#i was gonna make a serious and pleading eye emoji about this

[nat-20s]

[jungshookz]

🧦 stocking stuffers: yoongi’s being annoying as per usual

stocking stuffers are basically the holiday equivalent of teeny tidbits :D i just wanted to give you guys a little something to tide you over while you’re waiting for the second drabble! also yes that is a sock emoji there was no stocking emoji sUE ME 

this started off at five hundred words and quickly spiralled into two thousand words but it’s not good enough to stand alone as a proper drabble so i’m counting it as a puny stocking stuffer drabble

pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n

genre; sfw for the most part but there are some suggestive themes because this is demon!yoongi after all <3 

what to expect; “ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me... it turns me on.” 

wordcount; 2.3k

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“i don’t even know why we’re decorating this stupid thing. we’re going to be throwing it out by the end of the month.” yoongi grumbles, tossing a handful of fake snow onto the tree a little too aggressively before shoving his hand back into the bag

this sucks

when he woke up this morning you told him that you guys would be spending the entire day decorating the apartment for christmas and his morning wood immediately deflated

in fact he’s pretty sure his penis might’ve shrivelled up and died at your words

it doesn’t make any sense

you’re like.,., 25% demon!

you’re supposed to hate christmas because it’s literally the day of christ, but here you are, wearing what has to be the ugliest sweater he’s ever seen in his entire life (it lights up. what kind of a sweater lights up?!) while happily hanging baubles on this poor tree that should be out in nature and definitely not in this apartment  

“oh, cut it out, you grouch.” you scowl playfully, already fully aware as to why yoongi’s so grumpy today, “decorating is fun! and our presents are going to look so pretty under the tree-”

“y/n?” jungkook pokes his head out from the kitchen and you turn to look at him, “i’m gonna need you to help out with the gingerbread house. construction isn’t going great. there’s frosting everywhere and i ate most of the m&ms. and one of the gingerbread men is missing a head because i got hungry.”

“are you seri- i asked you to do one thing, kook-” you frown, jungkook smiling sheepishly before not so subtly popping an m&m into his mouth, “get back in the kitchen! i’ll join you in a second.”

jungkook pops back into the kitchen and you let out a hopeless little sigh before slowly turning to look at yoongi 

he pauses right as he’s about to sprinkle some more snow onto the branches and narrows his eyes at you, “…why are you looking at me like that?”

“will you finish decorating the tree while i help jungkook?” you turn to look at yoongi before pushing your bottom lip out in a pleading little pout, “please?” 

“what?? no way!” yoongi scowls, immediately dropping the bag of fake snow onto the floor with a thump, “the only reason why i agreed to do this was because it’s more bearable when we do it together- i’m not decorating this tree alone, that’s just pathetic-”

“aw, c’mon-”

“i’ll just wait for you to finish with the gingerbread house and then we’ll continue with the tree-”

“but we have to follow my schedule!” you whine, grabbing your notepad off the couch before pointing at the next thing on your list, “see? 1:00 to 2:00 - decorate the tree. 2:00 to 2:30 - hang the lights out on the balcony- and it’s already 1:30, yoon-”

“for the love of-” yoongi huffs, “okay, fine! fine, i’ll- i’ll decorate the damn tree alone.” yoongi snatches the box of baubles from you but the faintest of smiles twitches at his mouth when you lean in to squish an appreciative kiss to his cheek

the thought of completely burning the tree down while you’re gone briefly flits through his mind but he squashes that thought quickly

he’ll be good for you 

he can behave!

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“don’t eat the gum drops, i’ll be right-” you step out of the kitchen and your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you see yoongi floating in mid-air, carefully wrapping the christmas lights around the tree, “yoongi!” you hiss quietly, hurrying over to him before reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his ankle, “yoongi, what the hell are you doing-?!”

“i’m wrapping the damn tree in these lights and we don’t have a ladder-” yoongi wobbles a little when you give him another harsh yank and he glances down to see you looking warily at the kitchen door

heh

you’re... anxious.

he can feel wafting it in the air and it smells so good

maybe he can have a little bit of fun with this…

“so use a chair or something! yoongi, i thought we agreed that if jungkook was here that you wouldn’t do anything non-humany-!” you jump when yoongi suddenly drops the pile of lights into your arms before lying back and folding his arms behind his head

oh god

he’s not going to get down anytime soon

also the only reason why you haven’t told jungkook about the fact that yoongi is most definitely not from this world is because he would pass out from complete and utter petrification

you don’t know how he’s going to be able to handle a spawn of satan when the man is scared of fruit flies!!!!

you’re planning to keep everything a secret until the day you die

(you’re also hoping that the day you pop one of yoongi’s babies out that it doesn’t come out with tiny red horns on its head because you feel like jungkook wouldn’t take that very lightly)

“down. now!” you snap, bending down to set the lights down on the ground so you can go and follow yoongi, “i’m serious, yoongi!” 

“oh, relax.” yoongi sighs, “he’s in the kitchen, we’re in the living room…” you frown disapprovingly when he tilts his head back so that his face is right in front of yours before flashing you a grin, “now, why don’t you wipe that frown off your face and give me a kiss?” he purses his lips obnoxiously and squawks when you shovE your face into his hand

hey!

rude!!

“i’m not going to give you anything until you get down-”

“aw, but decorating the apartment would be so much easier if you just let me do my thing!” yoongi pushes himself all the way up so that he’s next to the ceiling fan, “i can even do some much needed dusting while i’m up here!”

“min yoongi, if you don’t get down right now-” you hop up onto the couch and reach up to grab his foot onLY for yoongi to pull his legs up and cross them, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you sadistic freak-”

“ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me,” yoongi wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling to himself when you start hopping up and down to try to get closer to him, “it turns me on.”

“that means nothing to me because you get turned on by everything-” you grumble, your fingers barely brushing over his ankle as you keep trying to grab him, “like that one time you were watching me eat ice cream-”

“uhhhh, excuse me-” yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes, “there was white cream dripping down your chin. obviously i got turned on-”

“hey, if you come down now, i promise to do that thing that you said you wanted to do…” you offer, looking up at yoongi with wide eyes before clasping your hands together, “c’mon… isn’t that a good deal?”

yoongi shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at you, “nice try, you scammer. i’m not falling for that again-”

your shoulders immediately drop and you watch helplessly as he floats over so that he’s near the kitchen door

you really wished that inheriting some of yoongi’s aura gave you the power to float as well

all it gave you was the ability to sometimes make your eyes go black

suRE your stamina in bed has improved significantly and you can keep your engine running from sunset to sunrise but that’s not as cool as FLOATING in mid-air

“do not.” you shoot yoongi a glare when he makes a motion to open the kitchen door

“what if i…” yoongi grins, pretending to knock against the door, “oh, look at your face! you don’t like that, do you? you poor, helpless little thing...” he coos, rolling over onto his back with a laugh

oh god

you haTE THIS

“you know i-” your heart practically drops out of your ass when the door suddenly swinGs open and jungkook steps out with frosting all over his hands

“okay, i know you said not to touch anything, but one of the walls were starting to droop so i thought i’d reinforce it with a little more frosting, buT i squeezed too hard and the bag exploded-”

you swallow thickly when yoongi lowers himself a little all while maintaining strong eye contact with you, propping his chin up on his palm before the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin

you ball your hands into tight fists when yoongi blinks and his pupils turn into thin red slits

great! now his creepy demon eyes are out!

okay

you know what?

it’s fine

relax!

you know he’s taunting you on purpose but it’s not like he’s actually going to do anything-

“DON’T-!” you jump off the couch when yoongi wiggles his fingers directly above jungkook’s head, a couple tendrils of his hair starting to float upwards

“okay, jeez!” jungkook raises both hands in defence before scoffing lightly, “i said i’d offer to help clean up but since you obviously don’t want my help then maybe you can get yoongi to help-“ jungkook pauses, glancing over by the tree, “hey, where’d he go? i heard his voice like a second before i came out-”

“he’s dead!” you blurt out, jungkook’s eyes widening immediately

(improvisation has never been one of your strong suits)

yoongi lies down on his back before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, all while floating mere inches above jungkook’s head 

“i mean… he’s… dead-finitely in the washroom.” you correct yourself, trying to hide the complete and utter angeR on your face when yoongi peels open one eye before turning his head and blowing a silent kiss at you, “because he… had to pee. like any other normal human being does when their bladder is full.” 

“that was a very... non-human being way to answer a question.” jungkook snorts, “what’s wrong with you?”

“i just... don’t want you to get your grubby frosting hands anywhere!” you clear your throat, letting out a sheepish chuckle before rushing over to jungkook, “why don’t you start cleaning up and i’ll join you in a sec?”

“but my hands are still covered in frosting-”

“uh-huh, sounds good!” you slap your hands down on jungkook’s shoulders before spinning him around and practically shoVing him back into the kitchen

you close the door before looking up so you can grab yoongi by the collar and pull him-  

?

yoongi is… no longer there. 

the christmas lights on the tree flicker before buzzing out 

okay

so he wants to play games, does he?

“yoongi?” you spin around quickly before walking forwards cautiously, carefully inspecting every inch of the room for any sign of your nightmare of a boyfriend

you jump in surprise when a bauble suddenly falls off the tree and bounces on the floor before rolling over to your feet 

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you mumble, bending down to pick it up before gently placing it down on the coffee table 

i’m fucking hilarious, baby. i like to think that’s part of the reason as to why you love me so much. 

“what the-!” you jolt at the sound of yoongi’s voice suddenly echoing in your head 

the last time he was in your head like this was when you summoned him for the first time which was definitely a while ago 

you forgot how weird it was to hear his voice inside your head

“i certainly don’t love you right now, i can say that for sure.” you grumble, “it’s safe to say that i actually hate you right now-” 

you look really sexy when you’re mad at me. why don’t you meet me in the bathroom for a quickie? jungkook will never know. i’ll even cover your mouth with my hand so he won’t hear anything.

you look over quickly when the door to the guest bathroom suddenly creaks open 

ahA 

“yeah, i’ll meet you in the bathroom... to kick your ass-” you storm over, kicking the door open only to see that there’s no one in there, “and then when i’m done kicking your ass, i’m gonna kick your ass again-”

ooh, are we finally experimenting with pain now? i can definitely get into that. i can use your bobby pins as makeshift nipple clamps. 

“you are infuriating!” you snap, placing your hands on your hips and looking up at the ceiling 

you know that being playful is just part of yoongi’s nature but good GOD 

sometimes you just want to strangle him

and not in the kinky way 

at this point it looks like you’re going to have to pull out what might be the most predictable trick in your book but you’re desperate here

you need to sort this out before jungkook comes out to see you talking to yourself like a crazy person 

yeah, that’s right. keep thinking about how annoying i am and how much that pisses you off. angry sex is super hot. 

“oh yeah?” you stroll towards the middle of the living room, taking your time to do so, “you think so?” 

hell yeah. i want you to be on top, too. i love the view.  

“i’ll do... whatever you want me to do...” you trail off, eyes flickering around the room for any sign of movement, “but if you don’t come out in the next five seconds, it’s just going to be you and your hand for the next five days- oh-!” 

it’s only a second later that you’re suddenly being pummelled into from behind

you definitely would’ve fallen face first onto the floor if it wasn’t for yoongi wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “finally! there you are-” 

“depriving me of sex during the holidays??” yoongi whines, digging his fingers into your waist, “now look who’s being the asshole-”

see??

oldest trick in the book but it still works like a charm :’) 

christmas with cee 2020 masterlist

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast of New York - Ch. 21

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: You love biology. The study of life excites you. But you hate people. Especially the ones that like to stick their nose in your business. Too bad the King of Brooklyn didn’t get the memo.

MASTERLIST

A/N: I am so sorry that I wasn’t able to reply to everyone’s comments last chapter. I didn’t have much time and when I did I thought I was too late. I’m really sorry for that, but I want everyone to know that I really appreciated them!

Moonlight Serenade

Your eyes burn from the brightness of your phone. 

It’s late, sometime around ten. The notes you were revising were left abandoned on the desk as you retreated into the depths of your bed, buried deep inside the blankets and pillows. You mindlessly wander from one app to another, trying to pass the time and refusing to go to sleep. A ritual you performed every night before falling asleep at an ungodly hour.

You open the messages app. Steve’s contact, decorated with an array of emojis, was at the top, bolded, and with the number “10” next to it.  

Of course, he had sent more messages than just ten. These were just the latest that you had decided not to open. You left him on read for the past two days and knew for a fact that he was probably ripping his hair out at this point. 

Writhe in your misery, Rogers. 

Your finger hovers over his name. It feels good and bad all at the same time. You were too stubborn to admit it, but you missed him dearly.  

The aroma of bergamot and olive blossom that came off him when he pulled you in for a hug. The lilt in his voice when he whined for another kiss.  

It was the little things about him that you missed the most. That made your heart flutter and feel heavy at the same time. 

It’s a foreign sensation. You were no dummy, you knew what it was. You were simply scared out of your mind.  

“Maybe I should reply, ” you whispered to yourself then shake your head. “ No, he deserves it, ” you close the app. You swipe through the pages and sigh. “ But I miss him, ” you mumble with a frown. You open the messages app again and stare at his name and the trail of words underneath.  

I know I’m stupid, but–  

“Yeah, you’re stupid, but so am I, ” you thought. “ Let me call him, ” you go to the call icon in the corner.  

“No, he has to call you. Don’t take the first step,” your conscious speaks. 

You grumble from your inability to make a decision and slam your phone on the side table face down. You snuggle deeper into the blankets until it’s up to your nose. 

“Boys are bad. Sleep is good,” you yawn.

Suddenly, a loud bang comes at the window making you jump out of bed. You stand at the edge of the window and peek at the corner to find a stupidly familiar face. You groan loudly and slide the window up. 

“What is wrong with you? Are you trying to break my window?!” you whisper-shouted at him.  

Steve gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I have a strong arm, haha.” 

You push the window down. 

“No wait,” he pleads with an outstretched hand. “Please? Just listen to me this one time?” 

You pause and wait for him to speak. He doesn’t say anything. “Well? I’m waiting.”  

He stands straight, the streetlight above him casting a shadowed light over him. “How have you been?”  

No reply. 

“Tough crowd,” he murmurs with a chuckle, before clearing his throat again. “Okay, um, so I’ve never done this before and I’m only going to do it once. So listen closely.”  

You roll your eyes at him and cross your arms. “Just get on with it.”  

He nods and begins to sing softly. "Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know?"  

He grows louder, gaining confidence with every word.  

"That something wasn't right!"   

Your eyes grow wide and jaw drops.  A deep red scatters on your cheeks as you stand there dumbfounded. Steve keeps singing, off-tune with every ounce of energy in him. It’s oddly endearing, warming your heart with every note he sings off-key. But it’s not worth waking up the entire apartment complex. 

You stick your head out the window "Steve stop! You're gonna get in trouble!" you hiss. 

He refuses to listen and continues, really starting to feel the song with his hips.  

"Show me how you want it to be. Tell me, baby, cause I need to know now oh because,"  

Another window slides up and an old man sticks his head out. "Who the hell is that?" he barks, “Don't make me come down there!" 

"Hey, asshole,” a woman shouts, “Shut up before I call the police!”  

"My loneliness is killing me!" Steve keeps singing. “And I! I must confess I still believe, ~still believe~.” he screeches.  

He’s fearless and shameless.

“Hey, you!” the grouchy woman shouts at you. “Is he yours?” 

You cover your face in embarrassment, your face hotter than pepper. 

"When I'm not with you I lose my mind,” he points at you. “Give me a sign!” he spreads his arms out. “Hit me, baby, one more time!”  

"Steve get your butt up here right now!" 

He stops immediately with the dumbest smile on his face. “Really?” 

“Quit looking at me dumbass and get up here!” 

He nods and runs to the door. After giving your neighbors an apologetic smile, you quickly slam the window shut. You walk over to the door and buzz Steve in. You pace in front of the door, nervously biting your nails. You’ve never been so embarrassed in your entire life. A single knock comes at the door and you swing it wide open. 

Your lips twist into a scowl at the sight of him. "You are absolutely, most definitely, the worst–"

Steve cuts you off by slamming his lips onto yours. He holds your heated face in his cold hands. You melt into his arms, your knees grow weak, as he kisses you with every ounce of passion in him. 

You push him away gently to catch a breath. "Wow," you whispered breathily. 

A pompous grin spreads on his face. "You wanna repeat that, princess?"

You avert your gaze. “I hate you,” you pout. 

"Baby, I'm sorry. Please give me another chance?" 

 "I shouldn't.” 

 He turns so you’re looking at him. He takes your hands in his. "You should,” he whines, bringing them to his lips. “Haven’t you tortured me enough?” 

You break character. You always did when it came to him. "Kiss me like that again and I might reconsider,” you tell him with a smirk. 

In a blink of an eye, your back hits the wall softly as Steve takes your lips in a fiery, passionate kiss. Your hands work around his body, sliding over every line of his perfect physique until they wrapped around his neck. 

 Unexpectedly, his hand drifts to your hips, pulling you closer to him. He began nuzzling your neck with kisses. So faint, they were like whispers. Your breath quickens. Your body grows weak in surrender to him. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to yours. 

 Lips parted, your breath mingled with his. Your heart flutters against your chest. 

 When he looks at you with his ocean blue eyes, you realize that strange feeling you were so scared of was never something to fear.

 Steve was all logic and cool until your skin brushed against his. Then something not only stirred him but overtook his thinking. The only thing that mattered was touching you more, kissing your mouth, worshipping every part of you for all its worth. 

 When his name escapes your bruised red lips, voice sweet and breathless, laced with desire, Steve realized that you were the half that made him whole. 

Sunlight shines through the curtains, rather distractingly. 

You grumble softly, covering your face with the sheet and nuzzle your nose into Steve’s bare chest. 

“You gonna sleep all day?” he chuckles. 

“What’s it to you?” you mumble against him with a frown. 

He chuckles. “Damn, did I wear you out that bad?”  

You slap him on the chest.  

“I was just joking.”  

“I don’t like your jokes,” you grumble, turning over to your side.  

He follows you, slipping his arm underneath and around you. “Baby,” he nuzzles his nose into the curve of your neck.  

“Stevie,” you whine, “I wanna sleep.”

He pulls you closer until your back is taut with his chest. “But it’s almost noon.” 

“You got somewhere to be?” you drawled, eyes still closed.

“Just here with you.” 

You chuckle lazily. “Then let me sleep?” 

Steve huffed. “I’m bored of watching you sleep.” 

“You can sleep too.” 

“But I don’t wanna sleep.” 

You twist your neck over to look at him. “Then what do you want to do?” He gives you a coy grin. “No,” you deadpanned, turning over. 

“I’m playing with you, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “Let’s go do something.” 

“I prefer my Saturdays in bed.” 

Steve groans before falling onto his back and flipping you over with him. “You’re incorrigible,” he mutters, reaching for the pack of cigarettes he left on the bedside table. 

You snuggle into his side contentedly, wrapping an arm around his chest. “What’s so wrong with wanting to cuddle with my boyfriend?” 

“There’s nothing wrong,” he speaks with a stick in his mouth. He grabs his lighter from the table and lights it, then throws it back. Your finger traces over the tattoo on his chest while he takes a languid puff. “But I thought we’d do something more fun. Something more active. Ya know?” 

You turn onto your stomach and look up at him. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” 

“I don’t know,” he shrugs with a smug grin, “you managed to tie me down.” 

“If I do recall, you were the one chasing after me,” you reply, making him blush hard. 

He leans in just a bit and steals another kiss as if he hasn't already kissed you a hundred times through the night. He takes another whiff of his cigarette.

"That's gonna kill you someday," you remarked. 

He chuckled. "Been doing it for a while hasn't killed me yet." 

"That's because it takes time. It builds and then wham!” you smack him on the chest. He winces in reply. “It hits you when you least expect it." 

 He rolls his eyes before bringing it to his lips again. "If you say so, Doctor." 

 You frown. "I'm being serious."

"Have you ever tried it?" 

"What? Smoking?" you question incredulously. "No!" 

"Here try it.” 

"I don't want any of that stuff,” you push his hand away. 

"You're not gonna die from one whiff,” he states, “Promise. It won't kill ya." 

You look at him warily as he pushes the cigarette into your face. Taking the stick from him, you hold it with your pointer and thumb. You take a slow drag and start coughing instantly. Steve laughs from his belly. 

"Yuck!' You coughed. 

"It's a bit strong,” he says as he wipes a tear. 

"How do you even like this stuff?" You grimaced, waving it around in the air. He goes to grab it from you and you pull your hand away. "Uh, uh, not anymore," you jammed the butt of the cigarette onto the small glass plate on the side table. "Bye-bye smoking." 

"You're too much sometimes." 

You smiled warmly, smoothing your hands over his chest. "I'm saving your life, moron. You'll thank me later." 

He takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it.  “What would I do without you? Seriously, I mean it. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

"You're so cheesy," you groaned, cupping his face with your hand. He nuzzles his face into your hand while you brush the pad of your thumb against his cheekbone. His eyelashes flutter as he looks at you with vibrant blue eyes that fill you with the warmth of the sun. 

You envied just how pretty was, but at the same time felt so lucky that he was yours. 

“I love you.” 

It rolls off your tongue softly, so soft that it was barely audible.  

“You love me?” he repeats as if he’s scared. 

You swallow deeply. It wasn’t supposed to come out just yet. 

“I do,” you say, “I mean at least I think I do,” you avert your gaze onto his tattoos. Your finger traces over it again, over every loop and swirl. “Truth is, I don’t really know much about love,” you whisper. “I’ve never received much of it growing up, and I’ve always been trying to run away from it. So I don’t know a lot about it.” 

You take his hand in yours. A dry ache begins to form in your throat. “But with you, I don’t feel alone or afraid. The way I’ve felt my entire life. And isn’t that how you’re supposed to feel when you’re with the one you love?”

He nods slowly with a humble smile. “I think it does because I feel the same exact way when I’m with you.” 

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers. It’s only for your ears to hear. “I love you so much.” 

His fingers weave into your hair pulling you closer until his lips meet yours in a searing kiss as a promise to always be yours. His other hand goes around your waist pulling you up tighter against him and yours go around his neck. He flips you over and your heart leaps when your back hits the bed. 

Everything felt perfect for a moment in time. In the solace of his arms. Under the warmth of the golden morning sun. Only you and him, hidden from the rest of the world. 

 Every burden gone. Every fear dispelled. 

Lazy mornings could never be this perfect. 

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[littledrummeraussie]

darling of mine.

Word count: 4900+ Author’s Note: Found a promp post on Pinterest, and this happened.

masterlist.

”On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?”

We were both lying on Ashton’s couch, lounging in the sunbeams shining through the windows. I was tucked against his side, one leg resting over his as Ashton’s hand held onto the bare skin on my thigh, pulling me closer. His other arm was curled around my waist under the shirt I stole from him, his fingers drawing patterns on my side or lightly drumming the songs that came to his mind.

I was sleepy and content wrapped in his embrace, my face buried in his neck – his scent clouded my mind, and I wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying. That is, until the drumming stopped, then Ashton’s fingers grabbed onto my hips and suddenly I was under him, his massive figure leaning over me with a mischievous smile all over his face.

”Off the charts,” he replied with a glint in his eyes. ”Let’s do it.”

”Ash, I was joking,” I said, sliding my hands onto his cheeks to make him look into my eyes.

”Well, I wasn’t” he tipped his head forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips. ”Come on, if we go now we can make it to Las Vegas a little after noon.”

”But…” I sat up as soon as he was off me, his fingers already typing up coordinates, looking up the route to the city. ”We have a lunch date with Calum?!”

”I’ll buy him a burger on the way, and he can be the witness. We do need a witness, right?” he looked up at me quickly, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

”I– think so…”

”You see? Clearly a win-win situation!”

”Wait, you can’t be serious!” my eyes widened when he started grabbing his things from the living room. Ash gave me a look, almost like he was challenging me. He crooked an eyebrow at me when I still haven’t moved from the couch.

”I’m wearing YOUR CLOTHES,” I looked from him back to myself; we wanted to spend a lazy day together, and I didn’t feel like putting on my own stuff, so I stole an old band shirt and a flannel from Ashton’s closet that morning. ”They are at least 3 sizes bigger than mine!”

Ashton came back to me, put both his hands on my knees, then started leaning closer, kissing my lips slowly, but deeply. One of his hands came up to my face, brushing my hair behind my ear, nuzzling his nose to mine when he pulled away.

”You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he whispered with a smile. ”Come on, it’s just a road trip. If you don’t feel like marrying me by the time we get to Vegas, that’s okay too. Then we still just had a fun day, right?”

”Alright you,” I’ve rolled my eyes at him, but returned his smile. ”Let’s go on a road trip.”

”Yes! Now come on, we have to pick up Cal!” he pulled me off the couch, sending me away to get my stuff.

”Oh, and Ash,” I’ve turned back to him from the door. ”One burger is not going to be enough.”

* * *

 ”What about Luke and Michael?” I asked Ash as we were waiting for Calum.

”They could be the perfect flower girls!” he grinned back at me, reaching for his phone.

”Who’s going to be a flower girl?” Calum’s head appeared between the two of us from the backseat. ”Is someone getting married?”

”Yes, we are,” answered Ashton, already explaining something to one of the guys on the phone.

”No, we are going on a road trip,” I looked back at Cal. ”It was just a joke.”

”We’re going to Vegas! I’m picking the others up as well!” Ash put his phone down, starting the car.

”Cool. But we are getting burgers though, right?” Calum asked, leaning back in his seat. ”Cause you know, you two promised me lunch, and I’m really hungry.”

”Everyone’s getting burgers, just help us get married today,” exclaimed Ash, making his way towards Luke’s house.

”You can’t bribe everyone with burgers,” I shook my head, but he just looked at me over the rim of his sunglasses, giving me a wink.

”Watch me, Y/L/N.”

* * *

We ended up getting 20 burgers, 10 big fries, drinks for everyone, and some kind of dessert that caught Michael’s attention; he demanded Ashton buys him some of that stuff, otherwise he goes back home and there will be no road-trip-wedding-extravaganza without Michael Clifford himself. The cashier looked at me questioningly while the guys were ordering – I was sure he thought I was being kidnapped by these four weird tattooed guys with their Aussie accents, arguing over cheese and onions and ketchup. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cops pulled us over before we’ve reached the outskirts of LA.

As we went back to the car Mikey called shotgun, and already started eating his fries by the time we made it there. I gave a quick kiss to Ashton’s cheek, and sat on the backseat between Luke and Calum. Soon it really started to feel like a real road trip you take with your friends. There was music playing, the guys were joking and laughing, making comments about each other. Ashton was driving, his toothy smile never leaving his face as he sneaked looks at me in the rearview mirror. Michael was navigating, and Cal and Luke were trying to catch fries thrown at each other.

”I think we are going the wrong way,” frowned Mikey, still looking at his phone. ”We should have left the highway miles ago.”

”Don’t tell me we are lost,” said Ashton, already pulling over and parking the car. ”Give me your phone!”

”Hell no, you have your own!”

”Michael. Give. Me. The. Phone. NOW.”

As they were arguing, I’ve noticed Calum and Luke starting to munch on their leftover burgers, watching Ash and Michael like they were their favourite TV show. Without taking their eyes off of them, Cal offered me some burger and Luke his fries, both which I have declined.

”Mom and Dad are at it again,” commented Luke, and I needed to laugh at this. This caught the other two guys’ attention, and they slowly looked back at us.

”If you two are done with your old married couple fight, do you think we can continue this trip?”

”Please, come and sit back next to me before I strangle him,” pleaded Ashton, but I just shrugged at him.

”I’m perfectly fine just here between the cool kids,” I winked at him.

”There, Irwin,” said Michael finally, pushing his phone in front of Ashton’s face. ”Back that way, and we should be good. You happy now?”

”I’ll be when we get to Vegas,” he answered, casting me another look, then started the car. ”We have a wedding to get to.”

”Oh, this reminds me…” Cal was excitedly bouncing next to me, then gave me a grin and started singing. ”Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married…”

They were all singing the damn song for the next 20 miles or so.

* * *

Luke wanted to get coffee before we’ve arrived, so Ash stopped again at the nearest gas station, making the others buy us all drinks. I was leaning against the door, watching cars passing by on the highway, waiting for the guys to come back. I was drawing patterns on the pavement with my shoes, until Ashton’s sneakers appeared in front of mine, pushing our toes together, and I’ve looked up at him.

”Are you okay?” he asked me, already reaching for me to pull me to his chest.

”Yeah,” I breathed, slipping into his arms. ”I’m fine.”

”Y/N,” his fingers went under my chin, tipping my head up to look at him again. ”Is this wedding thing bothering you? You really don’t want to marry me? Cause you know you don’t have to. I would understand.”

”It’s… all just really quick, I guess,” my eyes slid down to his jacket, and I started fussing with the pins on the lapel. ”We’re not even engaged, we’ve… we’ve never talked about marriage and stuff. I’ve only moved in with you like… five months ago.”

”Do you think we should turn around?” he asked again, his fingers sneaking into the loops of my jeans. ”You just have to say the words, and we will go home. Really, it’s okay.”

”Ash, what is that you want?” I looked back at him, tugging on his jacket. ”Do you really want to get married?”

”I just want you,” he rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes for a long moment, then looked at me with something that could only be described as: ”I love you. And god knows I wanted to do this the right way, buying you a ring, properly ask you, maybe even make an announcement filled with heart emojis and stuff. But then everyone would be all over us, and I… I want it to be about us, just you and me. So when you’ve asked me this morning, it just felt like the perfect thing to do.”

”I’ve thought you would want a big party with friends and family. You know, all dressed up, fancy food, crazy best friends making speeches, maybe even fireworks…”

”We have the crazy best friends with us. And anyway, you’ve asked me what would happen if we’ve got married,” he booped my nose with his finger.

”It just slipped out,” I blushed, casting my gaze down.

”But you’ve been thinking about it, right?” he asked again, and I nodded.

”Of course. Every girl does that. I’m no exception,” I shrugged my shoulder with a smile.

”I could go down on one knee right now and ask you to marry me, if that’s what you want,” Ashton put his hand on my cheek, caressing it. ”We can forget about the trip and just go home. I’ll buy you a ring, and we can start planning the big day. You can have the wedding of your dreams, you can have anything. Just say the words.”

”Ash, it really doesn’t matter how we do this. As long as I’m marrying you, any wedding is my dream wedding.”

”So what do we do now?”

”I say we go to Vegas,” I’ve put my arms around his neck, pushing myself up on my tiptoes so I could look into his eyes. ”We get married, because you’re right, this is just for us. And then we can always just throw an afterparty to those who feel like they’ve missed it.”

”God, I love you so much!” he planted a kiss on my lips, which earned us some catcalls from the guys who were just coming back from the shop.

”Did we miss something, lovebirds?” asked Michael, offering me one of the drinks in his hands.

”We’re getting married!” I smiled at him while holding onto Ashton.

”For real?” asked Luke.

”For real,” nodded Ash with a grin, giving me another kiss on the top of my head.

”Took you long enough,” said Calum, passing Ash his coffee while going for the passenger seat. ”So let’s go!”

”Two more things,” I turned back to Ashton, squeezing his hand in mine.

”Anything for you,” he returned the squeeze, still smiling like the happiest man on Earth. And I was sure he was exactly that.

”If we’re gonna do this, let me get an appropriate dress when we arrive. You can get us rings while I do that,” I leaned up to him to kiss his cheek. ”And… I love you too.”

* * *

”You’re stalling,” said Calum as he held the pile of clothes I wanted to try on.

”No, I’m looking for a dress,” I answered as I went through the next rack.

When we’ve arrived to Las Vegas, we quickly decided on a little chapel that we’ve both liked, and made plans to meet back there once we have found everything we needed. Luke and Michael went with Ashton to buy us some rings, and Calum came with me to a nearby thrift shop to look for a wedding dress. We were really doing it – we were getting married.

”You know he’s serious about this, right?” Cal stopped me, turning me around to face him. ”Sure, I’ve thought he was joking in the beginning, but… I can see how he looks at you, especially now. He is dead serious about you.”

”I know, Calum,” I nodded, smiling at him. ”Me too. I’ve never been this serious about anyone else. Ashton is… special.”

”Then why not just do it? Get married and be done with it? Why the dress and the ring?” he asked me as I made my way towards the changing room.

”Because Ashton is special,” I repeated it. ”I know he would love me dressed in his clothes too, but I want to look pretty for him today.”

”You’re always beautiful for him, that’s no question,” he finally smiled at me. ”I’m sure he appreciates the effort.”

”Thanks Cal. Now, I will need your amazing taste to find me the perfect dress,” I said, kissing his cheek, and disappearing into the changing room.

We spent the next half an hour going through the dresses I have picked out, until I’ve finally found the one. Calum took it from me, saying he will pay for it as a wedding gift, and it made my heart melt. As I made my way after him, my eyes landed on a pair of shoes that I’ve thought could be perfect with my new dress, and I’ve added it to the pile of things at the cashier’s desk. Cal crooked an eyebrow at me.

”And those?”

”My shoes,” I smiled, bouncing on my toes next to him.

”You’re definitely the perfect fit for him,” he laughed, reaching for his wallet.

”And what’s in that?” I asked, reaching for a package I knew I did not choose.

”That’s a surprise,” he pulled my hands away gently. ”You will see it pretty soon.”

* * *

There was a knock on the door of the small room in the back of the chapel where I’ve changed into my wedding dress. I’ve stopped fiddling with my shoes, waiting a few seconds before finding my voice and asked who it was.

”It’s Luke. Are you dressed? Can I come in?”

”Yeah, it’s okay,” I answered, and he stepped into the room.

”Look at you,” Luke smiled brightly, spinning me around to see all the details. ”Damn, Ashton is one lucky man.”

”Is he alright?” I couldn’t keep my nervous question to myself, and Luke just let out a laugh.

”He’s down the hallway in the other room with Cal and Michael. Pretty sure he’s fussing with his hair or something. He’s fine. Wants to already put a ring on this,” he winked at me, and his cheeky comment made me laugh as well, making my nerves go away.

”Well, I’m actually ready, so… we might as well go and make this happen,” I smiled at Luke, who nodded, but then held up his hands.

”Oh, I’ve got you something,” he quickly stepped outside to retrieve a bouquet of flowers and a simple flower crown that he placed on top of my head. ”There. Perfect.”

”Luke, this… this… I just… thank you,” I started to tear up, and he hugged me immediately.

”Please don’t cry, Ashton will think I’ve made you upset or something, and…”

”No, no, he won’t,” I laughed, hugging him back. ”This means a lot to me, thank you. Really.”

”There’s no wedding without flowers,” he said with a smile, then wiped my tears away. ”I’m gonna check in with the guys and after that – may I walk you down the aisle, Ms Y/L/N?”

”It would be my pleasure, Mr Hemmings.”

* * *

We were standing behind the door, waiting for the music to start. Luke promised me that they have chosen an appropriate song for us and that I don’t have to get married to some tacky radio hit. I was already holding onto his arm, waiting, waiting, waiting. I was getting more and more nervous – it felt unreal; a few hours ago we were lying on the couch with Ashton, just basking in the early morning sunlight, and now I was wearing a white dress in a chapel in Las Vegas, ready to promise him forever and always. Luke squeezed my arms when the first chords started playing, giving me an encouraging smile.

”Ready to steal our drummer?”

”You’re never getting him back,” I squeezed his arm, and he nodded.

”Good. He was annoying as hell,” he commented with another smile, and opened the door, leading me inside.

I didn’t have time to look around, because my eyes were already focused on the back of the room where Michael and Calum stood with matching grins, looking from me to Ashton, and then back. And Ashton – he was everything.

He was wearing a black button-up shirt with a red rose pattern and his signature leather jacket, hair styled to perfection, with the biggest, happiest smile on his face. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me, and I felt exactly the same way – I just wanted to look at him forever. Luke gave me one last hug when we’ve arrived next to the guys, and one after the other they stepped to me. Calum embraced me, giving a kiss on my cheek; over his shoulder I could see Ashton quickly wiping his eyes while Luke patted him on the back.

”Because you are special too,” Calum whispered quietly in my ear. ”And you deserve a well-dressed man on your wedding day as well.”

”Was it your idea?” I asked with a smile, but he shook his head.

”All his. I was just the errand boy,” he returned my smile, and slowly let go of me. ”I’m really glad it’s you. My boy chose well.”

”Thanks Cal,” I gave his hand a squeeze as Michael came and looked me up and down.

”Are those… pink Converse?” he quirked an eyebrow at me, and I grinned at him. ”Damn, you guys really are perfect for each other.”

”Michael, are you… crying?” I asked when he rubbed his face, turning away a little.

”No, it’s just a… fuck it, yes, I’m crying!” he shook his head, quickly hugging me. ”I’m just happy for you idiots, that’s all. I’m allowed to cry!”

We held each other for a little more, then I gave him a kiss on his cheek, and Mikey gave me the thumbs up, then lead me up the two steps so I was finally standing in front of Ashton. Calum took the flowers away from me, and Ash reached for my hands, interlocking our fingers and squeezing them.

”Hey gorgeous,” he smiled at me, his eyes never leaving mine. ”Damn, look at you.”

”You’re not too bad yourself, Irwin,” I winked at him, and he just started laughing.

”You know you’re gonna be wearing that name from now on, right?”

”And I’m gonna enjoy every second of it,” I promised him, making Ashton’s smile even brighter.

The officiant welcomed us all, quickly starting the ceremony itself, not wasting any time. All I could see was Ashton, smiling and looking back at me with love and adoration all through the service. I felt like the luckiest girl alive, standing there in my short dress and pink shoes, flower crown on my head, with the man I loved, and our three amazing friends supporting us all through our sudden and crazy decision. I knew I wouldn’t have this wedding any other way – it really was perfect for us.

Then suddenly Michael stepped up to us, holding out two simple silver wedding bands, giving us both smiles as we took them from him. Ashton slowly turned the ring around in his hand, then took my hand and slid it on my finger.

”I’m crazy about you – so crazy that when you jokingly asked me if us getting married would be a bad idea, I knew that there’s no way I’m not marrying you today,” Ash started, looking up at me, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. ”You’re perfect to me, and before you start arguing, yes, you are. Because there’s nobody else who would have said yes to such an insane idea this morning. And I want to thank you for that. You’re the cherry on top of this crazy life I have, and I’m lucky to call you mine, darling.”

”Damn, even I would marry him,” we all heard Calum whispering, and a laugh ran through us all.

”Too late,” I scrunched up my face at him, and after he blew me a kiss, I turned to Ashton, slipping the ring on his finger too. ”This morning I’ve thought you were crazy, bribing people with burgers to take a road trip with us to Vegas. And yet, I knew there was no way I would skip this trip. Somehow… I knew that we would end up here, and I don’t mind it at all. Not even a little. I still think you are crazy, but I want to be crazy with you for the rest of my life. I love you Ash. There’s no one else I’d rather call my husband than you.”

Ashton blushed, trying to blink away his sudden tears, mumbling something about flowers and allergies, but there was no way you could wipe the smile off of his face. The officiant said a few more words, then smiled at the both of us.

”And with this, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he nodded at Ashton. ”You may kiss your bride!”

”Oh hell yeah, I will,” Ash stepped closer to me with a grin, his fingers sliding up my jaw to hold my face.

”Too much talk, Irwin,” I started to tease him. ”And not enough kissing.”

”We can’t have that now, can we?” he crooked an eyebrow at me, and when I started to laugh again, he pulled me closer and pushed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately.

There was clapping coming from the guys with bonus catcalls and shouts, and it just fuelled Ashton to kiss me as long as he can – and honestly, I was more than happy to let him do it. I would have given up on breathing if it meant that I can keep his lips close to mine.

”Oh my god, stop it!” finally one of the guys shouted at us, but Ash just smiled into the kiss, whispering. ”Never.”

* * *

”Can I just steal you away for a few minutes?”

”Sure.”

We were piled into a booth at a close by diner, eating another round of burgers, pancakes and waffles. It was getting dark, and we still had the whole journey back to LA before us, so we decided to take the time and have dinner, a nice way to finish our day together. Ashton’s hand never left my waist as we sat next to each other, sharing fries and smiles all through dinner. My flower crown wandered over to Ash while we were taking photos, then Luke put it on for a while, and now it was sitting on the top of Mikey’s head as he devoured his pancakes.

”Don’t have sex in the bathroom,” Luke called after us as Ash took my hand, leading me to the door.

As we stepped outside, he took his jacket off, putting it over my shoulders, then he found a nearby bench and sat down, pulling me into his lap. My arms went around his neck, and leaned my head against his as his fingers caressed my side. We were so close to each other that our foreheads and noses were touching. Ashton’s eyes were searching me, and I silently waited for his next words.

”We’re married,” he said finally, then his face split into a wide smile. ”We’re married!”

”You officially can’t get rid of me,” I ran my fingers over the back of his neck, sliding them into his hair. ”You’re stuck with me now.”

”It’s a dream come true,” he pushed his lips against mine for a quick kiss. ”And now that you’re off the market, I don’t have to worry about anyone else stealing you.”

”Ash, you know there was only ever you,” I kissed him back, then nuzzled my face into his neck. ”I love you, silly.”

”And I love you, darling,” he pulled me closer to his body, locking his arms around me. ”I love you.”

We sat there together, quietly confessing our love for each other until the guys gave up on the waiting game, and came to pick us up. Michael offered to drive, so with Luke on the passenger seat, and Calum, Ashton and me in the back, we started to make our way home. Luke was the first one to fall asleep, feet up on the dashboard and head lolling to the side. I was leaning against Ashton’s shoulder, battling sleep as well, but both his and Calum’s body on my other side were warm; in the end Cal’s light snoring and Ashton’s fingers in my hair slowly lulled me to sleep.

* * *

”Y/N? Hey, we’re home,” Ashton’s soft words woke me up, and I looked up at him.

The others were already out of the car, yawning and stretching – the flower crown ended up on Calum’s head, and the white flowers looked absolutely amazing in his dark hair. Ashton rubbed my arms, trying to warm me up a little as I was trying to work through my sleepy haze. He opened the car door and helped me out, pulling me to his body, keeping me warm there as well.

”Just take the car, you can drop it off tomorrow,” he said to Michael and the others. ”Thanks for coming with us today. And for bringing us home.”

”Thanks for not eloping without us,” smiled Calum, giving us a half hug. ”That wouldn’t have been fun.”

”Is this the part where you all give your best man speeches?” I mumbled against Ashton’s chest, and all four of them started laughing.

”There will be a time for that as well,” said Luke, and I smiled at him. ”You will be getting embarrassing stories about your husband. A lot of them, actually.”

”I can’t wait,” I winked at him, and Ashton huffed out another laugh.

”Gee, thanks guys. Where’s the bro code? What about my dignity?”

”She already married you, she’s stuck with you, Ash!” Michael shook his head, and patted Ashton’s back. ”You’re fucked, my man.”

”Talking about being fucked,” I heard the smirk in Ashton’s voice. ”Maybe it’s better if you bring back the car the day after tomorrow…”

”Oh my gOD, I’M OUT OF HERE!” Michael was already back in the car, so Luke and Calum took their seats, and waved at us as the car disappeared down the street.

We made our way up the stairs, but before I could go inside, Ashton picked me up, bringing me over the threshold, planting a kiss on my lips after closing the door. He did not stop there though, but started to go up the stairs again until he reached our bedroom. He put me down on the bed, first taking his jacket off of me, then started to pull off my shoes as well. I leaned back, getting comfortable on the bed, until he finally lay down next to me.

”Hey,” Ash smiled at me, reaching over to caress my face.

”Hey you,” I turned to face him, catching his hand to plant a kiss on his palm. ”Husband.”

”Hmm. I like that, Mrs Irwin,” he dropped his hand to take mine, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the ring on my finger. ”Has a real nice ring to it.”

”Well, I do have a nice ring,” I booped his nose, making Ashton laugh. ”You also have a really nice ring to yourself.”

”It’s definitely my favourite one,” he interlocked our fingers, resting our hands between us on the bed. ”That, and the one you are wearing. You are… mine. And I can’t get enough of this feeling. Or you, for the matter.”

”You can prove that in the morning,” I leaned over to kiss him. ”I’m looking forward to a full day long wedding night.”

”You’re definitely getting fucked in that dress,” he gave me a smirk, and I rolled my eyes at him with a smile.

”Always the romantic, Irwin,” I cuddled up to his side, and he pulled the covers over us, holding me close to himself.

”You signed up for a lifetime or sarcasm, Y/L/N. Just saying,” he yawned, then started running his fingers through my hair. ”Do you think you can handle that?”

”It’s on, Irwin,” I nuzzled my face against his neck. ”It’s so on.”

I was already falling asleep, and Ashton’s fingers were also slowing down in my hair. I felt his hand sliding down to my waist, drawing a simple pattern there like he did in the morning. There was a moment of silence, then he pressed a soft kiss against my temple.

”Y/N?” I felt him smile against my skin.

”Ash.”

”I love you. Wifey.”

”I love you more. Husband.”

”Say it again?” he whispered once more, and I gave him one last squeeze before falling asleep.

”Husband.”

[enderspawn]

🎼 (I can’t find the correct emoji lol) exile arc tommy?

Oh boy! (opens up breakdown playlist) /hj

Montreal – Penelope Scott

Sleep with a Baseball Bat – Cosmic Johnny

Brother – Gerard Way

breakdown under cut, tw for suicidal ideation on the first song esp

1.       Montreal – heehee hoohoo suicidal/depression thoughts baby!!

I mean in short this is tommy saying he wont Survive exile. The intro of the song lists when the singer would be home from college/school and that “another 90 day summers gonna take [their] fucking life” which is rlly just. Tommy not gonna live THAT long in exile.

“And I would rather die And let me make it clear It's nobody's fault But I think we all know That I won't make it to Montreal”

So the thing here is that its “nobody’s fault” bc on one hand it is that he doesn’t blame tubbo but worse he doesn’t blame DREAM. Its just meant to happen, its not bc of anybody, yknow?

“And I would rather die I'll jump before I'll fall And I'm having lots of fun But I won't make it Montreal”

Mans tried to jump to his death before he “fell” whether bc of dream or an accident, hes makin the active CHOICE to end it rather than just waiting. Even w the fun he’s having w dream, he’s miserable and he knows he wont make it to see lmanberg again

“You like to talk about the future As if it's real And when you tell me that you love me I can almost feel it”

Dream keeps promising him stuff for the future. Maybe he can visit to see the tree, maybe he can get another visit, maybe he wont be alone. But tommy doesn’t care, its all fake to him (which like, it is so good for him but fjkdlsjf)

“It's not that it's a bad plan No, the plan fucking slapped I was so excited you don't know how bad I wanted all of it The coffee shop, the weather, the apartment But I don't want anything anymore I don't know, I guess I just got bored”

Okay so. Tommy kept trying to get shit together to leave, right? He wanted to go back so bad and have this domestic life w his friends but in the end he just got so downtrodden that after his shit got blown up he was so ready to just GIVE UP.

“And I don't wanna die I don't wanna get left behind But it's better half than none I hope to god you have some fun”

He doesn’t want to be in this situation, he still CARES abt the lmanberg crew but in the end hes been told that they’re happy WIHTOUT him. He’s not angry at them, not anymore, he just wants them to be happy bc he isn’t.

2.       Sleep with a Baseball Bat – tommy and dream relationship baby!!

“And every time you wake up Thinking this could be the day Well something, something just”

Every day in exile he had no real plans. He just had to exist out there alone and hope someone else came. This IS the day he can do…. Something. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have a goal.

“And when your love is an anxiety attack Don’t settle for that, don’t settle for that And when you wake and find the claw marks in your back Sleep with a baseball bat, sleep with a baseball bat”

Hes been manipulated into thinkin dream is his friend, that dream “loves” him but it makes him miserable! Hes paranoid and stressed and falling apart!! Boy!!! Fjdsklfj

“Siena says you’re getting used But something’s broken in your head And you can’t run away when you need to”

The other ppl who visited him, like ranboo, KNEW something was happening and that he was in a bad place but tommy had been manipulated by dream so much that he couldn’t process it. No, dream couldn’t be bad, dream was his friend, right? He couldn’t leave exile, dream would be upset. Its all what DREAM wants, not tommy.

“Hey, space cadet Are you still floating round the rock That you spent so much of your life trying to get away from? And does it at least look different from up there?”

OKAY SO ONE. SPACE CADET? THAT’S CLARA BABY!! TWO: he spent ALL his time on this server fucking fighting dream, trying to “get away from” him. But now hes stuck “floating around” with him as his “friend”. The last line feels sarcastic and bitter but like. FUCK it hits, yknow??

“It might take a couple tries till you believe it But love is real, you’ll figure it out, you’ll live to see it But you still have to take a couple of falls And you can’t make an omelet without breaking your balls So batter up Is your bed made? Is your helmet on?”

HAPPY ENDING POG!! HE STARTS HEALING!!!! HE STARTS REALIZING DREAM WASN’T HIS FRIEND!!! He still “falls” and relapses into wanting dream w him but hes so much better!!! Also,,,,, “is your helmet on” w the turtle shell helmet (eyes emoji)

3.       Brother – IF TECHNO AND TOMMY NOT BROTHERS WHY THIS SON—(gunshot rings out)

Okay so on a serious note this song is abt addiction and while I don’t want to take away from that Serious Topic, it Does relate but w tommy dealing w his ptsd of dream

“And brother, if you have the chance to pick me up And can I sleep on your couch To the pound of the ache and pain? Oh, in my head 'Cause I'm awake all night long To the drums of the city rain”

Hhrhnrng staying at technos place to hide from dream and get better a lil JFKDLSJK. Also “the drums of the city rain” is referenced a LOT in this song but like. It keeps him up so,,,,,, dream JFKDLSJF. Mans barely ever slept in exile so it WORKS okay jfkdlsjf

“The lights we chase The nights we steal The things that we take to make us feel this (To the drums of the city rain)”

This is him and techno livin together!! Like in the first chorus you could see lights we chase being tommy finding techno’s place, then later it’s the lights of lmanberg as they sneak in. the nights they steal is both just time spent together and also straight up the times they stole shit JFKDSLJ. “the things that we take to make us feel” is the gapples tommy always eats so that he can feel safe (also, bc in the og song this is PROBABLY abt drugs and potions are drugs in universe so. Arguably getting a potion effect from the apple means it is Also Drugs? Fjdkslfj)

“I can't go back I don't think I will I won't sleep tonight as long as I still Hear the drums of the city rain”

Go back to logstedshire or lmanberg you ask?? The answer is yes. Both. He feels like he doesn’t belong in lmanberg and logstedshire is too traumatizing for him to return at this point. As long as he “hears the drums of the city rain”, or is thinking of dream, he Cant Sleep:tm:

“Does anyone have the guts to shut me up? 'Cause I believe that every night There's a chance we can walk away So hold on tight Because I won't wait too long In the drums of the beating rain”

Okay so hear me out but. This is just tommy and dream. “I believe that every night theres a chance we can walk away” is tommy hoping desperately for dream to let him go home, to walk away from logstedshire. He never will be permitted, not really, but theres a chance that tommy clings to. He wont “wait too long” while out in exile and stuck w dream bc hes desperate and miserable (also fun fact these analysis is basically me just pmv’ing shit in my head and rambling vaguely abt it but like. Listen,,,, flashback verse jfkdsljf) ALSO. The line “does anyone have the guts to shut me up” in relation to exile!tommy is just VERY important to me. Mans was so quiet and afraid to speak up when in exile.

“'Cause the nights don't last And we leave alone Will you drive me back? Can you take me home? (To the drums of the city rain)”

Following up that last paragraph, this is still in flashback. The days end and dream leaves again, making tommy alone. He asks if he can go back, if he can see home and lmanberg and everyone. But echoing the “to the drums of the city rain” after home CAN imply that “home” has become logstedshire WITH DREAM even tho it keeps him up and aaAAAAAHHHH

I swear this ends up okay and techno + tommy focused fjkdsljf

“Faces I don't know I am tired in the glow”

He feels isolated from everyone during his exile and lashes out at those who visit, to the point he feels like they’re all more or less strangers and “faces he doesn’t know”. Being tired in the glow is, imo, him over the lava.

“Of the freezing club Keep me breathing Don't make the lights come back Can you take me home? We all need this When we leave alone”

Hhhngg okay so tommy breakdown time! Hes in techno’s house (the freezing club) and is just pleading for techno to help. Don’t let “the lights come back” (lava again maybe? He doesn’t want to be Like This?) and just wants to feel like hes at home because hes just left exile and hes Messed Up Over It

“Remember when you and I would make things up? So many nights, just take me down To the place we can hear them play I miss that sound 'Cause now we don't sing so loud To the drums of the city rain”

OKAY SO THEY MAY NOT BE CANON FAMILY BUT WILBUR REMEMBERS SPARRING W TECHNO AS A KID AND PHIL IS HIS CLOSE FRIEND SO THEY STILL KNEW EACH OTHER AS KIDS SO SHUSH FJSDKL. Tommy just wants things to go back to how they were, before everything. When things were easy and they were kids just having fun. He misses it. Before exile, before lmanberg, before dream. But it doesn’t matter, because they’re stuck in this now. With his brother dead and his closest friend being the man who killed his best friend and helped blow up his country. Again, the drums of the city rain is dream. Because of his influence, its all different.

Hhhngngngn this is too long so I wont go into the last outro bc you can interpret it a LOT of ways, esp depending on how you want to Pace this song w the exile arc. But like. The analysis is THERE if you really wanna push it/animatic it babeyyy

[mathieuberinut]

Discord Text Thread || Trav & Mat

Discord text thread featuring: Mat & @travhq​

When: 31st January 2021

Mentions: @aaronhart93 @cilliankelly​

Description: Trav says they shouldn’t date then they agree to try anyways. 

Trigger Warnings: references to smut

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

I think you were right.

Mathieu

I often am

what was I right about?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

We shouldn't.

Date.

Mathieu

oh

right

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

it's hard.

Mathieu

I told you it is

you said you don’t care

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i don't care.

but you do.

and maybe it's hard not to want to be with you in front of other people.

Mathieu

I was honest with you from the start

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

were you?

Mathieu

I told you I can’t come out

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

I don't mean about that.

Mathieu

that I can’t hold your hand in public

then what?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

I just think...maybe you told me you liked me out of...some weird obligation you think you have to me.

because i was upset about aaron?

I mean, you know I like you right?

I really like you. Like enough to be with you in secret. Like...enough that i can't stop thinking about you all the time.

Mathieu

I told you because you’re my best friend and I wanted you to know

I didn’t just decide then and there I wanted you to know I was trying for ages

but I just chickened put

*out

see I don’t think you do. All it took was one party to have you change your mind

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

I'm not like Aaron.

Mathieu

when have I ever said I want you to be like Aaron???

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i didn't change my mind. i just...

you were right, it wouldn't be easy.

a lot of pressure for the start of a relationship.

MathieuBOTToday at 11:43

yeah.

it was a nice thought while it lasted

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

yeah.

date me.

Mathieu

what?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

we definitely shouldn't.

totally a bad a idea.

but you should date me anyways.

Mathieu

and what happens when we go to another party?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

depends..

Mathieu

on?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

how horny are you right now?

Mathieu

Trav

i was being serious

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

we're best friends.

Mathieu

we are

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

us leaving  party early together because i 'got too trashed'....? totally normal.

Mathieu

...well, yeah

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

and besides..most parties have...bathrooms...bedrooms...places with lockable doors.

Mathieu

the last time I did that your friend Cillian didn’t get the hint and rammed his shoulder against the door

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

well...we'll be more careful.

Mathieu

...okay.

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

okay?

okay as in...yes? mat the famous actor wants to date me? the idiot?

Mathieu

you’re not an idiot

and yeah

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

don't sound so excited.

Mathieu

I’m just scared

I’m not sure you know what you’re getting yourself into

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

a secret boyfriend? i'm pretty sure i can follow.

no one can know about us.

Mathieu

and that means no pda whatsoever

...and another potential fake girlfriend?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

really?

Mathieu

I don’t know, maybe?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

we'll figure it out.

Mathieu

come over?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

tonight? right now?

Mathieu

unless you’re busy

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

too busy for my guy?

Mathieu

*pleading emoji* *smiling face with hearts emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i'll be right over.

Mathieu

see you soon

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i know this is all..very romantic..

but i'm straight up about about to rock your shit, babe.(edited)

Mathieu

then you better get here before I get started without you

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

hot. and don't, little brat.

Mathieu

oops

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

fuck.

you're gonna get it now.

Mathieu

*eyes emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

well you are.

Mathieu

Uh huh sure

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

sassy. you know i like that.

Mathieu

good thing there’s plenty where that came from

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

is there? i guess you'll just need a little punishment then.

Mathieu

oh yeah?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

a spanking or two maybe.

Mathieu

I hope you’re not making promises you can’t keep

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

see that's the fun thing about me.

i'm not what you'd expect.

Mathieu

oh yeah?

what do you think I’m expecting?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you think i can't follow up.

Mathieu

Hmm I guess I have to see it first hand to be sure

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

lucky you'll get the chance very soon..

Mathieu

then you better hurry the fuck up, I’m getting tired of waiting

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

dude i'm in the uber.

Mathieu

well tell the driver to hurry up then

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i am. you don't think i'm excited?

Mathieu

hmm are you?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i'm hard just thinking about you.

Mathieu

fuck

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

don't worry. you're totally getting off before i do.

Mathieu

so generous

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i just want to see that cute face you're probably gonna make when you cum.

Mathieu

excuse you?

cute?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

mm

Mathieu

*unamused emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

cute? hot? fucking sexy?

Mathieu

much better

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

is me saying cute really going to matter when you're cumming down my throat?

Mathieu

it does matter if I refuse to do that

which I will if you insist on calling me cute while we fuck

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

don't make me pout.

i can think you're cute and still want to fuck you into the mattress.(edited)

Mathieu

you won’t if you don’t hurry up

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you are a tease. i'm pulling up to your building now, buzz me in.

Mathieu

coming

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

soon you will.

Mathieu

*eyes emoji*

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Squeaky Window

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: T/PG-13

Original Idea: @jason-redhood helped me out with this one!

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Another AU? You bet! So jason-redhood helped me with this one in much the same way @burkgolden helped inspire me for Batfang! (This one also ran away from me at 2,163 words)

@welovegroot @jason-todd-squad 

^^^^^

Jason hated the squeaky window in our bedroom, but I never allowed him to fix it. I loved that window. It was my signal that he made it home. That he survived another night on Gotham’s streets beating people up.

Screeeeek!

I jumped awake, sitting up. Jason was home! He made it one more night!

Turning, I saw him dragging his legs through the window, landing with a heavy thud on the floor. He was holding onto his neck, blood oozing between his fingers.

I threw the blankets off and ran to him. “Jason! What happened?” I demanded.

Before I could reach him, he held his other hand out towards me, palm flat. A stop gesture. “Don’t get any closer,” he said, voice strained.

“Jay, what’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“Babe, it’s not safe for you here,” he ground out. “You need to leave. Now. Go to your sister’s. Go to my brother’s. Just… get out. Go. Now.”

“But—”

“Princess, there’s no time. Please.” He refused to meet my eyes, still holding onto his bleeding neck. “Just go,” he pleaded, curling in on himself.

Ignoring the fact that I was in my pajamas, I threw on a pair of flip-flops, grabbed my phone and my bag, and ran out the door, calling my sister. “Daisy? I knew you’d be awake. Listen, Jason is having a… problem. Mind if I crash at your place for the rest of the night? Please?” I asked into my phone as I ducked down the stairwell. “No, no. It’s not marital problems. He just… he’s in a mood and I think some space would be good for him.” I sighed. “Yes, Daisy. I know it’s two-AM. I’ll just crash on the couch. And yes I’m still in my pajamas. What’s your point?”

I barely made it to the train before it pulled away from the station, heading for Uptown Gotham where my sister and her two dogs lived. I jumped on the train and looked around in anticipation. Why were the hairs on the back of my neck standing up? Sure Gotham After Dark™ was dangerous—but I’d grown up here and married a vigilante. I wasn’t scared of Gotham’s night life. I could handle myself.

So why was I so on-edge? What was making me so jittery?

The train ride took twenty minutes. The walk to my sister’s apartment another fifteen. My feet were aching in my flip-flops by the time I got there. Daisy opened the door, gave me a glare, and then opened it wider. She briefly hugged me before her dogs, two large gentle-giant King Shepards—Goliath and Titan—came running over for pets and attention.

I gave them both gentle scritches behind their ears before my sister threw a blanket at me. “Goodnight,” she said, retreating back to her room with Goliath and Titan on her heels.

“Night, Daisy,” I called after her. “Thank you! I’ll buy you breakfast in the morning!”

Her bedroom door shut.

I draped myself over her couch and covering myself with the blanket.

Rolling onto my side, I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. I’d been too worked up on the train to even try to relax—

I sat bolt upright on the couch. There was that feeling again. That feeling like someone was watching me. The prickling sensation on the back of my neck and every survival instinct I had pinging alarms through my brain that something was wrong. What was the something? I didn’t know. But something was off.

I looked around Daisy’s apartment. Titan and Goliath were quiet… so nothing could be too serious. Those were the most intuitive dogs I’d ever seen. If they sensed one single bad vibe, they’d go wild. So their silence was reassuring.

Slowly, so as not to disturb Daisy and her dogs, I crept off the couch and over to the window. I lifted one of the blinds’ slats and peered out.

The lights of Gotham glittered. Skyscrapers with lights on. There was no such thing as total darkness in Gotham—except in the case of power outages. Which happened more often than you’d think, given the city was full of genius criminals capable of manufacturing EMPs.

Vzzt! Vzzt! My phone buzzed on the sofa. I snuck back to it.

Jason: Are you at Daisy’s?

Me: Yeah.

Jason: Glad you made it safe. I’ll explain everything tomorrow. I swear.

Me: You better. Goodnight. I love you.

Jason: Love you too.

After that, something about that bad feeling petered away. It was late and I was tired, so I managed to fall asleep fairly quickly after that. I was still worried about Jason, naturally, but my exhaustion outweighed it. Jason was a big boy. Whatever his problems were, I knew he was strong enough to handle it. And if he didn’t want me there while he did so, I’d trust his judgment. I could help him sort through things later—when he was ready for my help.

^^^^^

I woke with a jolt to a rough tongue scraping up my face. “Get off, Goliath,” I muttered, shoving at the 100+-pound King Shepard as gentle as possible while still being firm with him. I knew which one of Daisy’s dogs was licking me without even opening my eyes because Titan didn’t lick anyone but Daisy.

“G’morning!” Daisy called from about seven feet away in the kitchen. I grumbled in complaint.

“Since when are you a morning person?” I mumbled.

“Since you were kind enough to have breakfast delivered.”

I sat up. What? I thought. I didn’t have breakfast delivered. I hadn’t even thought to order it last night…

My phone slid into my hand. I glanced at it. On the screen was a notification from Jason. He’d sent me a text at six in the morning—three hours ago—with nothing but a wink emoji and three hearts.

Me: You had breakfast delivered to Daisy’s, didn’t you?

I got up and went to the kitchen, phone still in hand.

Vzzt! Vzzt!

Jason: Yup.

I chuckled and shook my head. Daisy didn’t notice—she was too busy cooing at her gigantic dogs.

“Hey, so, I gotta go into work in a few minutes. Mind locking up when you leave? I know you know where the spare key is hidden,” Daisy said.

“Sure,” I said. “This is gonna be fun—heading home visibly in my pajamas.”

“What? You look fine. You look like you’re in your husband’s T-shirt and a pair of shorts. With flip-flops. Which is a ridiculously casual look but it’s not obviously pajamas. You’re fine,” Daisy dismissed.

“I… am in my husband’s T-shirt and a pair of shorts,” I said.

“I know.” Daisy smirked smugly at me. “Okay. I’m gonna head out. Lock up when you leave.”

“Sure thing.”

My sister put her shoes on and ran out the door. Goliath and Titan whined at the door for a minute.

When that minute was up, they went silent—right as a hand knocked on the door.

The fact that the dogs didn’t bark concerned me. They were very protective of their home. So I crept to the door and peered through the peephole.

A familiar head of hair and profile was standing there.

I yanked the door open, moving to push Daisy’s dogs back long enough to let him in. But they didn’t move. Just stood behind me. Still as stones. “Jason!” I exclaimed quietly. “You’re here!” I smiled, but Jason was still refusing to meet my eyes. He rubbed at his neck—in the same spot he’d been injured earlier. “Jay?” I prompted.

“Babe…” he started. Then paused. Then sighed. “Babe… something’s wrong with me.”

“What?” I asked. “Is this about last night?”

“Yes.”

I opened the door wider as though to step out. “Okay then, let’s go home and talk ab—”

“No!” Jason exclaimed, holding his other hand out toward me in a stopping gesture, still not looking me in the eye. “Stay right there. You’re safe on the other side of the threshold.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because it’s not your home so you can’t invite me in. So you’re safe.”

“Jason… honestly sweetie, what on Earth are you talking about?!”

For the first time since he slid through the window last night, he looked me in the eye.

I took an instinctive step back. The blue of his eyes was gone.

Replaced by a rich red.

“Babe, I’m a vampire,” he admitted. I stared.

“Jay… what happened?” I asked.

“A coven moved into Gotham. Batman didn’t like that they were trying to hurt people. He called an all hands on deck. I got in a fight with three of them. One of the suckers bit me. I blacked out. When I woke up, my neck was bleeding and I was… like this. I knew I had to get somewhere safe—and home is the only place safe enough for me right now. But I couldn’t put you in danger. I went through the window and you just… you smell so good. So I had to get you out. That’s why I told you to come here or to Dick’s or anywhere else. Because you’re safe as long as you’re in someone else’s home and can’t invite me in.”

I reached out to touch him but he backed away. I made a face of disappointment. “So what now?” I asked.

“Batman captured one of the vampires last night. Demanded to know what could be done about me. Apparently… if I don’t drink human blood within forty-eight hours, I’ll starve to death before the transition is complete. If I do drink human blood, I’ll cement the transformation and be a vampire forever.”

“And… is there a way to turn you back?”

“Batman asked. Apparently not. Vampirism is a physically-transmitted curse. There’s no cure,” Jason muttered.

I shook my head. “Well… I can’t lose you, darling. We’ve been through too much for you to starve to death now,” I said. I stepped closer to the threshold so my toes were right on the edge of it. Jason stiffened and took a step back.

“Babe, don’t,” he said. “I know what you’re thinking. If you offer me any of your blood, I will kill you. I don’t have control over… over any of this. The bloodlust. The hunger. I will drain you dry and not even mean to. Don’t even try it.”

“No you won’t,” I said confidently.

“How do you know that?” Jason demanded.

“Because you promised never to hurt me. And no matter what, you’ll always be strong enough to keep that promise. I know you, Jason. Your heart is so full of love underneath the body armor that you use to try and hide the fact that you feel emotions as deeply as you do. That’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you. So don’t make me lose you now.” I pulled my hair off my neck to expose one side and drew the rest over my opposite shoulder. I reached out and took Jason’s hand. “Trust yourself,” I whispered. “Trust yourself in a way you haven’t since before your first death and rebirth.”

Jason sucked in a deep breath, his torso shaking slightly. His grip on my fingers tightened, his wedding ring digging into my skin.

He yanked me over the threshold.

Goliath yipped quietly, startled at the sudden movement. I managed to yank the door shut with my other hand so he and Titan wouldn’t escape. That’d be obnoxious.

It was after 9AM on a weekday and the front door to Daisy’s apartment spilled out onto an outdoor windway, not a hallway. Which made it easier for peepers to see what we were doing. Thankfully the Gotham sky was constantly overcast so Jason wouldn’t burn up in the sun. It made sense to me why a coven of vampires would move in to Gotham.

Jason’s arms circled around me the way they did whenever he kissed me, holding me close to his chest. He was so tall.

Slowly, he reached one hand up and tilted my head to the side, exposing my throat.

I looked up at him. His mouth was open and a tiny bit of saliva was gathering on the corner of his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and I watched as his canines elongated, revealing proper vampire fangs.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.”

His opened, meeting mine. “Thank you,” he breathed out. I smiled at him gently.

Opening his mouth wider, he sunk his fangs into my neck. My whole body tensed—but quickly relaxed as the pain numbed.

I let out a shuddering breath as spots of light and color danced over my vision.

“Baby? Baby! Stay with me! C’mon, princess. Stay with me!” Jason pleaded. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” I mumbled.

Everything went black.

[hoeiplier]

You fuckers have got me thinking about how differently the guys would be with breeding kinks. I think Eth//an would be really sweet about it, almost begging for it. Maybe Ma//rk would be serious? Like he'd be scheduling peak ovulation times and best positions (I'm getting that vibe from his "a day with" video - boy was STRUCTURED). Tyl//er would be really sensual and almost coercive, trying to get his partner to be just as on board as he is. What do you think?

my goal for 2020 is to give everyone an impreg/breeding kink so *eyes emoji* these headcanons are so CUTE AND GOOD THO????

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Ethan would definitely beg for it, fucking into his partner nice and slow. His blush heavy on his cheeks, “babe, wrap your legs around, pull me in closer, please please please--” 

He’d keep his thrusts up, slow and deep, his cock throbbing deep inside his partner. Huffing, quietly laughing, “can we try it again? Please? God, I just wanna cum inside you, I wanna start a family babe, please? I need to start a family with you...”

He’d stroke his partner’s face, softly pleading, “I want our kids to have your eyes, your smile, everything that makes me love you, so please babe, can we try for a baby? Now?”

His partner nodding their head, his eyes lighting up, his cock buried deep inside them throbs. Their legs lock around him, keeping him tight inside them.

“You serious? Oh, babe, thank you, thank you, thank you--” Ethan would moan, shallowly thrusting in, skin against skin, his breath hot against their neck, “they’re gonna be so beautiful, they’re gonna be the sweetest baby, God we’re finally gonna be a family...”

Ethan continuing his slow and deep thrusts as before, watching his partner whine and moan around his cock, their inner walls squeezing around his length as they pin him in place with their legs. Ethan rocking his hips, “I can’t believe we’re finally gonna have a little boy or little girl...”

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Mark would be SO ON TOP of everything. He buys all the books about getting pregnant, helps track his partner’s most fertile days, even holds back on sex for a week before their most fertile days hit so he can cum more than normal inside them.

It’s not a surprise when his partner wakes up one morning to Mark kissing them, his hands gliding down their hips, their chest, slowly working their pajama shorts down.

“It’s the 14th,” he huskily whispers their name into their ear. His partner bucking their hips up, already worked up as Mark kisses down their neck. “can’t keep my hands off you, God, today might be the day we finally get you pregnant...”

The way his partner arches their back makes him smile, biting along their jawline, down their neck. Mark’s fingers working them open nice and slow, “remember we have to change positions, or I won’t get in deep enough.”

His partner laughs, getting up and into position, face down, ass up. Already leaking pre cum.

“You look so beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” Mark groans, finally pushing his lubed cock inside them, their warm tight heat nearly making him cum early, “I can’t wait to see how much more beautiful you’ll look when you’re carrying our baby...”

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Tyler would be more romantic, more sensual, trying to win them over. Leading his partner to their shared bedroom after a romantic night out, still in his suit and tie. The lights dimmed to a soft orange hue, rose petals scattered about the bed and floor. Champagne resting besides two tall glasses on the nightstand.

He kisses his partner with passion, with a burning desire, his hand reaching up to hold their head back. Deepening their kiss as he slowly disrobes them and himself. Smirking into the kiss as he leads them towards the bed.

“I know it looks a little cliche, but...I just want to make their night extra special. I really do,” Tyler groans. His partner straddling his lap, grinding against his hard on. Watching it throb under their touch. Teasing the leaking head, ever so softly stroking him.

“I want to make love with you all night. I want to feel your body against mine, I want to watch you flood with pleasure, I...I want to cum inside you, and...God, I want to have a baby with you. I want to create something special with you...” Tyler’s warm hands reach up, running down his partner’s sides and groping at their ass.

“Wouldn’t you like that? We’d have a perfect little baby, we’d care and love them, we’d finally start the next chapter of our lives together. And...” he sighs their name, “I can’t think of anyone else I want to start that chapter with than you...please, let’s make love, let’s make a baby...”

The adoring smile and nodding is all the permission Tyler needs, switching them around. Ready to hold up his promise and make love to them until they’re sure they’d be expecting.

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adding him in, sorry aaaaa

Jack would have baby fever badly. Leaving hints around the house, buying parenting and fertility guide books. His phone and computer has bookmarks of the best positions to get pregnant and his favorite baby names. It’s not hard for his partner to smirk and know he’s too shy to ask what he really wants.

As soon as his partner sits him down and explains -- yes, they’d love to try and have a baby with him, and it’s about time they started to try -- Jack nearly cries happy tears. His dreams of fatherhood and becoming a family finally coming true. 

Jack can barely keep his hands off his partner after their conversation. Grabbing and giddily pulling them into their bedroom any time he finishes a stream or recording session. Kissing them deeply, his smile never fading as he works to get their pants down and work his cock deep into them.

He fucks into his partner quick, and deep. His moans mixing with his partner’s. The smell of sex heavy in the air as he lowers himself down to his partner’s face. Kissing them tenderly, softly, his voice soft as he smiles down at them.

“I feel like today’s the day, I just feel it,” Jack groans, his cock throbbing deep inside them. Pre cum messily leaking down his partner’s soft inner thighs, “today’s the day it happens, and think -- heh -- this time next year we’ll have our sweet little son or daughter. They’ll be as beautiful as you, and we’re gonna make the perfect little family.”

“I love you,” his partner softly moans. Pulling Jack down into another passionate kiss.

“I love you too, so very much...” Jack groans, finally spurting inside his partner, feeling their orgasm as they squeeze around him. Cumming as deep as he could go, still liplocked with his partner.

Wondering if they’ll like any of the baby names he picked out.

[calsgirll]

Paris - Ashton Irwin

Ashton Irwin X Reader

word count: 1711

authors note: this is based around the song Paris by the chainsmokers! I heard the song for this first time in a while and this immediately hit me so here it is!❤️

  We were staying in Paris To get away from your parents

It had been a rough year for you and Ashton, with him on tour and you still living at home with your parents. You felt like he’d had no time for you since he started touring with the guys. Due to your past relationships your brain didn’t settle thinking of all the things he could be doing and you wouldn’t even know. One morning you woke up to the sound of your phone going crazy with text messages from the whole band telling you to open your front door. As you padded downstairs at 3am you tried to keep it quiet knowing your parents where probably asleep, you unlatched the door and peeked out not knowing what it would be and being very wary but you looked down and all you saw was a heart shaped foil balloon with a note and rose attached. You picked it up reading the note which said

‘pack your bags and be ready for 6 am. We’re going somewhere special’- Ash

you smiled rubbing your thumb over the small sticker of the Eiffel tower in the corner of the note.

And I thought, "Wow If I could take this in a shot right now I don't think that we could work this out"

“fuck you ash” you scream at him throwing a mug at the wall in anger “are you serious right now y/n, you really believe a few shitty rumours you saw on twitter?” Ashton asks trying to keep calm while you stand in front of him with puffy eyes and damp cheeks “the paparazzi has photos of you leaving a club with her what am I supposed to think” you say trying to collect yourself “do you trust me at all? Because I’m starting to get the hint that you don’t. you knew what you were getting into when we started dating” he snaps back at you now visibly angry at the fact you’re questioning his fidelity. You grab his hand as he tries to walk out “Ash im sorry, it just gets a lot knowing your out there being an amazing drummer with millions of girls throwing themselves at you” you squeak trying to hold in the tears that are threatening to fall any second, he looks at you with a sympathetic smile and sighs “I know its hard not being together all the time but please stay strong because you know I love you” he pulls you into his large frame.

It felt like that was yesterday, the first real fight you’d both had with each other. It was almost as if it was like a polaroid that was constantly hung up in your head. You where so grateful for him and the fact he stayed with you and allowed you both to get to this point.

Out on the terrace I don't know if it's fair but I thought "How Could I let you fall by yourself While I'm wasted with someone else"

Ashton glanced around at the Paris skyline as you both sat on the balcony. The glimmering Eiffel tower caught his eye, a thought popped into his head as he stifled a giggle you looked at him confused as to what he was so amused about “are you a tower? because Eiffel for you” he says with a smug smirk on his face like he’d came up with the line. You smile at him knowing how much of a idiot he was, you were both glad you had this time together, it felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost as he was almost never home and you were waiting around for someone who was out there with a load of other people probably not even having a second thought about you but he was extremely quick to reassure you that wasn’t the case and if it was as much as it would hurt you both he would break it off knowing that it wouldn’t be fair to you.

If we go down then we go down together They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was clever

You sipped your latte as you sat on a small metal table in front of a small café. Ashton’s scrolling through his phone while you admire the city around you “what are we gonna do today?” you ask Ash like he’s your personal tour guide since he’s been here before. “whatever you want to do, anything you can think of we’ll do it” he says looking up from his phone and squinting when the harsh sunlight hits his hazel eyes. His eyes where like honey in the sun, he always claimed he hated the colour of his eyes whereas you believed they were the most amazing things you’d ever seen “you know I’m bad at making decisions Irwin” you smirk at him “we could go to the Louvre?” he looks up at you once again, you hum in response as you take another sip of your latte “even though they don’t have the best masterpiece, you” he snickered you kicked his shin under the table “youre so lame you know” you state he nods his head gazing back down at his phone.

You look so proud Standing there with a frown and a cigarette Posting pictures of yourself on the internet

You snapped a shot of Ashton next to the Eiffel tower he looked amazing as always he stays stood in the same spot for a while just staring at you, cigarette between your fingers fumbling with your phone he presumed you were adding filters etc. to the picture you just took he strolled over to you resting his chin on your shoulder watching your phone as you tap away at different things trying to make the picture match the theme of your Instagram. As you add the finishing touches to the photo you switch to Instagram before stamping out your cigarette and post it with a rose emoji as the caption and tagging him in it. He turns his head placing a kiss on your cheek “I love you so much” he states, you turn around facing him putting your hand inside his leather jacket wrapping them tightly around his waist “I love you too Ash, thank you” you say breathing in his citrusy cologne “thank you for what?” he asks with a confused look on his face “just being you and sticking with me through all my crazy meltdowns, there’s no one else id rather be with here than you” you say, you feel him kiss the top of your head as he holds you even tighter.

Out on the terrace We breathe in the air of this small town On our own cuttin' class for the thrill of it

Getting drunk on the past we were livin' in

You and Ashton found yourselves back out on the balcony in only your robes in a comfortable silence, tipsy and tired. Your mind began to wonder to where it all started.

“no you didn’t even get close to the bullseye, take a shot” you laugh as you watch him swallow down another shot after missing a dart yet again “I’m starting to think you’re cheating” he mutters “how can you even cheat in darts? You’re just a sore loser who’s to drunk to know I’m the best darts player ever” you giggle slightly slurring your words. It was nearly 2 am and all your friends had left after a drunken night of embarrassing ourselves which left you in a bar on your own with the one and only Ashton Irwin who you recognised from that one underwear song a few years back. He was quick to correct you that it was called she looks so perfect and was also quick to tell you he had changed a lot since then. You both started talking also noticing how his friends also left one bye one “and then there where two” he giggles “I guess so what are the plans then” you ask him sipping the tiny straws that are floating in your mojito glass “back to my hotel to watch some shitty lifetime movie?” he ask studying your face to see your reaction by the way it lit up he knew that you were in “watching shitty lifetime movies is actually my favourite past time” you say grabbing your bag and drinking the last of your cocktail.

You thought it was strange how that one night you spent with him ended up becoming such an amazing relationship. Youre glad it happened so naturally because online dating wasn’t your thing it felt kinda forced. The story was definitely one to tell the grandchildren you though smiling looking down at the empty beer bottle in your hand.

We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better

It was your last night in Paris and you and Ashton decided to go on a walk around the beautiful city, it was almost 9pm and the sky was sparkling almost as much as the Eiffel tower in front of you “shall we go up?” Ashton asks quietly “Ash you know I’m afraid of heights” you whined wondering why your boyfriend would ask such a dumb question after knowing you for so long “come on please it’ll be worth it I promise” he pleads and after around 10 minutes of bargaining you find yourself half way up the tower waiting to get to the top. Your tight grip on Ashtons hand not releasing in fear you may just drop and fall without his strong arm holding you. You make it to the top and see the twinkling city which makes you forget how high up you are because of its beauty. You speed walk to railing wanting to get a closer look not noticing Ashton wasn’t by your side anymore “Ash have you seen how beautiful this is?” you ask expecting him to come to your side but he didn’t “ashton?” you say turning around to find him down on one knee with the biggest smile on his face ever. Your hands instantly fly to cover your mouth which was agape in shock. “y/n will you marry me?”

[kello-unknown]

NEVER THOUGHT IT’D BE HER

Summary:  Max lives an... entertaining life.  She just got out of a relationship she thought would last forever.  Meeting one person leads to more people in her life, and before she knows it, she’s falling in love with someone she never expected to fall in love with.

Words:  1,567

Warnings: angst, drunkenness, some more angst, flashbacks, implied smut

Author’s Note:  lots to take in for this chapter... reminder that i link the previous chapters directly below the author’s notes, so if you’re behind you can just click the link thru here :D

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2

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CHAPTER 3

FUCK.  Why?  This little meet-up at the café was going great until this whole memory just popped up back inside Max’s head.

               Flashbacks are never good, especially when they involve alcohol, and, oh, was heartbreak mentioned yet?

               She stumbled into the bar, already two bottles of beer downed.  Her thought process may not have been the best that night after what happened.  Already drunk?  Let’s go drink some more!  Yeah!  That’s a great idea!  Nothing bad can come from this!  It’s already been a shitty night! 

               Walking up to the bar, almost every pair of eyes were stuck on her.  She clearly wasn’t well.  Should someone go help her?  It’s already late, who cares?  If she got here alive she can probably get out alive.

               Once she finally got to the bar (it felt like it was a marathon from the door of the bar to where all the alcohol was [also known as a five second walk]), she ordered one beer and told the bartender to keep the tab open. It was going to be a long night of self-deprecating thoughts and being heartbroken.

               There it is again.  That word.  Heartbroken.  It sucks, having to experience it.  Heartbreak.  You wish your whole life you never will, but when you ultimately do, you don’t know what to do.  Heartbreak.  It’s not like there’s a right way to handle it.  Some heartbreaks are worse than others.  Especially when you thought the person who broke your heart was going to be The One.  You know, The One who would stay with you until you inevitably end up six feet down?  The One you dreamt of rocking on a chair together on a porch on a farm in the middle of nowhere?  The One who..

               Snapped out of her thoughts, which was probably for the best, she spills a little of her drink on her shirt as she’s nudged by a beautiful woman who accidentally bumped into her trying to sit down at the bar top.  “Oops!  Sorry I bumped into you!” the woman says.

               Max can’t help but stare.  That woman wasn’t even probably as beautiful as she thought she was in that moment.  Max is just super drunk and… and alcohol makes you think pretty people look even prettier, right?  Right.  Let’s go with that.

               “I-I-It’s okay,” she stutters out.  The woman just smiles back at her, then orders her drink from the bartender, essentially turning her back on Max.  That is, until Max offers to buy her a drink.  A truce, she says, because someone accidentally nudging you means you have to buy them a drink.  Sure, Max.  The woman politely declines, but Max insists, and slides the bartender a crisp twenty dollar bill that she didn’t even know she had.  The woman thanks her.  They both smile at each other, Max’s smile a little more crooked than the one in front of her.

               The woman introduces herself to Max.  “I’m Casey.  Nice to meet you.”  A moment passes.  “And thank you again for the drink.  You really didn’t have to.  If anything, I should be the one to buy you a drink,” and she laughs, awkwardly.  Max thinks it’s the most beautiful sound that she’s ever heard come out of anyone’s mouth.  And Max has heard a lot of sounds come from a lot of mouths.  Inappropriate sounds, but still.

               The two get to talking, and after approximately thirteen minutes (Max counts the minutes she’s allowed to talk to the goddess sitting right in front of her), Casey asks Max a question.  “What’s the deal?”  Max just looks at her, drunk and confused.  Casey laughs at her expression.  “Why are you here?  Alone?  Sitting at a bar with a look on your face that makes it look like you’re sad?”  She pauses.  “Are you sad?  Do I need to buy you a drink, Max?” she teases.

               Max takes a deep breath, but not before she says yes to another drink.  “Make sure you’re comfy in your seat.  Tonight… it’s a long story.”  For the very short time she’s known her, Max sees Casey put a serious face on.  Casey listens to every word her newly acquired drunken friend says within the next hour.

               Eight hours later, Max lays naked in her bed, arms wrapped around Casey’s also naked body.

               “How we met?  Oh, wow.  I think we just bumped into each other and one thing led to another.  And now here we are,” Max tells Alex.

               “Really?  That’s it?  That’s the whole story with you two?”  Max just nods.  “Bullshit.  I don’t believe that it was just happenstance.” Alex continues to push, but Max doesn’t budge, so, eventually, she lays off.

               It’s been more than two hours that they’ve first sat down at the café.  Alex checks her phone and realizes as much.  Max just laughs, saying that time flies when you’re having fun.  Alex glares at her playfully.  Max gets up to pay for everything they wound up eating and drinking for the time that they were there.  Alex tugs on her arm, pleading with Max to let her pay.

               “No way.  Today was my idea in the first place.  I basically dragged you out here, so the least I could do is pay for everything.”  Alex just pouts at her, still holding onto Max’s arm.  “I’m paying, Alex.  No exceptions.”  Max’s other arm, that isn’t being held onto for dear life, goes to grab Alex’s hand.  She looks at Alex with an eyebrow raised, and finally, Alex lets up.  “Make sure you have everything you brought before we leave,” she says, before she starts to walk away.

               Alex mocks salute.  “Yes, ma’am.”  Max looks back at her, seemingly warning her to behave.  Alex just giggles and grabs her phone and bag, then follows Max to the cashier.

               The two walk out of the restaurant after Max finished paying, but Alex feels bad that she has to ask a certain question.  “Hey, Max?”  Max looks down towards her, being the taller one of the two.  “This is gonna sound weird, but would you mind driving me back to my place?  I had to drop my car off for the yearly check-up this morning, and so I just took a cab here.  But if you can’t, don’t worry about it because I can just get a cab and go ho-.”  Max holds her hand up to stop Alex.

               “I will drive you home.  It’s absolutely fine, Alex.  I don’t have anything to do today either way, so take up as much of my time as you want.”  This time, it’s Max’s turn to wink.  Alex breathes a sigh of relief that she didn’t know she was holding. 

               They walk towards her car, and Max goes to open the passenger door for Alex.  Alex blushes lightly but gets into the car quickly enough that Max isn’t able to see.  As far as she knows.  Max speed walks to the opposite side of the car and gets in.  She goes to pull out of the parking spot but realizes she doesn’t know where she’s going to be driving.  She looks at Alex, dumbfounded.  Alex snickers, and tells her to make a right when she gets out of the parking lot.

               Once they get onto the main road, Max, after some arguing, allows Alex to play her music while she drives.  She watches out of the corner of her eye as her passenger sings as loud as she can without a care in the world.  Soon enough, a duet comes on that they both know, and they sing like there is no tomorrow.

               A half hour passes, and they arrive at Alex’s apartment.  She convinces her driver to come upstairs for one last drink and then, and only then, will she “release” her for the day.  Max follows Alex up a few floors to her place and, after some digging for keys, they both enter.  Alex gets Max a drink, then goes to look for her seemingly missing husband.

               As her friend is walking aimlessly around her own apartment, Max sees a phone light up on the countertop.  Well it’s not my phone.  Is it?  It wasn’t.  I just saw Alex check hers when she went into the bathroom, so it’s not hers.  After contemplating whether she should do it or not, Max walks over to the phone and sees a text message from… a no name?  It’s just a heart emoji. 

               Once Alex emerges from the bathroom, Devin strolls out of the bedroom, walking in the direction of Max holding the unclaimed phone.  “You found it!  I searched the whole fucking house for it!” when he realizes it’s his phone.  Max gives it to him, then Devin goes towards his wife and says his hellos.  Alex introduces Max to Devin and vice versa.

               As Devin updates his wife about whatever it is he’s talking about, Max gets to thinking about that text message.  She couldn’t see what it said since the phone wasn’t unlocked, but she knows Alex didn’t text him.  Sure, she was on her phone, but it was only to see if he had texted her.  Not the other way around.  She wouldn’t have texted her husband when they’re in the same building.  She would’ve just screamed for him like any couple would do to each other.  

               So, if it wasn’t Alex, who just texted Devin?

NEXT

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tags: @maggie-elise13, @elizabethfictionwriting, @lesbian-deadpool, @solaettristis, @the-very-tired-gay,  @timelords-13, @tangled-up-in-bad-decisions, @natashaswhitesuit, @its-a-me-mario-hihi, @marvelfansince08love

[scaredofthebasement-blog]

When Love Walks In - Chpt 20

Chpt 20 – Alex Calls Out Auston for his Playboy Ways and They Have a Heart to Heart

(Please note that I made a few major edits.)

Words 4971

Alex pulls up the chair to sit next to her brother on his left-hand bedside.  She has to laugh when Auston raises his eyebrows at her, perplexed by why she’s fussing; inching her chair closer and closer to him.  

“What?!  I’m just trying to get as close to you as possible without actually getting in the bed with you.  I don’t want anyone to hear what I’m saying”,  She explains recognizing how silly it appears.

Auston shakes his head, thinking, So much drama.  Frig!  It’s like my life’s become a freakin’ soap opera.

Alex leans into Auston and whispers, “Oz!  Hey!”

He turns toward her all dramatic-like as if he’s in a soap opera and mouths, Whaaa?

“Would you care to explain to me what the heck you’ve been doing?  Frig, I leave you alone for a few hours, and you’re pouring on the charm for BOTH of your doctors?!  Please don’t tell me you’re making moves on them.  Have you fallen for Dr Wright too?”

Auston rolls his eyes dramatically and writes, “NO!!!!!”  

Then what happened when I was gone that made her so…uhm…I don’t know, different?

“I was drawing emojis.”

“Okay?  And...?”

He quickly draws, Mic Drop,  No Clue and Bored Out of My Mind.

Oh!  Alright, then.  Those ARE pretty funny.  I forgot you know how to do those. Ha!  I love that ‘Bored’ one best.  Funny!  Good for you Oz!  They both deserve a good laugh.”

Auston agrees, writing, “Yeah, it was fun watching Dr Wright’s reaction.  Never seen her like that.  She’s usually so serious.  Very kind, great at her job, but she can be pretty intense.  So it was a rush watching her walls come down.”

“Not to mention she’s pretty beautiful.  Am I right?  Huh? Auston?” She pokes.

“I’m not interested in her at all!”  Auston writes in frustration.

“Okay!  Sorry! Take a chill pill.  But don’t try and tell me you’re not interested in Dr Quinn, cause I’m not an idiot.”

Auston blushes and rolls his eyes at her as he writes sarcastically,  “Yeah, you got me, Detective.  You should work for the NYPD, Alex.”

“Thanks.  I’ll look into that.  Law and Order, Special Doofus Unit”,  She jokes.

Auston has to laugh at that one.  He writes with a smirk, “Clever, I’ll give you that.”

Alex laughs, proud of herself for impressing her brother. 

“Did Dr Quinn like your emojis too, Auston?”  She teases.

Auston rolls his eyes.  “As a matter of fact, Dr Q has seen me draw them before. She thought they were pretty funny. I now use them to tease her.  She pretends to not be amused, which as far as I’m concerned adds to my amusement.  They were both fun to watch cause it took them by surprise.”

“Yeah, I don’t imagine many patients can draw like that or would draw emojis for their doctors”, Alex laughs at the idea.

Auston adds, “I wish you were here to see it.  BTW why were you so late coming this morning?  You missed a lot of information, and now Dr Q’s going to have to repeat it all.  But I suppose that’ll make her stay longer today, so I guess a ‘thanks’ is in order.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, Auston, I was finishing up that lovely job you gave me”, Alex says with disdain.

“Oh...”, Auston writes, pursing his mouth, regretting he even asked.  He’s cautious as he detects annoyance in her voice.  He thinks, Oh, Oh. This ain't gonna be good.

“Yes!  I finally got through all your freakin’ social media, and you actually owe me TWO HUGE-ASS MANSIONS, definitely some KICK-ASS THERAPY and a month at a FULL-SERVICE SPA.  Shit, Auston!  You’re a dirty boy!”  She speaks quietly but with a harsh tone.

“Yeah, I know”, he writes sheepishly.  “I’m really sorry, Alex.  I’ve been thinking a lot about what you might see on my phone, and I’m actually very embarrassed.  I don’t like thinking about that ‘old me’, cause I’m not that person anymore.”

“Since when?  And why?”  Alex asks.

“Since being in here.  I’ve had time to reflect and can see that I got caught up in an exciting playboy lifestyle that worked for my need to be selfish in order to pursue my career goals.  But I don’t want that life anymore and I don’t want to be that person anymore.”

“Oh?”  Alex questions.

“I want to be in a committed and mature relationship with Dr Quinn, even if I have to sacrifice some time spent on my career goals.  I want Quinn.  I want a relationship of substance with Quinn.  I want a ‘normalish’ life with Quinn.”

Alex unloads, “Well, I’m very glad that you have resolved to change your ways, Auston, cause I had a whole lecture that I was gonna throw at you just now.  I’ll spare you most of it but need you to know this:  I love you dearly, but I won’t permit you to subject Dr Quinn to any of that cheap-ass shit you were engaged in with other women prior to your accident.  If you even consider pursuing it with her, I’ll talk to Mom and Dad, and I’ll warn Dr Quinn. She deserves THE VERY BEST man in her life and from what my eyes witnessed, sorting through your texts and such, YOU have been VERY far from ‘BEST’; more-like, ‘Best Asshole’.  I know why you initially went the route of being a ‘player’, ‘wheeler’, ‘hooking up,’ whatever you want to call it. I get it.  It made sense back then.  But that’s a life of absolute zero substance and completely shallow.  Dr Quinn deserves substance and frankly at this point in your life, so do you.”

“I know!  Trust me! I know that now!”  Auston pleads.

“I really hope you do, Oz.  You’re an amazing guy.  You have so much to offer a woman and a relationship, and it would be a real waste if you keep up those shallow ways just because you live life in the fast lane.  It’s time to move on and be a real man.”

“Alex.  I get it. You’re 1000% right, and you don’t have to talk to Mom, Dad or Quinn because I can assure you, I am not the same person I was before my accident.”

“Go ahead, Auston.  I’m listening…or reading, I should say.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if it’s because I almost died or because I finally took a beat to reflect but I’ve realized I’ve become a man in the last few years.  Or maybe Quinn has made me want to be a better man to be with her?  It could be a combination of all three.  But I can assure you, every cell in my body wants to be the very best man that I can for her.  To me, she is the most amazing person I’ve ever met.  She thrills me.  I can’t get enough of her.  She means everything to me.  I want to bring the same amount of joy to her as she brings to me”, He rationalizes.

“Okay.  Good. And, Wow Oz!  I really want to believe you will change, but it’s hard to break bad habits.”

Auston is determined to convince Alex he’s changed. “Let me put it this way, if I find out that someone with the ‘old me agenda’ is, or has moved on Quinn, (and I honestly can’t even let myself consider that possibility because it’s too upsetting), after I’m done taking care of that asshat, he will be in desperate need of another doctor.  Do you get my drift?  I know how I was, and I will never be that way again.  I won’t tolerate anyone treating Quinn like a consumable, let alone me.”

“Okay, Oz, but please don’t go doing anything stupid to anyone.  I’m very glad that you see the light”, Alex warns.

“Alex, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before Quinn. I’m absolutely bat-shit crazy about her. It’s like she’s heroin and I’m addicted. I’m a puddle when she’s around and a wreck when she’s not.  I’m embarrassed to tell you that with the very best of intentions, I have done some desperate shit to get her to spend time with me.”

“No!  Auston! What desperate shit did you do?” Alex panics.

“Well, for one thing, I almost died; but first I made her cry”,  Auston confesses.

“What?!  The hell?! Oz!  What are you talking about you almost died?  Again?!  And you made Dr Quinn cry?!  Are you crazy?!”

“Yes, Alex, I am crazy!  Apparently, certifiable!  I’m sorry to say; I did both.  I was completely distraught after not seeing Quinn all last week.  Then yesterday, she made it seem like she was going to be too busy to see me much this week, and it’s my last week here!  Plus she started dating a fucking doctor-god last week!  I call him Dr McDreamy cause from what I can gather from my research; he’s all that and then some.”  

“Oh, no!  Really?”

“Frig! It pisses me off royally!  Quinn hasn’t dated since dinosaurs last roamed the earth, but she decides to take up with a fucking doctor when I arrive on the scene”, Auston laments.

“Oh, boy!  That’s not good”, Alex reasons.

“Yeah, and BTW, Alex, you’re comments are not helping.”  Auston points out, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry!  But neither are yours!  ‘Almost died’ and ‘made my doctor cry’.  Shit!  What a freaking mess, Auston!  What did you do?  Specifically!”  Alex snaps back.

“I made her upset by making her think I doubted her promise to be there for me for the rest of my recovery.  I also accused her of abandoning me last week”,  Auston confesses.

“Auston!  No!” Alex freaks.

“Yes!”  He takes in a deep breath and sighs.  “Oh God, Alex! I know!  I’m such a mess!  But I needed to remind her of her purpose for being a doctor in the first place - to be there for her patients.  You know?  For people like Josh.  So she’d be there for me.”

“Oh Auston, that’s some off-base shit right there. She IS there for her patients!  She’s been incredibly dedicated to you! To Mom, Dad, Bre and Me.  24 freaking 7, Auston!  Last week, she didn’t even know you were struggling cause Dr Wright didn’t tell her.  She had a medical conference to attend, and she had meetings.  She checked up on you every day with Dr Wright.  And tell me you did NOT bring up Josh’s name.  Did you?!”

“No!  I could never be that cruel!  I know she’s been there for me.  I just wanted her to come around this week so we could develop a relationship.  Otherwise, she was going to be spread too thin.  I needed to make sure I got a chance to find my way into her heart”,  Auston explains as his heart pounds and his blood pressure rises.

“I know, but still, that was selfish and entitled behaviour, Auston”, Alex lashes out.

“I know it seems that way.  I just didn’t feel like I had any other option since I go home next week.  I saw a chance, and I took it.  It devasted me to hurt her like that, and I ended up getting so upset that I choked on my congestion.  I couldn’t breathe, so she had to suction me.  It was scary as hell, Alex”, Auston tries to make her understand.

“Auston!  Oh, my God! I don’t even know what to say right now”, Alex blurts out in frustration.

As Alex sorts through all the information Auston has spilt on her,  Auston sits, staring down at his hands, feeling anguish; conflicted and berating himself for being selfish.

After what seems like forever of nothing, Alex blurts out, “Not cool, Oz!  So not cool! Frig!  What if Mom and Dad find out?”

Auston nods in agreement and immediately falls apart. He is distraught.  Tears start to flow down his face.

He starts coughing.

Oh shit, here I go again!

Alex sees what’s happening and tries to do damage control.  She jumps up from her chair and pulls Auston into her arms.  Alex whispers in his ear as she rubs his back to comfort him.  She knows she was too hard on him in his vulnerable condition.  She’s upset with herself.  

Alex desperately attempts to calm him, “Hey, Hey, Hey!  Oz! Shhhh.   It’s okay. I’m sorry for being so harsh.  You’ve been through so much.  My words were severe.  No one knows what it’s like to walk in your shoes.  But I can understand.  When I think about it, I absolutely understand.  No need to cry, Oz.  I completely understand why you did what you did.  You were desperate.  I get it. Anyone in your situation would feel the need to do what you did.  It’s all good now.  Dr Quinn’s good.  You saw her earlier this morning.  She seemed really good.  Please calm yourself down, so you don’t choke.  Please, Oz.  Get yourself together, okay?  I support you.  I want what you want.  I want her for you too.  It was worth it, Oz.  I can see that.  What other choice did you have? Please suck it up, Oz.  Swallow. Take relaxing breaths.  Okay?”  She pulls away to let him catch his breath and reaches for tissues to try to dry his face. He grabs hold of her arm so she won’t leave him.

Auston continues to cough.  He swallows.  He keeps coughing.  He keeps swallowing.  He squirms as he tries to gain control and feels like if given a bit more time, he will be okay.  But when he starts to choke and wheeze, Alex sounds the alarm.

“Jacqui!  Nurse! Doctor!  Auston’s choking!  Help!  Hurry!”  She yells.

Auston is disappointed.  He really thought he could get it under control without the need for the Suction.  He wants to be able to master his secretions.

Jacqui is at Auston’s side in seconds.  She assesses the situation and grabs the Suction as Alex tries to move out of the way as best she can with Auston’s death grip on her arm.

Auston extends his free hand out in front of him to signal for Jacqui to stop and shakes his head ‘no’.  He wants more time.  ‘No suction yet’ is his clear message.

Jacqui stands down, watching as Auston continues to cough and wheeze. They both encourage him to relax, focus on drawing in breath and coughing.  

It takes about 30 seconds until Auston has caught his breath; for all three of them, it feels like an eternity.

Jacqui tells him she’ll stay in the room until he feels confident that he’s got things under control.

“What brought that on?”  She asks Alex.

“He was upset about something we were talking about”, Alex explains.

“Oh, I see.  Well, maybe you could change the subject to something a little cheerier. But at the same time, getting upset is bound to happen, and this is a great opportunity to learn how to manage the secretions – which you did!  You actually did great Auston!  Really impressive; you managed to stay calm, and you fought through it.  You’re showing great progress, and that’s what this week is about”,  Jacqui points out.

Auston nods with a smile.  He is happy with what he just did there.

“You okay now, Auston?”  Jacqui asks.

Auston nods and gives a smile and thumbs up.

“Then can I have my arm back bro?”  Alex begs with a relieved giggle.

Auston lets go of Alex’s arm and holds out his hand for some tissues to wipe his face.

So since you feel comfortable now, I can step out and leave you two alone for a few more minutes as it’s almost time for Dr Quinn to come and oversee the 11 am procedures.  Great job, Auston!  You too Alex!”

Auston gives Jacqui the thumbs up, and mouths ‘thank you.’

“Yes, thank you so much, Jacqui!”  Alex calls out.

Auston grabs the board and marker that Alex picks up off the floor for him.  He writes, “Thanks, Alex.  Sorry you had to see that.  It’s scary when it happens, but I felt confident that I had it under control.”

“Ha!  Yeah, Bam Bam,  you’re vulture grip on my arm made me feel really confident too”, She teases. “Seriously though, it’s upsetting but you did a great job and I’m sorry I distressed you.”

Auston writes, “It’s ok.  I know Dr Quinn will be here shortly so I want to tell you privately, that it may sound bad, but I’m glad I did what I did because I got Quinn to commit to coming to see me every day this week for Talk Therapy.”

“I thought she already was doing Therapy with you? You told Mom and Dad that she was.”

“Yeah, I know.  I lied about that.  Please don’t tell Mom and Dad!  I just needed them to leave me alone with Dr Quinn, but they wouldn’t let go of the therapy issue.  I told you, Alex, she’s like an addiction!  I would do anything to be alone with her.  I needed a chance for her to get to know me.”

“I understand why you can’t tell Dr Quinn how you feel right now.  She’d have to stop being your doctor.  She would never abuse or risk her position by allowing an obvious attraction. You can’t go losing her as your doctor. You need to be careful.”

“Exactly!  I want Dr Quinn to work with me cause she’s the only one who could possibly resurrect my voice.  The good thing is she wants to work with me cause I represent her ‘dead boyfriend’ and winning the ‘Stanley Cup’.”

“Auston!  Hold the phone!  Surprisingly, I get the reference to ‘her dead boyfriend,’ being Josh, but you’ve lost me at ‘winning the Stanley Cup’?!  What the hell are you talking about?!”  

“She told me that for her, saving my life was like making the Cup Finals and that restoring my voice would be like winning the Stanley Cup.”

Alex points out, “Well, if anyone could relate to an analogy like that it would be you.”

“I know, right?!  And how can I deny her the chance to win a ‘Stanley Cup’?”  He jokes.

“Ha!  Yeah, you’re so selfless, Auston”,  Alex mocks.

“Yeah, I know.  So now we’re playing games.  I’m playing ‘Avoid the Danger Zone’, and she’s playing, ‘Ignore the Elephant in the Room.’

“Neither sound very fun, Oz.” Alex adds, dryly.

“Honestly Alex, worst games ever!  I’m pretty sure I’m losing my game, where I try to hide how I feel about her, so she doesn’t have to stop being my doctor.  But I’m making out okay so far because she’s acing her game; where she absolutely refuses to acknowledge to herself that I’m interested in her.”

“Do you really think she knows how you feel about her?” Alex asks.

“Yeah.  I think she must have picked up on some clues; subconsciously anyway. She’s brilliant so I don’t know how she could miss them.  But she’s also either really good at making it look like she doesn’t know or in fact doesn’t know. I’m at a loss, really.”

“Do you think she likes you?”  Alex asks.

“Well, yesterday, she accidentally told me that she liked me”,  Auston reveals with a blush.

“What?!”  Alex gasps, excitedly.

“Yeah.  Dr Quinn let it slip in a conversation saying, ‘so that’s why I like you so much’”, Auston can’t help but smile.

“No way!”  Alex freaks.

“Hey!  Don’t act so surprised!”  Auston jokes.

“Ha!  Sorry! I’m just really happy for you.  What did YOU say?”  Alex asks.

“I teased her in a light, friend-like way, cause I don’t want to force her hand.  But it could be that’s how she meant it.  I’m not quite sure if she’s interested in me as more than a friend or just someone that thinks, ‘I’m a wonderful person’”,  Auston explains.

“She said ‘you’re a wonderful person?!’”  Alex jumps.

“Yeah.  But I swear if you’d been there, you wouldn’t know how to take it.  She brushed it off as something anyone would think if they knew me.  Honestly, Alex, it all seems like a mind game that I’m sure she doesn’t even know she’s playing. She just won’t go there; won’t let herself acknowledge it.”

“Cause then she’d have to do something about it. Right?  She’s smart”,  Alex reasons.

“Yup.  That she is for sure and very stubborn about pursuing her goals.”

“Sounds like someone else I know”,  Alex points out.

“Huh?  I’m not stubborn like Quinn”,  Auston denies.

“Oh, you think?  You’re kidding, right?”  Alex calls him out.

Auston considers the idea and then concedes, “Yeah.  You’re probably right.  Ha! I suppose we are similar in that.  We’re like dogs with a bone.”

“Probably one of the reasons why you like her so much”, Alex guesses.

“Love”, Auston corrects her.

“Oh, sorry.  “Love” her so much”,  Alex exaggerates, rolling her eyes but secretly thrilled.

“Got to call it what it is, Sis.  I’ve never been in love before so when you’re in it, it’s a big deal”,  Auston informs her.

“But she’s dating, huh?  That’s a big problem, Oz”,  Alex points out.

“Yeah.  I’m assuming this Doctor McDreamy’s my direct competition.  So that’s what forced me to challenge her; so I could set up another game that I’m calling, ‘Day by Freaking Day’.  

“Wow!  Oz!  Worst game title ever!”  Alex blurts out.

“Ha! Yeah, I know, right!”  Auston admits.

“So how do you play?”

“Well, as the name implies, I spend time with Dr Quinn during the day, let her get to know me and hopefully endear myself to her. Then she goes out with Doc McStuffins at night, and she realizes she likes me better.  That’s the only chance I have.  So every moment I have with her this week is precious.”

“Ha!  Oz?”  Alex questions.

Auston looks at her curious, Huh?

Doc McStuffins is a girl”,  Alex giggles.

Auston laughs to himself, writing, “Oh.  Ha!  Well, let’s hope Dr Peters is a girl.  That would help my cause.”

“Or complicate it?”  Alex jokes.

“Yeah!  Ha!  I suppose so.”  He chuckles.

Oh!  Before Quinn comes back, I want to ask you for another favour.  I want to get her a special gift to thank her for everything she’s done for me.”

“Awww.  Sweet!”

“I’ll get something for the others as well, but I want to get something extra special for Quinn, and it will need sourcing.”

“Okay?”

“You’ll need to go see the Jeweller that we use in Yorkville.  Get him to source out the items cause there is no way he’ll have them.  No restriction on price but don’t tell him that. Get him to text me what he finds and the cost.”  

“Sure.  What are you thinking?”  Alex asks.

“If you look in my bedside table you’ll find a piece of paper where I’ve listed specifically what I want.  The sooner you can get them, the better, but I understand if it might take a bit.”

“Okay”, curious, Alex heads over to the other side of Auston’s bed to get the paper.  She pulls out the note and reads it.  A smile washes across her face. “Wow, Auston!  Looks like you put a lot of thought into this.  You’re a real sweetheart.  She’s gonna love them.”

“Good!  I want the gift to touch her heart.”  Auston smiles, pleased with himself and excited for the day that he can give them to her.

“Thanks a lot for looking after this and me. You’re a saint!”  Auston gushes.

Alex acknowledges Auston’s gratitude with a smile. She puts the slip of paper in her purse and pulls out Auston’s cell phone and places it on his bedside table.

“I almost forgot!  Here’s your cell phone, Oz.  I did up a blurb for your social media accounts. I texted it to you.  You’ll need to review it, make any changes you want and send it to Judd for approval.”

“Oh, wow!  Thanks, Alex! Great!  I really appreciate everything you have done for me.  I think I’ll keep you around.”  

“Well, after your social media crap, I think I’m retiring as your sister”,  Alex teases.

“Ha!  Sorry. But I need my big sister.  You’re stuck with your dumbass little brother forever.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it.  All joking aside though,  I also got distracted and forgot to tell you, there are a couple girls texting you that seem to think you were about to make things serious before your accident.”

“What?  No!  Who?  Names?”  Auston writes, clearly upset.

“A ‘Bridget’ and a ‘Chantelle’.  Were you going to ask them to be exclusive?”

“Hell No!  I specifically made it my practice that prior to each hookup, they understood and agreed there would be no strings.  I learned that lesson the hard way and you know that.”

“Yes.  Well, they both appear to have magically changed their minds and they are very concerned about you since your accident and want to be here for you.”

“Together?!” Auston imagines what that would look like.

“No, not together, Dum Dum!  But they both indicated in their texts that they have come to the hospital trying to get in to see you; each saying she is your girlfriend.  But security stopped them cause they weren’t on the list.”

“Oh shit!  Can’t you just tell them I died?”  He writes, half-joking.

“Auston, you need to text Judd and get his advice on how to say adios to these women.  Can you do that in the next few days?  Or do you want me to call him and I’ll just tell him there has been a misunderstanding and you’re not interested in pursuing any type of relationship?”

“Yeah, can you do the second one you mentioned?  Please.  I don’t have the energy and I trust you can deal with it based on how you helped me a few years back with Rebecca”,  Auston begs.

“Sure.  Hopefully, these ones will go quietly into the night.”

“Thanks, Alex.  Keep me in the loop.  They were fun and beautiful women but I’m not interested.”

“Oz, you’ll also need to wrap up your old life with all your hookups.  You’ll need to tell them all goodbye”,  Alex advises.

“Please get Judd to do that on my behalf.  Tell him I can’t even talk for god-sakes.”

“Okay.  I will.  And...Oh, you also need to figure out who is going to stay with you while you’re home recovering, so message Mom and Dad tonight.”

“Will you stay with me?  Can you?”  Auston pleads.

“Really, you want ME?  After today?”  Alex questions.

“Yes, especially after today.  We’ve been through a lot.  You know me better than anyone.  You’re my confidente, biggest fan and best friend.  I trust you, and I enjoy your company.  If you would like to stay with me, I’d love to have you.” Auston tells her.

“Well, thanks, Oz!  I’ll seriously consider it.  I enjoy living in Toronto.  I also have been waiting for the right time to tell you that I have been seeing a guy from Toronto.  I met him here at the hospital in the waiting room.   His father was in the Intensive Care Ward when you were there.”

“No way!  So something else great came out of my accident?  What’s your boyfriend’s name?  How old is he?  What’s he do? Do you really like him?” Auston gives Alex the third degree.

“Whoa, Oz!  Yes, I really like him a lot.  I actually feel like I’m falling in love with him”, Alex says as a smile lights up her face.

“No way?!”  Auston writes.

“Way!  His name is Adam Lang.  He’s a Toronto Firefighter.  He’s actually studying to be a Captain.  He’s 33 years old.  Never been married. Has a golden retriever.  Lives in the ‘Beaches’.  He treats me like gold.  He’s smart as hell and a jock.  He makes me laugh, and we never run out of stuff to talk about or do.  I know you’ll hit it off”,  She tells him excitedly.

Auston smiles and motions for Alex to come in for a hug. He squeezes her tight and kisses her on the cheek.  Auston is so happy for her.  He knows she’s seen her share of heartbreaks over the years with two serious relationships that didn’t last.  He always worried about her happiness and hoped she’d find a good guy.

They pull apart, and Auston writes, “I want to meet him!  Bring him by.”

“Really?  Even though you can’t talk yet?”  Alex asks.

“I don’t care.  I have to meet him.  I have to make sure he’s not ‘a player’.”  He writes, teasing and adds a winky face emoji.

Alex rolls her eyes and laughs.  “Oh, he’s not ‘a player’ at all, Oz.  He’s a fan. But not the Leafs.  He’s a Bruins fan!”

Auston’s mouth drops open in shock as he raises his head to the ceiling mouthing a silent scream of “No!!!!!!!!!!!!” (See Gif at top of the page for the type of reaction).  Then he grabs his marker dramatically as he writes and emphasizes each exclamation point with a flourish. “No!!!!!!!!!!” 

Alex laughs.

After a minute stare down, where Auston tries to determine whether Alex is messing with him, Auston writes, begging, “Alex! Please tell me you’re joking! It’s not nice to be mean to someone in the hospital.”

“Just a little payback for how you treated Quinn. You’ll have to wait and ask Adam when you meet him.”

Auston writes, “Well played, Alex!  Well played!  I deserve this.”

They both laugh and high five each other just as Dr Quinn enters the room.

[twotwinks]

a thing i was tagged in a long time ago by @rochc93. i am, believe it or not, attempting to catch up on these things. i always intend to do them but it’s either not a good time when i think about them or i’m not thinking about them. sorry i’m a mess

Who were you named after?

First name, nobody bitch. That’s all me. Middle name, like twenty different characters who are important to me but all on accident because I didn’t realize we shared the name until after I’d picked it. Notable instances include Rita Rose Vrataski from Edge of Tomorrow and also Amy Rose (a recent discovery). Last name, Gary King and also because I like confusing people about my gender by deliberately using a “male” title while presenting female (though hopefully not for much longer) and also being nonbinary. (Also s/o to ladies who call themselves king instead of queen. Yes I’m thinking of Kagamine Rin in the WanOpo songs Death Should Not Have Taken Thee and Our Adventure Log Has Vanished.)

Last time you cried?

two weeks ago to the day, when my dad let our dog Koko get hit by a car, things have been Extra Bad around here since then

Do you like your handwriting?

No. When I was little everyone always used to tell me how pretty it was but then I started trying to be a Serious Writer and my penmanship degraded as a result of how fast I had to get the words out of my head. Now my mom whines all the time about how messy and illegible my writing is.

What is your favorite lunch meat?

TURKEY

Longest relationship?

Umm....about two years ago for about three months-ish? I think? Maybe two months? I don’t know, we were dating for Christmas and then I broke up with him right before Valentine’s Day because my mental health couldn’t take it. I realized I was aro shortly after. Who would’ve guessed, huh?

Do you still have your tonsils?

Yep!

Do you bungee jump?

no and i never will

What is your favorite kind of cereal?

Dude this changes like monthly. Sometimes Honey Bunches of Oats. Sometimes Frosted Flakes. Sometimes I get a ridiculously strong craving for Strawberry Awake or Lucky Charms or Honey Nut Cheerios. I just get to eat cereal so infrequently that I can’t really have a favorite, I just have to indulge whatever craving I currently have because I only get the chance to eat one box every three months or so.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Yes because when I was little my mom ingrained into me that not untying my shoes first would ruin the backs of them way faster than they should. In all fairness we were poor and couldn’t afford to buy me new shoes that often because my feet are so sensitive that an actual comfortable pair costs $100.

Do you think you’re strong willed?

oh fuck no i mean have you ever spoken to me??? i’m the biggest baby pushover to ever live

Favorite ice cream?

Either that Death by Chocolate stuff they serve at Purdue’s dining courts sometimes or mint chocolate chip. It has to be green though or it loses something sdkhsdhk

What is the first thing you notice about a person?

Usually like their shirt, I guess? I don’t know, this isn’t something I’ve ever really thought about. Maybe it’s also if they have one of those annoying faces or voices. Or if they have a queer vibe. Look I’m not good with people ok.

Football or baseball?

Football but only because marching band and/or soccer

Favorite doughnut?

Okay this is going to sound weirdly specific but. Chocolate cake donut with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles. Also on a related note I once let a girl in high school copy my homework (that I myself had found the answers to on the internet, it was a really unfair English assignment). She was so happy that she said she’d buy me a donut for breakfast the next day (she made a donut run for herself once a week as a special treat). I gave her my oddly specific request, but since I knew it was kind of a rare donut to find I told her anything chocolate would work. The next day, lo and behold, she showed up with the perfect donut. She had them make it special for me (insert Discord’s pleading face emoji). That was the day I learned my lesson about judging “dumb blondes”.

What music are you listening to?

I’ve been back into Touhou doujin arrangements again lately, especially eurobeat. However I’m also hyperfixating on Sonic the Hedgehog again so the game soundtracks and the Crush 40 albums are starting to show up in my frequent rotation on Spotify.

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

The obvious choice is mint green but I could also very easily be a lime green or a glittery ruby slippers red.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

I believe I talked to my grandma a little bit on my mom’s phone not that long ago? Other than that according to my phone it looks like I took a call from my dad back in April?

Hair color?

that real deep almost black brown. i nearly got into a fistfight with some boys in second grade who insisted my hair was black. it’s not black it’s just very thick. it actually looks much lighter if you just separate a smaller chunk and look at it.

Eye color?

Hazel. Brown with some green flecks. Or possibly green with some brown flecks. Also both of my irises look different up close but you can’t tell unless you’re really up in my face.

Favorite food to eat?

pasta but it can’t have red sauce

Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings all the way

Last film you watched in the cinema?

do you really expect me to remember this. i honestly do not fucking know. i have no brain when it comes to movie theaters. i was gonna do a double feature of birds of prey and the sonic movie the tuesday before spring break (cheap prices for students!!!) but i ended up having a headache that day so i couldn’t go and then shit hit the fan and there was no theatergoing. i have tried and failed to get my parents to rent the sonic movie since. i’m very unhappy about it now that i’m hyperfixating again.

What color shirt are you wearing?

well i think it used to be white but it’s really old so now it’s like off-white. also it has a big snake on the back. i don’t even like snakes i just enjoy this shirt.

Favorite holiday?

Christmas!!! I don’t necessarily actually enjoy celebrating the holiday (thanks fam) but I love the idea behind it and the aesthetics. Also it’s peppermint season!

Beer or wine?

Listen I am super picky about alcohol. I haven’t liked any of the wine I’ve tried, but the first two wines I had other people told me it was bad (and then they took me out and bought me alcohol I would actually like because I’d never drank before and apparently getting me tipsy in Ireland over spring break was an Honor for them I literally didn’t pay for a single drink that night) and the third wine I had was paired with the wrong type of food (we couldn’t get the Right wine bottle open). I didn’t really mind the beer I tried in Ireland though, so I guess beer? I really like cider best though, and apparently I can also handle vodka.

Night owl or morning person?

night owl i wish i could be nocturnal

Favorite day of the week?

Friday. It has all the joy and anticipation of the coming weekend without the curse of my dad being home or the responsibility of homework looming over everything.

Favorite animal?

HEDGEHOG yeah i never really got past that from when i was little. but i also just love pretty much all animals. except like. snakes and spiders but sometimes snakes have their moments.

Do you have a pet?

Yeah. We have a lot of “family” pets but I consider Patches (cat) and Gabby (dog) to be Mine Specifically. If my mom hadn’t forced me out of therapy I’d probably be bringing Patches with me to college next year as an emotional support animal.

Where would you like to travel?

Europe babey. I just wanna hang out in France and England and Scotland and also go back to Ireland. I miss Ireland so much y’all.

ok that’s it. that’s all for this one. i’m not tagging anyone because i’m sure it’s already made the rounds among everyone. but if it missed you and you still wanna do it go for it. consider yourself tagged. poof.

[onewhoturns]

Fireworks (2/4)

Yep, the chapter count changed. Like I said, this got out of hand. Also, it’s basically pointless fluff with a side of bittersweet time loop angst. (Part 1 here) If you like it, head over to my AO3 and please god give me some feedback xD

Fandom: Oxenfree Pairing: Alex/Jonas Chapter: 2/4 Characters: Alex, Jonas, Michael, Ren, (later) Nona, Clarissa Word count: 1334 Rating: T for language Summary: The one saving grace of that first kiss (apart from, well, it wasn’t a bad kiss) – the one thing she could point to as making the kiss sort of okay, morally – was that it was in a timeline where they were just friends. Well… okay, maybe the kiss might have changed that. A little? Or maybe it didn’t get a chance to, much, cause Alex was too busy shutting herself away and having a teensy tiny crisis over kissing her sometimes-stepbrother. And then, naturally, as always seemed to happen July 8th, it would be May 1st all over again. or: the First, the Fourth, the Fireworks.

-

When he texts her a casual “hey” at 1am that night, she doesn’t respond.

When he shoots her a “post 4th fireworks sale, gonna ask Ren if he wants to do a thing, you up for it?” she still doesn’t respond.

When Ren messages her a series of emojis along with a photo of easily 50 bucks worth of discounted fireworks, she ignores it.

-

Michael finds her on the 6th. “Hey. Still alive, I see.”

“Yup.” She’s sprawled out on her bed, feet on her pillows and head at the foot, tempting fate with her phone held directly above her face, watching videos of DIYs she’ll never do-it-herself.

He settles on the edge of her bed. “Ren seems to think you’re avoiding him for some reason.”

Not him…

Alex rolls her eyes. “He’s just being dramatic.”

“Yeah, well, he also said he’s in need of getaway drivers and asked if I’d be up for some potentially illegal activity so… know anything about that?”

She can’t help the crooked smile. “I plead the fifth.”

“Anything to do with him asking about a blowtorch?”

Now she’s practically smirking. “I mean, I can neither confirm nor deny the potential purchase of 5 to 50 pounds of fireworks.”

Michael’s eyebrows shoot up, but he’s laughing immediately. “No crap. Really? Wow. Yeah, I can see how he’d want a quick out. Did he have a location in mind?”

Alex shrugs. “No clue. Since it’s Ren, I’m betting wherever it is is trespassing.” She has to grin at the look on her brother’s face-- that crooked grin nearly matching hers, the shake of his head as he looks half impressed and half amused at the revelation. But she can sense it even before he says it, as his expression becomes more serious.

“...So… any idea why Jonas keeps driving by and parking and then leaving? It’s getting to be just a little bit creepy. Did you two…?”

She thinks he’s asking if they had a fight. He’s probably not asking if they kissed. Alex rolls over onto her front, glancing around the room in an attempt to avoid the question, and her eyes fall on the calendar hanging on her wall. The day, marked in red sharpie, with two circling arrows. Two days from now. It all resets.

So fuck it, sure.

“Did you know Jonas likes me?”

When she turns her gaze back to her brother, he’s half rolling his eyes. “You guys are like best friends, of course he--”

“No, like-- likes me, likes me.”

Michael looks at her for a second, bemused. “...Well… yeah, kinda.” It’s his turn to avoid her stare. “I mean… not to blow up the kid’s spot or anything, but-- it’s sorta obvious he’s in love with you. Is that what this is about?”

Alex is dumbfounded. “‘Sorta obvious?’”

“I mean…” Michael tugs at his shirt hem, shifts a little in place. “When you first got close I thought maybe you were gonna get together, but-- well, you’re not really the type-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She demands, and he just laughs.

“Seriously, Alex? You’re like… the least-- the most-- I mean, I just assumed you were asexual, to be honest.”

She blinks. Well, sorta, yeah. Except how she felt during that kiss wasn’t exactly the same way she felt about the idea of kissing in general. “I’m…” She shakes her head, not particularly keen on figuring out what exactly she is right this second. “Wait, go back.”

“Okay?”

“What do you mean he’s-- um. What’s obvious?”

Michael lets out a long sigh. “Look, kiddo, I don’t know what to tell you. The boy’s got it bad.”

“But he went out with Nicole-”

“For what, three dates? Last year? ” Michael laughs. “Look, I don’t know how he was this year, I wasn’t here. But from what I have seen, he’s been in love with you for… like, ever? I mean, he barely dragged his eyes off of you for the polaroid.” He gestures to the picture stabbed up on Alex’s bulletin board. The last picture of their night on the island. The version she doesn’t remember.

She’s flushing beet red at this point, and Michael grins and claps her calf. “It happens! It happens all the time. Seriously, he knows you well enough to know it’s pointless, he’ll move on. Let him mope a bit, and when you’re off in Eugene he’ll do his own thing and get over it.”

Alex shoves her face into her comforter, groaning.

“...Or… not? Not so simple?”

She makes her confession into the blankets, but she’s pretty sure he knows exactly what she said. Still, he pries.

“I may have misheard, but I’m pretty sure you just said something that may or may not have to do with where you two ran off to at the barbeque, and I, for one, am--”

“Oh shut up, we kissed once. Once!”

He should not be allowed to look so entertained by this distressing news. “Okay, regardless of your personal views on romance, I think you may have finally had the quintessential ‘awkward first kiss’ and it’s a milestone and I’m proud of you for surviving it, so-”

“Not my first kiss.”

“What?! You didn’t tell me you’d kissed someone!” He seems more appalled at this bit of gossip than her very real anxiety over the more recent kiss.

“Well, to be frank, it’s none of your business,” she replies crossly.

“I’m your brother! I should get the final approval on all boys-- or girls!-- or- or other! Look around, Alex, this is the year of our lord 1950 and your business is my business and you’d better brush up your homemaking skills and-” He falls into laughter at the sneer on her face. “Wow that-- that went on way longer than I expected you to let it.”

“Oh my God, Michael, just…” She lets out a long sigh because, as annoying as he occasionally is, she doesn’t want him to be gone. And he will be. This time two days from now he’ll be gone and dead again and she’ll be back where it all started and Jonas won’t be just a friend she kissed, he’ll be her stepbrother again and she just-- she can’t have these feelings. She can’t.

It’s like he can see the moment her expression passes from annoyance to frustration to a sudden and deep futility. “Hey, hey- Look, I’ll shut up, okay?” His head is cocked, hoping she’ll share what exactly made her go quiet. Finally, as she seems unwilling to elaborate, he sighs. “I know it’s none of my business, but… Jonas is your best friend. Regardless of how you feel about him, you should let him know. And if you guys want to go makeout or whatever, now’s the time! You’re going to Oregon in the fall, so summer is basically free real estate.”

She’s glaring at him, silently, but feels a twist in her gut. Now is the time, indeed. Two days before it all goes back, sure, but then… but then she has time after time to try again. And every time he’s her stepbrother she’ll feel awful and guilty and hate herself and… She deflates into her bed.

“Give it some thought, okay?” Michael gives her another pat on the leg before standing and turning to go. “Oh, and-- text Ren, will you? Let him know you’re alive?” He dismisses himself with a quick double tap at her door frame and is gone.

-

Okay fine. Let’s go break the law.

You’re the one who said it, not me. When they subpoena your text messages, I want you to remember that.

Acceptable.

In that case: BREAKIN THE LAW BREAKIN THE LAW! Tomorrow at 7. You, me, Nona, Jonas, and Mike and Clarissa if they’re up for it. Get the old crew back together for a final fuck you to all that nonsense.

?

Bring an opaque bag and wear something with lots of pockets, we’re smuggling contraband onto the ferry.

[ageeksnerdyworld]

A Birthday Bash

Characters: Avia Carstairs, Kelly Ronan O’Connor, Scribe Jenkins, Isabelle Lombardi, Emery Becker, Jett Leach, Mazarin Leach, Holland Ayer, Kalenn Birch, Walker, Scout Carstairs, Paisley Carstairs, and October Ispen

Word Count: 5,405

Trigger Warning: N/A

Notes: This idea has been bouncing around my brain for a real long time so I finally wrote it. But this took like ten years to write. This is as good as its gonna get. As always The Cyber World and the viruses therein belong to @voiceoflarka

Summary: The gang gathers at the Carstairs manor for Avia’s birthday. An unexpected guest arrives. Much to Scout’s dismay party shenanigans ensue. Click the read more if you’d like.

~~~

That morning Avia woke to find a hand written note on her night stand.

Happy birthday to my wonderful niece. May your wishes for today come true. I love you with all my heart. --Aunt Paisley

The ivory white paper was on the thicker side, with a golden border, and a small intricate flower embossed into the middle of it. At the bottom of the flower were the initials P.E.C. The message was written in neatly penned, and amazingly precise, black calligraphy. A smile formed as she read it. But her happiness was short lived as she realized that her father hadn't said anything. Part of her didn't expect him to even remember what today was. But a small piece secretly hoped he would.

She pulled the covers off and got out of bed.

Returning the lovely note to the nightstand she grabbed her phone.

She checked her messages as she crossed to the bathroom.

Most were from her teammates. All sending birthday wishes her way. There were also a few extra messages from Kelly. Each one of his texts were signed with a red heart emoji.

In the bathroom Avia washed her face from the lull of sleep.

When she was finished with that she went back into her bedroom and changed. She wore a long-sleeved, white, shirt with a boat neck. She also wore a red plaid patterned skirt with a hemline that ended just above her knees. The hemline was asymmetrical with the right side a bit shorter than the left. Two angled zippers sat on either side of the skirt. Underneath the skirt she wore a pair of thin, black, pantyhose.

Sitting down at the ivory white vanity she brushed her hair.

Before doing her make-up she sent “thank you” texts to everyone. She also sent a purple heart, and a red, emoji to Kelly. As she opened the drawer of her vanity there was a knock at her door.

“Come in,” she called.

The door opened and the small form of October Ispen stepped in.

They were her father’s driver, bodyguard, and the family’s butler. For as long as she could remember they had been a constant presence in her life. As Avia did her makeup she saw the reflection of the virus in her mirror. They wore a black suit, with a white dress shirt, an obsidian tie, and impeccably shined shoes. Their skin was white and covered with dark rosewood veins. A stone-cold, serious, expression marked their face. An expression which was even more threatening due to the utter lack of hair on his head and face. Even their eye ridges were entirely void of any hair.

Everything about October Ispen was unsettling. The veins that crawled along their bare skull. Their uncanny talent of being able to stand perfectly still. The black leather gloves they constantly wore. Their unnerving, relentless, brown eyes.

She knew why they were there without them having to say anything.

She sighed and said; “Already?”

October gave her a silent nod.

She shook her head and quickly took the dress she wanted to wear later out of her closet. Avia carefully laid it on her bed. Quickly finding the matching heels she set them at the foot of her bed. Just before leaving her room she slipped on a pair of sleek black boots.

Together the pair walked through the hallway and down the winding staircase.

When they arrived at the landing Avia gave October a pleading stare. They didn’t react. She sighed; not expecting anything else from them. They were her father’s employee after all. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he used his powers to keep October in line. He had done so many times before to other less important people in his employ. He often said that he owed the success of his business to it. People often said that his powers were the only reason he landed her mom. Whether the rumors were true or not she had no idea.

As she rounded the corner and crossed the hallway all these things ran though her mind. She steeled herself before entering the dining room.

He sat at the head of the long, rectangular, dining table. His light gray hair was a bit messy as if he had been stressfully running his hands through it. As always the crawling scar under his right eye glowed lightly. He wore a dark gray jacket over a white dress shirt and a pair of cream colored dress pants. A dark brown belt sat on the waist of his pants. On his ring finger sat a thick, plain silver, wedding band. A series of files covered the area in front of him. In his right hand was a tablet and he held a stylus in his left. He twirled the stylus between his fingers as he read whatever was on the screen. When she entered the room October immediately walked to her father’s side.

Scout Carstairs always liked to keep his possessions close.

He looked up just as Avia walked through the open doors.

“Good morning,” she said.

Returning the sentiment he smiled slightly. The emotion was barely reflected in his eyes. He motioned for her to walk over to him. She did.

He held her hands in his. It was always strange when her father chose to show emotion. Every time he did it felt wrong, as if it was only half there, and fake. But she didn’t flinch away. She didn’t want to deal with any of the aftermath today.

“Happy birthday,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“Do you really want to have the party here?” he asked. “Dad has a lot of work to do, sweetheart, and it might not be a good idea.”

Avia rolled her eyes and let go of his hands. Of course he wanted something from her. He was barely ever nice just for the sake of being nice. Even the trips they had taken in the past were more often work related than not.

“This is about my team coming isn’t it?”

“No, I just--” she cut him off.

“It is! You think they’ll tear the place apart or something. They’re my friends, father. You still want to me be to be the little girl who liked staying inside all day? But that ship has sailed, father. I’m finally being myself and I have friends.”

“Avia, stop,” he said harshly.

“Not until you admit the truth--”

“I SAID STOP!” he yelled.

The lighting of the room shifted as he spoke. The lights dimmed significantly. When she looked at her dad now he seemed to grow twice his size. He loomed over her like a giant. If it was possible October looked even smaller than usual. Scout’s face darkened with anger. His voice now boomed and echoed.

“I can’t have that tattooed punk ruining tonight. He’s uncultured, disrespectful, and vulgar. Even the smallest, cheapest, thing is worth more than his life.”

“Tonight isn’t about you, father. Emery’s coming. They’re all coming.”

Avia was unshaken by her father’s powers. He tended to have his abilities up in some capacity almost all the time so she was accustomed to them. She stood firm and kept her face as calm as possible. She nodded in agreement. Scout was very surprised. Sitting back down he switched it off and the room returned to normal.

“Very well,” he said; returning his attention to his work. “You may go. Paisley would like to go shopping with you. Her present this year, apparently. I do believe she’s waiting out front for you.”

Avia said nothing as she turned on her heels and walked out.

Just like her father said Paisley was waiting for Avia on the front steps of the manor. She wore a slim fitting dress and a pair of black stilettos. The dress was mostly white but there were a few intersecting black lines across it. Some ran vertically and others ran horizontally. A few of the sections were dyed different colors; red, blue, yellow. A pair of black sunglasses sat on her face. She looked stunning as always.

“Didn’t go too bad, I see,” she said as Avia approached.

“Father’s letting my friends attend so I think not.”

Paisley nodded approvingly. She handed her niece a small, thin, rectangular envelope. The paper was clearly expensive and just like the note it was thick. It was black in color and the writing was silver. Avia’s eyes went wide.

“Father said we were going shopping,” she said confused.

“Oh, we are. But, one cannot really shop without stable finances,” she said with a smile.

Avia opened the envelope and the card inside was plain black with a small message. It read; Get yourself something nice, in that same silver font. Inside the card was a thin blue credit card. A small receipt showed how much money was on it. It was a lot more than Avia expected.

“Oh my,” she whispered in shock.

“If your tall, ginger, friend is coming then you’ll need something new. And fabulous. Also, it would greatly anger Scout and that is always a plus.”

Avia smiled and they descended the front steps together.

~~~

While the birthday girl was getting ready so were her friends. The Leach siblings were the first ones dressed and ready. So they met in the hallway outside the rooms and hung out. Mazarin, who was the odd one out in the group, stuck by her older brother. From what she had seen of Avia and her family differed so much from her own Mazarin didn't know what to expect.

"Je," she whispered to him as they waited for the others.

"Is Avia's family nice? Are they like how mom and dad used to be?"

"I don't really know," he said staring off at the opposite wall. "That's more of a question for Kell. He's the only one of us who's met Av's dad. Why? Something wrong?"

Mazarin wrapped her arms around her torso and hugged herself. She dug her toes into the carpet. Jett could tell something was bothering her. He reached over and put his arm around her shoulder; pulling her into a side hug. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Maz," he said. "I'm sure everyone's gonna be fine. We're going to a birthday party after all."

She turned away from the wall and hugged her brother tightly. Her face was buried into the front of his jacket. With her this close he didn't have to hear her to know she was crying. He could feel it. As she silently cried Jett began to slowly, soothingly, stroke her hair.

"I miss them so much," she said; her voice muffled a bit from the fabric of his jacket.

"Me too."

They stood like that for a few more seconds before she let go and wiped her eyes. Jett straightened the front of his his jacket. Then he noticed that her headband had fallen so he fixed it for her. He tucked his finger under her chin and gave her a soft smile.

"Don't you worry, little lady, we've got each other. And that's all that matters."

“Everything alright, Leach?” Walker asked.

Neither of them saw Walker enter the hallway, but, they weren’t bothered.

“Yeah. We’re good,” he said. Noticing the rabbit virus’s attire he chuckled; “You look almost the exact same you do every day, Texas Ranger.”

They wore a white, long-sleeved, button up which covered their upper body. A maroon, double-breasted, vest partially covered the dress shirt. Dark black pants covered their legs and the dark dress shoes poked out from underneath the fabric. A black waistcoat tightly hugged their frame. Their usual goggles were replaced by a black and brown vertical striped top hat. The hat hid their long, black, ears. The outfit was complete with a black tie that sat under the shirt collar.

“He’s right you know,” a voice called from the end of the hallway.

The voice belonged to Isabelle who had just exited her room.

She wore a pastel blue dress and silver colored heels. Her hair was pinned up on one side with silver, sparkling, barrettes. The rest hung down and was neatly curled. The hemline of her dress was shorter in the front, stopping above her knees, and longer in the back. A thin, white, ribbon ran along her waist; separating the sections of the dress. The bottom half was comprised of many layers. The very top layer was sheer and continued to just below her shoulders. Patches of small flowers were embroidered on that layer. She twirled around to show the others the back which was laced up like a corset. A small, white, clutch sat in her right hand.

Walker rolled their eyes at her but said nothing.

“You look nice,” Jett said as Isabelle joined the others with a smile.

Mazarin, who was sitting on the floor, looked up just as Jett spoke. Her eyes went wide and she gasped quietly. Isabelle walked over to where she stood and leaned her back against the wall. She jumped up from the floor and preceded to excitedly talk to Isabelle. She asked the skitty virus a multitude of questions. Jett knew that Mazarin admired Isabelle so he let them talk. He plugged his headphones in his ears and closed his eyes.

Walker spent the time analyzing the various dents, scratches, and stubborn stains that were scattered around the carpet. The four of them were all in their own worlds that none noticed Scribe enter the hallway.

“Ready,” she said; quietly approaching the group.

Scribe wore a dress that stopped just above the knees. The dress was white with gold and blue half oval accents. The design was clearly supposed to look like scales. A thin, light gray, cardigan comfortably sat on her shoulders. She wore an armillary sphere ring that hung from her neck on a thin gold chain. The sphere was open and the five bands circulated over one another. The outermost bands were engraved with simple recesses to form swirls and curves with the metal. Behind those a thicker band was engraved with her name in Atlantean runes. The two middle bands were then like the two outer ones. But, these impressions had a message engraved into the metal. It was written half in binary and half in Atlantean runes. A message just for her from the one who gave her the ring. She wore it on the chain to keep her mom’s memory close by.

Her outfit was complete with a pair of light gray flats.

"Scribe, you look so cute!" Isabelle exclaimed with a beaming smile.

She shrugged and pushed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. Looking away, slightly embarrassed, she muttered her thanks. Returning the compliment she moved over to stand next to the skitty virus.

Holland, Kalenn, and Emery all entered the hallway at the same time.

Holland’s inky black hair was combed back; styled as it usually was in a short pompadour. They wore a dark teal suit. The lapels, and the pockets, were a dark navy. A white dress shirt poked out from underneath the end of the sleeves. Emerging from the collar of the shirt was a bright coral tie. Monochromatic coral paisley designs were embroidered onto the fabric. A matching coral pocket square was neatly folded into a winged puff. Their shoes were white and pointed at the toes. The soles were black and a slight heel. A sliver, rectangular, clasp sat on the outside.

Kalenn wore a short sleeved, black, dress. Much like Isabelle’s dress his was multi-layered. The hemline stopped in the middle of his thighs. Under the dress he wore a pair of gray faux leather pants. But unlike any of the outfits the others wore his was tattered and ripped. He also wore a pair of black boots that stopped at his knees. His outfit was completed with a sheer gray shawl and a silver antler shaped necklace.

Both the dress and the shawl had slits in the back for his wings.

While the couple stopped to talk to the group Emery rushed to sulk behind everyone. It was clear to Walker, who was the only one who saw, that he wanted to hide.

"I'm actually surprised at how well you clean up, Becker," Walker said with a smirk.

As a matter of fact this was the only time most of the team had seen Emery Becker with his natural hair color. His deep black hair wasn't spiked up in his typical mohawk either. It was combed down and slicked back with gel. And he had taken out some of his piercings; the nose ring, the double studs in his eyebrow and the claw shaped ring in his bottom lip. All of his ear piercings remained.

He wore a black leather jacket over a black button up. A bright, plain, white bow-tie sat just under the collar. He wore dark black dress pants and a white belt. The pants were obviously too small for him. The hem of the legs stopped just above the top of his boots. A small section of his mismatched socks poked through.

Despite the clear signs that his attire was hastily thrown together it seemed that Emery had put in an effort.

“Don’t listen to them, Beck,” Jett said. “You look like shit.”

Emery chuckled; “Least I’m not as ugly as you right now. You look like road kill, dude.”

They laughed and playfully threw insults and obscenities at one another until Isabelle made them stop.

Kelly was the last person to enter the hallway. He wore a simple black suit and tie. He was clearly nervous. While he walked over he kept readjusting his sleeve buttons and straightening his tie. Muttering to himself he wasn’t looking where he was walking at all. He was so distracted by his own nerves that he bumped into Walker.

“Watch where you’re going, O’Connor,” they snapped.

“Oh, fuck, sorry,” he said.

"That's everyone," Jett said; trying to take the heat off Kelly. "Let's head down and see what's what."

The group entered the elevator, taking up two of them at the same time, and descended to the lobby. Stepping out of the elevator doors they looked around. Avia had told them that her family’s butler was going to pick up the group. But they were nowhere to be seen. So, the gang decided to wait around until October showed up.

It was a long, boring, wait.

After what seemed like forever a short, bald, virus approached the group. The virus wore a black suit and had a serious expression. The group thought that this might be the person who was supposed to pick them up. Kelly was about to ask them who they were. But he was cut off when the virus lifted their hands and began signing something.

“I.. um, we don’t, uh, rea--” Kelly stammered nervous and unsure of what to say.

But Emery shoved past him, saving him from further embarrassing himself, and said; “Don’t worry, dude. I got this.”

A minute or so passed with Emery and the other virus signing back and forth. Even though he was speaking while he signed the entire exchange was very awkward for the rest of the group. When the short conversation was over Emery motioned for the group to follow.

As they made their way through the parking lot Kelly walked up to Emery and tapped him on the shoulder.

“How’d’ye know how ta do that?”

“Sign?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kelly shrugged and nodded at the same time.

“Kinda had to learn it,” Emery replied with a somber smile. Then he chuckled lightly as if reminiscing about something. “Honestly, Irish, lemme tell ya it was pretty hard to talk to her without it.”

“Who, if ye don’t mind me askin’?”

“My mom.”

Emery jogged to catch up with the others and left Kelly standing in the parking lot with his mouth hanging open in shock.

~~~

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the Carstairs manor. October was instructed to drive fast so they did. The group filed out of the limo and up the front stairs. Most of the group rushed inside, ready to get their party on, except for Jett and Emery. The boys took their time; awestruck by the expanse and the aura of the filthy rich of the place.

Emery felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see October behind them.

Hurry it up, alright, they signed.

Yeah, sorry, he quickly signed back. Then he grabbed Jett by the arm and rushed inside.

The open foyer was spacious and inviting. Streamers hung from the ceiling and along the banister. The streamers were dark eggplant purple and navy blue. A large, rectangular sign, hung across the large chandelier. In the same purple and blue as the streamers the sign read HAPPY BIRTHDAY AVIA. Unsure of where to go the boys hung around and tried to listen to where the party was.

They heard Kelly’s very loud, and extremely awkward, nervous laugh.

The rushed over in that direction.

Stepping into the room they took in the scene. Neither were surprised to find that it was a large ballroom. Just like in the foyer there were purple and blue streamers hanging from the ceiling. On the left hand side of the room there was a long, stylish, buffet table. A wide array of food and desserts lined it. Next to the buffet table there was a smaller one. Bottles of champagne and a bowl of punch sat on it. On the right side of the room there were a series of round tables. Each table had four black chairs and was covered with a white tablecloth.

A small, black, bird shaped, centerpiece sat in the middle of each table.

The rest of the room stayed as the dance floor.

“Over here,” Mazarin called; waving the boys over to their table.

The table that the group had sat was actually two tables pushed together. Someone had fixed the tablecloths so that they covered both tables equally. On either side of the middle of the tables there was a centerpiece. When they approached only Mazarin and Isabelle were there.

“Where’s everyone else?” Emery asked.

Mazarin shrugged as she pulled Jett over to sit next to her. She started filling him in on what he missed.

“Scribe’s getting something to eat.” Isabelle said.

“Holland and Kalenn are slow-dancing; it’s adorable. I think Avia and Kelly are talking to her dad. Not really sure where Walker is though.”

Jett suddenly realized how hungry he was. Asking the others if they wanted anything he got up and walked over to the food. He got himself a plate and then had to awkwardly try and hold it white pouring himself some punch. Then he noticed how stupid he looked. So he set the plate down and poured the punch. Just as he started walking back to the table Kelly walked up to him.

“How’d it go?” Jett asked.

“Feckin’ awkwardly, an’ probably horrible, to be honest.”

“Sorry, bud.”

Kelly shook his head; “Ye don’t get it, Jett. He’s more intimidatin’ than he looks an’ he’s got that scar on his face. Ye can’t ignore that shit. No matter how much ye try.”

“Hey, Jett, can I ask ya somethin’?” Kelly asked; clearly changing the subject.

“Sure, what’s up?”

Kelly explained the earlier events as quickly and clearly as he could. His hands moved about wildly and his talked too fast. But he repeated himself enough so Jett eventually got the gist.

“It’s not my place to say. That’s something you really gotta ask him, Kell.”

Jett walked back to the group’s table.

While Jett left him alone Avia walked up behind Kelly. She tapped him on the arm. He turned around with a smile. Avia grabbed his face and gave him a long, deep, kiss. His bright, blue, eyes went wide for a split second. Then he relented and melted into the kiss. When she let go she lead him by the hand to the dance floor.

~~~

The couple danced close.

Avia felt a tap on her shoulder. She ignored the obvious vie for her attention. Whoever this was they could wait. In this moment it was just her and Kelly. His arms were around her waist. She had placed her arms over his shoulders. They were looking into each other's eyes; swaying back and forth.

Whoever stood behind Avia loudly cleared their throat. They spoke with a conceited and very posh accent. The voice alone exuded a pompous and conceited air.

"Pardon my intrusion but I haven't given the birthday girl my respects."

Avia knew exactly who it was without needing to see his face.

Elias Dekkart.

He was the son of one of her father's business associates. Dallas Dekkart and Scout Carstairs had known each other since the earliest days of his business. She was one of the few people Scout trusted with his life. They often met for lunch or dinner to advise each other on business matters. From time to time the adults would spend entire days with one another surveying other business prospects.

Which meant that Avia and Elias had spent a lot of time together as young sprites. Over the years he developed an intense crush on her. While she never expressed even the slightest return of his affections he persisted. She hadn’t seen him in a very long time and she wanted to keep it that way. Hearing his voice put a damper on her mood but she had been taught better than to ignore guests no matter how unwanted they were.

So she put on a smile and turned around.

He wore a black pinstripe suit with a plain black tie. A silver tie clip kept the fabric in place. In his breast pocket sat a bright white pocket square; folded neatly. Wine red veins covered his daisy white skin. His chocolate brown eyes matched his perfectly coiffed hair. Everything about his attire and his look had a pretentious opulence to it. Even his stance was overtly grandiose.

"Oh, Elias, it's been so long I almost didn't recognize you," she said in an obviously bothered tone of voice.

"Whereas I could never forget your beautiful face. Many happy returns of the day, my dear."

He took her hand and kissed it gingerly. As he slowly, and very uncomfortably, let go Kelly stepped up next to Avia. She made a big show of kissing him. He understood what she was getting at so he too made a very obvious display as he hugged her. The message was clear and she hoped Elias would get it this time around.

She would never be his.

"Who might this be, my dear?"

The question was meant for Avia but she deferred to her boyfriend. It only made sense that he introduced himself after all. Kelly stared Elias down and stood on the balls of his feet; making himself appear even taller. Elias didn't seem to be intimidated but then again Kelly knew next to nothing about the young man.

"Name's Kelly Ronan O'Connor and I'm her boyfriend."

Elias stuck out his hand and introduced himself. Kelly didn't take the offered hand. Instead he muttered something about "being absolutely parched" and walked away. It was clear to both Avia and Elias that he was mocking the unwanted guest. Barely five feet away Kelly looks over his shoulder and cocked his head to the side. Avia saw the slight gesture and excused herself.

She turned around and called to Elias, mimicking his accent; “Don’t embarrass yourself by crying to mummy.”

Elias Dekkart was left alone.

~~~

The group spent the rest of the night having the best time. Scribe and Avia started devising a plan to get Elias out of her hair for good. In void of paper they had been typing notes in their phones and drawing maps on napkins. Jett, Mazarin, and Isabelle danced together. Holland and Kalenn were sitting at the group’s table making up stories about the other party-goers.

At some point in the night Emery took control of the DJ booth. He rummaged through the pre-set music before getting rid of all of it. With an over the top motion and gravitas he reached into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. He pulled out one of the very few copies of Midnight Decoy’s first CD.

Without even giving it a second thought he put it on. Seeing the anger on Scout Carstairs’ face made him smile.

Almost out of nowhere Walker appeared at his side.

“Pissing off her old man?”

“You know it,” he said with a nod and a smirk.

“I have an idea. Be right back.”

Walker rushed off without another word.

Meanwhile Scout was sitting near the entrance. He was sitting with Paisley and Dallas Dekkart. The latter had five glasses of champagne and was starting on her sixth. The Carstairs siblings were daintily drinking their champagne in moderation. October, the ever dutiful butler, stood within earshot of Scout. Elias rushed over to his mother and tapped her on the shoulder. Dallas tried her best to hang on to her son’s words but she was very drunk.

He desperately threw some water in her face and said; “She told me off, mother. Her and her ginger boy toy. I was just trying to be nice.”

“What? Scout, is this true?” Dallas exclaimed.

“October, be a lamb and tell Avia to play nice,” Scout said.

“Don’t listen to him,” Paisley said. “She doesn’t like this sniveling brat and she’s quite within her rights to. He’s been after her since they were sprites.”

Unsure of what to do October walked over to the birthday girl anyway.

October stood there until Avia noticed them. Scribe actually took notice of the virus first. She tapped Avia on the shoulder and pointed toward October. Avia looked at them and they gestured to where Dallas and Elias were sitting. They began signing to her but then remembered that she didn’t know ASL. But it seemed that she figured it out quickly enough with the context. Avia eventually gathered the guts to tell October to roughly escort the Dekkarts out of her house. They did without the slightest hesitation. Much to their surprise Emery joined them. As they telepathically threw Elias and Dallas out the front door Emery stepped up next to them.

Just as Elias rose to his feet Emery let out a glass-shattering scream. Both of the Dekkarts fell on their backs.

Slamming the doors in the Dekkarts’ faces the two of them went back to the party. Instead of joining the others they hung around the buffet table and talked in ASL.

You sign fluently.

Thanks. Had a pretty good teacher.

You have stories don’t you?

Tell you mine if you tell me yours, Emery signed with a smirk.

Meanwhile Walker went around messing with the decorations. They made sure to do so without being seen. After a while Kalenn and Holland joined in. The trio went around popping balloons and tangling streamers. Emery went back to playing music from the unmanned DJ booth. Kelly began spraying, and drinking, the champagne over Avia like she just won NASCAR. Walker ran to the coat room and came back with bags full of silly string. They threw cans out to everyone and the group ran around spraying each other with silly string. Some overturned tables and teamed up as if they were playing paintball.

Scout watched all of this in silent horror.

“Leave them be, brother,” Paisley said; laying a hand on his shoulder. “They’re just kids. They’ll tire themselves out eventually.”

She was right and they did. Tired, and out of ideas, Isabelle was the first to start dozing off. Over time they all began to succumb to the lull of sleep. Jett tried to rally the group so they could get back to the hotel. But Avia shot him in the face with silly string; effectively shutting him up. Emery and Mazarin laughed and after a bit so did Jett.

After a bit more of silly string fighting the group collapsed into a massive dog pile on the ballroom floor.

“Sleepover!” Mazarin yelled as she crawled into the pile.

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

First Shot at a prompt!! Okay... Small angst but happy ending. It's Virgil's birthday and Remy, Logan, Roman & Patton are planning a surprise birthday party for him!!! But... Them keeping it a secret makes Virgil think that they forgot.

*sips warm chocolate* You seem to know me far to well XD(angst and fluff is so my jam)

((It is waaaaaaaaaaaaay longer than the previous prompts (and a bit more world building.. idk) so A LOT of it is under read more))’

*looks at all the words**presses post button*YEEEEEEEEEEET!

Remy entered the cafe he knew Virgil’s friends were at, Virgil would have been with them if he wasn’t currently home due to a nasty cold. Remy looked around before he caught sight of the trio. Logan sat with his head in a book, Roman was clearly telling a story with how much his body moved, Patton listening with rapt attention nodding along with a blinding smile.

He waltzed over a big grin on his lips.

  “’Sup Gurls!” he called, Logan looked up from his book, Patton let his eyes leave Roman to look at Remy and he waved with a smile in greeting, Roman closed his mouth having clearly been in the middle of explaining something overly dramatic explanation of what had happened.

  “HI Remy!” Patton said grinning back.

  “Salutations.” Logan stated

  “Greetings.” Roman responded once he’d realised who it was that interrupted his epic story.

Patton moved closer to the wall to give Remy space to sit on the couch at the table. Remy smiled and sat down, taking a sip from the drink he had gotten before moving over to them.

  “What brings you here, Remy?” Patton asked “Is Virgil okay? he wrote that he’s sick.”

  “The kid’s fine, he just caught a nasty cold, the most he’s doing is moving from the bed to the bathroom.” Patton opened his mouth to ask something but Remy already knew and started talking before Patton could ask “And i made sure to leave enough rations for him to eat from, a thermos with soup and tea and some sandwiches. He’ll be back to normal in no time.” Patton closed his mouth and smiled. “But that isn’t the reason as to why I came here.” Remy said and leaned his head forward to look over his sunglasses. “It’s ma baby bro’s b-day soon, and what do you three say about helping me throwing him a surprise party?”

  “OOOH! I’D LOVE TO!” Patton cheered

  “That will be satisfactory.” Logan said giving away one of his rare smiles

  “It will be EPIC!” Roman said in his dramatic flare. Remy grinned.

Virgil would surely love it!

Virgil woke up with a groan, checking the time on his phone, he groaned louder when he saw the time and the date.

It was 7 in the morning and his birthday.

  “To frigging early.” Virgil grumbled as he rolled over to his side closing his eyes, showing the world that he was gonna go back to sleep.30 minutes later left him no closer to sleep than before.

his phone suddenly pinged causing Virgil to groan and roll over again grabbing the phone to see three messages, he pulled his phone closer squinting at the to bright screen before he lowered the intensity to see three messages, one from Thomas, Joan and Talyn, and one from Thomas alone, and to Virgil’s surprise one from Lilly. He unlocked his phone to see what the messages said.

The one from Thomas, Joan and Talyn said nothing but Happy Birthday in all caps and surrounded by heart and party emojis. Virgil smiled slightly at the overuse only causing him to snort. the message from Thomas alone was almost an whole essay on how much he wished Virgil a happy day and how happy he was for having him as a friend. Virgil would deny any claim that he cried a bit. the one from Lilly was a short gif of her giving the phone screen a fist-bump with the letters “You got this.“ Virgil smiled, she was the one who had given the advice to try therapy and had found Dr. Pecani’s place, Virgil hadn’t thanked her enough for it. even if it took Remy to literary drag him there the first time due to Virgil almost succeeding in barricading himself in the bathroom due to the stress of meeting someone new and god forbid TALKING!

Virgil answered the texts before he sat up and decided that he would just get bored if he stayed in bed any longer if he couldn’t fall asleep again.

The house was silent and Virgil groaned for the third time since he woke up to see the world covered in white.

  “We live in Florida, how the fudge is there snow outside!” he grumbled before entering the kitchen fixing a sandwich for breakfast before starting the tv and aimlessly watched the early terrible shows on it, to lazy and uncaring to change the channel or start Netflix.

  “What in Starbucks names are you doing awake?!” a sleepy voice suddenly said from the stairs causing Virgil to look up at a disgruntled Remy, his hair was a mess and he was still half asleep.

  “My body decided that 7 am was the time to wake up.”

  “That was 3 hours ago.” Remy groaned before he entered the kitchen. the sounds of him fixing breakfast filtered into the living room.

  “Wait.” Remy suddenly said leaning out from the doorway, holding a cartoon of milk and the box of cereal in his hands, looking more awake than when he came down from the bedrooms. “Don’t you have a session with Emile today?”

  “Not until 14.” Virgil replied. Remy nodded before he returned into the kitchen. Virgil felt a small sense of confusion, why hadn’t Remy said anything about what day it was? he was usually quit good at keeping tabs on things like this. Sure Remy did have a tendency to go a bit overboard with the gifts, but he never forgot a birthday, but still, now when Virgil started to think about it, Remy, Logan, Roman and even Patton hadn’t even mentioned his birthday approaching.

Virgil didn’t notice Remy sit down on the cough next to him, holding his bowl of cereal in one hand and spoon in the other, he looked at the tv screen before snorting and reached for the remote and changed the channel to Cartoon-Networks. he sent a look to Virgil only to stiffen, he knew the face Virgil made when he was thinking to hard and to dark. Remy put his bowl on the table before the cough before he turned to face his little brother.

  “Virgil?” he called, and got no reaction. “Hey, Virge.” Remy placed his hand on Virgil’s knee, feeling him jolt at the sudden touch. Virgil blinked before looking at Remy. “What’s wrong?”

  “… Nothing…” Virgil said looking away.

  “Hey, please don’t lie to me.”

  “It’s nothing really.”

  “Virgil. if you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong, could you at least tell Emile, just to not bottle it up?” Remy pleaded. Virgil sent him a look before exhaling.

  “Fine.” he grunted.

Emile picked up on Virgil’s distress instantly when he entered the room.

  “Hey Virgil, do you how do?”

  “Fine… i guess” Virgil said and shrugged

  “OH! its your birthday today isn’t it?! Happy birthday Virgil!” Emile said throwing his arms out and grinning.

Virgil smiled but it was a bit strained. Emile noticed even if he didn’t point it out until a while into the meeting.

  “What is troubling you Virgil?” he asked “I noticed you seemed more ‘agitated’ when you first walked in.” Emile said in a calm tone as he sent Virgil the question, Virgil stiffened, opening his mouth to day that it was nothing, but he had promised Remy to talk to Emile about it… and Virgil was not someone to back out of a promise without a very good reason to.

  “It’s just-” he sighed fiddling with his hoodie “I-”

  “Hey, It’s okay to express yourself. Take the time you need to gather your thoughts.” Virgil sighed slumping in the sofa before he rubbed his hand against his neck.

  “It’s kinda stupid.”

  “Humour me.” Emile said with a serious tone “No feeling is stupid.”

  “It’s just… it’s my birthday today… but only you, Thomas, Talyn, Joan and Lilly has said anything…” Virgil’s voice cracked

  “Hey, it’s okay, grab some tissues. Let’s work some issues.” Emile said as he moved the tissue box over to Virgil who took it with shaking hands

  “I’m scared that the others have forgotten… they haven’t even said anything about it… nor asked me what i want, like they did last year…”

Emile grimaced behind his notepad “You can be a bit to good in keeping secrets, Remy.” Emile thought before he gave Virgil a smile.

  “I’m doubt they have forgotten about your Birthday, Virgil, they love you very much, and i can say that from a personal view point. we all love you.” Virgil snorted slightly as he rubbed one of the tissues under his eyes, smudging the eye shadow way more than before and making the tissue turn grey.

  “Thanks-” he croaked out.

Virgil had decided to walk home from the meeting with Emile that day, to clear his head, he most often than not did this, and now with the snow still covering the ground the cold helped him keep his mind from spiralling.

He halted once he could see the apartment he and Remy shared when both of them started at the same college, tho ten years apart. there were a few cars to many at the drive way, Remy’s old slightly rusted Lamborghini stood as normal on the driveway, but it was the two other cars that caused him to halt, Remy hadn’t mentioned anything about them having visitors.

  “Remy you are so dead.” Virgil growled as he walked over to the door, pushing his anxiety down as he opened the door the apartment was silent and… dark? Virgil blinked wasn’t Remy home?

  “Remy?!” Virgil called as he removed his jacket and boots “If you’re passed out on the cough again i swear i’m not to be blamed for whatever happens to your face!” he thought he heard a stifled snort from the living room. Virgil stilled, before he moved closer, then the moment he entered the lights were turned on

  “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” a choir of voices called. Virgil startled taking a step back as his eyes widened and he took in the scene, Patton stood in the middle with a beaming smile, holding a gigantic birthday cake full of burning candles, with the purple letters “Happy Birthday Virgil” with a heart written on it in Logan’s organised yet beautiful writing. Logan stood next to him with a smal smile of his own. Roman was grinning there he stood next to a table full of presents. Thomas, Joan and Talyn was there as well all smiling at him. Emile was there as well and he gave Virgil a small wave still smiling. Remy was no where to be seen. 

  “You knew?!” Virgil asked the therapist who gave away a sheepish smile

  “Yeah… but i was told not to say anything, and i wanted to tell you right there and then… but I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

  “Wait.” Virgil said looking around, instantly on guard “Where’s Remy?” just as the name left his lips two strong hands grabbed him from behind hoisting him up in the air. causing Virgil to scream

  “No touching the Face!” Remy laughed as he pulled Virgil into a bear hug, still keeping his feet from touching the floor.

  “GUAH! LET ME DOWN!” Virgil barked struggling in the hold. laughter echoed in the room and the sound of a camera. Virgil was put back to the floor and Remy just ruffled his hair.

  “Happy birthday, Virge.”

  “Now!” Patton called gaining everyone’s attention “CAKE!”