#bottom line is i have BARELY THOUGHT ABOUT HIM TODAY AND THATS MESSED UP!!!!!!!!!

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wife hmmmm i have n ot thought about mywifee enough today. Boy Where Are You Get Over Here

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Draco Malfoy (18+)

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all okay! 

“To be continued”

This is part two of my previous Draco smut. Part one . Any feedback is aprreciated like always, also, please let me know who you would like me to write about next.

Female reader 

Warnings: Oral (female recieving), fingering

Minors DNI

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The next morning both Draco and Y/N woke up with the biggest smiles on their faces, the pair of them shooting out of bed to get ready, in hopes of seeing each other at breakfast.  

As Y/N made her way to the great hall she was pulled behind one of the pillars, a hand covered her mouth as she thrashed about, “calm down trouble, it’s only me” Draco chuckles as he sets her down. “Damn it Draco! You scared me half to death” Y/N’s hand smacks his chest.  

Draco's hands find her waist and he pulls her closer to him “sorry darling, just wanted your attention”, Y/N laughs at this “you had my attention last night” she places a soft kiss to his lips. His right hand travels up her back as he holds the back of her neck pulling her in closer, their kiss is soft but hungry, calm but demanding.  

Draco pulls away and runs his hand across Y/N’s cheek, “would you like to have breakfast with me trouble?” his voice is soft, he’s scared she will reject him. Maybe last night was a onetime thing...maybe she’s not interested in me like that...what if she regrets last night...fuck.

“I’d love to”, Y/N places her lips to his once more before taking his hand and dragging him from behind the pillar. “How’d ya sleep” she asks as Draco wraps an arm around her waist pulling her in close, “didn’t really sleep if I'm honest, was a bit..distracted” , Y/N smirks and looks up to Draco, “oh I was the same...thoughts kept wandering somewhere else”.  

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?” Draco asks as they enter the great hall, walking over to the Slytherin table. As Draco sits down, Y/N leans into his ear, “I was distracted by the fact I didn’t get to cum”, Draco swallowed thickly and looked at the girl beside him. “I...oh...I um...I’m sorry” Draco stutters, feeling guilty for leaving her last night - the look on his face was priceless.  

“It’s okay, not your fault” she grabs a slice of toast and looks up at Draco, he can’t take his eyes off her, fear consumes him. Shes mad at me...how did I fuck up so quick...I should have made her come back with me...she thinks I’m useless...”I didn’t even think, I’m really sorry babe” he says, pouring her a glass of juice. “Draco, it’s fine, I sorted myself out when I got back to my dorm” she says casually.  

“You what?” Draco asks, mouth open, shock taking over her features, “morning Malfoy, Y/L/N” Blaise is now sat in front of the pair, along with Crabbe and Goyle. He sends Draco a wink and looks Y/N up and down. “What you doing her Y/L/N, don’t think the rest of Hufflepuff will enjoy their golden girl sitting with the school's troublemakers” Blaise’s voice sounds almost flirtatious, but the wink he sends her way confirms it.  

Draco’s fist clenches around his fork, the action alone has Y/N soaking at his jealousy. Placing her hand in his lap she looks up to Blaise, “Draco and I have some business that needs to be continued”. Blaise nods and starts to eat his breakfast. Y/N turns her body slightly leaning into Draco, “are you jealous?” she whispers in his ear, he looks at her through the corner of his eye “maybe” he replies coolly as he takes a sip of his drink.  

Hooking her finger at his chin, she turns him to look at her, just like how she did last night. “Do you want me to be yours Draco?” she whispers softly and he nods “well show him what’s yours”. Her words alone go straight to his cock and to top it all off she pulls him towards him, lips barely touching. He wraps a hand around her throat and pulls her closer to him, kissing her deeply. A few cheers are heard around them – not that either of them is paying attention. Y/N pulls away blushing slightly as Draco smirks to himself, going back to his breakfast as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.  

“Didn’t realise you two were together Draco” Crabbe says with a mouth full of food, “only happened recently Crabbe, gonna need you lads to stay out of the room today, if that’s alright”. Y/N whacks Draco’s chest, glaring at him, the boys all laugh at her reaction. “No problem mate, planned to go to the three broomsticks anyway so it’s all yours” Blaise replies with a wink. Y/N can't help the blush that paints her skin or the smile that takes over previous stern glare when Draco turns to wink at her, placing a few kisses over her face before setting his lips on hers.  

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Draco pulls her into the room, laying back on his bed, an arm outstretched to pull Y/N into his side. “Didn’t think Draco Malfoy would be a cuddler” she giggles as he buries his head in her neck, placing soft kisses on her skin. “I didn’t think the school's golden girl would love a mouthful of my cock as much as she did, guess we are both surprised” he says with a laugh that turns into a groan as Y/N whacks his shoulder...again.  

Y/N pouts and Draco kisses her, once, twice, three times and Y/N can’t help but smile. “So Draco...what does to be continued mean?” she raises her eyebrows playfully as Draco pulls her in closer. “Well...” he pauses to kiss her again “What do you want it to mean love?”, Y/N smirks and places her hand on Draco’s chest, slowly tracing down to the waistband of his joggers.  

“I hope it means you’re gonna repay me for last night”, Draco’s eyes get darker as he pulls Y/N in for another kiss, he pulls her closer, turning so she straddles his waist. The kiss is heated, sloppy, teeth clattering, and the sound of Draco’s groans mix sweetly with Y/N’s moans as she grinds down on him

“Tell me what you want baby” he barely gets out as Y/N starts to trail kisses down his neck. Y/N sits up, pulling her shirt above her head, Draco leaning up with her, “I want you to fuck me Draco”. His hands go straight to her chest, his lips trailing down her neck before capturing her nipple between his lips. She tugs at his hair, grinding her hips down on his. Draco pulls away lifting his top over his head, before standing up with Y/N, they make quick work of getting their clothes off.  

Draco pulls Y/N into his lap again, his hands gripping her waist as he kisses her “I did all the work last night Draco” she whines. Draco chuckles against her neck “I thought taking the lead was your thing” she rolls her eyes, a shocked squeal leaving her lips as Draco flips them over. He runs his hands up and down her thighs, kissing down her chest, “tell me what you want baby...do you want my fingers?” his hand traces along the bottom of her stomach and around her upper things, “or maybe my tongue?” he kisses along the same path his hands travelled, “or...do you want my cock deep inside your tight little cunt?”.  

Y/N moans at his words, her wetness dripping down her legs “please Draco”, “I asked you what you want baby, you better tell me or you’ll get nothing” his lips trail down her thighs, sucking softly, leaving his mark. “I...I want it all” she moans, her hips bucking slightly.  

Draco smirks against her thigh, his hand gripping her knees, pulling them apart, “are you sure baby?” Y/N groans at his teasing, “yes Draco...ple” her sentence was cut short as Draco slowly runs his tongue up her pussy, sucking her clit softly. “Fuck...Draco....feels so good” her hands tug at his hair as his fingers slowly tease her entrance. Draco slowly starts to finger her, adding a second digit, he feels Y/N buck her hips. His other hand comes up and settles over her stomach, rubbing soft circles across it.  

“Taste so good baby...” he curls his digits hitting that sweet spot inside her “uhh..ohh...just like that Draco” he brings his mouth back down to her pussy, the feeling of his fingers and tongue bringing her closer to the edge. “Draco...feels so good...fuck right there...just like that” her needy whimpers and moans are driving Draco wild.  

“Thats it pretty girl, cum on my fingers and then you can cum around my cock? That sound good?” Y/N can only nod in response, the familiar knot in her stomach getting tighter, “that's in baby” Draco can feel her tighten around his fingers, her moans getting higher, her breathing ragged, “cum for me”.  

Y/N’s climax washes over her, she’s a shaking mess below Draco, whimpering his name over and over. Draco laps up her juices, standing over her after she comes down from her high. Wiping his chin, he leans in to kiss her, “such a good girl aren’t you”. Y/N looks up at him, barely able to form a sentence, “fuck me” she moans into the kiss “please”  

“How can I say no when you're so polite” he chuckles and goes over to his bedside table grabbing a condom. He leans over Y/N again, “are you sure this is what you want baby? We can stop if you want to, I don’t mind” he kisses her softly, “I think I might scream if you stop now” she giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly.  

Draco lines himself up, one hand on her waist and the other gripping the base of his cock. He pushes in slowly, a whimper leaving Y/N’s lips and a soft groan leaving his “so tight for me baby”, Y/N lifts her hips to his after a moment and Draco slowly starts to thrust his hips forward. Each and every thrust is deep, not to hard and not too fast, its slow and sensual. His lips find their way to Y/N’s, he pulls back and places a kiss to her forehead, “you’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited for this baby...god you feel so good around my cock...” he feels Y/N tighten around him.  

“Fuck Draco...you're so big...fill me up so good” she moans as he hits that spot inside her over and over, he buries his head in her neck, both of his arms are set on the bed, resting on his elbows. “So...so tight” he mumbles, his lips on her skin cause goosebumps to decorate her neck.  

His thrusts start to get sloppy, his hand reaching down to rub circles on her clit, “D..Draco...feels so good...please don’t stop” she moans, back arching in pleasure “wasn’t planning on it baby” Draco whispers in her ear. “’m so close” her moans are quiet, Draco lifts his head so he can look at her, her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth is in an o shape, “open your eyes baby, look at me when you cum”. She opens her eyes, her lids heavy, “gonna cum” she moans loudly as Draco thrusts his hips a little harder “me to” he kisses her once more before she comes undone beneath him.  

She cums moaning his name over and over again. Her cunt clenching around his cock and her beautiful eyes looking up at him sends Draco over the edge and he cums, filling up the condom.  

He rides out both of their orgasms and pulls out, throwing the condom in the bin. He wraps a blanket around Y/N and cuddles in next to her. “That was amazing” he says and kisses her cheek, “it was indeed” she smiles over at him, a slight dazed look on her face.  

They sit in silence for a few moments before Y/N speaks up, “so..so what are we Draco?” she whispers softly, turning to run her hand through his hair. His eyes are shut and he opens one, “I thought we agreed in the great hall you were mine”, Y/N can't help but smile ear to ear and nod eagerly. Draco smiles back and pulls her in for a kiss, “well girlfriend, will we get cleaned up and head to dinner?”. Draco stands up, grabbing some clothes for himself and some for Y/N, “hold these gorgeous”, Y/N takes them in her lap and Draco lifts her bridal style, carrying her into the bathroom.  

“you know...” he sets her down turning on the shower “we could continue in here...”

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Labelling Love | Part 4 (Collab)

Summary: Meeting you changed the way Eunwoo viewed romance and love entirely.

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x female reader

Genre: university au / romance / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Welcome to the second series in the monthly Love In Fours Ways collab with @jackiejacks923​ @noona-clock​ & @this-song-thats-only-for-you​ . In the final week of each month during this collab, we’ll be each sharing a mini-series using 4 of the pictures/concepts illustrated in the book that inspired our series that I’ve credited below.

Credit to: Puuung - Love Is In The Small Things // #76 , #60 , #4 , #33

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 // Collab Masterlist

Part 4 - Visiting The Library Together

Even after all this time of dating you, Eunwoo realised this was the first time he was meeting you at the library. He was always the one to arrive first or you would enter together.

It only hit him when the déjà vu experience washed over him as he stood in the lobby staring at you reading a book at the table. Much as it had two years ago, his heart began to thud erratically in his chest and his breathing heightened.

Unlike then, however, he grinned.

Eunwoo had been so scared to accept what he felt back then could have led to something as magical as he had with you now. Perhaps he was a hopeless romantic after all.

He was certain now that he had fallen in love with you at first sight.

Of course, it had taken him all this time to admit that to himself. However, ever since he had told you last winter that he loved you for the first time, he didn’t go long between uttering it again. And if he wasn’t in a position to say it out loud, he would show you.

Which was what he did when he reached out to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze before sitting down across from you at the table.

Closing the textbook, you rested your hands under your chin and stared over at him lovingly. “Hey you.”

“Studying going well?”

“Hm, let me see,” you said softly, staring at him for some time before nodding with a sly smile. “Yes, I think you’ll do.”

Eunwoo couldn’t help but chuckle despite rolling his eyes at your response. “Quit looking at my face and do something more productive. Exams are just around the corner.”

“I’d aced a test all about you.”

“There’s still a whole lot about me you have to learn, don’t be so rash.”

“Maybe you should give me a mock exam so I can stretch my expertise,” you offered and Eunwoo shook his head as he pulled out his laptop and textbook. You whined lightly. “You’re here to actually study?”

“Well, that’s why we meet up in the library, Y/N.”

“Didn’t you once say this is where you saw me before our first class together?”

“You remember that?”

“I even chose the same table.”

Eunwoo tilted his head as he looked over at you. “You choose the exact same table every time you study on this level.”

“Because it’s-”

“In the center of the room and provides the best studying environment. I know.”

You folded your arms across your chest with a smirk. “Are you practising for your exam on me?”

“No, I don’t have time to take that test yet,” he admitted, opening the screen to his laptop. “Though there is something I realised today.”

“Which is?”

“Back then I was struggling to know what I felt when I saw you for the first time.” Smiling over at you, Eunwoo entangled his legs with yours under the table. “It seems completely out of my depth, however.”

“What did you feel? Attraction? Did I intrigue you?” you wondered, dropping your hands onto the table and leaning in closer to learn the answer as if Eunwoo was about to utter a secret.

So he prepared it like one, looking around you both before whispering. “Love.”

“Don’t mess with me!” you huffed, getting up and heading into the rows of bookshelves to the right. Eunwoo abandoned his computer and followed you, pulling you further into an aisle where fewer people frequented. He then placed a hand upon the shelf above your head and the other around your waist. You gasped at his bold move. “What are you doing?!”

“You always call me a romantic. Isn’t this one of the moves made in romance novels? The handsome student blocks the main protagonist up against the books and hopes they don’t whisper of the sins that happen upon them?” he suggested before ducking his head down to kiss you.

Despite your concern before, once his lips melded against yours, you gripped at the front of his top and stretched up to meet him midway. The kiss was sweeter than usual, perhaps being chased with the concept of being caught out by another student. This idea spurred Eunwoo on, kissing you until he sensed movement coming towards you both.

Instantly reaching for the spine of a book, he then flipped it open and then blinked.

Of course, it was in Latin.

“Well, this is rather a difficult text to understand,” he mentioned as you slapped his chest and barely gave him the time to place it back on the shelf before dragging him back to your table. Gesturing for him to collect his belongings, you then dashed out of the library, all but running down the main steps leading into the largest building on campus.

And then you started to laugh.

“Okay, the one time you purposely put effort into being romantic and it feels way too much!” you confessed in between giggles and Eunwoo bit at his bottom lip whilst shrugging.

“You didn’t like it?”

“Who wouldn’t like that?” you admitted, poking him in the chest. “Especially with such a handsome student like you.”

“You know, as students, we should be studying right now,” he reminded, but you shook your head adamantly.

“How am I meant to understand anything today after hearing my boyfriend tell me he fell in love at first sight with me?”

“I guess that might be difficult to navigate.”

“I’m jealous,” you told him with a pout and Eunwoo frowned. Following you over to the stone ledge lining the library’s courtyard, you let out a dejected sigh. “I can’t say I fell in love at first sight with you.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Why would that be a good thing?” you wondered and Eunwoo leaned over to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“Because you’ve been able to approach us with clarity for a whole lot longer than I have. From the very beginning, I’ve been overwhelmed by you. And it confused me because I thought I didn’t believe in things like love at first sight. Even though it’s the only thing that makes sense to me now, I wish I could contest it. Just so my logical side can be satisfied.”

“Logic has no place inside the heart,” you murmured, placing your hand over his. You beamed up at him. “That’s what belongs in your mind. Your heart led you to me. You shouldn’t regret that.”

“And you shouldn’t be jealous that it took you some time to let your heart find mine. I mean, you acted before me in most situations.”

“It’s been both of us. I distinctively remember almost face planting last Christmas when you told me you loved me.”

Eunwoo laughed. “I did appreciate you asking me out on our first date too.”

“We should continue to surprise each other like this.”

“Deal.”

“So what should we do now that we’re not going to study today?” you asked and Eunwoo shot you a look.

“Who says I can’t study today?”

“You’ll leave me to struggle like this?!”

“If you want to get behind in your studies all because I said some cheesy romantic lines to you, then that’s up to you.”

“Are you kidding me?!”

“You’re welcome to come over to mine whilst I study,” he offered and you glowered at Eunwoo, folding your arms firmly across your middle again.

“Can’t you go back to being the unproductive one in my company?”

“I had enough of that back then. It’s your turn now.” Eunwoo smirked. “But don’t worry I know how to help you with your problem. We’ll work together as a team. If you spend all your time with me, maybe you’ll be able to overcome this moment.”

You smiled, though your next words contradicted the gesture. “You’re not funny.”

“Who knows, you might not be the only one with feelings to explore,” he continued and you couldn’t hold back your laugh before diving into his arms.

Nestling against his shoulder, you let out a sigh of content. “I love visiting the library with you. We have spent a lot of our time together in that place.”

“Do you want to go back in but up to another floor?” he suggested and you lifted your head to glance at Eunwoo. He grinned mischievously. “If you can let me get an entire page of my exam essay written, I might even reward you again in the bookshelves.”

“What an offer,” you replied with a laugh and shook your head. “You underestimate your own self-control. I bet you’ll find yourself staring across at me and grow distracted from your studies altogether.”

“What will you do if that happens?”

Standing, you tugged Eunwoo back towards the building. “I guess I’ll have to press you into a bookshelf myself.”

“So either way, we’ll be thankful that the books don’t have ears?” he surmised and you giggled, heading back to the library, shooting him a demure look over your shoulder before bounding up the stairs again.

Eunwoo chased after you, knowing that he was eager to prove you wrong and end up rewarded. And even if he did fail and found himself staring at you mid-thought, he knew it would only lead to kissing you in the seclusion of an aisle of books.

Had he known back then that the initial reaction he felt towards you would lead to this; he knew he wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

But now that he believed in love at first sight, he was certain every time he looked up at you would lead him to further experiences shared together.

And that’s what love was all about, after all.

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let’s make a trade: the sun for the stars; platonic jihoon x reader artist!jihoon, nude model!reader (so warning: mentions of nudity) wc. 2.1k

a/n: this fic is just a complete mess of a piece, absolutely no plot and was meant to be part text fic, just mainly a lot of random dialogue that came to me at 2 am tbh, also basically an ‘i’ll give you the sun’ fanfic because i love jandy nelson’s writing a/n 2: really read at your own risk, this isn’t even a fic this is like a half-baked outline at best

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Jihoon thinks there’s something profoundly odd with nude art. What’s the purpose of nude drawings and painting and sculptures anyways? He knows of course what he’s been told the purpose is, in fact the instructor is rattling on about the purpose of nude drawings right now. It’s to capture the emotion, the stress, the lines, and the contours that would normally be hidden behind layers and layers of polyester and cotton clothes. It’s to capture beauty; take the fascination humans have with each other and mark them down forever. It’s to showcase the skill of the artist. Of course, today, with the nude model in the center of the classroom, the exercise is meant to bring out the latter purpose. But jihoon thinks there’s something more to drawing someone nude. There’s a vulnerability in it. It’s a vulnerable place for you, the model to be in. Because it’s more than just being naked. It’s subjecting yourself to be picked apart, piece by piece. It’s letting yourself be seen by a million different lenses. It’s letting the artists convey the little things, like the way you sit, or the way your bones come together, or how you have that one vein in your neck and forehead that sticks out a little more than the others. It’s putting on display the birthmark in between your collarbone and shoulder, the tattoo under the curve of your hip and the other one on your wrist. Jihoon knows he’s supposed to draw you as you’re seen, work from the inside out, bone blood then skin. But then why is it that he takes his pencil and sketches your vulnerability. (Portrait: The Naked Model Wearing Vulnerability As Clothes). 

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“Smoking kills,” Jihoon scowls exiting from the art building a little earlier than normal, “you know that right?” 

You squint up at him. Sitting on the doorstep of the classroom and taking an extra long drag. Just in spite. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, driving the cigarette straight to the earth's core, “I know.” You stomp your foot against the bud, and the entire world shakes a little when you do. You stand up and look at Jihoon. You look angry. You didn’t hold this emotion in between your brows before. Maybe it’s new. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it. Jihoon isn’t good at that. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and in his knees.

You exhale, rolling your eyes. “Is class over then?” You ask pointing towards the closed double doors. 

He shakes his head. “No, I got kicked out.” 

“For what?” You chuckle, but it comes out like a scoff. 

Jihoon shrugs. “Not completing the assignment.” 

You suck in your bottom lip. “Let’s see it then.” He blinks at you. You nod towards the sketch book he has tucked under his arm. Jihoon mutters a silent ‘oh’ before opening the book and flipping to the page where he drew you. You take it from him wordlessly. 

He supposes he should be scared by this. But he isn’t. It feels more like returning a favor. Because now he’s the one in a vulnerable position. But you take a long time to look at the drawing. You take years to dissect each line and shading. You burn over every inch of paper until the entire book is bursting into flames in your hands. He lets you take your time. You look up at him, something indescribable in your eyes. Something like fear or awe or wonder. You look at him like you would running into an ex-friend. Jihoon feels more than just vulnerable now. He feels like you’ve ripped behind his skin straight to the muscle and bones. (Portrait: A Bundle Of Muscles In The Outline of Person). He feels naked. He wants to feel no more. 

“So—“ 

You shush him immediately. Accidentally silencing the entire world. And after another lifetime of you staring at the one page, the one singular drawing, you’re finally done. 

“It’s really good.” You breathe. Jihoon senses a but. “But it isn’t me.” 

He says it plainly. “It’s a version of you to me.” (Portrait: The Way You See Yourself Looking In A Mirror; The Way He Sees You Looking Out). “Don’t most models leave after the modeling?” 

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” You hand him back the sketchbook. “Well, see you around I guess.” You turn back towards the double doors of the art building. And right before you’re swallowed whole by the red brick and air conditioning, you lift up your hand in a silent goodbye without looking back. And you do it in an almost cocky manner as if you know he’s watching you go. In your defense, he is. 

—

The next time he sees you is in the same class later that week. Apparently, nude sketching is a week long lesson. Your pose is a little different this time. Hands covering certain parts, head turned away. Today, the instructor wants them to focus on conveying emotion through the body alone, no face. He does as he’s told. He draws you as you are, as others would see. He draws something that won’t get him kicked out of class. And on the next page, he draws you the way he wants. Something more abstract. Focusing on the strain in your neck and arch in your back. He highlights the insecurities you’ve dropped by your feet and creates a shadow around the confidence you wear around your head. 

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[unknown number, 17:12]: hey it’s the nude model [unknown number, 17:12]: lol that’s probably not a normal greeting [unknown number, 17:13]: but anyways, this might be weird but I was kinda wondering if i could see what you drew in class today, you didn’t get kicked out so im curious. [unknown number, 17:15]: oh alos i got your number from mingyu lol hope thats not creepy [unknown number, 17:15]: *also

[jihoon, 22:37]: oh mingyu is your bf, yeah i’ve heard about you [jihoon, 22:38]: i can’t say it’s not creepy but here [jihoon, 22:40]: image.0315

[you, 23:04]: only good things i hope, also i can see why you didn’t get kicked out this time it’s nice [you, 23:04]: but [you, 23:04]: from what i can tell, it doesn’t really seem like your style

[jihoon, 23:54]: image.0316 

[you, 23:57]: yeah that’s more like it

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The third time he sees you is at the end of the semester party. In truth, Jihoon is partly avoiding you. You text him a lot. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t getting mildly annoying. 

He’s talking to Jeonghan and Soonyoung when a tipsy you and an even tipsier Mingyu make your way over to the couch and fall into the cushions. And something about the way you look at each other as if you’re kissing with your eyes. Something about the way you whisper something in his ear and he laughs. Something about the way he whispers something back, taking your hand in his and playing absentmindedly with your fingers. Makes Jihoon think that the two of you are so caught up with each other. Too focused on swallowing each other whole. That the walls could fall and the sky could come bursting into the room and neither of you would bat an eye. 

(Portrait: You And Mingyu Tearing Down The Walls And The Clouds)

Jihoon’s taking out his sketchbook and a pencil before he realizes it himself. 

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“Hey let’s play a game,” you say while you and Jihoon are waiting for the movie to start playing in the movie theater. “where we each claim pieces of the universe for ourselves.” 

(Portrait: You And Jihoon Each Holding Half The Universe In Your Palms) 

“Sure.” Jihoon waits a moment, thinking which part of the universe he’d like to claim first. “I call the stars.” 

“Fuck,” you whisper into the popcorn, “I want the stars.” 

“You snooze you loose.” 

“It’s my game.” 

“Okay and?” 

You roll your eyes dramatically. “Anyways I call the sun.”

Jihoon: “Moon.” 

You: “Earth.” 

He takes a sip of his cola. “And everything in it?” 

“No just the planet.” 

“Okay… I call the other planets.” 

“That’s a lot at once but I’ll let it slide as long as I get to have Pluto.” 

Jihoon shakes his head in a laugh. “Plutos barely a planet but yeah, go crazy.”

“Bet. And next…” you tap on your chin in thought, “next I want the asteroid belt.” 

“I want the Hubble Telescope.” 

You squint at him. “You’re weird.” 

“Says the one who just called the asteroid belt.” 

You press a finger to your lips. “The movies about to start.” 

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[you, 9:23]: btw I call all bodies of water [jihoon, 9:32]: that is such a catch all [you, 9:33]: hey you can have rain [jihoon, 9:33]: bruh [jihoon, 9:33]: fine i’ll take rain but i call mountains too [you, 9:34]: i want flowers [jihoon, 9:34]: i want trees and beyonce [you, 9:35]: no way you can’t call ppl [jihoon, 9:35]: so you can call ALL bodies of water but i can’t call beyonce [you, 9:35]: my game my rules [jihoon, 9:36]: it was worth a try [you, 9:38]: oh i got a good one [you, 9:39]: i call music [jihoon, 9:40]: N O [you, 9:40]: we can stop here for today [jihoon, 9:41]: this game is so biased [jihoon, 9:41]: I WANT MUSICCC!!!!!! [you, 9:41]: whine about it more and i’ll call art too [jihoon, 941]: icallarticallarticallart [you, 9:41]: ur welcome [jihoon, 9:42]: u suck

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“Hey,” you greet coming into jihoon’s apartment, with a frantic text about needing to escape for a bit. Luckily, you explain so jihoon doesn’t have to ask. “We broke up. Mingyu and I.”

“Oh.” 

You shake your head. “It’s fine though. Really.” (Portrait: You and a Lie Detector Flashing Red)

Jihoon opens and closes his mouth trying to figure out the best way to comfort you without coddling you. He settles for, “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

You inhale sharply. “No. Not really.” You sit on his couch and turn on the tv. After a moment, jihoon joins you. 

And it’s 20 minutes into whatever program you’ve chosen to watch that Jihoon finally knows what to say. “Hey,” he whispers, you turn your head towards him, “you wanted the stars right?” you raise a single eyebrow. “Take them.” 

“Really?” you say suspicious. 

“Yeah,” he nods, then with a smile adds, “but it’s gonna cost you.” you roll your eyes knowingly. “I want the sun.” 

You purse your lips in thought. Then after a minute, agree. And so a trade is made: the sun for the stars. 

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[a/n: undeveloped bit of dialogue that would have gone somewhere] Reader: Are we about to kiss Jihoon: What ew no Reader: Ew? I mean I agree but ew? That’s harsh Jihoon: don’t make it personal Reader: Okay you know I have a bf right Jihoon: Oh my god I’m not into you Reader: Not even a little bit Jihoon: No Reader: Not even like last two people on earth into me Jihoon: No Reader: Ouch Jihoon: You’re the one who asked Reader: Still hurts to hear

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[a/n: for context before this reader was supposed to give jihoon music] “Do you know how to play?” you ask, fingers ghosting the keys of the piano in jihoon’s apartment. 

“Of course. Why would I have one if I didn't?”

You shrug. “Play me something.” 

He sits down on the bench and plays a tune he memorized years ago. One that starts happy and shifts key into something almost unrecognizable. Not sad, not angry, but a fireball of emotions. Or at least, that’s how Jihoon’s old teacher described the piece.

“Hey, jihoon,” you say as he holds out on the last note of the song. 

“Yeah”

“I’m glad I gave you music.” 

“Oh,” he says, voice turning mischievous, “me too.” He starts playing a new song. 

“Is that-” you sit up slightly “Is that the Wii theme music?” Jihoon hums along. “I take it back.”

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[itsme690]

Bad Day part 2

I woke up, our legs tangled together, both naked. We fell asleep after the fun night that we had. The sun was beaming in through the blinds on the window when a wave of reality came over me. Work. I rolled over to check the time on my phone...

"SHIT RAMI GET UP!" I yelled, squirming to get out of his hold. "Its after 7! We're both going to be late!!" I nudged him to get up. I had to get to work and he had a very important meeting to get to with his agent, Jack, who we have known for years so he was pretty much considered at this point. I quickly found my black pencil skirt and picked out my black and white striped blouse and put them on. He lazily rolled over, still half asleep not really comprehending what was happening. "RAMI! Up! Now! Babe you have to get going!!" He shook his head and rubbed his sleepy eyes..

"Huh?...shit! What happened to our alarms?" He jumped out of our bed to get himself ready. Thinking back to what they were up to last night.

"Well you remember last night..the fun we had..we must have just passed out afterwards and forgot to set the alarm.." I looked at him up and down and couldn't stop thinking of the way he had made me feel when he touched me.

He stopped and looked over at me and smirked "how could I forget last night?"

We both finished getting ourselves ready and Rami ran out to let Max out while I filled the dog bowl with food. We grabbed our things and got out the door. Rami got into his car as I got in mine. Just as I was backing out of the driveway Rami was running up to my car. Unrolling the drivers window down..

"What baby? What is it?" He opened my door and pulled me out and into his arms for a nice warm quick hug.

"Have a great day baby, don't listen to the asshats that you work with." I laughed when he used the term asshats.

"Yeah, well I didn't have time to make my coffee this morning so..we'll see" I rolled my eyes.

"And if you don't have the best of days again, you know what you can come home to again..." he winked and kissed the top of my head.

I looked up at him "then maybe i'll purposely not have a good day..." His eyes narrowed and then he kissed me.

"Just give it your all, baby!" And with that he turned around and headed back to his car to get going.

"Yeah Yeah I will. Good luck with Jack today, you've got this!" I yelled back towards him. He raised his hands up next to his face, crossing his fingers and doing his cute little scrunched up nose smile of his.

__________

I decided to step out of the office for my lunch break today, instead of sitting awkwardly with all of my employees. I grabbed my coat, purse and phone and went out to grab a smoothie. It wasn't far, so I decided to walk instead of drive over there.

I was waiting for my order when my phone started to buzz in my coat pocket. "Hey baby, can you give me just a second?"

"Sure!"

"Thank you ma'am, you have a good day too!" I said to the cashier as she handed me my strawberry banana smoothie. I grabbed a straw and walked out.

"Back, so...how'd it..." I began to say back into my phone when he excitedly interrupted me.

"Baby I got it!! I got it!!"

"Oh Rami I knew you would!! So what is the next step from here!?"

"Well....thats the thing..." he paused. I didn't like his tone.

"Babe, what is it? Tell me."

"Can I bring home take out and we can talk tonight?"

"Rami.."

"(Y/N), I'd really like to talk about this in person please."

"Fine." I shortly said.

"Text me what you want for dinner and I will meet you at home tonight."

He had been rehearsing for this part for the past two months, I was beyond excited for this opportunity for him! But there was something in his tone about the next step that I was skeptical about. I didn't want to become the crazy jealous clingy fiance'. But I just loved him so much I couldn't imagine anything changing drastically.

I texted him that Asian food sounded good for dinner but rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on. I couldn't wait to leave work to go home and find out whats going on.

I walked in the house to the smell of our favorite Chinese restaurants food. There were take out boxes lining the kitchen table, with our plates and silverware all set in our spots. Rami was at the counter pouring us each a glass of wine when I snuck up behind him and hugged him. I guess he hadn't heard me come in because he jumped and spilled a little bit on the floor!

"Oh! Hello my love!" I love it when he calls me that..his love! I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess.

"This all looks great! Thank you!" I went to hang up my coat and when I came back he was standing behind my chair..

"Have a seat babe." He pulled my chair out for me and handed me a napkin and my glass of wine. He settled in his spot across the table from me.

"So.." I say looking at him.

"Lets eat a little first baby.." he hands me the box of lo mein for me to take my share.

My eyes glued to his pensive eyes as we took our first few bites. I put my fork down, finished the bite of food and ran my napkin over my lips.

"Rami..talk to me please.."

"Hmm how was your day?"

"Babe, not about me..what is going on?" He looked down, placing his fork to the side of his plate of food and took a deep breath.

"Alright..they need me to fly out to LA for a few weeks.."

"Okay...we're used to this..whats so different?"

"And after that I'm going to need to go to London."

"LONDON?...as in overseas..."

"Yes, baby"

There have been plenty of times that his job needed him to travel for weeks, sometimes months at a time. But he had always stayed in the country.

"For how long?"

"That hasn't been determind yet...But.."

"But what!? Rami, you know I am so happy for you with this new opportunity, but OVERSEAS??"

"But I want you to come with me" not hearing what he said.

"Do you know how far that is Ram? How will we figure out time differences?" He moved himself to the chair next to me and scooted close to me. Grabbing my hands in his..

"(Y/N) love, did you hear me?" But I was still rambling on and on. "(Y/N) stop! Relax please! Listen to me okay?" He squeezed my hands tight to chest. I closed my mouth and looked at him, nodding.

"No, I need to hear that you are really listening to me.."

"I'm listening.." I whispered.

"Come with me (Y/N)..to London. I couldn't bare to leave you here alone while I go overseas. I talked this over with Jack and the others, in fact I told them I wouldn't go unless you could come with me." I just stared at him in awe, did he just say that?

"Did you really?" I asked not really knowing what else to say considering I sort of just blew up at him. Not taking his eyes off of me he said

"Would I ever lie to you baby?" I stared at him a minute longer and then leaned in to kiss his lips.

"I'm so sorry I blew up at you like that...! I just couldn't stand the thought of being that far away from you for who knows how long."

"Don't be, love, I felt the same way."

I got up from my chair and straddled his legs. Placing my hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss. This time he slipped his tongue between my lips so I sucked on it which caused him to let out a soft whimper. He pushed my shoulders away..

"Is that a yes then?" he winked.

"I mean thats a lot to figure out, but yes Rami, I will absolutely come to London with you! Why were you so nervous to tell me?"

"I honestly didn't know what your answer would be. You'll be leaving your job, your friends, and your family for me. I didn't know if you would do all of that just for me." I hugged him tight, burying my head in his chest. He went on to say "yes you will be in London with me but there will be a lot of time that you won't be able to come to the set. But at least you will in the same country with me."

"And thats all I'll need baby. I'll meet new friends there as well as still talk to everyone back here!"

He picked me up in happiness and spun me around.

"Can we get back to dinner now?" he asked as he placed me back down. I shook my head slow..

"I've got an even better idea..." I said grabbing his hand and pulling him to our bedroom.

"What? Whats better than food!?" he sneered. Before we made it to the bedroom he pushed me hard up against the wall. It hurt a little but I didn't care. He pressed his hips into mine in a teasing way. Making me arch myself into him more, leaning my head back giving him the invitation that he was awaiting. Feeling him grow hard inbetween us.

I gasped in delight when he nuzzled his face into my neck as I began to unbutton his navy blue shirt. Finally he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and let his shirt drop to the hallway floor.

"Leave it there..." I said pushing him down the hall to the bedroom.

"Sit..right there.." I pointed to the ottoman that was a few feet away from the bottom of our bed.

"Yes ma'am.." he nodded.

"Watch me.." I started unbuttoning my blouse s.l.o.w.l.y not taking my eyes off of him. I turned my back to him and reached behind myself unclasping my bra, letting the straps slide off my arms. I snapped my head to the side and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. Still not turning around for him yet, I reached up and pulled the hair tie out of my messy bun. My long, curly hair falling out. I finally turn to face him, his eyes filled with lust. I walk up to him, straddling him again. He gently places his fingers on the back of my neck and runs them down my back. I grab his hands and put them behind his back. "Do. Not. Touch...do you understand me?" His eyes grew wider, he didn't know how to handle me being so dominant. Usually he was the one making all the calls, but something tonight came over me. "Its my turn to make the rules.." I said seductively.

I grinded my hips against his for a minute, feeling his hard through our pants, running my hands through his hair and down the sides of his face. Pressing my breasts close enough to his face that he still couldn't reach even with his mouth.

I climbed off and crossed my arms across my chest touching my shoulders. Running my hands back over my breasts. Playing with them a little.

"Fuck (Y/N)..I am loving this." he growled. I smiled back at him. I loved that I was pleasing him.

I walked behind him and draped my arms over his shoulders. Letting my mouth wander its own over his neck, his shoulders, and his sexy freckled back.

"Mmm yes baby, that feels so good" he moaned as I bit down on his shoulder. I moved up to his neck and had left a decent sized mark, licking and kissing it when I was done sucking.

On my short walk back around to the front of him I started unbuttoning my skinny jeans, pushing them down my legs. I turned my back to him again and bent my shoulders down towards the floor to pull my jeans off, leaving on just my lacy thong. He slapped my ass, forgetting that he was unable to move.

"Sorry babe, I couldn't resist" he smirked raising his hands up above his head.

"So thats how its going to be...do I have to tie your hands together?" I said lacing my fingers through his and climbing back on top of his lap.

"Hmm..maybe you should.." he said. I grabbed my thin scarf from the chair in the corner of the room and tied his hands loosly behind his back.

I leaned back over his shoulders again but this time running my hands roughly down his chest and happy trail. But while unbuttoning his jeans, I felt his hand awkwardly cupping my sex.

"Holy shit you are so fucking wet baby" I backed away instantly, slapping his shoulder

"Nothing will stop you, huh?" I untied and retied his wrists again, slightly tighter this time.

"I want you so fucking bad."

"And you will, patience love." I said moving back to his front to finish unzipping his jeans. He lifted himself a little so I could pull his pants and boxers off of him.

I knelt on the floor in front of him, motioning for him to let me in his between his legs. I crept my fingers from his knees, to his thighs. Kissing his inner thighs. His breathing getting faster and unrhythmic. He stood hard and tall for me, aching to be surrounded by anything at this point. His tip red and wet from precum. I took him in my hands at first. Rubbing him up and down, gently squeezing the top, running my thumb over his smooth tip. His whole body twitching at my touch. My mouth reaching where he wanted it the most.

"Remember.. Rami...watch me" I said looking up at him. I left my hands at his base and began to trickle my tongue around his tip. Every now and again blowing just a little. I licked my lips slowly and began to take him in my mouth. I have to say, he wasn't that big nor that small...he was the perfect size. He started thrusting himself into my mouth. Usually this makes me so turned on but today I was in charge. I moved my hands to his hips and pushed him down.

"Fuckkkkk baby, can I cum in your mouth? Please baby" I nodded up at him. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him completely. All of a sudden I feel his hands pressing the back of my head.."Fuck (Y/N) don't stop!" .. his thrusting was back as he came, and I swallowed all that I could.

"Apparently you aren't very good at tieing me up..huh" he smirked as he pulled me to straddle him. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head..secretly loving when he places his hands on me when I take him that way.

I pull his head down to my breasts, aching to be touched now. He slides his hand down to find that i'm now dripping wet.

"Ooooh.. I love the way you feel" he said as he was forming circles around my clit. "Tell me baby, how do you want it?" He removed his hand from under me to play with my breasts. I held tight onto his shoulders and I began grinding my wet self against the side his cock. "Oh fuck, so thats how.." he jolted. He let me continue for a minute

"Rami...I need..yyou inside mme....NOW!" I whispered.

"Hang on tight babe!" He said and grabbed my waist in one arm, picking me up and pressing me up against the closet door. His other hand went between us, and he guided himself in me.

"Fuck Rami" I managed to moan. His hips thrusting himself into me. Short and quick at first until he felt his legs growing weak. He threw me on the bed.

"All fours..now" I did as I was told and he quickly set himself up and thrusted deep and hard. His hold on my hips was tight, i'm pretty sure I will have bruises in the morning. I reached down to rub my clit but he moved my hand and said "Thats my job.." I lost myself.

"I'm so close Rami, don't stop pleasee." I moaned.

"MMM FUCK! Cum for me baby" he groaned. I take it that meant he was too. Three more deep thrusts was all it took for us both to explode and then collapse.

We lay there for several minutes, our bodies intertwined. Neither of us able to move, nor did we want to. He rolled on his back and pulled me in close. My head on his chest, his heart still beating rapidly.

"And to think I didn't even have a bad day today, yet I still managed this." I said. He laughed and hugged me tighter.

"I love you so much (Y/N), you are the love of my life." I kissed his bare skin and smiled.

"I love you too Rami. More than you will ever know."

[sneaky-mermaid-renegade]

Claire-voyant Chapter 1

So here is my first youtuber ego story thing. I think its bad but my friend says its good \_(’_’)_/. Either way I sincerely hope you enjoy!

I would like to thank @retro-remix for being my editor since im horrible with words and @markiplier-egos for a very specific insult near the end of the story XD.

@itsdanimotherfreakingglitter @markiplier-egos @moonysmayhem @sunstar121  @ferociousfangirlofmanyfandoms I believe you guys wanted to be tagged for this? Sorry if im wrong! 

              I really messed this up.  Im sitting on a high ledge trying to evade a pink haired lunatic, a man with bandages over his eyes, some sort of 3-D filter demon, among others.  I must be nuts because the only thing that crosses my mind is ‘why do they all look alike?’ Oh, where are my manners! My name is Claire, and im currently stuck in some sort of large house belonging to some very crazy people.  You're probably asking what the heck is going on? Well, it's a long story, so I hope you have some time on your hands.

I guess it all started a while ago ...

        I hated today.  Today was the first day of the new school year.  All I had to do was make it through the day without catching the attention of bullies, and what did I do? Now i’m running down the streets being chased by kids two grades above me.  Sometimes being the odd one really bites me in the butt.  I look behind me, only to find that they’re still on my tail! I see the park up ahead and skid onto the path.  Surely i’d lose them in the thick woods that lined the park! Right? I rush into the woods, dodging trees and shrubbery.  I can hear them tearing through the undergrowth as I start to get stitches in my side from running, my knee high socks snagging on thorns.  I come upon a cliff and realize I can't get down without harming myself.  When I turn around there they are, Staring at me.  

        “Where you gonna run now, Claire-voyant? Dontcha got something in your “magic satchel?” one of them called.  I grit my teeth at the nickname, and hug my satchel closer.  It had all the things I thought would come in handy, which included, a flashlight, a multi-tool, some twine, and other trinkets I thought would be useful.  Although right now I didn't have much to fend them off with.  I had a pocket knife, but even deep in the woods they would find a way to get me in trouble if I pulled it out on them.  “What's the matter? Didn't see this coming?”  I don't reply as I edge closer to the cliff.  I don't need to engage them when they have me between a rock and a hard place.  “If you dont wanna play our game, you can always play with the bottom of the cliff instead!” the other shouted rushing forward.  I panicked and dove off the cliff.  Not the best idea, I admit, but I wasn't thinking.  The last thing I remember is a bright flash before I hit the hard ground, and everything going black.

        I'm sleeping.  I must be.  My eyes are closed, and I don't feel like getting up so it must be monday.  Except my bed feels like a rock, and my blankets must have fallen of in the night because im super cold.  I open my eyes only to close them tightly again.  It's too bright, and im getting a headache from it.  I bolt up at that.  I am not a morning person so my room always, always has the blinds shut.  This is not my room.  I look around to find im in some sort of studio.  ‘How did I get here?’ I think to myself.  I have vague memories about hitting my head, but I don't remember how.  I think back to the day.  I can remember everything up until school ended, then it gets hazy.  I hear ringing in the distance, no not in the distance.  My ears are ringing.  Wait .  .  .  headache, Light sensitivity, memory loss, ear ringing.  I think for a minute.  Aren't those the symptoms of a concussion? I'm not too sure, but whatever it is it can't be good.  I decide to try and find help immediately.  After all one thing I know for sure is that if not treated, concussions bring pain.  Unfortunately for me, this is the exact time someone walked through the door.         It was a man, wearing pink suspenders, and shock of pink hair.  He also had a silver gun in hand.  That made me worried.  The instant he saw me I bolted up and looked around for a place to hide.  There was two chairs in front of a fake brick wall.  I ducked behind the brick wall and climbed up a ladder that led to a catwalk.  Looking down, I see the bewildered pink man shoot his gun at me while running towards the ladder.  At the end of the catwalk I spied a door and ran to it, while hearing bullets ricochet off nearby metal objects.  I pull open the door and lock it behind me.  I then pull a pair of pliers out of my satchel and break the door handle.  I hear him yelling as he pounds on the door, but I dont stick around to hear what he’s saying.  I skid around the next corner and stop to catch my breath.  As the adrenaline ebbs away I feel a sharp pain through my skull.  My headache is getting worse.  Concussion or not I definitely need help, but is there anyone else here? If so, are they all as crazy as that cotton candy lunatic?         I decide it will do no good if I stay here and do nothing, so I set off down the hallway.  I open a door and slip through into a library.  Its really dark so I pull out a flashlight from my satchel, and I wander through the maze of bookshelves.  Some of them seemed like good books, but the jabbing in my forehead pushed me forward.  Suddenly I came upon a desk with someone in it.  I immediately hid.  I could hear the noise of a pen on paper and muttering, as I slowly inch away towards an elevator I see at one end of the room.  Through the books I can see he has bandages over his eyes.  This should be easy, all I have to do is make no noise and he wont be able to tell im there! I slowly walk across the floor.  Im a foot away from the elevator when I hear him talk.  “The Host believes you are hurt.  The Host will forgive you for sneaking around his library without his permission if you go get treatment. ” I stood planted where I was in shock.  How did he even know I was there? Then the cotton candy lunatic walks in, and we lock eyes.  This gets me moving.  I sprint to the elevator and press a random floor.  The elevator slams shut just as he runs up to the door.         The elevator door opens to a dark room.  It looks like some sort of office, with a desk in the middle of the room.  I walk over to the desk only to find papers strewn about it.  I pick up a newspaper clipping.  “Three people killed at Markiplier Manor. ” it read.  Before I had a chance to read the article the door opened to reveal a man.  I think anyway.  He was completely monochromatic with overlapping images of himself in blue and red.  Like as if someone had drained all the saturation from a photograph and added a 3-D filter.  Panicking, I ducked behind the door as he opened it.  He closed the door and walked to the desk.  He sat down and began to work on whatever papers that were there.  He hadn't  seen me.  He hadn't seen me! This was my chance! I carefully crept to the doorknob, keeping a watchful eye on the man.  At one point he looks up and sees me.  We both stare at each other until I break the silence by throwing the door open and bolting down the hallway.  I look behind him to see him speed walking towards me.  Why he wasn't running? I don't know, and I don't care because it gave me a big enough headstart.  I frantically look for a place he won't find me.  I look around and find a high shelf with potted plants next to a window.  I clamber up and pull up my feet just as the monochromatic man walks up.  I hear him dial someone on his phone.  “Tell everyone to be on high alert for a young girl. ” I hear him say.  He ends the phone call and walks away.  I lean my head against the window.  After all that the adrenaline has worn away again, and i'm left with a blinding headache.  The coolness of the glass takes away the edge of the pain, so I stare out the window.           Outside I see a beautiful garden, filled with trees, flowers and a pond.  On the other side there seems to be another place.  It's a lime green manor of sorts, with blue window shutters and a blue door.  Many people walk by, putting me on edge, but they always seem to pass.  I must be crazy because instead of being scared all I can think about is why they all look similar.  Like, they all wear the same face.  Are they twins? No there are at least 12 of them, maybe more Is there a word for 12 twins? Is it possible? If not what are these guys? Looking down at the passing people.  I spot the black and white guy, the bandage guy, and the pink carnival guy, but also new people.  There is a normal guy in a tux, a guy wearing robes and has a peanut butter beard, a doctor, four news cast guys, four robots, and a guy with a skateboard and a tank top.  

*time skip brought to you by doritos*

        I don't remember when I fell asleep, but I woke up to someone trying to grab my foot.  “What the-!”I screamed and pulled it up from where it was hanging over the edge.  Looking around I found that all of them were gathered around my hiding place.  I could barely think with my headache, but one clear thought I had was ‘I am so massively screwed!’ The monochromatic man cleared his throat.  “We would greatly appreciate it if you could get down from there. ” he said flatly.  “Why? So you can attack me, you desaturated demon?” I called down.  He didn't seem very pleased at my remark but said nothing.  “My diagnostics indicate you are already damaged” the robot in the blue shirt muttered.  I pulled out my pocket knife.  “Yeah, and I don't feel like getting ‘damaged’ even further!” I said slowly, clenching my fist in pain.  The regular guy in the tux spoke up “I hope you didn't ruin any of my plants up there!” The demonic 3D man knocked him upside the head.  “Thats not whats important right now!” he sneered.  That got me mad.  I wasn't thinking very straight with my headache, but this guy seemed nice.  Trust me when I say I can tell these things.  So I chucked my pair of pliers at him.  “Leave him alone you hot topic wannabe!” I shouted.  He lunged for me, but the man with bandages held him back yelling “The Host holds Dark back with all his might, just as Claire passes out from her concussion!”

And then everything goes black.

        I’m asleep again.  I’m sure of it this time.  I'm on a soft bed with the blankets pulled up, and i’m hugging my pillow.  Except it's still very bright.  I sit up fast.  The one in the doctors coat is at the end of the bed.  I inch back in the cot.  He hold up his hands.  “Its okay! Jeez, I won't hurt you! In fact im very glad you woke up! We were all very worried. ” he spoke softly.  I stare at him.  “Worried? You guys were chasing me! I was shot at!” I yelled.  He flinches.  “That was probably Wilford.  Look I only want to patch you up and send you home.  Dark isn't very fond of you after you called him a ‘hot topic wannabe’!” I mess with my blanket for a bit before saying “I don't really have a home. ”

[christophersymes]

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masonfucker1000: hey! i cannot fucking sleep for the life of me

masonfucker1000: nosam show's today, isn't it?

familyjules: hell yes it is! im too excited to sleep too do u wanna talk for a while while i get ready

masonfucker1000: uh, yeah, arent we talking now?

familyjules: shut up i'm sleep deprived and playing bass my mind is off

masonfucker1000: playing bass? are you reallyyy playing bass? or are u playing around w ur secret bass-stripping software, wannabe christo?

familyjules: fuck you i'm actually playing, masonfucker! u want proof go here: rabb.it/familyjules

masonfucker1000: uh huh

Mason's heart was suddenly beating out of his chest as he sat up in his bunk and plugged in earphones. Was Jules gonna turn on her camera? He was already freaking out that he was in the same city as Jules, he might even see her in the crowd! The boys had already teased him plenty in the past week for being so excited for it. He took a deep breath and clicked on the link.

Elias: Show me the proof!

Jules clicked on the camera and stuck his tongue out, smiling. "Hey, dumbass," he said, internally cringing at his voice. He lifted the bass. "Proof. Right here." He started to play one of Nosam's songs, smiling while he did.

Mason had to take a deep breath as soon as Jules turned the camera on. He blushed for no reason at all as he looked down at his bare chest and SpongeBob boxers, even though she couldn't see him. Jules' voice was awesome. The first thing he noticed were her blue eyes. Mason had seen a lot of blue eyes, but these were... wow. It was as if Mason had been searching for a certain shade of blue and had just found the perfect ones.

Her hair was an absolute mess down to her shoulders, and there was glitter all over her face, and she had tattoos. Blackwork flowers covered her shoulders down to her elbows. Those flowers were framed by a thin black line that went across her collarbone and shoulders, down to the end of the flowers. He could also see a moth and red and blue outlines of a skull on her thighs. She looked good. Really good. And then she showed him the bass and started playing, and Mason was pretty sure he'd nut right there.

Elias: holy fuck. holy fuck

Elias: Jules you're gorgeous

Elias: Sorry i mean your bass playing is amazing, it is, my mind is blown

Elias: but ive heard that before. right now im looking at

Elias: your face and

Elias: you look so good

Jules continued playing a few chords while he leaned forward to see the screen. He blushed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "You're an idiot. My hair is a fuckin' mess right now, dude." He leaned back again, the bass just barely hiding the fact that he was in a pair of boxers and a tank top and nothing else. "I'm gonna respect you not turning on your cam or mic, but damn, I wish I could see you." He laughed a little at how weird that sounded. "You're making me think you're someone famous."

Mason grinned. Jules' voice was soothing and light enough to severely tone down the dangerous words coming out of her mouth, the fact that she had casually— jokingly— guessed who he was. Sort of.

Elias: aw!! youre blushing! thats a blush!! youre cute

Elias: you're gonna make me blush. are u really that desperate to see me?

Elias: im sure u wish i was some1 famous

Jules laughed again. "Asshole. Maybe I do, you could get me a record deal or some shit. I don't sing much but my sister sure as hell can and I can harmonize okay." He plucked a string. "Also I'm not desperate. Just curious."

Elias: i would in a heartbeat

Elias: SING

Elias: you gotta sing

Elias: oh im sure its a burning curiosity

Jules blushed again, but obliged. He started singing a Nosam song. He blushed through it, then coughed a little. "I'm really not that good. Better with other people."

Mason smiled wide when Jules started singing. It was similar to Chris' range— which was really good. And her voice was different. Or maybe he was just... crushing extremely hard on her.

Elias: you're a solid Chris! and better than you think!

Elias: your voice is super smooth but it also has a nice rough edge to it and its fucking rad

Elias: you're a 1000% band material all the way, jules, I swear

Jules laughed nervously, grinning. "You're biased. Definitely just saying it." He shrugged a little. "Ugh. An hour 'til I go stand in line all day for good views."

Elias: youre good!

Elias: it'll be worth it

Elias: I hope youre at the front of the stage

Elias: ha! is that what ur gonna wear? what are those, boxers?

Elias: they are!

"Hell no!" Jules laughed. "It's way too fuckin' cold for that. And yes. They are boxers— Spongebob ones to be specific." He set his bass on the bed next to him and leaned up on his knees, so Elias could see. "I should probably get dressed actually. Turning off my camera for a minute." He turned it off and started to get dressed, keeping the mic on.

Elias: FUCK

Elias: IM WEARING SPONGEBOB BOXERS TOO

Elias: wow u have killer thighs

Elias: BOOOOOOOO

Elias: now im left to imagine

Jules stopped for a second to read the messages. "Twins! And boo for you. The thighs and ass are the result of a lifetime of hockey, my friend." Jules shrugged on a flannel and started buttoning it over his tank top. "I've got a killer ass too."

Mason bit his lip at that, significantly affected by imagining Jules' killer ass.

Elias: thank fuck for hockey

Elias: oh, I believe it

Elias: i have a lacrosse bod

Mason froze after he sent it. Sure, it was in hidden corners of the internet, but it was a little-known fact he played lacrosse in high school.

Jules grinned. "Lacrosse, huh? No wonder you like Mason. He was a lacrosse player."

Elias: oh yeah? bet he wasnt as good as me

Jules pressed the camera button again after he had his jeans on, stepping back as he buttoned them. "Better? Warmer." He grinned, turning in front of the camera. He was wearing a too big flannel since he couldn't wear his binder, and ripped black jeans. "With boots. It's kinda too pop punk for Nosam but y'know."

Mason swallowed as he fixated on Jules' ass. He blushed at the screen and looked up at the bottom of the top bunk. This was ridiculous.

Elias: hotter, definitely, yes

Elias: Pop punk is rad

Elias: and you rock it

Jules sat down again and grinned. "Thanks, man." He pulled the hair tie out of his hair and started to fix it, pulling half back again. "How are Nosam concerts? I mean, I've seen videos, but I haven't ever thought about asking about like... the fans? How did people act?"

Elias: lots of hype. really loud. lots of glitter, merch, posters. as u know, nosam fans are dedicated. altho some people won't even know who they are and pretend they know the songs, which is hilarious. lots of shirtless ppl after T-Shirt Song. might be some shoving around so be careful. theres some younger teenage fans too, they might get a bit much but theyre definitely passionate. older fans are adorable

Jules took a second to read it, playing with a pillow in his lap. "Sounds fun. I— nah, I'll just take off the tank when T-Shirt Song is played. Fuck, I'm so excited. That just made me even more excited. Fuck!"

Mason grinned as he watched Jules get gradually more restless in excitement.

Elias: youre adorable

Elias: hey are u in a relationship? i cant imagine not

Jules was still shifting around a little when he rolled his eyes, plucking a string out of the pillow. He looked up at the other message sound, blushing again. "Damn, you like making me blush. No, I'm not. Haven't been in many, either, if you're gonna ask that next."

Mason pursed his lips, silencing an excited yell. He fist-pumped quietly.

Elias: you're really cute when you blush

Elias: and you're

Elias: into guys?

Jules blushed more, rolling his eyes again. He was silent for a second as he struggled to force the words out. "Yeah. I'm bi, if that helps." He focused his gaze on the pillow again, smiling a little. Elias definitely was interested. "You're more flirty than usual right now."

Elias: can't help it looking at you

Elias: i just think you're really cool

Elias: hot, too

Elias: gotta include both ends of the temperature spectrum

Jules snorted. "I think you're really cool yourself. And probably hot as hell. Can't see your face though, so I'm relying on the idea that you're not some sixty year old mouth breather flirting with me through the internet, like my parents warned me about. And if you are, you're rich, so be my sugar daddy, please and thank you."

Elias: it means shit, i know, but i swear im not 60. ur right, im definitely hot. and young. v muscular. probably the guy of ur dreams. and i would happily be your sugar daddy, baby

Jules blushed, unable to hide his grin. He blew a kiss at the camera, laughing. Being called baby had definitely felt... weird. Maybe it was the nerves. "Thanks, daddy," he teased, blushing harder when he said it. God, his face was going to be the color of an apple soon.

Mason's eyes widened at that, and he cursed himself for actually not minding being called daddy. But, hey, if it works, it works.

Elias: oh, you're into that? ;)

Elias: record for blushing goes to Jules!

Jules huffed. "Asshole. Shut up." He wanted to hide his face in the pillow, but that would get glitter everywhere. "Fuck. I should go soon."

Elias: pretty sure you like when im an asshole

Mason frowned as their alarms rang at that moment. Andrew whined loudly as he dropped himself to the floor from the top bunk. He snorted. Nice timing, Jules.

Elias: :(

Elias: you should i guess :(

Elias: its gonna be good!!

Jules sighed. As much as he loved and adored Nosam... He didn't want to go. He wanted to keep talking to Elias. "I'll message from my phone when I get there, though! And I'll take lots of pictures and videos for the site. My sister is coming with me, too, I'm so excited." He grinned, his excitement returning. "I'll talk to you later, Elías! Have a good day!"

Elias: you better

Elias: i might not answer for a bit tho ill be p busy today

Elias: talk to you later! have a good day, jules x

Mason sighed as he left Jules' room, but grinned as he thought about seeing her in the crowd. It was gonna be awesome.

⧫

Hours later, the place was packed and Mason urged the guys along, getting hyped by all the noise. "Guys, c'mon! Let's say hi to some people."

Once they reached the lines, Mason grinned, touching hands and greeting people from the other side of the cord.

"Dude! You look hardcore!" he gasped as he saw a guy with glitter, lipstick, fishnets, and a ripped Nosam tank. A fucking killer concert outfit. God, he loved fans. The guy's eyes widened, and he grinned wide as Mason gave his hand a squeeze. He scanned the crowds, looking for Jules. She had to be there somewhere.

Andrew came up behind him, muttering in his ear. "You're fucking whipped before even meeting her."

Mason smacked his back and flipped Andrew's hood up over his face to annoy him. Andrew flipped him off as he pushed it back down.

Jules stood in line with Rosaline, bouncing a little as he messaged Elías.

familyjules: in line! we're way at the front but some assholes camped overnight and froze their asses off so they deserve being here first

"Oh my God, oh my God, Jules— Jullian! Look up, holy shit, they're right there," Rosaline said, yanking at Jules' arm. He looked up, gasping a little and bouncing even more.

"Holy fuck, that's them, in person, holy fuck— Fuck, look at Austin, he's so hot- And Chris looks so good—" Jules breathed, grinning.

Andrew blinked, impressed as he noticed a girl wearing a dress that... was made of Nosam shirts? Shit. And next to her was— Andrew stopped, almost barreling into a fan, who did not seem to mind very much. According to the few pictures of Jules that Mason had shown him, the person next to that girl was either Jules or a convincing look-alike. Andrew looked to Mason, who was scanning in the opposite direction, and rolled his eyes. He elbowed Mason, "Dude, check out that dress."

Mason whipped his head in the direction Andrew was pointing, and his jaw dropped. It was a cool dress— very cool— but holy shit, it was Jules. Fuck. He started to move behind Andrew until he remembered Jules didn't know it was him. Right. Duh. His heart beat unnaturally loud in his ears as he stepped towards them. What if he was wrong and he wanted it to be Jules so badly that he'd convinced himself that's who he was looking at? Maybe Jules didn't even exist. No person could look that good.

They were coming their way. "Holy fuck and they're looking right at us aren't they? It's the glitter and your Nosam dress, you funky little designer!" Jules breathed it all, grinning wide and shaking Rosaline's shoulders.

Mason pulled Andrew along with him and puffed out a breath as he walked towards them, smiling, looking to the girl beside Jules, eyeing her dress in awe. "Hey, guys! You both look amazing. I think this is the most impressive gig outfit I've ever seen. How long did it take you to make that?"

Rosaline grinned, shrugging off her jacket so they could see it all. "Around twelve hours. It was hard as hell to put all of it together and cut the shirts. Totally worth it, though!"

Jules grinned, taking her hand and twirling her. "And the bottom is rainbow and glitter cause she's definitely not gay but an ally and as campy as a drag queen." Jules laughed a little, meeting Mason's eyes, then Andrew's. Mason's breath caught.

"Shut up, Jules," Rosaline said, shoving Jules jokingly. He lifted his hands by his shoulders.

Mason smiled happily as the smallest sliver of doubt dissipated when she said Jules. "I'm impressed. Really impressed. Right, Drew?"

Andrew had been distracted by another fan he was taking a picture with, but he turned, glancing at Jules and Rosaline a little awkwardly and nodding, smiling a bit.

Mason laughed at her words and at her sister shoving her. He took a couple of meet-and-greet passes from his pocket and offered them, grinning. "That dress is the best thing I've seen all tour, so I hope I'll see you at the meet and greet."

Jules's jaw dropped. "Holy fuck, no way!" He laughed, looking up at Mason in shock. "You're kidding me, right? Meet and greets?" He grinned, taking one when Rosaline took the other, too shocked to speak.

"Yes way!" Mason grinned wide at them.

"Holy fuck, you funky little designer!" Jules said, latching onto Rosaline and lifting her the way he always did to annoy her. "I knew that dress was good luck. You didn't fuckin' nick your finger once while making it."

He turned back to Mason after putting her down when she threatened to punch him, grinning still. "Thank you. Holy fuck, thank you. Y— We'll definitely be there. It's not like we have anything better to do than meet you guys."

Mason's cheeks hurt from smiling as Jules laughed and lifted the girl. "Don't sweat it. Completely understandable if you find something better to do. Although, I don't know what people in Michigan do. Skate on Lake Mich? Hockey?" he teased. "Just give them to someone else so they don't go to waste. Although I'll be bummed if I don't see you there," he said, meeting Jules' eyes for a second.

Jules froze a little at the hockey comment, blinking and forcing himself to breathe. He suddenly felt a lot colder than he was. Tugging his jacket tighter around him, he forced a smile and nodded. "Don't worry. We'll be there." He felt himself shaking a little and found it kind of hard to breathe. His hand found Rosaline's after a second.

"We'll definitely be there," Rosaline said, grinning at Mason. She squeezed Jules's hand, knowing exactly what was going on. It had happened before. She took the pass from Jules and stuffed it in her bag with her own, one hand still in Jules'.

Mason's smile disappeared for a moment at Jules' reaction. Oh, fuck. Did he say something wrong? He grinned again, turning to Jules' sister. "So, I hope you don't mind, but I just need a picture with you...?" he trailed off, hoping for a name.

"Rosaline," she said, grinning.

"Beautiful name," Mason smiled. Jules' twin sister seemed extremely cool.

"I—" Rosaline looked back at Jules, who nodded and let go of her hand. "Okay. Jules, do you wanna take it?"

Jules looked for a second, then nodded, taking out his phone. He still had the convo with Elías open. That gave him an idea. "Uh— this is kind of a weird question, but could you message my friend too after the picture? He'll lose his shit if he knows I met you." He grinned again at the thought of Elías's reaction.

Mason watched Jules fiddle around with the camera. He was maybe freaking out a little. He definitely said something wrong. Was it the flirting? Or did he offend her with the hockey jab?

His eyebrows rose in surprise as Jules mentioned her friend, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Of course."

Jules lifted his phone after opening the camera, taking a picture of Mason and Rosaline together. "Oh— oh, do you need it on your phone? Is it for security or something?"

"Uh, yeah," Mason took out his phone. "Actually, you should get in this too," he motioned for both of them to take a selfie with him and made a silly face, and then took another one with a smile.

Jules blushed a little at the way Mason looked at him. He stood behind Rosaline, crossing his eyes and opening his mouth, then simply grinning.

He handed his phone over to Mason afterward, then explained a little bit where the text was and everything. "Oh, his name is Elías. Accent on the 'I'. Please, for the love of all things holy, mention the username and embarrass the shit out of him. He deserves it for that."

"Gotcha," Mason took the phone carefully, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous this situation was. God, how was this gonna end? He pushed the thought aside and managed to laugh at the username.

familyjules: hey Elías! its nosam's Mason! i met your friend Jules today, im flattered you wanna fuck me, maybe we can meet up sometime? ;) x

He smiled in amusement as he showed Jules the message. "How's that?"

Jules took back the phone and grinned. "Perfect." He looked up and met Mason's eyes again. His smile was better, just still a bit forced. "Thank you. You're awesome."

"Anytime, Jules," he gave her a silly, lopsided grin eyes bright. "It was awesome to meet you guys."

He saw Austin walking by and waved him over, hopping a little. "Hey, Austin, check out this rad dress and these rad people."

Austin smiled over at them, although he was surrounded by people. "Very rad dress! Thanks for coming, guys," he gave them a thumbs up.

Jules froze again when Austin came over, for a completely different reason. He grinned, unable to speak.

Rosaline snapped in front of his face. "I— God, sorry. Jules is a mess right now." She elbowed him, but he was just staring at Austin. "Thank you for coming all the way up here. It's the only reason we could come. We tried to go to Detroit once, but our parents wouldn't let us go that far alone in just one day and night." She grinned at Austin.

"Y— You're Austin," Jules breathed.

"No problem," Austin smiled, "That's me. Jules, yeah? Would it be okay if I hugged you?" he glanced at Mason for a split second. Mason glared at him for the same amount of time. Asshole.

Austin's smile grew.

Jules nodded enthusiastically, holding up his arms and hugging Austin tight. Holy fuck, he was hugging Austin Salinas. And Mason Hill was right there. And he'd meet Chris later, and Andrew had smiled at him. This was the best day of his life. He closed his eyes and buried his face against Austin's shoulder, then realized that was weird and he was hugging too long and pulled away.

Austin grinned, laughing and hugging Jules just as tight for a second longer. "You're a good hugger."

Jules laughed. "So are you," he said after they pulled away.

That was an unnecessarily long hug.

Mason pouted, glancing at Rosaline. "Now I want a hug. Rosaline?" he grinned, holding out his arms.

Rosaline hugged him, grinning. She hugged him just a bit too long too, wishing she could have hugged Andrew but beyond happy to hug Mason.

Jules paused for a second, then hugged Mason, face against his chest. "Thank you."

Mason was surprised at the hug, frozen in place for a second before taking a deep breath and relaxing into it. He wrapped his arms around Jules and smiled contentedly. This is what a hug is, fuck every other one I've ever had.

Jules was a little too relaxed into the hug. It felt right for some reason. While Austin's hug was awesome, Mason's was warm and soft and felt incredible. Jules didn't want to let go.

Mason hugged Jules as long as he could without it being weird, and then let her go. "Alright, we should go set up. See you guys later!" he smiled. Austin said goodbye, giving Mason a mocking look, sighing wistfully at him.

"Shut up, Austin," Mason shoved at him, hands on his shoulders as they walked away.

"I didn't speak, Mason," Austin grinned, "She's really cute. I get why you've been annoying the shit out of us this whole time."

"Don't you have a girlfriend already, Sally?"

Jules smiled at them as they left, waving, then turned to Rosaline, tears in his eyes. "We just— Holy fuck, we just met Nosam and got meet and greet passes, Rosa."

Mason loved performing. He'd happily do it for the rest of his life, and that was the plan. He was addicted to the roar of the crowd, to the sound of thousands of people singing along with him, to their songs. It was always surreal, always like being in another world. It was a high. But this concert, he had been especially happy that he could see Jules at the front of the crowd the whole time, just as excited as everyone else was. Jules' proximity was especially wonderful after T-Shirt Song, because fuck, was Jules even hotter without a shirt. Who needed shirts? Nobody. That's what T-Shirt Song was all about (not really, but roll with it).

After the concert, Jules had a newfound love for Mason Hill. He'd loved him before, but not like this. On stage, he was hilarious and bounced around and was so theatrical... it was exactly how Jules wanted to be on stage. He demanded a presence, and made sure he got what he wanted. There was no doubt in anything he did, even if he did make a fool of himself at times and absolutely roasted himself. It was astounding. Mason had delivered everything Jules had hoped for and then some.

At Mason's insistence that everyone in the crowd had to, Jules had stripped off his shirt during T-Shirt Song, then threw it on stage after. Mason had made eye contact with him... a lot, actually, after that, especially during flirty songs. It was like he wanted to fuck or something, and Jules had informed Elías of this. But Elías wasn't replying, which made sense, since he'd said he'd be busy, but it made Jules a little sad.

They were in the back of the line for the meet-and-greet, sadly, but would definitely get to see them because of the passes. Jules wiped some glitter off his forehead while they waited, closer to the front now that the event was almost over, humming to himself. He was sweating after all the moving around, so he was just wearing a bra and his open flannel, bouncing on the balls of his feet next to an exhausted Rosaline. His throat hurt, and it was the best experience of his life. Rosa's throat hurt, and it was the worst experience of her life.

"Wimp," he teased, grinning at her. He coughed a little. "Oh. We're up."

When they were reaching the end of the meet & greet line, Mason grinned as he saw Jules and Rosaline. All of Nosam was shirtless, even Chris, who was rocking scars from his top surgery, still looking fairly pink after over a year. It was incredible how it had gone from cold as hell to hot as shit with all the moving around.

"Hey, Jules! Rosaline!" Mason shouted, waving them forward when the twins had gotten to the front of the meet & greet line.

"Good to see you guys again," Austin smiled at them as he ran his hand through sweaty, wavy hair and pushed his glasses up.

Andrew shot them an awkward smile through the Twizzler in his mouth. His hair was sticking to his forehead as he saluted the pair.

"How're you guys doing? You weren't kidding, that dress is wonderful," Chris stared at the dress, leaning against the table to get a closer look at the detail.

Jules grinned, dragging a tired and stunned Rosaline with him. He still had some post-concert adrenaline rushing through his veins.

"That was the best concert of my life," Jules said. "You guys are fucking awesome up there. Better than the videos I've seen online."

"Glad we made such a lasting impression," Mason teased, smirking at Jules.

"The best concert of my life was probably All Time Low," Austin muttered absentmindedly, yawning. Andrew snorted as he stuck a Twizzler in his open mouth. Austin choked on it, yanking it out of his mouth and tossing it back at him. Andrew laughed, catching it and putting it in his mouth.

Rosaline coughed before she spoke. "Thank you about the dress. And for the passes. This is amazing."

"Thank you!" Chris grinned big, "It was a long time coming. Was definitely a weight off my chest." He winked and finger-gunned them. "You're the amazing ones."

Jules laughed softly, then took a deep breath and looked at Chris. "I— Uh— Can I get a picture? Please?"

"Hell yeah," Chris got up and put an arm around Jules' shoulder for the picture, smiling.

Rosa did the same with Andrew, a little nervous. "Can—" She stopped for a second, taking a deep breath, then smiled sheepishly. "Can I get a picture with you, Andrew?"

"Yeah," Andrew replied, almost inaudible. He immediately got up, taking a picture with her and hugging her.

Rosaline hugged Andrew back happily, on the verge of tears. This was the best day of her life. He spoke to her. He actually spoke to her.

After they got their pictures, Jules grinned at Mason. "And can I get another picture with you? I don't have one on my phone of us, and no one will ever believe me if I don't get one." He handed his phone off to Rosaline, who took it gladly. "Also— Uh— Could you kiss my cheek? I've seen a lot of those online—"

Mason grinned happily as he took the pic with Jules, hand on her back. He smiled, laughing warmly when she asked for a cheek kiss. He kissed her cheek, pausing a moment with his lips on her face for the picture. He hugged her again afterwards, almost picking her up off the ground.

Jules grinned, hugging him back. He squeezed tight, then thanked Mason and took a picture with Austin.

After a few more minutes of awkward conversation about the concert and Rosaline's dress, it was announced that the meet & greet was over and they had to go. Jules pouted a little, but said bye, waving. He turned around only after a few backward steps, trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd just met Nosam twice in one day.

Mason watched Jules walk away, biting his lip and slowly leaning back in his chair, sighing in abject sadness. He was sad, and he was staring at Jules' ass, and he was thinking that it was completely unfair that even though, yes, he finally got to meet Jules, it was for such a short amount of time, and she didn't even know who he was. And, yeah, maybe he had also been staring at her ass the whole time she was walking away.

Austin thumped him on the head. "I can practically hear your thoughts right now and they're gross, Mason."

Mason only smirked.

When Mason had finally showered and eaten, he fell onto his bed. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Jules. Which wasn't exactly new, honestly, but now it was like, multiplied times a thousand. He eagerly took out his phone.

masonfucker1000: holy shit !!! holy shit

masonfucker1000: i got a message from mason hill. you met him!

There was a knot forming in his stomach as he sent the message. The concert had affected this whole situation way too much. Mason had been stuck. It was a catch-22. He had to see Jules, but now that he'd met her everything was suddenly real, and horrifying and he was even more aware of how he was sort of catfishing, but like, next-level celebrity catfishing (that should totally be a show). And if he hadn't met her, he'd still be suffering dramatically and daydreaming about it, but at least it would have been simpler and he would have been ignorant.

Jules had passed out as soon as he got home, but woke up to messages from Elías. He grinned, rolling over in bed and rubbing at his eyes.

familyjules: FUCK YES I DID hold on i'll post the pics in the concert thread

familyjules: GUYS MY SISTER AND I WON THE M&G PASSES AND I HUGGED AUSTIN TWICE AND MASON TWICE AND GOT A SHIT TON OF PICTURES LOOK

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masonfucker1000: YOU GOT A CHEEK KISS? that is one hot man. and by that i mean mason. mason is one hot man. tell me the truth. who was the better hugger?

familyjules: okay look you know i love austin but mason's hug was so warm and soft i loved it. i made him hug me to compare for you and i preferred his (but don't tell austin i'm betraying him)

Mason kicked his legs, hollering. "In your face, Austin! I'm the better hugger!"

Austin rolled his eyes. "Jules is biased and doesn't even know it."

masonfucker1000: fuck yeah!!!! mason is the superior hugger! dude did u say earlier that he looked like he wanted to fuck

Mason could not fucking believe he had no self-control. She noticed that he was staring like a fucking idiot.

familyjules: yes i did he kept staring at me and he was singing all the flirty songs and looking directly at me and even kissed my hand once during one of them. i was shook. he's a flirt i knew that but it felt different. like he was trying to woo me

masonfucker1000: uhhhhh lucky bastard!!!!! you got a hand kiss and a cheek kiss! 2 hugs! lemme know when u guys fuck!!

Mason yawned, grinning as he posted the pictures with Jules and Rosaline on his Instagram. He cropped the one with him and Jules sticking out their tongues and made it his background, blushing as he stared at it.

Jules laughed again, yawning. He really wanted some more sleep.

familyjules: shut up that's not gonna happen and even if it did it would require us meeting again. i did find a new love for mason hill tonight, tho i'm not gonna nut for him all over the internet like you!

familyjules: i'm gonna get some more sleep, btw. my legs feel like they're jello

masonfucker1000: lies!!! youre definitely gonna nut for him!

masonfucker1000: aw, get some more sleep, darling jules! x

Jules smiled at the message, even though there was something a little weird about it.

familyjules: have a good day, darling elías 💙

Mason wanted to be happy about the message and the heart, but she'd called him Elias. He sighed, putting his phone aside and shutting his eyes in an attempt to sleep and not think about it, even though he suspected it wouldn't work.

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The Monk and The Cyborg

Chapter uuuuuuh, 9? In my poly fic “The Is A Perfect Pair” No warnings. As always I dont think you need to read all the others to enjoy this one <3

Chapter Summary: Hanzo and Jesse go away on some Overwatch business. You're left alone with one of the noodles, and some visitors drop by.This chapter is based on a suggestion left by user BlueEyedWolf33 thank you so much! (> ^_^ )>

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10464945/chapters/26207088

Hanzo and Jesse had to leave for a couple of weeks to close up some Overwatch business. They tried to explain it to you, but none of it really made any sense. Just sounded like a whole bunch of bureaucratic nonsense. They’re over-explaining because they didn’t want you to end up feeling left out. Like you are going to be missing out. Don't want you thinking that they are leaving on a vacation and not taking you with them. You have assured them over and over that they aren’t hurting your feelings by leaving you behind.

Then Hanzo leaves Kimi behind with you without telling you he was doing so. You almost drop your glass of water when the dragon pokes their head over the top of the fridge. You yelp and spill water all over the floor. Clutch the glass of water to your chest.

"I'm gonna get you a collar with a bell on it."

You try to get them to follow you into the living room, but they refuse. Just cock their head from side to side as you try to reason with them. You're trying to be stern, but they are so damn cute, you can't help but smile and giggle at them. You give up and text Hanzo to ask him why the little turd is still in the apartment with you and not traveling with him.

~

You: Why is Kimi still here?

You: They refuse to come down off the fridge btw

Hanzo: For protection.

Hanzo: They like to be in high places.

You: Seriously? Protection?

You: I REFUSE to believe this dragon is anymore than a fancy ferret

You: You and Jesse must have had several unexplainable shared hallucinations

You: I’ll just chalk it up to the stresses of battle

You: There are no big scary dragons

You: But sure, okay, Kimi will “protect” me Thank you

Hanzo: “You’re welcome.”

Jesse: Ur very sassy today

Jesse: You sure ur not a little mad we left

You: Yes I’m sure

Hanzo: Uh-huh. We’ll make it up to you when we get back.

You: I’m! not! mad!

Jesse: thats alot of exclamation marks for someone who aint mad

You: I’m leaving this convo now

Hanzo: Love you, be safe. Have a good day, person who isn’t mad.

Jesse: love you little lady who definitely isn't upset <3

~

Okay, maybe you're feeling a little unhappy about being left alone. But it’s not a considerable amount of emotional upset. You’ll get over it once you realize just how much you needed some alone time. And time doesn’t end up dragging as much as you thought it was going to. Before you know it, almost a week has gone by. It turns out that Kimi is actually pretty good company and isn’t always a constant ball of energy.

It's another day, and you’re lounging on the couch. Kimi, of course, has to lay in a ridiculous spot. They’re wrapped around your head. Asleep on your hair with their tail resting on your neck. They're not causing you any discomfort, so you let them be. You're rewatching a TV show you’ve seen over and over again. So many times that you’ve lost track of just how many instances you’ve sat through every season.

Neither Jesse or Hanzo love it as much as you do. But what they do love is reciting lines word for word to remind you just how many times you’ve made them sit through this show... Damn. Now you’re missing them again.

Then there’s a soft murmuring that you can tell isn't coming from the show. It’s outside the apartment door. At first, you ignore it. Thinking neighbors must be leaving, or just happen to be pausing to have a conversation right outside your door. But then the murmuring doesn't go away and only gets louder. Your interest in peaked, so you pat the dragon on the butt to get them to move and hop up off the couch. Intent on being nosy.

You approach the door and look through the peep hole. What you see makes you immediately swing the door open.

“Were you guys gonna knock or what?”

Genji jumps back about two feet. The momentum knocking the hood off of his head. Zenyatta watches him falter and shakes his head.

“I warned you that she was bound to notice us.”

Genji extends his hand and says, “Ah, hello! I’m Genji.”

You stare at his hand and then back to his face. “Genji we've met before. Several times... Why are you so nervous? What are you up to?”

“Master, the plans  are not going very well.”

“This is what happens when you doubt yourself, my student. And then make last minute changes to the said plan.”

Alright, now you’re determined to get to the bottom of this. You move out of the way and extend your arm out, “You wanna come in?”

Zen bows slightly and says thank you. Then he enters the apartment ahead of Genji, who feels the need to throw his hood back up to try and avoid your accusatory gaze. When Kimi sees Genji, they galavant towards him and promptly start to climb him. You had expected the dragon to wrap itself around his neck or climb on top of his head. But what Kimi does instead is shimmy into the pocket of the sweater. As they do, they force a green, sleepy dragon to fall out of it and onto the floor. You know this dragon by the name of Yoshi.

Genji says, “It’s nice to see you too, Kimi.”

Even with the hard crash onto the floor Yoshi still remains asleep for a few moments longer. When Yoshi does start to rise, they perk up immediately and starts playing with Kimi.  They tackle each other playfully. With their tails wildly swinging back and forth. Rolling around recklessly, scurrying around the couch, over the couch, and under the couch. They too are happy to see each other.

Genji shoves his hands into his pocket, “So… how are you?”

Zen does the omnic equivalent of a sigh, “Hanzo asked if we might check up on you.”

“Oh, really!”

Genji says, “We weren’t supposed to tell you that.”

“Uh-huh! So not even Hanzo believes Kimi can protect me; I see how it is.”

Zen says, “Well, I’m afraid the dragon can’t keep kitchen fires from happening.”

Your face flushes red from embarrassment. You giggle nervously and your mouth drops open,

“That was one time.”

Genji adds, “Kimi also can’t keep you from cracking your head open in the shower.”

How much has Hanzo told them!? “That was also one time! It was two stitches! Two! Didn’t even leave a scar!”

“What about the time you fell asleep with your headphones in, and Jesse caught you with them wrapped around your neck? Was that also one time?”

You place your hands on your hips, “That he knows of.”

Genji teases, “Who uses earphones with cords anymore?”

“I do! In my opinion, they sound better. And I don’t lose them constantly.”

The original plan Genji and Zen had had was to get you to come and hang out with them. But Genji at the last moment didn't feel that his plans for the day were believable enough. That they would sound forced, and you would know they were there for ulterior reasons. Well, you know now. Suddenly Genji gets an idea. He looks to the dragons who are still rolling around on the floor. Entangled around each other. They break a part and stare each other down, with their butts in the air, and their heads low to the floor. You could watch this silly shit all day.  

Genji claps his hands together, “Get your shoes on! Let's go.”

“W-what? I’m wearing pajamas and my hair's a mess, I’ve—“

“So?” He says, bending over to picks up flip flops that are resting near the door. He hands them to you and opens up the door for you. Pushes you outside into the hall with a hand against your shoulder. “If we hurry, we can catch the subway before it leaves.”

Zen follows, not bothering to offer any condolences or an idea of what Genji is up to. He couldn't anyway, he doesn't have a clue either. Genji calls to Kimi and Yoshi who both follow after the three of you immediately. Zen’s floating off the ground legs crossed as he usually is. But Kimi would like to get into his lap. The poor thing doesn't jump high enough and instead collides head first into the wall on the other side of him. Zen lowers himself so that the second attempt is a successful one. Yoshi goes ahead and takes the gesture as an opportunity for them too, to curl up in Zen’s lap.

You try to tell Genji not to close the door. You don't even have your keys on you or your phone. You can't get any words out in time. Genji's too excited and slams the door closed.

“Real cool, Genji, now I’m locked out!”

“Don’t worry, I have a key.”

Genji heads down the hall. Before you start to follow him you look to Zen, “What is going on?”

He shrugs, “I would suggest going with the flow.”

If a renowned omnic monk is telling you to just go with it, then maybe you should. So you do. You throw your flip flops on and head after Genji. Zen following right behind you. Whatever the cyborg has in mind as got to be better than sulking on the couch, trying to convince yourself that you don’t miss your boyfriends. Independent woman, and all that kind of nonsense.

The people in the subway are staring at Zen. Not because he’s an omnic; that's normal. But because he's got two dragons in his lap. Who are very curious about every person that is around them. Any body who passes by gets sniffed or pawed at.  A few brave and curious people stop to ask what species of cat they are. This never fails to make you laugh.

It takes about twenty minutes to reach the stop Genji wants you to get off at. It’s another mile or two of walking 'til you make it to a remote looking field of grass that stretches for miles and miles. You and Zen continue to follow him. Genji continuously thwarting any of your attempts to try and get him to tell you where the hell you guys are going, and what the hell you guys are doing. You walk and walk 'til the residential streets are barely visible behind you. Eventually, you guys come across an old run down shack. It’s falling apart, boards laying around, and riddled from weather damage.

Genji stops, “This will do.”

“Genji, if I didn't know any better I’d think you were about to murder me and hide my body here. You wanna give me some insight?”  

He points at you, “I heard that you don't believe the dragons can be big and scary?”

You look to Kimi and Yoshi who are contemplating hopping down from Zen’s lap.

“You heard right.”

He grins big, “Well get a load of this shit!”

You watch as Genji shakes out his shoulders and jumps up and down, trying to get himself pumped up. He pats his thigh and the dragons jump out of Zen’s lap. They approach him in a proper manner that seems very out of character for them. They sit in front of him with their chests puffed out and wait. Being patient. This is already weird.

“Actually, I am not a hundred percent sure I can get Kimi to listen to me, but I’ll try.”

“Sounds like you're stalling to me.”

Genji flicks his hood dramatically off of his head, “Marvel at this!”

Zen reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder. Guides you back ’til you're just behind his person. Asks you to stay there with a polite hand with his palm up.

“I’ll feel better about this with you behind me, thank you.”

Suddenly Genji pretends to be wielding a blade and shouts, “Ry��jin no ken o kurae!”

The serene field turns into a bright, terrifying, roaring masses of two giant full bodied dragons hurdling towards the old abandoned shack. They are so loud you have to cover your ears with your palms. They shake the ground so much it feels as if you’re experiencing a minor earth quake. Kimi and Yoshi look exactly as they had been described to you on many occasions. Featured in many stories about Jesse and Hanzo's days in Overwatch. Stories you had on several had thought though of as big fish tales. That never stopped you from wanting to listen to them though. Well, now you can count yourself proven wrong. Cause they are big, powerful, and scary. Not that the shack was much of an opponent, but the thing is now just a pile of splintered wood and dust.

As the dragons come back and shift back into their cuter forms, the ones you prefer to see, Genji turns to you with a smug look on his face. He is so pleased with himself.

He curtsies and says, “What did you think?!”

“That was badass! Really scary and loud, but holy shit!” Then you pout, “I may be a little sad that I can’t tease them about this anymore.”

Genji assures you, “There’s plenty to tease Hanzo about.”

Genji then reaches into his pocket to pull out his ringing phone. He grimaces when he see’s who it is. He then looks to you and approaches you with the phone held out for you to take. You grin and hide behind Zen some more.

“I know who that is, and you're explaining it to him, Mister! Not me.”

Genji answers the phone call and puts the phone to his ear, “What’s up, bro?”

[themarginalthinker]

The Three Barters of Marco Bodt

otherwise titled ‘Marco Bodt’s Canine Curse’. too campy for this story ehhhh

@bringobaggins this got longggg

in case any of you were wondering, this is  totally based off of a silly little au I decided APPARENTLY DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH ANGST AAAAAAA so I wrote this for my friend in like,,,,an hour. :> 

if any of ya’ll are wonder what I’m referring to, check out this and this right here. Essentially, Marco done messed up and now he’s cursed to be but a doggo forever but Jean’s kiss broke the curse somehow. this is his story. 

He'd been one of the middle sons of a middle son. Their family was larger, and their parents never had much more then the very basics to keep them all afloat. 

Then, in a crazy bet, his father won a small heard of sheep and the dog to heard them from a neighbor and their suddenly their family wasn't so bad off. But the dog wasn't well trained, and Marco wasn't good at controlling the animal, and in one fell swoop, a nasty accident, the dog misunderstood Marco's orders and drove all the sheep off a cliff to their deaths. The family was now...even poorer.

 Marco thinks of this as his fault, and it eats at him for weeks until he comes up with a harebrained solution. 

The witch that lives in the woods. It was risky...sometimes she helped, other times she hindered. And her prices were high, though not for want of gold and silver. She wanted...other things for her services. 

 The first time Marco went, he left a whole man, with an empty field over grown for lack of livestock. When he came back...he was half-blind, and the old, family-less farmer down the way had died and left all his land and animals for anyone who would have them. 

 And so began the three barters of Marco Bodt.

Marco is hesitating a little at the table now, playing with his fondue stick and the spread (which Jean has barely touched since Marco started talking) because he's not..sure how to continue. He knows his own past..but he's never had to tell it to someone before. Or even everything thats happened AFTER he was left to roam the world, alone and confused, wit no-one but other animals to talk to (who, as he's told Jean, don't make very good conversationalists.)

 So, he tries to keep it simple. His parents were so worried about him - asking what had happened to his eye, why the place where it had been was not bleeding, concerned over their newfound good fortune of the ability to claim the dead farmer's land for their own now...but Marco doesn't admit anything he doesn't have to. 

He keeps quiet, and goes back to tending the animals and watching over his younger siblings. Then, a few months later, disaster strikes for a second time. It's getting into the colder parts of fall, when there is little warmth in the sun, and the leaves of red and gold are losing their brilliance. Marco is working on fixing a hole in the fence where some of the cows got out before so they don't lose the rest of them before he goes looking for the ones who got lost, when he hears the screaming. As fast as he can, he abandons his work and runs into the woods, following the sounds of terror and - splashing? 

 It turns out it's one of the local boys - a small, frail, bookish boy by family name of Arlert. The village calls the family heretics since they don't often go to church, and collect a number of books most of the outlying counties had banned and forbidden the buying and selling of - Armin, the boy's, father is an inventor of sorts, making toys and gizmos for the children, and Marco sometimes catches his eye as he's selling his family's wares and wool in town. 

They were something of  friends, and as Marco sees, the old, old bridge that the smaller boy usually uses to cross the deep stream to get to Marco's house, has finally given out, the boards broken and sending whoever was walking across it into the icy depths of the water. Marco, of course, without thought for his own safety, immediately goes after him, jumping right into the deadly cold to save a boy who was really more of a Sunday acquaintance who Marco would never admit occupied his mind on more then one lonesome night...   

 Armin is small though, and even though Marco rushes the both of them home as fast as he can, there is little he can do to stop the dreadful blue creeping into the boy's fingers, the way he stopped shivering long minutes ago, and his eyes blinked closed. Marco is desperate, asking his mother if there is anything she can do to heal him, warm him up again. 

 There isn't, and Armin Arlert lies dead on Marco's bed. 

 So...that night, after the aggrieved parents of the well-read boy come and go in tears and confusion and the world around has taken on a new chill that Marco knows is nothing to do with the failing autumn....he goes into the woods again. 

And answers the same question the witch asked before. What would you give me in return.

 Some consider it a miracle of God that Armin Arlert was breathing by the time the sun peered over the horizon, sitting up with a blanket around his shoulders by noon, and back at home with his parents with no memory or scar of the day previous by that evening. Marco was not seen for two more days, though, and when he did return home...well. 

Just the same, when his parents asked, Marco didn't tell. His mother never looked him in the eye after that though, and his younger brother was now asked to help out more around the farm when he father called for assistance and two good hands.

Jean is silent now as he watches Marco, who has stopped trying to eat and is looking glumly over the food. He speaks again after a long moment, but not to continue his story. Rather, he asks Jean quietly if they can go home, and Jean snaps out of his amazed stupor to agree and asks the waiter for their checks and a carryout box (because he knows, even upset, Marco hates the thought of wasting food.) 

So they pack up and head home, Marco still quiet and Jean trying not to try and goad him into talking about his past more. It was an interesting story...but it was also real things that apparently happened to his...roommate? Boyfriend? Jean's own feelings are kinda conflicted. But he keeps his mouth shut, and waits for Marco to come to him. 

And eventually, he does. 

It's about a week later, when they're both watching television on the couch, and it's late enough even Jean the notorious night owl is sleepily considering heading to bed when Marco starts to speak up. Jean wonders if Marco knows Jean's awake, or if he thinks he's just talking to himself. 

It was the dead of winter. Yule had passed, and with it the warmth of festivities and stored food, and now only the long wait those last few dreary months before spring arrived remained. People were hungry. Even Marco's family, as alright as they had been doing, were still going to be scraping the bottom of the barrel by spring. 

So begins the last time Marco ever saw his...family. 

The last time he ruffled Peter's hair as he left to check the snares they'd set in the woods, playfully bantered with his elder brother Simon about milking the cows later, and told Maggie to be a good girl for mother as she wasn't feeling well today. Maggie though, wanted to come. She was getting older, a strong eight years old as she liked to remind everyone who would listen, and Marco was one of the people who would indulge her when she asked to tag along, or be included in something fun - or at least, something less menial then household chores. 

And while normally Marco would love to have her along...well....he was loathe to admit it, made his missing arm throb every time he remembered what he'd done...but the traps he'd set were closer to the witch's house then the bravest man on the land would find comfortable. The hunting was better there...and nothing bad had happened so far... but he didn't want Maggie coming along. It was still dangerous, and Marco had seen pawprints that didn't belong to any dogs that size around. 

So he told her no. He told her to stay and look after mom and be a good girl.  So, so stupid of him...

Marco went deep into the forest with his knife and game bag. The traps so far, all had something in them, and it made him happy to see. Grouse, rabbit, and hare, squirrels and even a deer had gotten it's leg trapped in one of the twitch lines. Marco let that one go, and watched it run off into the woods away from the man without a second thought. It was too big to butcher out here with...with only one hand, and besides, a whole deer and his parents might start asking questions again, about where his good hunting fortune had been leading him-

Marco never did like hearing screaming in the woods. 

Especially when it was screaming he knew. 

For the third time in his life, Marco was too late. The sheep, his friend...

Maggie had followed him, and, like the sneaky child most were when they  didn't get their way, she'd made sure he didn't know she was there, and then, well, probably gotten lost in the woods when she'd lost sight of him. There was blood in the snow when he arrived, and a hooded figure standing at the top of a hill as two huge wolves, blacker then pitch on on moonless night ravage something at the bottom of the hill that makes Marco's insides numb and his phantom limb and missing eye scream. 

He jumps in without thinking, much like his first barter, much like Armin's rescue. Ivory teeth tear his skin, and scythe claws nick bone, but still, his screams are not ones of fear of his own pain. They are ones of fear of the pain of the little girl who has stopped screaming and lies mangled in the snow. 

He doesn't realize what he's done until the blow is delivered and one of the hellish wolf twins is blacking away with a whimper as it's shadow sister lies on the ground next to Maggie with a knife through it's eye, the blade sunk in until the hilt, dead. 

Marco hesitates again, and Jean hardly dares breathe. Though it's his good eye, Jean can tell Marco is not seeing the tv in front of him when he speaks again.  Marco's vision was red, his hand was red, the snow was turning into slush and staining his clothing red. There was the sounds of footsteps, and Marco cannot drag his eyes away from the too-quiet, too-still form of Maggie to look up at the hooded woman who now stands before him. His hand clutches at his sister's torn tunic, her little hand-made cloak and he can't seem to stop the ringing in his head, the pulsing of his own wounds not even a thought in his head. 

When he hears her voice, it is not the question, that damnable question he has answered twice now, but her words still shatter his mind, reverberating not off of the trees around him in the white and scarlet forest, but in his own head. 

You have taken something from me. 

I have taken something from you as payment. 

And now...you have taken yet again. 

What will you give me in return. 

Jean knows. 

Thus completed the third barter of Marco Bodt. 

[imnovampire]

Not Everything That Hurts Is Bad

Welcome to my guilty pleasure. Full disclosure, this is a Freebatch and I portrayed Sophia in a bad light here, and to be perfectly honest I feel a bit not good about it. But then again it’s a guilty pleasure for a reason yeah? Allow me to apologize to all the lovely people mentioned in my purely fictional portrayal of them. ( Not that they will be reading it, just putting it out there.) Now to all my readers, if Freebatch, is not your thing leave now. Or stay and perhaps it will become your thing, and we can all be guilty together. And for the record what follows here is copious amounts of absolute deprvity.

“Not everything that hurts is bad.”

~2011~

“Martin! I came by your trailer. Where were you?” Bright eyed bubbly and sweet. He reminded Martin of candy floss. “I stepped out.” Martin answered, suddenly very fascinated by the ground. “Are you avoiding me?” Why was this man so fucking innocent? Martin had to shut this down now. “Yes. Yes I am.” Ben, let out a breathy chuckle and smiled to beat the sun. “Why? Do I smell?” Of all the questions in the world, why did Ben, have to ask that one? Why that question Martin though. Because that…was the perfect question. All last week Martin had been walking around the set half hard simply off Ben’s smell. He had even had to adjust himself a couple of times, no one thinking too much of it just Martin being Martin. “As a matter of fact you do.” Martin stepped into Bens space, seemingly angry. “You smell like cashmere, and earl gray and honey! For fuck sake what man smells like honey!” Ben was rooted to the ground and confused. “I’m sorry, it’s…it’s my shampoo…and…the rest…I don’t know. I didn’t know it was so offensive.” He stammered. Was the fool apologizing? “Offensive? You got it wrong. Its arousing.” Martin, practically hissed the words. “Oh. Oh. Well then.” With each inflection came clarity. Ben smiled a slow knowing smile. “You got it now?” Martin asked after watching the younger man go through a ranger of emotions. “I believe I do.” He seemed to stand a little taller. Martin was good at reading Ben, and he could see full understanding bloom in his eyes. “Maybe we could talk about this later in privet, back, in my trailer?” Martin saw his chance. Wait, chance? Wasn’t he suppose to be shutting this down? “Or…” Ben was clearly pressing his advantage. “My place in Llandiff? You still have a key?” “Yes.” All Martin could manage was a one word answer, his mind flooding with the most inappropriate, unseemly depravitly. “Good. I was hoping it would come in handy one day.” He winked. He fucking winked. And walked away.

Palace Road, of course he lived on Palace Road Martin thought as he did each time he’d come to Ben’s home. No other street would suite, Martin thought as he walked through Ben’s, front door and tossed the key in its place. Posh boy, probably bought it on the street name alone site unseen. He would have to ask. Martin made his way to the kitchen, draw by the low sounds of Amber Runs “5 am.” “Hello Ben.” “Hello Martin.” He smiled a little lopsided. “You caught me a tad off guard.” Ben, spoke as he walked from behind the kitchen island, hair still damp and brearly dressed in a loose fitting white linen shirt held closed by a single bottom, tight white boxer briefs, long legs and bare feet, absentmindedly twirling his wine glass. “I’m a bit indecent.” “I have a feeling that was the plan.” “Mmm. Perhaps. Drink?” “No thank you.” “Hungry?” “In a way.” Martin licked his lips. “Should we talk?” “Cause that’s why I’m here yeah? Chat you up? We’ve been past that for so long now.” They had moved steadily closer to each other as the spoke and where now inches apart. The look in Martins eyes was dangerous, like fire you know your not supposed to touch, yet still ache to get just a little closer almost craving the burn. Ben felt his heart skip. Martin backed him up against island and took the wine from his hand upending it, sat the glass on the island and kissed Ben with barely checked passion. Ben, slid his long arms around Martins waist and down to rock his bottom into him by way of answer, he parted his thighs settling Martin against his half hard cock. “Thats why I’m here.” Martin growled in Ben’s ear as he pressed his body to his. Ben felt dizzy, he could taste Martin and wine on his lip, the former more intoxicating then the latter. He dropped his head back to allow Martin to run his tongue and teeth along the sensitive flesh of his throat, bitting down just hard enough in the crook of his neck to make Ben, jerk and gasp. “Off.” Martin spoke against Ben’s skin tugging at his shirt. Quick fingers undid the button and cast the linen aside. Martin spun Ben around and pushed him face down to the marble countertop, he slipped a finger into the waistband of his boxers exposing one plush cheek and pressed into him as he ran his hand up over each bump of Ben, spine, up the back of his neck into his damp warm curls. Ben shivered at the two apposing sensations, Martins hard cock pressing the cold zipper of his trousers into his soft warm flesh, and the gentle slid of his warm hand up his back. He whimpered. “Jesus Martin.” He pushed back into him needing more. But the lovely contact was broken and Martin backed away. Ben turned. Martins eyes where black, his lips where wet and dear god his cock was hard. Ben made a small sound at the sight of him literally salivating. He undid Martins trouser and went to his knees, taking him whole with a purr in the back of his throat. Martins legs quivered, his stomach flittered, and he staggered a bit. “Fuuucckk Ben. Shhhit.” He tried not to push into his mouth, but it seemed as if Ben begged him to. Swallowing deeper and grasping his bottom. Martin dug in hands into Ben’s curls fully intending to pull him off when the younger man moaned and cast a wicked look up at Martin that nearly undid him. Plush lips dark eyes and his cock. Martin jerked back pulling Ben, away, and took a step back grabbing his cock and squeezing tight panting with his eyes closed. Ben chuckled and sat back on his heels. Martin stayed still trying to calm himself. “Our first shag will not be in the kitchen by the bins.” He opened his eyes slowly. Ben was standing now, boxers half down his hard cock pinned by the fabric against his flat belly. Martin needed to be naked. NOW! Press his body against this pale beauty, take him and take him again making him his. And that’s exactly what he did, until the sun brought the dawn, bringing Ben to his peek over and over never allowing him to tip the edge, watching his need spiral into near insanity before he gave him his release that thundered him to screaming tears. Ben was a sniveling mess by the time Martin was done. He’d never been more proud of his handy work. Or more in love. Fuck.

~2012~

“Come to Paradise with me.” “But you’ve already taken me there so many times.” Ben drolled suggestively into his mobile. “New Zealand, you twat.” Martin chuckled. “Cant. I’ve got Star Trek read.” “Fuck. Stay away from Simon.” Ben flat out laughed. “I miss you Martin.” “I miss you too Ben. When can see you?” “Soon.” “And Zachary.”

~2013~

“When are you back in London?” Martin asked juggling his bag and his mobile, fishing for his key. “Soon.” “I miss you Ben.” “I miss you too Martin.” “When can I see you?” Finally getting the door open and dropping his bag. Smiling at the sight that greeted him. “Soon.” Ben, purred and hung up his mobile. “Well Benedict Cumberbatch you little cock whore. Hello Gorgeous.” Martin stopped in the door way to admire the scene. A naked Ben, clearly fresh from the bath, lay full out on the sofa on his side, head resting on his arm. “Hello Mr. Freeman you old cock hound. Get over here.” “Try to stop me.”

~2014~

“I’m getting married.” Ben said as he shut the door behind him. Taking a deep breath and resting his head. “I’m happy for you?” “Yes Martin, your happy for me.” “Good to fucking know.” Anger bleeding in to hurt. “Don’t do this! We’ve talked about this. I want children.” “Right. Why did you come back here tonight? We need to start spending time apart.” “Maybe we do. But not tonight. Please Martin.” He’d made his way to where Martin was standing, and rested his hand over his heart. Martin sighed and closed his eyes. He could never resist Ben, his sweet posh boy resistance was well…futile. He took Ben’s and in his and kissed his fingertips. He opened his eyes. “I could never tell you no. If I could we wouldn’t be here in this cocked up mess today. Come on beautiful.” They cuddled together on the sofa, Ben curled up in some infinitesimally small ball pressed against Martins body, kissing occasionally and watching telly. Martin stroked Ben’s curls and tried not to think about the man he loved marrying someone else.

~2015~

“Ben, you know I can’t come.” “Please.” “It would tear me apart Ben. I’m sorry. I just can’t.” “Martin…” “Enjoy your day.” The line went dead.

~2016~

“How could you let this happen! This is just insane!” Sophia was in a rage. “You think I intended this to happen? To fall in love with him? I didn’t. But I’m here now and I’m not leaving.” “You and this horrible man, in back allies and what cheap hotels behind my back for what years?” “Behind your back? Nothing was ever done that you didn’t know about. I never lied to you about Martin! Never once. I’ve told you I adore him. What? Because I didn’t use the word love you thought it was something else? What did you think was happening when I would go away with him for a week? A week!” “Not this! Not this filth! Benedict, how could you?” “How could you lie to yourself? You had to know Sophia.” “So all this our marriage is a lie.” “Of corse it’s not. I do love you and our life together. But Martin, is something altogether different.” “End it. End it or I will ruin the both of you.” Ben was dumb struck. But love or impulse or foolishness spoke first. “No.” “Fine. You leave me little choice then Benedict.” The next day Sophia, was on the Sherlock set. Her first stop was Martin’s trailer.

“Hello Martin.” “Well this is a surprise. Hi Sophia. Ben’s not here I think he’s on set.” “He is. I’m here to see you.” “Really? What have I done to deserve such an honor?” “Apparently, fucked my husband.” Martin chuckled. “You know people would be shocked if they knew the woman you really are.” “Let’s skip the small talk shell we.” “Alright. So are you here to “confront the other woman?” Martin made sarcastic air quotes from his crossed leg position on sofa. “Is that how you see yourself Martin?” Sophie asked as she looked around the trailer as if she expected to find Benedict hiding in a corner. “The other woman?” “With this much cock? Hardly, it was a metaphor sweetheart.” Sophie glared at him. She had always hated Martin right from the start. He was a bad influence on Benedict and he knew it. Worse still, he liked it. “Everyone sees you as the sweet little Hobbit, but that’s not who you are, who you are is…” “A cock.” “Yes, but more then that. You’re a thief.” “Sophia, stop being melodramatic, this isn’t the theater, and I’m no thief.” “Benedict was happy with me until…” “Until what? Until I came along? You forget, I was here first.” “Are you saying this has been going on? This filth?” Martin narrowed his eyes and tiled his head to the side at her use of the slur. “Carful, your true colors are showing.” “Fuck you Martin!” “I’m sorry Sophia, I don’t do couples. Now get out of my trailer.” “You sicken me.” “Likewise.” “Before I go you should know, that I plan on exporting whatever this is you think you have with Benedict.” Martin was not the type of man to take a threat lightly. “And you think I would let that happen? After all these years no one has ever found us out. There’s a reason for that. I am that reason. You believe I’ll allow you to hurt him? No. Let me be clear. If Ben, gets the slightest bit of negative press, you will regret it.” “And what dose that mean? Is that a threat?” Martin just looked at her. His calm disdain was chilling. “Weren’t you leaving?”

~~~~~~

“Baby, number 2 on the way.” Ben said to Martin from across the breakfast table after a stolen night together watching his expression bloom into genuine happiness. “Congratulations mate!” Martin smiled at a sullen faced Ben. “What?” “You say you love me…” “No. No don’t do that Ben. I say I love you? Fuck Ben you can’t be serious.” “I just told you I’m having another child with my wife and you're over the moon.” “Yes Ben, yes I am. For you. Because I love you. You deserve everything. The fact that it all can’t be with me is irrelevant. As long as you're happy. I know what this is.” Martin motioned between the two of them. “And I know what it’s not. Don’t. Ever. Doubt. My love. When I’ve sacrificed so much to prove it.” Ben came around the table and kneeled in front of Martin, took his hand and rested his head on his knee. His voice telling the whole story of his heart. “I’m sorry Martin. I never should have said such things.” Martin stroked Ben’s curls. “Your damn right you shouldn’t. Now since your down there…” Ben smacked his leg. “You’re ruining the moment.” Ben couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a different moment now. ” Martin said playfully thrusting his hips a tad.

[adambstingus]

Every Halloween, I Have A Story I Like To Tell

I liked Ben, I really did. I mean, he was a nice guy. We had some fun times together in college, messing around the dorm, going to parties, all the dumb shit that college guys do. He was cool and all, but he was a little pretentious. Well, I guess the word he used was artistic. He thought he was real smart, spent a lot of time trying to prove it to everyone. He had his own blog developed to film critiques not the big ones, though. Just little indie productions because nothing else was worth his time. When he got like that, he could be pretty insufferable.

Perhaps the most annoying thing that he did was performance art.

Now, I dont wanna be the guy who says that all performance art is dumb. But yeah, no, all performance art is dumb. Oh, look, youre on display painting a picture of Jesus from your own urine, how original and edgy! Maybe Im a little jaded, but it always seemed so contrived to me. Unfortunately, Ben really loved it. He thought there was something beautiful in art that was physically living and he devoted an embarrassing amount of time to it.

Anyway, I hung out with Ben a few times after college, but we mostly just met up to do some heavy drinking and maybe hit a strip club or two. He considered THAT performance art as well, which was just fine with me, it gave me an excuse to waste some ones. Since we didnt hang out very often, I had a bad feeling when he contacted me about a month before last Halloween.

He called me up at about seven in the morning on a Saturday, which is too early to even consider waking up, in my opinion. I answered in a daze and he started running his mouth like crazy, as though afraid that, if he didnt get it all out at once, he never would.

Mike, hey, Mikey, listen, buddy, I need your help, okay? Okay, okay, Ive got this idea for a performance and, well, its going to be , you know? So good! Its going down on Halloween. Can you come help? Look, Ill even pay you, man. Fifty dollars. So how bout it?

Now, Ive never cared much about Halloween one way or the other, and Im a pretty easy guy. Fifty dollars to probably just sit there and run a fog machine or some bullshit? For the right price, I could even pretend that I wanted to be there. Besides, what else are friends for?

A few days later, he gave me the details. To be honest, I was a little shocked when he sent the email. I know that performance art is intended to be edgy and can sometimes get a little dangerous, but this seemed downright negligent.

Mike:

Thanks for agreeing to do this for me! Ive talked to a few other people, but they werent really comfortable with it, for reasons youll probably be able to figure out. Of course, I understand if you want to back out, but I think you are probably the most reliable person I know. Its really not that big of a deal, Im sure youll agree.

As Im sure youve noticed, vampires have become very prominent in the media as of late. I say vampires because they are beginning to deviate so wildly from the traditional myths that they resemble forest fairies more than anything else. Altruistic? Sparkly? Whiny? Give me a break. We need more Dracula! We need more Carmilla! We need more death, destruction, and blood!

My performance will center on the theme of rebirthing the vampire. For the vampire to be reborn, he must first be buried. To turn peoples attentions back to the myths of old, I will be doing just that: I will be burying the vampire.

I have a group of viewers signed up already to participate in the performance, so you dont need to worry about that. Im going to plant a series of vampire-themed clues around town for them to follow. The clues should be pretty simple, and it will probably take no more than an hour to an hour-and-a-half for them to find me.

Here comes the somewhat controversial part. Essentially, for this performance to have any semblance of meaning, I need to be buried alive. Dont worry, its perfectly safe: I have a buddy from back home who is building me a coffin with a hole in the top. Ill be fixing it with a pipe that will stick an inch or two above the ground. That way, I wont run out of air. Ill also have a few necessities in the coffin in case something happens: food, water, and a flashlight.

Once they arrive at my grave which will be completely vampirized they will be provided with an array of shovels and will bring me back to life, a reincarnation of the true mythological history of vampires.

Here is where you come in. I need you to bury me. In addition, I need you to be my safety net: if they cant find me, if something goes wrong, if I become sick, I need you to be the one to get me out or call the police, if necessary. Ill also need you to decorate my grave, make it really creepy dont worry, Ill send you some blueprints.

I know this is a little stressful and it may take some time for you to decide, but, rest assured, this is a completely safe project. Theres no danger of suffocation and the coffin is sturdy, so its very unlikely that it will collapse. I really just need you there for support and the actual hard work of burying me.

What do you say? Id even be willing to up your pay to a hundred dollars, if thats what you need.

Let me know!

RIP,

Ben

I stared at my screen for a few minutes, completely dumbfounded.

Once I cut through all the bullshit about art and vampires and rebirth, what it came down to was death.

This guy actually wanted me to almost kill him.

I mean, sure, it probably WAS safe. But my mind went over the plan slowly. What if I couldnt get him out in time? One shovel and a pit of dirt wouldnt be a fast job. Furthermore, what if something happened to me?

Before making a decision, I sent him another email asking if he was really sure he was up for this. Of course he knew, he said. And then he said something that would always stick with me.

Art must be a little dangerous, my friend, for it to be real.

A month later, I found myself standing at the foot of a grave. It was six feet deep and perfectly rectangular. Sitting at the bottom was a tapered coffin covered with black lacquer, a white skull painted on the top. In the eye of the skull was a hole just big enough for the PVC pipe. Stenciled underneath was a line from Dracula: Denn die Todten reiten schnell.

I stood there like an idiot, waiting for Ben to show up.

In the end, Id decided to go along with his stupid gig. Ben was a stubborn bastard, and if I didnt help him, someone else would. At least, thats the justification I gave myself. But the real reason was that, deep inside my heart, his words were still echoing.

Id ended up doing a little more work than I had intended. For one, I had to place his stupid clues around the city. It wasnt hard work, but it took some time to get them all in the proper places. Luckily for Ben, they were pretty obvious clues. There was no need to worry that his participants would be unable to find him.

Ben had set up the grave and the coffin a few days prior to Halloween. It was out in the woods just on the outskirts of town, no chance of it being disturbed. Id tried to talk him out of burying it the whole six feet down.

If something happens and I need to get you out fast, what will I do? Cant you put it closer to the surface?

Ben had just shaken his head in exasperation. You just dont get it, do you? It has to be done right. Remember what I told you.

So I shrugged and let him mess around with whatever dumbassery would get him off.

I was just beginning to wonder if I should have brought more beer this promised to be a long night when Ben showed up.

I had to restrain my laughter when I saw his getup. A cheap Dracula costume from Wal-mart had never looked so pathetic, especially when topped off with those cheap plastic fangs. Hed greased his hair back and painted on a widows peak.

I couldnt resist. Wow, seriously, dude?

He gave me a stern look. Its a comment on the commercialization of vampires and horror as we know it today. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a walkie talkie. Here, take one. The range isnt very far, but my cell phone wont work that far underground. Youll have to stay nearby. Let me know if youre going out of range.

I shrugged and took it. Okay, but you brought your cell just in case, right?

Nah, what good will it do if it doesnt work?

This guys batshit insane, I thought. But he handed me the hundred dollars and, suddenly, it didnt seem to matter anymore.

I helped him into the coffin and shut the lid. He seemed pretty calm if it were me, I knew Id be having a panic attack. I fit the PVC pipe into the hole. It slid in perfectly snug. I climbed out of the coffin and grabbed my shovel, taking one last look at the shiny black peeking out from the dirt.

With a resigned shrug, I started to shovel in the dirt. Okay, well, he asked for this, I thought.

It took almost a full hour to get all the dirt piled in. The PVC pipe was just barely visible over the grave. I piled the earth around it to hide it as well as I could. Then, I set up the rest of the grave: a hideously gothic headstone made of Styrofoam, and cheap Wal-mart flowers. Once it was finally finished, I sat back against a tree and waited.

There was an awful lot of waiting to be done.

Three hours later, his participants still hadnt come.

Hed buzzed in on the walkie talkie a few times, asking if theyd shown up. I continually answered in the negative, wondering how long hed be willing to keep up this charade. He must be getting worried, I thought, staring at my watch. It was already 10 pm and not a soul to be seen.

Hey, Mike? Something must have happened, I dont think theyre coming. Can you get me out of here? Bens voice crackled and faded in and out of the static fuzz. I took another swig of my beer and heaved a sigh.

Of course they werent coming. They were frantically searching for the last clue. My hand crept into my pocket as I felt it folded there, the creases poking at the soft flesh of my palm.

Mike? Are you there? Did you go out of range?

I turned the walkie talkie off. I didnt need it anymore, anyway. Carefully, I picked up a handful of disturbed earth from the top of the makeshift grave. I poured it down the pipe and listened.

I heard the muffled exclamation, the series of expletives. I thought I could hear a thumping sound he must be hitting the top of the coffin. I smiled a little to myself as I poured some more dirt in through the pipe.

Bens struggles got louder and I felt a certain heat rising up in me. Oh, I knew it could be good, but I didnt know it could be good. This was incredible. This was perfect. This was .

Eventually, I grew bored of shoving the earth down into the coffin. I could hear Bens screaming and sobbing reverberating up the pipe. I yanked a handkerchief out of my back pocket and stuffed it inside. I made sure to plug it up good and tight.

It would only be a matter of time, now. Assuming he could regulate his breathing, he could possibly have a few hours. But I knew he was panicking. And that would simply serve to shorten his time.

The pounding grew weaker as I finished my beer. Once I was certain there was no saving him, I went to finish my work.

Ben was right everything really did go off without a hitch. I dont know what I was so worried about.

Id gone to find his lost sheep, the wayward participants who were scrambling in frustration for the last clue. I scolded them for making us wait so long, acted the part of the reluctant friend indulging his lunatic companion. I took them out to the grave. It was now past midnight.

They sat hushed as I gave the stupid speech that Ben had prepared for me. Everything seemed normal Id made sure to stow the rag before anyone could see it.

Friends, foes, and everyone in between. Tonight we gather to resurrect the ancient horror that has plagued mankind for centuries. Its tale, once a gruesome epic of blood and seduction, has become nothing more than commercialized fodder as society has aged. Now, the time has come for the phoenix to burn and rise again. So, too, shall the blood-soaked visage of the vampire! My voice resonated throughout the woods, and the morons in attendance clapped as they all reached for their shovels.

We dug him up in about half an hour. It was much faster work with his host of suckers. It was good that we reached the coffin quickly, because I could barely contain my excitement.

Two of the men opened the coffin and screamed. The women leaned in over the grave to peek as well, full of expectancy. There was something dreadful about the scene, to be sure.

Bens face had gone gray, sprayed over with a few specs of dirt. His hands were bloody, his fingernails pried off. Deep scratches decorated the top of the lid. The men who had opened his tomb dragged him out in a panic, unsure if this was part of the performance or not. A few moments of silent listening at his chest produced no heartbeat. The proclamation was definitive: he was dead.

They screamed. They called the police. They alternatively looked at his body and shielded themselves from its horror, enraptured yet struggling.

They ignored me.

But that was fine. It was fine because they were admiring my work, the work of the artist. Finally, I had been given this opportunity to prove my worth. Finally, I had found my sacrificial lamb. And it had been a rousing success. The heat raging in my body affirmed that much. I didnt even care if I was caught, so long as I could have this moment to hold for the rest of my life.

Ben was right. I should have known a man of principle never lies. And I owe him a debt of gratitude, for realizing the artist within me.

Art must be a little dangerous for it to be real.

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[samanthasroberts]

Every Halloween, I Have A Story I Like To Tell

I liked Ben, I really did. I mean, he was a nice guy. We had some fun times together in college, messing around the dorm, going to parties, all the dumb shit that college guys do. He was cool and all, but he was a little pretentious. Well, I guess the word he used was artistic. He thought he was real smart, spent a lot of time trying to prove it to everyone. He had his own blog developed to film critiques not the big ones, though. Just little indie productions because nothing else was worth his time. When he got like that, he could be pretty insufferable.

Perhaps the most annoying thing that he did was performance art.

Now, I dont wanna be the guy who says that all performance art is dumb. But yeah, no, all performance art is dumb. Oh, look, youre on display painting a picture of Jesus from your own urine, how original and edgy! Maybe Im a little jaded, but it always seemed so contrived to me. Unfortunately, Ben really loved it. He thought there was something beautiful in art that was physically living and he devoted an embarrassing amount of time to it.

Anyway, I hung out with Ben a few times after college, but we mostly just met up to do some heavy drinking and maybe hit a strip club or two. He considered THAT performance art as well, which was just fine with me, it gave me an excuse to waste some ones. Since we didnt hang out very often, I had a bad feeling when he contacted me about a month before last Halloween.

He called me up at about seven in the morning on a Saturday, which is too early to even consider waking up, in my opinion. I answered in a daze and he started running his mouth like crazy, as though afraid that, if he didnt get it all out at once, he never would.

Mike, hey, Mikey, listen, buddy, I need your help, okay? Okay, okay, Ive got this idea for a performance and, well, its going to be , you know? So good! Its going down on Halloween. Can you come help? Look, Ill even pay you, man. Fifty dollars. So how bout it?

Now, Ive never cared much about Halloween one way or the other, and Im a pretty easy guy. Fifty dollars to probably just sit there and run a fog machine or some bullshit? For the right price, I could even pretend that I wanted to be there. Besides, what else are friends for?

A few days later, he gave me the details. To be honest, I was a little shocked when he sent the email. I know that performance art is intended to be edgy and can sometimes get a little dangerous, but this seemed downright negligent.

Mike:

Thanks for agreeing to do this for me! Ive talked to a few other people, but they werent really comfortable with it, for reasons youll probably be able to figure out. Of course, I understand if you want to back out, but I think you are probably the most reliable person I know. Its really not that big of a deal, Im sure youll agree.

As Im sure youve noticed, vampires have become very prominent in the media as of late. I say vampires because they are beginning to deviate so wildly from the traditional myths that they resemble forest fairies more than anything else. Altruistic? Sparkly? Whiny? Give me a break. We need more Dracula! We need more Carmilla! We need more death, destruction, and blood!

My performance will center on the theme of rebirthing the vampire. For the vampire to be reborn, he must first be buried. To turn peoples attentions back to the myths of old, I will be doing just that: I will be burying the vampire.

I have a group of viewers signed up already to participate in the performance, so you dont need to worry about that. Im going to plant a series of vampire-themed clues around town for them to follow. The clues should be pretty simple, and it will probably take no more than an hour to an hour-and-a-half for them to find me.

Here comes the somewhat controversial part. Essentially, for this performance to have any semblance of meaning, I need to be buried alive. Dont worry, its perfectly safe: I have a buddy from back home who is building me a coffin with a hole in the top. Ill be fixing it with a pipe that will stick an inch or two above the ground. That way, I wont run out of air. Ill also have a few necessities in the coffin in case something happens: food, water, and a flashlight.

Once they arrive at my grave which will be completely vampirized they will be provided with an array of shovels and will bring me back to life, a reincarnation of the true mythological history of vampires.

Here is where you come in. I need you to bury me. In addition, I need you to be my safety net: if they cant find me, if something goes wrong, if I become sick, I need you to be the one to get me out or call the police, if necessary. Ill also need you to decorate my grave, make it really creepy dont worry, Ill send you some blueprints.

I know this is a little stressful and it may take some time for you to decide, but, rest assured, this is a completely safe project. Theres no danger of suffocation and the coffin is sturdy, so its very unlikely that it will collapse. I really just need you there for support and the actual hard work of burying me.

What do you say? Id even be willing to up your pay to a hundred dollars, if thats what you need.

Let me know!

RIP,

Ben

I stared at my screen for a few minutes, completely dumbfounded.

Once I cut through all the bullshit about art and vampires and rebirth, what it came down to was death.

This guy actually wanted me to almost kill him.

I mean, sure, it probably WAS safe. But my mind went over the plan slowly. What if I couldnt get him out in time? One shovel and a pit of dirt wouldnt be a fast job. Furthermore, what if something happened to me?

Before making a decision, I sent him another email asking if he was really sure he was up for this. Of course he knew, he said. And then he said something that would always stick with me.

Art must be a little dangerous, my friend, for it to be real.

A month later, I found myself standing at the foot of a grave. It was six feet deep and perfectly rectangular. Sitting at the bottom was a tapered coffin covered with black lacquer, a white skull painted on the top. In the eye of the skull was a hole just big enough for the PVC pipe. Stenciled underneath was a line from Dracula: Denn die Todten reiten schnell.

I stood there like an idiot, waiting for Ben to show up.

In the end, Id decided to go along with his stupid gig. Ben was a stubborn bastard, and if I didnt help him, someone else would. At least, thats the justification I gave myself. But the real reason was that, deep inside my heart, his words were still echoing.

Id ended up doing a little more work than I had intended. For one, I had to place his stupid clues around the city. It wasnt hard work, but it took some time to get them all in the proper places. Luckily for Ben, they were pretty obvious clues. There was no need to worry that his participants would be unable to find him.

Ben had set up the grave and the coffin a few days prior to Halloween. It was out in the woods just on the outskirts of town, no chance of it being disturbed. Id tried to talk him out of burying it the whole six feet down.

If something happens and I need to get you out fast, what will I do? Cant you put it closer to the surface?

Ben had just shaken his head in exasperation. You just dont get it, do you? It has to be done right. Remember what I told you.

So I shrugged and let him mess around with whatever dumbassery would get him off.

I was just beginning to wonder if I should have brought more beer this promised to be a long night when Ben showed up.

I had to restrain my laughter when I saw his getup. A cheap Dracula costume from Wal-mart had never looked so pathetic, especially when topped off with those cheap plastic fangs. Hed greased his hair back and painted on a widows peak.

I couldnt resist. Wow, seriously, dude?

He gave me a stern look. Its a comment on the commercialization of vampires and horror as we know it today. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a walkie talkie. Here, take one. The range isnt very far, but my cell phone wont work that far underground. Youll have to stay nearby. Let me know if youre going out of range.

I shrugged and took it. Okay, but you brought your cell just in case, right?

Nah, what good will it do if it doesnt work?

This guys batshit insane, I thought. But he handed me the hundred dollars and, suddenly, it didnt seem to matter anymore.

I helped him into the coffin and shut the lid. He seemed pretty calm if it were me, I knew Id be having a panic attack. I fit the PVC pipe into the hole. It slid in perfectly snug. I climbed out of the coffin and grabbed my shovel, taking one last look at the shiny black peeking out from the dirt.

With a resigned shrug, I started to shovel in the dirt. Okay, well, he asked for this, I thought.

It took almost a full hour to get all the dirt piled in. The PVC pipe was just barely visible over the grave. I piled the earth around it to hide it as well as I could. Then, I set up the rest of the grave: a hideously gothic headstone made of Styrofoam, and cheap Wal-mart flowers. Once it was finally finished, I sat back against a tree and waited.

There was an awful lot of waiting to be done.

Three hours later, his participants still hadnt come.

Hed buzzed in on the walkie talkie a few times, asking if theyd shown up. I continually answered in the negative, wondering how long hed be willing to keep up this charade. He must be getting worried, I thought, staring at my watch. It was already 10 pm and not a soul to be seen.

Hey, Mike? Something must have happened, I dont think theyre coming. Can you get me out of here? Bens voice crackled and faded in and out of the static fuzz. I took another swig of my beer and heaved a sigh.

Of course they werent coming. They were frantically searching for the last clue. My hand crept into my pocket as I felt it folded there, the creases poking at the soft flesh of my palm.

Mike? Are you there? Did you go out of range?

I turned the walkie talkie off. I didnt need it anymore, anyway. Carefully, I picked up a handful of disturbed earth from the top of the makeshift grave. I poured it down the pipe and listened.

I heard the muffled exclamation, the series of expletives. I thought I could hear a thumping sound he must be hitting the top of the coffin. I smiled a little to myself as I poured some more dirt in through the pipe.

Bens struggles got louder and I felt a certain heat rising up in me. Oh, I knew it could be good, but I didnt know it could be good. This was incredible. This was perfect. This was .

Eventually, I grew bored of shoving the earth down into the coffin. I could hear Bens screaming and sobbing reverberating up the pipe. I yanked a handkerchief out of my back pocket and stuffed it inside. I made sure to plug it up good and tight.

It would only be a matter of time, now. Assuming he could regulate his breathing, he could possibly have a few hours. But I knew he was panicking. And that would simply serve to shorten his time.

The pounding grew weaker as I finished my beer. Once I was certain there was no saving him, I went to finish my work.

Ben was right everything really did go off without a hitch. I dont know what I was so worried about.

Id gone to find his lost sheep, the wayward participants who were scrambling in frustration for the last clue. I scolded them for making us wait so long, acted the part of the reluctant friend indulging his lunatic companion. I took them out to the grave. It was now past midnight.

They sat hushed as I gave the stupid speech that Ben had prepared for me. Everything seemed normal Id made sure to stow the rag before anyone could see it.

Friends, foes, and everyone in between. Tonight we gather to resurrect the ancient horror that has plagued mankind for centuries. Its tale, once a gruesome epic of blood and seduction, has become nothing more than commercialized fodder as society has aged. Now, the time has come for the phoenix to burn and rise again. So, too, shall the blood-soaked visage of the vampire! My voice resonated throughout the woods, and the morons in attendance clapped as they all reached for their shovels.

We dug him up in about half an hour. It was much faster work with his host of suckers. It was good that we reached the coffin quickly, because I could barely contain my excitement.

Two of the men opened the coffin and screamed. The women leaned in over the grave to peek as well, full of expectancy. There was something dreadful about the scene, to be sure.

Bens face had gone gray, sprayed over with a few specs of dirt. His hands were bloody, his fingernails pried off. Deep scratches decorated the top of the lid. The men who had opened his tomb dragged him out in a panic, unsure if this was part of the performance or not. A few moments of silent listening at his chest produced no heartbeat. The proclamation was definitive: he was dead.

They screamed. They called the police. They alternatively looked at his body and shielded themselves from its horror, enraptured yet struggling.

They ignored me.

But that was fine. It was fine because they were admiring my work, the work of the artist. Finally, I had been given this opportunity to prove my worth. Finally, I had found my sacrificial lamb. And it had been a rousing success. The heat raging in my body affirmed that much. I didnt even care if I was caught, so long as I could have this moment to hold for the rest of my life.

Ben was right. I should have known a man of principle never lies. And I owe him a debt of gratitude, for realizing the artist within me.

Art must be a little dangerous for it to be real.

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