#it would not take a kid much leg work for someone to find an english translation if they wanted it

[tautozhone]

can argue to death with me about how age restrictions on youtube are necessary but i will be DAMNED before i say Hinds Hall deserved to be age restricted. average american child on youtube can listen to H*rbu D*rbu (censoring in hopes to avoid algorithm engagement with the song) which is IOF praising genocidal propaganda, and- big fucking shocker- its not age restricted. i’m 100% sure the only reason Hind’s Hall was restricted was to deliberately suppress and avoid the spread of the song.

[justlemmeadoreyou]

solace* (famous!harry x masseuse!y/n)

summary: harry is in need of some unwinding and destressing, and he finds the perfect masseuse for that. they end up growing much closer than the relationship they began with, but it's never that easy, is it?

words: 6.4k (she's long)

warnings: smut in this one: p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cursing, dirty talk, fingering, creampie.

"Just lay down on the table and relax. I'll take good care of you."

Y/N tried to keep her voice steady and professional as she greeted her new client, the one and only Harry Styles. The famous former athlete turned singer was lying face down on the massage table, a towel draped over his lower body.

Y/N had been a masseuse at this high-end spa for two years, but she had never worked on someone so famous before. She was intimidated but determined not to show it. Treating Harry just like any other client was the only way she could get through this.

"You're the expert," Harry's muffled voice came from the face cradle. "I'm in your hands."

Y/N gulped at the unintended innuendo. Get it together, she scolded herself. This is strictly business.

She warmed up some lotion in her hands and began working on Harry's muscular back and shoulders. Almost immediately, she could feel the tightness and knots from years of intense athletic training.

"You've got a lot of built-up tension in here," she commented, digging her fingers in to loosen a stubborn knot. "What sort of athletic background are we working with?"

"Footie, if you go by my English roots," Harry said, sucking in a sharp breath as she worked a particularly tender spot. "Played striker on an academy team as a kid before my interests shifted to music in my late teens."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, impressed. She had no idea Harry was such a talented athlete on top of his musical skills. Somehow that made her former crush on him even more intimidating.

As she moved down to his lower back, she tried to keep her touches clinical and impersonal. But she couldn't help noticing how toned Harry's body was, the muscles rippling beneath her hands. 

Stop ogling him, you're being completely unprofessional! She gave herself another firm mental rebuke.

For a while, the only sounds were Harry's occasional groans as Y/N dug into his tight knots and the relaxing spa music playing softly in the background. But eventually, Harry broke the silence.

"You know, you seem a bit nervous around me. Is it because I'm....well, me?"

Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She should have known he would pick up on her awkwardness.

"I'm just trying to stay focused," she mumbled, unable to keep the embarrassment out of her voice entirely. "I don't want to slip up and disappoint an important client like yourself."

To her surprise, Harry let out a low chuckle. "Love, I may be famous but I'm just a regular bloke like any other. No need to be nervous."

His voice was warm and full of humor, putting Y/N more at ease. She realized she had been building him up as some intimidating celebrity in her mind when really he seemed down-to-earth.

Feeling emboldened, she decided to open up a bit. "To be honest, I may have...had a bit of a crush on you back in the day. Your music was a big part of my teen years."

"Is that so?" Harry sounded both flattered and amused. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment from a pretty lady like yourself."

Y/N felt her traitorous cheeks heating up again. Were they...flirting now? She couldn't tell if he was just being charming or if there was real interest there.

She tried to keep things professional as she moved on to his arms and legs, though her lingering shyness made it difficult. Harry seemed to sense it, not pushing things but keeping up his friendly banter that had her laughing in spite of herself.

By the end of the ninety minutes, Y/N was disappointed for the massage to be over. Some of the intimidation had faded, replaced by an easy rapport. Almost as if...they could really be friends, or more, not just client and masseuse.

As Harry redressed and prepared to leave, he paused and gave her a heart-stoppingly charming smile. "Same time next week? I'll need to keep these knots at bay."

Y/N couldn't resist smiling back, a warm flutter in her belly. "I'll be here. It's a date."

Wait, did she actually just say that?! She wanted to cringe at her awkward choice of words.

But Harry just chuckled easily, not seeming bothered at all. "A date it is, then. I look forward to it."

As he sauntered out, Y/N exhaled a long breath. Suddenly, her job had gotten a lot more...interesting.

Over the next few months, Y/N looked forward to Harry's weekly appointments increasingly more. They had fallen into an easy, teasing back-and-forth during their sessions peppered with plenty of flirtatious banter. 

At first, Y/N firmly kept things within professional boundaries, no matter how strong her crush was growing. Harry may be a laid back, regular guy, but he was still a client at the end of the day.

However, the more she got to know the real Harry beyond his famous persona, the harder it became not to develop deeper feelings. His sharp wit, endless warmth and care for those around him, and genuine humility all endeared him to Y/N enormously.

For his part, Harry seemed to be growing quite fond of Y/N as well. He playfully requested she work extra hard on his "problem areas" and loved to tease her about her technique and bedroom eyes whenever she was really concentrating. Y/N would pretend to be flustered, but secretly loved their charged back-and-forth.

One week, Harry didn't show up for his usual appointment. Y/N tried not to feel too disappointed, figuring he must have just been busy. But when he missed his spot the following week as well with no notice, she began to worry something was wrong.

"Everything okay with Harry?" she couldn't help asking the spa receptionist. "I haven't seen him for his appointments lately."

The petite blonde receptionist gave her a sly grin. "Haven't you heard? There was an issue with his latest music release, so he's been dealing with that whole mess the past couple weeks."

Y/N frowned, concerned. Harry hadn't mentioned anything about work issues. Then again, she realized they had become so comfortable with each other that she always viewed him through a friend's lens rather than a client's now. 

Making a snap decision, Y/N pulled out her phone and drafted a text to the number Harry had given her months ago, just in case she ever needed to reschedule his slot.

"Hey there, just checking in! Missed you the past couple weeks and wanted to make sure everything is alright?"

She hit send before she could overthink it, her heart fluttering nervously. This was wildly unprofessional to text a client like this, even if Harry had become more of a friend really.

To her surprise, Harry texted back almost immediately.

"Y/N! Was just thinking about you, funny enough. I'm so sorry for going MIA, it's been a madhouse with this new album mess. Let me make it up to you with dinner this weekend?"

Y/N's eyes widened as she re-read the text. Was Harry...asking her on a date? Or was he just being friendly and suggesting they grab a bite to catch up? She wasn't sure, but her heart was pounding either way.

Throwing caution to the wind, she typed: "It's a date. Looking forward to it!"

If her massages with Harry had been growing increasingly charged lately, Y/N could only imagine how electric an actual date with him would be...

The rest of the week dragged by interminably for Y/N as she counted down to her dinner with Harry. She agonized over what to wear, settling on a slinky red dress that walked the line between casual date and fancy night out perfectly.

When Saturday evening finally arrived, Y/N felt uncharacteristically nervous as she pulled up to the chic restaurant Harry had chosen. What if she had been misreading everything and this was just a friendly dinner after all? She didn't want to make things weird if that was the case.

But the second Harry opened the door to greet her, looking unfairly handsome in a slick black button-down, her worries melted away. He was giving her the same heated look he got when she was working out a tight knot in his muscles - unmistakably attracted and intrigued.

"You look positively stunning, love," he murmured, taking her hand and giving it a delicate kiss. "Though I don't know what I was expecting, you always manage to blow me away."

Y/N felt her face heating up at his unabashed flattery, her pulse racing. She couldn't resist giving his bicep a playful squeeze.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, popstar. Now are we going to eat, or did you just invite me out to shamelessly flirt?"

Harry grinned wickedly. "Why can't we do both?"

The evening passed in a blur of delicious food, sinfully good wine, and the most scintillating conversation Y/N had ever experienced. She and Harry swapped stories, teased and joked, and delved into surprisingly deep philosophical discussions, all without missing a beat.

By the time they were splitting a decadent slice of chocolate cake for dessert, Y/N felt more relaxed and giddy than she had in years. Despite all her nervous buildup, the date was turning out perfectly.

"You know," Harry began conversationally as he licked some icing off his fork in a way that made Y/N's mouth go dry. "When you started as my masseuse, I'll admit I figured you were just another pretty face hired by the spa. Starstruck and nervous around me because of my image and all that rot."

Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his words, but Harry grinned teasingly to show he meant no offense. 

"But you proved me absolutely wrong in the best way possible, darling. Your skill and your spirit both blew me away. You're always so professional, but with this amazing warm heart and sharp wit just beneath the surface."

Y/N couldn't help smiling bashfully at his earnest compliments. "Well, you hardly made it easy to stay focused and impersonal, Mr. Cheeky Flirtmaster. I'm just glad we were able to become...friends."

She said the last word tentatively, wondering if Harry felt the same growing sense that they had become something more than that recently. His heated gaze and body language said as much, but she didn't want to assume.

Harry seemed to pick up on her hesitancy, his green eyes crinkling at the corners fondly.

"Y/N, I think we both know our 'friendship' has evolved into something deeper, at least for me. I've fancied you for months, maybe longer if I'm being honest with myself. You're bloody brilliant - smart, talented, caring, with a rocking body that drives me spare in the best way."

He reached across the table to take her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. The tender intimacy of the gesture made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"What I'm asking is...would you want to make this official? Give us a real go as more than just mates?"

Y/N felt like the breath had been knocked out of her lungs. She had imagined hearing those words from Harry's lips more times than she could count. But now that he had actually said them, she was temporarily stunned into silence.

Seeing her speechlessness, Harry chuckled warmly. "No need to answer right this second, love. I know it's a lot to process coming from your formerly famous client-turned-mate. Just think it over, yeah?"

Y/N finally managed to find her voice, emboldened by the caring warmth in Harry's eyes. She turned her palm over, lacing their fingers together decisively.

"You don't have to give me time, Harry. I've been crazy about you for ages if I'm honest. Of course I want to give us a real shot. I can't think of anything I want more."

The brilliant smile that spread across Harry's face sent tingles down Y/N's spine. He brought her knuckles to his lips, brushing a soft kiss there.

"Then it's official. We're a couple now."

Y/N felt giddy, like the words were a dream. Her and Harry Styles, the man she'd fancied for years, were entering a relationship together. What were the odds?

"Should we, uh, keep things professional at the spa still?" she asked, suddenly wondering if their new situation would make things weird.

To her surprise, Harry shook his head adamantly. "Actually, I was thinking of finding a new masseuse. I wouldn't want to put you in an awkward position having to work on your boyfriend's body every week, tempting as that sounds."

He gave her a heated look and Y/N felt a rush of arousal, imagining all the new layers their massages would take on now.

"Fair point. I don't think I could keep things totally professional anymore either," she admitted with a coy smile.

Harry signaled for the check, keeping Y/N's hand linked with his posessively. "Then it's settled. I'm all yours now, darling. Though fair warning, I'll expect my massages in private from here on out."

The tone of his voice made Y/N shiver pleasantly in anticipation. Oh, this romance was going to be incredibly fun.

***

Over the next few months, Y/N felt like she was living in a wonderful dream. She and Harry were inseparable, their bonds of friendship strengthening into an unbreakable foundation as their passion grew.

They went on romantic dates, attended glamorous celebrity events, and spent long cozy nights together at Harry's place. Y/N felt herself falling harder and harder for the kind, charismatic man who never failed to dote on her or cheer her on.

One evening, Harry surprised her by having a limo pick her up from work at the spa. Y/N raised her eyebrows in amused confusion as she slid into the sleek black car, wondering what her doting boyfriend was up to now.

To her delighted shock, Harry was waiting inside wearing a dashing tuxedo. He held out a rose to her with a warm smile. 

"My love, you look as breathtaking as ever. Are you ready for our night on the town?"

Y/N laughed giddily, feeling like a princess in a fairytale as Harry showered her with kisses. "You'll have to tell me where we're going, love!"

"Well, first we have dinner reservations at the city's most exclusive new restaurant. And afterward..." Harry trailed off teasingly before pulling a pair of tickets from his inner jacket pocket. "I've arranged for us to have a private vip loge at the opera!"

Y/N's jaw dropped. She knew Harry took great pride in planning thoughtful, romantic gestures, but she was blown away by this grand occasion. The evening was straight out of a storybook.

"Harry, this is...I can't even put into words," she breathed in amazement. "You are the singularly most incredible, thoughtful man in existence. How'd I ever get so lucky?"

Harry just grinned boyishly, giving her a wink as the limo pulled away from the curb. "You deserve all of this and more, darling. Tonight is just a start."

The rest of the evening passed in a blissful whirlwind. Y/N and Harry sipped gourmet cocktails as candles flickered between them at the restaurant. Their heated looks and brushing footsies beneath the table made the anticipation crackle deliciously. 

After the stunning five-star cuisine, Harry surprised Y/N again by hiring a violinist at the opera to serenade them privately in the vip loge while the show played out on stage. He held her close as they swayed to the rich, emotive music, looking into each other's eyes adoringly.

By the time they arrived back home in the limo, Y/N could barely keep her hands off her romantic prince of a boyfriend. She attacked his mouth hungrily as he lifted her into his arms, stumbling inside as they continued to devour each other.

That night was a blur of frantic lovemaking, tearing at clothes and tangling in the bed sheets as release was desperately chased between them. Y/N had never felt so thoroughly worshiped and cherished as when Harry was passionately laying claim to every inch of her body, branding her as his own with his scorching caresses.

"You're everything, Y/N," he groaned into the slick skin of her neck as she writhed beneath him. "My whole bloody universe, all the stars in the sky. Nothing means more to me than you, my perfect girl."

After, when the frenzied haze cleared, Harry held Y/N with indescribable tenderness like she was the most precious thing in existence. Which to him, she absolutely was. Her hands stroked through his sweat-dampened chestnut locks as he pressed fervent kisses to her collarbones, her sternum, everywhere his full lips could reach.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" he murmured, more to himself than her as he gazed up at Y/N reverently. "My entire world in these arms."

Y/N had no words, rendered speechless by the depth of love emanating from her man's bright green eyes. So she simply held him closer, letting her touch express everything her heart was too overwhelmed to put into phrases.

Of course, there were still hints of Harry's internal struggles with fame and the immense pressures of his career. The more Y/N got to know him intimately, the more she saw the tightly-wound tension that still crept into his muscles and posture frequently.

It killed her to see Harry in pain or overwhelmed, dealing silently with the weight of Hollywood's demands. So she made it her mission to take care of him, just like when she was his masseuse but in more intimate ways now.

After an especially grueling day of meetings and recording sessions, Y/N would draw Harry a hot bath infused with relaxing essential oils. She would gently undress him, unable to resist pressing soothing kisses along the protesting knots in his shoulders and back. Harry would let out deep rumbles of pleasure at her therapeutic touch.

One draining evening after he had done promo interviews all day followed by a high-energy concert, Harry came home to their penthouse utterly spent. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion and his mouth was drawn into a tight line, shoulders hunched under the weight of his weariness.

Taking one look at her love in such a depleted state tore at Y/N's heartstrings. She quickly sprang into action, knowing just what he needed to recharge and find his center again.

"Go have a long, hot shower, babe," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Harry's furrowed brow. "I'll take care of everything else."

While Harry dragged himself to the bathroom, Y/N set about creating the perfect soothing atmosphere in their bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a warm golden glow and lit a few spicy aromatherapy candles. Then she pulled out her professional massage table and arranged it with all her favorite oils and lotions.

By the time Harry emerged from the steamy bathroom wearing nothing but a plush robe, Y/N had the space utterly transformed into a private spa oasis. Soft nature soundscapes played lightly in the background, blending with the flicker of candlelight to create an ambiance of pure tranquility.

Harry's brow unfurrowed slightly as he took in the scene, a small smile playing at his lips. "You're too good to me, darling," he rumbled in that gruff, sleepy tone Y/N adored.

"Mmm, not possible," Y/N assured with a soft smile, helping Harry shrug off his robe so he could climb onto the table completely nude. 

She warmed up some of the aromatic sandalwood oil between her palms before beginning her sensual ministrations along the perfect terrain of Harry's back and shoulders. His tight muscles instantly began loosening under her skilled touch.

Harry let out a deep, relieved groan as Y/N's strong hands found each knotted snarl and gently worked them loose. He practically melted into the table, boneless and pliant beneath her.

"S'why I love you so much," he slurred, the profound tension seeping from his body. "Always know just how to take care of me, dove."

Y/N hummed in contentment, leaning down to press a line of soothing kisses along the dips of Harry's spine. Between her mouth and her fingers spreading hot oil into every bunched muscle group, he was soon utterly liquid and relaxed. 

This went on for almost two blissful hours, Y/N taking her time to reverently cover every last inch of Harry's body in her healing touch. At one point she gently turned him over to tend to his chest, abdomen, and the handful of other areas he accumulated strain.

By the time she was finished, Harry was borderline unconscious - eyes hooded, face perfectly lax, breaths coming in deep and even pulls. Y/N trailed one last stroke down the miles of inked and toned skin he had exposed to her. Her beautiful boy, wholly at peace once more.

Pressing tender kisses to each of Harry's closed eyelids, Y/N carefully covered him with a plush duvet before slipping out of the bedroom. As much as she would love to stay and watch over him, she knew he needed to fully surrender to restorative sleep now.

Y/N headed to the kitchen, deciding to prepare one of Harry's favorite home cooked meals for when he woke feeling replenished and ravenous. As she moved around the space chopping vegetables and searing chicken, her mind couldn't help drifting to thoughts of the wonderful man in the other room.

She felt so unutterably lucky to be the one person in Harry's life allowed to take care of his weary body and soul in such an intimate way. All the fame, fortune, and success in the world was meaningless to Y/N, compared to earning his unwavering trust and being able to soothe away his struggles whenever they arose.

When Harry finally padded into the kitchen a couple hours later, he looked noticeably refreshed and at peace. There was a soft, dazed expression playing on his features as his bright eyes landed on Y/N in an oversized shirt cooking away.

"There she is," he rasped in that deep, gorgeously gravelly morning voice of his. "Most beautiful sight in the world."

Y/N grinned, warmth blossoming in her chest at the open adoration on Harry's face. Even after going through a draining day, he still couldn't help being an outrageous charmer with her.

"Did you get enough beauty sleep, love?" she teased lightly, moving across the room to wind her arms around his trim waist.

Harry hummed in contentment, ducking his head to nuzzle into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her familiar honeysuckle scent deeply, as if letting the aroma soothe his very soul.

"More than enough. I feel reborn, all thanks to you taking such incredible care of me as always." One of his large hands trailed up and down her back. "You spoil me rotten, darling."

"And you love every second of it," Y/N murmured with a soft laugh, tilting her chin up to search his sparkling green gaze.

The tender look Harry returned her with stole her breath away, like it still did even after all this time together. His calloused thumb traced the line of her cheekbone reverently.

"How could I not?" His low rumble sent tingles down her spine. "When you pour so much love and devotion into everything you do for me. Makes me fall deeper every damn day, dove."

As their mouths slanted together in a searing, drugging kiss, Y/N couldn't dream of a response. Because there were truly no words sufficient enough to capture the cosmic love between them in that moment.

Of course, their intimate times weren't always just about relaxation either. Y/N's massages frequently led to much more heated activities once Harry was completely de-stressed, his desire for her building as she worked her magic on his body.

Harry loved nothing more than to suddenly flip their positions, pinning Y/N to the bed and attacking her neck and collarbone with hot, hungry kisses. His hands would grip her curves possessively as she writhed beneath him.

"You've woken the beast, darling," he would growl in her ear, making her shiver with delicious anticipation. "Now you'll have to tame him."

Their lovemaking was always passionate and intense, the depth of their connection shining through in how perfectly in-sync their bodies were. Y/N never felt more beautiful, powerful, and utterly cherished than when Harry was worshiping every inch of her with his hands, lips, and tongue.

Sometimes their couplings started not from a massage, but simply from them stealing heated looks while going about their day. Like the time Y/N was baking in the kitchen, shaking her hips to the beat of the pop song playing while she rolled out pie dough, careless and free of the world around her.

She didn't notice Harry sidle up behind her until his strong arms wound around her waist, tugging her flush against his solid chest. His lips found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking a blistering path up to the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy.

"Look at you," he rumbled in that gravelly morning tone of his as Y/N gasped and arched back into his sturdy frame. "Being all sexy and domestic, tempting a bloke with something fierce."

Y/N bit back a throaty moan as Harry's nimble fingers slid beneath her loose shirt, calloused palms blazing a path up her ribcage. "Harry, what-what are you doing?" she breathed, though she already knew the answer if the hardness pressing into her backside was any indication.

"Having a nibble of my favorite snack," he replied cheekily, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to her earlobe that made her inhale shakily, her heartbeat accelerating in her chest.

Before she could really process what was happening, Harry had easily turned Y/N in his arms and hoisted her up onto the wide kitchen counter. She reflexively wrapped her toned legs around his trim waist to anchor them together as he attacked her mouth in a desperate kiss.

His tongue plundered deep, tasting every crevice as Y/N clutched at the dense muscle of his biceps and back. One of his large hands cupped her jaw to angle her how he wanted while the other palmed her breast through the thin fabric, brushing a calloused thumb over the peaked nipple there.

Y/N whimpered into Harry's mouth, already spiraling from how quickly his talented hands and lips had her arousal spiking. He was single handedly unraveling her till she was putty in his hands, the only thought in her mind was what he was planning to do to her next..

Finally, Harry broke the filthy clash of their mouths, panting harshly as he pinned Y/N with a look of pure hunger. His green eyes were near black with want, wandering possessively over her flushed state.

"You make me so bloody crazy, dove," he rasped in a low rumble that had her pulse kicking up another notch. "I can't keep my hands off you."

Y/N whimpered at the pure need saturating her boyfriend's deep tone. She squirmed deliciously against him, desperate for more friction.

"Then don't," she managed to gasp out through her daze of arousal. "Take what you want from me, Harry. I'm all yours."

The low, guttural groan Harry let out at her breathless plea, very nearly had Y/N coming undone right then. His smoldering gaze somehow burned even hotter with carnal intent.

Before she could process what was happening, Harry had ridden her of her shirt and shorts in two effortless tugs. His big palms instantly settled at the curves of her waist, thumbs dipping beneath the lace waistband of her underwear teasingly.

"Look at you...so gorgeous and flushed, ready and waiting for me," he praised in a low rasp, leaning in to drag his tongue up the slender column of her throat. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you baby?"

Y/N was too far gone in the spiral of her own pleasure to respond with anything more coherent than a choked-off whine that had him thickening in his pants. She writhed against Harry's solid frame, silently pleading for him to end her torment.

Seeming to take the hint, Harry ducked his head to mouth along the swell of her breasts and sternum, layering nips and sucking kisses until her skin was covered with marks of his devotion. Y/N arched her back hair sticking to her rapidly dampening skin as breathy moans tumbled from her parted lips.

"So responsive for me, dove," Harry grunted in approval, his big hands sliding around to shamelessly cup and squeeze her backside. "So perfect at taking everything I give you."

With one swift movement, he tugged her skimpy panties aside and plunged two ring clad fingertips through her dripping folds. Y/N cried out shamelessly at the long-awaited relief, her hips bucking forward uncontrollably to maximize the delicious stretch and burn.

"Christ, so wet and tight," Harry ground out, sounding utterly wrecked as he swirled his fingers around her throbbing entrance teasingly. "Made just for me, isn't that right lovely? Made to take my fingers, my tongue..."

His voice dropped to a sinful baritone as he slowly pumped his thick digits in and out of her fluttering, slick heat. Y/N let out a shrill whine of complete surrender, eyes rolling back as she fully gave herself over to the glorious sensations sparking along every nerve-ending.

"Made to take every hard inch of my cock, pushing deep inside this perfect little cunt," Harry continued in that gravelly and raspy tone, leaning down to whisper the obscene words directly against her damp skin.

True to form, his skilled fingers had Y/N right on the edge of shattering with dizzying speed. Her thighs quivered with the coiled tension, inner walls fluttering madly around the deliciously intrusive stretch of his thick digits.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more of the exquisite torment, when stars were bursting behind her eyelids, Harry abruptly curled his fingers upward in a devastating stroke against that magic spot inside her. Y/N's entire body convulsed as she broke into a thousand kaleidoscopic pieces, a strangled scream of pure euphoria ripping free from her throat.

By the time her vision finally began refocusing, her loose limbs were draped bonelessly over Harry's shoulders, her head spinning in dizzy bliss. She clearly registered the achingly slow push and pull of his fingers continuing to work through her fluttering, overstimulated cunt.

Harry's burning gaze was locked onto her sweat-slicked, flushed skin as he methodically wrung out every last spasm of ecstasy from her boneless frame. The soft, reverent look of awe on his handsome face stole what little breath Y/N had managed to recapture.

"Look at you, darling...absolutely wrecked for me," he husked "So stunning like this, falling apart on my fingers. All fo’ me"

Despite feeling completely satisfied, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at Harry's words.  He always had been equal parts tender and filthy in his erotic praise and endearments.

Case in point, his next words as he slid his glistening fingers into his mouth to taste her essence were absolutely scorching.

"Clean that essence up for me like a good girl, dove...because I'm going to need you soaked and begging again in about five minutes."

Y/N let out a breathy moan at the promise in his words, knowing full well her legs were going to absolutely sore tonight, her knees wobbly and unable to walk by morning.

She nodded around the slick digits, swirling her tongue around the fullness of them as he sighed at the way she sucked his fingers.

“God, I wish it was m’ cock behind those pretty lips, dove” he pulled them out, placing his hand right over her naked thigh, “but I want it inside your pretty pussy for now”

She nodded, too awestruck to actua;ly process her mind to his words.He shook her head at her, pulling down the pants he had put on earlier.

“Got me so hard. Could’ve burst from listening to you being so filthy for me”

Her cheeks flushed at his risque words, thighs pushing together as his cock sprang free, the angry, red tip throbbing as he took himself into his palm, stroking his length to relieve some of the tension.

She pushed her thighs above each other, feeling utterly flustered and dizzy. He was gong to fuck her, and memories of all the times he had, flooding her mind like ocean water.

Finally, he let go of himself, parting her thighs and slotting himself in between. She let out a broken gasp, mouth going dry as she took a look at her own desperation, red and swollen, yet, so needy and wet.

“Could never get enough of you” he said into her mouth, swallowing her gasp as his cock stretched her open deliciously. A broken moan made its way past her lips, her quivering legs wrapping around him as he slid himself inside her. Her wetness swallowed him up, her pussy gushing with arousal as he angled her hips higher.

“Good, fucking–so damn tight for me” eh cursed, her mouth parting open into another broken sob as he thrust in and out of her, her wet walls taking him in so well. He felt so heavenly, his cock buried inside his pretty, so pretty and perfect girl.

“How did I stay so long without you? Hm?” he asked rhetorically, and she opened her closed eyes. His hand reached between her parted legs, his skilled digits teasing her clit, while his practised strokes made her fall apart under him.

“Oh fuck, yeah–right there” she begged him to keep fucking her, his cock hitting the deepest of spots inside her. It had her mind going numb, her toes curling as he fucked her with delirious intent.

“Pussy’s so good–:” he praised her once again, his fingers finally landing on her clit, a sharp spank that made her cum right then and there.

She arched her back, her head falling back till it touched the counter. She grabbed her nipples, pinching them as he rubbed circles over her clit, his cock fucking her at a pace that had her screaming and begging for more.

“Oh fuck, Harr–Harry, oh my fucking god”

He grabbed her hips, laying her down flat as she choked on another sob, her wetness gushing out and wetting the cold marble counter. Harry was grinning and smirking, watching her fall apart beneath him. He was the only one who could make her mind go absolutely detached, the only thought in her mind being of him. His name. His cock. His hands. The way they made her feel.

“Her orgasm prolonged as he kept her on the edge, her pussy short circuiting is the overstimulation kicked in. She was sore, two orgasms after a day of work would do that to her.

“Harry–” she pouted, her hands reaching out for his, to which he immediately complied, intertwining their fingers.

“Just a little longer, Almost done”

He promised, and began fucking her at the vicious pace again. The room echoed with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, her hips bruised as he sucked a breath in, teetering on the edge of sweet, sweet release.

He came inside her that day, his cock leaking inside her warm, warm cunt till he was fully spent and empty, her cunt full of his load as he stayed inside a little longer, relishing in the way she fluttered around him, squeezing and milking his cock for all he had.

He kissed her knuckles, murmuring sweet words of love as they lay on the counter for a while, her bake affair long forgotten, since she had already gotten a taste of something much sweeter.

***

The next morning, as Y/N was featherlight kissing her way down Harry's chiseled torso with the intent of rousing him for another sensual round, her lips brushed against something unfamiliar on his skin. Frowning, she pushed back the bedsheets to get a better look.

There, etched in thick black ink just above Harry's hipbone, was a new tattoo she had never noticed before. It was a series of numbers, almost like...coordinates?

Y/N felt her breath catch as she recognized the distinctly precise numerical patterning. She had taken enough coding classes to spot geographic coordinates when she saw them.

"Harry..." she gulped, tracing the new ink with a trembling fingertip. "What is this? Why do you have map coordinates tattooed on your body?"

The sleepy, blissed-out expression on Harry's face instantly shuttered closed as soon as the words left Y/N's lips. He seemed to almost freeze for a moment, grimacing ever-so-slightly as he struggled to keep his expression neutral.

"It's...nothing to concern yourself with, darling," he finally replied in a tone that was just a bit too overly-casual. "Just a drunken mistake from a mate's stag night a few weeks back. Doesn't mean anything, I swear."

But Y/N knew her boyfriend too well to be convinced by his nonchalant dismissal. She searched his bright green eyes, unable to shake the feeling that there was much more to this strange new tattoo than he was letting on.

What secrets could Harry possibly be keeping from her? And just where exactly would those map coordinates lead if she dared to follow them?

The delicious haze of their previous intimacy was shattered, replaced by a gnawing sense that Y/N was missing out on some important truth about her boyfriend's life. And she knew their relationship could never regain that blissful closeness until she uncovered what Harry was hiding...

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A red thread tying you to me (Charles Leclerc)

There was something pulling you to him and Charles was ready to act on it

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"The congress is just outside of Milan, the exact city and details are in there", your colleague Lucia offered as she flickered though the pages, "I've been a couple of times before and it's really enriching, I just know you'll love the students and the department head - she was my supervisor for a couple of years".

"It sounds great", you looked at the panel information and then the travel details, "it's such a shame you can't come with me though, but I also wouldn't want to risk your little dude showing up and have me as your midwife", you chuckled as Lucia rubbed her baby bump.

"You're capable of many things, Y/N, but I would prefer if the fate of my baby and my underparts was in the hands of a professional!", she bumped your shoulder, "and the area is really nice too, I'm sure you'll find something to keep you busy during the weekend".

"I have plans, actually, I'll be fine I think", you smiled.

Like Lucia predicted, you had a great time in the conference and the guest lecture you gave was applauded and discussed for nearly an hour after you showed the last slide of the presentation, topics going back and forth until everyone had to absolutely leave the room before the next lecture began. For now, you'd get to enjoy the region, drinking some wine and taking in the views you recognised.

The park where your father used to take you didn't look too different. The slides didn't look rusty anymore, and the swing was a bright red colour as you sat on it once you didn't see any other kid around who might want to use them and let yourself feel the breeze on your face and hair as you kicked your legs in and out. Your father used to make you feel like you could touch the sky with how high he helped you go, "you're going to touch the clouds, mia piccola stella", he would say and you would laugh loudly.

You missed him every single day, but over the years, your grief allowed you remember all of the happy moments you lived with him, cherishing them close to your heart. Spending the whole weekend in Monza and attending the race was something you hadn't done without him since he passed away. The circuit was your father's favourite - "it's the fans, Y/N, there's a thrill in the air that no other circuit has - Tifosi cover the streets, they're all you can see around town and it's magical almost" he would say to you, so when you noticed the conference was in the area and coincided with the Grand Prix weekend, both you and your mother agreed you should take the opportunity.

On your way back to the hotel, you stopped by the track, wondering what the preparations for a race weekend looked like after so many years. You still followed the sport, but you never got the chance to catch this on television.

"Oh my, oh my", you heard someone say beside where you were standing, "I can't believe my eyes, it's Y/N Y/L/N".

Turning around you spotted Salvatore, one of the mechanics your father worked with. He also had kids around your age and you would often play together whenever you were both in the garage for the weekend.

"Salvatore!", you cheered, giving him a big smile after kissing each of his cheeks, "you better believe your eyes then".

"It's been so long since I've seen you last", he recalled, rubbing your back softly. You and your mother had gone to Maranello for a tribute ceremony the team had for your father - that had been the last time he saw you.

"It has been, yes - I'm sorry", you apoligised. You told the team you'd be around and so much had happened since and you only watched it through a screen instead of living it in the flesh.

"It's okay, it was the time you needed - What brought you to Monza this weekend?", he wondered as he walked inside the paddock with you, scanning his card and getting you both in.

"A work trip actually - I finished a conference yesterday and I also gave a lecture at the university", you nodded, "and my father always loved Monza", you smiled at the memory, "he knew how cliché that sounded, but he always said there wasn't a better weekend on the calendar. And I've missed the rush, too", you offered, letting the tears flow freely and accepting them even though you were in the middle of the paddock, loud noises coming from every angle as the teams prepared the finishing touches for the upcoming race.

"He's very proud of you, I'm sure", Salvatore comforted, "and everyone will be happy to see you here - the little girl with the high pigtails is a grown woman now who attends conferences and gives lectures, who would've known?", he joked as you stepped inside the garage.

"Is this little troublemaker Y/N Y/L/N?", one of the oldest mechanics said after he applied a sticker to the halo.

When your father took you to the races, everyone knew they had fun guaranteed with you, always pulling pranks and laughing loudly, "my troublemaker days are over, I'm a responsible woman now", you chuckled, giving a quick wave to everyone before greeting everyone individually.

"Do you have tickets for this weekend?", Fred asked. Even though he had just met you, it was clear to him how much you mattered to everyone who worked with your father, "we can get you a pass, I'm sure".

"I have grandstand tickets", you stated.

"Silvia!", the team principal called the woman, making her approach him and rub your arm kindly, "do we have any guest passes left?".

"Let me check", Silvia mumbled, "we have one left, actually! Charles didn't even notice he asked us to save a ticket for his mother twice - I'll get it for you, it's in the meeting room upstairs", she smiled.

"Charles will also be very happy to see you around, did you tell him you were coming?", Salvatore mentioned.

"I haven't actually - I've been really busy", you mumbled.

You met the monégasque driver when he was Scuderia Ferrari's development driver and Prema Racing driver in Formula Two, accidentally running into him in the dining area of the hospitality and ending up spending most of his free time there throughout the whole weekend.

Quickly, it became a tradition to do so whenever he was over and whenever he was done with his Formula Two duties and you happened to be at the same track.

When you stopped attending races because the memories were too painful, you lost contact, opting to react to eachother's Instagram stories every now and again and sending quick messages through the social media app.

"The boys arrive today, but they're only coming to the track tomorrow", Fred added, "you'll have plenty of time to catch up".

Charles had finally arrived to the hotel after all the flights and drives, thankful that there weren't many fans around already and he could get inside without a hitch, checking in and getting his room keys.

"Hold it, per favore!", he said to the person on the lift, dreaming of the changing from his travel outfit and the bed waiting for him. When his hand helped him inside the metal door, he couldn't believe his eyes, "Y/N?".

He could remember the last time he saw you. He had just started his first season as a Formula One driver for Alfa Romeo and you had come back to the paddock for the first race of the season like you promised you would. He sat with you whenever he had a little break, you caught up with him and his early days as a driver with a seat rather than just watching from the sidelines.

"Charles, hi!", you gasped, hugging him and feeling him squeeze your body against his.

"I- what are you doing here? Are you here for the race?", he wondered. This couldn't be a mere coincidence. He hoped it wasn't.

"I had a work trip here that coincided with this weekend, and I thought of it as a sign", you explained, "you're staying in this hotel too?".

"Yes, the team are at the one where we usually stay for the weekend, but until Thursday, I'm staying here, yes", he smiled, "Goodness, I feel like it's both been forever and like it was yesterday", he chuckled, "do you want to get a drink? I have a nice selection in my room whenever I stay", he offered.

"I'd love to, Charles", you said, hoping that the tingly feeling on your tummy mirrored Charles' own excitement at this unexpected but valued encounter, "are you sure though? You just arrived".

"No, don't worry about that! My room is... 705", he checked on the card he was handed, "so you can join me now or maybe you want to set those things down first and meet me there?", he pointed to the bag you were carrying.

"Yes, this is quite heavy actually", you blushed, "my room is on this floor, so I'll meet in your room in fifteen? I need to freshen up because I've been walking around town all day".

Leaving the elevator on your floor, Charles waved at your before the doors closed andyou headed to your door. Stepping inside, you left the totebag with the books you bought in the chair before heading to the bathroom, brushing out any tangles in your hair and splashing your face with water to freshen up.

After getting yourself ready to go, you went up to Charles' floor, knocking on the door and waiting for him.

"Come in, come in!", Charles offered after he opened the door, "I've unpacked but kept it very organised still", he chuckled as you walked inside the room. It looked the same as yours did, only a different colour pallette for the decoration.

"How have you been?", you wondered once you sat down and shared some sparkling water, neither of you really feeling like drinking anything alcoholic.

"You surely know more about me than I know about you", Charles smiled, "but it's been good, this season has been great so far, I feel like we're in a really good path and things are working well", he took a sip from his cup, "the team have done such an incredible job".

"And the driver on the car doesn't have anything to do with that?", you squinted at his ever so modest take on things.

"I suppose I do", he blushed.

"I may have not been here, but I've watched every race - minus some of the ones at daft o'clock, I only watched those when my sleep was all messed up", you joked, "you're an essential part of this team, Charles, everyone can see that so you should give yourself more credit", you touched his arm.

Even though it had been years since you last saw eachother, you hit it off immediately and it seemed like no time had passed.

"And you? What is this work trip that brought you here?", Charles nodded.

"You're not the only one who gets to travel for work, alright?", you tsked, "I had to do a presentation on a conference and then the department invited me for a lecture, nothing big".

"Who's being ever so modest now, hm? That is fantastic, mon ange!", he congratulated before he noticed the words coming out of his mouth.

"When I noticed it fell around this weekend, I told my mum and she said that I should try and dip my foot here - I've been wanting to come to race sooner but...", you trailed off.

"I get it - it's hard going to the places that remind you of them", Charles took his hand in yours and squeezed it, "he was so cherished by the team, I'm sure everyone will be very happy to see you".

"Actually, I walked to the track today so I could see it up close before the race - I hoped it wouldn't be such a big shock once I got there on Friday -, and I bumped into Salvatore", you smiled, "he let me go into the garage and I saw everyone, it was really nice", you looked up so the tears on your eyes wouldn't fall.

"I can get you a pass, let me just text Silvia!", Charles said as he got his phone from his pocket with his free hand.

"She already did", you chirped, "apparently you booked two for your mother, so they had a spare one".

"You see, a couple of years ago, my mum was too late to tell me she was coming to the race and I was out of the guest passes, so I always have one on hold for her and I sent the list with her name on it as well", he admitted, "but it seems to have turned out just fine - meant to be even".

You ended up requesting room service for the two of you for dinner, neither feeling like going out of the room after feeling so comfortable there. Conversation was steady, vulnerability was easy to show and the butterflies were happily dancing on your tummy.

"I better get to my room, then", you stated once Charles told you about what he needed to do tomorrow once he was at the track.

"I didn't mean it that way - I'm fine!", he said after doing his best attempt at containing a big yawn, "I'm fine!".

"You're tired, and frankly so am I", you admitted as you got up from the bed.

"Would you like to come with me to the track tomorrow? If you don't have other plans that is", he mumbled the last part.

"I don't - I was just going to work a little bit, but if you find me a spot in the hospitality, I'll happily take my stuff there", you smiled reassuringly as you put on your shoes and headed to the door.

"I can take you to your room", Charles got up from the bed and followed you.

"No need, my room is just downstairs", you reasoned, kissing his cheek in a silent thank you still.

"That's right - so we'll go tomorrow after breakfast?", he rested his body on the door once you opened it.

"Yes, that works for me! Good night, Charles", you smiled before walking up to the elevator.

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Walking inside the hospitalitynwith Salvatore and the rest of the team, he was quick to show you where you could set up.

"Charles likes to spend as much time as possible with the fans and it's right about now that they start becoming more and more and they're everywhere, too", he explained as he helped you in the table on the lounge area, "there's food and coffee in there if you need anything", Salvatore smiled, "if you need anything, just ask someone".

"Thank you - this is perfect", you assured, sitting down and working on your laptop and reading some of the books you had bought.

Charles and Carlos finally arrived at the hospitality, greeting the team and talking to them for a while before they headed upstairs for a meeting.

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend and you were bringing her here", Carlos told Charles as he poured some coffee on a mug after the meeting.

"I don't - I haven't brought a girlfriend here", Charles quirked an eyebrow at his team-mate.

"So who is that young woman you just smiled at and are pouring coffee for after giving her the heart eyes?", it was the spanish driver's turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Oh, Y/N!", Charles smiled as he mentioned your name, "she's an old friend! Her father was a mechanic before he passed away a few years ago - the older team members have known her since she was little, everyone loves her", he mused.

"Everyone loves her - I can see that", Carlos chuckled as he followed Charles to the table.

"We don't want to interrupt or disturb you too much", Charles announced as he set the mug next to your laptop.

"It's fine, sit sit!", you encouraged as you closed the books you no longer needed to make room for them, "I'm Y/N", you told Carlos.

"I'm Carlos", he smiled back, "nice to meet you", he said before you dove into conversation, discussing anything that popped into your minds and getting to know eachother.

"Don't let her fool you into believing she has always been a responsible, put together girl because she used to steal and hide all of our tools!", Antonio, one of the engineers pointed at you after he got himself a bottle of water, "Charles knows her tricks already but you, Carlos, don't fall for that!".

"You loved it every time I was on the computers and drew on Paint! You even had one of my drawings as the background for almost an entire season!", you threw at him as he approached you, patting the top of your head protectively.

"I'd like to see that! I've only known her since she was way older", Charles pouted.

"Jealous much?", Carlos teased, his voice above a whisper as Charles seemed to get flustered.

"Is it really that obvious?", the monégasque driver mumbled once you got up to get something to eat, "I've had a crush on her since I was a development driver".

"Why have you never said anything? She seems like she really cares about you too", Carlos mused as he thought to a few moments before where you too gqve him heart eyes. He would have to be blind to not notice it, and even then the energy between you too would still be felt.

"The timing wasn't right, I guess - her father passed away almost right after as I became a driver for Alfa Romeo, and she hasn't been in the paddock since. We have texted every now and again over the years and now she happened to be here for the race too", Charles offered.

"I'd say you should take a shot - trust me, she likes you back", Carlos patted Charles' shoulder after getting up, watching you go back to the table with a big smile on your face.

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After Charles took pole position in qualifying, the team stayed a bit longer for the debrief, going over a few points of the discussion and the changes they still needed to make before the race.

"Y/N! We're having dinner at one of our favourite restaurants in town and I'm counting you in, okay?", Charles said as he spotted you in the garage, followed by Andrea, who had been keeping you company along with his brothers, Charlotte and Pascale.

"Your family is here for you, Charles, I don't want to intrude", you said as you got up, unaware of the Leclerc matriarch behind you.

"Chérie, of course you won't be intruding - we'd love to have you there!", Pascale chirped in.

"Well, in that case...!", you smiled, "just tell me where I should go and at what time, or are we going straight there?", you wondered.

"I was thinking we could go straight there if that's okay with you - you can can come with me and Andrea can ride with my brothers", Charles suggested, "unless you need to go back to the hotel", he quickly scrambled.

"No, I'm fine! Unless this outfit is not restaurant appropriate", you muttered as you looked down. Against all odds, you managed to not get any food stains on your dress. It was a midi skirt cut, flowy to allow your body to feel cool considering the warm Italian day.

"It's fine - you're fine, you look beautiful!", Charles was quick to assure you.

"Good, that's good then", you smiled before excusing yourself to go and get your things.

"You have to tell her, Charles - your affection is no use to either of you if you keept it in here", Pascale tapped her son's chest.

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"Y/N", Charles called you before he had to go and get ready for the race, "I have something for you - we do", he said as some of the mechanics, including Salvatore, followed him.

"Oh, what is it?", you smiled.

"We commented with some guys back at the factory that you were here with is this weekend and they found something we thought you'd like to have", Salvatore said as he handed you a bag.

Looking inside, you noticed an old Ferrari cap and some embroidered lettering on the side, recognising it immediately. When you were a teenager, you decided to try different hobbies and hand embroidery was the one that stuck the most, so much so that on one of the race weekends, you embroidered caps for everyone on the team that asked you.

"My wife remembered the one I have at home and then the guys at Maranello found your father's and apparently one you did for Charles' as well", Salvatore offered as you took them both out.

"Dad always said he had plenty of embroidered things at home and this one was the one he had to travel with him", you chuckled as tears welled up in your eyes, feeling Charles soothingly rub your back.

"I remember getting this and loving it - I thought I had lost it!", Charles said, unaware if how close he was pulling you together so he could get a peek at the old caps.

"There's some loose string here", you chuckled, wiping the tears and fiddling with the red thread, "I didn't know how to properly tie it at the start, I kept losing it - I think I even glued it down at some point. Thank you for bringing this out", you smiled.

"Would you mind if I wore this for the driver's parade?", Charles asked you.

"I was planning on wearing my dad's while I watched the race", you offered, testing the fabric and placing it on your head before doing the same with Charles, fixing it on his head and looking up at him.

You never got over how handsome he was. The little scar on his cheek, his mole, the smile that never failed to make you smile, his beautiful green eyes. His kindness, his gentleness, his talent - there wasn't a way to deny how much you liked it. How much you liked him.

"We will be matching then!", Charles squeezed you against him before going to his driver's room.

Only when Charles was headed to take P1 on the grid did he hand the cap back to Salvatore and put on his helmet, giving you a wink before he left.

"How are you feeling?", Pascale asked as she sat next to you to watch the race. Over the last couple of days, she had grown close to you, not only because you had captured her son's heart and she wanted to get to know you, but also because Charles had told her how emotionally charged it was for you to be at the track, in Monza nonetheless.

"It's a lot", you admitted, "everyone has been so kind and warm, so all of the heavy feelings have been slowly infiltrating the good ones and it's been easier to deal with them like that", you blinked away a few tears.

"I get it", Pascale nodded, "losing someone is not easy, and I can't imagine what it feels like for you - the boys and I talk about my late husband every now and again and it gets easier to talk about it, I think that's what it is anyway".

"Yes, definitely like that. My mum and I have reached the point where we don't cry at every mention - despite what you might have noticed this weekend", you chuckled.

"It's emotional, chérie - I, for one, always cry whenever the boys achieve their goals. Hervé isn't here to see them, but I know he knows, and the boys know how proud he is of them", Pascale smiled, keeping some tears at bay too.

"You raised amazing young men, don't doubt that", you let out. At this point, you were sure she had noticed or had at least an inkling. As any mechanic for the red team who knew you since you were a kid would say, you were never a good liar - anytime you said you didn't touch something, they knew to look in your backpack first.

"Thank you, dear", she added, "you know, Charles is quite careful in who he lets in, but he's never been good at hiding how much he cares about someone and I can tell he cares a great deal about you".

"I care a lot about him too", you smiled before you were handed a pair of headphones each with the race about to start.

When Charles successfully kept the cars behind him away with a good gap, you clapped and watched the remaining laps number get smaller and smaller until there was only the current lap left.

Charlotte held your hand together with hers as you watched Charles be the first driver to see the checkered flag and when Xavi yelled "And P1!" into the radio, you did your happy dance, not having a care in the world about what others thought as you watched the Tifosi erupt in cheer.

"He did it! He did it!", Pascale clapped for her son, Arthur hugging her while Lorenzo did the same with his girlfriend while you softly touched your father's embroidered name on your cap with your fingers.

Running up to Parc Fermé, you stood in the sea of red, waiting for him to come back and hug them.

"You did so well, congratulations!", you said as you pulled Charles for a hug.

"Had my good luck charm with me!", he smiled back, kissing your cheek as he took advantage of you being shielded by the mechanics and engineers.

The team celebratory dinner was going really well, everyone happy with how the weekend panned out with both drivers on the podium and enjoying the meal on the restaurant's outside patio.

"If you guys want dessert, they're going to set them out on that table and you can grab as much as you like", Fred spread the message as you could see all kinds of sweet foods being brought out, a pudding catching your eye along with some raspberries.

You and Charles got the dessert plates and served yourselves, noticing the staff was already clearing up the tables, meaning you'd have to move to the bar area, many people opting to skip dessert and get some drinks instead.

"You can see the stars so clearly tonight", you mused as you looked up at the sky, setting your plate on the high table.

"My father always said that the stars did shine brighter here, and tonight the sky is very clear", Charles hummed in agreement, looking at your face. The moonlight and the dim lighting for the lamps and fairy lights illuminated all your features perfectly - your smile as you looked up formed the dimples on your cheeks, your eyes that were a tiny bit squinty and the way your whole body seemed relaxed.

The goosebumps on your arms caught his eye though, "here, have this", Charles said as he offered you the cardigan he had carried around all night since according to him his mother made him do it because it would be cold.

"Thanks", you smiled as you pulled the sleeves and folded them around your wrist so they would fit better, "this is really comfy, I might steal this if you don't ask for it back", you joked.

"I don't mind if you keep it, you have had my heart all these years", Charles stated. There it was.

"What?", you faced him, heart beating fast inside your chest.

"It's true, I've had a crush on you since I first met you, and these past couple of days have been amazing, and I can't believe it took me all these years to realize how I truly feel about you Y/N", he told you, no stutter or sign of regret on his face.

"I haven't been around, really, it's my fault", you fiddled with your thumbs before looking at him again, "but I can't lose you again".

"You never lost me, amour", he smiled as his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, his hand cupping your cheek your mouth pressed on his, ignoring everything and everyone around you.

Interrupting the kiss for air, Charles giggled as you hid your face in his neck once you heard the cheers and whistles, your lashes tickling him as his arms circled your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"He wins inside the track and outside of it, Charles Leclerc, P1 to Y/N's heart!", Carlos shouted before whistling again.

"Just so you know, I want an invite to your wedding!", Salvatore pointed his finger at you, "I still remember when you invited me for your wedding with Vettel!".

"You and Seb?", Charles chuckled once you pulled away from his neck.

"Sebastian was my favourite when I was little", you giggled, hiding your face on Charles' chest this time, "when he was back in RedBull still, I asked my father to ask him if he could take a photo with me and I cherished that for so many years - it was my most prized possession!".

"I can't promise you Seb, but I can promise you the very best of me", Charles said as he kissed the top of your head.

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summary: after seeing her for the first time, he just fell (deeply) in love word count: 3.7k content: female reader (no description of genitalia), mention of sex, mention of stretch marks, description of hair and eye color (but not texture or skin color), french laws and locations being misinterpreted, use of tv shows and books I didn't watch or read, non canon note: english is not my first langague! I wrote this in portuguese and then translated to english myself, there's a chance you'll find an error or something. I'm sorry sorry! I highly recommend you to listen to the song while reading.

you can check the aesthetic references for this oneshot here but take note that none of the people actual faces on this reflects on the character identity that I wrote, so don't base all of the details on the references for the characters in story.

The first time he noticed her, she was sitting on one of the wooden benches outside the courtrooms. She seemed nervous, shaking her legs and glancing restlessly between the watch on her wrist and the clock on the hallway wall, as if it made much difference. Regardless of her worried expression and furrowed brow, Vincent felt that he had never seen such an attractive woman in his life. From her brown hair to her brown boots, looked like she stepped out of one of those '70s fashion advertisements he'd seen in vintage magazines as a kid. He didn't had time to notice much more than that, as he crossed the hallway and headed to his session. At the end of the day, of course, she was no longer there.

What seemed to have been one of those street crushes that you see when crossing an avenue and never think about again, stayed in Vincent's head for a few days. Every time he passed by the corridor, he waited to see if the brunette would be there. He tried to guess what she was doing there that day and whether there was a possibility of bumping into her again, a question to which the universe answered “yes”.

Two weeks later, this time leaving work, he looked down buttoning his blue coat, distracted in his thoughts when he noticed the same brown boots a few steps in front of him. The stranger held a cigarette between her fingers and had her arms pressed against her body. Although it was snowing lightly, it was extremely cold for an autumn day. Her look was different, probably due to the weather, with a coat with a puffed collar and puffed sleeves, once again looking like she belonged to a previous decade. The wind ruffled her hair a little and the moonlight illuminated her posture, a scene Vincent believed could have come from a movie.

All his past relationships were comfortable. Someone he knew in high school, someone he knew in college, someone who was introduced by friends or someone his friends encouraged him to talk during an outing. He didn't consider himself an introvert, but he never needed to pursue someone who was interested. Things just happened for him. It wasn't his comfort zone just to approach a stranger like that, much less at the door of his work, but something that day said it was the right thing to do.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and approached the girl asking to borrow a lighter. His sudden plan only went so far.

As soon as she turned to face him, she gave a friendly and inviting smile, taking the object out of her pocket and activating the flame in front of his face. Vincent stood still, staring into her eyes throughout the action, mesmerized by her and her sparkling brown eyes.

“Will I ever meet a lawyer who doesn’t smoke?” She asked as she extinguished the flame, placing the lighter and her free hand back in her pocket. Too cold to let it out.

His response took a few agonizing seconds, as his mind was far away and still lost in her gaze. He composed himself, running a hand through his hair and looking away.

“The day this happens, let me know. I want to be there.” Vincent laughed awkwardly, causing the girl to laugh as well. At that moment, he felt that he wanted to provoke more of this reaction, he wanted to see more of her smile and so the conversation flowed.

His first question was how she guessed he was a lawyer and not a passerby to which she replied, "You stand like a lawyer." He shared how being a lawyer was boring and tedious, but it did have its dramatic moments in court when she asked if the career was challenging like its portrait on TV. He also discovered that she was there to pay a car ticket caused by her younger brother, hence the great nervousness when he first saw her a few weeks ago.

“When my parents told me that my 20th birthday present was a baby brother, I already felt within myself that I would be the best sister in the world. That I would try to make his life as easy as possible. 18 years later, he asks to borrow my car to visit his girlfriend - which I don't hesitate to do, after all I support young love. And the little shit-head makes sure on parking in front of a fire hydrant.” The girl blew smoke to her right side, not taking her eyes off him. “Would you be my lawyer if I try to choke him?”

Vincent could only laugh at her spontaneity, easy way of talking about life and easy way of making conversation.

“Just threaten him, it will be an easier case for me to win.”

They talked about Metz and how her family decided to move to Paris when she was a teenager because they knew the city needed more beautiful people, a fact Vincent agreed with. In order not to dismiss him, in a very charming way, she praised his Parisian accent and said that such a comment did not apply to him and only God knows how Vincent felt inside after that.

The two shared their tastes, such as reading romances and watching Dix pour cent every night before bed. It was as if they knew each other much more than the 1 hour they spent together under the snow. They shared maybe two more cigarettes before realizing it was getting a little too late to chat like that on the street.

He doesn't even know how he got out of that situation alive and managed to get home with her number.

Their first date was at a local cinema on a Friday night for a re-showing of Buffet Froid, a film Anne had never seen.

He didn't remember the last time he felt butterflies in his stomach, although it was guaranteed that nothing could compare to this time. As he got ready and tried to match his best t-shirts with his beige pants (which he eventually changed out of, finding them too tacky), Vincent remained nervous thinking that she might not show up or that this would be the first and last time they would meet in this circumstance.

In the end, all the “first time” flutter went out the window when he saw her smiling and waving on the other side of the street, already with the tickets in her hand. “I'm glad you came.” She said, holding his arm as they walked through the door of the establishment.

“I wouldn't miss it.” he replied.

The two took watching films very seriously, so it was only during the ending credits, after a lot of laughter, small comments and bumping hands on the popcorn bucket, that the two kissed.

He felt the softness of her skin on his hand and her sweet scent of perfume, in addition, of course, to the hot and saccharine kiss. It was slow, serene, just as they both wanted, being able to feel each other in that moment. It was also Anne's desire to slowly run her fingers through his hair and she didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity.

After throwing their trash away, the two walked out of the cinema, now closer to each other, hand in hand. The weather wasn't as cold as when they first met and they were free to enjoy the warmth of their bodies without so many layers covering them.

“For a great 70's mind, you never having watched Buffet Froid is an insult.” He pointed at her with his free hand, wanting to tease her.

Anne rolled her eyes. Even though she liked the film, she didn't want to give a taste. “Obviously you would like action movies like that. It suits you.”

“I’ll make you like it too.” He stated, trying to imply that he wanted them to meet again, to which she responded by kissing his cheek and saying, “Next time, let's watch a romcom.”

Once, twice, three, four and a few more times, all being unusual dates. Sometimes she would call during his workday and say she would pick him up for an adventure. She drove aimlessly, just the two of them talking about their days and observing the city lights. These were Vincent's favorite “dates”, as they all ended with the two of them making out like two teenagers parked in the driveway of his apartment.

The more he got to know about her, the more he wanted to constantly be a part of her life. Anne owned a clothing store downtown, something he never tired of saying was the “most suitable job her”. On the last date they had, she took him to the closed store and put on a fashion montage for him, with improvised note cards on paper left on the counter and all. But she knew that the judge had been bought when he only gave her 10s. She also took the opportunity to get Vincent to do the same, putting him once again out of his comfort zone to find out that bell bottom jeans don't really suit him.

They even got to watch a car race - something that not even Anne had done, she had just decided that it was an experience they needed to have. They both entended up hating it, but the important thing was that the company was great.

That was one of the nights Anne slept at his house.

They ate some junk food from the fridge and watched a silly but captivating show on TV while they chatted more. When she realized she could sleep at any moment, Anne got up to brush her teeth and change her clothes, putting on her uniform for whenever she was there: a Vincent t-shirt.

Vincent found it charming how she captivated his gaze regardless of what she was doing. He loved her unique and sophisticated style, but he also loved seeing her like this, casually wearing his clothes, in his home, as if she were his. And lastly, he loved seeing her with nothing on.

Every detail of her body, her birthmarks on her shoulder and that one next to her beautiful eyes or her stretch marks on her back, everything about her seemed to have been chosen down to the millimeter. When they made love, his hands went everywhere, trying to reach as much of her as he could, to feel the warmth she exuded.

And the best way to love her was by looking into her eyes, admiring her beauty, running his lips up and down her body, being grateful for the privileged position it was to be able to love her.

Mornings were like nights, with him waking up earlier and being able, once again, to admire the woman beside her.

“You are even more beautiful in the morning.”

The two walked through the streets of Paris, both tipsy, looking for an available taxi in the dead of night. With their relationship now more established and their schedules aligned, they made it a challenge to come up with these unusual date only once a month so it wouldn't lose its fun. Today had been the day to go to the opera and due to their lack of sobriety, they didn't seem to have left anywhere other than the shabbiest bar on the corner.

The event was boring as fuck and they left halfway through to drink somewhere more enjoyable. They found an open bar showing a PSG versus Marseille match. Neither of them supported the teams or understood about football rules, but this seemed like a new opportunity for them to have another different experience that day.

One laughter after another, some passionate kisses between drinks and the two were celebrating PSG's victory at the bar with some strangers whom they befriended.

“My mother wants to meet you. My brother too. I said I might have a lawyer for the next time he's up to no good. Do you think it’s too early?”

When drunk, Anne tended to speak fast and slurred, but Vincent understood perfectly. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the tip of her nose. “I will love meeting your family.”

They never actually asked each other to go steady, but it was clear that they already belonged to each other at that point.

Vincent was on his cell phone writing a text to his mother about the shopping list for Christmas dinner and their desire to participate in decorating the tree (Anne's request to spend more time with her mother-in-law) while his girlfriend was lying on his lap reading his copy of Around the World in 80 Days (and she was loving it, for sure).

It was a lazy day for both of them at Vincent's place. A year into their relationship, the two of them loved sharing these moments together doing different activities.

“She said she misses you a lot and looks forward to seeing you on Christmas, but that you're banned from being near the kitchen when it is time to prepare desserts. Everything you touch that’s sweet ends up burning for some reason.”

Her smile, excited by her mother-in-law's affection, turned into a face indignant at the rule she imposed. "What?" She looked up from the book and pulled Vincent's hand to check if the message was real and it was. “This is so unfair!”

“Sorry, Anne, you’re just really bad at this.”

She lightly pushed his arm and pretended to be uncomfortable, although she knew it was true and wasn't really upset. Before she could return to her book, Vincent placed his cell phone on the table and began talking.

“One more thing, huh,” he cleared his throat, “I made one more space on the rack for you. I don't want certain clothes to get wrinkled in the drawer. I’ll make room in one more drawer too.”

Anne put the book aside and knelt on the sofa, facing her boyfriend. “Won’t it bother you? I already have space in my bedroom drawer, bathroom… In fact, there are a lot of my things scattered around the house. I don’t want to impose my space here.”

This was a subject that she had also been waiting to comment on for some time. By working her own hours at the store and having an employee to take her place wherever needed, Anne had a more flexible schedule than Vincent and it was easier to stay at his house, helping to keep everything on track and cooking for both of them. He would arrive just before dinner time and they could enjoy together without rushing to do the chores.

Because of this, the few clothes she wore just to sleep there became a drawer full, her makeup in the bathroom sink and her shoes near the door.

The gray-haired man hugged her around the waist, kissing her forehead and assuring her of his action. “You are not imposing anything, mon chéri. I want you to use this space. I want to have more and more of you here.”

For him, having her scent permeate the rooms was a gift wrapped in the best bow. Knowing that every day he would come home to see her welcoming smile and welcome kiss was the biggest work incentive.

“It feels like my home.” She whined.

“It’s your home. Our home.” He insisted.

In his favorite action, he cupped her face and looked warmly into her eyes, admiring her features trying to associate with what he was trying to say. They both smiled at each other realizing where the topic was going.

“Are you…”

“I want you to move in with me.”

The beautiful smile that filled his heart appeared on her face and Vincent, who was sure of her choice, but a little afraid of her accepting it, smiled too at her positive reaction.

In conclusion, he ended up needing to make more closet space for her countless boots, but he was happy that she could call the space her own (and she looks great in those boots, he would never complain about making room for them).

The snack table was almost empty and that made Anne happy. She might not be good at desserts, but her food was always praised and she almost never had leftovers when she cooked for her friends.

“This sandwich is delicious, aunt Anne!” Daniel stated, taking another one from the table and sitting on the sofa next to her. “Can I take some home?”

“Of course you can! There’s more stored in the kitchen, I’ll put it on the side for you to take.” She continued, now coming closer to whisper. “You can give Snoop a bite, I won’t tell your mom.”

“Hey, I’m watching you two!” Sandra said towards the back of the sofa, pointing at the two jokingly. She was talking to Vincent leaning against the wall in the hallway, looking anxious.

There was approximately 10 people spread throughout the room at this gathering. The couple chose to host a celebration for the launch of Sandra's new book, a dear friend of both, and tried to make room for everyone present. She was very delighted with the honor, although unaccustomed to the positive attention she was receiving.

Even though they weren't glued to each other at the party, Anne and Vincent always stopped for a moment to exchange a kiss and ask if everything was okay. He, even more so, couldn't stop admiring his girlfriend from afar. Parties like this always made him happy to be able to share the love he had for her and also show others that this was his girl.

It was around 6pm that they said their goodbyes and thanked their friends for being there. After closing the door, Anne took a deep breath and leaned against it with Vincent kissing her neck and hugging her waist.

“Had fun today?” He asked against her neck, kissing slowly until he reached her face. Hugging him back, she just nodded yes, pulling him into a longing and passionate kiss.

Vincent pressed his body against hers and tightened his grip, placing his free hand against the wall for support. Everything was going well, until Vincent suddenly stopped, as if he couldn't give in to temptation yet.

He also took a deep breath, with a shy smile as he looked at her.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, still leaning against the door and resting her hands on his shoulder.

"What?" He retorted.

“During the party, you kept looking at me like that, with those heart-eyes, that fool in love face of yours. And now you're doing it again. It seems... different.”

Vincent laughed awkwardly, as if he was unprepared to respond that quickly. “In my defense, I always look like a fool in love when I’m with you.”

Before anything else, Vincent took a red velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, showing a silver ring made especially for her. With the hand that was on her waist, he slipped into her hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Kneeling isn’t your style, nor are long speeches in front of our friends, but I can’t just leave the ring in your hand without saying anything. The day I saw you for the first time, I was intrigued. The second time, that feeling I had of needing to talk to you urgently, of not letting the opportunity pass, I think, somehow, I knew we were going to get to this moment right now. By the third time - I was already in love. Head over heels, worshiping the ground you pass, heart-eyes, whatever you want to call it. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel those butterflies in my stomach before seeing you, that I don't feel the eager to be by your side. If you do me the honor of marrying me, I can promise that you will have a man who wakes up in love with you every day. Forever.”

Anne's eyes were already full of tears as soon as she saw the box and she couldn't help but shed them when she heard the proposal.

The last 4 years of their lives were instinctive, passionate, in a way she never thought she would experience. All her last lovers didn't last long, they couldn't handle her personality or couldn't love her right, so she was left with no hope that it would change. But Vincent's speech was something that she not only believed, she felt. Every day, she felt his love, his affection and his care. Wave of action speaks louder than words and she trusted her man.

There was no other answer than yes.

The same word was repeated by the two of them at the registry office a few months later. The idea was never a big party, it didn't suit either of their personalities, but Anne always wanted a dress and a veil, so they were both there, in their wedding clothes just before lunch time in the registry office next to Vincent's work place.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

With that sentence, the two shared a classic wedding kiss, with Vincent holding her around the waist and Anne throwing her leg up. They could live that moment over and over again, but they needed to go out for a little celebration party with their friends before they left for their honeymoon (and Anne was more than eager to have her friends around so she could toss the bouquet).

Outside, in another snowy day, Anne reached through the car window and took a black bag from the glove compartment, handing it to her now husband.

“What is it?” He held on, swinging by the loop to feel the weight so he could find out what it could be.

“It's your wedding gift.” She cheerfully replied.

He stole one more kiss from his wife before opening the bag, already imagining what could be inside.

“It has our initials and today’s date on it,” she pointed to the bottom where the details were, “so no other girl coming out of court will need to offer you the lighter.”

Vincent took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it with his newest gift, but without inhaling, just lighting it for the sake of it.

“No one will have my love. Only you, mon chéri."

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The Meet Cute - Ace's Story - 9

Source for pic

Firestarter 9

Word Count: 4410

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader, slight NSFW (It's mature, not explicit), slightly sugestive behaviour, flirting, jealousy, frenemies, sexual tension, miscommunication, unresolved tension, slight angst, slow-burn, romantic comedy vibes, alternate universe modern setting, swearing, drinking, fluff, feelings realisation, denial of feelings.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You intended to have some alone time, to reflect and heal, but your childhood friend's older brother, Ace, seems to be there just to upset that fragile peace you're striving for. He's a flirt and a womaniser. But why does he also have to be so handsome and perfect? And how long can you resist his charms?

Notes: Almost at the end! I was planning on having only 10 chapters, but chapter 10 - which is in Ace's POV - is starting to get big. So maybe 10 and an epilogue? We'll see! Also, sorry if the next chapter will suffer a little delay, I will try to finish it soon, but life has been getting in the way! 😶

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn

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Days roll by slowly and you feel the happiest you've ever been. The only time you're apart from Ace is when he's working or when you're helping your father. You spend all the rest of your time together, hanging out, getting to know each other, and having so much sex.

You have only spent one night apart since you two hooked up. The night after you visited the fire station, he told you he was busy with work because the reports from the whole week had piled up and he was going to pull an all-nighter, so he couldn't be with you. The other nights were spent in each other’s company. 

You slept with him at the fire station once and then he developed the habit of climbing your bedroom window so you could be together. Even though he usually arrives when you're already asleep - because of work - and it's not until you sense his hot touches and lingering kisses that you realise he's next to you. 

And you both have to be very quiet, because Shanks would be very mad if he found you desecrating your childhood bed. 

Finally the last day of the Jubilee arrives and it's Ace's day off work, so you decide to turn it into a proper date. You'll eat something there, play a few games - you've been eyeing a giant stuffed panda since the first day - maybe ride the Ferris wheel, and then Ace suggests driving to your spot for a privileged view of the fireworks at midnight. 

And after… 

Well, you'll both see where the night takes you. 

You have already eaten some snacks at the food stalls and are now enjoying a piece of candy floss - which Ace keeps stealing from you - when a little kid bumps into your leg and falls on his butt. It takes you a bit to calm him down and find his parents and suddenly you lose sight of Ace. 

Raising your eyebrow, you take another bite of your candy and wait in the same spot. He might have seen someone he knew and wandered off to say hello. 

“Did you miss me, Firestarter? I've only been gone for five minutes.” He says from behind, near your ear as he lays a kiss on your cheek. 

“Oh, barely even noticed you were gone.” Sticking out your tongue at him, you offer the rest of the candy and he happily takes it. “Why were you gone?”

“Business.” He chuckles softly and winks, letting you know that he will either tell you later or it's a surprise. “Let's go to the Ferris wheel.” 

You take the hand he offers you and smile at the giddiness you feel from such a simple gesture. It's amazing how he can warm your heart just by holding your hand. Waiting in line for the wheel takes almost no time and you both hop into the booth, settling in together and sighing at the sight.

You're about to snuggle into his embrace when he takes something from his pocket and you raise your eyebrow. “Turn.” He instructs, rotating a finger to indicate you should turn your back on him. Curious, you do as he tells you. 

His fingers are soft and warm as he moves little strands of your hair aside. You hear a small clasp and then he places a necklace on your chest, clasping it at the back. It's a locket with a heart. 

“This is lovely, Ace. It's beautiful.”

His lips scorch your skin as he presses them against your nape. He murmurs an agreement and continues his worship down your exposed spine, leaving a trail of kisses and feather-like touches, creating a burning and aching sensation all over your body. 

“Ace…” You whine and melt into his touch. 

“You're so perfect.” He keeps murmuring sweet nothings against your skin and you turn around, enveloping his neck in your arms and losing yourself against his lips in a passionate kiss. 

No outside view compares to the stars his touch reveals. The languid strokes of his tongue against yours trace out a constellation of your own, while his fingers caress your skin, igniting goosebumps like the fiery trail of a meteor. 

The booth comes to a stop far earlier than both of you would like and you emerge flushing, panting and quite dishevelled. Both sporting equally goofy grins of fools in love. 

No, that's not true. You know you're in love, but you have no idea how Ace feels about you. 

Maybe you'll confess once the fireworks start? See how he feels about you. You know he cares for you, that much you can tell. And you're willing to wait, if he's not at the same stage as you are, since he did claim to want a serious relationship. 

Yeah, you'll ask him. 

As the resolution sets in and the midnight hour approaches, you start to make your way back to the car, but Ace gets called over by some friends and you tell him to go say hi as you browse some vendor stands. 

“So you're Ace's new thing?” The voice is haughty and scornful and it takes a hot minute for you to realise that the person is talking to you. 

“Excuse me?” You ask as you turn around and are greeted by a tall, elegant girl with a snide smile. 

“Honey, don't play dumb.” She spits as she throws her hair over her shoulder. “Ace likes to have playthings to toy with from time to time. He gets tired of his one-night stands and dates a rando for a few weeks. Until he gets bored.” She laughs a high-pitched annoying laugh into her hand and stares at you from top to bottom, making you feel self-conscious about your casual outfit - denim overall shorts and a cute over the belly top. “Oh, and honey, you are certainly boring.”

The remark leaves a hot blush on your cheeks as it stings. This girl is poking her finger in the wound and digging, making it worse. She's the type of girl Ace would go for: tall, skinny, pretty. And you… you're just you. A normal girl, nothing too special. 

“Enjoy your time with him, sunshine, soon enough, he'll trade up. I'm sure he's told you you're special, and that he's never met someone like you; that you were never just some random girl, right? Does he have a special nickname for you, too?”

You're pretty sure your teeth will snap from all the grinding they're doing. You want to tell this girl to go to hell because you know Ace cares for you. But what she's saying strikes too close to the truth for your liking. It's all too real. And that's when she hits you with the final blow. 

“I bet he's taking you to his special place to see the fireworks, right? Think you're the only one, honey? Think again. Been there, done that. And here I am. Jilted, as you'll also be.” She gives another high-pitched cackle and you swallow the lump in your throat. There's nothing you can say to her. No comeback, no witty response. She's telling the truth, you're sure of it. “And think about it, honeybee, didn't he tell you the other night he was too busy to spend the night with you? You thought it was about work? Oh, honey…”

You practically freeze on the spot. Yes you thought he was busy with work. You didn't doubt it at all! But if she knew about this, could she have been the one to spend time with him? And here you thought that you were actually special, that this time he was telling the truth and really wanted to be with you. 

Turns out you really are just another girl? 

You see Ace coming back and the girl disappears just as quickly as she appeared. You're standing in the same spot, heart thumping against your chest, eyes prickling and throat dry. 

“Hey, Firestarter, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.” He touches your cheek softly and you recoil, a hurt look on your features. “What's wrong?” Ace eyes you with confusion. 

But you don't quite know what to tell him. “I… this girl…” You take a deep steadying breath. “I… never mind.” Swallowing the huge lump that has formed in your throat, you reluctantly accept his hand. 

Your head keeps replaying the words that girl told you, like a broken record, echoing them over and over. And every time your heart constricts harder against your chest as tears start to prickle the corners of your eyes. Once you reach the jeep, you feel Ace's worried look burning into you, yet when he asks you what's wrong again, you don't really know what to tell him. 

You don't know if you're just making things up in your head or if what the girl said is true. What you do know is that your already fleeting trust in Ace has been rattled. And you feel more insecure than ever. 

“Can you take me home, Ace, please?” Your voice is a mere whisper and you can't force your eyes to meet his. Are you really just another thing for him to play with when he's bored? Or are you actually as special as he makes you feel? You need time alone to process and think and you can't do it with him giving you worrying looks. 

“You don't want to go see the fireworks? At our spot?” He sounds more sad than upset, but you shake your head at his words. A scornful expression on your lips as a dry chuckle rumbles through your throat. 

“Is it really our spot, Ace? You told me it was special and you wanted to show it to me because I am special. And that's fine. But I'm not the only special girl you've had in your life, am I? I'm just your current special girl.” You're stubborn, and so are your tears. Yet you're not surprised when one breaks through the barrier you were constructing and falls down your cheek. “And that's also okay! You've had your life before me, and I can't blame you for that! Especially because I knew that before we happened.” A silly little sob escapes your lips and Ace stares at you, helpless. It looks as if he wants to hold you and comfort you, but you're giving him all the signs that you want him to stay away from you, so he does just that. 

“I'm really confused at the moment, Ace. Please, take me home.” You climb into the passenger seat, vowing not to say anything else because you're feeling hurt and slighted and you know you'll snap and end up shouting and getting mad at Ace. 

And you can't really do that. You told him the truth. He had a life before you reconnected. He could have dated, fucked, kissed half the town or the whole town. It was none of your business. 

It still hurts, though. Because you really were starting to feel special. In your mind you had a made-up scenario where Ace had never felt for anyone the way he feels for you. That you're the first girl he ever fell in love with. Yet, according to that girl, there were other special girls before. And it should be fine, as you keep repeating to yourself. 

But it's not fine. 

Because you wanted to be special for Ace. 

And you're not. 

Ace climbs into the jeep and before starting the engine, his eyes try to pry some kind of information from you as to why you're behaving like this. You keep silent and face the window, effectively shutting him out. Sighing deeply he starts the car at the same time bright lights erupt in the sky, though neither of you cares to watch them now. 

When Ace stops the jeep in front of your porch, you climb out immediately and he follows you. You're halfway up the stairs when he grabs your wrist to stop you. The burn in your eyes is getting stronger and you just want to open the dam and cry your heart out. 

Whispering your name Ace wills you to turn. You do, reluctantly, but have trouble facing his gaze. 

“Are you going to at least tell me what happened before you go?” He sounds so distraught. Enough to make you glimpse at his dark eyes, though your expression is still very sombre and pained. 

“A girl came to talk to me, Ace. She told me you had a tendency to get bored of one-night stands when you found a special girl. You would give her a cute nickname, treat her as if she's the only girl in the world, take her to your special place and then, once you got bored again, you traded up. She made it quite clear that I'm not your type at all.” You couldn't help the sting and venom from dripping out of your words. 

You had been mulling over the girl's words during the silent ride, growing angrier and angrier at them, at her, and at yourself. You were the gullible one for believing that someone would find you special. 

“But you are special.” He says frowning and tugging at your wrist in a feeble attempt to get you to descend the steps and come closer to him. Yet you don't relent. 

“Yet you can't deny what she said.”

He looks down and sighs. “I don't lie to you, Firestarter. You know that. You know there were other girls before, but I have never taken them to our place. And they might have been special if you want to call them that, but none of them compares to you.”

You do know that he doesn't lie to you. He told you that and you chose to believe it. 

Though… “The other night when you said you were busy, did you meet with a girl?”

Ace grits his teeth and avoids your gaze as your jaw drops in surprise. He's not denying it. 

“It's not what you think. She came by the station to-...”

You pull your wrist hard, away from him and he has no choice but to open his hand for fear of hurting you and he lets you go. “I don't want to hear this right now, Ace. I don't. I need to think.” You place your index and thumb against the bridge of your nose, trying to both contain a throbbing headache and the torrent of incoming tears. “I need some time apart to think things through and if you start to sputter excuses I'll just be angry and that's not what I want. I need to think about us objectively.”

You take a step back, climbing another step, still shaking your head and raising your hand to stop his words or his strides. To stop him. Period. 

“Don't reach out, Ace. Don't. I'll speak with you when I'm ready.” You make the mistake of looking into his face before you turn and you can almost feel your heart shatter into tiny pieces. 

He looks devastated. 

Yet, so do you. 

-*-

You barely sleep all night and each time you get up - often, actually - to get food, water or use the bathroom, you notice that Ace has a small light on in his room as well. He must be struggling to find sleep, too. 

Every time you think about the look on his face, you feel like crying. It seems as if you are special to him, it really does. But are you, really? Or is it just wishful thinking? 

Deep down you have trust issues that still need healing. Your ex cheating on you only brought them to the surface, but you know enough about trauma to realise that many of these issues stem from childhood and from feeling abandoned by Shanks. Although you hold no grudge against your father, you know you still haven't fully healed. Little triggers like what happened with that girl, are all it takes to get you spiralling out of control. 

You know you need to deeply evaluate your feelings for Ace before taking this relationship further. Because there will always be girls from his past. Ace has been around. You knew that. So it's bound to happen. 

Girls hold grudges like a miser hoards gold! 

They will come and try to claim him, throw you off with hurtful words, and plant seeds of doubt in your mind. You need to decide now if you are willing - and strong enough - to face that every now and then. 

And if the relationship you build will be strong enough to withstand it. 

Sighing, you check your phone again. You're fighting hard against calling him. You've caught him writing something to you twice, seeing the speech bubbles appear. Yet, he hasn’t sent any text. Although part of you wishes he had reached out, another part of you is glad he's respecting your request. 

You do need time to process. 

Your heart, however, doesn’t. It keeps pounding relentlessly against your chest, reminding you it has already made its decision: it wants Ace. Desperately. It's a longing and a yearning so deep it almost aches. 

You miss him. 

You miss his scent, his touch, his voice and his kisses. You need him. 

You cuddle the pillow he uses when he visits and take a deep sniff, filling your lungs with his scent and shed a few more tears. The only other night you've spent apart was… 

The one the girl knew about. The one he was probably with her. 

Sitting up you throw his pillow to the floor and cross your legs, finding your phone and unlocking it. You find Luffy’s contact and rejoice when you realise he's online. You had a vague idea he was at the firestation today, but this confirms it. 

You call, and it rings twice before he answers, greeting you with your name. “How are you?” He sounds worried. Has Ace spoken to him already? 

“Hey, Loof.” Your voice sounds hoarse and raspy from all the crying. “I'm… feeling shitty.” You chuckle softly while fiddling with your ankle bracelet. 

“Ace told me you needed some time apart from him.” He sounds serious, which is so rare that you sit up straighter. “Want to talk about it?”

“Hmm, hmm.” You mumble between a sob and a hiccup. 

He calls your name again with a sigh. “Ace really likes you. I've never heard him speak about someone the way he does about you. He even told Grandpa you two were getting serious. He never tells Grandpa anything!”

The pressure on your chest builds up and starts to expand. Does he really think you're special?

“Loof… this girl came to me at the festival. She knew Ace couldn't be with me the other night. She implied she was with him and when I asked him, he didn't deny it.”

You sound miserable. You can't help but think that perhaps you're the one keeping yourself from being happy. You've had that thought before. When you discovered that Ichiji was cheating on you, your first thought was that it was your fault. That you deserved to be cheated on because you hadn’t tried hard enough. 

And now, your mind instantly goes to the same place. Ace spent the night with another girl because you just aren't good enough for him. You're not what he wants in a girl. 

Completely ignoring everything he tells you and how he acts towards you. Because he keeps acting devoted and dedicated to you, and you're too dumb or too self-absorbed in self-pity to realise it. 

Perhaps it's time to stop feeling sorry for the misery you create for yourself and start taking responsibility for your actions. 

Ultimately, you have to be the one responsible for your fate. 

“I know who she is. Ace was with her for a little while, but it wasn't that serious. I didn't even meet her officially… Anyway, she did come by the station the other day, when Ace was working. He was talking to you on the phone when she came looking for him. The station issn’t exactly private if you're not in the rooms, and he wasn't. Maybe she overheard the conversation between the two of you?” He exhales your name on the other side. “She was barely here for five minutes. Ace told her off and she left pouting. I'm sure that whatever she told you was meant to try and split you up.”

You're seething now. Obviously it was meant to split you two up! She couldn't know about your trust issues, but anyone who's dating Ace has to have them. He's a player. There will always be a nagging feeling about other girls he's been with. So it wasn't exactly a shot in the dark. She baited the hook and you swallowed it whole. 

You can bet she's just waiting for you to blow up your relationship - or beginnings of one - to smithereens so she can pick up Ace's pieces and help him get over you. 

“Fucking hell, she will!”

Luffy laughs on the other end. A short shishishi that gets you laughing along with him. “That's the spirit!”

Tears are still streaming down your face. But you might've reached a decision. You're going to take that leap of faith and give all of yourself to Ace. No reservations. You need to accept him for who he is. 

And, more importantly, you need to trust him. 

The previous plan will have to go back into action. Tell him you love him. Maybe you can build from there? Because you do love him. And there's no bitch in the world that's going to tear you apart like that. 

“Thank you, Luffy. That was enlightening. I needed that.” You sigh into the phone, your voice much lighter. 

“Anytime! You know, I really like my dumb brother.” And he laughs again, making you chuckle with him. “I've never seen him as happy as he's been these last few days. So talk to him soon, will you?”

You promise to do it first thing tomorrow since sleep is finally claiming you, and you say your goodbyes to your friend. Before going to bed, you pick up Ace's pillow from the floor and check out his window - the lights are now out. 

Okay, you'll both get to sleep on it. Tomorrow is a new day. 

-*-

Yet, tomorrow begins with a raging storm. There's pouring rain everywhere and you rush to help Shanks with the animals. Both of you are working hard and pulling the hay bales inside the barn, because the forecast did not foresee this deluge, and the bales were fine outside. 

Shanks tells you he tried to call Ace to help - your heart somersaults - but he was heading to the station to help since there were floods all over town. 

Well that's just another thing the storm manages to hinder. Your encounter with Ace. You were planning on heading to his house as soon as you helped Shanks, to talk with him, yet you can't do that now because he's not there. 

And there's no use in calling him. For two reasons, actually: one, he's probably super busy and two, the lines are acting up because of the storm and the service is down. 

So you decide to wait out the storm. 

Yet, the afternoon rolls by without any sign of the storm stopping, and now you're overly anxious. Ace is still not home - the jeep is out - and you need to speak with him. You don't think Luffy would've shared your conversation with his brother so Ace is probably still feeling devastated by the way you parted yesterday. You feel responsible. And you miss him so much. 

You try to call him again and by the third time, you finally get through. 

Ace sputters your name with surprise. “Ace!” You can barely hear him and you're pretty sure he can barely hear you. There's lots of static and the thunder and pouring rain don't help at all. “Ace! Can you hear me?”

“Barely!” He says something else but you can't understand it. 

“Are you at the station?”

“Yes.”

“I'm going to meet you there! We need to talk.”

You're not sure he heard you at all, but you think you hear him saying for you to stay home. Probably because of the storm. Yet, it seems like the rain has finally relented so what better time to go to him than now?

You're not quite sure if he hears you or not, but you need to get this off your chest before you go. “Ace, I love you.”

You hold on a second but are only greeted by static. He might not have heard you. 

Sighing, you get the car keys and send a text to your dad - even if you don’t know if he’ll get it or not, so you’ll leave a note in the kitchen as well. Shanks is over at Benn Beckman helping him because the roof of the barn broke and they need to fix it because all the animals are getting wet. Shanks promised he would not get on top of the roof, in case his back gave out, but he's still helping out any way he can. So you let him know you are going out so he doesn't worry. 

You've gotten into the habit of patting your car before turning the ignition and it responds well to praise, so that's exactly what you do before starting the engine and it doesn't let you down. 

Grinning, you make your way to the station, going well under the limit because the road is wet, slippery and the rain reduces your visibility significantly. 

You can't wait to see Ace. You need to feel him against you. There's an unending desire to feel his lips moving in tandem with yours, his tongue caressing your own as his hands explore you. The stupid silly grin doesn't leave your face. 

Not even when you spot the tiny black cat in the middle of the road and you swerve right to avoid hitting the poor thing. 

Not even when your car slips and slides as you push the brakes. 

Not when the deafening sound of metal crashing, windows breaking and the sickening crunch of broken bones fills your ears. 

It all happens too fast. 

Then darkness descends just as quickly.

[princesssmars]

in the darkened forest, i see you.

some stiles stilinski x witch reader headcanons

your whole life you knew you had a destiny to fulfill. its hard to juggle your magical heritage and your nosy best friends, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

wc: 1.328

contains : fluff. reader is a witch. mentions of some of season ones violence.

a/n : very self-indulgent and based on my very. very long and detailed teen wolf script. enjoy.

the name of your hometown always made you laugh inside your head. beacon hills, a sprawling town in northern california. by the title and looks you'd think the only things gravitating here would be families preparing for the future and seniors looking to settle down.

but there was so much hidden beneath the surface that almost every resident had no idea about.

when you were but seven years old you realized your family wasn't like other childrens.

where heathers dad worked in a home office, yours worked in a dingy but atmospheric antique shop selling various artifacts you've never seen before, ranging from "eye of newt" to "crushed cricket leg powder" to a bundle of weird-looking talismans.

where benjamins mom spoke english as her first language, you found out those funny words your mom would say when reading from her big book was her second language which was called latin. and how sometimes when she spoke it while cooking your food always came out tastier and you'd go to sleep feeling stronger than ever.

its on your 13th birthday when your parents sit you down and tell you the truth, how you've been born into a long line of witches from both your mother and father's side. how they can tell you've been curious as they were as kids, but they see something in you that pushed them to decide to let you in sooner to the lifestyle than other witchlings, who normally started learning before a witches becoming ceremony on their 16th.

"your magic can be a blessing and a curse," they said, sitting with you on the couch while your father showed you the family picturebook holding portraits of ancestors dating back hundreds of years. "but in our family, we've always put the greater good of witch kind before others. we protect our own and they protect us. you'll always have someone in your corner when things seem impossible. "

your parents were kidding, with you being introduced to some of the other witch kids in town. contrary to what you were thinking they were pretty popular, and welcomed you into their circle nearly immediately.

being popular means meeting many types of people though, and that's what led you to meet the one and only stiles stilinski.

he was a bit nerdy, and definitely less popular than you were but that didnt really matter. your first conversation was in english class freshman year, when you asked him for a pencil and he accidentally gave out four at once. you laughed at him and he told you that you had the prettiest smile he'd ever seen, and that since smiling made people live longer he hoped you live to be 110. it was weird but cute.

since that day you'd been friends, hanging out with stiles and scott often. you'd even show up to cheer at their lacrosse games even if they sucked. you tried giving them small luck charms before games which luckily seemed to work.

even if you found yourself growing close to them, you still kept the knowledge of your heritage close to your chest. even if stiles, being the mini detective he was, seemed to nearly figure it out multiple times.

but it's during the latter end of your sophomore year when things take a turn. stiles shows up to your house in the dead of night asking you to come with him to get some snacks and chill. figuring you had nothing else to do, you agreed and decided to walk the short trek with him to scott's house.

what he didnt tell you was that the three of you were going into the woods to find half of a damn dead body, the boys ignoring your complaints from behind them as they searched the forest floor. sure you could've gone home, but it'd be a lie to say you weren't just a bit interested yourself. and scared they'd get themselves killed.

the funs cut short when you and stiles are caught by his dad, who on the drive home awkwardly insinuates that he thought you two had snuck away to fool around in the woods, making the both of you loudly deny it. but after you get dropped off at home you start thinking if it'd be the worst thing in the world to date the stilnksi boy.

the next few weeks are chaos, with you finding out that not only are werewolves back in beacon hills but the newest addition is scott himself. you try to give him as much help as you can without seeming too suspicious.

but it's one afternoon when stiles comes up to you acting the calmest you've ever seen him and tells you he's taking you out for burgers, his treat. you agree because one free burgers and two alone time with your...best friend stiles. win-win situation, right?

wrong, because as soon as you're settled in the passenger seat and ready to eat a burger after the crappy school lunch, stiles turns in his seat and asks "are you supernatural too?"

you looked at him and knew you couldn't lie to his face, the truth spilling from your mouth faster than you could comprehend. he seemed more excited to hear about you being a witch than you did when you found out you were one.

you swear him and scott to secrecy, telling him it's already dangerous enough that they know. your secret is safe with them but god are they annoying about it.

what spells can you do? do you have a cauldron? do you have any family members who died in salem? could you put a curse on jackson? not a super serious one just so he...ok nevermind.

as irritating as it could be, you knew that they meant well.

sometimes when you're in your room studying your grimoire, stiles will ask you to translate the little latin notes on the sides to him. when you start to get annoyed you'll explain one to him and tell him that whatever you just said is a curse and because he asked you to say it its now on him. his face is priceless every time.

the day of your becoming ceremony is pure chaos to put it simply. your parents wake you up and give you your favorite breakfast foods which is always nice. the stiles picks you up from school while he and scott are acting completely suspicious about a surprise they have for you.

you find out what it is when you get to school and see a giant banner at the front of the school that reads "happy birthday y/n!". it's almost enough to make you cry.

once the school day is over you have to head home for the ceremony, but not before your best friends beg you to tag along, not knowing that you haven't exactly told your parents that you told them your secret.

its safe to say they were pissed off when you got home, but we're more understanding (and slightly shocked and scared) when you told them that scott was a werewolf. but the more supernatural the better!

the ceremony goes off without a problem, and by the end you already feel stronger. the new power surging through your veins gives you a boost of confidence.

you drive with stiles as he drops scott off, before he takes you up to your favorite spot overlooking the city. its one of your favorite ways to end a night, looking out at your home and talking to your favorite person in the world. with your newfound confidence, you admire stiles as he rants about something before grabbing his face and bringing him in for a kiss.

you pull away after a few seconds, looking at his dazed face to see if he reciprocates your feelings or not. when he gives you that signature dopy smile of his and kisses you, its more magical than you could've hoped for.

[hellishere7980]

Whatever It Takes (CH-5)

Three days after Ra’s Al-Ghul died

She was shaken out of her thoughts as the train rattled to a stop. Such broken down trains were very uncommon to see in the USA these days, but okay, illegal businesses aren't meant to be all hi-fi and attention catching. She got up to the train onto the station, ensuring that her bun and cap were securely in place. The reason she picked this place was? You ask? Well, the only way to defeat the bat-technology was to use technology they were not accustomed to. Sadly, there wasn't much technology, or frankly, no technology that the bats weren't used to, so she used the next best thing- outdated technology. Awfully hard to make the technology corporate and a perfect grainy cover to always keep people in doubt. A lady, maybe in her 30s, looked over curiously at her.

“Are you fine, dearie? Is there someone you're looking for?” The lady asked.

She'll give up her favorite dagger if people agreed that it didn't sound creepy. Who asks a young girl if there is someone going to pick her up? That's like asking for a kidnapping. Or maybe a robbery. She'll give her the benefit of doubt.

“Why don't you mind your own business already? Desperate is not a good look on you.” She let a nice New York rockin’ accent slip in.

“Excuse me?!” The lady said, completely mortified.

“Excused.” Mariam replied while turning away.

The lady got up, huffed, and walked off, muttering something along the lines of, “Kids these days. They have no respect. No wonder the country is–”

Now before you get all judgey. This is simple human psychology. A person would be more cooperative to help find a victim if the victim was a sweet little girl. That sparked human pity. Nobody would go too much out of the way to help her rude little brat they saw on the train. While it's sad that this is the situation of the society, it's true. And she had tried it enough places to know that it worked like a charm.

Soon, Mariam got off the train. She made her way to a boarding ship that was leaving for Spain. In about 5 hours. Not her smartest choice to go there, but… She'll have time to find something in one of the boxes to wear! Shopping malls were not guaranteed to have outdated cameras. Grainy surveillance could very much stop a person from being caught shoplifting. As Mariam was looking around the boxes, she found pale pink leggings. Perfect. She thought. No excessive fabric to ruin motion. She snooped through a couple of more boxes and found a black T-shirt with purple lines on it. Another great find. These clothes are the definition of an ordinary outfit. She got into the box, changed, and then got out.

I'll just lay down for a little while. Mariam thought. Frankly, running around like a demented hooligan did tire her, despite the level of stamina she has. As she leaned against one of the crates in the shadows. She tried to think why she wasn't in her comfy bed in the league. Sure, it was just a futon on the floor, but it beat the wood scraping her back any day. Right. She thought. Just killed their Leader, so… May not be so open to the killer.

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Can it be called ceiling if it's the ceiling of a ship? Does English have a different word for the ceiling of a ship? I don't think so. Oh, good. I'm procrastinating. This procrastinating will definitely reduce my effectiveness. And now I sound like Mother. This will be the news of the town. Trained assassin killed due to negligence caused due to procrastination. Procrastination: The number one enemy of mankind. Huh, sounds like a good title. Again procrastinating. Mariam sternly told herself. Stop procrastinating. OK, deep breath in. Deep breath out. Feel your toes. Do not faint down. Mariam tried to calm herself, repeating the chant her mother taught her as a young kid whenever her focus would go off stream.

You just killed your grandfather. You declared your mother the head of the League of Assassins. You did not stay with your father or your mother. Instead, you chose to flee because you're too much of a COWARD to-look-your-brother-and-mother-in-the-eyes, because-they-have-the-same-EYES-as-your-grandfather.

She let out a sigh.

No good overthinking it now. I decided all the pros and cons before I did it. Who knows maybe this new ‘Life’ may not be so bad. It's not like I'm abandoning them. I'll still go visit and… It will work out. Hopefully. She drew a deep breath in. The breath out. No mother to help you out of a panic attack. Mariam told herself. You're on your own, kid. You can handle this. (Taylor Swift pun intended.)

With that, Mariam got into the crate, making sure that she had proper air circulation and that the crate would not shift with the ship's movement. She allowed the gentle to and fro motion of the sea to lull her into sleep. A sleep filled with green eyes, golden goblets, and murderous intentions, popularly known as her grandfather, Ra’s Al-Ghul.

She got up after one hour. League training ensured that she was always aware, even while resting. She went back to sleep. This continued to happen throughout her journey through the Atlantic Ocean. Food had never been a concern. She had too good of a stamina to let her awareness be affected by it. Soon she was woken before her one-hour gap due to the shouting above deck.

Two possible reasons. She thought. Number one, we are being taken over by pirates. Or we have arrived at our destination.

The latter reason turned out to be correct. She got off. There was a beautiful Spanish sunset. Looks like any sunset. Mariam thought in the privacy of her mind. She got off and made her way to the nearest train station.

“Excuse me?” She asked the man sitting at the counter In passable Spanish. “When does the train leave for Plymouth?”

“The day after tomorrow, kid.” The guy replied back.

He didn't even look up. Mariam thought, scrunching her nose at the man. Too busy playing Galaga underneath the desk, I see. (Avengers, pun intended.)

“Is there any way to reach there earlier using layovers?” She politely asked. This statement, however, got the guide to look up and squint his eyes at Mariam.

“Why?” He asked.

None of your business is what she would have said. Buuuut, she wanted the guy to be cooperative. So instead, she said. “It's for a school project. Our topic is to find out the difference between a straight path time and a layover path time.”

The guy looked at the chart in front of him and said, “There is a way, but it will take you about 7 hours more.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, replied and left.

Six hours later, she was asking a different counter guy for a layover ticket to Plymouth.

Another trick she learned from the guy who was teaching her. Never EVER go dot to dot. That's asking for a clear trace path. She has to use all her cards if she's trying to hide herself from the League of Assassins and the Bat Clan.

[shinyrhinestones]

What?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings: Pretty sure theres none.

Genre: Fluff.

Category: Blurb.

Summary: I had this little cute but funny idea, where Reader is trying to cuddle up next to Spencer, who has a baby from a recent marriage, but they can't really find room for themselves.

English isn't my mother tongue, so there will probably be some mistakes.

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The bed sheets were messed up, while the soft yellow light from the bedside lamp was lighting up the small bedroom. It was late, the curtains being pulled infront of the window and the sound of an owl could be heard calling. Spencer on his right side, on the left side of the bed, resting his head on his right arm, still dressed in his everyday clothing that he would wear to work. His tie had been losened, along with a few buttons that he had opened to get more comfortable.

He was completely gone. Probably somewhere in a completely different world, dreaming of it.

You and Spencer had gotten together a few months ago, knowing that he'd recently been through a divorce. He was taking things slow, due to his fear of it all going down hill like last time. You knew he had a kid, but your love for Spencer wouldn't die down just because of that. You thought his baby was cute and adorable. You could see the small resemblence. He had finally gotten his kid to fall asleep, and was now knocked out himself. Exhausted from his kid not obliging to his request. The problem was, that they were both taking up too much space on the bed. Your feet walked across the cold floor, as you ended up standing next to the bed looking down at them both. You were dressed in some comfortable clothing to sleep in, ready to just shut your heavy eyes and feel the warm quilt around your legs and Spencers soft skin pressing up against your own. You sat down on your knees on the edge of the bed, trying to crawl inbetween Spencer and his child.

You only just managed to get some room between them, and drape his arm over your figure. Spencer had shifted slightly, when he felt someone grab his left arm. He opened his brown eyes just a little looking up at you, but closed them when he saw the familiar face next to him. You laid down and adjusted to feeling the comfort of Spencers large hand around your waist and the beds gentleness. You were about to turn off the bedside lamp, when a familiar loud cry came from the baby next to you, missing the presence of his dad, as you laid between them, blocking his view of his father. Your eyes widened before they closed again, with a heavy sigh, as Spencer immediately woke up and looked over your form to see his son, with a very confused and tired: "What?" Left his mouth, as he rubbed his eyes lazily.

You laid your head down against the pillow, laying on your side trying to ignore them both. Spencer took a hold of his son, and left the room to give you some peace. You took a large grab of the quilt hugging it around your body, as you closed your eyes. You felt a stinging feeling in your belly as your cheeks grew red, from embarrassment, hiding yourself in the warm and delicate world of the white duvet, your feet sticking out from it feeling a fresh breeze brush over them, as you wiggled your head onto one of Spencers chilly pillows.

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[bonesandthebees]

still thinking about the qsmp lighting strike one shot...

learning sign language makes you realise just how isolating it is to cant hear properly and its just so nice to see phil signing even when hes not speaking directly to tallulah and even tho she has a hearing aid and could hear him this close

richas having a prosthetic leg and being carried a lot and the other kids understanding that and not complaining about not being carried too which is something youd except to see with kids

and the kids choosing to speak mostly with sign too and richas having to learn with his leg and finding little bonuses like hiding lock picks, its so interesting and cool to see, just representation man, yk

and just the way such a short story is packed with happy little language things in general is sweet, hearing your own language after some time is always such a good feeling, cant imagine not hearing it for so long

or while the parents are communicating in english they still talk to the kids in their languages so they nurture their native languages and dont forget

and you nailed character voices and personalities so well, like you clearly worked on every character to figure them out and its so cool to see basically literally the qsmp characters in this story

the bagi and cellbit moment was a cherry on top, made me so emotional I love them

the possible/implied parallel to crimeboys/wil and tallulah was so hopeful

all in all such a sweet little story, 10/10 I cried

aaaa thank you so much this makes me so happy to hear how much you enjoyed it

yes exactly, a lot of hearing people, even well meaning ones, don't seem to realize how much hoh/deaf people have to struggle with feeling isolated. even if a hoh/deaf person can read lips, can hear a bit, has hearing aids, or even has a cochlear implant that doesn't mean they talking to people is easy. there's issues with background noise or not having people facing you when they speak or sometimes you just don't have the energy that day to put your everything into focusing on what other people are saying. I'm a hearing person but this was a common thing I heard about my Deaf teachers in my ASL classes when we learned about Deaf culture and audism. also, while of course I'm in no way trying to say my experiences are similar to that of a hoh/deaf person, I have an audio processing disorder so hearing is something I struggle with a LOT, specifically when it comes to communicating with others. if there's a lot of background noise, even if I'm standing right next to someone I might only catch ~60% of what they say and I have to use context to guess the rest. it's unbelievably frustrating at times.

so I figured that since q!phil is already so accommodating and aware of tallulah's 'asthma' in canon, I thought it just made sense that in an au where she's hoh he would be very attentive and would make sure to sign to her regularly so she won't miss out on what's going on.

richas babyyyy <33 when they're walking for long periods of time like that I figured it just made sense for the adults to want to take the strain off of richarlyson's leg by carrying him, but also I just thought the mental image of richas sitting on cellbit's shoulders was too cute not to include. benefits of having six parents is there's always someone around to carry you lol. also I thought of the lockpick thing and it was too funny not to mention. richas would 100% hide random things in his prosthetic if it had a compartment for that.

I had the rest of the kid prefer signing to talking for two main reasons: one, I thought it would be the way to interpret all of them using signs in canon to talk while tallulah is the only one who has hearing aids. and two, when you grow up in a world where being too loud means death, wouldn't you learn not talking is better? it's sad but I thought it made sense :(

the language stuff in general was so fun to play with. although it's definitely nervewracking to try and write in languages I don't know, I think it just feels more natural for the parents to speak to their kids in their first languages even when they're around english speakers. idk I just went off vibes for those bits and really enjoyed it. and then cellbit and bagi's entire Big convo I felt had to be in portuguese given how serious the subject matter was so of course they'd both have it in their first language, and I'm so grateful for the help I got with the portuguese there.

i've had several people tell me I nailed the character voices in lightning strike and that makes me SO happy because I was trying so hard. some of the members are easier for me to write (phil I'm used to obviously, cellbit idk why I just kind of get how he talks and don't have to think too hard) but then for others I put a lot of effort into making sure they sounded right (etoiles was the one I had to focus on the most because he has such a distinct way of talking but he's also so fun to write, bagi I've watched a lot of clips of recently so I had her voice but I still wanted to make sure I nailed her, and tina like etoiles has a fairly distinctive way of speaking so I thought over her lines a lot too)

I came up with the idea to parallel wilbur trying to find tommy and then wilbur coming back to tallulah with cellbit and bagi finding each other again after all these years while I was writing it and I was very happy with how that whole bit turned out :)

i'm so glad you enjoyed ty for this it made me smile a lot <33

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Daughter!reader - things we didn’t know

Mr Evershed x daughter!reader - things we didn’t know - is so good! It deserves a sequel, please. Maybe R asks her dad about her bio dad and he tells her. So when she shows up for tutoring maybe she just randomly give Mr. Evershed a hug? Maybe they can celebrate her getting a better good grade on the next test after that wee or so after because Mr. Evershed would have permission to leave school with his daughter and they go get ice cream or something to celebrate her grade and them bonding? Just some ideas, don't have to use them but a sequel with R and Mr. Evershed bonding as father and daughter would be much appreciated. - @witchreporter 💜

Part two:

Sitting in your after school English lesson, you worked through the worksheet the best your could.

“Mr Evershed?”

“Hm?”

You looked up at him.

“I won’t be able to come after school next week, I have training, and it’s everyday after school until the weekend.”

“Training? As if football or something?”

He wasn’t aware you took part in any sort of sport related activities.

You grinned a little and shook your head.

“Parkour.”

“Parkour?”

He walked over and sat at the table, giving you a confused look.

“Yeah! I saw some teenagers doing it when I was a kid and like I absolutely loved it, so I begged my mum and dad to let me do it and they did! I’ve been doing it every since, why else would I know how to do a front flip?”

“Boredom?” He offered.

You grinned a little.

“There is that.”

You handed him your worksheet.

“I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks for telling me, good luck with your competition.”

“Thanks! You know you can come if you want.”

“I.. don’t think that’s very appropriate, sorry.”

You shrugged a little.

“It’s cool, but the offer is still there. Have a good evening!”

“You too!” He called.

You ran home, and you barrelled through front door, throwing your stuff on the floor you ran straight to the kitchen a slid across the floor, nearly crashing into the counter.

“Oh hey mr layer man. Hey dad, what’re you doing here?”

The two shared a look.

You wondered to the fridge and pulled out a drink and sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

“Well, we were actually just discussing something about you.” Joshua said.

“Me? I’m not in trouble am I? Cause I’ve been in extra lessons so I couldn’t have done it.”

Both of them laughed.

“No, nothing like that sweetheart. I think.. maybe we should talk.” Robert sighed.

You looked at him and set your drink aside.

“Did you find my birth dad?” You asked quietly, “is he going to try and take me away from you..?”

“No. No, of course he isn’t not.”

Robert walked over and handed you a document.

“But we did find your birth dad yes. I wasn’t sure about telling you, but you’ve been asking a lot recently about him.”

“What’s he.. what’s he like..?”

“He’s a good man. You already know him.” Robert smiled.

He pointed to the name on the document.

“Martin Evershed… Mr Evershed..?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s Mr Evershed.”

You set the paper aside and looked at your dad.

“He knows. He promised me he wouldn’t tell you anything until I told you.”

You slowly nodded your head and went upstairs to process what you had been told.

The following day, you couldn’t bring yourself to go to English, so you didn’t, and you were skipped your English after school as well.

On the last day of the week, you found yourself standing outside his classroom, that same DNA proof document in your hands as you debated this.

You took a small breath and pushed the door open, walking over to his desk you stood in front of him.

“(Y/N)? Where have you been?”

“I know.” You mumbled.

“What?”

You set the paper in front of him and he immediately recognised it.

Standing up, he sighed and walked around, running a hand through his hair.

“I should have told you but I promised your dad I wouldn’t, I’m sorry. I understand if you want to move English lessons, have someone else tutor you, I completely understand.” He said.

You looked at him.

Walking over, you grabbed his arms and held them out, and then you wrapped your arms around him.

Mr Evershed looked down at you, and he left out a he didn’t know he was holding.

He wrapped his arms around you and gently hugged you back, and you took a small breath.

“I’ve been trying to find you for years…” you whispered.

“I’m sorry I had no idea…”

You nodded, and you two just stood hugging one another for a few minutes before you pulled away and sniffled a little.

He smiled softly and placed his hand on top of your head.

“Hey, hey there’s no need for tears.” He whispered.

“I.. I’m just so happy that you’re a good person… I thought.. I thought maybe you’d be a bad person.. or.. or take me away from my dad..”

“No, no of course not. He’s your dad, he raised you, and he did such an incredible job at it too. I know I’ve missed a lot of your life, but I’d like to be part of it as well, but I will never try take over from Robert, okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, moving his hand to your shoulder.

“Come here.”

He pulled you in for another hug, and you happily hugged him back.

“Is this why you didn’t come yesterday?”

You nodded.

“I was just scared I guess…”

“You have nothing to be afraid of, alright? Absolutely nothing.”

You nodded and pulled away with a smile.

“Does this mean you’ll come to my competition?”

“Absolutely I will.”

You beamed happily, and instead of doing English you sat there and you told him all about your childhood, all the things he wasn’t able to be there for.

And he happily listened.

The following week you had a test on the Monday, and you tried your hardest, you gave it your all and when you handed it in, you grinned a little.

“It’s not empty this time.”

“Well I certainly hope not we’ve been working hard. Are you off to training?”

You nodded your head.

“See you tomorrow!”

He waved at you as you ran out the door and he got to work marking the test papers.

He started with yours first, and he was glad he did, because the grace you had gotten was better than the one a few weeks ago.

You were getting better and he knew you’d be overjoyed with it.

And you were, you were beyond happy with it, and you excitedly ran out of the school with your test paper.

Your competition came around fast, and Mr Evershed found himself stood outside the arena looking a little lost as he waited for your dad.

“You look uncomfortable.” Robert chuckled.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to these sorts of things. My daughters are a lot younger than (Y/N), so I suppose i thought I wouldn’t be doing this stuff for years.”

Robert nodded his head and led him inside.

“Trust me I understand. Sometimes I forgot she’s nearly an adult.”

“You just want to keep them safe and wrapped away from the world.”

Robert nodded his head in agreement and they sat down at the front of everyone where their seats were.

Robert explained everything for Mr Evershed, the rules, the type of contest it was and what you would be doing.

“Here, look, she’s up.” Robert whispered.

He pointed to you and both your dads turned to watch you.

You waited for your cue and got ready, it was simple, you had to complete the course in the fastest time.

When the bell went you ran, jumping over things, running under things, climbing up and swinging across everything put in your way.

You were fast, and you did everything with ease with people cheering and chanting your name.

When you rounded to the final obstacle, you picked up the pace and you ran up the wall before reaching up, hauling yourself over the edge you slammed your hand on the button to stop the timer.

“3 minutes and 29 seconds! The fastest time by just one second!” The announcer cheered.

Robert and Mr Evershed stood, cheering and clapping and you beamed proudly as you slid down the ramp you ran up and ran over to the other contestants who had finished.

“Sorry Jay, you just weren’t quick enough.” You grinned.

He rolled his eyes, lightly punching your shoulder.

“I woulda had it if I didn’t trip at the end.”

“You did good, don’t beat yourself up. Coulda happened to any of us.”

You all watched the remaining contestants take part, and finally you were all allowed to go with your family and friends until the judges were ready.

You jogged over to your dads and you jumped on Robert, hugging him tightly.

“That was amazing!” Mr Evershed smiled.

Letting go of your adoptive dad, you turned to your biological dad and beamed at him. He held his arms out and you jumped on him as well, hugging him tightly.

“So who do you think has the win?” Robert asked.

You let go of Mr Evershed and you all sat down.

“Well, it depends on if the judges decide whether Jays fall was because of the course or because of himself. A few people stumbled there so they’re checking it out to decide now.” You said.

They nodded and you all spoke about the competition and you explained all the aspects to Mr Evershed.

Then the announcement came for all contestants to line up and you did.

They announced third, second, and then it came to first.

You and Jay had the fastest times, and you both looked at one another.

“And for first place with the fastest time of 3 minutes 29 seconds, (Y/N) (L/N)!”

You beamed and walked over to the podium and stood on it, letting them give you the medal and the trophy.

Looking behind you, you held a hand out to Jay.

“Come on.”

He beamed and took it, letting you pull him up and you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, both of you holding the trophy for the rest of the photos.

You let him take the either the medal or the trophy, and he chose the medal, and you walked back over to your dads.

“Ready for that dinner?” Robert smiled.

“Yeah!”

You turned to Mr Everhsed.

“You’ll come too, right?”

“If your dads okay with it yeah.”

“Yeah, come on.” Robert grinned.

So you all had dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate.

A few weeks later you had another English test, and you were anxiously waiting your score, and Mr Evershed decided to keep your paper until last and waited for people to leave.

“Damn did I do that bad?” You asked.

He laughed, walking over.

“The opposite actually, you passed!”

You gasped and tackled him into a hug, and he laughed, hugging you back.

“Yes! I passed?!”

“Yeah! And if you keep it up soon enough you’ll be smashing through your exams with flying colours.” He smiled.

Pulling away, you looked at the test paper happily.

You leant against your dad, and he smiled, hand on your head as he looked at his watch.

“You want to go celebrate?” He asked.

You looked up at him.

“I thought I couldn’t leave school with you?”

“Well, your dad rang up and explained everything to Mrs Carter. You can leave school with me, and I can drop you off too. I can do pretty much anything your dad is allowed to do, with his permission on some things however.”

You quickly nodded your head and grabbed your bag, stuffing your test into it.

“Yeah! Can we get ice cream!”

“Let’s get ice cream!”

You beamed and you were practically bouncing down the hallways out to the car park, and you ran around his car and jumped in.

Mr Evershed took you both to a small desert place and he handed you a menu to look through you.

“Can I get chocolate mint?”

“Really? Chocolate mint?”

“It’s nice!”

“I’m starting to question if you’re my daughter you know, chocolate mint is not a nice flavour.”

You reached over and slapped your menu on his head and he smirked at you.

“Yes you can.”

He ordered for you both, and you looked around.

“So, why chocolate mint?” He asked.

“Well, it’s nice. Refreshing, and I like the weird taste mint ice cream leaves.”

“You’re so strange.”

“I know, it’s great. You’re basic you got vanilla. That’s a basic flavour Mr Martin Evershed.”

“Ouch full name just because I got vanilla ice cream? That hurts.”

“Good I’m glad it does. It should.”

“Really? Oh really now? Is that how we’re playing this?”

The waiter brought over your ice cream but before you could take yours Mr Evershed grabbed the bowl and put it next to you.

“No!”

You reached over and he pushed your hand away.

“Nope, only nice people get ice cream.”

“No! Martin you can’t do that! I’m your child!”

“It’s exactly why I can do it.” He grinned.

You kept trying to reach your ice cream and he kept pushing your hand away while he ate his ice cream.

Giving up. You took his ice cream and smirked at him.

“Two can play that game.”

You grabbed his spoon and stabbed it into his ice cream.

“Hey! No! Make your own ice cream a paste! Not mine!”

He quickly swapped the bowls and you both grinned at each other.

You began mashing your own ice cream and he shook his head a little bit at you.

“So, are we going to be nice now?” He asked.

“Uhm no. You’re still basic.”

You grabbed your bowl and held it away from him.

Your milkshakes arrived and you happily sipped yours, and you looked at his.

“Strawberry, do you want to try some? I can get another straw.”

“See I want to say yes, but I’m like really allergic to strawberries.”

“Okay absolutely none for you then. Are you allergic to anything else?”

“Basic bitches…”

“(Y/N) (L/N)!”

You laughed loudly and beamed proudly at him.

Mr Evershed just smiled at you, shaking his head.

His phone chimed and he looked at it.

“Your dad says he’s got to work a little later than normal, he wants to know if you’re going home or if you want to stay with me until he comes to pick you up.”

“I wanna stay with you, can we stay in town though?! There’s so many cool things I wanna look at!”

Mr Evershed smiled and nodded his head.

“Absolutely.”

You grinned and sipped your milkshake, happily mashing your ice cream into a paste still and Mr Evershed smiled softly at you.

He thought getting to know you was going to be hard, but it wasn’t, and he was hoping he’d be able to get to spend more time with you and learn everything there was about his daughter

[purplesurveys]

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Do you own anything from Victoria's Secret "Pink" line? Do you really think the clothes are worth the price? I don't. And maybe for some people yeah but personally it's not my style so no.

What does your last incoming text say, who was it from, and how do you feel about that person? It was a delivery rider just asking for specific directions going to our house. I don't have any feelings about the guy since I never ended up meeting him as I was out when he texted.

Did you have a New Year's kiss? No, I've always been with family in celebrating the New Year.

Are there any words that you cannot pronounce or that you pronounce incorrectly? For some reason I struggle with enunciating 'beautiful.'

After a long day at work or of doing something physical what tends to hurt more? Your back or your feet? Back and shoulders, which is why I always have a supply of ointment to coat all over my body at the end of the day lol. My legs only really hurt on days I do a lot of walking, which don't happen a lot.

Do you have a smart phone? If so, what's your favorite app? Yes. As for my favorite app, I always find myself checking in on Reddit multiple times a day, even when mid-work.

Who would you say is the overall best person you know, and why? Angela is the most reliable person in my life. I trust her inputs on literally everything – just this morning I messaged her asking for help on how to use Carousell LOL – and apart from that she has the kindest heart and I know she'll always have my back no matter what, whether it's in the form of listening to me or calling me out when I'm on ther verge of doing something stupid.

If you had to choose between being a Nurse or an English teacher which would you choose and why? English teacher. I know I wouldn't be the best with kids/teenagers but I feel like I nevertheless have enough people skills to get by. Plus I feel like I'm okay when it comes to explaining and teaching things, so it'd work out better at least compared to being a nurse.

Do you have a specific gas station you usually go to? Or do you stop wherever? Yes, there's a specific brand I always go to. I'm not good with car stuff so I don't want to risk going to a different station and potentially going with the wrong kind of gas and damaging my car forever.

How much older than you was the oldest person you have dated/had a relationship with? I've only ever been with one person and they are my age.

Is anything stressing you out at the moment? We have a family Christmas party/reunion this weekend and I have not wrapped a single gift. I might just buy a bunch of paper bags tomorrow since there is simply no time to individually wrap everything hahaha.

What is your opinion on dating someone who already had a child/children from a previous relationship? I know it shouldn't be a problem at this age but personally speaking it might intimidate me. I'm nowhere near ready to be a mom/stepmom.

Have you ever actually found a mascara that makes a huge difference for your lashes? I don't use mascara. I like my eyelashes enough as they're naturally long already and don't really feel the need to make it look ~aesthetically pleasing~

Would you rather have one or two great facial features that stand out, or have just an overall pretty face but have no special features? I'd take the pretty face. Pretty privilege is real and can take you places.

Do you have any plans for Valentine's Day? Did you do anything last Valentine's Day? I haven't had plans for Valentine's Day in three years and don't feel the need to celebrate it alone.

Do you check your horoscope daily? If so, did you relate to your horoscope at all today? I do not believe in horoscopes.

When you need to remember something, how do you usually go about doing so? I use my Notes app and just note down a bunch of stuff in there, whether it's a dream I don't want to forget, or a random thing a client would say during a meeting that I'd need to remember. That's why I often get confused when I look through my archives haha everything lacks context.

Do you think you're a confident person? In your opinion what makes someone "confident" anyways? I'm confident in some ways, like how I feel comfortable with my own company and am not in an active search for a relationship; or how I'm always ready to bite back if a relative tries to be condescending with me (because Filipino family culture means always trying to find reasons to indirectly insult one another hahaha). But I'm also no stranger to insecurity every now and then.

How would you describe someone that is your type of guy/girl? I like someone no-nonsense, a bit on the serious side and have an air of confidence and being able to take care of themselves. Someone who tries to make jokes every 10 seconds just sounds exhausting. I also prefer a friend than setups or online dating as it's more comforting if I already know the person.

Do you read books often? What is your all time favorite book and author? I used to but stopped reading a very long time ago. I just lost the time for it at some point until eventually I also lost the passion for it. That said I never was able to find my all-time favorite book or author.

Have you recently accomplished anything that you are proud of yourself for? I've been having a difficult time coming to terms with my promotion until literally today when I encountered a Reddit thread of someone who's in the EXACT same situation – got promoted but doesn't feel like they're cut out for the job, and them feeling like they only got promoted because a couple of seniors in their workplace had just resigned, and them ultimately thinking of leaving.

I honest to god thought everyone in the thread was going to be supportive of OP resigning, but it was the complete opposite. People were raising points like "they trust you enough to promote you, make the most of it," "they've seen your past mistakes and still promoted you," "discomfort is inevitable with change, just stick with it and grow from it" and it really felt like they were talking to me. Anyway, I'm for sure still thinking of resigning but stumbling upon that has also helped me start to cope with and embrace (for now) where I'm at.

So speaking of for nows, I'll try to be proud of my biggest achievement this year which is getting promoted to director – something I literally never even strove to achieve since I only ever targeted becoming a manager.

Are you still friends with any of your exes? Do you still communicate with any of them at all? I'm not friends with her and cut off all contact the year immediately following the breakup.

What is your opinion on people that shop at Sephora for makeup as opposed to buying makeup from the drugstore? I don't care.

When you enter a store like Target or Walmart where is the first section you go? We don't have those.

Are you the type of person to fight for someone or walk away? Depends. I used to be the kind of person who would, regardless of the circumstances; but after some things I've been through I'm a little less...dedicated to people in general now.

Is marijuana legal for "recreational use" where you live? Also what is your opinion on the recent legalization of marijuana in certain states? It's not, and I don't have much of an opinion on marijuana tbh since it's never been a hot societal/cultural concern where I live.

Do you live on your own or with your parents/a roommate? Do you think you'd like to live alone? I live with my family, so that's parents and siblings. I'd love to live alone one day, but I'm not in a rush because how the hell can I live anywhere with these condo prices lol?

How often would you say you use Microsoft Word? I use it around 4-5 times a week, but I'm predominantly on Google Docs as it lets me work on files in real-time with teammates at work.

What is the last online purchase you made? Last few gifts for my sister, which includes a Spongebob pajama set and a couple of FNAF plushies. She's into so many fandoms that I just got her something from each haha. Before I checked these out I also had gotten her a few Resident Evil fanmade merch.

Do you usually have bad symptoms around "that time of the month"? I just get very emotional and feel like crying every 0.5 seconds, but as far as physical symptoms there fortunately aren't any.

Is there anyone you have to see on a daily/weekly basis that you really dislike? Not really, no.

Is your hair thick or thin? Would you say it's easy to manage? It's very thick and is quite difficult to manage, especially after I had it bleached. It's always been on the dry and frizzy side and don't think it will ever get to a healthy glowing state.

Have you ever had to deal with any type of long distance relationship, whether it be a romantic relationship or a friendship? Yes, 10 years ago I had a tight-knit group of Internet friends; we were all into wrestling and were pretty much part of the first wave of stan Twitter when it wasn't even a thing yet, lol. We slowly fizzled out when the main two people we were stanning left WWE and went off the radar for a bit.

Are you procrastinating doing anything right now? Yes. Can you believe I still have a deck to work on, so close to Christmas? This is my first December where work is still on a peak. It's gross.

How do you feel about being called sweetie/dear/honey/etc.? It's okay as long as it doesn't come from a man who's being disgusting.

Have you ever had a thing for/relationship with a coworker? How did it end? Never have. Seems a little irresponsible to me.

What type of deodorant do you use? Do you notice any difference between powders and gels? I have a local brand and I've never used powder so I can't compare.

What would you say is your worst habit? Peeling off nails. I've gotten more than one bleeding nailbed because of this.

Do you have a place you go to a lot that you may be considered "a regular" at? Not a restaurant, but I guess the FamilyMart below our office? They already know what kind of coffee I get hahaha.

Do you ever read the articles posted on the home page of Xanga? Has there ever been one that has really stood out to you? I was never on Xanga.

What is the weather currently like where you live? It's sunny and it's started to get cold on mornings and late evenings, but the afternoons are still brutal. I suppose it won't get Christmas-cold until January.

Is there anyone that you text on a regular basis that you do not have saved in your phone? If so, why don't you have their number saved? My mom. I just never saved it before and now it's always just been her number hahaha, and I don't feel like changing it anymore.

Do you have any plans for Mardi Gras? No.

[levi-da]

Teaching Professor Braun

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager/Mikasa Ackerman (for like 3 lines)

Tags: Domming From The Bottom, Bottom!Levi, Top!Reiner, Teacher!AU, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Drunk Sex, Office Sex

Summary: Prof. Ackerman and Prof. Braun have an ongoing rivalry between the English and math departments of Shiganshina High. A night out with some other professors leads them to relieving some tension together.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Here's my first post! I hope you enjoy :)) This took me WAY longer than it should have.

Read on AO3

The bell rings as laptops and textbooks are shoved into bags.

“This class sucks, man. Why’s Professor Ackerman always up our asses?”

“I dunno, dude. Professor Braun never makes us do anything like this.”

The class clears out as the day ends, leaving Levi alone in the room. He’s halfway through grading the students’ most recent essay when a knock sounds out against the door.

“What the hell are you doing to these kids to make them so miserable? You got a stick up your ass or something?”

Levi rolled his eyes and looked up from the paper he was grading. He let out a sigh before he asked, “Making them use their brains. You should try it sometime.”

Reiner clenches his jaw. “Whatever, just remember that Hanji is forcing everyone to go out for drinks tonight. I know you’d much rather read a dictionary, but they’ll kill you if you don’t show up tonight.”

“What’s so special about tonight?”

“They won’t say. Just make sure you’re there at nine.”

Levi waves his hand towards the door dismissively. “Fine, just get out of my classroom and stop distracting me.”

Reiner quietly leaves the room, though Levi’s eyes follow him every step of the way. How that man got anything done, he could never guess. Levi shakes his head, clearing his thoughts before returning back to his work.

---

The music of the club rattles through Levi’s skull. Already annoyed with the circumstances, he looks for his gaggle of idiots. Scanning the room, he finds most of them grouped together at a table.

“Look who finally decided to show up! Fashionably late, too, might I add.” Hanji slurs, slipping her arm around his neck. He wasn’t the biggest fan of contact, but trying to stop Hanji from touching would require more energy than it’s worth.

“I made it,” Levi says, a smirk sneaking up on his face. He slips onto the chair next to Hanji.

“Wow, you actually made it,” Connie says from across the table. “Never thought I’d actually see you here.”

“Even Levi has to destress once in a while,” Jean exclaims, pouring Levi a shot. Feeling the migraine already kicking in, Levi takes the shot, feeling the burn the whole way down. He immediately starts coughing.

“Can’t even take a shot, huh?” Reiner snorts, walking over to the table with Armin, more drinks in their hands.

Armin hands a glass of whiskey to Levi. He takes the glass gingerly before leaning against the table and glaring sharply at Reiner.

Reiner rolls his eyes, putting down the rest of the drinks. “This is why the kids hate being in your class. You’re such a dick.”

“Where’s Eren and Mikasa?” Sasha asks, interrupting Reiner.

Armin sighs, sitting down next to Jean, “Who knows at this point, I don’t question it anymore.” Hanji giggles, stumbling off the stool to get another drink.

“They’re probably fucking in the bathroom or something,” Annie says, downing her fourth drink of the night.

“Are you sure that’s a smart choice, Leonhart? Don’t you have midterms to finish grading this weekend?” Levi lets out against the rim of his glass.

“Fuck off,” Annie says, then lays her head flat on the tabletop.

Apparently, Levi can’t catch a break since he feels someone looming over him. With a sigh, Levi spins around on his stool. He looks up at the person towering over him.

“What is it now?” Levi asks.

Reiner slots himself in the gap between Levi’s legs. “Are you just going to sit around all night? Get up and dance.”

“I’m here. Shouldn’t that satisfy you?”

“You’re not here to be a lameass. Let’s go.” Reiner grabs Levi’s wrist, dragging him to the dance floor.

Where had this man gained the balls to act towards Levi like that? Though, Reiner may have a point. He should just enjoy himself for once. He could do with letting loose a bit. Just a bit.

The grip of Reiner’s fingers around Levi’s wrist pulls him from his thoughts as they move throughout the club. As they arrive upon the dance floor, Reiner tightened his grip on Levi.

“Stay close to me, yeah?”

Levi’s body presses close to Reiner as they work their way through the crowd of people. Once they settle on a spot in the middle, Reiner pulls Levi close and releases his wrist.

A random bump from behind has the two pressed together, chest to chest. The lack of space between the two causes Levi to feel Reiner’s body heat across every inch of his skin. Reiner’s skin felt like a fucking furnace, practically burning Levi with each point of contact. Reiner’s hands graze over Levi’s hips and he wonders how it would feel if they actually made contact; if Reiner actually held on to him… The music consumes them, and they dance, as if they don’t pick a fight with one another every time they interact.

Eren and Mikasa emerge from the depths of the crowd, drinks in hand. They each hand off a drink to Levi and Reiner, then venture off, likely to do some dancing of their own. Not a word was said, just a knowing look in the couple’s gaze.

The pair knock back their drinks and leave the glasses on a nearby surface. Not wanting to stop dancing, Levi drags Reiner back to the dance floor.

“Look at you. Who knew you could be so outgoing?” Reiner whisper-screams over the music.

“Don’t push your luck. I just decided to do something different for once.”

A hint of mischief in his eyes, Reiner pushes, “Your perfect decisions finally starting to bore you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi says, as he pulls Reiner closer, by the same wrist that had grabbed on to him. Reiner stumbles a half step, caught off guard from the sudden pull. His hands reach for something to support his slip up and it’s Levi. He grabs Levi’s hips for balance, tipping them back.

They still, breathing against each other's lips.

“Shit. Sorry.” Reiner goes to release Levi, but smaller hands are grabbing his and holding them down before he even gets the chance to pull away.

“Don’t apologize.”

Frozen in the moment, Reiner’s eyes glance down at Levi. Their eyes lock and, in that moment, it’s just them. Levi’s shoulders relax, his eyes softening as he gazes back up at Reiner.

That’s all Reiner needs to decide they’ve spent enough time in this club. Maybe it’s the drinks making the decision, but that’s an issue for a later time. He just wants Levi now. His fingers slip around Levi’s wrist as Reiner pulls him through the crowd again. Shouts from the others follow them but are ignored entirely once they’re out the club.

Outside, Reiner pulls out his phone and calls a cab. He slips his phone away and looks back towards Levi.

Levi, who looks devastatingly handsome in his loose button down and fitted slacks. Levi, who’s staring at him like he wants to devour him. And Reiner can’t get enough.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Reiner hand cups Levi’s cheek, pulling him closer, closer, closer. Levi pulls him in just as much, his back hits the brick of the building as Reiner closes in on Levi.

Their breaths overlap, mix, and then lips graze one another.

“Just fucking kiss me already.” Levi’s hands are tugging his hair at the nape of his neck. Then their lips are finally pressing against one another.

They kiss and kiss and kiss, nipping each other’s lips in retaliation.

Just when Reiner’s hands start drifting under Levi’s shirt, a honk interrupts the pair. They part, resituate themselves, then crawl together into the back seat of the car.

“Whose place are we going to?” Reiner mumbles, lips against Levi’s jaw.

“Mine, I don’t trust that yours is clean enough for me,” Levi lets out, voice breathy as his eyes roll shut.

Unable to argue with that logic, Reiner gives the driver directions to Levi’s place. The drive being 20 minutes long is apparently too long for them, as the pair are unable to keep their hands off each other. The cab driver must be sneaking looks through the rearview mirror since there’s a blush spread lightly across her cheeks.

Levi’s hands can’t stop touching. From Reiner’s knee, to his inner thigh, it’s all just Levi. Reiner is breathing slowly through his nose, trying to will himself some control, but once Levi starts brushing his fingertips over his zipper, his restraint all but vanishes.

Reiner rips the last two buttons on Levi’s shirt open as the cab slows to a stop outside Levi’s apartment. Levi hastily shoves a bunch of bills into the driver's hand with a quick thank you, pulling Reiner’s hand.

They make it all the way to the elevator before clinging to one another again. They could’ve only been a few inches from each other, but it takes everything in Reiner to not reach out to Levi.

Blood rushing in his ears and trying not to pant, Reiner sneaks a look at Levi pressed against the wall beside him. Levi’s already looking up at him, pinning him down just with his stare.

How the fuck did he end up here? Nothing could have prepared him for sleeping with Levi of all people. Not that he was going to complain.

The elevator dings, letting them know they’re that much closer to what they’ve been chasing.

Levi slides out as soon as the doors open, leading the way down the hall. He stops right in front of a door, fumbling with the key.

Reiner presses right up against him, “Need help with that?”

Levi stills, feeling the heat of Reiner fully pressed behind him. The hardness pressed against his ass only spurs him to unlock the door faster, get that dick inside him faster.

As soon as the door opens, it slams shut against his back. Reiner slides his hands under Levi’s thighs, grip tight as he lifts him up. Without a thought, Levi locks his legs around Reiner’s waist.

Reiner’s lips trail down his neck. Faint marks litter the column of Levi’s throat. Levi fists Reiner’s hair and pulls his lips close. Their lips crash against one another. Levi’s hands travel everywhere, tugging Reiner’s shirt off and throwing it on the floor. 

Levi kisses Reiner like his air has been stolen and the only way to breathe is to steal it back.

Clearly Levi wants Reiner’s dick in him yesterday, lacking any regard for cleanliness at this point if he’s chucking shirts. Reiner shoves Levi’s shirt off his shoulders, buttons already gone.

He thumbs over Levi’s nipples.

Levi moans into the kiss. “Can you fucking be any slower?”

Reiner huffs a laugh and shoves his pants just past his ass, pulling Levi’s slacks off entirely. Levi’s boxers are gone too, leaving a trail of clothing across the room.

“Do you have any lube?”

Levi tilts his head. “In my office.”

Reiner just carries Levi, hands squeezing his ass as he walks into the office. He plops Levi on the desk, scouring the drawers for the bottle.

“Check the bottom drawer.”

Fingers wrap around the bottle and he slams the drawer shut. Instantly, he’s back on Levi. He kneels between his legs, kissing and marking up Levi’s inner thighs.

Levi, in all of his short glory, already looks properly fucked out spread on his desk. Face and chest flushed, slightly dazed eyes, and a heavy stare.

“Just fucking look at you.”

Levi rolls his eyes. “Hurry up already. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

With a hand on each knee, Reiner forces Levi’s legs open. He slicks a finger with lube and traces around Levi’s hole. A moan rips itself from Levi’s throat as Reiner slips his finger down to the second knuckle. He sneaks a second one beside the first, curling once inside.

Levi lets out a broken moan at that. “Fuck.”

Reiner kisses his way back up Levi’s body, stretching out his hole.

“Any fucking day now. Seriously, just fucking put it in me already. I can take it.” Levi hooks his foot around Reiner’s shoulder, urging him closer.

“I’m just trying to find the stick that’s up here.”

“Very funny.”

Reiner slides his fingers out, “Yeah, I’m fucking hilarious.”

Whatever Levi planned to say gets cut off by Reiner pressing his tip to the rim. Levi’s legs slide down to wrap around his waist. Broken moans fall from Levi’s lips as Reiner slides in fully, pelvis to pelvis. Maybe it’s the booze talking, but Levi looks practically holy. His hair splayed out, head tilted back and moans filling the room. Offhandedly, he hopes the neighbors won’t wake up.

Hands tug on his hair, pulling him from his thoughts and pressing his lips down to meet with Levi’s. Reiner grips his hips, thumbs digging into hip bones. They move together, timing their thrusts with one another. Their pace picks up as they get closer to their release.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Reiner breathes out between their barely pressed lips. He wraps his fingers around Levi’s cock, bringing him closer to the edge.

Reiner wants Levi to finish first, so he whispers out, “Come on baby, cum for me.”

That’s all Levi needs before the tension snaps and he’s spilling into Reiner’s hand. He’s not too far behind either because with a few more thrusts, Reiner is filling up Levi.

Their breaths are loud in comparison to the sudden silence of the room. A few minutes pass with them in silence before Reiner slowly slides out and leaves the room.

When he comes back, it’s with a damp washcloth. His pants are buttoned again and he’s slightly less rumpled. He gently wipes the cum and some sweat off Levi’s boneless body. Reiner scoops him up and carries him to bed, crawling under the covers and pulling him closer as the two fall asleep.

---

Levi wakes up to sunlight peering through the window directly in his eyes. Details of the night before slowly start to piece together as rustling was heard from beside him.

“Morning Sunshine,” Reiner says, his voice rough from sleep. He smirks at Levi.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Reiner lets out a snicker as he slides up behind Levi, hooking an arm around his waist. His heat spread out along Levi’s backside, settling a chill he didn’t realize was there. 

“Not a morning person?”

“Not at,” he glanced over at the clock, “6:30 A.M.”

Reiner’s hand slides over his stomach, pausing in the middle. “You could go back to sleep.”

“What, and leave you to mess around my apartment alone? Absolutely not.”

Despite not wanting to wake up, Levi made no effort to get out of bed. In actuality, Levi was hiding deeper under the covers. He pushed back against Reiner, seeking out his warmth.

Reiner’s breath is hot against his neck as they slot together. Levi can feel Reiner’s hardness pressing against his bare ass.

“You‘ve got to be kidding me. The sun is barely out and you’re hard already?”

A nip at the back of his neck is all he gets as a response.

“Is this how you always are? So desperate to fuck a hole, disregarding the world around you?”

The lips trailing across his neck still as Reiner takes in what exactly Levi just said. He lets out a huff.

“I shouldn’t be so surprised you could be so bossy in bed. You were so pretty last night under me that I didn't even think about you on top.”

Levi rolls his eyes at that. He pushes his hips back, drawing a hiss from Reiner.

“Lay on your back. I’m getting back at you for the bruises.”

Not waiting for Reiner to move, Levi shoves him onto his back. Reiner is left stunned, earning him a lapful of Levi. He grips Levi’s thighs.

Levi leans over Reiner, going for the bedside table to grab lube. He pours some lube over his fingers and starts to open himself. Muffled moans slip out as Levi tips forward, catching himself on Reiner’s chest.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this.”

“Shut up.”

His thighs tighten around Reiner’s hips as he lowers himself down, Reiner’s thickness filling his hole. Levi fully plants himself on Reiner’s cock, feeling the veins against his walls.

“Is this what you wanted? Just to fuck a hole?” Levi lifts himself from Reiner’s lap, just to drop himself back down. The pair let out a moan at this. The tip of Reiner’s cock barely brushes over Levi’s prostate, leaving him seeing stars. 

Reiner’s grip tightens on Levi’s hips as he thrusts up. “Maybe it is. Doesn’t seem to be an issue.”

His hands are shoved off Levi and pinned above his head faster than he can register. Levi slips his hips back down, leaving Reiner feeling too close too quickly. With Reiner’s hands trapped above his head, there’s not much stopping Levi from taking what he wants from him.

“If you keep going like this, I’m gonna–”

“I’m not finished with you.” Levi’s lips are harsh against his throat, giving him matching dark marks.

With his lack of control, Reiner thrusts up as best as he can, matching Levi grinding down in his lap. His nails dug into Reiner’s wrist as he slams down for the last time, cumming between them. Levi loosening his grip is the opening Reiner needs to grab Levi’s hips and snap them together swiftly. Within a few thrusts, Reiner’s finishing inside.

Levi collapses on his chest. Reiner pauses to catch his breath as Levi begins to still against his chest.

“Fucking bastard,” Reiner mumbles, wrapping his arms around Levi, joining him in his slumber.

---

Levi wakes up with the feeling of sweat and cum stuck to his skin. Feeling disgusted with himself, he slowly goes to sit up, ready to shower. Just as he’s about to crawl out of the blankets, his phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hiya, Levi. How’s your morning been?” Hanji’s cheery voice rings out from his speaker.

He flinches at the volume. “Fine until you called me. What do you need so early in the morning?”

“It’s already eleven, it’s not that early. Besides, I had to make sure you got home safe, considering you left so soon without telling anyone.”

A beat passes. “Okay?”

“You know, the whole reason I wanted us to go out is because I thought you needed to get laid. You’ve been extra grumpy lately. What I didn’t expect was you going home with Reiner of all people, but honestly I should’ve seen that coming.”

Reiner lets out a snicker behind him.

“Shit happens I guess.”

“Well, considering Eren and Mikasa have been dating for years without Administration finding out, you guys would probably be fine as long as it doesn’t affect your work.” The smile in their voice is evident.

Levi glances over at Reiner. “It’s not going to be a recurring event. We don’t need to worry about all that.”

“If you say so. I’m gonna go now, have fun! But not too much fun.”

With a click, the call ends and it’s just Reiner and Levi in the silence of the bedroom.

Reiner gaze locks on the comforter. “Did you mean that?”

A flash of confusion spreads across Levi’s face. “I mean, we were drunk. I figured this was going to be the end of it.”

“We weren’t drunk earlier.”

A moment of consideration sits between them before Reiner speaks again. “It doesn’t have to be just this one time.”

Levi feels Reiner’s eyes finally look up at him. “No, I guess it doesn’t. But don’t expect much from me.”

The two finally look at one another.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[bookshelfmonkey]

So, I've finished my reread of Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White.

This time round, I tabbed a bunch (by that I mean, a metric fuck-ton) of quotes.

Because I'm an english lit student at heart, I'm going to list them here, with a bit of (likely incoherent) analysis where it seems fit.

Hell Followed With Us spoilers ahead. These quotes are in order of when they appear in the book, so read as far ahead as you want.

"'You awake?'

'No'"

Honestly this just reminded me of a book I loved as a kid. We're starting with a light one

"'I'm super trans. Like, an honestly heretical amount of trans. Why?'

I've never met another trans person before."

This took me back to when I first found my community and started to feel a little less alone.

"Make them suffer."

Revenge.

"Shedding my insides out one orifice is more than enough"

"Thanks for the brain rot, Mom"

"Being autistic was just another thing his parents could hold over his head, could carve into his skin as they reminded him what a failure he was."

"he digs his palms into the rough carpet until his skin stops trying to crawl off his body"

Meltdowns. Gotta love 'em.

"His leg is still bouncing, but it always does that"

Despite this being one of my more "socially acceptable" stims, I still get a lot of shit for it. It was nice to see it mentioned in a book.

"and even with Erin, he finds himself trying not to be too autistic"

"Being transgender is who you are. The pain is what happens when you and the world go for each other's throats."

Although I still experience a lot of dysphoria related to my physical form that I still think I would experience if I was never again perceived by another human, a lot of my dysphoria and suffering comes from what the world has done to me. It took me a while to accept that.

"The lengths she's going to in order to avoid saying autistic is admirable"

Yeah, I hate it when people do that. Autistic isn't a dirty word. I also appreciate people not revealing that to others without my consent. It's a difficult line to walk.

"'It's okay to be scared,' he says.

I say, 'I'm scared all the time. I'm tired of it."

Yeah. This is definitely an attitude I get in response to my mental health and I hate it.

"dysphoria had to wrap its hands around my neck and hold me down, baptism in drowning, before I faced the fact that living as a girl would kill me long before the angels did"

"How dare you imply I'm heterosexual. I am disgusted and appalled."

"My dysphoria burns. I'll never get to have that. I've come to terms with it, sure, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."

"It's harder for someone to pin you down as a girl when they need a moment to pin you down as human"

"I've always been his boyfriend, his fiancé, his future husband. Always Benjamin. Always me.

All that gets reduced to an elegant, 'Gayyy.'"

"Everything hurts. I want to take handfuls of my face and pull it off."

This feels like a metaphor for dysphoria.

"Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord."

The raw power of some of these lines.

"it is a relief to let go of the wrong pronouns. The actual ones are a blessing because they are the truth, and as much time as Nick spends lying, the truth is beautiful."

"I open my mouth to speak but can't"

"it's helpless, I never asked for this ... I'm a kid, and all I ever do is ruin things"

"'I don't know how to tell if I like someone. I don't know how it works, and I don't want to be wrong.' He says, 'I don't know why you would like me, I don't understand.' He says, 'There are no rules for this. It scares me'"

I can only hope I will find someone who understands this. In the meantime, I have this book.

"I will be good. I will make the angels fucking suffer."

"Do you believe in God?

- I do, please stop, there's so much blood"

"Nick told me that 99 per cent of lying is just figuring out what the other person wants to hear. He said it's what the Angels have always done, and I laughed because otherwise it would have hurt too much to acknowledge"

"I will be good, I will be good, I will be good, and I will feel far worse things than this."

"Hell has followed us onto Earth, and I am the monster that has brought it forth."

"We are alive, we are alive, holy shit, we are alive."

Thank you for listening to this TED talk.

[lyokotyper95]

Code Lyoko: Odd and A Stray

This is an idea I had for a code lyoko episode. Just something I wrote up for fun. Might continue/edit might not. Yolo

Odd and Ulrich walk side by side down the block. The streets are filled with people walking about, chatting idly, and cars honking. Odd pats his stomach

“I’m glad we were able to grab a bite! As much as I love Rosa’s cooking, it can get boring having the same old food”

“Your only saying that because we now have to eat salmon and Brussel sprouts”

“My body was craving for something fried and battered! That hamburger sure came in handy”

“It was ok. The fries really hit the spot”

“They were alright. Though that special ketchup sauce made it all the better”

The two stopped at the end of the block. The streetlight turned red. Cars drove up and down the street. As they’re standing, Odd feels something brush against his leg

“Hey! Your on top of me!”

“What? I’m not even standing close to you”

“Huh? Then if that’s not you then-“

Odd looks down. He sees a grey cat brushing against his leg

“What the? Hey! Stop that!”

The cat continues to brush against Odd, purring softly

“Aw. It likes you”

“Well, I don’t like it! I’m a dog person!”

“Says the guy who’s a cat on Lyoko!”

“That doesn’t matter! Besides, cats are just weird”

The light changed to white. People started to walk across the street

“Maybe if we move fast enough it’ll stop”

Ulrich shrugged

“If you say so”

The two walked briskly across the street. The cat arched its paw towards Odd, only to bring it back and sit. It stares at Odd only to follow him across the street

Part 2:

Yumi, Jeremy, and Aelita are standing by the soda machines. Jeremy checks his wristwatch

“What’s taking them so long? We have classes in 10 minutes!”

“They’re probably taking their time. Its fun being in town” said Yumi

“And they have a lot of nice restaurants. Knowing Odd he’s gorging himself on food!” said Aelita

“Well, they need to hurry up. We have a math exam”

“Look! They’re coming!” says Yumi

Odd and Ulrich walk up to them

“Hey guys. Hope we didn’t make you wait too long”

Jeremy pointed to his watch

“We would have been late for the math exam!”

“Um, since when is Einstein, all worked up over an exam?” asked Odd

“He’s just a little upset because he got a lower score than Herb last exam”

“No way. Is that true Jeremy?” asked Ulrich

Jeremy sighed

“Unfortunately. And by one point too. I made sure to study harder so hopefully I’ll do better”

“We know you will. You’ve got this” said Yumi

“Yeah. We believe in you buddy” said Ulrich

“Thanks guys. I’m gonna try not to get so worked up”

“Speaking of worked up, you guys won’t believe what worked me up back in town!”

“What happened?” asked Aelita

“Odd attracted a stray cat. It was brushing against his leg and purring while we waited by the crosswalk” said Ulrich

“No way!” exclaimed Yumi

“Yeah. It had no right bothering me! I just don’t know why it was so attached to me!”

“They say animals can sense auras. Maybe it liked something about you” said Jeremy

“Do you actually believe that?” asked Aelita

“No. But it’s a popular theory” said Jeremy

“Theory or not, I’m just glad I don’t have to see that cat again”

“Mrowr”

Everyone turned towards the meow. The same gray cay was sitting beside them

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” said Odd

“I can’t believe it followed us all the way from town” said Ulrich

Aelita kneeled down. She patted the cats head

“It seems friendly”

“Well I just don’t want it around me. Besides, if someone finds out it could get me in trouble”

“Not if you take care of it”s says Yumi

“I can’t do that! And Kiwi would hate it!”

“How do you know? Kiwi might like having a companion” said Jeremy

“Out of the question!”

The bell for classes ring

“Looks like its time for class” said Jeremy

“We’d better go. We can’t be late for the exam” said Aelita

“I have English. I’ll catch you guys later” said Yumi, who leaves

“Guess we outta go. Odd?” said Ulrich

Odd stared at the cat

“If someone finds the cat, they’ll shoo it away”

“But I thought you didn’t care about it?” said Ulrich

“Right! I don’t. Well, let’s go”

Odd walked with the others to math class. The cat stretched and laid down by the soda machines

[glemmerdash-piecesof8]

Roo woke up early the next morning and traced her fingers over Luke’s collapsed form. Except for the day when she had told them about the experiment he had been so exhausted and busy they had barely had any time for each other. She realised she was being self-indulgent though, as he needed sleep more than he needed to please her. So she just gave him a kiss gently on the lips, and she knew he really was deeply asleep because he didn’t even smile.

She went and sat in the bathroom and stared into her eyes. She looked at all the problems on her face, her eyebrows not matching, the way her teeth sloped a little, all the freckles, and, and, and. You are supposed to be a woman now she told herself and know that it shouldn’t matter what you look like. She imagined sitting and getting her make-up done so she could look presentable and it made her judder. No, she wouldn’t do that. She would just have to cultivate some nonattachment to her image.

Should she try make a statement about the objectification of women? She had had their hair on her legs removed by laser when she was younger so she couldn’t make a statement there-Roo started to smile, realising she could tattoo on hair for an episode if they ever ran out of ideas.

She was smiling now as she realised the experiment really could be mainly a game of trying to talk about important things lightly. She went to the kitchen to make some coffee and found herself writing the advert on the back of an envelope.

Bisexual men able to commit for at least the medium term wanted for real-life experiment. Couples welcome.

She would leave that where Robert would see it. Luke would give an opinion if he got up in time. She remembered to look at the clock and took a deep breath. She would have to start rushing now if she wanted to get the less full bus.

Something like telepathy

A few days later and in Roo’s old part of the city, Shane was dragging equipment into his flat. For some reason, his flat was the only place the band could practice, so everything was stored there even though all he needed was a mike and a tambourine for when he felt lyrical.

He was lucky to have inherited a proper house from his aunt, which he let out and had saved some of that money for the deposit on this. The ceilings were scandalously high and the rooms had good proportions. But there was no guest room or room for a kid and while that had not been on his radar when he bought it he was thinking that was a pity now.

It had been two months of straight touring and he hadn’t got a cough or anything. It must be all those supplements I am taking his thought and being OCD about what I eat. Not getting shit faced also seem to help and it made the girls easier to remember.

He felt a little hollow about that as he locked the door behind him and went to find a couch to collapse on. It was great making music for a living, but things were not nearly as wild as everyone thought. Twice this tour when he had actually wound up at a girl’s house, it had led to nothing except tears and stories of how their lives were so empty. It had been a bit surreal stroking their heads and listening to broken English- stories which he knew were true everywhere. It was strange that he felt closer to the two girls that had cried then any of the others.

It was starting to feel even more hollow now than it used to. It was still interesting, not being sure, not knowing, being wanted, but he didn’t have someone who could come home from work and complain about her boss.

He suddenly saw a flash of strawberry blonde hair in the corner of his mind. What was her name? He had met her at the gym when the band was on hiatus because Benny the drummer had discovered TM and now couldn’t bring himself to make cacophony for a living anymore. Mark joined the band then and their sound had become much more interesting.

Oh, what was her name? She was a primary school teacher in the other borough. He remembered which school. He hoped she still worked there. He remembered breaking things off because she had insisted that they had an open relationship when she realised he was a musician. Silly boy. She was right that would have been the sensible thing to do but he didn’t want her lips on anyone else.

Roo. That was it. He was ready to try and open relationship now but a good few years had passed so she might be married already or popping out kids of her own.

He would get some sleep and go visit her on monday. Hopefully it wasn’t in school holidays otherwise he had no idea how to find her because her flat mates had always been awful.

He could write a song about the crying girls but he knew he could actually give his heart to Roo.

Robert was standing behind camera as usual, listening to the anchor say a lot of words after each other which didn’t really say anything about the reality of what she was saying. He liked this anchor, she would very dutifully get stony faced whenever anybody had died, or there was an accident or hurricane, or anything to do with the wars.

He had asked her about it. Sasha was the name. She had said that she had once watched a girl smile through a report on an Afghan hospital being bombed, and it had made her so sick she had actually thrown up. So now she tried to have a stony face, but, she had told Robert, saying so little about any real suffering was wearing her down.

He concentrated again on the camera and it was now time for the weather. Another show nearly done and dusted. He was going to get drunk tonight with Sasha. They would drink overpriced cocktails  that were admittedly made with a fair measure of skill and he would tell her about the experiment.

Why? Why would he tell her about the experiment. He had been doing some research on the person they were supposed to meet next week and for the squatting legally options and it seemed as though he was working for some sort of corporation. That had made Robert sceptical. If it was a housing association it would be all right, but a corporation sounded like some kind of indentured slavery deal was on the cards.

Sasha would know. “Cut thanks everybody.Sash? Cocktails?” She did that adorable thing where she blinked really fast and made you  wonder if her eyelashes were trying to shake off the mascara on them.

“Sure hun, let me just tell Tom. He can join us later” Robert nodded. Tom was the sensible dashing boyfriend who was the managing director of a smoothie company. Sash went off to shower and reapply make up and Robert found himself alone in the corridor with the boss.

She looked a little confused and then said “great show – see you on Monday” and clicked off. It made him realise her job was probably even more boring than his. He would get a cup of coffee and see if he had any cream left in the staff fridge. It was strange how once you’d had coffee with cream, it made you like a cat and want only the best afterwards. He had gotten management to start using organic milk but he still bought his own cream for some energy and also needed to feel pampered.

He shook his head. His life had become really so narrow. But he just couldn’t do war journalism any more. The nightmares were still impossible to deal with but when you woke up from a nightmare into a nightmare and started to want to eat glass or poison just so you could reach the end of suffering.

Sash came out looking radiant, and Robert just stood there wondering for the first time if he actually wanted to be able to be turned on by her. It was a strange but yes she was talking-

“can I be a cat with you to Robert?”

“Sure, this is the best coffee to have it with”

“Whatever you say” she said laughing, sipping slowly, and licking her bare lips ,still stained from earlier.

And Robert just started talking. He talked about the nightmares and the war zones and how he felt like a part of the establishment. And when they had finished their coffee they had got a cab and she had started talking about how she felt trapped in a bubble that could pop at any time but was too afraid to leave.

At the cocktail bar, they hid upstairs in the corner away from the speakers and Robert started telling her about the experiment and how they needed a base. She had looked distressed for a while and then, “are you serious about this Robert?”

“Yes”

“you know you will need to set up an international distribution company”

“yes”

“and how do you want me to help? I’m quite happy with just Tom.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. No Roo wants to do it. I’m just wondering if you can think of very cheap locations we can use so we can keep our costs down.”

“You need a legal squat?”

“Yes, but the only person I found works for a corporation so I’m sceptical.”

‘’Thank you for trusting me with this Robert but I just don’t know how to help as yet, unless, yes – we could just complain about the boss for the rest of the evening and I will get back to you on Monday at work? Tom is coming now and he will be over helpful if we keep talking about. I don’t really think it’s a case of needing to talk to suppliers at this stage.”

Robert laughed “all right. Any feedback you have will be great though.”

And when Tom did arrive they were both dancing to deep house, even though it was still before midnight.

Luke hated calls like this one. They arrived at the same time as the police and found the door locked as reported. The neighbour who had rung peered at them through the chain on the door. “Haven’t seen her for at least two weeks and her cat has kept coming around for food. I know she is not away because she would have asked me to feed Millie, but no one’s got keys to her flat.”

The police nodded and Luke and George stood carrying all their life-saving equipment feeling foolish when they both knew it was more appropriate to feel sad. Old people die very often if you’re a paramedic, and often they are alone, without even a pet, just living out each day of their retirement.

The policeman had fetched a crowbar and Hank was now trying to pry the door open. George looked on as the door eventually popped open and just whispered to Luke “can you just do it without me?”

Luke turned around and looked at him intently. “Did you know her?”

“No it’s just the stiffs, I don’t mind the blood or bones or anything, but I just can’t handle another stiff today. You know we could both just wait here until the police come out and we will just avoid walking through a dead person’s things.”

“One of us has to still declare her dead though George.”

“Right, right that’s true.”

“Have you been seeing your supervisor?”

“Yes, yes, but he just keeps saying its part of the job. I don’t think I can afford to retrain.”

“Your a good paramedic mate. When did you last have a holiday?”

“It will be...two years ago now. I have just worked through my leave and taken off a few days to spend with the kids.”

“Oi, you two, are you coming in?” Hank bellowed.

“I’ll do it George, but we are finishing this conversation today.”

George just nodded and put down the defibrillator. Hank led Luke to where the other police officer was waiting, in the old lady’s sitting room. She looked like she was asleep, but Luke could smell that strange smell of a slowly decomposing body.

He took her pulse, her skin waxy and then checked her eyes. Yes she really was dead. “You want me to do the paperwork Hank? Maybe the neighbour knows about the undertaker.”

Hank nodded and Luke started opening his folder to find the right form. He looked around the room and realised it was really quite immaculate, except for dust that had settled over the last two weeks. He wondered if her death would make it to the paper- probably not. They didn’t seem to be any showy things from her past to see. No pictures of children either.

He thought of George waiting outside, overwhelmed by the idea of writing down things about someone now referred to as a deceased. He realised whatever happened with the experiment, he would still do this job, because as exhausting as it was, it made him feel truly useful.

It was Friday night, and unlike Luke and others that worked the weekend, that meant that Roo could really unwind in preparation of the meeting. She had started by putting the heating on when she got home and she had just been sitting in the lounge since then, lapping up the lack of demands.

She had got up twice to make some herbal tea, nettle and rosehip respectively, and she felt ready to do some of that self-care the American people always went on about. First, food. Robert had texted that he didn’t need dinner and Luke liked to go to the chippy on Friday.

So, she could get Chinese! All right, calm down, just ring them up and remind them that you want chopsticks. She sat with the menu and ordered duck, pork, vegetables, soup, beef, and some chow mein. Then they asked about desert and she thought she might as well. It would be good to have some snacks in the fridge for everyone.

40 minutes. Just time for a bath. She started running the water and went to find some candles and the timer from the kitchen to get her out of the bath in time for food. There you go. Time to unpeel, earrings, make-up, jumper, shirt, vest, bra, shoes, skirt, stockings, knickers. In the bath now. Going under, shampoo, lather, breathe out. Got the detachable showerhead to get rid of the suds.Oh, it’s so good to do nothing for a while. Nipples erect,oh body, I never have any time for you. Toes stretching, water sloshing BUZZZZZZZZZZ. Deep sigh. Should have run the bath before calling but it’s all right to climb out, being drip dripping. Clean towel, so glad am up to speed with the laundry. Tussle hair gently, too relaxed to dry it. Dressing gown,slippers. Put a light on and some Billie. While I wait I can clean the bath, very slowly.Doorbell “Miss Roo Enders?” Tip ready. Big smile. Big smile back. They remembered the chopsticks.

Shane woke up on Saturday morning to water being poured on his face. It was a bit annoying but it probably meant they had a show booked. Eyes open. Christ it was Steve, his older brother. He should have never told him that water in the face actually did wake up without tipping him onto the floor.

“We’ve got to get to go to the hospital. I let you sleep but gran really is touch and go.”

“Gran Nelly?”

“Yeah. Something about her liver.”

“Her liver?”

“Yeah, something important about her liver.”

“Hepatitis?”

“No, don’t think so. Cancer or something.”

“Why didn’t you text me?”

“Didn’t think was right to pay more than 5p for a text.”

“Emailed?”

“You only check every few days and Ma said we don’t want you associating bad news with touring.”

“But I can associate finishing a tour with bad news? ”

“Had to be some time innit.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Visiting hours are in exactly 40 minutes from now so we better go catch that bus.”

“I haven’t eaten.”

“I have snacks.”

“I need a shower.”

“Why do you think I poured water on you? Hurry up.”

“Alright, but can you go get me a proper coffee from round the corner so long?”

“Have already. What’s been in my other hand this whole time getting cold.”

“Right.”

“But that’s for me now. You shower and will get you another, bringing you to consciousness as a right palaver.”

“Just down that coffee mate. I want a shitty English croissant.”

“Good to know you’re awake princess.”

And the rest of the weekend was consumed by family, but Shane’s mind did wander and every time he said to himself – must remember to see Roo.

Robert’s weekend had been strange so far. After his night with Sasha and her man, he had gobbled Chinese food from the fridge and fallen asleep on the sofa.

Roo had shown him the advert she had written which he had kept ignoring for some reason. He realised he had been completely preoccupied and was time to let things percolate a little. So he challenged Roo to cards and pizza and wine. It was cold so they decide to make a fire to let things flicker a little and then Robert found some Italian music to play and they started to play cards, not once mentioning how glad both of them were they had gotten rid of the TV.

The TV had been impossible. Roo had lasted a month of that and then said she would have to move out of the TV stayed. They had both been very confused because all they used the TV for was the news channels, so they could tell what was happening in the world by piecing together something like the truth from analysis of all the different news channels.

Roo had told them it made more sense to read one good opinion piece a day then two or three hours of horror stories or stories about the local dog show which always seemed to creep in. They had insisted that if you wanted the latest news you need a television and then Luke had remembered September 11, 2001.

Luke has said how he had one watched the news for hours that day and learned pretty much nothing except to be in shock and be angry and appalled, unlike normal war reporting. Roo agreed, she said she had also been put into a daze by that reporting. It wasn’t Hiroshima but it was treated with the same awe as if it had been, and Roo said it made her really wonder about news as a medium on TV.

That had really got under Robert skin because he was already incredibly unhappy being a cameraman for the accepted news channel. But it had got him started on bread and circuses and the situationists and that had led to the experiment eventually.

And now instead of watching fly speckled orphans on TV in numb horror, they were playing cards and living. Robert still streamed a fair amount of news on his laptop in the mornings, but it was more out of habit than anything else.

They worked their way through two bottles of wine and were starting the third when Luke came in. Roo helped him get out of his jacket and boots and then he just clung to her. Tears starting to fall into her hair. “What happened love?”

“I was in an accident. My supervisor has suspended me for a week because he says that’s the only way I’ll actually rest. I don’t know what I have been doing to myself. It’s not as though we need the money but I keep wanting to save the Trust money by making it possible to not hire agency staff. Oh Roo.”

“There’s food for you, I can just warm it up. Do you want some wine?”

Roo and Luke were whispering to each other and Robert felt for the first time like a voyeur and made him blush so he started staring at his shoes.

“I would like some pizza in bed with you. I never get to actually sleep with you at the same time it feels like. Roo!” Luke nearly whimpered.

“Why don’t you have a bath?” Roo said.

“I’m hungry though.”

“Sit by the fire wait two minutes and take over my hand and wine glass. We can eat tiramisu with Robert and then I’ll read to you in the bath.”

“All right. The fire is nice.”

“I love you Mr Suspended, rest now.”

And so he collapsed onto the sofa before hauling himself up, patting Robert’s shoulder and saying, “so whose turn is it?”

Luke woke up to an empty bed the next morning. It sounded like Roo had her cleaning music on, so he better stay out of the way for a while. He looked at the clock and realised he had slept 11 hours without even waking up to piss. Christ, he really did need to be suspended.

The muffled music stopped and Roo opened the door quietly and then beamed at him. “You’re awake! You have to give me your supervisor’s number so I can tell him you have slept for 11 hours and 13 minutes.”

“I’ve been awake longer than three minutes.”

“I know, I just made up the 13 minute part.”

“You really want to phone him?”

“Yes I have to thank him for being a good manager. They are rare.”

“You really are my woman now aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. That’s why the experiment is possible – I know it will make our lives more interesting.”

“It will be nice to work less shifts”

“and I want to adopt some children from Syria so I need some kind of income.”

“You mean you’ll stop teaching?”

“I don’t think they’ll let me teach to be honest. I want to be researching content the whole time and looking after the kids. You don’t mind do you? You said before you thought it was a good idea.”

“Sure, we just need a good place to stay.”

“Robert is working on that. I also remember how to squat but I don’t think a normal squat is a good idea because we can get evicted and that would stress the kids out.”

“I forgot you were squatter-when you ran away from home right?”

“Yes, I don’t think it was ideal but it worked until I could actually study. I can’t believe I just enrolled in a school for my A-levels by myself. I made up a story about my parents being disabled. I forgot about that.”

“You have been cleaning?”

“Yes, just a quick blitz. You want some coffee? I have some muffins in the oven that should be nearly ready. I’ve had enough of takeaways for a while.”

“Let me just go to the loo and have a shave, and then I would love some coffee and a muffin.”

“Alright.” She kissed him quickly on the lips and then bounded off. Luke found his dressing gown and realised he was still bemused by her.

That evening they had a proper roast dinner. All three of them sat around the table and talked about work and how they couldn’t wait for summer. They kept talking on automatic until Roo burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny love?”

“We are just doing chitchat as if the experiment just isn’t important enough to talk about.”

Luke grinned. “We are aren’t we.”

Robert shook his head. “There’s nothing to report yet.”

“So we can just carry on being normal people for a while.” Luke said and then added, “even though we will always actually be normal people.”

Roo nodded and then kissed Luke’s knuckles which lay on the table next to the carrots.

“Well you really do your impromptu kissing on TV?” Robert asked.

“I don’t see why not.” Roo replied a little put out.

“It’s so cute” Luke said.

“Hmph.” Roo was getting very self-conscious.

Robert smiled and said “Let’s return to some harmless chitchat mates.”

And Roo looked up and realised she really would have to get filmed being wound up and then looked at Robert and he just smiled and nodded “there’s nothing wrong with being cute love.”

So Roo decided perhaps she should have some brussel sprouts after all.

Shane woke up jittery early on Monday morning. He lay there wondering what his body was nervous about and then he remembered-Roo! Today was the day. He would find her and find out what was happening with her. Then he suddenly remembered kissing her  in the park one-day, when he was hot from the sun and they had both been sweating lightly –oh right – he remembered being told off for saying women sweated by a chiselled amazon at the gym. “Darling! Women perspire. Only men, animals and children sweat” she’d said.

Well Roo had been lightly perspiring and it felt good to kiss her and feel a different sort of mingling. He knew he would have to jerk off before he saw her just so he would at least trick himself into thinking he was relaxed. But he would need to be in the shower for that. He only knew how to touch himself in bed when he wasn’t sober and that wasn’t really an option today. Quite the opposite in fact, he needed to do some serious detoxing and get back in the gym before he started to lose all his definition.

But a proper coffee wouldn’t hurt. Pity they are only open at 8:30 and it was seven now. Shane grinned to himself- no way was he going to challenge himself to shower for an hour. He would get all wrinkly. What the hell would he do until it was time to see Roo? He needed a plan – he was too jittery to try sleep again. He couldn’t visit his gran until the afternoon so that was out. He could call his pupils but he couldn’t do that till nine. He could do some laundry and go to the gym, have a proper breakfast somewhere and then read the paper to see if anything interesting had happened in six weeks. Oh right – there were email to read and reply, so the best time to quote unquote pleasure himself was to have a second shower after 12 some time. Well he could handle that as a day, just had to keep distracted until it was time.

Shane was blaring Cream really loud when he eventually had his second shower after being extremely sensible and practical the whole day. He had even squeezed in a trip to the bank in the rain to make his statements paperless, even though he actually liked having to read what he wasted his money on each month.

Now he stood brushing his teeth again and trying to make himself take the hairdryer, which belong to a rather difficult ex, out of the drawer and actually use it. He hated hair drying. It felt so fad-y. Like something humanity would eventually grow out of. But it was cold outside and he wanted to use a hat he thought he looked rather fetching in and didn’t want the material to warp just because he was convinced hairdryers were not appropriate technology.

He listened to the zerrrrrr, of the hairdryer for a while but was frowning the whole time he used it. Eventually his hair was dry enough to not be wet any more and he start getting dressed, amusing himself by how much thought he was putting into it. He really must have enjoyed being with Roo, and he realised it had been true love but he was too possessive to have noticed it.

Now he considered wearing a tie but he realised that was too far, he didn’t want to look like an undertaker did he? So he ended up wearing the same as usual, with the big flapping coat to make whatever he was actually wearing pretty meaningless.

The record finished and Shane realised he really was feeling like a teenager so he found something more adult to play while he waited for his hair to dry. He texted his brother to say he’d visit Gran later and then he just half sat, half lay, on the futon and let the music muffle his thoughts.

He imagined falling asleep and missing her and doing the same thing all over again tomorrow, so he hauled himself up, found all the things he needed including headphones – which the guys in the band were always nicking – turned the music off and after bundling up left to go have another coffee.

90 minutes later he stood outside of Roo’s school trying to press the buzzer while holding another two, all right but not quite the best, coffees. There were parents clumping around and one of them eventually pressed the buzzer for him. Then he had to negotiate the door and remember how to get to Roo’s classroom, suddenly realising she might not be Miss R. Enders anymore and at the same time dodging very small people and their parents.

There it was’ Miss R. Enders’. Well that’s a good start and then there she was, opening the door and then going down on her haunches to say goodbye to one of the little people. She looked ace, the skirt she was wearing folded around her just so, completely natural and more pretty then she had dressed with him.

That wasn’t a good sign. That meant there was probably a man – oh well. She’s smiling now, she’s seen me – try not to look dazed.

She gave the little person a hug and then stood up smiling such a big smile Shane nearly  forgot he was transporting coffee. “Shane! What a lovely surprise! Come in. Don’t know how you got through security but it’s good to see you.” She hugged him under his scarecrow arms and kissed him on each cheek “you’ll have to sit on a tiny chair but I don’t want to cause a  scandal in the staff room.”

She definitely had a man. First words out, come on man.

“You look really well, I brought you all right coffee in case you haven’t become one of those people that doesn’t drink coffee after 12 and still drinks milk and.......... I just really wanted to see you after finishing this last tour.”

Roo smiled softly and took the coffee brushing against him as he simultaneously sat down on a tiny chair. He looked up and found himself looking into the eyes of a small boy in the Spiderman costume who asked him “what do you do for a job?” Shane felt a bit confused but Roo just put her hand on the boy’s shoulder and said “music, he does music for a job”. The boy nodded and then noticed another grown-up and then darted off saying “bye Miss Enders, see you tomorrow!”

 The door closed behind them and suddenly it was quiet and Shane realised he hadn’t reckoned on the tiny chair making him look ridiculous.

“Do you want to take your coat off Shane?” Roo said softly. “I have to put things away but I’m nearly done.” He stood up and she was behind him helping with his coat, something no other girl could do without annoying him. He turned and as she turned round and put in the coat on the hook he gathered her in his arms and kissed her ever so gently on the mouth. She kissed back tenderly and then put a hand over his lips.

“I’m spoken for at the moment”

“who is he?”

“A paramedic is just been suspended because he doesn’t know how to say no to shifts.”

“Does he have a record collection?”

“Yes -we listen to jazz.” Shane pulled away.

“And you have an open relationship with him?”

“He’s bisexual, so yes, though neither of us have done anything but,”

“but what? I eventually understood about open relationship with you, but I’m too late.”

“Not exactly.”

“Not exactly what?”           

“Well there’s an experiment that we are going to do, but I was going to only have bisexual men taking part but if  you would and you could- I have missed you.”

And so she told him of the experiment and that night he ate with her, Luke, and Robert while he tried to add up if he really could share her and their eyes kept meeting across the table and when he left Luke whispered in his ear, “think about it mate, I know I can share her with you.”

So Shane started to think and that’s all he did for two weeks, while just doing life on autopilot.

Househunting

Robert found himself taking his lunchbreak alone, sitting in the canteen and eating leftovers cold. He knew he should heat them up but eating cold meals making feel like he was living in the real world again not just safe and comfortable London. Not that it really was safe. There was still a fair amount of knife crime and with the police being armed now, who knew what the norm would be in 10 years. As he chewed a gravy soaked carrot ,he wondered if he was a little bit of the cathar. He must be something to always make things more difficult than they need to be. A stoic, that’s it. Less religious, though probably tending to pectoral muscles more than I ever will.

Sasha whirled passed and then spun around “Robert! There you are” she beamed.

“Sash darling, how was your weekend and day off?” He said raising himself  and giving her a hug.

“It was all right. I just have to admit that I found nothing useful except property guardians. It seems the real squatters have been priced out predominantly.”

“Don’t worry – I still have a contact we’re supposed to meet on Saturday. He’s been away. I should trust him because he comes through Ian but I do run myself into knots.”

“You silly thing.” She smiled fondly at him.

“How did you get out of the studio?”

“I have breaks too you know. I just have to look busier then you and sit in hair and make up for hours each day.”

“Right, that’s where you appear from. I never would have thought.” Robert stopped – was he flirting with her? How incredibly odd. How incredibly bizarre. She kept talking and he dutifully replied all the time was wondering – was I really about to say not that you need make up love?

The next Saturday dawned dull and grey, and unexceptional for a February day. Robert had woken and had been pacing up and down the flat since eight. He didn’t know why he was so nervous about meeting Curtis, but maybe the anticipation from having waited for a few weeks had built up to unhealthy levels.

Roo got out of bed at about nine and found Robert looking lost in the corridor. Luke had finished with work at a reasonable hour for a change but his body has started craving more rest after the forced hibernation of a few days off. Roo put her hand on Robert’s shoulder and said “pancakes, help me make some pancakes”. And he nodded, and eventually sat down and drank coffee with Roo while they let the batter rest for a while.

Luke kept smelling something delicious and eventually appeared in the kitchen looking like a shipwrecked sailor who had found a bottle of rum. Roo and Robert made space for him and they all sat cramped in the kitchen eating a whole stack of pancakes.

By the time they had tidied up and got ready it was pretty much time to wonder to West London. It was very strange to be meeting Curtis on West London but there was an ethical restaurant he had suggest for lunch and as they never really bothered to go that far just for food it seemed worth agreeing to.

They stood in the drizzle waiting for a bus and all filed in and took some seats near the back on the upper deck. They had to change transport a few more times but after coming out of the tube station, they started wandering around looking for the restaurant.

They all took a turn the cash machine as they realised it was probably going to be a proper restaurant by the look of the buildings surrounding them. Roo was waiting for the others when she realised she wasn’t wearing her warm scarf.

They followed Robert round a corner and then another corner and there it was – a Georgian building was a lots of what must be double glazing. Robert got his phone out again as they walked up to the doors and there was a rush of warm fragrant air. As they open the door Luke thought “people around here must really like their coffee.”

“Reservation sir?”

“We didn’t make a reservation but we are here to meet Curtis.”

“This way, you want to leave your coat with us Madam?”

Roo faltered. “Um, alright.” Unwrapping herself self-consciously and finding her wallet and phone before handing it over. She walked to catch up with the others and was a little shocked to see them sitting with a very refined looking gentleman all in black. About 45 but potentially timeless.

“Hi, you must be Curtis, I am Roo.”

“Hello darling, pleased to make your acquaintance.” He said in a soft French accent. Curiouser and curiouser Roo thought.

“Before we talk business let’s order – the salmon as its wild but I’m rather fond of the lamb – are any of you vegetarian or vegan?”

“No we are all typically English.”

“It is lunch so we can skip starters – the asparagus is phenomenal but it’s not the right season for that yet.”

Up close Curtis’s skin was an exceptionally good condition. Roo found herself nervously sipping water. She had never gotten used to people with money and style. She tried to concentrate on the menu but it was like reading a poem after drinking too much wine. The lamb then, she scanned for the word lamb and when she found its description, which actually made sense, albeit unnecessarily complicated sense. There seemed to be a frustrated artist behind the menu. How bizarre, she thought and then let herself blink at the price. Oh well we’ve come all this way.

Robert was asking about the trout and Luke had his concentrating face on. Of all of them Luke actually had the most refined palate but with the ability to eat ordinary food as well. Roo was interested to see what he would order.

Robert was making small talk about the weather and property prices so Roo made herself look like she was concentrating.

Luke continued reading but reached out and took the hand that was fiddling with the menu and she suddenly realised everything was all right, it was just food after all. They ordered from a Viennese waiter which was unexpected, Robert always asked where people are from, and then Robert started talking about their requirements.

“We are looking for a place with at least 10 bedrooms and plenty of studio space. It needs to be either very quirky or very spartan. A place for a garden would be ideal as we will need to encourage that kind of thing and we need a lease for at least five years.”

“I see.” Curtis paused and took a contemplative sip of water. “And may I enquire as to the nature of the experiment you mentioned on the phone.”

Luke looked at Curtis with a piercing gaze and said simply “we are aiming to create counterculture propaganda for mainstream consumption.”

“It’s a spectacle.” Roo said softly.

Curtis nodded and looked rather pleased, like a professional poker player who has just realised he has an opponent.

“I suppose you want to know more about me. How can a man who makes his money buying art be the most useful man for squatters to talk too apart from his knowledge of Trocchi?”

They all nodded.

“I represent the interests of some rather well endowed reactionary people. Those who cannot give up the comforts of wealth but who feel incredibly burdened by it. I act as a bridge between the world of artists and craft persons who seek to do interesting work in the country with care.”

“So what is the purpose of your corporation?”

“That exists for my art business. I often buy and support independent artists independent of this work, but you would sign a contract directly with one of several trusts.”

They were all silent.

Curtis had a slow cats smile. “There is a building which you may know of called the In and Out near Savile Row.”

Robert and Roo shook their heads but Luke started nodding and smiling. “Right next to the park” Luke said.

“Exactly right my friend. Next to the park.”

“I have been looking for the right caretakers for that building for close to 8 years and in between we have been making it more or less habitable. Still simple but habitable. It has Aga for example which is ready to use now. “

“That’s just incredible, I’m sure that will be big enough for us.”

“Indeed.”

Curtis paused as a flurry of waiters appeared with their food.

They all stared at their plates for a moment, amazed at the detail before them, with Curtis smiling at the concentration.

“Let us eat.” Curtis said, “we can discuss things further over the dessert.”

They all nodded and Luke gave Roo the same look he did when he was home from a long day at work and she had his food ready. They all tucked in gently, trying the sauces and the reductions with Roo looking to Curtis to see how best to eat the lamb. Curtis smiled and said “I suggest eating it instinctively. It is a dance between ingredients to be sure, but each mouthful of this dish will always work. I enjoy playing with my food but not being directed by it.”

Roo looked thoughtful and then smiled. “Thank you” she said.

“Not at all” he replied, “your earnestness is quietly refreshing.”

Roo smiled again and looked at Luke who was waving his cutlery over his food deciding where to start.

“It seems we are eating the chef’s favourite dish then” she said when she noticed Robert was also just staring at his plate.

Curtis laughed a deep throaty chuckle. “You would be right to guess that my dear.” He said and winked. The others didn’t even hear them, being under Mesmer’s spell.

Robert eventually started to eat his salmon and was delighted to find the time had seemed to stop for a while. All his thoughts were quietened and he began to feel as though having a meal was not such a bad way to begin a relationship with the mysterious Curtis after all.

Luke was in heaven. It reminded  him of eating with his artist aunt who would cook once a week when he was growing up, but then every bite was gorgeous. He had decided to eat some humble chicken to see how it was treated and he was so delighted by his first five bites he ate the rest of the meal as an alchemist, working out how he might cook this at home.

Meanwhile Roo and Curtis were eating leisurely but talking in the meanwhile. Curtis asked gentle questions about her past and was interested when she confirmed that she was a primary school teacher. She asked about art, and asked for tips on how to negotiate the art world with integrity, to which he replied- “the Chinese daoists are right in that they seek spontaneity. With art, I like to swim like a fish, sometimes leaping over rapids or treading water to stay in the same place. It is like life, always flowing and sometimes crumbling resistance and other times destroying it. You must know the beautiful instinct of the young – it is that same or wonder which I seek and one finds that everywhere if ones eyes are not clouded by paradigms and disconnection.”

Roo nodded “so it’s like the sound of many voices singing together?”

Curtis smiled “sometimes my dear but other times it is the sound of the rubbish truck after a long night.”

Roo giggled and then kept giggling realising she hadn’t giggled for a long time.

Luke looked up with the perplexed grin having just put his knife and fork together. “Sorry I missed out but what were you talking about?”

“Negotiating the art world my friend. My sources say your paramedic so you must know of the flow which I speak of.”

“Like the Taoists?”

“Yes indeed. They have the most close to indigenous religion there is that I know of and for them the natural world is worth protecting.”

“It is like the flow of blood. Sometimes we reach a scene and we know of someone doesn’t get a blood transfusion fast its lights out for them. Modern medicine does miracles but sometimes I wish we could just let someone die peacefully, because after working in war zones I know that’s the one thing I would wish for.”

“Indeed, that is the greatest blessing we can have, to rest in peace. Peace is a dynamic thing, she is also always there if we can find her.”

Luke fiddled with his glass. “Always? I’m not so sure about that, that takes a high level of nonattachment to the planet and people.”

“Yes, indeed. But I speak of being able to rest with demons and enemies, to rest with your humanity. Things happen so fast these days admittedly things look dire. My fellow countryman, Paul Virilio, has written of the tent cities which we are already seeing in parts of Africa and the Middle East. But in all this, there is still stillness that can be found when our minds are still. Plants and animals continue to feed so many of us, and the atmosphere and ocean, those other continents, continue to try make sense of our pollution. Which brings me to an important question. Would you be happy to advocate ethical consumerism in your show?”

Roo looked at the food on her plate rather wistfully. “That is a difficult question. It is ideal to consume ethically but what exactly does that mean? No more electronics because that depends on mining? I would be more interested in trying to teach people to live beautiful lives but I know there’s something very wrong with how we define ourselves by our consumption.”

“Incredibly astute my dear. But you could support buying organic for example and using biodegradable cleaning products?”

“Well” Roo said before Robert cut in. “We would need a platform where we were advocating food sovereignty, ideally where organic was the norm.”

Luke nodded “we don’t just want to make poor people feel guilty.”

Curtis smiled, “good, and what is your stance on homelessness?”

Roo smiled “that’s easy -no one should have to be homeless.”

“Anywhere?” Curtis said seriously.

“Anywhere”, Roo said with conviction. “I believe we all have a right to good food, water and shelter.”

“Any other rights you think we need at this time?” Curtis pushed.

Robert, Luke, and Roo looked at each other and then Robert said, “well we all like the human rights of the UN but it seems that people are more interested in their right to be advertised to in the developed world these days.”

“Interesting. The sponsor actually is a market abolitionist which is a rather impossible position and so she would like that to at least be discussed .” Luke looked perplexed “but she buys art from you?”

Curtis laughed “the rich are allowed quirks in this world that the rest of us would be imprisoned for.”

Robert said quietly “we can discuss models which are market abolitionist but that doesn’t mean they will air.”

“Indeed” Curtis said smiling, “though it might under the right circumstances. Now could you tell me the nature of the scandal?”

So Luke did and Curtis laughed looking fondly at Roo.

“And have you any takers as yet?”

“We have one potential straight man” Roo said.

“We haven’t advertised yet – we’ve been looking for the right place.”

“Would you like some assistance with the selection process if I get the go-ahead from your benefactor?”

They all looked at Roo. She glazed over for a moment and then took a mouthful of the vegetables left on her plate, relaxed and nodded. She swallowed, “if you can find interesting people who want to do or do interesting things that would help but I do have one request of maybe several. I would like some diversity in the mix, representative of the whole world.”

“You will have the right to veto my dear, but I suggest you don’t become too fixed on quotas. The quality of persons is what is important.” Roo thought for a second “well, we do at least need a northerner!”

Luke smiled “we’ll see love, will see.”

“And now may I suggest my dear that you take the remnants of our meals home for Luke to try so he can recreate it for you to and so we can indulge in some desert?”

Luke looked shocked and then nodded smiling.

“All right” he said.

The rest of the afternoon passed without them noticing the time as Roo asked to see some art and Curtis took them to an unexpected warehouse and they spent the afternoon and early evening drinking wine and looking at paintings and sculptures  with Curtis making little notes all the while with the most beautiful understated pen in Roo’s opinion.

They were watching a video which made you feel as though you were getting wrapped in a tentacle when Curtis whispered to Roo, “you my dear will have to meet her regularly to help decompress.”

Roo continued to stare and then nodded “could I meet before we start though?”

“Yes of course. I meet her on Wednesday and then I will be in touch. She can meet the others too but I think she would rather keep things quiet.”

Roo nodded “of course, but for the first time I would feel safer with others with me or at least you.”

Curtis squeezed her shoulder gently. “Of course my dear. I will not send you in there all alone the first time.”

Roo nodded.

“Now let me call you a cab, you need to practice being more invisible.”

But the cost ! Roo thought and her eyes showed it.

“Don’t worry about the cost- its on me. You have absorbed enough today- you need some quiet time.”

And Roo smiled, realising she might giggle again in future and so nodded.

The cab arrived. Its bulbous form on the stark London street, the trees still without leaves. The cab driver got out and he shook hands with Curtis mumbling something about his mother which Curtis brushed away with single hand movement. The cab driver smiled “Carlos, and you are?”

They introduced themselves before turning to say goodbye to Curtis. Robert and Luke shook hands that Roo went in for a hug and the double cheek kiss.

“I will update you on Wednesday” Curtis said earnestly.

They nodded and then started to get into the cab, with Robert getting on the front seat.

In the cab, Carlos was going through his CDs and eventually settled on Low. “You don’t mind some decompression music do you? It’s just been a long day” Carlos asked.

“No, that would be wonderful.” Roo said and the others nodded.

“So it’s home for you then?” Carlos asked, as the music drifted through the cab.

“Yes please” Roberts said giving directions. Luke took Roo’s hand and she put her head on his shoulder, breathing out under her seatbelt. They rode in silence for a while and then ‘I started a joke’ started to play and Roo felt herself wanting to laugh but not needing to. It was a long way to go but by the time they got to Green Park Carlos was ready to talk. Robert and him chatted about Curtis and confirmed it was their first time meeting him. They talked about how Spain’s politics made one beam with delight and despair at the same time and then started talking about the delights of Jamon and the best place to get it in London at a reasonable price.

As the lights flashed by Roo felt herself drift into a doze, where all the paintings she had seen merged and flashed before her closed eyes. Luke started stroking her hair and she nuzzled up to him and when they got home they excused themselves, after giving Carlos a big tip because the trip was free, and  then unbundled and made sense of the day with their bodies, slowly, carefully and with a bedside light on. When they got up to eat, they slow danced in the kitchen and Luke said he would try to take off at least one weekend a month. Roo smiled “so you really for a proper relationship too”. Luke stroked some hair from her face and nodded. “But I still think we can do the experiment.” Roo nodded. After that they shared a large napoli pizza, the only thing they had both known could be the right thing to eat in the day, they went back to bed and stayed there all of Sunday, surfacing only for food and ablutions

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Creepypasta Ocs Profiles

Name: Redacted

New Name: Fall

Age: 27

DOB: Redacted 

Hair: Short, Messy, Orange 

Eyes: One real blue, one fake(Right)

Body: Muscular, Rectangular 

Scars: All over. Burns, Cuts, Deep/Shallow/Fresh/Old they have them all

Job Title: Worker/Proxy

Mental Illnesses: Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, Insomnia 

Languages: ASL, Spanish, LSM

Extra:  After being kidnapped by their now ex-boyfriend, taken to the arena, and surviving with 10 others they had to do trials and training. 

Timeline: Taken, Arena, Trials, Testing, Training, Working

They were dating a man, Mark Fraser, for about a year before he dragged them out of their apartment and knocked them unconscious outside. Turns out he was part of the village the entire time and his job was Recruiter (getting outsiders so no inbreeding happens) 

 They woke up in the arena and was told what to do. They had to fight to survive by any means necessary. If they lasted for the 72 hours, they move on. Them and ten others moved onto the Trials, which consisted of multiple stages. 

Working in a leadership and a listening role, first aid, fighting against something stronger, finding clues, killing a child, etc.. Fall refused to shoot a young girl instead choosing to shoot themself. 

They woke up and The Boss explained that she was impressed that they didn’t follow orders, so the girl was put under Frozen Rest(she’s sleeping but not conscious or dead) and when their training was done, she’ll be unfrozen and put into their care as punishment. Unfortunately due to Fall breaking a rule, the girl was unfrozen and killed in front of them.

During the Testing drugs were injected to 1, see what would happen and 2, to see if they could survive it. The drugs normally give the person better healing, faster reflexes, better senses, etc (though not everyone gets all these), with the side effect of extreme pain. 

Not only did they get faster reflexes, they grew from being 5’4” all the way up to 6’5”

But these happened over time, The Testing doesn’t take that long so during their training they were growing. About less than  halfway through the training they were fully grown. 

Training consisted of survival, much like the Trials. But the Trials were basically a test to see if they could do it and if they had luck.  Training is giving more information and practice so they can be the best. After the Training they were given the title Worker.

Regarding their scars: They got the majority from punishments rather than on the job or accidents. 

Normally after one punishment people are done, but Fall likes to challenge The Boss as a way to see how much she can take before she finally kills them off. So far, even killing her children and husband and burning her house didn’t get her to kill them. (The punishment for Fall for doing that was killing the little girl they were supposed to take care of. Fall is still upset about this.)

Regarding their legs:  After about 3 weeks in the infirmary they were allowed to go home. During that time Annalise, Charlotte, and some others were taking turns on watching Miracle since he would be extremely bored just sitting in a chair all day. 

They needed someone there at the house to help, which was mostly Annalise and Charlotte, it worked best because Fall could still train Charlotte. After about 2 weeks of resting at home they were able to move more, which resulted in getting custody of Misery. They could be useful for a little while, while their legs fully healed. 

Miracle was 3-4 years when he came to live with them. They had him for about 6 months before Misery. 

Misery was around 3-4 months when he came to live with them.

***Kids-***

Name: Redacted. Now Miracle

Age: 16 (came to live with them at 4)

DOB: Redacted. Now 3/23

Hair: Blonde with brown streaks 

Eyes: Green(Left), One red and black (much smaller and different shaped than the green eye. Right)

Body: Tall, Chubby 

Scars: None 

Date of Death: 6/13

Disorders: CPTSD

Languages: He claims to know only English but the demon knows (or says he knows) but not limited to: French, Spanish, Korean, Portuguese, German, Japanese, Russian, Hindi, etc.. 

Miracle learns Spanish and ASL, with some Korean in his childhood and learns French in school. 

Extra:   The demon has no name but Miracle named him after something he likes: Garlic. Miracle was a failed sacrifice, instead of the of it fully possessing him, it only took over half of his brain. I don’t mean like ‘it took the left half and he took the right’. I mean every part of the brain was split by the two of them. 

They fight for control constantly, one minute it’s the demon the next it’s him, some mistake it for having a split personality. After some time they were able to make the demon calm down and actually listen to Fall, though it’s not the safest of procedures. 

Garlic didn’t tell anyone that he needs human meat to function, which resulted in ‘The Garlic Incident’. Now Garlic eats about twice a week, but is fed raw animal meat every day. 

They had to do the procedures to make sure they could take care of the boy, and after they were given custody and could rename him. Fall didn’t want to at first but he asked for a different one, which Fall named him Miracle. 

He doesn’t suffer from physical pain that much, it’s more psychological. Remember, he’s just a little boy.

Name: Redacted. Now Misery

Age: 12 (came to live with them at 3-4 months)

DOB: 11/30

Hair: Black

Eyes: Light Green with black around the white part. Right eye is blind. 

Body: Skinny, almost too skinny 

Scars: None 

Date of Death: 6/13

Disorders: Deafness, Blind in one eye

Languages: Grows up with ASL and LSM and learns a little bit of Korean Sign Language

Extra:  Mother was a human and the Father was a demon, both lived in the village. Humans and Demons aren’t supposed to breed because it results in multiple complications such as blindness, deafness, missing limbs, more body parts than needed, death, etc. 

The Mother did actually survive the birth surprisingly, but the baby did not come out how either of them wanted, so they gave him up. Doctors wanted to preform surgery to fix the genitalia as they looked very different. The parents refused, saying that the baby was already ruined due to multiple reasons, so she was left in the custody of Caregivers while the parents were punished.

Around 2 months is when they found out he was blind in one eye and about a month later she was brought into the custody of Fall, who renamed them Misery. 

They often scream and cry due to being overwhelmed and whoever is taking care of her not understanding what he wants. He experiences the physical pain, we don’t know what he experiences yet of course, we just know it’s painful. 

After time they learn that every time psychical contact is made, he feels a burning/stabbing pain. He gets numb over time and can stand contact after a very long time. 

***Pets-***

Bernese mountain dog Name: Nyx

Sex: Female

Type: Blood Hound (Needs Blood to survive)

Weird Habits: Ears will move and wiggle instead of her tail wagging. Her tail doesn’t wag. Gets the zoomies so many times it’s not funny

Abilities: Stronger bite/smell/hearing

Strength: 7/10

Intelligence: 9/10

Endurance: 9/10

St. Bernard

Name: Cerberus

Sex: Female

Type: Hell Hound (Made in Hell, stronger/bigger than normal dogs, needs meat to function properly) 

Weird Habits: Rolls around in everything. The rug, mud, a corpse, doesn’t matter. Randomly starts signing

Abilities: Can jump pretty high despite being a larger dog, can climb big trees

Strength: 10/10

Intelligence: 8/10

Endurance: 4/10

Rottweiler

Name: Zephyr

Sex: Male

Type: Demon Hound (Made in Hell, but bigger/stronger then Hell Hounds (depending on breed, in this case Cerberus is slightly larger)

Weird Habits: Sniffs literally everything. The seat? Sniffed. An apple that fell? Sniffed and eaten. The random person trying to break in? Sniffed and also eaten. Chases his tail like an idiot

Abilities: Can tear flesh better then normal Rottweilers

Strength: 8.5/10

Intelligence: 8.5/10

Endurance: 6/10

Calico

Name: Belial 

Sex: Female

Type: Unknown 

Weird Habits: Occasionally at the window when he sees her owner coming back from home, she’ll press her ass against the glass and shake it like a whore. Stares into your soul

Abilities: Can digest milk, bite force is stronger then normal cats

Strength: 4/10

Intelligence: 10/10

Endurance: 7/10