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delimeful · 4 years

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the end of being alone (1)

A WIBAR AU (that’s right, an AU of an AU) where the circumstances of Virgil’s introduction to the group-- or rather, Virgil himself-- are... a little different. A commission for @bumblebeekitten!

warnings: unknowingly referring to a person as ‘it’, panic, fear, child endangerment

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Patton woke up to the distinctive clamor of his teammates bickering. It was a familiar sound.

“-- has been three days, are you certain we aren’t simply chasing a local legend with no basis in reality?” That would be Logan!

“Look, you two are the ones that decided to come with me, I would have been perfectly fine going alone!” And there was Roman, the swish of his tail betraying his agitation. “Besides, there’s something suspicious going on here, I’m sure of it.”

“Oh? And what evidence do you have to support your assertion?”

“... I’ve just got a feeling.”

Logan made a sound of disgust, and Patton sat up in time to see his friend throw all four hands out in an exasperated gesture. He sleepily rubbed at his eyes, shaking out his mussed-up feathers.

“Are you tired of camping already, Lo?”

The Ulgorian exhaled slowly, his ears twitching irritatedly. “No. I simply am uncertain that this venture will prove beneficial. We don’t have the budget to waste time on a vain attempt to soothe superstitious locals.”

“Don’t be so heartless, Professnore,” Roman snapped, quickly checking his pack for everything he would need while out traversing the woods. “They’re asking for help because they’re worried. Something out there has driven the Humlilts into hiding, for all we know, the livestock could be next!”

“They suspect the local fauna are being threatened, but that’s only one potential explanation--,” Logan started, and Patton swiftly tuned out the argument, remembering suddenly what he’d intended to check on. He hopped to his feet and checked on his ‘Humlilt bait’-- a small dish with sweet sliced fruit he’d set out.

Humlilts’s were relatively small, timid creatures, hoofed quadruped mammals that stood even shorter than Patton. They weren’t fond of being directly approached, and even initiating eye contact could scare them off, but if they took a liking to someone, they tended to be fiercely loyal. The fact that many had strayed from the nearby town was concerning, no matter the reason.

“Yes!” Patton chirped in glee when the plate proved empty, only a few spots of juice left behind. Behind him, the heated discussion faltered.

“Something you’d like to share with the team, Feathers?” Roman asked, one of his ridged eyebrows twitching up curiously. Logan frowned at the dish, and Patton quickly replied before he could be lectured on leaving ‘fauna attractants’ out by mistake.

“I’m one step closer to making a new friend!” he announced gleefully. “Good morning, little critter! Are you still around?”

There was no response from the forest, but he remained cheerful, his antennae barely flickering. “Aw, feeling shy? I’ll befriend you yet, little critter, just you wait…”

“Patton,” Logan started. “Do you mean to imply that last night, you intentionally placed food out to lure local creatures to our camp while we are in the middle of trying to track down an unknown, potentially dangerous beast?”

“Of course not!” Patton responded, picking up the plate to stow it away. Before Logan could relax too much, he continued. “I’ve been leaving snacks out since the first day we made camp!”

He scrunched his eyes closed to show his happiness, and not at all to avoid the incensed look Logan would be giving him right about now.

“Have you any idea how dangerous—“

“Woah, Lo, it’s a-okay!” Patton hurried to reassure him. “I know for sure that it’s a little hummer and not anything else. The last two sunrises, when I woke up and greeted the day, I would hear it call back, just like the noise Logan said they make! The little critter is following us around, and soon we’ll be best buds, I can feel it.”

Logan waved a spare hand dismissively, already well into his datalog, muttering as he scoured the articles he had saved for this journey for any mention of on-planet predator animals using mimicry. Roman shuddered his scales in fond exasperation, his tail thumping against Logan’s ankle.

“Relax, Specs, I’ll be sure to protect us from any malignant beasties.” He paused, and then cast a slightly admonishing glance down at Patton. “That is, so long as there aren’t any more secret surprises you’ve been keeping from us, Pattoncake?”

“No secrets here! The next time I try to adopt a new member into our little family, I’ll make sure to let you kiddos know in advance,” he chirped with his eyes crinkled. The gleeful expression didn’t fade a bit as his words prompted Roman and Logan to burst into brand new diatribes.

“Wait, is ‘lure them with sweet snacks’ your usual go-to? Did that work on me--?”

“Patton, we are not kidnapping local fauna--!”

Yup, familiar sounds indeed.

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The rest of the morning was spent trekking through the woods and filling the air with companionable bickering, but by midday, Roman had found tracks. And then he found more tracks. And finally, he found The Tracks.

Unlike the first few instances, Logan was unable to confidently match the bipedal mammalian prints to any native creature in the area. After some triumphant crowing about his skills, Roman led the way with significantly less chatter, prompting the other two to follow suit as dusk slowly began to fall.

Patton kept his feathers sleek against him so they wouldn’t brush roughly against the foliage, and made sure his glow was as muted as possible as the sky darkened. He didn’t come on bounty trips often, but every proper Ampen knew how to be stealthy when need be. Some made a whole career out of it!

Between one heavy step and the next, Roman suddenly stilled, holding up a clawed hand to ensure they did the same. His ear cones shifted subtly, searching. The moment stretched, tension so thick it felt stifling, and then--

A slight sound to the left. Movement.

“There!” Roman shouted, and a dark shape flashed past Patton, silhouetted by the moonlight off the pale rock wall behind it. It was big. Definitely not a Humlilt. “Cut it off!”

Logan was already in motion, spines raised as he held out his staff and barred the creature's way. He flicked the glow light at the top of the staff on and illuminated the outline of the being, which seemed almost fibrous in nature. Patton knew of some planets with mostly chlorophyll-based lifeforms, and this almost seemed to match. The creature had a body erupting with brush and plant matter, and a face of flat wood.

“Drive it this way,” Roman called. “I’ve got the unit ready!”

It hissed furiously as Logan swung the light closer, and Patton saw the moment it turned its head slightly and realized it was being corralled. It lunged forward in a feint, and then ducked away from Logan’s swing and grabbed the staff, wrestling viciously with the smaller alien for it. The reflected light seemed to shine eerily in the back of its hole-like eyes.

Patton hurried forwards, but he wasn’t close enough to stop the creature from wrenching the staff out of Logan’s grip, knocking the Ulgorian over in the process. Roman shouted, too far away to intervene. Logan shot a few spines, but they weren’t laced and barely seemed to phase the creature. It screamed gutturally as it lifted the staff up, and Patton forgot every promise he’d made to stay out of the way of any quarry larger than him.

“Stop!” he screeched, throwing his arms out and letting his feathers flare up as bright as they could go.

The distraction worked; the creature twisted away from Logan to focus on the new element, jolting forward a few steps before distinctly pausing, its shining eyes fixated on Patton. It took another smaller step towards him, tilting what Patton assumed was its head.

“Little critter!”

“Wh-- what?” Patton replied, stunned.

“Little critter? ...Good morning, little critter?” the creature chirped again, uncertainly. Every syllable was a perfect imitation of the phrases Patton had called out the three mornings they’d been there, just a little muffled.

The creature dropped to a crouch, and the abruptness of the motion made Patton flinch, startled. As though repentant, it set the staff on the ground slowly, and then made the distinct musical tone of a Humlilt.

Patton gaped, the pieces clicking into place. Not a Humlit. The Humlit. The one he’d been working so hard to befriend, the one following them around, the one that apparently wasn’t a Humlit at all.

In the next moment, Roman’s charging footsteps arrived, and all traces of softness vanished from the creature’s demeanor as it rose to its feet with a snarl, turning to face off against Patton’s crewmate.

This isn’t right, Patton thought, and didn’t wait another moment before inserting himself between the two larger aliens, whistling shrilly. “Wait!”

At his back, Roman skidded to a halt, incredulous half-formed protests spilling from his mouth.

At his front, the creature held its aggressive position for a heartbeat longer, and then lowered its hands slightly, stumbling back a step and looking between Patton and Roman with uncertain antsiness.

“Little critter? Little critter good?” it chirped, and Patton could feel the way Roman and Logan stiffened behind him.

“Hey, little critter,” Patton said, slowly moving to sit down on the dirt. “I think we got off on the wrong claw. You don’t really want to fight, do you?”

The creature shuffled anxiously, and Patton tapped the ground behind him. “Roman, why don’t you join me?”

“Pat, come on,” Roman started, and then grumpily lowered himself to a seated position at Patton’s imploring look.

Across from them, the creature visibly relaxed, head cocking to the side inquisitively. After a moment, it lowered itself into a crouch like before.

Patton’s antennae fluttered, and his happy glow increased slightly. “Good job! We’re already halfway to being friends, huh?”

“Good,” the creature echoed, voice still uncertain and so small. “Hurt no?”

“We won’t hurt you,” Patton replied, and the creature’s head lifted up to look at Roman doubtfully.

After a moment, Patton heard the click of Roman’s scales flattening out in a show of nonaggression, and the Crav’on sighed.

“On my honor, I won’t hurt you if you remain peaceable,” he said, extending a hand palm up to symbolize his oath.

To their surprise, the creature reached out and touched him, grazing the dull talons and poking some of his smaller scales with cautious curiosity. It mumbled something to itself in a language Patton didn’t know, and folded Roman’s fingers into a loose fist before finally releasing him.

“He’s pretty cool, isn’t he?” Patton whispered conspiratorially, and the creature held a hand out to him in a mirroring of Roman’s earlier gesture. He reached out and put his little clawed fingers on their palm, marvelling at the size difference. “You’re no critter, huh?”

He turned to the side, the strange alien following his gaze. “Lo, I can hear you taking notes from here. You wanna come say hi?”

“Don’t patronize me,” Logan replied sourly, clasping his hands behind his back. “I simply didn’t wish to startle-- oh!”

Logan’s eyes went wide as the stranger stalked over, body still low in its crouch. The behavior read as classically predatory, but the curious mumbling of the stranger made it clear that they weren’t acting aggressively. He hesitantly offered one of his own thin-fingered hands, the stranger pressing their palms together as though to compare the shapes.

“Hello there,” he greeted belatedly. “Can you understand me? I am Logan, and those are Roman and Patton.”

“Little critter!” the stranger offered enthusiastically, and then dissolved into another string of that unfamiliar language before bounding off and returning with the glow staff in hand.

Patton could feel the way Roman went tense, but the stranger slowed down as they got closer and then set the staff on the ground a little bit in front of Logan, rolling it a few inches towards him.

Logan made no move to pick the staff, and it was easy to see why. The fluorescent lights installed in the head of the staff lit the stranger up from below, illuminating the details that they’d missed before.

Four thin, pale limbs were smudged with dirt and grit, the edges of tattered old textiles peeking out from under the carpet of greenery that cloaked them. They could now see that the foliage wasn’t part of them, but a dedicated attempt at camouflage, built up for so long that some of the plants were growing around their shoulders or tangling in their dark hair. Most striking of all, the wooden plate that had covered their face had been knocked slightly askew, revealing half of a round face with big eyes and tiny features.

“You’re just a fledgeling,” Patton said, something in his chest tightening at the way the child’s gaze flickered between them, nervous but hopeful. The curiosity, the nervousness, it all made sense knowing that this was a youngling.

“No, that’s not just a child,” Roman spoke up, shaken. “That’s… that’s a Human child.”

Patton and Logan turned to him, shocked, but the child reacted the quickest of all, shooting into a standing position. They clumsily darted back a step as all eyes fell on them, chest rising and falling rapidly. “No! No! No Human, go away!”

“Kiddo,” Patton tried, but before he could do more than reach out, the child turned on their heel and vanished back into the underbrush. The rustling of their movements quickly faded, leaving the three of them sitting in the clearing in silence.

“Are you certain?” Logan finally said, rising to his feet and approaching them. “Roman, you’re absolutely sure about this?”

“I… yeah.” The Crav’on flexed his hand, almost dazed. “I thought they would be more-- I mean, yeah, I’m sure. There’s no mistaking those eyes.”

“Very well,” Logan nodded, hands already dancing delicately around him as he committed the encounter to memory. “In that case, I suppose we’ll be staying on-planet for a little longer.”

“Wait, what?” Roman asked, both of them turning to look at the Ulgorian with surprise.

Logan glanced up at them with a raised brow, knowing and smug. “I don’t believe either of you are the type to leave a semi-feral Deathworlder child alone on a planet where the locals believe them to be a monster. Thus, we are staying to help rectify the situation. Am I incorrect?”

“It’s not that simple,” Roman cautioned, but faltered after a moment. “However… you’re right. We can’t just leave them here. They need help, Human or not.”

“That’s right!” Patton agreed enthusiastically, his feathers ruffling up in excitement. “Looks like we’re getting a new member of the family after all!”

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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omg maybe she writes a song for cal before he leaves to go home? she produces it w her team and it’s more of a gift and she brings him in the studio to surprise him? but maybe she releases it and fans know it’s about cal but the two won’t admit it

Thanks for the suggestion! I combined it with @wonderlandiswhereitsatyo suggestions:

Maybe they're facetiming snd one of them is cooking. They got too into the conversation and then the other is like "there's smoke behind you" and a tiny sexy surprise video chat.

I hope you enjoy!

Here’s the masterlist for the Distance series.

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If you have any suggestions for this series, please feel free to send them to me. I will do my best to use as many as possible while also progressing the story along!

There is 18+ Content (Smut). Please read with caution.

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Calum whines when the bed dips, her body rising and his arm falling into empty sheets. His nose misses being pressed into her shoulder and inhaling her scent. “Five more minutes,” he grumbles.

“You’re the one that booked the red-eye flight.” Her voice is hoarse in his ears and he finally blinks up at her. Now, as he pushes up, he hears her alarm going off. His blaring along with it. How he missed the two of them going off, he’s not sure. He reaches for his phone, cutting it off and runs a hair over the cropped sides. A yawn pulls at his jaw and a slight moan falls over his throat.

He hates leaving. As he sits in her bed, wrapped in her golden sheets, that somehow feel softer than his own sheets, he thinks about moving. If he lived here, or she lived in LA, things would be different. He wouldn’t think twice about this, wouldn’t think twice about what was happening between them. But every time he leaves, or she leaves, he is sourly reminded that this won’t be like his other relationships. This won’t be easy to ask her to spend the night, or to wake up early for dog walks, or going to get coffee. They’ll always have time zones and screens between at some point.

He watches her, pulling open her closet door bottom half still bare besides her underwear. It feels so right just to hold her close. Without thinking too long about it, he pushes up from the bed and stands behind her. His arms encasing her waist and he buries his nose into her shoulder again. His lips leave butterfly kisses. “Leaving you always sucks,” he mutters.

She finally settles on a sweatshirt and pulls the hanger down before hooking onto the knob on the inside of the door. Her nails scratch along his skin and it’s not even that cold in her house, but a shiver racks through his body. His bare chest pressed into her back. There are no platitudes, no words of reassurance that she can give him. Because it does suck. A lot. Though her leaving him sucked they hadn’t let those words fall. She turns his grasp, hands coming up around his cheek. “It does suck,” she agrees, pecking his lips. “I wish I could make it suck less.”

“Move to L.A. or somewhere closer,” Calum suggests, lips brushing against her as he talks. Their foreheads rest against each other.

“My whole team is here and--,”

“I know, a last ditch effort,” he sighs, kissing her again. “Thought maybe in your half asleep state I could get you to slip up.”

Her body falls, shoulders rounding in and her hands fall. She tucks herself into his chest, fingers brushing along the tattoos along his collar bones. “I’d have to live in the mountains somewhere. I don’t do well with too many people.”

His laughter rumbles into her ears and Calum squeezes at her frame. “I’ll keep an eye out for anything.”

The sun is just barely rising behind the horizon when she pulls out of the parking lot of her complex. The windows are cracked a little, a breeze blows in, whistling around the otherwise silent car. Traffic isn’t bad on a Sunday morning this early. And the trees and hills roll by as they continue on the roads. It’s almost too scenic. He could see himself out here. Though she lives in a pretty quiet area, he figures it would be nice to always have a quiet place to retreat too. There wouldn’t be the blaring sounds and lights of the city constantly knocking at his door.

When she pulls into the airport, Calum stretches across the middle console. He covers her cheeks in kisses, some more dramatic than others. She scrunches up on herself, attempting to cower away from the onslaught. Her giggle bounces around in Calum’s head. He can’t get enough. There will never be enough, it feels. But eventually, he has to pull away. He does have a flight to catch. “I’ll let you know when my flight lands.”

“And when you get home too?”

Calum nods. “Of course.” He climbs out of the vehicle, opening her backdoor to grab his duffle bag. She stretches around the seat. A black flash drive rests in her palm. “What’s this?”

“A gift. Don’t lose it now.”

“I would never.”

“You can only listen once you’re on the plane though.”

“Listen?” She nods at Calum’s question. “You’re cruel.” He nods though to her stipulations.

“Oh, but you love it,” she grins.

Slipping the flash drive into his pocket of the sweatshirt, he slings the duffle bag up onto his shoulder. He shuffles around, leaning in through the driver side window. And he just gazes, trying to remember the way her eyes sparkle in the rising sun and he can no longer see the lines on her face from how hard she slept. Her hands are soft as she drags her fingers over his and even plays at his rings. Something in the way the sunlight comes in from the windshield catches on her eyelashes makes his heart nearly stop.

He tips her chin, kissing down her nose and then to her lips. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers. And there’s so much honestly in the statement that it feels like weight off his chest.

“But I won’t be the reason why you’re late for your flight,” she laughs, kissing him one last time. “Now, go!”

Calum laughs. “Okay, okay, okay.” He pushes away from the car, turns on his heel and then turns back around to the car. “Just one more kiss?” It’s with a laugh that their lips meet for one last brief kiss. Calum jogs to the front doors and to security.

As the plane ascends, Calum runs this thumb over the flash drive. There’s the safety spill and he watches for the seatbelt light to go out. When they finally reach their cruising altitude, he pulls out his laptop. He almost forgot it was in his bags. Between being with her in the studio in the day and their drives at night, he hadn’t gotten much of his own work done. Now though, maybe he could get something done. Just a few emails read over.

He slips the drive into the port, watching it pop up on his desktop. It’s only with a few clicks that he opens it, finds the folder. For you, Calum, enjoy. Slipping the headphones on, he opens it and there’s an mp3. His heart races and his finger shakes, but he watches the song load. At first, it’s a throaty creak of the piano and soon her voice follows with a soft and breathy first line, Brown irises and black tattoos. His heart skips a beat, maybe two or even three, but he lets his eyes close and listens to her singing to him, about him, about the way her heart flutters too.

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“I’m gonna puke,” she groans. “God, what if no one likes it? What if I’m just like a one-hit wonder?” Calum pauses at his stir fry for just a moment. In three minutes, her debut album will be released. She was out with her team but her nerves were just too much. So she ducked out early, messaging Calum throughout the entire ride back up and now, she’s here. On her couch. With only two shots in her. Her dog besides her and Calum, even though it’s a screen. The eternity of the last 20 minutes have been rushing to the bathroom to stress pee early every three minutes and hovering over her trash can with nerves.

“Lay back,” he directs, motioning to her couch just behind her. “Just lay back, close your eyes, okay?” She nods, moving so that her laptop is a little closer to her ear. “Comfy?” Calum asks. He leans onto his forearms, against the countertop, in front of his own computer.

“Yeah, comfy.”

“Good. Now inhale for three seconds and exhale for five.” Calum can see the inhale and exhale, the rise and fall of her chest. For a fleeting moment, he wishes he could rest his head there, right in the space between her breasts and help her breathe through the nerves. “Again for me.” She inhales and exhales again. “One more time. This time in for four seconds, out for six.” Her breathing crackles in through the speakers. “Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise.”

The rumble of his voice sends a shiver down her spine. She misses being curled up in his chest in her bed. They laughed about nothing, about everything, it seemed. A stupid voice, a meme that sent them both into a fit of giggles. It didn’t matter because Calum was right there with her. He was laughing along with her. “People are gonna hear your angelic voice and they are to fall in love and you’re gonna be a superstar.”

She presses her thighs together, attempting to quell heat that starts in her lower gut. Now is not the time, she figures. “I guess.” It comes out breathy. It’s going to give her away. But there’s not much now to cover it up.

“I know that tone,” Calum teases. He takes just a second to tend to his food, so nothing burns. But he turns back to her quickly. His gut quivers just a little too. They got hot a few times at her place, hands wandering under shirts, mouths peppering skin with kisses that got lower and lower. But they always pulled back. Calum wasn’t sure if having sex with her would be the right move. Would it make things insanely more complicated than they already were? What if this didn’t work out as a relationship?

“No, you don’t know anything!” she laughs.

“Yes I do!” She’s still laying on her back, but her thighs brush over the other, as if that will ease whatever ache has developed. “Clearly you like something. I’m just here to help. Let me help,” he adds the last sentence in a slightly lower tone.

She whines, not sure if she should give into temptation right now. Glancing at the clock, it’s past midnight. “It’s out,” she whispers. “My album is out, holy shit.” When she glances back to the screen, she giggles. “Cal, you might have to order out.”

When he spins around, there’s a little bit of smoke and he swears, turning up the overhead vent. It’s salvageable, for sure. But definitely not his smoothest moment ever. With the smoke finally cleared and the rice scrapped, Calum drops his head to his forearms. “It’s because of you,” he teases. It’s because he wants to see her unravel. He wants to hear her cry out for him. God, he wants it so badly, his toes are curling in his socks. He knows for now he can’t really stand all the way, it’ll give everything away.

“Cal, you really should get something to eat, baby.”

His head snaps up. “What did you call me?”

“You can call me baby and buttercup, but I can’t use it.”

“No, no, no,” he rushes out. “You can. I just.” He swallows thickly. “I like it.”

With a tiny smirk, she laughs. “I would bet money you’re hard right now.”

“You wouldn’t have to bet a lot,” he laughs, hoping now isn’t too obvious if he reaches down to adjust himself. It probably will be. But he really can’t be standing like this in the middle of his kitchen.

“I should probably let you eat. Thanks, Calum.”

“Hey, whoa, why are you in such a rush to get rid of me now?” She doesn’t say anything, a not entirely unusual quietness overtaking her. But he can tell something is definitely off. Trashing the not fully burnt food, Calum dumps the dishes into the sink, hollering to his roommate that he’ll clean it up in a few minutes. His shuffle to his room doesn’t take long. She can hear the click of Duke’s paws traveling behind him too.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Calum’s closes the door softly behind him.

“Nothing’s wrong.” There’s a pause as she sees her phone blinking with text messages pouring in. “We’ve just--we’ve never gone that far. And I never wanted to push you if you didn’t want to go that far.”

Calum collapses into the mattress, laptop sliding onto the bed next to him. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t want to make this more complicated.” He sits up, bringing the computer back to his lap. “I don’t wanna fuck this up with you. Normally, it’s not this hard to weigh sex. But the long distance makes things different? Not necessarily difficult, but different. Sex is like part of the package, but what does that look like for us and like is there an us? I feel like there is.”

“There is an us,” she agrees. “Definitely an us.”

“I like the sound of that.” His grin splits his cheeks and he really thinks he shouldn’t this giddy. But fuck, his body does feel electric. “I really like the sound of that.”

She laughs, her own picture shaking just a little and soon, she’s barely illuminated by the brightness of her screen. It takes a moment and then the bedside lamp flicks on. “Are you familiar with JOI?” She watches as his brows furrow for a second, pondering the question.

“Not that I know of?”

“Jerk off instructions.”

“Oh, I’m familiar with that.” It falls off his lips a little too eagerly, with a little too much of his own breath escaping him. A knock at Calum’s door sends his heart racing and through the door, his roommate shouts about ordering a pizza, to which Calum agrees to send him the money back. “Takes half an hour, minimum,” Calum tells her, wearing a much too wide grin. “It’s not too late for you, right? If it is, there’s always another time.”

Even though tomorrow she knows she has work to do, she shakes her head. “It’s not too late. And you’re wearing one too many sweatshirts, and if there’s a shirt under that, that should go too.”

Without hesitation, Calum pulls the sweatshirt and tank up and over his head. It rouses his hair and he straights it back out before he directs her to trace around her nipple. Under the shirt. It’s more than obvious that she’s wearing no bra either. “I know you like love bites, and I really wish I could decorate your chest in them right now,” she breathes. “But I just want you to sit back. Just for a second. Close your eyes. Envision my hands and nails racking down her chest.”

Calum falls into his pillows, allowing her voice to float over him and sink into his brain. “You’re not wearing a shirt though, in this version.” Her laughter is soft and he cracks just one eye to see her tossing the pink camisole somewhere behind the camera. “Fuck,” he sighs at the sight of her erect nipples.

“Your eyes are not closed, mister.”

“Squeeze them for me, please. And then I will.” She complies, leaning in a hair closer to the camera too and Calum groans, but drops his head into the stacked pillows. “You’re a tease,” he says.

“Oh, don’t say that,” she laughs. “You’ll only make this worse for yourself.”

It doesn’t take long for them to instruct each other to remove pants and then underwear. Both with hands dragging over their bodies, desperately wishing it was actually the other. Her sighs feed into his ears and crawl down into his chest. He echoes with his own, watching her fingers dance around her sex. Her hips rise and it’s obvious she’s trying hard to follow his instruction, trying not to touch herself.

He’s on minute four of a five minute time out, for calling her a tease one too many times and is forced to sit on his hands and just watch her. And his cock is practically a leaky faucet at this point. In the end, it’ll be worth it. But right now, he just wants to give in. He’s not sure how much longer he can hold out. If he’ll make it the full five minutes. “Do you like them sloppy? Blow jobs, I mean?”

His head is so foggy, watching just how much she appears to be dripping onto her towel. She grabbed one just in case and the mere thought of her gushing as Calum’s head all sorts of twisted. “Uh,” he starts, working his jaw again. It hurts from how hard he’s clenching it. “I guess so. There’s, fuck,” he groans watching her hips raise again, wishing his tongue was buried inside of her. “Please tell me five minutes is up.”

“You haven’t-haven’t answered my question.”

He drops his head again, eyes fluttering close. He’s going to lose all feeling his hands at this point. “To an extent, yeah. It’s hot when they’re really into it.”

She’s seeing stars, and she hasn’t properly touched herself but once. She lost that privilege for five minutes as well when she joked that her toys had gotten her off faster. But she won’t lie. She likes the back and forth, the small punishments. Though she thinks, it might be torturing Calum more than it is her. She makes a mental note and then sighs. “You’ve been really good. I wonder if you’ll have that much restraint in person.”

Calum doesn’t fall far it. He watches, to see how far she’ll go, if she’ll actually touch herself without his permission. But she doesn’t either. “I know what you’re doing,” he laughs.

“Because you’re doing it too.” His cock jumps just a little, his stomach tensing and untensing. He looks like he’s about to explode. “Do you like plugs? A little backdoor play?”

“You’re dancing real close to a fire there,” he warns, the tips of her fingers are hovering over her clit. “I didn’t say you could.”

“Damn you,” she growls, moving her hands back to her tits, kneading and pulling at them. Is he waiting for her to break first? Is she going to break? She needs something, anything and if she’s this close to cracking she knows Calum’s even worse.

“Just the head, really work your precum over it.”

The groan that leaves Calum’s chest is long, and louder than he really wanted it to be. But god it feels so good to touch himself. At the moment, as he works just the tip, he doesn’t worry about having to explain anything to anyone. “Play with your clit. Ah, fuck. Circles, okay?”

She hums, body reeling at the new found sensation. “Fuck,” she cries out. “I like it when you squeeze my ass. And if you were here right now, god, I don’t think I’d get off.” She pants for just a second, before she lets Calum fully stroke himself.

“So you on top, huh?”

“What? Don’t like the woman taking charge?”

“Never, no. I love it. You taking what you need from me. God, I think my heart would stop, watching you. Tits bouncing.”

She clenches and it aches that it’s around nothing. Calum would be such a delicious stretch. He’d fill her in ways she probably didn’t know existed. He’d be so firm beneath her palms. Chest solid and warm as she braced herself. God, why hadn’t do made a more serious move when he was here with her? When this could all be a reality and not through a screen. The twinge of regret doesn’t last long when her lower gut continues to tighten. She can feel the small prickles of sweat on her forehead starting to run down her skin. “Oh, fuck. Cal.”

His ears perk up at the growl of his name from her lips. It’s hard, when his eyes blink open to get her in focus. His own body is on the edge, his own pleasure is ramping up to knock him over. But he manages, between the blinks to watch her fall apart. The grunt falling over her lips and the way her teeth clash together just for a moment, the skin around her brows folding for just a moment before they smooth back out and the waves rock her core. No gush. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter in the slightest.

He’s not going to last much longer. Not after that beautiful sight and his heels dig into the mattress a little, hips stuttering up into his own palm. And soon the streams are spilling over his hand and up onto his stomach and chest. His vision is a little spotty just for a second as he tries to catch his breath. He doesn’t even have half a mind to know if he made too much noise or not. That is until she giggles. “Did you cum or start benching presses over there? Either way, very hot.”

“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or not.” He’s thankful that he kept the box of tissues next to his bed from his sneezing fit the other day. Though he didn’t usually suffer from any sort of allergy something got to him yesterday at some point.

There’s a shuffle to clean themselves up and Calum waits, finished first, until she comes back to the screen. It’s clear to see she’s tired. She slide between her sheets, not bothering with clothes again and her head immediately falls into the pillows. “Don’t forget the light, buttercup, he warns softly. She grumbles but turns it off. “Sweet dreams,” he continues. “I’m gonna stream your album on repeat when it releases for me here. You’re gonna wake up to a bunch of positive reactions. And maybe 85% of them are from me, but that’s besides the point.”

Her laughter is soft, partially muffled by her pillow. “Thanks, Calum.”

“Anytime, buttercup. Anytime.” Their call ends and Calum leaves his computer on the bed. He pads into the kitchen and notices a box of pizza still out and the dishes done. And his phone is still on the kitchen counter.

“The pizza came like twenty minutes ago. But that wasn’t something I wanted to interrupt,” his roommate laughs, walking back towards the bedrooms. “You’ve got kitchen duty for the next two weeks.”

“That’s fair. Thanks!” As he settles down at the table with the first three slices warmed, he scrolls through his phone. A message buzzes in and he just catches the preview before it disappears.

I know I should be asleep right now. But I got caught up looking at reactions. It’s a screenshot of some tweets. A string of emojis and keyboard smashes comprise most of them. A couple fans of sniffed out which song is about Calum, but overwhelming the reactions are positive.

I told you so.

Oh wipe that smirk off your face, I know it’s there! Calum can only laugh in response.

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scornedlove · 3 years

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

ROBYN

I called Mel to blow off some steam, but her phone was going straight to voicemail. To say I was boiling was an understatement. Half an hour later, I found myself asking for a shot of whiskey at the nearest bar. Some place that probably hadn’t had a new customer in weeks.

“I’ll take a water with lemon” John stated, his eyes roaming the dark room. The place was small, yet cold and unfamiliar. There wasn’t many people here, but you could tell the few present were regulars.

“Thanks for coming in with me, I know this ain’t in ya job description” I sighed, trying my hardest not to dump all my problems on him.

“I’m just glad you got up out the house. I was beginning to think you replaced me”

“You know better than that! You ain’t getting rid of me that easy” I chuckled in surprise. I tossed back my shot and motioned for the bartender to refill me, wasting no time to toss that one back too.

“This whiskey’s not gonna have you trying to throw bottles upside my head again is it?”

“I promise I’ll behave myself” I crossed my heart with my right hand. “Sometimes, I get so worked up and I just need to take the edge off. Whiskey helps.”

“Don’t let this shit be your go to” he advised, glancing over his shoulder to see who walked in when the door opened.

“Shopping is my go to, Mary Jane is definitely the runner up, but this shit easily takes third place.” I admitted, nonchalantly. “Everybody needs an outlet”

“You gonna have to find some better outlets. I know it’s hard, but I’ve been where you are before and it ain’t a pretty place. I’m not going to sit back and watch you spiral downhill.”

“Eh, to each their own. I’m sure you got your outlets.” I shrugged, before requesting another refill and quickly gulping it down. John just shook his head and looked back at the door as a couple of people walked out. I loved how alert he always was, it made me feel safe. Safe enough, to order another shot.

“Can you at least slow down?” he demanded rather than asked. “Ain’t no way yo tolerance that high.”

“Boy please! I am Bajan, we can hold our liquor.” I teased, starting to feel myself. The whiskey had my temperature rising, so I slid my jacket down on to the stool. The bartender placed my refill in front of me, this time flashing his dingy smile while his eyes burned a hole in my chest.

“Thanks, we’ll let you know if we need anything else” John practically yelled to snap him from his daze.

“Sorry man. We don’t get models in here often” he apologized before tending to the other couple at the bar.

“Bullshit” I blurted before falling into giggles. “I know I look like shit today, but that was a good save”

“You ready? Cause I’m ready to get up outta here.” John stood, with his mind made up. He’s never bossed me around before and oddly enough, it was turning me on.

“Wait, just let me get-”

“You’ve had enough, let’s go.” he ordered, looking down at me. I was beginning to imagine his dark skin on mine and realized he was right. It had to be the liquor taking over, so I shook the thought away and stood like he requested.

"Yeah, you’re right, I uh, need to do some shopping anyway.” I stammered, leaving a few twenty's on the counter before leading the way out.

The ride to the mall was awkward. I rolled and smoked an entire blunt to myself on the way. I could tell John was pissed, but I didn’t understand why or even cared to ask. I’m sick of people trying to give me advice I didn’t ask for. I’m grown as hell and if I want to get fucked up in the middle of the day on a Monday, then that’s what I’ll do.

“I know how long these trips can be and I don’t want you to feel rushed, just give me a call when you’re ready” he stated, once we reached the mall entrance.

“Don’t even worry about it. Thanks for the ride, enjoy the rest of your day” I added, jumping out the back seat before he’d even come to a complete stop. I didn’t want to be around his bad energy, that shit was contagious. I’ll just have to take a cab home. I’d much rather ride with a stranger than be judged.

Turns out John was right. I spent much more time shopping than I expected. There wasn’t much traffic and I enjoyed not having to wait in lines. I treated myself to new clothes, shoes, earrings, and a new purse. Everything I wanted was in stock and I had many of the stores to myself. Apparently I picked a good day to splurge because I spent well over forty grand.

After shopping, I ordered some Chinese food and found a little corner to myself in the food court. I was so happy about the leopard print Louboutin booties I found, I had to put them on before I even touched my food. Something about leopard print made me feel sexy and I needed that feeling now.

I slipped my flats off and smiled as the softness of the booties welcomed my feet. They made me feel so good, I forgot about my bad day. I started to devour my food as if all the appetite I was missing all week suddenly appeared from nowhere. When I was done, I wasted no time getting in line at the ice cream shoppe.

I sat down again, taking my time and enjoying my chocolate chip, double dip cone a little too much. I was in heaven, oblivious to my surroundings. A weird feeling crept over me and I felt like I was being watched. My eyes shot up for a quick scan and immediately locked on the culprit. Christopher fucking Brown.

I stared back for what seemed like forever, but he wasn’t letting up so I decided to show out. If he thought he couldn’t stop looking before, he wouldn’t know what to do when I made him wish he were the ice cream.

“I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me” a smooth baritone caught me off guard in the middle of my act. I sighed deeply before locking eyes with the one night stand I was supposed to never see again.

“Today has got to be my lucky day” he grinned.

“Hey Stranger” I smirked, swallowing the big ass frog in my throat. I should’ve put my ice cream down, but I couldn’t. I just took bites instead of licks while he eyeballed my lips.

“Nah, call me Rocky” he pleaded, his eyes roaming with no shame. Fuck I thought to myself, realizing I left my favorite black leather jacket at the bar. My nipples were at full attention and an apparent distraction, so I crossed my arms.

“I thought we agree-”

“You really want me to treat you like a stranger after the way I had your body feeling the last time you saw me?” he asked, inviting himself to sit in front of me.

“We agreed to no names”

“Who are you shopping with, if you don’t mind me asking?” he quizzed, checking out my table full of bags.

“Damn you nosy” I frowned, shaking my head. “Who you here with?”

“Shit, I’m here with you. I just wanna know who about to be pissed when your plans change up.”

“How my plans change up?” I giggled, loving his persistence.

“I got somewhere I wanna take you”

“Boy you don’t even know me”

“I know what you taste like. You gonna let me taste you again?” he asked wetting his lips before biting the bottom one and slowly letting it out. Flashbacks of his lips on my body sent shivers down my spine. Before I could even respond, I could see Chris approaching at record speed with Nicki on his tail.

CHRIS

“Thank you for getting me out the house today” Nicki smiled, taking a bite from her huge, soft pretzel. “This is exactly what I needed!”

“Me too” I mumbled between bites of my pretzel dog. I was glad I was feeling better than I had the day before, but I still felt crappy. Yesterday I laid around with a hang over from hell, but when Nicki called today I had to pull my shit together.

“I’m so glad Sam will be home for good today. All I can ever think about is what if he misses our baby’s birth”

“Aren’t you due next month?”

“Yeah, but look how fat I am! There’s no way I can hold this baby for another month!” she stood up and turned sideways for me to see her silhouette.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be back to yourself in no time. You’re having a healthy baby. That’s the important part.” I stressed and her face immediately dropped in shame.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Sorry for what?”

“Complaining. I’m grateful for this entire experience. I just wish Sam could’ve found a closer job sooner, but it’s done now and I’m soooo grateful” she beamed as her phone vibrated on the table. “Speak of the devil.”

“Tell him I said what up” I laughed at her girlish demeanor while she spoke with her husband. Somehow they pulled through their long distance relationship, even with the hormone roller coaster. I was happy for them.

“So are you spending Thanksgiving in Texas with Tae now that Mama got her own thing going on?” Nicki quizzed after hanging up with Sam. I hadn’t told her it was over with me and Tae yet, I was hoping to avoid this conversation altogether.

“Nah. You know me, I like to make my rounds. Are you cooking? I’m tryna come get one of your plates!”

“Noooo Chris! Holidays show a girl how serious you are about her. You gotta at least try to go see her, it’s important!”

“Well, sh-”

“Robyn”

“No, it’s not about Rob-”

“No, I was saying, is that Robyn?” she nodded across the food court towards the ice cream shoppe. Sure enough, Robyn was standing in line with three bags on one arm and her wallet in hand as she waited to order.

“Damn, she looks good” I blurted under my breath. I didn’t know where we stood since the last time we spoke, so I definitely wasn’t going over there.

“That hair looks so good on her. When’s the last time ya’ll talked?”

“Not long ago, and it wasn’t pleasant” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes from her as she paid and grabbed her ice cream from the cashier. She quickly found an empty table, set her things down, and began to devour her ice cream in the most seductive way. On top of that, the dress she wore revealed every curve and way too much skin.

When she sat down, her eyes met mine. She refused to break eye contact and began to lick her ice cream with a flat tongue, curving it around the top. She winked at me, then opened her mouth wide before sucking her ice cream from the top, clearly giving me a show.

“So ya’ll cool or not?” Nicki’s voice snatched me back to attention. My head snapped in her direction to see if she was seeing what I was but she was preoccupied with her phone. When I looked back at Robyn, there was someone else sitting in front of her, blocking my view.

This guy must’ve been enjoying the same show I was, too bad he didn’t stand a chance. Rob’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even give a guy two seconds if he’s not worth it, which made me wonder why this guy was still sitting there.

“I don’t know. Let’s go say wassup” I suggested as Nicki tossed the last of her food in her mouth, then followed me towards Robyn.

As we approached her, a huge smile spread across her face and she waved in our direction. I wasn’t sure what to expect but my nerves relaxed a bit.

“Oh my God! Look at you!” Robyn shrieked, jumping up to hug Nicki.

“No bitch, look at you! I was just telling Chris how bomb this haircut is on you!” Nicki returned the love. I tried to get a word in, but Robyn turned her back to me and proceeded to talk to Nic like I wasn’t even there.

“I can’t believe you almost done cooking the munchkin already!” She squealed, rubbing Nicki’s belly.

“Yes girl, exactly 28 more days!”

“Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know yet, we wanted a surprise”. They went back and forth for what seemed like forever, paying me no mind. I waited patiently until Robyn attempted to leave with the random guy without speaking to me. She tried to walk by me so I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, catching her off guard.

“So you just gonna ignore me?” I asked, glaring into her shocked expression. It took a second of thought but to my surprise, she shook her head no, so I wasted no time leading the way to an empty table for a little privacy.

“How you been?” I began, instantly pissing her off.

“What you mean How I been?” she mimicked rolling her eyes. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I ran into Rayven last night..you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

"Wow, you pulled me to the side to ask about Rayven?” she asked, with slanted eyes.

“No, that’s not wh-”

“Fuck you Christopher. I should beat your ass like I did her” she frowned, attempting to walk off. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me again, with a little more force this time.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked, trying to smell it on her breath but only smelling the ice cream. “Who’s this guy your with? Do you know him?”

“Mind the business you chose over me. I ain’t yo woman.” she spat, before returning to the lucky punk waiting for her. Those words hurt like daggers but I was more embarrassed than anything.

“I guess it’s safe to say ya’ll not cool” Nicki spoke, breaking the silence on the ride home.

“I don’t know Nic, I think I really messed up this time”

“Ah hell, what you do now?” she shook her head in frustration as I caught her up on my cursed love life.

“Can I be brutally honest with you?” she asked, raising her brow as she stared me in the face.

“That’s all I’m asking”

“You sound confused as fuck! At the end of the day, who do you love?

“I can’t even lie. I love them both”

“Who do you want to be with....like forever”

“I don’t know”

“Well that’s your problem. You gotta figure out what you want” she shook her head in disbelief.

“It’s not that easy. See with Tae I have this clean slate, well almost clean. Distance is the only problem. “

“Which is a pretty big problem” she pointed out.

“But with Rob there’s so much chemistry, history, love... it would be hard to come back from what we been through”

“Well if you put it like that, do you want hard as shit or hard as fuck?” she teased, cracking herself up.

“Thanks for the lovely advice”

“I can’t help you bro, you on your own!”

“I can see that!”

“Nah, but for real, every time I’ve seen you and Tae together you seem happy as hell. I mean head over heels, you stay cheesing like a damn girl, and treating her like a princess. But when you talk about Robyn you seem unsure and even kind of depressed. I’m sure it’s because of the accident, and everything else that happened but aren’t you ready to put all of that behind you?”

“Put Robyn behind me? “I sighed, giving it deep thought. It wasn’t like she was fucking with me anyhow. After seeing her today I was even more confused than before.

“That situation is out of your hands at this point. I’m sorry, but it’s clear to me that Rob ain’t fucking with you bro. I can tell you’re not really taking Tae serious because you’re hoping Rob comes around. That’s bullshit and you definitely owe Tae an apology. Start there and just see where everything else goes.” she suggested, as she kicked her shoes off and kicked her feet up on the dash.

“That girl don’t want to talk to me”

“Of course not, you gotta go bigger than a phone call”

“Like what?”

“Like go see her. Go spend Thanksgiving with her! Have you ever been to her place? She’s been to your crib, your galleries, and met all your people. Ya’ll been together long enough, it’s time for you to meet the family. Matter of fact, you should pop up on her!”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” I grinned, realizing how right she was. It was obvious I hadn’t been putting in much effort and that’s probably why she keeps one foot in the door and the other out. She just needs a grand gesture to know how important she is to me.

With Nic’s help, I came up with the perfect plan to get us back on track. Thanksgiving was less than a week away, so I wasted no time booking my flight and a room near her salon. All I had to do was show up and speak my peace. How hard could that be?

#rihanna #ff #fanfiction #fanfic #chris brown

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Addiction | 03

→ pairing: jungkook x reader → genre: drama | m for mature → words: 4k → a/n: this is a repost from my old blog but I completely forgot about this series. my goal is to continue it, so here is the introduction. disclaimer: there are mentions of an escort service. this is not a promotion of prostitution of any kind. this is strictly fiction and should be seen as such. read at your own discretion.

→ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03

→ summary: To say that someone is addicted to something can be either an exaggeration or so far from the appropriate term; it can be terrifying. At first, he seemed cute, playful; even attractive. But by the end of the month, you just dreaded the thought of telling him that you couldn’t satisfy him anymore. Rather, you dreaded the thought of admitting to yourself that you were just as addicted to him as he was to you.

“Addiction is defined by tolerance, withdrawal, and craving. We recognize addiction by a person’s heightened and habituated need for a substance; by the intense suffering that results from discontinuation of its use; and by the person’s willingness to sacrifice all (to the point of self-destructiveness).”

Crap. It was morning. You needed to get to the studio and quick. There was going to be a small concert in town early in the afternoon and you knew you needed to be there as early as possible so they could rehearse on time. Luckily, you still had an outfit in your chamber for this occasion and you gingerly put it on; making your exit.

Arriving just barely on time, you ran into the studio to find the room already buzzing with other stylists, staff, and the guys. You felt timid, as you always did, when you entered the room. Adrenaline was still pumping through your veins from your nightly activities but they dimmed as you entered the threshold. Nerves building as you realized you would have to see Jungkook.

Even though you knew you were securely covered, you pulled on your turtleneck collar and long sleeves of the black dress you put on. It was cute yet casual but more importantly, it served your purpose well. As you walked over to your usual station, you gathered your materials as you waited for Jungkook to make his entrance. It was odd that he was running behind. You couldn’t help but to worry since he never said goodbye to you last night.

“Y/N, I need you to do me a favor.” Kimi rushed into the dressing room and yanked Jin down into the chair as he was goofing off.

“Yah! I told you not to move too much. I’m going to have to do your hair again,” she said in a frustrated yet cute voice. Jin giggled to himself.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be still,” he turned to you and looked you over. “Noona, it’s a little warm to be wearing something like that, isn’t it?” He tried to make it seem like he was being innocent but you knew damn well that he wasn’t. You rolled your eyes at him as he smirked at you.

“I don’t have time for this, Seokjin. What do you need, Kimi? Jungkook could be here any minute.” Your friend nodded and began to tend to Jin’s hair once again.

“I know. It’ll be really quick. I left my makeup kit in the bathroom and Jin is needed first for a mic check. It’ll just be faster if you could grab it while I fix his hair. Please.” You let out a sigh as you looked at the clock.

“Okay fine. I’ll be right back.” Your friend thanked you as you hurried out of the room. You hated rushing like this but sometimes it was thrilling. It would be more thrilling if you weren’t a nervous wreck already. Once you entered the empty bathroom, you noticed the pink makeup case on the counter right away. It was easy to spot in the dark grey tiled bathroom. It was modern with a long mirror above the multiple sinks. When you grabbed the case, you heard someone else enter the room but thought nothing of it until you heard their voice.

“Noona, I need to talk to you…” Shock struck you as your heart skipped a beat. You looked up in the mirror to see his reflection; turning around instantly to face him.

“Jungkook? What the hell are you doing in here? I could get into serious trouble.” You walked over towards the door and past the taller man, peeking out the door to make sure no one possibly saw him enter the women’s bathroom. Jungkook watched your every move; studying you as he always did. When you saw that the hall was empty, you sighed in relief and closed the door. Turning to him, you looked up into his eyes with concern.

“What is so important that it couldn’t have waited until I came back to the dressing room? You know this is too risky.” The maknae reached up and grazed your cheek with the back of his index finger.

“It’s worth the risk. I needed to see you,” he said in a whisper. Before you even realized, your back was pressed against the cool door as Jungkook hovered over you. His hand trailed down your neck to pull aside your turtleneck collar. A low growl vibrated in his throat.

“This is what you do to me, Y/N. You made me lose control because I wanted to give you what you wanted…what I needed.” He bit his bottom lip, feeling his lack of control fighting to make a presence but also guilt for leaving such a dark mark on your body.

“Does it hurt,” he asked in a caring voice; soft and gentle. You turned your head, unable to look at him. Your breath came out shaky as his touch sent shivers down your spine. Your skin so fragile from the purple kiss he gave you but also because he affected you so much. Never could you admit to his touch affecting you this much.

“Why won’t you look at me,” Jungkook asked in a serious tone; masked with concern but also curiosity - a little smirk twitching on his face.

“I have nothing to say to you, Kookie. Don’t worry about me. It was a one-time thing…” At this moment, you looked him straight in the eyes; determined to make him see how serious you were.

“Nothing more.” A darkness flooded over the maknae that he couldn’t fathom. Those two words pierced through him and made his blood boil. His little smirk faded to something much colder.

“You don’t mean that,” he said bluntly. You put on a face, masking how you truly felt; which was still a very blurry line. Brushing his hand aside that was still grazing your collar, you stepped to move around him. With quick reflexes, Jungkook stuck out his arm to stop you; caging you against the wall.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t feel anything for me. After everything that happened between us last night, that you honestly don’t have feelings for me.” Jungkook looked into your eyes with determination and desperation. He searched frantically for truth behind your eyes as he engulfed you with his body. His dominant stance made you weak in the knees as he loomed over you. It took every ounce of strength you had to not cave in this moment.

“I feel nothing, Jungkook,” you said as you looked at him. You felt as if your voice may have faltered a little but perhaps it was all in your head. Jungkook tensed around you; his eyes looked you over. He was sensing something from you. He lowered his arms slowly and took a minor step back.

“Prove it,” he said as he watched you. You raised your eyebrow at his stance.

“This isn’t a game. I’m being serious. What are you doing?” Jungkook subconsciously palmed himself slightly and looked into your eyes.

“I’m giving you what you want. I know you want it, just as much as I do,” he said as he looked over your frame. Your dress hugged your curves in a way that drove him internally insane.

“J-Jung-”

“You’re stuttering my name already and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Suddenly, you feel Jungkook’s knee brush against yours and separating your legs. As he licks his lips, he reaches for the hem of your dress and slides his fingers into your damp panties. Your instincts tell you to protest but your body and heart tell you to shut up and enjoy the ride. Jungkook’s fingers shimmy into your folds and massaged your swollen core so eagerly. The second he got a moan from you, just from his touch, he slithered his fingers against your entrance and stroked you. A smirk graced his face.

“I knew you would be this wet. Face it, Y/N. You want me. I don’t know why you’re denying it. I made you scream and moan so much last night. I know you enjoyed it.” His two forefingers slide into your slick entrance and massaged your walls. He curled his fingers into your g-spot but didn’t go crazy just yet. You leaned your head forward and let out a breathy moan.

“Fuck, Jungkook….” The sensation was unreal. His fingers were a work of art and he was painting you like a canvas. He bit his bottom pink lip and watched your eyes shut tightly from the stimulation as you leaned your head back against the wall.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to say my name,” he closed the gap between you to place his lips by your ear; his hot breath giving you goosebumps. Your hands moved up to his broad shoulders and gripped tightly, digging your fingertips into the clothed skin.

“Prove to me just how little you feel for me,” he whispered before picking up the pace. The knot in the pit of your stomach dropped to your core like a bombshell waiting to explode. His lean fingers hit the back of your center as if he was trying to memorize the feel of the muscle. As you bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming, Jungkook pulled out just enough to add a third finger…then four. Your eyes shot open and you practically slammed your head forward so you could bite his shoulder. Your loud cries muffled against his skin, making the fabric wet from your spit as your teeth indented his skin.

Suddenly, Jungkook removed his fingers with low growl under his breath. When you looked up at him with hooded eyes, trying to catch your breath, there was something on his face that was different. Desperation. Hunger. Insanity.

“No. I need to fuck you. I need to cum inside of you, Y/N….” and there it was, all three - desperation, hunger, and insanity. Jungkook’s need to make you cum was just as strong as his need to cum with you, inside of you. His words struck a chord in you, making you hotter than he already made you feel. Your guard quickly faded and you licked your lips.

“Do it. Fuck me. Just do something,” you begged. Never had you begged in such a needy way but this was how he affected you. Pleased by your demand, Jungkook hurried to free his enraged cock from his jeans. It was throbbing as the tip was a deep shade of pink. Breathing heavily through his mouth as adrenaline dilated his pupils, he hooked his wet fingers under the waistband of your panties and yanked them down to your ankles. He lifted your dress far enough to see your exposed ass; the insides glistening with your juices.

“I-I don’t have a condom,” he stuttered. Jungkook was a mess between feeling nervous, and eager - his cockiness completely leaving him. You turned your head slightly over your shoulder to look at him. The moment you catch sight of his beautiful cock, the thought doesn’t even phase you.

“I’m on the pill. It’s fine just-” You cut off your words as you reach your arm back to grab a hold of his hip and ease back onto his erection. Your walls and entrance are as wet as his length is rigidly hard, you’re able to slide perfectly onto him. Both of your moans simultaneously fill the air.

“Ahhh…just like that,” you moaned as he filled you.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he already missed the feel of you. He grabbed a hold of your hips and gripped tightly as he starts pounding into you like a jackhammer. His length yet again fills you as if it were meant for you - massaging your walls so perfectly in a frenzied rhythm. Feeling the need to see you come undone, Jungkook shifts you so that you’re facing the sinks and mirrors lining the opposite wall. You looked ahead and already felt embarrassment brightening your cheeks.

“J-Jungkook…” He could hear the protest in your voice and bit his lip. You tried to cover your face to keep from watching yourself, even though curiosity was getting the best of you. Jungkook shook his head in the middle of grunts as he was still fucking you. He reached around to grab a hold of your wrists and pulled them behind your back to keep you from hiding. Not that you were complaining because the new position somehow adding more stimulation and it almost made you scream. You pierced your lips to keep from doing so, remembering that you were in a public restroom still.

“Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, pro list,” Jungkook let out another groan, “I remembered your list well, remember. I know you want to watch me fucking you.” Fuck, fuck. His words made you look up at the mirror. He was right. The sight of seeing him ram into you, smacking his hips against you as he thrusted into your g-spot was such a beautiful sight. To get him to shut up for being so damn cocky, you clenched your walls around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed as a bark. A smirk graced your lips as you did it over and over. Two could play at this game.

“Y/N stop,” he warned. You could feel him somehow get harder inside of you. As you gasped and moaned, trying to chase your orgasm, you tried to focus on his as well.

“What’s the matter, Kookie? Are you going to cum for me,” you asked in a cocky tone. Just as you started to giggle quietly, Jungkook wrapped his fingers around your throat and pulled you up against his chest; his other arm wrapped around the front of your stomach. His lips grazed your ear as he panted from his never ending thrusts.

A sharp gasp passed through your lips from the aggressive move that only turned you on more. Your pussy throbbed and pulsed around him as he spiked the inevitable orgasm that he was about to give you.

“And you’re going to cum with me,” he whispered, “now.” And in that moment, as if he had full control over your body, your orgasm hit you wave after wave. He had to cover your mouth as you couldn’t contain the decadent sounds streaming from your lips. Jungkook squeezed his eyes together and let out a whiny moan as he exploded inside of you. As his cock surfaced to your entrance and back inside of you, the mix of your juices came out and slowly trickled down your legs.

No extra stimulation. No use of his tongue. No fingers on your clit. Just his cock with his hand around your throat and whispered demands in your ear that gave you the high that was higher than anything you’ve ever experienced. Your body went lax against him and his strong arms caught you.

“It’s okay. I got you,” he whispered sweetly; just as he did the night before. Your moans faded to faint little whimpers. The sweet man pulled out of you and lifted you in one swoop to carry you over to the sink.

“Well aren’t you charming,” you said in a low voice as a soft smile appeared on your face. Jungkook couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Need I remind you, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said as he sat you down, meeting your gaze, “and I fully intend on you finding out.” His words silenced you and you became timid. He just doesn’t give up, does he, you thought to yourself. Jungkook grabbed a towel and wet it to clean you just as there was a knock on the locked door.

“Y/N, are you still in there?! I needed my makeup box 10 minutes ago!” Kimi’s frustrated voice vibrated against the door and it made you laugh lightly.

“Oh yeah…I knew I came in here for something.” Jungkook grinned, feeling proud, as he finished cleaning your legs and sensitive core. He finished wiping you down and looked at you with softer eyes than before. It seemed as if his eyes were practically black before but now they were a beautiful shade of dark brown; gentle and sweet. He leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips before helping you put your underwear back on. He then proceeded to zip up his pants and straighten his shirt - handsome as ever.

You watched his every move as he took care you of you so tenderly. It made your heart skip a beat. Jungkook was so…nurturing and romantic with you yet a complete beast just moments ago. It didn’t make sense to you but it intrigued you. Slowly, he helped you down off the counter and handed you the makeup box.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. Jungkook flashed you his signature flirty smile with sincerity.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. There was another knock on the door.

“Y/N, come on! I know you’re still in there. What the hell is taking so long?” Kimi’s voice was high pitched and annoying but you understood her frustration. That’s when your nerves hit.

“You have to stay back so they don’t-”

“I know. I’ll wait a minute before leaving after you. Go ahead and go. I’ll see you in the dressing room.” Jungkook kissed you on the cheek before you could open your mouth to reply. You looked at him in confusion. Had he done something like this before, you wondered. He seemed so calm about all of this; like it was normal.

“Go,” he said with a slight laugh under a whisper; pushing you subtly towards the door. Gaining your composure, you brushed your dress down and headed towards the door. Jungkook made sure to stay out of sight as you opened the door ever so slightly to ease out to escape. Kimi was right in front of the door and backed up when you walked out of the bathroom. You held up the box for her and smiled innocently. She took it with a huff.

“If I knew you were going to take forever, I would have gotten it myself,” she said in an annoyed voice, “What took you so long anyways?” A string of lies marched in your head until the perfect one surfaced.

“Uhh…that time of the month, sorry.” Your friend looked at you as if she wanted to question you but she brushed it off. Instead, she hooked arms with you and dragged you away towards the dressing room.

“Well let’s hurry before Jungkook shows up. They’re up in like 15 minutes,” she commented. Which made you look back towards the bathroom as the door still remained shut - knowing he was still in there waiting.

“Right…”

Everything seemed so casual and nonchalant. Jungkook made a couple of glances your way as you applied his makeup and styled his hair, but not more so than usual. Although you did notice that he kept clenching his fists every now and then - struggling to keep from touching you still. Once the boys left for their little concert, you felt like you could breathe again. All you knew was that you needed to think and clear your head.

When you got home later that day, you stripped your clothes and decided to take a nice, hot bath. As you stood naked in front of the mirror, that’s when you noticed just how many bruises you were covered in. So many different shades of purples and reds, even yellow. To anyone else, they may have seemed horrifying but to you, they were precious memories.

Your delicate fingers traced over them lightly as you remembered his touch; reminiscing every moan and pleasured feeling he gave you yesterday and today. When you met your gaze back up to the mirror, you frowned slightly. No. You’re supposed to forget about him. Never are you supposed to fall for a client, let alone someone you work for as well.

This was supposed to be a one time thing and somehow, he was able to break through a barrier you have perfected over the months in this profession. A barrier that you created so that you didn’t fall for your clients; it was a security measure. Some of your clients were quite attractive; men that you would absolutely date - others not so much. Jeon Jungkook was a fantasy - nothing more.

Once you cleanse yourself with sweet smelling soap, you got ready for bed. Wearing a plain grey tank top and cotton shorts; pure comfort. The sun had already fallen and the moon had risen. You haven’t been sleeping well and after your recent activities, you knew you could easily pass out. When you finally reached your bed, your skin hit the sheets in the most soothing way. The silky material made your legs feel like jello. It pried a purred sigh out of you as you nestled into your safe haven.

It wasn’t long before you were able to fall asleep once you closed your eyes. It wasn’t often that you went to bed so early but your body clearly needed it - at least you thought. At the time you fell into a dreamlike state, it was roughly 8pm. When you awoke next, it was 3am. The air was silent and the moon was bright in the clear, dark sky. You felt refreshed but you were definitely still tired enough to fall back asleep for another hour or two. As you stretched your arms, you felt something warm beside you and became alert. You sat up quickly to take a look and you found a man’s body sleeping comfortably beside you. Jungkook’s body.

“Jungkook,” you asked out loud in shock. The maknae stirred subtly and wrapped his arm around your torso as if to pull you closer. You stiffened under his touch.

“Go back to sleep, baby. It’s just me,” he said in a raspy, tired voice. His eyes were already seemingly puffy; his lips swollen in a pout. How long had he been sleeping here like this?

“Jungkook, no. Get up. What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in here?” Jungkook let out a sigh and looked up at you innocently as he continued to rest his head on one of your pillows. His features were so tired, worn, and exhausted; yet soft and fragile.

“Please…just one more hour. I’m so tired and it’s so comfortable here,” he begged in a whisper; still half asleep. He pulled you close and you reluctantly followed to lay beside him like he wanted without saying so.

“I…”

“Please…It’s been such a long day,” he asked again through tired eyes. You let out a breath, wanting to protest again but your nurturing side kicked in. You knew how hard the boys worked and after a day of concert and who knows what else, you knew very well that he was probably beyond spent. Feeling defeated, you softened in his grasp and decided to play along.

“What time do you need to be back,” you asked sweetly. Jungkook was already starting to fall asleep again.

“Just one more hour,” he mumbled softly before drifting back to sleep. The sweet boy had succumb to his slumber and was breathing slowly once again. You looked him over and couldn’t help but to brush his hair soothingly. A soft hum vibrated in his throat. There was something so innocent about him even though his features were so broad and masculine - something you had a weak spot for when it came to Jungkook.

Shaking your head, you nestled beside him and faced him; curling your arms against your chest and laying your leg gently over his. The position was perfect somehow as if you’ve done this with him before. You took your finger and moved the dark brown strand that had fallen over his eye. Having him in your bed made sense somehow. No. It felt like home.

“Fucking hell….” You whispered under your breath so you didn’t wake him. The question lingered on your tongue and you were scared to say it out loud. Even though he was asleep and he couldn’t hear you, you had to breathe the words in hopes that the answer would come to you.

“What are you doing to me, Jeon Jungkook?” But it didn’t -

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rael-rider · 4 years

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Thoughts on GotG #4

It’s far from perfect but I liked it. Juan Cabbal’s layouts are interesting and creative and it’s something I love seeing in a comic because usually we just get static boring panels and cut and paste scenes. But the transitions from panel to panel and page to page were good. Like the scene with the planet and Rich’s scarred chest, the scenes with Noh-Varr making his mind known to Rich, or pretty much everything to do with Noh-Varr. The pages between the two Moondragons. I’m not to keen on how Juan Cabbal draws Peter, Noh-Varr and Rocket but his Rich is gorgeous and his Phyla is beyond hot.

I know these 2 issue arcs are pretty short and while I would at the least make them 4 issues long I do appreciate that Ewing is not dragging the whole story to a 6 or 12 issue arc where nothing of note happens for like 4 issues and I forget what the story was about because of how long it is. I really hate the unnecessary “wide-screen” decompression style with modern comics because writers tend to be lazy with it and I don’t think they work well outside of completed Graphic novels.

As for story and characters: Rich has woken up and he’s already feeling guilt about Peter’s death and he keeps being paranoid about the shit hitting the fan on this new mission and keeps warning everyone about taking precautions and how things can go wrong. Also the panel where he reminds everyone to “Ask Peter” and Rocket thinks Rich is blaming him for Peter’s death says a lot. Rich clearly blames himself (Ewing already confirmed it) for asking him for help but Rocket also blames himself for not being able to save him.

That scene with the spine implant also reminded me of that time Rich has the United Front bombard him in Annihilation and you find out through the narrative that he lost his right leg because he’s in a hospital with a medic growing said leg while Peter debriefs him.

I also liked seeing Rich take on a more leader role and calling the shots even from the pink bacta tank like thing. He’s probably frustrated that he can’t go with the others but I liked seeing him in a leadership role. Rich can be a good leader but he's not always the best teammate and prefers to do things solo and with Peter’s death and him constantly reminding everyone of how things can go wrong you can see why. As a matter in fact him being benched is why he’s asking the others to answer the distress call and it’s probably frustrating to him.

In the latest interview with Ewing that I posted he said Rich was benches in this mission but it remains to be seen if he will put himself “back on the meat grinder” or take things easy but honestly I don’t think he can take it easy considering how the Galaxy is. I don’t see him taking it easy at least until positive things start happening to him, so Peter definitely has to come back and he needs to have some resolution with what happened with Robbie (which I’m still wondering when they’re going to resolve that stuff).

The scenes with Phyla and Rocket being the distraction were fun, it also had a reference to the GotG movies without being obnoxious. Other things I liked in those panels was seeing a kite flying a human and “Rum the Space Knight”.

Noh-Varr’s panels were probably my favorite because his powers are just so WTF and weird and I like that Ewing is taking that character back to his Morrison roots after everyone else forgot that aspect of him. I already talked about how much I liked the art in this comic and the best was with Noh-Varr.

The Rick Jones/Captain Marvel switch that Noh-varr does with Herc was also pretty cool, it’s been awhile since we seen characters do that.

Also I just realized Rich has been in three teams with three Marvel Boys.

Gamora still isn’t thinking Peter’s death well (and I think she also has to come to terms that Peter chose to do what he did and that he didn’t want to settle down but I also think her anger is valid because he went behind her back to the mission so there’s a lot she and Peter have to talk about when he gets back), I just loved how friendly and kind Herc was towards her and I hope it wasn’t for anything. I’m liking Herc in this comic and I hope he stays as a Guardians.

Also Alt Heather vs 616 Heather and the fricking Dragon of the Moon is back oh boy. 616 Heather has always been such a complex character but she was also an awful, awful,( and I cannot stress this word enough) awful person who had to hit rock bottom and face the consequences of her actions to get to the point that she is now. Her facing a much more heroic version of her who is married to a perfect and heroic version of our Phyla is definitely messing her up. But still no matter how both Alt Phyla and Alt Heather are growing on me I still like 616 Heather and Phyla better and I want to see 616 Phyla back.

Oh yeah there was also that Prince of Power guy, I guess that’s a new character I don’t know what’s up with him.

So yeah that’s about everything I guess.

#wednesday spoilers #ewing cates #my two cents

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girlwithwolftatoo · 5 years

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Handkerchief -a Joker (2019) fanfic

Title: Handkerchief

Summary: Arthur Fleck came to this world to make people smile, and he’s about to make more than that for an unfortunate soul.

Words: 1,405

Warnings: Mentions of physical aggresion, domestic violence, minor-looking OC.

(This is part of a fanfiction series I’m about to write with my OC for Joker)

The path to the department’s buildings became more lonely than usual; perhaps the cold in the weather made the people come sooner back home, perhaps people were willingly avoiding him… “No, that’s just another of your weird thoughts” he said to himself before opening the mail box. Empty, as always, as every day in who knows how many years.

Arthur stepped out of the elevator, his face pointing at the floor as he needed to watch on your feet to avoid an accident. A door slammed a few meters away and a small figure came out of it, closing the door with a violent push and walking funny, as the person was about to faint their face buried inside their hands.

From behind the door a shriek broke the atmosphere:

“Violet! Come back here, you little skank!”

The person in the hall started to run, their face still covered, and it wasn’t a surprise they collided against a still distracted Arthur. The man just gave a step back at the rough feeling of his skinny chest being hit by something hard, but the other person fell over their butt and just then, they uncovered their face. A pair of dark eyes met Arthur’s, a young, tan face stood at him as a trail of blood was running from their nostrils. She looked very young, almost a teenager, but something on her shape informed that she was older, maybe entering in her twenty’s or something, but her oversized clothing made difficult to guess.

Arthur didn’t make a move, his eyes were fixed onto the little girl. She was crying, of course she was crying, nobody gets a bloody nose and stays cool, but there was something more, the way her muscles trembled, the way her eyes traveled back to the door she slammed, as she was afraid of someone coming from it to chase her and end its work; but then she noticed the man’s eyes staring at her; she touched her nose and looked at the blood painting her fingers as she hasn’t noticed how hurt she really was.

Vulnerable, that was the word Arthur was looking for her. Vulnerable, a little deer running through the forest after being shot on the leg.

He didn’t think anymore, his left hand went into his pocket and after a few seconds he reached the tip of squared-printed fabric, his clown handkerchief. Arthur leaned over the girl and offered it with a soft:

“Are you okay?”

Slowly, she took the handkerchief with a shaking hand, her eyes going from the piece of fabric to Arthur and back; he couldn’t help but smile, smiling as he used to do in his job, to look friendly to the children who passed next to him, to announce people he wasn’t a freak or dangerous, that was never meant to hurt anybody. He saw the girl bring a little corner of the handkerchief to her bloody nostril and press it softly, almost as she wouldn’t notice, her eyes traveling to any place. He knew that kind of look, it was the look of someone who was obliging to ignore their environment because it was…

“Violet!”

The girl stood up, giving Arthur a last glance before running through the emergency stairs, her hand still pressing his fabric against her face. Arthur followed her escape until her shape disappeared he kept walking; in that city forgotten by God, even children received a good bashing just because somebody else could give it to them… Just because nobody cared about them.

As Arthur reached his own place (three doors away from the girl’s one), that door slammed once again and a dark haired woman stepped outside, searching through the floor with a hand grabbing a vodka bottle.

��She’s gone…” she muttered “She is…” In that moment the woman saw Arthur and gave him a disgusted grimace before coming back inside. He snorted, he was getting used to that kind of looks from other people, and at the moment he opened his own door the image of the bleeding girl vanished from his mind.

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Violet Martinez came back a few hours later, as the Murray show was about to end on Fleck’s house. When she entered the apartment the first thing she saw was her mother, heavy sleeping on the only couch with the vodka bottle a few inches from her hanging hand; it was always like this, some days her mother was more hostile than usual and grew angry for every reason. That night, was because Violet forgot to pick the trash can outside and a few flies were flying across the dishwasher, the girl didn’t saw it coming but suddenly her mother smashed her face with her handbag, with such strength it made her nose feel suddenly hot and pulsating. It was in that moment that Violet ran away, convinced that if she averted her mother for some minutes she would be back to what she called “the guilty estate”, when Mrs. Martinez drank and went so tipsy and guilty for what she did (whatever she did, besides the usual insults and physical aggression she tended to escalate almost once or twice at month) that she acted as a loving mother for some days, before coming back to the indifference, and from then, to the hostility once again. A painful circle Violet was getting used since she was 10.

Violet was 19 at that time, but the lack of a good diet, plus the fact that she was in a permanent estate of anxiety made her look younger; she wasn’t able to finish high school at a proper time and she attended a special education center. She wanted to go to college, not because she felt like it was necessary but to stay far away from her mother.

She crawled onto her bed, protecting herself from the cold with her only blanket. In the death of the night she cried in silence, as every other night she received an aggression for the person who was supposed to love and protect her, as every time she remembered the sort of mocking she heard from other students because of her old clothing, of her poverty, of her mother’s job as a waitress, as she was in this world just to become the punching sack of whoever felt miserable with their own life.

Violet cleaned her tears automatically with the handkerchief, and she remembered. That small piece of clothing came from Arthur Fleck’s hands, giving it to her as he said something (she couldn’t remember, maybe he asked her if she was fine or he said something more), and then he smiled at her… She pressed the handkerchief against her now dry nose, breathing in as hard as she could despite the now weakened pain, trying to reach the smell of that man from it, closing her eyes to keep the memory of Arthur’s face for more time, a tender smile twitching her lips as she kissed the fabric.

“Mister Fleck… Mister Fleck…” she whispered at the handkerchief, feeling as an electric blast traveling down her spine. Arthur fleck just noticed her that night, thought she was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of short pants and despite her face was covered in ugly sobbing and blood. The man she only knew from afar as she followed him from the barely open door every morning and every night finally casted his eyes upon her, and to get things better… he gave her his handkerchief! She felt so happy suddenly she thought her body could float and give a round through the room.

“This is from Arthur Fleck” she thought, the sleep finally coming to rescue her from the body pain and cold. “He offered this to me… the dearest Mister Fleck… I should return it, I don’t want mama finding this… she would be so angry…”

She used to daydream that, one day, she would run onto Arthur and gave an apologizing smirk and start a nice conversation, they were neighbors after all, they could have a few things to talk about… Well, fairy tales aren’t the same in real life, but at least Arthur Fleck now knew she was real, and that was the perfect step to begin with whatever her feverish mind would take. It was the mind and soul of a person living her first love, and she wasn’t ready to give up.

#joker 2019 #joker fanfiction #joker x reader #joker x OC #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x OC #fanfiction

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crushedbyhyperbole · 4 years

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The Space Between

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Summary: On mission with The Howling Commandos, your team hunkered down in a city near the Swiss border, in French Resistance safe houses. With days before the team could move on, Bucky was feeling the strain. The thing between you didn’t have a name but it had heart and soul.

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Written for @cake-writes 1940′s challenge, filling the prompt “Loose Lips Sink Ships”. Congrats on the milestone, and thanks for hosting such a wonderful challenge <3 This is a Bucky x Reader using a reader character I’ve used before for, so if you like this then feel free to check it out (link at the bottom). I’m not massively knowledgeable about ww2 (about anything really) but I hope I haven't made any egregious errors. Hope you enjoy x

Warnings: Wartime theme, low morale and thoughts of dark times but still fluffy and soft. Hints of sex - non graphic and barely there at all really but I’m still gonna recommend 18+.

Chambery, Savoy, the summer of 1943. The heat and the humidity were stifling, especially cooped up in a cramped attic room with nine other men. Thermals rising through the apartment building settled up there with them, and with no windows to vent with, the whole space was like a sauna.

Bucky mopped his brow with his handkerchief, limp and almost sodden. The smell of stale sweat filled his nose and he was sure he smelled no better to the rest of them, but it was a damn sight better than being in the trenches on the front lines with all the shit and death and desperation. Settling himself back against one of the rafters, he waited for sunset, when it would be safer venture outside.

Three days. That’s all they had left before they pushed on towards the Swiss border. Three days before their window of opportunity opened and they could start their mission to hunt renowned HYDRA scientist, Arnim Zola. It would take them months travelling the Southern parts of Switzerland and into Austria before they’d find their man. Even on a map, the Alps were daunting, cold and treacherous, and long, like the spine of Europe.

He wouldn’t mind the cold, Bucky thought, anything was better than melting up there. But he knew that the grass wasn’t always greener on the other side of the fence and even though he was eager to get their mission done, a sense of apprehension had settled over him like a shadow. He needed some air.

“Where you off to?” Steve looked up from his map – he’d been studying the route for days now, memorising each part of the terrain, making contingency plans, covering all the variables.

“Cabin fever.” He knew he didn’t have to explain further, they were all feeling the strain. But where the rest of the men might venture out a pay for company for an hour or two, Bucky had one person in mind: his nightingale, you.

“Remember,” Steve warned, “loose lips sink ships.” There was a glint in his eye when he looked at Bucky, like he knew Bucky wasn’t visiting the local madame for a tumble in the sheets, but had to say it because of the men.

“Loose lips sink something else.” One of the men said and laughter broke out amongst the Howlies. It was subdued and stifled, but it was laughter all the same and Bucky didn’t begrudge his brothers something that lifted their spirits even if it was lewd; they didn’t know he’d been visiting you.

With a forced smirk, he stepped down the ladders and let a wave of cooler air quench the heat of his sweat-slicked skin. He wished he could have a quick wash before he went to see you, it was a pipe dream to wish that he didn’t smell like week-old socks.

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The fat orange sun dipped below the rooftops, creating new shadows to sap away the heat of the day. The marigold glow of sunset always seemed to ease you, no matter how bad the day had been, that warmth without heat which trickled relaxation down the spine like treacle, ebbing away tension and bringing peace. But now it was gone, leaving behind a chill that only worsened with time. Dread seeped under your skin and those forgotten worries of the Austria mission came back to haunt you.

The thing about Italian-occupied France was that it wasn’t much different to German-occupied France. Soldiers, oppression, abuse, fear, and squirreling away all your vulnerabilities lest they lead to something more dire. War did that to people, it did that to these people, but where there was a spark of defiance there was hope and that’s where you and the 107th existed – in the seams between fear and oppression where defiance dared to grow.

Living in the local brothel for the last few weeks had been interesting. You had feared that the madame would expect you to do as the other ladies did in exchange for your board and protection, but that was not the case. As a nurse, your skills were valued and you looked after the girls like they were your own family. Their chatter as you tended cuts and bruises left behind by abusive patrons turned out to be more valuable than you or your Captain could have thought; pieces of information from liquor lubricated mouths and lust addled sensibilities would aid the squad’s passage from this region and into Switzerland. Your Captain and Sergeants were keen to learn all they could to pass back to command, so they checked in as regularly as we possible.

It had been a couple of days since you had seen Sergeant Barnes. He and the men were hiding out in the attic of a house across the street, assisted by members of La Resistance, they only ventured out at night where the cover of darkness was a shield against the eyes of the Italian soldiers occupying the city. You were well overdue a visit, and your heart ached because of it.

The bell tinkled down the hall and your heart leapt giddily. That sound, then the energetic flutter in your chest – your response was almost Pavlovian. You waited for your summons, picking at your fingernails with nerves and excitement. The moment you laid eyes on him again would make all the longing worth it.

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The room was dim and a little on the dank side, smells of tobacco smoke, spilled liquor, and sex hung in the air. It was the kind of place that would horrify him to meet you in, had circumstances not stripped away all sense of propriety. He hated that you were here with these women, hated that you were apart, and he hated that the only time he got with you was a few stollen moments in a filthy room he had to pay for like he was just here to make whoopee.

The second the door opened he forgot all of that, forgot everything but you.

You filled his arms and his heart, transforming him from sullen and dejected to content and doting. He held you tight, melding your body to his as if you were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together so neatly there was no doubt the fit was right.

“How have you been?” He asked, stroking your hair gently.

“Missing you, you big dope.” You slapped his shoulder lightly, chuckling when he held you tighter. "How are the men holding up?”

You didn’t need to ask how he was holding up, you could see it cross his face like a shadow; a ghost of torment endured. Bucky didn’t much talk about what was done to him when he was captured, not to the men and not to you, who had his ear and his heart. Maybe it was better this way, that he used that pain to drive himself onward, but it hurt you to see him close himself off like that.

“Just about as well as can be expected.” He tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear, avoiding your concerned gaze. “Sitting up there idle isn’t helping morale.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, leaning into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Down here isn’t much better.”

“Being here with you, I-” he cupped your face, running his thumb across your cheek, “I can almost forget what we’re here for.”

“Then let’s forget,” you smiled softly as you lead him to the bed, “at least for a little while.”

You knew he needed you. It’s not what he came to see you for but it’s what you both need. His lips quivered when you claimed them gently, the thrill of you taking the initiative made him relax; he didn’t have to take charge, be assertive, or even in control. With you he could let it all fall away, so he does.

Lay on the lumpy bed in a smelly room in a brothel in Italian occupied France didn’t seem so dire or so sordid because it was you kissing him and guiding him. Everything about you was perfect to him, even the way your brow creased deeply when you succumbed to your pleasure, and the way you rolled your eyes at him when he told you how beautiful you were. You were everything he’d ever wanted.

The remaining time you have was spent cuddling and talking. You relayed all of the information you’d learned from the girls in the brothel and hoped that he and Steve could make some use of it. And when Bucky started to doze with you in his embrace, you hummed a tune to soothe him.

Voice of an angel. That’s what they said about you. And Bucky too, he called you his nightingale, his Flo, after Florence Nightingale. Dark days in the trenches spent healing bodies and souls with your skills and songs, and you’d rather not think about those men you’d lost – there would be a time to remember them all but wasn’t that time.

You snuggled closer to Bucky, tucking his head into the crook of your neck as you trailed your fingers through his hair and hummed your tune. Later, in the attic with the other men, he’d find no peace, so you let him have this moment to rest. You’d wake him before the time on the room ran out and let him wash up before sending him on his way. Until then, you let the smooth sound of your voice cleanse you both and savoured the feel of him against you. Who knew if there would be many moments like this ahead, if any at all. It was all so uncertain. But what you did know was that right there, in that space where you abide, where defiance burgeoned… there was hope.

Feel free to check out INTO DARKNESS. It’s a 1940 war time one shot set in the trenches in France with Bucky and Nightingale. There’s death and angst in that one so be aware of that going in.

#cake's 1940s challenge #1940s bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #ww2 bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fan fiction #captain america #canon compliant #wartime themes #soft bucky #cloudy's writing

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What is the wallpaper on your computer screen? Why did you choose it? It’s one of the default Mac wallpapers, but I picked the shot with a pinkish hue, because pink. The default ones are already pretty enough, so I don’t feel the need to scour the web for the perfect wallpaper image. Is there a pattern on the pants you’re currently wearing? Which one? I’m currently wearing a romper. It’s just plain sky blue. Do you like going to baby showers? Do you go only for the cake? As an Asian, I can tell you baby showers are hugely a first-world thing. I think the more hip, Western-influenced, and upper-middle millennials and Gen Z Asian crowd can have the means to do them, but it’s like 90% not a thing here. In a region where there’s poverty in front of you, only the rich can pull them off; and for most of us, the biggest concern is that the baby remains healthy. Who is the person you text the most in your life? What relation are you? Gabie, probs. Girlfriend. Angela, my best friend, comes a close second. Mexican food, Chinese food, Italian food, French food or American food? Chinese > Mexican > Italian > American > French. I think I only like French cuisine for their pastries and escargot, but that’s about it.

Has there ever been a time in your life, you felt sexually undecided? Yeah. I still get confused about it from time to time, so eventually I just slapped the term demisexual on me and by far it’s been the most fitting for me. Does your mother annoy you when the holidays come along in the year? No? If anything I get worried a lot more because she comes home a lot late, and it always turns out to be because she spends the entire evening gift-shopping for family, friends, and co-workers hahahaha. What is the color scheme of your absolute favorite fast-food restaurant? I don’t really have a favorite fast food place anymore... if it counts, maybe Yellow Cab? They have a yellow and black color scheme, like the literal yellow cabs of New York. Do you think tattoos and piercings are sexy on the opposite sex? I don’t mind them; I don’t think of them in terms of being ~sexy lmao. Do people ever ask you to do things they’re too short to accomplish? Nah I’m usually the short one who needs people to reach stuff for me. Do your siblings bring people around that your parents don’t approve of? Mmm nope, not really. My mom loves my sister’s boyfriend, and as far as I know my brother doesn’t bring anybody home. Is there carpet or hardwood floor in your bedroom? Hardwood. I don’t know if there’s any Filipino home that has carpet floors. Do you check the texture of things first or the smell of them? As much as I hate this habit of mine, I tend to want to know the smell of everything. I only check the texture if I think it’s going to be satisfying, like if it’s anything like slime or sand. Have you ever broken the arm or head off of a trophy? How did you do this? Nope. I don’t think I’ve already even held a trophy before. Do you believe in superstitious things such as breaking a mirror? I only follow one superstition that has something to do with my school, but that’s it. I don’t obsess over it and I know it’s fake, but ‘following’ what the superstition says hasn’t gotten me in trouble in my last four years in university, so I just continue following it HAHA. Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? I do hate it but fortunately a lot of people are now more sensitive when it comes to mental health and mental health issues. I don’t hear this word thrown as much as it was in like 2011 anymore. Ever have an ultra-sound performed on you? What was it for? Nah, no reason to. I’ve only had X-rays of my spine taken. Do you like those ‘end of the world,’ ‘Armageddon’ movies? Never did. I was never into the whole apocalypse/disaster/wartime genres. What color are the headphones you have at this moment in time? I don’t have headphones. And I also don’t have earphones anymore :( I want a new pair soooo baaaaadddd. Ever been choked severely on something during lunch at your school? I’ve never choked on solids, but I’ve choked on water several times, when the droplets get stuck in your throat and your lungs get all confused and you’re left gasping for air but you just choke some more because the water in your throat blocks any air from coming in, so you end up coughing to near death. The last time this happened was during a lunch break in my INTERNSHIP, and it was so embarrassing because I couldn’t tell them what was happening, I was just coughing frantically and slowly turning red lol.

Do you remember who you sat next to in Kindergarten? Who was it? Yeah, the girl in front of me in the class list was I think Kaira, and the one after me was Kaye. I was friends with Kaira throughout high school and we still are today, but back in kinder she used to be my bully. But during recess, I usually sat beside a girl named Raegan, who was one of my good friends for a while. Has anyone ever compared you to an animal? Which one(s)? I don’t think so. Has anyone, including yourself, forgot it was your own birthday? On my 18th birthday my high school friend group completely forgot. It makes me feel like shit every time it’s brought up, so we’re not bringing it up tonight. Chocolate or strawberry birthday cake? Choose one. Chocolate! Do you eat more vegetables or fruits? What’s your favorite fruit/veggie? I loooooove me some vegetables – I’d try all of them in a heartbeat. My favorite is broccoli. And I hate most fruits, but I’ll give an exception to avocado. Do you abbreviate things way too often? Do you get called out on it? Not really, I just use the usual shortcuts – lol, lmao, rn, tbh, idk. My mom would get confused sometimes and ask me for the meaning of some abbreviations I use, but she doesn’t ‘call me out’ on it. Ever been in one of those church Christmas plays before? Why/why not? Hahahaha no, because I never wanted to join and it’s one of those things I’d never allow myself to be in no matter how much my mom forced me. What is the funniest conjunction you use throughout your day? ...Are conjunctions supposed to be funny? Have you ever thrown a roll of toilet paper at someone before? Nope. Does the dentist calm you or does it tend to stress you out? I like the dentist. I’ve never had big issues with my teeth (save for my worst ever toothache last year), so the idea of having my teeth cleaned and treated is actually pretty calming to me. The one time it ever stressed me out was when my dentist had to extract a dead tooth and he had to put three injections on the roof of my mouth. It was the first time I’ve ever caught myself literally shaking in fear, huhuhuhu. If you had to choose, which is the worst movie you’ve ever seen? Jack and Jill, for movies that are objectively bad. But in general, Knives Out was a big fucking waste of my time and money. Have you ever found yourself talking to an inanimate object? When I say sorry for bumping into them D: Do you like movies that are originally based on children’s books? Not all of them. Some were hits for me like Charlotte’s Web and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and some I didn’t really care for, like Coraline. Is your hair more thick or thin? Is it more curly or straight? THICK. So thick I could never pull off a bob, even though I’ve had the desire to adopt it as my look for a while now. It’s straight but it’ll sometimes be wavy. Something on the human body that grosses you out the most: Raised moles. Do you like meeting new people? What’s your most common greeting? Uhhhh I’m okay with meeting new people but it still depends on their crowd or the air that they carry around them. If I have a meh feeling about them or if their body language initially rubs me off the wrong way, I’d be hesitant. With my situation now, I usually say hi, tell them my name, we exchange our courses, then we talk about school stuff to break the ice. Ever think of what it would be like to be a mermaid or merman? Not really. Ariel has since showed me that it wouldn’t mean much, so I never actively wanted to be a mermaid. If you had to choose, which celebrity would you date out of all of them? Kristen Stewart or Hayley Williams. Do people feel sorry for you for no reason? Have they ever? I don’t think so. Idk, idk how people feel about me. What is something that bothers you about most surveys in general? I never liked surveys that go too deep, like those that ask me what I think of socialism or abortion, hhhhhhhh. I answer surveys so I can talk about my dog, say what I learned in school, or discuss who I had lunch with, and not to get all political. Simple yes/no questions can also be annoying so most times I elaborate. Who would you take with you on a stranded/deserted island? Maybe Gab? She’s super smart and resourceful and makes everything work haha. Do you have your own personal boom box in your bedroom? No. I was too young to want to have one. Would you survive if zombies were to take over the world? Why or why not? Probably not. I can’t even cross the street without holding on for dear life to my friends’ arms lmaoooooo. What would you say is the worst part of high school period? Adjusting. I took a while to, and when I hadn’t yet, it was the worst. I was left out of everything, had no opportunity to figure out who I was or what I needed at the time, and nothing and no one approached me unless I did so myself. What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? I don’t like apples. Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? I never wanted to be a doctor as a kid, but now I do see the point in going to med school. I’ve always liked and been good at memorizing names and terms, and biology is my favorite subject along with history, so a part of me thinks what could have happened if I pursued some specialization of med. As for hospital shows, I’ve never seen one. What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality? I’m not sure what they mean? Don’t they all do that? Reality TV personalities always seem like much exaggerated versions of themselves. Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now? I wear it too much but my Onitsuka Tiger sneakers are a k e e p e r. So comfy and such a classy-looking pair. Do you live anywhere near a mall? If you live in the Philippines, there is an 80–90% chance you live near a mall. In my case, I just live quite far from the main entrance of our gated village so it’s a bit of a drive; but the village itself is like two minutes away from one mall, four minutes away from two others, and five minutes away from still another one. Malling is pretty much the national pastime, so we’re loaded with them. Do you like drawing smiley faces or do you think they’re overrated? They’re pretty harmless, I don’t see why they should be deemed as overrated lol. If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? Gabie. Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? I’ve never formally baby-sat someone, actually; at best I was put in charge of my younger siblings and cousins and looked out for them and took up the position of the responsible older sister whenever our parents weren’t watching. But to me it was already kinda like babysitting based on what I’ve seen in American TV hahahaha, and I always liked that sort of task. Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? If the a-ha moment meant I was stupid in the past, then yes it would annoy me. Like for example if I’m driving somewhere and already far from home, then had an a-ha moment that I forgot something important back at the house, then I’d be pretty pissed with myself. But if the a-ha moment was something like a realization, I’d be relieved to have it. Do you hardly ever remember where you put things at? YES I HATE that about myself. I’ve lost earphones, my Hydro Flask, my yellow pad paper, readings, jackets, hair ties, socks, and school IDs because of it. What’s your favorite lunch meat, if you even like any in the first place? I don’t eat lunch meat. When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when? I have no clue :( Cupcakes are one of my favorite desserts though, but they’re just so hard to find or get. Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? The last time I bought socks was like 2015, back when they were a trend here for some reason. It has a bacon and eggs design, and I actually just wore them the other day haha. Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? I’d look up at the sky, but not on grass. I find it itchy. When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends? Depends on what and how much I did during the day and how tired I am. Like just earlier (Friday evening) I was passed out by 9:30 because I stayed up til 2 AM working on a Powerpoint and had to wake up at 6 in the morning to continue working. But other nights I could stay up till midnight. Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? I haven’t met anyone afraid of knives and injections and any sharp stuff like me, no. Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? We don’t do movie nights ever, which I recently and finally realized when we did sit down and watch Titanic together a couple of weeks ago lmaaaaaaaaao. It was honestly really fun doing it and I remember remarking that we in fact never did movie nights in the last four years. Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pen. It’s just more convenient for me. Pencils get blunt as you use them, and I’m too impatient for that. Do you like candy bars? Are you trying to slack off of them? I honestly have nothing against them, but given that I have several many relatives who work overseas and have brought home candy bars as pasalubong (gifts) in the last 22 years of my existence... you can imagine how tired I can get of them. What is your favorite number? Is it significant with your life? 4. Not really. It just reminds me of Beyoncé and happier days haha. Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at nighttime? Yup. That’s why I never walk outside at night except when I’m at a mall or in school. I just drive everywhere. Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No. Whenever I struggled in school it was always just due to either 1 or 2 subjects, so there was no reason to ring up our adviser as it was never that worrisome in my case. I was never failing all my classes at the same time, basically. In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? Maybe another survey or watching BoJack Horseman? Idk. It’s 3:44 AM and I’m pretty awake so I dunno if I’d still want to sleep. Do you like showers or baths better? Why did you choose your choice? Showerrrr. It’s quicker, plus it’s what I do more often. Are you a controversial person? Do your views oppose others? This was me as a teenager because I thought it would be cool to be edgy and have a different opinion than everyone else BLECK please delete that person lmfao. But now, hmmm the way I’d explain it is that in the case of e.g. being pro-choice, LGBT, critical of the Catholic Church, basically the more liberal ideas, I seem to be in the majority opinion about relevant issues on the Internet/social media.

But I live in the Philippines, where society is still mostly traditional, conservative, modest, and disapproving of a lot of the progressive stuff happening in the rest of the world – hell, divorce isn’t even legal here. That said, a lot of my views which would otherwise line up with those on social media or those in like US or Canada or Europe would get me a lot of hate and criticism in the Philippines, especially among the older generation. Have you ever thrown a surprise party for someone? Who for? Yeah we threw one for Dave a few years back. My friends also threw an advanced surprise party for Raf on my actual birthday, and I was too hurt about it so I didn’t attend. What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard? We did this in class once for fun when we weren’t really discussing anything, and if I remember anything I hit somewhere between 70-80 words. What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this? Chemistry, calculus, and trigonometry. So fucking useless. Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I tap my nails onto desks. I only bite them when I’m anxious. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? I wanted to learn the drums but never explicitly wanted to be in a band. Who is your role model or hero in life if you have one? No role models for me. Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? No. We’re close, but we’re also busy, so the only time we get to catch up is when we get to have family lunches/reunions. Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? Not at all. All of my friends’ parents have been lovely. Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? Nope. When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? I dunno actually. I don’t really have to pick up a book to read for a class right now. Do you like fiction or non-fiction books more? What’s your favorite? Non-fiction. I don’t have a favorite but I will sit down and read any biography you offer me. Do you constantly have to be told to shut up? By who? No, and that would hurt, I think. I have friends who I lowkey think are too talkative for my social battery, but I’d never tell them to shut up. Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it? Nah. I don’t even know how to swing(?) the cue. Do you treat others as you’d like to be treated? Have you always? Yeah, I always try to. I always assume or imagine they’re going through something, so I always try to be a little kinder. Were you a really mean kid or a sweet and quiet kid? I was quiet, neither mean nor sweet. I didn’t make trouble at all but I wasn’t exactly the most darling of kids either haha. I was just too shy to move or talk. Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? I’d get in one if I have to, but I don’t thrive on them. How do you make sure people know you don’t like them at all? I don’t have to make a big spectacle about it if I don’t like someone for whatever reason. I can still be polite and civil if I have to interact with them. < Pretty much. The one way someone would know (if they even notice at all) is that if I would do anything and everything to avoid having to talk to them. Would you say you’re someone who likes to cuss a lot? I say shit and fuck pretty often. Do you keep secrets from your parents that you don’t keep from your friends? My entire relationship is a glaring answer to this. What is your father’s best friend’s name? Do you know them personally? I don’t know if my dad has one. He has close friends, but not sure about a best friend. If you had to, where would you get a tattoo at? Why? Inner wrist, but I know that would hurt so I might just settle with having no tattoos ever haha. I picked it becauuuuse, idk, it just seems pretty intimate to me. How much was the cell phone you have at this moment in time? It was the newest model when I got it so it cost like P45,000 or a little less than $1000. Would you say you hang out with people the majority of your life? Yes. For the last 18 years my life has revolved around going to school, so I’m allllllways around people. What would you do if you woke up randomly with purple hair? I’d be pissed and try to hunt down whoever dyed my hair in my sleep, but then afterwards I’d assess if it suits me or not HAHAHA. It’s dyed anyway, so I might as well make sure I look good with it. Do you ever look in the mirror and name all of your flaws for no reason? Yeah, especially the ones on my face. Doesn’t get to happen a lot but I’d do it occasionally. Are you getting sick of the reality show Survivor? Why? I never watched it, but I’m surprised it’s still on. < This. Do you usually explain to people why you do the things you do? It depends what I do but generally, I’m not weird or crazy or daring enough for me to have to explain myself to people all the time. In contrast, I have an org-mate who’s a little on the...experimental side, and we have caught him trying to drink glue or stabbing himself with a pen. He always says he just wants to know how it smells/tastes/feels like, depending on the situation. We’re all lowkey concerned about him though lol. Ever submit a video to America’s Funniest Home Videos? We didn’t, because I don’t live in America. The most painful medical procedure you’ve ever had? Anything that had me getting pricked, so like platelet count tests and the one time I needed to get IV placed on my wrist. I’m WINCING just thinking about them. Are you someone who likes to eat Poptarts? What’s your favorite flavor? Love Poptarts, my favorite is the chocolate one. We don’t get a lot of flavors here, hence the basic choice. Ever have a dream you’re being abducted by aliens? Was it scary? Never. Do you like people who are loud or people who are quiet? I like quiet people who can get chatty and loud when necessary. Does personality weigh out the sense of ‘good looks?’ In terms of who I find attractive? Not really, looks still matter to me. When is the next time you’ll see someone who is pregnant? I only know one person who is and I only see that girl like once a decade lmao so I have no clue if I’ll see anyone else who’s pregnant. Do you hate it when people copy the things you do? No, unless it’s the exact same thing I’ve been doing. Where is your favorite piece of electronic equipment? It is on the drawer next to my bed. Where is the person who ‘owns your heart’ at this moment in time? She’s in her dorm, all passed out considering it’s 4:40 AM lol. Has anyone ever told you that you’re good at cooking? Hell no. I’d tell them they’re completely mistaking me for a different person, because I don’t enter the kitchen at allllllll. Would you say you’re a fast texter, or are you pretty slow? I’m fast. What is your favorite flavor of Doritos? What do you drink with them? Nacho Cheese is fine with me. Do you have any enemies who you think are dangerous? I don’t have any enemies. < Yep. Do you ever try to squeeze information out of people? Sure. It comes with being a journ student lmao. Does it freak you out when the police drive by your house? I live in a private village so this never happens. I do get paranoid when I’m driving and there’s a police car coming from behind me, though. Are you someone who tends to take a whole lot of naps? Not really. I always have a lot of work to do so I can’t nap even though I would want to. What is your favorite nickname you like to be called? Why do you like it? I’m fine with Robyn. I’ve gone by it since I was four. Do you already have your outfit for tomorrow planned out? Eh not really. I usually don’t think of my Sunday outfits until I’m actually already in front of the closet anyway. I never feel like making an effort for church. What is the color of your favorite pair of pants? What brand are they? Blue. No clue, but they’re mom jeans. Has your favorite song ever been featured on a commercial? Nah. I’ve never heard Paramore on a commercial. Do you ever promise pc4pc on Myspace then never return the favor? I never did Myspace. I’m vaguely familiar with the slang, though. What is one song right now that really gets on your nerves? That new Demi Lovato ballad. Bless her for allowing herself to be vulnerable on that track, but for the most part I cannotttttt stand her voice. What would you say was the best year of your life? Why? 2014, a lot of things seemed to fall into my lap back then, and I was simply happy and satisfied. Do those annoying infomercials ever draw you in to buy things? I have never been convinced to buy anything they sell but I WILL spend hours watching the commercials just because of how entertaining they are. Have you ever been pulled over by the cops for speeding? No. Speeding isn’t an issue here tbh. If it was nearly everybody would be pulled over, I think. Common reasons for being pulled over are like making illegal u-turns, overtaking on a solid double line, or being caught driving when your car is under coding for that day. Is anyone in your family a firefighter? Who is it anyway? Nope.

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bitletsanddrabbles · 7 years

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Rec Your Own Fics

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

I was tagged by @alchemine, more or less. Gonna try and do one from each of my fandoms (at least on Ao3). I figure that should give a nice overview.

Ghost Hunter (Animal Crossing, Human Character-centric, rated T)

“That does it!” the irate koala announced to the dark and the trees and the fireflies that he was sure were hiding from him. “I’ve had enough of this! I’m going to bed and bugger Peewee and his little niece!” Strangely, that announcement made him feel better. Shoulders squared, spine straight, he spun purposefully on his heel –

- And found himself staring at a small glowing ball of light which certainly wasn’t a firefly. Actually, it looked like a little ball of blue flame, just hovering in mid-air. Despite the fact it was glowing, the light didn’t seem to reach very far. Instead a sense of coldness seeped off of it, dropping the surrounding air at least ten degrees in temperature.

Something about the cold little fire made Gonzo’s hair stand on end. He took a step backwards. It followed him, at which point, Gonzo Koala did what any sensible animal would have done.

He turned and ran screaming into the night.

My friend and former roommate introduced me to AC back in the day and we had a grand ol’ set of cross over stories between our towns. This one was done for a Halloween challenge. I really enjoyed fleshing out the game sequences, turning the villagers into three dimensional characters, and creating an actual plot.

Displacement (Phantom of the Opera, Raoul/Christine, Erik/Raoul, rated E)

“You, Monsieur, are out of line.” Clenching his hands down on the arm rests, Raoul fought the urge to turn and strike out at the presence he could feel bending next to him, because he knew there would be nothing there. The whisper in his ear, so close that he could imagine the brush of lips against his skin, was a trick, and while he didn’t understand it, he knew that if he forgot that, his unseen adversary would win.

“You, Monsieur,” the voice mimicked, dropping to a throaty purr, “are a fool. You think polite society doesn’t see the way you look at her sons in the galleries and on the stair wells. You think she believes you when you curtsy and make eyes at the women.” The voice switched sides, a low murmur that made the temperature in the box seem to rise. “Polite society turns a blind eye because you are one of her own, she encourages you in your delusions, but she sees, Monsieur. Oh yes, she sees. She knows.”

Blue eyes slid closed against the darkness. He’d wait it out. The mocking charlatan would get tired, eventually, and leave him in peace. After all, even demons had limited attention spans.

I’m not really a huge Erik/Raoul fan, but I took up the pairing as part of a challenge. This one might be more of an M rating, but I tend to be cautious with such things. At any rate, it’s all psychological. It centers entirely around Erik’s skills as a ventriloquist and the way the human body responds to things like sound rather than touch.

Live Dangerously (FFVII, Reno & Reeve, rated T)

“Come look over here.” Reno raised his voice to call across the elevator, despite the closeness. “Sector six still looks nice and dressed up, what with its pretty lights and all. That should make you feel better, huh?”

“Is that how you live with yourself? Just look away, find something that’s still whole?” In his ear, the transmitter connecting him to Cait Sith brought him the whistle calls and bells of the Golden Saucer, a hint of all of its decadence and vice, a slum dipped in gilt. It seemed no matter where he looked tonight, he was going to see decay.

“Hades in a dress! You’re depressing, you know that?” In the glass, Reno turned to look across the elevator, his bangs and goggles providing enough shadow to blank out his entire face except for the tilt-tip of his nose. “Man, here I am, fought my way up the food chain to the point I can finally afford to be a moping ass, and you’re the one moaning about the state of the world!” His voice dropped to a contemptuous snarl. “You’ve never even lived in it.”

Clashing world views are always fun to write. Here we have the philosophical humanitarian and the scrappy survivalist. It makes for an interesting power dynamic.

Tea and Rosewood (Harry Potter, Dumbledore & Slughorn, rated G)

With a small grunt of surprise, Horace looked up – and nearly spilt his tea. The man standing next to him was tall and thin, bespectacled as the boy now threatening to break Randy’s nose with another blow of the book, and had a face that was – recently – plastered over every newspaper in the country. He was also one of the last people Horace Slughorn ever expected to see in the Rosewood Wand. “Albus Dumbledore?”

“Good morning, Mr. Slughorn.” The other Wizard smiled pleasantly, looking for all the world like a congenial Transfiguration teacher (which he was) and not a thing like one of the greatest adversaries of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald (which he also was). “I’m sorry to have startled you. I suppose I am rather unworthy of notice when compared to some of the other patrons.” Blue eyes flicked to where a struggling Randy was being shown the door – just as Terson and Petrick showed themselves in, already well on the way toward their next break up from the sounds of it.

“Oh, I,” Horace blinked, then hastened to sweep away the unread newspaper and clear some room for the other man to have a seat. He hadn’t seen Albus Dumbledore since the other man had graduated from Hogwarts two years ahead of himself. As surprising as the sudden reunion was, damned if he was going to miss the opportunity to speak with one of the most brilliant minds of the age! “Think nothing of it, nothing at all! Here, do have a seat.” He laughed off his surprise and gestured for the other man to pull up a chair. No sooner had Dumbledore seated himself than he asked – he had to ask, really – “So, what brings you to the Rosewood Wand?”

Dumbledore looked at him mildly over the top of his glasses. “Oh, nothing much. I just thought I’d stop in for a cup of tea and to see if I could find some interesting conversation.”

“I see.” Horace blinked again. Actually, he didn’t see – either the other man was truly oblivious or he’d just dodged the question neatly and it was impossible to tell which. Clearing his throat and lowering his voice, he tried again, more directly this time. “You are aware, aren’t you, that this particular establishment caters to – well, not to put too fine a point on it – queer men?”

Albus continued to look at him, his eyes sparkling merrily and his lips twitching ever so slightly at the corners. “Oh good. I’d hate to think I’d gotten the wrong tea house.”

“Well!” The day seemed to be full of shocks. At this rate, Terson and Petrick would still be on speaking terms by the time they left. “Well, I never.”

Simple conversation between two characters. Exploring the pre-canon relationship and hypothesizing on how Slughorn came to teach.

I Don’t Remember Names (Downton Abbey, Matthew-centric, rated G)

At first he couldn't see the source of the scream. He was looking around, trying to determine what the danger was and which direction it might be coming from when a girl, roughly his age, came barreling around a tall, well manicured hedge row. She was obviously running quite hard, her skirts hiked up as far as decency would allow, but the turn caused her to slow. She caught sight of him and, with a quick backward glance, she hurried forward again. "Help me!" she pleaded, "Oh, please help!"

"What's wrong, miss?" Matthew asked, automatically stepping forward. He might be the middle class son of a doctor, but his parents had taken great care to teach him good manners, and while he wasn't a hero, he couldn't ignore a member of the gentler sex in danger.

"He's got a snake, he has!" she explained hastily, hurrying to put Matthew between herself and her as yet unseen assailant.

"A snake?" Matthew asked, confused, turning to look over his shoulder at her. Somehow from her screaming he'd expected something a bit more dire.

"Yes, a -" she started, looking back the way she'd come. She stopped mid sentence and emitted another shriek, this one unfortunately close to Matthew's ear. He winced.

Not my most popular Downton piece by a long shot (and in many ways a shameless ploy to get to write about snakes), but I like it. It’s fun to realize that two characters meeting when they’re young and then just not recognizing each other when you hit actual canon is actually perfectly plausible.

And that’s a wrap. I would tag five people, but I don’t know that many writers, so if you see this and want to do it...tag! You’re it.

#fanfiction #recommendation #animal crossing #the phantom of the opera #ffvii #final fantasy vii #harry potter #downton abbey #gonzo koala #erik #raoul de chagny #reno #reeve #albus dumbledore #horace slughorn #matthew crawley #thomas barrow

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the-elf-mahat · 7 years

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Solstice

It was the longest night of the year, and Mahat was alone. She was climbing in the rocky hills outside Stormwind, springing from rock to rock as swift and sure as if it were bright daylight. Her single eye glowed dim silver, one star fallen from the many scattered across the sky. The Kaldorei were the children of the stars, after all. Her muscles were starting to ache with the long exertion, but it was a sweet burn, preventing the chill of the winter night from settling into her bones.

She had always been fond of tradition, of ritual. Maybe it was because she felt so untethered herself, so—apart, unclaimed by any culture or people. So she made her own little gestures at custom, her own prayers and sacred places. Humming along with the Cathedral bells as they tolled the hour meant that she was a part of the city and it was a part of her, drinking stout meant she was happy or remembering happiness, and that one dusty attic tucked away in Old Town meant that what happened there was secret, was safe. Meaning was such a fragile thing, but Mahat clung to her symbols and systems as if they were iron and she was the one that might shatter. Tonight, however, the ritual she was keeping wasn't her own.

“Y'fuckin' crazy, love.” The elf was curled up in a thick blanket, perched on the bank of a still mountain lake, watching ruefully as the human man next to her shed his gear.

“Aye, and you knew that when you married me, love, so what does that make you?” The man teased, his voice hoarse and gravelly from decades of bellowing orders, with just a hint of a northern burr in his accent.

The elf snorted, rolling over onto her back to gaze up at the stars. “'S diff'rent. Ev'ryun a'ready knows I's crazy, but th' troops 'spect th' Gen'ral leadin' 'em t' be at least 'alfway sane.”

A dark silhouette loomed between her and the sky, his teeth flashing white as he grinned down at her. “Was I supposed to invite the troops along? Damn, knew I forgot something.”

He was tall--for a human, but her being short for an elf meant he even had a few inches on her. To other humans he was a damn giant, near seven feet, broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, burly and swaggering and scarred. Black hair shot with silver at the temples, loose now but usually worn gathered into twin tails. Clear grey eyes that could burn like frostbite, framed by the wrinkles earned from years of pain and laughter. Sometimes Mahat lost her breath looking at him, he was so damn beautiful.

She threw one of his discarded shoes up at him. He easily dodged, with a resonant chuckle of amusement, as Mahat grumbled, “Get it ov'r wi', y'great nekkid oaf, so's we kin go home an' get warm.”

“You didn't have to come along, love,” he reminded her, accepting her complaints with good humor. He was in fact naked, his pale skin stretched over rippling muscle and slashed by paler scars. The tingling heat that rushed through Mahat as she observed his current state did a bit to mitigate the cold.

She wiggled herself and her blanket upright again, a slight violet flush rising in her cheeks. “I's curious. Wanted t' see y'culture, an' all.”

“Don't know about culture, but feel free to observe this majestic ass as I march it down and dunk it in ball-shrivelingly cold water.” He winked at her, and she tossed him a lazy salute.

“Godspeed, Gen'ral. Y'a braver man than I.”

“Mahat, if you're a man, we have a few things to discuss when I get back.” He grinned and started for the lake.

“Thought ye mighta guessed on th' weddin' night!” she called after him, laughing, but a jaunty wave was his only response.

He made his way down the bank, arms swinging in his usual careless stride, and plunged straight into the dark water without so much as a flinch. He waded further out, the water reaching his waist, and then his chest, where he finally stopped. His head bowed, and Mahat could see his lips moving in an ancient prayer. Snatches of the words drifted to her in his rich, bass voice, but they were in the old tongue of Lordaeron, spoken by few save scholars and the nobility, even before the Scourge wiped out the kingdom. Now the language was virtually extinct. Mahat knew a few words, and he was teaching her more, but the only one she caught for certain in his intonations was “lux.” Light.

That made sense. He'd told her the ritual was about cleansing, soaking away the sins and burdens of the past year, preparing for the fresh start of the year to come. Light and water were intertwined, somehow, bathing in the lake became bathing in the Light, letting it absorb your cares and absolve your crimes. The longest night was the time to let the darkness touch you, remind you of your mistakes and cruelties—but not to let it take you. The Light would shine again. You would be better, more ready, able to hope in the morning. You would be—clean.

She watched as his prayers drew to a close, and he gathered water in his cupped hands. Tipping his head back, he let the water trickle over his brow and run in shining streams through his long, dark hair. He repeated the gesture three times. After the third time he raised his empty hands to the heavens, as if he could gather starlight in them as easily as he had water, and held them there for a time, head bowed forward once again. Silence and stillness settled in, broken only by the whisper of wind through grass, and two hearts beating. Eventually, the man lowered his hands, turned around, and started sloshing towards the shore.

“Feelin' better?” Mahat asked as he approached, picked up the linen towel they'd brought along, and began to roughly scrub his hair dry. There was a teasing edge in her tone, but mostly, she sounded curious. She was.

“I've had a refreshing bath and there's a beautiful elf maiden here waiting to tend to my needs. Not my worst day,” he replied, smirking.

“'Refreshin'?' Tha' water's pure snow-melt, y'crazy bastard. 'Ow are ye no' shiverin' t' pieces righ' now?”

He finished drying off, and carelessly dropped the towel aside. “You forget, love...” There was a wicked glint in his eyes as he stalked towards her. “You married a hulking northern barbarian. Swaddled in yeti fur and weaned on whiskey. The cold's part of us, in our blood and bones.” The last phrase was growled beside her ear as he dropped to one knee before her and took her chin in his hand.

A shiver trickled down Mahat's spine that had very little to do with the temperature. She shrugged out of her blanket wrap, running her palms up the planes of his bare chest. “Tell me more,” she murmured. Her mouth parted for an instant to lightly bite the thumb he traced over her lower lip. “Abou' y'blood an' bones...”

“They're yours, amore,” he answered, his voice growing husky with desire. That was a word she knew, the word she knew best of all those he had taught her. Love. “Every bit of them. Every inch of this scarred, sagging body. Every piece of this shattered, twisted mind. Every strand of this broken soul. Everything that I am—is yours.” His free hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, caressing the curve of her hip, traveling gently up her side.

Mahat knew he was feeling the scars there, her own raised welts of flesh, as many as his or more. “Sometimes two broken things… fit t'gether. Like they go' a purpose.” Her voice was low, and her fingers twisted into the wet tangle of hair at the nape of his neck. “Like they was always meant t' be—like mebbe they en't even broken at all.”

He laughed softly, coaxing her shirt up over her shoulders. She obligingly slithered free of the garment, and then they were pressed together under the dark sky, skin to skin. His was clammy and cold while hers was warm and dry, but it didn't seem to matter much to either of them. She nudged him back onto the grass, catching his mouth with hers and following him down.

Some time later she was curled up beside him, one arm draped across his chest, his thick, calloused fingers running through her silver hair. “You're right, you know,” he murmured, and she could feel his rumbling voice as well as she could hear it, when they were that close. “About broken things. Who's to say they can't become something more than their shards?” Mahat's single eye fluttered shut as she listened, the rhythm of their breathing settling to match each other. “Like two travelers lost in a dark wood, finding a path in each other… like two monsters, daring each other to become heroes.”

The lake was just as Mahat remembered it, a black mirror reflecting the jewel-bright brilliance of thousands of stars. The small, rounded bowl of a valley that held it was quiet, devoid of animal life in this season, frost riming the long grass. They had come here, she and John, that first year of their marriage, and then every year after—except the last. He had been too weak to travel, then. She had never gone into the lake with him. She had never felt that need, to be cleansed, like he did. She was ugly and dirty and cruel in dozens of small ways and a few larger, and she knew it. But she seldom asked for forgiveness.

The wind was rustling the grass again, stirring up memories. Mahat stripped down quickly, mumbling a litany of curses; the cold had always bothered her more than it did most others. She picked her way down the bank on trembling legs, arms folded tight across her chest to hold in heat for as long as possible. When she reached the water's edge she plunged in recklessly, like he always had. She didn't have his constitution though, and the shock of the freezing water hitting her all at once nearly made her pass out. Head spinning, she grit her teeth and pushed in deeper.

It was quiet on the water, easy to see how his prayers had made their way to her. Ripples spread out from the disturbance of her movement, dipping and rolling the reflected stars on the surface. Mahat stopped when the water was chest-high, every part of her frigid and numb, and tipped her head back to look at the sky.

She knew the gestures of the ritual and could easily ape them, but she didn't know what they meant. To him, or to anyone. They were empty motion to her, just shadows cast by a man she had loved. A man whose shadows she kept chasing. The symbol of Lordaeron pinned on a cloak, a northern burr slipping into an accent, a certain arrogant smirk or glint of steel-grey eyes—they all haunted her when she saw them in the city, these shadows cast by other people that had once belonged to him.

“Is tha' why I's here, amore?” she asked, her gaze fixed on the cold, mute stars. “T' stop chasin' shadows?” Under the water, her fists clenched. “But shadows is all I go' left...” Suddenly her eye narrowed, her voice going sharp and harsh.

“An' fuck ye anyway, John! Y'promised we'd go out t'gether, side by side, facin' down endless foes, an' ye died in bed like a fuckin' arsehole!” A savage growl tore out of her throat. “Ye was th' one tha' believed in me, th' one wha' saw all o' me an' wasn'-- wasn' afraid. Ye said I was—a good person.” Her voice caught on an edge and she took a breath. “Ye's wrong, so damn wrong. I's wha' I always said I was, wha' ye thought ye was: a monster, a broken fuckin' thing. Without ye I don't -fit-, I bite an' I break an' I hurt an' there's no peace, no un's safe, nothin's sacred.”

Her head bowed forward, shoulders trembling violently. “'Ow cou' ye leave like tha'? Ye's s'posed t' keep 'em safe from me. Y'made me think there was a way fer us t' be t'gether, a way t' no' hurt anyun again, a way t' become somethin'… better. But ye died an' I—I's alone.” She was nearly whispering now, her breath stirring the surface of the water. “Was ye really tha' blind? T' make me live, t' no' take me wi' ye, couldn' ye see wha' ye was leavin' behind? Th' damage I cou' do, th' things I could… break...”

A droplet sent ripples echoing outwards. Mahat straightened her spine, a grim, determined cast taking over her features. “Nay. I en't tha' weak. No' anymore.” Her lips twisted in a humorless grin. “Dunno tha' I kin be a hero without ye, love. But mebbe—I kin become a better monster.”

She slipped below the dark waters of the lake, and they closed around her like a cold embrace.

#wyrmrest accord #wyrmrest roleplay #wyrmrest rp #i wrote a thing

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We Do Know Which Way’s Home (part 9)

Hey!! So I couldn't wait to update the story because I simply adore that chapter. It's like, one of the softest things I've ever written, so get ready for some super extra soft Beej'.

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 I'm Still Standing

To Corazana's surprise, Delia was very invested in that whole exhibition stuff. The moment she rang at the door, the red-headed lady opened, took her in and made her sit in the living room. Charles greeted her and explained that Lydia and the three ghosts had to stay upstairs, just so Delia would have the time to explain the week schedule to the young artist. She nodded and payed attention to everything Delia told her.

"Of course I've invited some of my friends from New-York. They're really into underground artists, I'm sure they'll love it. Lydia showed some of the pieces you left here. Let me tell you that they're pretty good! Of course, you'll keep improving, but I think this exhibition will be an excellent first step in this cruel world. It's going to be a huge success!"

Cora couldn't help but notice she pronounced it "sucks-yes", which made her smile to hide a laugh.

"By the way, I almost forgot to ask, Charles and I are going to the restaurant tonight, would you be okay keeping an eye on Lydia?"

"Sure Mrs Deetz."

"Great, I'll let you go now. They're so excited to see you, I won't keep you away from them any longer."

Corazana rushed to the attic. She waited a second outside, just so she could hear if they were talking about her. She tended to be curious when it came to those things.

"It's been thirty minutes!" groaned the demon.

Lydia replied instantly, "stop complaining! That's an important thing to her."

"I missed her, Lyds."

"I know, dude. I missed her too."

"Hush!" murmured someone, probably Barbara, "I think she's behind the door."

The young woman opened the door with a very guilty face.

"You got me Barb'."

The four individuals suddenly turned to her.

"Sorry, I've just caught a few words."

They all blinked repeatedly before shooting her name with joy. Except Beej', because he screamed "DOLL!" very loudly instead.

"I'm happy to see you too. Did you receive all my letters?"

"Yes! Lyds read them to us," answered Beetlejuice.

"That's sweet."

She took the last letter out of her bag and handed it to Lydia.

"I guess you can read the last one even if I'm here."

"So you received my letter before leaving?"

"Read, you'll have your answer."

"Okay, okay. Dear Lydia, you'd be surprised to learn that I read your letter on my way to see you. COOL! There's nothing I would love more than hearing about that girl. Be careful though, Betelgeuse will try to steal her from you (joke, he doesn't stand a single chance)."

"HEY!" complained the demon.

"Hush, dude. I've bought a bunch of candies for you. What about a movie night, this evening? Anyway, I'll probably ask you in a few hours. Wouldn't it be great to do it with the Maitlands and Beej' this time? All together ... I'm sure they'll be flattered to be a part of our little ritual. Especially our local demon, he always seems so sad to be left appart."

She stopped her reading, and finished in silence. Her gaze went from BJ to Cora.

"Don't ask me why I pity him that much, I have no idea. The more I get to know him, the more he touches me. Not in that way, you know what I mean," she concluded.

Beej' elbowed Corazana with an amused smirk.

"I knew you would fall for me, doll."

She rolled her eyes, even though she couldn't help but smile a bit.

Lydia looked up to her babysitter, "so, you're staying here tonight?"

"My parents aren't home and yours asked me to keep an eye on you. So, yeah, I'll be there."

Corazana barely heard Lydia whispering "cool" before she run out of the attic. Facing her surprised expression, Barbara felt the need to explain the situation:

"She's like that since she met that girl at school."

"Well, that's great, I guess. Will I have the pleasure to see you guys tonight?"

"Unfortunately, Barb' and I have some stuff to do in the Neitherworld. Somehow, Miss Argentina managed to lose files and asked us for help."

"You could never say no when it comes to give a hand to someone, I know you guys pretty well."

She had no idea who was that Miss Argentina, but she preferred to stay out of the whole after-life thing. Somewhere in her mind, Corazana associated being too curious about it and dying earlier than expected. And she clearly wanted to have a long and peaceful life.

Well, peaceful ...

Actually, being friend with three ghosts and a gothic teenager wasn't the best definition of "having a peaceful life". Not the one she expected at least.

"So ... It'll be BJ, Lydia and me?"

She wasn't really expecting an answer, something crossed her mind. The last time she'd been alone with the two of them, things had been quite hard. Sure, it had been a few weeks ago and since then, their relationship had evolved for the best. Still, she could feel shivers down her spine remembering the traumatic event she had experienced that night. He seemed to understand what she was thinking about because he lost his grin for a second. Before anyone noticed it, he put his "asshole face" back on, like he loved to call it.

"That's cool, I have a bunch of films we can watch."

The weird thing she noticed during the day was that Lydia, even though she told her how much she wanted to see her in her letters, almost didn't show up after she left the attic.

"Y'know how teens are," chatted Beetlejuice as they were chilling in the living room.

It had been an hour since Lydia's parents had left the house. And the young gothic was nowhere to be seen.

"Sure, but I'm supposed to keep an eye on her, and I thought she would enjoy a horror movie night like we used to have."

"Maybe she has somethin' on her mind, dontcha think?"

"You're probably right."

And for the first time in ages, Beetlejuice was indeed right. Lydia came down a few minutes later and unrecognisable. She, apparently, had tried to do a new kind of make-up but had given up after one eye, because the other one was still clean.

"I need your help," implored Lydia.

Cora let go a little laugh, "Oh my- bichito, what have you done?"

"I don't know..." her voice was about to break, "Wednesday and I are going on a date and I'm not ready. I look horrible."

"No, don't you dare say that. You're nothing but beautiful, bichito."

Lydia loved when she called her that, because it meant "little bug". Corazana made her sit on the couch next to BJ and went to her own suitcase to find her stuff.

She went back to her, "come on, close your eyes."

As she started saving her makeup, Corazana noticed that the demon was watching all her moves very carefully. They eventually shared a gaze but she immediately looked back to Lydia's face. The young girl wasn't saying anything, too stressed to find something to joke about. Which was quite unusual.

"Tell me more about that Wednesday girl, what is she like?"

"Dark. Taller than me. She likes to talk about death, which is pretty cool since half of the people living in my house are dead. She doesn't show her emotions, but that's cool because she talks a lot so I still manage to guess how she feels. And she asked me on a date this morning ... That's why I haven't been there today ... I'm sorry."

"That's okay, Lyds, I had someone to pass the time with."

Lydia opened an eye to look at Beetlejuice, then her babysitter.

"You guys are okay now?"

"We could say that. And I'm done. You're all good for your date, my dear Lyds."

She checked herself in the pocket mirror Cora handed her. Her eyes started sparkling.

"Oh my god, it is perfect."

"You better tell me how it went when you come back."

"Tell us!" added the demon.

"I will, but you gotta promise not to tell my parents. I don't want to be interrogated before knowing if it's a serious thing between her and me"

"I'll be as silent as a grave," promised Corazana.

BJ bursted out laughing, "jeez', that was a good one, doll!"

And again, the shared gaze! It was so weird to have those moments of complicity with him, but that was somehow so pleasant.

"I guess I have to stay here in case your parents call and I have to act like everything's perfectly normal?"

"Hm, yep. Consider this a random babysitting night, but for Beetlejuice, not me."

"Thirty dollars the night is okay if it's you, Lyds. But for him I'll need double."

"Because I'm twice as handsome as she is?"

"Yeah, something like that," sassed Corazana as Lydia was checking her watch.

"Shit, I'm late."

"Language!"

"BJ's taught me, bye guys!" she shot on her way to the front door.

"Be careful!"

"I will!"

The door closed. They stayed on the couch without saying a single word for god knows how long. Finally, they decided on a common agreement that exploring the house would pass the time. That house was strange. No matter the distance you walked, it never seemed to end.

"How long have you been here?" asked Corazana, "I knew the people that were here before the Maitlands, they never noticed a ghost chilling in their house."

"I lost the count, but I've been here since the day I died. I thought I was just waking up from a fucking long nap, but nope, here I was. Dead, invisible, bored. And your previous neighbours were so dull. Huh, even I didn't want to trick them. But thank god, the lovebirds replaced them. They're a couple of nerds, but Satan do I have fun with them! They were even much more fun to observe."

"Oh, so the voyeur stuff is not new."

"Doll, have you taken a good look at me recently? I'm dead, and I was invisible for decades. Of course I watched people. What did you expected me to do? Bake ghost pies? C'mon."

"I get it but ... don't you care about what you do? Even a little?"

They ended up in Charles's office. The room was very different from what Cora had imagined. The most surprising was the wall full of vinyls, a giant collection.

"I did care, during the first years, decades or something ..." his voice was so soft suddenly. Who was he worried to disturb? They were all alone.

"What changed?"

"Nothing, that's the main problem, doll. No matter if I watched or not, people still couldn't see me. So the first time I stumbled upon a naked person, it was an accident. The second time too. And after that, I was just pretending it was still one but I waited at the exact same spot and time. After fifteen years or so, I didn't pretend they were coincidences anymore. I had just become a creepy old ghost."

"You're not that old."

"I'm at least a century older than you."

"No I mean ... You don't look that old. On the contrary."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I died young."

Cora knew by the way he said it that she wouldn't learn anything more about him tonight. But it was already quite a lot. Both were standing at different sides of the room, looking at Charles collection.

"I almost destroyed it all last year. I'm glad I didn't after all."

He took one off the shelf and floated to the record player. Soon, Corazana recognised the singer.

"Elton John! I love him!"

"I know."

"How do you know?"

Beej' remembered her walkman, "lucky guess."

She started moving a little. Dancing a little. Like no one else was watching.

"Come on, Beej', let it go."

"I don't dance."

"Me neither."

She reached out her hand, he considered it a second before taking it.

"I'm a terrible dancer."

"Who cares?"

« Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did

Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid »

Alone in the big house, both were dancing together on rhythm. First a little shy and awkward, and soon they didn't care. Swinging, dos-à-dos, tapping feet in parallel away from the other's. Then the demon caught her hand and made her twirl. She smiled, giggled, didn't try to hide her mouth this time. Maybe they were bad dancers. No, they surely were, but how much fun were they having doing it anyway. Barely even friends, yet that was the exact moment Corazana started looking at him differently.

« I'm still standing after all this time

Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind »

The music started to fade away. Corazana tried to catch her breath the best she could.

"My god... that was unexpected..."

"What was unexpected?" asked Beetlejuice, who wasn't panting at all.

She was still breathless, "sharing... sharing a moment like that... with you."

"Oh. You enjoyed it?"

"I adored it. Are you smiling?"

"No. Am I? I can't feel it."

"You're smiling."

"Wow. Weird. Does it look good?"

"It does. You can't feel anything?"

He shook his head no. Corazana took a step in his direction, opening her arms a little.

"May I?"

"Sure thing, doll," Beej' didn't even finish his sentence before she hugged him, "you're warm."

"You're not. But that's okay."

"You think so?"

"Yes. I don't lie."

"I do. Dontcha think I smell bad? Everyone says I do."

"You have a funny smell, a bit weird," he did feel something: her breath against his dead skin, "you already know what I think, why did you ask?"

"I care about your opinion."

The moment he started to hold her tighter, she stepped aside. Corazana looked at BJ's hair, it looked way more lighter than usual.

"Feeling peaceful?" she asked.

"Certainly."

"It's surprising."

"What's surprising?" he asked.

"How far we've come since we've met."

He smirked, not knowing where to look, except not at her directly.

"I'm pretty selfish, doll, if I act better towards you, it's just because I need company."

"Maybe that's enough for me to like you."

#we do know which way's home #beetlejuice #Beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice fanfic #beetlejuice fanfiction #alex brightman #beetlejuice x oc #beetlejuicexoc #beetlejuice headcanon #beetlejuice imagines #chapter 9 #chapter nine #barbara maitland #lydia deetz #adam maitland #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth

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