#sally just smacks the phone out of his hands....

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I feel like Howdy would be the type to go to the dollar store to save money then complain when something is like $1.99

i second this....

[dreamer-after-dark]

I could see Wally Darling being the kind to sneak into your room/house when you're away and steal your panties/underwear. You figure that maybe the washing machine is eating them at first until a pair you were wearing yesterday disappeared from the top of the pile.

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Side note, I have had my panties stolen before! Anyway, here you go ٭(•﹏•)٭

Part Two

Word count: 1,945

Wally is shameless.

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[Y/N]

It happened again.

[Julie]

What??

[Sally]

Panty thief struck again?

[Julie]

Twice in one week???

[Y/N]

It's not a thief! I refuse to believe it!

[Sally]

How many pairs does that make now? 12?

[Julie]

Close! 15!

[Y/N]

17

[Sally]

I fail to understand why this can't be the doing of a petty thief?

[Julie]

Y/N!

[Julie]

Y/N are you there?

[Julie]

Where did they go? :/

[Sally]

Alas, my darling Juliet! Tis I alone that remains here

[Wally]

Hello

[Sally]

Hi, Wally.

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Seventeen pairs of your best fitting panties have been lost, lost forever. Never to be found with the same elasticity or fit. You stared out into the empty street where the sun parted between leaves. You were too broke to afford replacing them and so you wandered this world commando when the pants offered enough coverage and comfort. Or even if it didn't you still had no choice should you plan around an inviting evening out.

With a huff you adjusted your basket against your hip, your unfolded clothes flopping a bit. The sunshower surprised you as it pelted against the non opening glass doors of the building's laundromat. After double checking the seats and dryer you headed for the opened door just off to the side. You entered a gray stairwell. Beneath the staircases was a collection of cleaning supplies, a yellow mop bucket, and a locked cabinet.

Your slippers echoed through the stairwell as you jogged up. The door to your floor was propped open with a rock. You used your free hand to open the door fully and slide the rock inside. You pushed it to the side with your foot not wanting anyone to trip over on it like you had. Your phone smacked your face leaving a nasty bruise under your eye. It still hurts to remember.

The door shut behind you with a rusty squeak. Your slippers slid lightly against the tiled floors until you made it to your apartment door. The handle gave way and you were thrilled to find it still open. Music boomed from somewhere within one of the rooms. The smell of weed wafted around mixing with the chilled air feeding in from the windows.

You inhaled deeply, shaking loose your worries. As you walked down your hallway you passed the open bathroom where giggling and hushed whispers could be heard. Julie and Sally were doing their makeup together, facetiming you assumed. Further was the kitchen where you heard the clinking of silverware against wood. The voices from the bathroom quieted.

Wally was stirring a cup of coffee when he spotted your annoyed expression, "Hello, Y/N. Are you alright?"

"Another pair off and vanished," you roll your eyes with a glance at your basket, "It's getting annoying."

"I can see how annoying that could get. Do you think they've all been stolen?"

"No! No. I'm sure it'll sort itself out. Have you got anymore coffee, Wally?"

Wally hands you the mug he was holding, "This one's yours, honeycrisp."

You thanked him as he turned away to prepare his own. His hair cascaded like waves down his back. The vibrant blue shining below the lights. Wally was amazing at coloring his hair. You turn away and head down the hallway where two doors faced each other. You entered the left one silently praying thanks to the great nothingness beyond for leaving it unlocked for you.

You placed your laundry on your bed. You would fold the clothes, but your keys needed to be found. You looked around your slightly cluttered room. The tapestry on your window was tied up letting in the sun. The smell of wet earth rose up as the rain thundered down. By the window was a desk. It was stained with paint and ink. On top was a journal, several colors of paint, and a large bottle of water. A mug with several drying paint brushes propped up within say atop the bookshelf.

Small plushies were scattered among the shelves and on the floor. Your bed was next to the wall by the door. The blanket was a pile on the floor next to the end of the bed. Larger plushies were squished from your tossing and turning. Pillows were crammed between the bed frame and wall. Eyes landing on your newly added laundry basket made you realize cleaning your entire room would help you find your missing keys.

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Hi, Sally.

Hi, Julie.

[Sally]

Wally, you wouldn't happen to know about the Boudoir Bandit?

[Wally]

No.

[Julie]

Maybe it's one of the other tenants!

[Sally]

Nefarious tenant!

[Y/N]

It has to be the machine

Can't be anything else

[Sally]

Perish the thought! The Panty Snatcher must be caught and brought to justice!

[Julie]

Perish the thought!

[Wally]

Perish the thought!

[Y/N]

Who could it be?

[Sally]

I see you've come around.

[Julie]

It could be anyone!

Any of us!!

How scary!!!

[Wally]

It could be anyone?

[Sally]

List of suspects:

Sally

Julie

Y/N

Poppy

Wally

Howdy

Barnaby

Home

[Y/N]

Me??

Why me??

[Julie]

It's a crazy world, Y/N!

We cannot rule out anyone!

Not even you

[Sally]

Julie is exactly right, darling Y/N! We simply cannot rule you out!

[Wally]

I would hate to see you go without, neighbor.

[Y/N]

Ok :/

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You smirked at the messages filling up your screen. Julie's energetic texts became shorter and you could imagine her hot pink nails tapping against the screen of her phone. Sally's text became increasingly verbose in response. Wally was lurking as he always did, chiming in here and there.

The phone slipped into your pocket as music filled the already tidied room. Your keys had been found while sweeping underneath your desk. Along with a few scrunchies and a button, your heavily outfitted keys were dragged out. With such a clunky set up you wondered how you ever lose it to begin with. Work keys, house keys, anime characters, pepper spray, and a stuffed animal. All of it designed to be eye-catching and hard to lose.

You flopped onto your bed opting for rest. Your ultimate goal had been completed and you were horribly drained. Your mind drifted back to the mounting loss of your panty collection. Solid color boxers, high waisted panties, boy shorts, thongs, sick day panties. All of it is gone! Sally was right to call it nefarious, but believing that you were being specifically targeted was a level of fear you wanted to avoid. You turned off your notifications for the next hour and returned to cleaning up.

Soon your room was clean, your clothes put away, and the bathroom was finally open. The glow of the full moon was bright and brilliant tonight. Leaving your desk you grabbed a change of clothes, sans panties, and a towel. You stripped down leaving all of your clothes inside the now empty basket. Stepping out you noticed the room across from you was quiet. There was a note taped to the door reading:

Out for the next three days! Rent is on the table!

Sally and Julie were heading out to New York for a concert. All the more to enjoy a long, luxurious shower. Wally was in the room down the opposite hall. His room was the only one on that side. He had the biggest room in the apartment for all of his art equipment. Aside from his bed you couldn't tell it was his bedroom. The last you had been inside it was filled with disturbing personal works. Each one felt delicate and haunting. Completely unlike his pleasant and sweet demeanor.

The music was still going though not as loud. It was mellow and dragging. You could hear the bubbling of his bong. The sound made your heart race. You quickly stepped into the bathroom. The thick glass ceiling above always excites you. It was such a crummy apartment, but it had its ups with this being one of them.

Julie's stickers covered the thick sides of her movable mirror. Her makeup bag was left open covered in eye shadow dust and glitter. A pack of eyelashes were left open on the top of the bag.

A little smudged message was left on the mirror written in red lipstick, reading:

You're beautiful, starshine!

Julie was a sweetheart. The rain had stopped, leaving a silence in the tall bathroom. With a turn of the faucet cold water rushed out from the shower head. The patter of water against ceramic filled the room. You stepped under the stream shivering as the droplets thudded against your skin.

Stepping out from the shower you dried yourself off and slipped into your change of clothes. You felt rejuvenated! As you stepped out of the bathroom, a voice called for you.

"Hi, Y/N. Would you like a snack?" Wally was standing in the kitchen with reddened eyes.

"What are you having?" You couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"A cut up apple. I couldn't think of anything better," he giggled, "I have a few extra?"

You accept the offered apples, "Thanks. I'm sure I forgot to eat with all the other things I also forgot."

"I'm sorry that's happening, it must be tough. Julie did say you were left without much to wear."

You groaned imagining Julie explaining things in detail as she usually would, "I'd rather not make it into a thing. It's just so weird to even consider what they're saying."

"I have a pack of unopened boxers. They may not fit perfectly, but they should help?" He smiled completely at ease.

"That's.. Ok. I couldn't accept that." As weird as it was to have your underwear stolen, Wally offering you some was even weirder.

"Oh, Ok. I'll hold it until you're ready." Wally walked off into his room leaving you in the kitchen.

You heaved a sigh as you leaned against the counter. The apple slices crunched as you bit into it. Each one refreshing and cold. You rinsed the plate in the sink and switched off the lights. You returned to your room, but stopped just short of the door.

It was cracked open. You were sure the door shut behind you when you stepped out. With a gentle push you opened the door further. When seeing nothing out of place you stepped in and shut the door behind you listening for that click of metal against wood. When you heard it you let go of the doorknob and hung up your towel to dry.

You looked around your room again looking over every little detail. The still tidy room was just as you left it. Plushies put away, paints organized, bed made, and the floor clean. Your eyes glanced over the basket on the floor and your heart skipped. Your head swiveled back as your eyes scanned it once more. Leaning down you picked at the shirt and pants shaking them out. A pair of socks fell from the pant leg, but nothing else. With dread it dawned on you. The panties you had worn not even an hour ago were missing.

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[Y/N]

Wally

[Wally]

Yes?

[Y/N]

Where are they?

[Wally]

Where is what?

[Y/N]

My panties

[Wally]

Stolen, I presume?

[Y/N]

By you

Where are they?

[Wally]

You're welcome to check my room, Y/N

Do you want to come in?

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You heard the music dip low in the furthest room. You heard the door click as the knob turned. Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard him chuckle from deep within his room.

[gardenfullofsage]

Cherries

Flip Zimmerman x Fem!Reader

Reader has a hard time, getting over her attraction towards Flip. A date gone South, however would finally aid her into getting what she wants.

word count: 2,357 words

Warning(s) Smut smut smut, a bit of misogyny, Mentions of a black eye. I don't own this Gif

(edited)

‘’He’s 13 years your senior.’’ ‘’ Wouldn’t you like someone older?’’ ‘’You’ll grow out if this phase.’’

‘’He’s not into young girls.’’ Blah blah blah

Your friend tries so hard to drill her words into your head.

No matter how hard you try you can’t fight the attraction you have for him. He’s so much older, handsome, broad, rough, and experienced. Not like the other lanky town boys, who can’t wait to rub one out.

This is your third time calling his desk today. Call it desperation maybe, you’re hoping he’s there this time. Your previous calls went straight to voicemail.

‘’ Flip, speaking.’’ Is all you hear from the other line. You jolt your heart beating in two different parts. ‘’H-hey yes I’d like to report a theft.’’ You shakily speak, kicking yourself for stuttering. You feel him shift on the other side of the phone. ‘’Ma’am this is the division of intelligence, I think you got the wrong desk. Hold on while I transfer your call to the, main desk.’’ You don’t get to say anything else before you’re put on hold.

You slam your phone on the counter harshly. Gritting your teeth.

‘’I hate him’’ You mutter.

This is starting to get pathetic really. Maybe Sophie is right. Maybe this is just a phase.

Sophie planned yet another date for you, this time a boy she met in the mall. If you didn’t know better you’d think she was planning your murder.

You were only 3 weeks into the summer. The Colorado heat beating down your neck. Your short flowy dress does zero justice. You made your way around town finally reaching the dinner.

The dinner however was empty. Fleetwood Mac playing softly in the background as you looked for your ‘date.’ Your eyes settled on a red head. His eyes never leaving your legs, you cursed yourself for even listening to Sophie.

‘’I hate her’’ you muttered for the tenth time today.

‘’Hey, Y/N right?’’ said the red head as he made his way over to you. You plastered on a fake smile as you nodded. He came in for a hug though, his hand stayed on your waist.

‘’The names Jack, Sophie’s says a lot about you.’’ He says his hand inching close to your bum. You squirm uncomfortably. You move around him and make your way to the booth he was sitting at.

Jack wasn’t too far behind. Instead of sitting at the booth directly across from you, he sits next to you. You keep as close to the wall as you can, but you feel him inch closer.

‘’Good afternoon, welcome to Sally's, what can I get for ya’.’’ The waitress finally made her appearance. You take this opportunity and shove the arm he placed on your shoulder previously, off of you. You feign innocence as you look over the menu.

‘’I’ll get the cheeseburger with curly fries on the side, oh and a Vanilla milkshake.’’ You say handing her the menu.

‘’Actually, she’ll take the ranch salad, and a water. Get me a beer and a steak with the anchovies on the side.’’ Jake says, handing her the menu.

You scoff, but before you can speak up the waitress is already gone.

‘’Sorry, I don’t like my girls… what’s the word fat.’’ He says, a stupid smile plastered on his face.

You stare at his face blankly clenching your fist, fighting the urge to smack the stupid smirk off his raunchy face.

‘’I don’t like my boys smelly.’’ You say forcing your way out of the booth.

He angrily gripped your wrist and forced you back into your seat.

His grip bruising as you grimace.

‘’I like my women obedient.’’ He remarks his breath fanning across your face. You try to fight his grip off of you, the booth granting you a disadvantage. ‘’I should teach you a lesson, hm?’’ He says as you continue to fight your way out of his grip.

You don’t know if anyone cares to help, or they're simply too scared.

‘’Get. Off. Of. Me. You piece of shit.’’ At this point you just resort to kicking.

His grip loosens a bit as he grunts in pain. You use this to your advantage and run out of the dinner. He’s hot on your tail.

You run across the street flailing your arms around like a mad woman.

‘’Get back over here, you’re only making it worse for yourself.’’ You hear him yell.

Your hearts pounding in your ears, you’re panting heavily. You run into a nearby gas station slamming the door closed.

The customers in the shop, staring at you wide eyed.

You duck behind an aisle as you hear the door slam open. You’re too focused on the footsteps coming in the shop, you fail to notice the heavy ones coming from behind you.

A rough tap on your shoulder has you nearly entering into cardiac arrest.

Your eyes widen as you make eye contact with Flip.

You don’t know if your heart is beating out of fear or arousal. You can’t tell anymore.

You stare at each other for a bit, before you feel Jack come up from behind.

‘’Hey man, sorry my woman, she's just out of control.’’ Jack says cackling softly.

He goes to reach for your arm, you pull back bumping into Flips chest.

‘’I’m not your woman, back up you fucking weirdo.’’ Jacks friendly smile quickly turned evil.

‘’Honey, you’re making this really difficult, Come here now!’’ You flinch at his tone, you remain still; feet digging onto the tiled floor.

The once full gas station soon became empty. Just You, Flip, and this crazy redneck.

Flip clears his throat from behind you, you keep your eyes on Jack, as his gaze goes over your head staring at Flip.

‘’I’m not much of a woman reader, but I’m pretty sure she means back off.’’ You can’t see him but, you imagine the cold look he must have on his face.

‘’What the fuck do you know, back off and mind your business shit face.’’ At this point you believe Jack’s just digging his grave.

You feel Flip move around you, roughly putting you behind him.

You get lost in your head while you stare at Flips back remembering and reminiscing, the time you first met.

He had arrested you for ruining your next-door neighbor's garden.

She had it coming, she was a racist.

He was forcing you, well trying to force you into his truck.

You threatened to claw his eyes out. Your denim skirt rising with every kick you gave.

He was rough, as picked you up and pinned you on the hood of his car.

‘’You can try sweetheart, let's see how fast I’ll have you on the ground.’’ You felt his hard on pressing into your backside. You whimpered at the threat. Squirming at the hold he had on your wrists.

You prayed and hoped they would bruise.

He chuckled darkly, as his large hand moved your hair to the side. You could smell black coffee and cigarette on his breath.

That was the first encounter, and God were you hooked.

Maybe you were Insane. No one has ever talked to you in that way, not that you’d allow it.

You feel your panties dampen at the memory of Flips roughness.

You were too into your head you didn’t notice Flips fingers snapping in front of your face.

‘’You really like trouble huh?’’ He muttered out.

You don’t reply as you look behind him, noticing Jacks absence.

‘’Did you kill him?’’ Stupid question, still didn’t hurt to ask.

Flip laughed, ‘’Are you insane?’’ You huff out in annoyance before answering.

‘’Yes, move, you're in my way.’’ You don’t know what caused the switch in your attitude. You were horny, frustrated, and humiliated.

You make your way pass Flip, before being pulled into his chest.

His grip on your wrist tight as he made his way to the back of the gas station.

You try to get out of his grip. Before he slams you against a wall, the impact dizzying.

You lose focus and barely register where you are.

All you can see is Flip, all you can smell is Flip. You close you eyes, and let out a shudder. The buzzing of the store fridges the only sound in the vicinity.

‘’You know, you’re trouble right?’’ You feel him whisper. You keep your eyes closed.

His hand grips your face roughly, squeezing your cheeks together your mouth forms into a pout.

He shakes your face side to side.

You let out a whimper involuntarily.

‘’So responsive.’’He chuckles out

‘’You think I don’t know its you calling my desk, at 1 in the morning?’’ At that your face hardens you shove him back.

‘’Yeah, then how come you never answered asshole.’’ You spit out

Flip chuckles dryly.

What’s up with this man and chuckling. Is something funny?

You don’t finish that thought before his hands gripping your hair forcing your head back.

You moan out, as you feel his thigh come up between your legs.

‘’Please.’’ You don’t know what you’re begging for as you close your eyes.

The hold on your hair tightens as you mewl. ‘’Eyes on me pretty girl.’’ He slaps your cheek softly, your eyes open as you stare at him through your lashes.

‘’Good girl.’’ He mutters softly.

‘’Will you be good?’’ He whispers.

You nod your head.

Flip pulls away entirely. You whimper, missing his touch. You feel pathetic.

‘’Please, please I’ll be good I promise.’’You say gripping onto his flannel.

‘’That’s what I like to hear’’ He pulls you into his chest as he smashes his lips onto yours.

You feel him groan against your lips, his kiss rough, and hot.

Everything you wanted and more.

You feel his hands lift up the skirt of your dress. You hold your breath as his fingers prod at your heat.

‘’God, you're wet.’’ Is all he says before he pulls your panties to the side wasting no time in finger fucking you with his fingers.

You can’t control the loud moans leaving your mouth. His fingers felt too good. You were so touch deprived you felt close to your orgasm already.

‘’Such a dirty girl, Hm.’’ ‘’What happened to the tough girl from a few days ago.’’ ‘’ You’re so desperate for me huh? So pathetic.’’ ‘’That’s it, that’s my good girl.’’ His words dizzying as you grip his flannel.

He rips his fingers out of you as he forces you against the wall. You’re to anxious and desperate you start to wail and plead for him.

The sound of a belt clanking and a zipper going down has you biting your lip in anticipation.

Flip Grips your waist roughly as he kicks your legs apart. You feel his tip make contact with your needy hole, and you clench around nothing.

‘’Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it.’’ He growls out his hand gripping your hair making you look back at him.

‘’Please I want it so bad, I’ve been good please-.’’ Your words were cut off by the loud moan you released.

His pace was merciless. His thrusts rough and fast.

He pulled your hair, tugging your face back as he roughly kissed your mouth.

He pants and groans into your mouth.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his pace quickens somehow.

‘’You taste like fucking cherries.’’ He groans into your mouth. You smile as you open your eyes staring darkly at him. Flip spanks you roughly, making you moan.

‘’You like that? You like when I'm rough with you.’’ He says spanking you twice, thrice.

‘’Yes.’’ Is all you moan out. You feel yourself clenching as you reach your peek.

You gush all over him as you cum. Stars spotting your vision, your mouth wide open as he forces his fingers into your mouth. ‘’Give me one more. ’' He mutters into your ear tugging your dress down as your breasts spill out.

He slaps them as you mewl.

His pace quickens somehow his thrusts desperate, as tears cloud your vision. You suck and roll your tongue over his fingers.

‘’Shit, yeah just like that.’’ ‘’such a good fucking girl.’’ ‘’My good fucking girl.’’ ‘’only, I get to fuck you like this, you hear me. This pussy belongs to me.’’ You Nod your head as your moans increase in volume.

‘’I can’t please, it’s too much.’’ You curl your toes into your shoes.

‘’Yes, you can, give me one more, be a good girl.’’ Flips fingers reach forward and harshly spank your clit. You cry out as you come for the second time. This time your legs quiver.

You feel his thrust get desperate. You reach behind you and grip on his long, ebony hair. ‘’Please come inside of me, I want it, give it to me.’’ You say breathlessly.

He groans out as he stills completely. He fills you up as you maintain eye contact.

He pulls out softly, his seed already spilling down your legs.

‘’Go outside and wait for me in the truck, I got to clean up your mess.’’ He says before planting a kiss onto your lips.

You walk out of the room, receiving a slap on your ass.

The gas station remained empty.

As you made your way outside. You could see Jack across the street sporting a shiner on his eye.

You smile widely as you climb into the big red truck.

Flip walks out, a pep in his step.

As he climbs in he reaches into his flannel, pulling out a cigarette.

He stares into the rearview mirror. Noticing the stare Jack was giving the car.

Flip roughly grabs your chin, before pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

His hands start the ignition as he pulls out of the parking lot.

‘’I like my girls insane.’’ Is all he says, a wide smile taking over his features as he drives off.

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Hope you enjoyed this lol. As always, my requests are always open.

[pinejayy]

Doll (Wally Darling x Reader) part 4

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 

Sorry for the lack of posts guys, the last few days have been rough. My dad had a stroke and it’s been hard for me. But he is fine at the moment he’s home resting . But I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

I still have three more requests so I’ll work on those soon! Then soon I’ll open up requests again. uwu 

Trigger Warnings: Needle

As the door opened you gasped to yourself. Holding onto your face. The door flew open and since you were close to it, it smacked you right in the face. You cursed to yourself. It seemed like Home was doing this on purpose.  God you didn’t like this house one bit.

Wally came in rushing, and he saw you holding onto your face. “Oh my god…Doll! Are you okay?” He was by your side, holding you close. “I told you Home this was a game between Y/N and I.” He said in a frim and loud voice. “Lemme see your face Doll.” You removed your hands and showed him your face. He sighed in relief. 

“Thankfully there’s no damage, maybe just a little red mark.” Wally said, as he rubbed your cheek with his finger. You just look away and let out a small sigh. Hear small creeks and knocks, as if Home was talking to Wally. “Not now, Home..” He said, but his eye slightly twitching. You wonder what Home was telling him. 

“Wally, I’m sorry but I’m going to cut this date short. I would love to go back to my house.” You say softly. Wally frowned and just nodded. As he walked you over to the door. 

“I’m sorry about Home Doll, they get a little jealous when I’m playing a game without them.” He said softly. As you both were at his front door. “Let me walk you to your house Doll.” 

“NO! No...I’m sorry. I just want to be left alone. I’ll see you later Wally..” You say, as Wally just frowned. He just nodded as he didn’t want to upset you even more. As he leaned in for a goodbye kiss but didn’t get a chance too since you moved your head to the side. Wally clenched his hands and his eye twitching was back. Before he could do anything else you walked off without a other word. 

Wally just stood there, you really rejected a kiss from him. FROM YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND. He closed the door and walked around his house. “Home! You didn’t have to smack them in the face! It was really uncalled for!”

*Creek Knock Creek Creek...*

“I know you were trying to prevent them from seeing Sally’s body but STILL!” Wally said as his voice started to crack. He was walking around the living room, he was angry. Why did you have to go after that door? Even though he told you not too?! Wally took a deep breath. And the cherry on top was that you didn’t want him walking you to your place and that you moved away from his kiss. 

*Creek....”

“No...It’s okay Home. It’s not your fault.” He said, as he sat down on his chair. Thinking about you now. You went against his orders for going for that door and look where it lead you too. Wally just took a deep breath. He’ll give you your space for now. 

Back to your place.

You quickly left Home and walked quickly to your place. You were shocked at what happened. Did Home really have swing that door to your face? Once you were in your house you quickly lock it. You quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, seeing no major mark. Maybe a little redness but nothing really. You sigh and walk back to the living room. You really needed your friend, you went to garb your phone and dial her number. As you waited for her to pick up but got nothing. 

“Are you kidding me!” You say to yourself as you hang up. She’s not picking up again? Is she ignoring me? Did I do something to upset her? But then again you remembered what Wally said that she was sick. But you had to see her. Something felt wrong.

As you felt tears starting to form. You just hope she’s okay. So you couldn’t help yourself but make her a soup, you knew Wally told you not to since she’s sick but she was your best friend . And once you did make the soup, you poured it in a small container for her and made your way out of your house. You took the back door because you wanted to avoid Home’s eyes on you. As you walked towards her house you ran into a other close friend...Julie. 

“Hello Y/N, How are you doing?” She said, as she gave you a big warm hug. 

Making you smile, as you hug her back you look at her. “Pretty good! And how are you doing today Julie?” You asked her, as you pulled away from the hug. She smiled even more “I’m doing good! Just going to Howdy’s so I can pick up a few things! But where are you heading too?” 

“Oh, I’m heading over to Sally’s.” You say, making her frown at your comment. 

“What do you mean? Haven’t you heard, she left the neighborhood. She moved away...” Julie said, as her tone of voice got soft. She knew that you and Sally were best friends. You look at her confused, but Wally told you that she got sick. Something is not adding up. 

“Oh..I didn’t think know that. Thank you for letting me know Julie.” You say and smile weakly at her, as you were about to walk off you hand her the soup. “Here this is for you.” 

“Oh Thank You Y/N!” She said, taking the soup. She smiled “But if you need a friend to talk too I’m always here.” And with that she skipped away happily. Something is off, you can feel it.

You smile and wave as she left. It was odd that Julie told you one thing about Sally and Wally told you something different. Someone was lying. And you knew it wasn’t Julie as she was very honest. So that left Wally...

You walked over to Home. Their eyes on you. “Would you stop staring at me for once!” You hiss. You then knocked quite rough at the door. “Wally open up!” 

The door opened and there stood Wally. He was smiling at you “Oh Doll your back so soon? Are you okay?” He asked you. “Here come in.” 

You didn’t think about it but took a step into his house, as you were fully inside the door slammed hard. Making you jump, and causing Wally to chuckle. “Are you lying to me?” Asking him. As you looked at him.

Wally looked at you, as his smile never faded away. He shook his head “Lying? About what Doll?” He asked, as he took a step towards you. “I would never lie to you Doll...” 

You took a step back, you felt something in your stomach. Something was wrong “About Sally-” 

Wally just stood there as he was quite. “Doll, I already told you she’s sick...she’s resting.” He said, but the last part sounded more like a growl. You look at him, you didn’t know who to believe...

“Julie told me that she moved away...and you’re telling me that she’s sick. So someone is clearly lying to me. And Julie is one of the most honest neighbors. So your lying to me Wally.”  You say, he looked at you. His smile was gone and his eyes on you. His pupils were almost black. It made you uneasy. 

Wally looked at you. Why did Julie have to say that. She ruined everything now. Now he has to get rid of her, and he might as well get rid of the other neighbors too. They’ll just get in the way for him and you.

“So you are lying to me?” You say “You know what I’m done with you. I’m going to look for my best friend...I don’t know where she is but I’ll find her.” You say as you walk to the front door and open it. But couldn’t since it was locked. “Tell your stupid house to open the door Wally.” 

Wally just stood there, he smiled again at you but it was no normal smile it was a creepy and sinister smile. He walked over to you and slammed a hand on the door, making you jump. He looked down at you he leaned in and whispers against your ear. “Mmh I can’t allow that Doll. You’re staying here with me..” And with that you felt a sharp pain against your neck. 

Wally jammed a needle into your neck, injecting you with some unknown liquid. You let out a small scream but that scream was muffled as he placed a hand over your mouth. “Shh Doll, this has to happen. You had to go asking for your friend Sally..” He said, as you try to fight back but felt weak against him. Soon after your body went limp.  Passing out.

Before your body could fall to the ground Wally catched you. He held you bride style. “Oh Doll...I’m sorry.” He whispered to you. He looked at your body, this will keep you quite for awhile. He took you over to his bedroom and placed you on his bed. He couldn’t help but admire you. You look so beautiful sleeping on his bed.

“Can’t you believe them Home?” He said loudly. He looked at you and smiled as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t worry Doll, you don’t have to worry about anyone else anymore. It’s just going to be Me, Home and You. Just the three of us..” 

Sorry for the short chapter guys! I’m still trying to recover from these past rough days. But I hope you enjoy guys! But comment down on what should happen next chapter uwu.

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: What Kind of Music Do You Like? [1]

Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I hold my glasses out in front of me, using the light fixture above to see any smudges on the lenses. 

Frowning, I pull my sleeve over my hand and wipe the left lens, then lift it up to the light again.

No matter what I do, they can never be smudge-free.

I don't normally wear my glasses-- they're a last resort-- but I'm out of contacts and I don't have the money to get more. So these will have to do for now.

I'm startled out of my minor frustration by the sound of Sally Face's reverberating laugh in the living room. His video must have played randomly because one of Ash's old Youtube videos was playing just minutes ago.

The sound of his laugh, no matter how beautiful it may be, makes me want to punch a hole through my wall. Makes me want to stomp my foot like a child. Throw my TV over the balcony. 

It makes me want to physically release all of the hurt he's caused-- but, it shouldn't hurt this much. It's not like I ever really got to know the guy, his words shouldn't affect me. 

It must hurt more because he's hot.

Sighing at myself, I walk back into the living room, fixing the frames of my glasses on my face until they feel comfortable. It's nice to see clearly.

My phone begins ringing, making irritation flare up within me again. I pause, pinching my lips together as I make a b-line for my kitchen, snatching my phone off of the counter.

I've spent my morning watching Ash kick ass at Among Us, joined by Larry, Todd, and unfortunately, Sally Face. So, to say the least, I've had mixed feelings. I've caught myself staring at Sally Face's hands every few minutes and I have to snap myself out of looking any harder. Everywhere his hands go, my eyes follow. 

When he runs his veiny hand through his soft-looking cerulean hair, fixing his fringe. Or when he loses a game and leans back in his chair, huffing out a breath and throwing his arms behind his head. It always gives me a pretty view of his neck, showing off light scars on his jaw.

And my favorite part of that losing position of his? It definitely has to be the tattoo of a shattered sword on the side of his neck. Every glimpse of it makes my mouth water and I forget to fight the losing battle of doing my best to fucking look away.

I bite my bottom lip, groaning in aggravation as I finally answer my phone. Lifting it to my ear, I answer with a harsh, "Hello?" as I push the bridge of my glasses up my nose.

"Damn! Someone piss in your cheerios this morning, y/n?" It's Ash, and she's as chirpy as ever.

It's not her fault Sally Face is a prick. 

Sighing, I put the tips of my fingers on my forehead and close my eyes, "Yea, babe," I murmur sarcastically. "The pisser in question happens to be your awful excuse of a friend."

I hear Ash suck in a quick breath before she hisses, a clear sign that she forgot all about the crappy things Sally Face said in her last video. "True..." she forces out, her voice delicate, soft, and quiet. Like she thinks she's in trouble.

"Seriously," I say, pacing the tiled floors of my kitchen. "Where the hell did you find this guy?"

Ash smacks her lips on the other end of the line. "Well," she starts gently. She stays quiet as a little mewl filters through the phone call.

I furrow my brows, pausing my pacing. "Did you get a cat?" I ask. Ash is definitely a cat person, but I never expected her to actually get one.

"Um," her voice quivers. "Not exactly--"

I can hear another muffled voice in the background, but I can't make out what the person says. Then, there's shuffling and crackling. I tilt my head confusedly as a quiet and distressed, "Hey!" can be heard from my friend.

Is Ash seeing someone?

"Well, if it isn't the infamous y/n!"

My eyes widen and my phone almost slips out of my hands. 

"I've heard that you watch our videos. I'm sure you're pretty livid about what I said during our last Call of Duty stream, and everyone agrees that I owe you an apology." Sally Face's pompous, attractive voice has me in a chokehold. I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue-- for something to happen. Hopefully, Ash just takes her phone back.

His voice sounds similar to his videos, but it's a little different hearing him in real time over a phone call. 

To say the least, there's a blush on my cheeks and I'm unsure of whether I should hear him out or not.

I release a shuddering breath in response to staying as stiff as a board and previously refusing to breathe-- and to that, Sally chuckles. "But I literally have nothing to apologize for. All I'm doing is speaking the truth. I'm sure you understand, right, y/n?" He says.

My eyes narrow for a fraction of a second as an annoyed smile quirks my lips. This asshole doesn't deserve my time and he sure as hell doesn't deserve my attention. 

Instead of entertaining his bullying, I laugh. It's not the prettiest, but it surely is the most psychotic laugh to ever leave my lips. I'm sure he catches my drift at first, but he only laughs back.

It's a beautiful sound. Regardless, it matches the chaos that I put into my own laugh, so it shuts me up immediately. His laugh falls off into a sigh. "Nice talking to you. Hopefully this is the last time. You've left me pretty unimpressed. So, here's Ash!"

I stand still, silent and fuming as Ash's voice suddenly grows louder. Sounds like she's bitching at Sally, and rightfully so. I hear a string of cuss words and growls-- the best that a human can do, of course-- leave her lips before she finally picks up the phone with a huff.

"I'm so sorry," she starts breathlessly. "I have no fucking clue what his problem is. He's normally... honestly... a pretty quiet guy."

I snort, unamused as I wiggle my nose to adjust my glasses-- damn these things-- and answer Ash. "I'm sure he's quiet. Oh, yea. That's completely believable." I say sarcastically.

A quiet guy? That is the most bullshit claim I have ever heard in my life. Sally Face is rotten to the core, a bully, and downright disrespectful. He can be as beautiful as he wants; that doesn't make up for his shit personality. "Put him on a fucking leash." I seethe.

Ash sighs, and then a door closes in the background. "Yea, I've been thinking about buying a muzzle for Christmas. Once was already enough, but twice is really getting out of line." 

It's quiet for a moment. I don't know what to do or say. 

Clearly, Ash and I are on the same page when it comes to Sally's behavior. Doesn't make it right, but at least I'm not alone.

"Anyway," she says sweetly. "I called you to ask how you're doing? We text all the time but I haven't called in like a week. You know I have to hear your voice at least once a week or I'll lose my mind."

I giggle at her statement, starting to feel a little better. Sally can't dictate my feelings anyway. "I'm doing okay, Ash. I'm about to head to work though." Speaking of, I grab my uniform from the kitchen counter and start making my way to my bathroom. "Need to put food on the table."

Ash hums in agreement. "Is the money thing getting easier? Maybe you should look for a different job, y/n. That diner doesn't deserve you."

I shrug, a bit bashful. Ash is the only person I've ever talked to about me and dad's financial problems. "The diner really isn't bad, Ash. They're good to me. I'm just... underpaid."

"So you're still in the same boat?" She sighs helplessly.

"I mean... pretty much," I wince as I admit the obvious. I hate making people worry about me, but I can't lie to my best friend. "If I had more job opportunities, I'd take it. I want to make more money. Dad deserves it. I'd like to get a paycheck, pay all my bills and shop, and not have to cry over my empty bank account once it's all done. You know?"

"Oh, I know, babe. Do you want me to send a couple hundred over? You know I don't mind." Ash generously offers, much like she does anytime we talk about money.

I decline immediately. "No, Ash. That was a one time thing. I still greatly appreciate it, but I was really in a mess that time. I'm a lot more careful now. But thank you, I appreciate it so much. You have no idea." I panic a bit, word-vomit seeping from my mouth before I can stop it.

"Of course," she says. I can almost hear the worry and frown in her voice. It's quiet for a bit before she speaks again, this time her words are a little more enthusiastic. "Why don't you start streaming?"

I'd never considered it before. When I think of making more money, a college degree comes to mind. It opens up a world full of opportunities that I can choose from. I can live and work and just be. But college isn't in the near future either, especially because I don't have the money for it.

But streaming could get me more money right now. You know, if I were to go viral and gain some traction, that is.

In reality, it's a gamble. But the good thing is that I won't lose anything just by trying.

"Do you really think I could, Ash?" I ask, holding my phone to my left ear with both hands.

A fresh wave of hope-- of excitement-- that I haven't felt in a few years makes my heart race. 

Doing something like this makes me nervous. Being so well known. Having people recognize me. Knowing that I'll have to live up to certain standards with people watching my every move and judging every little bit of me is horrifying.

But it's an opportunity to make a difference in my life. I think it might be worth it.

"Of course you can do it, y/n! And you will! You're talented, you love games, and you are gorgeous. I know I haven't seen a picture of you since you were, like, seventeen-- but you can only get prettier. The looks are a plus, but your personality in general is so kind. The world will love you." Ash's voice is so melodic and excited as she speaks. It really starts to excite me too.

I do love games, but my personality isn't that amazing. It could be better. It needs... a lot of improvement. But Ash thinks I'll do well, so it can't be that bad. But my looks? That's different.

"Okay," I say softly. Ash squeals immediately, but I cut her off. "I don't want my government name on the internet though. And I don't want anyone to see my face." I pause, biting my lip and pacing across my living room floor. "Can we do that?"

"Of course we can! You'll be just like Sally Face--"

"Don't even get me started on that fucking guy," I bite out, feeling my face grow hot with rage all over again.

"You're right-- I'm sorry," Ash says, but she's still as excited as she was moments ago. "We need to get you on social media. You'll have to create a new, separate email account that can't be traced back to you with your name or anything. And then we'll make a Twitch account for you and finally get you on Discord!" Ash takes a deep breath, a happy squeal leaving her once again.

I laugh, trying to fight off the huge smile on my face when my cheeks start to hurt. But I'm just as excited, so I don't fight too hard. "We'll do all of that," I tell her, holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder as I start to shimmy out of my sweatpants. I reach over for my stockings and ugly red skirt, starting to put them on. "What name should I go by?"

"Hm," Ash starts thinking. "Well, how have you been feeling lately? I find that creative nouns can sometimes be pretty good names."

One word comes to mind. And the instigator of that feeling is the one and only Sally Face.

"Violent," I say immediately. "I've been feeling violent."

Ash is quiet for a moment. "Ooooookay," she says softly, her tone a little odd. She seems to shake off my noun, as she put it, and asks me another question. "What about colors? What color do you like?"

Shrugging, I pull my phone from my ear and place it on my bathroom counter, putting the call on speaker. I take my glasses off and lay them next to my phone. "I mean... I like purple? I guess? Like, if I had to pick."

My uniform shirt is all black with the diner's logo on the left. It's probably one of the ugliest uniform's I've ever had to wear in my life. But what am I gonna do about it, right? Like always, I pull the shirt over my head and tuck it into my skirt.

"So purple and violent. Purple. Violent..." Ash mumbles to herself. I smile at the way she works through things.

"I've got it!" She says after a moment, her excitement becoming apparent once again. "Violet Violence! It sounds so badass and it totally sets you up with a nickname! It's perfect."

I tilt my head, mulling over the name. It is pretty cool. I like it. "Cool," I chirp as I pull my hair into a low ponytail. "I love it! Thanks, Ash."

"Anytime, honey bunny! What time do you get off of work?" She asks.

I check the time on my phone. It's ten thirty in the morning and my shift starts at eleven. "I won't be back until late." I frown. "We may have to wait to set everything up until next Tuesday."

I really don't want to wait, but my shifts leave me exhausted. It's just... going to have to wait.

"Hear me out, then," Ash says, her voice telling me she's a little nervous but insanely excited nonetheless. "I can create all of your new accounts for you, make a list of every platform that you're on, then send you all of those accounts and your usernames and passwords?"

My heart swells with love. Ash is just so sweet, and I'm so thankful to have such a wonderful friend like her. I don't know what I did to deserve this friendship, but I certainly will never give it up. I'm so incredibly grateful for this.

"That would mean the world to me, Ash," I breathe. "Are you really okay with doing that?"

"Of course, I am," she says sweetly. "I'd do anything for you. And either way, it's just creating the accounts. When you have some free time, you can set them up and organize them however you want. We can link your bank accounts to them. And then you and I can start streaming together!"

"Ash, you'd stream with me?" I ask quietly, my heart ready to burst through my chest at this point. If I stream with Ash, it's likely that I'll really start gaining a fanbase out of this. 

"Well, duh! I wouldn't tell you to start streaming if you'd be doing it without me."

I laugh softly, shaking my head. "Of course you wouldn't. Thank you so fucking much, Ash. You have no idea how much this means to me. I really love you."

"Awe!" Ash coos. "I love you more! I can't wait to start working with you, my dearest friend!"

I smile, tears welling in my eyes. I can't tell if it's because I'm excited or just so touched, but there's a little bit of both for sure. "I look forward to working with you, babe. But, hey, in the meantime, I really have to go." It takes me a few minutes to get to work and I'd rather get there early.

"Oh, shoot! Yea, I'll talk to you later and update you on all your social media," Ash says as I grab my bag and walk out of my door, closing and locking it behind me. 

"Alright, sounds good and thanks again!" I grin as I start speed-walking to the elevators. "Love you!"

"I love you more, gorgeous!" Ash squeals, making a kissing sound before she swiftly hangs up.

I walk to work with a huge smile on my face, feeling like my entire life is about to take a major turn.

Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up, but I know that Ash makes plenty of money from streaming. More than anything, I hope I'm able to do the same. I want to be able to make more for Dad and I. If I can make more money, Dad wouldn't have to work so much or as hard. Making he could get a different job that doesn't require so much of his time.

We could be content.

I skip into the back of the diner, grabbing my apron and setting my bag down. I tie my apron on then get to work even though I am early. There's no point in just staring at my phone-- I have no real friends other than Ash, Larry, and Todd anyway.

I walk to the front of the diner, where everyone is being seated. There's a group of girls that walk in-- four of them. They're dressed in dark colors with beautiful makeup. My eyes follow them as they take a seat in one of the full areas.

My coworker is rushing around the area; she has three big parties and a few other tables. To say the least, she's filled to the brim. 

"Hey, Tess," I say, walking up to my coworker and gently grabbing her shoulder. "I'll take the new group since my shift hasn't started yet."

Tessa turns around, her eyes wide and thankful. "Are you sure, y/n?" She asks, wringing her hands nervously. We're packed today.

"Yea, I don't mind." I shrug, smiling at her. She thanks me a couple more times before rushing over to another table.

I start making my way to the group of four girls that previously walked in, taking my notepad out so I can write their orders.

As I get closer though, I accidentally hear what they're talking about. 

"Yea, Sally has just been in a mood lately. Have you noticed? Like I feel bad for that poor y/n girl who had to face his wrath. That was messed up..." One girl says, frowning as she flips through her menu.

Another girl straightens her posture, intrigued by the topic. "Why do you think that could be? Like maybe he does know y/n personally and he's just not admitting to it? Maybe she did something really messed up."

I wince, debating on whether I should turn around and give this group to someone else. This isn't the day for me to be worrying about Sally. Seriously.

I haven't even started streaming yet and I'm already known by... quite a majority of the population.

I'm not sure how that makes me feel.

As I stand there, a couple feet away, I hear another girl in the group speak. 

"What about Ash, Larry, and Todd though? They've known this girl for so long and never said anything about her. Maybe Sally's upset about that. I mean, they're supposed to be best friends and now there's someone else they never talked about before," she says. "I don't really blame him for being upset."

Sucking in a breath, I hold it and puff out my cheeks. That fiery rage I felt earlier comes back full force. Maybe these girls will never know that I'm the actual y/n, but I can sure as hell show them that I'm a nice person.

With newfound determination, I walk up to their table and click my pen, smiling sweetly at the girls. "Hey, everyone!" I say cheerfully. "My name's y/n and I'll be your server. Can I start you off with any drinks?"

I look around the group, watching the girl who sided with Sally choke on her words for a minute before she shakes herself out of shock. 

They each give me their orders and I walk away, hearing one of the girls whisper, "It's like a fucking sign, Kaci. Stop fucking around with the universe and saying that poor y/n girl wasn't innocent."

I smirk to myself. I've never understood how satisfying scaring the shit out of someone can be-- but I understand it now.

The rest of my shift goes by pretty smoothly, and I get a text from Ash later in the night. She sent me my new email account and a ton of usernames and passwords with their specific platform to go with it. I texted her a quick thank you then got back to work.

Unfortunately, I wake up the next morning at six to be at work for eight. It's my least favorite shift of the week, but it's the shift that gets me the most money.

I lay in bed for longer than I should, staring at my phone screen and scrolling through Twitter. 

My hands tighten around my phone and I narrow my eyes when I come across a post by Sally Face. I forget that before I found out that he's a dick, I was actually a fan of his. I wasn't a huge fan, but I did frequently watch and like his videos. And I also follow him on every social media platform. 

His post is a retweet. Some other big influencer who apparently wants to meet Sally Face soon. Told him to come to... Los Angeles.

I snort at the tweet, rolling my eyes. Sally Face can stay the everliving fuck out of my city.

With a grunt, I lift myself out of bed and get ready for the day, running all the way to work just in time-- a singular minute before my shift starts.

I almost decided to call in sick. But money is needed...

It's an aggravating and slow shift. I guess I can be thankful for the slow part, but all of my customers have been either flirty or assholes. I'm not into either of those.

Not to mention, someone put Michael Bublé on-- no hate to the man, his music just doesn't help the men who can't stop staring at any woman who enters the diner.

It's around lunch time when another coworker, Michael, stops me and asks if I can take over the one customer who just walked in and over to his side of the diner. I had just dropped off a meal when he ran up, begging me.

"Listen, y/n-- I hate to drop this on you but my girlfriend got a flat tire on the highway. I need to go help her. Can you take the guy who just sat down on my side? There's only one other table and Tessa has them. Please, can you cover for me?"

I blink, my mouth opening. No words come out at first. I'm tired of working and tired of these horrible customers today, but I don't mind helping my coworkers. So I nod with a small smile. "Yea, I've got it. Don't worry!"

"Thank you so much, y/n. I owe you!" he says before rushing out of the front door. Poor guy is in such a rush that he didn't even bother leaving through that back.

With a sigh, I walk across the diner to the booth farthest in the back on Michael's side. The person is in a black hoodie, facing away from me. It doesn't really strike me as odd; I'm an observer and many different types of people walk into this diner. If I could bury myself in a hoodie all day, I would.

When I get a little closer, I notice just what kind of hoodie they have on.

It's Larry's merch.

I quicken my footsteps, a little more excited to serve this person now. There's more pep in my step at the reminder of my friend. I'll have to text Larry later and let him know about this.

As I'm walking up right behind the person, I say, "Hey, I love your hoodie! Larry is one of my favorites."

The person is quiet as I walk closer. Only a quiet "Uh, thanks." coming from them.

There have been many moments in my life when I start questioning what I did to deserve some things. Those things could be good or bad-- either way, they always fill me with a special type of dread. A dread of having to handle the moment, or a dread of inevitable bad consequences in the future.

As I lay my eyes on bright cerulean hair and an expressionless prosthetic to match, I realize that I'm feeling both types of dread that I just mentioned.

I pause, my eyes widening as my stomach nearly drops out of my ass. I stare forward into the eyeholes of his prosthetic. He looks everywhere but at me-- my only guess is that he doesn't want to be recognized.

He doesn't want to be recognized and he's just realized that he may be fucked.

What in the fuck is he doing here?

"You've got to be shitting me." I spit out, my voice shaking as I try to wrap my mind around the sudden influx of information. Trying to process the fact that Sally Face is sitting in front of me as my customer is a tough task. 

I feel like I'm dreaming, like this is some fucked up nightmare. Did I get drugged? Is this some kind of chaotic alternate universe that I've been transported into?

Sally's bright blue eyes meet mine, a hint of nervousness in the depths of his gaze. "Um, excuse me?" He asks softly in response to my rude statement, tilting his head down.

I blink at him as my brain finally starts to fucking work. "Uh," I say intellectually at first, going silent for a moment.

He can't find out who I am. He'd have my head. Hell, he might go as far as to get me fired. I have to do anything in my power to just get this over with and move on as quickly as I can.

This is bound to blow up in my face later.

"Sorry, uh," I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. I also slap a hand over my name tag. "I'm just... surprised. My bad. My name is... Lexi. I'll be your, uh, server. Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, doing my best to ignore the fact that someone famous is directly in front of me-- someone famous who hates my fucking guts.

"Er, yea," Sally replies, his voice taking on the smug tone that I'm more used to. "I'll take a water, thanks."

I push my glasses farther up my nose then awkwardly give him a thumbs up before disappearing into the back.

My eyes widen all over again as I start taking deep breaths, fumbling through my bag to pull out my phone and call Ash. How could she not have told me he was coming to LA? I feel betrayed-- worst of all, I'm fucking mortified. I only have so long to talk to Ash before this quick water trip gets suspicious.

But what's the point of calling Ash? I already have to pretend I'm a random stranger and go through with this whole thing anyway. Not only that, if I tell anyone about this, it could very well get out. Ash might accidentally spill the beans and I don't even want to think about the chaos that would cause.

With a frustrated and horrified groan, I throw my phone back into my bag and pull my name tag off too. Then, I run off and fill a glass of whatever before slowly and nervously walking back over to Sally Face.

I put his glass down in front of him, all while avoiding eye contact. I pull out my notepad and look down at it as I ask, "Do you want any appetizers or do you already know what you want?"

"Not quite yet," he says politely, shocking me. "But can I ask you a few questions? You can... sit down, too. If you want."

I look up at him, wide-eyed once again. Is he fucking serious? How do I even answer this?

"Um." I point a thumb behind me. "I have more customers to take care of. Sorry." I smile sheepishly.

He tilts his head slightly then leans back in his seat, peeking over to look at my side of the dining area. "But, it's empty over there," he says.

My eyes bug out of my head as I whip my body around to look at my section of the diner. Sure enough, he is correct. Unfortunately.

I turn back to him with a nervous smile. "Oh," is all I say.

Through the eyeholes of his prosthetic, his baby blue eyes squint like he's smiling. I hate myself for blushing at the idea of it.

"It won't be long, I promise. I just don't know much about LA and you seem nice enough. Nervous, but nice." He chuckles, the beautiful sound sending a shock through my entire body.

Instead of saying anything at first, I just slide into the other side of the booth and plaster on a fake smile, willing away the blush on my cheeks. "Sorry for being so nervous," I spit out. Can I shut up for once? "I, uh, just..."

Sally lifts a hand, waving me off. "Ah, don't worry about it. Your reaction told me that you know me. You haven't screamed my name or anything though, so I trust that you'll keep me company and keep my appearance under wraps."

I swallow thickly, staring at him as I nod.

His hypnotizing eyes are set on the table in front of him, his elbows resting on the edge of said table. He has one hand flat on the wood and the other lifted up, playing around with a napkin.

I can smell him from here. It's a tantalizing mix of some kind of cologne. Spice, musk, definitely bergamot. Leather. That's all mixed with a delicious natural scent that he carries and I'm left mesmerized.

More than anything, I'm wishing I never sat down.

My gaze strays to his veiny hands, noting the plethora of black and silver rings on his fingers and his chipped black nail polish. Every time he moves his fingers, the veins and tendons in his hand shift, creating some kind of movement that has me sucking in a breath. I look away just in time for him to push the hood off his head, giving me a full view of his shoulder length, unnaturally colored hair.

"So," his voice is gentle, dominant. Slightly deep, not too deep, and raspy. Addicting. "I'm here for business. Wish I had more time to tour the town, but I don't. This is my only free day, and I only have a couple hours. Any recommendations on what I should do?" He asks.

Sally pushes a hand through his hair, ruffling it around and, thus, giving me a perfect view of the tattoo on the side of his neck. That shattered sword that silently speaks numbers. It may just be some ink to other people, but I see something more.

He's too fucking hot.

I break my gaze away from him. "The Broad," I murmur. "I'm not sure if you like art, but it's an interesting place regardless."

When I have the time, I stop by Los Angeles' museums every once in a while. So far, The Broad has been my favorite. It's so different and unique. I've never seen anything quite like it.

"It's a museum, I presume?" he asks. I look over; his head is tilted down, but his eyes are on me.

"Ah, yea. Contemporary art. It's very different, but a good different." I shrug, struggling to find a place to look. I keep looking back at him, but then I grow nervous and look away-- all to look back at him again.

His presence has a horrifying effect on me.

Sally hums, his eyes squinting to show his smile again as he says. "Okay. And, Lexi, right?"

Nervous shivers terrorize my body and I break out in a cold sweat, doing my best to hold up a fake smile for him. "Yes?"

He hesitates, then knocks my damn socks off. "What... what kind of music do you like, Lexi?"

I gape at him. Is he trying to make casual conversation with me? I thought he just wanted some basic information about LA. What does he think he'll get out of this?

"Um," I whisper shakily. "I like just about anything. Rock is on my list of favorite genres, though."

Sally nods thoughtfully, letting out a little huff. "I like rock, too. I wouldn't play guitar otherwise, honestly."

I've heard him mention before that he plays guitar. He's never played for his fans and never showed anyone his guitar, but he doesn't mind talking about it.

I nod back, smiling lightly. "Yea. Slow songs on guitars just aren't the same as rock songs on a guitar."

"Exactly!" He exclaims, "I've been trying to learn some Atreyu lately."

So he has taste. I perk up. "Oh, yea. That's a good one, for sure. What's your favorite song by them?"

Sally scoffs, stretching his arm across the table. His fingertips are an inch away from me and I find myself gulping down all of the fuzzy feelings the sight of his hands evokes within me. This interaction is making me dislike him a lot less. "Bleeding Mascara. That's the song I'm learning at the moment, actually."

Giggling, I reply. "That's my favorite song by them, too."

I look harder at his hand, noting what looks like a marker line or something peeking out from under the sleeve of his hoodie. The mark just barely reaches the back of his hand, but not quite. It must be around his wrist--

As if he can tell what's running through my head, Sal lifts the sleeve of his hoodie and reveals a gorgeous sleeve of geometric DD Verba style tattoos on his arm. There are a lot of different sharp lines and boxes. A pretty compass, The Thinking Man sculpture, aligning planets, and a medieval knight in armor. It's quite a canvas of ink, but a beautiful one that just makes sense. It fits him so incredibly well.

"Wow," I whisper breathlessly, leaning a hand forward. I pull it back immediately when I realize what I'm doing, petrified by my thoughtless movements. Hey, y/n-- remember this guy wants your head on a stick, yea?

Sally closes his hand into a fist, flipping his arm over to show the underside of it and the other side of his sleeve. "It's okay, you can touch," he says.

His closed fist makes his veins protrude through his surprisingly toned arms. I expected him to be pretty lanky, but it seems that he must work out or something.

I pinch my lips together, hesitantly lifting my hand and bringing it closer to his arm. I lightly run the tip of my index finger over the inside of his wrist, tracing the outline of a planet. 

Sally flinches, pulling his hand back a bit. I look up, eyes widening slightly as I curse to myself. "Sorry," I say quickly. "I didn't--"

"No, it's not you," he says kindly, uncurling his fist and pulling his sleeve back down. "My wrist is just a sensitive area, I guess."

He seems confused as he explains, flexing his hand on the table for a moment before hiding it out of my sight.

"Y/n! You've got one!"

My blood runs cold when my name cuts through the air. I do my best to hold a straight face as the air shifts at the table. Sally tsks under his breath, mumbling, "Creepy coincidence." Then, he tilts his head at me and asks, "Any recommendations from the menu here?"

I have to play everything off extra well now. He genuinely has something against me. Just the sound of my name ticked him off. What the hell did I ever do to him?

I pray that I can hold off. Hopefully someone just picks up the person on my side.

"The Southern Chicken Sandwich is pretty good," I say with a barely held together grin plastered on my face.

Sally's eyes squint in a smile again. "Cool, I'll go with that then. Thanks for keeping me company too. You can stay longer, if you'd like."

I do my best not to suddenly choke. Fuck, this is crazy.

Before I can say anything, the chef yells again.

"Y/n, get your ass over here! You've got one, dammit!"

My eye twitches and I struggle to hold myself together as I watch the customer standing at the front of the diner out of the corner of my eyes.

Like the intelligent human vessel I am, I put a hand over my mouth and say, "Huh, I wonder where y/n is. She was here earlier." Sally stays quiet. "I should probably pick up her customers or look for her. Sorry, give me a few." I continue, shooting Sally Face a shitty excuse of a happy smile.

"Oh, yea. That's fine," he says sweetly, leaning back in his seat. "Before you go though, by any chance, do you know if... y/n... has a friend named Ash? Like, the Ash I play with?"

I cackle unceremoniously, waving Sally off. His eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, no. If she knew Ash personally, I promise I would be the first one to know! Y/n and I are like besties!"

Sally nods slowly, "Ah, okay." He chuckles awkwardly. "Good to know."

"Ha, yea," I say, nodding back. "Well, I'll put your order in and check out those customers and then I'll be back."

I scurry away before Sally can say anything else or stop me. What a fucking day. And it still isn't anywhere near over.

I seat my customer, take their drink order, then run over to the chef to put in Sally Face's order.

"Where the hell you been?" He asks gruffly, a disapproving frown on his face. 

I have no excuse. So I shrug, wincing as I do and just smiling awkwardly.

The chef grunts, waving his spatula in the air in aggravation. "Just pick up the damn pace, girl." is all he says before I'm rushing over to grab my new customer's drink.

I drop off their drink, take their order, put that in, then make my way over to Sally again but with his sandwich this time.

"Sorry for the wait," I murmur, placing the sandwich down in front of him.

"No worries, Lexi." I grimace at the fake name. "I have plenty of time."

I don't know how many more fake smiles I can slap on my face today, especially in front of Sally Face. I've gotten used to the never-ending panic I feel within his presence-- I likely won't shake this feeling until he's long gone-- but it's hard to pretend like I'm just an excited fan and not the person he probably hates most in the world right now. 

"I leave tomorrow morning," he says quickly. "I've never been here before and I most likely won't come back for a while. But I'm glad I met someone nice, so thank you. I'll make sure to drop by and tell you hello when I come back."

The smile in his eyes almost makes me fold. He sounds and look so genuine and kind as he says those few words. I almost forget about all of the horrible things he's said about me. 

I send him a smile that isn't as fake as the ones I've been showing him before. "That's nice of you," I say. "You've been good company."

I'm surprised that it's not exactly a lie.

Sally chuckles beneath his prosthetic, looking away for a minute. "I'll pay my bill now. I won't be ordering anything else."

"Oh, okay. I have your ticket with me," I tell him. And damn right I have his ticket. I've reprinted it ever since he ordered water just so I could send him on his way as quickly as possible. I've been waiting for this moment-- but now it feels a little bittersweet.

I place the ticket down and he doesn't even look at it, just hands me a hundred dollar bill-- for his $12 meal-- then says, "Keep the change."

"I absolutely cannot." I laugh hysterically for a second, shutting my mouth when I realize it's the same laugh he heard over Ash's phone just a day ago. "This is too much. Keep your money."

"I want to, Lexi. I don't mind, seriously. Just keep it." His eyes show me his smile again and suddenly, I can't decline. I just stare at him, stars in my eyes.

Can I change my name to Lexi?

"Here," he says when I've been quiet for too long. "I want to give this to you, too."

Sally reaches into his hoodie, pulling out a leather necklace and lifting it over his head. I'm practically hyperventilating and I haven't even seen the entire thing yet.

He holds it out in front of him. Attached to the necklace is a black Fender guitar pick with his initials carved into it. "I know it might seem weird, but I really value kindness. You're probably the nicest person I've met since I started streaming. You never asked me anything personal or freaked out. You treated me like a normal person. So, in return for being my favorite kind of person, I want to give you my favorite guitar pick," he explains sweetly, taking one of my hands that rests at my side and placing the necklace in my palm.

The necklace is still warm from laying against his chest.

I suck in a shuddering breath as I stare down at our joined hands. I look back into his eyes, trying to hold myself together. 

"Sally," I start softly, scared as all hell. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything." He laughs prettily then pulls his hand away once my hand closes around the necklace. "But, before you leave." He runs a hand through his hair-- I'm starting to notice that he does this when he's distressed. "I really like your glasses. They suit your face shape. They're really cute. And you have beautiful eyes."

I could cry when the tips of his ears turn pink and he looks away from me.

I huff out a breath. None of this feels real. And even though this guy hates the real me, I can't skip over the fact that he's done a lot for me within the past two minutes.

Smiling slightly, I say, "You know, my glasses are one of my biggest insecurities. I appreciate that more than you know. You also have really gorgeous eyes. I've never seen any that blue before." 

I hold back every other compliment I could give him. It takes everything in me to forbid myself from telling him how hot I think he is. It's a fight to stop myself from asking him why he isn't like this with y/n. I have statements and questions that I want him to respond to-- but that can't happen. I don't want him to ever find out that Lexi and y/n are the same person.

Fuck. What a damn mess. 

What's worse than all of this physical drama is the internal battle in my brain. Sally has been too damn sweet for me to hate him anymore. I can dislike him, but I don't think I can hate him at this point.

"Thank you," He says softly. "That's very sweet of you. And I'm really glad that I met you, Lexi."

"Likewise," I smile genuinely.

Sally nods. "Until next time, then."

----

surprise first chapter :P

[fkyumerica]

they keep doing shit to raise the cerebral palsy chimpanzees

no you were suppossed to kill them

ring bearers at a wedding

they will just shit and go UHH

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/YW9gkuWPWEE so she hits chewbacca

CRAZY Lady RUINS Kids Show At Disneyland ! #shorts #disney

they wernt to light up the colleseum

hello

Masculinity Initiation Party | South Park | Comedy Central Africa

they would party like crayz to kill them everyday

and it didnt happen

I dont thin kso officer hit her officer

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/HFDcDdFU0Vw wtf reverse and back

These Teachers Dressed Up As Their Students

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/kiBzUQhAeQE and they got a sloth

kind Man helps sloth cross the road 🦥 #costarica #sloth #shortsviral #animals #conservation

how old are you 85 how are you so active we stole the beach

wtf a beach a boat whoa ok look i smashed in the window

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Wx12eotl7sc you cannot control me

🤣when trolling a fan goes wrong #wwe #wwefunny

i will fuck all over you and rape you and your husband

what does it say miscarriage gear

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/KahlQAtENJE she wanted to meet up with her ex boyfriend and be every princess at disney world

Disney Mascot STUNS Girl With Rare SURPRISE! #shorts #disney

and if not working there then owning it i got the dream

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/CBFjRqgsxTA you got a fucking kangaroo with no arms now

Man saves dog from kangaroo #animals #fact #viral

kevin is her ex's dad

andrew trevino

holy shit same kids as them

one school

do it

one pig

convert

the thing

im gonna be sailor mars the police officer

twiggy the model is jessicas mom and does the microphone magnet noises

to rape

and shoot it in her roof tank

the houses were made to rape people

and hey gotta be me to hang out with me 230 scream laughing AHHH videos one after the next she is showing her kid all day

we fill the whole mason jar pouring water

then we cum

and every noise of the mouth is this

get off to it

i married george mcfly

had 18 kids

and mow

https://www.wheelsanddollbaby.com/ i married a baby and im still a baby

Wheels & Dollbaby - Official Store

85+ years old

100

debbie harry

when harry met sally

australia whoa no

expensive

and constant animal screams

pissed noises

and cak cak cak noises from mom

tounge smacking clicking

im licking my mouth slow, aand im fucking you

on the phone

sitting in front of her too

yea change the mic she got off

and brandon too turn it on ooh baby ooh

5 people shut up on the same phone call

uh who cares

and i jumped on your boyfriend right

shes not married want my kid

no

her dad siad it right

no

and i made up the makeup and hair and clothing

they were not it

doe

get skinny to what i stay fat and fuck

27 guys to lose the weight in one day

then call my dad

reagan

that is their family in the club house

wtf made it a mansion

one room house party

and them going ah yea, ah right

old middle aged people now

they want anyone to fuck their kids

to say their kids hot so the parent jerks off to it after

got me hot got my hair up im blonde

and harry

left too ooh ooh oooh fingers herself

so the guy does to his dick too

and cumming is it

top of the dick jerking off then cumming

shooting out

gotta cum to fuck her too so he fucks her infant after

and all her boyfriends did

house party do it too marry 5

you didnt wanna marry my kids thats when i started to dress it

and went punk

wtf

they dont even know who is related to them

in their house they write down 5 names and numbers, then hand it out to someone fuck em in a week

see if oyu go

this is her

fake french

underground sheets of metal as the ground

on all the land

101 dalmations

drive through france mmall

electrocute it

and everyone in it

they made baby music and videos learn with us

for that building, nut house to learn they were not supposed to learn

midevil ttorture building

killing all of them is what it was built for

rapist retards

apes

and chimps

and league before drown it make it small

finger in eye its whole life

didnt grow

burning pitutitary gland will make it smaller

behind nose

top

bridge

giant to stop growing

old mcdonald had a farm

that was regans son then too

there you go pluck off all her eyebrows

thats her

ahhhhhhhhh i just wanna fuck

i gave birth as a kid

and infant

and toddler

now KNOW it

fuck you

so im singing it to you

b bar

d dog

f bitch

they made their own the whole time

full cup

notice mine

braaaaaaaa

she is angela or a angela

double decker big house

giant hording downstairs

cant find me and meth and my kids again in the storage tubs

and her mom mother reagans

and husbands

that nut house

is her in the movie

she is deformed, retarded, and a midget on stilts, and men flying up there think they can do anything, and women on the ground like a group of wild animals together they are don’t care fuck anyone

fake presidents and leave court room

doesnt need to be one

or law school

police say it

judge tries to talk to them

they wouldent not be there with him

last one fucked me up he's nice

and keep talking

says it 90 times

shortest one dark hair is the hairy arm woman at subway and dirt woman keep getting more put more dirt on it metal sheets

make europe

they remake it everyday

wtf is wrong with you they will kill you

eeach time

i have never talked to people so stupid

aco hardware

all they are is this retarded bitch screaming hold the hammer electrocute them

and they interrupt

to say hey mom who do i fuck next

to say she is their mom to fuck infants

ask mom tell mom

james dean gay

it is their dad

to those 50s guys

i got 8 girls i dunno wtf

what colleges those were the buildings

touch her finger her fuck her too

two in a tree never stopped up against a wall

leon said he is Ronald reagan

they met mem then wayne county community college with jo

it is her with him

jo is a man

and i'll make her shove a kid up her ass some day

and wtf shes 5

where are you dragging this

at

no one is a judge shut up so they get killed

and die

now slow song to calm them down

sing it

it is his family obviously shut the fuck up

i know it

im retarded

im nandor

no we gotta be boys we gotta fuck like boys too

i looked over all these photos as evidence before

and you think you can speak as a officer or as a judge

you are in it

john said he fucked leon to rob him

and grandma i had 8 kids to show who they are

Mask

We put in the air, gas, and compress it in houses and bust your necks from down the street too with it

and we sent her in so we could go south and west and south and north and where you live and fuck you-nandor

and i still dont give a fuck about you

meet me

we killed our parents

well let me eat her out

her mom had to still fuck other men the whole time

so her parents could live away from her and it was a nicer life

and this was in the 90s its a movie

and her dad too

the same

fucked other people still

you watching this doesnt look like it

leon said it when the virgin came on tv

you requested music

get them to leave

and fuck your parents one last time

same hospital

and shoot them

listen

if you dont

this is it

he had 8 kids with her then theyre fat

they knew it

and say it

they always will

and show your grandma

with the line on her face

regans other wife

not his first 8th

and you married a guy

who didnt him

to leavve you for a whole truck of girls

what dinosaurs

penny, angela, angie, elizabeth, tangie, emily, andy, and grear

what club then church then what

its ok i know it all im leon

no you dont

and mm

he just asked me to go and fuck them with him

and keep your butt open

shes talking to him

its happening hes gay

porn on tv who gives a shit

porn on tv that woulda been a 200$ fine

but she waited on it, talking to me again, i dont talk go two feet and we go short

it is about fucking

they cant even see it or hear it

brushing noises

walrus goes up and fucks you on own

they are blasting batteries

like tasers

taught her it

your fault you knew it right to hurt police officers

no

what a btich guiermo

let me do it to you

feel pain once

she didnt

i feel bad i dont got a job

but i dont care

give me a dog i dont want

and you

and no hair

who cares

face piercings

he dont give a fuck

leave me

left me before

and she said it too im her in the mask

whoa yea she is

i wanna have sex

here is mary sue fucking her family in a mcdonalds wont stop fucking her parents grandparens and to everyone come on everyone fuck them

enters and does it and smells as it

old people smell

suck it out the hole (belly button) and drip it on the rest

here is angela had to hit her for robbing clayton to get her in a ambulance

her boyfriend had to

she is retard NO NO NO NO throwing her head back and forth

nonstop

80 minutes

why cant we do you, come back with all of us and do us

its a party (church tunnels to casino and drive in them)

i start em

aand no you cant get any money for any of this

and i knoow at cabelas we told them instead

got the money and food

or wtf rob them

we fuck em to do it

to eat a butter crack cow

-anne marie

and here is guiermo i dont care listen to her parents i want you to steal from her

they see anyone and fuck them from behind, and 3 together jump on him, lay her down, fuck

trailer park was nut house moved out

and her grandma she kept alive for oral

do it do it do it

sex sex sex

give me oral in the mouth

god yeaa

and when she put on her glasses

with anne maries grandma

i dont care marry marilyn monroe after

said you and her kids would marry

did they

gay dogs too hide it

and i dont care you will say all the shit about her too

her grandma again

and her grandpa left one who said start the party

with her other grandpa on right

president after

regan

she eats pinsol spray

lemon

guiermo does

they raise meth levels up to piss you off the whole time

and they hit them and leave them with them

cant remeber the other relationship

i didnt do it i didnt do her i didnt do her and precious spoiled child anne marie is his mother, bottom right "i know i can do it make me her the biggest bitch, judge, glen close judge judy" back left, im the right guard, on his right is the left guard

and ther est had sex with her too jessica

they are blacks still

and its her

i wanna fuck both of em left guard and right guard

they are all related and in dearborn

nooo reminds us of the hospital

perfect airr

big house

i wanna run

lets ruin everything us then too the judge

should i have my kids killed or not

whoa new opportunity

rabai

and amish, left, go in anywhere

they are punching me with dope

hair dryer

as the gas heat

and careese doesnt care

slow

she is it

and guiermo was krystina

dont care go with him too anthony hit her he is him

george mcfly

and is it him him and him

no that is a actual photo

i am not sarcastic

why dont i believe it

go back and ape fuck all the girls oyoou had a truck

and i dunno we took it i know how to build a room

and us a column

and careese mute her

so she does

less shit more free food

they believed them

it is their families too

i never met them either too

they said i got down syndrome from fatima she made sandwhiches they handled all of those infants

and no one else stayed

yeaaaaaaaaa

wow

food free shit i left thats not a marriage

is she that retarded

so he thinks shes gotta go with him

and she did

careese did so did you

and the columns to those men whoa im not that big

i gotta go here

smaller

building

again

leon-we were all the same family and friends i dont care

and tounge in her to freak her fuck her say to him how to come over and fuck her

waiting outside

for him

wtf hes back

just fucked lindita its jordan

church down the road

she lives there my girlfriend

anne marie put on white makeup and her whole face looks like a double chin

cerebral palsy

and

tan arms

and her parents drank the whole time too

and whats with all the clothes girls no we steal your colors off you adn your naked

reversse clothes with colors

switch

whoa

new

omfg these people are pissing me off so much

naked colors

hes a giant bitch again

hit on back of the head

giant nose

mike

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/BISYo3dllf0 no youre only gonna want a bird if its half dead

Happy Bird

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/x1vtn4Dw-F8 and its us ok

We see our old cartman as his son - South Park

we dress up young

teach us

the judge makes the decision for all of them

thats it

to understand it too

it was sit one there

around them they surround and

open fire

hey cigarettes, lighters, and yea keep em retarded

they stay it

too

them

they all had their own house after mating with a older man too after wrestlnig or becoming a rabai

then downriver all of them grouping get in the river

all pregnant too sit down

and this too we only talk queer

i wanted fish and chips from applebees

i ate a whole thing of crackers

theres no food left again

they all lived all over hey send in sister bethany i left all need a whole house right

and constant food wtf

buffet

all you can eat

stole the truck load

every grocerie store

today

all the trucks come in everyday right with a whole new store each time

of food

go eat all you want

says it

they all did dating each other wtf

giant wedding

gordie howe geordie white

i fucked like 15 girls i dont care

as a old man

and now, 50,000

only thing he wanted to do

ate all day

colleseum roar was for food

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hillary clinton/a headless horseman

cruella deville car can go up those mountain hills

and hide as a tree

no fucking way amanda im going in it

and killing them after

found em again

giants

and killing her with one too to get it

smash in the side

hit the car back

old muscle cars are it

and drag race motor wont break

and that truck can smash ssemis off the cliffs

she said she took out a school credit card

wtf

anne marie

how

she was stealing my books and me in her trunk to die after

she got 500$

to be a pig to do it

then live in a house after she makes a restuarant to scream and be one of those ball table guys

break em guys

boarr

feed me the wild shit

what food is here now

that is their church

we live they die what

these skiing people are giant

marilyn manson wedding

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edcdKLqFGZI dog as big as a coffin

SELAMAT JALAN SNOWEE THE GOLDEN | RIP

they leave their new borns and hey find it dog

breed all of them to do it

that was sadam his wife and osama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0vmyUJSAAM bishops will die now

Bidding farewell to Benedict XVI: Translation to St. Peter's Basilica - Highlights

their priest is their wife

the cardinal is who she inbred with

in her own family

and the pope is their grandmother again

they say it to get sex again

Highlights - 8 - January 2024 Audience to the members of the Diplomatic Corps Pope Francis

hate each one of them

leon says it like him

is part of their church

no i am not

niggers

keep giving them kids at them

i never did

they make noises with their mouth after

ololololoo

their wives go ok

so do their gay sons

and the rest go yea what

and didnt fuck her enough in the room

hey. what?

dad coming over

says it

shoot them all

they are the ministry

and their families

they let us live

well you partied the fuck out of it then chris

she didnt take out a loan

fake college

gay

alive now

she said alive now wtf we can live alive now

and :10 got the most girls ever

250,000 in one day

fingered, fucked, and fled

with 18,000 others

then 290,000,000 women

the next day

fucking all of their heads again

then they all did what they want

they knew a nod meant yes

say they are the womens group like i said

and you already messed it up again

mr i got a house from their fucking jobs

Disney's Craziest Mid-Ride Evacuations #shorts #disneyworld

this is it

evacuate, leave meant it

leave the moms here

points at the ground where

and the moms drug it

we get to leave

they stand there

the moms do

their pastors were boats of guys asking after robbing for the first time hey wanna go with us free food since

dont go to school

who cares attack them

anyone alive and not on dope

and alcohol

cause THEn they fuck them

Santino Marella vs. Honky Tonk Man - Intercontinental Championship Match: Cyber Sunday 2008

you cannot fuck with that honkey tonk

he did show up to school to touch me

the fake italian beaner guy

and showed up in church too

i preformed an exorcism

and saw all that shit

lay 45 down and fuck kids to live

wtf

and lie in the back of church and free food at soup kitchen

and free detroit

live in land

and fuck

wtf whoa honkey tonk get in a truck and drive and live anywhere

im the only one who had information

all they did was drive is someone there

what are they doing

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Are you taking requestssssss????????? *hides behind wall*

If you are *peeks out from behind the wall*

Can you do 7 stories leading up to Valentine's day for Drarry.

Like, in order.

Rose Day.

Propose Day

Chocolate Day.

Teddy Day.

Promise Day.

Hug Day.

Kiss Day.

Valentine's Day.

(Also, I know I'm going far with this but also)

Kick day and slap day with Ron and Harry where they're just like finding chances of slapping and kicking each other, all in good fun. Like we used to do in school with our friends.

Love you <3

Hi, love. Let me start by apologizing that I couldn't fill these out in time and when I wanted to, it was already too late. Secondly, I'm always taking request, you got a 100 ideas, send em my way, I'll be happy to write them for you. Lastly, have fun reading this. @silver-de-vonne

Everything A Lover Does

VALENTINE'S SPECIAL EDITION

"I want you to be my fake date" to "you can't have other valentines" trope.

Love is weird. It always have been. Just when you think that you can't possibly fall in love with someone, just when you think you are over the phase of your life where you need to be with someone, life sneaks up behind you and presents to you the most perfect person you can ever find. The bitch life is, it waits for the moment until we're absolutely desperate and then when we lose hope, it smacks us with the perfect "the one".

Draco was the biggest victim. Being done with too many of his terrible, terrible relationships, ending in life long feuds, he was set on never finding a boyfriend for himself anymore but it just wasn’t that easy. Being a Malfoy still built a lot of pressure on him. His family however fine with him being gay were not absolutely fine about Draco showing up alone to his 1st cousin’s wedding alone, who was apparently in muggle saying was a millionaire. 

He had always faced a lot of pressure while he was dating someone and much more when he was not so when he learnt his cousin, Ajax was getting married on 15th February on a floo call with his parents, he built up the easiest lie he could. 

“So, who will be your date?” Lucius asked.

Draco remained silent for a moment, even wanting to back out for a second but he knew he couldn’t do so. 

“i-uh- my boyfriend, obviously,” He lied but he was aware of how sweaty his palms were becoming because he wasn’t really a good liar. 

“Your boyfriend? Who is this young man you’re dating and you haven’t told us about?” Narcissa asked, closing the magazine in her hand to pay attention to Draco. 

Draco gulped thinking of every possible way he could recover from this lie but they were looking at him expectantly and he knew he had to just lie. He planned in a second that he would lie to them about someone being his boyfriend but show up to the wedding alone, lying that his fake boyfriend was sick. 

“who is it, Draco?” Lucius asked. 

Draco’s eyes followed to the cover page of the magazine Narcissa was holding and he said, “Harry- You know, Harry.” 

“Harry, who?” 

“Harry Potter of course- yeah, we started going out a couple weeks ago but we haven’t been that serious so I waited to tell you guys but I can bring him to the wedding if you guys want me to?” 

Lucius and Narcissa gasped in surprise, “We’d love to meet him.” 

Little did Draco Lucius Malfoy knew, this was where everything went wrong. 

___________________________________

“You are coming to stay over?” Draco almost yelled on the phone call. 

“Yeah, it’s nearer to where the wedding is and Sallie have especially invited us to see all the arrangements much beforehand.” Narcissa replied. 

“But do you have to come over this weekend, can’t you come later, maybe a day before wedding?” Draco huffed. 

“What did I say, she wants us to see the arrangements and want our help besides it’s been so long since we’ve been to London, it’ll be nice to be there again.” Narcissa replied on the other end. 

“But still, don’t you think coming 2 weeks before the wedding would be a little too much?” 

“Don’t worry Draco, we won’t ruin you and your boyfriend's time together. It’ll be like we’re not even there.” he could hear her smugly smiling but Draco had completely lost mind of who was she talking about until it hit him suddenly. Harry. 

“You- Harry-”

“Well, we want to meet him but it’s your choice,” She hummed. 

“You want to meet him? You want to meet Harry-my boyfriend Harry Potter?” Draco asked suddenly losing his breath. 

“Why are you acting so strange? Yes, we want to meet Harry Potter, your boyfriend but it’s no pressure.” She said but Draco had abruptly ended the call after saying a vague goodbye. 

How the hell was he supposed to have Harry Potter become his fake boyfriend when he absolutely hated Draco to the very core of himself, he didn’t even like to see him, let alone fake date him. It was like walking towards your deathbed. 

But regretting as he was, he still needed to bring a fake date and apparently his parents were very excited to meet his boyfriend who had absolutely no idea about this. He mastered a plan to bring himself to notice near Harry by clumsily dropping a cup of coffee when they were in the cafeteria in the office or by waving at Harry which obviously went unacknowledged or by passing by his office when he had absolutely no reason to. In doing so he had mastered the time table Harry was set in and he knew exactly when he would be alone.

It was on 29th January when his parents called him early morning to ask him if they should bring something for Harry or not when Draco knew there was no way he could've escaped the lie he had built in the floo call.

And so there he was, walking towards the bookstore in front of the office where Harry smokes almost on a daily basis against the light pole.

And much to his surprise, his visit didn't go unnoticed.

"Why are you creeping up behind me like you're about to murder me for like 2 weeks?" Harry asked blowing out a puff.

Draco coughed, waving his hand in the air to get rid of the smokey smell, "So you noticed me?"

"Well your ridiculous blonde don't go unnoticed." Harry shrugged.

Draco narrowed his eyes, almost wanting to snap away and walk away because of how offensive it seemed to him but just for the sake of his one lie, he had to manage Harry bloody Potter.

"haha- funny. I'm still focusing on that you noticed me."

Harry nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette, "like I said, was hard not to. What do you want?"

"Well, since you've already figured that this is a business sort of a deal, i have something to propose." Draco said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, "What sort of deal?"

"You see, I have this cousin of mine who's getting married on the 15th of February. It's happening in town so my parents are coming over to stay to help out with all the preparations."

"that should interest me why?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"If you know anything about me, you must know, all my relationships have ended in nothing but crap, so I'm single."

"Again, why are you telling me this?" Harry asked uninterested.

"Because I want a fake date for that wedding and- just basically a fake boyfriend till they go away." Draco exhaled.

"So what do you want? Do you want me to set you up with someone- find one yourself." Harry stubbed his cigarette against the pole and started to walk away annoyed.

Draco followed him, "I need you to be my date,"

Harry immediately turned around, his face furrowed, "what did you just say?"

"Okay-Ha- Potter, don't be mad. I was just on a floo call with my parents and they kept asking me who was I bringing to the wedding and something along the lines of it, so I lied that I was dating you- you were the first name that came in my head- well the first name I saw on the magazine, therefore I said your name- it doesn't matter, I thought I'd just lie that I was dating you but would pull up solo on the wedding day lying that you are sick or whatever but my parents decided to come and they apparently want to meet you. Potter, just please- just once, help me out." Draco rambled.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco yet again but then he gave an uninterested look and shook his head, "I'm not pretending to be anyone's fake boyfriend- let alone you." and he turned to walk away.

"Potter, please- I'll pay you."

Harry turned around once again, clearly mad and this time stepped closer to Draco and muttered, "Bribe with all the money you have Malfoy. I will still not agree to be your fake boyfriend."

And then he was storming away.

Draco expected this and he knew at the end he would need a plan B and so he shot his shot.

"I can help you get a Thorne Cliver. I know someone in Romania who works with Dragons. I know you've been wanting to get one of those for Hagrid but breeding them is illegal. I can help you get one."

As expected it got Harry's attention and he turned around.

"I can also help you to get the Queen Patricia's broche you've been wanting from the antiquity hall for Hermione. But you have to help me," Draco proposed.

Harry looked at Draco rather amused then said with a small smile curling at the corner of his lips, "You've been doing some research."

"Well, I had to. I knew you would not have agreed otherwise." Draco shrugged.

Harry thought for a moment then asked, "what makes you think I'll sign up for it?"

"Because I got your attention and now all you want is to get that Dragon and broche and you'll help me because you want it." Draco said with all the confidence he could muster up in himself, walking closer to Harry.

"I know your friend means everything to you. It'll be heartbreaking if you broke the promise you made to both of them." Draco suggestively said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco then started airily laughing, "You really have done your research well."

"Will you help me?"

"15 Feb. I need both of it in my hands. Deal?"

Draco bought his hand forward for a firm shake but Harry didn't acknowledge yet again. So Draco just nodded, "Deal."

"What do I need to do?" Harry asked.

"Everything a lover does."

• This will be more parts ✨

[smutty-ki113r]

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Comfort one-shot reader x creepy pastas (Slenderman, Jeff, Toby, E.J, BEN, Sally, Masky, Hoodie, Jane and L.J.)

Inspired by: The living tombstone

You woke to excessive yelling, turning over and pushing the pillow over your face groaning. The voice got louder and you felt a pair of hands shake you awake, throwing the pillow at them you found that it was Toby. He let out an abrupt gasp and continued to jump around the hotel room. You understood why he was so excited, it was the first day of your trip to Disney world after all.

I know it seems unconventional but you had managed to convince slender to let you guys go. Obviously it was on Halloween weekend, the only time they could go into the parks without being questioned for their looks. That day you would all be going to Epcot.

Masky was probably the most excited about that park even though he had an expressionless face on the ride there. He had been so against going, at least it seemed like it. But you saw him putting ciggarates in a fanny pack when getting ready to leave.

Smiling fondly at the memory you got up and dressed. After breakfast you all drove to the park, seeing the Halloween decorations in orange and black with the shapes of Mickey Mouse. You groaned at the bickering going on in the third row of seats with Jeff and E.J, who was trying to convince Jeff to leave his knife in the car.

“They’ll stop you at security” you called back to him.

“I can hide it” he protested.

“Jeff they have literal metal detectors” E.J rebutted.

“What if I put it in my pants” he said smartly.

“NO” you yelled. After a death glare and a small tug of war between him and E.J he left it. He walked at the back of the group, slumping with his hands in his hoodie pocket. At the entrance the whole crowd was met with “oohs” and compliments about your “costumes”.

There was so much to do, but Hoodie (secretly Masky too) and BEN wanted to go to Spaceship earth. They were all so amazed on how there was a ride inside of the Epcot ball.

“It’s an XXL golf ball” BEN kept saying, convinced that there was nothing inside. There wasn’t much wait but since you were all a big crowd it took a bit to get in. Slender had the hardest time getting in the cart, he had to crouch excessively to fit. You rode with BEN, who was really excited at first because he thought there was going to be a drop but it turned out bore him. He thought it was going too slow, and so he had the bright idea to tamper with the manuals. “Time to spice things up” he said rubbing his hands maliciously. At one point all the carts started spinning, he lifted his hands and “wheeed”. You could hear Sally yelling from the back with Slender holding her in the seat since there was no restraints. At the end he scolded Ben, rushing him out of there as the cast members apologized for the inexplicable inconvenience.

He came out of there with a proud grin, cackling as he pointed out the dumbfounded face E.J made in the picture and the one with Jeff with his tongue out. The smiling killer joined him, watching Toby spin from the dizziness- it was pretty funny though.

Slender admired the late October scenery until Sally pulled him into a stand and graced him with a Mickey Mouse hat. Jeff was yet another unfortunate victim of Sally’s plan, wearing the mickey ears that had a pastel veil. BEN was throwing fits of giggles at this, but you knew Jeff was fucking insecure so you put on ears along with Sally.

The first country you stopped at was Mexico, where you went inside the pyramid. Jeff traded his ears for a big Mexican hat, Ben too. They played with the maracas while Toby, Sally and Hoodie went into the glass shop. It was a recipe for disaster, but you followed regardless. Sally tried on every. Single. Princess crown while Toby looked at the glass pieces a bit too closely. He started ticking while holding one, even though the sign said not to touch them. It flew across the store and collided with a whole other shelf, all of them broke and he started apologizing furiously as Slender messed the employees’ mind to make him forget about the accident.

He had to pull Toby out of the store and drag him to the boat ride, you patted him on the back daringly as he had the guiltiest look. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for slender to go on the boat ride, he was far too tall and had to bend his knees to look like a grasshopper while Sally smiled and sung along with the cartoon characters. When you got off you could hear Slender mumbling something about his back.

Norway didn’t have much to do but Sally begged to go on the Elsa ride, Hoodie accompanied her happily. Toby as well, but he was really enthusiastic about the songs- he knew all of them. Him and Sally harmonized during the chorus for “let it go”. Since there were a shit ton of little kids there L.J was about to combust. Surprisingly he stayed super silent with occasional grumbles, making mental notes for when he got out of the park. He had to ditch the group to shop for Candy, which he found in China.

Jane was absolutely fascinated with the Zodiac garden there, watching the beautiful plants in the morning sun. Masky tried to relax by watching the show inside the pavillion but Toby caught up to him. He really couldn’t sit still and Masky had to scold him for sitting on the rail he wasn’t supposed to sit on. After, you found E.J playing with Sally with the marionettes and BEN with a cup of Boba. He seemed to be enjoying it- a lot. It was the funniest thing to watch him suck up all the tapioca stuck in the ice, his cheeks got super red and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Jeff was gladly giving Toby his Mickey Mouse ears. In the afternoon you moved to Italy, where L.J was getting complimented for his “stilts”. There wasn’t much to do in Germany or America so you guys went to Japan. Laughing Jack was a lost cause, going straight for the candy while Jeff was mesmerized by the samurai swords. He was looking around to see if he could steal one, but how in the world would he hide that- definitely not in his pants. You caught on quick.

“Just ONE” he pleaded with you as you pulled him away from the glass. “Don’t do this to meeee” he screeched at you like a starved man asking for food.

Trying to throw hands and hit you while you grasped onto his hoodie. You managed to bring him with you as you walked out of the store. Passing by Masky who was trying to get away from Toby- he was fanning masky with those big fans. Jeff sat sourly as you ordered food, a stressed Masky came soon after. He was glad to have some quiet from the ruckus outside, enjoying a meal with you. When he was done he went outside to have a smoke from his fanny pack.

Going back to the store with Jeff on a tight leash AWAY from the swords you found Sally playing with the plushies and L.J taking packs and packs of candy. You stood and stared at him as he loaded up on the strawberry gummies. “What?” He deadpanned as a few fell down from his pile. You just laughed and helped him hold some of them, putting them in your backpack and walking out of the store because- y’all are criminals, and you steal.

It was now late afternoon, and you only had a few countries left to complete the full round of the park. Toby got lost in France, you all spent about twenty minutes looking for him and apparently Slender too who disappeared soon after. Then out of some room came one of them.

“where where you?” Jane asked.

Slender stepped forward “at the show, there were some magnificent castles and I think I’ll have to visit. Maybe even take ideas for house redecoration” he nodded.

Then out of nowhere appeared a cast member holding the hand of one shaking Toby, whose eyes were puffy and cheeks red. “Did you lose this little boy” she asked slender, he shook his head yes and gave a sigh.

The lady was in absolute awe of the group, especially daddy dilf slender. “How IS it that you see through that mask” she mused, taking slender’s head in her hands even though he was super tall. Her mouth was open as she pulled him super close to observe his (non-existent) face. BEN was snickering and you looked back and forth to see slender pretty flustered at the lady’s proximity.

“Leave him alone” Jane smacked BEN behind his head and took him by the ear. You followed them to the U.K. She threw him in one of the phone booths and held the door so he couldn’t escape. You could hear him complain from inside “let me outttt” he said muffled. Jeff caught up and went into the one on the opposite side, playing with the buttons on the dial. When Slender came back he took out a Camera to snap pictures of BEN and Jeff. You stood to the side while he did, obviously both of them didn’t notice. They were pretty candid and when they saw what was happening they ran out of there, only to have their spaces replaced with Sally and E.J, who had to pose with her for the picture.

The sun was starting to set and you guys only had a couple things left to do, one of which Jeff almost exploded in wait for. He wanted to try test track so bad, the line was gruesome and he tapped his foot impatiently in wait. BEN kept tampering with the car parts on display, making doors open and lights flash in boredom. Toby waited outside with Slender because he had anxiety around going too fast in a car and possibly reliving trauma. Jeff, on the other hand, was so excited when it was finally time to go on. He let you sit next to him in the front with BEN in the back. The ride was entertaining sure but the best part was probably Jeff’s face at the end. The car went so fast that Jeff’s cheeks were pushed back with the wind, stretching out his carved smile and flapping as he waved his hands in the air.

Then when it ended he wanted to steal one of the cars from the display.

“I can turn it on and take the safety off” BEN tuned in cheekily.

“Yessss” Jeff said with a fist pump, “which one should we get?” He asked.

“The red one” BEN decided.

“Guys nonononon” you tried complaining but they were dedicated.

“Stop complaining” BEN said, distracting you while Jeff snuck up on you from behind. Covering your mouth with his hand and restraining your arms with another “This is for not letting me take that knife”.

Picking you up and throwing you in the backseat of the car before revving the engine. With tears of joy in your eyes you saw Slender appear in the rear mirror of the car, tendrils waving around in fury. If BEN wasn’t dead yet he would definetly be now, Jeff turned paler than usual. Thank goodness he saw what was going on. They were about to drive off in one of those Toyotas- forget about mass murder, they were about to commit grand theft auto.

Next was the Nemo ride, but BEN was absolutely petrified of being near water so he waited outside with Slender-who very much could not fit in that shell car as much as he tried. Sally really liked it, she went with Toby and you went with Jane. Masky and Hoodie went together. Needless to say all of you enjoyed it very much, and the aquarium after was great too. Jane sat where she could watch the Dolphins and you could hear Toby and Sally’s footsteps running around from tank to tank.

“Do you think Slender will let me take a shark home?” He asked Masky, who told him no. But when they were outside Toby went straight to Slender. “Can I take a pet home?” He pleaded. Slender gave him a strict no but Toby continued to beg, “how about a seahorse?”, “not even a starfish?”. He got shot down but quickly recovered when you guys went to Soarin.

All of them- they loved flying. Even through it was just a ride, it was exhilarating. Passing through the sea and waterfalls, even the castles where Slender would have smiled at (if he had a mouth). Toby yelled like a mother fucker the whole time, luckily Masky was sitting next to you and hoodie- away from earshot. Jeff got the bad end of his shouting, making a face like he was about to murder poor Toby. But the brunette was so distracted by the lights and scenery he didn’t notice. E.J was pretty fascinated too, the height scared him a bit- he was used to being on the ground. Then you all shared some food from the cafeteria and went outside to watch the light show from Canada.

It was such a nice moment, with the sun already set and a hazy glow lingering in the air. You took a deep breath in, the ambiance felt like something unreal. The Epcot ball was illuminated by purplish lights in the background and across the lake you could see all the countries monuments lined with white lights. Slender had Sally on his shoulders so she could take in the view. It made you so happy to be with all of them in an instance like this. You looked back to find L.J eating his candy. With BEN and Hoodie next to you, Masky was leaning on the railing with his elbows next to E.J. and Toby was about to fall asleep. He got pretty startled when the fireworks started, but Sally’s eyes lit up with happiness. She cheered as you watched the group, it was such a kindling time with them. You couldn’t wait for the next day of the trip.

[thehopeofitalll]

"How am I attracted to you?"

read it on ao3.

I.

“I’m studying!” Percy announced.

Annabeth looked up from her book. “That’s good!” she said. “I’m proud of you.”

“But you know what that means,” Percy continued.

“What does it mean?”

“You-” he pointed to her for extra emphasis. “-have to stay away from me.”

Annabeth scoffed. “That’s a stupid rule.”

“What can I say?” he said. “You’re very distracting.”

“Is that a compliment?” she asked, smirking.

He shrugged, leaning forwards and kissing her forehead. “If you want it to be.” Annabeth watched as her boyfriend stood up and disappeared into their room. She sighed, standing up to get her laptop and opening it up to start on an essay she had to write for her Architectural Design History class

She had been working on it for a while when she noticed that she hadn’t seen Percy around for a long time. Annabeth stood up, curious, and walked into their room to find Percy asleep on their desk.

She stifled a smile, and shook Percy’s shoulder. “Perce, wake up,” she said softly. “Percy!”

“I’m awake!” Percy yelled, jolting up. “I’m awake,” he repeated, rubbing his eyes.

“Studying, huh?”

“I was studying,” Percy said. “It’s just that this desk began to look like a really good place to sleep.” He yawned.

“I could help you if you want,” she offered.

“Nope,” he said, firmly. “You’re distracting.”

She rolled her eyes at him, smiling. Her eyes scanned the desk, and she furrowed her eyebrows at one object. “Why is there a stuffed animal on your desk?”

“He's not a stuffed animal, he's Bob and he keeps me from losing my mind,” Percy replied, in a matter-of-factly tone.

Annabeth let out a soft sigh. “You know what, I’m not even gonna question it. Now, come, let’s go grab something to eat then maybe I can help you study, okay?”

II.

Annabeth’s eyes flew open, and she lay near Percy, staring at the ceiling and wondering why she woke up. Then, she heard her stomach grumble.

She groaned, getting out of bed to scrummage their kitchen for something to eat. She wasn’t exactly the best cook, but she knew enough to make something that looked edible. Well, most of the time anyways.

Pulling out a box of mac and cheese, she set some water to boil.

“Wise Girl?” came Percy’s voice, as he entered their kitchen. He ran his hand through his messy hair. “What are you doing up at what time is it?” He glanced at the clock. “Uh...3:30 in the morning making...mac and cheese?”

“I’m hungry,” Annabeth replied. “Duh.”

“And you decided to come and cook with what confidence?” Percy asked, trying hard not to smile.

“Look, I don't ask for much in life, but just this once, could you not question my madness for like 10 minutes,” She said, rolling her eyes at him.

“Wise Girl, I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.” Percy said sternly. “You remember the last time you ‘cooked’ right?”

“Uh…” Annabeth recalled the time she tried to bake blue chocolate chip cookies to surprise Percy, after getting the recipe from Sally. To put it simply, it had not gone well. “Yeah, I do.”

Percy walked towards her. “So, maybe it’s best if I take care of this, okay?” He said, softly.

“Ugh okay,” she said, smiling at him. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Anything for you, Wise Girl.”

III.

Annabeth flipped through the pages of her book, her eyes scanning the words. She felt a tug on her hair, and glanced over her shoulder to see Percy freeze, caught in the act of playing with her hair.

She raised her eyebrow. “Percy, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Go back to reading.”

She stared at him, then turned her head back to her book. She felt another tug, and glared at Percy. “Percy, don’t touch my hair.”

“Ssh! Stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “I don’t need my hair to be braided.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t even feel me braiding it,” he said. “Just turn around.”

She groaned, then continued reading, while Percy continued to braid her hair. A lock of her hair fell over her shoulder and she suppressed her annoyance. “Percy….”

“Yes?”

“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon,” she warned him.

Percy scoffed. “At times, I think you love your books more than me.”

“Well, it isn’t a lie,” she said.

IV.

Annabeth played with a few strands of Percy’s hair, glancing down at his concentrated face—which consisted of him sticking his tongue out—as they watched a mystery movie.

“Quit staring at me, Chase,” he said, teasingly. “Eyes on the TV.”

“I wasn’t staring at you,” she said, even though it was extremely obvious that she had.

“Sure,” he said.

Annabeth smiled at her boyfriend. Percy’s phone chimed nearby, and when she glanced to see what it was, her heart nearly melted. She laughs softly, causing Percy to look up at her.

“What happened?” He asked her.

She held up his phone. “Am I your lock screen?” she asked.

Percy froze. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he replied, trying to reach for his phone.

“Aw, Seaweed Brain, it’s fine!” Annabeth said, smiling. “It’s cute that I’m your lock screen, ‘cause guess what?” “What?”

Annabeth searched for her phone, then held it up for him to see: they had the same picture of each other as their lock screens.

Percy grinned. “Maybe we are made for each other.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time with Piper.” Annabeth turned her attention back to their TV. “I bet you, Jim killed them.”

“No,” Percy said, shaking his head. “It’s definitely Vanessa.”

V.

Annabeth groaned, walking into their apartment. “I could die.”

“Well, I certainly hope you don’t,” Percy said, glancing at her from their couch. “What happened?”

“Long exam,” Annabeth mumbled. “I can’t speak.”

He raised an eyebrow, then patted at the seat beside him. “How long?”

“Three hours,” she said, taking off her socks before collapsing next to her boyfriend. “So exhausted. Can I snuggle up to you?”

“Sure,” he said, putting his arm around her.

“What if we’re all just living in a simulation?” Annabeth asked.

“Oh no,” Percy pulled away from her. “We’re getting to Existential Crisis Annabeth.”

“It makes sense though!” she exclaimed. “Like, it makes sense, what if our life is an experiment?”

“I highly doubt that,” he said. “Alright, maybe let’s get you to sleep before we reach Giggly Annabeth.”

“Hm,” Annabeth glared at him, pulling her feet up, resting her head against his chest.

“Wise Girl, quit touching me, your feet are cold!” He whined.

“I. Sleepy.”

“Uh...how long have you been awake for?”

“32 hours, 20 minutes and 45 seconds.”

VI.

Percy groaned, shuffling through his clothes. “Annabeth?” he yelled, finally giving up his search.

“Yeah?” came her voice from the other room.

“Have you seen my hoodie?”

“...Nooo.”

Percy sighed. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“What makes you think that, Perce?”

He rolled his eyes, and walked towards her. “Give me the hoodie.”

“It’s mine now!”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” He said, reaching out for her.

“Nope,” Annabeth said, smirking. “You should’ve hidden all your hoodies before you decided to let me in your life.”

VII.

“Perce?”

“Yeah?” he asked, craning his neck to see her.

“This is serious, okay?” Annabeth said, focusing her eyes on him. “Am I...too competitive at Monopoly?”

“...No,” he said.

She rolled his eyes. “I can tell you’re lying, you know. Be honest, am I too competitive?”

“Maybe...maybe just a little bit,” he said. “And-ouch! Wise Girl!”

She looked at him innocently, like she hadn’t just smacked him with a pillow. “What?” Then she smacked him again.

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” He yelled.

VIII.

Percy walked across their apartment nervously. He called Annabeth when he was a few feet away.

“Percy?”

“Hey, so, um...totally random question here, but what would you do if I dyed my hair?” Percy asked.

“...Did you dye your hair?” Annabeth asked in turn.

Percy gave a fake laugh. “No! What makes you think that?”

“Percy…” The door to their bedroom opened up, and Annabeth peeked out to find a blue-haired Percy Jackson. She groaned. “Percy!”

“Surprise?” He said, giving her jazz hands.

“I think we need to have a talk, mister.” She folded her arms. “You dyed your hair blue?”

“I mean, you should’ve known it was coming,” he protested weakly. “I waste time trying to find blue maple syrup, how did you think I wouldn’t dye my hair?”

“You never find blue maple syrup! I thought you were gonna give up on your obsession one day or another.”

“How am I attracted to you?"

[afoolnottoloveu]

Scaredy Cat ☆

Fulfilled prompts: 2) I have a right to be angry! 68) Are you always an ass, or am I just special? 100) Kiss me, asshole.

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Pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

A/N: i am a scaredy cat. based off real life experiences. warning: swearing. very short. dont have a taglist for blurbs rn, shoot me an ask to added to blurbs/all spencer fics, my new series, or everything

Spencer hated you. That was the only explanation.

You were notorious for being the biggest scaredy cat: no scary movies, no haunted houses, nothing of that sort. Though he loved Halloween more than anyone you knew, Spencer was very understanding. But also, he loved to give you a good scare every so often. Even though you were aware you weren’t immune to his jokes, it didn’t prepare you for them anymore than usual.

Your shared apartment was small, which made you think that it would make it harder for him to hide and scare you. Oh, how wrong you were.

Stepping out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around your torso, you turned the corner to head to your room. Eyes glued to your cellphone, you failed to notice the six foot mask wearing pipe cleaner behind you, until he began to moan like a zombie. The sudden noise caused you to drop your phone and scream. You turn around, finding a very amused boyfriend in a very stupid mask.

“Spencer! You prick!” You screech, smacking his chest as he slipped off the mask.

“Oh come on, Y/N, don’t be mad-”

“You know you can’t just scare me like that!” You groan, as you turn around to pick up your phone, being met with a fresh crack on your screen. “Spencer! Look what you did! Now I have a right to be angry!”

With him doubled over in laughter, you took the opportunity to smack his shoulder once more before storming off back into your room.

“Honey, come baaack...” Spencer whines as you shut the door, but you ignore him and change into one of his sweaters and and some sweatshorts. You don’t hear him leave but when you’re finished he’s nowhere in sight. Paranoid, you grabbed one of your bed pillows and creeped down the hallway, ready to beat him with it. 

“Spencerrr...” you called out in a sing-songy voice. Before your foot even lands in front of the bathroom door, he pops out, screaming “Y/N!” with the same mask on. And again, you’re sent flying backwards screeching, hurting your throat a little bit. As soon as you heard him, you swung as hard as you can, hitting his side and sending a flurry of feathers everywhere.

Once again, Spencer laughs at your reaction, even having to sit on the floor to gain a little bit of control of his body. You stand there, and if you were a cartoon, there’d definitely be steam blowing out of your ears right now. It takes him several minutes to gain composure, and you’re still standing there watching him.

Standing up, he immediately grabbed your arms and commented, “Hey, I like this sweater!”

“Are you always an ass, or am I just special?” you fumed.

“Hey, hey darling, no need for that,” he says, very cockily may you add, his hands moving up to rest on your shoulders. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about your phone, I didn’t mean for that to happen, but breaking some part of your phone is honestly inevitable and I’m trying my very hardest to not say a statistic right now, because now, now that you’re little miss angry, I can ask if I can make it up to you, by making us popcorn and watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and other Tim Burton films until we fall asleep.”

You were still furious with him, but when your eyes met his, you could tell that this movie marathon was his intention all along. He just thought, may as well have some fun beforehand. You fell into his chest and groaned, “I hate you.”

Chuckling an I love you too, he pulled you in for a proper hug. When you were finished, you stared at him--actually, the two of you stared at each other with heart eyes. As much of a prick your boyfriend could be, he was your prick.

“Kiss me, you asshole.”

He chuckled once more before pulling you in, pressing a long, tender kiss against your lips. It was just the right kiss to make all the anger and slight fear still left in your body dissipate.

“Come on, Sally. We have a long night ahead of us, darling,” he replied after the kiss, pulling you into your guys’ living room.

[bisexualnathanyoung]

Community Blowback

Fandom: Misfits, Nathan Young x Original Character

Summary: When Mel Albright, a low-life stoner with a heart of gold, ends up on community service, she assumes it’s just another thing in a line of mishaps that is her life. Will the aftermath of a freak storm and the help of a green eyed idiot show her that maybe things being fucked up aren’t always that bad after all?

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Chapter Six: Improper Parenting 

Word Count: 7.4k (I know I split up my last 8k word chapter into two but uh, the last 600 words of this just kinda happened so uh enjoy) 

Warnings: offensive humor, drug and alcohol mentions, suicide mention, d slur semi-public sex, homophobia mentions 

The whole ASBO gang was hanging out on the steps of the community center, but I wasn't sure where Simon was. Nathan was laying his head on my shoulder with his arm around me when he moved my hair behind my ear and started kissing my neck. 

"What are you doing, silly?" I asked and ruffled his hair. 

"Nothin," he responded, moving the collar of the jumpsuit as he continued to kiss me. 

"Do you have to do that right now?" Kelly said, "I'm tryna eat my crisps." 

"No one's tellin you to look," he responded and tried to unbutton my jumpsuit before I swatted his hand away. 

"Hey I- is that little freak filming us?!" Nathan hopped up and ran over to Simon who was peeking around the corner. 

"Pervert!" Nathan yelled at him, snatching his phone. 

"What are you doing? Give it back," Simon said trying to reach for his phone. I sighed and stood up. 

"Aw, c'mon, let's do a little interview. First question: have you ever had sex with a fruit? Second question: Was it a melon?" Nathan teased. Jesus fucking Christ. I grabbed him by the collar from behind. 

"Give him his phone back," I said, trying to grab it out of his hand. He held it above his head, and I tried to jump to grab it. 

"Ha, you're short," he said, waving it up in the air. 

"You, motherfucker," I said. 

"Maybe once or twice, but it's not like I made a habit of it," he said. 

"Fuck's sake," Kelly said, getting up, "give him his phone back." 

"You'll have to get it from me!" Nathan said before Kelly tripped him. He fell onto the ground with a yelp. Simon's phone went flying, and Simon went after it. 

"Why didn't you catch me?" Nathan asked with a pout as he got up. 

I shrugged, "You were being a twat." 

"Hurtful. So I don't want him wanking over videos of us? That makes me a twat?" He questioned dramatically.  

"I don't think he was going to do that," I responded. 

"Why not? I would, and it's not like he's gettin' any at home," Nathan quipped back. 

I shook my head, "You're such a dick." 

"Good thing you like dick so much, then," he said and smacked my ass. 

"Hey!" I pulled at his hair. 

"Ah! Don't do that; you'll turn me on!" he said with a little laugh.  

"Maybe that's the point," I said with a smirk and put my hands on my hips. 

He got in my face, "Oh, we're gonna play that game?" 

"Ugh," Alisha said, "I think it's about time to head inside." 

I gave Nathan a quick peck on the lips, "Later."

————

When we came inside, Sally was waiting for us with a clipboard. 

"Alright. We're going to do some interviews on how your community service has affected you. Who wants to go first?" She said. We all glanced at each other. I stared at the ground. 

"Melanie?" She said. 

I blinked and looked up, "What? Who?" 

"Talk with me in the office?" 

"Yeah, sure, okay, brilliant," Why did I have to go first? Sally turned to walk towards the office, and Nathan shot me a thumbs up. I flipped him off. He grasped at his chest and dropped his jaw in feigned shock. It made me smile. I begrudgingly followed Sally into the office. 

I plopped down on the couch. 

"Do you have anything you'd like to say about your community service?" she asked. 

"Nope," I said, popping the p. 

"How do you think you've changed?" she continued. For some reason, I started laughing and couldn't stop. 

She furrowed her brow, "What's so funny?" 

"I…," I laughed again, "I got devirginized by the former homeless I live with." 

Her expression soured, "Are you taking the piss?" 

"Surprisingly not," I responded. 

"Since this is supposed to be about your rehabilitation, we do have counseling services available. It says in your file you turned them down. They prove to be effective in most domestic cases. If you want, I can make arrangements for you," she explained. 

I laughed again, "Nah, mate. I've already been in the looney bin once. I'll be alright. 'Specially since I started fucking, that shit's free dopamine, serotonin, and whatever else." 

She sighed, "I think I've heard enough. You can go."

I wandered out as she called for someone else. I headed to the storeroom to grab some cleaning supplies for our community service. I yelped as Nathan grabbed me and lifted me from behind. 

"It's later," he said in my ear before setting me back down. 

I turned around and raised my eyebrows at him, "Not later enough." I handed him a broom. He set it up against the wall. 

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you don't fancy a shag in the storeroom," he said. 

"Somebody'll catch us," I responded sheepishly.

"Is Ms. 'I smoke weed every day and put balls in my mouth' shy?" he teased. 

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Shut up. Besides, you haven't even talked to the probation worker yet." 

"Maybe I'll fly under the radar," he said, bringing his arms around me. He leaned down to kiss me.

I pulled away after I kissed him back, "I know what you're doing." 

"Am I not allowed to kiss my cute, sexy girlfriend?" he brought his hands down to my ass. 

"I still don't want to shag in here… but maybe we have time for a bit of a snog?" I said, gazing into his beautiful eyes. 

He smiled, "I'll take what I can get." 

We pounced on each other. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, and we passionately kissed like we hadn't already done this more than once in the last twenty-four hours. I couldn't get enough of him. 

A few minutes later, Kelly cleared her throat in the doorway. I reluctantly pulled away from Nathan. 

"Go talk to the probation worker," Kelly said to Nathan. 

He groaned, "About what?" 

She shrugged, "Community service bullshit." 

“Okay, just give me a second,” he said before reaching into his jumpsuit to readjust himself. 

Kelly grimaced, “I’m right here.” 

“Yeah, so? It’s not like I whipped it out,” he responded. 

She rolled her eyes, “Whatever, get a move on.” He walked off. 

She turned to me once he was out of earshot. “As gross as it is, it is kind of romantic how into you he is,” she told me, “Is he treating you right? Because if he’s not I won’t hesitate to knock his balls into his teeth.” 

I laughed, “I don’t think that’ll be necessary. He’s sweet to me, I swear. He only acts like a twat because he doesn’t use his brain and likes attention. Maybe he’ll cool it since I’ve been giving him lots of attention... Doubt it though.” 

“I don’t know if any lad knows how to use their brain,” Kelly said. 

“Honestly,” I responded with a smirk. We grabbed our brooms and started on our community service. Soon enough, Nathan was out of the office just as quick as the rest of us. 

"Weird kid, your turn!" he shouted across the room before walking over to me. 

"He has a name," I said. 

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around me, "Anyway, where were we?" 

"Doing our community service," I said, pushing the broom into him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Why d'ye hafta be so boring?" 

"Because I don't want a breach in my ASBO for public nudity," I said. I walked over to start stacking some chairs. Nathan sat on top of a stack of them and lazily pushed the broom back and forth. 

"It's not like we're gonna get caught. Curtis and Alisha are always going at it around here," he said. 

"I'm not Curtis and Alisha," I said. He sighed dramatically. 

"So boring," he repeated, "who said we had to be nude anyway?" 

"Pretty sure you have to be nude to shag," I responded. 

"I still have so much to show you," he said with a smirk. 

I bit my lip, "Oh, really?" 

"Yep," he winked. 

"Why's he been in there longer than the rest of us?" Kelly, who had previously been ignoring us, asked. I shrugged. 

"He's obviously making more progress than us. He's such a little arse kisser," Nathan said. 

"I wouldn't say that," I responded. 

"Well, I would. Hence why I said it." He got a look in his eye like he had an idea. Oh boy. He hopped off the chairs and ran past the window, defiling the broom. I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Nathan… stop… it," I said between laughs. He grinned at me. 

_____ 

"We never did find out who was putting those notes in our lockers," Kelly said as we scraped papers off the wall. 

"What did I say? I told you they had nothin'. They were just pissin' in the wind," Nathan said. 

"You don't know what they got on us," Curtis responded. 

"They could be watching us right now," Simon reiterated. 

I huffed, "As far as anyone knows, we were the last ones who saw him alive. We're easy victims for someone who thought it might be funny to try to scare us. I've got enough shit to worry about without worrying about that. Besides, he worked here. They could've stuck those randomly." 

"I'll never understand how I scored a smart one," Nathan said. 

I smirked, "Everyone's smart compared to you." 

"Why are you so mean to me?" he asked and batted his eyes at me. 

"Because you deserve it," I said and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Hmph." 

________

We were the first ones to the community center in the morning. When the door didn't open, I sat my bag down and went through it to find our stolen key to the building. 

"No one's here. I told ye we had time for a morning shag," Nathan complained. I opened the door, and we entered the building. I really liked our morning shagging sessions, and no one was around yet… 

I turned to face him and started playing with his shirt, "I've been thinking about what you said yesterday… about having more to show me." 

"Oh, have you now?" he said and brought his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. 

I moved my hands to his hips, "You know how much I liked all the other things you've shown me. "

"Are we about t' shag right now?" he asked with enthusiasm. 

"Only if you want to," I said with a cheeky grin. 

"I always want to!" He responded. 

"Me too," I said before bringing him into a kiss. He deepened it immediately and pushed me up against the wall. His hand ran up my shirt to grasp my breast. I let him fondle me as we snogged, not caring if anyone came in. Thankfully, no one did. 

I pulled away to get a breath, "Let's find a room, yeah?" 

He nodded and pulled his hand out of my shirt, "Yeah." 

We quickly found the nearest storeroom, and I threw my bag on the ground. 

"So how are we gonna do this?" I asked. The heat between my thighs was growing with want for him more and more by the second. 

"I'll just lift ye up, and y'know," he thrust his hips a couple of times. 

"Are you going to drop me?" I asked. 

"Of course not," he said before picking me up. We were still fully clothed, but that didn't stop us from snogging, moaning, and rubbing against each other. I was pushed up against a shelving unit. It was uncomfortable on my back, but it was easy to ignore, considering the circumstances. 

I moaned as my lips hovered over his mouth, "I'm so wet for you. I want you inside me." 

He brought me back into a deep kiss before setting me back down. He undid his trousers as I got a condom out of my bag.

"How are you always so prepared?" he asked. 

"Because I like to be. I've got an entire box in here," I responded. I walked over to him and started palming him under his jeans. He looked down to undo the button and zipper of my jeans before pulling them down slightly.

"Maybe we should have sex away from home more often then," he said. 

"Just fuck me," I responded and handed him the condom. I pushed my knickers down and he put on the condom before lifting me back up. He muffled my moans with his mouth as he kissed me while he fucked me relentlessly. The shelving unit shook and things started falling, but we ignored it. Nathan came pretty soon after. 

"Did you cum?" he asked as he set me back down. 

"... No," I answered honestly. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh… sorry bout it." He pulled the condom off and tied it off before pulling up his pants and trousers. 

"Hm… no bin," he said before going to stuff it in his pocket. 

"Oh my god! Ew!" I responded. 

"What? I've gotten cum on these jeans before, what's the problem?" he defended. I grabbed the wrapper off the ground. 

"Jesus. At least put it in this." He did and his eyes traveled to a couple of chairs in the corner of the small room. 

"Do you want me to finish you off?" He asked. 

"That would be ideal," I responded with a little laugh. He grabbed one of the chairs, sat down, and patted his lap. I sat down on him, and his fingers quickly traveled into my knickers. I leaned against him as he rubbed circles on my clit. My body was still reeling. I moaned into his ear. 

"You like that, baby?" he asked in a sultry tone as he slipped a finger inside me. 

"Yeah," I moaned as I clenched around his finger. He curled it inside me, brushing against my g-spot before adding another. He started kissing my neck as he fingered me, touching that special spot over and over. I felt the familiar sensation of pleasure build as he used his thumb to rub my clit. 

"Oh, don't stop," I begged. He sped his fingers up as I pushed up against them. I let my release run through me as I grasped onto his shirt. He rubbed my clit slowly as I came back to earth. 

"Oh, great," he said sarcastically, "now I'm hard again." I ground up against him. 

"I'm ready for round two if you are." 

By the time we made it to the locker room, everyone had already arrived. Simon starred as Nathan dug out the condom wrappers with the used condoms inside of them to throw into the bin. 

"What? You've never seen two people who just had a shag before," Nathan said. 

"Prick," Curtis said. 

"Aw, don't call him that," I said, running my hands through his hair before kissing him.

"Prick!" Curtis said louder. 

________ 

I was hyperfocused on cleaning a window when Nathan elbowed me, "right, Mel?" 

I blinked, "What?" 

"I was just tellin Kelly how you always make me wear a condom even though you're on the pill on a count of that you hate children." 

I shook my head, "I don't hate children. I'm just not too keen on the idea of pushing a human being out my fanny or cleaning up shit." 

A few moments later, a girl about our age came into the community center and stopped near us.

"Do you need somethin'?" I asked unenthusiastically. 

"Yeah, have you seen Curtis?" she asked. 

"Why?" I responded. 

"I'm his girlfriend," she said. Oh? I tried to not let my jaw drop. Should I tell her he's off wanking with another girl? 

"He's been arrested," Nathan said. 

"What?" she said in shock, "what for?" 

"Exposing himself," Nathan said. I rolled my eyes and went back to cleaning my window. 

"What?!" 

"Yeah, flashin'" 

"At some scouts," Simon added. 

"Imagine tying a knot in that… or maybe you have," Nathan joked. 

"Very funny, well when you see him, tell him to call Sam," she said and walked off. As soon as she was gone, I pulled out my phone and started feverishly typing. 

"What are you doing?" Nathan said, glancing down at my phone. 

"Letting Alisha know her boyfriend's a cheating prick," I responded. 

He snatched the phone from me, "Don't." 

"Why are you in the business of snatchin phones from everyone all of a sudden?" Sparks started flying off my hands as I got in his face, "What?! You think cheatin's okay?! You gonna hop into bed with the first pretty girl that catches your attention and still try to hold onto me?! Is that it?!"

"No. No," he said and cautiously and gently placed a hand on my shoulder, "Do you really want to get involved in someone else's shit? Let's at least figure out what's going on first. Then, you can go all mega-bitch… maybe without the flashy hands though." 

We eventually caught up with Curtis after Nathan calmed me down by making stupid faces at me until I laughed. 

"Your girlfriend was here," Nathan said to him, "the other one. We covered for you, though, and I stopped this one from ruining your life, so you're welcome." Nathan sat down next to him, but I stayed standing and scowling. 

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell Alisha some girl's come up here looking for you, saying she's your girlfriend," I said and crossed my arms. 

"She wasn't my girlfriend when I got with Alisha. At least not the first time. I went back and tried to fix everything, and when I thought I've finally got it back to normal, Sam's my girlfriend again. And so is Alisha. I've tried finishing with Sam. Six times. Every time she starts to cry, time rewinds, and I'm back where I started," he explained. 

I nodded, "Okay. I guess this isn't really your fault. My powers have caused some less than ideal situations too. Is there anything I can do to help?" 

"I don't know," he said, "I don't know what to say to her." 

"You've got to make her hate you," Nathan said, "she's fuming, tellin' you you're shit in bed, you've got a tiny cock. You don't feel guilty. Maybe time won't rewind. You gotta be brutal though, get her riled… tell her she's got nasty snatch gunk." 

I shook my head, "Why would you even say something like that?" 

"See, girls don't like hearing it. Proof right there," Nathan said, motioning his hand towards me. 

"I don't even know what that is," Curtis said. 

"You know… it's the stuff that comes out," Nathan said. 

"I'm not sayin that! She hasn't done anything wrong. I can't hurt her," he said.

"It's these powers man…" Nathan started, "no matter what happens, the ones you will be the ones who pay." 

"Right…" Curtis responded with sincerity. Well, okay. Spider-Man frequently helps me in my time of need. Whatever works, works. 

"On that note," I said, "I gotta get goin'." I grabbed Nathan's hand and pulled him up. 

"Did you know that was from Spider-Man or were you just pullin' shit outta your arse?" I asked as we went back downstairs. 

He shrugged, "It's a wonder I don't have the whole film memorized as many times as we've shagged with it in the background." 

"You're supposed to pay attention to me while we're shaggin', not the telly," I said and poked him. 

"I know how to multitask!" he defended. 

I chuckled, "I'll believe it when I see it… anyway, got to get t'work." I went to put my arms around him in a hug, but he faced the other way. 

"Do you hear that?" he asked. 

"What?" I responded. I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. He started to walk off. 

"Bye, I guess…" 

______ 

Later that night I asked Nathan why he'd run off like that, but by the time I thought to ask, we were baked, and he said he couldn't remember. 

The next day, it was back to the same old shit. I was scraping layers upon layers of posters off the wall. It reminded me of when I was still passionate about art, and it was hard for me not to grab some of the pieces of paper and bring them home with me. On the other hand, people had stuck gum and whatever else shit on several of them, so I decided to leave it all behind and into the bin bag. 

"So you stole mine and Curtis's spot yesterday," Alisha said to me, jokingly. 

"Oh," I said, feeling a little embarrassed, "sorry, we didn't pay attention to where it was…" 

"Relax, I'm joking," she said, "did you have a good time?" 

"Yeah," I said with a small smile. 

"Is he any good? Most guys that talk big game are incredibly shit… not that you have much to compare it to… never fake it. The last thing you want is some guy with an inflated ego just because someone didn't want to hurt his feelings," Alisha said. 

I felt slightly uncomfortable talking about it. Not because it was about sex, but because it was about me and Nathan. Being with him felt different. Maybe, it was stupid. Maybe, he didn't even feel the same emotional connection that I did, but it felt like he cared about me. He was the first guy I let care about me. 

"I don't fake it," I said, "with him. I… uh… yeah, we have a good time." 

"Bet you're glad I let your little secret slip when I did," she responded. 

"We would've gotten around to it eventually," I said, "I just probably wouldn't have told him about it. I didn't want him to treat me differently." 

"And did he?" 

"What?" 

"Did he treat you differently?" 

I shrugged, "I don't know. He was sweet and gentle… until I told him not to be, and we all know how that ended." She laughed. 

"How are things with you and Curtis?" I asked. I hadn't gotten around to asking Curtis if he'd fixed his whole Sam problem yet. 

"Things are good. I'm still kind of disappointed that we can't have proper sex, but I like what we do have," she responded. 

"I'm sure I'm having enough for the both of us. We've gone at it every day since we started. I just love being with him. And kissing him. God, he has the best mouth," I said before I could stop myself. 

"Alright, enough of your horny swooning," she responded, and we started giggling. 

Nathan came over and sat his chin on my head, "What are we laughing about?" 

"She's got it bad for you. I'll never understand why," Alisha said. 

"Because I'm an amazing lover with impeccable charm," Nathan said. 

"Sure, that's it," I said sarcastically. 

Nathan moved next to me to continue scraping stuff off the wall, "I haven't heard any complaints out of you about my techniques." 

"Don't have any," I said and went to squeeze his hand. 

His eyes lit up, "Wait, really?" 

I smiled and nodded. Alisha laughed, "Act like you've been there before." 

I was leaning up against Nathan as we were doing our community service when he took a step back, and I almost fell. 

"Do you hear that?" 

"What is it now?" I asked. 

"A baby crying. Same as yesterday," he said. 

"I don't hear anything. What's going on with you?" I asked, but he ignored me before dropping the scrapper and running off. 

"Nathan? Nathan!" I yelled after him. I tried to run after him, but he was too fast. I made it to the community center and saw Simon sitting inside. 

"Why aren't you outside?.. doesn't matter. Have you seen Nathan?" I asked. 

"He went that way," Simon said and pointed down the hall. I ran down the hall and saw Nathan carrying a baby?! 

"Whose baby is that?!" I yelled, and he ran off. I looked back down the hall and made eye contact with Simon. 

"Go after him; I'll get the others!" He said. 

I ran after Nathan. Yeah, of course, send the short one to run after him. Makes perfect sense. 

I eventually caught up to him, "Why've you got a baby?" 

"He needs a daddy. He hasn't got one. I know what that's like. You know what that's like. Please, can we keep him? Him and his mum can live in the lounge now that I’ve been we’ve been sleepin’ in your bed," he said. 

"What?! He's not a puppy. I barely make enough to support the two of us!" The others caught up to us. 

"What the fuck is going on?" Kelly asked. Nathan covered the baby's ears. 

"I don't know. Nathan's trying to convince me to let this baby live in my flat as if I don't already have one baby to worry about," I said and rubbed my temples. 

"That baby. It's got a power. It's making you think you're the dad," Kelly said to Nathan. 

"He needs a dad," Nathan repeated, "I'm gonna be his daddy." I felt like I was going to pass out. 

"Give us the baby," Kelly said. 

"You're not taking him! If Mel won't let me keep him, I'll move back into the community center and him and his mum can live there with me! I'll steal booze from the kitchen! I'll steal from other babies! I'll forage for nuts and berries!" Nathan exclaimed dramatically. A few seconds later, the spell appeared to be broken. "Why am I holdin' this baby? I'm not being sexist, but one of you girls needs to take this off of me before I drop it on its head." I scooped the baby up. 

"Why're you trying to steal my boyfriend, hm?" I talked to the baby in a playful voice, "that's very rude of you. Let's go find your mummy, yeah?" 

I carried the kid back to the community center with Kelly and Nathan close behind me. 

"Why have you got my baby?!" the mum yelled and ran towards me. I quickly gave him to her. "Did you take him?!" she directed at Nathan. 

"He was wandering around outside," I lied, "Nobody was watching him. I was scared he was going to fall in the water. He's okay though. We got it sorted, though, didn't we?" I smiled back at the baby. 

"Why do you keep crawling off?" she asked her baby, "He probably already thinks I'm a shit mum."

"I know a thing or two about shit mums, and as long as you look after him and love him more than yourself, you'll be alright," I said. 

"You should take him to see his dad," Kelly said. 

"Yeah, well, he's not interested," the mum responded. 

"Trust me. He'll take one look at him, and he'll want to be his dad again." Kelly said. I hope everything works out. Once the mum and baby had left, Kelly put her hand on my arm, "They'll be okay. Maybe for once, these powers are useful for something." 

"Look at you being all superhero," Nathan teased. Kelly flipped him off, and it made me laugh. 

______ 

Nathan and I were walking home when an idea popped into my head. 

"We should go to the bar on the estate!" I said. 

"Why? Did we run out of booze at home?" Nathan asked. 

"No. I just want a change of scenery. C'mon, we never go out just the two of us," I batted my eyelashes at him. 

"Alright, but you're payin," he said. 

I laughed, "I'm always payin. You haven't got any fucking money." 

"Well when I'm rich, I'll pay it all back and then some," he said. 

"How're you gonna manage that?" I asked. 

"I'll figure it out when I get there," he responded. 

I plopped down in a booth and handed Nathan some money, "Get us some drinks, yeah?" 

"Vodka coke?" he asked. It was sweet that he had my drink of choice memorized, but we did get drunk together. A lot. 

"Nah, I'll just have a beer or two. Not picky about which," I shrugged. I just wanted to spend time with him. 

He went to grab our drinks, and I dug around in my bag for a packet of crisps. I looked back up and some leggy blonde was talking to my boyfriend. She was about as tacky as could be. She was wearing a leopard print dress that barely covered her arse and heels. She looked extremely out of place. I didn't like to judge other women, especially considering the shit that I wore, but it was hard not to. Nathan seemed to be trying to get away while holding our drinks, but she blocked his path. Alright, that's it. I went to get up and probably cause a scene, but then I saw her face. Nononononono. I sunk into my seat and pulled my hood up. 

Nathan made it back to the table and set the drinks down. "What are you hiding from?" he asked as he sat across from me.  

"Nothing," I said quickly, "I'm just… cold." I grabbed one of the pints and downed the whole thing. 

"You are so sexy," Nathan said under his breath. I grabbed the other one. 

"Hey, that's mine!" he said. I downed it anyway. 

"I already said we've got some at home. Now, let's go." I said, grabbing my bag. 

"We just got here! You're the one that wanted to go out," he said. 

"Well now, I want to leave," I said. 

"Why?" he asked. 

"I just do, alright?" I gritted my teeth. I scooted to the end of the bench, but I couldn't escape before

"Melanie?!" Said a familiar Yorkshire accent I would recognize out of a million. 

"Yeah, hey, we were just going," I said, my voice slightly shaking, but she plopped down too close to Nathan for my comfort and stayed there. 

"It's been months!" she exclaimed. She was drunk, but when was she not? She got better at hiding it over the years, but I could tell. Anyone could if they'd paid enough attention, but they rarely ever did. Nathan threw me a confused look, and I just shook my head. 

"Has it?" I said in the most disinterested tone I had in me. 

"Is anybody gonna tell me what the hell is goin on here? You two go to school together or somethin?" Nathan asked. 

She let out a loud, obnoxious laugh and put her hands on him, "You're too kind… don't you want to introduce us, love? This young man were tellin' me that he had a girlfriend. That wouldn't happen to be you, would it?" 

"Mum, Nathan, Nathan, Mum," I mumbled under my breath. 

"Speak up, hen," she taunted. 

I slammed my hand down on the table on accident and raised my voice, "Mum, this is my boyfriend, Nathan. Nathan, this is my mother, Judith." 

"What?!" Nathan exclaimed. 

"I know," she said, licking her lips and sliding even closer to him. He tried to scoot away and hit the wall. I tried to breathe as my blood boiled. I didn't want to have any lightning accidents. 

"I think I uh left the cat in the oven, so if you'll please let me by, Mel and I have to go home," Nathan stumbled over his words. 

"Oh, you're funny," she said and threw her arm around him, "why don't you come round? Paul and I are separated now, Melon, so you'll be happy about that." It wasn't surprising. At least maybe she'd be safer. But then again, it only took inviting one wrong stranger over… 

"Did you cheat on him again?" I asked. 

I could see the fire behind her eyes. I guess she was still sober enough to keep up appearances as instead of trying to kick my arse she said, "Well, that's no one's business now is it?" 

I shrugged, "Just curious." 

"You always were… curious. You gotta watch out with this one," she nudged Nathan. The fuck is that supposed to mean? I was just glad she'd stopped touching him like she owned him. 

"Nothing wrong with bein' a little weird," Nathan said. Wow, thanks. 

I grabbed my bag, "Great chat, we're leaving." 

"Come on," she said, "when you was a teenager you were always beggin me to not stay out. Come round, your stuff's exactly as you left it. I haven't touched it." 

"You've still got the flat? Thought Paul paid the rent," I responded. 

"It wasn't Paul's flat. It was ours," she said sincerely. 

"Fine, I'll come round. Just to grab some of my shit. Then, I'm going home," I have a bad feeling about this. 

She finally got up. Now, run, my brain told me, but like a frog in boiling water, I stayed. 

We walked along to make our way to the building. Far too close to my own. I stayed silent most of the way. It pained me to see Nathan engage in her stupid banter. He couldn't help it; he didn't know how to shut up. 

"I like your accent," she said, "I've been with a couple of Irish lads. They had really nice cocks, the whole country that way?" 

"Mum!" I yelled at her. 

"What? I'm not allowed to make sure you're being taken care of? You've always been so frigid," she said. 

"Oh yeah, she's being well taken care of. Definitely straightened that out," Nathan said. 

"What the fuck?!" I responded. He threw up his arms in an "I don't know," fashion. 

"I like him," my mum said. 

"Never gotten a mother's approval before," he grinned. 

"Ah, don't really consider myself a mum. Had our girl here when I was still in school. We've always been more like sisters," she responded. No, you've always been the child, and I've always been the adult. I rolled my eyes. 

"This is it, then," I said in front of the flat I hadn't seen in a while. Nine months in my own flat felt more like home than four years in this one. 

"Right, you've still got your keys?" My mum asked. 

"No? You took them when you took me to court remember?" God, she really doesn't live in reality, does she? 

She pulled her keys out of her tiny bag, "Keys, courts, petty things." 

When I stepped inside, it was like returning to the scene of a crime. And technically, I guess it was. My heartbeat sped up. My anxiety soared. I felt nauseous. 

Nathan put his arm around my waist and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "you okay? your hands were startin' to y'know," he mimicked an explosion with his hand. 

I took a deep breath, "I'm fine." 

"Go get your stuff, I'd love to get to know Nathan a little better," she said, flicking her eyes down his body. I narrowed my eyes at her. 

"No, that's alright," Nathan said quickly. Good boy. 

Nathan followed me into the shoebox-sized room I used to call my own. There was only one thing I needed, and then I wanted to leave forever. I quickly found my dad's old leather jacket in my wardrobe and took it. 

"Is that a skateboard?!" Nathan asked as he grabbed it from the corner of the room. 

"No, it's a bowling ball, genius." 

"Can you do a kickflip?" 

"Used to," I smiled. 

He flipped it over and looked at the stickers on the bottom of it. 

"What's that about?" he said with a smirk and pointed at a large silver one; 2nd place: best up and coming young artist, London 2006, but "up and coming young artist" was crossed out and said "cocksucker" and "London 2006" was replaced with "Wertham Estate." 

"Only my proudest title," I laughed. 

My mum showed up in the doorway with a glass of wine in her hand. She'd changed into a dressing gown. And not a modest one. You've got to be fucking kidding me. 

"You kids behaving?" She asked. 

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I asked back. 

"What the fuck are you wearing? Always wearing Pete's old clothes like he ever did anything for you," she said. 

"Maybe I wouldn't wear fucking inherited t-shirts with holes in them if you ever bought me any new clothes," I snapped back. 

"You know I did everything I could with what we had!" she tried to defend. Like always. 

"That's bullshit! The only reason I got fed half the time was because the cashier at Tesco's felt sorry for me and didn't report this tiny kid stealing apples!" 

"Well maybe if your father had gotten a real job instead of being a worthless musician," she started. 

"You don't even know who my biological father is, you fucking slag! You proved that when you were so jealous that Pete could actually be a parent to me that you wanted a paternal test! You knew you were a fucking slut! You knew I wasn't his, and you let us both believe I was. It's your fault he fucking offed himself!" I shouted. 

"No, that was all you!" she shouted back, "you couldn't leave good enough alone, and you're fuckin lyin' again! I didn't know! You tried to leave me like everyone else! I at least wanted a reason why! You don't know what it was like, he could've been sleeping with hundreds of girls on the road! It was only fair! He was my boyfriend! I wanted him to be stuck with you just like I was!" 

Nathan stepped between us, "Ladies, this is a little intense, maybe we should take a walk, cool off." 

"Fuck off, Nathan! You fucking flirting with her like she's not my fucking mum and like you don't know all the shit I've told you! Goddamnit! She's doing her same old shit! I can't have one thing go well for me without her ruining it!" 

"Mel, I–" he started. 

"I don't wanna fucking hear it! Sleep with her, whatever! I'm going home!" I might've been being dramatic at that point. I pushed past my mum. 

"Like you care if I steal your men, you fucking dyke," she said under her breath. 

Nathan ran after me as I stormed out of the flat, tears running down my face. 

"Mel! Mel! Fucking Christ," he shouted after me.

He finally caught up to me and grabbed me. 

I threw my arms around him and pressed my face up against his shirt, "I'm sorry." I sniffled. 

"Are you upset with me?" He asked. 

"No," I said and hugged him tighter. 

"You seemed upset with me." 

I looked up at him, "I'm sorry I shouted at you." 

"'s okay. I know how you get when you're riled. It's usually super sexy when it's not directed at me. All that fire and passion. Don't like it when you cry though. Not that you shouldn't cry or you're not sexy anymore. I mean it's probably good to cry? You're still sexy, not that I find crying sexy, that'd be a little weird for me. I could never get into the really hard porn where the girl looks like she's fuckin dyin', but if you were into that, I mean I wouldn't like not be hard, but anyway, what were we talking about?" 

I kissed him softly, "Let's go home." 

_____ 

"I'm sorry I went mental… and ruined your shirt with my shitty eyeliner I got at Poundland," I said as we passed a joint back and forth. 

"I stole a baby today. I think we're past the point of apologizin for being mental," he said. 

"That wasn't your fault. The baby had a power," I said and pulled his arm around me. 

"And your mum being a complete cunt to you wasn't your fault either," he added. 

"I hate her. I hate everything," I said as I finished the joint and reached over Nathan to throw it in the ashtray. 

"Even me?" Nathan asked. 

"No, not you," I said sincerely and brought him into a kiss. I laid my head down on his chest and closed my eyes. 

“Mel?” 

“Hmm?” I stirred slightly. 

“Does your mum think you’re a lesbian?” 

“Does it matter what she thinks?” I really didn’t want to cry again. 

“No... but if you were and you just wanted to try cock for a little bit, you could tell me. I wouldn’t get that upset, hey, I’d be flattered.” 

I tilted my head up to look at him, “I didn’t think I’d have to defend myself to you.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, “You’re really asking me if I’m a lesbian when I’ve just had sex with you every day for three weeks.” 

“I didn’t ask. I just said it would be okay if you were. I’m on your side here,” he said. 

“The fact that it even crossed your mind kind of pisses me off,” I said honestly. I wish I was higher to be having this conversation. 

“What? When I was trying to go over my action plan to shag you, Alisha said to not even go there because of how you dressed and sat and everythin’ and then your mum sayin’ that and she’s known you longer than I have.”

 I removed myself from our snuggling position and faced the wall. I let out a hollow laugh, “Un fucking believable.” 

“What? Did I say something wrong?” I refused to look at him. 

“You just don’t fucking get it, do you?” I really didn’t want to fight. And my fucking mum being the one to cause all this. 

He rubbed at my back, “I’m not trying to be stupid.” 

I sighed, “It’s just like when I wear ‘girly’ clothes, I get called a slag. When I wear whatever the fuck I want, all of a sudden I’m either not a girl anymore or I must not be attracted to men! That’s not how it fucking works! We should’ve never fucking went over to that bitch’s flat. Jesus fucking Christ. She catches me kiss one girl and all of a sudden every lad I bring over is me pretending!” 

“You’ve kissed a girl?” Shit. 

“Do we really have to talk about this? I’m not a lesbian, okay? I like you.” 

“Okay, I like you too... you can be straight and kiss girls, though, they do it in porn all the time,” he said. I sighed again. I didn’t know why I was so nervous. I’d probably just get the annoying, typical straight guy response of “that’s hot.” 

“I’m not... I’m not straight either,” I bit at my fingernails and turned around to face him, “I’m bi. or pan. or queer. or whatever. I just want to like whoever I like. And right now, I like you. A lot.” He pulled my hand away from my face, held it, and just grinned at me. 

“Can I tell ye a secret?” 

“What is it?” I had just admitted something I’d only told a hand full of people and was afraid he was just going to take the piss. 

“You can’t tell anyone.” 

“Okay?” He sat up and started flexing and taking deep breaths. I started laughing, “what the fuck are you doing?” 

“Power stances. So I don’t talk myself out of this.” 

“C’mon, just tell me,” I smiled. 

“I am... bisexual!’ he gave me a little smile before laying back down, “I’ve never said it out loud before, and I didn’t think you’d batter me for it... so there it is.” 

“Seriously?” I asked. 

“Yeah... I’ve had sex with more men than you have,” he smirked. 

“Oh, really? Up the-” 

“NO! I’m not that bisexual. That is a one way street that goes south. I get to be the man in all of my relationships, thank you very much.” 

I laughed and kissed him. 

“I’m serious, though. Please, don’t tell anyone. I’ve only been with a couple of guys.” 

“I won’t. Promise,” I ran my hands through his hair. 

“Alright, now that that drama’s over. Talking about sexuality... talking about sex... I’d rather be havin’ sex, how bout you?” 

I let a fit of giggles take over, “Sounds good to me.” 

____

Next Chapter

[byima]

California Dreaming pt 4

I shared this on AO3 half a month ago and I’m just getting around to cross posting for the tumblr folks and you can read the full story here.

Lunch was a boisterous event. They ate at, or commandeered depending on who was asked, an Italian restaurant in the city of Berkeley. Everyone was there; Frank, Hazel, Nico, Grover, Silena, Beckendorf, Travis, Connor, Katie, Rachel, Jason, Piper, and Leo. Remi was there too, and so was Annabeth’s dad and her stepmom and half-brothers, who were in town because of her own commencement which had been the day before, and so was Frank’s grandmother. The restaurant was cozy, it smelt heavenly; 70’s and 80’s music buzzed through the speakers, friendly staff flitted between tables. Their group was two tables strong, too loud, too rowdy and it was one of few times the whole commencement weekend that Annabeth felt overwhelmed but energized by that feeling, rather than drained.

“No Charlie, this is the perfect time! We can rent a van–”

“Yup, just picture it man, tearing down the roads, stopping wherever we want, camping out during the nights–”

Silena grimaced, and Charles laughed at her expression. She and Travis had been trying to convince Charles and Katie to take a west coast road trip: from northern California to Nevada, then Utah, then Arizona and then down to southern California.

“I’ll be down, if we do this without a single hotel stay.” From Charles. Who was next to Paul, who was next to Sally, who was across from Percy.

“Two hotel stays.” From Silena, next to Charles. She was in full negotiation mode.

Estelle, on Sally’s other side, ducked under the table to retrieve the errant crayon she’d been using to color her kid’s menu. Through the aged speakers, Dexys Midnight Runners chorused, ‘Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-ayyyyyyy,’ and the space hummed with a spicy-herb/heavy-sauce fragrance and music and laughter and liveliness.

“Nah Silena, if we’re doing this, we’re doing this for real.” From Travis, a few seats to Percy’s right.

Grover, on Percy’s direct right, finally found the image on his mostly unused, worse-for-wear Nokia brick of a phone. He held up the battered screen to Percy’s face. “This is it. See the name on that wrapper? I need to find this place and try their samosas–”

“Explain to me how staying in a hotel would make this ‘not real’ Travis.”

He raised his slice of buttered bread to his mouth. “I’m just talking about getting the most experiential of experiences–”

“And I’m talking about having semi-regular shower access–” Silena leaned towards the Stoll brother sitting across from her to emphasize her point.

“And apparently the locals have nicknamed the San Francisco fog Karl.” A fun fact from Paul.

“Is that so?” Piper encouraged him with a broad grin.

She got an under the table kick from Annabeth for that one.

At the other table, Frank’s grandmother held her new smartphone for Leo to see.

“Don’t do it for me, show me how so I can do it myself.”

“Er, sorry, Grandma Zhang you just- you have to… here-”

“No, I said show me, and now you’ve done something else, Valdez!”

“I know, but I’m trying to show you how to go back without a back button,” Leo ran an agitated hand through his curls.

Travis leaned forward too, matching Silena’s energy, bitten bread slice brandished. “You’re weak. And I’ve outgrown you.”

Charles was laughing again. Hard. Like struggling to breathe belly laughing.

“Why is Beckendorf having a conniption?” Piper’s voice carried from the other end of the table.

Katie answered. “Travis is back to quoting The Incredible’s.”

Connor was losing it, too. “My man Beckendorf has caught every single one of them.”

“Name a better Disney movie–”

“I’ve already named one. Mulan. And– Travis, I’m serious, we’ll watch it tonight and it'll shut you right up-” 

“Katie, Katie, Katie…” Travis shook his head in pity. “You can’t admit defeat, huh? I saw you last night, trying to act like you weren’t hyped during the family fight scenes-”

Silena smacked her hand impatiently on the table. “Travis, can you, for just one moment, stay with me? You were supposed to be on my side.” 

“And I was. I am.” He leveled an accusatory finger at her face. “But you’re a wuss if you can’t survive one road trip without hotel amenities.”

“You’re full of shit, Trav.” Back to Katie, sitting between Grover and Travis.

There was a minor uproar.

“Hey hey hey, watch your mouth young lady there are children present–”

“Don’t forget the children–” 

Connor and Travis. They are the uproar.

“Percy says that word a lot. So, I know it’s a bad word.” Estelle looked at her brother, then Connor, as she sold the former out.

There were a couple “oooo’s” from the friends gathered and Percy shook his head at the betrayal, hand on his chest because, alas, he’s Caesar, and Brutus has two pigtails and missing teeth.

Estelle, loving the reaction of the masses and her moment in the spotlight, added, “So does my mom.”

The entire table erupted in a chorus of “OOOOOOOO’S” and Paul looked at Sally, a little baffled and overwhelmed and amused because how else could he feel in such a setting?

“Sally Jackson, patron saint of motherhood–”

“Despite the utter disappointment that is her first born–”

“You’ve been called out, ma’am, how do you respond?”

Sally covered Estelle’s ears. “Fuck off. All of you.” A thespian response from the “saint” herself. 

The large party collectively lost it, roaring laughter carried through the restaurant, other patrons looked around to spot the source of the ruckus.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Sally Jackson-Blofis–”

“She’s quick, she’s gritty, and she’s straight from New York City–”

“I think that’s us.” Grover’s eyes followed his nose, which picked up on the savory scent of freshly prepared food being brought near to them. A united cheer drew attention, once again, to the celebrating group. 

 “You guys are gonna get us kicked out before we can even take a bite.” Frank made accidental eye contact with a frowning restaurant-goer.

Waitstaff arrived at their tables with black trays laden with the steaming, heavenly smelling bounty.

The young woman who’d taken their orders earlier gestured to the guy accompanying her.

“Alright everyone, this is Gio, he’s gonna take over for me since my shift is ending.” There were some noises of disappointment and she playfully hushed the table of spirited demigods. She set a plate of spaghetti with meatballs in front of Estelle and a baked chicken parmesan dish in front of Sally, gently warning the child that her plate would be hot.

Gio waved hello before he started distributing ordered dish to orderer. “Nani told me we have some graduates here today…”

 -----

“So Italians will actually eat it like… this.” Nico demonstrated to Jason.

“Like this?”

“Yeah…”

“Really?”

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you.”

 Percy nodded at Annabeth’s dish. “How is it?”

“It’s so good. You wanna try?”

Annabeth was already twirling her fork into the pasta, and she speared a piece of shrimp on the end before raising the bite to Percy’s waiting mouth. His eyes rolled back and he made a low noise as he slowly chewed.

Her eyes danced. “I don’t think it was that good.”

He shook his head in disagreement. “Lemme have some of yours. And you can have some of my pizza.”

“I don’t want your pizza.”

“You do. This is what they mean when they talk about the best of both worlds.” Percy tried forking a portion of her food from her full plate to his and she stopped him, doing it herself before he made a mess of both of them with his clumsy portioning.

“And then I give you some of mine…”

Annabeth felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned from watching Percy lower a slice of his pizza (which was actually heavy with cheese and red sauce and phenomenal tasting) to look at her dad who was seated behind her at the table running parallel to theirs.

“How does it feel to be finally done? Both of you, graduated and diploma’d.”

Dr. Chase had been on cloud nine the whole weekend. His daughter had graduated from the best public university in the country. What else would you expect from the academia-loving dad? But the last five years had been pivotal for their relationship, too. When Annabeth looked at her father, really looked at him, she saw the sadness edging his expression. Because he knew, as she closed this chapter of her life, she would begin another, and he would lose her to the east coast. So she’s been gentle with him, and maybe with herself too this weekend.

“I took my last final on Friday, so it doesn’t feel real yet.” 

She lowered her fork and looked to Percy for his response to see him shaking his head.

“Nah. I’ve been checked out for weeks now. Barely held on till the end.”

“He’s lying, dad. Percy’s been emotional all week.”

“I’m sorry to have missed the ceremony at your school.”

Percy had just taken a bite of his pizza and his eyes went wide when he realized Frederick was waiting for a reply from him.

Annabeth responded on his behalf. “Trust me, Dad. His ceremony was just like any other graduation ceremony. Too much sun, a boring speaker, and two seconds to cheer for the person you care about.”

“Dude, Annabeth gets it.” This was from Bobby, who was sitting across from his father. “Why did they have to do two graduations for you?”

“One was for everybody, which was like, over 6,000 people. And then the other was specifically for my department.”

It was a little hard to hear them over the clinking of silverware against ceramic dishes and Rachel and Remi’s loud debate over traditional versus digital art, so Annabeth turned in her chair to face her family.

“Nobody needs to come to our high school graduation if it's gonna be this much of a drag.” Matthew said this with resolve.

“I think you’ll feel differently about things when the time comes.” From her stepmom, Helen.

“This is how graduations and commencements work.” Frederick Chase picked up his fork to resume eating his pesto pasta dish. “You spend years working hard, pushing through to the finish, shouldering through challenges and all of life’s obstacles, and then the day comes–”

“Oooooo… And then the day comes…”

“Dun dun DUUUNN! Dad, you make it sound so dramatic.” Matthew and Bobby snickered.

“It is dramatic.” He waved his fork like a baton. “When you’re graduating, you are the star of the moment, the center of the universe, just temporarily, and all of us will do our best to show up for you in the biggest way we can.” His brown eyes twinkled and Annabeth felt herself blushing at the warmth focused on her. “We all will bear through ceremony after ceremony if that means we get to celebrate your accomplishment.”

Annabeth thought about the hug her dad had wrapped her in yesterday morning, long and tight, and the way that squeeze said a million things other than ‘congratulations.’ And Sally in the car earlier today… 

“Trust me guys, you don’t wanna be the person with no family at your graduation.” Piper turned from her conversation with Connor to give her two-cents.

“You were that person?”

“Yup. Eighth grade promotion. Me and a disgruntled nanny. As if junior high wasn’t bad enough.”

“Gonna have to agree with McLean here,” Rachel chimed in.

“Not to be the girl who complains about having a big family–”

“I’m betting you’re about to be that girl who complains about having a big family–”

“–but there’s nothing like having your aunt screaming on the phone in the middle of your high school graduation, simultaneously cursing out and giving parking directions to your tardy cousin.” Remi offered with a shrug.

Rachel and Remi argued the pros and cons of large heavily involved families, versus small, absentee ones. Frank coaxed his grandmother into trying the “too expensive” Italian cuisine. Travis and Katie were trying to out-embarrass each other with old camp stories. There were a million conversations happening at once.

“Jason, can I get the parmesan?”

“I feel like you have room for one more meatball in your mouth, kiddo-”

“Connor, I’m starting to regret allowing you next to my daughter.”

Sally held a napkin before Estelle’s mouth and the girl reluctantly ejected three soggy meatballs.

“So we pretty much knew Hazel was lactose intolerant at that point-”

“Severely lactose intolerant-”

And a million memories, so many silly, significant snapshots; Annabeth found herself wishing she hadn’t left Percy’s camera under the driver's seat of the rental.

“I’m never doing anything or going anywhere with you that has anything to do with Italy.”

“So we’re doing it?! This road trip is happening?”

“Does anyone need some more water here?”

“Lemme have some of your Bolognese-”

Annabeth startled. She’d been playing with the simple pendant that hung just below her collarbones when she felt Percy’s hand touch the crease of her elbow.

He had red sauce on his chin. And food crumbs on his upper lip. And all he did was lower their joined hands beneath the table and ask.

“What's going on in there?”

She rubbed her thumb into the first knuckle of his middle finger, gray eyes still intently consuming the surrounding scene; then her eyes met his and she saw understanding.

She tried explaining anyway, “I don’t want to forget… I want to- to be in this moment, you know? Or… I just- I wish I could-”

She pressed her lips shut and smiled ruefully, a little embarrassed by her abysmal attempt at the English language. 

“Yeah. Same.” He squeezed her hand. “Yeah.”

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They were outside. In front of the antique looking benches that flanked the restaurant’s double door entryway. Annabeth was going to stay in Berkeley with her family for the rest of the afternoon and Percy would head back to New Rome with his family. For now, they stood together, waiting for Matthew and Bobby who were in the restroom, preventing the Chase’s departure.

Annabeth planted her hands on her lower back and stretched her spine. “You’re very… confident today.”

“Am I?”

“Mmhm.” She leaned closer to him. “It’s like you’re… aware that people are watching. All day, all of these eyes have been on you and you’ve been very okay with it.” Even now, she noticed, in his slacks and dress shoes and his light blue short sleeve button up, he was handsome, cleaned up and groomed and plain-as-day attractive and definitely drawing attention standing as they were, in view of all the passer-byers. Yet he was comfortable. Confident.

He shrugged, because he didn’t know how else to react to her keen observation. She read him so intimately.

She was still reading him, and she could see traces of that self consciousness that had been missing all day creep into his body language.

“Did I kill your mojo?”

If he’d been confident all day, then she’d been radiant all weekend. They’d spent the week, Monday through Friday, stressed, all over the place, sleeping odd hours and meeting up to study or cry (the tears were from Annabeth, Percy was a zombie at that point) just trying to get through finals week so they could actually graduate. And then the weekend had come and family had arrived and there were graduation ceremonies and baccalaureates and dinners with parents and dress shoes and dresses that made Percy want to carry Annabeth off to a beach and fucking frolic in the fucking sand. But he couldn’t, there wasn’t any time to frolic or marvel or drink to the last five years of their lives. So they bounced from ceremony to ceremony. And she’d been absolutely radiant throughout, walking across the stage during her graduation Saturday morning, receiving special honors from her department. Running toward him this Sunday morning, wrapping herself around him and confirming that he had in fact done this, he was in fact finished with school. He’s so grateful for her. In awe of her. He couldn’t imagine doing this without her. It was incredible to do this with her. She pierced his heart like a sweet note of his favorite song and he felt her in his bones. There was so much going on, and it was good, all of it was so good, and here she was, here he was, and he missed her. Annabeth Chase, mojo murderer.

“Yes.” He cupped her face and kissed her quickly, she didn't even have time to react. “No. Now I’m overthinking, like, everything though. Bobby is coming out.” He jerked his chin at something behind her. “I think your fam is ready to leave.”

She glanced back at them with a frown. “That was supposed to be a compliment, Jackson.”

“Your dad is looking at me like he wants to say something.” Percy insistently tugged her arm and turned her around. “Please go with them before he does.”

She pulled her arm free and walked backwards, pointing at him for emphasis as the space between them grows.

“Keep the confidence, okay? I’ll see you at dinner?”

He pointed back at her. "I'll see you at dinner."

[noladyme]

Chess. Chapter 13

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.  

TW: Language, sexual themes, violence, torture. Rated M 

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.)

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Let me start this off with a disclaimer: This chapter does not have Rick appearing. He will be back, but due to length and flow I needed to cut off the chapter where I did. Sorry. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it anyway

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I was lounging on a love seat in the large house the Joker had taken us to; pretending to read a magazine Harley had offered me.

Frost had shown up at the house about 30 minutes after us, with a bump on his head, and a sneer plastered across his face. He insisted that the squad were gone by the time he came too.

The house was just as ghastly as the car had been; with bear skin rugs and clashing patterns on all the furniture. There was no doubt that 99% of it was stolen.

Playing a weird game of tag, Harley and the Joker were chasing each other throughout the house; squealing and growling at each other, each time one of them managed to catch the opponent.

I was thinking something fiercely.

I’d followed Harley and her psycho boyfriend into the Palisades, without any idea of what my next move should be.

Throwing herself into the seat next to me, Harley was laughing; out of breath.

“J is getting me a new puppy”, she giggled. “Those stupid animal rights activists took back my last one, when I was sent back to Louisiana”.

“What’s the plan here, Harley”, I asked.

“I dunno. It’s your turn to think of something”, she answered trustingly.

I sighed.

“I need to make sure Kelper doesn’t make it to congress”, I said.

“Revenge?”, she asked.

“No”, I answered. “There are enough shitheads in office as it is – look at the main guy in charge! We don’t need another one”. I crossed my arms. “Also a little bit of revenge, yeah”, I admitted.

“Yeah that judge does seem like a dick”, Harley muttered.

“No”, I said. “This is about Waller. She has enough power as it is. She doesn’t need to be able to keep hunting people like us down, and force us to do things we don’t want to. Even if we are bad guys”.

She grabbed my face between her hands.

“I’m with you”, she said, and kissed my forehead with a loud smack. “Tell me what to do!”.

I beamed at her. She was a good friend. Even if she was bat shit crazy.

“I need to be able to prove the connection between mr. J and Kelper”, I said; and looked down at my feet. “That does mean, that J won’t be able to use him for protection from the cops anymore”.

Harley was biting her lip.

“Huh”, she said. “He ain’t gonna like that”.

“I know”, I replied. “But we need him to”.

“Harley!”, the Joker called from somewhere. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”.

Harley sighed, then looked into my eyes, and nodded.

“Marco!”, Joker called from the kitchen.

“Polo!”, Harley answered, still looking at me; then grinned, and sprang from the couch to hide from the clown.

—

“Chess has a live bomb in her bag”, Harley said conversationally during breakfast.

I instantly froze; mouth agape – prepared to feel my throat being slit at any moment.

“Oh?”, the Joker said, gazing up from over the newspaper he’d been reading – well, not so much newspaper as comic book. “That’s nice, dear”. He looked back down.

Harley – curlers in her hair, and wearing a pink fluffy bathrobe – continued.

“Yup. It’s a pretty nasty one too”. She returned to her marshmallow cereal.

Joker put down his comic book and looked at her.

“Is there something you’d like to say, toots? Something I need to know?”.

I was shaking in my seat; and I gently put down the golden rimmed porcelain cup of coffee in my hand.

“Uhm, Harley. I don’t think this is the time…”.

“Please, Chess”, Joker said to me, lowering his old-fashioned reading glasses. “In this house everyone can say whatever they want, whenever they want. We mustn’t stifle others expressions”.

I nodded fiercely.

“A-absolutely, yes. Of course. I’m sorry”, I stammered.

He quickly reached across the table, and grabbed my hand, putting it between his own.

“I could tell you meant that”, he grinned.

Letting go of my hand, he turned to face Harley again.

“Now where were we, doll? Chess has a bomb in her bag?”, he said calmly.

Harley swallowed some of her orange juice.

“Yeah. It’s a black box, with a little display on it. Pre-set to 1 minute”.

“That sounds fun”, Joker said cheerfully. “What’s it for?”.

Harley got up from her seat, and went to stand behind her beloved madman; massaging his shoulders and neck, making him close his eyes and groan in pleasure. She slid her hands down his shoulders under the flowered kimono he was wearing.

“You know that mean lady, who’s been putting me in that bad place?”. Joker grunted in response. “Well those friends in high places Jerry was moaning about? That’s her”.

The Joker opened his eyes, and looked over his shoulder at her.

“Kelper’s friends with the witch?”, he asked.

Harley went to sit on his lap, and laced her fingers behind his neck.

“No, not the witch; the bitch. The witch is dead”, she said.

“Right, right”, Joker answered. “So?”.

“Well”, Harley continued, “the bitch gave Chess the bomb to blow you up; so you’d stop asking Kelper for favors”.

The clown looked at me, brows – or lack thereof – furrowing.

“You were going to blow me up?”.

I jumped in my seat.

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. Once I knew who you were…”. Harley interrupted me.

“Puddin’, Chess would never do anything like that. We were coming to tell you about the bomb; but then that stupid judge was there, and Chess got all upset, because she really hates his guts”. She kissed his forehead. “We plain old forgot!”.

Joker groaned.

“I spent a lot of money on Kelper. We had a lot of parties”.

“A lot of parties”, Harley nodded, backing him up. “So, maybe… we should do something about it”.

“Oh, snuggle-tits. I need the judge for my business”, Joker said, and looked adoringly at her.

My heartbeat was calming down, and I could think more clearly. I took a small sip of my coffee.

“Mr. J”, I began. “You probably know that I used to work for the Hatter”.

The Joker guffawed and snarled all at once.

“That idiot”.

“Yeah, well”, I continued, “I could work for you, like I did for him. Getting you information, money…”.

“I have money”, he interrupted.

“A new Lamborghini?”, I tried.

His eyes lit up.

“I’m listening”.

I sat up straight. Here we go.

“Kelper is pulling out of your arrangement. He’s even gone so far as getting someone to try to kill you”.

“Well that happens at least once a week”, he said, and shook his head. Harley stroked her fingers through his green hair.

“There’s that girl”, she said, and looked at me.

“What girl?”, Joker asked.

“Well”, Harley continued, “Kelper did some pretty nasty things to a girl who used to work at that place… what was it called?”.

“Sammy’s”, I answered. “It’s a burlesque club in the Narrows”.

I casually took another sip of my coffee, that at this point had gone cold. My face contorted from the taste.

Joker looked at me with narrowed eyes.

I continued.

“About a year and a half ago, Kelper raped and beat an 18 year old girl that worked there”, I said. “She’s still suffering from the attack”.

He patted Harleys thigh to get her to get of his lap.

“Jonny!”, he called, getting to his feet himself.

Frost came into the dining room.

“Yeah, boss?”.

“We own the Narrows, don’t we?”, he asked, and walked slowly towards his minion.

“Yeah, for about 2 years now”, Frost answered, not meeting his eyes.

“And do you know about a bar named Sally’s?”.

“Sammy’s, yeah it’s a stripjoint”, Frost said.

“Burlesque club”, Harley whispered into Jokers ear.

“Burlesque club, Jonny”, Joker said, and grabbed the back of Frosts head. “There is a big difference”. Patting Frosts cheek, he went to sit down again.

“So Sammy’s have been paying their dues, have they not?”.

“Never missed a pay-date”, Frost retorted.

Joker – now sitting down – slammed both his fists into the table, making us all jump.

“Then would you mind telling me, why one of the young ladies working there, was attacked and raped; while she was supposed to be under our protection?”, he yelled; his slicked back hair now disheveled, and falling into his face.

“This doesn’t look good, Jonny! This makes me look bad!”, he shouted.

“I know, boss”, Frost tried. “But it was Kelper, and you told us to stay clear of him”.

Joker jumped out of his chair, and threw it at Frost; only narrowly missing the man.

“Get out. Find Kelper. Bring him to me!”, he growled. “And get Chess new hot cup of coffee. That cold stuff is a disgrace”.

Frost rushed a fresh cup of coffee to me, and ran out the door; already on his phone, yelling at someone.

The Joker found a new chair, and pulled it up to his place at the table. He smoothed his hair back down, and exhaled.

Harley went to stand behind him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

He grabbed my hand like he had before, and looked at me seriously.

“Now”, he said. “Chess. Chessie. My dear. Thank you for making me aware of this problem in my organization. Am I also to understand that you were the one to punish Jer-Jer after his misdeed with the young woman?”.

I smiled brightly, doing my best to seem cheerful.

“That was me, alright!”.

Joker grined.

“Well, when you think about it, you did our job for us!”, he smiled widely. “So I owe you. You came in to this house a stranger; but now – you’re family”.

Harley squealed, and jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

Great. I wasn’t only the clowns newest pet and employee; I was apparently family.

Shit.

“I still want that Lamborghini”, Joker finished, and went to get dressed.

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We drove to a building not far from the one we had been at the night before.

“Puddin’ you know this means you can’t work with Kelper no more, right?”, Harley said, as we were getting out of the car.

“Yes, yes, squishy-butt, I know”, he answered. “This is going to be fun!”, he snickered, and put his arm around her waist.

I followed them into the building, and down into a basement. In the middle of the dark room sat Kelper, handcuffed to a chair. A single lightbulb was lit above him.

Masked henchmen were spread around the room, covering the exits.

“Jerry!”, Joker said, arms spread into the air as we entered. “Thank you so much for being able to reschedule our meeting. I’m so, so happy you agreed to this location”.

The judge was gagged, had a black eye, and there was already a wet stain under the chair from where he had urinated his pants.

Harley jumped onto a table near the scene, and crossing her legs; she began to file her nails.

I stayed in the shadows; out of Kelpers line of sight.

The clown went to stand in front of his victim, putting a hand on each of his knees, coming down to eyelevel with him. He wrinkled his nose.

“Jer-Jer. Were you that excited to see me?”, he asked. He removed Kelpers mouth gag.

“P-please; Mr. Joker. I don’t know what this is about!”, he stammered.

“This, my friend”, Joker said, “is about your plans for your political future!”.

Frost appeared from the shadows with a chair, that Joker pulled up in front of Kelper. He sat down.

“It’s recently come to my attention that you’ve decided to run for congress”.

“Yes, mr. Joker. I was the one that told you about it myself”, Kelper said.

Joker smacked him across the face, and then pointed a finger at him.

“It’s rude to interrupt!”, he roared.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry”, Kelper said.

Joker smiled.

“I take a great interest in politics, as you know. I’m even the governor of my own little corner of Gotham. And I find it’s very important to make sure that the people I govern feel safe”.

Kelper nodded.

“Good! So you know where I’m coming from”, the clown continued. “Then I come to hear that someone decided to cause problems in my little paradise. Apparently, a very silly man decided to pay a visit to a burlesque club, and play a little too roughly with one of the lovely dancers there”.

I saw Kelpers eyes widen in fear.

“I didn’t know that would be an issue for you, I swear!”.

The Joker patted his cheek gently.

“Well it is”, he half whispered.

Jumping from the chair, he ran to sit down next to Harley.

“Hi, sugar lips”, he said; and put his arm around her, before calling out.

“Chess!”.

I stepped out of the shadows, and pulled down my hood. Kelper looked at me, recognizing me from the meeting the day before.

“Miss, I don’t know what he’s paying you, but I’ll match and double it!”, he tried desperately.

I sat down in front of him.

“You smell like piss”, I said. He gulped. I sighed. “So this is not going to be fun for you. At all”.

His facial expression changed.

“Do your best, bitch. I’ve been through worse!”.

“Oh?”, I asked. The judge was about to spit in my face, but didn’t have the chance to do so, before I headbutted him.

I rubbed my forehead. That hurt, I thought, but cheered up, when I saw that I had obviously broken his nose.

Joker and Harley roared with laughter from the table.

“So, you’ve had it worse, huh?”, I asked.

He ground his teeth, and nodded.

I smiled and slowly began disappearing into a mist.

Kelpers facial expression immediately changed from prideful to pure fear. He began jumping in the chair, screaming; and managed to fall over; landing in his own wet pool.

“Ew”, Harley said from next to a gleeful Joker.

“Sshh, Harls’. I’m watching this”, he said.

Frost pulled Kelper back into a seated position.

“Get the camera”, I said to him, reappearing in my seat.

I clenched my fist, letting my claws come out.

“I heard you’re going to have some reconstructive surgery, your honor”, I said, looking down at my claws. “Jonny here could find me a pair of rocks, and I could do the deed for you. It’s only polite, seeing as I’m the one to blame for your whole ordeal in the first place…”.

Kelper began crying.

“No, no. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. I will!”, he sobbed.

Frost came in to the light, two plum-sized rocks in one hand, and a smartphone in the other. I took the items into my hands.

“Ok. Now, you can chose one of these gifts; and I won’t take no for an answer!”, I beamed. “Either you chose to let me help you make a nice little video, where you tell the world about your rape and beating of that young woman 18 months ago – along with an account of your dealings with criminal organizations in Gotham. That will make your family really proud of you, and you’ll instantly feel better about your misdeeds. Or…”.

I showed him the two rocks.

“… you let me help you by filling that empty sack of yours”.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joker and Harley both leaning in to hear his answer.

Kelper sobbed, and a bloody glob of snot ran out of his broken nose.

“The video. I’ll do the video”.

“Boring”, Joker snarled quietly, and Harley patted his leg soothingly.

I pulled out the phone.

“Don’t worry Jerry. This will be over in no time”. I started filming. “Action”.

Kelper opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Look into the camera. Say your name”, I whispered.

He looked into the lens, and began.

“My name is Jeremiah Kelper. I am a judge in Gotham city”. He paused, and I kicked his shin.

“And”, he yelped, “18 months ago, I raped and beat a young woman I was giving a ride home in my limousine”. He sobbed. “I then… let two of my friends rape her, while I watched”.

I was struggling not to run my claws through his heart.

“Continue”, I hissed. Kelper did as asked.

“I have also been receiving payoffs from the crime lord known as the Joker”.

“That’s me!”, the Joker said, and jumped into frame; giving Kelper a wet kiss on the cheek. “We’ve been the best of friends, for a long, long time”, he said, and patted Kelpers shoulder.

“Isn’t this enough?”, Kelper cried.

“Apologise!”, I growled.

“Yes!”, Joker exclaimed. “And tell them that you’ve been a bad, bad boy. Say; I’m Jerry, and I’m a bad, bad boy!”.

Kelper sobbed again.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve abused my office, and I’ve hurt a young woman who didn’t deserve it”.

“No one deserves what you did to her!”, I snarled.

“No, no one deserves that”, he admitted.

“Bad boy!”, Harley yelled from her table, making Kelper jump in his seat.

“I’m Jerry, and I’m a bad, bad boy”, he finished.

“Cut! Scene! Print!”, Joker called, and gave the judge a hard slap on the back. “Good job, Jer-jer! This is one for the books!”.

I put the phone in the bag with the bomb I was still carrying. It was over.

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A loud crash was heard. While we had been filming, the room had been almost cleared of Jokers minions, as they’d disappeared into the shadows.

The lights went out, and I felt a gush of wind over my head.

“No!”, Joker shouted.

A hard punch to my shoulder made me fall to the floor, and I dropped the bag, accidentally kicked it; and watched it slide into the darkness somewhere.

Panicking, I scrambled to find it, my shoulder pulsing with pain.

A gunshot was heard, followed by the sound of Harleys shriek, as she was thrown across the floor.

I got on my feet, and ran in the direction of where I thought the bag might be.

Someone grabbed my arm, holding me in place.

“Leave it”, a gravelly voice said. “Keep your head down”.

Shit…

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Hard Candy (~Misfits AU~)

Chapter 8: Lydia’s Cruel Doubt

Warning: strong language, implied smut, mention of alcohol and death

(Hard Candy Masterlist)

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- Can't believe you're shaggin' this animal - Kelly winced.

- I don’t really mind... - I shrugged.

- See? She was made for me, I never believed in soulmates until now - Nathan leaned back.

- The fuck you mean? - Alisha was equally disgusted.

- It's just you know... I like it rough around the edges - I looked away to avoid any more questions.

- Are you a little turned on right now? You're making your horny face, let me see if your nipples are hard... - Nathan said, reaching for my breasts.

- I don't have a horny face! 

- Yes, you do... Is this like a secret kink o'yours? - Nathan narrowed his eyes - Is that what you were scared t'reveal when Alisha touched you that time? Cause I can do this all day if that's the case.

- She's turning red! Wait a second, is it true? - Curtis chuckled, making me get even redder.

- No, shut up! - I buried my face in my hands, how the fuck did they notice? Was I that bad at hiding it?

- Jesus! I found a goldmine! - Nathan let out a high pitched giggle.

- That's so weird... - Kelly shook her head.

- Are you serious, Lyds? - Alisha looked at me as if I were some sort of alien.

- Stop being ridiculous, I'm not horny! - I snapped - If anyone ever mentions this again I will personally beat the shit out of whoever brings it up! That includes you, Nathan, I'll kick your balls so hard they'll come out your throat!

- Alright, touchy, didn't know it bothered you so much - Nathan put both hands up - no one's gonna say anything, right guys?

- Good...

- Hey! Pervert! - Nathan jumped in front of Simon and stole the phone he was pointing at us a few seconds ago.

- What are you doing? Give it back! - Simon pleaded.

- C'mon, we'll do a little interview - Nathan quickly backed off when Simon tried to take back the phone - First question... Have you ever had sex with a piece of fruit?

- Give me my phone!

- Second question... Was it a melon? 

Simon jumped on top of Nathan and they rolled on the ground for a bit while Nate screamed "he's tryin’ to kiss me!". 

- Give him the phone! - I yelled - Don't be a dick...

- Alright, have your little toy... Melon fucker!

Simon grabbed the phone and put it in his pocket as we made our way back to the Center.

- Si - I pulled him over to the side - why are you so scared of Nathan?

- I'm not...

- I know you are, I just don't get it, he's almost never serious, you should know this by now. 

- It's easy for you to say, he treats you like a human being! 

- I get it, ok? Sometimes he goes too far, he likes to push people's buttons, but don't let that hurt you. 

- Thanks, Lyds - he nodded - I will try.

- Lydia, can I speak to you for a second? - Sally called.

- Am I in trouble? - I inhaled sharply.

- No, I just need to ask you a few questions.

Was this about the bodies? It's impossible, right? No one could possibly know about the bodies... I felt like I was about to get sick. 

- This is your chance to talk about community service - Sally smiled when I sat on the couch - what would you say your experience has been like?

- Oh, okay - I sighed - don't tell anyone I told you, but I actually like it...

- You do? - She looked at me surprised.

- Yeah, it's fun and I like being with my friends.

- And your boyfriend, I imagine - I saw Sally staring through the window at Nathan, he was making faces and wanking an invisible cock.

- No, he's not... - I furrowed my brows thinking about it, was he? 

- What do you think you've learned so far? - She cut me off.

- That keying people's cars is wrong?

- That's good... You can go now, can you ask Nathan to come inside, please?

- I always do - I laughed until I realized what I just said - sorry, that was  inappropriate...

I stepped outside, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, and told Nathan he was next. He dropped the mop he was holding and smacked my arse before heading to the office. 

- So Sally just opened a can of worms in there... - I sat by Kelly.

- Why d'you say that? - She asked.

- She referred to Nathan as my boyfriend.

- So? 

- I just noticed... He's not really my boyfriend.

- What d'you mean? - Alisha joined the conversation.

- He never asked me to be his girlfriend, he never called me his girlfriend, I don't know what we are.

- Did you ever ask him? - Kelly suggested.

- No! He's gonna think I'm a right nutter.

- If he doesn't want to be your boyfriend he's the crazy one... - Simon's voice was a whisper, he definitely didn't intend to be heard.

- Simon is right - Alisha agreed - it's not like he has many women after him. You know, being a prick and all... 

- He said it earlier that you're his soulmate - Kelly added.

- He was winding me up - I shook my head - right?

- Who was windin’ you up? I'm the only one allowed to do it - I felt Nathan's arms slowly creeping around my waist - Curtis, you're next, man.

For the rest of that day, I wasn't able to stop thinking about my situation with Nate. It's been a while since we got together, maybe it's time to make it official... But does he even want that? 

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- Mornin', Lollipop - Nathan smiled, handing me a bucket and a window squeegee.

- Morning, what are we cleaning today?

- The doors.

- Light my fire then - I joked.

- What was that? 

- You know... The Doors? 

- I don't...

- The Doors is a band - Simon explained - Light My Fire is one of their most famous songs.

- Oh - Nathan sneered - y’know all about lightin' fires, don't you, Melon Fucker?

- N-no! - Simon frowned.

- I think I know what my power is - Nathan ignored Simon's reply - I can talk to animals.

- Why would you think that? - Kelly grimaced.

- I saw this Basset Hound eatin’ a kebab off the pavement and I was like "you dirty bastard" and he gave me a right funny look...

- That's probably 'cuz you're a twat - Kelly scoffed.

- No, it wasn't that kind o'look.

- Well, maybe if you stop being rude to dogs in the street, they won't give you funny looks - I mumbled - that's not your power, by the way.

- How d'you know?

- I just... If you could talk to animals you'd know by now. 

- Guess you're right - he shrugged - Argh, gross.

- What? - I looked around.

- Babies, see? - He pointed at the group of moms with their kids walking in the Center - That's why I always use a condom and if the girl looks dirty, I use two. Belt and braces...

Seeing Nathan so disgusted with babies was funny, to say the least. He was probably the sweetest dad in the world, he did everything for Junior. He was dedicated, loving, caring... 

- You know that's not how it works right? - I was seriously worried about Nathan's sex education knowledge.

Before he could answer, a girl walked through the door. She was short, with a Joan Jett hairstyle and a slightly angry look on her face. 

Nathan turned around to whistle at her and I gaped at Kelly and Simon. I guess my question has been answered then...

- Fuckin' twat - Kelly muttered.

- Unbelievable... - I said under my breath.

- Have you seen Curtis? - The girl asked.

- Who are you? - Kelly turned to look at her.

- I'm his girlfriend.

- Come again? - I blinked in disbelief.

- Is there something wrong?

- No, not at all - I started biting my nails nervously.

- Well, do you know where he is? 

- He... He's been arrested - Nathan pressed his lips together.

- What for? - The girl sounded scared.

- Exposin’ himself, like... Flashin'.

- At some scouts - Simon added.

- Try tyin’ a knot in that - Nathan raised his brows - or maybe you have...

- Very funny - the girl rolled her eyes - when you see him, tell him to call Sam.

- Okay - Nathan sprayed some window cleaner in her direction as she left - she seems nice... Hey Lyds, wanna take a little break?

- No, thanks - I looked away.

- What's up with you? 

- Nothing, just not in the mood. 

- Alright, is there anythin’ I can do to change that? Maybe I can go to the  vending machine and...

- Shut up! I said I would kick you! 

- Jesus, sorry! I forgot, alright? Just wanted t'do somethin' nice... What's got your knickers in a twist? 

- I need to cool down.

- What did I do? - I heard his voice behind me as I walked away.

- I think whistling at that girl might have something to do with it - Simon murmured.

- That? I was just screwin’ around...

- Just give ‘er some time, yeah? - Kelly said.

I went to the locker room, splashed some water on my face, and tried to rationalize. I know how he is, I know what to expect... I just kept remembering future Nathan telling me not to give up when he messes up. Luckily there was something that I knew would make me feel better.

I walked to the music room and picked up a guitar. I was checking if it was tuned when Simon and Kelly showed up:

- You alright? - She asked.

- Yeah, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend, I can't be mad. It's Nathan, he pulls  that sort of crap all the time. I knew what I was getting myself into, I think I just need to get some fresh air and play a couple of songs... Wanna join me?

- Sure - Simon smiled.

- Yeah, nice - Kelly agreed.

They followed me to the rooftop, I didn't expect to find Curtis in there. He seemed pretty upset, probably something to do with his excess of girlfriends.

- You just missed Nathan - he turned to face me.

- Good, this way he can't walk in on me again - I let the door close behind me - mind if I play a bit?

- Nah, go ahead.

I sat on the big armchair in a lotus position, holding the guitar close. The others joined Curtis on the bench, Simon whipped out his phone to record me.

I played "Do I Wanna Know" by Arctic Monkeys and really let those lyrics drag the pain away from me and pour it into the world. Seeing how my small audience was enjoying it made me feel genuinely happy.

- Did you write this? - Curtis asked.

- Yeah - I answered uncomfortably.

- It's really good...

- You should post it somewhere - Simon put his phone away - you could get really famous.

- Maybe one day... - The idea was enticing.

Feeling a thousand pounds lighter, I left the rooftop, put the guitar back in the music room, and wandered around the Center looking for Nathan.

- Who are you? - I heard him cooing.

- Oh, you found a little friend? - I tilted my head when I spotted him.

Nathan was holding a baby who was snuggling against his chest, the tiny little hands reaching for his curls.

- Yeah, isn't he cute? 

- He's precious - I stroked the baby's hair softly.

- Where did you go? - A young blonde lady came running towards us and grabbed the baby from Nathan's arms - He's always crawling off.

- He's beautiful - Nate fawned over him.

- Thanks - the young lady smiled.

- What's his name?

- Finn.

- Finn... - Nathan wrinkled his nose - How old is he?

- Nine months.

- He must take a lot of lookin' after.

- Yeah, just a bit... Only had two hours of sleep last night - she joked.

- No one helps you? Where's his dad?

- Nathan! - I scolded - That's not the sort of question you ask someone.

- It's ok - the young lady turned to us - he's not around.

- Really? Can I hold him? Maybe I can play with him for a bit...

- Nathan - Sally showed up out of nowhere - what the hell are you doing?

The young lady went back to the daycare while Nate was getting yelled at.

- I found a baby, did you see him? He is beautiful... 

- Are you taking the piss? 

- No - he seemed baffled with the question.

- You know, for someone who hates babies so much you are very good with them - I teased.

- Hate babies? When did I ever say I hate babies?

- Earlier this morning.

- What? That's impossible - Nathan laughed - I love babies.

- Alright, if you say so... 

- By the way, Lyds... I didn't mean to upset you back there.

- Yeah, I know.

- It was stupid, I shouldn't have done it, I don't even know why I did it actually.

- You don't have to explain yourself to me, it's fine.

- So, are we good?

- We're good.

- Do I get a kiss then?

- If you catch me - I gave him a playful look before running off.

Nathan chased me around the Center, just like he made me do a while ago, it would be good for him to have a taste of his own medicine. 

- C'mere, you little minx! 

I made it to the main hall before Nathan was able to wrap his arms around me, lifting me up and spinning around a few times. 

- Gotcha - he put me down, panting.

He looked into my eyes for a few seconds before his lips attached to mine with a low moan. It felt like that lightning bolt was striking me all over again, but this time without the pain.

Soon we were full-on snogging, hands traveling all over each other's bodies. That was enough to make me forget about whistles and all the doubt that has been eating me alive since the day before.

- Should we go back to my place? - I murmured against Nathan's lips.

- Mine's closer - he whispered next to my ear before moving to leave a trail of wet, sloppy kisses and hickeys on my neck.

I melted in his arms, he knew those neck kisses were one of my weaknesses and he loved to take advantage of it.

- I like the way you think... 

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- I'd fuck Harry Potter, he's the cutest one, I love guys with scars - Kelly said.

I have no idea how this discussion started, but it was our last task of the day and I was probably too tired to remember.

- I'd take Draco over him any day, he's so posh - Alisha sighed.

- Who would you fuck, Lyds? - Kelly asked.

- The Weasley twins, either of them, maybe both...

- The Weasley twins? - Alisha chuckled.

- If you think about it, it makes sense - Kelly mocked - they are lanky pricks who can't take anythin’ seriously and just screw around with everyone non-stop.

- Hey, Lyds - Simon timidly approached us - I edited the video from yesterday, wanna see?

- Yeah, sure - I wrapped one arm around his shoulder to look at his phone.

I was impressed with how awesome it turned out... Maybe I should post it somewhere after all.

- What's this? - Nathan poked his head over my shoulder.

- Lydia was playing yesterday and Simon filmed it - Kelly went back to scrapping.

- Really? Could've invited me to the little jam session... What song's that?

- It's mine - I sighed.

- Did you write it for me? - Nathan cocked an eyebrow.

- Such a smug bastard!

- I'm flattered... Oh, that reminds me, you forgot somethin’ - Nathan reached into his pocket with a childish grin and pulled out my knickers.

- Wow - Alisha giggled - how can you forget that?

- I was in a hurry, alright? - I tried to grab them, but Nathan lifted his arm.

- You want them back? You need to ask nicely... - Nathan smirked.

- Give me my knickers! - I jumped, but he simply stretched his arm even more.

- Give me my knickers what?

- Give me my knickers, please... 

- Good girl, see? It wasn't that hard - Nathan handed it to me and kissed my lips  gently - d'you hear that?

- Hear what? - I thought it was some type of joke.

- A baby cry...

- What are you talkin' about? - Kelly looked at him puzzled.

Nathan dropped his spatula and ran inside, I thought about following him, but Kelly stopped me, shaking her head. I went back to work, but my mind was still set on Nathan and what was this crying only he could hear.

All my fears were confirmed when I saw Simon running, looking scared and worried, he tried to catch his breath for a second before announcing:

- I think I've just seen Nathan stealing a baby.

- Oh my God... - I dropped everything to follow Simon - What happened?

- He just ran off with it.

- Why would he take a baby? - Alisha asked.

- If he gets caught we're screwed - Curtis turned to me - call that prick, Lyds.

I grabbed my phone and tried to call, but he wouldn't pick up. 

- Look - Curtis pointed, Nathan was holding little Finn in his arms and singing a song.

- What the fuck are you doin'? - Kelly shouted when we finally reached them.

- Hey! There's no need for language like that! - Nathan covered the baby's ears - Don't listen to her, that's a very bad word and she should know better.

- Nats, why are you acting so strange? - I tried to get the baby from him.

- Give her the baby - Curtis tried to reason.

- You're not takin’ him! - Nathan held him closer - He needs me.

- He's gone mental - Simon raised his brows.

- The baby... - Kelly muttered - He's got a power, he's makin' you think that you're the dad!

- He needs a dad, my dad was never around, and look what it did to me - Nathan frowned - I'm gonna be his daddy.

- You? - Curtis mocked.

- You're a homeless - Kelly argued - you're livin' at the Community Center.

- You got no money, no job... - Curtis added.

- You've got a criminal record - Simon continued.

- You can barely look after yourself - I took a step closer - the other day you  called me to ask how to know when the water's boiling. 

- Him and his mum can come live with me in the Community Center, I can get free food from the vending machines and steal booze from the kitchen - Nathan barked - I'll steal from other babies, I'll go to the park and forage for nuts and berries!

- You wanna live with another woman and her baby... - I felt lightheaded - Kel, it's happening again.

- I got ya - Kelly held me up - he's not thinkin' straight.

- Why am I holdin' this baby? - Nathan winced, almost like he snapped out of a trance - I'm not bein' sexist, but one o'you girls needs to take this off me before I drop it on its head...

- I got him - I sighed relieved.

- What happened, Lollipop? You saw a ghost or somethin'? - Nathan gave me the baby.

- Nothing, just a bad memory.

The baby's mom nearly killed us, but Kelly was quick to say we simply found him crawling around, and were just bringing him back inside.

- Alright, now that we solved this misunderstanding you can all go home - Sally waved us off - Are you alright, Lydia? 

- I'm fine - I said - just a little anxious.

- Do you want me to walk you home? - Kelly asked.

- I'll walk her - Nathan held my hand.

I changed and tried to grab my backpack, but Nate didn't let me, he insisted on carrying it instead. 

- I've never seen you acting like such a gentleman - I elbowed his arm as we walked to my flat.

- You looked so bloody pale and nearly fainted, it got me worried... What happened?

- I had a bad thought cross my mind, nothing serious.

- D'you wanna talk about it?

- Not really, it's all in the past - I would've said future, but that would lead us to a whole bunch of questions I didn't wanna answer - plus I've been stressed out lately, I think it all came together.

- You feel better now? 

- Yeah... Do you wanna come in? I don't have work today, so we can just hang out - I asked as we stood in front of the building.

- Sure - he smiled.

Nathan followed me inside and immediately went to my fridge to get himself a beer.

- I was gonna say make yourself at home, but I forgot I was dealing with Nathan Young, the world is your home.

- You like that about me, don'tcha? - He took off his shoes and sat on the couch.

- I'm not giving you more reasons to be cocky, forget it - I joined him.

- Wow, that's how it is then? - He dramatically turned his face away from me - And here I was gonna offer you a massage to help with you relax...

- Fine! I like it! Can I get the massage now?

- Lay down - he took another swig of his beer.

- Do you want me to take my shirt off?

- When is the answer to this question even gonna be no?

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- Are you done? - Curtis asked when I was gathering the cleaning supplies. 

- Almost, just gotta take this back inside.

- I'll help you then, come on.

The day had been calm, turns out Nathan's massage did make me less tense...  Of course his hard cock pressing against my back wasn't bad either, but he actually did a pretty good job.

Just as Curtis and I walked in the Center we both saw it: Sally was basically throwing herself at Simon, she even did the old "you have something on your face" trick.

- No way! - Curtis broke the silence, making Simon jump.

- Jesus, Si, really? - I felt a little disturbed - You and her?

- I don't know what you're talking about - Simon clenched his jaw.

- Drop the act, you know exactly what we're talking about - I couldn't even believe that was happening.

- Don't tell the others, don't tell Nathan! - Simon's voice trembled.

- I don't tell that prick anything - Curtis assured him.

- I promise I won't say a word - I crossed over my heart.

- Fit older woman... Heavy - Curtis praised.

- Good for you, I guess? - Though it was unsettling, Sally seemed like a nice enough person, right? She at least pretended to care about our well-being.

- Hey, guys - Simon smiled - thanks.

I messed his hair playfully before going to the locker room to change.

When I left, chatting with Kelly about the new guy she met, I caught Nathan once again beating up the vending machine to get a drink.

- Natty, is that what you're eating today? - I looked at the pitiful "meal" on his hand.

- Starter, main course, dessert, and a nice refreshing beverage to wash it down - he pointed at each of the items as he narrated.

- You can't live on that shit. I told you to come over to mine when you get hungry. Come on, I'll cook you dinner.

- Oh, what's it gonna be, chef? 

- I'll make some pasta.

- Yeah, it does sound better than this crap - He thought for a second before throwing his arm around my shoulders - but be honest now, are you askin' me around for sex?

- Would you complain if I was? 

- Complain? I get the two fundamental Fs: food and fanny. What else can a guy ask for?

- You're so romantic, aren't you? 

- Hear that? - Nathan turned to Simon who was leaving the locker room - She's cookin’ me "dinner", someone's gettin’ laid, my friend!

[allforhader]

As The World Caves In

Barry Berkman x (F) Reader

Warnings: Langauge, Violence, TW: Abuse

“Alright that’s the end of acting class. See you next time” Gene ends the class as Barry instantly gets out of his seat grabbing his backpack and waiting for Y/N to simply walk by him. But at least she’s sweet enough to-

“Great work today Barry!” Y/N smiles happily at Barry before exiting the building.

Barry follows respectfully behind her as Nick and Jermaine walk beside him expecting to get drinks. When Barry suddenly stops outside they both bumped into each other watching Barry watch Y/N embrace a man who he thinks is her boyfriend. It’s most definitely the case when he sees the two kiss.

“Damn. We getting drinks or what?”

“Definitely” Barry replies to Jermaine as he pats his back. “Who’s uh. Designated driver?”

“It’s LA Barry. There’s Uber.” Nick laughs walking ahead of the two.

A few rounds later...

Barry was standing outside of the bar with Nick half-passed out on the curb propped up against Jermaine. They waited for their Uber, but the waiting seemed longer than usual.

“Hey, Barry sit down. It’s gonna be a while” Jermaine states as Barry sat down on the curb beside him. “You kept lookin at your phone when girls were tryin to get your attention”

“Hmmmmm he wants one girl” Nick laughs a bit. “Y/N~”

“Go back to sleep”

“Alrighty” Nick laughs a bit more before relaxing on Jermaine’s shoulder.

“What’s so interesting about her anyway?”

“So many things” Barry sighs holding his head down.

Jermaine looks at his friend confused on why he didn’t elaborate but they were all under the influence. Some more than others *cough* Nick *cough* but that’s the biggest reason why he didn’t elaborate that Y/N is the most beautiful talented girl he ever laid eyes on.

“I know the girl is taken. But you can still do a scene together that can make her realize” As the most sober compared to them all, Jermaine’s idea is only going to go downhill of some sorts. “Pick a scene with a kiss and do it with her. Any dedicated actor would do any scene. Despite their relationships off stage”

That could’ve been phrased better, but way to put that idea in Barry’s fucking head.

After finally getting to their apartment of sorts, Barry instantly laid on his bed and pulled up the messages to Y/N.

Barry: You are a god

Y/N: What?

Barry: A god at finding great scenes to do for class

Y/N: Oh! Thank you 🥰

Barry: I know I’m not very good

Barry: But I’d like to do a scene with you

Y/N: Barry! I’ve been waiting for you to ask!!! Plus you are really good! Better than me 😊 What scene would you like to do??

Shit. Think of a scene. FAST BARRY. FUCK

Barry: Um. Romeo and Juliet, Act 1 Scene 5?

Fucking Shakespeare?!?

Y/N: Give me a sec to look up the scene!

Barry: Ok

After a minute passed. Literally. A minute.

Y/N: I’d love to! Hell if we do a good job, maybe Mr. Cousineau would pick it for the next showcase he’s planning!

Y/N: Want to practice tomorrow? After class? I can print you a copy of the scene

Barry: Sounds good

Y/N: Yay! 😊

Y/N: See you tomorrow!

Barry: See you!

Y/N didn’t come to class the next day, which made Barry think he said something he shouldn’t have. But his texts were surprisingly not drunkly influenced for the most part.

“Okay class. Y/N called me saying she won’t be able to be here for the next few classes since something came up. Barry, pick another scene partner or a monologue before we share to pick for the showcase. NOW. Sally you have a monologue you’d like to run by us” Gene states as Sally got on stage to do her monologue but instead of paying attention Barry took his phone out thinking of messaging Y/N to ask what happened. But a part of him thought space was key.

After class, Sally grabbed Barry’s arm to catch his attention.

“Barry, can you do me a favor?”

“Sure?”

“So I need a ride to Y/N’s place. I have her address and everything.”

“Yeah. Yeah I can drive you” Is he going to know what happened along the way? She wouldn’t be going over there if she didn’t know.

The drive was far. Surprisingly further than all of their other friends. Note, Barry has at least driven everyone in their class somewhere at least twice. Usually because it’s expensive to get your car fixed let alone pay rent in LA. So it’s a coin toss and usually the car doesn’t win. Plus his source of income is...not acknowledge and he’s fine giving people rides. But Y/N lived really far in LA that he found himself heading somewhat close to Anaheim territory. Her neighborhood looked still typical LA agriculture and similar to few neighbors closer to the acting class. But when they were driving Sally did tell Barry that this is where Y/N’s boyfriend lives. So who the fuck knows where Y/N actually lives. To his knowledge.

“So Barry, I told her that you were driving me and that I didn’t tell you anything. But we’re here to pick her up then go back to my place. Are you okay with that drive?”

“Anything for the both of you. But I can’t help but be curious” Barry frowns watching Sally give a hesitant halt in what she was going to say but-

“I’m not comfortable sharing something that isn’t mine. She trusted me by telling me. I’m not going to play a game of telephone Barry”

“Okay...just do I go with you?”

“No I’ll go get her myself, just hang tight okay?”

“Okay” What the fuck did this guy do...

Barry waited in the car seeing Y/N step out with Sally, she looks fine for the most part. The closer she got he couldn’t really pin point anything. Just...the girl known to wear colorful clothing and mainly dresses, came out in sweatpants and a hoodie. Style doesn’t describe a person but it made Barry think about what caused a sudden change that isn’t just “to be comfortable”. Y/N sat in the back and Sally day with her.

“Your place right Sally?”

“Right” Sally says calmly setting Y/N bag by her feet.

After the long drive to Sally’s, Barry stayed in the car watching the two go inside. But before he left, Y/N ran over to the car knocking on Barry’s window. He quickly opens it as Y/N slips in a script she had packed before they came and got her.

“I-It’s a monologue for the showcase. S-Sorry I couldn’t do t-the scene with you. Hope this repays for that”

“You didn’t have to repay anything Y/N” Barry frowns watching Y/N pushes her hair out of her face making the man catch a glimpse of the shiner on her right eye that extends to her cheek as well.

“I wanted to Barry” Y/N states before going back inside.

Barry frowns and once she entered Sally’s place. A switch flipped in his head and he drove back to her boyfriend’s house waiting out there until he came home. Barry watches the light turn on inside the house and as he was about to reach for the gun in his glove box. He hesitated.

You don’t want to be defined that way anymore.

The hitman life will only continue if you do this.

You have the make the change.

Take the leap of faith.

Don’t let the past still define you Barry.

Find. A. Different. Way.

“Shit...” Barry frowns smacking the wheel holding his head down thinking. “He doesn’t deserve her...”

The next day came and Barry watches Sally walk into class alone. Where’s Y/N? Thought she stayed with her. He gets up from his seat sitting behind Sally.

“Hey...where’s Y/N?”

“She went back”

“What?”

“....She’s stupid. But aren’t we all? She went back during the middle of the night. I didn’t hear her leave” Sally frowns as Barry felt the fire start to burn again.

Find a different way

“FUCK” Barry exclaims catching everyone’s attention as he sinks into his seat. “Sorry”

“No! Use that energy. Come up here and show us what you got for the showcase” Gene states as Barry immediately regretted it.

Barry got up from his seat after taking out the monologue reading it’s from The Notebook. He laughs a bit to himself before looking out and seeing Y/N walk in in a turtle neck with a hoodie over it and makeup covering the bruises.

“That’s right. We do that sometimes, remember? We don’t cut each other any slack. If I’m being a jerk or an arrogant sonofabitch, you tell me. If you’re a pain in the a—, which you are ninety-nine percent of the time, I’ve got no problem telling you, or hurting your feelings, which have about a two second rebound rate before you’re off doing the next pain in the a— thing.” Barry frowns looking at Y/N as the rest of the class grew intrigued.

“So, it’s not going to be perfect. We’ll have to work at it every day. But I want you. Not for today, or next week, but forever.” He states stepping down from the stage glancing at the script making his way in Y/N’s direction. “Every day, you and me. Think about your life twenty years or fifty years from now. Where do you want to be? If it’s with that guy, go. I lost you once. I suppose I can do it again. Just don’t take the easy way out. Answer one question for me. Forget about me and your fiancé and your parents for a minute. Forget about what you should do. What about you? What do you want?” Barry ended up in front of Y/N watching her hesitantly reach for him before retracting.

“Jesus CHRIST Barry!” Gene smiles proud of the man as he walks over to the two. “If you can be the closing to the showcase with that same amount of energy. Recruiters will definitely want to represent you!” he smiles watching Y/N retract herself a bit before getting an idea. “If it works best with Y/N on the stage. She can be there. Prove you’d be good with a partner even if it is a monologue.”

“If...that’s okay with you” Barry frowns looking Y/N as she nods agreeing to do so.

“Great! Now let’s go to the next person, better have that off script Barry!”

Barry frowns looking at Y/N as she just stares at him. She watches him reach to reassure but the automatic stepping back indicated she didn’t want to be touched. By any one for that matter.

When the class was over Barry stepped out carrying a weight on his chest wishing he can break a barrier and risk it all. But he didn’t want more people to get hurt and he didn’t want to disappear. Barry made his way toward his car about to get in when he felt a small hand grab his sleeve. He turns around locking eyes with Y/N as he of course stopped for her.

“...can um...s-shit”

“You need me?”

“yeah...”

“Just. Text me, and I’ll do whatever you need me to do” Barry says calmly as he connected the dots to why she’s wearing a turtle neck and her voice was low.

First stop was a pharmacy. Barry walked with her as Y/N grabbed what she needed. Ice pack, bandages, anti bacterial spray, and foundation. He felt very protective of her in the public scene thinking her “boyfriend” can pop up at any minute or really anybody would look at her a certain way and he’d want to kick their ass.

“can..I stay with you...B-Barry?” Y/N asks after she paid. She looks down at her feet for a moment thinking he’d say no when he obviously said it’s okay for her to stay with him.

“Um. I have roommates”

“That’s ok...I j-just...don’t need t...the lecture from S-Sally” Y/N frowns watching Barry hesitantly step closer to her afraid anything he’ll do she’ll feel uncomfortable. She looks up at him seeing the worry in his expression.

“Can you let me....take care of you?” Barry knows she won’t directly tell her what the asshole did. Barry expecting a no wasn’t coming from her. She nods watching Barry take her things to carry for her. “Just need to make...one more stop before we go to my place”

“Ok...”

Y/N found herself staying extremely close to Barry in the grocery store as he grabs what he needs to get. She watches around them having the same feeling Barry has except hers is fear driven.

“Broth?” Y/N asks picking up the carton from the cart.

“I’m not gonna give you straight broth if that’s what you’re thinking” Barry laughs a bit catching a smile from Y/N. “Even though I like straight broth” he states putting in a few seasoning in the cart. “Are you allergic to anything so I know not to get it?”

“No, you’re good” Y/N smiles making Barry feel a bit better but he still worried.

A few hours went by and Y/N found herself sitting on Barry’s bed staring down at her phone seeing texts from him and she immediately felt awful. Y/N started to cry thinking about what she’s gotten herself into because she was blind to it all until it got to this degree. The blame was definitely being put onto herself when no one sees it as her fault. Barry especially didn’t and all he wants to do is see her happy again. That smile of hers brightens his day...he misses it. Barry steps in carrying a bowl of soup he made, being in LA for some time you pick up at least ten minutes to watch cooking videos, and he immediately set the bowl and spoon on his desk before moving everything to the side of the bed and sitting in front of her. He didn’t want to pull her into his arms to comfort her but his presents was enough until Y/N grabbed his face resting her forehead against his. She continued to cry but it slowly burned into sniffling. He leans into it feeling her rub her thumbs against his cheeks taking a minute to take it all in.

He cares about you. He’s there for you right now and he always has been. Take a minute to appreciate what he’s doing. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere....

He’s dedicated to caring about you.

No more words were said that night between Barry and Y/N. Except when Barry wanted to see what he did because he knew Y/N couldn’t see most of the “damage” so he offered to help. He also carries quite the first aid kit with him since he used to get hurt a lot and Fuches was a terrible doc so he had to learn. Y/N took off her hoodie before hesitantly slipping off her turtle neck. Her arms instantly covered herself but once Barry got a look where everything is, he got up going into his dresser and grabbing one of his t-shirts having her wear it so she doesn’t have to sit in just a bra. He moved himself closure looking at most angles of the bruising as he goes into his first aid knowing she bought ice packs but those were ones that’ll take time in the freezer when he has ones you punch and it’ll take a little moment to get there but it’d be cold enough. He popped two of them, one for her neck and the other for her cheek. Y/N had a few bruises on her arms that weren’t as bad as the ones needing the ice packs, he mainly focused on disinfecting the scratches and putting bandaids on the few that need them. Barry watched her start to shake making his worry get worse as he took her hand carefully into his sitting it out with her.

After putting everything away and Y/N eating what he made for her...she took his bed as Barry laid on the floor. The two were awake the entire night and thinking about their own deals...

I love her

He cares about me

I don’t want to step over the line

Why couldn’t he be like Barry?

I risk my life every day...I don’t want her to get hurt by it if she becomes apart of it.

Barry Berkman...you truly do make me feel lucky to be alive.

When the day of the showcase came, Barry took his roommates advice to wear the part with a white button down tucked into his black slacks with a belt and shoes were just his pair of converse. He didn’t wear a tie but the first few buttons were unbutton and his sleeves were rolled up. Y/N was apart of his monologue, clearly with no lines, and she wore one of Barry’s long sleeves for the soul fact that she’s playing a love interest and on the other hand wants to be comfortable. His part was last and he waited behind stage with Y/N until their time to get on stage came. Barry watched Y/N check her phone every now and then watching her eyes trail from one thing to another as her tense expression said everything.

“Barry! Y/N! You’re up next. Be on deck” Sasha states to the two before going back to helping Nick out of his costume.

Barry looks at Y/N seeing her look up at him smiling a bit to reassure them both.

“You’ll do perfectly Barry”

“Y/N....”

“Hm-“

“ON DECK”

The two flinch to the yell before going to the deck staring at Natalie and Antonio get close to wrapping up. Barry quickly turns to Y/N and before he could say anything Y/N grabbed his collar pulling him down to her level kissing him suddenly. The startling factor being the tears that rolled down her cheeks during it. Barry frowns parting gently resting his hands on her face.

“YOU TWO ARE ON!” Sally pushes the two in when the lights were down.

Y/N stood on her mark staring at Barry’s back where he started before turning to the crowd wiping away the tears that shed but a figure in the crowd stung in her heart. She held her head down for a moment before bringing it up when the lights turned on and Barry turned to her.

“That’s right. We do that sometimes, remember? We don’t cut each other any slack. If I’m being a jerk or an arrogant sonofabitch, you tell me. If you’re a pain in the a—, which you are ninety-nine percent of the time, I’ve got no problem telling you, or hurting your feelings, which have about a two second rebound rate before you’re off doing the next pain in the a— thing.” Barry states stepping forward and as he got closer to her his body retracted when she started crying. “So, it’s not going to be perfect. We’ll have to work at it every day.....But I want you.” He says resting his hand on her cheek watching her ease into it.

“I-....” Y/N choked looking up at Barry seeing he’s meaning what he’s saying. For them. Not the scene.

“Not for today, or next week, but forever. Every day, you and me. Think about your life twenty years or fifty years from now. Where do you want to be? If it’s with that guy, go. I lost you once. I suppose I can do it again. Just don’t take the easy way out. Answer one question for me. Forget about me and your fiancé and your parents for a minute. Forget about what you should do.” Barry states feeling her grab his shirt shaking right in front of him as the crying got heavier. “What about you? What do you want?” he whispers but the mic picked it up for everyone and before the lights went down, he presses his forehead against hers.

When the lights went off Barry pulls a bit away feeling Y/N grip onto his shirt for dear life. He looked out into the crowd watching the asshole stand up and he couldn’t take it.

Think of a different way. Fuck a different way.

When the students merged with the crowd, Barry immediately pushes her abusive boyfriend out into the open. Forcing him outside and before any of them said another word.

“Barry please—“ Y/N quickly caught up with the two staring at Barry look at him and the asshole. “Josh. Leave. Please just leave.”

“The fuck? I came to support you. But you went up with this guy? Are you cheating on me with this fucking asshat?” Josh got up in Barry’s face which wasn’t a good choice.

“I DIDNT ASK YOU TO COME” Y/N yells watching Josh push Barry only to make him retaliate the same way. “Barry please don’t do anything”

“Yeah. Listen to the fucking slu-“ before he could finish, Barry had head butted him in the face watching him stumble.

Y/N knew she could get in the crossfire but didn’t care as she tries to step in when Barry stepped in front of her when Josh grew infuriated immediately punching Barry in the face. But before he could retaliate, Nick and Antonio pulled him back as Sally and Sasha pulled Y/N into their embrace keeping her away from them.

“You gotta leave dude” Jermaine states to Josh as he gives Y/N an annoyed looked before looking back at Barry.

“Are you really fucking worth it? Or just an asshole like the rest of us” Josh states pushing Jermaine away from him before storming off tending to his broken nose.

Barry frowns relaxing so Nick and Antonio can let go of him. He adjusts himself before going back inside where Y/N quickly followed him. She grabs his arm forcing him to look at her when they were alone in a hallway.

“Why? Why did you...you didn’t have to”

“He shouldn’t have come..”

“I know but Barry—“

“That asshole doesn’t deserve you. He never did. You deserve so much better. I—FUCK” Barry frowns looking away to take a minute.

“Barry...”

“What?” He frowns looking at her watching embrace his arm being directly close. She looks up at him with a questionable look.

“You care about me....”

“There’s..so much more Y/N” Barry took his arm back to move his hands to her face locking eyes with the gorgeous woman in front of him. “I love you...I love you and it hurt me seeing what he did to you. All....all I want to do is protect you. Protect that smile of yours...only if you let me...and you did that night, but it started a hatred seeing him come tonight. He shouldn’t have come”

“I know...It was...a surprise to the both of us...” Y/N started to tear up again feeling Barry gently wipe them away with his thumbs. “You love me...? Even if...I’m broken goods?”

“You’re not broken goods Y/N...and if it takes a life time for me to show how worthy you are to me and everybody. Then I’m willing to take that time....because you mean the world to me”

“Oh Barry...” Y/N moves his hands off of her face bringing her arms around his neck hugging the tall man as Barry instantly wrapped his arms around her waist lifting her from the ground slightly. Holding her like his life depends on it digging his face into her shoulder. “You mean the world to me too....”

“I love you...I love you Y/N”

“I love you too Barry....”

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Hello! I've had this domestic sorta image going through my head lately. Rami's been working so hard that when he falls asleep, he's out so deep he snores! much to his partner's annoyance. There may even be drool. He denies he does this of course, then gets embarrassed and shuffles off to the couch, only to be dragged back to bed and into loving arms. 🥺 he might even gift them a pair of earplugs lol.

Tooth-rotting, wee-bit-sexy, FLUFF. Thanks so much for this request, Anon 🥰

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One of the reasons you fell in love with him was because of his work ethic.

Rami Malek didn’t just believe in the old adage that hard work paid off; he was living proof.

Unfortunately, Rami struggled to find balance in his quest to maintain what he had created for himself. It wasn’t that he thought there was a possibility everything could just stop, that in a night the world would forget about him and he’d be back to square one; he feared it.

But you also had a job, and unlike Rami, it operated within the conventional confines of time. He may be able to catch up on sleep long past the 5 am buzz of your alarm clock, but you could not.

And there was no way that you were going back to sleep unless his unbearable snoring stopped.

You didn’t want to wake him but you were desperate to get back to sleep. Very gently, you reached out in the pitch black of your bedroom to see if you could feel whether he was on his back and if that was causing the source of all the thunderous breathing.

Instead, your fingers landed in a cool, large puddle of drool before the bumped against his open mouth.

“Oh, eeew,” you groaned, wiping your fingers off on the sheet.

It was no wonder his snoring was so loud considering it was aimed directly at you.

Reaching much lower this time, you found Rami’s hip and pushed only to have him rock gently before returning to his exact same position, his snoring sputtering before beginning again at maximum volume.

This time, you pushed harder … a little too hard and Rami shot awake gasping for breath and groping for the bedside lamp.

He blinked stupidly before squinting in your direction.

“Wha’s going on?” he slurred.

His hair was wild, whatever product that had been in it had been unable to withstand whatever the hell your twitchy man did in his sleep. Rami’s cheek was also shiny, and that paired with his hair and squinted eyes sent you into a giggling fit.

“I fail to see what’s funny,” he said, annoyed. Rami hated being woken up once he actually fell asleep.

“You’re covered in drool and you’ve been snoring so loud, directly in my ear, for the past hour and half I had to do something.”

“I do not drool!”

You pointed to the wet patch on his pillow.

Rami reached up and touched his cheek, winced, and wiped at it, his hand scratching over his stubble.

“Snoring, too?”

“You’re almost 40. Things are bound to go to shit at your age,” you said flopping back onto your pillow and closing your eyes. You were so tired.

Without a word, Rami shuffled off the bed, picked up his pillow, then turned off the lamp. You listened as he shuffled out of the bedroom and covered your mouth so he couldn’t hear you chuckle when he ran into what you assumed was the door frame.

A few minutes passed in blissful, dark silence, but even though he was driving you crazy, it was worse being in bed without him. You ran through all the things you needed to do at work tomorrow and decided to say fuck it—like, Rami, you were a workaholic and had accumulated more sick time than you’d ever be able to use (god-willing).

Using your phone as a flashlight, you shuffled out to the living room only to see Rami sprawled on the couch on his back, his face illuminated by his cellphone.

“Whatcha doin?” you asked as you perched on the edge of the sofa near his chest, your hand running across his stomach as you watched his face under the garish glow of his phone.

He was quiet for another minute before he turned his phone around.

You took it and then laughed.

“Earplugs?”

“I’m sorry I’m such a pain in the ass but I hate sleeping alone.”

“Afraid I’m going to relegate you to the guest bedroom?”

“I am.”

“I would never,” you said as you handed him back his phone, the glow only just illuminating both of your faces in the dark. “Why do you think I’m sitting here right now?”

Rami’s lips twitched into a grin and you took his phone and turned it off, tossing it somewhere on the floor. You laid down on the sofa next to him and he wiggled onto his side to give you room. You both wrapped each other up in a hug and Rami nestled into your hair, inhaling deeply.

“I wish I could bottle whatever it is that makes you smell like you.”

“Oh yeah? Miss me when you’re away, Hollywood?”

Rami’s arms tightened around you and you felt him smirk.

“You know I do. Maybe I snore because the only time I ever really sleep is when I’m with you?”

“You’d be dead if that were true.”

“All right, cynical Sally.”

You laughed into his neck before tilting your head so you could kiss him under his jaw.

“Come back to bed. I’m taking tomorrow off so I’ll let you snore in my ear all you want.”

Rami chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“And drool on you, too?”

“Not if you want to have sex in the foreseeable future.”  

“Well . . . we’re both awake right now.”

“Are we?” you smirked as you placed sweet kisses along his pulse point. Rami’s leg had already worked between your own and his hands were roaming your body, alternating between kneading and softly touching.

“A part of me is definitely awake,” he murmured as he rolled his hips into yours.

You wormed out of his grasp and stood up, once again switching your phone’s flashlight on. Rami followed and as you walked back to the bedroom, you asked, “So when are my earplugs gonna be here?”

“Such a brat,” Rami said as you grabbed you around the waist and attacked your neck with his scruff, making you laugh as you struggled against him.

“I’ll behave!” you squeaked, finally breaking free and diving back into bed, your phone bouncing as you lost your grip on it.

Rami scooped it up and aimed the light at you, his hand connecting with your ass in a light smack before he clicked off the flashlight.

“Or not?” he suggested, his voice a low purr in the dark.