood for the night. I put on my playlist and began getting dressed, no sooner than I slid on my underwear, I heard Ron in the living room talking loud ass hell. I paid him no mind because his girlfriend always found a way to make him feel guilty about having fun or doing things without her. I looked down and realized that I was ashy as hell, I grabbed my lotion and began putting it on.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you got a girl booty?” Ron said from behind me.

“If you don’t get the fuck outta my room talking bout nonsense.” I said trying to cover myself up.

“You need to hurry up because I most definitely need a drink now.”

“Go look in the cabinet…… I think I have something in there you can drink……... I know how you get stressed when she grabs you by the balls.” I said laughing.

“You always running yo gums about shit you don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said irritated, I looked back at him and could see the frustration on his face.

“Aww I’m sorry sweetheart you want a hug.” I said holding my arms open, he laughed and shook his head.

“You not about to touch me while you half naked, now get dressed and let’s go.” He said about to walk out my room.

“Don’t hate cause I look better than yo bitch, now get out.” I said pushing him out my room, the next thing I knew, I felt a sharp sting on my right ass cheek where this nigga had slapped it. “You are a fucking bitch, I swear I’ma shoot you in the mouth.” I said rubbing my aching ass.

“I got something for a mouth but it aint no bullet.” He said before walking out my room.

After me getting dressed and taking the shots he fixed us, we got in the car and headed out. We were laughing and talking the entire ride to the bar, I was beginning to feel those drinks he made us that we drank before we left out. His phone kept going off interrupting almost every song that was playing thru his stereo, after about the tenth time, I was starting to get frustrated.

“Either you check it or put the fucker on airplane mode because this shit is annoying the hell out of me.” I said looking at him.

“That aint nobody but Jakayla, I told you we into right now, but I may have downplayed it a little.” He said.

“You wanna talk about it or not?”

“I will tell you later right now I wanna have fun and ignore that dumb shit.” He said as we pulled into the bar parking lot.

“I swear you do that shit all the time, like we haven’t been friends for a damn good while now.”

“Boy if you don’t chill yo overly sensitive ass out with all that……… I’ma talk to you about it but I’ma tell you when I’m ready.” He said laughing. I looked at him, popped him upside the head and got out the car before he could hit me back. Once we made it in the club, the first thing I wanted to do was go to the bar. Ron came to the side of me and nodded towards a group of people. Upon further inspection, it was most of my team from work.

I couldn’t tell you how many drinks I had or where they were coming from but, I was having the most fun I had in years. I looked across the dance floor and saw Ron dancing with some girl, I looked in another direction and saw his girlfriend walking thru the door. I knew this was about to turn out bad, so I broke away from the group and tried to get to Ron before she saw him. When I reached him, I leaned in and whispered in his ear that his girl just walked in.

“I know.” He said winking at me and going back to dancing with the chick. I smirked and went back across the club to the group. I didn’t know what he was planning nor did I care at that point. I went back to dancing with my friends when someone came up behind me and tapped me on the ass. I looked back and it was Jakayla- Ron’s girlfriend.

“Hey baby…… Happy Birthday!!!!!!!” She said hugging me.

“Hey, thank you, I didn’t know you were coming.” I said smiling at her.

“It’s your freaking birthday dude, I wouldn’t have missed this no matter what.” She said looking around the club. Then she started laughing, I followed her eyes as they landed on Ron dancing with that girl. “If he wanted to make me show my ass then he should’ve picked someone who wasn’t his cousin…… dumbass.”

“Girl he a mess and a half but come on I will buy you a drink.” I said walking with her to the bar. We sat down, ordered our drinks, and was laughing and cracking jokes when Ron came up and plucked my ear.

“I told you I was going to get you back……. What up Kay?” He said smirking at her, she looked at him and shook her head.

“I swear you are the dumbest nigga I know, you trying to make me act up by you dancing with some thot……. Maybe you should have pick someone other than your cousin I hang with every other day.”

“Jakayla nobody was trying to make you do nothing and if I wanted to, I could pull any chick in here I wanted so shut that shit up. Overly dramatic ass.” He said laughing and walking off towards the bathroom.

“I swear yall are a mess.” I said laughing and drinking out my glass, she was about to respond when her phone lit up. She looked at it and scoffed.

“I swear I can’t catch a fucking break man; this girl didn’t show up for her shift tonight so guess who have to go in.”

“I know all about that trust me……. when you have to go in?”

“In a few……... where is your lil boo at?” She said looking around the club.

“I don’t have a lil boo bitch you tried it.” I said laughing with her. Ron came back from the bathroom and joined us; Jakayla left after about another 20 minutes to go to work.

“You look drunk as fuck.” Ron said drinking my last drink.

“Didn’t you say we should get fucked up? And bitch you are buying me another drink with yo big head ass.” I said standing up.

“Fuck you, come on let’s hit up waffle house……. I’m hungry as hell and I know you aint got no food at yo house.” He said standing up as well.

“You buying? It is my birthday after all.” We left out and was driving on the highway when I looked over at him, he looked like he was in deep thought. I didn’t bother asking him what was wrong because I knew he wasn’t going to tell me anyway. Once we made it to waffle house, it was packed so we got our food to go because I was not about to sit in there around all those people.

After we finished eating, I was a bit more sober than I was before, now I was kinda sleepy. I looked over at Ron and this nigga was knocked out. I went into my room to get some clothes out for a shower when my phone buzzed. It was Alton wishing me a happy birthday, I replied, ‘thank you’ and went took a shower, I went into the second bedroom and pulled a pillow and cover of the bed. I went into the living room to see Ron still asleep on my couch. I tossed the cover and pillow to the side of him, I took off his shoes and helped put him in a comfortable position before going back into my room. I slowly started to fall asleep after spending nearly 20 minutes playing on my phone.

“Jaye?” I heard Ron yell from my room door scaring the piss out of me.

“Bitch I swear I’m going to fuck you up. You always doing something stupid.” I said throwing a pillow at him.

“Shut up…… I’m about to head to the house.”

“Ron it’s late and you’ve been drinking, just stay here and leave in the morning.” I said sitting up in the bed.

“I don’t have any clothes and I need a shower, I’m good now that I got a nap.”

“I have some clean shorts and tee shirts and I have underwear still in the pack now go take a shower and I will get them out for you. I don’t wanna hear yo damn mouth either.” I said getting out the bed to get the clothes. He didn’t say anything, he just rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the shower turn on. I hated being woken up because it would be hard as hell for me to go back to sleep. I got the clothes out for Ron, then I went into the kitchen to fix another drink. After I made it back into my room, I sat down on the bed and turned on a movie I knew I wouldn’t finish.

“Where the clothes at pussy?” Ron said walking into my room a few minutes after he finished showering with nothing on but a towel. I have seen him shirtless many times but him being practically naked in my bedroom put me in a daze. “Nigga did you hear me?” He said knocking me out my daze.

“Oh, umm right there on the dresser.” I said pointing to where I put the clothes. He looked at me and smirked before walking over to get the clothes.

“You aint fix me a drink?” I looked over to him just as he dropped the towel from his waist.

“Umm, I can fix you one.” I said trying to pretend I wasn’t looking at him. I got up out the bed and was walking to the door when he did something that I wasn’t expecting. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him. I didn’t know what he was up to nor did I care, the only thing I could focus on was his dick starting to harden on my ass.

No words were spoken for the next 20 minutes as we made out. The way he was making me feel in this moment was something I could and probably would never forget. His dick was huge, and I could barely fit it in my mouth, but I managed to do so with scathing him with my teeth. His moans were music to my ears and forced me to give him my best. I was surprised when he bent me over the bed and buried his tongue deep in my ass. He was eating my ass so good that I didn’t want him to stop. He continued to eat me for about 15 minutes before stopping and making me slide up in the bed. I reached over in my nightstand drawer and grabbed the lube I had stashed there from my last jackoff session.

He took his time and he was patient while trying to get his dick in me. Once we found our rhythm, I could see why Jakayla was so crazy over this nigga. He had me moaning so loud and I’m sure I probably spoke gibberish a few times as well. As I laid on my back, this nigga was fucking me like he had a point to prove. The more I scratched his back, the harder he went, after about another 20 minutes of him fucking my brains a loose, he pulled out of me and shot his nut all over my chest and neck area while moaning and jolting forward with each shot of nut. Once he started to calm down, he leaned down and kissed me while I caught one of the best nuts I ever experienced.

We cleaned up and cuddle for the rest of the night while talking about what happened. He told me he doesn’t know what made him want to try that with me, but he enjoyed himself more than he thought he would. Although he and I had sex several times after that, we decided to cut that part of our friendship out. We are still best of friends and we still hang out as much as we can considering our schedules conflict a lot. I will never forget those times we shared but I’m also internally grateful for Ron being in my life.

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platypanthewriter · 3 years

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My Yuletide Exchange fic!

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five Read them as I post here, or all at once in Ao3 under peterqpan! @harringroveholidayexchange <3

“Hey,” Steve whispered, against Billy’s lips, grinning, pinned to his locker with Billy’s fingers clenched in his jacket. "Hey, I, uh. I got the house to myself for a few days. Wanna—”

“They what,” Billy paused, pulling back to frown at him. “They went away for Christmas without you?”

“No,” Steve laughed. “It’s for business, y’know.” He was still smiling, but it didn’t look happy.

“You wanting a sleepover, Harrington?” Billy asked, laughing.

“Wanna unwrap you Christmas morning,” Steve said, and Billy’s blood all rushed to his dick without stopping to let him answer.

“...maybe I can sneak out,” he said hoarsely. He kissed his boyfriend again, breathing in the smell of wet hair care products, exhaust fumes, and melting snow.

Billy’s dad was late again, that night, and he, Max, and Susan chewed long and peacefully at the rubbery meat in her casserole, listening to tinny Christmas carols.

“Neil, uh,” Susan started, then swallowed. “I—I’m—he said to say—”

“Jesus, Mom, talk for yourself,” Max shot over, and Susan bit her lips together, watching her hands.

She sighed. “He has to go out of town,” she told them, and Billy and Max stared at her, Max’s mouth twitching.

“Wait, when?” Max asked, dropping her fork. “How long will he be gone?”

“He’ll be gone for a week,” Susan said softly, her eyes on the casserole bite she was smushing into her plate. “He’s leaving tomorrow—”

“He’ll be gone for Christmas?! Holy hell, best present ever,” she crowed, and Billy drew a breath, trying not to smile like a goon. He choked on his casserole.

The house was already decorated for Christmas—Susan had done it when they were at school—and Billy coughed into a poinsettia-themed napkin.

He slammed his fist into his chest as he rose and grabbed the phone, hauling the cord into the bathroom to dial. “Steve,” he panted into the phone, still coughing. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Hey, I can come. I can come for Christmas.”

“You can?!” Steve sounded startled, but delighted. “You—you want to come over here for Christmas? I don’t—there won’t be anything—I can try to cook a—”

“I’m not coming for dinner, moron,” Billy sighed, feeling his cheeks heat as he grinned. “Not into you for your cooking skills.”

“We should get pies or something. Or ice cream,” Steve said, laughing. “Are—are you sure you wanna—you don’t have to, I mean, I’m used to it, it’s fine, I didn’t expect you to—”

“I’m coming,” Billy told him, imagining Steve watching reruns of Family Feud and staring at the wall all Christmas day. “Shut up, doofus, I’m gonna be there, okay.”

“Gimme the phone, Billy!” Max shouted, kicking the door. “I need to call Lucas!”

He surrendered it as she brushed by him on his way out. Susan was alone at the dinner table, her head in her arms.

On Christmas eve, Steve wouldn’t stop prowling the house, so Billy finally grabbed him around the waist and spun him around. “The hell is your deal. You need walkies?”

Steve laughed, sliding his arms around Billy’s neck. “F’we got some food, we could have like a real Christmas, y’know.”

Billy squinted over Steve ‘TV dinners are food’ Harrington’s shoulder at the wall. “Whaddaya mean ‘food’?”

“...like a ham or something,” Steve mumbled, and Billy considered, swaying them around.

“...you wanna go to the store?” he asked, and Steve pulled away to see his face so fast Billy staggered holding him up. He looked delighted, and Billy sighed internally over his planned lazy day of sex. “I can make a pie or something,” he offered, and Steve hugged him.

Billy was stuffed in Steve’s old ski jacket, taking a smoke break behind the Bradley’s Big Buy while Steve bought the entire grocery store, when he heard a woman’s voice shouting, and some loud thumps. He leaned around the corner of the building into the wind to watch her smacking the pay phone around, and wondered which of her kids was getting the verbal beatdown, but then she stumbled back, wiping her face with both wrists, and turned to bang her fist against the hood of her snow-covered car. The wind tried to take her hat, and she smacked her hand down on her head.

He meandered towards her, checking his watch—Steve had been buying everything for ages, surely everything had already been bought— as she opened her driver’s-side door and climbed in, slumping against the steering wheel. The snow on her roof and window fell a little with the force of her slam, whirling away into the gray evening, but it started building up again almost immediately.

Her car didn’t move. Billy squinted, crouching, to look in her snowy window, and she just sat there, as the sun set on Christmas eve, huddled in her driver’s seat in the snow. Billy wandered over to knock on the driver’s side windshield, the salted road crunching underfoot.

She rolled it down and sniffled, and he squinted at her, fairly sure she was somebody’s mom. “Hello,” she said, wiping her nose with her wrist, but her eyes were suspiciously red and shiny. “I’m fine!” she said brightly, before he could ask.

“A—are you sure?” Billy asked, noticing her shivering, and the buildup of breath on the inside of the windows.

“Merry Christmas!” she said, her voice shaky, and he squeezed against her door as a car passed.

“Uh,” he said, and tried to weigh being nice, which Steve preferred, but which probably meant listening, against his instinct to call her bullshit. “Bullshit,” he said, raising his voice to be heard.

“I-it’s Christmas eve,” she gulped, and started to cry.

“Yeah,” he nodded, taking a last draw on his cigarette, and tossing it behind him into the snowy road. “Doesn’t look too merry, though.” She had to be one of the actual parents of Steve’s kids-by-monster-hunting, he was fairly sure.

“I’m sorry!” she yelled, more at the steering wheel than him, and flailed her arms. “This is—this is crap! Everything is—everything is crap, it’s gone to shit, I don’t—I don’t—”

“Uh-huh,” Billy said, raising his eyebrows. “Who were you tryin’ to call?”

“My kids!” she yelled, smacking the steering wheel again, which put her as probably the littlest one’s mom, he thought, since he didn’t think Henderson had a brother. Or Lucas, he thought, grimacing. You never know, look at me and Susan, maybe he looks nothing like her. She sighed. “And I’m out of dimes.”

“...I might have a dime,” Billy said, jutting his hip in order to dig around in his tightest jeans, the ones he’d worn thinking Steve would peel off him. He found a hole in his pocket, and sighed.

“It’s no use,” she groaned, clicking her lighter about eleven times trying to light a cigarette, until he gave up and grabbed his lighter instead, holding it out. Between the wind and her shivering so hard, he had to chase the end of the cigarette around, and she groaned, starting to snicker. “Oh, jesus. I’m gonna freeze to death on Christmas Eve.”

“I can’t give you one thin dime?” Billy laughed, catching a little of her hysteria, and laughing. He wiped a snowflake off his eyelashes, his cheeks completely numb.

“I have to get home,” she sighed, leaning her head back to blow smoke at the ceiling. “I got...I got dinner to cook…” she groaned, wiping her eyes. “...somehow.”

Billy stood up to frown at the front of the store. Every time the doors opened there was a wind-muffled riff of Jingle Bells or Winter Wonderland, and he looked up to see Steve still hadn’t come out. He sighed. “Maybe you can use the phone in there?”

She sniffled, nodding. “Probably.” She took a long drag and blew out, frowning at him, and rubbing her hands together. “...you one of Jonathan’s friends?” she shouted over the noise of a passing truck.

Hell no, Billy thought, and cleared his throat. “Steve Harrington’s.”

She raised her eyebrows, nodding. “What are you doing out this late? Just out offering women dimes you don’t have?”

Billy snorted, brushing the snow off his shoulders, and rubbing his arms. “That’s my plan, yeah. Nah, Steve’s shopping for tomorrow. I guess we’re burning a turkey.”

She blinked, and leaned closer. “What? ...you two are making a turkey? Here, come around, get in.”

“Uh,” Billy said, shoving his hands in his pockets, but he walked around and climbed in as she unlocked it, so she could roll up the window. “Y-yeah, he wants a turkey,” he said again, in the quiet of the car, watching her shiver. “I mean, Steve’s parents, they’re always out of town—”

“Oh, he’s going to your house?” she asked, smiling over. “That’s nice of your mom.”

Billy swallowed down she’s not my fucking mom, and it’s nothing to do with her, and fuck you, and settled on, “N-no. I’m going to his place.”

“Oh,” she nodded, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, trying to get her blood moving. “Slumber party. Well, kiddo, I wish you more luck than I have ever had, trying to cook turkeys.” She pulled her knees up, hugging them, and sighed. “First turkey ever I burnt the whole outside, had to open all the windows...carve it outside ‘cause of the smoke...but when we stuck the knife in, it was still bleeding. Goddamn...burn victim on the table. Nearly called 911 for the turkey.” Billy was snickering, but he nearly lost it as she sighed out a trail of smoke, and said, “It was so raw inside I nearly tried CPR.”

“Oh no,” he wheezed, leaning against the side of her car. “We can just eat mashed potatoes, I guess.”

“My mom suggested I try adding a little garlic,” she said, curling up tighter. “She meant powdered garlic. Powdered. We kept hitting raw garlic cloves in the mashed potatoes…”

Billy groaned into his arm, leaning against the side of her car, but couldn’t stop sniggering.

“Want me to go in and make a call?” he asked her, and she swallowed hard, her eyes welling up again. Billy froze, lifting his hands for some stupid reason.

“It’s no good,” she moaned into her knees, waving her cigarette around. “What am I gonna do?! Even if Jonathan comes and gets me, I can’t—I can’t cook—”

“...you didn’t get any better?!” Billy asked, startled, imagining decades of bleeding turkey corpses, like a battlefield.

“I did get better,” she snarled, waving the cigarette at him. “I did! It was...it was pretty okay last year, there were good parts! It was edible! But how the hell am I supposed to cook with no power, huh, answer me that, smartass.”

Billy blinked. “...your power’s out?”

“The storm,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “Knocked a tree over, broke the kitchen window—” she sniffled. “And now my car won’t start—” She laughed sharply, looking away, and crossed her arms. “Some mother I am, I can’t even keep the heat on.”

Billy climbed out, checking again for Steve, and he was finally there. “HARRINGTON!” he yelled. “HARRINGTON! Over here!” Steve stopped halfway to his car, frowning around, and Billy slammed the door and ran up as Steve was unloading like 900 bags of groceries into his car. “C’mere,” Billy said, “It’s—that kid’s—mom!”

“What?” Steve asked, squinting, and Billy leaned their heads together to hiss “—the monster house lady.” Steve stared at him. “Joyce Byers? She—there were just monsters, she doesn’t have a monster house—”

“Yeah, that one,” Billy agreed, rolling his eyes and yanking Steve’s arm until he came along to Joyce Byers’ half-buried car.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

“Oh yeah,” Billy told her. “You got your jumper cables, Harrington?”

“Always do,” Steve said, raising his eyebrows, before leaning to sweep the snow off her passenger window. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Byers.”

Billy was considering his holidays with Steve as he’d planned them—naked the whole time, and no cooking at all—and sighed, remembering Steve agonizing over the selection of potatoes. He knocked on the roof of her car. “We’ll bring his car ‘round, okay?”

“I’m the grown-up here!” she wailed, then closed her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah,” Billy told her, before walking around to put an arm around Steve. “So,” he said, talking in his normal voice, but it was like a whisper with all the wind.

“Sorry,” Steve told him. “I know you wanna get back, but I can’t just leave her there—”

“Hey, I called you over,” Billy hissed, and Steve grinned at him, his gaze dropping to Billy’s lips as he licked his own. Billy’s whole body warmed, and he wanted to just grab Steve Harrington and haul him behind the building and—he took a slow breath, willing himself to think about something else. “Uh, so. You don’t—you got no idea how to cook all this food.”

“I can figure it out!” Steve protested. “I can read—”

“And her kitchen just got smashed by a tree,” Billy continued. Steve’s mouth dropped open. “She’s got no power, and it’s cold, she said.”

Steve’s eyes were wide and worried, and Billy smashed the lid on the coffin of his sex weekend.

“Isn’t that kid of hers, like, ten? You gonna leave him with no heat on Christmas?”

“No!” Steve breathed. “Uh, that okay, though? I know—I know you wanted…” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows with a grin that was unfair, given the situation, and Billy elbowed him.

“I want you to have your damn turkey,” Billy growled. “Ham. Whatever.”

“I did also buy a turkey,” Steve admitted guiltily, and Billy kicked his ass lightly as it walked away.

When they got back to Joyce, she was starting to turn blue, so Steve bundled her into his passenger seat while they ran his engine. “Come for Christmas,” he said.

“What?!” she squawked.

“Bring...everybody,” Steve sighed, and Billy realized too late he’d doomed them to a whole day with the man Steve’s ex was dating. “Show me how to cook a turkey?”

Joyce opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, then groaned, tipping forward to lean against the glove compartment. “I invited Hopper,” she finally yelled, flailing her arms, and Billy started snickering at Steve’s frown of determination.

“But you don’t have heat,” Steve pointed out. “Invite ‘em over, I got a big-ass turkey. Eleven can hang out with Will.”

“I’m supposed to pick Will up from Dustin’s place,” she sighed into the door of the glove compartment, and Billy bit back a snicker, glancing at Steve—sure enough, when the pay phone rang through to the Hendersons, Dustin was appalled.

“You sayin’ I’m not invited, Steve Harrington?” he hissed. “You know what my mom’s got planned? I’m gonna be on the floor next to the cat, choking down some goddamn Fancy Feast, because you can’t invite your best friend to come to your stupid—”

Steve pressed the phone to his chest, and frowned at Billy, wedged against him in the relative warmth of the phone booth. “Dustin wants to come,” Steve said, as though Billy hadn’t heard him. Or met Dustin Henderson.

“So invite him,” Billy shrugged, rubbing his knuckles along Steve’s ribs, and wishing Joyce Byers wasn’t watching them from the car, blowing on her fingers. Steve licked his lips, watching him back, and Billy hissed, “Steve.”

“Right,” Steve said, jerking back to Earth, and lifted the phone again. “If you’re coming, you gotta bring food.”

“Mom’s not gonna let me make a mess, that’s why I gotta—”

“Bring food,” Billy yelled into the receiver, and hung up. He turned his face so Joyce couldn’t see, kissed his fingers, watching Steve’s face, and saw his adam’s apple jerk as he swallowed. Billy reached up and brushed the kiss over Steve’s jaw, and then elbowed the phone booth door open, stumbling back out.

“Love you,” Steve whispered, and Billy shushed him, bumping their shoulders together.

He’d been with Steve Harrington since the previous morning, and his cheeks hurt from smiling.

When they got back in Steve’s car, Joyce was starting to uncoil, going limp like her strings had been cut as she sprawled in front of Steve’s heat and defrost. Billy climbed in behind Steve, listening to Steve try to convince her to bring her kids over that night, to where there was heat.

Billy had a sudden thought. “Harrington,” he hissed, pushing himself forward to grab the back of Steve’s seat, “—we don’t have a tree.”

“Oh shit,” Steve whispered, his eyes wide, and Joyce started snickering at them. “Go get everybody,” he told Joyce, his jaw set. “We’ll get a tree.”

She just smiled at them, cocking her head, and then took a deep shuddery breath and rubbed her face. “Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll get Jonathan to bring some lights. We got a ton of Christmas lights—”

For some reason, Steve winced at this, but she reached over and squeezed his arm. She held it for a long second, then cleared her throat, and climbed out of the car.

Steve nodded, gripping the steering wheel of the car, and Billy barely waited for Joyce to turn away before he hugged Steve from behind, seat and all. “What’s your problem,” he asked, but Steve laughed softly.

“Just wanna kiss you,” he said, grinning in the rearview mirror.

Joyce’s car behind them sputtered to life, and they climbed out to disconnect the cables.

“Maybe don’t turn off the engine ‘til you make it to our house,” Steve told her, yelling as a car went by, and Billy’s heart thudded in his chest, sending his blood to his face and dick and nowhere else when Steve said our house. He tried to hide his face by turning back to Steve’s car and lighting a cigarette.

“Oh,” she laughed a little jaggedly. “It, um, it’s usually...fine. I just should have started it on my lunch break, you know. In this weather. I was a little…”

“We’re going to go get a tree,” Steve told her, firmly. “You have to bring everyone tonight and help us decorate it. I think I made ornaments in school once,” he muttered. “We could make ornaments?”

“You really don’t have to,” Joyce laughed, shaking her head, poised halfway in the car. “Just get a tiny one!”

“I’m getting a huge tree!” Steve hollered back, his feet spread like he was ready to fight for his ginormous tree, and Billy crunched closer through the half-packed snow on the sidewalk and grabbed him around the waist.

“Let’s go,” he whispered. “We gotta go actually buy it.”

“Bring lots of lights!” Steve was yelling at Joyce, who had her head on her steering wheel. It looked like she was...laughing, Billy hoped.

By the time Billy got the ENTIRE GROCERY STORE Steve had bought into the kitchen, Steve was in the front room with the twelve foot tree, trying to get the door they’d had to take off back onto its hinges. He’d drug out six dusty boxes labeled things like ‘galand’ and ‘ligt stands’ and Billy was wondering whether they were stands or strands when Steve came up behind him, sliding his arms around Billy’s waist, and kissing down his neck.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and Billy leaned into it, letting his head fall to the side.

It was warming again, with the door back in place and closed against the snow, and Billy squirmed around to face Steve, pulling him closer to kiss him open-mouthed before everyone showed up. “What’re you thanking me for,” he whispered.

“Helping me with this shit,” Steve whispered back, kissing him again. “Helping Mrs. Byers.”

Steve’s kisses always went straight to Billy’s dick, and he groaned, stepping a few inches back and clearing his throat. “Damn,” Billy said, hoarsely. “Well. You said it was our house,” he told Steve, smirking. “Gotta back up my man, right.”

“Oh shit, right,” Steve mumbled, and sighed. “Wish it was our house. They don’t need to come back,” he laughed, and it had the wistful note in it that had had Billy just about willing to climb out a window every damn day and just take whatever his dad dished out. “I’d rather have you,” Steve said, grabbing the back of Billy’s neck to yank him in for a quick peck on the lips before he stalked over to stare down at the boxes. “Next Christmas I just want you.”

“...careful what you wish for,” Billy told him, crouching to open a box. It contained cassettes, and Billy smushed the lid closed fast, but not fast enough, and in moments Steve had the house filled with John Denver and the Muppets.

“I’m going home,” Billy muttered into the next box, and then Steve grabbed him and spun him around on the hardwood floor of the front room, and Billy yelled “Fuck! Augh! Fuck you!” but Steve laughed, dancing around him until Billy submitted to ‘dancing’, trying to avoid Steve’s elbows, and not get his stockinged feet stomped by Steve’s bare ones.

“Don’t go home, babe,” Steve told him, laughing, and Billy sighed in his arms.

“...like I would.”

There were ornaments. Glass, mostly, and some cut-out plastic ones of Peppermint Patty and Charlie Brown. There was a glass stork that said ‘Baby’s first Christmas, 1966’, and one with a picture of Steve on Santa’s lap staring at the camera with huge stricken eyes like he was being flashed in a different sense of the word.

“Come on, help me get the tree up, first,” Steve told him, and Billy nodded, pulling one out with a picture of Steve’s mom and dad, maybe. They looked like movie stars in a glamor shot for a magazine, and Steve looked maybe four, staring into the middle distance. “Billy Hargrove,” Steve called, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Billeeeeeeeeeee.”

Billy bit his lips as he got to his feet, and threw his arm around Steve’s shoulders, squeezing him hard. “I’m here, I’m here. Too bad we can’t get the wood stove going.”

“Oh,” Steve blinked at it. “That’d be nice, huh. There are probably pellets somewhere. Now,” Steve said, leaning back into Billy’s chest. He steepled his fingers, and Billy registered that he’d dumped three of the other boxes out in a mess of stockings, lights, and a hollow light-up snowman.

“Our tree is too big for the tree stand I found,” Steve said, like that was a normal problem to have, and Billy started snickering again. “No, no, it’ll work,” Steve mumbled, eyeing the tree and the ceiling, “—I’ll hang it from the ceiling. On a wire. And—and we can stick it in a bucket. It’ll last longer,” he announced, “—like cut flowers!”

“When is Christmas, Harrington,” Billy whispered back. “Today is Christmas eve, so how long does the tree need to last? One day, Harrington. One.”

“It’ll work,” Steve hissed back, and Billy waved as his boyfriend went off to war, a soldier searching the garage for weapons in the fight against a twelve-foot tree.

“Be brave,” Billy called, and Steve flipped him off, shutting the garage door on “—our prayers go with you!” While Steve was gone, Billy ran his fingers through his hair, and sat down to check the lights, plugging each strand into the wall. He groaned at the two that didn’t work, and considered testing every bulb...and then tiptoed to the kitchen, and wedged them into the very bottom of the trash.

Steve returned triumphant, drill in hand, and Billy got the hell out from under the ladder, stomping off to the garage himself to find an extension cord for all the lights. When he returned, Steve was trying to balance the tree on top of the bucket, and Billy tossed the extension cord aside and ran to help, so Steve could climb the ladder and wire the damned thing to the ceiling.

It looked ridiculous. “Feel like I’m in a fucking Macy’s,” Billy growled, and Steve beamed at him.

“Yank on it!” he suggested, and Billy kicked the ladder. Steve swore, glowering down.

“I’m not yanking on your monster tree, you think I wanna die like a vampire, stake through my chest,” Billy muttered, and Steve jumped down and hugged him, his sweater warm, his face cold from the air in the garage. Billy groaned into his shoulder. “...we’re boning under this thing, right,” he asked, long-suffering, and Steve blinked, then nodded.

“Yeah, I mean,” he cleared his throat, biting back a smirk. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Billy sighed again, and set his shoulders. “Okay, then.”

“Fucking love you,” Steve said fondly, and Billy glared at him, and then the piles of lights.

“Yeah?! Yeah, you—you fucking better,” he hissed, when the knock came at the door.

Jonathan and Will Byers wandered in with sleeping bags to stare at Billy’s armload of lights, and he could hear Joyce’s horrified voice when she saw the massive ham in the kitchen, next to the turkey they could have shoved Will inside of.

“Steve’s possessed,” Billy broke it to them, and Steve yelled back something about the spirit of Christmas. Billy nodded slowly, raising his eyebrows at the Byers’, and saw them realize they were as doomed as he was.

“Uh,” said Jonathan, clearing his throat. “Lemme help with the lights?”

Here’s part two!

#Harringrove #found family #Steve wants Christmas #Billy wants him to have everything #Smooches under the tree

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bgyulix · 4 years

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— just another edgy teen rom com

-> pairing: min yoongi x reader

-> genre: bad boy!au, high school!au, slightly inspired by the end of the f***ing world

-> tags/warnings: domestic abuse, child abuse, underage drinking, implications of drug use, also they smoke some weed but only a little, smut in future chapters, suicidal thoughts, despite all these its rather soft and yoongi is whipped

-> word count: 2,896

-> summary: min yoongi is typically someone you’d avoid, and definitely not someone you’d want to run away from home with. OR: having an existential crisis together on a bus stop bench in the middle of the night was not exactly the meet-cute you’d always dreamed of.

-> a/n: here it is!! i hope you guys like it, and if you want to be on the tag list just ask! im thinking there’ll be three parts, but there might end up being four, we’ll see lmao

-> chapter: 1 | 2 | 3

You’d been hit one too many times that night. It was inevitable that it would happen eventually; that a perfectly angled slap or shove against the wall would knock something loose, and you’d end up lying on a bus stop bench like a homeless person letting your wounds fester in traffic fumes.

The cold metal of the dirty bench bit into your thighs and the part of your shoulders where your jacket had ridden down. It registered somewhere in the back of your mind that you could just adjust your jacket and maybe shimmy your shorts down a bit, but you ignored it. You were perfectly happy lying here freezing to death.

Somebody had stuck some gum in the corner of the roof. Maybe you should take it and chew it and get a disease or something. That might be interesting.

Two buses came and went. The night grew longer, and colder. Less and less cars went past. Your shitty little neighbourhood had never been the busiest, and eventually the streets fell quiet and empty, with only the sounds of traffic in the distance and a moth buzzing around a streetlight to keep you company.

The pain of the cut on your lip and your black eye dulled down to a steady throb. It almost felt separate from you, the part of you that cared and the part of you that didn’t two different people arguing with each other while you listened in.

You heard footsteps, trudging up the street through sludgy puddles. They reached the bus stop and hesitated, like everybody else had when they saw your depressed beat up ass suntanning in the dinky fluorescent light. The part of you that didn’t care won out yet again and you didn’t even bother to look up.

They came and sat at the other end of the bench, by your head. You could see a tuft of shaggy bleach blonde hair in your peripheral vision. They shifted and grunted, their voice surprisingly deep. A sigh, and then they simply sat next to you in silence, and you absently wondered if they were waiting for a bus, or if they were going to mug you, or if they were having as bad of a day as you were.

“Rough night?”

You finally managed to move, arching your neck and looking at them upside down. It was a guy, maybe your age, with a nasty scrape on his cheekbone, in a camo jacket smirking around a split lip. He looked vaguely familiar, like you’d seen him around before.

Stranger danger! the little voice in your head that was still sane yelled at you. You ignored it.

“Yep,” you said.

“Yeah,” the guy muttered, “me too.”

He thumbed at his lip. It was bleeding a little.

“What happened to your face?” he asked.

“I got punched, I guess. What happened to yours?”

He snorted. “I got punched, I guess.”

“Welcome to the club, then.”

You settled back down, staring at the roof again. Your butt hurt.

“So, what brings you to my bus stop?” he said, his voice smug. You prickled at his tone.

“Your bus stop? This is my bus stop.”

“Nope, sorry. Definitely mine.”

“I was here first!”

“I’ve been having mental breakdowns here long before you have, sweetheart.”

You scoffed, sitting up to glare at him, your cold, tired bones groaning in protest. You noticed now the bruises on his knuckles, and the dirt stains - or what you hoped were dirt stains - on his shirt. His eyes were dark and catlike, watching you intently with something like amusement.

“I am not…” you grumbled, feeling suddenly pinned down by his gaze, “I am not having a mental breakdown.”

He quirked a brow.

“You’re lying in a bus stop in the middle of the night.”

“And you’re sitting in a bus stop in the middle of the night. You can’t talk.”

He chuckled, pointing at you. “Touché.”

A car went past. You sat side by side, hyper aware of his presence and the way his choppy blond bangs fell across his face and the way he was twisting the ring on his finger in his lap.

“You come here often then?” you said, casually.

“Occasionally,” he replied, casually. Just like you were talking about the weather. “Yourself?”

“Nah. I was just walking past, thought I might go somewhere.”

“But… you didn’t?”

“Don’t have the guts, I guess.”

“I get it,” he rasped, nodding sagely, “I always come here thinking I’ll get on the bus, and then I don’t.”

He pursed his lips, looking away from your face and to the road, glistening with dew and oil slick and hazy streetlights.

“Where would you go?” you murmured.

He shrugged.

“Haven’t really thought about it. Just…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the street. “Away.”

Away. The dream of away was a fantasy, had always been a fantasy. One you consistently came back to after every fight, every hit, every curse. You rub at your eye, wincing when it stung. You wonder who hit him.

“Yeah,” you said. “Away.”

He sniffed, scratched his nose. Suddenly he shifted, straightening his back and his shoulders and puffing out his chest a little, any hint of vulnerability gone and replaced with smug cockiness.

“So you gonna tell me your name?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes at his obvious display.

“___,” you told him.

“Yoongi.”

Your eyes widened. So that’s how you recognised him. “Like Min Yoongi? The drug dealer?”

He scoffed. “I am not a drug dealer.”

You raised your brow the same way he had at you.

“I am not a drug dealer… during school hours,” he clarified. You snorted.

“Anyway, how would you know unless you’ve bought off me, huh?”

“We go to the same school. You’re a consistent source of locker room gossip. Everyone's scared of you.”

Min Yoongi rode a motorcycle and smoked under the bleachers and once told a teacher to fuck off. Min Yoongi could set you up with anything if you were willing to pay. Min Yoongi ran with gangs. Min Yoongi had fucked his way through practically the entire school. You either hated him, wanted him, or were scared of him. The rumours and chatter surrounding him was endless, and he did nothing to discourage it, getting into fights and into detention, showing up to every house party with arms full of weed and leaving one too many hickies on a girl’s neck.

And here he was in front of you, staring at his boots and shaking his head almost bashfully, you dare say.

“You don’t look so scared,” he huffed. You shrugged.

“I’m having a bad day.”

“Yeah, no shit. You look terrible.”

“Hey!” you cried indignantly, “speak for yourself, asshole!”

He laughed then, a deep, carefree rumble from deep in his chest. Your lips rose on their own accord, and you had to fight to keep the smile down.

He didn’t seem so scary. Apart from the blood, of course.

“You wanna get a milkshake?” he asked abruptly.

“A milkshake?”

“Yeah. I know a place that stays open late, not far from here.”

“Oh. Uh… yeah, okay. Yeah, that sounds nice.”

The place he led you to was a small, rundown building next to a service station, trash littering the footpath out in front, with a guy leaning against the wall puking on his shoes.

JO’S DINER, screamed the flickering neon sign. OPEN LATE!

You screwed up your nose and hesitated, eyeing the guy warily.

“That’s just Heegun,” Yoongi said, nudging you, “‘sup, Heegun!”

Heegun raised a hand, before he doubled over and continued to hack his guts up.

Yoongi barrelled through the door, gesturing for you to follow. You hurried in after him, giving Heegun a wide berth.

The inside of the diner was vintage 50’s style, with a checkered floor and red vinyl chairs, and records and pictures of old cars hanging on the walls. It smelt of motor oil and fries, and scratchy music was playing through the speakers. One of the lightbulbs above the counter was out, leaving a weird dark spot, and there was a puddle of… something collecting in a spot where the floor dipped. The waitress at the counter was chewing gum and scrolling through her phone, her classic white apron covered in grease stains.

“Jisoo,” Yoongi drawled, sidling up to the counter. Jisoo, an older woman with extremely thin, overdrawn eyebrows, sighed heavily.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said. She had lipstick on her teeth.

“It’s me! How’s it going?”

Jisoo raised one of her fake eyebrows, very, very slowly.

“You two look like shit.”

“Yes, we know. Thank you. Could we get two milkshakes, if you please? ___, what flavour you want?”

You started. “Oh, uh, just chocolate.”

“Two chocolate milkshakes. And a large curly fries, I’m fucking hungry.”

Jisoo marked it down on a little notepad, and somehow even made that sarcastic.

“Sir, yes sir,” she grumbled, and pulled out her gum and stuck it behind her ear, “take a seat.”

Yoongi sat you down in a little booth by the window and slid in opposite you. The table was covered in crumbs and the vinyl stuck to your bare legs.

“You‘re a regular?” you asked.

“Well, they know me by name,” Yoongi replied. He leant back and rested his arm up on the top of his seat, a dark blot against the garishly bright diner, somehow more intimidating in decent lighting than he had been in the dark. It finally hit you; you were in a shitty restaurant with Min Yoongi. You were having milkshakes and curly fries with Min Yoongi.

Why not, you supposed, it’s not like your life wasn’t already a disaster. You put your elbows on the table, the crumbs digging into your skin. You didn’t have the energy to be disgusted.

“So…” you began, and then came up blank.

“So…?” Yoongi urged.

“Uh… how much were the milkshakes? Because I have like…” you fished around in your pocket, “two dollars. And five cents.”

He chuckled again, rich and gruff, and you swear you felt it in your bones.

“Relax, it’s on me. Like you said, you’re having a bad day.”

“And you’re not?”

He shrugged. “Eh. I’m used to it.”

“That’s not a good thing,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. He smirked.

“That’s life, doll.”

Life, indeed.

“So…” you said again.

“So…?” Yoongi urged, again.

“Is this what you do for fun? Come to…” you lowered your voice, just so Jisoo wouldn’t hear, “come to shitty diners in the middle of the night?”

He seemed amused, his smirk growing a little wider and his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Yeah. This is all I do. Just this, nothing else,” he teased.

“Well, what do you do then? Other than this. And drugs.”

He leaned forwards conspiratorially and cupped his hand around his mouth, like he was about to deliver a secret, and you found yourself leaning into him.

He opened his mouth and whispered, “sell drugs.”

You scoffed and sat back, brushing the crumbs off your elbow.

“Right, of course. Typical.”

Jisoo appeared, a cigarette hanging from her lips, balancing a tray with two milkshakes and a basket of curly fries on her hip. She brought it down on the table hard enough to make both milkshakes spill over the sides of the glass.

“There, you little shits,” she grated, her voice like sandpaper.

“Thanks, Jisoo,” said Yoongi, going straight for the fries. “Heegun’s throwing up out the front again, by the way.”

“WHAT?” Jisoo roared. You flinched. She stormed across the diner, her thunderous footsteps making the table rattle, and swung the door open with so much force it was a miracle it didn’t come flying off its hinges. “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, HEEGUN, YOU DICK, THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!”

Yoongi chuckled at your shell shocked expression. “She’s a real piece of work, huh?”

You nodded mutely, and hid the way your hands shook by grasping your milkshake and bringing the straw to your lips. It was pretty good, all things considered.

The second the food hit your stomach, it rumbled audibly, and your head went light and frantic. You reached for the curly fries and shovelled the greasy things into your mouth like a starved man.

“When was the last time you ate?” Yoongi asked, eyeing you cautiously. You shrugged, which was a lie. You knew exactly when the last time you ate was; last night at 10:24 pm, sitting across from your father, listening to him rant about how much he hated his job. People yelling at mealtimes seemed to be a trend.

You both ate in silence for a moment, the sounds of Jisoo shooing Heegun away and an overhyped pop song in the background.

“We go to the same school, then?” Yoongi said, with a mouthful of food. You wrinkled your nose at him.

“We do. Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s gross.”

He snorted. “Yes, ma’am.”

You elected to ignore him. “We have literature together.”

“Literature, huh? I’ve never noticed you before.”

“I try not to be noticed.”

“You some kind of social recluse or something?” said Yoongi, raising a brow.

“No, I just don’t like making a scene, unlike some people,” you told him. “Beside, I sit up the back, and Mr. Ahn makes you sit up the front, so.”

“Huh,” he hummed, tapping his ring against his glass. Jisoo came back inside muttering under her breath, huffing cigarette smoke everywhere. “It seems like you know plenty about me, but I know nothing about you.”

“Not much to know. I’m not nearly as interesting as you.”

“Oh, you think I’m interesting?” he drawled, smirking.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, you’re always up to something.”

“What are you up to?” he asked, jabbing a finger at you.

“Me? Not much.”

“Aw, c’mon. You got no friends, no hobbies? Nothing?”

He was watching you in that peculiar way again, like you’d just said something funny but he couldn’t quite understand the joke. He looked… interested.

“Why do you care?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes.

Yoongi put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Pardon me if I wanna know a bit more about the random chic I found at my bus stop,” he exclaimed indignantly, gazing dangerously at you from under his bangs. You faltered and your cheeks heated, and he gave an amused little huff.

“Um… well…” you stammered, and sipped your milkshake to compose yourself. “I, uh… I like music.”

“Music, huh? What kind?”

“Uh… any kind, if it’s good.”

“You’re really not giving me much to work with here.”

“I’m… I’m in a choir?” you offered.

“Oh, you’re a choir girl,” Yoongi said, “that’s cute.”

You scoffed. “Cute? Excuse me, that shit is hard. Do you know how to tone deaf 70-year-old people are? Extremely. Painfully. And they pinch your cheeks after they subject you to their dying cat noises! Choir takes a lot of effort, thank you!”

Yoongi laughed and grinned, so boyishly that for a moment he almost looked like a different person.

“I’m more into rap myself.”

“You rap?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you any good?”

“Well, that’s - that depends.”

You snorted.

“Huh. I didn’t know you rapped,” you said.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Yoongi told you, and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You choked on a fry with laughter.

“Ooh, mysterious. Let me guess, let me guess - you’re addicted to anime. No, no! You cry at cat videos.”

“I do not,” Yoongi grumbled, “I have not once - not once - cried at a cat video.”

“Bullshit, you have too. I can see it in your eyes.”

Jisoo, from her place back at the counter, coughed loudly and pointedly in your direction, and you realised you’d been raising your voice. You lowered yourself back into your seat sheepishly.

Yoongi was still smiling, shaking his head in amusement. He was handsome, you thought. You’d never quite understood why girls threw themselves at him despite knowing the extent of his shady business practices, but you understood now; his mouth was soft and his jaw was sharp and his aura, while commandeering and a little intimidating, was relaxed and calm and familiar. You were having the strangest urge to reach over the table and brush his hair from his face, or maybe tap his nose.

He was… oh, he was cute.

He was smirking at you again. You were staring. Fuck. You looked down at your milkshake.

“You’re cute,” he said, and the milkshake went down the wrong way.

“What?” you spluttered uselessly.

“You’re cute. I can’t believe we’ve never met before.”

“Well…” you began, pausing to collect yourself, “...we have now.”

He grinned. You grinned back.

Yoongi walked you back to the bus stop, and when he asked you if you wanted him to walk you home, too, you refused.

“You homeless?”

“Just for tonight.”

He didn’t push.

When the sun rose, and you finally slunk back home like a dog with its tail between its legs, your father rushed forwards and drew you into his arms and cried apologies into your shoulder, like he always did.

I’m so sorry, ___. I didn’t mean it. It’ll never happen again, I promise.

He even bought you pizza for dinner - but then he got drunk, and then he did it again. Like he always did.

#min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts smut #min yoongi #agust d #jaetrc

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chapter five: the black knight

don't mind if I get kind of personal here these next couple of chapters: when I was little, my grandma and her husband (my mom's stepdad) visited Germany for a whole month, I think it was? He had to go do something kind of important every day for a whole week, and all the while, she went about the streets of Munich, by herself, and did things like visit the BMW museum, Nuremberg, and all the bakeries throughout there (my grandma was a formidable fiery person; it runs in the family, lemme tell you). My mom is also half German—her father, my biological grandfather whom i've never met, hailed in fact from Bavaria.

“Samantha? Samantha—”

She stirred a bit but she was still in that twilight sleep: his callused hands were still soft to the touch on her shoulder. For a second, she had forgotten where she had fallen asleep at. Through her blurred vision, she could make out the sight of his blurred silhouette next to her, but she had no idea if they were back home or somewhere else. For a second, she swore that it was a dream.

She blinked her eyes a few times and Alex came into her focus, with that little plume of gray up top like a little feather against the helmet of darkness upon his head.

“What is it?” she asked him with a break in her voice. “What time is it?”

“It's—” He stopped. “I don't know.” He leaned forward to the seats in front of them. “You know what time it is, Tiffany?”

“It's almost two in the morning, Alex,” Tiffany told him in a soft voice; Chuck had fallen asleep next to her.

“Almost two o'clock in the morning,” Alex relayed back to her, and he stood up right then with his head bowed against the upper compartment overhead. “I have to use the bathroom.”

“Oh! Oh, damn—”

Sam moved her legs towards the aisle so he could slide past her to the aisle itself. Alex almost lost his balance but he caught himself on the top of her seat: he hung right above her such that the thighs of his jeans were right up in her face.

“Easy now,” she warned him as she held still for him.

“For real,” he whispered to her, and he continued on to the aisle itself. She watched him go back towards the other side of the plane, but then she returned to the back of the seat before her. She sighed through her nose, and then she turned her attention to the window next to her, and the darkness out there.

The problem with leaving Los Angeles as early as they did: it would be so early in the morning by the time they landed in Munich, and yet once Louie told her about it, she merely took it in stride. As long as it got her far away from Bill for a while, she was okay with it being so early in the day upon hitting the tarmac. She gazed out to the cavernous darkness outside and she thought back to the first flight over the Atlantic.

That time around, she would be closer to Sweden. There had to be a way up there somehow, at any given point whatsoever. She had to visit that road for herself, as graceless as it seemed at that moment, in her mind at two o'clock in the morning.

Indeed, when Alex slid by her right then, she couldn't help but think of Cliff right then and there. And she wondered if Anthrax themselves were on that same flight with them, or if they had taken another different red eye from them. She glanced up to the low pale ceiling once again, at the dim shadows that crossed it all, and she pictured Cliff right above her. She pictured him there and with his thighs right before her face.

She thought back to their encounter in the subway. To think she got that close with Joey twice but not once more like with Cliff. She closed her eyes and she pictured him right there right next to her.

Left behind in that road up in Sweden in the two years before, and yet she could still touch him. The darkness outside there warranted a touch from him, even as he was far away somewhere else now.

She felt something brush against her shoulder and she opened her eyes, and she peered up again. For a split second, she swore that her wish had come true and Cliff had returned for her for another touch. But the streak on the head told her otherwise.

Alex took his seat next to her complete with the smell of soap about his hands. She thought about the mysterious man in her dreams, and had Alex not looked over at her with his eyes still riddled with sleep, she swore that it was actually him. Or maybe it was her exhausted mind getting to her.

It was late after all.

He rubbed his hands together even though they were plenty clean at that moment.

“When we get there, let's have some of that nice fresh streudel together,” he suggested in a low voice.

“Streudel and some spaetzel?” she added.

“Ooh, yeah. Streudel, spaetzel, and that authentic German beer, too.”

“German beer? Alex, you're a month away from twenty yet.”

“Yeah, but I can still have a bit of beer when we get to Munich, though. When you fell asleep, the stewardess recommended it to me from the food cart but I was like 'nah. I'll wait until we get to Munich.'”

“With me, you said,” she asked him with her eyes barely open.

“Yeah. Well, I think Eric and Greg would like to join us, too. But I'd hate to think of you walking around the streets of a foreign city solo.”

“Alex, we're gonna be in Germany, though, not L.A.”

“Sure. But I don't really wanna do it by myself, though.”

“You are still just a boy after all,” Sam pointed out as she felt her eyelids growing heavy from the feeling of it being so late.

“And I think that—” He nestled down in the seat next to her as if he was cold despite it being the end of August. He then cleared his throat. “You know, I think that since—you and I have hung out a couple of times already, we should do it more, too.”

“Are you asking me out?” she asked him and she fluttered her eyes open at that.

“No, no. No! I just wanna hang out while we're in Bavaria. And—y'know, I don't really wanna do it by myself. And I'd hate to see you as a third wheel with Chuck and Tiffany in front of us here, and I have no clue what Louie is gonna do, especially with the Cherry Suicides nearby.”

“They're here right now?”

“I don't think so. But before you fell asleep, I heard him mention them and he said it in a context of—they're gonna be within range of us.”

It was going to be nice to see Zelda again if nothing else. He huddled back down in the seat with his shoulders hunched a bit. He bowed his head a little bit to relish in the warmth of the seats around them. Through her blurred vision, Sam glanced down at his waist and his thighs. When she landed on him back at the house, he still felt a little bit soft, even though it was obvious he slimmed down a bit more: the bottom hem of his shirt started to bunch around his slender hips.

He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. The bangs coupled with the gray streak made her think of a little rag doll.

Even the most mismatched of rag dolls needed to be held and loved. She leaned closer to him, but given the arm rest between them, she couldn't lean up against his head and shoulder. Instead they both fell asleep next to each other: the crown of his black hair remained about an inch from the tip of her nose.

She pictured the mysterious man right next to her, right in Alex's place. He appeared in the form of a dark silhouette against the sunrise. He lifted his head and showed her the brim of his hat, as black as night against the golden light of the sun on the horizon. Somewhere between him and the sunrise itself was the neon green of the northern lights.

He turned his head towards her.

“Cliff?” she asked him, and he lifted his hat once again. She had left the hat he had given her back at the house in Lake Elsinore. She would have to bust it out again if and when she found the chance once again. She knew those eyes anywhere, that straight nose, those little wisps of a mustache over his upper lip.

“Cliff—!” she said in a hushed voice. Almost two years since he was killed in that bus accident and she could burst into tears at the very sight of him.

“Where have you been?” he greeted her: his voice echoed as if he stood down in a canyon beneath a surface of some sort.

“Where have I been? Where have you been?”

“I should tell you that the clock is your friend.”

“What does that even mean?” she asked him.

“You should touch the hands of the clock—take him with you, all the way to the very end.”

“Should I hang out with Alex or Joey?”

But he never replied. Instead, he leaned his head back into the seat's headrest and closed his eyes. Sam moved in closer to him and she caressed his chest. Lighter than air and yet she could feel him underneath her hand. Right next to him, there on the window sill, stood an hourglass, but she couldn't tell if the pale sands had filled the top half or the bottom.

“Cliff—the clock is my friend,” she repeated his words, but he never replied. She eyed the side of his head and the little stripe there. It faded and yet appeared at the same time, as it glowed under the back light of the sunrise, against the light itself.

“It's all a friend,” he told her, as he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep right there.

“Cliff,” she whispered into his ear. “Cliff!”

He never woke up. He went to sleep and never woke up, such that the very sight brought tears to her eyes.

“Cliff! Cliff!”

He faded with the light of the sunrise and he dissipated into dark shadows. The mysterious man had struck again, even more cryptic than before.

She shook herself awake, and that time to the first rays of amber sunlight outside the window. She leaned closer to the window pane, to the sight of the light pink and orange brushed upon the dark clouds over the ocean. They had to be nearing the British Isles soon enough. A short layover in London first and then the next flight took them to Munich.

She turned her attention to Alex still sound asleep there in the seat. His head leaned closer to the edge of the seat, but there was still an inch of clearance between them. His bangs obscured his deep set slumbering eyes, but she sank down a bit for a better look into his face.

Still as soft as a doll.

Anthrax were going to be near there. If nothing else, she had to at least see Joey again. Joey and that leather guitar strap that she and Belinda had made for him. If nothing, she had to at the very least see him from across a room somewhere. She had to see him before their new album dropped in the next month.

She had forgotten what it was called right then. She had just woken up right then after all.

She tried to picture the castle that they were supposed to play before in the next few days.

No wonder why Alex suggested hanging out to her earlier: they were going to be there a whole week before Testament took to the stage for that sudden tour date.

The speakers overhead crackled on right then.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” the captain said in a soft soothing voice, “we will be landing in London in about twenty minutes time. If you're headed over to the following cities, you might want to hustle to the terminal once we land because they're leaving early: Munich, Oslo, Vienna, and Brussels.”

“Did you hear that, Chuck?” Tiffany said to him in a low voice.

“Hm?” He sniffled and stretched his arms over his head.

“When we land in a bit, we're going to have to run to the gate for the plane over to Munich.”

“Oh, shit!”

Tiffany craned her neck and turned in her seat a bit for a better look back at Sam.

“D'you hear that, Sam?”

“I did, yeah.” She turned her attention to Alex, still out like a light. “Want me to wake him?”

“We're still twenty minutes out,” Tiffany replied, “but, um—do it when we're told to buckle in.”

Sam nodded and she looked over at him again.

“Isn't he just precious?” Tiffany remarked.

“Who's precious?” Chuck echoed that.

“Alex. Look at him, babe. He looks like a little boy right next to Sam there.” Chuck rubbed his eyes and then he turned around in his seat for a look back at Alex himself.

“Oh my god, he is.”

Sam nestled back down in her seat next to him, still with an inch of clearance between them. He still smelled good, even after he slept there in that airline seat all night long. She stretched her back a bit: despite their being cushioned, the fact she couldn't lean back did a number on her spine and her shoulders.

Alex stirred a bit and then he rolled his head over towards the window pane. The plume of gray stood high over his brow, straight up as if it was a cowlick, and his skin as smooth as ever. She gazed on at him while he continued to sleep for another several minutes until a soft ding! caught her attention. The seat belt light flickered on and that was her cue.

“Alex—” she gently whispered to him. She leaned in closer to his ear. “Alex—”

His eyes fluttered open and he glanced over to her as if he had never been asleep for a moment.

“What's going on?” he asked her in a hoarse voice.

“We're gonna be landing in London in a bit,” she told him.

“Oh, okay—” He rubbed his eyes and then straightened himself up.

“And we're gonna have to run to the gate for Munich, too,” Tiffany told him.

“Oh, damn.” He ran his fingers through his black curls and then shook them about. For a second, he resembled to Joey, and Sam was eager to see him running for the gate himself. That is if Anthrax were on the same flight as them.

Within time, they dipped through the early morning clouds and touched down in the heart of London. Chuck and Tiffany skirted up the aisle first, and after they let an old lady and her granddaughter through, Sam and Alex followed suit, and Greg, Eric, and Louie rounded it out right behind them. Sam wondered if their crew had already set things up there in Munich or if they too had taken another flight with Anthrax.

The seven of them darted their way through the narrow hallways of the airport all the way to customs, and then they continued onward to the flight over to southern Germany. At one point, Sam was happy that she didn't bring that black hat that Cliff had given her along with her to Germany. The rate at which they were running right then with their things on their backs like that, there was no way she could hold onto the crown of the hat as she helped Greg carry his bass guitar case all the way there.

They made the flight just in time before the gate closed.

Sam turned to Alex and the look of sleep still riddled about in his deep set eyes. He gave his black curls another toss back before he let her board the plane first.

That time she took to the window seat and he sat in between her and Greg. No sooner had Greg himself taken his seat next to them when the lights flickered on again. Nowhere did she see Joey or Frank or anyone else who seemed familiar to her on there.

If there was nothing else that Sam could find her way past, when flying while on tour or the flight across the country with Marla, it was the take off and the way in which it felt as though her stomach drifted up into her chest and her stomach. Apparently Alex wasn't too keen on it either: as the plane taxied the runway, he held onto the arm rest, much to her surprise. She flinched her hand back as though he had burned her and he snickered at that as well. She knew it was from nerves, but that little snicker left her confused a bit.

They rose up over the London skyline and then the cozy fields of western England. Within time, they flew past the Channel and against the rising sun before them. Given they were further north than she imagined, the sun wasn't as bright as it could have been there, but those first rays still shone through the windows across the aisle from them.

Within time, she peered out the window to the ground below them. Alex followed her gaze to beyond the window pane as well.

The dark forests down below as dark and rich as the very hair upon his head. Every so often, a neat, tightly woven town appeared within the trees. Nothing like the cities back in the United States which seemed to be sprawled over an area: they all stopped and ended as if they were modeled out of clay and then stacked atop one another. She glanced onward to the far side of the land itself. Not only was it neat and trim, but the forests down below made her think of upstate New York. Upstate New York following rounds upon rounds of lake effect rain.

“Wow,” she breathed out.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Alex asked her.

“Oh, my god—this is—this is unreal.”

“Like something straight out of a fairytale, ain't it?” Alex showed her the twinkle in his eye. Far more lush and green than the very British Isles themselves, and it was all accentuated by the rising sun as well: the tips of the trees appeared as though they had been kissed with caramel. Even though it was still rather early in the morning, the two of them were wide awake with the anticipation of being there in Germany.

“Guten Morgen, passengers,” the captain declared through the speakers over their heads. “We will be landing in Munich in about thirty minutes. Remember, if you plan on heading to East Germany, you must go through the check points before customs before hand first.”

“I can't believe we're actually gonna be that close to the Soviet Union,” Greg declared.

“It's almost surreal, isn't it?” Alex said.

“Metallica went to Poland, didn't they?”

“Yeah, they did. Like—last winter.”

“Really?” Sam asked them.

“I think so,” Alex admitted, and he fetched up a yawn.

“They'd be the first band to have crossed the Iron Curtain if that's the case,” Greg said with a yawn himself.

“One of these days, that wall is going to come down,” Alex remarked. “It just has to.”

“Agreed,” Sam said, even though she wasn't as polished up on current events as Alex.

“Well, it's symbolic of a world divided. While we're all expanding and getting bigger in the grand scheme of everything, East Germany and the countries on the other side of the Iron Curtain are basically withering and dying. At least that's what I've seen.”

“Because they've shut themselves out of it all,” she followed along with him.

“Right! When you lock yourself in a bubble, you inadvertently make things uncomfortable at some point. You make your own world a horrible place to live in.”

“I would think expanding comes with a price, though,” she said.

“Oh, absolutely. You lose your sense of boundaries at some point. So—there kind of needs to be a balance there of sorts. That's how I imagine a perfect world would be. Not like in John Lennon's version to be completely honest, but in one where we can genuinely live in harmony with each other. That's my hope anyway.”

She thought about Belinda's remark of him, in how he was precocious. He was a bit, but therein lay a good quality. Something else she couldn't exactly put her finger on with him. Imagine a perfect world, but nothing that she could fathom however.

She recalled his background right then, in how he was raised by collegiate professors, both of them in the social sciences no less. He was precocious by the way in which he was raised: it just came to him by nature as a result. And as a result, he was an outlier.

They strapped themselves in in no time and Sam was eager to set foot in West Germany. Alex held onto the arm rest once again as the plane started to descend towards the earth. Everything shook about a bit with some turbulence and Sam recoiled in her seat.

“I don't like that, either,” Alex confessed to her in a low voice. He gripped onto the arm rest and he pulsated his fingers at the motion around them.

They descended further through the clouds and Sam closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to think about it. She rested her hands in her lap all the while as well.

Cliff burst into her mind right then. Even if they were in Bavaria, she would be closer to him in spirit no matter what happened during those final moments of the flight. She pictured the hourglass next to her.

The clock is your friend, he told her. The clock is your friend.

Alex cleared his throat but he never said anything right at that moment, and she swore that it was the mysterious man from her dreams for a few seconds. But then she opened her eyes, and they were right above the low buildings and the neighboring sun kissed forests. The plane tapped onto the tarmac and they leaned back in their seats against the force of the landing. Alex and Greg straightened themselves upright once they taxied about the runway.

“Quite the adventure, ain't it?” the latter joked.

“For real!” Sam declared and the three of them laughed.

Soon, they stepped off of the plane and they stood out in the open. Even in the heart of the city, Sam took a deep breath of that fresh morning dew. Twice the fresh beauty of upstate New York, and far more than that of the hills in California.

“Hotel's this way, kids,” Tiffany called out to them, and the three of them followed her, Chuck, Eric, and Louie to the far end of the street. Sam peered up to the bluish gray sky overhead every so often on the walk there. She thought of the nicknames she had given to Alex and Greg the few weeks before: the prince and the black knight. As they walked through the streets of Munich together, the more those nicknames felt appropriate, especially with her behaving as Rapunzel for a brief time prior to then.

Soon, they checked into their hotel and, once he set his things down next to his bed in the shared room with Greg and Louie, Alex turned his attention to Sam. Even though the jet lag was obvious to her at that point, he looked so refreshed against it all.

“Let's have some breakfast, shall we?” he suggested to her.

“We shall!” she said.

“It's a ride up to Schweinfurt in a couple of days after this anyways,” he pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders, “may as well enjoy our time together, you know? I've gotta change my clothes, though.”

He crouched down to his overnight bag and dug out a clean black button up shirt and a fresh pair of jeans. Sam took her seat on the edge of the bed and he headed into the bathroom with his clothes cradled in his arms. A knock on their door caught her attention and she laughed at the memory of that night in Corona. How Chuck knew someone was knocking on their door even from the dead of sleep was beyond her.

She made her way over to the door and she peeked through the peephole. She recognized that fine lush dark hair down to his shoulders and she gasped as a result.

She opened the door.

“Hi, Frankie!” she greeted him.

“Hey!” His face lit up at her and he threw his arms around her. “I wasn't expecting to see you here! What's happening, girly cue?”

“Hanging out with Testament while they're filling in for Megadeth. What's going on with you?”

“We're staying in the room down the hall right now,” he answered and he stroked the side of his hair with three fingers. “Is Alex around?”

“He's in the bathroom changing right now. What's up? I can tell him.”

“Oh, I just wanted to know if he had breakfast yet.”

“We like just got here so—we're about to.”

“Oh, okay. Well, he better hustle—all that fresh fruit and Bavarian cream is gonna go bye bye soon enough here.”

“I'll tell 'em. Don't you worry 'bout a thing.”

“Fuhgetaboutit,” he declared with a wave of his hands.

“Fuhgetaboutit,” she echoed him, and he burst out laughing at that, and he doubled back down the hall. Sam then closed the door with a warm blush across her face. It felt as though she hadn't seen him in forever. Such was the life of an art student, and one who had all but been sent out to exile. She turned her attention to the bathroom door, which Alex had left ajar.

She peeked through that small crack in the door at him. Even though she had seen him without a shirt on, there was something about him there on the other side of the room, bare chested and with his jeans undone a bit. She could make out the sight of his bare skin underneath his belly button and his slim body: even with only a small view of him, she could come to the conclusion that he was far more beautiful than she had given him credit before. But she couldn't tell if he was more beautiful than Joey: she would have to catch a better of him, and she had no idea as to when that would happen, if at all.

It took her a second to realize that he was posing before the mirror and she had to stifle a giggle against that lest he hear her. She walked on back to the bed to give him his privacy and in a few moments time, he returned out of the bathroom in those clean clothes and his black curls wet from the faucet.

He gestured for her to follow him out of there and into the spacious clean front lobby of the hotel, where they were in fact met with a table full of fresh fruits from lingonberries to big red apples that were larger than her fist, and whipped pure white Bavarian creams, and so much bread and pastries. The very sight of the cornucopia before them left Sam feeling overwhelmed, such that she didn't know what to take for herself. But Alex was eager to fill his plate full with one of everything: he rounded it out with a glass of water while she offered to get them cups of coffee.

“My goodness,” she remarked once she sat down across from him at the little table next to the main window of the lobby.

“I'm not turning down free food,” he told her, “especially strudel and this fresh German coffee, too.”

He picked up his glass and downed a little drink of his iced water, and then he turned to the coffee.

“Oh, my god,” he breathed with his eyes closed and his head tilted back a bit. “Try it, Samantha. You'll never want another cup of coffee back in the States after this.”

Indeed, she did: warm, rich, and so full of that bean flavor. The cream within was delicate but not to where she could hardly taste it. A perfect balance of east and west.

“Makes you wanna speak German,” she joked.

“Right?” he chuckled, and then he stopped himself right in his tracks. “You know—seeing as we have a week here—at some point, we could probably get on a train and go up to Copenhagen and visit Lars. Metallica are up that way right now on their tour.”

“Holy shit, really?”

Alex nodded his head with his eyebrows raised high in excitement.

“Oh, yeah. I've heard him talk about Copenhagen all the time back in the Bay Area—when Cliff was alive, too. He describes it as a mere extension of Germany but—” He shook his head as he brought his little white coffee mug up to his lips. “—I don't think so.”

“But you and me, though?” she echoed him.

“Yeah.”

She squinted her eyes at him as he took another sip of the coffee. All the while, he peered over the rim of the mug at her with those deep eyes. There was something rather serene about them despite their seriousness. Something serene and hypnotic, and albeit a feeling that felt as though it had come out of left field. Something he still wasn't telling her.

So many contradictions with this boy and therein came a moment where she realized she had no idea where to begin with him. At least Joey was simple with his depths: Alex seemed to meander and spin her in circles at that point.

He then peered past her at something on the other side of the vast room and knitted his eyebrows together.

“What's up?” She turned her head so as to follow his gaze, and there on the far side of the room, right at the end of the buffet table, stood a short man in a white T shirt.

“Oh, nothin',” Alex assured her with a wave of his hand, “I thought that guy over there looked like Scott to me.”

“Hair's way too thin,” she agreed with him and he nodded before he took another sip of his coffee. She did as well but then she realized that she hadn't a glass of water herself. If nothing, she could go over there and ensure that that man over there was not who Alex believed him to be.

“I'll be right back,” she told him.

“I'll be right here,” he assured her as he sipped some more. That time, he closed his eyes and groaned in his throat at the warm feeling within him. Chuck and Tiffany strode into the room right then: her blonde hair glistened from a fresh shower; even from across the room, Sam could smell her perfume. But she made her way past the small clean white tables towards the pitchers of iced water and she swiped a glass. She glanced over at the man as he picked out a bagel for himself. Even with the thin hair, she recognized the side of his face, even though she hadn't drawn it up before.

“Scott!” she declared, and he turned in her direction.

“Hey!” he returned the favor: his black curls had thinned a bit with time, but she recognized him once he had turned around and showed her those thick dark eyebrows. He threw his arms around her and she returned the favor.

“Oh my god,” he blurted out right into her ear, “oh my fucking god, how've you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in a million years.”

“I live out in California now,” she told him.

“Wait, what?” He held back and looked on at her, stunned.

“Yeah, I got sent out there for—school.” For a second, she had forgotten why she had gone out there to California in the first place.

“Wow! So you actually moved across country and pitched a tent over there. For real?”

“For real, yeah.”

“Wow! God, I've just been so out of the loop lately with everyone since I bailed from Anthrax.” He paused for a second. “How're they doing, by the way?”

“They're doing excellent!” she declared. “They're supposed to release a new album soon. Like next month. I forget what it's called, though.”

“Oh, damn.” There was no mistaking that stern look upon his face. She brought her attention back to the crown of his head.

“Also, what's going on with your hair? I don't think it's ever been that thin before.”

“Eh, it's just been getting thin lately,” he confessed as he ran his fingers through the side, “I really have no idea why either. I think it might be from drinking but who knows really.” She caught a glimpse of his wedding band as he moved his hand back to his chest.

“Is everything okay at home?” she asked him, and he peered over his shoulder to ensure no one was eavesdropping on them. Alex still sat clear across the room and everyone else around them was German.

“Marge hasn't been happy lately,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I keep wanting to practice and play some, but—she wants me to spend a lot more time with her. Like a lot more time with her. I don't really know what's gonna happen between us, Sam.”

“But you seemed so happy, though,” she recalled.

“At first we were. But now—I dunno what happened to be perfectly honest with you.”

“Aw—I'm so sorry. Is that why you're here and not there?”

“Nah, Frankie and Charlie asked me to come along. Charlie was like 'dude, you gotta come with us to Monsters of Rock. This was your band after all.' And I was like, 'alright, alright', so I took the first flight outta New York a couple of days and I got here yesterday afternoon.”

“It does get you away from there, though,” she pointed out.

“Absolutely. I mean—what else am I gonna do?” He shrugged his shoulders and then he faced the table right next to them for some fresh whole fruit himself. And then the whole experience dawned on her: she was there, all alone, without her parents or either of her girl friends, but she was in good hands with them all.

“It's so weird being here without Marla or Bel or anyone really,” she confessed to him.

“It's part of the whole experience, though,” Scott pointed out. “I didn't think I would get married any time soon. And I didn't think I'd be here right now solo.”

She thought about Alex's sentiments back on the plane, about the expansion of horizons.

Of course.

“So where are you staying at?” she asked Scott.

“I'm staying—right down the hall here.” He pointed to the corridor to the right of her. “Third door on the left. So, if you need anything, just come and knock on the door. I don't know a word of German, even though my last name is.”

“I was just telling Alex this coffee makes me want to learn it,” she told him with a smirk on her face.

“Oh, for real! But I walked all around town here just yesterday and last night when I got here—you guys totally have to while you're here all week. You won't regret it in the very least, Sam.”

She poured herself a glass of water and then Scott doubled back towards the hallway and back to his room. She returned to Alex, who began on his strawberry strudel and relished in every bite as if it tickled him between his legs.

“You were right,” she told him as she sat back down.

“About what?” he asked her once he swallowed.

“That was Scott.”

“No way!” he declared and his face lit up.

“Yeah, Frankie and Charlie asked to come along so he's staying down the hall here—” She pointed behind her. “He told me we have to walk around the place while we're here all week.”

“That's the plan, y'know?” he inferred as he took another slow bite of strudel and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“You are my best kept secret after all,” she said in a low voice, and he swallowed it down.

“What's that even mean, anyway?” he asked her. Contradiction atop another contradiction.

Sam opened her mouth to explain that but she was cut off by Joey as he stood before them with his guitar slung down as far as that handmade strap warranted for him.

“Watch this,” he boldly proclaimed for them.

“We're watching,” she assured him, even though Alex had his head bowed by the sight of Joey's holding his guitar down so low against his body.

“In the middle of Germany, Joey?” Chuck called out to him from behind.

“I just wanna show Sam a new power move I came up with,” Joey told him as he spread his feet apart, “especially since I haven't seen her in a long while. This is 'I own the universe, ya mother fuckers!'” He raised his arm up over his head with his thumb and his index finger pinched together even though he held no pick there. He nodded his head and he widened his brown eyes for her. His skin had grown darker since the last time they had seen each other. He actually appeared to be a black knight for her.

“That's so adorable, Joey,” she told him, and she stood up in order to embrace him. “A true rock star now!”

She hadn't felt his slender body in so long it seemed; his fingers slithered through her hair and his lips grazed the side of her neck.

Oh to feel those soft lips again!

She sat back down at the table with her face warm and aglow. Joey then slung the guitar around his back and he bowed over to the buffet table for a plate of food himself.

Sam glanced over at Alex, who nibbled on his bottom lip at the sight of the guitar down so low. He was thinking it. She could sense he was thinking right then, and yet he didn't say anything lest there be a scene before them.

A contradiction indeed, and that following week would be interesting.

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coming back was a mistake!

the reader bonds with kai over their shared dislike of mystic falls

previous part

word count: 3912

music: tomorrow never came by lana del rey

warnings: delena wedding

Kai leaned over Caroline, almost touching her ear with his nose. Nobody had any idea how a mortal witch boy was still capable on sneaking on vampires, but there they were. Caroline nearly hopped out of her pants when he started talking,

“So, what’s the deal with the pretty one?”

“God dammit! What is wrong with you?!”

Kai put on his patient face and waited until Caroline snapped out of her manic episode. He could never understand why it’s so hard to get over their indignation every time he was around, and just answer his questions.

“Is she, like, insane?”

The blonde vampire narrowed her eyes almost vengefully.

“Who?!”

“The pretty one, Y/N”.

“What do you want with her?” Caroline snapped.

“Are you okay? Have you hit your head today?”

“I don’t have time for this”, Forbes brushed him away with her hand. She was dreaming about leaving this house as soon as possible. “Stay away from her”.

If she was a bit nicer, Kai would tell her it was too late, and that he was almost as good as the second base.

He wandered around the mansion until he found Elena. And approached her with the same question. This one had a slightly longer fuse. Where Caroline raged and started spitting atrocities, Elena would usually get worried out of her little mind about everyone.

“What’s the deal with Y/N?”

There we go. The nervous glint in her dark eyes. Oooh, how does Kai know about her? Oh my god, what has he done this time? Etc.

“Why?”

“Saw her talk to herself”.

Elena sniffed angrily.

“Where?”

Kai was honestly getting tired of them all.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious“.

“That’s none of your business, Kai”.

“She’s also super secretive about why she only comes back once a year. Maybe I’m reading too deep into it, but I find it cryptic”, he smirked. Elena sighed.

“You just sound like you’re very bored. Find another source of entertainment”.

“I don’t want to. I like this one”.

Elena looked carefully at the witch. She already knew that look, although it hasn’t been too long for her studying Malachai. But this look said everything. He made his mind up. She shifted uncomfortably.

“Leave her alone. Please?”

Kai looked down on the brunette, frowning with a grin.

“I’m not gonna hurt her. You think I’m some kind of creep?”

He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Elena rolled her eyes.

Damon entered the living room.

“You ready, Bastinda?” he asked, looking extremely bored. Kai nodded, playing along as if he was even mildly entertained by his neverending nickname spitting fountain or irony. Everybody had to pretend they find Damon witty, otherwise he’d get upset. That was one of the things that apalled Kai the most, why everyone was so worried about the fragile nature of this big idiot boy.

Just before they started the spell, he sensed his sister, as Damon’s head snapped towards the door. The vampire ears detected her angry footsteps, too. Too bad the vampires underestimate the famous Parker rage.

You only realized your phone was left at the Grill when the morning came.

Cursing, worried and hungover, you drove there, a bit blinded by the sunlight. August did not have mercy on anyone.

It was bad enough your head was spinning. While Jerry the bartender who was still alive went to the DJ booth to ask around about your loss, you sat at the counter, sucking on water with lemon, and looked around. Everything appeared completely normal. You wondered if people remembered what had happened to them last night. Whether anybody got hurt. You were so dizzy on the new weird feeling of closeness, you were borderline indifferent. You even asked yourself if Kai the witch boy did something to you to knock you a little but out. Being here, you can expect anything.

The kissing part was good though, and overall, he was good. It felt good.

Jerry returned, shrugging.

“He says some guy came and picked it up this morning”.

“Crap”, you groaned. “Which guy? Tall and dark?”

Jerry smirked like an asshole.

“Everybody here is tall and dark, but yeah”.

You couldn’t have come up with a better description of this wretched place.

Where to look for him now? The Salvatores seem to know him. Can as well begin from there. You lowered your head (carefully) and put it on the wheel. Not again. All the roads in Mystic Falls lead to the Salvatore boarding house, don’t they. You can’t go one year without any adventures. Every August, you say to yourself you’d be extra careful, not talk to anyone, not engage in anything, just sit at your house, and maybe you’ll be spared. It never works. Last year there was this werewolf invasion. The year before that, an insane witch coven that was in the middle of waging vampire genocide when you arrived. The year before that, someone slit the last Miss Mystic Falls’ throat in the park right in the middle of a juggler’s performance at the fair. This shit, every year. This town is cursed, there was no doubt about it. Now, you break your own rule, and go on a date with this witch guy, and he’s a fucking awesome storyteller, and witty as hell, and you feel something except regret and exhaustion for the first time in years, something like excitement. Like you’re waking up. And now you’re hungover, and he has your phone, and you have no idea where he is.

You started the engine and drove slowly, without a hurry, thinking, if I run out of gas before I get there, I might as well not reach them at all.

The front lawn of Damon and Stefan’s house was as green as ever, the sun blasting its deadly rays down on one slender crabtree standing aside like a shy teenager at the high school party. The big dark windows even looked friendly in the light of the day.

Leaving the car, you observed the house. It never changed throughout the years. The sound of closing the car door hurt you a little bit, but you already left your sunglasses inside.

Then you saw Elena in the window on the second floor.

She did not behave like usual. She was a vampire, and vampires don’t get scared anymore. Elena was banging her fists on the window like she was unable to break it, and yelling something you couldn’t hear. Suddenly, a loud thump came from the inside of the house, as if an elephant bumped into a wall at full speed.

The only reason Elena would be beating on the window like that was if she was locked in with magic.

Frowning, you kinda realized Kai must be inside. What has he done this time? You caught yourself thinking about him as if you’ve known him for years now. The little shittery in his eyes said it all pretty well.

Honestly, you just needed your phone.

You entered the house, pushing the unlocked door, and stood in the hallway to listen. You could now hear Elena screaming on the second floor. She was trapped like a cat in a cabinet, and rushing from wall to wall trying to get out.

Someone else was apparently throwing furniture at the walls in silent fury. That must be one of the Salvatores.

You stepped on carefully, and tried to get into the living room, when there was stumbling, and, like in an 80s slasher, Kai Parker limped out into the corridor, holding his side. His white shirt was stained with blood dripping through his fingers. The wound was very deep because the blood wouldn’t stop. However, his face had a completely normal lively color, which confused the hell out of you.

“Hey!” he called, with effort. He even waved at you with his bloodied palm.

“How are you after last night?”

You stepped to him, putting your hands on the wound, and he let go of it, placing his arms onto your shoulders. Your knees caved in a little under his weight.

“What the hell happened? Have you attacked them?”

“Me?” Kai exclaimed, “no, that’s my sister. She came, locked the vampires up there, and stabbed me, and then escaped like the little coward she is. Olivia, that is, not Joe”.

“I thought you only had one sister left”.

“Nah, I hadn’t told you the whole story”.

You both looked inside the living room where the things were just... they were just misplaced chaotically like, as the siblings fought, they were throwing armchairs around. You led Kai towards a couch and sat him there, pressing his hands into the stab wound, and stepped away towards the kitchen to look for something.

“You can heal yourself, right? You have magic now?”

“I can’t heal myself, I can only siphon life force out of someone to cater the cut. If you’re willing to sacrifice your life, I’m all down for it...” he mumbled. Walking around the turned up coffee table, you stopped, and sighed, as the old, old feeling filled you up yet again. Exhaustion, yes, that was it, the eternal Tired of doing the same thing again and again, going through this unnatural circle.

“Hey, I’m bleeding out here, babe, you wanna... uh...” Kai looked down at his wound, curious, because he, too, knew now something’s wrong. It looked like it didn’t hurt him anymore.

While you were standing over his body, laid on the floor, like a bird. His childlike lean, smooth face dead calm with his eyes open, white shirt all soaked in his bright red blood. Migraine was drilling into your temples with force. You looked back at him sitting on the couch.

“Shit”.

Kai looked back at you. He was a clever boy. Way quicker than the rest of them here. They were all wide eyes and miriads of extra questions, pacing around the room when trapped into the corner. Parker seemingly understood everything right away.

“I’m already dead, aren’t I?” he asked.

You remembered what he said last night. And it actually made your heart shrink a tiny bit.

Your hands were now clean, the ghostly blood having vanished, as all life left him. Now he was clean, too, no holes in his shirt, and he sat up straight. You knew he was slowly losing feeling in his hands and skin, too, and you hurried back to touch him before he completely forgets.

You fell down next to him heavily and took his arm, and he looked at his own fingers interlocked with yours.

“I’m dead again?” he repeated, with a little bit more irritation.

“Yeah”.

“And how do you see me? Does everyone in this town has a thing?”

You shrugged.

“I see dead people. It’s in the water, I guess. You know how they tell to never drink from creeks and stuff...”

Kai looked a little flustered. He would probably take it much worse if he was alone now.

“So, you were talking to ghosts last night?”

You pulled on his hand.

“You were stalking me?”

“Yeah, I was. I thought you were a mental patient”.

Kai threw his head back and looked in the tall window. His dark eyes turned grey as the light touched them. He looked beautiful when he was that calm.

“Damn it. What now? I have never died permanently before”.

You said,

“I don’t know. If I don’t let go of you, you will stay here forever”.

He eyed you, pondering.

“Who lives in your house?”

“My dad and grandmother”.

“And who’s on the football field?”

You shuddered on the inside. You wanted to smack him on the nose, but knew better than to assault people who have just passed and were fragile already.

“Kai, why were you even there? Were you, like...”

“It was my field. I came there every evening to watch the huskie...”

“Her name is Mist”.

“Edgy. Okay. I was coming there every evening to watch Mist, and then you just showed up and started running. Not my fault”.

“But I didn’t see you”.

“You’re averting again. Come on, Y/N”, he shook your hand lightly and squeezed it. He wasn’t noticing it, but his fingers were losing sensitivity and he kept squeezing your hand to feel the warmth. Soon, everything would go hard and cold to him. Even the sunlight.

“I’m dead. Tell me. My last wish”.

It was hard like swallowing rocks. Your own mind was so good at avoiding this that you came up with thousands of questions instantly. You wanted to ask why his sister killed him. Why she didn’t touch the vampires. How did she even outpowered him. Kai was drilling you with his grey crystal glance, and you finally managed to look him in the eye.

Out of all people, you were sorry he was the one to die. He didn’t seem like a very good fella, but it’s not always goodness that you like in people. He seemed bigger than Mystic Falls, greater than the local drama. This town wasn’t supposed to devour him like that. You didn’t know what his death meant to their odds at getting Bonnie back. What if he was the only one who could reach her?

“When I was fifteen, Damon’s ex came into town and started waging chaos”.

“I’m not surprised”.

“Uh-huh. She was going around, turning people, and manipulating them and generally just turning our lives into hell”.

“Oh, she sounds fun. Was her name Katherine Pierce by any chance?”

“If you know her, I’m going to send you to hell right now”.

Kai’s brows went up.

“You can do that?”

“I mean, when I let a ghost go, they go wherever they’re supposed to. You’re definitely going to hell”, you shrugged.

“Oh, yeah. Okay”.

Kai looked like he was a little bit hurt.

“She used compulsion on me, just to entertain herself, and during a PE lesson I stabbed a girl I went to school with. On the second lap, as we ran the mile. I got pissed at running, I hated it. I was so tired all the time, and she told me to act out when I get irritated at school. The worst thing, to this day, I don’t know if the stabbing was a part of her compulsion, or mine”.

You thought about her, standing there at this very moment, on the same spot where you left her every year.

Day and night, in her yellow tank top and sports bra, cycling black shorts and uncool old Nike trainers, her long brown hair in a messy ponytail, and one earring in her right ear. You knew every part of her face because she stared at you all the time.

Kai was quiet for some time, as if trying to read into you.

“That’s it?” he said suddenly. You were taken aback.

“You stabbed a chick because a vampire compelled you, and now you return every year and cry there? What are you punishing yourself for?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Look...”

“Why don’t you just send her the hell off? You can do it, right? What are you bitching about?”

“Hey!”

You let go of his hand, and he stared at it, looking a bit lost, like all the people who died. Despite of his shattering insensitivity, he still made you feel for him. People were all the same when they died. They all looked like children who are just figuring out they were lost at a huge foreign train station.

“Look, all I’m saying...” he was still looking at his own hand, “don’t stress about what you don’t have to stress about”.

“I killed her, Kai”.

“Yeah, and today my own sister killed me”, he reasoned. He looked so seriously betrayed as if he was not aware of the irony. “People die. Sometimes they die horribly, in their bloom, you know, when they’re about to do something great”.

He crossed his arms on his chest with a grudge.

“I thought you had some kind of tragedy there, or at least were insane”.

“I get why Damon dislikes you”, you muttered. Kai puffed.

“You’re very hard to love”.

“Yeah, I’ve been told”.

You looked at each other. Fresh day somehow brought memories of last night, and you thought about it simultaneously.

“But you liked our date though, right?”

You nodded.

“I would even go on a second one if you... stayed alive”.

“Let me go down there, and I’ll think of something. Or you can join me”, he eyed you up and down, “I hear it’s pretty hot in here”.

You could see he nearly gave you a wink. Even if you kissed him now, he wouldn’t feel it on his face. God dammit.

“You want advice?”

“No”.

“Go away and never come back here”.

You were holding on a thin thread supported by the connection. You were sorry to see him go as you let him slide away. As you opened your eyes, he was gone from the couch, and from the room, and there was only his body left.

The spell wore out eventually, and Elena, together with Damon, ran downstairs, already aware of what happened. They must have heard you talk to the invisible spirit.

“Awesome”, Damon snarled through his teeth, kicking Parker’s body, “amazing. Little shit”.

He was puffing, walking around the room, nearly banging on the walls. Elena was standing in the middle of the room, devastated.

Everybody was hurt in a certain way by the death of the guy hated here the most. Turned out, everyone needed him after all. Whether to get Bonnie out, or to finally merge, or just to know him a little better. Deaths were pointless, you knew that better than all.

You went to the football field, in the afternoon for the first time, to see her.

She was cemented there just like you wanted her, mortified she’d follow you around. Kai was sharp and rude, but on point. You were punishing yourself. It’s not like Maddie made you drive through the country every year just to see her.

She was waiting for you, looking with glass eyes like she was for the last seven years.

The sun was still high up, almost no shadows on the spacious court.

It was like it all made zero sense now. You didn’t know what made Kai Parker the chief advisor on your mental stability, but suddenly you saw everything completely clear. Maybe it was hangover. You had no need to keep all the ghosts around you. You were in charge of them, not the other way around. You bumped into them, you could tell them to go, or just leave them there if you didn’t care. Many years away almost made you think you didn’t care.

“Go”, you said to Maddie. And she was gone. No more laps around the field.

You went home and said the same to your father and your granny. And just like that, the house was empty again.

“I know you decided not to ever come back again”, she chanted, “but... I mean... I will understand if you refuse to come, but everybody would love to see you, and it will definitely mean a lot”.

Unfortunately for your morale, you were already standing over a sports bag.

You sighed into the phone.

“Okay, I’m gonna say it once, because I love you, and will never say it again...”

Elena held her breath.

“I don’t think... I don’t think Mystic Falls is the worst place on Earth...”

“Wow”, Elena hammered, “hold on, can I put you on the speaker? They gotta hear this”.

“No”.

“So, you will come?”

“Only because it’s your wedding. And only for the wedding. Then I’m going back”.

“You’ve heard the town has sold the house, right? You’ll have to stay with us. Y/N, it’s going to be awesome. We’ll have girls’ nights... oh my god, Caroline will tell you everything about...”

You rolled your eyes so deep you took a peep at your own brain. There was nothing in there. Absolutely nothing, apparently.

...here we go, the freaking sign, the Livingstones house, the bridge... all the same. It’s like a cursed room where the winds are on the loop. With its own aesthetic, of course. The blood-red clock tower produces long, hollow sound as its hands move. People going batshit crazy here. Everything is one long deja vu. The only thing that stood out was somebody missing. Somebody who was admittedly too cool for this place, and was scarily good at slow dancing. Somebody who would never be fit to help, and who still did. That person.

Elena and Damon’s wedding was everything one could imagine. Flower arch, check. Bridesmaids matching cream dresses, check. Soft elevator music, check. Caroline hair being out of this world, check. Damon smiling like one million dollars, check. Stefan suffering quietly in the corner, check. Jeremy getting drunk and knocking over a table, check. Dancing to the same ten indie songs, check. Bonnie was back, which was good. They did find a way after all.

You were comfortably unimpressed, because it was home. It was entertaining enough. Catching up, listening to all the crazy shit that happened during these two years you were absent.

Apparently, Klaus has been harassing Caroline with his undying love, and she wasn’t having it, although it was clearly a perfect vampire scenario. Some demonic weird crap brushed over the city when Damon was brifely involved with gathering souls for hell. Could’ve been a job for you, he winked at you like the rascal he was. You should’ve seen the whole madhouse unraveling when we opened the gates, and all these sinners started rushing out in all directions, he complained. It took him weeks to get them all back, and he still wasn’t sure he caught everybody. It’s not like they did a head count, right?

You stopped drinking.

“You mean the souls escaped from hell?” you asked, surprised that they weren’t more concerned about it. And also, what a generic topic to discuss at his wedding. Charming.

“No, the people. Physical entities. They kinda just... pfft. Hopped out. Those who were, you know, quicker”.

The burning question made it hard to swallow champagne. How did they not mention the obvious?

“And... who did you shove back?”

“Hm, just a bunch of losers. I mean, they’re people, or creatures, for that matter. Not all of them are human. I’m sure some weirdos are still out there.. So you be careful. Elena said you wouldn’t stay long, huh? How about the Harvest Festival though?”

“I don’t know. Harvest Festival is lame, Damon”.

“Yeah, it is”, Damon agreed, searching for his beautiful wife with his eyes. One second ago she was somewhere among the people, and now she was gone. “But the after party...”

“Ah, that. Sure”.

“Nobody’s bothering you anymore, are they? You can stay for a little while”.

You swayed your head without expression.

“Where the hell is she?”

Music changed, and nobody really noticed, except for you. You don’t notice if you don’t listen. You never got your old phone back, by the way. You had no idea where the dead boy put it, and whether it was him at all who took it from the Grill.

But now Lana was on speakers, and you suddenly remembered.

“You better go look for her, Damon”, you warned him, looking around.

The vampire felt the change in your mood.

“What is it?”

You gulped down your glass of champagne and smiled wide, for real.

“Second date”.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #vampire diaries imagine #kai parker x reader #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #liv parker #tvd

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Shepherd’s Honor

This oneshot brought to you by the mental image of Trouble carrying Trick piggyback that wouldn’t go away. :D Not that I tried all that hard.

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Patrolling Haven was boring. Usually. Trick couldn’t say she cared much for how today chose to make itself an exception to that rule.

Namely the sharp, familiar pain that spiked through her right shin. It had her bracing one hand against a nearby wall for support even as her gaze tipped skyward.

Trouble must have heard her harsh breath in, because he stopped and swung around to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Trick said, not finding what she’d expected in her scan of the pale blue sky. She pushed away from the wall and fell in step next to him again, but only made it a few paces before a follow-up ache cramped her leg and made her flinch. “Okay, maybe something...”

Trouble shot her a look caught somewhere between confused and concerned. “What?”

“Well, first off, it’s gonna storm later,” she replied, leaning against his shoulder for support as she tried to shake out the cramping muscles.

That made him frown up at the cloudless sky. “How can you tell?”

“I’m magic,” Trick deadpanned, cautiously setting weight back on that leg.

Trouble snorted. “Shit, I know that. Seriously, Trick, how can you tell? An’ are you alright?”

“Yes, to the second,” she assured him when her leg held weight, “and short answer for the first is I broke my leg real bad when I was younger an’ now it aches when rain’s comin’.”

His nose wrinkled. “That’s... bad. But also kinda cool.”

She laughed. “Tell me about it; all in lookin’ for the silver lining. I don’t like that my leg hurts, but it really comes in handy to have a warning about that kinda thing when you’re debatin’ if you should move on from a town or stay put one more night.”

“I’ll bet.” He cocked his head. “You okay to keep going?”

Trick nodded. “Kinda hafta be, don’t I? We’re only halfway done.”

Trouble rolled his eyes. “Like I’d make you keep walkin’ on that leg if it was hurtin’ you that bad.”

“Sweet of you,” Trick laughed, flipping her braid back over her shoulder. “But it’s fine for now. I’ll let you know if that changes.”

He grinned and nudged her shoulder. “Promise?”

“Shepherd’s honor,” she grinned back. “I promise.”

They made it another quarter of the way before it changed. Not coincidentally, that was when the first dark storm clouds appeared on the horizon. Trouble noticed those two things in the opposite order Trick did; saw the clouds and turned to look at her.

She was limping, she knew, just noticeably, and flashed a sheepish smile. “It doesn’t hurt. Not that bad. Only thing that might be a problem is stairs.” The words had barely left her mouth when they reached the first (very long) flight of stairs back down to Ashtown and the Shepherd compound. “This just isn’t my day, is it?” she muttered wryly, and kicked a pebble off the top step.

Trouble scratched the back of his neck. “Want me to carry you?”

“What, like piggyback?” Trick snarked, touched by the offer but unsure how well it would work.

He shrugged. “’Less you wanna bang your head against the wall every few steps, that’s prob’ly the best way, dontcha think?”

“Yeah, but...”

He winked at her. “C’mon, Trick, you can’t be that heavy.”

Not for you, at least, she thought dryly. “It’s not that! I just know how fast carryin’ weight--any weight--can tire you out on stairs.”

Another shrug. “Better that than makin’ you walk on it.” Trouble grinned. “I’m not gonna drop you.”

Trick laughed. “Promise?”

His grin widened. “Shepherd’s honor.”

She only hesitated a couple seconds more. “Oh, fine.” It would be better than fumbling down on her own, no matter the loss of dignity. And they were pretty close in height, it was easy enough to wrap her arms around his neck and boost herself up. Trouble jokingly staggered sideways as he settled his grip under her legs.

“Muti,” Trick growled through a laugh as she freed one arm to punch his shoulder.

“Just teasin’,” Trouble promised with another grin.

“I know,” she said, resting her chin atop his head. His hair smelled like sun and charch and she smiled at the familiarity. “I’m good when you are.”

“Right.” He shifted ever so slightly so his hands were closer to the backs of her knees, and started down the steps.

It was trickier than either anticipated to keep their balance, but they managed to get to the bottom without killing themselves. There were two or three more similar flights to go, but Trick insisted on walking in between so Trouble could have a break. “It doesn’t hurt that much,” she promised. “More like a really strong cramp than anything.”

“You say that like it’s any better than your leg actually hurtin’.” he muttered.

“Trust me, it is,” she sighed, running one hand along her braid. I know from experience.

Trouble kicked a pebble, and they watched it skitter ahead of them. When they caught up to it, Trick kicked it further. This time it veered sideways when it ricocheted from the edge of a cobblestone and out of reach.

“So, how exactly didja break your leg so bad it helps you predict the weather?” he asked when they reached the next flight of stairs, longer and narrower and curving left.

Trick laughed as she hoisted herself up on his back again. “Oh, it was very exciting. I fell off a ladder.”

Trouble barked a disbelieving laugh of his own. “Really? That’s it?”

“Well, I may have been runnin’ from some people...” she allowed, tightening her grip when he started to turn and look at her. “Trouble, watch where you’re goin’.”

“Right, right.” He hesitated a beat. “Who were you runnin’ from?”

“You want the long version?” Trick chuckled. Even that wasn’t a terribly exciting story, in her opinion, but he was carrying her down steps without a word of complaint. She’d spin him any damn tale about herself he wanted.

“Sure, why not?” Trouble grunted, shifting his grip. “If you don’t mind, anyway.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” she promised, wriggling higher when she realized she was sort of strangling him in her current position. “So, there’s this merchant. Decided he wanted extra muscle for the trip from Capra to this town out near Lindell, which makes sense. He was offering good money and I needed work, so I signed up. It’s a pretty long trip, we had to scare off a couple groups of bandit, actually kill some mean-spirited critters, so I more than earned my lyss this time ‘round.”

“And?” Trouble prompted when she paused.

Trick snorted a laugh through her nose and rested her chin atop his head again. “And the kisich tried to weasel outta payin’ me. Dunno if he was just a skinflint or had something against Diminished or whatever, but when I stood my ground instead of cavin’ like he expected, his men went to force the issue and we had a... uh, scuffle.” She chuckled. “Got the mother of all beautiful black eyes from that scrap. Anyway, partway in, one gets the bright idea to taunt me with the coin purse holdin’ my pay. Guess he thought it would rile me up so I didn’t think straight. He forgot how hard I am to rile. And how quick I can be.” She grinned, her fingers digging into Trouble’s collar. “Punched him in the nose and took off with my money when he dropped it.”

Trouble snorted. “Lemme guess, they came after you.”

“Like yiwari after a rabbit,” Trick confirmed, sliding off his back as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “But I had a really good head start.” Her leg cramped and she glanced up at the much closer storm clouds. “And I made it even bigger ‘cause the outskirts of the town had the houses all built close together, y’know, where you can jump pretty easy roof to roof?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“There was a ladder to the roof every so many houses, so I went up the first one I found and zigzagged my way along the outskirts, jumpin’ alleys an’ hidin’ a couple times ‘til I lost ‘em.”

“Good thing you didn’t fall,” Trouble commented

“Oh, very good,” Another of those silver linings. Trick agreed wryly, scanning the side streets they passed for anything off. It seemed all clear. “Would not have been pretty.”

“Why didn’t ya just tell somebody that kisich was tryin’ to cheat ya?”

She snorted. “Maybe I woulda if I weren’t so obviously Diminished.” She watched his gaze flick to her hair, then back to the street. “They had an.... unlovey reputation regarding how they treated my kind.”

“Oh.” Trouble cracked his knuckles. “I’da kicked their asses. The merchant’s men, I mean.”

“I know,” Trick said with a smile, bumping her shoulder to his(harder than she’d meant to, her limp was getting worse). “If I’d had you backin’ me, I mighta gone for that myself. As it was, I didn’t really wanna fight them. Not there. Just wanted my money. An’ I got that.”

This last stretch of road was a short one, and they reached the final flight of stairs much more quickly than the previous ones. The clouds were actually starting to dim the sun as Trick climbed up on Trouble’s back again, and she hoped the approaching storm held off long enough for them to reach the compound.

“So where this ladder you fell off figure in?” Trouble prompted as he started down the steps.

“Right.” Trick pulled her attention off the sky and back to her story. “Getting down. I waited a good... half hour in my last hidin’ spot to make sure they were gone. The sun was startin’ to set when I finally felt safe comin’ out; the shadows kept me from seeing the, uh, condition of the closest ladder. The wood was all dry-rotted, fourth or fifth rung down broke the second I put weight on it. I fell maybe fifteen feet? Somethin’ like that.”

Trouble gave a low whistle. “Ouch.”

“Tell me about it, I’m lucky my leg’s the only thing I broke. But it was bad enough to more than make up for being the only damage--bone ripped through the skin and everything.”

“What didja do?” he asked, boosting her higher as she started to slide.

“Limped--well, hobbled is prob’ly better--around til I found a healer. Fortunately didn’t take too long,” she shrugged. “Hadn’t scrapped together enough know-how to fix somethin’ that bad for myself yet.” She wiggled her finger significantly and snorted. “Barely had twenty lyss to my name after payin’ the man. And even with his help, it still scarred real nasty. ‘Bout this long.” She let go with one hand to hold thumb and index finger four or five inches apart in demonstration. “An’ now I have a surefire way of tellin’ when it’s gonna” --a fat, wet droplet hit the back of her neck and made her flinch--”rain.”

Trouble swore as they reached the bottom of the steps and he let her down. “Was hopin’ we’d make it back ‘fore that got here,” he admitted as rain freckled both their shirts.

“You and me both,” Trick said wryly. She grabbed his wrist. The compound was in view down the the far end of the street. “C’mon, if we hurry, maybe we can at least avoid getting completely drenched.”

He laughed and let her tug him into motion, but was nice enough to not outpace her when her limp slowed her down. Which meant they both got drenched when the skies opened up just before they made it through the Shepherd compound gates.

Trouble swore again, but he was grinning when they ducked under the cover of the entrance and he shook water from his hair like a dog.

“Sorry,” Trick said through a laugh, only slightly sheepish, and squeezed water from her braid. “But thanks for the help. And stickin’ with me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he winked, thumping her on the back with one hand while he raked hair out of his eyes with the other. “It’s what you do for friends.”

“Still.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “I appreciate it. And I appreciated even more that you didn’t drop me.”

“Hey, I promised, didn’t I?” Trouble said with a laugh. “Shepherd’s honor an’ all.”

“And I’ve encountered enough people who didn’t keep their word to make me appreciate when someone does.” Trick glanced toward the courtyard, rain now falling in sheets. “You know we still have to make it across that to get to our rooms, right?”

Trouble’s grin widened. “Need another ride?”

Trick’s leg twinged even as thunder rumbled and she snorted a laugh. “Wouldn’t turn it down.”

““Alright, then.”

Neither of them cared if anyone saw their pell-mell run through the downpour for the dormitory wing of the compound, Trick’s arms locked around Trouble’s neck and both laughing the whole way. Trouble kicked the door shut behind them and Trick tightened her grip in a backwards sort-of hug before sliding off.

“Thanks, Trouble,” she grinned, bumping her shoulder to his.

“Welcome, Trick,” he returned, also grinning as he returned the shoulder bump before they headed for their rooms to dry off.

Trick found herself smiling as she stripped off her wet clothes--and not just because her gun had escaped getting wet. While her leg flaring up and then getting rained on wouldn’t have been her first choice for how to break the monotony of patrol, at least handling it with a friend--especially one strong enough to carry her--had kept it from being entirely awful.

Honestly, she had to admit as she dried off and reached for fresh clothes, it had almost (almost) been fun.

#queens fic #shepherds of haven #elyana trick #trouble alder #shoh #not really shippy bc neither of these goofballs has started falling yet #(not that they'll REALIZE when they start falling #she's at least as oblivious as him)

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