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amintyworld · 4 years

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A Pirate’s Wedding - Sanders Sides Mer AU

A/N: Hey guys! Minty here with another fanfic inspired off of @voidsides‘s Mer AU. They are so utterly amazing and talented and if you like mermaids and pirates, you should definitely check it out on their blog! Thanks for letting me write this, Void! Hope you enjoy! - Minty

Summary: It’s Logan’s and Patton’s wedding day, and things don’t exactly all go to plan.

TW: Anxiety, drunkeness, mention of alcohol, puke. (As always, tell me if I missed anything!)

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Today was the day. The boat had been decorated with flowers, the finest rum saved, and the best meat - this was a special occasion the crew had been waiting for… what seemed like forever.

They'd been rooting for the two obvious lovers to get hitched for months after their slow romance - both were smart individuals, mind you, but were utterly stupid when it came to love.

Roman leaned against the doorframe, looking at the husband-to-be as he struggled a bit with the formal clothes they’d found. Roman giggled a bit as Patton struggled to get the tighter, somewhat puffier white shirt on. He was more used to looser clothing but insisted on making the effort to look nice today, even if he’d never worn any formal wear in his life. “Need a bit of help there, Pat?”

“Roman!” Patton turned with a squeak, his arms tangled in the white fabric. “You startled me.” Roman walked over as Patton looked down, slightly embarrassed. “How does Logan do this?”

“Here’s a little trick, Padre,” Roman said, loosening the cuffs of the shirt. “You nervous?”

“What...? Me? Nervous?” Patton scoffed, slipping into the shirt easier now, turning to the mirror as he tightened the cuffs. “Maybe...maybe just a little.”

Roman brought over the black vest as he helped his friend slip it on. “You’re going to marry Logan today. You love him, Pat - I know you do, with all your heart. When you see him standing there when you walk down that aisle, everything will fall into place. You’ll see.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me,” Patton said with a small huff.

“Because it’s true,” Roman said, sharing a smile. “Now, I gotta check in on Lo. You just relax, okay?”

Patton looked concerned. “Is Logan okay?”

Roman giggled, getting up and shaking his head. “You thought you were the only one nervous?”

“Oh,” Patton said. “I... wish I could go talk to him. Poor LoLo.”

“You can talk to him later, I promise,” Roman said reassuringly. “I’ll talk to him - the ceremony should start soon, anyway.”

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Roman walked toward his own quarters - he could practically hear the rhythmic stomp of his friend’s feet up and down, pacing. Roman smiled to himself hearing this, clicking his tongue as he shook his head - he knew his first mate like the back of his hand. He opened the door slowly, as Logan looked up from his pacing.

Logan’s hair was slicked back, as always - no vest this time, just a plain white shirt with the tight cuffs that Patton had battled earlier. His dark pants and shoes complimented the simple outfit. The other husband-to-be would look relaxed if his face or fidgets didn’t notify anyone else that he was wound a bit too tight.

He tried and failed, to quickly compose himself when his captain entered, clearing his throat as he stopped fidgeting with his shirt. “Oh, hello Roman.”

Roman took in his friend - even just by looking he knew something was wrong - Logan’s usually pristine neat hair was slightly ruffed, his shirt was wrinkled, and he could tell that his right hand was about to burst trying desperately to hold back his fidgeting. “Just came to grab you, the ceremony’s about to start.”

“W-wait… now?! As in, now-now?! But I’m not ready…” Logan began his pacing once more. “I mean, I don’t know if I can handle standing up there and seeing him walk down the aisle and look at me, and-!” He stopped in his tracks, staring into space as a knot caught in his throat.

“And feel your heart absolutely melt, to hold Patton in your arms and know that he is yours, and you are his, to kiss him and dance the night away~!” Roman finished with a fake swoon and a smirk. “Logan, you’re ready for this. I know you have been ever since you saw him board the ship.”

“Roman, I-” Logan held so much emotion behind his words, and it showed.

“I know you’re scared, Lo. But I promise you, everything will be perfect. I’ve known that ever since you two started dating.” Roman said, his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “Do you remember what I said after Patton kissed you goodnight on that deck?”

Logan smiled. “You said that we ‘were meant to be’.”

“Exactly, and I still believe that. Logan, you two are there for each other through thick and thin. You love each other more than your shy butt can say-”

“Hey-!” Logan laughed, cheeks slightly pink, playfully swatting at Roman.

“- and that’s why you’re standing here about to get married,” Roman said. “You’re ready Lo. I promise.”

Logan smiled up at his friend. “Thank you.”

“Honestly I’m just surprised you got hitched before me-” Roman smirked.

“Roman-!”

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Roman wasn’t really qualified as the smartest on the ship. Needless to say, he wasn’t someone who was right about a lot. But, Logan and Patton - he was more than right about them.

When they met each other’s gaze, their eyes never left the other for a second. Both chuckled a bit at their outfit choices, and the swap from their usual attire. Patton seemed to almost float down the aisle, Patton almost tearing up just getting there. When he stood at his partner’s side, Logan gave a gentle smile and wiped a few stray tears away, Patton leaning into his touch. They both didn’t even pay attention or notice Roman until he spoke up with a smirk. “Ahem, vows?”

“Oh, right!” Patton said, his cheeks getting a bit pink in embarrassment as the two lovebirds stepped away from each other for a moment. He looked to Logan. “If I’m going to be completely honest with my new husband, I should probably admit - I didn’t write anything.” Logan looked slightly confused, a million explantations and anxieties going through his mind. Patton smiled at him with love, holding his husband’s hands tightly to reassure him. “I wanted to speak from the heart.”

Logan looked a little flustered at this as he smiled at Patton as he continued. “Logan, I have never met anyone as smart, resourceful, responsible, and nerdy as you. It wouldn’t be a surprise when a few days after meeting you, I could never get you off of my mind. You’re one of my best friends and my soulmate, and… and my heart wants you to know how much it means to me that we’re here and that I’m with you, because I love you, Logan. I really love you.”

Logan’s eyes began to wet at his husband’s words. “I love you too, Patton.”

A few whoops and hollers from the seated crew as Roman smirked.

Logan’s written words, which he’d rehearsed over and over to perfection weighed heavily in his pocket. Part of him was worried his words couldn’t compare to his boyfriend’s, but he pushed it away. He had some important things to say, things he didn’t think he could say without reading them. He bit his lip as he unfolded the paper, and began to read.

“Patton, there’s so much about you that I could never put to paper. I don’t think anyone could describe you accurately without the way your smile seems to spark my own, or how you act with such love and compassion towards everyone you meet. I want you to know how lucky I am to have someone like you in my life.”

“Aw, Lo-!” Patton said smiling.

“I didn’t believe in love or had even felt what love was until you walked into my life. It was scary but exciting. It was an adventure that I would never take back as long as I live. You changed my life, Patton, and I hope that now, I can change yours.”

“Oh Lo!” Patton smiled, a few tears falling from his face that Logan wiped away as he kissed Patton’s forehead lovingly. They both heard silent sobs and quickly looked up to see Roman with his eyes red and thick tear streaks down his cheeks, faint sniffling. He had been sobbing the entire time in the background, barely even holding himself together. “Ro, you okay?”

Roman wiped away his tears with a smile. “Sorry.”

In truth, Roman had cried not just because of his two friend’s beautiful union, but because he’s never seen Logan so happy, and he knew his friend deserved to feel that way every moment of his life. He held out the two rings in his palm - they were golden bands - all they could afford, but to the couple, it didn’t matter. They both slipped the rings on with ease, looking back to each other, their fingers intertwined.

The Captain heaved a gigantic leather book up, with a few stumbles and slight crashes, as he flipped to the page. He looked over to Patton. “Patton, do you take Logan as your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward ‘till death do you part?”

Patton turned, giving Roman a smile. “I do.”

Roman turned to Logan, getting his attention as Logan turned to meet his gaze. “Logan, do you take Patton as your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward ‘till death do you part?”

Logan cupped Patton’s cheek with a warm smile for a moment, words caught in his throat before he could say them, and he turned to Roman, giving him a curtly nod. Roman smiled in return - he couldn’t describe this almost feeling of pride and proudness bursting his chest as he recited the last part.

“Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you as husbands, you may kiss-!” Before Roman even finished the sentence, Patton quickly pressed his lips to Logan’s, making Logan blush profusely as whoops and hollers called out from the crowd. Roman just chuckled deeply. “Please, don’t wait for me you lovebirds-!”

Patton pulled away, catching his breath, seeing Logan and getting a bit embarassed. “S-sorry Lo, I just couldn’t wait and- ugh, that was so inconsiderate, you probably-!”

Logan quickly pulled his new husband close, making him squeak and turn pink. “Patton, never apologize for a kiss ever again, especially that one.” Logan connected their lips again, Patton’s heart drumming in his chest as the cheers from the crew grew louder, cheering the new couple on. Patton smirked, pulling away quickly and picking up his new husband bridal style, walking through the crowd as a loud crack of thunder stole everyone’s attention away from the newlyweds. Logan just looked at his friend. “‘Clear skies’, huh?”

Roman looked at the sky, confused. “It shouldn’t rain today, the sky was perfectly clear a moment ago-!”

With a crack of lightning, rain pelted down on the crowd. Roman pointed his sword toward the prepared meal. “Save the food and drink! Head for the lower decks, and be quick about it!” Crew members began hurridly grabbing bottles of rum and pots of soup, bread, and meat. It looked almost like an infestation of cats, rushing around in the rain so fast, occassionally bumping into each other.

In the middle of all this choatic mess was the newlyweds, who looked to each other for a moment, Patton quickly putting Logan down. Patton burst out laughing, leading Logan to do the same. Soon both were doubled over, laughing at all this insanity. “Roman really needs to get better at his predictions.”

“Yeah.”

Logan gave his husband a smile as the laughter died down. He held out his hand. “Our first dance, my love?”

Patton just smiled, taking his hand as they waltzed, The crew running around them. At this point, most have made it to the lower decks, but a few are rushing back and forth to save the food from getting soggy. The couple is completely drenched, cold, and nearly deaf with the shouts and sound of rain filling their ears.

They’re all these things, but mostly they… they’re happy just to be with each other, standing in the rain, holding each other close as they dance to the music in their minds. Logan spun Patton out and back in with a grin, not even caring at this point of the mess. Patton laid his head on Logan’s shoulder, and Logan could feel his heart practically melt at the cuteness.

“Guys, what are you-?!” Captain Roman looked at the scene in front of him. It looked straight out of a fairytale - the rain no longer threatening, but romantic. Part of him wanted to grab the two and get them to safety before they got sick, but his heart… his heart had another idea.

He sighed, sitting on the steps, letting the rain wash over him as he watched for a few moments. He couldn’t help but yearn, hope really, that someday, he’d have someone like that. Someone who loved him. He looked at them with a smile.

One day, maybe. One day.

He slowly crept back to the lower deck, letting the lovebirds have a bit more private time before dealing with the drunkards later. He looked at his crew, shivering in blankets. “Someone light the fire and let’s enjoy this feast in honor of our friends!” The crew scrambled to light the fire, and the boat filled quickly with warmth. “Pass the rum over, will ya?” Roman smirked as one of his crew passed the bottle and he raised it to the air. “To Logan and Patton!”

The crew cheered, holding up their flasks and bottles. “To Logan and Patton!”

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Roman looked out over the calm ocean, Logan at his side with his new golden band on his finger. Logan grinned as he stared out. “You know, I’ve never seen so many drunkards in my entire life.”

Roman laughed. “Jokes on them for drinking the whole bottle.”

Logan narrowed his eyes, turning to his friend. “Didn’t you drink the whole bottle?”

“Touche.” A comfortable silence passed between the two as they stared out to the calm ocean, the night sky clear with twinkling stars. “So, you’re a married man now, eh Lo?”

“I guess I am,” Logan smiled. “Before the charming Roman, no less.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Patton crept quickly and quietly up the stairs. “I think that’s all of them. Finally managed to get them to sleep and wrestle those damn flasks away…” He murmured. “If I never have to clean up puke again, I’ll die a happy man, that’s for sure.” Patton sighed, smiling at his husband. “I look like a mess, don’t I?” Logan turned with a comforting smile.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than what’s right in front of me, my sweet.” Logan said. He walked closer, kissing the top of his husband’s forehead and ignoring the strong smell of vomit and booze. “That’s… an interesting smell.”

“I... should get cleaned up.” Patton giggled.

“Much obliged, Patton.” Logan said, his nose wrinkling at the smell. He turned to his Captain. “Roman? Will you be alright here?”

“Of course! You two go, enjoy your time. You two just got married, after all.” Roman waved off. He held up a flask. “I still got this left to finish, anyway.”

“Well, alright. Thanks for the wedding, Roman.” Patton said. “Even though there were, eh… a few hiccups.”

“I’m glad you liked it, Patton.” Roman said, turning and looking to Patton with a genuine smile. “Take care of the nerd for me, will ya?”

Patton looked to his husband for a moment, and turned back to Roman with a comforting smile. “Of course.”

Both said goodnight as they walked off, leaving Roman alone with the stars.

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Roman leaned on the ship’s railing, looking out to the sea, his mind filled yet cloudy from the booze. Today to anyone else would be a complete disaster, but… he supposed he and his crew weren’t exactly like anyone else. He smiled, taking a swig of rum and looking to the stars.

He looked up and found the bright star Logan always talked about staring back at him. His mind whirred, trying to remember the name. He didn’t really often listen that much to Logan’s rants, and when he did, it was always on something extremely important. But something clicked in Roman’s drunken brain and he remembered - the North Star.

The North Star glimmered against the deep blue velvet sky, and Roman would admit he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life. A pang in his chest ached for someone to share it with. He sighed, taking another swig of his flask as he began to hum and sing a song to the night sky, trying to forget his troubles and ease the pain in his chest.

“What do we do with the drunken sailor, what do we with the drunken sailor, what do we do with the drunken sailor early in the morning…”

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makebank · 4 years

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party foul

summary: you stir up trouble in disguise. @bricksatanakinswindow writing challenge!!

jj maybank x reader

warnings: drinking, cussing, its a party folks

word count: 850

a/n: sorry my third halloween fic will not be so flirtatious omg.

You giddily enter the chaotic house party. You scan the room taking inventory of all the teens taking shots, making out, and taking selfies. The music hit your eardrums from a block away, but was now at overload.

You had been longing for this night, ready to bust out your new costume. You were going for a fun yet flirty look. This year you were going as spider-man, which may have had something to do with your obsession with Tom Holland. The costume was kinked a little to be a smidge more provocative. You wore a simple eye mask in replacement of the full face. The legs were cut off short to display your voluptuous curves. You weren’t going to lie, it was a tad short, but all the better. The spandex material hugged your body, leaving little to the imagination.

You’re out for the kill tonight and may have just found your next prey. JJ Maybank. The blond surfer whose allure was always on full blast drew in the masses with ease. It was comparable to watching a siren sound their seductive melody. To your dismay, he refused to be associated with any kook. His untouchable facade made him all the more desirable.

Only ever admiring him from afar, he wasn’t too familiar with you except by word of mouth. Your mask may not have covered much, but you were hopeful it was enough to do the trick. You greet a few friends as you strut across the large figure 8 mansion headed to your target.

You slip into the island barstool next to him while he nurses a beer. You give him a quick up and down to bait him and then start pouring your mixer. He immediately takes notice of your skimpy attire and finishes up his previous conversation quickly to focus his attention on you.

You ignore his staring waiting for him to make the first move. This is too easy you reason.

“Hey. I’m JJ,” he introduces with a cocky smirk. You fake uninterest for a moment before being unable to help yourself. “Nice costume, star lord.” You snort at the irony of you both being a marvel character. It seems as if he put effort into it though, not missing a detail.

“You actually know who I’m supposed to be? Finally. I’ve been explaining it all night,” he dramatically whines. You chuckle at his innocence for a moment. “Of course I know who you are. How could you not? You even got the t-shirt and necklace right.” He appears genuinely satisfied by your compliment. Keeping the ball rolling you start to tease him, “But where’s your groot?” “I tried to get my friend Pope to, but he refused. Something about the sith.” You shake your head knowing you had more in common with the nerdy pogues than your own peers.

You come to the conclusion that you’re done with the jokes and ready to be serious. You knew what you came for. You down the tequila shot you just poured after already finishing your mixed drink. The liquid courage was all you needed. You slowly lick your lips savoring the last remnants of buzzing flavor left behind letting the alcohol heat you from the inside out. “Maybe I should’ve come as Gamora?” you wink at him suggestively. He slides backwards surprised by your behavior, but also trying to figure out your game. “So, what did you say your name was again?” You edge closer to him until your arm is brushing his. “I didn’t. But does it really matter?” You’re indiscreetly gawking at his plump lips making your desires known.

He places two fingers on your chin and tilts it upward to him. “I guess not to do this,” he shrugs as he closes the space between you.

He tastes of bitter beer and spearmint gum, and it sends chills up your spine. You had daydreamed of kissing the feisty boy before but never imagined he’d have a slight softness mixed in with his aggressive rhythm. He slips his tongue into your mouth heightening the taste of him. Lowly he moans at the sensation of you mimicking his actions. Just as the kiss is heading towards a place of passion, not meant for public you pull away. Your slight pants are drowned out by the party roaring around you.

He quirks a brow at your haste to stop. Your devilish smile takes up your face as you move to remove your face mask.

“I’m-,” you try to introduce but he’s already jumping out of his seat. “Y/n fucking y/l/n,” he yells over the music with a snarl.

You feign innocence, “What’s wrong?” His eyebrows shoot up at your audacity. “What’s wrong! I just made out with a kook!” “It’s not my fault you couldn’t tell who I was from a simple mask. It’s not like we talk ever.” He sighs exasperatedly not knowing what else to say.

You smile smugly knowing you accomplished your goal. “Did you like it?” His eyes appear to almost fall out of his head at your salacious words. “What? That’s not even the point.” You huff loudly returning your mask to its place. “Well, when it is the point, find me. Happy Halloween, JJ.” As you saunter off with a swing to your hips, you glance over your shoulder at a stunned and starstruck JJ Maybank.

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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Our baby going to prom prompt with jordan baker please 🥺🥺

From this prompt list

so I feel like his first born would be a little girl (which he predicted but initially wanted a couple of boys first...typical I know)

he’s extremely protective over his baby girl okay it doesn’t matter how old she gets he’s still gonna be that dad

Has a loving/goofy relationship with her, something he picked up from his own dad but he’s only serious when he feels like he needs to be

Chose her middle name since he wanted her first name to be “olive” but you weren’t having it. He tried to be creative by relating it to his twin but Olivia also agreed that the name kinda sucked but to compromise with Jordan you allowed it to be her middle name

he calls her “olly” instead of her first name

He wanted to be very active in this whole process while you were more easy-going about the whole ordeal but also just as excited as your little girl once the date started approaching

“They think they’re all cool now but wait until they see you in your dress, I bet $20 bucks they’ll be bawling like a baby.” Jordan whispered to your daughter who bumped her dad’s shoulder laughing with a shake of her head

“I can hear you, you know.”

“Do you have ears on the back of your head too?”

Jordan was very vocal about your daughter’s dress choices, giving his input of what he liked and what he didn’t like

“Honey, that compliments your skin so nicely but let’s talk about that neckline and one of your thighs is peeking out...”

Sure he might not agree with certain lengths or what was being shown but if it was something you really wanted he’d cave.

Anything for his little girl

“I’m gonna go broke before she’s married.” Jordan grumbled as the assistant carefully handled the dress

You laughed with your arms wrapped around Jordan’s waist, “you haven’t seen nothing yet. Ask my dad how much he paid for my wedding attire.”

Jordan threw his head back, “oh god!”

“Thanks dad!” Your daughter giggled running up to the both of you to wrap her arms around the pair to add to the embrace

“You’re welcome, little stinker.”

You did everything else far as the glitz and glamour bonding with your daughter and getting the latest teen gossip as always + some more info on your daughters prom date

You’ve already met the kid once or twice at the school and he was a nice kid as far as you were concerned

“Yeah he better be or I’ll have to call in some reinforcements to help get rid of the body.” Jordan huffed the night before prom as you lay in bed beside each other

“I don’t know about all that with the way your back is set up...”you laughed at the appalled look Your husband sent you

“I sure haven’t heard any complaints from you.” He argued as you entangled your legs together making Jordan flinch after he peeled his glasses off to lay on his nightstand, “always cold, aren’t you?”

“warm me up then.”

Jordan smirked as he lowered himself into the bed palming your cheek, “like I said, no complaints.”

The girls were upstairs as their dates waited outside in front of the house

Most of the parents were inside chatting away as you waited for the girls...well one out of the friend group was non-binary something Jordan was still trying to figure out but was still respectful towards the friend

they all took their time but it was common for your daughter to be dramatic she was into theatre after all

you had Olivia recording on the camcorder and Spencer on his cellphone to send the videos to all the friends and family that couldn’t be here

While you were acting like paparazzi getting all the angles of your daughter and then her friends then all together

“we can always count on you to make us look the best.” Your daughter said as you got up from the floor

You fixed your daughter’s hair after her poses, “you’re always stunning without even trying, my baby.”

Your daughter blew a raspberry until she noticed tears swimming in your eyes

“I mean she looks just like me so of course it’s effortless.” Jordan tossed an arm over your shoulders earning a laugh from some parents who listened in while they attended to their own children

Your daughter rolled her eyes, “I have the most extra parents.”

“Oh nooo, What gave that idea away?” Aunt Olivia sarcastically asked

Uncle Spencer added, “was it parent one trying to do parkour to get pictures or your dad threatening your date in the shed with his hardware tools?”

Your daughter whipped around to face Jordan along with your raised brow, “Dad, you didn’t.”

“I had to set some boundaries!! even the nerdy ones aren’t what they’ve seem. I’ve seen some tik toks you know?” Jordan defended while you placed a smile on your face bringing your daughter into your arms as you hid your sniffles

Your daughter and Jordan shared a glance

“I’ll give you $20 the day after tomorrow.” Your daughter tried to mouth

Jordan turned his eyes into slits, “what?”

Your daughter slapped one hand against her head before pulling back to smooth down your hair for reassurance

“You gonna be okay?”

“Stop growing! I’ll be fine! Let’s get some pictures of all of you with your dates before we send you off to live your lives!” You sighed waving everyone outside

“It’s just prom Mrs/Mr. Baker!” One of your daughters friend’s attempted to make you feel better

While their parent replied, “yeah but to us it’s like you’re already entering adulthood.”

The kids all groaned as they tracked down the steps to meet their dates who expressed how they liked their “fits”

All the parents snapped away and wishing them all to have fun

The parents thanked you for the hospitality and the wine/beer before taking their leaves promising to chat about the kids drama later on in the week

You were in full on tears ten minutes after watching your daughter ride off in the limo with Jordan cradling your head to his chest

Olivia and Spencer were completely confused

“Is this normal?” Olivia asked getting comfortable on the couch

Jordan patted your head, “I knew it was coming.”

“Shut up, mr. I’ll get rid of the body myself if I have to.” But it came out a lot less clear to Olivia and Spencer but Jordan understood your crying fits oddly

Olivia turned to Spencer who rested his hand against her knee

“You ready for kids?”

Olivia widened her eyes as you let out another dramatic sob and blew your nose against Jordan’s shirt who bit back a laugh, secretly making fun of you, which means this must have been love ‘cause high school Jordan would have thrown a fit if his significant other was using his shirt to deal with their emotions rn

“I think I can wait another year.” Olivia answered

Spencer eyed his in-laws over his shoulder as Jordan brought you over to the center of the living room to grab the baby book but decided to put it back down, “want to play olly’s favorite game: twister?”

“Her favorite game isn’t twister that’s mine! She loves charades.”

“Oh yeah,” Jordan’s mind went elsewhere before shaking those thoughts away, “...What about Jenga?”

“What about jenga?” You mocked, “next you’ll say it’s operation.”

Olivia didn’t want to interject and say it was actually “clue” so she watched the usual banter between the two parents glancing over at Spencer awaiting his answer

“Yeaaah I’m cool on that. Waiting a year sounds good to me.” He agreed watching as you pointed a finger into Jordan’s chest who scoffed at you and crossed his arms

A/N: This was too cute/fun to write!! Thanks for requesting! we love dad Jordan! Why do I see him driving a dad car during the week like a Subaru and then bringing out the expensive cars on the weekend with his baby girl in the passenger seat screaming along to prince and new edition songs. Just imagine billy in the backseat along for the ride too. Woooow! The ideas. I love domestic fluff so much 😩💕

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hortensemitchell · 3 years

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Always Been Yours

Some people say dreams show you what you desire most in life. If that saying is true, James might have a problem on his hands.

Rating: G

Pairing: James Diamond/ Logan Mitchell.

Words: 3243

He’s alone in a well lit room. It’s the first thing James notices.

He isn’t exactly sure where he is though and makes his way around looking for clues. The room is sparsely decorated, a rose pink chaise lounge rests against the wall with a variety of clothes piled on it. And against the other wall, a vanity covered with more beauty products than James currently had on his own bathroom sink.

James walks over to the vanity to inspect the products more closely, reading the various labels stating “New and Improved Formula”, “No more split ends”. He’s never seen these brands in his life, which for someone who is as look conscious as James, should be weird. He brushes those thoughts aside when he catches a look at himself in the full length mirror by the vanity.

And okay, the situation just keeps getting weirder. He’s still himself, which fills him with relief, but he’s dressed in the most formal looking tuxedo he’s ever seen. He slowly approaches the mirror, turning this way and that and admiring the way the color of the tux compliments his tanned skin.

He continues his inspection, dragging his fingers over the purple silk tie clasped around his throat and the cuff links that catch the light on his wrists. He’d always looked good in that color, he thinks. He makes a mental note to add more purple into his wardrobe whenever he gets back from what’s going on here.

Whatever the situation is, James does take some comfort in the fact that he still took time to look his best. He’d always felt like he could manage a situation better if he could dazzle people with a smile and a flick of his perfectly styled hair.

His momentary preening in front of the mirror is cut short when there is a curt knock at the door.

In drifts a voice muffled through the heavy wooden door, “Are you decent?”

And James can’t help himself when he replies, “Morally no, but if you’re asking ‘Am I wearing pants?’ then yes.”

He hears a sigh on the other side of the door, and James tries to bite back his smile. The door swings open on it’s hinges and reveals Kendall, also dressed in very formal attire.

And god, James hadn’t been this excited to see the tall blonde since they were thirteen and he stood up for him, telling his mother Brooke that there was no way she was going to cut James’ hair. His signature flippy hair had been saved for another day and Kendall had gained James' appreciation for the rest of his life. Now Kendall stands in the same small room and James feels so happy he could cry, making his way over to the man and locking his arms tightly around his neck.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” He pulls back from Kendall before gesturing to the rest of the room. “I’m having the weirdest day.”

Kendall shoots him a confused look, glancing all over James’ face. “Did you really think I would miss something as important as this?”

Something important as this? What exactly was this? And why couldn’t he remember?

His worry must have been written clear on his face because he notices Kendall stand a little taller, and go into what James’ and the other boys would describe as his leader mode. It was a mode he reserved solely for times where he had to step up and make sure everything was going to go fine.

He reaches forward placing his hand in the crook of James’ elbow, ushering him out of the room. “Look I know how stressful this is, but you can’t get cold feet now.” Kendall is looking earnestly at him, as he leads him down the maze of hallways. “I promise that I’ll be standing by your side through all of this, so don’t worry.”

He takes a quick glance at his watch before he picks up the pace, “We have to hurry though because the ceremony starts soon, and the wedding coordinator will have a hissy fit if I’m not in my spot.”

Cold feet. Ceremony. Wedding Coordinator. All of these words ping in James mind in rapid succession. The whole world seems a little muffled as he comes to terms with this new information.

He’s getting married today.

He’s getting married today and he doesn’t even know the girl's name.

James is pulled from his thoughts for what feels like the umpteenth time today when he and Kendall make an abrupt stop in front of a pair of huge double doors.

In front of them stands Mama Knight who has her back turned toward them attempting to fix a strand of Katie’s hair. From where he stands, it looks like a losing battle as the young girl fidgets and tries to avoid the adjustments.

The sound of footsteps alerts the two of Kendall and James' presence and they turn around to face them.

Mama Knight’s eyes instantly fill with tears as she makes her way in front of James, admiring him. He feels his cheeks flush under the attention, suddenly feeling bashful under her watchful eye.

Kendall thankfully breaks the mood, “You can’t start crying now mom, the photographer will kill you if you walk down that aisle with your mascara running.”

“I can’t help it.” She sniffles, and begins waving her hand in front of her eyes trying to keep her tears at bay. She then looks up at James smiling. “I’ve known you since you were five years old, and I have had the pleasure of being your mother for so many years. But seeing you here right now.” She pauses to steady her breathing. “I am just so proud of the man you’ve grown to be.”

And James had to blink his own tears away at that. All he had ever wanted was unconditional love, and he knows that he’s lucky to have found that with Mama Knight and the rest of her family.

Kendall pats James on the shoulder before he starts backing up down the hallway. “Okay well now that everything is in place, I gotta take my spot.” He points over to Katie, “Remember baby sister, you have to walk out when the music starts. And try to smile!”

Katie nods from spot next to the double doors, and James’ finally notices the basket of flowers she had nestled in the crook of her elbow. He has to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing because he knows Kendall had to pull some big brother points to get Katie to agree to being a flower girl.

His assumptions are proven right when he hears a soft piano piece being played in the other room. Katie takes her place in front of the doors before, glancing over at James. “You’re lucky I love you.” The affectionate smile she wore, gave away that she didn’t really mind her situation all that much though. And James watches her walk through the double doors.

And then there were two.

Mama Knight takes her place beside James’ and slips her hand into the crook of his elbow, the same spot that Kendall had dragged him by earlier that day. He took a deep breath and relaxed, letting her touch ground him.

He might not fully understand what was going on, and he might not know exactly who he was going to marry. What he did know is that none of his family would ever let something bad happen to him. And wherever Carlos and Logan were, they wouldn’t let something happen either. So he rolls his shoulders back, stands in front of the double doors and waits for his cue to enter the room.

James wasn’t entirely sure how weddings actually operated. He knows that there is something about making some promises, and you exchange rings. And he definitely knows that he gets to kiss his new wife at the end. But all the details of the ceremony were kind of fuzzy in his brain.

He wondered if his fiancé was going to make her entrance down the aisle after he and Mama Knight made their way to the altar, but he didn’t have any more time to dwell on those thoughts as the double doors finally opened again and James was bathed in the natural light of the ceremony room.

He steps forward into the room, trying to absorb everything he can. The room is filled with the warm afternoon light, cascading from the floor to ceiling windows that lined the walls. And everywhere he looked, he could see beautiful arrangements of purple and white flowers.

Set up on both sides of the room were many white chairs, and as he scanned the room he recognized many familiar faces in the crowd. The Jennifers, Jett Stetson, hell even Lightning the TV Wonder Dog was in attendance. He knew he’d have time to see his guests later, but for now he needed to make his way through the room. But when he finally cast his eyes forward, it’s like the air was taken from his lungs.

There Kendall stood off to the side of the altar, right where he said he would be, ready to help James if he needed it. And James felt some comfort seeing his stand there. And James’ had finally found Carlos who stood on the other side of the altar, opposite of Kendall.

The shorter man was also dressed in a tuxedo, missing his signature helmet. The sight felt a little strange to James, and he almost wished that he could see the helmet and feel a sense of regularity.

And his eyes finally drifted toward Logan, the sole reason James had yet to take a breath.

He looked beautiful. It was the first and only thought in James’ head. He had seen everybody today in their most extravagant formal attire, but there was something about Logan that had James’ thoughts reeling.

He stood at the altar beside a very official looking man in a suit. Tied around Logan’s throat was a purple bow tie, close to the color of James’ own tie. And James had to smile because the bow tie brought this nerdy charm to his attire that he always associated with Logan.

James was halfway down the aisle now, aware that all eyes in the room were on him. His own eyes never left Logan’s. There was this look of pure adoration on Logan’s features and a smile so wide showcasing his dimples. The very same dimples that James’ had informed Logan when they were twelve, would be the ticket to getting any girl. And here they were aimed at James’ making him feel like his heart was going to break from his chest.

In the back of his mind, James wondered if he should feel a little weird about this. Up until a minute ago he had incorrectly assumed he would be tying the knot with an unknown woman. But instead Logan stood in place of this unknown woman.

The very same Logan he had known since he was eight years old. The boy who wanted to make friends so desperately in his new school that he did not only his, but the other boys homework as well. The boy who was so painfully awkward with dating, that he would turn to James’ expertise, hoping he would never utter the words “Bleep Blap Bloop’ again. And the boy who’s intelligence left James’ in awe, never once doubting that one day he would be a doctor.

That Logan.

If he should feel weirded out, he didn’t.

He finally arrived at the edge of the altar, and felt Mama Knight lean up to place a kiss on his cheek before she made her way to her seat in the front row beside Gustavo and Kelly. Logan offered his hand to James to help him step up on the platform, and James felt grateful that he didn’t release the hold on his hand once he finally stood in front of him.

Behind Logan, Carlos gave James a huge double thumbs up, and James could feel the huge stupid grin on his face, no doubt matching the one on Logan’s face.

The official standing on the platform with them began his speech, and James had a hard time paying attention to anything but the twinkle of Logan’s eyes. He was brought right back into the moment though when Logan began to speak his vows.

“I was eight years old when I first met James Diamond. And if you thought he was a handful now, you should have met him back then.” He paused while the room erupted in light laughter before continuing. “But even though he was a lot to take in back then, I knew there was never going to be another guy like him.” He takes a deep breath as he tries to get ahold of the emotion in his voice.

“You’ve always been someone that I strived to be like. Beautiful, suave, and talented. You were and always have been so sure of yourself and your future, and back then I hoped that by being around you, some of those traits would rub off on me.” He laughs softly, squeezing James’ hand. “ But all these years I have spent with you, as your best friend and your boyfriend, I’ve learned that the best trait you have is your never ending kindness.”

James could feel the tears welling in his eyes as he heard the other man's words, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. His words sounded so pure and from the heart that James wondered how he was ever going to follow this up.

“You came to my rescue when we were younger, protected me from an entire wrestling team. And even though they gave you a black eye and bruised your face, you were still more concerned about whether I was okay.” Logan smiles at the memory. “It was the first time I had to confront that there was more to you than I had previously known. And for a know-it-all like me, it was hard to accept.”

Logan takes one more deep breath, scanning the crowd in the room before he locks eyes with James once more. “But what I want you to know is that I want to spend the rest of my life learning about you. I don’t think I’ll ever know enough, but I want to keep learning because I love you. And I can’t wait to be your husband.”

He punctuates his speech with one more heartfelt squeeze to James hands, and James wishes more than anything that he could break tradition and kiss the man standing in front of him.

The official gestures to James and he realizes that he now has to follow up that heartfelt vow completely on the spot. But if there is one thing James knows how to do, it’s how to give a performance. So he relaxes his shoulders, and starts speaking from the heart.

He turns his head slightly addressing the crowd before speaking. “Logan right when he said I was a handful. When I was younger I was a little self absorbed, and self centered. I knew I was going to be someone someday and I acted like I already was.” James then turns to make eye contact with Logan. “But, and I know you don’t hear this often, you were also wrong.”

“Those qualities you saw in me all those years ago, you had them too. Maybe not in the exact same way as me, but you 're beautiful, suave and talented too. I’ve admired you since we were small for your work ethic and intelligence. Even if you didn’t understand something, you’d work the night away until you did.”

Not everything came easy to Logan. Contrary to popular belief. He’d been tutoring the other boys since they were all small. Though he wouldn’t admit it, James had seen on countless occasions Logan studying subjects he wasn’t even taking just to be able to help Kendall, Carlos and James on their homework. It was one of his ways that he showed his love for the boys.

“If you think I’m selfless, I don’t even know how I would describe you. The boy who put his own dreams of being a doctor on hold to help me pursue mine. I can’t wrap my mind around that kind of love, but I’m thankful to have it from you. And my only wish is that I can give you the same amount of love and support that you have always given me.” The last sentence comes out choked as James fights back his tears. “I love you Logan Mitchell. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

What a pair they made, James thought. Both standing at the altar, hands entwined tightly with silent tears running down their faces. You would think they were upset if the giant grins on their faces didn’t give away their true feelings.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Kendall pass over a container holding two rings. He’s thankful as Logan reaches out to take a ring first, since James isn’t positive which ring is Logan’s.

The ceremony continues on as the two men exchange their rings, and James feels amazed at how pretty the ring looks on Logan’s hands.

James hears the words “Kiss” and “Groom” and is pulled from his trance. The moment he’d been waiting for since he had first entered the room.

Logan steps closer, tilting his face up toward James and he can feel his breath tickling his cheeks. James instinctively slides one of his hands to cradle Logan's jaw, his eyes slip closed, and he leans down slowly as ever to meet their lips.

Just as they are finally going to kiss, James is startled by a smack to his face.

His eyes fly open and he has to adjust to the dimly lit room. He’s no longer in the ceremony hall he notices. He’s in his bed at the Palmwoods, with his alarm clock blaring loudly on his bedside table.

He looks over and sees Carlos’ blankets are pulled over his head and he hears under the blankets, Carlos’ muffled cries. “Dude we don’t have work today, turn it off.”

James leans over and finally puts an end to the shrill alarm, before he notices Carlos’ pillow on the floor. That must have been the force that hit James in the face he deduces.

Without the alarm blaring in the room, James is able to lean back into his bed and his thoughts immediately drift to his dream. He was going to kiss Logan. Scratch that, he was going to marry Logan. And not one part of him had found that weird.

He could brush the whole thing off, it didn’t have to mean anything and really no one was in control of their dreams. But James couldn’t ignore the pit in his stomach and the disappointment he felt when he awoke alone in his bed.

He’d have to deal with this at some point, but for now James shifted further into his blankets and closed his eyes. Maybe if he falls asleep quickly, he could pick up his dream where he left off.

#my writing #James Diamond #Kendall Knight #Logan Mitchell #Carlos Garcia #Jennifer Knight #Katie Knight #Jogan

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Stranger Than Fanfiction: Ch 8

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Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Insulting a bald man. Word count: 4,137. Chapter Summary: You’re only allowed to do this one thing and then you’re out of the game. Somehow the case isn’t your top priority though. A/N: This chapter has been the bane of my existence but I HAVE to write it to get to the last two, so, yeah. Enjoy.

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The knock at your door interrupts your hand as you apply a muted lipstick. In the office, you’re a lip balm kind of woman but going to the bank today is an outing you put in a little more effort for. Your skirt and blouse are your normal work attire but there’s extra makeup, hair falling over your shoulders instead of wrapped up on your head, and your heels are half an inch higher. This is not new behavior. Going anywhere on company business always gets this kind of effort, in the same way that you’d dress up if you were going out for the evening. The result gets you a little more kindness in the world outside of your office walls.

The effort has absolutely nothing to do with the man on the other side of your front door.

“Y/N? You in there?” The knock comes again while you’re dabbing at the smudge from his first interruption.

“Yes! One second.”

Dean had insisted on coming with you, the trip is completely routine you’re glad to have him. You’re not paranoid, it’s not like the shifter has magic powers to know what you’re going to do, it can’t pop out of the woodwork at the bank to get you. You’re ninety-nine percent sure anyway. It will still be nice to have backup as if you’re doing something important. Even if you’re not, even if you’re doing your job and nothing more.

Dean has returned to his car when you step outside, he’s propped against it and from where he is he looks you up and down while you lock up.

“Well, don’t you look nice for a visit to the bank?” He asks once you’re approaching him.

It’s pointless to try and hide the blush but you look down at the ground anyway, in an attempt to. "I'm going on behalf of work, so, you know?"

He pushes himself up from the Impala and winks, “you sure you haven’t got a will they won’t they thing with some nerdy teller?”

“Why does he have to be nerdy?” you play mock offended.

“Because I bet all the nerds like you.”

You purse your lips. “Whatever, nerd.”

Y/N had worried about many things since opening her eyes that morning. Where was her lost shoe? Why didn't she have milk in the fridge? How long would it take to find the shifter? All of these paled in comparison to the concern she had over how easy things had become with Dean. This man—impossible as he and his brother were—was supposed to be, well, an inconvenience. Or she was supposed to be his inconvenience. Her blood should boil when she spoke to him and at best they were supposed to work together begrudgingly. Perhaps with Sam wedged between them to referee.

That's how it had started and that's how she had expected their relationship to stay. In that reluctant space between enemies and acquaintances. Yet she slipped into the front seat of his car, a figurative piece of him, and sunk into the soft leather. It wasn’t her first time inside his Baby and that was only further proof that things had become too good. Much better than they should have been. She was comfortable.

Comfortable was not a safe place to be with Dean Winchester. Comfortable led to preposterous behavior like flirting, and flirting begets terrible decisions. For Y/N those end results were, admittedly, looking better and better with each passing minute.

You hate her sometimes. Maybe all the time. She’s trying to kill you after all.

If you weren’t so afraid of 'it' then your biggest worry wouldn’t be flirting with Dean. It would be the death hanging over your head. Unfortunately, it’s all too easy to put that in the back of your mind. Most people don’t think about death on a daily basis, that’s kind of the human condition. Knowing that it’s coming but ignoring it till the bitter end. So, Dean, the shifter, what shade of lipstick you’re going to wear—you make them all so much more urgent than they are.

The writer helps with finding distractions in things. You’re still allowed to hate her. You can hate that she knows you so well and that you don’t know if it’s because she created you, or you’re just unlucky. You can hate that she still hasn‘t told you how you’re going to die.

You’re also pretty sure that you hate her for the slow descent into liking Dean. It’s bad enough in your head. In the story online, it’s an actual love affair. And you still don’t know if it’s you or her that made the choice about him. Does she write it because you feel it, or do you feel it because you hear her? Or both?

“You're quiet over there.”

You’re looking out of the window, seeing the world through Winchester eyes. “Sorry," you grin to yourself, "didn’t realize you were a chatty Kathy while you're on a case.”

He chuckles, “didn’t realize you weren’t.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. Dean glancing in her direction. Glance might be too much of a word for the half a second he takes his eyes off of the road. It would hardly warrant a thought were it not for his shoulders tensing when he’d faced forward again. Quiet anxiety settled over him, which doesn't suit him.

Y/N ignored it, wrapped up in her own murky thoughts. She lightly tapped her foot but the sound sinks into the floor mat of the Impala. She couldn’t show Dean that the closer they get to their destination the less at ease she felt. Nerves she hadn’t thought she had. It had been her idea, her assurances to Dean that all she would do was go to the bank and leave. Nothing else to do with the case. Still, she was a civilian and even this much involvement was causing her fingers to tremble against her leg. Out of sight, of course, she wouldn’t want him to know. Dean would pull the rug out from under her if he suspected she might not be able to handle it.

You could handle it fine. You were the queen of handling it. You squeeze your hand into a fist anyway to stop your nervous habit in its tracks.

With the bank finally in sight she resolved herself to take control of the situation. Dean was her backup, not the other way around. This was another Thursday morning visit to an establishment she had been time and again. She would walk into the white stone building and do the same thing she has a hundred times before. And then Dean—plus Sam who is at the motel in case something comes up—would stay. Y/N had already wrestled with the idea that her actions might also cause the shifter to stay, but that felt like a necessary evil. If they killed the shifter now then she was saving a life down the road. Which in her more selfless moments was the motivation that she clung to desperately. In her own infinitesimal way, she was helping to save someone. The path that had brought her here, to this new version of herself, was one that ultimately made her braver. If only at the very last minute.

It’s rare that the voice says exactly what you need to hear. Although in the grand scheme of things the voice has only been around for a few weeks. It just feels longer because you’re not supposed to hear a voice in your head at all. On this occasion though she’s helpful. You step out of the car with a renewed sense of purpose. Once you start going through the motions, that begin with walking the steps up to the entrance, you really did calm down. This is the same old song and dance. And even if it wasn’t, you're brave now, because she'd said so.

The bank is familiar territory. You’ve come here before to stop payments for legitimate reasons, you’ve been here to authorize money orders and verify paperwork. Sometimes you’re here for your personal banking too. It’s like Cheers if the show was about a financial institution; everyone knows your name.

Dean stays hot on your heels but doesn’t say anything at first. He’s silent as he holds the door open for you. Then as you’re walking towards the first teller he bumps your shoulder and nods at the man standing a few desks over, finally breaking the silence, “that your boyfriend?”

You stop dead and turn to him. Shocked by his audacity. Not only because he made a joke while your back is tense and your jaw firm, but for making you smile despite your resistance. Oh and there’s the fact that the teller he’s motioning at is a fifty-nine-year-old man with the largest bald spot you’ve ever seen, short of being actually bald.

“You’d make a cute couple.” He adds with a shrug, somehow resisting grinning, which might add insult to injury.

You feel your shoulders sink, the tension rolling away, and you try to bite back your laughter, and fail. “I’m not his type, but hey, you might be. Go and introduce yourself.”

“I would but I’ve got to stay here and keep an eye on you.”

She doesn’t miss the emphasis, exactly as she hadn’t missed the way he’d complimented her when he picked her up. Or the way he’s looking at her now. As if they’re not in the middle of a bank, in the middle of the day, but in a bar somewhere about to make some bad decisions. She found it easy to push away her own feelings and refocus when there’s work to be done. However it was becoming more difficult to ignore Dean’s potential feelings. Not only did she not know if she was misreading the situation, but even if she wasn’t; what could she possibly do about it now?

“Next.” The sandy-haired woman you haven’t seen before calls, making it easy to ignore him, and the voice.

“Hi. I’ve got an appointment with Mr. Jones to submit some financial reports on behalf of First National.”

She nods, “his receptionist is out sick today. Give me a second and I’ll go check if he’s ready to see you yet.”

She wanders off and you turn to Dean and the curiosity he's wearing on his face. He leans in closer than he needs to and whispers to you, “we have an appointment?”

“Yeah, in real life you usually need an appointment for these kinds of things. Plus I told my boss I was coming so he asked me to bring in last month's report backups to save someone else a trip.”

He ignores your reference to real-life versus his life as if he's not standing there; existing. “You told your boss?”

They get away with so much in the books that clearly they have no idea how things work for normal people. “I told you this needed approval, I made up some anomaly and he signed it off.”

Dean looks at you like he’s thinking the exact same thing you were. That life is much simpler when you lie through your teeth.

The teller that you don’t know returns and he steps back freeing up your personal space. Truthfully you hadn't realized he was still that close. She leads you to a small office with ‘Mr. Jones’ painted on the door before knocking and leaving.

“Y/N, always a pleasure to see you. Sorry about the wait.” Ben beams as he opens the office door, hiding his surprise to see Dean trailing behind you. “You haven’t been by in a while?”

You shake the hand he’s offering you with a smile, “they've been keeping me busy. Luckily I had something I needed to be rushed through so I jumped on the opportunity to come by.”

Dean closes the office door behind him and clears his throat.

“Oh, sorry. Ben, this is my colleague Dean.” You only comprehend that you’re supposed to use an alias for him after his name slips out. It’s only a first name though, that doesn’t count, hopefully. You tuck your hair behind your ear in an attempt to throw him a quick, apologetic look. “He’s new. I’m showing him the ropes.”

Ben shakes Dean's hand and does an excellent job hiding how tight Dean’s grip is. Something you see evidence in when his knuckles pop white.

You all take a seat and then everything becomes simple, routine. You hand over the financial reports and Ben takes a cursory look at them. He promises to dedicate proper time to them later. There’s small talk over mutual acquaintances from your office and some disputes from the month before last. This is something many of your colleagues have done before you. Someone always has business here and paper backups need to be brought in. So, over the years, it became a standing catch-all appointment. Reports and insurance and some chit chat. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“There is one more thing.” You begin in a charming tone.

Ben lets out a small business like chuckle from behind his desk, “of course there is. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be talking to you.”

You pull out a few sheets of stapled forms that Mark signed off yesterday afternoon. “It’s nothing really. We submitted this claim for payment but have since found some irregularities. I was hoping you could stop the transfer until we straighten everything out.”

“You wouldn’t ask unless we still had time, so I don’t see why not.” He takes the papers and checks if everything is in order before he starts typing on the screen in front of him.

For the first time since you walked into the office, your attention isn’t required on the banker in front of you, so you check in on Dean. He’s staring intently at Ben, hard eyes that are trying to bore a hole in the man’s skull. It's a good thing Ben has been focused on you and not noticed.

“All done. Don’t tell me that’s all you came in for?” Ben calls your attention back.

You shrug, “you know me. I like to do these things myself.”

He nods, understanding, and stands up at the same time you do. He holds out his hand again, bending towards you a little as he takes yours, “that’s because you’re nothing if not thorough.”

There’s a scoff from behind you that you ignore because you are indeed thorough, and whatever Dean wants to say can wait until you’re outside.

“I could say the same for you. Thanks for your help, Ben.”

You make a hasty exit and get halfway across the tiled floors outside of Ben's office before Dean speaks again. “That’s the guy then, huh? Think you'd do better with Danny DeVito over there.”

There’s none of his playfulness this time. Nothing inappropriate or light about his mood. Even with his callback to something that had been a joke earlier, his words are as steely and hard as he’d been staring at Ben.

Something familiar brews in your gut. It’s stormy and turbulent. It’s the hint of an argument on the tip of your tongue. Dean has turned serious for some reason and he's sending you hurtling towards angry.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” you’re grinding the words out through your teeth at a volume only he will hear, “but no. Ben is married. Besides you’re the one who started this joke, I never said anything about having a boyfriend.” You’re storming towards the doors because you’re not prone to making a scene and you don't intend to start now.

Infuriatingly he says nothing. No smart-mouthed comeback that forces her to be equal parts furious and infatuated, which means that each step until she hits the fresh air outside is like another twist on a wind-up toy. Eventually, she’s going to snap.

Y/N hadn’t felt like this since they’d broken into her office. She’d found herself falling in other ways since then, but the anger had dissipated since that night until it faded away altogether. In an instant, his irrational reaction has sparked the flame again. She had done exactly what she was supposed to have done, and she had done it well. No suspicion or fumbling over her words. Before he’d opened his mouth she might have even been proud of herself.

You had indeed been proud of yourself. Ben had no clue and he’dstopped the payment like needed him to do. You pace on the sidewalk. A few steps on the spot wondering what in the hell is going on. He is supposed to be giving you a ride home so you can work. Both the Winchesters insisted that the office might not be safe until the shifter was dead. Since all roads lead back to you and all google searches lead back to your office building.

That all would be well and good if you weren't so livid you can’t even see straight. Worse than that, you have no idea why you're quite as angry as you are.

She'd left him standing inside, feet planted in the same spot he'd been in when she told him off. She'd gone without him or his permission to leave, and she hoped her act of defiance annoyed him half as much as she was. Y/N considered walking away, there was a bus stop around the corner and she could get most of the way home. Public transport would give her a chance to rest outside of his car that smells of worn leather mingled with his scent. She inhales until fresh air fills her stomach, then her chest and then she holds it. A borrowed breathing technique from the week of yoga she took years ago. Her lips shake with her exhale and it helps. Not to explain anything, not his reaction nor hers, but her heart rate steadies. She'd be mad about calming herself down so immediately if she hadn't just calmed herself down.

You don't turn around when you hear his footsteps catching up behind you however you do stop pacing. You're a fair woman and you'll give him the chance to apologize.

"Get in, I'll take you home."

His hand is on the Impala when you spin to face him, he's about to get in and expects you to follow him. He tosses his head in the direction of the car telling you as much.

"No."

"Y/N, get in." One foot moves in your direction and before he can take a full step you tell him again.

"Didn't you hear the first time? No."

In that crystalizing moment, Y/N decided that she did, in fact...

"Oh, you can shut up too!" You spit out, eyes flicking to the sky because, where else do you look when you're shouting at a writer's voice in your head?

You're not concerned about your outburst towards the voice in front of Dean. Instead of worrying you turn before he can stop you, and you know immediately that you are making the right decision. How? Because the voice does shut up, which meant whatever she wanted involved you staying there and talking to Dean, not striding away to the bus stop.

You can see the bus shelter in a few minutes. There's a woman there, along with her son, waiting not so patiently. It's surprising to see anybody there in the middle of the day. The bus stop hadn't been far from the bank but you suppose it took him a moment to get in his car and debate leaving you, so that's why you make it this far before you hear him pull up.

He slows to a crawl in the road beside you, engine low but still rumbling away and burning fuel. "Would you stop being so stubborn and let me take you home?"

That doesn't sound like much of an apology. Or any apology at all.

"Come on sweetheart, please? I need to get you safe."

If he wasn't Dean Winchester then that line would sound like macho bullshit. Except, he is Dean Winchester. It had only been an hour ago you were scared to even go to the bank. And he might not have said sorry but he did, at long last, say please.

You're not giving up, you're heels are a little higher than normal is all and a ride home would save your feet.

You don't say anything as you step to the passenger side door, he doesn't say anything as he stops the car completely. You're both good at that. Silence.

The seat is as soft as it had been at the start of her day. The music is at the same volume he'd set it at when he realized she wasn't looking for a conversation. The difference was, she wasn't tapping her foot to fight the nerves now. Y/N was too busy cycling through the last hour of her life like each minute was an index card in a library catalog. Or, say, a folder in an insurance filing cabinet. She was, mostly, confused. Everything had been smooth sailing, in a way her life hadn't been since she found out that monsters existed. And then things changed. Flip flopped. Again. Until she's back in his car, unable to escape him. Realizing that she never had a chance to.

You sigh. It was your own fault for thinking you could step off of this insane rollercoaster that was your life. The voice was never going to leave, Dean would, and in a year's time you'd be rocking yourself to sleep inside the asylum you'll be living in by then. Assuming you weren't dead.

When he pulls up outside your house you're up and out before Baby has stopped, "bye Dean."

You don't dream that he's going to follow you.

You don't imagine he's going to walk you to your door and stop the key in the lock with his hand on his shoulder.

You don't ever expect him to kiss you.

Dean has a hundred rules, though he only ever cites one or two at a time. One he's quoted time and again to Sam, "you don't kiss the girl till the fat lady sings." Or till the monster is dead, as the case may be. He has broken this rule a hundred times before, since a rolling Dean gathers no moss.

Y/N doesn't know that, even if she did, she wouldn't care. She has her hand wrapped around his tie, using it to pull him closer, tasting him and moaning into his mouth. Grateful for the extra height of her heels today. Thankful for a chance to feel his full lips against her own. She kisses him back until she's lightheaded and a little longer still. Y/N had found the new life that was worth dying for and it resided in the space between their mouths, it was wrapped up in kissing him.

You laugh breathlessly as he pulls back, "so, I did a good job today?"

Dean hooks a finger under your chin and presses another chaste, brief kiss to your bruised lips. "Such a good job, sweetheart."

And then he says his goodbyes because he has a job to do and it’s still the middle of the day. He leaves you after making you promise to stay at home and safe. He tells you he's going to call when everything has 'blown over'.

You're still giddy when you get inside and lock the door. Smiling as you start up your work laptop and turn on your tea kettle. Cheeks flushed pink when you hear the ping of new emails on your computer.

Hi Y/N,

I'd say sorry that this took so long except you said it yourself, you didn't have a lot to go on. Guess you're lucky that I'm the best. The names Emma Eiffel. Couldn't get you a phone number but I did manage to get you an address out in Des Moines. Details below.

Normal fees are fine.

Stan

Continue to Chapter 9.

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A High School Life - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Friends

Finally!

Roman pushed his way out of the door, leaving his twin alone with himself and rushing out of the house. He pet mister Royalty's head as he ran by him and opened the big porch, getting out of the garden and making his way to the garage where his driver was waiting. He hoped inside the car, smiling at the man and telling him to get him to the bus stop near Logan's house as quickly as possible. He grabbed his phone, sending Logan a message that he would be arriving soon, and looked out of the window, letting the air of the suburban neighborhood fill in his lungs.

It may sound very snob of him, but a few years ago he would never even wonder how it felt to go to school in the school bus. He had always been taken and brought home by their family driver, like the little prep boy he was, but ever since meeting Logan, he gave up on that privilege to go with his friend to school.

He had offered Logan a ride time and time again, but Logan was way too proud to accept it. So as a compromise, Roman began asking his driver to take him to the bus stop, and he would go from Logan's house to the school with him. He still remembered the first time he showed up, and how happy and surprised Logan looked. By now they were way too used with each other, but Roman still liked it better than going to school alone or worst, with his brother.

And sure, he had to wake up earlier so he could be taken to the bus stop and wait with Logan, but he didn't mind the sacrifice to be around his best friend.

"We are here, master Roman" the driver said, and Roman felt that uncomfy feeling in his guts as he reached for his bag.

"Come on Gabe don't... don't call me master it's so weird" he said, smiling and lifting his hand for a high five. The man smiled and responded by slapping his hand on Roman's.

"Of course. Forgive me Roman."

"That's good old Gabe" he said, getting out of the car and waving. Gabe waved back and drove away, just in time for Roman to see Logan walking down the street towards the stop. Roman waved at him excitedly, and Logan looked at him with a small smile. After he approached, Roman didn't stop himself from hugging him tight, even if Logan didn't quite respond it. "Logan!"

"Every time vacations end, you act as if we haven't seen each other in ages. We saw each other on Friday" Logan said as Roman pulled away, giving him a small smile. Roman noticed his cheeks were pink because of the cold weather, making his best friend even cuter than usual.

"Well I just love you a lot you little nerdy boy" he said, grinning wide and checking Logan out. "You are looking dashing with this sweater. Finally I'm starting to rub off on you."

"I am dressing the same as I always do. You are the one that insists I'm more stylish" Logan said, shaking his head and fixing his glasses. He did look adorable though. Fluffy blue sweater, his usual serious black pants, and that little beanie?! Roman was fawning over him.

"Oh honey, you are more stylish" Roman said, and then twirled next to Logan. "But who cares let's talk about me! What do you think? Am I dashingly handsome?"

Logan checked him out for a second. Roman was proud of his look: tight red jeans, his fluffy boots, a nice warm cardigan that went down to his butt and the fluffiest, glittery white scarf wrapped around his neck. He knew he looked stunning, but some compliments wouldn't hurt.

"You look... like your usual winter self."

Oh, he forgot who he was talking to.

"I come here in such a great mood and compliment your attire for you to trash me like a used snotty paper?" Roman asked, dramatically, and Logan rolled his eyes at him.

"You look good Ro. As usual" he said, tilting his head, and Roman sighed, pushing his scarf back dramatically.

"I think that is the best I will hear from you... Fine. Thank you."

Logan gave him a little amused smile and Roman grinned back at him, nudging against his shoulder and looking up when he heard the bus turning the street. When it stopped, they hopped inside and made their way to the end, sitting on their usual places, Logan by the window and Roman by the corridor, and talked.

Both of them were excited for this new semester, both for very different reasons, but still didn't take the grin off their faces. And honestly? Roman loved it.

He wouldn't change Logan's friendship for anything in the world.

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As Patton watched Logan leave towards the bus stop, he smiled sadly to himself, grabbing his car keys and heading to his garage. Sometimes he really missed his friend, but they had fallen apart and he guessed their friendship would never be the same again.

He got inside his car, turned the radio on and drove off towards the opposite side of the bus stop, so Roman wouldn't see his car. He knew Logan didn't want Roman to know they lived next to each other.

Roman was a good kid, and Patton admired him quite a lot, but it was hard to allow him to get closer when Logan was so keen in making sure no one knew they were friends. So he didn't risk becoming Roman's friend.

Patton sighed to himself and drove to school, shaking his head. He was being too dramatic about all of that situation. It was just a high school thing, and he only had sex months left... six months. Oh that hurt. He looked down at his bag for a second and sighed shakily, feeling his eyes beginning to water. God, he wasn't ready to leave high school... but he had to. It was how life worked.

He had to make those six months count.

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"Master Remus?"

Remus looked up from his phone, frowning at his name, and pulled the earbuds out of his ears, sighing loudly.

"What?!"

"We have arrived."

Remus' annoyance flew off the window and he grinned, leaning in and kissing Gabe on the cheek before opening the door and running out. He made his way inside the school grounds, looking around almost desperately until he saw who he was looking for and laughed, running to the two boys sitting by the school entrance, taking.

"D! V!" he called, loudly, and they turned to him, Virgil's eyes widening as Dee's face remained expressionless. Remus giggled and jumped on them, wrapping his arms tightly around them both and kissing them both on the cheek, not caring about Dee's disgusted groan and Virgil's excessive rubbing. "Oh my hell I missed you two! Why do we never hang out during vacation?!"

"I can barely handle you during school, why would you think I would want to have you around during peace and quiet time?" Dee asked, raising an eyebrow, and Virgil sighed quietly.

"Good to see you too Remus."

"So, what are the plans for this year?" he asked, sitting in front of them, ignoring their comments with a malicious grin came to his face. "Blow up the main lab? Make a teacher be expelled? Destroy school property?!"

"Calm down Remus" Dee said, rolling his eyes. "It's just the first day and we have a lot to plan... for now just... keep being yourself."

"Oh! Some free time? Sounds like a dream aeh Virge?" he asked, nudging Virgil, but the younger boy just sighed and shook his head. His head turned when a bunch of noise was made, and Remus and Dee followed his glance to see Patton's car arriving at the parking look. Remus didn't see it, too busy making a disgusted face at it, but Virgil's eyes widened while Dee grew a malicious grin on his face. "Ugh... does he never graduate?"

"It is his last semester before he does" Dee said, tilting his head and turning back to his careless expression as the other two turned around again. "Finally we will see this school without... Patton's influence."

"Thank the hells bellow! I'm so fucking tired of seeing him around with that bright little smile of his!" Remus said, voice filled with disgust, and Virgil just sighed, hugging his own legs tighter. "Perfect little Patton here, wonderful little Patton there... ugh I can't wait for my brother to just shut up about him!"

"Roman still has that unhealthy obsession about Patton? Disgusting" Dee said, shaking his head as Remus agreed. "Clearly I have no idea how you and he are brothers... twins, first of all."

"Me neither. I feel like we are complete opposites" Remus said, crossing his arms and smirking when he saw the school bus stopping in front of the school. "Look... he's gonna come out... I can't believe he is leaving out driver for the dirty school bus just because of Logan..."

"Are you sure they don't like each other?" Virgil asked, softly, watching as the pair walked out of the bus in a heated conversation, and Remus chuckled.

"No idea. All I know is that they are both dumb."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Let's go" Dee said, standing up and being followed by the other two. "We have classes to attend to so... see you guys during lunch break."

"Yeah..." Virgil whispered, the three of them making their way inside as the first bell rang.

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damian warlock the dark prince ~

** second installment of the elven chronicles trilogy ~ **

book i ~ the dragon prince

chapter i there are three phases of the moons

it was dawn; the trees glowed with the eerie but warming and peaceful dim greyish - blue light of morning

in a small clearing in the center of the small woods, two young girls were not so much arguing but whining to each other and blowing off steam about their shared favourite hobby : magic ~

in addition to having magic in common, the girls were of course best friends and had grown up together from birth; living in the nearby hubcity central of forlorn, where their parents had been neighbors ... but i'm getting ahead of myself

it may be important to mention that the girls in question's names were megenne and starphira; and they were fae and elven of blood, respectively, but it may not

"it's not my fault you know!!" megenne scolded the universe in the company of her best friend; "everyone knows magic is harder for fae than humans, ask any of the kiddos! it's because we already have natural powers..."

her best friend nodded, condolingly; "don't look at me as if i've let you down dear, i'm elven i should be way better at magic.. my mother agrees i'm hopeless hahaha~" in the way only fae and elves could the heartfelt understanding of the nature of the joke and it's born conversation passed between them, and they each laughed

"let's try it once again shall we?" starphira then offered "one last time!" megenne agreed, "then we should go check on the kiddos anywho" "agreed"

with that, they stood at a short stance and made eye contact, then bowed, concentrated, and assumed a shared traditional and instinctive dance, though it was very short; at the end, they pressed their fists together in a dragon stance, and, pausing only for an instant as if deciding between themselves where to aim, they focused the fists of fury at the sky, safe from any brances in the clearing, and produced a tower of flame that according to any observer may well have been capable of scorching the moons

"that was awesoooooome!!!!!!!!!!" megenne screamed "oh my god!!!.." starphira was laughing

after a moment, megenne offered, "should we try it again? ~ " "after we check on the kiddos," starphira smiled

"right, always end practice on a high note" "yes, always end practise on a high note; and there are three phases of the moons" "yes my dear friend, there are three phases of the moons"

there are three phases of the moons was the sylliloquey or in human familiar phrasology the motto of the school for magical youngsters the two best friends taught; and today, they were supposed to introduce a returning special guest, the avatar of forlorn, damian warlock

chapter ii a shaman loves the earth, an alchemist loves their laboratory, a witch loves the skies

"that's very excellent," damian nodded at a young boy who had produced a mystical hologram of a blue and purple glowing dragon, though he seemed to be off in space as it were, and was staring intently at one tree in the outskirts of the small woods megenne and starphira had gone into to practice that morning he sort of shook himself as if to bring himself back down to earth, and in doing so managed to offer as he looked back down at the young boy, "you've improved since you showed me that trick before .." "yes, i used the techniques you taught me! ~ " that brought damian fully back to reality, and he smiled, as if recognizing the child in front of him for the first time "why you've adapted them quite nicely! here, i'd say you're ready to learn a few more advanced techniques," "really?!?! ~ " "yes, how would you like to make the dragon fly, and if you get good at it even land on your shoulder? but it will take lots of practise" "that's alright thanks my friend!!!!!!" the boy screamed, his elven ears twitching excitedly

with that, megenne and starphira emerged from the clearing, coming down the trail to the small outpost school, skipping as they drew nearer, happily

"guess who VERILYMASTERED the FIREBREATH this morning!!!" megenne shouted greetingly, and the children cheered as they swarmed around the best friends

damian smiled oddly, standing up slowly as his companion left to join his friends in welcoming their teaches home

"you mastered the firebreath? .." he at last offered, half- calling "VERILYMASTERED!!!" megenne reiterated "what color was it?" damian asked, tilting his head to one side and genuinely implying the friends actually paused for a second "uh.. normal fire color?" starphira offered "that's perfect for an elf and fae together!" damian exclaimed, but the brief awkward pause between the three let him know that his compliment had been ambiguous, and he smiled widely, grinning with nerdy approval, which fortunately seeing as his friends were fae and elven allowed the emotional communication to be felt

megenne resolved internally to ask him about other colors of mystical fire later, and went about arranging her hand-made setup display for story time, the first part of the school day, leaving starphira to counsel with damian

"what exactly did you mean what color was it?" she obviously asked when they sat down together "it wasn't a bad thing," damian sought to assure her, "the fact that you produced a natural flame between yourselves shows that you have .. verily mastered? it" "verilymastered," starphira agreed smilingly, "it's what the kiddos are saying ~ " damian nodded, smiling, and seemed to drift off "have you heard from melrae lately?" she then asked

melrae was the domain spirit of the lands of forlorn, a mystical lady who was elven - fae and communed with damian as the avatar of forlorn, though she could of course be seen by the elves and fae living in forlorn and she was the heroin of many legends, elven fae and human

"actually, we were supposed to commune today," damian offered roused by her question and looked once again at the one single tree in the small woods

starphira seemed not to understand what he was looking at

"will you ask her about the river please? i am worried about it.."

"i promise" damian assured her, and she could of course sense he meant it

with that, it was almost as if brought on suddenly by the words he had uttered, he was struck with a look of revelation or purpose, got up, and, nodding friendily but distractedly to his friend, who smiled and excused him silently, wandered to the edge of the forest and to the tree he had been intently staring at all morning

he approached it, and, pausing in his steps and inhaling briskly, pressed his hand against the bark of the tree. when he took it away, the tree bore a carved heart, which had clearly appeared as if it could well have appeared on any given tree, but was glowing like metal out of the blacksmith's oven, and as this subsided it appeared to all tangible evidence to have been carved into the tree possibly since before damian was born

"a shaman loves the earth," damian murmurred "an alchemist loves their laboratory, a witch loves the skies"

he stood there for a second, gazing up at the tree as if clearly examining it up close for the first time, when suddenly, and just like that, a girl appeared from behind the tree, smiling cutely, her nose winced up in greeting

starphira and megenne noticed when the girl appeared as it were in the clearing, and smiled at her from where they were at the school, but just like that the girl took damian's hand and they vanished into the forest

chapter iii my friend

damian and melrae walked together, hand in hand, sometimes seeming like reunited friends and sometimes like old lovers, silently, through the forest as time seemed to fade and finally all but stop, around the time they arrived at a bridge carved of eldritch stone, silhoutted along with their respective elven - fae well all of the colors of nature and witch black attire against a bright blue clear waterfall

she spoke first

"it's so good to see you damian, my friend, it always seems like an eternity" "it does always seem like an eternity, my friend," he answered her with the tired and deep droll of a wise wizard "before i forget, our friend starphira wanted me to ask you about the river that supplies our outpost school with drinking water," he began, and she listened and nodded intently "we started using more advanced cleaning magic on it because .. i recall one or two of the kiddos and megenne got sick and we weren't sure why, there were no seasonals .. it was awhile ago but we've remained careful, is that a bad sign?" he finished, gazing at her intently

"it is," she answered, "but if you seem to have made it better it may not likely be a big problem, i would counsel you all to meditate if you know of any new sources of pollution that may be in the forest,"

"very well," he answered her in custom, committing her words to memory to be shared with starphira and megenne

"now there is something i wanted to ask you damian," she began "what is it melrae?" he answered "how has the trade been doing on the edges of forlorn?" "better than the last time we talked," he answered, somewhat happily, "megina and megorn have told me that tobaccos and mystical serums are on the rise in the human - elven joint rock island colonies; and tapestries are on the rise in candleshire and also forlorn actually"

megina and megorn were of course more friends of damian's, who shall be properly introduced later, but suffice it to say they were a sea sailor of acemia and 'verilymaster' blacksmith living in forlorn, and were sister and brother, respectively respectively

"that's very good," she smiled seeming reassured, "i've been sensing outside allies strengthening will be very good for forlorn .. i've wanted to suggest introducing trying worldly foods, perhaps you could have a day at your school? .." "that's an excellent idea!" damian beamed, and also committed their continued conversation to his memory

"now it's your turn to ask me something,"

damian paused, not sure what to ask actually

"well .. is there anything we should usually hear about the spirit realm?" "nothing new," "well at any rate it's your turn then," damian smiled successfully

she smiled back

"how's dear ogglblorn doing? ~ "

ogglblorn was another of damian's friends; suffice it to say he was -verily- magically talented

"fine as ever, he taught me some finetechniques in my crafts' pyromancy the other day," he beamed

"wonderful! ~ well, i should be getting back to high candleshire"

"of course, my friend; it was good to speak with you"

"it was good to speak with you, my friend"

and with that, she was gone, even to damian's vision

chapter iv care to join us for dinner

if anyone managed to make it to the bridge of allworlds, usually they were hopelessly lost, and would call on either their totem spirit or just some benevolent kind spirit to guide them home; damian's totem spirit was the everyever, but he also found that if he just walked from the bridge and didn't think about where he was going he would arrive .. where he needed to be

in this case it appeared where he needed to be was the home of another of his friends, pixie, the human princess of forlorn

pixie was at the edge of her stone - fenced upper level terrapace, and seemed to look down suddenly as he approached then see him, smiling and calling out to him

"hey cutie," it was her customary teasing and affectionate greeting for him, "what's new in wizard world? ~ " "not much, trade's doing good is good, we should try to get people to try food from around acemia .." he wobbled

"wonderful!" she called back, sort of in the back of her mind remembering what he had said for later "care to join us for dinner?" "i'd love to!" damian answered sincerely, for he was starving

chapter v verilymastered

as it happened, whom damian was joining for dinner in pixie's court were his aforementioned friends megina and megorn, and their father geirgon, as well as pixie's half-brother who was the official resident wizard of forlorn, suade

all greeted him happily, and he took a conveniently empty at the time seat next to pixie, who was at one head of the table, as a proper and unapologetic princess of acemia, and at the other head was geirgon as the oldest, flanked by his children and at the side of his long time among other things drinking buddy suade

"how are megenne and starphira and the school?" was the first thing pixie asked him on behalf of the whole group assembled "wonderful, wonderful, you know those two 'verilymastered' the firebreath this morning! ~ " at his use of the term 'verilymastered,' megina and megorn smiled, while suade maintained an expression that might have been at home on damian's face

"have you seen melrae lately?" megina asked "oh this morning, we spoke a little" with that, damian seemed to all but nod off and consumed himself with voraciously wolfing down the vegetarian friendly items on the generous dinner table

the conversation among long friends continued

"you were telling us about the new dragon figurines that have come out in hoggles'ford!" pixie volunteered to megina "of course," she answered, and the group including damian listened encapturedly "as i was saying, they have sort of moving limbs, joints like a stuffed creature but in a figurine.. they're calling them moving figures or action figures"

the group laughed and smiled "action figures!" geirgon offered "what do they really do, fly around like a mystical hologram? can they dance or play music or do dance moves?" he laughed heartily with all and teased his daughter

"so far they just make different poses," she laughed back, "but some people have been talking about making mechanical versions," "they could enchant them" damian butted in, looking up suddenly as if struck by his realization then realising only somewhat sheepishly that it was in fact obvious suade took a wide-eyed expression briefly

pixie interjected, "damian, would you make me the first ever enchanted moving dragon buddy, as princess of forlorn? ~ " she laughed and beamed

"of course i could, if that's a sincere request, what kind would you like?" damian answered her in all sincerity

at this even pixie was taken aback briefly, then smiled, and nodded chuckling, "i'll honestly think about it and let you know" "very well" damian answered

with that, the conversation returned to one that was well relatively normal for forlorn or acemia, about sea sailing and blacksmith'ship and magic and forlorn in general, and friends present and in other parts of forlorn or the world

chapter vi so how're you holding up then

unfortunately, not all having to do with being the avatar of forlorn or of acemia was pleasantness; after his deeply satisfying feast in the company of good friends, damian wandered through the darkening sunset streets of inner forlorn to find himself imbibing enormous amounts of absinthe with his friend and contracts- man or in human terms lawyer, the devil

it didn't matter where the warmly dim lit pub was because it probably wasn't real anyway, or at the very least not a real place in forlorn usually, but the devil was regailing a very trippingly drunk and happily full damian about the expenses the crown of forlorn had delegated for his duties of state, in this instance repelling gremlins (smaller once domesticated wild dragons) from crops at the outer edges of settled forlorn

"mmhmlbglorp," damian agreed, to something that sounded both positive and a conclusion the devil was dressed this late night in what could only be described as resembling an acupulco shirt, a flamboyant collar and bright colors that contrasted damian's jet black nicely and probably from lands somewhere either near or far from forlorn, maybe where they were and maybe not at all

"so how're you holding up then?" the devil asked, in a sincere attempt at expressing human affection, which was received in the way only a wizard could receive it

"not bad; uhm forlorn is doing nicely" "good," the devil nodded, appreciating the friendly offering of "small talk" as it were as only a spiritual being could "i'll see you same time same place," he excused himself extending his hand to grasp damian's in an other - worldly sort of well secret handshake they had, and without a trace of the humor at the expression he had used given their relationship in his face, and stepped into a black fur rug which became a steep chasm in the floor behind them, the bar began to swirl and blur and blend colors of people and backgrounds together and damian promptly finished his absinthe, set his glass down, closed his eyes, and .. found himself at his desk in his room behind the stables of the ever - gracious royal head of forlorn, princess pixie

he smiled and chuckled to himself, noddingly, then got up and proceeded to do a face plant onto his nice warm and unmade bed, disappearing into dreamland

chapter vii spells ~

damian met ogglblorn in a number of weird as well as normal places over the time they had known each other

so it only made sense that one of those places was in dreams

at present, ogglblorn was reclining relexedly on a magic carpet levitating blusterily next to damian; he offered him some more purple grapes, and took a puff of his purple porcelain hookah floating on a saucer next to him

the nature of ogglblorn's magical talents were; well .. very magical very

and it showed in his personality, which was of course the most charming thing about him

the nature of their conversation, over which they probably shared many intricacies and techniques and spells of magic, or otherwise nerd talk, didn't really matter anyway because it would not be remembered; it was a dream

what damian retained consciously as opposed to subconsciously was an idea that the kiddos could make a symbol art tapestry for the foods of acemia fair

so when he awoke that following morning, although he was all over the place in visiting the school with the demands of his career as it were, he found himself returning there as he had the previous morning, happy to see starphira and megenne again

book ii ~ the crestfallen ascension

chapter i like all of you

acemia foods day was a true success; the students had taken ogglblorn's idea to create a massive and impressive tapestry, which to their interpretation commemorated all the various settled lands of acemia, as well as the event, which was to become an annual tradition at the school

no one had been able to come up with where what if anything had gotten into the water from the river that supplied the school - its source was within the very forest so it was hard to imagine any kind of settled pollution but no one had had any more problems from it so all things considered the little school for magical talents was going swimmingly ~

and today, the students had not only the regular special guest avatar damian in addition to their dear teachers, but also the beloved ogglblorn ~

"and this is how you make it do the hokey-pokey!" he finished, and the mystical hologram dragon flying in place in front of him, which was as tall as any of the kids, performed an amusing anthropomorphic dance that involved swirling its tail like a hip sway, and of course the children exploded with catterballing enthusiastic laughter

damian smiled himself, as did everyone, because he would -never- be that skilled at hologram magic ~

then it was time for questions and answers

"why are you so talented ogglblorn?" a darling young elven girl asked out loud

"i was just born that way, like all of you!" to which the children smiled agreeingly

"how old are you?" a young human boy asked "old enough to be your.. older brother.. or maybe father," he joked, and the kids once again smiled and laughed, agreeingly

"i've got a question i'm sure we all would like to know .." damian offered from where he leaned against a tree in the grove of a school grounds

"what is it buddy?" ogglblorn answered

damian seemed to pause for a second and, stare off into space as if searching for the perfect question for the class and everybody gathered

".. what was your favourite food at acemian food day?" he finally managed, smiling with all

ogglblorn paused too, considering all the different treats he'd tried that day

"i love them all!" he finally managed, and once again the kids all agreed ~

"will you come back to teach a proper class some day ogglblorn, as well as entertain?" starphira asked on behalf of the class, who agreed with her eagerly "why of course i will!" ogglblorn answered her cheerily "i can't let damian have all the fun," he laughed, smiling at his friend ~

chapter ii steady as she goes

"how's the helm?" maegina called to maegorn "steady as she goes," he called back, as their rented but quite serviceable ship charted across the surface of the waters of acemia they were on route to port in holves old with a shipment of commission cargo assorted from the regrional islands; pretty everyday stuff for sailors of acemia pretty everyday stuff, which maegorn of course disliked compared to maegina; she took more after their mother, even though she had only loved the sea and never been beyond a sea passenger maegorn longed to be home in his blacksmith shop, working on something or other contentedly

still, it was time for the two of them to hang out

"how are things with rhody?" he asked her, once they had a chance to just talk as they went about tending to the ship rhody was a boyfriend maegina had started seeing at the time; being a sea sailor of acemia, she really had the run of the world, and this gem of a gentleman was from a place maegorn had never heard of but maegina loved, called elvensword creek

"lovely," she answered him, "he's doing so well in his alchemy classes, we had dinner at the port of old candle creek the other night ~ " "that place is like, literally enchanted right?" "yeah, i mean of course it's elven but yeah they have enchantment performers as a theme," she tried to explain the magical restaurant "sounds really cool," he said, then wondered, "is he elven or anything? you hadn't brought it up," "i thought i had? she answered casually. no, none of his parents are either like mom, he lives in one of the sharing settlements" "i see," maegorn nodded smiling

"have you had any interesting customers lately?" maegina cheerily occurred to ask her older brother

"oh i'm so glad you asked! i couldn't wait to tell you; someone the other day ordered a metal figure dragon, only they wanted to joints to move like a moving figure!!! i had to use furniture hinges hahaha," he offered her grinning

"that's priceless," she answered grinningly

the ship sailed on toward holves old, and the two drifted in and out of warm friendly and nostalgic conversation and watching the sunset

chapter iii kinetic magic is the hardest

mikeing and maelina were best friends at the school for magical youngsters starphira and megenne taught; they were a spriteling boy (a spriteling aged faster than normal humans; though, in contrast to ordinary humans who simply mature faster than their peers, they live shorter but quite enchanted lives) and a comparatively normal and normal kind of human girl, though she had quite the talent for magic mikeing of course had no magical talent, in a way related to how fae already had natural powers but a lot, a lot more so

so today, maelina was trying to teach him how to project a force field

"it's the most rudimentary of kinetic magic," she kept insisting, "you have to learn at least any to graduate the school, all the classes of magic"

"kinetic magic is the hardest!!" mikeing repeated

"it is," she consoled him, "but this is the only trick you have to learn"

"sigh"

mikeing gathered his will, and, focusing on his hands projected in front of him, managed to create the glowing shimmery other - white magical color of a spark of force, but sadly and somewhat frustratingly not to then sculpt it into the shape of a shield

he sighed dejectedly

"that was better," his best friend interjected, "remember you have to be thinking about the shape even before you make the spark," "i know," he volunteered, "but i wanna take a break. will you play catch the flying scarf with me?" "mikeing, that game is for children," she laughed and smiled at her friend he looked her in the eye, with the most sympathetic and cheerful and loving yet deeply sad and understanding look that one could possibly find in the eyes of a creature they do not fully understand, and she agreed, enchanted one of the scarves in the games box, and the two went careening off through the forests together ~

chapter iv which do your instincts tell you

at times like these, damian understood what it meant to have friends who were also male, even though he usually found it easier to convene with females; they were just more .. conversational, in reality

the testosterone in the air as they struck at the massive berserk dragon from literally in the air was so palpable that you could only appreciate the scene if you were into things like fighting dragons with flight magic

suade skated through the air on glowing black enchanted shoes, hurling mystically conjured glowing spears from overhead to draw the dragon's fire .. breath

"what do you recommend we do to dissuade its path?" ogglblorn asked seemingly sliding on an invisible slide in midair next to the not so much floating or levitating as completely stationary posed standing damian, who winced as a cloud blew across his face "it's not like i can call on the everyever to be our umbudsman," he volunteered

indeed he was correct, for the dragon was in fact berserk; not evil or ill-intentioned, but anciently and supernaturally feral, and it did not matter right now that the humans of the nearbye village had accidentally disturbed his den, or that they were genuinely sorry; the most respectful thing that could be done toward the dragon was to defeat it in fair and sportsmanly magical combat in such a way that it would well wander away from the spot and inevitably calm down and feel better

of course as wizards all three men knew this from the time they were little

it didn't make defeating a dragon any easier, even to the avatar of forlorn

"perhaps you can cast some kind of .. confusion spell that will redirect it?"

ogglblorn seemed only to need a second to think about it

"which do your instincts tell you would be better, hallucination or air current?"

"hallucination or air current?" they weren't familiar types of spells in damian's vocabulary

"hallucination sounds .. like it'll be too smart being a dragon, try air current?"

"air current it is," ogglblorn agreed, and uhm well literally blasted the dragon safely and unharmed but hundreds and hundreds or possibly thousands of sea lengths away with a gust of wind that came quite out of nowhere and somehow managed to only ruffle damian's coat a bit

"i'd say that's that," he volunteered jaw - dropped

"i'd never tried that before," ogglblorn explained,

"thought not"

suade joined them, out of breath, and gasped, "can we please -land- now?!" "right, absolutely .." damian agreed, and with that, they stood in a tri - formation assuming the same intangible rigidity damian possessed, and then slowly descended the heavens feet first, not so much like base jumping as a mystical elevator towering into the sky

chapter v every end is a beginning

suade joined damian on his weekly - but - never - on - the - same - day meeting with his trusted attorney, the devil, which today as near as either could tell was certainly not anywhere in acemia .. perhaps it was another real planet

the devil, who today was wearing jet black like damian, only his was a sort of long cozy - looking robe with a hood he had down, approached the two of them "hot springs?"

suade actually winced; the fact that his personal specialty was necronmancy, or black magic, not to be confused with necromancy, unfortunately did not mean that he had an instinctual wealth of knowledge about spiritual beings as damian seemed to

with a nod, his friend let him know it was fine and no this wasn't the devil in some of the more for - fun legends and mythologies

suade smiled, relieved "that sounds lovely"

in point of fact, the only correlation this devil had with evil was that he was an academic (or the eternal approximation of academic) expert on it, as well as good, and many other things, and most importantly to damian business

he really was the best attorney in acemia

as they relaxed in a hot spring in an oasis of what seemed to be some kind of bizarre beautiful red - orange desert planet, at night time no less with an empty sky filled with stars, damian counseled with him for ideas about bolstering cross - acemian trade he had plenty; suade listened, enthralled and curiously

then at long last it was time for the devil to sink blowing bubbles into the hot spring and spontaneously disappear; and damian and suade to walk home together from an alien planet

as it turned out it was simply a matter of happening to blink at the same time (after a breathtaking other - worldly night walk no less), and they were back in forlorn

damian shared his gained ideas with pixie, and suade went upstairs to intake and meditate on his wizardly encounter with "the devil"

meanwhile, somewhere in acemia, .. a new, young dragon was born ~

book iii ~ the dark of heart

chapter i the suns shine

most mornings in forlorn, damian went out wandering but this morning found him not really feeling like there was somewhere for him to show up as he usually would; and so he was contenting himself with bustling about his little shack behind the stable of the small castle, polishing and rearranging things, with a seeming mad method that brought decoration into the everyday objects and even clutter

at sudden long last, his long known friend pixie appeared

"and how's the unnofficial resident wizard of forlorn holding up this morning? ~ " she knocked, entering on seeing him through the ajar doorframe, as always cajoling and smiling

"tired, .." was his answer .. he was, even though he had slept in it had been a busy last few weeks between the school all of his royal wizard and avatar duties and getting to see his friends from around acemia

"what would it take to get you to move your things out of this old shack and into one of the guest rooms in the castle? or maybe my room," she chuckled, and he could tell by her tone that she was half kidding or somewhere around like she always did with him

"elven stone not interfering with shamanic celestial magic, .." he answered her, trailing off into space as he realised what he had knowledgeably answered her might have come off as ingracious and he assumed his trademark sheepish expression

she laughed, seemingly amused by the well nerdiness of his answer and plopped down, without being the least tangible bit shy or rude as only a princess could, on his empty and for once made bed

"whatchu doin?" "just arranging my things," "exubitant," was her whimsical answer she rolled over lazily as if about to go back to sleep on damian's bed, and he absent - mindedly considered taking her offer of a guestroom for a few hours and doing the same thing if she did, once he was done arranging his things

"how was your morning pixie?" his voice conveyed enough drolling warmth to make up for not looking up in her eyes

"i went on a horseback ride with suade," she recalled cheerily, "you know the poor dear hardly ever sees natural light?"

"he seems to like it that way," damian offered, "he's got a night owl streak like any wizard .."

"yes, but he needs to get outside," she laughed, teasing damian now in a tone she might use with her half - brother

"vitamin w right?" he laughed back

"exactly! the suns shine vitamin," she all but sang, and damian glanced up to notice to his distant amusement that she had gone from falling asleep on his bed to jumping on it it wasn't made anymore but it normally wasn't anyway

"the suns were orange right when we went out this morning ~ " she went on chiming

"orange sunshine," damian completely absently drolled, gazing over the pages of some old black and dark red trim book of spells he had lying around

"hey, how come we've never gone horseback riding together?" she suddenly offered "even geirgon and i have ridden around forlorn on state days," she laughed horseback riding was her favorite thing, other than magic which she wasn't aware of any talent in but was an undying patron of none the less, and of course being the princess

"we could this morning .." he came down from space slowly to answer her, tossing the book aside with an out - of - place air that even he had to double take at

"really?!" she all but beamed

"why not?" he smiled "i'm all but done arranging my things; which do you think looks better here?" he asked his friend as he held up two of his nicest hand drawings, as if to have a guest's touch in his home ~

she thought with the instinctive love and care of a princess

one was on black parchment with phosphorescent inks, of a dragon, she presumed the everyever; the other was of a girl she didn't know, who held a lyre and wore a hawk headdress

"who's that?" she asked

"the constellation lyra, .." he answered her, and she felt as if she understood that damian knew this girl as he knew many spiritual and naturally celestial beings in acemia; but perhaps in a way that was different from how he knew the everyever

"which is your favorite?" she asked, having had the chance to think about it

"i like them both," he answered instinctively, then reflected on the truth of his statement

"then put them both there!" "alright!" to damian's deep joy, both of his drawings fit on the tiny outgrove shelf at the top of his altar bookshelf next to his desk

pixie beamed at his silent pioneering headspace like royalty any beloved countryfriend; and with that, they were off to the stables conveniently in front of damian's room on a quest to teach the avatar of forlorn and all acemia how to ride horses

chapter ii science that has not existed before

later that day, with all else on his slate cleared including riding horseback, damian at last had time to convene with his closest and totem spirit, the everyever

he had appeared to damian on this day as he customarily did, through a vision in a waterfall, but today damian found himself standing on a tall cliff alongside his air born friend

and today he had at last managed to enquire of the everyever about the drinking water river in the forest of their school for magical youngsters

the everyever had pondered his answer for a good while, almost as if the all - knowing spirit dragon or dragon spirit or whatever the everyever ever was was himself surprised by the answer

at long last it sought to explain to damian : "the pollution is of course not a natural one; but a truly unnatural one .. magical," "magical?" damian asked and answered "yes," the dragon spirit went on, "it is the magic of your magic school"

damian was shocked "we would never .." he started

"it is not your fault," the dragon further explained, "but forlorn is an elven and human land, more to the point the forests on its outskirts are by the nature of its history unsettled," damian had to realise that they were

"the presence of magic in unsettled lands especially affects the flora and fauna in .. unpredictable ways," the spirit went on, "it is not a bad thing, but a beautiful thing, the very thing which made life on acemia"

damian paused and considered what his spirit guide had said

"you can never blame yourself for not understanding science that has not existed before; only react to it responsibly" the dragon finished

and so, damian found himself wandering home down the side of a cliff next to a waterfall, having properly thanked his old friend for his counsel, humming to himself thoughtfully

the task at hand was to invent a new kind of spell : one which would preemptively protect the essentials of nature such as drinking water in a settling situation like the outpost school

if anyone could do it, damian could, but only because he had help; and that must have been why, by the time it occurred to him, he was standing if front of ogglblorn's door

chapter iii turn to gold ~

as it happened, ogglblorn and damian ended up recruiting suade for the magic - fueled all nighter of mad genius frantic crazy nerd buff arcane mystical psychedelic research times, and then starphira and megenne at sunrise no less to help finish it up, but the spell was written, versed, tested, copied, and sent to be published by the pressbudsmen of the seas of acemia to schools all over the world, most of them for big people

the spell would sactify the drinking water as well as flora vegetation and well everything in an environment that was being settled; but of course that wouldn't have any kind of stifling affect on magic, its users or its ability to evolve the world around it

only keep people safe

and it wasn't a total downside given no lasting harm had been done that the 'magical pollution' their little school had managed to conjure or rather transmutate was a riverbed of gold through the outpost clearing (gold was completely worthless in acemia except as decoration, on par with glitter or even dare i say it glitter glue, but it was the one that alchemists were still trying to crack)

pixie had been gathering up souvenirs of her friends' discovery to preserve in the castle and forlorn's historical science museums like a child amassing bits and pieces for a dear - to - heart scrapbook ~

even magina and meigorn had made it home from another bonding sea journey to join the grand celebration; it was indeed a proud moment for forlorn, even if it had been inspired by an all - knowing spirit dragon ~

melrae found damian on the outskirts of the party, like a true explorer; smiling and waving briefly at the elves and fae at the gathering who could see her, she took his hand in a gesture of spiritual friendship and asked, "what are you doing out here all alone?"

"i hadn't felt like talking to anybody just this moment, .." he was taken aback realizing and tried to apologetically explain, "i just felt like thinking"

"even when you are talking with people you feel like thinking ~ " she laughed, beaming, and he had to agree

then they gazed out at the stars together in contented silence

"you miss her, don't you?"

"lyra?"

"yes"

"every day that isn't winter, .." he answered, staring off into the stars

melrae nodded

acemia was indeed filled with magic; with beautiful creatures, enchanted, and with many different and beautiful people; but it would still take the stars aligning for some people to find happiness

even as a fae - elven spirit all but free of worldly turmoil, melrae had to be glad that damian was on the side of good, her side - no one in acemia understood the nature of his connection to the earth, or the spirit world .. even fully his past .. perhaps him least of all

damian was glad he was on the side of good too - however he'd been lucky, acemia was a good world during his lifetime; there were no wars, and in fact he had never encountered true evil, only truly weird and of course berserker dragons

it wasn't to say that his life was without hardship - and the way he was now rationalizing staying awake until the following day to stay caught up on his wizard duties after attending what was in actuality a royal holiday, likely by spending a good portion of the time in the spirit realm where he wouldn't feel affected by fatigue and where nothing would remind him of well .. being terrabound did more than enough to speak to that

but when he did take the time to come down to earth - when he could - damian was glad to live in a world like acemia, in a place like forlorn no less

he had all he could ask for : true friends, and, when the stars aligned, love

and failing that he could always simply focus on exploring the universe ~

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All I Really Want is You (Spideypool) - Chapter Twelve

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Summary: “Who are you, the big bad wolf?” She snarked. She mentally congratulated herself that her voice hadn’t betrayed the fluttering in her gut.

“Why don’t you come a little closer and find out?”

Peter Parker is an exhausted and overworked student in her senior year of college. Sleep-deprived and running on coffee and fumes, Peter really just wants to get through this semester. On a rare coffee run to ensure that she doesn't fall asleep on patrol or in her textbooks again, she quite literally stumbles upon Deadpool. Try as she might, she just can't stay away from him, and along the way, she finds herself in the middle of a nefarious plot between HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D.

A/N: Hello, everyone! Today’s chapter is Chapter Twelve: Absolutely Smitten. This chapter is named after the song Absolutely Smitten by Dodie.

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Chapter Twelve: Absolutely Smitten

Chapter Summary: Peter spirals before her date with Wade, and Wade reacts to Peter all dolled up.

Peter was close to having a nervous breakdown. She was splayed out like a starfish on her bedroom floor, and she wanted to scream due to the anxiety bubbling beneath her skin. Scattered around her on the floor was almost every item of clothing she owned, dirty or clean. She had no idea which articles of clothing needed to washing now, but her sensitive nose could probably find out rather quickly what was dirty if she needed to.

She had been trying to figure out what to wear for the past fifteen minutes. She had taken a long shower, unsuccessfully trying to calm her nerves. When she got back to her bedroom, her previous panic from earlier about what to wear was reignited, hence her lying on the floor. It was already 7:00 PM, and she was supposed to meet Wade at eight. She didn’t have a lot of time to figure out what to wear.

Peter couldn’t stop thinking that this date was going to go horribly wrong. What if Wade actually thought she was annoying and ended up hating her? He said earlier that he wasn’t good for her. What if he thought she was too good for him? What if this was all just a colossal mistake? Could she even go out on another date? She hadn’t been on a date with anyone since Gwen. Oh, Gwen. Could she do that to Gwen?

Peter’s freakout was interrupted by the shrill ringing of her regular cell-phone. She flopped her hand around on the floor until she found the phone. She didn’t look at the screen as she answered it; she knew where the accept button was by now. Peter brought the phone up to her ear and licked her lips.

“Hello?” she asked, her voice too loud.

“Peter! How are you, Honey?” Aunt May’s voice was a soothing balm. Peter sighed.

“Hi, May.”

“It’s good to hear from you, Sweetheart! Now, do you remember my friend Jamie?” Peter was too distracted to think about why May was suddenly diving into a different subject, so she just went along with it.

“Yeah, I remember, May.” Peter hoped her voice didn’t sound too weird. She didn’t want her aunt to worry.

“Well, a few days ago, I was sitting at the front desk right…”

Aunt May managed to distract Peter for about ten minutes with talk of her hospital and Jamie. Apparently, the other nurse had asked out May, and they were going to get dinner next week. Peter didn’t know how she expected to feel after hearing the news. She didn’t have any ill feelings toward Jamie or toward Aunt May, for that matter; she was just happy for the two women. Aunt May deserved to find someone who loved her just as Uncle Ben did, and Peter was glad that May was finally moving forward.

Toward the end of their call, Peter looked at the time and realized that she needed to start getting ready if she was going to meet Wade. She told May she needed to go, but she hesitated before speaking again.

“May?” Peter asked, running her hand through her hair.

“Hmm?” May hummed, and Peter pictured them sitting together at the older woman’s kitchen table, something they had done hundreds of times over the years.

“Hypothetically, if I was going out with someone tonight, what should I wear?” Peter’s voice was small as she finished her question.

“I would say,” May began, sounding like she was trying to imagine all of the shirts in Peter’s closet. “You should wear one of your nicer tee-shirts with that floral button-up you have. Oh, and a pair of jeans.”

“Thanks, May,” Peter sighed in relief, a small smile on her face. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”

“I love you, Honey. Be safe,” May slipped in, and Peter rolled her eyes.

“Love you too. Bye.”

“Bye, Peter.”

Peter put her phone back down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. She gave herself a few more minutes to think before she stood up and stretched, cracking her back. It didn’t take long to find the floral print shirt that May was talking about, and Peter quickly threw on a pair of jeans that she thought were clean. The tee-shirt she chose was 70’s inspired, with the words, “You axolotl questions,” printed on it along with a picture of an axolotl. It was one of Peter’s favorite shirts, even though it wasn’t exactly nerdy or Science-based in general. Peter turned to look in her small mirror as she buttoned her top half-way. Her button-up was a light-pink color with tiny blue and purple flowers, and the ruffled, short-sleeves complimented her arms quite nicely. She loved how her legs looked in her skinny-jeans, though she had to roll them up twice at the bottom. Finally, she slipped on her sneakers and pulled on her brown jacket, debating on whether or not to add her one beanie to her outfit. Instead of putting it on her head, Peter tucked it into her coat. She looked at herself one more time in the mirror before turning and leaving her apartment.

Peter was thankful for the ride to Sister Margaret’s. She still wasn’t 100% calm, and skating in the cold October air gave her air to breathe. It also gave her time to look at all of the Halloween decorations in the windows of the shops she passed, and Peter reminded herself that she needed to buy candy the next day. Halloween was the day after tomorrow, and even though there were only a few kids in Peter’s apartment building, she still wanted to have candy for them.

Peter slowed as she approached Sister Margaret’s. Someone was leaning against the wall outside the bar, and Peter skidded to a stop. Peter grabbed her board and walked closer to the bar, watching as the person slowly pushed off the building. She was close enough now that she could make out black and red leather. It was Wade.

“Baby Girl!” he cried, waving both of his hands over his head. Peter sighed through a smile and pointedly waved one time. She had the urge to flash Wade peace signs or finger guns, but she resisted. Barely.

“Hi,” Peter said lamely, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. She was standing directly in front of Wade now, and as she looked up at his face, she felt her cheeks warm from the direct attention he was giving her. She didn’t know if she was disappointed that he was in his regular Deadpool attire or if she was relieved that he wasn’t in something more serious. Maybe he was worried that she wouldn’t recognize him without his suit? Peter didn’t know, but there were bigger fish to fry.

Like the look that was on Wade’s face. His mouth was open beneath his mask, and his eye lenses were the widest she’d ever seen them. He looked genuinely astounded as he continued to stare at her, and Peter started to worry that there was something wrong with her appearance. She hadn’t worn her suit beneath her clothes, right? No, her suit was at home in her backpack. Was there a bloodstain on her shirt? She didn’t think there was, but she looked down just to double-check. One could never be too sure when they were a crime-fighting vigilante.

“What?” Peter eventually snapped, mildly irritated with Wade’s staring. Wade immediately snapped out of his trance and shook his head.

“You look very nice, absolutely lovely, little Cottontail,” Wade finally spoke, and Peter furrowed her brow. He wasn’t trying to flirt with her or embarrass her. It was out-of-character based on the few interactions Peter had had with him previously.

“Um, thank you,” Peter muttered, nervously running her free hand through her hair. He thought she was pretty? “You look nice too….Wade.”

“Well, shucks, Bambi, don’t flatter me, it’ll just go to my head!” Wade giggled, and Peter relaxed. There he was.

“I’m serious, though. You’re stunning, Peter,” Wade murmured, stepping forward as Peter took one equal step back. They continued this dance until Peter’s back was flush with the concrete wall behind her. Well, fuck.

“Yeah?” Peter was breathless, her thoughts spinning around and around in her head as Deadpool crowded in on her. She couldn’t have tried to formulate a coherent sentence if she tried. Her legs began to buckle, and she was grateful for the wall behind her. Her limbs, her very insides, had turned to jelly by Wade’s mere presence.

“Yeah, Sweetheart.” Wade leaned one of his arms against the wall, pressing himself even closer to Peter. Though they were separated by mere inches, she could feel his body heat. He smelled like leather, gunpowder, and strangely enough, gingerbread.

It was intoxicating.

Wade leaned in closer, his hand tipping Peter’s chin up until she was looking directly into the eye lenses of his mask. Peter’s face was on fire. She wanted to rip his mask off and peer into his soul. She wanted to see if he had freckles on his face, and if she did, she wanted to kiss every single one of them. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers, feel the heat of his palms on her bare skin. Wade’s hand cradled her face, and Peter leaned into it. She tilted her chin even more and rose up on her tiptoes, trying to get closer. She wanted to kiss him -

“Let’s get this show on the road, Shortstack! Time to get some Italian! Oh shit, I didn’t even ask if you liked Italian!” Suddenly, Wade was five feet apart from Peter and blubbering out some nonsense that Peter could barely keep up with.

“What?” Peter asked, mind reeling from the abrupt change in atmosphere.

“Do you like Italian food, Bambi? Please tell me you like Italian!” Wade pleaded, his hands raised in a praying gesture. Peter was getting whiplash. “Shit, I knew I should’ve gone with Mexican. Everyone likes Mexican!”

“Yes, yes, I like Italian!” Peter huffed, grabbing onto one of Wade’s flailing arms. Wade squawked before relaxing. Peter peered up at him, raising an eyebrow at the weird look on Wade’s face.

“Stop looking at me like that! Let’s just go!” Peter demanded and made to take her hand off of Wade’s arm. As soon as Peter let go of him, Wade grabbed her hand in his own and laced their fingers. Peter looked down at their entwined hands before looking back up at Wade.

“This okay?” he asked quietly. Peter’s jaw went slack at the raw concern and anxiety present in Wade’s tone, and she nodded, unsure of what to say.

“Let’s go, Honey Bunches of Oats!”

“Don’t call me that ever again.”

“Okay, whatever you say, Honey Nut Cheerios.”

“No, absolutely not!”

“Oh, don’t be such a Frosted Flake!”

“WADE!”

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malecsecretsanta · 6 years

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Merry Christmas, @alecisgay!

Working at a sports store during the holiday season had to be one of the many things Alec absolutely hated. Too many people making demands, bratty kids pointing at everything they wanted and threatened to cry if they didn’t get it, the rude customers, the list went on. He couldn’t help but enjoy the Christmas music playing in the background and all the Christmas themed products they sold. He loved how at the end of October, him, Izzy and Jace spent the night putting up one or two thanksgiving decorations but bombarding the rest of the store with Christmas. Today, everything seemed to be going slow and his shift felt like it had been going on for 4 years instead of 4 hours. He still had 3 more hours to go and he knew the store wasn’t going to suddenly get packed with people, so he decided to spend his time doing inventory while his sister, Isabelle was at the register chatting up some nerdy guy with a sweater that had a bunch of stormtroopers on it. He could hear bits and pieces of the conversation and Izzy seemed to be chatting him up on her school life. Usually guys don’t seem to pay attention to her when she spoke about her studies, in fact, they looked surprised that she even knew that stuff. How could such a pretty face be so smart? Truly something that pissed Alec off. His sister was one of the smartest people he knew and she deserved to have someone who cared for her and what she did in life, not just for sexual endeavors. This guy seemed different though. He responded back just as enthusiastic even though he had no clue what she was talking about, he kept asking questions. Gonna have to keep an eye on this guy, Alec chuckled.

He walked to the backroom and looked for the boxes of sports gear he needed to put out. It was mostly for the winter sports section, especially basketball, wrestling and volleyball, which seemed to be big sports for the schools around that area. He grabbed two boxes and walked over to the winter section. The boxes were covering his vision, so he had to rely on what he knew from walking around the store for so long, except he bumped into something. Or someone? He couldn’t really tell. Suddenly the boxes were on the ground and so was he. Disoriented at first, he simply laid on the floor and sighed, until a body loomed over him.

“I’m such a damn mess, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I swear if I gave you a concussion, I really hope your store gives you good benefits.” Alec looked at the man who was looking down at him, his eyes staring back with intensity. This man was beautiful. His hair was messy, but the kind of messy that seemed intentional and not back at all. He had minimal makeup on, but it made his eyes pop and Alec could not stop staring. Shit. “It’s fine, really I’m okay. No concussion, just...oh wow” As Alec started to stand up, he held onto this man, and his arms were huge. HUGE. Those biceps could crush him and he would honestly be okay with this. The man stared back at him, now looking amused as this sports store employee slowly became more flustered by the second. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you, um,” he looked at the name tag and smiled. “Alexander. Beautiful name, for an even more beautiful man. I’m Magnus. Magnus Bane”. “Alec. Wait, you know that, shit, nevermind. Sorry I bumped into you and thank you for helping me. Um, see you around!” Alec walked away from the man, Magnus, as quickly as possible. He was a mess. He couldn’t stay there, he would probably continue to say stupid things and embarrass himself even more. He peaked at the register to see Magnus chatting with his sister and the sweater boy, now all three of them heavily engaged in what seemed to be a conversation about the holidays. Even when he spoke he was graceful. His hands moved when he spoke and his smile just automatically made Alec smile. A man like him should not have this kind of power. Even his clothes were elegant, even though it was sports attire. He wore black sweatpants that were a little loose on the legs but hugged his ankles, and a black hoodie, with a deep red strip going down both sleeves, along with black sneakers. Alec had the urge to just hug and him and cuddle, god this was getting weird. “Well thank you Isabelle, I hope to see you soon and tell Alexander I hope to see him too. I’m afraid I have frightened him.” “Trust me, you’re fine, he’s just being Alec. You know, despite working here, interacting with other people is a rare thing for him. I’m sure it wasn’t you”. They said their goodbyes and Magnus left, the sweater guy leaving shortly after. “Alec he’s gone now, you can stop hiding behind the skiing apparel”. Alec came out, glaring at his little sister. “What happened over there? Come on he’s so cute and did you see those arms? I mean if I wasn’t going on a date with Simon, holy shit.” “That’s the problem. He’s too cute and don’t remind me of his arms. I just want to cuddle with mhis forever. Is that bad? I just met him”. “Well, maybe if you had asked him to go on a date or something you would have a chance at cuddles and other cute things.” Alec glared at her. This was probably going to be the only time he ever saw him. He knew nothing about Magnus and he didn’t even have a number. “I gave him your number so if you get a random text, it’s from Magnus”. Alec ran around the register and tackled Izzy in a hug. His sister was always saving his ass and he would forever be grateful for her.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You saved my non existent love life, bless you!” He kissed her cheek repeatedly and until she started smacking his arm.

“Yeah, it won’t be non existent if you look at your phone, chop chop lover boy” Izzy winked at him and laughed. Alec took his phone out and had a text from an unknown number.

“Hi darling, it’s Magnus, the guy who almost gave you a concussion, which by the way, I’m still very sorry about that. How could I make it up to you?”

Alec couldn’t stop smiling. He can imagine what he sounds if he were saying this to him.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m really okay. I’m the one who should apologize. I just kind of ran off and didn’t even say goodbye. To make it up, I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a drink sometime?”

Alec’s shift was coming to a close and he went to the back room to grab his winter coat and hat. He was nervous. Was he being too blunt? Maybe he was reading too much into this and Magnus wasn’t actually interested in him.

“I’ll see you later Izzy!”

He heard a distant goodbye from the other side of the store and he was on his way. He was walking down the block when his phone vibrated. Oh god, he answered.

“I would love that. When would you like to meet up?”

Alec was giddy now. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Usually his dates were very one sided. Sometimes neither parties were interested. Alec didn’t know why but when he looked at Magnus he felt something shift, and he just needed to see him again. He was a terrible talker though, that’s probably why his dates never really went well. He was an awkward guy, he couldn’t help it, his hobbies were boring and he was always working or doing some volunteer work and Magnus probably has an adventure every day, who the hell was he gon-

*crash*

Alec was on the floor again. This time his landing was softened by the heavy snow yet the same pair of eyes from earlier met his.

“We must stop meeting like this, Alexander. It seems you are falling in love with me a little too fast. I mean, you do look great laying on the ground but I would rather see you lay elsewhere”.

Alec turned away and blushed. He was either really lucky or really stupid. Magnus grabbed his hands and pulled him back up and dusted the snow from his coat. Alec was flustered and he stuttered out.

“Are you, um.. are you, busy right now?” Magnus smiled, his hands on both of Alec’s arms.

“Not really, I was just shopping around.”

“Would you still want to go grab those drinks? With me, um yea, me” Alec was looking everywhere but Magnus. Why was this making him sweat? He suddenly felt a pair of cold hands on his cheeks and he stared at Magnus. So. Goddamn. Beautiful.

“I would love nothing more than to grab a drink with you. How about some hot chocolate? Ooh, I know this little shop down the block, with the-“

“Warm chocolate chip cookies.” They said at the same time. Alec laughed, leaning his cheek against Magnus’ hand.

“Let’s go then. Hopefully neither of us bump into any random people on the way there”. Alec glared at Magnus.

“Haha, you’re a comedian. I’ll remember that”.

That’s how the rest of their day went. Usually, Magnus waited until the third date to take someone to his home, but some things are meant to be and he wouldn’t trade the late night cuddle/make out session they had on the couch by the warm fire, with gentle snow outside for anything.

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Halloween is right around the corner, what are your muses plans? Will they dress up? What kind of costumes would they wear, if they dress up?

((Sooyeon and Seunghyun would be a Vampire duo- it’s a quick and easy costume that they can pull off without really needing to change their appearance and I imagine any dressing up for them would be last minute, so this works. I don’t know why, but I imagine they usually dress up together. Though considering they’re both in relationships now, they might dress up with their significant others instead. Maybe couples costumes? Or they would at least get ideas from their girlfriends~ But if they were dress up individually, not in couple costumes with their dates or even in pairs costumes with each other… they would still accidentally dress up as the same thing, probably xD I just imagine that they’re on the same wavelength a lot without meaning to be. I know I’ve said this before but, I don’t think soulmates always have to be romantic- sometimes it’s a friend, sometimes it’s a relative. In this case, I think Sooyeon and Seunghyun are soulmates without any romantic ties… and their personalities and abilities to kind of just understand each other without a word show that :)

Hyuna would definitely be something sexy. Or something as a joke to make Jiho laugh. I picture her dressing as a sexy cat or something since she loves animals~ Black kitty ears, a tail, a short black dress, and a collar (all thrown together kind of last minute)

Kyuhyun would maybe be so something from a video game or something kind of “nerdy”. Like an imperial royal guard, Wedge Antilles, maybe a generic jedi (for a quick costume option, because you know this boy already owns all the pieces for this costume~) or maybe an overwatch character. I feel like he would main Hanzo and Sombra, so he’d probably be Hanzo. Oh god, wait. I know what he would actually do- he’s part of a D&D group with some of his work friends… so he would probably dress up as his elven character. (Or if Chanmi wanted to do a couple costume, he would indulge her :) )

GaIn would also do something sexy but strong. Maybe like Catwoman or Black Widow :)

Kwon is going to a costume party and he’s going as a prince charming kind of character. Something safe, something handsome, something that might get him a date?

Hyojin doesn’t do Halloween alone. But if she’s dating someone at the time, then she would do a couple costume with them or ask for an idea from them. I don’t really have any ideas in particular because she’s really not the type to dress up in costume without someone else to dress up with her.

Hyuk is 10000000000% going as Jon Snow this year. No question. (Last year he was Han Solo)

Yongsun is definitely something cute. She LOVES Halloween! I imagine she would be a Disney princess :) Maybe Ariel or Snow White this year. Thought last year, I imagine she went as Padme, specifically in her white outfit from episode 2, you know what I’m talking about :)

Junsu doesn’t do Halloween. It’s childish in his opinion. But if someone asked him to go to a Halloween event, he might do something like a devil costume? But just a casual one- no red face paint or anything. Just a little headband with red horns and a nicely tailored suit (and a whiskey on the rocks).

Wheein is going as an Angel this year for obvious reasons ;)

Youjin doesn’t care much for Halloween, but he would probably go as something that compliments whatever Eunbi would dress up as :) It would be cute to see them in matching Greek God outfits, maybe? Him as Hades and her as Persephone would be so cute~

Just imagine… Chloe… in a nurse costume. The irony of it. She’d actually find it funny. So that. That’s her costume this year.

Jinyong always does something that goes with his daughter’s costume! She wants to be Princess Jasmine, so he’s going to be Genie!

Hyemi is always up for a costume party, honestly. A chance to pretend she’s someone else (she’s certainly an actress, even if that’s not her career~) and dress in something sexy? Yes please! She would probably be Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy.

I don’t know why, but I picture Jaewon going as Mario or Luigi. Now he just needs someone to go as the other half!

Nicholas loves Renaissance anything- so he’s going as a knight! He, Ericka, and Avery always throw a small Halloween party every year where they watch Halloween movies (sometimes scary movies, but usually just cheesy ones) and play video games and dress up :) They all love the holiday and the chance to be someone else, but none of them are that into the scary aspect of it.

Ericka is definitely going as a pirate this year! Her costume would be a little sexy, but not overly so.

Sarah would be something cute and princessy as well. I imagine she would be Belle if she had a reason to dress up this year :)

Donghae already has plans to go to a company costume party as Aquaman. Mostly because it gives him an excuse to be shirtless, let’s be honest ;)

Avery is going as Doctor Strange. And he’s going to make every joke he can possibly think of to go with his outfit. Trust me, he has a lot.

Ryeowook doesn’t really do Halloween anymore. He doesn’t have much of a reason to outside of the company costume party (which he doesn’t attend every year, just sometimes). But this year he’s going and he’s going as a ghost. But not just a “sheet-over-the-head” kind of ghost- if he’s going, he’s going all out as a ghost groom- white body paint, white hair, white suit, everything.

Yewon has a small Halloween party she’s attending and she’s going as a witch! Her costume wasn’t meant to be cute, but it accidentally is.

Jinsun doesn’t bother with Halloween. I imagine if he did, he would do something lazy and simple- like wearing his usual attire and saying he’s a university professor (which he literally is). Or maybe he would throw on some casual wear and say he was a college student. But he definitely wouldn’t go all out.

Kijung surprisingly loves Halloween. The spookier, the better. He prefers to wear masks when he can or to do a lot of costume makeup (though he doesn’t dress up most years, he just enjoys seeing other people do so). I imagine he would be a grossly realistic zombie or something similar. ))

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Black & White; The Invitation

Yo, so I’ve decided I will start this series and before anything else, I am going to state that my updates are most likely going to be random, but I will try and post a new chapter at least once a week. This will keep you guys on your toes and (hopefully) not bored. This is entirely told from the 3rd POV, but if you guys/gals would rather it be 1st person, I can do that too.

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Don’t forget to vote. I’ll set a limit of 72 to 120 hours (three to five days) from when the fic was originally posted. I’ll throw in a reminder and a time stamp at the end of each update too.

If I messed up in some way or if something I wrote is alarming and such, don’t hesitate in telling me. I really want this to be a good experience for everyone that reads :)

How long will the series take? I’m not sure. School’s starting back up again so I hope to finish this before/around October. Maybe. We’ll see.

That’s all I have to say on the matter. So, without further ado- Enjoy!

[Side Note: This’ll probably be the most boring chapter bc a lot of intro and such so bear with me on this one, Great.]

The second the letter slid through their doors, they all felt goosebumps raise. Who even sent letters anymore besides the IRS? Nobody. Except grandparents. But do they ever write to their grandkids anymore?

Jack was the first one to open his. He tore into it, the curiosity being a normal attribute of his that never stopped him. The actual letter had a red trim along the edge, shiny and fancy. The words were written in big, loopy cursive that could only be predated to that of a fancier age in history.

Mark stared at his own card, almost startled by how clean it looked. Elegant, some would say. But... for what purpose? He couldn’t tell. The other nine invitees couldn’t figure it out either.

It was simple. A little invitation to a “fun gathering” of some sort in what appeared to be a small estate upon looking at it, but once up close, it resembled a mansion. The walls pale and brown, the front steps a soft gray that could’ve resembled plastic but it was clay. The road into the estate was neatly paved, as if it was polished clean day in and day out.

“I’m sorry.” Mark interrupted the silence of the car ride. “Where exactly are we?”

The chauffeur look into the rear-view mirror and glanced at Mark and Amy where they sat quietly.

“Or... not,” Mark mumbled quietly as he looked back out the tinted windows to see they had entered a set of gates. Multiple cars all came around a large fountain that stood in front of the mansion, the chauffeurs all exited and opened the doors unanimously, like clockwork.

Mutters of “thank you’s” and “goodbye” were what was left before the cars drove off in file. The ten invitees all stood at the foot of the steps that led to the great, white doors that awaited them. One by one, they all clambered up in fancy gowns and attires as they reached the doors. A small doorbell called to Mark’s name, he pressed down on it once. Seconds passed before the doors opened majestically to reveal decor that came from a fairytale.

A sparkling chandelier hung above their heads at a great height, the diamonds and shards of glass that twinkled had them mesmerized. The floor was marble, intricate designs of the most wealthy of symbols and twirls were outlined in different shades of marble. Standing in the center stood a man with slightly tanned skin, almost caramel, his hair swiped to the side magnificently and a smile that reflected his bright white teeth.

“Welcome. I’m glad you could arrive. How was the ride?” He asked, voice high and cheerful. This set off alarms in Ethan’s head.

A chorus of compliments came from the guests and the man spread open his arm, pointing toward an entrance toward what must be a dining room.

“Right this way, folks.”

Everyone mumbled and spoke amongst themselves. Their conversations hushed and confused.

Eventually they found their way into a large room with a long dining table, some small appetizers placed along the narrow path, some people made their way to the table almost immediately.

“Please, seat yourselves and dig in to what food is there. The main meal will be served in just a moment,” the man said, smile bright and friendly.

“Is it just me or is this place kinda creepy?” Ethan mumbled to Amy. She shrugged as she popped a shrimp into her mouth.

“I don’t know, but the food is good,” she said chewing another shrimp that she’s manged to take down. The rest of the guests are all familiar faces that he’s seen and met before.

There was Dan and Phil over to the right of him, analyzing the lettuce wraps as if they’d jump and bite them. There was Rosanna, from Nerdy Nummies, talking to Mathew and Stephanie from Game Theory. Signe and Jack were staring at the decorations on the walls behind them. Then Ethan, Amy and Mark hovered next to the dinner table as Amy and Mark ate the food.

Ethan had came for Tyler, he had gotten sick and couldn’t make it but gave his invitation happily to Ethan. Which, he now regretted considering he got chills all over the second he got into that car.

“Please, take a seat. No need to stand and meddle. Let’s get to know each other, how about that?” The Kind-Man asked. Everyone took his advice, finding a seat and sitting down. “I’ll start. I am your host, my name is Lucas and I am newly engaged. I help run a catering business with the love of my life in town.”

Everyone stares at him and he nods his head over to his right.

“Oh, uh, my name’s Dan. I know all of you, thank God, and presumably we all do YouTube here? So let’s get that out of the way first. Secondly, I am single and ready to cry.”

They each go down the table, one by one. Phil was nest, and they followed order until they reached Signe, who sat on Lucas’ left. By the time they finish introducing themselves, as if it wasn’t an everyday normality, a maid and a butler walk in from a swinging door, presumably to the kitchen with trays of food.

And all of the food that was soon placed on the table was mouth watering.

“A toast,” Lucas said, raising his glass before everyone reached simultaneously for trays of food, “to a night of fun surprises and reckless memories.”

Everyone raised their glass and cheered weakly, before taking a drink and setting them down to start eating. The food was even better than it looked. In just a few minutes, Ro stole half the cornbread and Jack was stuffing himself with all the sausage links on his end of the table. Lucas’ plate seemed almost empty with few contents on it while the rest seemed to have loaded theirs up.

In the middle of chatter and witty banter, Signe excused herself to go touch up on makeup. She left the table and quietly walked off, asking the maid in the process where the restroom was.

Down the hall and to the right, she entered, locking the door behind her. She stared at herself in the mirror, seeing she had smudged some of her lipstick and her wing was starting to droop. She snatched a wipe from her clutch, wiping away the rest of her lipstick since they were eating after all. Tried to touch up her wing, scoffing as she did so when she wiped off too much.

She spent a good minute or two attempting to reapply it when she heard a knock.

“Occupied!” She said, trying not too move too much as she came close to finishing. Another harsh knock and she sighed. “Just a minute! I’ll be out soon!”

Once successfully saving her makeup dilemma, Signe closed her clutch and opened the door.

“Jaysus, someone’s impatie--” She began to mumble before being struck on the head. She groaned, hand on her temple where she was hit as she stumbled back into the bathroom. The figure followed her and closed the door behind them, locking it in the process.

The chatter in the dining room continued, everyone carrying on their conversations happily as they ate, unaware of the sounds of Signe’s sudden despair. As the minutes ticked by and Jack grew lonely, he spoke over everyone else at the table.

“Hey, can someone check up on Signe?” Jack asked, looking at everyone else. “She’s been gone for a while and I’m just worried she didn’t get lostin this big house.”

Everyone exchanged glances, many of them silently begging not to leave the amazing food behind.

“Sure,” Ethan replied after the conversations stopped.

“No, I’ll go,” Dan said, “I need to use the loo anyway.” The two men stood up almost simultaneously, they stared down one another awkwardly before looking at Jack who suddenly felt the pressure.

He didn’t understand why this felt like such a big decision. He’s sure Signe’s fine, but he’s just worried. What could he do?

V O T E : Dan Howell or Ethan Nestor to find Signe

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