#lemme tell ta bout the sad man

[britneyshakespeare]

Let's just say for the sake of argument that we're on your property, standing in V-formation

[atsunflower]

Rated: SFW

Author notes: *sigh* for the third time the damned app ate up the tags. This one took me too long and I'm excited for write about my man suna again. This is also pretty different from what I'm used to write, but why not? Please enjoy your reading.

Warnings: cursing, substance usage/mentions, break-ups and me trynna be funny.

I – Cancel me.

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He looked at them with expectation as the beats smoothly faded, indicating the song's ending. 

If he were to be honest, the pair before him was a pain in the ass, but their opinion was that important because, when it came to music, they were the best at it. He felt no shame nor jealousy in admitting it.

"Dunno, the hook sounds like a Vice headline ta me." The bleach-haired male said, hearring the song's outro blaring through the studio speakers.

"Isn't it a Kid Milli reference, tho?" The other asked while munching a chip. He frowned at them, not understanding their point.

"Whatever. You two are no help anyways." Hearring their bullshit, the brunette already regretted this collab. He paused the queued song, turning to the other two with a blank stare.

The twins before him snickered, knowing they successfully hit a nerve. They couldn't help it, provoking Suna was one of their favorite hobbies.

"The song is good, but I gotta tell ya this butt hurt phase of yers is pretty lame." The faux-blond opened his mouth again, spinning around the studio with the desk chair. 

"Fuck you, Atsumu" He snapped, almost giving in to the desire of decking them both on the face.

"Tsumu's right, ya Lil Peep wannabe. Can't believe this break up ended up that bad." Osamu said in mockery, throwing the empty Lay's wrapper at him. He scoffed, disposing the wrapper on the bin before getting back at the screen to look at the FL studio interface.

"It's not that I have a broken heart. I just wanna know what's wrong with my life" He shrugged, blindly tacting over the desk in search of his Juul.

"Yeah Samu, he's just grieving over those fancy ass Dior Jordans. Sunarin is incapable of mundane things like a broken heart." His blond friend was partially right.

Suna Rintaro was many things: alt model, music producer, cloud artist and a decent volleyball player that almost went pro. But if there was something he could never be, it was a lucky man on love matters.

With his fair share of failed relationships, the artist could never pinpoint when things went wrong. It would always be the same: he would meet a girl, they would have a good time and then, the chick would turn out demanding as fuck.

In the end, every single one of them would slap him across the face and leave his life banging the front door shut like crazy — last week, it was Mika who broke things off, but not before setting his limited edition pair of jordans on fire. He would never get over those sneakers.

"Good for him, those kicks were kinda ugly." Osamu said in a bored manner. Suna felt his soul leaving his body.

"The hell, Osamu?" He was ready to fight, deeply offended by the attack at his taste in fashion.

"Yo, you two." Atsumu butted in, checking something on his phone "Y'all are drifting away from our problem."

"That is?" The other brother asked.

"Cheer up Sunarin before he fucks up with the Album." If Suna had the energy, he would kick both Miyas out of his studio "And I gotta the perfect thing. Let's hang out at Akagi's tonight, he just invited us." The already distressed musician felt the soul leaving his body for the second time that afternoon. He was sure both twins wished his death.

"Not a fucking chance. Last time I went there I almost died because of that weird stuff we smoked." 

"Aw, Sunarin, Kita'll be there too." The faux-blonde tried to persuade. The mention of their older, responsible and straight edge friend made Suna look at them with interest. But he needed more, though. Based on the last experience, he didn't have the will to risk his life going to Akagi's house once again. A shiver descended his spine as the male recalled how much he threw up that night.

"Suna, man, I gotta agree with Tsumu. Yer feelings are showing in your music." Osamu said as if he was some kind of genius.

"Isn't art about it, tho?" He deadpanned "Expressing feelings and shit?" He asked, staring them dead in the eye. The males before him shivered because of its intensity. Suna snickered.

"Man says art, but most of his songs are about the Nikes on his feet and the Tesla in his garage." Atsumu mocked "What the fuck?" The blonde barely dodged the moleskine thrown at him.

"Don't chew on me when you do the same, asshat. This is called character development." As unnerving the twins were, he felt a whole lot better in their company "Just lemme produce my sad stuff in peace."

"Cut us some slack, ya dumbfuck. We're just worried about ya." Osamu protested " 'Sides, no wonder no girl sticks by yer side. You know what the chicks find sexy? Seizing the means of production, not yer dumb car."

"You two are so la—" The musician was interrupted mid sentence, startled by the blond figure clutching his phone with enthusiasm.

"Oi Samu," Atsumu's loud voice startled the other two, as he excitedly fisted the air.

"What the fuck?" Suna asked, dropping the Juul on the floor.

"She'll be there tonight." The blond said, looking at his brother with a new wave of joy.

"The fuck? She who?" The brunette frowned.

"Ya gotta go and find out, man." The gray haired twin said with a knowing smile, matching his brother's excitement.

The night out felt somewhat draining. The booze, the music and the company were great, but his lack of energy was a mood killer.

Cheer me up my ass, Suna cursed internally as he observed everyone getting wasted all over the place. He grimaced at the sight, realizing the meeting with the twins was enough social interaction for the day.

He didn't know what's gotten into him. The male knew it wasn't necessarily caused by the break up, but he couldn't help the feeling down.

Right now, life just felt lowkey suffocating. 

Being a public figure meant being under the spotlights the most of time.

People talked.

People assumed.

Media was all over him, ready to catch a scandall.

And of fucking course his name was on gossip headlines. It even occupied a spot on twitter trending topics for a day or so.

"Fuck me." He said before the lukewarm beer went down his throat.

"Sunarin!" He heard Atsumu shouting from his right "I want you to meet someone!" And only now he noticed the blond had his left arm over a girl's shoulders.

Oh, that's the one they were talking about, maybe? the brunette realized. What's the hype, tho? He asked himself, eyeing your figure.

"[Name], this is Suna. Sunarin, this is [Name], best girl ever and the mastermind behind the visuals of mine and Samu's last album" The bleach-haired male said with a proud smirk, ruffling your hair. You were obviously shy.

How cute, the brunette thought.

"Dumbass, don't embarrass me in front of others!" You nudged the Miya with your elbow "Nice to meet you, I saw your name on TMZ last week—" You said beaming and he grunted.

I take it back. Not cute at all, the man internally screamed, not ready to talk about the recent events. He didn't even want to listen to the rest of your speech, your cheery voice went through his ears in a white noise.

"And this makes me really excited for your album. The interview about the collab with dumb and dumber was lit." You continued, the words were genuine and you seemed really interested "And I also relate on a spiritual level because I know working with them is hell."

Oh, she's talking about the album. He realized in relief.

"Yo, I heard good things about you too. The design of their album was hella sick, even though they two suck ass." Suna snickered when he heard Atsumu protesting. You only left out a giggle, joining him on the teasing.

The blond kept ranting about how bad of friends the two of you were.

"I didn't introduce y'all ta gang up on me. Bye, I'm finding another company. Ya two suck." The blonde Miya said, leaving only you and Suna in the sofa area.

"Uh, so…" He drifted off, trying to start some small talk

"Yeah..." You both giggled at the awkwardness "Not enjoying the night?"

"Too much happening right now. Lots of people talking shit 'bout me." He sipped the beer, grimacing at the stale taste of the drink "Hope they cancel me already. So all this shit dies down." Suna looked away, suddenly shy for opening up to a stranger.

"You're a famous guy and the break-up wasn't that scandalous. It'll be over eventually, just beware the sneaker cult." Your amusement was comfort enough. You didn't make intrusive questions about the events and merely joked it off. He felt so worn out by the situation but, at least, your presence wasn't overbearring.

"How is it everyone knows about the jordans?" You shrugged it off, laughing at the distressed face he mocked. Sighing in relief, Suna couldn't deny how refreshing your presence was. Not to be a jerk, but usually, the girls either were all over him or judged every single move he made. You were just that easygoing.

"Well, I don't think you came here to sulk on the sofa all night long. Why don't we join them by the pool and down some shots?" You hopped off of your seat, pointing to the glass doors. All the boys were waving at you two and suddenly, Suna felt a wave of joy run down his body.

Atsumu was right. Best girl ever.

At some point of the night, everything became about you.

All he could hear was the sound of your voice and all the time, his eyes were drawn to your figure. He couldn't figure out a reason for it, but the rapper wasn't complaining either.

A sharp pang at the side of Suna's head broke the trance he was in. Osamu had a shit eating grin on his face, eyeing the ravenette with amusement.

"We told ya so." The younger twin mused whilst he handed a long neck of vodka to the other.

"Stop. This is dumb."

"Yer dumb. But you ain't that dumb ta dare ta mess with her." The gray-haired Miya squinted at him, menacingly pointing the bottle in his hand at the brunette. The latter shrugged it off, opening his drink.

"Nah, I'm good." And he meant it.

But how could he explain the situation he was in?

Lips and hands wandered over the expanse of his skin. Everything was too hot and too good at the same time. Overwhelming, even.

He wanted more, more and more. There wasn't enough of you.

And if it wasn't unfair enough, his body felt lethargic. He was desperate, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm you imposed. Be it the alcohol or the stress, his body gave up and blacked out, even before you could undress each other.

In the morning after, a pounding headache woke him up. Suna didn't dare to open his eyes, but the morning breath fanning over his face was unbearable.

"I can't believe a cutie like you have a stinky breath like this." The complaint came out in a raspy voice, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.

Someone snickered on the other side of the room.

"Man, I didn't know you had the hots fer Samu." Atsumu was somewhere across the room, laughing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Hearing the other, Suna's body jolted, dizziness made his head spin in the process. He felt sick in the stomach and the morning light made his eyes sting. "When did I get back here?" The male looked around, realizing he was sprawled over Akagi's floor, right beside Osamu, who didn't even squirm at the loud voices in the room.

"What do ya mean? We never left" Atsumu frowned, uncaping a water bottle he was holding "Ya puked on Kita and passed out. The boys were too wasted ta drag yer sorry ass back home so we all crashed here." The blonde was dumbfounded, trying to figure out how wasted Suna got last night.

Suna wanted to know too. After all, there was no way the events envolving you were a product of his drunk mind.

facts:

• Suna's artist name is yosemite.

• He has a Tesla Model S because of Frank Ocean.

• He takes his Nikes very seriously.

• No, not all of his songs are about the car and the kicks.

• He and the Miya twins got a sports scholarship because of volleyball, but they dropped out of school to make music.

• The three of them created Inarizaki, the label they're making music under. Kita and Aran manage it.

• Both Miya twins are beatmakers and music producers. They recently debuted as artists and now are making a collab EP with Suna, thus Atsumu's concern about the album.

[japiform]

Chat Logs: Give Context

po57c0nt3n7 > how long have you known

japiform eh, i didn't really care to pay attention til you two started talkin though i'll admit, i'm new enough to this shit that i didn't really question it when i immediately assumed you was from here so. i dunno. the whole time?

po57c0nt3n7 > ok

japiform why?

po57c0nt3n7 > why do you think

japiform no clue was i supposed ta tell you immediately? i ain't really got down the ettiquettes of this exact situation guess my lusus forgot to teach me

po57c0nt3n7 > oh so now youre asking about etiquette > its ok im not mad at you

japiform .... You have never been told that before. oh?

po57c0nt3n7 > its my fault it happened like this anyway

japiform oh is this what we're doin?

po57c0nt3n7 > what > no im just telling the truth

japiform yeah cool whatever look i ain't one to stop a good pity party, but actually yeah i am they're annoying to watch and you're way funnier with that fake ass confidence it's a joke, dumbass at your expense cosmic variety you didn't realize. she didn't realize. darkleer didn't realize, and he pegged me fuckin instantly. a gods damned who's on first of reunions

po57c0nt3n7 > he pegged you lol

japiform hahaha he wishes

po57c0nt3n7 > also that wasnt me > well it was me but not really

japiform yeah yeah somethin about masks and faked confidence and maybe algorithms or somethin this is the real you, a mopey guilty asshole

po57c0nt3n7 > no i literally made an ai that i was using for data harvesting you goddamn moron > and you broke it

japiform hahahahahahaha that's fuckin funny no wonder it didn't recognize her i ain't never broke an ai before what part did it?

po57c0nt3n7 > its like asking a metal detector to find a red wall > the part where you threw it at the red wall dipshit

japiform hahahahahaha what data was you harvestin?

po57c0nt3n7 > in line with the metaphor > whether or not the metal thats responsible for the color red was present

japiform huh abstract

po57c0nt3n7 > yeah well i didnt exactly have the resources or the capacity for anything more complicated than that unfortunately > which is why im not mad at you

japiform huh what resources do you need that you don't have?

po57c0nt3n7 > power > security > not being a coward chickenshit

japiform a battery not havin enough power. kinda funny don't think i can help with that shit

po57c0nt3n7 > why would you want to help

japiform beats what i'm doin now

po57c0nt3n7 > you mean jack shit

japiform hahaha exactly

po57c0nt3n7 > i know > she keeps tabs on you

japiform how surprising damn, i didn't know that becomin a high ranking government official would mean i'd be *watched* now i'm scared of what'll happen if i *don't* help the empress's favorite pet

po57c0nt3n7 > you say dumb shit a lot > does it ever get boring

japiform hahaha yeah if you don't want help, i can just keep twiddlin my thumbs no fuckin skin off my big red nose

po57c0nt3n7 > i dont know

japiform eh. i'm old. i can wait. or maybe i'll die tomorrow either way

po57c0nt3n7 > you wont die tomorrow

japiform then i can wait :o)

po57c0nt3n7 > ok do that

japiform hahaha

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japiform 1hp huh

po57c0nt3n7 > thematically appropriate eheh

japiform ha you bout to kick it?

po57c0nt3n7 > if i dont outlive your wrinkled ass i would never let myself live it down

japiform hahahahaha and how do you intend to prolong your dying battery?

po57c0nt3n7 > as long as physically possible > orr at least until i can make it up to survivor

japiform that's sweet but you answered the wrong question, dumbfuck

po57c0nt3n7 > yeah

japiform lemme rephrase through what means do you intend to prolong your miserable life

po57c0nt3n7 > why do you care

japiform i already told you ain't you got access to your memory? update ya ram or some shit i got nothin better to do this shit makes for good tv

po57c0nt3n7 > i try to access my memories as little as possible > ive some stuff happening in the background

japiform so you've got it handled

po57c0nt3n7 > yes > have any of your helmsman ever told you about the peer-to-peer helm network

japiform hahaha none of my helms tell me shit without me knowin enough to ask first

po57c0nt3n7 > smart

japiform yeah so tell me about it

po57c0nt3n7 > in laymans terms its like a mini internet basically

japiform peer to peer is what fuckers use to pirate shit, right?

po57c0nt3n7 > its not supposed to exist obviously but i doubt you really give a shit

japiform nope it's funny

po57c0nt3n7 > its something the first helmsman cooked up when they realized the trolls who set up the helmsblocks put it all on the same server for lazy asshole reasons > they could connect to eachother over the broadband network

japiform i follow

po57c0nt3n7 > over the last eons its become a hub for noobs and veterans to communicate > keep everyone in the loop > for the last two weeks ive been uploading packets

japiform startin to get the feeling i've been bein handled but go on

po57c0nt3n7 > well duh youre a figurehead at best

japiform hahaha thanks

po57c0nt3n7 > np babe > anyway these packets are 1-1 data dumps of my memories > i figured if i do kick it > other helmsman can stll learn from me i guess > i just have to hold on a little longer while it all compiles

japiform that's a special sorta sad and so fuckin dull

po57c0nt3n7 > are you ever not going to neg me or should i sign the fucking visitor book

japiform hahaha

po57c0nt3n7 > im just going to draw a huge bulge on every page

japiform i'll sign it for you, i know you're all tied up :o)

po57c0nt3n7 > you are soooo funny

japiform ;o)

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po57c0nt3n7 > so a funny thing just happened

japiform oh?

po57c0nt3n7 > so whilst we were talking earlier you were a certain distance away > and now you are significantly closer > i wonder what thats about

japiform huh, weird i ain't got any idea where you're at motherfucker

po57c0nt3n7 > uh huh

japiform i just got some faithful worth roundin up in another sector fish bitch don't wholly order me around, and i ain't so solely a figurehead. i'm still runnin a mother fuckin CHURCH but if you wanted ta tell me your coords, i could come give you that kiss on my way ;o)

po57c0nt3n7 > not on your goddamn life > last thing i need right now is for you to take a "miraculous" tumble and crash through one of my walls kool-aid man style > do your clown shit idgaf

japiform by your mother fuckin leave

[vintagevalentinex]

Laundry

So I had this idea for this Benny story this weekend!  It’s not one of the longer ones I’ve written, but I still really like it!  I hope you do as well!

This story was inspired by Etta James singing I Just Want To Make Love To You. Like always, I strong encourage you to listen to the song while you are reading or do so beforehand!

Please let me know what you think! :)

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Title: Laundry Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~1675 Pairing: (Benny x Reader) Warnings: Laundry smut.

“Love to you, ooohooo, Love to you…”  You swayed your hips as Etta James blasted out from the bedroom you shared with Benny.  You had only thrown on one of his henleys and a pair of panties to do the wash for the week.  You were putting the clothes into the washer, still singing the the music, your thoughts kept going back to that handsome man you shared a bed with.  Benny.  Unf.  Why on Earth that gorgeous brute of a man wanted you, you’d never know, but you certainly were not going to question it.  You were definitely the first person to admit that the relationship you had with the vampire was anything but simple, but you were enjoying yourself.   He was a good man; he was loyal and devoted, not to mention that he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid your eyes on.  Benny was built sturdy, all muscle and scruff, yet despite all of that, he had the most beautiful, kind eyes you’d ever seen.  When you first met him…er…when he saved your ass from that vampire nest…also known as ‘Sam and Dean get you into the worst situations ever’…you didn’t know what to do.  He was so gorgeous and he fought his own kind to save you…but yet he was still a vampire.  You were so conflicted.  You smiled to yourself as you remember that night…the night that completely made you rethink the way you thought about hunting.

You sat as far as you could on the other side of the truck as it raced away from the abandoned building you were being kept in.  You couldn’t believe you were so foolish as to allow yourself to be kidnapped by such a stupid nest of vampires.  They had been planning on nearly draining you dry before you were saved by…a vampire?  What the hell was going on?  You were so confused and tired, growing more and more frustrated as you got farther away from the dump you were being held captive in.  You stared out the window, wishing you were even farther away than you were now, and as far away as you could be from the vampire sitting on the other side of the truck.

“M’not gonna hurt ya, cher…”

“……”

“S’not exactly the thank you I was expectin’…”

“…didn’t ask to be saved…”

“…so she speaks…good ta know, darlin’…”

You turn your head, watching him intently as he continued to drive on, stealing glances at you as he continued to steer.

“…why?”

“What are ya goin’ on ‘bout, darlin’?”

“Why did you save me?  You just killed a complete nest of you kind…to save me…I’m nothing to you…”

He scoffed bitterly.  “They aren’t my kind, shug.  M’nothin’ like dem. Might be hard for ya ta believe, but m’on your side.”

“…on my side?”

“Sure thing, darlin’…Dean sent me after all.”

You rolled your eyes.  And there it was.  Of course Sam and Dean knew a damn vampire.  The absurdity of it all made complete sense for that pair.

“So…what now?”

He smiled, chuckling a little.  “Well…was figurin’ that ya wanted ta clean up a ‘lil and maybe sleep some before ya hit the road…”

You chewed on your lip.  That did sound amazing actually.

So amazing that you actually never left.

You continued to sway your hips, giggling to yourself as you popped the rest of the laundry into the washing machine, your fingers trailing to the bottom hem of Benny’s henley that hung loosely from your body.  You froze up when you heard a low, appreciative whistle behind you.

I don’t want you to be no slave I don’t want you to work all day But I want you to be true And I just wanna make love to you Love to you, ooohooo Love to you

“Don’t stop on my account, shug…jus’ enjoyin’ the view.”

You turned around; smiling as you rolled your eyes at him, shaking your hips again as you defiantly smirked at him.

“Well…this shirt does seem to be a little dirty from last night’s…festivities…”

He grinned at you as he stepped closer.  “Oh does it, cher?  Ya might as well throw it in wit’ the rest of the wash then, no?”

“Yeah…I guess that’s for the best…”

You started to mouth the words to the song as you slowly pulled Benny’s henley up, letting your skin slowly be revealed to his hungry gaze.

All I want to do is wash your clothes I don’t want to keep you indoors There is nothing for you to do But keep me making love to you Love to you, ooohooo Love to you

You finally pulled the shirt off, throwing it at him as you continued to sway your hips, your bare breasts on display.  Your hands trailed up your own body, smiling saucily at Benny as you cupped your own breasts, chewing on your lower lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes as you ran your hands back down to rest on the elastic of your cotton panties, careful to pull one side down and pull it right back up, giggling softly as you watched Benny’s wolfish grin turn into a scowl.  He stepped closer to you and you put your hands up.

“Not yet, Benny-boy…”

He groaned at the nickname you gave him as you continued to laugh.

“Get on with it, Buffy…”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Leave it to Benny to binge-watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

“I can always put more clothing on…”

“Now tha’ would be a tragedy upon all mankind, darlin’…”

You let out a loud laugh as you turned around, facing away from him, continuing to sway your hips as your fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, slowly bringing them down past the swell of your ass, bending over as you let them pool around your ankles before stepping out of them.

And I can tell by the way you walk that walk And I can hear by the way you talk that talk And I can know by the way you treat your girl That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world

All I want you to do is to bake your bread Just to make sure that you’re well fed I don’t want you sad and blue And I just wanna make love to you

Love to you, ooohooo Love to you, oooh

He was on you in an instant.  He pressed himself against your bare ass, bracing yourself against the washing machine as you could hear him growling in your ear.

“I can’t take it anymore, shug.  Need ya right here, right now…”

You moaned breathlessly as he continued to grind against you, your knuckles going white from the sensation.   You could hear him rustling with the buckle of his belt, the tell-tale sound of a zipper being pulled down, and finally hearing his pants pool around his ankles.  One of his hands pawed at your ass, the other cupping your mound, caressing at your folds.

“B-benny, please, need you…”

You could practically hear him smiling as he rubbed against your entrance, taking in a sharp air of breath.

“You already wet for me, darlin’?  That lil’ show of yers really put ya in the mood, huh?  Turning yerself on like dat, lil’ baby?  Lemme give ya what ya need.”

With that he slid into you, your breasts pressed hard against the cold metal of the washing machine, which had just gone into the spin cycle.  You let out a loud groan as the vibrations rocked through you as Benny thrust into you harder, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the sound of the machine muffling your pleasured cries.  He let out a loud grunt before pulling out of you, much to your dismay before turning you around, pressing his lips to yours hard as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.  He pushed you against the machine as he entered you again, continuing to thrust into you as he claimed your mouth with his.  Your hands went to his hair, holding on tightly

“Thas’it lil’ baby, give it to me…give it ol’ Benny…want dat lil’ pussy…”

You nearly exploded, his drawl nearly making you combust as you felt yourself tighten around him, gripping his cock hard inside of you as you started to cum, closing your eyes tightly as he thrust into you, following you soon after.

And I can tell by the way you walk that walk And I can hear by the way you talk that talk And I can know by the way you treat your girl That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world

Oh, all I wanna do, all I wanna do is cook your bread Just to make sure that you’re well fed I don’t want you sad and blue And I just wanna make love to you

Love to you, ooohooo Real love to you, ooohooo Love to you, ooohooo

Benny lifted you up, settling you on top of the washing machine as it finished its cycle.  He pressed his lips to yours again, hands running up and down your back as he calmed the both of you down.  It felt absolutely perfect to kiss him, like your lips were meant for his.  You could live in this moment forever. The both of you jumped as the buzzer for the dryer went off, signaling that your sheets and bed linens were ready.  Benny chuckled as he grabbed them out of the dryer, wrapping you in them as he carried you off to the bedroom.  As he threw you on the bed, he grinned, predatorily crawling up the end of the bed to hover over your naked form.

“S’no point in havin’ clean sheets if ya don’t get’em dirty again…”

You laughed.  I will never finish this laundry ever.  Your thoughts were interrupted however by the glorious burn of Benny’s stubble rubbing at your neck.

Who needs clean clothes anyway?

[zaney-hacknslash]

Hakkai's Birthday pt3

“You’re drunk, Hakkai. Ya drank most that bottle by yourself. I mean, you ain’t human an’more, but you ain’t a machine…”

“I’ve drank much more than that in one sitting.”

“Yeah. Like I said though, that shit isn’t like normal booze. Give yourself a break for once.”

“Fine.” I snorted, standing up again, and the spinning worsened. “I’m drunk. You succeeded. I hope that makes you happy.”

“Not really. I didn’t know it was gonna be sucha shit storm. Shoulda known… You’re a damn mess.”

Slowly, I looked away, watching the people passing on the street. Some of them gave us strange glances, but they continued to shuffle by, as they always had, not caring about the two of us. “I never thought I would be. I thought I’d be so much more than this.”

“There’s nothin’ wrong with you, okay? It’s just that ev’rybody can only take so much. An’ you took a lot, Hakkai. That’s all it is.”

I faced him. “How much more can you take?”

His already serious expression darkened a shade. “Not much, lemme tell ya.”

“I’ve always assumed I’d be in a padded room if I were you.”

Gojyo rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was though. You—”

“I’m hungry,” he cut in. “Let’s go get breakfast.”

I let him guide me out onto the road again, absently dabbing at my nose. “It’s not time yet for breakfast.”

“That’s what ya do when you’re drunk—eat breakfast.”

“That hardly makes sense.”

All the same, we walked a few blocks to a twenty-four-hour diner, and by the time we reached a booth in the back corner of the building, we were both stumbling rather badly, and I felt sick to my stomach. I rested my spinning head in my hands while the waitress served us coffee and Gojyo perused the menu.

“Why did you let me drink so much of that awful stuff by myself?” I demanded quietly.

Gojyo lit a cigarette and even ashed a few times before answering. “I was tryin’ ta get ya drunk.”

“That…is so…uncool of you…”

“Like I said, I di’nt know it was gonna be like this. I just wanted ya ta forget ‘bout it for a coupla hours… All that nasty shit that happened.”

“How gallant,” I muttered dryly.

“Sorry. Really. If I knew you were gonna get all ‘gressive—”

“I’m not aggressive.”

“’Kai, you’re ‘gressive when you’re sober. Ya just hide it. Ya hide all kindsa shit. If I knew ya were gonna be ‘gressive, an’ moody, an’ sad I wouldnta done it.”

I glared up at him. There was three of him now. “As you pointed out, I’m like that anyway.”

Gojyo nodded, still skimming the menu. “I jus din’t know, ‘kay, dude? I wasn’t tryin’ ta…hurt you.”

Of course I believed that. Gojyo would never try to hurt me intentionally.

“Well, please don’t do this again. I don’t like feeling this way.”

His eyes flickered over the menu to meet my gaze. “I won’t,” he said flatly. “Drink your fuckin’ coffee.”

We ate our meals in relative quiet, and after I had some food in my stomach I did feel a bit better, so we struck out for home. The walk seemed to take twice as long as usual, and I had to try extra hard not to stagger as we went, so we spoke very little on the trip as well.

Back at the house, the lights were still on. Apparently I was intoxicated enough that I’d neglected to turn them off.

Inexcusable.

I dropped onto the couch, face first, trying to collect myself before going to bed. “When does the spinning stop?”

“Dunno. Whenever.” He sat down on the floor, leaning back against the couch. “You gonna be okay?”

“Presumably.”

“I’m really sorry, man. You’ve never been drunk like this before, huh?”

“Not exactly, no.”

Gojyo sighed. “Guess I fucked up your birthday—again.”

“Your intentions weren’t altogether horrible.”

“Right… Well, no worries. I won’t tell an’body I saw ya drunk. We can just pretend this din’t happen.”

“That would be nice, Gojyo.”

We fell silent again. I tried to focus on sleeping. To hell with shambling my way to bed—I was going to sleep right where I was, with my clothes still on, just like he did all the time.

When I’d nearly dozed off, Gojyo hissed, “Hey, ‘Kai. You ‘wake?”

“Mmhm.”

“Can I tell ya something?”

“Mm. Sure. Why the hell not?”

“I lied to ya earlier…’bout the best birthday I ever had.”

“Oh?”

“Not ‘cause it was the wrong birthday… It was still that one—with all the nasty sex.”

“I see.”

“I lied ‘bout the reason.”

“Ah.”

“The real reason…” He took another pause, and I detected familiar insecurity in his tone. “Is ‘cause…when I fin’ly dragged my ass home after all that, super fucked up, feelin’ like a pieca shit, you were here. Ya waited for me. Remember?”

“I remember I made plans to have dinner with you and you broke them, and I waited up so I could give you a piece of my mind.”

He gave a brief chuckle. “Yeah. That. We jus’ met right? Ya din’t know what a fuck job I am yet.”

“Goj,” I sighed. “You’re not—”

“It was shitty. An’ t’night’s shitty. I always do shitty stuff. That ain’t the point. The point is, you were here, an’ when ya saw how blasted I was ya din’t yell at me for ditchin’ you. Ya took care of me. Ya din’t even make me say sorry. Ya made me feel like I mattered. And…I dunno… Havin’ all that, for the first time ever, meant a lot to me.”

I opened my eyes finally to look at him, and he half turned his head to look back from the corner of his eye.

Quietly, he added, “I always wished I could do somethin’ that awesome for you…but I know I can’t.”

“Gojyo,” I shut my eyes again, putting my arm around his neck. “Shut up. You do that for me all the time.”

[cartoonlonk-a]

     So @maskedl0ve and I did a shippy questionnaire thing for our two muses. It was very fun and hilarious! Especially since they aren’t even dating. Basically Link found this girly magazine with dating questions in it and he dragged Claus along to answer them with him.

I encourage you and your ship partner to do it too!

What was your first impression of me?

Link: Hmm...lemme see. Ya seemed so skeptical! Dunno if it's 'cause I look different or my enthusiasm...Either way, ya looked cute uvu ♡ Claus: Well....i was cautious, to say the least...I wasn’t used to anyone greeting me the way you did, much less a complete stranger...I thought you were teasing me or mocking me, or that you wanted something out of me. So I guess my first impression was just ‘Who are you and why are you acting that way?’ he feels a tad guilty now rip

How accurate do you now think it was? On which counts do you think you were totally wrong and on which were you right?

Claus: Wrong on pretty much all accounts. You weren’t teasing me or mocking me or trying to gain my trust so you could manipulate me. You actually...did want to be my friend. Despite what I looked like you were genuinely happy to meet me...I guess that’s a way to describe you, you’re genuine and kind and caring and brave, the opposite of what I was afraid you might be. Link: Aww that's sweet! Yo're no longer skeptical 'bout me maybe the choices I make buh might point still stands, yo're still cute

What is your idea of a truly romantic evening?

Link: I dunno...Claus, do ya wanna take a romantic nap with me? Claus: Uh...I dunno how a romantic nap would work but...sure, that sounds good to me. I cant think of anything fancy for a ‘romantic’ evening anyway...just eating a cozy dinner and then resting

If I promise not to get upset, can you tell me something that you'd like to change in me but don't have the nerve to tell me?

Claus: STOP BEING SO RECKLESS. PLEASE STOP PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER FOR ME. And please, tell me when something is wrong...okay..? Link: ...haha....No promises ;3 buh somethin' I would change? Gosh...I wish ya would smile more!

Apart from the most obvious one, which other two areas of your body are the most sensitive and responsive?

Link: O-oh...I can't say my ears? U-uh...my stomach 'n'.... he's too embarrassed to say the second one Claus: S-Sensitive and responsive??? UHH— I don’t kNOW??? A lot of my body is mechanical and for the rest of my body...I don’t know???????? Distress.png

Which three parts of my body are your personal favourites and why?

Link: 👀 Claus: U H............ blushing d-do I have to..? I-- uuughhh. well....I guess....Your eyes, your hair, and your smile...does a smile count? I-I don't know...A-AND STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT! Link: Very flattered Aww those are my favorite too! Actually, I love all of ya! Buh...if I MUST pick three, it'll be yo'r hair, eyes 'n' freckles! Oh I love yo'r freckles! They're like stars!!! ♡

Which is your dream destination and why?

Claus: is blushy from the last thing dream destination..? Um...I dunno...sorry Link: Trick question! 'Cause I don' got a dream destination. I wanna keep explorin' everythin'! Aaaaa, I nevah wanna be at a point where I have walked every inch of th's earth. Findin' new Hyrule 's a good enough answer too, I guess.

Which fruit/vegetable do you think I resemble and why?

Link: Either a carrot, for obvious reasons or a pepper. Angriest lil vegetable Claus: s t a r e s ....honestly, I dunno again. I guess a pineapple? I don't really think it resembles you but it's the first thing I think of when I have to think "Link and fruit” Link: I was expectin' ya ta call me somethin' green, buh pineapple works too

Can you remember your earliest childhood memory of happiness and that of fear?

Claus: goes dead silent ..... he lowers his gaze ...i don't know if i remember my earliest memory of happiness...but......of fear..? ......yes..... Link: .... these aren't very romantic.... Claus: yeah....

Your favourite aunt/uncle/cousin and why?

Link: Don' have any :/ Claus: neither do I....

If I discover you lying to me, what will be your reaction?

Claus:.................... his expression is actually pained. I'm sorry........ Link: Ah.... he looks pretty hurt too. I'd also say sorry.... 'n' ....It was for t-the better ehehe.... otherwise, I'm terrible at lyin' Claus: is dead silent w e lp

What are the qualities that draw you to people that you can base a friendship on?

Link: Not tryin' ta kill me????? I GUESS?¿ Claus: I keep saying I don't know for these questions but... I don't know. I'm not exactly...the best at making friends. and he doesn't exactly feel worthy of having friends rip

Your first crush – what drew you to her/him?

Link: Funny story 'bout that. After I left my home island the world was so much bigger. I saw so many new thin's...in other words, I liked them 'cause they were someone not on my island Claus: fidgets .....um.....well....he uh.....he...despite what I was he...cared about me, even when being shown what i was, what I could do, he cared about me and tried to make me happy...he wasn't afraid of me... looks to the side Link: He sounds nice !!

How would you characterize a perfect girlfriend?

Claus: y-yeah.... STILL TRYING TO HIDE FACT RIP but uh-- now this question um... i don't know..? wow i keep saying that... someone just...nice and caring, someone who won't be afraid of me or won't hate me, someone who...despite everything about me won't...think i'm a freak....someone who i can be around and...not be afraid..? Link: gasp Claus!!! If I wore a dress ‘n’ said I was a girl, can qualify for yo'r girlfriend? 👀 Claus: WHA--!? S-STOP THAT! Link: laughs Ya didn' say no~! Okay...buh no one 's perfect so I cannot answer th's question u-u

Your first date – where did you go, what did you do and how long did the relationship last?

Link: Never been on one! I'm probably way too much ta handle as a date too, haha. Claus: never been on one too.... just looking to the side

In your next life, would you want to be my lover once again?

Claus: falls silent ......... in a next life..? ....in my next life...I hope I can meet you without all these broken pieces... and maybe...I'd be able to smile a lot more for you... Link: for once, he's blushing O-oh...ya know, I like ya jus' the way ya are now, right? I wouldn't want ya ta change. Buh, 'ae...it would be really nice ta see ya again...who knows what kind of dummy I'd be then. Claus: blinks a bit when he sees Link blushing. Honestly, he does want to change...he wants to be different, he wants to be better, he wants to be able to breathe without always feeling like there's some weight crushing him. He wants to meet Link like how he was before he had his world shattered. He wants to be someone who could maybe admit what he feels without feeling severe guilt... of course, he's not gonna say a word of this... Well, if you end up similar to how you are now, then I'm certain I'd be happy to meet you again Link: AHDJENTEKSK N-NEXT QUESTION He is red oh lord

If you were asked whom you would like to be born again as, the answer would be…

Link: I-I can answer th's for Claus! He'd be a dog again! Claus: HEY! I ALREADY TOLD YOU I WAS NOT A DOG! The teeth aren't natural. crosses his arms and frowns a bit Link: HOW DO YA KNOW? Actually...! Ya act more like a gruffly cat more than anything. They might not be real buh they fit! Claus: groans If my teeth aren't natural then that means it's not linked to ''''whatever I was in my past life'''' Link: Fine. Next question :T

Would you like to enjoy a bath with me amidst the yellow and pink rose petals?

Link: wiggles eyebrows Claus: N O Link: Baaaaaby why do ya gotta break my heart like thaaaaaat? fake cries Claus: NEXT QUESTION!

Can you narrate to me your proudest moment? plus fake sobbing between the question

Claus: U H......U H HE ACTUALLY DOESNT KNOW HELP Link: ...Well for me it was fi--- keep it vague climbin' up th's suuuuuuper big tower! So high it probably touched the clouds! No one really believed in me makin' it all the way up. Buh I did it! Aw man, I wanna do that again sometime.

Which is your favourite flavour of ice cream, your favourite junk food and your favourite dessert?

Link: Rocky road! Claus: hmm...I guess I'd have to say...sherbet? Junk food though....I can't really eat that much anymore without getting sick....I do like french fries though so maybe that? And my favorite dessert....I don't know. Link: Yo're so unsure of yo'reself

Do you feel alone, when I'm not around?

Claus: uhm......depends... Link: mmm...'s lonely out sailin' all the time. Go without seeing people for days. So...in a way, yes, I feel alone

What has been your scariest dream? Which has been your most frequently recurring one?

Link: U-uh.... looks away I'd prefer not ta share...sorry, Claus. Claus: ..............I'm....not sharing either.........

Which has been the best decision you ever made?

Link: Leavin' home to save my sistah, definitely. Claus: U h...... DOESNT KNOW ONCE AGAIN ...........there's....one, maybe but....I don't want to say it

Which is the decision you regret the most?

Link: ears lower Mmm...I wish I grabbed his hand...I could have....I could...have...everythin' would be different... Claus: his expression becomes pained and he watches Link. He's silent and starts to reach a hand towards Link but seems to hesitate a little. ....... moves his hand back into his lap I'm sorry, Link... Link: hes holding out his left hand while the right holds it and rubs his palm with the thumb 's fine... looks at Claus with a pained smile Guess ya can't always help someone...I did my best though. Claus: he looks sad, though he gives a small nod yeah...you did everything you could, that's what matters...

If you won the lottery, what are the first three things you would do and which are the five things you've been most longing for, that you would buy?

Claus: There's not really much that I want that money could buy...I would more than likely either give the money to my family and friends. Link: Aw that 's sweet! I was also gonna say that. I have everythin' I want 'n' money 'sn't what I'm after. So I spend it on people I love~

If your house was on fire and you had a chance to grab only five things before leaving, they would be…

Link: Easy. My photobook, Puko 'n' my family shield. Claus: As long as dad, Lucas, and Boney are safe. .....My jetpack, maybe the book I'm reading and....and.... he trails off, looking to the side The scrap of mom's dress.... Link: .... doesn't say anything, just stares at the magazine with a sad expression

What can you cook for me?

Link: I'm not the best at cookin' buh I can cook fish at least? Do ya like fish? I can make fish 'n' put a lemon slice on top of it. Claus: I...don't really know how to cook...I want to learn though..but I do like fish, so if you ever made it I would like it. Link: 's okay if ya don' know! If ya ever do, ya should let me be your food tester. Buh looks like I gotta make ya some fish the next time I come~

Will you ever doubt me over my loyalty?

Claus: we'll see. I need to learn first. And, a h... hears the next question. This is...hard. It's not that he thinks Link would ever be disloyal, not that he thinks Link is bad, he just...feels like there are so many other people better than himself. People who actually deserve Link... I wouldn't doubt you. but he'd still worry over if Link ever realized just how terrible of a choice he was... Link: Tilts his head at Claus in curiosity...he took a minute to respond, which was a bit worrisome I am glad ya have faith in me! I'm more loyal than yo'r dog. If I could, I'd give ya my whole right arm! 'n' for my answer, no, I don' ever doubt ya. Claus: his lips pull into a thin line and after a few moments he gives a little nod alright. But...please don't give your right arm. It's not a pleasant thing. after all he knows from experience--

The one argument your parents had, that you would try and avoid with your partner, would be over…

Link: ... fiddles with his thumbs mmm...sorry...they...I never seen them fight before. I'll have ta ask the next time I see them...buh, I guess that means I wouldn't want ta argue with ya at all. Partners or not Claus: I...don't know if I remember any arguments my parents had...maybe...playful ones but...I don't remember anything serious... his brows furrow a bit, he seems concerned then he shakes his head a little but, I agree, I don't want to argue with you if I can help it.

Which is your favourite asset/body part on a man/woman and why?

Claus: That-- I uh-- well-- rubs the back of his neck with his left hand I...I guess I'd say the eyes...Eyes are just...nice to look at... Link: The face. I lovd everythin' 'bout someone's face. Says so much 'n' 's the main place ya stare.

The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you was…

Link: OH NO...NOT SAYIN' Claus: I'm not saying either. Sorry.

If our relationship doesn't work out, do you think we can remain friends? If no, why not?

Link: If our relationship didn't work... looks at Claus, then back at the magazine ...I would want ta...It'll feel weird without ya in my life. I dunno...everythin' 's a lot happier with ya around. he's coyly smiling with a light blush Claus:  blinks and his eyes widen a little bit. He actually looks...surprised ....you're...happier with me around..? Link: looks back at him with a smile 'a-ae! I hope that isn't cheesy. Haha. Ya really did make my life a whole lot funner Claus: ......I... looks down no you don't I'm just... hes just surprised Link actually is...happier with him around... ....I'm happier when you're around too... his cheeks turn a very faint red. Link: !!! YAY Jumps up to hug him, nuzzling cheeks I'm glad! Claus: YELPS, BLUSHING H-HEY--!

Who are you closer to – your mum/dad - and why?

Link: ...My grandma :/ Claus: freezes and goes silent can....can I just skip this question?

What upsets you most in a relationship and what makes you the happiest?

Link: Hmmm.... I dunno, somethin' that would upset me 's arguments. I don' like ta fight. 'n' jus' bein' around that person makes me happy Claus: i think it would be similar for me too. Fighting and the person I care about being hurt.... especially if he's the reason it happens.... and being around the person would probably make me happy.

What is your perception of how people see you? I.e. what do people think when seen you two together?

Link: The perfect duo. Maybe we should change that ta perfect couple Claus: I know what they think when they see me...I don't know what they think when they see us together. But...perfect duo? Are you sure about that link? Link: shrugs I can't read people's minds buh I think we are a fun duo! We make people laugh. Claus: We make people laugh..? actually looks a tad confused and surprised by this. claus...please....stop  doubting that you can actually make people happy Link: Yeeees. 's like yo're the grump that everyone loves 'cause yo're easy ta get worked up 'n' I'm the idiot who makes get that way! Haha

[remy-strange-lebeau]

Secret Heist Chapter 1

WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE, CONTENT, AHEAD

Background: Remy and Anna LeBeau began planning a large-scale heist, including several magical item stashes.

One last member. That's all the Cajun needed for his heist. Anna was easy to convince, considering they were married. Wade took chimichangas and tacos down in Acapulco to join. For Logan, it was enough that Wade hadn't joined before then, plus a lot of whiskey. As for Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, the knowledge of magical artifacts won him over. Standing outside an Irish pub, right in the heart of Dublin, Remy LeBeau could hear the man he wanted. Bullseye, one of the few men to have never missed their mark. The pub emanated Celtic Punk, the smell of dark beer and whiskey melded with fried fish and chips around the kitchen. Right inside, the atmosphere was apparent right away. A lot of wood detail could be seen, a rowdy sing-along going on. It reminded Remy a lot of home, back in New Orleans. The nights in the jazz clubs, blues bars, and pubs with his queen of hearts by his side. This was different though. This was business. Ordering a whiskey from the barkeep, the Cajun could feel the odd glances he was receiving, just from his accent. Looking around, he saw what he needed: a dart board. Walking over, he saw the man he needed, wearing a black leather trench coat.

“Ya mind if ah join ya for a game?” There was one sure thing that would catch his eye, and that was a demonstration of skill. “You don't look like much, lad, you sure you can keep up?” Bullseye’s response was cocky, his Irish heritage coming through. His build was just an inch shorter than the Ragin Cajun, but he was stockier. “Ah sure think ah can. An, if ah win, you gotta hear me out.” “Alright, yer on. And if I win, you buy me a round.” Lester handed the newcomer a set of darts, a smug grin on his face. Throwing a dart, the origin of the man's name was apparent. “Lemme see what ya got, lad.” “Well, ah wouldn't want ta show off, but,” the Cajun shrugged as he lobbed a dart at the board, hitting the bullseye,”ya asked fer it.” “How in the world?” Bullseye looked at Remy closer, noticing his red and black eyes, and that grin that was too charming for anyone's good. “You, you are Remy LeBeau, aren't you? I surrender this game, I'm buying you a couple rounds as we talk.” “Sounds good, mon brave, ah will grab a table.” Gambit watched the man as he grabbed a couple pints and a bottle of whiskey, sitting at the only empty table left. As soon as Bullseye was seated, Remy poured them each a glass of the liquor, attempting to establish some sort of common ground to work from. “Ah have an offer for ya, a job. Six person crew, equal cuts. Ah wanna hit dem hard, an get out right quick. Ah heard you was good wit weapons, and you have larceny in ya blood. Ah coul use a man like you.” “Wait, you're tellin me, that the most famous thief in the world, the King of Thieves at that, wants me, for a job? Tell me where to sign up. I would be honored, I am honored.” The newest member of Remy's little party was genuine in his statement, being able to work with a man of Gambit's caliber, being hand chosen by the man himself. Of course he would do it, especially since Remy doesn't hit small targets, his cut would be quite generous. “Glad ta hear, come to New Orleans, right in da French Quarter, you'll find a bar dat ah own. We all gon meet dere. One week.” Remy downed the whiskey, chasing it with a swig off his beer. He had a dream team now, the perfect balance of smarts, muscle, and weapons.

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“Sugah, you are lookin kinda nervous, come sit down.” Anna Marie, the woman who had stolen the heart of Remy LeBeau long ago, tried to comfort her husband, pouring him a glass of bourbon. “Remy, have a drink, you'll loosen up a bit.” The Cajun did just that. He sat down next to his Chere, and sipped on the drink she poured him. “Anna, what if Logan walks on out? He don't know ah got Wade in here.” He knew the history between the two, and yet he wanted them both anyway. They were both good at what they did, even if it was bad. “Someone say Wade?” The Merc bust through the doors, a bowling shirt over his suit. “Hey, you, yeah, the person reading this. I sure hope Logan doesn't try to kill me again, he didn't even give me a happy ending last time! The nerve.” “Wade, what you babblin bout over dere?” The King of Thieves inquired, knowing well about his constant interactions with the voices in his head. “What? Oh, I was talking to them, Remy ol pal. I was just telling-” Logan charged in, cutting Wade off. “Wade, the hell you doin here? LeBeau, you best have a damn good explanation for this.” The man may be short, but damn was he terrifying. Just his appearance was enough, let alone those adamantium claws in his hands. “Yes, it is nice to see you again, Logan. Tell me, how's the weather down there?” Wade mouthed off, just at the wrong time. Logan shish kabobed him, cutting him off from saying anything else. “Shut yer mouth, Wade, I like you best when you shut the hell up.” The Wolverine sheathed his claws, releasing Wade. Fuck he hated that mouth, but he wasn't going to sew it shut like that one terrible movie nobody talks about. “Fellas, come on, drinks on da house.” The Cajun handed them both a whiskey, that warm, charming grin playing on his lips. “Let's jus say ya both are pretty, an leave it at dat?” “Aww, thanks Remington, I knew you liked for-wait, were you hitting on me? Oh, you bad boy.” “Wade, I swear, I will slice your damn jaw off if you don't shut up.” “What's the magic word?” “Fuck you.” “Close enough, Wolvie. I'll keep my two cents to myself.” Turning slightly, Wade hid his mouth with his hand. “No I won't, I'll just give it to you guys. Yeah, you beautiful nerdy people reading this.” “Looks like we jus waitin for Stephen an Lester. How you been Logan? It's been awhile.” “Lester? Do you mean Bullseye? Remy, buddy, please tell me you didn't. Are you planning on there being bodies?” Wade acted with mock surprise, even covering his masked cheeks with his hands. “Yes, ah do mean him. An if I wasn't expectin bodies, ah wouldn't have brought you on, ah would've brought Murdock.” Logan lit his cigar, puffing on it as he drank his whiskey, pouring himself more to tolerate the old, musty avocado. “You know I'm with ya, Remy. Just tell us what the plan is.” “We gotta wait a bit, Logan. Not everybody is here.” Remy leaned back, holding a hand out to his darling wife. She came over, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Besides, we still gotta agree on what y'all are doin.” A portal opened up in the bar, and the Sorcerer Supreme entered, wearing his Defenders uniform. He had a smile on his face, looking at the four of them already gathered. “I do hope I'm not late, Remy. Something came up in the library.” “Ah, Stephen! Ya ain't late at all, mon brave, not one bit.” Giving a flourish of his hand, the mastermind signaled for the newcomer to sit down. A server brought out a tea kettle on a tray with a cup and sugar, specially made for the doctor. “Ah, thank you kindly. Are we waiting for anyone else?”

As if on cue, the final member of the team walked into the bar, dressed in a flattering black suit. Bullseye, the man who had gone toe to toe with Daredevil on so many occasions, had been given a new focus. “LeBeau, you didn't tell me Wade would be here. Not that I'm complainin, he's good.” “Lester, hey buddy. How's Fisk been treating you? Last I heard, you had died.” Wade reached for his boot pistol, trying to pass it off as if he had an itch. “Wade, it's been too long. We've been due for a drink or some coffee for a while, haven't we?” “I think we've been due for jack shit, you tried killing me! Without a happy ending!” “Oh Wade, that was business, nothing more.” Bullseye took a seat, graciously taking the pint of beer he was handed. He sipped it, savoring the flavor of it. “Mmmmmm, Guinness. LeBeau, you sure know how to treat an Irishman.” Clearing his throat, Remy got right down to business. While Rogue handed out folders holding the details, Gambit stood up, addressing his crew. “As ah am sure y'all know, dere is a collection of items in England, hosted by a nobleman. We gon take da whole thing. We get in, we get out, none of us get hurt. As far as da guards go, dey are expendable, so do as ya wish wit dem. Y'all's folders have da rest of what y'all need to know. Dere are also blueprints of the building we will be hitting. Study up, we gon meet back up tomorrow. Get on upstairs, grab a room, get some rest. Y'all gonna need it.” While the men all went upstairs, a bus boy came around, cleaning the glasses off the table. He came back, after taking the dishes to the kitchen, and wiped it down, a sad look on his face. Remy noticed it, and placed a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder. “Everythin alright, Bubba?” “Oh, uh, yessir!” Bubba replied rather quickly, before continuing. “Well, if ahm bein honest, ah sure am worried bout my mama, she ain't doin too well.” “Oh dear, we can't have that, not at all. Take dis, go take care your mother, take a few days off.” He handed the man a wad of cash, sending him on his way. Catching the look from his wife, Remy chuckled with a shrug. “What? His mama ain't been doin too good.” “Remy, what am ah gonna do wit you?” Anna placed her hands on her hips, a mock quizzical look plastered on her face. It was that wry smile that gave her away. “Well, ah think ya know what you gon do wit me, chere.” That playful grin was on Remy's face, she knew it all too well, yet not well enough.

[omgmykpopfictionsandstuff]

Healed soul

6 mois de traitement... Et maintenant on l'envoyait à l'église. Il soupira longuement et entra dans le bâtiment avec Jack.

« For fuck's sake let's get out here.. » marmonna Elrick

« Your therapist said it would help you. » dit Jack

« Whatever... please Jackie lemme go home. » murmura Elrick

« Nah. Go light a candle and pray, you need jesus. » fit Jack

« Jesus ain't gonna help me get laid. » marmonna Elrick

« Levine ! Go pray and shut the fuck up. » soupira Jack

« So you can go back to Yoongi ? » soupira Elrick

« So I can go back to work, I have a fucking renovation going on and we start filming tommorow. » ronchonna Jack « At least give it a try... »

« Yeah okay... imma try... better send someone to pick me up at night I have a shit load of things to confess. » marmonna Elrick en s'avançant

« I'll send James. » dit Jack en sortant.

Elrick avança vers l'autel puis vers la Statue de Sainte-Marie et soupira. Il afficha un sourire amusé puis alluma une bougie avant de lire l’écriteau.

« Une bougie pour chaque péché. Ok. » Il vida toute sa monnaie dans l'urne et attrapa les allumettes pour remplir tout les bougeoirs de cierges. « Va m'falloir une nouvelle boite d'allumettes... » soupira Elrick

« Excusez moi ? » murmura une voix derrière lui.

« Je crame des bougies pour mes péchés... J'crois qu'y'a Saint-George plus loin si tu veux cramer des bougies... » marmonna Elrick en usant sa dernière allumette « Et ... » Il leva les yeux vers la statue « j'reviens... »

« Tenez. » fit la voix en tendant la boîte.

« Merci. » Elrick n'avait pas lever les yeux et continua d'allumer des bougies

« Vous en avez fait tant ? » murmura la voix

« Mon gars, si j'devais tout lister... j'aurais pas assez des. ... 84 bougies. » fit Elrick « Me faudrait deux plateau. À peu près. » dit-il en soupirant

« A ce point là ? » fit la voix plus doucement

« Oh ouais... » soupira Elrick « Voilà... 84 bougies... » soupira-t-il

« Vous voulez en parler ? » demanda l'homme

« J'ai un thérapeute que je paye une fortune pour ça... » marmonna Elrick

« Oh... navré » souffla-t-il

« Elrick Levine... enchanté » fit-il en levant les yeux vers... cet homme bien trop charismatique pour sa santé mentale. « Oh Jesus ... f.. oh god.. oh shi.. bloody macaroni.. »

« Siwon Choi... ça va ? » fit-il plus doucement

« Vous êtes b-... canon. Vous êtes canon. » Elrick leva les yeux vers sainte-marie « That's gonna be two candles tomorrow. »

« Vous êtes très séduisant aussi ... vous voulez boire un café ? » demanda Siwon doucement

« J'ai pas le droit au café, mais je veux bien un cookie. » fit le blond en souriant

Le duo s'en alla vers le Starbucks en face, Siwon prenant un café et offrant a Elrick un thé glacé et un cookie. Ils parlaient d'un peu de tout. Majoritairement des raisons qui faisaient qu'Elrick avait été poussé a entrer dans l'église.

« Mon thérapeute pense que faire la paix avec dieu... est un bon point. » marmonna Elrick

« Pourquoi faire la paix avec dieu ? » demanda-t-il doucement

« Une jeunesse brûlé par toutes les cordes. » fit Elrick blasé « J'ai déconner .. au point que mon meilleur ami me fuyait. Il m'a même effacer de sa vie pendant un temps. »

« C'est que ce n'était pas un véritable ami.. » souffla Siwon

« Oh si détrompes toi. Il a été un ami jusqu'au bout je te jure, mais j'ai sérieusement déconner... J'acceptait pas qu'il puisse ... avoir une vie sans moi. » soupira Elrick « Et je lui ai fait beaucoup de mal alors qu'il a assez souffert comme ça. » Il baissa les yeux « Pour la première fois en 20 ans d'amitié je le voyais enfin être réellement heureux, et je l'enviais. Et mon envie, s'est muté en jalousie... J'avais toujours été là... et c'est un autre qui le faisait sourire de la sorte. C'était un autre qui le rendait heureux. J'étais jaloux et désespérément malheureux de ne pas avoir su donner a Jack ce qu'il méritait le plus au monde. Le bonheur. » Elrick soupira «  Et donc... j'ai reprit de la drogue. »

« Oh... » Siwon ébouriffa les cheveux d'Elrick

« Chéri fais pas ça, tu sais pas de quoi j'suis capable. » soupira Elrick amusé

« Pourquoi donc ? » demanda Siwon

« T'es un amour, et certainement tout ce qu'il y a de plus hétéro, mais tu sais pas ce que je donnerais pour t'arracher ton pantalon et te sucer sous cette foutue table. »  balança Elrick

« Oh.... » Siwon écarquilla les yeux... pourquoi il bandait ? Il secoua la tête avec un léger sourire « Je ne suis pas hétéro... souffla-t-il « toute fois... on... est en publique et... euhm... on se connaît à peine ? »

« Oh you're that type of guy. » fit Elrick en souriant « On n'couche pas avant le troisième rendez-vous officiel ? »

« Quatrième. » fit Siwon en souriant gêné... « Yes I am that type of guy. »

« Imma behave I promise... please go on a date with me ? » marmonna Elrick en riant

« I'll go on a date with you. » souffla Siwon amusé

--

Une semaine qu'Elrick allait tous les jours à l'église. Pour voir Siwon... et pour prier ... mais surtout pour voir Siwon. Quand ce soir là, Jack vint le chercher, le gallois observa le londonien avec un sourire amusé quand il quitta Siwon en rougissant et rentra dans la twingo.

« For heavens sake, Levine are you ok ? » fit Jack en montant dans la voiture

« I have a third date in less than a week with Siwon ! » fit Elrick en souriant

« You're in love. » fit Jack

« Am I ? I am ? Oh I am ? Do you believe in love at first sight ? » Elrick fixa Jack « Should I tell him ? »

« Calm the fuck down... » fit Jack en riant

« I'm calm. I'm in love, you, out of all, should understand ! » fit Elrick

« For fucks sake ... » Jack explosa de rire « Welcome back... » souffla-t-il « I missed you. »

« Good to be myself again. » fit Elrick « So how do I tell him, Sir I could write an Essay for the love I have for Yoongi ? »

« You saw me on Ellen ? » Jack sourit

« Yeah... » Elrick rit « I read your book too. »

« You did ? » fit Jack amusé

« Yeah ... Siwon said it could be nice. » Elrick « So i read it... »

« I have to give it to that man.. he kinda got you whipped. » fit Jack amusé

« I think myself lucky. » fit Elrick

--

Elrick arriva avec Siwon chez Jack...  et fixa le bordel, les cartons et Jack assis sur un pot de peinture. Le blond soupira et tendit la main a Jack pour le lever avant de regarder yoongi entrain de galerer. Elrick vint prendre le carton et le déposa dans un coin.

« Need a hand bro ? » fit-il au gallois

« The appartements are done... Everyone is furnishing ... we're packin' and for fucks sake I don't see it end. » fit Jack amusé.

« Rassure moi t'as un camion et pas ta twingo ? » fit Elrick

« Ouais j'ai un camion. Fou la paix à ma Twingo » soupira Jack

« Si un jour tu comptes avec une famille faudra penser a upgrader ta bagnole. » soupira Elrick

« Avant ça, il faut que se soit légale, et ça ne l'est pas donc, on va déjà ranger ça. » fit Jack en prenant des cartons pleins « Dans le camion. »

Elrick l'aida et le suivit dans le garage laissant Siwon avec Yoongi.

« Elrick à l'air appaisé. » fit Yoongi

« Je pense qu'il a fait la paix avec ses démons. » dit Siwon

« Et avec Jack. » dit Yoongi « Ils avaient besoin de se retrouver. »

« Je te dis qu'on a pas le temps pour un album. » grogna Jack

« Pourquoi ça ? » soupira Elrick

« Parce que Luciano va avoir sa 5e fille dans deux mois et Fred est quelque part en Antarctique. » fit Jack

« Mais je veux chanter ! » soupira Elrick

« Youtube ? » fit Yoongi

« Eh il est pas con ton mec. » dit Elrick « We need to sing stuff... » fit Elrick

« Siwon. » Jack s'approcha du coréen « Merci d'avoir ramener Elrick. »

« Je n'ai fais que l'aimer... » murmura Siwon

« Eh beh ... merci d'aimer ce sombre crétin. » fit Jack en riant.

--

« I'm sooooo fucking happy ! » fit Malia en s'asseyant aux commandes 

« Carefull. » fit Elrick en se plaçant au micro

« So you know if it's a boy or a girl ? » demanda Jack en mettant le casque

« It's gonna be a boy. Named Daeyang. » fit Malia en souriant

« Ocean.. fitting. » dit Elrick en prenant les feuilles

« You're back. » fit Malia avec tendresse

« Yes ma'am. » fit Elrick avec son plus beau sourire

Malia lança la musique en regardant Jin puis Yoongi et Siwon, alors que Tino Ekstrømn, le mari de Lucifer lança la caméra. Et c'était partit pour 'I write sins not tragedies', Jack chantant en premier et il suivait les vrais paroles. Elrick fut le suivant  a chanter et changea légèrement les gros mots en sentant le regard lourd de Siwon sur lui. Faisant rire Jack et Malia.  Quelques minutes plus tard c'était dans la boite. Elrick fit un petit solo de guitare pour le plus grand plaisir de Malia qui le regardait le blond en souriant.

« Tell me Elrick... You're over it ? » demanda-t-elle

« Yeah. » Elrick regarda Jack puis Siwon « Thanks to these guys. » fit-il

« It good to see you like this. » dit Malia

« Well Madame Kim, I'm a little sad that I wasn't at your wedding so,... » Elrick sortit une enveloppe de son sac « Pour me faire pardonner. »

Malia ouvrit l'enveloppe et tendit la carte a Jin. Elrick offrait tout les meubles de la chambre du bébé ainsi que la décoration des murs, des sols et des premières nécessité de l'enfant.

« Elrick... » Malia vint l'enlacer avec tendresse « Tu n'étais pas obligé.. » souffla-t-elle

« Pour ma propre santé mentale, il fallait que je me rattrape. Pareil pour toi Yoongi. » Il se tourna vers le coréen et inspira longuement « J'ai été stupide et aveugle de ne pas voir à quel point tu as changé la vie de Jack... » Il lui tendit une enveloppe. « C'est le minimum. »

Yoongi ouvrit l'enveloppe et fixa la carte avec de grands yeux. Elrick payait l'intégralité du studio qu'ils allaient installer dans leur bâtiment. Il payait tout. De l’électricité en passage par les tables de mixage, des ordinateurs aux tapis, de la déco aux micros. Yoongi montra la carte a Jack qui soupira en secouant la tête.

« You didn't ... »

« I'm not done. » fit Elrick « This one's for you. » dit-il en tendant la carte

C'était une simple carte, avec l'annotation '50 000£ donation to you know what'... Jack sourit et vint enlacer son ami.

« I missed you... » murmura Elrick

« I missed you more. » dit Jack en le serrant dans ses bras.

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Children from Georgia: Prologue (Leonard McCoy X Reba Richards)

Word count: 5587 Songfic- “You belong with me” Taylor Swift AN: I don’t own anything except Reba and a few minor characters Star Trek belongs to Gene Roddenberry and CBS 

Prologue: To break a heart unintentionally

 Standing around in the hallway before first block was a tradition that Reba, her younger brother Alex, Leonard, and his older sister Donna had shared ever since Leonard and Reba had come to Blanchard High school. Sadly something was changing and it was something that Reba was afraid of. Three out of the four friends/family stood near Reba’s locker as she was grabbing her stuff for Ms. Holloway’s English class. “Donnie where’s Lenny?” Alex asked the question that each of them actually wanted to ask anyway. “I dunno kiddo I was sure he was gonna be here with us like he always is. I mean he was gonna get somethin’ for breakfast first, but I didn’t think he’d be gone this long” Donna answered solemnly making Reba’s heart sink. Reba knew where he was, she didn’t even have to guess because he had been there for the last month or so. Leonard had been so distant recently and it was breaking her heart because her worst nightmare had been coming true. She was losing her best friend and there was nothing she could do to get him back. It had started when that snake of a woman, Jocelyn Darnell walked into their lives at the dance that night. She probably had him under a spell because all he wanted was to follow her around like a sick puppy. That was not the Leonard McCoy that Reba Richards had known ever since she was five years old. “I betcha he’s with Jocelyn again” Reba snapped slamming her locker and leaning her forehead against the cool metal. “Well can’t blame em can ya? She is his girlfriend and she’s probably got better than what we could offer up Reba” Donna offered though she was trying to be comforting it didn’t really make matters better for Reba. “So it’s ok to completely forget bout his own sister or his best friend? Whatever Donnie I’m not into getting into a fight this mornin’ I think I’ll jus head to the library for a while” Reba answered throwing her books into her messenger bag and then tying her brown hair into a tight ponytail. She then turned away from them and headed down the hallway, a sadness and depression burdening her pace.

As Reba neared the place that she and Leonard used to like to hang out in their spare time, she saw the book bag that belonged to her dorky best friend. Of course, one of the first things that caused her to be worried about Len was the fact that Jocelyn was way out of his league. Jocelyn was one of the popular girls who was practically a cheerleader and had been dating the captain of the raging raccoons, Clay Tredway, before that stupid dance that happened on Halloween. By the rules of high school and the old 1980’s movies that the two liked to watch on a boring Friday night, stuff like that just didn’t happen without the main character getting heartbroken or hurt in the end. She was a little jealous of course, but after she saw Jocelyn with Arnold the head of ‘The Daily Coon’ she got suspicious. Somehow though it felt like in the end it wasn’t Leonard that was getting hurt, but the one girl that he left behind. Her. After spotting his book bag she had gotten slightly curious so she walked in that direction. Once she had gotten towards that corner though Reba wanted to bleach her eyes. She had unfortunately come across Leonard and Jocelyn basically sucking faces in the middle of a public place. Reba was smart though and decided not to draw their attention, she didn’t want to let Leonard see the hurt in her eyes because she missed him. Instead she walked back the other way towards the large oak-wood doors of the library not even bothering to turn and look back.

“Hey there Reba” A familiar voice said as she walked into the library and sat down at a table with her books. Reba had a small, sad smile painted on her face as she pulled out her tablet and then curtly regarded her Romulan-Human friend. “Hey Ernie” Reba said calling him by his human given name since like most humans, that was the only name of his that she could pronounce. “What’s got you so down this morning?” Ernie asked quirking a slanted looking eyebrow at her. “Not really much I guess. I’m hurting a little, but I’m just glad he’s happy” Reba mumbled pulling up some of the videos that they took together last summer. “Oh lemme guess, Leonard again huh?” Ernie asked earning a sad nod from Reba. He gently patted her shoulder and watched the video with her, a memory from when her best friend still seemed to care. “I guess I’ll just have to live with losing him to a force that I can’t control. The worst part Ernie is that I’ve loved him longer than she has. I wanted to tell him, but I was a fucking coward” Reba growled as tears began to cloud her vision. “Well who knows Reba, maybe he’ll realize that he’s better off with you and not with her. I can’t think of why those two would work anyway” Ernie suggested giving Reba a hopeful smile. “Thanks Ernie, but it still doesn’t make me feel better about losing my best friend to that snake” Reba answered and then watched another video of them dancing under the moonlight on Donna’s birthday at her party. “What kind of snake is she? Is she a rattlesnake or a cobra?” Ernie teased cheekily as he nudged Reba in the elbow softly and caused her to chuckle a little for the first time this morning. “She’s the deadliest of them all, the infamous black mamba” Reba laughed and rolled her eyes playfully. “Wow that is a statement then. Good thing you can be a snake charmer yourself, I mean you are beautiful enough you know” Ernie said causing Reba to blush. “Did you seriously just make a sexual joke about me charming Leonard’s libido away from Jocelyn?” Reba asked shyly and covered her mouth with her hand. “Maaayyybbbeee” Ernie snickered carrying out the word a little. “Oh my god that was a good one for someone who doesn’t normally make jokes” Reba said slapping her hand down on Ernie’s shoulder for a moment as she almost died in laughter. The conversation ended though when the bell rang and signaled them that it was time for their first class of the day. “See ya later Ern” Reba called gathering her stuff and then disappearing into the crowd of students. “Laters Arriba!” Ernie called after her and then began to grab his stuff.

You’re on the phone with your girlfriend She’s upset, she’s going off about something that you said ‘Cause she doesn’t know your story like I do

 It was one of those lazy Friday nights and Leonard finally invited Reba over to his house to do what they both always did. Watch the classics from the 1980’s. When Reba drove over in her favorite little punch bug, A car passed down for generations (or at least that’s what her Pa claimed), she saw him sitting on the front porch with a glum look on his face. She quickly exited her car and walked up the dirt path towards the house a few feet away and then she carried a worried expression on her face. “Hey Len, you ok?” Reba asked as she came to sit down next to him on the porch. “I guess so. I think I pissed Jocelyn off a little bit though” he replied as he still looked towards the ground. “Whaddya do Leonard McCoy?” Reba asked her tone growing serious though she was trying not to laugh. “I told one of my corny, stupid jokes while she was havin’ a fit over some stupid pair of jeans her daddy couldn’t afford. I thought it was my job ta make her laugh when she’s upset” Leonard answered heaving a heavy sigh and then finally turning a hazel eye towards Reba. “Nah she jus don’t getcha humor like I do Len. She’s lucky tha she’s got herself a funny guy tha could attempt ta make ‘er laugh” Reba answered pulling her best friend into a hug and smiling weakly at him. “I knew there was a reason I missed nights like this” Leonard chuckled and hugged her back tight.

Leonard offered his hand to Reba and helped her to her feet before leading her into the house. “So what’s the special feature tonight Lenny?” Reba asked using the nickname that only she was allowed to tease him with. He rolled his eyes playfully and then walked into the kitchen where his Ma was making cookies. “Wouldn’t you like ta know?” He asked sarcastically though a playful smile returned to his lips as he plopped down in front of his mamma on the bar stool. “Actually I kinda would so I know if I need ta hide in your shoulder again or not,” Reba teased nudging him and plopping down on the stool next to him. “Fine, fine I didn’t choose a scary one this time. I thought ya might like Pretty in Pink tonigh’ especially ‘cause ya remind me of Andie” Leonard admitted as he poured a bowl of unpopped corn kernels in a bowl. “Lemme guess you’d be Duckie Dale then? Remember I’ll always be a Duck man” Reba chuckled reciting the famous line from Andie’s best friend. “Hell yeah I wouldn’t allow anyone ta hurt my best friend and get away with it” Leonard chuckled popping the bowl into the microwave. “Oh I’m sure that ain’t the only reason for him callin’ ya Andie” Mama McCoy chuckled making Leonard’s face turn as red as a cherry. “Thanks for that one Mrs. McCoy” Reba laughed and ruffled Leonard dark brown mess of hair. “Eh don’t do that! I just combed it” Leonard whined trying to move his hair back into place. “I betcha a comb didn’t even touch that random pile of fluff ya call hair Lenny, then again girls love a guy with messy hair” Reba teased grabbing them both a can of soda. “Ya think so? Oh gee thanks” Leonard replied sarcastically as he leaned against the counter and waited for the popcorn to be done popping. “Well duh, I am a girl ya know. Anyway is the popcorn almost done, ‘cause I wanna see her make that awesome dress before I fall asleep again” Reba asked as she tapped her foot against the tile flooring of the kitchen. “Yep in three…two…one! Ok let’s go Darlin’ see ya later Ma” Leonard chuckled grabbing the bowl and heading into the living room. “See ya later Ma’am” Reba called from over her shoulder and then rushed to catch up with her best friend. “Have fun kids” Eleanora called with a small grin on her face.

I’m in the room it’s a typical Tuesday night I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like And she’ll never know your story like I do

A month later, it was Leonard’s Birthday. Friends and family gathered on the McCoy family ranch to celebrate. “Eh Leonard ya comin’ down ta see the gang or what?” Donna asked through the cracked door of her little brother’s bedroom. He was finally turning 18, but Jocelyn wasn’t gonna be there like everyone else and this made him a gloomy soul. “Yea, be there in a minute Donnie” Leonard called as he slipped on his favorite leather bomber he had gotten from his granddaddy as an early birthday gift. He didn’t really blame Jocelyn because she was out of town at a funeral for her grandma up north, but he still didn’t feel a hundred percent. He took one last look in the mirror and decided to pretend. He had known how to pretend ever since he was little, so what was one more faked smile right? He trudged out of his room and down the stairs to the large living room. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONARD” The crowd of friends and family shouted in unison and then he felt himself actually brighten up just a smidge. He doubted that he’d be able to completely forget about Jocelyn tonight, but at least he had his best friend Reba. “Thanks everyone” He said shyly and then joined them all in the living room.

As the party began winding down Leonard’s uncle Vern played a few slow dance like song for those who liked to dance (which was basically anyone because everyone knows that McCoy’s like to dance). Leonard sat in the corner like a pathetic wallflower that he knew himself to be. This was why he missed his chance with Reba in the first place and it was why every time he was alone with Reba he had to question his relationship with Jocelyn. “Hey birthday boy, mind tellin’ me why yer sittin’ over here by yourself an not dancin’ Lawd knows you like to dance and so do I” Reba asked as concern laced her voice as she took residence next to him on the couch. “Well I didn’t really know if I should dance considerin’ she ain’t here. She wouldn’t like the music anyway” Leonard answered finally showing a little bit of glumness on his face. “An you gonna let that stop ya from dancin? Really Leonard? Really? I thought I knew ya better than that. Can I have a dance with ya?” Reba asked slowly standing up and holding out her hand for him to take. “Well I think it’s supposed ta be me askin’ ya tha darlin’, but if ya truly insist” Leonard chuckled a little and his hazel eyes showed a little bit of light in them. “Oh ya know I do boy ‘cause nobody better be sad on their birthday,” Reba laughed pulling him up on his feet and dragging him to the dance floor. Leonard placed his arm around Reba’s waist and he entwined his fingers of his free hand with hers leading them in a slow waltz. Reba sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, her bright blue eyes shining up at him as she relaxed. Leonard smiled s genuine smile down at Reba and held her closer to him because he was afraid that something was going to take her from him. “Thanks Reba for talkin’ some sense inta me,” He whispered lazily and placed a small, friendly kiss on her forehead.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She’s cheer captain And I’m the bleachers dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that, I am the one who understands you. Been here all along so why can’t you see, you belong with me you belong with me

 Reba despised this kind of event. The Cheer jamboree was the absolute worst, but she promised to be a good friend and be there with Leonard as they watch Jocelyn and her team get up on stage and try out for the all-state championship. For Reba it looked like something out of the movie Mean girls or bring it on both movies that shared the stereotype of the popular girls at school. On top of the setting, looking familiar to her Reba felt kinda bad for Leonard because he was here for her special event, but she didn’t have the gall to make it to his birthday. Reba found out from Donna that Jocelyn had lied to her little brother and now Donnie had even begun to try to warn Leonard that maybe Jocelyn wasn’t the right girl for him. Stubborn as a bull he didn’t listen to either of them so of course Reba wanted to drop kick Jocelyn every time she saw the snake attaching herself to Reba’s best friend. “Yoo-hoo Reba are ya in there?” Leonard’s voice called bringing Reba out of her thoughts. Reba shook her head as she tried to focus again and then turned to look at her best friend. “Y-yea? Sorry Len ya know me,” Reba answered giving her best friend an apologetic look. “S’ok darlin’ I was jus gonna letcha know that the contest is over and we gotta go an meet Jocelyn so we can go ta lunch remember?” Leonard asked making Reba sigh and nod softly. “Did they make it at least?” Reba asked as they got up from their seats and began to walk back stage so that they could find his girlfriend. “Yea they got third place which ain’t bad considerin’ most of the girls on the team are freshmen,” Leonard said as they walked through the curtains that separated the rest of the world with the contestants.

Suddenly Leonard was about knocked off his feet as Jocelyn came running full speed at him and hugged him tight. In about a minute’s time they were kissing each other, which made Reba, feel awkward. “Uh congrats Jocelyn, glad you guys made it. Umm I’m gonna go and wait in the truck Len” Reba said shuffling her feet in an uncomfortable gesture.  “Ok Reba see ya in a minute,” Leonard replied with a bit of sadness in his voice before he turned back to Jocelyn again. Reba slumped her shoulders slightly and walked away from them, losing herself in the crowd and trying to get herself away from the wretches, they called Cheerleaders. She finally made it outside to Leonard’s pickup truck that he got from his Daddy for his 18th birthday and then took the key he gave her and sat inside. Tears streamed down her face because she knew that once again he was changing. If someone had asked him to do this in ninth grade he would’ve laughed at them and then walked away, but now all he could see was the mask that all Cheerleaders wore to keep their double life hidden. Reba knew the stereotype for Cheerleaders being sluts were more or less true with Jocelyn. Reba knew that most likely if she could convince Leonard, Reba had a hunch that Jocelyn would be getting his virginity to. “You promised me forever remember” Reba whispered and curled up into a little ball on the seat.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn out jeans I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, “Hey isn’t this easy?”

You’ve got a smile That could light up this whole town I haven’t seen it in a while Since she brought you down

Say you’re fine I know you better than that Hey Whatcha doin’ with a girl like that?

Two years later…

Reba was packing her bags so she could head off to South Carolina for her dream college. A place called Furman University with a program in biology and natural sciences that she was actually excited for. At least it was something to look forward to as an escape from home. She was not part taking in the wedding nor did she look forward to it. Reba was stopped by what she was doing when her PADD went off letting her know that she was getting a call from someone. Reba took a quick glance to see it was Donna calling her. She quickly swiped at the screen to accept the call because she knew what Donna was calling about. Donna wasn’t going to stop Reba, but she was calling to say goodbye. “Are ya sure ya don’t wanna stay for the weddin’ Reba?” Donna asked, her words beginning to echo into Reba’s mind. “I’m sorry Donnie, but I can’t stay. I don’t wanna watch the man of my dreams bein’ taken away from me ‘cause I know eventually she’s gonna break his heart. Tell Leonard I’m sorry, but I really needed to go” Reba answered trying not to cry in front of the woman she would always see as her sister. “Nah I understand ya Reba. I’m gonna miss ya an’ I’m sure tha he will to. I hope ya have a safe trip an’ I hope ya come back someday,” Donna answered with a sad smile as she watched Reba continue to pack up her things. “Oh I will Donnie, ya know a Georgia child always comes back home” Reba answered with a sad smile of her own. “Thanks for everythin’ Donnie” Reba added before she gave one last wave and then ended the call. The last thing she packed was a Polaroid photograph of her and Leonard, taken on the day that the both of them went to the Georgia State fair for the first time. A tear slipped down her cheek as she slipped it into her bag and then grabbed her other bags ready to leave this place behind for at least four years. For once Reba didn’t feel like she was at home anymore.

She wears High heels I wear sneakers She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for was here the whole time

If you could see I am the one who understands you. Been here all along so why can’t you see You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door All this time how could you not know baby? You belong with me You belong with me

 Four more years later…

Reba had graduated from Furman with a degree in natural sciences as well as a degree in biology. Just as she had said to Donna McCoy, she had returned home to her family ranch to spend some time with her family and get a little rest before going out in the world to look for a job. She had been at the local mall with her younger cousin Alice when she had come across a recruiting station. Starfleet. “Ya gonna go to the stars Ree-Ree?” Alice asked with innocent looking eyes. “Don’t know Ally I might. If I can’t find a job, ‘round here then it’ll be a good option,” Reba answered with a soft smile. It had crossed her mind while she was in college. Sure, it might be rough going to space, but if it meant making a difference and helping the future of humanity than she couldn’t refuse it. “Ma always said that stars were meant ta shine and starships were meant ta sail ‘em” Alice giggled as they walked away towards the food court. “She’s right ‘bout that Ally. If ya ever have a dream than don’t cha give up on it ya hear?” Reba said squeezing her little cousin’s hand. “I promise Ree-Ree” Alice replied with a warm smile. Reba forgot the last time she had smiled like that. It had been so long since she had been around anything that could be considered happy. “C’mon then Tater-Tot let’s get some lunch huh?” Reba asked her little cousin and then looked around the huge food court.

 Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night. I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re ‘bout to cry I know all your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it’s with me

Can’t you see I am the one Who understand you Been here all along So why can’t you see You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door All this time how could you not know baby? You belong with me You belong with me

 “Reba dear, you’ve got a visitor” Reba’s Ma called from the kitchen making Reba raise a brow in confusion. “Comin’ Ma let ‘em in” Reba called from her room down the hall and then stood up from her bed. She walked down the hallway with her PADD in hand, but the sight she was met with caused her to freeze in place. There in the threshold of the living room was none other than Leonard McCoy himself. He had dark rings beneath his eyes from loss of sleep, tear tracks stained his tanned cheeks, his dark brown hair was a complete mess and he looked a sight with clothes that looked like he had worn them for a few days. “Leonard? Leonard what are you doing here? What happened to you?” Reba questioned and then ran over to him feeling her heart drum in her ears. “Is there any where we can talk alone?” He asked. His voice hoarse from what she could assume was either crying, yelling or a mix of both. “Ya know there is. C’mon” Reba answered with an exasperated sigh as she gently took his now calloused hand in hers and led him out back to the barn.

They sat together in the hayloft just as they did when they were kids. Reba wrapped a comforting arm around Leonard’s waist as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and cried. “You and Donnie were right,” He said finally after his breathing had settled again. Reba was quiet, but he knew she was listening and silently urging him to continue. “Jocelyn is a cheatin’ hussy. For the last four years, everythin’ was fine. We had a daughter together and I was taking a residency at the hospital while getting’ my trainin’ ta be a doctor like the one I always wanted ta be. I came home las’ night ta find her sleepin’ with Clay Tredway” Leonard growled his hands slowly curling into fists. “Oh Leonard… I want ta say I’m sorry, but I know it ain’t gonna fix a thing” Reba whispered hugging him tight and letting him rest his tired head on her shoulder. “The worst part is Joanna was in the house when she was doin’ tha. Our poor daughter had ta see her mother cheatin’ on her father. Now she’ll probably get the impression tha her daddy left her and that he’s a no good piece of shit” Leonard whispered closing his eyes and holding Reba close to him. “Leonard McCoy don’t you dare say that ‘bout yourself! You are a good person and it ain’t your fault that this happened” Reba scolded and then began to run her hand through his hair to sooth him a little. “Thanks Reba. Do ya think yer folks would mind tha I stay here for the night? I haven’t slept in almost forty eight hours,” Leonard explained causing Reba to go pale. No wonder he looked so exhausted. “Nah I’m sure they’d be alright with it. Len ya need sleep or else you gonna get yourself sick” Reba said as worry filled her voice. McCoy just nodded a little and placed a small kiss on her forehead. “Thanks June-bug I’m sorry ‘bout the past few years” He said softly and slowly sat upright again. “Don’t worry ‘bout them ok? Right now we jus’ need ta getcha inside and get ya somethin’ ta eat an some sleep” Reba answered and then with her help the two climbed down the hayloft and trudged back inside the house.

Later that night as Reba lied awake in bed she thought about all the things that had happened. Leonard was back in her life and he needed her more than ever, but did she really want to wait around when she could be useful in the stars? Then again, as she thought about it maybe Leonard would join her. She figured that Leonard was determined to get a divorce from Jocelyn. Sadly, she knew that most of the ramifications would be in her favor and not his. Reba knew that Jocelyn was a snake and she knew that Jocelyn wasn’t done with Leonard yet. Reba got up and walked out in the hallway; she stood in the doorway to the living room and watched as Leonard slept. He was peaceful, a contrast from the side of him that she had witnessed earlier, even so she worried about him. What else could she do? There wasn’t anything else that she knew she could do except be a good friend. She ignored her broken heart again, because she knew it was her turn to heal his broken heart somehow. She didn’t know how, but she hoped that one day she would find away. “I love you Leonard McCoy” She whispered and then quietly walked back to her own room.

 Extended Ending

Reba sat in her seat in the shuttle waiting for Leonard, wherever he had gotten off to. A girl in a scarlet uniform sat down across from her, her face studying her PADD. “Hello I’m Cadet Nyota Uhura,” She finally said with a small smile on her lips. “I’m Cadet Reba Richards. Nice to meet you,” Reba replied with a smile of her own. Suddenly they were joined by a young man with sandy blonde hair, a flirty smirk on his face and a swagger in his step “At ease gentlemen” He said to the two burly looking cadets sitting near Uhura. Nyota gave him a small knowing smirk causing Reba to be slightly intrigued. “Ya know I never did that first name of yours… Oh who’s your friend?” The man asked looking at Reba and causing Uhura to playfully roll her eyes. “And you probably never will Jim Kirk. This is Reba and I think she wouldn’t be fooled by you either” Nyota smirked as she buckled her seatbelt. Reba followed suit and looked around trying to find any sign of her best friend. “Ya looking for someone cutie?” The man named Jim asked causing Reba to blush a little and glare at him. “Maybe I am. What’s it ta you pretty boy?” Reba snapped and bit her bottom lip.

The once quiet room was filled with two voices yelling at each other. Reba closed her eyes and sighed knowing that it was her stubborn, scaredy cat best friend. “You need a Doctor” A female academy officer said in a demanding tone causing Reba to cringe. “I told you people I don’t need a doctor I am a Doctor” The familiar voice groaned causing Reba to look in the direction that she had heard the voice. Standing there with a female superior at his back was Leonard, who at this point looked like he’d seen better days. “You need to get back to your seat” The woman demanded coolly her eyes like daggers boring into McCoy’s soul. With a gulp he nodded and then quickly took his seat next to Jim and across from Reba. Reba couldn’t help it as she let out a small giggle. “Oh c’mon Reba what’s so funny about that?” Leonard whined and bowed his head indignantly. “Well ya almost gotcha ass handed to ya by a woman, but otherwise I’m good” Reba snickered causing him to roll his eyes. Leonard turned to Jim with a look of warning even if it was grim. “I may throw up on ya kid” He said pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket. “I think these things are pretty safe though” Jim said causing Reba to roll her eyes. “Here we go” Reba groaned and closed her eyes because she had heard this speech at least a thousand times since they hit the road from Georgia to Iowa. “Don’t pander me kid. One tiny crack in the hull, and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. A solar flare could cook us in our seats, and wait ‘til your sittin’ pretty with a case of the Andorian shingles. See if you’re still so relaxed when you’re bleedin’ from your eye sockets. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence” Leonard said making the mood bleaker inside the shuttle. “Hey don’t look at me McCoy you’re the one that decided ta come with me” Reba shrugged turning her attention out the window so that she could watch the world work outside and ignore the man that had been nagging her for hours on end now. “Yeah well ya know I’ve got no place ta go. Ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. I feel like all I’ve got left is my Bones” Leonard retorted crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Don’t forget that cha got me ‘Bones’ or else I’ll knock ya a new one” Reba answered not even bothering to look at him. “Are you two…” Jim started, but was met with a glare from Nyota. “No she ain’t the one that did me wrong. If anythin’ she’s the only friend and physical thing I got left that the devil down in Georgia didn’t take from me” McCoy defended and felt a bit guilty. “Ah. Well I’m Jim Kirk” The young man said holding out his hand in greeting. “McCoy. Leonard McCoy and that wild one over there is my best friend Reba Richards” Leonard answered taking a quick swig from his flask and then handing it to Jim who followed suit. Reba just gave an absent wave and then turned her attention back out the window. Somehow she knew that this was gonna be a long journey for everyone aboard this shuttle. At least for some it was a journey out of misery.