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randomideasmybrainhas · 3 years

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Flying rocks and kisses

Trying to gain inspiration through power outages, and got prompted for a Suyin request, which I’m actually pretty excited about, gives me a bit of a challenge now. Since they didn’t choose which prompt, I’ll start with 3, and I’ll just play around with a few different people. While, I’m a le $ bean, I’m open to also writing for my boys- so you can request anyone, not just the lovely ladies of ALTA and LOK (but lets be real, they’re the important ones and deserve more love). Here goes nothing, let me know what you think, and hope you enjoy!!

Prompt #3: “Shit, watch out!” She screamed as a large boulder was flying at her crush at an extremely fast pace, fast enough all she could do was jump in front of it, and prepare for the sudden pain.

Word count: 2,973

Requestor: @Helplesslesbean

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Having grown up in the lovely city of Zafou for all my life, and following the guards around the city has made me grown accustomed to all the ins and outs of the city and especially the large mansion which resides my personal favorite human, Suyin Beifong. Granted yes, she is the same age as my parents, and I should definitely not be major crushing on her, but I mean… How can you not? Look at her, she’s the fiercest woman I know and would do anything for her family and she made this entire city from nothing, and she’s a Beifong! Her mother literally invented metal bending, which is our entire city. She also started a dance troupe and has worked countless of tiresome hours to perfect her dancers for their plays. I go to every performance and practice.

Speaking of the lovely, perfectionist of a woman, I sat outside helping Kuvira, Suyin’s adoptive daughter practice her dance routine since I’m always at the practices, Kuvira has me help her practice, because like mother, like daughter, she’s also a perfectionist. Something about being abandoned as a child… As we were going over how to jump from the bottom to the top to interlock her ankle with Lucy’s, Su walked up and instantly I started getting nervous, and Kuvira knows my little secret, but finds it weird and childish. Which is probably is, but I ignore her, and keep my little crush on the matriarch to myself.

“Aww, wonderfully done Kuvira and (y/n)!! That was performed beautifully! I should create a routine without metal bending, so you can participate (y/n)! You’d be such a lovely dancer, might even steal the show!” Su exclaimed in joy while walking up to the two of us, with my pale complexion becoming as red at the Fire Nation.

“It could’ve been better. Again.” Kuvira said while getting back to the starting position. I just sighed, we’ve been going at this all morning. Usually Su would come by earlier on to watch the practice, but with the Avatar being in town, she’s been preoccupied , which works out for you, since every time she watches you, you get nervous and mess up, and especially when Kuvira trains with you, that usually has you ending on your ass, with a lot of bruises. Kuvira isn’t easy-going, and will use your crush on Su to her full advantage.

“Oh, Kuvira, you need to learn to take a break, it looks like (y/n) could use one, here have some water.” Su said while pushing Kuvira back down with a water bottle that she brought up. She then handed me one, and I quickly grabbed it, trying to ignore the slight spark of electricity that went off between our fingers when the brushed each other, and quickly downed half the bottle in one go.

“Wow, you must be thirsty (y/n), I can get you another if you’d like.” Su said, which made you choke on the second half of the bottle, and had you sputtering out that you were okay. Kuvira just scoffed and pushed Su out of the way to go over the form again, she didn’t think it was strong enough. You got back up and started to practice again, ignoring Su’s lingering eyes on you. You kept up with the routine, and eventually Su had to attend to some other things around the city.

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After you finished up, you got cleaned up and ready for bed.You were brushing your teeth when you heard a knock on the door. Confused because Kuvira has a strict sleep schedule that is not to be interupted, and that even means as soon as it’s after dinner, you never hear from her. You finished wiping your mouth and opened your door. Standing there was Su in her long, luxurious emerald green gown with her metal plates and you could smell her fresh perfume she always wore to bed and light green slippers.

“Su? How can I help you?” You ask, while trying to keep your blush down, or at least not blistering red. You were also trying to ignore the fact that while normal people who don’t crush on others twice their age, they also don’t wear just a large t shirt to bed, with NOTHING underneath.

“(Y/N), I just wanted to check in with you about a few things, do you mind if I come in?” Su asks. You let her in, but try to ignore that her perfume has you leaning in closer and wishing you could just curl up in bed with her forever.

As Su walks in, she slightly brushes you with your arm, and the hair on your arm stands up as you clear your throat and close the door behind her. You follow Su into the room as she sits on your bed and you awkwardly stand there. You just look down at the floor, and wait for her to speak. She just sits there and stares at you, and you’re quite confused what she’s looking at, and why she isn’t talking yet.

“Are you not going to sit?” Su asks. You shuffle and sit next to her, but trying to keep some space between you, for your benefit so you won’t do anything too stupid. This crossed Su’s mind, and she completely ignored it and scooted closer to you and rested her hands on your forearm and knee, which prompted you to swallow loudly, as you tried to ignore your pounding heart.

“I’ve talked with Kuvira before, and she always says how great you are at talking things through, and I have some concerns.” She starts with, causing you to die a little inside, thinking she knows your little secret. “With my sister being here, and being so resentful against me and my family, I don’t know what to do or say, and my husband is well… we’re not how we used to be, and I feel like you’d have good insight.”

“Uhhh yeah. Um. You’re not?” I squeaked out, not really sure to answer that. She’s not how she used to be with her husband? But they always seemed to be the perfect duo. How is she not doing well with him? Are they splitting up? What happened? Okay (y/n), focus. She’s starting at you. I need to concentrate on what she’s saying. I hear her speaking, but nothing is coming to my ears, I’m just staring at her perfect lips, and wow. They’re so kissable. I wish I could, just…

“(Y/N) are you okay? You seem out of it. I knew this would be too much, just forget I said anything, and have yourself a goodnight.” Su rushed out as she got up to leave. I didn’t know what to do, because now she thinks it’s her fault. I did the only logical thing to do. I grabbed her retreating hand and yanked her back down to me and before she could question anything, I grabbed her face pulled it closer and slammed my lips on her lips. I instantly wrapped my hands into her hair pulling her closer and enjoying this moment.

She was completely frozen. That’s when the panic started, and I soon realized this was not where she was going with this, and I’m an idiot. Just when I started to pull back, there was a loud bang that shook the mansion, cause me to fall to the floor and Su to stand up immediately. Horrible timing, but I could always just stare at her from this angle. Any angle to be honest. Thats when another loud bang shook the walls, and before I could get up, Su grabbed my hands to lift me up, surprisingly quickly and strong.

“I need to investigate, stay here (y/n).” Su said eyes piercing through mine.

“But I-“

“I mean it, don’t leave your room in any circumstance until I come get you.” Su said, then looked at my lips, gave me a quick peck on the cheek instead, and ran out of the room, metal bending the door behind her so I couldn’t get out. Damn metal benders. Though, joke is on her, because Kuvira used to lock me in my room all the time for dinner as a joke. I carved out some hollowed areas to crawl through that gives me outdoor access through the vents. Granted this was 10 years ago, when I was much smaller, but will have to do in a pinch. I wiggled through and I don’t know if its all the training I’ve done with Kuvira to stay toned and made this a piece of cake, or all the sweat I’ve gathered from thinking about the kiss I just shared with Su. Of course she didn’t want to kiss me, I’m her adoptive daughter’s friend, why would she me as anything else? Welp, time to move out I suppose. You know, Fire nation looks lovely this time of year. Another loud bang followed by shouting was heard, and I got back to focus and busted the vent and crawled out.

When I got up, I see about 20 guards, Su and her twins, team avatar, and Lin. I can’t specifically spot out Kuvira, but I’m sure she’s somewhere amongst the guards. Who I can’t find oddly is the avatar. Isn’t this her thing? Investigation loud bangs? Then I spotted it. The giant metal plates in the center of.. lava? Well that’s new. Some buff, bald man had the knocked out avatar over his shoulder, and everyone was firing metal at him. But some of the guards were fighting a woman with water arms, and a guy who was lavabending?! Who are these people?! My training with Kuvira kicked in, and while I don’t have some super fancy bending like these people, or really any bending, I know how to throw a punch and dodge cheap shots that Kuvira loves to throw at me.

I run into the action and I spot Kuvira bending her plates at the lady with water arms, but miserably failing. I run up to her and push her behind a pillar.

“(Y/N)! You can’t be out here, these aren’t normal people. Go call back up!” Kuvira shouted while protecting you from an explosion near by.

“Idiot, I’ve trained with you, I can help. But you’re such and earth bender. You’re only thinking within the box of fighting. These obviously aren’t normal people. You need to outsmart them, not out bend them.” You shout over all the commotion and duck your head into Kuvira’s arms while splinters of metal go flying a little too close to your face. Kuvira puts up a shield next to you to protect you, and you continue on you theory. “If you can distract the water bending with set up 12-4, then I jump off your back and go and electrocute her. Water hates electricity.” You shout over the loud bangs.

“That could work, but if you get injured, Su will kill me.” Kuvira shouts, while contemplating.

“That’s okay, I think she already wants to kill me now. I kissed her earlier.” You shout/whisper to Kuvira. She just stares at you with large eyes, and punches your arm. You just shake your head and nod to her. Kuvira get the guards to line up in 12-4, a common move they do to surprise an attacker, with surrounding forces, and my added presence should hopefully hit it home. I waited for the right moment and then when I saw Kuvira was ready and water lady spun around I ran and jumped on Kuvira’s back and she launched me into the air, and thankful for all her dance routines, I flipped next to water arms lady and with the baton fully charged with electricity, I went to electrocute her to take her out, and it was going perfect, except we didn’t account for mr. lavabender to have heart eyes for her, and jump in, and shoot the ground from underneath me, and shoot me into the air, and given it was unpredicted, I was flying far, and crashed into Lin. And man, if I thought Su was strong, her older sister is earth itself, and pure muscle. I groaned from the not so soft landing. I think the ground would’ve been a better landing than Lin.

“Watch it kid. This isn’t a circus.” She grunts roughly and tosses you aside. Ahh, so now you see the resentment Su was talking about from earlier. You roll off and sit up brushing the dirt off you. That didn’t go as planned. Before you could think of another suggestion, you looked up and saw Su fighting with her twins and you see combustion bender (how did I miss her earlier?!) Directly aim for a rock pile near by Su, to throw all of them at her at once, so she couldn’t dodge it, and before you knew what to do, your body was running full speed at Su, screaming, “Shit, watch out!” as a large boulder was flying at her crush at an extremely fast pace, fast enough all she could do was jump in front of it, and prepare for the sudden pain.

You know those moments when everything slows down, and you just embrace what is happening, but it gives you a chance to look around? This was one of those moments, and you thought you were toast. For sure, going to be flattened out into nothing. Though while you looked around, you see guards running all over, team avatar helping Lin get the avatar, and the twins under the protection of their mother, who is shielding her body to protect them, and staring at you. You feel the wind of the the boulder about to hit you, and you ready yourself for the impact…. That never comes? You look in front of you to see all the boulders that were flying towards you at full speed are now hitting the combustion lady and Lin escaped with the avatar. What really surprised you was the air being blasted from your hands. I’m an airbender?????

Then the bald man took his staff and the other 3 talented benders into a gust of wind and they were gone. Okay, if I am an airbender, I need to learn that trick. You look back to see if Su is okay, but are instead greeted with arms instantly wrapping around you and the intoxicating smell of Su’s perfume and a bit of mix of burnt earth…You awkwardly return her hug and bury your face into her shoulder, even though she is about an inch or two shorter than I am.

“You idiot, I told you to stay put! And why would you jump in front of those boulders? I’m an earth bender, I can handle it!” Su screams at you, and you wince.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t see you get hurt, and that was a lot. Even the best of us need help sometimes.” You say as you rub the back of your neck. She just shakes her head at you and brings you in closer.

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After all the crazy moments and discovering the bald man named Zaheer, had all the airbenders, team avatar went after him, and though you wanted to join in on the fight, Su asked you to stay, and while you do love her, you aren’t sure if you can.

She pulled you aside after the meeting into a small room that was almost never used. “(y/n), I can’t have you in danger again, especially now that you’re an airbender, you’re a bigger target for Zaheer. Please don’t go. I can’t have you getting hurt.” Su says quietly while holding your hand and searching your eyes. You really struggled, you wanted to say okay to make her feel better and happy, but you had to help.

“Su, I-“

She stopped me by kissing me on the lips, and I think I just died… Is this the spirit world? Sparks shout out from my closed eyelids, and I pulled her in closer to my body as if this was a dream I was hoping to never awake from. Eventually we both pulled away for air, and searched each others eyes while resting our foreheads together. I eventually spoke up, “okay… I’ll stay back.”

Su visibly sighed and relaxed against my body, and I held her tight and kissed the top of her forehead. I’m not comfortable with the idea of her going out alone, but I heard Kuvira can’t go, and someone needs to stay back to keep her from taking over the kingdom.

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I hope you all enjoyed this, and sorry it went so long!! I just ramble a lot in my head, and it kinda comes out as word vomit, and this is what you get… Please leave a like and comment for support!!

Also side side note: I know you choose #6, but I wanted to switch it up!!

#lesbian #korra #lok #suyin #suyin x reader #fanfic #lesbian fanfic #blushes and kisses #alta

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 3 years

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Only Mine Pt. 3

A/N: I know this is a part 3, so it’s on the verge of a mini series, but I got this idea and thought it would be cool so we’re going with it. aLsO I know Instagram and most social media and modern iPhones were not around during the Black Parade era of 2007. But let’s all just pretend like they were for the sake of this fic. Also, if you have ever been to a Taylor Swift concert, I’m pretty sure you’ll understand that the entire things is based off of one, specifically 1989 (my favorite era if we’re being honest). Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Words: 3,270 Warnings: Mentions of sex, a bit of swearing.

You could feel the corset back of your bodysuit be tightened and tied once again, after dozens of times. This was not your first rodeo.

Playing in front of over 150,000 people may have seemed impossible even a year ago. But the huge demand of fans and observers to see your tour led your record label to agree to send you on a solo stadium tour, something you had never done before.

“On in 5.” One of the stage crew walked back into your suite behind the stage to tell you. You nodded, looking over to your best friend, Y/B/F/N.

“You ready for another one?” You rolled your eyes and lightly laughed.

“I don’t think I was ever ready to go on a tour and play in front of this many people.” You admitted, getting up, “But I need to be.” She tightly smiled at you.

“Hey, you’re absolutely incredible at this. Like genuinely, fucking great.” She smiled. You had begged her months ago to go on tour with you as a companion. Ideally, your husband would have been the one to go with you, but he was touring at the exact same time. So obviously, that wouldn’t have worked out.

“Thanks.” You gave her a tight hug, her doing the same back, as the two of you walked out and into the main area behind the stage.

Going on tour had been exciting and fun in every way, but draining for so many reasons. You hadn’t seen Gerard in over six months until the night prior when he willingly flew in during a one week break MCR had from touring, so he could visit you. And, well, be a surprise guest for the show in New Jersey. Because who else would you have invited?

You had even put a sneak peek on your Instagram story earlier that morning, being up on your ginormous stage with a runway spanning over 70 feet and curving around so you could see everyone who was there. The free light-up bracelets everyone got helped too (if you’ve ever been to or seen a Taylor Swift concert, you know what I mean).

“Hey guys,” You smiled while recording yourself in one of your tour hoodies, during rehearsal on stage, “I’m super super excited because tonight, at MetLife Stadium in New Jersey, we have a very special guest. They’re literally one of my favorite people ever, if not my favorite person, and they’re so extremely talented. They’re so important to me, and I consider myself maybe their number one fan.” You lightly laughed before turning it off and posting it to your story.

“Already dropping hints, huh?” You heard Gerard walk the stage from behind you. You rolled your eyes.

“Of course I did Gee.” You smiled, “I’m just too excited!” He smiled back.

“How do you do this every night, by the way?” He asked, arms crossed with a water bottle in one of his hands. His hair was a mess, as per usual, and he had a jean jacket on.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, “You just kinda get used to it.”

“It’s just so incredible,” He sighed, “I mean, genuinely, I don’t know how you do it.” You nudged him playfully.

“Oh please, Gee, you’re an absolute beast while you’re performing.”

“Makes sense, you’re the beauty.” You nudged him again, this time a little harder.

“You’re so cheesy sometimes.”

You walked out below the stage to where an elevator would lift you up onto it. Your nerves will still co-exist with your mind, as you took a single deep breath to calm you down. You and all your backup singers, dancers, and the band all put yourself in a circle, with your hands in the middle. “Ready guys?” You asked and everyone hummed and nodded with smiles, “I don’t know why but I feel like tonight's just going to be awesome.” You smiled. “3, 2, 1... Midnight!” Everyone shouted, cheering, and breaking away. The entire crew dispersed to their own areas where they would go out on stage as you prepared to be lifted up.

You weren’t sure whether it was the crowd or the fact your lover was there. Of course, Gerard has seen the show before. He was at the first one in a reserved section of the floor that was completely isolated from everyone with a minibar even where family and friends sat. And celebrities were invited. That entire show was basically you serenading him in front of almost 100,000 people by stealing glances during songs (all of which were about him) and motioning your hands and such towards that area. And you knew he noticed by the way his smile grew even wider than before whenever you did. And tonight would of course be no different.

“So what should I do?” He asked, standing next to you during rehearsal as you two began to plot and plan what would happen.

“Just be you.” You said.

“Babe,” He began, “I love you, like a lot, but I don’t know if me doing my usual thing is best.”

“Why not?” You pouted with a frown, “You’re fucking amazing on stage!” You argued.

“Because I tend to go a little wild, ya know, stage Gerard is different than normal Gerard-”

“Yes, I know, and that’s fine.” You insisted, “But, and trust me when I say this, stage Gerard tends to be more entertaining for a large crowd than normal Gerard. No offense.”

“No, you’re right,” He agreed, “But, ya know, we can get destructive sometimes.”

“Well you don’t get really destructive when you’re by yourself,” You said right back, “If Frank were here, that would be a different discussion.” He lightly chuckled, almost under his breath.

“You sure?” He asked again, “I mean, you’re a pop princess, and I’m a rock dude who kinda does random stupid shit like a 14-year-old with no understanding of what consequences are.”

“And love,” You told him, grabbing one of his hands, “That’s exactly what I want you to fucking do.”

The first part of the show went exactly as planned, everything went smoothly, and the crowd was incredible, to say the least. It seemed like everyone knew all the lyrics which made your heart flutter, and your glances and gestures towards Gerard always resulted in a little smirk or smile from it. You could’ve sworn you could see his blush through the nearly blinding stage lights.

It was time for another outfit change, this time Gerard would be backstage preparing for his section on stage, considering you had another song, then he would come on, then a few more before the finale. You crawled through some of the spaces in the back, running to the makeshift changing room. You saw him right outside, doing some vocal warm ups, but the moment he heard you he looked up and smiled, you return the gesture. “You’re doing incredible.” He told you, approaching you. You leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Thanks, babe.” You smiled, “I wish we could talk more but I gotta, ya know-” You motioned to the black box of a changing room behind you.

“Yeah, right, of course.” You ran in, stripping off your first bodysuit, with a second layer of spandex under it, with a group of three on your team getting you into your second bodysuit, this one a dark purple instead of light blue, and changing some minor aspects of your makeup like eye shadow color and lip color.

Running back out, you couldn’t help but notice Gerard’s stares of awe and confusion. “H-how’d you do that?” He asked, dumbfounded. You couldn’t help but laugh considering he had been in this business a few years longer than you.

“Magic!” You yelled back at him while running back to the stage door.

You crouched down again on the platform as it lifted you up, the music begging to play. You only had Cruel Summer, a relatively shorter song to play, before you could finally announce one of the most exciting things of all tour.

Once you finished the song you had to wait a few seconds, just standing there and smiling waiting for the crowd to settle down. “So guys,” You began, walking around the stage for a bit, “I don’t know how many of you may have seen this, but I posted something on my Instagram story today,” You smiled even more as the crowd cheered once again, “And I have a special guest for all of you to meet. He’s honestly the most incredible, genuine human being alive. I feel very lucky to be able to have in my life, and I don’t know what I would do without him. And I thought because we’re in New Jersey,” You shrugged, “There wouldn’t be anyone better to bring here tonight, so please, help me welcome Mr. Gerard Way!”

You could’ve sworn that you had heard the loudest crowds ever, but were you wrong. The moment you mentioned “Gerard” it was as if you were giving away free money, you were sure every person in that stadium was screaming to their fullest potential, it was almost deafening.

From the backstage lift your husband appeared, in his usual black jeans and leather jacket. Even better, one of your tour shirts on. You smiled at him as he smiled right back walking down the stage to where you were, the intro to Teenagers was already playing, everyone's light up bands turning red so the entire stadium was the color.

Gerard began singing as the crowd sang along. You could’ve sworn they were just as loud as you two were. What made it all the better was the level of cheers when he did his typical hip moves and bounced his leg to the beat. You could see a small smile form on his face, breaking his usual stage persona by the crowd’s reaction.

“Because, they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do.” You sang next as he stopped to let you shine a bit before continuing the song on his own until the chorus where the two of you sang together.

You had to admit, you missed rock performances primarily because you could do whatever you wanted for no reason and people loved it. So naturally, both you and Gerard were jumping around and practically yelling, but the crowd seemed to love it.

Both of you stage personas took over which resulted in more PDA than usual, including a lot of close duets where you two were within an inch of one another, making deep eye contact while singing. The fans ate it up, yelling every time you two got within a reasonable vicinity of the other. Everyone seemed fascinated by the chemistry you two had, but you weren’t complaining.

By the end of the song, you two were standing next to each other at the end of the runway, smiling as the crowd roared like never before. You both looked out happier than ever, then back at each other where you smiled once again. While the crowd was still going crazy. “Can we give it up one for time for Gerard?” You asked, and even more, cheers erupted. You had never heard a crowd go this nuts before. Gerard smiled, even more, leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, everyone!” He smiled, “And I have to give an even bigger thank you, to my wonderful, beautiful, talented wife beside me.” More people cheered, “She genuinely one of the kindest, and considerate people I’ve ever met. I feel incredibly blessed every day to have her be my wife, and she amazes me with everything she does.” He smiled, “So why don’t we give a quick round of applause to her too?” He turned to you and more of the crowd screamed and clapped in response. You scrunched your nose, smiling at him in an attempt to hide the growing blush on your cheeks. The two of you walked back up the runway and to the back, down the elevator together, Gerard giving a final wave.

One you two were out of sight, you looked up and just hugged him, squeezing him as tight as you could, him doing the same back. “You’re so perfect it hurts.” You told him, as he looked down at you smiling, his hand still on your waist.

“Can I be honest?” You nodded, “That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen.” You nudged him lightly, in a playful manner rolling your eyes. “What? I can’t say anything about my wife singing my song? Damn your hips were moving so right and-”

“Okay, c’mon lover boy, I’ve got a show I gotta get back to.” You reminded him, pulling away so you could get changed again. You could hear a light whine he let out in protest as you walked to your dressing room again, but you chose to ignore it.

You changed only two more times before the show was over. After the finale, you, the dancers, backup singers, and band all taking bows, you waved once more going back down to under the stage where you took off all your equipment and sighed in relief. Another successful show completed.

The adrenaline was still pumping through your brain as your boots clicked in the hallways of the empty backstage arena, into your dressing room. You first removed your makeup, redoing it to look more natural, and changing from the sequence dress you wore during the last song into a pair of jeans and a solid-colored sweatshirt.

While you were putting on one of your pairs of sneakers you heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” You responded. Opening the door, Gerard appeared on the other side, smiling and closing it behind him. “Hey.” You smiled back.

“Hey, babe.” He said, leaning on the wall beside the door. “You did incredibly amazing.” You lightly laughed.

“Thanks.” You got up from where you were sitting on the couch, walking over to him and placing your arms loosely over his arms and behind his neck. “I couldn’t have done it without my special guest.”

“Well, yeah, you probably could have-” You placed your lips on his, immediately making him go quiet.

“Just shut up and take the compliment, Way.”

“Only if you insist, Way.”

“I gotta go meet some fans.” You pulled away, grabbing your water bottle and taking a sip. “You coming with?” He gave you a confused look. “Oh, c’mon,” You grabbed his hand, “They’re gonna freak.”

You never did paid meet and greets. Instead, you had hand-selected some of the fans to meet you after the show for free or had some people in your team go and find some lucky fans who you would meet. But tonight they would get a two for one with both you and Gerard. “Stay right here.” You whispered to him when you got to the meet and greet area, you two hiding behind a curtain. He nodded.

You walked through the black felt, as all dozen of the fans looked up to you wide-eyed, one of them even screaming. “Hey, guys!” You said, which resulted in all of them screaming, and one of them began to cry. “Oh my gosh.” You looked at her. She couldn’t have been much older than 16. But when she looked up, you immediately knew who she was. “Hi, Rachel.” You said. At that, she began sobbing more. “Can I give you a hug?” You asked, trying to calm her down. She nodded frantically as you wrapped your arms around her, and she hung onto you for dear life. “Don’t cry!” You insisted.

After talking to each of them individually for a few minutes it was finally time for a photo op. “By the way guys,” You said, “I have one more surprise.” You smiled, going back to the curtain that you emerged from previously. You looked at Gerard, who got the cue to come out. Of course, the fans gasped again as they saw him standing there now next to you. “This is my husband, Gerard, he was the guy on stage with me. And he’s the lead singer of this really awesome band called My Chemical Romance.”

“Uh, yeah, duh.” One of the girls, Lyla, said and you all laughed.

One by one you took photos with the fans and the people they came with, some of them doing poses and such which both you and Gerard were down to do. You also handed out free merch bags, which had some collectible items that were exclusive to only the fans who had been invited backstage.

You said goodbye to all of them, leaving you, Gerard, and some of the team plus security behind. The two of you walked back to your large dressing room, grabbing your personal belongings, and going out back where a car was to pick you up and bring you back to the hotel.

In the backseat of the solid black car, you couldn’t help but lay your head on Gerard’s shoulder, having not done so in months. Everything from his scent to the feel of his various jackets on your cheeks always put your mind to ease. You could feel his hand on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze of reassurance that he was there.

The car ride was silent. Not an awkward silence, but more of an enjoyable one. Just the presence of one another was enough to occupy your minds from any conversation.

Once you had reached the hotel, you two walked in hand and hand with security around you and up to your room. Inside the suite, you couldn’t help but take off your shoes and immediately sit down on the bed. “I’m really tired.” You admitted, “I’m sorry.” You looked up at your husband who couldn’t help but have an extremely confused look on his face.

“Why’re you apologizing?”

“Just because we would usually, well ya know, have sex which I’m pretty sure was on both of our agendas today.”

“Babe, you just performed a sold-out show in front of over 150,000 people. The last thing I want you to do is to worry about sex.”

“Okay,” You huffed, “I’m going to take a shower.” You got up giving him a quick kiss.

“I’ll be waiting for you, love.” He smiled. You got into the bathroom, closing the door, and stripping yourself of your current clothes. You took a quick and speedy shower. Considering your current state of being tired, you knew if you didn’t get in and out of there you would have just fallen asleep.

You changed into a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, walking back out to find Gerard, comfortably suited on his side of the bed in his pajamas, reading a book. You went over, climbing next to you, prompting him to put the novel down. “You can continue to read with one of the lights.” You told him, feeling partially guilty.

“No need,” He said, “As cheesy as this is going to sound, I’ve been thinking about cuddling with you for months now.” He slumped down so he was parallel with the bed. You lightly smiled, moving closer. He wrapped his hands around your waist and onto your back, letting your place your face in the crook of his neck. “I’m so incredibly proud of you.”

“Thanks, Gee.” You responded, “I would’ve never gotten here if it wasn’t for my wonderful muse.”

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here’s why Thieves in Time is a bad game

before y’all try it, i just want to say that i’ll be as unapologetically petty and sarcastic as i want and fucking rip this game to shreds. yes, this is how i’ve spent my days since Thieves in Time came out. sitting alone in my room, staring at the wall, crying and complaining. because it has since been my life’s aim and dream to think about it every day, state the negative things about it, and become an evil essay witch on this half-dead website. *evil laugh*

Story:

References: i want to start with the smallest problem, but one that annoys me to this day. in the original trilogy, there weren’t a lot of references but the ones that were included were meticulously researched and well thought-out (i’m specifically referring to that Neil Diamond Carmelita vinyl gag, but can’t find the original post). the references in Thieves in Time however, were obviously just the creators’ interests. Turning Japanese, Clan of the Cave Bear and Bentley’s “hacksona” presented as Rambo just scream 1980s (which i’m assuming is the decade the creators grew up in), and Of Mice and Men is classic literature about the Great Depression, which subsequently started being taught in school in the US during the 1980s. it feels like the creators just went ‘let’s discuss what our lives had in common during our teen years and put that in’ instead of researching it first. and, here’s the thing: when you’re adding references, in order to make them funny or interesting, they have to fit in with the property or the character that’s connected to them in some way. Don Octavio was an opera aficionado so his episode’s title card pays homage to the Phantom of the Opera, young Muggshot was influenced by the movie “The Dogfather” because he’s a gangster, etc. these were funny because they were so spot-on with these characters. if every character in the Sly Cooper universe references the same type of stuff (from the 1980s) and shares the same interests, it’s just claustrophobic and uninteresting. i’m pretty sure i’m not the only one who had to look up these ultra-hetero, scrotum references when the game came out. that’s because they were specifically tailored to be funny to them, and not their target demographic which were kids in 2013.

Narrative: now that we got that out of the way, let’s look at the narrative. at the end of Sly 3, Bentley says he’s building a time machine. Sanzaru took that joke and decided to run with it as the premise for their game. ok, not the best idea, but i get it - you’re literally picking up where the last game left off. since all the storylines were wrapped up, they could’ve done something different like Sly’s kids or Bentley and Murray’s families, but this isn’t an essay about suggestions so...... time travel (i want to say that it’s, again, an 80s reference but whatever) was pretty ‘out there’ in 2013. i mean, even Plants vs Zombies 2, which was released that year, had to do with time travel (yes, i’m referencing an app). but Sanzaru had the advantage of applying this premise onto already established mythos and lore. the story had definite potential: someone is threatening Sly’s lineage so he has to travel back in time to save the day. the player would get to explore new locations and iconic eras in history, and, of course, the main selling point: playable ancestors. how could you screw that up? welp.... let’s think about the plot holes here for a sec. Bentley’s device would take the gang back in time when given an item from the specific era. stop. this right here is called ‘over-complicating’. how did they know the items would take them directly to the point where the specific ancestor was in danger? the Feudal Japan period lasted for 700 years: how did the machine know when and where to drop them off? and if the gang could return to the present at any time, why didn’t they do so when they were in trouble? oh right, the machine was broken. so how did they return the baddies to the present after they defeated them? i mean, why did they use the Grizz’s crown to travel to Medieval England if they went back to the present to drop him off to Interpol first? and on that note, how did they drop the baddies off to jail without getting caught and without Carmelita being around? i can already hear you thinking but these are total details that aren’t important, you jerk! well, yea, they truly are details and i truly am overthinking it. and yes, i truly am a jerk. but let me tell you something: when Sanzaru chose to make a new Sly game, did they not think ‘oh we’ll have to follow up Sly 2 and Sly 3′s stories’ which were well thought-out narratives with depth and various themes and didn’t have huge plot holes (as seen by my analysis through the episode project) ???? and did they also not think that their game would come out eight years after the last one, having expectations at an all-time high???? yea, that’s what i thought.

Characters: i’ll make a different section for Sucker Punch’s characters, so this is for Sanzaru’s original ones. name one iconic original character from Thieves in Time. i’ll wait... nope. not one. that’s because all of them were absolute shit. and here’s where i want to touch upon Sanzaru’s over-reliance on the trilogy. Ms Decibel (perhaps the most obvious copy) is a mix between Don Octavio, Miz Ruby, and the Contessa. El Jefe is Rajan if he went to the gym. Toothpick has Sir Raleigh’s temper and tendency to grow in size. and the Grizz is... whatever the fuck he is. (don’t worry i didn’t forget Le Paradox and Bob). there’s a difference between studying & creating similar characters and blatantly plagiarizing older characters because you lack the creativity. oh, boo-hoo this evil jerk’s telling it how it is. this set of villains is so lacklustre, i don’t even know where to begin. El Jefe is a tiger, even though we’ve already had two major tiger villains and one tiger flashlight guard. ok. Rajan could summon lightning because of the Clockwerk heart but El Jefe can do the same, how exactly? Toothpick is an armadillo (good) from Russia (better) with an obsession with the West (excellent) who can also grow huge (very bad). it’s never explained how or why. why?????? just tell me why. i want to know. i really want to know. Ms Decibel is an elephant who got into a tragic accident which left her with the power of hypnosis. music and hypnosis have already been done, but ok, i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. so how do we use this character? spend the entirety of her screen time making jokes about... wait for it... her weight !!! this is top-notch comedy... really? like... really? the creators’ humor is a crime, at best. fart jokes and fat jokes all around. oh, and then there’s the Grizz. what the fuck where they thinking? just, what the fuck. i guess the guys at Sanzaru thought black people speak in rap? is that it? apart from it being extremely offensive, it’s also a blatant copy of Dimitri’s backstory. like, his introductory cutscene even has his paintings thrown at him and into the trash, like the intro cutscene for The Black Chateau. honestly, all of these villains caused me several types of pain, but not as much as...

Bob & Le Paradox: the absolute worst. i can just imagine the meeting going something like this: Sly’s ancestors are awesome! i wish we could fit them all in the game... here’s an amazing idea! what if we use one of the game’s few levels to introduce a brand new ancestor! yea! let’s make him dumb as fuck, strip him of any athletic prowess, and retcon the entire lineage by having him be the first Cooper ever! the kids will love a prehistoric level! ..... could you kindly point out where and when did ANYONE ask for this? i remember @ironicsnap saying something like the game is good until Bob. no, it was already bad - Bob just lowered the standard. like, a lot. people love Murray and his gameplay is neat, but no one ever thought ‘oh i wish we had a Cooper character with Murray’s game style’. why would they waste the opportunity to bring in Henriette, Thaddeus, Otto, literally any ancestor? why??? but they went ahead and created their own Cooper, and that wasn’t even the end of it. they had to make him dumb. they had to make him unbearable. they had to ruin the Cooper ancestry by adding this mess to the lineage. Sucker Punch made sure that all the ancestors were unique, but at the same time made all of them suave and funny and slick and you wish you could be them! well, fuck that. also, his name is Bob. Bob Cooper. it’s been 7 fucking years and i still can’t wrap my head around it.... so now, let’s talk about Le Paradox. i don’t have to mention the previous main villains, but i will. Clockwerk killed Sly’s ancestors and father, and was seemingly an eternal threat. Neyla was a psychopath who fooled everyone on her journey to becoming immortal by resurrecting Clockwerk. Dr M opened up the possibility for Sly’s dad to be a jerk instead of a hero, and died trying to unlock the Coopers’ legacy. how does Le Paradox compare? well, he’s a sleazebag skunk who was mad because of his dad’s downfall to the Coopers. that’s it. no twist, no depth, no clever dialogue. nothing. there’s nothing there. this is a new character, unfamiliar to everyone, who was hyped up for 5 levels and defeated in the conclusion. why was he a match for Sly? i don’t know. how did he fight for his life and ultimately tricked Sly into helping him? i don’t know. how the hell did he kidnap Carmelita? i don’t know. was it the power of persuasion? no, he’s revolting. so i literally don’t know. there’s no backstory, no fleshing-out the character, nothing. all we’re given to work with is a brief info-dump about his dad and how he escaped prison. i don’t know what else to say apart from how big a humiliation this was for Sanzaru and their team of writers. you had 8 years to work on something and this is what you came up with? anything would be better. anything would best this utter cliché of a villain, a distasteful misogynist, crybaby, idiot with an accent. literally anything.

Arcs & Themes: let’s take a look at the formulaic subplots for the gang’s members. apart from dealing with Le Paradox, everyone had a small arc. Sly had to deal with his break-up with Carmelita. Bentley had to deal with his break-up with Penelope. Murray had to deal with playing second fiddle to Bob. Carmelita was a damsel in distress and sex bait for the ancestors. the ancestors had their own mini storylines along with reacting to Sly’s presence. there you have it. i summarised it all for you, nice and neatly. are there any themes like in the previous games? nope. i promise you i’m not lying when i say that i tried hard to come up with something, even some speck of a detail i could use to over-analyse the story and come up with some ideas on themes. nothing. there are no themes. the subplots are character-driven and the player gives it 0 emotional investment. there is nothing to analyse, nothing to talk about. maybe even a theme for each level, like a spooky level or something? nope. the levels are dependent on eras and historical periods. the variation here is ok. Feudal Japan, Wild West, Prehistoric Australia, Medieval England and Ancient Arabia - pretty good selection. i’ll give them credit for it. but that’s it. due to the absence of themes, the hubs feel empty. there’s no replayability factor. after you collect the bottles and masks and treasures, there’s nothing. i would spend hours revisiting the trilogy’s hubs, just roaming around. the hubs here are huge and empty. there’s nothing to reminisce about. nothing to recall. oh that’s where this mission went down. no, nothing like that. the aforementioned subplots are resolved during mission cutscenes and then they’re gone. you don’t have to explore spooky Prague alone as Bentley to have him overcome his fears, you don’t have to find out miners abducted Murray’s beloved Guru and search the Australian outback for him, you don’t have to hold back your tears when you’ve reached the end of the Cooper Vault and Sly asks his dad for help. nothing.

Gameplay:

Controls: as soon as i laid my hands on the controller the first time i played the game, that fateful afternoon, i knew something was up. Sly would respond 1 second late after you pushed something on the controller. it felt clunky, is what i’m trying to say or, as my sister put it, it felt heavy. and she was right. the controls were clunky and heavy and didn’t feel light, like playing as a thief should feel. i don’t know shit about game mechanics but this definitely didn’t feel right. the hubs are also chunky in design, the cliffs are huge and so cyclical or hexagonal, that when you parachute your way to them and are just an inch close, Sly will automatically just drop because he can’t grab onto them. running as Sly doesn’t feel fast, silently obliterating guards from behind feels slow, and swinging, grabbing, pickpocketting, and hanging aren’t fun anymore. presentation-wise, @designraccoon goes into detail here, in an absolute gem of a post. in short, the gameplay animations make Sly look less sneaky. Sanzaru didn’t even consider a thief’s movements.

Missions: why the fuck would you remove the player’s option to choose between which mission to do first? why would you do that? the game lays out what goes first, sometimes having only one mission available in the hub. and the missions aren’t even enjoyable. firstly, the loading screens take up to 5 minutes, maybe even 7-8. secondly, there’s hacking every 2 missions. the missions don’t have any dialogue to make them fun, lack in interesting puzzles, what more can i say? they’re overly easy and lack any challenge whatsoever. at least there’s variation in gameplay (hacking, RC car, fishing, costumes, ancestors, turret etc.) but because of the controls, even these get tiresome. the missions are solely there to progress the story and that’s why the operations are merely ‘storm the main baddie’. the trilogy had some pretty interesting missions which made sure to complete jobs required to take down the big bad. e.g. kidnap General Clawfoot to take down the security, hack Contessa’s computer to make sure Carmelita will be freed, steal voices to tempt Neyla, and then take down the Contessa. the missions in Thieves in Time lack substance and variety. and the hacking (all three styles) sucks.

Collectibles: here’s another fantastic idea: have players collect costumes in order to collect bottles in order to collect treasures in order to collect masks in order to unlock funky Sanzaru logo-themed merch! what was the reason for the collectibles? in previous games, collecting all bottles would unlock special abilities. that was it. it’s the same thing here too, but there’s less incentive? i mean when you have to collect 1000 things, what’s the point? the treasures are random and very few are references to the trilogy, so whatever. and the masks unlock... superhero costumes for what reason exactly? oh, and then there’s also the achievements for your Playstation account, like ‘open the map in every single location you visit’. what fun! if the reason for collecting the treasures is to play godawful hacking minigames in order to get masks, what’s the point? decorate your paraglider with the Sanzaru logo? or have Bentley dress up as discount Robocop? i mean including masks in the interior locations was cool, but the bottles were always supposed to be something you could do whenever your soul desired. sometimes i left them last before the operation, sometimes i collected them before the first mission. so i was pissed when i found out that, in some cases, you had to unlock the episode’s costume in order to get the all the bottles. so, fuck off.

Animation: i’ll keep this short. the animation was terrible. do you remember that tumblr blog from a while back, where she dedicated the posts to pointing out the mistakes in the animated cutscenes? yeah. point is, there were lots of them. the animation style was bad, the character design was ugly, the characters’ movements were unnatural. everything about it was shit. looking past the bad decision to drop the trilogy’s comicbook-style animated cutscenes, couldn’t they have hired someone better? someone with more experience? their concept art was awesome. couldn’t they hire that guy and have it be comicbook style if he wasn’t trained in animation?

Legacy:

The Players: let me ask a genuine question: who was this game made for? kids growing up in 2013? maybe so. because it feels like Sanzaru didn’t even consider the fans of the trilogy. actually, it felt like a huge fuck you. Sucker Punch made their trilogy for whoever. there were great stuff for kids, but adults would pick up and appreciate the references, the real-life setting (e.g. tobacco use, existence of nightclubs, spice instead of drugs, etc.). that’s why all three games are timeless classics. judging by Thieves in Time’s humor, the game wasn’t targeted for adults. so, it doesn’t make sense to use an already established property, beloved by its fans, to attract a new audience consisting of nine year-olds who’d laugh at Murray dressing up as a woman. if they really wanted to appeal to the fans of the original, why retcon everything? why change who the first Cooper was? when the gang’s stranded in Saudi Arabia, why have Sly say ‘i couldn't remember a time since we've teamed up that we felt so defeated’? the gang’s been in way deeper shit before. why the ‘Sly’s dad vs Le Paradox’s dad’ deus ex machina? Sly’s dad wasn’t famous because of stealing the world’s largest diamond, what the fuck are you even talking about? do the guys at Sanzaru have such big egos and bravado that they needed to change the original games’ lore? were they so preoccupied with leaving their signature on a property which was never their own? i don’t know who needs to read this, but i’m stating FACTS.

Characters: now let’s talk about Sanzaru’s treatment of the Cooper gang and the ancestors (female characters will get their own section). why would you change the characters like that? if it wasn’t for the voice acting, i’d say this is a completely different Cooper gang. there’s no wise-cracking band of best friends, going on heists and being proud of their brotherhood and bond. all that is replaced with the formulaic story arcs for each member. the trilogy’s cutscenes and dialogues made sure to establish how Sly, Bentley and Murray have lived together since they met at the orphanage, play videogames all day and order chinese food and pizza and whatever. through missions and their adventures, they face obstacles they have to overcome as a gang, and when Sly 3 came around, their friendship was put to the ultimate test when they almost disbanded. Thieves in Time was too lazy to add to this. Sanzaru thought ‘oh the trilogy showed how they’re best friends so we might as well have them focus on their own stories separately’ and if this is truly the case then i ask again: who was this game made for? because new fans would never know how tight the gang was just by playing Thieves in Time. there’s a lack of genuine friendship moments. like, what happened when Sly came back after faking his amnesia? that’s completely ignored. where’s the witty banter? the ‘wizard & sitting duck’ type of jokes? nothing of the sort. what we get is fart jokes and Murray wanting to dress up as a woman. on that note, what was that all about? ok, have him dress up as a geisha to get in. fine. have El Jefe slap his ass, have him perform in a painfully lengthy dance sequence, have him dress like that during the rest of the episode, and then have him be persistent about getting the belly-dancing gig? the hell? Murray was always kinda goofy but this just feels kinda homophobic? it feels dragged out and unfunny. and then there’s the ancestors. i said it once before and i’ll say it again, Sanzaru deprived me of a buff Arab daddy Salim Al Kupar and gave us that elderly shit instead. all jokes aside, the redesigns were uninteresting. why take away Tennessee Kid’s facial hair and give it to Galleth? i legitimately think all the ancestors were boring. i mean, their gameplay was cool, especially Tennessee Kid’s guns, but in terms of character, they were just some dudes. did they believe that Sly was their descendant from the future? maybe. did they care? nope. they all had the same storyline of dealing with Sly’s arrival, flirting with Carmelita and getting their canes stolen. that was it. the fans waited for so long to get even a glimpse of the ancestors in action, and Sanzaru downplayed all of them. they reduced them to useless idiots too occupied with women and food, incapable of getting their canes back from stupid Le Paradox. and they didn’t even stick to the lore. no ma’am. let’s make Rioichi the inventor of sushi !! because that makes total sense and would defo fit in with the character and the property! why. just, why. you were handed the lore !!! you were given all this rich backstory and you threw it all away to replace it with trash !!! complete trash.

Changes & Inconsistency: i want to briefly mention some changes that pissed me off. where’s the laser glide move? it was an important turning point at the end of Sly 3, so why did they get rid of it? Sly is a master thief who’s traveling back in time, so you’d think they’d actually make him a master thief. also, the changes in the binocucom and Bentley’s slideshows in order to modernise them. if Sucker Punch managed to place the mission starting points at locations where the binocucom would show the objective clearly, so could Sanzaru. instead, they chose to have it be a moving camera, floating around the hub. and Bentley’s slideshows were absolute classics, opportunities to include gags and have Bentley show off in his own way. you just had to change it into a tablet, didn’t you. omg you’re still looking at small details like these? yes sweetie, i consider the details because i think they shape the game more than anything. if i didn’t consider the details, then my opinion on the game would be incomplete. when i praise the trilogy i don’t only look at story and gameplay. because i’m unbiased like that. here, i’d also like the mention Dimitri. what a fucking waste. you either include him in the game or you don’t. but don’t give me some half-baked shit on how he’s working for the gang back in present day. Dimitri staying home, waiting on the gang to call him in order for him to give them details on the villains. how does that even slightly resemble anything about Dimitri’s character? they didn’t even include his voice, some greasy sweet Raccoonus Doodus dialogue.

Female Characters: you know it’s all been leading up to this. this is the crux of the Thieves in Time hate. i don’t want to say the game is misogynistic so i’ll call it anti-feminist. why? just answer me. why? why did you have to disrespect Carmelita like that? right off the bat, they swapped the pants for the skirt. in what world does an active inspector who’s always on the scene wear a skirt? Carmelita now wears a skirt because her only role in the game is to be the love interest. Carmelita now wears bright red lipstick and has a new hairstyle, which would be ok if only it wasn’t Carmelita. Carmelita now plays up her inner sassy Latina because she’s pigeonholed into the ‘angry ex girlfriend’ role. they compartmentalised her, tried to sexualise her because she couldn’t possibly be one of the boys. nope. let’s take a respected woman, high in rank and as physically able as Sly, and turn her into a cliché, an angry ex girlfriend for comedic relief, strip her of her abilities and have her be kidnapped twice, have every exchange with her be about how attractive she is, have almost every male character in the game flirt with her, have her boyfriend be jealous of his own ancestors because they’re flirting with her in order to create purposeless love triangles, and then, after all that, dress her up as a belly dancer and distract some guards while the rest of the gang do the heavy lifting. that last one was really the nail on the coffin. did Bentley have other ways to enter that door? absolutely. so, what the fuck? why did i come back for a good Sly game 8 years later and receive a game where you have to shake your controller to have Carmelita shake her ass? why did they have the guards’ eyes pop like that? why did no one stop them? and it isn’t just Carmelita. it’s Penelope too. god forbid we have a female character who doesn’t have a waist smaller than my finger, and a voluptuous physique. why was the redesign so drastic? the story stuff is also nonsensical. why did she leave? wasn’t she happy with Bentley? i watched her speech about turning on the gang about a thousand times and it still doesn’t make any sense. like, i literally don’t understand. what was her motive? and why reverse her story of overcoming the Black Baron persona and the connotations of a meek woman hiding behind a man’s disguise? why repeat it, shamelessly? do the guys at Sanzaru only know women who have recently broken up? why does Carmelita, Penelope and Ms Decibel all go through break-ups during the game? why does Penelope go against Bentley before they even break up? why waste the opportunity to introduce a new, well-written villain and use it to repeat something already done? why???? no woman is safe from Sanzaru because Ms Decibel... boy, did i feel bad for her. apart from continuously reminding us that she’s haha fat!! she’s also presented as a blind lovefool. love? what a silly concept only women believe in! Ms Decibel had a crush on Le Paradox (for some reason i can’t even fathom) and for that she must pay by being utterly humiliated. and what do ALL women do when a guy breaks up with them? they get so angry! yikes, stay clear guys! ....why does Sanzaru hate female characters? i’m genuinely curious. i mean, what forced them to depict women like this? i’m sorry, i can’t take much more of this.

Ending: and how do you end a disappointment that came 8 years late and didn’t even have a sequel guaranteed? yeap, you guessed it! a cliffhanger. but not just any cliffhanger - a total fuck you to anyone and everyone. with a single move Sanzaru instantly screwed over the franchise. the fans, the creators, the characters, anyone looking to continue the series. everyone. WHY would you trap the protagonist in the past? WHY? did you feel defensive about something that wasn’t even yours and went ‘well you can continue the series but the sequel will have to do with time travel’. why did you think it was a good idea? how does it even slightly resemble a good ending? someone fill me in please. because i don’t think i’m being unreasonable, i’m just telling it how it is.

Conclusion:

i did it. i fucking wrote it in all its motherfucking glory. the idiots at Sanzaru could’ve given us an amazing game but instead of working on how to make it better or including extra levels, they wasted their time on deciding what killable baby animal to include in each hub or what the backstory for each treasure should be. how fucking distasteful. and to think i’m an idiot myself for trying to force myself to like it because i was so in denial about how bad it was. i’ve just outlined everything wrong with that cursed game. i’m exhausted.

#yOu'Re rEaLLy pEttY ! sOrRy hAd tO UnFoLLoW #i think i covered everything #THIS IS AN AMAZING ESSAY #this is the crown jewel of my time on tumblr #i love myself so much #sly cooper #anyone who even remotely comes for me because of this WILL get blocked #the birds really think i care about my rep on this fucking hellsite #HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 4 years

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if love was a snake, it’d have bit you

Ao3

Summary: Remy, Patton, and Drew are dating. This is a fact. Remy, Patton, and Drew refuse to admit they are dating. This is also a fact. Guess it's up to Roman, Virgil, and Emile to force them to acknowledge the truth. Content: Some swearing, kissing (mostly face kisses, but some lip kisses too), nb!Patton + nb!Emile, genderfluid!Remy, oblivious gays, seriously guys, so much obliviousness, the obliviousness might kill you, gods know it killed me, Disneyland cast member AU Pairing: Romantic Mosleepceit Additional notes: So many additional notes -Big thanks to @emo-disaster for beta-ing for me and confirming the gays in this fic are wayyyyyy too oblivious -This fic is almost 11k words. it was meant to be around 3k. I’m so sorry. -Inspired by, but not actually based upon, this disneyland cast member au -This is probably hella inaccurate to real Disneyland but i don’t care alright -This fic is a (late) b-day gift for the one-and-only @notveryglittery !!! She’s an incredible person who I’m extremely happy to know, and I’m really hoping she even kinda likes this mess of a fic dsfbcdsjf

“-and if you’ll just sign here, I can finalize that upgrade for you.”

The woman smiled at Remy as she accepted the pen he offered her. She looked tired, her entire appearance screaming ‘overworked mom’ even without the literally screaming (playfully, but still screaming) kids behind her. She definitely needed the vacation.

“I can’t thank you enough for this,” she said gratefully, quickly signing the paper Remy offered her.

“It’s no problem, ma’am,” Remy said, smiling politely as he took the paper and pen back, hitting a few keys on his computer as he did. “Just happy to make your stay as magical as possible. Here’s your keycard.”

The stressed mother accepted the keycard from Remy with another smile. “Thank you.” She reiterated the sentiment before convincing her children to give her their hands and heading off for the elevators, her wife following with the luggage. Remy smiled after them, briefly letting the last of the room change form sit unfinished on his screen.

“You’re going to get yourself fired for that eventually, you know.”

Remy’s smile only grew at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice. He turned back to his work then, enough of Roman in his peripheral for Remy to tell he was strutting his stuff as a friend of Flynn’s. “Ah, you know they love me too much for that.”

“More like they don’t look hard enough to catch all your illegal ‘on-the-mouse room upgrades.’” Roman corrected, leaning against the back of the receptionist desk. “Though if they ever do? You’re screwed.”

“Shush, I’mma be gay and doing crime til Disney falls.” Remy responded cheekily. “And speaking of people who are going to get themselves fired, shouldn’t you be over in the good ol’ Disneyland already?”

Roman shrugged. “Shift doesn’t start for another half an hour. I’ve got time.”

“Time for what, exactly?”

Roman grinned at that. “Gossip, of course!”

Remy grinned now, too. “Well, if you’re looking for tales, a little birdy’s been keeping me updated on a blossoming relationship between one of the friends of Rapunzel and one of the friends of Snow White-”

“Oh, not that kind of gossip.” Roman interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m talking the good gossip- preferably about you and your boos.”

Remy scoffed, shaking his head as he hit the enter key and finished out the form. “Hard to gossip about those which I do not have, hun.”

Roman groaned, slumping against the desk and throwing his head back. “Oh, please, Remy, don’t tell me you’re still in denial.”

“Denial about what?” Remy asked, finally turning his full attention to Roman. “The fact that I’m single?”

“The fact that you have not one but TWO partners!” Roman answered, dramatically holding up two fingers. “Not only are you being a proper partner HOG you are refusing to admit as such.”

“Well if you’re just looking for someone to be the soul to your mate, handsome, I think I can hook you up.” Remy said teasingly, briefly lowering his sunglasses to wink at Roman.

Roman met the wink with a deadpan stare. “You’re a taken man.”

“Only if you make it so.”

“You can’t keep pretending your partners don’t exist.”

“I can if I don’t have any partners.” Remy told him, finally pushing his shades back over his eyes and giving up at his mock attempts to seduce Roman. “Now, of course, I have two very close friends with whom I do many things with, but given I’m not dating either of them, calling them my ‘partners’ seems a little much, don’t you?”

“I get it, I get it, I have good friends too.” Roman said, as if he were going along with what Remy was saying until he quickly added, “Except I’m not obviously DATING them!”

“You’re hopeless, princey, truly hopeless.” Remy said in response, smirking as he patted Roman’s cheek. “Ya gotta stop finding romance where it simply ain’t.”

“The only thing I am finding is the truth behind all the bullsh-”

“Remy!”

Both Roman and Remy turned from each other, gazes moving to the entrance, where the voice had originated from. The owner of the voice was hurrying over to them, their blond curls pulled back into a loose ponytail, keeping their hair out of their face and allowing them to smile brightly at both Roman and Remy. They stopped in front of the receptionist's desk, taking a moment to catch their breath and straighten their relatively small red tie.

“Heya sunshine.” Remy greeted easily, smiling at Patton in a way that was a little too soft to be a proper smirk “May I ask what brings you here in the middle of your shift? You’re gonna get yourself fired.”

“‘Worth it for a chance to see you.” Patton told him sweetly, giggling just a bit and ignoring Roman’s expression of self-confirmation. “Buuuuuuuut I'm on lunch break. Just came over to ask what you wanted for dinner. I know the plan for tonight was take-out, but I just realized that we have all the ingredients to make lasagna- aside from the noodles, which we can pick up on our way home- so I thought it might be fun to make that tonight instead!”

“Sounds wonderful to me.” Remy answered. “We’re going to keep it a secret from Dee though, right?”

“Of course!” Patton agreed. He leaned over to stage whisper to Roman, “It’s his favorite.”

“Oh, you guys know each other’s favorite dinners, do you?” Roman asked, smiling in a knowing way and wiggling his eyebrows at Patton. Patton tilted their head to the side, clearly confused, while Remy answered casually,

“Of course! You can only live with someone for so long without picking up on what they like to eat. Dee’s favorite is lasagna. Patton’s favorite dinner- which is coincidentally their favorite breakfast, lunch, and dessert as well- is waffles. And mine, of course, is a nice big cup of espresso-”

“Don’t lie!” Patton cut him off, smiling as they leaned on the counter and ended up within an inch of Remy. “Your favorite dinner is chicken soup!”

“Remy hates soup.” Roman said, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Not chicken soup.” Patton confirmed, not looking away from Remy. “That’s his favorite, no matter what he says.”

“Mmm, nice try, Pat, but that’s not it.” Remy denied. Patton pouted at him then, and almost immediately Remy relented with, “My favorite dinner is your chicken soup. You’re the only one who knows how to make it right, hun.”

Patton giggled. “I make it just like anyone else would!” they insisted, though their smile brightened even as they spoke.

Remy’s smile grew as well as he leaned forwards just a bit, pressing his forehead against Patton’s. “Nah, honeypie, you got somethin’ all the other recipes don’t.”

“And what’s that?” Patton asked.

“Loooooooove.” Remy answered, grinning broadly, seemingly happy to ignore how cheesy his answer was.

Patton didn’t mind the cheesiness. “You’re too much,” they said, too playfully to be chastising.

“Better than being too little.”

Patton just grinned at that. “I have to go.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” Remy said, expression seemingly not changing, though a close observer (aka Roman) might have noticed his smile dip just the slightest. “See you at six?”

“Mhmm!” Patton confirmed with a hum. They pulled away from Remy, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before they ran off, waving one last goodbye as they reached the doors before disappearing outside. Remy lazily waved his fingers after Patton, watching the doors a moment after Patton was through them before turning back to his computer and his work.

“Ready to admit you’re definitely dating at least one of your partners?”

“Nope,” Remy replied without missing a beat. “Though if you really want me to have a partner, you’re single… I’m single…” Remy waggled his eyebrows at Roman.

Roman ignored his advances. “The chemistry between you and Patton is so strong I’m surprised nothing’s exploded yet.”

“That was weak.”

“Shush.” Roman waved his hand dismissively. “I mean, for the love of Apollo, they kissed you goodbye!”

Remy half-shrugged. “They do that with all their friends.”

“They didn’t give me a kiss.”

“They were in a rush.” Remy explained away. “But if you really want a kiss-”

“-I will get it from my darling friend of Rapunzel,” Roman finished for him, having leaned over to check the time on the bottom of Remy’s screen. “I got so distracted trying to get you to tell me the truth I lost track of time.”

“What truth?” Remy asked, tone light. “The one about us making a perfect couple?”

Roman smiled sweetly at him, as though Remy was naive. “Maybe in a universe where you didn’t literally live with your soulmates,” he said, patting Remy’s shoulder before he turned and headed towards the door. He raised his hand over his shoulder without turning back, half-waving at Remy as he added, “Call me when you’re done being in denial!”

Remy just let out a light huff of amusement, shaking his head and turning back to his work. Roman could say whatever he wanted, but the fact remained: Remy was (un)happily single and most certainly not dating his roommates.

Yeah, sure, maybe he could’ve mentioned that his ‘best friends’ were also his crushes, but, hey, it wasn’t like that was that important, right?

Patton was staring intently at the floor. Well, more technically, they were staring intently at the mess on the floor and trying to convince themself they were supposed to be cleaning up said mess and not doing anything else with it.

The bell near the front of the store rang as the door swung open, but Patton ignored it. Plenty of people filtered in and out of the store. They did, however, pay attention when the sound of approaching footsteps got closer than the signs should have allowed.

“I’m sorry, this aisle is currently closed, if you don’t mind-” Patton started immediately, tone polite as they looked up, fully expecting to find an angry customer who refused to go over one extra aisle for whatever sweet treat they were looking for. They stopped when they saw who it was, polite-but-fake smile being replaced by a genuine one. “Oh, Virgil, hello there!”

Virgil smiled back, half-waving before he turned his focus to the floor, careful to step around the mix of glass shards and chocolate-covered balls of something as he came up next to Patton. “Busy day?”

Patton shrugged. “It was fine until someone didn’t put the jar fully back on the shelf. I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

Virgil nodded. “That’s good,” he agreed. “Waste of some perfectly good candy though.”

“It is,” Patton bemoaned, looking sadly at the mess. Virgil side-eyed them.

“Pat, you haven’t been considering eating the fallen candy, have you?”

“Maybe?” Patton tried, looking at Virgil only to find his expression completely disbelieving. They sighed. “Yes. It just looks so yummy! Even mixed in with all the glass! Because the glass sparkles and makes it kinda magical looking and it couldn’t hurt to have just one-”

Virgil put a hand on Patton’s shoulder, stopping them from bending down and grabbing one of the candies before they could move an inch. “All the candy here’s magical. Eat some of the candies that aren’t also glassy.”

“Mhmm,” Patton hummed in sad annoyance. “But it’s such a waste… I can stop it from being waste…”

“You could, but should you?” Virgil asked.

Patton groaned. “I shouldn’t,” they said. “But I want to…” They sighed, turning their gaze from the tempting mess to Virgil. “Distract me. Why are you here?”

“Other than to stop you from making poor dietary choices?” Virgil asked rhetorically before going on, “I’m avoiding Roman.”

“Avoiding him?” Patton repeated. “I thought you two were getting along. Don’t tell me he started another prank war-”

“No, he’s just being annoying,” Virgil answered. “He wouldn’t stop bothering me while I worked, because Remy apparently hadn’t been in the mood to entertain his gossip, thereby making me the person stuck listening to it. Guess Kev’ decided letting me walk it off for half an hour was better than me tearing a costume in frustration.”

Patton nodded as they moved to once more hold their broom, beginning to sweep up the mess as they said, “What was the gossip?”

Virgil leaned back on the shelf behind him, waving his hand pointlessly. “Oh, same old same old. Just talking about you and your partners, mostly how oblivious Remy is- which, I get it, Remy can be obtuse, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear about it all morning-”

“What?!” Patton cut him off, voice a higher pitch than they had intended, stopping halfway through a sweep to look at Virgil in disbelief and confusion. “My- what partners?!”

“...Remy and Drew. Duh,” Virgil said slowly, blinking at Patton as if they were missing something incredibly obvious. “You know. The people you live with. And are clearly dating. Those partners.”

Patton laughed, a weird hybrid sound of amusement and awkwardness. “I think you’re a little confused there, kiddo. I’m not dating Remy or Dee- they’re just my friends!”

“Yeah. Friends you’re dating,” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow at Patton. “Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t notice. It’s fairly obvious.”

“I don’t know how it can be obvious if it isn’t true.” Patton responded, going back to sweeping as they looked away from Virgil. “We’re just friends. At least I am, anyways.”

“What does that mean?”

Patton briefly looked up from their work to look at Virgil instead. “Aw, shucks, Virge, you’ve seen how Remy and Dee look at each other. If anyone’s dating, it’s them.”

“And you?” Virgil pressed, prompting Patton to look down again at their work. “I’ve seen how Remy and Drew look at each other, but I’ve also seen how you look at them. They’re pretty similar looks, my dude.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Patton answered, even as their cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. They risked a glance at Virgil, only to find him looking at them disbelieving. “Okay, maybe I love them a little more than just as friends.” Continued disbelief. “A lot more! But that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“And why does them looking sweet at each other make them dating, but you doing the same just makes you just friends?”

“Because I think I’d know if I was dating them, silly.” Patton responded simply.

Before Patton could continue, or Virgil could speak up, they were interrupted by the sound of quickly approaching footsteps and the slight crunch of glass as the newcomer misstepped and stepped on the mess. “Well this looks… delightful.”

“Dee!” Patton said, dropping their broom against the shelf as they carefully (but still hurriedly) stepped around the mess to approach their roommate. He was dressed as a friend of Aladdin’s, wearing baggy pants and a raggedy shirt-vest combo, his small red hat carefully hiding his bun, presenting the illusion of him having short hair. Slight touches of make-up highlighted the scar running from beneath his left eye to the bottom of his jaw, Drew always happy to tell the very dramatic tale of how he got it in a sword fight (when the truth of the matter involved a very long story having to do with toast, ferrets, and the reason why he wasn’t allowed to use the ice machine anymore). “What’re you doing here?”

“Why, unhappy to see me?” Drew asked sarcastically, though he was smiling at Patton.

“Never!” Patton responded resolutely. They wobbled a bit as they got closer to Drew, almost stepping on a particularly ugly shard of glass, but Drew reached out and grabbed one of their hands before they could fall, stabilizing them and helping to lead them right up in front of him. Patton giggled at his help, not releasing his hand even once they were done moving. “Just curious. Shouldn’t you be at the wishing well?”

“Oh, I was,” Drew told them, free hand rising up to tuck a stray curl behind Patton’s ear. “But then I wished to see the loveliest face in the world and found myself here with you.”

Patton giggled again. “The wishing well must be broken if it didn’t just provide you with a mirror.”

A touch of pink coloured Drew’s cheeks at Patton’s words, and in the background Virgil turned from watching the two of them to stare blankly at the shelf across from him, as though it was a camera and he was in The Office.

“Trust me, angel, it made no error,” he said, despite his minor blush. “But to better answer your question, have you noticed how bright it is outside?”

“Of course I have,” Patton answered. “It must be warm out there.”

“It is warm,” Drew confirmed, sounding as if there was more he wasn’t saying but wanted Patton to pick up on anyways. “Some might even say it’s hot.”

“Just like you?”

Drew’s blush grew. “I think you’re missing the point.”

Patton’s smile turned a shade mischievous. “I’m not. I’m just waiting for you to admit to it.”

“Cruel, sweetpea, cruel.”

“Just admit it already!”

Drew sighed dramatically. “Alright! I fold! I admit that hydration in the face of the harsh sun is important.”

“Andddddd?”

Another sigh. “I admit that I forgot my water bottle, which I likely wouldn’t have done if I had simply used one of your sticky notes.”

“I even doodled a snake on your reminder!” Patton said, lightly hitting Drew’s chest. “It was cute AND helpful.”

“Just like you,” Drew commented, moving his hand from Patton’s hair to cup their cheek as they flushed. “And I’m sorry, dear, I really didn’t think I’d need it.”

“And yet, you’re here,” Patton teased lightly before turning towards Virgil, extending a hand. “Virgil, there should be a water bottle behind you- think you can hand it to me?”

Virgil did as he was asked, glancing behind him and finding that, yes, perched on the shelf was a metal water bottle covered in snake stickers. He grabbed it and turned back towards Patton, passing them the bottle. Patton took it and turned back to Drew, offering it to him.

“Oh, must I take it?” Drew asked, looking reproachfully at the bottle. “You’re so much nicer to hold.”

“Mmm, you need to get back to work before they catch you slacking,” Patton told him. “I’ll still be around to hold later.”

“Is that a promise?” Drew asked, even as he let his hand fall from Patton’s cheek to take his water bottle.

“Even better,” Patton answered, letting go of Drew’s hand so that they could loop their pinkies together instead. They raised their now joined hands so that they were in easy sight of Drew. “It’s a pinky promise.”

Drew smiled. “Good,” he said, bending his pinky a bit to squeeze Patton’s. “I’m holding you to it,” he punned before reluctantly stepping away, letting his and Patton’s pinkies remain linked until he was forced by distance to let go.

“So,” Virgil spoke up, slightly startling Patton, who had been waving at Drew until he walked out of sight. “You’re not dating them, you lied?”

“I didn’t lie!” Patton defended, moving back towards the broom as they spoke, once more careful to avoid the glass as they stepped. “I’m not dating him! Or Remy!”

“Oh, yeah, because calling each other petnames and trading compliments til you’re both blushing and not wanting to let go of each other and looking at each other like you’re the other’s world is really just ‘best friend’ behaviour,” Virgil said, voice thick with sarcasm.

“We’ve lived in the same apartment for months, Virgil, we’re close!” Patton said as they went back to sweeping. “That doesn’t make us partners.”

Virgil let out a breath. “I know, Pat, but you really should see the way you two were looking at each other. It sure as hell wasn’t plain-ol’ friendly.”

“Language.”

“Stop dodging the point.”

Patton stopped their work, turning to look at Virgil as they rested their chin on the broom handle. “I don’t know what point you think I’m dodging, kiddo. Dee- and Remy- are my friends. They’re dating each other, but I’m not dating them. It’s not that hard to understand.”

Virgil didn’t respond to that at first, instead just blinking slowly at Patton a few times. “I’m starting to understand why Roman was in such a mood,” he finally said as he pushed himself away from the shelves. “If Remy’s half as oblivious as you are, I’d be complaining too.”

“Oblivious about what?” Patton asked, confused. “They know who they’re dating and who they’re not.”

Virgil didn’t answer, instead just chuckling and shaking his head. “I should get back before Kevin decides to be less lenient about my wandering time. See you later, pine-on.”

“Bye, Virge!” Patton said cheerily. “And good pun!”

Virgil responded with a half salute behind his head as he wandered off. Patton watched him off as they resumed their sweeping, focusing on their work and not any of the interactions that had just occurred. Say what he would, Virgil was wrong- Patton’s relationship with Drew and Remy was strictly platonic, and they had no plans to mess with what the three of them did have (an amazing friendship) anytime soon.

Drew dropped his bag before he collapsed against the wall, sliding down it halfway as he let out a huff. Though the day had been no longer than any other, the sun had been much more annoying than usual, and he was ready to be home and surrounded by not only air conditioning but also people he could stand. Absentmindedly he rubbed at the remains of make-up on his face, the only part of his costume he was still in since having changed out at the end of his shift.

“Are you suffering from heatstroke, or just bored?”

Drew looked up, finding Emile in front of him, smiling in amusement.

“A bit of both,” Drew answered truthfully. “Forgot my water bottle at home, though Pat had grabbed it for me at least. But neither their shift nor Remy’s is over for at least another fifteen minutes, so…”

“So I’m just someone to distract you until one of your partners can take over?” Emile asked, teasing.

“My partners in crimes, you mean?” Drew said. “Because I’ve told you before, Em, I really shouldn’t be talking about them here- you’re going to ruin our plan to invade ‘Beauty’s palace and get the treasure.”

“And what treasures are you going to find in there?”

“Hopefully, the key to a full hundred years of rest,” Drew told them before adding, “And gold. Mostly going for the gold.”

“Mhmm.” Emile hummed. “Happy to hear you’ve got your future set. Your criminal enterprises sound like they’re going to go over very smoothly. Now, as to your actual partners…”

“Do you think I’m cheating on my current criminal partners?” Drew asked, sounding offended. “With whom, another team? Emile, I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I think we both know I’m referring to your romantic partners.”

“Ah, yes.” Drew crossed his arms and leaned further back against the wall. “You’re referring to my roommates, who somewhere along the line you got confused as also being my romantic partners. They’re not very good at crime, you know.”

Emile grinned. “Not even good at stealing your heart?”

Drew just waved his hand dismissively. “Patton steals the heart of everyone they meet. Remy is not subtle at all when they go for the steal. Neither of them would make it a day in the world of crime.”

“But you admit that they’ve stolen your heart.”

“I admit they steal everybody’s heart.”

“But not like they’ve stolen yourssssss.”

Drew sighed, pulling his water bottle out of his bag and taking a sip of the water while he waited for Emile to stop. “Don’t be like Virgil and Roman, Emile. You’ve been given the precious gift of actually having a brain cell. Don’t waste it.”

“You can say whatever you want, Drew, but that doesn’t change the truth, even if you’d like to pretend it would,” Emile replied calmly, sounding smug. “We’ve all seen the way you three look at each other. You can’t lie your way out of love truer than that of Tiana, Naveen, and Charlotte’s.”

“Don’t have to lie to tell the truth,” Drew responded, returning his water bottle to its place in his bag. Before Emile could rebuke his words, the door that led outside of the first aid station opened, and two people walked in.

“Excuse me,” Emile said politely to Drew before they headed towards the people. After a brief moment of conversation, Emile walked further into the building with one of them while the other came over towards Drew.

Drew smiled when the newcomer was close enough for him to identify. “Hello, darling.”

Remy returned his smile, leaning against the wall and facing Drew. Remy was clearly off-shift, both costume and nametag removed, and was now sporting a sea-green bracelet. “Good evening, charming. Miss me?”

“Constantly,” Drew answered effortlessly. “I assume the same to be true of you?”

“I miss you every second you’re not in my presence more than the moon misses the sun,” Remy answered, maintaining veir composure for a moment before veir expression broke and ve laughed. “Like that one? I heard someone in the lobby tell it to their husband.”

“It is unbearably cheesy,” Drew told ver. “Though I’m sure also very sweet, if you mean it.”

“Good thing I mean it then,” Remy said jokingly. “People suck. I got yelled at twice today. I missed you and your not-yellingness.”

“Is that all you missed about me?” Drew asked, smile turning sly. “Because I know I miss you for more than just your sometimes-not-annoyingness…”

“Oh really?” Remy asked, shifting so that ve was facing Drew even more. “Well, I miss you for your not-yellingness, and for your looks- scar most certainly included, hun, it makes you look roguish- and for your mind, and your charisma, and, of course, your snark.”

“You flatter me.”

“Look in a mirror, sugar, you make it easy,” Remy told him. “Now I’m dying to know why you missed me.”

“Oh, how could I not?” Drew asked rhetorically. “There’s your charm, as sarcastic as it may be, your humor, your refusal to stand down against idiots, and your sense of fashion- though I must confess, I consider it a sin to hide such dazzling eyes.”

“Compliment my charm when you’re the real charmer ‘round here- I see how it is,” Remy said playfully, smiling.

Drew returned the smile. “I’m just telling the truth.”

“Mhmm,” Remy hummed non-committedly, though veir smile didn’t drop. Ve reached forward, brushing some of Drew’s hair behind his ear before moving to run veir fingers through it. Drew leaned his head closer, allowing ver easier access to his hair as ve pulled it over just one of his shoulders. “Your hair’s a mess.”

“It’s been in a bun all day.” Drew explained, closing his eyes and focusing on the soft and calming feel of Remy brushing through his hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp. “It got tangled.”

“Too lazy to fix that problem yourself, sweetheart?”

“I like it better when you do,” Drew admitted.

Remy chuckled as ve continued, veir attention turning more towards gentle touches against Drew’s skin as ve worked. “I should braid your hair tonight. Might not tangle as quickly that way.”

“If we do that, we’ll need to stop at the store on the way home,” Drew said. “Our beloved sunbeam will want to put flowers in my hair, and I do not believe we have any at home.”

“We already needed to stop for some dinner fixin’s anyways,” Remy told him. “We’ll just add ‘flowers prettier than your face’ to the list, though I’m afraid if we go looking for those we’ll never find them.”

Before Drew could return the compliment, the sound of approaching steps stopped him. He opened his eyes just enough to see that they belonged to Emile, who was smiling broadly and just a touch satisfiedly at them, before he closed his eyes once more.

“Hey there, babe,” Remy greeted. “How you?”

“I’m peachy keen!” Emile answered enthusiastically. “Yourself?”

Drew didn’t need to see Remy’s face to know that ve was smirking. “I’ve got the prettiest man in the world melting into my touch, so I’d say I’m doing pretty swell.”

“Bold words from the most gorgeous being to ever grace this planet’s surface,” Drew countered, opening his eyes so he could return Remy’s smirk. “And I’m not ‘melting into your touch,’ I’m giving you easier access to the hair you so wish to tame.”

“Whatever you say, sugar.” Remy responded casually, right before ve ran veir hand through his hair again, stopping halfway through to press veir fingers against the base of his neck, rubbing just the slightest of circles into his skin, which was cheating, because ve knew perfectly well that was one of his weak points. The motion alone had Drew leaning closer towards Remy, letting out a small sigh that morphed into a huff halfway through.

“That’s cheating,” Drew said, trying to sound accusing but only succeeding in sounding tired and slightly whiny.

Remy laughed. “Don’t care, darling, not even a little.”

Drew hissed at ver, only earning himself another laugh.

“Well you two certainly seem happy,” Emile pointed out, the slightest hint of trickery in their tone.

“I’d like to think we are, yes,” Remy said.

“Not that it’s surprising,” Emile continued, failing to sound very innocent. “I’m sure anyone’d be happy spending time with one of their partners.”

“I’m sure they would,” Remy said neutrally. “Not sure what that has to do with anything right now-”

“They’re talking about my partners in crime.” Drew interrupted. “I told them earlier about my plan to raid Sleeping Beauty’s class and steal her secrets to a hundred years of sleep.”

“I see. Well I do hope you plan on sharing those secrets because goodness knows I could do with a good century of napping.”

“Goodness and me,” Drew agreed, reaching forward and pushing Remy’s sunglasses up a bit, frowning at how dark the bags under veir eyes were. “Why else would I steal the secrets if not for you?”

“Awwww, you care,” Remy cooed, tone a mix of goodheartedly mocking and sincere. “And what do you mean, ‘goodness and me’? Hun, you are goodness.”

“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s Pat.”

“I don’t see why it can’t be both of you.”

“This is getting ridiculous!”

Drew and Remy turned towards Emile at their outburst, Remy tilting veir head to the side in confusion while Drew asked,

“What is?”

Emile waved their hands at the roommates. “You two! You three! This!”

Remy and Drew glanced at each other before looking back at Emile. “This?” Remy asked.

“You’re so oblivious it puts the Scooby Gang’s obliviousness to Shaggy’s godhood to shame!” Emile said, thoroughly exasperated.

“I’m sorry what was that-”

“I mean, look at you two!” Emile said, gesturing at where Remy’s hand was still running through Drew’s hair. “All you do is compliment each other and worry over each other and know exactly what to do to make the other melt into your touch!”

Drew shrugged. “So? We’re friends.”

“And we’ve lived together for months,” Remy added. “Kinda hard to not pick up stuff about each other.”

“This moved past friendship weeks ago,” Emile told them, crossing their arms. “You can pretend to be sly, but you aren’t.”

“We’re not pretending anything,” Drew replied, raising an eyebrow. “Are you alright, Em? No offense, you seem a little... agitated over this.”

Emile squinted at them. “You’d be agitated if you were me.”

“Huh. Vaguely ominous,” Remy commented idly, unperturbed by the conversation. “You should really talk to Roman though. He’s been having the same misconceptions about me and my roommates’ relationship. I’m sure you two lovelies can find the truth if you talk it out.”

“We’ve already found the truth,” Emile said confidently.

“If you say so,” Remy responded, reaching into veir pocket as ve spoke, pulling out veir phone and checking the time. “Patton’s shift should be over in a couple of minutes. Wanna go greet them?”

“The only sunshine I always want to see,” Drew answered. “Don’t tell them we’re going to braid my hair just yet, though, alright? I’d prefer to surprise them.”

Remy grinned. “Of course, hun.”

Drew returned the grin before shifting over so that he could pick his bag up, ignoring Remy’s protest at his hair moving out of playing-with range. “You do know that going to Patton requires moving, right?”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”

Drew chuckled as he straightened up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “You can play more with my hair when we get home, starlight, don’t worry. Come on, let’s go get Pat.”

Remy pouted, but ve still lifted veir arm and allowed Drew to slot himself in against veir side as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Remy’s arm wrapped around the top of Drew’s shoulders, holding him close as they headed towards the doors.

“Have a goodnight, Em,” Drew called over his shoulder right before they left, door lightly thudding as it fell shut behind them.

Emile let out a little huff. “Night-night lovebirds,” they said, even though they knew the couple in question couldn’t hear them. They waited a moment after they left before pulling out their phone, flicking to the group chat they, Roman, and Virgil had lovingly nicknamed ‘operation Get These Gays Together’ (originally known as ‘operation if they don’t get together I’m going to shoot them and then myself’ when Virgil named it) and sending a quick but vital text.

Usually, Emile preferred the passive route. They preferred to push people towards the solution, help them subtly, let them figure it out for themselves with only a bit of their help.

But that method was driving Emile (and Roman and Virgil) insane. They had tried the easy, passive way.

It was time to be aggressive.

The first thing Remy registered upon waking up was that they’d really rather not. The little bit of sun that made its way through their half-open eyelids was already too much and they were almost a hundred percent certain they still needed another five hours of sleep to be anything close to well-rested.

Therefore, immediately after opening their eyes, they shut them once more, rolling over and pushing their face into the surface beneath them to try and drown out all possible light. While this did solve the immediate problem of ‘too much light,’ it presented a new one for them to deal with- the fact that something close to him was warm and moving.

The discrepancy between where they remembered falling asleep last night- on the couch, alone- and where they must be now- somewhere big enough for more than one person to be sleeping, and apparently not alone anymore- was enough to convince Remy to open their eyes again. It was easier if only for the fact that the sun was now behind them, illuminating the sight in front of Remy instead of blinding them.

Remy was unsurprised to find the warm moving ‘thing’ was, in fact, their roommates- Drew curled up against Patton’s back, arms wrapped around their chest, one of Patton’s hands resting on top of Drew’s and their other sprawled out across the bed, almost touching Remy.

The sight made Remy smile. They reached out to lay one of their hands over Patton’s outstretched one, gently rubbing circles and nonsense patterns into their palm while they waited for them to wake up. While they would like to figure out how they ended up in bed instead of on the couch, and while they knew all three of them would eventually have to get up for work, they didn’t see the point in rushing anything. If they were already late for work, hurrying now wouldn’t change that, and Remy had decided long ago that there were few things in the world that mattered to them more than seeing both Drew and Patton rested, relaxed, and happy.

Slowly but surely, Patton began to wake up, shifting around in Drew’s grasp for a moment before their eyes fluttered open and they saw Remy. Upon seeing them, Patton smiled a sleepy but fond smile.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Patton greeted them, yawning partway through their sentence. They twisted their hand a bit so that they could hold Remy’s, beginning to rub circles into the back of Remy’s hand. “You look nice.”

Remy found it doubtful that they, in all their sweatpants, ratty t-shirt, and disheveled hair glory, were looking like anything more than a mess, but they were loath to reject any compliment that came from Patton.

“You look just as cute as always,” they returned, smile growing at Patton’s small giggle at their response. “I am, however, a little curious as to why I’m seeing your beauty right now.”

Patton’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before smoothing out as they realized what Remy was asking. “You fell asleep on the couch last night, right?”

“Last I recall, yes, and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember coming to… wherever this is.”

“It’s my room,” Patton answered. “I was cold, and I had pinky-promised Dee we could cuddle. We were goin’ to ask you to join, but you fell asleep while we were putting away the lasagna and we decided we didn’t want to risk waking you to move you. You’re such a light sleeper… and Dee said you hadn’t been sleeping as much recently.”

As Patton finished speaking, they reached out to brush a thumb underneath one of Remy’s eyes, as if they could erase the bags that were there.

Remy reached up with their free hand to catch Patton’s, gently pulling it away from their face and intertwining their fingers instead. “Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. Just a few more sleepless nights than usual.”

Patton hummed, clearly not satisfied, but they didn’t say anymore on the topic. “I know I didn’t bring you in here,” they said instead, looking forlornly at the space roughly a foot long between them and Remy. “I wouldn’t have brought you in here for cuddles and then not cuddled you,” Patton explained, sounding melancholy.

In an attempt to at least partially console them, Remy scooted closer to Patton, narrowing the gap to only a few inches. They kept themself from moving all the way against them only because they knew exactly what would happen, knew Patton’s arms would wrap around them and hold them close, trapping them in the cuddle pile they’d have no will nor want to escape, and, as nice as it sounded to let reality drift away as they sank back into sleep so close to their two favorite people in the world, Remy knew they couldn’t, knew they had to be at least a little bit responsible and wake up and go to work and do more than just waste the day away holding each other.

Though damn if that wasn’t a tempting thought.

“So does that mean Dee moved me?” Remy asked.

“He must’ve,” Patton answered before frowning. “Though I don’t ever remember him getting up… here, I’ll just ask him.”

Patton turned over slightly, letting go of one of Remy’s hands so that they could gently shake Drew’s shoulder. “Dee? Dee, honey, do you think you could wake up for me? Please?”

In response, Drew half-groaned, half-yawned, and shifted so that his head was pressed into the crook of Patton’s neck, effectively hiding him from both his roommates and the sun. Patton giggled quietly at his action before they titled their head around and pressed a slightly awkward kiss to the top of Drew’s head. “I know you don’t want to, love, but you’ve gotta get up.”

Drew didn’t respond for a moment, but eventually he sighed, lazily lifting his head away from Patton’s shoulder. He returned Patton’s kiss atop their head before shifting his attention to Remy, blinking blearily as he focused on the third person in the bed.

“Mornin’ darling dearest Dee,” Remy greeted. “Sleep well?”

“Mhmm,” Drew hummed noncommittally, but from the way his arms tightened around Patton, holding them closer, Remy could guess he had slept very well curled up with Patton. “What’re you doin’ here?” he slurred, awake enough to realize Remy should still be out on the couch if not awake enough to speak properly.

“We were kinda hoping you could answer that one, hun,” Remy said. “Because I don’t remember coming in here, and Patton doesn’t remember moving me.”

Drew frowned. “I didn’t move you. Wanted you to sleep.”

“So I’ve heard,” Remy commented, now frowning themself. “So. If none of us put me in the bed, and none of us have any sleep walking and/or possession problems we haven’t told the others about…”

“How did you end up here?” Patton finished for them, completing the trifecta of frowns.

The unanswered question finally convinced Remy to sit up, squinting as they looked around the room for some explanation. It did appear to be Patton’s room, from the animal posters hung on every wall to the rainbow they had painted onto the light switch cover with nail polish, so it was unlikely they had all been kidnapped, which Remy was going to consider a good thing. Something did stand out to Remy, however.

“Hey, Pat, you haven’t put any random notes on your door recently, have you?”

Patton shook their head in confusion. “No. Why do you ask?”

Remy didn’t answer them immediately, instead sliding out of the bed and heading towards the door. Tapped to it was a folded note, ‘to the oblivious gays’ scrawled on the front of it. Remy pulled it off the door, unfolding it and quickly scanning the message inside. When they finished, they groaned.

“I’m disowning all of our friends.” Remy said, tossing the note to the side in annoyance as they grabbed the door handle, trying (and failing) to turn it. They groaned again. “Fuck.”

“Language.” Patton said automatically as Drew pushed their glasses onto their face for them, Patton blinking a few times as they stopped needing to squint at everything. “What is it?”

Remy ran a hand through their hair as they moved to the only window in the room, attempting to open it for a moment before deeming it a lost cause. They sighed and turned back towards the bed. “We’ve been locked in.”

This got both Patton and Drew to sit up, both looking more awake as they frowned at them. “What do you mean, we’ve been locked in?”

“Exactly what I said,” Remy replied, leaning back against the wall behind them. “Our most lovely friends have locked us all in a room together and apparently won’t let us out until we ‘confess’ or some bullsh- bullcrap, because this is 2012 and we’re a story on fanfic-dot-net.”

“Confess?” Patton repeated before realization dawned on their face. “Oh. I- Virgil was talking about that yesterday, but I didn’t think he actually- well I didn’t think he really meant anything by it.”

“Same with Emile,” Drew said. “They talk about it so often I just figured it was some sort of joke for them.”

“Roman was talking about it too,” Remy added unhappily. “He pointedly ignored all my advances as well, which was rude. I like to think my distractions are at least worth one returned flirt.”

A moment of silence stretched out between them before Drew sighed and said, “So they did this, huh.”

“That’s why I’m disowning them, yeah,” Remy informed him. “Also on the list of disownments is my cousin, because apparently he’s the one who gave them the key they used to break in here and set this whole mess up.”

“Logan’s not usually the type to go for this sort of thing,” Drew pointed out.

“He isn’t, but I think he’s still annoyed about that one time I stole all his Crofter’s.” Remy said. “Though now he’s indirectly keeping me from my coffee, so who’s the real monster here?”

“At least you’ve got us,” Drew offered.

Remy smiled at that, annoyed expression softening. “Yeah, that I do,” they agreed, pushing off of the wall and padding back over to the bed, joining the semi-circle and leaning against Patton’s side. Drew wrapped an arm around both Patton’s and Remy’s backs as soon as they were settled, holding the three of them together.

“So now what?” Patton asked after a moment of comfortable silence. “Should we call in to work sick?”

“The note said they’d cover it,” Remy answered with a scoff. “No clue how they plan to do that, but they’ve made it into a them-problem.”

“And when are they going to let us out?” Drew followed up. “Because we’re going to have to eat soon.”

“I have a bag of emergency cookies in the closet, if worse comes to worst,” Patton added.

“Of course you do,” Drew said, though he sounded only fond.

“They said they’ll swing by around lunch to free us and, I quote, ‘congratulate us on the proposals,’” Remy laughed. “Roman’s words, if you couldn’t guess.”

Drew chuckled. “And if we try to break out of our makeshift prison?”

“They’ve stolen our phones and tapped them to the door, so if we break it down, we risk breaking our phones.” Remy explained. “Logan also reminded us that glass is sharp and dangerous when broken so we shouldn’t even think about shattering the window.”

“So no breaking out,” Drew summed up. “Guess we really are stuck here ‘til they return.”

“Yep,” Remy agreed. They turned their head so that they could plant a kiss against the side of Patton’s head. “At least I’m stuck with y’all. Better be trapped with angels than free with demons.” Remy smiled when Patton blushed a shade of red that Remy thought just made them look even prettier.

“Well someone’s getting awfully poetic,” Drew quipped, though he was also blushing.

“It’s what happens when I don’t have my coffee,” Remy said offhandedly. “Deal with it.”

“Only if you accept that you yourself are also an angel.”

“Oh, rude, babe, real rude to ‘u-too’ my own compliment back at me.”

“If you want to make this easier on yourself, just accept it, my dear,” Drew advised. “I can wax just as poetic as you can, and will if I think I must.”

Remy sighed, holding out the sound for a moment before they folded. “Fiiiine, I’m an angel.” They leaned around Patton, getting close enough that they could press a kiss to Drew’s forehead. “But you’re still the prettier one.”

Drew gasped dramatically at that, but before he could respond, Patton sighed, sounding fond and vaguely melancholy. Remy pulled back from Drew just enough to look at Patton.

“Aw, our sunshine feeling left out?” Remy asked teasingly, kissing Patton’s forehead as well and wrapping their arms around Patton’s waist. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re just as pretty as Dee.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that, I promise!” Patton reassured them with a laugh. “You two are just so cute together, that’s all.”

“We’re all cute together,” Remy said, pressing a quick peck of a kiss to Patton’s chin. “Helps that we’re all cute.”

Patton laughed again. “No, I mean- together-together, you know? You’re a good couple.”

Remy and Drew reacted to that, both glancing at each other in confusion and uncertainty. “Couple as in two people, or…?” Drew asked.

Patton raised an eyebrow, now looking confused themself. “I mean, I guess that too, but I mean- well, I mean romantically.”

Another uncertain glance between the supposed ‘couple.’ Remy laughed awkwardly. “Hate to break it to ya, hun, but I think I’d know if I was dating such a cutie.”

“Same here,” Dee echoed.

“Oh. Oh!” Patton said, blushing red now in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, you just- the way you act together, I- you’re so comfortable together-”

“We’re all comfortable together,” Drew pointed out, albeit quieter than he had been speaking a moment ago.

“I know, you just- I- oh, I’m so sorry!” Patton repeated, hiding their face in Drew’s shoulder. “I feel so silly,” they added, their voice now muffled.

Remy chuckled, reaching forward to card their fingers through Patton’s hair. They scooted a little closer to them as they scratched at their scalp as well. “Don’t worry about it, honey-love. Everybody makes mistakes.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” Patton cut themself off before actually getting to their point, shaking their head a bit before they pressed their face even further into Drew’s shoulder.

“Oh, come now, beloved,” Drew coaxed, rolling his shoulders and trying to convince Patton to lift their head. “You don’t have to hide anything from us, much less your beautiful face or heavenly voice.”

“It’s silly,” Patton whined, just loud enough to be understood. Remy laughed gently, brushing their hair to the side so they could kiss the back of their neck.

“That’s okay. We’re not going to make fun of you or anything,” Remy assured them.

Drew leaned over and kissed the top of Patton’s head, pulling back only a little. “What’d you say, love? Can I see those pretty, pretty eyes?”

It took another moment of Remy playing with their hair and Drew sweet talking Patton before they were convinced, slowly lifting their head up just enough so that Drew could see their eyes. Drew smiled at them. “There you go. Isn’t this nicer?”

A little smile slipped onto Patton’s face. “Your eyes are much, much more gorgeous than the fabric of your shirt, yes.”

“I should hope so,” Drew replied, leaning his forehead against Patton’s. “Now, I’m sure both me and our lovely moonbeam are very curious as to what’s got you trying to hide from us.”

“Yeah, sugar, you’re not usually like this,” Remy added, though they didn’t sound worried, just sweet. “What’s got you feeling so silly and shy?”

Patton rested their cheek on Drew’s shoulder, looking between their roommates. “Promise you won’t hate me?”

“We could never,” Drew and Remy said at the same time.

Patton nodded, took a breath, squirmed a little in place, and finally said, “Y’know how I’ve never really said that you guys are together, even if I had no reason not to say it?”

“Uh… yes?” Remy answered, sounding slightly baffled by the question.

“Yeah, well… there was a reason for that.”

“...Okay?” Drew said, tone matching Remy’s.

“It’s because I didn’t really want to accept the fact that you two were together.”

Twin silence from Drew and Remy. Patton let out a little sigh, sounding more amused than annoyed.

“I didn’t like acknowledging the fact that you were both taken,” A pause to give their roommates a chance to finish for them; when neither of them spoke, Patton continued, “because I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you were both taken but neither of you were taken with me.”

Another pause, another stretch of silence as Drew and Remy each processed Patton’s words, the confessor themself once more hiding against Drew’s shoulder. Then- dawning understanding.

“Oh,” Remy said first, looking at Drew with wide eyes. “Oh. Patton, I-”

“It’s really okay if neither of you feel the same, really, I don’t even expect you too, we’re friends, and that’s what we’ve always said we were and always been, and that doesn’t need to change I just-” Patton laughed, slightly breathless as they tried to fit everything they wanted to say in only the space of a few seconds, “I just feel silly that I never even bothered to tell you guys because I thought you were dating, that’s all.”

It was quiet as Drew and Remy processed that, Drew looking at the bed as he thought while Remy looked off at the wall, clearly lost in their thoughts. It only took a moment for them to sort them, however.

“Hey, Patton?” Remy said, getting Patton to lift their head once more from Drew’s shoulder and look at them, Patton’s expression a mix of pained and hopeful. Remy reached forwards, cupping one of Patton’s cheeks with one of their hands, smiling a little stupidly as they did so. “Wanna hear a silly little secret of my own?”

Patton's eyes widened, suggesting that they knew exactly what the secret was, but they still said, in a quiet, almost awed voice, “What?”

Remy giggled, just a little, reaching out with their other hand as well and holding Patton’s face in both their hands as they answered, “I have a crush on both my roommates too,” they said in a mock-whisper, as if they were at a sleepover and they were all twelve. “I never told them because I thought they weren’t interested in me like that, but recently I’m starting to think I might be wro-”

Remy’s confession was cut off by Patton letting out a little squeal of excitement, pushing themself forward so that they could wrap their arms around Remy’s midsection, knocking them over and ending up with them both sprawled across the bed. Remy had just barely recovered from the action when Patton started peppering kisses across their face, going over their forehead and both their cheeks before they ended with a kiss on their lips, one that was brief but still sweet and loving and warm and undeniably Patton.

“You jerk.” Patton said, though there wasn’t a hint of heat in their tone as they laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me this three months ago?!”

“I had this whole friendship thing going on that I didn’t want to ruin!” Remy defended with a laugh of their own. “Though, if I had known that’d be your reaction, I’d have gone off and ruined our friendship long ago, sweetness.”

Patton’s smile broke into a grin and they kissed the tip of Remy’s nose, eliciting a quick but joyful giggle from them. “You’re forgiven for your slowness in telling me for how utterly perfect you are.”

“Why thank you, angel,” Remy said, pushing themself up just enough to give Patton a fast nose kiss as well. “But don’t you think we’re missing something- or, better put, someone- from this ‘perfect’?”

Patton’s eyes widened at the reminder. “Oh my gosh, you’re right!” they said before turning around to look at Drew. He was still sitting in the same spot he had been. It was clear he had been watching Patton and Remy, but upon them turning their attention to him, he seemed to suddenly find the entire rest of the room much more interesting to look at.

“Dee?” Patton said, forcing the aforementioned to turn his attention back to them or risk being rude to one of the people he was currently locked in a room with.

“Yes?” Drew asked, trying to sound aloof and neutral. He failed horribly, however, his voice coming out as something closer to mock-formal.

“Me and Remy have both made our confessions… do you have one of your own?” Patton asked, once more sounding hesitant.

When Drew didn’t respond instantly, Remy rushed to add, “It’s completely alright if you don’t, of course. No pressure whatsoever, we can still be friends, it’s just- well, not to sound like the people who locked us up in here in the first place, but I kinda feel like that’s not really what we should be.”

“I-” Drew started before cutting himself off, looking down as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I do love you guys, really; I mean, who couldn’t after living with you for so long, you’re too incredible not to love, but… I don’t know how I love you.”

“...Care to elaborate?” Remy pushed after a minute stretched in silence.

Drew shifted in place. “I guess… we’ve spent our entire friendship doing everything a couple might do- spending time together, learning each other’s favorite things, getting stupidly domestic, literally sleeping together, cuddling, sharing little kisses, and I just… don’t know if I love you romantically or not.”

“Alright,” Patton said slowly, nodding their head before frowning. “I’m… not sure how to figure that out.”

“Me neither,” Remy admitted. “There must be something romantic we haven’t done with you, right?

Drew shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve covered all of the bases, as far as I can tell. No wonder everyone thought we were dating…”

“Not all of them,” Patton said, pulling Drew out of his barely started musings. They smiled at him, softly and sweetly and just a bit shyly. “Dee?”

“...Yes?”

“Do you want to kiss us?”

“Kiss you- I already have kissed you, what do you…” Drew cut himself off as he realized what Patton meant, his cheeks quickly turning a crimson red.

Remy chuckled as they sat up, Patton shifting a bit to their side so that they could properly sit up. “Hate to put words in your mouth, sweetheart, but I’mma guess that means yes?”

“I… yeah, yeah it does,” Drew conceded, chuckling a little awkwardly. “That sounded awfully charming.”

“Everything you say is charming when you’re a charmer,” Patton responded, and Drew’s cheeks turned a shade darker as the awkwardness in his expression relaxed into something more akin to soft adoration.

Patton patted the bed directly in front of them and Remy. “Come over here, lovely.”

Drew did so willingly, pulling himself over so that he was once more part of the group. Patton smiled tenderly at him as he settled himself before reaching out and gently taking his face in their hands.

“Stop me if you need to, okay?” Patton said. Drew half-laughed, half-scoffed.

“I doubt I’ll want you to stop, much less need you to,” he told them, and Patton smiled wider at him before leaning in, their careful and loving hold on Drew’s face holding him still until their lips were connected.

The kiss was longer than Patton and Remy’s had been, more planned, but it was still just as welcoming and comfortable, as if this wasn’t their first kiss but instead their hundredth; somehow both oddly familiar and excitingly new.

Without even realizing it, Drew found himself leaning it, placing his hands on Patton’s waist to hold steady as he did so, more than happy to drown in the kiss as much as he could.

Patton pulled away when he was reaching the edge of breathlessness, smiling brightly at Drew even as they moved back, still holding his face. “How was that?”

“I love you,” Drew said as an answer, letting out a laugh in the form of a huff as he went on, “Oh, god be damned, Patton, I love you.”

“Language,” Patton chided lightly, though they both knew it meant nothing.

“Hey now,” Remy spoke up, drawing Drew and Patton’s attention. They were pouting, though amusement flashed in their eyes. “I’m feeling a little forgotten over here.”

“Forget you?” Drew asked, normally suave tone now simply breathless and incredulous. “I could never.”

“Then prove it,” Remy demanded, reaching out and making grabby hands at Drew despite the fact that he was barely two feet from them. Drew didn’t mind it, however, simply laughing at the display of affection. He gently took Patton’s hands off his cheeks, kissing the back of both of them (to the delight of Patton) before releasing them and closing the small gap between him and Remy.

“There you are,” Remy said, as if Drew had been hiding somewhere far off and not simply kissing their partner (their partner, not just his partner but Remy’s too) instead of Remy. “Do I get kisses now?”

Drew laughed. “Yes,” he said, not bothering to drag the moment out as he reached forwards, cupping one of Remy’s cheeks in his hand and pulling them closer. “You get kisses now.”

He kept to his promise as he kissed Remy, not holding it out for one long kiss like he and Patton had done but instead kissing them over and over and over again, quick little kisses that lasted seconds but still meant worlds to the both of them, that were still caring and inviting and loving even if they were brief. It worked better that way, Drew decided, especially when Remy evidently grew bored of just kissing his lips and moved on to covering the rest of his face with kisses instead.

“I’m starting to think I really am a jerk for not confessing anything sooner,” Remy said when they had, apparently, deemed Drew’s face properly kissed, now pulled back so that they could look Drew in the eyes as they grinned lopsidedly. “I’ve been severely neglecting giving you- and Patton- all the kisses you two deserve.”

“Not that that ever stopped you when we were friends,” Patton pointed out, leaning against Remy’s side and reaching out to hold one of Drew’s hands as well.

“That’s because even then I knew I was making a mistake,” Remy said, happily taking advantage of the fact that Patton was once more close to them to kiss their forehead.

“I just can’t believe the people who locked us up had it right,” Drew said, squeezing Patton’s hand as the hand he had been using to cup Remy’s cheek moved to hold one of Remy’s hands. “We really have been horribly oblivious, huh?”

Remy laughed. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate, yeah,” they agreed before smiling mischievously. “We’re not going to let them know that though, right?”

“Oh, goodness, of course not,” Drew responded. “Otherwise they might start thinking locking people up will always work, or, even worse, they might get an ego boost.”

“I think Roman will explode if that happens- his ego’s already big enough as is,” Patton added. Drew’s and Remy’s attention immediately turned to them, both looking shocked, to which Patton defended, “What? I can be petty towards our friends too!”

Drew chuckled as he quickly kissed Patton’s cheek. “That you can, dearheart, that you can.”

“It’s not like you’re wrong either,” Remy pointed out. “Really, letting Roman know this planned work might kill him. We’re just going to have to pretend it didn’t, for his sake.”

Patton and Drew both nodded as solemnly as they could given the circumstances. “I vote that we tell them this experience has really brought us closer together in our friendship instead,” Drew offered. “That way we can still be horribly obnoxious-” Drew paused to peck quick kisses to each of his partners’ noses to prove his point before continuing “-and also keep Roman and his ego safe.”

“A perfect plan,” Patton agreed. “Though… what do we do if they catch us calling each other partners?”

“We tell them how we decided we really felt like ‘friends’ no longer properly described how close our friendship was, so we decided to start using partners,” Remy answered immediately with a grin. “Really, we can turn anything into just another extent of our ‘friendship’ is we try hard enough. The real question is for how long do we do that? When do we give them their satisfaction?”

Drew hummed in thought for a moment before he said, a wicked smile racing his face as he spoke, “I’d say we’ll have to wait them out at least until we get married. We can tell them it’s for tax benefits.”

“We’re going to get married?!” Patton exclaimed, eyes shining at the thought.

“Well, I mean-” Drew floundered for a moment, clearly having gotten so caught up in how to best taunt their friends that he hadn’t even considered the implications of what he had said “-we’ve only just got together, but- if this lasts and we don’t regret anything, well-”

“We’re going to get married!” Patton repeated, this time with no question in their tone, tugging Drew closer to themself and pulling Remy closer as well so that they were all squished against each other. “We’re going to get married and we’re going to move out and find a better apartment with one huge bed- oh, or we could get a house with one big bed, and we’re going to adopt a dog- no, two dogs- no, ten dogs!- and-”

Drew gently stopped Patton’s rant by kissing them until they were breathless, resting his forehead against theirs when he finished. “And we’ll drive our friends absolutely insane with what a lovely life we’ll be living,” he added softly.

Remy moved to press their forehead against both of their partners’. “And we’ll be in love forever,” they added, which was an extraordinarily cheesy thing to say, but in the moment, it also felt like the right thing to say.

In fact, pressed against the two most important people in the world to them, still feeling giddy at everything that had happened in the span of barely fifteen minutes, Remy felt as if, for the first time in a long time, absolutely everything was just as it should be.

They were looking forward to getting used to that feeling.

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Arthur Fleck/ Arkham Joker x reader: Unwelcome Visitor

Summary: You’re in the hospital recovering from injuries you received on the night the Joker attacked you. During your last night at the hospital, you receive a visit from a man you don’t recognize...at first.

A/N: Hey guys. This is the follow up to my one shot, Interrogation. I was originally just going to write about what happened to the reader on the night the Joker attacked her, and then have it end when he leaves her at the hospital. But I thought you might like more of a follow up type of story. So instead, this will pick up with the reader at the hospital. She reflects on what happened to her that night. During the night before she leaves to go home, she receives a visit from the Joker. She doesn’t recognize him at first because he just escaped from Arkham. Warnings: There will be mentions of stabbing and sexual assault. The reader will be assaulted again. There are threats of violence and victim blaming. This is not dub con, it’s real sexual assault. In his sick mind, Arthur/Joker thinks the reader will fall in love with him. He thinks she appreciated what he did that night, so he does it again, but at the same time, he knows what he’s doing is wrong. I know this will be dark and triggering for some of you, and it’s okay if you don’t want to read it. Things like this happen everyday. It is not romantic, nor is it meant to romanticize acts of violence and sexual assault. Since some of you like my darker stories, I thought I would write about something featuring dark subject matter. Please remember this is only a story. As it says in the title, I’m basing Arthur’s/Joker’s personality at the end of the movie. The look in his eyes is pure evil, and if he was unstable enough, he might actually do something like this. The man we see at the end of the movie is not the same man we had come to know in the rest of it, He’s not Arthur. This story does not show him in a positive light. You have been warned. With that being said, I hope you like it. As always, please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings.

It had been a week since the Joker attacked you. Your recovery had been coming along nicely. Thankfully no major organs were damaged, but you still lost a lot of blood from the injuries. Thanks to the staff that was on call that night, they were able to stop the bleeding, and patch you up. They wanted to keep you in the hospital for a few days to give you time to heal and manage your pain. You remembered bits and pieces of the attack. You couldn’t remember everything that happened after he stabbed you, but you remembered most of it. You were on your way home from work. You were working a late night shift. You knew how dangerous Gotham could be, especially at night, but you had no other options. You weren’t expecting out of all the people who could’ve hurt you to be the Joker.

He had came out of nowhere. He grabbed you and you had just enough time to see who it was and screamed. He had began stabbing you. He had stabbed you four times, at least that was the amount of times you counted. He had stabbed different places on your upper body. You were confused and terrified. Why would the Joker come after you? He usually dealt with mobsters. You weren’t anyone special. Then again, it was the Joker. He probably didn’t always know why he did what he did sometimes. You began to feel lightheaded. You expected him to keep stabbing you, but he stopped. The look on his face softened. You couldn’t tell if he felt sadness or remorse. He looked around frantically, like he didn’t know what to do. You briefly remember him pulling at your pants, but you blacked out for a little bit. It was probably best you didn’t remember the assault. You knew you had been assaulted because while your jeans were pulled back up, you were sore between your legs. “Can you move at all?” You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to. You wondered if it would upset him and if he would decide to kill you. He sighed, and you were lifted from the ground. He was carrying you, but to where and why? You were blinded by the lights of the entrance to the ER. You realized you had been brought to the hospital. He carefully placed you in front of the entrance. He crouched down to you and kissed you. “Don’t feel bad about yourself.” You wondered why he would say something so strange. You smiled, relieved that it was finally over, and he left. It wasn’t long before a nurse found you. As she left to notify the emergency staff, you grabbed her arm. Through labored breaths, you told her the Joker had done everything to you before you finally passed out from the shock.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. Your wounds were bandaged. You felt extremely tired and you were in pain, but you were alive. The detectives came to question you about what happened. They wanted to confirm everything you told the nurse. They told you when you were being cared for by the staff, one of the nurses noticed bruising and semen on your genitals, which was an indication of sexual assault. The detectives asked you if you thought you were sexually assaulted and you said yes because you felt sore between your legs. You told them the Joker did it and they looked at you sympathetically. They told you they caught him, and you didn’t need to worry since he would be locked away in Arkham for a very long time. They gave you a social worker’s contact information so you could contact her and receive counseling when you leave the hospital. You thanked them and they left. You couldn’t really do much aside from stay in bed and rest. It was your last night at the hospital, and you were looking forward to going home and sleeping in your own bed. You also wanted to see your friends again. Aside from the nurses coming in to check on you and redress your wounds, you didn’t have many visitors. That was probably a good thing since the pain medication made you drowsy. You got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. It was decent enough. You decided to look into the small cabinet to see what was inside. There were small plastic tubs, washcloths, and soaps for sponge baths. Sometimes it was easier to have those things nearby in case the nurses needed them. When the nurses would come to check on you, patients would have accidents, and it was much easier to have the things needed to clean them. That explains why you would see them leaving with bathing materials. Thankfully, you weren’t in that category. You went back to bed and dozed off for a bit.

It wasn’t very long before you woke up to the sound of your door being opened. Visiting hours were over, and you obviously hadn’t asked for a nurse. You closed your eyes and turned over, thinking you weren’t entirely awake. Or maybe you were hallucinating. You felt a hand touch your shoulder as if the person was trying to wake you. You saw a man you didn’t recognize. He had dark hair and stubble on his face. Something about him made you uneasy. You noticed he was wearing white scrubs. The only nurses who had been to your room were women. Maybe he was a male nurse making rounds? “I wanted to see you, I had to.” You had no idea what he was talking about. “Who are you?” You felt groggy from the medication, but you were aware of everything. You knew you weren’t dreaming or hallucinating when you could smell his scent. He smelled like cigarettes and aftershave. It was a familiar scent. “I know you told them about what happened.” That was when you knew who he was. You saw it in his eyes. You immediately panicked and reached for the call button, but he took it out of your hand. “No, you don’t need that. We wouldn’t anyone to get hurt, now would we?” You knew you had no choice. You had to cooperate or you would risk getting yourself and someone else hurt or worse. “Good girl.” He got on top of you. “I missed you, Y/N. There’s something about you. You’re a lot like her. You’re a nice person like her, so soft and easy to take advantage of. You’re easier to take advantage of than she would’ve been. You shouldn’t have been out so late at night. Don’t you know how dangerous that is?” He sounded like a concerned father scolding his daughter. You were so confused. You didn’t know who he was talking about. He shook his head. “But it’s okay. I showed you how dangerous it is. I can keep you safe and make you happy. I saw the way you looked at me before I left. You were smiling at me, happy about what I did.” You heard nurses talking in the hallway. You tried to get up, but he had you pinned, and put his hand over your mouth and shushed you. “Don’t make me hurt you. I already warned you about what would happen. If you or someone else gets hurt, it’ll be your fault.” You stopped trying to fight him off. You felt extremely vulnerable in your surroundings. You couldn’t do much to fight him even though you wanted to. He didn’t touch your upper body. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about him messing up the bandages and you could leave your gown on. He pulled at the waistband of your hospital pants. You were exhausted and weakly protested, but he didn’t listen. You looked at the ceiling and closed your eyes. You just wanted to sleep through what was happening. He thrusted into you. “So sweet,” he murmured. You winced. He kept going, but didn’t say anything else. “I love you,” he groaned before pulling out. You were repulsed by him. He was a very sick man, but it didn’t excuse what he did. He got off the bed and went inside the bathroom. He came back out with a small tub of water, a wash cloth, soap, and a towel. He didn’t say anything as he cleaned between your legs. ‘Get your disgusting hands away from me! Do not fucking touch me!’ you screamed in your head. You wanted to scream at him so badly. You were so angry, you wanted to claw his eyes out. He dried you off and helped you put your pants back on. “You know, you really should’ve asked for a cop to guard your door. It was way too easy to get in here.” Even in a hospital, a place that’s supposed to be safe, couldn’t protect you from him. “I’ll find you once I get everything squared away. I miss you already.” And with that, he left. All you could do was hope he didn’t know where you lived, and hope that the police would catch him before he had the chance to find you again.

@shaw-2000

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Rosebud prep 13

Today was a momentous occasion. A morning where the heat didn’t suffocate Menagerie, nor did the sea breeze give chills to the civilization. No, everything was just right. Jaune and Ruby had frequented the beautiful island multiple times for several months now since the start of their “second honeymoon.” Jaune was positive that they should’ve called it a world tour since no regular honeymoon lasts months, and it was filled with too much danger to call it a vacation. Not that he minds the danger in the slightest. Their love bloomed on the battlefield in the first place. Though it was nice to have a break from it; even if this journey had gotten him back in fighting shape.

Jaune sat on the sand watching the sunrise; the waves coming up a few inches short of his outstretched left leg while the right one remained bent. Practically chest level. His arms propped his body up from behind and to his right stood Ruby who was also enjoying the sunshine. However, it was clear by the expression in her face that her mind was elsewhere. Jaune didn’t need to think hard about why.

Jaune:Any day now.

Ruby:Yep. With the way Yang looks, one good scare could put her into labor.

Jaune:This places loves festivals. I’m sure I could find a firecracker to speed things along.

Ruby:She’d kill you.

Jaune:I can outrun a pregnant woman.

Ruby:Pffft heheheh, that shouldn’t be funny.

Jaune:There’s that giggle I love so much. Been a minute since I heard you laugh. Worried?

Ruby:Aren’t you?

Jaune:Not as much as Blake or Yang might be. I’m trying to remain calm. A bunch of worried people are only going to make things more tense, and child birth is tense enough as it is.

Ruby:Don’t have to tell me. But still, what….what if something unexpected happens?

Jaune:Cinder?

Ruby:Anyone. Blake has her fair share of enemies, so does Yang, and suppose it is Cinder. We’ve come up with all these contingency plans but who knows just how strong she’s gotten? This island-

Jaune:Has been heavily monitoring every ship that comes in and out of this place since Yang got pregnant. You personally have canvas the entire place at least twice. Working with the cops, Blake’s parents, even the medical staff; you’ve been extremely thorough.

Ruby:Okay but that doesn’t mean we’re in the clear. Medical complications, they almost happened to me so they might happen to Yang. She might go into shock or there could be something wrong with the baby no one expected.

Jaune:The doctor has said she’s perfect healthy and so is the baby.

Ruby:But-

Her counter argument was cut off by Jaune standing up and cupping her face gently. He looked at her with a twinge of concern but also with confidence clearly in his eyes as well. Ruby couldn’t help but feel her face get a little warm.

Jaune:Remember when I use to be a bundle of nerves?

Ruby:You still are but continue.

Jaune:You and everyone else constantly had to remind me to take a breath and tell me I could handle things. Ruby, you got this; everything is under control that can be controlled.

Ruby:....And for things that can’t be?

Jaune:Trust in life, trust in love.

Trust, was it that simple? Was that what was missing? Ruby closed her eyes and began taking slow, deep breaths. The sound of the waves gently falling onto the shore and back to the sea filled her eardrums. ‘When did he become the believer, the one to hold onto fa-’ suddenly things started to click just a little bit more. The possible reason for her eyes being so dim and the ability to truly find her stride in everything she did. ‘When...did I lose faith in hoping for the best? Miracles, I still believe in those. Right?’

Ruby opened her eyes. She was calmer now but also more perplexed by her own thoughts.

Jaune:Uh oh, didn’t work?

Ruby:It did but….Jaune do you believe in miracles? Or just having good faith in everything still?

Jaune:I mean, yeah. It’s been rough but I’d like to believe I still do. There’s actually more good in the world than there’s ever been for awhile now. Why, you don’t?

Ruby:That’s the thing, I-

“Ruby!!! Jaune!!!” The two looked over to see Weiss running over to them with her arms in the air. Before they could meet her half way she had already ran all the way to them at a speed that even Ruby found staggering. Weiss hunched over slightly winded and red faced. Sprinting in heels on the sand was not the best move.

Weiss:There huff you two huff are…

Ruby:Woah Weiss, hehe where’s the fire?

Weiss:Your sister…..

Ruby:I-I’m sorry what?

Weiss:She’s in labor!

Ruby:WHAT!!!!?

xxxx

“AAAAAGGGHH!”

Bellowing screams of shear pain thundered out of Yang’s lungs. She been like this for at least twenty minutes. Blake stood by her side with an odd mixture of joy and anxiety. The crushing grip of Yang’s hand squeezing with more force every time she was told to push. Blake grabbed the side of the hospital bed until her knuckles were white; suppressing the urge to scream from her own pain. ‘At this rate, I’ll need medical attention myself’’

“You’re doing great sweetie!” Blake said as she smiled through the pain.

Yang wasn’t easily fooled. “I know I’m hurting you. Blake, just let go.”

“No way! I’m never leaving you. Her other hand came up and grabbed the other side of Yang’s. They both give each other a nod before the doctor tells Yang to give another push; unleashing yet another powerful scream that could be heard by everyone guarding the hall. That includes her friends and family. Ruby especially, she can’t help but flinch every time.

“AAAAAHHHHHGGGGHHH!!!”

Ruby:Ugh. Sort of glad that’s not me this time. And yet…..

“AAAAAAHHHGGG!”

Ruby:I don’t like being on this side either.

Ren:You sure you don’t wanna be in there with her?

Nora:I bet Yang would love all the emotional support she can grip. Also another thing to squeeze.

Ruby:Blake is more than enough for that; guarding takes priority. Also that metal arm shouldn’t be squeezing anything but the bed frame.

Nora:Pretty sure that broke minutes ago. Besides, I have a feeling no one uninvited is showing up.

She had a good point. The hallway and entrances leading to it had guards posted that were ordered to report in to Kali without fail. Jaune was outside the front entrance with Ghira, Weiss and Neptune were on the roof, and Sun covered the other entrances with his clones and Ilia. Not to mention Tai was a phone call away, ready to jump through a portal with Qrow and Raven for surprise reinforcements. Only a crazy person would dare attempt to stir trouble. Everyone had a cutthroat mentality right now that was impressive and horrifying at the same time; the mark of an experienced huntsman for sure.

Ruby chewed on the bottom of her lip. Of course she wanted to support Yang, but no way was she going to be caught off guard. Not again….

Ruby:You might be right, but I can’t take chances. A kid's future can be at stake.

Nora:.....

Nora:Speaking of kids and futures, what’s that looking like for you? One year of searching and almost another getting back on your feet. I know that’s basically no time at all but you cannot tell me helping Yang with her’s isn’t making you think about it? For better or for worse.

Ren:Nora-

Ruby:It’s fine. She’s not entirely wrong. I have been thinking about it more and more. These past nine months especially. I’m...going to be honest with you two, my choice to stand out here isn’t completely selfless. That baby, I don’t know how I’ll react when I see it. When Yang and Blake ask me if I want to hold it.

She stares at her hands silently before rubbing her eyes; chuckling a little through restrained whimpering. “Selfish, right?”

……..

Nora:Do you wanna know a secret? I’ve actually been thinking a bit about all this. Ren as well. Can’t say much about his motivation but when it comes down to it, I’m being a bit selfish too.

Ruby looked up at Nora to see the girl looking down at her own feet. Nora takes a slow breath before looking into Ruby’s eyes.

Ruby:What?

Nora:We weren’t there for you. I wasn’t there for you. Maybe things could’ve been different if-

Ruby:Stop….

Nora:....

Ruby:That rabbit hole way of thinking only gets worse. Don’t put blame on yourself when you haven’t done anything wrong.

Ren:Yeah but we haven’t done anything right either. We’ve done nothing at all Ruby. That’s the problem. I feel just as guilty as she does. You’re our friend, our family. Jaune is our leader and both of you didn’t deserve what happened to you. So we found a way to help when the time comes.

Nora:Our orphanage has brought some unique problems to our doorsteps considering we don’t age out our kids or find parents put into “interesting” situations.

Ruby:Interesting?

Nora:Teens that got a bit too close despite our rules and soon to be parents that lost their towns. Ren is a bit squeamish about those sort of things but it’s gotten to the point he’s ordered plenty of medical supplies for those situations and made special rooms for them. While I have been put in the uncomfortable situation of playing doctor; in the literal sense. I’ve delivered several children and one of the parents actually was in the medical field.

Ruby:*eyes widened* Ar-Are you saying…?

Nora:When you decide to try again we’ll be around for the whole process if you’d like.

Ren:All of it. Delivery included. No immediate birth certificate, fancy hospital, or unneeded people around. Just the people who are closest in a place not so easy to find.

Nora:Completely under the radar to help prevent danger.

Ruby:....You’d do all that for me?

The two looked at Ruby confused before looking at each other and back at her again.

Ren:Of course….

Nora:We love you silly.

Ruby:G-Guys….I don’t know what to s-

“Everyone…” said Blake unexpectedly from down the hall. The three of them turned to see her on the phone; most likely calling the others. She looked exhausted and one of her hands was bright red and purple. No doubt that it had been from Yang and from the looks of it, at least fractured. Yet despite all that, Blake was smiling. Then it hit Ruby, the yelling had stopped at last.

The three looked almost hypnotized as they were hoping Blake’s next words were they have been waiting to hear. She didn’t disappoint.

“Come meet our son.”

Nora took Ruby and Ren’s hand then ran towards the entrance. Just as she approached it, Nora let go of Ruby and stood to the side with Ren.

Nora:Well?

Ruby:Well what?

Ren:I mean it’s only fair you walk in first.

Blake:He’s right you know? I can tell Yang is dying to show you.

Ruby:Could you all at least…follow a few seconds behind me?

Nora:Duh, you think I’m not antsy to meet the little guy?

Nora flashed a smile that warmed Ruby’s heart. She’s always been a bit motherly for sure, but running the orphanage has strengthened those maternal instincts; she became a mother right under everyone’s nose and Ren, an amazing father for sure. Where did the time go?

Ruby finally gave a nod and opened the door. Today was a momentous occasion. The morning, perfect. The sun, absolutely radiant. Yet none of them compared to this one single moment. Room was warm and quiet, except for the rhythmic sound of medical machinery at work. Ruby stood motionless and without breathing the instant her eyes locked onto the bed in the center of the room.

Yang sat upright completely mesmerized by the tiny life that was swaddled in her arms. Her skin was a bit pale; a thin sheen of sweat on her face made it look like she was glowing. Yang’s long and full hair also was weighed down and fell flat from exhaustion, and yet it looked beautiful as strands ran across her face. It even seemed to glow faintly itself. Yang ran her pointer finger gently around what Ruby assumed to be the baby’s face.

Her presence finally became noticed when Ruby let out slightly “wow” that snapped Yang out of the trance. Their eyes met and Ruby saw nothing but joy and a boundless fiery passion in them. “Hey baby sis. Come meet your nephew Kovu. Yang gave her the most inviting smile that Ruby had ever seen.

She approached slowly. As if she was trying to sneak up on Zwei or Weiss. Inch by inch Ruby got closer until she stood beside Yang. The blonde tilted her arms to Ruby so she could get a better look at him. It was love at first sight. His was rosy and his eyes were closed. Messy short black covered his head with the roots being blonde. That alone was enough to melt anyone’s heart but then there was his tiny cat ears that still managed to look too big for him. Despite having black hair, Kovu’s ears were blonde.

“Calico?” Ruby wondered out loud. Yang shook her head at the question however. “No, looks a bit like one though. Personally I thought about Tortoiseshell cats but the little kiddo is just a panther with beautiful color coordination.

Without thinking, Ruby reached out and gently poked his button nose. Kovu’s face scrunched up and a tiny coo was let out. His opens and Ruby was hit with the sight of majestic mixture between gold and amber. Yang was right about color coordination. Kovu had hit the genetic jackpot; he was such a handsome baby. The boy was going to have to keep the girls off of him with a stick when he’s older.

Ruby pulled down the blanket he was bundled up in a little and his right hand wiggled out. Ruby went to gently hold the little guys hand when he unexpectedly reached for it. His hand grasping her finger with all the might he could muster. It was so innocent, simple even. Yet...it sent Ruby crumbling down.

Yang:R-Ruby? Your eyes.

Ruby:Huh?

Yang:You’re crying.

Ruby ran her hand across her face and sure enough she felt warm tears smear across her face. How long has this been happening. They weren’t stopping either. She backed away from the both of. “Excuse me.” Yang completely understood why but she couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

As she opened the door, Ruby had forgotten that Blake called everyone to come and see Kovu. Including Jaune. He was in the middle of healing Blake’s hand when Ruby caught his attention; shocked to see her walking out in tears. She hated it. She didn’t want people to see her like this and burst into roses towards the outside. Immediately he looked at everyone who had a “Go” expression on their face. He got the message and bolted.

Luck for him, Ruby didn’t go far. Just outside to the steps in front of the door. No doubt because she still prioritized the safety of the hospital above anything else at the moment. She heard the familiar footsteps but did not turn around.

Jaune:Ruby, please talk to-

Ruby:He’s perfect. Their kid is perfect in every way. A little bit of Blake, a smidge of Yang; truly perfect. And innocent. All he did was grab my finger yet I could feel like I was making a connection that would last a lifetime. I haven’t felt like that since……

Jaune:Dustin…?

Ruby:I said we’d take it slow. That there’s no no need to rush. Picking up the pieces of our lives would come first and it’s been amazing to simply be with you again. But I think …I know there’s a hole in my heart. One that desperately wants to get back what I lost. Especially after seeing the way Yang and Blake looked today.

She turned around to face Jaune. Her entire body was silhouetted by the sun but he could clearly see the tears that glimmered from the light; and the silver eyes that finally found a way to crack through some of the darkness that clouded them.

Ruby:I want to be a mom. To hold a child and make that same promise to them. I know it’s selfish b-

Jaune:Ruby, I’ve been wanting another chance at fatherhood for months now.

Ruby:What?

Jaune:Is that surprising? Having kids with you was my dream in the first place. I never brought it up though because I didn’t want to be the reason you got hurt again or put pressure on the topic. Being with you was enough for me too.

He got closer and took both of her hands into his. Interlocking their fingers and pressing his forehead against hers.

Jaune:We take each step together when ready, right? Don’t hold your feelings back against me. If you’re ready to take that leap of faith again then you have me right beside you.

Ruby:We should have a serious talk about sparing each other’s feelings. We’re going to give each other unnecessary anxiety otherwise.

Jaune:Hehe, that’s not good.

Ruby:Being calm for nine months sounds like an impossible task.

Jaune:Don’t worry, you’ll have tons of sweatpants to get you through it.

Ruby:Oh gods I forgot about those things. I can feel my figure fading away.

Jaune:Having second thoughts?

Ruby:No way.

Ruby stands on her toes and gives Jaune a warm kiss. Finally his hands separate from Ruby’s so he can wipe her tears away. The two walk back inside to let the others know they’re okay and celebrate the birth of the newest addition to the team. There would be plenty of time to be affectionate later.

For the rest of their vacation time, sleeping wasn’t really on the schedule. Just a fire inside of them that burned like never before. Until…

xxxx

Jaune:.....Well?

Ruby:*holding a pregnancy test* Maybe this time. At this rate I might as well invest stock in these th-

“+”

Ruby:*blushing* Hehehe, well then, I guess now comes the tough part.

Jaune:*rubs her stomach* Together...

Ruby:*smile* Together...

Part 12

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a-lonely-tatertot · 4 years

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Linhella drabble

This is my first writing piece on here so here ya go! This is my first contrabution to Pride Month and will probably have more before the month’s out!

Shit, shit, shit, I thought. I could feel my insides burning, I could barely concentrate on what I was doing. Running, that was it, feet pounding, heart trying to break out of my chest, everything on fire. Nonononono, I couldn’t lose control, I couldn’t hurt anyone. Weaving in between trees, one thought, keep running. I could feel it pouring out of me, the fire getting brighter- hotter. If it wasn’t scorching hot, I would be crying. Sobbing probably, because I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I really didn’t, but I couldn’t protect them either. Barely registering it, I collapsed, hoping I was far enough away.

“Linh! Over here!” I heard a distant voice yell. Linh. No, not her, please no, I begged. I forced my eyes to open, my voice was too dry to speak. If I couldn’t stop her with words, hopefully, she would see that I couldn’t stop it. God if I hurt her- I stopped myself, squeezing my eyes shut. Don’t think. Don’t don’t don’t don’t- SPLASH! Szzzz. The sound of a dying fire. A flash of silver and black and blue. No! I wanted to scream, tell her to run. I didn’t want her to get hurt! But then her face came into my view and she looked so determined. My heart stopped for a second. Fucking emotions, I thought. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her hair was flying around her like a halo (I really didn’t need any more confirmation that she was a literal angel), she was fighting the fire with water. I knew at that point I wasn’t going to get her to go, the sheer look of determination in her face could’ve told me that, but the way she fought the fire around her, daring it to come near only to snuff it out showed it.

“Marella!” she yelled, weaving water through the flames drowning the fire. “Marella!”

“Linh!” the voice- Maruca called from behind me, “She’s over here!”

Great, more people to watch me have an epic mental breakdown and burn an entire fucking forest, exactly what I need, I thought bitterly. That was all I could do, sit there helplessly while my friends put out my fire because I couldn’t stop it. Fucking wonderful. Oh, and my crush looks hot as hell, just add it to the three-page long list of problems in my life. Linh’s eyes scanned what was remaining of the fires and finally landed on me. Her eyes widened and she started running towards me. Oh hey, my heart skipped like three beats this time. A wave of weariness washed over me. My eyelids started to get heavier. The edges of my vision blurred and the last thing I saw before the world went dark was Linh’s smile and teary eyes.

I woke up in the Healing Center at Foxfire. I sat up so fast my vision blurred for a moment but it didn’t matter. “Where’s Linh?” I half-shouted glancing around the room.

“Good morning to you too,” Elwin said from the door to his office. I raised my eyebrow and gave him my best I’m-tired-and-done look. He sighed. “She left for the bathroom a minute ago after I finally convinced her to go. She’s been here the entire time you were out,” he explained. My heart did this weird summersault-backflip-handstand routine at the thought of her staying. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I went to get up- and crumbled to the ground as soon as I put my weight on my legs.

“What the-” I muttered sitting on the floor.

“Standing might not be the best-” Elwin started when the door burst open and Linh ran to my side immediately fussing over me.

“You idiot,” she said hugging me, “I thought you were gonna get hurt or worse and you looked so tired when I brought you back here and why did you try to stand-”

“Linh,” I whispered wrapping my arms around her. “I’m okay. I can’t be hurt by fire.” She always seemed to forget that, quite honestly it was adorable. Finally, she pulled away and helped me up. I glanced over her shoulder to see Elwin give me a small smile before disappearing back into his office. Wow, thanks for leaving me alone with the extremely cute girl that won’t stop fussing over me very helpful, I mentally cursed him.

After a lot of “I’m okay”s and fighting to not blush I got Linh to calm down and sit next to me. She was silent for a while, staring at a tile on the floor studying every part of it. At first, it was nice, the silence, but then it felt heavy, daunting like it was a void of all the things we didn’t want to talk about. Trust me, that would be a big void. I found myself staring at her, not for the first time, definitely not for the last. I was trying to decide if I liked the silver tips of her hair or the sheer beauty of her eyes more when I realized she was looking back at me. For the ten hundredth time, I fought down the heat that desperately wanted to rise to my cheeks and glanced away fixing my eyes on the tile like it held the secrets of the universe. “Marella,” Linh said softly, god why did my name have to sound so good on her lips? I thought desperately, before trying to stop myself from thinking about her lips. “Marella,” she said again, she was grabbing my face gently making me look at her. If she was anyone else I would’ve told her not to touch my hair. And yet I was sitting there, at a loss for words, staring at her bright imploring eyes.

“Yes?” I said weakly. I noticed how close we were. Her knee was brushing mine, our faces only a few inches apart, her hands in my hair. I was a bisexual mess.

“Can-” she paused, looking suddenly nervous. She took her hands off my face and hair and I was sad at the loss of warmth. Linh quickly glanced away from my face and back before talking again. “Can I tell you something?”

I was suddenly nervous too, well more nervous. I didn’t let myself think about what she could be worried about, that was a hope that I couldn’t bear to have. Her hands were moving in her lap and I reached out to hold them still. “You can tell me anything,” I said quietly, hoping that there was some shred of confidence in my voice. Linh smiled briefly, it was small but dazzling.

“I-” she closed her eyes for a beat, “I like you.” And suddenly everything was loud, very loud. I didn’t register that I stopped breathing, I didn’t notice that Linh had taken her hands out of my grasp. I just sat there, frozen. A million different apologize tumbled out of her mouth, she was shaking her head. Why was she shaking her head? Why was she apologizing? Without thinking (my brain had short-circuited as soon as she said those words), without hesitating, I grabbed her face, it was wet, I think she was crying and kissed her. Linh gasped as my lips crashed on to hers, but she kissed me back and the world seemed to be so bright. Her lips was soft and I tried not to think about how chapped mine were. Linh’s hands found their way into my hair again and I really really didn’t want to stop. But yet human necessities, like air and the need to breathe, sometimes get in the way of what you want. I slowly broke the kiss and not opening my eyes, I leaned my forehead against hers. We sat there, trying to slow our breaths for a minute.

“So…” Linh whispered breaking the silence. She was looking at me with this look in her eyes. I couldn’t tell what it was, fondness? Surprise? Happiness? Maybe a mix. At once everything that had happened came crashing down on me. I kissed her, and I didn’t ask.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I didn’t even ask- I couldn’t think so I just-” I was cut off my Linh’s soft lips on mine. I melted into it. She pulled back after a second with a huge grin.

“Marella will you be my girlfriend?” she asked.

“I’m sorry was the kissing not enough for a yes?” I said laughing.

After a few last-minute checkups, I was clear to go. Linh grabbed my hand (she really liked holding my hand) and practically dragged me out the door. I took one last glance at Elwin who gave me a small thumbs-up before letting my girlfriend drag me off to where ever she wanted.

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1473 words, like I said I’m going to be posting more stuff like this and if you want to you can send me a kotlc ship and a prompt! Also I have this hc that Elwin has started shipping the kids that end up in his office. (I’m only doing kotlc stuff right now to make it easier!)

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Here is my story.

Most stories tend to start with things being normal, however, for this one, it is honestly a clusterfuck of bullshit with a little bit of normalcy thrown in to give me the illusion of stability. Even when I was only nine, I remember fun and family activities were never really with just her and us- it was always with somebody else there to motivate her. I sort of had to raise Katie and Kylie on my own at some points. She took care of us technically speaking; she didn’t starve us or anything, she just wasn’t available for the emotional side of being a parent. The parts that kids grow up to remember, unfortunately for us.

One of the best examples of her neglectful care for us was around that time... Me being around age… eight? Nine? It all blurs together at some points, but the point is I was young.

My mom always takes naps, they last a whole ten minutes sometimes, but she’s always tired, maybe she’s sick. Whenever she’s sleeping, she says I get to play house with my sisters and pretend I’m the mom. My favorite is when she drives to the store for candy for us because then I make the rules for extra long. I get to make them lunch and play outside. Sometimes she lets me read them stories before their nap time, which is mommy’s relaxing time, so I get the whole rest of the house to myself. I get to make all the rules, dad never lets me do that. He doesn’t know, mommy said it’s our secret. I hate when she doesn’t get her naps in because then she’s grumpy. She went away for a whole week and she hasn’t taken a nap or been grumpy since she got back, maybe the doctors did surgery and fixed her. She’s even taking us to the park while dad’s at work tomorrow.

It’s been a week now, mommy was going to take us swimming but she said her head hurt too much, and the next day we were supposed to play in the woods but she needed to take a nap, and it was almost time for dinner when she woke up. Dad couldn’t know she was napping again, or he’d make her go away for a long time she said. She tells me I’m a good secret keeper. Maybe tomorrow she will let us go swimming.

Mommy’s been back home for two weeks and her medicine already stopped working, I wish it worked for longer cause I miss when mommy was fun. Mommy loves when I play house with my little sisters, but sometimes I get tired of it. I have to listen to her anyway. She’s better than dad because she doesn’t have any stupid rules. All dad ever does is work, we only get to play with him for a little bit after work and on the weekends.

It wasn’t something that stopped, her shitty “parenting” if you can even call it that, never improved. I was 12 years old popping Klonopin like candy, with her permission of course. Not only was she okay with me taking drugs, but she also fueled my addiction with her prescription. At least she was generous with her pills, however, she had plenty enough to share. She got a script of 90 a month from one doctor and 60 a month from another. She was good at pretending to have illnesses for drugs, and trust me, it’s extremely escalated since then. I don’t know who else she gave them away to, but when she ran out she always found a way to get more. Pills were more important to her than us having new clothes, and undergarments. She cared more about pills than saving money to do fun stuff with my sisters and me. She only ever wanted to be high, and she was so good at hiding it. She had our whole family fooled for years. She lived and still does live a life of lies. She sucks the life out of everyone she’s near. She sucked the life out of me. She had me becoming friends with kids who dealt drugs, It was a messy situation all around, I hung around people much older than me, I did drugs with men almost twice my age, however, usually Nicole was around for that part. At least she didn’t leave me alone with strange men, before the age of 13, I guess that was the cut-off. She decided I was mature enough, old enough, to hang out with men 8 years older than me. Luckily I had someone to protect me. Anthony tried to at least, to help me become my best. He wasn’t much better off than me in regards to a mother and he had a terrible drug problem. We experienced the same things in different ways. It felt like everything I went through, he did before me. Our lives were nowhere near identical. He grew up with his grandfather who fucked him out of his childhood, quite literally. I was addicted to Xanax, but that was nowhere near strong enough for his need to forget. Heroin was his kryptonite, he couldn’t get enough of it, but no matter how high he was, or how dope sick he was because he couldn’t find any, he made sure I was okay, he told me he loved me. Every day, that was the first thing I would hear him say. Our entire lives were straight ahead of us. He was poetic and artistic, and everything he said to me sounded like a quote from a book. He wanted his story heard, and he wanted me to be the one to hear it. It feels like I’m now responsible for telling the world. He never wanted anyone to know him, just who he was. He wasn’t all happy, and nice, he was a total asshole sometimes, I’m not sure that he was even aware. The love we had was one I’ll never forget though.

I’ve dropped my bottle and there’s broken glass on the ground now. I guess that’s what I get for being lost in these thoughts. It cut my leg but I can’t feel it. The glass reminds me of him. It reminds me of the night all of us got drunk and they were smashing glass bottles on the concrete. He screams “whoever runs through it gets $20 and this” as he’s holding a ½ empty bottle of rum. And some other guy told him he’d give home $100.00 to do it. So he runs through the things, falls, and has glass stuck from his feet to his knees. I’ll never forget that smell, blood, and vodka. I spent damn near two hours pulling glass out of his legs and feet and bandaging them up.

July Summer 2017

Today had to have been the best day of my life. Anthony took me to our spot, and we talked for hours, about nothing and everything, as always. We’re getting sober together. We’re going to do it. We promised. Today marks 1 day clean. Weed is an exception because fuck quitting that. I would do anything to make this man happy. I’ve known for a long time that he loves me, but today made me realize how much I truly love him too. I’m happy with him. My life is chaotic right now, but he’s my calm. He’s my peace. I can’t wait for the day we never have to leave each other again.

August 11 summer 2017

We’ve been sober for a month today. I want to go to this back to school party but Anthony is being a little bitch about it. I’ll convince him to go.

August 12 summer 2017

He died. On purpose. I made him go to the party and he overdosed. I thought he was just drunk. We cuddled on the porch swing until he fell over into my lap. He laid in my lap for 20 minutes before I knew. He had no pulse. He left a note in my back pocket. I can’t bring myself to look at it. I want to get rid of it.

My god damn room is a mess. Today marks 3 years since I lost the love of my life. I'm already drunk and it’s only 10 a.m. and of course, I, the drug addict, would take pills on a day like today. He would be so disappointed, but it’s finally come the time I read his suicide note, it’s finally the day, I’ve worked up the courage, I can do it. I need to do it. I must lock my door again, I can’t have another interruption. The door could’ve become unlocked. It’s locked, I’ve re-locked it twice now. I never imagined sitting on my bed, reading his note, his last words, whilst I’m a high and drunk mess. You’ll have that though, one of the greatest things Nicole ever taught me was to mask my feelings with drugs. I owe it to him. To read his last words. His voice still deserves to be heard.

Katrina,

I’m so sorry. I can’t keep doing this. I still kneel in the shower, and put my face down, letting the water puddle in my hands as if they could grow big enough to protect me from myself. The pain hits me randomly, it’s like I know I have lungs and I must be able to breathe, but I can’t, the air refuses to come. To this day, I get flashbacks, and I hate the feeling. It’s not normal. These are things you can’t forget. You want to rot because it’s better than being beat than being hurt. I have trouble believing anyone when they tell me they love me, but it’s easier with you. You told me I was your happiness and I gave you butterflies. My depression, my struggle, and my addiction gave you the determination to fight to make me happy. I’m sorry, but things are getting bad again. I should have never begun putting you through my pain. I don’t want help, I don’t want you to kill yourself fighting to save me, and I know you would if I didn’t stop you. You may not see it, and I doubt you will agree, but I’m doing what’s best. You have given me the greatest possible love, you have so much going for you, and you’re still so full of life, don’t lose that. Stay clean for me. I can’t fight anymore. Maybe that makes me a coward, but being a coward to the world is better than the pain that never leaves me, I’m tired of living in my hell. My eyes are full of tears writing this, and I can barely read. I owe my temporary feelings of joy to you. Anyone who knows me knows that if someone out there was going to save me, it would have been you. I can’t go on showering you in my pain, I can see the hurt in your eyes when you look at me. I hurt you because I’m so hurt I don’t know how to breathe anymore. If I die tonight, know that it’s for the best. Know that I haven’t truly been alive in a long time, that’s if I ever was at all. Don’t ruin yourself over me. Tell yourself what we had wasn’t real. Repeat to yourself that I never really loved you until you believe it. I treated you like a project, I manipulated you. Fool yourself into hating me. Because you’re going to see me in every single person. You’ll see some piece of me In everyone you meet. I know you, you’re going to look for me, whether you know you are or not, you’re going to seek me. If all of the words you said were true, you’re never going to give up looking for someone like me, you won’t find him. Find someone better. Find someone who fulfills you. You deserve a man who gives you the world even when he is falling apart. You deserve a love that doesn’t end, I want you to have those feelings again. I’m begging you not to look for me, I’m gone. I’m sorry that you’re never going to stop seeing pieces of me. Look for the good qualities, but I’m sure you’ll find the bad ones too. You’ll find my sense of humor in every funny movie, and all the chick flicks will remind you of our love. You’ll find my eyes in the face of a stranger and you’ll see my smile on little kids playing at the park. I’ll always be here for you whether I’m physically present or not. I was never sober. I told you I was because I knew if I got you started I could live with myself for leaving.

In reading this I thought I’d feel relieved, possibly ready to let the last of him go. But now I’m lost, more so than before. Now I’m angry, not with him, but with the world. You can’t hate someone for killing themselves, but you can hate the world for making them do it. You can hate the god or goddess or gods or goddesses you do or don’t believe in for letting it happen. I want to hate him, but I can’t because he’s not here, he took away my power to hate him, and so now I hate everything else. I hate everyone else. He wasn’t lying when he said I would see him in everyone. I see his good qualities somewhere in everyone, I see his bad qualities in every bad person but, I see him in everyone. It’s like when he died he became the universe, the universe swallowed him whole and he left a part of him in everyone. He picked who got his best qualities as if he knew I would find them. I do see his smile on the little kids playing at the park. I see his eyes in the only other man I’ve ever truly loved, they’re not the same, but the feelings in them are similar. I find his humor in every comedy. Sometimes I think maybe what he said was true, that he’d always be there for me whether physically present or not, because sometimes, on some of my worst days, I feel him. For just a minute, I can let myself pretend he isn’t gone. I can let myself pretend he never left this earth. Then my whole world comes crashing right back down. He swore to me he was sober. He promised. I think he only lied so I would be okay. I resent him for telling me to hate him. Because I can’t hate him, I want to so badly, but It’s impossible. Any pain he put me through was nothing compared to how he felt.

That's enough about him for now, as we're going to have to re-open that discussion later. Peach vodka sounds fantastic right now, I'll have a whipped pinnacle and peach smoothie. I could not have possibly made it any stronger than it is. Thank god for mind-altering substances, because quite frankly, I would be dead without them.

Nicole, if you're reading this, how did you do what you did? How were you content with yourself in the way you raised my sisters and me? Did you plan it all, or did you just go with the flow and lie when necessary? You never left a bruise, hell, you never even hit us. You scarred us permanently though, my sisters may not see it yet, but I do. Instead of giving us scars that would heal physically and show your crimes, you gave us invisible ones. The ones that people will deny us having for the rest of our lives. The ones that will always haunt us when we see you. You gave us scars that we can't get covered up with a pretty tattoo. You may not have hurt them as badly as me, but they don't deserve your games. I don't want them to experience even half of what I did.

Her games have left me empty, shallow, broken, and confused. I'm not confused about what she did or who she is, I'm confused about why. Why wasn't I good enough to deserve her love and compassion? What did I do so wrong? Why was I the one chosen to take on her role and try to fix my own life, and protect myself from someone who was supposed to protect and love me? I was forced to grow up so she could go backward. She wanted to live vicariously through me as if she wanted to become me. Everything I did, she did too. All the drugs I did, she just had to try, sometimes do them with me. Nothing was too far for her. She never told my dad though, "don't let your father find out" she would constantly imbed that into my head, it got to the point where I had become two people. One for my mother and one for my father. I remember breaking down one day, crying to myself because I felt like no one knew me and I didn't know who I was, and it was at that moment that I lost my sense of self. I'll probably never know who I am, or why. I have no clue who I want to be. I don't know how to become someone for myself, I've learned to feel as if I must adapt to everyone else.

Nicole told me everything and I mean everything. You may think, "oh that's not so bad, she's being open." Perhaps there are some things you should never tell your children. Some people should never be parents.

She loved to tell me how she was going to be so lost and sad when her "babies"(children all over the age of 10) leave her(by this she meant to grow up and go to school). How she liked sleeping around with all kinds of different men because it was fun and she was good at manipulating them. She told me about her sexual experiences and I wish she wouldn't have sometimes. She told me all kinds of things about her sex life, even asked for my commentary on the experience. Then later she changed many of her stories and said she was raped which had made me feel responsible if that's what had happened because I knew so maybe I should have known. She told me about the men she was dating and even introduced me to some, made sure I knew them well. Her 38-year-old boyfriend talked dirty to me, and the 36-year-old boyfriend did drugs with me, while we were living with him. He was a big mess, but not abusive. However, as soon as she got tired of him she claimed he beat her. She claimed he was abusive so that everyone would pity her. But, she was a liar. He never hurt her. I would have seen it, I would have known. Once again, she had made me question my entire life.

I know about everyone she hates though there aren't many. Now whether it was authentic or a horrible attempt at making me feel sympathy for her, I truly didn't know. I hate knowing everything and having been forced to be her diary, being forced to let her live through me, but she changed me to be what her idea of a kid was. It wasn't a kid at all. She refused to fix any of her problems, no matter how hard I tried to help her, she just wanted to be responsibility-free forever, and I got in the way of that, so she made me her excuse to act like a child. She forced herself to puke and bragged about it. Talking about how much weight she could lose and how quickly. It gave me my sort of eating disorder of feeling strong or like I achieved something by how much I was able to puke up. Still to this day, it's some stupid competition in my head. Drugs are her favorite, they were then too. At Least then it was just Benzos, weed, and hallucinogens. I was the only one who knew, that was stressful, keeping that secret. She constantly made me be someone I wasn't, and she forced me to be someone else for my dad. But I never did know who I was. There was "party secret keeper" me and there was "the most innocent child to exist" me, but I never knew who "me" was without being forced to put on an act one way or another.

chapter 3: The worst of you.

You broke my heart, but I should have known it was coming. It was too often that I looked into your pretty green-blue ocean eyes just to find them glazed over in a drug-induced haze. The last month with you made up for the years of torture. The torture of not knowing where you were or who you were with. Watching you burst into nothing but rage because you couldn’t find your next fix. I never wanted anything but to save you. And when you offered to be sober so long as I was, of course, I took you upon it. I thought you meant it, though I always had my doubts. 3 am is when most of our story was told. You called me every morning at 3, without a doubt, I could always expect that.

July 21st, 2017.

Time 3:00 am

I wake up in your arms and lay there silently as I’m sure you dream peaceful dreams that match the calm state of your face, I still see the shadow of mental exhaustion under your eyes. I breathe slowly, as to not disrupt your sweet dreams. I love you.

July 22nd, 2017

Time 3:00 am

You open your beautiful ocean blue-green eyes to start the beginning of your new adventure. Our fingers intertwined, our eyes locked as if we couldn’t look away. I couldn't ask for a better feeling. I love you.

July 23rd, 2017

Time 3:00 am

The scent of chocolate fills the room. It happens to be your favorite drink, surprisingly, hot chocolate, a drink no one would expect someone like you to like. A half-smile spreads across your face, the smile that tells me at this moment you’re happy. I love you.

July 24th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

I hold you close, but maybe not close enough, feeling the warmth and comfort of your body against mine made me happy though. You make me feel complete. I love you.

July 25th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

You wake me up with a small forehead kiss. You seem to be happy today. That makes me smile. I love you.

July 26th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

The ring sits perfectly on my finger. With it, I promise you I’ll be okay, and I’ll follow our dreams. You have to leave soon, but I don't want you to leave. I never do. I love you.

August 5th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

You're restlessly tossing and turning, I’m sure you haven't slept yet, you’re still withdrawing. I lean over and put my arm across you and place my body against yours. I worry because I wake up to the sound of you crying every time we sleep together. I try to pull you into me and you rest your head on my chest and quietly sob, pretending you’re just sleeping so I won’t notice. You’re stuck in this terrible life. I’m sorry. I love you.

August 6th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

Laying on the couch. I could see you staring at the wall, I felt you caressing my hand, softly. You kiss my cheek softly and then give me a warm smile. I see the pain in your eyes. It shatters my soul more every single second I look at you. You have to leave again soon. I want you to stay with me. I love you.

August 7th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

You look like you've been crying for hours. I'm afraid you’re not okay again. I know you won’t tell me. I love you

August 8th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

you tell me that you don't want to get out of bed today. You tell me that you love me and that you're gonna be okay. I should know better but I believe you because I want to. I love you.

August 9th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

You look like you’re on drugs again, but you won’t tell me that. Your face is pale and you’re always shivering. I love you.

August 10th, 2017

Time 3:00 am

I have yet to see you smile. You look at me over video chat and I know that you're fighting it, you can’t wait to congratulate me on one month of sobriety, and I can’t wait to congratulate you. In-person. Your kisses are always soft but lately, they have a chill to them. The warmth from you has disappeared, I’m worried that you want drugs again. You told me “I’ll always be here for you whether I’m physically present or not.” That makes me feel better. Maybe a party will cheer you up, I have a surprise planned for you tonight. I love you.

August 11, 2017

Time 6:00 am

You died at 1:53 am

I tried to wake you up but you don't stir. The party went silent. The pain in my chest is excruciating. I shook you and your rubber-banded bag fell to the floor. I hugged you harder as if it could bring you back. There is nothing I could do but cry. 15 minutes later I dialed 9-1-1 but I couldn’t speak, I cried so hard that no sound could even come out anymore. The sobs were so quiet they were loud. The ambulance got there, they put you on a stretcher. At first, I refused to let go of you, holding onto your hand, hugging your body with mine as if I could give you the life in me. It was so cold. D.O.A. I love you... The bed feels empty with you gone. The couch feels too big without you next to me. And the porch swing looks like a grave. I can’t go to the party house anymore. My hands feel cold without yours in them. I cried all night. The tears stopped coming out after a while, but I still sobbed. Your scent fills my nose and I cry more. I could have saved you. I'm empty without you. I should have known better. Your last words haunt me. I’m not sober anymore, I’m sorry. The note you left, I don’t think I can ever read it. I love you.

August 3rd, 2018

Time 3:00 am

I had a dream about you. You looked so happy, your wings matched your darkness. But Seeing your smile, your real one, made me feel good, so good that you are no longer only a dark spot in my memory.

August 5th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

I made your favorite, hot chocolate, and a bacon peanut butter sandwich. I wish you had a grave, but they turned you to ash and put you god knows where. Even though you aren't here, the universe still reminds me of you. Even though I know you won't be waking up this time. I love you.

August 10th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

I went to our spot today. I cried when I got home, I hurt so bad. I miss you more than anything. I love you. It's almost been a year.

August 11th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

The first anniversary of losing you. I refuse to accept that you’re gone. Just tell me you’re coming for me. Tell me you’re in some 3rd world country just hiding out like we always talked about, and you’re gonna come find me when I’m 18. I want this to all be a bad dream.

August 12th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

It's getting too hard to sleep. I slept in one of your t-shirts. It smelled just like your favorite cologne. I held it just like I would have held you. I love you. I miss you.

August 13th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

Your mom called to make sure I was okay, your parents are back in New England now. They miss you, it hurt to hear her cry. I guess she did love you in her way. I love you.

August 14th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

I'm going crazy without you. This isn’t allowed to be real. I miss you. I miss your smell. I want you back. I love you.

August 15th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

I visited our spot again yesterday. Remember what you told me? “I’ll always be here for you whether I’m physically present or not”. Those words haunt me, you spoke them the day before left me forever. I should have known. I wish I knew. Maybe then I could have saved you. I love you.

August 16th, 2018

Time 3:00 am

I can't stand being without you anymore. I love you.

August 11th, 2019

Time 3:00 am

It’s been two years. I miss you more than I ever thought was humanly possible. Please come back. I think I’m in love again. It scares me, but I know you’d like him.

August 12th, 2019

Time 3:00 am

No one gets that you weren’t the best thing in the universe, that you were an asshole sometimes, you weren’t always a good person. But you were good. You made life something more than it was and you showed me who I could be. You showed me who I am, in your own fucked up way that included you dying. And for that, I owe you.

August 3rd, 2020

Time 3:00 am

I've finally read the note you left me. I read it over and over. I’m crying so much writing this I can’t even see. Come back. I miss you. I love you.

August 5th, 2020

Time 3:00 am

Why did you have to go and do that? This all must be a fucking joke. I love you.

August 8th, 2020

Time 3:00 am

The day that marks 3 years since you left me is coming up quickly. I don’t want it to come. I don’t want it to happen. I don’t want to accept this. I miss our talks at our spot. I love you.

August 11th, 2020

Time 1:53 am

It’s been 3 years. Today is terrible. Come back. I love you.

I guess your anger is just as much a part of your story as your love. You loved me, that much everyone who knew you knew, but you had a funny way of showing it sometimes. The drugs clouded your memory, or at least you wanted me to think they did. Like the time you shot at someone who stole off of you. Your excuse was being high, but not until you knew how much it scared me. I’m not sure what you thought would happen had you shot him, but I don’t think you cared regardless. Maybe you always knew what you were doing, and you were too tired to control yourself. No matter what, a part of me will always be infatuated with you and a piece of my heart will always belong to you. Our story is one I can never forget, but as time goes on I see more flaws, I find more wrongdoings, and I learn to love you less.

Chapter 4

How have we gotten to this point? I woke up today in a great mood, but of course, Nicole couldn’t allow that. It’s been months since I spoke to her, but she’s pinned my best friend and his mother against me. She and her so-called husband say I told them I was going to turn them in. My best friend who deals drugs, and his mother who condones it and takes part. I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you, friends, with these people? Quite frankly, I don’t know, I guess I always have been. My best friend, Aaron, was the first guy I ever had a crush on. He was the only person who showed up to my 13th birthday party and he never did me wrong. He took my weed virginity, and he stuck up for me. He didn’t let kids bully me, though they sure tried. He didn’t back down, sometimes it felt like he was the only person on my side. If it weren’t for him my middle school experience would not have been nearly as mediocre as it was. At some points in life, he was all I had, and still, to this day, I can go to him with whatever and he does his best to help. Though, ever since Nicole started her bullshit and I told the police about her abuse, she has been trying to sway him to take her side. She’s good at doing that, she knows how to manipulate just about anyone. She had our entire family fooled for years, had them convinced she wasn’t a terrible person or on drugs.

I guess now is a good time to bring up Josh, the man who took my virginity, if you want to put it that nicely. By that I mean the 19-year-old who forcibly had sex with 13-year-old me, whilst I was high on pills in Victoria’s closet. Victoria was my BFF, we did everything together, mostly drugs. Sometimes random friends of friends would stay at her house, and one time we made a huge mistake. I still remember the feeling, being dragged from bed and onto the ground, through the closet doors. I can still hear how loud the sliding door shut. I remember how it felt, my clothes being ripped off of me, sloppily and just good enough for him to get to where he wanted. He clasped his hand around my throat to keep me pinned down as if I wasn’t already paralyzed by the pills he offered me. Surely I took them, I was too high to know better. I didn’t feel anything, but that was the torture of it. I knew what was happening, and I was unable to stop it. My body was motionless, but he got off on it. His evil grin and cold eyes are permanently ingrained in my brain, I’ll never forget his face because that’s all I could look at. I’ll never forget it because I’m forced to remember. Good thing I never felt it, I’m sure that would be a whole other nightmare. I’m sure you’re wondering how this relates to Nicole, but let me tell you, I told her about the invasion of my body, and she doubted me. I told her what happened and she told me I was wrong. She told me I wasn’t that high, I could have stopped it if I didn’t want it. She told me I wanted it. I the 13-year-old, of course, believed my mom, only to figure out it was sexual assault 2 years later. Nicole of course did absolutely nothing, as per usual. She could have saved me that night. I called her, I wanted to go home because I didn’t feel safe and I thought I was too high, she came and saw me, she told all the people there I was fine, even went as far as saying I was faking it. Maybe she’s the reason I got raped that night, maybe he took my silence as consent because he thought I was sober. Maybe he was rough because he thought my silence meant I liked it. Maybe I only imagined saying stop, perhaps it never came out of my mouth. Or perhaps my pleas to stop convinced him to continue. How could I know anyways? I was in a drug-fueled haze, maybe I remember wrong and I never said stop. I guess that’s the downfall of getting high, you never know what happened. Everything is foggy and the details are blurry. It’s like trying to remember a dream after you wake up, you wonder what happened and the longer you’re awake the blurrier the memory gets. The longer you’re sober, the blurrier your high adventures become. Just because I’ve been thinking about this long enough to write it down, anxiety is jolting through my veins. It starts at the back of my throat, pushing its way up from the inside out, a sting that becomes so much more. The line between what is fear and what is real is becoming blurrier by the second. It feels as if my words are stuck in my throat, stopping me from screaming, from letting my feelings out. This is my brain's way of telling me my words aren’t worth much right now, quite frankly it’s not wrong. He tore my soul to pieces as my pleas ran through his mind as “convince me” “keep going” “I like it”. I can still see his cold, hungry eyes in my dreams sometimes. Imagining his face sends shivers down my spine as I continually play what he did to me over and over again as if something could change the more I think into it. He broke me, crushed my being, my soul, and outright stole my voice. I can’t possibly continue to look at myself in disgust over this man, because it is he who should rot, not me. I’m worth more than becoming the perfect victim, I choose to be a victor. Sometimes I don't think I can do it, my motivation is wanting to be further in life than anyone who has ever hurt me, and I'm already there.

Chapter 5: The Man Who Loved Me Once

The man who loved me once, the one who broke my heart into pieces. Leo tore me to pieces, but I thought I was in love with him. It took a month in a psychiatric facility to conclude that he never loved me. I was 15 with a 21-year-old man. He convinced me it was okay along with Nicole constantly praising me for it. “Damn haha you are just like me”

February 3rd, 2018

I told him to stop, I told him no. I told him I didn't want to do this. I begged and pleaded but that meant nothing to him. He didn't stop, he didn't understand “no”, my begs and pleads for him to stop rang through his ears as “convince me”. His right hand roamed my body, It made me shiver. His left hand went between covering my mouth to shut me up, and pushing me back up against the brick wall. He kissed my lips roughly to silence me, pushing me hard against the wall. His fingers scratched into my skin, making me squirm. I couldn't move much though, the pills he put in my drink prevented me from doing that, what a lovely redo of the last man who hurt me. This one at least did not do it with people around, though it was dark, we were in a public place. He called me baby girl and told me "I am going to fuck you so good". I showered 3 times today, and no one questioned it. I did not eat anything for a few days, and no one questioned it. Maybe you did not mean to hurt me, maybe you thought I liked it. I still love you.

February 27th, 2018

He hit me today, it's not the first time. Hell, it is not even the second or third time, honestly, I have lost count. He loves me. He apologized and then we cuddled and watched a movie. He will change, I know I can fix him. He never means to hurt me. He is a good man and people do not want to try to understand. I have to cover the bruises, good thing it is winter and I can wear a hoodie every day. He makes me sad but he does not mean it. He loves me and I know it.

March 15th, 2018

Today he took me to meet his parents. I had to lie and say I was 18. I pretended I was in college. He made me. He just did not want his parents to give him shit like they always do. He said it was fine that we had an age difference. I trust him, I would do anything for him. I love him.

March 28th, 2018

Today he tried to drown me. It was my fault. I remember passing out and waking up with no clothes. I guess he put them in the dryer because they were wet. He wasn't himself when he did it, I am sure there is just something going on mentally. I can fix him. I can help him. I know he loves me. I know he can get help, I want to help him.

April 3, 2018

I saw him today, our visit was cut short because Nicole wanted me to come home. She knows about him and me, she just missed me because I have been at friends’ houses and with Leo all week. He was pretty mean today, he grabbed me by the throat and I am beginning to think that he needs more help than I can give him. My throat is sore and it is bruised on the side. I will have to wear my hair down. He loves me so much that the pain is worth it. I do not want to lose him. The way he strokes my hair and holds me, while he is apologizing after he has done something that harmed me is so sweet. I love it when he buys me flowers and sometimes he is good for a while. The pain is worth it for the love.

April 8th, 2018

He raped me. He put a glass bottle inside of me, and my vagina bled. He got me drunk, and we started making out, then he fucked me, relentlessly, roughly. He bruised me. In between my legs. My dad picked me up, it was the worst experience of my life. I still love him and I do not want to anymore. I am being punished for it because Nicole will not tell my dad she knew everything. I am being punished for being raped. I am broken. I need help.

April 24th, 2018

I spent nearly a month in a psychiatric facility, it has helped me a lot. My roommate was awesome. I had a nurse in there, a youngish, beautiful, and kind African American woman, she is the reason I am still alive. I am so grateful to have met that woman and another one of the therapists there. It has helped me so incredibly much. I hate that I am still being punished for being raped because I was not, not allowed there. I had permission. I did not do anything without my mom's permission, yet she and my dad punished me for being raped. As in it was my fault. As if I did it to myself. How was I supposed to know any better with Nicole telling me it was okay? I have grown to hate my dad, I make sure he knows it and I feel no remorse for what I say. He sucks and I wish I was just with my mom. I still love Leo, but he never loved me, except once.

I have grown so much since then. I used to think so highly of Nicole. I thought it was awesome to have a mom that helps you sneak around and break rules. I thought so highly of her and I wanted to be exactly like her. I wanted to smoke and drink and be high all of the time because I thought it was so cool. I thought it was normal at that. I just could not realize that she was no good. My dad was the only one who wanted what was best for me, and still to this day he does. He was the one who saw how poorly I was doing and made an effort towards getting me better. He did not even know half of it and from the time he found out and forward, he gave me all of the acceptance and care and love I needed. I regret ever being so mean to him. I know you are wondering what the hell I said to him, so I will make a list.

-I hate you

-You are a terrible dad

-I will never speak to you again

-You are the reason I am so messed up

-I never want to see you again, you suck and I fucking hate you, don't you dare tell me to watch my mouth, you don't get to tell me what to do because you aren't my dad anymore {then I called him by his first name}

-I do not want you in my life

I hate myself for the things I said to my dad. He is one of the kindest, most caring, and genuinely good human beings I know. He does everything he can to make sure my sisters and I can have what we want. He has a job therefore a steady income. He gets us any reasonable thing we want. I am so lucky to have a dad like him because not everyone gets a good dad, I love my dad. He and I finally have an amazing father, daughter relationship and I feel so much better. I wish I never said those hurtful awful things to him, I wish that Nicole never ingrained my brain with lies about him making him seem bad. Now my sisters are saying very similar but even meaner hurtful things to my dad. He does so well for them and they hate him because Nicole is good at brainwashing.

Dad, if you are reading this, I want you to know, it was never your fault for anything that happened. You could not have known, Nicole manipulates well. I love you and you are an awesome dad.

My mind is in a muddle. I can not seem to think straight for some reason. Nicole manipulated me so much I question my trauma. she told my dad and me that I faked being raped so I would not be in trouble. When I went to the party, she said it was real for a while, until it was no longer convenient for her to use. "My poor baby, I feel so bad seeing my daughter shower 5 times a day". Then when it was not getting her attention anymore, she said I was lying.

I wish I knew what to do with the thoughts that are flooding my brain right now. Once you become happy, and you come to be at peace with yourself, you can be okay. However, your demons stick with you forever. Once an addict, always an addict, but that does not make you a bad person. It shows how strong you are when you get sober. Your demons follow you, but you can restrain them, you can imprison them and throw them into the back of your brain. That alone makes you a survivor. Being a victim of rape and having PTSD is just the same. It is hard to suppress the memories, and it is even harder to work through them, but it is possible, I know it is because I am doing it. Your demons follow you, you have to realize that they do not own you.

Nicole is part of the reason I am mentally ill. I hate her for that. I hate her for many things. I wish her the worst. However, I am not going to let her win. I do not hate her, I hate what she did, I hate the way she groomed me into her idea of a good daughter. I hate how she manipulated me into believing my dad was no good, and he drank too much and he ignored us on the weekends for shooting/hunting. I regret not letting my dad have a relationship with me for years. She is not winning this one. I hate everything she did, but I will leave it to someone else to hate her because I am sure other people do.

I have always been in love with Leo, but as time passes by, I realize that nothing he did was good or okay. He was only ever "nice" to manipulate me. I wish I had known then what I know now. I am slowly getting over him and trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts about him. He was like a drug, and I got addicted.

My current boyfriend is amazing, and I could not have asked for someone better.

Chapter 6: This Is Today

Hypomania can be nice, I was hypomanic for like a month, keyword fucking “was”. I’d like to clear the misconception that mania means you’re happy, it doesn’t. I can’t be confrontational right now because no matter what it’s about I’m approaching it like a fight even if you’re approaching it like a discussion. It’s one hell of a fucking high and if you’ve ever done hard drugs you know that it’s usually not good the whole time you’re on a binge after a week or so. You know it’s more intense the more you do and the less you can function. Mania is such an intense thing that it makes you feel like you are on drugs when you aren’t, and as someone who used to do a lot of them, that’s scary, because it brings back so many memories, and for me, that fuels the mania more, it is just feeding the fire. Okay, so imagine like a 2-month long drug binge or drinking (alcohol) binge with the given random withdrawals and mood swings, The comedowns, and the intense parts where you think you’re on top of the world and life could not possibly get better.. Okay? Now imagine having no control over when you feel like you’re coming down when you feel high or drunk when you feel hungover when you are high or drunk at all. Imagine 24/7 constant torture of not knowing what’s next. Don’t fucking romanticize mania, don’t romanticize this. Here I am, in my bathtub, with a bottle of cheap vodka that tastes more like the smell of hand sanitizer than any alcohol at all, and I’m on 2 bars of Xanax (I was coming up on a year sober). Here I am, hot water pouring onto my trembling body in hope that it will ease my trembling, it feels like I’ve been in here for days and it’s only been hours, yet all of my tears are gone. I’ve drained myself of tears and I can’t seem to cry anymore. It's just a dull sob, heavy breathing, shaky hands, a blotchy face, and a trembling body. You think my symptoms would be numbed but I feel like they’re more lifelike now. I feel trapped within them, as if they own me, just like he owned me. I wish I could say he never did but for a while there I was stuck in his abyss. I haven’t slept in way too fucking long. Yes, I am on meds, no they are not working. I’m talking to my psychiatrist as soon as I can. Last night and these past few hours(it’s 3:48 a.m.) have been terrible, I’ve been up talking and pacing and shaking and crying all night in utter paranoia full of what I'm self-aware enough to know are only delusions, going from laughter to crying excessively to panic attacks that feel like the end of the world, to pouring my heart out to a girl I’ve been friends with for a week and telling her all of my trauma(shout out to you dude thank you) to trying to buy fucking animals(specifically a monkey) off of the Internet. Even though I only collectively have $6.00. Mania is embarrassing yourself publicly or even just within your household and not fucking remembering what you did or how you did it or why. Mania is bad life choices and excessive cleaning and exhaustion and impulsivity, for example: “wanna get drunk” yeah I’m drunk rn but sure why not. “Wanna have sex?” Yeah okay “ I don’t have a condom” that’s cool just pull out or don’t I don’t care. Mania is hurting the people you love because they can see how lost you are and how broken you are and how you can’t see that you need help. Mania is researching, stalking, fucking obsessively trying to find your abuser/rapist on the internet because you’re curious as to how he’s doing. Mania is trying to convince everyone around you that you’re fine because you want to be fine because you don’t want it to happen again until you’re so not fine you can’t avoid it anymore. Sometimes you just get stuck in fucking mania and you can’t get out. Sometimes you get hypomanic and start a book then as it progresses into mania you write more and more *cough* me *cough*.

Life has never exactly been easy, and I’ve always had difficulties concluding that nothing that’s happened is my fault, and truly it is not. However, blaming myself has always been easier than blaming everyone else. In complete honesty, Nicole ruined so much of my life and damaged my psyche. The way I view the world will never be innocent, my innocence is gone and I’m not sure I could get it back if I tried to. How much of my life would have been different had I not been an addict? What if Nicole never was abusive? What if I was never raped? What if I did fewer drugs? What if I never told my dad about Nicole? I could go on with the questions, but that probably won’t get us anywhere. It’s funny to think of who I could have become. Maybe I would be a sheltered little bitch with no sense of humor or sense of self. Maybe I would still to this day be a drug addict. The what if’s don’t matter, because they are simply that, what if’s. They don’t mean anything, but my past means everything. I don’t hold grudges against anyone for anything, I try not to hate, but I do strongly dislike Nicole. I do wish she wasn’t such a raging bitch. I wish she could just stop being a piece of shit. I wish my life wasn’t destroyed, yet I am beyond thankful for how beautifully broken I am.

I'll have such loud intrusive thoughts that they feel like voices. It's like there are two people in my head sometimes 3 or 4, constantly talking over one other, and then me trying to get them to stop long enough for me to hear myself think. I will also have snippets of words, phrases, phantom sounds, or music. I begin to hear whole words, phrases, even random sounds, and parts of songs. Sometimes I don’t even know the songs. “Just shut up, no one likes you”

“do it anyway, don’t be a pussy��

“they’ll think you’re crazy, be careful who you tell”

“secret secret secret”

“stop thinking about him”

“don’t stop thinking about it”

I’m sure the thoughts, the voices I’m hearing don’t sound all that terrible, but they are. You’re probably wondering why I let them bother me.

Just imagine constantly hearing the same things over and over and over and instead of letting the voice become a redundant muttering, it becomes more meaningful every time you hear it. They become more hurtful. They become louder with every waking breath. This form of existence is painful. The world wants me to be the same thing I want to be, but I don’t know if this is even me.

I struggle a lot with that. It makes me feel like I led two lives and honestly you’re one of the only people who heard about a lot of my “high adventures” I’ll call them, and I do apologize for telling you about me doing drugs and stuff, you were too young to be hearing about that(you aren’t too young now). However, because I am an addict I’ve made a lot of mistakes. And I did drugs to cope with my existence and how secret I had to keep anything that had to do with Nicole.

The voices in my head won’t shut up. They scream and yell, and go in circles taking turns talking, seeing who can be the loudest. My head is constantly racing. There is constantly something going on in my head. I just want it all to stop. The only things to drown them out are drugs. Maybe I will start taking benzos again, that calmed them last time.

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Offering, One shot

WARNINGS: Kinda dub con. And for the record, I’ve used the age 16 because that’s the age limit here. If that makes you uncomfortable DON’T READ IT! Don’t come complaining/arguing to me.

Thank you for the prompt! Hope you like it.

I would like to go back in time when a village offers a young virgin girl to Loki for protection. She felt attraction to him from her very young age, so, she is aware of the great honor that fell upon her. She would be waiting for this in her entire life. They prepared her for this role, she knows that after the ritual she is to obey her new Lord but she doesn’t mind it at all. She was a loyal devotee of him in her entire life, so, she is willing but nervous. Loki takes her not entirely with a carful manner, in a rather hard way. He is a God after all. The girl was prepared for this and she is happy to be chosen for him.

For hundreds of years the small village was under the protection of Loki, God of mischief and lies.

Loki fended off any attacks, whether from wild animals or people. It hadn’t taken long for word to get around and soon the village became very peaceful.

He lived in a mansion on top of a hill that overlooked the working village. He only frequented said village once a year, to collect what he was due in return for protection.

What was he due?

Virgins.

Every year he came down to make peace. Usually with a small speech he’d prepared, then the villagers would erupt into cheers and applause for their protector. But there was also screams. Screams from the poor girl that was to be given to Loki.

The girls always knew of their fate from a young age, if their birthday landed on or just before the date he would come down, they would be chosen. And they almost always put up a fight, begged for someone else to be chosen.

But not this year.

This year, it was me that was being offered to him.

I didn’t sleep at all the previous night. Too scared, excited, nervous… all the emotions mixed into one.

I knew this day was coming, as soon as I was old enough to know about what Loki did and why, I was told of my fate that would happen when I turned sixteen.

When I had my first period, I was given strict instructions from my parents about never allowing another man to touch me.

But everyone in the village knew of my fate, so it wasn’t like I had to fend anyone off. Even when my breasts started filling out more, I didn’t have to worry. Because I, along with everyone else, knew of who was to take my virginity.

Unlike the other virgins that were sacrificed to Loki, I was embracing my fate with open arms. I felt honoured that I was chosen, lucky enough that my birthday landed when it did.

I think Loki knew it too. I remembered last year when he arrived to take the virgin, I was extremely jealous when I watched her go off with him. But he had looked at me, and it had felt like he was seeing into my very soul. Then he’d given me a smirk before turning his attentions on his sacrifice that year.

As usual, she was dragged away by him, screaming and kicking. The stupid bitches didn’t know how lucky they were, getting this great honour bestowed upon them.

I wasn’t going to lie, I was scared. Because I knew it was going to hurt, or so I’d been told anyway. And he was a God, one who you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of. But I’d accepted this was what I was put on the Earth to do… to be a sex slave for Loki for a year. It was my purpose. To help protect the village.

I opened my wardrobe and saw the dress hanging there. The pure white, lace dress. I had only worn it the once about a month ago to make sure that it fit well. I knew the rules that Loki preferred, no underwear. The dress only and white flat shoes to match.

Once I was dressed, I went to my dresser and picked up an emerald green necklace. I’d found it at market a few years ago and begged my parents to buy it for me. It reminded me of Loki. It wasn’t a secret that green was his colour.

I knew that we weren’t supposed to wear anything else, but I put it on anyway. Because hopefully it would help symbolise that I knew my place with him.

I was just taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I knew when I returned in a years’ time that I wouldn’t be the same girl as when I left. I jumped when there was a knock on my door.

‘Are you ready? We need to go now, sweetheart.’ My mother called in through the door.

‘I’ll meet you out there. I’m just brushing my hair.’ I called back through to her, then I heard her go downstairs.

I knew that they weren’t worried about me trying to run away. They knew I was happy with my fate. Unlike a girl a few years ago, who tried to make an escape by climbing out of her window right before Loki was due to arrive. She had started to run from the village, but Loki captured her. I think he enjoyed the thrill of the chase, as he didn’t seem angry with the rest of the villagers for allowing it to happen.

Taking a deep breath, I left my room and went out into the street. All of the villagers had already gathered by the church in the centre of the village. As I walked there, everyone started whispering and some weren’t happy with the necklace I was wearing, claiming I would make him angry for wearing something else that I wasn’t supposed to.

When I reached the church gates, I turned and looked at the crowds. That made me feel even more nervous, I was visibly shaking when my parents came up to me and gave me a hug. None of them said anything, but I knew they loved me.

All the whispering was silenced in an instant, you could’ve heard a pin drop it was that quiet. I looked and saw Loki walking up the street, straight towards me. His cape flowed out behind him while he walked with large, purpose-filled strides.

My shaking worsened with every step he took. But deep inside of me, there was excitement too. When he was just a few feet away, I saw the mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk spread across his face.

My parents moved away from me, so it was just me when Loki stepped up right into my space. Right on front of me, towering over my tiny frame in comparison. I’d never been this close to him, it was already making my breathing difficult. Knowing this man, this God, was going to take me in every way possible a man could…

He reached out and hooked my chin with one of his long fingers, tilting my head up so I was to meet his eyes.

‘Well, aren’t you a cute little thing.’ He purred, eyeing me up and down. ‘And it’s nice to finally have one that isn’t running away or fighting. You know your fate, like a good girl.’

I basked in his praise, knowing it was the best I could ever receive. I felt a delightful shiver run through my entire body.

Loki turned to stand beside me, his hand came up to rest on the back of my neck, underneath my hair. He squeezed, not enough to hurt, enough to let me know that he was very much in charge.

‘Once again, you have all pleased me. I shall continue to protect over you all, and I thank you for this gift. Which I know I shall enjoy very much.’ He looked down at me again, I couldn’t look at him, I just looked straight ahead of me while everyone cheered in joy.

Then I knew what was to happen next. He turned to face me and I did the same. He touched my shoulder gently, giving me the silent signal. I slowly went down to my knees on front of him and bent right over to kiss each of his boot in turn.

‘Thank you… My Lord. For choosing and accepting me. I devote myself, body and soul to you. To use me as you wish. I will not disobey nor disrespect My Lord. I am grateful for this opportunity. And I thank you for wanting to use my body for your pleasure, for that’s my sole purpose for being on this Earth. To serve you.’ My voice was slightly shaky, but I had recited the words over and over for years, so it was like breathing to me.

Loki was slightly surprised with the truth in my voice while I spoke, and that I remembered it all off by heart. As previously, the girls had all been reluctant to say it and had to be told to repeat after someone. Being forced to recite it.

‘Rise, pet. Let us go.’ Loki said firmly.

I got up to my feet and quickly brushed the dirt off my knees, the bottom of my white dress was slightly dusty. But that was to be expected.

Before we set off, he reached out and took hold of the necklace I was wearing. He narrowed his eyes at me, I felt my stomach flip thinking I was in trouble, but to my relief his smile widened.

‘This pleases me.’ He growled low, hunger visible in his eyes.

I walked behind him down the main street, to the edge of the village where there was a horse and carriage waiting to take us up the hill to his mansion. I sat opposite him in the small carriage and he eyed me up like his next meal.

‘Let me see your gift to me.’ He demanded, his tone low.

I pulled my dress up around my waist and spread my legs open so he could see. I felt my cheeks burning bright red, and a flush crept up over my chest.

His eyes felt like they were burning into me down there. He hummed in approval and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. I had been freshly waxed down there that morning, just for him. As I’d been told to do.

Then he surprised me. ‘Come here.’ He patted his thigh.

I didn’t disobey, no matter how thrown off I was. I hadn’t been told about this happening. I moved over and sat on his lap, I could feel his bulge press up against me. Making me feel a little scared for what was to come. He was huge, I knew he was. And I wasn’t. I was really small.

His large and powerful hand forced its way between my legs and he touched me there. I was a little aroused, he purred when he felt my wetness. But it still didn’t prepare me for when he roughly thrust two fingers straight up there, inside me. I let out a yelp and my body tried to move away, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged hard.

‘Keep still.’ He warned.

I did. Even though it was difficult, I stayed still on his lap while his fingers pushed up into me. It hurt, his fingers were long and it was really uncomfortable as he wiggled them about.

‘Mmm, just wanted to check you are indeed a virgin still.’ He chuckled darkly and pressed a kiss to my head, that confused me.

He removed his fingers and there was a small bit of blood, which was no wonder really because of the force he’d used. He pressed his fingers to my lips.

‘Clean my fingers, pet.’ His eyes darkened when I parted my lips and flicked my tongue across his digits, cleaning them. I felt revolted at the taste of myself, but I desperately wanted to please my new Lord.

‘Good girl.’ He praised when he removed them from my mouth.

The carriage stopped, we’d arrived at his mansion. He didn’t bother to show me around, or to show me my room yet. He took me straight to his room, and I knew exactly what was about to happen.

In a shimmer of green his armour disappeared from his body. My eyes widened when I looked at his naked body. I had never seen a naked man before. He was beautiful. Muscly, strong, powerful looking. And his cock was hard, standing tall and proud. I couldn’t stop staring at it.

‘Take off your dress.’

I managed to tear my eyes away from him long enough to take off the dress. My embarrassment returned now, being completely naked before him. My nipples were hard, and I knew it wasn’t from the coolness of the room, and so did he.

He stalked over towards me, somehow still looking incredibly intimidating even while naked. My shaking continued while he circled me, touching me here and there… Making me squeak when he squeezed my bum before coming to stand on front of me.

He grabbed at my breasts, squeezing tightly and then he rubbed over my nipples. I gasped when he pinched them roughly. But suddenly the fear arrived when he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed tightly.

He backed me up until my legs hit the bed, I went tumbling down but he was with me the entire way. Loki moved over my body, hand still tightly around my neck and compromising my breathing. There was a wicked look in his eyes as he crushed his lips upon mine.

I thought I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen, but he released my neck just in time to stop me from blanking out. He bit hard on my lower lip, tugging against it to make me cry out. But I didn’t say or push him away, I knew this was it. I had to lie there and take what he did to me.

In a sign of submission, I put my arms up above me. Showing that I was his. Letting him know I was accepting this willingly.

He reached down and pushed my legs apart, then forced his body between them. I felt the tip of him press against my softness. This was it. This was really happening.

I looked down, to try and see where we were going to join. But he grabbed my face, by my cheeks, and squeezed them tightly in warning. ‘Keep your eyes on me.’

My shaking continued tenfold, I couldn’t stop my body from doing it.

Loki didn’t prepare me, it seemed the only preparation I was getting was what he did to me in the carriage… When he forced his cock into me, I screamed so loud I thought my voice was going to break.

It hurt. A lot.

His cock made my body bend to its will, to mould around him no matter how painful it was. There was only a little lubrication from my own arousal, but it was nowhere near enough for how rough and large he was.

Loki grunted and his nose scrunched up as he pushed himself as deep as he possibly could into me, pushing past that barrier. It felt like he was tearing me from the inside, like he was in my stomach. It was an intense pressure, along with so much pain.

How I managed to keep my arms up above me, I don’t know. Tears rolled down over my cheeks, that he softly kissed away. It was so soft in comparison to what was going on between my legs… to what was going on inside me.

I whimpered when he started to thrust against me, his balls slapping against me and I knew I was going to be bruised on the inside. My body was forced to bend to his will, to accept his imposing presence inside me.

‘Ohhh, so tight.’ He growled, still moving quickly over me.

The pain was still there, but it became dull. It took time, but I was able to start feeling slight pleasure, which helped. But I knew it wasn’t about my pleasure, it was about his. I was merely a toy, a hole, for him to use in whatever way he deemed fit.

One of his hands gathered mine together and held tight, his other hand went to my neck again. I felt scared when his fingers wrapped around my neck, squeezing. I just had to hope he wouldn’t completely lose control and kill me… But if he did, there would be no greater way to go than by at his hand.

His movements became more urgent, rushed. They weren’t as calculated and precise as they had been. He was just driving himself into me in a deranged, slightly manic, way. It was almost as if he was trying to climb inside of me.

I whimpered and cried softly at his assault of my body. My oxygen kept coming and going when he decided. It started to go black, but then he would stop squeezing and allow me to breathe. But I was sore, so sore.

He moved his hand from my neck entirely and instead replaced his lips there. But I wasn’t expecting it when he bit me, hard. I screamed out in pain when he placed one particularly harsh thrust at the same time as the bite.

Then he finally came. I felt his warmth flood me. Oddly, it felt slightly soothing. Like it was easing the rawness inside of me.

I couldn’t stop crying when he stopped his movements and just lay on top of me. The weight of him was crushing me, but I didn’t dare tell him or ask him to move.

Luckily, he moved to the side once he got his breath back. And he slipped out of me. I felt so empty, and sore. I looked down and saw the mess of his come mixed with blood. He’d truly broken me.

But all I could feel was grateful.

‘Th… thank… thank you… My Lord.’

#tom hiddleston #loki #one shot #fan fiction #prompt

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flamegatorwrites · 5 years

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Death On Two Legs (Jotaro/Kakyoin)

Chapter: 3/?

Spoilers: none, this is an AU

Warnings: blood, vampire acts

Notes: hey y'all! I'm sorry the start of this was so slow, but next chapter is where the plot starts picking up 💚

Jotaro wasn't one to go outside at night, especially after the Dio ordeal. It was around 11:30 pm and he was restless. Whenever he tried to sleep, it was as if he were watching Joseph's death all over again. He hadn't slept in days, he hadn't fed in weeks. He was going to die, either of exhaustion or hunger. He couldn't, though. As much as he wanted to simply drop off the face of the Earth, he knew Dio was still out there. He knew that Dio was still plotting to kill the last living Joestars, and some sick feeling in his stomach told him that he'd have to watch it all happen.

He pulled his denim jacket closer to his body, taking a drag off his last cigarette. It was his last crutch. The hunger and sleep deprivation were slowly blinding his senses, the only thing keeping him sane was the nicotine. Star Platinum walked, or rather floated, beside him, trying to help by pointing out homeless people in alleyways and people who just happened to work overtime that night.

For the first time, he was hoping he could run into an enemy stand user. He wanted to drain all Dio's workers of their entire life force, just as they'd done to him. But his luck had run dry, and he had nobody.

Jotaro thought about the redheaded priest. He remembered how rude he was, even though he went out of his way to return something so small. He hadn't even asked his name. He also remembered how small the man was compared to himself. He wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight, especially since he had Star Platinum-

No. I can't.

He threw down the cigarette butt and stepped on it. He'd really gone that mad, hadn't he? A priest, of all things. A weaker being who wouldn't be able to put up a fight, even if Jotaro weren't a monster.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He looked across the street at the source of the yelling. It was a small woman, a pair of heels in one hand and small purse in the other. A man who was at least two heads taller than her had her cornered in an alley, a small pocket knife in his right hand.

It was almost as if he hadn't heard Jotaro as he walked up behind him. He grabbed the man by the collar, scaring him enough to drop the knife. The woman ran past the two as Jotaro spun the man around to face him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jotaro asked him.

The man's eyes widened in fear, his lips parted as if he was about to say something but he couldn't. Jotaro realized how hard the man's heart was beating, realizing he'd gotten caught in his unspeakable actions.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jotaro bit him. Hard. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, instantly soothing the aching in his gums. He'd never had human blood before, the taste was exceedingly different from that of the animals he'd found in Egypt. It felt pleasantly warm, and it was sweet in a way he couldn't describe.

He slowly felt the tension leave his body, the feeling almost like a high- no, it was a high. He'd never felt this way before.

The man's heart had since stopped beating, the amount of blood he'd lost in mere minutes was surprising to Jotaro.

He eventually let the man's lifeless body hit the ground, then he finally came to his senses. He realized that he had a body underneath him. He'd killed this man.

But I saved someone else. I could've saved lots of people. If I didn't kill the man, the man would've killed the girl.

He killed plenty of people on his way to Egypt. Hell, they weren't even half as bad as this guy was. But he began to panic. He never panicked. He looked around, searching for something, anything, to hide the body. The dumpster beside him would be perfect, but wouldn't that be the first place they'd check?

Who would check? For all the police know, nobody is even here right now.

He used his arm to open the lid, a putrid scent escaping. He gagged, covering his nose and mouth with the now blood stained t-shirt. He managed to maneuver the man over the edge and slam the lid down. A loud thwack reverberated off the walls.

He stared down at his blood stained hands. There wasn't a lot, thank god,but there was enough to make someone question him if he were to be seen.

So to avoid that, he ran. He passed his apartment building in a blind panic. He didn't know where he was going, as long as it was away from the alley.

Within what seemed like seconds, he managed to trip on a large crack in the sidewalk. He collapsed on his ground, catching himself on his hands. They burned, and so did his knees. He knew he'd managed to scrape them during the fall.

"Fuck!" He tried to scream, but it only came out as a loud, shaky wheeze. His curse then turned into a coughing fit, with how many cigarettes he'd smoked since high school, his lungs were in terrible shape. He sat up and examined his scraped hands and his knee. He didn't know where he was, and hopefully he didn't wake anyone up.

The jeans he wore were ripped, his knee a bleeding mess underneath it.

"Jotaro?"

He knew that voice. He looked around and found himself in front of the church that his mother attended, which just so happened to be the church with the priest.

"Father."

"What are you doing out this late?" The redhead asked him, hurrying down the church steps. "It's, like, 2 in the morning..."

The priest held out his hand, Jotaro eyed it warily. After how rude he'd been to the man, he still offered his help.

"I... I fell."

The priest let out a small giggle, lightly touching Jotaro's elbow.

"Yeah, you fell 10 minutes away from your house. Come in, I've got a first aid kit in my office. I'll get you fixed up."

He tried to get up on his own, but as he tried to stand, his knee buckled and he fell back onto the cold concrete.

"Fuck," he growled, "I think I sprained it."

Jotaro let the man help him up and slung his arm around his shoulders, wincing in pain as he put weight on his hurt leg. He hobbled up the steps and into the door, the priest guiding him to a hallway near the entrance of the large church. They stopped at a bathroom, and the priest (who was struggling to carry Jotaro) nudged the door open with his foot. He led him over to the sinks, signalling Jotaro to sit on the counter.

"Okay," he sighed, "this is gonna sound really weird, but I need you to take your pants off..."

Jotaro's eyes widened, his face almost as red as the priest's hair.

"Listen, Father, not to be rude or anything, but shouldn't we go to dinner first? Also I don't even know your name, wouldn't that be-"

"N-no, not like that!" he stuttered. "I need to get to your knee, y-you know to see if it's swollen or anything!"

Jotaro smirked, the flustered redhead in front of him avoiding any eye contact.

"Alright," Jotaro said, "but, uh, could you maybe leave the room?"

"Oh, right! I'll go get the first aid kit, I'll be right back. Don't get any blood on anything."

The man hurriedly disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving Jotaro to take off his jeans. He managed to get them below his swollen knee. It wasn't that dirty, but it was still bleeding a little bit. His hands, on the other hand, were extremely dirty, the skin was jagged and red where he caught himself.

Jotaro looked around the bathroom. The lack of people almost made it feel nice. Almost. The feeling he had was... off. He didn't know what it was, but there was something wrong with this place. He tried to ignore it, but it seemed like something was telling him to get out of there.

He heard a loud crash and a muffled grunt, and just as he was about to get up and check up on the priest, he appeared in the doorway with a first aid kit, some cotton balls, and a box of band-aids.

He smiled, almost dropping the first aid kit as he hurried to Jotaro's aid.

"Oh boy," he sighed. "Did you bust your lip too?"

Jotaro panicked and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

Oh god, he's gonna find out I killed that guy and he's gonna think I'm a terrible person and-

"Here, there are some alcohol wipe things in here somewhere," the priest sat down beside him, rolled his sleeves up, and opened the red box. He found what he was looking for and washed his hands in the sink between the two.

"I need you to rinse your knee off."

Jotaro adjusted himself to where his knee could somewhat fit under the faucet and turned on the cold water. The little bit of dirt around his knee washed away fairly easily. He washed his hands, too, the soap stinging his irritated skin.

"So, uh, you never told me your name."

"Noriaki Kakyoin," he said. "This may burn a little, but it shouldn't be too bad."

Kakyoin opened the package of alcohol wipes and slowly cleaned up the wound. His knee was beginning to turn a reddish color. The alcohol did sting.

"So, what made you want to become a priest?" Jotaro asked, hoping to make the situation less awkward.

"Well, technically, I'm a deacon, since I'm too young to be a priest. What made you want to go for a run at two in the morning?"

"I, uh, ran out of cigarettes. And I didn't want to drive."

Kakyoin eyed him suspiciously, disposing of the alcohol wipe. He put an unknown cream into his knee and stuck a large bandaid over the wound.

"Change out the bandage every few hours. You probably just pulled a muscle in your knee, and if the swelling doesn't go down by tomorrow night you should go to the hospital."

"What are you, a doctor?"

"No," Kakyoin smiled, "but I was planning going to medical school to become a nurse before all this."

He gestured to the priest collar around his neck, the bone white square in the middle almost shining against his black dress shirt and slacks. Something about him made Jotaro feel vulnerable in a way. He knew it was probably because he was sitting on a bathroom counter like a kid who fell off his bike, getting his wounds cleaned by a priest, who probably knew he just murdered someone.

At that exact moment, he realized Noriaki Kakyoin wasn't going to be so easy to avoid.

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thegreatestinthegalaxy · 5 years

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The Revelation

(( AKA, the whole story behind why LD and @rcginaxgnis‘ Dom FINALLY started gaying it up x1000 back in April.

Get ready for 4k words worth of... well, I’m not gonna give away any potential spoilers, but I will strongly advise: prepare your emotions. And if you’re not already followin @rcginaxgnis WOW GO FIX THAT, and enjoy the story~!!!: ))

So far, movie night had been rather boring – enough so that Dom had actually fallen asleep at some point of it, having rested her head upon LD’s shoulder before dozing off. She vaguely remembered LD playing with her hair, probably in an attempt to keep herself awake, which, if it actually worked, seemed to have done the exact opposite for Dom. The villainess opened her eyes some time later, noticing that the movie had ended.

“Uuuggghhhhhh, I wish it’d had more GOOD violence in it!!!” Came LD’s voice.

“…Well. That was decent, for what I was awake for.” Dom spoke up after a quiet little yawn. Unintentional on both their parts, the two lava lords’ comments overlapped one another just a bit. “Definitely needed more violence, though.”

LD immediately perked up at that. “YEAH!! YEAH!!!! It was ALRIGHT.”

“I had a nice nap, so I give it an ‘okay.’”

“Pfff.”

To keep from falling asleep again, the two then elected to watch some episodes of that Earth cartoon “Bob’s Burgers”, which was always entertaining, seeing as how it was a piece of on-screen entertainment that humans actually got right for once. However, when one of the characters took a leak and then proceeded to shake another’s hand without washing his hands first like a heathen…

“Why are men like this...”

“I don’t know, I’m lesbian.” Dom replied, doing her best not to crack a smirk at her little joke.

LD just looked down at Dom (who was still leaning against her) i n t e n s e l y – to the point of deeply intended hilarity.

… “I thought you were blonde.”

It took everything in her not to die laughing as she said that—which really was hard, seeing as how she did so using the best fake ‘shook’ tone of voice she could possibly deliver.

“MY HAIR IS WHITE YOU ABSOLUTE LUNATIC.”

Dom acted offended, like the joke had been serious and was an actual slight to her. (It was too bad she was already failing miserably at not cracking up over it.)

LD, however, was the first to officially lose it, slumping over as her entire body was absolutely wracked with laughter. She then sucked in a deep breath and collected herself just long enough to throw out her next joke-retort, which was to just scream back, “YOU KNOW I CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE!!!!”

Dom was near sobbing with laughter at this point, pausing only to screech, “COLOR BLIND PEOPLE AREN’T REAL PEOPLE!”

LD’s only retort to that… was to just scream. At Dom. She just screamed.

Dom WHEEZED.

Throughout all of this, LD was slowly but surely sliding off of the couch as she died laughing at their tomfoolery. Luckily, Dom – who was still using LD as a pillow – anticipated this. She grabbed LD around the waist to pull her up into her lap.

“NO. THIS IS NOT HOW LORD DOMINATOR DIES.” Dom screamed, just as loudly as before, if not even more so.

LD put a hand to Dom’s chest to steady herself as she continued to absolutely lose it, and not two seconds later, moved in and just nuzzled her face against the side of Dom’s as a gesture of ‘oh hey, thanks for not letting me fall off.’

Dom’s laughter had turned to giggling, the arm around LD’s waist only pulling her closer…

AND THEN LD put her hand on her chest, and she nuzzled her face with her own, all while practically STRADDLING her, and, honestly, this was probably the most Dom had EVER blushed. She couldn’t even form a coherent thought.

It took a moment for LD to think to move her hand up, off the chest area, and a good minute after that to finally stop laughing too hard to be able to take her face away from Dom’s.

“Hhaaah…” LD turned to look at her, finally coming down from her near-death-by-laughter experience. It would’ve taken the most astronomical levels of obliviousness (or maybe just horrible eyesight) to not have seen just how badly Dom was blushing, and there was still some laugh in her when she piped up about it. “…S-sorry…hah.. oh, fuck, sorry.”

She then gave Dom’s cheek a little poke, smirking as she did so. “Dude, you’re zonked out.”

Dom’s eyes flashed when LD poked her cheek, her chest hitching. She still couldn’t think, and LD was so close…

“……Uh…” LD slowly took Dom’s hand off of her waist… and moved off her lap… very convinced that she somehow might’ve straight-up broken the other woman, so of course the most logical line of reasoning there was to figure that maybe not being on her lap would help the situation…

Immediately, though, Dom snapped.

“WHY DID YOU MOVE.”

As soon as the words left her, she slapped a hand over her mouth, looking absolutely MORTIFIED.

LD looked just as shocked as Dom did, a small blush rising to her cheeks as well, but mostly for Dom rather than because of her. Wow, she… did not know what to do or say about… whatever that just was…… but what was even worse was how, since she didn’t know how to NOT vocalize responses to things, LD just stared back at Dom, almost frozen, and just let out a real loud “UH…!”

As soon as LD made that noise, Dom shut her eyes tight. She let out a quiet, extremely distressed noise, and leapt over the couch, running into the other room.

“Whuh--…fuck.” LD cleared the couch and ran after Dom as fast as her legs could carry her, all before she could even process the thought to do so -- she just… acted. Once her mind caught up with her body, though, it dawned on her that… whatever was happening, it… well, it might not be something that anyone would want somebody else around for EVER, and she stopped herself just outside the doorway. There was absolutely no helping the severe degree of serious emotional concern that was apparent in LD’s voice when she spoke next, and she cringed at herself so badly when she did so.

“Are you okay?!”

Dom’s heart leapt into her throat when she heard LD call for her, and she bit down on her hand, hard. It took her a moment, but she managed to calm down enough to reply. Her voice was shaky, and she hated herself for it beyond all reason.

“I-I’m fine. Are…” She nearly choked with her next words. “Are you mad at me?”

There was a pause.

“…..You don’t… sound.. fine…” LD’s mind could not have been blanking any harder. Okay, she was NOT going to go into that room right now, wasn’t even going to LOOK into it!

“Wh-what!? No! I mean, I’d be happier with movie night still going on without a hitch right now, heh, but…” Maybe now wasn’t the time for a light-hearted aside. “W…WHY would I be mad at you!? It.… I… it didn’t look like you could…help anything, I– ..ugh, okay, I’m… I could not be less sure about what’s going on right now, and I’m sounding like a dumbass, ..a-am I– ..…I’m not… making things WORSE right now, right? ‘Cause I REALLY don’t think I’m helping, I…”

LD let out an incredibly nervous laugh. Grop, she was nothing but nervous right now.

“Just… talk to me. I need you to…”

For just a split second, Dom’s ears betrayed her, and she could’ve sworn she heard LD say, ‘I need you.’ She knew immediately that it wasn’t what she said, though, and it HURT.

“Didn’t…mean to…mess it up…” Dom mumbled, giving a little (not at all fine) laugh. Grod, she HATED herself so much right now and she’d NEVER felt like that before! She wasn’t sure if LD was being sincere, or if she was just pretending to have no idea what was happening to save Dom some embarrassment. Truly, she didn’t know which would have been worse.

“No, no, you’re…you’re fine. You’re always fine. It’s just… it’s…it’s me.” Dom let out a shaky breath then, looking down at her hand. Oh. She had bitten it so hard it’d started bleeding. Fuck.

LD just stared down at the floor, feeling like if she did so any harder, she’d fall right through it.

“M…mess what up!? I-!” Oh, grop, now she was borderline hyperventilating over the sheer confusion of this all, and it was so obvious when she spoke! LD dug her claws into her leg and mentally growled, “STOP IT” at herself.

She stood there… taking a minute to fully absorb Dom’s words, her tone of voice… and she decided that she hated it… she decided that she hated it so much, and that she didn’t want any iteration of herself– no, that she didn’t ever want Dom to feel however it was that she was feeling right now. Not ever.

Whatever reservations she had against going into that room were gone now, dashed completely, and she marched herself in there, over to Dom, and then closed the distance between them entirely, kneeling in front of the other woman before wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace.

“I need you to be okay.”

Dom was so tense beneath her, like she would simply snap at any given second.

“H-hey… uh…… sometimes shit just happens…” LD murmured, her hold on Dom becoming surprisingly soft even though she was now squeezing her tighter. “Though I really do wish you'd just tell me…” Her breathing hitched then, as she realized that she maybe shouldn’t have expressed that. Grop. Well, at least it wouldn’t be hard to remedy such a mistake.

“But it’s fine if you can’t, I mean…”

...

Fuck. She was at a complete loss for comforting words. This was SO not her forte‼

Dom just let out a quiet laugh.

“I…really can’t. I’d…really mess everything up then, I know it.” She mumbled, sounding no less dejected, although she did begin to relax just a little into LD’s embrace. “Grod – just – FORGET I said that! It’s nothing! Grop, it can’t be anything!” For just a split second there, she stopped breathing.

LD pulled away so she could look Dom in the face.

“Really?”

She was visibly shocked and hopefully that masked the bit of disappointment that was also present on her features just then. “..Hah, I dunno, I mean, there’s plenty of other stuff that’cha do that I find NUTS that doesn’t change how much I flarpin’ love ya at all!” She declared with a nervous laugh. She then froze up for a second, flustered as she realized how very... emotionally intimate using that word could be in situations like this one. Hopefully she recovered quickly enough for the other to not have noticed.

“Y-you don’t wanna try me…?” LD asked. She reached over and brushed Dom’s hair behind her ear. “It’s… okay if you really… seriously can’t.” She added, breaking eye contact with her at that, gaze moving down to just look anywhere that was away. It wasn’t very subtle that she was bummed out by the thought of Dom not being able to tell her something.

‘That doesn’t change how much I love you at all – ’ Dom clutched a hand to her chest at LD’s words, looking like she might actually FAINT.

“Y-You…” She closed her eyes tightly as LD brushed her hair behind her ear, taking in a deep breath. This… couldn’t possibly get any worse, right? Right? So maybe…maybe now… after all this time, if she just…

“I – I really can’t tell you, but…I…if you promise…you won’t…” Dom paused to take a shuddering breath. “Don’t hate me…please. Ever. I… couldn’t take it.” She hesitantly placed a hand on LD’s leg, not meeting her eyes. “Just say that and I…I can…show you.”

LD’s expression became deathly serious.

“I could never hate you.”

She put her hand over Dom’s and gave it a little squeeze in solidarity.

Dom bit her lip, looking down at LD’s hand over her own. She…she was so nervous. She’d NEVER been nervous like this before. Despite LD’s reassurance, she couldn’t help but worry – she’d been dealing with these feelings for so long, and now?

“I can’t hate you either.” Dom murmured, glancing up at LD from beneath her lashes. “…Okay. If you… really mean that… can you…can you close your eyes for me, please?”

“……Okay… okay, just…” She took in a breath. “Just gimmie a sec to be calmed down enough to even do that!”

“Y-Yeah. Of course. Yeah.”

LD took a quick moment to just… breathe… —wow, she was… really stressed out over making sure that Dom was okay— and then she was able to make herself relax, to close her eyes like Dom needed her to…

Dom was so nervous – she considered backing out, but…if not now, then when? She wanted to ask if LD was okay, if she needed more time to relax… But she couldn’t make herself speak any more, she was trembling, and she hoped to grod LD didn’t notice. Then, LD closed her eyes. Time seemed to move in slow motion, and to Dom every second felt like an eternity. She cradled LD’s face in her hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks as she sucked in a raspy breath. She waited to make sure LD didn’t open her eyes, then… resigned herself to whatever fate awaited her after this.

Dom leaned forward, and she kissed LD. It wasn’t quick, either – she realized all too well that this could be the very last and only time it ever happened, and she was going to savor every second of it that she could get. It was slow, nervous, but she knew what she was doing. It was sensual, full of emotion and of every time she’d ever wanted to kiss her before, and Dom hoped to whatever higher power there might’ve been that she wasn’t making LD uncomfortable. She couldn’t bear that. Dom finally moved to pull away, but she couldn’t help but brush her lips against LD’s as they parted. She sat back, opening her eyes with a panicked expression on her face as she waited for LD’s response.

So many things went off in LD’s head the second that Dom kissed her… Too many for them to even be made out into anything specific. She was surprised by it to say the least, but… not as much as she might’ve been had it gone any other way, and for that, she didn’t jolt at the sudden contact, her surprise instead coming forth in the form of her letting out a small gasp against Dom’s lips when she felt them press against her own. LD just stayed as she was for a moment, not reacting to any of it as she tried to sort out all the noise in her head.

Then, she opted to just… do instead of think, and she leaned into the kiss. It was slight, the newness of it all holding her back from doing much more, and in doing so the rest of her practically went limp, as though no part of her had been prepared to be so relaxed against a kiss of all things that her body was now only accomplishing the bare minimum required of it to simply keep her sitting upright! If that and the faint little moan she subsequently let out were any indication, Dom kissing her was… really, really nice. It wasn’t terribly long after that that it was over, though; Dom pulled away, and it actually took a few seconds after the fact for it to fully register to LD that the kiss was over.

She blinked at Dom, suddenly extremely aware of the fact that she was blushing VERY hard.

“…Oh.” LD let out a small laugh, and... there was nothing malicious about it! “OH!!!!” Another small giggle escaped her before she paused for a quick moment, biting at her lower lip, and then leaned in real close to the other, sliding her arms between Dom’s to let her hands rest on the ground behind them as she all but crawled on top of the woman, gazing at her through half-lidded eyes.

“You should do that again.”

Dom’s heart was racing, and she felt as if she was going to faint – she expected at any moment for LD to punch or slap her or SOMETHING…but it never happened. Instead, LD laughed, and it was…nice. Not at all the mocking laughter she’d been expecting. She was frozen as LD leaned in and put her arms around her, and she was so close again but this time it was of her own volition. Dom bit her lip, shock on her face when LD looked up at her. Grod, she’s so beautiful… At her words, though, Dom couldn’t help the surprised noise that escaped her.

“Y-You…you want me to d--do it again?”

LD smirked. She pulled one hand back to rest on Dom’s hip, and the other she brought up to brush against her double’s freckled cheek in a very slow, sensual manner. “Uh, yea—”

Before the other could give a proper answer, though… it was just then that Dom realized something. “I – oh grod. I’m – I’m SO sorry, I didn’t – I mean I did, but–“ LD’s hand was on Dom’s hip, she was stroking her cheek, and, GROD, Dom knew she was blushing so hard, but still, “–that was…your first, wasn’t it? Uh, kiss, I mean! Oh grod...” She ducked her head down, looking absolutely ashamed.

LD had intended to mess around with her a bit there, to do something like, say, toss her a playfully unamused look and go, ‘What, you want me to take it back?’ Yes, that would’ve been sufficiently teasing of her to do, but all of a sudden Dom was dissolving into a nervous, ashamed sounding mess, and LD was immediately shocked right out of the idea.

“Wait– wait what?” The hand that she’d been caressing Dom’s cheek with fell, only to be placed on Dom’s arm immediately thereafter.

“Noooo, noo! I-I mean…YEAH, it was, but…” LD moved in even closer -- if she were to do that any more at this point, she’d be pressing her entire body into her. “But… hey, that’s…” She breathed out the tiniest laugh, angling her head down so that she could be right in front of Dom’s. “Why would I want it to have been any different?” She looked up into Dom’s eyes then, a very real, genuine smile on her lips. “With anyone else, I mean?” And she really, truly meant that. She couldn’t name anyone else she’d have liked her first kiss to have been with.

Dom was adamant in her refusal to look up – she felt so bad, and it was so weird. Then, she heard LD’s words, her laugh, and then familiar fuchsia eyes met her own, and when LD spoke again, Dom swore it was almost as if she were dreaming. She blinked, glancing away and biting her lip.

“I…you…really liked that? I was…so worried, for so long…” The villainess let out a little laugh, and suddenly it felt as if a huge weight had begun to lift off her shoulders. “I never thought…that this would happen.”

“..For…so long...and…never…” LD was already whispering to begin with, but with every word her voice grew even fainter.

“Wow, I… REALLY SUCK, DON’T I?!” She suddenly exclaimed, letting out a small incredulous laugh. She then just as suddenly added, “DON’T ANSWER THAT. DO NOT. I’ll take the goods away, I swear to grop!” LD sounded dead serious as she shouted that, even going so far as to pull away just to flaunt it a little as she spoke — you know, for emphasis... or, er, example.

There was a small pause, and then she just facepalmed in annoyance at herself. “Ugh, grop. I’m killing the mood…”

She shook it off and pressed back into Dom, placed a finger under her chin, and tilted her head up towards her. “Seriously, though. I really, really did like it…” It’s almost involuntary, just how much her voice dipped seductively, lower with every word spoken and paired with a sultry little smirk.

“…Y-Yeah…for…so long…” Dom gave a small nod, actually letting out a quiet giggle at LD’s exclamation. Oh, but then LD did… THAT, and Dom could’ve sworn there was steam coming out of her ears. (In reality, though, they only twitched.) “N-No…you’re really…not killing anything.” Dom mumbled, only to stop breathing for a second when LD leaned back into her and tilted her chin up. ‘Seriously though, I really did.’ Those words, and, grod, the way LD’s voice dipped… Dom bit her lip, trying to stifle a quiet moan but failing miserably, much to her embarrassment. “I’m…so glad…”

A low, very amused little hum of a laugh fell from LD, and she then went so far as to ghost her lips over Dom’s own, no hesitation at all in her actions. She figured that once all of.. this was out of the way, she probably wouldn’t be able to be such a tease again—at least not all that much—and she wanted to relish in however much more of it she still could. The villainess tilted her head to the side, the action deliberately moving her lips away from hovering just over Dom’s. “You gonna show me just how glad?” The way she spoke was far too playful to sound quite as low and seductive as she had just a moment ago, but her overall tone didn’t change in the slightest. “Or what?~”

Dom gasped when LD brushed her lips over her own, and it took everything in her not to catch LD in an actual kiss. It was so hard to believe this was finally happening, but Dom was SO HAPPY.

‘You gonna show me just how glad?’ At that, Dom grinned and wrapped an arm around LD’s waist, humming seductively. “I’ll show you whatever you want…” Her eyes shone, and the smile on her face was so genuine. It faltered, but only for a moment. “Just…don’t let me make you uncomfortable, okay? I don’t ever want that. You say it, and I stop.” With her other hand, Dom brushed LD’s hair behind her ear and shot her a little wink.

LD smiled back at Dom, and at what she just did—what she just said, she leaned in and pressed a quick little kiss to the other woman’s lips as a show of MUCH approval, her smile not once leaving her face. It only lasted about two seconds tops before she pulled away, since, again, it was just a quick little show of affection, of how much she was loving and happily approving of absolutely all of this, and- ah, grop, there went her chance to be a massive tease like she had planned…

…Oh well!

She still had to wait for Dom to initiate the REAL fun, and that still counted for something! (Not to mention that it was pretty hard to even care about things like that anymore when in the position of being totally unable to stop smiling, but whatever.)

Dom couldn’t help but let out the happiest sounding laugh, and she crashed her lips against LD’s. Take it slow, take it slow… She reminded herself, but GROD she’d wanted this for so long, could anyone really blame her for being so excited? Her claws danced across the exposed skin of LD’s midriff, sending shivers down the other woman’s spine. Dom broke away for a moment to breathe, smirking before giving LD’s bottom lip a soft little bite. Then she sighed, leaning back just a little to run her free hand through LD’s hair, giggling as she did so.

“Don’t get me too excited – this isn’t all I want to do with you, and I’d rather not be greedy all in one night…”

An incredibly content hum left LD when Dom kissed her again. Mmm -- finally! She shuddered when she felt Dom’s claws against her bare skin, almost breaking the kiss to let out a gasp, but ohhh somehow she managed to suppress it. When the two did finally break away to breathe, though, and Dom bit at her lip, a sound did escape her. It was quiet, but incredibly hard to miss, somewhere between a sigh and a small moan. She leaned into the hand playing with her hair, grinning even more, which she didn’t even think was possible.

“Mmm… there’s still a lot we can do limited to just making out… more or less…”

Dom couldn’t help but smile just as much, if not even more so as LD. She rested her forehead against hers, humming quietly as she traced her claws along the other woman’s skin.

“Mm, I know…” She looked at LD with half-lidded eyes, the blush on her face a softer hue now, complimenting the freckles upon her cheeks beautifully. “I can have a lot of fun with just that.”

“Oh, I know you can…”

Dom nuzzled her before moving in to kiss her again. “Ready for some fun?” She whispered with a happy little giggle, smirking against LD’s lips as she did so.

LD made no sound in response, just happily mouthed ‘yeah’ before she finally closed the space between them once more.

#(( LIKE IF YOU READ PLEASE! 💖 ))#rcginaxgnis #blog canon #(❤) Verse: DOMINATOR'S GREATER ~ BEST VILLAIN! (❤)#(( THE EXACT DAY THIS ALL WENT DOWN WAS MARCH 30TH BTW ))#(( and for anyone & everyone who'd be interested in seeing the original rabb.it chat rp itself i'll share that too another time! ))#(( I don't think there were any MAJOR cuts but not EVERYTHING from the original rp was kept! ))

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Dibs - Draco x Reader

hi I’m back from like a year hiatus and I wrote something. This is 100% not perfect so... Don’t forget you can request in my ask box! But please, be aware that it might take me awhile, so, please don’t keep sending me asks about when your request will be up!! I have no idea! Okay, thanks. Now on to the more important things!!!

Request - anon: can you write something with Dibs by Kelsea Ballerini?? thank you! xx.

Warnings - There may be too much dialogue and I’m sorry... I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things!

(this gif makes me so sad okay sorry)

Y/N watched from across the room as Pansy and her girl gang hung on to every word Draco Malfoy said to them. Slytherin had just won the first Quidditch match of the season, so naturally there was a huge party after the game. Being a Ravenclaw, she really shouldn’t have been in the Slytherin common room, but one of her best friends had insisted that she come celebrate. So here she was, sitting alone, staring at the most sought after boy in Hogwarts, and a little bit drunker than she’d like to admit.

Y/N had always thought of Draco Malfoy as attractive, but she’d never tell anyone that. Despite her pure blood status, she was a Ravenclaw and she was supposed to hate Slytherin - and for the most part she kind of did. But she didn’t hate him. She had no reason to. He’d never done anything to her and while she didn’t totally agree with how he treated some people, she couldn’t deny that there was something different about him. He was intoxicating. She’d always had a fascination with him. He just carried himself so differently than everyone else, but she liked to blame that on the fact that he was a Malfoy.

Something came over her. And she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in her system or a small moment of bravery, but she downed one more shot of fire whiskey and made her way over to the tall platinum haired boy. Pushing her way through the crowd of girls surrounding him, she finally made it to him. She tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned, she felt her confidence slip. What had she been thinking? Why would she put herself in the line of Draco Malfoy’s attention? “Y/L/N? What are you doing here? You’re in Ravenclaw.”

His narrowed blue eyes met her wide e/c ones.

Her confidence went up a little bit. If she could look Draco Malfoy in the eye, she could do anything.

“Great observation. I am, in fact, in Ravenclaw. I came here with Y/F/N. I was just wondering if, perhaps, you’d want to dance with me.”

She took a deep breath and watched as Draco tilted his head and smirked. Handing his drink off to Blaise, he grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her to where others were dancing.

“That was awfully brave of you, Y/L/N.” He commented, looking directly into her eyes.

“I was feeling epic.” Y/N responded and looked around. Dancing wasn’t really her thing and she had no idea why she had asked Draco to dance. She really didn’t plan this out.

“Epic, huh? I like it.”

He smirked again and raised an eyebrow as the fast paced song died out and gave way to a much slower one. One of his hands slowly made it’s way to her hand as his other went down to her waist to pull her closer to him.

“I don’t know how to do this, Draco. I’ve never slow danced in my life.” Y/N muttered.

Draco chuckled and whispered into her ear, “That’s alright. Just follow me, it’s not too difficult… try and keep up, Ravenclaw.” Y/N took a deep breath and tried to relax. It wasn’t that she wasn’t confident, it was just that Draco Malfoy made her extremely nervous. He exuded this confidence and arrogance that just screamed, “if you touch me, you’ll regret it.” Y/N laid her forehead against his shoulder as he pulled her even closer. “Why are you being so nice to me? We’ve only talked a few times in classes and we’re definitely not friends. You could have humiliated me back there when I asked you to dance… why didn’t you?” she asked as he spun them around slowly. His hand let go of hers and he placed it on the small of her back. Both of her hands rested on his chest.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a total ass. Plus, you had so much confidence back there and I couldn’t help but to say yes. You’re sexy as hell when you’re so confident.” He replied.

They stopped spinning and Y/N’s head snapped up to look the boy in the eye. He couldn’t mean that, could he? This was a joke. But the look on Draco’s face told her that he just might very well be serious. She tilted her head and played along.

“Well, Malfoy, I could’ve sworn you had a girlfriend…or two… or three. Maybe five? How many girls follow Pansy following you around?” He chuckled and shook his head. He started to slowly spin them again, avoiding her last comment. She wasn’t having any of that though and continued to look the Slytherin prince in the eye. “What is your status, Malfoy? Are you single?”

“Yes.”

“Are you trying to keep it that way?” “Not particularly, no.”

“Well then, you can tell Pansy and her girl gang to back off. Because I’m calling dibs on you, Draco Malfoy.” Draco chuckled at the thought of telling Pansy to back off. He’d done it several times, the girl just did not care. She insisted that Draco was fond of her and in reality he couldn’t stand her. The Slytherin prince had always had his eye on someone else. That someone else was standing in front of him and offering him something he’d wanted since the moment he saw her first year.

“You think she’ll listen to me if I tell her you called dibs on me? Do you know Pansy at all?” he asked. The slow song continued to play in the silence between the two. Finally, Y/N cracked a smile. “Of course I don’t think she’ll listen to you. Are you free Friday night? I have nowhere to be if you’d like to do something.”

“I think that sounds alright. Although, aren’t I supposed to be the one asking you out?” he replied.

“Actually, yes, you are supposed to be the one asking me out. But apparently, you didn’t have enough nerve to. You should have also been the one to ask me to dance, but here we are…” she trailed off leaving a comfortable silence.

The two danced and hung out with each other for the rest of the night. They made plans to travel to Hogsmeade together for Friday night. Y/N left the party with Y/F/N happily explaining what exactly had happened that night.

The next few days seemed to drag on. Y/N couldn’t focus in class. All she could think about was the fact she had Draco Malfoy’s attention that entire night of the party. He didn’t glance in the direction of his friends once and made zero excuses to leave. If this was a joke, he was really committed to it.

The two teens exchanged flirty looks in-between classes and even flirtier remarks in classes. The entire student body was sick of the two constantly flirting — and Y/N had to admit that if she was the one in the middle of a flirty conversation in Charms class, she wouldn’t be too thrilled either. What the student body was thrilled about, however, was the fact the Draco seemed to be leaving everyone alone — even famous Harry Potter.

The day had finally arrived. Y/N Y/L/N and Draco Malfoy were going on their first date.

Y/N got ready with an anxious energy. While she was ecstatic to be going on a date with Draco, she also had to remember that he was cruel and this could turn out to be a joke. There was no reason for him to humiliate her, but it’s not like that ever stopped him from picking on anyone else.

As she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, she took a deep breath. Y/N made her way over to the mirror by the bedroom door.

Something was missing.

She narrowed her eyes until they fell on her lips.

Lipstick.

She slowly applied the red liquid to her lips and took a step back. Smoothing down her hair and clothes, Y/N decided to leave before she could find anything else she could pick apart and change. If she didn’t leave then, she would’ve been late anyway.

Hogsmeade turned out to be a dream come true. Their first stop was The Three Broomsticks to grab a few bottles of butterbeer. They sat there for a few hours talking about their families and how they grew up.

While Draco’s parents drilled it into him that being a Slytherin was the right way and the only way, Y/N’s parents had taught her a different approach. Her dad had been a Slytherin while her mother had been a Ravenclaw. They’d told her that no matter what house she was put into, it didn’t really matter. She was just lucky and privileged enough to even go to school.

There were many more differences in how the two grew up. Not only were Y/N’s parents more relaxed on school work and magic, but they also didn’t believe in having house elves. Draco had snorted at this and asked her how exactly they kept their house clean. Y/N gave him an incredulous look and told him that everyone just kept their own area of the house clean and in turn, nothing was ever really disheveled. Draco thought it was pointless to do work yourself when you had house elves who could do it for you.

From The Three Broomsticks, the pair made their way to Honeydukes. Draco wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets and neither was Y/N, but they grabbed a few chocolate frogs and a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

After exiting the candy shop, Draco suggested they take a seat on a nearby bench so they could test some of the jellybean flavors. Most of the candies Draco pulled were disgusting and he ended up spitting half of them on the ground. Y/N thought it was hilarious that Draco kept picking bad ones while she was managing to pick all of the good tasting ones. “So, Y/N, do you think we’ll be going on another date some time soon? I’ve really enjoyed our day here… and I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you more often.” Draco smirked.

Y/N leaned forward to kiss the boy on his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark just below his cheekbone.

“I’d love to spend more time with you. Of course I’ll go on another date, Draco.”

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piracytheorist · 6 years

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Ok so I feel like I'm supposed to write a con recap too... it feels kinda different for me because I did post some stuff during the event but still... Okay this is gonna be ineloquent af but you know me.

Ok first of all I need to share with y'all how it all went: my brother had been living in Boston for a few years, and he moved to NYC in August. Around that time, I was like, "Hey can I visit you? But like, at some point in April or sth to find cheap tickets?" And he goes like, "I literally have zero plans, don't know if I'll stay here that long, come soon" and I say, "What about Halloween" and he says ok. I tell that to @killianmesmalls and she loses her shit, telling me to come to the NJ con.

So, I tried. I had like, a very limited amount of time to gather enough money for everything, plane tickets, con tickets, and all the expenses I'd have here, so I was very nervous. I made it, bought my stuff and all... and to be perfectly honest, there were times i regretted it before the event. I was like, "Seriously? 100 bucks for one photo and literal seconds with an actor I've been loving for four and a half years?"

I did try to console myself with the fact that, hey, picture with Colin! Hug with Colin! It can't be that bad, right? I was also extremely nervous because I felt like I was being a burden to kms, like she literally opened her hotel room for me to stay with her and @justmilah, and I was only like, "I brought Turkish delight that I bought at the last minute from Duty Free! Is that okay?"

Like seriously, I feel so guilty for the lack of gifts to everyone else. Well, I guess that means we're gonna have to meet again, right??!

Anyways, I don't really think I can do a super detailed recap right now, but going back to the regretting thing... for those of you that don't know, I only got a Saturday general admission pass and a photo op with Colin. That meant no Colin/Rose panel, no autographs and, since I was on a low budget already, no extra photo ops. And at first it didn't feel weird... until I had to wave goodbye at @fraddit before she entered the Colin/Rose panel and I had to stay outside alone, and it kinda hit me that, man. That sucks.

But don't get too down, because, ya know, in hindsight, that was one of the best weekends of my freaking life, and getting to hug Colin O'Donoghue was just the cherry on top. I got to meet all those ladies listed above, along with:

@captregina, your enthusiasm about everything you love is unique, and I hope you enjoyed our conversations in the car. No uncomfortable silence there, for sure! Also that adventure of being lost in the middle of nowhere and exploring through the fall-coloured town of whatever that was is an experience I'll never forget. Kiss your adorable kitty for me!

@queen-mabs-revenge , whom I mostly recognized due to her amazeballs Milah costume the first day. Also I do feel that one of the top moments was us in the pool discussing about the OUAT soundtrack... as we were (what happens in the pool stays in the pool). That night in the pool was seriously so relaxing and I loved everything we chatted about. Also your tote bag and the Rose autograph you passed on to me, seriously, that meant so much to me.

@thesschesthair, whom I also didn't recognize at first. I mean, I just entered the room and there was Milah, oh okay, that's Mabs, and then there goes that other woman standing up and hugging me tight and lifting me up... and then speaking. Gotta be honest, I recognized you from your accent XD and I love it so fucking much that I can now hear your voice every time you post something. And like, your attitude and humor and just... your presence was everything. Also I'll never forget your enthusiasm over eating chipotle for the first time.

By the way quick shout out to @fraddit because she found the best places to eat in the middle of fucking nowhere. Actually, bigger shout out because you are The Best from up close and frankly you should have kidnapped me as you'd planned. I wouldn't have resisted, is all I'm saying. Having you be so happy over my excitement for Halloween decorations was the sweetest thing ever and seeing you be so happy and emotional over meeting Colin made me so happy too!

@theonceoverthinker , seriously, if you hadn't picked me up after I'd lost my shit (and footing, quite literally) before and after my op with Colin, I'd probably still be there screaming and squealing. Like, I think about it now, and I genuinely think it would have taken me so much longer to recover if you weren't there to literally drag me to my feet. So thank you. Also, you're an amazing hugger and a great talker.

@the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt I'm so glad I got to meet you in the con! You're adorable and I hope I can meet you again and another con or something!

@brave-lassie as others have said, your Red costume was rad. And your hair was awesome too! I wish I could've spent more time with you because I think we could have had so interesting conversations!

Speaking of little time... I only got to meet @leiandcharles for like one night and eeeeee I was so happy! Your hair is awesome too and I wish I'd met you earlier in the con!

@justmilah I honestly wish I could've been in the Colin/Rose panel just to see you vibrate into another dimension. You were the most huggable person and the most willing one to share body heat with when this Mediterranean Bitch who can't handle the cold decided to join y'all outside without wearing a coat. Not my best idea, I admit.

And last but certainly not least, @killianmesmalls. Me making this trip and joining the con would literally not have been possible hadn't it been for you, both for the enthusiasm and all your help. So if there's anyone who hated me being there, you know who to blame XD it's so freaking important to me, because I literally come from a small town no one freaking knows and I literally did this whole trip and met and hugged Colin O'Freaking Donoghue. English is not even my first language and I met you all and had this absolutely wonderful experience (so much that I admitted it felt weird that I'd spent entire days barely speaking Greek)... it's just... this started as a trip to NYC to see the city and my brother and it turned into MY FIRST CON and oh, yeah, I did get to see my brother and, idk, one of the most visited places in the world, nbd, who cares even.

I mean, it still hasn't sunk in. And the most important thing? Joining one (1) con and I'm immediately like, why are there fandom wars again? Why did I waste so much of my time hating on people liking their stuff? I mean, I didn't even consider myself an anti... but seeing all those people being so happy enjoying what they loved, even if I didn't care at all about those same things literally opened my eyes. If we could spend a con all together, once in a while, we would have been so happy with just being together that fandom wars would have no place in it. I for one am glad I got to have that experience. It's truly amazing and life-changing, especially considering the people I met here and the love we all shared for the same things. Which also made me miss a few people who weren't there so much. I saw you fangirl from far away and I was like... if only you were here with us T_T

Anyway, I got all emo, but since tomorrow is my last day in NYC and its officially bringing this experience to a close, I wanted to share how important and amazing it was for me to be a part of this whole thing. Thank you to everyone for making it so ❤❤

#lillpon's first con

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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 1

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

Chuck rakes her hands through her strawberry bond hair and growls at the computer screen on her desk in her apartment. “Why aren’t you working!? What did I mess up?” she grumbles. The code she had just input is not working the way she expected. She’s still ahead on what she was supposed to get done for the day, but she it’s still frustrating to have to search through code to find your mistake.

Chuck had started to work for Ad Astra Software in Charlottesville, Virginia about four years ago, right after she graduated from college. After about a year working there, she was allowed the opportunity to work from home, which Chuck accepted happily. Being naturally shy and introverted, she finds it difficult to work around other people. Being at home, alone in her space allows her to work much faster and better than if she had to deal with a bunch of people around her. Now, she only has to go in to the office about once a month to check in.

After her graduation is also when she moved to her current home. The one bedroom apartment is just perfect for her. The open plan living area contains a small kitchen and has enough room for Chuck’s couch, tv, computer desk, and a small dining room table. The bedroom isn’t exactly spacious, but it has a small closet and an en-suite bathroom that is actually fairly big. It’s in a pretty good neighborhood, too, which her mother especially likes.

Chuck’s cell phone rings and she turns it over to see, though she already knows who it is. Her mom’s picture and the name “Diane Langdon” shine on the screen. Chuck accepts the call and stands from her chair to start pacing around her apartment. She could never sit still and talk on the phone at the same time.

“Hi, Mom,” she answers.

Her mom’s cheery voice rings through the speaker. “ Hey, sweetie. Whatcha doing? ”

“Working. What are you doing?”

Diane takes a bite of her sandwich and answers without swallowing. “ I’m taking a break. Eating my lunch. ”

Diane works as a nurse at Mary Washington Hospital in Fredericksburg, so she doesn’t always get time to talk to her daughter from work. But she tries to talk to Chuck at least once a day, no matter what.

Chuck suddenly yawns into the phone. Not because she’s bored with her mother, but because she didn’t get much sleep last night. “Ugh,” she groans and rubs at the crick in her neck. “I need to get a more comfortable couch since I end up sleeping on it so much.”

“ What’s wrong with your bed? ”

Chuck lets out a huff. “You know why, Mom. Negan ,” Chuck emphasizes.

Negan is Chuck’s next door neighbor. And they happen to share a wall between their bedrooms. It didn’t take Chuck too many nights to figure out that that wall isn’t exactly sound proof. And that Negan is somewhat of a womanizer, bringing home a different girl a few times a week and “entertaining” her. Which always ends up with Chuck hearing moans and screams and Negan’s headboard slamming up against the wall.

“ Oh. That’s right ,” Diane answers with a little chuckle. “ Your alpha neighbor. ”

“Yeah. He’s like the worst alpha ever.”

“ I don’t know if that’s true, Chuck. He’s not bashing people’s brains in, is he? ” she jokes.

“I guess not,” Chuck concedes. “But he’s so arrogant! Like way more arrogant than any other alpha I’ve met.”

Diane chuckles into the phone. “ You know alphas love showing off for us betas. ”

It was no surprise that Chuck didn’t present as omega in her early teens, though her demeanor is very omega-like. Both Chuck’s parents are beta. Or was beta, in the case of Chuck’s father. He had passed away when Chuck was eight years old from a car accident. He was struck by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the highway and died almost instantly.

Omegas in general are pretty rare, comprising about 5% of the world’s population. And they almost always come from alpha/omega pairings. But omegas being born from beta parents has been documented, so it’s not entirely impossible.

And Chuck has no way of knowing that she is actually part of that 5%. Yet.

Chuck lets out a huff as she thinks about what a douche Negan is. “Well... Remember when I first moved here and I left a note on his door informing him that I could hear his... uh...” Chuck isn’t sure how to describe it to her mother, “ night activities ,” she settles on. “And because I’m a nice person, I thought he should know so he didn’t get embarrassed about it. Then the next day, he left me a note saying ‘Enjoy the show’! Like, who does that?!”

Diane laughs. “ Oh, yeah. I forgot he did that. ”

“Yeah! He could’ve at least moved his bed from our shared wall like I did. But, no. He kept it there. And I swear he got louder after that.”

“ Well, I’m not surprised he has a steady stream of women to entertain. He’s very handsome. ”

Chuck groans. “Yeah, yeah. I know, Mom. You think he’s so hot.”

Chuck knows that Negan is a good looking man. He’s tall, like most alphas, but he’s not as bulky as some are. He’s more... lithe , if Chuck would have to put a word to it. His dark hair always seems to be slicked back perfectly and his beard, of course, has just the right amount of gray.

“ Well... ” Diane giggles. “ He’s nice to look at. ”

“I guess. But he’s horrible to live next to. No amount of dimples makes up for that.”

Diane laughs hard. She had told her daughter more than once about how much she liked Negan’s pronounced dimples. “ I suppose, sweetie. You know alphas can’t help but be assholes. Especially the handsome ones. ”

“It’s annoying.”

Diane’s pager beeps. “ Shit. ” She leans down to look at the device on her hip. “ I gotta get back to work. I’ll talk to you later. ”

“Ok, Mom.”

“ Love you. ”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

Chuck sets her phone back down and goes back to her work, finding her mistake and fixing it accordingly. Once she has everything else done, she decides to actually look for new couch online. The couch in her living room that has been doubling as her bed a few nights a week is a few years old and was pretty much the cheapest option available when she moved in and needed furniture. She researches various models and sellers and finally places an order for one she thinks will suit her needs.

While she’s at it, she also stocks up on some other things she needs. Her mother always tells her that it’s weird that she buys groceries and the like online, but Chuck would rather do it this way. Being in crowded stores is not Chuck’s idea of a good time.

So, yeah, she’s a bit of a homebody.

Chuck had never been a social butterfly. And throughout her childhood and schooling, she had never really had any friends. No close ones, anyway. Her shyness made it hard for her to put herself out there and make friends. And the fact that she always felt like a freak kept her from getting close to anyone that may actually try to be her friend.

When Chuck was sixteen, it was found that she had underdeveloped reproductive organs. Her ovaries were mostly normal, which meant that she still went through puberty, somewhat. She had filled out and grew body hair, at least. But her uterus and vagina hadn’t matured properly, which meant that she would never get a period or be able to have a child. Even having sex would be extremely difficult.

Chuck’s doctors don’t realize that her underdeveloped organs are pretty typical of a very rare syndrome afflicting omegas. So Chuck has no way of knowing that, either.

He condition is something that Chuck could easily hide from most people. But she would ultimately have to tell any man that may be interested in her that she could never have sex or give him children. So she simply never pursued anything romantic. She kept to herself, never going to parties or even really socializing in any meaningful way.

Yes, it’s a lonely existence. But the alternative seems so much worse to Chuck. She always had nightmare scenarios of telling fantasy boyfriends that she wasn’t normal. They would laugh at her. Call her a freak. Tell her that she wasn’t worth it. That she should just go away and disappear.

So she did just that, herself, before anyone could tell her. She was essentially a ghost in her own life, never making an impact or impression on anyone.

That night, Chuck decides to get some laundry done. She usually goes at night because the machines in the basement always seem to be in use during the day, which seems pretty normal for people keeping a regular schedule. But Chuck is somewhat of a night owl, actually. She loves the fact that she can sleep in because she can set her own hours at work. And she’s happy that her lost sleep during the night because of her neighbor doesn’t necessarily lead to her having horrible mornings. If she had a normal 9 to 5, she would go completely crazy.

Chuck doesn’t know how Negan does it. She knows that Negan does have a 9 to 5, yet he still takes out several hours a few nights a week to have sex with random women. He must take naps.

Chuck gathers up her hamper and takes the elevator down to the basement. When she gets to the laundry room, though, she stops dead in her tracks. Negan is in there with a beta woman that Chuck recognizes as another tenant. And she’s sitting on one of the machines with Negan standing between her spread legs. Their mouths are all over each other, making lewd noises. And Negan’s hand is conspicuously in between their bodies.

Chuck instantly turns around an leaves, fully disgusted at the sight. But as she reenters her apartment, that disgust turns into something else. She’s hurt. Not in the way you might think. She’s not jealous of the woman because Negan is all over her rather than herself. No, she’s more envious . Of both of them. Envious of the fact that Negan is naturally good looking and charming enough that it’s so easy for him to get women. Envious of the woman that she’s beautiful and sexy enough to get a man like Negan’s attention. Envious that they can easily have what Chuck can’t. She knows that they aren’t in a relationship, because she’s pretty sure Negan doesn’t do relationships, but they still could have that kind of intimacy with another person. The kind of intimacy that Chuck would never have.

Chuck breaks down once she gets to her bedroom. All of her self hatred seems to consume her all at once. Her body is wracked with sobs and she cries into her pillow heavily. This isn’t a normal occurrence. Yes, she cried at times. Yes, she was sad. Depressed, even. But this all consuming emotion is new to Chuck. It’s part of an escalation.

She had found herself being frustrated more often, having a shorter fuse. And she was more restless. But she kept it all from her mother, not knowing how to really explain what she’s going through.

When Chuck wakes up the next morning, her whole body hurts and she has a hard time even getting out of bed. But, again, she doesn’t tell her mother when she calls her. She says that everything is fine. And her mom believes her.

But Chuck doesn’t realize that some of the pain she is feeling isn’t just because of her panic attack last night. Her body is changing and she doesn’t even know it.

Chuck’s monthly day at the office comes and she readies herself for it. They were pretty laid back there, so she just dresses casually. Though the first T-shirt she pulls out ends up being too tight around her chest. She hadn’t really seen her weight go up too much on the scale, but her clothes seemed to be fitting her differently. Her diet hadn’t changed, but she thinks that maybe it’s just her metabolism changing with age. What she doesn’t really see though, is that all the changes are to her chest and hips, making her curvier than what she was before. Giving her a more classic omega physique.

When Chuck gets back to her building, she ends up walking behind Negan. He enters the elevator before her and holds the door so it doesn’t close. Chuck is actually a bit surprised at the polite gesture, figuring that Negan wasn’t capable of being chivalrous. But that good will fades when he looks back at her after he pushes the button for the fifth floor.

“What floor, sweetheart?” he asks.

Chuck hesitates to answer.

He doesn’t even know that I’m his next door neighbor. I’ve been living beside him for four years and he doesn’t even recognize me , she thinks.

“Uh... three,” she answers without really thinking.

He pushes the button then pulls out his phone to answer some texts, completely unaware how his simple question has affected the girl beside him. Chuck tries not to let it get to her. She tries to focus on anything but the dark feeling that’s bubbling up in her chest once again. What’s the song playing in the elevator? What’s she going to eat when she gets home? What cologne is Negan wearing? It smells good.

When the door opens on the third floor, Chuck exits and starts to walk down the hall, pretending to head to her nonexistent apartment. When she hears the elevator doors close again, she turns back around and enters the stairwell.

Yeah, it was a little stupid not to just tell Negan that she was headed to the same floor he was, but she was too embarrassed.

How could he not know that I’m his neighbor? she thinks. How am I that unmemorable? What is wrong with me?

Chuck checks the hall on her actual floor to make sure Negan is in his apartment before she exits the stairwell. With the coast clear, she walks through the hallway and enters her apartment, throwing her keys and bag on the counter beside the door. Once she gets inside, she lets out a heavy breath, that same self hatred bubbling up in her again.

“Great,” she mutters to herself when she feels her eyes well up with tears. “Just great.”

The rest of the day is rough for Chuck. She tries to keep her mind occupied with anything, really. Tv, video games, a book, but that lonely, dark feeling is ever present.

About a minute after Chuck gets into bed for the night, she starts to hear Negan and his current lady friend next door.

She lets out a huff. “Really?!” She turns over on her side and pulls the pillow over her head to try to stifle the sounds. But with every minute that ticks by that Chuck can’t block out the noises, her anger rises. Eventually, she can’t take it anymore and whips her covers off of her, jumping out of the bed. She stomps out to the living room and unplugs her Bluetooth stereo, carrying it back into her room to set it up on her desk, facing Negan’s apartment.

Chuck picks up her phone from her nightstand and opens Spotify, intent on creating the world’s least sexy playlist. The Mickey Mouse Club theme song, Cat’s in the Cradle, Tiptoe Through the Tulips, How much is that Doggy in the Window, and some random songs from the Christian rock channel soon blast out of Chuck’s speakers.

Yeah, it’s petty. And it’s certainly not a thing that Chuck would normally do, but she just couldn’t take it anymore.

The next morning, Chuck is woken up by a pounding on her front door. After she gets over the initial shock of being rudely awoken, she remembers everything that went on last night.

“Oh, god,” she whispers when she realizes who is probably at the door. “Oh, no no no.” She scrambles off the couch and searches for something to put on, because she’s certainly not answering the door in just her tank top and sleep shorts. Just as she finds her hoodie and pulls it over her head, there is more pounding at the door.

“Jeez,” she mutters and unlocks the door, pulling it open slightly.

The exact person she thought is standing before her, looking angry to boot. But his expression changes to confusion pretty quick.

When Negan had decided to his confront his neighbor, he realized that he actually didn’t know who it was. C. Langdon is the name on the mailbox beside his, but for the life of him, he can’t picture the person. They must be a shut in, because he never sees them coming or going. Probably on welfare or disability or something. But what he sees when the door opens completely confuses him.

Negan stares at the girl a moment before speaking. “You got parents?” he asks. The girl doesn’t look like she’s out of her teens to him. But he thought all the tenants with families lived on the first two floors.

Chuck scrunches up her face. “Of course I have parents,” she bites back with uncharacteristic attitude. She was never one to talk back, but she’s finding it increasingly hard to control herself.

He lets out a huff. “Don’t be a smartass, kid.” He’s used to dealing with teenagers from when he used to be a gym coach years ago. And right now, he’s thinking that he doesn’t miss it one bit. “Is your mom or dad here?”

Chuck is confused for a moment until she realizes that Negan thinks she’s a teenager. It’s not exactly new to her; people always think she’s young. But for some reason, it annoys her endlessly hearing it from Negan. “I’m twenty five,” she barks. “And this is my apartment.”

At first, Negan doesn’t believe it, because the girl standing before him looks very young. But he knows her apartment is set up exactly like his. It makes more sense that only a single person would live there. And he knows C. Langdon has lived there for a few years. So her being twenty five seems to fit.

None of that matters anyway because Negan suddenly remembers why he knocked on this girl’s door. “So, you think that shit you pulled last night was fuckin’ funny?”

Chuck knows that she should be ashamed about what she did last night because it was childish and petty, but she’s really not. In her eyes, Negan deserved it. And, maybe she should be more cautious about having an angry alpha on her doorstep. Despite that, she doesn’t back off. “Actually, I thought it was hilarious.”

Negan chuckles darkly. “Well,” he leans forward, “ I didn’t find it fuckin’ funny, little girl.”

That just rubs Chuck the wrong way. “Don’t call me a little girl. I’m an adult,” she asserts.

Negan looks down at her and thinks that she couldn’t possibly look less like an adult if she tried. So he laughs at her. “Alright, princess .”

“My name is Chuck .”

“What the fuck kind of name is that?”

“What kind of name is Negan ?” she retorts.

He lets out a huff from his flared nostrils. This girl is getting on his nerves. “Listen, princess, that shit you did cost me a night of fucking cuz my date couldn’t stand the shit you were playing. So don’t fuckin’ do it again.”

“Maybe keep it down a little and I won’t.”

A smirk forms on his face. “I can’t help it if I give a good dicking.”

Chuck scrunches up her face. “You’re disgusting.”

That’s not the first time he’s heard that, but for some reason, it bothers him coming from her. So, of course, instead of backing off, he pushes forward. “Maybe you just need a good dicking, yourself. It might help to remove that fuckin’ stick you got up your ass.”

Chuck is taken aback at that. She’s offended and hurt. And it takes the fight right out of her. Without knowing it, Negan had hit a pressure point of hers and it leaves her reeling. The only thing she could do is slam the door in his face. And that’s exactly what she does.

Negan pulls his head back at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding being hit on the nose by the swinging door. He’s still angry, though. He leans on the door, placing his mouth close to it and calls out, “Oh, little girl. You have no idea the shit storm you just brought down on yourself.”

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