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"Doppelganger" *Part 17*

WHOO, y'all I really didn't think I had a lot left in me and then this just came pouring out. Wow. So yeah after about 3 hours and some crying and a breakdown later, here's another chapter. Definitely gonna get to 20. Oh yeah.

Warning: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. This one kinda got too close to home, but I made it that way so I have no one to blame but myself. If it hits close to home for you as well, I'm so sorry. Also if you're sensitive to....idk I guess I'll just say "drug use"? Use caution when reading.

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That Monday you went to class for the first time since you had been abducted. You slunk into class and sat in the back trying to remain unnoticed, but everyone instantly turned to you.

"Oh my god Y/N! Are you ok?!" One student asked you.

"How scary was it?" Another one asked.

"Was Nevada good in bed?" One girl asked you, causing three girls to hit her and shoo her away.

"I um...I…" you tried to breathe, but the questions and chatter kept coming. It was too much for you to handle. You grabbed your stuff and ran out of the classroom, down the hall.

"Hey sweetie are you ok--?" A young Hispanic girl asked you. It took you back to when Gabi had befriended you. You backed away from her and ran out of the building into the quad. You were hyperventilating, you could barely see in front of you. You collapsed onto the grass, crying. You hit your speed dial to call Chloe.

“Hello?”

“Ch-Chloe, I--” You could barely breathe, you were crying so hard. People were starting to stare, you had to get control of yourself.

“Y/N? Oh my god babe are you ok? What happened?”

“I...I need you…” You gasped, trying to get up and duck behind a building where no one could stare at you.

“Oh, oh honey I’m across town right now. Otherwise you know I’d come right down there,” She apologized. “Why don’t you call--”

“I can’t call Rafael,” You cut her off. “I don’t want him to know how fucked up I still am about all of this, we just started to get back to normal,”

“...Um okay, well I don’t know what you want me to--”

“Forget it, I’ll be fine,” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. You felt bad for being so short with her, but you weren’t exactly yourself right now.

You really didn’t want to have to use Rafael as your crutch, your lifejacket. He had his own life, his own career. He didn’t have time to babysit you. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You glanced around the corner, fewer people were in the quad now. You calmed yourself down enough to walk over and sit under a tree, breathing in the spring air.

You were just starting to calm down when your phone rang: RAFAEL CALLING.

Dammit Chloe…You reluctantly answered the phone with a fake chipper voice. “Hey baby!”

“Hola mi amor, Como estas?”

“I’m fine, Raffi…”

“Are you sure? Because Chloe just called me and--”

“She shouldn’t have called you,” You grumbled.

“Y/N, look baby if you’re in distress--”

“I’m not in distress, Rafael. I’m fine,”

“Are you--”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m sorry Chloe called you. I’ll see you at home,” You hung up the phone abruptly. You instantly felt guilty; why were you taking it out on him? He was just trying to help. But you didn’t want him worrying about you, that was the whole point. You just wanted to forget about everything for a while. You laid down under the tree and closed your eyes, enjoying the sunshine on your face.

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Meanwhile

Rafael really didn’t want to betray your trust, but he didn’t know what else to do at this point. You clearly needed outside help and you refused to let him give it to you, so he felt like he had no choice. He went down to the precinct and into Olivia’s office.

“Rafa,” Olivia stood up as he walked in.

“Hey Liv,” He nodded, giving her a small hug. She walked back around her desk as he took a seat.

“What’s up?”

“It’s….Y/N,”

“She’s having trouble dealing with her trauma, isn’t she?”

“...Yes,” He nodded sadly. “And she won’t talk to me. She won’t let me talk to her about it because she doesn’t want me to think of her as a ‘victim’ and--”

“Well of course not Rafael, you’re her--” She paused. “Are you two still engaged?”

“YES, Olivia,” He sternly replied. “We’re still engaged,”

“Okay, sorry,” She bit her lip. “Anyway, of course she’s not going to want to discuss her trauma with you, you’re her loved one. Would you want her to see you as a victim?”

“...No,” He shook his head. “But she needs to talk to someone,”

“Are you suggesting I talk to her?” Olivia half laughed. “Because that’s probably worse than talking to you--”

“Why? She won’t feel ashamed telling you things, she doesn’t care what you think of her,”

“Well, gee thanks,”

“You know what I mean,”

“Yeah I do. She doesn’t like me,” Olivia pointed out. “Which means she won’t be as open to me, you know that,”

“Well, I mean if any of the other squad members come to her she’s just going to be upset more and more people know about her, and I just thought---” He sighed and held his head in hands. “I just-- I don’t know what to do, Liv,”

Olivia came around her desk again and put a hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “...I’ll try, if you really want me to,”

He looked up and gave her a small smile. “Thank you, Liv,”

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That Night

You had come back to Rafael’s after your little meltdown. While you were at school, a very kind gentleman found you lying under the tree and noticed you needed a bit of shall we say, a chill pill. You had gladly taken a few and popped them on the way home, and you were currently sleeping it off in the front of the TV when Rafael came home, and he wasn’t alone.

“Y/N….Baby?” He called, but there was no answer. He gave Liv a worried look as he dashed through your living room, to find you unconscious on the couch while Netflix was asking “ARE YOU STILL THERE?”

“Oh my god, Y/N! Baby, baby are you okay? Y/N, wake up!” Rafael violently shook you as Olivia started to call for a bus. She stopped dialing when you groggily awoke, stroking Rafael’s face with a sleepy smile.

“Heyyy, baby--” You kissed him deeply.

“Are you--- are you high, right now?” He looked at you horrified.

“What? No! No….maybe a little bit,” You bit your lip trying not to giggle at his very serious face.

“God dammit-- Y/N, carino-- why--?”

“Oh my GOD,” You suddenly noticed Olivia standing behind him. “What is she doing here?”

“She came to--”

“Oh my god, you told her to come here didn’t you? You’re kicking me out, aren’t you? For HER?”

“What? No! Jesus Christ, Y/N what exactly did you take--”

“Oh yeah, let me just tell the ginger snap here what drugs I’m on, and then she can throw me in jail and have you all to herself!”

“What the-- alright that’s it, you with me,” He grabbed your arm and started dragging you to his room. “I’m sorry about this Liv,” He looked at her apologetically.

“Oh yeah, sorry Olivia, wouldn’t want to interrupt your romantic evening with my fiancée,” You mocked, making Rafael walk faster. He pulled you into the room but you were so out of it you flopped onto the bed like a rag doll.

“Jesus-- Okay seriously baby, you need to tell me what you took,”

“No! It was nothing, it was just something to calm me down, it’s not a big deal--”

“It IS a big deal!” He yelled angrily. “Look at you! You can barely sit up!”

“I’m fine! See?” You sat up for about 10 seconds before falling back down on the bed again. You started giggling uncontrollably until you saw Rafael’s face. He wasn’t angry anymore he was...sad? Scared? His eyes were filled with tears, his hand was over his mouth.

“....What is happening right now?” You blinked several times, trying to clear your mind. Seeing Rafael in distress suddenly made being high not so fun anymore.

“...You know this is how I had to see my dad every day when I was a kid,” He said through choked back tears. “You know how traumatic it is to see you like this Y/N I don’t know why--”

“What?” You suddenly sat up quickly, holding on to the edge of the bed to keep you upright. “I...no, you said he used to beat--”

“You think he was SOBER while doing that?!” Rafael yelled louder now, and became more angry.

“...No, I guess not--” You hung your head down, mostly because it was difficult to keep it upright.

“I...I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, I just can’t,” He threw his hands up and walked towards the door.

“Rafa I--”

“Just sleep it off, we’ll talk later,” He snarled and slammed the door.

Almost immediately you burst into tears; how could you have done this to him? You hadn’t really thought about his whole dad situation, but now that he said it out loud it made perfect sense.

You just wanted to feel better, without causing him grief. And instead you had caused him heartache and pain. It made you hate yourself more than you already did.

And to top it off, Olivia was now out there with him in the living room, probably comforting him. Holding him while he cried about how you hurt him. You were driving him right back into her arms, no potions needed. You wanted so badly to just go in there and tell her to get the fuck away from your man, but you still couldn’t stand. You just laid there and cried until you fell asleep.

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Hours later, you woke up to a dark room once again. It was 10:30. How long had you been out? You cautiously opened the door, but the living room was dark. Rafael wasn’t there?

“...Baby?” You called through the apartment to make sure, but sure enough there was no answer. You flipped on the light to see a note with your name on it. Oh god.

“No, no no no no--” You raced over and opened the paper, praying to God it wouldn’t say what you thought it would.

“Y/N-- Went out to clear my head, think about things. There’s food in the fridge I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be back?” You read out loud. When? Tonight? Tomorrow? A week from now? You started to grab your phone to call him, but before you could the door swung open and Rafael came sneaking in-- with Olivia.

“Oh my, Oh my god--” You wanted to vomit right there. They were both clearly a little tipsy and giggling, but when they saw you they straightened up quickly.

“Hey baby, you’re up,” He smiled sweetly, walking over and kissing your cheek.

“Oh so this is what we’re doing now, is it? I get high and upset you, so you go and get drunk to upset me?”

“What? No, I just-- we were just--” He looked to Liv.

“Y/N listen, we were just--” Olivia tried to explain.

“Oh I think you were JUST LEAVING, bitch,” You growled, starting to charge her but Rafael grabbed your arm.

“HEY, leave Liv alone,” He told you sternly, almost glaring at you. You had been here before, this was too familiar. You looked at him in surprise, then turned to Olivia with anger.

“...You did it again, didn’t you?” Hot tears stung your eyes as you swiped your arm from Rafael’s grasp.

“Did what?” Olivia asked, oblivious.

“You dosed him again, DIDN’T YOU?!” You started to charge her again as you screamed, but this time Rafael grabbed you by your waist.

“Y/N! Nobody fucking dosed me, you wanna talk about dosing? Let’s talk about how I found you earlier,” He barked.

“That was completely different--” You started to defend yourself.

“Why? Because you wanted to feel better?” He asked you angrily. “Because I went out and did the same thing, and just because you’re insecure about Liv and I, suddenly she has me under a spell?”

“This isn’t you,” You shook your head with tears rolling down your cheeks. “It just isn’t, I know it’s not,” You looked to Olivia, who still retained her confused look.

“Olivia, can you--?” Rafael looked at her while nodding at the door.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll-- talk to you later,” She gave a little nervous wave before walking out and closing the door behind her.

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“See? Are you happy now?” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t go after her like a little love spelled puppy, Y/N,”

“You don’t have to mock me--”

“I told you I wasn’t under anything! You think that just because I’m mad at you, suddenly I must be under some kind of spell? Because, what? Because I can’t be mad at you, because you’re ‘going through something’? What about me?! What about what you’re putting me through?!”

“I’m trying NOT TO!!!!!!” You screamed.

“Yeah well you’re doing a hell of a job,” He laughed sarcastically, walking through the living room to his room.

“Rafael, Rafa!” You chased after him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“To what, Y/N? To get high in the middle of the day on god knows what? Or did you not mean to get caught?” He sneered as he started to get undressed.

“I just wanted to feel better!!” You stomped your foot.

“I don’t make you feel better? You need drugs for that?!” Tears came to his eyes. He couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“No!!! I just--” You paused, trying not to cry. “I just don’t want our relationship to be you constantly comforting me, or-- or taking care of me, like I’m a child!”

“Yeah well you’re sure as hell acting like one,” He tossed off his pants and dress shirt and stomped into his bathroom to get a t-shirt to wear with his boxers.

“....Why are you putting clothes on to sleep?” You asked him cautiously; you both usually slept naked in each other’s arms all night.

“Because I’m sleeping in the guest room, you can have the bed,” He pushed past you and out the door heading down the hallway to the guest room.

“No, no no no no Rafael don’t,” You quickly trailed him, grabbing his hand and making him face you.

“Why? I don’t make you feel better, why don’t you sleep with your pills?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he pulled away from you and started to walk away again.

“.....Please….” You softly whimpered, making him stop in his tracks. He didn’t turn around, he just looked at the ground and sighed.

“...Please don’t leave me alone,” You sounded like a little girl scared of the dark, but you didn’t care.

You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t need him anymore, because the truth is you did. You needed him by you every second of every day, you felt absolutely helpless without him. And you hated it. But you couldn’t hide it anymore.

After a long pause, Rafael turned back to face you, tears were streaming down your face. You looked so small and pitiful, he instantly regretted yelling at you like he had. He walked back slowly towards you, taking you in his arms and rubbing your back.

“I’m never going to leave you alone, carino,” He whispered as you sobbed into his chest. “I promise you,”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m so sorry about today. I just--”

“I know,” He nodded as he walked you back into his room and sat you on the bed as you pulled your clothes off. He took off his clothes and crawled into bed next to you, listening to your cries die down.

“I’m sorry I went out with Olivia, mi amor,” He apologized into your ear as he spooned you. “I knew how much that would hurt you and I did it anyway,”

“...It’s fine,” You nodded, even though you weren’t sure it was. But, you knew on some level that being high in front of Rafael would upset him and you did it anyway, so you couldn’t really hold onto it.

“....You really do need someone to talk to though, baby. Even if it’s not me,” He whispered, kissing the back of your neck gently. “Please?”

“Okay,” You nodded as you turned to face him. “I’ll do anything you want me to Rafa,”

“I want you to do it for you,” He pressed his forehead against yours.

“I don’t care about me, I care about you!” You shook your head.

“And I care about-- see this is what I’m talking about, baby,” He sighed. “You have to stop-- punishing yourself, or hating yourself, for whatever happened. We’re never going to be able to move on if you don’t,”

“....Okay,”

“Okay you’ll do it?”

“...I’ll try,”

“Okay,” He kissed you gently. “That’s all I’m asking,”

“....I flushed the rest of the pills,” You told him softly, making him smile for the first time that night.

“Thank you, baby,” He kissed you again.

“And I don’t care if you think that you’re--- being a burden, or needy, or some kind of anchor because you need me to feel safe. I want you to feel safe, all the time. And I WANT to be the one who makes you feel safe. Not drugs, not alcohol, not anybody else. Me. And if I need to be by your side 24/7 for the time being, then that’s what I’ll do,”

“What? Rafa come on--” You started to protest.

“No, I’m serious,” He took your hands. “I made a commitment to you, and I’m damn sure going to keep it. I will protect you from now until the end of our lives. So, I’ll call Morgan tomorrow and tell her that until further notice, unless I’m in court I’ll be working from home, okay?”

“I---I can’t ask you to do that--”

“You’re not asking me, carino. I’m offering-- No, I’m telling you, that’s what I’m doing,”

“....Okay,” You nodded with a small smile, snuggling closer into his chest as he pulled you tighter.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world,” He whispered to the top of your head as you fell asleep on his chest.

“I love you too Rafael,” You cooed as you drifted off to sleep.

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Slice Of Your Pie

Ch. 2 Red Hot

A/N: Hey you guys! Sorry it’s been awhile since I posted a new chapter. It was a super crazy busy week at work and by the time I got home I had no energy left to post. I also realize I forgot to put a summary of the story for chapter 1 as well, my bad you guys. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist for this story, please send me an ask. Now, enough of me babbling, let’s get on with this crazy love story.

Word Count: 3k

Triggers: Mentions of drug use and drug overdose, and language.

Summary: Veronica “Ronnie” Halliwel is a 22 year old rhythm guitarist who has been lookg for a new band ever since her last band ended after the tragic heroin overdose of their lead singer, Marie Dawson. She returned to work at her local Denny’s to make ends for her and her daughter, Alannah. Her luck changes when her uncle, Mick Mars, infamous guitarist for Motley Crue, comes to Ronnie with the offer of a lifetime: To become Motley Crue’s new rhythm guitarist. Ronnie jumps at the opportunity and also happens to catch the eyes of a certain bass player, who instantly falls for her insane beauty and absolute I don’t give a fuck attitude. Ronnie finds herself drawn to Nikki as well, but what she doesn’t know is the crazy road of decadence, chaos, and sex, drugs, and rock and roll that Nikki takes her on? Join Ronnie on this crazy journey as she finds true love amidst the chaos of her rock and roll lifestyle. Even if that love may very well end up being the death of her.

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@kat-976

1983

I was barely able to sleep that night due to my mind racing with excitement at the thought of meeting with Uncle Mick and the rest of the Crue the next afternoon. What if the rest of them didn't like my playing? Finally after awhile, i pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, knowing that sleep just wasn't going to happen. I grabbed my guitar and made my way to the living room. I quietly started to strum the chords to one my old songs, Misery Business(I'll be using Paramore songs for the She-Wolves). I close my eyes and let the music take me over. I start remembering performing this song for the first time and let myself smile at the memory.

Flashback, Whisky A Go-Go 1978

My heart was beating crazily in my chest as I sat in front of the vanity in my dressing room at the Whisky, getting ready for our first performance ever as a band.We had played at parties and smaller venues but nothing to this extent before. We had been putting up fliers all over the sunset strip all week, hoping to build a decent crowd for tonight. I looked over at Lyssa, watching her twirl her drumsticks in her hand and bounce up and down excitedly in her chair as she grinned at herself in the mirror. I always loved Lyssa's high energy, it was the first thing the drew us towards when looking for a drummer. A little bit further down our lead guitarist, Samantha, sitting there with a serious expression on her face as she plucked some chords on her guitar. Marie, our lead singer and my best friend, was sat right next to me, putting the finishing touches on her winged eye-liner and smirking at her reflection. We heard a knock on the door and turned our heads and told them to enter. Our manager, Beth Greene,(Did y'all see what I did there? Lolz) poked her head in the door and smiled at all of us, "Girls! Five minutes to show time!!!" We all stood up, Samantha and myself grabbing our guitars, Lyssa still twirling her drumsticks, and Marie smirking at herself one last time in the mirror before we all walked out of the dressing room and towards the stage. We all walked to our respective spots on the stage, taking in a deep breath as Marie tapped our set list to the side of the amp, walking back to her microphone, "Hey LA!!! Are you ready to rock and roll??? We are The She-Wolves and this song right here is called Misery Business!!!" The crowd went crazy as the lights come on and Samantha went into the beginning riff of Misery Business and Marie began to sing the lyrics:I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top

She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock

It's a matter of time before we all run out

When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth

I waited eight long months

She finally set him free

I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me

Two weeks and we had caught on fire

She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I've gotten what I wanted now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But God does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause God it just feels so

It just feels so good

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change

Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change

And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged

I'm sorry honey, I passed out, now look this way

Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you

Looking as innocent as possible to get to who

They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right

Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I've gotten what I wanted now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But God does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause God it just feels so

It just feels so good

I watched his wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving you

Just watch my wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, well I never meant to brag

But I've gotten what I wanted now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But God does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause God it just feels so

It just feels so good

Marie belts out the final note and the crowd goes even wilder and begins to chant out our name. I couldn't believe how amazing this felt. I had never felt anything close to this performing before and it was absolutely addicting. It was from that moment forward that I knew that this would be my true calling, what I was meant to do for the rest of my life. I knew that nothing would ever come close to the absolute thrill and rush of performing in front of a crowd, the vibe and energy were absolutely unreal. We all looked at each other and smiled as we began our next song, Crushcrushcrush........

End Of Flashback

I smirk as the memory fades and I place the guitar down on the couch next to me. That was without a doubt the greatest night of my life, next to the night Alannah was born of course. . I will never forget the rush adrenaline going through as we performed that night. It was the thing I had missed the most, that rush and feeling like your on the absolute top of the world and nothing could bring you down. There was absolutely nothing that came close to it. I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and laid down, finally feeling relaxed enough to sleep. I remember as I was finally slipping to the dark abyss of sleep having a feeling that tomorrow would absolutely change my life forever and I couldn't wait to go on this crazy new adventure and finally fulfill my dreams of becoming a rock star. I expected the journey to be crazy but nothing could prepare me for the absolute insane train-wreck of debauchery and decadence that motley crue would take me on. Especially a particular bassist, who would become not only become my best friend but would eventually worm his way into my heart and become the love of my life as well. And this here, is where our love story truly begins.

The next day couldn't go by fast enough for me. It felt as if time was purposely going by slowly just to screw with me that day. It also didn't help that it was a particularly slow day at the diner for once, which was really unusual for a Friday afternoon. I kept drumming my fingers against the counter top, staring at the clock as it tortuously moved ever so slowly. It had been over thirty minutes since my last customer had left and I was bored out of my mind. I mean, a girl can only clean the same tables so many times before she loses it, right? I jumped up when I heard the bell on the door go off as a customer walked in. It was an elderly gentlemen. I walked over to him, got him sat at his table, handed him a menu, got his drink order, an walked away to give him time to decided what he wanted. I brought over his coffee, put in his lunch order, which was a turkey sandwich and bowl of chili, and waited for our cook, Lauren, to complete his order. Once his meal was ready I brought it to him and offered to refill his coffee. He sat there and read the paper as he ate his lunch. Once he finished, he paid his bill and left me a generous ten dollar type, which totally made my day. Once I cleared off his table and brought his dishes to the back to be washed, I looked up at the clock and it was finally time for me to get off work and go pick up Alannah from school. I smiled to myself as I walked to the back, hung up my apron and walked out the back door to my car. I remember the car ride to pick up Alannah being a blur as all I could think about was how my excitement rose the closer I got to my meeting with the boys. I picked her up from school and rushed home so I could change and start getting ready.

I rushed up to the apartment door to unlock it, rushing inside and to my bedroom to change out of my work uniform. I chose a cheap trick crop top, black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and doc martens as my outfit. I fixed my makeup in my vanity mirror and put my hair in my signature ponytail. I smile at myself in the mirror, loving how my look turned out. I walk out to the living room and check on Alannah, seeing her working on her homework at the coffee table. I grab my keys off the side table by the couch and look at Alannah, letting her know it's time to go to the meeting. She jumps up from the floor and starts following me to the door. We get in the car and head to the studio. My heart started beating wildly in my chest from the excitement I felt. I couldn't stop smiling the entire car ride there. This was an absolutely amazing opportunity and I planned to take full advantage of it. I squealed to myself as we pulled into the parking lot, my excitement overwhelming me for a moment. I couldn't believe the moment was finally here. I grabbed Alannah's hand and walked into the lobby of the studio, going to the front desk to find out where we needed to go. I let the pretty brunette receptionist know my name and she immediately called upstairs to let my Uncle Mick know I was here so he could head down to the lobby to come get us. We waited a few minute until we head the ding of the elevator and looked over to see Uncle Mick making his way towards us. We both got up and ran to him so we could wrap him up in a hug. It had been a couple months since we had last seen him and we had missed him dearly. He chucked and looked down at us "God it's so good to see both of my girls, I have missed you guys so much!!!!" We finally let him and he put his arm around my shoulder as he lead me and Alannah up to the studio. We made idle chat and caught up with one another as we waited for the elevator to take us to the proper floor. The elevator finally stopped and we made our way out as the doors opened.

We followed Uncle Mick as he lead us through the hallways to motley's studio. We kept walking fora few more minutes until we finally got to a door that said: Motley Crue recording in Progress. Uncle Mick opened the door and we walked in the room, the other three band members stopping their conversation and turning around to face us. . I saw smiles appear on all of their faces as they looked me up and down, especially Nikki, bassist and primary songwriter for the band. Uncle Mick introduced me to each member, starting with Vince, who tried to wiggle his eyes suggestively as I shook his hand, than Tommy, who had the biggest smile on his face and exuded the most amazing energy. I instantly loved his vibe, it reminding me of Lyssa's insane energy. God, those two would be perfect for each other if they met. Last but certainly not least, we finally got to Nikki, who had the biggest smirk on his face as we walked his way. I finally took the time to get a good look at him and my god, I couldn't believe how absolutely gorgeous he was. His black hair was teased to absolute perfect, sticking up in every direction, black liner lined his gorgeous emerald green eyes, he wore a black leather jacket with leather pants and a black shirt that Fuck on the front of it. To say that I was awestruck would have been the understatement of the fucking century. I remember him taking my hand in his and bringing it to his plush pink lips so he could place a soft kiss to the back of it and winked at me as Uncle Mick introduce us, making a soft pink blush rush to my cheeks. Looking back at it now, I should've known than and there that he would be trouble but by god I just couldn't bring myself to care. All I knew is that the moment I looked into his eyes, I was absolutely done for and there was no going back. We all talked for awhile getting to know one another a little better, Alannah sitting in the corner coloring in the coloring book Mick had set up for her. After awhile, we all decided to start jamming and grabbed our instruments while Vince walked up to the mic. We had decided to play Red Hot a song of their new album. Uncle Mick took a minute to show me the riffs and we both began to jam together, Tommy joining in on the drums and Nikki following right behind on his bass. Vince began belting the lyrics into the microphone:

Fight for the black shark

See what evil brings

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Love from a shotgun

License to kill

Can't you see we're out for blood?

The kids scream in fright through the night

Loving every bite with delight

And we blow out our minds with your truth

And together we stand for the youth

Red Hot, red hot

To the top, we are

Red hot, shout at the devil

We've laughed at your wars

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Run with the pack, now

Always ask for more

Can't you see we're out for blood?

The kids scream in fright through the night

Loving every bite with delight

And we blow out our minds with your truth

And together we stand for the youth

Red Hot, red hot

To the top, we are

Red hot, shout at the devil

We've laughed at your wars

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Run with the pack, now

Always ask for more

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Red Hot, red hot

To the top, we are

Red hot, shout at the devil

We've laughed at your wars

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Run with the pack, now

Always ask for more

Can't you see we're out for blood?

Uncle Mick wailed out the final guitar riff as Vince belted out the final note. We all looked to each other and smirked. Our frist jam session together had been absolutely insane and we could all fee the chemistry between us. I had never felt anything like it, even when I was with the She-Wolves did I feel this type of magic. I will never forget that moment for the rest of my life. It was the moment I knew that I had finally found my band after having searched for so long and it was absolutely amazing. I remember looking around at all the guys and locking eyes with Nikki once again and smiling at him. He plastered his signature smirk on his face, put down his bass and began walking over to me. Once he reached me he wrapped his arms around me in a hug and looked down at me and said, "I know I speak for myself and everyone here when I say welcome to the band Ronnie Halliwel." My face broke out in a huge smile and I wrapped my arms around him and just kept shouting "Thank you. Thank you guys so much! I'm so excited to work with you guys!!!" I grabbed Alannah and swung her around in my arms, I hadn't bee this happy in so long. I couldn't believe my luck. I looked around the room one more time and locked eyes with Nikki once again. I smiled to myself and looked away. I couldn't wait to begin this crazy adventure and also to get to know Nikki better as well. Something told me he would be a huge part of my journey. Little did I know how right that would turn out to be.

[cybrfang]

You're Family

Hey:) can you make a fic or something where the lost boys are new kids at The readers school and they try to recruit her? Thanks :)

Requested by: Anon

Tagging: @thelostgirl-crylittlesister @excusememecouldyoupleaseleave @lionheartmadre @dead-inside-and-drunk-outside @trekmeoutgoodlooking @coffinkin @uwu-ni @any of else that I've missed

Tags: slight angst, cussing, anxiety about school, rude teachers.

Ayy!! Hopefully you like it, I've been trying to work on my writing and make it a lot better lol. I'm thinking of putting all my stories on my AO3 account lol. What do y'all think?

You weren't particularly having a good day so far. First your little brother spills his finger paints on your algebra homework, then you find out you left your Honors chemistry paper at home and now, half of your group -meaning everyone but you and Tanner- are at home sick, or ditching. So, that means you've got to do the presentation on the industrial revolution all by yourself, and let's face it, Tanner isn't going to help you one bit. To top it all off, David and his goons are here to convince you to join their merry little band of men. Well… teenage boys, one teenage girl, and a young boy. But Star stayed home with Laddie. She at least appreciated your opinion on things.

It just isn't fair! You've been doing everything right, being a good girl! You've been going to bed on time, showing up for class, and hell, you've even stopped drinking and smoking! But life still wanted to play the villain in this tale. You try and you try, but evil keeps winning. And by evil, you mean stupid pretty boy vampires who now have access to your night school somehow. Why they were here, well, you knew the answer to that. But, why they decided to actually enroll in your school was beyond you. They've been here for about 3 weeks now. As angry as you were, you had to hand it to them… they were definitely committed to this charade.

The worst part of your day so far though… AP Government. You didn't even know a single thing about American Government. Well… you knew somethings. But, only the things they forced you to learn in middle school, aka over 42 pages a night in the textbooks with annotations to prove you actually studied. You also knew the things that actually interested you, and mattered in your life. Last year's World History class was kinda fun. So, of course you did your work, and got A's and B's (with the occasion C) on your tests. But, the only problem in that was the teacher actually thought you were smart. He told you that you would do really well in AP Government, that you could handle it. And, like a fool, you took him up on his offer. Let's just say, that was probably the dumbest thing you've ever done in your life besides chill with the lost boys. Now to make matters worse, those creeping assholes were in your class. You were currently sitting at your desk, trying to finish the timeline that was due today when you felt something hit your back.

'Just ignore them (Y/N), you have work to do and Ms. Murray won't give you a deadline.’ She probably would if you were being honest with yourself. You always pushed yourself with this class to the point of a break down. Most of the papers you turned in had tear stains on them. One of the boys would find you in your room hyperventilating, curled up in a ball almost every week. That's one of their reasons for trying to ‘save’ you from this place. You had a theory that she had a quota she's gotta meet for the amount of kids she has to break. You figured enrolling in night school would make things a lot easier -you also figured that it would make you too busy to hang with the boys and sorta fuck up and drink David's blood or something- on your poor mental state after last year. But, again… you were wrong.

*Thwack*

God damnit! Can't they take a damn hint or something? You needed to do work, not joke around or skip class, or whatever they wanted you to do. Fucking boundaries people!  With this new distraction you were a little behind schedule. It was irking you to no end that they just up and decided to go put themselves in your day… well night but it didn't matter. You weren't going to take them up on this dumb offer. No way were you gonna stay in just one place for the rest of your life. Besides what if they got bor-

*Thwack*

“For fucks sake, WHAT?!” You turned around in your seat to glare daggers at an innocent looking Paul. Who it so happened, was in the process of balling up another paper to throw at you. Your little whispered outburst wasn't as quiet as you had hoped it was. You heard your teacher's chair scrap on the ground as she stood up. “If you're still working you shouldn't be talking.” You turned back around to look at her, heat creeping up on your face. She must be waiting for a response from you, or else she was just looking at you to make everyone around you know that she was calling you out. You were beyond lucky that you were a decent liar. Many months with those morons at least gave you something.

“No, I'm not done with my work. I just wanted to help Paul with his timeline. He's a bit behind and still working on American Political Ideologies and Beliefs so I wanted to give him a few tips.”

Ms. Murray smiled a bit, looking like she didn't just try to embarrass you and nodded, “Well as long as you can do your work and talk at the same time then.” She gestured down at your timeline which was in need of a bit of color. You snuck a look behind you and felt a childish urge to stick out your tongue. David and his boys were smirking at you, finally catching your attention in what seemed like forever. You guessed that they took your glare as an invitation to join your table with the false notion that you were going to help them with their work, because that's exactly what they did.

“Ugh, what do you want?” You looked up at the teacher, keeping your voice low.

“We just want your help sista.” Dwayne leaned back in his chair, pointing to his timeline, which was just a blank piece of paper with his name hastily scribbled on the bottom left hand corner. All of their papers looked like that, except for Marko's. His had a few facts on it, with a little scribble of a robot cat next to his name.

“Sure. You want my help, and I want jump in the middle of traffic.” Dwayne chuckled at your words, grabbing his paper and balling it up like the ones thrown at your back a few moments ago. He leaned forward a bit, reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear. “We've done that before.” You thought for a moment on that memory of playing chicken with all of them. But that didn't matter at the moment. “What do you really want? I'm trying to get my work done here.” Paul opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“And if this is about you trying to abduct me into your weird undead cult, then forget about it.” You slammed your colored pencil on the table in a huff, breaking off the tip. Damnit, you needed that stupid color to get this paper over with. If you finished early, you could claim you didn't feel good and leave. Groaning, you got up with the pencil, and walked over to the sharpener. You vaguely heard someone get up and follow behind you. Stopping to stand next to you as you positioned your pencil.

“It's not a cult.”

You snorted rolling your eyes, looking at David. “Doesn't matter what it is. I'm not going to join it.” His face was blank, not letting you see the emotions behind his words, but his voice alone made you realize he was losing his patients “You’re testin’ me kid. I've been nice because of Star, but tell me why I shouldn't just give up and leave you to the wolves.” You felt your body go numb, your throat closing up a bit hearing the threat underneath the words. The threat of leaving. You shoved your pencil in the machine, letting it's loud noise fill the classroom. You looked down at it, needing to escape the piercing blue eyes still studying you. When you pulled your pencil out, you looked back at David. “You’re way too invested in me at this point, and Marko and Paul wouldn't let you hear the end of it if you did.” You took a step back, looking at him still. “Plus, I seem to remember you making a promise never to give up on me. You don't really seem like the type to break a promise, and that promise doesn't really have a loophole in it.”

You weren't going to give that thought up anytime soon. It didn't matter if he was high or you were drunk that night. He promised on his family that he would never give up on you. You even made him pinky promise. You walked back to your table and sat down before he did. Pulling your chair in for him to easily pass behind you, he leaned down by your ear; speaking so quietly it was almost like he didn't even speak at all. “I'm a vampire, not fae. I can break promises if I want… you're just lucky that your fun.” Marko snickered into his hand as David sat down, earning a glare from you. He held up his hands in surrender, a mischievous smile on his face. It wasn't just mischievous though, it was the face of someone who wanted you to laugh too, to bring you in on the joke. That helped put you at ease. You knew they all liked you, it was obvious from the way they treated you and tried to get you to join them. But, you had your reasons and you needed to stick with them.

“Why can't we just go back to hanging out without you guys pestering me all the time? I would love to chill all night and not have to watch what I'm drinking for a red color.” You chuckled a bit, not even that frustrated. “I would love to drink wine again without the constant fear of it being blo-”

Each boy seemed to jump a bit towards you, but with Paul being the closest to you it was his hand that covered your mouth. This wasn't something new to you, but it still pissed you off. But, before you could yank his hand off of your face, you heard the monotone voice of your teacher right behind you.

“Ms. (L/N) if you want to continue this conversation, don't you think it would be wise to just step out of the room?” You turned around to stare at her, the implication in her voice making a dull fire start to burn in your gut. “You obviously don't appreciate the time I'm giving you to finish your assignment, and you would rather just sit around goofing off, holding your peers back.”

The last part of that sentence seemed to pour gasoline on the flame. You pushed back in your seat to stand up, shaking the tables and missing the satisfied smiles on the boys around you. “I'm holding them back? Oh hunny you must think they're here to get an actual education. When was the last time they actually turned anything  in?” She made to cut you off, holding up her index finger as if to scold a young child. “When was the last time anyone in this fucking class actually turned in anything completed other than me?” You stepped forward a bit, your hands curling into fists. She seemed to notice as she backed up from you, her eyes darting to the phone on her desk.

“Oh just fucking…fuck it!” You grabbed your timeline and crumpled it up in a ball, turning to throw it at her. She had moved when you turned around. So instead of hitting the wall near her, you ended up hitting her in the face with a lot of extra force for a paper ball. Your skin burned again like earlier, but your scowl stayed in place. She opened her mouth, her face around it probably more red than yours, but was cut off for the second time. Around 4 more paper balls hit her in the face with a lot more force than necessary. You didn't wait to see what she had to say after that. You grabbed your things and left the room, hearing the boys laughing and following after you.

You made it down the block from the school before what you did truly hit you. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, oh fuc-” You felt a pair of hands grab you from behind and spin you around.

“Marko put me down!”

He laughed in response, pulling you in for a hug from behind. Dwayne hugged you from the front, barricading you in an arm prison. A car driving by honked, making you groan. Paul popped his head over Marco's shoulder looking at you while David did the same but from behind Dwayne's shoulder, almost standing next to all of you. “Why are you freaking out babe?” Marko mumbled to you. His lips brushed against the top of your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. “Why? Did you just ask why dude? Cuz I'm pretty sure I just got myself kicked out of school that's why.” You slumped down defeated in the boys arms, falling between them on the ground. If you looked up at this moment it would look very wrong for all the beeping cars driving by. David pulled out a cigarette and lighter, putting the cigarette in his mouth. He pointed at Paul, and then at you while lighting the smoke.

Paul smiled and weaved his way in between both boys, scooping you up bridal style. You leaned into his chest, not expecting any warmth, but feeling comfortable nonetheless. You sniffed the air, confusion on your face. He smiled, leaning down to speak to you. “We had to take so may baths, spray so much shit on us so we didn't smell dead in our seats for long. The lengths we all went through just to get you to talk to us mama.” You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “None of you thought to call me? At least send me a text?” You smirked knowing the answer before they said it. Of course they wouldn't do that, they didn't like phone. The phones they liked needed a quarter to call someone. Dwayne shook his head, ignoring your question.

“We needed to show you that we were serious.” You were quiet when Paul placed you on the ground in the alley a few more blocks away from the school. You were out of prying eyes from the road. “I knew you guys were serious, but you're just…” You trailed off trying to find the right words. They were wrong for wanting you to join them. They were wrong and you knew it. They just didn't know it yet. Of all of the things they could've asked from you, they choose forever.

“Wrong?”

You looked up at Paul, a small frown on his face. It made your heart ache to think that he didn't truly know.

“(Y/N), the only one wrong here is you.” The ache went away, stubbornness replacing it as David crouched in front of you, turning his head to blow smoke out. “We know what we want. We want you. We know what you want. You want us.” Ugh they could be so infuriating sometimes. “You don't know what I want, if you knew what I wanted you wouldn't be trying to force any of this on to me. You haven't taken what I want in consideration at all!” You pushed yourself off the ground, looking down at David as he stayed crouched. “Then tell us what you want then.” He mumbled, slowly following after you. Looking into his eyes, you felt your own tear up at all of the confusing feelings swarming in your head. After a few moments of silence trying to get your thoughts in order, you felt the tears slip down your face.

“I don't want to be forgotten David. I don't want to be stuck in one place for the rest of my life if all of you find out I'm not what you all thought I was. I don't want Laddie or Star to figure out one day that I'm the worst thing to happen in this family.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, squeezing tightly. You felt fingers on your face, wiping away the tears streaming down it. You looked over to your right, locking eyes with Dwayne. He looked almost disappointed. You would too if you found out that someone was right about something you were blind to. You just wanted to go home, this was all too much and after tonight you might've just lost the only true friends you had.

“Why would we forget you?” You looked over at Paul, confusion on his face. “You're probably the dopest chick we know. What other human wants to try to ride a motorcycle standing on the seat? Or playing in the highway with us? What other human is willing to distract a police officer and a carni just so we can unscrew a horse on the merry go round? Who has the guts to do all of that?” You chuckled remembering all those times and more. “You would find someone like me on that front don't worry.” You tried to back up, the wall behind you making that impossible. Marko reached forward and flicked you on the nose, making a tsk tsk noise. “No we wouldn't. Do you know how afraid people are of us?” You saw Dwayne nod out of the corner of your eye. “You are probably the first human to ever walk up to us in public, and demand that we tell you we're not human.” You laughed a bit more, remembering the shocked faces that night. “Well….none of you are really discreet you know? I mean what normal human jumps off a ferris wheel?” You scoffed as they all pointed at you, “Not so I can scare people! Maybe I would if I was drunk but come on, really?”

David stepped forward, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. “As for Star and Laddie, they think the world of you. You're all they ask about when we would get home. I'm pretty sure Star has a crush on you.” You opened your mouth to dispute that, but he placed a finger at your lips, pointing to his head. “Trust me, I know. Okay?” You nodded, but you weren't fully convinced. “Laddie sees you like a big sister. He loves you.” You felt your face heat up, one last time. God, how many times were you going to blush tonight? David reached into his trench coat, pulling out a flask and holding g in front of your face. “Be one of us (Y/N). Come home.” You stared at the flask, so many thoughts running through your head. He noticed your hesitation and nodded, “If you say no, I promise we won't ask again. Just… say yes.” It almost seemed like he had a hint of desperation in his voice. Almost like he wanted you to know that in his own way, he cared. You looked around at the other boys. Dwayne, Marko and Paul. They cared too. Why did it take you so long to really see that? To see that they all love you in their own weird ways.

They were already your family. You didn't need to drink blood to see that now, but…

You reached out, grabbing the flask and watching David's face. He gave nothing away, in case you changed your mind. You unscrewed the lid, narrowing your eyes in the dark midnight. You couldn't see anything, but you would bet from the almost iron like smell, that it was his blood in there. “Sleep all day?” The boys around you smiled, trying not to laugh. Dwayne leaned forward, “Party all night girl.” You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes. A smile tugged at your lips, feeling that you made the right choice. “It better be fun, being a vampire.” You brought the flask to your lips, downing a few swings. You heard the boys around you laugh and yell, almost sounding far away. You opened your eyes, finding yourself to be alone. The flask in your hand was empty, you drank it all. That's weird… you only remember drinking a few gulps. You heard the echoes of laughter around you, the ally way finally giving away that Dawn was approaching. You stepped out, and walked to a place where you could see the sun.

You ended up on the boardwalk, your limbs protesting and asking for sleep. But, you settled on the sand and stared out over the ocean, watching the sun rise. It felt almost sad, with you not knowing how long the sunrises would last for you. You didn't know much about being a vampire, but the main deal was no sunlight. You shook your head, getting rid of the thought. It would be something you dealt with for another time. You smiled as the sun was in the sky, the wind blowing your hair a bit. This was going to be… interesting. You stood up, and began to head home to go to sleep. You were going to have a busy night later.

[iliketowrite1996]

Rivals, Ratings, and Roses part 2

    WARNING- sexual themes implies but nothing graphic at all, just in case it makes you uncomfortable!

T’Challa has you pressed against the wall, his full, warm lips moving in synch with yours as hid rough hands pull you closer. He slides his tongue across your bottom lip before you gasp, and he slides it into your mouth. All you can feel his the curls on top of his head under your fingertips, his heart beating against yours. You taste the mint of his toothbrush, smell that divine cologne he always wears, and hear him whisper your name softly.

    ‘’What,’’ you kiss him again.

    ‘’Wake up.’’

    ‘’What?’’

    ‘’WAKE UP!’’

    You’re startled out of your dream then, heart threatening to beat right out of your chest as you shoot up in bed.

    Your roommates, Wanda Maxinoff and Deena Harris, are staring right at you.

    ‘’Girl, did you know I can hear you all the way down the hall,’’ Deena raises an eyebrow at you, ‘’I was in the kitchen. You sleep with your door open. I thought you’d brought someone home.’’

    ‘’Someone named T’Challa, more specifically,’’ Wanda smirks, her eyebrow raised as well.

    ‘’Did y'all just decide to come in here and raise perfectly arched eyebrows at me? Speaking of which, why are they so arched? Why are they so perfect? Did you get them done without me,’’you question your roommates, getting out of bed and making your way to the bathroom.

    Of course, they shuffle off behind you, eager to gossip about the dream you wish that you’d been having.

    The dream that seems to be a reoccuring theme in your night time routine.

    It seems to go like this lately: you come home, you and your roommates have dinner, you get some work done, you do your nightly shower and skin care routine, you brush your teeth, you read to yourself, you go to bed.

    You have an increasingly hot dream about T’Challa, and you wonder where it’s coming from.

    He’s a good looking guy, sure. And those lips look amazing, especially when he’s concentrating on  story and he’s biriting it gently and crap, what are you doing?!

    He is still the same arrogant man that drives you up the wall, gets under your skin.

So why are you thinking about his lips pressed against yours, his hands on your waist, how his lips taste and whether or not he is a good kisser or not?

Besides, he has a whole girlfriend. He’s been in a relationship with that supermodel, Nakia, ever since you met him. Before that, even. Her photo is on his desk. It’s endearing and annoying.

‘’Girl, he’s got you pressed like a panini,’’ Deena rolls he reyes, gliding into the bathroom and brushing her teeth,

‘’He does not,’’ you insist, cleaning the face cream off, ‘’He is annoying.’’

‘’Annoyingly attractive,’’ Wanda supplies, brushing her hair.

The nice thing about sharing an apartment with these two women is that you can afford the rent, you all work at different places so you can come and talk about your day with new stories, and they aren't anywhere near the subject of your recent dreams.

The bad thing is- three women, one bathroom.

    ‘’He is insufferable and a pain in the you-know-what,’’ you scoff, the three of you filing out of the bathroom to go to your rooms.

    You love these girls, and they are truly your best friends. You’ve known Deena since high school. The first thing she ever said to you was, ‘’Do you want to fight?’’. The second thing she ever said was, ‘’We’re going to be friends.’’ She’s been your best friend ever since.

    Wanda you met in college when you worked at a bookshop. Her brother had spent his time hitting on you, and you knew damn well that you didn’t want to get involved with him. She sensed your discomfort, told him to move on, and the two of you spent the rest of your shift together talking about random things and making plans for the weekend.

    ‘’All I’m saying,’’ Deena begins, her back turned to you as she slides on her jeans, ‘’Is that you have got it B-A-D bad for this man.’’

    ‘’I do not,’’ you huff out, ‘’Go to work and stop making me try to talk about my feelings.’’

    ‘’Girl, we all know how you feel about him. I could hear you down the hallway.’’

    ‘’Goodbye, Deena,’’ you laugh out loud then, sliding on your black pants.

    Ramonda is pretty lax about what you wear to work as long as it is presentable. So you wear a blue and white, bellsleebed shirt and black jeans and black ballet flats.

    ‘’You look nice,’’ Wanda states as you walk into the kitchen where she is setting a cup of orange juice on the table, ‘’Drink up. You have a long day.’’

    ‘’I won’t if I don’t come up with a story today,’’ you sigh,taking a granola bar off of the table and chomping down, ‘’I should head out, though. I promised Peter I’d walk with him this morning. He thinks taking the scenic route will ‘Clear my mind’ or something.’’

    ‘’Aww, he’s a good kid,’’ Deena sighs, thinking about the time you’d invited him over for dinner when his Aunt May had to work late.

    ‘’He is,’’ you agree, grabbing your bag, ‘’Well, I’m off. Have fun at the daycare, Deena. Have fun at the art gallery, Wanda.’’

    ‘’Will do,’’ they state in unison, and you head out of your apartment and into daytime in New York.

    The foot traffic is heavy, so you really have to shuffle to get to Peter’s apartment before seven.

    And… he isn’t there.

    ‘’He said he called your cell phone,’’ May says, looking at the clock on the stove, ‘’He left about an half hour ago. Said he had to make a run.’’

    You look down to see one notification from him nder calls and another under messages.

    Ugh.

    ‘’Alright. Sorry to bother you!’’

    ‘’No worries! He absolutely adores working with you, by the way,’’ May says fondly, ‘’I’ve never seen him so happy.’’

    ‘’That’s good to hear. Really. You have a good day,’’ you nod to her, making your way to the elevator and out of his apartment again.

You’re on the subway now, racking your brain for a story idea. Pulling out your phone, you tell Peter to meet you in the lobby so that he can walk up with you in case he forgets his ID.

Because he forgets his ID.

A lot.

‘’It was amazing!,’’ this group of teenagers gushes as you stand on the train, waiting for your destination, ‘’That spider dude totally kicked that guy’s butt.’’

Spider dude?

‘’He really did!,’’ the young girl nods excitedly, flipping her red hair over her shoulders, ‘’I wish I knew how he does it!’’

Color yourself intrigued.

You look up ‘Spider dude’’ then, and tons of videos of someone dressed in red and blue pop up, so you click on one.

He’s swinging from buildings, saving people, shooting something that looks like webs from his wrists…

He’s a modern, real superhero

And you think you’ve just found your story.

Peter  is waiting- for you in the lobby when you arrive at work, holding a cup holder with two iced-coffees and two bagels.

‘’Good morning,’’ he notices the elation on your face, ‘’What’s up? Did you find another meme?  Did someone tell you that you look like a movie star again?’’

‘’Peter, my boy, my news is better than that!’’

‘’ Okay, but ‘Peter, my boy’?’’

‘’Okay, look, I have no idea why I said it like that. The point is, my job, my promotion and your internship are saved. I’m going to need your help, but I know what we will be doing our article on.’’

‘’Yeah,’’ he asks as he follows you onto the elevator, ‘’What’s that?’’

‘’Brace yourself- we are going to an interview on the one, the only, Spider Dude!’’

‘’HAHAHA,’’ Peter laughs nervously before coughing to cover it up, ‘’Why him?’’

‘’No one knows who he is, Peter. He’s literally a masked hero, like a good-old fashioned superhero. He’s obviously just helping because he wants to because nobody knows who he is. Yet. Nobody knows who he is yet. I need you to help me.’’

‘’Are you sure this is what you want to write your paper on?’’

‘’Yes, Peter. I strive for excellence. You know that.’’

You also strive to beat T’Challa for this promotion, but Peter doesn't need to know that right now.

‘’So, Peter, will you help me?’’

He bites his lip then, and shrugs, ‘’I’ll do what’s right.’’

‘’Great,’’ you enter the office, guiding him towards the cubicle, ‘’And thank you for the coffee. You’re a life-saver.’’

‘’You have no idea,’’ he mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, because you finally have your story.

And not even T’Challa Udaku himself can bring your mood down.

That thought is short-lived because here T’Challa is, leaning against the opening to your cubicle as he greets you.

‘’How can I help you today, Mr. Udaku,’’ you swivel around in your chair, looking away from the laptop that you and Peter are currently huddled in front of.

‘’When you’re done watching videos with your intern, Ramonda would like to see us in her office.’’

You feel a little like a child being called to the principal's office, ut you ask Peter to keep working and follow T’Challa to Ramonda’s office all the way at the other end of the corridor.

‘’So, how are you,’’ he asks, breaking the silence.

‘’Um good. How are you? How long is Shuri here for.’

‘’A week,’’ he shrugs, ‘’I’m good. Tired. Nakia and I went to a party last night.’’

Let’s get one thing straight- you are not jealous of Nakia, okay? You don’t want anything she’s got.

And that pit in the middle of your stomach when T’Challa says her name is just the iced coffee getting to you.

Whatever.

He knocks before entering, and you follow suit.

‘’Hello, my queen,’’ T’Challa beams, using the nickname that he’s called her ever since her first started here, that never fails to get her laughing.

She laughs, greets T’Challa then you, and asks you both to take your seats.

You do, and she begins.

‘’So, I trust that you both came up with stories,’’ she looks to you, somehow mixing authority, concern and awe into her gaze all at the same time.

‘’I have,’’ T’Challa begins to explain, ‘’I thought ‘What’s more amazing than everyday heroes?’. So, I will be interviewing my sister, Shuri. She will start college here in the spring, and she is a STEM genius. In fact she is spearheading an outreach program from Wakanda as we speak to teach others about vibranium and its uses.’’

‘’Fascinating,’’ Ramonda looks at him with wide-eyes, ‘’That is amazing!’’

‘’I thought so, too,’’ T’Challa turns to you, that smirk evident on his face, ‘’What about you?’’

‘’Well, I can’t say that I found a sixteen-year-old stem genius. But I do know what I’m going to do- I am going to have the first, exclusive, one-on-one interview with the one, the only, Spider Dude!’’

Aaaand they’re both staring at you now.

‘’Spider dude,’’ Ramonda looks puzzled.

‘’You mean that guy that saves that buds from falling the other day by slinging, like a net or something?’’

‘’It was more like a web, but yes, T’Challa.’’

‘’What are you going to ask him? Does he speak to spiders?’’

‘’No!,’’ you defend, mentally planning to add that question to your list anyway.

What?

You’re curious.

‘’If you can land that interview,’’ Ramonda begins, ‘’It’ll be huge. I approve of both of your stories. Go and make me proud.’’

You and T’Challa thank her before exiting her office returning to your cubicles.

‘’Good luck with Spider dude, eh? Take some bug spray inc ase he gets on your nerves with hi answers, yeah?’’

‘’Goodbye, T’Challa,’’ you gripe, stalking off to your cubicle…

Where a red rose is waiting for you.

‘’Peter, what is this?’’

‘’Someone delivered it. It was here when I got back from the bathroom.’’

You pick up the single rose, carefully avoiding the thorns and reading the note.

‘’Have a good day, beautiful,’’ it reads.

And it is signed from your secret admirer.

As if you didn’t have enough to think about.

‘’Who is it from,’’ Peter questions.

‘’It does not say,’’ you set it down gently, ‘’No matter. That secret admirer can wait. Peter, you and I have a Spider-man to find. And a story to write. Let’s get to it.’’

And that’s exactly what you do.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MARVEL CHARACTERS MENTIONED, OR THEIR FICTIONAL WORLDS OR MATERIALS. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS.

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[starlight-parkers]

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

Summary: Just dating Peter… and being Tony’s daughter.

Authors Note: This was highly requested in the comments and I really enjoyed making the last one, so here ya  go! <3

Warning(s): swearing and deadpool (again)

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

•y'all “tis about to get wilD

•you and peter have a stable relationship™

-y'all don’t really fight

-if you do it’s something stupid

-“I CANT BELIEVE YOU ATE THE LAST BROWNIE, THE AUDACITY, I AM DISGUSTED, YOUR BEHAVIOUR IS ATROCIOUS”

-“ I’m lactose intolerant Peter”

-“YOU ARE A TERRIBLE- wait you are?!?!”

-“HAHAHA SIKE” *cue you running away with the last brownie*

•Tony usually mediates your fights.

-he doesn’t want his spiderlings to be sad.

-not good for his representation in the ‘approving dad’ world

-“(Y/N) I suggest you give Peter back his brownie”

-“I ate it”

-*tony giving you the scolding parent look*

-“what do you want me to do? Shit it out?”

-*cap bursts through the door* “LANGUAGE (Y/N)

•peter still uses pickup lines on you

-“my Spidey sense isn’t the only thing that’s tingling”

-“peter do you know what that means?”

-“yes it means I feel all tingly and happy when I’m around you”

-“BOiIi”

-he clearly gets these from Wade

•peter going on dad dates with Tony

-“I can’t believe you remembered our anniversary”

-“I could never forget it Mr Stark”

-“um Peter…you’re dating me?”

-“This is an A B conversation (Y/N) leave”

-your dad and Peter have probably been on more dates with each other than Peter has with you.

•you and peter are always together

-the avengers freak out when you aren’t.

-“WHERE IS THE LOCATION OF BROTHER PETER?? HAS HE JOINED THE DECEASED??? I SHALL AVENGE YEE MAN OF SPIDER”

-“Thor chill… he went to the bathroom”

•Peter always has his hands on you

-whether it’s holding hands, or he’s touching your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

-he likes to know that you’re always there.

•hUgS frOm BehInD

-y'all this is the only time Peter feels like he’s the big spoon

-he’ll rest his chin on your head and your back will be pressed to his chest

-aw™

•peter using his height to his advantage

-he’ll hide your things in high places

-so you call for help

-usually ends in you standing on him to get what you want.

•HICKieS yO

-it happened when you first showed Peter your room

-Tony told you to leave the door open but y'all didn’t let that bother you ;)

-“YOU HAVE TAINTED MY YOUNG PETER HE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME”

-“ father why do you not express this concern for me”

-“it’s because you’re the devils spawn”

•finally perfecting that spiderman kiss

-“WE FINALLY DID IT”

-“HELLS YEAH”

-“how do I get down?”

- *cue peter’s web snapping*

•stealing Peter’s clothes

-old and new

-he leaves a sweater at your place?

-BAM it’s yours

-buys a new shirt?

-BaM It’s yours

-he eventually runs out of clothes

-Tony buys him a new wardrobe

•having a meme group chat with Ned

-sending memes about spiderman

-peter regrets introducing you to Ned

•going on dates to the zoo

-Peter taking pictures of you admiring things

-a passerby reports Peter to the security guard for looking like a creep

-your dad has to bail peter out

•whenever peter loses you in a large group of people he always knows how to find you.

-“yo Pete where’s your girlfriend?”

-“hold on one sec” *shakes wallet*

-“DID I HEAR MONEY?!?!”

-“found her”

•spoiling peter bc you're filthy rich and he deserves the world

-“happy birthday baby!!”

-“(Y/N) is that a car???”

-*you smiling uncontrollably*

-”(Y/N) I can’t drive’’

-’’Its a keepsake’’ 

•convincing your dad to take peter on missions.

-instantly regretting it bc peter is a soft boi who needs protection.

-“If you die on this mission, I will kill you”

-updating the suit bc you must protec™

-“I’ve added extra padding to your suit to soften any falls”

-he literally cannot breathe now

•accidentally admitting that Tom Holland is your celebrity crush.

-“but we look exactly alike??”

-“don’t be ridiculous Peter, you look nothing alike”

•dates to museums and science exhibitions

-watching peter nerd out

-v cute™

•going out with Liz and Michelle for girls nights

-peter dropping in on you as part of ‘patrol’

-almost activating ‘instant kill mode’ when a guy talks to you

•you putting on the suit just to talk to Karan

-“am I the only one that thinks Peter smells like avocado? Like does he even eat avocado?”

-“I too have detected this unusual scent Ms Stark”

•Peter freaks tf out when you get sick

-like mental break down freak out

-he googles your symptoms

-which means he always thinks your dying.

-“I DIDNT KNOW WHAT SOUP YOU LIKED SO I BROUGHT ALL OF THEM USING YOUR DADS CREDIT CARDS”

-he brought like 50 tins of soup

-will not let you leave his sight

-“Peter I need to take a dump”

-“I’ll come with you”

•Wade is always crashing your dates

-he thinks you guys are friends

-“Wade will you ever leave us alone?”

-“Of course Peetie! When (Y/N)’s father accepts my adoption papers”

-“Why would a grown ass man need adopting?”

-“It’s to fund my expensive lifestyle”

-Wade also steals Peter’s wallet so he has an excuse to come along.

-eventually getting a restraining order on Wade.

•Star Wars marathons

-you thinking Luke Skywalker is hot

-Peter getting jealous

-he dresses up like Luke the next day.

•he finds your old spiderman fan account on tumblr

-when he does he just stares at you smugly from across the room.

-“what?”

-“oh nothing” ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-he starts texting you the ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) face.

-“so you bet spiderman is one sexy specimen under that mask?" ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-you want to die

-"I will delete you from my life”

•going to Starbucks for your anniversary dates

•peter insisting you have him on speed dial just incase anything happens

-you mostly use it to get food

-“hi”

-“(Y/N)??? Are you okay??”

-“I’ll have a double cheeseburger and fries please.”

-“(Y/N) pls”

-“what? I’m hungry”

-“may I remind you that I am  not supposed to be used for ordering take out”

-“then what the fuck are you supposed to be?”

-“your boyfriend”

-“oh yes that too”

•you wear matching outfits to school sometimes

-you are the power couple of the school

•taking Tony’s car for a joy ride

-crashing it bc peter gets nervous and webs up the windscreen

-it’s all good tho

-you use his card to buy a new one

-and blame it on Wade

•cute goodmorning texts

-“make sure to brush your teeth, you have terrible morning breath xox ~ (Y/N)

-"please brush your hair today, yesterday you looked like a yeti that had been run over and drowned in toilet water <3 Peter”

•everyone noticing how whipped Peter is for you

-except you

-peter doesn’t even know what that means he’s so outdated

•Peter has coffee mornings with Steve

-you’re never invited

•sending each other selfies

-your ugliest ones usually end up as your lock screens

-“who’s that horrendous looking creature?”

-“my fucking boyfriend bish”

•you die when peter speaks Spanish

-“pan caliente”

-“ I don’t know what you just said but please let it be the only thing you say at my funeral”

-he said hot bread

•Peter worries about your wellbeing

-he sets up daily reminders on your phone to drink water

-irl it’s just him texting you h20 puns and jokes

•you are very territorial

-if a girl so much as looks at Peter

-you will snatch the weave

-one time you actually pulled out some girls hair

-Peter thought it was hot™

-Steve and Tony did not ™

•stony are your parents tbh

•like your dad you have a lot of issues

-you’re scared peter will leave

-but he never does

-he always comes back

•arcade dates

-Peter gives you a promise ring from a vending machine

-the avengers freak out and think it’s an engagement ring.

-Steve gives you a lecture about patience and how you should wait.

-Tony on the other hand…

-“I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR MONTHS”

-“Uh Mr Stark, we’re 17 and it’s just a promise ring”

-“You are both disappointments and disgraces to the Stark name”

•caring for him after missions

-cuddles

-back rubs

-Peter is very clingy at this point.

•knowing exactly what calms each other down.

•Training with Peter

-having a run on the treadmill whilst he does weights.

-you trip and hit your head

-Peter drops a weight on his foot bc he’s shook.

-you both go to hospital and agree never to workout together again.

•carnival dates

-peter sees a game and insists he wins a price for you

-he loses

-3 times

-you end up having a go and you win a fish

-peter has the fish for 4 days of the week and you have him for 3

-the fish is your son™

-his name is ‘the fish™’

•stargazing and talking about a future together

•you both trust and love each other a lot

•you love peter a lot

-although you don’t say it often

-you show it though

- but he already knows it

[sapphicluxanna]

1-100 pls 🌹💕

BABE. oh my god. okay here we go, it’s gonna be long!!

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal than milk I think?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? I love winter and everything about it, I’d rather be cold than hot 

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? post it notes, receipts, I’ve used flowers a few times, really anything that’s in reach

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? tea with a little bit of milk and honey, coffee depends on the day? typically with a lil bit of vanilla creamer. when I make my ‘fancy’ coffee at home with frothy milk on top I always top them off with a dusting of cinnamon 

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? always

6: do you keep plants? ye! I have a succulent/cacti terrarium, some sunflowers, jasmine, african violets, tomato plants, hanging planters, and a few more I forget the names of!

7: do you name your plants? not the ones I have currently

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I love ink. I haven't been able to paint with ink in a while, but the movement of that and watercolor are just.. freeing? I dunno how to explain it.  that and drawing using ink, every mark you make is permanent and I just kinda zone out when doing it

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? aight listen. my future s/o is gonna have to deal with this a lot. shower? singing. car ride? singing. cooking? singing. y'all aint getting a break even if I sound like a dying cat

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? primarily side and stomach!

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? I cant think of many at the moment but uhhhh. hmm. a few guys and I play a game together and I run the group (in rdr2), and we don't let people join it if their horse’s tail isn't braided so we’ll hunt them down and kill them instead

12: what’s your favorite planet? neptune looks beautiful

13: what’s something that made you smile today? the fact that you wanted to know more about me

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? lots and lots of plants, kinda modern, a few fish tanks, smells like lavender and coffee

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! mars has the biggest known volcano!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? stupidly basic, but chicken parmesan 

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I’ve always wanted to impulsively dye it some shade of blue just for a few weeks

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I got ridiculously drunk off tequila at a house party and was given my first mojito, thought he picked leaves off the tree out back and threw them in so I dug them out and threw them around the yard in disgust. I have a very vague memory of this but they always give me crap for it

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I have a couple! one is my bujo where I keep lists of things like self care ideas, favorite movies and books, quotes, friend stuff, etc. another I use to draw in and like to recreate van gogh sketches, others are private 

20: what’s your favorite eye color? y'all ever really see brown eyes? oof

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. I don't have this?

22: are you a morning person? I could be if I woke up next to the right person

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? netflix binging, reading, aquarium shopping, walks with my dog in the woods, making stupid pancakes, and league with a babe

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? it takes time for me to trust people, so probably all my life at some point with a girl. as for family? no

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? I’ve locked myself outta my place a few times and had to go through the window

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? several pairs of sandals and slides!

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? just regular mint?

28: sunrise or sunset? watching the sunset on a blanket in the grass with a girl I care about 

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? her voice gets a lil louder and she talks fast when she's excited about something and its flipping adorable

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yes. 

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I love fluffy socks and patterned socks and ones with dinosaurs and stuff and I love socks so much, don't sleep in them though

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. we played a drinking game based off how we did in a split screen game, one drink for every kill, got v drunk that night 

33: what’s your fave pastry? I love baclava but I’m horribly allergic to walnuts

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I still have it! my dad went down to south carolina a lot and I was, and still am, very much in love with alligators. I think I was six or something but he came home with this giant garbage bag and was moving it like there was an animal inside and when I opened it, it was a giant stuffed alligator. he's currently sitting on my bed, but seems a lot smaller now

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I really wanna get into using thicker paper for letters with pressed wax seals and pressed flowers 

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? I don’t really focus on individual bands too much tbh, I bounce around a lot within genres. anything happy and country atm

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I’m tryna keep it cleaner, better habit to make myself get into 

38: tell us about your pet peeves! people smoking around me (I don't care that you smoke whatever, I just ask you don't do it around me bc it makes me feel sick), a group of people that takes up the whole sidewalk going incredibly slow, people that cut me off in traffic without turn signals, people who f around in the tsa line and don't get ready then stand there for ten minutes taking everything off for the scanner and hold us up, “there” and “their” and “they’re” misuses, etc. jeez, didn't realize I had so many and that's not even all of them

39: what color do you wear the most? blue?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I love my claddagh ring, my mom and sister both have the same one and we all match. currently not wearing it bc it was like 100 degrees F then other day and it burned my finger?????

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? asoiaf!!!!

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I like this lil coffee shop about half an hour away, every drink has an individual and funny name and the workers are nice 

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? I honestly can’t remember, but I could really go for this right now

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? uhhhh it’s been a bit? lotta stressors recently 

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? I try to, should've listened to them regarding some stuff and I didn’t 

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. what do you call a blind dinosaur? a do-you-think-he-saurus.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? broccoli

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? santa and the dark, no on both accounts now 

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? no, I just use apple music 

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? I dunno about odd, but I keep seashells and shark teeth I find on beaches 

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? somebody to love

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? uhhhh I’m bad at keeping up with when these come out but probably the “wait was anyone going to tell me ___ or was I supposed to find out in this ___”

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I haven't seen these sorry!

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? my dad

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? I honestly cannot think of this right now

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? when they get excited about something, when their eyes sparkle a bit in sunlight, when they’re touchy (only certain ones), compassion, weird hobbies and interests, etc

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? it’s an experience. listen with headphones on high or don't listen to it at all

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I guess I’d be the wine mom bc I don't drink heavily too often with my friends cause I’m usually the dd, vodka aunt would go to my friend S cause hell she puts that shit away fast

59: what’s your favorite myth? I love greek mythology

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? sappho

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? a lil cat bank that grabs a coin with its paw and drags it into the box and a potato, respectively 

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? not usually

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I kept all of my books on a shelf before the move but idk what imma do with them now bc I have no room for a bookcase so they're kinda messy rn

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? pale blue and cloudy

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? a friend who moved away a few years ago, I miss her 

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? oooooh. hmm. lots of blues and pinks and purples with lil twisty brown vines?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? I love them, 10/10, perfect. 

68: what’s winter like where you live? we either get 3 feet of snow overnight or a dusting, there’s no in between

69: what are your favorite board games? I cant remember the last time I played a board game??? I liked the game of life and monopoly when I was a kid 

70: have you ever used a ouija board? nope

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? whatever happens to be in the cabinet!

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? I have the memory of a goldfish

73: what are some of your worst habits? letting people get away with things they've done to me, being too lenient with people that make me uncomfortable, etc

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. they’re such a good friend and we have enough years built into our friendship that we can go a few weeks without talking and be right where we left off. they’re kind and caring and ready to help people when they need it 

75: tell us about your pets! my cat is an 8 year old lil grump, but he gets so freaking affectionate and lovey too. he knows when I’m anxious and will come up and sit on my chest and purr. my dog’s a ball of jumping energy, she's always excited and happy, she’s only 2 so hopefully she’ll mellow out. then my clownfish are flipping adorable even though they try to bite my fingers when I’m working on the aquarium 

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? unpacking and socializing with family

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink lemonade 

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I don't care about them really, but the facebook minion memes passed around by moms gotta stop

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? one of my exes surprise got me flowers sometimes, while the relationship just didn't work that was a cute action 

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? they’re kinda beige-ish? I just moved here and I don’t wanna repaint them

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. hmm. one of my friends’ eyes are like the leaves on the forest floor, an assortment of greens and browns blended together with the occasional fleck of gold when light filters through the trees

82: are/were you good in school? I’m okay? In high school I was in honor classes and stuff and I've made the deans list a few times in college so far, but honestly I think I’m just average. I have a lot of issues with math and it’s why I couldn't go into one of the fields I was considering. I get overwhelmed quickly

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? tbh I don't look at this kinda stuff but I know kesha’s rainbow was good?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? ye! I want a small humpback whale on my left inner wrist, they mean a lot to me and I finally got to see one in person just last year. then I have some scars on my thigh I’ve been tossing around the idea of getting a tattoo to cover up, but idk if I would or what I would get 

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? no sorry! I always wanted to when I was younger but I got psyched out by guys who would say they're not for girls who I never took advantage of the comic shop a family friend owns 

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I dunno what this is and I’m too tired to google it but imma guess its about music? to which I say I’m v bad at keeping up with everyones stuff 

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? the princess bride, star wars, lord of the rings, the sound of music, indiana jones (NOT crystal skull, it sucked), jurassic park, and a lottttt more. 

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? impressionism, post impressionism, and expressionism 

89: are you close to your parents? ish. 

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. I absolutely loved st. malo in france. I need to go back. it’s a giant walled city on the water and it’s just beautiful. I sat and watched an artist on the street for a while and bought two of his paintings afterward, gotta figure out where to hang them in my new bedroom. the air smelled amazing, it rained a lot when I was there but I still loved it and I wish I’d had more time to really explore than I did

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I wanted to go to sri lanka to see my family but I don’t think it’s gonna happen, but I’ve got my fingers crossed for pennsylvania cause reasons 

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? cheese is life

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? I braid it overnight and wear it down during the day!

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? my dad a few days ago 

95: what are your plans for this weekend? I think I’ve got another family party to go to? feel kinda done with my fam rn though

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I literally just installed 2 years worth of updates this morning, so yeah, I procrastinate updates quite a bit 

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? idk what the first thing is but the others are scorpio and slytherin!

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? oh wow I can’t remember, but imma say yes? I wanna hike with my dog at some point 

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. somebody to love, la mer, and some others

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 years into the future. I hope that future me is happy and comfy with someone she loves surrounded by their plants, aquariums, pets, and love. 

[j-wonwootrash]

Joshua || It’s the Same Pt.2

Word count: 3.3k Genre: Prince!au, Romance, Slice of Life, Fluff, Drama, Classical!au A/N: Recently I watched Princess and the Frog and I got so inspired, so I decided to share this series with you. It’s a lil’ different but I hope you like it. Enjoy! 2nd part of the series.

“I was stating the fact.” ———

You felt Joshua’s grip tightened on the basket. You probably thought he’s just tired and hurrying to reach the castle. Without a response from the man in front of you, you decided to cut the silence. 

“Is something the matter, Prince Joshua?” You asked with concern. “If there are some more pastries you would like to have, I am honored to-” 

He gently touched your wrist with his hand, one carrying the basket. “It is a-alright. This basket is enough for the 4 of us.” He let out a heavy sigh before speaking again. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He forced a smile.

Ah so princes do have this side of them? I thought they were all brats and cocky. Fairytales. 

You thought to yourself maybe he’s different. Maybe the books you’ve read as a child were not you think they were.

“Miss Y/N, I must take leave my leave. Goodnight.” He nodded with his aides and you responded with a bow. 

“Hey y/n! Why did you give the pastries that was supposed to be served tomorrow?” Yerin whined as she lightly slapped your shoulders. 

You never moved from the doorstep since the prince left. How is it easy to resist the charm of the prince? Gentleman smile, sparkling eyes that shone like stars and heck, his pearly whites. All his perfections sent you to wonderland. 

Yerin hit you with more pressure this time, and the pain shattered your 5-second dream world in an instant. “Ow.”

“Earth to Y/N? Gosh. Being all dreamy aren’t we?” She scoffed.

“Hm? They were for tomorrow?” You tried to sort things in your mind. Has the prince cast a spell on you that made you forget restaurant for a few seconds? 

“Huh? Ah we still have extras.” You washed your hands and wiped them with a towel.

“Those.. were the ones, y/n. The one you gave to His Highness.” Umji scratched her neck, trying not to whine like Yerin.

“No, I’m pretty sure I brought the extras from home. It’s in a basket.” Literally, your home is the restaurant itself, just two floors above you.

Yerin and Umji looked at each other and sighed at your response. “You gave the basket to His Highness.”

Upon realizing this, you try not to give any reactions. Crap, I should’ve brought one more basket. “Ah well, look who’s joining me for an all-nighter.” you joked as you pulled the girls’ arms upstairs.

“Y/N!”

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Joshua fiddled his papers that were stacked on the side of his desk. He lifted his pen and started to write reports from all over the country. Each and every time he blinked, images of the girl enters his mind. It’s been 2 weeks, Josh.

Taking a sip from his tea, he took a deep breath, later looking at the rose gold necklace displayed in a frame. He didn’t know why he still thinks of her. She’s just a girl he met in a restaurant downtown. He ruffled his hair as he grunted, throwing his papers to the floor.

Seungcheol, Wonwoo and Jun were walking in the corridor where the prince’s room resides. They were teasing each other when they heard him, as well as flickers of papers. “Aghhh!” Joshua again grunted. The boys quickly rushed to the room. “Your Highness??”

“This’ll take a long time to sort out.” Wonwoo bent down to collect the papers that are scattered every where in the room.

Joshua had his head in his palms, breathing a bit heavily. Seungcheol ran to his side with much concern, rubbing his shoulders. “What is the matter, Josh?”

“I.. I don’t know.” Joshua whispered, only to be hit by Seungcheol on the nape of his neck.

“Stupid. Stop whining like it’s a big deal when there’s not even a reason to it anyway.” He hit Joshua again before helping Wonwoo with the papers.

Jun went to the prince’s side and gave a smirk to him. “There’s got to be a reason for it, Your Highness. Everything has a reason to happen.”

The prince lifted his head, fixing his desk. “I’m not even sure if the reason is reasonable.”

“Nonsense. C’mon, tell me.” Jun sat on the desk with his arm folded.

“It’s her.”

Jun chuckled as he heard the prince. “Her? The girl from the restaurant?”

“How’d you know the girl is her?”

“Because she’s only the girl you met of your age.” Jun got off the desk, walking around it as if he were to give a lecture.

He lifted a finger in the air. “Correction, the girl you had your eyes on. You see, us boys, when we have someone we like, we’re like predators eyeing on their prey. We’d follow their every step and-”

“Jun, please make your elaboration short before I ignore your babbling.” Joshua stood up and wore his coat.

“What I’m saying is..” Jun gestured the prince to lean closer, by which the prince did as he was told. “You’re lovesick.”

“Eyy. His Highness is in love.” Seungcheol teased, placing the papers on the desk. “Who’s the lady?”

“The girl from the restaurant downtown.” Jun smirked. “She’s so pretty he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Better take her before I steal her away from you.”

“She’s not mine so don’t make up stories.” Joshua rolled his eyes.

“Not yet.” Jun laughed.

“Shut it Wen.”

Wonwoo tapped the prince on the shoulder. “Your Highness. There’s a letter from Sir Hwijae.”

Joshua took the letter and unrolled it.

Prince Joshua, it is the time of the year again. Please schedule the event mentioned below and provide its details and preparations. We look forward to your efforts and hard work. His Majesty and the Queen will be present for the event. Ensure everything will be ready a day prior.

Joshua sighed, slumping back to his seat frowning. “The event is sooner than I thought. Usually it’s a month notice but this is absurd.” 

Wonwoo raised his eyebrows, anticipating the next word the prince may say. “When is the event, Your Highness?” 

The prince stood up again and smiled like he always do. “It’s next week.” He looked at his aides in front, grinning as if he were to plan something the boys could never back out. 

Seungcheol and Jun avoided his gaze, looking elsewhere in the room. Wonwoo remained stoic and emotionless as usual. “Your Highness. What are you thinking right now?” 

“I’ll be needing your help big time.” Joshua smiled.

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“The breeze is more chilly than yesterday.” Yerin stood by the balcony of your bedroom. 

“You say that each time you come here.” You flicked your pen 360° several times as you update the restaurant’s finances. “And that is every day.”

“I wish my room is as cute as yours.” Umji twirled. “It’s so cute and very pastel.”

“Ah well, when you find cute stuff you gotta get them before they sold out.” You closed the book and handed two envelops to the girls. “Your salary came in early.” You winked at them. 

You were never good at math but holding a restaurant requires you to, and you had no choice. “By the way, Mr. Lee told us to open the shop 30 minutes before usual opening hour.”

“Why? Is there something going on?” Yerin entered the room as she closed the balcony glass door. 

“Not sure. We can ask him.” You fixed your bed and checked the clock on your desk. “Shucks, we better go down.”

The girls followed you from behind and went down the stairs. Once you reached cafe, immediately you wear the apron hanged on the sides of the counter.

Today seems different. Everyone’s hyped up this morning.

“Ah yes, they’re here.” Mr. Lee gestured you and the girls in front of counter. “Girls. Great news!” You looked at everyone, whose smiles are more visible and cheerful than any other day. 

“Will we get a week’s off??” Yerin butted in, only to be nudged by Umji. 

“Actually, you’ll get 2 months off.” Mr. Lee smiled. 

“Yes! Finally! I needed a break after five months!” Yerin flung her arms up high.

You weren’t really catching up. Mr. Lee’s sudden call, the staff’s hyped behavior, day offs, plus it’s two months? “Hold up, what’s going on? Something’s weird.”

“It’s not weird when we get to have two months off! C’mon y/n, we need this.”

“I know we do but I have to know why.” You walked pass the staff and called Mr. Lee. “Uncle, what are you doing? Two months off? We’re in the middle of spring season and you know we have a lot of customers during this time.” you hissed.

“Ah y/n.” he chuckled. “I signed your names down for an annual assessment for potential chefs who wants to continue pursuing culinary arts.” 

“Continue culinary arts? Haven’t I achieved that already, Uncle?” Raising your voice a little when the girls heard you.

“You may have succeeded in establishing a restaurant, but have you ever thought of expanding your horizon?” he smiled, offering you and girls to sit down. “The event is organized by the Royal Palace. Assessment will have rounds, though I’m not quite sure how many there will be. Anyone can join. So I decided to sign y'all up.“

“Without our consent?” you blurted out to your Uncle.

“Well it’s not really a problem for me and Umji so-” Yerin started.

“Without my consent??” you got up. “Uncle, the restaurant needs me.”

Not even a minute Yerin and Umji saw their bags already brought out by staff and ready to go. They pulled you out of the restaurant with giggles. “C'mon y/n!“ 

With so much in mind and trying to sort everything that had just happened, how late have you realized you’re in the carriage, leaving.

"Absolutely understand your worries but you’re still young and still learning! Have fun and enjoy youth! Leave the responsibility to me and trust your ol’ Uncle!” He shouted, laughed, waving at you.

You heard his voice and troubles started to haunt you, making your stomach churn that you couldn’t even handle the stress inflammation. Management, customers, sales, finance sorting, all those responsibilities are out of your hands for two months. What’s more the restaurant is out of your sight for two months.

“Two months." you mumbled as you sat down. The girls stared at each other before they decided to say something. But they were too late.

"Two! That’s two months I tell ya! 61 days, 1464 hours.. and, w-what if I don’t make enough money? What if I can’t give the staff their salary and they start resigning? Then there won’t be produce and sales and customers. The restaurant will probably be in debt and I won’t be able to pay it and end up homeless and and..”

“Sheesh calm down momma’. We’re just trying something new and here you are with so much worries.” Yerin threw a coin pouch at you.

“It’s the restaurant we’re talking about.” You shot back.

“Restaurant, money, customers blah blah. That’s all you think of. Could you like stop being like a matured middle-aged adult and start living like a normal adolescent woman? Can’t you just be like us for once?" 

"Expect me to be like you? I’ve got a restaurant to handle! I have no time to spend on something I don’t want to be!” you raised your tone, feeling your lungs grasping for air. 

“But we’re not in the restaurant now!” Yerin wiggled your shoulders. Her eyes so close to tearing up. Opposite you there sat Umji who has her hands up her face. You felt the atmosphere heavily changed after you yelled. “We.. we just want you to have fun with us y/n.” Yerin mumbled. 

Guilt heated your body from head to toe. Out of anger and worry, you threw your energy to the two girls who had nothing to do with your problems. You thought you acted like child. 

“I’m so sorry guys. I’m an empty pale.” You started, fiddling with your fingers. They looked at you as if you had more to say.

“What do you mean?” Umji asked. 

You chuckled, “It’s noisy when dropped, isn’t it? I complained and panicked without thinking straight."

Definitely like a child, you thought. Obviously you didn’t mean it. Yet when stress attacks you, you were gone gone. Never once you thought of giving time to yourself, let alone for Yerin and Umji. You were a busy person after all. You had no idea why you behaved like a child just now. They were right, you try so hard to grow up fast that you lose track of your age.

“And you both are pales filled with water.” You sighed.

Umji looked at Yerin. “I don’t understand her.”

“It means we are quiet and wise.” She whispered.

You looked out the carriage window, feeling the winds of cool morning air. Enjoy youth huh.. 

It takes at least a day to reach the palace. You wonder how this little adventure of yours will start, or how it’ll end. It’s an assessment by the Royal Palace, definitely there will be young people from all over the country joining this. Probably people who are even better than you.

Royal Palace..

You flinched as you remembered a memory that made your heart tingle. “We’re heading to the Palace aren’t we?”

“Oh look who’s back from the grave, you’ve been awfully silent.” Yerin rolled her eyes.

“It’s only been 5 minutes.” You threw her coin pouch. 

“Yeah, 5 minutes for you to realize your childish behavior,” Yerin scoffed. “We are heading to the Palace in case you didn’t hear your Uncle.”

You smiled so wide that you searched your bag for your diary. “I’ll probably see him again.”

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“We are pleased to announce the next heir to the throne will be hosting the assessment. His Majesty, Her Majesty, and His Highness himself will be the judges for your talents and skills for creative culinary arts.” Sir Hwijae stated. 

In the audience you and the girls stood in the heat, glancing up to the royal family and aides as you listened to the next part of the speech.

“Please do keep in mind that you all are in the grounds of the Palace, and that your performance and behavior will be closely monitored. The Palace will have two courtyards of dorms, where males and females are separated. In those dorms you will be again separated into groups of your age. The Royal guards will now escort you to your respective rooms. We will make further announcement of the assessment.”

The introduction ended fast and all participants were taken to their rooms. “Do you think she’s here?” Jun whispered, fixing his headband.

“Didn’t see her, even if there are only 100 people.” Seungcheol put down his mini binoculars.

“A hundred people.. She could probably be here.” Wonwoo looked up from his book. “It’s not that many.”

“Stop it guys. You make this seem like I’m so desperate to find her.” Joshua stood up from his throne. 

“But you are, aren’t you?” Seungcheol chuckled. He nudged Jun to join forces with him so to tease the Prince. “We clearly all know you like her. Oh what’s her name?” The boys giggled as they stood up and ran quickly to the room to get away from the prince.

Joshua couldn’t take all the pressure and teasing put against him. He himself is confused with this new feeling he has been dealing with since he laid his eyes on the girl he met downtown. 

“If you say you don’t like her, why are you reacting so much? Only people with hearted-eyes will react that way.” Jun laughed.

“No, I would be reacting because I’m sick of your false assumptions!” Joshua hit the guy.

“You know I happen to know some people who has the list of names of participants.” Wonwoo blurted out, making the prince turn to the boy with spectacles. 

“You do??” Joshua asked, Wonwoo raised his brows. The prince coughed. “I- I mean.. Not you too! I thought you’re with me on this one.”

“I didn’t say I was taking sides. I was stating the fact.”

“What fact?” Joshua took the boy’s book.

“The fact you even forgot her name.”

Joshua stood still, flabbergasted. “Uh..” He gulped. I'm a busy person so I tend to forgets things. He excused. “I- I may have forgotten her name but not her beauty.” He shot back without thinking.

“Jackpot.” Jun smirked. “Honesty is the best! A man never forgets a woman’s beauty.” He ran around happily around the room.

“Y’all set me up. Get out my room before I even pull out my sword and kill you all.” Joshua raised his tone. 

“You’ll be thanking us soon enough, Your Highness!” Seungcheol yelled as they left the room. Joshua closed the door behind him and flopped to his bed. He wiped his face and felt his cheeks rushed with heat. Standing up from his bed, he went to the reflective glass so big it could picture his entire room. 

He knew it was a tease and it did not bother him too much, maybe a little, who knows? He tugged his outfit from the creases the boys did earlier. From the mirror he saw a scrolled paper tied with a paper attached. Joshua tilted his head as untied the string.

━━━ Thought you might be needing this, Your Highness. In case you forgot, I’m the person who has the list of names of participants. I separated the females’ names. Good luck finding her Josh. 

~ Wonwoo  ━━━

The prince scoffed in amusement. A lot thoughts entered his mind. Was he too transparent that his aides could see his feelings? Or do the boys really have so much experience of love that they throw every possible sign Joshua innocently act? He knew his heart was right. He’s not ready to court a girl. Not until he understands the needs of his people.

He looked at the list of names, hoping he’d find yours. Each time he try a faded cloud just appears in his eyes. He continued his work and reviewing the schedule for tomorrow’s assessment. Even during work he’d remember your beauty. He knew he’ll just have to wait until you appear before his eyes.

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You stood at the grand hall of the palace. All emotions you could think of entered your body. Sweat have built up your palms, the nape of your neck, the temples. You’ve never been this scared for something you completely love to do. A second you received a letter.The honey voice you’ve heard long ago rings to your ears. You thought you’d never hear him again. 

“The letter in your hands is what you will be doing for the next 2 months. I know this sounds crazy, being in the Palace for that long. But don’t you worry. You’re all in good hands.” Joshua read the script as he touched the mic. “The practice round will be at noon. It’s a qualification for the 3 rounds. I encourage you all to do your best.”

The grand hall quickly emptied. You went to your room and unfolded the letter.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Read the following to have an idea of the assessment.

There will be a total of 3 rounds, (excluding the practice round).

Appetizer Main course Dessert Please think carefully what you will showcase to us. There will be elimination rounds, however, the name of participants will not be disclosed until the day of the finals’ results. Please do keep in mind that it is prohibited to use dishes from the Royal Kitchen. When discovered the dishes are of exact or similarity to the Royal Kitchen, you will be forced to withdraw from the assessment. I look forward to your performance.  ~Prince Joshua ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━     

Immediately your heart beat so fast you felt like it wants to come out. Seeing his name makes you want to see him again, although you have seen him earlier. Yet seeing him was already enough to brighten up your day. He’ll be the source of your encouragement. You sat by the window of your room, scribbling ideas and possible dishes the Royal Palace has yet to taste. Here you’ll find chance. Here you’ll find learning. Here you’ll experience anew.

Here you know you will have fun and enjoy youth. 

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>> new beginnings, new encounters and new discoveries in a completely new world. you were suddenly signed up for a cuisine assessment for the royal family of the country. how will you do?

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[antomec]

How to Pun Yourself a Girlfriend

Another BixLu, which is yet again another high school AU (forgive me). This is also up on ff. Don’t forget to review!

Word count: 1953

Rating: T for swearing.

Summary: In which Bickslow tries to find the owner of  an elusive snort. 

"No, seriously, how do astronauts throw a party?" Bickslow asked, grinning wildly.

"I swear Bicks, I will punch you so hard-"

"They planet!" Bickslow yelled.

Laxus did not delay – he punched Bickslow so quickly, he didn't even have time to blink. Though he got punched in the arm, it didn't hurt any less.

"See, I told you, you're gonna get hurt one of these days," Evergreen quipped from Laxus' side.

Bickslow however, did not hear her, because he was busy scanning the crowd for something he thought he'd heard.

Evergreen hit the side of his head with her paper fan, screeching, "Look at me when I'm yelling at you, goddamn it-"

Bickslow let the thought dissipate – but for a second there, he could've sworn he heard someone snort at his joke.

They were at the cafeteria, when Bickslow decided to joke his way into his friends' conversation.

As soon as he opened his mouth, however, Freed raised his hand, and said solemnly, "Don't even think about it."

"Aw, come on, Freed, you know you like it," Bickslow whined.

"No, Bickslow. Frankly, your horrible comedy is a waste of time." Freed was always savage with his words when he delivered them.

"You know what else a waste of time is?" Bickslow waggled his eyebrows wickedly. "A belt made of wristwatches, that's what."

Yes, this time he was sure of it, someone behind him was laughing their ass off. And at the exact moment his punch line was delivered?

Oh, glory be – someone actually liked his horrible puns.

But before he could turn around and look at who his potential audience was, a hand came flying out of nowhere and slapped him upside the head.

"Ow, Evergreen! Why the fuck would you do that?" Bickslow cried.

"Because you're ridiculous, that's why," she explained, the school bell going off to underline her words. It was time to get back to class.

And with that bell, went the chance to find his mysterious admirer.

"You're off your fucking rocker," Laxus replied. "No one thinks you're funny."

"Ouch," said Bickslow, clutching his heart, "Way to destroy a guy's soul."

"You have no soul."

"Aw, thank you, Laxus-baby," Bickslow crooned.

Laxus levelled him with a glare. They were on their way to sixth period English when Bickslow started his crazy theory on someone laughing at all his stupid jokes.

"I'm telling you, there really is-"

"Bickslow, will you just shut up and take a seat?"

"Fine, but you know what? I will find this dude. I will find him and we'll both come to your house in the middle of your night and perform a joke-off in your bedroom. Bickslow seated himself at the back of the room, Laxus occupying the seat next to him.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Laxus asked incredulously. "I live with Makarov, have you forgotten? Dude has a shotgun placed in the kitchen."

"Silence, Mr. Dreyar!" The teacher yelled.

Laxus swore under his breath.

The class was dreary, extremely so, by Bickslow's standards. But then, as his friends would undoubtedly argue, he had no standards. But that would change if he found his admirer.

Bickslow was a man on a mission.

"You aren't in a novel, Bickslow," Evergreen chastised.

"Do you have a better idea to catch this dude? If not, we'll be going with my crappy idea." Bickslow scribbled something down on a sticky note and stuck it on his locker.

Evergreen studied the note and said quietly, "I do not have the slightest idea of what you've written down. And I doubt that your mystery person will either."

Sometimes, when Evergreen spoke, she bore an uncanny resemblance to Freed, and it'd always scare Bickslow a little bit. He'd die before he admitted it, though.  

"And I don't give a flying fuck. Let's beat it, Ever."

When Bickslow dragged a protesting Freed down the hallway to his locker, he tried not to hope for a reply. This was actually quite easy, mainly because of Freed.

"Bicks, for all you know, you may not have an admirer – it might have been some random person laughing with their friends. Are you this desperate for company?"

Bickslow gasped. "Freed, there's another sticky note."

And true to his words, there was another note attached. Bickslow tore it from the locker wall and read it silently. Then, strangely enough, he pinched the bridge of his nose and handed the note to Freed.

Yes, I exist. And I do understand your jokes. 

"They're real?" Freed asked, mildly disgusted, for who could ever share such a fucked up sense of humour with Bickslow?

"Yes! I knew it! Laxus better unload that shotgun, 'cause here I come!"

Freed simply chuckled at his friend's behaviour.

When Bickslow told Laxus and Evergreen of his new plan, they simply shook their heads.

"Honestly," Evergreen commented dryly, "I'm surprised that whoever it was could actually read your note."

"See, this is why I never include you in my plans. Why can't y'all just be like Freed, and accept my plans?"

At that, both Evergreen and Laxus swivelled their heads simultaneously to glare at Freed. Freed put up his hands with a sheepish look. "I figured it was better to just play along."

Laxus scratched the back of his head. "I suppose if it'll get you off my back, then-"

"Fine," Evergreen interrupted. "But only if you stop it with your stupid-ass jokes."

"Done. Once I find this dude, I won't ever bother you."

They were on their way to the cafeteria, when Bickslow started bobbing excitedly and chattering like a fool. "Do you guys remember the plan? Laxus, no punching; Evergreen, no yelling; Freed, just stay your usual stoic self."

They seated themselves at their usual place, and Bickslow sneaked a glance around him. There didn't seem to be anyone out of place near them.

But then again, they were high-schoolers.

Bickslow clapped his hands together. "Alright team! Execute phase one!"

"Can I just tear him apart already?" Laxus asked.

"Freed, my dear boy," Bickslow started.

"Oh dear god, no," Freed complained.

"Do you know why cranes always stand with one leg up?"

Freed took a deep breath and answered, "Hit me."

"Because they can't stand with two legs up!"

There!

Amidst Freed's groans and Evergreen's tears, was a snort. A noisy snort.

Bickslow whipped around and pointed at the boy directly behind him. "You!" Bickslow accused.

The boy he was pointing at had odd pink hair, and he started out of shock. "What'd I do this time?" He sighed.

"You snorted!" Bickslow announced triumphantly.

"Yeah, that wasn't me. Try again," the boy told him and turned around, collected his tray, and walked out with his friends, leaving behind a very dumbfounded Bickslow.

"I don't know what happened, Freed. I was so sure it was him. I'm never going to find this person, am I?" Bickslow slung his bag over one shoulder dejectedly.

"In all probability," Freed paused, pretending to think about it, "No."

Bickslow sighed deeply, and ambled his way over to his locker. Something bright blue stopped him in his tracks.

"Freed, is that what I think it is?" Bickslow asked meekly, pointing at the offending piece of paper.

Are you trying to find me? 

Freed plucked it and read the words. Then he held the sticky note to his nose and sniffed it.

"Freed, what the hell are you-"

"It's a girl. I'm very sure of it. Judging by her handwriting, and her choice of perfume, I suspect that we are dealing with a female."

Freed's style of language was always peculiar, but Bickslow decided to address the bigger issue. "What in fuck's name do you mean by 'choice of perfume', Freed?"

"Oh, one of my ex-girlfriends used to wear it. I am very well acquainted with it."

"I really hope it isn't your ex-girlfriend."

"As do I, Bickslow, as do I."

"Look, all you have to do is write a note to her and tell her to meet you," Evergreen said. "She'll most likely be a nerd anyway, so use references to something you like, and ask her out."

"A-Ask her out?" Bickslow exclaimed.

"Yes, ask her out. You have no shame, she likes your sense of humour, and we are free from the travesty known as you."

"Well, when you put it like that-"

"I know what I am talking about, Bickslow!”

Silence fell upon the pair. Until Evergreen decided to break it.

"What do you even have to lose?"

And that, Bickslow realised, was a damn good point.

"Yoda Obi-Wan for me. So will you wait by the oak tree in front of the school for me?" Laxus read out. "Really? This is what you spent the whole of last night working on?"

"Laxus – my man, my buddy. If she's anything like me, she will love this."

"After all this blows over, if you ever come near me with another one of your stupid puns, I will punch you into next week." Laxus raised his fist threateningly.

"Threat established. Shutting up, now."

Bickslow stood by the oak tree alone.

Evergreen had refused to come for moral support, even when Bickslow had begged her. What if things went awry? Then Ever wouldn't be around to swoop in and bust his ass out like the kick-ass lady she was.

Maybe I should've begged harder.

He went back to his futile girl-spotting. School was finally over – he had his last period free, so he had left early so that his mystery person wouldn't get the jump on him.

"You may be a bit disappointed – I haven't really seen Star Wars."

Bickslow started. Looks like she did get the jump on me.

But that voice, that glorious voice – who in fuck's name did it belong to?

Bickslow whirled around.

And by the guy above, Freed was right. It was a girl.

She had long blonde hair tied into a ponytail, big expressive brown eyes, a shit-eating grin on her face and really nice legs, goddamn it.

But the first words out of his mouth were, "You're tiny."

"You're just freakishly tall," she snapped back.

"Who hasn't seen Star Wars? Every nerd and their mother has seen Star Wars."

"Not this nerd!" She shouted, pointing a thumb at herself.

"That's it! We're going out to see Star Wars!" Bickslow yelled.

She was surprised at that. "You don't even know my name."

"You don't know mine either. So we're both on the same page." Bickslow grinned wickedly. "My name is Sir Likes-Star-Wars-a-Lot," he said, and grabbed her hand, shaking it vigorously. "What is yours, miss?"

She laughed –a clear sound that made Bickslow extremely happy – and replied, "Miss Lucy Heartfilia. And there is no way that that is your real name."

Bickslow smirked. "You're right. My name isn't Lucy Heartfilia – it's Bickslow."

"Well then, it is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Bickslow," Lucy curtsied.

"Likewise, Miss Heartfilia."

For a moment, neither of them said anything, choosing to simply grin at each other.

Lucy spoke. "So, about that date."

"Yeah, yeah, I barely know you, plus you don't wanna go out with me. It's okay – I get it." Bickslow grinned sheepishly.

"Actually, I was going to say yes."

Bickslow looked skeptical.

"Well," Lucy added, "Who wouldn't want to go out with a boy who makes them laugh?" She took a step closer. "Besides," she whispered, "You're kinda cute. Especially when you try to be a joker."

Bickslow couldn't stop grinning. He had finally found his mystery person, and she liked him for his idiocy. Though he wasn't completely sure if she wouldn't punch him if he did something stupid.  

Bickslow wondered if she’d like to break into Laxus’ home for their first date.