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citrinekay · 5 years ago

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If youre still taking prompts: during the atlanta case days holden is just so worn down and he’s been working with other detectives and not bill so when they finally meet at the hotel he just collapses in bill’s arms 🥺

I’m sorry in advance if this is too angsty 😏 Thanks for the prompt!

Bill gets to Atlanta at seven-thirty in the morning, giving him just enough time to change his clothes and grab something to eat before the start of the day at the taskforce. The hotel corridors are quiet except for the cleaning staff dutifully rolling their carts from one guest to the next.

His room is already made up when he arrives. Easing the door shut behind him, he leans against the wall with a low sigh. The four walls of this hotel room are becoming as familiar to him as his own house, only here there’s generic carpet and muted, cold decor, everything stifled and impersonal. No undertone of panic or stress. He can deflate, and stop holding his breath so much.

Bill rubs a hand over his face as the thought arises. He’d rather be here. Surrounded by dead children and indifferent hotel wallpaper, he’d rather be here than home. Jesus Christ, when did things get so bad?

He drops his bag in the corner, and hits the bathroom before getting himself ready to head over to the taskforce headquarters. He’s looping his tie around his neck when a soft knock at the door interrupts the solitude of the hotel room.

Bill crosses the room, and the knock comes again just before he grabs the door handle. He yanks the door open to see Holden standing in the hallway.

“Holden,” Bill says, his brow furrowing as his gaze quickly absorbs the dark circles and the bloodshot, glassy quality of his eyes. His cheeks are flushed, as if he’s been crying. Then Bill notices that his trousers are soaked through and stained with mud.

“What the hell happened?” Bill asks.

“We found another body this morning.” Holden says, his voice low and hoarse. “I pulled it out of the river.”

“You did?”

“Can I come in?” Holden asks, ignoring Bill’s question.

Bill frowns at him for a moment before standing aside.

The last time Holden knocked on this door was in the early days of the investigation, before the situation at home exploded and he was forced to hide the truth from everyone on the task force. Their casual, on-again-off-again arrangement has since lapsed into resolute off-again, driven by stress, by secrets, and finally, by anger. After the confrontation by the river, Bill hadn’t expected Holden to show up at his door again, much less ask to come in. He’d figured whatever give and take they’d been enjoying was over, at least until Atlanta comes to an end - a possibility which grows more distant with every day that passes.

As Holden shuffles just across the threshold, Bill inspects his tremulous profile carefully, and quickly decides this isn’t about something as banal as a hankering for a blowjob, a task Bill could have easily handled. The emotion in Holden’s glassy eyes is much pricklier, a landmine of emotional suffering, of doubt, of fear. Holden’s low moments of despair or panic have always jostled in Bill’s hands like a live hand grenade with the pin pulled free, his course touch indelicate and unskilled at putting out the fires - this moment feels no different than a panic attack in Vacaville.

Bill lets the door fall shut behind Holden, feeling his chest tighten with worry.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

Holden stares blankly at the floor, his eyes misty and unblinking. He smells like the salt and mud of the river, and he’s gently shivering in his soaked through clothes.

Bill edges closer. “Do you need something from me?”

Holden’s gaze flickers up from the carpet, and he draws in a deep breath. He begins to nod just before the tears well in the corners of his eyes, and his mouth trembles. He takes a staggered step forward, and falls into Bill’s chest with a choked sob. Burying his face in Bill’s shoulder, he draws in a shuddering, tearful breath.

Stunned, Bill stands still as Holden pushes closer, and gingerly curls his arms around Bill’s waist. Between them, what do you need? falls into a different context than an embrace. It usually ends with one of them on their knees.

“Holden-” Bill stammers, glancing down nervously at Holden’s head tucked against his shoulder, unsure of how to proceed.

“Bill, please.” Holden whispers, his voice choked. “I just need a minute.”

Bill presses his mouth shut. He wraps his arms hesitantly around Holden’s shoulders as he feels the lingering hostility between them begin to fade. Holden curls tighter against him, hanging on like this embrace is his last lifeline. His quiet sobs are contained and muffled in the front of Bill’s shirt, but his shoulders shake uncontrollably. Bill can feel his entire body trembling and seizing with panicked desperation, coming harder and harder as the floodgates surge open. Wet heat blossoms across the fabric of Bill’s shirt, absorbing Holden’s tears, his gasping, broken breaths, his smothered whimpers of despair.

“It’s okay.” Bill hears himself whispering as he holds Holden closer and rubs his palm up and down his shuddering back. “It’s okay.”

He needs it to be okay. He needs Holden to be okay. While he’s off every weekend trying to keep everything at home from spiraling out of control, he needs Holden to be here in Atlanta level-headed and focused. But maybe he had expected too much of his partner. Maybe, given all he knows about Holden and his emotional stability, he shouldn’t have expected Holden to carry this investigation on his driven yet delicate shoulders.

Gradually, Holden’s crying eases until he’s quietly clinging to Bill’s waist with his face buried in the wet patch he’d created on Bill’s shirt. The tremors rippling beneath Bill’s hand are subdued between hitched breaths.

Bill reaches up to gently cradle Holden’s nape, and guide his face back from his shoulder. Holden’s gaze focuses on the carpet as Bill takes in his flushed, wet cheeks and puffy eyes.

He sniffs quietly, and presses his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just-”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Bill soothes, wiping Holden’s cheek with his thumb. A stray tear streaks from his eyelashes, getting caught up in the caress.

Holden turns his cheek into the touch, and lets out a tremulous sigh of relief. He composes himself for a moment before opening his eyes again.

“I know you can’t be here all the time. But … But I really wish you could be.” He says, his voice raspy from crying.

Bill swallows hard. The confession echoes something unspoken like I miss you, or I need you.

“I’m sorry, too.” Bill whispers.

“No, don’t be.” Holden says, lifting his gaze to anxiously meet Bill’s. “You have to take care of your family.”

An agreement lodges in the back of Bill’s throat as he absorbs the weight of Holden’s eyes on him, the glassy blue of them like the reflection in a solitary lake under the dome of the vacant sky. They’re looking up at him just the same, as if they’re regarding the heavens, searching for some ineffable answer to their wrestle in the darkness.

Yes, I do have to take care of my family. He should be saying. He should be retrieving his hand from Holden’s cheek, but the dampness of tears clings to his skin, sinking in deeper past superficial layers into blood and bone. There’s some primal sting in their wetness leaking through his shirt into his shoulder, a fiery urge to protect and hold on until the fear evaporates, a magnetic pull that feels nothing like the raw ache for release that they know how to share.

Holden breathes softly against his cheeks, a low, raspy noise that counts out the seconds of stretching silence between them. His hands nudge hesitantly against Bill’s waist as Bill shifts closer, his fingers sinking into the hair at Holden’s nape. He pulls Holden against him once more, and buries his face in Holden’s neck.

Holden makes a quiet sound of surprise as Bill’s arms cinch tighter around his waist to drag him in. He rises up onto his toes to meet Bill’s embrace, and slips his arms around Bill’s shoulders.

Bill inhales the scent of Holden’s throat, the lingering tang of aftershave and a fine layer of sweat over the salt of river water. He closes his eyes, and memorizes the feeling of Holden’s body wrapped around his. He takes this moment - Holden’s trembling weakness and longing for assurance - for himself selfishly, knowing, or rather believing, that it can’t live beyond these few seconds.

When he pulls back, Holden is gazing at him curiously.

“We should get back.” Bill says, “They’ll be waiting for us.”

He turns to grab at the door handle, frustrated with his lack of composure, but Holden catches him by the elbow.

“I miss you when you’re gone.” He says, quietly.

Bill presses his eyes shut, fighting back the urge to turn around now and kiss him hard across the mouth. They don’t kiss and they don’t hug; and Atlanta is no place for these tenderly blooming feelings which seem to have struck him from out of the clear blue sky.

Still, he can’t stop himself from whispering, “I miss you, too.”

Holden draws in a hitched breath. “You do?”

Bill casts him a guarded gaze. “Yes, but we both have a job to do. I’ve got my family to take care of.”

Holden nods. “Right. This won’t happen again.”

Bill clenches his jaw, some small part of him flinching at that assurance. He nods, and turns to leave the room. As he strides down to the hall, trying to focus his mind on work, he doesn’t spare a glance backwards.

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ohgoddard · 4 years ago

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Fist of Fire.9.

Terror.

Jack Hoehn awoke with terror filling his very molecule. Where am I, what’s going on?! Thoughts raced through his mind. He stood up and looked around, thrust his arm forward and..

Nothing.

Terror filled the body in a much higher capacity than it ever did.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

A voice echoed around him. Jack Hoehn looked around, all he saw was room after room of beige peeling wallpaper, flashing office lights on stained stained office ceilings, and moldy carpet, and no way out. It was not too cold, it was not too hot. It was… nothing. But to Jack Hoehn, it was something terrifying.

“Who are you?!” Jack screams out. He began spinning in place, looking around. An echoing laughter fills the halls and office spaces around Jack. “Do you not see the Irony? I know you do.” The voice felt as close as whispering in his ear and as far away as space. Jack spun round, flinging sweat from his neck and brow. “You would be far less afraid if you didn’t know where you were.” The voice seemed to envelop him, Jack falling to the floor cradling himself.

“Nonononono, this can't be happening. This can't be happening. This is not possible.. I can’t.. No one can use my..” Jack stops as he hears walking coming toward him. “Ah, but apparently one can.” It was the voice, and the voice had a body to it now. It was a tall body, in a three piece suit, with a cane. “No one but I can use your quirk against you Eldritch.” The man in the suit walked forward to Jack, sinking into the floor until disappearing, as if walking down a hidden set of stairs.

Jack started to run. He started to sprint down the hallways and office spaces, looking around. All he saw was the same wallpaper, the same lights, the same ceiling. He wasn’t sure if he wanted that to change. The voice seemed to whisper in both ears at once, Jack feeling the heat of his breath. “You know better than this. To run.” Jack turned a corner, another beige wall, another flickering ceiling light. He began to see shadows in the corner. He began running harder.

“The news won’t say anything important about you, you know.” The voice sounded as if they were on his shoulders. “An old black man found dead in Atlanta. So what if he was a hero. At Least to me, you mean enough to kill you. To them? Not even the evening news.” Jack smacked both his shoulders and screamed in frustration and fear. “I'M NOT WHO I WAS! THIS ISN’T REAL.YOU CAN’T HURT ME. I CANNOT HURT!” Jack covered his hands over his ears and kept running, his body beginning to feel weak. He swear he's heard this voice before, his memory trying its hardest to remember amidst the fog.

A memory of Laurens SHS, the only people who he could call a family before he married. A memory of long nights where he would trap the perps in their own suffering before the police carted them away. Of Washington DC when..

“Planeteer?!” A roar bellowed behind Jack as the lights flicker in the forever hallway. And each flicker showed a new shadow creeping ever closer to him. The voice slithered inside his head and whispered softly. “I think you better keep running~.” Jack screamed in agony, kneeling as he clutched his head. The lights kept turning on and off, revealing walkers and beasts of darkness inching closer and closer to him. Jack was backing into a corner, raising his arms out of a vain hope his bolts would shoot out.. But nothing.

The man in the three piece suit appeared out of the flickering lights, twirling his cane. He spoke in a soft singsong voice to Jack. “I would always watch, never participate, but watch. You would grab those who would attack our clients and hold them in a cell of their own creation. Eternal torment until the police arrived.” Jack backed into the corner, having nowhere else to go. Slimy, cold liquid was drooling onto his bare shoulder. His clothes were gone, him wearing nothing all of a sudden. “I never thought it was all too heroic, really. If the world knew about Eldritch the torturer instead of Eldritch the Jailer, you would be far more popular. “ He stops in front of him, placing his cane on the ground. Jack looks up at him and tries to speak, but finds his mouth garbled, a pool of silver liquid pouring out. The flashing yellow lights from the ceiling reflect like gold off his eyes as they dart in terror. Tentacles of shadow lash to his arms and legs, restraining him to the corner.

The man in the three piece suit leans in. “Laurens never loved you. We all knew it. He kept you around as insurance. Too dangerous to be on the streets. In fact, he’s the whole reason you’re in this right now. For more than one reason.” He chuckles as Jack begins to squirm against his restraints, smoke rising from the chaffing. “He had a contingency plan for you. He knew that if you were placed in so much shock that your quirk would overtake yourself, and you’d be destroyed by it. And, I do believe, coming home from work to see your wife dead in the kitchen.” He laughs and gives a small clap to himself. “Oh, you should have seen your face. My being here is all orchestrated. Far before I even meant to do it. Shame I could not get your kids though,” he says as he wipes a tear from his eyes, “ah the wonders of private school security. I’d never be able to break into the Academy. But, soon I will not need to.” Jack's hands break from one of the tethers and begins to claw at his chest , leaving gouges in his own flesh.

The man in the three piece suit stands, unimpressed.”Really, didn’t think you’d crack so easily. Well, when you mean Tapout in hell,” he begins to turn and puts on a tophat, “ tell him Emesh sent his regards.” As he walked into a wall and disappeared, the lights shut off for good. And then the beasts attacked.

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Jade was surprised when she got to seventh period and saw that there was a substitute teacher today. “Where's Reverse?” she asked the sub, a rather unimpressive man by all means.

“He’s attending to personal business. Now, class..” As Jade took her seat and the sub passed out busy work, she wondered where he was.

Reverse stood at the end of a metal table, surrounded by the 6 other living members of Laurens SHS. They all collectively looked down at the pile of guts and torn flesh that is all that remains of the former professional hero, Eldritch. The morgue had allowed them time alone with the body, as they prepared the paperwork for the state.

“It's another one of us..” Snowthrone spoke. All faces were somber, solemn. Before them was a member of their family. Sure, he was rough sometimes with the perps, but he was family. None of them knew the truth that Victor and Emesh knew. “I never thought he’d be gotten. He seemed...too arcane to attempt”, Ribbon spoke, all emotion being blocked from her voice. Her eyes glistened red. The body of Eldritch was found inside his home next to the body of his wife, completely separated. It had been two days, the coroner said, that he'd been dead. Only found by the smell.

Reverse looked down at the body, and saw what no one else did. He knew Eldritch, and he knew him as a smart guy. A guy who knew when he was beat. So he wouldn’t be killed for nothing, he’d leave something behind. He had to. It's who he is...was.. Reverse looked at the body, hand covered over mouth, until he saw it.

A patch of skin from the body, untorn save for scratches on it. Except, these scratches formed three letters. Reverse peered closer at them, and when he did his blood turned to ice.

The three letters carved into the body of Eldritch by his own hand were “A.H.A”.

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servicemastecleanatlanta · 8 years ago

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kpki · 5 years ago

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Homecoming for Alice Walker in Eatonton, GA

Alice Walker, the first African-American female writer to win a Pulitzer Prize for Literature, came home to Eatonton, Georgia on Saturday, July 13 to a public celebration of her 75th birthday year.

I joyfully attended the sold-out Alice Walker 75, an event of welcome, inclusion, and openness. The kind of day where you sit with strangers and make new friends, where you alternately beam with joy and cry with the type of happiness that comes with the feeling that, here, in Alice Walker’s calm presence, all is right in this little corner of the world.

Walker was the eighth child of sharecroppers born and raised in Eatonton, a sleepy, segregated middle Georgia town that she left after being awarded a scholarship to Spelman College in Atlanta. As Valedictorian and Homecoming Queen at the all-black Butler-Baker High School, she was well aware of class divisions and racism in her native Georgia, which inspired the activist spirit in her soul.

Despite loving relationships with her family and friends, Walker consciously put Eatonton in her rearview mirror. Her participation in Alice Walker 75 marked her first official connection to the town since 1986 when Eatonton hosted a premiere of the film The Color Purple (based on her award-winning book by the same name).

Alice Walker 75

Walker and Valerie Boyd during their conversation

The Saturday, July 13, 2019 celebration was a first-class affair organized by both locals and several Atlantans, including co-chairs Valerie Boyd, UGA journalism professor and author of Wrapped in Rainbows: The Life of Zora Neale Hurston, and Lou Benjamin, co-founder of the Briar Patch Arts Council of Eatonton. It was presented by the Georgia Writers Museum and many sponsors.

My View

Being a busy weekend in the middle of summer, none of my friends were available to join me. So, I bought myself the full-day ticket and secretly cherished an opportunity to take it all in without any distractions.

As soon as I drove into the quiet downtown, the sight of street banners welcoming Walker and her guests immediately brought tears to my eyes. How far we’ve come, I thought, from my early career days with Georgia Tourism promoting the Uncle Remus Museum and Rock Eagle. While those are still beloved, it feels like the town has come full circle toward its authentic identity.

I walked the block full of storefronts in downtown Eatonton, where each was decked in purple clothing, balloons, ribbons and photos of Walker. One storefront displayed copies of Walker’s books, 60s female artist album covers (Roberta Flack’s First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and Janis Ian’s debut album) and Walker quotes incorporated into handmade art.

As I meandered down the block and east to the Plaza Arts Center, host location of most activities, the red carpet welcome could not have been more evident, from a sign pointing to free event parking at the Methodist Church to nature doing its part with a profusion of purple Passion Flowers in bloom at the gorgeous Victorian home across the street.

I made my way inside the beautifully refurbished Arts Center, once a school, where an abundance of local volunteers in brightly graphic event T-shirts made the check-in line short and friendly.

And So It Begins …

When we bought our tickets, guests were given a choice of sold-out area bus tours or a documentary film showing. Those who know me well can probably guess which choice I made, to see the 2010 documentary Alice Walker: Beauty in Truth followed by a conversation with filmmaker Pratibha Parmar. The exceptional documentary brought forth much emotion from the audience. I highly recommend watching it; you can stream it for $9.99 on Vimeo.

After the film, I took my bagged lunch outside and invited myself to sit with perfect strangers, who turned out to be a diverse group of new friends I hope will stay in touch. I met the retired Emeritus Professor of History at Georgia College & State University and his wife, along with another Georgia College professor who was the main tour guide volunteer, and two Atlanta women in their 50s who have been friends since high school in New Orleans.

Attendees with Rebecca Walker (2nd from left) and her father Melvyn Leventhal

Among the many things I learned from my new friends is that there is an entire track of study at Georgia College based on the history and works of Alice Walker. I may have to enroll!

While my observation was that there were more African-American women over age 50 in attendance than any other demographic, the crowd was a healthy mix of black, brown and white: young people, elderly folk, and area residents more apparent by their attire which ranged from seersucker jackets and pressed khakis for the men to specially-made Butler-Baker High School T-shirts worn by Ms. Walker’s friends. The latter gesture was a complete surprise to her. The shouts, screams and hugs when her friends spotted her in the auditorium left few dry eyes in the room.

An Inspiring Afternoon

During the afternoon, an accomplished group of writers and performers paid tribute to Walker as she sat in her namesake boxed seats in the Arts Center auditorium. Violinist and writer Melanie Hill got the entire crowd, including Walker, moving in their seats with her stirring opening of Stevie Wonder’s “As.”

Walker’s biographer Evelyn White, Atlantan Tayari Jones, author of the bestselling 2018 novel An American Marriage; Agnes Scott College poetry professor and author Kamilah Aisha Moon; Daniel Black, novelist and Clark Atlanta University professor; and Walker’s daughter, writer/activist Rebecca Walker, all touched me deeply with their poignant choices of Walker’s poetry and book passages. At one point, my seatmate handed me a wad of tissues. Maybe it was when Rebecca read “We have a beautiful mother,” crying as she struggled to get those five words out.

Walker’s 14-year-old grandson, Tenzin, capped the tribute with his polished piano performance of a song he composed just for the event, which visibly moved both Walker and her daughter.

Later in the day, Walker seemed happily surprised yet again when her former husband, noted Civil and Voting Rights Attorney Melvyn Leventhal, and Margaret Avery, the actress who played Shug Avery in The Color Purple, both offered champagne toasts to her.

It’s Not a Party Unless You Dance

Walker and Valerie Boyd during their conversation

Following the last event, a no-holds-barred conversation between Walker and Valerie Boyd, we all got a fun surprise – an invitation to join Walker and Boyd on stage, and as Walker said, “it’s not a party if there’s no dancing.” Around 100 of the 500 guests, myself included, took her up on the offer. Walker’s curated song choices: Rock Steady by Aretha Franklin and As by Stevie Wonder. You may find evidence on the Instagram hashtag #AW75!

No one that I interacted with left this event with anything but happy feelings and I’m still experiencing the Alice Walker high.

Closing Thoughts

I met a 36-year-old Political Science professor at Georgia College, Claire Sanders, who grew up in neighboring Greene County. Like my own, her joy was apparent. “This event is renewing my sense of hope for this area, for Georgia,” Sanders said. “Things are changing for the better here and being in the presence of Ms. Walker and having others see the inclusivity today is a highlight of my life.”

One of the organizers shared with me that the Putnam County Sheriff’s Department deputy, a white male, stationed outside the Arts Center said that, despite having to change his uniform three times due to the heat, he wanted to convey that it was one of the most meaningful events of his career.

Daniel Black made many of us laugh when he said, “She did not wait to die to be ancestral.” Indeed, Ms. Walker offered nearly 700 of us a wide-open look into her life, her family and her writing process.

What a gift she, the organizers and 119 volunteers gave to us! Happy 75th to my favorite American writer!

Rose Scott of Closer Look on WABE/90.1 FM interviewing author Tayari Jones

Read Atlanta Magazine’s story on Alice Walker 75 here!

#AW75 #Alice Walker #pulitzer prize #75th birthday #African American Writers #Tayari Jones #Melanie Hill #Rebecca Walker #Eatonton #The Color Purple #Authors #Writers #Poetry #Kamilah Aisha Moon #WABE

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themutantunderground · 6 years ago

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Linger Ch. 1

It's been a few months since the world ended. Now it's a zombie-filled wasteland, one where people still in possession of a brain are desperate to stay that way. Clarice finds herself reluctantly joining up with a small, ragtag group of survivors led by John, who's just trying to keep everyone he cares about alive. Maybe they'll make it somewhere safe. Eventually.

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That damn gash on her head was still sluggishly bleeding. Clarice could feel the warm, steady trickle starting to drip out from under the rag she had used to bind the wound. Reaching up, she gingerly tried to tug the rag down farther to sit fully on the cut, hissing at her own efforts. It stung, and behind the sting was a steady ache, like tiny fists wearing brass knuckles beating against the inside of her skull. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

She leaned back toward the bookshelves of the workroom, settling against the soft pillows and stuffed animals she had dragged there from the children's section. The musty smell of old pages was almost comforting, or it would have been if there wasn't a hint of mold.

The library was a decent, nearly secure location, but she hadn't been able to lock the broken front doors. A simple barricade had been easy enough to construct, just something to keep the normal zombies at bay, but if any of stronger types came by or if living survivors decided to visit for some light reading and looting, she was shit out of luck.

Still, this was way better than limping through town, vulnerable to any zombie that might have been lumbering around looking for a meal. Especially the fast ones. Regular zombies were bad enough, but those quick ones were hellish and impossible to get away from if you were limping even a little bit. With her scraped up side, twisted ankle, and head wound, she wasn't going anywhere fast.

Clarice hoped nothing was broken. It was a miracle she had walked away from the crash at all, and even more of one that she had made it all the way to the library without running across anything worse than the regular kind of zombie, what she referred to as ramblers. Her gun still had three bullets in it, if she had counted right, and there was her knife and the fire axe laying in the ground near her.

Maybe she wouldn't die immediately. Maybe she would hang on a couple days before something broke in to finish her off.

You never knew.

She should've paid more attention while she was driving her dirt bike. That stray tire in the road had come out of nowhere, it seemed, and she had been thrown from the bike. Luckily she had been slowing down. It could've been so much worse. Her jeans and leather jacket had taken a beating...new clothes were necessary now too.

Only a few months ago, she would've gone straight to the hospital after a crash like that. There would've been pain meds and an IV and X-rays, but she was lucky to have found some ibuprofen in one of the drawers in the workroom. Back then, she wouldn't be thinking about where to find new clothes because she could easily go to a store without worrying about what was lurking behind the doors. It wasn't like shoppers of the undead variety had been an issue.

It seemed like a century ago instead of just months.

Clarice reached for the water bottle at her side and then let her hand drop away. She had to conserve water. Before she had made a nest in the back room, she had looked in the staff lounge but the only water had been in a cooler and it had gone bad. Tomorrow she would try to get up and find a pharmacy...that way she could get water and meds. Something to patch herself up with. The library had been the safest location that she had stumbled across right after the crash. She should've gotten eaten by all rights, but somehow she had managed to wake up from getting knocked unconscious before a zombie found her.

She fiddled with the lid of the water bottle, wanting at least a sip. She refrained. Tomorrow she would find a whole pallet of water bottles. Sure. And then she would find a feather bed and a sexy butler and an entire stash of donuts.

Closing her eyes, she rested, one hand on the revolver in her lap. A nap would've been great… A few weeks ago, she had been with a group outside of Atlanta. Then they had turned nasty and started making rules she didn't like too much, so she had left. Being on her own wasn't terrible, but having someone to keep watch while she slept would've been nice right about then.

Her eyelids felt heavy and her head bobbed down toward her chest, exhaustion catching up to her. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to sleep for just a few minutes. She needed the rest, and there hadn't seemed to be many zombies in town anymore.

Most likely they had been attracted somewhere people still lived. This place was a ghost town, and there were rumors of safe zones not too far from where she was. She had been trying to decide if she wanted to head for one, just for somewhere that had running water and a somewhat steady food supply.

She drifted off to thoughts of what she would eat if the world hadn't gone to hell. Apple fritters, chocolate chip cookies, key lime pie, donuts… Sweets took up most of her list. Eventually she fell asleep, her head dropping back against the shelves.

Rustling woke Clarice up, and she instinctively lifted her gun, aiming it toward the door.

She wasn't alone.

The shadowy figure in the doorway lurched backward, and she took a quick shot, blowing part of the frame off, bits of wood flying everywhere. A high-pitched shriek ripped through the air, followed by loud whispers and more scuffling.

"Don't scream!"

"Are you bleeding? You're bleeding!"

"Shh, it's not that bad. John's gonna kill us. Shit."

The voices sounded so young they had to be kids. One girl, one boy. Clarice mentally cursed at herself just as much as she cursed at them as her heart pounded against her ribcage. She couldn't believe she had taken a shot at a kid. They were probably a part of a pack of half-feral kids. Those were starting to pop up in places where the kids had somehow survived while all the adults were dead. But most of the nation's kids were dead. Children were easier prey than adults.

"I thought she was dead," the girl's voice said. They couldn't have been more than a foot or two away from the doorway.

"She looked freaking dead," said the boy. That was the one she had taken a shot at, judging by the conversation.

"I can hear you," Clarice mumbled, "And I'm obviously not dead."

Both of the kids went silent. There was a bit of rustling, like shoes moving over carpet.

Finally the boy spoke. "Are you going to shoot at us again?"

Clarice snorted. "Are you going to go all mini-cannibals on me?"

"We're not zombies," was the sharp reply from the boy, "But you just tried to kill us."

"No, I didn't. You woke me up, and you were all eerie in the door," she said. Shifting, she muffled a groan as her leg protested the movement. "Can't blame me for thinking you were zombies."

"So you didn't mean to shoot at us?" the girl asked.

"Well…if I knew you were alive, I wouldn't have. Are you hurt bad?"

"Yeah, I'm bleeding out. Probably be dead in a few minutes, and it's all your fault," the boy grumbled, "Be guilty."

"He is not," the girl said, "His arm just got scraped."

"It's called a graze," the boy growled, "See, I got grazed by a bullet."

Clarice made a face. She really wouldn't have taken a shot at them if she had been fully awake.

For a few moments, they were all quiet. Clarice rested the back of her head against the bookshelves. What the hell were two kids doing out here? They didn't seem to be the wild kind of kid, and it seemed like it was only the two of them. "Are you guys alone?"

"What about you?" the boy demanded. "Or did you get bit and left behind?"

Well, wasn't he just a bundle of joy. Before she could answer that, there was some kind of commotion at the front of the library, like someone was trying to quietly break down her hasty barricade. She tensed, her hand tightening around the grip of her gun again. Just because the kids didn't seem like they wanted to hurt her didn't mean whoever they were with would feel the same way.

"You think they're in here?" a man's voice asked, distant.

"Idiots…" A woman hissed. "How hard was it to stay in the truck for fifteen minutes?"

"The gunshot came from this direction," another man said, softer than the other two but somehow more intense. "James?"

"We're back here," the boy replied, "Some crazy lady shot me."

Clarice winced as she shifted again, getting ready for a fight. She had not meant to shoot at them. Or she wouldn't have if she had known they weren't the living dead.

"What?" the last voice demanded, getting louder. There was more noise, probably her barricade being hastily disassembled, which was frustrating. It had taken her a long time to set that up… "How bad? Where'd she go?"

"John, no, don't go in front of that door," the girl said, "She might shoot you, too."

"Only if you try something funny," Clarice grumbled. Her vision swam as she grabbed the bookshelf and forced herself to her feet, watching the door. She didn't like the idea of more people showing up, especially guys. Not that she couldn't handle them, but she didn't have that many bullets left if they tried to attack her. It was so hard to know whether you should trust someone or not, she usually went for not trusting anyone at all. It was easier that way.

"Stay there," the second guy said, apparently speaking to the two kids. There was silence and then quiet whispering that she couldn't make out except that everyone sounded angry and concerned or defensive. Her chest tightened. Were they going to attack her? She leveled her gun at the doorway again, determined that she wasn't going to die there. Her ankle was protesting the strain, so she tried to stay off it, resting most of her weight on the bookshelves. Every part of her ached.

"Hey," she called, "I didn't mean to shoot him. But don't come back here."

"We're not going to, psycho," the woman's voice snapped, "Do you normally just take random shots at kids?"

Clarice rolled her eyes. "Everyone needs a hobby," she growled and then sighed. "No, they startled me."

"She's hurt," the girl said, "She might be bit."

"Are you?" It was the second guy again, the one with the sort of deeper voice. It sounded like he was right by the doorway, near where they kids were hiding. He had probably snuck around using the dark shadows in the library. It was dusk, and everything was haze and shadow out there.

"If I was, I'd be trying to eat you already instead of going through all this small talk," Clarice said, "Look, I'm sorry about the kid but just...get out, this is my creepy abandoned library. Get your own."

"Sounds like too much of a smartass to be bitten," the woman said.

While it wasn't instantaneous, people quickly became incoherent and then completely bonkers soon after being bitten. The longest Clarice had seen someone hold out was fifteen minutes. Then he had started screaming uncontrollably until his jaw had come unhinged and flopped around. It wasn't pretty.

There was more whispering and a very distinct 'no' while Clarice tried to find a better position against the bookshelves. If they tried to come rob her, she would fire a warning shot and hope they left. Not that there was much for them to steal, unless they just loved fancy green water bottles and blood-stained jackets.

Could they leave already? It was taking them forever to head out. They had their kids so it was time to go.

"Hey." It was the deeper voice, and he was definitely standing right beside the door. Clarice trained her gun in that general direction. "Do you need some help? The kids say you're not doing well."

"Really?" Clarice let out a humorless laugh. "Don't play that game. If you come through that door, I'll shoot."

"Let's just leave, John," the woman said, "She doesn't want our help, and it's getting dark."

"And she tried to kill me," the boy added. James, right? Wait, who cared…she didn't need to know their names, she just needed them to leave ASAP.

"For the love of—I didn't mean to shoot you, kid!" Clarice swayed and reached back to cling to shelves behind her. The gun felt so much heavier than it normally did, and it was worse when she tried to hold it with one hand. Everything ached, and now that she was standing again, she felt terribly dizzy.

"She might die if we leave her here…" It was the girl's voice, soft and worried. "Would that make us murderers?"

"No, it makes us smart, because when she dies she'll go all zombie and try eat us, remember?" the woman's voice said sharply. "Do you want her to come gnaw on your skull? 'cause I don't."

"Lorna."

"Just because you don't like it doesn't mean it's not true."

That didn't bother her. She ignored the ice that burrowed through her veins, a sudden fear that came out of nowhere. Clarice took a deep breath. She wasn't going to die here.

"Do you at least have some water and medical supplies?" It was that same guy, John. He seemed to be hovering near the doorway, like she was suddenly going to change her mind and invite him in for a nice chat. He must not have realized that this was the apocalypse and helping a stranger could get you in more trouble than you originally thought.

"What part of get out did you not understand?" Clarice mumbled. She shook her head and then regretted it. "There is 'get' and then 'out'. Put them together and leave."

"Can I bring you an extra water bottle?"

Clarice blinked. "Oh, my god." What in the world. She stared at the doorway, wondering exactly what they planned to do with her after they lured her in with this act of kindness. They had kids, which made her think they weren't completely terrible, but then again, the kids might've been little monsters. The boy seemed like one.

"You can't just give all our supplies away!" the woman said, "John, seriously. She said for us to go, so we should maybe respect her wishes and get the hell out of here."

"What she said," Clarice chimed in. It was getting hard to stay standing, so she hoped they made up their minds soon. Her headache was growing into a migraine, and her scraped up side felt like the cold autumn air was actually setting it on fire.

"It's one water bottle," John retorted, "That's hardly all of our supplies."

"Yeah, but we can't spare you if she shoots you dead," the other guy said.

"Throw it at her if you have to, but don't go in there," the boy, James, said, "Okay?"

The voices dropped into fierce whispers again, and she couldn't hear most of it. It seemed to be a furious discussion about morals and how they shouldn't act like animals or how they had to look out for each over versus we need to survive and we can't save everybody and…ugh, they talked a lot.

Her mind drifted, her vision going hazy. How long ago had it been since she had wiped out on the road? She needed to get her bike back. Transportation was stupidly important. She hadn't totaled it, had she? God, her head felt heavy.

She felt distant from the room, her hands going numb, everything pitching to the side. Her fingers scrambled to put down her gun, and her hand slammed into a nearby desk, taking off some skin. The desk came up to meet her and she leaned to the side, instead crashing into a chair and taking it to the floor like a drunk football player making a bad tackle. She heard the voices get louder as her vision tunneled, and she saw a pair of muddy combat boots step into her line of sight before she fell fully into the darkness.

#thunderblink #clarice fong #john proudstar #eclaris

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years ago

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Ohana: Part 4

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Word Count: 3,483

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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After fourteen hours, two slight meltdowns, and learning how to do an amputation on the fly through a text book, you managed to get Chris stable and patched up and get a salve on Mark’s burns. You limped down to your bed room just before dawn, fighting your tears with every step. Your whole body ached as you pushed open your bedroom door as quietly as possible but you hesitated just in the door way.

“Have you been here all night?” You asked Negan as you stepped the rest of the way into your room and closed the door behind you. He looked up from the book he was reading on your bed and nodded as he took off his black rimmed glasses.

“Well I had to learn about Ohana.” He said as he gestured to your TV with his glasses with a chuckle. “And magic carpet rides.” You huffed a laugh as you hobbled over to your dresser and grabbed a clean shirt on your way to the far side of the bed.

“She loves Lilo and Stitch.” You told him as you flopped down on the bed with a giant yawn. “I think she can quote that movie by now. Can you hand me that jar and the tube of lotion from my table?”

“How has she seen it so many times? Here, I got it.” You looked up at him and didn’t even try to fight as he peeled the sleeve off your leg and tossed it on the bed by his knees. You weakly pointed to the areas that needed the Icy Hot and leaned back against your headboard.

“Millions. I was one of those wack job, dooms-day preppers after I came home from Iraq. Built an underground bunker in my back yard, had enough food and water for me and my sister’s family, had solar panels in the back and a rain collection system… would’a lasted the four of us at least a year and a half.” You shook your head as you sat up a bit and pulled off your old shirt. “That’s the reason I got Brenna. I was babysitting when the final announcement went out; that Atlanta was shutting down and the military was stepping in. I knew that meant nothing good. So I packed up everything I could grab from my house, called and left messages with Sarah, and headed to the bunker with Brenna.” Tears welled in your eyes as Negan’s strong fingers worked magic on your sore stump.

“Brenna and I were down there for four years, five months, and 11 days before we ran out of food. And since I was unable to get any sort of radio station to come through and the news still wasn’t back up, I slipped into survival mode. I packed up some clothes and anything else I could carry, grabbed my motorcycle from my garage and stole my neighbors side car and hit the road with a four year old. I had no fucking idea what I was expecting but it damn sure wasn’t what I saw. Figured it would be like an apocalypse where everyone was just gone.” You rolled your head toward him on the headboard and shook your head.

“If I had known how bad it was I would have never left that bunker. I would have left Brenna in there and figured out a way to grow crops or searched my neighbors houses for food or figured out something down there to survive. I was fucking blindsided when we left my neighborhood but I just kept going. I showed no fear so my child would be strong and I just kept moving. I planned on trying to get back to my house but shit just kept happening.

I was finally in a place that heading back seemed like it was finally a possibility. I had found those seeds you got in a gardening store and I knew I had planters in my garage but then my leg broke. My back up was always shitty so I figured I’d get to the prosthetics office to get the one I was supposed to get before the fall but then I found you. And this is the safest I’ve felt since I was in my bunker. And words could never be enough to thank you for that.” Negan smiled as he leaned back beside you with a small smile.

“It was my fucking pleasure, baby girl.” You both looked over at Brenna, who had herself curled into Negan’s other side on your pillow, when she stirred in her sleep. When she didn’t wake up, you yawned and stood up awkwardly to take off your dry blood covered jean shorts. “Does she know?” You looked up at him through your lashes, noticing that he was purposely being respectful and looking away from you at Brenna.

“No. She doesn’t.” You hopped once to get yourself closer to the bed and climbed onto the queen sized bed under your blankets with a big yawn. “She was only a couple months old when we went into the bunker and when Sarah never showed up… well I just took the easy way out on that one. She knows I had a sister but not that she was her birth mom.” He nodded as he pulled up his knees and got under the blankets beside you so you had more blanket as you laid down on Brenna’s pillow. “And now… I don’t know what I’d tell her.”

“If you want help figuring it out, I can help you.” A smile spread across your face as you subconsciously scooted closer to Negan’s warmth.

“Look at you. You said an entire sentence without saying fuck.” He chuckled as he grabbed his glasses.

“Shut the fuck up.” You let out a hummed laugh as you made yourself comfortable.

“Wake me up in an hour so I can check on the dumbass.”

“Sure thing, doc. Sweet dreams.” With a hum in response, you shifted so your forehead was just brushing Negan’s hip and passed out.

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“Alright Mark. You’re all set for right now.” You said as you taped the last piece of gauze into place. You sat back and looked at him with tired eyes and a weak smile. “Now, consider this your breakfast change. I need you to come down to see me after every meal until I say other wise. Don’t touch your face and do your best to keep the bandage clean so you don’t get an infection. It could go straight to your brain and that’s just… not what we want.” Mark chuckled and nodded at you as you handed him a small cup with one Tylenol with Codeine and a regular Tylenol. “Try not to sleep on it, too. You could pull off the new skin trying to form and we don’t want that either. And if you have questions or need anything, come find me, OK?” He nodded his head as he got up off the exam table.

“Thanks a lot, doc.” You nodded at him once as you grabbed your tablet to update his chart and document the medications you gave him and treatment you used so he could pay for them with his points. You made a side note on a piece of paper to give to Negan before setting both aside to finally check on Chris. He was still asleep when you came back from your nap and you hoped for his sake, he stayed like that as you changed his bandages.

“Jesus, kid. You had one fucking job, man.” You mumbled as you carefully pulled off the tape and gauze. You set them both aside and turned your back for only a moment before all hell broke loose.

“My arm. What happened to my arm!” Chris screamed as you spun on your chair back toward him. Panic filled your soul as the kid started thrashing in pain.

“Hey whoa! Chris, calm down for me!” You screamed as you jumped to your feet… well, your left foot at least. “Hey stop!”

“My arm!” He screamed as he bashed the stump against the bedrail, easily ripping the stitches out like a knife through warm butter. Blood started gushing from his ripped open arteries, spraying you and the room with every beat of his heart. You scrambled to grab something, anything to use as a tourniquet but you couldn’t do that and stop Chris from thrashing at the same time.

“I need help in here!” You screamed as the heart rate monitor you had taken from the cancer hospital went wild above your head. You screamed, wondering why the hell his arteries and veins hadn’t curled into themselves for self preservation when the heart rate monitor flat lined.

“No! Kid, stay with me!” You screamed as you hopped one step over to start CPR but your foot slipped in the pool of blood on the floor. You hit the floor with a loud grunt and you instantly scrambled to try to get back up again. “Chris! Chris! Stay with me!” You screamed as you watched the pale limb sputter to just a drip. You swore loudly and punched the metal side of the hospital bed as all the fight to save the kid left you. You knew that even with a blood bank that you didn’t have, there was no chance for this kid to come back.

“Damn you kid!” You burst into tears and leaned your back against the exam table. You ran your hands through your blood soaked hair and sighed as you looked back up at the kid on your bed. Your eyes started to slip out of focus as you tried to figure out just how you could have gone about this differently and that was exactly how Negan and Brenna found you when they came to get you for breakfast forty-five minutes later.

“Mommy! We have apples…” You slowly glanced up just in time to see Negan yank your daughter backwards and pick her up.

“Hey, I need you to sit out here and wait for me, princess. I gotta talk to mommy.” You couldn’t hear Brenna’s response as you looked back at Chris’ pale body. “What the fuck happened?” You looked back at Negan and shook your head as he closed and locked the door behind him.

“He panicked. Negan, I tried but he wouldn’t stop thrashing and I slipped…” You burst into tears and Negan walked across the room to the bed as he pulled out his knife.

“You gotta get the damn brain.” He said as he plunged the blade into the boy’s skull. “They’ll fucking turn otherwise.” You nodded at him as he came over and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed as he held your face into his shoulder and ran his fingers through your hair.

“Hey, no. You did exactly what you were fucking supposed to. That’s his mother fucking fault.” You nodded weakly and exhaustion finally started to kick in as the adrenalin wore off. You looked over at the sound of his crackling walkie. “Simon, I need you in the clinic immediately. Bring Frankie or Sherry with you.”

“I must of cut it at an angle.” You said to yourself as you looked at Chris’ lifeless body. “They should have rolled…” You shook your head as you pulled yourself out of Negan’s arms and went to wipe your tears away only to smear blood across your cheek. Negan huffed as he pulled off his ever present red scarf and used it to wipe off your face.

“Don’t you fucking dare blame yourself, baby girl. That kid knew the fucking risks and he fucking knew you were helping him. You did everything you fucking should have.” You nodded as someone knocked on the door. “Let me get Brenna settled then we’ll get you in the fucking shower so Simon’s boys can get this place cleaned the fuck up. You look like you were in a damn horror movie.”

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“Mommy? Why’s it still raining?” Brenna asked as she stood on your desk chair so she could look out the small window in your room a little over two months after you had gotten to the Sanctuary. You glanced up from the general surgery book you were currently studying and shrugged your shoulders.

“Because the clouds have a lot of rain in them, sweetheart. That rain has to go somewhere, doesn’t it?” You smiled at her little huff as she rested her chin on her folded arms on the window sill.

“Why can’t it go somewhere else?” She grumbled as she watched the rain beat against the windows in the grey afternoon sky. You laughed and looked back at your book to do your best to memorize how to do an appendectomy just in case. You were only able to see for a few more seconds before a large flash of lightening illuminated the room and caused the lights in your room to shut off.

“Brenna stay still! Don’t move! Don’t wiggle, I’m coming!” You shouted as you threw your book on the bed next to you. You grabbed your prosthetic and threw it on with no sleeve as Brenna started to cry because of the fear in your voice. You could barely see in the darkened room as you stood up from the bed and took a step toward the door only to get plowed over as someone rushed into the room.

“Fuck! Sorry…” Negan said as you landed hard on your hip on the thankfully carpeted floor.

“Get Brenna. She’s on a chair by the window.” Your daughter whined for him through her tears as he carefully meandered around the obstacles of books and clothes on the floor that Brenna always threw all over the place no matter how many times you picked them up.

“Come here, princess. I gotcha.” You pulled off your prosthetic so you could put the sleeve on first when your room was illuminated by the light of a flashlight.

“What the hell happened?” You asked as Simon came in to help Negan get you up off the floor.

“Lightning hit the fucking solar panels. We were heading to check out the fucking damage and we heard you yell.” You sighed and nodded as the two men helped you jump over to the bed.

“Bad- word- ‘egan.” Brenna sniffled as she climbed out of Negan’s arms and into yours.

“Yea, sorry princess. That’s a bad word.” You saw Simon give Negan a sideways glance as the latter stood up straight. “Stay on the bed. I’ll grab the lantern from the clinic. So far its just this part of the building and there aren’t much of us over here.” You nodded at him and cradled Brenna close as he snatched the flashlight from Simon and the clinic keys from the bedside table. As you ran your fingers through your baby girl’s hair, you could hear Negan’s rushed footsteps mingled in with the storm raging outside. You carefully scooted back on the bed to lean against the headboard as Negan came back in with the bright, battery powered back up lantern from the clinic.

“Let me know what happens with the panels?” You asked as he set the lantern down on the bedside table. He nodded as he leaned down and gently kissed Brenna’s forehead.

“You got it. Just stay still for me.” You nodded at him as he turned on his heel and gestured for Simon to follow him.

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You were sitting by the window, watching the rain pound against the glass since you couldn’t see much of anything else in the dark, night sky including the stars. You had forgotten how peaceful storms could be and as you sat there, you had to actually think about the last time you had seen a storm like this. It had to have been at least five years. A gentle knocking on your door caused you to turn in your chair.

“It’s open.” You said loud enough for whoever was seeking entrance to hear but not loud enough to wake up Brenna. You smiled as Negan stuck his head in the door and looked for you on the bed with a flashlight. “Window.” He smirked as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Thought I told your ass to stay on the fucking bed.” You nodded at him as you leaned your arm on the window frame.

“I wanted to watch the rain.” He nodded as he turned on the lantern on the table and shut off the flashlight. “It’s so peaceful, don’t you… hey, what are you going?” He smirked again as he pulled out a small pile of sleep clothes from under your bed.

“Brenna and I have fucking slumber parties when you’re at fucking work. Shut up.” You giggled as you turned around to look out the window so he had some privacy to change out of his soaking wet clothes.

“So what happened with the solar panels?” You inquired as you watched a small bolt of lightening light up the sky. You heard your guest sigh as he tossed his wet clothes toward your bathroom.

“We lost fucking two of them. Fried to shit. But two out of fucking thirty ain’t that fucking bad.” You startled a bit as he came over and gently touched your right thigh to get your attention. “Get up.” You nodded as you got up and he took the chair. “We spent the rest of the fucking day covering that shit up with fucking tarps.” You whistled as he put his hands on your hips and pulled you back down onto his thighs. “It’s just another fucking pain in the ass for me to have to move people around to give them power…”

“You know we can get more solar panels, right?” You asked as you situated yourself comfortably on his lap so you were looking out the window. “I have eight of them at my old house in the garage. I doubt they were something that got raided in the past year.”

“Well fuck me, sweetheart. You continue to became the most valuable person in this fucking place.” You smiled and leaned into his chest as he put his hand on your hip. The two of you sat and watched the rain for a few minutes before you huffed a laugh.

“Do you know this is the first time you’re having a real sleep over with me, too.” You felt Negan’s chuckle against your shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around your middle and laced his fingers together on your hip.

“I like your fucking company. So much more enlightening than the time I spend with my fucking wives. Plus, Brenna calls me the fucking King. And my fucking ego loves that shit.” You couldn’t help put giggle as you poked his stomach and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Let the record show I am absolutely not joining you and your sister wives, thank you.” You could almost hear his eyes roll as he tightened his arms around you.

“I honestly wouldn’t fucking want you too. Those bitches are with me because of what I can fucking give them. You spend time with me because you actually fucking want to. Big fucking difference.” You nodded against his shoulder as you both watched a flash of lightening streak across the sky. You both jumped a bit as a loud clap of thunder rattled the windows violently.

“Mommy!” You pulled yourself from Negan’s arms and he instantly lifted you up and carried you over to the bed.

“Hey, it’s OK, sweetheart.” You soothed as you got into bed and pulled Brenna into your arms. “Did the thunder scare you?” She nodded against your chest as Negan got into bed behind her.

“You know what my mom used to tell me?” He asked as he pulled up the blankets over the three of you. Brenna shook her head as she rolled onto her back and looked over at him. He smiled down at her as he propped his head up on his hand. “She told me that the reason we had thunder was because the angels in heaven were bowling. So, when you get really, really scared, just remember that your Aunt Sarah and Uncle Mike are up in heaven bowling, OK?” She nodded as she gripped the blanket tight and held it up to her chin. Negan smirked and reached out to boop her nose as you tucked her Stitch stuffed animal beside her.

“How ‘bout Negan and I stay here all night to protect you?” You asked as you laid down on the pillow next to her.

“Like Ohana?” You glanced up at Negan, who didn’t hesitate with his nod.

“Yea, princess. Like Ohana.”

Part 5

#Negan x Reader #Ohana #Negan's thirst squad #Negan thirst squad

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jamiemac26 · 6 years ago

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Movin’ On - Chapter Ten: Year Three

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up and she finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though. She starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

She exited the airport, the hot, sweltering heat hitting her full force. She sucked in a breath, the air heavy. She looked around, scanning for a familiar mop of blonde curls. Standing on the curb, bag in hand, she turned her head to the left, to the right, scanning for anything or anyone that she knew. She waited, tapping her foot impatiently, the heat seeping through her clothes. She sighed, a slight smiling gracing her lips. Just like Harrison to be late. She zoned out, fanning her shirt to try to cool herself down. She sunshine beat down, sweat beading up on her forehead. She watched people move about her. Hugging loved ones that hadn’t been seen for extended periods. Kisses being exchanged between lovers. Kids being smothered by grandparents. She was lost in a happy reunion between a young couple and their parents, a tiny baby being held carefully, passing between each proud adult. A soft tap of a horn pulled her from the moment and she turned to see a black SUV pull up to the curb beside her. A huge smile broke out and she dropped her bag, arms held open as she was wrapped up in a warm, strong hug.

“I missed you Haz,” She covered his face in soft kisses.

He giggled, his arms giving her an extra squeeze, lifting her feet off the ground. “I missed you too babe, I’m so glad that you’re here.”

With feet planted back on solid ground, she moved her hands to his cheeks, her eyes locking onto his. A smile danced on her face and she leaned forward, her lips pressing against his. It had been weeks since they’d been able to have physical contact, and she craved his touch, his kiss, his body pressed flush to hers.

She pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, savoring the taste of him. Her eyelids fluttered open, his baby blues capturing every detail of her face.

“Hi,” She breathed, her hand sliding down his arm, her fingers slipping between his, locking them together.

He picked her bag up and moved them to the back of the car. Tossing the luggage in, he released her hand, opening the passenger door. The ride to Tom’s house was comfortably quiet. His fingers were warm as they tickled her wrist, tangling their hands together. His lips were soft as he pressed them against her knuckles. Her eyes were glued to his face. She was so happy to be in his presence. To be able to wrap her arms around him in a comforting hug. To have him near her. To just be together. She leaned into the console, her shoulder brushing his. He kissed the top of her head, his eyes staying focused on the road. She watched as they pulled onto a long driveway, a house loomed before them.

“This is where you’re staying,” She ogled the massive structure.

“It isn’t that large,” Harrison chuckled, “But yes, Sony got this place for Tom while he’s shooting.”

“Just for Tom?”

He nodded, “Well, I’m here and someone from the cast is always crashing in one of the spare rooms.”

She rolled her eyes, “That sounds about right.”

Harrison parked the car, “Come on, I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.”

She opened up the door, music greeted her, wafting to her ears from a distance. “Sounds like the party has already started.”

Haz paused for a moment, “I’ll bet that they’re all in the pool.”

“Oh, good thing I brought a suit,” She laughed reaching for her bag.

Harrison threw it over his shoulder, “I got this and I’ve got you.” His arm fit perfectly around her waist and he ushered her through the front door.

Voices grew louder and she could see a group of kids splashing around a large pool. She grinned as she watched Tom flip into the clear blue water. God, she missed him...missed both of them.

“You’ll totally love Jacob, he’s like a big teddy bear and Laura and Zendaya will just fall all over you. They’re all so excited to meet you. I’ve been talking about you nonstop for days,” His grin grew as his cobalt eyes locked onto her.

“They better all be good things,” She tickled his side, laughing as he squirmed way from her.

The giant glass doors slid open and she was caught up in a pair of strong arms. Her feet were pulled from the ground as she was spun into a circle. Tom’s bright smiling face was a mere inches from her and she pressed her forehead into his, her arms held onto his neck. He stopped moving, her feet hitting the ground but his arms stayed tight around her waist. “I’m so glad that you’re here, it just isn’t the same without you. Come on, come on...I want you to meet everyone.”

He barely gave her time to regain her balance before he yanked her out onto the patio. Faces beamed up at her, a variety of eyes stared at her face. She grinned sheepishly and waved at her perspective new friends. Tom introduced her to each one and she tried desperately to make sure that she matched the face to the proper name. She was ticking them off one by one in her head, assigning little reminders when she felt a bony elbow dig into her ribs. She turned her head, gawking at the tall blonde pressed against her side.

“Go put your suit on,” He encouraged.

She blinked at him, her mind foggy from the time difference and a day spent in airplanes. She nodded, but did not move from her spot.

Harrison chortled, his hand pressed to hers, their palms melded together. She followed him back into the expansive home and up a set of stairs. She glanced around, doors seemed to be coming at her from everywhere, her sleepy mind confusing her even more. She pulled back, stopping their forward progress. He turned back to glance at her, worry furrowing his handsome brow.

“Are you okay,” He inquired.

She blinked her eyes, allowing them to flutter shut. “Yes, just really exhausted suddenly,” She mumbled. “I think I just need to lie down for a bit,” She leaned against his strong shoulder, his arm coming around her, steadying her swaying body.

He guided them gently but quickly to a closed door at the end of the hall. He pushed it open, a large queen bed coming into full view. “Umm,” He stammered, “Are you okay with staying with me?”

She nodded, a tired smile gracing her lips, “Of course.”

He ushered her past him, and she fell onto the soft mattress, the days travels wearing her thin. Harrison removed her shoes and helped slide her into bed. He bent down, his lips ghosting across her forehead. His lips were the last thing on her mind as she drifted off, his face a commanding presence in her dreams.

She woke the next morning, sunlight streaming through the light curtains. She stayed still, listening to the sounds around her. Nothing was familiar. Nothing until she rolled over, Harrison’s all-too-familiar face filling up her vision. She brushed her nose against his, giggling at the slight tickle. She scooted closer, ducking underneath his arm. His body was warm and inviting and he tightened his hold on her.

“Morning,” The huskiness in his voice caused her stomach to flip.

“I’m so sorry that I missed everything yesterday,” She started to apologize, “I wanted so badly to…”

He silenced her with his lips. Soft and supple and my, how she had missed them. He pulled away, his eyes dancing across her face, “It’s okay. You’ll just have to make it up to me.”

She squirmed as he tried to tickle her, the two rolling around in the large bed. She ended up on top of him, her legs straddling his hips.

“Somehow, I think you did this on purpose,” She leaned down, capturing his lips once more. The pressure intensified, but a resounding knock tore them apart.

“What,” Harrison gruffed.

“Breakfast,” Came the muffled voice of Tom.

“Seriously dude,” Harrison whined.

Laughter echoed in their ears as he turned towards her, “I guess we’re being beckoned.”

She laughed, rolling off of him and allowing her feet to the sink into the plush carpet, “We’ll have plenty of alone time together.” She disappeared into the bathroom, giving Harrison ample time to calm his raging body.

Her time in Atlanta flew by far too quickly, the end drawing nearer by the day. She sat with her feet dangling in the cool water of the pool, Zendaya next to her as they watched the boys splash around. “I can’t believe that it’s almost over.”

Zendaya turned a sideways glance her direction, “Yeah, but you still have the Civil War premiere, so your trip isn’t completely over.”

“One more weekend and then I have to fly back home...alone,” She sighed, her sight locked onto the blue-eyed blonde.

Zendaya followed her gaze, “Why don’t you stay?”

Y/N shook her head, “I can’t. I’m trying to get Uni finished as quickly as possible, so summer classes here I come.”

“Ugh, seriously,” The other girl feigned disgust, “That is no way to enjoy a summer vacation.”

They both laughed, her words holding far too much truth. Y/N shrugged, “I wish my reality was different, but not all of us can live such glamorous lifestyles.”

A spray of water engulfed both girls. Sputtering while wiping away the drops from their eyes, male giggles surrounded them.

“Oh, that’s it,” They both shouted, jumping into the pool.

The boys squealed, mock horror flashing across their faces. Harrison grabbed Y/N, his strong arms pinning her to his body. She squirmed, but stood no chance. Instead, he wrinkled his nose, ducking his head and dancing his lips against hers.

“That is not fair,” She objected. “You can’t cheat with kisses.”

“Who says,” Harrison’s grip increased, her body flush with his. “Kisses are the only way to win.”

The newly formed group of friends splashed around in the water, relishing in one another’s company. The evening fell all to quickly and they soon found themselves parting, the three remaining best friends alone.

“Tom,” Y/N yelled down the hall.

“What,” Was the short reply.

“Do I need a fancy dress for this thing?”

Silence greeted her and she stuck her head out the door, nearly colliding with a strong body.

“Oof, be careful love,” Tom steadied her. “No, you shouldn’t need a fancy dress, just a nice simple one will do.”

She felt a soft pulse, as if an electric shock sparked where he touched her. Her cheeks instantly flushed and he loosened his grip. She shook her head, turning towards her mess of a suitcase. “Like this,” She held up a simple black dress, one she had brought for a nice dinner out.

He nodded his head, “Yeah, just like that.”

She thanked him, her eyes straying to the spot where his hands had gripped her. Never before had she felt anything when he’d touched her, so why now? She pawned it off as too much sun and the looming conclusion of her time with them. She resumed her task of packing, or at least taming the unruly beast that was strewn across the bed.

She pulled at her fingers, popping each knuckle unconsciously. She shuffled her feet awkwardly, adjusting her weight. The nerves had taken control and she couldn’t keep her heart rate at a normal pace. All of the people. All of the cameras. It was all so much. She stood between Tom’s mother Nikki and Harrison. She felt his shoulder brush hers, and she turned, taking solace in his ocean blues. She closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing. She let her head hang, opening her eyes she stared down at her feet. The blue carpet stretched out before them, a river surrounded by flashing bright lights. A hand on her back pushed her forward and she stumbled slightly, grasping for Harrison’s hand. She locked their fingers together, her eyes shifted, his strong hands coming into focus. Her head popped up, Tom’s smile greeting her.

“Tom. Tom,” Shouts enveloped them. “Tom, turn this way. Tom.”

She tried to release his hand. She tried to step away from him. She tried to duck out of the spotlight but his grip tightened as the shouting continued.

“Tom. Tom...Tom.. You and your girlfriend turn this way please. Tom.”

She froze at the words. Had she heard them correctly. No. She shook her head, there was no way that they had just suggested that she was here with Tom. She turned, looking for Harrison, finding him next to her. He wouldn’t glance over at her, though she nudged him several times. Her brow furrowed and she wondered if he had heard the shouts. She was pulled further down the carpet, more shouts filled her ears. Her heart beat widely in her chest, her mind zoomed in completely on the tall blonde beside her.

“Tom.. Tom and girlfriend, right here. Tom, Tom, turn this way.”

The shouting wouldn’t stop. Her hand was still locked in the vice of Tom’s hand. She turned, her sight blinded by the flashes that cascaded around her. She blinked, trying desperately to shake the black spots that clouded her vision. As the shapes came back, Harrison’s fist was the first thing she noticed. It was clenched by his side, knuckles white from the pressure.

“Tom...Tom can you and your girlfriend look this way.”

Harrison stood stock still. His pulse pounding in his ears. He could hear nothing, nothing but the shouts that were being directed at Tom and Y/N. Tom and Y/N who were being seen as together. Tom and Y/N who were being seen as one. Harrison closed his eyes, trying to block it out of his mind. A twinge surged through him, starting off weak but growing in an intensity that scared him. Jealousy coursed through his veins. He tried to push it down, managing to extinguish the flames. All but one, one small flame flickered, waiting to become a raging inferno.

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Dinners and Insecurities- C29*

{Smut is at the end of this chapter, you have been fair warned}

{May 21st, 2016 North Carolina Jonas Household Nick-23|Mel-21}

Things were getting better, day by day. The police had found the guys that had tortured Melissa, and threw them straight in jail. Melissa was still trying to get back on her feet, staying with Nick, because he was the only one that knew how to help her get through this.

Even though the couple were still not back together officially yet, Nick was so over-protective of her, that he didn't want to let her leave his side. So that's what she did, she stayed with him, the two of them working together slowly on their broken relationship.

"So, the restaurant is coming along well?" Nick asked his father as they all sat in the kitchen, waiting for the rest of the family to show up.

"Yeah, we are said to open in just a few weeks, we're working out the last few minor details, then we need to get the health department to do one last walk through, then we'd be set to open." Kevin Sr. said softly, a smile on his face.

"Anything that we can help with while we're here?" Nick asked, smiling over at the girl next to him. Melissa gave him an encouraging smile right back.

Kevin Sr. shook his head, "I think we got it all figured out, but thank you." he said, and that was when the door bursted open and Melissa jumped in her seat beside Nick.

The middle Jonas noticed Melissa's change in demeanor immediately, and rested his hand on her thigh, reassuringly. "Shh, it's okay angel. It's just Joe."

Denise also realized what the loud sound did to the recovering girl, and went to scold her son, "Joseph...!" she began, her head spinning still slightly from what not only the family had been through in the past month, but Melissa as well.

After a few minutes, Melissa came back into reality and her frightened brown eyes drifted to Nick. "S-S-Sorry..." she whispered, and reached for his hand and took in a shaky, deep breath.

"Hey, hey, baby it's okay." he soothed her, holding onto her hand lightly, trying to calm her down as much as he could, "no need to be sorry, Angel." he promised.

She had been having these types of panic attacks when there were loud, unexpected noises and when Nick would be away from her for too long. He was sort of like her security blanket of sorts.

Joe and Denise emerged from the front foyer, and Joe looked at the shaken girl sadly, "I'm sorry I scared you Popstar." he begged for her forgiveness, "I totally forgot that it might've scared you." he sighed, coming up and placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

"I-It... I-It's okay, d-don't worry 'bout me." she smiled weakly up at him. "Gotta g-get used to the loud noises c-cause of the tour coming up." she explained, shrugging slightly.

Soon Kevin and Danielle showed up with Alena happy to see her uncles and grandparents. The small talk ensued and everyone sat down for dinner, Melissa not leaving Nick's side for a second.

Yes, they practically were already together, they acted like it, called one another the cute pet names... but he hadn't had the chance to see where she was at mentally. Especially with everything that had just occurred to her and he month prior.

"So, when does the tour start Nick?" Denise asked her son, while passing Joe the bread bowl.

"On the 29th of next month, in Atlanta. Demi and I are still smoothing out the set list, but rehearsals start after the album comes out." he explained, peeking over at Melissa then back up at his mother.

"You ready for another summer tour, Mel?" Kevin asked, smiling at her, knowing that she honestly had no choice in the matter. Especially with how her mental health was at the moment.

Melissa's head popped up when she heard her name, "O-Oh.. oh, yah, I am. It's gonna be great. I love hanging out with Demi, so we'll never get bored." she giggled, trying to act as normal as she could, even though she knew that the family could see right through her act.

Nick smiled softly over at the girl, "I'm just happy we will have you with us." he said, resting a hand on one of hers, hoping to reassure her that everything would be okay.

She gave Nick a little bit of a smile back, knowing that she was the safest with him. Nick always has been and always will be her safe place. ————— {later that night:}

Melissa was just getting out of the shower, having feeling quite refreshed from washing off all the makeup and worries from the day. She still wasn't fully healed from the traumatic experiences she had gone through in the last month.

Wrapping her towel around her body, she took in a shaky breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her beautiful little brown eyes filled with tears as she tried to hide her body away as best as she could.

"Hey, Lyss. Joe and I were wondering if you wanted to go get ice cream?" Nick peeked his head in, smiling at the girl. She gasped and looked down at her feet, "n-n-no, thank y-you." she whispered.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look beautiful." he reassured her, stepping in the bathroom, immediately wrapping his arms around her.

"I-I'm not... how can you...?" she asked, holding the towel closer to her shivering body.

"You are beautiful." he promised her, taking her hand and walked them back into the guest room, he went to lock the door, and smiled over at Melissa.

She knew that look in his eyes, he was determined to show her how beautiful she was, no matter what happened.

"Lay back angel." he mumbled, and smiled at her, climbing onto the bed and sat in between her legs. "Are you okay with this?" he questioned, not wanting to do anything she wasn't okay with.

She nodded fast, "definitely, been waiting for you to crack for a while now." she giggled gently.

"If you want me to stop, lemme know immediately... okay?" he asked, leaning over to hover over her. His brown eyes connected with her identical ones and he kissed her lovingly.

They both jumped slightly from the spark of pleasure that ran through them, and Melissa reached up to place a hand around his neck.

With that gesture, he deepens the kiss and moves his hands down to cup her ass, squeezing lightly. The towel that had been around her body was long forgotten and had fallen flat against the mattress.

Nick's lips began their trek to her neck, suckling and leaving love bites as he went. His eyes connected with hers, his pupils dilating as she let out a soft moan. "Fuck..." he groaned.

Her heart began to race as his hands found their way to her breasts. Her small body began shaking and she clutched onto the back of his neck a little more, "shh... you are beautiful, petal. I'm gonna take good care of you, yah?" he mumbled, his lips coming up to press against hers lightly.

As his hands began kneading her breasts, there were waves of shocks that went through her, causing her to let out moan after moan. "You are so amazing, and beautiful... you are all I need in life, angel." he said, his raging thoughts never stopping.

Nick had never been the type to voice his opinion like this, especially when they were younger... but right now? It was incredibly sexy, and made Melissa want the young male even more than she already did.

Soon enough one of his calloused hands began trailing down to her most sacred area. His eyes connected with hers once again, making sure she was still wanting this. She immediately caught his drift and nodded slowly, "always want you... trust you." she whispered.

As two of his fingers began pressing a circular motion along her clit, he sloppily moved his lips along her stomach. Nick had to hold back his anger as he kissed each and ever bruise and scar he saw. "You're okay now petal... you're here with me... you're safe." he kept repeating, trying to not only convince her, but convince himself that she was okay.

"Just lemme love you, angel." he murmured, moving her body down the bed as he slipped off. His body sat there on the carpeted ground, pressing soft, but loving kisses all along her delicate skin that was her legs.

He continued upwards, as he nipped and suckled on little patches of skin here or there. As he was face to face with her most private area, he peeked up at her. "You're already soaking wet, petal. Look at that." he swiped his finger along her, her juices pooling on the pad of his pointer finger. He showed her the mess that was there, grinning.

"Always so ready for me... and I have barely even started..." he mumbled, teasing her lightly.

Melissa was in such a deep state, that all she could let out was a loud moan, the two of them not even caring who heard their sex escapades.

They were finally back together again.

He began teasing her, edging her on till she finally found her voice deep down to let him know that she was needing him. He immediately dove in, pressing his tongue all along her. Every spark of pleasure that ran through her, made her let out a string of moans. Nick smirked at the beautiful noises, adding his thumb on the bud that was in front of him.

It wasn't long until she was a moaning mess, and needing him more than anything. She came down from her high, moving her hips along with the motions he was giving her.

"You ready for me, angel?" he mumbled, his lips not leaving their spot against her.

"P-Please baby..." she begged, wanting this more than anything at the moment. She was so blinded by the ecstasy he was giving her, that she had no time to let the bad thoughts in that were trying to flood her brain.

Nick was breathing hard, trying to gain control of himself, he knew that they hadn't made love in at least a year... and with what had happened to her... he was nervous. Nick never got nervous, so he didn't know what to do with himself.

He stood up, his eyes not leaving hers as he began to strip down to basically nothing. After a minute, he stood there in his skin tight boxers.

God, his boxers basically didn't help at all. He was fucking huge. How the hell did that fit in her back in 2009...

"Fuck, Nicky, how is that gonna fit in me?!" she exclaimed, giggling as she scooted herself back to the pillows so everything would be just a bit comfier.

He chuckled, as he stepped out of the skin tight boxers, "Promise we'll make it work, petal." he said softly, almost reassuring her.

After he got everything situated and made sure they would be protected, he climbed on the mattress, hovering over her. "I love you." he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he began to ease himself in.

"I love you." she whispered, as just a small bit of pain seared through her.

Once she felt like she could handle more, she opened her eyes to peek into his eyes, "you c-can move b-babe." she encouraged him.

He began to push himself all the way in, and moved just a tiny bit. "You okay angel?" he asked sweetly, even though the look on his face made it seem like he was about to give in.

Her body was shaking slightly, as the pleasure increased and she held onto him tightly, moans once again falling from her plump lips.

"So much tighter than I remember... so perfect." he mumbled, his pace staying slow and steady so the two of them wouldn't go crazy.

"I'm only perfect for you, all yours... always w-will be." she moaned out, as his hips crashed right into hers, hitting her g-spot almost right on.

"That's my baby." he whispered, kissing her again, as he slowly but surely began to move his hips faster.

After a few minutes, they were both moaning, Nick's pace now faster then ever, not giving up. Soon they were both teetering on the edge, "I'm about to cum angel..." he warned her.

"M-Me t-too.." she let out, a moan following after.

She was now whimpering his name and other things that were only appropriate for the bedroom, she felt like she was on a cloud.

Nick's thrusts were sloppy, and he was falling in love with her all over again. He let out a groan as he came right into the condom, filling it fast. "Fuck, Lyss!" he moaned, his face buried in her neck.

He soon pulled out of her, replacing the empty feeling with his thumb not giving up on her clit. She began letting go once again, for the second time that night.

After he cleaned the two of them up, and slipped a shirt over her torso, he pulled her close, mumbling, "so I'm guessing you're my girl again?"

"What gave you that idea?" she giggled, leaning up to kiss him lightly.

"I love you. You are the best thing to ever come into my life. I'm forever grateful for you." he whispered, holding her closer.

She laid there, closing her eyes, and sighed. She didn't realize it till now, but she needed him more than she needed air to breathe. He was the reason she was here today.

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So... I wrote a thing. It’s kinda long, so this is really only the preview. The rest I will link to my FanFiction/AO3 accounts for the rest of your reading pleasure. Let me know what you think, yeah?

"You know what you need? A dog."

Beca glanced up from her phone, mouth still full of chicken burrito goodness, giving Stacie an eyeful when she mumbled, "Whhaa?"

Stacie shrugged, taking a sip of her water. "I said you need a dog."

"I know what you said, Stace. I meant it like 'what the hell do you mean I need a dog?'"

"I think you should get a dog because it'd be good for you."

Beca snorted. "Yeah, no. Not gonna happen."

"Aw, c'mon Becs!"

Beca shot her a warning glare. "I don't do animals." Her tone implied it was the end of the conversation but Stacie paid no head to the shorter girl's stink eye.

"Hear me out, okay? You just moved into your first condo-"

"Correction: I've been living there for almost three weeks now and I had an apartment before-"

"Well sure, but you were living with Jesse then, and now that you're single and alone in that big ol' condo of yours, you should get a dog to keep you company. You know, for when your best friend ain't around!" Stacie shot her a wink.

Beca smirked. "Really now? I didn't know Fat Amy was in town." Stacie's jaw dropped and Beca laughed.

"You cut me deep, Becs. Real deep."

Beca shrugged, shaking her head. "But really though. No dog."

"But Beca dogs are so cute! They're cuddly, friendly, fluffy, total sweethearts…" Stacie insisted, twisting her lips in thought. "Yeah you could definitely use a dog to mellow out all of this," she said, gesturing to the frowning musician. Beca flipped her off in return.

Stacie snickered. She leaned forward suddenly, lowering her voice to a husk. "Plus, chicks dig puppies." Stacie winked again, laughing when Beca's cheeks grew ruddy. Beca threw her face into her palms with a groan.

"Stacie, you're my best friend whom I love like 'the sister I never wanted'," Stacie reached across the table to slap Beca's arm. "But I'm not getting a dog just to find myself a girlfriend. Jesse and I broke up like a month ago and I just…I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

Stacie Conrad (self-appointed best friend and unofficial "sister from another mister") was no stranger to the ways and wiles of Beca Mitchell. They had been best friends since birth. They grew up together, watched out for each other, and had one another's backs all through high school. Beca had been there for Stacie's pregnancy scare back in sophomore year and Stacie had been there for Beca when the tiny deejay started to question why she found the girl in her trig class more attractive than James Jackson, the (questionably) hottest guy in their school.

She had been devastated when Stacie moved down to Georgia for college while she was shipped up to Boston with her father, but they never lost touch and spent every summer together. Back when she told her best friend she had feelings for a guy named Jesse (even when Beca had spent her senior year of high school finally some-what comfortable being known as the 'mysterious gay alt-chick with the awesome mixes') Stacie just took it all in stride. Then again, Stacie was bisexual and knew what it was like to occasionally bat for both teams—once at the same time, or so she had bragged to Beca the morning after. Beca had hung up mid-conversation when she heard someone moaning in the background. Seriously, Stacie had no shame.

"Who said anything about a relationship? Like I always say Becs, the best way to get over someone old is to get under someone new." Stacie wiggled her eyebrows, sporting her signature toothy grin. "But if you're not interested in chasing tail, so to speak, I'll be more than happy to step in for you."

Beca groaned. "Jesus dude like what the hell? You want me to get a dog so you can use it to find your next… sexcapade? No, just- just no. That's like, animal cruelty, or something."

Stacie huffed but finally relented, leaning back into her seat and grabbing her fork to finish her salad. "Fine. Just so you know, you're the worst wing-woman ever, Becs. Like… ever. But that's alright because I love you."

Beca rolled her eyes and the two went back to their meals in silence. After a minute Stacie looked up through her long dark lashes and grinned. "I still think you should get a dog."

It was true when Beca had said she "didn't do animals". Or rather animals just didn't do her. Perhaps both.

Her mother had a cat when Beca was younger (meanest bastard alive), and after being attacked by that goat at the petting zoo when she was ten, she had essentially sworn off all animals in general.

And really who could blame her? Animals were messy and smelly. They needed to be trained (unless you wanted poopy carpets and chewed up shoes) and constant supervision lest the damn thing wander off and get stuck under the bed or something. Not to mention dogs basically barked all the time and Beca valued her silence more than anything, especially when she was mixing.

If she wanted to deal with all of that then why not just adopt a toddler for crying out loud!

So no, she wasn't getting a dog. Stacie could suck it.

It would seem, however, that fate had other plans.

She was walking home after her shift at Residual Heat, the record label she had just started working for, still without a car and having decided against the bus to avoid any more potentially fatal run ins with the crazy old lady she had sat next to that morning.

She was wearing her headphones, more focused on the mix currently playing than what was in front of her. When she rounded the corner her nose nearly kissed the pavement tripping over some kind of animal cage. Luckily the cage was empty and Beca managed to stay on her feet (granted her big toe hurt like a mother), but the noise had caught the attention of the two employees standing in front of the pet store. Furthermore, now one of them was walking her way.

Despite her dark appearance, perpetual scowl, and "don't fuck with me" attitude, Beca did in fact possess the ability to be polite (really only when necessary), and she knew it would have been rude to just ignore this girl.

Damn. She'd been less than ten minutes from home too.

Beca begrudgingly pulled off her headphones to dangle loosely around her neck and gave a tight-lipped smile to the grinning blonde striding up to meet her.

"Hi there!" (Oh dear god, one of those people? Should she just keel over now or suffer through attempting to talk to this girl and ultimately die from her own awkwardness?) "Would you like to hear about our adoption program today?"

Beca would have answered that no, she did not want to hear about their adoption program today or any day or anything regarding animals for that matter, thank-you very much. But, as per usual and because she was just so excellent talking to random people on the street, her words jumbled around inside her mouth before she could even get them out. Which was fine because the blonde was pressing on with or without Beca's approval.

"It's national Adopt a Pet Day, but here at Barden's Pet-a-Tete we've turned it into Adopt a Pet Week!" She gestured to the various cages and dog pens before turning back to Beca with a sad smile. "All these little guys here come from a pound in Atlanta. They need good, loving homes, otherwise the pound will take them back to be euthanized by the weeks end."

The blonde suddenly looked at her, all big doe eyes and pouty lips, silently begging the question Beca was hoping to avoid. She gulped, palms sweating, suddenly nervous this girl could see straight into her 'non-pet-loving' soul.

"Jessica, please, I doubt she needs to hear all that," the second girl said, wandering over to Beca and Jessica, carrying two puppies in her arms. The brunette smiled politely at Beca and handed the bigger puppy to Jessica who at least had the decency to look apologetic. Beca was thankful for the interruption.

Despite her aversion to animals, Beca was indeed a sucker for pouting puppy-dog eyes (how ironic). It was pretty much how Jesse got her to go on a date with him way back in their first year of college. That big dope just had to have the sweetest looking pout she'd ever seen and after she eventually caved and went out with him, he knew he could get away with so much because of that look. (That bastard.)

"Sorry, Ash. I know we still have time and more than half of the dogs have been adopted already, it's just that I want these guys to go to awesome homes. Like now! Aw Ashley, can we keep this one? Please!"

Jessica's puppy was some large breed dog from what Beca could tell and was happily licking the blonde's face into slobbery oblivion, waving his tail back and forth in a mad blur. Jessica started giggling when the pooch began nipping at her hair, trying to climb up her chest to get better access with a surprising amount of success.

Ashley shook her head with a small smile, turning to Beca. "Would you mind holding this one while I pry my girlfriend free?"

Beca, who was watching Jessica being (gently) mauled by the beast in her arms, nearly jumped when a tiny bundle of fur was stuck under her nose. Ashley was already turning to help Jessica and Beca had no choice but to grab the puppy from her unless she wanted to be responsible for dropping the poor thing.

She wasn't all that familiar with dog breeds (she could at least tell you the difference between a black lab and golden retriever) but she was pretty sure the little pooch in her hands was a beagle. Its underside was white with a mix of tan and black patches on its back, and two black ears that were far too large and floppy for its tiny head. Beca tried to adjust her grip and was suddenly nose to wet black nose with the pup.

"She's the last of her litter." Beca glanced over at a messy-haired Jessica, having been freed from the puppy's assault while Ashley put him away with two others that looked just like him. She smiled at Beca.

"The littlest one there was. She can be a little shy and timid, which is probably why she hasn't been adopted yet, but she's an absolute sweetheart and just loves her teddy." Jessica grabbed a tiny teddy bear from a nearby cage and handed it to Beca as little puppy teeth gently latched onto the bear's ear.

The beagle growled playfully when Beca gently tried to tug the bear away. Had she been aware of it, and not giving her fullest attention to the fuzzball in her arms, she would have felt her lips twitch with mirth… as if she were about to smile. (Oh dear god, the horror. She was so screwed.)

"What's her name?" she asked.

Jessica's smile widened and Beca realized her mistake, too little too late. "Whatever you want it to be."

Beca sputtered. Struggled to say something, anything. To give the dog back and run away as fast and as far as she could. She told Stacie "no dogs" and damn it, she meant it!

Ashley, almost nonchalantly, called over her shoulder, "You know, all store purchases are 50% off with every adoption. And you get an additional discount on every bag of dog food you buy from here for the next three months."

Beca could practically here the smile in Ashley's voice and if it was anything like the one Jessica was beaming at her then it was hopeless.

Well fuck.

So much for her "no pets" policy.

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WU Reviews: Mindhunter Season 2 Episode 9 reviewed by Ariana Zarate '11 (@arianazarate89) and Leah Way '13 (@leahway)

It’s the final Mindhunter Monday! Ariana and Leah have combined forces to give WU readers an in-depth review of Mindhunter Season 2, which you can now binge watch on Netflix. If you want to watch the show and then read their recaps, we have been posting episode-by-episode reviews on WU. Get caught up on their previous recaps over the past five weeks and then settle in for their thoughts on the finale. This show is creepy and disturbing, so be forewarned that they may spoil some weird moments for you. But if that’s your thing, dive into the bizarre and wonderful world of Mindhunter!

Episode 9 - the season finale

True to real life events, Williams’ story is just as unbelievable as it is on the show. He claims he was en route to meet with Cheryl Johnson to hear her sing, because he’s in the music business. At 3:00 AM. Any question the agents throw at him, he smoothly answers and he just about has an answer to everything. Almost too smoothly. The agents’ interest heightens when they discover rope, a glove, and dog hair in the car. HOWEVER, this alone is not enough to hold Williams and SOMEONE forgot to collect the evidence before they let him go. Goodbye evidence! The following day, Ford and Barney continue their interview of Williams at his home. While there, Ford “accidentally” opens the wrong door on his way to the “bathroom” and walks in on a dog, which is quite suspicious given dog hair was found on the victims. The interview with Williams is slightly different than the answers he gave the night before but Williams seems to bounce back with an answer to everything; nothing seems to stick. And finally, the news they’ve been waiting for: a body has been discovered downstream from the bridge where the splash was heard and where Williams was stopped. They get a warrant to put a tracker on Williams’ car and to put him under surveillance. There is nothing subtle about the surveillance team. They have no less than 4 cars and 1 helicopter. It's not a surprise when Williams stops by a fast food joint, parks the car, and, in the biggest power move of the season, walks over to Ford and Tench’s car to give them the food since they must be hungry. Someone has leaked Williams’ name to the press and soon he is called the Atlanta Monster. Williams shockingly holds his own press conference in his house (not before replacing the carpet in his home. Hmm suspicious, indeed). The mounting pressure leads to the final push needed to place Williams under arrest - it turns out the fibers on the victim matched the fibers found in either Williams’ car or home (officers were able to find a small patch of the old carpet in the home after Williams replaced it all). He is charged with the murders of Nathaniel Cater (the body found after the splash at the bridge) and Jimmy Ray Payne - notably both adults. He is not charged with any of the 29 child murders, just as he was not charged with any of those in real life either. Overall - both in the show and IRL - it is hypothesized that while Williams is likely responsible for a large number of those child murders, there is likely at least one other culprit, but no charges have been pressed against anyone else. Ford visits the mothers again but they continue to be unimpressed, believing authorities are just looking for a black man to pin the murders on. And not only that, but he wasn’t even properly charged with any of the children’s murders. Ford promises they will continue to look into the matters but those plans are instantly foiled when Gunn reveals their team is being pulled. What we haven’t talked about yet is the fact that on one of Tench’s weekends home, they found the body, which meant Tench had to leave his Virginia weekend home to go to Atlanta. Nancy is visibly depressed, pissed, and at the end of her rope. When Tench comes home for good following closure of the Atlanta Monster case, he comes home to an eerily silent home. He finds Nancy’s belongings are all gone - she has left and seemingly taken Brian with her, an action which will no doubt have some consequences with all of the social services people currently surrounding the family. Last but not least, we began the season with a creepy BTK ritual, so it only seems fitting to end with another creepy BTK ritual. BTK has smartened up from Episode One and this time has opted to rent a seedy motel room. He dons his slip, mask, and rope again and he has placed his trophies neatly in a row at the edge of the bed. The rope tied on the door knob tells us again he’s jerking off to his trophies.

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Robert Kraft brings girlfriend Ricki Lander to Allen & Co conference July 12, 2018 NewsfeedsMedia Robert Kraft brought a very special guest with him to Allen & Co this year, with girlfriend Ricki Lander joining the New England Patriots owner at the annual conference. This marks the first time that Lander, 38, has been to the Sun Valley retreat, which Kraft, 76, attends every year. Lander was not seen with Kraft when he arrived on Tuesday, but was photographed with the Patriots owner on Wednesday morning heading to the first session of the day. This latest appearance together seemed to confirm that the two are indeed still going strong after Lander welcomed a child late last year. Lander shared her first photo of daughter Monarch just six days after she and Kraft hit the red carpet for the annual Met Gala in New York City back in May, with the post suggesting that despite previous reports the baby was born this year. That would confirm speculation that Lander had the child via a surrogate, as she has been seen in public with Kraft multiple times since the holiday season, and at no point appeared to pregnant. ‘This year has been overflowing with love, light and blessings. A beautiful little angel came into our lives,’ wrote Lander. ‘She has brought more love and joy than I ever could have imagined. I love you so much little one…Thank you for choosing me as your mommy!’ A spokesperson for Kraft and the Patriots declined to comment on the billionaire’s role in the child’s life. Scroll down for videos My girl: Robert Kraft attended the annual Allen & Co conference with his longtime girlfriend Ricki Lander (pair above on Wednesday) Baby love: Lander welcomed a child late last year but it is unclear if she gave birth or had a surrogate and if Kraft is the father of the child Ring on it: Lander, 38, has been dating craft for close to seven years (pair above at the ring ceremony for the Patriots in 2015) Shey girl: Sheryl Sandberg smiled and waved to the media on Wednesday as she emerged for the first day of the Allen & Co with beau Bobby Koptick (Sandberg and Koptick above on Wednesday) Jules et Les: Les Moonves, the head of CBS, was also spotted walking with his wife and the host of two of his network’s shows, Julie Chen (above on Wednesday) Friend or foe: He will be coming face-to-face with Shari Redstone (above) this week, who has filed a countersuit against Moonves for making what she deems an illegal power grab Lander, 38, has also made her Instagram page public for the first time, revealing that Kraft also put a ring on it three years ago. Not an engagement ring though, but rather a Super Bowl ring following the Patriots 2015 victory of the Seattle Seahawks. That ring is valued at $36,500 and contains 4.85 carats of diamonds. More recent photos show Lander admiring the Costume Institute exhibit at the Met last Monday night at the Met Gala. Lander is nearly 40 years younger than Kraft, and the couple has been together off and on for nearly six years. Back in March when the news first broke about the child a spokesperson for the Patriots confirmed that Lander had a baby – but made it clear Kraft is not the father in a statement. ‘Last fall, Ricki Noel Lander became the proud mother of a beautiful, healthy baby,’ said a rep for the New England Patriots back in March. ‘While Robert Kraft is not the biological father, he is thrilled with Ricki’s blessing of having a healthy child. With respect to her family’s privacy, we will not be commenting any further.’ The statement also does not implicitly say that Lander herself gave birth to the child. Lander suddenly disappeared from Kraft’s side in January 2017 after the couple appeared together at the Golden Globe Awards. The aspiring actress wore a plunging black dress for the event, while Kraft wore a black suit and his trusty Nikes. Just a few weeks later, Kraft brought his son Jonathan with him to the event and not girlfriend Lander, who he began dating a year after his wife’s death. Eileen Donahoe, John Donahoe, Ben Horowitz and Felicia Horowitz Ingrid Fitzgerald and Niall Fitzgerald (left); Philipp Schindler and Chris Ilitch (right) Meg and John Hock Niraj Shah and Jill Shah (left); Justin Kelly and Susan Kelly (right) Kimberly Querrey and Lou Simpson Orion Hindawa (right); Jose Antonio Fernandez (left) John Driscoll and Lauren Driscoll Kevin Sabet (left); Nick Griffin and Adriana Cisneros (right) Mike O’Hanlon, Maria Macaya and Fernando Rodes Lander was also not with Kraft at the 2017 Super Bowl and subsequent victory parade after the Patriots bested the Atlanta Falcons. She and Kraft were seen together in Los Angeles this past December though, with the pair getting lunch together a week before Christmas. That gap and Lander’s lithe frame during that outing made it seem as though she gave birth in the fall, as the Patriots spokesperson said in their statement. Lander and Kraft were together again at the Grammy Awards in late January and then NBA All-Star weekend the following month followed a few weeks later by the annual Vanity Fair Oscar party. In between those outings Kraft and the Patriots lost their fourth Super Bowl in franchise history when they fell to the Philadelphia Eagles in Minneapolis. Lander was there for the loss, popping up in the background of a photo posted by Willie McGinest to Twitter as she chatted with Bill Belichick’s daughter Amanda. The Patriots owner, who made his fortune in paper and packaging and whose net worth is said to be more than $4billion, reportedly bought Lander a mansion in Los Angeles. Kraft has also taken steps to make sure that her financial future is secure thanks to a number of investments, Page Six reported. ‘Bob is fully supporting the child,’ a source told Page Six. ‘There is a lot of tiptoeing around the subject at the Patriots offices. Everyone is afraid to openly talk about it.’ Kraft already has four sons from his marriage to Myra, who died in 2011 after she was diagnosed with cancer. During the 2011-2012 season, the Patriots honored Myra Kraft with special patches bearing her initials that were clearly displayed on their uniforms. In 2013, the sons successfully petitioned the Massachusetts Supreme Court to alter the family trust so that they could have more control over assets. It is believed that the trust will be changed once again in order to provide for Lander’s child. Kraft and Lander split in late 2015 after three years together, reportedly over Lander’s desire to marry the billionaire, whose day job is serving as the Chief Executive Officer of The Kraft Group, a diversified holding company with assets in paper and packaging, sports and entertainment. The lovebirds were back together however early the next year, putting their May-December romance on display for all to see as they attended a number of events together. Under Kraft’s ownership, the Patriots have become a model of success for sports franchises. Since Kraft purchased the Patriots in 1994 for $175million, the team has captured five Super Bowl championships. In total, the team has appeared in nine Super Bowls since Kraft took over. The Patriots are tied with the San Francisco 49ers and the Dallas Cowboys for second most Super Bowl championships in the history of football. The Pittsburgh Steelers (6) own the most Super Bowl titles of any NFL franchise Love was in the air on Wednesday as couples strolled the campuse at annual Allen & Company conference in Sun Valley. Most of this year’s guests emerged from the Sun Valley Lodge around 9am and were seen walking hand-in-hand with their significant other to the first session of the day, with Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg and her billionaire beau Bobby Kotick of Activision Blizzard leading the pack. CBS president Les Moonves was seen soon after, leaning into his wife Julie Chen, who hosts The Talk and Big Brother for her husband’s network. Chen seldom makes the trek to Allen & Co but may be by her husband’s side this year as he will inevitably come face-to-face with Shari Redstone, who recently filed a countersuit against Moonves claiming that he was trying to take control of the company and its board with an illegal power grab. International visitors: Francois-Henri Pinault, chief executive officer of Kering, and venture capitalist Aviv ‘Vivi’ Nevo Di’s guy: Michael Bloomberg (left) and Diana Taylor (right) were spotted heading to an early morning session on Wednesday Doting couple: Brian Grazer and wife Veronica are seen on the campus Wednesday morning (above) Spotified: Daniel Ek of Spotify and Sofia Ek (right); Sam Altman of Y Combinator with his boyfriend (right) Double date: Josh James, Marina James, Meghan Tolia and Nirav Tolia (left to right) head to a session Stacey Bendet was back in action on Wednesday morning too, wearing her third dress of the week less than 24 hours after arriving in Idaho. This time it was a Gwenda floral-print dress with a pussy bow in red from her own line, worn under a draped open front leather jacket in red also from Alice & Olivia. Bendet than topped it all off with her signature oversized sunglasses and a tainbow embellished tote, also from her fashion line. The designer, who is married to Eric Eisner, wore dresses in yellow and teal on Tuesday, driving home her belief that it is ‘all about rainbows’ and not bitcoin. Also spotted on Wednesday were Brian Grazer with his wife Veronica, Niraj Shah of Wayfair and his wife Jill and Daniel Ek of Spotify with wife Sofia. Bryan Lourd, Michael Ovitz and Francois-Henri Pinault were in Sun Valley as well, but were photographed with their respective other halves: Bruze Bozzi, Tamara Mellon and Selma Hayek. One attendee who did bring along his lady love this year was Rupert Murdoch, who was one of the first to arrive with fourth wife Jerry Hall. Murdoch is the talk of the camp this year, as Walt Disney and Comcast fight for Fox’s entertainment assets. The company is selling off its studios as well as its products, with shows like The Simpsons and movies like Avatar. Disney is reportedly in front with an offer of cash and stock valued at $71.3 billion, while Comcast had previously offered all cash. Fox Business reports the telecommunications company is using its time rubbing shoulders with Disney CEO Bob Iger wisely, and executives are preparing a new deal. Comcast CEO Brian Roberts seemed confident when he arrived at the camp, Bloomberg reported, offering a cheerful wave to waiting media and pointing out ‘it’s a beautiful day’. Brian Grazer and wife Veronica, Michael Lynton and wife Jamie and General Motors CEO Mary Barra with husband Anthony have been seen on campus as well this year. Lachlan and James Murdoch will also be joining their father at the conference, which is also being attended by the Wojcicki sisters, Anne and Susan . Sneakrheads: Michael Eisner (left) and Karina Hogg (right) were among those seen on the campus Wednesday Hall monitor: Rupert Murdoch and his wife Jerry Hall were seen arriving on Tuesday but not early Wednesday Tommy Frist and Julie Frist (left); Carl Kawaja of Capital Group with wife Wendy Holcombe (right) Bryan Lourd (above) is seen with a cup of coffee as he heads off to a session on Wednesday Dennis Lynch and Marshall Lynch (left); Omid Kordestani and Gisel Kordestani (right) Kaz Hirai, chairman of the Sony Corporation (left) and Kenichiro Yoshida, chief executive officer of the Sony Corporation (right) Lisa Piepler and Richard Piepler (left); Lindsay Levin and David Levin (right) Julie Logan and Frank Sands, CEO and CIO of Sands Capital Management Eddy Cue (left), the SVP of Internet Services at Microsoft; Brian Roberts, chairman and CEO of Comcast (right) Martin Indyk, who was previously the special envoy for Israel-Palestinian negotiations, and Gahi Buri Kevin Sabet, who founded Smart Approaches to Marijuana with Patrick J. Kennedy and serves as the director of the Drug Policy Institute at the University of Florida, was spotted on Wednesday walking with his wife. Live Nation Entertainment, Sirius XM and TripAdvisor chairman Gerg Maffei, who is also the president and CEO of Liberty Media, was also seen arriving on Tuesday afternoon. Matt Quayle, the co-creator of Squawk Box and Squawk on the Street, was seen as well, filling the spot that is given each year to a member of the CNBC team, who will interview a number of the attendees over the next few days. And rounding things out were Michael Fux, the multimillion-dollar mattress man behind Sleep Innovations. The annual conference has become known as a dealmaker’s dream, with some of the media and technology industries’ biggest sales taking place in the sleepy Idaho town. This year should be another eventful one thanks to the pro-business policies that have been touted and put in place by President Donald Trump. His offspring will not be making an appearance however like last year, when Ivanka Trump arrived with husband Jared Kushner.

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It’s A Good Time To Be Bad Bunny

The name Ocasio derives from the Spanish “ocasión,” which means what you think it means: an occasion, a time. According to Ancestry.com, most people named Ocasio are Puerto Rican, in heritage if not in residence, and the word’s “meaning as a surname” is unclear.

What is clear is Puerto Ricans named Ocasio are living up to their names by having a moment in 2018 — or at least two of them are. There is Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, the 28-year-old Democratic socialist who upended the incumbent in the New York primary this past spring and appears to be a lock to win a Congressional seat next week. When you Google “Ocasio,” the results are all about her. But another Ocasio is taking the world by storm this year, maybe even more so than the presumptive Congresswoman from New York’s 14th. His name is Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, but the world knows him as Bad Bunny.

Many English speakers had their proper introduction to Bad Bunny this past spring, when he featured alongside Cardi B and J Balvin on “I Like It,” a song from Cardi’s Invasion Of Privacy that flipped Pete Rodriguez’s Nuyorican boogaloo classic “I Like It Like That” into an unstoppable hip-hop club crusher. “I Like It” went to #1 on the Hot 100 and was deemed by many (including the readers of this website) the song of the summer. It also, in the wake of hits like “Despacito” and “Mi Gente,” continued to firm up a lane for Spanish language in the American pop mainstream, with both Bad Bunny and Balvin, from Colombia, delivering their verses in their native tongues as usual.

Since then Bad Bunny has popped up on a brisk reggaeton-house banger called “Está Rico” alongside Marc Anthony and Will Smith and released “Mia,” a Drake duet on which Drake performs entirely in Spanish. Now, Drake is a champion wave-rider who will seemingly hop on a song with any rising star he thinks will score him some cool points. I’m sure he’s accomplishing some serious brand expansion with his turn on “Mia.” Although I must admit he sounds quite fluent, hearing him rap and sing in Spanish on a Latin trap star’s song gives me the same awkward feeling of watching white American tourists attempt to show off by speaking the local language in a foreign country. On the other hand, imagine the triumph for Bad Bunny: The biggest star in music is guesting on your song, and he’s the one caught in your gravitational pull.

Bad Bunny, 24, grew up skateboarding and watching pro wrestling in Almirante Sur, Puerto Rico, the son of a truck driver and a retired schoolteacher. He famously started posting songs to SoundCloud a few years ago while working as a grocery store bagger and studying communications at the University of Puerto Rico at Arecibo. His single “Diles” (“Tell Them”) got him signed in early 2016, and by the end of the year he had a breakout hit with “Soy Peor” (“I’m Worse”). In the ensuing two years, he’s piled up hits and become one of the biggest names in the Spanish-speaking music world. Although he has yet to release an album — his official debut The New Religion is supposedly well underway — the Bad Bunny Essentials playlist on Apple Music is 50 songs long, spanning three hours and 35 minutes.

As one of the defining figures in Latin trap, Bad Bunny operates within a young tradition, combining reggaeton (and its Dominican cousin, dembow) with the Atlanta trap sounds that now rule American hip-hop. In various proportions, hip-swinging Caribbean club beats are paired with moody keyboard patches and heavily Auto-Tuned sing-rapping. The sound is as rampant within the Spanish-speaking diaspora as Migos ripoffs in the English-speaking rap world, and Bad Bunny has mastered it. He deploys his deep baritone with a rapper’s rhythmic mastery and a singer’s ear for melody — repeatedly hammering on one or two notes, suddenly spiking upward in dynamic flourishes, his voice subtly fraying at the edges when he dips into the bottom of his range.

Bad Bunny’s music helped to codify the sound of Latin trap, but he’s also a bit of a wild card within that framework. He’s definitely a live wire on the mic, known for unfiltered emotional outpourings and explicit sexual narratives. Both impulses were on display in his first two big hits: “Diles” errs toward the lascivious, with Bunny instructing his lover to let the people know how effective he is in bed, while “Soy Peor” finds him lashing out against an ex in language that — oblivious English speaker beware — is not so different from Juice WRLD’s toxic emo rap. But what really stands out is his idiosyncratic personal style. If his fluid low-register vocals and tendency toward dark rumination put him in parallel with Future’s digital codeine blues, his colorful visual presence marks him as Latin trap’s answer to Young Thug, Atlanta’s eccentric-in-chief.

This is a man with a personal aesthetic. He refused a stylist for his Fader cover story, dressing himself instead and looking better than most people in a glossy magazine feature. He recently showed up on the American Music Awards red carpet with a third eye painted on his forehead and kept it there during his performance. Like Thugger, he often subverts gender norms in fashion via elaborately painted nails or pink hair. His collection of tiny glasses probably makes Kanye jealous. I can’t wait to see what he looks like at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade three weeks from now.

Watching this iconoclastic Puerto Rican superstar waltz into one America’s most sanitized holiday traditions — at a time when the president and his affiliates are working hard to dehumanize and erase Hispanics in this country — will be a trip. It also might generate whiplash when compared with the current predicament of Puerto Rico, which remains in a state of prolonged recovery following last year’s Hurricanes Irma and Maria, partially thanks to that same president’s denial and neglect of the catastrophic damage.

It’s a cruel twist of fate that Bad Bunny’s rise has coincided with a period of deep struggle for his homeland. According to the Fader feature, as of last summer his parents’ home was still without electricity, and he personally showed up back in Almirante Sur to distribute food, water, and generators in the aftermath of the storms. In his celebratory summer hit “Estamos Bien” — which translates loosely to “We Good” — he acknowledges his fortunate circumstances in context. Translated from Spanish to English, the chorus reads, “Don’t worry, we’re fine/ With or without one hundred bills/ But having them is not bad.”

He seems on track to keep piling those dollars up. Continued domination of the Latin trap scene is close to inevitable. Furthermore, “Mia” just debuted at #5 on the Hot 100, a wildly impressive feat for a song performed entirely in Spanish. With a foothold from that song and “I Like It” he may be primed to start landing singles in the American rap mainstream without assists from bulletproof hit-makers like Drake or Cardi. It will be very interesting to see how far Bad Bunny and his Latin trap peers can burrow into pop culture. Lord knows trunk-rattlers like “Chambea” and trap ballads like “Dime Si Te Acuerdas” hold their own against the latest from Tyga or Post Malone. There’s rarely been a better opportunity for a full-fledged crossover, and Bad Bunny is rising to the occasion.

CHART WATCH

For the third week in a row, Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper’s A Star Is Born soundtrack is the #1 album in America. Per Billboard, it’s the first soundtrack to spend its first three weeks at #1 in 11 years, since High School Musical 2 in 2007. For theatrical movies, you have to go back to Bad Boys II in 2003.

A Star Is Born is now Lady Gaga’s longest-standing #1 album as well, surpassing Born This Way’s two-week run in 2011. The soundtrack can thank strong sales for its continued dominance: Of its 109,000 equivalent album units this week, 61,000 are from people actually buying a copy of the record. By contrast, Future and Juice WRLD’s collaborative album WRLD On Drugs, which enters at #2 with 98,000 units, only did 8,000 in actual sales. It’s Future’s 10th top 10 album and Juice WRLD’s second following this year

Debuting at #3 with 87,000 units/80,000 sales is Anthem Of The Peaceful Army, the debut full-length by Led Zeppelin enthusiasts Greta Van Fleet. It’s followed at #4 by the debut of Disturbed’s Evolution with 71,000 units/65,000 sales. After Lil Wayne, Lil Baby and Gunna, and Drake comes the #8 debut of Khalid’s Suncity EP with 50,000 units/9,000 sales. Travis Scott and Post Malone round out the top 10.

Over on the Hot 100, Maroon 5 and Cardi B’s “Girls Like You” somewhat surprisingly holds on to #1 for a sixth straight week. Here’s a weird stat via Billboard: It’s now the longest-running #1 hit by a group (defined as three or more people) since MAGIC!’s “Rude” lasted six weeks back in summer ’14.

Hopping from #7 to #2 thanks to the release of its music video is Travis Scott’s “Sicko Mode,” which becomes Scott’s highest charting song as a lead artist — this after he went to #2 as a guest on Kodak Black’s “Zeze” last week. “Sicko Mode” also features Drake, who for some reason is not credited as a featured artist on the album but is credited in the video. Juice WRLD’s “Lucid Dreams” remains at #3, followed by Marshmello and Bastille’s “Happier” at a new #4 peak. It’s Marshmello’s biggest US hit to date and ties Bastille’s peak position with 2014’s “Pompeii.” It’s also the first song that has charted on Billboard’s Alternative Songs chart to reach the Hot 100 top five this year.

Post Malone’s “Better Now,” Kodak Black/Travis Scott/Offset’s “Zeze,” 5 Seconds Of Summer’s “Youngblood,” and Lil Baby and Gunna’s “Drip Too Hard” are #5 through #8. Another Post Malone song, the Swae Lee duet “Sunflower (Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse)” debuts at #9. It’s Post’s fifth top 10 hit and Swae’s second following the French Montana collab “Unforgettable.” Khalid and Normani’s “Love Lies” rounds out the top 10.

POP FIVE

Carly Rae Jepsen – “Party For One” “Run Away With Me” this is not, but it’s good! Good enough that I’m not panicking about the long-awaited follow-up to E*MO*TION. It sounds like CRJ might be angling for radio play, like she did with “I Really Like You” ahead of the last album, before settling into her well-established role as a critically acclaimed underdog-juggernaut. Then again, will radio play a song about “making love to myself” at this point in history? I can’t tell anymore.

Mariah Carey – “A No No” All these new Mariah Carey singles have been fantastic. This one effortlessly infuses its late ’90s R&B core with jittery trap programming and brisk diva house without ever coming close to sounding like “trap house.” It slaps.

Imagine Dragons – “Machine” Coming from arguably the most consistent pop hit-makers in rock, “I’m not a part of your machine, I am the machine” is some kind of twisted spin on Jay-Z’s immortal “I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man.” As a longtime Imagine Dragons antagonist, I gotta admit, these guys are finding stranger and more inventive ways to be infectiously obnoxious. In this case it’s kinda like “We Will Rock You” crossed with Mr. Big’s “Be With You,” but with an ambiguous message about being your own person, or something.

Mumford & Sons – “If I Say” I feel like Mumford & Sons are getting better at being Coldplay — or, like, Damien Rice fronting Coldplay. Whether I could withstand a whole album of this much melodrama remains to be seen, but this song really goes for it with the orchestration and it pays off.

Kiiara – “L*** Is A Bad Word” Kiiara was a bad word for a while there during her ill-advised post-Iggy rap phase, but this pop move is doing it for me big time. It sounds like they threw everything at the wall, it all stuck, and then they meticulously carved it from there. It sounds like wearing three or four clashing patterns that somehow cohere into a surprisingly pleasing aesthetic. I think the understated vocal amidst so much noise is what seals it.

NEWS IN BRIEF

That viral photo of “Justin Bieber” eating a burrito sideways was a prank. [Newsweek]

Here’s Ariana Grande singing “The Wizard And I” from NBC’s A Very Wicked Halloween. [YouTube]

And here’s Ariana Grande singing “God Is A Woman” backed by an orchestra and choir for her BBC Music special. [YouTube]

Iggy Azalea tweeted than she wants to leave Island (“I feel I would be better off if I could make my own timeline etc choices and I have the funds to do it”) but then she deleted it. [SOHH]

Panic! At The Disco covered Outkast’s “Hey Ya!” for Spotify. [Spotify]

Shawn Mendes remade Lost In Translation in the video for his Zedd collab “Lost In Japan.” [YouTube]

Alessia Cara revealed the cover and tracklist of new album The Pains Of Growing, out 11/30 via Def Jam. [Twitter]

5 Seconds Of Summer released a cover of “Killer Queen.” [YouTube]

Little Mix and Nicki Minaj released a video for “Woman Like Me.” [YouTube

Halsey released a video for “Without Me.” [YouTube]

2 Chainz launched his own weed brand, Gas Cannabis Co. [High Snobriety]

Clean Bandit’s “Baby,” featuring Luis Fonsi & Marina, is out tonight. [Instagram]

So is Katy Perry’s cover of “Waving Through A Window” from Dear Evan Hansen. [Billboard]

Diana Ross, John Legend, Bad Bunny, Kane Brown, Sugarland, and Ella Mai will be part of this month’s Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York City. [Business Insider]

HOLD ON, WE’RE GOING HOME

What they don’t tell you is that they were rated out of a Maroon 10

— Julian McCullough (@julezmac) October 30, 2018

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