#(lots to cry about as i build up my queue apparently)

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Chapter 1 - Denial

TW: vampire whumper, vampire hunter whumpee, non consensual blood drinking, mention of past staking, mention of gnarly scars

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here!" She rushed up to the vampire hastily as soon as she recognised it "Destroying my life, my celebration and endangering a whole human family wasn't enough? And apparently we're still in danger! Get out before-" she was cut short by the vampire's soft laughter.

"Before what?" he asked, eyebrows raised, he didn't turn back to look at her, instead he was pretending to browse the menu in front of him. They were standing a few feet away from the crowd waiting to be let in the restaurant. It was a big night for one of her cousins, killing their first vampire, just as she had the year before.

"Before I finish what I, apparently, didn't do properly the first time" If she had spent just a moment thinking about it, she would’ve realised it was an insane thing to do as she touched the small of his back lightly tapping to find the place she hit with the stake. Gently tracing along his spine, her chest felt tight with victory, or perhaps anxiety. In the vampire’s book that was mistake number two after not managing to kill him.

The crowd started moving behind them, most of them had already met and survived attacks from the monstrous creatures, she thought the vampire had no chance if he was discovered among them. She didn't want any disruptions at the gathering though, it wasn’t her moment, so she was willing to keep quiet if he left by himself. She'd never threaten a vampire, she wasn't dumb, but the odds here seemed to work in her favor. 

"It was more like here" he reached behind his back guiding her hand lower. She chuckled condescendingly at his nonchalance she mistook for stupid arrogance. His hand stopped at a point just above his waistline.

She winced with surprise as she felt the scar under his shirt. Even through the fabric she felt a bump that one can only truly imagine if they had a terribly healed wound. It must've been a gnarly scar there that her stake left. 

Vampire’s shouldn’t have scars. It must have been some sort of sick trick to get her to feel bad for the creature, a manipulation tactic. Still it worked, because her heart sank to the thought of wounding the other creature so badly, so close to its spine, leaving a mark on his perfect immortal skin. Coldness crept up her throat threatening to spill in the form of a cry for help. She tried to yank her hand away from his back but he held it there effortlessly. 

"Feel that? There's still a splinter in there from the stake you drove through me. It could paralyze me at any moment, y'know" he finally turned to face her, just in time for them to seamlessly join the queue entering the building. He still didn't let go of her hand, but turned the grip into a significantly more gentle, almost polite hold "Shall we?"

The sinking feeling hit in a newer wave, pressing tears to the brim of her waterline, but she couldn't cry. People did have a chance of being hurt exclusively because of her. She had no doubt he'd kill anyone in his way to get back to her. How long until someone can actually do something against the ambush from inside the crowd?

They got caught up by a group of her second cousins. The younger ones stared at the vampire curiously. 

“Who’d you bring with Carter?”

"He's my friend, Julius" The sentence vibrated through her mind before reaching her lips to escape, without any way of stopping it "he's in town for a little while, I thought I'd bring him with" not even the older cousins noticed the twitch of her eye, trying to let them know it wasn't her talking. 

"Pleasure" Julius nodded to them with a huge smile plastered on his face. 

The two of them sat at the very end of the long table, going unnoticed by nosey aunties and uncles, and far enough from the disruptive children running about. 

Some waiters emerged from what room must've been the kitchen and started taking drink orders. 

"Black tea, please" he ordered with a smile. 

"Just a glass of water" Carter was the last one to order, the waiters disappeared again. If only she could signal to them she's in terrible danger. 

"Wise choice, you're going to need that" she swallowed back another wave of tears. He gently caressed her arm raising goosebumps as he ran his fingers gently over and over her delicate skin. 

"What do you want from me?" she whispered, locking her eyes on the empty plate in front of her. He leaned in, way too close for comfort, to whisper in her ear.

"I'm taking back everything you took from me, and giving you back exactly what you gave me" Too quiet to raise suspicion, too vague to make sense of to ease her anxiety. 

... 

Julius lifted the mug to his lips, taking a big sip of the burning hot tea.

"Feed me!" he ordered, as he lowered the mug below the table away from prying eyes, if there were any. 

"What?" she snapped her head to the side to look at him. Wide-eyed, but not terrified. Well, not yet anyway. More like confused. 

"Give me your hand" he instructed, and somehow she knew not obeying was not an option at that moment. She shakliy reached her hand out for him to grab and press it to the brim of the mug. With the other hand he pulled something from his pocket. He moved so quickly she almost didn't catch the glint of the switchblade sliding dangerously close to her palm over the mug "Keep that smile on your face gorgeous” Carter felt his compulsion take over her face, keeping up the facade.

He pushed the blade down, slicing through skin and muscle, letting fresh blood fill the mug back up to his liking. He wiped her hand down the side of the mug to get any remaining drops of her blood only then did he let go.

The cut healed with magical speed, it barely took a few moments for the evidence of assault to disappear  

"H-how did you do that” she wanted to ask looking at her skin perfectly intact. 

"This is completely gross, but I licked the side of the mug before I had your hand there. It healed the cut completely, you should thank me, I was very generous with that" her thoughts were racing with each other, escape plans running over feelings of revenge, worry poisoning the mix creating the wildest combinations. 

"Thank you" she whispered absentmindedly. Not even the vampire taking a sip from his mug brought her back for a second. 

"Was that really so scary?" he laughed still keeping his voice down, he lifted the mug back to his mouth. He didn't just take a sip this time, he gulped down all of the blood.

#whump #vampire whumper #vampire hunter whumpee #oc whump #tw scars #tw knife #non consensual blood drinking #Julius and Carter #elias writes vampires #original story

[zhanyes]

Tianshan dating headcannons because i also love these two dumbasses too

Also dedicated to @el-mundo-real who requested tianshan headcannons 🖤

. . .

- Literally no one knows whether they’re dating or not. Not even themselves because they don’t talk about it

- Jian yi thinks they’re dating already and Zhengxi says they’re still getting there (somehow they’re both right) and they make a bet

- He tian likes staying over at Mo’s and he’s gotten pretty close to mama Mo

- Mama Mo teaches him how to knit !! He tried to knit a scarf for Mo but it came out a little messy and tangled. Mo still wears it anyway saying it’s a waste of yarn if not used (He’s actually really touched)

- He eats dinner there about 5 times a week and sleeps over thrice a week. He’s a permanent fixture in the house now, he has his own plate and mug, utensils, toothbrush, a spare key, and more than half of his closet migrated to Mo’s closet

- Sometimes Mo “accidentally” wears He tian’s sweaters and He tian dies a little bit every time

- Sometimes He tian deliberately wears Mo’s clothes and it’s always tighter and a bit shorter on his body so when he moves his arms the shirt rides up. Mo guanshan shouts at him to change and to stop contaminating his clothes but his ears are red anyway

- They bicker A LOT. Over the smallest things because He tian loves riling him up and Mo gets riled up too easily

He tian, for the 7th time in 5 minutes: “What does this thing do?”

Mo guanshan, losing his mind: “THAT’S A FUCKING MICROWAVE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT DO?!”

- There are times when homicide is the best option

Mo Guanshan: “I acknowledge that I can be mean sometimes-”

He tian, in the bathtub: “Sometimes?”

Mo Guanshan: “Shut the fuck up. So I brought you a bath bomb as a peace offering.”

He tian: “That’s a fucking toaster.”

Mo guanshan: “Exactly. A bath bomb.”

- Contrary to what his actions say, Mo guanshan is actually relieved that He tian spends most of his time in their apartment. He tian never told him but he can see how lonely the other teenager is

- Mo guanshan tries to teach He tian chores because He tian knows nothing about cleaning or doing everyday things

Mo guanshan: “How the fuck do you not know how to wash dishes where the hell do you eat?!”

He tian, drinking milk straight out the carton: “Obviously on plates, Momo. I just throw them away after.”

Mo guanshan, sputtering: “WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU THROW OUT PLATES?!”

- The first and only recipe that He tian managed to cook successfully is instant noodles with boiled egg that’s not quite cooked enough. Sometimes he brings Mo noodles as breakfast in bed and he looks so proud of it Mo has a hard time saying that the noodles are overcooked and that noodles aren’t exactly breakfast food (he eats it anyway)

- Mo sometimes, only sometimes, brings He tian grocery shopping because he needs to learn how to buy food for himself. Somehow He tian always ends up in the miscellaneous section where he has a pack of ballpens he’ll never use, 2 journals he’ll also never use, a couple of scented candles, various dog clothes and leashes for the dog he doesn’t have, a couple’s mug, and a vase in his cart

- He tian stopped trying to barge into Mo guanshan’s bed and sleeps on the futon on the floor beside it. It’s not the most comfortable and he had a hard time sleeping on it at first but he likes being in Mo’s company even while sleeping

- Sometimes Mo would move in his sleep and leave his arm dangling on the side of the bed, He tian grabs it of course and Mo wakes up to sweaty palms. He still leaves it for a few moments before harshly slapping away He tian’s hand

- Mo’s hands aren’t smooth at all because of working all the time and practicing the guitar but He tian loves them all the same. He likes to feel the contrast in textures with his slightly smoother hands

- He tian has a thousand pictures of Mo guanshan sleeping in various angles and poses. He has his favorites framed and keeps it on his bedside table in his apartment so when he’s sleeping there he still feels like they’re sleeping together

- Mo guanshan has a few of He tian sleeping but he swears up and down that he'll never do anything as disgusting as that. He makes one of them his wallpaper.

- Sometimes when they don’t feel like sleeping yet they stay up talking and arguing about random things

Mo guanshan: “Why would aliens be in space? The ocean is definitely the way to go.”

He tian: “But why would they be in the ocean? They’ll drown.”

Mo guanshan: “They’re aliens maybe they have gills or some shit.”

He tian: “I’m telling you they’re not in the ocean, Mo.”

Mo guanshan: “And I’m telling you you’re wrong, bastard.”

- On rare days they would stay up talking about their pasts and about life in general, with the lights closed and the only source of light is the moonlights from the window

- One of these nights, Mo told He tian about what happened to his dad and their restaurant, why they’re in so much debt over it and He tian holds Mo’s hand tightly throughout

- He knew better than to say that he could pay for that debt so Mo doesn’t need to worry anymore (He still says it anyway and Mo blew a fuse) but he swore to help Mo through other means

- The next day he orders a whole carton of mangoes, apples and peaches in his apartment and learns how to peel properly through youtube and Zhengxi

- He goes to Mo’s part time job in the grocery and helps him peel fruits, Mo guanshan doesn’t mention anything when he notices the bandaids on the other’s hands but he does cook him beef stew for dinner

- As expected He tian’s presence brings more customers and the manager asks if he wants to work there permanently but he said he’s only working for Mo so the manager can give Mo a raise instead

- Once, Mo got sick so he missed his part time job for the day (He was supposed to give away flyers on the streets) and got extra pissy because He tian didn’t visit him and wouldn’t answer his phone 

- Apparently He tian took over his job for the day and he only finds out when he goes to the manager and the manager asks when his ‘boyfriend’ can come back to work again because the customers love him

- He tian almost never talks about himself but once he talked about the puppy who disappeared after he saves it and then found out that it’s still alive after all these years

- Mo keeps quiet about it the whole time he was talking and the next few days he takes time to knit a small dog plushie and leaves it on He tian’s futon

- He tian didn’t cry, he didn’t (he did), but he hugged Mo and whispered a sincere thank you. For once, Mo lets it happen

- Mo quickly regrets his decision when He tian names the plushie “Chicken sandwich”

- He tian brings Mo in a lot of not-dates (according to Mo) like arcades, ocean parks, festivals, and fairs because he didn’t get to go as a kid and he wants to experience it for the first time with Mo

- They get crazy competitive in every game. Every. Single. One. If it’s a co-op shooting game they would compete on who kills the most enemies, if it’s a harmless crane game it becomes a competition of who can get the most plushies

- They both each have a photobooth strip. Mo keeps his as a bookmarker in a journal, and He tian has his in the back of his phone.

- They go on a double not-date with Jian yi and Zhengxi and it ends up in almost getting chased by a police car at 2 am in pokemon onesies and holding a bag of chips 

- Sometimes Mo would visit his dad in prison and just rant to him about He tian

Mo guanshan: “The nerve of that guy to do something like that in front of a teacher urgh.”

Papa Mo: “Your boyfriend sounds like a fun guy, son. I want to meet him soon.”

Mo guanshan: “BO-BOYFRIEND?!”

Papa Mo: “Yes???”

Mo guanshan: “No??? That bastard isn’t my boyfriend??”

Papa Mo: “Are you sure about that?”

Mo guanshan: “...Yes?”

- Enter gay panique because he doesn’t actually know whether He tian is his boyfriend or not

- They don’t call each other boyfriends and they never talked about it so no??? But they’re also not just friends so maybe??? Do they go on dates?? Can grocery trips be considered dates??

- He rings up Jian yi and the blonde just laughed for 5 minutes straight without stopping and he wonders how he’s still breathing

Mo Guanshan, after hearing Jian yi laughing for 5 minutes: “Are you fucking done?”

Jian yi, trying to catch his breath: “Man this is some top-tier entertainment.”

Mo guanshan: “WELL?!”

Jian yi: “Look bro literally no one knows whether you’re dating, fucking, planning each other’s murder OR planning a murder together.”

Mo guanshan: “What if it’s all of the above?”

Jian yi: “Then congratulations…? Please don’t murder me?”

Mo guanshan: “Urgh you’re fucking useless I should have called Zhengxi.”

Jian yi: “Wait don’t, I don’t wanna lose the bet. How about this, there’s a festival upcoming for couples and families, if He tian asks you then you’re probably, maybe, dating?”

Mo guanshan: “That’s stupid. AND WHAT BET?!”

Jian yi: “Ah woops gotta water my dog.”

- Mo tells himself that it’s stupid and there’s no way he’s falling for that...but he feels disappointed anyway when He tian doesn’t ask him the following days

- He tian asks on the last day before the festival, but he asks mama Mo first and Mo guanshan second cuz he wants to celebrate with both of them. He confessed that he’s never actually went to a festival with a family before so he was trying to build up courage to ask

- Mo guanshan is an absolute goner after that

- On the day of the festival, they find Zhanyi there on a date but decide to leave them alone. While they were leaving Jian yi kept throwing Mo guanshan so much winks that Zhengxi thought he got something in his eye

- The festival was fun but Mo couldn’t take his eyes off how happy and content He tian looks

- Queue cliche fireworks scene but it’s He tian being amazed by the fireworks and Mo looking mesmerized at him thinking, “Ah, I want him to look at me like that.”

- The next day, he drags He tian to visit his dad in jail

Papa mo: “Oh this is a surprise, you’ve never brought someone before?”

He tian, trying to introduce himself: “Hello, sir. I’m He tian, Mo guanshan’s fri-”

Mo guanshan, cuts him off: “Boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend, dad.”

He tian:

#19 days #19 days headcannons #19 days hc #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #zhanyi #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #am i procrastinating updating my fics and 19 days socmed au by posting random 19 days stuff? #yes yes i am #old xian

[calltomuster]

Star Wars Fic Recs Part the Fourth

[first fic rec list] [second fic rec list] [third fic rec list]

Been a few weeks since I've done one of these and I've read/reread some great fics recently so let me share them with you now!

And I Fear Nothing by @maiseey (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 11/? chapters, 43.4k words) Picture this: I am sitting in the parking lot of my local grocery store, having just bought a load of perishables. I get the email that And I Fear Nothing has just been updated. What do I do: run home to preserve the food I just paid for, or sit in my car and read the new chapter right away? The answer is obvious, of course! That is exactly the situation I found myself in last week when chapter 11 dropped and I did in fact choose to read it in spite of my groceries, that's how much I love this fic. In this fic, Obi-Wan and Cody are raising Luke and Leia together on Tatooine, and they've got so much trauma, and new + old wounds, and love for each other and the children they're raising that it both warms your heart and tears it apart. But that's not all, this fic expands beyond just the small home in the middle of the Jundland Wastes and explores Ahsoka and Rex and their journey to de-chip as many clones as possible. I love this fic because it doesn't shy away from hard conversations, but it does it in a way that makes you want to cry and give everyone involved a hug. Plus, there are some fantastic minor clone characters that you will 100% want to die for by the time you finish reading. Cannot recommend this fic enough.

Obligate by @communistkenobi (gen, one-shot, 23.9k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin & Ahsoka) Just when you thought the Deception arc didn't have enough pain, this AU sees Anakin fake his death instead of Obi-Wan! My heart is physically ripped out of my chest just thinking about this fic, so imagine what it'd do to you actually reading it. Anything @communistkenobi writes is so well-done and I've gone through his works list on AO3 multiple times, but somehow I missed this when it was first posted and it was like a wonderfully delightful surprise when I ran into it the other day. So, so good. Highly recommend!

Moirai by damonkey (gen, WIP, 4/? chapters, 9.2k words, Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon) All I can really say about this fic without giving anything away is that it's a Phantom Menace AU and it's so intriguing. The author is very deliberate in having a vague summary and only tagging as the story progresses, so I truly have no idea what's ahead of me but it's so -- as I said -- intriguing that I'm happy to strap into the ride. Ahhhh I'm skimming through the fic and there are so many things I want to mention but I don't want to give anything away!

Almost Home by @frunbuns (gen, one-shot, 5.2k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) You know, every time I recc a Modern AU I'm like "I don't usually like Modern AUs but..." and then proceed to gush over the fic. I went and checked and I've recced a Modern AU on almost every fic rec list I've made! Maybe I do like Modern AUs?? Or maybe the fics are just that good -- and this fic is definitely that good. In this fic, the first of a planned series of fics set in a modern Star Wars universe, Obi-Wan is reeling from the loss of his adoptive father Qui-Gon and has to care for a young Anakin. Ooooooof. Definitely hits you right in the feels, this one. Love the non-chronological storytelling too!

Naked and Not Paid by biscuitlevitation (Obi-Wan/212th Attack Battalion, WIP, 6/? chapters, 14.9k words) This fic is essentially ~15k words of the clones thirsting over Obi-Wan and it is the funniest thing I have read all year. I'm not kidding, I just read the last chapter which features space-church-lady!Anakin and I laughed so hard I cried. I'm cracking up just thinking about it. I promise you will have a good time reading this fic. And if the tag "Obi-Wan Kenobi/212th Attack Battalion" puts you off, let me just say there's no sex in this at all, it's just thirst. And it's hilarious.

Full Disclosure by @trixree (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 2/3 chapters, 7.4k words) ROTS AU in which the Force bonds Obi-Wan has formed with a few members of the 212th save them from the chip and Order 66, but it doesn't stop the devastation from happening on a mass scale and they all have to try and deal with Mustafar and Luke and Leia. This fic manages to be both extremely soft and extremely gut-wrenching at the same time, and I wish I could leave more kudos. Full disclosure (get it, little pun there for ya), I will be dying until the final chapter comes out. Time to go listen to Olivia Rodrigo and reread this fic and just live in my feels.

Thirteen Days by @ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy12 (gen, one-shot, 4.1k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) Post-Zygerria arc, Anakin dresses an unconscious Obi-Wan's injuries and struggles. Ahhhh this fic is one of my favorite Zygerria arc fics, and given that that's my favorite arc, that's saying a lot! Obi-Wan doesn't say a word in this fic, but his presence is very much there, if you know what I mean. And the descriptions of injuries here are pretty graphic at times, but it's so good that you'll want to keep reading even if you have to do it through the fingers covering your eyes.

brother, let me be your shelter by @kenobilovebot (gen, one-shot, 1.6k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) This fic packs so much tenderness in a short amount of words. It covers an AU in which Obi-Wan's issues from Zigoola never really resolve, and Anakin finds out when -- well, you'll just have to read for yourself. I love Zigoola because it is such an excellent whumpfest for poor Obi-Wan and this fic is great for that, but also highlights Anakin and Obi-Wan's relationship.

A Padawan At War (Again) series by @itstimeforstarwars (gen, 3 parts, 100k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) In this series, Obi-Wan and Anakin are transported from The Phantom Menace into the Clone Wars and have to deal with all that comes with it: fighting wars, discovering a Padawan you never knew you had, dueling your grandmaster who apparently is a Sith Lord now(?!) and all the rest. This series is a great ride, and I look forward to every update. Note: the first fic in this series is a one-shot that was expanded upon, and it drops you in media res. The second fic is a prequel that shows how they got to that point, and the third fic is the sequel that shows what comes after.

The Desert Storm series by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning (complete, 24 parts, 1.144 million words) There has never been a better time to start reading this series. If you read Star Wars fics on AO3, then you've definitely seen the Desert Storm series before, but maybe you were daunted by the high word count, or felt like it would be too much effort to go all the way to the beginning of a series but couldn't just jump in halfway. Let me tell you, it's 100% worth it, and now is the perfect time to read this series if you haven't already. This series is complete, but it turns out it's all just Act 1 of the larger story, which will continue in the Rise and Fall series. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning is taking a break right now before starting the next series, so you have ample time to get caught up, and YOU REALLY SHOULD. Let me tell you, this series had me on the edge of my seat more than any other piece of media I can remember. With the most recent chapters, where everything that has been building for a million words came to a head, I would get so worked up after each chapter that beforehand I would have to queue up calming things to watch afterwards, and it still wouldn't be enough and I'd be too full of feelings to get anything done the rest of the day. Seriously, this series is amazing. And if you HAVE read it before but haven't reread, now is the perfect time for that as well. I've reread this series multiple times and it's so rewarding because the author sprinkled in so many hints as to what will come that you only understand the second (or third) time around. I know I've written a lot for this rec but this is a long series and it deserves it. Go read! Now!

If you like any of these fics, please consider reblogging so they can get more exposure! And if you noticed I missed someone’s Tumblr account, or linked the wrong one, please let me know!

#star wars #fic recs #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #commander cody #qui-gon jinn #commander rex #jedi order #sw tcw

[superhero--imagines]

Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here!

A/N: I think The next post will be the last one for this series!

“Did you...have fun tonight?” The way Dick haltingly asks causes laughter to bubble out of your mouth

“I can say that was nothing like any family dinner I’ve ever seen-“

And if that isn’t the truth, for one - even though you’ve heard of all of Bruce Wayne’s adopted children, you didn’t think there would be so many.

Dick’s the oldest, well officially anyway. Barbara Gordon, as in Commissioner Gordon’s daughter, was at dinner too. Apparently she and Dick had a brief stint where they dated. You’re guessing it was before Dick realized he likes boys - or maybe he likes both? You’ve never expressly asked him about using sexuality.

He’s got three little brothers, the youngest and the second oldest seem to have the highest predisposition towards violence, mostly to each other. And then the second youngest, Tim, he seems to be barely held together, mostly through caffeine and anxiety.

Cassandra from class was there too, as well as Stephanie, which was nice to see. They ducked out halfway through, which should have been your queue to duck out too.

Unfortunately you didn’t, which resulted in a rather poorly placed tomato soup stain at the edge of your dress’s hem.

“I like your brothers though” you say with a smile. You did like his brothers. The youngest, Damian, stared at you for seven very long minutes, before saying-

“How do you feel about animals?” When you told him you loved them he seemed pleased. Also, as a college student, you vibe with Tim. Though you do think someone should cut him off and have him switch to herbal tea. Jason seems cool enough, he just looked at you for a second before giving Dick a wolffish grin.

“Alfred was nice too, and it was fun seeing your- uh...Bruce again” You almost called Bruce his Dad. Bruce is nice, but he’s still a bigot. It was nice meeting Alfred, who showed you many pictures of a nine year old Dick Grayson, most of which were him doing acrobatics around the house. Honestly you thought it was adorable, but you put an end to it since Dick was blushing so fiercely that you thought he might combust.

It really was a lot of fun.

You shiver, the cold night air brushing against your bare arms. You’re standing in front of your building, saying your final goodbyes until you scamper off to your apartment, getting ready for another week of classes.

“Here, take my jacket-“ He’s already tugging it off. Before you can protest, it’s settled over your shoulders. The effect is almost instant, tendrils of warmth seeping into your shoulders and upper body.

It smells like him, you think.

Like- like his expensive cologne, with notes of amber and moss- but also like soap, like clean laundry, and something else, something sweet.

“Cotton Candy” You murmur to yourself. He probably eats it by the gallon sized bag , you think with a giggle.

“T-thank you-“ your eyes trail from the sleeve of his suit jacket to Dick, who’s got a pink tint fanning across his face, blue eyes flicking from the ground to your eyes.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight, and being so kind and considerate and lovely” and then Dick does something completely unexpected, he leans in closer and presses a kiss to your forehead. Your heart leaps in your chest, his sickly sweet Cotten candy scent floods your senses.

You would just have to tilt you head up slightly to catch his lips in yours. He smells so sweet, it almost makes you dizzy. It’s like being drunk, you think.

You want to smell him more.

“Thank you for being so accepting.” His words are like a bucket of cold water being dumped over your head. You feel like you’ve sobered right up.

“Of course, we’re friends aren’t we?” You offer Dick a smile, but you know it’s probably strained. You were so caught up in the moment, you forget he’s already in love with someone.

All of his feelings, all of his kisses, they’re reserved for Nightwing.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow” You call out, before walking into your building, feeling Dick’s lingering

So you like Dick.

F*ck.

You’re on the balcony of your apartment, nursing a glass of hot tea in the late night- or would it be early hours of the morning? You can make out the sky beginning to lighten into a lighter blue. Great so you stayed up all night thinking about your feelings.

Your body is going to love you for this.

How did this even happen? Were you just so focused on not getting a crush on either of his sisters that you didn’t see this coming. Ugh why dick of all people? Yeah, sure he’s got those sparkly eyes, and that permanent rosy blush, not to mention that lopsided grin-

Okay so you know why you’re falling in love with him. But there’s no point in nursing these blooming feelings not when-

“Hey do you have any sugar?” The masked crusader asks from beside you. That dazzling smile that makes people everywhere swoon aimed at you.

No point in nursing feelings for Dick, when the object of his affections is standing next to you, drinking earl grey out of your pink “Namaste in bed” mug.

“Or not- no big deal, I love my hot leaf juice with or without sugar.” He adds hastily, taking a loud sip as if to show you how much he’s enjoying your hospitality. You must have let your annoyance get to your face. You sigh, it’s not his fault that Dick loves him.

You’re the outsider here.

“So what are you doing out so late?” You ask, just wanting to make some small talk. But Nightwing lights up like you just offered him a million dollars. He’s so friendly it’s almost annoying, not unlike another certain dark haired golden boy you know.

“I’m always up, fighting crime, patrolling the streets-“ you never realized but being a vigilante is kind of a lot of work huh? You wonder if Nightwing has a day job, he looks so young though- maybe he’s still in school.

“The real questions is why are you still up?” His question is punctuated with a slurp of his tea.

“Just thinking I guess” you shrug, taking a sip of your own tea. You’re not about to tell Nightwing you realized you have feelings for his boyfriend.

“Thinking about the person you love?” It feels like you were just struck by an arrow. Nightwing’s mouth stretches. “No way, I was right?” You can almost picture the sparkle in his eyes behind his domino mask. You wonder what color eyes Nightwing has.

Probably a boring brown.

“Well who’s the lucky individual?” Noting your hesitance, Dick starts to get a little nervous. It hurts a little to think you don’t return his feelings. But there’s something about the shy look on your face, the way your eyes avert to your cup of tea, that’s just hopelessly adorable. What he wouldn’t give to have you look at him that way.

And then, a terrifying thought occurs to Dick.

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with Bruce Wayne?” He’s got absolutely no chance if you’re into older men. No unless you’re willing to wait ten years or so.

Then the most amazing thing happens- your mouth opens and laughter spills out. He’s heard you laugh, but never like this. So loud, and almost desperate.

And then, you do something else he’s never seen before. Somewhere along the way those loud laughs transformed into equally loud sobs. Your mouth pinched tight as tears spill from the corners of your eyes.

A hand curls over your eyes in an attempt to cover your face. This is mortifying, you’re basically crying in front of your romantic rival, completely vulnerable.

You’re about to mutter out an excuse, how you’re not usually like this, that you must be close to your period or something. When you feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulder, your face pressed against Nightwing’s chest.

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay” he murmurs reassuringly, his glove covered hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. And even though you were on the edge of recompsure, you’re thrust back into despair. Your sobs leaving you almost breathless as Nightwing continues to hold you.

“Tell me what’s wrong, so I can help” Dick whispers. Whatever it is, it must be serious. He’s never seen you cry, not when you were a hostage in that bank robbery, or held at gun point at that restaurant, not even when Damian was basically integrating you all night.

“I love someone, who’s never going to love me back” you manage between sobs, and Nightwing only shushes you. His hand traveling to your hair. Cradling your head against his chest.

He smells so good, like amber and moss, and something sickeningly sweet- like cotton candy.

He smells like Dick.

And that seems to soothe you a bit, along with Nightwing’s gentle warmth.

“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine, I promise”

“Man, and I thought things were going really well between you guys” Stephanie says, her hand threading through her golden curls, head tilting back so it rests against the back of his couch.

“Yeah, me too” Dick admits with a sigh, he’s sitting with his knees propped up on the floor, his back against the wall.

Cassandra doesn’t say anything, her eyes are trained on the coffee table, their masks collectively strewn across it.

“So what are you going to do?” Stephanie asks, and Dick sighs again.

“What can I do honestly, they love someone else” he shrugs, he plays it off like it’s not a big deal. But the thought of your with someone else... it makes his stomach hurt.

“Just because she loves someone else right now...doesn’t mean she will forever” Those are the first words Cass has uttered all night, and Dick and Stephanie are both looking at her with wide eyes.

Stephanie’s already hyping him up, saying there’s no way their Dick’s going to lose to some no-face-extra, like your love is some sort of competition to be won.

And Cassandra’s only encouraging her, with energetic nods and the occasional ‘exactly’

But all Dick can think about is the way you felt in his arms, and how small you seemed as sobs wracked through your entire body. How deep your sadness felt, like he might be sucked in any moment too, tears falling from beneath his domino mask.

He hates whoever it is that made you feel that way. If it was him- if you loved him instead, he’d make sure you were never sad, he’d give you everything he was and everything he had if it meant you might smile for him.

He doesn’t want to change your mind, your feelings don’t work like that. All he knows is that he loves you- and what you need right now, is a friend. Someone who-

“Just wants to see them happy” Dick mumbles.

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#batman imagine #dc comics imagine #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagines #dick Grayson #dick grayson headcanon #bruce wayne imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #damian wayne imagine #dc comics #bruce wayne x reader #batman imagines #superhero--imagines

[vimpse]

!!!! This was buried deep in my queue when other issues presented itself: it’s been addressed “live” on my blog a while ago, posts: here, here and here. !!!!

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO, LET ME LAY THIS OUT FOR YOU:

Mika was pregnant like I said - according to last round’s documentation from the tag, it was another abduction pregnancy; which she’s had quite often. I have a multi-PT set by @poppet-sims and I’ve never had any issues with it... though admittedly not through a re-install... even though I do not have any idea how that could’ve screwed this all up.

I used the pregnancy scanner on ACR because I wanted to scope out which PT she’d been pollinated by, and it came up weird (I wish I’d screenshot it), it was like... “Mika is pregnant, the father is name;noexist...something or other”) and I was like “lol alright, so it’ll be a surprise!”

Well, it certainly was. When Mika went into labor it was not an alien that appeared, and it did not have a multi-PT as a second parent... and Sherlock was not the parent... it was apparently some sort of immaculate conception??? So... in a way, welcome to Westport, Highlight Thornstorm...? ^_^? I mean, he’s born now, so there’s nothing I can do about it, but I so wish I’d terminated Mika’s pregnancy when I noticed the pregnancy scanner bug... because it appears that Highlight (it’s a weird name, I know) is a clone of Mika? Which in itself isn’t a huge problem since she’s probably the most gorgeous sim in Westport, but like... what the hell is this???

And no, this is not firstborn syndrome. Highlight has no 2nd parent. Mika’s firstborn was Pandora, and Highlight is not a clone of her. Mika’s second-born (if we’re not counting aliens as actual firstborns) is Garrison and Highlight is not a clone of him either. So what gives?

So I did what seemed most reasonable: I got Mika abducted again. You won’t believe what happened next!!1! ... she became pregnant (pollinated this time by an actual PT, according to the pregnancy scanner) but she didn’t actually become pregnant. Like 38 hours passed, no pregnancy symptoms, no bellypop at 24 hours pregnant... nothing. The wtf intensifies.

Naturally my next fear was that something was forever fucked up with my PTs / alien abduction / Westport itself - so it was time to investigate CSI style:

> I ran the HoodChecker on Westport. Nothing abnormal (outside of the normal like... derpy memories etc) came up. The PTs, which are listed as an “issue” but never get removed anyway, were still intact. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. > I entered an empty neighborhood, created a potato sim and got them abducted and pregnant. Accelerated the pregnancy with the SimBlender and waited. Out popped an alien baby, pollinated into existence by PT-Mu. All is right with the world, right? > So maybe it’s Westport? [cries intensely in hood-builder]....... so I made a semi-decent sim in CAS, put them on an empty lot and did the same as I did with the sim in the empty neighborhood (I saved first). Abduction, accelerate, birth: and out pops a normal alien baby, pollinated by PT-Hydrus! SO WHAT IS THE PROBLEM HERE, HELLO? (afterwards I just loaded the save from when the sim was brand new and made her into a townie, lol. Thanks for your sacrifice).

Assemble! We’re off to Google this shit!

This yielded very few decent results, I found one thread where the problem for a person was that the sim got pregnant normally but never actually went into labor, just forever pregnant. Somebody replied that it could be a problem with the lot, they did not describe what problem or what caused such a problem, which to me is always a very frustrating “answer” to a problem, I always wanna UNDERSTAND what’s actually happening...

So it was time to give that a go. I entered the Thornstorm house and terminated Mika’s pregnancy with the SimBlender, took 900 screenshots of their house from every angle, exited to the ‘hood, moved them out and while crying internally, demolished their house. :(

Then I had a delightful time placing a new lot and building a clone of the exact same house in the exact same place, which is super easy and fun and I loved it so much yay confetti... all because I really liked their house and didn’t wanna give up on it. I gave it a aesthetic makeover though (which will be posted next when I’m done ranting about this) and went on with my life, relatively speaking.

I will follow up in a later post with whether or not I solved the issue. Stay tuned.

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 #Thornstorm #Mika Thornstorm #pregnancy bug #bugged the sims #*screams*

[hamburgerhelpersotherhand]

Infatuation P8

Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn

Warnings: a lying bitch and a writer who hates writing warnings because they spoil what’s to come

Notes: James Elkins, a fairly well known art historian, once wrote “Love would be the state in which I hunt a hunter or fall prey to prey” (The Object Stares Back, 1996). This is a quote I reflected on a lot while writing this series, though I’d still say they dont feel connected. I had to read the book for class so y’all have to deal with my bs

I barely managed to sleep last night.

I’m so incredibly tired. My eyes are heavy and I’m having trouble keeping my focus.

Snap.

Love is in front of me, snapping her fingers. I’ll give her my attention soon, but I’m caught in a thought.

That car from last night. I wonder who it was... I think I’ve seen that specific car before. That or the lack of sleep is getting to me and I’m seeing things.

Snap.

I blink repeatedly and then set my sights straight onto Love’s face.

“We open soon. Are you alright? You’re really out of it.” Love asks.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” I smile reassuringly. ”I’ve just been having trouble sleeping.”

Love runs a finger across my forehead. It tingles. She searches my sleep deprived eyes for a moment.

“I understand.” Love smiles back, her worry still woven in there. “How about you come sleep at my place tonight?”

That sounds like a great idea. How long has it been since we slept together? Far too long.

“Sounds like a plan.” I lean forward and place a gentle kiss onto her lips. She shares the same sentiment and we reluctantly part ways a moment later.

Love is still on my mind as I pack up last week’s display. Ah, how I yearn to entangle myself with her. I’m... beginning to fantasize while noting down the amount of unsold copies of the display we have left. I feel weird. Like, a little bothered, maybe. Not because fantasizing about your girlfriend in the open while at work is inappropriate but... I mean, it’s not professional, but that’s not the point. What I’m trying to say is... you’re there. You’re on my mind too— somehow.

In my deepest thoughts, you’re there... sandwiched between us. She loves you so much, you know that? You’re good for her too— you can be good for us.

The familiar jingle I’ve heard oh so many times takes me out of my thoughts. The world around me clears up and I eagerly look around.

You’re not here. I think I’m starting to hear things.

I finally shake you from my mind and store the boxes in storage.

~

Love prepared a delicious meal, as no surprise to anyone. We spent most of the evening talking. Mostly about useless things, like the next colour for the bathroom. Personally, I favour a blue tone. Love seems to want something black and white.

“Zebra print?” I say.

“No! That would actually look awful!” She laughs and almost spills her drink in the process.

“Hey, watch it! I like this shirt.”

“Can I tell you something?” She asks.

“Yeah, whatever you’d like.” I answer, sitting up to listen carefully.

She points to my chest and speaks. “I really don’t like that shirt.”

“I’m hurt.” I feign sadness and she sips her drink.

“—No no, I mean-“ Love gulps before continuing with a softer tone. “-maybe you should take it off?” She raises her eyebrows and I catch on.

“Ooh. Yeah- yeah, sure.” I smile widely and she sets down her drink. Love leans in and kisses me gently, something sweet still on her lips. I can feel my brain already melting as I lean forward as well.

rrRRING.

It’s her phone. Love seems reluctant in her next kiss. I pull her in more, my hands snake themselves around her back.

rrrRRRING.

Now she completely pulls away from me, pushing me aside as she grabs for her phone.

“I’m sorry— it might be Forty.” She pleas as she accepts the incoming call. Again with Forty, huh? He’s starting to seem like more trouble than he’s worth.

“Hey, Y/N.”

I perk up at the name, but I pretend my attention is elsewhere. I pick up our empty plates. I can’t hear what you’re saying, but I see that Love is listening intently.

As I make my way to the kitchen, Love speaks.

“But why? You just came back.”

I quickly and quietly set the plates down and walk back to the living room. I stand by the archway and continue to listen. It doesn’t sound good.

“You can’t. Y/N-“ She’s desperate and I can only imagine what you’re saying on the other end.

Love takes her phone away from her ear and looks at it. “Are you kidding me?” She mumbles before tossing it onto the floor.

“What happened?” I ask, walking into the room and standing by her side.

She reluctantly answers, a pained expression crossing her face. “Y/N. She’s leaving again.”

“Did she tell you why?” I ask quickly, sounding a little too interested.

“No, she didn’t tell me why.” Love leans forward so I can’t see her face, but I can tell in her voice that she’s holding back tears.

“Love,” I sit next to her and place my hand on her back. “It’s alright.”

“No, Will. It’s not alright.” She squeezes her stomach. “I worked so hard to make her comfortable. I’m gonna sound crazy but I thought I finally had her back.” Love quickly places her hand over her mouth in a worrying motion.

“Let me get you some water, okay?” I say, noticing her trembling state. She looks like she’s either going to be sick or start crying.

“I’m going to her apartment.” Love states before attempting to get up. I latch onto her arm and pull her back down onto the sofa.

I speak quickly, grabbing her half empty drink and standing up. “I’ll go. You look like you might throw up. How many drinks have you had?”

“I don’t know... ugh, fine.” She replies meekly and I leave for the kitchen.

Y/N, I thought you were better than this. This is like breaking up over a text, it’s feral. You even hung up on her when she wanted answers. What has you so scared?

Well... You’re not allowed to run from your problems anymore.

~

After bringing Love a glass of water and making sure she made it to her bed, I let her know I’d take care of it.

Love told me to talk you down from this. Apparently, you sounded very frantic in the call.

I’m parked in my car, across the street from where you’re packing up. I can see it in your lit window. You’re moving quickly.

I fix my cap on my head and continue to watch as you disappear from view.

Soon, your light gets turned off. My queue. I step out of the car and wait for you to exit the building.

When I see you open the door, step out with your luggage, and turn to lock up again, I jog across the street.

“Y/N-“

“AH!” You turn around quickly, knees glued together and almost causing you to topple down the steps. “Oh, gosh. You s-scared me.” You fumble with your keys and quickly turn to lock the door.

“Sorry, uhh... what’s the luggage for?” I hum casually.

“I-I’m going on a-a trip. A s-small one.” You feign a smile and scoot passed me. You’re still a liar. A horrible one too.

“Thats not what you told Love.” I say, following behind you.

You’re not saying anything anymore, just rolling your stupid luggage. It doesn’t even have a bell on it.

You’re being childish right now.

“Why would you lie?” I say.

You spin yourself around quickly. “Why would YOU lie?”

Oh.

Oooh. I get it.

We stare into each other’s eyes for a bit. I’m not moving, but you’re shaking like a leaf. You know, and I can tell you regret saying anything.

You turn around again to continue walking at your ridiculously fast pace but— I’m not sure what came over me... I grabbed your forearm and yanked you back. You let out a squeak and throw your luggage into my knee, knocking me off balance for a moment.

I hear an engine start and quickly spot two red lights. It’s a car. A black car, to be more exact.

Fucking perfect.

You try to bolt away, but I don’t let go and instead, pull you into me. I... I don’t know why I’m not letting go. I’m making this worse.

You’re already fully sobbing, it’s actually pretty loud, and you’re trying to hit me. I grab hold of your nose and cover your mouth, pulling you closer into my chest the more you struggled and kicked the air. Your dainty hands are trying to pry my arms away, but you’re growing weak. My focus, however... is on the car.

It pulls out of its parking spot and doesn’t waste any time driving off. Who the hell is that? Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

The lack of oxygen is finally getting to you. You’re letting out muffled screams now, further wasting whatever energy you have left.

I rest my head into the crook of your neck and you finally begin to settle down. I’m tense, angry. I’d like to think it isn’t your fault, but I have a feeling you know who was in that car.

I’m now realizing, as you start to go limp in my hold, I’ve probably made better choices in the past.

#joe goldberg #joe goldberg x reader #love quinn x reader #love quinn #forty quinn x reader #forty quinn #you #netflix you #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #fanfiction

[mmikmmik2]

First impressions of episodes five and six under the readmore

The Astro Queue Car

LMFAOOOOOO at Min-Gi jumping from polite and rule-abiding The Nice One to being a smug asshole. I'm so proud of him. Passive-aggressive-ing his little heart out.

PASSIVE AGGRESSION IS AN EXTREME SPORT AND MIN-GI IS WINNING.

But yeah, jokes aside, obviously Min-Gi should be treating Ryan better. I'm definitely interpreting this a lot as Min-Gi acting in perceived emotional self defense but there's probably also some malicious "SEE, YOU WERE WRONG TO GO ON WITHOUT ME" revenge here.

I saw several other people speculating that Ryan might like the train, and I definitely thought that was plausible too, but Min-Gi almost seemed to like in this episode getting to just hang out with Ryan and be superior the whole time. But I also definitely think his anger that (as he saw it, or wanted to believe he saw it) Ryan wasn't learning lessons was legitimate. Feel like both of the guys both have a lot of paradoxical simultaneously contradictory emotions going on and both keep failing to reach the core of their issues with themselves and with each other - it feels believable that they keep ping-ponging back to 202.

LOVED the moment where they realized the astronauts are all dead. Very visually cool and creepy, and I loved Min-Gi's realization that standing still could be just as much of a mistake as making the wrong move.

Love the continuing theme of like... rushing ahead alone, and refusing to follow, can both be forms of abandonment

When the lobby of the party tower got weird and I recognized it as the moment in the trailer when the Steward appeared, I legitimately started saying "YESSSS. YESSSS," over and over again out loud. I fucking love the Steward. And Kez freezing? Is that because she's a denizen? Oh my god. I hate seeing denizens harmed but I love when they have vulnerabilities because they're artificial beings (like Atticus being turned into a ghom - we have no definitive proof but I can't imagine Amelia could do that to a human - it feels obvious to me that the orbs could only be used to "reprogram" beings that were created by those orbs in the first place). Listen, seasons two and three spoiled me with existential horror and weirdness, but apart from /maybe/ Lake hitting the invisible walls in The Wasteland they never had any "REALITY IS RIPPING APART AT THE SEAMS" horror moments the way season one did (the sun spasming in the corgi car as the Steward put its claws into that miniature world's guts? the sky behind the sky in the unfinished car? Atticus's transformation? the half-finished world being built within the engine? so good, so juicy) and I am so, so hopeful we're gonna see the Steward bring some of that tastiness this season.

The Party Car

THIS EPISODE WAS SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD

FAVORITE OF THE SEASON SO FAR

Like it delivered on multiple levels

LOVE the development for the guys, love that Ryan tried to hide the Chicken Choice Judy shirt (looks like that logo is also one of the stickers on his guitar case? but the sticker isn't nearly as big a sign of vulnerability as keeping a shirt that's too small for him to wear just because Min-Gi made it for him) and Min-Gi tried to downplay his stylophone.

I really like that Min-Gi explicitly talked about anti-Asian bias and how he was worried they'd hit a glass ceiling (if that's the right phrase to use here?) even if they were relatively successful as musicians. I was expecting this season to make an effort to build on Ryan and Min-Gi's race as part of their characters, because I've gotten the impression the writers of InfTrain do care about doing that kind of thing right, but I assumed it would stay on the level of subtext and minor incidents like Min-Gi's manager mispronouncing his name. I'm glad the show got to go there and have a character talk about racism and how it affects him.

Loved that they repeated the part with Ryan on-stage waiting for Min-Gi, but this time Ryan didn't leave while Min-Gi stayed, they had a reassuring talk between the two of them where they came to understand each other better. I /love/ when InfTrain has moments like that, where characters redo a persistent narrative/theme in their life but change the ending.

Really though I felt so fucking bad for Ryan, I was like hearing the audio from the "You can pinpoint the second when his heart rips in half" meme when he was up on stage and realized Min-Gi wasn't coming, /again/

Really liked Kez being pigeonholed as "the funny one"/"the fuckup" in her friend group. Feels like a major theme this season is characters being afraid of being perceived as failures and trying to control what other people think of them.

Almost teared up at the final moment of Min-Gi inviting Kez to join the private party in the bathroom and him and Ryan quietly, comfortably jamming together. I'm gonna cry I love them all so much

LOOOOOOVED THE TRAIN LORE THIS EPISODE

I loved getting to see a mixed denizen friend group apparently roaming the car looking for parties, that was so juicy

THE FUCKING BOOTS ARE FOR CONTROLLING PASSENGERS? THEY'RE RESTRAINING BOLTS TO GLUE THEIR FEET TO THE FLOOR WHILE THE STEWARD IS TALKING TO THEM? THAT'S HORRIBLE AND I LOVE IT!!!!

So it looks like the jumpsuits and boots DID used to be standard issue for passengers, and Amelia just got her stuff back at some point between boarding and when we saw her in the season premiere! One wtf that sucks!!!

I love that there's this creepy procedure for the Steward to like deliver messages from on high, I love how weird and disturbing it was, I love that Kez iirc said something along the lines of being used to that (i.e. her getting frozen) happening sometimes HOW OFTEN DOES THAT HAPPEN? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THAT, ONE?

So, the Steward seemed to have been traveling through the train issuing that message to all passengers? I think that was implied in One's broadcast? So interesting, I wonder how many other changes in procedure have been implemented that way. My first impression was that One was using it to broadcast from a different car, but I guess it wasn't explicitly clear if he was using the Steward like a remote speaker or if he was behind that mask the whole time and just didn't feel the need to flip it up to address the guys more directly.

There was a moment where the Steward paused and there was muffled dialogue but I couldn't hear it at all... I don't have closed captions turned on right now (if they'll even work if I do turn them on, I cannot emphasize enough what a piece of shit the HBO Max website is)... my first thought was that One backed away from the "mic" while he and Amelia were talking (it would make sense if this change in procedure were something Amelia talked him into somehow?) but maybe that was his two personalities murmuring to each other? Hm.

#infinity train spoilers

[winterscaptain]

and the last one for now (till we get more of the 100 arc) - we kinda need a director's cut on enough? 🥺 (BECAUSE YOU SPOIL US WITH SHOWING HIS RECOVERY).

anything for you my love! (i have a LOT of these coming, so i’ll queue them up through the rest of the week :))

commentary in bold italics because i cant figure out how to do the fancy colors

You knock on his door, takeout in your hand. “It’s me!”

After a minute of silence on the other side of the door, you take your keys out of your pocket and start to open the door. “Don’t shoot me. I’m using my keys.” You move to open it, and the chain is in place. 

Okay I just love the fact that they have a key to his apartment?? After everything he’s been through and how unsafe he feels in his home? I’m soft. 

Damn it, Aaron. 

Then - 

Is he okay?

The transition to light panic here was really important to me - I wanted to establish right away that the threat and the fear was still there, and the last time they couldn’t find Aaron, he was stabbed nine (!!) times.

“Aaron?” You call through the gap in the door. You leave the keys in the door and pull your phone out of your pocket, hitting the first number on your speed dial. 

You hear his phone ring, a smack, and both from down the hallway and through the speaker (with an echo): “Hotchner.” 

“I’m here with dinner. Open the door.” 

His voice is thick with sleep. “You have a key, right?”

“The chain is on. I’m surprised I didn’t trip the alarm.” 

He makes a little dissatisfied noise and hangs up. I love him. You can hear him plant his feet and walk down the hallway. You smile a little at him as he approaches the door, almost looking inconvenienced as he shuts it, removes the chain lock, and opens it again. 

“Are you seriously upset that I brought you food?” 

No, dear, that’s just his face. 

He shakes his head and steps back, letting you in before closing it.  “No, sorry. I just didn’t mean to fall asleep.” 

You take stock of him as he turns his back on you and sits on the couch, settling with a slowness that looks painful. You set the food down and then return to lock the door. It’s easier for him to answer your question when you’re not looking at him. 

I love how well they know him. Like...he refuses to be vulnerable with the rest of the team, and even with them, he only feels safe when he can’t be seen. 

“How are you feeling?”

A sigh. “Alright.” 

And yet...

You look over your shoulder as you slide the chain lock back into place. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t work.” 

His head is in the takeout bag as he answers, still avoiding your eyes. “I’m sore and I can’t sleep at night and everything is healing slower than I want.”

There we go. There we go, indeed. 

You sit beside him. “Do your dressings need to be changed?” 

“I got most of them earlier, and Jess came over to help me yesterday, but there are a few that need to wrap around and I can’t -” He stops with a huff. “I can’t reach without -”

You put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I got it.” 

His jaw is tight, shaky. “Thanks.” 

Hotch and them just communicate with each other so well. They can understand what he needs and how he needs it presented to him. 

“First,” you say, grabbing one of the boxes, “food.” 

There’s a grateful little pull of his lips as you dig in. The news is on, but you pick up the remote and change it to some ridiculous reality TV program. 

“I was watching that.” 

“No you weren’t.” 

He wasn’t. 

This made me LAUGH like you wouldn’t believe. My parents do this all the time and it always makes me smile. 

You avoid his exasperated eyes as you set the remote on your side of the couch - farther than he can reach without stretching. 

You eat together in silence, the trainwreck on the television only marginally holding your attention. When you glance at him, you catch the side of his face twinge when he reaches for his glass of water.

“You know, not taking your pain meds doesn’t make you Captain America. It just makes you stupid, and in pain.” 

This is the piece of dialogue that got me started on this little fic. I was like “wait a minute - this fucker won’t take his meds and he’ll need someone to take care of him and the writers DEPRIVED us of joy so maybe i’ll just give myself a little joy, as a treat.

He levels you with a glare. 

+++

“Stop squirming.” 

“Sorry.” 

We love starting in the middle of a conversation/activity. I really hate writing build-up to stuff if it’s not actually relevant, so I’ve kind of worked on making scene starts feel active without being too abrupt. I’ve been known to write full on scenes and then just chop the shit out of them for pacing and structure. 

My outtakes document is like 25 pages long because I never really get rid of anything. 

With gentle fingers, you tape and tuck gauze around one of the wounds on his ribs. He flinches, a little pained noise leaving his throat. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your fingers flutter for a second before setting back to work. Reaching blindly behind you, you grab the roll of gauze wrapping. “Hang on for just a second - this isn’t going to feel good.” 

He takes a deep breath (as deep as he can, anyway, considering his injuries), and you begin wrapping the dressing around his ribs, passing the roll from one hand to the other. He grits his teeth whenever it pulls the right amount, and your lower lip disappears between your teeth. 

I probably watched Aaron being in pain in carious episodes for close to an hour while putting this together. It sucked. 

“I’m going to tuck it in front so you can reach it, okay?”

He nods, his eyes closed. 

You’re sitting on his desk while he’s perched on the edge of his chair, his arm resting along the back - up and out of the way. This is the only place in the apartment he’s comfortable removing his shirt. 

Every other room has a mirror or a big window. 

ALRIGHT we’re gonna touch on Aaron’s insecurities here - we see his growth and confidence shift by the time we see him and Reader in mean it, where he feels comfortable when they take his shirt off and see his scars. 

“Okay, one more.”

You’ve saved the hardest one for last, but it has to go in that order. It’s the one just above his collarbone, right off the hollow of his throat, that needs the most attention and frequent changes. 

I noticed this dressing - the one right below his neck - on my final rewatch of Faceless, Nameless. I was scanning for things I missed, not looking at anything I’d seen before, and that just stood out to me. Thus, we got the extension of this scene that was originally going to end with “Every other room...window.” 

You tip his chin with the tip of your finger, giving you more space to work. 

Okay I didn’t even touch on the touching in this one. I think this is the most contact they’ve ever had, and I think something shifts in their friendship after this. 

Gingerly pulling at the tape, you remove the soiled dressing. Aaron’s breath comes as deep as he can through his teeth. When it quickens, you stop. 

You readjust so he can keep his head where it is and you can sit in his eye line. He meets your eyes with a tight jaw. 

Yes, we are mirroring the shaving scene in mean it here! There are a lot of mirror moments between that fic and this one - a kind of breakthrough of intimacy in both cases. 

“What can I do, Aaron?”

He closes his eyes again and tilts his head further to the side. “Just keep going.” 

The tears come unbidden into your eyes as you continue your work, but your hands and breath are steady. They are so moved to his pain it literally made me cry. I just thought of the way their hands must have shook and like...the sight of the wound itself. My best friend was hospitalized two years ago, and even seeing her in any pain just brought me straight to tears. For these two, where that’s so part of their everyday, I can’t even fathom it. You can hear him match his breath to yours and you’re thankful for your relative composure.  

The wound still looks wretched - angry and red and black and blue and weeping - but it’s not infected. 

You hold a towel up and he gingerly presses it to his chest while you reach for the wound wash, hiding your face from him. This is as much about protecting themself as it is about protecting Aaron. 

“Thirty seconds, thirty seconds,” you assure him. “Do you want me to count?”

I like the implication that they’ve counted the thirty seconds for him before, so I left it there. 

He shakes his head. “Just do it.” 

You shoot a gentle stream of the solution across the open tissue, held together by more stitches than you want to count, both internal and external. There are SO many delicate little ligaments and muscle fibers in the neck and upper chest - I asked my dad about it (reminder: he’s a former paramedic from Alameda county where paramedics can make an execute medical decisions lmao) and he said neck and clavicle injuries were a nightmare. Apparently, it’s like a minefield in there. The other arteries and delicate tissues of the body dont have so many key items, but the neck (obviously) does, with lots of room to damage upper and lower respiratory tracks. Thus...Lots of stitches. Anguished noises leave his chest through his teeth and you know he’s trying to suppress them with unsteady breath. His eyes are shut impossibly tight, and you can see unauthorized tears gathering in the corners. 

Unauthorized tears came to me while I was searching in vain for an appropriate adjective here. I didn’t want to just say that he was crying - it wasn’t good enough. I wanted to demonstrate that he didn’t want to cry, that neither one of them wanted to make the other feel badly for their own anguish. 

This is always the hardest part, and you’ve never gotten through it without crying. You hate how much he hurts. It’s like you can feel it yourself, the sting, the bone-deep ache, the throbbing. 

Tears fall down your cheeks, some landing on your shirt and others wandering down your throat. 

Even then, he knows you don’t pity him. 

If he thought that, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him.

You wash and dab, wash and dab, until the wound is clean and fluid-free, apologizing the whole time. You throw both the wash and gauze to the side and reach for fresh wrapping while swiping at your eyes. 

Fuck. 

“Just a second.” 

You’ve touched your face, so now you have to wash your hands. Again. We love good hygiene practice! You leave him and go into the kitchen, wash and dry your hands, and return to him. 

He catches your eyes before you settle back down. There’s something behind his eyes you can’t name, and it sends something flying around your body. 

That’s love, babey!! Haley smacked sense into him since last we talked and Reader has NO clue! Wild! I love dramatic irony!

You always feel a little guilty for your tears, but he understands. He thought for a moment, in the beginning, about what he would do if the situation was reversed. 

I can just see Aaron thinking of this, almost getting stuck on it. He’s so sensory-oriented, so grounded in sensation and memory, that he would force himself to feel the full brunt of a hypothetical scenario where Reader is seriously injured. 

He doesn’t have to imagine too hard because of course he remembers the gunshot wound in through and through, but it would be different if they were hospitalized or something. 

After scant seconds of consideration, he had decided he could never be as composed as you, as vulnerable and open as you. He could never offer to clean and dress your wounds - the thought of causing you pain of any sort, even helpful pain, was unbearable. 

Besides that, he would be so angry that you were hurt at all and wouldn’t be able to keep his hands steady. 

Nothing like the barely-contained rage of cis white men born in the 1960′s! (Or maybe I’m just projecting my father here....anyways.....)

At the very least, he would probably scare you with the intensity of his fury. Anyone who ever laid a hand on you would be subject to a wrath comparable to that of God. 

And Aaron’s mom is Catholic, so he would know. 

I can’t wait to have more Mama Hotch! (For those of you who haven’t gotten to the reality check trilogy, I’ve named her Evelyn because a. it was popular when she was born and b. I needed Aaron’s mom to have a soft and elegant name) 

There is not a moment where he takes your execution of this particular task for granted. He knows how difficult it is. He thinks, perhaps, that this is the bravest act of love he’s ever seen. 

I love the way Aaron shows love. He’s adoring in kind of a different way, brave in a different way. There’s so much hiding beneath him if you know where and how to look. I don’t think people, either in the show or in the fandom or in general, really look critically at him that way. 

But could you love him?

Love?

No. 

Too old. Too broken. Too divorced. Too married to work. Too poor a father. Too many other things that make me wholly undeserving. 

He couldn’t, wouldn’t, subject you to himself. 

God I mean there is SO MUCH in him that internalizes EVERYTHING. He thinks everything is his fault and I just????? Ugh.

He’s satisfied loving you in silence. He’d done it for a while now, he realized, after his conversation with Haley. 

It would have to be enough.

It would have to be enough to watch you carry on with your joyful, vibrant life. 

It would have to be enough to watch your face light up for someone who loves you, who puts a ring on your finger and makes you happy. 

It would have to be enough to spoil your children if and when you became a parent, to hold the title ‘Uncle Aaron’ instead of ‘Dad.’

I added this last bit as almost an afterthought, and it was the one everyone seemed to love the most. Looking back, it’s my favorite too. 

It would have to be enough to know you would outlive him and die loved. 

It would have to be enough. 

You pick up your tools again, using three fingertips this time to tip his head to the side at the temple. He almost smiles. 

Here, I think its the juxtaposition between the direction of his thoughts and their gentle touch that makes him smile. It’s not a happy one, but I think its one of acceptance. He’s in a place, in this moment, where he actually trusts that they’ll be there. 

“What?”

He shakes his head the barest amount and raises his eyebrows. “Nothing.” 

I think they would have told them, if there was some way to explain it. But there wasn’t. 

With a roll of your still-watery eyes, you get back to work, folding and pressing the gauze to the wound with a light, even pressure. You try to ignore Aaron’s hiss as the smile dissolves off his face, replaced by restraint and pain. 

Holding the pad in place with one hand, you take the tape, hanging the roll on your thumb while you pull with your other hand. You tape all around the perimeter of it, gently warming the adhesive against his skin. 

“Alright. Almost done.” 

You have him hold the end right under the wound while you stand to better get around him. Once, like a sash, around his shoulder and across his back and under his other arm, once around his ribs, repeat. 

Again, you tear and tuck it in front so he can reach, and gently pat it into place. 

When it’s low-profile enough to disappear under his shirt -

“Finished.” 

You turn and gather everything into the little bin that lives under his bathroom counter before he can say anything. And this is their way of hiding from him. I purposefully focused in on Hotch’s inner monologue during this part, instead of Reader’s. We already know how they feel and how much they love him and yet deny it from here to next year. I thought it was much more interesting to examine Aaron’s acceptance of his feelings in this moment. He watches you, and you can feel his eyes at your back. 

The first time you came to visit after he got home, he was worried you’d look at him differently, was worried you’d pity him. 

This was originally up where the first mention of pity is, but I needed that inner moment with Aaron before I went back to a recollection. 

He shouldn’t have.

You showed up at the door looking at him just the same way you always did. He wasn’t sure quite what way that was, exactly, but it was the same. 

The first time you offered to help him with his dressings, he refused outright. It was only when you saw that a wound on his left side had ripped a little and bled through his shirt that you wrestled him down and took care of it. 

Harder still than exposing his pain? Taking off his shirt. You’d reached for the top button the first time and he flinched like he’d been burned. 

He refused to meet your eyes. 

This little memory was SUCH a clear image in my head - it was such a struggle to figure out where and how to include it. I was happy that I found a way to do it in a way that wasn’t jarring and didn’t detract.

“What on earth are you so afraid of?”

He opened his mouth as if he was going to raise his voice at you, but then snapped it shut, his jaw working. His eyes were trained on the carpet. 

“Hey.” 

He looked at you somewhat reluctantly. 

“It’s just me.”

I know, he thought, that’s the problem. 

“This,” you gesture to his general torso area, “is not going to scare me or freak me out. What does freak me out, however -” You point at him with a packet of sterile gauze. “- is the thought of you trying to do this on your own, ripping your stitches, you not going back to the hospital, getting infected, going septic, and having a generally bad time.”

He finally speaks, the barest bit of sarcasm in his tone. “That’s quite a reach, isn’t it?”

You shoot him a withering look. “If you can look me in the eye and tell me you’d willingly go back to get your stitches fixed every time you ripped them, I’ll leave you alone.” 

He won't meet your eyes again, looking like a guilty child as his eyes wander to the corner of the room with a bit of a squint. 

You made your point rather elegantly. 

You pass him his shirt over your shoulder and he takes it, slipping his arms into the sleeves. 

BECAUSE IT’S NORMAL. Reader simply doesn’t acknowledge his vulnerability because they don’t need to. They just accept it in him and make it safe. 

His ridiculous number of button ups were coming in handy, especially considering the increased risk of stains. You’ve soaked more shirts in peroxide in the last week than you care to count. 

Occupational hazard, I guess. 

Getting blood out of dress shirts is an ART and Reader has MASTERED it.

You pick up the little bin and take it back into the bathroom, your fingers tracing over the framed photos of Haley and Jack in the hall as you pass. 

There’s one of you and Haley, too, at some sort of summer function where you were all together. If you aren’t mistaken, Jess took the photo as you and Haley lounged in lawn chairs, laughing.

I love these little scenes that are captured in pictures. Most of the pictures I write in are not only for implicit characterization, but to capture little images and scenes I can’t find context for, or aren’t something I can put into a fic in any kind of neat and orderly way. 

So, just like in my head, they live in still or just-moving-a-little images. 

Another one of the two of you sits on the dresser in Aaron’s bedroom. You’ve never seen it. 

It’s another Jess-capture. Haley has Jack in her arms, kissing him on one cheek with a smile while you press a kiss to the other, eyes shut tight. One of your hands rests lightly on Haley’s arm, the other makes bunny ears over Jack’s head. The boy’s face is all crinkled like he hates it, but Aaron knows that photo was bookended by a screech of laughter and many, many giggles. 

It’s times like this where I wish I could draw Reader, so I could take this and paint it. I still might try with a vague impression of them....But I’m not sure. 

+++

You bounce into the office in the morning, looking no worse for wear even after spending the night on Aaron’s couch. 

Hey, it’s a comfortable couch.

The pair of you stayed out on the couch watching bad movies far later than you meant to, but it’s alright. 

I just LOVE this image. 

Not the first time that’s happened. 

You could neither confirm nor deny that Aaron slept, but you saw, through his open bedroom door, that he was still and quiet for most of the night. 

The open door was an important detail here. Naturally, Aaron would want to close himself off to as much of a threat as possible, but I think he actually feels safer with the door open when Reader is there just outside of it, rather than the alternative. 

“You look chipper this morning,” Penelope notes. 

You shrug. “I slept well last night.” 

“How’s Hotch?” Emily asks. 

Oh, gals you have no idea how related those questions are. 

That’s another mirror moment to mean it, by the way. 

You make a little wavering noise. “About how you’d expect, but alright.” 

It’s later in the day when Dave pulls you aside and thanks you, wrapping you in his arms. 

You lean into him and you’re almost frustrated, but not surprised, when tears press at your eyes again. It seems you’re made of them, these days. 

“We’re so lucky to have you.”

You shake your head, burrowing into his shoulder. “Other way around.” 

He pulls back and kisses you on the cheek, patting your other one affectionately before offering his hand to you. “Agree to disagree?”

You roll your eyes and shake on it. 

“Sure, Dave. Sure.” 

This reminds me of that little scene in redamancy when Dave and Mom are talking about how much he deserves to have one of the babies named after him. 

And thus concludes director’s commentary for enough!! I’m always happy to answer process questions if y’all have any!!

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you. [tom holland] - five.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! sexual innuendos are present kids! a bit of fluff, a bit of angst. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish! this is definitely a filler chapter tho. 

WORD COUNT: 3761 words

SONG INSPO: hard times - paramore

A/N: hiya babes! sorry if i skipped a two weeks-worth of an update, got caught up from uni & my part-time job. been writing for uni a lot, and ngl yall kinda wanna cry! anyways, the amount of love i’ve received for this series is wild you guys!!! thank you so much for the kind words! i know i suck at replying but please know that i really appreciate it you guys and y’all make me feel soft and so loved 🥺 sorry again for the late update, hope this makes up for it!! enjoy part five & happy reading x 🥰💛

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vanessa’s masterlist | one | two | three | four | six | seven | eight | eight.5 [interview excerpt] 

You woke up by the sun beaming on your face. Already dreading the day, you pulled the covers over your head and buried yourself in the pile of pillows that were taking up most of the space on your bed. God, you were exhausted from yesterday. 

See, yesterday- yesterday was a blur. Everything happened so fast. You and Tom were trending on Twitter for god-knows how many hours. Headlines about you two dating were plastered everywhere. 

It made you roll your eyes. Do people care that much? And they do. People cared a lot about you two. People said that you two look great together, while a handful said you were in it for the clout. Technically, we both are. 

So, now that you got the people’s attention, what’s next? 

Well, for starters, they started tracking yours and Tom’s relationship from where and how it started. They wouldn’t find anything because you two aren’t really dating in the first place. 

However, they did compilations of possible hints that you two were dating-or maybe was just getting to know each other. Luckily for you two, you followed each other on Instagram for quite a while now so you got that foundation to build up. 

You liked some of his photos before, as did he. You actually found Tom quite adorable back then. The first time you saw him was when you saw Captain America: Civil War with your friends. You and your friends bonded over watching Marvel movies and once you saw Tom Holland as Peter Parker on screen, it was safe to say that you weren’t just crushing on Sebastian Stan anymore. 

However, you did convince yourself that nothing trumps over your crush on Sebastian Stan. You also convinced yourself that you were crushing on Peter Parker-not Tom Holland. Peter Parker was sweet and kind, Tom Holland was not. 

You pushed off the covers and finally pulled yourself out of bed. After doing your morning routine, you threw yourself into the couch with a coffee in hand while a toast on the other. 

Today was your last day off before you went back to taping so you were expecting a pretty dull day today- that is until your phone kept on buzzing.

You looked at the caller ID before letting out a huge groan, “Zoë, Please for the love of God, it’s my day off.” 

“Good morning to you too, Y/N.” Your manager said on the other line. “And I know it’s your day off, I just wanted to check up on you.” 

You furrowed your brows. “That sounds oddly suspicious, what are you planning to do, Zoë?” 

“Would you relax, Y/N? I was just asking if you have anything to do for your day off.” She replied. 

“I’ll probably do a bit of grocery shopping later, but other than that I might bury myself in blankets and watch movies in the living room.” You answered and took a bite of your toast, frowning as you tried to swallow your sad and bland breakfast. 

“Okay, that’s good to know-Oh, and I also wanted to tell you that your taping tomorrow has been moved for the next two days. Apparently, Alissa won’t be back till tomorrow.” 

“Oh, thank god,” You sighed, relieved to hear that you have another day off. “Thanks for the heads up, Zo. I’ll see ‘ya soon.” You hung up the phone and finished the piece of toast. 

You watched a few episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine before you gathered up the will to get yourself ready. After taking a well-deserved warm bath and doing your extensive skincare routine -watching videos about Koreans sharing their skincare routine on Youtube really got the best of you and your bank account- You put on a plain white shirt and paired it with your favourite pair of mom jeans. 

As you grabbed your keys and your wallet, ready to bust out the door, you heard your phone ring. 

“Are you home?” 

“Yes, I am, Ronnie. Why are you asking?” You asked her. 

“Cool. Can you open the door please?” She asked on the other line. 

Confused, you opened your front door and sure enough, Veronica was standing in front of your apartment wearing her university sweatshirt and denim jeans. 

“Oh thank god you’re ready, I had the most awful day at school. I just received my paper for my 400-level political science class and let’s just say that the mark I got, I haven’t done it in bed for a while now.” Veronica ranted off, taking her shoes off before placing her books on the coffee table. 

It took you a solid minute before you just realized what she just said. “Ronnie, I don’t want to know about your sex life-” You said before you fixed your hair. “Or lack thereof.” 

“I could really use some good fucking, ‘yannoe?” 

“Jesus Christ, Ronnie-” You sighed as you handed her shoes back to her. “C’mon, I have to do some serious grocery shopping.”

“Okay, but I’m driving,” Ronnie said as she grabbed her car keys. “You’re a horrible driver.” 

“Works for me,” You shrugged and locked the front door. 

The travel to the grocery store was typical: you two belting One Direction songs the whole time. You and Veronica were strolling the yogurt aisle when she asked about your whole love life situation. 

“Oi, I thought you and Tom weren’t dating?” She asked as she put an assorted pack of yogurt down the cart. 

“I’m never going to eat that,” You pointed at the yogurt. “And we aren’t.” 

“I will eat it whenever I stop by unannounced at your place,” Veronica argued. “Then what’s with that photo that I’ve seen with you two holding hands yesterday?” 

You looked around, checking if there was anybody within-distance that could hear whatever you were about to say. “We’re not actually dating.” You murmured.

“Come again?” Veronica asked, completely lost. 

“We’re just doing it for publicity.” You whispered loud enough for Ronnie to hear. 

“I’m sorry, but how exactly did it escalate to that?” She asked, totally confused. 

“Remember that stunt I pulled at the club the other day?” 

“Yeah, you were all over the news.” 

“That was the reason as to why it had to escalate to me and him dating.” You answered as you pushed the cart again. 

“Yeah, no, I need a cup of coffee before we do this, I’m all caffeine-out,” Veronica said before she bid of herself off and went towards the Starbucks that was found near the entrance of the store. 

You rolled your eyes playfully at your friend and carried on completing the least stressful adult task for you. 

It was actually quite serene. You managed to finish your shopping without people noticing you-well, that’s a stretch. People did notice you. Most of them gave you an acknowledging nod followed by a small smile, some of them asked for a photo, and only a few just stared at you-which you didn’t mind. 

You were paying for your things when Veronica appeared right beside you with a cup of coffee in hand. “What? Did the line at Starbucks reach the parking lot? What took you so long?” 

“No, but a cute guy bought me a drink.” She beamed, taking a sip of her coffee. 

You chuckled. “Good for you, Ronnie.”

“Y/N, girl, I swear- he has the most gorgeous eyes.” Ronnie carried on, the smile was stuck on her face. “Oh, he was so sweet.” She sighed happily. 

You were happy for your friend since it’s not every day she meets someone that she’s completely enamoured with. However, she can express her liking for this guy while helping you load the grocery back in the cart. “Ronnie, that sounds great and all, but can you help me with the groceries so we can leave now?” You practically begged. 

Veronica nodded and helped you load the groceries back in the cart, immediately speeding up the process. Taking too much time fixing your groceries at the till always gave you anxiety, especially when there’s a long queue behind you. 

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Veronica gasped as you two were walking towards the parking lot. 

“What? What happened? Are you okay?” You asked, completely baffled. 

“I forgot to tell you that he has this amazing accent,” She sighed, making you roll your eyes. 

“Ronnie, I swear to god I will fucking kill you.” You grumbled as Veronica opened the trunk of her car and started handing you the groceries for you to put in. 

“I forgot to get his name though,” She mumbled. “which is a bummer because he was honestly a godsend.” 

All you could do was roll your eyes as you were lost for words. 

“Oh, quit rolling your eyes at me. Just because you have a boyfriend, doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to have one.” Ronnie pointed out. 

“As if I actually have a boyfriend,” You countered, finishing up with the groceries.

“Whatever,” Veronica mumbled and shut off the trunk of her car. “I’ll just put this cart back and-”

“Hey, Veronica, was it?” 

You and Veronica both turned your heads towards the person who just called Veronica’s name. As soon as she saw who the voice belonged to, it gave her extreme delight. 

“Yes,” She beamed at the brunette with insanely blue eyes. “We talked earlier but I didn’t get your name.” 

“Sorry ‘bout that. I had to take a phone call and when I got back, you weren’t there.” The guy explained. You took a good look at him. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. 

“No, you’re okay! I had to go back to my friend here-which reminds me,” Veronica pulled you closer “This is my best friend, Y/N, Y/N, this is-” 

“Harrison,” The guy smiled at you and extended his hand for you to shake. You politely shook his hand and after what seemed like an eternity, his eyes widened. “Wait, You’re Y/N L/N, right? From the Alchemist?” 

You gave him a small nod, still trying to figure out who he is. “You’re also Tom’s girlfriend, I presume?” He asked a bit shyly. 

“Great. I can’t believe I have to live with that label attached to my name now.” You thought to yourself.

You weren’t exactly sure if and how you were going to answer his question. Where are you with this stunt anyway? Are you and Tom supposed to be vocal about your relationship or were you two just blatant and left the people to figure out for themselves? 

Harrison seemed to take notice of your hesitation in regard to the question. “It’s okay,” He says softly. “I know.” 

“Pardon me?” 

“I know the real deal about you and Tom.” He whispered. 

There was a look of panic in Veronica’s eyes. “Yeah, that they’re totally in love.” She said defensively. You, however, seemed unbothered. You were also curious. You’ve seen Harrison before but you couldn’t point out where you’ve seen him. 

“Harrison, you’re Tom’s best friend, yeah?” You asked him, starting to get a picture of how familiar he is. 

Harrison nodded. “I wasn’t really expecting for our first meeting to be like this.” He chuckled. 

“Eh, it’s alright,” You shrugged. “Much better for us to meet this way and in our own circumstance, considering your friend makes everything ten times more unbearable.”

Harrison let out a small laugh, “Tom’s not that bad once you get to know him.”

“Oh trust me, I know him plenty and so far, I’m not liking it.” You argued quite defensively. “Well, I’ll leave you two to chat for a bit as I put this cart back in its place.” You said as you gave Veronica a short look, in which she beamed at you in return. 

You purposely took your time with returning the pushcart back in its rightful area. You fumbled with your phone for a bit, checking your Twitter only to find out that you’re still trending and people still have no idea what to feel about you and Tom’s relationship. 

“Why did I pour my drink all over him again?” You asked yourself in frustration. 

As you walked back towards Ronnie’s car, you saw your best friend and Harrison talk animatedly around each other with their smiles never leaving their faces. 

The tad bitter side of you wondered if their mouths hurt from all that smiling, it also made you wonder if it’s even okay for a normal person to smile that much. However, the better part of you was glad that your best friend was happy. Veronica needed to be happy. 

Soon after, they bid their goodbyes, not before exchanging phone numbers. Harrison gave you a friendly wave-goodbye before he walked towards his car. 

As soon as you sat on the passenger seat of Ronnie’s car, you were already greeted by a huge smile on her face. 

“Okay, don’t get mad-” Ronnie began.

You groaned. Knowing your best friend, you knew that she did something that will get you mad. “Ronnie, what did you do?” 

“Okay, so I know that tonight was supposed to be our movie night but I just couldn’t help it! You know me through thick and thin, Y/N! You know how I do things impulsively around guys that I’m interested in. I’m like a mindless machine around them! I don’t even know why I’m talking this much when I usually have everything under control but Harrison-” 

“Ronnie sweetie, breathe,” You said with your hands placed on top of her shoulders. “You are babbling and I need you to get straight to the point.”  

Veronica took a deep breath before she said the words that almost made you want to smack the living daylights out of your friend. “I invited Harrison for dinner and I told him he can bring Tom too.” 

“Could you stop?” Veronica threw the kitchen towel at you as you continued to glare at her. “You’re being childish, hon.” 

“I am not being childish! You’re being childish.” You argued, crossing your arms. 

Veronica just stared at you, her face seemingly screams that she’s absolutely done with you. 

“Okay, so maybe I am being childish,” You admitted. “But you threw the towel at me so I’m not the only one here with an attitude.” 

Veronica rolled her eyes as she finished setting up the table. You two were supposed to have pasta over dinner and have a Harry Potter movie marathon while eating junk food. Well, you two were still going to do it, except this time you’re joined by Harrison and Tom. 

“This is the worst thing you’ve ever done to me,” You said dramatically. 

“Y/N, hon, you’re exaggerating. I’m pretty sure this evening’s not going to be bad.” Ronnie commented. 

Veronica left the kitchen and proceeded to the living room to check her makeup in the mirror that was propped over the wall. You followed her into the living room and threw yourself on the couch. 

“Ronnie, why did you even invite them? Don’t you have classes tomorrow? Also, aren’t you supposed to be writing your paper for your social class?” You asked as you watched Ronnie retouch her makeup. 

You were trying your best to cancel this dinner. You tried to reason with your best friend though because this is your house in the first place. However, she pulled the “This is my chance in getting myself a love life” card and she has moaned for years that she really wants to meet someone. You’d do anything for Veronica’s happiness. You’d also do anything to keep your best friend quiet about how she wants to date so bad. 

“I already have my draft for that paper, just need to edit it,” Ronnie replied as she applied a coat of mascara. “Besides, I don’t have any classes on Mondays, you knew that.”

“Right,” you mumbled. “Still think this is a bad idea though. Things got so unbearable with Tom yesterday, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle another day with that guy ever again.” 

After your whole lunch scene with Tom yesterday, it felt suffocating. It was unbearable. He was back with his usual snarky attitude and it drove you mad. 

You learned one sure thing about your set-up though: He was only charming around other people, but if it’s just you two? He was a jerk. 

Not even a minute later, the doorbell rang. You got up and checked who was at the door and sure enough, two familiar faces filled up the screen. 

“Speaking of the devil,” You muttered before opening the door and was greeted by Harrison who gave you a hug. 

“Thanks for having us over, Y/N” Harrison said as he pulled away from the short hug. He then proceeded to give Veronica one, and it was obvious that his intentions were solely focused on her anyway. 

“Uh, yeah. No problem.” You said almost awkwardly as you gave Ronnie a look, who in turn mouthed a grateful ‘Thank you’. 

You turned back to the door and saw that Tom standing there, a stoic look on his face. He looked like he came out of a photoshoot based on the clothes he was wearing: slouchy black button-ups and a pair of denim jeans. “Holland,” You greeted him as you opened the door a bit wider. 

“Y/L/N,” He said as he gave you a once-over. “You look...” Tom seemed like he was really trying hard to think of a nice word to say. 

“Don’t strain yourself,” You said as you rolled your eyes.

You were wearing an oversized band shirt -that was tied in a knot at the front- and paired it with high-waisted patterned pants. You and Ronnie shared a small argument on what you should wear for dinner. 

She insisted that you should dress for your comfort while looking presentable and you argued that that is the outfit that gave you comfort. 

You also argued that Ronnie and her guests should be glad that you weren’t wearing sweatpants like you anticipated before Ronnie invited people for dinner. 

“Good because I wasn’t planning to,” Tom nagged, sending you into absolute overdrive.  

As soon as he had his back turned on you, you resisted the urge of strangling him right then and there. 

Unbeknownst to you and Tom, Veronica and Harrison caught the frustration painted on your face causing them to chuckle amongst themselves. 

You and Tom had only known each other for two days at most, and yet you already had the most confusing relationship that existed in this world. 

“If this carries throughout the evening, the world will know me not as Tom Holland’s girlfriend, but as the girl who killed him.” You muttered to Veronica as you passed by her. 

“Relax, Y/N,” Veronica chuckled as she put a hand over your shoulder. “Dinner wouldn’t be that bad.”  

Saying that dinner wouldn’t be that bad would be an understatement. Dinner was horrible. 

Veronica and Harrison were pretty much occupied during the entire meal. They mostly had their attention to each other, which didn’t surprise you. Ronnie and Harrison were smitten for each other, it actually made you snort. 

You and Tom, though, were a different case. You two were seated across each other and you two wouldn’t stop bickering. 

It started when Tom accidentally kicked your foot underneath the table. 

“Ouch!” You yelped. “Why did you kick me?!”

“It was an accident,” He said defensively. 

“Psh, right” You scoffed. “Accident my ass.” 

The “I accidentally kicked you underneath the table” carried on for the entire meal, with you and Tom exchanging kicks every few minutes. 

You two also shared glares throughout the dinner. 

“Why are you mad at me?!” Tom argued. 

“Because you’re here!”

“Well, why did you invite me then?!” 

“I didn’t! It was all her!” You hissed as you pointed at Veronica who was rather talking intimately with Harrison, and was also very much oblivious to the argument unveiling in front of her and Haz. 

“God, why did I even think coming here was a good idea.” Tom moaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, obviously annoyed. 

It didn’t even end there, as you all moved from the kitchen and into the living room to start the Harry Potter marathon, you and Tom started bickering over a piece of furniture. 

As Ronnie and Haz went to the loveseat sofa, you claimed the larger couch so you could lay down while watching the film and leaving Tom with nothing to sit on. You didn’t have much furniture considering you’re the only one who lives in this apartment. 

“Scoot over, Y/N.” He said as he approached the couch you were laying on.

“You can sit at the ottoman.” 

“And have nothing to rest my back on?”  

“God, you are such a diva.” You grumbled. “Just sit on the floor then.” You replied as you pulled the faux fur blanket over you, keeping you warm and cozy. 

“I don’t want to sit on the floor for hours,” Tom argued as he tried to pull you up from your position. 

“Fine, I’ll get you the floor cushion.” You said in defeat. 

“I want to sit on the couch, Y/N.”

“I am not moving, Holland. You can’t make me.” You said rather childishly. 

“Fine,” Tom sighed and pulled the ottoman closer to the couch. He pulled up your feet and sat on the end of the couch as he propped his feet on top of the ottoman. He placed your feet on top of his lap, as you claimed you weren’t going to get up from your laying down position.  “Then don’t move.” He dictated, leaving you to roll your eyes. 

And as for the cherry on top, you had your manager nag you to post something about your evening. You didn’t even know that Veronica filmed a quick story for her Instagram until you received a message from Zoë saying: “A couple of fans that follow Ronnie saw her story. Share it on your Insta too, it adds foundation to  our story.” 

Ronnie’s Insta story showed the television playing Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone, and it panned to Harrison who was smiling softly at the camera and then, panned to you and Tom who were sharing the couch. You two were watching intently and from the looks of it, you looked like a very believable couple. 

Your manager was right and that irked you. The devil works hard but Zoë works harder.

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Weird Questions that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? We call elementary school primary school. It depended which teachers you asked, my favourites always said I was “conscientious, kind, and a pleasure to have in class”.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Glass cups or bottles.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? I have like 4 looks, pastel, boho, and goth/witchy/grunge, also vintage-inspired which wasn’t mentioned but I love it.

7. earbuds or headphones? Depends on the shape, I love my Razr headset because it doesn’t squash my ears, and I like galaxy bud shaped earbuds, the ones with the little rubber doo-dads that fit actually in your ear. Apple or a lot of older flat earbuds cause me a lot of pain.

8. movies or tv shows? TV shows. Movies are getting longer and longer and my focus is getting shorter and shorter

9. favorite smell in the summer? Rainy days!

10. game you were best at in p.e.? The game of queue-ducking (where you go to the back of the queue to avoid your turn), or dance, or the less strength intensive parts of gymnastics. Or crying, always been great at that xD

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Muesli, or nothing.

12. name of your favorite playlist? I prefer to listen to full albums rather than playlists, but I have a few favourites on Spotify. Born to Run 150BPM, Infinite Indie Folk, Irish Folk: Jigs and Reels, All Out 80s/90s/00s. I also love scene/pop-punk playlists.

13. lanyard or key ring? Key Ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? Message Hearts (or anything with that texture), the red pack of starbursts (the UK version is vegan). Does Turkish Delight count because if so then that is my fave. I also like gummies if they’re vegan.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? To Kill a Mockingbird (high school), or The Bloody Chamber (uni), or Hamlet (uni)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? One foot under me, the other foot out to the other side, but both in the same position (if the surface is flat), or knees up.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? I own a lot of shoes so there isn’t really a single pair I wear the most. Recently my Air Force 1s, I’m trying to wear them in because the previous owner didn’t so the cause blisters.

18. ideal weather? Cold, overcast, rainy, still. Or without the rain. or snow (as long as I’m not going in the car and I can go crunch my shoes in it xD

19. sleeping position? Either side, but my body is kinda rotated towards the bed so it’s like half way between on my stomach and on my side. 

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebooks

21. obsession from childhood? Animals, dinosaurs, goddesses, magic, crystals, neopets, sims. I still love all of these things, I am a rotating door of obsessions, usually a bunch of the same obsessions on repeat.

22. role model? I don’t have one particular role model, I do have tons of people that I love and respect.

23. strange habits? I have so many strange habits that I have become one myself. Nothing actually stands out though because 99% of it is because of my brain.

24. favorite crystal? rose quartz or moonstone.

25. first song you remember hearing? Maybe Dancing Queen by ABBA, definitely the first I remember dancing to, but my dad loves music so I grew up with a constant stream of it.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Suffer xD when I’m able to do so comfortably I’d love to go out looking for pretty stones, and nice sticks with my fiance, also would like to go on picnics with him, or a friend if I had one.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Baking, drawing, crafts, standing in the rain. Everything.

28. five songs to describe you? 6/10 - Dodie Robert Frost - Mal Blum Caught in the Middle - Paramore Side Effects - Jade Bird Snitches Get Stitches - Onsind  Bonus track: The Seed - Aurora I wish I still had the playlist I made of songs I relate to, several of these were on it though.

29. best way to bond with you? Oversharing, or telling me about things you’re into.

30. places that you find sacred? Nature. My favourite spots are little creeks/rivers in wooded areas, but just like, all of it is special and should be treated as such. Also bedrooms.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I think maybe I’m not gutsy or whatever enough, but also unpredictable. I wear whatever I like, and I’m just as likely to cry in all of them as I am to accidentally get in a fight.

32. top favorite vines? I feel so basic because I never really did the vine thing.  There was one that nearly killed me because I literally started to choke that was in some kind of office and the bit like can you run this past me again, and they just fucking legged it past them holding a folder up, Saw it once, never saw it again. Road work ahead. Why you can’t lift a house (might be a tok?) Brass dad and oven kid Look at this graaaaph Never learned how to read I can’t sit I have hemorrhoids The one with the people in blankets bobbing the nana nanana song Fr esh avo ca do Look at all these chickens

33. most used phrase in your phone? I love you - if I had to guess

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? right now, nothing. I often get the old Super Liquor jingle lodged in there though.

35. average time you fall asleep? 6am?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Charlie the unicorn or that one Noodles video by Cyanide and Happiness. Are those even memes?

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Depends. I mostly use a bag though since I never go anywhere for long.

38. lemonade or tea? Tea? Usually if you ask for lemonade here you get Sprite which is not lemonade.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? I had a vegan lemon meringue pie once, so good. Cake is easier to make though, and I can eat more in one sitting without getting sick xD

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Um, the principal in my last year of school got caught for being a peeping tom a few years after I left.

41. last person you texted? My Fiance.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Depends on the rest of the outfit and the weather. I wear Jean jackets most though.

44. favorite scent for soap? I love lavender, or vanilla/candy/fruity/baked goods type scents. I still have a bottle of Sugar Fairy spray from lush from a year ago and I love the smell of that.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy I think.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Nekkid?

47. favorite type of cheese? As a kid it was feta. Now I only eat vegan cheese. I was never a huge cheese fan tbh.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Rotten xD um probably a cranberry or something because I’m small, and I’m not a fan of cranberry.

49. what saying or quote do you live by? An it harm none do what you will. Or treat others as you wish to be treated.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably one of the vines I listed above, either “run it past” or “can’t lift a house” because both of those resulted in crying and choking.

51. current stresses? My cat has been throwing up and having diarrhoea the past week or so, she’s been to the vet, it got better for a bit, but tonight suddenly got worse. Living with my parents who I have a very toxic relationship with. Living in a single very overfilled room. Trying to not spend money so that I can save up to move next year. Nightmares about my trauma. Either the house is haunted or there’s a build up of negative energy (probably that).

52. favorite font? I always liked the look of all of the script style fonts (freestyle, french, lucida, lucida calligraphy, Edwardian, Palace) but they’re not accessible so for anything people will actually see (which is literally nothing) I always go with arial.

53. what is the current state of your hands? Slight rash on one finger because I’m sensitive to what is in a lot of hand washing products apparently (never an issue until the pandemic), one broken finger nail that is a bit shorter than the rest. Not painted nails because energy. I always wear my engagement ring, usually I wear several other rings but with how my skin is being I thought I’d better not for a while.

54. what did you learn from your first job? Bakeries are hell, my circadian rhythm will not adjust to anything besides its natural state for longer than a couple of days at a time no matter how long or hard I try. I can absolutely fall asleep standing up.

55. favorite fairy tale? Ugly Duckling

56. favorite tradition? I don’t have anyway... Yet? Hopefully when I move this can become a thing.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? I’m interpretting overcome loosely here, meaning “I have not died from this” - Suicide of my first love - Bullying - 3 different jobs that all nearly killed me

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Literally can’t think of one. I’m not talented. I’m passable at a couple of things, but I worked for those things and I’m still not good enough for anyone to confuse me for being talented xD Those things I care about that I’ve worked on a lot are singing, art, languages, crafts? I still struggled to come up with 4. My bad.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Aw jeez xD

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Magical Girl! This is an easy one, give me the powers and the clothes yessss.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Literally sitting here drawing a blank, so instead of favourite here is the first one that came into my head “eyes are the genitals of the head” (may have that wrong, I’m watching the Office for the first time rn)

62. seven characters you relate to? Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Amelie from Amelie Matilda from Matilda Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notredame (also my favourite plush as a kid) Iris - The Holiday Jess - New Girl Amelia Shepherd - Grey’s Anatomy Struggled with this because suddenly I drew a blank and also couldn’t remember who my Fiance was talking about every time he’s watched a character and said “that’s you” repeatedly.

63. five songs that would play in your club? Starlight - Superman Lovers Pump It - Black Eyed Peas I Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys All the Things She Said - tATu Doctor Jones - Aqua Bonus: Push Up - Freestylers These are ones  I have memories of dancing to when I was younger so that’s how I picked, but I’d absolutely be a themed night club with different music on different nights.

64. favorite website from your childhood? Neopets, which I still play daily. The first I played was MaMaMedia, then Bubblegum Club.

65. any permanent scars? That’s a SORE subject heh get it heh

66. favorite flower(s)? Lavender, rose, peony

67. good luck charms? I usually carry gemstones if I’m needing to be particularly lucky, or sigils.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? I hate anything spicy. I had rootbeer candy that tasted like literal dirt. I can’t eat banana stuff without gagging and getting a headache. I hate anything that is artificial blackberry or blackcurrant, tastes like shitty cough syrup.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Sea Monkeys breathe through their feet, but I remember where I learned that.

70. left or right handed? right

71. least favorite pattern? depends entirely on the colours, I like patterns. but certain stripes do make my eyes feel funny.

72. worst subject? If PE counts, then that. If not, math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I love pineapple on pizza but that’s not weird. Iused to eat cheese and jam sandwiches as a kid though.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I operate on how long it has lasted instead of how bad it is, essentially I get so desperate so I’ll try it even though it probably won’t help. I have the resistance of a rhino to most meds.

75. when did you lose your first tooth? No idea, like 4 I think? I did keep them in a weird little box for no reason though because they never got taken away from under my pillow.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I’m a fan of a good mash if it has lots of flavour (like gravy). Otherwise, crisps or fries.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? I grew a radish once! Something cat safe though these days, also maybe something heavy, and hard to knock over?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Grocery Store sushi, if it’s just veg.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? My only ID is my passport, and it is BAD.

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Both.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies (ten million of them to be precise)

82. pc or console? Grew up with PC. Now play my switch mostly.

83. writing or drawing? Both. Wrote more as a kid, draw more now.

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts.

84. barbie or polly pocket? Both. But I prefered pollies as a kid

85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes? cupcakes

87. your greatest fear? Based on my nightmares, stairs.

88. your greatest wish? To live in a comfy house, in the country, with my Fiance, I have travelled the world, we have pets, I can function, we are free.

89. who would you put before everyone else? My Fiance and out animals.

90. luckiest mistake? Can’t think of any, most of my mistakes have been more like bad choices, also never turned out well for me.

91. boxes or bags? Depends what it’s for?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? lamps, or fairy lights. Unless I’m particularly anxious, then overheads.

93. nicknames? None.

94. favorite season? Winter

95. favorite app on your phone? LINE, it has my fiance, and animated stickers.

96. desktop background? Little Twin Stars

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? My own.

I never get asks and needed to distract myself so I’m going to just answer these anyway, like a survey or something. Original post by tr33-g1rl 

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Professional Spirit Chasers [Analogical]

Trigger warnings: Dead character, same character committed suicide but they’re the ghost and it has a really happy ending, when we first meet Patton he’s super sickly and really really sad

   Word count: 2439

A/N: I… I don’t know what this turned into. Oh well.

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“Roman, honestly, it’s not that hard, just hold the camera still.”

“I’m trying!”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking at Virgil. “Let’s get this out of the way, yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Logan made dead eye contact with the camera. “My name is Logan Sanders, I’m with my fiance Virgil, and we’re professional ghost hunters.”

“Spirit chasers,” Virgil corrected quietly.

“Whatever.”

They stood in front of a nice-looking, two bedroom house, with blue walls and big windows. It was close to midnight.

“Roman,” Logan said, “our less than talented cameraman today-”

“Excuse me-”

“-reached out to us and offered to record one of our sessions to give him practice, and to prove that spirits aren’t dangerous at all. Now that introductions are out of the way, we’re going to pretend the cameras not there, because it makes me uncomfortable and it gives Virgil anxiety.”

“Lo, you’re rambling,” Virgil mumbled with a little smile.

“Right.” He blushed. “Ahem. Let’s begin.”

As they walked up the drive, Roman rushed to keep up. “Uh, Logan? Mind telling them what we’re doing here?”

He sighed. “If I must.” He straightened up, grabbing what looked to Roman like a flat black box with an army green screen. “We’ve been contacted by the owner of the house that they believe a spirit is lingering inside. They’ve asked us to clear the spirit.”

Virgil wet his lips as they stopped outside the front door. “The, uh…”

“Speak louder, babe.”

He fumbled with his messenger bag. “The spirit,” he showed up a picture of a boy with peach skin and messy golden hair laughing while hugging what looked to be a stray cat, “is believed to be twenty two year old Patton Hart. He died two years ago, and lived here alone. It was ruled a suicide.”

Logan spoke while Virgil unlocked the door. “My fiance will be contacting the spirit, while I monitor the equipment.”

Inside, it was mostly half-unpacked moving boxes, the only things set up being the couch and the entertainment centre. The television was off.

“Hey, teach, you ever use Ouija boards?” Roman grinned while looking through the camera.

“That’s a good way to get killed,” he said offhandedly, looking around.

“Oh.”

“Spirits, are harmless. Ouija boards don’t invite spirits, though.” He looked at Roman with a glare. “They invite demons. We don’t use them.”

They went into the kitchen- It was small and narrow, cabinets and counters on either side leading to the dining table in the back.

“Temperature dropping,” Logan said, his eyes glued to his box thing.

While Roman and Logan stayed in the doorway, Virgil ventured in, his gaze drifting around curiously. He looked almost ethereal, with his black lace dress, the sleeves coming down to his palms, the light glimmering across his makeup. Any time he remembered the camera, he got nervous, small, but he seemed content enough to get to know the spirit.

“What’s he doing?” Roman asked.

“Shut up,” Logan said.”

They sat in tense silence as Virgil looked around, until he turned and said, “He’s not down here.”

That was apparently a queue Roman didn’t understand- Logan moved to set all his equipment on the dining room table, and Virgil began inspecting every inch of the kitchen. He ran his fingers over a crack in the wall, closing his eyes.

“Uh…” Roman zoomed in on his fingers. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be looking for the ghost?”

“Patton will come to us if he wants to.” Virgil straightened up, brushing down his dress. “He’s just like a person, we can’t force him into anything.”

“What if he doesn’t want to leave?”

Virgil squeezed past Logan to the other side of the kitchen, a gentle hand on his back. “We’ll talk with our client about what to do from there.”

“Sometimes they insist we make them leave anyway,” Logan said, fiddling with a mic, “in which case we keep trying until the spirit agrees, or it’s time to stop. A lot of the times we’re able to come up with a compromise, though.”

Virgil glanced at a stain on the wall, the wallpaper curling. “People are most often compassionate when given the choice.”

“If he leaves, where does he go?”

He shrugged. “Depends. Not everyone wants to pass. Sometimes they stay with us for a while while we find some family for them to latch onto, and they become a familiar. Sometimes they just want a quiet place to stay.”

Roman looked at him over the camera. “Is he stuck here?”

Virgil looked at the camera nervously, and turned away. “Not really. He has to want to leave, or at least be okay with it. Like I said: We can’t force him to do anything.”

“Verge,” Logan secured the mic in his belt and grabbed the box thing, “ready to go upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “No, no, no- Everyone who goes upstairs in horror movies ends up dead!”

“Good thing we’re not in a horror movie.” Logan grabbed Roman’s shoulder and gently pushed him out of the kitchen. “Come on, cameraboy.”

Upstairs, it was even more empty. They stopped in every room before Virgil stopped them in the master bedroom, the dresser and bed set up but otherwise everything was in pieces or boxes.

“He’s in here.”

Roman’s heart pounded as he whipped around to look at Logan. “What?”

“Don’t look at me!” He snapped. “Point it at Virgil, this is his part.”

Virgil sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes fluttering closed. “Patton? The lady who lives here asked us to talk to you. Am I speaking to Patton?” He opened his eyes and looked around.

Two blue eyes stared at him from the cracked open closet doors. “Yes.”

He smiled comfortingly. “Can you come out here, please?”

Patton hesitated; The closet doors creaked open further as he stepped out, Roman gasping and turning to it.

Patton, more or less, looked like he did in the picture, only much sadder and with rope burns around his neck. He wore pajamas with black cats all over them, his feet bare and his eyes swollen from crying. He looked sickly, like he hadn’t been eating.

“Who’s he looking at?” Roman demanded, his face full of panic. “Who’s he talking to?!”

“Aren’t cameramen supposed to be quiet?” Logan insisted, glaring. The more he spoke the harder it would be for Virgil to do his job.

“What…” Patton’s voice came out hoarse. He coughed weakly. “What does she want?”

Virgil bit his lip. “She wants you to leave.”

Little sobs bubbled out of Patton’s lips- He buried his face in his hands as he weeped, Virgil’s heart breaking in his chest. Logan had to stop himself from going over to him, instead looking at the box in his hands.

“Temperature dropping rapidly.”

“Hey, Patton, look at me,” Virgil said softly. “Look at me. Can you follow my breathing?”

“Ghosts need to breathe?!” Roman whispered.

“I will send you out of the room!” Logan hissed.

Patton peeked at Virgil through his fingers, and Virgil gently led him through a 4-7-8 rhythm until his breathing was steady again, his sobs dulled down to little tears tracking down his cheeks.

He patted the spot on the bed next to him. “Come closer, let’s talk.”

Patton sat next to him- Their knees would have been touching, but instead Patton’s dipped into Virgil’s.

“You can see me,” Patton said in confusion.

“I’m a medium. I want to talk.” Virgil pointed at he spoke, “That’s my fiance over there, and Roman’s an idiot.”

“Uh!” Roman exclaimed, offended.

Patton giggled, and Virgil grinned proudly. “Do you have any family we can take you to?”

Just like that, his face faded back to sadness. “No,” he mumbled.

He frowned. “No friends?”

“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging. “Please- Please don’t make me leave,” he begged, starting to sob again. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

“Patton,” he said gently, “the first thing you should know is that we can’t force you to do anything.”

“Why is he telling him that?” Roman asked quietly.

“He doesn’t want to have any unfair advantages.”

“If you want to stay here, you can. But if she doesn’t want you here, and you stay anyway, she might leave instead. And people might not move in again. If you come with us, we can make sure you aren’t alone anymore.”

Patton stared at the ground, looking defeated and upset. “…You promise?”

“I promise.”

Patton looked up at him, tears threatening to break loose in his eyes again. “If I try to hug you will I go right through you?”

Virgil chuckled. “Probably. But not forever. You can work on it, build your strength.”

“Okay.” He straightened up. “I’ll come with you.”

Roman zoomed in way too close to Logan’s frustrated face. He sighed, pulling down his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tell me again why Virgil decided to keep you.”

Roman zoomed out. “This is live, I’ll have you know. You can’t hide how mean you are to me anymore!”

“I don’t hide anything.”

They were in the group’s new office, Logan sat on the maroon couch and trying to read. He tossed the book on the coffee table, sighing.

“They want to know if you’ve found a place for Patton,” Roman said, sitting on the coffee table.

“Yes, we have.”

“Can I tell them, can I tell them?!”

Logan stood, going to the kitchenette in the back to brew some coffee. “It’s beyond me why so many people care about such an odd job. All we do is help people relocate.”

Roman groaned dramatically. “God, specs, you just turned the coolest job into the most lame-sounding thing in the WORLD!” He followed him. “Can I please tell them?!”

Virgil came down the stairs holding a bundle of folded up clothing. “Do you think this would fit Patton? Now that he’s moved in, I want to start getting him stuff, but it’s hard to measure a ghost when they’re still transparent.”

Roman let out a whine. “I wanted to tell them!”

Virgil zeroed in on the camera. “Oh my God, are you filming?” He covered his face, hissing, “Roman! You have to warn me!”

“Babe, here.” Logan held up his Stranger Things mug. “Coffee.”

Virgil grumbled to himself, setting the clothes down on the counter and taking the mug from him. “Thanks.”

Logan wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his head. “I’m sure the clothes will be fine. If they aren’t, we’ll just get something else.”

“Is Patton gonna come on ghost hunting missions with us?!” Roman asked excitedly.

“Spirit chasing,” Logan corrected.

“I wouldn’t mind having some help, actually,” Virgil said, embarrassed. “Sometimes they’re a little hard to convince.”

“If he wants to come, then sure.”

Roman punched the air. “YES!”

“Roman, put the camera down!” Logan snapped. “You’re going to break it, and Virgil needs a break.”

“Whatever.” He shut off the camera, setting it on the counter. Logan tsked and moved it away from the coffee pot.

Virgil blinked. “That’s not… How you should end a livestream…”

“Does Patton like me?” Roman asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Verge? Huh? Does Patton like us?” He pouted. “You’re still the only one who can talk to him!”

“That’s… Not really true. You can talk to him, he just can’t talk back. Well, he can, you just won’t hear it. Anyway, I’m pretty sure he likes everyone.” He brought the mug to his lips, downing half of it before setting it down and burying his face in Logan’s shoulder.

“Virgil!” Patton called from upstairs, and Logan slammed his hands over his ears. “I think I broke something!”

Roman flinched. “What the fuck was that.”

“I see Patton’s getting his voice back.” Logan hesitantly straightened up.

“Transparency, too. He’s working really hard. I’ll be up in a minute!” He pulled away, kissing Logan. “I gotta go.”

He rushed upstairs, to the filming room. Patton was sitting on one of the bean bag chairs, in a baby blue gown and a flower crown made of sunflowers, a matching blue choker covering his scar. He had gained some weight back, and jumped up when he saw Virgil, smiling excitedly.

“Virgil!” He bounced over to him, giggling. “Do you think we can get a cat? I’ve always wanted a cat!”

“If you can convince Logan, sure.”

“Hey!” He whined.

“You’ll be able to talk to him soon.” He rested his hands on Patton’s shoulders; They sunk a little, then stayed put. “They heard your voice down here.”

Patton gasped. “Really?!”

He shrugged. “Well. It sounded like white noise, but yes. They heard something.” He looked around curiously. “What did you break?”

“Oh, yeah!” He pointed across the room, to the table in the corner that held a little pile of shattered glass and a puddle of something bronze.

“Apple juice is my favourite and it was right there I just had to try!” He shrunk in on himself a little. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he promised. “I’m proud of you for trying. How far did you get?”

“I held it a couple inches off the table.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Inches?”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah!”

“Patton, that’s great! That’s so much better than last time!” He squeezed his shoulders, before going over to the small closet in the corner. “Why don’t you go watch T.V. while I clean this up? Ro and Lo are downstairs.”

Watching T.V. with someone was one of Patton’s favourite things to do while he was still getting his voice and body back. It was easy for him to turn the T.V. on, since he didn’t have to hold anything, just click it. On his worst days, it took him ten minutes to get it on. Everyone made sure to turn the channel back to the one he liked when they were finished so he didn’t have to fumble with the remote.

Patton grinned. “Okay! Are we spending the night here?”

Virgil nodded. “Lo and I want to get the video we shot yesterday edited and up as soon as we can. You can go with Roman, or come with us, in the morning.”

He slipped out the room and happily bounded downstairs while Virgil got the cleaning supplies from the closet. When he and Logan decided to do this together, they didn’t exactly expect to adopt a ghost, or turn it into a paying job. But Patton liked them and, well, now they could do it full-time. All thanks to Roman.

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[crypticcatalys]

Dreams Ive had involving Avatar in no particular order or context.

(This is super long btw)

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11/1/18

I was a na'vi and i was with neytiri and jake at some waterfall. We were Parachuting i guess because we parashuted to the end on the fall and into a lake. There was a barrier at 8 feet so we swam to a car in a parking lot and bille joe Armstrong was there and we drove to a gas station, i woke up.

11/9/18

I was a na'vi. I was jake and neytiri's kid apparently. And tsu'tey was alive and said he was my weird uncle super loud. We were at some seafood restaurant and it was beside the animal kingdom park. These people where being jerks to us and being racist because we were na'vi. There was a tornado for a second then someone yeled that grace was dying so we started running and hopping animal habitat fences and lines while someone was narrating then the girls from despicable me were there. The park was different the floating mountains were still there but it also looked like a mall. Rumpelstiltskin was there and being evil. And something was at stake? I woke up

11/14/18

I was in some warehouse at first then I was at home. Then me and my friends were walking to my grandmas house. I was a na'vi again i think, and they mentioned we were going to go see another na'vi that looked female with a Hispanic accent named Alex i think and that he sold Rick and Morty balloons. My friend said that he wasn't nice and that the last time they saw him he crapped himself? I woke up after that.

11/23/18

I was in some house and there was a guy there he was abusive so I threw a chair at him and my grandma was there. We ran and then we were at some bridge leading to Flight of passage. The bridge was like a rollercoaster because when i crossed it it kept moving. In the ride queue there were Toruk the First Flight performers and it was actually cool. But the actual ride/link area was like a movie theater and it wasn't even flight of passage. It was a 'modern disney character life' simulation movie thing. I woke up from anger.

11/27/18

I was na'vi and i was in this building (our home?) And it was collapsing. Fire was everywhere and when it was destroyed everyone was holding each other and crying.

12/2/18

I was at the store with my mom and my friend was there. I could fly so i picked my friend up and we were on top of the aisle. Some couple was fighting and me and my friend went back to the floor and we ate these heart shaped sugar cookies. Then i heard the song 'Direhorse' and there were Toruk performers there. They were on this stage type thing that sorta went into the ground. I got excited and one of the performers gave me a spear from the Tipani and it was cool. Then i was Booker Baxter and i was telling raven that i could not tell nia that i could fly because she would be sad? I woke up after that.

12/12/18

I was a avatar driver this time. I was with Grace in her avatar and we were in some auditorium type place. We had left on grace's ikran(i guess she had one) and we went to 7-eleven. Grace was looking or was doing something and she had mentioned her old middle school. Some kid was on the roof of the gas pump area and they hung up a couple of laminated song lyrics. Me and grace went back to the auditorium and it was nature-y all of the seats were gone and it was like a outdoor elivated buffet on a waterfall and the roots of this willow tree at the top of the waterfall sorta made seating areas. Me and grace were at a table across from some Korean group from YouTube rewind and jackie chan was there. They all had twins and they were eating cake. One of them gave me a na'vi doll like the ones at Disney. I started eating then i woke up.

12/18/18

I was in some medieval park? And on some sort of field trip. Some couple was mad and calling for someone to come and pick them up. Then something happened and everyone was yelling and causing chaos. The bus/picnic bar thing we drove there had tables full of cake but the benches were gone. Then grace and jake were there and grace told jake that he needed to eat and he said "ok mom" grace smiled and then i woke up.

12/22/18

I was at my school but it had voltrons colors everywhere and I was helping this one kid in a wheel chair get down the stairs but the first time I went down them it didn't work? We went outside and there were busses that were the color of the lions and we had to get on a certain bus. I put the kid on the yellow bus and I got on the black one but it was purple. We drove somewhere shady and then we were in this haunted house above the floor from another dream I had like 2 months before and it was exactly the same except there was this ghost lady robot thing and she was following us and she touched my friends shoulder, and then I was the only person on the ride. Then I was on the floor and there was this mickey mouse stuffed animal puppet thing and it was sorta bouncing in front of me. Then I sorta went Lucid and made the area change to the Tree of Souls from Avatar. I woke up for a second then I was on the side of some highway and I was on a farm in some tribe. Someone shot a arrow through my finger so this nice old lady and her granddaughter broke the arrow and healed me and it reminded me of the Tawkami. Then there was random klance in this old apartment then I woke up again.

12/28/18

I was in a goldfish commercial area under the bed, then i was in a mansion in pixie hollow and the main cast and queen clarion was there. There was a parade sorta and then a buffet with rainbow fruit on pancakes and sugar. I went through some doors and i was home? But it was different. My room was set up like my grandmas and there was some person in there and then i was in the hallway bathroom at my grandmas and some boy was in there. Then I was on a human vacation base on Pandora with some family. I was a avatar driver and there was a field trip group and a class. Music from Toruk was playing and it was the Tipani's theme. Then me and the family went to this cafe type thing and we were beside Na'vi river journey and i could hear the Shaman singing. I got a chocolate cheesecake with whipped cream and when i started eating i woke up.

1/1/19

Sam Worthington was giving me a tutorial on how to draw Jake but the nose was weird.

1/8/19

I was watching this park and jake was there. He was in his human body at first with max and grace in some lab and grace took his phone. Then jake was in his avatar body and he was playing a game with the omyticaya he said something about the color yellow and everyone jumped and laughed. Some amusement park was being shut down then I woke up.

1/17/19

Connie from SU was playing hidden valley but the characters were the diamonds. Then i was in my culinary class and i was talking about someones mom and saying that she was racist. My teacher got mad at me then i was behind a curtain on a stage and this woman was dressed in leather and talking to a crowd. She was with a guy with a cheap looking ikran mask. Then i was at church and it was my school again. Then my friend was there and I fought her and won. Then i was in the office and was getting writen up but mom wasn't. Then i woke up.

1/22/19

James Cameron and Sigorney Weaver were directing Toruk. I was looking for them in the crowd and fangirling. Toruk looked weird with arms instead of wings. Sigorney said hi to me from the technician booth that was beside my chair. Sam Worthington was there and he and sigorney had a scene in the play as their Avatar characters. Jake had accidentally stole a bow and arrow and grace went 'mom mode' and got mad. Then someone had shot a arrow and it hit him in the head but he had protective gear on so he didn't really die. Then i was back home but my living room window showed the stage of the show an sigorney said hi again and i got really happy. Then i opened my dryer and it was full of nickelodian stuff.

2/4/19

Neytiri and jake were role swapped so he was a born Na'vi and she was a dreamwalker. I was a dreamwalker and neytiri's adopted daughter for some reason. We were talking to Quaritch and he was threatening us because he was about to bomb hometree. We convinced him to let us talk to the na'vi and get them out in time. I woke up in my avatar's nivi and jumped to the branch neytiri was on and we went to go find the others.

2/6/19

Hometree was about to be attacked. The RDA was using these weird missiles underwater and flooded Hometree. Avatar Norm was hanging on somewhere near the top of the tree watching toruk fly through a waterfall that formed while saying "come on, where are you" then the water drained and jake and neytiri floated out of the tree base and jake was dressed in his tawtute clothes and Neytiri was a Tessa Thompson look alike in a purple glittery suit and black heels. They started breathing again and jake said something about being relieved.

2/10/19

I was in some field with my Chromebook and on the Avatar website. It was really colorful and pretty. The trailer for the second movie was up but before i could watch it i had to play this mini game. I was Tsu'tey and i was at this river and Mo'at and Eytukan were on a dock on the otherside. This boat had floated towards me and it was full of tools and weapons and Mo'at said I had to find 3 spear heads. I found them and then i was following the river until i was on a dock. I walked to the end of it and i thought i was at the Metkayina clan and i thought i was going to see Bailey Bass' character but i just saw irl her and a bunch of tawtute. Apparently it was a human village and i was the only Na'vi there. I got scared i think and ran. Then some characters from bunkd were there and Mateo was embarrassed about something so he left and was making his own camp when destiny took a tarp/map and gave it to him so he could make a tent. And the camp was by a cornfield.

3/24/19

I was watching Toruk live and i was onstage. Entu, Ralu, and Tsyal were there. The left part of the Hometree stage was deflated. It was really colorful. The tipani spears were on the center stage area. The omiticaya were harvesting something (maybe fruit)from the still standing part of the Hometree and music was playing but it wasn't from the show's soundtrack. Then there was water and something happened and i was in my room and mom told me to wake up. Then my alarm clock wole me up irl.

4/17/19

Jake and neytiri were hunting a angsìk. Tsu'tey and two other hunters were there. One was Na'vi and one was Polynesian. Jake had went to do his plan and Tsu'tey told neytiri it would not work. But they heard something and when they turned around jake was covered in mud and three angstìk were dead. Tsu'tey said that he was surprised and neytiri was dragging jake to a river to make him clean the mud off.

4/25/19

Backstage of Toruk. Friends with Tsyal and the Tsahìk. Cannibal Hotel.

4/27/19

Broke into some guys house with me grandma. Backstage performing TORUK at school on stage. Changed from Tipani to Omiticaya. Found a green chest cover.

5/22/19

I was in ponyville looking for fluttershy's house then i was on the street that connected mine and my Grandma. It was a part of a dream i had before. A pallulukan was there and my grandma kept talking and it almost heard us. Then Neytiri was there and looking for a kid version of Peyral who was hiding in the house we were beside. It was raining so we went in then suddenly Neytiri was dressed as Tsyal.

6/13/19

I was taking a bath and washing the dishes at the same time. Then I was a Na'vi again and we were preparing to fight the RDA. Except we were hiding in my grandads basement/garage and it was huge. There were 2 separate sleeping areas with over 100 bunk-beds in each area and a cafeteria. It was like the Avatar long house but bigger. Norm was there and he was my uncle and he was in his avatar body. The other clans started arriving and going to find beds and get food. I was embarrassed about something. Neytiri was a human/avatar and toruk makto and my mom again in this dream. She was coming back from somewhere but I woke up before seeing her.

7/8/19

I met James Cameron and talked to him about how much I love Avatar and how many times I watched it this year. And at some point Ralu and Entu were involved.

7/14/19

I was selling newspapers at a grocery store when someone made fanart, and a fanvideo of Asal (my avatar oc). But they shipped her with Entu. But I still left a like because it was nice.

8/2/19

I was in the AVATAR program but everything looked different. The technology looked more alien than human. The sleeping areas were just these bunks cut into walls with glass doors so there was no privacy or quiet because they were in a busy hallway. The base was confusing to walk through. Everything looked the same. The link room was smaller and had three link chambers. But they looked different and were glowing orange and black, or purple. Only jake could link completely. Mine and Norm's wouldn't work. Until mine did after a few tries. I could feel my tail move but then I was put back in my human body. We didn't go outside. Then I was in Neytiri's body and i was flying around the Pandora theme park. I was flying around the floating mountains before I was in the line for flight of passage with my friend. The line queue had a Quaritch robot talking about something and part of the millenial falcon in it. We got on the ride and the chairs were like a movie theater and the screen mention a patronus bracelet. Then I woke up and it felt like I was unlinking.

8/10/19

I was in the school and I had to use magic to change a sink full of water into Vodka but I turned it into champagne. I was being graded on it and I got a B. Then I was on a alien planet with two other people. We were found and brought to a base that was playing Christian Horror movies as a joke. We were taken to a back room were they gave us Toruk makeovers. I had started to put the suit on and and had just started to paint my face when I woke up.

#omatikaya #pandora: the world of avatar #na'vi nation #dream #dreams #dream diary #my mind did this #james camron avatar #toruk the first flight #na'vi #confusion #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar dream

[theasstour]

0101. Presto.

Monday, 22 September 2014

Word count: 11.5k

NB: explicit language, alcohol, slight sexual content, anxiety disorder

A/N: i don’t think i can stress this enough, but i’m so fucking excited for this one. each chapter is inspired by a symphony, solo, or quartet, and all of those you can find in a playlist if you click ‘chapter soundtrack’ on the fic page and here! each week i’ll be adding the symphony, solo, or quartet right before posting the chapter so keep an eye out, brothers. anyway, ENJOY THE FIRST CHAPTER OF A NEW AND LONG JOURNEY!! ILY AND PLS COME FREAK WITH ME ONCE YOU’RE DONE READING💞💞💞💞

thank you to @emotionally-imbruised @alwaysjacked-up and wifey @hsliveuntour for beta reading! ilysm

When change occurred, Y/N could feel it in the very pit of her stomach. The kind of feeling that would leave her trembling for no apparent reason, her whole body occasionally moving with a shiver, and leave her mouth dried up. As the farm she had lived on her whole life disappeared from view, it finally dawned on Y/N that she was leaving her old house, her old life, her old self, behind. Going away to university was something she had always wanted to do, but now that the day was here, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to leave Hawkley after all. Her whole life, Y/N had lived in Hawkley, Hampshire with her dad - George -, mum – Allison -, and little bother – Edward – and she knew no other life but the one in her little village, on her small family farm, surrounded by the best people the world had to offer.

Y/N had grown up among empty fields filled with possibilities and lush pine trees, the sort that would eventually be sold off as Christmas trees as November rolled around. George Picot was known for his Christmas trees, and all her life Y/N had helped cutting trees, sowing them, measuring them, and anything else her dad needed her help for. On a huge field outside their stone cottage were rows upon rows of pine trees, some having just been sown, others having stood there for years and ready to be shipped off to Christmas tree sellers across Hampshire. Walking among the trees, knowing that they would bring hundreds of families happiness, made everything inside Y/N sing with bliss. Y/N had set her mind on taking over the family business of planting and selling Christmas trees, their potatoes and other vegetables, as well as milk from their cows, because it was all Y/N had known her whole life. This was safe. Hawkley and the Picot Farm was safe.

But then one day, Y/N had picked up a violin at Music class at school when she was 12, and all she had known and loved before didn’t stand a chance. The violin, its four strings, and the bow suddenly became the loves of Y/N’s life. For seven years she had played the violin, not a single day passing by without feeling the wood and strings of it underneath her fingertips. She had known then, without a shadow of a doubt, that she wanted nothing but to play and create music for the rest of her life, with her violin under her chin and happiness laced around her heart.

“Next time you’ll see the Farm, it’ll be Christmas!” Edward exclaimed, smiling at Y/N as he did so.

Y/N smiled back at her brother, but quickly looked out the window of their black Toyota minivan at the countryside, her last glimpse of it for at least three months. Only once had Y/N been to London. It was when she was 12 and her brother 10. One Saturday the whole family had gone for a day trip to the capital, and for some reason Y/N had felt so right. The culture, the constant buzzing of people, the endless opportunities, being where it all happened. It was different from what she was used to, with the Picot Farm situated pretty much in the middle of nowhere and the everyone-knows-everyone culture of her little village Hawkley. She had known then, at the age of 12, that she someday wanted to move to London. Not to live there permanently, but maybe for university, a three-year long period. And that was exactly what she was doing now.

It was the first day of Freshers Week when the whole Picot family arrived at Battersea, University of London. A ton of students and their families were walking around campus to check in; get their keys to their accommodation, their student ID card, a whole lot of documents and booklets on how to survive uni, and their timetables. Freshers Week was the seven days when all the first-year students would go to countless of parties, get drunk, go to their first lectures and seminars with hangovers, and basically live their wildest life until university and seriousness in week 2 and onwards. Horror stories about Freshers Week had gone around college, Y/N remembered, about how people dropped out because the mere pressure of drinking everyday alone was enough to have people drop out. Y/N had never been a huge fan of parties. She was dreading Freshers Week.

“Come on, poppet, let’s check you in, yea?” George took his seatbelt off when he had parked the van, smiling back at his daughter. “You’ll stay here?” He asked Allison, who nodded.

Y/N sighed and, because of the odd taste in her mouth, it dawned on her that she hadn’t said a single word on the whole drive up to London. She swallowed.

George and Y/N made their way up to campus on the edge of Battersea Park, huge elegant white buildings, both old and modern, rising above them. Walking on the gravel path leading down to the Antonin Artaud Building - the main building - Y/N felt nerves press on once again. For every step, for every breath, she felt her heart beat faster and something inside her brain protest. The scary prospect of change, of being on her own and not seeing her mum, dad or brother everyday scared her. Why had she done this to herself? Why couldn’t she have chosen a uni closer to home so she could go back to the Farm on the weekends? What was she going to do without her mum? Who was she going to go to for her outlet of weirdness every day when she didn’t have Edward there? Y/N tried her hardest not to think about it. She could cry in her room later tonight. But not now. Not in front of her father. Not in public. She would not humiliate herself. Yet.

The Antonin Artaud Building was the place all Arts and Performing Arts lectures, seminars and gatherings usually took place. Y/N remembered this from having stalked the Battersea University website, as going to an Open Day at the university was too scary. Well, it could never be as scary as actually starting university. Again, Y/N pushed her own stupidity away, not wanting to have a mental breakdown right now.

Her dad opened the door into the main building for her, smiling and putting a hand on her lower back as they made their way inside. From an open pair of double doors, stood a long queue of freshers and their parents, the chatter loud and the sun shining in through the Victorian windows behind Y/N and George. She caught a glimpse of herself in the window, running a hand through her loose hair as she tried to calm herself down, to come back down to earth. Tight-fitted black and white checked trousers, her black vans, and a white tee shirt with the Tommy Hilfiger logo printed in black across her chest, tied at the front and wrapped around her waist, just above her belly button that was covered by the trousers. She loved her trousers, or any trousers with a pattern on it, really. She had no idea how many she owned, but she felt they went with almost everything, making her outfits a little livelier. She ran a hand over the fabric of her trousers, reminding herself that everything was fine. Touching something familiar grounded her. When her dad placed his hand on her lower back to walk along with him, she moved.

The queue behind her was longer now, if possible. Y/N inhaled, then exhaled. Inhaled. Exhaled.

“It’s going to be fine, poppet.” George said, noticing his daughter’s uncomfortable demeanour. “We’re going to check you in and then help you move in, and then you’re free, ey?”

“Next!” A dark-skinned girl smiled at Y/N from behind the check-in counter, waving her hand at her to come over. A row of tables stood before her, countless of volunteer students working to sign in first years. They all wore a baby blue tee shirt that read ‘Welcome! Ask me anything!’, and, all of a sudden, Y/N felt absolutely sick to her stomach.

“I’ll wait outside for you, Y/N.” Her father said, giving her shoulder a squeeze before he disappeared. Swallowing hard, Y/N watched her dad leave, heart racing. She could do this, she could do this, she could do this. Her dad was waiting outside. She could do thi-

“Miss?”

Y/N startled out of her inner monologue. Crossing her arms over her chest, she walked up to the lady who had called for her.

“Name, please.”

“Y/N.” She said, stopping a little as the girl raised her eyebrows. “Oh! Sorry. Y/N Picot.”

“P.” The girl said to herself as she turned to the table behind her, walking up the counter to the paper on the wall that read P. Inhaling shakily, Y/N tried to calm herself down. You did not embarrass yourself. She does not think you’re pathetic. Calm down.

“Picot.” The girl repeated. “Westbridge Halls, right?”

“Yea.”

“Don’t listen to those that say it’s the worst student accommodation, yea?” The girl smiled, putting a ‘How to survive uni’ booklet into a mustard coloured manila folder.

“P-People say it’s the worst?”

Noticing the slight stutter in Y/N’s voice, the girl’s face dropped. “Oh, no, no, no! It’s not bad at all! I lived there and I had the time of my life, honestly.” She smiled again. “Met some of my best mates and had an absolute blast. You will, too. Trust me.”

But Y/N didn’t know if she could.

“Okay, Y/N,” the girl looked up at her again. “You’re in House 3, Flat 34, room 3.” The girl explained. “The key is here,” she dropped it into the folder. “And you use that to get into your flat as well as your room, yea?”

Y/N nodded again.

“A map of campus is in here as well,” she took it out of the folder, laying it on the grey table between them. “Here you have Albert Bridge Student Accommodation right across the street from us,” she pointed. “Also the most expensive place to live if you want to live in halls, but you already knew that.” She moved her finger Lombard Road. “Here’s Cotton Row, second most expensive, and also only one building. There’s only 20 flats in it.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows a little.

“Yea, I know.” The girl snorted, moving her finger to Shuttleworth Road. “Then there’s Shuttleworth Halls. In my opinion, the ugliest of all four halls. It’s just grey and dreary, and everyone smokes weed.” She groaned. “And at last, we have Westbridge at Parkham Street. You’re coming here by car, I suppose, and it’s not hard to get there. You’ll see it the second you drive down Parkham Street.”

About to open her mouth, Y/N stopped herself as the girl continued.

“You’ll find your Student ID in here as well.” She picked the badge up, showing it to Y/N. “You use this as a library card, to scan your attendance at lectures, and you use your student number,” the girl pointed to a number on the card, right beside the awkward picture Y/N’s mum had taken of her to use for this exact card. Y/N cringed. “1448573, to log onto My Record and your unimail to log onto Canvas.”

“My Record?” Y/N blinked. “Canvas?”

“My Record is where you can find all personal and academic information, and also forms and documents, that you might need someday. Basically all information, you’ll find on My Record. Canvas is the place where you’ll find everything about your modules, where you hand in assignments, and stay in touch with tutors, lecturers and other peers. They have a Canvas tutorial for those that don’t understand it in like a week.”

The girl put Y/N’s badge back in the manila folder, putting another map of Westbridge Halls into it.

Y/N cleared her throat, toying nervously with her hair. “Do you… Do you know how many students will approximately be in my year?”

The girl closed the folder and handed it to Y/N. “About 9000.”

Y/N stayed silent.

“Think we’re 31000 in total. It’s mad, innit?”

Y/N nodded.

“Well, Y/N, before you go I need you to sign here. That way everyone knows you’ve checked in and all that.” She handed Y/N a pen, smiling her radiant smile at her. About to puke for what felt like the 84th time that day, Y/N bent over and signed her name right by where it stood in digital form. The sun from the windows behind the girl shone in, yellowing the paper and making the whole situation seem grander than it did before. Standing upright, the manila folder pressed to her chest and the girl still beaming at her, it felt like someone had stuffed Y/N’s ears with cotton as the girl spoke again.

“Have a great Freshers Week!”

Turning around, Y/N walked out past people who stood talking loudly to their parents, some who stared at the beautiful interior of the main building, and students who were already talking to others. It made her heart beat a little faster. And not in a good way. People were already making friends, and here Y/N was, not even sure how you initiated a conversation with someone else, let alone casually befriend them. She hated that she had put herself in this situation; hated that in a matter of an hour, she would be all alone, and her family would be driving back home to Hawkley. Once Y/N saw her dad with his hands in his high-waisted blue jeans and white David Bowie tee shirt tucked into it, she instantly relaxed. George’s grey hair shone in the sun, reminding Y/N of silver, and as he smiled at her, she cursed herself for ever thinking her dad to be anything resembling silver. They needed to name a whole new gem after him, because the way he radiated warmth, showing of nothing but goodness, was so beautiful and safe Y/N didn’t know how she would survive without his presence near her.

“Look at that,” George said, grinning. “A folder with information! You’re all ready to go, poppet.”

He threw and arm around her shoulders, and together the two of them walked back to the minivan.

“How did it look? Were there many people there? Did you see something cool? Who did you meet-“

“-You can look through the folder once we get to my dorm, that okay, Ed?”

Edward sighed at his sister’s tone, but nodded, knowing that she wouldn’t give him any information until she herself was ready to. Y/N told George to type in Parkham Street into their GPS, and that once they got there, they would be able to spot Westbridge Halls pretty easily, according to the girl she had been talking to. As George pulled away from the main campus, Y/N opened the manila folder and looked at its contents. Pulling her student ID card out, she took a good look at the picture she would be stuck with for the next three years, her student ID number, her faculty (Performing Arts) and her full name spelled out. Standing with a straight back, her hair pulled back, and arms limp at her sides, Y/N showed a tight-lined smile in front of a white wall in her little brother’s room back in Hawkley. Edward had made their mum take down all the pictures he had on his wall, and he had taken down those he could reach himself, just so Y/N could get the perfect shot. The instructions had been clear: don’t show your teeth, background should be neutral, and all of your face should be visible. So, that was what Y/N had submitted, even though she detested the image as she looked upon it now. With a mustard coloured tee shirt on, the rest of her body not pictured, she looked tense, as if an audience was watching her. Though it had only been Allison and Edward in the room when the picture had been taken, Y/N had still felt uncomfortable, hating being the centre of attention. She was the complete opposite of her little brother who was 17, who loved having all attention on him at all times.

George drove into the Westbridge Campus parking lot, whistling at the huge mass of students milling about. Y/N put the turquoise ID card back into the manila folder, swallowing thickly as she looked out the window at everyone that had already arrived. The nervous snake in the pit of her stomach hissed again, reminding her of how much she did not want to be left alone here; how little she knew about the world, and how she did not know how to live in it independently. Because she… she… she just couldn’t. She needed her parents there; her Edward.

Parking the minivan, George and Allison got out, both smiling as they looked at the light brown buildings that made the Westbridge Campus. George knocked on Y/N’s window, pointing to the back of the car when their eyes met. With the folder in hand, Y/N got out of the safeness of her family minivan and walked back to her parents

“Can I come out now?! I want to see!” Edward yelled as Allison opened the back of the car.

“Just wait, honey, we need to get Y/N’s suitcases and bags out before we can lower the ramp, yea?”

Edward groaned, but whipped out his phone and started playing something on it. George and Allison were quick to get everything out so he wouldn’t start complaining about how slow everything was going, because if Edward was in a foul mood, then everyone was in a foul mood. It was just the Picot effect. The entire family felt the same way about everything, always sharing opinions and moods. Out of everyone Y/N knew and had known, no one was as close with their family as her. And she would not have it any other way. Though, no one seemed to pick up on just how nervous and downright terrified Y/N was as she stood in the parking lot of her student accommodation.

Y/N stepped back as Allison got Edward’s ramp out, watching him as he carefully rolled back. George stood by the ramp to make sure Eddie didn’t fly off it and through the windows of a passing car. Once Ed’s wheelchair was on the ramp, Allison lowered it, and George shuffled out of the way so Edward could roll his way off it.

For as long as Y/N could remember, her little brother had been in a wheelchair. He had a rare case of spina bifida called something as simple as myelomeningocele. Spina bifida is a birth defect that occurs when the spine and spinal cord don’t form properly. The neutral tube is the embryonic structure that eventually develops into the baby’s brain and spinal cord, and the tissues that encloses them. There are three types of spina bifida, whereas Edward’s case – myelomeningocele – is the worst one. With the two other cases of the bifida, the patient is able to walk, something Edward has never been able to do properly. Sure, he could walk a few steps supporting all his weight on a pair of crutches, but most of his time when he was one the move, he spent in a wheelchair. Myelomeningocele is the most severe form of the three bifidas. The spinal canal is open along several vertebrae in the lower and middle back, making it hard to walk.

But regardless of the pain the spina bifida brought Edward, he was the happiest person Y/N knew. There was not a single human being on earth that could make her laugh or smile or live the way Edward did. And she was so incredibly scared to find how the lack of his presence would affect her mood and mental state.

“I’ll take the folder, Y/N, then you can take some of your luggage.”

Y/N gave him the folder, and he instantly looked into it, taking her student ID out.

“Edward, no!”

“It isn’t that bad-“

Y/N reached over and stole it out of his hands, holding it to her chest as she glared at her little brother.

“It’s not a bad picture!” Edward argued, a smile on his face.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Nice. Finally I’ll be on the news.”

“Alright, you two, can we get a move on?” Allison asked, raising her eyebrows at her kids.

Y/N took the manila folder, put the ID card in it, and handed it back to her brother. Then, with a bag on her back, a suitcase in hand, Y/N and her parents walked over to the entrance to Westbridge Campus. The seven houses were all a light sandy brown, turquoise along the outlines of all the windows, all the doors leading into different flats the same colour and with a round window at the top, mail box just underneath. Each building shaped like a square with a pathway to all the different entrances, sported by lush green grass, trees and the occasional bench and table in the middle, making it each houses’ little garden. As the Picot family walked down the herringbone pavement, Y/N looked into each and every single one of the houses. A big opening was provided so one could easily see all the different people sitting outside already, and those walking in and out of their new flats with their parents. The first one to the left was house one, so the one right below it would be house three.

“Eddie, check the house number. Was it three?” George asked looking back at his son, turning his whole body as he couldn’t look over his shoulder where a bag was blocking the view. The whole family stopped by the road that led into house three as Edward couldn’t roll himself while checking the house number.

“House three, flat 34, room three.” Edward said, putting the paper down into the folder again. “That’ll be easy to remember, Y/N.”

Edward went first, George following right behind him, then Y/N, and Allison last. Edward looked around them at the different entrances, frowning a bit to himself. There were four doors, but along the side of the two outer edge pillars were a spiral staircase, each leading up to the second floor where another door was. George, sensing the confusion of his son, looked to a group of people sitting around one of the three tables in the green courtyard of House three.

“Excuse me!”

“Dad, no!” Hissed Y/N, but it was too late. Her father was already on his way over to them.

“Do you lot know which one of these are flat 34?!”

“You don’t have to shout.” Y/N mumbled to herself, feeling the incredible urge to become invisible.

“That one.” One of the girls pointed to the turquoise door behind Y/N, to her right. “That’s flat 31,” she pointed to the door behind and to the left. “Flat 32,” Front left. “33,” Front Right. “And flat 35, 36, 37, and 38 are all on the second floor.”

“Thank you so much. Were afraid we had gotten ourselves lost there for a second.” George’s laughter boomed thought the courtyard as he walked back the five steps to his family. “This one, poppet.” He said, pointing to the one behind Y/N and to the right.

“Really? It was so hard hearing every single part of your conversation.” Y/N turned around, knowing that the reason she was being a bitch was because of how immensely terrified she was of that moment her family would leave, and she’d be left all alone in big, scary London.

Edward rolled over to the door, fishing the key out of the folder and handing it to his sister, giving her a smile. It was that exact same smile that had cured her of so many anxiety attacks before, that had instantly made even her darkest days bright. And she hated knowing she wouldn’t see it after today for at least a month. She wasn’t sure how often she would go home to Hawkley on the weekends, but her mother had told her to stay at uni the first few weekends as it was important she got to know the people she was living with. And also to become more independent, though Allison had never said that out loud.

Reluctantly, Y/N put the key in and turned, opening the door into her new home for the next year. The walls were a dull cream colour, the carpet floors blue, and from how worn-out it looked, Y/N assumed this flat had been used for a few, lively pre-drinks in the past. As she stepped through the door, to her right was the stairs to the second landing of the flat, but she was too busy finding her room and getting inside to care about the second landing yet. Walking through the door right opposite her, she entered a hallway with the same cream walls and blue carpet, but along the wall in front of her were four wooden doors, each with a number placed on it. Y/N read from the top of the hallway and to her right; 1, 2, 3. At the top of the hallway was a door with a huge square glass window on it, and through it Y/N could see the kitchen. That meant the door at the other end of the hallway was the shared downstairs shower, and the door to the left and beside the one she was now walking through, was one of two toilets.

Y/N walked to room three with her suitcase dragging behind her, her hand with the key outstretched.

“Oi!”

Y/N stopped, looking over her left shoulder at her father that still stood in the doorway, looking back at the rest of the family.

“Give Y/N this.” It was Edward, and soon the manila folder was in George’s hands. “It’ll be a bloody round of Cluedo trying to fit me in through that maze. I’ll wait out here.”

“But Ed-“ Y/N stopped protesting, knowing that her brother was most likely right. Besides, he knew very well where he could and could not fit. But Y/N had so wanted to show him her new room, have him decide where she would hang his paintings as putting them up on a wall made him happy, and they were always so beautiful it was a privilege in itself to have Ed want her to have them. However, this maze of a house was not made for people in wheelchairs. Y/N hated this house already.

“Eddie will see your room when we bring his crutches next time, yea?” George smiled.

Y/N just turned toward her door, not answering to her father as she knew doing so would most likely bring her to tears. Any little thing could trigger her tears today, it seemed. Turning the knob, Y/N walked inside, looking around the room she would call home for the year to come. She flipped the switch to her right, illuminating the           yellow-white coloured room. Just to her right as she entered was a huge brown pinboard, covering most of the wall till it stopped by two dull cocoa brown shelves, a desk of same colour under it, sporting a blue Devonshire wooden frame armchair. Accompanying the chair to its left was a window, the same tedious blue on the curtains that were drawn before it. Behind the door stood a wardrobe in the same ugly brown as the shelf and desk, beside it a run-down sink and mirror with a shaving light above it. Y/N could already tell it was the kind of light that would blind you once you turned it on, so white you would be blinking away spots in your vision for weeks. In front of the sink, leaning against the left wall and the opposite one, stood a single bed, stripped bare to its white mattress alone.

“Well, go inside, then.”

Y/N did as her father said, walking over to the bed and putting the bag on her back down on the mattress before placing the key on the desk. Doing the same, George opened the curtains, letting some of the day’s sun in, and smiling at the simple view of house five right outside his daughters’ window. Allison came in right after, putting the suitcase with the other ones.

Allison put a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “George, why don’t you take Edward for a walk around campus while I help Y/N unpack, yea?”

“I’ll keep him company.” He gave Y/N a smile. “And I’ll be back to say goodbye to you.”

He walked out, and Allison had the same look as George on her face. A mixture of pride and sadness. Y/N looked away.

Together, they started unpacking the suitcases first, as her family were to take those with them back to Hawkley. Storing them in her tiny room would prove very difficult as there were no places to put them. Allison hummed a soothing melody, and Y/N got lost in her own thoughts, blinking away tears that were threatening to spill and quickly wiping away those that did. When George and Edward came back from their stroll, it was time to say goodbye. She walked outside with her mum, and the four of them walked to the entrance to house three, where they finally exchanged hugs and kisses. Allison hugged Y/N first.

“Goodbye, my sweet darling.” She said, smiling into the crook of her daughters’ neck. “Be good. I’ll see you very soon.”

Y/N nodded, giving her mum the biggest smile she could muster without bursting into tears right then and there. The smile wasn’t a big one.

“Poppet.” George embraced his daughter, stroking her back and swaying the two of them from side to side. “Have a blast, yea? And don’t distance yourself from the others. You’ll find university is bloody wicked once you take it all in.”

Y/N clung to her father, closing her eyes into his chest and willing the tears to leave. Willing all the sadness and the mortification and the dread of everything that was to come, to leave. But it didn’t. Because holding her father’s familiar frame and hearing his low chuckles roll softly off her skin, was nearly enough to make her collapse and beg them not to leave. So, her heart beating faster than it had ever done before, Y/N stepped away from her father, turning to her brother.

Edward resembled their mother as well, the same hair, eyes, and straight white teeth. Though where Y/N had gotten their father’s crooked bottom teeth, Edward had taken his dimples. He was one of the most charming, most caring, most beautiful people Y/N knew. Her best friend. And she had no idea what she would do without him. She bent down, hugging him against her, closing her eyes as she felt his fists against her back, holding onto her tee shirt. She felt him swallow, and uneven breaths, and while she would normally have mocked him for it, laughing at him for being a sap, she did not find it in herself to do so now.

“See ya, Goose.” Edward whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“Later, Maverick.”

Their favourite film; Top Gun. Neither knew when their obsession had started, but it had been their parents that initiated for the family to have a film night, George putting this on the telly for them to watch. And every film night since, they had watched Top Gun. Y/N and Edward did pull one of their laptops out every now and again, though, to watch it together. Ever since that movie night, they had gone by these nicknames. Y/N got to be Maverick since she fancied Tom Cruise mad.

The siblings pulled away, not looking at each other, both knowing it was for the best. With one last kiss on the cheek from both her parents, Y/N watched as Edward turned his chair around and her parents dragged three empty suitcases along the walk up to their car. Not wanting to linger there for a minute longer, not wanting to know if they looked over their shoulder at her, Y/N turned around and near jogged back to her flat. She needed to be alone. She needed to be alone now. Tears were threatening to spill. Her heart thumping in her ears. Vision blurry. She took a grip of the door handle, turning it. But it did not open.

No.

Oh no.

Oh God, please no.

Y/N went through her pockets, breathing heavier now as panic took over. Her front pockets were empty and she did not have any back pockets. She remembered the exact spot she had put it on her desk. And also how she had forgotten to bring it out with her. Calm down. Everything’s going to be fine. Just breathe. Closing her eyes, Y/N inhaled. Willing every cell in her body to stop buzzing with anxiety. She exhaled. Inhaled. Exhaled. But she could not stand outside her flat, as that would not help. The only thing she could do was ring the doorbell and hope someone was in. And what a great way to meet her new flatmates.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the biggest muppet on the British Isles whose braincells often stop working. Nice to meet you.”

Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God. She had to ring the doorbell. She had to. Had to initiate an awkward conversation with someone she did not know. Because she couldn’t stay out there all day long. So, before she could think much about it, she rung the doorbell. Warm chills of nervousness swirled from her right pointer finger and through her entire body. It was the most uncomfortable heat wave Y/N had ever experienced. Fisting her hands at her sides, she looked through the round window at the top of the door, anxiously waiting. Finally, she heard a door shut, and soon after, a girl looked at her as she opened the door into the downstairs hallway.

“May I help you?” She asked, her voice a delicate sort of deep that most found enticing, like the slow fall cake batter did into its pan.

“I live here, but forgot my key in my room when I was saying goodbye to my family.” Don’t think about them, Y/N, don’t think about them. She swallowed thickly.

“Oh!” The girl smiled. “It was you we heard! Hi, I’m Tiana.”

She reached her hand out and Y/N took it, hoping Tiana didn’t take notice to how sweaty her hand was. Smooth black skin, and a smile that would leave everyone admiring her, Tiana had a charisma about her that Y/N was sure everyone around her would find appealing. Her long black hair fell down her back, being held back by a pink hairband, that almost matched her pink tank top.

“Y/N.”

“Welcome home, Y/N.” Tiana giggled, stepping aside to let her housemate in. “Which one of the rooms are you?”

“Room three.” Y/N said, watching Tiana open the door into the hallway.

Tiana gestured for Y/N to walk through first, and she gave her a smile before she did. “Then you’re my neighbour, I’m two.”

Y/N nodded, crossing her arms as she walked to stand outside her door. Her heart was still beating too fast for its own good. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

“One is Ian, two me, three you, four is Finn, five is Spencer, six is Annie, and seven is Becky.”

Y/N felt herself dizzying.

“We’re in the kitchen hanging out, if you wanna join.” Tiana said, pointing to the kitchen behind her with an inviting smile on her lips. “We’re just getting to know one another and having fun.”

Pinching her arm, Y/N gave Tiana a smile back. “I should really unpack.”

Tiana nodded, arm falling to her side. “Come out whenever you’re done, yea? We were kind of hoping you’d show up soon. Been dying to meet the last one.”

The last one. They had all been boding and talking and hung out before Y/N had even got her. Panic arose again, but Y/N pushed it down. At least some of it.

“I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Good! See ya, Y/N!”

Y/N watched as Tiana turned around and walked through the kitchen door, loud laughter wafting from the room for the few seconds the door was open. It shut behind Tiana, leaving Y/N all alone in the corridor. She knew she should have come into the kitchen. Knew she should sit down with her new flatmates and get to know them. Knew she should not retreat to her room like a dog with its tail between its legs, crying for shelter. But that was exactly what Y/N was doing. Opening the door into her room, she slowly closed the door behind her. The bags were still on her bed, none of them opened. The room was quiet, neither of her parents or any of her flatmates around. Not a single sound was audible except for Y/N’s breathing. In house five across from Y/N’s window, someone was walking around in their room as well, though they were not alone. It seemed to be three flatmates hanging out together. Already laughing. Bonding. Loving uni life already.

Y/N rushed over to the window, throwing the curtains shut. No sun shone in on her room now, no natural light. The tedious white lamp in the ceiling was the only thing helping Y/N navigate her way through her room. By the little space that was left to sit on her bed, she sat down, her right arm resting on one of her bags. She took in her small room again. How bare it was. The minimal personality. The tastelessness of it all. There wasn’t a definite time Y/N knew she started crying, but she was pretty sure when her eyes fell on the door, the same door her mum and dad had left through some minutes earlier, she knew she was utterly and completely alone.

Symphony No. 3, Allegro moderato played from Y/N’s laptop as she put her Hampshire Countryside calendar on her pinboard. Tuesday 30 September was circled as that was the day university started. Y/N had Mondays and Wednesdays off, meaning, if she wanted to, she could go home to Hawkley after classes on the Friday and come back to uni on Monday. Spend some calming time with her family, her cows, and the forest of future Christmas trees before heading back to busy London. But she had promised her mum to stay put in London for at least a month, and she intended to keep that promise to her mother. With her hands on her hips, Y/N looked around her newly decorated room. Her violin laid on one of the shelves, taking up most of the space, and the shelf over it was occupied by books alone. Her laptop stood on the desk with a lamp that had come with the room, as well as stationary she would need, such as post-it notes, pencils, erasers, and so on. Her bedsheets were draped in sunflower beddings, white and yellow fluffy blankets and pillow laid around her bed, making it very welcoming. Her pinboard was already decorated in pictures of her family, her timetable for her first semester, a dinner plan, and everything else she might need or think looked pretty. Her room finally felt somewhat hers.

The door into the kitchen opened, and Y/N jumped over to her laptop, pausing her music. Voices were heard as everyone walked off to their rooms, all of them sounding excited and happy. Y/N drew a hand through her hair, listening intently as everyone opened their doors and into private. The fact that everyone was now alone in their own rooms, now that Y/N wasn’t missing out on anything by being the only one not present, made her feel instantly better.

Suddenly there was a knock on her door. Head whipping in the direction of the door, Y/N felt a weird sense of being trapped. Whoever stood on the outside of her door knew she was in her room, she couldn’t not open the door for them. So, hesitantly, she walked over to it, opening to see Tiana standing on the other side.

“Hi, Y/N.” Tiana was smiling, looking so beautiful that Y/N had a hard time forming letters into words.

“Tiana, hi.”

“Okay so, we assumed you were busy unpacking, which I totally get because it took me two days getting things in an out of all my suitcases and for my room to look good, you know? So, we didn’t want to disturb you and make you come out of your cave if you didn’t want to.”

Y/N nodded, crossing her arms.

“We planned on going to Bop tonight as a flat. Pre-drinks will be in the kitchen at 6, so get dressed and get ready to party!” Tiana threw her arms up in the air, looking ecstatic. “That is, if you want to, of course! But we really, really want you to join.”

“What- What’s Bop?” Asked Y/N.

“The school club, basically. It’s on campus. Every Wednesday they have a party there, but since it’s Freshers Week, they host a party every single day.” Tiana let her arms rest on her hip. “So, what do you say?”

Nervousness piled up in the pit of Y/N’s stomach. If she started drinking she’d most likely not have control of herself by the end of the night, both embarrassing herself and making her flatmates think her annoying. Well… she wasn’t the worst drunk, but when she was nervous alcohol tended to have more of an effect on her. And she did not fancy letting her new housemates see her throw up on their shared toilet. Besides-

“I don’t have anything to drink.” Y/N admitted.

Tiana waved her hand at her. “Oh, you can borrow from me, babes. No problem at all.”

Y/N bit her lip. “You sure?”

“Oh yea! It’s only vodka, so I can’t drink a whole bottle alone. I’d be happy to share it with you.”

Despite how nervous Y/N was to meet everyone she was living with for the first time in the matter of two hours, she felt herself smiling at Tiana’s generosity. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” Tiana said, walking to her room beside Y/N’s.

“I’ll thank you anyway.”

Tiana giggled as she opened her door. “Fine. Oh!” She pointed at Y/N, eyes big. “Wear something slutty! Or something nice! Be sexy!”

And then she disappeared into her room, Y/N doing so too. Though Tiana was the complete opposite of Y/N in every way there was to be dissimilar to someone, she felt a strong liking for her already. She had been so keen on getting to know Y/N that it made a warm fire play inside her. Suddenly, Y/N was eager to get to know everyone as well, and she hadn’t thought she would be. Not at first, at least. But Tiana had made her feel so included, not at all invisible, and no one had ever really done that for Y/N before. Walking over to her laptop again, Y/N resumed her music before walking to her closet, opening it and looking through everything she had brought. She wanted to look good for her first night out with her – hopefully – new friends, so what she wore seemed to matter very much. Though, deep down, Y/N knew that no one would really care what she wore at the end of the day. But she still wanted to look good. If not for the others, then for herself.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror.

A rust ribbed scoop neck bodysuit covered her top half, and a high waisted black coated skinny Yazmin jeans her lower half. Along with black heeled sandals, a pair of black cut-out teardrop earrings and a black handle cross body bag where she could have her phone in, Y/N thought herself ready. Charging by her bed, she got her phone, dropping it in her purse, and got her keys, putting them with her phone. She hovered by the door, hand on the door handle, and mind in turmoil. Music sounded from the kitchen, people already in there talking and walking around. She knew that her first time walking into the kitchen and meeting everyone else had to be now, and as scary as it was, she had to dive in head first. At the thought, her pulse quickened, and for a brief second, she closed her eyes.

But not for long. Because the door beside hers opened. Tiana. Y/N whipped her door open, stepping through it and into the hallway. For a single second, Y/N was surprised at her own actions at first, not necessarily understanding why she had reacted the way she had. But it soon dawned on her that walking through that door with Tiana, would somehow make it easier. Tiana was bubbly, loud, and – though Y/N did not know her flatmate well yet – loved attention. It would make he introduction to the rest of the gang shorter, Y/N believed.

“When I said sexy, I didn’t mean for you to try and outshine me, babes.” Tiana joked, hand on her hip and a smile on her face. It seemed the edges of her mouth were always tipped upward into a permanent beam.

Y/N gave Tiana a smile. “You look amazing.”

And she really did. Tiana wore a mustard ruched tight-fitted dress with chain straps, and when she did a twirl for Y/N, she had to bite her lip and convince herself not to let her eyes go all big. She really did look amazing.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re an absolute stunner, you.” Tiana said, reaching her hand out for Y/N. At first, Y/N did not know what to do. But slowly, she walked over to Tiana and took her hand, the two walking over to the kitchen. Tiana turned the handle and walked inside, smiling at everyone sitting around the table.

“Everyone, last flatmate is here!”

Everyone cheered and clapped, and Y/N was suddenly overwhelmed by how excited all of them seemed to be to meet her. For the seconds they smiled at her, she took a few to look at the kitchen. Opposite to the door was a fridge, and then a counter, following along the wall opposite the door wit cupboards over it and stopping as it reached a huge window overlooking house five, the table for the house residence by it. Where the window stopped, the counter continued, cupboards over it, and another fridge where the counter ended. An oven and sink were also among the grey counters, both seemingly over-used.

“Y/N, so nice to finally meet you.” A boy with muscular build, black hair and beard said, giving her a smile.

“And you.” Y/N said, walking over to the table with Tiana after she got the two of them a glass each.

“Here you go, Y/N.” Tiana said as they sat down at the edge of the table. “Annie, could you pass me my vodka and juice, please, babes.”

The girl sitting by the wall, the window behind her, did as Tiana asked.

“Thanks, boo.”

Tiana poured vodka and cranberry juice into both of their classes as Sugar by Robin Schulz played from the speakers placed on the counter by the table. Just when Tiana poured juice into one of the glasses, Y/N noticed that it was the cranberry kind. She hated red berries. But since Tiana had been so nice to lend her some of her alcohol, she kept her mouth shut. She’d just have to endure the pain. No matter how bad she’d want to throw up.

“We’ll take a round of names then.” Said one of the boys, sitting by the wall, the speaker behind him. “I’m Ian, in room one, and I study Tourism with Business.” He had very sharp features, and short blonde hair, a mole on his cheek that moved as the corner of his mouth tipped up.

A small girl with long dark hair contrasting against her pale skin, looked at Y/N, smiling. “Becky, room seven.”

“Spencer, room five, studying Psychology.” Said the boy that had said it was nice to meet her when she entered. He was wearing a white shirt along with suit trousers. A very classy man, it seemed.

“And I’m Tiana, your neighbour, and I do Psychology and Counselling with Foundation.” Tiana said, grinning at Y/N.

Y/N cleared her throat, looking around the table at everyone and raised her hand in a wave. A wave? Y/N thought to herself. A wave?! You’re waving now?! “I’m Y/N, in room three, and I’ll study Music.”

“I also do Music.”

Y/N looked at the guy to her right; black, and with the brightest smile she had ever seen. His dark hair was short as well, skimming his scalp, and the minimal hair really fit him.

“Finn, room four, and your course mate.”

For some reason, this calmed Y/N, and she sunk a little into her chair. She smiled at him.

“I’m Annie, room six, and I also study Psychology.” Just like Becky, Annie had black hair, though her was straight, a little more volume. She also had a bit of a bigger frame, and clip-on nails in bright pink. Y/N smiled at her also.

“Okay!” Ian clapped his hand together again, gaining everyone’s attention. “Now that we’re all here, ready to get drunk, what do you lot say to a good ol’ game of Never Have I Ever?”

“Yes please!” Tiana sang, waving her arms above her head.

“Ready.” Finn said, grinning.

“Wicked. I have an app on my phone.” Ian got his phone, typing away on it before he looked up again. “Okay. We say one of the Never Have I Ever’s, then pass the phone on to the next person. Everyone knows how it works, yea?” Ian looked around the table, rather to help those in aid of instruction than to judge anyone.

“You just drink if you’ve done it, right?” Spencer asked, earning a nod and some ‘yes’s. “Cheers.”

“Okay, peasants,” Ian said, smiling at his phone. “Never have I ever injured myself trying to impress someone I was interested in.”

Annie, Finn, and Tiana drank, Ian laughing as he looked around the table.

“Explain yourselves!”

Tiana shrugged her shoulders. “Tried to strip at a party, but hit my head on the pole in the bedroom and passed out.”

Finn and Annie both blinked.

“Fuck, my injury pales in comparison.” Finn said, laughing. Annie nodded, agreeing. Everyone laughed, clearly impressed by Tiana and her wild past. Y/N even found herself laughing, something she didn’t think she would on her first day away from her family.

“Fine, snicker all you want.” Tiana said, holding up her hands in surrender.

“Did you get some, though?” Spencer asked.

“Get some? I was passed out.”

Spencer laughed.

“Becky, your turn.” Ian gave his phone to little Becky who took some hair behind her ear before reading out loud.

“Never have I ever broken something at a friend’s house and then not told them.”

No one drank, making Ian gasp.

“Are we all… good people?”

Finn chuckled. Spencer took the phone from Becky’s hand, clicking on it for the next one to pop up. A low whistle escaped his mouth, a smile soon accompanying it.

“Never have I ever been upset by a partner not performing well in bed.”

Becky drank, as everyone else catcalled and ‘ooh’ed. Putting her glass down, she smiled at everyone around and shrugged her shoulders, radiating a ‘what can I say’ vibe that made Y/N giggle. She reached for a glass and took a sip, trying not to grimace as she swallowed the cranberry juice and vodka.

“Y/N, you too?” Ian asked, grinning.

“No, I was just drinking.” Answered Y/N, feeling herself blush a bit.

“My turn.” Tiana sang, taking the phone from Spencer. She squealed. “Never have I ever sucked toes.”

No one drank, and Tiana raised her eyebrows, nodding.

“Nice, no one with a weird foot fetish that I need to steer clear from then.” Tiana gave the phone to Y/N along with one of her beams. “Y/N’s turn.”

“I do have a foot fetish.” Finn admitted, sipping his glass. “But I don’t suck on them… If you know what I mean.” He winked, sending the table into hysterics of either laughter or shouts of disgust. There was absolutely no way Y/N could try to stop her giggles. She had been so tremendously scared of this day, to meet all of these new people she would be living with, if she’d get on with them or not, and she found herself very much having a great time. Yes, she’d much rather be home with her family, watching Top Gun with Edward and walking along the endless moors with her mum, but this was a decent second option. At least she wasn’t nervous anymore. Or as nervous.

“Go ahead, Y/N.” Tiana said once the shouts had calmed down.

Y/N cleared her throat. “Never have I ever ridden an animal.”

“Like… cowgirl?” Becky raised her eyebrows.

“Most likely not in the sexual way of riding things.” Annie said.

“Just wanted to make sure.”

Y/N drank, and so did Spencer. Since everyone’s eyes were on her, Y/N had to fight as hard as she could not to show how much she really hated the taste of cranberry. Not that vodka was any better, but she would’ve drank it clean rather than with cranberry juice.

“A horse.” Spencer explained, eyes falling on you.

“A cow.”

Silence.

“Cow?” Finn asked, not being able to help his snicker. He seemed to enjoy having a laugh as that was what he seemed to be doing most of the time.

“Yea, we have cows on my farm and when I was younger my dad would put me on one of them called Rita, and I’d get to ride her while my dad held my hand.” Explained Y/N, sipping her drink again out of reflex, not thinking that she had to once again not gag after swallowing.

“You grew up on a farm?” Ian turned the volume of the speakers down.

“Yea, in Hampshire.”

“Bloody hell.” Ian exclaimed. “I’ve lived in London all my life, never even seen the bloody ocean.”

“I’ve seen the ocean, but never ridden a cow.” Becky huffed. “London life isn’t as adventurous as one might think.”

“Oh, no one thought the London life was adventurous to begin with, darling.” Spencer joked, making everyone laugh again.

Y/N handed the phone over to Finn who clicked on it for the next statement to pop up on the screen. “Never have I ever been arrested.”

No one drank.

“You lot aren’t a fun lot then, are ya?”

The gang continued playing the Never Have I Ever game, getting to know one another and having loads of laughs in the meantime. An hour and a half later, and everyone were mostly drunk, but not Y/N. She had told Tiana no when she was about to make Y/N another glass of vodka and cranberry juice, which she loved herself for. Tiana hadn’t questioned it, which Y/N was grateful for. And now, the flat was about to leave for Bop, ready for their first night out together. However, a very sober Y/N was searching for a way out, for a time when no one would notice her slip into her room for a breather. As much fun as she was having, she felt her batteries drain quickly as social interaction sucked the will to live right out of her. Just as the rest walked out the door however, Y/N last, she noticed Annie walk up to the first landing. Pity flooded Y/N, her chest giving in a little as she just watched Annie. She must have felt someone else’s presence, as she looked over her shoulder at Y/N, face blank. Y/N saw herself in that face. Saw herself in those anxious eyes, and in the helpless set of Annie’s shoulders; tense, like she was a little too nervous to come out with the rest. Annie was doing what Y/N wished she had the courage to: stay back and not go out with the flat.

“Y-You okay?” Y/N asked, holding onto the strap of her purse.

“Yea, just not feeling well. Have fun.” And then Annie disappeared.

Y/N thought about Annie walked off all the way to campus. Sad for her, at the same time envious. It was a weird mix of emotions, and Y/N could not for the life of her explain it rationally. But she guessed the reason for it was that she did not want to go out with the flat after all, but the pressure of missing out on something, being that one weird flatmate who barely emerged from her room, didn’t sound very appealing. Y/N wanted to at least try to keep up.

Bop was dark, only the corridor lit in white lights, and Y/N knew it would blind everyone walking in and out. The bar shone of purple, and so did the dancefloor, blurring out everyone’s facial features and making it hard to concentrate for longer periods of time. But the flat mate it in as a group, the music loud and the small student club crowded. Y/N felt uncomfortable, running her hands through her hair and giving Tiana a smile when she caught her eye every now and then. She had never really been in a club before. Sure, there was a single club home on Hawkley, but not as grand as this one. Not that this one was impressive, but Y/N imagined it would be if she had been drunk; the dizzying and happy glasses that drunkenness provided you with would have made her oblivious to the bad music and disgusting lads trying to get it on with pretty girls.

Y/N still thought of Annie and how she had just left her in the flat. She knew Annie most likely did wanted to be in the flat, but she could not help feeling bd regardless. Maybe she should have tried to convince her to come? Maybe she wanted someone to stay with her and Y/N hadn’t taken the hint? Was she a bad person for leaving? Y/N blinked herself out of her own trance when Tiana took her hand and dragged her over to the bar.

“I need a drink.” Tiana shouted to Y/N over the music.

“Then let me buy you one.”

Tiana looked to her right and away from Y/N who instantly shrunk. She did not want to be part of this conversation, some kind of weird third-wheel to whatever was going to happen between Tiana and that blonde guy she was now staring down. He was handsome, Y/N had to admit.

“Danny.” He said, introducing himself with a charming smile. “And you must be Beautiful.”

Tiana laughed and Y/N rolled her eyes, trying not to make it obvious just how strange she already thought this lad was.

“Tiana, Beautiful is my middle name, though.”

“Have no doubt.” Danny turned to the bartender. “Two apple ciders, please.”

“ID?”

Danny got his wallet out, giving the bartender his driver’s licence, Tiana doing the same. He gave it back to them when he could confirm they were over the age of 18.

Tiana clicked her tongue. “I do like the apple ciders, though the strawberry and lime ones are better.”

“Hey, bartender!” Danny leaned over the bar, catching the attention of the person who took his order. “Change one of the ciders to a strawberry and lime one, yea?”

Y/N was completely forgotten after that. She didn’t blame Tiana for having fun, for flirting with a guy and clearly having a good time, she wanted her to. But as she stood by the bar counter, shaking her head when the bartender asked if he could help her, or when she looked around and didn’t see any of the familiar faces from her flat, she felt completely alone again. Sober and not having an idea as to what to do, Y/N opt for the best option she had: take care of a very drunk Tiana. Though it seemed like her flatmate was having a good time, she didn’t want to lose sight of her and have her end up somewhere with someone she would regret. So she stayed put, acutely aware of Tiana and Danny drawing closer and closer to one another, giggling into each other’s ears. They even started making out at one point, but Y/N would rather forget about that moment when she felt Tiana lean against her, only to be horrified and see Danny – in almost every sense of the word – devouring Tiana.

“Danny!”

Tiana and Danny stopped their kissing and giggling to look at the guy that had just appeared by the latter’s side. Y/N couldn’t get a good look at the intruder, but thanked him for temporarily stopping whatever awkward threesome Y/N was finding herself in. Danny and this other guy talked, and Tiana turned to Y/N.

“He’s cute.”

“Who?” Y/N frowned, the loud music deafening.

“Danny’s flatmate.”

Y/N tried to get a good look at him, but to no avail. It was dark, the purple light from the bar made it hard.

“I guess.” Y/N agreed, looking back at Tiana.

“While I go fuck Danny, you can try it on with the flatmate.”

“Tiana.”

“What?.” Tiana shrugged. “It’d be cute! We shagged two people from the same flat.” She grinned. “On the same night!”

“I’m not sleeping with him.”

“Why not?”

“Because I just…” Y/N looked away from Tiana, feeling very small again. “I just… don’t want to.”

Sensing Y/N to be uncomfortable talking about this, Tiana stopped pressing her, and instead placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. She gave it a squeeze, and Y/N looked up at Tiana again, feeling something other than comfort in the way she touched her. Like she knew how Y/N was feeling.

“Hey,” Danny dragged Tiana toward him, the hand on Y/N flying off her. “Wanna go somewhere private?”

Y/N did not hear the rest of their conversation, they were off before she knew what Tiana had answered him with. Open-mouthed, Y/N watched them run off, grabbing at each other and kissing. For the life of her, Y/N had no idea how someone could decide they wanted to have sex with one another after not even an hour in each other’s company. Sure, both Danny and Tiana were hot, but… what? Y/N tried not to be judgemental, but she could not help herself. This was so unlike anything she would ever do and think decent that she was absolutely stunned. She guessed they were just that horny.

She looked to Danny’s flatmate who stood looking after them as well. Brown curly hair that reached his jawline, a cream silk shirt on that was tucked into his brown trousers, held up by suspenders that ran in a cross along his back. He was handsome, Y/N thought, now that she got a better look at him. Maybe even better looking than Danny, though, for some reason, Y/N doubted he’d admit he was pretty to stare down. Suddenly, and with a sigh, he walked off.

Y/N walked around the club alone. She tried to find any of her flatmates, but the crowd was huge, and the dim lighting made it impossible to recognise anyone. Dancing at first had been fun, but this night seemed to grow worse by the minute. Once again Y/N was inside her room, everyone outside it having the time of their lives, making the most of the start of university. But she was all alone, isolating herself. She didn’t know how to have a good time in a place she felt so out of touch with, or how to blend into a crowd she did not want to be a part of.

She did not know how long it had been, but Y/N found herself in the corridor again, the one leading out of Bop. About to walk out and back to the flat, she saw someone in her peripheral vision, leaning against the wall of the corridor by the bathrooms. Looking around, Y/N blinked as she was still not used to the bright lights after having been in the cub for so long. Her eyes landed on Danny’s flatmate, hands in his pockets, back against the wall while he looked down at the floor. He seemed to be waiting for something, maybe to go to the loo, or maybe for someone, Y/N did not know. Neither did she know why she walked over to him. There were three different toilets; women, men, disabled. The flatmate stood on one side of the disabled toilet’s door, looking up at the wall before him as Y/N leaned against the other side of the door.

“They’re fucking in there.” He said, voice deep, and Y/N thought she might hear a slight tinge of sleepiness in there as well. It seemed he was very tired.

Y/N shuddered a little, nodding as she too stared at the wall ahead. “So… Danny’s your flatmate?”

Heart thumping fast, Y/N suddenly felt all kinds of nauseous. She hated initiating conversation, hated putting herself out there for rejection and humiliation to take hold of her.

“Yes.” He said.

Y/N nodded again, exhaling quickly as she felt awkward. “Why are you waiting out here for him?”

He sighed heavily. “Same reason you are, probably.”

Y/N looked at him. Because you’re terrified of social interaction and feel uncomfortable in crowds? Y/N was about to ask-

“Babysitting a horny lad with three braincells.” He said. “Whereof two are on vacation and the last one on its deathbed.”

Y/N stared back at the wall. “Well, at least they’re having fun.” She said, trying to sound somewhat positive. But the last only snickered.

“Having fun? We’re out here waiting for them to blow their load so we can go home. I don’t give a shit if they’re having fun.”

Y/N did not know what made her do it, did not know the name of the demon that possessed her as she opened her mouth next, but she was unable to stop herself. “At least they’re not waiting outside for someone to be done shagging so they can go back to their flat and to bed. Because that’s so fun.”

For the first time, he looked at her, brows in a furrow and mouth in a thin line. Y/N did not dare look back at him, fear of what had just said, of how she had probably already made someone she barely knew hate her, was too much. Blinking rapidly as tears of stress swam in her eyes, Y/N bit her bottom lip. But she did not have to stand there in that uncomfortable situation for long, because the door into he disabled loo opened, and Tiana stepped out with Danny who slammed the door shut.

“Thought I heard your voice.” Tiana said, smiling. “Come, let’s go back to the flat.”

Tiana took Y/N’s hand, dragging her along.

“Call me!” Danny shouted, and Tiana giggled.

Just as they were about to round the corner, Y/N looked over her shoulder and down the toilet’s corridor again. She met his eyes, the flatmate, and he seemed so confused still, so bewildered, that Y/N didn’t know what to make of it. While Tiana talked all the way home, Y/N tried to decipher that look; tried to understand. But she couldn’t. And she wasn’t so sure she wanted to either.

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[agnetafrieberg]

blah blah blah i hate myself im so sad gay panic blah blah blah death

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i sound like a broken record and there are times when i actually get really sick of it. writing it down helps in the sense that when i try to get my head out of my ugly ass for a minute and think rationally, i realize it’s all so minor and stupid and mostly selfish. i have the same conflicting, melancholic issues people my age have and pretty much every human being experience at some point. i wouldn’t even say i have ‘trauma’ because, well of course i’ve heard messed up shit and i’ve been in uncomfortable situations and i was an outcast teen. and so do millions (literally) of people around the world. i’m just way too self absorbed and dramatic. i think i like attention more than i’d like to admit. not from strangers, mind you, but from my loved ones. i write down the things i feel in the moment and after a while when i go back to them, it’s almost like second hand embarrassment. i see other people’s problems and i feel almost disgusted by myself for all the things i have said about my own problems. you know how often neurotypicals say that all problems can be solved and death is not the solution etc. i don’t agree entirely, but i do recognize that >my ‘problems can be solved indeed. it’s just my messed up head that apparently can’t.

i don’t feel like i know myself but the little i know i’ve always recognized that since the beginning i’ve been a weirdo. the internet is cool because it’s the worldwide weirdo convention, i’ve read people who seem to be pretty much identical to me. i’m just trying to get it together and follow a rational path of thoughts but it’s hard, everything i write just seems stupid and worthless. anyway. at the moment i don’t feel like pointing fingers at other people and i’m not going to, but i’ve been called selfish and the more i self reflect, i start to agree with this. i value, i love and i care about the good people i have in my life even though every single one of my latest actions point otherwise. i think that feeling like ‘a burden’ and the idea of constantly disappointing and hurting others etc is what drives me nutty in the first place. and also the idea of being ‘unloveable’, of course. hence, i enjoy the attention. my mind literally starts doing cartwheels when i think about that stuff. which i do, a lot.

and it’s the same old deal, man. ‘i am so ugly, i am so awkward, i am so lonely, i am so stupid, i am so worthless, i am so pathetic, i am so hopeless (...) i destroy everything, i hurt everyone, i can’t do anything right, nobody likes me (...)’ like i said i always felt a bit off, generally speaking, but some ten or eleven years ago these thoughts became so consuming and suffocating. they suffocate me everyday. you know when you’re with a kid, and they won’t stop moving and jumping around and yelling and doing headstands and freaking out and you’re like omg just fucking stop why can’t you sit still? and you’re so mad because you just want them to stop! the situation with my whacky brain is basically that way. i get tired and i just want it to stop, but the energy doesn’t end, apparently.

idk i still care about myself in a way that when i see my mind is doing its fucking cartwheels again, it concerns me a bit. like last july when i tried to off myself. i don’t wanna go back to the hospital, it’s truly a messed up place to be in. i said i don’t have trauma, but scratch that and add: the hospital trauma! geez, those couple days kicked my ass real good. in a way it was the ‘wake up call’ i was probably needing. i did what so many suicidal folks do: swallowed a bunch of pills, obviously didn’t think it through, made a fool out of myself, lots of drama (ambulance sirens kinda drama), put family through hell, etc. the days i spent in the hospital were 97% crying, the rest just staring at the nurses, watching the news and napping. when i got out of that nightmare, i actually had one of the happiest phases of my life because i was so glad to be in my house and out of pain and with my family and loved ones. and yet, and yet, months later to the date and i feel like i should have done it ‘better’ and it should have ‘worked’ because i’m in very bad pain again :-) {she’s so full of shit...}

i can’t see a future for myself, and i’m being honest when i say this. right now, i see nada. i have no willpower to build a future. shit, i have no willpower to even shave my legs or brush my hair. suicide to me is what celebrity crushes are to general people: it’s on my mind a lot. sometimes all the time. sometimes obsessively. 

my family wants me to stay, and i love them enough to do so, but... i don’t want to be selfish, i don’t want to be a bad person, i don’t want to be an useless adult, i don’t want to hurt others, i don’t want to hurt myself. yet i keep doing these things. agh! help?

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gonna hand this as a note to my folks, wrote it down here first for accessibility and laziness motives. i feel like taking my social isolation a bit further. i don’t feel like doing much of anything except sleeping and being around my mom and our dog. haven’t done a queue for personal blog in ages, but did one today. i need a detox. from myself. what a bitch. if someone read this, peace. until we meet again 💋

[chemically-imbalanced-romance]

Professional Spirit Chasers

Prompt/Synopsis: Ghost hunting

Requested by: Day 26 of @sanderssidesspook

Trigger warnings: Dead character, same character committed suicide but they’re the ghost and it has a really happy ending, when we first meet Patton he’s super sickly and really really sad

    Word count: 2439

A/N: I… I don’t know what this turned into. Oh well.

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“Roman, honestly, it’s not that hard, just hold the camera still.”

“I’m trying!”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking at Virgil. “Let’s get this out of the way, yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Logan made dead eye contact with the camera. “My name is Logan Sanders, I’m with my fiance Virgil, and we’re professional ghost hunters.”

“Spirit chasers,” Virgil corrected quietly.

“Whatever.”

They stood in front of a nice-looking, two bedroom house, with blue walls and big windows. It was close to midnight.

“Roman,” Logan said, “our less than talented cameraman today-”

“Excuse me-”

“-reached out to us and offered to record one of our sessions to give him practice, and to prove that spirits aren’t dangerous at all. Now that introductions are out of the way, we’re going to pretend the cameras not there, because it makes me uncomfortable and it gives Virgil anxiety.”

“Lo, you’re rambling,” Virgil mumbled with a little smile.

“Right.” He blushed. “Ahem. Let’s begin.”

As they walked up the drive, Roman rushed to keep up. “Uh, Logan? Mind telling them what we’re doing here?”

He sighed. “If I must.” He straightened up, grabbing what looked to Roman like a flat black box with an army green screen. “We’ve been contacted by the owner of the house that they believe a spirit is lingering inside. They’ve asked us to clear the spirit.”

Virgil wet his lips as they stopped outside the front door. “The, uh…”

“Speak louder, babe.”

He fumbled with his messenger bag. “The spirit,” he showed up a picture of a boy with peach skin and messy golden hair laughing while hugging what looked to be a stray cat, “is believed to be twenty two year old Patton Hart. He died two years ago, and lived here alone. It was ruled a suicide.”

Logan spoke while Virgil unlocked the door. “My fiance will be contacting the spirit, while I monitor the equipment.”

Inside, it was mostly half-unpacked moving boxes, the only things set up being the couch and the entertainment centre. The television was off.

“Hey, teach, you ever use Ouija boards?” Roman grinned while looking through the camera.

“That’s a good way to get killed,” he said offhandedly, looking around.

“Oh.”

“Spirits, are harmless. Ouija boards don’t invite spirits, though.” He looked at Roman with a glare. “They invite demons. We don’t use them.”

They went into the kitchen- It was small and narrow, cabinets and counters on either side leading to the dining table in the back.

“Temperature dropping,” Logan said, his eyes glued to his box thing.

While Roman and Logan stayed in the doorway, Virgil ventured in, his gaze drifting around curiously. He looked almost ethereal, with his black lace dress, the sleeves coming down to his palms, the light glimmering across his makeup. Any time he remembered the camera, he got nervous, small, but he seemed content enough to get to know the spirit.

“What’s he doing?” Roman asked.

“Shut up,” Logan said.”

They sat in tense silence as Virgil looked around, until he turned and said, “He’s not down here.”

That was apparently a queue Roman didn’t understand- Logan moved to set all his equipment on the dining room table, and Virgil began inspecting every inch of the kitchen. He ran his fingers over a crack in the wall, closing his eyes.

“Uh…” Roman zoomed in on his fingers. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be looking for the ghost?”

“Patton will come to us if he wants to.” Virgil straightened up, brushing down his dress. “He’s just like a person, we can’t force him into anything.”

“What if he doesn’t want to leave?”

Virgil squeezed past Logan to the other side of the kitchen, a gentle hand on his back. “We’ll talk with our client about what to do from there.”

“Sometimes they insist we make them leave anyway,” Logan said, fiddling with a mic, “in which case we keep trying until the spirit agrees, or it’s time to stop. A lot of the times we’re able to come up with a compromise, though.”

Virgil glanced at a stain on the wall, the wallpaper curling. “People are most often compassionate when given the choice.”

“If he leaves, where does he go?”

He shrugged. “Depends. Not everyone wants to pass. Sometimes they stay with us for a while while we find some family for them to latch onto, and they become a familiar. Sometimes they just want a quiet place to stay.”

Roman looked at him over the camera. “Is he stuck here?”

Virgil looked at the camera nervously, and turned away. “Not really. He has to want to leave, or at least be okay with it. Like I said: We can’t force him to do anything.”

“Verge,” Logan secured the mic in his belt and grabbed the box thing, “ready to go upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “No, no, no- Everyone who goes upstairs in horror movies ends up dead!”

“Good thing we’re not in a horror movie.” Logan grabbed Roman’s shoulder and gently pushed him out of the kitchen. “Come on, cameraboy.”

Upstairs, it was even more empty. They stopped in every room before Virgil stopped them in the master bedroom, the dresser and bed set up but otherwise everything was in pieces or boxes.

“He’s in here.”

Roman’s heart pounded as he whipped around to look at Logan. “What?”

“Don’t look at me!” He snapped. “Point it at Virgil, this is his part.”

Virgil sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes fluttering closed. “Patton? The lady who lives here asked us to talk to you. Am I speaking to Patton?” He opened his eyes and looked around.

Two blue eyes stared at him from the cracked open closet doors. “Yes.”

He smiled comfortingly. “Can you come out here, please?”

Patton hesitated; The closet doors creaked open further as he stepped out, Roman gasping and turning to it.

Patton, more or less, looked like he did in the picture, only much sadder and with rope burns around his neck. He wore pajamas with black cats all over them, his feet bare and his eyes swollen from crying. He looked sickly, like he hadn’t been eating.

“Who’s he looking at?” Roman demanded, his face full of panic. “Who’s he talking to?!”

“Aren’t cameramen supposed to be quiet?” Logan insisted, glaring. The more he spoke the harder it would be for Virgil to do his job.

“What…” Patton’s voice came out hoarse. He coughed weakly. “What does she want?”

Virgil bit his lip. “She wants you to leave.”

Little sobs bubbled out of Patton’s lips- He buried his face in his hands as he weeped, Virgil’s heart breaking in his chest. Logan had to stop himself from going over to him, instead looking at the box in his hands.

“Temperature dropping rapidly.”

“Hey, Patton, look at me,” Virgil said softly. “Look at me. Can you follow my breathing?”

“Ghosts need to breathe?!” Roman whispered.

“I will send you out of the room!” Logan hissed.

Patton peeked at Virgil through his fingers, and Virgil gently led him through a 4-7-8 rhythm until his breathing was steady again, his sobs dulled down to little tears tracking down his cheeks.

He patted the spot on the bed next to him. “Come closer, let’s talk.”

Patton sat next to him- Their knees would have been touching, but instead Patton’s dipped into Virgil’s.

“You can see me,” Patton said in confusion.

“I’m a medium. I want to talk.” Virgil pointed at he spoke, “That’s my fiance over there, and Roman’s an idiot.”

“Uh!” Roman exclaimed, offended.

Patton giggled, and Virgil grinned proudly. “Do you have any family we can take you to?”

Just like that, his face faded back to sadness. “No,” he mumbled.

He frowned. “No friends?”

“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging. “Please- Please don’t make me leave,” he begged, starting to sob again. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

“Patton,” he said gently, “the first thing you should know is that we can’t force you to do anything.”

“Why is he telling him that?” Roman asked quietly.

“He doesn’t want to have any unfair advantages.”

“If you want to stay here, you can. But if she doesn’t want you here, and you stay anyway, she might leave instead. And people might not move in again. If you come with us, we can make sure you aren’t alone anymore.”

Patton stared at the ground, looking defeated and upset. “...You promise?”

“I promise.”

Patton looked up at him, tears threatening to break loose in his eyes again. “If I try to hug you will I go right through you?”

Virgil chuckled. “Probably. But not forever. You can work on it, build your strength.”

“Okay.” He straightened up. “I’ll come with you.”

Roman zoomed in way too close to Logan’s frustrated face. He sighed, pulling down his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tell me again why Virgil decided to keep you.”

Roman zoomed out. “This is live, I’ll have you know. You can’t hide how mean you are to me anymore!”

“I don’t hide anything.”

They were in the group’s new office, Logan sat on the maroon couch and trying to read. He tossed the book on the coffee table, sighing.

“They want to know if you’ve found a place for Patton,” Roman said, sitting on the coffee table.

“Yes, we have.”

“Can I tell them, can I tell them?!”

Logan stood, going to the kitchenette in the back to brew some coffee. “It’s beyond me why so many people care about such an odd job. All we do is help people relocate.”

Roman groaned dramatically. “God, specs, you just turned the coolest job into the most lame-sounding thing in the WORLD!” He followed him. “Can I please tell them?!”

Virgil came down the stairs holding a bundle of folded up clothing. “Do you think this would fit Patton? Now that he’s moved in, I want to start getting him stuff, but it’s hard to measure a ghost when they’re still transparent.”

Roman let out a whine. “I wanted to tell them!”

Virgil zeroed in on the camera. “Oh my God, are you filming?” He covered his face, hissing, “Roman! You have to warn me!”

“Babe, here.” Logan held up his Stranger Things mug. “Coffee.”

Virgil grumbled to himself, setting the clothes down on the counter and taking the mug from him. “Thanks.”

Logan wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his head. “I’m sure the clothes will be fine. If they aren’t, we’ll just get something else.”

“Is Patton gonna come on ghost hunting missions with us?!” Roman asked excitedly.

“Spirit chasing,” Logan corrected.

“I wouldn’t mind having some help, actually,” Virgil said, embarrassed. “Sometimes they’re a little hard to convince.”

“If he wants to come, then sure.”

Roman punched the air. “YES!”

“Roman, put the camera down!” Logan snapped. “You’re going to break it, and Virgil needs a break.”

“Whatever.” He shut off the camera, setting it on the counter. Logan tsked and moved it away from the coffee pot.

Virgil blinked. “That’s not… How you should end a livestream…”

“Does Patton like me?” Roman asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Verge? Huh? Does Patton like us?” He pouted. “You’re still the only one who can talk to him!”

“That’s… Not really true. You can talk to him, he just can’t talk back. Well, he can, you just won’t hear it. Anyway, I’m pretty sure he likes everyone.” He brought the mug to his lips, downing half of it before setting it down and burying his face in Logan’s shoulder.

“Virgil!” Patton called from upstairs, and Logan slammed his hands over his ears. “I think I broke something!”

Roman flinched. “What the fuck was that.”

“I see Patton’s getting his voice back.” Logan hesitantly straightened up.

“Transparency, too. He’s working really hard. I’ll be up in a minute!” He pulled away, kissing Logan. “I gotta go.”

He rushed upstairs, to the filming room. Patton was sitting on one of the bean bag chairs, in a baby blue gown and a flower crown made of sunflowers, a matching blue choker covering his scar. He had gained some weight back, and jumped up when he saw Virgil, smiling excitedly.

“Virgil!” He bounced over to him, giggling. “Do you think we can get a cat? I’ve always wanted a cat!”

“If you can convince Logan, sure.”

“Hey!” He whined.

“You’ll be able to talk to him soon.” He rested his hands on Patton’s shoulders; They sunk a little, then stayed put. “They heard your voice down here.”

Patton gasped. “Really?!”

He shrugged. “Well. It sounded like white noise, but yes. They heard something.” He looked around curiously. “What did you break?”

“Oh, yeah!” He pointed across the room, to the table in the corner that held a little pile of shattered glass and a puddle of something bronze.

“Apple juice is my favourite and it was right there I just had to try!” He shrunk in on himself a little. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he promised. “I’m proud of you for trying. How far did you get?”

“I held it a couple inches off the table.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Inches?”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah!”

“Patton, that’s great! That’s so much better than last time!” He squeezed his shoulders, before going over to the small closet in the corner. “Why don’t you go watch T.V. while I clean this up? Ro and Lo are downstairs.”

Watching T.V. with someone was one of Patton’s favourite things to do while he was still getting his voice and body back. It was easy for him to turn the T.V. on, since he didn’t have to hold anything, just click it. On his worst days, it took him ten minutes to get it on. Everyone made sure to turn the channel back to the one he liked when they were finished so he didn’t have to fumble with the remote.

Patton grinned. “Okay! Are we spending the night here?”

Virgil nodded. “Lo and I want to get the video we shot yesterday edited and up as soon as we can. You can go with Roman, or come with us, in the morning.”

He slipped out the room and happily bounded downstairs while Virgil got the cleaning supplies from the closet. When he and Logan decided to do this together, they didn’t exactly expect to adopt a ghost, or turn it into a paying job. But Patton liked them and, well, now they could do it full-time. All thanks to Roman.

Hey, Max? What the fuck was that?

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[leswansong]

Chapter Twenty-Six- Adrinette April - Notes for You

Day 26 - Civilian Heroes

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Adrien pushed the shopping cart further down the ile, he still didn’t know how to pick out fresh vegetables from the ones that weren’t, he sighed and just picked up a bag of prepackaged zucchini, usually, he had Marinette to help him but Marinette needed to work today. She didn’t explain what had happened but apparently, someone had messed up an order and it was all hands on deck if they wanted the costumes ready for filming on Monday. He looked down at the list in his hand, he only had a few things left to get and they didn’t need him to judge which pumpkin would be better for a soup or roast.

He strolled down ile after ile picking up the final items he headed down the next ile although not on the list he did want to pick up some sweets just in case the Kwami’s were needed. He already had a small wheel of cheese in the cart.

He looked at all the different sweets, he hadn’t learned as much as Marinette from Master Fu. Marinette knew everything about each and every Kwami. She knew their names and what they ate as well as their personality. He only knew a handful of names and even less about what each of them enjoyed to eat. He decided that an assortment of different sweets was the best choice of action with his limited knowledge.

“Hello!”

Adrien jumped at the voice, it was a child’s voice. He looked down to see a boy no older than four at his feet.

“Hello…” he replied bending down to the boy’s hight, “where are your parents?”

The small boy giggled, Adrien glanced around for any sign of the boy’s parents but found that they were the only ones there. Adrien threw the bag of assorted treats up into his cart as to free his hands.

“What’s your name?” the little boy asked.

“My name is Adrien, what’s yours?”

“Peter.”

“Where did you last see your Mother?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders.

“Hmm… where did you last see you father?”

The boy pointed towards the cash register. Adrien held his hand out for the boy to take which he did, he started to slowly push his cart further down the ile making sure not to walk to fast for the boy. There were quite a lot of people waiting in the queues most of them were women. Adrien looked around for a frantic parent whether that was a man or a woman. He learned long ago that children weren’t the most reliable source of information.

He bent back down to Peter’s side, “Do you see them?”

The boy nodded his head and pointed to a woman standing at the far register, she had an even younger child in her arms. Adrien stood up and walked towards the woman.

“Excuse Me but I believe you may have lost this little one,’ he stated.

The woman spun around to look at him then down at the boy, “Peter?”

“He probably wondered off when you were unloading the cart, he made it all the way to the sweets ile.”

“Thank you, thank you for bringing him back to me.”

“It’s no problem, Madame.”

The woman pulled the boy closer to her, “I… I think it’d be best if I put him in the cart…”

“Here I’ll do it, seeing as you have your hands full with that one,” he replied, he quickly picked the boy up and into the cart, he resisted the tiny urge to tickle the child.

“Thank you again, you’re a hero you know that.”

“It’s really no problem.”

He smiled and headed to another register to pay for the items in his cart. He carefully packed away the items in bags and head out towards the carpark. He was surprised to see Marinette’s red hatchback parked next to his silver Jeep. He carefully rounded them both and opened the boot of his car to place the shopping bags in, he kept his ears sharp listening for Marinette’s ‘silent’ approach, she was never any good at trying to sneak up on him, her footsteps were always too heavy and loud and judging by her breathing she was hiding behind the stone column to his left. He sighed and waited for her to make her move, he only had a few bags left so she would have to make it soon. And soon she did, he had just put the final bag in the back when she started towards him, she was banking on the loud sound of him closing the boot to hide her footfalls. He chuckled to himself, she was still going to try and scare him.

“Marinette… you know that it won’t work.”

“Damn it, Adrien, you could have let me try.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Lunch break thought I’d help you but you… seemed to have it already covered, anything exciting happen while I was working?”

“No not really, a little boy wandered away from his mother though, he was sweet very talkative, his mother didn’t even realise he had wandered off.”

“And you brought him back to her, you're still a hero at heart ‘My Minou’.”

“And you would have done the same if given the chance ‘My Lady’. How- How long do you have?”

“A few minutes,” she replied glancing down at her phone, “on second thought… I better start heading back, Ms Rosina wasn’t happy this morning.”

“The designer's temper one I know all too well.”

Marinette playfully hit his arm in retaliation, “I’m Leaving!” she shouted, unlocking her car, her playful laugh was music to his ears.

“I’ll see you at home?”

“Most definitely,” she called back.

The sound of her car starting made it sound like a lions roar in the concrete walls of the carpark. Adrien blew her a kiss through her open window before she drove off, he watched her tail lights disappear into a sea of cars before he got into his own.

—====+====—

Marinette, watched a car go flying past her office window, that had definitely raised a few eyebrows as she was currently on the fourth floor. It didn’t immediately click that was something wrong with the sight and she continued about her business as if she had just seen a bird fly past. She ran her pair of fabric scissors along the length of fabric and with the final slip was when it clicked. She rushed to the window looking at the street below, flames rose from turned over cars, shattered glass covered the pavement from destroyed storefronts. She felt like she was having a serious case of Déjà Vu as she felt around for her phone finding it missing and when she finally found it, Adrien was already calling.

“Another one?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I think his intentions are pretty clear with this one.”

“I’m still at work, I won’t be able to get over to the apartment to retrieve-“

He cut her off, “I’ll make my way to you.”

“No! head to the apartment I’ll tell you the code,” she explained shoving everything back into

“Are you sure?” his voice crackled through, some loud bangs echoed behind him.

“I’m sure,” she replied, she stepped out of her office into a frantic scene, she highly doubted it was from the Akuma raging in the streets.

She headed for the back door hoping to slip out unnoticed by her co-workers. And in their rush they didn’t, they were so busy trying to fulfil Ms Rosina’s every request that none of them questioned her even if they did notice.

Marinette paused in the closed doorway, she… she hadn’t expected to see an Akuma. People screamed at the sight of it, it was ugly, it looked like a- a- she didn’t know what it looked like. It was wet and slimy, it had the figure of a man but only one eye, it was grotesque. She was lucky she didn’t get time to eat her lunch because it would have been a pile on the side of the road by now.

Adrien was silent on the other side of the call, he was probably figuring his own way around the other Akuma, she wondered if it was as ugly as this one. She watched it for a minute trying to understand what its powers were. A child’s cry reached both hers and The Akuma, she looked around to find a woman near a green. The Akuma approached the woman as she tried to pull her child from its restraints. The Akuma ignored her shouts and insults, its target was clear, Marinette looked around for something anything to draw the attention away from the woman. A pile of rubble from a damaged building was to her right, it was a long shot but her only hope so she did it. She picked up a rock and threw it into the air feeling the weight of it just how she once tested the weight of her yo-yo, once happy with it she hurled it at the ugly beast.  After a few rocks the Akuma turned to face her, the woman whispered a thank-you to her, the child was finally free from its car seat, she was glad that they were safe but now she had an Akuma after her.

—====+====—

Adrien grabbed hold of the stranger's hand and pulled them into the safety of the building, the woman murmured a quick thank you still half in shock. Adrien waited for the perfect moment when the Akuma wasn’t looking and made his way out of the building back down the street towards his apartment. Marinette had confirmed that when she was at work on the other side of Paris that there was another Akuma causing a ruckus near too. His father hadn’t even been in Paris a week and he was already releasing two Akuma’s at a time. It was going to be a busy day.

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