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immaculatetfs · 3 years

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Hey! I have a story idea. What if a group of bros decide to go cow tipping on a farm and the farmer is a wizard. He stops them and attaches cow bells to their necks slowly transforming them into cows. Their utters produce muscle milk which he sells in stores.

Can do (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

Muscle milk

*Animal TF*

Jaques Caleb and Chad had been best friends since starting school together. All three had been quick to meet on the football field, their loud, immature humour making the trio thick as thieves, all the while making the rest of their classmates dismiss them as egg-headed and obnoxious, stereotypical jocks. This bond between these three only strengthened as they grew into their late teens.They spent most of their time together either working out, playing football or partying. There was a rumour that back in the 50’s there had been a tradition for highschool leavers to go cow tipping on their last day, a practice that had been outlawed after perpetrators had mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps it was this that gave Caleb the notion at the school ball afterparty.

“YOOOOO BROOOO We should go cow tipping Broo” he slured

“What? Nah bro well miss the party” replied Chad as he made out with his girlfriend

“WeRe gOnnA MIss ThE pArTY, nah man. It's gonna be a RIOT. Don't you wanna uphold the Greenfield tradition?” Mocked Caleb

“Nah man, come with us , it's gonna be HILARIOUS” Jaques chimed in

“Ugh you guys are such idiots. Seeya babe” Chad gave his girlfriend one last long kiss and the trio left the party’s smell of deodorant and booming music, their heads swimming with fireball and beer and mouths chuckling as Caleb made ribald remarks of what they would do to the unsuspecting cows.

They chose a field that was about 20 minutes away from their school that just scraped the outskirts of town. They believed that nobody would be looking out as the last caught tipping was ages ago, but still wanted a quick escape.

After climbing over the wire fence, the three made their way up a hill to the nearest heftier, a large cow with swollen udders and belly, likely late in the stages of pregnancy.

“Nah guys we shouldn't do this, it's wrong” said Chad, having sobered up on his walk there, but both of his mates ignored him entirely as they usually did. The two snuck up to the side of the slumbering animal, creeping up until they had hands right against her hide.

Caleb looked left to Jaques, who gave him a stupid grin.

“One……..”

Twooooooooooo”

“STOP” a deep, mature voice commanded. They froze. Behind them a man had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere

“What are y’all doing on my property this time’a night” he said in a thick southern drawl

“You kids doin’ some cow tipping?”

They were unable to move, each standing like statues in the cold, night air.

“My bad, y'all can move now” he waved his hand

Suddenly they could breathe again

“Sir, We didn't do anything!” pleaded Jaques

“Yeah sir! Nothing!” Caleb paroted

The stranger sighed. Well I ca……..

“Well do anything, just don't call the cops on us! I have a scholarship and iy that happens...!” Caleb cried out, interupting

For a moment there Caleb thought he saw a sinister sparkle in the strangers eye, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared, if it was ever there at all

“Well i've been needing work done round here recently, how's that sound?”

The sobered younger men agreed, reasoning it was better shovel some hay than get caught breaking the law.

“Great, Follow me”

He led the group to a large shed, heavy with the pungent smell of animals. They could hear cows mooing

I’ll need y’all to stick these round yer necks” the farmer pointed to three huge, steel cowbells, attached to leather harnesses that laying together on the barn floor.

“What?” exclaimed Caleb

“Put it on or do I need to tell the cops what I saw tonight?” the man said darkly

Begrudgingly, the three men lifted up the heavy metal bells and clasped them around their necks, struggling with the weight.

“Don't we need better fitting ones? This is almost down to my belly button, and it's so heavy as shit!” complained Jaques

“Oh that's gonna right itself now don't you worry kid” the man clicked his fingers and all three of the jocks began to feel queasy. “Now y’all will stay here now wont you? I need to go get some things.” The man walked out of the barn, followed by an *click* as the door was locked.

The three jocks looked at each other, a mixture of fear and confusion on each of their faces.

Suddenly, Caleb moaned.

“Oh guys, I feel really fucking weird” he said. He felt his balls tight against the fabric of his underpants, and when he looked down he could swear his bulge was bigger

“Guys, what’s happening?” His bulge was definitely getting bigger

“I don't know, but it's happening to me as well!” Jaques stared in horror as his sack grew with exponential speed until became so large it was visible against his baggy workout shorts

“Ohhhh” moaned Caleb as his jeans tore apart with a RIIIP and his engorged sack spilled out, exposing himself for all his bros to see.

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“What the fuck is that!” he exclaimed “It looks like a, a …”

“An udder”

Behind them, the farmer had returned with two buckets in hand. He was grinning

“The fuck is happening? I thought we were just gonna shovel some shit and be done?” the panic was clear in Caleb’s voice

“Never said nothing ‘bout that, told y’all that I needed work done. I ain't had no new muscle milk cows for a while, bout time I got myself a breeding pair or two” he smirked at the terrified jocks

“Speaking of” he looked over at Chad, who was growing a bulge of an entirely different sort than Caleb and Jaques. While their balls swelled to inhuman size, his member was growing longer and longer while his balls dropped lower and lower. His dick’s tip thinned, losing its mushroom-shape and becoming slender and pointed. Chad stared at his new member in horror, “I'm becoming a Bull”

“There's a smart kid! and what are thems bout to be?”

“C..Cows''

The stranger walked over to Caleb, grabbed his member and gave it a firm tug. Orgasmic pleasure rolled over Caleb as thick musky cum squirted out his erect cock from his full sack, causing him to moan

“Hear that? yer gonna be a cow. Looks like you two are coming along nicely, rest of yer new nipples should be coming bout now”

And so they did, pushing out of the two jocks swollen new udders emerged round fleshy nipples, each was a size and thickness that made indistinguishable from what had been their loved cocks.

With the udders fully formed, the farmer tugged the two shell shocked jocks over buckets, his skilled hands milking them simultaneously. At first, hot jets of thick white pungent cum squirted out of their udders, but as the rhythmic tugging and squeezing and massaging continued, the content of these spurts became thinner and turned pink until what they excreted was entirely warm, creamy, muscle milk. The farmer dipped his finger into the liquid for a taste. Satisfied, he then took the entire bucket and chugged, with each gulp his already toned frame grew harder and harder, his muscles expanding. “ ahh always best fresh.” he exclaimed, wiping his mouth of the warm, rich, creamy substance.

the already muscular jocks began to bulk as well, though not solely with muscle. Their stomachs, pecs and asses swelled bulbously with muscle that was then smothered with a thick layer of wobbling fat. This expansion left the clothes of the men as little more than rags. Their fingers merged together, nails thickening and darkening as their thumbs sunk into their hands, all the while the same was happening to their feet concealed by their worn sneakers. Soon in place of hands and feet, the jocks had hooves

As his body bulked up further, Caleb’s centre of gravity began to change. For a precious few seconds he wobbled and flailed, until ungraceful falling onto all fours. Try as he might, he would never again stand up. Jaques had better luck, keeping balance until he felt a harsh shove on his thick muscle ass and he too fell on his new hooves, humiliated.

Chad’s bull cock had been hard and throbbing all the while watching this, pumping him to the brim with raging bull hormones. He was overcome by the tide of testosterone, surrendering to base animal instinct. Nothing mattered save eating sleeping and fucking. Gone was all of his higher brain functions His body expanded thicker and thicker as he grew to a size that put his two bros to shame. From his head he felt a splitting pain as horns flushed out through his skin. No longer capable of speech, he roared in pain, a sound that deepened as it went on, becoming entirely animal as his vocal chords rearranged. He fell onto all fours, his feet and hands having been replaced with hooves and raw muscle.

As all three stood on all fours, the transformation accelerated. They felt as their organs rearranged in their massive bellies, their stomach splitting into five chambers as to better digest huge amounts of food. They lost control of their bowles, leaving piles of filth behind the widened holes. The taints of Jaques and Caleb sucked into their bodies, changing into the fertile wombs of muscle milk cows. The pheromones that they released drove the new bull into a frenzy and he mounted Caleb, who had only moments before been his best bro.

“I’ll leave you three too it, see ya tomorrow bright an early for milking” the farmer left the barn, not even bothering to even close the door.

The skin of the young men began changing, it hardened, thickening into a rough and thick hide as short, pink hair sprouted across it. The last thing to change was their heads, noses moistened, becoming wide flat across their faces, eyelashes grew and hair fell from their heads. The men’s ears elongated into cow ears, being covered with the same hair that was now thick across their bodies. Their mouths pushed out, becoming snouts as their screams of lust as they mated lowered to base, animalistic grunts, moans then finally moo’s. Finally, Jaques and Caleb began to lose their minds, Chad having already succumbed to his base animal lust. Memories of being human disappeared from them, lives at school and at home, their crushes, their best and worst games everything was replaced with memories of gorging on grass, being milked (or mounting) and restfully sleeping in the barn.

Despite this, there is evidently still present a bond between the three .The two new cows are inseparable. The same might be said of our new bull, though his mind would treat anything with a hole as an intimate friend

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tobesobri · 4 years

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When the Lights Go Out (Halloween fic; 8k)

𝖆/𝖓: first off, happy Halloween yall! This is my second favorite holiday and so I really wanted to get something up in celebration of it! I’ve talked a lot on here about having trouble with writing recently and so I do what I normally do with writer’s block and I just leave what I’m stuck on and go off to write something random, which is what this ended up being. So, my writing style is definitely different and maybe not great, but this is just for fun so I don’t care! I still hope you enjoy! There’s spookiness (not too much), enemies (frenemies) to lovers, pumpkin carving, smut, alcohol consumption, and giant skeletons 💀 (oh and Harry dressed as Tarzan 🥵)

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𝕸ost people’s Halloween traditions weren’t too complicated; usually involving cult-favorite scary movies—ranging from Halloweentown to Nightmare on Elm Street—handing out Snickers and Kit-Kats to tiny trick-or-treaters, or just getting wasted at a friend’s haunted house party down the street. Their friend group, on the other hand, opted for a pumpkin carving contest every year on Halloween at Jason Hallow’s house, and, yes, his favorite holiday is Halloween because of his last name. And so, a few years ago when they were all undergrads together, he began hosting the annual carving contest at his house, in which they all paired up and, at the end of the night, whichever pair’s pumpkin came out the best—as judged by Jason, the resident Jack O’ Lantern expert—won whatever candy was leftover. That and marathons of R-rated horror flicks as well as occasional breaks to go out in the neighborhood and scare some of the kids while dressed in terrifying monster masks and slightly drunk off their asses from too much Tennessee whiskey.

Jason’s house was, hands down, the place to be in their neighborhood. Everyone who came by always wanted to join in on their festivities, and one year, they’d been just drunk enough to let a few of-age neighbors join in. This year, though, it was different. The stakes were higher. They were competing not only for the candy, but also for the much envied twelve-foot tall skeleton Jason had found at Home Depot which currently sat in his front yard amongst his other outrageous decorations. The skeleton was definitely the most noteworthy and had been the center of plenty group photos from just about every one of his neighbors since he had brought it home and especially tonight. In fact, every time the doorbell rang and he greeted another group of kids in his gory doctor costume—because Jason was in med school after all—every one of them squealed about how much they liked his skeleton. And so it almost pained him to have to give it to one of his friends after tonight, but if he’s being honest, he has nowhere to store it—he’d purchased it completely on a whim—and next year they will compete for it all over again anyway.

Tonight is also different because Harry and Y/N are not getting along. They all knew this beforehand, but simply brushed it off until they realized it was much worse than anyone had imagined. They had a horrible friendship—if one could even call it that—ever since they’d met as freshmen pre-law students six years ago. Sometimes they got along, but mostly, they bickered non-stop at each other, which all their friends took as misguided flirting. They got along for about six months once, after a drunken hookup, until, of course, Y/N hooked up with someone else and set off the volcano that was their relationship all over again. It had been calm recently with both of them needing each other’s help through their vigorous law school studies. So, a truce had been made and they tolerated each other at best. Tonight, though, the monsters had truly been unleashed and neither one of them had stopped picking at each other since they’d arrived.

It began on the street, when Harry took the spot Y/N had wanted to park in. Then at the door, when he asked her how her midterms were going and she felt like stepping on his toes until she crushed them. Which was perfectly logical since his was barefoot and mostly naked in his stupid Tarzan costume he’d recycled about four times now since they’d all known each other. He only wore it when the weather was warm, as he claimed, but they all had a suspicion he wore it so that he could watch Y/N drooling over him all night.

She wasn’t innocent either, in his defense, at least not this year when she came dressed in a sexy Beetlejuice costume, something none of them ever thought was possible. But she made it happen. She wore a too-short black and white vertical striped t-shirt dress—which had rips in all the right places, particularly across her chest—and a pair of neon green boots that were Doc Marten knock-offs she had found online. Other than that, she had spray painted the front bits of her hair a grey-green color and did her makeup to match the theme, dark purple smokey eyes and a green color used as contour. It looked good, she looked good, not that Harry would ever say that out loud.

Jason’s entire living room and dining room floors were covered with plastic tarps. He’d set up the usual fold-away tables and chairs for everyone. It was an easy clean-up job that wouldn’t leave pumpkin guts smudged into his hardwood floors or, even worse, the beige carpet in his living room. And, as always, he had a line up of various pumpkins on his kitchen counter—and the necessary kit of carving tools—ready to go. They usually didn’t start until nine-thirty or ten, once everyone arrived and had a few drinks in them and they had all agreed on what movies to watch. This year was a marathon of The Conjuring franchise, because Jason had spent way too much money on a box set and he would not be wasting them. Nobody objected anyway because the movies held a sentimental value to all of them. Every year since the beginning when a new movie came out, they all managed to go see it together, and also cause a horrible ruckus in the theater. Although they’d almost been kicked out a couple times, it was still some of the best memories together they’d ever had.

There was also that one year, when Annabelle Creation came out and Y/N and Harry were getting along on account of the LSATs, that they’d secretly gone home together. And then, of course, pretended it never happened.

That had been the second time they slept together, the second time she’d woken in his bed, with Harry’s annoyingly toned arm wrapped all the way around her, and the last as well because Harry got into a serious relationship their first year of law school and that had been the end of things.

Well… not completely the end. At least not until tonight.

“Okay we’re getting started!” Jason announced over both the music and the television, which someone turned down before Jason continued. He stood, wobbling, on one of the foldable chairs, for no other reason than the bottle of vodka in his hand. He was teetering on the edge sobriety and really didn’t give a fuck if he fell off. “Y’all know the drill! Isa’s handing out the cards. No whining. No trading. Or you’ll be disqualified.”

The cards in question were riddles that they had to match up with the answer. Half of them got the riddle card, the other half an answer card and that would determine who their partner was.

Y/N both wanted Harry as her partner and detested the idea at the same time. She was all for it because, well, he was hot dressed in nothing but his small piece of brown loincloth fabric hanging loosely on his hips. But at the same time, she knew they wouldn’t win together and she really wanted that skeleton.

The riddles were all hand-made by Jason on his computer and then laminated in his girlfriend’s school’s teacher lounge however many years ago. They all knew every answer to every riddle by now, but it was still a much more fun way to pair up than picking names out of a hat.

Y/N read her riddle twice, having absolutely no recollection of the answer to it, however—which was probably due to the alcohol she’d consumed herself within the past hour. She wasn’t all to blame, though, Harry had a lot to do with it too. She was still mad at him, for what she wasn’t sure, but she also could not stop herself from stealing glances at him and the only way to stop feeling so many confusing things about Harry was to drown it all away.

She read her riddle one last time: The person who built it sold it. The person who bought it never used it. The person who used it never saw it. What is it?

Her brain felt like mush after the third read and she hoped someone would find her first and give her the answer. She peeked around at people’s cards as they all tried to find their pair, some of them meeting up immediately and getting the prime pick of the pumpkins. It had dwindled down to just a few of them and she finally waltzed herself up to Harry, grabbed his card from his hand without his permission and read it.

In bold, 16-point Helvetica font, it read: A coffin.

Of course.

She rolled her eyes, shoving his card against his stupid bare chest and groaning audibly. “Figures I’m stuck with you.”

When she finally looked up at him, though, she wasn’t all that upset about her odds as she pretended to be. Not with the way his face set into a devilish, wicked, up-to-no-good look that made her want to rip him from the room and rip his useless Tarzan costume off too while she was at it.

He had also been drinking, which was made even more clear when he opened his mouth. “You’ll always be stuck with me.” And then he leaned in a little bit, his smirk widening and his eyes darkening and the sweet smell of vodka on his tongue strengthening, “Forever.”

She hated the buzzing in her stomach he caused, and hated that she liked knowing they probably would, at the very least, know each other for the rest of their lives. It had already been six years since they met and she still hadn’t managed to shake him off. And now they were finishing up law school together and getting offers to work at the same firm together. There would be no escaping him, not that she really wanted to.

The only time she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him was when he had a girlfriend. She hated seeing him in her classes, in her study groups, her circles, at her internship. He was always there, though, rubbing it in her face as she had once done to him. Hers was just a dumb hookup, partially just to spite him, and his was… well he dated the girl for entire year before they broke up and he seemed genuinely heartbroken over it. It had been serious, and Y/N had been seriously miserable the entire time. Even more so when she found out they’d split up and she just about threw a party while Harry moped around campus. She couldn’t help it, though, she’d liked him ever since they met, but then they just sort of… didn’t get along all the time.

She knew he liked her too, at least a little bit, or he’d never have slept with her twice. How much he actually liked her though was still up for debate, and so she chose keeping their weird hate-love relationship over ruining all of it by admitting her feelings for him. Plus, she liked working with him and getting his help on exams and papers too much to ruin that as well.

Y/N grabbed the third to last pumpkin, an unopened carving kit, and led the way to two lonesome chairs. They sat closest to the door, and farthest from the dining room and Jason, in their own little corner where they had enough room to stretch out given that no else had laid any claim on the other side of their table yet.

“So,” Harry began once they were settled and Y/N began opening the kit of tools, “what are we making?”

Before giving him an answer, she laid out all the tools on the table in front of them, next to their poor misshapen pumpkin, and then reached down into the side of her boot and pulled out a black sharpie; she’d learned a couple years back to start brining one. It might have been cheating, sketching her design beforehand, but Jason never outlawed it.

“I’m making Jason’s favorite Tim Burton character and you’re in charge of the guts.” She dictated confidently, slapping the sawing tool and the large orange plastic spoon in front of him so he could get started right away.

He eyed the tools for a moment, then the pumpkin, and then finally her. “Absolutely not. I’m not doing all the shit work while you do the fun stuff.”

“Thought you’d be used to that.” She half-mumbled, but he still heard her over the rest of the noise in the house. And, frankly, she was right. When they had interned together last year, she always handed off the demeaning tasks to him, like getting the coffee or making copies, while she did the much more interesting parts of the job. What she didn’t know was that she didn’t make him do anything. He always did it so she didn’t have to.

He sat back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, arms that her eyes—which were completely out of her control at that point—glued to immediately. He’d been working out ever since the break up and finally filled out the Tarzan costume a lot better. He’d always had a nice body, she knew that, but now… now he made her dizzy.

“I’m not doing it. Least not all by myself.”

She gave up then, mostly because she lost her will to argue against the pout of his lips and the flexing of his biceps—which weren’t ridiculously big, but they were subtle and modest and very much bigger than they had been this time last year when he’d dressed up as a shirtless baseball player. Most all of Harry’s costumes involved some level of nakedness and not much sense, but she didn’t complain too loudly. And his arms were definitely bigger now than they had been the last time she was in his bed and he was over her.

“Fine.” She groaned, grabbing the mini saw tool and then standing to begin carving a hole at the top of their pumpkin, around the stem. She made it big enough for them to be able to stick their hands inside, and then once she was finished, pulled the stem piece off and set it aside for later, chopping off some loose bits of pumpkin shreds first.

Despite his earlier protests, he was the first to dig into the pumpkin, standing as well and going hands first into the thing where he pulled out fistfuls and dumped it into a pile on the table. They went back and forth digging out the insides of the pumpkin until finally, Harry grabbed the spoon and really went in. And she didn’t even bother offering to help, and instead stared, again, at his stupid biceps and especially at his hands, which were slick from the pumpkin juice. She shuddered remembering where his hands had once been, and then pulled herself together remembering how long ago it had been and how very little interest he’d shown in picking up where they’d left off pre-girlfriend.

Once the pumpkin was fully gutted, they both sat again, and cleaned their hands off on the paper towels Jason had set up on each table.

She was the first to begin the process, sketching out the design with her sharpie of Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas. She’d carved the character before, but still needed a reference picture on her phone to get all the details right. And Harry watched her the entire time, memorizing her face for the millionth time while she concentrated, and sometimes he stared at her hands, too, hands he also found himself reminiscing over, to the point of needing to cross his legs so it wasn’t made visibly clear what he was thinking about. He was starting to regret recycling the Tarzan costume.

While they all worked, Jason answered the door and handed out candy about once every five minutes. The best part of their tradition wasn’t the pumpkin carving itself, but rather, the atmosphere. They loved the feeling, the adrenaline rush of it all. How messy everything would eventually get, how loud they all were. The anguished shouting when someone messed something up. The sounds of Thriller playing in the background mixed with the loud jump scares from the horror movies played all night long. It was heaven to any lover of Halloween (and they all loved Halloween).

She’d let Harry start the carving of the design, informing him what parts were staying and what parts needed to be cut away, before she ventured into the kitchen to grab them both a drink. On her way back, she paused for a moment, just watching Harry work over in their corner. The sight of him almost made her want to finally admit how she felt. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he rejected her, at least then she’d know.

But then Zoe plopped down into her empty chair next to Harry and crushed everything back down like an aluminum can being recycled. She tossed back about half of her Smirnoff after Zoe had scooted closer to Harry and grazed her fingertips across his arm—the one he wasn’t using the carve the pumpkin. And at first, he ignored it, but then he set down the tool, pushed his hair back with his clean wrist and offered Zoe one of his annoying little smirks that Y/N always thought he saved just for her. But now, seeing him use it to flirt with Zoe, she felt stupid and betrayed. And stupid again for feeling betrayed.

She had no claim to him. She just had her memories, as inconvenient as they were at times. But that was nothing and it’d been so long that he showed any interest in her, in anybody, that for her to be jealous now was just pure selfishness. As much as she hated Harry sometimes, she still wanted to see him happy again.

Y/N made her way back slowly, eying what others were doing, until finally joining Harry again just as Zoe went back to her own pumpkin.

She was quiet for a moment, sipping on her drink, watching him as he got back to carving, before cleaning her throat as she finally said something, “What did Zoe want?” And she tried not to sound anything other than curious, but the way Harry glanced at her, with a raised brow, she knew she needed to be so much more subtle.

He took the other cup from her that she hadn’t drunk from and replenished his blood alcohol level. “She just asked me what I was doing after this.”

Instead of opening her mouth and being obvious, she just set her drink down and grabbed both the carving tool and the pumpkin from Harry to take over. He’d already done way more work than she had, so it was about time they switched anyway.

He eyed her curiously still, even though he allowed her to continue where he left off as he leaned back in his chair and took a break, downing what was left in his cup as she worked.

“You’re not jealous are you?” He finally asked, after a few moments to let his brain marinate in the alcohol in order to brave that question in the first place.

“No.” It was sharp. A piercing rejection he felt dig its claws deep into his heart. He couldn’t tell if she was lying or not, but if not, it hurt. More than he was willing to admit, even to himself. He wanted her to be jealous. He always did. That was part of the reason he’d gotten a girlfriend. And of course she was also part of the reason they broke up, if not all of it.

He nodded, “So it wouldn’t bother you if I went home with Zoe?”

He noticed her brief hesitation, when her hand stopped moving and she took in a breath of air, but then she settled again. “Doesn’t bother me what you do, Harry.”

Again, he nodded, still watching her just to get a sense of her reactions. Of course he had no plans on going home with Zoe. He just wanted to know. Where they stood. How Y/N felt about him. Whether she thought about their nights together as often as he did. When they were studying together and she’d shift her hair behind her shoulder and he’d get a whiff of her shampoo and be taken right back to one of those nights, and the nights that came after that when he got lost in that scent on his pillows until it eventually dissipated and left him craving more.

He tried again. One last time. If he still didn’t get the response he was hoping for, then he’d give it up and leave her alone. So, he sat forward, crossing his arms on top of the table, close enough to her now that the buzzing in her stomach reappeared even though she never braved a single glance at him. He was close enough that the smell of his cologne overtook the odor from the pumpkin. Close enough that she felt his breath on the side of her face when he spoke.

“So, I’ve just been imagining the way you’ve been looking at me all night then?” His voice was just above a whisper, and soft, caressing her ears as the sound crept its way inside of her. As it seeped into all the places the alcohol had been, although Harry was always something way more potent than whiskey or tequila. He made her head spin, made her feel everything and nothing at the same time. Made her heart flutter so much at times it hurt.

His words sunk in and all her motions stopped as she froze in place. She stopped carving their pumpkin, stopped blinking, stopped breathing. Staring blankly at their half-finished design until he was wrung out from her system completely. That never really happened, though, because he was staring at her, watching her with those glinting, impatient eyes, waiting for an answer. There wasn’t even the familiar hint of a smirk or a bit of amusement on his face anymore, either, that might have calmed her nerves. Because at least if he seemed to just be messing with her, she could play that game with him, but this was different.

He leaned forward a bit, trying to get her to look at him, to say something, anything, really. He’d be satisfied enough with her lies at this point. But he also knew the absence of an answer alone was all he really needed. He didn’t feel like he was getting ahead of himself, seeing the way her body reacted to him, by assuming that she felt, at least somewhat, the same way he did about her. Because if she’d been the one to ask if she was imagining how he’d been staring at her all night, he wouldn’t deny it.

Just as she opened her mouth, just as she had gathered enough words to form a coherent sentence, the room went dark. Pitch black, actually. The lights all around them flickering off, the television going blank, the music cutting out. And once the startled gasps and dramatic, drunken yelling had subsided, they were left in a ringing silence, so completely opposite to what they had been moments ago that it was painful for their ears to adjust to.

“What the fuck?” They heard Jason’s voice in the darkness and then, finally, a bit of light as he turned his phone’s flashlight on.

“Did the power go out everywhere?” Someone else asked.

And while everyone panicked, all Harry cared and thought about was Y/N’s hand wrapped tightly around his own on his lap. He wasn’t exactly sure when she’d grabbed for him, but once he realized she was there, he didn’t really care too much about the lights anymore. What he did care about still, however, was whether she’d ever answer his question now. If he’d ever get to hear what she was about to say just before the darkness cut her off.

A few of them stumbled about, making plans to go outside and check on things while everyone else stayed inside and waited. The room went dark for a few more moments as Jason left, but then someone else turned their flashlight on, and shined them at the ceiling so that there was at least enough light so that they didn’t have to sit in complete darkness.

If it wasn’t Halloween, the power going out wouldn’t have bothered her so much. Outages happened happened all the time. But now, in the middle of the second Annabelle movie with all sorts of other spooky shit around them, she couldn’t help but be terrified and imagine the worst. Like… what if there was a killer on the loose who had cut their power. What if the killer was chopping up Jason and the others and then eventually heading inside to do the same to all of them?

“Hey,” Harry mumbled beside her, inching closer and rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand, realizing she’d grown tense when her grip on him had tightened. “You alright?”

Hearing his voice again, she let out a breath of air and tried to relax. She watched way too many scary movies and this was most definitely not one of them. Just a power outage, possibly due to everyone being home and using lots of extra electricity on their lights and decorations. She had no reason to panic. Although it could be blamed on Harry as well, if he hadn’t made her an astronomical amount of nervous just before.

She nodded until she realized Harry couldn’t even see her very well. “I’m fine.” She finally affirmed, and, to his dismay, took her hand away from his.

They sat in their own silence for a while, listening to the quiet conversations around them, particularly to Zoe and Julie who were trying to look up any information they could even though their phones were slow from the lack of Wi-Fi and service.

After a little while, she found his hand again in the dark, and this time, she wasn’t afraid from the power going out, but rather what she was about to say. Because if there was ever an opportunity to spill your guts to Harry Styles, it was in a dark room where his grassy green eyes weren’t all over you, sucking every ounce of courage from your bones.

Her voice was in a whisper, and she finally looked at him, or rather in his direction. To the outlines of his face, of his nose and his cheekbones. Even though she couldn’t find the green, she knew he was there, waiting, listening.

“You haven’t been imagining anything.”

She couldn’t quite see it, but his eyebrows had hit the ceiling and before he could question her further, she continued.

“I was miserable when you were seeing Liv and so fucking happy when you broke up.” Her voice shook, but she didn’t let that stop her, “And then miserable again because you didn’t want me. And maybe you still don’t, but it would really bother me if you went home with someone else.”

The quiet almost ate her alive for the next few seconds when he said nothing and she didn’t have his features to go off of. But then, she felt him getting closer until, finally, his lips were at her ear.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

The buzzing was back but this time it was debilitating. Especially when he faced her and cupped his free hand along her jaw. And especially when he tilted her head back slightly to meet his lips, which had pretty good aim given their predicament. She missed the way he felt, she realized, once he was kissing her. Once he had scooted closer and released his hand from her grip on his lap. Once he grabbed up the other side of her face and pulled her closer. And then her hand was left to fend for itself on his thigh, and she, almost unconsciously, drifted her touch closer and closer and closer…

He moaned softly into her mouth when she toyed with the flimsy piece of fabric tied around his waist with her fingertips. And finally, she pulled apart from him, catching her breath before whispering, “Do you think they’d notice if we left?”

He shook his head, “Don’t think I care if they did.”

And so they were off. Trying not to draw too much attention to themselves even though she slightly tripped over the leg of the chair and he tried not to giggle too loudly while helping her. His hand fell into hers again as he led the way out of the living room, down the hall and into Jason’s guest room, closing them both off from any light source completely, not that they really cared too much about seeing each other; they just wanted to feel each other again.

And as soon as Harry had closed the door behind her, that’s exactly what they did. As she wrapped her arms around his neck; as he felt his way around her waist, he kissed her like he hadn’t kissed anyone in years. Like he was a dry, cracking desert and she was a vast river flowing through him.

He took brave steps towards the bed blindly, backing her up further into the dark room and managing to not trip over anything when he finally made it to the bed. They’d both, on separate occasions, spent the night in Jason’s guest room before, which helped when maneuvering around in the dark. For instance, Harry knew that Jason kept his secret stash of condoms in the bedside drawer. Harry had no idea why, but he was thankful for it right now, when, after laying her back on the bed, Y/N had already begun undoing his costume—with such quickness, he was sure she’d studied how the thing was connected to his body so that she knew exactly how to get if off if need be—and, within the next few seconds, tossed the flimsy Tarzan loincloth out of sight.

Which left him in just the black thong he wore underneath. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t have even bothered with it. But, when he had first gotten the costume and tried it on without anything, he imagined all the wardrobe slips and potential boners might not be in everyone’s best interests. So, he went out and bought the smallest pair of underwear he’d ever owned, tucked himself inside of them, and called it a day.

Those, too, were stripped from his body in a matter of seconds, or at least pushed down his thighs to where they no longer covered what they were intended to cover. But then she flipped them around, so that Harry was on his back this time, splayed across the bed and she was finally ridding him of the thong all together and not wasting any time getting her hands on him and he wondered, with how quick she was to get to this point, if she had been thinking about this all night. And if she had, then he would definitely have to whip out the Tarzan costume more often.

He seemed to sink into the mattress once he felt her mouth close on him, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth hanging open involuntarily when he hit the back of her throat. He had no idea how he’d gone so long without her, or why either. Why had he been so stupid? Why did he let her think he didn’t want her? Why did he deprive the both of them of this? Of the way she felt circling her tongue around the tip of his cock, the way he knew she was looking at him even though he could physically not open his eyes or come down off his cloud long enough to tell her how good she felt. How much he missed it. How much he was probably in love with her, even if that might have been crossing some sort of line.

“Forgot how big you were,” she whispered, giggling almost shamefully after wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and giving him a break to actually breathe properly again.

“Think we both know that’s a lie.” He was out of breath already and he was right, although she wouldn’t feed his ego no matter what he said. Although she remembered his cock perfectly fine, she wasn’t exactly used to it. And maybe she had momentarily forgotten what he had hidden under his costume. It’d been two years since they slept together, and the first time it happened they’d been drunk.

She didn’t say anything else, just tried to hide the blush on her face—even though he couldn’t’ see it anyway—by taking a mouthful of him again. She didn’t let him come, though, of course, and he didn’t expect her to either. She never had before. She always led him get right to the edge, to where he was panting and writhing and digging his fingers into her hair, on the verge of screaming her name into the dark, and then she’d stop. Pull him from the back of her throat and leave him a sopping, moaning mess.

He’d somewhat recovered when she crawled on top of him and and sat on either side of his hips with her hands planted on his chest. And now that their eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she could see the curve of his lips as he smiled up at her and even the sinister little twist of his mouth just before he grabbed hold of the hem of her dress and ripped it off over her head, letting it fall onto the bed next to him. He wished they had just a little bit more light, but at the same time, it turned him on having to see with his hands instead. Having to reach up and cup her breasts in his palms and rely on his memories for a better visual than the one he currently had. And as she came down to kiss him again, there was one thing for sure he didn’t need any light or anything but his fingers to do.

He tossed her bra into the same vicinity as her dress and within seconds had his hands all over her again, and his tongue as well, wishing she was on her back so he could worship her in all the ways he desperately wanted to, but also aware that the power could flick on at any moment and he really didn’t have the time.

Not that she had asked, and maybe she just hadn’t thought of it yet, but he still, while continuing to make out with her, reached over, pulled the drawer open on the nightstand and reached inside to locate the box of condoms.

However, once he did, and he didn’t find what he was looking for, he sat up and pulled apart from her, twisting himself a bit in order to see inside the drawer. His other hand held onto her hips so she didn’t fall off of him as he searched the drawer. But, soon enough, he was laying back again, groaning as if he was in physical pain.

“There’s no condoms.” He muttered between his teeth and just that one little sentence ruined his entire night.

“It’s okay.” She assured, continuing to whisper just as he did so that no one would hear them through the thin walls. “I mean… we’re clean right? And I’m on birth control…”

He ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at her and trying to decide if it was a good idea or not. She was right, of course, but even so there was always a possibility. Even with condoms there was always that same possibility too. He knew one thing for certain. If he remembered correctly. There was absolutely no way in hell he’d be able to pull out, so that really wouldn’t even be an option either.

“If you don’t want to though, that’s fine.” She spoke again amongst his silence. It’s not like he would hate the potential consequences, and of course he would not hate feeling her without a stitch of anything in between them, he just needed to be reassured that’s what she wanted, truly.

“I do, just um… are you sure you’re okay with that?”

She nodded first and then, confidently, “Yes.” As she fell back into place over him, her lips came to his ear this time, “I want to feel you coming inside of me.”

His whole body shuddered, needing her more than he quite possibly ever had. And as she tucked her panties to the side and guided herself onto him, he would most definitely go outside and cut the lines himself if the power decided to come back on before they were finished.

“Forgot how wet you are…” He whispered, heart fluttering at the way she laughed while fucking him. He never forgot either, not quite. But feeling her again now, pooling around him, warm and snug, he again wondered why in the living hell he kept himself from her for so long. Sure, they didn’t like each other most of the time, but their first time together had been hot, drunk hate sex and ever since then he’d chased that feeling with other people, none of them ever quite adding up to her. He wondered if she thought the same. No one ever making her feel the way he did either. If, when she was with someone else, she thought of him instead.

He knew he wouldn’t last long the second she put her greedy hands on him, and so her being in control now was slightly dangerous. He wasn’t ready for it to be over, even if he was racing the clock, even if he could just take her home from here and do it all over again, properly. He didn’t want it to end as quickly as it started.

So, he flipped them back over, getting her on her back like he’d wanted to earlier. Slipping a pillow under her backside to get a better angle and letting her sink all the way through the mattress this time. He remained inside her the entire time, only making quick, shallow movements to avoid the sounds of their skin slapping against each other. But he gave up being careful about their noise level after she begged him to go faster, after he reached between them and rubbed his fingers over her clit to catch her up with him.

She tugged at his hair while he kissed her, breathlessly and without much of a second thought this time about how loud they were being. He assumed all their friends knew about them anyway, even if she chose to be ignorant to it. They all speculated about the secret hookups and the mindless flirting that was disguised as harmless bickering. So, he just stopped caring the closer and closer he got.

That was until he buried himself as far as he could inside of her, his hand wrapped around her throat the way he remembered her liking, and he felt the scream building beneath her skin, beneath his palm. Quickly, before her noises led to everyone barreling into the room to find out what was going on, he clasped his hand from her throat to her mouth instead. Holding tightly as she let it out, his eyes pouring into hers like a lake of shining emerald waters getting her to stay there in the room with him. So that she didn’t close her eyes and float away like he had before.

He titled her head to the side, kissed up her jaw to her ear. “Mm, I missed the way you sound.” He wanted to tell her how he thought about her pleads and her moans and her yells late at night when he was feeling particularly alone. When he wanted nothing but her, to either be inside of her, or to just have her there next to him. But all of that got caught in his throat, and instead, as he continued burying himself into her, he whispered like a growl in her ear, “Missed how well you take me.”

And although it made her moan, made her eyes cross and her fingernails scrape across his shoulder blades, he wanted to tell her that he missed how they fit together. How where he ended she began so seamlessly no one else could hardly compare. There had always been a seam with everyone else, with Liv, a visible divide between him and them, soldered together haphazardly. But with Y/N, it was smooth, flowing together as if they were the same person.

His hand slipped from her mouth as he began losing control, and soon she was the one having to cover the noises. Though, this time, she just simply pulled his lips to her own and felt all the vibrations escape from his throat against her skin, her teeth, her tongue. She breathed in nothing but the air from his lungs, and held onto his tightly as she began to unravel.

His moans quickened and quickened until she felt his release, warm and deep inside of her, just as her own gave way, until his body began to give out, until he was panting and no longer able to hold himself up over her. And so once they both descended from their cloud, once their wave had crashed onto the shore, he planted himself beside her, their chests in rhythm as they cough their breath.

And before either of them even managed to open their eyes or breathe steadily again, the surge of the power coming back on dimmed the haze. Their room was still dark, but light seeped under the door and the rest of their friends cheered from the other room as the music began again. And for a brief, stupid moment, Harry thought about fucking her again and letting her scream all she wanted, but that fantasy was cut short when he remembered their friends would soon realize they were missing.

“We should get back.” She mumbled. Although she made no sudden movements to get up. She even closed her eyes again, still off in another world.

And so Harry risked it, just for a few more moments, anyway, where he rolled closer to her and slid his hand up her jaw softly, pulling her attention toward him again as her eyes fluttered open, waiting.

“I was miserable when I was with Liv too. And we broke up because she knew I spent all my time thinking about someone else.” He swiped his thumb across her cheek, realizing for the first time that he’d probably royally fucked up all her makeup and then hoping she wouldn’t come to her senses and kill him for it.

“And who might that be?”

He smiled, sweetly this time unlike all his asshole smiles, and just as he glanced at her lips, ready to kiss her again, he was cut short.

“Yo, where are Harry and Y/N?” It was Jason, loud and clear and possibly headed their way to investigate his missing party guests who had snuck off together in the dark. Jason didn’t know that yet though, and as much as Harry would like none of their friends to find out, it wouldn’t exactly look great the two of them waltzing out of the guest room together. Harry’s curls in shambles, fresh scratches all across his back, and Y/N’s makeup smudged. There was simply no use in hiding what they’d been up to, it was written all over them.

Harry grabbed her clothes and handed them off while he went on a search for his own tiny pieces of costume. And just as they got decent again, there was a knock on the door.

“You guys in there? You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.” Jason warned and Harry and Y/n looked at each other for a moment before busting out laughing.

Harry got to the door first, throwing it open to a very surprised Jason, who then narrowed his eyes when he saw Y/N come up behind Harry.

“God, not in my guest room!” He whined as Harry pushed pass Jason, a looking Y/N following shortly behind, “Now I have to clean the sheets again! I just did them yesterday.”

“Sorry, mate!” Harry called over his shoulder, glancing down at Y/N quickly to give her one of his cocky little winks. And once they had reached the main room again, as he fell back into his chair, she realized just how many scratch marks she’d left on him, and wished he’d worn a costume with a shirt to cover it up.

She drowned out all the whistling and the comments about how everyone knew she and Harry were up to something, about the bets won and lost. All she heard was Harry’s voice in her ear, telling her how much he missed her and she wondered if it was real. If he really did miss her, or he just missed fucking her. If, when it was no longer October 31st, they’d just go back to normal. Like the horse-drawn carriage turning back into a lumpy, ugly pumpkin.

Harry noticed this, of course, because he’s a law student and notices everything, but just as he leaned in to ask if she was okay, she pulled away.

“I just, uh, need some air.” And then she was gone before he could do or say anything. She used through the front door, abandoning their poor pumpkin and headed toward her car. She’d left the keys and her purse inside, but it didn’t matter. She just leaned against the passenger door and gazed up at the stars, thankful for the clear night and warm weather.

And, of course, he was beside her not too long afterwards. She’d heard his footsteps against the pavement, knew he’d probably follow her out anyway.

He cleared his throat, half watching the same stars she was and half glancing at her. “Did I do something?”

“No, it’s um…” she faltered, her eyes falling to her feet. “Think I just had too much to drink.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I—” she cut him off before he got too far in the wrong direction.

“No, I mean…” she pushed off her car then and faced him, “Are we just going to go back to how we always are after tonight? Because I don’t know if I can do that. But I never know what you’re thinking, Harry. Do you even like me or do you just like sleeping with me sometimes and arguing with me all the rest of the time?”

He continued to watch her for a moment, almost waiting for her to tell him she was kidding. But when she just ran a nervous hand through her colored hair, he realized she wasn’t.

He waited for a group of kids all dressed in various Star Wars outfits to pass by them before he began. “I guess I thought I was clear, but obviously not enough… I don’t just want to sleep with you every couple of years and pretend we don’t like each other in between. I think we’ve already wasted enough time, don’t you?”

She nodded once his words sunk in.

“Can we go finish our pumpkin now? And win the stupid skeleton. So I can take both it and you home with me?”

Again, she nodded, but this time it was matched with a smile. “Who says I want to go home with you?”

He rolled his eyes and threw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close enough to kiss the top of her head as he steered them back toward the front door. “Guess it’ll just be me and the skeleton then.”

They both glanced over at the giant thing stuck in the middle of Jason’s front yard, still attracting every young person like it was a princess at Disneyland, and then she looked up at him again. “On second thought, I might like to see that.”

He shook his head, opening the front door for them, “M’sure you would.”

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dear diary // chapter eight

Hellooo! I’m alive, I swear! Just wanted to thank y’all for all the support and patience. I know I fell out of the loop with updates, though I absolutely love that you all like this series and are sticking around for it! It seriously makes my day to receive such kind feedback! Anyway, enough from me. Here’s the next chapter! <3

As always, find the series masterlist here (Tumblr) or here (AO3) to catch up! :)

Pairings: Ajay Bhandari x f!MC (Charlotte Parker), Skye Crandall x f!OC (Leila Maciel)

Word Count: 5.3k

(*) Warnings: mentions of divorce and minor injuries (nothing graphic)

(A cynical Ajay is always a great time, right? ;)

Holy crap.

It was wild being back here.

Did I feel like an alien right when I walked through the door? Absolutely. The whole house just felt different. It lost the usual homey feeling and, instead, felt foreign. The squeak of the wooden steps beneath my feet didn’t even sound the same as it used to.

Mohit and I started to make our way upstairs after Charlotte retreated to the bathroom, the door closing softly behind her. A rare silence fell between us and, finally, I was able--

"Oh my god, Ajay. You brought a girl over. A girl who isn’t your girlfriend?" Mohit teased, poking my arm as we walked down a short hallway.

So much for silence. Oh, and when Mo said that? I blushed. Profusely. Still, I had to put on a neutral face and hope that my sudden sheepishness didn’t shine through.

"Since when are you an expert on romance?" I quipped, rolling my eyes before I shot him a teasing look. "Do you have something to tell me, Mo? Maybe something about a future sibling-in-law?"

Mohit instantly reeled back in disgust. "Eww! No!"

God, I missed this kid. I ruffled his hair and looked around at the room we wound up in. It had been my dad’s old office, but since the divorce, it just sat there useless (well, so I thought?). All of his stuff stayed because he had to downsize for that stupid little Manhattan apartment, so I guess Mohit took it over. It was littered with soda cans and empty candy wrappers, but smelt like the clean linen Febreeze that Amma spritzed around the house on an everyday basis.

It's been too, too long since I’ve been here. I knew I should’ve been here the past few summers.

I shook the recurring thoughts away and turned back to my brother, who seemingly grew a whole two feet since I last saw him. Crazy.

"It's okay to have a crush, Mo. There's no sense in hiding it. You know I'll find out eventually."

(I guess I could say the same to myself.)

Dismissing the subject entirely with a shake of his head, Mohit let out a dramatic sigh. "What're we doing up here, again? Hiding from Amma and Jim?"

That was such a villainous way to put it. Obviously, though, he was right. I didn't want to see Jim all lovey-dovey with Amma. Now that was gross.

"Just Jim," I responded, "which is why you will go down and greet him first when the time comes. I need to talk to Charlotte before I say hello."

Mohit wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh, I I bet. Through some smooooches--”

I mercilessly smacked him upside the head...but, out of some decency, it wasn’t as hard as I wanted it to be.

"Oh dear god, Mo. We aren't going to do anything but talk."

"Hmm," Mohit hummed, still sounding suspicious, "if you say so..."

Just then, before I could respond, Charlotte appeared at the doorway with her arms folded. "Hey. I'm not interrupting any guy talk, am I?"

Mohit laughed, but I chose to ignore it.

"No, you're not interrupting anything. Come on in." I smiled. I hoped my voice sounded normal because I couldn’t seem to get her out of my head. Thanks, Mohit.

Oh my god...so much for keeping my distance from her...

She walked in and instantly made herself at home on the couch. I mindlessly followed and sat on the opposite side while Mohit (disappointingly) squished himself in the middle with a proud grin.

"Now what?" Charlotte asked, her eyes flitting over to mine. They were such a beautiful blue that reminded me of the ocean. Though, before I could drown myself in the feeling and become overwhelmed, I looked at Mohit's ponder instead.

"It won't take much time for Amma to tell Jim that Ajay's here, so I don’t think we’ll have time to do much." Mohit shrugged. "Well, depending how long you guys stay."

I looked back up to Charlotte, willing myself to hold her gaze this time around before her eyes met mine again. My stomach tied in on itself with just a glance, and that was just due to her eyes. When she smiled, my heart started to race. Pound, even. It was so loud in my ears that I could barely hear her response.

"That’s okay. What about that comic collection you were talking about earlier?" Charlotte grinned, sending me a discreet wink that left me stumbling over my thoughts even further.

"Yeah! You absolutely need to see--" Mohit rambled before I clamped a hand over his mouth. He was not going to interrupt this moment for me with another one of his obsessions. Her eyes were still on mine, her gaze soft. It was such a perfect moment.

"Let's do it." I said, not looking away from her. In result, I watched her face redden a bit and her smile brighten, if that was even possible.

As much as I loathed Mohit’s (extremely boring and stereotypical) comics, I guess I could tolerate them for a little while. So long as Jim doesn’t know I’m here, we were alright.

Mohit finished up explaining his entire suitcase of comics before I heard a faint squeak from the stairs. I decided to lean against the threshold of Mo’s room while he and Charlotte geeked out over his Batman collection, but I immediately regretted the choice when I felt a small hand on my shoulder.

“Ajay, sweetie,” Amma whispered, “I told Jim that you’re here.”

My entire frame tensed at his name, but I held in my scowl. Instead, I let out a heavy sigh that caught both Mohit and Charlotte’s attention.

“He’ll be downstairs waiting when you three are ready. He’s watching a game of cricket.” Amma smiled before making her way back downstairs.

“I’m missing it! Jim, you liar!” Mohit shouted before sprinting out of the room and thundering down the stairs. You could hear a faint thump and a brief yelp at the bottom.

For moments after that, it was silent in Mo’s room, though my mind raced with all of the possibilities. All of the worries. All of the fears.

Admittedly, I’ve had these looming fears for years, but they’d gone dormant the more time I spent away from home. I’ve always thought that I was the one who caused all of this turmoil within my family because of my college expenses - which, to say, is a lot of green - and that I could’ve avoided it entirely. Amma would never say that I’d caused them immense debt to my face, and neither would Dad.

But, to be real, they didn’t have to.

I can distinctly remember the night before they broke the news. It was during the last few weeks of high school and I had been doing math homework angrily. I was stressed and because math was a spawn from the deepest depths of hell, it wasn’t something I wanted to spend my time on. My pencil bolted across the paper, sometimes squeaking with how hard I’d been writing. After a while, though, I realized the squeaks were turning into coherent words.

Yelling, coming from the kitchen downstairs.

It was maddening to hear, so I tried to tune it out as usual, but then I heard the three familiar words come up: “the college money”.

I dangerously decided to bring it up at breakfast the next morning and apologize; it felt like the only thing I could do. Amma swooped in to shoo away the apology seconds after it tumbled out of my mouth...while Dad only sat there. She was the one who encouraged me while my dad sat on the sidelines, like always.

That’s really when I realized that my mom was tired of it. Tired of being the only one to give a damn about anything happening in our lives. So she put an end to her problem and filed for divorce. They told me only a few minutes after I’d brought up their fight.

To this day, I feel like I was the hearth. The origins of it all, only because of my desperation for success. To become someone who left a small stamp on this chaotic world.

“Ajay?” Charlotte asked from across the room, snapping me from my thoughts. Her eyes were slanted with concern, and the emotion only grew when I didn’t respond.

With Charlotte around, I felt like I could be my own person. Not be the person who’s parents divorced because of him and not the snarky director. I could be myself with her without having to feel any guilt or shame. This is why I wanted to keep her close; she was the only person who understood what it felt like to be judged. To be an outsider. To be distinctly different from everyone else.

She was starting to seem like my other half, and as days passed, I noticed that the feeling was only growing stronger. That scared me to death, especially if she decided to do the show. Then I’d really have to call this off and protect myself.

I’m not going to put myself through hell again.

“Ajay,” Charlotte shouted, her eyes now amused. I cleared my throat and shook my head to clear the thoughts away. “You okay?”

With a quick nod and an extremely unconvincing smile, I gestured for her to follow me out the door.

“Just fine, um,” I said, my racing thoughts never slowing. Forming coherent sentences with a jumbled-up brain never had a good outcome, so I let my thoughts organize themselves for a moment before responding. “Let’s go downstairs before Amma nags us again.”

She nodded and hesitantly followed me out of the room. I tried to relax with a deep breath, but that just felt like suffocation. So I did not do that again in fear that I’d pass out or embarrass myself even more.

Once we got downstairs, I felt a rush of panic course through my veins. Charlotte noticed my missing presence and stopped.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked softly, worry flooding her eyes as she turned to me. I searched them for the longest second of my life, and finally, let myself take an actual deep breath.

“Yeah, sorry.” I sighed, shaking my head, “I just really don’t want to do this. It’s...”

Charlotte lit up with a small smile for a moment before it disappeared. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.” Then, without any semblance of warning, she quickly wrapped her arms around me and held me in a tight embrace.

This felt nice. My arms found their way around her small frame after a few seconds, trying to reciprocate the vice-like grip she had around me. I felt her head rest against my shoulder, and for a moment, this felt...natural. It was the same feeling as holding her hand for the first time back at the party.

“You’ll be alright. Just remember to breathe and you should make it through without a scratch,” Charlotte smiled before pulling away slowly, “but you’re making them wait, old man. C’mon.”

I missed her warmth, and I think it showed. She laughed, stepping into my space again. The sound put me at ease, so much so that I lost control of myself and glanced down at her lips. They were a velvety pink, layered in a thin veil of lip balm. From this close, I could tell it was infused with peppermint.

God, I am a sucker for anything peppermint--

No, I thought to myself, you can’t do that. You shouldn’t hurt yourself more. She doesn’t feel the same!

With great strength, I stepped away entirely. Charlotte looked confused, so I gave her a relaxed smile to show that I was okay. It was weird to have someone other than Rory to help calm me down - it was alleviating to be able to confide in someone else.

“Right, because we’re missing a cricket game. I’m devastated!” I sighed, a slight humorous twinge in my tone. I could tell she picked it up when she giggled and slipped her hand into mine.

“You are such a dork...” Charlotte teased, shaking her head and squeezing my hand reassuringly. Every time she held my hand, my heart would stop. Of course this time wasn’t an exception, but in this moment, I squeezed back.

It’d been at least fifteen minutes since Charlotte and I silently slipped into the living room. We stood very close to the exit in case I had to make a mad dash to the car.

Jim was completely oblivious to our presence before Amma discreetly took the remote off the coffee table and paused the game of cricket. My heart dropped when he looked to my mom...then, following her gaze, looked right into my eyes.

All the feelings I’d pushed down years ago - disappointment, guilt, anger, confusion - started to emerge the longer our gazes were tied. However, this seemed to be a one way street of thought. He smiled at god-awful smile at me, the same one that probably lured my mom in. Disgusting.

“Well, if it isn’t the college boy,” Jim grinned, standing and making his way over to stand in front of me and holding his fist out, “how’s it going?”

Swallowing my pride (well, er, attitude), I gave Jim a tight-lipped smile, trying to hide my grimace as I forced my fist to bump his. It was really bad acting on my part, but I don’t think he had enough of a functioning brain cell to notice.

“It’s been...going okay, I guess.” I said, willing my teeth to not grit against each other; that’d make the entire situation worse. Amma’s eyes had already caught mine over his shoulder and she had shaken her head disapprovingly at my attitude. Jim, however, was completely oblivious to the action and turned his attention to Charlotte instead.

“You must be Charlotte,” Jim said, his usual warm smile brightening and his hand extending for her to shake. It made me want to hurl. “Shruti told me that you’re one of Ajay’s friends from NYU?”

Charlotte, thankfully, was her normal kind self as she shook his hand. “That’s me! Nice to meet you, Jim. Ajay’s said nothing but good things about you.”

She caught my eye and gave the slightest wink.

“Oh! Well, that’s nice to hear. Why don’t you guys come and sit? There’s plenty of couch space to go around...”

Amma gestured to the small loveseat-like sofa on the far side of the living room, and of course, gave me her all-too-familiar teasing eyes. She really was looking to embarrass me.

Before I had the chance to retaliate, Charlotte walked over and sat politely. She waved me over, and so with a sigh, I sat next to her with a now-familiar heat in my cheeks. It wasn’t the fact that I was sitting next to her that made me coy, but rather that I was in my childhood house with a man - who wasn’t my father - now cuddling my mother. It was weird and made me beyond uncomfortable, and then add in how the girl I liked was seated right next to me...I was just a mess.

“So, um, I heard that the two of you are getting married?” Charlotte piped up after a few moments of silence. My eyes met Mo’s across the room and I could immediately tell he was tuning out of the conversation. Honestly, the idea didn’t sound so bad.

“March seventh of next year!” Amma beamed, showing off her left hand. A small ring on her ring finger sparkled in the light, and I could just feel a tsunami of hurt crash right over me. I don’t care how long it’s been since the divorce. It still hurts as much as it did a few years ago.

“That’s exciting. How has the planning been going?” Charlotte asked, trying to keep the conversation light; her voice was soft, but it was serious. It was missing her usual preppy tone, which to say, was odd.

I heard Amma talking, but I decided to tune out of the conversation.

Of course I was happy for Amma. I was glad that she found her happiness and that she could find someone else. My problem, however, was what she settled for. Jim wasn’t anything interesting. A dentist that enjoyed the outdoors and European sports - so what? Amma has always been an adventurous and bold woman, so why’d she decide on someone so...bland? My dad was an adrenaline junkie that won her heart with a simple motorcycle ride into the sunset.

How do you go from that...to Jim? In what world does that make sense?

In my opinion, no one likes the dentist and you’d have to be crazy to go hiking by a will of choice. Mother Nature was one hell of a force to mess with, and to put your life in her unpredictable hands willingly? You’d have to be danger levels of psycho.

Plus, it didn’t help that Amma and Jim got together only a month after the divorce. It was like the crappy cake holding the crappy frosting and crappy toppings.

I hated, and still do hate, their relationship with a burning passion.

After the thoughts and discussions of their wedding (more so the thought of my mom officially being his) the house felt stuffy. The walls looked like they were closing in on me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I needed to get out. Fast.

Why didn’t I stay by the door...

“...and then the venue’s gardens. Oh, they are to die for! Just div--” Amma sighed wistfully before I cleared my throat, catching everyone’s attention.

“Um, sorry to cut this whole reunion short, but Charlotte and I have some stuff to do back at school.” I said, keeping any emotion out of my voice. Amma knew me too well; she’d be able to sniff out that lie like a bloodhound if I added any sort of emotional flair.

Charlotte’s eyes scanned mine for a brief second before she nodded. “We were gonna go shopping at a store outside the city to get some dorm stuff.”

I guess she really is good at improv. Huh. Well, in any case, the white lie worked.

“Oh! Alright. Don’t let us keep you. Traffic is terrible at this time of day,” Amma rambled, quickly standing and immediately going to the kitchen. The rustling of plastic and the closing of cabinets was all I heard before she came back into the living room. “Take some of these off of our hands!”

She handed us a Tupperware container filled with some of my favorites: Italian Pizzelle cookies. Amma always had them stocked in the house for some odd reason.

“Dammit, Amma.” I said, trying my hardest not to let my smile get too big. “You give me these every single time I visit!”

Her arms wrapped around me tightly, “I do. And I want that container back, so visit soon.” Amma’s eyes flicked over to where Charlotte was, laughing along with Mohit about what I could only presume to be comics, “Oh, and bring her, too.”

“Oh my god--” I groaned in exasperation, rolling my eyes when she lightly hit me from where her hand was on my shoulder.

“I can see that look in your eye, Ajay. Don’t even bother acting like you don’t like her, it’ll be a waste of your time.”

Sigh. She has a point.

“Instead...maybe you could make a move?” Amma whispered, pulling away and slightly angling her head in Charlotte’s direction. “I can see the same look in her eyes, too.”

Reflexively, I looked over at Charlotte again and found her staring at me. When our eyes met, she hurriedly looked away while a faint rose tinted her cheeks, her hands coming up to tighten her ponytail in almost an embarrassed manner.

Adorable.

“Okay, go,” Amma sighed, “say goodbye to Jim, otherwise those cookies aren’t leaving this house.”

With a nod and an invisible eye roll, I strolled over to Jim and held out my hand. It wasn’t my favorite thing in the world, but it was a lot better than him smushing me against his chest in a bear hug. The thought alone gave me chills.

“It was nice seeing you today, sport,” Jim said, gripping my hand firmly and shaking it, “come over again soon. We miss having you around here, especially Mohit.”

“Uh, right. Nice seeing you too, Jim.”

No, no it was not.

Before I could even step away from Jim, Mohit barreled right into me.

“You need to come over more often,” Mohit whined, “next time I see you I should crash at your dorm!”

“No, no,” I immediately responded, still returning his embrace. “I’ll be over soon, Mo. I promise.”

With that, he let go and turned to give Charlotte a hug. “See you soon, Charlotte!”

Charlotte gave a giggle, her cheeks still recovering from her blush only a few moments before. She happily returned his hug.

“See you soon, Mohit. Behave, or the comics get it.” Charlotte said before they both broke out into another fit of giggles. Jeez, maybe introducing these two was a bad idea. Wait, correction; introducing these two was a bad idea.

Now that they’d bonded and actually get along...what am I going to do?

The ride back was quiet, save for a small periodic hum from Charlotte as she watched the scenery outside the passenger window. It was a comfortable silence, but I could tell she had something on her mind.

“You’re eerily quiet,” I said softly, keeping my eyes on the road, “what’s up?”

I knew I went too far, dammit! I’m such a--

“Well, Leila texted me earlier...” Charlotte sighed. From the corner of my eye, I watched her shrink back into her seat. “She apologized and mentioned that something’s up with Skye.”

“That only took a million years.” I said, trying to make her smile. Thankfully she took it as intended and laughed lightly.

“Tell me about it. Anyway. I didn’t want to tell you back at your mom’s house. You looked...tense. I didn’t want to trouble you further.”

Tense was one word for it, for sure. Also, why is she the sweetest?

“My mom’s boyfriend, er, fiancé has never been my favorite person. He tries too hard when he talks to me, makes me feel like I’m not really welcome at home anymore.” I said, careful to not reveal too much. She does have good advice, but she’s already going through so much turmoil herself...

“That’s terrible.” Charlotte frowned, readjusting herself to sit properly in her seat. I could tell she turned towards me as she did so. “He seems nice, but you obviously have more experience with him, so why is he so bad?”

Of course she’d want to know. She was curious in that way.

“He’s a dentist, likes boring sports, enjoys the outdoors...” I grumbled, my hand mindlessly tightening on the wheel, “he took my dad’s place, though he’s just so bland and boring. It irks me.”

“Wait, so you don’t like him because he’s boring? Out of all of the qualities in a person to hate, you chose boring?” Charlotte squeaked, her voice going up an octave out of pure curiosity and slight humor. “Would you rather her date a random, stuck-up billionaire from...like...Hollywood? With a name like Blaze or Lazer, maybe even Blazer?”

“I don’t think the odds of--”

“Oh my god, Ajay, just answer the question!” Charlotte laughed. I rolled my eyes fondly and sighed.

“Probably not.” I answered, arching a questioning eyebrow at her. “Materialistic people are usually assholes unless you schmooze them and give them opportunities to get even more money.”

“Exactly.” Charlotte smiled. “So I think Jim is an alright. It’s obvious that you don’t agree, though.”

I knew she was right. I knew I’d been cornered and that it was almost impossible to prove another opposing point. Just by this information, anyone could tell that she knew what she was doing. Was I even supposed to act annoyed? I was impressed, and I didn’t know how I could compliment her on it without coming off too strong.

Why are feelings so complicated...

Why can’t I just work up the courage--

Why did she have to be a theater kid...

“Yeah, it was that way for a while.” Was all I could say; the phrase was brief, but the sentiment was the same. I appreciated that she gave me another perspective.

It was silent after that; nothing awkward, but nothing too comfortable.

“What’s been going on with you?” I asked, willing my voice to stay steady. That sounded so awkward...

“What about?” Charlotte hummed, not seeming to notice my nerves. “Like, with Leila, or Skye, or the diner, or--”

“The diner,” I said, calmer this time, “have you heard anything?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her shake her head briefly.

“Absolutely nothing, but if I had to guess, things haven’t changed. My mom said she’d call me with updates, but I haven’t gotten any calls or texts from her in a while. It’s weird.”

I nodded, trying to focus on the road ahead. This was usually an easy task, but with Charlotte next to me, it became...almost impossible. Infuriatingly so. With Kelly, I could control this. She didn’t make me blush as much. She didn’t make me smile or laugh as much. She didn’t make me this nervous.

Just when I thought I knew what romance was, after Kelly, the rug just had to be ripped out from beneath me. This only proves how difficult life can be.

I had a high tolerance for everyday annoyances. Having a composure of steel was in a director’s job description. I had to put up with nonsense and chaos on a daily basis...but I’ve never had my patience tested quite like this.

“Now you’re too quiet.” Charlotte teased. I felt her poke my arm. “Spill.”

My eyes flitted over to check my mirrors; rear, left, right. Though, when I looked to the right, I caught Charlotte studying me intently, her eyes slightly narrowed and her lips pursed.

“I’m just thinking,” I sighed.

About you.

“About anything interesting?”

You.

“Not really, no. Just...school.”

Liar.

We got back to Lafayette and, to me, the air felt even heavier. It was still hard to breathe, especially now that I was thinking of the visit and Charlotte. It was a deadly combo.

Even the Tupperware container of cookies in my hands felt heavy.

“Thank you for inviting me today,” Charlotte said, slowly walking towards a staircase. I could feel her familiar warmth that’d been next to me all morning fade and immediately wished for it to come back. Though, the more I wished, the further away she ventured.

“Thank you for coming with. It was...really nice to have someone there with me.” I said, leading her to blush a bit under my gaze.

“Of course! I hope you get everything sorted out soon. In the meantime, feel free to talk with me. I’m here for you.” Charlotte grinned, sticking her hands in her pockets after she gave me a quick wave. In response, I nodded; leading her to take off. “See you later!”

“Bye,” I said quietly, though she was already too far away to hear me. She disappeared up the stairs a few moments later.

Time passed; I stood there for a good five minutes before I was bumped into from behind. God, the audacity of some people...

“Oh, sorry,” A familiar voice piped from next to me. I was adjusting my glasses on my nose when I met their eyes - her eyes - and my eyes widened in both surprise and concern.

“Skye?”

Her eyes were red and puffy. Along with that, she had a few faint, purple bruises forming just along her jawline and on the right side of her nose. Before I could find any other injuries, she looked away. I realized she was carrying a large garment bag in her arms.

“Hey, Ajay. Uh, I...gotta...go.” Skye rushed, her voice unsteady with emotion. Out of habit, I called out her name again as she made a beeline towards the same staircase Charlotte disappeared into.

“Wait, no, Skye--”

But she was already gone, too.

It was only two in the afternoon. The couple days of freedom before classes started...and I was lying here alone, deep in thought.

Was Jim really such a bad guy? Every cell in my body screamed at me to say yes, but in the back of my mind, I found myself saying no. He made my mother happy; maybe not so much with Mohit or I, but I guess that’ll have to come with time.

Reconsidering this situation never really passed my mind. For the past three years, the sentiment of “Amma and Jim, sitting in a tree” was extremely nauseating and unnerving. I felt obligated to dislike him, just like everything else in my life. Obligation, guilt, you name it. It probably crossed my mind throughout the first couple months of their relationship.

And if Charlotte hadn’t been there, who knows what would’ve happened. Even with her there I was too scared to face the thought of their wedding.

I grumbled, rolling over to bury my face in my pillow in an attempt to hide from everything.

“Why me?” I groaned, clutching my comforter tightly in my fists. With thoughts like these, I was in for a long afternoon.

September 5th, 2020

Dear Diary...

Damn, do I have an entry for today.

Firstly. I visited Amma, Mohit, and Jim back in Brooklyn today. I’d been holding out on that trip for a while; long enough to make myself feel unwelcome with each passing day.

The trip was mediocre, to say the least. I thought it’d allow my guilty mind to feel better and focus on other things, but I guess I was wrong. I’m still pondering over the fact that I actually abandoned them for a year. So, so much happened within that time; it’s hard to comprehend, all that new information...

What does that exactly entail, you ask? Well, then. Amma and Jim are getting married in March and Mo is actually growing up. It’s crazy to think that his birthday is in a few short weeks...

This actually leads swiftly into the next topic up for discussion. Charlotte. I know that I like her. There’s no denying that anymore. I would be all for confessing and asking her out properly, but she still hasn’t decided whether or not she’s getting involved with the show. Of course, though, this is completely reasonable - I’m not someone to tell her to rush her decisions or pressure her into something she doesn’t want - but at the same time, I want to know now instead of later. I need to prepare myself for what I’d face.

I’m almost to the point where I’m tired of waiting. I want to tell her how I feel, now that I know how to put my emotions into words. There were so many times today where she’d make me lose my focus. Make me nervous. Make me do all these uncharacteristic things that, in my opinion, would scare the hell out of people who know me for...me (AKA as a strict and uptight director and, sometimes, an emotionless blob).

If only theater wasn’t a thing. Then I’d actually have a fair chance. I try to tell my stupid brain that she isn’t like Kelly. I want to get over that fear; it’s piteous in a way that makes me second guess myself. My problem, though, is that I don’t know how.

Alright. My hand is starting to cramp. I’ll give updates as they come, but don’t expect anything grand. I want to have hope, but that’s pretty hard with all of my experiences with romance.

Ajay

#high school story class act #ajay bhandari #mc: charlotte parker #oc: leila maciel #skye crandall #ajay x mc #skye x oc #warning: mentions of divorce and minor injuries #chapter eight! 🥳

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Heyo, can I get a bnha matchup? I'm a bisexual ENTP, but am mistaken as an introvert often due to being bad at social interaction and liking alone time. I talk a lot with people I'm comfortable with though. Sometimes I joke in serious situations. I don't worry that much and am carefree, though I can get randomly anxious sometimes. I'm a bit bad with emotions, but I've been told I can cheer people up because I'm optimistic. I'm a deep thinker and have been told a lot I'm smart.

Fnkdaofdnskao i really took a hot second with this one tbh 🥴 but here u go!! Also, since there was no gender listed, i just went w they/them pronouns!! If u want smth different, then just hmu and i can change it!! Also, i am so sorry i made the second one as more of a scenario?? And it was...oof. yikes. Sorry. This has become my style. Scenarios disguised as matchups. Im a liar

AS OF 05/25/2020 IM A LIAR ITS OUT TONIGHTTTT

#1 is…Denki!

okokokokok SO

Y’all meet during a training exercise!

It’s something similar to USJ, except it’s across several different schools and classes

And y’all had to find a bunch of objects

So there’s a mixed bundle of people

It’s a sort of competition

And everyone is sweating bullets

And honestly??

You’re just vibin

And i mean this like, you don’t really seem concerned.

You’re just chilling while everyone’s fighting, trying to find the best solution.

Naturally, you’re worried, too

But you know that it’s kinda useless to try and talk over Monoma and Bakugou

Now

Denki’s staying pretty quiet, too.

While it looks like he’s just vibing, too, but honestly?

He’s crazy nervous

Because here are all these super talented heroes-to-be, he feels like he’s gonna be glossed over

So as everyone’s duking it out, the two of you are just kinda...hanging in there

Now the thing is

You guys are avoiding eye contact.

Not in the sense of ‘oh my god, you atrocity to man,’

But in the ‘two bros chilling in a hot tub’ way.

So as the entire thing is falling on its head

You look over and notice that he’s trying desperately to remain chill.

He’s kinda fiddling with himself

And you nudge him a bit

And as he turns to look at you, you may or may not be screaming ‘what the FUCK did I just do??????’ in your head

But when he faces you, you just give him a thumbs up

Like that

And he’s kinda at a loss

But he takes it, and gives you a smile and a big ol’ thumbs-up, too!!

There’s no interaction again, until he nudges you

“Do you think they’ll come up with something?”

You shrug.

“Considering that the only brain cell in my class went to the Class Rep, and it doesn’t look like these guys their class brain cell, I don’t think so.”

Denki pulls back a snort before wiping his smirk off his face.

“Do you think...we could try? On our own?”

“Maybe.” You shrug again. “You’re the shock quirk user, right?”

Denki is stunned

Did someone remember him?

Woah

From here on out consider him whipped

“Yeah! What’s your quirk?”

“Crystallian.”

You watch his face go through a journey of emotions before settling on muffled confusion.

“Warping, basic elemental magic.” You play with some of your hair. “It’s all tied to a crystal I keep at home. If it’s safe, I’m safe.”

Denki nods.

He hadn’t heard of quirks where they have a variety of unrelated uses

But he’s there for it!!

You two begin to make your own plan to succeed in the exercise

And once y’all look over and realise that the arguing isn’t going to change, thanks to Monoma egging Bakugou on

Y’all dip

And by that, I mean you warp him and yourself to the highest point in the building

Took one (1) look at the lights

Shared a glance

And y’all took out the power

Within about thirty minutes, y’all have all the goods!!

Most folks are still trying to get used to the lack of light

So when your group presents the stuff to the teachers, Aizawa is tired but takes it

And so you guys pass!!

You and Denki talk more after

And he finds out that you’re part of a special school for kids with special quirks

Which off the bat sounds really bad

But you meet folks that are like you

and you tell him that he’d probably fit right in.

He’s over the moon!!! For once!!

Someone that takes him seriously!!

Y’all exchange numbers and the entire class can’t begin to fathom that holy shit Denki Kaminari got a s/o before anyone else in the class

Throws them all for a loop

And meanwhile Denki’s thriving w hugs and cuddles

#2 is…Momo!

Momo is...complicated

She’s in a rich family with a strong quirk

She’s got more than enough pressure on her shoulders

Especially since she was in 1-A, so the entire literal country of Japan has their eyes on her

And all the while she’s doing her best to focus, focus, focus

She wanted one day where she could be like Mina, Ochako, Tooru, Jirou, Tsu…

Normal.

So she does it

One morning, while her parents are gone, and before anyone else is awake

She ties her hair up and places it into a gaudy blonde wig

(Which was a massive pain in the ass, but that was the price of freedom)

She dons sunglasses, an outfit that in any other case she would die being caught in

Leaves her phone on her bed

Tiptoes down the stairs

And leaves

The moment she’s past the gates of her house and out of view, she lets out an enormous sigh

She has no idea what she’s going to do

But her heart races a little, because that was the beauty of it!!

She finally had no rules, short of the law

So she waltzes down the road, the city wakes up, and as the first hour drips by, she notices a distinct wave of youth

They’re not doing much, just relaxing in cafes and alleys

and Momo wonders if anyone is planning to send truant police

but considering she’s doing the same exact thing, she’s not gonna call them out

But as she passes by an arcade, she notices a group

They’re a bit more subdued than most of the others, just watching one of their friends play a dancing game and fail horribly

But most notably, Momo sees you

You’re snorting at the lanky girl who’s tripping over her own feet, but at the same time, it looks like you’re cheering her on

Momo’s curious, of course, but she also doesn’t want to intrude

But then one of them, a boy, turns and waves her over

She jumps because oh my god and makes her way over

“Hey, did you want to play? Sorry that Tsukki was hogging the game.” The boy says, and you turn and glance at her.

At first, Momo’s wondering if she should really join in, but then she sees you, fully…

Ohnotheyrehot.jpg

Unfortunately, you seem a bit closed off because you start talking to the last member of the party

Momo brushes it off and nods quickly

because goddamnit that’s what she’s here for

being a normal teenager

So she starts playing Tsukki

And Momo wipes the floor with her

Tsukki takes it well, fortunately, but it sparks conversation

“Where’d you learn to play?” The boy, Seong-Jin, kept on asking

Momo wasn’t crazy comfortable telling the Korean transfer student that she had ballroom classes

But as she’s about to make an excuse

She sees Present Mic out of the corner of her eye

And immediately panics

But before she can tell the four that she needs to hide, you come in clutch

You notice her look of panic and take off your jacket

And you drape it over her and pull up the hoodie.

At that point, all you can see is the bottom half of her face

(seeing as she never took off her sunglasses)

And a tuft of blonde hair

Present Mic even pops by for a second to ask how the kids were doing, and he didn’t recognise Momo

So crisis averted

Almost immediately afterwards, the five bail from the arcade and ask Momo why she freaked out

But then you speak up

“She doesn’t have to tell us. But next time you might need to bail, feel free.”

You gave her a soft smile, and when I tell you Momo’s face lights up

You two stick together for the rest of the day

And Seong-Jin, Tsukki, and the last person, Keito, are here for it

Bit by bit, they start separating into groups

That is, the Momo/YN group and the Everyone Else group

Soon enough, the three disappear to do something while Tsukki is shouting

And you and momo decide to take a break by a cafe, on a wall with foliage hitting your back

and you guys are talking as the sun begins to set

You guys talk about everything and anything

And Momo confesses it was the most fun she had in years

The way you talk to her is almost methodical, with how you seemed to tip toe around any insinuations or trauma.

“I know I only met you today, but if you ever need a place to crash…”

You trail off, playing a bit with your hands, but more out of awkwardness than anxiety.

Momo’s heart swells.

She manages out a ‘thank you’ before hesitantly leaning on your shoulder

And you take a deeeepp breath in

But you don’t nudge her off

And slowly she begins to fall asleep, and her wig is tilted and her sunglasses are askew

but you glance at her out of the corner of your eyes and give a soft smile

(that was not the last time you two met, and five years later at the altar, she’s wearing the same damn wig)

#3 is...Kirishima!

PINING

This sounds really simple

But Kirishima would absolutely pine after you for 3.8 million years

Y’all went to the same middle school and you were friends

And he’s all over you

Sometime between the first and third year of middle school he just fell head over heels

And so he tags along with you the entire time

But after the Giant Figure incident, and he says he’s won’t go to U.A., you get lowkey pissed

You tell him that he’s worked so hard, he’s come so far, why give up now, he’s only fourteen for god’s sake.

But he doesn’t listen

And you two don’t talk after that

After he decides to go for it and not live a life of regrets, he’s doing his best to become someone he wants to be

But the biggest looming regret he had was the fallout with you

And it was a nasty fall out-parents stopped talking, kids took sides, teachers knew

You went to a completely different school than what he thought you were

And he was pretty sure that due to the fallout and the constant movement of time, you changed your number

So he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just saying ‘You were right, sorry.’

It starts consuming him

Half of U.A. knows that he’s thinking about something

But it comes to a head when he’s sparring against Bakugou

And all he’s really doing is blocking

And bakugou loses his shit

“Get your fucking head out of the clouds and focus!”

“Sorry, dude!”

“What the fuck has you acting so damn stupid?”

Kirishima tells Bakugou, who gets it, but doesn’t really try to help

“Just tell her.” He hisses

But Kirishima’s nervous

And by the end of the week, he’s gotten a flurry of suggestions

People are coming up to him left and right, telling him what to do

And he just gets overwhelmed

On Saturday, he locks himself in his room until Mina knocks

She comes in and they start talking about you

And she mentions that she has your number, and that it really would matter if Kirishima was the one to text first

“YN supported you, and then it got rubbed in the dirt, and then ignored again. You need to be the one to say it, honestly, otherwise it’ll mean nothing.”

So he gets to work

He spends the rest of saturday trying to write it all out his emotions

But eventually he gives on getting them all neat and tidy, and just lets them ooze out

Sunday morning he gets up early and types it all out, willing his hands not to shake too much

Mina and Bakugou are there with him, and though Mina keeps making jokes and Bakugou doesn’t offer much in way of help, they’re there to support him

So when he sends it and lets out a sigh, Bakugou pats him on the back

“And now, we wait.” Mina murmurs, watching the phone with wide eyes.

And watching

And three days pass before Kirishima gets any sort of response

He’s expecting to be chewed out, to get the text equivalent of a teary welcome back

Not fucking eight ball.

But he clicks on it

And he wins, surprisingly

There’s a moment between his win and your text where he doesn’t dare breathe, just stand still

Before you text back

So.

ur in ua huh

guess you did it after all.

Yeah.

Again, sorry. I didn’t think a lot of stuff through back then.

figures lmao

u free next week?

For you?

I always am.

#matchup #matchups #anon matchup #bnha x reader

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Scintilla ch. 11 | Bang Chan

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Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: You finally see your brother and best friend again with revelations being brought into light. Minho inevitably opens up to the two Newbloods he’s stuck with. Meanwhile, Woojin and the rest must come up with a plan to save you all.

Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]

Word count: Approx. 8.7k

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood

A/N: Hi! I am so utterly sorry this took forever to update. I’m very busy in school, and this year’s schedule isn’t very kind to me. Most of my assignments are papers and researches, I don’t have long breaks anymore, and am in campus almost the whole day, so updates may take longer from now on. But, here’s Ch. 11 to finally appease all of us! I have...mixed feelings on this chapter? I am happy, but at the same time, I’m not too proud. Idk I just feel like it’s not what y’all expected. I’m not good at coming up with mind-blowing twists and such lol. Anyway, I still hope you enjoy! Drop an ask if you have questions or thoughts ily all!

Everything felt sore like a thousand boulders were piled up on top of you. Your throat was parched. Your head felt like splitting into a gruesome two. Did Ho still have a grip on you? Why was such an overwhelming feeling of suffocation still clouding your senses?

Opening your eyes felt like peeling skin apart, but once your sight had adjusted to the light, all sense of panic and adrenaline rushes into your system like a tidal wave. You sit upright, mouth flying over to cover your mouth. “Hyunjin! Changbin!”

The prince and your friend look at each other with dejected eyes before letting out desolate sighs. Changbin welcomes you into his arms as you practically throw yourself to him, “This isn’t how I pictured our reunion, sis.”

“What happened?” you whisper against his chest.

“The Council happened.” Hyunjin spits, his usually cheery irises replaced by anger.

Your mouth hung open as the words left the Silk’s mouth, “Felix told us about the news before we got attacked. Is Minho…”

Changbin leans against the cold stone wall, “Of course Minho’s here. Turned in by his own father.”

“Where is he?”

“In another cell. I assume the Council hates him the most right now.” your brother closes his eyes, “Are you here alone? Did they catch all of you?”

“No.” you start, “Chan might be here. I’m assuming Jisung’s here as well, but the rest were away when Ho attacked.”

“Damn it.” Changbin curses under his breath, fist pounding against the ground. “Seungmin is safe, I hope.”

Hyunjin winces at the redness on the prince’s knuckles before turning to you, “Is he?”

“He should be. He was away as well.” you feel your heart racing at the thought of Seungmin being in danger.

The younger male sighs, “What are we going to do y/n? We can’t bust out of here on our own.”

“Dolorem’s cells are made with Silent Stone.” you bite your lip, “Explains why we feel silenced.”

Hyunjin runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. He lets out a groan of frustration, angry tears starting to prick his eyes. He looks up at the ceiling, biting his lip so hard you fear it would start to bleed. “I’m sorry, y/n.” he breathes out, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t be brave like you asked me to. I couldn’t do what I needed to do, and look at where we are.”

You stop him from punishing himself even further. You carefully wrap your arms around his shoulders, rubbing his back gently. “Jinnie, none of this is your fault, ok? I’m sure you did your best, and I’m sure you were the bravest.”

Changbin, despite the situation of it all, lightly smirks, “Yeah? Hyunjin was amazing. He snuck into each Councilor’s room.”

“See? Bravery, Hyunjin. That was really risky, yet you did it.”

“You guys aren’t saying that just to stop me from crying?”

“Shut up.” you and Changbin lightly shove the Silk who was now grinning.

“On a serious note, I’m more concerned about you, sis.” Changbin turns his worried eyes to your bruised figure, “I…I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel.”

You scurry over to the wall to sit next to your brother. With a heavy, emotion-filled sigh, you speak, “Physically, this is nothing. A bruise and a few cuts will heal. It’s just…this is my fault. I had a nightmare a few nights ago about bad things happening to all of you, and I’m afraid such things will happen soon, especially now that we’re all locked up. In Dolorem of all places.”

You eye the males’ injuries; one stab wound in the respective places Lady Jung had aimed for, scratches on Hyunjin’s face, a huge bruise on Changbin’s cheek, and you’re certain a million more bruises are peppering the skin under their clothes. “You and Hyunjin look horrible, no offense, and I can’t even begin to imagine what they’ve done to Minho.” you clench your shaky fists as you speak the next words, “Chan was stabbed three times because he tried to protect me. I fear they’re doing much more terrible things to him.”

With remorse and guilt glazing your features, you hang your head low and mumble, “This isn’t any of your fault. It’s clearly mine because I didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening. Your queen failed you all.”

“Nonsense.” your brother scoffs, “You’re entitled to doing your own thing, y/n. You own your life. It shouldn’t be a problem if you wanted to see a new world with the Newbloods. It shouldn’t have been a problem for you to want to help them. The only problem are the heartless, power-hungry bastards scheming against us.”

You shrug, chewing on your bottom lip. Changbin knows all too well that this was a sign of you feeling uneasy and guilty, so he gives your leg a reassuring pat. “Besides, I’d like to think that one, we’re getting out of this hellhole one way or another.” Hyunjin clicks his tongue, “And two…even if we did get caught, we discovered some pretty golden nuggets of information.”

“What did you guys discover?” you shift to face the two.

Changbin nods at Hyunjin, “Hyunjin saw Lady Jung’s files, and it certainly is true that the Council is plotting our murder. They can’t deny it, ‘cause the plans were written by the lady herself, along with the other members. Along with her plans and files were maps, secret routes, anonymous connections, and all other resources to be used to carry out their schemes.”

You tilt your head, rattling your brain to recall the information Chan had relayed to you when you were back in their base while they investigated, “Jeongin was able to go inside Ho’s office once. Just once, but he was able to retrieve a few papers. It was true that Chan and Felix were supposedly ordered to kill us, Bin, but that wasn’t even the original plan SKZ had.”

“Let me guess. They weren’t even supposed to kill anyone.” Hyunjin mutters.

“Close.” you point at him, “You know how Felix once mentioned that SKZ does not engage in full-on rebellions? Like yeah, maybe they have killed people, but they don’t wage war, per se, on Miroh?”

“Yeah.” both Hyunjin and Changbin nod.

You continue to explain, “Well, that was originally SKZ’s plan. Break into the castle one day, perhaps get a few hostages and kill a few if necessary to prove a point, and then negotiate with the royal family and Council.”

“But then Ho wanted something different?” Changbin guesses, a serious tone to his low voice.

“Precisely. Ho and a few other SKZ authorities were getting impatient and were no longer satisfied with the mediocre benefits Miroh was giving District 9. That’s why they planned to storm the castle and slaughter all the High Houses, leaving them the right to rule Miroh with Silvers fearing them.”

“Or so we thought.” Hyunjin scoffs, “Ho and his posse are working with the Council.”

“Unfortunately, the papers Jeongin brought back didn’t say anything on why Ho decided to work with the Council.” you lean your head back on the wall with a reasonably loud thud, “Only that Chan and Felix were to kill us so that ‘SKZ’s plans could be moved into action’.”

“The Council had duplicates of the keys you have sole ownership to, sis.” Changbin mumbles, “Lord Lee probably made them.”

“Easier to kill me that way, since I keep everything locked at night.” you say, “Once I’m dead, they can use the other keys to access the throne room and the crown vault. Easy peasy.”

“There was a fourth key, but we didn’t know what it was for.” Hyunjin adds.

“Are you that eager to find out, dear children?”

The three of you snap your heads to the venomous voice echoing through the walls of this desolate dungeon. The voice sent shivers through your every fiber, coiling around you like a snake waiting for its prey. “Might as well tell us now, Lord Yoo.” Changbin spits, eyes dangerously glaring at the elder now standing in front of your prison cell.

Despite the presence of Silent Stone all around you, your brother’s eyes seem to be lit with an undying flame, “You did lie about Father’s death, but we figured it out, so you might as well spill everything.”

“What?” you gasp, eyes wide with shock, “What do you mean?”

Hyunjin nods his head almost apologetically, placing a gentle hand on your knee, “The autopsy files the Council gave you and Changbin back then were fake. He discovered the real ones while rummaging through some old collections in the archive room.”

“How dare you?” you hiss at the Councilor who was smirking smugly at you, “That is a crime. It’s against the law. How could you do such a thing?”

“More importantly,” Changbin starts, “why would they? Simple, really.”

Hyunjin bites his lip as he anticipates the next words. You look back and forth towards your brother and Lord Yoo, heart racing with each passing second. Changbin finally speaks, “They murdered Father, y/n. His blood is on their hands. The whole ‘King Seo died of a natural death’ rumors were lies. The whole ‘Newbloods murdered him’ was also a lie.”

“Not entirely.” Lord Yoo snickers.

Hot tears have started to sting your eyes like acid. All sense of keeping it together were waning thin as if you were grabbing at the loose ends of thread, each grasp slipping away poorly. But no, not this time. You maintain your death stare towards the elder, and the quivering of your lip and the shakiness of your entire body only emphasizes your seething anger. Despite feeling like a hand had roughly grabbed your heart and squeezed it to death like a toy, you manage to utter a few words, “Tell me everything, heathen. Don’t spare a word.”

Lord Yoo seems unfazed, glancing to the side in a very uninterested manner, “When the king prior to your father passed, he had no heirs, remember? The choices for the next king were Seo, Lord Lee, Lord Kim, and me. Your father had virtually no chance of being chosen as king. As a Councilor, he had been bargaining for fairer treatment towards the Reds and Newbloods. He wanted to eradicate the hierarchy and promised that if he became king. Obviously, Silvers didn’t want that. However, there was no doubt that Seo had also done the most improvements to Miroh during his role as Councilor working hand-in-hand with the king then, and Silvers were not blind to not notice that. In the end, with the votes of Silvers, Reds, and Newbloods counted, Seo won by the skin of his teeth against Lord Kim. You could only imagine how angry we were back then, but we had no choice.”

“As he continued to ‘unite’ the people and mingle with Reds and Newbloods, we took the opportunity to conspire against him. That was also when we met a Newblood who wanted to ‘offer his expertise’ in aiding us with the disposal of Seo.”

“Ho.” you mutter.

“Yes, yes.” Lord Yoo continues, “This Newblood seemed very suspicious to us, but all he wanted in return was to ‘sit on the right hand of whoever ruled’ because he wanted to be above the Reds and Newbloods as well. Poor fellow just wanted to be like a Silver, I guess. But…when he told us about his plans, we knew he’d be useful, so we agreed to his bargain. What’s one measly Newblood in a sea of Silvers?”

“So that son of bitch was working with you lot even back then.” Changbin gets up, fists clenched with anger. If he had his flames, his entire body would be wrapped in an inferno.

Hyunjin speaks with a low voice, “The notes for a poison I found in a Councilor’s drawer…Ho gave it to you, am I right? One of the key ingredients to that poison is only available in a plant in Yellow Wood, so obviously Ho had access to it.”

“You poisoned my father?” you’re suddenly face-to-face with the Councilor, delicate fingers tightly wrapped around the steel bars separating you from him.

“The sixth year celebration for Lord Kim…there was a banquet for that.” Changbin mumbles, “A few days after that banquet, Father died.”

“You poisoned him then, brushing it off as a natural death.” you hiss, “The original autopsy must have stated Father was poisoned, but you hid that from us and claimed he died of something else.”

“What about the key?”

Lord Yoo shrugs nonchalantly, “Your father had a safe or little vault, and in that vault were his will and a letter to you two.”

“The fourth key was for that.” you mutter, “The Council said Father had no will written.”

“While you were all busy getting emotional and breaking down during Seo’s funeral, Lord Kim and I went through his room and discovered that vault. We hid it from everyone. How did we know what the key looked like? Your father had two flame-maker accessories – the bracelet he always wore and the key. This was always hidden underneath his clothing, so when he died, we immediately took it. Using that, we opened it and discovered the will, which stated that you or Changbin were to be crowned ruler immediately after his death, no matter what.”

“But you didn’t want that because it’d ruin your plans to rule once again, so you destroyed any evidence.” you scoff, eyes piercing the elder’s emotionless ones. “And the letter?”

“Seo was always a smart one.” Lord Yoo sighs as if he were disgusted, “Somehow, he had a hunch that the Council was plotting against him. The letter essentially was to inform the two of you about what he discovered and what he wanted the two of you to do about it.”

“Unfortunately, even if you got rid of that, we still uncovered your dirty, dark secret.” Changbin almost smirks, taunting and mocking the elder.

“Yet you couldn’t do anything about it.” Lord Yoo snickers with a revolting grin, “You’re stuck in here, my prince. Your queen is powerless now.”

“That is why we told you, young queen, to not get distracted like your father.” Lord Yoo mockingly laughs, “You got distracted with your lover and look where that got all of you. My word, even Lee Minho couldn’t do anything right.”

“If you were going to kill me, why bother betrothing me with Minho?”

“Once you and Changbin were gone, Minho would obviously be king through his ‘commitment’ with you.” Lord Yoo says as if it were the most obvious thing, “Lord Lee would ‘control’ Minho from then on, making the young man do whatever the Council decreed. But alas, that little imbecile chose you over his duties. Lord Lee and everyone else expected him to abide by us, but Minho started getting suspicious and acted upon that feeling.”

“Well, considering he’s supposed to protect me, I’d say he did his job pretty well.” you spit back, a hint of challenge lacing your words, “At least Minho chose what was right.”

Your fingers coil around the bars as if you were strangling Lord Yoo’s neck in your grip, “You’re not going to sit a second on my throne, Yoo. None of you murderous bastards will. Not even a millisecond, I assure you of that. And once we’re out of here, I will personally make sure to catch you all and make your lives a living hell.”

You literally spit on his face, a rather proud smirk pasting itself on your lips. Lord Yoo grabs your throat from between the bars, applying enough pressure to hurt you. Changbin and Hyunjin are quick to rush over, but upon seeing your unwavering eyes, they seem to calm down.

Lord Yoo, on the other hand, hisses through his teeth like the snake he is, “You’re stuck here, Your Highness. Your brother and best friend are powerless. Where is Kim Seungmin? Probably afraid for his life. Your lover is on the verge of death. Lee Minho and the other Newbloods are next. Things look bright for us, but I can’t say the same for you.”

Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to stomp on your very soul, trying to dampen your spirits and snuff out the remaining fire in you. But with whatever ember you had left sitting in your being, you set your blazing eyes on the Councilor standing inches away from you. The minute the chains break and the gates open, your blazing inferno would burn and ravish their very existence, cleaning the world of their impurities like a purge. You peel Lord Yoo’s hand away from your throat, eyebrows knit together in determination as you declare, “Right now, the sun has set for us as it has risen for you, but it’s a cycle, Lord Yoo. Once it rises for us, it’s going to set for you. When that happens, I don’t think things will look bright for you.”

“We shall see, Your Highness,” Lord Yoo glares, “if you all manage to survive for when that time comes.”

With those words, he saunters away, disappearing into the shadows. You slump back beside your brother. “We need to get out of here.”

“I know. We’ll find a way.” Changbin whispers.

Hyunjin lays his head on your lap, closing his eyes with a sigh, “Or a way will find us.”

You lean on Changbin’s shoulder as your fingers rake through Hyunjin’s hair in a gentle motion. A hint of worry mingles with your blood, but the fire in you overwhelms it and gives you a temporary sense of confidence. You look around the cold, dark room, eyes focused on the ray of light filtering in through the window above, “This isn’t over.”

“Such a waste.” One punch to the jaw. “A handsome face like yours ruined because of your stupidity.” One punch to the lip.

Minho grins, enduring each painful impact on his already-bruised face, “The only stupid ones are the Council, Lord Kim. What? Your little scheme was uncovered by Newblood rebels and us Silver kids. Talk about failed.”

Lord Kim grips the younger male’s collar, slapping Minho hard across the face with the back of his hand, “Failed? Your attempt to stop us failed, young Lee. The princess was captured, and you’re all here.”

“So what?” Minho spits his silvery blood onto the floor, the substance glimmering in the dark room, “We’ll drag all of you to hell with us if we have to. None of you are winning this.”

The elder roughly throws Minho to the ground, relentlessly and mercilessly kicking the male currently curled up on the cold ground. Each sickening impact on the younger male’s body echoes through the cell walls, haunting anyone who hears. “You should have stuck with your father, boy.”

“I’d rather die than stick with murderers.” Minho snarls, eyes sharper than any dagger, sending chills down Lord Kim’s spine, “And I’d gladly become a murderer if it meant putting an end to your lives.”

Lord Kim merely laughs, the mocking sound grating the young Magnetron’s ears. The next thing Minho sees is Lord Kim pulling out a short sword, the cold steel burning his cheek on contact.

In another cell room, a weak Chan is being held by the collar by none other than Ho. The captain smiles – a gentle smile, ironically – as he whispers to the Sounder, “Really, Bang. We could have avoided all this if you only did as I told you.”

“And like I said.” Chan smirks, blood trickling down his chin, “Screw you. I wouldn’t do it even if my life depended on it.”

“I thought you’d be smarter. Sacrificing everything for a worthless princess?”

Chan’s hand grips Ho’s wrist tightly, a warning of sorts, “I’d sacrifice everything for her because she’s worth more than any of you combined.”

“Please. You’re just foolishly in love, Bang.”

“No, I’m not. She’s the hope for this kingdom, Ho, and I’m not going to let you all take that away.” the young rebel declares, his growling voice akin to a commanding wolf.

“And how would you be so sure?”

“I can feel it. I believe her ‘cause I just know it.”

“How is that even definitive?” Ho snickers, bringing his knee up to Chan’s stomach.

Chan hisses in pain, but despite the hurt, he manages to send a powerful glare at the captain, “Sometimes that’s all you need when idiots like you have sucked the light out of everyone’s lives.”

“How beautiful. Poetic.” Ho chuckles, sending a hard slap across his cheek, “You disgust me, Bang Chan.”

“Good.”

With a menacing crack of his knuckles, Ho backs Chan against the ragged walls, attacking the younger male with a string of punches and kicks. Anyone would have broken at that point, letting go of the string that kept them alive and succumbing to the darkness enveloping their lonely selves. But not Bang Chan. Each massive blow on his broken body only sparked more flames in his very soul, waiting for the right time to break out and devour everything in its path.

Meanwhile, Jisung paces around the prison cell, fists randomly hitting parts of the wall from time to time. Despite the redness blooming across his knuckles, the Electricon doesn’t relent. His movements stop when the steel gate creaks open, revealing Lord Kim. The elder pushes a beaten-up Minho into the cell before shutting the gate angrily. He sends a mocking smirk towards the two prisoners, sauntering away seconds later as if he had done something of importance.

Minho nearly collapses the minute he takes a step forward, but Jisung is quick enough to catch him. As he supports the Magnetron, he asks, “What the hell did you do for them to ruin you like this?”

“I did something you’d do.” Minho mumbles, trying to stand straighter.

“Gee, thanks.” Jisung sighs, helping him walk to the corner of the room.

Once he gets Minho seated on the floor, his eyes fall shut as he releases a deep breath. The Magnetron’s body still feels sore from the injuries he had received from fighting his father and Lord Kim’s beating, and quite frankly, his mind – and emotions – were in a bit of a boggling jumble as of now. Jisung bites his lip – perhaps in frustration or despair – at the sight of Miroh’s “mightiest” so broken and defeated. Never would the Electricon have imagined that the proud Silver who refused to back down would end up like this. Jisung kicks the wall like a tantrum-throwing child, causing Minho to slowly open his eyes. Once Jisung has calmed down and sits across him, Minho nearly smirks – key word being nearly. “At least you don’t look as messed up as I do.”

Jisung leans his head back on the wall, “You suck.”

“You still have horrible bantering skills.”

“I – ”

Before Jisung can continue his sentence, a familiar figure opens the cell’s gate and walks in. He drags a barely-conscious Chan inside like a slaughtered animal, causing Jisung to send him a million death glares. Minho refuses to look at the figure, thinking he’d throw up on the spot out of disgust for the traitorous captain.

Ho tosses Chan’s limp body towards Jisung who protectively pulls him closer. Blood paints almost every inch of Chan’s body as purple and blue marks start to bloom on his skin as a result from numerous beatings. His sweat mixes with his blood in a gruesome painting, trailing down his angelic face like cracks on a broken vase; Jisung fears his leader is going to slip away from him any second.

The captain smirks, “You three are much sturdier than I expected. When are you going to break?”

“As you can see, never in a million years, dimwit.” Minho mumbles, disinterest lacing his words as if dismissing the captain who was boring him.

Ho heartily chuckles before grabbing the Magnetron by the collar, “Did your father not tell you that you had the chance to be exempted from all this?”

“Yeah,” Minho growls, “but I’d rather die.”

“I’d love to kill the one and only Lee Minho,” Ho brings his knife to the younger male’s neck, slicing a shallow cut just enough to watch a sliver of Silver blood trickle down his skin, “but that’s not for me to decide.”

He punches Minho’s jaw, causing him to stumble back and slump against the wall. He supports himself by leaning against it, steely eyes sending daggers towards the captain. “Where is y/n?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of looking out for her?”

“Where is she?” Minho yells, and Jisung could swear a deadly anger was radiating off of him, threatening to consume Ho whole.

Ho snickers, twirling the knife in his hand, “Somewhere here, I don’t know. Ask Bang. Was he not supposed to be her guardian angel or something?”

Chan is now sitting up, being supported by Jisung. Despite the gravity of his injuries, he manages to face Ho with confidence and strength. He doesn’t say anything, but Ho knows what his rebellious eyes are trying to convey – you’re going to pay.

Another mocking laugh escapes Ho’s lips before he exits the cell, “I have much more important matters to attend to. I don’t know how long you’ll last, but it was nice watching you all struggle to win this fight.”

Once the captain had disappeared, Jisung mutters, “I’m going to shove a sword up his ass one day.”

Minho cringes at his choice of words before rolling his eyes, “We’re stuck here, imbecile. The only way we get out of here is by being rescued.”

“I have full confidence that will happen.”

“I don’t. Might as well get chummy with two idiots.”

“You really suck.”

“So do you.”

As the two continue to banter as usual, Chan leans his back against the wall, empty eyes staring at the blood-stained wall across from him. While Jisung mutters to himself incoherent words about Minho being an ass, the Magnetron casts his gaze on the Sounder. A few minutes of silence surrounds the trio, smothering them with a heaviness that could weigh down their very souls if not broken. Minho shifts in his spot, leaning his head back as he whispers, “You promised you’d keep her safe, Bang.”

Chan speaks for the first time upon arriving in Dolorem, “Yeah? You kind of did as well.”

Minho looks down as disappointment and shame washes over his entire existence, “Yet here we are.”

“She’s alive, Lee.” Chan says, “They aren’t going to kill her yet. I doubt they will.”

“What does your captain hope to gain from this?” Minho suddenly asks, eyes still glued to the ground.

Chan shrugs, “Power? I can only assume he has a deal with the Council and will gain power from what he’s doing for them, including killing all of us.”

“You were supposed to do that.”

“I know.”

Jisung joins the conversation, “You do know that Chan and Felix disobeyed Ho’s orders, right?”

“I know that.” Minho mumbles, the words struggling to come out. His throat feels tights, but despite the immense pride he held, Minho let that all down as he finally shifts his attention to Chan, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Chan tilts his head rather innocently.

“Keeping her safe.” Minho dejectedly chuckles a pitiful sound, “Safer than I ever could.”

A small smile graces Chan’s split lip as he replies, “I’m not the only one who wants y/n safe, Minho. Jisung does, her brother does, you do. We all do and somehow, we’ve all done our part to make sure she stayed safe. At this point, y/n needs to do things herself now. We’ve done what we can, and it’s all up to her now. All we can do is help and stand by her.”

“You’re right, I know,” Minho starts, “but I guess…I never saw that.”

“Y/n told us that you guys were childhood friends…and well, supposedly engaged.” Jisung proceeds with caution, making sure he doesn’t hit a sensitive note with his query.

“We are, and we were.” Minho says lowly, almost ashamed of his own words, “I called it off.”

“Did you…not love her?” the Electricon prods.

A small smile has now appeared on Minho’s lips as if he were reminiscing on the better parts of his life, “It’s not that I didn’t love her. I called it off because I was mad at her at that time; I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.”

Minho stares at the steel bars caging them from the outside world, longing to bend them to his will if not for the Silent Stone. “I loved her more than anything, but I ruined everything for her. For us.”

“I don’t think it’s fair for you to say that, Minho.” Chan shrugs, biting his already bruised lip as he chooses his words with delicacy, “I’m sure y/n loved you too. I’m sure she still does.”

“She loves you, Chan.” Minho says, but contrary to what everyone was expecting, there was no bitterness in his words. Surely, a drop of sadness and regret laced his words, but not a single hint of bitterness towards the Newblood was evident. “Besides, you don’t know how much pain I’ve caused her over the years.”

Jisung shifts a little, scooting over so he could sit beside Minho, “If I may be so bold to ask…how did you become Lee Minho? Like, the Lee Minho every Silver idolized and the Lee Minho every Red and Newblood feared?”

Minho shrugs like all life has been drained from him; like he no longer had any fight in him. His eyes are glued to the window, light reflecting in his dark irises as he answers the younger male, “House Lee is second in power to the royal family. For obvious reasons, every member in that household is to be ‘perfect’ in the eyes of the Silvers. I grew up in an environment where everything I did had to meet the expectations of my father. My mother didn’t believe that and wanted me to enjoy my life as my own.”

“Y/n mentioned that…”

“She’s dead?” Minho nearly chokes on his own words, tongue twisting and tripping in a heartbreaking struggle, “Yes, she is. A long time ago. I didn’t understand why my father was so angry with her back then. As a child, I thought it was because she spent a lot of time with King Seo as they shared the same sentiments over the hierarchy. ‘It’s just jealousy’ I thought. Until I witnessed my mother getting dragged into the dungeons and executed the next day for all the High Houses to see.”

“That just made things worse for you, didn’t it?” Chan asks.

“Father became stricter. I was basically a puppet who did his every bidding. From what I did, to what I would do in the future, to the people I became friends with – he controlled everything I did and used fear to discipline me.” Minho scoffs, a bitter smile curling at his lips, “Ironically, that’s how I treated y/n and the rest.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/n and the other boys were different. They didn’t exactly have more freedom than I did, but they had a…different outlook on their lives as opposed to me. Y/n, as you probably know, helped me cope with my mother’s death when no one else did and became my closest friend.” Minho’s eyes held a tint of melancholy as he continues, “But as we grew older, the expectations became greater. The pressure was so great that all of them, with the exception of Seungmin, started to sneak out. Y/n always encouraged me to ‘let loose’ from time to time, but I rejected her out of fear from my father and opted to stick to the Silver way.”

“Seungmin told us that when you’re raised to believe one thing, you tend to forget everything else.” Chan points out, “It’s the same for you, isn’t it?”

Minho nods. He cannot explain why he’s suddenly so talkative or why he’s suddenly opening up to the Newbloods he despised not too long ago. Perhaps it was the idea of dying soon and not letting anyone know how he truly felt. Or the feeling of desperation as the days grew darker and more hopeless, prompting him to at least lessen his burden. Or, it was as you kept telling him – they aren’t what you think they are.

“I justified my actions by telling them that I didn’t want what happened to Mother to happen to them. I mean, I really didn’t want that to happen again, but that genuine concern was somehow twisted into something heartless after living life in accordance to the Council.”

“In being molded into the ‘perfect Silver’, I somewhat lost myself in the process. My identity was found in the expectations and standards they had for me.” Minho closes his eyes, stubbornly refusing to let anyone see how a glassiness had glazed his orbs with emotions he rarely felt, “In losing myself, I lost y/n. Whatever ‘genuine’ love I had for her disappeared because I was too busy wanting her to become as perfect as the Council wanted me to be. That’s not what she wanted.”

“What did you originally want for you? For her? For the both of you?” Chan asks again, the gentleness in his voice startling the Magnetron like a newborn kitten.

“Pathetically, I can’t even remember.” Minho admits, head hanging low with shame, “I don’t know. Like I said, I lost myself. Who is Lee Minho if you remove all the Silver expectations? It’s like the Council possessed me and every inch of my being, so I don’t even know what I wanted then, and what I want now. That’s my answer.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Chan starts, and despite the weariness settling in his bones, his eyes are very much alive and strong, “it took a while for us to know what we wanted as well. You’ll get there. Give yourself time.”

“Shouldn’t joining SKZ somehow dictate what you wanted in life?” Minho inquires, raising his eyebrow.

“Not really.” Chan gestures to Jisung, “Tell him.”

Jisung offers the Magnetron a small smile before saying, “A lot of us joined SKZ and still didn’t know what we wanted in life. I, for one, can attest to that. I joined SKZ for the hell of it. I told myself ‘you’re going to be making a difference’ and ‘you’re going to bring justice to this unjust world’, but in reality, I had no clue why I joined a rebel group.”

He continues, “I never experienced the hardships Chan and the rest went through. My life was…alright, I guess. But as a ‘neutral party’, I hated witnessing how Reds and Newbloods had to suffer because of the Silvers. Greensborough, Elysium, and parts of District 9 were alright, but when you see places like the Trench, it pisses you off. ‘How could Silvers just let people live in such conditions?’ I would often ask. It was only a year after joining SKZ that I realized that I found happiness in our little scouting trips. I wasn’t one for rebellions, protesting against Miroh, and all those rebel-like stuff. I was happy doing little scouting trips, giving donations and rations to the poorer towns. I spend time with the people there and share whatever joy I had with them. That’s what I wanted out of SKZ.”

The way Minho’s mouth hangs open was enough for Jisung to know that he was amazed – awestruck even – at the story the Electricon had shared. He did not have to spout highly elaborate, scholarly words to make a point. He said what he wanted to say with confidence, allowing his emotions to do the storytelling for him. The rawness and genuineness of his words was easily conveyed with conviction, allowing it to be stronger than any political claim a High House elite could make in court. Jisung’s eyes glimmered in the dark room almost as if a cluster of stars had graced them with their presence.

Chan smiles proudly, watching Jisung with admiration, “There you have it. From Han Jisung himself.”

“He’s not as annoying and stupid as I thought.” Minho finally responds, and though his expression is deadpan, it was impossible to miss the playful glint in his eyes.

“Why you – ” Jisung starts.

Chan smiles a bit wider, “There’s more to Jisung than most people see. He’s childish, impulsive, happy-go-lucky, and reckless – ”

“I don’t see how this makes me a better person, hyung.”

“ – but he’s also the most genuine person ever.” Chan grins, “His playful nature tends to conceal his more introspective side, but it comes out when it’s really needed.”

“I just…like to smile. Smiling and laughing makes everything better even when it’s not.” Jisung blurts, “That way, you kind of give everyone the strength they need.”

Minho leans his head back against the wall, humming lowly in response. “You’re still a bug zapper to me, Han Jisung.”

“You’re still a tin can, Lee Minho.”

The two share identical smirks before tearing their competitive gazes away from each other. “I’m happy y/n has you two.” Minho whispers. “She deserves the happiness you give her.”

“She has you too, Minho.” Jisung grins cheekily, “I mean…maybe she sees you differently from Chan, but she still has you.”

“It sucks to say this, but I’m more than willing to let go of y/n if she chooses to be happy with Chan.” Minho sighs, sounding almost relieved, “I can’t love her the way you do; not anymore, at least. Not when I don’t even know my identity without the standards they set for me. She needs someone who has strong convictions and isn’t easily swayed. If there’s anyone I can trust y/n with, it’s you.”

Minho then turns to Chan, steely eyes piercing the Sounder’s own with a gaze so intense it could make a hole in the wall next to him, “So if we get out of this hellhole, you have to swear that you’ll treat her like the queen she is. Swear you’re going to make her happy, love her, and protect her as best as you can. The minute you hurt her, I’m sending a spear through your head.”

“Violent words, but oh so poetic.” Jisung whispers, causing the Magnetron to smirk.

Chan can only smile, a faint chuckle escaping his lips, “I’ll keep that in mind then. But you have to promise you’re still going to be there for her as he dearest friend. Promise you’re still going to care for, love, and protect her as the friend she treasures the most.”

“You didn’t have to ask, Bang.” Minho smirks, “That’s a given already.”

They both let out chuckles, a now lighter silence filling the cell. Minho is just about to shut his eyes out of exhaustion when Chan speaks, “And Minho?”

“Hm?”

“You’ll find yourself one day.”

With that, Minho smirks, eyes collapsing as exhaustion finally settles in his bones. Jisung sends a grin towards Chan’s direction, whispering softly, “You really have a way with words, don’t you?”

“Get some rest, Jisung.” Chan chuckles softly, “We’re getting out of this and settling things once and for all.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

A string of curses escapes Woojin’s lips as soon as the remaining Newbloods and Seungmin arrive at the now empty base. “We’re too late.”

Felix quickly teleports into the house, returning outside after a few seconds, “Other than this huge whole, probably done by a Bomber, the house is…in tact.”

“Oh no.” Seungmin starts to panic, eyes darting around as his head begins to throb with pain, “They must have taken y/n, Chan, and Jisung. No, no, no. If what I know is true, they were brought to Dolorem. This is a disaster! Dolorem is – ”

Jeongin sympathetically frowns, gently rubbing the Whisper’s back in assurance. The youngest quietly speaks, “What do we do, Woojin-hyung? Dolorem is impossible to break into, but we can’t just…leave them.”

Woojin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “Seungmin, what do you know about Dolorem?”

The younger male rattles his brain, sorting his thoughts and piecing everything together like a puzzle, “Well, to start off, the main entrance to Dolorem itself is guarded by Whispers – they’re way stronger than I am. The entrance to the prison itself is guarded by Whispers, so there’s that. Inside the dungeons cells are Silent Stone, but outside the cells is normal so you can still use your abilities.”

“What about the guards inside?” Felix queries.

“Royal Guard, so they’re just Magnetrons. Still, they’re trained by Lord Lee, so they aren’t just small-fry.” Seungmin sighs, biting his lip anxiously.

Jeongin raises a finger, “Do you think Ho or the Councilors are still there?”

Woojin shakes his head, “Ho rarely remains in one place for long. He’s either back in his base, or gathering his people and training them or something.”

“Same with the Council.” Seungmin says, “They don’t linger in Dolorem for long, so I assume they’re back in the castle, especially since none of the royal kids or Council children are there.”

“Do you think Felix can get inside unnoticed?” Woojin asks.

“Definitely.” Seungmin shakes his head, “But even if he were inside the dungeons, how would he get everyone out? The minute he’s inside a cell, his teleportation powers won’t work. We have to either get the gates opened or break it from the outside.”

“Then can I teleport you inside, then you command the guards to open the gates?” Felix inquires.

Seungmin chews on his lip for a few seconds, juggling Felix’s question and assessing the pros and cons of such a proposal. “Theoretically, you can do that. But once we do open the gates, there’s no guarantee we can make it out successfully.”

“I can immobilize everyone inside the dungeon.” Woojin smirks, “But we need to think of how everyone will escape once outside the dungeon.”

Jeongin offers a small smile, pointing to his freckled friend, “Felix can teleport people as far as the entrance to Dolorem, but that will take an extreme toll on him and will practically deplete his energy.”

“Do you think it’s safe to assume that they’re all in good shape?” Woojin questions the Whisper.

With a deep sigh, Seungmin purses his lips, “I’d assume Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin would be the least injured, judging by the gravity of their ‘trespasses’ against the Council. I would not be so sure for y/n, as yes, they want her dead, but I doubt they would hurt her that much. Knowing how the Council had high expectations for Minho and Ho detests Chan to the core, I’m afraid those two will bear the burden of being most injured. Dolorem is where torture happens.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Woojin pauses, pacing around the grassy field.

Everyone remains silent for what seems to be forever. Ironically, they felt like time was passing by too quickly, their frantic hands helplessly grabbing at any means to somehow freeze the clock so as to avoid the impending doom of your lives being in danger at Dolorem. Each heartbeat feels like every passing second, prompting and taunting the group to think – and act – faster than they already are. The pressure to come up with some sort of rescue plan had them feeling uneasy, yet they did not relent.

“I have a vague plan.” Woojin suddenly whispers, his eyes sparked with a sense of hope.

“Let’s hear it.” Felix rubs his hands together, squatting down on the grass.

“It’s really risky, but we have no choice. Literally. We have to try anything at this point.” the eldest male eyes each younger male, gaze stern and serious like a father. His warm eyes land on Seungmin, a deep fleck of trust swimming in his irises, “And…I need you to be strong, Seungmin. I need you to believe you can do what I’m going to ask of you.”

Seungmin feels his heart collapse, then speed up seconds later. He swallows the lump lodged in his throat, soft eyes unwavering as they look directly at Woojin. His hands are shaking, anxiety and fear mingling with every drop of his blood, but despite the obvious signs of hesitance, Seungmin steels himself. Whatever Woojin had in mind, it was for his friends. It was for you, for Changbin, for Hyunjin, and for his Newblood friends. It was for the people he loved. It was for the people he could call a family. And at this point, he knew he’d have to be brave for them, even if he had to tear himself away from his comfort zone by force.

“I’ll do my best.”

Woojin gives him an approving nod before craning his head side-to-side as if stretching, “Ok, Jeongin, you do know what Lord Lee looks like, right?”

“Yes.”

Seungmin adds, “Just act like you own the place and you’re good to go.”

“Ok. So Jeongin will act as Lord Lee, bringing me, Seungmin, and Felix in as if he caught us as prisoners. Seungmin, you’ll need to block out or negate the mind-reading from the other Whispers as best as you can. I know they’re trained and more skilled than you, but this is crucial. Your role is crucial. We can’t get in without you messing with their abilities.” Woojin says lowly, eyes nearly pleading.

“I know.” Seungmin replies quietly, “I can do it.”

Woojin pats his shoulder before continuing, “Once inside the dungeons, Jeongin, since you’re still in Lord Lee’s disguise, look for Minho’s cell and tell whichever guard that you need to talk to your son or something. Once that guard approves and opens the cell gate, Felix will teleport in and knock him out. Whoever is in the cell with Minho, we get them out.”

“I see.” Jeongin grins almost child-like, “And once Minho is free, bending the steel gates open will be a piece of cake.”

“And what of the other guards and getting out of Dolorem?” Felix nervously asks, worry lacing his words as he thinks about how he might not have enough strength to teleport back and forth to get each person out.

“I will stay behind – ”

“What?” the three younger males exclaim, eyes wide like scared children.

Woojin grins, “ – for the time being. Relax. If Seungmin’s assumption is correct, Chan and Minho might not be in the best shape for running and escaping. Felix, you’ll have to prioritize them when teleporting out, ok?”

“Roger roger.” Felix salutes.

“Hyunjin may have a high chance of going unnoticed, given he’s a Silk. Jisung can bolt away. If Felix still has enough energy, you might have to teleport the Seo siblings as well. They can’t be seen outside the dungeons whatsoever.” Woojin continues to explain, “Jeongin, disguise yourself as Lord Lee again. Seungmin, slip away and manipulate minds when suspected if you have to. Make them think they can’t see you or any of us. While you’re all doing that, I will deal with any guard that gets in the way. A little gravity crushing should do the trick.”

“We can’t completely eliminate the risk of failure, and I don’t see too many cons to this plan,” Seungmin puts a finger to his chin, slowly nodding his head, “but they’re going to realize the prisoners are gone sooner or later. They’ll hunt us all down until they manage to bring us back in. We can’t run or hide forever.”

“We’ll figure that out when we get everyone out.” Woojin smiles, “We need to make sure we get them out first.”

“I can help with you little escapade.”

The silky voice surprises Jeongin, causing the young male to slowly inch his way behind Woojin. Seungmin’s eyes widen in a pleasant surprise as Felix beams sunnily. A familiar raven-haired individual greets the group, mindlessly twirling his elaborate sunglasses. “At ease, Newbloods.”

“Bambam?” Seungmin gapes, eyebrow raised at the Elite’s sudden presence.

Woojin tilts his head, taking a protective stance while maintaining gentle eyes, “Bambam the Silver Elite? What brings you here? Who sent you?”

Bambam slips his sunglasses into the pocket of his velvet coat, crossing his long arms, “I am no spy, do not worry. I am not siding with the hideous Council, and yes, I am aware of what is happening.” the elite gives the group a small albeit warm smile as his eyes twinkle.

“I grew up with the Seo siblings being my only friends, even if we didn’t see each other as much as the Council children. And so, I cherish them very much. I’ve caught word that both y/n and Changbin are imprisoned somewhere. I’m here to be of assistance. I leave the escaping shenanigan to you rebels, but I can assure you that I will provide a place to stay. Temporary, but it may suffice just enough to regroup and regain strength for your next plans.”

“Wait, just like that?” Jeongin gasps, failing to conceal the wonder in his tone, “How did you even know we were here?”

Bambam chuckles, “Yes, just like that. It’s the least I can do for those siblings. And your buddy Felix came to me after hearing about Hyunjin and the rest being captured in hopes to get help worst-case-scenario. Little did we know that y/n was also taken.” the Elite finishes with a wink, “And I’m a Shadow, little one. You won’t have to worry about me being followed. I can turn invisible at will.”

“Can’t you help us get them out, Bambam?” Seungmin asks desperately.

“I would love to, Kim Seungmin, but there is an absence of light in Dolorem, and that greatly affects how my abilities work. Shadows can’t exist without light, and I can’t turn myself or anyone invisible if I can’t bend light.” Bambam explains, offering a small smile in return, “But I will make sure you have safe passage to my safe house as soon as you get out of Dolorem.”

“We appreciate it, really.” Woojin politely bows, “How do you propose we meet with you or get to the safe house?”

The raven-haired Elite clears his throat, grinning as he hands a white paper coated with a thin layer of glitter to the eldest Newblood, “Further instructions are all there. Simply read it once you’ve reached Mortem. That’s the Red town about four kilometers from Dolorem’s borders. They’re all Reds there, so do not worry about any Silvers. Seungmin, do you know about Mortem?”

“Yes, I’ve read about it, so I think I can get us there.” the Whisper nods.

“Good.” Bambam clasps his hands together, “Read that paper once in Mortem. Only when you’re in Mortem.”

“We can’t thank you enough for the help, Bambam.” Woojin extends his hand for a shake.

Bambam grips it, giving the group a confident smile, “Long live our little queen, boys.”

Once the group has thanked and said their goodbyes, the Silver Elite makes his leave, bending light to disappear from the naked eye. Jeongin shakes his head, mouth still agape, “Well, miracles do exist.”

“Yes they do.” Felix grins, turning to Woojin.

The older male sighs, giving the boys a wider grin, “Alright, tomorrow, we rescue our friends.”

Seungmin nods, eyes trailing over to the setting sun. The rays paint the sky a beautiful hue of purple and pink, faint hazes of orange misting across. The warm tones reflect in his eyes like a luxurious painting, mingling with the glimmer of zeal that settles in his irises. Woojin had told him that he had a crucial role – without Seungmin’s mind manipulation, getting past the Whispers and guards would be dangerous.

And despite the pounding of his heart telling him that the success of this plan was a big unknown, Seungmin knew and was sure of one thing.

He was going to help get you all out.

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Sledgefu: A quiet, cozy night in with the cats. Maybe Snafu is feeling a little insecure bc Gene’s spending a lot of time with new friends at school? He feels a little left out bc Gene is always talking about them, but Gene doesn’t realize it until he really slows down and really listens to/looks at Snaf while they’re snugged up on the couch. If you want to 💞💞💞

Ooh yes I love it!! Thank you for sending this in!!!

Also, ended up putting together a playlist of what I listened to as I wrote this, so if folks are wanting some extra atmosphere as they read, here it is: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2z3p8nXomzQRkWjvY3PK5a?si=uK7XQngWTtOg7UlG5dUm_A

Gold Still Glitters is below the cut!

He knew Eugene wouldn’t make dinner, he hadn’t for the past couple of weeks. Busy at the university library, studying away with a few classmates he’d gotten to know better as the semester had gone on. He’d even met a few of them now, Ted and Michael and a particularly intimidating man who, despite having the highest grades out of any of Eugene’s friends, insisted on going by his nickname of Flea. It was given to him in the Army, and was actually short for Flea-Brain, but Eugene had talked him into using just Flea. Good-hearted boy couldn’t bear to call a new friend something like that is what it was, and it made Snafu’s heart swell. That was his man, being so sweet!

But his heart hurt as he sat at the table alone, set for two on accident. It was simply his habit now, and he hadn’t even realized he’d done it until he sat down to the gumbo he’d made.

Delilah hopped up onto the extra seat, her little nose delicately touching the bowl meant for Eugene, and that broke him.

“This is stupid,” he scolded himself as the tears rolled. He wiped them away in between spoonfuls of his dinner. “Isn’t it, Delilah? I should be happy your papa is out there makin’ new friends. It’s a good thing.”

She meowed softly, and he gave up on the food. That felt equally silly, putting it all away right away after he’d worked most of the day to make it, but his appetite was gone.

Better was sitting in the bedroom with Delilah on his lap, the other cats scattered on the bed and Ack Ack with his soft nose batting at the hand Snafu let drop down to where the dog was sat on the floor. The radio played, and seemed desperate to drag him down even as he tried to clamber back up, as they rotated through love song after love song, mixed with more melancholy hits. If not for the cat sleeping on him, he’d have turned it off.

Despite the whirring wheels of his mind, he found himself drifting off when the front door suddenly slammed.

“Snaf? Sorry I’m so late!”

Eugene’s voice echoed down the halls, but Snafu couldn’t bear to answer it.

“Snafu? You here?”

Delilah woke and looked at him, as if asking why he wasn’t responding, but he didn’t make a sound.

“Merriell?”

He listened as Eugene’s footsteps came up the stairs, then to the bedroom.

“Thought I heard music,” Eugene said as he opened the door. “What happened?”

Snafu shook his head. He loved Eugene, but as wonderful as it was to see him, he wanted nothing more than to be alone until he got over his feelings, the stupid frustration that told him to call Eugene on it, on getting home so late and missing dinners, on only having time for homework and friends but little for his husband. But Eugene hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wouldn’t be fair to yell and shout and fuss at him for doing what every other student was doing, trying to learn and work and live and balance it all.

“You’re crying,” Eugene said softly, and strode over to the bed, carefully moving the cats in way of his sitting next to Snafu. “Something happened. Tell me; I’m here to listen.”

Delilah purred as he lifted her to his shoulder and buried his face in her fur, hoping to hide the next burst of tears.

“Okay. I don’t know what this is about, and I want you to tell me, at some point. But if you aren’t ready yet, that’s okay. Tomorrow’s Saturday though, and I’ve got nowhere to be. No extra classwork, no study sessions, no extra hours at work. Thought maybe that would mean we could stay up a little together. Do some reading, or just sit and relax, whatever you might want. If you want,” Eugene said, gentle as anything, and it made the tears fall even harder.

“I gotta borrow your dad, Delilah,” Eugene continued as Snafu set her down beside him, and she meowed at the loss of lap. “Y’all come on down and join us if you want, okay?”

A few meows and a tiny woof from Ack Ack answered him as he turned off the radio, then led Snafu downstairs, and Snafu knew they’d probably stay put. It was late now, nearly eleven at night, and the pets had their routine they didn’t like to deviate from, especially for bed time. It would also mean they wouldn’t get their bed back for the night as the cats would take it over, but there was always the guest bedroom.

“How was your day?” Eugene practically chirped, as cheerful as the birds he loved watching, though the bags under his eyes told a different story, or at least screamed a need for a decent night of sleep.

“Okay.”

“Just okay? You get a full day off of work and it’s just okay?”

Snafu shrugged. “Made gumbo. Spent most of the day in the kitchen, ‘cept for headin’ out to the market for a few things.”

Eugene stopped and stared at him as they reached the living room. “That’s all?”

“I don’t know,” Snafu snapped in spite of himself. “I cooked, and I tried to clean some while the supper was simmering, and the damn back door knob was loose again so I fixed that, and I kept the cats and dog in their food and cuddles for the day, and cleaned up the litter boxes and Ack Ack’s corner of the backyard, and-”

He sighed, exasperated. “I kept busy. I don’t know what you want me to say. I know I’m not nearly as busy as you get, but I tried to make my day off something useful.”

Eugene took a deep breath, and Snafu braced himself. Eugene didn’t deserve that yelling, but he hadn’t been able to hold back, and he’d deserve whatever Eugene tossed back at him.

Instead, Eugene took his hand and kissed it. “I meant, did you do anything for you? Read something you like, listen to a good record? Hell, just take a nap?”

“Oh,” Snafu said, and shrugged. “No. I didn’t do any of that.”

“Sounds like we got stuff to do tomorrow then, to catch you up on some relaxin’,” Eugene smiled. “Come on. Come lay on the couch and be lazy with me.”

“It’s gonna be midnight before we know it,” Snafu said. “Not that I don’t want to, but you need to sleep-”

“There some law against fallin’ asleep on the couch with my man?”

Snafu grinned. “No, there isn’t.”

“Well then, I say we’ve got a reservation over here,” Eugene tugged gently on his hand, pulling him till they both fell back on the couch together, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I missed you today.”

The lump in his throat was back again, the tears threatening to fall again, his heart hurting again as they adjusted to lay more comfortably on the couch, and he tried to respond without his voice breaking. “Missed you too.”

“You gonna talk to me now?” Eugene murmured as they snuggled close. “C’mon. You know I’m not gonna let you sit all melancholy like y’are right now. Out with it.”

“…I shouldn’t be upset by it. Because it’s a good thing,” Snafu sighed.

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere!” Eugene’s voice rumbled in his chest, pressed as close as they were, his back to Eugene’s chest, Eugene’s arm draped over him. “But maybe this good thing isn’t good for you?”

“It’s good for someone I love, so it should be good for me too,” Snafu replied. “Because I love them, and I want good things for them.”

“Well that’s…good,” Eugene said, then chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean whatever this is couldn’t still upset you somehow. Can’t help how things make you feel, sometimes.”

“I know. But…”

“You can tell me what it is, you know that,” Eugene whispered.

“Alright. I…it’s been a little difficult. Without you home at night. Eatin’ dinners alone, goin’ to bed alone even some nights. And then when you do come home-”

Snafu cut himself off with a sigh and resisted the urge to turn and bury his face into Eugene’s chest, and not say anymore. “When you do, as much as I love hearing about your new friends, and I do, I really do, I swear it, sometimes it feels like that’s all we talk about, and then it’ll be so late it’s already time for bed and then the sun rises and we do it all over again and I miss you.”

He turned then, and focused on the beat of Eugene’s heart near his ear as he continued. “I’m proud of you in a way I can’t even put words to, because it just overwhelms me, you goin’ back to school and all. And I’m happy you’ve made friends, because you should! It’s good. But sometimes I miss that little bit of extra time we had, for just us. Even though I know that we’ll still find that time again, in one way or another, because things can’t stay the same forever, but gold still glitters even after you melt it down and make it into something new.”

Eugene was silent, and Snafu fought the urge to break away from him and run upstairs, to avoid the storm that his words were surely going to bring. Granted, Eugene had never been that way with him, but other lovers had in the past, and he never wanted to make Eugene that sort of upset, but if anything would…perhaps this would.

“God, Flea was right. I always tell him how mad I am that he’s the smartest asshole outta all of us in the classroom, and now I gotta tell him he was right again, and he’s smartest about things like this too.”

Snafu moved his face out of Eugene’s chest. “Things like this?”

“He told me tonight, that he could tell last time we were all hangin’ out together that you seemed like you felt left out, and that he couldn’t believe that the man I described to them could be the same as the quiet and sad-lookin’ man I’d brought with me that day. And I figured maybe you were just tired or had a rough day at work and I didn’t ask…and I should have asked. I’m sorry, Snaf.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Snafu said as he carefully moved Eugene’s arm and sat up. “I’m bein’ a damn fool over this. I’m a grown man, actin’ like a child because I’m not gettin’ enough attention.”

“No,” Eugene protested softly, and sat up so he was right beside him, their thighs touching and Eugene’s hand reaching for his. “You’re my husband, and you love me, and so you’ve been missin’ me and I didn’t notice, and that’s not right. I been watchin’ you go about your night after I get home, but I wasn’t paying any attention, and I should have been.”

“I gotta do the same for you,” Snafu said.

“You have been! Who else would listen to me blabber on and complain about school, talk for hours about the dumb shit those boys at school tell me? You’ve been lookin’ right at me, keepin’ your eyes trained on me to keep me feeling happy and loved, and I looked back but I looked right through you,” Eugene replied. “No more of that. I promise.”

The tears slipped down his face yet again before he could stop them, and he could hear Eugene’s soft sound of confusion as he closed his eyes and chuckled.

“Happy tears, I promise. I’ve never had anyone I was with react like this. I was waitin’ for yellin’ and carryin’ on, so this is,” Snafu shook his head and laughed. “This is so reassuring and wonderful and I…I just love you so damn much.”

Eugene’s arms wrapped around him, and held him tight. “I love you too, and I’m gonna show you just how much more often. Starting tonight.”

“I think you did just now,” Snafu said. “But if you’ve got something else in mind, you know I don’t often say no to you.”

“We’re gonna have to kick the cats off the bed for it,” Eugene smiled and kissed him softly.

“You mean pick them up and carry them into the guest room, and drag Ack Ack’s bed in there since he likes sleepin’ with ‘em so much?” Snafu asked against Eugene’s lips before kissing him back, letting his hand move to wrap around Eugene’s neck, a thumb caressing his cheek.

“Exactly,” Eugene said as they parted lips, foreheads still touching. “You ready for bed?”

“I am. Now that you’re here with me,” Snafu sighed, and held Eugene’s hand tight as they stood and headed for the stairs. He couldn’t believe he’d ever gotten so lucky, that the universe had given him so sweet a man.

But he was so happy to have him, to be his forever, and to know now more than ever, that Eugene was his always as well.

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impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz.- Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward.Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did comeback different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? -Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, weconstantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing anew helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have ourlatest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honeythat hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course.Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot.But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The samejob the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to knowthat bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us todeath? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! \"What's the difference?\" How can you saythat? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we onlyhave to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Whywould you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society onEarth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me oneexample. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. RoyalNectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! -Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, butsome don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You'resky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned.Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to bea Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I willsee in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you'rewearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It mustbe dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! Hehad a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thoughtI'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I canautograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hittinga sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us,but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate.What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well,there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same jobevery day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move itaround, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know,Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinkingof what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son'snot sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to befunny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be astirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything rightnow. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll piercemy thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and calleverybody \"dawg\"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! Allthe good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk,hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations!Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes,sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh,my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chanceof getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey'salways open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes anopening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead fromthe neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stuntbee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mitewrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflowerpatch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out?Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You'regonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's aKorean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid wesaw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got arain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always,watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reportsof root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! -That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking tohumans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind,check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scaredout of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel sofast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It'sgot a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pickup some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one.See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power.More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot ofbright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of theseflowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative.That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. Itsmells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a littlegrabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could bebad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position,rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tellhim? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, becauseyou're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! -Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won'tsting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tensionlevel out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly inrain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken,could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-outbrochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that?Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It'sfantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one?Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believewhat I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergicto them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does hislife have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value.You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm notscared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face couldpuff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right.Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. -You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta saysomething. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would Isay? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. Ican't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't.How should I start it? \"You like jazz?\" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi!I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'mdreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit ofa surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but theywere all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised.That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee istalking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to dothat? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. \"Mama, Dada, honey.\" You pick itup. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we haveto deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... Idon't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's justcoffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you wantrum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couplemicrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you knowanything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flyingup Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on.And he says, \"Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry awatermelon?\" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what areyou gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can'tdo it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to bea lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Ournew queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There'smy hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way!I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not?- It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah.Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...?Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well,then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... forbefore. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work.He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It wasamazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you werewith humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some ofthem. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. Yousaw whatever you wanted to see. You had your \"experience.\" Now you can pick out yourjoband be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?!Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. Iknow it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she?She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa.- Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're notdating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with powerwashers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understandsme. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was sostingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You knowwhat a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sitdown! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes,but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen tome! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee.Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You knowwhat your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It'sbeen three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about.What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make alittle honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry,I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be toolong. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respondto yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I'vegotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide?Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena?To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded byflowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. Allright, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you runeverywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze liveTV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horribledisease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It'susually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take awalk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy,lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's notbothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much ourlimit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. Whatin the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, RayLiotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people.We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Beesmake it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. Youneed a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?!Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools,hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting tothe bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, Iguess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted,box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking!Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought wewere friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir,have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is thehoney coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person!What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. Andnow they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead?They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am ontosomething huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'mgoing to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - Awiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everythinghave to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes!Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't killno more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tinyscreaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as faras the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. Imean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Notus, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You amosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! Atleast you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with amoth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me!Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'dcatch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one youwant. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine,all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and wemake the money. \"They make the honey, and we make the money\"? Oh, my! What's goingon? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fakewalls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man inwomen's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Beehoney. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anythingbears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are takingour honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These areobviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. -What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry!We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket oncein San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do withyour life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I rememberyou coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I rememberthat. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lipbalm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where itreally hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There'sonly one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive'sonly full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'mBob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue thehuman race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrownight on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing theirnew book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.Did you ever think, \"I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this\"? Bees have never been afraid tochange the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'dnever sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The beecommunity is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know,they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He lookslike you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes onthe bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They'rescary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. Intennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, herbackhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work goingon here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. -Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, Ibelieve. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. Butit's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two havebeen at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How manysugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees havegood qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are givingballoon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those justget me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate thosefake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make upfor it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through withit? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, \"Honey, I'm home,\"without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where theworld anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if ahoneybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? Ican't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollarmultinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind thebarricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team.You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oasenumber 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now insession. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? Aprivilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, YourHonor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladiesand gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, shebelieved it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. Ifwe lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. Iwould have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How dowe know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? Theycould be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could beon steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinarybee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it.And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who thinkthey can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'llsee how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! Iwish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. KlaussVanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - Icouldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, itseems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're verylovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees!How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spittingout your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for beinghere. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called ThePolice. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. Andso here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothingmore than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not hisreal name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guestspot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishlyhandsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don'thave to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now!This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and wecan all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr.Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think thejury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to agreat team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, Iwas just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I calledBarry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah,heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the gamemyself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was lookingat your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill.You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We havethat in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking thecrud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for hisfuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look atthat. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - ItalianVogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why isyour life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think somethingstinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much.Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues!Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl isgnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don'teven like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to bethe nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are thereother bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one ofthem! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotionalroller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! Ialways felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh,well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would liketo call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's consideredone of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it'sgonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remindthem of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only tolosing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. Whatexactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good?Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a beedocumentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the beechildren? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Holdme back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'alldate your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what hewants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursingthrough my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can'ttreat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's theirway! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward tosuck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order,please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against thebees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. -Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. Whatmatters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got itfrom the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. Whatwas it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and thenecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. Whatwere we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humansdo to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound sobad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to closethat window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don'tsmoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed.I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. Andassuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, YourHonor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to flyhaphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny storyabout... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuabletime? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They havepresented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who runlegitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'mafraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have aterrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it,Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a beesmoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee.Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, \"Smoking or non?\" Is thiswhat nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-madewooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What arewe gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free thesebees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The courtfinds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK!You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson.You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who areyou wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right?- What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years.Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand acomplete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours tobegin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anythingmore than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in thewoods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine.And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stagename! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr.Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need toshut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop makinghoney! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production!Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn'tbelieve how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? -Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleepingin. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got ourhoney back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's thegreatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. Thiswas my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand whythey're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing.Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What didyou want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my.They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is?You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing tomake honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all needbees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animalkingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it couldall just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact?How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen,Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa?Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade inPasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the lastchance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn outlike this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses.Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees,pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down?Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault.Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made itworse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But Ihave another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it!All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flowerbud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. -Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security willbe tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am.Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about ThePrincess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. -Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under themattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! Thiswhole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then allwe do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's nostopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in yourpossession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part ofme. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enoughpollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to dothe job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott.We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay.Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talkto them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talkinginflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? -Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'man attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This isyour captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And pleasehurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One'sbald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one'sflying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome.I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Notgood. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who'sthat? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than abig metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't JohnTravolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning.This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspensefulscene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting toland a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! Wehave a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flightexperience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson andhis no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope?Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heardthis a million times? \"The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.\" - Get thison the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you.Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a smalljob. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone.That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not madeof Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover?- Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, Ithink we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And nowwe're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move itout! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of theplane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentratewith that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa,pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - Yousnap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it!- You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don'tknow. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! Theydo get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on theblacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. Yougot to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinkingbee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinkingbee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinkingbee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in onbee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower!Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - Thatflower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giantpulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. -This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is thisplane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Fullreverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry,it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw theflower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway iscovered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That meansthis is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress likethis. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we goingto be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then followme! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! Andit's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees areback! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working latetonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you likesome honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'msorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you.Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is.Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee,my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry,everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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Congratulations, Jenn! You have been accepted for the role of Wendy Taylor (FC: Mary Louise Parker). Wow. What can we even say? You have brought Wendy a depth that we truly had not even envisaged. There were glimpses in her biography, but you have enhanced them and exampled how complex and nuanced she really is. The fact that she is a closeted lesbian makes a lot of sense, and I think exploring the notion of compulsive heterosexuality and her late relationship with Charlie will be a fantastic writing challenge - one we have no doubt you’ll pull off with aplomb. Your headcanons are extensive and beautifully written. This is a truly fantastic application. Thank you for writing her! Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Jenn Age: 27 Pronouns: She/her Timezone: EST Activity estimation: I have a full-time job, but I can be around on weeknights and through the weekend! I can confidently approximate my activity at a few replies per week. Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Wendy Marie Taylor Age (DD/MM/YYY): Fifty years old (09 October 1946) – Libra sun, Cancer moon Gender: Cis female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Lesbian, though she will assert she is Straight Occupation: Regional Manager, Great Lakes Cup Company Connection to Victim: Linda Goode is one of the moms. Even if her own daughter has been grown for a decade plus, Wendy feels connected to the other mothers in Devil’s Knot because motherhood is so important to her. When Linda first moved into town, Wendy was drawn to her bright-eyed enthusiasm. They talk after church about their children, and Wendy gives some gentle advice when she can. They’re friendly, if not friends. Linda’s optimism in the face of a mother’s worst nightmare has only bolstered Wendy’s desire to know her better. She remembers what Sandy was like when Pete disappeared. Linda’s going to need all the help she can get. Alibi: Wendy spent the morning at home, going through her closets for things she could sell at her upcoming yard sale. One of the skirts she’d set aside – an old favorite – had a broken zipper, so she brought it to Aisha around 1pm to see if her sister-in-law could mend it. She got so wrapped up in playing with her nephew and talking to her family that she stayed for dinner, and didn’t come home until 7:30pm, at which point she ran a bath, read a few chapters of her book club book, and fell asleep. Faceclaim: I was approved for Mary Louise Parker! :) Other alternate faceclaim ideas (not proposed to y’all) are Winona Ryder and Marisa Tomei.

WRITING SAMPLE

The waiting really wasn’t so bad. At 11:15, the pie went in; by 11:30, the whole downstairs smelled like peaches and cinnamon, even all the way back in the laundry room where the dryer-sheet scent never left. This was what Heaven smelled like, to her. This was her Heaven, right here in Formica and linoleum. She closed her eyes to take it in. Sense is everything. That’s what Pastor Jeff had told her, last time they spoke one-on-one. She’d been struggling to stay grounded, with all the background noise starting up again: another missing boy, another swing to the slumbering hornets’ nest. She could feel the buzzing in her sleep, she said. Thank God for God. He made the world for us, Pastor Jeff told her, and we take it for granted. There are little blessings everywhere. All we have to do is open to receive.

Wendy pressed her shoulders against the back of the chair, imagining a coat hanger strung through her spine and then straightened just so. The birds were quietly tittering in the trees outside. The sky, she imagined, was blue. She wanted to believe that it was.

Her egg timer ticked. She could hear it better with her eyes closed. Sometimes she thought the insides of her eyelids looked like one of those abstract paintings that’re just colors and drips, chaos on a canvas. Like the blood splatter patterns. The photos Charlie pored over. You weren’t supposed to see that, he always said – but what did he know about supposed to? What did he know about her? He had heavy hands and a weak heart, and he–well, he–

Fuck him, she thought.

She opened her eyes. Some words taste sour on your tongue and some don’t taste like anything at all. By the refrigerator, Buddy flattened out on the floor, his head resting on his paws – Wendy hadn’t even noticed him come in. She reached for him with fingers caked in flour and dough. “C’mere, Bud,” she said, softly. “C’mon.” It took him a few seconds to stand; for those couple of breaths, she was sure he’d heard her curse. Then he was walking over, and exhaling, and nudging against her to make room for himself at her feet. “Hey, baby. How you doin’, huh?” She rubbed her hand through the fur at the top of his scalp. He didn’t react. “Oh, you’re mad at me now, ‘s that it?” Buddy was as much Charlie’s as he was hers or Jenny’s, but that’s what happens when you leave: you don’t get to claim ownership anymore.

Wendy let her breath come out her nose in one long stream. She used the heel of her palm to brush loose hair off her forehead; her hands were a mess. “Fine,” she said. She stood. She had Jenny’s number memorized by now, but she still grabbed her contact notebook and double-checked as she dialed. The answering machine picked it up. “Hey, honey, it’s Mom. I’m gonna be taking a pie over to the Goodes in an hour or so. I’d love some company.” She glanced at the hanging clock. 11:50. ”No pressure,” she added. “Just call me back before 1.” Wendy tightened her grip on the phone, readying herself to hang up – but her hand didn’t move. Her sigh went right into the mouthpiece, loud and clear. “And–maybe… if you haven’t yet, maybe call your dad, too. Just to–just to make sure he’s okay.” Okay. “Okay. I love you. Talk soon.” There were still 20 minutes left in the oven. They couldn’t pass quickly enough.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Here is my Pinterest board for Wendy!

Wendy is a lesbian. Used to be. Wendy used to be a lesbian – and God, even the word is ugly, isn’t it? Lesbian, like the name of another species, something grey-skinned and hairless crawling out of a crater. She outgrew it when she grew up. There were thoughts, and dreams, and wishes and whims, and when she was younger there were girls her age who stopped her breathing just by touching her – but that was frivolity, that’s all. She can be so frivolous sometimes. If it weren’t for her Daddy’s looking out for her, she might’ve lit her life on fire years ago just ‘cause she liked to watch the sparks.

No one’s ever hurt her worse than Charlie Taylor did. Would you believe she really loved that son of a bitch? Being a housewife felt about as natural as waxing her leg hair off, but she did it for him – and, like waxing, it hurt less over time. Sweet, serious Charlie. He’d been impressive to her long before the Sheriff’s badge: just a kid at 20 when they’d first met, and even then there’d been something steady about him. Something safe. And as they got older, they got older together, and they got married together, and they had their daughter together. It didn’t matter who they were in the dark, because they were a family together, a whole of sums, a house united. That’s what kept Wendy from leaving, all those years ago, back when she could’ve left him. They had made something together. Even when things were bad, they were still warm like a burnt-up dinner, bitter but still hearty all the same. She couldn’t spit in the face of a home-cooked home. Guess Charlie wasn’t burdened with the same sense of sacrifice, though, ‘cause he gave it all up to be himself. As if she hadn’t bit her tongue for him. As if she hadn’t swallowed blood.

When she was younger, Wendy’s lifelong dream was to climb the tallest tree in Devil’s Knot. Up by the river, where Ely Street met North State and the water folded over the rocks underneath – right there, that one, the one that stretched bare and empty on top like it was just made for a Christmas tree angel to sit. It didn’t matter that there were taller trees by the Campgrounds; she claimed that one back in elementary school, pointing and shielding her face from the sun. She practiced on the trees in her front yard. Her legs still show the scars where sharp bark and misplaced foot-holds left their marks. Wendy’s mom used to patch her up quietly in the bathroom after she fell off, be it bike or branch, and now when she tries to remember her mother, she thinks of how they’d wince together when the iodine hit her skin. Her mother, watching Wendy’s face and sucking in her own breath through her teeth like she could feel it, too. Like it hurt her to hurt her, no matter how small the pain.

It was never her lifelong dream to work for Great Lakes Cups, that’s for sure – but she really does like it well enough. She’s the franchise’s first female regional manager in Michigan, if you’ll believe that. Her! Wendy Taylor! Sometimes, when she’s feeling particularly scatter-brained and stupid, she’ll remind herself to look at the little name-plate they put on the wall outside her door. If she can run a whole office of a consumer products manufacturing company, then she can do just about anything. And if there’s anything she can’t do – well, she’s got her Daddy to help guide her halfway to home. No one was happier for her than him when she got the promotion. Not even Charlie, who by then was already her ex on barely-speaking terms, divorce papers pending. Her Daddy has been her biggest supporter, coach, and strategist for longer than she cares to remember. She can see that now. No matter how many times she doubts him, it’s only the toughest love that gets people to change. She wouldn’t be who she is without his.

Wendy always knew she wanted kids. Charlie wanted them too, and when they had Jenny, everything changed all at once. It was like another version of herself had been growing in her, too, right there in the womb next to her daughter. She gave birth to both of them. She saw it. She knows it’s crazy, but she saw it – and it wasn’t a hallucination, either. Pastor Jeff’s on her side. He says that the Creator has His ways of showing people what plans He has in store. After years of fighting and flailing and keeping God out of her heart, Wendy is finally ready to listen.

#dkaccepted #accepted #new rp #original rp #dark rp #wendy taylor

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thinkyoureholy · 6 years

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Your Name Remains The Same [2]

[a/n: ah I know y’all waited for this patiently and I didn’t want to make you wait any longer. I’m really excited for you guys to read this I have so many things planned aahh y’all aren’t ready. Imma stop rambling and let y’all get to it]

[WARNING: This chapter does contain mentions of guns, a knife, and a self inflicted injury]

Pairing: Park Chanyeol/ [Fem] Reader

Genre: Angst, future fluff, maybe smut, some violence, Mafia! AU

Words: 1.9k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

Panting heavily I looked around the room, my throat sore from yelling after Chanyeol. I noticed no cameras in the room, taking this as my chance to break free from my restraints. Biting down on the inside of my cheek I sucked in a deep breath, groaning at the pain coming from my hand as I dislocated my thumb. Feeling a tear slide down my face at the pain, slipping my hand out of the bindings, popping the bone in my thumb back in place. The adrenaline rushing through my body made the pain a bit more bearable as I rushed to undo the rope around my ankles. Getting up I quickly but quietly made my way over to the desk, thinking that this had to be Chanyeol’s office. I sighed in relief when I saw the dagger in the drawer, looking over at the clock on the wall, cursing to myself as I realized I had to stall for awhile longer.

-3 Months Ago-

“Y/N, meeting in five.” One of my coworkers called out to me.

I got up from my seat with a sigh, stretching slightly before walking over to the meeting room. Once there I could see all the other big shots workers in the room, the best we had to offer in fact. Seeing them all in the same room let me know how serious this meeting was, our boss standing at the front of the room.

“I called you all here because you’re the best detectives we have at our disposal, the best of the best if you will.” He paused for a second, his eyes roaming over the room, “There’s been a rise in crimes over the past year or so as I’m sure most of you are aware of. It’s gotten more and more severe in the last few weeks, burglaries turning into homicides, kidnappings that end with victims found dead with evidence of torture. Seeing as how multiple cases take place at the same time it leads us to believe a certain group of individuals are behind these crimes.”

“So we’re dealing with a gang?” Detective Lee asked, evaluating the folder that was placed in front of him.

I looked down at my own folder, going through the information. I furrowed my brows at the way these crimes were committed, “This is too sophisticated to be done by a lowly gang. They even displayed the bodies a certain way.”

“What else could this be then?” Detective Yoo asked, her eyes glued to the crime scene photos.

“Any suspects yet? We gotta have at least one person of interest.” Detective Min said.

“Nine actually. They seem to be very open with committing these crimes. They blatantly show their faces to any camera nearby.” The sergeant, our boss, explained.

He pressed a button on the little remote he had in his hands, the projector turning on and displaying nine faces. My eyes scanned through all of them, the color draining from my face as I recognized a few but one stood out the most.

“Sir...are you sure these are the men behind it?” I asked, having a hard time believing it.

“We have evidence collected from the crime scenes and various cameras captured them on tape. They’re very reckless but something tells me they don’t care about keeping their identities hidden, it’s almost like they’re taunting us.”

“I know them…”

At that everybody turned to look at me with wide eyes, “I...I went to high school with three of them...I even dated one.”

“Which one?” The sergeant asked carefully.

“Park Chanyeol….we broke up five years ago. Those two are his best friends.” I answered, pointing to Baekhyun and Jongdae.

After that day we collected all the intel we could on all nine of them. As the investigation continued I realized that after Chanyeol and I broke up he fell off the wagon so to speak. He had been arrested for possession of a deathly weapon, burglary, assault, you name it, but every time he was arrested he was acquitted or the one pressing charges would suddenly drop them. With more digging we found out he was their leader, an informant letting us know that in just three short years Chanyeol had become of the most notorious mafia leader in the country.

It was no coincidence that I ran into Chanyeol on that day, we had it all planned out from the get-go. We had been tracking his movements for weeks, finding out that Chanyeol visited that very café at least four times a week. I had two other detectives in the café with me and three more outside in case anything went wrong. I knew that if Chanyeol saw me he would immediately start up a conversation; that was based on the assumption that the Chanyeol I once knew was still somewhere buried deep inside this new Chanyeol.

Snapping out of my thoughts I tiptoed over to the door, pressing my ear against it. I heard nothing on the other side but I knew there was at least one of them standing guard. I glance back at the clock; ten more minutes left. I had to keep up the act for another ten minutes until the rest of my team got here. Looking down at the necklace I was wearing I turned it over to see the small red light had turned blue, indicating that they were actually a lot closer than I thought.

Suddenly I heard loud footsteps approaching the room causing me to panic for a split second. I sat back in the chair quickly, wrapping the rope around my ankles loosely and doing the same with the rope that was around my wrists. I had just enough time to hide the dagger up my sleeve before Chanyeol bursts through the door.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to.” He seethed, his voice dropping several octaves.

“W-what?” I asked, make sure I let him hear the fear in my voice, or at least make him think it was fear.

“I just sent two of my guys to your place and there’s no one there.”

“N-no that--he has to be there. He was there when I left! Chan...our--our son-” I panicked, really letting the thought of my son going missing fester in my brain so the emotions seemed more real, “You--you have to find him, Chan. H-He’s all I have. My baby...my baby boy. Chan p-please you have to f-find my baby boy.”

I was sobbing at this point, really selling it and he bought it. He crouched down in front of me, grabbing my face in both his hands, “Hey, hey y/n it’s alright. It’s okay-”

“No it’s not! My son is missing!” I cried out, choking on a sob.

“Chanyeol we have a problem.” One of guys he had on watch outside the door said.

“It can wait.” Chanyeol said back through gritted teeth, turning his head to look at the man.

I looked up at the man, recognizing him as Kim Jongdae, the man I knew in high school. He refused to meet my gaze as he looked only at Chanyeol.

“It’s the feds.” Jongdae said, unaware that I was the reason they had found where they were hiding.

I could vaguely hear yelling coming from a different level in the house, Chanyeol’s attention diverting to that. I took the opportunity and slid the dagger out of my sleeve, bringing it up to Chanyeol’s neck. At the feeling of the cold piece of metal on his skin he turned back to look at me with wide eyes. I was no longer crying, my face void of any and all emotions as I spoke.

“Get up.”

“Y/n what-”

“I said get up!” I shouted, grabbing the scruff of his shirt and pulling him up as I got up as well.

I heard Jongdae make a move, quickly turning Chanyeol around so he was facing Jongdae. Putting the knife up against Chanyeol’s neck from behind and using him as a human shield.

“Don’t.” Chanyeol warned Jongdae, “Hurt her and I’ll end you.” He threatened him, Jongdae hesitating and putting down the gun he had pulled out.

“Go and help the others, I’ll deal with her.” Chanyeol ordered, Jongdae doing as he said.

“Oh so you’ll deal with me then?”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ll do more than just deal with you. Now, why don’t you put that knife down and we can talk about everything.”

I scoffed, kicking at the back of his knees, forcing him to kneel, “I don’t think so. Put your hands behind your back.”

Now it was his turn to scoff, a mocking smirk on his face, “I don’t remember you being this kinky Y/n.”

All the patience I had left in my body evaporated as I lent down so I could whisper in his ear, “Do it or else I’ll make sure they give you the death penalty instead of just a life sentence.”

With a tilt of his head he did as told. I pressed the knife against his throat with more force but not even to draw blood, “Try anything and you’ll drop dead before you even have time to realize what’s going on.”

He simply sighed, shrugging his shoulders. I knelt down and grabbed the rope that was once tied around my ankles, using it to tie his hands together, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

“Wow, my Y/N sure has changed in just a short five years.” He spoke out, a smirk undoubtedly on his face.

“You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I just read to you? With this in mind, do you wish to speak with me?” I stated, ignoring him and reciting his Miranda Rights to him.

He only laughed at this, his body shake as burst of laughter left him. This irritated me immensely, grabbing onto his bicep and lifting him off the ground, “I take it you’re going to exercise your right to remain silent.”

“Actually, no. I do have something to say.”

“I’m all ears.” I said with a sigh.

He turned around to face me, the smirk still on his face, “You really think I didn’t know? My sweet and innocent Y/N has become Seoul’s best detective and you think I had no idea?” He laughed, throwing his head back as he continued to laugh hysterically.

“I didn’t become the most notorious mafia leader in the country to be bested this easily.”

I kept my face blank, refusing to show how taken aback I was by his words. Before I had the chance to say anything I felt something being pressed to the back of my hand, my body tensing up as I could only guess what it could be.

“Drop the knife.”

I cursed softly, doing as told and raising my hands above my head and turning around slowly to face the owner of the voice.

“It’s nice to finally see you after all these years. I’d really love to talk but I’m afraid Chanyeol and I have a prior engagement to attend to.” Baekhyun said, reaching out to tug Chanyeol towards him and untied the rope around his wrist.

“Did the others get out?” Chanyeol immediately asked.

Baekhyun nodded, Chanyeol turning to me one last time before walking right out the door with Baekhyun following him.

“He knew…” I said to myself, feeling defeated knowing that all the work we put in capturing them had gone to waste.

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wannawrite · 6 years

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The Royals - KD [ pt.2 ]

who?: Wanna One’s Kang Daniel

genre: 🌺🌸

type: bullet point

TW: violence, guns - GUN! CONTROL!, profanity

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part two \ two

one

mafia! AU

you’ve always known he could break bones, but you never thought Kang Daniel was capable of breaking your heart

concludes daniel’s story! sorry this literally took a decade to upload, hope y’all ain’t starved

- Admin L

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

time went on as usual

eventually, you announced to your friends and family that you and Daniel were no longer a thing

it was tragic sad

at least your friends never left your side through the thick and thin

JooE even offered to throw away the painting she had painted but you insisted she keep it

you avoided him as much as you could at school

not much because he was literally EVERYWHERE

last time, you appreciated the fact you too had so many clashing classes and lunch slots...

now they just were more opportunities for the dagger lodged in your chest to sink deeper

• thankfully, Daniel didn’t shoot a sad puppy dog look or a cheery smile because you would hAVE CRACKED INTO PIECES AND GOTTEN BACK WITH HIM YEAH

whipped

whipped enough for you to still congratulate him on graduation day and made that a final goodbye to your ex-boyfriend

okay maybe you were just a courteous person

you wondered how his mafia was doing

how was Jeon Somi? what was Ong Seongwoo up to?

after a short two days of staying at Somi’s apartment - she got you out of the wrecked Kang mansion - you grew attached to her and considered her your friend

however, you only managed to get her KakaoTalk and due to her busy schedule, she almost never replied to your messages

in a sense, you missed out on the exciting mafia lifestyle

but better safe than sorry right? especially when dealing with the law

some people just weren’t cut out to be part of organised crime associations

sometimes...whenever you let your mind wander, it would take you to an alternate universe where you had stayed with Daniel

here Daniel had accepted your help and stuck with you

a world where you too held the mark of a royal - a tattooed crown

you would be one of them

and it would be you and Daniel. Both of you missions together, going up against NCT, fighting side by side

mundane school life thrown into the wind, caution tossed far away

you could be travelling all over the globe with the love of your life, tracking down NCT members and claiming heists

that could’ve been your new life

but it wasn’t

and Daniel wasn’t involved in your current...that bit kind of sucked the most if you were completely honest

...you wanted him, and all of his dark secrets

haha but you had neither

strangely, life seemed well enough for you to forget the majority of the details, only remembering the important parts

life goes on

people move on

so why the hell was there a bitter aftertaste on the tip of your tongue when you saw a post on IG with Daniel in it

he seemed to be posing with close friends, pulling candid faces

who tf are they and why do I still follow them

@kinghwan

uhhh Kim Jaehwan from that one Christmas part from 3 years ago?

it was more of your cousin’s party, which is why you only knew your family there

you think you only followed him because he followed you?

how does he know Daniel?

why is Daniel so important to him that he must appear in one of the three pictures on his feed

+ Jaehwan has a lot of followers 14k...they’ll all be seeing Daniel

WHAT THE HELL

...those kinds of things happened occasionally

look that dumb prick went drinking again and he spent money on a bitter Hite can

stupid...I bet he couldn’t even walk into his house that night

wait, why do I still care?

graduation was the last incident you had seen him face to face

surprisingly, he disappeared right after school had ended, as if he vanished from the face of the earth

perhaps it was another Kang Daniel effect

at least he was gone

that part helped your brain to more or less erase a small chunk of your memories of him

you just hoped he wasn’t gone for good

anyway

you drew out your own map, paved your own path, created an individual route in life

did whatever the hell you wanted to do

whatever deemed morally and lawfully correct that is

be good children okay

whenever you could, you worked as a flight attendant on one of the country’s top airlines to fund your college tuition

the stack law school fees weren’t going to pay themselves

not to be nsfw but here I am organising baguettes on a jet powered by dinosaur bones, flying through clouds

‘WE HAVE 2 MINUTES BEFORE BOARDING STARTS. WHERE ARE THE BREAD TRAYS.’

keep :) calm :))

I’m sure everyone is familiar with how boarding a plane works

you’re checking people’s boarding passes as they march into the aircraft

some of the names start ringing bells into your head

fire alarm bells

Kim Jaehwan

Kim Chungha

Ong Seongwoo

Kim Sohye

WAIT

AS IN THE ONG SEONGWOO FROM FOUR YEARS AGO

THE KIM JAEHWAN FROM THREE YEARS AGO

they’re dressed like ordinary passengers, but black masks hide the bottom half of their face

is Seongwoo wearing circle lenses?

why the hell are they flying economy when they have 11 private jets?

just what are The Royals up to now

f o u r years ago...it was about trying to salvage Daniel’s relationship with you, protecting you two from NCT

what are they doing now?

The Royals: Where are they now? not clickbait

a heist? an ambush attack? meeting with dealers? meeting with NCT? or had their enemy changed?

dealers as in firearm and car dealers...not drugs

don’t do drugs kids

and don’t buy illegal firearms or cars, you’ll end up in jail

just don’t do illegal things

a small fraction of your heart began to beat wildly once again

this was the first time you had such a close encounter with people you thought had been left in your past

a brief look of recognition crossed Seongwoo’s eyes when his gaze fell on you but he pressed his lips together and continued moving down the aisle

great...just fantastic, the whole gang of them are sitting in the rows I’m in charge of in

do! not! crack! now!

Jaehwan couldn’t possibly remember me because he spent the whole party with my cousins and ended up drunk playing the piano

Seongwoo would’ve shown some sort of response if he remembered

so, I’m just another flight attendant

good

nothing’s gonna happen

even with that phrase chanting in your head, your hands still shook and heat still scorched the back of your neck

you simply could not stop yourself from observing them, your eyes rarely left the four faces

so much so you almost dropped an entire tray of drinks on another passenger

finally, after serving the passengers’ lunch, you got a chance to catch your breath

‘tired?’ your colleague asked you as she fanned her face, trying to stall the melting of her makeup

‘definitely, work never stops,’ you replied with a chuckle

you wondered why she was pulling a weird face and gesturing to ‘turn around’

when you did, you nearly smacked into a girl who bore a black mask

• your co-worker stepped out of the pantry, closing the thick purple curtain behind her

‘how can I he-‘

it all happened in one fluid motion

the girl’s hand curled around your throat, your body slammed into the cabinet-lined walls, a gust of breath leaving your lungs

‘who sent you to keep watching us?’ she snarled, ripping away her black mask

‘I-I...’ well, what on earth were you going to say? she wouldn’t believe me anyway

‘don’t test my patience. I won’t spare a second in stopping your air supply.’ There was a furious glint in her eyes, but you had seen this look before

it was the look Daniel gave you when he broke up with you

it wasn’t out of pure aggression or force, she just wanted to protect her friends

he just wanted to protect you

maybe himself too

a bit too late to understand now....

oxygen was rapidly dwindling in your bloodstream and your head began to throb

the sound of metal scraping metal and the curtain being pulled open called you back to consciousness

‘sohye! want the hell are you doing?’

Seongwoo?

he yanked the girl - supposedly

Sohye - off you, allowing you to heave deep breath

Seongwoo restrained her from you, ignoring her attempts to break free. ‘Calm down! It’s them. They...they’re Daniel’s ex.’

she froze in her spot, like a deer caught in the headlights

wow who knew being Daniel’s ex was such a big deal

who knew it would get me killed?

‘I-I t-thought NCT sent them. We have no clue who to trust nowadays; NCT has spies everywhere!’ Sohye hissed in a hushed tone

Seongwoo nodded understandingly, his eyes darting around to ensure the three of you weren’t being watched

he turned to face you

‘I need you to come with us.’

your brows knitted together, puzzled, not quite making sense of what he was trying to tell you

I’m not a Royal? I haven’t seen one in 4 years

‘This plane is headed to Dubai right now. There, a jet is waiting to take us to London,’ Sohye explained

clog wheels began churning rapidly in your head, trying to understand what they were saying

‘We’re going to see Daniel.’

blood coursing through your veins froze, your eyes went round like hard candy, everything around you seemed to stand still

Kang Daniel, it’s been more than four years since I’ve seen you

I never imagined that our first meeting would be like this

‘how the hell do you expect me to get out of my job?’ you retorted to the four gang members. ‘I’m due the next flight back to Seoul.’

Chungha let out a chuckle. ‘We’ve got connections. I bet someone is already filling your spot.’

The Royals were powerful enough to let your strict boss let you off so easily

ridiculous

you took a glance at your small overnight luggage and back at the Royalty

deep breaths

think about it...it’s now or never

‘okay, let’s go.’

Seongwoo grinned, he grabbed the handle of your luggage. ‘Woojin is waiting in the jet for us.’

...hmm...don’t think my chances of escape were high anyway

Kang Daniel is one rich prick

I love him

you just like his private jet

who wouldn’t fall in love with the jet that had polished wood floors, plush calf leather seats and a seemingly unlimited supply of food and beverages

there were even private bedrooms for night flights

luxurious

Jaehwan heaved a deep sigh of relief when the plane wheels left the tarmac runway

he looked like he was just pale of fainting

‘NCT was watching us. I could feel their eyes on me. Those young kids Jisung and Chenle are unbelievably sneaky.’

• is anyone else shook by how drastically nct dream has changed bc me

‘wait, NCT was around this whole time?’ you asked, chewing the inside of your lips nervously

‘yeah, they’ve gotten wind of you and more information. Some weird idea of Taeyong’s decided that you were a threat and needed to be eliminated too,’ Chungha spoke up

‘our mission was to take you to HQ in London, where there are fewer NCT associates. Somi sent us.’

‘Daniel doesn’t know......’

wonderful, I’m going to give him the surprise of a lifetime

‘And I had no idea what you looked like until today, sorry I tried to kill you just now.’ Sohye apologised, smiling sheepishly

you wondered if it was a common saying among The Royals

‘how’s Daniel?’ you blurted out, unable to keep your curiosity at bay. A warm blush suffused into your cheeks

the four members snickered with knowing smirks on their faces

‘He’ll be pleasantly surprised to see you in person. I’m sick of him staring at polaroids in his wallet all day.’

it was safe to say that made your blush redder than a tomato and butterflies erupt in your stomach

uh those butterflies morphed into blood sucking leeches by the time you found yourself packed away into a limousine and on the way to The Royals London HQ

why London? did they expand so wide internationally?

you just had too many questions

Daniel...Daniel...Daniel...Daniel was the keyword that chanted in your brain

the HQ was a very low-key building, unlike the lavish apartment complex in Korea

till smack in the middle of the busiest centre of the city

it seemed like a classic office building, just extremely well-guarded

you figured there weren’t many Royals wandering around London

‘c’mon, this way,’ Jaehwan whispered, leading the whole gang - now inclusive of Woojin, the pilot - through an entrance, easily passing by security. ‘Daniel isn’t around-‘

‘well, well,’ a voice called out

h i m

i miss him

i miss that voice so much, but I never thought anxiety would arise when he called out to us

‘h-hyung...’

Daniel’s steely eyes bore into yours, his gaze had changed, his overall appearance had gone through a massive transformation

though, you swear those liquid brown orbs softened when he recognised who you were

‘you brought them here? who is responsible for this?’ Daniel growled out through clenched teeth

before anyone could open their mouth to respond, you voiced out, ‘It was me.’

everyone’s eyes were on you, revealing their true shock

‘I-I contacted Seongwoo after many years of searching...and then I begged him to intercept my Dubai flight to take me here because...because I knew you would be here,’ you fibbed, hoping it was believable at least for a second

you answered all his unspoken questions. ‘I missed you, Daniel. Is that such a crime?’

a huff came from his devilish lips, he gestured for you to follow him as the others retreated

Daniel lead you into a study on the far side of the building, the pristine floor-length glass windows offered a fantastic view of the city below

his expensive taste was evident from the fabulous art pieces that decorated the walls, the sparkling dark mahogany furniture and a knitted couch

suddenly, you felt Daniel’s arms snake around your waist, his soft lips came onto yours, deepening the kiss with urgency

‘I’ve been wanting to do that for forever,’ he muttered against your lips after pulling away to catch his breath

he continued before you could say a word. ‘I was absolutely furious when I heard about Somi’s mission. All I wanted was to keep you safe, but here I was doing the exact opposite.’

huh? not a single NCT member could come to your mind just pondering about it?

Daniel shot you an unamused yet worried look

‘did you really think Lucas was a nice guy from church? he’s the biggest sinner I’ve ever encountered.’ The surety in Daniel’s voice was alarming

‘...which is why you’re here now...and I kissed you...’

you want to yell at him, shred his expensive paintings and throw marble statues at him

but you can’t

‘you were a real bastard for leaving me four years ago,’ you spit, meaning every single word. ‘Don’t think I’m going to waltz right into your arms again.’

not that you want to hurt him, you just want him to realise what he’s done wrong

okay yeah maybe you do want Daniel to regret leaving you in the dust

‘I know. I’m sorry I was a such a coward, I was wrong.’

the very tips of his ears begin to go red as he takes a step away from you, backing straight into his desk

only two picture frames sit on the tabletop, one of them of his elite unit and the other frame held a picture of him and you

if NCT broke in, they would get every single bit of information without trying too hard

I suppose that’s why there are guards patrolling EVERYWHERE

Daniel’s shock towards your next words was clearly written all over him

ah yes he knocked over his laptop

‘it’s okay, I understand. I would’ve done the same if I was in that position. That doesn’t excuse the fact I’m still hurt and upset over that incident but we grow up and mature, I think we don’t have to be petty about it.’

internally, a conflict was stirring but being the mature person you are, you were willing to get Daniel back as a friend

hopefully, you won’t be s w o o n i n g into his hold after 2 seconds

Daniel perked up immediately, his eyes glazed over dreamily. ‘Serious?’

‘woah lover boy, I’m not going to be kissing your lips again!’ you hurl with a playful - almost flirty - chuckle. ‘I’m saying we can be friends.’

we all know what happens from here onwards

‘reeeeaaallllyyyy?’ Daniel drawls out, flashing an enchanting smile. He sweeps you off your feet, planting you on the desk

your heart begins to pound as he leans in, lips barely brushing your earlobes

‘you’re so certain about that, aren’t you?’

face is pink

Daniel is too cheesy

avoiding his alluring moves is hard work but you still try your best

‘yes, of course, I am.’

he pouts sulkily like the young teenager you recall him to be

‘fine then. want to grab dinner together?’

the offer is extremely tempting but you know you’ll fall in DEEP

‘daniel...I really shouldn’t’

‘what? two friends can’t eat dinner together? that’s a tad bit unfair, don’t you think?’ Daniel points out, furrowing his brow. His eyes say he’s won it all

how bad could this be?

very

how long am I going to live for?

better, how long will Daniel stay with me?

‘okay then,’ you agree, seemingly nonchalant while your heartbeat speeds up. ‘Pick a place and tell me the dress code. After, we have to talk about this whole NCT thing.’

he nods too excitedly, unable to contain his enthusiasm

anticipation

the WANT to go on a date with Daniel again arises after years of suppression

a fresh start

saving the story from the very end is the best beginning

perhaps, Daniel was still the guy who held that special place in your heart

even though he messed up a few years back, nothing could be worse than living unforgiven

too merciful to leave him in misery

I won’t live regretting my actions anymore

I just hope that...Daniel was lying when he said he didn’t love me

if not I’m calling Somi and we’re getting out of here lol

I’ve a l w a y s loved them, I should never have pushed them away

‘just wait and see, being in love gets you places.’

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