#I’m still not out to my parents and I don’t plan to anytime soon

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it’s 10 am on Monday and I have no motivation left for the rest of the week

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A Weekend to Remember 💕

Summary: Terry wants to give his girlfriend Siya (Sigh-ya) a peaceful weekend away at his place to help her loosen up after a rough week. 🩵

Warnings: Some smut 💋 and 420 friendly 🍃

This is my first fanfic y’all so take it easy on your girl. It’s been a while! lol. Enjoy!!!

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Terry POV

Friday Night 🌙

My girl Siya, who I’ve been seeing for about five months now, has been expressing her frustration with work all week. I’m not quite sure what her exact job title is but I know she works with badass kids and intense parents everyday in the school system. I’ve always admired her patience with people on a daily. I told her I do labor and engineering work for a reason cause I’d catch a case. Nonetheless, I know she needs an outlet and frankly, just a good time so she can let her hair down a bit. I can admit I’ve been slightly negligent to my lady’s feelings recently due to my own work being a shit storm with high volumes of orders and requests needing to be completed. A couple nights in a row I’ve been falling asleep on her mid conversation from pure exhaustion. I know that stings her a bit because we don’t live together and she really treasures our nightly FaceTime calls. She lives about 35 mins away from me on the other side of the county so anytime I get to see her face I try to make it last. I know she knows I still love her and I’m here for her like always but I’m the type of man to show it. Especially when I know I’ve been slacking a bit.

On the way home from work today, on a high from finally making it to Friday, I text Siya to let her know my plans.

T: Hey babe, hope your work day ended on a high note today. I want you to pack a bag to stay over my place for the weekend. I wanna show you how much I’ve missed you all week.. I’ll be there to get you around 6. I love you ❤️

S: Oooo you got plans plans huh? 😏 lol ok baby, I’ll be ready when you get here. Just let me know when you’re on the way 😘

I smile down at my phone at her response. She always finds a way to make me laugh. That’s why this weekend I want her to feel like she’s fully taken care of. My girl is the kind of woman who loves detail but loves simplicity even more. She loves good vibes and ambience.. she loves to be able to take in all the small joys around her and revel in them while spreading that same feeling to the people around her. It made me think about what I wanted to plan for us this weekend. I want to take Siya’s mind off of all her stress and worries and I have to be quick because I only have about 2 hours until I pick Siya up…

Siya POV

That text from Terry made my day. I haven’t stopped smiling since I got it just as I was about to sprint to my car after calling it a day at work. Don’t get me wrong, I love aspects of my job but the mental rigor of trying to put out fires everyday is A LOT. I was just starting to get annoyed with Terry actually, he’s been seeming a bit distant and uninterested but those thoughts faded away as soon as I read that text. If there’s one thing I know about my man its that he’s thoughtful when it counts and loves to prove it.

Getting home to my quiet condo, I drop all my stuff in my office room then head straight to my bathroom to shower off all the angst of the day. Blasting some Summer Walker and Kehlani while the hot water slowly soothes my body into relaxation. I make sure to shave and moisturize something serious not yet knowing exactly what Terry has planned. I just have a feeling it’s going to make me fall in love with him even more.

After my shower, I decided to fix something small to eat to hold me over and then pack my bag for a stay at my man’s.

*phone vibrates*

T: I’m heading to you now babygirl 🩵

S: Ok be safe ❤️ see you soon daddy 💋

I don’t know what it is but Terry still makes me giddy and nervous. I can’t stop checking my hair and light makeup in the mirror just to make sure nothing is out of place. If he knew I was taking what I looked like so serious, he would reprimand me saying you look beautiful regardless, don’t trip but hey, I’m just a girl with nerves!

Dressed in a causal three piece cozy fit, perfect for this fall weather and brisk evenings, I wait for Tory to arrive while chilling on my living room couch. Just as I start to feel a little antsy my phone vibrates again.

T: Come open your door for me beautiful

Without texting back, I hop out of my seat and speed walk to the door with a smile. I open the door to find my tall, muscular, ocean eyed teddy bear of a boyfriend dressed in a hoodie and joggers to match.

“There she is” he says before softly pulling me into his arms and lifting me into a tight hug. He smells so good..

“Hey baby, I missed you so much” I say before planting a kiss on his soft, plump lips.

“I’ve missed you too baby girl. More than you know. Come on, let me get your bag for you” He says slightly brushing past me into the living room to grab my pink duffle bag. “You ready, mama?”

Terry POV

It feels so good having Siya next to me again. It’s only been about a week and a half since I’ve last seen her in person but right now let me know that’s too long without her. Her soft, luscious, radiant skin. Her fragrance that always smells like something sweet that makes me hungry for her. Head full of curls and that amazing smile that still makes my heart skip a beat. I’m sprung, no doubt. I can’t keep my hands off her as I hit the highway heading back to my place. My free hand found its way in between the heat of her thighs and rested there for comfort as I gripped the steering wheel. Snoh Alegra playing from my truck speakers and our heads bobbing to the smooth tunes. I look over at Siya softly singing the words and I crack a smile involuntarily. Call me corny but I made a playlist just for this ride back so I knew she’d be feeling it.

“You know this is my song” She says with a playful smirk while dancing in her seat.

“Yeah I know love”

Siya went back to her karaoke as i focused on not missing a turn right up ahead of us. As soon as I made the turn off our usual route, Siya stops her concert and looks at me with curious eyes.

“Where we going?” She asks

“Just a little detour babe, don’t worry” I reassure her grabbing onto her hand to hold.

I could tell my words put her at ease. I watch her lean back in her seat to take in the beautiful sunset outside our car windows. The sky barely lit but just above the horizon it’s painted a firey bright orange with clouds leaving small traces of purple and blue. Approaching our destination, I see Siya sit up, peeking out of the windows to take in the view before us. A walking park adorned with vast land scattered with trees and a beautiful lake front that provided a perfect view to watch the remainder of the sunset. The area is empty and barely any cars drive past at this time of day. Perfect for a chill ass smoke session to get my girl right for this relaxing weekend I got planned for her.

Siya POV

Terry is always up to something I tell ya. I’ve always appreciated the effort and thought he puts into the things he does for me. No matter how little or large. Terry knows I’m a sentimental nostalgic who loves taking in sunsets and sunrises. I mean, I couldn’t even count the amount of moon photos I have in my camera roll too. He also knows I don’t take the time to enjoy these things as much as I’d like to. To just be present.. with a beautiful view.

“Let’s sit at these benches over here” Terry said taking my hand and leading me to our seats near the lake.

“This is beautiful Terry. How do you know about this place?”

“Me and a homeboy of mine use to come here and go fishing sometimes. We even came out here just to chill. Get our minds right” Terry reaches into this hoodie pocket, “So, with my beautiful lady having the hard week she did.. I figured we’d start this weekend with some reallll relaxation” he declares pulling out a thick cigar blunt with a playful, big cheesy smile.

Terry and I have smoked together before but it’s been quite a while. Shortly after we started dating we both decided to take a tolerance break and focus on work and being a bit healthier. Not to say we didn’t break our pact from time to time but it has definitely been a couple months since I faced a fat blunt.

“When did you start smoking again?” I ask genuinely curious.

“Right now. I figured since work has been kicking both of our asses, we deserve this. You deserve this,” He says lighting the blunt and passing it to me. Instantly the thick weed smoke and scent hit my nose and brought back all those fond memories of getting high and letting my worries roll off of me like water.

I take a deep breath and allow the smoke to hit my chest. I hold it for a few seconds before a deep harsh cough escapes my throat.

“Take it easy, babe” Terry said laughing while patting my back.

“Oh whatever! It’s been a while” I snap back at him out of a little embarrassment of my fragile lungs. I take another puff and force myself to keep in the smoke long enough to feel the after effects.

“You good mama?” Terry asks me as I pass him back the blunt.

“Yeah I’m good. This shit is hitting me nice..” I say leaning back into the bench, letting my body and mind unwind. I start to listen to the gentle wind of the night breezing past my ears, the lake in front of me rippling from the wind. It’s so peaceful. I feel Terry’s arm cradle my shoulders from be side, providing extra warm from the cool breeze. We continued to pass back and forth until our blunt became a roach. The lowering sun completely gone but now the fluorescent moonlight took its place. It gave us ample light reflecting from the shimmering lake. I could feel every bit of my body soften and loosen up. My head lay back to rest on Terry’s buff arm still wrapped around me. We were both pretty quiet enjoying our high and the tranquility around us. I look over to Terry to make sure he’s okay only to meet his incredible grey eyes, low and hazy from the marijuana, already locked on me.

“How you feeling?” He asks deep in tone, his gaze still stuck on me.

“Good. I feel great actually”

“Good. I’m glad to hear, babe. Come here…” Terry whispers before grabbing me around my waist and pulling me into his lap. Never taking his eyes off me. I was starting to really get lost in them. All I could picture was the last time we fucked, soaking my satin panties as I clinch my thighs on Terry’s lap. My eyes gaze down to his juicy pink lips that just seem to be calling my name. Without hesitation, i pull Terry in for a passionate kiss. Lips smacking and soft biting making us both groan into each other’s mouths. I could feel Terry’s thick bulge grow stiffer below me as he shifts my booty on his lap to help adjust himself. He let out a soft moan before placing lewd, wet kisses all over my neck.

“Terry you know that makes me weak” I moan out as he hits all my spots causing me to quiver.

Ignoring my plea, gripping onto my thighs, he continues to place warm kisses on my neck and slowly down my chest. Suddenly he stops and looks up at me. The moonlight beaming out of his now dark clouded eyes. He sits up, gently moving me off his lap and back on the bench before standing up and starting to take off his hoodie. I bite my lip watching him undress, revealing a white tee hugging his defined abs and massive arms. I quietly stare up at him from my seat, heat rising within me from anticipation, wondering what’s next to come. Also forgetting that we’re technically in public.

I’m high as shit.

“Lay back on my hoodie babygirl” Terry says softly while stretching his hoodie out on the bench space beside me. I do as he ask and lay my heated back to the wood bench to rest. Terry, now sitting by my feet and smirking down at me, slowly turns to me with his eyes still intensely on me, lifts my legs and places them firmly over his shoulders. Now I get the hint..

“Take these off” he whispers before licking his lips and pulling at my pants with authority.

I lift my lower body to assist him in slipping my pants and panties off in one quick swipe. The cool air hit my bare legs and made me clinch my legs shut.

“Open up for me, babe” Terry commands sliding his large body back on the bench and lowering his head right above my wet, aching pussy. “I got the munchies.. but all I wanna snack on is you”

With a sloppy, wet kiss to my throbbing clit, Terry began to devour my pussy like his last meal. I couldn’t help but to moan loudly as he slurps and licks me with purpose. One thick swipe of his tongue after another. As he playful darts his tongue in and out of my pussy and tenderly rubs my pulsing clit, I stare up at the stars above. Thanking God and the universe that I’ve found this man.

“Ahhhh Terry.. this feels so fucking good babyyy” I cry out reaching for the bench arm rest behind my head for leverage.

“Mmm.. you taste so damn good mama.. I could eat you all night..” he spoke with all his concentration still on my leaking pussy. Suddenly feeling two thick fingers slowly sliding into me, I arch my back out of pure ecstasy.

“Fuuuuck” I cry out letting Terry quicken his pace. Beginning to feel an amazing but unfamiliar pressure build within me.

“Pussy clenching up baby, you about to cum?”

“Oh my god… Terry!” I shout unable to explain what I was feeling. Silence falls as nothing but the sound of Terry’s fingers slipping in and out of me and his slurping and smacking fill the air. My eyes close shut and I swear even with them closed, I can still see stars. Suddenly, a loud gush erupts from my slippery center.

“God damn..” Terry groans staring at my pussy forming a puddle below him with a look of pride and accomplishment.

“Did you just make me squirt?!” I asks out of pure shock. Did I really just squirt on my boyfriend on a public bench?

“Hell yeah I did. You got me and my hoodie soaked baby girl” he says with a chuckle and a menacing smirk.

“Oh my god” I say laughing to myself, covering my face as Terry lifts me up to hold me in his arms, face to face.

“Aww none of that now. Shit, that was fucking amazing. I didn’t know you could squirt like that, mama. I find it sexy.. lets me know I’m doing all the right things.. maybe I should get you high and eat you out more often” he suggest with that enticing smile of his.

“Yeah maybe” I respond with a smile and gaining a little sense of confidence back. The sound of loud car exhaust approaching made us both grab for our clothes and get dressed. Terry wasn’t lying when he said I soaked his hoodie. Even with it being black I could tell I left the majority of it damp and knew he’d be cold in this frigid wind as we walk back to his truck.

“I’m sorry again about that Babe” I say with my arms crossed in front of me to shield my exposed skin from the breeze.

“You don’t hear me complaining do you? Stop worrying, love. So what I’m drenched? I love that shit. All that matters to me right now is that you feel good.. you gushing all on me like that just shows me you was feeling more than good though.. right baby?” He asks slowly stepping closer to me, forcing my back against the truck door, invading my space in a way that makes my knees almost buckle. Him and these goddamn eyes!!

“Oh I’m more than good..” I almost whisper looking deep into his glistening orbs, feeling like I’m under a trance.

“That’s what I like to hear. Gimme kiss..” Terry says before pulling me into him by the waist and giving me two sweet, wet kisses, “come on, beautiful. Let’s get back on the road. We still got the night ahead of us.”

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK and sorry for any typos 🙈🩷 Depending on feedback I’ll write the rest of the weekend with Tory and Siya 🥰 I have a feeling this is gonna get cute and nasty lmao appreciate y’all! -Kye ✌🏽

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— whoa, we're going to ibiza! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble - pt. 1

a little something i've been working on the past couple of days

thanks to @alotofpockets and @lvnleah for helping me out along the way!

“Whoa, isn’t this place fantastic?” Jordan broke the silence, turning to look at you from where you are reluctantly standing on a balcony looking out to the view of the pool, “What a view, ey, kid?” She asks.

It does look fantastic, but you’re not willing to admit that anytime soon.

You are in Ibiza on holiday with Jordan along with the rest of the girls, but it’s not like you had a choice in coming here.

Well, you’re excited to be here, however you’re not so thrilled about the company.

More so, Jordan. You don’t get along that well, it’s a given fact so the whole idea of Leah forcing you to come on holiday with her was your own version of hell currently.

“Yeah whatever,” You murmur, paying more attention to your phone that’s planted in your hand, “I don’t care.” With the usual attitude of a typical teenager, you shove your way past her to go back inside the villa that you’re currently staying at with everyone.

“So, I thought we could go for a walk in the nearby town later once we’ve settled in if you’re up for it?” Jordan still tries to continue to be positive about things.

“No thanks, I’m fine here,” You're reluctant to want to willingly spend any alone time with the woman, it’s something you want to try and avoid if you can help it.

Jordan frowns at you turning down her office, “Okay, alright… Well, how about we relax by the pool instead? You know, we can just spend time together like we used to do?” She suggests, trying to be hopeful.

“Yeah, like we used to do,” You can’t help but scoff in disagreement, “I don’t want to be here, Jordan. Don’t you get that? The only reason I’m here is because Leah all but forced me into it– I don’t care about wanting to spend time with you when you… When you abandoned me!” You spit out the words.

You can tell that Jordan feels hurt by that statement, “Kid, I… I know that I hurt you but I never meant to abandon you. I had to do what was right for my career,” She pauses to gather her thoughts, “I needed to move away from Arsenal, you can understand that, right?”

“Sure, yeah. Career first, family second, ain’t that right, Jord?” You remark, bitterly. “Whatever, I don’t see how this holiday is going to change things.” You want to make it clear that you don’t want to amend the relationship any time soon between you both.

“Monkey if you just give me a chance to show you–” Jordan’s words are cut short.

You shake your head, “Like I said before, I don’t want to be here!” With that, you start to head out of the room to get away from Jordan, who seems all but determined to make things right.

“Monkey, please…” The older woman's pleas are useless when she’s left in the empty room before she exhales a sigh, sitting down on a vacant chair and planting her head in her hands.

“Oi, kid,” Katie approaches you as your now lounging by the pool later in the day, you have your headphones in to completely drown out any background noise and that is going so well until their yanked out of your ears by none other than the Irish left back, “Do you plan to ignore everyone with them headphones in?”

“It’s working so far,” You remark sarcastically, dropping your phone into your lap.

Katie rolls her eyes at the sarcasm she’s all too familiar with, “What was all that about with the argument between you and Jord?” She wonders.

“Jordan’s trying to act like my parent when I don’t need her to be, cos’ it’s too late for that,” You murmur, attempting to stick your headphones back in but Katies’ quick to reach for them and pull them out, again, “Katie, I just wanna listen to music. Can’t you pester someone else instead?”

The Irish woman chuckles and shakes her head, “You know the idea of this holiday is so that you can spend time with everyone, not keep yourself hidden away like you’re currently doing.”  She states.

“I don’t want to be here, I don’t even want to enjoy myself with everyone else,” You tell her honestly, showing very little interest in still wanting to be here, “So, I’m fine here as I am, thanks.” You add, irritated.

Katie exhales a sigh and takes a seat on the opposite lounger, “So, why did you come here then if you don’t want to be here then, kid?” She wonders.

“Well I didn’t really have much choice in the matter, Leah was the one who all but forced me into it!” You exclaim, letting out a huff to prove your clear disagreement about this still, “She thinks it will be a somewhat magical way for me and Jordan to fix things.”

“I get that you’re upset and you feel like Jord abandoned you, Monkey but that was over a year ago now,” The Irish woman reminds you gently, “You gotta let it go at some point, kid. You know she’s really trying here with you.” She adds.

Shaking your head in disagreement, you’re not so keen to agree with that, “She left us– She left me, when she promised she never would!” You end up raising your voice slightly.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” Katie lifts her hand up at that to gesture to try and calm down a bit and not get upset, “You’re upset, I get that but come on… Give Jord some credit, eh? She’s still there for you and Buddy, Jord’s a fantastic Mama, to you both despite what you may think!” The woman can’t help but feel bad for the way that her best friend is being treated like this.

You can’t help but scoff and shake your head in disagreement, “Yeah well it still doesn’t change the fact that she did leave, cos’ she said she wouldn’t and then oh look, she’s gone! Poof!” You gesture the hand action with your hand and glare at the brunette woman, “Why should I give her a chance?”

“Listen kid, I get it, I do. Things have been rough in the past but Jord’s still here,” Katie continues to stick up for her best friend, “Jord’s here, she’s trying to make things right. Yeah she might not be perfect, but she loves you. She’s just trying to be here for you and Buddy if you’ll just let her!” She exclaims.

“Yeah?” You scoff in response once again and lean forward to try and square up to the brunette with a bit of confidence that you have,  “If that’s the case then why did she just up and leave like that without a second thought.  If… If she really cared about me then, why would she do that?” You question.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but you refuse to show any sign of weakness at this moment.

Katie exhales a deep sigh, “Sometimes people have to make a choice in life, Jords’ move wasn’t about upping and leaving just to hurt you, Monkey. It was about getting a chance to be a part of a team where she would get regular minutes and she would get to the world cup– Monkey, she’s here now,” The women shouts abruptly when you go to stand up from the lounger, being down with this conversation as she takes a gentle hold of your wrist, “She wants to fix things, so just let her.”

“I… I can’t trust her so easily,” You admit, quietly to the older woman as you bite your bottom lip, “I’m scared to let her in again in case she just walks back out without a second thought.”

Katie smiles sympathetically and squeezes your knee, “I understand that and it’s okay to feel like that, but she’s genuinely trying here so at least give her a chance, for me?” She pauses, “I know it’s not going to be easy but I mean it when I say that she does love you, so much kid.”

After the abrupt conversation with you, Jordan is left with her own feelings of despair as she takes the time to sit outside on the balcony of the villa, where she looks out to the sunset as her phone starts to ring in her pocket.

Sliding it out of her pocket, Jordan smiles faintly as Leah’s contact photo appears from the day that Buddy was born, it mirrored the makeshift family of 4 on such a happy day, which is such a stark situation right now.

“Hey,” Jordan presses the phone up to her ear and answers the blonde with a look of exhaustion on her face.

“Hey Jord,” Leah replies, taking a quiet moment aside from her own holiday to check in with her ex and see how things were going, “How’s it going with Monkey?” She wonders.

The older woman sighs in response to her ex’s question, “Well, it’s… it’s difficult to say the least.”

“Oh, really?” Leah questions, concerned.

“I… I don’t know how to fix things, Le,” Jordan admits, biting her bottom lip, “Where did it go so wrong?”

Jordan can’t see Leah’s facial reaction on the other side of the call but she does her a sigh, “Is she being really difficult? I thought this would be a good way for you to bond,” She pauses, “What’s happened?” Curious to know the events that led to this.

“Monkey doesn’t want to be here, she’s unhappy and I hate the idea of that,” Jordan tells her ex, fiddling with a loose thread of her shorts, “Especially if I’m the one who causes it.” She murmurs.

“It’ll get better, Jord,” Leah tries to promise the older woman.

Jordan can’t help but scoff in disagreement with the blonde's words, “Will it? I’m half tempted to put her in a cab and send her to you on the other side of the island,” She admits, “At least I know she will be happier then.”

There’s another sigh from Leah’s end of the phone, “Give it time, where’s the Menace now?” She asks.

“Le, I know you thought this might work out well, but she hates me Le, our daughter completely hates me,”  Jordan tells her, feeling like her heart is breaking at the words, “She’s inside the villa, I think she’s hanging out with Grace, Less, Ella and Anna. Do you want to speak to her?” She asks.

“She doesn’t… She looks up to you still. You know our girl is stubborn and finds it hard to deal with change all that well, but she’ll come around in time, you just have to keep on trying with her,” Leah tells her ex honestly, “No, no, leave her be with them. I’ll text her later before she goes to bed.”

Jordan forces a weak smile on her face, “I’m gonna try, but I don’t know how much more of this I can,” She murmurs, bowing her head, “Please tell me it won’t be this difficult when Buddy gets to this age?”

There’s a chuckle from Leah on the other side of the phone, “Oh no, with Buddy, things will be a walk in the park, well we can hope,” She states, feeling confident about her words, “If not then we at least have experience in what to do, eh?” She jokes with her ex, hoping to lighten the situation.

“That will be true,” Jordan lets out a laugh, mission accomplished.

“I know it’s tough to not seem hopeful, but she will come around soon enough,” Leah turns back to serious mode to reassure the older woman, “Just don’t let her get away with complete blue murder, okay? You need to remember to set boundaries, even if she tests them!” She states, firmly more than aware of the antics that you will no doubt get up to when she’s with her English accomplice, Grace, around her.

“I hear you, Le, but I don’t want to be too lenient but I find it hard to scold her about things when I just want this whole mess. I hate how distant she is,” Jordan tells the blonde, “I know Monkey is strong willed at the best of times, but does she really despise me for leaving that much still?”

“Listen, you know… When you left to go to Aston Villa, Monkey, well you know she found it tough and you know there’s been a lot of challenges. Our girl still has that childlike innocence that she doesn’t understand these things– You know with what happened with her biological parents, she’s afraid that people will leave her at the drop of a hat,” Leah explains to the older women, hoping it helps with things, “But I know that despite whatever she’s lashing out and saying to you, she really doesn’t mean it. Even if Monkey is reluctant to say it, she still does need you, Jord, so be patient with her and don’t give up yet, okay?”

“So, really think she doesn’t hate me?” Jordan feels like there’s a glimmer of hope reconnecting with you  after all, “I just want to make things right, but it feels like I’m not getting anywhere.” She murmurs.

“No Jord, I know that she doesn’t hate you. Monkey struggles with emotions, but her words are well, there just words and you know she doesn’t mean any of what she says,” Leah reassures her ex, “If Monkey is giving you this much of a hard time I can have a word with her, if you like?” She offers, not liking the  idea of you two getting on.

Jordan smiles hearing Leah say that, “Thanks, Le. I needed to hear that, I’m just going to keep trying to be patient and hopefully something good will come of it soon enough, hey?” She tells her ex before she shakes her head, quickly realising that Leah can’t see her do that, “No, that’s okay, there’s no need to do that. I’m going to make things right with her. I’m not giving up.”

“Of course, just remember to be patient, alright?” Leah pauses as she hears someone shout her name in the background, “Yeah, comin’ now– Jord, I’ve gotta go, but you’ve got this. I’ll see you next week when you drop her off.”

“Thanks. See you next week,” Jordan replies before she ends the call, having been left with a mixture of hope and determination to try and make things work with you.

“You gonna eat that, kid?” Jordan gestures to the food on your plate that has so far barely been touched.

You weren’t all that keen to be where you are right now, sitting round a table with the rest of the girls as they all laugh and chat about things, catching up on life outside of football.

You wish to be anywhere but here, but Jordan was determined to get you out of the villa to come to the restaurant and join everyone here.

At least you are able to sit between Alessia and Grace, while Jordan is sitting directly opposite beside Katie with Beth on the other side of her, so there’s some distance at least between the two of you.

“No, I’m not hungry,” You make your point well known as you scrunch your face up and push the plate aside, “And I don’t like it!”

Jordan frowns but tries to remain positive with Leah’s in the back of her mind, “You’ve not even tried any of it. How do you know you don’t like it if you haven’t eaten any of it?” She questions, apprehensive of your potential backlash.

“I just don’t,” You continue to be downright horrible towards the older woman, “Don’t act like you know what I like and dislike, you don’t have a clue!”

“Oi, kid!” Katie’s glaring at you from across the table, “We talked about this before, quit being such a brat about things!” She states, not putting up with the fact that you were treating her best friend like complete shit.

It was valid for you to do this, Jordan left you. You have a lot of resentment towards the woman.

You smirk and shrug your shoulders, “Well maybe I’m not in the mood to pretend that things are fine, huh?”

Beth exhales a sigh and shakes her head, “Monkey, come on, that’s enough. We’re all just trying to have a good time here,” With being on same time as you, Beth is more than aware of your reluctance be around Jordan but being that Beth is also one of Jordan’s good friends, she isn’t just going to sit there and let you act the way you are, “If you don’t like your food, how about we find something else you’d like?” She offers.

“Nah, I’m good. It’ll probably all taste just as shit,” You murmur in disagreement.

“Hey, knock it off with the language,” Viv chips in, shaking her head, “Monkey, I get that you’re upset about things, but Beth is right. This holiday is for us to enjoy that and right now, it’s hard to do that when you’re upsetting Jordan like you are.” She tells you, giving you a pointed look.

“Well boo hoo, soz for hurting your feelings and all, but what about my own feelings?” You exclaim without so much as a care in the world, “She left me and now I’m here, stuck on holiday like this is going to fix things!” You don’t mean to be so abrupt with your words, but you feel hurt right now.

“Monkey!” Katie exclaims, clearly had enough of your attitude.

“What? It’s true!” You respond, smirking at the Irish woman, “I don’t want to be here. I’ve already said that. I wish I could be with Leah instead!” You shout in anger, you miss the stern blonde but at least you felt safe and happier around her, compared to being stuck here.

“As much as you want that kid, this is my time to spend with you,” Jordan insists, still trying to remain calm despite your words living in a stinging feeling.

“Yeah, well I don't want to be here with you, Jordan!” You sneer with venom in your voice.

“Monkey, that’s enough!” Katie shouts, standing up from her seat as she slams her hands on the table loudly making the whole table to go silent, “You’re being so rude to Jord right now and I’m not gonna let you continue speaking to my best friend like that! Jords’ is literally doing everything that she can to amend things and you’re still holding this grudge against her. Newsflash kid, she didn’t abandon you like your biological parents did, she’s still here! She loves and cares about you so much and here you are, spouting words and throwing it completely back in her face!”

“Katie,” Jordan whispers, shocked that her best friend would bring your parents into this.

Tears start to well up in your eyes as the words hit home, “I… I’m sorry,” Feeling a certain sense of overwhelm, you abruptly stand up from your chair as it topples over behind you, you don’t care much as you run out of the restaurant as quickly as you can.

“Well done, Katie,” Beth mutters, shaking her head in the direction of the Irish girl.

Jordan exhales a sigh and begins to stand up from her seat, “I’d better go after her so she doesn’t run off.”

“No, Jord, it’s fine, you stay here,” Alessia shakes her head and stands up from chair, “I’ll go and talk to her.  If she sees it's you coming outside then she might attempt to run.” She explains, carefully.

As much as the words hurt to hear, Jordan knows that Alessia is right about that so she nods in agreement, “Thanks, Alessia,” She thanks the blonde girl, who quickly leaves the restaurant in search for you as Jordan turns to look at Katie, “Did you really have to go and say those things to her?”

“What? Sometimes the truth hurts to hear,” Katie replies, looking defensive, “Jord, you’re trying so hard with her to build bridges and she’s just being rude!” She states.

“I know you’re trying to help but you know that her parents are a… sensitive topic to talk about,” Jordan murmurs, exhaling a deep sigh.

“Katie, you didn’t have to be so abrupt with her like that,” Viv tells her in disagreement as she shakes her head, “Monkey is upset and that is understandable, let me also remind you that she’s on holiday with people who she isn’t all that close to, is she?” She pauses to let the Irish girl think, “She’s going to be acting reserved like this.”

Katie frowns in confusion, “What’d you mean? Jord is here, I’m here, Beth’s here, Alessia’s here… You’re here,” She is left feeling dumbfounded.

The Dutch woman exhales a sigh, “Well yes, Jord is here, along with the rest of us. The whole purpose of Monkey coming along is to try and rehash things with her and we shouldn’t interfere with that,” She tells her friend, “But yes we’re here, but Monkey isn’t particularly close to any of us, is she?” She repeats her words, trying to get her point across.

“I… I don’t get it,” Katie continues to look confused.

“Who’re the top people that Monkey is closest to on the team?” Beth chimes in, trying to help the brunette understand things, “Go on and name them.” She prompts.

“Leah, Jord, Kim, er Lia,, Alessia and… uh Kyra,” Katie reels off the list.

Viv hums in agreement with her friend, “Yes, exactly, and out of them 5 people, who’s here, like right now?”

Katie furrows her eyebrow, “Jords’ here… And Less is as well.”

“Right, okay, but Monkey and Jordy aren’t really on the best of terms right now, are they?” Beth states, exhaling a sigh, “Okay, let’s look at it this way. Whos’ not here, that Monkey all but depends on?” She asks.

“Leah,” The realisation hits Katie and she smacks the palm of her hand against her forehead, “Oh, shit. I messed up.”

"Yep," Viv murmurs in agreement, "Can you really blame Monkey for acting out in the way she is when she's missing Leah so much?" She questions, knowing that despite the way you have been acting, there’s a reason behind it when you’re not with the blonde, who is all but home to you now.

"I... I didn't see it that way," Katie immediately starts to feel remorseful, "I was just upset with how she was treating you Jord, I'm sorry."

Jordan smiles in understanding and nods, "It's alright mate, I know you're only trying to help but I know that things with Monkey are going to take time, Vivs' right about her missing Leah, she's always attached to her so this is bound to be hard for her to come on holiday with me, you and everyone else." She explains.

You had to wonder why Katie would stoop so low to mention your biological parents?

She really knew where to hit a nerve and her words completely caught you off guard.

You hadn’t really thought about either of them in a long while if you’re being honest, well, that’s a lie, you’d been having recurring nightmares more so about your dad recently but with the anniversary of his death soon approaching, it was bound to happen.

Of course, you have been good to hide any of this from people, even if you have some kind of inkling that people know you’re not sleeping well again.

However, your biological mother? You couldn’t help but resent that woman for leaving you so young with the cruelty of a man who hurt you and left you with a lifetime of scars.

“Monkey?” Alessia calls out to find you, pulling you from your thoughts that were swirling around in your head, “Monkey?” She repeats, unable to spot you from where you sit on a bench tucked away, your shoulders hunched over and the tears streaming down your face.

“I’m over here,” You speak up barely loud enough to be heard.

“There you are,” Alessia looks relieved before she makes her way over to where you are sitting.

Sniffling slightly, you try and harshly wipe the tears that flow away, “I… I didn’t mean to be so horrible, I didn’t mean to run off like that either,” You admit, looking up to the older girl, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to apologise,” Alessia perches beside you and wraps her arm around your shoulder, “I know you’re having a tough time being here, everyone gets that and Katie didn’t mean to upset you in the way that she did.” She explains, trying to comfort you and be there for you.

“It… It just hurts to hear her say that, I know my real mum and dad are shitty people, but I hate the fact that Katie brought them up after all this time,”  You mumble, burning your face in the older girl's shoulder, “I miss Le.” You admit.

You can’t help but miss the blonde, she’s been a constant presence in your life for the better part of four years and with the anniversary coming up soon, it hurts that she’s not currently around.

Sure you’ve been away without her before, but this time is different when the events are looming and she’s the one person you trust the most.

That used to be Jordan, at least until she abandoned you… Now she felt like a complete stranger to you.

“I know you do,” Alessia sympathises with you, because despite you being 19, this is your first proper time really away from Leah for a whole week with people that you’re not all too familiar with in such an overwhelming place, “I know it’s a lot to deal with and handle, Jord understands that as well.”

“It’s hard right now,” You murmur quietly as you start to pick at the skin around your nails as a bad habit returns, “I… I really didn’t mean what I said back there, Lessi. I just… I’m scared to trust her again. Things are difficult right now, the… the anniversary of my dad’s death is coming up soon and it just… everything feels hard.” You admit the blonde, trying to stop any further tears from spilling again.

Alessia frowns in realisation, “That’s soon, huh? Does… Have you spoken to anybody about this?” She asks, concerned about your emotional wellbeing.

Shaking your head, you rest it on her shoulder, “No, I… I didn’t want to give Leah another reason to worry about me,” You tell her, knowing that the blonde would be beside herself with worry if you did tell her.

“I’m sure that she’d want to know if you’re upset, wouldn’t she?” The blonde questions, squeezing you gently, “Or Jord, I know things are tough but she’ll be there for you, you know she will.” She adds, hesitant for your reaction of pushing the woman away.

“Maybe, but she’s enjoying herself and I don’t want to ruin that because I can’t handle my emotions,” You state bitterly, shaking your head in disagreement, “I want to trust Jord, Lessi, but… but I’m afraid of getting hurt again.” You murmur the truth, allowing yourself to be vulnerable with the blonde.

“Oh Monkey, its’ okay,” Alessia continues to comfort you until your sobs subside, “It’s not my place to make you tell them, but I do think it might help a little bit, yeah?” She suggests, still trying to be supportive.

“No, I don’t… I’ll tell Le, but after Ibiza, I don’t want to ruin her time away,” You disregard the idea of telling the blonde about any of it right now.

“Okay,” Alessia replies, knowing your stubbornness will win and you will tell her when you are ready.

“Hey, girls,” Vic shouts aloud, slowly limping over to you both with the unfortunate luck of a recent ACL injury that will leave her on the sidelines for the months to come, “Not interrupting anything am I?” She asks.

“No, no, we’re just chatting, aren’t we, kid?” Alessia smiles at you in reassurement.

You nod in agreement, “Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine now,” You pause to look at the Dutch girl, “What’re you doin’ out here?” You ask.

“Just needed some fresh air,” Vic answers honestly, “The girls are talking about going to a club but I don’t think I could handle that with my knee, so I think going back to the villa would be better for me.” She states.

“Yeah, I’m not much in the mood for going out tonight,” Alessia admits as she turns her head to look at you, “How about you, kid? Want to come back to the villa with us?” She asks.

“M’ tired,” You tell them in agreement as the exhaustion catches up to you.

“Well in that case, I think we’d best head back there then before you fall asleep on the bench. I heard all about your sleeping shenanigans in Glastonbury,” Alessia jokes, finding amusement in the stuff that Leah had filled her in about, “Edible gummy bears, hm?”

“I thought they were sweets,” You pout as you begin to slowly walk back to the villa with the two of them, “They still tasted nice, anyways!”

By the time that Jordan arrives back at the villa with the rest of the girls, it’s completely silent no doubt down to the fact that it was late and you, Alessia and Vic would be asleep.

“It’s quiet,” Ella’s somewhat loud voice is the first to break the silence as they enter the villa following their time at the club, “Are they still awake?” Flopping down onto the sofa in the living room area, she’s more than ready to tuck into the burger she brought on the journey back.

“The lights are still on,” Anna points out.

Beth looks around the villa, “I can’t see them anywhere.”

“Maybe they are asleep?” Jordan thinks aloud, knowing from the text she received that Alessia and Vic did bring you back to the villa so you had to be somewhere.

Grace starts to walk in the direction outside, “There not in the pool.”

“Why would they be in the pool? It’s pitch black dark out there, Grace!” Ella asks with a mouthful of burger.

Teyah snorts and settles down onto the sofa beside the Man U player, “Late night swim?” She jokes.

“Be quiet, if they’re asleep then you’re gonna wake them up,” Viv chimes in, walking into the kitchen area to grab a glass of water.

“I’m clueless,” Katie pipes in.

Vic, hearing at the commotion from outside the bedroom where she sleeps, hobbles out to see what all the commotion is about, “Hi, you’re back,” The tiredness in her voice is evident to the fact she’s not long woken up, “How was the club?”

“Good, a lot of fun. We wished you could have come!” Beth grins, throwing her arm around the girl but careful to not knock her knee.

“I wish I could but my knee needed rest,” Vic replies, honestly.

“Do you know where Monkey is?” Jordan wonders, anxiously.

“Or Less?” Maya chimes in.

“Oh, they’re both asleep in Monkey’s room,” Vic answers, trying to stifle her yawn but fails, “Monkey crashed and wouldn’t let go of Less.” She adds as Jordan walks down the hallway and peeks into the dark room to see where you are sprawled out on top of Alessia, the both of you are both completely out of it as the woman notes you’re wearing Leah’s Arsenal hoodie that she swore the blonde thought she had been missing this whole time.

“Aw,” Ella coos, poking her head round the door while still eating the remaining half of her burger.

“Keep your voice down, will you? I don’t want you to wake her up,” Jordan warns her, firmly as she sees how out of it you seem to be.

“Oh sorry Mama Bear,” Ella winks playfully at the older woman before she heads back in the direction of the living room, “Guys, don’t wake Monkey up or Jord might kill yer!” she jokes with the rest of the girls.

Jordan rolls her eyes hearing the brunette girls’ words as she softly steps into the dimly lit room to see a clearer view of you completely clutching on to Alessia while you sleep.

“I’m awake,” Alessia whispers, opening her eyes and adjusting to the natural light in the room, “I have been for a while. I just didn’t want to move and disturb her.” She explains, motioning to you sleeping directly on her.

“Yeah she can have a tight grip when she sleeps,” Jordan replies in a hushed whisper, “Has she been alright?”

Alessia stretches slightly to try to get you to loosen your grip on her, “Yeah, she’s been fine, she was upset about what Katie said and I think it brought up a few things but when she got back here, we talked a bit more and then well, she fell asleep.” She explains.

“Has she been asleep for long?” Jordan wonders, curiously as she looks at you and it makes her heart ache slightly that she can’t be the one you are asleep on.

“A few hours or so,” The blonde tells her as she lets out another yawn, “Is everyone back now?”

“Yeah, but heads up that most of the girls are drunk,” Jordan chuckles in amusement, “Thanks for bringing the kid back to the villa. I’ve been worried about her.” She admits.

“I know, Jordan. I know things are tough right now but Monkey will come around in time,” Alessia tells the older woman, “Right, I’ll go and join the rest of them and leave you to be with Monkey.” She adds.

"Thanks,” Jordan thanks the blonde again.

Alessia carefully gets up from the bed while trying to not wake you up in the process, giving the older woman a reassuring nod before she leaves the room.

“I’m trying here kid,” Jordan exhales a sigh and lowers herself down to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, before she kisses your forehead, “I know it’s hard to trust me but I still love you kid, that’s never changed. Regardless of flesh or blood, you’re my kid.” She tells you, quietly.

The woman watches you for a little while longer before standing up from the bed, she makes sure you are tucked in before she dips out of the room to join the rest of the girls out in the main area of the living room and leaves you to sleep.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Here’s a cute thought I had.

Toddler!reader seeing Shiva and Adam treat their wives well,so when a boy comforts them by sharing delicious snacks and hugging them when they’re crying, they automatically associate that with love. Since he treats them nice like how Adam and shiva treats their wife(wives). The family soon realizes readers feelings when reader invites them to their “wedding” since reader plans to marry the boy.

-You looked up at Shiva fed Kali a strawberry, smiling as she beamed, enjoying her treat, holding a hand to her cheek, before you looked over, seeing Adam resting his head on Eve’s lap, the two of them exchanging sweet words with each other.

-The father of all humans and the god of destruction both adored you, as did their wives, and they co-parented you, all six of them, showering you with love and teaching you so many things.

-You saw how Adam and Shiva treated their wives, with soft kisses, hugs, gentle words, making them smile, and you learned, in your mind, that’s what love was.

-Unfortunately for your papas, you took these lessons to heart while you were at school- attending pre-school. Your teacher was teaching you about weddings, as she recently went to her sister’s wedding, and was showing you all pictures.

-While at recess you slipped and fell, hurting yourself and as you were sitting the classroom while your teacher called the nurse to come down, a boy who was good friends with you, who was always sweet, came over, taking one of your hands in his, “Don’t cry Y/N- I’m here. It won’t be so scary if I’m here!”

-You sniffled softly, smiling at him, thanking him quietly as many of your other friends were saying the same thing, telling you not to be scared but B/N was the only one to hold your hand.

-He stayed with you for the rest of the day, as you couldn’t play, since your hands and knees hurt, and when you asked him, “You’re not playing with your baseball?” he just beamed brightly, “I can play with that anytime- you’re the one who needs me the most right now.”

-By the end of the day, when your six co-parents came to pick you up, Adam and Shiva froze, seeing you holding hands with a boy, wearing matching bracelets you had made together, smiling at each other.

-Eve and Parvati thought you were adorable as you waved goodbye and Shiva picked you up, seeing your injuries- they knew about them, as your teacher had to call them, but they weren’t anything super serious, “Did you have fun today?”

-You beamed brightly, “I did! B/N and me are in love and we’re gonna get married!!”

-Shiva turned to stone in shock, unable to respond and Durga pulled you into her arms, grinning down at you as the other mamas came over, “Oh and how do you know you’re in love?”

-You beamed brightly, “B/N took care of me when I got hurt, he held my hand and helped me not get scared, and he shared his snacks with me, and treated me nice and made me smile!”

-The four women were in shock while Adam was frozen and Shiva was still a statue, but they realized that you saw how those two would treat with, with kindness, love, and respect, because that’s what love was.

-It was over an hour after they arrived home, that they realized their husbands were still at school, stunned stiff, after the principal called Eve, asking her to come pick them up, as school was now over and they were freaking out some of the kids.

[dp-marvel94]

Real -Chapter 4

Summary:

While hiding from his parents in Gotham, an ill-timed encounter with his neighbor, Jason, has Danny pretending to be his own twin. Fortunately for Danny, the more he pretends the easier it gets. Until he is not pretending at all. Or: Danny names a duplicate and via ghost logic, said duplicate ends up becoming real.

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Note: So... my the chapter count went up from 4 to 6. Blushes sheepishly This story keeps growing beyond my control!

“Jamie.” Danny smiles softly up at his brother.

The other boy grumbles sleepily, slowly drawing his head up from his pillow. “What?”

“You lasted through the night.”

In a blink, Jamie sits up. His mouth falls open, his hands raising to his face. “Still… here?” He stares at his palms like he had never seen them before.

“Yeah buddy.” Danny sits up, grinning. “You’re still here.”

The clone stares disbelievingly for a few more moments. Finally, slowly, a hesitant smile blooms on his face. “Still here.” He stands from the couch, lowering himself to kneel beside Danny on the mattress. “Thank you.” Jamie spreads his arms, hugging the half ghost.

Gladly Danny returns the embrace. “I’m the dummy who forgot I had ectodejcto.” He shakes his head, chuckles more than a hint self-deprecating.

Still…. The chest pressed against his breaths slowly, warmth radiating from it.

He pulls back, fixing hopefully eyes on his twin. “How do you feel? Any different?”

Jamie raises a hand to his chest, brow furrowed in thought. “Kinda. Feel stronger. But…” The boy hesitates.

“But…” Danny gently prods.

“The heartbeat…. Feels different from yours.” The clone rubs fingers over his heart.

“Of course it does.” The older brother smiles encouragingly. “It’s your heart, not mine. That’s your body, completely yours.”

Jamie blinks once, his brow furrowing. “Guess it is.” Still, his hand rubs his chest.

Danny’s own brow furrows, puzzled. He had figured Jamie would be more excited at this development. The two are finally separate! But something is still bothering his twin.

After a pause, Jamie looks up, worried eyes fixing on the hastily wrapped cut on Danny’s bicep. “Is your arm better?”

“Oh yeah.” The half ghost casually turns to look. He pulls up end of the bandaging, peering at the thin scabbed line. “It’s fine.”

His twin’s frown just deepened. “It’s not fine. You got hurt and… and it’s Jamie’s fault.”

“No, it’s not. It’s not your fault.” Danny tries to reassure. “Spectra’s the one who decided to attack you when you were down.”

“And Spectra?” Fear flickers across Jamie’s face. “Where is she?”

“In the thermos.” Danny pulls the device out of the floor where he’d stashed it before going to sleep. “She’s not getting out anytime soon.”

His twin eyes the device. “And you’re planning to bury her in the park…” He bit his lip. “What if she gets out? Or a rogue finds her? One of the Bats? They could get curious.”

“Jamie, Jamie.” The older brother cuts into the anxious ramble. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll keep the thermos on me until I think of something better than burying it. I won’t let anything happen to it. Or to us. I’ll protect both of us.”

Doubt still flickers in the clone’s eyes but… “We’ll be okay?“ Round eyes plead his older brother for reassurance.

“Yes. We’ll be okay. You are going to be okay.” Danny smiles soothingly. “And you’ve finally got your own body! That’s incredible. If we could figure that out, we can figure out anything else that comes our way.”

Jamie finally exhales, tensed shoulders relaxing somewhat. Still, he says nothing about his new stability, just standing with a non-committal hum. He takes a few steps to the kitchen, opening the cupboard to pull out a box of cereal.

“You hungry?” Danny also stands. His lips quirk, pleased with the question.

“Yes.” The clone blinks once, staring at the box. His brow wrinkles. “That’s new.”

Danny laughs at the puzzled look. Still, he does not tease his brother too much. The two eat breakfast, mostly in companionable silence; even with his independent personality truly developed, Jamie is a person of few words.

As he’s cleaning his bowl in the sink, the clone cuts in. “Do you have work today?”

“Ugh. Yes.” Danny groans. Then he blinks, realizing. “I guess you’re staying here today?”

Jamie had visited him at work in the past, before the twins act became real. On their last longest foray apart – from when Danny woke up to when his body forced him to sleep at 36 hours – the clone had hidden away in the nearby library during Danny’s six-hour shift. Most of the time though, Jamie slept, his cold spark nested close to Danny’s own core. But hopefully now, their days of sharing a body are over.

“Yeah.” The other boy nods, pointing to the stack of books they’d picked up at the library. “Gonna try and get through The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.”

“Have fun.” The older quipped, more than a hint of tease.

The book is a mix of history, biography and biology that Danny himself would never have picked up. But at the library, he had watched as Jamie’s eyes lit up with excitement when spotting it. Oh, how Danny’s brightly own eyes had sparked at that excitement, sharing a measure of his brother’s joy.

Danny prepares for work, phasing the thermos into his side to keep it safe; no way was he leaving it here, alone with his brother. The half ghost dresses. He rides the bus across town. Takes orders, makes coffee, cleans the floor. A typical shift all around until….

Just as he is clocking out, a twinge of his twin’s fear ripples through their ever-present bond.

Danny heart pounds, a surge of panic in response. Is Jamie okay? What’s-

“Hey, Jamie. Danny’s not here?” Jason stands at the door.

The scene blooms in his mind, as clear as the coffee shop’s floor at his feet.

“No. At work.” Jamie’s voice answers.  “He should be clocking out about now though.”

“Alright.” Their neighbor smiles softly. “Do you want to help me surprise him with some cookies?”

“Uh… sure?” The tentative reply.

Jason lets himself in and Danny finally notices through Jamie’s eyes the large canvas bag he holds in either hand.

Through Jamie’s eyes… he must be seeing what his twin is.

“These are gonna be really great.” The man starts. “Not as good as my Gramps’. His start wars just as much as they end them.” He chuckles. “But he did try to teach me.”

The vision ends and Danny is left staring at the peg where he had been hanging his apron. One of his coworkers gives him an odd look and he hurries out of the store and towards the bus stop.

While Danny walks, words from outside himself poke at his core. It’s alright. Wanted to show you what was happening. No need to hurry.

Jamie soothes him and the half ghost gives a shaky sigh of relief. This is new, Jamie being able to sent him images through their bond. And words from so far away? His twin never ceases to surprise him.

Clumsily, Danny tries to reply back. Waiting for the bus. I’ll be home soon.

A mild confusion ripples down the line. Waiting? Home? Didn’t get all that. Need to focus on Jason though. Later.

The half ghost huffs. Well, that wasn’t the most successful. He feels the emotional communication trickle to a stop, his link to Jamie quiet and still.

Soon enough, the bus arrives. Danny rides back. He tries not to anxiously tap his foot, tries not to project that feeling to Jamie. As much as he likes Jason, he can’t help but share his brother’s worry. This is Jamie’s first time interacting with Jason by himself. And he still doesn’t know what he’ll do if the truth about his twin’s origin comes out to their neighbor.

Danny gets off the bus. He walks the few blocks back to their apartment, nervousness swirling in his gut all the while.

But as he approaches the door, hearing Jamie laugh at something Jason said, the familiar ease he’s started to feel with the neighbor slides right into place.

“Hey Jason.” Danny opens the door, giving the man a cheery wave. “Are the cookies ready?”

“What cookies?” Jason asks, innocently stepping in front of the oven.

“The one’s your Gramps makes,” The boy raises an eyebrow. “That apparently start and end wars.”

“How do you know about that?” The neighbor blinks once, raising his own eyebrow teasingly.

“Twin telepathy.” Danny grins cheekily.

Jason laughs. Then… he pauses a look a realization flickering across his face. “You’re not kidding, are you? Is that you two’s meta ability?”

A flash of panic. The older brother trades a look with the younger who just shrugs. “Yeah. We’ve got this… empathic bond, I guess. It’s feelings most of the time.”

“But can be words or pictures.” Jamie adds.

Jason nods in understanding. But he doesn’t press, doesn’t ask anymore questions. The three eat cookies and talk about the book Jamie picked out at the library.

As he’s leaving, the neighbor eyes the bandage on Danny’s shoulder. “What happened there?”

“I wasn’t watching where I was going running to catch the bus yesterday and run into a light post.” The boy shrugs, casual with the lie.

For a second, a dubious look crosses Jason’s face. Then a flicker of worry. “How’d it manage to scratch you? I hope you’re up on your tetanus shot.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Danny brushes him off. “I’m up to date.”

Still, Jason looks dubious. And yet still, he does not press.

At the same time, Jamie pales, trying to his best to hide the significant look he’s giving Danny.

Danny’s head tilts, brow furrowing as Jason leaves. The door closes. A second passes, two, ten. Then…

“Jason is the Red Hood.” Jamie blurts out.

The proclamation feels like a blow to the head. “What?!” In the next second, Danny slams hands over his mouth, trying to muffle the shout. “What? How? Are you sure?”

The clone nods vigorously. “Sure. He noticed this ankle isn’t twisted.” He flexes the previously injured joint. “Tried to look like he didn’t, like he wasn’t surprised. But saw that he was.”

“Okay.” Danny takes a breath, trying to calm the flash of panic.  “That doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”

But…. The way Jason asked about the cut on his arm, the way he reacted to the answer was strange and…

“Jason’s death aura….” Jamie cuts in. “It feels the same as Hood’s.”

The older boy’s protesting mouth snaps shut. “It… does.” He feels very foolish right now. “How… how didn’t I notice?”

His twin frowns biting his lip. “It was stronger yesterday when he was fighting.” He raises his hands to his head, tugging at his hair. “Why would we think our normal neighbor’s a vigilante?”

That is a fair point. He has had no reason to suspect before now. Except Jason always disappeared to work during rogue attacks. And Damian climbed up the fire escape and threatened to stab him. Is Jason’s family the other Bats?

“He… he saw everything.” Jamie stutters, cutting into Danny’s thoughts. “Spectra and you as Phantom and….” His eyes flicker back to Danny’s bandage. “Spectra’s scratch.” His eyes pop wide, fixing on Danny. “You told him we’re related.”

“Yes. I did.” Now it’s Danny’s turn to bite his lip.

“Does he know about us being ghosts?” And finally, now a jolt of anxiety buzzes from his twin

“He might…” The older half ghost frowns. “We could confront him. If he doesn’t know for sure now, he’ll work it out-“

“No!” Jamie interrupts forcefully. “We can’t… we can’t tell him!”

“Jamie-“

“He might not know.” The clone continues. “But we know his secret. We have the advantage. But… if he knows, he’ll tell the other Bats. And they might kick us out and-”

“Jamie, It’s okay.” Danny places a hand on his twins’. This worryingly sounds like their conversation from last night. “They’re not going to kick us out. Jason likes us. Besides, maybe they can help us, maybe better than the Meta Human Foundation can.” He bits his lip, at the same time guilt pricks at his heart; with everything that happened last night, he forgot to tell Jamie about his talk with Duke.

“That… maybe that’s true. Jason is nice; he cares about us.” The younger boy vigorously shakes his head. “But… but…”

“But what?” Danny gently prods.

Jamie looks down, biting his lip in hesitation.

“I know that you’re scared.” Danny sighs. “I am too. But we can’t do nothing. Either we confront Jason now, or he confronts us. Or knowing my luck, something happens and we don’t have a choice but to tell him. It’s better to do it now, on our terms.” The older boy’s brow furrow in gentle question. “Do you understand?”

“Ye…yes. But… we can’t.” Still, his twin insists. “Just… we can’t.”

“Jamie…” Danny sucks in a breath, feeling annoyance start to clash with his worry. “You can’t keep-“

“I…I can’t.” Jamie interrupts, voice trembling with desperation. “I can’t.”

The older’s eyes widen, any annoyance evaporating at that desperation, at the magnitude of it. It echoes back to just weeks ago, when Jamie plead that the twins having each other was not a lie. When his brother begged to be allowed to exist.

“Not… not ready.” The clone continues. “I’m not… not ready for Jason to know the truth.”

“Okay.” Again, just like that, Danny gives. “Okay.”

After everything — their fight last night, Spectra, Jamie finally gaining his own body – Jamie needs to lead. His twin needs to feel safe, stable, secure.

“We won’t to go talk to him tonight. And I won’t push you until you’re ready.”

Jamie lets out a breath, just a hint of relief. “Thanks.”

“Not be fast.” Danny points, giving his brother a serious, though still kind look. “We’re not putting this off forever. What do you need to be ready to talk to Jason?”

The clone’s frown deepens, shoulders rising. “Don’t… don’t know.”

“Maybe we could practice? I could help you rehearse how you want to explain things.” Danny offers. “Or you could write it down?”

Jamie perks up at that. “Like a letter?”

“Yeah. You could write what you want to tell Jason.”

With a nod, the clone agrees.

The two settle for bed and again, Jamie lasts through the night.

In the morning, the twins head to the corner shop. Danny buys breakfast while Jamie picks out notebooks and pens. The older half ghost goes to work while the younger stays home.

“See you later.” Danny waves, leaving his twin lying on the floor with his new writing supplies.

Stupid letter. The words occasionally echo across his link to Jamie, with twinges of annoyance.

The older half ghost returns home to find the apartment covered with balled up paper.

“It’s too hard.” Jamie groans, sinking his head against one last half-scratched sheet.

“You’ll figure it out.” Danny encourages. He reaches for a piece of paper, unballing it. “Maybe I can help-“

“Not yours.” His twin sits up with a hiss. He swipes the paper out of Danny’s hand.

“Alright.” The older puts his hands up disarmingly.

Danny does not press, despite his worry. Instead… “Let’s make some food. I bet you’re starving. I definitely am.”

“Hungry too.” Jamie agrees with a nod.

The two put on music while cooking. Danny grabs a large pot and a box of pasta from the cabinets, setting the water to boil. Jamie finds the cutting board and knife to cut up carrots for a salad.

Danny hums along to the music, dropping the noodles into the boiling water. A shocked gasp sounds behind him, the clatter of a knife dropping.

“What happened?” Danny turns rapidly, anxious eyes on Jamie.

“It’s fine.” The clone cuts in quickly, covering his finger. “I’m fine.”

“Did you cut yourself?” The older boy steps forward, reaching for the finger suspiciously cradled in Jamie’s left hand.

“I’m fine.” Again, the younger insists.

Still, with Danny’s pleading look, Jamie reluctantly hands over the injured hand. Neon green wells on the middle finger.

Danny frowns. “Let’s get this wrapped up.”

He retrieves a bandage for Jamie, returning to the kitchen to find his twin washing the area before grabbing and holding a paper towel over it.

“Here you go.” The older boy offers the bandage.

Jamie takes it, lifting the paper.

“Is that even a cut?” Danny chuckles to cut the tension, barely catching sight of the tiny break in the skin. He shakes his head amusedly. “We need to keep you away from knives.”

The clone rolls his eyes. “Jamie is fine with knives.”

The older half ghost’s lips twitch into a frown. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?” Jamie’s brow wrinkles, turning back to his cutting board.

“You used first person. ‘I’m fine.’ Then you went back to just saying Jamie.”

“Yeah. So?” The younger boy shrugs, forcibly casual.

“So?” Danny furrows his brow at the question. “Jamie is you, not some…” He waves his hands vaguely, trying to put together the words. “Not some other person other person you’re speaking for. You can use the first person.”

There is a pause. Then… Jamie turns to looks at him, sighing. “It’s not that easy. It’s…it’s...” The clone blows out a breath, shaking his head. “It’s… Jamie is easy, farther away. I.. me is hard. It’s close. It’s… scary.”

Danny’s eyes soft, round with worry. “Why is it scary?”

Before Jamie can answer, the pasta is boiling over and the smoke alarm is going off. The conversation is lost in the bustle of opening the windows and salvaging dinner.

Later when Danny is taking out the trash, he sees Jason in the hall. The two meet eyes and the half ghost knows. Jason knows that he is the ghost boy from that night. Just the subtlest raise of the vigilante’s eyebrow… does Jason know that the twins know about Red Hood as well?

“Danny, here.” Jamie opens the door, holding out a tied-closed shopping bag. “You forgot the bathroom.”

“Oh, thanks.” Danny takes the bag.

A tentative look between his brother and their neighbor. Jamie’s No is audible in his head, despite the clone’s even expression.

With a sigh, the older half ghost walks to the stairs, passed a vaguely questioning looking Jason.

The encounters with the neighbor over the next few days are much the same, an awkward dance of who knows what truth and whether either will speak. Danny debates what he’ll do if Jason finally presses the issue. At the same time, he tries his best to balance the need for action and for patience with his brother.

Another difficult conversation between the brothers and Jamie tentatively agrees to meet with someone from the Meta Human Foundation by the end of the next week. But stubbornly, on the question of confronting Jason…

“Not until the letter is done.” Jamie crosses his arms petulantly.

Over the past several days, Jamie had continued trying to write his letter while Danny was at work. Their trashcan overflows with drafts, ink staining the clone’s fingers.

“You could let me help.” Danny again offers. “What are you trying to figure out how to say?”

“No.” Again, Jamie refuses. “Can do it by myself.”

As proud as he is with the first-person pronoun… The older half ghost sighs. “This isn’t actually about getting the right words, is it?”

The clone averts his eyes, a green blush starting to rise.

“What about talking to Jason is worrying you?” Danny asks, leaning closer. “Is it a ghost thing?” He remembers Jamie’s surprise and guilt when he realized that his original was human and he wasn’t. The clone’s humanity has grown a lot since then, even if he still bleeds green, but… “I don’t care if you’re more ghost than human. And I don’t think Jason will either. With that death aura, I won’t be surprised if he’s a little ghostly himself.”

“No, it’s not that.” Jamie shook his head, biting his lip.

Danny’s brow furrows. “If it’s not a ghost thing bothering you, then…is it a clone thing?”

A long, heavy pause. Jamie’s fingers dig into the couch’s arm rest… and the older half ghost suspects he hit the nail on the head.

“Jamie, listen to me.” The older boy takes in a breath, letting earnestness fill his words. “If Jason has a problem with that, or any of the other Bats, I will personally beat them up for you. You’re my family, no matter what and-“

“No. That’s not it.” Jamie interrupts, hissing through his teeth. “That’s not…” Another hissing breath. “That’s part of it. But Jamie isn’t just some clone. There’s… more. More history. More…” He shakes his head vigorously. “It doesn’t matter.”

Danny blinks. “Of course it matters.”

“No, it doesn’t.” The clone’s arm cross, turning away. “Don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Jamie-“

His brother’s nostrils flare; for just a second, Danny wonders if he actually does see smoke. “Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It.”

Danny’s own nostrils flare, wanting to return the sudden anger in kind but…. The image of opening that bathroom door to find Jamie gone hits him. Any response dies in his throat, replaced by a grieved, fearful thickness.

Ever since Jamie stabilized in his own body, they’ve been going in circles. His brother is fearful, closed off to him. And… and Danny doesn’t know what to do. He wishes Jazz was here, that it was safe to call her. She would know to say, how to get the younger boy to open up.

The older half ghost heaves out a breath. Yet another reason they need to talk to Jason. With the Bats help, maybe they can find a way to safely talk to Jazz and Sam and Tucker. A familiar grief pricks him. He misses his friends and sister so much. And… the three don’t even know about his new little brother. That will be an interesting conversation.

Danny rubs his brow, at a loss.

In the meantime, the clone goes back to his paper. More ink stains his fingers, this time green. After a moment, the boy hisses, the paper’s edge raising a bead of ectoplasm on his thumb.

Dutifully, Danny rises for a bandage. Again, he helps his brother apply it.

Again, he wonders. What is he going to do?

Note: Rest assured, the confrontation with Jason is coming very soon! The build up just kept getting longer and longer so I decided to end the chapter here and put that in the next one. I hope you enjoyed!

[1800-lemon-boy]

Ok, so i’m working on playlists for both Luke castellan and Percy jackson and there is one common thing between the two i am going to rant about.

For the purposes of this rant i will be using 2 different songs as examples-

Percy- in case i ain’t around by Luke combs (fathers and sons album)

Luke- all i ever do is leave by Luke combs (father and sons album)

This is mainly because i noticed this while looking for pjo characters as country songs (i swear i will make the post at some point)

While there are other examples i could make using similar songs, Luke combs holds a special place in my heart.

What i want to talk about is more similarities between Percy and Luke by using music.

Both of the aforementioned songs are from the same album but fit two different but also very alike characters.

Lets start with Percy-

in case i ain’t around by Luke combs is a song about preparing for the future, a future that he may not even be apart of. Lyrics such as, “i ain’t goin’ nowhere no time soon but…” “that way i’m still there for you somehow, in case i ain’t around” and one more, “when it’s my time to die, boy don’t stop livin’”

Percy has accepted that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed, and he’s made preparations just in case. He has watched friends who have had bright futures, die in an instant. While Percy doesn’t plan on dying anytime soon, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Now Luke (this explanation is much longer lmao)-

All i ever do is leave by Luke combs starts with Luke talking about growing up not having a very present father in his life. with lyrics such as (at the very beginning) “me and myself tryin’ play catch, cause daddy ain’t home yet” and “mama said “you pray, cause your daddy gonna be late”. while hermes’ is never there for Luke (castellan, duh) he canonically helped his kids parents out, just not physically, which links in the line “but the lights stayed on somehow”.

Now, let’s get to the actual point. the song starts with Luke (combs) talking about how in his eyes, all his dad ever did was leave. but towards the end of the song he’s talking about how he hopes his kid doesn’t view him like that (i hope he don’t think all i ever do is leave).

Ok, so, how does this relate to Luke castellan?

yes hermes’ leaves him, but we are gonna talk about May castellan right now. while May castellan didn’t physically leave Luke, she mentally did. In an attempt to get closer to her son she was cursed to be farther away. she’s mentally gone. Yes, Luke physically leaves her, but she was already gone.

Now, let’s go to the second part of the song.

Luke (castellan) actually leaving.

this one’s a bit more obvious but i’ll still bring it up. Luke leaves Annabeth and many others on multiple occasions. he leaves camp during book one, and dies in book five and many more times in between. He just kept leaving them, again and again. He leaves his family, both in Annabeth and in the hermes’ cabin.

Now to the actual point of this post….

The main thing i’ve realised with Luke and Percy is that more often than not, i’m finding songs in the same album that fit them separately. The songs are similar but have different meanings. Luke and Percy are very similar and even coming to something as simple as songs, you can’t exactly have one without the other.

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[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part seventeen // billy hargrove x f!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

a/n: I’m going through a bit of family stuff but writing is my outlet so i don’t think it should be affected but to play it safe, this is going to be the hardest week of my life and I might get to requests slowly and post chapters slowly but maybe I’ll post more who knows. Anyways, thank you all so much for reading. I appreciate you all endlessly.

word count: 6k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, hey Eddie still exists!, Neil being Neil, pregnancy, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v

tag list: @blue-eyed-lion @bbyhargrove @sweet-villain @actuallyspencerreid @trapistani @sierrahhh @likeanimagepassingby2

Okay, so maybe it’s a bit ridiculous. The man has put a baby in you and is moving in to your parents house, you shouldn’t have to devise a plan to get him to propose to you. You never even pictured yourself in this role before but with all the pregnancy hormones and the devotion you feel towards Billy, the prospect of being his wife and the mother of his kids is insanely appealing. Perhaps this was all Mary’s fault. She’d put the idea in your head and now it was all you could think about.

That’s how you’re awake at the ass crack of dawn with her, making a lunch for Billy to take to his first day at your dads shop. You think that maybe if you start doing wife type things, Billy will realize how badly he wants to marry you.

“You wake up this early every morning?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Mary smiles wide as she pours you a cup of coffee, “How do you think I get anything done?”

“There’s like more than 12 hours left of today, that seems like too much time,” you complain as you hear footsteps down the hall.

You turn to see a sleepy, messy haired Billy with an unlit cigarette perched between his lips already. That same familiar feeling warming your chest and making you swoon whenever you see him. He walks into the kitchen, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to lean down and peck your cheek.

“Morning,” he grumbles to Mary and reaches for the coffee pot.

“Oh, here!” you cheer, extending out the cup Mary had just poured for you.

Billy takes it, smiling at you, “Thanks, darlin. Care to join me?”

“You haven’t quit smoking?” Mary gives you a look of shock.

Shamefully, you shake your head. You were going to schedule an appointment today for the doctors and figured you’d ask him about your options for that. You’d been smoking since you were thirteen and weren’t sure if you could quit and Billy wasn’t going to anytime soon so you’d always have the temptation.

“They’re Lights,” Billy offers, “It’s something.”

Again, your heart swells. It’s a small thing but you love how he defends you at any opportunity. Mary gives you both a disappointed look as you follow Billy out to the backyard. He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag before handing it to you.

“We can share,” he says, “At least you’re cutting back.”

You nod and lean your shoulder into his, “Thank you. I feel like you’re the only person who gets me.”

He kisses your temple but doesn’t say anything. You’d like to think you’re the only person who gets him. Billy’s still not good at talking about his feelings. He shows you how he feels through touch, and maybe that’s enough. For now, at least. If you’re gonna start a family with him, you’d like that to change.

He takes another long drag from the cigarette and speaks up, “I’ve got to get my things today. If there is anything left. You willing to make that trip with me when I get back?”

You think that means he feels safe with you. With a soft smile, you tell him yes. You know you two have to tell Neil that you’re pregnant, or at least, you think you should. See, Billy hadn’t told you about his dad finding the Polaroids of you and you still thought that Neil liked you, so you think maybe he’ll be excited that you’re pregnant. Billy knows better and is dreading telling his dad. In fact, he doesn’t really want to tell him, doesn’t want Neil to be a grandfather at all. He knows Neil will try to control his kid since he can no longer control Billy.

“Are you excited to work for my dad?” you ask.

Billy nods, he genuinely is. He likes working on cars, figures it’ll pay enough for you guys to find an apartment in a few months. He is thinking about marriage, but he’s afraid of it. Having a child together isn’t enough to make sure either of you stay, he’s learned that. He’s also worried you might run off into another man’s arms at the first sign of trouble. It’s a fear he can’t shake.

“Yeah. You looking for jobs today?” he asks as he stumps the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Sighing, you shrug. You hadn’t planned for that but you know you should. Billy shouldn’t have to have all the financial responsibility but you had no idea what you would do. Working at your dads shop could easily turn into a career but you didn’t have that luxury. Your options were limited with only being able to work until the baby was born.

“I suppose I should,” you tell him as he stands and helps you up.

-

You pick up the phone and dial a number you’ve had memorized since grade school but you don’t remember the last time you called it.

“Hello?” Eddie’s voice rings through.

“Hi,” you say meekly.

Eddie scoffs, “You remembered I exist.”

You lay on your mattress, looking up at the ceiling as guilt drips into your system. Billy kept you so distracted from everyone and then when you were broken up shortly, Steve took up most your time. Eddie wasn’t supportive of you and Billy and selfishly, you decided Billy was most important. He still was, even more so now that you were carrying his child but you and Eddie had so much history that it would be cruel to never talk to him again.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t been fair to you,” you say softly.

“I expected you to call when I heard Billy dumped your ass but you never did,” Eddie replies, “Guess you couldn’t bear to hear an ‘I told you so’.”

“We got back together,” you mumble, “But I should’ve called. I don’t want to have to chose between the two of you.”

“Then don’t.”

“Eddie, you’re the one who made me feel like I had to in the first place,” you explain, “Billy has no issues with you.”

He’s silent and your skin crawls. You didn’t want to lose him but you understood if Eddie wanted nothing to do with you.

“I just don’t want to have to deal with it,” he says finally, “If you guys are constantly breaking up and getting back together, I’m never gonna come around to the idea of him.”

“I don’t see that happening,” you reveal, “He’s moving in and I’m pregnant, so…”

“You’re what?” Eddie’s voice sounds shocked.

“Yeah. I’m having Billy Hargrove’s baby.”

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, “I tell you what, I didn’t see that one happening.”

“Yeah, we didn’t either,” you chuckle.

“And he didn’t run away? He’s moving in with you? Are you guys engaged or something?”

“No! Well, not yet. I don’t know if he wants to get married,” you admit, shyly.

Eddie laughs, “He’s moving in with you and you guys are having a baby. Why the hell would he skip marrying you?”

“I don’t know. Marriage is like a big deal, a big commitment,” you say and Eddie’s laughing harder, you picture him doubling over from it.

“Why are you laughing?” you pout, feeling like you’re missing out on some joke.

Once his breathing calms down, he starts, “He’s all fine and dandy knocking you up and you’re scared he can’t commit.”

Eddie starts laughing again and you really don’t see why it’s hard to believe. You and Billy both know that kids and marriage don’t keep people together. Eddie should know that too, but here he is laughing hysterically.

“It’s not funny,” you whine and finally, he sighs.

“You’re right,” he deadpans, “it’s stupid. So I have Hellfire tonight but if you’re not busy later this week, we should hang out.”

“Can I bring Billy?” you ask, twirling the phone chord around your finger.

Another sigh and he says, “Yeah… guess I should get to know him if he’s gonna be the dad of my god child.”

You’re heart swells, but you deep down knew Eddie would forgive you. You guys were practically family.

-

Dale holds out the light blue uniform shirt to Billy, tells him they can get him an embroidered patch soon and Billy thanks him. Having a name on the shirt was a privilege at the shop in San Diego and Billy never earned it. At your dads shop, it was something everyone typically got from the first day. He wanted his employees to feel important, like they belonged on a team.

Billy pulls the shirt over his white tank top and starts buttoning it up, eyes scanning over your dads office. It’s in disarray. Tools, papers and empty paper coffee cups placed sporadically. On his desk, is a photo of you and your brother. Billy picks it up and looks closer. He suspects it’s from a past trip to Florida because your hair is shorter.

“You’ll have to come out with us from now on,” Dale says.

“What? Sorry,” he places the frame back on the desk.

“Florida. For Christmas, you’ll have to come with us,” your dad explains and Billy feels weird but not in a bad way. Christmas wasn’t ever a special holiday since his mom left. In fact, they didn’t really even celebrate it before his dad met Susan. The only thing he’d looked forward to was a card from his grandparents. However, you talked about Christmas excitedly, you’d told Billy it was your third favorite; after Halloween and Thanksgiving of course. It must be that it was fun in Florida, that holidays with your family weren’t as empty or angry as the ones Billy was used to.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling at the thought, “Wonder what the surfs like down there.”

Your dad laughs, “The waters a lot choppier than California but I imagine you’ll have fun.” He gestures to the door, “Let me give you a tour, real quick.”

Billy listens closely as your dad explains the routine of the shop and what Billy’s primary responsibilities will be before sending him in with Darla from accounting and Billy recognizes the name when your dad says it. He walks into the little office and is met with a member of his fan club, one of the housewives that would hang out around the pool.

“Billy!” she smiles wide, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi,” he says as he walks up to her desk.

She keeps looking over Billy’s shoulder, causing him to turn and look.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she says, “We’re alone.”

He looks back at her with his brows furrowed. Alone? he thinks and his eyes dart down to the worn romance novel sitting on her desk. She stands and he shakes his head, “Oh, no.”

“No?” she looks disappointed.

Billy chuckles, “Dale just hired me, he sent me in here so I could fill out paperwork.”

Her disappointment evolves back into excitement, “You’re working here now?”

“Yep!” he chirps as he sits at the plastic chair across from her desk. “Saving for the baby and all.”

“Baby?” she asks and Billy revels in the defeated tone.

“Yeah, that’s why Dale’s giving me the job. His daughter and I are having a baby,” he puts his elbow on his knees and leans forward.

“Congratulations,” she says as she slams a clipboard on the desk. “Just fill this out quickly and I’ll have you in the books.”

“Awesome,” he grabs it, “Thanks.”

-

Billy takes the long way home, chain-smoking and listening to an entire cassette even though it’s typically a fifteen minute drive from the shop to home. He just needs to clear his head and his favorite way to do so is to take the road that stretches all around Hawkins and back. It’s mostly fields and farms, but it’ll take him right where he’s needs to go and he likes that it’s empty roads. He figures his alone time will be limited from here on out.

When he finally gets home, you’re voicing concerns. They’re in the form of questions, he knows you were worried but he can’t help but feel a bit suffocated. He knows these feelings are because of his looming fear of seeing his dad but he can’t help but lash out.

“I just took a drive,” he bites, “Can you chill out? It’s not even late.”

You stare back up at him, a little stunned but you press your palm on his chest and rub in circles, “I’m sorry.”

Billy doesn’t expect that reaction and his first response is to push you away, but that’s Neil getting in his head. He sighs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest and tucking his face into your neck.

“No, I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, “Just not looking forward to going over there.”

Your hands circle around his waist and you squeeze him, “I’ll be with you. We’ll make it quick, just grab as much as we can and leave.”

He pulls back and hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head back as he leans in to press his lips to yours. It’s chaste but lets you know he trusts you. And anytime his lips are on you, it heats up your thighs and leaves you a little breathless.

“Shall we get it over with then?” Billy grumbles though his tone suggests he really doesn’t want to.

You lace your fingers and pull him out the door. He allows you to lead him across the street and then the two of you just stand at the door. Billy feels as if he has to knock, like he hasn’t just spent a little less than a year living in this house. His knuckles tap against the wood as he prays Max answers the door. She doesn’t.

“It’s about damn time,” Neil spews as he stares at Billy, eyes dark. He eyes dart to you and then back to his son, “Needed your safety blanket, did ya?”

Your blood boils so you squeeze Billy’s hand tighter, “We’re just here to get some of his stuff.”

You figure you’ll do the talking, maybe make this a little easier. Neil opens the door wide, stepping back and you can see Susan peeking her head out of the kitchen. Billy tugs you inside, making a beeline for his bedroom door. Upon opening it, Billy sees that Neil has sold all his stuff and all that’s left is his stereo system and two packed boxes on the floor. His face heats up, he wants to scream at his dad but it’s a losing battle. He knows what Neil will say. He bought everything that was in there. Billy knows because the stereo is still there, it was the first thing Billy bought when he got his first ever paycheck.

He heaves a sigh and then looks over to you, “Can you manage the two boxes? It won’t hurt the… ya know.”

“Billy, I’m like maybe a few weeks along, it’s a little tadpole in there,” you say and then your eyes widen, realizing that you’ve just admitted you were pregnant.

You turn around to see Neil standing in the doorway, looking dumbfounded.

“Fuck,” Billy curses, bringing his hand to rub his brow.

“What was that?” Neil asks, stepping into the room.

Billy heaves a sigh and turns to his dad, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” he scoffs, “Sounded to me like your little girlfriend just said she’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Susan’s voice rings through the hall and she hurries to stand in the doorway.

Billy doesn’t say anything, he just starts stacking the speakers onto the cassette deck.

“You really fucked up,” Neil laughs sinisterly, the sound startling you and causing bile to rise up your throat. You swallow it down and go to grab the boxes but Neil stops you, “I’ll get the boxes. You shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.”

“No, it’s fine,” you try but he’s already picking them up with ease and heading for the door.

“Shit,” Billy says, grabbing the stereo and following after his dad.

You eye Susan curiously before walking out behind your boyfriend. Neil’s already at your doorstep when you get outside and Billy’s quickly shuffling across the street after him.

“Dad,” he calls out.

Neil bangs on the door and your dad opens it. Your hearts in your chest as you run after them. You have no idea what Neil’s plan is but you’re scared he’s gonna deck your dad right in the face.

“Neil,” your dad says, opening the door wider to let him in. You and Billy right behind him.

“Go ahead and just set those down anywhere,” Mary says to him, perched over the kitchen counter.

You shut the door behind you, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“Dad,” Billy pleads again, but nothing follows. He doesn’t know what he’s asking Neil not to do.

“So my sons knocked your daughter up, has he?” Neil says after dropping the boxes on the floor.

This is all your fault. The guilt rises in your throat and threatens to pour out, you reach to Billy for comfort once he’s set the stereo down.

“It would appear so,” your dad says, leaning against the kitchen table as he looks to Neil casually.

“And you didn’t kill him?” Neil responds, crossing his arms.

Your dad shrugs, “I like the kid.”

Neil chuckles, but it doesn’t sound happy, like he can’t fathom anyone liking his son. He shakes his head, seems defeated and you and Billy both admire your dad.

“Is that all, then?” your dad asks, crossing his arms.

“Well what’s the plan then? When are you getting married?” Neil asks, turning to his son now.

Billy clears his throat and you notice he starts tapping his foot, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Neil scoffs, “Well, boy, you better figure it out. You don’t want to marry her? You should’ve thought that before you did something so damn irresponsible.”

The words sting your chest and your dad moves in front of Billy, physically shielding him from Neil.

“Thanks for stopping by,” your dad says, “We’ll make sure to let you know the plan.”

Billy’s shocked when his dad retreats, through all the years of abuse, he’s never seen his dad give up on a fight. He takes a deep breath when the door slams. Most of all, though, he’s embarrassed. Without a word, he picks the stereo up and lugs it into your room.

“Thank you, dad…” you hug your father, unable to truly express your gratitude.

“Let Billy know that I didn’t only do that for you, I did it for him,” your dad says, a solemn smile on his face.

You nod, squeezing him once more before trailing to your room to see Billy still holding the stereo. He has no idea where to put it, you have too much stuff. You put your hand on his shoulder, “I’ll give mine to my brother. Yours is better anyways.”

Billy heaves a sigh, remaining silent as he watches you unplug your stereo and gather the speakers. You leave to put it in your brothers room, saying a quiet hello to him when he peers up at you from his book.

“Aw, really?” he sets the book down and sits up.

You place it on his dresser, “Yeah, Billy’s is better than this one.”

“Thanks, sis,” he says, springing up from his bed, “I don’t have any cassettes.”

“I’ll give you some,” you offer, placing your hands on your hips as you look at him.

“Was that his dad?” he asks, biting his nail.

You slap his hand from his mouth, not wanting him to form the habit, “Yeah.”

“Are you really having a baby?” he asks, a tilt of his head.

You nod, giggling as you ruffle up his hair, “Yeah, you’re gonna be an uncle.”

He grins up at you, “I hope it’s a boy.”

“Billy does too,” you reply, “I hope it’s a girl.”

“Typical,” your brother says, poking at the buttons on the stereo set.

You roll your eyes and head back to your room, noticing Billy’s set up the stereo but he’s no longer in the room. You peer curiously out the door to see him walking up to you with the boxes in his hands. He sets them on the floor and sits in front of them, opening the first up to inspect what Neil wanted him to keep. To his surprise, it’s all the things he's kept of his mothers. His heart aches, wanting so desperately to tell her she’s going to be a grandmother, wanting to tell her everything that’s happened since she left.

“He didn’t throw any of it away,” Billy mumbles in disbelief.

“Is it your moms stuff?” you ask, as you sit beside him.

He hands you a photo, it’s of an infant Billy being held by a beautiful blonde lady. You’d never seen any photos of Billy as a baby.

“Huh,” you say, “So our kids gonna be this cute.”

Billy shoves you playfully, “With any luck, it’ll only have my genes.”

You giggle, happy when this side of Billy makes a resurgence. “I’m hoping and praying.”

He hands you another photo, one of when he’s roughly a year old and he’s standing in front of his mom while holding onto her hands. He’s learning how to walk. You scan over it, smiling back at his mom. “She’s so pretty,” you muse, “You look like her.”

You swear he blushes, “Yeah, she was beautiful.”

He continues pulling the items out, showing you every photo and explaining every random item. Billy visibly relaxes, an easy smile plastered on his face and he’s never looked prettier. You kiss his face, starting at his jaw and all the way up to his hairline.

“Oh! Wait!” You spring up and barrel out of the room, only to return with an empty photo album. You sit back down and hand it to him, “Here, you can put them in here.”

He takes it gratefully and gradually, the two of you fill the photo album. Billy then moves onto the second box. It’s his jewelry and a few clothing items but at the bottom of it, his dirty magazines sit. Billy laughs, pulling them out.

“Why the hell didn’t he just throw these away?”

“Who is he to become between a man and his porn collection?” you tease, pulling the first Penthouse magazine from him.

You start flipping through it, seeing in your peripheral that Billy’s watching you with an amused expression. After flipping a page, Polaroids fall into your lap. You drop the magazine and gather up the photos, blushing when you see they’re of you and Billy. Some raunchier than others.

“You kept these?” you ask, softly.

“How do you think I got through those weeks without ya?” he nudges your shoulder.

You look at him, mouth agape. You’re extremely flattered at the thought of Billy pleasuring himself to photos of you. Granted, half of these, his dick is inside of you but still.

“You jacked off to these?” you ask, lowering your voice.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, grabbing them from your hand and shuffling through them. “This one’s my favorite,” he hands you a Polaroid, it’s one of the day at the lake.

You’re embarrassed as you look down at your body, riding Billy on a towel with your swimsuit top not covering your breasts but pulled to the sides. Then you tilt your head, looking at where your bodies meet and you can see just the tiniest inch of his cock. It is a hot photo and you remember how turned on you got when Billy reached for the camera.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on your neck and then his tongue, wet and hot against your sensitive flesh. You moan softly at the feeling, tilting your head even more to give him access while you continue to look at the photo. He reaches into your pants, cupping you over your underwear and your breath hitches in your throat. He gently moves his fingers, teasing the wetness out of you. The photo flutters out of your grip.

“You like it, too,” he notes, feeling you soak through the thin cotton.

“Uh huh,” you moan, awkwardly spreading your thighs and feeling as the magazines and photos fall from your lap onto the floor.

His hand rises a bit, just to snake into your underwear and his fingertips drag up through folds and stop at your clit. He sucks on your neck, rubbing languid circles against your sensitive bud. You lean back, hands pressing on the floor behind you to keep you upright. Billy’s fingers feel like magic, always do. You ache for him, want to feel him all over. You get frustrated sometimes, wanting him closer even if he’s as close as he can physically be.

“Billy,” you whimper, your arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up but when he slides two fingers inside you, you collapse onto your back and kick your feet out to spread your legs further.

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. He pulls away too quickly, so you cling onto his shirt and pull him back down, feeling his smile into the kiss. You lick against his teeth, still pulling at his shirt. He gives you what you want, licking into your mouth and curling his fingers inside you. Your back arches off the ground, moaning into his mouth. He groans back, his fingers faltering when you reach over to feel his cock straining against his jeans. You’re eager, unbuttoning his jeans and trying to claw them down, but with the way he’s positioned you can’t. He lifts his bum up and helps shove them to his thighs with his free hand. Your fingers wrap around his cock as soon as it’s free, stroking him quickly. He laughs against your mouth.

“Slow down,” he mumbles and you lick his teeth again, groaning in protest but you still listen.

You can hear his breathing and the slick sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. You swipe your thumb against his tip, feeling his precum bubbling out and you spread it around which earns you a guttural groan from the blonde. You lift your other hand and push him back, leaning yourself over to take him in your mouth. You have to taste. Swirling your tongue around his pulsing head, your hand strokes whatever’s not in your mouth. Billy leans his head back, biting his lip to stifle his moans. If only he’d turned on the stereo when he plugged it in.

Billy’s pulling his hand away only to snake both of them into your hair, propping himself on his knees and pushing you further down on his cock. You’d be pissed about the loss but his pursuit of his own pleasure turns you on more. You position yourself better in front of him, grabbing onto his thighs while you breath through your nose as you take him into your mouth as deep as you can. You bob your head, by the aid of Billy’s grip on your hair as he guides you up and down. You look up to see his eyes meeting yours, mouth slightly agape and his eyes glassy. You can’t help but gag as he reaches the back of your throat and he moans, voice hoarse and just a tad whiny. It makes you squirm, feeling slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck,” he whines, as you pull off him with a loud pop, drool stringing between your lips and the head of his cock.

You stick your tongue out, eyes wide up at him and he wraps his fingers around his cock as he slaps it against your tongue. Your lips tug up before you wrap them around his head again, sucking hard and then pulling off again. Billy’s pushing you down into your back, then. He rips your leggings and panties off before following suit with your top and bra. As he’s lining himself up with your center, you start unbuttoning his work shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, the sleeves catching at his elbows. He gets the hint, smiling when he pulls it off and then grabs the hem of his tank top, bringing it over his head and tossing it aside. He presses his palm against your chest, easing you back down. He grabs his dick again and presses his tip through your folds, shaking it against your clit. You gasp, hands squeezing your own breasts.

“Give it to me, Billy,” you beg, “please.”

He smirks and then plunges his cock into you. It stings slightly as he bottoms out, his hand coming up to dig his fingers into your thigh. Your eyes flutter shut and he brings his other hand to grab your jaw.

“Look at me,” he orders and you obey, eyelids flying open to see his gorgeous, flushed face looking back at you.

Billy shoves his fingers in your mouth and you suck on them lazily, moaning around them as he rocks his hips against you. He pumps in and out of you, deep and slow as his thumb digs into your cheek. It’s crazy, with his fingers shoved in your mouth and his cock balls deep in you, all you can think is how fucking much you love him. How you can’t live without him. How you never want to go a day without this.

“Closer,” you mouth around his fingers.

He pulls them out and looks down at you curiously, slowing his thrusts.

“Closer, want you closer,” you plead.

Billy smiles, leaning down and wrapping his arms around you before pulling you up, holding you against his chest. Your arms circle his neck, holding him close while he moves his hips quicker again. You moan softly against his ear, clinging onto him for dear life. His arms tighten around you and you’re thankful for all the working out he does. He’s able to press against your g-spot with every thrust as this angle and you’re quickly coming undone around him. In attempt to help, you writhe against him. His labored breathing followed by small, high pitched moans in your ear pushes you along. You scratch at his upper back, letting him know you’re close and he starts pounding up into you harder. It snaps, the build up of your orgasm falling over the edge and you shake against him, biting his shoulder to quiet the cry you let out.

Billy’s leaning down, resting you on your back and relentlessly thrusting into you. You scratch all the way down his back, overwhelmed with pleasure as you ride out your climax. He freezes, eyes squeezing shut and gritting his teeth as he releases inside of you. You hold onto his face, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding your hips up against him. He whimpers, hands grabbing onto your hips to pin you down. He collapses his weight on top of you and it’s the most comfortable feeling in the world. You squeeze him in your arms and pepper his neck with kisses.

He finally lifts himself up to his elbows and gazes down at you, curls sticking to his face with sweat. He looks ethereal, always does but more so now than ever.

“I love you,” he whispers, caressing your face.

“I love you, Billy.”

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Three months of saving and he’s about to burn through it in an instant. Billy peers down at the ring, reading the engraving and second guessing himself. Not about proposing, but about the words he’s chosen.

Forever, Snoopy.

He knows you’ll get it but it feels cheesy and he’s a bit uncomfortable with that side of him showing. He knows he shouldn’t feel embarrassed around you. Besides, girls like that kind of mushy, romantic stuff. Billy has a hard time with being perceived as anything other than tough and cool so he tells himself you’ll think the ring is cool and that it was very cool of him to reference how you met and totally not tacky and cheesy.

It burns a hole in his pocket as he walks into the restaurant, seeing you sitting there with your dad, brother and Mary and wonders if proposing in such a public setting is a bad idea. Oh, God, what if you say no?

He feels his lunch threaten to make a reappearance and he redirects his path to the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and looks at himself in the mirror. He wore his best shirt, the maroon one and he’s only buttoned the last two buttons. He shimmies out of his leather jacket, suddenly feeling too hot. He rests it on the counter and then turns the cold water on. He splashes it on his face and then takes a deep breath. Why would you say no? There’s no possible timeline in which you say no to marrying him.

Hell, he’d asked your dad this morning and if he doubted your acceptance he would’ve said something like ‘Sure, Billy, spend all of the tiny bit you’ve saved to move out of my house to get rejected by my daughter’ instead of “Yes, of course you have my blessing.”

Billy takes a deep breath and exits the bathroom, only to turn around and retrieve his jacket. Nerves be damned, he was gonna marry you. He arrives to the table and you stand to greet him, his eyes darting to the tiny baby bump more obvious than it’s ever been in the tight dress you’re wearing. He kisses you, hand pressing to your hip as he does so.

“Hi, baby,” you say to him with those dreamy eyes.

“Hi,” he coos back, his nerves subsiding the second your eyes meet. He forgets why he was nervous in the first place. “Sorry, I'm late,” he apologizes to you and then your family, as he sits down.

Your dad gives him a knowing smile and it makes Billy even more nervous. He’s in his own head during the whole dinner, missing questions directed at him. You reach over and squeeze his bicep, asking if he’s alright and Billy just nods.

Then he tells himself he’s got nothing to worry about and maybe right now isn’t the right time to propose. He ignores your dads pointed looks and when you excuse yourself to restroom Billy announces to the table, “I am going to propose just not here.”

“You nervous?” Dale chuckles, sipping his wine.

Billy blushes, “I just… I don’t know, feel like we should be alone.”

Mary reaches in her bag and pulls out the Polaroid camera, “Then you have to take the photo.”

“I can’t do both at the same time,” Billy explains, a little exasperated.

Mary grins, “Why don’t you do it when she gets back? As she walks up, get down on one knee.”

Billy’s eyes widen, thinking about what a spectacle that would be, “God, no. I want to do it when we’re alone.”

“It’s their story, Mary,” your dad says, “Let them write it.”

“Fine,” she grumbles and reaches for her wine.

“I’ll ask for you if you’re scared,” your brother offers Billy earnestly.

Billy pats his back, “Thanks, kid but I’ve got to do this myself.”

You return to the table and raise an eyebrow as they all turn to Billy expectantly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Billy smiles too wide at you.

And he doesn’t ask, he thinks about it when you’re cuddling before bed that night but he can’t bring himself to do it. He presses kisses against the back of your neck

“You know I love you, right?” he mumbles, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You lean your head back, awkwardly angling your lips to his. He squeezes your waist and kisses back deeply.

“I love you, too Billy. Why are you acting weird?” you turn around to look into his eyes.

“I’m not acting weird,” he argues, but his cheeks feel hot.

“Are you trying to ask for a blow job?” you tease, pushing his hair back.

“I mean…” he laughs, “If you’re offering, I’ll accept.”

“Go to bed,” you giggle and tuck your head in his shoulder.

He’ll ask in the morning, he decides.

[icejinlov3r]

I have another fanfic idea and wanna share it. You don’t have to read if you’re not interested, I just like blabbing this stuff.

This is actually an idea I’ve thought about every now and then. I’ve always wanted to write something with the concept of “arranged marriage”.

I keep going back and forth between two ideas. One is King Cold tries to have Cooler and Frost married to give his eldest a spouse, but Frieza and Frost fall in love instead and try to rebel against Cold with their own romance. Or two, Frieza and Frost are the ones who go through an arranged marriage together, and develop real feelings for one another, all while dealing with royal duties.

I’m not sure which one I’ll do yet. The first idea would be more dramatic and angsty, but I also think it might be too similar to Taboo Feelings. The second idea would be more fluffy, but still have a bit of angst too, and probably more spice as well. Could possibly work as a minific too, but not as short at The Study of Love.

But both ideas would definitely have these listed things; it would take place in a renaissance like time period, King Cold would be the “tough love” parent who’s too harsh, and would have a Cell/Zamasu side plot.

I obviously wouldn’t do this anytime soon, since im still working on Opposites Attract, and I don’t have all the things planned out yet. But it’s nice to info dump my ideas.

[peachblossom-odyssey]

So I am in love with and obsessed with your works, "How Familiar the Danger". So much so I have been reading it to my friend like an audiobook. Each work is compelling and passionate and thoroughly enjoyable. Then my heart sank when I realized it hasnt been updated since last August. Is there any hope for future updates? Do you have other plans for the story? Has it been dropped all together? If so I understand, but I think its just amazing and thank you for writing it in the first place.

Thank you, I’m so happy to hear you like it! It really does my heart good, thank you for making my day! Unfortunately my fixation on Nimona has faded right now and I’m focusing on another series atm, so as of right now I don’t plan to update anytime soon, but that will probably change if the fixation returns because I do love that au and I’m proud of it and would like to write Ballister meeting Ambrosius’ parents and Nimon meeting Ambrosius and all that. I have a half-written wip for the next chapter but the motivation isn’t there. All I can offer rn is a snippet from Nimona’s pov if that’s alright.

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Then he kissed her Boss.

He kissed her Boss.

That motherfucker.

She couldn’t let that stand, she couldn’t let this happen, not now when the Boss’ health was so precarious and his heart was so fragile. Whatever the knight was planning, whatever sick game he was playing with Ballister’s feelings, she was putting a stop to it here and now. She struck, shifting into a coiling viper to leap onto the bed and sink her teeth into his wrist with a hiss of utter fury, forcing him to release her Boss with a sharp cry of pain.

“Nimona!?” Ballister yelped as the knight practically fell off the couch, twisting and jerking to try and wrench Nimona off of him, only to go prey-still when she reverted to her humanoid form, kneeling on his chest with murder in her eyes as she hissed down at him, her tongue still forked and serpentine as it flicked between her fangs.

“Stay the fuck away from him.” she growled, “You hear me, creep? Get the fuck out of our house now!”

[y0urzayn3]

12:03 a.m.

Kurokawa Izana x GN! Reader

Tw - Bl00d, Bru!ses, Swearing, Lots and Lots of Kisses

Let me know if I missed any!

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12:03, or at least, that’s what the clock on your bedroom wall read. You were simply finishing up your nighttime skincare routine. School work had you up ridiculously late, and by some miracle, you managed to finish early today. Humming a soothing melody as you applied some cream on your face, you heard a soft knock on your window.

“Love? ..It’s me. …Could you let me in please?”

You recognised the voice instantly. It was none other than your boyfriend, the Kurokawa Izana, leader of Tenjiku - the gang that ruled Yokohama.

“Zana, you know my parents are home today. They can’t see you!”

“Please Love, I can’t go home bleeding like this. Please. I won’t be loud, I promise!”

It was rare to see Izana like this. His voiced hitched with pain at every syllable he spoke. It simply broke your heart and you finally gave in.

Making sure to lock your door, you opened the window to let him in, and gasped. He was covered in blood, and bruises were scattered across his body.

“What did you do?!”

You were shocked. He had come to you many times after all out brawls, but he never looked this beaten up.

“We got into a massive fight and I couldn’t dodge a few hits..”

“You call those a few hits?!” you exclaimed as you scanned the room for your first aid kit. You found it, and lead him to the seat on your dressing table. Pushing the your skincare aside, you placed the first aid kit on the surface.

You then proceeded to take out the essentials required. You started with his face, placing gentle kisses on the bandaged areas. Izana let out a nearly inaudible groan and cursed under his breath.

“Fuck.. That hurts..”

“Stop moving so much, it’ll hurt less.”

With that, you move on to the wounds on his arms and legs. Even to say that they were a lot was an understatement. Surely by now he had lost an unimaginable amount of blood, as he began to sway a little in his seat. Thankfully, you noticed.

“H-hey! Easy now..” you said as you helped Izana steady himself.

At last, you finished tending to him.

“Now that that’s done, you need to g-“

But Izana didn’t plan to leave anytime soon. He cut you off with a quick peck to your lips. He got up swiftly, making you flinch.

“Oi! Don’t get up that fast, your still injured.”

“It’s fine love.”

He walked towards your bed and settled himself under the comforter, beckoning you to join him. Which of course, you gladly did.

You snuggled into his warm embrace, sighing contentedly.

“Next time, be more careful. What if I’m not there to treat you huh?

“I will be dear, after all.. what would I do without my pretty little nurse?”

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Belongs to @y0urzayn3, please do not steal my work!

@jd1233 👀

[leiawritesstories]

Stick Season (Part 1)

Rowaelin Month 2023, Day 1: Song Fic

inspired by "Stick Season" by Noah Kahan (giggles in Frederick) I've had so much fun writing this and I am beyond excited to share it with all of you! happy Rowaelin Month once again! <3

Word count: 2,480

Warnings: swearing, bad decisions, heartbreak, not-great parenting, angst, simmering sexual tension, pining idiots in love but they won't admit it

Enjoyyyy! (yes there will be more, i promise)

@rowaelinscourt

Prologue

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Downtown Orynth, Vermont, still looked exactly the same as it always did when Aelin paid her occasional, brief visit to her hometown. Same “cozy” wooden buildings, same storefronts lining Main Street, same pine boughs wrapped around the light posts, same dusting of snow brushed across the rooftops in a postcard-picture kind of perfection. Same kindhearted shopowners waving at her as she strolled down the cleanly swept sidewalk. 

If she smiled hard enough, maybe she could pretend there wasn’t a gaping hole in her heart. 

Three years since she cut the other half of her soul out of her life, and no amount of friendship and laughter and girls’ nights could fill the empty chasm that leaving Rowan left in her. 

“Aelin?” The voice came from her left as she passed the local bookstore, a place where she’d spent some of the happiest hours of her youth. 

She turned. “Philippa!” A genuine smile curved up her lips. “I didn’t think you were still working here all the time.” 

Philippa waved off the mild protest with a flippant hand. “You know how busy it gets at this time of year, my dear.” She pulled Aelin into a warm hug. “It’s so good to see you again!” 

Aelin melted into the older woman’s motherly embrace. “Want to know a secret?” 

“Is that even a question?” Philippa laughed, opening the bookstore door and nudging her inside. “I live to collect secrets.” 

“Of course you do,” Aelin chuckled. “Well, here it is: I wasn’t planning to be back home this year. Or next year. Or anytime soon, really.” She blew out a short, sharp sigh. “I’m only here because…well…” She trailed off, not fully ready to voice the reason she’d returned. 

Philippa patted her arm. “It’s alright to let yourself grieve, dear. Your mother’s passing was a shock to all of us.” 

“And something of a relief,” Aelin mumbled under her breath. 

Ever tactful, Philippa pretended not to hear. “Will you be here through New Year’s?” she asked, smoothly changing the somber subject. 

Aelin nodded. “Yes. I’ll drive back to New York sometime around January fifteenth, unless Dad needs me for longer. I’m working remotely until then.” 

“Thank goodness for modern technology, right?” 

“Right.” She half-grinned. “I don’t suppose you’re still resisting that modern nonsense, hmm?” 

Philippa pretended to hide. “You caught me.” 

Aelin fake-groaned. “How many times have I told you that it will help the bookstore grow? Think of all the customers you could reach with something as simple as a website and maybe an Instagram profile!” Pasion seeped into her words, coloring her thoughts with excitement. “And you could easily keep up with the online orders–that crappy old monitor you have barely runs basic word programming, let alone internet.” 

“You be nice to Mort, now,” Philippa teased. She’d named the bookstore’s ancient computer Mort in honor of the many times it had brushed with death. 

“Mort deserves to be laid to rest once and for all,” Aelin laughed. “Are you trying to keep me in town or something, asking when I’m heading home?” 

“Maybe.” The older woman’s laugh lines crinkled as she grinned. “Or maybe I’m just planning to offer you a job here while you’re in town.” 

“You know I work in publishing, right?” Aelin raised her brows. “I’m pretty sure that’s enough books and book stuff for one woman.” 

“How long has it been since you remembered why you work in publishing in the first place?” 

The question made Aelin stop in her tracks, mind whirling as she sifted through years of memories. “I…years. God, it’s been…years.” For a moment, yearning flickered across her face. “Maybe not since the last time I volunteered here at Christmas.” 

“Exactly.” Philippa gave Aelin’s hand a motherly squeeze. “Christmas season is far too busy for one old woman to handle alone. So…will you help me?” 

A fond smile curved Aelin’s lips. “Of course I will.” 

~

Snow-dusted evergreen boughs adorned the lampposts of downtown Orynth, weaving their crisp pine breezes through the early evening air. Hands tucked into the pockets of his quilted flannel jacket, Rowan strolled down Main Street, determined to avoid being sidetracked into one of the golden-lit shops that smelled invitingly of cedar, maple sugar, pine, and spiced cider. Christmas scents always had been his weakness, despite the pain he couldn’t separate from the holiday. 

A single paper bag dangled from his left wrist, the only sign that he’d been out shopping for the holidays. His entire brood of cousins was about to descend upon Doranelle, the next town over, for the next few weeks, so he’d come into Orynth to pick up a few things. He refused to admit that the massive canister of peppermint hot cocoa mix was an impulse buy–it had been on sale, and he knew how much his relatives adored all the sweet holiday treats. 

It had nothing whatsoever to do with peppermint hot chocolate being Aelin’s favorite. Nothing.

“Whitethorn?” The call came from his left. 

Rowan turned towards the voice. “Who–” 

“Whitethorn! It is you!” Aedion Ashryver stepped out of Staghorns Tavern, a popular local brewery. “Come inside, man, have a drink.” He pulled Rowan into a brief, back-slapping hug. “Good to see you again.” 

“Good to see you too, Ashryver.” Rowan returned the hug but hesitated at the offer of a drink. “I dunno about the drink, though.” He raised his shopping bag. “Gotta go home and prepare the place for the Whitethorn horde.” 

Aedion snickered. “You’re still letting them crash at your place, huh? Thought you would’ve liked the house to yourself every once in a while.” 

Rowan shrugged. “It’s a big house, and I live alone all the rest of the year.” He flashed Aedion a smirk. “Besides, Sellene and Enda would just barge in anyways, so I might as well allow it.” 

“Fair enough.” Aedion glanced into the brewery, waving off someone inside. “You sure you don’t want to grab a quick drink? I feel like we haven’t seen each other in forever.” 

“Yeah, give me a rain check on the…” Rowan trailed off into silence, his brain stalling at the sight of Aelin Galathynius opening Stag’s door and grabbing her cousin by the arm, halfway through a teasing jibe about Aedion wasting his body heat trying to warm up the December chill. 

“...not worth it to–oh.” Her wide-eyed turquoise gaze slammed into Rowan with all the force of an avalanche. 

“What are you doing here?” The question, though whispered, tore out of him with the force of a deafening scream. 

Aedion brushed a protective touch over Aelin’s shoulder, murmured something softly into her ear, and slipped back into the brewery, wisely leaving the two of them alone. 

She swallowed thickly and steeled her spine, meeting his stare head-on. “I’m home for my mother’s funeral and the holidays.” Her tone was cool, detached, nothing more than an old acquaintance responding to a casual question. 

“I–I had no idea,” Rowan murmured. “I’m so sorry, Aelin.” 

“Don’t be.” She snorted quietly, her shields snapping back into place as swiftly as they’d fallen. “About Evalin, Rowan. Don’t be sorry.” A pause, a crack in her controlled exterior. “I can’t say I am.” Her expression sharpened. “Can I ask what you’re doing out here…um, by Staghorns?” 

He read the unspoken question, finding himself surprised that she hadn’t asked outright. “I was in Orynth to pick up a few things before my cousins get here tomorrow, and I was heading down towards the parking lot.” Downtown Orynth was strictly car-free, so the town had built parking space by the edge of the no-traffic zone. “Your cousin saw me, so I stopped for a bit.” And held off the alcohol, he added, silently. 

She nodded in understanding. “I…I should go.” She turned. 

“Wait!” Unexpectedly, he reached for her hand, stopping himself with bare millimeters between his skin and hers. “I…when are you leaving?” 

“After New Year’s.” The words were clipped. 

The shields encasing his heart slammed back down with finality. “So you’ll just up and leave again, no warning, not telling anyone?” He laughed, a sound as brittle as the winter air. “I don’t know why I expected any different.” 

“Some things never change,” she whispered, half to herself, her voice teetering dangerously close to anguish. Without another word, without a backward glance, she yanked open the brewery door, walked in, and vanished into the crowd packed into the bustling space. 

His heart a tangle of stormy emotions, Rowan turned on his heel and strode down the rest of the street, not stopping until he reached his pickup. There, he dropped his shopping bag in the back seat, leaned himself against the truck’s battered old green frame, and breathed as deeply as he could. Eyes screwed shut, he allowed the flood of memories to wash over him, sinking into the aching familiarity of her golden hair and wild laugh, her burning resilience and unwavering strength. The watery croak of her voice when she told him she was sorry three years ago. The tsunami of anger and rage and grief and torment that had ripped through his whole being for weeks after that afternoon.

Then he locked those precious, shattered memories back into the dark recesses of his mind, swung himself up into the truck, and drove off into the December night. 

~

Three Years Ago

Rowan pulled into his driveway in shell-shocked silence, muscle memory guiding him out of his truck and into the house. He kicked off his boots in the mudroom, shook the loose snow off the soles, and placed them neatly on the rack. Numbly, he shed his thick winter jacket and hung it on its peg, made sure he was free of tray snow and ice, and walked into the warmth of the wood-paneled house. 

A beer bottle shattered at his feet the second he came through the door. 

“The hell y’been, boy?” His stepfather’s slurred words were barely distinguishable. 

“Work, then the store.” Rowan had learned years ago to keep his words as brief and subdued as possible, lest he face another of Arobynn’s famous eruptions of drunken wrath. “Picked up another six-pack.” He placed the case of beer bottles on the kitchen counter. 

Arobynn squinted at the six-pack. “Leas’ y’did one thing right,” he sneered. “Clean up the fuckin’ floor, boy.” He grabbed two bottles of beer and stumbled back out into the living room, where he collapsed into his reeking, tattered old leather recliner and lost himself in his usual world of alcohol and blaring television. 

Rowan clenched his fists and jaw and picked up the broom. He made quick work of the broken glass, dumped it in the trash bin, put away the broom, and grabbed some food as he hurried off to his room. Arobynn’s alcoholism was a blessing, in a way–he confined himself to that side of the house, not moving much between the den, the kitchen, and his bedroom and bathroom. It meant that Rowan could stay in the master bedroom, which was at the other end of the house, and keep the rest of his family home as clean as possible. 

Every time he looked at the single portrait of his parents that adorned his bedroom wall, he swore he could hear their sorrow at the state of their once-beautiful home. 

That goddamn crash had taken so much from the Whitethorn family. 

Rowan was only a child when he lost his dad, and his mother had been so buried in her grief that she’d failed to see the giant blaring red flags of the first man that showed her any affection. She’d married Arobynn Hamel partially out of what she thought was love and partially out of necessity; the property needed another pair of adult hands to maintain it, not to mention another income. It was only a few months before Arobynn’s true colors showed themselves. 

For five years, Rowan’s mother had stayed strong, protecting her son by sacrificing herself. She’d protected her son from his stepfather’s fits of drunken rage, from the anger that reverberated through the house, and even from the knowledge of her medical diagnosis. When he lost her, too, Rowan lost all hope that his life could be anything but alcohol and anger and abuse. 

Then he went away to college and met Aelin, and her warmth rekindled his frozen soul. 

Watching her drive away from him mere hours ago had ripped the fragile, carefully patched scraps of his heart into bleeding shreds. 

Fuck it. If he didn’t blow off some steam now, he’d do something he’d regret later.

As silently as possible, Rowan slipped out of the house, crossed the snowy yard to the barn, hauled open the door that desperately needed some oil, and flicked on the overhead lights, illuminating the large, chilly, wooden-beamed space. He’d slowly transformed the barn into a gym over the years, picking up old equipment at estate sales and local gyms who were remodeling or getting rid of old machines and other stuff. Right then, he only had eyes for the punching bag–his favorite way to release the pent-up anger his fists itched to rain down upon Arobynn’s worthless face. 

He took off his jacket and sweatshirt, pulled on his well-loved boxing gloves, and strode over to the punching bag. With a grunt, he launched into a punishing round of strikes and punches, pummeling the taut leather sandbag with enough force to send it rocking on its chain. That first volley loosened the knot of tension in his chest, opening the floodgates, and every tangled, indecipherable, raw emotion he’d bottled up came pouring out in the erratic rhythm of his gloved fists (and occasionally his shoes) against the punching bag, interspersed with hoarse yells, broken shouts, curses, groans, and grunts. He lost himself in the slap of leather on leather, barely remembering to draw breath, slapping and punching and kicking until the flood of grief and pain and rage had subsided enough for his head to clear. 

Chest heaving, rare tears seeping hot and salty down his face, Rowan sank to the weathered wooden plank floor, buried his head in his hands, and felt the crushing weight of abandonment, an old familiar companion, press down upon his shoulders once again. 

Although he didn’t know it, Aelin was curled in the same position on the floor of her childhood bedroom, her face buried in her hands, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. The same anguish tore through her ruined heart, a white-hot knife of grief and guilt piercing her to her core. Leaving him was the last thing she ever wanted to do; it was like splitting herself in half. Yet she had left him, tossed him to the snowy curb without a backward glance. Leaving him shell-shocked on the edge of the highway, heart in his throat and the winter wind whistling through his empty hands.

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Odd socks | Neteyam’s twin pt.2

There is now a full fic available, if you’re interested, link to the masterlist is here

Once again this is not proof read so I’m sorry :/ If you haven’t already you can read pt1 here. I’m planning to keep writing until Neteyam dies. 

 There was always the threat of sky people but you eventually had become convinced that they wouldn’t ever be too much of a big deal. You haven’t seen the worst of the fights your clan has with them but from what you have heard, no one has died from their attacks since you can remember.

Of course that all changed for you when you came home one day from hunting and couldn’t see any one from your family in sight. Your younger siblings have been told to always be back home before eclipse. It’s eclipse right now but they aren’t here. Your mother or father aren’t here as well.

You ask around and you’re told that your parents were patrolling with your twin brother but they should have been back by now. You start to worry and debate on whether you should go out and look for them.

You decided on waiting a little while longer in case they show up and the situation wasn’t as bad as you thought it was. Besides, if they don’t turn up anytime soon you’d rather take adults from the clan with you to help you look but that could only happen if they don’t come back for a while longer.

You decide to go to your grandmother while you wait. You loved spending time with your grandmother as you always annoyed her whenever you did visit her. Her reactions to your pestering amused you. “Hey grandma.” no answer. “Grandmaaaaa” Still no answer. “Grandm-” 

“Who let the screeching ikran in?” You hear her mutter as she made her way to you. “What is it? What do you want?” She was carrying a box with different types of what you suppose are medicine. 

“mom, dad and all my siblings have gone out, so I thought I would spend some time with my favourite grandma.” 

“As if you have multiple grandmas to pick a favourite from.” She walked past you and placed the box down before sitting down herself and patting the space beside her for you. You happily skip over and sit down next to her. She gave you a drink before getting one for herself. “Tsk, look at your hair, why don’t you braid it hm? Looks just like your father’s when he first came here.” 

“I’m not patient enough to sit still for that long. Mom has tried before.” You tell her before gulping the drink down.  You hear your grandma click her tongue again before drinking from her own cup. The two of you talked for a while more before you heard your mother calling for you. You said goodbye to your grandmother before leaving to find your mom. 

Soon as you made eye contact with your mother you knew something wasn’t right. She looked stressed and behind her you saw your dad gently pushing your siblings to their own tents and the looks on their faces told you something bad probably happened. 

“Where were you?” Your mom asked. 

“I was with grandma. What happened?” 

Neytiri sighed as some relief came over her knowing you were safe. She gave you hug and a kiss on your forehead before making her way over to your father. You were confused so you went over to Neteyam in his tent to find out what happened. 

“Neteyam?” You called out. With him you saw Lo’ak who sat with him. They both put on a small smile as you walked in. “What happened?” You asked again. 

The two brothers looked at each other before Neteyam began to tell you everything. 

“You’re both okay right? You didn’t get hurt or anything?” 

Neteyam shook his head. It was almost hard to believe that your younger sibling’s lives were held under a gun. A gun that belonged to a avatar no less. An avatar that belonged to the man that had nearly killed your father so many years ago. You hugged the both of them, glad that they both came back alive. Once again, you were no where to be seen when your siblings were in danger. You felt bad, you really did. 

You felt more guilty each time you looked at Neteyam, he was the one who had to help save your siblings while you were relaxing and laughing. You knew that it really wasn’t your fault but that didn’t stop you from feeling so guilty. The three of you heard voices of your mother and father from their tent, it seemed as if they were arguing. 

Walking over to your parents’ tent you saw Kiri and Tuk, Kiri waved you three over and all five of you eavesdropped on your parents’ argument.  

It was that day the five of you found out that your family would be moving away. To you it was all happening too fast. You would have never have thought back when you came back hunting today that the rest of your family were fighting for their lives and when they come back, you would be leaving the forest.  

That night, in your shared tent that you have with your sisters, you couldn’t sleep at all. Not while your mind kept running wild with thoughts of the events that happened earlier on that day. You nearly lost so many people who are so dear to you all at once. You could have been all alone for the rest of your life.  

Tuk had fallen asleep while hugging your arm, you looked over at her and pulled her closer. That night, you silently swore to yourself that no matter where your family end up going, you will take your role as the eldest sister much more seriously. 

You had to say bye to all your friends you had made and seeing them for what you know is the last time made you want to hide and not fly away with your family. Though you know that at the end of the day, you’d rather follow your parents, you will still miss your friends a lot. You had known them since you were a kid and now you won’t ever see them again. You don’t want that. The group hug you shared with your friends was bittersweet. 

 You and your family had only packed the bare minimum before you all had set off to fly away on your ikrans. The journey was long and tiresome. While flying you noticed how sad everyone looked, like there was this dark gloomy cloud hovering over all of you. In an attempt to cheer your siblings up you showed them a few tricks you learn’t to do on your ikran. Your brothers soon joined in and Kiri joined in soon after. Your dad turned around and told you guys off for messing around. So you all stopped and flied quietly for a bit before you ‘accidentally’ flew your ikran a little too far the the right, causing lo’ak to quickly move so you both don’t bump into each other. He looked at you while you shrugged and let out a ‘sorry’ with a smile. He caught on and the two of you began to try and bump into the other. Again, your dad told you off, this time more sternly so the two of you actually stopped but soon you reached the home of the metkayina clan.

The first thing you noticed when you got off your Ikran was how different the sea people looked. Their skin was a much lighter colour than yours, their tail and arms were also much thicker. Your dad went ahead and was slowly approaching the crowd that was still forming with open arms. You noticed Neteyam doing the same. You walked besides Kiri who seemed rather uncomfortable with the many stares you all were getting. 

Soon the Olo'eyktan appeared as well as the Tsahik. You watched and listened as your dad and mom talked with them both. The Tsahik walked over, observing your mothers tail and arm, commenting on how weak and thin they are. She then walked over to you and quickly grabbed your hands. She saw that your right hand had an extra finger and held that hand up for the entire clan to see. “These children aren’t even real Navi.” 

“yes, we are.” Kiri spoke from besides you. “They have demon blood in them!” The Tsahik ignored your sister. You tugged your hand out of her grip and looked at your dad. He stepped towards you and the Tsahik and showed both of his hands and how he had 4 fingers. 

“See here, I was born with the sky people and now I am Na’vi. You can adapt.” He spoke to not only her but the rest of the clan members too. 

It seemed as if they weren’t took keen on letting you guys stay. You began to wonder, where else would your family go if you can’t stay here. The journey here was long and you’re sure that everyone was tired and hungry. 

“My husband was Toruk Makto.” You heard your mom say but what followed after seemed to go by as a blur. You couldn’t help but noticed the many stares you and your sister were getting. Most of those looks going to your hands, arms and tail. You didn’t like it. You don’t want to be here. You just want to go back home. 

The sea people eventually let your family stay, you had been shown the place at which you will stay at. It was different, obviously but if felt different in an uncomfortable way. You didn’t say it but you really wanted to go back home. 

Your father then called for a family meeting, Neteyam pulled you and Lo’ak down down to sit on either side of him. Your father went on about how you should all be on your best behaviour and that you need to learn quick. You weren’t worried about falling behind or being the one to start fights but the people not actually accepting you. 

“I want to go home.” You look up and see Tuk sulking. So even your siblings felt the same. You watched your dad comfort Tuk by saying that his place is your new home. 

You look around your ‘new home’, yeah you don’t think you could ever  call this place home and mean it. You felt someone nudge you and you looked to your left.  It was your twin brother. “What?” You asked. 

“Go on, say it.” 

“Say what?” 

You heard your mother sigh so you look over at her. “Try not to daydream so much Y/N. We can not afford to slack.” She told you. 

“Come on, now this time say it like you mean it.” Your father spoke. 

“Sullys stick together.” 

Oh that. 

You and your siblings were being taught by Tsireya and Ao’nung, sometimes joined by Rotxo who was a friend of Ao’nung. You didn’t mind Rotxo, he was nice to you and your siblings. Tsireya was sweet as well and neither you or Neteyam failed to notice how her and Lo’ak seemed to have something for each other. Ao’nung on the other hand, you know you shouldn’t judge someone so quickly but it was something about his smile that made you keep your guard up around him. Sure, he was teaching you but there would be times where he would give you this menacing smile when Tsireya was not looking. 

Both you and Neteyam shared a look when you first caught him giving you that smile. 

After a few days though, you and your siblings had learn’t quite a lot. To start, you could now hold your breath for much longer with this new breathing technique that Tsireya had taught you. You could also ride an ilu though it look a few tries to get it right. Neteyam laughing at you failing off of your ilu didn’t help but you got back at him when he fell off too.  Ao’nung was teaching the two of you, he was teaching you first while Neteyam watched. 

“Which one of you is the eldest?” He asked you both while you were getting on the ilu. You looked at Neteyam, you both are of the same age and you don’t know who came out first and never really bothered asking.

“We’re both of the same age.” You told Ao’nung. 

“You both can’t be of the exact same age though, one of you obviously must be older.” He spoke while looking down at you. 

“We’re twins.” Neteyam told him. “We were birthed at the same time.” 

Ao’nung looked a bit shocked while looking back and forth from the two of you. “Ah, I see it now. You both do look awfully similar. Just one happens to be uglier.” 

“Hey-” 

Before you could speak, your ilu jerked forward and got scared of something, throwing you off in the process. When you surfaced, you could hear Ao’nung laughing. Now he just makes your blood boil. You walked the ilu back and watched neteyam get on his. 

“You did that on purpose.” You blamed Ao’nung. “You did something to the ilu.” 

He just shrugged and and started to tell your brother what to do. You glared holes into his back and then you caught Neteyam’s eye, he shook his head at you, silently telling you to let it go. You let out a frustrated sigh and looked away at your younger siblings. 

Apart from Ao’nung, you suppose living by the sea wasn’t too bad. You liked swimming, though some of the creatures living in there scared you a little. You naturally were very curious of the sea when you first saw it all. You would go down to the coral and see all the different brightly coloured fishes. At first you didn’t mind the fishes, you thought they looked cute but there was this one particular fish that caught your eye. You swan closer to it to see it from a closer view. You then went to touch it. You couldn’t see Ao’nung watching you from a distance, he knew what would happen if you touched that particular fish but he decided on letting you find out yourself. 

As soon as you touched the fish slightly, the first immediately turned around, locked eyes with you and began to attack you. It nipped at your skin and you tried to shoo it away but it didn’t give up so you tried swimming away but the fish seemed to be a better swimmer than you. Ao’nung couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore so he swam up to the surface so he could let it out while Tsreiya and Lo’ak helped you shoo the fish away. 

You later learned while getting your fish bites treated that the fish you touched were not particularly friendly to Na’vi and attacked if you touch them first. If you were to touch them, they would memorise your face and attack you again if they ever see you again. You were peeved at Ao’nung since he kept chuckling to himself whenever he saw the fish bite still healing on your skin. 

Your anger towards Ao’nung only grew when you and Neteyam found him picking on Kiri. Lo’ak was already there by the time you both were close enough. Neteyam went up to Ao’nung, telling him to leave Kiri alone. You went and stood by Kiri, making sure they hadn’t physically hurt her. 

“Back off, now.” 

As you all walked away you threw a middle finger at Aonung and his friends, though they definitely don’t know what it means. You heard them mumbling words to each other, something about how your whole family were freaks. You tried to ignore them but Lo’ak couldn’t. You, Kiri and Neteyam watched as he walked back and began to talk to Aonung again. He caught Ao’nung off guard with a punch and soon it turned into a real fight. You looked at Neteyam and he smiled at you before joining the fight. 

You watched your two brothers fight, they were outnumbered but were still able to hold their own. Kiri let out a small laugh and you had to jold yours in while going in to break them apart before someone gets seriously injured. 

Well thats what what you intended to do, before one of Ao’nung’s friends accidentally hit you. You let out a groan of pain before glaring at the boy who hit you. All the boys stopped fighting and watched you. The boy who hit you mumbled out an apology, not actually meaning to hit you but then went on to say how it was your fault getting in his way in the first place. 

Before he could finish his speech you cut him off with a punch. Then your brothers continued fighting and you ended up joining the fight. 

The three of you ended up getting an earful from Jake. He told both your brothers off first before moving on to you. “Y/N, I get why these two knuckleheads would create a fuss but you?” You looked up at your dad and saw how displeased he looked. A sheepish grin appeared on your face as your shrugged. “Um.. sullys stick together?” You dad sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while closing his eyes. 

 He told Lo’ak to go and make peace with Ao’nung. You felt as if it wasn’t fair, what your dad was saying but as you and Neteyam were on your way out, your dad stopped you both. 

“What do the others look like?” He asked. 

“Worse,” Neteyam answered and then pointing at you. “Especially the one she beat up.” You looked at him offended, he was trying to shift the blame onto you. 

“Good.” You heard your dad say before you could speak. You slowly smiled at him. 

“Wait, actually the one I beat looks even worse-”

“Get out of here, both of you.” Your dad shooed you both away. While you both walked away, you looked at Neteyam.

 “what did you say? ‘Especially the one she beat up’? You were trying to make me look worse.” You mocked him, making your voice go lower when recalling his words. He playfully told you to shut up while you laughed. 

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Birthday

Summary: Steve says he never had a birthday party, so you give him one, even though it is not his birthday. The gang helps you plan and set up, let’s hope it stays a secret.  

Trope: Steve x reader; established relationship 

Warning: fluff, kissing, talk of drinking, use of y/n once

Word count: 1.0k 

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You and Steve were shopping for a present for your little cousin when your jaw dropped hearing the words that came out of your boyfriend's mouth, he had never had a birthday party before. “Wait what do you mean” he shrugged “I just never had one my parents would take me to a fancy restaurant with their friends then give me cash” poor baby “I’m so sorry” “Eh it's alright” he said kissing your forehead “I think they will like this one” he said holding up a drawing set.  

The drive back to Steve's place was quiet windows down, Duran Duran playing on the radio. But your mind was somewhere else Steve had never had a birthday party, you loved Steve so much and wanted to give him everything, give him the love he lacked from his parents. Even though it was the middle of August, and his birthday wasn’t till April, you didn’t want to wait till April to give him a party so why not celebrate his half birthday? “You ok” Steve said worriedly “Yes why” you answered quickly “Girls on Film was just on and you didn’t scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs” “ I'm fine just thinking” “About” “It's nothing” “If you didn’t sing your favorite song than its not nothing” he challenged “It’s just that you never-” “AH if you are getting worked up on me not having a birthday party before I will.....not sure what but don’t get work up about it ok” “But-” “Sh now let’s go inside there is a couch and a movie calling our names”  

The movie didn’t interest you at the moment you were too busy planning in your head Steve’s half birthday party. Where would it be? Who will come? food? drinks? cake? Games? Money wasn’t a problem just like Steve, you lived a wealthy life that is how you met Steve. It was at one of the big fancy parties this time your parents were hosting. You walked outside bored out of your mind when I figure came out from the dark “Bored too” said the figure “Yea not a kid friendly party” you joke. The figure came out from the shadows, and you were met with a handsome young man “You're that Harrington boy right Steven?” “Steve, but yea that’s me” he smiled. From that moment on you and Steve were always together at parties, soon becoming best friends than lovers. He has become one of the most important people in your life, he was so sweet, even though he knew your wealthy status he payed for everything. It was time to spoil him. 

After your movie date you went straight home writing down the plans, luckily the weekend you wanted to have it your parents would be gone so the party will be at your house. You would give a call to Robin tomorrow for a guest list most likely being her, the kids he is always with, and probably Nancy and Jonathan maybe that Munson kid. Food, you have a taco man that Steve loves so easy, his favorite snacks, popcorn chips. Drinks he loves his lemonade so many versions of that, water, juice boxes for the kids, maybe alcohol. Cake, he mentions for your graduation party he loves the cake which was chocolate and strawberry from the bakery three towns over. Games? Do you have games at parties for 19-year-old, since it is still summer your pool will be ready, maybe drinking games for later at night.  

The next morning you called Robin for the guest list “Y/N his birthday is April” “I know but he never had one before” “Yea ok so” “I want to give him a surprise one” “Ok fine it would be his kids, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce and me” “That’s it” you said dumbfounded “Yea he not popular King Steve anymore” right you thought “Do you need any help” Robin asked “Not till the day of the party oh make sure no one tells him” “Gotta girly” “Thank you so much Robin” “anytime” next was taco man he was shocked to hear that it was such small party but gave you the yes that he will be there. The cake was ordered and would be picked up at 2 that day. Everything was going perfectly.  

Surprisingly, no one told Steve, Eddie and Dustin almost blurted it out by asking what time that party would be, but Robin caught them in time, but other than that he suspected nothing. It was the morning of the party and the plan was that Dustin was going to have Steve drive him around for a couple of hours while the rest of you set up. You had balloons on the ceiling, drinks in the cooler, taco man out back preparing, snacks on the table, cake in the fridge. Perfect. Dustin radio the kids that they were on the way. Everyone got into a hiding place “Dustin why are we at my girlfriends house- don't just walk in ”“ SURPRISE” Steve jumped back “What” “Happy half-birthday"

The party was so much fun. Steve was having the time of his life in the pool surrounded by the people he loved. The tacos were amazing, he lost count after his 4 plates. no one mentioned it but Steve started to tear up when everyone was singing happy birthday. He loved his cake and was shocked when everyone handed him presents. Overall, he loved his first birthday party. After everyone left the house was clean, you and Steve went up to your room. “Did you like your surprise handsome” “I loved it thank you so much” he said bringing his lips to yours. After putting on pj’s Steve hopped into your bed, opening your blanket for you to hop in. You snuggled into his chest “Can I tell you a secret” he whispered “Yes” you whispered back “I knew about the party” you sat up “How” “Well the kids were talking about it on the walkie in the same channel I'm on and you left your list out” SO CLOSE. 

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Concealed Hearts

Chapter 3: Hurricane Agatha - part 1

Summary: Angela goes back to the outerbanks after many years to visit family but this time she actually plans on making her holiday worth it.

“That’s what a three- story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival” Pope says to John B as he was balancing on the roof. Today I was hanging out with the Pogues again at some house that was being built on the kook side of the island, Bella was off somewhere with my parents and I was invited to hang out with Kie and the boys, I wouldn’t call myself a member of the group just yet as I want to let them decide if they consider me a pogue but its been two weeks since the bonfire and I have been with them practically everyday, its starting to feel normal. They all make me feel like I’m part of the crew, always checking in on me and taking me out with them even without Kie sometimes because she is busy at the wreck. The boys are trouble though, especially JJ but I can see that he cares for his friends a lot, he would go to many lengths for them like I would for Bella.

“Should I do it?” John b asks Pope “Yeah you should” Pope replies, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. “I’ll shoot you on the way down” Pope adds. “You’ll shoot me?’ John b replies. The two boys still goofing off when Kie comes out saying something about how these people are gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers. “Of course, why wouldn’t they?” JJ replies. “Ah, the life of the rich and fortunate, they can’t bare to have cold towels” I added. “This used to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles, I guess?” Kie said sounding sad and disappointed. I tuned out the rest of the conversation getting lost in thought while gazing over the water.

“Hey, uh, security’s here” I heard Pope say but it went right over my head. All my friends started getting ready to leave so we didn’t get caught but I was still frozen in place, my mind thinking of 1000 things at once. “Yo, Angel?’ JJ called “We need to get moving.” I finally blinked back into place hearing my nickname that I despise (purely because I’m a bit older now and not to mention the fact my ex situation ship used to call me that so I’ve come to resent it.) I looked over to notice all of them moving quickly, I get up to join JJ because I don’t want to get caught, I’ve always followed the rules and have a clean record, I don’t plan on breaking that anytime soon. “Maybank,” I called as I hurriedly caught up with the group “You know not to call me that, can you please just call me Ange?” I asked him for like the hundredth time this week. “Nah, I like Angel better.” JJ replied, giving me a wink. If we weren’t on the run, I swear I would be giving him hell right now, us Italians are not built to keep our mouths shut when we don’t like something. I stuck the rude finger up at him and told him to basically fuck off in Italian “Testa di cazzo”(dickhead) “Oh I love when you talk dirty to me in Italian, Angel.” JJ replied, smirking this time at me, this boy will actually be the death of me, I thought to myself.

Once we passed the flight of stairs, JJ accidentally ran into one of the security guards “Ooh not much of a hugger man.” JJ told him as we were all still running off to find the Twinkie. I jumped the fence barely missing the security guard just after Pope and JJ jumped over. I caught up to the Twinkie just beating JJ and Pope, “Come on guys.” I urged them on as soon as I jumped into the Twinkie, out of breath. I watched as JJ teased the security guard, Gary I think his name was, throwing him can of beer to tease him for trying to chase us, I overheard Kie telling JJ to stop as I focused on calming my heart and catching my breath.

A few days later, I was at home resting when I heard the storm siren starting, “What the fuck is that?” Bella asked “Sounds like a storm siren, I think I heard something about a hurricane heading this way last night. Must be that.” I replied. I texted Kie to double check so my family could be prepared and asked if they needed any help, Kie basically confirmed the hurricane and said to just stay and help the family, she also mentioned the day after the hurricane to just go to chateau in the morning as phones may be out of service for a while.

As soon as the hurricane had officially passed and I was sure my family was okay, Bella and I headed towards John B’s. As we walked up to the chateau, I noticed John B walking out to assess the damage. “That’s no good” I heard John B say as we approached him. “Shit, that looks bad, John B.” I pointed out the obvious as Bella and I approached. “Oh hey girls, yeah that is not good at all” John B replied giving me a small smile while assessing the rest of the damage. “Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ asked no one in particular as he finally walked out of the house wearing just shorts giving me a perfect view of his sculptured chest, with a beer in hand. “Hey Angel” JJ winked at me “hey Bella” JJ said acknowledging my sister. “Hey Maybank” I replied, wanting to say something about the nickname but decided against that for now because I wanna see how this plays out. I only have one month left and I’ve just met the pouges but am starting to struggle to see a life without them and really feel like I’m becoming apart of that group that I don’t know if I even want to go back to Australia but sometimes we don’t have a choice.

“What about DCS? Wasn’t that today?” JJ asks John B. “Nah they’re not getting on a ferry. Come on, think about it. It’s god telling us to fish.” John B replied. “You two coming?” JJ asked me and Bella. I looked at Bella seeing if she wanted to come because I already knew my answer. “Yeah sure, I hate boats though.” Bella replied, “You will be okay.” I assured her. JJ came up to me just before we left still not wearing a top of any sort, I reminded myself to keep my eyes on his stupidly beautiful face knowing that even if I allowed myself to even think there was a possibility of him liking me that it was most likely a joke of some sorts, I’ve come to learn that the hard way. “Angel, you really need to learn that my eyes are up here.” He said, pointing to his face. Shit, he noticed me looking even though it was only for a split second, I blushed blood red and he smirked in response. I’m a really shy person in general unless I really know someone otherwise the actual me would have teased him back in some way so I just let it slide this time.

I decided to ignore him and help Bella get into the boat, John B helped me up and JJ jumped in right after us once he decided to finally put a top on (thank god). We were driving along the marsh, JJ pointing out all the boats to me and Bella and saying to hi to people while John B drove. “She totally looked at me” JJ mentioned to John B, talking about some girl named miss Holly we saw while driving along in the boat “I saw it” John B replied, I decided now is the time for me to get a little payback. “Ah actually Maybank, I think she was looking at John B.” I said testing the waters and wanting to rile him up a bit. JJ stuck the rude finger up at me “Fuck you, Angel” he said laughing, “Fuck you too, Maybank.” I replied sticking my finger back up at him, laughing with everyone else.

We spotted Pope along the marsh, washing off the pier. “We have a safety meeting, attendance mandatory”John B yelled out to Pope. “I can’t. My Pop’s got me on lockdown.” Pope replied. “Come on, man. Your dad’s a pussy. Over.” JJ said pretending to talk into a radio over his shoulder like a security guard would. “Oh, I heard that, you little bastard.” Mr Heyward said, I was laughing so hard, “Hey, Mr Hayward” Me and Bella said in unison. “Hello girls, why are such beautiful ladies like you two hanging with this idiot?” Mr Heyward said. I laughed and responded “I don’t even know myself, Mr Heyward” I replied still laughing. JJ looking at me annoyed for taking Mr Heywards side. John B and JJ were trying to get Pope to get into the boat and ditch his dad, suddenly Pope jumped into the boat and John B started driving off leaving Mr Heyward behind furious with Pope.

“Oh top o’ the morning to ya” JJ said as we approached to pick up Kie. “Good morning boys and girls.” “Morning Kie.” the rest of us replied “Whatcha got?” Pope asked Kie noticing the cooler in her hand. “You got some juice boxes?” “You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks” Kie replied to Pope’s sarcasm. JJ helped Kie get into the boat as we settled in and took off, opening some drinks and sitting back so we could relax while John B drove.

The group was goofing off, JJ trying to be a little smartass, he asked Pope to go faster to show us a trick on the end of the boat with his beer in hand, I could see this going so wrong. “Ah here we go, I’m moving.” John B said, coming to sit next to me in the back of the boat. “We have tried this like 6,000 times” John B told me. “And that is why I moved back here, it’s my first time seeing this but knowing JJ it won’t end well” I replied to John b. JJ was so confident that his trick was gonna work, when beer started flying ever, everyone was yelling at JJ to stop. “Maybank, you are getting beer in my hair” I warned him while Pope and John B were telling him to stop and that he was done.

All of the sudden JJ flew off the boat, the motor rattled and we all screamed. “Jesus Pope” Bella and Kie said, after I checked on Bella, I was starting to get a bit worried aboutJJ as he hadn’t come up from the water immediately, wait, shit, fuck, this boy is really starting to worm his way into my heart but I can’t show him that as I’m not ready for that kind of heartbreak yet again. “You okay, Maybank?’ I called out as I noticed him come back to the top of the water. “I think my heels touched the back of my head”JJ groaned. John B asked all us girls if we were okay. JJ was asking Pope what just fucking happened which I would like to know as well. “Sandbar. The channel changed.” Pope responded to JJ which also answered all of our questions. JJ swam back to the boat going on about how he saved the beer, I noticed Pope staring at something in the water “Guys.. I think there is a boat down there.” Pope told us. No one believed him. “No, no guys. I’m serious. There’s a boat down there. For real.” We all rushed over to have a look to see he wasn’t lying. “Yeah looks like a boat” I said. “Holy shit, he’s right. Let’s go” Kie ordered. John B took his top off and jumped in, everyone following jumping into the marsh but Bella opted to stay behind on the boat, not wanting to ruin her hair of all things.

“Get you ass in here, Angel.” JJ said when he noticed me not moving, I honestly wasn’t confident enough yet to take my clothes off in front of these boys, especially JJ, I loved swimming, it was one of my favourite things to do but having the boys see my body in a swimsuit this early, yeah no thanks, I don’t trust people very easily. “Nah Maybank, I’ll stay here with Bella and keep a lookout.” JJ looked disappointed “I thought you loved swimming.” JJ pointed out, how the fuck did he know that. I’ve never told him that, must of been Kie or Bella. “I do..” I trailed not having any excuse but I didn’t want to tell him the real reason.

JJ’s POV:

Why didn’t she want to jump in? I know she loves swimming, Kie mentioned that during one of our many conversations about her as I’ve been basically grilling Kie about her and everything she tells me makes me fall for her harder than I already am. I just know a relationship between us would be hard once she goes back, she wouldn’t be a small fling to me and I can tell she is not that kind of girl. I wish I knew her better so I could know what she was thinking, I feel like she hasn’t got long left till she has to go back and I already know I don’t want her to go, I feel like she mentioned a few days ago that she goes back in a month or so. Fuck that’s too close for my liking. I swam back to her, the rest of the pogues heading towards the boat. “Are you sure you don’t want to come, Angel?” I asked her sincerely, making sure she can feel my concern. “Yeah Maybank, I’ll sit this one out, thanks though” she replied. I wasn’t happy about her answer but I didn’t want to push her too far just yet. I squeezed her leg in a comforting way as that’s all I could reach but really I just wanted to pull her in, I decided against that for now, there will be another time for that, then swam back to catch up with the rest of the group.

Ange’s POV:

I watched as JJ swam back to his friends heading towards the boat, why did he feel the need to double check with me, that was unusual and he squeezed my leg and looked like he didn’t want to go without me?! Nah I’m probably just imaging things, I shook my head and went to sit next to Bella as the others swam towards the boat. The crew came back up within a few mins, I could hear them saying something but couldn’t make out exactly what, “A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy.” JJ exclaimed as he came back to the boat. “What did you all find?” I asked, clearly wanting to know whats got them all excited. “The boat was a Grady white.” Pope clarified to me but I was confused. “And, that means what, Pope?” I urged him on as I had no fucking idea about boats, all I knew was that they can travel on water and they are all different sizes, I read books and go swimming in my spare time not study boats. “It’s basically a super expensive kind of boat, something that a kook would have.” Pope responded, well that makes a little more sense now. “Thanks Pope. Not much of a boat person” I pointed out to him. Pope started laughing “Oh don’t worry, we know you prefer to get lost in books. Glad I could help.” I smiled back at him, Pope was a good friend to everyone and he definitely was the smartest of the group, smarter than me and definitely smarter than the rest of the group.

John B told the group he saw this particular boat while surfing the surge, trying to figure out how the boat ended up at the bottom of the marsh. “You surfed the surge?” Kie asked John B, looking disappointed at him, JJ hyping him up about it some shit about Pogue style or something. John B was pulling something out of a hidden compartment in the boat, it was the anchor. “It looks like it’s really deep down there” I pointed out, JJ agreeing with me. “Only for the weak and feeble, guys” John B replied, well I guess there was no changing his mind about this. “Well, I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just making that clear up front.” JJ told John B. “Diver down fool.” Pope says to John B. “Diver down” John B replied. “Yeah he is” JJ said as he pushed him off the boat. We all waited for John B to come back up anxiously, the team was starting to wonder if we should go down after him once we realised it had been a bit too long. Luckily, John B resurfaced moments later holding a motel key, Kie suggested taking to the key to the coast guard going on about some finders fee thing.

Well let’s just say the coast guard idea didn’t work, they were swamped. I was standing with the pogues waiting to hear what the plan was now. “I know how we’re gonna find the guy that owns that boat.” John B suggested. “I’m in” JJ chimed in. Kie agreed to be the lookout while Pope tried talking them out of it, see I knew that guy was smart, then they all turned to me silently asking Bella and I to join “Well are we going or not?” Bella asked confirming we were in fact coming although my gut was telling me something different. We got back to the boat and headed towards the motel. As we approached I got chills, “This place is a shitshow.” John B pointed out. “Motel or meth lab?” Kie asked. “I would say both” I said. “You be the judge” Pope replied. As we neared the motel JJ jumped out of the boat tying her up. “Angel, you coming with us or staying?” JJ asked me, okay that nickname was really getting on my nerves at this point, I’ve told him so many times to not call me that but he seems to not care. I looked at Bella silently asking if she will be okay, once she nodded her head I replied to JJ “Yeah blondie, I’ll come, can’t let you guys do anything too stupid.” “Blondie? Really, Angel?” JJ sounded a bit annoyed. “Yep” I said climbing out of the boat “why, you don’t like it?” I teased him. JJ didn’t respond, instead he came up to me and whispered in my ear “Two can play this game, love, and I will win.” I shivered as his voice went straight down to my core but was still smart enough to respond “Bring it on, Maybank.” I challenged him, walking off towards the motel. He won’t win, I don’t lose easily when a challenge arises.

JJ grabbed John B teasing about how Kie was worried about him. “Just be so careful, John.” JJ teased him, playfully caressing John B. “God, you’re so weird.” John B pointed out. I was walking behind the boys while JJ was busy asking John B about why Kie was asking him to be careful, I think JJ likes Kie more than he is willing to admit. Of course he would like her, why wouldn’t he, she was so beautiful and then there is me who is just different. I honestly am getting some really mixed signals from this guy today but by observing the group and him with Kie lately I think that he wants Kie and that’s fine by me, better I figure it out now so my heart doesn’t get shattered to pieces later on.

“Oh, just give me that John D already. When are you gonna swoop on that, man? JJ asked John B. “Bro you know the rule. No pogue on pogue macking. Besides, you’re the one who is always hitting on her.” John B pointed out to JJ. JJ went quiet for a moment deciding to respond instead of staying silent “Of course I’m hitting on her, she is a super hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us.” And boom he just admitted what I was thinking 30 seconds ago, oh well, no point in caring. JJ and Kie have known each other for the longest time and I’m just a touron who he sees as a friend and nothing more. “ I know that door’s locked because I’ve tried it. Have you?” JJ tells John B as we approach the door that matches the number on the key. Of course he has tried with Kie. “This is it” John B told us. JJ knocks on the door “Housekeeping” he says with a high pitch voice, I try to hold in my laughter not wanting to alert anyone of our presence. The boys checked the windows after knocking again just to make sure no one was home, JJ used the key to let us in, opening the door for me and John B.

A/N: I’m back!!! Sorry for the long wait a lot happened over the last few weeks, this chapter is really long so I’ve had to split in half anyway hope you all enjoy.

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Pssst. Pssst! You guys wanna see another design of Exubus?? Do ya??? Do ya??? (Warning, body horror, kinda… as well as mentions of death, manipulation, depression, and cult stuff)

I drew this back in March, please go easy on me-

The scarred-face-guy is Exubus, by the way, although he goes by Talon at that time because he had his memories erased and it’s a whole thing… (basically boils down to reincarnation with Exubus being split in two, his memories and majority of his powers being locked away from his physical body, which was put in a sarcophagus and locked away to keep the two halves from reuniting.)

What is Exubus’ main goal in the Abnormal Freedom Force/Paranormal Investigations world? Simple. Destroy literally everything because in his eyes, mortals should not exist due to there being even a sliver of bad.

So, context for the drawing above, Exubus has people working for him, manipulating them like he did the in Apprenticeship AU. Kris (red sweater) and Manny (blue scarf) Boyce were tricked into working for him as hitmen due to them both being orphans who were basically willing to do anything to survive.

Ace Rook (shades) is the head of the Galactic Alliance and is using Earth for illegal experimentation, now under Exubus’ orders. Why did he join Exubus? It was a purely selfish reason, because he was illegally experimenting on his own children before Exubus even came into the picture, so it was to save his own ass.

Cassidy Williams (redhead at the bottom) joined Exubus in order to become more human, as she was only half human due to her mother being an alien. So, she became more human and now works as a sort of figurehead for Exubus to use to control the masses, same with Darius Dunn (glasses and suit boi). Although Darius joined because his father was the leader of the cult worshipping Exubus before his father was… killed… by Exubus. Since he was the golden child, he continues with what his father was doing, ignoring everything bad the man did.

Kris and Manny are the only ones who end up escaping Exubus’ influence and control. However… one did it through a not-so-happy way. Kris accidentally killed Manny while on a hit. Manny had a change of heart, stepping in front of Kris as he went to kill their target, only to have killed his twin instead.

Kris breaks down, and is eventually found by Paranormal Investigations in pretty bad shape, as Exubus wasn’t too happy about him messing up the job, and Kris lashed out at him due to his grief. They take him in and nurse him back to health, and are well aware of what he did. Kris is… broken, to say the least. He barely eats or moves unless someone forces him to.

They have a funeral for Manny, burying him next to the parents of some of the members, and Kris decides to help them stop Exubus, despite him still technically having control over him.

That’s all I’m gonna share for now! But yeah, the AFF/PI gets a bit dark…

But I did want to share more info about it because this is something I’ve been working on since late 2017, and I don’t plan to stop working on it anytime soon either ^^

(But as you can tell i like to add OCs and put them in fandom/au stuff too because these are my children and i love them)