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Nova Ch 11

AN: This is gonna be the last of the set-up chapters. The story will start snowballing (see what I did there? Heehee) from the next chapter on.

This chapter includes an art piece I requested from the talented @plutonis, and I’m so glad I can finally show this off because it contains some very gorgeous colors.

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Ch 11: Spectrum

Terran Date 2015.4.28

Yesterday, Pinky showed me one of his favorite pieces of media to thank me for the story of Heikro var Silda, even though he cried for fifteen minutes because of the tragic ending. While indeed sad, I’m proud to say I remained steadfast and controlled my emotions upon revisiting the story. And while I told him it wasn’t necessary, he insisted and I acquiesced to his demands.

That’s how Pinky introduced me to The Lion King. Once again, I remained strong even when the emotional distress threatened to override my logical mind. It was...rather difficult, I’ll admit. We watched the sequel afterward, and though I’ve created five different charts that list the plot points in order, I cannot come up with a satisfactory sequence of events that connects both movies into a cohesive narrative.

Moving onto real life matters...Pinky seems to be under the impression that I will be a permanent resident of the lab.

Celestial bodies above, what use is my intelligence if I’m trapped among heathen, dimwitted fools who can’t tell the difference between left and right! I refuse to be a lab rat, made to do the so-called dominant species’ bidding. Snowball and I shall be taking over this planet and progressing their backwards society far beyond their wildest dreams! That’s what we came here for, and I will not be sidetracked again.

As for Pinky...well, his imagination can make up some personalities for his inanimate object friends once I leave. He doesn’t have any shortage of those. The newest addition to the crew is an eraser nub with the moniker of ‘Gummy’.

Signing off for now,

The Brain

o-o-o-o-o

Brain saved the new transmission to an encrypted, password-protected file. None of the scientists were technical experts, so the odds of discovery were miniscule or nonexistent. He only had five audio files in total, a meager amount compared to the hundreds of transmissions he’d made back on New Selene. The pointer hovered over the Delete All button. He didn’t have a reason to keep making transmissions when he was leaving the lab behind in just a few days.

Still, he hesitated.

Maybe he could leave it as a memento for Pinky. But even a basic level of encryption and case-sensitive password would remain far beyond Pinky’s capabilities.

Perhaps it was best to leave the issue for another night.

He logged off the computer and joined Pinky, who’d surrounded himself with Gummy and the rest of his inanimate object friends as he played a board game called Monopoly. Though Brain had looked up the rules and goals of the game during his online session out of curiosity, he didn’t really understand the appeal or mass marketability of such an unbalanced game.

Although, given the number of different versions of Monopoly out there, creating and selling his own version of the game with the title of Brainopoly could prove to be a viable plan.

Pinky was playing as if there were four players and not just a free-for-all against a nickel, button, and eraser. It became disturbingly obvious that Pinky was either overly generous or just woefully terrible at mental math, because he continually doled out the wrong amount of money from the bank or his own meager cash pile.

And Pinky was far better off if Brain cut in now, because there was no chance that anyone else was catching up to Gummy, who owned the most lucrative properties and had the largest amount of money.

He had to stop anthropomorphizing these objects. He was starting to think like Pinky, and that was an extremely distressing thought.

“You’re losing to an eraser,” Brain said. Pinky only had a few fives in currency, and the three properties he owned were all flipped over and mortgaged.

“Yeah, Gummy’s just very good at this game! Narf!” Pinky said as he rolled the dice for Mr. Button. “It’s so nice of him to let us sleep in his Marvin Garden Apartments though. Otherwise we’d be homeless!”

“Nice indeed,” Brain replied. For his peace of mind, he didn’t dare press for more details.

Pinky threw the dice, then moved the bucket token seven spaces, landing on the Luxury Tax space. “That’ll be seventy-five dollars, Mr. Button,” Pinky said as he gathered the money, which only totaled sixty. And Mr. Button’s four properties were all mortgaged. Pinky realized this too. “Oh...you don’t have enough. Poit.”

Any normal player would’ve tossed in the towel right there, but Pinky wasn’t a conventional player by any means. He frowned, scratched his head, then picked up his own pile of fives and tossed them onto the sixty, bringing the amount to seventy-five, with two leftover fives for Mr. Button.

“You can have that, Mr. Button!” Pinky chirped as he dumped the luxury tax money in the middle of the board. “With a little more for the bus!”

Pinky had completely knocked himself out of the game.

This was supposed to be an extremely competitive game for families and seasoned professionals, right? Though the rules of Monopoly appeared confusing and controversial to most players, he was certain that nobody would willingly lose with such a reckless method.

Well...maybe it was just a fluke. Pinky was only playing against himself, so if he wanted to give up the money to something he was making the decisions for, that was his choice.

Besides, he couldn’t watch this game much longer.

“I’ll be your next opponent,” Brain announced. He’d never played before, but the basics seemed simple enough. And the math involved was basic arithmetic he could do in his sleep. “Reset the board at once, Pinky.”

Pinky’s tail wagged as he gathered up the houses and hotels and tossed them back into the box, then settled down as he skillfully shuffled the Community Chest and Chance cards. From the way he hummed and twirled around, an outsider could easily mistake Brain for a playmate instead of an opponent.

Brain quickly read over the instruction sheet, then divided the game currency into a starting amount for himself, Pinky, and the bank.

“Can I be in charge of the property cards, Brain?” Pinky asked as he organized them by color.

“Yes, but I shall handle all other banker duties,” Brain said. “Listen closely, Pinky. I’ve looked up stories about Monopoly games going on for a long time with no definitive winner, so we’ll stop the game when one of us runs out of money, or if chance has favored you or I enough that we can place a hotel on the board.”

“Chance always has a problem with favoritism,” Pinky said as he moved the horse token to the Go space. Indeed, chance hasn’t always favored members of either of their species, but it could stand to be more merciful during a board game. He hugged the horse token to his chest. “Anyways, Pharfigtwoton is always my choice! What’s yours?”

Brain didn’t understand how anyone in their right mind would want to play as a wheelbarrow or bucket, and the only pieces that interested him at all were the ones that resembled modes of Terran transportation. In the end, he chose the battleship.

He was tempted to call it the Conquistador Two, but he didn’t want to follow the trend of naming random objects.

“Good one!” Pinky said as he pushed the ship over to the horse token. “A gorgeous ship like this needs a name...so I hereby dub thee Battley McBattleface!”

“We’re calling it the Conquistador Two, and that’s final,” Brain snapped.

“The Conquesodor Two,” Pinky agreed.

They tossed the dice to decide turn order, and Pinky won that battle easily since Brain had the misfortune to roll double ones.

On his first turn, Pinky managed to land on St. Charles Place with a high roll. He happily shelled out the money required to buy the property. “I’m putting a nice dog park here!” he declared, placing the unused dog token in the magenta space above the property. “Now Pharfigtwoton can give rides to all the puppies!”

Brain didn’t know if Monopoly required players to create their own storyline, but it certainly made the game more interesting and baffling at the same time. He rolled the dice, sighing when he could only advance to Reading Railroad.

He hoped it wouldn’t be a trend for Pinky to receive high rolls while he was stuck in the first half of the board.

But he quickly changed his mind once he paid up for Reading Railroad and read through the card information. Just like any real life war or corporate strategy, the key to his victory would lie in controlling the flow of transportation and goods!

Pinky landed on New York on his next turn, rambling about taking all the puppies to New York for a double decker bus tour of the city as he slid a stack of bills to Brain. Brain sighed and tossed an extra twenty bill back at Pinky. He wished Pinky would pay more attention to adding properly than the make-believe puppies.

Brain rolled the dice and moved his battleship to Virginia, claiming the property so Pinky couldn’t control one-fourth of the board this early in the game.

“Brain, can I have a house?” Pinky asked as he drew a Community Chest card. He read through the card and grinned. “Awww, I got second in a beauty pageant! Thank you, everyone! It’s such an honor! Oh, and it says I also won ten dollars.”

“You don’t meet the conditions required for a house, Pinky,” Brain said, giving Pinky a ten. He didn’t care about the fake beauty pageant, just that money was either gained or lost depending on luck of the draw.

“Oh, I’ll keep them off the board,” Pinky promised. “I just want a house for Terry to live in.”

He held up the dog token, who was now apparently called Terry.

“Fine, but don’t mix your ridiculous fantasies with the board,” Brain sighed and tossed a green house at Pinky, which smacked him in the head when he didn’t catch it in time. Pinky laughed it off and coaxed Terry to stand next to the house.

Houses and hotels. His Internet searches on the Clarkes led to tons of websites on the Terran real estate market and hotel industry.

Which reminded Brain that he hadn’t shared his research into the Clarkes with Pinky yet. There hadn’t been enough time during the day, where the incompetent scientists poked and prodded them. And in Brain’s case, tried to figure out where the antennae came from.

Their hypotheses, and he was being exceedingly generous when he described their speculation and conspiracy theories as hypotheses, amounted to claiming a Terran mouse and insect had reproduced together.

“I’ve brushed up on the Clarkes so we can properly impersonate them at the party. According to-scrik!” Brain hissed under his breath when he landed on New York and had to pay Pinky.

“Sixteen please!” Pinky chirped. “All proceeds will go to buying toys and treats for good dogs in need!”

Brain grudgingly gave up the sixteen. Probability was not on his side tonight. “As I was saying before cruel fate reared its ugly head, the man I shall impersonate, Anthony Clarke, is an esteemed real estate and luxury hotel mogul, with a net worth in the billions. His success is rooted in savvy, ruthless business against competitors. It appears that he and Lamont are old college acquaintances, which we can spin to our advantage. And...yes! B&O Railroad!”

He claimed the B&O Railroad for himself, and Pinky wrinkled his nose. “I wouldn’t ride on the Body Odor Railroad even if you pay me in cheese,” he said.

Brain rolled his eyes. “The temptation for cheese is too powerful for your empty mind and bottomless stomach.”

“You’re right, Brain. It’s too yummy.” Pinky licked his lips. “So does that make me Mrs. Zoey Clarke then? Unless he divorced her already. I haven’t kept up with them in a while.” The butler on the phone had made a similar comment, thoroughly expecting ‘Mr. Clarke’ to divorce his spouse by the end of the week.

“So you’re aware of the Clarkes,” Brain said. He rolled the dice, and chance immediately sentenced him to jail. He had to push his battleship all the way to the jail space.

But all of this divorcing nonsense was trivial to his goals. Hardly worth a footnote.

The objective was to infiltrate the party, mingle with the guests to throw off suspicion, then steal the military weapon and take over the world, not involve himself in a Terran’s relationship drama.

“Ooh, tough.” Pinky clicked his tongue in sympathy as he bought Waterworks. “But everyone knows who the Clarkes are. Didn’t you see anything about all those divorces when you looked them up?”

“I’m more interested in his business ventures than his messy personal life,” Brain replied. “All this talk about divorce is simply incidental. But now I digress. Escaping jail so I may continue my conquering campaign is of utmost priority.”

“Doubles! Doubles!” Pinky chanted as Brain threw the dice. A two and three faced up, but no doubles. Pinky deflated, but only for a moment. Then he picked up a fifty. “Here, Brain. I’ll bail you out.”

From Brain’s brief skim over the rules, he didn’t recall a single one that allowed players to bail each other out of jail. He wanted to refuse and tell Pinky to focus on winning for himself, but obtaining Pennsylvania Railroad, which he’d missed the first time he’d passed through this section of the board, was just too tempting.

Brain took the fifty from Pinky, put it in the bank, then moved his battleship out of jail and used his draining resources to buy Pennsylvania Railroad. Only afterward did he realize that he’d been steadily losing money every turn and hadn’t gained anything since the beginning of the game.

Contrast to Pinky, who rolled a twelve and skipped over the last fourth of the board, placing him squarely on the Go space and guaranteeing himself a free two hundred. Then he rolled a low number and bought Mediterranean.

A poor investment, given that it was hardly worth anything. But Pinky didn’t think so.

And he wouldn’t stop cooking up new fantasies either. “Now we can host a beach jubilee for your welcome home from jail party! With hot dogs and beach balls and those big umbrellas and-”

Brain lobbed the dice at Pinky so he’d quiet down and allow Brain to formulate a strategy in peace.

Perhaps a pass around the board without purchasing anything would be necessary. He had to rebuild his financial resources again. The downside was that Pinky could potentially take the spaces for himself, but it was entirely possible that he’d miss some of the open spaces too.

So he did just that, finally lucking out when a Community Chest card sent Pinky to Reading Railroad.

But Pinky was incapable of keeping his mouth shut, and soon he was back on the topic of the infamous Clarke divorces.

“-so I think Zoey is number eleven, and I know they all blend together, so when I confuse them I just remember divorce, beheaded, died, divorce, beheaded, survived!”

Brain stared at Pinky, praying to all the ancient Selenian gods nobody believed in anymore that Snowball didn’t have him take the identity of a murderer.

“Oh wait no, no...that’s King Henry, not Clarke. Must’ve mixed them up, poit. Sorry.”

Brain threw another green house at Pinky, nailing him in the shoulder. Pinky yelped, but once he realized he had another house he immediately thanked Brain because that meant Terry’s friend could move next door.

Since there was little point to dissuading Pinky entirely, Brain focused on his game strategy instead.

It was mostly repetition anyway. Roll dice, move piece, board event, repeat. Perhaps it would be considered tedious and monotonous, but the storylines Pinky improvised were what truly made it fascinating, even though Brain could only follow about half of it since Pinky created plotholes within the fantastical yet mundane place named Monopoly City faster than the speed of light.

According to Pinky, he and his sister co-ran an enormous pet supply shop attached to a humane animal shelter next door to the dog park. Meanwhile, Brain was conductor of a magical train and seeking the mayorship because the corrupt mayor was involved with an evil cigarette corporation who wanted to diabolically sell their products to innocent children.

And while Pinky certainly had a knack for improvisation, the matter at hand was that Brain couldn’t resist buying Boardwalk, but he’d used up a third of his money and Pinky wasn’t landing there to make up for the deficit. But Brain also had Baltic, the least valuable property, and Pinky had Park Place, which Brain desperately needed since neither of them had houses on the board yet.

This wasn’t going to be a fair trade for Pinky, but it was the best chance Brain had to etch out a victory. He was going for it.

“Park for Baltic so we can finally build some residences,” Brain said, sliding the card over to Pinky.

And to his surprise, Pinky jumped at the opportunity. “Sure, Brain! If you’ll trade me Oriental for Marvin Gardens. We’re gonna open a Chinatown district!”

He’d be giving Pinky control of the first quarter of the board, but the allure of the most expensive properties was far too tempting to pass up.

They swapped properties, then paused the game to set up their houses. Brain didn’t have enough money to buy houses for all his properties, so he set two houses on Boardwalk and hoped he could deal a staggering blow to Pinky’s finances. And even this decision was costly, for he only had $180 left.

Pinky set four houses on Baltic and clapped his hands together. “They’re beach houses,” he explained, and didn’t bother putting houses on the rest of his properties even though he could afford it.

Brain kept his mouth shut. Best not to give Pinky ideas. So he rolled the dice and got doubles.

Luxury Tax.

Scrik.

Now he was down to $105. But he’d pass Go on his next turn, so he could obtain an extra two hundred and hopefully skip this portion of the board.

Then he landed on Baltic.

He slowly looked at Pinky, and Brain couldn’t tell if Pinky was being perfectly innocent or just very, very good at pretending to be perfectly innocent. “That’ll be $320 please,” Pinky said.

Including the two hundred from passing Go, he’d only have a grand total of $305.

And according to the conditions he’d set, he’d lost the game through losing all his money.

“Can’t pay it,” Brain sighed. “Congratulations, Pinky. You’ve bested me.”

Pinky giggled and threw his play money in the air in celebration. “Aw, thanks for playing with me! I’ve never played Monopoly with anyone before. Never been able to get the board to Pharfignewton’s stable without the play money flying all over the street. It took me a long time to pick it all up. We should definitely do this again, Brain! Troz!”

But there wouldn’t be a next time. No matter how much he wanted to be victorious in another match against Pinky.

“Yes, we should,” Brain forced out, willing his racing heart to calm down so he wasn’t caught in his lie.

Pinky beamed, and Brain only wished it wasn’t so difficult to explain.

o-o-o-o-o

Terran Date 4.29.2015

Tonight, we shall seek appropriate outfits for the masquerade ball. I have been informed that my jumpsuit is not considered formal attire and that we will need to shop for proper clothing. However, I will be bringing my jumpsuit along since I will not return to the lab, and I require my conquering outfit to carry out our plans.

Pinky knows a place that may contain what we need. He’s spent the last two hours finishing his hat for the Kentucky Derby and has proudly shown off the finished product to me. Though I’ll admit that the result can only be considered a hat if one is generous with their definition.

I have not been able to contact Snowball. I can only assume he’s making the necessary preparations on his end.

Signing off for now,

The Brain

o-o-o-o-o

They stood in front of an enormous building with bright neon letters, impossible to miss even with his direction-challenged companion. Thankfully, it was only a few blocks from the lab. After the scientists strapped him to a machine that tested centrifugal force, he didn’t have the energy to walk much further.

“Welcome to Toyz ‘B’ We, Brain!” Pinky exclaimed, and Brain cringed at the horrendous grammar of that name. “It's the most wonderfulest toy shop ever!”

Wonderfulest wasn’t a word, but Brain was given no time to inform Pinky of that fact before Pinky dragged him to the entrance, where a large, cartoonish statue of a Terran bee stood off to the side, greeting customers with a cheerful wave of her magic wand.

“So that’s the mascot, Becky Bee,...let’s see, those are the shopping carts and the baskets and those machines that give you washable tattoos-”

“Focus on the clothing, Pinky. Not all the extraneous material,” Brain reminded him as they entered the store. Unlike their disastrous mall trip, Brain had brought along a source of money, an ACME credit card one of the scientists had carelessly left at their desk after purchasing a chair online.

They had a right to use the card as ACME employees who never got paid for their hard labor in experiments. And he promised Pinky he’d give it back once they were through purchasing the necessary items, so it didn’t catch on that pesky ‘no stealing’ radar.

Based on Pinky’s descriptions of the store, he expected an interior full of wonder, excitement, and interesting objects designed for enjoyment for young Terrans.

Instead, everything was a sterile white, yellow, or black. Rectangular kits of building blocks of all shapes and sizes sat neatly in a row, their price tags dusty as if they hadn’t been moved or cleaned in some time.

Dozens of bee models hung from the ceiling rafters, all of them sharing the exact same dead stare and pose. The whole setup was rather unnerving, and Brain averted his eyes.

He spotted two workers at the registers. They scrolled through their phones, not noticing Pinky’s cheerful greeting as he skipped past them. A third worker called out in alarm to them, and they suddenly dropped their phones and picked up rags, repetitively wiping their counters in circles in a poor attempt to appear busy.

The only one who acted like they were in a store meant for entertainment was Pinky, who oohed and ahhed and zigzagged all over the place to get a look at all the toys.

“Brain, look at this Barbie convertible! It’s so sparkly!” Pinky exclaimed before darting off to admire the box art on five-hundred piece jigsaw puzzles, then crawled onto the lowest shelf to hug a life-sized chihuahua plushie. “Narf! This one’s a cutie! And I also like the polka-dotted lizard, that green unicorn, and that rainbow koala looks really soft too-”

Brain grabbed Pinky’s tail, yanking him out of the shelf and onto the floor.

“This store’s already eroding whatever’s left of your mind,” Brain said, dragging Pinky away from the stuffed animals.

Pinky propped himself up on his elbows, humming as they passed aisle upon aisle of action figures, balls, and building blocks.

It was strange how they seemed to be the only customers here. Shouldn’t there be more snot-nosed brats running amok or haggard parents corralling them so they didn’t destroy everything with their grubby hands?

Still, perhaps he shouldn’t complain.

It was a relief that he didn’t have to worry about people trampling him underfoot for now.

But the peace didn’t last long, since Pinky suddenly peeled away in a completely different direction, forgetting that Brain was hanging onto his tail. Though he tried to dig his heels in, Pinky was too fast and the floor too slippery for Brain to bring them to a halt.

Then Pinky stopped on his own, and Brain only caught a glimpse of a metallic table leg before he crashed face-first into it, his nose smarting from the impact.

“Sorry, Brain,” Pinky said sheepishly, and there were five upside-down images of him. Brain swatted at the one in the middle, but his hand hit empty air instead. He shook his head to clear his vision, and all but the Pinky on the far left vanished.

Pinky didn’t stay put for long, darting past Brain. He hauled himself up the table leg and onto a light blue tablecloth. “You have to come up and see this, Brain!” Pinky squealed, peering over the edge of the table, his tail wagging beside him. “There’s an entire fence made of Legos here!”

Brain sighed, wondering if it was an exercise in futility to get Pinky to focus on the task at hand. “This is the last time I’ll repeat myself!” Brain shouted as he climbed up to retrieve Pinky. “We’re here for the clothes and-”

Though Brain only took fifteen seconds to ascend, Pinky managed to don a cropped, checkered top that showed off his slender stomach and a very short blue skirt in that short timeframe.

“Well, what do you think?” Pinky giggled and twirled in circles, the skirt flying in a graceful arc around his waist. “I could go square dancin’ in this, pardner! Yee-narf!”

Realizing he’d been staring at Pinky’s exposed stomach rather than making proper eye contact, Brain quickly turned away and pretended to find a row of small toy cars interesting. Next to the toy cars, there was a menagerie of small, plastic animals penned in by a colorful fence.

Part of a garden themed jigsaw puzzle served as a lawn under his feet, the pieces leading up to an enormous pink dollhouse.

Pinky took off the clothes he’d tried on, neatly threading a bent wire through the crop top and skirt and hanging them on a piece of string that served as a makeshift clothesline. There were five different clotheslines, each stocked to the brim with a variety of colorful articles.

Brain thumbed through the selection, though he didn’t feel an attachment to any of these pieces. While these clothes were designed for toys, most of them were still too big for him.

Finding something that would fit would be more difficult than he realized.

There was a large empty space past all the clotheslines, but it seemed it would be filled in soon enough. The display had all the signs of being a work in progress, and Brain couldn’t help but wonder who had the patience to put all this together. Certainly not the bored workers at the registers.

It was a welcome splash of creativity from the rest of the dull store.

“Poit. This is exactly how I imagined my dream home to be,” Pinky said in awe. He walked up to the front door and popped it open, revealing a spacious interior. Brain followed Pinky inside and they explored the first floor together, which contained a kitchen, living room, and a playroom.

“I really like the coloring on those kitchen cabinets, and the fireplace is a great touch! Very retro. And the kiddies will have a grand ol’ time in the playroom,” Pinky said as they climbed the staircase to the second floor and walked through two bedrooms and a bathroom.

“Marble countertops would make the kitchen and bathroom more refined,” Brain argued. Really, did Pinky want any visitors to think uncivilized brutes owned the house? “But the fireplace is a welcome touch.”

Pinky shrugged as they entered the master bedroom. “It’s fine as is. Now if the backyard was bigger with a dolphin-shaped swimming pool, that would be really, really amazing!”

And Brain preferred marble countertops, but since he wouldn’t be getting everything he wanted, neither would Pinky.

Brain sat on the large bed that took up half the room, the fluffy covers soft and welcoming. But they were on a mission, and future world rulers didn’t roll around on beds in an undignified manner, no matter how tempting it was.

Pinky threw open the closet doors, revealing more clothing inside. “Oh, these pajamas are lovely!” he said, pressing a yellow nightgown close to his body.

“Anything that would suit our purposes?” Brain asked. In hindsight, doing some research into what people wore for masquerade balls would’ve been helpful. He didn’t know why it slipped his mind. Perhaps Pinky’s scatterbrained traits were contagious.

“Hmmm, it’s all pajamas and casual wear,” Pinky said, flicking through the different articles. He closed the doors and reopened them, as if the formal wear would magically appear if they were out of sight. “No suits for you or the porpoises, Brain.” And he’d been so hopeful too.

“Maybe we can find something in the aisles,” Pinky said.

A sensible suggestion, for once.

Brain tried not to appear reluctant to leave the bed, but necessity demanded it. As he stood up, the fur on his neck pricked, his ears twitching towards the large window in the bedroom.

An odd sense that he was being watched came over him, and when he turned to look at the window, he saw a Terran’s eye peering into the balcony.

They stared at each other.

Then the eye blinked.

And Brain was suddenly very, very glad Snowball wasn’t here to bear witness, or he’d never hear the end of how he’d leapt onto Pinky’s back in his moment of panic.

Pinky yelped, and so did the Terran outside the window. There were several loud thuds, followed by a frantic apology.

Brain released Pinky, rubbing his face to get rid of the blush as he ran down the staircase and out the front door.

“S-sorry!” a young woman stammered as she bent down to pick up several packages of toys, only to lose her large glasses on the floor in the process. She wore the standard uniform of the store. “I didn’t think anyone would be inside! I thought one of the furniture pieces fell over, that’s all!”

Pinky hopped down from the table, picking up the woman’s glasses and pressing them into her hand. “It’s okay!” he chirped. “You scared us good, but now we can laugh about it! Oh, your name tag says Sharon! What a lovely name! I’m Pinky, that chubby alien up there is Brain, and we’re going to a party this weekend where we’ll raise awareness for the plight of frosted animal crackers!”

“That’s not the event’s objective,” Brain corrected, and he had no choice but to let Pinky come to his own conclusions. Stealing the secret weapon on Lamont property would remain classified information as promised. “And if you call me chubby again, I shall have to hurt you.”

Sharon took her glasses from Pinky with a tentative smile, then let him climb up her arm and onto her shoulder. “Zort! You have very good taste in Polly Pocket dolls!” Pinky said, peering down at the packages in her hands. “Do you collect?”

Sharon blushed. “I, um, have a lot of Beanie Babies at home. I’m not really interested in Polly Pockets, but they’d fit much better in this display than a standard Barbie.” She glanced at Brain. “I’m sorry, could you please move? I’m putting a few things in that area.”

Brain moved out of the way as Sharon carefully opened the packages. Then she placed several small tables and chairs in the empty space next to the clotheslines, bending the dolls’ legs into sitting positions and placing them on the chairs. She worked slowly and diligently, taking great caution to not knock anything over or break the items.

“Did you make all this?” Pinky asked. “It’s amazing!”

“Y-yeah, I did. The display, I mean. Not the toys.” Sharon didn’t look at Pinky as she straightened one of the Lego fences. “Store’s been on the decline, and because there’s not really much to do, I’m trying to create a few displays to generate some interest. The toys in this one were supposed to be thrown away since nobody’s buying them, even on clearance, but it just seemed so wasteful.”

She was resourceful. It was a valuable trait, but she seemed more embarrassed than anything.

“Take pride, Sharon. It’s an excellent use of parts,” Brain advised.

Pinky nodded eagerly. “And you’re saving the toys from the evil furnace! I’m sure they’re very grateful to you when you’re not looking!”

“You...you really like it?” Sharon lifted her glasses and wiped a tear from her eye. “Nobody’s ever really noticed my efforts around here.”

“Well, they should!” Pinky declared. “I’ll tell them so myself!”

Sharon smiled as Pinky hugged her face, then rejoined Brain on the table. “Thanks, but I don’t think you came to this store just to invade a toy home.”

“No, we didn’t,” Brain said, seeing his opportunity and seizing it. “We require formal clothes for a masquerade ball, and unfortunately, we haven’t seen anything of interest yet.”

“There’s plenty of interesting things in here, Brain,” Pinky said. “Like the busybody bees up on the ceiling!”

Apparently they had two very different definitions of interesting.

“Well, I can bring out some items from the back,” Sharon offered. “We had to pull the entire line of formal Zuma Ben accessories last week. Some parents found the outfits a little scandalous for their kids, so now the accessories are just going in the trash. But maybe you’ll find something to wear from the pile. Be right back, guys!” She walked away, her steps growing slightly more confident.

“Real Zuma Ben accessories?” Pinky clasped his hands to his cheek. “I’ve never worn anything like that before!”

“It’s just a name,” Brain said. He didn’t see why Pinky was treating Zuma Ben’s name like a sacred object. “As long as we’re dressed to impress, the name doesn’t matter.”

“I just think they’re pretty,” Pinky replied. “And I like looking at them, even if I can’t buy anything. Still, I’m really happy with the clothes I have now.”

But Pinky had a sizable wardrobe. Those clothes had to come from somewhere.

“So how did you obtain your clothes if you never bought them?” Brain asked.

Pinky smiled. “The scientists. They’ll drop clothes into my cage, which is really nice of them! One time, I put on this pretty sundress they gave me and I started itching really bad. I was jumping around like a tiny monkey and I managed to make them all laugh! I must’ve been quite the sight!”

Pinky laughed at the memory, but Brain was more disturbed at how the blatant act of humiliation didn’t affect him in the slightest. Then the laugh faltered and restarted at a higher pitch.

No, that initial assessment was wrong. True, Pinky could withstand many things, but not even the most resilient being could tolerate the sound of mockery for long.

Should he say something? Was an ‘I’m sorry’ sufficient? Was there any act of comfort that didn’t involve unnecessary physical contact?

Brain wanted to be decisive, but dozens of scenarios played out in his head, and none of them led to a satisfactory outcome. Tell Pinky to cease his laughter, embrace him, talk about the weather. He didn’t know.

Emotions led to nothing but trouble.

“Quit staring,” Brain snapped when Pinky wouldn’t stop watching him like he wanted something.

Pinky’s ears fell, but Sharon came back before the pang of guilt could fully settle in Brain’s stomach.

“Thanks for waiting, guys,” Sharon said as she dumped the accessory packages onto the table. “See anything you like?”

“All of them!” Pinky declared, happily tossing a three-pack of formal dresses into the air. He tried tearing it open, but the packaging wouldn’t give. Sharon helpfully tore it open for him, and Pinky made a happy, grateful sound before pulling a sparkly purple dress over his body. He twirled around. “So how do I look?”

“Lovely,” Sharon giggled as she pulled out her phone. She set it against the Lego fence, allowing Pinky to see himself in the camera app.

“I’ll put this as a maybe,” Pinky said. “But I have to give all the dresses a chance too!”

He tried four other dresses on in quick succession, and all of them went into the maybe pile.

Meanwhile, Brain searched through his choices of men’s formal wear. He wanted the best possible option for successful infiltration, but he didn’t know much about Terran fashion. His nose wrinkled at a powdered blue suit with far too many ruffles. He was fairly certain that wouldn’t garner respect on any planet, so he pushed the offending pack away from his other options.

The pure white suit would get stained too easily. He needed something darker. That one was out.

“Hey Brain, what about this one?” Pinky asked. He now wore a long sleeved lime green dress, which Brain found extremely tacky and unappealing to the eyes. Not even Pinky could salvage that monstrosity. Yet in Pinky’s hands, there was a black suit with a white shirt underneath. Not extravagant by any means, but since the coloration was similar to his conquering attire, it was the most probable choice by far.

But while Pinky was comfortable with changing in front of others, Brain wasn’t so keen on the idea.

“I require privacy,” Brain said. He took the suit from Pinky and went inside the house, shutting the door behind him and ensuring the shutters were closed.

Then he removed his gloves and jumpsuit, shivering from the cold air as he laid the items over a chair. He put on the new set of pants first, then the white collared shirt, and finally buttoned the jacket over his abdomen.

Well, it was comfortable. And it hid most of his stomach too, which was also a positive. But he needed to see how it looked in the light before making a judgment call, so he rejoined Pinky and Sharon, who were playing with different filters on her phone while Pinky wore a magnificent feathery pink dress.

“Now you really look like a flamingo,” Sharon laughed as Pinky changed the filter to sepia, the image now different shades of tan. Pinky blew a kiss to the camera. “This one’s my favorite so far,” Pinky declared with a graceful curtsey.

And the sleeveless feathery dress did seem to match his personality much better than all the other dresses. Flamboyant and quirky, but inviting and friendly as well. A darker pink feather boa was draped over his shoulders, and purple feathers fanned out from the back of his neck. A light green choker was wrapped around his neck. Then Pinky added a matching headband with a light pink tuft to complete the ensemble.

“That will certainly make an excellent first impression on the partygoers,” Brain said.

Pinky changed the phone filter back to normal with one hand, playing with the feather boa in his other. “Egad, you really think so?” he exclaimed. “Hold on a sec, Brain. Where’s the rest of your outfit?”

“Rest of?” Brain echoed. “This doesn’t require anything else.”

Pinky shook his head and dug a red bow and matching sash out of the clothes pile. “You need a few splashes of color, Brain! Or you’ll just end up a sad wilty wallflower!”

“They’d really match your circles,” Sharon added.

Well, he’d always looked good in red. It was a bold, attention-grabbing color.

Brain draped the sash over his shoulder and fastened the bow around his ear, checking himself over in Sharon’s phone. Then Pinky and Sharon started giggling for some odd reason.

“What?” Brain asked. He was presentable at a formal event now, wasn’t he?

“You’re kinda wearing it wrong,” Sharon admitted.

His ears flattened from embarrassment. Selenians typically wore practical jumpsuits with minimal accessories, and none of their databanks ever mentioned Terran outfits. They must’ve found it unimportant.

“Don’t worry, Brain. It’s an easy fix! May I?” Pinky exclaimed.

Brain nodded his permission, and Pinky removed the bow from Brain’s ear and carefully fastened it underneath his collar, taking great care to not pull the bow too tightly around his neck.

“So this isn’t a sash. It’s a cummerbund and you wear it around your stomach,” Pinky explained as he demonstrated the proper way to wear it. It was relieving to know Terrans made accessories that would hide the slight bulge, and Brain donned the cummerbund correctly.

The accessories really did match his orbs. For the first time, he was dressed to the nines and it was a glorious feeling indeed.

“Aw, you’re both so spiffy!” Sharon exclaimed. “Mind if I put a photo of this on the Twitter page to boost some interest?”

“We’ll return the favor,” Brain said. She deserved some reward for helping them out anyway.

Sharon turned her phone around, ready to snap the picture when Pinky suddenly darted out of frame. “Hold on! Narf!” he cried, shoving a small blue butterfly-themed mask into Brain’s hands and flipping a pink feathery mask over his face. “It’s a masquerade ball, you know!”

While Brain’s mask only covered the area around his eyes, Pinky’s face was mostly hidden by his birdlike mask, leaving only his bright blue eyes exposed.

“Doesn’t that tickle?” Brain inquired as Pinky stretched his boa out for a picture.

Pinky shrugged. “A little. But I don’t mind!”

“Smile for the camera, you guys!” Sharon grinned.

Brain didn’t smile, but he stood in front of the toy house while Sharon snapped pictures and Pinky struck a different pose with every shot.

Pinky’s laughter rang joyously in Brain’s ears.

He would leave that sound behind in just a few days. But it was a small price to pay for the world.

End AN: Maybe this chapter is a little disjointed, but oh well. Sharon is based off the toy store worker who helps the mice in Brain’s Night Off.

I tried to do the math for the Monopoly game and even pulled out my Monopoly property cards so I could get the amounts correct, but if anything is inaccurate I am hereby excused from responsibility because I am a writer and not a mathematician. Yes i use that excuse every time but it’s true.

Brain's outfit comes from the tuxedo he wore in the reboot's Future Brain episode. Pluto designed Pinky's outfit herself (somehow we both were thinking lots of pink feathers for Pinky) and deserves all the credit for it cause it's so beautiful. I chose a butterfly mask for Brain and a flamingo theme for Pinky.

#pinky and the brain #patb fanfiction #patb nova

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iambrooke · 3 years

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Summary: Lucifer thought you were dead until god sent you to check up on him. Lucifer always had feelings for you but you but it was forbidden.

TW: Swearing, mention of depression (sorry if I miss label TW)

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You elegantly flew into Lucifer's penthouse, your white wings glimmering behind you.

The white silky dress you were wearing trailed behind you as you walked. You looked like a queen. You walked confidently into the middle of the room, your bare feet making no noise as you walked.

You didn't bother hiding your wings, you wouldn't need to since it was Lucifer you were visiting.

He thought you were dead. He watched you get slaughtered by god himself, but as it turns out it was all an act.

It broke Lucifer because he always had feelings for you. You were one of the reasons he rebelled against god. You had to admit you had feelings for Lucifer too, but as you have been watching over him from heaven it seemed he would never accept anything from god again.

Lucifer was in his room, drinking away at a glass of whiskey when you entered the penthouse. Although you entered almost silently he still heard something.

Confusion took over his features. He cautiously peered around the corner to be met with your shimmering Y/E/C eyes.

No it wasn't possible, it couldn't be. He watched you die.

"I'm real" you said quietly.

He shook his head from side to side rapidly, trying to convince himself that he was imagining it. Sadness fought for dominance over all the other emotions he was feeling.

"No I-I watched you die I did" he cried.

You started walking towards him, as if he were a scared doe. Tears were lying at bay in your eyes, wanting to fall but you blinked them away. Lucifer however let them fall freely.

Once You had finally reached him you placed your hand on his cheek wiping away his tears.

"Lucifer, I'm real I promise"

It seemed to all piece together in his mind.

"Did dear old dad send you?" He questioned.

"I- Lucifer"

"No! Did he send you!" He yelled.

The sadness that was there before no longer remained in Lucifer.

"Yes, he did" you whispered.

"Oh of course he did! What a shit show this is, apparently you were dead and now your not What's next!"

Tears started streaming down your angelic face. God had sent you down to Lucifer to check up on him because god was getting worried about him. Yes, it was true god still cared about Lucifer he was his son after all. God had noticed that Lucifer had been falling into depression on earth and he wanted to send you down to pull him out of that dark state. He always knew that Lucifer had feelings for you and he thought you would be a great fit for him but that was until he created Chloe Decker.

He thought that Chloe would be better for him after Amenadiel blessed Penelope Decker. You thought that god was being absurd, you told him that you had feelings for Lucifer but he didn't care.

"Lucifer! You cannot yell at me for being forced into something that I didn't agree to in the first place, it was your father's idea not mine!" You couldn't help but shout back. Although you were an angel you were very short tempered.

"Oh that's bullshit! You could've" before he could finish you cut him off.

"No I couldn't have! God told me that if I made my existence known to you he would make sure that I would never see you again, I did it because I love you!"

It might have been the heat of the moment but you were shocked at the three words that had just came out of your mouth. Lucifer looked shocked too, all of his anger fading away. Your hand flew over you mouth.

"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have- mm!"

Lucifer cut your rambling with a passionate kiss full of all different emotions. It felt like a long lost fuse had been ignited and it felt great.

After awhile it felt like you were drowning, not a bad drowning but a good drowning. No. You weren't drowning you just needed air. Sadly you ended the long needed kiss from Lucifer taking in a breath to feed your hungry lungs. The two of you stood together foreheads pressed together and his hands on your waist.

"I love you too" he said softly.

You couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.

"I don't know what I would've done without any thoughts of you during my time on earth, your my guardian angel"

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A/N : let me know if this was a good imagine I'm still getting used to Tumblr! Once again I'm sorry if I miss labelled the TW. - request are wanted!

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Thank you for reading!

-B

#lucifer #Morningstar #tv #fanfic #requests #actors #fiction #writers #wattpad #i wanna be in love #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar

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joon-ipersgirl · 4 years

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O4 - “serendipity”

genre: strangers to lovers!au, angst, fluff

pairing: jimin x reader (f)

summary: they say home is where the heart is. you’re convinced yours was taken the day your father died. until you meet jimin.

you believe in love but after watching men cycle through your mother’s arms, rocky relations with ex-boyfriends, and broken friendships, you no longer see it in your future. so much so, you never settle in one place long enough to create ties and call it home, choosing a job where you’re always on the go and on your own.

on a chance encounter on a flight from new york city to bali, indonesia, you meet. flustered by jimin’s flirty advances but understanding and good-natured tendencies, you start to fall. what starts off as a work-trip soon blossoms into a budding romance, but will jimin’s secret destroy the relationship before it’s had the chance to truly begin?

word count: 5.5k

warnings: cursing, lots of fluff lol

a/n: part 4 wow! this is my favorite part i’ve written so far. it was a little difficult to edit but we made it. i hope you guys enjoy it. it might be a while before the next part is posted because i have to finish writing and i’ve had major writer’s block lmao, but i’ll try and update my updates page as often as i can. thank you guys for your comments and likes. as always, they are very much so appreciated. thank you to vi for listening to me rant about my stories. enjoy everyone!

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Jimin looked drained by the time his conversation was over. His hair was out of place from the numerous times he had run his fingers through it out of frustration. Even his eyes looked like they had lost their usual glimmer, instead clouded with anger and exasperation. Though you hadn’t known him for long - in fact, you’re sure it had really only been 40 hours - you knew something was wrong from the downturn of his lips.

“Ready to go?” Jimin asked as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

“Is everything okay?” you asked as you stood and pocketed your own phone, your own happiness taking a backseat to check on him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He ran his fingers through his hair again and looked away from you. “Just some stuff back home.”

“Work stuff?” you suggested with a wry smile. He returned it.

“Yeah, work stuff,” he said with a laugh.

As you headed back in the direction of the hostel, your thoughts drifted back to Milo. Seeing his photo made your heart pound in your chest in the best and worst way possible. He still looked like your little brother, but you knew time had brought changes you weren’t around for. Though Adele said she had given him your number, it was quite possible that he wouldn’t want to speak to you, not after you left him at the worst possible time. It would be a miracle if you could fix what was broken. What you broke.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You blinked up at Jimin.

“I asked if you were hungry?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Food sounds good right now,” you replied.

“Great, because I owe you a meal anyway,” he grinned.

“Oh, you mean for not finding me breakfast at 2:30 in the morning?” you teased. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Yeah, that,” he mumbled and slipped his hand in your as he tugged you through the streets of Hong Kong.

Jimin maneuvered through the bustling crowd with ease, their chatter filling the spaces between you. The evening was still as hot as the daytime and your hair started clinging to the side of your face. You knew there was a fine sheen of sweat present on your skin; you could feel it. You passed by numerous food places, but none of them were up to Jimin’s standard. All the while, his hand never left yours. You were actually starting to like it even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

“Yeah, this looks like the spot,” Jimin commented as you stopped abruptly in front of the establishment.

Mingsu’s was a quaint little restaurant nestled between some larger chains. Four sets of plastic tables and chairs sat on the sidewalk under a clear awning. The smell of food wafted from the open front door and your stomach grumbled. Yeah, this was definitely the spot.

“Your seat m’lady.” Jimin pulled out your chair and you sat carefully in it; these were the kind that would lay you on your ass and not think twice about it.

“Why thank you, kind Sir.” You bowed your head as a lady would curtsy. He sat across from you looking like he really could be the son of a mighty Lord during the Anglo-Saxon time period come home from the hunt, his hair sticking to his forehead.

It didn’t take long for your waitress, a middle-aged woman who looked to be just as hot as you were, to come and take your order. You listened in awe again as Jimin translated your orders. To think that it would be just your luck to be stranded in a foreign country with a man who also happened to speak the native tongue. God really looked out for you here and you couldn’t be more indebted.

“So how exactly did you learn to speak Cantonese?” you asked, swirling your straw between the ice cubes in your glass full of water, the condensation sliding down the sides. Your curiosity had finally gotten the best of you.

“My dad, actually. He taught me Korean and Cantonese simultaneously,” he replied, sipping on his Coke. “It wasn’t that fun in the moment, but I guess it comes in handy every now and then.”

“Like when you’re stranded in a foreign country because your plane got fucked up?”

“More like when you want to impress a pretty girl.” He grinned as he rested his chin on his palm while he stared at you. You blushed under his gaze.

“I can only imagine how flirty Mr. Park senior is,” you said with a laugh.

“Actually, he’s not. All the traits of me you find quite insufferable -” he added air quotes around the word “- are from my mom. Dad always thought we were ganging up on him when I was a kid, but Mom and I just have the same sense of humor,” he said with a shrug.

“Your mom and you are closer then I assume?” You couldn’t fathom being close with Adele, not after all of her shit, but it was nice to hear that someone enjoyed their mother’s company.

“As close as you can be when she lives 4,242 miles away,” he chuckled. You gasped. Before you could continue your conversation, your waitress returned with your roasted pork buns, stir-fried beef and flat noodles, steamed sticky rice, and an array of side dishes. Your mouth watered at the sight and you and Jimin wasted no time tucking in.

“Wait, I thought you were a vegetarian?” you asked after swallowing. Jimin glanced up at you with a mouth full roasted pork bun like a deer in headlights.

“Not really. Well, I guess that isn’t correct. I do my part to reduce my meat intake when I’m at home, but when I’m traveling, I like to indulge a little in the local delicacies of the world,” he answered.

“And that doesn’t fuck your stomach up?” You grimaced at the thought.

“Why? Are you worried about me?”

“No, I’m worried about that cramped bathroom we have back at the hostel.” Jimin laughed. “Especially if you decide you need to -”

“I promise you Y/N, I’ll be okay. Trust me.” you continued to eye him warily as you chewed some noodles. You hoped he was right.

“Does your mom really live 4,000 miles from you?” Jimin nodded but told you to hold that thought as he called your waitress over. Throughout their brief conversation, you thought you heard the word ‘sake’ being mentioned and you panicked slightly at the thought of drinking with Jimin. You didn’t know how you would act. Hell, you weren’t sure how he would act if drunk words were sober thoughts.

“To answer your question, yes. She does. She lives in the United Kingdom. Has done for the past 11 years. We text a lot and talk on the phone whenever the time difference permits.”

“Wow, your parents must love it there!” you exclaimed, picturing the London Eye, the double-decker red buses, and Buckingham Palace. London had been on my list of places to travel for a long time, but it had never worked out.

“Mom does, Dad didn’t. He’s back home now, home being Korea. No, they aren’t divorced or separated,” Jimin said, answering your unasked question after noticing your wide eyes. “They have a long-distance relationship and fly out to see one another every couple of weeks.”

“Sounds expensive,” you muttered.

Jimin graciously accepted the teapot and two porcelain white cups your waitress brought over, somehow finding space for them in between the various plates. He poured you a full cup and pushed it in front of you, waiting for me to accept his challenge as he raised his own glass, his usual mischievous glimmer back in his eyes. You carefully picked it up and watched the wispy tendrils of steam evaporate in the air.

“Sip, don’t toss it back,” Jimin guided you. “A toast! To friendship. And to love,” he tacked on playfully. You smiled as you clinked glasses and sipped the clear rice wine. Though it looked like water, it definitely didn’t taste like it.

“And it is expensive,” Jimin continued. “But they do it because they love each other. I guess you could call it an unconventional marriage. They realized they work a lot better apart than being in the same space. They tried to do it the traditional way, Dad convincing Mom to move back to Korea with him while she was pregnant with me and the two of them getting married. She did it for a while too until she just physically couldn’t. She loved my Dad, but she loved herself enough to be honest with him when things weren’t working and they figured it out together. Now, they’re extremely happy,” he ended with a laugh and finished the remainder of his drink.

“So you were born in Korea?”

“Yes.”

“But you live in the United States?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I just -”

“Is it because I don’t speak in accented English?”

“No!” you cried out in embarrassment. “That’s not what I meant at all!” Jimin’s unrestrained laugh rang out and it was only then that you realized he was teasing. Again. You tossed back the rest of my drink, unsure of whether your face was burning because of the alcohol or him.

“Relax, Shutterfly. I’m not offended. Dad took me to the U.S. after Mom moved back to the U.K. I lost my accent when I got to high school because you know, teenagers suck and they like to bully you when you’re different.” You nodded in complete understanding. The harsh whispers of girls older than you and with the memories of them shoving you onto the ground because you were smaller and looked like you were easy to pick on trickled down from the deep recesses of your mind. “Enough about me though,” Jimin said as he refilled your cup, “How about you? What’s your family like?”

You paused as he waited for you to answer. You toyed with how much you would say to him, how much he really deserved to know. Jimin could afford to be open with you; his family sounded normal, cool even. Your family was a little bit more fucked up than his. you sighed and pushed your fingers through your hair.

“You know, the usual. Dad’s dead, mom’s a bitch, brother hates me,” you replied, your words blending into one another as you waved off the subject with a hand. Jimin stared at you evenly as he processed what you had just said. He cleared his throat before asking if you wanted to elaborate.

“Not really, but it’s okay,” you answered.

“No, Y/N,” he placed his hand on top of mine. “If you really don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to.”

“Seriously, it’s cool. It’ll probably do me a lot of good to finally let it all out,” you said with a sigh. “My parents’ love story isn’t like yours. I mean, it kind of started off the same, but it definitely didn’t end that way.” Jimin nodded as he chewed in silence. Your own plate was now left untouched.

“So my dad named me. I was his little girl, his princess. He wasn’t from the best side of town and often got into it with a lot of the local gang members. He saw a lot of shitty stuff and so he left as soon as he turned 18. He landed in California and that’s where he met Adele. Her family had just moved there and she decided to be rebellious and hook up with my dad, acting out because she didn’t want to leave her old life behind. She ended up pregnant with me 2 years later at 18 after they ‘fell in love’,” you said, adding the air quotes around the phrase.

“Being the honorable man that he was, he decided to marry my mother and moved her to New York where he thought he could take better care of her. More job opportunities as and what not. Two years later, my brother came along and things were going pretty good, except when Adele started demanding more and more shit. Dad tried to provide, working longer hours, but it was never enough. Eventually, it was too much. He died of a heart attack when I was in high school. I was sixteen,” you finished. You didn’t look at Jimin as you drained your sake.

“Thank you for sharing that with me even though you didn’t really want to. I appreciate it,” he said solemnly. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“No, it’s fine. Only fair.”

“I don’t think fair is in this equation,” he chuckled and you laughed along with him. “Why do you think your brother hates you?” he asked after a beat.

“Because I left him,” you responded. “I left him alone and ran away from all my problems as soon as I turned 18.” Regret bubbled in your chest as you remembered purposefully ignoring the wave of text messages he sent you and carried on with your new life, focusing on your new man.

“I don’t think he hates you, Y/N.” you laughed bitterly. “Where’d you run away to?”

“California.”

“You sound a lot like your dad,” he replied with a smile. “Viva la revolución right?”

You groaned and covered your face in your hands. “Please don’t tell me you speak Spanish too.” you muttered a string of curses in the language before clamping your hands over your mouth in case he could hear and understand you.

“I don’t, but I see you do. You never told me you could speak Spanish,” he commented as he sipped more sake.

“You never asked,” you teased, your smile humorous as you stared at him from over your own cup.

Jimin’s cheeks had a pretty pink hue from the alcohol. In addition, the alcohol seemed to amplify the gleam in his eyes further as he teased you throughout your conversation. Under the low lighting of Mingsu’s, his skin glowed, a thin sheen of sweat present that you found oddly attractive on him. You closed your eyes gently as you willed the troublesome thoughts away. This was not the time nor the place for them to pop up, not with more than a few ounces of sake under your belt.

You finished the rest of your food, Jimin eating much more than you, and chatted more. You found out he was a freelance museum curator that was under contract for a few different small museums in New York City. A huge downplay on his part, but it explained how he knew so much about art and had all these artsy friends. He was well-educated with a Masters in Fine Arts, a concentration in Art History, and you felt intimidated as you’d barely managed to scrape together an Associates degree.

“Hey look!” Jimin turned his phone screen to you after it chimed. “Looks like we really are leaving tomorrow. Joy even got us seats next to each other like she promised,” he said.

“Of course she did,” you mumbled, remembering Joy’s enthusiasm over Jimin.

“What was that?” he asked as he cupped his ear with his hand.

“I said ‘Yay! Joy managed to get us to sit together. How fantastic. Now we can sit together again’,” you lied with fake zeal.

“Hmm. That’s what I thought you said. Though for a minute there I thought you were jealous of the attention I was getting from other women.” You could tell the nonchalance in his voice was just as fake as the enthusiasm in your own.

“Me? Jealous over you?” You snorted at the thought. Jimin held his chest, his face falling in a look of fake disappointment.

“Damn Y/N, all you had to do was say you didn’t like me -”

“I never said that!”

“Ah, so you do like me then?” He wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned across the table.

“I never said that either!” you giggled and pointed your finger at him. He pretended to bite it and you pulled it away squealing. Jimin laughed at your reaction as the waitress came over. He pulled out his wallet and you scrambled to take out your own until you realized you’d left your own wallet back at the hostel. You blanched.

“Jimin I can’t let you pay for all this!” The mountain of empty plates a reminder of just how much you had eaten.

“Of course you can,” he said as he handed over his card. You scrambled for something to say, to make him return his card, but it was already too late. You shook your head furiously.

“I can pay you back, seriously. This was a lot of food. And then the drinks!” you squeaked. Alcohol was expensive and you had consumed two full teapots of sake. “Please, Jimin,” you begged.

He held his ground as he signed the check and the waitress began removing the dirty dishes. “Absolutely not, Shutterfly. I still owe you an actual breakfast and think of this as me showing you what it’s like to be wined and dined. Mr. Park senior taught me never to let a woman pay for a meal, and I won’t start now, especially not with you.” He stood up and came to stand in front of you, holding his hands out as if he knew you could potentially wobble from the alcohol flowing through your system. “Let someone take care of you for once, yeah? Let me take care of you.”

You stared up at him, surprised at his words. It had been a long time since you’d heard anything like that. It had been a long time since you had let anyone come close to caring for you, determined that you would do it for yourself. Jimin was truly worming his way under your skin and you didn’t like it. You closed your eyes at the thought of Jimin really being there for you and it shook you to your core. Letting out a shaky breath, you placed your hands gently in his as he helped you to your feet, accepting his offer. On one condition.

“Only for tonight,” you whispered into his chest, not daring to look up into his deep brown eyes, but he forced you to as he dragged his lips tenderly against the back of your knuckles.

“Okay,” he agreed. His eyes never left yours and you started to squirm under his intense gaze. He pulled you into his side, tucking you under his arm. “Come on, I want to show you something,” he whispered into your hair as if the words were a secret only meant for the two of you. A shiver ran down your spine as his lips brushed against your temple though you were hotter than before from the alcohol in the humid night.

Jimin took you down the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui, pressing you close to him as you walked along leisurely. Little street vendors lined the sidewalk selling sweet treats that made you wish you hadn’t eaten as much so you could try one. You inhaled the scent and tried to commit the smell to memory, wanting to always remember how untroubled you felt though so many things had gone wrong, wanting to really remember how many things had gone.

“We’re here,” Jimin said excitedly and removed his arm from around your shoulder, settling for just holding your hand. You immediately missed the warmth of being against his side.

Here was a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and lounge called Switch!. Its outer brick walls contrasted with the smooth window panes of the establishments next to it. A heavy wooden door rattled as the thumping bass echoed off it. There were a few stragglers standing outside smoking cigarettes as they laughed and joked with one another. Jimin turned to you and grinned, excitement etched across his features.

“Jimin,” you said with uncertainty. “It’s getting kind of late,” you trailed off.

“It’s only a little after ten, Y/N. Come on. This place is really cool,” he insisted. You chewed your lip, not sure whether you could make it a minute longer. Between the alcohol in your bloodstream and the cigarette smoke starting to swirl in your lungs, you were feeling a little out of your element. “Please, Shutterfly,” he pouted. “I promise to have you back home by midnight and before your carriage turns back into a pumpkin.” You rolled your eyes but remembered Michael’s words about enjoying the moment.

“Fine,” you huffed and pulled open the hefty door. Jimin followed closely after.

Switch! resembled your favorite grunge dive bar. It was extremely dark, the only source of lighting being a few strips of LED lights lining the floor and ceilings, and some weak yellow light bulbs. The bar itself was long and made with beautiful redwood that somehow managed to shine in the dim lighting. An extensive alcohol collection sat on the numerous shelves behind the bar. Next to it was a corkboard that was nearly filled with little polaroid pictures of previous patrons. A live band was the source of the thumping bass you had heard outside and you let it wash over me, vibrating the very core of your bones. It seemed like Jimin had a knack for choosing great places.

The two of you headed over to sit in one of the small booths, a waiter appearing immediately to take your order. Jimin asked for two sake bombs to start you off, something about keeping the trend of the night, and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the rickety wooden table. You watched him start to lose himself in the music as he kept time with the beat, his head swaying slowly. His posture exaggerated the broad expanse of his back and you stewed silently behind him, almost cursing his parents for creating a man as attractive as this. You crossed your legs at the knee.

Your waiter returned with your drinks and Jimin yelled a thank you over the loud music. Internally, you were grateful that it was too loud for you to continue your conversation as you were sure Jimin would continue his fervent flirting and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. Not after accepting his offer of letting him take care of you for the night. You took a large sip of the alcoholic mixture. Jimin leaned back and turned his head to you, his hand resting on your bare thigh.

“Do you like it? Are you having fun?” he asked loudly. You winced as his voice pierced through your eardrum.

“Yeah! This is cool. The band is really good!” you yelled back and he grinned, his smile a little lopsided no doubt from the alcohol. His eyes continued to sparkle as he stared down at you. With his hand on your thigh and his face seeming to move closer, all the air felt like it was sucked out of the room. Your heart pounded in your chest as his eyes drifted down to your lips -

“Excuse me?!” Your head snapped around to the individual yelling at you just as Jimin had closed the distance between you, his lips brushing the corner of yours. You could feel his lips stretch into a smile against your cheek as his nose pressed into your skin. You were quite positive he could feel the burn radiating off your cheeks. “Would you guys like to take a picture for our polaroid wall?” the man yelled again. In his hands was a teal polaroid camera.

“Is it free?” you yelled and tried to create some distance between you and Jimin. The photographer laughed and nodded his head.

“Can we get a copy of them to keep?” Jimin asked.

“Sure! I can take a few extra for you guys,” he replied with a shrug. “You guys ready?” Jimin nodded and slipped his arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip with the other still resting on your knee. He smushed your faces together as the first picture was taken. The photographer took an additional three more after determining your smile wasn’t wide enough in the first one.

“I’ll leave these with you to develop. When you choose the one you guys want us to hang up, just drop it off at the bar. Thanks again!” He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom!” You didn’t wait for Jimin to respond as you eased your way out of the booth and scurried off.

Locking yourself into the single-stall restroom, you tried to catch your breath. You and Jimin had nearly kissed. It wasn’t something you’d dreamed about in an alcohol-induced haze. He had really leaned in like he wanted to kiss you. You pressed your hands to your face to stop the smile from bursting across your cheeks. You covered your face with your hands as you recognized the familiar tick in your chest. A crush. You giggled to yourself as you pushed your hands through your hair. You had a fucking crush on Park Jimin and you were a teensy bit okay with it. A knock at the door burst your bubble of revelation and you quickly washed your hands, apologizing to the other woman as you slipped by her.

“So I think we should give this one to them,” Jimin suggested, pushing the four photos over to you as you sat beside him again. He was pointing to the second one of you where we were both grinning like mad men as he had pressed his face against your own. “The other ones are too cute.”

He was right. The third was Jimin kissing your cheek and you covering your mouth in shock at his actions. The final one was him smiling into your cheek, caressing the other side as he pulled you against him and you smiled with your eyes closed and rested your hand against his arm. This one was your favorite.

“Yeah, you’re right. These came out a lot better than I thought they would,” you said, the bar much quieter as another band got prepared for their set.

“Why wouldn’t they turn out great?” he asked confused.

“You know, the lighting and stuff. Plus my hair and we’ve been drinking so I know my face is all -”

“Stop. You look amazing. Look!” Jimin held the pictures up for you though you were already looking at them; it seemed he was a little more drunk than you were. “Absolutely beautiful,” he added. You smiled softly at him as he placed your favorites into his wallet. “Okay, I’m going to go give them this one. Do you want another drink?” You shook my head no, still nursing your first, and watched him meander his way through the crowd gathered to hear the band. They started up a moment later, a smooth rhythm of R’n’B playing out through the speakers. The beat was infectious and you closed your eyes, dancing in your seat. It felt good to not be concerned with anything, though work still plagued the back of your mind.

“I didn’t know you could dance!” Jimin yelled over the music. You hadn’t noticed his return and his voice startled you.

“I don’t dance!” You said with a laugh.

“But you just were!”

“I really wouldn’t call that dancing, Jimin.”

“Well, show me what is then.” He held his hand out to you. More people had started to dance as well, the change in the atmosphere quite apparent. “Don’t you want to see what dance moves we have stored in the Park family?” You laughed and nearly fell out of the booth trying to imagine Mr. Park senior getting down at the family parties. You were quite intrigued.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand after taking another generous mouthful of beer and led him onto the makeshift dance floor. Jimin spun you around to face him and guided your hands around his neck while his hands rested on your lower back, the two of you swaying in time to the song. It was gentle and sweet and you hid your face in his chest as he spun you around. Jimin looked happy as you danced hand in hand, laughing when you stumbled from being inebriated. You hoped that his phone call was as far back in his mind as you physically were from the United States.

You danced for God knows how long until your feet started to hurt and the two of you were almost wet with sweat, lost in the music and the soft touches of one another. Jimin made good on his promise and had you back at the hostel before midnight. If anyone had been downstairs, you would have looked like any lovesick teenagers sneaking home in the dead of night. You were grateful that William and Sonia hadn’t decided to wait up for you as you giggled your way to your room, you hushing Jimin as he unlocked your door.

“Thank you for taking me there, Jimin. I had a really good time tonight,” you said as you kicked off your sneakers and grabbed your sleep shirt and toothbrush.

“It was no trouble at all. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I had a really good time too,” he replied as he tugged his shirt over his head. Your eyes widened as you took in his smooth torso, the sprinkle of hair starting at his belly button and disappearing into his shorts that he was currently removing -

“Okay! I’m gonna go wait outside while you change! Let me know when you’re done,” you squeaked out and winced at the force at which you closed the door. You could hear Jimin chuckle from the other side. It was becoming quite tiring being flustered around him.

After receiving the all-clear from Jimin to re-enter, you slipped into the bathroom to change and brush your teeth. It was stupid at how happy you were to see your toothbrushes sitting next to each other in the little holder. Tugging the shirt down as far as it would go over your hips, you poked your head around the door to see Jimin already under the covers, one hand holding his book and the other tucked behind his head. So much for getting into bed without being seen. You folded your shorts and shirt, placing them on top of your backpack as you mentally prepared to face Jimin.

“I hope you don’t mind me not taking a shower. I didn’t think it was a good idea with the amount that I had to drink and I definitely don’t think you’re strong enough to pull me out of the shower if I fell,” he said, still not looking at you.

“Hey! I could probably manage!” you yelled, slightly offended that he thought you were weak.

“A naked me? Y/N, you can barely look at me with clothes on,” he snorted and set his book down on the nightstand and looked at you. You blushed as your eyes fell on the gold chain around his neck; he had decided not to wear a shirt to bed tonight. You watched him take in your figure, his eyes roaming over on your bare thighs for a few seconds longer than necessary. “But, if you think you can, I can go -” he started pulling the covers back but you cut him off.

“Nope!” you yelled and held your arms out as if you could magically force him not to move. “It’s fine, really. We can just go to sleep. Wouldn’t want you to get concussed or anything before our flight,” you mumbled. Double-checking the door was locked, you flicked off the light. You stubbed your toe just as you were about to climb in and Jimin laughed.

“Not as fun when it happens to you, right?” You punched his shoulder as you settled under the covers facing away from him, pretending to be mad. “Ah Y/N, come on.” Jimin shifted so he was cuddled up behind you, his hand thrown over your waist. “You’re not really mad at me, are you Shutterfly?” He pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your neck and you shivered. You could feel his grin against your skin again. Truly the bane of your existence.

“No, I’m not mad at you,” you mumbled.

“Good,” he replied and gave you a squeeze. “Thank you for telling me part of your story, for trusting me with that. Thank you for also letting me take care of you tonight. I hope you let me do it again,” he said as he pulled you closer against him and you sighed.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss against your cheek, his lips lingering once again.

“Goodnight, Jimin,” you whispered back as he buried his face into your shoulder.

That night, you dreamed of museums, Mingsu’s, and live music.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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First Loves, Gentle Kisses, and Families (Sriracha, Part 28.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Eleven bringing more people to your life was something that was terrifying, yet fun and full of adventure at the same time. And there were more exciting news about to come from the Hawkins Lab.

A/N: The Snow Ball is approaching, romance is in the air, everyone is feeling good, this is going to be fluffy.

Word count: 2.3 K

Tagging: @nemodoren, @creedslove, @missdictatorme

Master list: H E R E

It was just a matter of time before you found your way to at least respect the children Eleven was friends with. There was this Sinclair boy, Lucas, who always had some dumb jokes that made you at least chuckle. There was Dustin, who sometimes had the front teeth and sometimes he hadn’t got any because of some weird illness he had. There was also Maxine, who was quiet, but she liked to cook with you and Eleven. You already knew Will and his Dungeons and Dragons and you’ve seen Mike around already, so there was no surprise there.

Just before December was about to start, you first noticed that Mike and Eleven maybe are a thing. You noticed those careful touches that you shouldn’t see, you could notice how aware Mike is around you and how El blushed every time he looked at her.

Once, you asked Hopper about that when you were about to lay in the bed.

“Hey, I feel like you’re keeping some secrets away from me.” - You furrowed and put on your pajama pants, putting your hair in a comfortable hairstyle, so it wouldn’t bother you during the night. Hopper's eyes closed as he tried to guess what you're talking about. His eyes popped out then, figuring out that you had found out about the lab stuff, and his arm hugged the blanket a bit tighter. - “You do?” - Hopper mumbled, his voice cracking a bit.

“Obviously. I feel like there is something weird every time I get back to Hawkins, like, you know, there’s something different. Almost… Almost as if you and El are keeping some secrets and other things away from me. Did you know anything about that?” - A clear amusement could be heard in your voice, which made his testicles crawl back inside of his belly. Was he about to be bitched down as a fourth-grader who came home late? Were you about to turn into a furious, yelling, plate-throwing demon he was used to? - “Do I know about what, exactly?” - The man asked as he watched your body laying down next to him, cuddling to him in the ice-cold late November night.

“You didn’t see that? El and Mike? You hadn’t noticed?” - You giggled, turning your head at him, smiling. Hopper could feel the damn relief falling off of his back. It was just El and Mike… Well. It was his daughter and that little Wheeler bastard you were talking about. That was when his eyebrow got a spasm.

“Oh, come on, don’t be a jackass. First love is the most beautiful one, James.” - Your laughter could be heard when you watched Hopper having a facial expression of rock. His hand was thrown over your waist, yet his body was ridiculously tensed. - “Hopper, stop this, don’t act like a fucking idiot. She is our princess, yes, but this would come over the time either way. And I like this Mike Wheeler. I know him since the day he was born, he’s a good kid.”

With that, Hopper shoved his face into the pillow, grunting annoyedly at you supporting Eleven’s damn choice. This battle was lost even before it started - he knew that he could go against you and your opinion, theoretically speaking, but you would pull out such arguments that it would make him sit on his damn ass. - “I’m with these two together way more than you. I know how Mike acts around her and I know he’s damn sweet to her. Let it be Hopper.” - You whispered to his ear before you slowly brushed your fingers under his t-shirt. Yes. This argument and battle were lost long before it even started.

The life went on, how much more could you possibly say? You went to work, studied in your free time, took care of Eleven, her friends and Hopper - the life in its entirety has never been better when you thought about it. Eleven was properly happy for the first time in forever and you couldn’t be happier about that.

It was a week after December started - and a week remaining to Snow Ball. Early Christmas, Hopper called it jokingly, but he was right. When he came home that day, you hadn’t expected him to be there that soon. You were pleasantly surprised because you and the kids were just in the half of a karaoke marathon and you were just staying Ghostbusters with a small help from Will the Wise himself. Hopper watched you with an amused smile - there was something magical about watching you work with children; whether it was studying with El or making dumb things with the whole gang, you always made it fun for both sides.

Last time he came in and you were just doing stuff, you played D&D. And oh my, you were just lost - visibly lost at what the hell was happening. Mike and Lucas helped you with building a character and you even got pretty far into the story, with the help of the boys, of course, but you still didn’t have any idea about what the goddamn hell is going on. You only knew that some kind of Minotaur had sliced you in half and just like that, you were dead and out of the whole story.

So this time, seeing you slaying Ray Parker’s song, that was a pleasure. And it was damn sweet when you repeated Who you gonna call? and the gang yelled back Ghostbusters! with lots of laughs as the melody slowly faded away.

“Would you mind if I steal Mr. Parker here for a minute or..?” - Hopper asked once the song ended.

“Only if Lucas and Dustin won’t cheat during Never Surrender. Mike, you’ll watch them and if they do cheat, points down.” - You said, a bit sad that you won’t see Dustin and Lucas chaotically yelling the romantic song. They were bickering about something, but you just walked to Hopper, smiling at them. - “Yada yada yada, can’t hear you. Do your best and don’t cheat or you’re out. I’m not playing games with karaoke.”

Hopper took you to the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed even if you said it’s completely pointless. Only when you finally sat down and heard Corey Hart and Dustin in sync yelling the first verse, Hopper gave you a completely normal envelope. You smiled at him before taking it out of his hands. And boy, when you finally opened it, you were taken away, watching that piece of stamped paper in your fingers.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” - The man kneeling in front of you whispered, smoothing both your thighs. You started shaking with excitement. Your eyes were scanning the paper to see if it isn't fake. But it seemed to be real.

“Is… Is this… Are you for… Is it even real? Are you telling me..?” - You whispered, watching the adoption certificate of Jane Hopper, presumably Eleven, in your palms.

“You’re now officially a proud mom.” - Hopper smiled with tears in his damn eyes. It was so pleasurable to see you as happy as you were in that moment. You were crying like a baby, let’s face it, but you tried to contain yourself just because there was only a piece of cloth between you and a room full of teenagers.

This was something huge, something you thought you would never achieve. That piece of paper was saying that Eleven is yours and no-one could deny that. And the document was even official, which was just breathtaking. You cried along with Jim in the backroom for the next ten minutes before you walked into Lucas and Max performing Material Girl from Madonna. And Lucas was just slaying the whole text while Max performed the backup vocals.

Not an hour from that, while Hopper decided to read something, the moment you didn’t like came by - Steve Nanny McFee Harrington came to pick up the boys and Max to drive them home. But you weren’t quite done with the contest, so you walked into the cold evening and looked at him. That was a thing you haven’t done before. You haven’t spoken to Steve in almost a year, which was crazy to think of since he was a big part of your life before.

“Hey, wanna come in? It’s freezing out there!” - You called in the direction of the car, smiling at the boy. He watched you like a dear in the headlights, trying to make out if you’re making fun of him or not. But when your smile widened even more than before, he stopped the engine and walked to the cabin, hearing first notes of Runaway, Max's song of choice.

“Hi there.” - You whispered with a smile, looking at the boy. Steve seemed to be mature. You didn’t know why or how was that possible, but the boy in front of your eyes looked… Really like an adult.

“Yeah, h-hey.” - Steve got out of his lips before you closed the door after him. The kids waved at him before continuing with their little karaoke. You, without hesitation, prepared Steve some warm chocolate so he wouldn’t freeze. The cabin was warm enough, but that boy just seemed to be cold. - “Haven’t talked to you in a while… How… Are things?” - He asked awkwardly as he looked around the cabin.

There was Eleven’s drawing hanging on the fridge, a lot of her pictures, there were even pictures of her and her friends there - you especially loved the one where Dustin was pretending that he had rabies when you made them Hopper’s triple-decker extravaganza one evening. There were pictures of you and Hopper side by side, pictures when you were alone with El - like hugging her on the couch or cooking with her. It was obvious that you had a family life and that you’re happy with it. It felt strange to see his former best friend’s sister, and his past crush, to have such a life at such an age and to be happy with it.

“They’re going just great. A year ago, I wouldn’t ever think that I can have a life like this, yet, here we are. It’s kind of a miracle.” - You smiled, giving him the mug, making yourself one as well. - “How are you? You and Nance are still hitting it off?” - You smiled wickedly, but as soon as you could see his miserable face, you knew that you hit some soft spot in steve.

“No. I was, in fact, a terrible boyfriend and she started dating Jonathan Byers a month ago, they seem happy, tho. A terrible boyfriend, would you believe that? Just as you always told me.” - Steve turned the awkwardness into a joke, but you punched his shoulder with a giggle.

“I have never told you that you’d be a terrible boyfriend, Harrington. I just told that you and me? That wouldn’t work. And I told you a million times, again and again.” - You told him, looking him in the face with a smile on your lips, feeling a bit better around him each passing minute.

“Turned out I’m the best single mom Hawkins High basketball team had ever seen.” - Steve said proudly, which made you laugh again.

“Listen, dude, I love you and I always did. But not in the way you desperately wanted me to. You’re like a little brother to me - whatever happens, call me, we can hang out, talk things out, yeah?” - You offered him a sisterly hug and Steve accepted, smiling into your shoulder. - “Don’t you forget I’ve seen you running naked around our pool when you were small.” - You whispered, making him hug you even tighter.

He got over the crush some time ago, but the shock of you dating Hopper was just so huge, that he never brought himself to say hi to you when he met you in Hawkins. He couldn’t wave at you or look you straight in the face. It was just so hard - you were turning his offers down him for years at that point, but you fell in love with a total shit like James Hopper? That wasn’t fair.

But now, it felt just good and natural to hug you as a friend only. It didn’t feel pressured or weird. Steve started to see the value of a true friendship after he started hanging out with Dustin Henderson and his douche friends. And he could see why you and Hopper were making things work so well - when he looked at your mutual relationship without his jealousy, he could see why your bitching-down nature could hold a man like James grounded in reality and why his nature could make your head make fly in the skies.

“But we’ll sing karaoke now and we’ll show these teens how to slay a song hm?” - You asked, more like told him straight forward, and dragged him in front of the couch. Steve tried to resist with laughter, but in the next minute, you were yelling the text of Total Eclipse of the Heart into the hairbrushes like the whole mattered on this performance. Hopper was standing there, in the doorframe of the bedroom, watching as you made Steve laughter on many occasions when you just fucked the words up because you wanted to.

And for the first time, Jim wasn’t a bit jealous when it came to Steve - because no matter if the boy was a prick, they get to know each other during the second incident in Hawkins. And no matter how hard he tried to get under your skirt previously, that kid had a heart of gold. He just needed friends because, in reality, Steve was lonely. And it felt right when Hopper saw you two jamming to the song.

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Forgotten stories 2: From shadow hunter to Bald cuck (Mortal Instruments)

Alec signed as he was walking back from getting a snack to his room, and spotted jace coming back from his date and in tears. he was also in drenched pants and the stench of the piss someone ruined the taste and smell of his triple decker hogie sandwich. as the blond was home much earlier then expected, one had to assume the wet pants had something to do with it and Alec found himself mentally debating going and seeing what was wrong with the little crybaby or leaving him alone since Jace himself had clearly told him off and said he wasn't jace's daddy anymore. (the two had been in a bondage/ S & M nursery daddy and boi relationship that had amused many of the others but Jace himself had apparently gotten tried of soiling himself in bugling diapers and called it off.) Spotting Alec, jace whined loudly, then rushed over and practically tackled Alec, putting his sobbing face in the brunettes chest and knocking his sandwich to the floor. "No no, it's OK. not like i was gonna eat that." Alec grumbled softly, and then softly patting the sobbing dorks back. "ALEEEEECCC! it was Awful!" jace was sobbing and whimpering, and Alec was certain he was getting boogers all over his favorite shirt. "what happened,, as if i can't tell." Alec said, gently moving them toward his room. if he was going to have to be stuck with the little dork all night he wanted it in his room which had enchantments to cut down on the smell of certain things..which had proven useful when he let jace sleep in his room. (he'd also had enchantments put in Jaces room that amplify the effect of those same smells, meaning Jace's room could at times smell like a diaper pail.)

as the big baby calmed down enough he became to tell Alec how he'd met up with a boy from a bar, and they went and saw a movie together (Elmo vs. the teletubbies, part three) and the guy assumed that jace was just being quirky with the movie choice. After the movie they'd gone and picked up a 12 pack of bud, and then had gone back to the guys apartment for a quick little make out session before the main event. (alec had pointed out that Jace KNOWS that beer just goes right though him and due to his angel blood doesn't get him drunk, but Jace had just whined that he didn't wanna be rude.) sitting on the worn leather coach that the date had bragged was inherited from his grandfather, jace had felt himself getting crazy hot in the loins for the cutie, only to realize that he was getting hot, because he was starting to soak himself.

"So then the guy freaked out and yelled at me and called me a stupid diaper baby, so I smashed a beer bottle and cut up that stupid crotch and came home!" jace finished and sniffled, in just his soaked undies now and rubbing a eye as alec stripped him. "...well that was rude." alec said. "I know right? Like it was my fa-" "let me rephrase that. you were a naughty little boy who's in for it now,!" Alec said. "W-what!? But he yelled at ME!" "For pissing yourself like a god damn baby, yeah, and somehow you think he's in the wrong? you're gonna get put in proper clothing for a little spaz like you, then you're going to go over to his place with me and say sorry!" Jace huffed at that and stooped a foot, crossing his arms. "Not gonna and you can't make me!" Alec rolled his eyes at that and just reached for the hair brush as Jace's look of defiance turned to one of terror and the back of his undies, already piss stained, bloated out and a faint smell of shit filled the room. "...you know a cow could drop a deuce in here and the enchantments would cover it up? what the fuck have you been eating?" Alec asked. "...I like grilled cheese sandwiches but they don't like me." Jace whined. "..let's get you cleaned up, and dressed and then we'll visit this poor guy." "well uh..i don't remember his name. or where he lived.. or what he looked like!" Jace lied quickly. "I'm sure it'll all come back to you after a few minutes over my knee." "..Um..I uh..gosh it must of been a memory charm and somehow being back here cleared my head! I can tell you everything!" "amazing how that works. you're still getting a spanking for being a brat." "But thats not fairrrr!"

one quick and efficient shower later, Jace was being dried off by Alec and looking nervously at the hair brush and noming on a edge of the towel that was on his head. "Do..Do you hafa use the brush?" Jace finally asked, even though his cock was standing out at all 6 inches of it's stiff glory. "would you prefer I use the studded paddle? or got a wooden spoon?" Alec asked, noting with a smirk that despite the tremble and look of fear in the big babies eyes, and the fear in his voice.. jace's cock was twitching and drooling. "Nooo! Just your hand!" the Blond baby whined. "Hmmm..I'll make you a deal. I'll give you a hand spanking, but when we go you wear that pretty purple dress Isabelle got you. if you take the brush, sailor shorts and a sailor top with the hat. and if you take the paddle, Shortalls." Alec said with a smirk. "...I really hate you sometimes." "keeps our relationship interesting." Alec agreed. "ngggh..Not a freaking sissy.." Jace whined then looked thoughtful. "Make up your mind soon or you'll get both the brush and paddle, and then I'll put you in the dress." Alec said after 20 seconds. "Ah! Paddle!" the little diaper baby whined., then covered his mouth. smirking and tugging the whiny diaper bitch in for a forehead kissed, Alec chuckled. "no take backs."

before the spanking started, Alec made jace sit on a training potty (shaped like duck just to piss the little guy off) and used a spell to ensure that jace's bladder and bowels were cleared out before the spanking. he could always after all refill the brats guts, but this helped keep him from pissing all over the place or shitting everywhere. (the potty had been bought after the first spanking, so Alec knew what he was talking about.) with the sluices cleared so to speak, and Jace almost squirting out his loser milk five times as alec wiped his hole and cock clean, the blond brat was over his daddy doms lap. "...you know..you should go easy on me with the spanking." jace tried. "Oh?" Alec asked, tapping the paddle on the blonds bubble butt. "Y-yeah! see, you made me a helpless pants wetter so all of this tonight is kinda your fault." "mhmm..who begged who to spank them and put them in thick diapers where they belonged to start all of this?" alec asked. "...just saying is all." Jace huffed and closed his eyes. "well i predict the next thing you say is 'owwww daddy please spank me harder!'" alec smirked and brought the paddle down hard. and wouldn't you know it? He was right.

even with the ribbons he had tied around Jace's cock to keep the little bitch from spurting during his spanking, there was a puddle of pre on the floor that jace was currently laping up while on all fours, sobbing and moaning as he kept reaching behind himself to squeeze and fondle his tormented cheeks. Daddy meanwhile was laying out 4 thick diapers and then picking out a light tan pair of short all's and a white diaper shirt to go with. there was also a pair of white socks and a pair of tan sneakers,and to finish off the look there was a tan pacifier. "you better keep your cock under control brat or I'll bring out the clippers again." alec warned as he noted that Jace had been trying to low key work some of the ribbons off so he could FINALLY spurt out his load, his balls looking rather heavy and full. "Buh..but..I hate the head shaving!" Jace whined and pouted. "...according to you you hate all of this and yet here we are. though if you think about it. going up to a guy who was ready to fuck you..diapered." whimper. "Dressed like a toddler." Louder whimper. "and with your cuck diaper baby hair cu-" was as far as Alec got as jace cried out and fired out streams of cum, howling in frustration as the ribbons kept him for getting the full benefit and when he went to reach down and stroke himself Alec was quickly there, holding his hands behind his back and kissing Jace's neck. "you're gonna look cute as a cue ball." he chuckled. "A-asshole." jace whined.

the hair cut hadn't taken too long, and jace whined and sobbed as his long blond locked were shaved off all while daddy hummed happy tunes. the big baby was in just his diapers as daddy didn't want the hair getting all over his other clothes, but kept mentioning how itchy and irritated the shaving was going to leave the boy alll night long and would playfully pinch and tease jace's nipples while bringing such facts up. after getting his head bald as a melon, and making Jace wave bye bye to his hair before he flushed it down the toilet, Alec had then gotten the big baby dressed up and put a little curse on the pacifier that Jace could only remove it from his mouth with permission from daddy, or if someone else removed it for him. with the oversized nipple pressing down on jace's touge this meant that A) the former blond, now cue ball was blissfully quiet for a change and B) was a very drooly baby as Jace got out the seasume street themed toddler leash and got it attached to jace. "Don't worry though buddy.. if you get soo red faced and humiliated that you end up cumming again, this time daddy won't punish you. he'll just point it out to everyoneeeee." alec promised and rubbed the top of jace's head. "Man, you craving grapefruit too or just me?" he asked, making the poor baby bitch look in the mirror. jace just drooled and sulked. 'Jesus Christ. lex luthor likely has more hair then me now.'

heading out onto the streets, it was late enough that they didn't run into alot of people, though those that they did either stared and laughed, or who muttered about freaks. they did have the misfortune to go by a pack of vampires who took one look at the ex blond shadow hunter who loved to torment them and they all burst out laughing, giving the pair safe passage as they joked that they didn't hurt widdle babies. getting to the apartment block with jason (the Scottish boy that jace had been flirting with lived,) jace whined and mumbled around the paci, or tried to and just made more spittle go down his chin and add to the damp stain on the front of his shortalls. "huh..maybe next time I'll add a drool bib." Alec chuckled and then buzzed Jason's apartment. "Don't even think about trying to run. the same curse i put on your paci? i put on your diapers. unless you wanna be stuck in the same diapers for a week.." Alec trailed off and jace whined..but stopped trying to pull away. "Hello?" came a voice over the intercom and alec put up a finger for jace to stay silent, not that the big baby could talk right now. "Hi, is this jason Moonshore?" alec asked. "aye, what be it to you?" came the boys voice. "I have someone here who wants to say sorry for eailer tonight, and is going pay for the damages to your furniture." alec said. "...who's this and what makes you think i want that crazy bugger back up in here?" jason asked, his voice filled with hostitly. "I'm his Daddy dom, and trust me, you'll never forgive yourself if you don't at least see this." alec said. "look, there's 100 bucks in cash in it for you, taken from baby jace's own private little fund he was saving away to use on a trip to Disneyland." alec added as jace went wide eyed. that motherfucker had gone into his room and musta broken up mr.oinky, his piggy bank! DICK MOVE! "...aye just know I'ma regret this." the scot said after about 15 seconds of silence and buzzed them in.

As jason opened his door he took one look at jace and burst out laughing, and shaking his head. "git off, this is some damn yank prank show is it?" he asked, poking his head out into the halls to look for cameras. "nope. just a total diaper wearing bottom bitch and the poor sucker who puts up with him. may we come in?" Alec asked. "I suppose so.." Jason said and looked down at the puffy waist of jace. "aye doubt he'll be leaking anymore in here t'night." he added with a grin and stepped aside. though as jace waddled past, eyes filling with tears and looking down at the carpet he handled off and swatted the big baby's puffy backside. "aye could get used to that." he mused. "Noted. I'm always looking for babysitters. " alec laughed. Popping the pacifier out of Jace's mouth alec smiled at the bald baby, and nodded to jason. "Is there something you'd like to say little man?" "...I'm sowwy fer making tinkles on yer couch den being a bwat." jace said babishly, then looked confused for a second before realizing that alec must of had a baby talk curse on the pacifire as well. "Pffft...Bwhahahaha! Oh god! this totally makes up for the pissy couch. and as long as ya fix it up, yer forgiven." Jason said and then patted the bald babies head. "Fank ku! Dada, I's said sowwy, we go home now?" jace asked, his cock throbbing in his diapers even as he was mortified. "Hmmm I dunno..I think we owe Jason a evening of hot steamy sex still. well, those of us who can control ourselfs." alec smirked. "aye, I was promised a night in paradise. and ye be looking mighty fine." the scot said and smiled at alec. "But..but what 'bot me!?" jace mewed and whined. "..do you have any toys or something the baby can play with while we fuck?" alec asked.

And so the night where Jace was gonna show that he could be a mature young man and not a little diaper baby ended with him sitting on the living room floor of the man he had intended to top, dressed like a toddler and making tinkles and poo's poo's in his diapers while playing with action figures..all while forced to listen to his daddy and new daddy moan and cry out as they fucked hard in the master bedroom.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Are you between the ages of 30 & 40? I still have to get through nearly another decade to get to that decade.

What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon growing up? My favorites were The Wild Thornberrys and Little Bill, both on Nickelodeon. My sister and I also enjoyed this wacky show called The Upside Down Show but it wasn’t a cartoon.

What was your favorite toy as a child? I liked any toy that had a lot of buttons or features within it - dollhouses, kitchen sets, cash registers, toy phones, anything that could make me test how much it could do.

In High School did you wear acid washed jeans? No. It’s not a style I would be drawn to, then and now.

How much was a gallon of gasoline when you first started driving? I don’t know; I never paid much attention to gas prices, honestly.

What was your first car? It’s a 2014 (or 2015?) Mitsubishi Mirage I’m still using today, though it was my dad who paid for it and he’s the one who takes it out for oil changes and stuff.

Who taught you how to drive? My dad taught me a few times around the neighborhood, but he also enrolled me for like three classes in a driving school so that I got to learn how to drive in a highway.

What was your high school mascot? Both of my schools didn’t have any. My university does have a nickname for our varsity teams, but we’re simply just ‘Maroons’ and not an animal like what I usually see.

Did you go to your Senior Prom? We had a junior prom, nothing for senior year. I was invited to go to the senior ball in another school by Mike, though. That feels like ages ago; everything is so different now.

What did you do after graduation? After my high school graduation I went straight to college like most kids here. After graduating college, I immediately started looking for jobs; I landed an internship after a month and got absorbed into the company two months after.

What was your first job? I’m currently working as an associate at a public relations agency. This is my first job and for now, I’m content in staying in this career. This is where I set out to be when I was in college and I don’t feel the need to change paths any time soon.

What did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to be an astronaut more than anything else, but I remember also wanting to be a firefighter or a vet.

Any posters on your bedroom walls growing up? I had a handful of wrestling posters that my mom was never a fan of. It was never her business since it’s my room, but she always made it the case.

Do you remember the first time you drank a beer? It may have been at Marielle’s debut, five Julys ago. She served beer at the afterparty of her 18th birthday party, and I think I had taken my first sip then.

Did you ever try cigarettes? Yeah, I started this year actually. I’m about to reach my first anniversary of trying my first cigarette :/ I don’t have a lot of them though and I haven’t smoked since like February or March, I think.

How did you spend your summers growing up? At home. My parents were always busy with work, so I had no choice but to myself occupied at home. Luckily I had siblings and cousins, so we were always playing with each other. My summers were never productive until I was in college, when I started making the effort to go out more.

If you could change anything from your teenage years, would you? Ahh idk man I wish I wouldn’t have spent as much time by the computer as I did, and maybe hang out with friends or something instead. < Yeah this hits the bullseye pretty much. I was a very introverted teenager. Not to mention the internet and social media started to blow up during my tween/early teenage years, so I was hooked to my laptop and kept people away as a result. I didn’t start feeling like a teenager until I was 16, when I gained friends and got invited to more stuff.

Do you remember your first time? Yeah, it was during one of my 18th birthday celebrations and she was around.

Ever look back and wish some things were still the same? I do it a lot these days. I do try to stop, because I don’t know what I can gain out of doing so anymore, and because there’s always the danger of being left behind from looking back too much; but most days I can’t help it.

After high school - straight to college or straight to work? University, because you kinda need that credential where I live. It’s unfair, but it’s our reality.

How much did you make per hour at your first job? We don’t really calculate that here...I’ll try to do math for y’all lmao aka Google it, which says I make $2.34 an hour. Wow when you put it that way, it really does not sound high :/ I’m honestly okay with my pay though. I live with my parents so I contribute to the bills and stuff now, but even then there’s more than enough left for me. Favorite home-cooked meal growing up? My grandma’s kare-kare. It was/is always reserved for special occasions; and out of all her grandchildren I was also the one who got attached to the dish especially as I got older, so eventually kare-kare also became the family’s ‘Robyn is coming over so we better prepare this’ dish. I think I’m her only grandchild that she has an allotted dish for, so that makes me feel special :)

Favorite place to eat out growing up? The local Burger King, back when it had a play place for kids.

Did your parents live in a different country before you were born?: No, they have always lived in the Philippines. My mom has always wanted to migrate but my dad shoots it down every time.

Do you have a preferred coffee brand?: When it comes to coffee, no. I wanna try out everything. But when it comes to coffee shop ambience, Starbucks all the way.

Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money?: No. I remember Gab as always being very cautious, responsible, and conscious about money. Her parents sustained her debit card and I’m pretty sure they always gave her a little bit extra, but she never took more than her weekly allowance from the ATM.

If so, how did it affect the relationship?: Money was never an issue, mostly because the money we received during the course of our relationship wasn’t even ours lol; we both received set allowances from our parents. If one of us was running out of cash, we never hesitated to cover for each other first, and we never pressured one another to pay back immediately.

How often do you paint your nails?: Never.

Do you know anyone who's related to a current or former world leader?: Yeah, I went to high school with a relative of Duterte. She’s super secretive about it, which is pretty understandable. I’m friends with/went to classes with people who are grandchildren of senators and other politicians as well.

Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional?: ...I have no idea how to do that...I always just assumed it’s already taken care of when a part of my salary is deducted lol. I may have to ask my parents about this, whoops.

What is something you don't have any natural talent for?: Anything to do with music. Reading it, playing it, singing, writing songs, etc. Also art and anything to do with creativity.

Did you watch this year's Eurovision?: Ah, my favorite time of the year to mute all my overseas mutuals on Twitter at one point lmao. No, I never caugtht up with it.

Have there been any periods in your life that could be described as being chaotic?: Senior year was a big chaotic war zone. The death of my grandpa and my first breakup coincided with all the crucial college entrance exams. Speaking of college, it was also a period of a lot of heavy decision-making due to me having to make choices of what course I wanted to take in every school I applied to. I barely cried during those few months and it still shocks me to this day how I did it. That was the most I’ve been on autopilot.

What is something you frequently forget?: Where I place my car keys and/or glasses last.

If I looked in your fridge right now, what would I find?: Bread, eggs, a bunch of condiments, butter cheese, vegetables, leftovers, and the grazing box I received from my workplace yesterday. I’m sure there’s more, but I haven’t really stopped and stared at our fridge for a while now.

How do you feel about your body?: I used to feel fairly confident about it; like it was never an issue with me. But truthfully, after being dumped, I’ve started to feel insecure over everything about me.

Who is someone you would like to get to know better?: My teammates at work, Bea and Ysa. They both seem like cool and funny people both in and out of work, and I’d love to get to hang out with them.

If you had to move to a new city, where would you move?: Idk, just somewhere with a lot of opportunities to try new things and meet new people.

Have you ever traveled on a double-decker train?: Nope. I’ve never been on anything double-decker, if I remember correctly.

What's your opinion on assisted suicide?: [trigger warning] I’ve looked into it, but it’s a dead end where I live. That’s all I’ll say, as I don’t want to give others ideas.

At what point do you consider a relationship to be 'long-term?': Fuck if I know anymore. We reached six years and it was a point where I was comfortable and didn’t feel the need to doubt anymore; everything turned out to be a lie in the end. I don’t know anymore. I don’t think about these things anymore.

What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up?: My dad has always been a chef, so he went through all the ranks throughout my childhood until he finally got an executive position when I was in high school. I remember my mom being a receptionist.

Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired?: My dad is still in that career path but he doesn’t cook in the kitchen anymore, or at least as much as he used to. He does all the menu planning, evaluating, etc. My mom has shifted to becoming an executive secretary, but she’s still in the hotel industry.

Do you own any winter sports equipment?: I don’t. There’s no reason for me to have any.

Do you have a cell contract plan, or are you on a pre-paid plan?: Prepaid.

Would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race? I can definitely see my mom reacting, but I know she knows I won’t let her get away with saying anything mildly offensive. My dad would just go on with his life and will care more about the fact that I’m seeing someone, lol.

Do you like when friends stop by unexpectedly? No. Schedule it ahead and let me know. I’m not always mentally okay and them showing up as a surprise might just make me more stressed than grateful.

Where are the following people and what are they doing: mom, dad, sibling(s), best friend, significant other, ex, and last person you kissed? My entire family is under the same roof in their bedrooms, either sleeping or having just woken up. Angela is in Parañaque, probably at a cousin’s place; no significant other; I have no idea where my ex, and also the last person I kissed, is. She doesn’t really have anything to do with me anymore.

How strong are your feelings for the last person you kissed? They’re there. I’d still take a bullet for them if it comes down to it, the usual shit. Let’s move on.

What was the last thing someone else bought for you? My workplace gave me a grazing box as the company Christmas gift.

If your parents looked in your purse/book bag would they find anything you don’t want them to see? What about your bedroom? Do you have anything hidden in there? My vape pens. I came home from Starbucks last weekend and my mom thought my breath smelled like cigarettes and she almost got super pissed until I was able to convince her the only thing I put in my mouth was coffee, so I know my 22 year old, employed, self-earning ass would for sure still get in trouble if I was discovered to be vaping.

How close are you to the last person you hung out with? Can you be your complete self around them? It was the first time I met them and they are also my bosses, so I can’t exactly be my complete self around them yet. I had to act super reserved and to essentially make a good impression first before I start whipping out my jokes or whatever.

If you decided to call your ex right now, do you think he/she would answer? How would the conversation go? No, she’d reject it and tell me to text instead. If she was feeling snappy she would also tell me I’m no longer in the place to contact her that way. Sigh. Who is she anymore and why is she so different from the person I was with?

Are you attracted to the last person you exchanged numbers with? No.

Is music a daily part of your life? It’s not. Videos, more like.

Yellow nail polish: yes or no? Bright or neon yellow is a no, but I suppose more muted shades like mustard yellow can work for me.

What do you think of country music? Eh, not a fan. I would skip it in a second, and I never think about it.

Have you ever ended a relationship but wish you could’ve kept it a little longer? I’ve never ended a relationship.

Did you go to your high school’s graduation? Yes...that’s not an event I would’ve wanted to miss out on lol. That was a nice day. My grandparents came to watch me, and we had dinner at a revolving restaurant after.

If you could live the last three months over again, is there anything you’d change? Everything went to shit exactly three months ago, so this hits home very hard for me. Yes, I would change a lot of things for life not to have gone the way it has.

Who was the last person to message you on Facebook? What would you do if that person told you they have feelings for you? My mom. I would be creeped out and tell my dad immediately.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Melancholic.

Who was the first person you talked to today? What did you talk about? I haven’t talked to anyone yet today. I was thinking of replying to Aliyah’s comment on my Facebook post, but in the end I didn’t think a response was necessary.

When you apply your make-up, do you do it in a specific order? I don’t wear makeup.

Did you do anything sexual last night? No.

Do you think the last person you Facebook messaged is a virgin? She has three children, me included.

Did any of your friends lose their virginity before they were 16? If so, did you feel pressured to do the same? I don’t think my friends did, but I probably know other people who did. My baby asexual ass definitely didn’t feel the pressure. I was even scared shitless for my first kiss when it came time for it and I had kept putting it off that night.

Has someone of the opposite sex made you smile today? No.

Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? With my previous relationship, it did in the beginning; eventually I just stopped caring.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? I think it may have been Andrew.

Do you like where you are in life right now? No. I don’t know if a new year would make it better, or if it would help give me a healthier mindset. I just have to wait and see.

Do you hate it when there is a fly around you? Very much.

Is your mom overbearing? She can be.

Is there snow where you live? Never.

#survey #surveys

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𝐼 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝑜

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Angel Reader

Based on Billie Eilish’s song “I love you” also the song is being used from Lucifer’s perspective. Please note this might not be completely accurate to the lyrics meaning but it is how I interpret it for the story . Probably going to be long <3

𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒞𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝑜𝑜𝒽 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜? 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝑜𝑜𝒽

Lucifer choked on the smooth bourbon as the words left your lips. Shock dripping from his handsome features as he stared at you. Mouth slightly agape he let out a scoff “You love me? What a funny jest Y/n.” he said and raised the glass to his lips once more. “Lucifer i’m not joking. I’ve fallen in love with you.” “I don’t do love. But darling i do applaud you for the theatrics” he chuckled leaning his back against the bar and took another gulp of the amber liquid watching as tears begin streaking your flawless cheeks. “How can you say such a thing? So after everything we’ve done..The intimate moments and sweet words meant nothing? After everything we have been through?!” you shouted with pain lacing every syllable.

He slammed his glass down “Don’t act surprised darling! You knew from the beginning this is how i am- Who i am! This isn’t like you at all Y/n.” he pushed himself off of the bar and sauntered over. “You’ve changed. You’re weak now, an angel falling for-” “This isn’t who you are!” “I AM THE DEVIL THIS IS WHO I AM” he roared in your face as his iris flashed a deep crimson.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before walking past him and straight to the elevator, the loft being taken over by dense silence. The elevator broke the silence as the doors slid open and you stepped in. “You’re wrong Lucifer. This isn’t you... This is you letting yourself be defined by your father.” and with that the doors shut and you wept silently as the distance between you both grew larger. Those words began echoing through his aching head and filled his chest swelled with rage. And as if it would make him feel better he began destroying everything he could get his hands on.

𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀? 𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝓃𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 "𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊" 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜, 𝑜𝑜𝒽

“How dare she say that! Right? What does she know?!” Lucifer ranted as he paced around Linda’s office. He paused to look at her and saw a look of frustration, she gestured to the couch with the slight raise of her dainty hand and he sat. “Lucifer, I think you are masking your fear with anger. I think you may feel afraid that Y/n loves you because you love her too. What scares you the most isn’t just that you feel the same but you are scared of hurting her or you feel unworthy. You are trying to scare her away” She says and puts her clasped hands over her knee and met his gaze with expectancy.

He looked at her as if she had grown another head. He opened his mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. He felt every word of truth she spoke stab through his entire being. Her words settled into his thoughts, your pained voice and desperate eyes flashed through his mind and he felt his chest clench. “Doctor i think this is enough for today” he said and stood quickly and tried to hurry for the door but she had latched onto his arm before he could escape.

“Lucifer, as a friend and not a doctor let me tell you this..Y/n never cared who you were or what you had done in the past. She loves you now...and you are deserving of love lucif-” before she could finish her words Lucifer had tugged himself free and rushed out. It was all overwhelming and terrifying. How could an angel love him? How can anyone love the devil?

𝒰𝓅 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒹-𝑒𝓎𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓌𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓇𝓎

He was absolutely riddled with guilt. He couldn’t stop seeing your tear stained face, hearing the desperation in your voice. He was never one who dealt well with emotions hence he was trying to feel anything but guilt.

he was broken out of his guilty daze to the chirp of his phone. He answered and pressed the phone to his ear “Lucifer we have another case. Can you meet me at 9962 Lone Tree way?” “Well of course! I shall see you in a bit Detective” he downed the last bit of his drink and grabbed his keys and coat and made his way to the scene.

Once he arrived he made his way over to Decker “Well Detective show me the good stuff” he said with a forced grin “We’ve got a body Lucifer don’t act so excited” She shook her head and began leading him over to where you and Ella had been taking the pictures and examining the body. “What do we got?” Decker asked as she kneeled down beside you. You finished writing in the notebook and placed the pencil behind your ear.

“Well he has got abrasions on his right shoulder as well as a bit on his face and his leg. I’m thinking he was thrown from a moving vehicle” you said and stood up and Ella nodded “But that wasn’t what killed him.” she paused to roll the body over and revealed several bloodied marks on his back “Stab wounds” you said and Decker nodded “So this was a body dump. Thanks guys, good work”

Lucifer had been standing behind Decker just gazing at you during the whole interaction. He sighed and swallowed his pride and stepped toward you “Y/n, would you come over tonight? i believe we have much to talk about” you looked up at him with a painfully blank expression.

“I believe i said all that i could.” “Well...If you change your mind, please come” he said with a voice that was much unlike him. He gazed at you for a moment longer before leaving to help Decker.

𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀? 𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝓃𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 "𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊" 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜, 𝑜𝑜𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔

You’d never showed up that night. He continued to see you while you both had been working on the case and his chest was full of heat and painful throbbing. He knew he loved you. But how could he? He was the most unworthy wasn’t he? He loved you but he didn’t want to. He was afraid of hurting you and making you hate him.

“Finally! We caught the murderer” Ella said with a sigh of relief as everyone had gathered in the lab for a mini celebration. Chloe and Dan chatted and Lucifer glanced around noticing that you weren’t there.

“Looking for Y/n?” Ella said as she shimmied up next to the handsome devil. “Ah, yes i figured she would b quite happy with this” he said as he fixed his suits button. “She already knows. She was here earlier, she gave me a hug and just said she was going home” she said with a sad smile and a shrug. Lucifer felt his blood freeze in his veins. “Are you two fighting or something?” she questioned and he nodded with his mouth slightly agape.

There is no way you would go back right?

Shortly after the celebration he rushed back home leaving smoke in his wake. His foot tapped in anxiety as he stood in the elevator waiting in bated breath to reach his home. The moment those doors opened he rushed out and tore off his blazer and clasped his hands together in prayer. He called out for you in desperation.

“Please! Damn it answer me!” he shouted as he felt his eyes prick with tears. How could he have pushed you this far? He heard the clicking of shoes against the tile and he sprung to face the elevator. And there stood Amenadiel.

“Praying to her?” He asked and Lucifer furrowed his brows and gave a curt nod.

“You know Luci I knew you were an ass but I never thought you you were this thoughtless. This insensitive and careless!” Amenadiel shouted as he approached Lucifer. “Oh shut it! What would you know Amenadiel? Your head is so far up dad’s rear-” “You rejected her Luci! You said such horrible things to her!” They now stood nose to nose with soul shattering glares.

Amenadiel could no longer hold back his rage and punched Lucifer across the cheek and after he stumbled back he charged and gripped him by his collar and pushed his back to a wall. “How could you do that to her? If you didn’t love her you couldn’t have been more gentle with her?! You had to break her heart?!” “I did it because I love her!” Lucifer shouted back as he shoved his brother away.

“You idiot...” Lucifer glared up at his elder brother when he heard the insult. “You did it because you love her?” “Yes brother because all i would do is hurt her. I don’t know how to love!” Lucifer cries out and grips his hair, tugging it roughly.

Amenadiel took several steps over to Lucifer and sighed “She left heaven to be here on earth with you. You don’t think she would teach you to love?” he shook his head at his brothers ignorance. “Either way...it’s to late now. She has returned to the silver city...” he placed something into Lucifer’s hand and took his leave.

His heart had fallen out of his chest. You left and it was his fault, all his fault. He looked down into his hand and saw several caramel colored feathers, they were yours. He couldn’t stop his tear and he ran out onto the balcony.

“Y/n! I’m sorry! Come back if only for a moment! Even if its only to scold me!” He clutched your feathers tightly as he clasped his hands together and fell to his knees. “Please darling, hear me. I love you I’m so sorry. ” he pleaded but was met with nothing but the sounds of the city.

“Even if i’m undeserving please come back...” He could do nothing but stare at your feathers and silently weep. Wishing he could be holding you to his chest.

𝒲𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒞𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝑜𝑜𝒽 𝒪𝑜𝒽, 𝑜𝑜𝒽 𝒪𝑜𝒽, 𝑜𝑜𝒽

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Hey guys! so this is my first story on here ^^; im kinda nervous about it but i tried my best and am almost tempted to do a second part.

-Jewel

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dragonleesupporter · 5 years

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Virgil’s Unofficial Birthday

HALLOWEEN BABY!

Summary: Roman notices Virgil is upset about having to control his scary side during Halloween, and so the prince uses knowledge he gained from a conversation a while ago to bring the emo’s day around.

Virgil sat, mixing emotions making his stomach twist. Last Halloween he had totally overdone the scary factor. He made Patton cry, Roman lock himself in his room for hours, and Logan scold him before he, too, ran away. Virgil loved Halloween! But now... he was unsure if he should. He wanted to let loose and feel free with his darker self, but knew it would be too much for the others. Halloween was just around the corner and his conflicting emotions had reached their peeks.

Little did the emo know, a special prince was more aware of the situation than he thought.

“Alright Padre, I’ve sound-proofed the room. Let’s get cooking.” Roman grinned, determined.

“Okay, kiddo! I do say, this is a good idea! But shouldn’t Logan be involved?” Patton stared at him.

“Oh, trust me. I’m way ahead of you.” Roman murmered with wink.

The prince had seen Virgil struggle over the whole October month, and knew he needed some reassurance after last year’s catastrophy. Virgil loved Halloween so much, Roman even recalled the purple side saying that if he could chose his birthday seperate from Thomas’s it would be October 31st. And that was all part of the plan.

“Oh yeah. It’s all coming together.” He smirked as Patton openly laughed, recongizing the meme.

...

Virgil opened his eyes with a gasp, his nightmares dissapearing. His relief of morning was brought to a screeching halt when he checked his calendar. October 31st... Halloween.

He tentatively walked out in the hallway, just to find it maliciously decorated with spiderwebs and fake blood smears.

His heart thudded as the darkness inside him begged and cried out, desperate to be let free...

“N-no...” The hooded trait stopped it. “Th-the others probably put this up to celelbrate the holiday, but that’s it. I can’t imagine them doing any more than this... Maybe dressing up, but THAT’S IT. No over-the-top terrifying stuff.”

He turned the corner and was surprised to see more gothic designs scattered all over the walls of the living room, masks melting into the wallpaper. He would’ve admired the work put into making a simple room look so terrifying, if he wasn’t so nervous about his darkness getting out, which was getting harder to contain by the second.

On the table in front of him he saw makeshift claws, fangs and attachable wolf ears. His hands shook as he resisted the urge to take them, yet he was too petrified to move, and couldn’t take his gaze off of them. They were so wonderfully knarly and savage... The teeth looked wicked and and sharp... he just wanted to be a fearsome beast without a care in the w-

“No!” He stopped himself again, pulling his hands back as he realized they were getting close to the valueble items.

It was then that music started up...

“Boy and girls of every age...

Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?...”

“Oh my god...” Virgil looked around him, the music seemingly coming from nowhere.

“Guys, what’s the meaning of this?!” He called out, but was met with silence.

After a couple moments, the music was cut off. Virgil was filled with fear, but it felt SO GOOD; the darkness that surrounded him.

“BOO!” Three pairs of hands grabbed him out of nowhere as the purple side shrieked.

When he opened his eyes, the other three were around him, each dressed up as a variation of werewolf.

“Wh-what’s going on?” He asked, shocked.

“Alpha! There you are!” Roman ignored the question and growled playfully. “We were worried you would never wake up for the hunt!”

“Hunt...?” Virgil, stood there, completely confused as the other two growled in agreement.

“But where are your claws and fangs?” Patton asked.

“Now Omega, don’t question Alpha!” Roman turned and snapped at the light blue side who reeled, giggling at the whole ordeal.

“My-” Virgil suddenly realized what game they were playing. With all hesitation gone, he rushed over to the table and quickly put the claws on his fingers and the fangs in his mouth as well as the ears. “Alpha’s here...” He growled, his darkness finally flowing through him as it filled him with giddy maliciousness.

“Now Beta, isn’t it time to present Alpha with his meal? He’ll need energy if he’s to lead the hunt.” Logan turned to Roman, smirk undeniable.

“I was just getting to that, Delta!” The prince snickered and ran toward to the kitchen, just to reveal a triple-decker green and purple cake with a Jack Skellington wax figurine candle on top. The scented candle filled Virgil’s noze with the scent of pumpkin and candy, as Roman carefully carried it toward him and set it on the table.

The purple side sat, near tears and stared at the hard work put in by everyone.

“Happy birthday, Virgil.” Roman whispered softly before turning out the lights, leaving the one Jack Skellington candle to alluminate the whole room.

“Happy Birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear-

-my dark strange son”

-Alpha”

-Virgil”

“Oh, COME ON GUYS!” Roman shouted angrily. “I thought we all agreed on Alpha!”

“I never agreed to singing in the first place, let alone saying Alpha.” Logan stated coldly.

“I forgot! Sorry Roman!” Patton squeaked out an apology as a sigh was heard from the prince.

“It’s alright. Let’s just turn the lights back on.” As soon as Roman’s claws hit the lights, however, everyone froze.

Virgil was sobbing into his hands, the sweetest smile gracing his lips.

“My son!” Patton ran straight (gay) into the purpke trait and hugged him tight.

“Oh, no need to cry Virgil.” Logan quickly follwed suite with Roman in tow, all three hugging a sobbing, giggling Virgil.

“Th-thanks you guys... This m-means so much to me...” His chest quivered as a mixture of crying and laughter escaped his mouth, his smile ever so bright.

“Of course!” Roman exclaimed. “We love you, Virgil! We would do anything to make you happy on your special day.”

“Might I add, the whole thing was Roman’s idea.” Patton smirked as the prince turned a bright shade of red.

“Th-that’s not true!” He lied, but the emo’s pure expression made him crumble. “Y-yeah... I wanted to make you happy.”

“Well, you succeeded.” The hooded side sighed in contentment.

“Now it’s time for the hunt!” Patton cheered, pulling away from the hug and surprising Virgil.

“What hunt?” The darker side asked, eyebrows rasied.

“Well, as WE don’t appreciate being scared out of our wits, we’d imagine the Othes wouldn’t either. So instead of ‘spooking’ us this year, we thought we could help you in an attempt to ‘spook’ them instead.” Logan took out his card for the word “spook.”

Virgil’s evil grin grew. “Yeah... Let’s do it.” He’d be able to scare after all.

...

The four waited behind a corner, hearing two pairs of steps getting steadily closer, claws sharpened, teeth bared, and pies in hand.

“Ready?”

“3...”

“2...”

“1...”

“NOW!”

@cefsticklestoo

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mischiefandspirits · 6 years

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Grim

After leaving Private Drive, Harry Potter came face to face with a large dog. He may or may not have accidentally adopted it. ((Takes place during PoA))

A funny prickling on the back of his neck had made Harry feel he was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights shone from any of the large square houses.

He bent over his trunk again, but almost immediately stood up once more, his hand clenched on his wand. He had sensed rather than heard it: Someone or something was standing in the narrow gap between the garage and the fence behind him. Harry squinted at the black alleyway. If only it would move, then he'd know whether it was just a stray cat or -- something else.

“Lumos,” Harry muttered, and a light appeared at the end of his wand, almost dazzling him. He held it high over his head, and the pebble-dashed walls of number two suddenly sparkled, the garage door gleamed, and between them Harry saw, quite distinctly, the hulking outline of something very big, with wide, gleaming eyes.

He froze, watching the beast as it watched him. They continued their stare off for a few moments before it slowly stepped forwards. It was a dog, tall and sickly thin with shaggy black hair that almost hid its weight. It’s ears were pressed back and it’s head was lowered, but it’s tail was relaxed, wagging slightly and it’s tongue peaked out of its mouth.

Harry sighed and lowered his wand slightly. The size of the animal was still a little nerve racking, but he’d had enough experience with aggressive dogs courtesy of Aunt Marge to know this one was anything but. Besides, it hardly compared to Fluffy. “Hey there, buddy. What are you doing here?”

The stray -- because what else could it be with its gaunt appearance and matted hair while so close to a place as carefully cultivated as Privet Drive -- sniffed the air before approaching cautiously.

Keeping a firm grasp on his wand, just in case, he held out his hand for the hound to smell. It brushed his fingers with its nose, staring up at Harry with pale grey eyes, before pushing its cheek up against his hand. He smiled and scratched behind its ears, a sudden familiarity Harry couldn’t explain filling him. “Good boy.”

The stray snorted and playfully shoved his chest with its head, which was level with his armpits. Despite its frame, it had enough strength in it that it sent Harry stumbling back a step with a laugh. Unfortunately his foot caught his trunk and he tumbled backwards. The dog let out a yelp while Harry flung his arms out to catch himself.

There was a loud bang and Harry was blinded a sudden bright light. With help from the hound he rolled out of the gutter he’d landed in just before a bus slammed to a halt, its front wheels exactly where Harry had been.

The dog growled and it stepped over Harry protectively, hackles raised and body stiff, as a teenager in a bright purple uniform hopped down from the similarly colored triple decker and loudly announced, “Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve-”

The teen cut off as he finally spotted the stray and boy on the ground. He slowly took a step back into the bus, watching Harry’s new friend warrily.

Harry gave him a nervous smile, patting the hound’s neck as he sat up. It stopped growling and relaxed slightly, but stayed close to Harry with its ears forward and tail alert.

As Harry grabbed his dropped wand, Stan asked, “What were you doin’ down there? An’ woss wrong with ‘im?”

“The bus spooked him and I fell,” Harry said, checking himself over. His hand was bleeding slightly and one of the knees on his pants had torn. The stray gave a small whine and nosed his hand, looking up at him with apologetic eyes before turning back to watch the conductor.

“‘Choo flag us for if your dog’s so easily spooked?”

“He’s not- Nevermind. You said this bus goes anywhere?”

“Yep, anywhere you like, long’s it’s on land. Can’t do nuffink underwater,” Stan proclaimed before eyeing Harry suspiciously. “‘Ere, you did flag us down, dincha? Stuck out your wand ‘and, dincha?”

“Yes,” Harry said, disguising his ducked head by scratching the hound’s. “Listen, how much would it be to get to London?”

“Eleven Sickles, but for firteen you get 'ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an 'ot-water bottle an' a toofbrush in the color of your choice. An’ it’s an extra three Sickles for the dog. Too big, see.”

Harry bit his lip and glanced down at the stray. It stared back for a moment before giving a cheerful bark and hopping up next to Stan, who quickly backed away despite the fact it seemed perfectly relaxed now, if a bit playful.

“Right.” He reached into his still open trunk and pulled out his coin purse. He dug out fourteen of the silver coins and handed them over. He tossed the bag back into his trunk and closed it so he and Stan could lift it and Hedwig’s cage up into the bus. Inside there were a dozen beds in place of seats. The ones at the bottom were all empty aside from one holding a sleeping wizard near the back.

“You ‘ave this one,” Stan whispered, shoving Harry's trunk under the bed right behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. The dog hopped up to lay down on the bed and Harry glanced nervously over at Stan. He knew even Aunt Marge, who probably loved her bulldogs more than even her family, didn’t allow them on the furniture. The teenage conductor didn’t even seem to notice. He motioned towards the driver, saying, “This is our driver, Ernie Prang. Ern, this is… Hey, ‘choo say your name was again?”

“Didn’t,” Harry muttered, pushing his bangs down against his forehead to hide his scar. “I’m, uh, Neville Longbottom.”

The stray picked its head up to stare at him. He patted its head and sat down next to it as Stan sat down in an armchair next to Ernie’s.

“Take ‘er away, Ern!”

“There you are Harry!”

Before Harry could turn, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was gone only a second later though as the dog at Harry’s side started growling.

As Stan started shouting for Ernie to come, Harry turned to see the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge, standing behind him. He was staring down at the hound looking just as nervous as Harry was about seeing Fudge.

Stan leapt onto the pavement beside them.

“What didja call Neville, Minister?” Stan exclaimed, hoping down from the bus.

“Neville? This is Harry Potter,” the minister said, sounding worn out.

“I knew it! Ern! Ern! Guess ‘oo Neville is, Ern! ‘E’s ‘Arry Potter! I can see ‘is scar!”

“Yes, well, I'm very glad the Knight Bus picked Harry up, but he and I need to step inside the Leaky Cauldron now…” It looked like Fudge was going to set his hand on Harry’s shoulder again before he glanced down at the stray and stepped aside, gesturing Harry forward. “Mr. Potter.”

Harry walked into the pub, dog at his side and Fudge at his back.

“You’ve got him, Minister!” Harry turned to see the Leaky Cauldron’s landlord, Tom, peeking out of a door behind the bar, a lantern in hand. “Will you be wanting anything? Beer? Brandy?”

“Perhaps a pot of tea.”

“‘Ow come you di’n’t tell us ‘oo you are, eh, Neville?” Stan asked as he and Ernie brought in Harry’s trunk and Hedwig’s cage. Both were staring at Harry, Stan with excitement and Ernie with curiosity.

“And a private parlor, please, Tom.”

Harry said his goodbyes to the Knight Bus employees, Stan continuing to call him Neville, before following the minister to a small parlor down a hall.

Fudge paused before they entered and sent the dog a nervous look. “Perhaps your pet can stay out here while we talk.”

Harry considered correcting the minister’s assumption, but considering the stray stepped closer to him protectively at just that moment, he didn’t think the man would believe him anyways.

“I can take care of him for you, Mr. Potter. Get him fed and watered while you talk with the minister,” Tom offered.

Harry nodded, briefly wondering how long it had been since the poor hound had gotten a proper meal. Probably a while considering how it perked up at the idea of food. “Thank you. I can pay-”

“No need. The ministry will take care of it, Mr. Potter,” Fudge said, slipping into the parlor. “Come now.”

Harry watched the reluctant dog be led away before following him in. One confusing and curious conversation later and Harry was led upstairs to room eleven. Inside the stray was in the corner happily stripping the meat off what appeared to be his third turkey leg while a familiar owl watched him reproachfully from her perch atop the dresser.

“My dear,” Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, “you have the Grim.”

Harry gaped at the woman, his mouth slowly twitching into a smile. He was barely able to keep down a snort as he said, “What?”

“The Grim, my dear, the Grim!” she cried, clearly underwhelmed by his reaction. “The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen -- the worst omen -- of death!”

Harry bit his lip to hold in a snicker. That is, until he noticed everyone, bar Hermione, staring at him like the professor had just announced he had a terminal illness. There was no holding his laughter back then.

“My dear, this is no laughing matter!” the professor announced, looking scandalized.

Harry tried to calm down enough to explain, but just at that moment, Hermione peaked over Trelawney's shoulder. “I don’t think it looks like a Grim," she said flatly.

The professor glared at her. “You'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future.”

Seamus Finnigan leaned over to look, moving his head back and forth. He squinted his eyes and said, “It looks like a Grim if you do this, but,” he shifted to the left, “it looks more like a donkey from here.”

“I, uh, I think Ron was right. It does look kind of like a sheep,” Neville added.

“I think we will leave the lesson here for today,” Professor Trelawney said, her voice coming out slightly clipped even as she tried to keep up her misty quality. "Yes… please pack away your things…”

“What was that about? The grim is serious, Harry!” Ron hissed once they were out of the room and on their way to Transfiguration.

“I’ll explain it to you guys after Care for Magical Creatures. You’ll have to see it to get it.”

Ron seemed to disagree, but Hermione nodded so the group continued on to the class, wherein his classmates appeared to be more interested in throwing him pitying glances instead of listening to McGonagall’s lecture.

“Really, what has got into you all today?” the teacher asked after she transformed back from a cat into a human. “Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation’s not got applause from a class.”

Everyone looked at Harry, but Hermione raised her hand and said, “Please, Professor, we’ve just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and-”

“Ah, of course. There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?”

Everyone stared at her.

“Me.”

“I see.” With that the professor broke into what normally would have been considered a rant against her fellow teacher, had she not continued to cut herself off every time she started to speak bad about the other woman which all ended in her assuring Harry that if he did die, he need not hand in his homework.

Both Hermione and Harry laughed, though the others didn’t look nearly so comforted.

In the great hall, Hermione tried to talk Ron around as she pushed a bowl of stew towards him. “Ron, cheer up. You heard what Professor McGonagall said.”

He put some of the stew onto his plate, but didn’t start eating. Instead he quietly asked, “Harry, you haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?��

Harry snickered around his mouthful of roll as he tucked a couple chicken legs into a napkin then stuck them in his book bag.

Hermione looked like she was going to object to his odd actions, but was distracted by Ron’s exclamation of, “Harry, seriously, if you’ve seen a Grim, that's-that's bad. My-my uncle Bilius saw one and-and he died twenty-four hours later!"

Very shaken, the Care of Magical Creatures class followed at a walk. The Slytherins were all shouting about Hagrid.

“They should fire him straight away!” Pansy Parkinson sobbed.

“It was Malfoy's fault!” Dean Thomas shot back, which caused Crabbe and Goyle to start flexing threateningly.

Harry grabbed his friends’ arms before they could get too far and started leading them around back closer to Hagrid’s hut.

“Where’re we going?” Ron asked.

“I told you I’d explain why I laughed about the Grim.”

“Why shouldn’t you have? The idea’s completely ridiculous,” Hermione sniffed before giving the castle a nervous glance. “D’you think he’ll be all right?”

Grateful for the change of topic before the two could start bickering again, Harry said, “’Course he will. Madam Pomfrey can mend cuts in about a second.”

Ron’s annoyance quickly faded into worry and he said, “That was a really bad thing to happen in Hagrid’s first class, though, wasn’t it? Trust Malfoy to mess things up for him… Where’re we going anyways?”

“We’re not going into the forest, right?” Hermione asked as they came to it’s edge.

“No, here’s fine,” Harry said, stopping. Before the two could say anything else, he put his fingers in his mouth and gave a sharp whistle.

Ron jumped and scrambled back. “Blimey Harry, what are you doing? Who knows what could have heard you and come calling!”

Harry glanced back at him and realized the arachnophobe was probably reliving their last adventure in the woods, given his terrified expression. Hermione looked similarly nervous, but not to the same degree. He gave his friends a smile before turning back to the woods. “Don’t worry, I know exactly who’s coming?”

There was a moment of silence, then the sound of paws pounding against the forest floor before Harry’s stray came bounding out of the trees.

Ron let out a high pitched scream.

Harry smiled at the dog and patted its head before turning to his friends. Hermione was gaping while Ron seemed to have tripped over himself as he was sitting on the ground, shaking.

“Guys, this is Grim.”

“The Grim,” Ron whimpered.

“You have a dog?” Hermione asked, coming closer and holding out her hand.

The hound looked the two up and down before giving a nod and turning to nose at Harry’s bag.

Hermione gave a frown at the odd behavior, but Harry didn’t notice.

As he pulled the chicken legs he’d grabbed earlier out to give to Grim, he explained, “No, I mean not technically. He’s a stray. I found him after I left the Dursleys’. We hung out some at Diagon Alley, but there’s no way I could have kept him. I don’t think dogs are allowed at Hogwarts, are they? And besides, I’ve already got Hedwig. And the Dursleys already complain about her so you know they’d throw a fit if I brought him home. I had been thinking about asking Hagrid to take him, I figured he’d like a friend for Fang, but then Grim just disappeared a little over a week ago. I hadn’t seen him after that until I spotted him running across the grounds this morning from the dormitory window.”

“The Grim,” Ron whimpered again.

“Just Grim actually. I named him after the omen. I saw a picture of it on a book in Flourish and Blotts when I went to get my books and I thought the resemblance was astounding. He liked it too once I explained what the Grim was so it stuck. I think he thought it was funny,” Harry said, remembering the wheezing, laugh-like bark the hound had given.

“You’re sure he’s not a Grim?” Ron said, eyeing the dog as he slowly rose to his feet.

“He looks like an Irish Wolfhound,” Hermione hummed, kneeling a safe distance away from the eating dog. “Mixed with something, maybe. I’m not sure.”

“He’s not a Grim,” Harry confirmed.

“It’s odd that he just showed up like this though. Maybe he’s part crup? If he is and he latched onto you that might explain it. He’s awfully big though.”

Harry just shrugged. He didn’t really know enough about dogs to know what was weird behavior and what wasn’t. The only other dogs besides Grim that he had spent time around were Aunt Marge’s evil bulldogs and they certainly liked chasing Harry everywhere he went so why wouldn’t Grim.

“Dumbledore was really angry,” Hermione sniffled. “I've never seen him like that before. He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wand, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wand at the Dementors. Shot silver stuff at them. They left the stadium right away… He was furious they'd come onto the grounds. We heard him-”

“Then he magicked you onto a stretcher,” Ron continued for her. “And walked up to school with you floating on it. Everyone thought you were…”

His voice faded, but Harry hardly noticed. He was thinking about what the Dementors had done to him… about the screaming voice. He looked up and saw Ron and Hermione looking at him so anxiously that he quickly cast around for something matter-of-fact to say.

“Oh, Grim!” Hermione said out of nowhere.

“Grim?” Harry asked.

“Yes, we spotted him trying to sneak into the school after the match when we were trying to make it through the crowd. He was so upset. He must have known what happened.”

Harry nodded. “I saw him watching.”

“We had to promise him that we’d come back and tell him how you were doing just to get him to stay hidden outside. I better go before he tries again.” Hermione didn’t move though.

“Go on, I’m fine. The last thing we need is someone spotting him. Especially Lavender or Parvati.”

Hermione snorted before patting his hand and finally turning to leave.

The boys watched her go then Harry turned to Ron. He cast about for something new to say before settling on, “Did someone get my Nimbus?”

Ron was not happy about having to be the one to break the news and made that very clear to Hermione when she returned.

Resigned to the fact that he would be the only third year staying behind again, Harry borrowed a copy of Which Broomstick from Wood, and decided to spend the day reading up on the different makes. He had been riding one of the school brooms at team practice, an ancient Shooting Star, which was very slow and jerky; he definitely needed a new broom of his own.

On the Saturday morning of the Hogsmeade trip, Harry bid good-bye to Ron and Hermione, all three of them wrapped in cloaks and scarves, then turned towards Hagrid’s hut, intending to visit with Grim. He checked that Hagrid wasn’t in before sitting on the garden wall and whistling for the dog.

A moment later he heard footsteps, but from the wrong direction. He turned to see the Weasley twins shuffling towards him.

“What are you doing? How come you're not going to Hogsmeade?” he asked.

“We wanted to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go,” Fred started.

“Except you never showed,” George finished. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just… wanted some fresh air.”

“That’s a lie,” Fred scoffed.

“But we’ll allow it.”

“For now at least. Besides, we’ve got bigger things to talk about.”

Harry stared on first in incredulity, then in awe as the twins showed off the Marauder’s Map before turning it over to him.

Harry was tracing the secret passage he’d have to take, debating with himself, when padded footsteps and a cheerful bark announced Grim’s presence.

He looked up and smiled as the dog walked up to the garden wall. “There you are. Took you long enough. You weren’t hiding from the twins were you?”

Grim cocked his head to the side.

“Yeah, probably not. I’d bet they’d get a kick out of you though. They’re mischief makers. They’d probably set up some prank that involved making half the school think you actually were your namesake or something.”

Grim practically fell over as he gave his bark-laugh.

Harry chuckled as well and dug into his pockets to pull out the sausages he’d nabbed from breakfast for the hound.

At the smell of food, Grim came closer, tail wagging. He paused though as he caught sight of the map draped over the garden wall.

“Cool, huh. The twins gave it to me for Christmas. We’ll actually need to cut this short. I’m going to use it to sneak out and meet Hermione and Ron in Hogsmeade.”

The stray didn’t seem to be listening though, his focus solely on the map. He even rose up onto his hind legs and set his forepaws on the wall so he could get a better look.

Harry frowned at the odd behavior, but shrugged it off. Grim was weird. Instead he tapped the title at the top. “You know, Padfoot wouldn’t have been a bad name for you, huh? I still think Grim’s better though.”

That at least got a snort out of the dog, but he still didn’t look away from the map until a minute later when he gave a small whine. He set his paw on the map and turned to Harry. When Harry didn’t do anything he looked down at the map, then back at the boy.

Curious, Harry leaned over and looked at where his paw was resting. Half the paw was over a hallway and half was in the staffroom. One of his claws, though, was pointing at the room’s only occupant that Harry could see.

“Lupin? He’s our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

Grim watched him for a beat, two, then suddenly he was racing across the grounds towards the castle, map clenched in his teeth.

“Grim, wait, stop! What are you doing?” Harry shouted, taking chase. He followed him through the slightly ajar front doors, up stairs, and passed empty corridors.

Harry thanked the heavens that it was the day of a Hogsmeade trip so the castle was emptier than usual. Harry didn’t know how he’d explain either the map or the dog if they were caught, let alone both!

When Grim darted into a classroom Harry prayed that it was empty before following. Once inside, he noticed that not only was it empty, it was also the classroom where the very man they had been discussing before taught. He quickly shrugged that off in favor of latching onto Grim’s neck. He grabbed the map, but quickly let it go again in fear of ripping it.

“Grim knock it off. Let it go. Come on, we need to get you back to the forest. Stop!”

“Harry?”

Both dog and boy froze before turning to the door to see Remus Lupin walking in. He froze at the sight of them, going pale.

Harry immediately let the dog go and stood up straight. “Professor, I can explain!”

“Harry, get over here, right now,” Lupin urged, still staring at the dog.

Harry’s eyes widened as the professor pulled his wand. He stepped in front of Grim and held up his hands. “Wait, it’s okay. Grim’s… well he’s not mine, but he’s not dangerous.”

“Harry-”

“I’m serious. He’s kind of protective, but he’s never even so much as growled at me since I found him this summer.”

“Th-this summer?” Lupin’s wand was still raised, but he looked more confused as he approached.

Harry nodded. “I know he’s pretty big and kind of scary -- I think Ron’s still half convinced he’s a Grim -- and he’s not actually supposed to be at Hogwarts, but that’s not really my fault. He just showed up! Hermione thinks he might be part crup, which makes him super loyal to wizards or something. So he won’t hurt anyone! He’s been here all year and no one’s even seen him until now. I-”

Lupin sucked in a breath and grabbed Harry’s arm, yanking the boy behind him before Harry could stop him.

“He’s not a crup.”

“Prof-”

“He’s an Animagus.”

Harry opened his mouth to object, but then Grim set down the map and stood up. And kept standing up until he shifted into an emaciated man with long matted black hair.

“That’s…” Harry mumbled, staring into the face of Sirius Black.

“Stay back,” Lupin said, though Harry couldn’t tell if he was talking to him or the criminal.

Black gave the professor a smile as he picked up the map. “Remus.”

“Don’t. Harry, go get McGonagall. She should still be in the staffroom.”

Harry took half a step back, but his confusion held him in place.

“No!” Black stepped towards the two, but quickly retreated when Remus raised his wand. “I’ve waited too long. He’s here. He’s HERE!”

“I’m not letting you kill Harry!”

Black started shaking his head and held out the map. “He’s here! I’ve found him!”

“You found me months ago,” Harry said, pointing out what was bemusing him so much.

“Harry, go!”

“He’s here, Moony! See, look, he’s here! I’ve found him! Wormtail!”

“Peter’s dead!” Lupin snapped, looking furious. “You killed him!”

“I meant to,” Black growled and bared his teeth in a way that made him look more like Grim, “but little Peter got the better of me… not this time, though! He’s here! Look! In Gryffindor Tower!” He threw the map at Lupin’s feet.

The professor slowly reached down and picked up the map, his eyes and wand never leaving Sirius. He shook it out and held it up so he could look at it while keeping Black in view. Black seemed to quickly leave his mind though as he turned his full focus onto the map and surprise filled his face. “That’s impossible.”

Harry stepped closer to see the map. The area Lupin was focused on was the same tower Black had been talking about. He didn’t understand Lupin’s reaction until he noticed a presence within Harry’s otherwise empty dormitory.

Peter Pettigrew

Harry frowned, not recognizing the name and wondering why they were in his dorm.

“He’s here! He faked his death and has been hiding like the rat he is! He’s been here, Remus! Near Harry! I have to kill him! I will kill him!”

“Kill who? What’s going on?” Harry shouted, but the two ignored him.

“But then,” Lupin muttered, turning to Black, “why hasn't he shown himself before now? Unless…” The professor’s eyes went wide and unfocused. “Unless he was the one -- unless you switched -- without telling me?”

Eyes on him, Black nodded slowly.

“Professor,” Harry interrupted loudly, “what's going on?”

Before he could say more, Lupin lowered his wand, walked up to Black, and pulled him into a hug.

Harry was, officially, completely lost.

TFW you misspell serious as Sirius when writing "The grim is serious, Harry!" and just... Well yes Ron, but you shouldn't know that.

#Harry Potter #Sirius Black #prisoner of azkaban

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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A Brother’s promise pt.1; Bucky x teen reader

Okay now that I’ve gotten up all my Peter Quill oneshots for Chris Pratt’s bday, I can now go back and finish up my Bucky masterlist and once that is all done, MY MASTERLIST WILL BE COMPLETELY UPDATES WOOOOOO!! Now be prepared for some brotherly feels but at the end it ends with angst but don’t worry I’ll post up pt. 2 immediately after this. I hope you guys enjoy it. Warnings for assault and swearing but other than that FEELS AND FLUFF.

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@evyiione

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*1943*

It was just your average Spring day up here in Brooklyn, NY. Except that we were on the brink of war with Germany. Able-bodied young men or veterans from the last World war signed up to join the allies and fight off Germany and the Axis powers and my brother was fortunately one of the men who had passed his physical exams and now was waiting for his orders to come in. It was fortunate for them because my brother was probably the best man they could have, but unfortunate for me personally because he's the only family I've got left, well except for Steve but let's face it I'm looking after him more than him for me *but poor sweetie he does try to defend me as best he can when it comes to boys wanting me for my body when my brother isn't around*.

I decided to go see a movie today after waking up to find the house empty, probably because Buck may have been called in to receive his orders. So since I had no responsibilities to do today I thought eh why not go see what cartoon's are showing in the cinemas today. I purchased my ticket and got a small candy bar to snack on during the movie. I managed to find a seat in the crowd and the lights dimmed ready for the movie to start. But just before the film started, an advertisement promoting what is happening over seas at the war and what we as fellow citizens can do to help the soldiers that are fighting to protect us. I began to think that maybe I could be a nurse since I am in a nursing program at school studying to become one after I graduate from High school.

But of course Big Brother Best Friend disagrees.

He thinks I should collect scrap metal and work in the factory or sew up uniforms, anything to stay here on American soil.

But it was then a male's voice cried out.

"Who cares! Would you just play the movie!" Very loudly and obnoxiously I might point out.

"Show some respect you asshole" I muttered as the ad continued to roll on how we as citizens can help.

"Come on! Let's go! Hey just start the cartoon!" The boy said again. He was even starting to make some people in the theater cry, angry, annoyed, even insulted at what he was saying because most of them had family members (like me) who were already in Europe fighting in the war some even had received word that either husbands, brothers or sons have been either Killed or Missing in action. My hands were shaking with rage at this asshole's mockery.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD!!!!" I exclaimed in rage as the male now stood up and turned around to face me. My eyes narrowed viciously.

I punched him across the face as we were now in an alleyway and kicked him in the balls making him cringe and fall to the ground.

"Maybe next time you'll have some respect for the men in the uniform! Especially towards their family members!" I was mainly speaking about Bucky and how anyone who disrespects the soldiers disrespects him personally and I HATE when people talk about my brother in a negative or cruel way behind his back. I adjusted my purse and walked away from the alleyway but then the next thing I knew I was tackled from behind and pushed up against the wall with my arms pinned to my side and my chin being grasped in this scum's free hand.

"You know, I like a woman with fire in her. You'd make a pretty cute doll". He forced his lips on mine making me scream and try to push him off me but he made sure to keep my hands pinned and my legs immobile by pinning his whole body on top of mine.

"HEY!!" The boy was soon pulled away from me and standing protectively in front of me now was my Brother Bucky Barnes. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to treat women nicely, especially girls that are younger than you!" He snarled protectively. The bully tried to throw a weak punch at my brother but he dodged it and sucker punched the bully across the jaw before literally kicking him in the butt towards the wall and pinning him against it while taking his wrists and pulling his arms behind him. The bully cried out in pain as my brother sneered, "now you apologize to my sister or you'll have to find a way to walk without your arms OR your legs!" Bucky pulled the bully's arms back further making him cry out in agony. "APOLOGIZE!"

"OKAY MAN OKAY!! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! UNCLE MAN UNCLE!!"

"Now get out of here!" Bucky tossed him aside and kicked him in the butt again and this time the bully ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Bucky turned towards me and said."Sometimes I think I should just put a leash on you so you don't go running into trouble".

"Like that would honestly work Buck, besides I managed to beat him up a bit before the bastard took me by surprise".

"Uh-huh".

"I did! I kicked him in the balls!"

"Alright now watch your language young lady, what would mom say if she could hear you talk like this?"

"She'd make me wash my mouth off with soap over ten times". Bucky then grabbed my purse from the floor just a bit away from where I was tackled and handed it back to me which I accepted and finally took notice of his uniform. "You got your orders?" Bucky looked down at himself and said.

"The 107th, Sargent James Barnes, and shipping out for England first thing tomorrow". My heart dropped. Tomorrow? He was leaving so soon? This early after being drafted for only a few weeks. I clenched the handle of my purse and said solemnly.

"Guess we should go home and pack your stuff". I didn't want him to leave this early, truthfully I didn't want him to leave at all. I know it sounds selfish of me but hey I'm his little sister so I've gotta be selfish at least once or twice right?

Bucky smiled softly and wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me close and noogied me softly,

"Hey come on sis, it's my last night. Don't make me remember my baby sister with a frown on her face".

"I'm not a baby!" I retorted.

"Yes you are, you're my wittle baby-waby sister!" Bucky teased.

"Shut up jerk-face!" I pushed on his chest freeing myself from his grip and adjusted my hair from his brotherly noogies. I grinned back at him and exclaimed "race yah home!" Bucky then ran after me and the two of us raced back to our apartment.

Just when I was about to win by reaching the stairs, I was picked up and placed at the side of the stairs by Bucky allowing him to run up the stairs first.

"Hey! No fair! Cheater!"

"All's fair in love and war sister dear! Besides you never established ground rules!" I raced after him and then he reached the door first and a few seconds later I got to the door. "What took you so long slow-poke?"

"You cheated and you know it. I feel sorry for the 107th division knowing that they'll have a cheater on board their unit".

"Wanna repeat that?" As I unlocked the door then as soon as I got it open, he head-locked me and dragged me inside as the two of us playfully growled and cried out battle cries and sounds as we wrestled until he had me pinned on the couch.

"Get off me you goober!"

"Sorry what was that?"

"Oh I know you can hear me jerk-face!"

"Come again. I can't hear over the sounds of how awesome I am".

"Oh that's really mature Buck, now get off me pretty please?" I then busted out my secret weapon.

The triple decker, sweet and adorable bunny face *with nose twitch*. I leaned up against his face allowing my nose to twitch against his cheek as he exclaimed in a playfully dying tone.

"Oh no, not that! No please stop it, I can't take it. It's too much, Oh God no I cant--I......" He then fell to the ground "dead" with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

"Take that Sargent, not even a hard core soldier can withstand the power of the Bunny face!" It was then Bucky suddenly tackled me back onto the couch making the two of us laugh. As we began to settle down, my sadness soon started coming back to me. My eyes lost their happy sparkle and my lips formed into a frown.

"Hey, come here you," Bucky lifted me up and held me close to his chest allowing me to cry into his shoulder. "Shhh, easy girl, easy, easy now. Shhh, it's okay, okay it's okay shh".

"I'm gonna miss you Buck, I wish you didn't have to go".

"And believe me when I say that I wish I didn't either. But we need all the soldiers we can get, I have to go, besides they'll need a little class with me over there". We both softly laughed then Bucky raised my chin up to look me in the eyes and said as he wiped away my tears, "but please (y/n), don't let my last memory of you be you crying for me, I want to see that beautiful smile on your face can you show me that smile now?" With my tears and broken heart I couldn't quite give him that 'ray of sunshine' smile he says I have, but my lips did twitch a bit in a lope-sided smile. "Now that wasn't it, I deserve to see that smile, even if I have to force it outta yah". He then began tickling my sides.

I thrashed and tried to escape his tickly hands but he had me trapped against the couch and him but each time I tried to push him away, he would move onto the next available open space to tickle me. After awhile of begging, he finally stopped and allowed me to breathe.

"And I even got to hear that beautiful laugh too, a bonus for Big Brother".

"Yeah--right...... you nearly tickled me to death you jerk!" Bucky grinned smugly but then his face softened as he stroked my hair out of my eyes and tucked them behind my ear. "Oh God, I soaked your uniform with my stupid tears".

"Hey, don't worry about that that'll dry quick no one will notice, but you however are a different story (n/n)" he wiped my tears away with his thumb and continued, "I'll make sure to write as much as I can, and if that knucklehead Steve stays here, he'll be here to take care of you. I won't let myself be killed that easily because I have something else important worth fighting for besides freedom". He smiled at me and I smiled back at him. "There it is, there's that smile I've been waiting for" he kissed my forehead, cheeks, and nose before Eskimo kissing me making me softly laugh.

"Promise you'll come back home safe and sound?" He stroked my cheek and said.

"I'll promise this; when and if I come back from the war, as soon as we're back together. You. Me. The old cabin in the woods, just like when we were kids. We'll take the trail that mom and dad took us on every year we went there, and it'll just be the two of us together camping the whole time for 3 months, how's that sound sis?" The old cabin just my Big brother and I? Catching fireflies, watching the stars and making pictures with them, roasting marshmallows making s'mores, doing everything we use to do when we were kids?

Heck yeah that sounded good.

I sniffled and nodded with a smile on my face. Bucky smiled back and embraced me back as he kissed my head softly as he stroked my hair.

"I love you baby sis".

"Love you too Big Brother Best Friend".

*FF TWO YEARS LATER*

Hoping to have my brother back soon with news of the allies winning gave me hope that that camping trip was still on. But it wasn't until I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door revealing a group of men, one of them actually being the famous Howard Stark, and a woman.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes are you Miss (y/n) Barnes?" The woman asked.

"Yes I am, why?"

"Miss Barnes my name is Agent Peggy Carter, your brother and friend Steve Rogers fought along side us, Howard Stark helped design Captain Roger's weapons and these other gentlemen were apart of the Howling Commandos alongside your brother, there was to be a telegram to be sent to you but we felt like you should receive the news in person," Peggy then began to tell me how my brother fell off a movie train during a mission defending Steve, and how Steve saved the city of New York by putting the ship in the water.

My heart stopped and my body froze.

Next thing I remember, I'm leaning against Miss Carter crying as I fell to my knees. My brother and best friend whom I've considered another big brother are both dead. But that wasn't the worse thing, as crazy as it sounds it wasn't the worst thing.

The worst thing was that Bucky broke his BBBFF promise to me.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x teen reader #captain america fanfiction #brotherly fluff #fluff #angst end #brother bucky

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royaielfroot · 7 years

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hey!! im tryna get into the nwhl and i was told you would be a good person to come to just to ask about your fav teams and players just to tell me some basic stuff about them?

If you’re completely new to the league i’d recommend reading THIS & THIS it has basic facts on how to follow the league + links to all the NWHL twitters which you in my opinion must follow to follow the league & they give insight on the players & the teams ! + They’re really cute and have a bunch of interactions.

OK this turned into more of a me talking about some of my faves on every team + some basic info about the teams! And since I have a lot of strong feelings about this league this post is kinda long so I’m putting facts about my fave players on the 4 NWHL teams under the cut!

NEW YORK RIVETERS: Fell in love with the logo stayed for the players. They’re currently second in the league! They struggled a bit last season but required some really good players this season, Amanda Kessel, Kaleigh Fratkin, Rebecca Russo for example! This team just makes me really happy! They all seem to get along so great and many of the players are rooming together (Rafter and Johnston, Kessel & Burke & Russo for example). They’re all very supportive of their former goalie Nana Fujimoto who played in with them last season but left to prepare for the Olympics! The team also lost Jenny Scrivens another goalie who holds a special place in my heart and helped this league grow a bunch! She worked for the NWHL when she wasn’t playing for the Riveters.Madison Packer #14 is my all time favorite hockey player, she’s a very offensive forward! She’s a vet who’s been with the team since the start and has had the A for as long! She’s the YCP ambassador for the Rivs too & have spent a lot of time on twitter calling sexists and yikes ppl out! She has a really cute dog called Zoey! She also know like 3 sentences in swedish so i’m sold!!!Ashley Johnston #10! The captain herself! She’s also been with the team since the start and has worn the C the entire time! She’s on defense and she’s the tallest player in the league! I fell completely in love w her when I saw THIS video of her girlfriend proposing to her on the ice :’) also how great is it to have a WLW captain! She’s also the biggest Star Wars fan and has a stormtrooper onsie she dresses up in. She’s very cute and a great captain who have talked a lot about the changes the NWHL are going through and how it affects the player etc. she cried while announcing the salary cuts to the team.Tatiana Rafter #7 One of the off season signings! She played for the Beauts last season but went unsigned until the last second of the off season more or less! She wrote THIS great piece on not being no1 and accepting your place in the world etc. that piece and quotes from it has meant a lot to me since i graduated! She’s just a great personality who keeps on giving to the fans, she recently made an 8min long video supporting a 7 y/o girl who got bullied for playing hockey.BUFFALO BEAUTS: My second fav team and the imho most underrated team in the league! They’re currently last in standings but last year they faced Pride in the Isobel Cup Finals! Since then they’ve lost a couple of key players (Meghan Duggan for example) but they’re still a great team! Kelley Steadman #3 one of this years All Star Captains! And the MVP of last years ASG! A great forward who’s key payer in WHL history! She used to play for the Boston Blades in the CWHL and won a championship with them. And she scored the first ever Beauts goal! She’s also a big scorer & helper with 10 points in 8 games this season! I believe she’s just a practice player, or at least was last year, but she’s still one of the bigger names in the league which is really cool!Emily Pfalzer #7 She’s the shortest NWHL player (5′2!), And the captain of the Beauts for the second year in a row! She was one of the ASG Captains last season and participated this year too!Harrison Browne #24. AKA Brownie! A very important player in hockey history, first out trans man in pro US sports! He’s a great guy who too has played two seasons in the league. Watch his gr8 Youtube channel where you can get to know him more HERE. He was the fan picked All Star at this years All Star game & scored 2 goals for Team Kessel! He has two(?) pet ferrets!!! Which is the cutest thing ever probably. His jerseys was among the top most sold ones before the break!

CONNECTICUT WHALE: Probably the cutest logo lbr? It’s a whale! They are doing well this season and are competing for the second spot! They lost a great player & leader this season when Molly Engstrom left to go play in the SDHL, but they replaced her with Meghan Huertas who’s been doing great so far! Also fun fact they have 3 Nicole’s on the team, what’s up with that? Anya Battaglino #4 fan favorite and a veteran from last season, plays both defense and as a forward! She’s really interactive with fans and along with Tatiana Rafter she did live on ice interviews with the All Stars during the 2017 ASG. She doesn’t play all the games, and spent a good time last year with an injury. But! When not on the ice she’s very active on social media and sometimes does live commentary! She’s a great person and she’s truly devoted to growing the game. She was recently named director of the NWHL Players Association, to keep a more open dialogue between the players and the leagues board!Kelly Babstock #8 Crazy good forward! She finished the 15-16 season with 26 points in 18 games! Meaning that she too is on her second year with the league. She’s one of few Canadians in the league, and was the first canadian to score a goal in the NWHL!

BOSTON PRIDE: The most stacked team with almost all USWNT players (so that they are close to USWNT training camps), currently 1st in the league and haven’t lost a game all season. They won the Isobel Cup last season and have managed to keep most players from that run on the roster! They’re a really close group of players which is really nice! Sweet logo & great fanbase. There’s talk about the USWNT players not playing in the NWHL season next year to prepare for the Olympics which will cost the Pride about half their roster if not more. So a team with change on the horizon!Brittany Ott #29 The best NWHL goalie without doubt, she’s crazy good! In an ongoing bromance with Brianna Decker and most of her team tbh (as in people asked if they were dating). One of the many players who transferred from the CWHL. YCP ambassador for the Pride! One of the biggest supporters of the #14Strong movement to support Denna Laing. Loves Dunkin’ Donut A LOT, as in most of her tweets include her giving them a shoutout. I love her a lot! Very positive and cute person! Carried the Pride to a Isobel Cup win last season.Blake Bolden #10 Player on Team Steadman during the 2017 ASG she won hardest shot! She was the first African American player to play in the NWHL, and has too been with the Pride for 2 seasons! She was on the Pride roster that played the Outdoor Classic against CWHL’s Canadiennes, and was the first and only Pride player to score a goal! Watch this cute interview with her on “though workouts”. Also this piece about her says much about her as a person! She’s a big Boston girl and wants to play there no matter the league!Meghan Duggan #17 One of the first players I stumbled upon! She’s such a good player and has captained team USA for a bunch of years now /they call her captain america). She’s won two olympic silver medals & 6 Worlds medals. She once held a Ted Talk that made me cry where she talks about being a rolemodel and stuff it’s great watch it here. She’s been with the NWHL two seasons but last season she played for the Beauts, but signed with the Pride this season. She’s a good friend and old rival with her teammate Kacey Bellamy (”It’s a grind every time Meghan and I play. (…) I know we’ll laugh about it and talk trash against each other but it’ll be fun and be a healthy rivalry” quote from Kacey Bellamy) and they were at each other quite a bit last season when they were playing on different teams!

I can go on about this league for days but I need to stop myself haha! I hope this helped a bit and I’d love to answer other questions you have too! This is a great league and the website provides with a lot of info. They have all rosters with pics of the players which helps out a lot! I’d follow as many of the players on twitter and instagram as possible! That’s where you learn most stuff, and there’s a bunch of articles and interviews with these players if you dig enough through google! I live by the rule that the players make the team, which might explain why i went off about them more than the team as a whole.

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bubblyani · 5 years

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Valuable Witness

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

A Lucifer Morningstar One Shot

Request: Could I possibly ask you for another imagine where Lucifer embarrasses the professor, takes reader out of a class, and well smut •o• - @kittenlittle24

Rating: Mature

Author’s Note: I gotta say I love writing for Lucifer. This request ended up being really fun as others always were. Enjoy!

“University? He works at a University?” Lucifer Morningstar’s inquiry was a loud one. He sounded quite offended. And that did not fail to attract looks of confusion from all those who passed by.

Rolling her eyes, Detective Chloe Decker drew in a deep breath.

“Yeah, according to the bunch of witnesses from the precinct” she answered. The dynamic duo stood before the gates of one well-known university in LA. An interestingly gruesome case had fallen on to their laps, and there they were following leads.

“Huh...” He said, amidst a many thoughts. Chloe watched the expression of her partner’s face transition from confusion, to sudden realization, and finally to pure satisfaction. “What an unexpected surprise indeed”

Typically, the sight of carefree youth roaming about in their liberty, would excite the Civilian Consultant/Club Owner. But today, he seemed more quiet, more to himself. Even when they walked into the university premises. A silent Lucifer was nothing usual.

“You okay?” Decker could not believe she even had to ask him that. Scrolling through his phone, Lucifer looked up. “Me? I’m splendid” He said. Looking back, he stared at it a few more seconds, only to changed his mind, putting it back in his pocket. Nodding, Decker tried her best to contain her smile of disbelief.

“You know...” she began, “Ella and I were talking earlier. And we realized how we still haven’t met your girlfriend yet” she said.

“Ah...” the partner flashed a grin, “...all in good time, Detective” he said. Chloe scoffed, shaking her head. “Right” she said. “What?” Lucifer asked, looking surprised. Opening her mouth, Decker paused. “No...it’s just that...” she began, “ I’d rather believe that you slept with a hundred women this morning alone, than to accept the fact you actually got yourself....a girlfriend!”

“Detective, How dare you?” Lucifer halted, as Decker walked away.

“It’s just not plausible”

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“Ms. Platt...we have witnesses claiming Whitlock was last seen here. Would you mind if we ask some questions about that?”

“ I don’t know who even made these claims..” said Melissa Platt, the supposed head of administration of the University, “...but I can assure you we are not harboring any criminals here”

“I can understand your concern” Decker nodded with understanding, “But we would like to question some of the students-Lucifer...where are you going?”

Lucifer halted, turning to find the Detective and Platt staring at him while he attempted to exit the office.

“Sorry...but Nature Calls... “ he said, “Where is the little boys room by the way?” He asked the woman.

“All the way down to your left”

“Wonderful. Thank you” he clapped with relief, “Don’t wait up Detective” he said, leaving Decker to roll her eyes once again.

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You did not regret going to University this late in age, even if it meant taking classes on a part time basis. It would never hurt to increase your work value with a bit more qualifications. All that you agreed to.

Yet, taking a one of those classes that was both compulsory and repulsive certainly screamed “a waste of time” . Scribbling down on your notepad, you sighed. The Professor’s manner of teaching bored you so much, you did not know what exactly to write down. Except “THIS SUCKS”.

Ding! And just like that, you felt the phone make it’s presence known. Grabbing it instantly, you sneaked a peek.

Hello gorgeous!

You smiled. It was him. Your boyfriend. Though your heart was lifted in an instant, you were also confused.

You rarely text during work. Are you in trouble? You wrote before you hit send. Ding!

Oh no, I’m quite alright. He answered.

Yeah right, you thought.

Ding! Before things got out of hand, You quickly turned the phone to vibrate mode.

Just wondering...which classroom are you in now?

You raised your eyebrows, mind filled with questions.

???? Now I’m really worried. Do you need help with something?

The buzz on the table signaled his reply.

Oh, come on! Do tell!

Chuckling silently, you began to type in secret.

206...but seriously...what’s going on?

Your finger almost hit ‘Send’, but the burst of the lecture hall door made you jump in your chair. Along with the others “EXCUSE ME ..Excuse Me...Ah! So sorry for the intrusion...”

Your jaw dropped. It was no wonder the voice sounded familiar. For it was him, your boyfriend.

Lecture Hall 206 grew noisy within seconds thanks to 50 odd curious students. Taking confident strides through the crowd, Lucifer’s eyes quickly caught yours, eyeing you like a hawk. Hence you blushing with intensity with no hesitation.

“Omg...who is that? He is one fine piece” the young woman seated next to you whispered.

“Uh huh...” you muttered as if was your first time. Yet your lips slowly formed a smile. He was a fine piece. And you were proud of that. Not to mention a little heat building up on the inside.

“What’s on earth is going on?” The professor stepped forward from the Podium, “We have a lecture in session!”

“My Apologies Professor...Lucifer Morningstar, Civilian Consultant for the LAPD” Lucifer said, “We are here on an important investigation regarding a gruesome crime, and Me and my associate believe there might be a Valuable Witness here that needs to be questioned...You there!” He said, pointing his finger forward.

Eyes widened, you quickly felt the entire attention of the room fall on you.

“M-me?” You stuttered. “Yes dear” He replied, as he began to walk over to you, “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me...” he said with a bit of authority, “...come on!” Although that last bit quickly turned playful.

“Lucky ...” your classmate shot you an envious look. Excitedly, you gathered your things together, stuffing them down your bag.

“Wait! You can’t take her out like that!” The Professor barked at the two of you. “Well... I’m afraid these students are not children...” Lucifer loudly addressed him with a tone that may have hinted annoyance.

“Yes, but they are in my class! That’s it! I’m calling Security ” the man cried, reaching for the desk phone. Gripping on to your bag, you wondered whether complying to your boyfriend’s offer was a mistake.

“Alright..” Sighing, Lucifer walked down,”I didn’t really want to do this to you in front of everyone but...” hands dug deep in his pockets when he stood before the Professor.

“Tell me....Professor, What does a man like you truly desire?”

He inquired. His gaze allowed him to witness the eyes of the fuming man change. Finally hypnotized, he did not even fight with temptation.

“Bondage”

He blurted.

The moment that escaped his lips, gasps of shock filled the room instead of curious buzz. “Oh my!” Lucifer smiled naughtily. Coming to realization, the Professor covered his mouth with embarrassment, “Oh no!”

“Oh yes...I guess your true desires just sprung out of your control, Hmm? But in front of your students? Oh dear...” Leaving the Professor to deal with his embarrassment, Lucifer made his exit, not forgetting to take you with him.

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“Luci...” you whispered, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere with a bit more privacy...”Lucifer replied nonchalantly, as you both made your way through the empty hallway, “Ah! here! Lovely”

And in an instant, you found yourself inside a Janitorial broom closet with your boyfriend, where you were finally able to let your reactions loose.

“Oh man...” you laughed as he locked the door, “I just can’t believe you did that! ” You said, with your hands on your waist.

“Well I hope you’re not upset” Lucifer said, slight concern in his voice that appeared out of nowhere. You scoffed.

“You kidding me? I hated that class. So that was really fun” you said, “But seriously, what are you doing here?”

“Well, one case actually....”

“A case?” You asked, “But still you stormed your way in here to find me. Why?”

“Well...since this was your supposed University...I wanted to say Hi...”

Folding your arms, you raised your eyebrows with a suspicious smile. Unable to bluff, he sighed. “...and it’s possible that I missed you” he admitted, opening the wound that he tried so hard to close “It’s been too long since I last saw you”

You swore you heard hurt deposited in his voice. Which was quite rare for Lucifer. But not so rare for those who knew him well enough.

“Awww babe...” you began, “I’m sorry” you said, holding his hand with a sigh. “Things got a bit hectic with school and uh...didn’t really have time to stop by LUX” you said sadly, “...but come on! I bet it must not have been so bad huh? I mean it’s LUX” you said, reminded of the glamor and the abundance of the beautiful women that lingered there. Surely he was not serious.

“I just crashed your lecture, embarrassed your professor and brought you into a broom closet. How bad do you think it is?” Lucifer said, looking squarely in to your eyes. You nodded in acknowledgment.

“Point made”you said, “Which again, was incredible by the way”

“Well... I guess you can call it the Lucifer Boyfriend Experience” he said proudly with a smile. You gasped mockingly.

“Oh...I should be so lucky” you teased.

“You should be ...” he purred, taking a step closer to you “...you’re with me”

“Oh you-”

Your sarcastic response was more or less interrupted, as his hungry lips crashed into yours. It was evident that Lucifer wanted to kiss you. And you weren’t going to reject that need. Not after this long. Lovers reunited, bodies were pressed together, and hands busier than ever before.

“So...” you breathed, as his lips traveled down to your neck , “When you said you missed me, did that include fooling around in a broom closet?”

“Given the circumstances...” he replied, pushing the neckline of your turtle neck top down,”..taking you home would just be long and torturous..Ah! Why won’t this stay down?” He snapped for your top got in the way of his kisses to your impatient neck.

“If you must know, I came here to study. Not to-” you weren’t so lucky to finish sentences today, not especially when he shushed you with his kiss once again.

“Well then...I wonder how will you dress if I were to visit often...” he asked, lips brushing against yours. “Probably something that you can tear off easy ...” you replied with a hint of sass, to which he kissed you back with a growl.

Unwilling to watch him suffer, you quickly stretched upwards in order to take off your turtle neck top. Evil victorious laughter filled your ears when you threw it away, causing him to attack your neck. With his grip on your waist like iron, your eyes fluttered with ecstasy as his lips roamed about the sensitive spots that made home on the crook of your neck, collarbones and exposed cleavage.

Moaning softly, you threw your head back. “Oh I missed you wanting me this much” you said, with his fingers strategically unhooking your bra.

“And I missed you...” he growled, biting your lower lip softly. You groaned in frustration.

“Uh...pants off please” you purred, hunching forward enough to take the bra off you.

“Oh...Polite as always...” Lucifer cried with glee, his kisses making rough contact with you while he leaned in, unbuckling his pants.

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The idea of straddling your lover who ‘claimed’ to be the devil, always aroused you. Hence it was your favorite position.

Settled on the small table firmly, his hands cooled your bare back as he held you. Holding you tightly while you moved up and down, with him inside you. The key fitted in perfectly, every second that you took him felt complete. And you were reminded of it. You realized how much you missed it. Curse busy schedules, you could not believe you spent so much time away from this. You could not believe how long you managed to survive without his eyes constantly washed all over you this way.

“Lucifer” you breathed, “I’m almos-“

“Right there with you darling-ah!” Muffled cries filled with frustration were shared by both of you, as you felt him finally reach his peak, filling you up with his release. Biting softly into his shoulder, your cries grew softer until they were barely audible. To which he responded by breathing on to your neck, making your skin feel hot.

Panting heavily, you pulled away to take a good look at your lover. “Well...” you began, feeling him press his nose against your chest, “Didn’t think ‘keeping it down’ would be this difficult” you said to the distracted man, who seemed to be greatly occupied with showering the curves of your breasts with his kisses. Humming with relish, you felt him indulge you; as his lips took the chance to speak it’s mind to the bosom that teased him so earlier. As you ran your fingers through his hair, you swore you felt his kisses specially utter how much he missed them.

“Thank you...by the way,” you said, softly, urging him to look at you “I promise I’ll be the loud as you want at your place” you said, biting the side of your lower lip. A surprising laugh exited you the moment his face lit up in an instant. “Oh...I’m liking this promise” he said. Chuckling together, you both kissed in agreement, clearly equally happy with this reunion.

The closet door flew open with a loud noise, forcing you to yelp. Holding you tightly, Lucifer turned his head to find a shocked Chloe Decker standing there fully armed.

“Lucifer!” She cried, putting the gun down. Turning to fully face her, Lucifer stood proudly revealing lipstick marks all over his bare chest and opened shirt, skillfully keeping you modest while you hid behind him in just your skirt and nothing else.

“Ah Detective...” Lucifer said “I’m afraid Tinkle time turned a bit elastic”

“Detective?” Your eyes peeped over his shoulder”Oh shit” you groaned, curling up behind him.

“What?” He turned back confusingly, “What’s the matter?”

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“And this...is Detective Chloe Decker” Lucifer said, gesturing to his partner, to whom you extended your hand without hesitation. It was trying to hide your embarrassment, after stepping out of the closet, finally dressed and decent. But introductions were due anyways.

“It is so nice to finally meet you Detective ” you said, with eyes twinkling “But I’m really sorry..this was definitely not the way I wanted us to meet for the first time ”

“Well it’s Lucifer so...I’m not surprised” Chloe replied with a reassuring smile, as if she could sense your sincerity and the guilt that was hidden in your voice.

“True...” you chuckled along with her, “..talk about dramatic huh?” You said, pointing at the closet behind you.

“Ladies... “ Lucifer said, as he cleared his throat, “Really ...how dare you?”

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theliterateape · 4 years

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Chris Churchill Saves the World | It Was Good While It Lasted: Saying Farewell to the Chicago Trolley & Double Decker Co

By Chris Churchill

Anyone who knows me knows a few things about me. Comedy, music, birds, and trolleys. Three passions and a job. Of course, I haven’t driven a trolley in about six months. I’m a teacher now. The music is still in me and so is the comedy. Only now I use those tendencies as I make my documentaries for the MFA program in Documentary Media at Northwestern University where I am now a student. Spoiler: not too many funny documentarians out there. The birds are all day every day with me. If it’s not the friends I share my apartment with, it’s the pigeons, the sparrows, the hawks, and the mourning doves that get my attention any time they seem to be busy with something outside. It’s the trolley thing that has gone away.

And I don’t mean just for me. Just found out last night that the company that employed me as a trolley driver/tour guide for twenty-one years is going out of business, after more than a quarter century on December 31st. I assume at the stroke of midnight, so as my wife called to my attention, it might affect a few New Year’s Eve celebrations. Definitely, a lot of spring and summer weddings that will need to adjust their transportation plans.

Two things strike me about this sudden news that I just received. As I look back, I realize that though we told stories about Chicago to millions upon millions of visitors over those years, we actually became part of Chicago’s history as well. The other thing that I realized was that Chicago Trolley & Double Decker Company was murdered from within and without; a slow death of slow poison and a thousand tiny cuts that ended with a young pirate running their sword through a dying old man.

The company was created by three guys from LaGrange back in the early nineties. Tim Lattner (son of the Heisman Trophy winner, Johnny Lattner), Rob Pierson, and Tim Carey. They built it from the ground up, just a few trolleys at first, and a few seasonal employees. They were up against Gray Line (a trolley tour company), American Sightseeing (a double decker company), and the Chicago Police, I’m sure, to find their niche in a crowded market and a spot on the sidewalk to sell tickets and pick up passengers. Believe it or not, this company existed for five years before they every hired me.

By the time I joined the company, it was established and on the verge of tearing down the competition. You don’t see too many Gray Line trolleys or American Sightseeing double deckers downtown anymore do you? While I’m sure there were other circumstances that helped it along, I’d like to say that, ultimately, we did that. We went out there and with superior tours, salespeople, hustle, and by outnumbering their vehicles, we became ubiquitous. We became the thing that was in a tourist’s mind when they thought, “I want to take one of those trolley tours in Chicago.”

And I can’t tell you how much I loved it and hated it over the years. How much I loved hustling for tips with sometimes corny, sometimes just bizarre trolley jokes. I can’t tell you how rewarding it was to eventually stop doing trolley jokes on my tour as I settled into my confidence as a tour guide. As I was just able to narrate the story of Chicago, as I saw it, to people who wanted to know. And the people I met and worked with over the last twenty-one years are among the most unique, talented, passionate, and fun loving people I’ve ever known.

As a performer, I’ve made good friends creating and performing comedy shows, rehearsing, writing, and producing stuff. When I was an active comedian, I made some good comedian friends. I make friends wherever I go. But these trolley people… these are the people I think of all the time. There are people I worked with who passed on long ago but who I think of all the time. There are people who were there before I got there and appear to be riding this last trolley into its last loop around downtown. And these people are my family outside of my family and my mobile home away from home.

I’d tell you more, but that would take a book. So I wrote a book and Literate Ape put it out.

Buy it. Read it. Tell others.

“Twenty Years Without A Weekend”

So that pirate I talked about in the earlier metaphor—I saw them coming, and luckily for me, I was already on my way to another life when they showed up. The trolley company was purchased by, I guess you’d call them, a venture capitalist or maybe a turnaround artist. They don’t necessarily call themselves that. But when you look at the website for the company that just bought your parent company, you know. A bunch of young millionaire bios all over the About Us page. They were just doing a vague, big money, thing with no real mission other than making bigger money. Then, you add that the rest of their portfolio had absolutely nothing to do with transportation or tourism, the smell in the stockyards, where the trolleys are parked, became stronger than usual.

But this wasn’t the only corporate greed that killed us. Let’s not forget all the tiny cuts that left us vulnerable. When the company started, it was special, the owners had vision, the employees were on a mission. Then it got purchased by a transportation company and it slowly began to lose some of its focus. Little by little, the tour company became more of a transportation company. The trolleys were secondary to the larger corporation’s larger goal. That was what started it.

Then our success became a problem. Once we became the biggest game in town, we had to hire a lot of people, and quality control started to falter. It was no longer a small, focused crew. It was whomever could respond to our desperate cries for help in the Reader or hiring fairs we’d set up next to Second City.

Then, Megabus happened too. That discount bus company is owned by the same people who own Chicago Trolley & Double Decker. They share the lot with all the trolleys and double deckers. They also shared the attention and resources of the transportation company that, knowing or caring little about tours, was only skilled in the logistics of transportation but not of running a tour company.

So by a few years ago, the number of complaints about our tour grew. Check out our Yelp page. And we were too spread out as a company to do anything to affect a turnaround in the overall quality of our product. This isn’t to say that there weren’t a lot of great tour guides. There were always about ten really great ones, myself included. But when the ten great ones are outweighed, in the summer, by fifty poorly trained ones, well… you get the picture. I finally started telling tourists who rode with us in winter that they were getting the best tour because we only kept the good tour guides employed through the winter slow season.

That penultimate slash to our skins, cutting across the wrist but not yet the jugular, was a new kid in town named Big Bus. They came from out of town. They were built out of money. Built from the top down, rather than from the ground up. They came to town with one of their main goals to put Chicago Trolley & Double Decker Company out of business.

Doesn’t that sound familiar? That’s essentially what we accomplished with out rivals back in the day. What comes around goes around I guess. Big Bus will have its day in the sun and then the sun will set for them, too. This is not bitterness, just an observation of truth. Turn, turn, turn.

So I take a moment to think about how synonymous with Chicago tourism and just how special our company became during those years. We were part of the history of this town.

For many years, we were the Navy Pier Trolley. We were the city’s free trolley system that ran for a decade. We were the double deckers that carried the Chicago Blackhawks through Chicago after three separate Stanley Cup wins. And We were the company that carried the Cubs through the streets of Chicago and delivered them to the thirtieth largest gathering of humans in one place in the history of the world. Most of the gatherings ahead of that were religious pilgrimages. We were the trolleys on an evacuated Lake Shore Drive taking guests to and from the election night rally for Barack Obama in November 2008. That was us. That was history. We were a part of history.

I’m biased, of course. I’m also romanticizing a bit (it has been six months since I wore the khaki’s and red polo). But seriously, we were a great tour company for a long time—until we weren’t. We were a huge part of what made visiting Chicago special for over twenty-five years. And now it is officially history.

#chicago history #trolley #big business #end of an era #Chicago Trolley & Double Decker Company #Johnny Lattner

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I'm Not Good Enough

TOPIC OF THE DAY: I’m Not Good Enough

I’m about to get real personal here with you…

I’m not good enough is an excuse/issue I have had battles with a lot before in the past. And I still do to this day, just not to the same degree that I used to. Let me tell you a story…

Just days after my 28th birthday I found myself in a life situation I never thought I would be in: my marriage had fallen to pieces and Jack was asking me for a divorce.

I fell into a very deep depression. I didn’t eat for nearly a week, I cried anytime I was alone and I didn’t smile for weeks. My life, the life I had spent the last 14 years building with this person, was ending and I didn’t know how to cope.

Jack and I were high school sweethearts. We met when I was 14, and he was 16. In the beginning we didn't even connect on an emotional level. Jack actually tried hooking me up with his friend Aaron at the time. But a few weeks later when fate would have our paths cross again we finally connected in a way that only young teenagers in love can. It took me almost a year of dating before I said those three gigantic words, and even then they just kind of slipped out before I realized what I was saying. A few heart stopping seconds later (after we both realized what was said) he responded with, "I think I love you, too", and the rest was history.

Almost nine years into our marriage, and there were were with our marriage on the verge of death. Blame it on the "seven-year-itch" coming late. Blame it on the stresses of his school work and the fact that we were living with another couple at the time (not the best idea). Blame it on the fact that I had become very insecure not only in my husband and our marriage (and vice versa), but I was also very insecure in myself as well - something he told me on a daily basis was "not attractive." Blame it on the loss of love and trust and that spark that we once had in our marriage and in one another. Or you can even blame it on the fact that I thought Jack was sleeping with our female roommate who was a colleague, a classmate and his "best friend" (his words, not mine). No matter what you blame it on, the deathbed our marriage was on was because we put it there.

The night he asked for a divorce I was a mess (obviously). I didn't know what to do or where to go. In the end, I spent the night barely sleeping on the floor of our walk-in closet, and I left the house by 4:30 am because I couldn't stand to be in the house any longer. I needed to escape the house, him, and the other couple. I wanted nothing to do with anyone in that house and had it not been for Miyagi and Simon (our dog and cat, my babies) still being there, I don't know if I would have ever returned.

Not knowing where to go, I headed to the gym. I had begun working out at the gym at 6:00 am, when it opened, every weekday morning a few months prior, so I just stuck with my routine. I sat in the parking lot of the deserted gym for a little over an hour before the first employee showed up. Thankfully, because it had snowed the night before, they let me into the building early. This was the first day of my battle with depression, and the first day of my workout obsession to cope with it.

Every morning I would leave the house by 5:00 am (weekday or not), go to the gym where I would run for at least an hour or two. If it was the weekend I would then follow that up with weight lifting for another hour or two. I would spend my day doing anything and everything that I could to keep my mind off of the situation and Jack. I burried it as deep down inside that I possibly could, and then I'd push it down farther. I went into work 30-40 minutes early, stayed an hour late, and then would head back over to the gym for another run before I would finally head "home" around 9-9:30 pm. Once there I would take care of the boys as quickly as possible, and on days that I felt like I could eat something and keep it down, I'd grab a small bowl of cereal or some cheese and pepperoni on crackers (absolutely nothing healthy or nutritious), and I would eat this locked in my room, away from anyone who might be in the house. After I would promptly go to bed.

I didn't speak to Jack for almost two weeks after that black day. The first person I did speak to about it was a complete shock, and I'm sure it was to him too. It was Dan, my boss at the time.

Three days after Jack hit me with the dooming fate of our relationship, a lab tech - who stops by the office daily - looked at me and said, "I don't know what's going on, but know that I'm praying that you get through whatever you're going through." I almost burst into tears on the spot. But I take professionalism very seriously, so I held it together, took a deep breath, and thanked him with the best smile I could muster. I'm sure it was very scary to look at. A half hour later, I pulled Dan aside and asked to speak with him in private. I hadn't planned on telling Dan anything at all about my situation. I had only been working for him for about six months at the time, and we didn't have a relationship beyond being the employer and the employee. I had asked to speak with him so I could apologize for my behavior and attitude over the last few days. That I was dealing with some personal stuff that I needed to check at the door and intended in doing so from here on out. But I never made it past saying, "Dan, I'm sorry." The sweet man, only a few years my senior, handed me a box of tissues and told me to take my time, he could wait.

It took me 25 minutes to tell him what was going on between the sobs, and he listened patiently the entire time, never offering advice or pity. He knew the only thing I needed was someone to talk to. While he never said anything, he had noticed the changes in me: arriving early, staying late, not eating at lunch, no perky smile, no small talk, and no emotion. Today, friends tell me I was nothing but a walking shell of a human. I wasn't really there. My body was, but I wasn't, and Dan had noticed this too.

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At the beginning of February my great-aunt Teddy (from my mother's side) pasted away. Privately, I took it kind of hard, even though the family knew it was coming. She had been ill, and knowing she wasn't going to make it out of the hospital, I visited her a few days before her passing. A week later, I went to the funeral and it was here that I laughed for the first time in almost three weeks. You're probably thinking, who laughs at a funeral? But this is exactly what Teddy would have wanted. She never liked being fussed over or being the center of attention. She was the matriarch of the family and she was the one that was always taking care of us, not the other way around. I know those last few weeks of her life must have been the most difficult for this reason alone. A group of us - my God-parents; God-sister, Brandy; my brother, Oscar; and my Aunt Betty (from my father's side) sat around catching up, telling stories of Teddy and her crazy ways (no joke, she was a 50/50 mix of Lucille Ball and Edith Bunker), and just laughing and carrying on. It was during this time that I remembered what life was like and that no matter what, these people loved me and would do anything for me.

Before leaving the funeral, Betty pulled my mother aside and asked if I was okay. She had noticed how thin I was and that I wasn't myself. My mother told her that I had started running a few months earlier and she was sure this was the change. Later, when my mother brought it to my attention, I too blew it off. I had already lost almost 25 pounds since divorce was mentioned. I was pale and sickly looking. My hair and skin were dull and my eyes didn't shine. I looked terrible.

Jack and I had talked a couple of times at this point, and we had come to the decision to try to make some changes and see if we could make it work. While I had picked up this really healthy habit, deep down I knew I had taken it and turned it against me too. Eventually this realization made me take two steps back and evaluate where I was in life and where I wanted to go. I looked at myself and knew I needed to find help. I started seeing a therapist.

Seeing my therapist, Erica, was the absolute best thing I ever could have done for me. Yes, she was great for my marriage eventually, too, but first and foremost she was great for me. If you're dealing with depression I strongly suggest that you start seeing a therapist. There is such a stigma about seeing a therapist, I didn't want to do it. It took everything I had to pick up the phone and make that first appointment, and then even more to drive myself to the appointment, but I wouldn't take any of it back. Meeting Erica the first time I thought for sure that she thought I was crazy because I cried the entire first session. But I returned later that week for my second session and I did much better. After a couple of weeks of seeing her she finally suggested to me that she thought that I needed to try medication for my depression. Erica is not a psychiatrist, she's a therapist/yoga instructor. She doesn't take telling a patient to begin medical therapy easily, but in my case she thought it would help. And eventually, once we figured out the right medication, it did. And it helped even more when I was running.

I was still running at the gym every morning through all of this. While Jack and I were on speaking terms and passively working on our marriage, I had also picked up running with my friends Shelby and Ashley. Shelby had mentioned to me that she was going to run the Decker's Creek Half Marathon in early June and asked if I would like to do some training with her. Of course I jumped at the chance. I needed something that would prove my worth and this was something that I had never done before and I (at the time) didn't know many people who could personally say that they had run a half marathon before. Jack couldn't. I needed to prove that I could do something that he couldn't.

I began running with Shelby at 5:00 am on the trail three times a week, while running my long runs with Ashley on the weekends, and I still kept up my other running and workouts at the gym on the off days. When I wasn't seeing Erica, these girls were my therapists. They helped me through everything and saw me at my weakest and ugliest moments. On top of that, it was the end of March at this point and I had lost almost another 10 pounds. While the anti-depressant was helping me get happy, the anorexia and extreme workouts still played a big role in keeping me happy.

Jack began seeing Erica with me every other week. It was a bit of a fight to get him to go each time, but he went. The day before the race I asked Jack if he would be at the finish line. He said he didn't think our relationship was there yet, and thought it best if I had this one to myself and shared it only with my friends. The only person waiting for me at the finish line was my mom who had driven the 2+ hours to get there that morning. It broke my heart all over again not seeing him there, supporting me. And to be honest, it made our relationship take a huge leap backward.

Ashley and I ran the race together and we did really great for it being our first race. We missed our goal time by only 2 minutes. But here I was, six months after that terrible night, and I still was not gaining weight. Yes, I was running half marathons just about weekly at this point, but I was eating all the time, and not the healthy stuff. My depression still had a death hold on my body. I was 45 pounds lighter than I had been at Christmas. For me to have lost 10 pounds it would have been a very healthy weight for my gender, age and height; 45 was sickening. While you couldn’t quite see the bones in my back and I didn’t have a concave stomach, you could see my ribs, and not in healthy, sexy sort of way. I needed a change, and I knew it.

Decker's Creek Half Marathon was the first and, until this past April, my last 13-miler I have run. For the longest time I was scared of what training again might do it me. Would it be a healthy thing for me to do, or would it push me back over the edge into the skeleton person I was. I know a lot of that person had to do with my depression, too, but it was still a scary thought.

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A year went by, and things were better to a degree with Jack. While divorce had been taken off the table, we still no where close to being perfect, let alone fixed, and I was still on anti-depressants. Then, disaster struck again. With Jack's degree program he had signed up for a rotation in the Middle East. I was okay with this, it wouldn't be his first time in the Middle East, he had spent sometime there while in the military. The disaster was that the female roommate, the one I was positive he was/had had an affair with, was going too. They would be overseas for a month together. Alone. While I think I held it together pretty well (Dan had no idea this time around at least), I was falling apart on the inside and I fell back into my depression. While Jack was away on his rotations leading up to his time overseas, I would hardly get out of bed. I stopped working out all together, and I stopped talking to my friends, the people I knew I could count on to get me through anything.

And then Jack left for the Middle-East and something in me just snapped. I don't know what it was. Call it a mid-life crisis, or a breakdown, or even an act of insanity, but I called up my friend Meghan and asked for a favor. Two days before Easter, Meghan turned me into a blonde.

While going blonde may not seem like a big act for a lot of people, it was for me. I had never dyed my hair in my life. I was in love with my hair color and was extremely proud of it. On top of that, Jack didn't find blondes attractive in the slightest. Why on Earth did I want to go blonde when I was trying to make my relationship with my husband better?!

On top of dying my hair a color he didn't find attractive, I didn't tell him about it. Two weeks later I went to Washington Dulles airport to pick him (and the roommate) up. I stood off to the side and waited. Maybe I wanted a disguise so I could spy on the two of them? I don't know. But once I saw him pushing his cart 10 feet in front of her, looking around excitedly for me, I knew that no matter what had happened in the past, it didn't matter any more. He was excited to see me, and that put the butterflies back in my stomach. It made everything we had worth fighting for that much greater.

Every day I fought with not being good enough. I wasn’t pretty enough. I wasn’t thin enough. I didn’t have the perfect job, the perfect car, the perfect house, husband or family. I developed an addiction to running, to be good enough. I stopped eating, to be good enough. I put all my left over energy into my job, to be good enough. I dyed my hair, to be good enough. I looked for ways to make my husband jealous, to be good enough. And I lost myself, to be good enough. But none of those things made me good enough.

It took 2 years of weekly therapy, antidepressants, and a team of beautiful and strong women to get me to see that I was good enough all a long. And it’s taken almost 4 years to really believe it. Now when I look in the mirror, I don’t see not good enough. Now I see a strong, beautiful woman that is more than good enough.

Take a look in the mirror. What do you see? I hope you see someone that is more than good enough, because you are! No matter what your spouse, or your mother, or that person you idolized in high school tells you, YOU ARE MORE THAN GOOD ENOUGH!

💋 - Dani

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