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[girlbossblackbeard]

S2 TRAILER ANALYSIS WITH 1 BILLION SCREENSHOTS

obligatory warning that this post is gonna be SOOOOOOOOOOOOO foolishly long and rambling with all my silly little theories and thoughts and if you ALSO have silly little theories and thoughts you should ABSOLUTELY share them here please!!!! we can clown so much harder when our cacophonous honking harmonizes!!!!!!!

NOW ONTO THE POST (putting it under a read more so tumblr doesn't literally explode):

-the revenge looks BUSTED AF: i don't know if this is from general disrepair when ed is in his kraken era or if she was in a battle but her sails are all dirty in the opening shot of the trailer, and later we see stede on her deck with tattered sails and ropes everywhere, AND i'm like 99% sure that the shot of buttons ziplining from one ship to another is him going from the Chinese warfleet ship to the revenge, which i'm guessing is essentially stuck bc the sails are so torn they would never be able to catch the wind strongly enough to move her. I also wonder if the shot of roach shooting a canon at something is him shooting a canon at her since we had all those allusions to her exploding from samba, vico, and david on twitter all those months ago

-stede's earring: he DOES NOT HAVE THE EARRING when we see him lying on the deck next to roach and sighing dramatically nor does he have it during his conversation with Olu about stede dumping him, but he DOES have the earring in later shots like the beach english fight and when he's talking about being a failure his whole life which means WE WILL GET TO SEE STEDE GET HIS EAR PIERCED!!!!!!!!!! we'll get to see him make the decision to look even hotter and who knows who does the piercing for him idk!!!!!! @sluterastede had a dastardly beautiful thought in her brain about ed giving stede the piercing and stede making groaning noises and izzy once again thinking they're flapping their jacks right there on the deck in front of god and everybody!!!!!

-stede is spilling his heart out ("i let him down. i should've just told him how i feel") to susan on her ship (you can tell it's her by the long hair)

-interesting that there's a drawing of a donkey next to ed's wanted poster considering s1 had the line "a rich donkey is still a donkey". also i can't really read what the surrounding posters say other than "WANTED 20 GUINEAS". is this in the republic of pirates?

-stede says "i will find him" meaning ed may be actively avoiding stede at the beginning of the season???? (or the basic laws of travel physics have finally caught up to them)

-"look, captain, you know blackbeard's gonna murder you" i just think it's interesting that Olu is referring to him as blackbeard again even though ed told everyone in his pink robe era to call him ed. like it makes sense that he'd say blackbeard considering ed is on a rampage but it just made my brain wheels start spinning

-the Kraken crew are eating cake :)

-ed is holding a torch while letting the storm rain down on him: i don't think the laugh we hear is his because i don't think his mouth is even open during that slow-mo shot

-STEDE with a TEAR in his EYE as he says "i think i hurt him pretty bad"

-ed sobbing on the floor while the little bride cake topper is next to his head

-ed choking on the weed smoke i'm ACTUALLY crying, but also: where the fuck is ed when he's sitting in the chair smoking??? i thought it was on deck at first bc above his head is really dark and it looks like the lanterns we see on the deck of the revenge but there's a chandelier too?? it might be whatever shop Anne Bonny and her friend "you two know each other?" run bc behind ed in that chair is just a bunch of random furniture and a chandelier like we see when ed and stede are at the market. in fact, i think ed is smoking with Anne Bonny because I think that's her hand in the corner of that shot:

-"no more booze, no more drugs, and no more _____" not sure what the end of that sentence could be but we know that the "stede" that was put in there is NOT what he actually says!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-"you two know each other?" now hold on a sec because it kinda sounds like stede met Anne Bonny and Co. separately from Ed/before that market scene (maybe in the teaser clip of Anne on Stede's lap??) WHAT IF WE GET THE AITA SCENARIO WHERE ED AND STEDE TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR VERSION OF EVENTS AND NO ONE REALIZES THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT EACH OTHER UNTIL THAT MOMENT BC THEY'RE BOTH SO BIASED ABOUT ONE ANOTHER

-the evil guy definitely got his nose sliced off by Jackie. good for her :D I also don't think the evil guy is Hornigold, i'm still holding onto my theory that the man in the white rags we saw in the teaser and this trailer is hornigold's "ghost" that ed needs to contend with to find his inner peace or whatever a la stede with nigel's "ghost". but i DO think the evil guy is the rich prince dude from that leaked audition tape from rhys's friend. if memory serves, the guy wants to buy his way into the pirate lifestyle but he's pompous and entitled which makes him reckless. based off the production stills we also got today, he still had a nose when he went into Spanish Jackie's...but i don't think he leaves with one. so because he gets butthurt over invading a space that was NOT meant for him and faces the consequences of purposely disobeying their customs, he defects to the english navy and goes on a rampage against all piracy, very MRA energy :/ also, later izzy says to him "you don't know the first thing about piracy" which would further support that this guy just tried to buy his way in

-izzy gets an honest-to-god pegleg but he doesn't start the season off with it because we see him in several shots with both legs, like the wedding raid and swordfighting stede on the beach. unsure if he loses it due to infection from the toe situation or if he gets shot in the knee like i've seen some posts talk about, but @sluterastede mentioned that one of the leaked audition tapes for archie included dialogue about an amputation so maybe that character has to uh. Get Her Roach On

-as i mentioned before with the teaser analysis, izzy is clearly training stede for something and now im guessing it's the english but like we kinda knew that !

-olu is in a bar fight??

-THE "ED GETS CAUGHT IN A BUCKET ON A ROPE DURING THE STORM AND GOES OVERBOARD" THEORY IS OUT. THE "ED TIES HIMSELF TO A MF BIG ASS ROCK AND JUMPS OFF A GOD DAMN CLIFF TO GO ON SOME SOUL-SEARCHING JOURNEY UNDER THE SEA" THEORY IS IN. and what the FUCK is the rag man doing with ed up on that cliff hello?????? if my theory is correct and that is in fact hornigold's ghost or whatever, what advice or harmful shit is he saying that makes ed do that?????????????????????? but do note the large rock with the rope around it in the first pic

-the revenge crew is blowing up SOMETHING on the side of a building. maybe to cause a distraction or gain access inside the building? is it the side of Spanish Jackie's?? also hiiiiiiii lucius <3

-"our entire escape relies on this" i'm just assuming they're trying to escape from the english bc that seems to be the Big Bad of the season??

-not plot related but during the rope swinging training session izzy slaps stede on the ass and makes this face (sir??????):

>he also has his pegleg here so their mentorship may ramp up after izzy is out of commission for hand-to-hand combat. maybe izzy was supposed to have a larger fighting role alongside ed in defeating the english but once he became incapacitated he realized he would need to train someone else up for the job so ed would be sufficiently protected. but it also had to be someone izzy knew would be willing to die for ed to save his life if it came to that, just like izzy would

-"i've been a failure my whole life. it's not so bad once you get used to it" is stede talking to ed here? is that ed's hair in the corner of the frame??

>side note: as mentioned above, stede also has his earring by this point!!

-"you're going through that 'if i was a regular dude' phase" first of all, SPANISH JACKIE AND EDWARD TEACH BEST FRIENDS TRUTHERS RISE UP. second, why would ed be considered a regular dude now?? how did he lose his reputation? did he willingly give it up or was it taken from him? is this permanent or just temporary? or did he fake his own death with the cliff and the rock thing so he could retire and live a more normal life?? the swede doesn't seem scared of him at all in the final clip from the trailer, straight up asking him if he's poor and going "back to basics". of course, that could just be a power trip from being one of Jackie's newest husbands (or at least her waitstaff)

-possibly totally minor/just a continuity error thing, but: ed has a red ring. we saw it in s1 as he picks up the rather fine cashmere and we see it as ed dramatically drapes himself across the ship's helm with his head on his hand. we do not see it in the scene where he's smoking (see above) or the scene where he's talking to the rabbit. now, if you'll allow me a little bit of clownery for a moment, red has been explicitly coded in this show to be a symbol of love/the heart, especially as it pertains to edward like his red silk scarf as a metaphor for his heart in s1. what if. what if he. gave the red ring (his heart) to. SomeOne. because.....................because his heart belongs to st--[GUNSHOTS]

-olu, jim, and archie with garlic around their necks and making a cross with their fingers - clearly they think someone is a vampire on the ship. @sluterastede proposed it could be izzy, especially if he's on the brink of death due to an infection and frenchie managed to spread his superstitions to other people on the ship!

-THIS FUCKIN GUY. WHO ARE YOU??? it seems like he kidnaps stede and his crew and throws a party on the ship and drugs the drinks which is why everyone is kinda tripping/laughing in some parts. but then everyone gets tied down (stede to the mast, wee john's hands get squished, olu and roach's heads get squished, and jim and archie's feet get secured to the ship's railing i think??). also that wide shot is definitely the rando dude hitting some shrill high note at the same moment the revenge crew cry out in pain from all the squishing (except maybe jim and archie - they might just be laughing at the others bc they're badasses and this pain is nothing). also don't know what the guy is looking at when we first see him but im thinking maybe it's a wanted poster of stede and he's looking at the description of the gentleman pirate to confirm it's the dude right in front of him/that he's captured?? also i think roach is wearing flowers from the drug party in his apron when he fires that canon, so maybe he's tripping too and shoots a canon?? i need a prayer circle for the revenge's safety at this time

-stede has a bullet hole???????????????? did ed fucking shoot him in the heart?????????????????????????? he also notably does NOT have the earring in this scene but he does have the sexy stiddies (blue) shirt like we see in the other shot where he DOES have the earring. maybe this weirdo dude pierces stede's ear bc he thinks stede needs to look more piratey?? or stede gets absolutely sloshed (or drugged) and gets his ear pierced idk !!! maybe jim does it bc they're effortlessly cool and has a bunch of ear piercings!!!

-idk if this is a coincidence or not but i'm pretty sure stede in his training scenes with izzy is wearing the clothes he wore in that final shot of s1 as he rows to find the crew on the island (white linen shirt, dark pants, brown belt and boots). so either costume changes are happening later in the season, they're reusing outfits like normal people do, or the training montage happens extremely early on in the season

-so originally with the teaser trailer i thought ed falling in the water was followed by the shot of ed coming out of the water on the beach. i don't know if i fully believe that anymore because ed is NOT wearing his jacket on the cliff (see above), but he IS wearing it as he comes up out of the water, so either it's two different events and ed just spends a lot of time in the water this season or he puts his jacket on before jumping off the cliff

-ed his holding his right side as he slashes that dude on the beach so he definitely got hurt in battle but i hope it's not him getting stabbed bc ur supposed to cleverly take the sword on the left where all the unimportant bits are :(((

-I VERY STRONGLY BELIEVE that the person in the scene where stede turns around and shoots his gun into the air and everyone else on deck suddenly draws their weapons against that person is our boy lucius!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's wearing a beret?????????? @sluterastede proposed that lucius got picked up by the english navy after getting thrown overboard and that's why we see him in the english navy garb (which we later see frenchie in too?? i believe an infiltration fuckery is afoot). also the fact that the shot immediately after this one is of Black Pete doing a happy little fist pump which i'm choosing to interpret as a cute little easter egg symbolizing Pete gets reunited with his love. i also also also believe lucius is in the shot of buttons about to zipline from one ship to the other. i missed him :')

-okay i know i said in an earlier post that stede running across the beach was romantic but i changed my mind and i think izzy is just making stede do cardio as part of his training lol. his outfit matches the one he's wearing when swordfighting izzy in that earlier wideshot and i think he even still has the scarf belt and the full beard in both scenes (explained at the end of this post via production stills) so maybe they have an honest to god training montage that takes course over several days and we get an incredible 80s powerballad to play on top of it while stede thinks of ed to motivate him or whatever. david jenkins hire me to help write season 3 i have ideas

-i think jim is behind stede as he breaks into the weirdly religious room we saw in the teaser when stede punches that guy??

-ed is pretty bloodied in the shot of stede leaning over him and saying VERY worriedly "ed????" so my theory is that ed got hurt in battle or he was taken captive by the Chinese warfleet and stede was worried he was grievously injured. however, once ed comes to and realizes who's kneeling over him, he gets pissed and headbutts stede because he's still mad at him for breaking his heart, and maybe his hands are restrained/his body is too weak so he can't push stede away. or maybe they had to begrudgingly work together on some mission and stede fucked it up and ed got hurt so he's mad about that idk!! ALSO HE'S WEARING THE CRAVAT HELLO

-ed in buttons's shirt looking so PEACEFUL what the HELL. obviously it's from the same general time as him being in Spanish Jackie's when she's talking to him about being a regular dude and later when the swede asks him if he's poor addkjfajdfhlkefh i fucking love this show and its writing so much. but ed says "no, i'm just trying something different man >:/" so i wonder if this is ed at the end of s2 or if this is more towards the middle as he's still in the thick of his healing journey. maybe buttons teaches ed about meditation and/or the tai chi he practiced with the Chinese warfleet crew??

-the BTS production still of ed with his "trust no one" tattoo also features what i believe is the treasure chest we see jim carrying off the ship in the shot where fang is smashing two dudes' heads together!

-i also think the BTS production still of stede with the beard is early on in ep 1 because he has a full beard (that im hoping someone on the revenge bullies him into shaving off to the scruff we see in the rest of the promo materials) and ALSO because he's wearing a long red scarf around his waist, which we never see again in any of the other promo material - except, however, around his neck as a makeshift cravat:

>it's the same exact material and everything! my guess is he gets his ass handed to him in a fight (maybe against izzy??) and his scarf belt gets destroyed, so he repurposes the shredded fabric into his necktie

-there's literal gold bars in the background of this production still lmao the kraken crew got BUSY during ed's goth era

>speaking of, the fucking hair dye dripping down izzy's forehead in this production still:

*sad clown noises*

in conclusion:

WE'RE BACK BABEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

anyway that's my second dissertation on less than 2 minutes of content that turned out to be quite literally 6 pages long :)

[skenpiel]

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Rules: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: You two have one rule when it comes to your hookups: don't fall in love. So what happens when one of you breaks that rule? (based on a anon request that Tumblr ATE UP)

wc: 1.8k

tw: NSFW

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You're riding him as fast as you can, hands cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

"God, this feels so damn good," Suguru hisses beneath you, eyes holding yours captive. His hand moves away from your left breast, sliding down your stomach and resting on your clit.

"Mmm... Su..." you breathe, your hands pressed on either side of him as your hips slam into his. "That's perfect."

Panting, sweating messes. That's what you're both reduced to every Friday evening when he comes through your door and fucks you until you can't walk. And he leaves before sun-up, just as you ask, placing the spare key beneath the mat at the door after he locks up behind himself.

"You gonna cum soon?" Suguru wonders, but not because he wants to rush you. No, you look down in those onyx eyes and see his desire to withhold himself from cumming for just a little bit longer. He wants to feel your walls rock against his length for as long as he can before giving himself up to you. Suguru loves it when you spasm around his cock - and loves it when you squirt even more - but every single time, he cums right after you. It's not because he's weak; no, that's never been the case.

Your pleasure means so much to him. And when he delivers you the best, toe-curling orgasm of the week, you can't help but let yourself indulge in the sensations and ride it out as well.

But the first caveat to your little arrangement was Rule #1: that neither of you could fall in love. The moment one of you catches feelings, it's over. And you were starting to see that it could very well be Suguru that catches feelings, just like all of the ones who came before him.

The only difference between them and this black-haired devil beneath you was that he'd not only lasted a full six months, but he was the only one that could truly satisfy you. You never felt like Suguru used you as a fuck toy or masturbated into your body just for the feeling of a warm cunt surrounding his twitching cock. Your pleasure meant something to him, even if he left before daylight.

Those are your rules, however.

Soft lips bring you back to the present, and a gentle scrape of the teeth against the flesh of your breast makes you moan loudly.

"Suguru, I--"

"Hush, y/n," he mutters, tongue darting out to flick your nipple. "I'm not done with you yet."

Rule #2: no pet names. And he'd stuck to it, only calling you by your name as he fucked you into the couch, or moaned your name as you came around his length.

"Fuck..." you breathe as he sucks on your breasts over and over again, switching between the two at his leisure. And still, he's bouncing you on his dick, making you shudder.

Rule #3: Condoms. Every. Single. Time. And Suguru never came empty-handed.

You'd gotten rid of men the first time they came over without a condom and blamed it on their brain, even though you kept a stash hidden in the bottom cabinet of the bathroom. Those were reserved for hookups with men who weren't on your schedule or for when you used your strap-on; not for "forgetful" people.

"Oh, shit," you breathe. "I think I'm going to cum..." Suguru nods, pressing you against his chest and speeding up his strokes.

God damn, he's intuitive, you think as he brings you to the edge and tips you over like only he can. When you shudder and whimper in his ear, Suguru grunts softly, hips stuttering as he cums right behind you. It's always been like this, you muse, kissing the man deeply and with feeling. It's never going to change.

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Change comes when you first step into the high-end department store, and you spot a silk gold and black tie hanging on a display.

"Suguru would like that," you think aloud, imaging him tying it on just like he takes them off before wrapping them around your h-- You smack your cheek, waking yourself up from the semi-lewd fantasy. You forget all about the occurrence until you pass by the cologne department, and catch a whiff of a familiar scent.

"Miss," you ask, stopping in front of an associate. "What's that scent?" When the lady rattles off some famous cologne brand, you inhale the fresh scent again, suddenly transported to the time you buried your face in Suguru's neck and smelled his hair for the first time. "Thank you," you quickly mutter, and walk away from the counter as fast as you can. Your hands begin to shake as you place the shoes you just bought on, looking at them in the store mirror right as the words 'maybe I should ask Suguru how they look' rolls through your mind.

Your assigned stylist gives you a frightened glance as you growl and take the shoes off, stuffing them back into the box in her hands as you hiss, "I'll take them."

What the hell is happening to me? you wonder as you drive home impatiently, honking at every person who minorly inconveniences you as you speed down the highway. It's not even Friday, but thrice you've thought about asking Suguru to come over and spend time with you. Three times!

You drop your keys onto the counter and sit on your couch, burying your hands in your face as you think, think, think...

Cancel with Ryoma. Cancel with Aizen. Cancel, cancel, cancel...

You shoot off various text messages in a short amount of time, cutting the other five men out of the schedule. You can find others to fit into Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday if you need to. You just need it to be Friday and fast.

"Hello?" the soft voice murmurs when you dial - picked up on the second ring.

"Hey," you whisper nervously. "Um, Monday canceled and I'm feeling a little stressed. Are you free tonight?" Some papers shift around in the background, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer. It seems like forever until you hear:

"Yeah, let me finish up at the office. I'll be there around seven, alright?"

"Alright." You hang up just as a rush of adrenaline pumps through you, making you shower and dress with vigor. You even put on the new shoes and a nice set of lingerie to match. All for Suguru. You tie a robe over yourself and sit at your computer - it's six-fifteen - to do some work as a distraction. And it proves fruitful because when the doorbell rings, it's seven o'clock.

You straighten your robe and walk to the door, fixing your hair before opening it up and grinning at Suguru, who is still dressed in his slacks and a button-down shirt. The top button is open slightly and his sleeves are bunched up around his elbows, but he offers you his sweet smile as well, stepping into the house with ease.

"You look really nice. Are those new shoes?" he asks, tossing his jacket over the back of the couch and turning back to you.

"Why yes, they are," you sing, walking toward him slowly, leisurely. "Do you like them?"

"Do you care?" Suguru wonders, cupping your chin and kissing your lips gently. "I'm going to take them off of you in a second anyways."

"You have all night to think about that," you tease, tugging him toward your bedroom. "But I'd prefer you let me wear them while you fuck me." Suguru lets out a surprised chuckle, following you into the room and shutting the door behind him.

But even after he's fucked you senseless, you can't sleep. Your earlier thoughts haunt you and a twinge of guilt eats at your brain as you lay against a sleeping Su, head resting on his chest as he holds you close. Even when you see the clock hours change from ten to eleven, to twelve to three am, you can't help but dread the moment when he would awake and leave you alone in the bedroom.

And when six o'clock comes, his watch buzzes on the nightstand, shaking him from his hazy sleep.

Your fingers curl into his side, and Suguru groans, rubbing his eyes.

"You awake?" he whispers into the darkness, but you don't reply, hoping he would just lay there for a few minutes more. "Y/n? Your heart is beating a mile a minute."

"So?"

"So..." He shifts up, petting your hair gently. "I think we need to talk." Your heart plummets into your stomach, and you try not to react sharply, but Suguru clears his throat as he turns on the bedside lamp. You look up into his black eyes, and he blinks in the light, biting his bottom lip at the sight of you fully awake. "Why did you call me over here and not anyone else?" You fumble for an answer, but thinking of a lie just wouldn't do. Not for Suguru. "Aren't you breaking your rule?"

"No," you counter, sitting up straight. "I'm not falling in love with you. Your dick, maybe. But not you." The look in his eyes tells you that he knows you're lying. You hang your head, fighting back an apology.

"We should call this off if that's the case."

"No," you whisper, shaking your head. "I don't want that."

"I don't want that either," Suguru murmurs, tilting your chin up with his fingers. "But what happens if you go back to..." You sigh, looking away. "I'm a jealous lover, y/n. I'm not the kind to play around with."

"And I won't," you reply, head snapping back to meet his eyes. "I..." you exhale shakily. "I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was at Bergdorf's." The admission doesn't shock Suguru, but he does clasp his hands together. "Everything reminded me of you, and I--" You break off, hands shaking. "I'm scared."

"Have you discussed this with anyone else?" The question implies the obvious, and you look to your phone, opening it up and letting him see the contacts "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, Sunday" all with the same message:

Sorry, I have to cancel our weekly rendevous. Hope you understand.

"Am I saved as Friday?" Suguru chuckles, but you scroll down a little more, and his name pops up: Suguru Geto.

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head.

"I'm the special one, huh?" You turn his head toward you, leaning in to kiss him on the lips once.

"Please, let me break my rules for you." Suguru groans, leaning into your touch and kissing your palm in response.

"Let me start right now then, babe. And don't worry, we'll take it one rule at a time." You giggle as he tosses your phone aside and leans into you, kissing you just like he did before and switching off the light as daybreak comes.

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[aliciaandandrea]

Family Friend - Zayn Oneshot Part 2 (FULL)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Damn okay it has been 7 years since I posted the part 2 preview of this oneshot. I haven’t been active on tumblr for a couple of years so this might be weird for my new followers, and I don’t even know if people still read smut now a days. But I’ve gotten notifications about people liking the posts on this series plus I received messages about the full part 2 of this series over the years. So to those people who messaged me and/or for those people who wanted an update, this is for you (just a disclaimer: I was 18 when I wrote the preview and am now 25...so if this is cringy or you think I’ve lost my touch, I apologize LOL):

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It has been a week since the cottage and I haven’t heard from Zayn since. I should have saw it coming. We almost hooked up, but I’m glad we didn’t, especially with that attitude of his. I was going through my phone and I decided to text Shawn, who’s been my crush before Zayn entered back into the picture.

“Heyy Shawn…” I texted him. “Hey Y/N :) Whats up?” he texted back. “Bored as always, you?” I asked “Same, I feel like we haven’t hung out at all this summer :(” he wrote. “lol thats because we haven’t” I texted. “Well let me make it up to you. My friend and his gf are goin to the movies tonight and asked if I wanted to go…I don’t wanna be the third wheel…do you wanna join?”he texted me. Did this guy just ask me out? “I’d love to :), just text me the details.” I texted back. And he did just that. I put on my low cut grey graphic tank with a black bralette under it and my black maxi skirt, while putting my hair up in a half up-do and keeping my makeup natural.

Before I could touch up my doorbell rang. I opened the door thinking it was Shawn but then stormed inside Zayn with no explanation. “What do you want?” I said bitterly as I closed the door after he walked inside. “You can’t fucking call me back?” he said looking at me. “What the hell are you talking about Zayn” I said walking up to him. “What do you call this?” he said tossing me his phone. On the screen was his call log, He’s called me once every day, except..that wasn’t my number. It was a fake one I gave as a joke when he asked for it one day. “Zayn that's not my number,” I said giving back his phone. “What the fuck is your problem then? You know I have fucking feelings for you !” He said fed up. I didn't know what to say. He just told me he had feelings for me. “Zayn..I..” I said trying to hold his hand but he pulled it away and turned away from me. “Fine. You wanna behave like that go ahead. And don't fucking tell me that I’m playing you. You’ve been teasing me ever since you found out that I liked you and then you almost hookup with me leaving me with a hickey that was hard to explain at dinner with mine and your parents and then you don't even fucking talk or try to reach out to me in a week. Don’t you even go there.” I said angrily. At this point we were both pissed. We managed to both profess our feelings and hatred towards each other…all at the same time. We were going to either end up fucking on my couch or wrestle on it. “Did you not see the phone calls that I supposedly made out to you. And why the fuck have I been hearing from people that you’ve been sleeping around with other guys?” “What the fuck Zayn? You hear anything you want to believe don't you. This entire time I’ve been thinking of you, you idiot.” I said as he chuckled. He composed himself then stared at me, “Where the fuck are you going?” “To the movies..with Shawn.” I said looking down. “And this is what I’m talking about, you’re going out with a loser and trying to get laid with that outfit.” he said as his body tensed up, looking up and down at me. At that point I was pissed, but I was not going to let that jerk ruin my night. We both stared at each other angrily. My ringtone broke the silence, Shawn was calling me. “Hey Shawn,” I said out loud for Zayn to here as I glared at him. He shot me an irritated look. “Yeah I’ll be there soon, can’t wait to finally see you,” I flirted with Shawn making Zayn jealous. “Yeah its been a long time,” I said as I ‘accidentally’ put my phone on speaker so Zayn could hear. “Maybe you could stay over for breakfast,” Shawn joked but that's when Zayn snapped. He grabbed my phone, hung it up and threw it onto the couch. He looked at me with a lustful look as I furrowed my eyebrows at him, but was secretly loving the fact that he was jealous. Jealous Zayn was probably my favorite Zayn. “That’s it,” he growled at me as he threw me over his shoulder. “Zayn put me down!! What the fuck are you doing??” I said playing victim, even though I knew what he was going to do. “Something I should have done a long time ago.” Zayn said as he kicked the door shut and threw me onto my bed. “I don’t know what you think you’re about to do right now, but I’ve got a date to get to tonight” I said eyeing him as he climbed on top of me. “Yeah?”. Zayn asked as he bit my bottom lip causing me to let out a little whimper, “What was his name again?”, Zayn asked as he was kissing my jawline and biting the sensitive area. I blanked out for a good few seconds, wanting to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, but I couldn’t let him win this one. “Ohh yess Shawn..” I moaned to irritate Zayn while pulling his hair. He stared me down but before we could continue, the doorbell rang. “Fuck”, Zayn said as he got off me. Zayn got to the door before I could and of course there was Shawn looking confused as to why there was a man at my house with disheveled hair.

“Hey Y/N..” Shawn said to me, as Zayn stared daggers. “Can we help you?” Zayn asked, "We’re in the middle of something important, so it’d be great if you can, I don’t know, fuck off?” he continued with a smirk. “Sorry, Shawn, I’m ready we can go,” I said to him before turning back to get my bag. “I don’t know where you think you’re going,” Zayn said looking at me before turning back to Shawn. “You know what, maybe we can go out another time, I didn’t realize - ...” Shawn started to say before getting rudely interrupted by Zayn who said “Didn’t realize what? That she already had a boyfriend? Fuck off now will you.” Zayn shuts the door on Shawn, and blocks me from trying to open it.

“What the fuck are you doing Zayn?” I asked trying to move him to open the door. He gently grabs my wrists and looked into my eyes, “We need to finish what we started”, he says hungrily. I manage to free my wrists, push Zayn against the door, then proceed to walk away from him, “In your dreams“ I say flipping him off from behind me. Before I know it Zayn has picked me up bridal style and is taking me back to my bed. We’ve reached a point where we both want this to happen, as deep down we knew something had to be done with the intense sexual tension between us. I was torn between wanting to fuck like wild animals vs wanting to make slow and passionate love, to take our time and explore each other with the limited time frame we had. As if he read my mind, “Slow or rough?” Zayn asks as we arrive at the foot of the bed.

“Both”, I said as Zayn dropped me on top of the bed for the 2nd time tonight. He stood over me, slowly taking off his Denim Jacket, leaving him in his baggy grey t-shirt and black jeans. I looked at him impatiently, wanting to help him get out of his clothes, but he just smirked at me and said “Well, you said both”. Fine, he can take his time, but I’m not gonna wait any longer as I knew my parents were coming back home from their night out. I knelt on the bed in-front of him taking off my low cut grey graphic tank revealing the lacy black bralette under it, then pushed my girls into him aching for him to touch me. But he just stood there staring into my eyes, as he took off his baggy grey t-shirt. “What is he doing”, I thought to myself, “What are WE doing, playing follow the leader?”. It was getting too much for me, I needed him. I grabbed his face but decided to tease him by gently having our lips barely touch. “We don’t have much time, my parents might come home soon”, I whispered against his lips, desperate for him to give in. “What?” he said pulling back a little. “My parents might be home soon, plus -” Zayn stops me from continuing. “I want to take my time with you. And I know you need all of me. If we’re going to this, I don’t want a few minutes with you, I want you for as long as I can have you.” Zayn says holding my face. Look I know I could have shut my mouth and not brought up the fact that my parents were going to come home soon, but I couldn’t risk having them walk in on us like they almost had when we were at the cottage.

We both redressed and I walked Zayn to the door, as I needed Zayn to leave before my parents got back. “Can I have your actual number this time?” Zayn said as he pulled out his phone. I giggled and put my real number with a kiss and rose emoji as part of my contact name. “I’ll text you,” Zayn says before he opens the door. “Wait,” I said. Before I knew it I pushed him against the door again but this time I kissed him. We began making out, taking turns biting each others lips and teasing each other with our tongues. We tried to pull each other closer; I pulled on his hair as he groped me making me moan and whimper. We couldn’t get enough of each other, as we got lost in our little foreplay. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar honk, and a set of keys jiggling on the other side of the door. Fucking hell, my parents were home...

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The hotel was cheap, mostly because they wanted to save money, but also because it was the only hotel close enough to where they were going to be situated. Once the daybreak hit, the boys were up and ready. By 7 am they were approaching the old farmhouse and pulling into the driveway like last time.

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The weather, and ultimately the atmosphere was considerably darker than yesterday, and though the boys would never admit it to each other, none of them slept very well. That didn’t stop Marcel from quickly getting out as much equipment as he could carry and taking it back to the tent they had set up yesterday. “Aw- jesus Tyler! You didn’t zip the door! There’s probably a shit ton of mosquitos in there now…” He complained, walking into the open tent and setting the heavy things he carried in on the table that they didn’t want to take with them. He then looked around. Yeah.. there were a few mosquitos flying around. Of course they didn’t bring bug spray either, fuck.

Tyler walks into the tent, two CPU boxes tucked in his strong arms, (brian is coming behind him with the monitors), and he throws open the already open zip up door. “What’s up mosquito bitches? Daddy’s home!” He joked nonchalantly, setting the machines on the table as well.

“Shuddup will ye? Jesus christ, a priest is gonna be here soon-” Brian starts, then get interuppted by the american who does not give a fuck. “And i’ll make him call me daddy, too.” Brian set down the monitors and nearly had a stroke fit of laughter. “Oh F’eck off.”

Evan took the last three bags of equipment from the back of the SUV, taking his time getting up the hill and to their tent. He can hear someone- something near. It whispers in his ear and tells him to run. Get out. Leave. Of course it sends a shiver down his spine and a chill deep into his bones, but he continues up the hill and tries to make out the difference between male and female in the voice he heard. It was deeper toned, a bit raspy and sad. Evan concludes male as a dark sad atmosphere starts clinging onto him. Evan sets the bags up where Tyler and Marcel want them. “When did you say he was gonna get here, Brian?”

Brian was swatting a few mosquitos out of the air when Evan asked about David. “Well, he said he’d be here probably by noon or something in his texts-” There was a loud groan from Tyler. “Are you serious? Noon? And the dude expects us not to go in until he gets here? We need to investigate.” 

“I know, I know, Tyler, Ya don’t think i’m just as pissed as you? I just want to be safe about this. You don’t-” 

“Get it?” Tyler responded, salt in his tone that cuts deep into Brian’s words. “Then help us understand. How dangerous is it really? It’s just a buncha dead guys-”

“It is not just a bunch of dead guys- are ye fockin’ stupid? Tyler, there is a demon in that house. A powerful demon who takes control of people. Controls their thoughts, how they act. Makes them do unspeakable things, tyler! You can’t just fuck with something you can’t see.”

This pisses Tyler off more, makes him give Brian the camera angrily. “Then you go in there and record with Evan. We need footage. When the priest starts to show up I’ll call you and tell you to get out of there.”

“Wh- But David said ta-” Evan took Brian by the arm and started to walk out with thi, “Ignore him, Brian. Let’s just see what we can find.”

Brian had a terrible feeling about this, but against Evan’s grip, he just complies and walks with him to the building. When they get to the front of the  building, Evan takes the camera from Brian and starts recording himself. “Alright guys, we’ve got a priest on his way, a good old friend of Brian’s by the name of David Nagles. We’re just going to go inside to see if we can find anything else before this guy shows up. Tyler and Marcel are getting everything ready to watch us from inside out base.. Alright. Let's head in one more time.” He paused the camera feed and looked to Brian, who didn’t seem too happy to be here so soon. “Hey.. It’ll be fine. You still have that holy water right?” 

Silently steaming, Brian pulls the half empty bottle, about the length of his forefinger and thickness of his thumb. He pops the cork and hands it to Evan, who, though pained at the look on his buddy’s face, applies it to the rim of his ears as Brian did before, then gives it back to its owner. The canadian sighs, looks towards the house, and then starts stepping closer. 

“Wait-!” Brian suddenly calls, grabbing Evan by the shoulder and holding him back mid-stride. “There’s someone right here-” He steps in front of the confused Evan, facing a tall shadow of a man, a crying man, multiple stab wounds carved into his chest, still bleeding. As Brian approaches the spirit, it seems to flinch back, then puff out its chest and stand taller over the lad of 6’0, mouthing curses and angry words. From the back, Evan speaks, a feeling of nausea and dizziness hitting him in the chest as he holds the camera out to see  “He-... He’s saying to leave. He wants us out, and he wants us out now.” 

“Yeah he doesn’t look too happy… Ask him his name.” 

Evan takes a deep breath and steps forward, listening carefully as words float to his ears. “Hey.. It’s alright, man. I know some bad shit happened but … What’s your name?” 

The spirit-shadow stopped yelling at them, went quiet and stared at Evan dead in the eyes, even if the living man couldn’t see him. The words he uttered sounded muffled, quieter, it sounded like he was… under water.

“J...Jon.” 

“Jon?” Evan repeated for himself and the camera. “Jon…” He looked up at where brian was looking, taking his eyes from the screen. God.. if only he could just .. see it. Then he caught the whisper of something.. “Assholes…”

ARE YOU SERIOUS-

“Why you little-” Evan started, but before he could finish his thought, Brian interrupted with a sigh. “He’s gone… Alright, let’s head inside-” As he picked up his foot to head back inside the house, putting on his big boy pants and gaining the courage one step at a time, he was jolted by the sound of a car horn. His heart racing a million miles a minute as he turned around to see who the hell is honking, he hears a distinct irish yelling of anger, and a phone call. He inhales slowly through his nose, closing his eyes in frustration and exhaling before answering the call. Before Tyler can speak or even say he’s sorry, Brian snaps. “I know he’s fockin’ here, jackass.” Then he hangs up and walks past Evan, who is staring, to the small black rented caddy. 

“The hell did I tell ye about goin’ in before I got here, ya twit? I told you- I told you specifically, Don’t go in!” He yelled loudly as he parked. Brian was beyond caring. When David pulled in next to their car rather violently, he parked the car and got out, still heated. “You-!” He starts to go off again, but Brian just holds up his hand. “Oh shove it, I’m not a goddamn baby. I was lookin’ round the porch so I wasn’t jus’ wastin’ my damn time waitin’ f’er y’er ass ta show up-”

As much as watching two Irishmen bicker is amusing, Evan stepped towards them and sighed, knowing they’d have to cut that from the video. “We didn’t go in, I swear. Thank you for coming, Father.” He wasn’t really religious, but he was respectful, and hated actual conflict that wasn’t a joke. The tall man sighed through his nose in response and turned from his friend, to the man he didn’t know. Right… be professional, Daithi. “Thank you, It’s nice to meet you, mister..?”

“Evan.” The canadian smiled, automatically reaching out his hand to shake the priest’s.

“David.” The man replied, replicating that contagious smile.

“Well, you might as well come meet the rest of our team, then we should really get started.”

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Sweet Ride

Summary: Facing the possibility of the precinct getting shut down, things get steamy between you and your boyfriend, Jake.

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Request: /

Warnings: a lot of smut! also spoilers for 4x15

Word Count: 1.852

(A/N: Due to popular demand (lol no) I’m bringing this back after tumblr deleted this fic)

     “So, this is how it ends? We’re being shut down and send off to different precincts?” you frowned at Amy after the daily morning briefing with Holt and the rest of the squad.

     “Seems like it. I mean, it’s like the Captain said, we don’t have a fancy special task force so I bet they’re gonna keep the Seven-Four up. I can’t believe it, (Y/N), we’re never gonna see each other again.”

     You could sense the distress radiating off your friend and colleague so you quickly sat down on the chair beside her desk, gripping her hand to bring her attention to you.

     “Listen to me, Amy. The precinct might get shut down but that won’t keep us from being friends. We can still see each other. I mean…Jake and I gotta figure out a way to see each other as well.”

     “Oh god, Jake and you, how could I forget about that. I’m such a horrible friend. You’re not gonna see your boyfriend ever again and I’m sitting here, complaining about not working with you anymore,” the Latina babbled on, causing you to roll your eyes at your friend.

     “Amy! Shut up. You’re bringing all of us down with you. Make the best out of the last few hours you got. Like, I don’t know, getting mentorship from the Captain,” Rosa chimed in from her desk, causing you to shoot a thankful smile in her direction.

     After Amy left to go and talk to her ‘mentor’ you let yourself fall onto your desk chair, letting out a soft sigh as you let your gaze wander around the bullpen, trying to take everything in before you’d have to leave and start at a different precinct. Even if nothing was 100% set yet, if your Captain was certain you were being shut down then surely there was no hope left, even though your boyfriend, Jake, had tried to lift up the mood by promising to find a big case and solve it before the hearing later that day. You didn’t want to admit it but you didn’t believe he’d manage it, you had lost the little sliver of confidence in the precinct after the briefing.

     “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. Don’t worry,” Rosa’s voice pulled you out of your daydream, seeing her stand in front of your desk, her arms locked in front of her chest.

     “I know, I just can’t help but worry. Thanks though, Rosa. You’re an amazing friend.”

     Giving her a soft smile you decided to work on some paperwork in order to distract yourself, trying to do the best out of the last few hours with the Nine-Nine.

     A short tap on your shoulder was what diverted your attention away from your paperwork, spinning around in your chair you came face to face with the man-child you called your boyfriend, Jacob Peralta.

     “Could I interest you in taking one last ride with me, my lady?” he tried, and miserably failed, to fake a posh accent while holding up some car keys. 

     Giving him an unimpressed glance you were just about to turn back around to continue your paperwork when Jake took your hands into his and pouted at you, “Please?”

     “Okay, okay, let me just grab my jacket and we can go,” you chuckled, letting your boyfriend pull you off your chair, grabbing your jacket in the process as he dragged you through the precinct, into the elevator and outside, where a blue Ford Mustang waited for you.

     “Jake…please tell me you didn’t buy a new car.”

     “Oh-oh no. It’s from the impound lot. Don’t worry, I don’t have the money to buy a new car,” he explained while leading you to the car, opening the door for you before jogging around the front to sit down next to you, starting the engine and driving off the parking lot of the 99th precinct of the NYPD.

     “Peralta, you’re a genius,” you imitated Holt as your boyfriend stopped the car on top of a lonely outlook outside the city.

     “Have I told you how much I love you today?” he grinned at you, pulling your face closer to you, his lips hovering over yours. 

     You whispered out a soft “Not that I remember” to tease him before finally crashing your lips onto his. There was something desperate in the kiss you shared, something needy, his hands keeping your head in place while you tangled your fingers in his soft brown locks. Letting out a sigh you quickly shimmied off your jacket, tossing it into the back of the car before you climbed over the centre console into Jake’s lap, your fingers tugging at his hair once you were seated, his hands holding your hips in place, the slight bulge in his pants pressing against your core.

     “We shouldn’t be doing this out here, or should we?” you panted against his swollen lips, your foreheads pressed together as you both tried to catch your breath.

     “We don’t have to if you don’t want to but…” Jake gently nipped at the skin of your throat, causing you to bite your lips in a hopeless attempt to muffle the noises that threatened to spill out of your mouth.

     “You’re giving convincing arguments, Peralta. Can’t argue with this logic,” you smirked before your lips collided once again, this time way more aggressive, your arms wrapped around his neck while Jake pulled you impossibly closer to his chest as your tongues engaged in a battle for dominance. 

     Clumsily you tried to get rid of your pants, parting from your boyfriend to wriggle out of them only for your elbow to hit the horn, both Jake and you jumping at the sudden loud noise. 

     Chuckling you let your head fall forward onto Jake’s shoulder, groaning in frustration, “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.”

     You quickly climbed off of his lap, sitting down in the passenger seat to remove your pants along with your panties.

     “Come to Papa,” he said while patting his bare thighs, his jeans and underwear pushed down to his knees. 

     Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend you quickly slid back over the centre console, placing your knees on either side of his hips, “You’re spending too much time with Charles, he’s rubbing off on you.”

     Without a response Jake pressed his lips back to yours, his hands finding their way to your hips, digging his fingers into your skin, causing you to whimper at the sensation. His lips parted against yours, his tongue entering your mouth as he raised up your hips which allowed you to finally lower yourself onto him, a soft groan escaping the both of you now that he finally filled you up. Your hand gripped onto the top of the leather seat, your face pressed into the nape of his neck while your moans and whimpers fill the silence inside the car, mixing together with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Jake panting at the feeling of your walls wrapped around his member. His grip on your hips tightened, rolling them forwards and backwards, his pubic bone rubbing against your sensitive clit. Hot pleasure shots through your body, the coil inside you tightening with every thrust, every roll of your hip, Jake’s hot breath brushing against your ear together with the occasional groan as he whispered dirty praises to you.

     “Fuck, Jake,” you couldn’t help but moan out, your walls fluttering around his member, causing his hips to snap up, his tip brushing deliciously against your sweet spot as you let yourself fall forward, your chests colliding as you clung onto his broad shoulders, your hips moving up and down at a face pace.

     “Shit, Jake, I-“

     “Let go, (Y/N), let go,” your boyfriend groaned, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as you felt yourself inching closer and closer to the edge with every push of his hips until you finally felt the coil inside you snap, releasing a strangled moan as you dragged Jake with you down the path of hot pleasure, his loud grunts ringing in your ears, setting every nerve inside both your bodies alight. 

     He paused for a moment as you try to catch your breath before he carefully slid out of you, a small whimper escaping you at the loss of contact. 

     Wrapping his arms around you he held you closer to him, wanting to savour every second of this moment, “I love you.”

    “I love you, t-“

    You were interrupted by a knock on the window beside you, both your heads snapping to the source of the noise only to be greeted by one Charles Boyle to stand next to the car.

    “Charles, how may we help you?” Jake asked after rolling down the window, facing your slightly annoyed colleague while you hid your face by burying it into your boyfriend’s neck, heat rising up your neck to your cheeks in embarrassment.

    “By putting on your clothes and hurrying up. We still have a case to solve, remember?”

    Waving him off, Jake quickly replied, already rolling the window back up as he did, “Yes, yes. We’ll hurry.”

    All you could hear was a muffled “Good!” before Charles finally left to go back to his car.

    “I can’t believe it,” you groaned, internally and externally cringing at the fact that Charles caught you having sex.

    “Relax,” Jake mumbled, his lips pressing against yours to help you calm down, his big hands softly holding your head in place while your fingers played with the hair in the back of his neck, your surroundings slowly fading away.

    The detective parted slightly from you, pressing his forehead against yours, “Round two?”

    “Mhm,” you nodded your head slightly, “sounds good.”

    Leaning forward again, you reconnected your lips, Jake’s tongue slipping out of his mouth to trace the outline of your lips. Just as you wanted to open your mouth a loud honk brought you both back to reality, ripping you apart as you threw your head back to let out an annoyed groan.

    “I’m going to kill him. I swear, the second our precinct is shut down, he’ll be a dead man.”

    “No, you won’t,” Jake tried to argue, only causing you to throw a glance in his direction while you climbed off his lap to pull your underwear and pants back on.

    “Don’t challenge me, Jake.”

    “I’m not,” he raised his hands in surrender before turning the engine back on to drive back to the Nine-Nine, “I’m just saying. You won’t kill him because the precinct won’t get shut down. I’ll find a way to make sure of that.”

    And as ridiculous as it had sounded to you at first, being almost completely sure that within the next few hours you’d have to say your goodbyes from the squad, Jake actually managed to save the precinct from being shut down together with the help of Gina’s fanbase, which started a petition after your boyfriend had given an inspiring speech which Gina just so happened to live stream for her fans to see.

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let me be your motivation (branjie) - holtzmanns

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AN: Just a baby fluff drabble for one of my most favourite people in the world. Hope you enjoy! The next chapter of ‘nobody knows where we might end up’ should be coming real soon. Thank you writ for betaing <3

“Bitch, you don’t even get laughing gas when you get a filling! Why do I gotta come with you?” Vanessa sulks in the passenger seat of Silky’s car, resisting the urge to prop up her feet against the dashboard. She’d been having a great time with her Love Island marathon on her day off, popcorn and all, when her roommate had practically dragged her off of the couch with no chance to argue.

“You wanna be responsible for when I get into a crash after this appointment ‘cause I’m high as hell? Have that on your conscience?” Silky doesn’t even blink as she guides them through traffic, cutting across a lane that makes at least two people honk at her.

Vanessa makes a face, not that Silky can see as she drives. “You’re just as likely to get in a crash without it. Besides, the most you’ll have is a numb tongue. The absolute worst thing will be that you won’t be able to blow anyone for a day.”

“For me, you know that’s a tragedy.” Silky lifts a hand to her forehead in a mock faint, and it makes Vanessa laugh despite herself.

Still, she points at Silky. “We getting McDonalds after this. You’re paying.” If she’s lost a couple hours of her day off, she’s going to get something out of it.

“Yeah, yeah.” Silky waves a hand airily as they walk into the dentist’s office, and Vanessa has to hold in a gasp once they pass the nondescript entrance.

“Your dentist is fucking bougie as hell, Silk.” Vanessa’s voice, even in a whisper, carries across the waiting room with marble floors and dark leather couches, soft jazz playing overhead with a fireplace on the other end of the room. “How the hell d’you afford this?”

Silky shrugs. “Beats me. My insurance covers this place, so imma take it.”

Vanessa can’t help herself from reaching out and grabbing a mint from the reception desk, popping it into her mouth as Silky checks in. “Why do they got mints in a dentist’s office? Ain’t they supposed to be against cavities?”

The receptionist hears her, smiling up with a grin that’s a little too terrifying for Vanessa’s taste. “They’re sugar free, of course.”

Vanessa returns her best fake smile, making Silky snort and the receptionist’s eyes narrow in response. “Good to know.”

Vanessa squirms in her seat beside Silky as they wait for her name to be called. Wearing shorts had seemed like a fine and dandy idea in the morning, when the humidity was overbearing and even their apartment’s air conditioning couldn’t cut through the heavy air that felt as though it was going to drown them both. Now, though, the denim shorts feel like a mistake on the leather couches, making her wince when her thighs stick to the smooth surface as she tries to move.

“Psst.” Vanessa nudges Silky, whose face is buried in a Cosmopolitan magazine from the pile of old issues on the coffee table. “Let’s go to Kiki’s afterwards. I wanna swim in her apartment’s pool.”

“I’ll probably be on bedrest or some shit after this.” Silky doesn’t even look up from her magazine. “Ooh, ‘Ten Best Sex Positions to Light a Fire in the Bedroom’. Gonna take notes from this article.”

Vanessa rolls her eyes. “Bitch, it’s just a cavity. You’ll be fine.”

Silky is about to retort when a hygienist calls out her name, causing both of them to look up. Vanessa watches as Silky grins, standing and sauntering over to the hygienist. Vanessa raises her eyebrows when Silky sticks out a hand for the hygienist to fist bump, and they raise higher when the hygienist returns it with a grin.

“S’up, Plastique?”

Vanessa wrinkles her nose. What kind of sadistic parents had named their kid Plastique? Though Vanessa can’t argue that the name isn’t fitting, with the girl’s long blonde hair and bright pink scrubs. She’s practically a Barbie.

“Nice to see you again, Silky.” The hygienist beams back at Silky and Vanessa feels like she’s having an out of body experience. Since when did her roommate make herself right at home at a rich as hell dentist’s office?

Vanessa’s dentist, in comparison, is a grumpy old man that yells at her to floss more every time she goes for a cleaning. Her dentist’s office has a waiting room that is eternally full of screaming children, rather than soft lighting and mood music the way that Silky’s is. She has half a mind to sidle up to the bitch receptionist and ask for a switch, not that the woman would be inclined to accommodate her in the least.

“Hey, mind if my good sis Vanj comes in, too? I wanna squeeze her hand while y’all are drilling into my poor tooth.” Silky nudges Plastique as she says it.

“Aw Silky, c’mon!” Vanessa can’t help the whiny voice that leaves her in protest. She’d been planning on using Silky’s appointment to enjoy the strange calmness of the waiting room while swiping through her Tinder, hoping that the rich vibe of the room would find her a rich girl to go along with it.

“Of course she can.” Plastique looks like she’s trying to hold back a laugh as she looks between the two of them, Silky’s satisfied grin and Vanessa’s pout and crossed arms making them look like a sitcom duo.

Silky sticks out a hand, grabbing Vanessa’s arm and pulling her up into a standing position. Vanessa huffs. “Damn it, Silk.”

Plastique leads them down a hallway with exam rooms and an x-ray machine, and Vanessa can’t help her double take because she’s sure that she’s never seen a dentist’s office with hardwood flooring before. Plastique turns to them as they reach the last room on the left. “I’m sure Dr. Hytes will be just fine with it. We have an extra chair in each of the rooms.”

“Of course, not a problem.” The voice is right behind Vanessa, nearly making her jump and swear out loud as she turns around. The words get stuck in her throat, though, when she finds herself looking up, up, up, to make eye contact with a blonde bombshell who appears to be a lady Dr. McDreamy.

The woman’s hair is pulled back in an immaculate bun, sharp liner making the blue in her eyes pop as she looks down at Vanessa with an amused expression. She’s wearing stilettos, and from the quality of the stitching Vanessa can tell that they’re red bottomed without even having to turn them over.

No ring on her finger, though.

Vanessa gulps, before realizing that she normally has better game than this. She stands up straight, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She can feel Silky elbow her in warning, and can almost hear her voice in her ear (‘You really gotta flirt with anything in a skirt, huh?’), but she can’t help it. Screw her for wanting to look cute in front of a full on Amazonian goddess.

Dr. Hytes looks her up and down, and Vanessa has to try her best not to fidget under her gaze. She likes what she sees, apparently, from the way that the corners of her mouth turn up. “Yeah, you can stay.”

Vanessa likes her already.

Vanessa’s in the perfect spot to watch Dr. Hytes at work, sitting on Silky’s right side and letting her squeeze her hand. The majority of Dr. Hytes’ face is covered with a surgical mask but it doesn’t stop Vanessa from being completely enthralled, watching the way her eyes narrow as she focuses on her task.

“So.” Vanessa can’t help herself from breaking the silence as Dr. Hytes works, feeling her cheeks heat up slightly as Dr. Hytes lets out a hum in assent. “You been working here long?”

“Not too long.” Dr. Hytes’ voice is muffled behind her mask. “Took over this practice as my own about three years ago.”

Vanessa whistles. “Damn, you own this place? Good on you.”

She’s a rich bitch. A real rich bitch, and Vanessa is completely smitten.

Dr. Hytes lets out a snort. “I didn’t want to work under someone else forever, you know? This way I’m my own boss.”

Vanessa has to hold herself back from saying that Dr. Hytes can boss her around any time, if only because of potential workplace harassment issues and an inevitable lecture from Silky. Still, Vanessa doesn’t have that much impulse control. “Can’t believe Silky didn’t tell me that you were her dentist. I’d switch over to you in a heartbeat.”

Dr. Hytes looks up, and Vanessa has to ignore the way that just a simple gaze makes her heart turn over in her chest. “Would you now?”

“You taking care of me? I sure would.” She can’t help but preen when it makes Dr. Hytes laugh, her eyes crinkling.

“You sure you could be quiet long enough for me to do my work?”

“Hey!” Vanessa can’t help but pout in her direction. She leans forward, winking when Dr. Hytes looks at her. “I can listen when it counts, if I really want to.”

She’s sure as hell not talking about visiting the dentist anymore, and from the gleam in her eye, neither is Dr. Hytes.

Silky’s hand shoots out to lightly bat at Vanessa’s side, making her yelp. “What, Silk?”

Silky lets out a series of muffled grumbles, making Vanessa remember that she’s in no position to currently talk. Vanessa can’t help but snicker. “You were the one wanting me to come in with you and hold your hand. This is what you gotta deal with now.”

Silky lets out another grumble and Vanessa pats her hand. “There, there. Yell at me later when your mouth ain’t all numb.”

She puts Silky out of her misery by leaning back in her seat, going back to watching Dr. Hytes work. When Dr. Hytes seats Silky back up in her chair, removing her bib and then taking off her own mask and gloves, Vanessa’s almost sad that the appointment is almost over. Even though, looking at the clock, it’s been nearly an hour. Damn.  

Silky stands up, following Dr. Hytes out of the room as she grumbles about her lips being numb and about how Vanessa needs to learn to shut her mouth sometimes. She then walks over to the reception desk to pay, and Vanessa’s all set to follow when Dr. Hytes grabs her elbow. She spins Vanessa around so that she’s facing her, back leaning against the wall.

“You can’t be a patient of mine.”

Well, okay. Ouch. Vanessa can’t help the defiant edge in her voice when she answers her. “Why not?”

“Because then, I can’t do this.” Dr. Hytes pulls out a business card, turning it over and pressing it against the wall as she scrawls something on it. Vanessa nearly gapes when she sees that it’s a phone number, labelled B.

“Well, shit.” Vanessa can’t help her grin as she looks up at Dr. Hytes and takes the card, as if she’s not doing a complete happy dance on the inside. “Like what you see, huh, Doc?“

“So cocky.” Dr. Hytes murmurs the words in Vanessa’s ear, nearly making her shiver. “Don’t make me change my mind.”

“You get some of this, you’ll wanna come back for more. Trust.” Vanessa has to suppress a smirk when she sees the way Dr. Hytes’ eyes roam over her, as if they’re not in a crowded office with hygienists and dentists and patients walking by them every other second.

“You’ll have to prove those words, then. I’ll look forward to it.” Dr. Hytes steps back then, turning on her heels to walk back down the hall, but not without one last look towards Vanessa. Hook, line, and sinker.

Vanessa waits until Dr. Hytes has slipped into another room, out of view of the hallway before doing a small fist pump. Dr. Hytes is leagues ahead of anyone else that she could have matched with on Tinder had she sat in the waiting room, hands down.

Silky stumbles towards Vanessa as they leave the office and head towards her car, hand still cradling the side of her own face. “What is that?”

Her voice is slightly slurred from the mouth numbing as she snatches the card in Vanessa’s hand. “Bitch, are you kidding me? You picked up my dentist? How the hell did you pick up my fucking dentist?”

Silky’s look is incredulous, and Vanessa can’t help her shit eating grin, shimmying in place as they walk. “It’s the Vanj charm, Silk. Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”

“Ugh. Me, that’s who.” Silky dodges her shove, tossing her the keys. “Drive me home, you fucking lesbian Casanova. Unbelievable.”

Vanessa’s in a much better mood on the drive home from the dentist than she had been on the way there, the McDonalds promised earlier somehow the absolute farthest thing from her mind. And hey, if she’s a bit eager and texts Dr. Hytes that same night, who’s to judge? Especially when Dr. Hytes’ reply comes in almost immediately, dropping the name of a restaurant that Vanessa knows has a waitlist and of course Dr. Hytes is the kind of person who doesn’t even need a reservation. Silky may have gotten her cavity fixed, but Vanessa’s the one who’s going to be able to vouch for Dr. Hytes’ sublime bedside manner, if she happens to get her way tonight. Which, by how interested Dr. Hytes had seemed in her earlier, she certainly is.

[charmed-asylum]

🔪Midnight Desire🔪

Midnight Desire, part one

Summery:  A group of seniors simple night of drinking and partying at their local grocery store. Turns for the worst when they realize they are lock in with something far more dangerous then they ever imagine

Declaimer: Midnight Desire has a few curse words and hints at some abuse. This is my very first story I am posting onto tumblr so please be kind give it a glance. Also my sweet lovers I do have dyslexia so for me to jump the head 1st and do this is a big deal for grammar might be a bit off.  I promise you a good ride from beginning to end. So buckle up and enjoy the ride. - xoxo Charmed- Asylum 

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Fire alarm sound police sirens heard off in the distance.  The noise  of such importance however is muffed from the sound of a soft cry, crying for help . Nothing can break this cry , it plead can break glass hurt even the biggest monsters. Where is this cry comes from this dark cool winter night.  As the cry becomes loud so loud that it more a scream  a bloody hand comes out of a chained cellar door.

24 Hours Earlier

Beep beep. A hand lounges out the bed and press the snooze button, old Hello Kitty stickers cover, alarm clock. Slowly getting up. A young girl around 16 with golden brown beginning of October soft skin with matching midnight sky eyes and short curly golden honey brown hair that came up to her chin.While she could ever tell from looking into a mirror her beauty would make anyone want to stop and give a second glance. A few minutes she mumble into the pillow. As the time slowly past she finally decide to get up.  Her eyes were closed as she slumped forward still in deep sleep went across the hall to the bathroom. Another girl tall with fair skin long store bought blonde hair about  18 came from behind and rushes into the bathroom before other girl can realize what was happening.  Slammed the door in her face. Upset. The girl starts knocking on the door full of rage. 

" Cora come on. I got up first. Let me in! You take forever" she said banging at the door with all her might .

 An older man in his late 40s advantage build with ash brown hair  came from  behind and quietly watch the young girl in her old Queens T shirt attacking the door like a punching bag. A smirk appears .  Music start blasting from inside the bathroom. 

" Good morning,  sweetie. Don’t worry  just come use our bathroom. Mom done and I just need to finish getting dressed Jolie" the man says smiling at her with his hand gently place on upper backside. Looking back at the door pissed she kicks the door one last time as hard as she could and follows him to the other bathroom.  As she closed the door to get ready she sees him sitting on the bed in a still daze just looking at her with a jester grind.  She glanced back at herself she never felt pretty even though her mom told her time and again she was. She had freckles across face that was a bit closer to her long lashes that blink across  she never worn makeup so her face remain bare. She always wishes she had more of Cora beauty the ones some girls are born with ones that everyone has a picture of ones that they use to paint a picture or create another barbie after. Her hair drop in front of her face. Ripped jeans that sits slightly below her waist that went with Velvet Underground t shirt that drop over her mom old denim jacket. Satisfied with what she was wearing she decided it was best to face the music and start her day.  She peak around before walking out ready to get another day over with. 

" Jolie how was your sleep last night" her mom asked. She was a bit younger than the man with a face that belongs in a museum by itself. With tired eyes  she came over and kiss Jolie on  the forehead. Smiling at her. Jolie says nothing and grab a piece of bacon and sit down on a wooden stool by the kitchen. 

The older girl skips down the stairs, pushing into Jolie causing her to spill her orange juice. Jolie looks up at the girl then starts to pick up the broken glass. The man comes from behind  her holds her back gently for a minute before helping with broken glass. Looking up with eyes that burn with a blue fire. 

" Cora it's been almost a year. You need to stop acting like a  fucking baby. Be nice to Jolie she your baby sister " he says firmly. 

Cora rolls her eyes and smirks at him. " Not my fault the loser. Does not pay attention to me or her surrounds. It’s stepsister by the way we are not related" Cora said while taking a bite out of an apple. Jolie gets up and throw the rest of broken glass in the trash. " Thanks. But it's fine. Mom how are you this morning. Take your pills" Jolie said pretending Cora said nothing.

 A gentle kiddish like laugh left her mom small plump lips as played with her curls between her white manicure nails. Kissing her cheek as she walked passed her. " I'm fine. Jojo Stop worrying about me. I’m the sick one not you. You need to be like your sister and start….. You not always guaranteed a tomorrow, Jolie Wellstone" she stops and looks at Cora putting makeup on. " You need to socialize not staying here. Maybe you should do something with Cora" she says looking at Jolie as she drinking a cup of hot green  tea. 

Jo glance at Cora as she finished her face. Thinking of other things she wants to do then do that. So far her list has living the zombie apocalypse and eating vegan food. 

A car outside honk, BEEP. Not missing a beat ,Cora excited to end this charade bounces up and rushes for the door. Jo watched Cora from the window to get a better look outside to the red convertible. A guy that looks like he came out every cliche John Hughes movie was driving while another guy was in the back smoking weed. Cora hops in the front and the guy grabs at her perfect 40C boobs and starting to make out with her before driving off. God I hate it here Looking back at the stock photo picture perfect couple she slug back into the chair and plays with her tea bag with her spoon. The man watches her as she slipped into her own thoughts then looks at mom concern. 

" Richard being so good to us. I know you understand but. ...Eventually he and Cora will be your family, Jojo. She like us not used to this. You just need to find something" mom says holding Richard hand tight. She hated when her mom use her name worst when she used her nickname. Jo looks at him then looks away back at her cup.

" I try on the behalf of the both of us, mom. It's been some really good months here. Don't want you ups..." a bus horn beeps. Saved by the bell she thought to herself.

Grabbing her bag and lunch she kiss both of them on the forehead and goes out to start her day. She was glad to leave she hated lying to her. But knowing mom she knows she already knows she always know Jo thought to herself.

 The bus is basically a collection of the body snatchers. It was an oddball of folks. The bus crew. Jolie was nothing like Cora at less not here. She was lonely and  no one could give two cents who, Jolie Wellstone was. Best way she found herself making sense of this feeling was like her birthday, it is a month that millions others she share with but  don't know. Weird way of thinking yes. But that's how she was brought up how her mom and dad taught her to be like. Only other group she talks was groups she put with because of  class. This week Ivy, Kyle, Robinson. 

School for Jolie was different since she moved . She use to jump early before the alarm go talk to her many friends give everyone a smile and high five in the hallways. She wasn't alone but ever since Richard came into her and her moms life it all she knew now. She use to be more than just a piece of space moving from classroom to classroom. Now and days Jo basically rush to class answer the questions the teacher asks right in her head.  Only once she got it wrong 5th grade health class,the human brain can read up to 1,000 words per minute . 

Lunch use to be full with laughter as she made her friends spill their milk and juice out there noise or she talk up anyone with a smile to sign her newest protest of the week. Now lunch was a time she spent by herself in the bathroom or on brave days outside by the basketball courts. She like it there because eight of ten times she would see Garrett . Nothing more then her high school crush. He had a surfer tan that was just perfect even though it was never above 60 degrees  6’5 tall glass of yummy with matching  gorgeous summer sky blue eyes and a voice that all alone made you explode.  You all had one why not to him she always says as she goes through his iBook page . Checking like it was a daily ritual. Still single. Thank you baby Jesus yes. 

They had four classes together including lunch. He was older but same age as Cora,18. Four had became her magic number so far. 4.  Four on the amount of times they talk or was close. First day bump into him , put on his team in gym, ask for a pen, and passing English Lit chapter 7 test to him. While Jo was a sophomore she had all senior classes. Something she hated  until she saw Garrett for the first time.  

Jo was a loner and sadly he was too. However, for him it was by choice. He was better at hiding it but she knew even though they never really talk outside of those four times in her months of being stuck in this hellhole. Her Winston to her Holmes. Her moon to her stars. That magic number would be something of the past after today. Today was different. It was the second to last class study hall in the library, also with Garrett and one of her favorite class. What can ever be better than reading books, doing homework, and  looking at Garrett as he had his feet kicked up on the table smoking a cigarette playing with his lighter and no care. 

Jo was simply looking at the black and white checkered floor walking to class when she saw Fred, Mr. John Hughes  and Farrah making out, Cora’s bestie and boyfriend. She knew she should've left but she couldn't  help herself but get a quick look and see. Creeping in the shadows like a ninja.  Part of her wanted to watch see what was happening out of concern. She might of had a very strong dislike of Cora , still cared. Wasn’t that she hated her just there were a lot of things she would hope happen before she admit it. Going down the list  like starve to death or god forbid not be able to see her mom, or Garrett again. The root to all her evils. Caring about others before herself. The bell rings. Being late or being caught. Very hard decision Jo turns around and bumps right into Fred . Caught red hand. 

She grabbed her things tried to make a break for it. Fred being Mr. I’m a meathead and press 450 easy was able to stop her in no time. 

" Macy right your Cora new step  sister" he says holding onto Jo bag strap. Looking at up into his storm gray eyes Jo nods. 

" It's kinda not Macy though but that's fine " Jo says trying not to stress sweat. She never spoke to him she got a few looks from his when he would pick or drop Cora off. Or when he came by one of the first days she and her mom move here and Richard had a little barbecue for them.  He does not say a word just brings himself close to her still holding onto her bag.His eyes could turn her to stone that how intense it felt What was going on between the two was nothing close to any good tension but more  like they were about to have a staring contest. He looks her once over and smile. 

 " I actually was worried seeing you  watching me until I realize who you are, Macy. Did it turn you on watching me.Like the little holy mary virgin you are ” he stops and twist her curl that dropped down into her face with his finger “That was her doing . I stop it as soon as it  started to happen. So no word right " he says in a very very serious but creepy tone his finger still twisting her curl. 

Feeling her ten seconds was up Jo nod and bolted to class without a word. Busting right into Garrett strong define chest, he held tight to her small figure a bit tight as she almost fell. He glanced back to where she came from then back down at her. That one touch almost sent her sent her places she only went to when she was alone in her room or in her dreams. She bit corner of her bottom left side of her lip as she mouth sorry and ran off embarrassed.

 After that touch by heaven moment Jo spent the rest of her day hiding from the world.  She even decided to walk the 12 minutes walk home in hops she would not bump into Fred or Garrett. Today word be bad luck Jo Jo she said to herself as she continued her walk home. The name her dad use to call her. Everyone can call her Jolie even Jo but no one but him use to call her Jo Jo that was his and his alone.

Her Mom came home from work 5 ish beat. Just in time for their alone time, watching the news and Family Feud for an hour or so. Then by 7  she would play house wife for Richard. Something she never did before. 

" It's Friday .Do you have any plans? Me and Ricky are going to the doctors then a party. Fun uh. What abo-..." her convention was interrupted by the Cora and Richard arguing in the next room. 

Which for some reason still gets her startled but for Jo it was the new normal. She and her mom never was as vocal as they was but after the fifth scream match it shock value lesson . Cora lungs her bag on the floor and stomps up stairs. Richard loosens his tie and un bottom a few bottoms from his shirt walk into the living room, where Jo and mom was at.  Watching the real Family Feud in front of them. Kissing both of them on the forehead. He pushes his way between Jo and her mom putting one arm tight around Jo shoulder. And like a switch of the light her mom got up to mostly likely continue her housewife duties. Jo never understand why she did it. She never did that before but she was young. She could not remember how much time past when Richard stop talking to her and they got up to do something. 

She had to get away from him as far as she could. Walking pass Cora’s bedroom door. She peeks in like the weirdo she is to see if Cora was hot gluing her face on. Covering the evil witch that she was. Why a witch easy because she can make everyone foul that she actually nice. Nope. Just on the phone talking. As she started to walk pass. She stops and turns around back into the lion dean.

"Cora we need to talk" she said blunty. Why What uh. The simple thoughts started flashing in her mind. Cora chewing on gum rolls her eyes and continue to talk on the phone as if Jolie said nothing. Same thing she did earlier.

 " I lost my dad just like you lost your mom and brother only difference is you still have time with your dad. I lost mine young and found out I'm losing my mom all”  Jo stops and looks away hiding her tears" I found out the same time….. You stay here. I left my life. I'm going to be stuck here. You got lucky always lucky. You leave in a few months. Everyday I'm alone. Because at the end of the day. I got the dang short stick. Never nothing I want. You might hate me well I do sometimes too. But I still care about you and... Richard, always will. Just like my mom does. Can you at least fake it. Then when she gone you can go back to whatever this is" Jo stops. She hated talking about any of this. Her father, mom, the future, her path. But she was tired of it. Sick. Jolie decides not to wait for Cora response. Not this time. Later maybe but not now. Also she had to pee. 

Dinner was as normal as abnormal it always was. Eating her corn, " So dad. Can I get a 50 I’m going out with the squad to" Cora starts to say to Richard.

 Richard devouring his stake looks at her then at mom. " No way. It's dinner time. Family time. Your n" he starts to say cutting Cora off. Mom feeling and seeing the same overdone clip cuts in. 

" Honey..... so Cora what are you plans with your gang  " she says trying to sound hip. Jo looks at her and smiles at herself. There it goes. There where I got all my social traits from. Richard was of course was talking to himself attack the stake. Which from the look of it the plate was really the loser. Poor plate. 

Cora mad looks at Jo. " Daddy. Me and lo- Jolie talk. She new and being such a nice person I am I bringing her to the homecoming game then to the movies afterwards. Starting a new leaf. Which is why I need the money daddo. Also we will be back by 2 ish" Cora says looking at Jo. Smart move using the socially awkward girl to get what you want Jo thought to herself as she looked down at her food. 

Mom excited smiles. "Really oh my shit balls. I’m so gosh darn happy. See Jolie. Of course. Your dad be glad to. Ricky. It gives us some alone time,after the party. HUH . Give Jo some money. And  Jo remember the rules. And 1 am Cora. No more than that not even a second" mom says getting up grabbing her plate. What about board game night we was gonna play Trouble she thought to myself watching her mom getting all the dirty plates.  Richard smile and waits till  mom leaves. 

" Cora, don't do ANYTHING to hurt her. Only reason you're going is her" he says gulping rest of  his Budweiser. Cora smirks at his threat and rolls her eyes and looks at Jo.

 "They are like so gonna be here soon. REMEMBER so hurry up....and don't forget the cash" Cora says with a plastic Barbie smile and storms off. Jo slowly looks at Richard still gulping down rest of his Budweiser.  As she starts to leave Richard grab tight to Jo tiny wrist. " Have fun. Baby . This night ...will be one you will never forget. Here. Take the money. Tell the coach I said hi" he says to Jo with a smooth demeanor one he did not have seconds ago . Numb by the feeling. Jo simply smiles and leave. 

She fumbles up to grab her things. Nothing much: her keys or janitor as she calls it, her wallet, lighter for Cora because she always losing hers and asking. A few books no less than three. Two normal and a color book. Pens and markers. Gum. Tissues. And charger. All stuff with way to much more crap in her old backpack cover in bumper stickers and buttons. 

Mom was down stairs taking pictures like it was a senior prom. Memory She always said before she would go over overboard with it. Ok not this time but for the most of the time. She goes over over board. Cora was enjoying every second of it. Posing and laughing like she was going to be cover of Seventeen .

 " Come down Jolie two pictures that's all then you can go " mom says. Jo stand by Cora and waited. click click. And one selfie of all three on mom's phone. Simple kiss on the check and wait let me email this to you Jolie second. Mom hold her close. “Thanks Jolie. We both need this. Love You sweetie” she said then wave goodbye. Jo hold her tight and whisper I love you before leaving. 

Cora was more than excited minus Jo was coming. In the car were the same three people as this morning . Jo walks slowly behind her nervous praying to baby Jesus. There was no one drunk and or cops would pull them over because of drunken foul . Newspaper reads poor loser dies when mom force her to socialize with others 

" Hey dumb shit let's go" Cora says sitting in the passenger seat. Jo looks back and wave goodbye once more. “ You won't believe how I got out. This space cake actually help me. And got cash. Was able to even score more than what I ask. Gonna have to bring my little pet often" Cora says laughing putting more of blood red lipstick on. A boy with a bad case of twitch looks at Jo like a glass of water in the desert.

 " So you visiting or something"he says looking at Jo.

 " No actually I been living her with Cora for months now. Hi name Jolie but you can call me Jo ”  Jo says trying not to give off the you smell like yucky weed face. He smiles and look at the girl sitting next to him, Farrah aka bestie who made out with you know who. She had black hair blue eyes look as perfect as Cora did.  Cora gets up from her seat and turn around. " Does anyone have like cigs or liquor on them. Babysitting lil dumbo here. Forgot to grab out daddy stash" Cora said. 

Jo look at everyone as no one offer her anything. " I got pop and some matches"  says like a silly head. The boy deadpans her then starts to bust out laughing. Pointing at her crying like he was Banzai from the Lion King .

 " I....I....I..Oh I like her. What is she like 2 and retarded. Pop and....and matches" he says giggling to himself. Fred turns around and curse at himself. " How we gonna have fun at a game with no fucking stuff" he says. Cora looks and whispers to him.Fred looks out to the road and makes a sharp turns around. 

After a few minutes pass. They pull up to an old grocery market in the center of the town. It late, deserted. Snow was falling gently like the beginning of a Christmas movie. Something that caught Jo eye so she did not realize it at first what was happening. Fred exchanges some looks at everyone and grab a flashlight got out and started to walk  towards the store. Follow by Farrah and Lex, the boy that was differently high. Cora was left behind checking herself once again. Jo rocking back and forth.

 " Cora Cora we made a wrong turn. We are not by the school anymore. What are we doing here. Mom and Richard are going to be worried. What happens if they stop by and we are not there…. Lord cheese crackers. That's it I’m texting her" Jo says stumbling around her bag freaking out. Cora making a fish look glancing in the mirror to see Jo still looking for her phone.

 " So you want to look  and act like a baby. Baby. Well congrats you are top of that list. Hey stop. We already heard the game gonna suck. Like we are gonna win and blah blah. Same thing every year. We already made new plans before we left. So either you suck it up and come in or stay out here in the cold till we come back"she says getting up and leaving Jo speechless. 

Jo watched as Cora catwalk in the store in the freezing cold in her high heels and small pink Michcal Kors jacket . Her phone in her hand she starts to text her mom.  She stops mid way texting her mom to see the pictures from earlier her mom sent her.  A long struggle Cora put her though. I’m not a baby. Just ... Okay I'm a baby. One that does not mind being the helper and loner. I bet Garrett would thinks that be fine. If he knew me. They playing a joke I just wait out here. I show who a baby Jo whisper to herself looking  out to the empty roads. Laying down in the back Jo looks up at the stars. Passing time till they come back out. It was quite. Only thing you could hear was the sound of the lights. Light of the street lights, neon or store lights. Then the cold breeze. Cold very cold breeze. She slowly gets up after a while when she realize she was all alone.

 Looking around again. She stops. Fudge It she pouts to herself.  Start to walk inside. See what was taking so long. The front of the store was locked . Chains and chains oh wait some more locked chains. Jo tried to look through but she could only see the outline of what looks to be a person. Jo following to the back to see a door with a rock keeping it open.

It looked like it was one of those vintage out a magazine stores. She came with her mom a few times but her mom prefer the one town over more populated and better selections.  Following the noise she heard laughter and arguments. Walking closer she sees a figure talking to Fred. Cora lending across closer to Fred but in a mid distance as she was waiting for her call. Farrah and Lex was smoking giggling at each other stupidity. Lex of course was the first to realize they weren't alone anymore. He strung his head to Fred and then he stop giggling.

 Screaming from afar it sound like mumbling. Lex closer smiles and says" Cops outside. Girlie" he says chuckling at Jo. Shaking her head no she looks around then back at him .

 " Uh....No. Just. No" Jo says. 

Fred strugs. " So you finally decided to come in we were betting. I guess we are technically all wrong. Cora and I said never, Lex said ten minutes, Farrah had no faith in you and said a second" Fred stops and laugh. Looking at his watch " 1 hour and 49 minutes. What were you doing ? It's freaking cold as ice breaks out there " Fred says with a devilish grin. 

The figure behind them upset throw it hands up  rushes off between the allies. 

" What is going on is this a joke" Jo says looking at Cora. Cora rolls her eyes " We are seniors in a boring ass hick town. We wanted to do something legendary so why not sneak into the town old ass market and party to dawn. Think of it as a senior prank. Look we did a nice thing. You are our  like well witness. The person that gets to spread it around and be the undergrad that was apart of history"Cora says proud of herself. 

 Jo shock not only by the coldness of emotions but the fact she was even numb by the blow. " I'm not getting in trouble. Why should I....anyway we can get caught. Trouble. I can't do trouble. I am not built for that . NO WAY JOSE I'm out where the nearest bus towards home or taxi" Jo says starting to go back outside looking at my phone for service. 

They tried to stop her reason with her best a couple of drunk and high teenagers could do.  Fred piss came from behind her grabs her collar of her shirt and pull her back. Jo clumsy stumbles back bumping her head against a rack  stack of photo chips  .  

An Hour Later 

 Jo woke up still a bit dizzy from the fall ice on her forehead laying on a stack of old Sunday newspaper. She holds the ice closer to the back of her head looks up. Fred was talking to Cora. Cora looks royalty piss like worse then the time Jo accidentally slipped paint on her expense Gucci shoes and Richard had to hold Cora back from killing Jo. Fred look back to see Jo walks to her with Lex.

 " Look. Kitten. You would mess up things. We are not doing anything wrong. Party till game ends clean up then leave. No ones out there everything close. So stay here like a good baby . And be grateful we are nice to a loser like you. You got it" he says with a mean tone pointing into her chest. Jo looks at him then glance at everyone else. Nothing. Empty. Still no figure. Jo shakes her head yes. Still feeling the pain with each nod. What could she do say. She was not tough brave. She was a baby.

Cora walk back with the figure. It walked passed everyone till it got to Jo. She could not tell it close arm distance to see who it was. Garrett. Shock and piss. And if Jo was not so dizzy from the hit him coming this close to her would have made pass out from all the excitement in going on in her body.  " I can't lose this job. You got till midnight. Then we are FUCKING though. Go get drunk in the parking lot all I care" he says looking back at the group pissed. He stops and glance at Jo. His eyes shift from pissed to concern.  Jo shock starts to open her mouth to say something but before anything he leaves once again.

 Fred rolls his eyes and brush it off as what's ever. Drunk now he grabs Cora and start to dance  with her to Lex mp3 player . They spend some more time drinking and smoking around the store. Jo sat still on the floor, glancing to the back a few times to see if he comes back.  After a while she was pulled back into reality and force to dance with Farrah. Who was as slutty as a video vixen. As time passed they either left to explore or grab some munchies aka find somewhere to make out . Jo decided to make the best of things and found a quiet spot closer to the vents with a cool  breeze. Reading one of her books in her zone her space. She stops mid paragraph mid word  death . There was something cutting her breeze.

 " You mine I chill here with you. Everyone hooking up and I'm not in the mood to smoke. Been trying to quite a few months ago the huh the smoking" a voice says. Jo shakes her head no looking at the page. Pain was not as intense but annoying . She looks up to see Garrett standing there. He looks down at you with his drop dead smile and glitter blue eyes piercing back at you. Garrett sits down and looks at the book Jo was reading, " Good book. So much irony. Jo is that your real name" he says still holding the book in his big marvel  hands. Jo shakes her head no. Surprise not only he knew her name but it being his first question " Jolie. Its huh Jolie. Most people call me Jo. Before you ask kinda. My dad  used to call me Jo Jo. Why" she says trying to default all her butterflies away.

 Garrett smiles a bit bigger. He looked away for a second then back to her. She was mesmerized at his face eye darted to his pink lips. GOD THOSE KISS READY LIPS. " Jolie. That's pretty beautiful . Fits you more then Jo. Mind I call you that Jolie not Jo. I seen you around. I think we got classes together. How your head" he says looking up at her head. Jo slowly touches it wincing at the pain. 

 " Gym, English lit, and something else" he stops he was closer to her and takes her bag while she wasn't paying attention. Smiling with such charm he starts going though. " Running away huh. That never helps anything, Jolie" he says playfully. Jo smiles iffy about the name but he sure changing that" I’m not runway no more. Or at least NOT now. That's to help me remember a reason to stay. Can't believe even you " she says scratching back of her ear. She stops and look at him. Garrett smiles and goes through her bag not fully pay attention.

 " Well I’m happy. You would have kept me alone with these drunk horny retards. Dang. Jolie got a lot of stuff.  Cool stuff. Wait why the keys and fake tattoos. No nope these must have a story" he says looking through the fake tattoos. Jo smiles. " Dad said more keys you have the more opportunities you have. Now I’m pushing endless. A lot of them it's like endless stories.Ideas” Jo says trying not to blush. 

He scoop a bit closer still looking through her things. His dirty blonde hair was the perfect blend of messy with a purpose. Match with a scent that always drove her crazy it was a mixture of lumber wood and sex appeal. She has been close to him but mostly back of his head in class or behind him in gym class. Never out of class never him coming to her. Was it that he was bored and she seems easy.  Or was he really put on babysitting duties. She wasn't sure she really wasn't. But for a quick second before it clicks into reality she just decided to enjoy it. Garrett look up to speak, interrupting Jo inner thoughts. 

" Don't see any pictures of your boyfriend how come. Or girl-" Jo interrupts him " Boyfriend. BOYS. MEN. I mean I'm single" she says looking at him  as he took out a pop and a bag of chips. He glances at her for her approval. Nodding. " My turn. More of a statement. You don't have to baby me. Or whatever they have you doing. And I'm not that type. That take you against some canned food or on the cold ass floor. I'm sure you can understand" Jo said looking at him. He freezes with sour cream and onion flavor chips in his hand and stuff in his mouth. Chewing slowly he just look at her confused . Clearing her throat. " I mean. What about you any special girl in your life" she says cursing at herself for saying something. 

He smiles at her with that million dollars just won the lottery smile. " No. But I do have my eye on a girl to be honest. But it complicated. And I sorry. I can imagine what it looks like. Me here. You. But reality is I just feel your more my speed" he stop and look at a have no clue Jo" Sober. Good vibes. Cool" he says drinking some of the pop. She wanted to smile so bad blush even. Text her mom the cool news. Her mom knew from there little talks she had a crush on Garrett.  But instead she just said nothing. "So this girl. Why not tell her. What she some cheerleader or something" Jo says trying to hide the bit of jealous for this girl. Garrett struggles and blushed a bit. " No. She actually new here. And she no cheerleader. She way way  more fucking prettier them those dust bag. Smarter too. She also a bit younger not much . Not sure she likes a guy like me" he says looking down at the bag of chips. 

Jo hated this girl already no name or face but she hated her more than anything. "Hey uh Garrett. As a girl who shares class with you. This girl she be stupid no borderline retarded beyond repair  if she doesn't like you... Hey want do something fun out of my bag" she said to him trying to change the subject before she confessed her undying  love for him in the middle of a grocery store. He glances up after a long thought. And says yes. They talk a lot more. What they thought of class today. Taste and music. List was endless. She for once did not feel alone or afraid or even flushed by being by this close to Garrett. Instead she felt normal like the girl she used to be before moving here.

Garrett looking at his cool new panda bear with roses and bar wire, " It must be hard. Coming here. Not really belonging anywhere both at school and home. If it makes you feel better it's the same with me, Jolie. I kinda want to confess something" he starts to say. The alarm on his phone went off. Damn he whispered to himself. He looks at Jo sipping on some water listening to his music, Foo Fighters. " Have to do rounds. Want to come with. Also with what Fred did kinda don't want to leave you behind, Jolie" he whispered into her ear. Nodding at the delight of continuing this affairs or the omfg this isn't happening tour. They walked side by side down each row.  Jo looking up at him as he talked about the job, his family or the many stories he smile and laugh as he told her. 

" Hey tour guide. Do you know if we get a bathroom break. The water getting to me" she said trying to hold her pee. Garrett smiles down at her as she did her pee pee dance. " Sure but I might have to meet stay outside" he says.

 He stop by these old metal swinging doors. She looked back and sneak in. Garrett stood watch with his flashlight. The hallway was dark and musty. A few old lights winging from the ceiling. The bathroom was in worse condition. Dirty. Smelly. Something even the best horror novelist couldn't even make up. She lends over and tries to go. The old metal door starts to open. Creek creek. Jo gets up a little to see what it was. Nothing but a shadow. Unsure what to think she turns around for some toilet paper. Footsteps now . Heavy as a meter. Stomping towards her. She froze her hand press on each side of the stall . The footsteps stop in front of her. Jo mouth open a little to slow her breathing. She couldn’t tell whatever it was.She tried to listen to see if someone else was here. Jo slowly put her feet up close to her and lends towards her legs to her chest. A sharp sounds goes across the door. Jo shivering trying not to scream. Froze. Keep it together just a joke she thought. She tilts her head to the side to peak. It was gone. What or who ever wasn't there. She waited a little to make sure it was gone. She opens the door to peak. Nothing. She gulp and rush out as fast she can. Not even a hair or turtle could catch up to her. As the doors swing open. She landed right in Garrett strong arms for the second time and one day . She held him tight her head dodged into his chest. Only thing that stops her for crying was the warm touch he gave as he rubbed her back.  But it did not stop the fact she was freaked out by what just happened to her. 

" What wrong you ok? " Garrett said still holding her. She said nothing just hold him tight her head on his chest looking down at his sneakers. He looked down at her. Nothing but the head of curls and a silent whimper.  Under her breath she says" something was down there with me". He looks up at the door. " We have a lot of rats was what scared you. It's alright shi-" he start to say. 

" No a person. A shadow was there. Watching me. I want to go home now" she said still holding him. Using his shirt as a tissue as her tears roll off her face. He shocked his head pissed. 

" That bitch ass jerk" he says quietly to himself. 

" I bet Fred did this. Does not know when to stop come on let's find him" he says grabbing at her small wrist. 

They were all laughing smoking a joint. " You're freaking dead. Now Fred" Garrett says rushing right to Fred forgetting he was still holding Jo wrist. Fred turns at Garrett and Jo then back at everyone else. " What the fuck you talking about" he says laughing at him. Garrett was mad. He glances at Jo who was giving him Bambi eyes then at him. " That real cool. You scared her half to death. She literally came out to me screaming like she saw the fucking devil. Look at her" he says shaking Jo. Jo for the first time look up out of her daze. Fred blows out big poof of smoke at Garrett and Jo. " Really like. Bro you sniffing to many things of white out again . That never happened. Whatever that  baby got scared of must of been her own shadow. I was with Farrah checking out the joint. Cora was here with Lex sleeping off the liquor" he says licking his top lip. 

Jo looks at Cora who face look puzzled. As if he not saying something. Farrah was standing by Lex fighting something she wanted to say. Jo tug at Garrett shirt. She leaned in close to him on her tippy toes. " Garrett it's fine. Can we just chill it" she said to him then glanced at Farrah and Fred. Garrett still mad makes a mad face then turn to apologize to Fred. Fred piss off walk away with no other than Farrah behind him. Cora upset shakes her head and mouth the words  you slut. Hope you choke on a stick. Garrett looks at Jo then walks towards the others with his head down. Cora was now screaming at the top of lungs at Fred.Garrett rushes up to Fred and tries to calm him down as if the last five minutes never happened. Jo looks at Cora storming pass her. Cora was sitting on cashier filing her nails. 

" You ok. Cora" Jo said sincerely . Cora looks at her then raises her eyebrow up.

" I'm not stupid. I know that bottom eater is doing. I'm popular duh. But I have my limit. Doing it and being so obvious in front of people. That does it. Twice a day" she says to a puzzled face Jo " I know what you saw today. Damn thing went around faster than a twit. No one thing. May you my witness. Who ever does Cora wrong gets put on the freaking list" she said still filing her nails. Jo look at her then back at Fred. " If you knew why then be with him. There much more guys heck captions then him" she said looking at her. Cora looks at her and then walk away.

 Garrett walk right past her to Jo . " Hey Jolie. I need your help. I need to get the key. Thought I had them on me but mines are the wrong ones. Master keys in the office. Door locked everything shut down. Can you stay here. Keep watch. I'm gonna take Lex so nothing happens. He kinda upset" he says looking at Jo. 

She glanced at him then shook her head yes. She watched him leave. Placing her hands up above her head she tries to focus. As she started to walk she remembers something. Earlier the figure she saw. Was it something or just her imagination. She had to figure it out. Garrett won't do that . At least she hope not. She had to figure out was it  and the one in the bathroom is the same.

Looking at the car Jo then rushes to Fred and Farrah talking.

 "Look Freddie. She knows Lex knows why not just be together. We had sex. We make out alot why not" Farrah said trying to touch Fred face. Pushing her hand down he starts to laugh. " Look I’m starting to sober up so let me make this quick because it's kinda sad. You're like an on the street bootleg of a movie. Might think it's a good deal. Because it's cheap and looks like the real deal but always mess up quality and a waste of money. Cheap worthless. Lex told me he only with you because you give it out.Cora a real girl. I have to fight for her. You I smile and give you a second attention and your hook. What? " he says looking at Jo. 

Looking back at Cora then at them. " You should at least have the respect and talk to her. I get it. It's a joke. On me. The noises the playing with me when I was in the bathroom. It's not funny. We are already in trouble so let's just go" Jo says. Fred laughs at her then walks towards Cora. Farrah upset starts to walk off. Jo afraid of anyone leaving by themselves follows her.

 " Wait wait. It's not safe" Jo says running behind her. There was a creepy creak coming from behind but far enough that even if you tried you could hear it. 

" What do you want. Im piss and you're not helping" Farrah says still walking. Jo looks back again. There was the sound again. No one heard it.  " Look I don't know is still part of the prank. But I'm over it. I saw you when I was in the car, when I was using the bathroom. You running away now is letting him win. Now if I can put pass the silly nonsense you guys are doing so can you. You deserve better then a descent 3rd division college player that gonna be either back here working at some depressing job if he smart get a bookie to do all his work or a mid wage in some middle state overweight loser. Either way. He not worth it. You're not perfect but you don't deserve to be treated like horse poop" Jo said. She was upset. She was upset that this was happening she really only wanted to be home with her mom. Safe. Nope  instead she trying to pump up a you can do the high road to the school slut. Farrah came and raise her hand to slap Jo. " It wasn't a joke. On you. You're not worth it. You're seeing things. We was smoking a joint when we first got inside then we.....we..... we found this weird place. In the back.  Fill of old meat and big ass fucking knifes. Some straight A fucking shit. He wants to do it but I couldn’t. So after we play around broke something crap and left" she stopped and started to walk back towards the group. She stops " Thanks. You're actually cool. Cora was wrong" still walking. There was the noise again. The never ending feelings someone calling for you but know no ones behind you. Then that's when it happened. All at once. 

They were taken.  

[eternaljouska]

Redamancy, Chapter 1 - Lee Jihoon

Pairing: Husband!JihoonxReader

Genre: Angst, the tiniest amount of Fluff (later? maybe?)

Chapter: ONE | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | end | epilogue |

Word Count: 2.2k

Note: This is my first fic on tumblr as an attempt to be a more active user (I usually just read and send anonymous rant on how i love other people’s writings, hehe) I am not a medical student, but I did some tiny research, so… Alright, hope you enjoy.

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“Hello, what is it?” Jihoon snaps into his phone. He was jotting down possible lyrics to the very lacking melody he created yesterday when his phone rang for the third time. He grabbed his phone aggressively and sighed. It was Y/n, his wife of eight years. Last night scene was replaying in his mind, getting him more agitated by the second as the continuous ringing robbed him of his ideas.

“Hey, I was wondering. Could you pick up Jaemin and Jimin from school?” Hearing your timid voice, he sighs once again, trying to control his irritation.

“Y/n. I am at work now.”

“I know. But since you use my car, I can’t go. School’s over in twenty-five.”

“Shit,” He mutters under his breath. You are right. His car broke down since a couple of days ago, and it seems to rather enjoy its stay at the repair shop. And you have let him used yours since the only places you frequent are the school and the grocery shop.

He sighs, again.

When he borrowed the car last weekends, it hadn’t occurred to him that he would need to send or pick his kids up from school. He realized it only this morning. This morning he went to work later than intended since he had to do the former task. But it’s not much of a problem because the school is in the same direction as the company’s building. And the boys were beyond delighted. As wonderful it feels to see their gleaming faces when they see him, he can’t go.

He really can’t leave his job; he needs at least five demos by the weekend. It’s been a week since he’s given the task, but so far he has two. And his mind definitely won’t cooperate after your fight last night. It is stuck repeating your arguments instead of generating beautiful lyrics as it usually does. He didn’t even remember what the fight was about. Maybe it was him staying up late in the studio for days. Or maybe it was him apparently neglecting his family’s needs, which he thought as ridiculous. It doesn’t matter. He is always at the wrong, and that is why he was mad out of his mind.

He is still mad out of his mind.

That is why throughout this conversation you keep your voice small. You are afraid to tick him off. You are afraid he would choose not to go home, again, letting out his frustration towards working and staying up all night in his studio.  That is why, when he didn’t say anything after his expletive, you offer, “If- if you’re busy, I think I can take the cab. That would be okay, I guess. Sorry to interrupt.” And with that, you end the call.

You take a long breath as you look at the watch on your wrist. After you dialed for a cab, you call your youngest son’s teacher to inform her that you’re probably going to be late. It would take you ten to fifteen minutes if you drive yourself, but just in case the cab is taking too long, you told Jimin’s teacher anyway.

Jaemin is seven years old, and Jimin is five. Both of them were newly admitted to their respective school this year. The kindergarten and the elementary school are from the same institution, therefore, they’re located next to each other. You were worried because they would have a different schedule, but you’ve managed pretty well. Usually, you will be at school at least ten minutes before the kindergarten’s bell rings, and you and Jimin will wait for Jaemin together.

Through the call, you told Jimin’s teacher, Mrs. Seo, who was also Jaemin’s teacher when he was in kindergarten, to accompany Jimin until you arrive. She agrees, and she even volunteers to tell Jaemin’s homeroom teacher that Jaemin can wait for you in the kindergarten with her and his brother, that way he won’t be confused as to why he can’t find you waiting in the parking lot.

The cab is quick to arrive at your house, almost but not quite five minutes. And the traffic is also good since it’s not lunch time yet. One or two cars drive above the speed limit, but you pay no heed to that, rather conversing about your sons with the driver. That’s it until a loud honk suddenly cut into your storytelling. It is followed with a screech, a crash, an excruciating scratch of iron and asphalt, two other or three thumps, and then silence.

Jihoon has his head on his palms, his headphone hanging around his neck. He is frustrated because he couldn’t get anything done for almost two hours. He is so ready to throw everything that is on his desk right now but decides to go take something out of the vending machine. He’s about to open the door when it is burst open, revealing the red face of one of his members, Seungkwan.

“Hyung! Why don’t you pick up your phone?” He half yells, his head fuming.

“It’s on silence. What’s so important?”

“The school tried to call you, but there’s no response. So they called me. They were asking about Y/n. They said Y/n told Mrs. Seo that she’s gonna be late but they’ve been waiting for like an hour, she didn’t show up.”

Seungkwan’s daughter, Sunye, is a year older than Jimin, she is in the same kindergarten as him. Knowing that Seungkwan is related to both of you, Mrs. Seo probably checked in with Sunye’s teacher and told her about the waiting situation that occurred.

“Shit! I shouldn’t have put my phone on silence. Sorry. She told me she was gonna take a cab to pick them up. Where are they now?” Jihoon says, walking back to look for his phone under all the scattered papers on his desk.

“It’s okay. They’re at my house. Did you get a message from Y/n?”

Jihoon frowns when he sees his notifications. “No, but I had a few missed calls from an unknown number.”

“Maybe that’s the cab. Maybe the car broke down or something.”

“Shh, I’m calling them.”

The person picks up on the second ring and with a relieved sigh, “Thank goodness, Mr. Lee, we’ve been trying to reach you. You’re the only emergency contact of Mrs. Lee.”

“Wha- Emergency contact, what?”

The lines between Jihoon’s eyebrows are getting deeper while Seungkwan grows one of his own, looking and mouthing his curiosity of what’s happening to the older man.

Jihoon holds his forefinger out to Seungkwan and asks to his phone, “Who is this?”

“This is Seoul National University Hospital. Your wife has been admitted to the ER about an hour ago due to a car accident.”

As soon as Jihoon heard the word accident, he immediately hangs up the phone. He doesn’t need to hear more. The gears in his head are not moving quickly enough for him to remember where he has placed his car key. “Key, key, key, where the fuck is my car key?! Fuck!”

Jihoon finally goes with his initial plan of throwing away everything that is on his desk while Seungkwan is just standing in the doorway, utterly bewildered. “Hyung, what happened?”

He ignores the other man and when at last he found what he’s searching for, he shouts, “Move. I said move!” He shoves Seungkwan out of his way and runs to the garage, the younger one following close behind, starting to understand the urgency.

“Hyung, did something happen to her? Hyung, where are you going?”

“The fuck, Seungkwan. Can you fucking shut up for once?” Jihoon replies once both of them are inside the elevator. He punches the button like a mad man while muttering a few more expletives.

“You can’t drive in this state. Give me your key.” Seungkwan says, extending his hand, palm up. He knows there is no controlling Jihoon, yet he tries to sound strict and not to cower in fear because of his bandmate’s lash out.

“The fuck? She’s in the ER, do you hear me? Fuck! Why is this elevator so fucking slow?!” He punches the elevator door a few times until it dings and shows the basement of the building.

“Hyung! Give me the key! I’ll drive.”

Seungkwan kept on thanking the God above until he arrived at the hospital for the traffic was not too bad, lest his ears would’ve been burned from the ever-flowing river of curses that is Jihoon’s mouth. They are stuck in another slow elevator, with Jihoon pounding on its door, again. Seungkwan has a hard time staying calm. He is worried beyond anything. He is worried about you, his best friend. And he is worried about Jihoon. He never saw him like this, ever. And he is scared, not for himself, but for Jihoon.

When the elevator finally lets them out, Jihoon runs to the receptionist’s desk, Seungkwan catching up behind him. Jihoon starts talking a million words an hour, and the receptionist, the person who was on the call with him, only says that you’re still in the ER with the doctor’s team. He walks towards the ER with ragged breath while Seungkwan stays behind to ask a few more questions. He found out that the other man was dead on the way to the ER, and the cab driver suffers from a few major and some minor injuries; he didn’t get everything she said but she mentioned about partial airbags malfunctioning or something. The receptionist told him about the police, too. They might want to speak with Jihoon. But as he tears himself away from the receptionist’s desk to follow where Jihoon went, he knows that there’s no way that will happen any time soon.

“Hyung,” He calls for Jihoon ever so softly. The older man is slumped down near the ER doors, his whole body visibly trembling and his teeth chattering as if he is cold to the bone.

He sobs, “It’s my fault. I- I was too caught up. I- She- Seungkwan, she-“

By the time he heard Jihoon said his name, Seungkwan’s already crouching by his side, holding him by the shoulders. “Shh, no, it’s not your fault. Shh.”

“But it is!” He shouts, earning a few glances from the people nearby. “It is my fault! I fucking used her car, but I made her pick up the kids anyway. I was selfish. I was petty. I was fucking useless!” His eyes are bloodshot, and it costs Seungkwan everything to hold Jihoon still in his arms.

“Hyung! Calm down.”

“How can I fucking calm down, Seungkwan? Tell me how, when the doctor- no, the doctor’s team was still in there even after an hour of being admitted. Tell me how, when the last thing I did to her was curse! I cursed! You know the last thing I said on our phone call just a few hours ago? Shit! Shit! That was it. That could be the last thing she heard from me, Seungkwan, I- I am the worst. I didn’t deserve her.”

“No, hyung-“ Seungkwan was going to rebut his friend’s words when the doors to the ER open and a doctor calls Jihoon’s name.

“Mr. Lee,” He begins, standing in front of Jihoon who tries to peek inside the room instead of making eye contact with the doctor as he rises to his feet. “We just finished with a few diagnostic tests to identify the injuries. We are going to tend to her head injury first and then her fractured left shoulder and arm.”

“How bad is the head injury? How long after the surgery would she wake up?” Seungkwan pipes in when Jihoon only stays silent for a few seconds too long.

“I am afraid to say that the head injury is rather severe. It, will take some time for her to wake up.”

“What? What do you mean some time?” Jihoon asks unbelievingly, his voice is low and chilling. Jihoon is the receding seawater before a tsunami. And Seungkwan feels the calm water washes over his back, sending shivers down his spine.

“It could be days or weeks. It could also be months. I am saying that you cannot predict a head injury.”

And the first wave strikes.

“How can you not?! It’s your job! It’s your fucking job!”

Seungkwan almost loses his grips around Jihoon, and he really doesn’t want to worsen the worse by asking, but he shoots the question nonetheless, “Are you saying that she’s in a coma?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Jihoon shrieks and launches himself at the doctor, catching the attention of the security who is talking with the receptionist. “Hyung! Calm. Down. Hyung!” Seungkwan is struggling to restrain Jihoon from attacking the doctor until the security comes to his aid.

“We’re sorry, Mr. Lee. We will try as hard as we can.” The doctor is silent for a moment before he continues, “There’s something else that I need to tell you. Due to the damage to her brain, when she wakes up, she might temporarily not remember a few things. We are very sorry, Mr. Lee.” With this, the doctor nods sympathetically and leaves.

Those words are arrows aiming at every cell of his body. And as Jihoon recalls the memory of you from last night, crying, he surrenders to gravity and along with a whimper, he collapses into the earthquake of his own making.

–

Thank you for reading~

Every chapter will be around 2K (I think), so I don’t know how long this series gonna be. But, we’ll see. Teehee.

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3 (rhythm) and 26 (tactile). you can use both, or just one, or both but for separate drabbles. I just couldn't decide on just one, sorry :)

Four Walls (Of Law Firms and Honey) - Olicity AU

Summary: Felicity just wanted some pre-dinner dessert.

Rated: Explicit

Full fic: AO3 | Tumblr | Timeline 

A/N: A hilarious fake ticket popped up on my dash last week and I had to write something. This was supposed to be a flash fic, but then these two had feelings and they needed to be addressed. The good news is that it led to more smut - please remember I really love the Explicit rating on this fic! I am still working on Blood Hands, and other projects as I continue to try and find a balance in my life with writing. Thank you for your patience, everyone! Happy reading! 

Reminder: This fic is being told out of order. Please see the timeline to read them in order. Please see the previous installments for additional author notes and story information.

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8:10 p.m. Oliver’s Car

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Oliver gripped thesteering wheel.

He blinked hard, staringat the car in front of him, at their taillights.

Go… go… brake.

He hit the pedal toohard and they jerked to a stop.

A muffled chuckle echoedup from his lap.

Oliver cleared histhroat. “I don’t think this was part of the bargain,” he said, the words grittyand breathless.

Felicity let out acontemplative hum where his cock was currently buried in her mouth. Thevibrations radiated through him as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked herway up his length, letting the tip go with an audible pop.

His eyes slammed shut.

“Which part is that?”she asked in a husky, sensual sigh. She grasped him in a light fist, gentlypumping him, letting out a slow, hot breath against his sensitive flesh.

“You taking your fuckingtime,” Oliver growled as the car ahead of them finally moved. He accelerated.

She chuckled again anddid absolutely nothing to make it better. Instead she angled his cock uptowards him and turned her head so she could lick a viciously hot trail up theunderside of his shaft to the very tip. Oliver hissed. The sound broke off in achoked gasp as she dragged her tongue back down and sucked the sensitive fleshat the tender base where his dick met his balls.

He glanced down beforehe could stop himself.

It was a sight to behold- his glistening cock, the bead of precum oozing from the swollen slit justwaiting for her to lick it up, her lust-ridden face, her deliciously pink andplump lips, her flush skin.

Goddamn it.

He had to drive.

Concentrate.

“I told you I wantedsome pre-dinner dessert,” Felicity murmured against him. He fought to breathenormally. “And I’m not the one who said we didn’t have time…” She kissed himwith a gentleness that sent a wave of heat tearing over every single nerve endingin his body. “You want me to stop?”

No. Yes. No.

That would be the smartthing to do, mostly because he was about to grab her and ram himselfthroat-deep, driving be damned.

But that wasn’t smart.

Oliver opened his mouthto ask her what her idea of ‘quick’ was when her teeth came out.

Felicity nipped him atthe base of his cock before dragging her front teeth up his length. She scrapedthem over his tip, right over the seeping little slit, and the dig of paincoupled with her tongue licking him clean sent a red hot whip of pleasurecutting through him.

“Hmm?” she prodded.

“No,” Oliver breathed,his right hand releasing the wheel to cup the back of her head. When he touchedher ponytail, a thrill shot through him. It’d been a long time since she’d wornher hair like that every day. She wore it down more often now, letting the longstrands loose. He loved it; he loved her hair, loved the way it smelled, howsoft it was, how it framed her gorgeous face. But he also loved her ponytails.They reminded him of their early days. With that thought in mind, Olivergripped it like he used to back at Q&Q and with a guttural, “Don’t stop,”he pushed her back down his erection.

Felicity hummed, takingas much of him into her mouth as she could. His grip tightened, tugging at hertightly-bound hair. He immediately loosened his grip, not wanting to muss it,but then she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock in a messy kiss.

“Yes,” he hissed underhis breath, holding her ponytail even harder.

She keened around himand started bobbing her head.

He loved how much sheloved doing this. And oh, she loved it. She was so damned tactile about it, using everything at her disposal, from herfingers and mouth, to her breasts and ass. And she didn’t stop there. No, theygot plenty of use out of the cock rings in her nightstand drawer and the thingsshe did with his ties… Hell, she’d even found a way to use a wooden spoon onhim in the kitchen that one time. And any which way she went about it, it wasalways fantastic. She knew exactlywhat he liked, what frustrated him until he was yelping her name and whatturned him into a useless puddle of need. But part of his pleasure wasintimately tied with knowing how much she enjoyed it. How many times - how manyways - had she told him she loved how he tasted, how hard he got for her, thenoises he made… And god, the way shelicked her lips when his cum got all over her, the way her lipstick lookedsmeared all over him?

Marking him as much ashe marked her.

His cock swelled in hermouth.

Oliver yanked her hairinto a tighter fist and he urged her down even further with a needy whisper ofher name.

Deeper, he wanted deeper. They didn’t have time forteasing and he wanted to feel every bit of her he could. She would take all ofhim. She always worked her way up to it.

That thought alone hadhim melting back in his seat.

Now he just had to getthem to the restaurant alive.

Concentrate.

He was vaguely aware ofthe rush of lights surrounding them where they swept through the streets ofdowntown Starling City. Pedestrians dotted the sidewalks and cars whipped pastthem. Thank god for tinted windows.He knew exactly where the restaurant was, knew what streets he had to take toget to the valet station, knew that there was a left turn coming up in a coupleblocks he didn’t want to miss. If he missed it, they’d have to turn around andthat was a bitch and a half because the one-way immediately turned into atwo-way and the easiest way to get back was to flip around and hop back on thefreeway. He didn’t want to do that. They were already pushing it to catch theireight-thirty reservation.

Don’t miss it.

Her tongue swirledaround him.

Take 10th.

She twisted her head onthe way up, his cock tenting her cheek.

10th.

He missed the fuckingturn.

“Damn it,” Oliverbreathed when he realized it, sitting up. It was a struggle with his pantshalfway down his ass, but he really didn’t care. Not about that. He cared aboutmissing the turn. “Damn.”

Felicity laughed.

“Hold on,” he growled,flipping his signal on before whipping them around, one hand on the wheel, theother holding her still where she’d leveraged herself over the console. Thesudden move had him slipping from her as a car honked.

He quickly crossed lanesto catch the exit for the freeway.

Oliver sighed. “Weshould-”

Felicity’s mouth wasback on him before he could get the words out and his brain forgot how to work.

The next few minutesflew by in a haze.

His attention wasdivided between fighting to keep his focus on the road and figuring out how tothrust up into her mouth with his foot still on the pedal. When she pulled backup, she sucked on the tip of his cock and rubbed the flat of her thumb andfingers up and down his length in an almost punishing rhythm. His hips jerkedup of their own volition and his foot jammed on the accelerator, the wheelslipping in his hand.

“Goddamn it, Smoak,”Oliver hissed, yanking them back in the lane. “Mouth. Mouth. Please just…”

She grinned, nuzzlinghim before swallowing him up again. His cock bumped the back of her throat andhe gasped as she fought her natural gag reflex. Then she took him even deeper.

“Oh… god…”

Oliver rapidly blinked,forcing himself to pay attention to the freeway exits.

He needed the exit afterthis one.

Next exit. Get off on 22nd. 22nd.

His hand had a life ofits own as it slowly migrated away from her head and down her back.

Was she wet? That was adumb question and he knew it. Her panties were probably soaked. The urge tobury his fingers inside her sent his senses into overdrive and he swept hishand down her back. He felt the zipper of her white dress through her thinjacket, and he followed it down, knowing from watching her get ready earlierthat the zipper extended all the way up and all the way down.

Groaning, Oliversmoothed his hand over her gorgeous ass where it was propped up near thewindow. He gripped the top of one of her cheeks, as tight as he could. Hesimultaneously cursed and thanked the dress material for being so thin that hefelt every inch of her sinful backside. Felicity moaned, pressing back into hishand and he leaned over so he could slip further down, looking for the edge. Hejust wanted to touch her. His fingers burned to feel her arousal, to know howwet she was, but the dress was too damn long.

Oliver settled forkneading her ass, his lids growing heavy as his pleasure built.

He somehow managed toexit off the highway, heading back into downtown.

“We’re almost there,” herasped. He swallowed hard. “You should, uh…”

Felicity picked up herpace, tightening her lips and sucking him in deeper. His lips moved in amindless babble. He had no idea what fell out, but she must’ve liked it becauseshe sped up even more. His mind blanked, especially when he hit the back of herthroat again. Pleasure burned deep inside him, slowly coiling at the base ofhis spine, hotter, tighter. He moved as much as he could to meet her bobbinghead, his fingers digging into her ass, his other hand holding the wheel sotight the leather squeaked.

“That… that… god…”

He wanted her to swallowso he could feel that delicious clamp around his dick.

“Yes.”

Take him deeper, deeper…

Bright red and bluelights flashed behind him, a shrill siren piercing the air.

“Shit.” Every ounce of pleasure evaporated as Oliver’s eyes dartedto the rearview mirror. “Felicity, get up, get up, we’re getting pulled over.”

Felicity let him go witha startled, “What?” She popped up before he could stop her, looking suspiciousas hell. She didn’t have to look out the back window through her fogged glassesto know a cop car was there, though. Their lights flooded the small space. Hepulled off to the side of the road as she slithered back into her seat, alittle awkwardly with her tight dress, wiping her mouth with a soft, “Oh frak.”

The term never failed tomake him smile, even now. It was one of a dozen signs of how much things hadshifted between them, just another little thing in a long list of the bits andpieces that made up Felicity Megan Smoak. There were so many things about herhe hadn’t gotten the chance to see at first. He hadn’t deserved it, and whilehe wasn’t sure he was worthy of it now, he also wasn’t an idiot. He’d alreadynearly lost her too many times to let self-recrimination get in the way again.No, he was holding on this time, as tight as he could.

So what the hell was he doing right now then?

Oliver quickly yankedhis pants up, grimacing as he had to shove his wet hard-on back in his pants.The cop got out of his car and Oliver frantically pulled his zipper up, notbothering with the buttons. He poofed the bottom of his dress shirt out,glancing down to make sure it covered him. The seatbelt helped.

She wasn’t wearing hers.

“Seatbelt,” he snappedat Felicity who quickly pulled it back on, clicking it in place just as the copambled up to Oliver’s window. Another glance in his rearview told Oliveranother cop was getting out, venturing up Felicity’s side of the car. She surreptitiouslywiped the edges of her lips as Oliver rolled down his window. “Hello, officer.”

For fuck’s sake, hesounded like he’d just gotten off a bender.

“Good evening,” the manreplied in a gruff voice, shining a flashlight in Oliver’s face. Oliver winced.“License and registration.”

“Yeah,” Oliver replied.By some miracle, he was able to pull out his wallet out of his back pocketwithout highlighting his still very undone his pants as Felicity opened theglove box and pulled out his registration for him. He handed both to theofficer. “Here you go.”

The man studied bothdocuments in turn before looking back at Oliver, the flashlight hitting hiseyes again. “Have you been drinking tonight?”

“Uh, no. No, sir, I havenot.”

“You sure about that?”the cop pressed. “Because you were driving pretty erratically for a coupleblocks back there.”

Heat engulfed Oliver’sface. And Felicity laughed. She laughed,barely covering the sound with a pathetic cough. She choked it off before itcould get loud enough for the cop to hear, but it only had Oliver blushing evenmore, his heart pounding so hard it made his chest numb. The fact that the cophanded his license and registration to the other officer who took them back tothe flashing car behind them only compounded it.

The cop waited.

“I… uh… there…” Oliverblanched. Jesus Christ, why was his mind blanking? He used to be able to handlethis sort of thing with a quick smile and an easy excuse. What was the matter with him? His hand fumbled untilhe found the console. He gripped it as tightly as he could. “There was a bee.”

Oliver barely stoppedhimself from muttering a curse at his own stupidity.

This time Felicitycouldn’t stop her laugh and the cop ducked down, his flashlight landing on her.

“You alright, miss?” theman asked.

“Yes,” Felicity said,schooling her face. “I’m fine. There was a… There was a bee. But it’s gonenow.”

“Right,” the copdrawled, skeptical eyes and a bright flashlight landing back on Oliver.

His gut twisted.

They weren’t foolinganybody. Shit. He had no idea how badhe’d been driving. He barely remembered driving, if he was honest. All he’dcared about was Felicity’s hot mouth sucking him in as deep as she could. Hisstill-painfully-hard dick throbbed at the memory, desire and panic making hisstomach drop. He pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to remainnonchalant, but it was hard when his groin ached and his palm burned in vividawareness of just how much he’d been squeezing her ass.

He froze.

She was wearing white.His windows were tinted, but a light at the right angle and anyone would seeher ass in the air.

Oh fuck.

His heart sank as thefull gravity of the situation hit him. His mind spun in circles - what wouldthis go down under? Indecent exposure? He didn’t know the goddamn laws aboutroad head in this state, were there even laws? What if it was considered sex ina public space? Wasn’t that a felony? It was easily an arrestable offense.

Oliver’s chest squeezedtight, too tight.

This might have beenhilarious a couple years ago, but now? When he was getting his life back ontrack, when he finally had the woman who meant more to him than he could putinto words, when things were going good?

Felicity’s hand coveredhis where he was clenching the console.

He didn’t release it atfirst, not until she worked her fingers between his, forcing him to so shecould hold his hand. It was an instant balm. Warmth and comfort spread up hisarm. It didn’t help his heart slow down, but he did relax. A little.

Enough to respond as thecop grilled them about their plans, where they were going, what they weredoing.

The few minutes it tookfor the other cop to run Oliver’s information was interminable. Finally, thecop addressing them wandered away and came back a second later with Oliver’slicense, registration, and a printed ticket.

“We clocked you at eightunder the speed limit and you weren’t staying in your lane, so you’re getting aticket for distracted driving, Mr. Queen,” the officer said as he handed thepile of documents over. Oliver damn near sagged in his seat. The cop’s eyeslingered on where Felicity had his hand clasped in hers before he glanced ather and then back to Oliver. He raised his eyebrows. “You two are getting offwith a warning here, you understand? Please keep your other business in privatewhere it belongs.”

“Right,” Oliver managed.Felicity squeezed his fingers, ducking her head with a silent giggle. Insteadof glaring at her, he gave the cop what he hoped was a smile. “Thank you.”

“Sorry,” Felicity added.

With a nod, the officertapped the top of their car and walked away.

“Oh my god,” Olivermurmured, his head falling back against his headrest. His heart pounded evenharder if that was possible, flooding him with adrenaline. He shook his headbefore looking at the ticket. “I thought we were going to jail.”

A laugh burst out ofFelicity. Oliver swung incredulous eyes her way and she shook her head,covering her mouth with both hands as she tried to breathe. But the laughterkept coming.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped,covering her face as more giggles escaped. “This is nervous laughter, I swear,I’m not laughing at you. Okay, well, I kind of am because you should see thelook on your face right now, but also I just… I can’t believe that happened.”

“We could’ve gotten in alot of trouble,” Oliver said.

“I know.”

“And now,” he continued,looking closer at the paper, “I owe the state several hundred dollars.”

She wheezed. “You couldalways go to court and explain what happened.”

The words were barelyout before she dissolved into laughter again.

“This isn’t funny,” Oliver snapped, glancing in hisrearview mirror. The cops were obviously waiting for him to go first. He sat uptaller, wincing and adjusting himself through his pants. His eyes caught theclock on the dash. “And we missed our reservations.”

Felicity just laughedeven harder.

Oliver folded the ticketaround his registration and license in a jerky motion. Gritting his teeth, heshoved the bundle in his wallet and slipped it back in his pants. Shifting thecar into gear a little too hard, he pulled back into traffic with a stiff,“Hang on.”

“I think,” Felicity saidbreathlessly. “I think why this is so funny is that… if this had been a coupleyears ago…”

“I highly doubt Iwould’ve even gotten you in my car long enough to suck me off, much less getpulled over for it.”

“True,” she admitted,settling in her seat. “Although your parkedcar was a totally different story.”

Oliver rolled his eyes.

It hadn’t been hisfavorite place, but sometimes it was their only option. Every single time hadbeen cramped and painful, but neither of them had given a good goddamn becauseall that mattered was getting at each other as quickly as possible. And thatwas despite the vitriolic bullshit between them at the time.

His gut clenched and hegripped the steering wheel so hard it bit into his palms.

This had been stupid.Fucking stupid. Things were steadynow. They were good. Healthy. Andeverything was so much better.

And he’d almost thrownit all away.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

He bit the tip of histongue hard, glaring at the road before glancing over. The only sign anythinguntoward had been happening was the slight smudge of her lipstick at the cornerof her mouth, but that was it. The sight of her looking so perfect made hisinsides twist and he turned back to the road.

“Oliver,” she saidquietly, her hand migrating up to his ear. He sighed, unwittingly relaxingunder her touch as her finger toyed with his earlobe. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It could’ve been,” hebit out before he could stop himself.

Felicity’s hand froze,her fingers curling away from him. Damnit. He let out a heavy exhale and his aggravation drained away with it.Cursing under his breath, Oliver grabbed her hand before she could take it backand laced his fingers with hers.

“I’m sorry,” he said,kissing the back of her hand. He kept her pressed against his lips, closing hiseyes long enough to breathe her in. She still wore the same lotion she had allthose years ago. It filled his senses, centering him. It always had. “I didn’tmean to bite your head off, it’s just… That was stupid, and it shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t’ve-”

“I swear to god, Oliver,if you say you shouldn’t have let me, we’re going to have way bigger problemsthan being pulled over for road head.” He paused and Felicity shook her head.“I wanted to do that, and I’m pretty sure you wanted me to do it, too. So wegot caught, who cares?” Oliver pressed his lips into a thin line. He cared. With a sigh, she pulled theirinterlaced hands into her lap. “Come on, we’ve done way worse than this.”

“You don’t have toremind me,” he replied, the words clipped and harsh.

Felicity frowned,staring at him for a beat before asking, “Is this about what happened at myoffice?” He stiffened. It’d been a couple weeks since that day, but it stillfelt as fresh as if it’d happened yesterday. “Oliver, we talked about that.”

“I know we did, but itdoesn’t change what happened, that I… that we…” Oliver gripped her hand hard.“I don’t want to go back to that, Felicity. That is the last thing I want and that I even opened that door… And then we’redoing this and… The thought of anything happening to you because of something Idid-”

“Okay, it wasn’t justyou.”

“I’m just saying thingsare good right now.”

“Things are good,” she said, squeezing his hand.“They’re really good, which is why I don’t think it’s going to disappear soeasily.” He didn’t realize he was clinging to her so hard until she brought hishand up and kissed his index finger. He loosened his grip with a murmuredapology and she shook her head. “Oliver, if we apologize for every stupid thingwe do from here on out because we’re afraid of what might happen, then that’sall we’re going to talk about. Especially if we’re opening up the huge can ofworms that is our past. We both made mistakes. A lot of them. But we’re still here. And yeah, this is new and it has abit of a learning curve, but that doesn’t change that it’s also amazing. And ifyou ask me, I think the fact that we talked about what happened at all is agood sign we’re heading in the right direction.”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts,” sheinterjected.

Oliver slid her animpatient glance. “I just want to do this right, Felicity. I want us to be… right.”

“Oliver,” Felicity saidsoftly. “I think we left the rulebook behind a long time ago.” He breathed hername and she shook her head, holding his hand tighter. “We did. But that’sokay. It just means we have to make our own.”

She gave him a beautifulsmile. It transformed her entire face and his heart skipped a beat.

“We aren’t going to gobackwards,” she continued. “I don’t think we could even if we tried. Too muchhas happened. We’ve both changed, and you… Oliver, when I look at you, I don’tsee who you were. I see you now, andit’s that man that I…” She paused and Oliver’s heart stopped, his eyes shootingto her. She bit her lip. “It’s that man that I believe in. That I know wouldnever do anything to jeopardize what we have going here.”

He was holding her handtoo tight again, but he didn’t care.

“We can’t change thepast,” Felicity added. “But we also can’t let it dictate things now. Whichmeans if I want to give you head in the car, I’m damn well going to give youhead in the car. And I fully expect you do the same.”

Oliver laughed. Thetension lining his shoulders finally broke.

“That’s more like it.And hey, even if we had gotten thrown in jail, I’d’ve wait for you.” Shegrinned and kissed his hand again. “I will always wait for you, Oliver JonasQueen.”

The promise went beyondthe now, encapsulating everything that happened between them, everything they’ddone to each other, everything they’d let slip away. They had waited. They’d waited a damn long time, and as much as he hatedthat it took a goddamn ship going down in the middle the North China Sea forhim to realize it, he was glad it had, if just because it brought him here.There had been no future for them before, no hope.

But now there was.

“Me too,” Oliverwhispered, pulling her hand back to his mouth to kiss her fingers.

God, this woman, hethought, she was…

Everything.

He kissed each of herfingers, lingering on each one, taking his time as he drove.

“Oliver…”

His name came out on aquiet sigh and a bolt of desire hit his chest. He looked at her in time to seea flush color her cheeks as her pupils dilated, her lids growing heavy in alook that only meant one thing.

Oliver swallowed hard.

Without preamble, sheunbuckled her seatbelt again and leaned over, draping her body against his. Hemoved to tell her to sit her ass back down, but then her lips were wrappingaround his ear, her tongue flicking his earlobe. A vicious cascade of shiverswhipped down his spine, every single one heading right for his dick. Hishard-on had faded under the weight of being questioned by the police officer,but now it jumped back to attention.

“Felicity.”

She shuddered as hedragged her name out. Would she ever not do that? God, he hoped not. He fuckingloved it.

“Pull over,” sheordered, her breath hot on his ear.

“We’re almost home.”

Felicity crawled up intoher seat like she had been before, pressing herself even closer. She sprawledher hand over his chest. Her nails scraped hard enough for him to feel the bitethrough his shirt as her lips found his ear, his jaw, his neck. His breathcaught as she sucked at his pulse point, her hand dragging down …

He wasn’t fast enough toyank it away before she cupped him through his pants, hard.

Oliver hissed, his handclamping down on her forearm. But instead of pulling her away, he held her inplace.

“I can’t wait,” shebreathed in a silky voice that had his eyes rolling back. “Pull over, Oliver.”

“But…”

“Now.”

He didn’t have to betold again. The urgency in her voice slammed into him and he re-focused on theroad, his mind spinning out possibilities. They’d left downtown, they weregetting closer to where their apartments were, but they were still at least tenminutes out. He didn’t want to wait that long, either, not if her mouth wouldbe on him the entire way, licking and nipping and sucking at his jaw, his neck,his ear. He would absolutely crash the car this time.

“We’re by WashingtonPark,” Felicity told him.

Oliver’s heart jumped.“That’s where we met.”

“I know.” She grinned,nuzzling the stubble along his jaw. “Remember the ice cream cone?”

“Yes,” he choked out. Ohgod yes, he remembered the ice cream cone. He’d never forget the ice creamcone. He nodded. “Okay.”

Oliver swung a right,holding her against him to keep her still. The park loomed ahead of them. Itwas huge, some portions well-lit and others not. He aimed for the darker areas.The city parks were technically closed at sundown this time of year, and he prayedeverybody was following that rule tonight.

His concern got waylaidwhen Felicity’s tongue dipped into his ear.

It took longer than hewanted to find a secluded area. He wasn’t sure if it was because Felicity’ssinful tongue made it feel like an eternity or because the same anxious tugthat’d nearly done him in with the cop was growing in his stomach as he lookedfor somewhere nobody would see them.

“Oliver…” Felicity’snails razed his straining erection. “Please park the fucking car.”

The needy command hadhim nodding rapidly. His eyes desperately scanned the area and he whispered aninaudible, “Thank god,” when he found a semi-hidden parking spot. The onlylight was several yards away, leaving the space barely outlined under a copseof trees. When he made the maneuver to reverse into the spot, Felicity growledunder her breath.

“Oliver…”

“There,” he grunted,slamming the car into park. He shut the engine off before grabbing her face andslanting his mouth against hers.

She kissed him back witha fervor he felt in his bones.

It quickly spiraled outof control. It was a culmination of the night’s starts-and-stops, the emotionaltorrent between them, the passion that dominated everything until it hurt.Teeth crashed together, tongues tangling, lips nipped and tugged at. They kisseduntil the need for oxygen was too much and they had to pull back. They pantedin wild bursts, breathing each other’s air.

Too far.

She felt it, too.

With a whimper, Felicitycaptured his bruised lips once more.

They didn’t stop. Theycouldn’t.

Oliver swept his handsdown her face, her neck. The urge to rip her jacket to shreds tore at him,jealous that it was touching her bare skin when that’s all he’d wanted to dosince the night began. He wound his arm around her back, his hand sprawling overher spine, feeling that zipper again.

“Dress,” he mumbledagainst her lips, but it got lost in another kiss. Her lips were so soft anddelicious and he let himself fall into it before his other hand cupped her jawand pulled her away. She was stunning. Little abrasions decorated her delicateskin and her lips wet and swollen, eyes glassy with need, skin flush. Oliver’sthumb found her bottom lip and he slipped his finger inside her mouth, tuggingat her lip. “Unzip the bottom of your dress for me, Smoak.”

Her pupils blew wide.

Felicity reached back.She found it easily, her fingers grasping the little metal lip.

The sound of her zipperbeing undone filled the car.

Oliver slid his handdown her back and palmed her bare ass. His eyes nailed her in place as hegrabbed a handful and squeezed, yanking her cheeks apart hard enough to burnher skin. Her lips parted in a desperate bid for air, her wet breaths dancingover his skin as he did it again, pulling on her even harder. She gave him apained keen. On his next pull, Oliver slid his hand between her cheeks andpressed his fingers against the tiny strap of material covering her tightlittle hole.

Her lips parted in a pant,her lids fluttering, her skin reddening with arousal.

She was so beautiful it hurt.

And it was all for him.

That thought remindedhim exactly where they were and his eyes darted around, making sure they werestill alone. Felicity grabbed his chin when she noticed and pulled him back toher with a demanding kiss. He moaned, angling his head to go deeper.

“Pants,” she rasped.“Now.”

His cock throbbed at thethought of being inside her mouth again.

With a desperate nod,Oliver let her go and yanked at his zipper. He couldn’t help but steal a glanceout the window once more as he tugged his pants back down, making sure nobodywas around.

For now, they werealone.

His erection popped freeand Felicity instantly wrapped a hand around him. The gentle brush of herfingers had him gasping her name as his head fell back against the headrestwith a solid thud. He was stupidly sensitive, his flesh red and agitated, andso fucking ready to come.

Felicity licked her lipsand dove in.

When her wet, hot mouthpulled him in once more, Oliver almost came right there. “Oh god, oh fuck…” hebabbled as she relaxed her throat, taking as much of him in as possible, almostgagging. Oliver cupped her head with a light, “Felicity,” urging her to slowdown, but then she grasped the base of his cock, squeezed, and sucked on thetip hard enough to make him see stars.

He was lost.

Or he thought he was.

Movement caught thecorner of his eye and his head snapped up.

It took him a second torealize it was one of the trees and not a person sneaking up the side of thecar. But then that thought was imbedded in his mind. Oliver checked all themirrors. Nobody. It was so damn dark, though. It should be a good thing, but italso meant he couldn’t see anything.

Felicity abruptly lethim go with a low, “Oliver.”

“What…?”

She pushed herself upand kissed him. There was a hint of saltiness on her tongue and it had himgrowling, his tongue caressing hers.

“I understand you don’twant anyone to see us,” she started in a husky voice.

“You,” he interrupted,kissing her again. “I don’t want anyone to see you.”

The sweetest smilecrossed her face. “But nobody’s here, Oliver. It’s just you and me…” He openedhis mouth to argue, but she shook her head, cutting him off with a kiss. “It’sjust us. Now sit back and enjoy,okay?”

It was more a commandthan a request and he nodded.

“Okay,” Felicitybreathed, going back down.

It was easier said thandone, though. It started easy…

The urgency from amoment ago was gone and she began with teasing touches of her nose and lips,her tongue tasting every inch of him, her hand pushing into his pants to findhis balls. He whispered out a string of words that didn’t make any sense, hishand sliding back down her back, grazing the top of her thong where it washiked over her bared hips. He slipped his fingers under the lacy material as heleaned over to grab her full ass again. It sent a sinful thrill through him,striking him right at his core and he hardened even more under herministrations.

But then his gazestrayed to the area around them again. The windows were fogging, but he couldstill see they were alone.

Her hand snapped up andcovered his eyes.

Oliver laughed, coveringit with his. “Felicity-”

“Shut up,” she repliedbefore taking him back in her mouth.

A strangled whineescaped him. His other senses instantly shifted into high gear to compensateand oh god. Heat roared through him -the wet warmth of her mouth burned hotter, her sucking sounds echoed louder,the hint of her arousal mingling with his own muskiness flooded his nose.

Oliver choked on hername in the darkness, his fingers digging into her ass cheek as his other handdropped to the back of her head.

She hummed her approval,her lips pulling back in a smile before she hummed even louder, just for him.

His head fell backagainst the headrest on a gasp, his fingers curling around her ponytail, notgiving two shits about messing up her hair anymore. He tugged on her hair tieuntil it was loose enough for him to push his fingers through the thickstrands. To make a tight fist.

Felicity moaned andrelaxed her jaw, letting him guide her.

His pleasure builtquickly, jumping right back on the bandwagon they’d had to abandon earlier.Desperate noises fell out of him as he thrust up into her mouth. When she tightenedher lips, pressing the length of her tongue against his shaft with so enoughpressure to send his eyes rolling back, he stopped breathing. When she relaxedeven more, scooting closer so he could go deeper…

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered as he slid against the back of her throat. Sheinhaled sharply, fluttering around him, but she fought her gag reflex andleaned in even more.

The bite of her fingersagainst his face combined with her teeth, tongue, lips…

More.

Oliver blindly draggedhis other hand down across her hip, pushing the flaps of her dress out of theway before shoving his hand between her legs.

She’d soaked through herpanties.

With a needy groan,Oliver fumbled his way underneath them and slid his fingers through herwetness. She jerked with a small noise before spreading her thighs as much asthe seat allowed. He pushed his hand in as far as he could. Her juices drenchedhis fingers. He curled his hand, managing to press up against her entrance. Theangle was too awkward to push inside her so he settled for her tender clit.

The instant he slid overit with purpose, she wrenched her mouth off him with a sexy moan.

Oliver started rubbingagainst her in quick, tight circles.

Felicity let out abreathless whimper and he moved faster, delighting in the way her clit grewwith her arousal under his touch.

Keeping one hand on hiseyes, she braced her sternum against the console and wrapped a tight fistaround him with her other and started pumping him. He shuddered, his feetscrambling to brace on the floor of the car. The wet sound of her hand on himcoupled with his fingers between her legs created an erotic mix, dancing with theirdesperate pants and tiny cries of pleasure.

Felicity sucked the headof his cock hard.

“Oh…!”

He thrust up into her,one hand fisting her hair, the other cupping her sex. Her fist moved faster,her lips so damn tight, her tongue soft and yielding, so good, so hot, so soft,so…

A burst of light sheetedover his eyes, leaving nothing but her and white hot pleasure.

The orgasm hit him likea freight train.

Oliver came with a loudgroan from deep in his chest, the guttural sound dragging out as he spilled inher mouth. She kept going, milking him for everything he had, his cum spillingout past her lips, slickening his skin even more. She moaned, swallowing itdown before moving her hand to take as much of his length in as she could. Hiscock jerked in her mouth, pulsing. A series of broken whimpers fell from him asshe suckled on him, swallowing even more, her tongue cleaning him up.

He was mindless.

There wasn’t a singleconscious thought left in his head as one hand kept her head in place while theother attacked her clit. She groaned around him and he hissed, rubbing faster.He needed to feel her orgasm, needed her pleasure as much as his own.

She was as ready for itas he’d been.

He pushed her to herclimax hard and fast. Her hand slipped from his eyes, her fingers dragged downhis face to his mouth, hooking on lip before she found purchase on the collarof his shirt.

Oliver blinked againstthe low light surrounding them and looked down.

There weren’t words todescribe the bone-deep pleasure he felt at the sight she made.

Felicity was lax in hislap, her forehead digging in his thigh, her glasses skewed, eyes screwed shutin pleasure. His half-hard cock still hovered in her mouth, slowly slippingfrom her lips as she panted in time with his hand between her legs. Everybreath brushed over his sensitive flesh, making him whimper her name. The handthat’d been holding him smeared leftover cum all over his pants where shegrabbed his knee for leverage. He smoothed her wild hair off her face as sherocked her hips, riding his hand, meeting his every move. Breathless keensechoed from her, tiny gasps for air that ended on barely audible whines.

“Yes…” she gasped,stiffening. Her hand curled in his collar, holding on as she went still,hitting her precipice. His wrist burned but he didn’t stop, rubbing her intighter circles. “Th… the… there, don’t stop, Ol… don’t…!”

She shattered.

Felicity flew to pieceson a throaty cry, her hips jerking against him in harsh, uneven thrusts. Hersex pulsed under his fingers as he kept going, drawing it out as much as hecould. She sobbed through the pleasure, yanking on his shirt, riding the waves.When it was too much, she whimpered, shoving her hand between her legs to stophim.

She collapsed in hislap.

“Oh… my god,” shebreathed. “Okay, I… Wow.”

“Yeah,” he gasped,brushing a shaky hand through her hair.

It wasn’t long beforetheir awkward positions became too much. With a groan, Felicity slowly pushedherself up. He took the cue, pulling his hand out of her panties. When shewavered, he grabbed her hip, smearing her juices all over her.

“That was…” he started.

“Incredible,” Felicityfinished.

When her face was nearhis again, he kissed her.

She mewled against hislips and he swept his tongue in her mouth, groaning when he tasted himselfagain. He cupped her face with both hands and the instant she felt her ownwetness against her cheek, she kissed him harder.

“You’re incredible,”Oliver whispered against her lips. “So damn incredible.”

He was the luckiest guyon the entire planet.

Felicity grinned. Thekiss dissolved into something wet and messy and aimless. His body slowlystarted to harden again. It would never cease to amaze him how quickly hebounced back when it came to her, how insatiable she made him. He used to curseit, but now it was a gift.

“Take me home, Oliver.”

He did just that.

They barely made it tohis bedroom.

It wasn’t until the nextmorning that Oliver remembered the ticket. It was a testament to the womanstill sleeping in his bed that it almost made him smile instead of cringe. Hepaid it online and threw it away before making pancakes. It drifted to the backof his mind as he served her breakfast in bed and it disappeared completelywhen he spent the next hour eating strawberries off her body.

He forgot all about ituntil he was at Felicity’s a few nights later.

It took him a couplehours to realize something was hanging on her fridge where nothing had beenbefore. When he walked in with their dirty dishes, it finally caught his eye.

Oliver frowned. Settingthe plates down, he snatched the paper off the fridge.

It was a copy of histicket and where once upon a time it’d said, “RECKLESS DRIVING,” in the comment section, it now read, “RECEIVING HEAD WHILE DRIVING.”

“Seriously?” He shookhis head. Only she would do this. It still wasn’t funny, though, damn it. “Felicity!”

A snort of laughterechoed from the living room. “Took you long enough. Look on the back!”

With a short glare inher direction, Oliver flipped the paper to a list of…

Activities.

“Oh,” he breathed,desire tightening his gut.

“I was partiallyresponsible for that ticket,” Felicity said as she appeared in the kitchen.“And since I knew you wouldn’t take my half of the money for it…” She huggedhim from behind and kissed his shoulder blade. “I figured I’d give you a listof other things to cash in. How does that sound?”

“Oh yeah,” he whispered,nodding rapidly as he turned in her arms, cupping her face. “That definitelyworks.”

His mouth slanted overhers.

(Oliver cashed one inright away. The dishes didn’t get done that night.)

The End

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Thank you for reading! Reviews literally feed the soul and muse, and ko-fi feeds my brain.

(I tailored the ticketing process to fit the fic.)

Quick ending note: I have a dubcon ficlet for this series that I’ve been sitting on for about a year and a half. It’s not as intense as the Verdant chapter, but it’s along those lines. I wanted to pad it with some softer fics before posting it, and this one just happens to parallel it beautifully. So I’ll be posting that pretty soon, just a warning and FYI! I will post warnings when I do put it up and I will offer a quick summary for those who wish to skip that chapter. Thank you!

[webscene-remade]

gigantic homestuck liveblog post

hello. I hope to god that tumblr’s readmore function works across platforms because otherwise this may just be the worst thing I ever inflicted on anyone’s dashboard in the history of this hellsite 

warnings for my pure, unadulterated opinions (including relentless character-hate for characters that I personally do not like), spoilers for literally everything, reading the epilogues in the most asinine order possible, and the same content warnings that were given at the beginning of the epilogues themselves 

general thoughts: i liked some of it, didnt like some of it. the parts that i didn't like would have been more bearable if they literally weren’t painful to read. i’m of the opinion that, while things dont have to be daisies and roses all the time, i don’t want to have a completely horrible reading experience when things aren’t daises and roses. 

other complaints: part of homestuck’s appeal is its amazing cast of girls, and they were severely under-utilized. also, i had to see gamzee again. 

but, like i said. i liked some of it. a lot of it, in fact. i did think it kept with the spirit of homestuck in that it made me feel every single human emotion possible.

I had a lot of Feelings while reading, and if I went into all of them here, I might as well write out some meta to flesh out the 2.5 concrete thoughts I had while reading, but I’m not going to do that. instead, i’m going to dump my several-thousand-words of live reactions here so that no one has the patience to parse out what the hell i’m talking about. because I just spent a total of 21 hours reading this and I am so incredibly braindead. 

MEAT 1

Okay I’m clicking on ‘meat’ first. I’m so scared LMAO I’m not ready for this.

Gross. This is already very upsetting.

MEAT 2

Lmao WHAT

FUCK. Dave this is NOT ALLOWED.

Homestuck is very very good actually

Alright I’m going to have to stop screenshotting every single thing I find funny or else I am never going to get through this

I Love You Dave Strider

This is so fucking weird to say and I have no idea what the psychology is behind it but reading homestuck always makes me weirdly ambitious…like reading about dave doing shit like making comics and motivating karkat to run for president makes ME want to do shit.

also the biggest mystery in homestuck is that people like jake English

MEAT 3

The fridge pops open and out roll Aranea and Gamzee. Gamzee honks and his codpiece jiggles ominously. Aranea staggers to her feet, looking rather pleased with herself.

Fucking gross.

JOHN PUNCHED ARANEA

Waaaaay back in the day “aranea gets punched in the face” was on my homestuck bingo card, back when we all thought the comic was gonna end after the gigapause or whatever it was called

Also is this going to be in fic form the whole time because if so I’m going to have a hell of a time concentrating long enough to finish this in one go

You wisely decide that this clown will lend nothing valuable to the narrative whatsoever if he is allowed to remain outside of your childhood refrigerator. You put both hands on his chest and shove him into the fridge where he belongs. He goes easily, issuing only a pair of weak honks in protest. You slam the fridge shut and resolve to never think about Gamzee Makara again.

Bye bitch

I know you’re going to be back soon but still

(also I skimmed the first few pages of the candy epilogue and it looks like gamzee might have some relevance in that one too. Homophobic if true.)

MEAT 4

Oh jesus fuck I just remembered caliborn’s stop-motion Claymation thing where all the kids die. And now john’s gathering them all up. This is going to fucking SUCK isn’t it

MEAT 5

Lmao

Jake can’t help but watch the motion, raking his eyes over the muscles shifting beneath the skin of Dirk’s neck and arms.

Calm your fucking boner dude

Also dirk is ripped apparently

With a casual flick of his wrist, Dirk snaps out a bright red tranquilizer handgun and shoots Jake in the neck. Jake’s glasses crack when he hits the mat.

What the fuck

MEAT 6

You wonder. Do you see these teen versions of your friends as “real”? Are you treating them, at Rose’s behest, as simple puppets? Doing your part to insist they fill friend-shaped recesses in an essential plan to stabilize all else that can be considered important, a distinction no longer applying to them? Do you care at all about whatever fate it may be that you are sentencing these children to? Are you becoming as complicit in the fatalistic evils of Paradox Space as Lord English himself? Are you becoming a monster, John Egbert?

):

MEAT 7

I Love You Rose Lalonde

Also, same old Dirk, huh?

Dirk & rose conversations are some of the best but. Dirk. Dirk. He reminds me so much of myself and I constantly want to shove him into a locker.

MEAT 8

I hate how much I love caliborn. Also I am Very Afraid.

MEAT 9

The blurry, distorted face of your laughing nemesis was the last thing you saw before the chest door slammed shut and plunged you into textual obsolescence.

And here, you are now stuck. You will not emerge from this holding cell, from an outside perspective, for quadrillions of years. It is not long at all until you begin to wish you had brought something to read.

Jesus Christ

Well. At least it’s quadrillions of years “from an outside perspective.” Hopefully it won’t be THAT long for them. Maybe like, an hour?

Also john you broke your glasses. How are you supposed to read.

MEAT 10

No, surely this must have been Dave’s idea. The kind of plot hatched from their little nest of mutually supportive, codependent, interspecies... whatever it was they had going on over there.

Jane is straight-up EVIL, I guess

This what capitalism does to you, folks

Also, karkat (true leftism)

MEAT 11

This is exactly what I expected when I realized john would be overseeing a group of teens

Would you tell them about Terezi...

For some reason her name feels like nails in your heart. Makes sense, you guess, cause there’s a lot of sharp letters in it. She had sharp teeth too, and sharp elbows. Sharp words. Terezi Pyrope was a sharp girl, and maybe what these sharp feelings are trying to tell you is you miss her more than you realized.

Do NOT talk about terezi in the past tense you fucking GOON

Also if I don’t see terezi again I will fucking riot

Me like 2 years ago

MEAT 12

Asfdhkajlfh

Jade you are NOT subtle

This is oppression

Dave and karkat HAVE KISSED MULTIPLE TIMES. I will not be convinced otherwise

Jade “didn’t think Obama was a real person” Harley

Also Dave “doesn’t think Jesus was a real person” Strider

Speaking of. Where is homestuck-is-a-sin nowadays

Jade will you please chill

but also. Marry me. dave and karkat are clearly not comfy with this, but I would be very comfy with it.

MEAT 13

> Be Vriska.

Oh fuck yes

Well, that didn’t last long. Bye, vriska!

Oh fuck

God this is all so intense. I feel like I should’ve read candy first

MEAT 14

Really, the only surprise is how long it took to happen. Jane is a beautiful lady, that’s for sure. She always has been, but she’s only grown more ravishing as she’s come into the full blossom of her womanhood. Smooth, silky skin... thick, dark lashes... full, feminine lips... not to mention curves like the dickens.

This is so hard to read lmao

Jake can’t stop thinking about dirk….ouch

MEAT 15

Roooooooooose

ROSE ):

Fuck jade too

This is going pretty much as well as could be expected

Just two bros…fighting lord English…everyone dying around them…

DAVEPETA

…v…vore

Great minds

Dave ): ): ):

There was no way that wasn’t going to happen but I am. Extremely upset.

The black hole—the gaping, implacable, cosmic embodiment of the dead cherub, his long-departed sister—finally welcomes Lord English home.

Yo I’m

It’s bananas that this webcomic still manages to have a monopoly over my emotions after all these years

MEAT 16

Oh fuck

Loving the aspect talk though

Rose’s eyes have grown distant, almost mirrorlike. Dirk can see himself reflected in her vacant stare.

Oh jesus oh Christ

Oh no

FUCK OFFFF

MEAT 17

All I’m thinking about is the narration about jake watching dirk’s rippling muscles

Dirk: I heard that Dirk has an 8-pack

MEAT 18

It’s been 3 hours and I’m only on meat 18

I need a fucking drink

MEAT 19

Jade’s got this disarming combo of head-in-the-clouds flightiness and the kind of legit, down-to-earth cred that can only be earned by having done something like cutting open your own grandfather and stuffing him full of polyurethane foam.

Why is homestuck so funny

I LOVE YOU ROXY LALONDE

Fucking same

MEAT 20

What is Happening

Will these motherfuckers Please Stop trying to remove the objects that are impaled in their chest

CALLIOPE????

I am actually astounded by the amount of things I retained from homestuck even though I haven’t quite understood what’s going on for like 6 years

MEAT 21

I missed her so much

I hate this stupid fucking webcomic

Please god kick his ass kanaya

MEAT 22

Fucking owned

MEAT 23

Kanaya PLEASE kick this fools ass

MEAT 24

TEREZI

I’M GOING TO GO APE SHIT

SHE LITERALLY HASN’T SAID ANYTHING YET AND I’M LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND

I’M GOING TO VOMIT

MEAT 25

…hmmmm

I’m actually almost tempted to do this?

Like I know it would make way more sense to finish reading meat first…BUT…

I’m gonna do it lmao

CANDY 1

At each fork in the veins, he supposes the leaf as a whole is making a certain kind of “decision,” to go this way or that. It certainly seems like one way of looking at a leaf, now that he bothers to really scrutinize one. It also seems to him, with just as great a sense of clarity, that not one of this leaf’s decisions ever mattered even the tiniest fucking bit to anybody.

Alright! Great start!

Hm! I don’t like this at all!!!!

Fuck gamzee lives

CANDY 2

Sensing that this is probably something he shouldn’t be seeing, he tiptoes towards Gamzee’s would-be sarcophagus as carefully and quietly as he can, and places his hands just above the thick aluminum hull. The moment John’s palms hit the fridge, Dirk turns to look at him. His head only moves an inch.

………what the fuck

OKAY SO…JOHN’S JUST GONNA…DROP GAMZEE ON EARTH C…THIS IS FINE

Oh what the FUCK is going on 

I forgot how fucking headache-inducing gamzee’s quirk is

Literally this is almost impossible for me to read for some reason

She pats him on the back, nods very slowly, issues an “mm-hm” now and then. Only while he is distracted by his own sobs does she steal a glance at her phone, tipping the fact that she too wouldn’t mind if this redemptive soliloquy could hurry itself along.

I pretty much sound like a broken record at this point but. What the actual fuck.

Gamzee stans be like

John: *sends a picture of gamzee to terezi*

Me: Gamzee Is Not Allowed to Exist In The Same Narrative Space As Terezi

“HE”….

I just realized that the narrative isn’t in second person any more

I mean…I’m assuming we’re outside of ‘canon’. Like this isn’t the ‘essential’ timeline anymore, so things are…fucking wacky, to say the least

But even in the other timelines, shit isn’t this wack

And john seems to be aware of what’s going on

So like. What’s happening.

CANDY 3

At least dirk’s bitch ass is also sweating over all this

CANDY 4

Rose opens her eyes. She stares at the knob of her wrist and frowns. She’s not sure why this sensation should be concerning. It’s not like her memory is slipping away. She remembers the conversation she had with John this morning quite clearly. As she does the previous years of declining health, and troubled, obsessive thoughts about canon, dissipation, and other such abstractions. What’s slipping away instead is the feeling that any of it mattered at all.

I have. Very mixed feelings.

Like OBVIOUSLY I don’t want rose to continue to suffer existential dread but this feels like post-retcon all over again. Which is to say, everything feels off.

But. Post-retcon was, like, canon. And post-retcon (post-game over, really) is where I kinda stopped caring about homestuck as much as I had before

And perhaps that’s just me not “getting it” but. Oh well.

Fucking OUCH dawg

Rose and kanaya…damn son…….

They were my first f/f ship ever. Can you believe that? Can you believe homestuck?

CANDY 5

She retrieves one of her bras from where it’s hanging over the back of the couch. She starts changing it right there, doing that mystical sleight of hand girls seem to be born with the knowledge of, where the bra goes off and then on again without the shirt being removed.

Very unrelatable

Now THIS is relatable

Jade CHILL

I’ve always liked the idea of jadedavekat but this shit is not fun

Karkat fucking bit her afdhlfasdkfh what the fuck

Picsthatmakeyougohmm

CANDY 6

Yall are gonna think I’m evil for saying this but how on earth are there people out there who like Jake English

Okay I took a break to eat something after 5 straight hours of reading

I bet there’s people out there who have read this shit 3 times over but I take so GODDAMN LONG to read anything

And to think. I’m an English major.

Anyway back to it I fucking guess

That’s depression, babe!

I’m heterophobic now

Do I REALLY have to read another Jake-Jane makeout sesh. Do I really.

It turns out that I don’t. thank god.

But that was all still incredibly uncomfortable

CANDY 7

In the time that I was eating I managed to forget that gamzee existed. And now I am reminded. How unfortunate.

I do not often find myself agreeing with John and only John but. Here we are.

Also I am Not Down For johnroxy. Especially with how wack everything is.

Roxy DO NOT leave john alone with this literal clown

Oh fucking Christ

HELLO?? IS THIS ALLOWED???

CANDY 8

The,, hornographer,,,

 There’s a third member of their social group who definitely hasn’t arrived at the conclusion that his power and influence should be meted out responsibly either. Neither of them speak his name, however. For some reason, it feels like a shadow passing over the sun. A brief spike of pain flickers through Rose’s head, a bolt that strikes between her eyes and splinters out. There is color and light behind it. A vision that tears through the material reality in front of her and gives her a brief glimpse into a parallel reality where things are very different.

Hm! Not great!

Yes, it would be very awkward

Also, don’t even fuckin g MENTION vriska unless I get to see her

Don’t think I haven’t noticed that this epilogue has been hellishly vriskaless

Like youre gonna make me see GAMZEE MAKARA?? GAMZEE??? WHERE’S VRISKA??

CANDY 9

Jade. Jade. Jade. Fucking CHILL, jade.

CANDY 10

Get you a girl who lesbian marries one of the two remaining eligible human females

Eyes emoji

He whips his head around to see... Dave? He’s running down the street, looking back and forth like a hunted man.

Dave: *is flirted with*

Dave: *books it to an entirely different time zone*

I Love You Dave Strider

Why on EARTH are you going to john Egbert for relationship advice, though

CANDY 11

Daaaaaaave ):

CANDY 12

This is the fucking worst

I hate this so much

CANDY 13

It’s obviously a robot, but it’s a complete mess. The form is feminine, but the head is still bald, and the face has no cover, revealing its skull-like interior. The body doesn’t have any proper protective plating yet, so it’s all a mess of wires and loose mechanical bits. Clearly a work in progress. But Dave can’t help but wonder what exactly it is that Dirk’s been working on here?

Then Dave notices the note. It’s carefully folded in the limp palm of the robot’s hand. His heart jumps into his throat, and something in his stomach drops.

Oh, no.

what the fuck is this fucking robot

Also did dirk fucking kill himself

CANDY 14

We’re back in the 2nd person now for dirk’s shit

What could you accomplish in a dead-end existence like this? There are no stakes. No meaningful challenges. No structures or themes—only residual chemical reactions in a dying brain, a physical system’s obligate compulsion to exhaust its own lingering momentum.

Literally me every time I realize that life isn’t a story and I’m not a character with a heroic arc

And like I get that homestuck has been thematically interested in...well…life not being a story. And I have a feeling that these epilogues are going to cement that, with all the talk of meta/canon. And I can already tell that I’m going to be disappointed with the lack of narrative resolution

Because like…life’s not a story, okay……………but homestuck is

Anyway this fucker is really about to kill himself isn’t he

Yep…jesus.

CANDY 15

Wow this feels INCREDIBLY shitty considering. That’s exactly what happened.

I am not Feeling Great my dudes

Dave’s got his suit jacket unbuttoned and pulled over Karkat’s head to shield him from the rain. Karkat’s the one talking—his caterpillar eyebrows furrowed, but his gaze soft. Whatever he’s saying makes Dave turn his face away, but Karkat winds a hand in his shirt and tugs him in, forces him to make eye contact. They both go still, seeming to finally realize how close their faces have gotten, how Karkat’s fingers are brushing down the length of Dave’s torso. Dave dips down so that their noses are bumping.

I will NOT be distracted by this cute shit

(I am distracted by this cute shit)

Thinking about how roxy said they don’t want to have kids in meat and I’m! Not feeling great about this!

Also I hate that I have to call it ‘meat’

(also the narrator refers to roxy as ‘she’ in candy and so like. Idk which one I’m supposed to use)

CANDY 16

6 month time jump. Very relieved that I don’t have to see the johnroxy wedding

Fucking. Skullface emoji.

Asdasfasljk John don’t dump on your sister like that

Straight fucking savage though I’ll give you that

John and terezi are talking about vriska I’m going to fucking vomit

This is all I’m going to get, huh? Huh????

I’m so starved

Vrisrezi is literally the most compelling part of homestuck and it’s like. So not going to be relevant at all in the epilogue, is it

CANDY 17

Did rose and kanaya literally name their kid ‘vriska’

Like they did not have to do that

John is the only one who hasn’t lost his goddamn mind

Also the idea of someone just changing their kids name a year after they were born is. Hilarious. It’s extra hilarious when you remember that the kids didn’t get a name until they were 13.

John SNAPPED

“please come make sense at me”...This is……..A Lot

CANDY 18

Jane is still dedicated to eugenics which is like. Pretty fucking awful.

You know it’s bad when GAMZEE MAKARA argues with you about morality

Fucking GROSS

Also jake is sitting right next to them akbfdabkjknsfn

Welp! Homestuck’s over, everyone!!!! The furries won!

CANDY 19

I have been reading this goddamn webcomic for 8 goddamn hours

I’m pretty sure that I’m not even halfway through

HIS RELATIONSHIP IS A FLAMING WRECK OF AN INTERSTELLAR WARSHIP HURTLING TOWARDS THE PLANET AT TERMINAL VELOCITY WITH THE ENTIRE CREW BRUTALLY SLAUGHTERED UPON REENTRY, SHOVED STRAIGHT DOWN THE CHAGRIN TUNNEL AND THEN IMMEDIATELY SHAT OUT THE OTHER SIDE, THUS FLOODING THE ENTIRE FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD WHEN IT CLOGS UP THE LOAD GAPER.

This is what this epilogue has been missing…karkat-isms

Yo WHAT

I probably definitely should’ve read meat all the way through but. Oh well!

I never thought that I would be glad to see a dead teenage jade fall out of the fucking sky but at least its providing a brief reprieve to feeling of absolute dread I’ve had while reading the entire candy section

Also strange that dead teenage space jade is the one thing that DOESN’T fill me with absolute dread

CANDY 20

Karkat SNAPPED

CANDY 21

I somehow managed to forget that calliope exists

 Funeral TWO

As fucking rough as dirk’s suicide was, I absolutely cannot imagine him in any of these situations

Like the only narrative choices were to kill him or to lock him away in his lab w/o a single mention of him and I gotta say the former makes more sense given his characterization

):

I am. Upset.

ARADIA

Aradia please save me from this nightmare

Asdfghjlkjhgf

I changed my mind I love candy

Never mind jane’s talking about eugenics again

I’m laughing???? What the fuck is happening?????

Okay alt calliope is using dead teen space jade’s body as a vessel

Should’ve put two and two together since I got close to that part in meat but I have been reading for like 9 hours and things are starting to blur together

*heavy metal music plays*

CANDY 22

3 year time jump! Alright!

Fucking same, john

Okay so the dead trolls that got consumed by the black hole are showing up on earth c, or something?

WAIT DOES THAT MEAN LORD ENGLISH IS GONNA GET PLOPPED INTO THIS TIMELINE

idk if I’m misunderstanding but……..i am……nervous

Those are my 20-something-year-old children

Cant believe karkat rose and kanaya are in antifa :’)

Actually I can absolutely believe that

I hate this

I was 100% unprepared to see Eridan fucking Ampora in the year of our lord 2019. I’m calling the fucking police

This is the worst

Oh I Do Not Like This

CANDY 23

John was serious about the whole kidnapping thing huh

Christ almighty

SILENCE, CLOWN.

Jokes aside the child abuse is like. Very vey upsetting.

But why has this human child adopted the ‘uh,,’s of Tavros’ quirk

I think I’ve said this before but homestuck is very good, actually

Hm this shit with kid tavros is making me sick to my stomach

Also I’m approaching hour 10 and I may have to take a break for sleep soon.

But. I defo have shit to do this weekend that doesn’t involve reading homestuck

We’ll see how much longer I can stay awake, I guess

Dave said this about dirk (jake also said this about dirk, in meat) and I’m. not psyched about it.

I suppose it’s possible that gamzee retained it from dirks funeral, but still

John has his breath powers back?? Passively, at least?

And where the fuck did alt calliope go

And aradia and sollux

Unfortunately I still think it is kidnapping

Especially because you’re like, 5

):

It’s probably, like, a bad thing that I was rooting for john’s kidnapping plan to work. But.  

CANDY 24

Okay theres alt calliope aradia and sollux

I am. Compromised.

Oh fuck

It’s actually kind of insane that dirk and jane are like. Straight villains. I kinda would’ve guessed w/ jane (relation to the condesce and all that) but dirk being a villain shocked the fuck out of me. it really shouldn’t have, though, considering that dirk was capable of becoming bro.

): ): ): ):

I’m actually tearing up LMAO

I can’t tell if it’s because of how much I love terezi or if it’s because I’ve been reading this for 10 hours straight

Probably both

CANDY 25

Karkat I love you

Also this is buried deep enough in this post so I think it’s safe to say w/o anyone actually reading it: when I was 14 and reading homestuck for the first time I had a crush on karkat and used to daydream about us going on a date at the county fair

I’m sorry to anyone that had to read that with their own eyeballs

Hard labor in the cake mills

Bucket jokes are dead, folks. You heard it here first.

Oh Christ I just remembered that group of cosplayers who took a bucket into a restaurant and passed it around and spit in it. Scandal of the fucking decade.

Asdfghjk KANAYA

This is only going to make things more complicated, I imagine

KARKAT: I’M ALSO FUCKING ORDERING YOU TO STOP MAKING GARBAGE FISH PUNS FOREVER.

LMAO

Okay…on that slightly…lighter note, I think it’s time to turn in for the night. I’m at the 11th hour (literally) and I’m losing my ability to pay attention to what the fuck is going on

Plus my head hurts like a motherfucker

If I remember correctly, each epilogue has 45 parts, so I’m a bit more than halfway done

I’m setting an alarm because I’m dedicated to finishing this tomorrow

CANDY 26

Okay I got my hat on backwards and I’m ready to fucking party

Even Alternia had beauty in it. But John is sure that Earth C probably replicates it the same way it replicates everything else: thin and garish and fake, fake, fakity FAKE. A bad photocopy with the ink settings turned to high contrast. A sunrise that casts no shadows.

This is not a party

Also I’m getting flashbacks to my thesis that I wrote on the left hand of darkness which never shut the fuck up about shadows and the lack thereof

A streak of teal, smudged along the top ridge of the seat cushion, at the center of a red, bloody handprint. With wide eyes, John reaches out and runs his thumb over it. It chips under his nail, the same consistency as human blood. The same color as Terezi’s text.

He rubs the flaky crust between his fingers. He only stopped talking to her a few hours ago. Time passes differently out there, as he’s often reminded. She was so sure she was dying. Was this it? Was this how she —

John reels back, nausea striking him in the pit of his stomach. What kind of twisted coincidence is this? Why is he finding this now? If Terezi was here, why? Who was she bleeding with in the back of his father’s car?

I’m guessing john was bleeding with terezi in the back of his father’s car?

I mean when I left off with meat terezi had just shown up to find john impaled in the chest with one of LE’s teeth

But I’m like. SUPER not psyched to learn what happened to terezi

A choked sob forces its way out of his chest. His fingers flex into claws, gathering up dirt into his shaking fists. He bears down until his knuckles turn white and his fingernails press sharply into the flesh of his palms. The pain makes him feel real.

All he’s ever wanted is to be fucking real.

Maybe it’s because this is the first thing I’m reading this morning but I absolutely cannot take this seriously

CANDY 27

Ten year time skip. Jesus.

So everyones in their late 30s, now

I’m love them?

Also things are super not great on earth c, huh

Like imagine being jane crocker & playing a game where all your friends die a bunch & then showing up to an idyllic planet and being like ‘you know what this world needs more of? Fascism and eugenics.’

Also didn’t jane’s dad make it onto earth c??? where is THAT motherfucker??

I’m glad that sollux and aradia are still like. Chillin.

Karkat sure does know how to sweet-talk people

Also karkat still misses dave ):

And dave still misses karkat ):

This is so fucking rough

CANDY 28

VRISKA???

Yeah this is the vriska that got punted by LE after releasing the juju

She is taking things as well as I would imagine vriska to take things

CANDY 29

These chapters are getting shorter. Maybe I’ll actually finish this today

…lord English?

CANDY 30

Okay, so jane’s dad was on earth c, and now he’s dead

Jesus Christ

I shouldn’t be laughing but adjsgklfgfs

Leave it to karkat to try to assassinate someone with a fucking rocket launcher

Also leave it to dad to jump in front of a FUCKING ROCKET LAUNCHER

I cant believe gamzee fucking Makara is still here. I was hoping that had all been a nightmare

Yikes! Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!

Asdfghjkjhgfdsdfghjkjhgfdsdfghjkljhgfrvghkhgf

I-

I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming

BEGONE, CLOWN

CANDY 31

I missed their interactions

John is so fucking funny sometimes

I’m laughimg so fucking hard

Also I’m going to keep calling her vriska and calling rose and kanaya’s child ‘kid vriska.’ Otherwise I will get incredibly confused between this vriska and actual (vriska)

Vriska I love you

Also I like how john straight up hates kid vriska

God she’s so intolerable. I love her.

Also vriska and dirk are so similar but I love vriska and can’t stand dirk

am I a misandrist

(I know it’s probably their differences; vriska is dedicated to being a hero and not a author/villain(?) and still, like, values people, even if it is in her own fucked up way. Also she’s like a billion times more critical of herself than dirk is)

oh god theyre talking about terezi

yeah that didn’t go anywhere I wanted it to

CANDY 32

fukcing. Gamzee.

Please god vriska beat this clowns ass

“brutal Double Axe Handle” “European-style Uppercut” “knife chop” “Discus Back Elbow”

Am I supposed to know what any of this means

I like how john is just watching this happen

Gamzee grabs (Vriska)’s foot by the bridge. Instead of yanking her off-balance, he opens his huge, bloody maw of a mouth and... runs his tongue along the rubber bottom of her shoe? (Vriska) freezes. She watches him lap the mud—and his own blood—out from between the grooves of the sole. His lips drag lewdly over the ridge of her footwear and begin sucking at where her big toe would be, if it were not safely ensconced in several layers of rubber and canvas.

Fucking GROSS

I hate this clown so goddamn much

This is the absolute Worst Outcome

Like I cannot imagine a more upsetting scenario than gamzee and vriska making out in canon

Dirk’s suicide would be a fucking palate cleanser at this point

That was a bad joke to make but that’s what homestuck does to you I fucking guess

CANDY 33

*I* don’t even remember the three pillars of canon

And I read that shit literally yesterday

I, unfortunately, have no idea what this means

Well. At least rose is happy. For the first time in the entirety of homestuck.

CANDY 34

“immoderately lit”

I’m going to say that all the time now. Thanks.

Vriska’s huge, mischievous smile freezes on her face. When her eyes pass the image to her brain, and it finally makes sense of this incomprehensible jumble of gray limbs, blue and purple slop, tangled black hair, and stunned faces, her expression begins to slowly melt. It then drifts quickly, from phase to phase, to one of wonder, then anguish, and finally, abject horror.

This is so fucking unfortunate

CANDY 35

At least all the vriskas are on the same page about this being the nightmare scenario. At least theres that.

Gamzee calling vriska “problematic.” I’m laughing really hard but I’m also like. Enraged.

And then, she lets go. His face is frozen in a repellent mask exhibiting the perfectly undetectable difference between terror and ecstasy. He’s dead.

I hope to GOD this is true but I’ve been tricked before

I don’t know if I will ever be truly free of gamzee fucking Makara

CANDY 36

Jake and his kid showed up to johns house and jake is wearing nothing but underwear

At this point this is one of the least strange things to happen

All the same, John finds it hard to feel much sympathy. Who is Jake? The one standing in front of him now, anyway. Has he always been this contemptibly pathetic, or is this too a function of the absurdity of this contorted reality? It’s hard to be sure. Are Jake’s “struggles” worth any more of John’s guilt and emotional energy than a Sim stuck in a pool without a ladder?

Jesus Christ. John did not come to play today. Fuck.

Also I feel incredibly bad for jake. I’ve never liked him but I’m not, like, a monster.

Or maybe he is doing exactly what Jake has always done. In a certain light, isn’t ascribing all this mess to some unconscious influence he might have had over the metaphysical shape of reality just a way to brush off his simpler failures as a man and a father?

God why is homestuck kicking my ass so bad

John constantly misses his dad and all I can think about is how often his dad told him that he was proud of him. And now john thinks he’s failed as a father.

John and jake are. Dancing.

I absolutely have not forgotten that jake is still in his underwear

CANDY 37

I’m living for this conversation between vriska and kid-vriska

Man I bet dirk hates john’s guts LOL

Like I imagine john’s retcon powers infuriate him

Though I bet dirk wouldn’t want the retcon powers for himself. It might take away the “challenge” of it. Idk.

Jesus Christ

How the turntables….

I Am Going To Vomit

Vrisrezi is so fucking legendary. No one can ever change my mind.

I also I just ate a ham and cheese sandwich and it was really fucking gross. Legit cant tell if I’m nauseous about that or vrisrezi

[CHANTING] VRISKA AND TEREZI ARE IN LOVE! VRISKA AND TEREZI ARE IN LOVE! VRISKA AND TEREZI ARE IN LOVE!

I’M SHAKING I FEEL SO VINDICATED RN

I forgive all the other dumb shit in this epilogue

Seriously. Transcends quadrants. I have been saying this for half a fucking decade. Vriska and terezi are in gay love. Eat shit, haters.

Asdfghjkl

I hate this stupid webcomic

I have nothing intelligent left to say anymore (as if I ever had anything intelligent to say) but. Homestuck good.

I am going to Lose My Shit

CANDY 38

Thank Fucking God

Also ever since dead teen space jade fell out of the sky, all of the characters have felt a lot more real

I’m not sure if that’s in the narrative or that’s just me getting over my disgruntlement at the incredibly batshit things happening in candy

Hatchi fucking matchi

Also getting some real dirk-fading-into-the-ether vibes from john here

Roxy is fucking laying into john damn

But it’s not like they arent making completely valid points

………..hmm……..

God I’m so depressed

I’ve spent 80% of my life worried that I’m doing the Important and Right thing

And in the last 4-5 years I’ve been confronted with my cosmic insignificance and I have not been able to get over it

Like I get it’s kind of asshole-ish. Narcissistic. Selfish. To think of your life and the people in it as something….sidelined. and to be all mopey over that.

I WANT to be all “who cares” about it because thinking that your life has any Grand Significance In The Scope Of The Infinite Universe is 100% impractical and frankly batshit

This is all to say that I have problems and homestuck if calling me tf out

CANDY 39

dave is in the FUCKING WHITE HOUSE

I swear to god if Obama shows up I will shit my fucking pants

He steps closer to investigate, wiping away at the layers of moss and dirt to reveal a surface he most certainly does recognize. It’s a transportalizer.

I am shaking in anticipation

It’s a mounted god tier costume, about the size an adult male would wear. He recognizes the symbol. It’s the same one Jake used to wear when they were teens. It is the symbol for Hope.

Obama played fucking sburb didn’t he

Why is homestuck so fucking funny

OBAMA LMAOOOOOOOOO

This is the most homestuck thing to ever happen in homestuck

Hologram throwing all this inspiring bullshit at dave and dave just repeatedly asking how Obama died

He tells himself there’s nothing wrong with crying. Of course there isn’t. Just... not in front of Obama. He’s GOT to keep it together.

I’m just gonna. Put this here.

Obama ships davekat

Daaaaaave ): ): ):

Yes I’m 21 years old yes I’m tearing up at a conversation between a fictionalized barrack obama and a fictional man who wears sunglasses from a ben stiller movie all the time

Hate this fucking comic LOL

“wake up”. What. What is happening.

The sliding panel reveals a recess, and in the recess stands a robot. It’s a gleaming, polished silver replica of Dave, but without shades. It stands totally still, unpowered. Dave struggles to make sense of what he’s looking at.

Is THIS the robot that dirk was building??

Wait Obama said he built it

What the actual fuck

Fucking. WHAT. DAVBOT?

This is so fucking weird

CANDY 40

Asdfghjkl

I love you aradia

Wow that conversation was…………..something

So calliope is fighting dirk for control of the narrative?

and dirk is like, an irresponsible author

especially interesting convo in light of dirk’s status as andrew’s self-insert

also I knew LE was gonna show up

CANDY POSTSCRIPT

rose…..bot……………..

I’ve got a bad feeling about this scoob

Also not feeling great about fucking davebot

That’s it for candy……………………..

Hopefully meat is more conclusive that

I’ve been reading for 15 total hours now

Might as well keep going

MEAT 25

Didn’t think I’d actually do it, huh?? Snide bastard

Also rose is going to straight die real soon isn’t  she

And then become rosebot

Oh fuck right off

MEAT 26

Get wrecked you punk-ass bitch

MEAT 27

Okay so alt calliope is taking over jades body in this reality. Cool cool.

Also. Interesting that calliope said the way events are telegraphed, not what events are telegraphed. Goes back to importance of the speaker convo from candy

Dirk’s text is getting smaller asfgshfjk

Also good to know that calliope is completely Freaked The Fuck Out in this reality too, re: alt calliope occupying jade’s body

……….man

Also I’ve said this before but. Dirk and vriska. Are so alike.

MEAT 28

Terezi dear god I fucking missed you

It probably hasn’t been that long but it feels like forever

Yeah I suppose terezi’s been talking w/ the john that’s aged into his 30s

Also I was thinking about this lastnight & I forgot that time works different here in ye olde paradox space and I was kinda super weirded out thinking about a 30 y/o john flirting with terezi. I actually had a nightmare about it lmao. But this morning I remembered that terezis probably been at this forever.

I think the fact that john is even worried about this at all means he’s in pretty good shape

John: *thinks a girl is cute*

John: oh shit am I being a creep

Okay, terezi says she feels like she’s been out there for a hundred sweeps. That defo makes me feel better about her and john flirting

Okay, so I was right. John was the one bleeding in the car

Terezi’s not bleeding though so I am. Nervous to find out how that happens.

OF COURSE terezi is still looking for vriska, you fucking goon. Theyre in love.

Though I gotta say I wasn’t that down with johnrezi before the epilogue but. I have to say. It’s actually very cute.

Terezi just. Ate shaving cream.

MEAT 29

Oh, hi, jane

I kinda forgot how far along she is in her development as a full-blown fascist in this timeline

Dirk: *speaks*

Me: bitch

Jesus Christ

Waiting for dirk to call jane problematic

Calliope SNAPPED

MEAT 30

Why is karkat hiking around in a fucking suit

I love karkat

I love dave

Dave starting to explain super pacs to jake

And using sbahj for campaign ads asgdhadkjl

Why is he like this (I say, fondly)

Dirk is really out here being Like That

I’m

I have no words

Also I promise that this is unrelated but jake has inexplicably grown on me a little (not a lot)

MEAT 31

Now terezi is eating tobacco

She’s disgusting. I love her.

Terezi ):

John: *talks about how great terezi is*

Me: *nods solemnly*

I Am In Pain

GOD I love Terezi

Terezi: hold on. Lemme just do an impromptu surgery real quick.

Terezi: *is, very unsurprisingly, turned on by doing an impromptu surgery*

Oh ok this is happening

Good thing I found the time to get down w/ johnrezi I fucking guess

Not completely sure how I feel about this

MEAT 32

Is dirk about to fucking assassinate jake

He wouldn’t do that right

Dirk said transphobe rights??

God I hate this motherfucker

Dave: come…’out.’ What is this you speak of.

Roxy, dave, and alt calliope: Let’s talk about gender

Okay, so. Assassinating jake is something that dirk WOULD do

Calliope struggling to keep dirk back w/ the power of their narration is very fun to read though

Dirk: *slices the bell in half*

Me: that would’ve…made good content for a flash

Not to sound ungrateful but not one panel? Not one flash animation? Instead I have to read all these WORDS?

Of course if this were in a flash animation I probably wouldn’t understand fuckall of what is going on

On the other hand, it wouldn’t be taking me a billion years to get through this

God can roxy please get a pair of sunglasses to match dave. Please. 

Hour? 17.5? Maybe?

Anyway I am being forced to take a break so I can participate in easter festivities (by which I mean eating dinner with 2 whole people)

Okay I’m back

I defo should be able to finish this tonight

Okay I guess killing Jake is NOT something that Dirk would do

At least. Not right now. And probably not permanently

dude…

you got to FLIP it

TURN-WAYS

Time to be back on dirk’s bullshit I guess

Meat 33

In the two hours that I was gone I managed to forget that john and terezi boned

Dirk saying things like “incel” and “cuck” make me want to Kill

Meat 34

Wow it so incredibly awful to read Dirk’s narration

I hate this stupid motherfucker so fucking much

Meat 35

*sees more orange text* oh jesus Christ

God why is he being so fucking cruel

Also if john dies then like. WHAT is the point.

Aw man I’m fucking crying

Man what the fuck

This shit fucking sucks

I gotta take a break

Meat 36

Now that I’ve taken like a 5 minute break to stop fucking crying it’s time to get back on the pain train I guess

Since I actually let Tears Fall there’s an increased chance that I’ll cry again

So I cannot be held accountable if I do that

Why the fuck does this clown keep misgendering roxy

Terezi: *pulls johns corpse out of a wallet to smell it* nothing weird about this

Also how tf is terezi gonna show back up shortly after john goes missing and no ones gonna suspect anything

Is it vriska. It’s vriska isn’t it.

Why do I feel like I’m either never going to get to see this conversation or I AM going to get to see it and its going to cause me immense personal distress

TEREZI SAID TRANS RIGHTS

Also terezi can hear dirk???????????

And are roxy’s pronouns him or them

Like did terezi just assume based on roxy’s appearance or did she talk to kanaya about it

Also I hate dirk’s stupid fucking guts

It does NOT help that I didn’t like him before the epilogue

God he sucks shit

Say it with me, now: we love terezi pyrope

Terezi DO NOT trust this clown ass motherfucker

Meat 37

Dirk is actually the worst dad. Don’t sweat it, john.

ROSE: Are you sure Kanaya is going to be ok with this?

No, rose. She absolutely will not be ok with this. What the fuck.

This shit sucks so goddamn much

I am going to be so depressed after finishing this arent I

Goddammit I’m crying again. I fucking knew I would.

Meat 38

Unfortunately I agree with dirk

FUCK

Davekat is so GOOD what the hell

Also

Karkat ):

Dirk will you fucking fuck off

I’m seriously okay with dave and karkat hopelessly pining forever if it means dirk doesn’t literally FORCE them to kiss. Like, what the fuck.

I take a deep breath and get myself under control. My light psychological intrusions may have only made things worse. Invested as I am in the outcome of this encounter, I know forcing their hand would be a mistake.

That’s the smartest thing you ever said you stupid fuck

Thank Fucking God

Meat 39

I’m nearing the end of this whole things and dirk still has narrative control. Not psyched about that.

He’s gently stroking the side of my arm now, making no effort to disguise his interest in the contours of my muscles. I use that arm to put a hand on his shoulder in an affable way, so that he’s forced to stop.

Dirk: I heard that Dirk has an 8-pack

Wait I already think I made that joke

He takes in every drop of light reflecting from my beautiful face. The sculpted cheekbones, the warrior’s eyebrows, the deadly serious yet exquisitely kissable mouth. This is the face he lives for now. A visage that, in mere minutes, will vanish from his life forever. The tears drop. His voice cracks.

Fuck OFF dude. I hate you so goddamn much.

I miss gamzee. GAMZEE. Can you believe that shit?????????

Also it’s so incredibly shitty that jane won the election against karkat

like there’s no way there’s gonna be any kind of resistance now for like, plenty of reasons, one being that it wouldn’t even start in the first place. Now jane’s gonna slide to Literal Genocide but with no opposition this time

god this is wack

Meat 40

I am so tired of seeing this fools orange text

Please god

Also I hate that homestuck has me counting exclamation marks to make sure theres not a significant number of them (8. 8 is the significant number)

Thinking about dave’s speech at dirk’s funeral and Not Feeling Great

Does dirk actually think dave is going to be the one to kill him or is that just his weird decapitation fetish talking

Meat 41

Kanaya I love you and this is not your fault but jesus Christ

Kanaya: I Have Been Bamboozled

Oh shes fucking mad

KANAYA: ***I SWEAR THAT I SHALL MAKE HIM PAY DEARLY FOR STEALING MY BELOVED WIFE!***

I know that I’ll never see it happen but I hope kanaya beats dirks ass into the goddamn ground

Remember when chainsawed eridan in half and put on bloodied lipstick afterward? That’s the shit I’m talking about

Welp. Bye, jade.

Fucking. My sentiments exactly.

Alright alt calliope is using ‘he’ pronouns w/ Roxy so I’m assuming that’s right, considering alt calliope has access to Roxy’s thoughts and shit

fuck you you punk-ass bitch

Meat 43

I have never in my life been more relieved to see red text instead of orange

Things are still pretty fucking awful, though. I haven’t forgotten that.

sdfghjkl

see things are 100% Very Bad rn but this isn’t like completely impossible to read? Like I enjoyed parts of the epilogue, didn’t enjoy other parts. But the a lot of the parts I didn’t enjoy just were so painful to read. It was damn near impossible sometimes. And like, I get what you’re trying to do, but imo tough subjects don’t necessarily need to be written in a way that makes me so viscerally upset lol

anyway what I’m saying is that I’m not viscerally upset right now. Considering I’m nearing the end, this is a good thing.

karkat is talking about how dumb the concept of incest is and is being a jerk about how roxy’s dressed. I am upset again.

Thank god dave is here to save the fucking day

I just sneezed and heard crackling in my ears. I’ve been hearing shit like that for a solid two months now. Is there fluid in my ears? Do I have an ear infection? How long do ear infections last?

I’m love them

They still don’t know john is dead ): ): ):

Thank fucking god

At least there’s the possibility that they’ll see john again and that calliope is going to provide some fucking guidance

Also arent epilogues supposed to RESOLVE SHIT and not like. Leave me hanging like this. I can tell it’s to leave me hanging and listen. Listen. I just want to be free.

I’m going to be 40 goddamn years old and homestuck: the sequel is going to come out and the characters are going to be 42 and dealing with the exact issues that I’m dealing with as a 40 year old and it’ll launch me into an at-least-a-month-long spiral of fruitless self-reflection while I cry about it

Oh god fucking dammit

What was his sacrifice, even? Having sex with terezi?

Sorry. I’m just bitter.

In any case, in addition to like, weakening LE enough for alt calliope to presumably kill him, I do think it has something to do with terezi. I don’t think her role in things is quite over yet.

Meat Postscript

Okay so we’re back to candy?

Or, at least, where candy left off

Did. Alt calliope eat LE. Is that what happens when cherubs defeat one another. Did I manage to forget this cannibalistic detail.

Did dirk influence Obama to make davebot so davebot could join forces with alt-calliope to go against dirk, or was that Obama intentionally going up against dirk

Did I really type that sentence with my own fingers

The hole leaves behind an absence in the sky so calm that continuing to call it a sky wouldn’t seem to do it justice. It’s a perfectly neutral expanse into which anything one can imagine might be summoned. And for a while, anything was. But not anymore. Where the hole gaped just moments ago, there now exists an imaginary line.

Above this line resides all that matters. Below exists all else. Never again the twain shall meet.

These are a dope couple of paragraphs

Also I know that this probably goes against everything I just read but I hope this means I never have to read about an offshoot timeline again

Like I get that that was all Homestuck Brand Fuckery but I need like 300 months to recover

21 hours of reading later and I don’t really know what to

[totallygayforzendaya]

Same Email, Different Day ~ Soulmate AU! Spierfield

A/n: So starting Fanfiction on tumblr for the first time, hope it goes well!! Wish me luck and I’ll try my best to make it look nice.

FROM: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

TO: bluegreen118@gmail.com

DATE: November 12, 10:46 PM

SUBJECT: RE: Hand Pulls

So, I’m sixteen, started feeling a weird tug on my hand, it was..well weird. I had told my mom about it and she told me soulmates were the real deal. She said that her and my dad were soulmates. After that I didn’t talk to her and just searched it up online. Did you know that ‘a tug on your hand’ is a common search result for the internet? Like do you know how much people that would be? Anyways, it said that soulmates can vary from each person. Some have a red string that tugs on their hand (which I think I have), wings, tattoos, a countdown on your wrist, or you have to kiss the person to recieve a mark. How do feel about the word ‘soulmates’ Blue? I’m sorry that if I sound like a hopeless romantic, but I think it’s cute, being destined to be with someone. What do you think?

Love, Jaques

FROM: bluegreen118@gmail.com

TO: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

DATE: November 12, 11:00 PM

SUBJECT: RE: Hand Pulls

It’s alright Jaques, it’s totally natural to feel a tug on your hand. I feel it as well, well sometimes. It only happens when I’m at school, which probably means that I’m soulmates with someone at OUR school. Yeah it’s kinda weird, knowing you have someone out there for you but you don’t know who they are. You should really talk to your mom more often, she’s smart. And you searched something up online? Please tell me you didn’t use Wikipedia, those things are untrustworthy. The word soulmates is just a word for me. My parents were never soulmates, they just couldn’t find their significant other at the time. Dad had left because he found his soulmate, but I’m not judging. And you are a total romantic. Talking to me on gmail AND giving me compliments every now and then, a complete romantic.

Love, Blue

Simon rolls his eyes as he reads Blue’s reply. He had no idea who Blue was but still felt a familiar tug on his hand. It happened every time Simon thought of Blue, or as well know, Bram. Yeah, cute soccer boy is the quirky, romantic, poetic Blue, didn’t see that coming huh?

Well he is and Simon had no clue, which made the tugging a little more weirder. Simon types up a reply before going to bed, thinking sleep was what he needed to not think of Blue.

FROM: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

TO: bluegreen118@gmail.com

DATE: November 13, 12:21 AM

SUBJECT: RE: Hand Pulls

Don’t worry, I didn’t use wiki. Nevermind, yeah I did. But I asked my mom for confirmation. She was happy to hear that I wouldn’t end up alone. And I guess we’re the same, it mainly happens during school as well. I kinda hate it because it could pull me so hard that I’d almost fall to the ground. I had told everyone around who had seen that I just tripped on air. And I am not a romantic. Don’t you remember my past relationships? Running away from kissing someone isn’t really romantic.

Love, Jaques

The next morning, Simon had gotten ready the best he could. He didn’t check his laptop, or his phone. But Simon looked at the outfit he had choosen, thinking it was fine. Blue jeans, olive hoodie, and his denim jacket, so the usual. He checks the time before running off outside.

I WOKE UP LATE!

He thinks, jumping into his car. He stops by Leah’s house, honking his horn.

“I’m sorry, I missed my alarm” Simon says, looking at Leah through the open window.

“It’s okay, you got here, now let’s go pick up the two love birds” she says, getting in the passenger seat. He drives to Nick’s house, him jumping in, before leaving to Abby’s.

“So Si, hows it going?” Nick says, leaning against the passenger and driver seat. Simon had came out to Nick, Leah, and Abby after the gay club they had went to.

“Pretty good, you-know-who is still talking to me, so I’m just a ray of sunshine” he says, not really wanting to say Blue aloud. It was just so that people around them wouldn’t overhear their conversation. Most specifically Blue.

Simon didn’t want Blue to know that he thought of him as his soulmate. Just think about it, it felt like fate that we met.

“You? A ray of sunshine?” Abby asks, earning a laugh throughout the whole car. Simon parks at school, already feeling a tug on his hand. Nick and Abby were soulmates, that was for sure. They had matching tattoos on their wrists and it flowed the first time they met. Leah hadn’t found her yet, claiming she had about one more week until she’d meet hers, having a clock on her wrist.

“So I have that red string thing, and it’s someone in this school” he confesses, his arm pulling to the passenger seat window.

“Oooh I bet it’s a guy”

“But what guy?” Leah asks Abby, smiling at him.

“Cal Price?” Nick says, tilting his head to the side in thought.

“Garret Laughlin?” Leah says, biting her lip as she thinks of the soccer player.

“Bram Greenfield?” Abby wonders, the name making Simon’s brain work. Green could be something, but wasn’t that part of Blue’s email?

“Earth to Si, we’ve gotta get to class” Nick says, snapping his fingers in front of his face. Simon shakes his head before getting up from the driver seat. Leah and Abby has already left, had been needing to get to their locker. Simon started walking inside the school when he felt a tug on his hand. He falls from the force, shrieking softly.

“Nick! Help!!” Simon pleads as his arm pulls him forward. There was no explanation for it but those who were sixteen knew exactly what was going on. Nick runs after him, grabbing the hand that wasn’t being pulled and pulls him up.

“Fuck that hurt” Simon groans, shaking his hand, wanting to stop the aching coming from it. Nick laughs and shakes his head as Bram and Garret walk over to them.

“That was sick Spier, wonder who your soulmate is” Garret says, taking a quick glance to Bram. He had been tugged as well but held onto his locker so he wouldn’t be dragged.

“Do you think it was you-know-who?” Nick mumbles at Simon but it wasn’t really quiet. Bram gave Nick a confused look before looking at Simon. He looks away as quick as he looked.

“Yeah, I wonder” Simon says before taking out his phone. He hadn’t checked it this whole morning and almost screamed out in joy as he sees a email from Blue, one from this morning.

“Oh shit, Nick, cover for me” he says before running to the bathroom, strangely feeling the tug on my hand.

Simon goes in one of the stalls before reading Blue’s email.

FROM: bluegreen118@gmailcom

TO: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

DATE: November 13, 6:57 AM

SUBJECT: RE: Hand Pulls

Yeah, forgot about that...you really need to not run. Hasn’t your parents told you to not run from your problems? Every time I feel the tug on my hand, I’d hold onto whatever was closest. I’m surprised I haven’t grabbed another person before. My dad, when I visited last, told me that his friend used to do that and then next thing you know he grabbed my dad and pulled him all the way to the girl locker room where my dad’s friends soulmate was, it was hilarious when he told me. You know, sometimes, I wish you’d be my soulmate, since you already know more about me than anybody else.

Love, Blue

Simon’s heart beat grew fast as he read the email. Blue had felt the same. His smile grows as he types a reply.

FROM: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

TO: bluegreen118@gmail.com

DATE: November 13, 8:34 AM

SUBJECT: RE: Hand Pulls

That is quite the story. My mom and dad met when they saw each other’s wings. So, nothing special. My sister, she met her soulmate in collage with the clock on her wrist. They bumped into each other and spilled coffee on each other. They thought their clocks short circuited but it ended up then being soulmates. I wouldn’t mind if you were my soulmate to be honest. But I was wondering if you’d like to meet up?

Love, Jaques

Simon reread his email over and her again before hitting send. He puts his phone in his pocket before running to his and Nick’s class.

“So how was the words from the principal?” The teacher asked and he nods his head.

“It was good” he says, smiling softly before sitting down on his seat. Simon knew that time would fly so slow as he waits for another email and the day to end.

*time skip*

Bram breathed out as he sat on the lunch table during lunch. He had seen the email that Jaques had sent and was thinking about it the rest of the day. Did he want to meet him? Of course he did! Was Bram ready to meet the anonymous person he’s Ben talking to? Yes, yes he was. And after all of these thoughts, he decided to write a reply.

FROM: bluegreen118@gmail.com

TO: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

DATE: November 13, 12:38 PM

SUBJECT: RE: Carnival?

Your sister really is an amazing person. And to be completely serious, I’d love to meet you. There’s a carnival opening tomorrow. Are you able to come? I’d really really like to meet you

Love, Blue

Bram nervously looks at Simon, seeing his face light up when he gets a notification from his phone. Yeah, he knew. Simon talked the way he wrote. Bram thought it was cute, like his hair. Simon’s glasses, his personality, go he was the most cutest boy that Bram knew. He just made him shy and he never talked to him that much.

FROM: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

TO: bluegreen118@gmail.com

DATE: November 13, 12:40 PM

SUBJECT: RE: Carnival?

Yeah, it’s a wonder she’s my sister, I’m not like that at all. I’m free tomorrow and think the carnival would be a good idea. How will I know it you?

Love, Jaques

FROM: bluegreen118@gmail.com

TO: hourtohour.notetonote@gmail.com

DATE: November 13, 12:43 PM

SUBJECT: RE: Carnival?

I bet you are an amazing person in real life Jaq. You’ll find me with a tug on your wrists. And if not, I’ll mind you.

Love, Blue

Simon’s heart raced fast as he looked at the email. Nick nudges his shoulder, have been reading over his shoulder and scaring Simon.

“Jesus Christ Nick, don’t do that” he says, almost instantly pulling the phone to his chest. He glares at Nick, earning a chuckle for the soccer player.

“I couldn’t help it, I just wanted to see what you and you-know-who were talking about. Oh and me, Abby, and Leah are going” Nick nods, as another (cute) soccer player was watching.

“Alright, I’ll give you guys a ride” Simon says, pocketing his phone. Oh how he wasn’t expecting the next day.

*time skip brought to you by Abby changing from Cleopatra to Wonder Woman*

“You looking for someone Si?” Abby asks, tilting her head to the side to look at Simon, who was sitting on the curb, facing the carnival.

“Yeah, wait how’d you know?” He asks, looking up at her, Nick’s arm wrapped around her shoulders. Leah had walked away with Anna and Morgan, going to the carousel.

“Your eyes are looking around, hope you find them” she says before walking away, leaving Simon to his thoughts. It was already 8:30, since the carnival was to close in a few minutes, he decided to go on the tilt-a-whirl. Using up his last ticket, he gets in a capsule. The tilt-a-whirl were round capsules with a wheel in the middle for you to spin yourself fast.

“Can I sit here?” Simon hears a familiar voice and looks up, seeing cute calf, Bram Greenfield.

“Yeah, go ahead” he says, smiling at him, scooting over so Bram could sit down. They put on their seatbelts before Simon starts to stare at Bram, realizing what was going on.

“Blue?” Bram perks up at Simon’s voice, looking up from his intent stare at the wheel in the middle.

“Hey Jaques, or should I say Simon?”

“You knew?”

“Well of course I did, you talk the way you write” Bram says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh” and thats when the ride started. Bram almost instantly grabs onto the bar, his knuckles turning white from how tight he was holding on. Simon, remembering the email of his nauseousness, holds onto the wheel, trying to make the capsule not spin. But it just kept spinning, as if it was programmed to. But little did the two know, the ride wasn’t the only thing spinning.

Simon’s head was spinning, have been thinking about Bram being Blue. Bram’s stomach was doing somersaults as he thinks of Simon knowing he was Blue.

Everything was okay, as it had always been between the two. One soccer player and one Dit.

And after one hand pull, they knew.

They were meant to be together.

[weeklywritings36]

5/16/19

It’s hard to put into words how I have been feeling. But right now I’m pretty bored so why not write?

 I’ve found it enjoyable to write again lately after well… writing 8 essays can have that effect. There’s something magical about words and their power. Being able to express yourself. I will admit that this will be no where near as eloquent as my essays. My head is too much a mess for that to be possible. I do notice however that my level of language is improved. Feels kinda good I guess. Like I’m good for something. And I know that’s a thought fallacy. I’m good at a lot of things. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that. I get lost in all my pain and misery. It stings. As I’ve been told, there are multiple things I can do when I don’t feel well. And one of those things is stay miserable, which on occasion I am known to do. I kinda… well… I suck at that. As Eli said, I’m a goddamn rubber duck. The further you push me down the faster and harder I go shooting up. He’s right. I’m not good at staying down and out. I’m like Spiderman. I get up. Like Celeana. I get up. Like Steve Rogers. Life is relentless, but it hasn’t met me. I know it feels like the world is collapsing around you sometimes. But you are strong. I know when everything is falling apart you can’t see it. I know how much you care as much as you try and pretend that nothing matters. I know how hard it is to get out of bed every day and stare your demons in the face. But you do. And that means something. Raanan said lesser people would have died. And I don’t want to boost your ego that much and I know you can’t speak for humanity but he is probably right. The amount of pain you’ve dealt with these last 6 years is impressive. And you don’t hear it enough. I’m proud of you. You many not always deal with it in the most ideal way, but you do cope. People don’t need to understand for you to be valid. And even if they don’t understand, they care. You could list them. And we known that many of them would move on. It won’t shatter Melech’s world if he doesn’t get the MPs. And all people heal from things, but you would leave a void. You do matter Jenna. No matter how much it screams that you don’t. It’s okay to fall down. It’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to be weak. Being weak does not mean you ARE weak. Crying isn’t pathetic. You are not pathetic. You are human. And as much as you hate that, it’s the reality. The standards you hold Nava to, Azer to, Raanan to – they apply to you. You aren’t excepted to be better. If you’d let them get away with it, then you need to let yourself get away with it. That isn’t the right language. If it is acceptable that they –

It is now a while later. I went to go pick up my car. It’s my car no matter how much dad says it’s not. I proved my point to him the other day. He would always say that Grammy pays the insurance so it is her car. So I asked who pays the insurance on mom’s car. He said him. I said isn’t it your car then? He says he gave it to her. I say so and gesture to mine. He doesn’t answer. I’d say I finally won that one. Anyway Noah drives. It’s nice. I open my window and the wind whips my hair as we drive down the highway. I realize why it’s more intense when my dad closes his window. They then ask me to close mine. So I do. I get in my car and put on my music. I wish I had an AUX cord so I could play my music as loudly as I want instead of being confined by my phone speaker’s max volume. I stop fully at the stop signs because dad had been saying that to Noah and I’m directly behind him so gotta be a good example yea? I stop fully at the next one, no car coming I go and as I’m going a car honks at me. Whoops… I didn’t see ya bud. Sorry about that. I get on the highway and I try not to go zooming past Noah. I go 60 and once I’m out of sight I’m up to 70 and hit 80 some of the time. The winds pushes my hair all around and sometimes in front of my face. If I had gotten pulled over it would be doubly awkward because A. I’m speeding 20 miles over the speed limit and I could loose my license of that and B. I can’t see because my hair is in my face. I’m pushing so many envelops that at some point something is going to catch up with me. The thing that had been at the bottom of my car flaps in the wind and freaks me out so I close the windows. One hand on the steering wheel I shove it under the seat and then I reopen the windows. I pushed my hair behind me several times, but it didn’t really have an effect. Oh also I ate four bowls of cereal this morning and I’m still not hungry even though its been 6 hours. Then again that does seem kind of normal. I feel weird for overeating that much. It tasted good and I was stressed but I was kind of disgusted with myself and like Jenna what the fuck are you doing. Anyway I get off the high way and I can hear my music again really well. I’m listening to Greek Tragedy by The Wombats. It was on the playlist that Azer made for me years ago. Jennacide. It’s on Spotify and I don’t know how old it is. Old is the answer. I remember listening to it while I was getting something done to the car. I had downloaded Spotify on my phone and I was like alright I’ll do this. I remember really liking the song but I didn’t think much of it. Here I am I’m unsure of how many years later but listening to the song on repeat. I’m even listening to it right now. The repeat is really smooth so you get the what’s new pussy cat vibe. Y’know? Like the is it a new song or is it just longer than you thought it was? I had finally braved a place where I would be around people but I had headphones on. Noah walked in and asked why the headphones. Why the music in here, gesturing to my headphones, and not out here, gesturing to the room. I tell him I don’t think he’d like it. He says he would so I unplug my headphones. He sits down with his English essay. I ask if he’s sure. He asks if it’s in English. I turn the volume up to show him it is. He says it’s fine then so I turn the volume back down. It’s at 16 right now. I find it funny at times like this that I ever have it all the way up at 100. Like how do I not find that unbearably loud when I’m known to listen to music at 2. And same with using my earbuds. I manually lower it to be right above the mute and it’s still so loud. And then I go and blow my volume limit. Dialectical I guess. I don’t understand humans so not understanding myself makes sense. I’ve been seeing Game of Thrones memes on tumblr. Sounds like they ruined Danyeisus’s character. I hadn’t watched since the first episode with Eli. He has. I have proof from him sending a meme. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t think about that much any more. Everyone said that time would help heal it and it has. Slowly but surely it stings a lot less. Back to my original story. I’m driving and I get to our block. And I see something in the street it looks like a turtle holy shit its an opossum and yike. I hit it and I’m so shook. I circle around the block and I don’t see it. I make a U-turn and I go back two blocks instead of one. I don’t see it but I do see Noah driving home so I’m going to get home after him, which probably will look a little weird. I get home, close windows, turn off car, walk onto the driveway where Noah is standing while Dad pulls the car in and I’m like I hit an opossum. And dad is like really? I was pretty shook to be honest. I just feel a lot of things right now but I’m out of words so I’m going to leave this here. I think writing might do me some good and I’d say I’d do it daily but last time I tried that it fell flat. I thing I will post this on my writing blog though.

So I’ll write something here for the sake of tumblr. Even though no one follows me because I don’t want people reading my mental health blog. Just keep holding on I guess.

~36

[jaehyunpeachy]

i am you // you are me - yoonkook - 5k

some weird soulmate shit happens.

read: yoongi keeps running into this cute cashier boy. and they keep matching?

(music to listen: 1. belief - mabinc 2. i am you you are me - zico 3. soulmate - zico ft. iu)

man, seoul has a completely different atmosphere and air to it - way different than in daegu. literally, the air smells different here and yoongi thinks it’s not necessarily a bad thing, but the fact that he notices this small and random detail just makes him a little more depressed because he longs for his cozy home back in good ole d-town.

he’s lounging in a flimsy lawn chair on his apartment balcony and distastefully sniffs the stuffy seoul air again. his mind wanders back to old, familiar places - the bustling family restaurant, his mom’s soothing voice, his father beckoning him to taste the family’s famous galbi-jjim , his brother’s annoying method of showing affection via noogies when yoongi grudgingly accepts his chores for the day.

the fond memories in his head are juxtaposed with the outside sound and sight of the bustling nighttime atmosphere. everything in seoul is so,fast-paced , even the night life, which he can clearly see from his vantage point. he hasn’t really gotten used to it all, more like, barely tolerating it. he’s kinda stubbornly refusing to settle completely which serves to make him more homesick and then he’s stuck in this cycle of stubbornness and nostalgia and longing and stubbornness and nostalgia and longing.

yoongi breaks his nostalgic reverie when he stands up, the chair loudly scraping against the floor. if he’s going to drown himself in memories and be a sad, depressed sack he might as well do it right - with some alcohol.

he checks the fridge to grab a can of beer but fuck - he’s out. all that’s left is a pack of sliced turkey meat, a sad pile of lettuce, a lone half-empty gallon of milk, and a fully empty carton that used to hold eggs.

damn, his produce is mocking him.

just a few hours ago when he opened his fridge he saw the same turkey, lettuce, milk, and egg carton and the word minimalism smugly appeared in his head. yoongi prides himself on not being wasteful; he’s able to use each and every one of his ingredients until they’re completely gone, thank you very much.

but seeing as he’s in a less than ideal mood to be holed up at home and he has a dire need of alcohol, yoongi tears his eyes away from his sad produce, grabs his wallet and keys, and wrestles himself into a big sweater to combat the chilly night-time seoul air. he grumbles as he steps out of his apartment complex. daegu was always on the warmer side. who knows, maybe the seoul air will help clear his head. maybe.

yoongi finds himself deep in thought as he’s walking, a result of his melancholy mood and the atmosphere of night probably. as a result, he doesn’t realize that he’s actually not walking in the direction of the nearest 7-eleven. when he hears the distant sound of a car angrily honking five times - goddamn, chill - he’s shaken out of his thoughts and glances at his surroundings.

nice. he’s in a random alley.

well, way to go min yoongi. this night is just continually fucking with him and becoming more and more disappointing. he takes a minute to inwardly curse at himself for his obliviousness before he has the smart idea of grabbing his phone out his pocket. he googles the nearest convenience store. the top result is ten yards from his current location.

he rounds a corner and walks a few paces before he spots it. only a single neon sign that reads “ level” adorns its storefront and he assumes that’s what the store is called. yoongi power walks toward it, through the front door, and straight towards where he thinks they should be keeping the alcohol because dammit, he is a man on a mission.

somewhere on the other end of the store, which isn’t actually far from where yoongi stands now, the clock goes from 11:59 to 12:00.

yoongi surveys his surroundings. he’s bombarded with neon colors from every angle, which makes the store feel bigger than it actually is. from the outside, it looked cramped and dull and drab and not colorful. due to this very misleading outward appearance, yoongi immediately thinks that this is exactly the type of store that is empty seventy-five percent of the time and will most likely be out of business within the next month.

okay, it is midnight, but yoongi can tell when a store is being frequented or not, in this case: not. it’s the only possible explanation as to why his sneakers squeak so unusually loud on the unusually pristine tiles.

he strides towards the refrigerated area and for some reason, he feels a strange sense of familiarity, like he’s been here before; a type of vague awareness that comes from something like a dream.

actually, yoongi’s seen stores like this before. namjoon has a very cultured and particular sense of tumblr aesthetic and this store fits the bill perfectly.

yoongi chalks that niggling feeling as a latent reaction to all the posts he witnessed namjoon reblogging to his tumblr, as they sat on the couch on their respective phones. he’s suddenly bitter again because now, with his current situation and location , he can’t even call namjoon out for trying to be hipster because he’s too far away to even see namjoon or his stupid hipster-aesthetic-whatever tumblr in person.

yoongi spots the alcohol, finally, and grabs two - he hesitates and turns around - three bottles of the brand he likes and walks to the checkout station.

well fuck, he was hoping for a some sort of self-checkout machine - this is seoul, the largest metropolis of korea after all - but he should have known not to expect anything when he set foot inside.

god, he’s too impatient and drained and sad to deal with another human being but sucks up his feelings once again as he steps up to the counter. no one is actually there and yoongi spots a bell and rings it twice. a couple more times, more insistently, for good measure. suddenly he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. he checks and sees it’s from namjoon.

at that moment someone stumbles out of the ‘employees only’ door and utters a quick apology for making yoongi wait.

yoongi quickly glances up from the phone and sees that the cashier is a young twenty-something boy. all he sees is a mop of soft brown hair and just under it, a pair of soft brown eyes which he unwittingly makes eye contact with. but suddenly it is broken - the cashier beginning to ring up yoongi’s items, and yoongi looking back at his phone.

dance monster [12:10 am]

hyung

you’ll never guess wat happend today

me [12:10 am]

what

dance monster [12:11 am]

so u kno that tattoo i got a while back ????

me [12:11 am]

joon ur gonna have to be a little more specific

dance monster [12:11 am]

ok ok that one on my wrist !

the moon one !!1!1 !

me [12:11 am]

so...what

dance monster [12:11 am]

idek hyung like

ok fuck

this sounds so weird but like

for some reason i woke up this morning

me [12:11 am]

a goddamn miracle

dance monster [12:12 am]

shut up hyung

anyway i woke up

and now i have a new sun tattoo

me [12:12 am]

wait

what

dance monster [12:12 am]

idk !!! hyung idek wats goin on ajoer

i think it’d be better if u called me

asklejroijga

“excuse me?”

right, yoongi still needs to pay for his things. he jams his phone into his back pocket and fishes for his wallet. he awkwardly fumbles for some bills, “ah, sorry - here you go,” and all but flings them on the counter in his haste to get back to his conversation with namjoon and to go back home and avoid strangers altogether, let alone semi-attractive strangers.

it looks like his original plan of drowning in sorrow will have to be put on hold. nonetheless, he welcomes the new interruption in the form of his dear friend.

right as yoongi’s about to exit the store, the cashier calls out to him.

“um,” he pauses cutely, “nice sweater.”

yoongi looks down. it’s an old number, one that jimin got for him as a christmas present. it’s kinda not his style because it’s colorblocked - well, color in general - but it’s the first thing he found as he left his apartment and it’s oversized and it’s a gift. from jimin. so.

he looks up again and sees the exact same sweater on the cashier.

o-kay. what a coincidence.

at this moment, yoongi gets a really good look at the twenty-something cashier boy. well, as good of a look as he can seeing as half of cashier boy’s body is obscured by the counter.

the cashier is clearly taller and bigger than yoongi but the sweater still looks oversized and his fingers just barely peek out from under the sleeves. yoongi gets a good look at cashier boy’s doe eyes and button nose and his whole look just screams soft.   fuck semi-attractive. this guy is possibly the most attractive guy yoongi has ever seen. the most attractive person in seoul, by far. at least to yoongi’s standards. and this is only the visible half - yoongi gulps - doesn’t even want to think about anything lower than that.

he eloquently chokes out a word. “cool.”

real smooth, min yoongi.

well, time’s up. yoongi’s just about done with social interaction and he’s itching to get home and he wants to maybe forget this whole thing because goddamn, he’s awkward and the cashier is cute.

cashier boy blinks and fuck, yoongi can see his eyelashes from here. and then, cashier boy smiles , all twinkling eyes and soft lips, “have a nice evening, sir.”

yoongi bolts out of the door.

/

jungkook just barely managed to keep his fluster in check. he tried to not to stare at the strange man’s silvery hair, or at his sharp profile, or at his attractive piercings, three silver hoops on each ear - fuck, since when did jungkook find piercings on anyone but himself attractive?

but the thing that caught jungkook’s attention the most was the sweater. not the fact that it was so large that it swallowed the man’s entire frame but still made the entire fit scream effortless and attractive. not the fact that the color palette complimented his silver hair.

they had the same fucking sweater?

taehyung, who is privy to jungkook’s unique tastes, had carefully chosen the very sweater as a christmas present. he claims that he happened upon it in some random thrift store and thought it screamed jungkook and bought it even though christmas wasn't for another three months.

jungkook thinks otherwise. the sweater is just. so nice. taehyung probably bought it at a non thrift shop last minute, which would explain why jungkook ran into another person also wearing it. yeah. that would explain the coincidence. it’s definitely embarrassing, but people are bound to be caught wearing the same clothes, seeing as they’re mass produced for that reason - to be worn.

as he starts cleaning up, jungkook silently thanks himself for choosing the night shifts at level supermarket because 1. he likes staying up late 2. he gets to meet interesting and colorful characters like that one sweet ahjumma with cotton candy pink hair that comes in every day at 9:36 pm sharp to buy a bag of lollipops and nothing else, for example.

jungkook’s checking the inventory for the third time - it always helps to be extra thorough - but his mind begins to wander back to that silver-haired man.

a small - admittedly very small - part of him wants to never see that man again because he was a stranger, a very attractive stranger, and jungkook acted like such a freaking loser. god he’s blushing again. but the bigger- much bigger - part of him wants to see the silver-haired man again. like, he was fucking attractive. but also something about a frustrated looking man coming in a store at midnight that hardly anyone ever comes to just.

he’s like a novel jungkook is itching to read.

jungkook just wants to know.

jungkook wants to know. jungkook wants to know how this man likes his eggs cooked. does he have any tattoos? is he a morning person? okay, maybe not that because he’s up and about at midnight.

what is his opinion on soulmates? does he listen to dean? what does his smile look like? does he like smiling? is he a smiley person? is he doing okay?

because most of all, jungkook wants to tell him that things are going to be okay. something about this man seemed - lonely and jungkook has an urge to reach out and be like, me too, i understand, i hope you’re okay.

but. jungkook shakes his head to clear the thoughts. he’s doing it again. he’s getting ahead of himself and he’s doing that fantasizing thing he tends to do. at his core, jungkook is a very kind and empathetic person and the times he does feel good about himself he wants to meet people and reach out. back at his small hometown, the people were very friendly and accepting, and this made it easy for him. and with the town being so small, eventually jungkook knew everyone and everyone knew him and he was very comfortable with this.

however, this is seoul. and after making the difficult decision to leave the comfort of his town to pursue his dreams in the form of a dance degree, jungkook has learned that not everyone feels the same way in this city.

‘city people’   he thinks with distaste - but mostly - disappointment.

jungkook closes and locks the store’s front door, as well as his hopes for seeing the silver-haired man again. he’s no stranger to how this kind of thing works. nothing good happens when he gives into wishful thinking.

/

as soon as yoongi is back in the safety of his apartment he calls namjoon. “joon, what’s up?”

“okay, so. like. yeah. i don’t know, hyung!” yoongi goes to open a bottle of beer, his silence prompting namjoon to continue.

“i just woke up and now i have a new sun tattoo on my wrist! honestly, it looks pretty good paired with the one i already have of the crescent moon.”

“well, as long as you’re happy with it joon, i guess it’s cool.” yoongi takes a long gulp, “could’ve been worse. could’ve woken up with the word ‘penis’ tattooed in large letters instead.”

namjoon cackles heartily and yoongi smiles at the sound. “yeah, you’re right hyung.” he laughs again, “this is like some weird soulmate shit.

yoongi elegantly swallows some beer down the wrong airway. “yeah,” he coughs a few times to clear his throat, “come to think of it-,”

on second thought, maybe yoongi will keep cashier boy to himself. what happened earlier that night still felt - unreal. yoongi feels like he’ll break the enigmatic anonymity of the attractive cashier boy if he says anything.

“hyung?”

“no, nothing. nevermind,” yoongi changes the subject, “how’s that new track going?” and namjoon enthusiastically explains his progress.

/

the next day, yoongi finds himself slouched at his desk, pen tossed somewhere to the side. he’s looking down at what he can only call organized chaos atop his desk. this is usually how his song production process starts anyway. he scans some of the lyrics he just scribbled all over and he sees stuff like ‘ enigma and mystique ’ and ‘ eyes that hold stars ’ and ‘ deer in headlights... i’m struck by your beauty mystery loveliness- ’

uh-huh. yup.  okay. yoongi stands up and gathers all those loose leaf papers in a pile and goes to deposit them in the wastebin.

he pauses and throws them in a random drawer in his nightstand.

he needs to get out. he grabs his leather jacket draped across the back of his desk chair and power walks his way out of his apartment.

yoongi finds himself wandering the city again and wait. it’s that store again. what the fuck? did he just subconsciously make his way to back to the store and it’s attractive cashier-

shit. yoongi sees said cashier boy through the front windows, presumably stocking a shelf. he gets up and starts walking back to the counter, but as he’s doing that his body faces the front doors, which probably puts yoongi in his plain sight.

yoongi quickly backpedals, hoping he hasn’t been spotted.

he stands in place for a beat.

he refuses to acknowledge how hard his heart is hammering.

after much internal debate, yoongi decides that fuck it. he’s already here and he sees a huge jar of cheese puffs from where he’s standing and he might as well get that. because. he needs. inspiration.

he walks in, trying his best to put confidence in his steps and not looking at the cashier - who is now sitting at the counter with earphones and bobbing his head to a beat and is he humming?

yoongi walks down the chip aisle, deciding that he needs to have different flavors on hand when he gets tired of the cheese puffs.

over the top of the aisle, yoongi can see cashier boy stretching and fuck. his shoulders look good in that leather jacket too.

yoongi reaches the end of the aisle and is about to stroll into the next one, but almost trips on his shoelaces of his black converse. he kneels down and glances at the counter, seeing that the cashier is now standing. they make awkward eye contact and yoongi quickly goes back to tying his own shoelace, not before seeing a flash of black converses disappearing behind the counter.

when yoongi goes to pay for his items, cashier boy has taken off the leather jacket, leaving him in a simple white tee with a simple supreme logo. and now his incredibly toned biceps are out on display. wow. is it getting hot in here? yoongi sees the veins in cashier boy’s arms when they flex to hold the large container of cheese puffs. yoongi gulps.

it’s too hot - yoongi strips off his own leather jacket and slings it over an arm. eyes looking anywhere but the cashier, he taps his foot and waits for cashier boy to state the price and yoongi can pay and then he can leave.

except. cashier boy hasn’t said anything for a little while. yoongi chances a quick glance upwards. cashier boy is staring at - yoongi’s chest? fuck, did he wear his kumamon jammies out or something?

but like, if this boy has something against kumamon, yoongi has a serious bone to pick with him.

yoongi glances down at his own shirt. then back up at cashier boy. then back at his own shirt.

weird. yoongi’s wearing a supreme shirt. cashier boy’s wearing one too. cashier boy squints, like he’s suspicious of yoongi or something.

yoongi clears his throat, “uh - can i pay for my things?”

this seems to shake the cashier out of whatever stupor he’s in, “ah - sorry.”

yoongi pays for his things and goes to grab the bag the cashier is holding out for him to take. yoongi overshoots a little; okay, maybe he’s a little flustered and accidently knocks his hand against the cashier’s.

there’s a little clink as yoongi’s ring bumps against cashier boy’s.

okay. fuck. they’re wearing matching rings too?

they both face each other with similar looks of shock and confusion. before either of them have a chance to say anything, yoongi books it out of there real quick.

/

something weird is going on and jungkook doesn’t know what to do.

he’s just minding his own business, listening to offonoff’s new album while doing his math homework at the register to keep an eye on the store in case anyone does come in. it’s midnight but still.

then, jungkook sees movement in the corner of his eyes and realizes that someone has come in without him noticing.

it’s the silver-haired man again. and shit, he looks really good. he’s standing in front of the snack shelf, with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and he’s wearing this large leather jacket.

jungkook does not salivate.

but wait. jungkook looks down at himself. how is he also wearing a leather jacket?

it must be another fluke. jungkook hurriedly stands up and takes his jacket off, pacing around for a bit.

he looks over at the silver-haired man again and sees him tying his right shoelace.

jungkook looks down at his shoes.

his left shoelace is untied.

a mixture of mild horror and panic starts thrumming through his body, but he refuses to tie his shoelaces and resumes his nervous pacing.

he turns around and jumps slightly. the silver haired man is right in front of him, fidgeting with his hair.

jungkook goes to ring up his purchases, which are all comprised of various family size chip bags. he goes to ring up the last item, a jumbo container of cheese puffs, and pauses. the silver-haired man has taken off his leather jacket and. why. is he wearing a supreme shirt. like jungkook.

jungkook stares dumbfoundedly at that stupid supreme logo and the man’s prominent collarbones before he clears his throat and asks for jungkook to ring up the total.

right. jungkook hurriedly bags everything and thrusts them towards the man, hoping he’ll leave quickly.

the man accidentally knocks his hand against jungkook’s and this time jungkook does not hide his shock.

you've got to be fucking kidding. they have matching rings. it's like they're a couple or something.

what. is happening.

/

the next night after his shift at the local coffee shop, yoongi actively seeks out level convenience store, as well as its resident attractive cashier. he’s wearing this ostentatious, bright yellow, furry thing. it’s so. loud. and lowkey ugly. hence the reason why he’s out at night.

however, yoongi swears his sweater is bright enough that he’s probably glowing in the dark.

but, yoongi also needs to prove a point. whatever cosmic fuckery is going on, whatever deity is fucking with him, yoongi just wants to prove to himself that this is all bullshit. running into a cute stranger repeatedly is enough, and yoongi doesn’t need any other unexplainable shit happening.

/

jungkook is tapping his foot, a habit of his that surfaces only when he’s nervous or anxious. jungkook is definitely focusing on math homework and definitely not looking out for a certain silver-haired stranger.

he rubs his nose with the sleeve of his sweater and almost sneezes. geez. jungkook had asked taehyung to lend him his craziest article of clothing at the moment, seeing as taehyung’s fashion style is overall - crazy. so, taehyung tossed him the first thing he laid eyes on in his closet, and it was this gucci sweater. gucci my ass, jungkook thinks. this sweater is just a very good excuse to cosplay as big bird.

jungkook just wants to figure out what is going on. like, he meets some cute stranger and-

holy shit. he sees said stranger standing outside on the sidewalk.

okay, somebody up there must hate jungkook because - he looks down at himself just to make sure - both of them are once again, matching.

like, how does the stranger still look striking in such an ugly sweater?

jungkook can only stare as the stranger swiftly turns around and bolts down the street.

/

yoongi slams the door of his apartment closed, breathing heavily. he looks through the peephole to make sure no one had followed him. he’s not taking any chances.

that’s it. something is up and yoongi’s solution is to - hole himself up in his apartment.

wait, can he do that? oh yeah, it’s friday. and he doesn’t have any shifts until monday.  fantastic. he can devote himself wholeheartedly to his unfinished tracks over the weekend.

yoongi wakes up saturday afternoon, but allows himself the luxury of lounging around in bed for a few more hours. this effectively brings the start of his day well into saturday evening. he fishes around for some spare instant ramen packets, and begins working as soon as he gives himself some salty sustenance.

his weekend goes by like this: immersing himself with writing lyrics and producing elementary beats for a few straight hours and then taking short naps in between. he eats if he remembers. or if namjoon reminds him.

all in all, he does a good job of not thinking about the weird stuff that’s been going on, and especially about the soft-looking cashier boy.

except.

yoongi stumbles out of his bedroom, finally succumbing to his stomach’s urges, as well as namjoon’s rapid texts.

he fumbles around for a cup of ramen - his last one, he’ll have to refill - and goes to find a scissor to cut off the plastic wrap.

his fingers slip and he ends up cutting himself.

he sighs as he looks down at his bleeding finger. he dabs at it lightly to try to clear away the blood, but it just keeps oozing out. he grabs a tissue and presses on the fresh wound, waiting for it to clot, but the blood just keeps coming.

what the heck? he didn’t cut himself that hard.

ah, shit. he doesn’t have any bandaids.

he checks his phone. 2:55 am. is there a store open at this hour-

there might be one.

before yoongi thinks about it too hard, he wraps a clean tissue around his finger and books it out of his apartment. he’s not about to hold a tissue around his finger for the rest of the night to keep it from getting infected.

as he fast-walks to level convenience store, yoongi thinks about cashier boy again for the first time in awhile (a couple days.) maybe whatever matchy-matchy curse or spell or shit is over, since yoongi hadn’t seen or even thought about the boy. wow. an achievement.

cashier boy probably isn’t even there, seeing as it’s so late.

whatever, yoongi just needs to grab some bandaids and then he’s out.

he heads into the store, notices that the register is unattended, and goes to grab a box of bandaids. while he’s at it, he stops by the ramen aisle to refill his stock.

as he makes his way to the register, he sees someone now sitting behind the counter. yoongi stops in his tracks. it’s cashier boy. he looks as stunning as ever. and he’s fiddling with one of his fingers, which happens to be bandaged. he looks up and only then does yoongi continue walking towards him.

none of them say anything as cashier boy rings up his items, but he does raise his eyebrows slightly when he notices the blood-soaked tissue around yoongi’s finger.

after he pays, yoongi doesn’t leave right away. instead, he rips open the box of bandaids and slaps one around his finger.

“how did you hurt yourself?”

holy shit, even cashier boy’s voice is attractive - what the fuck - with a soft, lilting tone to it.

“uh, i cut myself trying to get some ramen.” god he sounds stupid.

“wait, really?” cashier boy’s doe eyes widen - yoongi sees his eyelashes, - “me too! i was doing inventory and had to refill some ramen for the shelves and yeah.” he gesticulates with his injured finger.

yoongi is silent for a moment. they even have matching wounds.

“this shit is real, isn't it?”

cashier boy tilts his head. “oh. you mean the weird clothes thing-”

the lights in the store flicker and then suddenly fade out completely.

yoongi panics for a second as his eyes adjust to the darkness, but that initial shock instantly goes away as soon as he sees cashier boy’s big eyes reflecting the street lights outside.

he finishes cashier boy’s sentence. “...yeah. the weird clothes-matching thing.”

“well, my best explanation is that the universe continually derives pleasure from fucking with me.” cashier boy pauses, “n-not that it's always a negative thing! i mean, this time wasn't so bad!” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “i-you - sorry! i didn't mean to make that sound like an insult to you.”

yoongi chuckles, “hey, it's fine. the universe likes fucking with me too.”

cashier boy shyly ducks his head.

yoongi looks around the store, now shrouded in complete darkness. “should we maybe find the fuse box or something..?”

cashier boy sits down on his stool. “nah, it’s fine. this happens quite often, actually. i don’t even know why you bother coming here when there are plenty of 7-eleven’s,” he sighs, “this store is pretty shitty and rundown.”

“i don’t know. i kinda like the warm, colorful vibe.” yoongi thinks, also, it’s because you’re here.  

“well, the longest the power’s been out was like, thirty minutes.” cashier boy unlocks his phone and begins scrolling through, “um - you’re free to leave..? i have everything under control.”

yoongi makes no move to leave and hops up to sit atop the counter. in doing so, he’s inevitably brought himself closer to cashier boy. when yoongi turns his head, he sees cashier boy up close, ensconced in moonlight, the contours of his face highlighted by shadows.

yoongi stares at cashier boy’s dark eyes, and at his eyelashes as they fan across his cheeks when he blinks slowly.

yoongi’s eyes are immediately drawn to his lips when he worries them between his teeth. if they begin leaning into each other’s orbit, none of them are the wiser.

suddenly, yoongi feels a sharp sting on his forearm. at the same time, cashier boy jerks away, hissing in pain.

something is etching itself into yoongi’s skin and he squeezes his arm to try to take away some of the pain.

his arm is still searing when the lights flicker back on.

“god, what the fuck was that-” yoongi looks down at his right arm, all red and puffy, and sees a tattoo.

it's a lock.

yoongi looks up in shock.

cashier boy has a similar look on his face. and on his left arm, is a tattoo of a key.

there's still specks of blood on cashier boy's fresh tattoo and yoongi grabs a nearby napkin and slowly dabs on it.

cashier boy flinches slightly, but yoongi places a hand on his upper arm to comfort him, to ground him. yoongi traces the boy’s tattoo lightly with his thumb and looks back at his own. a perfect match.

“i’m yoongi. min yoongi.”

cashier boy smiles softly. “jungkook.”

/

me [12:01 pm}

joon

quick question

so like

did anything weird happen

before ur tattoo appeared

dance monster [12:15 pm]

i mean

not that i can think of ??

hyung just cuz u and jungkook had some storybook soulmate romance doesn't mean smt like that happened to me

me [12:32 pm]

well what happened that day

dance monster [12:44 pm]

nothing really

i just had a study session with jin

me [12:49 pm]

‘study’

what exactly were u two studying

dance monster [12:50 pm]

hyung

need i remind u that jin is my metaphysics and epistemology tutor and wait wat were we studying ?

oh yea !!!

~metaphysics and epistemology~

me [1:00 pm]

you think he's cute, don't you

dance monster [1:05 pm]

im not answering that

me [1:06 pm]

im sensing a blush

dance monster [1:10 pm]

actually

now that i think about it

i came into that session late that day

as i was leaving my apartment i somehow

hit my knee on the doorframe

and fell

and dropped all my stuff

left a nasty bruise

also got a paper cut across my right palm as i was tryna pick up all the books in a hurry

me [1:16 pm]

you would

i fuckin bet smt like that happened to jin

hello

joon?

/

yoongi is rudely awakened by big bang’s ‘bang bang bang’ - why did he let his boyfriend pick his ringtone?

said boyfriend stirs in his sleep, burying his face deeper into yoongi’s shoulder and wrapping his arms tighter around yoongi’s waist. “mmph - hyung. make it stop. let’s nap more.”

yoongi turns his head and places a kiss atop jungkook’s forehead, “sorry baby. just let me take this real quick.”

he blindly grabs around for his cell phone and sees namjoon’s caller id lighting up.

“what.”

“hyung! what the fuck. what is happening.”

yoongi groans. “yes, what is happening. please enlighten me.”

“me and jin have matching bruises! even cuts and everything! i met up with him today and remember that cut i got on my palm? he had one too, and then we realized we have the same injuries!”

yoongi tries to process this information as fast as he can with a sleep-addled brain. “so, he’s a masochist?”

“no! god, no. he’s the one with the sun tattoo! remember how my sun tattoo appeared? well, he’s the one that had it, and he said that a moon tattoo appeared on him! like mine! hyung, we’re matching!”

“well, congratulations.” yoongi sounds grumpy, but he means it. “though i feel bad for jin. you’re a fucking klutz. don’t kill him before you ask him out officially.” he yawns. “i’m going back to sleep.”

with that, yoongi hangs up and turns back to wrap himself around jungkook.

“hyung, what was that about?” jungkook murmurs with his eyes still closed.

“nothing. just some weird soulmate shit.” he buries his nose in jungkook’s fragrant hair. “let’s go back to sleep.” ~

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It's really hot. The gang goes to the park. It rains. (Alternatively: Izzy stares at Clary for 3400 words.)

This was supposed to be shorter, but it turned into something that is not that short while I wrote it. This is my first published fanfic on Tumblr (exciting). Please reblog or like if you enjoy it!

A huge thank you to my friends and editors @disaster-lesbiab​ , @raisehades​ , and @beesarekind​ , who made this fic possible (and who have been very patiently listening to me ramble on about Shadowhunters for months. Thanks.).

One week since the Institute’s AC system had given out. Turns out not even angelic power can withstand a New York heatwave, and with temperatures outside steadily climbing over 30 degrees, the heat had started seeping through every crack and crevice into the normally cool building. The humidity exacerbated the effects of the hot weather, and in Isabelle’s opinion it was a miracle no one had collapsed from a heat stroke yet.

 According to the weather report a massive thunderstorm was due any day now, but  what did mundanes know. It certainly hadn’t rained any of the previous four days when they had promised the exact same thing. Izzy’s hope and patience were wearing thin.

 There were precisely three things that gave her the strength to drag herself out of bed every morning: One, by now being in her room with its huge portion of stained glass window was even more unbearable than hiding from the sun in the armory. Izzy had even tried sitting in the dungeons to do her paperwork, because being underground should be at least marginally cooler. But apparently sitting on the floor leaning against a wall while looking at a tablet in your lap for 10 hours at a time can really fuck up your back.

 Two, the Institute was caught up in approximately one fuckton of work. NYC had picked the worst three weeks of the past year for a demon infestation in the Hudson. Getting rid of the little bastards, clean-up of the river, and convincing mundane victims and the police it was just a really violent species of manatee had kept every available Shadowhunter (and quite a few warlocks) busy. And when your brother is Head of the Institute, and also not afraid to barge into your room to kick you out of bed, sleeping late is not an option, even if Izzy was tempted a few times to quit sentient existence and melt into her mattress.

 Three, even though the heatwave left everyone sweaty, tired, and often sunburnt, Clary was a literal angel all the same. Isabelle had started mentally drawing constellations between the hundreds of freckles that had popped up on Clary’s face and shoulders because of her time spent in the sun on missions.

 She had given up on all black clothing about two days into the heatwave and was now wearing a different, slightly ratty and paint-splattered t-shirt every day, which, Izzy had to admit, suited Clary even better than black leather or skin-tight party dresses.  And although a sunburn was starting to colour her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, Izzy could still see Clary’s adorable blush whenever she complimented Isabelle. Seeing the redhead’s brilliant smile every morning as soon as she spotted Izzy in the op center or training room was truly the only thing that made the heat bearable.

“...and Luke said he’s going to take care of the press stuff, he knows a guy at the Times. We’re still going with the murderous manatee story, right? Izzy? Did you hear me?”

 Clary’s question ripped Izzy out of her dazed daydream, where she had been busy appreciating a single frizzy strand of hair that had found its way out of the ponytail Clary had pulled her red curls into.

 Izzy quickly took a sip of her water bottle on the table in front of her to stall while searching for an answer in the depths of her mind. She should really pick better moments to drool over Clary than in the middle of being briefed by Clary. Then again, she was. really. tired. 10 hours of work, fixing weapons, debriefing teams back from missions, chasing after reports from junior Hunters. It was high time for a break.

“Yes, of course, the manatee thing. Let’s do that.”

 Clary shook her head. “I still can’t believe the shit Shadowhunters get Mundanes to believe. You would think after a while someone would pick up on the weirdness.”

 “You didn’t.”

“Touché, Lightwood.”

 Isabelle grinned, Clary smiled back. Maybe a little longer than was justified, given Izzy’s weak attempt at banter. Not that Izzy minded.

 A distant, sustained honk cut through the silence between them. At the same moment both their phones buzzed. Clary was the first to get hers out. She checked the message and frowned.

 “A text from Simon: ‘Come outside’?”

Izzy raised an eyebrow in surprise.

 “Hey Iz. You get a text too?”

 Alec was coming down the stairs and striding quickly towards her on long legs. He looked worn out, dark circles under his hazel eyes. Izzy was fairly certain that he had not left the Institute in at least two days.

 She nodded and held up her phone.

 “Any idea what it means?” she asked.

 “Nope. Better go obey his command though, or someone else will go and strangle him to get him to stop honking.”

 Now the connection between the sound and the message clicked into place in Izzy’s mind. The honking had started up again, a long honk followed by several short, irregular bursts. It must have been coming from just outside the doors of the Institute. Walking towards the exit it grew louder. Clary pushed open the door.

 Across the way from the steps a painted van was parked under a tall plane tree, its owner stood in the open driver side door to play out a rhythm on the horn. Simon waved when he saw them.

 Maia was sitting on the roof, leaning back while her legs dangled over the side. Leaning against the hood of the car, Magnus had taken off his vest to sling it over his shoulder, looking for all the world like a supermodel with his sunglasses, rolled up trouser cuffs and a shirt that was unbuttoned almost down to his bellybutton.

 Izzy heard her brother draw in a sharp breath, before he rushed down the steps to greet his boyfriend with a kiss. Clary and Izzy followed more slowly.

 “What are you guys doing here?” Clary said as she hugged Simon in greeting. “I thought you wanted to get out of the city, go to the beach?”

 Izzy tugged playfully at Maia’s ankle and squinted up at her. The sunlight streaming through the foliage made her coiled hair shine like a ring of gold.

 Maia grinned and sighed. “We had planned that, yes. But Thor over here is convinced he can predict the weather--”

 “Hey, all I’m saying is that my hair is standing on end today, which normally happens when a storm is incoming, and a thunderstorm is not the ideal condition for swimming--”

 “The weather report has been talking about rain for like a week now, it still hasn’t happened. You’re just afraid of the ocean!”

 Simon gasped in outrage, though Izzy could see his eyes twinkle slightly.

 “I am not! And how dare you suggest I cannot predict the weather. I’ll have you know that my predictions saved Clary and me from getting drenched during the Great Sports Day Downpour of 2014.”

 “Simon, I’m pretty sure you just didn’t want to do the three-legged race with me.” Clary was chuckling. “And I remember that we got wet anyways when you tripped and we fell into that huge puddle.”

 “No, I remember that you tripped and I only fell in because our legs were still tied together!”

 They all burst into a fit of giggles at the mental image. Even Magnus and Alec looked over grinning from where they were still leaning against the hood of the van, a casual embrace tangling their arms and legs with as much body contact as the heat would allow.

 Izzy tried to remember the last time the two of them had seen each other. Had it been a week? Two? Magnus must have been kept busy as well. Now it seemed like they had been standing like this for hours, their bodies slotting together with comfortable familiarity. Isabelle let her eyes wander over to Clary next to her. Was it stupid to hope their limbs would fit together in the same way?

 “But even if we could go to the beach, which we absolutely can’t, because of the storm, what would we do without our favourite demon-hunting buddies?” Simon added, and then, stage whispering while leaning close to Izzy, “we were starting to think you guys had fused with your desks, or that you had moved to Canada without telling us.”

 “Seriously, you had us worried. When did you last have a day off, or at least take a break?” Maia asked.

 Izzy’s shoulders slumped. “Don’t ask, I don’t think I could tell you.”

 “Well then, it’s good that we’re here to enforce some mandatory downtime,” Simon said while rummaging around in the back of the van. He finally emerged holding two plastic bags and a canvas tote.

 “Maia and I picked up the essentials of relaxation on the drive here. Books,” he turned the canvas bag around so they could see the New York Public Library logo on the front ,“and candy. It’s all Fourth of July themed though. There was a sale,” he added apologetically, as if he wasn’t holding the most beautiful things Izzy had seen in days.

 “We appreciate the gesture, but there’s still so much to do, all the paperwork for the cleanup,” Alec chimed in, but Izzy knew him well enough to recognize his opposition as rather half-hearted.

 She met Clary’s eyes and they both put on their best pleading face. Simon and Maia had witnessed these battles of will a few times before, so they reserved themselves to keeping quiet and glancing between Alec and his opponents.

 Alec tried to seek support with Magnus and looked at him instead. Like Magnus was gonna tell his overworked boyfriend to go back inside for second helpings, Izzy thought, especially when he was right here ready to distract Alec. Her brother must have been kidding himself.

 After about five seconds, she could see his resolve crumble like a dry sand wall.

 “Okay, you know what, you’re right. Fuck this, let’s get out of here. Hey Underhill,” he called to the Shadowhunter standing just inside the entryway of the Institute, who made his way slightly reluctantly out of the shade and over to the van, “you’re in charge until I get back. Tell everyone to finish what absolutely needs doing today, and then to take the rest of the day off.”

 Underhill gave a short nod and smiled. His eyes lingered on Magnus and Alec for a split second, still standing with their arms around each other, before he turned to leave.

 They left the van parked in front of the Institute and set off on foot. After a half hour of strolling at a leisurely pace they reached Rockefeller Park and settled under a tree in view of the river. The afternoon sun shone brightly and with an intense glare, and only a few people were sitting on the grass, some under umbrellas to provide shade.

 Most inhabitants of the city seemed to have traded the sultry climate outside for air-conditioned offices, apartments, or movie theaters. Even in the middle of Manhattan the world moved slowly and quietly. The traffic and buzz of downtown were miles away, a vague hum in the distance. Time was sticky and thick like honey.

 Izzy looked up from her copy of Lavinia. She was feeling sleepy and content, her stomach full of sweets, her sneakers lying next to her with her feet naked on the grass. She took in the scene in front of her:

 Magnus was sitting against the tree trunk to her left, her brother’s head in his lap. The warlock had one hand in Alec’s hair, the other held Eros the Bittersweet from which he was reading in a soft voice. Occasionally Alec would open his mouth to make an observation or a joke, and Magnus would look down at him and laugh.

 A few meters away Maia had abandoned her reading to try and catch the Skittles Clary was throwing into Maia’s mouth. Simon had also put his copy of Kavalier and Clay aside to watch and to distract both of them by plucking out single blades of grass and pitching them at them with pinpoint accuracy like tiny spears.

 Finally Maia had enough and sprang like a fox on the hunt to tackle her boyfriend. After rolling over on the ground once or twice, Maia ended up on top, straddling Simon’s chest and pinning him down. She proceeded to rip out a handful of grass and sprinkle it on Simon, while he laughed and sputtered, trying to blow the grass away from his face.

 Clary watched from her Skittle throwing spot, The Wicked + The Divine open on one of her crossed legs. Leaf-filtered sunlight dappled her skin, a smile crinkled the corners of her eyes.

 Izzy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her nose. The air carried the smells of sunscreen, dry grass, and the river. She had the sudden thought how strange and lucky it was that she was here, lying under a tree with her favourite people in the whole world, how somehow they had all made here. Sometimes it seemed like the world was about to end every other week, and they couldn’t go two months without at least one of them almost dying. But it wasn’t, and they hadn’t.

 “Izzy, everything okay?” Clary had sat down next to her. There were faint grass-stains on her grey jeans.

 “You know, before I met you, Alec, Jace and I didn’t do this sort of thing.”

Izzy gestured to their surroundings.

 “Sitting in some park, during the day, just doing nothing. Sure, we had free time sometimes. Mostly after missions, late at night, when we were so keyed up we just couldn’t go home to bed. We’d get some food, or go to a party, or walk through the city for hours just exploring until the sun went up.“

 “And we had fun. But it was always just a distraction, something to kill time, until the next mission or training session, until we had to go back to the Institute or our parents would get mad. The stuff we do with you or Simon or Maia is…” she smiled, “nice. Different. But nice. Is this what being mundane is like? Nothing to do, nowhere to be but here?”

 Clary had been watching Izzy’s face attentively, but now she was looking out at the park, the people walking by or lying on the grass.

 “Simon and I used to do this stuff all the time. Sometimes I used to think we were just wasting time, but we really had some of our best weekends when we were just off doing nothing. I just didn’t know it at the time.”

 “Do you miss, you know. Your old life? Being mundane?”

Clary was quiet for a moment.

 “I do, yeah. Even now. I’ll be walking down some street in my old neighbourhood, and it just hits me, the memories. I miss it so much sometimes it physically hurts. And I think about the girl I was a year ago, and she seems like a stranger. A totally different person.”

 “But,” she said and her eyes met Izzy’s, “I also think about all the things I’ve seen, everything I’ve learnt. The people I’ve met.” She smiled. “If I was still living my old life, I never would have met you.”

 “That, Clary Fairchild, would have been a tragedy.” Izzy grinned.

 “Exactly.”

 A loud rumbling sounded in the mid-distance. Izzy just managed to tear herself away from Clary’s gaze to look at the horizon. Dark clouds were gathering and moving quickly towards the city, blown by high-altitude winds, although the air on the ground remained hot and still. The air was heavy with static and the humidity clung to her skin. The surface of the Hudson rippled with a few tiny raindrops.

 “Ha! What did I tell you?” Simon’s grin was triumphant and infectious. He turned to Maia.  “And you doubted me.”

 Maia obviously wasn’t ready to give in. “This is nothing. I’m sure it’ll pass and we’ll be fine under the tr--”

 The rain came down hard. They had just enough time to pack up their things and put on their shoes before the leafy canopy above them gave in to unload large drops on their heads. It became clear in minutes that staying under the tree wasn’t going to provide much cover.

 Simon was the first to dash out into the pouring rain, speeding faster than Izzy’s eyes could follow. When he stopped to wait for the others however the rain caught up with him. He yelped and tried to use his jacket as a makeshift umbrella, which was pointless as any and all clothing was soaked through in seconds.

 Maia followed, and immediately after her Magnus and Alec, who were jogging leisurely across the lawn under a small shield Magnus maintained with one hand held over their heads. The faint blue glow was almost invisible, but the rivers of rainwater running off it were not, and Izzy hoped quietly that the few mundanes who remained in the park were too busy getting drenched to notice.

 “Our turn.”

 Izzy’s attention snapped back to Clary. She had stepped out from under the meager protection of the tree canopy into the rain and was tilting her head back to let the raindrops hit her face. Then she turned back to look at Izzy, smiling, red hair darkened by the rain, a few wet strands clinging to her face.

 Clary reached out and took Izzy’s hand. There was a sensation, like a spark of static, but somehow more than physical. Izzy was almost ready to chalk it up to the thunderstorm, all the electricity in the air, or her imagination, when she looked up at Clary.

 Her green eyes were wide and tiny rain droplets caught on her lashes. She had felt it too. For a moment they both stood motionless, breaths held, hands clasped.

 Then the moment passed, and Clary whipped around to drag Izzy into the rain and towards their friends. Hand in hand they ran across the flooded lawn, water splashing up around their ankles with every step. A flash of lightning followed closely by booming thunder accompanied them.

 The others stood under Magnus’ shield, which was now several meters in diameter. Alec was grinning at Izzy when she skidded to a stop next to him. His eyes wandered down to her hand in Clary’s.

 “Took you two slowpokes long enough to get here.”

Izzy raised one perfect eyebrow and smiled mockingly.

 “Sounds like a challenge. Race you to the Institute?”

 Alec’s eyes narrowed, obviously incentivized. He shot Magnus a quick glance. The warlock smiled.

 “Oh, go on Alexander, I couldn’t deprive you. Besides,” his eyes flashed golden for a split second, “I’m sure I can keep up.”

 In the blink of an eye, Alec had given Magnus a kiss on the cheek and had dashed off. Izzy rolled her eyes and followed. As if he could shake her with tricks like that.

Among shrieks, shouts and laughter the group ran through the pouring rain. By the time they reached the Institute they were all out of breath and soaked to the bone.

 By some sort of miracle (and through the magic of plastic bags) the books had managed to stay dry, and Simon stashed them safely in the van before he and Maia made their goodbyes and disappeared in the vehicle as well in search of towels.

 Magnus, having had quite enough of being wet, opened a portal to his apartment. He practically had to drag Alec, who was still arguing with his little sister about who had really won the race, through. Izzy and Clary were left alone on the steps of the Institute.

 The storm had cooled off the air noticeably, and the weird pressure had lifted. Everything felt suddenly lighter, the constant noise of the rain and the thunder drowning out the hum of the city until Izzy barely noticed it.

 Standing in the warm rain, drops hitting her shoulders and face until rivulets formed on her skin, the world faded out until only Clary remained, her eyes, her laughter, her hand holding tight.  Izzy tilted her head back and looked up at the sky. She smiled.

[write-my-dreams]

Jay Tim Day 1: The Toughest Job

Title: The Toughest Job

Author: write-my-dreams @ tumblr/Ao3

Pairing: JayTim

Genre: Canon, action

Warning: Some violence and cursing

Chapter(s): 1/1

Summary: Jason is none too pleased when Bruce calls him and wakes him up. Irritation turns to urgency when Bruce tells him Black Mask has put a hit out on Tim, who has no idea what's going on. Jason suits up and goes to Tim's rescue.

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Jason groans into his pillow as Bruce’s ringtone blares in his ear. The hell does he want? He considers ignoring the call to go back to sleep. Except Bruce rarely contacts him unless there’s some sort of problem. Things are better between them, but tensions still remain. Jason gropes for the phone without raising his head. “What?” he growls into it.

“Where are you?”

“In bed.” Jason turns over onto his back with another groan. “If it’s my turn to pick up your demon spawn kid, tell him to get a ride from Dick. It’s too early. Call me later.”

“Get up!” Bruce orders.

The urgency in his voice startles Jason into obedience. “What’s going on? Is someone injured?” Fuck, please don’t tell him someone’s dead. 

“Suit up and go to Tim. Now. Barbara caught word of a planned assassination for him. Lucius says Tim’s already left the office for his work lunch at the Royal Swan. He isn’t answering his phone so I have no way of contacting him. You’re the closest one to the restaurant. Keep Tim safe.”

Jason comes to full alertness the moment “assassination” reaches his ears. “Royal Swan. Got it.” He presses the phone to his ear with his shoulder and grabs his uniform. “Does Babs know who it is? Deathstroke, Deadshot, some other well known hitman?” 

“Slade wouldn’t take a hit on Tim.”

Not if he wants to get in Dick’s pants ever again. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“She doesn't know who the assassin will be. Only that they were hired by Roman Sionis.”

Jason’s fingers tighten around his gun holsters. “Black Mask? Why the hell is Black Mask going after Tim?” If Roman fucking Sionis succeeds in harming a single hair on Tim’s head Jason will take great pleasure in gunning him down. 

Bruce sighs. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“The Red Hood will pay him a visit tonight,” Jason says grimly.

“As will Batman.”

Jason smirks as he pictures the fear on Sionis’ face behind that mask. A pissed off Red Hood <i>and</i> Batman interrogating him? They’ll have Sionis singing like a bird in no time. “Good. I’ll call you once I’ve got Tim. Leaving now.”

“Be careful.” The line goes dead before Jason can say anything in response. He pockets his phone and grabs his boots. He finishes putting on his chest armor, jacket, and helmet on the way to his bike. He knows how to keep his composure during tense situations. So he is <i>not</i> panicking as he drives to the Royal Swan well over the speed limit in broad daylight. It’s rare for any of the Bats to come out during the day. Jason doesn’t give a fuck what passersby think. The two police cars he zooms by must recognize him since neither officer pursues him for speeding. Smart move. 

Jason reaches the restaurant just as Tim’s cherry red sports car pulls into the parking lot. He’s off his motorcycle the second he parks it. Tim steps out of the car looking way too sexy for his own good. Today he’s wearing a charcoal suit over a white dress shirt and the blue tie Jason gave him for his birthday last year.

Tim stops in his tracks when he sees Jason. His eyes widen in surprise. “You’re the Red Hood. What… What are you doing here? During the day?” He plays his part well by backing up, looking nervous as he clutches the door.

“You’re in danger.”

“From the Red Hood?”

“No, from Black Mask. I’m here to protect you.” Jason scans the buildings around him. Offices, apartments, a shopping mall. The killer could be anywhere and have a number of ways to take down Tim. Poisoning the food or drinks inside the Royal Swan, shooting from the rooftops or the windows, bombing the restaurant if subtlety is no concern. Jason lowers his voice in case anyone can hear them. “Oracle heard about it. Who are you meeting?”

Tim frowns. “Colonel Raymond Hayes from the army. Why?”

The name means nothing to Jason. He scans the area again, looking for the clues Bruce and Dick taught him. There! “Get down!” He seizes Tim’s shoulder and forcefully drags him down to take shelter behind the car. A bullet strikes where Tim’s head had been moments ago. “Fuck,” Jason curses as he tightens his grip on Tim. 

Tim lays his hand on Jason’s arm. “We need to get the assassin away from the restaurant. Innocent lives are in danger while I’m here.”

“You think?” Jason snaps. “Give me your keys then get in the back. Stay down. I’ll drive us out of here.”

Tim knows better than to protest. He stays low as he opens the back door and crawls in behind the driver’s seat. Jason grits his teeth as he hears two more shots hit the car. The rear passenger window shatters from a third. He throws himself into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. The tires screech as he drives out of the parking lot and onto the road. Jason grips the steering wheel tightly as he runs through a red light, leaving a trail of angry drivers and honking cars behind.

“Hood,” Barbara says in his com. “I saw you on the security footage. You have Tim?”

“He’s safe. Let B know that.” Jason tears his eyes away from the road when Tim climbs into the passenger seat. “The hell? I told you to stay in the back!”

Tim gives him a withering look. “Roman Sionis didn’t hire the League of Assassins. There’s one shooter. Unless he has speedster powers he’s not going to catch up to you when you’re driving. What does he want with me anyway?”

“Hell if I know.” Jason speeds through another red light and swerves to avoid an oncoming car. He ignores the honking and screeching of tires. “Did you hack into his bank accounts or find something incriminating?”

“As Red Robin. Not as Tim Drake.”

Jason tenses as he sees a police car in the rearview mirror driving straight towards them. He seizes the back of Tim’s neck and pushes him down again so he’s bent over his legs. Jason ducks as the masked “officer” opens fire on the car. The back window shatters and he hears a tire give. Jason swerves down a side road with an ugly curse. No way in hell will Tim get hurt on his watch. Not when he’s yet to tell Tim how he feels about him.

Barbara speaks again. “Turn at the first left. Go through the next three intersections, turn right, then go over the bridge. I’ll keep the way clear for you.” 

“Got it.” Jason realizes he’s still holding the back of Tim’s neck. He releases him to grip the wheel again, following Barbara’s instructions. Thanks to her guidance they’re able to lose their pursuer in spite of the tire. 

Jason doesn’t relax until they’re inside his nearest safe house with the garage door down and security active. He shuts off the engine and turns to Tim. “Are you okay?” Jason cups his cheek to examine his eyes, turning his head from side to side then looking him over to ensure he hasn’t sustained any injuries. No concussion, no broken glass on him, no blood on his clothes.

Tim bats his hand away. “I’m fine, Jay. Thanks to your quick actions. Shit. I had no idea any of this was going down.”

“Where’s your phone? Bruce tried calling you to warn you. You didn’t answer.”

Tim’s pale cheeks flush. “I, uh, forgot it at the penthouse.”

Jason sighs. “Seriously? You were so sleep deprived you didn’t think to grab your phone and take it with you?”

Tim’s silence is all the answer he needs.

Jason mutters a curse and shoots a text to Bruce. <i>“Tim and I are at my safe house. Neither of us are injured. Tells Babs I owe her one.”</i> Tim’s car is the only thing to sustain damage. Jason drops his phone onto his lap and looks at Tim again. “Black Mask isn’t smart enough to figure out you’re Red Robin. Did he ask you on a date or something and you rejected him?”

Tim glares at him. “You think he’d be alive if he did something like that? Ra’s would separate him from his head! And for your information, <i>no</i>, I’ve never had any contact with Black Mask in my civilian identity.” He gets out of the car and scrubs a hand down his face. “Shit,” he says again. “I have no idea why he’d target me. Is he trying to get to Bruce?”

Jason frowns. “It’s possible, but not really his style. I don’t like this one bit.”

“You think I appreciate being shot at in my civilian identity?” Tim runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Guess I’m not having lunch with Raymond Hayes. Thanks for that, by the way. He’s the latest on a long list who wants Wayne Enterprises to sell tech to the military.” He glances up when Jason approaches him. “Bruce sent you to be my bodyguard?”

“I was closest.” Jason hesitates before taking off his helmet. Tim is alive and well. What better time to tell him? It’s now or never. “And… he knows.”

Tim blinks. “Knows what?”

Jason wonders if he’s made a terrible mistake. It’s not too late! He can back out, come up with a lame excuse. He looks into those big blue eyes and feels his defenses crumbling. Tim can never know the effect a single look has on Jason or he’ll lord it over him forever. Finally, he comes clean. “He knows I’m in love with you.”

The confession catches Tim off guard. His eyes widen in shock and he takes a step back. “You’re what?”

“I’m in love with you, Tim. I hate seeing you hurt. I’d do anything to keep you safe. To make up for what I’ve done to you in the past.” Jason contemplates throwing himself out the window if his confession turns Tim against him. Tim is gorgeous, intelligent, and best friends with Superboy. If Jason does anything to Tim, Kon will find a way to maim him.

Tim’s cheeks turn pink. “I… never knew you thought of me that way. I thought you and Roy were together.”

“Roy’s my best friend. I care about him, but I wouldn’t date him. Especially since my type happens to be Robins.” Jason can admit to having a crush on Dick in the past. Who hasn’t had a crush on Dick Grayson though? He’s ridiculously attractive and a great guy. Though with that temper he can easily live up to his nickname.

Tim steps forwards, pulling him out of his musing. “Robins huh?”

Jason closes his eyes. “Look, I know you don’t like me back. I shouldn’t have said anything. I just… wanted to get it off my chest. I guess.”

“Jason, stop. You never gave me a chance to tell you what <i>my</i> type is or how <i>I</i> feel about you.”

His breath catches. “What?”

Tim lays a hand over the bat symbol on Jason’s chest. “I like you too, dummy. I thought you were dating Roy so I never said anything.”

Jason blinks. “You mean Roy cockblocked me and we weren’t even in a relationship?”

“Dick thought you were.”

“Well he was wrong! Roy and I are <i>not</i> dating. I’d like to date <i>you</i> if you’d let me.” Why does everyone think he and Roy are a couple? Because they’re the family screw-ups who get along great, work together, and are good friends in and out of their uniforms? Okay, so it makes sense. Still, he’s never viewed Roy with any romantic interest. Not when Tim’s been around. Tim with his soft hair, that nerdy glint in his eye when he talks about Star Trek and science fiction, his fondness for wandering around the manor in leggings and shirts he stole from other family members…

Tim laughs softly. “Well, Romeo, you did save me from an assassination attempt. I think you deserve a kiss for that.”

Before Jason can respond, Tim is up on tiptoe kissing him. He wraps one hand around the back of Jason’s neck as he presses closer. Tim’s lips are so soft. Jason puts his hands on Tim’s waist to hold him against him as they kiss.

Black Mask is <i>so</i> getting the ass kicking of his life for sending assassins after Tim. Jason won’t kill him though. Yet. If not for this whole situation and the urgent call to protect Tim, Jason knows he wouldn’t have confessed. Now he has. Tim is safe and warm in his arms, they’re together now, and they’re going to take Black Mask down.

After Jason yells at Dick for telling Tim he and Roy were dating.