#i fucking SCRAMBLED for my phone. i read it and went 'that doesnt really say that does it'

[morganpdf]

Lost my fucking mind at a red light today

turning off reblogs bc im tired of terfs in my notes. anwyays trans people are sooo much cooler and sexier than cis people but especially terfs. bye

[brelione]

Love and Hate (The Best Boys)

dude come on. you said you’d upload the next chapter on christmas and now it’s been a whole week after and it’s still not out. :(, hi! when are you posting the next chapter of tbb??, tbb????, Are you posting the next chapter of best boys soon? I miss her, when will you be posting the next part of the best boys series??, Ok I’m over TBB I’m just gonna say she ends up with Blah Blah and they live happily ever after, the end. Thank you for the amazing read, it has been fun❤️, TBB is literally the last series I have to finish before I can finally peace out of the shithole that is the OBX fandom for good but like no rush or anything baby❤️,When do you think you’ll be posting the last chapters of TBB?, Hey queen how’s the writing for best boys going, 

Series Masterlist

SHES HEREEEE

Yes, im aware this chapter is all over the place. I went through writing four different versions of this chapter and this is the one that I decided to go with. I know that this one is kind of a little ahfioshviowenvionae but it all comes together next chapter (I already started writing the next chapter). Im so sorry that this is so late. I’ve been having issues for a little bit. My grandfather and my dog passed away and I recently had a relapse and I think that’s why it was taking me so long. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter <3

Warnings:Nothing really, swearing and unedited. Also im sorry if you dont like this chapter but like....yeah.

You were awoken to the sounds of screaming.Topper ended up at the foot of the bed, Kelce still clinging onto you.Rafe was absent from his spot but the mattress was still warm and had a slight dent which let you know that he hadnt been gone long.

You had spent most of the night trying to find the perfect spot on the mattress, one arm thrown over kelce and your heel against the back of Toppers thigh.It seemed like it hadnt been a super long time since the sun had risen which meant that it was probably around seven in the morning by now.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, trying to pay attention to what the voices were shouting.Something about a mess and irresponsibility but you couldnt hear much besides that.Rafe stomped up the stairs, opening his door.He was shirtless, face red from yelling and his eyes slightly watery.You sat up, making Kelce grumble.

 Rafe’s jaw was slightly dropped, his nose beginning to run and his body trembling.“Hey, what happened?”You asked, gaining Kelce’s attention.Topper’s eyes opened slightly, looking over at Rafe.The tall boy didnt say anything, he just dragged his feet across the room and sat back on the bed, mumbling.You were hesitant to grip his hand, squeezing lightly.

He just stared at a wrinkle in the blanket but the sound of something breaking downstairs told you that it had been more than just bickering.Kelce was worried, knowing that his parents had gotten home late last night and would see the mess he had created. “He doesnt want me living here anymore.”Rafe spoke up, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

You pulled him closer to you, arms around his shoulders as he sobbed, your fingers rubbing against the back of his neck.He squeezed you tightly when he head footsteps coming up the stairs, silently praying to any god that would listen that it wouldnt be Ward.Kelce’s phone kept buzzing but he ignored it, knowing exactly what it was.

He knew that it was coming and he would be lying if he said that he didnt expect it, nervous the whole night as he waited for his phone to blow up.“What are you gonna do?”Topper asked.As much as you wanted to scold him for asking that when Rafe clearly didnt want to talk about it it was still something that you had also been wondering.

Rafe didnt answer, taking in a deep, shaky breath that hurt his ribs before picking up his head and looking over to his friend. “I dont know.”He admitted.His voice hurt your heart, the realisation kicking in that there wasnt really many places that he could go.

Kelce’s phone buzzed again, all of your eyes falling on him.He sighed, glancing at his screen.He had missed calls from his parents, dozens of text in all caps telling him to come home immediately. “They found the door.”He replied, keeping his voice calm.A new wave of silence washed over the room, not knowing what to say to that.

Your eyes watered as you remembered how simple life was a few weeks ago, all of you eating breakfast, watching criminal minds and laughing as Topper recorded it all on his snapchat.Now everything was completely falling apart.You didnt say anything, trying to think of a solution.Rafe couldnt go to Kelce’s house or Topper’s house since Topper’s mother had one of those security cameras outside of her home and she’d recognize him immediately.

She was still pissy about Topper’s accident, she’d explode if he let friends over. “SO what happens now?”Topper asked.You were all out of ideas.A simple drive or icecream or a movie couldnt solve any of this. “I mean...think about it.We’re adults, right?Child protective services cant stop us if we leave.”Kelce muttered.Rafe nodded, snapping his fingers.

 “Yeah, yeah!You’re right.”He agreed, causing your eyes to widen.They were acting insane. They couldnt be serious about just getting up and leaving forever, right? “No, no hes not.We cant just-we cant just leave!”You exclaimed.They were actually going crazy.How could they even think like that? “Why?What do you have here, (Y/N)?”He asked.You paused, thinking about it.

You didnt really have anything.You had your house of course but other than that you had nothing but memories and your boys.You didnt want to admit that he was right, letting out a quiet sigh. “But leaving forever isnt the answer.”You muttered.Rafe rubbed your back, shaking his head. “Doesnt have to be forever, baby.”He answered. 

“But- but just cause we arent kids doesnt mean we cant be registered as missing people.They’ll come after us.”You told them.You knew that nobody outside of this room actually cared about you enough to report you as missing but you were scrambling through your thoughts, desperately hunting for a reason to stay on the shitty island that you had learned to love so much.Topper shrugged, not really caring. 

“Guys, guys. Okay, look. You’re all fucked, ill admit it. But thats fine! Are you guys forgetting that I still have a house- you guys can just stay there until this whole thing blows over just like you always have!”You reminded them, hoping they’d agree. “This isnt gonna blow over, (Y/N). I cant come back here.”Rafe told you, becoming aggravated. 

“THEN MOVE IN! All of you guys, you can just move in, okay? You dont have to leave- I still have my moms money! We’ll figure it out as we go and…. And it’ll be fine.”You insisted. “Move in with you?”Rafe asked. You nodded, wiping your nose. “You practically live with me already, it wont be that different.”You told him, gripping his hand.

 It was a messy blur as Rafe packed his things, grabbing anything that he thought could be important. A photo of his mother, his birth certificate and diploma, laptop and ipad, the Frozen ll record. Kelce and Topper just watched, neither of them ready for anything like this so early in the morning. 

Maybe if you werent so tired and upset you wouldnt have said it, but here you were in Rafe’s truck, a dufflebag full of his things at your feet with the boys in the backseat as he drove to your house, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as the thoughts finally took over his brain. Kelce had got aggravated and shut down his phone entirely, staring out the window. 

The last thing you were expecting was to come down your road only to see a car that was practically falling apart already in your driveway, a tall man with his hands over his forehead as he tried to look in your windows. “What the fuck….”Rafe muttered, reaching for the door handle when you gripped his hand. “Dont, we dont know what he’s doing.”You told him, hoping he’d listen.

 Turns out he wasnt the one you had to worry about, Kelce swinging his door open and sprinting up your driveway before anyone could even stop him. Wherever Kelce went Topper went, the boy struggling to get the seatbelt over his cast before jumping out of the truck and nearly falling into a puddle. “ESCUSE ME! MR SIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOKING IN MY HOUSE?”Kelce shouted, purposely making his voice deeper.

 The man turned, confused as to why two half asleep teenage boys were walking towards him. “Your house?”The man asked. “Yes, sir. You ever heard of a gay couple before?”Topper asked, making Kelce break character for a moment. 

“Well, no, its not that. Its just that I thought this was someone elses house.”The man muttered, confused. You had slid down your seat, hoping that the man wouldnt see you. “He’s about to leave.”Rafe whispered. 

“Who’s the other guy in the car?”The man asked, pointing to Rafe’s figure. Kelce glanced over at Topper with wide eyes, trying to think. “Our son.”Kelce replied, cringing the moment he said it. The man only looked more confused, looking between the two boys. “How old are you guys?”The man asked, clearly not buying their story. 

“Excuse me? Are you saying that we’re too old to have a son? I did not spend years training for a medical degreee to have some random old man come and tell us how old our son can be!”Topper exclaimed.  “I didnt spend years trying to find a surrogate and figuring out a way to make a robot nanny for this!”He sighed, trying his best not to smile.

“Could you please leave the property before we call the police?”Kelce asked. The man was beyond confused at this point, quickly making his way to his shitty car before slowly backing out of the driveway, eyes still scanning the area before he gave up and went down the street. 

You let out a sigh of relief, moving to get up when Rafe placed his hand on top of your head to keep you down. “Hes coming around again.”He whispered to you, taking in a shaky breath and holding it in his lungs as the car passed a second time. Topper and Kelce were standing by the door, staring at Rafe almost as telling him to get out and make a run for it.

 “Open the door in 3...2…”You didnt wait, jumping out and running towards the house, typing in the key pad as quick as you could, Topper’s hand pushing you inside. “Here he comes again!”He exclaimed, coming in right behind you along with the others before Rafe slammed the door shut and locked it, letting out a laugh.

 “Oh god, that was scary.”He chuckled. Kelce and Topper nodded as well, eventually laughing. “Was that my dad?”You asked. “Maybe.”Topper answered. Now that you thought about it, your dad didnt same important. Nothing did. You lived on a huge rock that’s floating around space and you’re concerned about your dad when your boyfriends best friends are moving in.

 “What’d you tell him?”You asked. “We told him that we’re a gay couple, Topper’s a doctor and Rafe is our child.”Kelce replied. You giggled, snorting. “I mean, as you should.”You replied. “Hell yeah.”Kelce grinned. Topper tapped at his arm. “Bro, you wanna get married?”Topper asked. Kelce laughed again, nodding.

 “I’ll get baptised and get you guys married!”Rafe volunteered, all of you turning to look at him. “Did you just say baptised?”Kelce asked. Rafe nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “Is that not the right word?”He asked. Topper shook his head. “The word is ordained.”He informed the tall boy. “He’s trying his best.”You replied, sitting down on the chair that you werent used to sitting in. 

“You think he’s gonna come back?”You asked. Topper groaned, sitting down. “Well, I hope not. I dont want my husband and I to have to fight him.”He grinned. You rolled your eyes, changing positions in the chair. “Did he look like me?”You asked, leaning your head against the arm rest, groaning when Rafe pushed your legs aside and sat down with you.

 “Not really… he had rat tails for eyebrows.”Kelce replied, putting his fingers over his eyebrows. “Do I have rat tail eyebrows?”You asked, grinning when Rafe reached forward and poked your eyebrow, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “You wish.”He replied. “Fuck off.”You answered. “Dont be fucking rude.”He grinned, kissing you quickly before pulling away with a small smile. 

You were shocked, trying to hide your surprise. It wasnt like you werent used to kissing Rafe by now, it was just that he had never done it in front of the boys before. They looked nearly as confused as you, the thought of Rafe kissing you in front of them never even being a concern until now. They were used to him getting most of your love and attention but that had just stirred something within them. 

“So how are we gonna do this? I dont know about you guys but im not going back to my house anytime soon.”Kelce announced. Rafe lifted his head, looking over to the boy. “You could always sneak in your own window to grab your things...maybe wait until theyre at work. What about you, Top?”Rafe asked, turning his attention to the blonde boy. 

“What do I have at my house that I need? Like, really need.”He asked, grinning when none of you could answer. “Problem solved.”He replied. “What time is it?”Rafe asked, breaking the silence. “Ten.”Kelce replied, closing his eyes as he leaned against the couch. “Im going upstairs to take a nap then.”Topper yawned, slowly making his way down the hall into the first floor guest room. 

It was arguably the worst since it also worked as your moms office, a queen bed pushed into the corner. You wiggled out of Rafe’s grip, smiling when he whined. You went into the kitchen, grabbing a poptart. For the situation you felt rather calm, opening the silver package and taking a bite of one of the sweet pastries. 

The energy in the house felt different than it had yesterday. You werent sure why, maybe it was just the comfort of knowing that the boys were going to be living with you now and you wouldnt have to worry as much about Rafe or Topper’s relationship with his mom. 

“So how are we gonna handle this?”Kelce asked, confusing you. “The house, I mean. You have this whole house and like...30 million dollars. We can literally redecorate however we want, maybe even clean out your moms office if youre okay with it.”He suggested. 

You nodded, the idea of getting the memory of your mother cleansed from your life sounded appealing. His excitement took over as he opened his amazon prime app, looking for new decor. “How do you feel about your moms room?”He asked, not wanting to push your limits. You shrugged, swallowing part of the pastry. “Shes not using it.”You replied, surprised by how morbid you sounded. 

He simply nodded, shifting in his seat as he added things to his cart. “Can we redo your room? It’s been the same color since we were fourteen.”Rafe suggested. You shrugged, not really caring. You didnt spend a large amount of time in your bedroom anyways. You scrolled through your phone for a few minutes, seeing a little red bubble next to your messaging app that let you know that you had gotten a text. Curious, you opened it. 

As soon as you saw who it was a pit grew in your stomach, eyes widening. It was her. “Sweet words, (Y/N).”The text read. You knew that it was your uncle just trying to mess with you but it still caused your anxiety to skyrocket, deciding to block the number and place your phone between your thighs, taking in a deep breath through your nose. 

Topper dragged his feet, coming out of the room with a frown. “That’s the most uncomfortable bed in all of history.”He muttered, sitting down on the couch instead. “You can go upstairs.’You reminded him, feeling your phone buzz against your inner thigh. 

He just hummed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. “How long was I in there?”He asked. “Literally not even ten minutes.”Kelce replied, still scrolling. “Did I miss anything?”Topper asked. You didnt reply, breaking off another piece of the poptart. “We’re gonna redecorate the house.”Kelce answered. Topper nodded, lifting his head.

 “Does that mean that office too?”Topper asked. You nodded, staring at a spot on your carpet. “Does that mean we get to open the file cabinet in the guest room?”He asked, all of you looking over at him. The thought made you feel nauseous. Even if she wasnt here to yell at you you knew that opening the file cabinet would still scare you anyways. 

“If theres a dead body in there I swear to god-”You muttered, earning a chuckle from Rafe. “A body couldnt fit in there.”he replied, making your eyebrows furrow. “How do you know where bodies can fit?”You asked. “No, no. Like, its not….well...maybe a raccoon body.”He admitted. “Rafe!”You exclaimed, smacking his thigh. 

He rolled his eyes, pulling you into his lap. “There’s no raccoon body.”He answered. “I think theres a raccoon body.”Kelce replied. “Theres not.”You answered. Topper grinned, skipping into the room and beginning to open the cabinet, the three of you following him. “Okay, who votes raccoon body?”He asked, his hand on the knob. 

Kelce raised his hand, grabbing your arm to make you hold your hand up as well. “Ready?”Topper asked before pulling the door open, looking into it. His face fell immediately, not expecting this. “What?”You asked, stepping past Kelce and looking into the cabinet.Guns were being held by small metal pieces, multiple clear bags full of plants and needles on the floor, bullets on sashes hanging with the guns.

 The two of you just stared, ignoring Rafe and Kelce until they came up behind you, equally as confused. “What the fuck?”Rafe asked, seeing the bags. Kelce slammed the doors shut, locking it. “We’re not telling anyone about this, right?”He asked, looking at all of you. “What are we gonna do with all that? We cant just keep it here!”Topper argued. 

Rafe shrugged, resting his elbow on your shoulder. “We smoke the weed and throw the guns in the river, obviously.”Rafe answered. “We’re not smoking weed, Rafe.”You answered. “Well your mom didnt have a liscense to carry, right?”Kelce asked. You shook your head, figuring it would be hung up somewhere in the house to remind you of the power she had.

 “Right, okay. So we cant call the cops and we cant keep it here.”Kelce answered, clicking the lock on the cabinet. “What’d your mom even do for a living?”Topper asked. You frowned, thinking back. You never really knew what your mother did, you just stayed quiet and hoped you wouldnt make her angry. She’d disappear for months, money would appear in your bank account, she’d pay the bills aned thats all you needed to know. 

She’d have long phone calls with people in her office, grounding you if you even dared to listen. “I dont know.”You replied, cringing at how stupid you sounded. “She has these cabinets all over the house, doesnt she?”Kelce asked. “The one in her room is actual files.”You told him, hoping that there were no sorts of hidden things in her room.

 “Should we go check?” Rafe asked, out of the room with a grin before any of you could even answer. You sighed, slightly annoyed that he was treating this like a scavenger hunt. “Its been here this whole time, im sure nothings gonna happen.”Kelce assured you, patting you on the shoulder before his fingers tickled your arm and wrist, gripping your hand and bringing you upstairs. 

“I ordered some tapestries, succulents, fake vines and some new blankets for our new movie room.”He told you, nearly slipping up. “Movie room?”You asked, nearly slipping on the stairs. “Your mom has a big tv, I figured it could be like a second living room if you’re comfortable with that.”He answered, pausing at the top of the stairs so he could wait for you. 

Rafe was in your mother’s room, carefully pulling on the drawers, eventually finding out that the top one was locked. He looked over at you, silently asking if you knew where the key was. You shook your head, letting go of Kelce’s hand and opening the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. 

Your mother kept most of your medical documents and anything like that to herself along with basically everything that proved you existed. Baby photos, ultra sounds, old school tests. “We could just move it into the other guest room.”Rafe muttered, hoping he wasnt making you upset. You ignored him, looking through all the little colored tags, your eyes falling on a silver tag, your eyebrows furrowing. No other ones had that color. 

You picked it up, sitting down and reading it over. The words were all bundled together, ink scratches and smudges told you that it wasnt a serious document. The only word you could make out was ‘arsonist’. Nothing else was eligible. “Can we take it right now?”You asked, placing the paper on the floor and closing the drawer. Rafe nodded, Kelce grabbing one side while Rafe grabbed the other. Topper grinned, leaning against your mothers unused desk.

 “I would help but my arms broken.”he laughed, watching as Kelce struggled, walking backwards. “Some moral support would be great.”Kelce rolled his eyes. You grinned, slowly clapping. “Great job, guys. You’re doing great moving that illegal file cabinet.”You held back a laugh. They turned carefully, shuffling as they eventually got to the guest bedroom.

 “How do you feel about this?”Topper asked, sitting down on the chair. You sighed, shrugging. “I mean, you know. Its not that I dont love the idea of you guys being here but like… its the circumstances.”You answered, sighing when he pulled you closer with his good arm, rubbing your back. “Thanks a lot for this, though. Like in all seriousness im really grateful that you’re in my life.”He blushed, looking up at you. You smiled, kissing his nose lightly.

 “I mean, I do provide you with half of the drama in your life.”You giggled, kissing him gently. “Where does the other half come from?”He asked. You shrugged, sighing. “Probably you.”You answered. “I cant believe you’d say that to me! You know im at a bad place in life and you put me in this terrible situation when you know that!”He fake cried, bursting into laughter. 

“Kourtney dont laugh at me!”You exclaimed. You felt a vibration under your feet, hearing a loud, dramatic sigh and the sound of skin colliding. They had successfully moved the file cabinet, the door closing as their loud footsteps hit the floor as they entered your mother’s room again. Rafe took a moment to look around, sometimes forgetting that the room even existed. 

It was the biggest room in the house, the ceiling going up at least twenty feet with only glass separating the room from the outside world. His mind wandered, thinking of all the fun nights the two of you could have in here watching the stars or listening to the rain.

 The bed was large and still, the blankets and sheets unwrinkled and untouched. He understood why you were creeped out by the house now, feeling like he didnt belong in the room. You all took turns trying to figure out what the writing said, eventually deciding that it probably wasnt even in english. “Should we put it through google translate?”Rafe asked, staring at the paper. 

Kelce shook his head. “Nah, its not reliable. I tried using it for spanish class in freshman year and I got detention.”He replied. “Well thats definitely not spanish. Maybe its like…. Ancient text.”Topper suggested, causing you to frown. “I highly doubt that my mother would know an ancient text. 

Maybe we should just leave it.”You answered. Although you werent exactly satisfied with it you just didnt feel like spending your time trying to decode a random paper. They didnt seem satisfied either but didnt want to push you, putting the paper down on the desk where it would be safe from your footsteps. 

Of course the boys just couldnt stay at the same place for long periods of time, deciding to suggest that you guys go out to a store to get some paint for the boring walls. You agreed, the four of you getting into your car instead of Rafe’s truck, locking all the doors and windows before you left. 

Kelce didnt suggest a McDonalds run which caused you to frown, knowing that he was probably too stressed to want to eat. You guys went into Walmart with one goal, heading right for the paint section and looking at the wall of colors. “Lets get four colors and kind of just make it up as we go.”Kelce muttered, looking at all the different shades.

 “We could all pick one out.”Topper suggested, reaching forward and picking a bright green. You agreed, picking a shade of light purple, watching as Kelce picked the color toffee biscuits and Rafe went for cotton blue. You doubted any of the colors would actually look good together but that wasnt the point of the project. 

It was more about making the room look fun rather than nice. Kelce grabbed a few large paint brushes, the four of you leaving before you could get distracted by anything that you didnt need. Topper decided to get right to work, spilling some paint on the floor as he dragged the brush along the wall, creating bright stripes.

 “I have an artistic vision! Trust the process!”He exclaimed, feeling your judgemental eyes on him. You didnt say anything, watching Kelce struggle to connect his phone to your speaker, playing the first song on his playlist. 

Line without a hook. Topper looked over at you, almost like he was silently asking you if you had told the boys about his top secret playlist. You shrugged, not wanting to give anything away to the others.

 “Oh my god, I love this song.”Rafe dunked his brush in the light blue, making a smiley face on the wall. “Can I paint an onion?”He asked. You raised your eyebrows, not understanding why he wanted to put an onion on the wall. 

“Ogres are like onions! We have layers!”Kelce laughed. “Who is we? Are you an ogre, Kelce?”Topper asked, not taking his eyes off of the bright stripes, painting a circle on the top. “Topper Harry Katherine Thornton, are you painting a penis on my wall?”You asked, connecting the dots. 

He grinned, ignoring you. “Of course not.”He replied, painting frantically so that you couldnt stop him, green drops rolling down the wall. You picked up your paint brush, painting two circles quicklly before pushing the brush into the center of each, laughing to yourself.

 “Guys, really?”Rafe asked. “Cant we make the wall wholesome?”He asked. You shook your head, a smile on your face. “Says you of all people, Rafe.”You shook your head. “She got you there.”Topper replied, dragging the brush across the painting and blending it out so there was no longer a penis on your wall. 

“What are you doing now?”You asked, wanting to one up him. “What are you doing now?” He mocked you. Somehow you ended up splashing Topper with paint and getting tackled into the mattress as he held the paintbrush over you, trying to get the bright green liquid on your face while you held his arm back. 

“Im gonna murder you!”You laughed, rolling over under him so your face was against the mattress. “Im gonna paint your hair!”He laughed, holding the brush just above it. “Topper, dont mess with her hair.”Kelce took the brush away. 

Topper groaned, falling next to you on the mattress. His eyes were closed, the sun from the window casting a beautiful glow over his face, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. You pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, your arm resting on his torso. 

It didnt take long for painting to be forgotten, a few cheap bristles sticking to the wall with messes of colorful lines and unfilled shapes. The song changed, followed by a loud gasp from Rafe. “This is my favorite song!”He smiled, hitting his knees with his fists repeatedly. 

He didnt know what about it made him so happy, whenever he heard it it reminded him of you guys. “You know what we should do?”Topper asked. “No.”Kelce replied while Rafe rewinded the song to listen to his favorite part again. 

“We should make soup. Like, spicy soup with potatoes.”He replied, mouth watering. “We could just order soup.”Kelce replied, not in the mood to go downstairs and hunt for ingredients. “Order soup from where?”Topper asked. Kelce simply shrugged, shifting around and putting his arms under his body.

That had been a week ago. Since then a lot had happened. You guys had developed a system, Kelce could do his laundry on Saturdays, Rafe on Mondays and Topper’s just got mixed in with yours.

 It was a love and hate relationship to have them there with you. You didnt regret your decision but sometimes things would get difficult. Grocery shopping was the worst since nobody could decide what they wanted and you had all agreed not to eat out as much. 

“We need an actual meal, we cant just eat chips for everything.”Topper would grumble, realising he didnt even really know how to cook. That just lead to late flights of searching for recipes o pinterest and watching Gordon Ramsey tiktoks until they decided to try and make bake and shake chicken. That didnt really work out well, having to open all of your windows and get the smoke out of your house. 

Then you guys decided to take a new approach, finding a ton of frozen pizzas and ingredients for sushi. Kelce was the only one who had any idea of what he was doing since he had always been talented in the kitchen, specifically with breakfast. That became more of a safe meal for you guys, making extra food in the morning to eat later for dinner until you got sick of toast, eggs and bacon. 

Kelce ended up banishing you all to the pool so that he could decorate properly, vines hanging from the door ways and landscape tapestries hanging in your living room, hallway and your mother’s old bedroom. “How long do you think he’s gonna be?”You asked, floating on your back in the shallow end, letting out a yelp when Topper grabbed you and dragged you to the deep end. 

“I dont know, probably like three days.”He replied, finally letting go once you were in the middle of the pool. “We could survive three days in the pool.”You replied, watching Rafe shake his head. “With my allergy to the sun?”He asked, making you turn over, going underwater for a moment. “You dont even sunburn.”You told him, splashing water in his direction before swimming away quickly so that he couldnt get back at you.

 Kelce kept getting calls from his parents that were asking him to come home but he never did. They knew where he was, if they wanted him back so badly they’d drive over and take him away. “Guys, i’ve finished my creation.”Kelce announced, coming outside. “So we can come in now?”Topper asked, gripping the ledge of the pool and pulling himself out, falling onto his stomach as he struggled to get up.

 “Yes, you can come in now! Hurry!”Kelce yelled excitedly before going back inside, waiting impatiently for you guys to hurry. Rafe helped you out of the pool, tossing you your towel so that you wouldnt trail water through your house. “Guys! Come on!”Kelce shouted again, the three of you walking across the hot pavement quickly.

 “I’ll clean up the water after- just come see what I did!”He said again. You rolled your eyes, walking into the house. Goosebumps formed on y0our skin from the cool air, eyes widening as you looked at the kitchen. He had bought a plaid tablecloth for the table, vines hanging from the ceiling and doorways, a tie dye tapestry hanging in your living room. It looked like he had taken the time to wipe down every surface and vacuum any mess of broken spaghetti or eggshells that had been kicked under the fridge.

 “Do you like it?”He asked, unable to read your shocked expression. “Kelce, im gonna be honest with you. I feel like im in pixie hollow right now.”You grinned, making him smile. “I think thats a good thing- but upstairs is better!’He exclaimed before making his way up the stairs. He was right. 

There were marble heart shaped tiles hanging on the walls of the hall, a sign on the new hangout spot that was made out of drift wood. He opened the door, revealing bean bag chairs on the floor, a new carpet, a light yellow canopy hanging over the bed that had all new sheets and blankets on it as well. 

He had even somehow managed to fix the paint on the wall so that there were different colored polka dots all over it. The boys seemed equally impressed, still taking it in. You hugged Kelce, not even caring that you’d get his clothes wet. “So I did good?” He asked, hugging you back. “You always do good.”You replied, feeling him hug you tighter.

 “So you’re happy?”He asked, letting out a small sigh when you nodded. “I am happy, Kelce.”you replied, kissing him lightly. He smiled against you, taking in a deep breath. “I found a new recipe for fancy grilled cheese.”He told you, kissing your forehead. This was something that you loved about having them live with you.

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[5-falsehoods-phonated]

To Owe A Date

Request fill from AO3 I got carried away with.

@cecie-does-stuff-things I thought maybe you'd like to be tagged since it's DeSleep!

Summary: The new barista at the coffee shop Janus frequents is a shameless tease of a flirt. Janus finds he doesnt really mind.

Warnings: none

Ships: DeSleep, Janus x Remy

WC: 1,499

Rarely was Janus in a worse mood than he was that morning.

It had started off fine, his sons getting along relatively well for the most part. Remus had only stolen one shoe and hidden it the morning and Roman had only gone off on one tirade concerning some musical or another. He loved both of them dearly, chaotic as they were with their typical escapades and he loved listening to their interests and debates on those interests, but they often made for exhausting mornings that made him crave the sweet release of caffeine before he felt ready to face his clients, many of which acted less mature than his seven year olds.

As it was he gently massaged his temples as he kept a fast pace to the nearest coffe shop, which made average drinks at best but was cheap and on his way to the tattoo parlor so he really couldn't complain. Burying himself further in his caplet as he went (yes they were still in style, it was warm and kept his arms free) he stepped hurriedly inside, the small bell tinkling and alerting the worker behind the bar.

Janus' brow furrowed slightly as he took in the new cashier, styled hair swooping low over a dark set of sunglasses and an eclectic assortment of what looked like silly bands adorning his wrists. Sighing quietly he prayed that the newcomer knew how to make coffee already and wasn't a completely new trainee, otherwise this day was going to be a lot more painful than he had anticipated.

"Hey shortcake, what's your poison?"

Janus blinked, the server stood at least a head taller than him, making his comment instantly infuriating. "I have to wait until at least two before consuming alcohol. Unfortunately coffee is classier than wine before noon."

The barista laughed outright. "Ooooh, tired wine mom aesthetic! Don't worry, in this shop we love Karens."

"You won't in about five seconds if I'm still refused service, no ones too tall for a kick to the kneecaps." Janus leaned pointedly against the counter, refusing to acknowledge the others shameless flirting, if that's what it could even be called. The other whistled low and grabbed a small pad and pen, straightening and standing to attention.

"Yes sir." The sultry tone definitely didn't go over Janus head but he merely rolled his eyes and glared point blank. "Alright fine. Geez girl, you are absolutely no fun. Do you know how boring it is in here most days? Can't blame a guy for trying. I'm gonna guess...you're probably a lightweight, so decaf with lots of sugar hun?"

Janus snorted. "Fuck no. A mocha with two extra espresso shots and whipped cream. I'll pay the extra."

Raising his eyebrow the barista jotted down his order and smirked. "Love a man who can hold his espresso. It'll be just a minute...?"

"Karen."

Laughing out loud again, he just nodded and turned away forwards the various machines to go about filling the order. In no time at all it was done, his cup handed over with Karen ♡ carefully written on the side. Paying quickly, Janus turned to leave, only pausing when the man's voice called out to him.

"See ya later babes."

"Depends on how good the coffee is." Janus threw over his shoulder not bothering to look back as he left to actually go to his job. Walking briskly down the sidewalk he idly took a sip of his order while checking his phone for the time.

...well shit.

Concentration fully on his drink he realized that even if that shop wasn't already his regular coffee shop it certainly would be now.

-----

"Dad! Guess what I did today?" Roman jumped up and down excitedly clutching his backpack.

"No, his story's stupid! Guess what I did instead!" Judging from Remus' mud covered jeans Janus could definitely give a guest as to what he did. Sighing in mock exasperation, he shifted the groceries and continued to carefully step up the stairs.

"I suppose it'll be up to whoever can get the groceries over to Mrs. Gibson the fastest can tell their story first." That way too he wouldn't be tripping over them trying to unlock the door with an armload of groceries.

"RACE YOU!!" As soon as they reached the landing Remus took off, leaving a loudly protesting Roman to catch up with him.

"Quieter please, and be-!" A loud crash followed by apples skidding across wood. "-careful. Are you alright?"

His worry dispersed as Remus scrambled up and began picking everything up and shoving them back in the bags, his brother begrudgingly helping him. Smiling and shaking his head he turned to the door and attempted to reach the key while still holding the bags, a feat which he stubbornly refused to believe was impossible now that he had started.

"Do you like, need help or-?" A familiar voice had him glancing up, mouth running dry as he recognized the sunglasses wearing flirt from that morning.

"How am I supposed to be enraptured by my saviors eyes if I can't gaze into them like the star struck lover I am?" Janus drawled, still making a valiant effort to reach his pocket.

"No can do babe, fluorescents are just as bad as sunlight and I enjoy looking at your own eyes too much to risk blindness." So saying he reached over and took the groceries, smugly carrying them all one handed while holding a cup of coffee in the other.

Pretending not to notice his burning face Janus turned to finally get the door open just as the boys were running back down the hall.

"Dad Mrs. Gibson gave us candy-! Oh! Hi mister!" Roman stopped abruptedly in front of the stranger, who smiled and tipped his head.

"Sup kid." Unfortunately, Remus didn't have the luxury of paying attention, too enraptured by the bag of chocolate he had been given to bother slowing down and barreled his way straight into his twin.

Janus saw the dominos fall in slow motion; Roman stumbling forward and reaching out for something to grab, which just so happened to be the baristas arm. Coffee spilled in a waterfall on both of twins' heads and in a desperate attempt to remedy the situation the man jerked his hand up and away, getting a face full of ice and the remaining coffee in the process. For a moment time stood still, but taking in everyone's drenched appearance Janus couldn't help a small small to grow to a grin, a snort breaking the silence as he struggled to contain his laughter, apologizing through it nonetheless.

"I'm so sorry, are you-are you okay?"

Before he could answer he was cut off by Roman. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to it was an accident-!"

"Hey kid, check this out." The man kneeled, setting the cup down before flipping his glasses up and letting chunks of ice fall from behind them. "No use crying over spilled coffee. It's chill."

Janus stared incredulously before letting loose another peal of laughter. He nudged open the door and ushered the boys inside. "Go clean up before you end up sticky. I don't care if you like it Remus go."

"Boy they took chaos twins to heart didn't they?"

Janus turned around and offered an apologetic smile. "I really am sorry about all of this-"

He waved him off. "It's cool babes. You just owe me coffee now."

Janus smirked and tugged on his groceries, taking them back. "I'd say I just owe you an offer to come in and clean up. Where's the coffee coming from?"

"Oh I might have a place in mind."

----

"This is not what I thought you meant." Janus stood with a deadpan expression as he took in the small cafe that was decidedly not the other's place of work.

"I never eat where I work babes." The man replied, reading Janus' thoughts.

"I thought I was just buying you coffee?" He sputtered following after him.

"Oh you paid me back with that yesterday when I washed my hair in the sink. This is because i owe you a date."

Who the hell- "You are really forward aren't you?"

The other tipped his glasses down slightly to wink. "You haven't told me to fuck off yet so I'm just taking it in stride."

"This is one date, to be clear."

"Sure Karen."

"Janus."

The other stopped and whirled around. "What babes?"

Janus ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. "It's Janus."

Smiling, the man stepped forward and leaned slightly to fix his hair, making his face erupt in flames. "Call me Remy, shortstack."

Janus scowled. "I'm not that short!"

"Babes, I'm like a head taller than you. You're kids'll probs be taller than you by the time they're ten."

Bickering all the way to the door Janus couldn't help but smile. Short just meant dibs on being the little spoon, and he had every intention of taking advantage of that.

As always this work is also available on AO3!

[h3llostrang3r]

A Lifetime to Remember

Perfect Match 

Pairing: Dames x Mc Summary: One-Shot.Melina Park is searching for Dames. Word Count: 3,800 Warnings: Language,Sexual content implied(I don’t think it’s anything more explicit than what you would find in a Choices 30 diamond scene.) Notes: I miss Dames. I still haven’t forgiven PB. I give them all my monies and they couldn’t give me Dames during the finale. 

Do you ever have the feeling that someone is watching you? You know, when you get those urges to look over your shoulder even though no one has called out your name. Did you really see something out of the corner of your eye or was your mind playing tricks? Or when you suddenly look up from whatever you were concentrating on because you could just feel a pair of eyes locked on to you. Like you can just feel the heat from their body and it sends a thrilling chill right through you? I have been feeling this more and more every day for the past few months.

Maybe I’m paranoid. Maybe it’s wishful thinking. But it feels so incredibly real to me.

I’ve spent countless hours online searching for him…

Keegan hasn’t spoken to me since we took down Rowan and Cecile. She won’t give me any information on what happened to him. I’ve reached out to her and those I’ve found connected to her, but nothing. I don’t know why she’s ignoring me, I proved myself to her before - that I’m on her and all the matches side.

No signs of him and no body found. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I can’t think the worst. I refuse. I know he’s stronger than that. I need to know if Keegan or someone was able to fix his programing, he could have lost so much of what he had by now. He has to be out there somewhere …

That’s why I have spent so much of my down time online. Throwing myself out there. My online alias spreading like wildfire, ThePurpleHairPark. I’m in chat rooms, forums, social media outlets - there’s always someone watching,reading,lurking from behind their screen. The world knows about the matches and there are so many out there helping them. So there has to be someone that has seen him. All I need is one person to point me in the right direction. Or he can come find me. I know he knows how to. Or at least his past memories would.

Can anyone help me? Actually help me? The conspiracies, the theories, they’re insightful, but I need something more.

Where are you, Dames?

Please. I need you …

Melina sits back in her chair staring at the screen. She sighs heavily before she deletes the plead and publishes her newest post to her open forum. Her purple hair slightly covers her face as she hangs her head low. Some strand clinging to her cheeks as tears start to roll down her face. After a deep breath she wipes the tears and gets up to refill on her iced tea.

Melina was at the coffee shop close by to her apartment almost every day. Always getting looks from the customers coming in and out of the shop. She was never quite sure what they thought of her and her laptop sitting in her favorite spot by the window. She didn’t really care, she just wanted to make sure that she could be seen. Her goal was to be seen by him, by Dames.

As Melina stood in line, she checked her phone. No missed calls or texts from Damien. He had been so busy with work since they saved the President, she was thrilled that Damien’s business was booming, but it made it harder for them to make time for each other. They didn’t mind their low-key nights in just them, some takeout (Melina’s cooking still not improving, whoops) and a movie while snuggling on the couch. Yet, with Damien’s ever growing case files he would often come home, grab a snack and head straight to bed. Damien was still supportive of Melina spending time with Hayden, but even she seemed to be too busy for Melina lately.

Melina orders her iced tea - which is on the house, her friend Lily is now working at the register. Lily gives her a wink and flashes her a smile as she shoos Melina along. Melina mouths a, “thank you” as goes to wait for her drink.

Melina never minded being alone and single. There was always something to do, always a way to entertain herself or keep busy until she heard from one of her friends. So why was it now, when she had two loves in her life she felt most lonely? Even Nadia found time to be with Steve and his… abs. Luckily, her cousin would always make time for her at least once a week. But ever since they came out from hiding from Eros’ radar , life never went back to being carefree for Melina.

Her heart had been so full from being loved without judgement from two amazing people in her life, but now that love - where did it go? Had she expected too much? Was it unreasonable of her to want to see them more than 2 or 3 times a week? Melina’s mind often drifted to Dames when she was alone. There was still that spot in her heart reserved just for him. Which often ached at the thought of him, not knowing where he was or if he was even okay.

She had to find him. She needed the answer. Even if he didn’t want to see her again or even want to be with her, she just wanted him to be okay.  

Her name is called and she grabs her rather large drink and heads back to her spot. She stares at her computer a few moments - and there. That feeling. Her face grows warm, her heart begins to beat a little faster, the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. Her eyes look up from under her long eyelashes - slowly scanning the faces in front of her, nothing. She slowly turns her head to the left, no one looking at her. Her back is against a wall so it definitely was not coming from behind. Melina bites her lip as she returns her gaze back to her computer. No, no, that feeling is still there.

She froze - too scared to turn her head again. Move your damn head, Melina. Do it. She ordered herself internally. Did her body know something her mind didn’t? She blinked and a tear began to fall. Exhale, Melina - slowly she let out the breath she was holding. Her body relaxed and she allowed herself to look to her right, out the window she always had to sit by.

There he was across the street, just staring at her with his hands in his pockets and a sad look on his face. That creep, that handsome fucking creep.

“Dames…” she breathlessly says out loud. Her eyes grow wide, she has to hurry or she’ll miss him. RUN she screams in her head, RUN MELINA. She scrambles out of her seat, almost knocking her laptop off the table, but she doesn’t care. Her feet threaten to trip over each other, but she corrects herself. She pushes the coffee shop door open hard and fast, if there was someone about to get hit there was no way she was going to notice. She looks across the street again, he’s not there.

No. Fuck this noise. He’s not getting away without saying a word to me.

Melina’s feet take her to the busy New York street. Her first few steps are in the clear. “Dames” she cries out with every ounce of her heart and soul. “Dames, please.” Her next few steps just miss a car passing by. Her head is spinning, the cars honking in the background seem so far away. The yelling from the other pedestrians not even registering. Her feet stay planted in the street as she frantically looks as to which direction he could have gone.

The honking becomes louder and louder, her ears now pounding. That’s when she looks to her right and coming straight for her is a yellow taxi. Time starts to slow, her breath catches - she can’t move, she wants to scream. Then the feeling, when you can feel the heat of their body against yours. Except this time - it’s real. Her focus goes to him, but is blurred in a flash.

Dames grabs her at incredible speed and throws them both safely to the sidewalk. He envelopes her in his strong arms and shields her from the fall on to the hard concrete. Her legs sting, but that pain is far away from her mind. He holds her for a long time, her face nuzzled in his chest. Her arms tucked between their bodies, her hands gripping for dear life onto his jacket. She inhales his scent, that mix of cologne and rum that reminds her of that blissful night in Paris. In his arms felt so right, she could melt into his touch and not move for hours - but she could live without the dirty sidewalk.

“Dames…” She manages to whisper, “I thought I lost you.” Her body trembles in his arms as the reality hits her. He is here, he is real, he is alive.  She lifts her head from it’s safe space. Oh what she would give to kiss along that jaw and to his mouth. To sink into his lips and wrap her arms around him and never let go.

“Melina what the hell were you thinking?” His face so close to hers, his eyes filled with concern. He brings his hand up to her face to brush back her hair and it lingers as he cups her jaw. Did he dare move his face any closer? Threatening to crash his lips against hers and tangle his hands in her hair, bringing her closer to him and never leave her again.

Before she can answer they are being helped up by onlookers. Her gaze doesn’t move from him, she’s not losing him again. She thanks them and brushes them off as she moves closer to him - if he tries to run she thinks she can be quick enough to grab him by the jacket.

“Please, Dames. Just come to my apartment. Y-you don’t have to s-stay. I …” She drops her head for a moment as she lets out a deep sigh. Looking into his eyes - God, is this real? Is he really in front of me? She says, “I just want to know you’re okay. Our last talk to each other, that wasn’t fair - it wasn’t right. That’s not how things were suppo-”

“Melina…” The way he said her name made her heart skip a beat. “I’ll come with you. We can talk, I promise.” She nodded her head, still in disbelief. Instinctively, her hand intertwined with his. “Do you want to grab your laptop?” He asked as he motioned to the coffee shop.

“I’m not crossing that street again, today. I’ll text Lily to hang on to it for me.”

**

The walk back to Melina’s apartment was silent, apart from the noise from the city, but it didn’t phase either of them. Absentmindedly their thumbs would graze one anothers - fingers still laced together. When they reached her apartment Melina led the way, giving her hips an extra sway for him as they climbed the stairs. She wanted him to watch, and she knew he would. It took her a moment to fetch her keys from her crossbody purse and unlock her door, the adrenaline was kicking in again. This is a part of her life Dames hasn’t experienced first hand. This moment would be intimate one for both of them.

They made their way inside, Dames moved towards her living room, taking it all in. With her eyes closed, Melina slowly closed the door imagining Dames moving closer to her. His hands on either side of the door frame, closing in on her. His chest pressed against her back, his pelvis against her backside, and his lips hovering so close to her ear. She would turn around to face him and that’s when he would press her hard against the door, his lips kissing hers and his hands gripping her hips as hers would tug on his collar.

“This is a really nice place, Melina.” Dames says, snapping Melina out of her thoughts.

“Ya, thanks. Over here is the kitchen… Where I keep the rum. I need a shot, do you want a shot?” Her heart is beating so fast, her hands begin to shake. She makes her way to the cupboards and pulls out two shot glasses and his favorite rum. He sits on a barstool on the other side of her counter, one elbow propped up.

“Melina, are you alright?” His voice is filled with concern as he watches her move quickly.

“Mmhmm. I just, need to calm my nerves. It’s been so long and it’s all happening so fast.” She pours the shots and slides one over to him. He takes his and stares at it for a moment before he returns his attention to her. She raises her glass to him before throwing back the shot. He quietly lets out a sigh, then follows suit. She’s already pouring herself another round and is quick to refill his. The second shot burns her throat, but seems to do its job as it settles her down. She looks into his eyes and she can see the pain in his eyes. The pain he’s been feeling since Paris, since they left him behind in Tokyo to fight Cecile and all those matches. Her breath hitches when he takes her hand into his.

“C’mon, let’s go sit down. Okay?” He says as he leads her from the kitchen to the couch in her living room.

They settle onto the couch, space between them, but their knees slightly brush against the other as they face each other. Her arms are crossed against her body, gently tucked beneath her heaving chest. His hands are placed on his thighs, rubbing back and forth - not sure how he should proceed.

“Dames, where the hell have you been?” Melina breaks the silence, he can hear the hurt in her voice. “I have been endlessly searching for you, hoping and praying that you were alive and until today I’ve had no fucking luck.” The tears start to form in her eyes and her voices begins to shake. “Why now? I know you’ve been in contact with Keegan. Why have you been avoiding me when you know how to get a hold of me? Why? Why?” The tears fall and her cheeks are wet, she can’t wipe them away fast enough. They just won’t stop.

He hates to see her like this, it hurts him to see her cry. He wants to just wrap her in his arms again and bury his face into her hair. He wants to make her pain end, but he’s the one who did this to her - it’s his fault. It’s all his fucking fault. Fuck it, he thinks as he reaches for her and wraps her into a hug. He gently rocks her and she cries even harder. He whispers “I’m sorry” over and over into her ear. It’s not enough, she deserves more than just his words, even if he means it with every ounce of his fabricated heart and soul. “I’m so fucking sorry, Melina.” He says before she pulls back.

She wants him to look her in the eyes when he tells her why. Why he hid from her all this time without one single word, even if those words were “fuck off”, but he didn’t even give her that.

“Melina, I’m so sorry. I was a coward. I was scared to come back to you when I knew my time was coming end. Knowing I only had months to retain all my past memories and feelings. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t bring myself to be near you and lose you all over again.” Melina couldn’t believe what ehe was hearing. He didn’t even attempt to let them try  -

“I eventually came into contact with Kaahn. I didn’t know if he could help me, but I couldn’t let Cecile and Rowan win. I couldn’t go down without some sort of fighting chance.” He sighed as he took Melina’s hands into his. They were so much smaller, and they were so soft. He loved how such a simple touch from her brought such warmth to him.

Her eyes grew wide, fucking Kaahn talked to Dames and he didn’t say a word?When Dames took her hands and it relaxed her for a moment, but she was still in shock. Who the hell did Kaahn think he was? “He attempted to fix my programming. Today is the last day before the original’s program was set to erase everything. Unfortunately, Kaahn doesn’t know if his override will work. I’m scheduled to… ‘reset’ if you will, at midnight. It won’t be until I wake up will I know if it worked. ”

Her world was flipping upside down. Her head was spinning, her heart was breaking, what was she supposed to do with this information? She finally had Dames back, but tonight he could be gone all over again. This wasn’t fair , Dames didn’t deserve any of this. He brushed her hair from her face, he wanted to comfort her as best as he could. He had already accepted what might happen to him, but this was all so much for Melina. He didn’t want her to have to endure all this. This wasn’t something she needed to worry about, she didn’t need to fuss over him.

“Stay with me.” Her eyes pleaded, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of his answer. “I know you wanted me to see you today. I know you weren’t expecting me to run like a mad woman into traffic, but …” she licked her lips and Dames let out a soft groan at the sight. “Please, stay. You’re finally here and I don’t think I can let you go.”

“What about Damien?” He questioned, his feelings for Melina meant the world to him, but he could never come between her and the person who he had to thank and curse for all these wonderful feelings.

She shook her head and said, “He’s surprisingly very open to me having intimate feelings for others. I don’t think you would be an exception. And it’s not about Damien right now. It’s about me and you right now, and right now I want to spend what could be last moments in your arms… if you want that too.”

That was all he needed to hear. He slowly closed the space between them, Melina’s sweet scent filling his senses, making his head swim. His lips found hers, they tasted like rum with a hint of peach from her iced tea that she had been drinking earlier. Her moan sent a tingle through his body. He needed more of her, but he was worried of what would come in the morning.  Dames broke away from the kiss and asked, “Melina, are you okay with keeping it light? I want to be with you so badly, but it’s not fair to you if I won’t have any memories in the morning. I …” Dames hung his head low, scared to meet his gaze with hers. Her warm hands cupped his face and she lifted his chin until he finally looked her in the eyes.

“I am perfectly fine with being held in your arms all night long, but don’t stop kissing me.” Dames stood up and brought Melina to her feet and embraced her in a hug. He lifted her up and she hooked her legs around his waist holding on to him like she would never let go, burying her face in his neck. He led them to the bedroom where they laid in bed all night intertwined. Both Melina and Dames fighting the urge to fall asleep. Their eyelids heavy, but their lips still finding each other. Both whispering each others names on their skin, and their lips. They both succumbed to sleep, the mental exhaustion too much for them to bear any longer.

**

When Melina wakes up she’s not sure what time it is. She can feel the warmth of the sun peeking through her curtains. Her face is still buried in Dames chest, her new favorite place to rest her head. She’s afraid to move, not knowing what will happen if she wakes him up. Will it be him? Will he remember her and the enchanting night they just had. Just him and her wrapped in each other, never letting go. She wants to cry, the anticipation driving her mad, she didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to lose Dames again.

Moments passed and finally, he began to stir. She held her breath, this was it, the moment of truth. What would she even say if he didn’t recognize her - she guessed she could call Kaahn or Keegan and they would know what to do. Fuck. Why did it have to be this way? Why did this even have to be a thought?

She felt pressure on the top of her head. Was that? Was that a kiss? Another, and another on her temple. She couldn’t move, does he remember? 

“Melina.” He whispers in her vibrant purple locks. She looks up, and he’s smiling the brightest smile she’s ever seen. He’s beautiful, he’s perfect, he’s ….

“I remember. Everything.” He can’t stop smiling, his head clear of the fog that was his limited programing. Lifetime upon lifetime worth of memory just waiting to be stored. Kaahn did it.

“Stay with me.” Her voice gentle, she didn’t ask, she wanted him to know she wanted him.

“As long as you want me, I will always be here for you, Melina.” His lips found hers over and over again. They trailed along her jaw and down her neck. She moaned his name and begged for more. Piece by piece their clothes made their way to her bedroom floor. His groans grew louder the lower his kisses wandered. Her skin was soft, she was so beautiful and her taste was like ecstasy on his tongue. Melina’s moans drove him to please her harder and harder until she was trembling against his mouth.

“I want all of you, Dames. Please. I need you..” She begged between her panting breaths.

Dames kissed Melina ever so gently as he made his way between her legs. Their moans mingling as they moved against one another. Melina savored the pressure of Dames’ muscular body on top of her’s. She held him close, not wanting to let go. He was finally back in her life and to stay this time.

Dames is here, he is real, Dames is alive.  

[jackandmarksavedme88]

Dark Lemonade

@ashphoenix06 @honestlyitsjustkennaswriting @emma-wrote @goldenoceanarps @weirdmixofweirdness

TW: Some violence, also gets a liiiiittle dirty(but the super nsfw parts have been cut out for tumblr sake 😂😂)

Mark.....are we ever going to stop driving?"

"Well. You said isolated. His place is as isolated as i could think of"

Alison studied Mark as he drove, glancing behind them where Amy was driving Alison's car every so often

"And youre sure Dark isnt going to be too...put out?"

Mark chuckled 'That asshole is always put out. Part of his charm you could say"

As he drove he thought of the conversation hed had with the ego the week before

******

"Why here Mark? Why does she need to stay here? I dont even know her"

Mark looked at Darkiplier as his aura slightly crackled around him

"I told you. Her ex has been stalking her, she needs somewhere to stay while her dad is off the ranch. She doesnt need to be alone on that huge place. Amy and i are going out of town. Now get over it. Shes staying"

"So get the police to babysit her. Why should *I* have to" the ego scowled, clearly not giving a shit what would happen to this girl

"Look Dark im not having anything happen to her because you want to be a pretentious ass. Its not like you use all of the five rooms here."

"You and Amy talk as if shes your child. Shes a grown woman"

"Yes. And her ex is an even bigger grown man that is unhinged and wants to do very bad things to her. Shes staying here."

Darkiier glared as his creator, his aura lashing tendrils out every so often as his temper rose. But he knew there was no arguing.

"Fine. But she better stay out of my way"

*********

Mark pulled to a stop in front of the big house in the woods. Alison gaped at the sight of the beautifully crafted home and the big lake behind it

"Holy. Shit.'

Mark laughed out loud "yeah. Good taste huh?"

Alison climbed out of the car and stretched her arms out, her shirt falling off her shoulder a bit, revealing a faded scar. She grabbed what she had in Mark's car and joined him and Amy to walked up the front steps and inside

"Hello?"

"Well come in, dont just stand there" Dark said.

He watched Mark and Amy come in as he walked down the stairs and stopped as Alison stepped through the door

He took her in. Reddish brown hair, green eyes, short, not skinny but not what hed call fat. She looked around nervously and then locked eyes with her host for the next couple of weeks.

"Um...hi. Im Alison Calaway" she reached out a hand to shake his as he reached the bottom of the steps. "Its nice to meet you Dark...thank you for letting me be here"

Dark took her hand and felt almost a buzz, aside from his own aura, go through him

"Yes. Mark has told me about you. Glad i could...assist"

Amy looked at her watch "oh. We gotta go if we are going to get to bed and get on the road in the morning.... Alison are you sure youre ok?" She wasnt too sure about leaving her here with HIM all that time

"Amy Ill be fine. Yall go"

She hugged and kissed both Mark and Amy on the cheeks and watched as they climbed in Marks car and drove away.

"So...are you hungry?" Alison jumped as Dark spoke closer to her ear than she thought hed be

"Oh. Um. No. Actually. Im good. I could go for some hot tea though.

"Ah. Perfect. Come with me to the kitchen"

The ego led the way as she tried to figure out this vibe she was getting. Like he reallllly didnt want her there, but was also curious about her.... He was pretty easy on the eyes though so she figured she'd survive

She sat down at the bar as he boiled the water

"So. When you said Mark talked about me....how much did he tell you?" Alison inquired, not sure what to say

"He told me of the ex-boyfriend and why you needed somewhere to stay..... May i ask how it got to that point? If thats not too forward?"

He turned to see her absentmindedly running her fingers over a scar along her collar bone

"Well.. I was with him two years. He didnt like me having friends other than him. Didnt like when i went on the road with my Dad's company and wrestled house shows.."

Darkiplier looked at her "wait...wrestling ?"

Alison ducked her head and laughed

"heh...yeah.... Long story. Dad is practically royalty in the business and i did it for a while. ..but Shane didnt like that. Mostly because i hung out with the guys and trained with them.... So for the sake of the relationship i stayed home. Then he got to where he hated me talking to Mark, Jack...Anyone really. Long story short he attacked me a few times....the last time he almost killed me..... Chase and Jackie saved my life. They had been on the way over to get me and heard me scream. Broke in..... I had to get a lot of stitches that night. And he didnt like being told no. He took off while they were helping me. Cops have been looking for him, hes been sending me letters, showing up at places where im at. But he always takes off when i see him..... Hes gotten bolder and my parents and Mark and everyone didnt want me left alone. So here i am"

Dark studied her for a moment. He could read that she had strength. But she was broken. He couldn't understand why but he felt a tug of protectiveness in his chest at the thought of that asshole trying to track her here... At least those idiotic Septic Egos had done something right. Though letting him get away was pathetic

"Well. Dont worry. If he tries to darken my doorstep, he will surely get more than he bargined for i can assure you"

He brought two mugs over and poured the water over the tea bags. They sat and talked for hours like theyd known each other forever

****************

The next night Alison laid in her bed. It was about 12 am. Shed walked by the lake all morning, theyd gone into town and grabbed lunch and when they came home she had talked with Dark about different interests most of the night. She felt oddly at home here. Suddenly her phone rings

"Now who the hell would be calling me?.."

She hit the answer button, not recognizing the number

"Hello?"

"Aliiisoon.... Now why would you go walking around with some goth reject looking...thing where everyone could see?"

She sat bolt upright in bed, all blood draining from her face... Shane

"What the hell....how did you...?"

"Now now alleycat dont worry about how. You know you're mine. Ill always find you. Now answer me"

"Theres nothing to fucking answer Shane. Leave me alone." She scrambled out of bed and down the stairs, checking the locks.

"Ohhh alison. You cant actually think im going to leave you alone. I marked you. Youre mine... Nice house youre in though. Lots of property

She stood in the glow of the moon through the front window, shaking "shane. What do you want. Why are you doing this?"

"Because. I want whats mine"

"Im not yours! I never will be, leave me al-"

The phone was snatched from her hand. Darks aura crackling and whipping around them both, scaring her and amazing her at the same time.

"Look. Either turn yourself in or go die. Your choice..... In fact i will gladly help with one of those options. But you will leave her be Shane"

And with that he threw the phone down and crushed it

She turned and stared at him, in awe of the power oozing from him, shaking from adrenaline.

The aura calmed some as he stepped toward her and ran a finger over her collarbone and shoulders. Tracing the scars that were exposed by the sleeveless sleep shirt she wore. He looked in her eyes brimming with tears and had the sudden urge to hug her and an even stronger NEED to protect her...so he pulled her in. She buried her face in his chest and cried. Feeling helpless and grateful at the same time. The tendrils ran over her back as he held the back of her head with one hand and wrapped the other arm around her.

Finally she stepped back. Wiping her face. "Dark....im sorry. You must think im a completely useless creature... Im just so tired of being his prey"

He studied her face for a moment, then spoke, his voice low, commanding attention as he did

"Youre not his prey anymore. And while i think many of those around me are useless....youre different. And damned if i know why.."

Alison looked at him, curious, but not pushing the matter.

"I dont think ill sleep much." She was mad and scared and exhausted. But she knew what her dreams would hold

Dark put his hand on her shoulder "Well. Im just doing some paper work in my office, i could....put a pillow and blankets on the couch in there for you. You could rest while i work...perhaps that way youd feel more at ease"

Alison smiled at him, grateful for his kindness. "Ok. Yeah, maybe....if i wont be bothering you of course"

He chuckled softly "not at all dear. Come"

****

Alison watched him work thru half shut eyes. This was the big bad guy everyone spoke of...to her he didnt seem so bad. Intense for sure but....there was just something about him. The quiet way he held himself, he could walk in any room and demand attention without even trying.

"You know. Its not polite to stare at people while they work ali"

She smiled sleepily "sorry. Just thinking"

The ego cocked an eyebrow. "About?"

"Well.." She sat up from her makeshift bed hed made, one strap falling off her shoulder, exposing more of her skin, Dark suddenly felt tense, but tried to ignore it

"I mean. You're supposed to be.. Horrible. A bad guy....and yet.... I feel as if we are old friends having only known you a few days ... I trust you. Though everyone has said not to.... Im supposed to be scared of you and thats just not the case" she said

He smiled gently "Well. When you're on my good side, thats what you get. But most never see that side, only a lucky few

'And why am i one of the lucky ones? " Alison asked

Dark motioned for her to come to him 'Come here....." She got up and stepped across the room, sitting on the corner of his desk as he stood up.

"If im being honest i have no idea why i feel the way i do around you. You seem to make everything....quiet. Calm. I can think clearly for some reason.... I cant quite figure you out Alison"

He was standing directly in front of her now.

She smiled up at him "heh. Good luck with that"

The blackness grew slightly and played around the edge of her face as he stared directly into her eyes "oh don't worry princess. Ill figure you out. I always get what i want"

Alison threw her head back and laughed "hmm. With me you wont.....but like i said. Have fun with that" she went to stand and he blocked her, moving very close to her. "I rather like the effect you have...stay a moment longer?"

He rested his hand on her knee and closed his eyes. Reveling in the slience that filled him. She didnt know what to say...but staring at him with his head leaned back, hair in his face she couldn't help but feel the calm as well. She reached up and brushed the har from his eyes, fingers trailing his cheek. His hand caught hers and held it to his face as he leaned into it.

Alisons heart sped up. Dark could hear it as her cheeks flushed an adorable red. He looked at her intently suddenly not in control of his actions he put his hand to her face and pulled her to him, softly bringing their lips together

She was suprised by his actions. But more suprised at the fact that she trusted him. She leaned into the kiss, grabbed the front of his jacket .

They both were startled by the crash in the front hall. Alison jumped off the desk and took off out the door before he could stop her. Dark shook his head

"That stupid girl...."

But then he heard her yelp.... His aura crackled to life as he rushed out to the front door which was wide open. The window next to it was smashed. Alison was nowhere to be seen

"Ali?? Where the hell are you?" He shouted angrily.

He heard scuffling outside. Curses came flying out of alisons mouth. The Egos eyes darkened as he ran outside and saw her on the ground under her attacker, fighting like a wildcat. He stomped down the steps and across the grass quickly, grabbing him by the back of the neck and neatly tossing him into the side of her car.

He helped Alison up and studied her quickly. Busted lip, scratches on her arms... His anger boiled over and the dark aura he carried around seemed to grow even blacker. In short. He was pissed.

"You stupid asshole. You think you can have her?" The voice came from behind him. Dark turned and stared down Shane.

"You cant. Shes mine and she will always be mine. I dont care what you or any of your other ego friends have to say. Spandex boy and Brody couldn't stop me...what makes you think...

He trailed off as he became accutely aware of the silence that enveloped him. The anger rolling off the Ego in the form of his aura suddenly making him regret coming here

Dark spun on him, grabbing his neck and shoving him against the car. His voice came out as more of a growl

"You listen to me you insignificant toad. I dont know who the HELL you think you are, or what you *think* youre going to accomplish. But taking "ownership" of Alison Calaway isnt it. People say im a bad person. Theyve never seen me be protective of someone, so trust me when i tell you the truth can be SO much worse than youve heard. I will give you a choice. You may turn around and walk out of here, never contacting or even THINKING of that woman again. Or...

He tightened his grip on Shanes throat cutting off his air as the mans bladder let go

"Or my dear boy. I can show you what demonic really means.... Its your choice"

Shane struggled to speak 'o-okay' he whispered

"What's that? I cant hear you" Dark said. Enjoying the terror in the mans eyes

"Okay! Ill go. Ill go. Just please...dont kill me"

Dark dropped him to the ground, the black aura rolling around him, trying to contain himself. Shane scrambled to get to his car

"Ah ah" Dark said. The choice was to WALK away"

He held the keys hes taken from Shanes pocket up, jingling them and smiled evily.

"Th-thats at least ten miles through the woods! Are you insane??"

Darks eyes narrowed "guess you better get started....and hope the wolves arent especially hungry tonight.. Leave"

His aura shot out, eyes flaring. Shane pissed himself again and took off running into the night

Dark's shoulders heaved up and down as he tried to control his breathing, his body shaking with the anger. Trying to keep himself from chasing the man down and ripping his head from his body

Alison approached from behind and touched his shoulder.

"Alison...im sorry you had to see me like that. I can normally control myself...."

She tugged him to turn around and he looked at her. Blood dried on the corner of her mouth, eyes shining with tears. She placed her hand on the side of his face and he noticed her knuckles were busted from fighting back. He leaned into her touch. Her closeness calming the storm raging in his mind...how had it come to this....when had she become his safe place?

Alison tried to control her emotions...she should be terrified right now, especially after that display. But all she wanted was to hold this man. And she didnt understand. She slid one hand behind his neck and pulled his face to hers. Kissing him was less of a want and more of a gnawing need right now. He was suprised but wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. Savoring the taste of her mouth

Alison pulled back slightly, out of breath and Dark leaned his forehead to hers, closed his eyes and smiled. Neither spoke. After a moment she pulled away completely and tugged on his hand

"Cmon. Let's go inside"

They walked into the house. Not knowing what to say to each other.

A week passed. Neither spoke about that night. Not avoiding each other but avoiding the subject. Which annoyed Darkiplier greatly. When had he become..this? Not confronting something? He longed to reach out and brush the hair from her face, touch her some way. But he got the feeling she didnt want to be touched right now.

'Well why would she you fool. After everything that jackass did, did you think shed just fall in your arms and stay there?' He said aloud to himself as he toiled in his office.

His phone buzzed with a text. He checked it to see a message from Alison. After breaking her phone hed taken her to get a new one with a new number that very few people now had.

A: "Hey... You wanna go get some drinks tonight? Im getting tired of being couped up but i dont exactly want to venture out on my own. I know itd be a bit of a drive but.."

He pondered for a moment. He could easily say no. That there was liquor here...but he knew it wasnt about the drinks for Alison. He could tell she was itching to get out. To move somewhere other than the house or the lake. She was becoming a bit like a caged tiger.

D: "Sure. Why not" ..... He had a feeling he might regret this.

****************

Darkiplier stood at the bottom of the stairs, ready to leave. He sighed. What was taking her?

'Ali. Are you coming or-"

The words are lost in his throat as she starts down the steps. Auburn hair gleaming, wearing a black and red dress that fit in all the right places and short heels.

She caught his eyes as she stepoed onto the floor and laughed "yeah. Lets go" Alison suddenly felt as if she were a piece of steak in the lions den and she didnt know why.

Dark just opened the front door for her without a word and motioned for her to go first. Trying to regain composure.

At the bar, they drank, Alison danced alone. She moved like a woman possessed. Dark just watched her intently, a feeling in his chest he couldn't quite describe. It had been a couple of hours when a man came up behind her, trying to dance too close and touch too much. Dark tensed as he saw her spin around and shove him away, then he walked over, catching the end of the trashy things he was saying to her

"Alison... Lets go"

Darkiplier didnt need to shout. Or ask her twice. She gratefully nodded her head, realxing now that she didnt feel cornered.

The whole way home she was quiet. Dozing, feeling the effects of the whiskey shed been downing all night.

When they arrived at the house she got out and walked in. She was barely through the door when Dark called to her. He stepped through the door behind her as she turned

He stared for a moment, then reached his hand out to touch her face...she flinched. She didnt mean to...it was just the thought if anyone touching her....of making her feel anything was anxiety inducing...but at the same time she wanted Dark's touch

His hand stopped mid air and his eyes darkened... He was... Sad? But angry at the same time

"I see..." He murmered. Then walked past her to his office and shut the door.

Alison stood there. Tears began to run down her face. "What the hell is happening to me" she whispered. She looked toward the office door. Wanting so badly to chase him. But tired of chasing things at the same time.

******

Darkiplier tried to focus on the computer in front of him. Itd been half an hour and hed gotten nothig done. "What the hell is wrong with you? Youre bitching and moaning after this *girl* you barely know. And for what? The feeling she gives you...pathetic" he spoke to himself condescendingly.

"You know. Speaking to yourself is the first sign of madness"

Alisons voice from the doorway made him jump. Not expecting her to be there.

"Can i come in?"

He studied her for a moment. "Yes. Of course, sit"

She walked into the room. Still in her dress but barefoot now. His breath hitched in his throat as she leaned back into the sofa and curled her legs under her,she sat the drink in her hand on the side table. He laughed. Another whiskey?

"Listen. Dark. Thank you for coming over when you did....that guy was..handsy"

He scoffed "Well. Did you think i was going to let him manhandle you? Though im sure you couldve handled it fine if need be. But i have this godforsaken need to protect you. And i still havent figured it out.."

"Dont protect me.... People that protect me get hurt...." She trailed off, thinking of Henrik stitching the cut in Chase's side after he fought with Shane that night. "Im not worth good people getting hurt"

Dark stood up and walked over to stand in front of her, then crouched so he was eye level. "Look. I told you. I think a lot of people are useless, but you arent one of them. You have this passion in you when you speak about people and things you care for. You want so badly to fight everything and feel nothing....and thats not possible. Trust me. Before you waltzed into this house i wouldnt have believed it. I was an asshole to anyone that looked at me sideways. I didnt need anything or anyone.... And then here are. Making me feel things. No my dear. Worthless is not something that should be used to describe you"

He placed a hand on her leg as he spoke, electricity running between them. She jumped but didnt flinch away this time. She stared into his eyes, taking in what hed said.

He cleared his throat and stood up "i believe this is where i tell you, im sorry if i scared you that night he came here. Im sorry if kissing you was out of line.." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to stand up "but i just couldnt help it..."

She smiled and then stared at the floor as she spoke 'you werent out of line.....unexpected maybe. But i kissed you the second time. So should i apologize for that?'

Darkiplier chuckled and put a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his "No my dear. Never apologize for letting me taste you... Though you may need to apologize for depriving me "

With that he captured her mouth with his. Slowly as first, then more forcefully. Her hands tangled in his hair, him holding her against him. She pulled back to breathe and his lips went to her neck. 'Dark..." She said breathlessly

"Mmmm" the sound rumbled in his chest as he caressed her back and softly kissed her skin, savoring each taste. The he looked at her and smiled wickedly "you know. Coming down in that dress... Then dancing the way you did. That wasnt very nice of you. Looking like that....moving like that in public. I very nearly pinned you to the wall then and there" his eyes danced as he spoke. Running his hands down her hips and gripping her right at the lower back to pull her closer

She laughed and smiled back at him "well. Maybe i like to torture you. Make you beg for it"

He chuckled "hmm. Me? Beg? Not on your life princess, you couldnt make me actually beg"

She stepped away from him and put one hand on his chest and grinned "oh. Is that a *challenge* i hear? Go sit in your chair over there"

He cocked an eyebrow in her direction but complied, pulling the chair to the front of the desk and sitting. This should be interesting

She turned of the lights with the switch by the door. Then walked over to his computer which was behind him on the desk. She went to a music site and put a song on. One that Dark recognized from the club. One hed watched her move to, his heartbeat quicked as he remembered the sight.

She strolled around back to where shed sat her glass and downed it. Then walked to just out of his easy reach and began to move to the music. Body swaying to the beat. Eyes closed. A little drunk but in control and knowing what she was doing. The moonlight played along her body.

Darkiplier reached to touch her and she swatted his hand away.

"Oh no. Put your hands away....you cant touch unless you ask...beg for it." She said mischeviously. "Your hands cannot touch me. But i...oh i cant touch you"

She stepped closer, bending down, holding his knees as she did and bringing her body up in a way so that her face, then chest were right in front of his face. She turned and bent between his knees before coming back up slowly, grinding against him, his hands clenching. His aura crackling around them with his need. But he would not break. He couldnt. His pride wouldnt let him.

But then. Alison straddled him. Legs on either side and sat in his lap. Still moving her body to the beat of the music, leaning back as she moved her hips. This was dangerous territory. She wanted him to touch her. But she also wanted to hear him ask. Dark, to his benefit was trying to keep his composure, but the hardness beneath her was giving him away.

The music stopped and she sat. Still straddling him and put her arms over his shoulders. She grinned at him

"You gonna break?"

Dark laughed. This little minx. If she thought for one second that he was going to-

All thought flew from his brain as he felt her lips on his neck. Her hand tangled in the back of his hair. She ran her tongue along it and then along his lips. Kissing him lightly 'cmon baby. You know you want it. All you have to do is say it.... Let go of the control for once"

He reached to hold her and she caught each of his wrists and held them down "ah ah darky. Not until you ask nicely" she purred in his ear and she ground against him again. Torturing herself as much as she was him

'Alison.." It came out as a half moan, half warning.

She stood up and let go of his wrists and grinned. "Well. I guess ill just have to go to bed alone then."

As she turned she unzipped her dress and let it fall as she walked across the room. Darkipliers eyes almost came out of his head at the sight of her in her black bra and panties. Now this was just evil....

He crossed the room behind her and slammed the door before she could get to it. She turned to see him staring at her in a way that made her feel very much like a wounded animal in front of a panther. He rolled his head to either side with his eyes closed and then stared her down again, his arm over her shoulder against the door, trapping her there

"Now Alison. You have given me great needs. Id like it very much if youd stop torturing me like this'

A playful smile played over her face "but its fun to see you squirm darlin" she licked her lips.

He stared at her than went to his knees "Fine. Is this what you what? You want me to admit i need you? Well here. I absolutely need you. In many ways. Right now i need you to let me run my hands over you, to taste you, to caress every inch inside and out that i can reach Miss Calaway"

He again reach for her hips and this time she didnt stop him. His kissed her on either side, tongue lightly darting over her stomach. He stood and backed her into the wall. Now it was his turn. He grabbed her by the back of her head and roughly captured her mouth, one hand gripping her ass. He moved to her neck, nipping her as she moaned and held onto his shoulders, one hand gripping his head.

"You know im going to have to punish you for that little one" he growled in her ear before.lightly biting her shoulder. She gasped at the sensation

"Ye..yes"

"And you do not need to try that all the time....not that i dont enjoy you being a little forceful.... Are we clear?" He moved to the other side of her neck, pushing his waist to hers as he kissed

"Yes"

"Yes what kitten?" He stared into her eyes as he said this. Conveying a need for her trust. Then he kissed her deeply before allowing her to answer

"Ye-yes sir?"

That did it. His groaned and grabbed the back of both of her legs and picked her up, her lega going around his waist and slammed her against the door as he kissed her. His tongue and lips exploring her neck and chest as she closed her eyes and let the passion wash over her

************

Dark stroked her hair as she lay in his arms. They were in his bed. Having made their way up here and finally she fell asleep after one more time. He smiled. She looked innocent but was decidely not.

Her skin was warm against his. Breast pressed against the side of his chest. He studied her sleeping face. Had he really said it... After the last time. Did those words come from his mouth?

He had said he loved her and she had thrown her head back and begged him to say it again. And when he had, louder this time she collapsed into his arms and whispered it back to him.

Where the words came from he didnt know. But they seemed so natural. He kissed her face and heard birds chirping....it was 5am..looks like theyd nap most of the day. But that was perfectly fine.

His phone buzzed on the night stand. He reached with one arm and grabbed it. Seeing a message from Mark

M:hey. Alisons parents are headed back to their place. If you want her go go, she can.

Darkiplier lauged and shot a text back

D:No. I dont think i want her going anywhere. Im going to keep her a little longer ;)

M:......what did you do

D:Now ask yourself. Do you really want the honest answer to that question from me?

M:... No. You know what. Probably not. Ill stop by when we get back to town next week

D:ok. Be sure to call first. Make sure we're decent and all

M: yeah ok.....and please dont allude to that again...ever

Dark laughed and sat his phone back down. Then wrapped around alison and fell into a heavy sleep...the most peaceful hed known in his existence.

[withnosuchgrace]

Counting Stars

summary: you never expected to talk to Sehun, but then again, you never expected to take astronomy either, and neither of those stop you from turning to the smartest kid in class when your grades are on the verge of sinking into a black hole. 

part 1 | part 2

genre: flufffff!!!!!

word count: 7214

A/N: idk how long this is going to be, but i’ve had this idea since my first day at uni last semester and it’s about time i got around to writing it :)) the second part should be up soon enough!! enjoy!!

- P A R T  O N E -

University was a peculiar place. 

It was definitely more mature than high school, and professors gave their students a lot more freedom to do what they pleased, and this is where chaos usually ensued. Despite everyone being adults, they were usually dying on the inside from lack of sleep, and the stress of having to live on their own for what is probably the first time in their lives. Mix that in with the social life of uni - the parties, the fraternity life, and the feeling that these are the best years of your life - and what you get this strange transition to adulthood full of regrets and mistakes and memories you can never forget.

At least that was the definition most people gave university. In reality, it included more empty coffee cups spread across your dorm room than you can count, and trying to catch up with readings but failing miserably, which ended in many sleepless nights and falling asleep in class.

Which brings us to this very morning.

It was a Monday, and after spending both Friday and Saturday goofing off and having a little too many beers for your liking, you wound up spending Sunday locked up in your dorm, doing all of the weeks readings. It did not go as well as you had planned and you ended up watching strange videos on youtube (knowing 107 facts about Disney’s Beauty and the Beast was bound to be a good conversation starter, right?).

Needless to say, you were absolutely terrible at planning ahead, which is why you ended up in situations such as the one this lovely Monday morning.

You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating relentlessly with incoming messages. You tried to ignore it and go back to the comfort that sleep brought you, but there was no sign of your phone stopping any time soon.

“I knew I should have muted the group chat!” you mumbled to yourself whilst fumbling around with half closed eyes to grab your phone off the bedside table.

The bright blue light of the screen caused you to wince as you attempted to read the time.

8:13 am

You nearly dropped your phone on your face. Your class started thirteen minutes ago!

You quickly skimmed over the messages you had gotten from your friends, all of them saying the same thing.

Where are you????

Just then a new message came in from Wendy.

W: Are you okay? Did something happen??

You decided to answer her as you scrambled out of bed. Your message was filled with typos and written completely in capital letters (so as to emphasize your urgence), but hopefully Wendy understood what you were trying to say.

You: SHIT I SLEPT IN SGNJFUWEJSKEJBSDJ AHHHHHHH SAVE MR A SEAT PLASEEE

It only took seconds before she replied.

W: lmaooooo alright !!!

You proceeded to pull on the first articles of clothing you could find, not caring if they matched or not. You were all up for just wearing your pajamas to class, but they were thin and it was freezing out.  

Getting ready in record time, you ran out your dorm building and towards campus. Having skipped breakfast, though, you were starving so you had the bright idea of stopping by Starbucks to have a cup of coffee. At least then you would be awake - not that having to run wasn’t doing the trick already.

It was a terrible idea.

One step out of the shop and a bustling business man bumped into you causing you to spill coffee all over your top. The asshole didn’t even apologize! He just went on, leaving you uncomfortable and realizing you were going to be even more late than you had anticipated. You groaned in frustration before going on your way.

You were nearing the building when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Stopping at a stoplight, you pulled it out to see a text from Wendy.

W: Chan came in like super late and stole your seat oops. I tried telling him to move but he doesnt listen... i can’t push him he’s a fucking giant rip

You sighed. Fucking Chanyeol. Always late.

You: ffs chan ughhh!!! It’s okay though, I’m right outside, i’ll just find another seat.

You finally entered the auditorium, and internally groaned when you saw how filled it was. Your friends were all sitting in the back, right by the entrance, and sure enough, Chanyeol was sitting right beside Wendy, sending you a cheeky grin when he spotted you.

“Well, if it isn’t miss tardy-pants!”

You glared at him.

You quickly scanned the room and saw a free spot all the way in the front. Sighing, you began your walk of shame.

“You alright?” Joy asked you, a hand on your arm as you were passing her seat.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll catch you guys later.”

The empty seat was occupied by the boy’s bag and he seemed to be lost in his own world, for he did not move it, even when you stood awkwardly by the seat for a few seconds.

Unsure of what to do, you tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

He was abruptly brought out of his thoughts as he blinked blankly at you. He looked slightly annoyed to be distracted from what he was writing in his notebook, and after letting his eyes scan you from head to toe, his bitch face only seemed to become more emphasized. He was gazing at you as if he was judging you, hard.

You didn’t blame him. You looked like a trainwreck, arriving over twenty minutes late to class, your hair a tangled mess, and a huge coffee stain on the front of your shirt. You were also slightly sweaty and out of breath from having to run all the way here.

He finally moved his bag, in the slowest pace you had ever seen a human move, and you hastily plopped down in the now empty seat.

You began fumbling in your bag for your materials but internally groaned when you noticed you forgot your pencil case back at the dorm. You did not want to make a big fuss over it, and so you discreetly nudged the boy sitting beside you.

“Hey.”

He looked at you with the same annoyed face, although this time, he looked even more irritated, if that was even possible.

“Can I borrow a pen?” you whispered.

He merely sighed before haphazardly tossing you the first thing he pulled out of his pencil case, which happened to be a highlighter, before going back to taking notes as the professor lectured on.

You hated to be that annoying kid, but there was no way you could take what notes you could using a yellow highlighter.

You nudged him again. “This is a highlighter.”

He visibly rolled his eyes, fished out an actual black pen, and handed it to you, all the while not even sparing you a glance.

You frowned, but took it nonetheless, ready to take what notes you could for the remainder of the class. It was hard to pay attention, however, when from the corner of your eye, you could still see the boy taking his notes, his dark brows furrowed together as he concentrated.

The boy seemed familiar to you, though you weren’t sure why. This was a fairly big class, so you maybe you had caught his face once or twice. And boy, what a face it was. This boy was definitely cute.

He wore large, round glasses and dressed in a very prim and proper way - a light blue button up shirt and dark pants. His dark hair looked like it was combed to perfection, but he must have missed a spot for it kept falling over his eyes. Judging by the way his notebook was open and his pen already in his hand, you knew he was the studious type.

You were too caught up in your thoughts about how attractive he was to notice that the professor had ended the lecture and everyone around you began to shift and the room was filled with chatter. You looked down at your notebook and noticed that you had barely written a sentence.

“Here,” you handed the boy his pen back. “Thank you for letting me use it.”

He nodded in response and was slinging his bag over his shoulder when you stopped him. “Hey can you send me the notes, by the way. You know, if it’s not too much trouble, and all.”

He looked surprised that you were actually talking to him, and for a second his face was devoid of an annoyed expression as his brows were raised. “Um, yeah sure. I’ll email it to you?”

His sentence came out as a question, so you nodded vigorously.

“Thank you! Do you know my email?”

He shrugged. “I can just find it on the course website, it’s not a big deal.”

You smiled. “Thank you!”

“No problem. See you next class.” He offered what you thought was a half smile, before walking out of the room.

It took merely seconds before Doyoung came up behind you and tackled you in a hug. “Who were you talking to?”

“Wasn’t that Sehun?” Wendy asked, looking at the boy’s retreating back.

That was it! Sehun! You knew that name!

Sehun was known to be the quiet student in class who knew all of the answers to everything. He was also known to always look annoyed at everyone around him, often caught rolling his eyes at people’s shenanigans and disruptive behaviour. No one really talked to him, since they thought he was rude and conceited and a know-it-all.

“Yeah. He’s actually not that bad. He’s sending me the notes.”

“Whoa, who would’ve thought.” Doyoung commented, his chin still propped up on top of your head and his arms hanging off your shoulders.

“Right? I would have expected him to be a jerk!” Wendy nodded in agreement.

“Nah, I think the whole jerk, and bitch face thing is just a front. Maybe there’s a shell that needs to be cracked to reveal a…”

“A what?” every time Doyoung spoke, you felt his jaw move against the top of your head.

“A… I don’t know! A nice, gentle person? Maybe he’s just really shy and uses that annoyed attitude to hide it.”

Wendy looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Are you okay, (Y/N)? Have you been eating well?”

You scoffed, and were prepared to make a snarky comeback when you heard Chen’s voice. He was standing by the entrance of the room along with Chanyeol, Joy, and Suho.

“Are y’all coming or what? We’re going to grab something to eat.”

“Coming!” Doyoung called, using slightly high pitched tone. Then, back to his normal voice, he spoke while walking behind you, all the while keeping his head on top of yours. “Who knows, maybe (Y/N) is just trying to befriend him for the notes so she can actually pass this class.”

“Oh please, you’re doing worse than I am!” You retorted with a laugh, and pushed Doyoung off of you as you walked out of the classroom, and back into your normal, carefree life.

Despite what Doyoung and Wendy had said, one thing was for certain: you were definitely going to sit next to Sehun again.

“Suho, I swear if you crack another lame ass joke, I'm going to punch you.”

The pink haired boy merely grinned innocently at Joy, to which she rolled her eyes.

It was Monday evening and you were currently sitting at a fried chicken establishment with some of your friends. It was a typical night, your friends being loud and extra for no good reason, while you laughed along to their antics.

You were munching on the fries in Chen’s plate, while listening intently to another one of Chanyeol’s tall tales (which were more often than not interrupted by resident comedic Suho), when your phone vibrated against the wooden table and causing a large noise, making Chanyeol stop once again.

“Will I ever get to finish my story?” He huffed.

“Sorry, sorry.” You picked up your phone to glance at the notification.

“He sent you the notes through email?! What is this? 2002?” Doyoung’s orange hair was in your line of vision as he leaned in to see the screen of your phone.

“Wait, what notes? Did we miss something?” Chen asked curiously.

You looked up to see all of them looking in your direction.

Chanyeol looked slightly annoyed at not being able to finish his story about how he got his foot stuck in a rabbit hole this morning.

Before you could reply, Wendy was speaking.

“You know that guy with the glasses who always sits in front and answers all the questions? Sehun?”

“Yeah, what about him?” Suho’s brows furrowed.

“Apparently (Y/N) and him became best friends and he’s sending her the notes.”

“Oh! He’s cute!” Joy smiled. “In that nerdy kind of way.”

“We’re not best friends! I barely talked to him!” you defended.

“Yeah, clearly not friends if he’s sending fucking emails in 2017. Lemme see that.” Doyoung grabbed your phone out of your hand before you could react.

“Hey! Give that back! What are you doing?” you tried to reach for your phone, but Doyoung had longer arms and could therefore use your phone far out of your grasp.

“Found him!” he exclaimed.

“What do you think you’re -”

“Done!” Doyoung straightened up again, and you were about to grab your phone, when he shook his head. “I’ll only give it back if you promise not to delete it.”

“What are you talking about? Delete what?”

“Doyoung, what did you do?” Chen laughed.

The boy grinned, proud. “Just helping (Y/N) make friends.”

You looked down at your screen in shock, the colour completely leaving your face.

Friend request sent.

“You added him on Facebook?” you cried.

“Well you weren’t going to befriend him through hotmail, now were you?”

You gave him a panicked look. “But what if he doesn’t accept it?”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to ‘crack his shell’ or whatever. This way it’ll be much easier!”

You still had a pout on your lips as you looked down at your screen again. He still hadn’t accepted the request. Had he seen it? Was he just hesitating because it was all too soon?

“Think of it as a favour.” Doyoung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his side. “Now, Chanyeol was rudely interrupted and I wanted to hear the end of his story.”

Chanyeol immediately brightened up at that. “Thank you! Okay, so where was I?”

“Your foot was stuck in a rabbit hole?” Wendy offered.

“Oh yes! So it was really stuck in there, right, and no matter what I couldn’t get out. Just then an old man walks by, but get this - he’s blind! So he clearly can’t see me struggling -”

If it was any other night, you would have loved to hear the rest of Chanyeol’s ridiculous tale, but alas the only thing you could think of was that stupid friend request and Sehun. Why was it such a big deal? You weren’t thirteen anymore, these things should not matter to you.

But your mind reeled each second that passed without his reply and you didn’t know what you would do if he rejected it. Would you be able to sit next to him again, knowing that he had outright rejected your offer - er technically Doyoung’s offer for friendship?

These thoughts did not leave even long after you left the chicken place and were already lying in bed. Your phone lay on your bedside table, not having made a single sound since earlier that evening.

No news, no nothing.

You thought you were finally going to be able to fall asleep, when you were suddenly forced awake with your heart in your throat as your phone vibrated.

Moving faster than you ever had before, you grabbed your phone too look at the notification that popped up on the screen.

Oh Sehun has accepted your friend request.

The smile you had on your face could have lit up an entire room.

He accepted! He wanted to be your friend! (hypothetically, of course).

You were so excited, suddenly feeling wide awake, that you immediately opened up your conversation with Doyoung.

You: he said yes!!!!!!!!

D: when’s the wedding??????

You rolled your eyes. Doyoung couldn’t be serious for more than two seconds.

You were going to lock your phone, when he sent another message.

D: you’re welcome btw ;)

You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face even as you tried to fall asleep again. All you could think of was the fact that this meant that perhaps Sehun wasn’t such a bad guy after all. This only furthered your desire to befriend him.

True to your word, the next time you had Astronomy class, you immediately sat at the empty seat next to Sehun. At least, this time around, he moved his bag as soon as he felt someone near. When he saw that it was you, his brows shot up in surprise.

“Hey,” You greeted, as you slid into the seat.

“Hey.”

It was a little awkward. The two of you didn't even know each other, after all.

“Thank you for the notes, by the way.”

“Oh, it's no problem. Were you able to read my handwriting fine?”

You nodded. “You have very nice handwriting.”

“Oh...uh thanks.”

You were pulled back into an awkward silence, and you weren't sure how to break it.

You were pulling out your notebook and pencil case from your bag when you heard Sehun speak again, although his voice held an uncertain tone to it.

“Wouldn't you rather be sitting with your friends?” He nodded his head towards your group of friends sitting in the back of the class. Chanyeol was in the middle of arm wrestling Suho, Doyoung was already half asleep while Chen was mostly likely on his second cup of coffee, and Joy and Wendy were busy watching a video on Wendy’s laptop.

You shrugged and sent Sehun a smile. “I think I'm happy right here.”

Sehun did not know how to reply to that, and so he didn't. Instead he turned back towards the front and awkwardly twiddled his thumbs. You couldn’t miss how flushed his face had gotten, though.

Neither of you mentioned the friend request. Why would you? You were two adults, and this was something completely minuscule over the grand scheme of things you should be worrying about.

The class started not too long after, and you tried your best to pay attention, but you soon found yourself losing focus and getting confused all over again. You tried to write down everything that you could in your messy notebook, but were still having difficulty keeping up.

Astronomy was an interesting class, with the discussion of celestial beings in the universe and the vast immensity of it all, but it was definitely not one of your strong points. You wouldn’t have even been in this class if it wasn’t for Suho.

He had a fascination with space and insisted on you and your friends take this class with him. He would claim he had to take this class, that he needed it. In a typical Suho manner, however, your first day of Astronomy had ended with him laughing and saying “I thought this was astrology, my bad.”

Needless to say, you and your friends decided to stick around. The class was quite interesting, and you knew that if you attempted to switch out, Suho would make a big deal about your lack of commitment.

He really was a strange fellow.

If you had been sitting with your friends, you would have been goofing off, ignoring this whole lecture as you scrolled through social media on your phone. But this was different. For one, you were sitting near the front of the room rather than the back, so if you were to go on your phone, your professor would see and you just could not do that to him. He was a sweet, eccentric old man, after all, who loved puns a little too much for his own good. In that sense he was very similar to Suho, a fact that Chanyeol never let him forget (“It’s like looking at an old, white version of Suho!”).

Secondly, you did not want to leave that kind of impression on Sehun. You did not want him thinking you were a slacker who did not care about her grades.

Sighing, you turned to Sehun, nudging his elbow with yours.

He looked at you a little annoyed, but then saw the confused look on your face.

“I’m confused.” you whispered.

Sehun parted his lips to say something back, but just then the professor asked a question, and instead, his arm shot up in the air and he answered the question smoothly.  

You frowned, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to get help like this, so you flipped to a new page in your notebook and began to write a note on it. Then, when the professor wasn’t looking you slid it over to him.

Sehun looked curiously at the notebook in front of him with your little message messily scribbled on it.

Do you think he will let us practice some exercises near the end of class?

Sehun looked at you in question, but didn’t write anything. Instead he frowned and whispered “I’m trying to pay attention!”

You tapped the notebook and then proceeded to clasp your hands together in front of you in a begging manner.

He only raised a (perfect) eyebrow at you, looking at you like he had no idea what to do with you.

You jutted out your bottom lip in a pout, hoping it would help your case, and sure enough, after an eyeroll and a dramatic sigh he finally looked down at what you had written. He then looked up at you in an unamused fashion.

You gestured for him to write on the paper, while his expression did not change in the slightest.

Why?

He slid the notebook back towards you and finally looked at ease again, focusing his attention back to the class.

It took less than a minute before you were subtly trying to slide the notebook back towards him.

I don’t understand anything. Do you think you can help me?

Just like before, it took a few minutes before Sehun even bothered looking at what you had written, let alone begin writing a response.

Why can’t you ask one of your friends?

You didn’t even bother hesitating, grabbing your pen and beginning to write on the notebook before he even had a chance to finish writing his sentence.

They’re kinda stupid tbh.

Sehun couldn’t hold in his scoff, which he quickly covered up with a faux cough. You grinned and added another word.

Please?

Sehun finally looked at you and nodded.

You had to stop yourself from clapping excitedly.

The rest of the class went smoothly. Sehun went back to focusing completely, this time while trying to hide the small smile that was creeping on his lips. You went back to trying to pay attention but were distracted - this time with the relief you felt knowing that Sehun was going to help you out (and the fact that you got him to laugh which was an accomplishment in itself).

When it had finally ended, you made sure to arrange a meeting date, time and location with Sehun before he left.

“Does tomorrow at noon sound okay? We can go grab lunch and study at the same time?” you asked.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Here,” you pulled out a pen and grabbed Sehun’s hand, quickly scribbling your number onto his pale skin.

Sehun was flustered, to say the least. He did not quite know how to react upon seeing his skin being tainted with blue ink. His skin felt hot where you were touching him and his eyes were wide as he looked at you in shock.

“Now you have my number so we can keep in touch, in case anything happens!” you smiled sweetly at him, finally letting go of his hand.

“Couldn’t you just have put it in my phone instead?” Sehun was slightly pouting while looking down at your handwriting on his skin. “Or you could have sent it over facebook.”

It was a quite an adorable sight.

“Oh, right. I didn’t think of that.”

Sehun sighed. “It’s alright. I’m going to go, I’ve got a class in ten minutes.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow!” you grinned and he offered a small smile in return, causing you an immense amount of joy.

Sehun left, and you watched him walk away with a feeling of happiness and - what was that? Why was your heart fluttering?

You couldn’t think too long about this strange feeling, for when you turned to grab your bag, you nearly yelped at the sight of your friends, all looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“What was that?” you heard Doyoung’s voice behind you.

“What was what?” you replied, turning to your tall best friend, and finding a knowing smile on his face.

“Did you give him your number?” Wendy asked, joining in the conversation.

Suho whistled, walking in behind Wendy. “(Y/N) is wasting no time.”

You frowned. “It’s not what you think. He’s just helping me study tomorrow.”

“So it’s a date?” Wendy raised an eyebrow.

“No it’s not a d-”

“You know, I always did think the two of you would look cute together.” Suho commented, interrupting you.

“What are you talking about? This isn’t a -”

You were interrupted once again, this time by Chanyeol who was excitedly explaining a new game he was playing on his phone.

You pouted, and felt an arm around your shoulders. You looked up to see Doyoung grinning.

“Relax, everything will go fine between you and Sehun on your date tomorrow. Although, I must say you two are moving way too fast. But I guess that is the magic of technology. How late did you stay up messaging to him.”

You huffed. “We didn’t talk. And it’s not a date! God!” you shoved the taller boy off of you, stomping away as you heard his laughter echo behind you.

Despite it clearly not being a date, you could not help but feel nervous, and you had no idea why.

He was only going to help you out with astronomy, and that was all there was to it. Besides, you barely knew the guy.

That still did not stop the smile from brightening up your face with the messages that came in the following day at 11:59 am.

Hello, i’m at a table at the cafe you said we should meet at…

Let me know when you get here

This is Sehun by the way!

Your fingers tapped quickly on the screen of your phone, a response formulating before your eyes.

You: I’ll be there in a minute!!!

His reply came whilst you were making your way to the cafe.

S: okay :)

The smiley face came as a surprise but it made you grin nonetheless.

The heavy aroma of coffee filled your senses as you stepped in the cafe packed with fellow university students. Your eyes scanned the place for any sign of Sehun, but it was difficult locating him. You were considering messaging him where he was, but just then you caught a glimpse of him, his head bent over a book near the far end of the place, as far away from other people as he could.

You slid into the seat across from him and watched as he looked up at you startled.

“Oh it’s you.” He sighed in relief.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” You teased, cupping your cheeks with your hands in an attempt to look cute.

Your charms did not work on Sehun, for he looked confused at most. “I guess? Are you ready to study?”

You nodded, beginning to pull out your books from your bag. “Yep. Let me just buy something first. Do you want anything?” You asked, wallet in hand.

He shook his head.

“You sure? Not even a cookie?”

He shook his head for the second time, his attention drawn back to whatever he was working on.

“Alright. I’ll be back in a few.” you jumped up from your seat and into the line. From where you stood, you had a perfect view of him, his nose buried in the book he had been reading prior to your arrival. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how kind he was to be helping you out like this. Maybe he was just misunderstood, and wasn’t a stuck-up know-it-all like people had assumed.

It was these thoughts that led you to buying a few cookies for him. When you placed them in front of him he looked up at you, puzzled.

“But I didn’t want anything.”

“I know, but I felt really bad that you took time out of your day to help me out, so please accept them as a gift of gratitude? You don’t have to accept them if you don’t want to, I could find a better way to pay you ba-”

Sehun interrupted your rambling with a small smile of gratefulness. “No, these are more than enough. Thank you, (Y/N).”

It was the first time he had said your name, and you didn’t know why it made you so happy.

“You’re welcome!” you replied cheerfully, finally settling back into your seat across from him, and taking out your books, ready for the studying to begin.

Sehun opened his own book to a different page, and you realized that he had been reading the textbook for this course.

“What were you working on?” You asked him out of curiosity.

When he didn’t answer you right away, you looked up from your book to see his cheeks were dusted pink. “I was just reading ahead, a little. It’s no big deal.” he scratched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, before clearing his throat and speaking again.  “Are we ready to study? What do you have trouble with?”

“Everything.” you admitted, sheepishly.

The look of surprise on his face was quite the sight. “Oh. Well, then we better get started.”

He flipped his notebook back to the beginning, and you looked on eagerly, while gingerly taking a bite out of the bagel you had bought.

“Alright, so chapter one.” he said. He began to explain something but was quickly interrupted by another presence.

“Yo (Y/N)! What are you doing here?”

You immediately grinned upon seeing one of your good friends, Ten. “Hey! Nothing much, just studying astronomy.”

He laughed, his nose crinkling as he did so. “Suho really made you guys stay in there?”

You nodded. “It’s pretty interesting, though, so not much of a loss.”

“I still can’t believe he got all of you to take the class with him. But anyways, I’m going to leave you to study. I’ll see you at Heechul’s on Friday, right?”

You winked. “You know it.”

You waved goodbye to him as he walked away, before turning your attention back to Sehun, who had been awkwardly sitting throughout the entire interaction.

“I am so sorry for that! No more interruptions! We need to focus!”

“It's fine.” He reassured. “Now where was I?”

You tried to get a better glimpse of his notebook as he began to explain the basic concepts once more, but found it difficult with you sitting across from him, so without thinking twice, you slipped into the booth beside him.  You could finally see his neat handwriting, and smiled to yourself, but noticed that peculiarly he had stopped talking.

You looked up at him to find he was already looking at you.

“What's wrong?”

“N-nothing.” He quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat before he resumed what he had been reading previously.

The noise in the cafe was increasing as more students walked in to grab something small for lunch. Consequently, it was getting difficult to hear Sehun’s soft voice, leading you to lean a little closer. You didn't want to interrupt him, and were actually learning so you attempted to do so as subtly as you could.

Unfortunately, subtlety was not one of your strong points.

Sehun abruptly stopped, his whole body tensing as he noticed how close you were getting. When you realized he wasn’t speaking anymore, you looked up at him in confusion, only to see him already looking at you.

“Is everything okay?”

He quickly averted his eyes, focusing back on the book. “Yeah… I just…. I got distracted.” he quickly cleared his throat. “Anyways, as I was saying…”

The rest of the time passes rather quickly as Sehun helps you out by covering all of the first chapter again, and to your astonishment, you think that you’re finally understanding the basics of astronomy.

It is as you pack up your belongings that Sehun mentions going over chapter two, hence scheduling another meet-up. It catches you off guard, so much so that Sehun notices when you do not reply. “Are you alright?”

You nod, vigorously, shaking your previous thoughts out of your mind. “Of course! I just can’t believe you’re actually going to help me again.” you admit.

“I said I would, and I like to keep my word.” is all he says in response, before he’s shrugging his bag onto his shoulder, and pushing his spectacles up his nose, as if out of habit, since they looked perfectly fine to you. “I gotta go,” he says, upon looking at his watch. “We can discuss our next meeting in class okay?”

“Okay.” you grinned, and then he’s gone, rushing out of the cafe, and bringing your first study date to a close.

True to his word, the first thing you talked about upon sitting into the seat next to him the next astronomy class you had, which happened to be a Friday morning, was about your next study session.

“I’m afraid I’m only free tonight at six.” he was saying, and you tried to hide your disappointment.

Tonight was the party that Heechul was throwing, the very same you and Ten had been talking about only yesterday. Heechul always threw the most legendary parties, ones where you weren’t sure if what had happened was real or just a figment of your imagination. They were wild. It would be a shame to miss it.

But to be fair, you had been to plenty of Heechul’s parties before, so you knew how they usually played out: Heechul is drunk before anyone even arrives; Suho is presumably next, seeing as he is a lightweight, which resulted in Joy following him around to make sure he didn’t embarrass himself too much (though she did leave him to do something ridiculous as payback for however annoying he was during the week; drunk Chanyeol meant even more nonsense blabbing and you felt bad for whatever girl he stuck to that night for they were going to need ear muffs to drone out the sound of his hiccupping voice as he repeats the same story once again (as if 32 times in one night isn’t enough already); Chen was usually the one to stay the most sober out of you lot and enjoyed himself in watching you make fools of yourselves and would even mess with you guys a bit just to get a kick out of it.

Maybe you could afford to miss one party. After all, Sehun was going out of his way to help you out. It was the least you could do, and so you find yourself nodding.

“Tonight sounds perfect. We could study in the cafe again? Or at this diner I know!”

Sehun looked uneasy. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather we studied in a more quiet area. The cafe and a diner would be too loud.”

“Oh. We could always go to the library?” you offered.

He twiddled his thumbs a little nervously as he said his next words. “I was thinking more like my dorm room.”

Your eyes widen and you could feel your face heat up. Did Sehun just invite you to his room?

Sehun’s reaction isn’t any better off when he realizes what his choice of words may sound like. His face was flushed red as he stutters and attempts to backtrack on what he said. “No, no, I d-didn’t mean it like that! I meant that it would be quieter, you know since no one would be around - but that doesn’t mean I want you alone - Oh God, this isn’t coming out right! What I mean to say is that -”

He paused as he looks at you with wide, doe-like eyes, looking far too flustered for his own good.

“- is that I usually study on my own, so it’s more comfortable for me and it’s easier to concentrate.” he finished his previous sentence rather awkwardly, his gaze leaving yours, and settling on his lap, not knowing where else to look.  

You put a hand on his shoulder to try and ease some of his worry. “It’s okay, Sehun, I understand.” you reassured him with a soft smile.

He looked at the hand you placed on his shoulder in wonder, but the moment is short lived, however, for the professor had finally got the overhead projector to start working and had commenced the lecture.

You fall into an awkward silence with Sehun, only seeming to be filled with the sound of the lecture going on.

The same awkward feeling followed with you throughout the day until you finally find yourself facing the white painted door that separates you from Sehun.

You had yet to actually knock on it, feeling somewhat afraid of what the evening might bring you. You had no idea what to expect and the thought scared you. At least when you’re at Heechul’s party, you know exactly how each party-goer is likely to act. But with Sehun, everything is new, and you have no idea what is to happen.

You know you cannot dwell on these thoughts or else they were going to drive you insane, and so you took a deep breath and knock on the door and letting the fate of the evening fall into Sehun’s hands.

The door swung open to reveal Sehun, a smile shying on his lips. “Hey, you’re actually on time.”

He moved aside to let you into his room. It’s not too big, and the amount of books filling almost every crevice only emphasizes how studious Sehun is. You liked that the room actually felt like him, from the various lamps that are lit to the posters of various different galaxies that lined the walls.

There was only one chair for the desk, where you could see a book open, he had probably been studying prior to your arrival. The only other place to sit was the bed in the center of the room, and so you made your way towards it, taking a seat on its edge.

“Wait, what is that supposed to mean? That I’m always late?” you asked him, a teasing tone to your voice.

“Well you’re certainly not the most punctual in class.” he commented offhandedly, before realizing what he said, his hands flying up to cover his mouth.

You burst into laughter. “Alright, acknowledged. Being in your room really does make you a little too comfortable.”

He grinned at that, knowing it is true. He finally took a seat at his desk again, and only then noticed the lack of chairs in the room, and where you were sat. “I’m sorry there’s not enough chairs, are you comfortable on the bed?”

“Yup, don’t worry about me.” you chirped, bringing your legs up to sit cross-legged as you emptied your bag onto his bed. “Let’s just get started.”

Sehun suggested that you reread the second chapter before he gets started on explaining anything you might not understand, and you agree.

The room is engulfed in silence, save for the soft flipping of pages as you tried to focus your entire attention on the contents of your textbook.

You’re finally falling into the swing of things, when your phone vibrates, making a loud noise in the once peaceful room.

“What’s that?” Sehun asked, startled by the sudden noise.

“Doyoung.” you sighed, opening up the video he had sent you. You had absolutely no idea what is happening in it since the music is way too loud, but from what you could see, it had something to do with Ten attempting a keg stand in the background.

You rolled your eyes before sending a quick snap of you frowning at the camera, making sure to caption the photo with “shut up im trying to study”.

Doyoung is already answering, but from what you can see it is just a long string of spam messages that you would rather not answer at the moment.

D: O yeah i forgot you were a nerd now

Where are you? That’s not your room

Omg wait is that HIS room???

YOOOOOOO MOVING A LIL QUICKLY ARE WE???

Stay safe kids ;))))

Looks like (Y/N) is partying tonight too eh???? ;))))

You groaned, before turning your phone completely silent, and dropping it in your bag where you wouldn’t be distracted by it again.

You begin reading again, only to be interrupted by Sehun this time.

“Is there a party tonight?”

The question catches you off guard, and you look at him quizzically. “Yeah, why?”

“Didn’t you tell your friend yesterday that you were going to go?”

“I changed my mind.” you shrugged.

“Don’t lie.” he sighed.

“What?”

“You would much rather be there than here wouldn’t you? Spending your Friday night getting wasted with your friends rather than holed up and studying the stars with me.” he snapped.

Your brows rose at his tone. You did not expect this from him. “Sehun,” you started softly, not wanting to yell at him, although you were feeling a little irritated. Did he really think you were nothing more than someone getting drunk every chance you got? “If I really wanted to be there, I wouldn’t be here. I made a commitment, and I’m going to stick to it. And, believe it or not, but I actually like spending time with you.” you admitted.

He seemed to be at a loss for words, taken aback by what you had said. “Oh.” he finally uttered out, feeling guilty for abruptly accusing you of things.

He doesn’t say anything else for a bit, and so you go back to reading, not knowing what else to say.

His voice is quiet as he says it, and if the room had not been as quiet as it was, you would have missed it. Nevertheless, it brought a bright smile to your face, and you knew in that moment that you had found a friend in Oh Sehun. 

“I like spending time with you, too.”

[icoulddieandwecouldlive-blog]

JUST INCASE IT GOES MISSING

This is my manifesto

That beautiful morning, i hadnt gotten any sleep that night because i was up ranting about OCCULTISM and rape and dug abuse. When my friend, Quaint, showed up he was shaking and his lips were an off shade of grey. He asked to use my phone and called his mama saying that he might go to hospital today because he felt sick. I told him that he wasnt sick he was just DTing and needed alcohol to subdue the effects on his body. I walked to go get medicinal whiskey but the liquor store wasnt open. I walked to the whole foods and picked up 2 bottles of wine and some doggo treats for his dog, chance. He didnt want the treats i gave him but he was such a good protector of his friend. We passed the wine around, casually outside of the unopened shop. 

THEYASKEDME IF WAS SEEIN OR HEARING ANYTHING

It was Monday morning (Mid December 2019) when i had contact with the first officer in front of an establishment called “The Love of Ganesha” on Haight St in San Francisco. I dont remember his badge name or number but he was a well groomed caucasian male. He approached me because he had gotten a call that morning about disorderly conduct (or something along those lines) he arrived at the scene, harrassed my surrounding family, and moved them down the line. After everyone had moved he approched me and Threatened to detain me for being under the influence or for being crazy or something like that. He told me he was taking me to the SF psychiatric ward. I asked him what he was detaining me for. I asked him again what he was detaining me for. He approached my husband and asked Sean if he knew me and if he could help me move me belongings and myself to another location. My stuff was in dissarray but we moved down to the corner of haight and ashbury where my husband sean took and long nap (we were up the entire night before)

My friends and i spent most of the day on that corner, playing with our kitties and talking to touring adults. Around sundown,shortly after a woman donated several dogbeds, my good friend Caveman approached the corner and put down his belongings. Seconds later a squad car with flashing lights pulled up to the scene and two officers of the law got out. One of them was a young african american male and the other was a (assumed to be) younger asian american male. The asian american male (we’ll just call him “woodstick”) “Woodstick” immediatly addressed caveman by asking him “how is your son” whih i thought was very rude. But then “woodstick” told everyone that they had to leave “his” corner. (im pretty sure he doesnt pay rent on that corner but anyway) as me and my husband packed up our belongings “woodstick” got out his big wooden stick and wore it on his hip like a Gun. I wasnt threatened but everyone else, all fed up with the harrassment, moved along. 

I stayed up all night that night talking my husband’s ear off and crying. I fell asleep shortly but was woken up by my hyper-sensitive on-guard dog around 4:30 am. So not much later in the morning i got up and even through my husband asked me not to go, i wanted to walk and yell and talk someone els’s ear off. So i took our 3 kittens, (because they were wide awake) and i went to haight st. i sat on my dog’s bed on the corner of haight st and ashbury and made a sign that said I protest this state. For  the sake of my deceased friends:

I screamed that i was being raped, I screamed that i was being murdered, i screamed “wake up people” and i screamed “NARCAN call 911 call 911 call 911 i am overdosing on heroin! oh wait thats not what someone who is overdosing on heroin sounds like” I was furiously flipping off everyone and nobody cared. 

Anyway, an african american police officer arrived at the scene, right around 7 am right after shift change i assume (she never mentioned getting a call). She pulled up wto me and said “stand up”, i said “no”, she said “im taking you to jail”, she put on black gloves and got out of her car and asked me politely what the problem is. I explained my situation to her and she politely told me where to go to file a formal complaint against off. “Woodstick” and then when i continued to not comply she gave me a tresspassing 25 ticket. Then she said that because i wasnt leaving “ we were going to have another problem” i told her to contact her SGT. and she did so. A white man arrived at the scene and rudely told me… something (i wasnt listening ) i was also flipping off people as they walked by. So the SGT starts grabbing at me and pushing my hat and other belongings around, almost as if he was trying to piss me off more. Then he grabbed me by my shoulder and so did the african american female officer that had orginally made contact with me. I explained “dont touch me” “stop harrassing me” “i know my rights” (which im not sure i do anymore)Then shorltly another 4 or so officers showed up to the scene and pushed my face into the ground, got one arm behind my back, broke my glasses and they said “stop resisting” multiple times. Then they threatened to take me to jail. They told me my religious artifact would have to be removed and then they forcefully tried to remove my silver and lapiz ring. My figner had already been broken recently so  i knew that my ring wouldnt come off easily. I told the officers that as they FORCEFULLY tried to remove my religious artifact. I mentioned the first amendment to them. They continued to try to remove my ring threatening me with detainment. Then the SFFD showed up and they put me on the gurnie. Forced my right hand. Took my cat’s basket and my dog’s new dog bed that was given to me by that kind woman.

Took me to the Zuckerberg San Francisco General hostpitable where they werent very hospitable. I spoke to a psychiatrist for 5 minutes before they knocked me out witha variety of pills. The next morning i woke up and they gave me my breakfaast (mushroom omlette) and i announced i was doing a hunger strike, drank a cup of coffee. Not long after they allowed me to call my mom. My mother offered to pick me up from the hospital but i told her i wanted to be released on my own recognisance. Not long after they allowed me to shower and leave. 

MY partner, sean, was waiting outside for me and my friend shane came and picked us up.

That evening i bought a pack of PBRs, because it was all i could afford beer wise, and i went to haight st and handed them out to my friends. I put my belonging under a scaffolding to protect it from the cold rain. My friend caveman screamed at me on sight “you are the only other woman to be 5150 from here other than misha” who misha is i dont know.

King and 14th

I scrambled to get to the train station. Screaming the whole way. I begged people to let me use there phone because mine had died. I went into the train station and frantically tried to find money in my purse. An older african american woman approched me and asked me what the problem was bought 

Friday the 13th December

It was raining when my partner got off the BART train. We walked to the closest covered porch and started to unwind. After watching a couple older gentlemen leave the building i assumed that it was a federal building. We went to sleep there. Around 2 am (december 14) in the middle of shift change SGT 8 and OFF 10 woke us up and off. 10 threatened to take me and my husband to jail… or to the hospital… i dont remember exactly what his plan was but he put those stupid blue gloves on. As soon as i started rambling to myself they left. NO CONTACT 

My husband and i got our asses moving and as we walked we started to argue (but not in a “im mad at you and you suck”kind of way but in a “i was exhausted already” kind of way) i told him to stay put after we walked not even half a mile. I walked with my yellow water bottle in hand so that traffic could see me more clearly. I got to the fire house. Rang the doorbell.

Rang the doorbell again, i was quite dehydrated at this point. I used my limited knowledge of morse code to sing S.O.S. and WATER and FIRE and HELP. when i noticed the fire department waking up i motioned at them for water. They laughed and shook their heads or something like that. I was so angry at this point i may have started hallucinating. 

2 cop cars pulled up. 4 lights shone. I put my hands up with my big ol sharpie in one hand and my water bottle in the other. SGT 8 rushed me, snatched the bottle out of me hand, threw it away from me, and put my on the ground and in cuffs. He did not read me any sort of any rights. Anyway he asked me if i was writing on the building or doors. they ran my name. Asked me what the problem is… i told them i was tired and i had just had a fight with my husband. I mentioned the domestic abuse and they said “dont use that word” i told them i needed a ride to the hospital, he said he would only give me a ride if i was under the influence of drugs and shined his BRIGHT ass light in my eyes, practically blinding me. I told him i had smoked weed (a legal substance to consume if you arent operating a motor vehicle) he said i didnt seem high and he was right because the cheap weed i smoked barely did anything anyways. So i mentioned the water thing again after they allowed me to sit on their bumper (so polite) i asked them for their badge numbers and the ten (more like a seven but he’s a cop there is only so far you can get with that) said he was 10 and the four told me he was 8. Brisbane PD. where there is no hospital apparently. So they confirmed that i was being transported and he said hed give me a ride to square one. And one water bottle when i got out. Then he told me hed give me two water bottles which was great because i was REALLY fucking thirsty at that point. And then in the privacy of his cruiser he said “my water bottle is just like your water bottle except my bottle is full and yours is empty” which i thought was pretty offensive but i didnt say anything. So SGT 8 drops me off at the gas station (which wasnt the federal building that i woke up at that morning but details are so 19th century) and puts my water bottle and a new sealed water bottle on the curb of the gas station. Takes my cuffs off, probably said some fuck shit. And said “anything else” and as they got into their cars i said “oh yes and i am in fear of hurting myself AND OTHERs”

And i walked.

And i screamed

And i cruised by my sleeping darling and i wrote a little happy face on the lid of the bottle and i left it for him and i walked some more and when i was out of ear shot of him i whistled. I SCREAMED and i banged my bottle against a pole. I took out my lipstick and i drew a heart on a sign. I drew my signature (MAD (mutually assured desrtuction) read it in HS kinda liked the ring to it) and i walked and i screamed some more. I heard owls in the trees. I saw two men in the trees one had a light in his hand and they stood patiently. I said “hello?” and i heard one of them say “what?”

[tmblogs]

April 22, 2017

Ok well I woke up today at like 6:30 and surprisingly didnt have a headache but was a little dizzy and nauseous. I made myself tea and showered to get the smell off me. Anna picked me up around 7:30 and we arived at tatem at 7:45 it was a fun time we taped a lot of shit and carried a lot of shit it was cool. Then at ten we went and got bagels together which was fun and rested in the back together for a few minutes before heading back. We went back to tatem and we found the lady that was supposed to assign us. She assigned us to the rides out side. We helped dylan with the train, or rather I did everything, and they just stood around while I scrambled. It was really fun though I liked that part. Then we took off at twelve, and I headed to edible arrangements to train. I got there, and me, and kacy talked for a while. She’s this girl that graduated last year and is dating sam cost. I told her I was there for same costs first kiss, and shit it was fun. Then they made me climb up onto a counter and into the cieling to fix something, and that was fun and unexpected so thats cool. Me and kristal trained, and made some smoothies, and then she taught me how to squeeze the oranges andmake orange juice, which is cool that they fresh squeeze orange juice. Oh also Isaac made a post about last night that I didn’t really like, but I posted about it on my other blog so wont talk about it again. They let me off at like 2:40, and I ran home in the rain. I got caleb up, and ready to come although he was reluctant, but he made the barbecue much better I think, becauuse instead of me and anna just talking, or being forced to join the adult convo me her and caleb could just hang out. We needed to bring something though so we picked up some beer, and cannolis on the way there, and I actually enjoyed the cannoli id never had one before but it was good. So ruth played with the phoebe, and the parents talked and laughed the whole time which was goo, and then it was me caleb and anna, and we had good fun. Then we ate dinner together and it was really good, and the chicken was fucking great so was the homeade bread, but I ate way to much of both, and got really full, but they had so much chicken I didn’t want it to go to waste so I had more. Then afterwards we all signed a book, and her mom wanted that thing I wrote about dating, but I didnt want to give it to her, because I think my oppinion on dating has changed quite a bit, but whatever. Then my family left, but me and anna wanted to hang out so I stayed for a few minutes with her family while she grabbed her keys and my knife. We were supposed to get icecream with just a few of her friends, but then it started to grow which was fine until jason was coming then I got scared as fuck, but I knew anna wanted to hang out so I decided I could do it, but I had to go through my excersizes in my head to get ready for that. They were just my normal power exercises, and I mean I knew I could pull it off succesful but I was still scared and nervous as fuck, and then anna was like also lets try not to do pda around them, and then I was really scared because that was going to be my fall back if I couldnt take it so then I needed a new fall back, and I knew amy was coming and I mean its really fucking easy to talk to her I mean for me so and I knew at least if I didnt get along with anyone else and I needed to hide or remove myself I could talk to her so that was my new fallback plan. Then I hyped myself up a lot to get ready for socialization, because I also wanted to make it seem like I was loud and the center of the group mostly to distract from jason and make everyone focus on me instead, and that worked well and was good because then I had people to talk to. Also I am so sad that me and amy dont hang anymorre because before everything that happened we were really good fucking friends and then we had a falling out because she had to fall for me, but yeah so it was good talking to her again, because I always get sad that I cant hang with her anymore. Cassidy was fun, ciara was fun although there was some drama going on that I had no idea about until afterwards. Not having pda worked to and I was totally fine without it. I mean I love pda but I thought it would have been worse without it then it was. We were all at arctic freeze which was some trendy icecream place that rolls the icecream. It was good I was really full from dinner and only ate a little. They all arrived 30 minutes after we did and the place was packed it was really crowded, and then amy and anders ordered shit, and it was taking for ever. Isaac and Jason and I forget who else left like really early in the middle of everything very abruptly which was weird. But good, because I didn’t have to worry about him. Also apparently he was going to confront me some time during the night I was just like why???? dont talk to me or bring anything up thats bad we are all having good fun and we aarent bothering each other dont ruin the mood. It never happened though which I think was good so. We all rendevouzed at amys house and that again was good nothing bad we went to her basement. Anna started getting tired then and crashed a little. Then amy oddly did the same thing and I wasnt sure if it was becuase she was tired and being drowned out or if she felt weird seeing me and anna together, if it was the second one I felt bad. Then people started to leave so then I left with annd and the whole drama with maggie started which I wont explain but it was with ciara, and we went and scooped her. She ranted to us and we talked to her we went to wawa and she bought to fucking large backs of chip idk what she needs those chips for but it was a lot. Then we drove around and got to merchantville. It was a little sketch and a little scary, so then we started home. We made a really fucking fast turn at a higher speed and almost hit a fucking car but we were fine. While driving I was reading the dircetionsand looking at the map to tell anna where to go. While I was a text popped up from jason, which I didn’t like. He said I love you, and like something else maybe get back to me as soon as possible. I didn’t like that. I mean I of course text all my good friends like that. “Hey clare” “Hmmm doesnt seem like you are at your phone” “I LOVE YOU get back to me as soon as you can” People wonder why I have beef with him and it is because he is in love with my girlfriend and then says things like I love you that is why, and until he stops no we arent going to be friends. I just didnt like it. Then we dropped maggie off, and parked for a little near my house neither of us were really awake enough to like make out but we gently kissed for a little, and then just talked and layed together which was just as nice. Then I kissed her good bye a few times, and left. All in all a good ass day, started my job, was able to hang out in a group with jason, got to hang out with amy and have it not be to weird, got to hang out with anna the whole day basically, the barbecue went well, I got to help little children get on a train, I got to kiss anna, I love anna, sorry I am getting of track, but it was all in all a fulfilling day.