The Parker Twins (behind the scenes!): Biggest Fears - Peter Parker x twinsister!Reader
Words: 878 Pairing: Peter Parker x twinsister!Reader Featuring: May Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff Warnings: none. Authors Note: yooo i have some ideas for a Parker Twins series. READ THE SUMMARY!!
SO HI. You may recognize the name of this fic: The Parker Twins. That is because a few months back Jadyn and I wrote a little series based on the twins, (Y/N) and Peter Parker. But that actually had a plot that piggybacked on one another. This, however, does not connect to the plots of that series (exactly). This series will consist of little fics that would happen between the Parker Twins that are not long enough to make a full fic, so we will be adding to them randomly. All you need to know, if you do not want to read the previous fics, is that (Y/N) has the power of teleportation and can teleport to any place in sight, and got her powers three years before Peter- AND they can read each other’s minds! They were both recruited by Tony for Civil War, but (Y/N) changed sides to help Cap halfway through- but ended up escaping out of the prison.
You were laying on your bed with your head hanging off the end and your phone in front of your face. You were tapping away at a random game that you had been obsessed with, and no one understood why.
The door opened and you looked for a split second to see Peter, your twin brother, walk in. “Hiya, Pete, what are you doing?”
Peter shrugged. “Just grabbing my camera, I’ve got a new assignment for photography,” He told you. “What are you doing?” He raised his eyebrow.
“I’m trying to figure out if I sit like this for a long time, will I pass out?” You smiled. “I’m very bored.”
Nodding slowly, Peter looked around the room. “Do you want to come with me? I’m going to be stopping by the Avengers compound to see if Mr. Stark will let me take some photos there.”
You sat up, almost falling over from the change in gravity and the blood rushing out of your head. “I don’t know…I don’t think Stark likes me after I declared I was on Captain America’s side…”
Peter rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t care! How many times do I have to tell you that?” He chuckled and grabbed your empty bag, throwing it at you. “You’re coming with me. Bring your camera and some snacks, too, who knows how long we’ll be out.”
Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey was first released in Japan five years ago today, on October 8th, 2009. Can you believe that shit? I sure as hell can’t.
Strange Journey was everything I wanted it to be, and more. Most importantly, it taught me that the basic concept behind Shin Megami Tensei is not just occult in appearance but that a great deal of thematic depth is hidden behind whatever facade its story wears. Specifically, it was the revelation that the game’s themes and subtext were reflective of the comparative analyses and histories within the decades-old mythology and religion books I was reading concurrently while playing; it’s a side of the series many may overlook or be only superficially aware of, but, by Strange Journey’s example, it’s there waiting to extend a psychopomp-like hand to the abyss of the collective unconscious when someone is willing and ready.
Strange Journey lived up to the potential of Shin Megami Tensei absolutely. While it does have flaws which should not be overlooked, the game’s unique setting, atmosphere, and creativity still catapult it above most of its series peers. This is the game that really cemented my love for Shin Megami Tensei and it’s the future possibility of another game of its pedigree that will keep me a fan, no matter what the series throws out or how badly it fails to understand itself.
TROLL GIRLS: Both, trolls and humanstuck headcanons.
+EXTRA: Underwear/Bodytype version uvu
Humanstuck University AU headcanons: STUDIES: Kanaya:Dressmaking. Terezi:Law. Aradia:Archeology. Feferi:Economics. Nepeta:Fine Arts. Vriska:History.
-Terezi usually dyes her hair using red Kool-Aid but her natural color is orange. -Kanaya suffers every time she sees Terezi. A fashion police is needed. -Feferi’s mom is rich, so, she can afford to buy like, two or three new dresses every month. -Aradia believes in Ghosts and Aliens but Feferi can’t stand the sobrenatural so, sometimes she’s afraid of Megido. (Vriska too. She has a trauma related with it.) -Nepeta, as art student, sometimes stain her clothes with paint, but she likes how they look. -Vriska is actually a nerd. She plays D&D with Terezi. -Kanaya writes fanfics about beautiful (and gay) vampires. She also likes Twilight but it’s her secret. -Aradia uses her leisure to dig around the campus looking for “alien findings” -Terezi has an albinus Iguana. Its name was Pyralsprite but Aradia started to call it Juancho and Terezi changed its name to that.
“Quick Y/N, this way!” Chen yelled running down the hall, me trailing behind him. We quickly run to his room, sliding in and running for a place to hide. I ran to his bed, sliding under it and trying to control my quick breathing. I heard Chen running to his closet and quietly close the door. As my breathing finally decided to slow I heard a loud yelling down the hall, followed by the stomping of feet.
“CHEN! Y/N! GET OUT HERE NOW” I heard the yell of Suho yell out into the hallway. I snickered, covering my mouth with my hand. I could hear Chen doing the same in his spot. I could also hear the slamming of doors opening and closing, which was obviously Suho trying to find us. He continued to yell as he went, mostly about how much trouble we were going to be in when he found us. As he was storming around I couldn’t contain my laughter and had to close my eyes from crying from laughing so hard.
Suddenly I was grabbed by the ankles and yanked out from under the bed. I screamed in my panic thrashing around. Suho was holding me by my ankles so that I was hanging upside down. I looked at him and noticing that he was dripping wet while his hair was a light pink color. His face however was a deep red “you think this is funny?” he asks fuming, I try not to laugh to piss him off more but I’m unable to control myself. I look back at his hair and red face and break into laughter. He sighs frustratedly before letting go of my ankles and dropping me onto the floor. I drop with a thump while Suho moves to the closet. He throws open the doors storming in, I hear a yell from Chen from within the room.
I hear another opening door so I turn my head to look at it seeing Kris standing in the doorway. “Whats going on, I heard a scream and a loud thump” he questions crossing his arms I look at him but point my finger towards the closet. He turns his eyes to look that way just as a whining Chen comes out having his ear pulled by the still red faced Suho. “what happened to your hair?” Kris asks with a smirk, Suho’s eyes snap up to look at him. He points at the two of us “these two put red kool aid in the shower top, now my hair is stained this color!” he says grabbing Chen’s ear tighter, to which the said man whines more. “We thought it would be funny! It will wash out with a few showers hyung” Chen says trying to get Suho to release his ear. Suho grabs tighter but then releases “you better hope so” he glares but quickly whips around to look at me. I cower slightly “and you, don’t think you aren’t getting punished either. You are grounded till Friday.” he says sternly. “But it’s only Tuesday?!” I say exasperated “no buts! It’s not that long, now give me your phone” he says putting his hand out to take my phone.
I sigh but hand it over to him, after he takes it he storms out of the room. Kris stands in the door for a second, eyes following Suho before turning to look at us. He winks and leaves the room closing the door after himself.
Chen turns to me “we are getting your phone back before than” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him “how exactly do you intend to do that?” I ask him “I’m gonna teach you how to pick a lock” he says putting his hands on his hips in a heroic fashion. I laugh “I feel like that is going to get us in more trouble” I say standing up from where I was dropped on the floor. “No it’s fine besides I know the safe Suho keeps his stuff in is” he says heading for the door. “You wanna do it right now!” I yell at him, he turns around looking wide eyed at me “quite! We don’t want everyone knowing what we are doing!” he says slamming the door closed again “we will do it tomorrow, they will be least suspecting then also Suho will be away for the day. I’m going to get a safe out of the basement to practice” he says walking out the door, leaving me alone in his room.
A few minutes pass and he returns holding an old looking safe in his hands. “We got rid of this because it was too hard to open” he says putting it down in front of his bed. “It was too hard to open, so you want me to learn to pick the lock on it?” I ask raising my brows again. “Yes because if you learn on a hard lock any other will be a piece of cake” he says raising his hand to beckon me forward. I stand walking to the safe and sitting in front of him. He reaches for my hair and grabs a bobby pin from it causing my hair to fall in front of my face. I blow my hair away and stare at him “ok so take this and stick it in the hole” he says, I smirk looking at him “that’s what she said” I joke taking the bobby pin from him. He smacks the back of my head “knock it off and focus” he laughs. I do as he instructs “ok now listen closely to the safe and try to figure out how it fits” he says. I put my ear against the safe and listen waiting for everything to click into place. It takes awhile but when it does I turn and look at him. “Now slam your hand on it to lock it in place and twist” he instructs watching me intently. I do as he says and with the last turn I hear a click louder than the ones before.
I look at him again for instruction but he just gestures for me to open it. I do and with it the safe opens revealing nothing inside the box besides a few dead flies. “Good now practice that a few times till you have it down” he crosses his arms over his chest looking proud. I close the safe again locking it and proceed to do it again.
I probably open the safe a total of 7 times before he says I can stop, each time I get faster at it. “Good, now remember what I told you. We are getting your phone back tomorrow” he says standing taking the safe with him. Just as he is about to close the door he turns back around “goodnight Y/N, sleep well” with that he closes the door leaving me alone. I turn and look at the clock noticing it’s 11 pm.
I get up and change into a pair of pj’s and crawl into my bed, excited to try my new skill tomorrow.
“Wake up Y/N, Suho’s gone” I hear Chen whisper shaking me. I groan trying to roll over onto my side. He pulls me back forward “no Y/N, we gotta do this now” he says pulling me into a sitting position. I groan again but reluctantly open my eyes “fine” I saying pulling myself from his grip. I roll over and stand from my bed. “Grab some bobby pins and meet me outside your room” he says leaving me to grab stuff. I walk to my bathroom grabbing at the stuff and throwing my hair in a ponytail.
I walk out my room meeting Chen in the hall. He is leaning against the wall looking around till he spots me “good you’re here, let’s go” he says.
We start to sneak our way to Suho’s room till we are both startled by a voice from behind us.
“Going somewhere?” Kyungsoo asks looking suspicious. I always forget that he is an early riser. “We are um… just going for a stroll. Right Y/N!” Chen tries to cover last minute looking at me. “Uh… yeah right, stroll” I say crossing my arms behind me back concealing the bobby pins. “Uh huh, sure. This stroll wouldn’t have anything to do with your phone right?” he asked raising an eyebrow in question casually sipping his tea. Both Chen and my eyes widen at him, before Chen can say anything I step in “please don’t tell him Soo!” I say clasping my hands in front of me, even using my childhood nickname for him to try to convince him, looking cuter and younger.
He stops what he is doing and glances between Chen and me before giving a sigh, closing his eyes “fine” both Chen and I let out a huge breath. “But, no pranking me for two months” he says sternly. Both of us nodding excitedly “of course!” we say in unison running off before he can say anything else.
We make it to Suho’s room soon enough and sneak our way in, closing the door quietly after ourselves. “Quick its under his bed” Chen says pointing it out. We both run to it and pull the safe out from under his bed. We both sit down on the floor, I pull out my bobby pins and start to try to open it. I quickly try to crack it while Chen is breathing down my neck, wanting me to move quickly.
The click from it opening filled the small space. What we didn’t notice was that we were so excited from the lock opening we didn’t here the click of the door opening. Both Chen and I cheered and high fived. A throat clearing stopped us both in our tracks, we both whipped around to see Suho standing in the doorway with an eyebrow raised before he casually said “busted.”
Story/One Shot Collection Summary: You decide to move in with your best friend and his roommates after a bad breakup. Your best friend is Sam Wilson. His roommates are Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Let’s just say that your life becomes a little more interesting…
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Swearing, some mentions of “horizontal mambo”
A/N: While this is a one shot collection, this one shot is connected to Part Four: The End of the World so please read that first before reading this part, if you haven’t already. Happy reading!
“Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?”
Steve smirks, his bright blue eyes gazing your way as he inches closer to you. “Why should we stop? You still owe me after that little stunt you pulled a few nights ago,” he leans forward, your body between his arms as he places his hands on the counter behind you. “This is paying your debt.”
Your eyes narrowing, you let out a sigh and lightly push Steve away from you. “Fine, fine. I’ll do this,” you mutter under your breath as Steve grins widely at you in response. Rolling your eyes, you step into the shower and hold your hand out. “Give me what you got.”
How the fuck do they expect us to wait a year to see how this plays out? I had the exact same thought last season and while i’m not near as offended as I was at last season’s end i’m still left here like WHAT THE FUCK DID THIS SHOW JUST DO TO ME.
ways in which bitty goes through a rebellious phase in lieu of coming out to his parents:
having sleepovers at his friend haley kaye’s house in eighth grade & telling them he’s at hunter jones’ place
(sleeping in the same house as a GIRL?? his mama would have a fit)
listening to nothing but green day for like a month straight
listening to the dixie chicks on blast for like a year straight
and I’m talking about during the bush administration so like he was seriously aiming to piss off every mega republican in the neighborhood plus his daddy so
dies his hair red with kool aid to celebrate a hockey win in hs. mama Bittle actually cries thinking he’s gone and damaged his beautiful blonde hair
once fell asleep in the backyard doing homework and when his mama thought he was sneaking back in after being out all night with friends he didn’t actually have, he let her believe that & took the week’s grounding almost happily
oh no I’m making myself sad
after a fight with his mama he made pies with store bought crusts for a whole week and the church ladies told him, in front of his mother, that they were his best pies yet
if he’s feeling petty while at samwell he talks about lardo on his calls home. nothing scandalous, but enough to casually mention her piercings and arty hair and propensity for burping in people’s faces and JUST how close they are
(I am of the opinion mama and coach Know at this point and are not falling for the I Have A Friend Who Is A Girl Isn’t That Scandalous act, but they recognize their son acting out when they see it)
lying to them about visiting jack feels the most rebellious and the most painful of all of these acts. it’s so much more serious than pretending the sharpie doodle on his arm is a stick n poke from the burnout kid in his l.a. class.
he doesn’t want a real part of his life to feel like acting out in defiance of his upbringing. he wants to talk to his parents about his boyfriend. he wants them to share his happiness.
(and that day will come. one day he’ll be sitting in that old kitchen in georgia, laughing about the silly things he did when he was a scared, hurting kid, hand-in-hand with the love of his life.)
The lockwood and company nerds as actual people in my Fencing academy
(Bonus points if you can figure out which one I am)
Lockwood: Student who literally loses a different piece of equiptment every week and has to borrow from the academy.
Quill Kipps: Minecraft fan. “360 no scope” mid-bout. Why. Probably a young male with weirdly long greasy hair in a headband.
Lucy Carlyle: Young prodigy. Approximately 3 ft tall. Adorable and obviously ridiculously talented, but also constantly judging you.
Flo Bones: Girl who always has absolutely crazy socks. Love her. Has half her hair badly dyed red with kool aid.
George Cubbins: Dabs while holding rapier, definitely a health risk. “Fencing class but everytime someone harasses me about not wearing the right knee socks it gets faster.”
Holly Munro: Student whose parents are almost definitely in the mafia. Seemingly rich but also probably a disappointment to their prestigous family. Artsy and gay, constantly covered in bandaids. But like, rich person bandaids.
Kate Godwin: Twenty one pilots fan. The only reason you know this is because theyve worn the same twenty one pilots shirt to every single class.
they say shit like “oh just go out and buy a plane ticket to
anywhere, go live life instead of worrying about him”
but who actually has the time or the cash for that
so instead i’ve opened the college-girl manual on
how to scrub a boy out from every strand of hair
he ran his fingers through, instead i’ve started figuring out
the little things to make him wash out like
dip-dying your hair with the leftover bleach
from your sister’s kit or maybe using red kool-aid for it
so when you stand in the shower you watch thin blood-colored streams
run down your curves or maybe you learn to give your phone
to a more responsible adult when you go out to get drunk
because you kind of turn into a needy little shit (you’re
starting to worry your friends are a million times done with it)
and you start learning how to force yourself into having fun
in little thing like spooning chocolate icing out of
the container even though it’s probably definitely not healthy
but it’s better than going crazy trying to get thin again for him,
you learn not to let yourself get too introverted on rainy days because
that shit is a slippery slope right down into spending four hours
on his facebook page,
you learn to take long walks when you need to think
because that way at least you get some exercise since let’s be real
you really just want to curl up in bed and stare at a wall until
the earth crumbles around your ears, you learn to dress
hot as hell just for yourself
because you’re bammin-slammin-bootylicious,
you learn to be cool with leggings as pants despite the fact
when you were fourteen and trying too hard to be ‘alternative’ you
totally used to rage about how they’re not actually,
you learn and you grow up and you cry about it some and then you
cry about it until it feels like you’re gonna drown and then you have
a couple of days of just absolute blankness where you
kind of don’t know if you’re okay and then you have a couple of days
of being a fucking rainbow like hell yeah and then maybe you see
two people kissing and you start crying all over again and it’s okay
because you learn to stretch out in the sun and to pet every animal
you come across even if it’s something you’re kind of scared of
and you learn and you learn and you learn and you kind of end up
becoming a whole different person and this will fuck with your head
for a little whenever you see him
because part of you will want to tell him
“i’m someone completely new now, i’ve buffed out some of my
flaws and i’m pretty fucking proud” but at the same time you
don’t want to go back to where you were so you’re in this weird “do
i actually talk to him” limbo - you learn that you still feel an odd kind
of queasy when you think about him and you really wanna puke when
you see him with her but you learn to take a deep breath
and not let it ruin your night and
to make out with random guys if you’re into that and
you learn to do your homework on time and you
learn the people you can study with so you can copy from them and
you relearn how to make friends
and you learn that you’re not the only one feeling broken and
you learn to be fine without him because eventually
some part of you remembers that you’ve had a whole life without him
and you were doing pretty good beforehand and
right now you might cry all day but you’re getting better and
you’re gonna be
“I’m alone again and I’m not so sure I’m ever going to be loved.”
This is my entry for @supernatural-x-reader-oneshots‘ Zodiac Challenge! I’m a weird one when it comes to the zodiac. My birthday is October 23, which is either the ending day of the Libra cycle or the beginning of Scorpio, depending on what you’re looking at. So, being on the cusp as I am, I *believe* I show traits of both of those signs.
PROMPTS: Libra- “Have sex, then fall in love” and Scorpio- “Single parents who meet at Parent-Teacher night” WORD COUNT: 4072 WARNINGS: Smut, insecurity, fluff
Your little girl sat at the kitchen counter, pouting into her
bowl of macaroni and cheese. She’d demanded the Star Wars shaped kind, despite
never seeing a single one of the movies. However, you’d learned in the past
five years to pick your battles, and if Chloe wanted Star Wars mac and cheese,
well, she got it. You bent over and kissed her chubby cheek and she sighed.
Big blue eyes turned to look at you, and you tugged on a strand of wet blonde hair.
“You love when Aunt Charlie comes over.”
Chloe gave a long-suffering sigh, looking up at you.
“But I like it when you
tuck me in. And when I get scared, I like to come to your room. Aunt Charlie
stays on the couch.”
“Are you afraid of the couch?”
Chloe rolled her eyes and you laughed.
“Listen up, squirt. Aunt Charlie stays on the couch because
she plays that silly game of hers until she falls asleep. She could stay in a
bed like a normal person, but she’s weird.”
Chloe giggled, and you reached over to tuck a piece of wet
hair behind her ear.
I wrote this based off one of my random au’s that I threw up on here before. Feel free to die after reading cause it’s terrible or you loved it less likely. Enjoy! or not.
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scowled at his computer as he adjusted the volume again, trying to
drown out the moaning bleeding through his wall. Dear God he was
going to kill Cobb the next day, with something blunt and heavy. He
wasn’t going to get anything done at this rate and his music didn’t
go loud enough to ignore it without blowing out his ear drums. It
was the vibrating of his phone rather then the ring tone that got his
attention in that moment, the shake of it on the desk, and he tugged
out his ear buds in time to roll his eyes at the loud ‘Oh Dom!’ that
made him want to gag.
didn’t know the number, at least not off the top of his head, but
that didn’t mean much in his line of work. He was the personal
assistant to the CEO after all, it wasn’t like people called him
looking to talk to him anymore. He answered without really thinking
about it and brought the phone to his ear, “Saito Engeneering, CEO
office, Arthur speaking, can I help you?”
heard a crowd, not a large one but there were people in the
background, and the sound of a voice echoing over a P.A. System.
“Apparently not, because you’re not Yusuf…”
the years of answering phone calls he had become something of a
connoisseur of voices. Accents, tone, general sound, he knew in an
instant who most people were without them actually explaining
themselves, and he liked this one. English accent, a strange sort of
gravel to it, he could make millions as a voice actor. “No sir,
does he work for the company?”
chuckle that came over the line was a growling thing that made his
skin tingle. “No, he’s a chemist. Although you don’t call them
that.” There was a momentary hesitation, “You go to him to get
thought for a moment, “A doctor? A pharmacist?”
the one.” The man on the other end of the line seemed pleased with
himself. “I mean we call the shop a Pharmacy but they’re
chemists.” Arthur shook his head a little, “Sorry if I ramble a
bit I’ve been flying all day and Yusuf is two hours late to fetch me
and I’ve had a lot of tea.”
chuckled a little himself, “It could be worse.”
like no tea?” The voice sounded overly concerned behind the grin.
may suddenly be developing a thing for
voices beyond just and appreciation. “You could be trying
to work and have to listen to your roommate and his girlfriend going
at it in the next room.” He sounded a little more cynical then he
The noise made him forget his cynicism. “That’s a rough one. I
don’t think I’d have to worry about it much myself, I’ve never seen
Yusuf actually take anyone home. I could ask him of course, but he’s
not here.” This time the other man sounded a little
could short sheet his bed.” Arthur felt his ribs shake at the
sound of the man’s laughter, like at a live concert with a lot of
base. “No really, it’s incredibly frustrating, my roommate used to
do it to me all the time. Or fill up little paper cups with
something like red kool-aid and set them on every flat surface in his
chuckles the other man managed to ask, “Why would I do that?”
it stains.” Arthur answered with a grin, “If he isn’t very
careful taking them all out he’ll ruin the carpet.”
man on the other end of the line laughed loudly, with no reserve at
all even though Arthur knew he was somewhere public. He liked that.
“I will remember that Arthur.”
smiled, “You’re more then welcome to.”
was a pause as another announcement went over the P.A. In the
background, “Well Arthur it’s been a pleasure. Just out of
curiosity what number did I call?”
paused a moment, thinking better of giving his number out to a
strange man he had never actually met. “Five two eight, four nine
The voice chuckled again, “That’d be why then, should have been
nine one two.” Arthur was quiet, almost hoping the man wouldn’t
hang up, but far too soon the other man broke the silence. “It was
wonderful talking to you Arthur, I hope you have a better night, and
if ever I feel the need to prank some one I’ll be calling back for
smiled and without meaning to said, “I’ll look forward to it.”
was a pause, a quiet marked by the crowd on the other end, and then a
chime as the call disconnected. Arthur stared at his phone for a
moment, adding the number into his contacts as 'the sexy voice’, and
dropped his phone back onto his desk to a call of 'Yes Dom, yes’. He
replaced his earbud and actively tried not to be sick on himself.
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reached out from under the cocoon of blankets and pillows he had made
himself to dampen the noise from Cobb’s room and grabbed the phone
from where it lay on the mattress. “Saito Engeneering, CEO office,
Arthur speaking, can I help you?” His voice sounded strange inside
all the blankets.
was a low, gravely chuckle that sent a familiar tingle up his spine.
“Sorry to bother you again Arthur but it occurred to me that I
never gave you my name last time we spoke.”
had to swallow a few times, “Are you stranded again?”
was a pause and Arthur could hear what sounded like city noise. He
could imagine this man, probably tall and well built, maybe wearing a
nice business suit, and here he was on the phone with him.
“Hopelessly and irrevocably, and I’m going to be put in jail for
murdering Yusuf but that’s another story.” Another of those
chuckles, “At least I know where home is now, easier to get a cab
that way, although your lot’s cabs are far less friendly.”
hesitated, shifting a little in his blankets, “So you’re stuck
wondering the streets in search of a cab and realize that you hadn’t
introduced yourself to the man you called by accident almost a week
you believe yours and Yusuf’s contacts are right by one another? Ah
here we are.” The sounds of him climbing into a car and the
muffled sound of an address while he held the phone against
something. The quiet sound of a breath at the microphone, “Care to
keep me company on my way?”
He could hear the purr in the other man’s voice. “Just Eames.”
couldn’t help his own smile, “Goodbye Mr. Eames.”
sipped at his coffee, shook his head. All he wanted was a coffee
from a coffee shop that tasted better then one from a gas station.
He set the cup down, lamented his wasted money, and tapped the button
on his blue-tooth. “Saito Engeneering, CEO office, Arthur
speaking, can I help you?”
you always answer your phone that way Arthur?”
mind went numb at that familiar gravel and his elbow slipped into the
side of the styrofoam cup. “God Damnit!”
darling, your intellect is showing.”
scowled at the air despite the thrill that swelled in his stomach at
the nickname. “Very funny.” He grabbed the blanket off his bed,
wiping at his pants leg and desk where the coffee had spilled. “What
can I do for you Mr. Eames?”
I do like the sound of that.”
swallowed but didn’t miss the slurring of the words, “Are you
chuckle rumbled in his chest even over the phone, “I am, and what
grasped for something, anything, that he could manage to say to that.
“Nothing but you’ve made me spill coffee on my favorite slacks.”
He flinched a little at the volume. “Oh come now don’t tell me
you’re one of those boys with his plaid button down and tan slacks
with black socks.”
couldn’t help the snicker, “Of course not.” He picked the coffee
up, remembered it was empty and dropped it into the garbage can by
his desk. “How do I know you’re not running around in a skirt.”
laughed, “Oh please, I’d never step out in anything less then a
dress.” Arthur was sure he heard the heavy lidded eyes. “I’m
actually wearing jeans and a shirt, no frocks, how about you?”
paused, “Did you just ask what I’m wearing?”
laughed a little, quietly, and Arthur couldn’t help but follow suit.
“Well darling you’re on to me.”
did ask first of course.” He was rambling.
Beep. He was more forceful this time and Eames stopped, “I
have another call.”
well far be it from me to interrupt work darling. Talk to you
later.” There was a click and a buzz and he tapped the button on
his blue-tooth again, “Saito Engeneering, CEO office, Arthur
speaking, can I help you?”
rolled back toward the wall again, lifting his phone and swiping
through the received calls. Twenty nine in the past five days from
numbers he didn’t know, nineteen from works numbers, but not one from
Mr. Eames. His finger hovered over the call button, staring at the
letters that spelled it out, Mr. Eames… Mr. Eames. He
dropped the phone, grumbled something about how stupid it was to
worry about it, and rolled back over. Why couldn’t he sleep? For
that matter why was this man popping in and out of his mind while he
was laying here not sleeping?
quick, double buzz from the offending device was enough to bring him
to tears, almost. That would be Mr. Saito, most likely needing him
to send a car to get him from his mistresses house, because who else
would text him this early? He hated his job on a more and more
regular basis. He swiped a thumb across the message icon and it
popped up for him to read.
come to my attention that I may have drunk dialed you the other
night, and as I can be an obstinate arse when I’m drunk I’m sure I
offended you, and I apologize for it. I promise not to bother you
again. - E
stared at the phone, at the apology he’d just read, and and tried to
think of what to say to that. It was an all too familiar occurrence
when he talked to Mr. Eames, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he liked
it. He tapped at the keyboard a few times, none of the words forming
on the screen seemed to come anywhere near what was racing through
his mind. Eventually, without really noticing, he sent the first
thing that he managed to type that made any sense.
you admitted to wearing dresses. He watched the glaring LCD
screen in the darkness of 1 am and waited for an answer. It dawned
on him again how ridiculous this all was.
most decidedly did not. - E
laughed. Oh yes, said you wouldn’t be caught dead in a
could imagine the indignation in the answer that came quickly after
that. Well of course, I’m English not Scottish, we don’t
wear skirts. - E
was nice talking to him without actually talking. He didn’t find
himself getting distracted so easily by the way he curved his vowels,
the way he laughed that made him shiver. It was kind of nice.
don’t believe you.
really? - E
answer was quick and then nothing. He was part way through what he
considered a rather witty response about how nice he was sure Eames’
calves were when another message popped up. Nothing appeared but a
gray square and he considered he might have given Eames too much
credit if he was just going to answer him with emoticons. He tapped
the message and an image opened, and he immediately reevaluated that
back at him with a a little wave was an absolutely gorgeous man who
appeared to be only wearing a pair of garish purple paisley sweat
pants. He had medium blonde hair swept back to reveal a pleasant
face with blue eyes and the most ridiculous lips Arthur had ever
seen. He had obviously just taken it laying haphazardly on a set of
navy sheets, the camera held up in his other hand. Arthur’s eyes
went back and forth over the picture, memorizing the little curve of
the smile on those god-awful, perfect lips. The broad shoulders and
solidly built frame, even those absolutely dreadful pajamas. They
were not at all the features he’d imagined the owner of that
incredible voice looking like but so much better then everything he’d
imagined at the same time.
quick buzz-buzz had him swiping back to his messages. How long had
he been staring at that picture?
broken your phone then I take it darling? - E
could feel the rumbling chuckle even though he couldn’t hear it.
fingers searched for something sensible to type but nothing came to
mind. The only things he could focus on were those lips, those
shoulders, and just how low on his hips those terrible pants were.
Not at all Mr. Eames. I was just trying to decide if those pants
were a mean joke someone played on you.
happen to love these trousers. - E
it’s a very mean joke then.
couldn’t help the stupid grin as he sat there, alone in his room in
the middle of the night as he texted a man he had talked to for no
more then eight minutes. He was being stupid, and childish, and he
didn’t care nearly as much as he knew he should have.
do I know you’re not wearing a dress? - E
stared at the phone and shook his head. Because I too, am
it. - E
stared at the phone. He wasn’t talking to him, it was a text, but he
was sure he knew exactly the timbre he would have used to say that
and he had to take a very long breath.
showed you mine and all that. - E
suddenly felt incredibly inadequate. He had always been thin, not
scrawny but lean and gangly, and he’d spent no measurable time
outside in the past month between work and trying to actually sleep.
He was not broad and well built like Eames, he was not slightly tan
like Eames, and he certainly didn’t have any hideous pajama pants
laying around. He looked around, grabbed the first shirt he found
and pulled it on. He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt
to keep it from looking too terrible although he wasn’t expecting it
to help much. When he was sure he looked at least presentable he
dropped back onto the bed and held his phone up, searching for an
angle he didn’t absolutely despise and marveling at how paranoid he
was about this.
took the picture, scowled at it, took another one where he returned
Eames’ little wave and stared at it just long enough to feel self
conscious about it before he clicked send. Why did he always look so
young? He looked like a teenager in a collage t-shirt but at least
he looked half-way decent.
waited, and the two minutes that ticked by seemed like thirty before
the phone buzzed in his hand again. Harvard boy? - E
looked down at his Harvard shirt and sweatpants as if they had said
anything else. Yes.
always said it should be Cambridge or absolutely nothing, but I’ve
kept you up, and I’m sure you have to work. Goodnight darling. - E
was a long pause on the other end of the line, “Hmmm… never have
I ever… oh, been to a Disney park.” Arthur didn’t drink and
Eames laughed, “Really? But you live in the states!”
are other things to do in America besides go to Disney.” He stared
around his room for something to inspire his next turn.
that I’ve noticed.” The clink of ice as he took a sip, “You have
to meet mickey mouse and ride the teacups at least once in your life
or you aren’t really American. Alright, your turn darling.”
eyes landed on the computer. “Never have I ever signed up for an
online dating service.” The clink of ice was unmistakable.
hush.” He chuckled deep in his chest somewhere and Arthur
appreciated the fact he couldn’t see his face turning pink
immeasurably. “My mother is very pushy and knows how to use the
a dating service….”
well, things happen. Your turn.”
it’s your turn.” Arthur laughed a little. “I just went.”
made a noise that caused Arthur’s lungs to stop working, “Alright,
never have I ever answered a drunken call from a stranger and then
proceeded to talk to him on a regular basis.”
not always drunk.” Arthur drank, and a thought occurred to him,
“Never have I ever fallen for someone based purely on their voice.”
There was a pause and then the unmistakable clink of ice, and by the
rules of the game, as he had lied, he drank as quietly as he possibly
woke up the day after his birthday only half awake, his sleep short
and perfectly terrible. Eames called him, like clockwork, between
ten thirty and eleven his time every three days, and this particular
call would have been the only time anyone besides Mr. Saito would
have told him happy birthday, but he’d waited until two and no call
had come, so he’d tossed and turned all night and he didn’t know why.
rolled over and hit the alarm button on his phone only to find a
video message alert. He scrubbed at his face and hit the button to
prompt the download. When the video began playing it was people he’d
never seen, a handful here and there all wishing him a happy
birthday, until he reached a pair who asked what it was for.
friend who can’t make it here and is having a birthday.”
was Eames. The girl in front of the camera asked who it was for and
Eames answered with, “Arthur.” Even though they were clearly at
a party and he could hardly hear it, he liked the way he said his
name. A few more people he didn’t know said something nice and then
an Indian man appeared, “Come on now Yusuf say something nice.”
birthday Arthur.” So this was Yusuf.
camera moved as Eames apparently went into his room and turned the
camera around so it was facing him, “In case your birthday was
terrible darling. Happy birthday Arthur.” The mischievous little
curve of his lips froze as the video stopped. He watched it ten more
times before he got out of bed.
spent his whole day at work checking his phone at ever decreasing
intervals, he’d found himself tapping his heel impatiently on the
floor under his desk, and now that he was home he was driving himself
batty staring at the phone on the arm of the couch. He was alone,
Dom and Mal had gone out for the evening, and he’d opted to stay home
because he knew he wouldn’t be worth having along tonight.
months he had been talking to Eames at lest twice a week. Six months
was a very long time to get into a routine, and sure enough he’d
found himself wired when he hadn’t heard from him like he usually
did, every three days or so. He grumbled something under his breath
about how stupid he was being and stopped his leg from tapping again.
It wasn’t even that he had anything to say to him really, he just
missed hearing his voice, missed the chuckle that would accompany any
silly little comment he made.
missed Eames. He had never once met the man and he missed him like a
friend that hadn’t been home to see you from school in a year.
was pathetic really, he knew it would end. This man obviously had
more important things to do then sit on the phone with him and talk
about nothing for hours. Even on nights when they’d had things to
talk about, made plans for their own respective weeks, there had been
nothing really said. They’d talked about their lives,their families
to a point, Eames had explained the difference between 'bloody’ and
'fuck’, but they hadn’t exactly been sharing the most intimate
details of their souls or anything. They were just friends with
unlimited talk on their phone plans.
Eames called he wouldn’t answer.
wasn’t at Eames’ beckon call. Just because Eames called didn’t mean
he had to talk after all, if the man was so busy he couldn’t call
then he was too busy to answer. It was far too late to be up talking
on the phone anyway, he had to work, he had to sleep even if he
wasn’t tired at all. He stood, stretched his back, turned off the TV
he wasn’t really watching and headed for bed. He would just forget
about it, maybe delete the contact and the stupid picture he’d set to
it of him laying back on those navy blue sheets with those hideous
phone rang and he answered it absentmindedly, “Saito Engeneering,
CEO office, Arthur speaking, can I help you?”
to call so late darling.” He winced at the pet name and felt his
anger slipping through his grasp. “Just wanted to say goodnight
before I caught a cab.”
Arthur tried to sound uninterested.
stopped expecting Yusuf to pick me up places, it’s cut down on my
time wandering the city immensely.” He could hear what sounded
like a crowd in the background. “I would have called sooner but
my mum insisted I stay a few extra days and my phone doesn’t work
overseas like it does here, and did you know it would have cost one
pound a minute to call the states?”
tried not to get sucked in by his outlandish response to such a
thing, by the laugh when he made a joke he found funny, by the way he
imagined Eames looked talking on his phone like this in the middle of
the night to other people. He failed miserably.
hours later he hung up, the warm feeling on his skin from Eames’
goodnight making his heart pound harder then anything else in recent
is that?” Eames asked, shifting around his room on the other end
of the line.
watch the movie Mr. Eames.” Arthur answered, watching his own TV
as some alien or another went past. “I can’t believe you’ve never
seen Star Wars.”
chuckled, “Well I’ve never seen much reason, but if you recommend
it.” Arthur heard the sounds in his own room a second after they
came over the phone. “Now why is Harrison Ford talking to a
laughed, “You’re a terrible date Mr. Eames.” As he words slipped
out of his mouth he went still on his bed. This wasn’t a date, this
was him watching a movie over a phone with someone who he had never
even met. It wasn’t like he was even suggesting that it could be
one, Eames knew what he meant.
depends on what we’re doing, darling. I’m terrible at films but I’m
better at the end.”
will never guess what I’m doing right now Mr. Eames.” Arthur
smiled at the thought of Eames trying to figure it out.
by the sound of it you’re in public so my guess is out.”
struggled to keep the pink off his face. “Oh please. I am
currently standing in line with the bosses daughter to ride the
Arthur chuckled this time, the little girl holding his hand swaying
excitedly next to him so much that she nearly knocked the blue tooth
out of his ear. “And later I’ve got to take her to meet Mickey
Mouse because her parents are working on a p-a-r-t-y for her.”
now you’re properly American.” Eames answered with his own little
chuckle. “And you picked a good first call to make I suppose. Try
and have fun, I’ll cal you later though, I’ve got to go tell a room
full of ugly old men I’m not terrible at my job. Goodbye darling.”
Mr. Eames.” Arthur said in a half daze, had this been the first
time Arthur had ever called him? He thought back, stepping forward
in line absently. Every time they’d talked it had been around the
same time at night, and he had, in fact, never once placed the call.
his excitement to share this new development he’d forgotten that they
both had jobs, that they both had real lives outside of each other,
and he had just intruded on Eames’, and Eames hadn’t treated it like
an intrusion. He felt a little thrill in the pit of his stomach and
stared at the children and parents in line in front of them. He was
a part of Eames’ actual life, and he wasn’t sure if that scared him
or made him float a few inches off the ground.
do you have any special plans for tonight darling?”
considered. “Dom and Mal said something about going out to dinner
but nothing special.” He had never really made much of his own
birthday, but this wasn’t just his birthday, this was Eames’. This
was different. “But this is Saturday night , surely you have a
party to go to or a date for later.” He kind of hoped that he
would say he wasn’t dating anyone else, that they were in love, or
something equally as disgusting and perfect.
say I do.” Eames chuckled a little, “Wouldn’t want to have to
miss out on our call after all.”
felt his heart racing in his throat. He knew how he felt, he knew
how he wished Eames felt, but how exactly did you explain something
like that over the phone to someone you’d never met? In nearly a
year that they had been talking they had never even told one another
where they lived. Eames knew he grew up in New York, was an only
child, liked grilled cheese and tomato soup when it was cold, and
that argyle was his favorite kind of sock. He knew that Eames was
from London, had three younger siblings, loved paisley in garish
colors, and that he had a voice that made Arthur’s toes curl. They
had exchanged pictures, he knew every curve of Eames face, he
imagined Eames knew his as well, he even bought a bottle of Eames’
preferred cologne just to see what it smelled like.
truth of the matter was they hadn’t been in the same room. “Well
if I were there Mr. Eames I would take you on a date.”
smiled, he knew because he’d heard it so many times before. “I
wouldn’t want you to take me anywhere darling.” Arthur was
positive he heard the sound of blankets being moved. There was quiet
on the other end of the line then, the kind of quiet that didn’t
invite him to fill it so he left it be. “Do… do you ever have
…” Arthur had never heard him stumble over his words before.
“trouble, I suppose, sleeping? If we don’t talk at night that is.
Another smile, slowly this time, “Here I was thinking I was mad.”
didn’t even look at the man properly as he mentioned, again, just how
much he adored Arthur’s dimples. He smiled a little, thanked him
with curt nod, and sipped at his drink. He wasn’t much into bars or
clubs but Mal had insisted he come and all but dragged him out the
door. Apparently he was spending far too much time in his room. He
needed to socialize with real people not just talk on the phone.
didn’t know he was just out a few nights ago with Dom to buy a ring
so he could purpose, and he wasn’t going to tell her that, so here he
sat. To his right an man, tall and pale with long hair and an ugly
shirt, that looked completely at odds with the neon and the small
dance floor, and to his left a perfectly attractive man with cheek
bones for days and bluer eyes then were humanly possible. Yet here
he was absently spinning his phone on the bar and not really paying
any attention to any of it.
was watching the second hand tick on and on and on behind the glass
of the cat clock on the wall. He was ignoring the gorgeous man in a
business suit that had bought him a drink and talked about god knows
what for twenty minutes and all he could do was watch the minute hand
creep from ten thirty toward eleven.
man said something about maybe finding a table, a corner somewhere,
he considered it for a moment before the edge of the phone he was
touching vibrated in his hand and he looked down. Waving up at him
with that perfect smile was Eames and he smiled back. “Actually, I
have to take this.” He gestured to the phone as he pushed himself
off the stool. “Thanks though.” He was out the door just in
time to answer the call. “Saito Engeneering, CEO office, Arthur
speaking, can I help you?” Eames laughed as he turned down the
stared at the ceiling of his hotel room. It had been a week since he
had talked to Eames, a discussion that had turned from the music they
had been listening too while he wondered what it would be like to
dance with the man to an explanation that they wouldn’t be able to
talk for a little while because he was was going out of the country
for a few weeks. Arthur knew that it was something important, some
kind of board meeting or another, but he still wished Eames didn’t
have to go. When he’d said as much he’d gotten a laugh he’d never
heard before, but he liked it.
here he was, on a business trip with Mr. Saito, in the most romantic
city in the world and he couldn’t even describe Paris to Eames over
the phone. He put a hand over his phone where it lay next to him and
wondered if Eames was staring up at his ceiling thinking the same
kind of thing.
if on cue the phone buzzed twice and Arthur picked it up, opening the
message with a swipe of his thumb. The gray square that indicated a
picture popped up and he tapped it. It proved to be a shot of Eames
in what looked like pajamas laying on a hotel bed. Under it a short
message read 'wish you were here’.
stared at it for a moment and without hesitation tapped a few times
at the screen and called him. The phone rang through and Arthur was
surprised when Eames picked up, sounding as if he’d nearly been
sounds of Eames shifting around, presumably to get in a more
comfortable position, were almost as familiar as his voice at this
point. “This is a surprise darling, I just sent you something
know, I just got it and thought I’d call.” Arthur chewed on his
bottom lip, “I figured paying for one over-seas call wouldn’t be a
big deal, it’s not like it’s really that far anyway, I imagine.”
chuckled a little, “Well the states are pretty far away at the
not in the states.” Arthur answered, his fingers absently drawing
circles on the bed sheet, “I’m actually at a meeting in Paris. The
hotel is lovely.”
was a quiet on the other end of the line that Arthur couldn’t
interpenetrate. “Oh really? Where are you staying?”
smiled at the inflection in those words. “The Four Seasons George
the fifth, right near the water and the Eiffel Tower.” He glanced
out his window, “I can actually see it from my bed, of course I
don’t have one of the truly expensive rooms so it’s not the best view
but it’s still a view.”
chuckled, “In the 8th arrondissement?” Arthur made a
somewhat affirmative noise and he heard the twist of Eames’ mouth as
he smiled and shifted around. “I’ve stayed there, it’s a nice
place. Which room are you in?”
smiled, “417. It’s not the Parisian suite but I get the whole
thing to myself.” He shrugged half heartedly, “To be honest this
is one of the nicer 'plain’ rooms I’ve ever had. There’s a couch and
laughed, “So the boss takes the big room and leaves you to fend for
a mini-bar and room service Mr. Eames, I’d hardly call this fending
for anything.” He rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face
in his pillow, “I never thought I’d be in a hotel in Paris alone of
course but at least I can’t hear someone going at it through the
wall.” There was a knock at the door and a woman’s voice announced
housekeeping. Arthur ignored it. “That would be interesting
though, here it wouldn’t be my roommate and his girlfriend, it could
be the president for all I’d know.”
chuckled a little but as he breathed in to say something the knock
sounded again, “Will you get that before she barges in and starts
hoovering your bed or something?” Eames started to say something
else, a garbled, strange sound overtaking him, and Arthur pulled the
phone away from his ear to look at the screen as it ended the call.
Great, just wonderful.
on the door brought him out of his scowl. “Yeah alright.”
Arthur was up, stretched his back, and got to the door as another set
of knocks started. “I don’t need any….” He stared at the
twist of those perfect lips as Eames smiled at him. His mouth opened
a few times as if to say something but nothing came out until finally
his voice managed a weak, “Hello Mr. Eames.”
words had barely left his mouth when Eames stepped toward him and
pulled him in. Arthur felt his heart pounding in his ears as those
disgustingly perfect lips met his and the entire hotel, hell the
entire world, seemed to vanish around them. By the time they finally
separated Arthur could hardly breath and he watched those lips curl
into another perfect smile as Eames chuckled, this time actually
vibrating all the way into Arthur’s chest, “Hello Darling, I think
we got disconnected.”
grabbed the front of the Harvard shirt he was wearing, which if he
had looked at it he would have noticed exactly matched his own, and
pulled Eames into the room.