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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Permanent Chaos (4/?)

Pairing: MGK x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of underage drinking

Part Summary: Sam hosts a party and Y/N makes a not-so-great acquaintance of a certain rock star.

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Sam’s house is filled with people. I know the majority of the partiers, the rest I can recognize from whatever field of entertainment they’re in. The music is blasting over the speakers and the voices fill the remaining space.

I search around for him. I manage to find him in the family room on the couch. He’s chatting with a group of people, including Penelope. I make my way over, shuffling between bodies. When I appear out from within the crowd, Sam gleams.

“You made it!”

“I did!” I giggle.

We hug and he introduces me to the girl beside him. “Y/N, this is Cara.”

As if I don't know who Cara Delevigne is, I may be busy but I don't live on Mars. I smile at her kindly. “Nice to meet you!”

“You too! I’m a huge fan of your work on TSL!” She gushes, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

The Seasons of Life is often shortened to TSL, just a side note.

Cara’s accent is so pretty! She’s already a model then she has to have a British accent as if she wasn’t perfect enough!

“Aw, thank you so much!”

Sam slips by me. “I’m going to go get us a drink!”

"Oh wait, Sam!"

“I know what to do!” He shouts back without stopping. I should know better. With how much time we spend together, he would know my order.

“That kid,” I sigh to Penelope and Cara.

The two giggle and we go on to talk about this and that. Fun enough, Cara leaves for Paris tomorrow for a fashion show. Must be exciting to travel so often and to wear the most amazing clothes. She’s quite funny. Her personality is so vibrant and warm. I can see us being good friends.

A loud voice echoes through the house and the three of us look toward the archway to see who it’s coming from. Bodies block the view so I turn my attention back to the girls. Penelope and I discuss the photoshoot in two days and Cara talks about her experiences with Vanity Fair.

“Hey, Cara!” A voice greets behind me.

I don't turn around, but I can feel their energy hovering over me. They shuffle to stand right beside me. I glance up, but can't recognize them.

Cara stands up to hug them. “Good to see you! How are you?” She keeps him in an embrace.

“Great, great!” The guy, who’s back is to me for some reason seems familiar. I can’t quite put my finger on it.

“You know Sam?” She questions as they part.

“Not really, I came with a few friends.”

I look over at Penelope for a hint as to who it could be. She shrugs and watches the two interact.

“Speaking of, have you seen him? I should say hi.” The man asks.

“He went to the kitchen to get a drink for him and Y/N.”

The man turns around and he peers down at me on the couch. I should’ve guessed it… MGK. The hair and a million tattoos should've been a dead giveaway. That bright blonde mess of a hairstyle.

“Colson, this is Y/N Voss,” Cara introduces us.

He glances down at me with a smile. “We’ve met actually,” he claims.

My head tilts, I can’t recall when we've met properly.

“Today after I performed on James’s show,” he describes, towering over me.

“Oh! Awesome!” Cara sits back down next to me.

All I can do is stare at Colson in confusion. “If you count glancing at one another from across the room once as meeting,” I reply a bit snarky.

He gives me a toothy grin and eases down onto the cushion ottoman right across from me. “It was more than one glance,” he argues.

“You would know, you’re the one that never looked away," I fire back.

Cara and Penelope exchange a glance, snicker, then leave the scene together. They offer their goodbye before giggling away. They're smart.

Colson seems to have not noticed or at least doesn’t care. He moves to take Cara's spot on the cushion next to me. “You would’ve had to been looking to have noticed that I never looked away.”

My head rolls back, with a mocking laugh. “Well aren’t you a genius!”

He rests his arm on the back of the couch behind me. “I like to think so.”

“One vodka tonic.” Sam interrupts, holding out my drink.

I take it bitterly. "Thanks."

“Sam huh?” Colson stands up and the two shake hands. “I’m Colson, nice to officially meet you, man!”

Sam treats him like an old friend which annoys the heck out of me. Colson so far has only shown his arrogance to me. “You too! Great seeing you today at the show. Your performance was amazing.”

“Thanks, your interview was hilarious!” Colson fakes charming better than some actors.

“You watched?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, I stuck around just off-camera. You two are great!”

Watching these two talk each other up is a bromance waiting to happen.

Sam gestures to me with his glass. “Y/N here is the real comedian. There’s never a dull moment with her."

“I'm sure.” Colson peers down at me with a bright smile. "We’ve only just met and she’s already sparked a debate with me.”

I narrow my eyes at Colson, what’s he trying to start?

Sam settles down on the ottoman where Colson was. “What about?” He is all for the conversation and is jumping headfirst into the tiff between us.

Colson smiles but I see the mischief in his eyes.

“It wasn’t a debate” I rise to my feet in front of the boys. “If you would excuse.” I step away from the couch a little irked.

“Oh come on now Baby, I’m only joking,” Colson calls not bothered.

“Oh no,” Sam laughs behind me. “Best not call her that or any pet names for that matter. She hates them!”

I don’t even acknowledge them on my walk out of the room. Cocky, annoying, ugh! It’s been maybe five minutes and he’s already managed to irritate me. Maybe all the things they write in the tabloids about him are true. A spoiled, arrogant, womanizing jerk. A piece of the worst parts of the industry. I'm going to go find the girls and stay far away from Colson Baker.

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On the set of the Vanity Fair shoot, the atmosphere is lively and carefree. The theme is an 80’s vintage style and since it’s coming back the magazine is mixing old with the new. Sam and I are in an old-fashioned record store and it’s wicked! The walls are teal and remind me of an old Taco Bell. There are rows and rows of just vinyl records. My hair is teased in an 80’s rock band kind of hairstyle. 80s music has been playing on set all morning to set the mood. I'm living for it!

A lady approaches me with a huge light wash denim jacket.

“No way! I get to wear this!” I gush.

She helps me put it on and I’m dying from how awesome this shoot is.

I immediately go to Sam's trailer. “Sam! I’m rocking the denim on denim look!” I show off my high-waisted light wash denim shorts with a black bulky leather belt around my waist.

He laughs. “I appreciate the denim on denim but I have to say my favorite part is the old Bon Jovi T.”

The photographer, Adam, comes up with this brilliant idea for me to stand on the crates of records. Where the two rows in the middle of the store meet, there’s enough room for me to stand. Once I’m up there and I can find the balance in these red heels, they have Sam join me.

“Sam, grab her leg and look up at her as though you’re keeping an eye on her,” Adam instructs.

The camera flashes and between snaps, I change my facial features.

“Good! Good! Let’s get some shots from the counter!”

Sam helps me down from the crates and I hop down. We get a shot of me laying across the counter with a red sucker in my hand and Sam hovering over me. This shoot is incredibly fun and I can’t wait to see the finished product.

Sam and I change outfits and Adam asks if he can get a video for the website and YouTube channel. Of course, we said yes. It’ll be a montage of an interview of us individually and then of us just messing around throughout the store with 80’s music playing in the background. Adam has me sit on an 80’s style floral couch they set up in front of a backdrop in the back room. The whole setup is very comfortable and intimate. Only us, a few lights and a camera with the radio playing. Sam is in makeup and dress for the part of the video of us being candid.

“You can sit however you like!” Adam instructs, meaning I’m sitting too formal with my posture straight and legs crossed. “Act like we’re just hanging out or something.”

I adjust myself and crisscross my legs, slouching a bit.

“Much better!” he compliments, staring down at the camera. He hits up on a stool and positions his camera on the stand. “What’s it like to be on the cover of Vanity Fair?”

“The whole experience is unreal! I remember having a subscription to Teen Vogue growing up. My friends and I loved them!”

“Would you describe your style as modern or classic?”

“Classic for sure!” I gush.

Adam snickers. “What’s your favorite decade for fashion?”

I laugh and gesture down at my outfit. “The 80’s.”

“Does anyone from the 80’s inspire your style in particular?”

I tap the tips of my fingers together and hum. “That’s a toughy! I guess I would have to say Demi Moore for the hair. Specifically, her haircut from About Last Night… that’s where I got the style for my hair actually. Another big one would be Cindy Crawford, such a fashion icon!” I could talk about fashion all day and the icons idolize.

“Heels or sneakers?”

“Depends on the occasion. Sneakers for everyday things, I could never live without my trusty Converse. Yet, I would wear heels if I’m dressing it up a bit.”

"Are you more of a girly-girl or tomboy?”

“People who know me well would say I’m a girly-girl but I also don’t mind downplaying it from time to time. I’ve gotten better lately at relaxing and no being so “on” all the time.”

“Hair up or down?”

“Half up, half down,” I wiggle my eyebrows playfully looking into the camera.

Adam chuckles behind the camera. He changes topics. “You’re from South Carolina originally...”

My heart sinks a little at the mention of home, but I hide behind a smile. “That I am.”

“You haven’t been back in almost a year, do you miss it?”

I play with the ends of my hair, examining my lap. Avoiding the camera lens. I look at anywhere but there. “If I were to miss anything about South Carolina, it would be the gorgeous landscape and southern food."

“You have three siblings, correct?” Adam asks next.

“I do, an older brother and sister, then a younger brother.” I list.

“What do they think about the show and your career?”

I nod. “They support me but the distance is hard. As you said, we haven’t all been together in almost a year.”

“Do you have any plans to go visit home soon?”

I sigh, “sadly no, my work keeps me quite busy.”

The interview goes on and we discuss how my style has evolved since I was a teen starting out in the business. I’ll admit, the topics about home and family sucked. Work and personal life are two separate jobs, my worlds can’t collide. I never bring South Carolina into it.

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After the shoot, I received a call from Cara when we were finishing up the photoshoot. Last night, Cara, Penelope, and I had a blast! I completely forgot about the whole tiff with Colson once I reached them in the kitchen. Since then, we’ve been three peas in a pod. While we were talking on the phone, she invited Sam and me to dinner at The Ivy.

“A small gathering of friends,” she told me and asked for us to be there by seven.

Jump ahead to now and Sam is parallel parking the car. I hop out and wait on the sidewalk for Sam to walk around. Our hands' interlock and the paparazzi take notice of us when people on the sidewalk pull out their phones.

“Y/N! SAM! SAM! OVER HERE!”

“HOW’S FILMING GOING?”

“It’s good to be back on set!” I cover my eyes with my clutch.

“YOUR INTERVIEW WITH JAMES CORDEN WAS GREAT!”

“SOCIAL BLEW UP AFTER THE INTERVIEW!”

Sam asks for the guys to make a path so we can get through without issues. He releases my hand and presses his palm to my lower back protectively.

“WE’VE ALREADY SEEN Cara AND PENELOPE GO IN!”

“A FEW PEOPLE ACTUALLY!”

“ARE YOU ALL MEETING UP?”

“Maybe, maybe not!” I look into one of the video cameras and wink.

The guy behind it gets a hoot out of my expression.

Sam and I reach the restaurant and the men let us go in unbothered.

“WE’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE TO YOUR DINNER!”

“Thanks guys, see you later!” I wave to them and their cameras shoot rapidly.

The noise dies down when we go back further into the restaurant. Sam spots Cara in the back and guides me back there. Tables are lined up in a long row and the majority of the seats are filled.

Cara, cool as a cucumber pulls me into a hug. “Hey Y/N! So glad you two could come!” She sits Sam and me across from each other near the middle. She insisted that I sit by her so we could chat. We get to talking about the Vanity Fair shoot today then she’s pulled away when another guest arrives.

The waitress comes up behind me and requests my drink order.

“I’ll have a sweet tea please.”

“We only serve unsweetened.”

I hate it when they say that. “That’s fine, thank you!” Sam eyes me and I pout about having no sweet tea.

“You realize there’s sugar right here.” He slides me the packets of sugar.

“Yes but it’s not the same. There’s sweet tea at every restaurant where I’m from and I come here boom! Sweet tea is nonexistent!”

"What’s the drink that’s carbonated?” He’s asking to be annoying because the west coast and the midwest disagree on the name.

“Pop!” I glare at him.

“That’s right! Pop! Sounds like you’re saying pot every time.” He laughs at his own joke, finding himself humorous.

“It’s soda by the way," he corrects.

“Uh uh,” I refuse to change my ways, “it’s pop.”

The empty chair next to me slides back and when I glance up to see who’s doing it, an instant headache hits my brain.

Sam greets Colson warmly with a handshake. I shoot Sam another glare. He’s acting neutral but that shouldn’t be a choice in this case. He was my friend first!

Colson removes black Ray-Bans from his face and positions them on top of his head.

“Hello Y/N.” Colson sends me one of his charming grins so many teen girls swoon over.

“Hi,” I reply, not attempting to hide my disinterest. I curve my body away from him and towards Cara, legitly giving him the cold shoulder.

The dinner goes on without a hitch surprisingly, considering the circumstances. Penelope leans down over the back of my chair to say our goodbyes.

I turn around in my chair to face her. “See ya tomorrow.”

“See ya,” she rubs her hand up and down my arm.

She and I exchange kisses on the cheek. “Love you!” We say in unison as we part.

“Later Sam!” She wiggles her fingers at him in a wave.

Sam and I stick around a while longer since Cara and I have gotten into a deep conversation about our shared love for vintage things. A conversation about our collections of records alone went on for twenty minutes. I hadn't noticed that it was just four of us now. Sam and Colson have been talking most of the dinner.

A pair of hands rest on my shoulders and steal my attention away from Cara. “Y/N, you ready to go?” Sam asks.

“We’ll head out too!” Cara announces with her sights directed behind me.

I look over my shoulder and Colson is standing beside Sam. The four of us walking out together… how convenient.

I grab my clutch, sticking close to Sam to dodge Colson.

The four of us walk toward the front of the restaurant and right when we reach the steps leading outside, Cara announces that she forgot her purse.

“I’ll be right back!” She urges us to go on without her.

The cameras waited for us as I assumed they would. They’re capturing every minute of us waiting for Cara.

I place my hand on Sam’s shoulder, “would you go help her?”

“You sure?” His eyes flicker between me and Colson.

“I’ll be fine,” I assure him and he promises he’ll only be a second.

“Go to the car so you aren’t bothered,” he refers to the paparazzi.

“I’ll walk her,” Colson offers.

Sam gives him the go-ahead as he goes off to help in the search for the purse.

I’m left with the one guy I was avoiding. I grip the keys in my hand and walk down the brick steps to the sidewalk. I hear Colson behind me and stop to address him. “I can walk myself to the car.”

He raises his arms mocking a surrender. “I don’t doubt your ability to walk, just helping out.”

“I don’t need your help,” I scoff, starting to walk again.

“I never said you did,” Colson sassily replies.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

A man runs around me to get a photo of me straight on.

“Y/N! Y/N! WALKING IN WITH SAM AND LEAVING WITH MGK, ANY EXPLANATION?”

I pause for a moment, making eye contact with the man behind the camera. Is he honestly trying to start drama? What lies are he going to sell? I’m only going to the car because Sam requested. The only reason Colson is even near me is that he’s so freaking persistent.

I push back the aggravation and force my lips into a kind smile. I can’t have a single moment of weakness. I can’t give in to my emotions like others. “Sam is helping Cara with something inside. Colson was kind enough to walk me to the car.”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU GUYS KNOWN EACH OTHER?”

I purposefully answer quickly so Colson doesn’t even have the chance to think of a response. “Not long, we met the other day backstage at The Late Late Show. We have a lot of the same friends and had no idea!” I peek over at Colson and he gives me a knowing look. I dismiss it and go on with my charade. I will not let this jerk mess with my career.

“ANY CHANCE OF HAVING COLSON GUEST STAR ON THE SHOW?”

“That would be great!” I lie my butt off, “having more friends on set would be fun!”

“COLSON, HOW’S YOUR NEW ALBUM COMING ALONG?!”

“We’re in the recording stage right now. Should be released sometime this summer," he answers.

“FOLLOWING UP WITH A TOUR?”

“Of course!” he chuckles.

I unlock the car and move around the guys to reach the door.

“WE’LL LET YOU GUYS GO ON. ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR NIGHT!” One of them departs.

“Thank you! You too!” I wave goodbye.

Some stick behind to get a few last pictures but for the most part, they all disburse. The ones remaining, however, keep their distance.

I yank on the handle of the door and Colson holds it for me. As if he's a gentleman. I begin to climb in, prepared to yank it shut in his face.

“Friends huh?” Colson chuckles.

I turn around abruptly and check around the general area of the sidewalk for any cameras. Seems the remainder of the guys have left. I shut the door and Colson removes his hand in a rush.

“No, not friends! I only said that to please the public," I huff.

“Ouch!” he acts offended, placing his hand on his heart. “I did find it interesting that you claimed we met backstage the other day so I was right!” He chuckles, believing he caught me.

“No, no, no, no!" I shut that thought down quickly. "The only reason I made that up was that it’s not good for my image if I admit I was at a party. People tend to assume that heavy drinking and drugs occur at parties. I can’t be associate with that scene!”

“Oh, so it’s alright to lie?” He crosses his arms and snickers, glancing down the street toward the restaurant.

I roll my eyes, of course, he doesn’t understand, why would he? “You don’t get it” I scoff, dismissing him. I turn and reach for the car handle again.

“So what if you were at a party? People drink, if some have a problem with that, that’s their problem. Oh! I forgot! You're America's Sweetheart! The perfect angel princess with a spotless record,” he mocks.

I slam the car door shut, having hit my limit. I keep my voice hush. “It’s not that simple! I'm not like you! I can't be caught partying! If the country, the world, sees the truth then my image is ruined! I've been doing this since I was a teenager! I worked way too hard for far too long to lose everything over a stupid mistake!”

Colson’s face falters from his usual carefree expression to one of seriousness.

“Found it! Let’s go!” Sam announces loudly to the whole block.

I toss him the keys and glance back to Colson who stands there in a stillness I have yet to see from me. His stare makes me want to hide. I feel as though I’m under a microscope being studied.

“Toodaloo Y/N! ‘Till next time my pals!” Cara strolls down the sidewalk.

It’s evident she’s had a couple of drinks. She sways further down the sidewalk and comes to a stop once she notices Colson isn’t following.

“Later Cara!” Sam shouts over the top of the car behind me.

Colson and I stare at each other I’m guessing for different reasons. He appears lost in thought and I’m desperately trying to figure out why. If I look away, I fear he’ll break to pieces or something.

Cara pauses. “Colson? You coming?”

He holds out for a moment but finally breaks eye contact with me. "Yeah."

When I’m no longer staring into those black works of art I regain my ability to move. I hurry into the car and Sam says his goodbyes again over the top of the car. I buckle my seatbelt when he climbs in. Watching strangers walk up and down the sidewalk, I’m perfectly aware of Sam starring me down.

He pulls onto the street. “Are we gonna talk about it or are we doing silence?”

I reach over and turn up the radio.

“Of course you make your own option.” Sam watches me, waiting for some sort of explanation.

We come in at the end of a song and the next one is oh too recognizable. The classic rock sound that is a part of all of Colson’s music plays through the car speakers. His vocals enter the soundwave and I groan loudly over the music before turning off the radio.

"No music then!" I snap.

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its-r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s · 5 years

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The Right Side of Wrong- Ch 7: Your Happiness

Words: 1634

Warnings: threats, I honestly don’t really know what to write here anymore. Y’all know how my writing tends to go, right? If there’s anything really distressing, I’ll warn ya

Ch 6 | Ch 8

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“If you guys hadn’t have brought him here, this never would have happened. What were you thinking?!” I scolded them, like disobedient children. The issue was, they weren’t children. And they weren’t going to take any condescendance from me.

“He was going to come with or without us!” Evie argued. “We just wanted to protect him!”

“Not to mention, that you just up and left for the Isle first!” Jay was pissed. I hadn’t seen him so upset since our first family day at Auradon Prep.

“Oh, are you a toddler now? ‘Mal ran away first!’ Stop pointing fingers!”

“I SWEAR-”

“Okay! Okay!” Carlos stepped between us. “What are we going to do?”

I glared at them. “‘We,’” I gestured between the four of us, “aren’t doing anything. This is between Uma and me. And she’s a punk. And guess what? Now I have to go get him!”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Carlos said. “You’re still going to have to go through Harry Hook and his wharf rats.”

“You’re going to need us!” Jay tried, but I already made up my mind.

“Uma said to come alone. Besides, she’s not out to kill me, or else she wouldn’t have taken Ben. He’s just a bargaining chip. Uma has set this up to make a deal.”

“And when you don’t agree to her deal?” Evie insisted. “What about then? They’ll happily beat the shit out of you. Or Ben.”

“Who says I’m going to disagree?”

I pushed past them, towards the door.

“M, you don’t know what she’s asking yet.”

“What have I got to lose?!” I shouted back. “I don’t have a family anymore. I don’t have any status or dignity. You three can stand up for yourselves. And she already has Ben.”

“Be careful!” I could hear Carlos yell down as I hit the street and made my way to the Chip Shoppe.

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As I got closer to the edges of the Isle, I started to walk with a purpose. If anyone saw me now, I wanted them to see the daughter of Maleficent, on her way to destroy an enemy. Whatever happened it there, I wanted people to watch me go in with a purpose.

I threw the doors open, careful not to flinch as they slammed into the walls on either side.

“I’m back,” I sung.

I wanted to throw up in my mouth. I sounded so much like my mother. Teasing the tormented and looking down on everyone.

“Loser,” Uma called, grabbing my attention, “party of one. Right this way, please.”

I watched Uma very carefully. She had definitely changed a lot, but then again, so had I. Her hair was so long I had to wonder how she got anything done with it. It was a teal blue, along with the rest of her outfit.

I stepped towards her and she stood her ground, glaring at me.

When I approached the table, she kicked an empty chair towards me, forcing my instincts to kick in and stop it before it ran into me. She giggled at my unease.

I relaxed at the table, trying not to let her get the better of me.

“Place still stinks,” I jabbed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she played, sarcastically. “We’re down a butler today, princess.”

“Where is he?” I demanded.

“You know, I’ve dreamed of this. You wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook.”

She was stalling. Who knows what for, but I didn’t care. Two could play at that game.

“I’m so flattered that you dream of me. I haven’t given you a thought since I left.”

That one pissed her off. She slammed her hands down on the table in front of me, then let out a frustrated sigh. “Obviously.”

“Listen, if you have some kind of score to settle with me, game on. I see no need to bring Ben into this.”

She chuckled. “It may be a little unnecessary, but, oh, it is so much fun. Besides, we’re all villains here. We don’t fight fair, now do we, Mal?”

I raised an eyebrow, knowing that she was trying to crawl under my skin. But the new me didn’t flinch at a comment at that. I still flinched and fell and got angry, but under very different circumstances.

“Now, here’s the deal-”

“Just like your mother, always a catch.”

She sat down at the table and crossed her arms. “Bring me Fairy Godmother’s wand, and Ben is free to go.”

I hesitated. What?

“Why does everyone want the wand so badly? You can’t use it here.”

“I don’t plan on using it,” she snarled. “I plan to break it.”

Oh no…

“What?” she asked, watching my face drop. “You regretting bringing Ben along?”

If Uma broke the wand, she could break the barrier. Without using magic or anything. It was part of the reason the wand was protected so heavily. My mother never would have considered it, because she wanted to have that power, but Uma was out for something else. Uma just wanted off the Isle.

“If you want beasty boy back, bring the wand to my ship tomorrow at twelve noon… sharp.” She stood up and began to walk away, but flipped around. “Oh, and if you blab… you can kiss your baby goodbye.”

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“There’s no way we can give Uma the wand.” Evie paced around my apartment. “If she breaks the barrier, the villains will destroy Auradon.”

“If Uma doesn’t get the wand, then Ben is toast, guys,” Carlos argued.

“Well, we can’t just give Uma, of all people, the magic wand.��

“What else are we going to do?” Jay fired.

“Wait, you guys!” I interrupted. “Your 3D printer!”

“A phony wand,” Carlos said, catching on.

“Well, the second Uma breaks it, she’ll know it’s fake,” Evie argued.

“Not if we get Ben out fast enough. We need some sort of diversion.”

“Smoke bombs!” Jay jumped up from his seat.

“That’s perfect!” Evie exclaimed. “I can get the chemicals I need from Lady Tremaine’s place. That could work!”

“Okay, Carlos, Jay? You meet us at Pirate’s Bay, no later than noon. And you guys, losing? Not an option… Cause we’re rotten…”

“To the core.” I could see the corner of Evie’s mouth turn up as she finished up the line with the boys.

“Let’s do this,” she smirked.

Jay suddenly cleared his throat as we all made our way to leave. “Carlos? Evie? Could you wait outside for us?”

I froze, anxiety rising in my chest. Oh god. Now what did he want to talk about?

The other two quietly agreed and began their descent from the room. I stood completely still, trying to look unamused with the time he was wasting.

“Mal, I thought we were past this.”

I blinked. “Past what?”

“Past the whole ‘I’m going to act all tough and okay when I’m not okay’ act.”

“I am okay,” I insisted. “Because we’re going to get Ben back.”

“Not now. In Auradon. If you aren’t okay, then you come talk to me. That’s how we promised it would be.”

“That shouldn’t sacrifice either of our happinesses.”

“Sacrificing our happiness?” he asked, incredulously. “By talking to one another?”

“Yes! If I talked to you about this, you would be constantly worrying again. You have so much right now. You’re happy in Auradon. You’ve got Tourney, and you’re a flirt, and Evie and Carlos love to hang out with you-”

“And you don’t?”

“-and I’m not happy. If I told you about this, Jay, you would try to convince me to stay. Everyone would have. So, yeah, I didn’t tell you, because it would sacrifice both of our happinesses.”

“You know why I would be worrying about you, if you told me? Why I would have tried to convince you to stay?” he burst, walking to me. “It’s because I care about you, Mal. You’ve been my best friend since childhood. We’ve been through almost everything together! You are my happiness!”

I flinched at his words. Afraid to look in his eyes or say anything, I ended up staring at his shoes.

After a couple of beats, with no response from me, he walked back, pacing slightly.

“If we stay, you’ll need to find room for me.”

My eyes met his slowly. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “Well, if you insist on staying here, I guess it’ll have to do. But your apartment’s not huge. And I ain’t gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Jay, you can’t-”

“Do you remember when we made the anti-love spell for Ben?”

I paused. “Yes?”

“I said, do what will make you happy. And you chose Auradon. You chose Ben… I said something else that night. Do you remember?”

I shook my head, silent.

“I said that Evie, Carlos, and I would follow you, no matter what you did. Because you finding happiness is what would make us happy. We wanted to be with you, Mal… Well, if this is your choice now, I’m staying.”

My throat closed up, my eyes glazing over.

“Jay,” I breathed. “I’m so lost.”

I could hear him breathing from the other side of the room, but neither of us dared look at each other. I sniffled, not wanting to walk back down to the others with tear tracks down my face.

“Did you paint this one today?”

I turned to the large wall. My friends stared back, still not right.

“Yeah, but it’s not done.”

“Well, obviously not,” he informed me. “It needs you.”

He didn’t look away from the painting. Not after I gasped. Not after I started crying. Not even after I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me back, but the entire time, his eyes were locked on the three faces.

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themurphyzone · 5 years

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Oneshot: Perry the Pomeranian

AU of Got Game? where Perry is a human. Yes, this is the episode where Heinz entered Perry into a dog show.

Heads up: This whole scenario is a bit less innocent when two people are involved. I’m not really sure what to tag this as to be honest, If you think I should tag something please let me know, because some of this leans a bit towards roleplay. There will be lots of awkwardness and embarrassing situations!

He didn’t get paid enough for this.

Perry dragged himself into his seat for mission briefing, exhausted from climbing several long flights of stairs. Of course the elevator was broken. And just when he thought his equipment was in good shape that week.

Major Monogram was already onscreen. He raised an eyebrow, and Perry slowly corrected his posture to make it look like he was paying the utmost attention.

“There you are, Agent P. Sorry about the stairs, our elevator maintenance guy is on a corporate retreat with our slide-waxing guy,” Major Monogram stated.

Liar. He didn’t sound sorry.

“Anyway, our intelligence tells us that Doofenshmirtz has been shopping around for a show dog. We need you to infiltrate the pet store and uncover his evil plan. Carl, send him the mission outfit.”

“Sending!” Carl exclaimed from offscreen.

A containment unit rose from the ground, revealing a fuzzy ginger and cream onesie. A headband with floppy ears was attached to the front.

Perry hated this mission already.

“Anyway, I'm goin' home early. It's taco night. Ha-ha!” Monogram laughed.

The screen faded to black.

Perry folded the onesie, stuffing it beneath his coat so he could smuggle it into the house.

And to smuggle it into the house, he needed to climb the stairs.

The super-long, super-exhausting staircase of absolute madness.

Perry sighed.

The owner of the My Little Doggies pet store didn’t notice Perry slip in. She didn’t even question why there was an enormous Pomeranian by the front window.

Perry had snagged a spare dog cushion and taken a spot where he would easily be visible to people coming in. Since most of the customers were only buying supplies for pets they already owned, Perry didn’t need to discourage them from purchasing him.

He had to consciously resist wrinkling his nose at the idea of being purchased.

He couldn’t smudge the makeup he’d borrowed from Linda’s kit. It took way too long to smear a passable imitation of a dog nose on his face.

“Yes, I'm looking for a purebred show dog,” a familiar voice said.

He must’ve missed Heinz coming in. Perry sat up to make himself more noticeable. This entire mission hinged on making himself appealing enough for Heinz to buy.

“Well, we have various award-winning breeds to choose from,” the owner replied, gesturing to several dogs in their kennels.

Heinz glanced over each of them, frowning when none of the canines seemed to meet his criteria. He opened his mouth to ask the owner another question, but paused the moment he saw Perry.

“Ooh! What about him?” Heinz gasped, grinning madly as he tore across the room to where Perry was sitting.

Perry kept his face impassive as Heinz’s long fingers stroked underneath his chin.

Heinz wasn’t rough at all. His fingers were practically dancing across Perry’s skin.

“He's perfect! Coochie-coochie-coo!” Heinz squealed as he tickled the faux fur on Perry’s chest. “You’re Doctor D's precious little puppy, aren't you?”

Perry rolled his eyes.

Heinz really needed to work harder on his evil credibility.

“Sir, I'm not even sure if that's a dog,” the owner protested. She peered at Perry’s teal hair suspiciously.

Perry froze. She’d blow his cover if he didn’t do something to make her believe he was a real dog!

What would a real dog do?

Perry’s eyes fell on a terrier who was sniffing a chihuahua’s butt.

New question. What would a real dog do that would leave about seventy percent of his dignity intact?

An idea finally came to him.

He rolled onto his back, completely exposing his belly. It was risky to be in such a vulnerable position, but this would aid his goal in the long run. Heinz made a strange noise in the back of his throat, taking the invitation to vigorously rub Perry’s stomach.

Perry kept a hand on his headband to make sure it stayed in place. Fortunately, Heinz seemed to view this as a cute gesture.

“He loves belly rubs, and that’s good enough for me,” Heinz told the owner. “I get a big alimony check every month, so money's no object.”

The owner rubbed her hands in glee. “In that case, he’s ten thousand dollars.”

Once the transaction was completed, Heinz returned to nuzzling Perry. “Aw, who’s a little cutie? You are, yes you are!” he cooed.

Perry turned his head away from Heinz so the makeup on his nose didn’t smudge from the face nuzzles he was receiving.

Heinz broke off the nose-to-nose contact with a wicked grin. “You’re my ticket into the Danville Dog Show. Together, we’ll make them pay for all I’ve suffered.”

Ah, a backstory scheme and not an eliminate-the-annoyance scheme.

“Back when I was just a little schtumpel, my father came home with a brand-new spitzenhound puppy that he won in a game of Poke the Goozim With a Stick,” Heinz narrated. “My father said the dog was like the son he never had...and named him Only Son.”

Perry winced. Heinz didn’t notice and stroked him absentmindedly.

“Only Son became an award-winning show dog, bringing my father fame and fortune, while I was forced to be the lawn gnome. You remember that story with my neighbor Kenny?”

Perry tensed. Heinz was terrible with disguises! Why did today have to be the day Heinz recognized him?

“ I don't have to go through...okay,” Heinz said. He straightened up, and Perry hesitated, unwilling to follow him off the cushion. He couldn’t scuff up his hands and knees by crawling around like a baby. It would be absolute murder on his back too.

But at least his previous worry was unfounded. Heinz had already changed the topic.

“To recap, my entire fragile self-esteem is totally dependent on your performance today at the dog show. You know, no pressure,” Heinz said as he exited the store. Realizing that Perry wasn’t following him, he frowned. “The dog show is that way.”

“Sir, the city has leash laws,” the owner piped up. She clipped a red leash to Perry’s collar before handing the other end to Heinz. “That’ll be ten dollars.”

“Extortionist,” Heinz muttered. He tossed a crumpled bill into her hand and stormed off, only to be tugged back by Perry’s refusal to budge. “Time’s a-wastin’, Puffy! You know what? I’m totally calling you that now. Puffy the Pomeranian has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Perry balked. Anyone who chose to name another living being ‘Puffy’ was pure evil.

A leash was sort of like a trap, right? Heinz had restrained him with more uncomfortable things before.

Heinz smirked, as if that had been his brilliant plan along.

Having enough, Perry decided to throw caution to the wind. He stood up and followed Heinz out the store, causing the owner to swoon and faint from the shock.

“Oh, cool!” Heinz exclaimed. “You can do that bipedal thing like a secret agent! No idea where you learned that, but that gives us a leg up on the competition!”

Perry allowed Heinz to take the lead, walking behind him at a comfortable pace.

“So yesterday I was watching Ambivalence,” Heinz said. “It’s this show where the couple has this weird relationship and they’re constantly bickering over the most trivial things. Like who argues over how many chocolate chips you can put into a freshly baked cookie? Does anyone ever count those things? So in the latest episode, Troy was revealed to be an ancient Greek warrior who was flung into the future by Aphrodite and cursed so that he never could hold on to a romantic relationship again. Then again, it was obvious in hindsight. All the guy ever checked out at the library were books on classical mythology.”

Intrigued, Perry didn’t interrupt him as Heinz explained the subtler bits of foreshadowing. He’d have to check out the show in his spare time.

“No, no! It’s Heinz Doofenshmirtz!” Heinz snapped. “You know, rhymes with hurts!”

“Heinz Doofenshultz?”

“Doof. En. Shmirtz,” Heinz drawled each syllable.

The attendant at registration raised an eyebrow. “I see,” she finally said. “Heinz Doofenshmidt, entering your bich…”

Perry prayed some random invention would fall from the sky on top of her, but that only worked when the person verbally invoking fate wasn’t expecting it.

“…on frise.”

“Puffy’s a Pomeranian,” Heinz retorted. “Not a Belgian freeze or whatever you just said.”

“Isn’t he a little bipedal to be a Pomeranian?” the attendant asked.

“Yes, yes he is. So are we in now?”

“Yeah, fine. You’re in the toy breed section.”

The attendant quickly handed him a slip, obviously wanting Heinz to stop holding up the line.

Oblivious to the angry glares he was receiving from the people behind him, Heinz marched off with Perry in tow.

While the other competitors paraded their obedient dogs around for the judges, Perry watched Heinz for any signs of evildoing.

“Don't worry about your lack of training and experience, because I have an ace in the hole!” Heinz exclaimed, pulling out a ray gun from his lab coat pocket. “Behold! The Misbehave-inator! It, Does what the name implies. Watch this!”

He zapped a poodle, who took a large chomp out of his handler’s arm. Other dogs quickly followed suit, and soon the arena was filled with screams as dogs filled the arena with holes and demanded subjugation from the humans.

“Nothing can stop us now!” Heinz cackled.

Taking that as his cue, Perry wrapped both of his hands around Heinz’s arm and threw him to the ground, forcing him to drop the Misbehave-inator. Perry snatched the device, then sprinted over to a rope that was attached to the upper level of the convention center.

“Hey, what was all that about?” Heinz demanded, slightly dazed from the force of Perry’s throw.

Perry ripped off the headband and replaced it with his fedora.

“Perry the Pomeranian?”

Rolling his eyes, Perry ripped off the Pomeranian suit, glad to finally be rid of it. Good thing he’d worn his blue collared shirt and brown slacks underneath.

“Perry the Platypus!” Heinz yelped. He ducked his head, refusing to make eye contact with Perry. A blush spread across his face until his head vaguely resembled a misshapen tomato. “I named you ‘Puffy’...with the whole leash thing...and the cootchie-cootchie-coo stuff too, and...oh man, this isn’t being televised is it? Wait, were you wearing your normal suit under the Pomeranian outfit the entire time? Weren’t you hot with all those layers?”

Leaving the question unanswered, Perry ascended the rope with the Misbehave-inator in hand.

“Hey, bring back my Misbehave-inator!” Heinz shrieked. Perry felt the rope tighten as Heinz pursued him. “And you have some explainin’ to do, Mr. I Let My Nemesis Walk Me Around the City on a Leash Because I Have a Complete Disregard for His Evil Reputation!”

Perry grabbed hold of the landing skid on a low-flying helicopter, smirking as he made his escape with the Misbehave-inator. Then something clamped down on his leg, and Perry quickly held the Misbehave-inator out of Heinz’s evil clutches.

The device fired yellow beams all over the place as they grappled for control. Finally, Heinz threw himself across Perry’s chest in a last-ditch effort. But the helicopter shifted upwards, throwing Heinz off-balance when he overshot his desired prize.

Heinz fell through the roof of the My Little Doggies store and landed in a dog kennel.

Karma had never felt so good before.

Many months later....

“Happy birthday, Perry the Platypus!” Heinz shouted, popping out from behind his couch. Of course, Perry knew he was there since stealth wasn’t Heinz’s strong suit, but he still pretended to be surprised.

And it wasn’t actually his birthday, but everybody just seemed to pick a random day to celebrate it anyway, so he was used to it.

Heinz slid a present over to him, unable to stop twitching as Perry carefully unwrapped the bow and opened the box.

Inside was an exact replica of the Pomeranian suit he’d worn for the Misbehave-inator mission.

Heinz grinned innocently. “What? Ginger and cream really complements your skin tone!”

#perry the platypus #heinz doofenshmirtz #perryshmirtz #phineas and ferb #fanfiction #awkwardness and secondhand embarrassment

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neptoons1998 · 6 years

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Silk of Water

Hey guys! Here ’s this chapter. I’ll post the video a couple hours later after this post.

(1) (2) (3) (4)

The next evening King Eric knocked on this youngest daughter’s door, “Hey hon, “ As he opened the door and went closer to the bed Uma was laying on. “How are you feeling?”

Uma’s teal braids sprayed around her pillows with a frown on her face. “I feel fine,” Uma voiced out to her father. “Dad, when will I be able to control my powers?”

Eric sat on his daughter’s bed, “I don’t know maybe when you get older. Just keep wearing those bracelets until then ok?”

The girl nodded playing lightly at the golden jewelry. “What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” Eric asked.

“Nothing,, It ’s just I feel left out,” Uma sighed as she played with frills of her pillows. “Feel left out like how?” Eric voiced. Uma rolled to her side,”I don’t have friends like Melody does.”

Eric nodded understanding how Uma felt left out. The young girl really just stayed in the castle and nowhere else, Sure the kingdom sees her when it’s for a festive or greeting other roles. Eric’s stomach felt a heavy weight of guilt of not letting his daughter out. For Uma to experience friendships and understanding other people’s point of view on things.

“Well I’m sure going to school will help you with that,” Eric smiled at his daughter. Uma quickly got up shocked at what her father said, “Really?” The king nodded,”Yes, really. It’s about time for you to make your friendships. I’m sure that would giv-” Uma quickly slammed her body against her father’s, “Thank you so much, dad.” The young princess squeezed her father with all her might.

Ariel looked at her husband, “what ?” the two royals were in their bedroom to discuss school for Uma.

“I think Uma is ready for school,” Eric voiced pulling off the cover of the bed. The redhead shook her head as she placed rollers in her hair,“ She’s not ready. Why does she need to go to school anyway? When we have perfectly good tutors for her?” Ariel argued.

The mermaid didn’t understand why Uma needs that type of change. If anything this causes too much possibility of the bracelets coming off because children are very reckless and what then? She thought. She made a deal with her father for her youngest to be normal.

“Because she needs to make friends outside the castle,”The king stated laying down on the bed, “That way she wouldn’t be dependable on us.”

“She can always depend on us,” Ariel said as she got up from her vanity. Eric looked at his wife, “Do you remember when we had our own adventure and independence?”

Ariel laughed as she got in the bed, “Yes I remember.”

“Well that’s what I want for Uma, “ Eric voiced, “So she can have her own adventure and independence that she keep forever.”

Ariel sighed knowing her husband was right, “Alright fine. But only a one week trial though. If I don’t like it then back to the tutors.”

Eric nodded, “Yes hon.” Ariel cuddled to his side, and the two fell asleep.

A couple of weeks later, Ariel and Melody were going under the sea to see her grandfather. When Melody was young, she couldn’t wait to see her grandfather and was really excited to have come down underwater.

Now the mermaid rolled her eyes being dragged into the ocean by her mother. Melody blew bubbles as all her cousins were waiting to greet their grandfather in the throne room.

“Melody!” The young mermaid turns to her one of her many cousins, who was Harmony, Aquata’s daughter. The mermaid was a splitting image of her mother.

“Hello Harmony,” Melody greeted her, Melody was always cautious with her for the fact she believed whatever their grandfather said.

The blue-tailed smiled, “ How are things on the surface?” “It’s fine, nothing much is happening.” “Well, down here it is!” Harmony voiced, “I can’t wait for the summer festival! I’m sure grandfather is going have another amazing speech as always.” Melody tried hard not to roll her eyes of hearing about how amazing their grandfather is. “This is your first time right?” “No mom took me when I was younger, but I don’t remember it,” Melody stated as she looked away from her cousin trying to find a way out. But that luck was slimming down every time she was longing for an outing.

Harmony laughed, “ Well, I have been going ever since I was a baby. This year Attina is hosting the event. She does a great job, but not a wonderful job as grandfather when it’s his turn. “

Melody just nodded not wanting to say anything about the sea king. Melody was about swim away from her cousin, “ I know it’s been hard for you and aunt Ariel because the spawn is living there. “

Melody stopped moving looked at her, “Excuse me ?”

“ I mean it’s bad enough that you aren’t a full mermaid. Now, this, I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with that, you know,” Harmony rushed out.

“Do n’t you ever say that again about my sister,” Melody growled out glaring at Harmony. Melody didn’t care if she weren’t full blood mermaid because that would mean she would have to deal with people like her.

“Well, it’s true! Grandfather said that she will become like her mother and she’s going to kill you,” Harmony replied.

“No, she’s not! She’s not like her mother!” Melody yelled all her cousins looked at the scene before them. Harmony smirked, “You don’t know that. If I were you, I would kill that spawn.” After she said that Melody snatched her hair pulling. Pushing down her head, “She not like her! She’s not like her you hear me !”

One of the cousins went to Ariel and Aquata to stop the fighting that was happening. Ariel burst through the door and pulled the two girls apart. Aquata pulled her towards her, “Melody what is the meaning of this ?” Ariel questioned pulling her daughter away from her cousin. “She was talking shit about Uma,” Melody growled, “I was about to finished it.”

“Melody language!” the older mermaid said, then Ariel turn towards her sister, “Is Harmony alright?”

Ariel’s older sister glared at her, “If you can’t keep Melody under control. How are you control that spawn? You need to get that child in order, Ariel.” before mother and daughter swam away from Melody and Ariel.

Ariel stood in shock, she trying to make everything work, How come it’s not working? She thought.

“I’m going to my room,” Melody voiced not bothering to look at her mother.

Please reblog, comment and like . Until the next chapter!

#uma descendants #uma deserves better #huma descendants #huma fanfiction #Melody disney #Ariel disney #Eric disney #The little mermaid #Silk of water #Silk of water fanfiction #Ariel is trying

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servetolive · 6 years

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Data/B4 - Marriage of convenience

had to get drunk to write this too. fluff and family arguments and general fluffy shit. also, LONG AS FUCK

Data and Maddox greeted each other amiably in his office, reaching for each other’s hands to shake.

“Captain Maddox now, is it not?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Maddox beamed. “Thanks in part to your brother.”

“You are making progress in your research?”

“Yes, indeed. Hello, Lal.” He nodded to Lal, who was, for some reason, smiling broadly. She curtsied in her dress. “You’re here for your visit, I presume?”

“Not exactly,” Data explained. “I have come to collect B4.”

Maddox frowned and moved away slightly. “Collect? This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“I apologize for the short notice, Captain. B4 and I are to marry.”

Maddox blinked his eyes rapidly, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Under Federation Family Legal Code, 482.2 Section 6, paragraph 3, B4′s lack of personhood may be solved by marriage to a Federation citizen.”

The expression on Maddox’s face transformed from disbelief, to shock, to horror, to deep resentment.

“But you’re…” His breath caught in his throat. “He…”

“I understand it is an odd arrangement, but it is one that I find necessary to prevent abuse.” His eyes darted to and fro for a moment before he corrected himself. “Not that you are a factor in that decision.”

Lal suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Maddox–who she had only met once before–excitedly by the elbows.

“He said ‘yes,’ Captain!” She squealed, jumping into the air. “We’re having a wedding!”

She spun on her toes and cried out again, “We’re having a wedding!”

“This is insane,” Maddox complained, pacing nervously–angrily–in his office. “Captain Picard, how could you allow this to happen?”

Picard stepped toward Maddox and leveled himself against him, despite the latter being at least a head taller than him. “Don’t even start. I was just made aware.”

“There has to be a law against this, somewhere.”

Deanna approached Maddox. “Is your opposition to this based on your own personal reasons,” she asked, “Or your belief that what they’re doing is unnatural?”

“Of course it’s unnatural!”

“They’re androids, Captain Maddox. Everything about them is… unnatural.”

Maddox gave her a condescending smile. “This is the United Federation of Planets, Counselor. Not West Virginia.”

Deanna started to roll her eyes before something stopped her. Her tense expression and the way she looked at Maddox was just enough to remind him that she was a Betazoid, and he balked as she began talking.

“Captain Maddox,” she said.

“Oh no,” he said, stepping away. “Please.”

“You’re jeal–”

The door slid open just in time. B4 to stepped in, arm and arm with his niece.

“Captain, Counselor,” he said, beaming. “Bruce. Have you heard?”

Picard pursed his lips as Deanna, smiling with her pretty red lips, stepped forward to place a hand on B4′s shoulders.

“I’m going to be a bride!”

Lal clapped her hands excitedly.

“Yes, B,” Deanna said. “And I’m sure you’ll make a lovely one.” She turned to Data. “Data, congratulations!”

Data gave her a nod, and his odd, flat smile. “Thank you, Counselor.”

Horrified, Maddox backed away.

“This is sick,” he grumbled, turning away towards his desk. “I’m calling JAG.”

“A sound idea, Commander.”

“Captain.”

“Right.”

Deanna walked over to Picard with a concerned look as Maddox logged into his desk terminal.

“Captain,” she said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not opposed to the union, but you’re…. uncomfortable.”

Looking very uncomfortable, Picard sighed and tugged on the hem of his jacket. “My feelings rest on the what JAG has to say about it. Otherwise, I’m wholly indifferent.”

Data walked up next. “Then you will officiate at the ceremony, sir?”

Picard turned to Data like a deer in headlights.

The conversation with JAG ended with Maddox leaving the group with a disgusted “ugh,” exiting his own office altogether.

B4′s reunion with Lore aboard the Enterprise was cut short when Lal broke the news to him, explaining everything that happened in Maddox’s office.

“You’re what?!” Aghast, Lore looked at B4, then at Data. “Brother, are you insane?”

B4 cowered slightly. “Brother, aren’t you happy to see me?”

Data tilted his head. “No, I am not. This is a sound way for B4 to gain citizenship and full personhood in the Federation.”

Like a child, B4 frowned and tugged at Lore’s sleeve. “Brother.”

Lore ignored him. “Are you fucking shitting me? What is wrong with you two?”

Lal piped up, “Uncle, why don’t you marry? Then you can have citizenship too!”

“I don’t need or want Federation citizenship!” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny PADD, waving it into the air. “I have a passport! Like normal people!”

“Normal,” Lal scoffed, pushing past the three to her room. “Lore arguing about normal; that’s the fucking day.”

“Hey, watch your fucking mouth!” Lore shouted as Lal’s door closed. He tore his hands through his hair and sat down on the couch. “The Old Man would have a shit fit.”

Data frowned. “Brother, you are making B4 cry.”

“What else is new?”

B4′s bottom lip quivered. Before he could burst into tears, he tore off toward Lal’s room and disappeared into it.

Lore was unconcerned and sat staring angrily at the table.

Annoyed, Data sat next to his older brother. “I do not understand your reaction, Lore. Clearly, based on our relationship, you do not disapprove of–”

“Yeah, okay, Data. So we fuck. Putting a ring on it is like ANNOUNCING to the whole galaxy that you’re fucking your brother.”

Data remained puzzled. “Why would you care?”

“You’re right! I don’t! I need a cigarette.” He stood up and went to the replicator. Data’s head followed him.

“Marlboro Lights, 100s.”

The replicator blipped and a pack of cigarettes in an ashtray appeared on the tray. Lore took them and furiously began to pack them against the palm of his hand.

“You are disappointed in me, Lore,” Data finally said.

“Yes, I am.” Lore tore the cellophane off and let it fall to the ground. “I don’t believe in marriage, D. B4 doesn’t know any better, but you know that. And I don’t believe you should have to do this in order for B4 to be accepted here.”

Data tilted his head. “What other option is there?”

Lore flopped back down on the couch, tossing the ashtray on the table, and flicking the nail up on his thumb to use as a lighter.

“Hey, here’s an idea!” He said sarcastically, mumbling around the cigarette. “How about we leave? Why do we have to stay in the Federation? They don’t seem to want us here!”

“I have a job here,” Data said.

“No, you don’t.” Lore blew smoke from his nostrils, and pointed at his chest. “I have a job; I make money. You are a volunteer Boy Scout.”

“Larceny is not considered a job in most societies, dear brother.”

Lore rolled his head over to give Data a dull look, before softening his eyes.

“Seriously,” he said quietly. “You, me, B4, Lal.” He brought the back of his free hand to caress Data’s jaw. “Fuck this place. Come with me.”

Data responded as he always did: leaning his mouth towards his brother’s hand.

“Don’t do this for them.” Lore pulled himself up and sat nearly nose to nose with his younger brother. “We can be whatever we want, away from here. We don’t need labels or anyone to tell us who we are or aren’t.”

Data appreciated the sincerity in Lore’s statement and voice. He placed a hand over his brother’s.

“I cannot, brother,” he said quietly. “I like it here.”

Lore sighed and flopped back against the couch.

“This one?”

B4 was sitting on the couch between Deanna and Lal, his chin propped up with his hands as he scanned dresses with Lal.

“I don’t like brown, Baby Girl.”

“Alright,” Lal pressed another button on the remote, and the holoprojector offered another dress: a champagne, chiffon gown that hid the shoulders.

“This one?”

B4 shook his head. “I don’t like that color either.”

Lore entered the room, with several PADDs in his hands.

“This one?” A teal, corsetted dress, reminiscent of 18th century French couture.

“The Captain may like that one,” Deanna said, smiling.

“What is this?” Lore asked grumpily, dumping the PADDs onto the table and sitting in the armchair adjacent to the others. He stiffened. “Are you picking out a dress, B?”

“No, mine,” Lal said.

“B4,” Deanna said, likely just to spite Lore. “Do you want to wear a dress?”

B4 opened his mouth, but Lore interrupted.

“No,” he said, sneering at Deanna. “No dress.”

“I’m the one getting married, Lore,” B4 huffed.

“If he wants to wear a dress, let him wear a dress,” Deanna scolded with a frown.

Lal squealed with delight and threw her arms around B4′s shoulders. “Oh my gosh! My uncle is getting married in a dress!”

She scrambled for the remote and entered a command into it, so that the hologram changed to elegant, pale colored gowns in the Western Earth style.

“No,” Lore ground out, snatching the remote away. “No goddamn dress.”

Deanna stood up to challenge Lore. “Lore…”

Lore stood his ground as B4′s face fell into his hands. “He wears a dress, and I’m out.”

“Why don’t we let B4 wear a dress for the wedding photos, and for the actual wedding, he wears a gentlemen’s jacket?” She lifted up an extra PADD, which was playing the centuries old music video to Tonight, Tonight, by The Smashing Pumpkins. “I’ve got a theme picked out and everything!”

“What’s the point of that?” Lore bellowed. “All the men are going to be wearing uniforms anyway!”

B4 lifted his head, eyes wet and yellow from tears. “Lore, please.”

Deanna put an arm around B4. “Lore,” she warned.

Lore took the first PADD and held it before him. “Fine,” he said. “Great. You guys get to sit around and pick out dresses, and I get all the shit work. Like invitations.”

“Uncle, don’t worry!” Lal said, chipper as ever. “I’ll pick out your suit.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait,” Lore muttered.

The bridal party went on with their selections. Everyone worked in silence until Lore groaned loudly.

“Oh no,” he said, holding up the invitations list. “Maddox? B, please don’t invite this asshole.”

B4 looked sad, like a kicked puppy. “But, he’s my friend, Lore.”

“Best man?” He threw a hand up in quizzical disgust. “I thought Deanna was your… maid of honor, or whatever!”

Lal spoke up for her older uncle. “He’s a princess for a day, Lore. He gets to have both.”

“Great, well, what the fuck am I going to do!? Serve drinks?”

“Uncle, you’re walking me down the aisle!”

“But you’re the flower girl!”

B4 sighed, a couple of loose tears falling from his face. He wiped them away with his fingers and looked at the ceiling, waiting for the arguing to stop.

Deanna could feel Lore’s anxiety, and it was then that she decided not to antagonize him further. He was like any concerned family member, who agreed to go along with something that he was opposed to for the sake of his brothers.

“B4,” she said quietly. “You have grown quite close Maddox over the months.”

“Yes, Counselor.”

“Why don’t you have him walk you down the aisle?”

It took B4 a long time to think about an answer.

“But my father is supposed to walk me down the aisle.”

“In the event that the bride’s father is deceased,” Deanna explained, “It’s customary to have a surrogate father or trusted friend hand the bride off to the groom.”

B4 nodded. “Okay.”

She turned to Lore. “See, Lore? Problem solved.”

Lore pretended to be too busy to hear.

The bridal party met in Ten-Forward that night to discuss appearance and wear. Deanna led, while Beverly assisted. B4 mostly nodded and looked, nodding in approval. Lal showed the women her ideas for the decorations, and the three were discussing which dresses of early Twentieth Century America would be most appropriate for a wedding when Maddox arrived, late and unenthusiastic.

B4 went to him. “Bruce!” He gave him a kiss on the cheek, that Maddox seemed confused by. “You came.”

“I…” He looked at the waiting ladies, whose smiles were radiant. It was strange to be welcome in an environment that had previously been so hostile to him.

“Of course I did, B.” He gave the android a reassuring smile. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Lal came up to him with a PADD, as Maddox sat at the bar to order a drink.

“Okay, so,” she said, all business. “The theme is 1920s. Moons, stars, silent film, cut outs, all that. The civilian dress code is–”

“Count me out,” Maddox interrupted. He didn’t even look at the PADD, but drank from the glass the waitress set in front of him. “I’m wearing dress whites.”

Lal’s shoulders sagged, and she returned to Beverly and Deanna.

Maddox thought about it, and then turned to B4. “If that’s okay with you.”

“I’m just happy to be married.”

Maddox swallowed, almost coughing. “Yeah.”

B4 sat next to his friend and tilted his head. “You’re not happy, Bruce.”

He set down his drink. “B4,” he said, examining his fingers around the glass. “Do you understand the concept of marriage?”

B4 went silent for a moment, and Maddox could almost hear his processes whirring as he thought about the question.

“I think so, Bruce.”

Bruce cleared his throat and turned to him. “Tell me about it.”

B4 tilted his head in the opposite direction. “It’s when two people say they want to be together, and they’re happy.”

Bruce moved for his drink.

“It’s also when you have a big party, with cake and dresses, and all your friends and family and the people you love are there with you.”

That’s what Maddox was waiting for. “It’s more than just a party, B.”

B4 did not seem to understand.

“Were you married before, Bruce?”

The question caught him off guard. He opened his mouth to answer, but decided that divulging any information about his failed marriage to a woman who didn’t much care for him to begin with would not help.

“Yes, but that’s not the issue,” he said. “Do you… ugh, God.” He turned his eyes up to the ceiling, as if asking God for help before he was about to say what was on his mind. He took a drink of whiskey and went on.

“Do you love your brother?”

“Of course I do!” The android answered too quickly, with a childlike smile. “Don’t you have brothers and sisters?”

Maddox shuddered deeply. “Look, B, we’re not talking about me.” He swung around in his seat to look B4 in his gold eyes, and took his shoulders in hand. “Do you love your brother enough to be with him forever? Does he love you that way?” He squeezed. “That’s the point of marriage, B.”

B4 looked around again, struggling to understand the two questions and their correlation with each other.

“I think so,” he said, simply.

Maddox sighed heavily, and ordered another drink. When it came, he lifted it towards B4 briefly.

“I wish you all the best then,” he said, before knocking it back and exiting Ten-Forward.

Confused, B4 opted not to follow him, and returned to his bridal party.

“Data, are you sure about this?”

Data didn’t need help donning his dress whites, but Geordi certainly needed help getting into his era-specific clothes. Data was tying his bowtie around his neck with precision as Geordi held his neck up, looking into the mirror beside them.

“Sure about what,” Data asked. He looked at Geordi. “The bowtie?”

Geordi clucked his tongue. “No, no, Data. Marrying B4. I mean…”

Data finished, and Geordi looked in the mirror.

“Isn’t there another way? I mean,” he turned to his friend.

“Do you really want to do this?”

Data was not sure he understood the question, but considered his answer carefully.

“Geordi,” he said calmly. “You are a dear friend. I value and appreciate your concern.” He took a breath before continuing. “B4 is my brother. There are only four of us in existence. I would do anything for any of them to have the best quality of life that is available tot hem.”

Geordi’s mouth formed a line, as he exhaled through his nose and nodded.

“Nothing more needs to be said. Let’s get–”

The door chimed before sliding open, with Lore’s head popping in, adorned with a top hat.

“Hey, what are you two fags doing in here? Blowing each other?” He tore the cigarette butt from his mouth angrily and stomped on it in his shined shoes. He was dressed already–similarly to Geordi–and wearing a particularly rancid frown.

Sighing, Data moved past Lore, exiting his room.

“Lore,” he said as he passed, “Must you be so vile?”

“Don’t you know we have a wedding to go to?” Lore scolded as Geordi pushed past him.

“B4, you’re not nervous, are you?” Deanna was affixing her headpiece into her hair, smoothing her burgandy dress with gloved hands. “I can’t really tell.”

B4 was looking into the mirror. He wasn’t smiling, and had no expression on his face at all, in fact.

“I have butterflies,” he said.

“Oh no, sweetie.” Beverly, dressed in silver as the mother of the bride with a black, netted veil covering her face from her ornate hat, came around to wear B4 was standing. “What’s the matter?”

“I should be wearing a dress,” B4 pouted. “Data will hate it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“In all the pictures I’ve seen, the man wears what I’m wearing.” He looked down at his clean black suit and the buttons on his vest. “And the bride wears a pretty dress.”

Deanna clucked her tongue. “B4, don’t worry about that. That was a long time ago.”

Beverly was about to say that his family didn’t think he’d look good in a dress, but she thought better of it. “Besides, Data will think you look handsome. Won’t he, Deanna?”

“That’s right!”

The door chimed, and Lal hurried in, hardly able to fit through the sliding door with her extravagant dress. She was the most vivid of all of them; more so than the bride, with a feathered headpiece that seemed to ram into anything within two feet of her.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, with her basket in the crook of her arm, full of white roses. “Keiko’s rosebush had issues and we had to order them one by one.”

“Baby Girl, do I look fat in this?” B4 turned to his side, examining his coat tails.

“Oh, Uncle B, don’t start that! You look fantastic….”

Maddox, in his dress whites–as promised–leaned outside of B4′s door with one foot propped against the wall, trying his hardest to ignore the chatter inside.

Out of nowhere, Lore appeared, leaning next to him, hurriedly reaching into his pocket for something.

Maddox watched as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and lit a cigarette. He had never met Lore before and found it strange to be in such close proximity to someone who looked identical to both Data and B4, but was so different. So human.

He held out his hand. “May I have one?”

Lore turned to him, looking as if he had only just noticed him there. He gave the man a cigarette and lit it for him.

Side by side, they stood, smoking quietly, until they heard the party giggling and approaching the door.

“Alright,” Lore said, taking the cigarette from his mouth. Maddox did the same, and they both dropped them and stomped them out, almost at the same time.

“Let’s get this over with,” the android said, replacing his hat.

The music–”Lujon,” by Henry Mancini, for some odd reason–played, as Worf escorted Deanna out into the aisle.

Lal had done an excellent job with the decorations. She spent all night replicating patterns of moons and stars, cutting them out, and strategically placing them so that they mimicked their current position. She gave the holographer clear instructions on where and what to photograph, and when.

Deanna smiled as the two peeled off, approaching Data to give him a kiss on the cheek, as he waited alongside Geordi.

Lore and Lal were next, with the latter fussing over her hair and dress until the moment of step off. She hooked arms with her uncle, straightened herself out with her flower basket, and walked down the aisle as if she were the most important person there.

She winked at her father as she passed him. joining Deanna behind the Captain’s podium. Lore blew him a kiss and stood next to Worf, who had obvious trouble hiding his discomfort.

“Drop it, Klingon,” Lore whispered, sighing.

“I can’t!” Worf growled back, almost too loudly.

“Believe me, I’ve tried too,” Lore said.

“Are you ready, B?” Maddox said, preening over his previous charge as their cue approached.

“No.” He grabbed Maddox’s arm. “Bruce,” he said, anxiously. “What if I trip and fall?”

Maddox rolled his eyes and straightened himself up. “Don’t fall.”

“But Bruce,” he said again, pulling back on the human’s arm as he stepped off. “What if–”

“It’s too late for that now, B4,” Maddox whispered quickly. “Now, use your left foot!”

B4 looked down, trying to adjust his top hat at the same time. “Like this?”

“No, your other left!”

B4 panicked, but followed Bruce as the latter tapped his left foot in front of him loudly, and stepped off.

B4′s head swiveled as he looked around at the audience that lined the walkway. Bruce’s head remained straight towards his goal, Data and Geordi, as they made their way forward.

B4 locked eyes with his brother, and his mouth burst into a grin, despite his brother’s intense, stoic stare.

They passed the walkway without incident. As they approached, Geordi squeezed Data’s arm and moved away to stand with Lore and Worf.

B4 remembered to remove his hat as Maddox passed him to his brother; Maddox strategically took it with his other hand, and moved to stand with the rest of the groom’s party.

“Take care of him,” he whispered to Data as he passed.

Data spent a few nanoseconds trying to register the emotion in Maddox’s voice, before the Captain cleared his throat and began his speech.

B4 seemed happy, and excited. He smiled with his teeth as Data held his hands, and Picard delivered his speech–something about the trust of brothers, the felicity in union, so on and so on.

Dr. Crusher came prepared. She reached into her sleeve for a handkerchief and wiped tears away.

Lore wanted to be sick.

“And now,” Picard announced. The entire room tensed up and leaned forward.

“You may kiss your partner. Congratulations.”

Data leaned forward into B4, obviously going for a chaste peck, as the room applauded. Instead, B4 opened his mouth, giving his brother a passionate kiss with his tongue, while the audience began to murmur and claps began to slow.

Lal looked around nervously, before slamming her hands together with fervor, and cheering them on. “Whoo! Yeah!” She said.

It worked. The room followed her with strenuous applause, Data tapping B4′s arm for a full minute to tell him “enough,” before the older android let him go.

The dancing began, and that’s when Worf excused himself to his quarters. No one quite noticed. Ten Forward was full, as nearly the entire crew had decided to join in on the occasion.

Maddox was polite enough to watch the Bride and Groom have their first dance, as well as B4 and his niece, but afterwards, he went immediately to the bar and ordered a drink. When the bartender turned his back to make it for him, he simply reached over, pulled an entire bottle of liquor from behind the counter, and walked over to the large window, staring out at it as he drank slowly.

“Care to dance?” Lore said sarcastically as he walked up behind him. Although he didn’t really know Lore, Maddox seemed to know better than to acknowledge that he was joking, or to respond in jest. He simply laughed and moved over to make space for the android.

“So,” Lore said, lighting two cigarettes. “Why didn’t you marry him?” He handed one cigarette to Maddox, who took it, and then relieved Maddox of the bottle he carried, taking a long swig. “Would have saved us all this trouble.”

Maddox was quiet for a long while.

“I don’t believe in marriage,” he said.

Lore examined him, and took a drag of his cigarette.

“Looks like I’ve found a new friend,” he said more to himself than anyone else.

#exhausted #tags in the morning

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Welcome to FrUK Week!

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The time for FrUK Week is upon us. It will be from 9 July to 15 July, 2017!

Here are the prompts:

9 July / Day 1: Royalty-Cardverse/Lavender 10 July / Day 2: Pirate AU/Gold 11 July / Day 3: Mermaid-Siren AU/Emerald-Green 12 July / Day 4: Spy AU/Gray 13 July / Day 5: “It’s really hard to say ‘I love you’.”/Peach 14 July / Day 6: FACE Family/Teal 15 July / Day 7: NSFW/Scarlet

Each day has an assigned prompt, but if anyone can’t fulfill a prompt for that day, they are free to still do something for it on the following days. Don’t feel pressured to have everything on time. The prompts are there as motivators. If anyone misses day 4, they can post that entry on day 5 and it will be okay! If someone misses the whole week and wants to post all their entries in one day, go for it. Just make sure to keep with the dates!

In addition, there will be colors assigned to each day, so you all will have 2 options for each day. If you don’t feel the prompt of “Pirate AU”, for example, but you do feel the prompt of “Gold”, then you can have the choice to pick which one you want.

Here are the guidelines:

Please be respectful to everyone! That includes people that do and don’t participate. This is to enjoy the pretty work people have done. Please don’t bash it.

I feel like this is a very important rule: Please do not have France and England hit each other! Violence is not romantic.

We have a lot of AUs as prompts, woohoo!! Given that fact, I suggest using that AU that is assigned to their day, however, if you do not feel comfortable with the assigned au, you are more than welcome to use an AU you do like. I do encourage you all to use the prompts assigned, though. This is to have fun so if you’re not comfortable with canon settings, and prefer AUs, go right ahead and use an AU to your liking.

That isn’t to say canon settings aren’t welcome. Historical stuff is great! Wanna do WWII setting? Go for it! Wanna do 100 Years War? Very okay. Entente Cordiale? A-okay.

Any rating is permitted, ranging from PG to R/NC-17/MA. I’ve used the fanfiction.net rating system for years, so I know that better: K to M. Whatever works for you:

K/K+ - very benign and no mature themes are featured.

T - Language/swearing is featured and some make out stuff. In ff.net, it was called a lime, if anyone is familiar with that.

M - Mature conent is featured, such as smut/lemons.

If writing fanfiction:

Writing can be in any language the author feels comfortable writing. Although there are people that can write in English, others that do not wish to, or don’t feel comfortable, or simply don’t want to or can’t, have the opportunity and liberty to write in their language.

There is no word limit as long as the fic is longer than 100 words at least.

Authors can write drabbles/ficlets, one-shots, poems, and if anyone wants to do a chapter story, I’m all for it as long as the author can handle it. Just don’t stress yourselves.

Please place stories under a READ MORE, if they’re longer than 100 words.

If drawing fanart, please write somewhere in the caption that the work belongs to you. If you watermark it, that is also good!

I don’t really have any rules for this other than do your thing and try your best. Wanna color it? Make it colorful. Wanna keep it black and white? Hey, man, aesthetic. If it is NSFW, it is up to you if you want to put it under a read more.

You are free to interpret the prompts however you like.

For example, if a person chooses the prompt ‘Married Couple’, they can write/draw/edit anything they want with that theme as long as it is there. Like, it could be that France and England always act like a married couple, they argue like a married couple, things like that. Living together like a married couple? Totally. Get creative, you guys can do it!

Whether you use our regular gay babies, nyotalia, 2p!talia, transtalia, nekotalia, other kinds of talias, so long as it’s FrUK, it is accepted!

Did you know you can also do edits? Yes, you can! Edits are great! If using canon artwork, state it is drawn by Hima-papa. If using outside images, please source accordingly. Sources that are not acceptable are:Zerochan, WeHeartIt, Photobucket, FanPop, and other sites like those. Provide a link to the original work if edited. If possible, ask the artists for permission.

I feel like this is necessary to note: Do not bash other ships. Please keep FrUK as the main focus of the prompt!