#I'll throw up before a pill ever gets inside my body

[dawnofiight]

Hc that David can't take pills.

So when he needs to take something that only comes in pill form he thugs it out.

Asher when David was meant to take pain meds but he didn't because the doctor gave it to him in pill form:

[beforeimdeceased]

SNOW ANGEL

i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy ❄️

🌨️ but if it kills me i tried

if it kills me ⛸️

pairing: ex!ellie x reader

synopsis: ellie shows up at your door in the dead of winter, years after your break up.

warnings: su!cide attempt, alluding to alcohol addiction, no comfort and no happy ending.

authors note: this is short! i’m on my period rn and i am honestly so devastated for absolutely no reason so i decided to write about it. loosely (completely) based on my very sad experience with an ex. if any of you beautiful people need someone to talk to i am always here. i’m always an option.

you’re everywhere. at the bottom of the bottle, at the bottom of the glass. ellie couldn’t shake you. not even in the winter under the warmth of other girls. that’s why she was knocking at your door tonight. for the first time in months.

well not really. she’s always almost about to knock. almost did last week until she heard you laughing with friends. almost two weeks ago until she heard your drunkenly stumbling around, kissing some girl. always almost, almost always.

but tonight she couldn’t help herself. knuckles burning from the cold outside, she knocks three times. it takes you ten seconds to anwser. she counted while drawing shapes in the snow on your porch railing.

“ellie?” you barely breathe. too much floods your mind at once. a kiss on your neck, flowers on the first date, her smile. her laugh, god you hadn’t heard that in forever.

“come in, you must be freezing.”

do you offer her soup or tea? or maybe the warmth of your heart? the remains of your love laying flat on your bathroom floor? that night, the knife. the pills, the whiskey.

who tries to kill themself with their mother’s switchblade?

“i’ll take the tea thank you.” she blows into her cupped palms, shivering. she looks awful but not drunk. just battling a thought. probably the one telling her to get the hell out of there.

“how’ve you been?” you ask. you’re trying to be polite but it’s fucked to act like you don’t have eyes. even after all these years, she’s still torn. guilt ripping at her from the inside.

“i’ve been pretty good, got a job fixing cars. taking some classes downtown.” she shrugs, looking down at her feet anxiously. she leans onto her left leg, twisting the right in the air slightly.

you sigh. something close to but not quite relief washing over your body. at least she’s busy? you can’t look at her. everytime you see her face you want to break into a slew of tears. hold her, hit her, blame her, apologize. why’d you invite her in again?

“i don’t think i ever said um…” she starts. the tea is screaming on the stovetop. “wait, hold that thought.” you flash a small smile and rush to grab it. she wishes you wouldn’t have. would she have the courage to finish what she was saying when you came back?

the anwser is no. you returned to an empty space in your front entrance. cold air flush from the door. all you want to do is throw the cup at the wall and watch it break into a million pieces. maybe it’ll help the anger. maybe it will mend the tears in your heart. maybe it’ll ease your own guilt, your own ache.

you didn’t understand. she was so happy that week before. you were going to a dinosaur exhibit for her birthday that friday. she was visiting joel’s grave everyday. she was drawing so many pictures of you and the house. you saw her ring shopping online.

what could you have done? how could you have known? could you have known?

[kai-zip]

Not so innocent

(Minnie x Miyeon)

3rd POV

It has been confirmed that Nicha known as Kim Minnie would be attending a lesson on how to stop doing drugs.

Yes, you read that right. This woman has been addicted to drugs, since her parents died in a car crash she's been blaming herself for not being there. When her parents died, she was in Thailand for some business stuffs she had to do for her work. She didn't have any other choice.

Anyhow, her close friends tried to make her feel better, Seo Soojin and Jeon Soyeon. These two have been by her side since they were like 10 and 9 years old, interesting right? A friendship that last so long.

It was her first time being in this kind of group, people who used to do drugs or just stopped doing them, like her.

That's really a weird feeling.

Why do I have to be here?

I could do this alone.

Minnie thinks. Even though she's not actually telling the truth, she would be devastated if she would do this alone cause it'd end her up doing drugs again.

So why not find a new kind of drug? Which it won't be as bad as those pills.

As she get inside to this small room, there were people. Many people.

They stared at her, all eyes on her which made her so anxious. She gulped hardly and sat on a free chair.

She looked up, her eyes caught the most beautiful gaze and eyes she ever saw. Brown eyes, a bit rounded than hers yet so beautiful. Lips? So beautiful, not so big yet not so thin. They seemed very kissable. Body? God, so thin yet so beautiful. She's going crazy, she never saw a woman like her.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to the group, love?" the woman asks.

Minnie blinks twice after that she nods and stands up from her seat.

"M-My name's Nicha Yontararak, Kim Minnie in short. Uh.. I'm from T-Thailand and moved here seven years ago. I'm currently 25 years old." Minnie says while looking onto the ground.

"Very nice, then tell me Minnie why are you here?" the woman asks.

"W-Well, I have been troubled with taking drugs and it was the time for me to stop taking them. I want a better life for myself." Minnie confesses.

The woman smiles and claps.

"Very well, you're in the right place then. Let me introduce myself before we start, my name's Cho Miyeon, I'll be your drug counselor or therapist. You can always talk to me if you want privately. I am 26 years old and I am from Korea." Miyeon points out which made Minnie be more mesmerized by her charms as her smile for example.

Yeah, she definitely wants to get better now. She wants to attend this small group.

Definitely.

As she came back from that group therapy, she also got Miyeon's number if she ever needed to call her or text her during hard times.

She immediately called her best friend, Lalisa Manoban. She's also her Assistance.

"Lisa, my lord you won't believe what I did and who I met." Minnie says, panicking.

"Yo! Tell me everything, I got some time." Lisa says on the phone.

And that's how it starts with Minnie.

Attending every group therapy that's with Miyeon.

Every month is getting better, of course she has been having some panic attacks but as Miyeon told her, she could always call her if needed. So that's what she did.

These two never talked privately, though Minnie wanted to get to know her more. She knows it's not allowed so she waited until she'd be healed completely.

Good plan right? The only problem was that she wasn't sure if that woman had a boyfriend or even if she was into women like her. She had to do some research, no?

But how? She had to ask people if she knew her. But for now, she will focus on getting better.

We'll be skipping this after six months.

Minnie got better and is officially off with those pills.

It feels so nice and relieving. Finally, can go to work without any problems, her health is getting better than before.

And the awesome part? Jennie, Lisa's girlfriend new Miyeon. So it was something great, though she's single. Not bad.

She knew that this couple will be throwing a party for their anniversary so Minnie as well as Miyeon will be invited, of course she will attend this party. And she will look really good.

Thank god the party's today so her friends will also come with their partners. So enough mumbling and check Minnie's outfit.

Nice right? Quite the hottie as people would say in our generation.

She took some pictures of herself and smiled at herself.

Damn, I look good.

Minnie thinks to herself.

In fact she does look really good, in my opinion.

Lets skip to Miyeon's outfit, right?

We don't want to miss out.

Quite the princess yet hot. On her waist she's wearing a black skirt with a heart belt. Very fancy.

And so the party began.

Both women attended the party, both looking fancy in their own way. One too sport-ish and the other one too elegance and sexy.

What a taste, am I right?

Lisa hugged the younger woman. Welcoming her as well as her girlfriend. After that, Jennie saw Miyeon dancing with a couple of other women and grabbed gently her arm pulling her where Lisa and Minnie were.

"Look who I found!" Jennie yells because of the loud music.

"Oh my god! Hey Miyeon, what's up!" Lisa yells.

Miyeon smiles and hugs both girls, then she saw Minnie. Her expression was.. interesting. She was more like surprised yet happy to see the woman doing well.

"Hello, Nicha" Miyeon says.

It made the younger blush slightly, hearing the older calling her by her Thai name.

"Hey Miyeon, long time no see huh?" Minnie asks while smiling.

"Yeah, how have you been? You haven't been in the therapy for a month now. Are you doing well?" Miyeon asks as both girls walked to the kitchen where the drinks were as well as snacks.

"I'm doing great actually. Thanks to you of course, I've been doing great. I'm still having some issues but they're not as dangerous as it used to be. I'm getting through it. How have you been?" The younger asks.

"I've been doing okay. You know, I kinda miss it not having you there. You were like uh the light in the group. I'm happy you're doing great." Miyeon says and gave the younger a smile.

"Yeah.. I guess so. Well uhm.. you look very pretty tonight." Minnie gives a compliment to the older woman.

"Oh really? So I wasn't pretty yesterday or a month ago?" Miyeon asks making Minnie panic a bit.

With that expression made Miyeon laugh.

"N-No! I-I m-mean.. you always looked pretty! Just today you look a bit.. hotter than usual?" Minnie gulps, she doesn't want to fuck up right now.

"Oh?" That made Miyeon blush.

"Y-You think.. I'm hot?"

"Of course I do. Every day, every time I saw or see you. You never get less pretty." Minnie says as she took a step closer to the older woman.

"O-Oh.. w-why thank you, N-Nicha. I also think y-you're good looking." Miyeon stutters.

Minnie smirks and took another step closer to her, wrapping a hand around the latter's waist as her left hand was on the chin of the latter's.

"Look up, baby." Minnie whispers with her his key voice. That made Miyeon nervous but obeyed.

"You really do obey quickly, don't you?" Minnie asks, but did not get a respond.

For an answer, Miyeon kisses the Thai which she did not expect it. She immediately kisses her back, wrapping her other hand on the latter's neck as she pushes the latter closer to her.

Lips connected, biting each other's bottom lip, the make out session was indeed very hungry and tensed.

Minnie did not care if people were watching them, she wanted to kiss that woman for a long time now. There's nothing stopping her now.

She picked up the latter, sitting her on the kitchen counter as they keep kissing each other.

The Thai was leaving sloppy, yet wet kisses on the latter's neck making the older woman groan from pleasure as she wrapped her legs around the Thai's waist.

That drove the younger woman crazy, she looked up at the older woman as they both made an eye contact.

"Let's go to my car, shall we?" Minnie whispers near the older's ear. Miyeon just nodded, with that Minnie picked her up walking towards the exit door. She opened it and stepped outside as she closed the door behind her.

She took out her car keys, walking towards her car. Opened the door from the back seats, laid Miyeon as she went on top of her as she closed the door and locked the car doors again.

"You're mine for the night." Minnie whispers.

"Oh yeah? Says who?" Miyeon teases.

"Says me. You'll be mine for now and for the rest of our lives, princess." Minnie says which made Miyeon smile.

"Hm, I like that idea. Let's do it." Miyeon says as she trails her hand on Minnie's adidas long jacket.

She pushes the younger to sit as she gets on her lap.

"My body belongs to you for today, Nicha~" Miyeon whispers near to the younger's ear as she slowly grinds onto the Thai's thigh.

"Mmm, I like how that sounds baby." Minnie places her hands onto the older's waist as her hands follows the rhythm of her hips.

Miyeon slowly took her own light jacket off, still grinding onto the Thai's thigh making her moan softly.

"N-Nicha" she moans near Minnie's ear.

Fuck. Minnie thinks.

Minnie wanted so badly to touch her but was so worried that people would be able to take pictures of them.

Ugh, I don't care. Why am I overthinking while she's being a mess on my lap?

Get it together Nicha!

With that, she harshly pushes Miyeon down as she's on top of her and her hand between her thighs.

Minnie rubs the older's inner thigh making her groan.

"You like that? Being all slutty to your old patient?" Minnie asks with her husky voice making Miyeon more wet as she was before.

"N-No.. only when it comes to you. You make me lose my mind." Miyeon says and with that Minnie was taking already off the older's underwear.

"We don't need that now, do we?" Minnie asks as Miyeon shakes her head.

"Good. Now be a good girl and enjoy it for as long as you can." Minnie says as she slowly kisses Miyeon's stomach down to her thighs while she was still wearing the skirt.

She pushed two fingers inside the older unexpectedly, which caught the older by surprise and made her moan loudly. Minnie pushed the skirt a bit up, making more room for her to spread the older's legs. Which she successfully did, she brought her face near the wet core of the older woman's and started licking her clit while thrusting her finger harshly into the older.

The older was a moaning mess, she harshly grabbed onto the younger's hair. She felt how the Thai's tongue swirled and moving, every movement of her fingers and tongue. It was an amazing feeling, she couldn't explain the butterflies yet the hotness she and her body was feeling right now.

"N-Nicha! Oh my god!" Miyeon moans loudly as she arches her back and biting her lip harshly.

That made the Thai smirk as she thrust her finger harder, making the latter's body shake a lot. She knows that the woman was close, already.

It didn't stop her though, she inserted another finger. Three in total. Which made the latter moan louder and pull her hair hard.

"F-Fuck!" Miyeon groans, pushing the younger's face closer to her wet core.

Minnie liked how messy the latter is when it comes to having an intimate moment with her. She wants to have that more with her and she will.

After a second the latter released which made the Thai take a last lick and take her fingers off.

"Suck them." The Thai says to the latter.

Miyeon obeyed and tried carefully to get a bit up, she put Minnie's fingers into her mouth and sucked them. She was tasting herself.

"It's sweet, isn't it?" The Thai asks.

The latter nods as she keeps sucking onto the Thai's fingers.

"I want to taste you every day. And I will, you're mine baby. My princess, my good girl." Minnie says as she takes her fingers out slowly leaving a saliva connected to the latter's mouth.

"Mmm.. yes I am." Miyeon says. She can't lie right now, she really liked it. Owning her. Especially a woman like Minnie.

"And I am yours. Is that a deal, sweetheart?" Minnie asks as she makes Miyeon sit on her lap which the latter did.

Both of the cuddled each other for a bit.

"It's a deal baby." Miyeon says and kisses Minnie's cheek.

Both smiled like idiots, Minnie knew she had to drive back home but she wanted to stay like this for a while.

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 2:

мσσи тαєιℓ

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @whathamelon @unknown5tar @curieouscapt

warnings: dilf!taeil, breeding kink, age gap, just the usual.

“Hey, dad. I’m going out with y/n.”

“You should bring her home sometime.” Mr. Moon answered, eyes fixed to the documents between his hands. “I haven't seen her in a while.” And he perfectly knew the reason for that.

You'd been avoiding him since last summer when Jeno and his father took you on their family vacation. A few drinks were all it took for Mr. Moon to spill the tea, telling you how pretty you were, how much he craved to be with you. Things moved on pretty quickly from that moment, a few kisses and empty promises were exchanged while Jeno passed out in the hotel room you shared.

The next day, you woke up hungover and regretful. Mr. Moon thought things between you would finally take a different direction, but you started ignoring him. You avoided any kind of contact with him, trying to erase the memories from that night.

It was an understatement to say that he missed you, not only romantically, but your cheerful presence would always lighten up his mood, no matter how stressful the situation was.

“She’s outside, I'll call her in, just wait a second.” His son sprinted out, a string of cursing becoming louder and louder as your friend dragged you into the house.

“I’ll cut your hand off, Jeno!” You slapped the hand he was holding you with repeatedly.

“Long time no see, y/n.” God, how much you hated the effect his voice had on you. It was like he deliberately talked in that tone to allure you.

“Hello, Mr. Moon.” Your head was slightly bent, avoiding his eyes.

“What is it with you two?” Jeno frowned, aware of the slight change in the atmosphere.

“We need to leave if we don't want to miss the movie.” You tugged his sleeve. “See you around, Mr. Moon.”

“I hope we can see each other again soon.”

And you did, well, more like Jeno tricked you into it. He noticed things weren't the same between you and his father, and as your brother from another mother, he wanted you to be close to his family.

“Jeno?”

“Y/n?” Mr. Moon asked from the highest step of the stairs. “What are you doing here? Jeno isn't home.”

“That motherfucker.” You pulled out your phone, a couple of texts from Jeno illuminating your screen.

‘Sorry, something came up. Please wait for me.’

“Wait.” Mr. Moon rushed down the stairs, pulling your wrist before you reached for the front door. “Can I have a word with you?”

“I d-don’t think that's a good idea.”

“Why are you avoiding me? Have I done something that made you uneasy?” His thumb rubbed the skin of your hand. “Talk to me.”

“It's nothing!” You tried lying, but he could see right through you.

“Y/n, please. I miss you.” He pleaded.

“I'm terrified, alright?” He felt a hint of guilt as tears started rolling down your beautiful cheeks. “I want to be with you, I really do! But I'm scared of what people might say, or what Jeno might think. I can't expect him to be happy with the whole situation between you and me.” He wanted to hold you, to dry your tears. “It hurts not being able to be with the one that you love.”

Love. That's how you truly felt about him.

“No one has to know.” He whispered, face inches away from your own. “We can keep this a secret until you're ready.”

“And who's gonna tell my parents? You?” Their reaction was the one that troubled you the most, to be honest. They'd been friends with Mr. Moon since their college years, your father would probably murder him if he found out.

“Yes.” For you, he was willing to lose his dearest friends. “As long as I get to be with you.” His hand slid from your wrist to your waist, the scene oddly familiar. “Our first kiss was just like this.”

“We shouldn't...” Yet, you closed your eyes, letting his lips taste yours.

It wasn't long until his hands were holding the back of your head, fervently kissing you. Your hands were positioned above his forearms, your lips trying to keep up with his.

“Shall we go upstairs, darling?” You nodded, allowing him to lift and carry you all the way to his room. He lowered you gently on his bed, moving his laptop and notebook to his desk.

“Were you working on something?” Your chest rose and fell rapidly, body extremely hot from the previous make-out session.

“It can wait.” He slowly unbuttoned his black dressing shirt, curiously looking at you as your legs rubbed against each other. “Needy much, huh?”

“Stop it.” Mr. Moon grinned, obliging to your commands. He placed himself on top of you, both hands on each side of your head.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” You answered with no hesitation. You trusted him with your life, you knew he would never do anything to harm you.

Your lips touched again, this time his hands slowly undressing you, stroking your tender skin. He kissed every single uncovered spot, loving the small noises you'd make.

“Is this your first time?”

“No.” He was disappointed, but quickly disposed of the negative emotions. You were there with him, and that's all that mattered.

As soon as his clothes were off, he penetrated you, throwing his head back at the feeling of your walls hugging him. Your nails carved into his back as the sound of skin slapping became louder.

“Mr. Moon.”

“Yes, darling?” His nose was scrunched from the pleasure, thrusts becoming sloppy as his high approached embarrassingly fast.

“Can you come inside?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “I’m on the pill! I just...I just like the feeling.” He leaned down to peck your eyelids, the simple action had your stomach doing a flip.

“Breeding kink?” Well, if you had to label it, that would probably be the official name. “Whatever you want, little one.”

Just as you thought his pace was finally slowing down, he increased it again, repeatedly hitting your G-spot. How could a 40-year-old man have such stamina?

“A-ah, Taeil.”

“My name sounds so pretty when you say it.” One final thrust was all it took for him to spill his load inside your whole, regardless, he kept moving, trying to trigger your orgasm. “Come on, darling, let go for me.” One of his hands came down to your core, thumb drawing circles over the sensitive nub.

Needless to say, it only took a few more seconds for you to release. Your body was limp and sweaty, legs feeling slightly numb. Taeil groaned as he pulled out, his length was coated with yours, and his essence.

You cleaned yourselves up, giggling at each other’s fucked out faces. After confirming Jeno was staying over at a friend's, Mr. Moon lent you one of his pajamas, letting you sit between his limbs as he worked on his laptop.

“That looks complicated.” You pointed out, looking at the sales reports.

“Would you like for me to explain it?”

His voice was ever so soothing that you were snoring two minutes into his explanation. But he didn't mind, it was more than clear you were exhausted. He let you rest again in his chest, oddly focusing more than usual on his work.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: PREAPOCALYPSE. Negan lies to Lucinda about not being able to have children. She takes matters into her own hands and during a sexual encounter makes him finish inside her. (Inspired by Bridgerton series)

Smut

TW: rape/ non con

Negan and Lucinda

Negan and you had met almost a year ago. Being a manager at a supermarket he shopped at, he always made it a point to act like he had something to talk to the manager about. Eventually asking you out on a date, in time the two of you had become serious with each other.

"How does this look?" You asked Negan as you placed a small frame of seashells in the bathroom.

"Well...you sure gave the place a womans touch," his response making you laugh.

The two of you enjoyed dinner together and a movie at home. A commerical of a pregnant woman came up and it made you smile. Children was something you had already been thinking about with Negan. The conversation had never really been spoken of as you noticed Negan would react strangely to the topic.

"Negan...dont you ever think we're missing something?" The question instantly making him clear his throat, he knew where this conversation was going.

"Not at all, sweetheart. What could we be missing? We're fucking great."

"I know we're great...but I still think we can be greater." Remaing silent he took a sip of his beer making you sigh.

"Negan dont you want to have children?" The question making him choke on his drink.

"Lucinda..that's a conversation for another time."

"What other time, you cant just tell me if you want children or not?" With a serious expression he ignored your question watching the show, his reaction making you annoyed.

"Come on Negan. It's not like we will make one at this moment, you cant just answer the question?"

"Lucinda-"

"You never want to talk about this and it's not fair to me, this is something that we should've spoken about long ago."

"Lucinda!" He suddenly yelled as he stood up in frustration.

"Lucinda. I fucking cant." He looked away as you frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean you cant?" You looked up at him as he turned his back to you with his hands on his hips.

"Lucinda I cant get you pregnant."

"But....I dont understand.." you looked down puzzled. If Negan could not get you pregnant, why did he always pull out every time he had sex with you? What was the point in that.

"What's there not to understand?" He aggresivly turned back to you, clear frustration buried within him.

"I can't give you a damn baby. Now drop it."

Never had Negan spoken to you in such a way. It wasnt fair for him to drop something of this magnitude on to you and just want it dropped without conversation. Leaving you alone in the living room you still wondered how accurate what he said was. You could feel it in you, something did not sound right.

After giving him some time to cool off you approached the bedroom. He lay with one hand behind his head, his eyes on the tv.

"Come here." He unexpectedly spoke shutting the television off. Walking into the room, slowly he pulled you into bed beside him and began kissing you.

"I dont like arguing with you." His deep voice penetrated your ears as he kissed your neck. His hand roaming over your thighs as he nibbled on your ear lobe. Before you knew it both of your clothes were off and Negan was on top of you. Passionately thrusting into you, you moaned against his lips. Gripping tightly onto his back as he continued to move, you could hear him breathing heavily against you. Usually when Negan finished you were either on your back or your knees, today you insisted on trying something different. Knowing his body language and the sounds he'd make when he was close to cumming you waited beneath him as he slammed into you. Screaming against him Negan cursed to himself. It was obvious he was trying his best not to blow. Without him expecting it, you rolled yourself over on top of him and began to ride him. If Negan really couldnt have children you didnt see why your plan would be a problem at all. He looked down at the sight of you hopping on his cock, you noticed him begin to break a sweat.

"Lucinda-" he groaned and you knew this was it, he was about to cum.

"Lucinda...get off.." you felt his hands on your hips attempt to pull you off but the feel of you riding him faster weakened him. Negan turned as red as you had ever seen him as he moaned loudly. Squeezing his eyes shut and tightly grabbing onto your thighs his deep moans filled the room.

"Fuck-" you felt his hips uncontrollably jerk up against you as you slowed down. Throwing his head back, you stopped your movement until he weakly looked down at you.

"Shit....why did you do that?" He asked breathlessly as you remained still on top of him. You could still feel his cock throbbing inside you. The feeling was something you had never felt before and god did it feel amazing. But, the shocked expression in his eyes distracted you from completely enjoying it.

"What's wrong?" You whispered.

"Get up." He responded bluntly making you feel confused. Without saying a word you stood up and watched him put a towel around his waist and light a cigarette.

"Negan?"

"I'll go to the pharmacy and get you that fucking pill." He spoke in a dry tone as you covered yourself up with the blanket.

"What pill?"

"That morning after shit."

"Why would I need one?" You responded stepping close to him. Your question making him look at you at a loss for words.

"Negan....why would I need one? Unless.....unless-" you frowned as you came to realization that Negan had lied to you. Tears welling up in your eyes you looked away feeling shame.

"If you didnt want to have children with me you could've simply told me."

"No, Lucinda its not-" before he could finish you ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. With a sigh of frustration Negan pulled up his pants and made his way to you. Knocking on the bathroom door, Negan called out for you. Regret in his voice as you remained silent wrapped in the covers sitting on the toilet.

"Lucinda open the door."

Wiping away a tear you could hear him taking a deep breath on the other side.

"Baby, it's not about you alright? It's not the way you're thinking-"

"Yes it is!" You suddenly opened the door yelling at him in frustration.

"Stop lying to me, I'm not a little girl. You dont want me to be the mother of your child and that's fine, that's how you feel." Negan frowned listening to you speak with the voice of a broken heart. You truly had no idea how this man felt about you.

"You think I wouldnt want to see you as the mother of my child?" Negan stepped close to you as you looked up at him.

"Look at me. What kind of a fucking father do I'd look like I'd be?" His words were filled with self disappointment and sadness. It crushed you as you realized that it was himself that he didnt believe in.

"You would be amazing." You whispered placing your hand on his chest.

"You dont even give yourself a chance, Negan." Looking down at you as he took in what you expressed, he pulled you close.

"You really think I could be a good dad?"

"The best," you smiled as you looked down at his lips.

"But...if you still want to get the pill. We can do that."

Negan felt conflicted, wanting to have a family with you but doubting himself ate him alive.

The next day Negan purchased the pill. Without saying anything of it you found it sitting at the dining table. You understood Negans way of feeling but boy did you wish you could change it. You wished you could make him see himself from your point of view. Negan stood at the kitchen doorway silently watching you stare at the pill packet in your hand. Not being able to hold himself back he unexpectedly rushed into the kitchen and pulled the packet out of your hand. Throwing it to the side, you gasped as Negan grabbed you and began to kiss you. Roughly he picked you up and sat you down on the counter. Moaning in excitment you felt him reach under your skirt and pull your underwear off. His kisses were intense as you heard the heavy buckle from his belt break open.

"Negan, what's gotten in to you?" You laughed as he kissed your neck. Negan was always a very sexual man but something seemed more aggresive in his nature today. You didnt mind it at all, you loved feeling wanted by him. The two of you moaned simultaneously at the feel of your bodies coming together as one. Negan did not hesitate and pumped into you hard.

"Oh my God-" you gasped wrapping your arms around him. His eyes intense, never taking them off yours.

"This what you want?" He moved aggresivly knocking down things off the counter with each thrust. Moaning and gasping against him you heard him mumble something to himself you couldn't make out. He was an animal, grunting against you but it only aroused you more.

Negan grabbed your neck by one hand and looked directly into your eyes.

"You want to have my baby?" He suddenly asked breathlessly as he held your face.

"Yes, Negan. Yes." You cried out when he bit down on his bottom lip and grunted with one last hard thrust. The look he had as he held onto you tightly making you take in every drop of him made your lips part. Another hard thrust making you squeal as he made you take all of him in. Furrowed brows as he concentrated on your expression, the thought of releasing himself in you unexpectedly turned him on.

Negan pulled out as you leaned back against the wall, the two of you attempting to catch your breath.

"Negan.." you whispered in shock.

"Are you sure...?" You asked before he took the pill that was thrown on the table and got compeltely rid of it. Never had Negan been so sure with what he wanted and he was sure he wanted it with you.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 06 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.2 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Being Held

“I don't care what you think, you'll do what's best for (Y/N).” Keanu didn't want to be this rude with Mrs. Davis, but she's giving him a hard time. The doctors have already spoken to her and she agreed on not telling (Y/N) the truth since her health and the baby's depend on it. But still, seating on the first floor's balcony, as (Y/N) showers and changes after the morning walk, Lucia doesn't seem very happy about it.

“Of course not, Mr. Reeves. Or whatever you fancy people rather be called. But this isn't fair, and it isn't right. Do you plan to have this going on for how long?” She raises her voice, what makes Keanu's heart skips a beat. He looks over his shoulder, just to make sure (Y/N) isn't anywhere near. “My son is dead, but this is his child. You can't steal it from him.”

“Everything I'm doing is to keep her healthy.” He whisper-yells, both hands resting on the circular wooden table as he stands up, bending forward, trying to look as intimidating as he can. He doesn't give a damn if Lucia is her mother-in-law and the child's grandmother, he won't let her do anything that may put (Y/N) or the baby in danger. “You weren't here. You didn't see how desperate and lost she was, but I did. Breaking the news to her may lead to a miscarriage. Is this what you want? To lose your grandchild?” He spits the words out, tired of this stupid conversation. This woman is an idiot, he thinks, because he knows she had a meeting with both Dr. Wright and Dr. Harris about (Y/N)'s situation. But Keanu's last words make the woman sink a little, eyes softening, but he can still see some anger. Lucia Davis doesn't like him, that much is clear. “I'm not trying to steal anything from your late son, I'm just–”

“Keanu?” Her soft, low voice calls from the inside, cutting his words short. He takes a deep breath before turning around, watching as she shyly walks to the balcony, curious eyes already looking for Mrs. Davis, and she stops when her eyes find her. “Hi.”

“(Y/N), this is Lucia Davis. Your mother's friend.” He says, reaching out his hands, which she quickly takes, moving to stand next to him. “You were somewhat close.”

With a hand on the small of her back, Keanu listens to the small greetings, thinking if he should go away now, unsure if it's safe to let Lucia alone with (Y/N). But he quickly remembers that the first floor bathroom is close by, with high windows that will allow the conversation to reach his ears. He doesn't want to spy on them, but this is (Y/N)'s health, and he'll do whatever is necessary.

“I'll take a shower.” He tells her in a low voice, offering a small smile when she nods. Placing a kiss on her forehead, Keanu touches her belly gently, at the same time shooting a hard glance at Mrs. Davis. It's a warning, a reminder of what's at risk of she opens her mouth. Then, he leaves, heading to the bathroom after quickly grabbing some clothes, the low voices successfully making their way inside the bathroom.

You're bouncing your leg lightly, wondering how long Keanu will take. This woman is weird, she hasn't stopped asking about your husband, if he's taking good care of you. At first, you thought she was a fan, but now... There's anger in her eyes, like she's pissed off. Ten minutes into the conversation and you want Lucia to go already.

“Has he ever tried to... Force you?” She asks, leaning forward on the table, across from you.

“What do you mean?” Sighing, you play with a strand of hair, twisting it around your finger.

“Has Keanu tried to get intimate with you?” Lucia speaks faster now, grabbing your hand over the table. “Because that's not ok. Even if... Even if you're married–” She spits the last word as if it's something disgusting. “–you don't remember him, so he can't force you to do anything. Don't let him trick you into it.”

“Mrs. Davis, Keanu has been amazing.” You repeat, the conversation draining your strength. “He hasn't forced me into anything. I'm still sleeping in the guest room and so it'll be as long as I want. He's giving me all the space and time I'll need to get things together.” You really hope she can't see you blushing, because there's heat spreading through your face. You haven't thought about any on this yet, and you do hope it won't get into your head. “I assure you everything is great. He's taking good care of me.”

She sighs, shaking her head slightly. “If he ever does anything you're not comfortable with, you call me and I'll take you with me to Argentina.”

A laugh escapes your lips because you can't believe your ears. “I'm not going to leave my husband.” You tell her, crossing your arms over your chest. “I'm completely fine, you don't have to worry about me.” The headache that had just vanished is starting to come back, and you begin rubbing your temples.

“I'm just–”

“Headache?” Keanu speaks suddenly, startling you a little just before you're filled with relief.

“Yeah.” He knows you well. “I think I'll take another pill and get some rest.” Hoping Lucia will get the hint, you stand up, taking Keanu's hand.

“Mrs. Davis, I'm sorry, but I think you should go now. The doctor's said (Y/N) has to rest whenever the headaches get bad.” He says, and you nod, giving the woman a small smile and a wave before heading inside.

That was beyond awkward, and you don't think you'll want to meet with her anytime soon. Making your way to the bedroom, you sit on the bed, back resting on the headrest. It's terribly hot in here, and you jump back to your feet just to push the two windows open before going back to bed. You were expecting Keanu to come to check on you, but long fifteen minutes or so pass by before you listen to his heavy footsteps, and then it doesn't take much until he's opening your door. You're fanning yourself with your hands, the wind coming in not enough to push the heat away.

“I didn't like her.” It's the first thing you say. “And she doesn't like you one bit.”

“I noticed.” Keanu sits next to you, furrowing his eyebrows. “It's probably the age thing.”

“What age thing?” As you speak, you get irritated, pulling your hair off of your shoulders and pinning it above your head with both hands. “Damn it, why am I so hot?”

For some reason, it amuses Keanu, who smiles. “It's called a hot flash.” You were just about to snap at his smirk, but when he leans forward and blows on your neck, the fresh sensation makes you close your eyes and relax just a little bit.

“That's so good.” You mutter, closing your eyes. Then, an idea flashes through your head. “Oh! Go get some ice cubes.”

“Ice cubes?” He asks, quite uncertain.

“Yeah. I had an idea.” Playfully, you give his leg a light kick, smiling when he gives in and stands up.

A couple of minutes later your husband is back with a glass bowl full of ice. You're still fanning yourself and the moment he sits on the bed, you take two cubes, one in each hand, placing them on your neck. “Damn, this is good.” Giggling, you close your eyes to take in the cool sensation against your burning skin. “Help me out.” You ask him, eyes opening again to give him a look. “If you want of course.”

He hesitates a little, eyes lingering on you before he takes an ice cube too. “Where?”

“Uhm...” Thinking for a while, you sigh. “Here on my chest.” Pinching his eyebrows together, he hesitates again. “C'mon, I'm burning up.” With your hands slightly wet from the melting ice, you put the thin straps of your shirt down your shoulders a little. A smile comes to your lips when he finally gives in, softly brushing the cube on your skin, bellow the collarbones. “Thanks.” You mutter, feeling as the heat slowly starts to fade. “What was that you said before? The age thing?”

Keanu sighs, eyes on his current task as you run the cubes through your neck. “Some people are very judgmental about the age difference between us.” He starts, and you're sure he gets a little sad. “It got me thinking too, of course. You definitely should be with someone your age so–”

“Yeah, but here we are.” Deciding to cut him off, you stare at him even though he won't look at you. “I can't speak for myself before, but whoever I was, I married you. So it's probably everything you gotta know about it. And now...” Maybe you shouldn't say it, but you know it's true. And when his eyes meet yours, filled with doubt, and something you've never seen before, you know you have to say it. Keanu needs to know where you stand now because this is like a forced restart. “...I find it really hot.” Muttering, you feel a different kind of heat spreading through your body.

Keanu's lips break into a smile, and a soft giggle reaches your ears. You absolutely love the sound, it makes you want to kiss him. Wait, what? You knew that what Lucia said would somehow get into your head, but you never thought it would be that fast.

“You know what else is hot?” Keanu asks as you pull the ice cubes away, throwing them back in the bowl Keanu placed on the nightstand.

“What?” You inquire, wondering if there's a joke coming your way.

“This,” Keanu answers, tilting his chin slightly, pointing out at you. Now your burning again, cheeks red for sure, looking away from him.

“Don't tease the pregnant woman, Keanu.” You warn him, voice suddenly and unexpectedly weak. “Lucia also said that she'd take me to Argentina with her. As if.” You didn't want to bring her back into the conversation, but you're willing to talk about anything else, eager to calm yourself down and get rid of the thoughts of kissing Keanu.

“If you want to go, you know I won't stop you, right?” He puts the ice cube away, and you sigh, turning your attention back at him. “I'm sure she'd take good care of you.”

“I doubt that. She'd never rub ice cubs on me.” Taking his hand, you give it a little squeeze. “I'm happy, Ke. Living here with you is great. There's a lot to get used to and a lot of things to work on but... This is good. I feel good and safe with you around.”

The smile he has on it's amazing, beautiful. It's the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. “This makes me happy too.” He mutters, bringing his free hand to caress your cheek.

“So don't worry. As if I was going to leave the father of my child behind.” Changing to a joking tone, you place his hand on your belly. “I don't even speak Spanish.”

He giggles again, but soon enough Keanu gets all serious. “You have no idea how much it means to me that... That you're feeling fine. Happy...”

It's true that sometimes you even forget about the accident. It never lasts for more than a couple of minutes, but it means that you can move on from it. But you don't think the same happens with Keanu. You feel like the accident is everything he thinks about, and you hope that taking care of you isn't overwhelming to him. You wish there was something you could do to ease his burden.

“Ke, I... I really want us to work out. If I remember or if I don't, I want things to be completely, one hundred percent fine here.” Moving to sit on your legs, standing closer to him, you touch both his shoulders. “You worry too much. And I get it. My body is still recovering, and there's the baby too, but... I don't want it to become too much and... Ruin things.”

“You're not ruining anything, beautiful, I promise.” With his index finger under your chin, Keanu makes you look into his eyes. “I'm doing this because I love you. I worry because I love you. And nothing will change that. It's not too much, I can do this.”

“Alright, but... Share things with me, you know. Let me help as much as I can being... Well... Like this.” There's a lump in your throat, and you feel tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Hey, don't cry. Come here” Keanu gently pulls you into his arms, and you don't even try to fight it. You had planned this, you decided to fall for him again, but you didn't know your feelings would start to grow by themselves, without you having to force them. You want him, you want to be in his arms, so you don't think much before placing your legs over his, allowing him to hold you. This is everything you need right now, everything you want, to be held by him.

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Breakfast with the Moon - JJ Maybank

Summary: Based on Breakfast With the Moon by Powfu

Word count: 3,736 (this has to be my favorite thing I've ever written!) 

Warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, spiking a drink, stealing, his abusive father

She wants me, I know it, even tho' I'm broken. When she looks at me, I see that she's also hopeless.

You cuddled into JJ's chest, your fingers lightly tracing cursive letters on his chest in hope's to calm him down. He showed up at your front door after he had a horrible fight with his father. You could immediately tell from his eyes that he felt broken, but you were right by his side to help him slowly pick himself up piece by piece.

"Y/N?" You looked up at JJ, his index finger tracing your jawline. Without comprehending it, you leaned into his touch. His eyes looked into yours, as if he were reading your thoughts. "You know how important you are to me, right?" You nodded your head, "yeah." Your voice just above a whisper.

I notice her emotion flowin' out, her heart is open because she trust me (I think she loves me)

JJ shifted in his spot, forcing you to look at him. "Don't lie to me y/n/n." You sighed, already feeling the tear sting your eyes. You were never one to openly talk about your struggles, only knowing people pitied you after you told them. But it was different with JJ, he understood what you were going through.

He wasn't the kind to apologize, or say how you didn't deserve to go through that you were going through. He was the kind to give you advice on how to overcome these feelings. The type of person who wouldn't judge you after admitting things you've done. You trusted him with everything in you. 

I hold her close with passion, imagining what could happen. She acting like a bandage, she healing all my damage.

You sat on the couch with Kie, talking about how your days went before JJ stormed through the front door. You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy who bantly ignored his friends, marching into his room and slamming the door shut. 

Without hesitating, you got up from your spot, excusing yourself before walking in front of his door. You softly knocked, calling his name. When you got no response, you opened the door a crack to see his body face down, shaking as he cried into the bed. You quickly entered and shut the door after you, sitting next to his body.

He scooted forward, resting his head in your lap, hands squeezing your thighs as he cried. Your fingers combed their way through his hair, quietly humming a soft tune to calm him down. "I hate him. I fucking hate him." He sobbed into your lap, tears dropping onto your skin. "Hey, hey look at me." You mumbled.

JJ lifted his head up slightly, your heart ached at his red eyes. "You're almost there sweetie. Once you turn 18 you can move out of there and never have to see him again If you don't want to. I'll even help pay for you to move out. It kills me to see the pain he puts you through everyday. You're almost free, baby. You just have to keep fighting, okay?" Your words eased the hurt in his chest. 

You scooted down to be face to face with him. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close to him. "I'm right here. You're safe." You mumbled against his chest.

Yeah she's the one I've been waiting for to land on my planet. Unlike them other girls she got my back and she won't stab it.

JJ sat at a table at the wreck, checking the time on his phone every other minute. He had been waiting for his date to show up, only for her to never show. He waited there for 40 minutes before leaving the restaurant.

He showed up at your front door, his hands awkwardly in his pockets due to his embarrassment of being stood up. "Hey!" You welcomed him with a grin, inviting him inside the house. "How'd the date go?" You asked him as he sat himself down on your couch.

"It didn't." He pursued his lips together, your eyebrows furrowed together. "She never showed up." He bit his tongue, hating at the sound of him admitting it. Your mouth dropped open, immediately wanting to fight the girl who stood him up. 

You thought for a moment before grabbing your purse and car keys. You held your hand out for him to grab, earning a questioning look from him. "Come on," you nudge your head, "I'm taking you on a date." 

His heart skipped a beat at your words. He quickly held onto your hand as you led him to your car, making sure to open the passengers side door for him. It was times like this where JJ felt blessed to have you in his life. 

This is true love, no there's not a plot twist. Knowing what she's thinking, yes I'm friends with her conscience

You laid on your bed, curled up in a ball due to your cramps making your body ache with every move you made. Your bedroom door busted open, making you nearly fall off the bed. 

JJ marched to your bed with a McDonalds bag and soda in his hand. He sat himself down next to you, pulling a pill bottle from the bag. "I went to get you ibuprofen for your cramps but I figured you would want food as well. I got a 50 pack of mcnuggets with honey mustard sauce and a coke." You bite your bottom lip as you grinned carefully sitting up. "I love you JJ Maybank." You exhaled, grabbing everything out of his hands.

You scooted over, patting the spot next to you. JJ sat down with his legs crossed, his hand taking a nugget from the box. You threw your head back, taking the pill to help ease the pain. Resting your head on his shoulder, you shoved a chicken nugget into your mouth. "You always know what I'm thinking, Maybank. You're the best."

Clearing out my toxins every time we talkin'. Kiss me in the dark, middle of our movie watching.

"I swear it's like every time I go home it's like he puts a 500 pound rock on my chest." JJ exhaled, rubbing his eyes with his fist. "But that's why you're always welcomed here. I hate seeing you this stressed J." You mumbled into his chest. 

You two were hanging out in your room, lights off with Finding Nemo playing in the background. "Everytime I come here it's like a weight is lifted off my chest. I love talking to you because you understand me. You like, I don't know, you detox my mind."

You looked up at him, his eyes trained on yours. As if JJ had the power to read minds, he read yours and began to lean in. Your heartbeat picked up speed as his hand cupped the side of your face. Holding onto his wrist, you guided him towards you, your grip loosening as he kissed you.

You the best thing and everything a friend could be. You got my heart locked up, I could never leave.

You danced in the moonlight with Kie, your body swaying to the music that played near you two. The group decided to throw a Kegger, just because they all wanted to have fun. Kie got pulled away by some touron as a hand tapped your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw there was no one there. Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back around to see a brunette boy, eyeing your body down. "Y/N! Hey, I missed you!" JJ's familiar voice filled your ears. You turned around and got enveloped in a hug by the blonde. "The guy spiked your drink." He whispered in your ear. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You turned away from the stranger and walked hand in hand with JJ away from the party. You flung the liquid out of the cup, throwing the cup in the trash. He led you to an isolated, broken tree stump that you two sat on. 

"Thank you for warning me." You mumbled, looking at the moonlight that reflected off the waves. "Of course. You're my girl, I gotta protect you."

Staying up late at night when we textin'. My plate's full, but time with you I'll keep on spending.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of your phone going off. Picking it up, your eyes squinted as you grinned to see JJ texted you a tweet he saw. 

Clicking the tweet, you nearly laughed as you read it in your mind. 'Craving a hug is worse than craving sex because you can masturbate but you can't hug yourself and that's some real shit lmao.'

'Is that your way of telling me you need a hug?' You texted him, checking to see the time was 4:31 a.m. He immediately read your message, three dots appearing on your screen. 'Maybe… I have ice cream for you if you do.' You threw your sheets off of your body, not caring you were wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

'On my way hoe.' You texted back before sliding on your flip flops and sneaking out your window to your car. Speeding off to JJ's house, you parked down the block before walking to his backyard.

You knocked on his window before pulling the screen up and crawling in. JJ stood in the center of his room with a wide grin on his face, a tub of ben and Jerry's in one hand and two spoons in the other.

He put both items down as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the floor and spinning you around. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his arms adjusted themselves. He walked over to his bed, sitting against the headboard. You remained in his lap, your legs on both sides of his lap. Your hands entangled themselves in his hair, his hand on the arch of your back. 

You were about to pull away before his grip tightened. "Not yet. I don't wanna let go just yet." He mumbled.

I hate it when you're not with me. 'Cause it feels like something's missing.

You had left the Outer Banks for a trip to visit a college out of state. You knew you weren't going to a college outside of your home, you just went to please your parents.

You were gone for a week. However to JJ that felt like a whole month and he was aching for you to come back. The entire week he has never felt more stressed. He felt like something big was missing out of his days. He wanted to call you, but he feared he would bother you. 

Without telling him you were home, you called his number. It rang 3 times before he picked up. "Y/N! You're alive!" His voices yelled from the other side of the line. "Yes I'm alive and on my way to your house."

"Oh-shit!" JJ yelled before you heard a loud thumping sound. "You fell off your bed didn't you?" You asked him, driving down the streets. His dad's car was thankfully gone, allowing you to pull in. Quickly exiting your car, you slammed your door shut.

Walking into his house, he nearly tackled you to the floor in a hug. "Wow, hi!" You laughed as he hugged you, rocking your bodies side to side. "That felt like the longest week of my life."

I'ma show you everything and everything I hide behind. Tell you my whole story, I can take you back to '99.

JJ was currently asleep at your side, your legs intertwined. He asked if he could sleep over after his dad threw a fit after taking drugs. 

Your eyes never left his face as you remembered the first time JJ opened up to you about his abusive father. It was one night, 3 years ago. He showed up on your doorstep in the pouring rain, a fresh bruise on his face and a cut lip.

He tried to say he got caught up in a fight with a Kook, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that it wasn't the truth. You didn't beg him to tell you, you knew he had his own life and you didn't want to pry. He loved that about you and knew it was time to tell you everything.

From how his mom left when he was young, then how his father became a drug addict and alcoholic. He brought up the first time he had been beaten, he was only 11 which broke your heart. He told you that acting like he was fine and just got into it with a Kook was easier than explaining about his dad. 

Loving you's a sequence, keeps my heart beating. I'ma keep you warm even if it means I'm freezing.

You and JJ went to the movie theater, celebrating your birthday together. He had managed to sneak you two into the Kook cinema that had working air conditioning and reclining seats. 

He took you out to see a new movie, knowing that would make you happy. You told him you were gonna pay for food, but he stopped you before you could go up to the register. "I got it." Was all he said before taking your hand and leading you to the right room.

He took you to the back row knowing that was your favorite spot. He shifted in his seat, pulling bags of snacks out of the hem of his pants and anywhere else he could hide it. You giggled to yourself quietly, your mouth dropping as he pulled a hoagie out of his pant leg. 

"Shut the fuck up." You whispered, high fiving him as he set out the food. You pulled up the arm rest that sat between you two, scooting closer to him.

His arm immediately found its place around your shoulder, pulling you close as he ate half of the hoagie.

Your body shivered as you pulled JJ closer to you. He looked down at you, "are you cold?" "A little but it's-" before you could finish your sentence, he was already taking his sweatshirt off and handing it to you. "Aren't you gonna be cold?" He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't care. That just means you'll have to be the one who gives the cuddles." You laughed quietly, slipping his sweatshirt on before opening your arms towards him.

He leaned down, resting his head on your chest as he laid down. His arms slid around your waist, his eyes fluttering shut as you kissed his forehead. 

Used to act reckless, then I met you. We both eatin' breakfast underneath the moon.

Kiara had told you this story countless times, she would tell you the story of how JJ used to steal from stores, used to sleep with girls all the time, used weed and alcohol as a coping mechanism, but everything stopped as soon as you stepped into the picture.

You didn't know he was doing those things until he admitted it to you the same night he opened up about his father. He wanted you to know how much of a positive impact you've made on him, and he appreciates you so much. 

It all changed one night after you and JJ had spent the night at John B's. JJ was in the kitchen making pancakes at 3 in the morning. You hadn't gotten any sleep, so you got out of bed and sat yourself down on the counter. "Morning sunshine." He grinned at you, flipping the pancake in the air to catch it in the pan again. "Morning handsome. What's with the breakfast foods?" You asked, eyeing the raw batter.

"I got hungry!" He said, pouring yet another spoonful of batter onto the pan. "I mean… are you gonna need help eating those?" You shyly pointed to the stack of pancakes. "I made them just for you." He winked. He gathered the whip cream from the fridge and the syrup from the cabinet as the final one was cooking. An idea popped into your head. "I'll be right back!" You called out to him.

You went into the closet and pulled out the old Christmas lights from a box. You grabbed two pillows and a large blanket as well. You walked outside and set up the lights along the trees, turning them on to see the beautiful colored bulbs light up. You put the pillows on one of the hammocks, laying the blanket to the side.

You dragged a wooden table put from one of the corners of the backyard to the front of the hammock where the food could go. You scattered back inside and stopped him before he could go into the backyard. "Stop! Give me the food and stay right here." He hesitated before passing you everything you needed to complete the surprise. 

Placing everything in its spot, you ran back inside, "okay I need you to trust me." You said before covering his eyes with your hands. You led him out the backyard and right towards the hammock. "And here!" You smiled, uncovering his eyes. He stood there in awe as he looked up to the lights and the cute decorations. 

"How did you do this in the span of 3 minutes?" He asked, sitting down in the hammock, passing you a plate stacked with pancakes from the table. "I have my ways." You winked. JJ looked up from his spot, looking at the full moon that hovered above them. "Here's to eating breakfast underneath the moon." He raised his fork that had a chunk of pancake on it. You raised your, clinking the metal. "To eating breakfast underneath the moon."

People think we crazy from the stupid things we do. I love it when you're weird, 'cause I know I'm weird too. 

You leaned back in your chair at the Wreck, Kie and Pope sitting at your sides, JJ and John be in front of you. "Kie, your father is a blessing." You complimented her father after he gave the group free food. The restaurant was empty since it was 10 p.m. only leaving the group and Kie's father. You stood up from your seat, collecting the plates and any garbage from their seats, helping clean up.

JJ got up from his spot, lifting his shirt up past his abs. "I have approximately 5 food babies in my stomach." Your cheeks flushed pink as you quickly looked away. "Y/N! Come here." You walked over to him, he watched as you, waiting for you to mimic him. You jokingly rolled your eyes before lifting your shirt up past your stomach. He reached his stomach forward to touch yours. "Our food babies will now become one." You said, ignoring the weird looks from your friends.

"What?" JJ asked, rolling his shirt back down. "You guys are fucking weird." Pope laughed. "You're just jealous you're not having a food baby with us." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, placing your hands on JJ's stomach. "We should get maternity pictures like this." JJ stood behind you with his hands on your stomach, his fingers forming a heart. 

Yeah, that's just how we live, acting like some kids. Running with the bugs through the grass in the mist. 

"Y/N I know we told John B we would go help him with the boat but can we PLEASE stop at this playground. There are no kids and it's been like 20 years since I've been on a playground." You chuckled at him, "JJ, first off you're 16, and yeah yeah I'm going!"

You parked in the lot, JJ jumping out of the car before you even stopped. You easily hopped out of the car, JJ grabbing your hand as you ran through the grass. The night before it thunder stormed, and it was 90° that day, causing a light miss to fill the air. You laughed loudly with him, finding your ways to the swingset. You sat on the swing as JJ stood behind and pushed you to get started.

You two had a bet on who could jump farther once you both had reached a high enough swing. "Ready? One, two, three!" You two jumped off the swing at the same time JJ landed just a few inches farther than you. "Ughhhhhh." You groaned, immediately stopping.

"There's a ladybug on your chest." You laughed, pointing to the small red insect. JJ carefully placed his hand near it, watching the delicate bug crawl onto his finger tips. You two watched it crawl on his hand before another one landed on your arm. You held your arm up to JJ's hand, the lady bugs getting together before flying off his hand. "That was the cutest thing ever."

Girl I'll give you everything, that's my final offer. I can be your knight, protect you from the monsters.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a ding coming from your phone. You opened the message to see it was from JJ.

Hi Y/N!!!! I'm not gonna lie, I'm extremely high right now, but I just wanted to get this off my chest because I've been wanting to say it FOREVER! I really fucking like you. I've liked you since the day I first met you and God, everyday with you is adventure within itself. you are my rock and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. You have been by my side through so much and given me memories I'll never forget. I want to call you my girlfriend. I want to be able to show you off and call you my girl. I wanna give you everything I can. I'll be like, like your knight in shining armor. I'll protect you from bad guys and I'll kiss you whenever you want attention. I just want to be with you because I hate it when you're not with me. it just feels like something's missing and I hate it. Let me call you mine and I'll never say goodbye. 

You beamed brightly as your eyes skimmed his text. Your thumb hovered over his contact before calling him. "JJ? Hey listen, I'm all yours." 

[jaefmin]

Treat you better | N.Jm

Treat you better - Na Jaemin

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

Header made by: @vantaengelic Go follow my baby rn!!

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

Ajdjksj- why dId I mAkE tHe syNoPsIs sO cLIcHé

@intokook 🙃🙃

As soon as you're about to pass out from exhaustion, someone knocks at your room's door. Not now. Please. You're barely left with the energy to open your eyes. Your eyelids feel heavy, but soon lift up wide awake when the person enters your room. Those usual creaky sounds of the doors reach your ears only to make you quiver, and, you're blessed with a sight of a pale faced man, hair neatly arranged on his face with a worried expression. Your eyes fall on the man's outfit, a pair of cargos, with a black shirt covering his torso. His facial features seem pleasuring- beautiful orbs with round specs, muscular hands, and beautiful tattoos on them. You immediately recognize the man by his tattoos, and he seems to recognize you too. His appearance disgusts you now that you've realized him. But it's too late to analyze and hate the man in front of you more deeply. Before knowing anything more, you fall asleep.

You feel a hard splash on your face, and in seconds, and you're wide awake. A chill runs down your spine and you begged for the person to have thrown warm water on you. Your eyes witness a standing Jaemin, with a mug of water in his hands. His tattoos attract your eyes towards them, and you can't help but stare at them. "So this is how long it takes to wake you up? I've been shaking you for the past half hour and you are like some big old chimpanzee that doesn't feel anything when an ant's trying to move it." Jaemin baffles. "Hey!" You stammer "Anyways, why are you here?" You ask back. It was oddly strange of Jaemin to be here. "Some man called Jaehyun sent me here. I'm originally taking care of old sick people in an old-age home, but Jaehyun told me about your situation. Trust me, I didn't expect it to be you." Jaemin explained in a high tone. He paused a bit after a comeback again. "And If your condition's hell, then didn't you think of paying the doctor a visit?" His tone seemed like he was sick because of you, and he was criticizing you for even breathing. "That's not how you talk to a sick person." You stood up in your defense "Yeah yeah. 'Sweetie, would you like to visit the doctor? 'Cause I really think we should go there.'" Jaemin mocked you, and you could really see the same young, frustrated Jaemin in him. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Jaemin made sure you were seated properly in the car. He drove the seatbelt around you and continued to the driver's seat. He turned on the heater, and asked "So, what's wrong? When did you get your fever?" His tone seemed to have calmed a little bit. "Yesterday night. I had a headache, the night was full of surprises every hour." You replied to him in a voice low pitched. "Don't worry we'll get you all fine. And Jaehyun told me that you had a really important meeting... Or something like that? Would you like to tell me more about it?" Jaemin asked. "Oh yeah, there's a personal meet my boss wants to host with me. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have exaggerated it, only if it wasn't in Vegas." You ended with a sad tone, knowing that you'll never make it in there. And losing your job... for another season of hunger games until you get the next one. You sighed. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take you there." Jaemin boldly let out.

"No need to worry Y/N. You're absolutely fine. It's just a viral. All those bacteria are kinda fighting inside your tummy, and you've gotta let the good one win and then bam! Y/N's all back!" Jaemin exclaimed. "Which one's the good one?" You ask him only to have been receiving a weird reply from him. At first, he stammered a bit, and then let out. "Not like you're gonna go and dance with pom-poms inside your tummy to cheer them up. Do you even know how much Jaehyun exaggerated it?" He immediately changed the subject. He kept on talking, and indistinct sounds entered in your ears as you were in your own world, lost, thinking something. Although a smile did appear on your face upon hearing Jaehyun's name, and how he'd taken care of you. He was the best colleague ever, and you had your own little crush on him.

"J-Jaemin?"

"Yes?"

"I really need to clean up my bedroom. You've witnessed how soiled it is. Would you mind doing that for me?"

"While you will...?"

"...Watch the telly?"

......

"Alright, JUST because you're sick. Keep in mind I don't really be so kind to people like you. I hate those years when you're in your twenties. A big judgmental couch potato stuck to your screen."

"Well, you are in your twenties?" You replied after calculating a bit. "Not for long." Jaemin replied. "A decade passes like this." He snapped his fingers to indicate how the years pass, and you seemed to be fascinated with his answers. You knew the old Jaemin, the one that used to bully you in high school, but this one seems interesting. Feels like he's gotten over the series of unfortunate events that you both went across. His aura was different. The kind that would make you jump into his personality's fathomless ocean, and plunge into it. Somehow, he made you feel like he had changed a bit, but at the same time likewise the old Jaemin. The days you spent together, the fights both of you had, all those memories kept haunting you. You never forgot what he meant to you. "Earth to Y/N?" Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back at the tattooed man. "I'm not going to clean up your room." "What?!?! Why?!?" You stood and stared at the air, thinking what happened to your voice. It got harder, huskier, a sense of cough in it. Before you knew it, you were coughing your lungs out like crazy, and that just made Jaemin panic. He started going around in circles, and you immediately asked him to bring water because you knew he wasn't going to do that on his own. "Alright, shh calm down. Relax. Here's your pill. Have it and take rest." Jaemin shortly laid you on the bed after that. His face was on top of yours, and he was about to get your medicines to you, when you felt it coming. You were about to cough. You were trying your best to control it, but Jaemin wouldn't stop lecturing you on relaxing.

Bam.

"UGH!! GROSS Y/N!!!!!!" Jaemin's face was a masterpiece from down where you were looking from. After a couple- err well a lot of 'ewws', 'ughs', 'you're so damn gross' , 'who would want to even take care of you', he finally calmed down.

"What kind of person coughs on the face of their own caretakers?" Jaemin asked after wiping his face for the tenth time. "Face-cougher." You were all giggly and jolly before hearing that name. "Excuse me?" You said. "What's wrong, Face-cougher?" You did not like the new nickname. "You did not call me that." "Yes I just did, face-cougher." Jaemin replies and you are not staying quiet in this. "Y/N is a face-cougher!! Face-cougher!!" Jaemin started teasing and that's all you were taking.

Another bam.

And it isn't good this time too.

This time, you landed right on Jaemin. He put the couch cushions for his defense, but the anger inside you told you to throw the cushion and throttle him right away. And you decided to do that. Of course, not the whole 'throttling' part. He was quick enough to find another good defense. This one was a vessel, the one he decided to cook pasta for you in, but that never progressed further more than deciding. So, physically preparing yourself, you grabbed the spatula and dashed towards Jeno. A thought tingled inside you and you tried to push it away, but it forced you to look at it.

You're sick, Y/N.

You almost forgot about that. Your body was filled with a wave of energy to fight back. This thought didn't last too long, and not before you're outta the dreamy world and back at Jaemin. You were right above him right now. Jaemin immediately used his defense, the closed side facing towards you. You hit the vessel making a loud noise, and it sort of felt that you were getting your panic attack again. It hadn't been a long time since you knew that your spatula wouldn't last against his vessel and now you didn't even have the time to go and change again. He took the advantage of your a-bit-too-late-realization and pounced over you. "Damn it! Is this how girls are when they're sick?!?! Oh pity those male doctors!!" It was kinda weird to hear these things from a guy's mouth, but you knew what an anti-girl person Jaemin was. It reminded you of your colleague Jungkook, who had the same behavior towards girls. Jaemin's arm slipped over, and he landed right on you. There was a worried expression on his face, to get close to you again, a fear of whether you might 'bam' him or not again. He immediately held you for support, but your body was doing nothing other than feeling weak- no mood to stay strong, so you got pulled away with Jaemin. He landed on ground with his back facing it, and had you in a such a position that his body was pressed against yours. Jaemin's face was centimeters apart from yours, and it reminded you of this days when he used to hold you this close. You both stayed still in the moment, processing what just happened. He waited a while, before he stretched out his hand to cup your face. He stroked your skin with his soft hands, a feeling of shiver running down your spine. "Everything's still the same, Y/N." Jaemin muttered. "I'll be here."

"Alright, have this, you'll be fine within half an hour." Jaemin gave you a huge tablet. "Are you sure?" You asked, nervousness filling you up. "Yes, the doctor's prescribed it.'' After having the medicine, you had a nice sleep while He cleaned up your room, and you woke up around six. "Morning, sleeping beauty." Jaemin's voice was heard across the room. Its like he knew that you were going to wake up right at this moment. Freaky how he does that.

Does he have to get back the flirting mode on? You rub your eyes, and try to get up, but due to the weakness inside, you fall back. Jaemin immediately notices and rushes towards you. "Does the medicine make you feel any better?" He asks, a caring tone occupying his voice. He puts his hand under your waist and tries to get you up, the bridal style. "What are you doing!? Move!" You shove his hand away, a stiffness taking shield over your body. "What? I was helping you get up." You saw the innocence in his voice and calmed down a bit. "It's alright, I can handle that."

He gives you a perplexed look and turns to the soft toy in his hand. "Alright, but I must admit, you have a great soft toy collection." Jaemin faces you again, this time with puppy eyes.

"NO. You're not going anywhere with Dolphie. Keep it back."

He turns towards the shelf while mumbling something to himself.

...

"HEY! I'M NOT A MEANIE!"

Jaemin left the dolphin on the shelf and your eyes were forced to shift their gaze towards the whole room. It was way cleaner than you could ever keep it. Everything was finally clean, not dust-coated as it used to stay. Your study table attracted your attention- looking brand new, as if it were just made yesterday. Jaemin must have some experience of helping old age people with their stuff back at his old house. "Wow. It's... pretty." You complimented his efforts. He smiles to you and lays over your bed. "You have pretty great stuff."

"I liked your journal the best."

You felt like throwing yourself outside the window. Or, it might be great to take him in too so he doesn't go around telling everybody about your crushes. "Literally, Y/N," You weren't prepared for what's next. What's he going to reveal? The time you crushed on your math teacher? Or when you imagined a boy naked? But what came out was way worse than all of the book.

"You had a wet dream with me?"

Oh no. Out of all of it this one was what he asked? The tension on your face rose up, blood rushing up to your cheeks. He looked at you and smirked. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I've read all of it." You couldn't handle a second before you smashed a pillow right at him. He took it by surprise, and actually got hit by the pillows. "Do girls hit people when they're shy?"

Crackhead.

A thought rose up in your mind. "Yes. They do. And if you get them too shy they might even stab you." Jaemin mocked a scared look on his face and then went, "Heh. You and your stupid girl jokes." You quickly needed something against him... a secret, maybe. You try to recall something embarrassing that he told you, and it strikes faster than you thought.

"I think you might die."

Jaemin's face was left expressionless, "Oh, all because I read your journal and now you're gonna stab me?"

"Close, but not exact."

Before you could tell him the exact reason why he might die, he pulls out a pink book, and turns out, it's nothing but your journal.

"Y/N-" Before any word could come out of that beautiful mouth of this crackhead, you reach out to grab the book from his hands. It seems like he doesn't even want to try, and you have the book in your hands within a flash.

You keep the book with you, hugging it as tight as possible, so that even if he tries to make a grab at it, he would fail. He lays down on your bed, the body-fit shirt hugging him tight. It seemed like his mood had completely changed. He chuckles, "You're still the same, you know? Nothing has changed." He held out your hand. Was he trying to change the topic?

You try to indulge into the conversation, asking "How? Everything has changed over the last decade."

Jaemin had changed completely, and that fact made you think that he would feel the same towards you. You saw a sense of maturity, more of responsibility in him. Ever since both of you separated, it had been hard to move on, every day and night spent in grief. But as usual, life strung the both of you along with it, and you both followed. You suddenly had flashbacks, that night in the club, the pool party... you immediately shook your head, wanting to forget all of the embarrassing moments of your life.

"Y/N, You know that the meeting's tomorrow, right?" Jaemin's face grew serious. "Do you have any idea how you're going to manage?" There was a tone of worriedness in his words. "C'mon! I almost became your wrestle buddy! I can handle it!! I'll just gulp down some of my medicines, and I'll be okay." Your conditions were streets ahead after you got some sleep. Everything felt finer, specially when you woke up to the perfect sight of the room you never had. You played with Jaemin's fingers and then reached out for his arms. You assured him, "Everything's going to be fine, only if I can control myself for puking on you." Not being able to control yourself, you giggled at Jaemin's widened eyes.

"I'm going to wear plastic on me then." You burst out into fits of laughter, "Like JYP?" Jaemin smiled upon you, "Yes."

After all of this, you were sure the trip would be fun, and you probably won't upload the next season of hunger games.

[valeriethepussycats]

Inside Out

Chapter 8

Pairing- Loki x Reader

Warning-cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.Flashbacks are in bold.

Back on Earth, Darcy and Ian go to free Erik from the mental institution.

Desk Officer: “You'll have to sign for your father's belongings, Mr. Selvig.” The Desk Officer told.

The Ian looks distracted and Darcy nudges him to bring him to attention. “What? Oh, yeah. My father, Dr. Erik Selvig.” Ian goes to sign the form.

“One; a man's leather wallet, brown. One key ring with three keys. Prescription medicine.” Desk Officer said as he places the, wallet, key ring with the keys and a plastic bag containing medicine bottles on the counter. “Various.”

The officer then bends to pick up another item from behind the counter, at the same time Darcy notices Erik being escorted towards them. “Erik.”

“And...” The officer places Erik's gadgets on the counter. “These.”

“Yeah, those. Thank goodness.” Ian proclaimed.

As Erik comes towards Darcy. “Erik.”

“Yes?”

“It's uh...Darcy.”

“Darcy.” Darcy holds up her hands and smiles, Erik then hugs her. “It's so good to see you.”

“Uh...I missed you too.” Darcy looks awkward as Erik continues to hold her tightly.

“How did you find me?” Erik asked.

“You were naked on TV.” Ian answered.

“Okay, time to go. Lots to do.” Darcy said with a tight smile.

Erik continues to hold her. “Getting weird now.” As they walk down the corridor of the mental institution with Ian holding Erik's gadgets. “I should not be left in charge of stuff like this, I don't get paid enough. I don't get paid period.” Erik takes his bag of medicine from Ian.

“I'm uh...Ian by the way. Uh..Darcy's intern. I don't get paid either.” Ian watches as Erik takes out a bottle of pills. “Are you alright?”

“I have had a God in my brain. I don't recommend it.” As they step out of the building suddenly the gadget in Ian arms starts to beep.

“Dr. Selvig, your gear is beeping at me.” Ian announced.

“It's happening, sooner than I calculated.” Erik answered.

“Wait, what's happening?” Darcy said. They look up to see flock of birds flying above them. “Birds? Birds are happening?”

“They're starlings, it's called a murmuration. My dad used to take me bird watching as a kid.” Ian explained.

“Erik?” Darcy called out.

“Look.” Erik said.

Suddenly the birds all fly in the same direction and they all suddenly disappear.

“Where did they go?” Darcy wondered.

Suddenly all the birds appear behind, them flying away frantically making Darcy screams in terror. “What the hell was that?! “ Darcy exclaimed. She then looks over at Erik and se him smiling.

“Why are you smiling?”

“There's nothing more reassuring than realizing that the world is crazier than you are.” Erik disclosed as he walks ahead and throws his bag of medicine into the garbage bin nearby. “Take me to Jane's lab!”

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On Svartalfheim, as they continue flying on their ship suddenly Jane's eyes open, it's clear that the Aether has taken her over, she rises and looks ahead.

“Jane.” Thor called out.

“Malekith.” After landing their ship, they walk over to watch Malekith and his men in the distance.

“Alright, are you ready?” Thor asked and Jane nods her head. Then he looks a Y/n.

“Maximum effort.” Y/n said and Thor smiles. “Loki....”

“I’m ready.” Loki answered. They rise from their hiding spot and Malekith spots them standing on a hill in the distance. “You know this plan of yours is going to get us killed.”

“Yeah, possibly.”

Loki holds up his shackled hands for Thor to uncuff him. “You still don't trust me, brother?”

“Would you?” Thor takes off Loki's cuffs.

“No, I wouldn't.” Suddenly Loki takes out a dagger stabs Thor and throws him down the hill.

“Thor! No!” Jean cried.

Malekith sees this and starts walking towards them. After stabbing Thor and throwing him down the hill, Loki walks over to Thor.

“You really think I cared about Frigga, about any of you?” he kicks Thor in the stomach. “All I ever wanted was you and Odin dead at my feet!”

Thor raises his hand, attempting to summon Mjolnir, but Loki cuts off his hand making Thor scream out in pain, Jane rushes over to Thor but Y/n grabs her and twisted her arm behind her back. Y/n turns Jane to face Malekith and his dark elves. Before Loki can speak Y/n cuts him off.

“I don’t think we’ve met I’m Y/n Queen of Jotunheim and this is Loki King of Jotunheim and we’ve brought you a gift. “ Y/n said dropping Jane at Malekith's feet.

“I seek vengeance upon Asgard for imprison my husband.”

“All we ask only one thing in return, a good seat from which to watch Asgard burn.”

“He is an enemy of Asgard, he was locked in a cell.” Algrim said. Malekith walks over to Thor squirming in pain on the ground.

“Look at me.” Malekith uses his foot to turn Thor, he then lifts Jane in the air and extracts the Aether from her, in that moment Jane has a vision of Earth, then as the Aether leaves her body Jane falls to the ground.

“Loki, now!” Thor shouted.

Loki uses his diversion tactics and we see that he had never amputated Thor's hand, Thor quickly summons Mjolnir and shoots lightning at the Aether while Y/n puts a Force field around it in a attempting to destroy it ,but they fails. As the Aether start to reform it whispers into Y/n’s mind.

“The Aether grants its wielder absolute control over reality itself.” Gambit’ voice whispered.

“Reality?” Y/n said out loud.

“You could create a Reality just for you and Loki.”

“Just me and Loki.”

“Just you and Loki.” Gambit repeated. “Just open your mind to me.” Gambit said holding out his hand out

Y/n grab Gambit’s hand and everything turns black. Then Y/n opens her eye and she’s back on Asgard in her room.

In the outside world Loki notice that Y/n is walking towards Malekith.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Loki shouted.

“The Aether speaks to her....it wants her. Come now Dark one with your powers we can control the universe together.” Malekith said holding out his hand.

“Control the universe....control reality.” Y/n murmured.

Y/n walks up to the Aether and it stars to move towards her and Malekith.

Y/n, wake up

“Loki, get Y/n out of there NOW!” Thor shouted.

Just as Loki used his illusion powers to move Y/n a some of the Aether touches her.

“Find her and bring her aboard the ship.” Malekith ordered.

Malekith absorb Aether and turns to leave on his ship. Two of the dark elves runs towards Y/n to take her but Thor quickly takes them down, Algrim then throws one of his vortex weapons in the air, Loki pushes Jane away and he is nearly sucked in when Thor pulls him out, Thor then attacks Algrim but he beats Thor down, Loki goes over to them and impales Algrim from behind, Algrim slowly turns and suddenly pulls Loki into the blade that is sticking out from him. Y/n slowly starts to feel pain in her chest.

“No!”

Algrim takes a step towards Loki. “See you in hell, monster!”

Algrim then realizes that attached to the blade in him is his own vortex weapon, it explodes before he can do anything destroying him.

Thor then rushes over to Loki. “No. No, no, no! Oh, you fool, you didn't listen!”

“I know. I'm a fool. I'm a fool!” Loki squirms in pain then look over at Y/n. “Don’t tell Y/n.....if you tell her she might....destroy the world I’ve....seen it”

“Stay with me, okay? If you cannot do it for me did of Y/n. ” Thor pleaded.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Tell Y/n I’m sorry and I love her.”

“Shh.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.” Thor nods his head. “It's alright. I'll tell father what you did here today.”

“I didn't do it for him.” Loki closes his eyes and as he dies his skin turns to it's blue Frost Giant form.

Thor cries out in anguish. “No!” Thor looks at Jane as he weeps for Loki.

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After Loki's death, Thor carried an unconscious Y/n to a cave as Jane followed. Thor looks up at the sky and see a storm approaching. Thor places Y/n up against a rock.

“Is Y/n going to be ok?” Jane asked.

“I don’t know.....do you think it’s inside her.” Thor said with a worrisome look.

“I hope not.” Jane answered. “Just to b safe I want to run some test.”

Thor knees down to check Y/n as Jane Face back-and-forth. “He’s gonna unleash it, not just on Asgard or on a star, Malekith is gonna destroy everything.”

“How? Jane, how?” Thor asked.

“I saw him on Earth. Why would he go to Earth?”

“The Convergence.”

“Oh, God. None of this would have happened if I hadn't found the Aether.”

“Then Malekith would have only possessed it that much sooner.” Thor said standing up and walking over to Jane.

“I only found it because I was looking for you.” Jane replied.

“Jane.” Thor places his hand on her face.

“Now we're trapped here. Y/n could be hurt.” Suddenly they hear music playing, Jane and Thor look at each other in confusion.

“It's not me.”

Jane realizes it's her cell phone, she takes it out of her pocket and answers it. “Hello?”

“Hi, Jane, it's Richard.”

“Richard?! Where are you?” Jane wondered.

“I'm still in the office. It's...It's been a crazy day here today.” Richard answered.

Jane puts him on speaker and holds up her phone. “Oh, my God! This is amazing.”

“Is it? I quite enjoyed our lunch despite never actually ordering anything.” Richard said with a smile.

“How am I getting service here?” Jane mumbled.

“Is this a bad time? Do you want me to try you there?” Richard asked.

“No, no, no, no! Please, whatever you do, do not hang up the phone.” Jane replied.

“Okay then. I was just wondering if you want to try again? Uh...maybe dinner next time.”

“Uh...yeah, yeah, yeah. Um...just stay on the phone, okay?”

“Yeah, I will.”

Jane looks down and notices can and keys that were thrown through from the abandoned factory.

[beetlebumxo]

Paris

Pairing: Damon Albarn (90s) x Reader

Word Count: 1,718

Warnings: some angst, arguing, language, fluff

A/N: An imagine of what took place behind the scenes at the MTV Europe Music Awards held in France, 1995.

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Our flight had already been delayed arriving into Orly, we had to make up for lost time. Damon had really messed up his foot on a piece of glass at the Belfast show a couple of days back, he was in no shape to be running through the airport with me.

 "Do you think you can make it from the gate to the pick up area of the airport?" I asked as I grabbed my carry on bag and helped Damon navigate his way off the plane back into the airport terminal. "Eh, I'll do my best, love." He smiled softly. 

I felt awful that his foot pained him so much; I really wished we could take it easy, I wanted to take care of him and make him feel better. But we still had to get back to the hotel, change and make it to the venue on time. The band was set to take the stage in a few hours. Damon made it from the gate to the front, I picked up our luggage. Luckily management arranged for a limo to meet us.   

"Cet endroit est fantastique!" Damon said eyeing the hotel up and down.  He had been studying French for over a year now. I had to admit he was pretty good at it! I also had to admit he sounded so incredibly sexy when he spoke it. I had to keep myself in check whenever that beautiful language escaped his lips; this definitely was not the time to act on any impulses. I checked us in while Damon sat on a couch in the lobby area. The hotel was absolutely gorgeous, lined with chandeliers, fountains and such lovely views of the city. After checking in, we made our way to the room, changed and had just enough time to meet our next limo to take us to the venue. As we settled in the car, this was the first time I had a moment to take in what was happening. I just realized this was my first MTV Awards show with Damon.

"Damon, this is so exciting, isn't it? I mean MTV and all?" I gushed. 

"Yeah, it's going to really be something else." Damon responded in a mellow voice.

"You're performing! Plus, you're up for an award! It's going to be amazing!! But.. oh, will you be ok with your foot?" I asked.

"I'm pretty excited. Yeah, m'foot should be fine.. I'll just take a pill before heading out" he replied.

The venue was a site to be seen. Famous musicians with models on their arms; flashbulbs going off everywhere. Damon and I snuck in through a side entrance, neither one of us were really interested in the celebrity right now. We checked in with security and were whisked away to Blur's dressing room. We met up with Alex, Graham and Dave. As soon as Damon sat down, the phone rang.

"'ello… yea… that's me" Damon began. "Wait.. but.. wait.. why? Oh that's ridiculous…. You're not fucking serious right?"  Damon huffed and slammed the phone down. He quickly brought his hand up and began rubbing his face.

"Apparently.. those Gallagher twats are getting that award tonight, ya know? There was some 'miscommunication'.." he said in a mocking voice while making airquotes. ".. for fucks sake.. we're better than they are." Damon continued. He was now clearly agitated.

"Well, that's bloody grand, isn't it?" Alex replied while noodling on his bass. Graham sat holding his guitar,  "...tossers.. why are we even going out there, then?".  Dave just rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked as Damon tore through the duffle bag he had just come across.

"Damon.."

"What?" He replied with a bit of an attitude.

"Just.. be careful.. don't.." he stared at me. "Don't be stupid, you know what will happen if you mix... those" I motioned to the pill bottle and beer he now had in his grasp.

"Oh, fuck off!" he replied. He popped a good amount of painkillers, and held the green tinted bottle to his lips. He stared at me, while taking a long drink. Graham's mouth dropped open. Alex sucked in his lip, which turned into a slight smirk. Just then, the boys were given the word to go onstage.

I was not having any of Damon's shit today, not after all it took to get us here. "Are you fucking serious??" I yelled, throwing my hands up. "Fine. But don't you dare bitch at me if your performance is absolute shite!!" I was livid.

Damon turned and stormed off towards the stage. Alex just looked at me and shrugged, as he followed behind Damon.

To be honest, the performance wasn't a complete disaster. I was more upset with Damon's attitude and reckless behavior. He was able to hold the notes just fine, as he hid his less-than-sober self very well at times. However, it was quite clear he was under the influence as he swayed, smiled to himself, and finally, fell to the floor. I watched from behind the monitors, just shaking my head. "Fucking idiot!" I mumbled.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. I didn't say much. The mixture of alcohol and opioids had rendered Damon quite useless. He rested his head against the car window. I watched as his muscles softened; The stress and tension faded from his delicate face as his breaths became slower and more uniform. Sleep had taken over his weary body.

I looked over at my lover who had nodded off next to me and felt a tinge of pain in my stomach. Why did he have to act that way sometimes? I knew he was under a lot of stress lately between demands from the record company, touring and now this never ending battle with Oasis. I sighed and watched the streetlights dance across Damon's beautiful features. He already had a few breakdowns before. I would stay up almost all night holding him in my arms, trying to reassure him. I think sometimes he needed me to be his girlfriend, and other times he needed me to be his mother. It was a difficult task, but, I wouldn't have traded it for anything. Damon could be so funny, brilliant, passionate, loving. Millions of girls wanted to be with him, and here I was, the lucky one. And I knew I was lucky. 

We arrived back at the hotel. I gently nudged Damon awake. "Mmhm..one more minute" he said in a very deep, rough voice, turning closer towards the window. I nudged him again "Damon.. c'mon."  He awoke and I helped him get to the room.  I put my arm around his shoulder to steady him, he brought his hand up to mine. Our fingers entangled; I felt my heart skip a beat under his touch. He always managed to make me weak, even when I was upset with him. He truly had such power over me.

I opened the door and helped him over to the bed. He was very groggy. I took off his sneakers and gently placed the comforter over his lanky body. I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his perfect nose. "Fucking idiot…" I whispered, but this time with a small smile. I climbed into bed next to him and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning only to find Damon had disappeared from the room. I wasn't really sure what I was in for. But, I never really knew what I was in for with Damon. We hadn't really spoken after the performance, and certainly not in his state last night. Just then there was a knock at the door. It was Damon.

 "Hello" he said, with a slight quiver in his voice. His fringe was long, covering his bright blue tired eyes, he still looked very worn out.  I looked at him and felt any anger I had left start to fade.  He was holding something behind his back.

"I know these aren't much.." he began as he pulled out a small, slightly messy bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "but it's all I could find in the garden..." he chuckled, bringing his hand up, running his fingers through his hair. 

I smiled at him. pressed my finger softly to his pink lips. "Shhh". I said, "And don't go picking the flowers from the garden here! The staff might see you and start a fuss!" I grabbed his large hand in mine and pulled him inside the room. 

"Can we.. talk?" Damon began. I nodded and set the bouquet down on the nightstand. We sat down on the bed, he picked up my hand and began to speak. I felt heat rising in my cheeks again.

 "Look, Y/N... I'm sorry..I said some things…" he started to look down at his feet, moving his injured foot slightly in and out of his shoe.

"I let that shit get the best of me, and I took it out on you." I started to respond, but he continued. "it wasn't right. You've been nothing but there for me, and even now with this." he brought his injured foot up and pointed to it. "Well, I don't know how you put up with me." He looked up with a slight smile.

"Damon.. thank you. You know what you did last night was stupid. I know you're under tremendous stress…. but.. promise you won't ever do that again.." I sighed. 

Damon brought his hand up to my face, slowly running his fingers through my hair. He now made full eye contact with me. I couldn't look away from his beautiful eyes.

"Y/N.. I promise." He sighed heavily. "Listen, how about we stay another night here? We can relax then maybe, explore the city, take in some of the sights, see some of the little shops?"

"You know, I would really love that. I think we need that." I replied. 

"I love you, Y/N, please don't ever forget that." he sighed.

"I love you, too" I smiled back.

Suddenly, I felt his hand gently grab my face, as he pressed his lips to mine. My whole body softened with his kiss. He had made so happy. I couldn't wait for our adventures in Paris to begin. 

[penny44224]

I'm home

(It’s been a while I hope you like it😫)

Drinking your freshly brewed coffee as you sat in your office while observing the outside scenery from the window. It’s been exactly five years since you have been married to Chris or formally known as Bang Chan from Stray Kids. What started as a random encounter turned into blissful romance.

You both fought hard to keep your relationship going from the company, parents, and of course the fans. But successfully, everyone saw how much your love for one other is and eventually let it be. This is what you wanted right, to finally be with Chan without second-guessing yourself. So why are you unhappy. The public thinks you guys are living the happy married life together, but in private, you guys were struggling. To start it off, Bang Chan still works for JYP. Meaning, he lives in Seoul while he also lives in Australia which is where you live. You’ve been pushing about wanting to start a family with him ever since you guys got married but the long-distance is becoming a real issue.

You knew how much he loved his career and you support him fully without a doubt. But you couldn’t take it. Because to be honest, you were just lonely. It’s been 8 months since the last time you guys saw each other, felt each other, and kiss each other. You longed for him physically but you knew it wasn’t you say so. You accepted the long distance while you guys were dating but now being married, it was a different story.

Last night, you decided to call him up but that was a horrible idea. You just wanted to check up on him, but it escalated to an intense argument. The last thing you remember is him saying to you, “why the fuck am I still with you!” You never felt so broken that you barely got sleep last night.

Now you're in your office, trying your best to get through the day. On cue, that’s when your coworkers, Lia, Beth, and Maxine came in.

“Y/N did you not see my text messages I sent you!” said Lia

“Oh I’m sorry I haven’t been on my phone” you replied quietly

The girls were always used to your uplifting spirit but notice a sad tone in your voice

“Hey honey you ok?” Beth asked walked closer to you

That’s when finally last night’s emotion hit you. You started brawling in front of your friends while they immediately comfort you. You began to tell them everything that has happened.

“Oh my goodness, I never knew you were dealing with this sweetie,” Maxine says as she hugs you

“I don’t know what to do anymore, does he even love me or are we just staying together because of how hard we fought to be together, “ you say as more tears begin to fall down your cheek

“Don’t say that girl, you know he loves you melanin and all! You guys fought because of how much you love each other. That’s what matters” Maxine states

“But I can’t believe he said that to you, he knows I will literally go to Seoul to beat his ass up!” Lia replied which made you guys giggle

“Exactly go book a flight now and a hotel too” Beth added

“Oh guys stop,” you say now laughing as the tears start to dry

”You know what we can do to cheer you up!” Lia gasped

The girls looked at each other unsure

”THE CLUB” Lia yelled excitedly

”oh my goodness yasss, we can go to the one that just opened!” Beth added

” Uhh guys I'm not sure going to the club will help my problem,” y/n said

”Trust us y/n, the more you stress, the more you will become depressed. So let just let go for one night. ” Maxine says sweetly

You did want to forget about what happened last night so you agreed

”yayyy we gonna party!” Lia jumped up and down

”umm guys, is it ok if I invite Susie, you know she's new to town and I want to show her around,” Beth asked

”of course, she can come” you answered unaware of the butterfly effect you just created

After two hours of getting ready, you examined your self in the mirror. Your hair was up in a high ponytail, smokey face look, a strapless burgundy dress that hugged your curves and lace heels.

”Your gonna have a fun night,” you tell yourself as you hear beeping outside

As you guys were at the club, the girls literally on cloud nine. But you were still in your mood because of what Chan said. That's when Susie, the coworker came over to you

”Hey I heard what happened to you,” Susie said

”of course you did, Beth has a big mouth,” you said rubbing your forehead

”Heyy you need a drink, I'll go get one for you ” She winked and left before you can decline her suggestion

As Susie received your drink, she turned around (with her back facing you ) and dropped a small pill inside of it. When the pill dissolved she walked right toward you

”Here this will help you to let loose” Susie says as she hands you your drink

Your mind was screaming at you don't do it. But you just want to let go of all this hurt you were feeling.As you finished the drink, a rush of adrenaline took over your body in an instant.

After at least ten minutes, you were dancing on top of the bar table while the crowd cheers you on too. Your friends taking videos of you while hyping you up. That when you saw a man from across the room looking at you. The way he stared at you made you dance sexier. He began to smirk and lick his lips at you. Enjoying the effect you had on him, you got off the bar table.

”Girl what was that, you were killin it,” Lia said chapping her hands

” You said get loose so I'm doing exactly that. ” you said flipping your ponytail as you walk toward the mysterious man

As you walked toward him, he stands up from his seat. You got a good look at him, muscles trying their best out hold inside his button-up shirt, hair perfectly styled, and a smile that can light up the room.

”What's your name, handsome?” you asked

”B/W (your bias wrecker) ” he said with a smile

” mmm, you wanna dance,” you said stretch your arm out to him

He took it as you brought him to the center of the dance floor. You two began dancing for quite a while until the DJ started to play slow R&B aka sexual music. (B/W) held your waist and brought you closer to him. You felt everything as his body and your body closed the gap between you too. The feeling was addicting as you feel his lips shadow your neck and bulge on your thigh. You look up at him slowly to meet his eyes. Once both of your eyes met, all you saw was darkness and lust

As you open your eyes, you began stretching. But that's when you felt immediately nauseous, jumped out of bed, and sprinted to the bathroom. After throwing up for the fourth time. You tried reaching for the toilet paper where you usually put it but all you felt was a wall. That when your senses hit you, this wasn't your house.

As you look around your surroundings., you realized. This was a hotel! Maybe the girls and I crashed her because we were so drunk. So you washed up and left the bathroom. As you were walking toward the bedroom, you halt your action immediately. You looked on the floor and saw clothes. But not only yours, male clothes too. So many thoughts filled your head as it pounds. You finally reached the bed and saw him, (B/W) sleeping peacefully yet naked. That when you started to remember everything last night. You felt can not be described. Guilt layer 1 You quickly put on your clothes, grabbed your phone and bolted out of the building.

As you reached home you hopped into the shower. You began to break down letting all last night's mistakes and your latest fight with Chan flood the shower. You cheated on your husband replied over and over in your brain. As guilt flood the atmosphere. You felt extremely horrible but you knew you had to tell him. Guilt layer 2

As you got changed and decided to empty the trash, as you were organizing from the recyclables to the trash, you found a pregnancy box. That’s when you felt a cold chill rise. You forgot to check if you wore a condom, but you rushed out of the hotel room without asking the man. What you were about to do felt sick but you wanted to make sure

After waiting the exact time, you finally saw your results...you never wanted to jump out of a window so badly but you couldn’t since there was not another human inside you. You called up Maxine, telling her everything while balling your eyes out. Guilt layer part 3

” I'm a horrible wife, Maxine. I got so sad that I drank my feelings out because my husband said he doesn't know why he's with me. A-and I made an m-mistake and slept with (B/W) and now I'm giving pregnant. Pregnant from someone who isn't my husband! ” you cried out in pain while lying down in the floor

” y/n how did you even get this drunk in the first place?” Maxine asked

”Well Susie gave a drink, it tasted very fizzy for a drink. ” you said as you sniffed

”Oh my fucking gosh that bitch drugged you. I knew there was something wrong with her I just couldn't put my finger in it. One of my coworkers says they were there last night as saw her in the act but was too drunk to remember until this morning. I'm so sorry I should if stood by you” Maxine explain sadly

”So I'm a cheating worthless wife, who got pregnant over a one night stand because j was drugged by my co worker..” you say blankly analyzing how broken you felt. Your emotions are now numb, realizing everything was your fault. If you would have just said no all of these events would not have taken place. But the only person you can blame is yourself. Guilt layer 4

”y/n don't do anything stupid, we're coming over there right now,” Maxine says but you hung up the phone without giving her an answer

You got up from the floor and loom in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your face, and a bit swelled from all the crying. You took a deep breath and try telling your self you will be ok. You grabbed the pregnancy test and walked out of the bathroom. Once you enter the living room, you halt your movements as your eyes couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Your one-night stand (B/W) standing with your purse that you probably left at the hotel in his hands while displaying shook expression. But that's not what you shocked about. It was because your husband was also standing in your shared living room with your favorite flowers in his hands looking at you with an expression you can't identify.

Both men are looking at you, while you looking at them thinking this was a dream. But somehow you were still missing something. Your eyes turned traveled to the living table where all you guys family photos we're placed. But there was one photo that stood out the most. It was a photo of your husband and (B/w) in a picture together, a high school picture together. Now all the puzzles pieces are now connected. B/w was chan childhood friend he has mentions you about but you never really met him until now well last night. As the final cherry on top, the guilt cake was completed of worse wife ever. It like Chan knew your realization, he heard everything you said from the bathroom since you were practically yelling and especially (B/W) too.

That when Chan began to speak

”I'm home”

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Five

Table of Content or Part Thirty-Four

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Word Count: 4k

A/N: Happy birthday to Nikki Sixx who is aging like wine. I'm so proud of how far he has come and here's to another 61 years and an eternity more🖤

Warning(s): Explicit language, Mentions of drug abuse, Abuse

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"Alright, assholes, shut up and listen for two minutes." Doc tells us in the airport we wait in line at customs. "We're gonna be here in Japan for a week. Japan is not like it is back home. You can't act like you don't have any sense. They will lock your asses up in a heart beat. Do you understand?" He warns Tommy, Nikki, Vince and Mick. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Daddy." Nikki sarcastically lets out, smacking his gum.

"Hey, wise ass, I don't need your comments, alright? I'm being serious, guys." Doc tells them.

"We got it, Doc. You don't have to worry about anything, bud." Tommy assures him, sincerely.

It was our first time in Japan and I've got to say, it's personally my favorite place ever.

The fans were extremely polite, and all of them had enthusiastic, wide smiles...my favorite part was that the girls actually respected the fact that Nikki's wife was with him, and didn't try to screw him in front of me like audacious rats in other places tried to.

They would just smile shyly and introduce themselves to us, and then get a picture with the guys.

If I had a dime for every time Fred has had to keep me from assaulting someone for grabbing Nikki's crotch in front of me, trying to shove their tongues down his throat, give them hotel room numbers to meet them in, etc. I would have been rich enough to afford Nikki's $3,500 a day on heroin.

Groupies were insane.

And I don't mean I saw these girls attempt this stuff from a distance.

I mean, I'd be standing right next to him, the girls would introduce themselves to me, then go on to grope Nikki before he could say a word about how it was nice to meet them.

In the midst of trying to get me on the ground before I could throw a punch, the girls would run off, and Nikki would always say "sorry, babe" and mean it.

He stopped apologizing when he stopped caring.

"...And we need blow." Tommy says to Sparkie, who's about to go on the hunt for a drug dealer in town for the guys, and I roll my eyes.

"Doc told you guys to behave because they don't tolerate bull crap here." I remind him and he and Sparkie look at me, and Nikki's grabbing at my waist and pulling me to sit on his leg before taking a swig of Jack, his striped outfit and bright, over the top makeup is the complete opposite of their Shout at the Devil era.

"What Doc doesn't know won't hurt him, Viv." Tommy says it like it's common sense. "Hey, Vinny, what do you want from a dealer?" Tommy asks him, a sharpness to his voice, and Nikki laughs.

I don't find their bullshit funny.

Vince just rolls his eyes and drinks his water with no reply.

Vince was on court mandated sobriety. And was being tortured by Nikki and even Tommy. They would offer him things they knew he couldn't have and then would play it off like they forgot.

They would have him pass them their drugs, pour them their drinks and count out how many pills they had left.

It ticked me off seeing Tommy go that fucking low all because he and Nikki were so close.

He even started being a little disrespectful to me whenever Nikki was.

Nikki's leg is shaking a little, despite him throwing back alcohol and I look over my shoulder at him.

"Are you okay?" I mouth so the others won't hear it, and Nikki nods, but I know he's full of it.

"On in five, guys, c'mon!" Doc calls out from the other side of the door and I pat Nikki's other leg and stand up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

We step out and head to the stage, and Nikki's turning to give me one last kiss before going on.

When he pulls away, my hands are quickly taking my crucifix off and reaching up to fasten it around his neck and it ironically overlaps with his pentagram necklace.

"For good luck." I explain and he gives me a little closed mouth smile and gives me a quick peck on the lips before following Tommy, Vince and Mick.

By the time they got off stage, Nikki was growing pale, and sweating, and not just because he was running around on stage.

Nikki had gone over 48 hours without heroin. Alcohol could keep his tremors to mere, barely noticeable shakes, but didn't do very much for his sweating and sickness.

The guys didn't know he was that deep into heroin, yet, so he didn't want to tell them it was making him that ill without it or they would realize he was further down the hole than they expected.

So, what did I do? I covered for him.

"He thinks he might have food poisoning." I explain to Tommy and Vince as they stand outside of mine and Nikki's room.

"Well, is he alright?" Tommy asks me.

"He'll be okay. He just doesn't feel like going out." I assure him.

"Alright, we gotta go." Vince nudges him.

"Tell him I hope he feels better." Tommy says.

"I will. You guys be careful."

"We will, goodnight."

"Goodnight." I reply and shut the door, hearing Nikki groaning in the bathroom.

The door's locked, and I sigh out in frustration.

"Nikki, open the door." I tell him calmly.

"Fuck off, Viv." He tells me for the hundredth time tonight.

"Open the door or I'm telling Doc." I threaten him, even though it's a complete lie.

"Tell him I want a divorce while you're at it." He snaps.

I don't say anything for a moment, and hear him sigh out, before he unlocks the door.

I step in, seeing him soaked in sweat, pale, the smell of vomit is potent and I try to keep a calm demeanor as he grips the side of the tub to help himself stand up. 

He nearly falls, tremors spazzing through his body, but I'm quick to nestle under his arm and help him stay up.

"I just need some Jack." He tells me. "It'll help."

He doesn't sound like Nikki.

He sounds like a defeated child.

"Nikki, I don't think—"

"Okay, Viv, now isn't the time for your bullshit. Get me some Jack." He orders desperately, nearly pleading.

I get him on the bed, starting to tug his boots off, before pulling his shirt over his head, and unbuckling his belt.

"Never thought...I'd ever say this...but the last thing...on my mind right...now is...fucking around." He takes heavy breaths, squeezing his eyes closed and groaning when I get his pants off.

"Yes, because seeing my husband in so much pain really turns me on." I sarcastically let out.

"I'm cold." He tells me, his hand gripping mine.

I pull the bed covers over his naked body, glancing at my necklace he's still wearing.

"I'll get you some Jack." I say, stepping to the phone on the bedside table and ordering his necessity.

I turn back to face him once I'm done, and he's curled up and shivering, and he's kicked the blankets off of him.

"Nikki?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"I'm hot." He cracks out, shot eyes looking at me, teeth chattering together despite his tight jaw and wet, black hair clings to his soaked skin that seems to be turning transparent.

That moment I realized I was married to a junkie, and Nikki realized he had become the very thing he had been in denial of becoming.

Neither of us said a word to one another about our revelations.

The alcohol and pills they managed to score kept Nikki's roaring withdrawals at bay and allowed him to play his illness off as the flu throughout the rest of the Japan tour, and the second we got home, he was phoning every dealer he could get a hold of.

One I had never met before, Jason, was the first one to come to his aid and it didn't take me long to come to the conclusion I would inevitably have to kill that motherfucker to keep him away from my husband.

He just wanted our money, laying out an elaborate display of everything from cheap tar to clean China White, cocaine, and a pharmacy of prescription pills.

I always left to "go to the store" anytime Jason came over.

Once I was practically having a full on emotional affair, I would go find Duff but before any feelings for him emerged, I would just drive my car around the corner of the street going by the house, pull into the driveway of a half-way burnt down house, and cry. 

My husband, my Nikki, was destroying himself from the inside out, and the more I tried to do help him get better, the worse he got.

Every time I prayed for him, his demons would hold tighter to his legs and keep him shackled in place with a needle and lies that weighed him down and made him feel the need to do the only thing that made him happy, even if only temporarily.

By the end of '87, I was exhausted. I had been screaming, crying, pleading, for years for someone to do something, for someone to threaten the band, threaten them individually, get them off the road, at least try to start a conversation addressing their obvious addictions...

But they were making everyone above them money. That's all that mattered.

I was screaming into a void, and nobody could hear me. Well, they could...they were just ignoring me which was even worse.

I don't know how the hell I managed to face the same thing with Duff and his band years later.

I step into the house once Jason is gone, seeing Nikki by the fireplace, laying on the carpet, and I go to lay beside him.

We've been back from Japan a few days, and they're suppose to be preparing for their U.S. tour starting in a couple weeks.

Nikki's been in heroin land ever since we have gotten home.

And I've been in my own personal hell, being that I just added a third picture to my dead baby drawer as of yesterday.

I would go to a doctor to see if there's something wrong with me to prompt not ever making it past week twelve, but Nikki would find out somehow, someway. I've already risked enough as it is by going to the obstetrician.

"Babe," I nudge him and he opens his eyes just enough to show his pinpointed pupils, and he hums a little. "I gotta go get Tansy from the airport."

"Mmkay." He mumbles, and I force myself not to cry, remembering how miserable he was in Japan, and now we've gotten back and he's back to square one. 

Was it really square one if he never wanted to move to square two in the first place?

Tansy gets into my car, wearing what I'm assuming she wore when they taped her interview with David Letterman hours ago, while a security guard puts her stuff in the trunk.

"Well." I say, looking at her as she lays her head against the back of her seat and looks at me from behind her sunglasses. "How did the interview go?" I ask and she tugs off her heels.

"I don't know." She tells me and I furrow my brows. "The bits and pieces I remember were great." She sounds like she's about to cry.

"Were you...?" I trail off and she moves her fingers under the blacked out lenses and sniffles. "Babe, it's not anything to cry about."

I grab at her hand as she starts crying even more.

"I bombed it, Viv." She says with certainty.

"Tansy, if you don't even remember it, how do you know for sure you did a bad job?"

"You know how I act when I'm fucked up."

"I also know, by the grace of God, somehow, someway, you manage to differentiate between a setting you need to be more composed in, and a setting you can be wild in. Even when you are stoned out of your mind. I have seen you do it." I assure her. "It's really freaking creepy."

My comment has her chuckling a little and she wipes at her tears again. 

"It will be okay. I am sure you did great. And if you didn't you can just do what I do when I'm not acting normal and blame it on Mötley Crüe." 

None of us, not even Tansy herself, knew why or how she scored an interview with David Letterman, but we were all proud of her nonetheless, even if she couldn't remember much of it.

"Sparkie said Japan went good." Tansy says after we're driving for a couple minutes.

"Yeah."

"Thank you for letting him go. I know you aren't the biggest fan of him." She adds.

"I didn't let him go. The guys insisted he went because they needed someone to find them drugs." I state.

"Point is, he went. And he had fun. So thank you." She replies.

"I only tolerate him because I love you." I tell her.

"I know, and I—" she presses a quick kiss to the back of my hand. "—love you, too."

I rub my lips together and get an idea.

"Would you be up for a girl's night?" I ask.

"What do you have in mind?" She asks and I raise my brows. 

In hindsight, it was probably a bad decision to introduce Tansy to Guns N' Roses while she was still addicted to drugs and alcohol, because all it did was create toxic friendships that thrived on the struggles of everyone involved.

Tansy was very easily influenced by other people, but I figured if she had survived that long being friends with Nikki, Tommy and Vince, she would be just fine around Duff, Axl, Izzy, Steven and Slash.

Tansy and I make our way through the crowd, hand in hand, lacing through people and eager groupies.

She's heard me talk about them every now and then but now she has the opportunity to see what the hype is about.

The Troubadour is packed out, and a sense of pride swells in my chest.

"They must be good." Tansy comments, glancing around. 

Normally at least one person would have already asked for her autograph or a picture of her, but everyone is too distracted by the anticipation of the band that's been tearing up and down the strip ever since Nikki, Tommy, Vince and Mick set the bar so high. 

They're not even onstage yet, before all lights in the place shut down, and  Axl let's out one of his infamous screams that somehow mimics a melodic siren. 

The crowd goes quiet for a split second before realizing it's him, then they start screaming, clapping, stomping their feet. 

The lights come back on to reveal Axl, Duff, Izzy, Slash and Steven, picking up into the fast paced rhythm of "Anything Goes." 

With teased hair, heavy glam-rock influenced outfits and makeup, mixed with their sound, it's safe to say there isn't one dry vagina around...including Tansy, who's eyes don't leave the singing red head for the rest of the night.

Back stage is crowded, but Tansy and I manage to be the first females in their dressing room by the time their set is completely finished.

She's already broken into their Jack and Vodka stash, guzzling from both bottles simultaneously, and I look at her like she's crazy because I know it's got to hurt her throat.

"What?" She asks me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You are a crazy person." I state just as the door opens, revealing Slash and Steven first, girls under each arm.

"Hey, Viv!" Steven pipes, smiling widely and Slash looks confused for a moment before realizing the blur standing before him is indeed Vivian.

"Hey, Viv." He repeats what Steven said.

Steven does a double-take really quick, seeing Tansy, his hand patting at Slash as he stands, starstruck. It's a domino effect.

First Steven, second Slash, third Duff, then Izzy and lastly, Axl.

Except Steven, Slash, Duff and Axl are frozen because Tansy Lyn is standing before them. I'm sure Izzy appreciates her beauty and participation in Playboy for the last four years, but he's more worried about her breaking into their alcohol. 

"Man, that's Tansy Lyn." Steven states.

"Drinking our booze." Izzy adds and Tansy guiltily puts it back where she got it, smiling.

"Hi." She says to them, and they immediately pretend they weren't just remembering what her naked body looks like.

Steven, as always, is the first to make himself known to a beautiful girl, extending his hand to her. 

"I'm Steven." He tells her.

Slash is shyly hiding behind his curly hair the best he can as Steven puts an arm around him.

"This is Slash." He adds. 

"The grubby fingered alcoholic is Izzy." I tell her as he lights a cigarette. 

"Read this grubby finger, Viv." Izzy states blankly, flipping me off and I hold back a laugh.

"I'm Duff." Duff introduces himself next, and Tansy has to look up so high, her head is tipped completely back before shaking his hand.

Axl doesn't introduce himself, he just stands and stares at her for a moment, black sunglasses blocking our eyes from his.

"Axl." Is all he says before grabbing the bottle of Jack, grabbing one of the girls Steven and Slash walked in with, and leaving.

"He's not an asshole seventy-five percent of the time." I try to defend him against her as she looks like her feelings have been hurt slightly. 

"But when he is an asshole, just avoid him for a few hours and stay out of his way." Duff scoffs out, grabbing the bottle of vodka.

They all knew that piece of advice too well.

Not entirely sure how we ended up back at mine and Nikki's house, but Nikki wasn't home, and probably wasn't going to be home until early morning, so Duff, Steven and Tansy were all in my house.

"If you break a mirror, you buy it!" I call out to Steven and Tansy as Duff and I have our legs dangling in the pool water, hearing something breaking inside the house through the open french doors that lead into the kitchen.

Duff blows smoke out of his nose, laughing at Tansy and Steven calling back, "We didn't!" 

"Jesus." I mumble, grinning to myself and Duff joins in with me, laughing harder at me as "Get Down Tonight" starts blaring through the speakers in the house.

Tansy has officially met her match. 

"I'm glad they get along." Duff says smoothly.

"They both like weed and the same music taste. Seems like a beautiful friendship to me." I shrug and he smiles. 

There's a pause in the air, and he keeps looking at me. 

"What?"

"There's dancing trophies in your house." He tells me and I raise my brows, remembering the day Nikki had demanded my hard earned proof of years dedicated to such a difficult art form, be put on display on a shelf right next to his awards for Gold and Platinum records.

"Yeah? I told you I use to be a dancer." I reply.

"I thought you meant you were a stripper." He confesses and I widen my eyes, elbowing him gently.

"No!" 

"Well, I'm sorry! You're married to a rock guy, you said you use to be a dancer, rockers and strippers go hand-in-hand. It's, like, written in stone or whatever." He tells me. 

"Oh my gosh, Duff." I rub my face and he finishes his cigarette before pulling out another one. 

"So, why don't you do it anymore?" He asks and I think for a second and lick my lips.

"It just wasn't really..." I trail off and he furrows his brows. "...I guess after over a decade of dancing, after graduating, it just  wasn't my thing anymore. I just moved onto bigger and better stuff." 

"What's your thing now, then?" It's obvious he doesn't buy my explanation.

"Being Nikki Sixx's wife." I admit and an odd silence falls over us. 

"You gave up school--Julliard--and dance, only to be known as somebody's wife?" 

"Well, damn, Duff, when you say it like that..." I try not to be hurt because I know he doesn't mean any ill will from it and he immediately starts apologizing. 

"I didn't mean it like that." He tells me. "It's just a waste of talent if you never utilize it anymore. You can't just be dependent on being Nikki's wife, Viv. You need your own thing." 

I wanted to tell him I couldn't afford to be anything but Nikki's wife, or else I'd lose everything.

Nikki's home sooner than I expect as I get ready for bed.

Steven, Tansy and Duff are all asleep on the living room floor, and Nikki comes into our bathroom to splash water on his face.

"The fuck is in our house?" He asks me and I raise my brows.

"Why're you home this early?"

"Jason's coming over." He tells me. "And he's bringing his girlfriend."

"Umm, baby, it would be nice for my friends not to wake up and be met with a drug dealer naming off poisons like an auctioneer."

"Tell them to fuck off." He mumbles, digging through his pockets of the clothes he was wearing yesterday. "Have you seen the check?" He asks me and I raise my brows.

"The check from the label for the Japan tour?" I ask and he nods. "You asked me to cash it yesterday and I did."

"Okay, so where did you put it?"

I step to my top drawer and hand him the stack of cash and he starts thumbing through it, his brows furrowing when he stops halfway through.

"The check was for $150,000, Viv. Where's the rest?" He snaps and I cross my arms.

"You said put 20% in savings and told me I could give 10% to tithes." I remind him, and he looks like he is going to murder me.

"You gave fifteen fucking thousand dollars to a church?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!" He seeths, his face twisting angrily.

"You told me I could Nikki." I try not to get upset. "I asked you and you said—"

"—I said 'yes' because I was fucked up and wasn't thinking, Viv!" He yells, throwing the pile of cash across the room, causing bills to fly everywhere. "And that's exactly why you waited until you knew I couldn't pay attention to care enough about what you were saying because you knew I would laugh in your face if I were sober!" He accuses me.

"Is it so bad if your money goes to something other than drugs?" I stupidly ask him.

He's lunging at me, grabbing my wrists, and pinning me to the bed while screaming in my face.

"That's my fucking money! Mine! How I want to spend it is my fucking business, Vivian!" He shakes me, and I can no longer hold back tears. "You're gonna go tomorrow to that fucking shit hole and tell those fallacious bastards you need that $15,000 back!"

"Nikki, I already told them it was their's." I try to explain, shaking my head a little, sobbing so thickly I'm not even sure he can understand me.

"You'll get my fucking money back or I'll give you something to fucking whine about." He threatens darkly.

He shoves himself off of me and storms out of the house, slamming the front door.

I go to make sure he didn't wake Tans, Stevie, or Duff up, but to my horror, Tansy and Steven are sound asleep while I hear the door slam a second time and realize Duff followed Nikki out.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 87) "XX Marks His Spot"

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Colson's firm hand comes down on Luna's bare ass cheek. Holding her rocking hip, he spanks her again in the early morning light.

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"Oh SHIIIT, Bunny!!" She cries out as he continues to fuck her.

Colson wraps his fingers in her long blonde hair, pulling her towards him. Sliding his large hand around her throat, he watches the sunbeams illuminate her golden hair. Prisms of light bouncing off her tattooed skin. Slightly tightening his grip, he fucks her harder until they both explode. Colson collapsing on top of Luna after expelling inside of her.

"WE CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU!!!" Sam shouts from the other side of the door.

"Then go somewhere FUCKING else!!!" Colson shouts back.

Luna shifts, pushing him off of her as she rolls on to her back. This makes him whine. He likes staying inside of her.

"She's gonna fuck you up for that." Luna tells him as she yawns.

Fingers twisting around the chain of the padlock secured around her neck. Colson scootches over to her, laying his head on her right shoulder. Trying not to stare at her bandage, he looks down. Finding himself tracing the outline of her scorpion and drawing hearts on her toned, tattooed stomach with his index finger.

"I don't give a fuck. I'll fuck you where I want, how I want and make you cum as LOUDLY as I fucking want." He states.

Bringing his mouth to her stomach, he gives her a raspberry. Squealing from the tickle of it, Luna tries to wiggle away. With his grasp on her tight, Luna calls him an Asshole before giving up on the struggle.

"Soon you'll be stuck with This Asshole 'fo liiiiife." Colson grins, lifting his head to kiss her neck.

"Lucky me..." Luna says in a dry tone with a smirk and loving eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." He teases her.

With no one else banging on their door, they stay in bed together. Cuddling, kissing and talking about what they need to do on his day off.

"We should see if we can bribe a maid to clean up this shit hole if Case is coming on tomorrow...." Luna thinks out loud.

They haven't even been on tour for a month and The Bus looks like a crime scene. Even with three females on it, the now seven men do more than outnumber them. Neither of the women are interested in cleaning up after anyone but themselves either. Making The Bus a hazard zone, with even Luna knowing it's not kid friendly.

"What? Like on here alone?" Colson asks with raised eyebrows.

"Noooo. Like I'll sit here if I have to but shit needs to be cleaned, sheets washed. This place is fucking gross." She answers with another yawn.

"Ash never complained." Colson counters her.

"Yeah. Out loud." Luna turns to look at him.

They're tangled in each other under the blanket. Sharing a joint. Arguing semantics as usual. Colson and Luna both have strong personalities and opinions. Rarely holding back from each other.

"Fine..." He rolls his sky blue eyes into his head as he hits the joint.

Luna opening all the windows before they head off The Bus to check in. They're spending the night in Kansas City.

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Luna admires the 1920s neoclassic architecture of The Ambassador Hotel as Colson checks them into their suite. Luna popping up beside him to ask about Maid Service.

Neither bother to unpack, they'll be gone by tomorrow night. Colson lighting another joint as soon as they walk through the door.

Luna starts the shower as Colson crushes and lines up their individual pills to start their day. Three 30s for Luna. Three 30XRs for Colson.

Stripping off their clothes, they climb into the hot shower. Water cascading around them as the different drugs swirl through their brains.

Colson lifts Luna up by the ribs, wrapping her wet, naked body around his. Letting the warmth wash over her as he fucks her against the shower wall.

Mouths and tongues sucking the water off each other's necks and shoulders. Her hands roaming his body, nails dragging, fingers pulling at his hair. Colson grips Luna's thick ass, thrusting hard into her as they both cum.

It's a skill they've mastered.... Or so he thinks. Luna usually having two or three small explosions before their Big Bang. His dick is HUGE.... Annnd he definitely knows how to use it.

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Once dressed and settled within themselves, everyone reconvenes in Colson and Luna's suit. It's larger than the others, the ten of them having more than enough room to hang out and do whatever they'd like. It is their day off after all.

Rook and AJ set up the PS4 for a Call of Duty marathon with Benny and Bullet. Slim and Baze pull out a mini soundboard. Setting up their laptops alongside them. They have new music they're working on. While Ashleigh, Luna and Sam set up shop for Colson.

The sounds of Oasis float through the air. Wrapped in weed smoke and conversation.

Sitting around a table, they have a system. With a black Sharpie, Colson signs the top right corner of the white Hotel Diablo hoodies him and Ashleigh chose.

Passing them to Luna, who places the correct card inside while boxing it. Writing the initials on the top corner of the outside of the box, she slides it to Ashleigh.

Double checking the initials with the mailing lable, she then slips the package inside it's wrapping. Slapping the addressed sticker on it, she pushes it down the line.

Sam is last. Sealing the packages, double checking the names off on her own list and stacking them by the door to be picked up and shipped.

They have a very efficient system. Keeping Colson's hands full of joints, fresh Sharpies and hoodies, the four of them bang out 82 personally addressed packages. All handled with love in a surprising two hours.

Sighing, Colson leans back in his chair. Lacing his fingers together, he stretches them and his arms out in front of his long body.

"You did it, Sugar." Luna leans over to kiss his tired cheek.

They call each other Whatever after the other night.

"Can you imagine how surprised they're gonna be when they receive these?" She beams.

"God, I love that fucking smile." Colson thinks as he studies Luna's face. Genuinely touched by how she cares for every member of his family. From Casie to those who's names he doesn't know personally.

"I couldn't have done it with out you." He says, leaning towards her to nuzzle and kiss her neck. "Thanks for the idea."

Lifting up, he looks at Sam and Ashleigh. "And a HUGE THANK YOU to you two Boss Ass Bitches. You know I spin because of you, Ash." He smiles over Luna's head to one of his bestfriends, his ONLY sister. "And Sam, I'm really glad you're here with us. You fit right in with The Fam." He grins at her.

The Girls find Colson's words sweet but he's dealing with two major Assholes.

"Awwwww.... My little Baby Booo..." Luna teases him.

"Yeah, I'd fit in a lot better if I didn't have to listen to you two fucking." Sam deadpans with a smile.

Ashleigh is the sweet one. Rising from her seat between Luna and Sam, she hugs Colson from behind.

"I love you, Kells. I know this is hard but you did good. Never have I ever doubted you for a second." She says, kissing his cheek. "Well, maybe a second or two." She laughs.

A smile plays on Luna's lips as she watches them. "I'm so glad he has her.... I really don't know..." Luna's thoughts are interrupted by a bang on the door.

It's Kevin. Colson's Tattoo Guy.

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Setting up his gear, Kevin comments that it's nice to see Luna again. Asking how their punk bunny tattoos are holding up, they both show him his work with pride.

Sliding his arm around Luna's waist, Colson grins with glee.

"And you'll never guess, Dawg..." He starts.

"You two are getten' hitched?" Kevin looks up from the area he's sterilizing.

Feeling slightly deflated, Colson asks how He Knows.

"Homie. I knew the two of you were destined for each other that day in The Shop." He states to anyone in ear shots agreement.

Luna grins. Finding his prediction to be heart warming. A slight solidification to what she's always known. If you will.

"Alright.... Fix that shit up!!" Kevin says regarding Colson's hair.

Just then their hotel room phone rings. Luna answering it.

"Yes, I did. Thank you.... Mhmm.... Yes... I'll be down in ten. Thank you again." Luna ends the phone call.

"Who dat?" Colson asks her.

"We got a maid for The Bus...." Luna tells him.

"You what?" Ashleigh asks, in amazement.

"Yeah, Man. It's fucking disgusting. Case can't come into that nonsense..." Luna answers her.

Somehow Ashleigh loves Luna even more at this moment.

"So you're kinda free right now?" Sam perks up to Luna's shrug. "Wanna audition Mikey for Ellen?" She asks, reminding Luna of her need for a bassist.

"Yeah, that'd be perfect." Luna reels back at the easy connection.

"Mind if I come?" Ashleigh nods towards The Boys.

"Bring yo ass, Bitch!!" Luna grins to Ashleigh's cheesing smile.

Luna let's her just BE. Just be Ashleigh. Not a Momager to The Boys. Not a scary real life mom to Ashton. Not a wife. Just Ashleigh. Free. Loose of responsibility. Even if it is just for a moment.

"Imma check this bassist out while The Bus gets cleaned." Luna kisses Colson.

Taking a step back to look at him. He's in the middle of getting a patch shaved off in the back of his head. Running her fingers through her hair, down the back of her skull she touches her own ink. Smiling to herself. They're so much alike but completely fucking different.

"Love you, Kitten. Good luck." He says after their kiss.

Bending his head down so Rook can finish his cut.

"YO!!! You gonna catch one too, right!?!" Slim hollers out.

The Girls turn back. Looking at him inquisitively, not knowing of what he's speaking upon.

"That Fam XX." He dares Luna.

"Sure. But I want my own." She states with a smirks.

Taking a minute to search on her phone. Finding what see wants, she shows Kevin.

"Yeah, no problem... I'll pop it on when you guys get back." He tells her.

Luna smiles at Kevin as she thanks him. He's a really easy going guy. Throwing another I'm Outta Here over her shoulder, she closes the door behind herself, Ashleigh and Sam.

"What the fuck's another one?" Luna rolls her eyes to herself. Although covered in tattoos, they're all special. With their own indication, memory or statement. Luna having no ink that doesn't either tell a personal story or touch her soul. This one following the same code. "Fuck.... It'll be, what? My fourth in less then two months... Third I've gotten with him." She smiles to herself, remembering the day they had fucked in his Rover after their Bunnies. His reaction still making her cheese. "I fucking love him.... I'm actually going to marry him..." Luna's brain topples upon it's self. The whole idea of solidifying one's love through the government being ridiculous to her before. Now.... Now, she oddly wants them tied together in a way she never needed. Luna wants Colson on her name. Documented in history that HE is her husband. "I won't lose him...." She thinks in a heart wrenching way. Like most do when they've seen the edge of the fucking world.

Brain bursting as she silently rides the elevator down with a talkative Sam and Ashleigh.

"I like that they like each other..." Luna smiles to herself as the random positive thought dips inside of her dark head.

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"AAahhhh... Mmm.....  Yeeahhhh!!!"

Those are the sounds coming out of Colson's mouth as Kevin tattoos the back of his head.

"Get it Motherfucker!" Colson shouts.

"Shut the fuck up, Ken Keniff!" Kevin fires back, trying to keep Colson's head still.

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"Hi! I'm Luna. This is Ashleigh and Sam." Luna greets a brunette named Michelle at the desk with her signature smile.

The four girls exchange pleasantries on their way to The Bus. The other three helping with Michelle's supplies.

"I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind....." Luna trails off.

"No!!! It's no problem!! I actually love you and Kells. Bad Things is like, my favorite song right now! I even have tickets to the show tomorrow night!" Michelle exclaims happily.

"No shit!!" Sam cuts in, nudging Luna with a teasing grin.

"Yeah, I fangirled out a minute when I realized who you guys are." She says a little sheepishly to Luna's equal embarrassment.

Luna and Ashleigh glance at each other. Both almost positive they're thinking the same thing.

Michelle gets to work, pulling their linens first as Ashleigh, Luna and Sam gather on one couch in the front of The Bus. Sam setting up Skype with her friend Mikey.

"Damn, I wasn't expecting three pretty ladies..." He teases with a gleaming smile.

Sam laughs at him to Shut Up, introducing Luna and Ashleigh. All saying Hello.

"You get the tracks I sent you?" Sam asks.

"Yeup!" Mikey responds.

He moves his laptop so that he can step back and be fully seen. He's tall and skinny like Colson but has dark features. With the bass across his body, he hits play on the rough track with only Luna singing, drums and guitar begins. Mikey dropping his notes in with the opening chords just as Luna had imagined he should. He's incredible. They listen to his first run. Ashleigh nodding her head to it's roar and strong feminist message. It's the first time she's heard it, feeling hints off their night in Chicago popping through.

"What do you think of the lyrics?" Is one of the first questions Luna asks Mikey before adding "You comfortable backing them as a dude on Daytime TV?"

"Fuck yeah." He replies without hesitation. "There's nothing like this out there right now and it's needed. Plus.... Honestly, it'd be an honor to work with That Brooklyn Bitch."

Luna blushes. Sometimes her heritage and reputation truly embarrass her. Thinking of the song, she asks him to run through it again. Luna singing lowly with him and the track for a better feel.

Once he finishes, Luna looks at Sam giving her a nod. Asking Ashleigh's opinion, she loves the idea of it and wait to hear it completed.

Mikey bullshits with The Girls a bit more. Locking in solid plans to meet early before the show to rehearse and feel their actual energy together. All agreeing to continue practicing. With the chords being simple, none of them are really concerned. All in all it's a productive hour long conversation. Switching from the front to the back of The Bus as Michelle continued cleaning.

Satisfied, Luna steps off The Bus to smoke a cigarette. Ashleigh and Sam behind her.

"How you know him?" Luna turns, asking Sam about her potentially new bassist.

Remember that band Imposters I played with?" Sam asks as she takes a drag. "He was in that."

Thinking back, Luna agrees Yup. She remembers. Liked their vibe too.

"What happened to them?" She asks.

"Lead singer got the guitarist pregnant." Sam shrugs.

"Bummer...." Luna thinks to herself. The idea of getting knocked up turns her stomach as she smokes her cigarette.

"Yo..." Luna says turning to Ashleigh as she leans against The Bus. "You think we can cut Michelle a hoodie? Box it up and leave it at the front desk before we check out?"

Ashleigh laughs. Realizing both had the same idea at the same time.

"Right there with you, Loons." She continues to laugh. "I think you should both sign it though." Giving her opinion.

Luna nods in agreement as Michelle comes walking towards them, across the parking lot with their sheets. Heading back on the The Bus to finish up.

Staying outside for another few minutes while Luna and Sam chain smokes. The Girls talk about Mikey, Ellen and Colson's show tomorrow.

Touching base on Casie coming on The Bus. Luna and Ashleigh agreeing tonight The Boys need to let loose. Getting Whatever out of their systems so shit calms down while she's with them. Ashleigh can't help but hug Luna.

"I'm so glad you're here. Things are so different. There's less randos, Kells is so much chiller. I feel like you have my back on shit I was alone with before... It's just easier." She sighs as Luna squeezes her back.

Colson is a maniac and there are very few with can tell him what do to do, if anyone. Tours before this included much more vandalism, obnoxious antics and tons of random sex.

"No doubt." Luna assures Ashleigh from inside their hug.

"All finished." Michelle pops off with her supplies.

The three girls thanking the young employee. Luna slipping her a $100 tip, telling her she hopes she enjoys the show.

"Ugh!!! You're a genius!!" Ashleigh exclaims.

Arms wide, she inhales the fresh scent of clean as soon as they walk back on to The Bus.

Laughing, they collect their things before heading back into the Ambassador to meet up with The Boys.

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"Check it out!!" Colson comes bouncing up to Luna, fingers pointing at his new ink.

"Stand still." She instructs.

Grabbing her camera. She shoots the back of his head. After taking his picture, she studies his lines. They're incredible clean.

"It's perfect." She says, after admiring Kevin's work.

Pulling Colson in for a hug. She asks him how it felt as she rests her head on his chest.

"Yo, I'm not gonna lie. That shit fucking hurt." Colson whines into the top of her head.

"Told you. Like your brain was gonna jitter out of your ears?" She laughs against his chest.

Luna's mentioned the specific pain of a skull tattoo before. This is the first time Colson catches it. Pulling her away slightly, he gives her a cocked eye and furrowed eyebrows.

"That's exactly how it felt... How'd you know that?" He asks her, puzzled.

Luna takes his one hand and places it on the back on her skull. Setting it upon her tattoo.

"Feel right there? I have one for my mom." She explains.

"You lyen'." He teases her. "Lemme see."

"Okay." She shrugs with her arms still around his waist. "Remind me when we're alone. I don't like people knowing I have it..." She trails off.

Luna looks into Colson's eyes with One Look. Nodding, he pulls her back into him. Placing his chin back on top of her head.

It's not rare to catch Luna and Colson simply standing together in a hug. They do it often. Sometimes it's the only thing that quiets the madness surrounding them.

"You ready, Luna?" Kevin's voice invades their private eutopia.

Squeezing him tight. Luna tippy toes to kiss Colson. Throwing her long blonde hair in a top knot, she grabs a seat.

It's a small, slightly detailed piece. Taking maybe a 45mins once Kevin sets the stencil. Choosing a version of the cards they had sent to his fans, Luna gets the XX with a single rose. Behind her right ear. Sitting in the same spot as Colson's.

Kissing her cheek, Colson asks if she likes it. One Look and her beautiful smile tell him Absolutely. There's a special comfort in being able to talk to someone without words. Luna and Colson knowing they're lucky to have that.

The Boys come over to check it out before Kevin wraps it. Slim giving Luna his nod of approval.

"Still better than a stupid name." Luna smirks, sticking her tongue out at Slim.

Teasing him over his comment a few weeks ago regarding the couple's penchant for marking themselves for each other.

"Fucking LunaTic." Slim rolls his eyes and shakes his head at her with a light chuckle.

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With both new pieces being protected. Music, smoke and loud conversation fill the large suit. There's so many of them now.

There's The Original Eight plus Sam and Bullet. Kevin's there with a few Roadies and some random girls finding their way also. Alcohol flowing since Kevin first knocked on their hotel door.

Perched on the arm of the couch, Luna's feet are tucked under Colson's thighs. Sharing a joint, she asks him If This'll Change for Her, referring to the atmosphere and Casie.

Resting his arms on her knees, he takes a moment before he speaks.

"Kinda but not really.... You know I don't smoke in front of her and how she kicks it wit me and The Guys so that won't be different... BackStage won't be as crazy but we still gonna ride. It's like anywhere else. I don't hide who I am from my daughter, Loons, but I do wait until she's in bed to turn all the way the fuck up." Colson waits for her reaction.

Luna doesn't have kids so she has no basis in parenting. Only her uneducated, personal opinions. Still, there's something that makes her nervous for Casie to come on tour. She just can't put her finger on it.

"Sooooooo, party our fucking faces off tonight and tone it down while she's with us?" Luna asks.

Colson pulls on her chin to kiss her with a YUP. His sweet lips and words slightly relieve her worries.

"What are we doing tonight guys??" Luna turns, asking Their Crew.

Her words reminding Ashleigh of Michelle. Taking a moment, she leaves the room. Collecting the items for the fan's gift.

Everyone else is throwing out ideas as Ashleigh hands Luna a hoodie, card, Sharpie and packaging. She grins a Thank You.

With a small personal note and a quick explanation to a distracted but inquisitive Colson, Luna uses her knees as a table. Preparing the gift with care and his help as they rejoin the conversation. He doesn't know what he wants to do tonight as she passes it to Ashleigh when she finishes.

Slim wants to know if there's a strip club or gambling. AJ agrees. Baze wants to eat. All agreeing that's a necessity. Rook wants to get fucked up and skate. Ashleigh wants to check out Kansas City's Light District while Sam has been DYING to get into the large jar in The Bus's freezer.

"Let's do it all then." Luna interrupts them. We'll eat first. Grab slushies for dessert. Board over to The Light District for a few drinks... We'll probably be able to find out where the good gambling/stripping is from the locals and then head from there....." Luna throws out with a shrug.

Everyone in the room looks around at each other. Heads slowly begin to nod as the idea of the plan formulates. Devilish grins spreading across their faces.

Rook comes up from behind Luna.

"MAYHEM!!!!!" He shakes her to everyone's laughter.

Catching a nervous Ashleigh's eye, Luna points at her from across the room. Holding her finger in place while never breaking eye contact, she mouths her the words I Got You. A look of relief playing on Ashleigh's face as they smile at each other.

Benny looks at Bullet with an Are You Ready look. Bullet's been with Kells for a long time. Seen and handled a lot of shit with The Band. Yet, he hasn't had the experience of going out with a LunaTic and Her Gunn.

Deciding Yes, tonight will be a See All, Free For All. Rolling hard through Kansas City.

Agreeing to meet in the hotel bar, they split up for their own rooms to get showered and dressed for the night. Finally leaving Colson and Luna alone.

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Finding two shower caps for tattoo protection, Luna stands on the lid of the toilet, trying to put one on Colson. Her giggles tickling his ears from behind as they both stand shirtless.

After she hops down and is playing with her own, he suddenly remembers what she said earlier.

"Show me that tat." He requests.

Flipping her head over, she warns him to be careful of the new ink. It takes careful moments for him to fully make out what it is under her mass of hair.

"WARD?" He asks, only knowing Luna's mom died.

Lighting a joint, Luna hops up on the double sink. Patting the open space beside her for him to join.

Sitting together getting high, Luna tells Colson the story of the Life and Death Of Lizard Ward. Choosing to omit one KEY detail. Tonight's not the night for that. She hadn't even intended on tell him about her mother tonight, only choosing to because it blossomed organically.

"Yo. You come from some HARD ass bitches." Colson stares at Luna in awe.

Inhaling the last bit of their joint. She shrugs with a smirk before putting it out.

"Come on." She hops down, placing herself between his legs. "We gotta get ready." She says, pecking his lips.

Colson grips her nipple peircings, with his index finger and thumb. Pulling her in hard for a deep, sloppy kiss. Igniting a hungry fire inside both of them.

Careful of their heads and her gunshot wound, Colson lifts Luna up around his waist. Slowly sliding his huge cock into her tight, wet pussy as she moans for him.

"There's my dirty girl." He husks happily into her ear.

Gripping his shoulders and back as he thrusts himself into her bucking hips. Luna closes her eyes as they pound it out in the shower. Feeling herself about to explode, she wants to grab his hair. Frustrated, she bites down into his neck. Her moans vibrating his throat as she bites down harder, feeling her walls clench in orgasmic pleasure.

"FUUUUUUCK!!!" Colson shouts as he cums inside of her.

"Seems a little bit of pain, makes it feel really good sometimes....."

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To be continued....

[adelheidvonschicksal]

My emotions hurt you guys. I don’t know why I do this to myself.

I just can't say I don't love you 'Cause I love you, yeah

-

Don’t trust other people. Only interact when necessary.

That’s the code Katsuki tries to live by in this world gone wrong. Tried is probably the better word. Ever since he met you, he finds that he breaks a lot of his own rules. In his mind, he knows better than to trust some person he met on the road. Zombies only wanted one thing and that was to eat your insides out. There was no gray to that world, only kill before they kill you. Humans, however, he could never seem to figure out what was truly going on in their damn heads. Katsuki has seen the leftovers of too many scenes of trust gone wrong, too many bodies destroyed and safe houses looted by fellow humans.

Still, he had trusted you. Even though people were a liability, he followed you and your little group of friends. He couldn’t say for certain why he did. Maybe it was how your skills with a bow and knife were the best he’s seen, how you carried yourself just as well, if not better, than he did, or how the way your voice sounded so sweet and alluring when you asked him to travel together back to the house your group of three had made into a bunker. He can’t deny the fact that being alone for so long left him empty inside. His natural instincts called out desperately for companionship that it made your offer too alluring to turn down.

Katsuki can’t say he ever regretted a second of living with you. There were arguments and miscommunications as natural in any friendship, but that didn’t erase the times when you would sit next to him around the fireplace and lean your head against his shoulder when you were tired while the soft smile on your face made warm by orange flickering light would be aimed his way. Your lips were even warmer on his own right before your tongue would enter his mouth.

Now, that feature is cold and blue, and your body shakes on the bed the group had laid you in. Your eyes look up at him as he slides a rag along the crook of your neck, adding a little pressure to your wound. The bite keeps festering despite every cream and pill that he throws at it to try to find something that works or could delay it longer. 

“It’s gotten worse, hasn’t it?”

He grunts, removing the rag. “It’s just a nick. Go to sleep, and I’ll go try to find some more painkillers.”

You sigh and lean back against the pillow as Katsuki walks out and back down the stairs to hear the conversation he knew that would happen eventually. He stares and listens from halfway up the steps at your other two comrades.

“We’ll have to kill them soon.”

“Do you want me--”

“I’ll do it,” your first group mate says and takes the gun from the second. He turns and heads up the stairs, not bothering to address Katsuki as he tries to squeeze by the blonde.

Katsuki pauses him on the stairs with only a glare and a deathly low growl. “Where the hell do you think you’re going with that?”

“You already know where.”

“You’re not going to (Name)’s room.”

The boy scoffs, trying to continue on, and Katsuki pushes your group mate against the railing, grasping him by his collar so he doesn’t tip over. “It’s your fault (Name) is like this in the first place! If you hadn’t fucked around—“

Then, the second interrupts. “Bakugo, back off! We care about (Name), too, but we all know in a few days that won’t be our friend anymore.”

Katsuki sneers. If they actually cared, it shouldn’t have been that easy for them to accept that you were gone when you were still here. Katsuki pulls the gun away and shoves it in his belt before pushing your friend away with a serious threat, no, promise, “Fucking touch them, and I’ll feed your sorry asses to the hoard.”

The boy gasps before glaring at Katsuki. “Be that way, but you know we’re right.”

Katsuki pauses, ignoring the declaration before continuing out the front door to go search the town for any more medicine.

That night, you hear footsteps coming up the steps late. A weak groan leaves your throat as you hoist your body into a sitting position and wait. The first thing you see is the neck of a pistol pushing your door open before Katsuki steps in your room.

It was only a matter of time before this decision would be made. Your heart swells with fear as it sunk in that these were your final moments. The only consolation is that you get to tell Katsuki goodbye this way. You open your mouth to do just that but he cuts you off with an eerily calm demand.

“Come on. We’re leaving.”

-

You're scared to be lonely 'Specially in the night I'm scared that I'll miss you Happens every time

-

You don’t know how far you traveled over the coming days. Katsuki was the one to keep you up and moving towards the unknown to find a new safe house. 

Every day, you could feel yourself getting worse. You could start to see it in your tone that turned a sickly gray, the veins that protrude against the thinnest layers of your skin, and the only real warmth in your body was from Katsuki’s own when he touched you. You knew he could see it, too, but never did he say anything.

You couldn’t count how many times over this short period that Katsuki almost died because you were too slow to keep up in this state. Now, he spent most of the time hauling you and the equipment on his back. You felt like such a burden, but you were afraid to be without him for the short time you had left.

At this rate, you were going to get him killed. You didn’t want that even if that meant the end of your life.

-

Even though we're going through it And it makes you feel alone

-

“Katsuki, I’m tired.”

“We’ll rest in a minute,” he answers, and you sigh as he quietly trudges through the abandoned town.

“No, I’m tired of this...” you explain and slowly loosen your arms from around his neck to drop onto your feet. He’s forced to pause as you lean up against the side of a building for support. You suck in a shaky breath and slowly release. “We both know I don’t have another day in me so let me stay here, and you can go back to the safe house. I’m sure the others are still there.”

“You’re not dead yet so get up and let’s go, (Name),” he responds in frustration, but it’s really a different way to say he wasn’t going to leave you until your pulse officially stopped, regardless of how pointless it was to carry around someone who might as well be written off as dead.

“Katsuki, please, if it’s not today, it’ll just be tomorrow. I don’t want to wait until I change, I-I don’t want you to see me like that.” You cough fitfully into your fist before finally finding enough peace to speak again. ”I need you to kill me.”

“I’m not shooting you.”

He didn’t even hesitate to say it. He can’t imagine going back on his own, having to accept a life without you in it again, not after all this. You sigh, knowing that would be his answer. Slowly, you lift your arm and hold out your palm. “Then, I’ll do it myself. Give me the gun.”

“You’re not getting the damn gun.”

You glare at him, a curse leaving you. “Stop being an idiot! I just want to get this over with already!”

Katsuki yells, “What’s wrong with you! Stop trying to act like you’re fine with this!”

“I’m not!” you screamed back before quieting your voice down again and slumping down into a sitting position. The fat drops of tears finally escape your eyes, draining you of what little your human body had left to give. “I’m scared. I don’t want this to be it...I don’t want to be without you. I love you so much that it hurts to leave you. I’m sorry. If I hadn’t messed up, this wouldn’t be happening.”

You groan in pain as he sits down next to you. He drops the bags and pulls out the pistol from behind him. He presses his lips to yours, hard and passionate against your own that were too weak to give more than half of the same affection back even though you wanted to show him you felt just the same amount. 

Slowly, he pulls away, keeping red eyes in contact with yours. “It’s all right. I told you I’m not going to leave you.”

“Katsuki—“

He presses his back against the wall and leans his head against yours the same way you did when you’d rest in front of the fire together. Katsuki clicks back the hammer on the pistol, and you smile bitterly and try to hold back the last of your cries when he whispers his parting words,

“I’ll go with you.”

-

Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you

[punkscowardschampions]

Tommy & Meena

Tommy: [Late enough that the clean up is done and she could've potentially heard about some of the drama but not late enough that if there's a mcwalsh party whereby Ali gets knocked up that he wouldn't already be drunk at that feels like a starting point] Tommy: Cá mbeidh tú ag fliúchadh na seamróige? 🍀🧡💚 Meena: I was about to go down to the restaurant, just hang out there Meena: Caleb and Drew were going to some party but I was not invited so 🤷 Meena: What are you all up to? Tommy: 🍻🥃 Tommy: but the vibe's more drinking ourselves to death, doubt you want an invite either, like Meena: I think that's most people's vibe but they sound happier/more in denial about it...? Tommy: Yeah, it's casually cultural Meena: Yeah? Tommy: You're not feeling patriotic today? Meena: I don't really vibe it any day Meena: but that's not important Tommy: that's a no for the Irish dancing then, alright Meena: We can try Meena: I look even taller when I'm not allowed to move my upper body though Tommy: 😂 Meena: no leprechauns here Tommy: any 🌈💰? Meena: no more than normal 💔 Tommy: I'll be right there then 🌈✨ Meena: That's your superpower Meena: I don't know how 🍀🧡💚 Gus has gone, you'll probably feel more at 🏡 where you are Tommy: It ain't feeling very 🏡 but 💌 received Tommy: I'll stay put, feet & upper body Meena: Why not? Tommy: long story Tommy: you'll hear the short one at 🏫 probably Meena: You don't feel like telling it, understood Meena: is there anything I can do? Tommy: I don't know how to, more like Tommy: you'd redraft it before you were done with the 1st for being too Tommy: unreadable Meena: Nonsense poetry is my specialty Tommy: Yeah? Tommy: maybe you should've been there to roll out the welcome wagon for my new sister Meena: New sister? Meena: Oh, do you mean your mum's baby Meena: not baby now, from before Tommy: she definitely ain't a baby now Meena: So, she came and it went bad Meena: I'm so sorry, Tommy Meena: how bad are we talking? Tommy: bad as it gets Meena: Is your mum alright, I mean Meena: stupid question, but Tommy: It's a fair question & I wish the answer was yeah Tommy: or there was fuck all I could do Meena: That's terrible Tommy: I've gotta go back to school, how can I? Meena: For them Meena: sometimes all you can do is give everyone a small sense of normality Meena: even when you don't want to, or think you can't go on yourself Tommy: Ali can't hold down the fort all on her own, alright, she probably can, but she shouldn't have to Meena: She won't be Meena: she has Carly, and me and Ro and, loads of people, really Meena: I promise we'll all do what we can Tommy: Don't start me on Ro, she wasn't even there Meena: Where was she? Tommy: Fuck knows Tommy: I thought she might be with you Tommy: or your brother Meena: She wasn't with me Meena: maybe Drew but I doubt it, he's been out and about everywhere all day, obviously Tommy: she'll be at home then Meena: Oh, that's a bit Meena: I understand under normal circumstances the pub on St Paddy's is not her ideal place to be but as it was Meena: anyway, that's all to say, you don't need to worry about Ali, she has a good support system to support your parents and take care of Rocky Meena: do you have people YOU can talk to and lean on at school? Tommy: yeah, Carly's ace with him & Ali to have lasted this long, like Tommy: I ain't telling anyone at school about this, loads of 'em already think I'm trash Tommy: or come from it Tommy: they've got a point now Meena: No, they don't Meena: your family are some of the best people I know Meena: you're not anything to be ashamed of Tommy: Everyone around here knows that Joe would be your brother's best customer except he don't carry the right stuff & now loads of 'em also know she's as bad, nah, worse Tommy: & that together they're Tommy: I can't even fucking go there Meena: People shouldn't judge him by that, never mind you as his family Tommy: They do though Tommy: keeping my mouth shut about it at school is my best option Meena: as long as you can express yourself and have an outlet through your work, I can't say I blame you Meena: you don't have to tell everyone everything Tommy: or anything Tommy: 🩰 will do Meena: I shouldn't say anything against words, given who I am and what I want to be but Meena: a comfortable silence can be preferable to words you're unsure of, words that hurt, or that you don't want to speak into existence Tommy: Yeah, I'd take an uncomfortable silence over that too Tommy: everyone's hurting & unsure enough Meena: if it's good enough for Maya Meena: 🤐 Tommy: I didn't mean with you Meena: You can always talk to me Meena: no matter the quality or quantity of your words Meena: you know that Tommy: okay Meena: but no rush on it Meena: obviously Meena: and I won't fill the silence with total nonsense, like Tommy: but those poems are your speciality Tommy: self proclaimed, like, but still Meena: Rude to doubt me Meena: 🥬🐢🐌👑 Tommy: Gimme one then Tommy: best shot Meena Though some at my aversion smile, I cannot love the crocodile. Its conduct does not seem to me Consistent with sincerity. Meena: 🐊💔 Tommy: He is basically a 🐍 with feet Tommy: You 🖋 that? Meena: Sadly not Meena: I'll try to write something as appropriate scathing for your brother Tommy: Or as 💔 for me, yeah? Meena: Of course Meena: what could be better to cheer you up? 😏 Tommy: as a feel good goes it's obviously unrivalled even by 🍻🎵💃🕺 Tommy: that's the level of your talent Meena: You're either that drunk or you wish you were...code red either way Meena: you could come to the restaurant though, if you actually wanted Tommy: Get ahead at waiting tables for when the West End fucks me off & over Tommy: good thinking Meena: Please Meena: your name is already in lights, I can see it Meena: 🤩 Tommy: as you said please, I'll come Meena: manners maketh the man do what you want? Meena: interesting Tommy: works on this one Tommy: how much of a man I am is up for debate, usually Meena: People are idiots Meena: and too invested in stuff that doesn't affect them whatsoever Tommy: like you said, practically a local celeb at this point Meena: still, what's going on in your tights is just not their business Tommy: that's such a you way to put that Meena: I'll choose to take that as a compliment on me having a consistent voice Meena: though the alternatives are 🤔 Tommy: take as I miss you Meena: Are you back for long? Tommy: Nah, they ain't that patriotic either Tommy: I shouldn't even be here, wouldn't have been if she wasn't coming Meena: That's shittier Tommy: maybe JC is trying to keep me humble before I get too 🤩 Meena: It's Patrick that needs to make a second coming to banish your brother 🐍🐍 Tommy: he's already done that himself Meena: Oh, that was the purpose of today then? Meena: I get it Tommy: if he had one Tommy: might have just been out of his 🧠 on whatever 💊💉🥄🚬 Tommy: or worse so 😍 over her that's all that he gives a shit about besides the above Meena: Wait Meena: he's what? Tommy: you'll hear about it soon as you get back to class, they were doing it for everyone to see Tommy: her purpose given what it did to my ma Meena: Jesus Meena: that's Meena: you're right, no words Tommy: at least he one upped Fraze, I guess Meena: does make that situation seem totally run of the mill in comparison Meena: I have heard it happens Meena: when people who are related but estranged meet Meena: it's like a thing™ Meena: not that that helps you personally, obviously Tommy: Really?! Meena: [sends articles like nerd] Tommy: fucking hell Meena: It's crazy Meena: like you know there should be some strong emotional response but you kinda get it fucked up or something Meena: I don't know, science isn't my forte Tommy: nor mine, but if anyone would get those kind of wires crossed, it would have to be him Tommy: Jesus Meena: at least he didn't have a wife and kids to leave or something like some of these people Meena: it's really sad Tommy: you didn't see her though, she's like Tommy: terrifying Meena: I don't think they have to be a hottie but it probably helps in some cases Tommy: 😂 Meena: how so though? like what was she like Tommy: Alright so if they were putting a modern twist on Frankenstein's monster for the stage she could play that, but she'd need serious anger management first Tommy: electroshock wouldn't be far off, funnily enough Meena: Okay, that does sound scary Meena: even if looks can be deceiving, is the moral my own life has hit home hard, sounds like the insides matched so Tommy: It was like if you took every teenage horror story my ma has told us, scraped off the sugarcoating and then mixed that with the worst shit Fraze has ever done when he's on one, you still wouldn't come close to the mark Meena: I know the sort you mean Meena: no matter how well Drew and Caleb think they do with protecting me, I've had plenty of people approach me asking for them, messing with me Tommy: this once I'm gutted you know what I mean then Tommy: 'cause fuck that Meena: mostly it's the former and it's stupid little kids who want some weed or pills, that's just annoying but yeah Tommy: you know boxing's footwork is dead easy, I could teach you what my dad taught me Tommy: any time you want Meena: thanks Meena: at least my height would finally work in my favour, right? Meena: better reach Tommy: bigger 🎯 too remember Tommy: you have to keep your guard up to protect that face Meena: sounds like you're saying I'm 🌚 Tommy: 😮 Tommy: that's awkward Meena: *frantically googles how to shrink head* Tommy: nah, it's awkward 'cause you grew into your head ages ago & I didn't throw you a 🥳 or anything Tommy: must of happened all of a sudden or without me realising Meena: grew into it?! Meena: so I was a bobblehead before, thanks so much 😂 Tommy: only slightly Meena: I'm only slightly 💔 then Tommy: don't be, it was endearing Tommy: you were a cute kid Meena: okay 👵 Meena: no need to patronize me Meena: my head is only literally big, not metaphorically Tommy: come on, a 🍭 is a great look Meena: Better than a pea-head Tommy: or a 🍐 head like I've got Meena: it's distinguished Meena: be gutted you don't want to be a character actor Tommy: nice save, you can teach me ⚽ when we're done with 🥊 Meena: Sounds good to me Tommy: 👍 Tommy: [show up boy cos the restaurant can't be that far from the pub surely] Meena: [have a nerdy but more chill time, Gus loves everyone he's a good egg, I say you should go to this party for the drama of it all sod it] Tommy: [agreed x 2 the restaurant would have such a nice vibe when Drew and Caleb aren't there which they obviously aren't rn and then yeah we can get more messy with it] Meena: [okay so the plan, we having a lovely time (given the circumstances tonight lol) then her boyf shows up] Tommy: [I just picture her bf being so underwhelming like no offense but he'd have to be someone that Tommy didn't clock on socials so when he realises he's like oh and then dials his campness up to 1000000 being that gay BFF stereotype which she would pick up on immediately cos that's not how he is with her except when he's hiding behind it cos things are uncomfortable between them. I just imagine him raiding Ali & Carly's makeup and wardrobe and making the gayest cocktails he can and getting Meena involved and stealing her attention] Meena: [he wouldn't be and he's also lowkey an arsehole as per her type so he wouldn't be all ❤ on her socials anyway, but all this can be a thing 'cos not seeing the gay boy as a threat and probably wants to get drunk so] Tommy: [don't beat him up Tommy you don't want her to think you're doing it for Drew and Caleb like reasons] Meena: [at least we know you two are distracted] Tommy: [thanks for also getting Carly and Ali involved in your gay antics because we all need whatever fun we can get] Meena: [until you gotta go pregnant Ali] Tommy: [lord, I hope Tommy has left by then] Meena: [lordt] Tommy: [casual 3way with your missus and the less attractive drug dealer in town] Meena: [thank god your genetics are solid underneath that mess boy] Tommy: [and we know Rio looks like Ali anyways] Meena: [you do alright out of it kids] Tommy: [it could be so much worse] Meena: [blame your dad for your insecurities grace] Tommy: [and your evil nan] Meena: [junie is just #unique like no one looking like you boy, the closest is fraze as your uncle] Tommy: [unless he looks like Caleb's dad because we don't know him] Meena: [who can say baby] Tommy: [anyway take a moment to appreciate all the Tommy and Meena dancing everyone, giving you that for free] Meena: [love that] Tommy: [soz shit bf he is a threat because their chemistry especially when they are dancing is ridiculous goodbye] Meena: [deffo gonna get mardy at that and go off to have an argument] Tommy: [are you happy now Thomas? Thought not] Meena: [awkwarddd] Tommy: [get drunker boy that'll totally make it better and not worse] Meena: [cry in the bathroom that's a mood] Tommy: [ruin your make up, oh babe] Meena: [everyone else is so wrecked you'll fit in] Tommy: [by not doing drugs you're one of the least messy] Meena: [exactly dr phil] Meena: [the next day] Meena: Have a safe flight back Tommy: Cheers, I'll probably just 💤 Meena: Can't blame you Tommy: did you get any? Meena: Yeah, I'm fine Meena: had to get up early to clean the restaurant though so not as much as I'd ideally want Tommy: had another 🌱🍏🍈🥬🌿🍐🥝🥒🌼 juice, yeah? Tommy: that's pretty patriotic, you know Tommy: better late than never, like Tommy: throw 🍊🍑🥕 in there too & you're sorted Meena: Yeah, I bet EVERYONE in this fair nation is starting a juice cleanse this AM, not having a fry-up, nah Tommy: 😏 Tommy: green eggs & ham would keep you in theme Meena: 🤢 Tommy: fair 🍳🥞🧇🥓🥐🥯🍞 then Tommy: take your pick Meena: are you gonna post it to me? Tommy: be messy if you're having 🍳 or 🥞 but saves me having to use any words Meena: Probably best to stick to non-perishables Meena: best option for us both, like Tommy: Yeah Meena: How was it, this morning Meena: before you left Tommy: how you'd expect Meena: Yeah Tommy: Bea has to leave too so Fraze's dramatics will take centre stage for a sec but Meena: Distraction is probably the best technique for right now Tommy: worked last night Meena: I bet the parties you have in London are even better Tommy: only 'cause we 🩰 ain't supposed to be partying Meena: and what's more fun than prohibition, sure Tommy: forbidden 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍌🍉🍇🍓🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍🥥🥝 juice is my fave, can't lie Meena: 🙄😏 Meena: enjoy Tommy: you're not supposed to give me your blessing, sucks the fun right out Tommy: forbidden, remember Meena: I'm not a teacher Tommy: yeah you are, whenever Anne needs you Meena: Okay, smartypants Meena: there's nothing I could teach YOU Tommy: not with THAT attitude Meena: 🤨 maybe next time Meena: bring your own 🩰 Tommy: & 🥊 Meena: a look Tommy: the 🩳 are too Meena: what do you wear on your top half though Meena: leotard? Tommy: lads don't usually wear anything to show off 💪 Meena: Who are you showing off to? Tommy: The other lad of course, name a sport that ain't homoerotic Meena: not when you come back here Tommy: when I come back here most of all Meena: no boys in my classes Tommy: Anne's been a letdown from the very beginning, what can I say? Tommy: you're on your own, Meeps Meena: I'll survive Tommy: I know

[friskynotebook]

'Cause All That You Are is All That I'll Ever Need: A Carrison Fanfic

So. I was planning on doing a mini-writing spree inspired by Carrie Fisher’s The Princess Diarist (and I’ll still be writing all of them, don’t worry), but life got in the way, and it ended up taking me almost two months to write this.

I was actually planning on finishing this before Christmas, but with Carrie’s and Debbie’s deaths, my motivation just wasn’t there. But I’m not letting the plausible verse die, and don’t worry—Carrie and Debbie don’t die in this universe. They aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The prompts for this fic were, “Happy 40th anniversary, sweetheart” and “He gives her the gold band with diamonds.”

It’s set in my plausible verse (duh), where Harrison and Carrie slowly fall in love after his divorce from Melissa. This takes place in May 2016, right after Carrie comes back from Cannes. There’s not much you need to know, but if it helps, they married in spring 2011 (exact date TBD). Also in this verse, the child Carrie miscarried in the 1980s was Harrison’s, and there is a passing mention of it in this fic.

The title for this fic comes from the Ed Sheeran song “Tenerife Sea,” off his album “x.” You can listen to it here.

Special thanks to @hewouldve for her excellent beta skills and @thecarrisonfiles and @titasjournal for their support. Shoutout to the Slack fam for the general handholding.

This is RPF, and I don’t mean to offend anyone with this story.

Finally, I own nothing. Nothing. You don’t want to see what number shows up in my bank account. If anyone wants money from me, I’ll help you look for it because ya girl needs to buy groceries.

Without further ado, on with the show!

Harrison climbed up the stairs, carrying a tray of saltines, ginger ale, and ginger tea. He sighed as he reached the top step. This is not how I thought we would spend our anniversary.

He was exhausted, but whatever he felt was nothing compared to what his wife must be feeling—she’d been awake for half the night throwing up whatever was in her stomach and then some. Every hour like clockwork, Carrie would rush to the bathroom and violently cough into the cool porcelain toilet—even if nothing came out, she dry-heaved until her body simply exhausted itself.

And every time she had to go, Harrison (and Gary) would run right after her, kneeling down on the cold tiles beside her, holding back her hair, rubbing her back in soothing strokes. When she’d stop, he’d carry her to the sink, sit her on the counter, and press a cold cloth to her forehead while he brushed her teeth. Then he’d carry her back to bed and hold her, Gary pressed between them, as she fell into a fitful, moan-filled sleep until the whole cycle started again.

Now, finally, she seemed to be on the mend. Earlier that morning, she’d thrown up for the last time—vile, bitter-tasting medicine—and quickly fell back asleep when he carried her back to their bed. She woke up a few hours later, woozy and lightheaded, and Harrison figured she was ready to try eating and drinking.

Harrison turned his body and gently nudged the door open, walking into their bedroom and placing the tray on Carrie’s nightstand.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, kneeling down beside the bed. “You ready to eat something?”

She turned her bleary-eyed gaze towards him, smiling softly. “Okay,” she replied.

He helped her into a sitting position and placed the tray on her lap. Before he moved to his side of the bed, he kissed her forehead. Her fever seems to be breaking.

Carrie nibbled on a cracker. “Thank you, baby,” she mumbled, absently petting Gary as he lay beside her.

“Of course, honey.” He crawled into the bed. “Have a little ginger ale,” he coaxed.

She finished her cracker and took a sip of ginger ale.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

She swallowed. “A little better. Tired. My head hurts.”

He ran his hand along her thigh. “If you can keep the crackers down, I’ll get you some aspirin,” he promised.

She gave him a small smile and reached for another cracker. “Okay,” she agreed.

Harrison watched her as she ate, ready to help her to the bathroom if her stomach protested the crackers.

Carrie caught his glance. “I’m fine, sweetheart. My stomach’s settling,” she reassured him.

He blushed, turning his gaze away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like it when you take care of me,” she confided, nibbling on the cracker.

“Good, because I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t let me look after you,” he replied, a wry grin crossing his face.

She returned his smile. “You’d probably go crazy,” she chuckled lightly, finishing the cracker and reaching for a third.

He pressed his lips to her temple, gently stroking her skin while she chewed on the cracker.

“I’m sorry about this,” she murmured, swallowing her food.

“Sorry about what?” he questioned.

“Being sick, ruining our anniversary.” Carrie took a sip of ginger ale, not looking at her husband.

Harrison brought a long finger to her chin and turned her head to face him. “Sweetheart, you’re not ruining anything.”

“Neither one of us has slept and you’re exhausting yourself looking after me,” she rambled, her eyes wide.

“Baby, I like taking care of you,” he said softly, a small smile on his face. “If you weren’t sick, this would be the best anniversary we’ve ever had: me at your beck and call, you resting in bed all day.”

Her lips quirked upwards. “Still, I wish we could have done what we planned—walking around Larchmont Village and dinner at some hole in the wall Italian place . . .”

“We can do all that when you’re better,” he replied. “They’ll still be there when you don’t feel so awful.”

Carrie leaned forward and kissed his nose. “I love you.”

Harrison pressed his lips to her mouth. “I love you more,” he rumbled, pulling away. “I should get that aspirin for you.”

She squeezed his hand as he crawled out of bed. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiled, escaping to their bathroom. He went to the medicine cabinet and quickly located the right bottle, frowning when he heard rustling from their bedroom.

“Carrie, are you alright?” he asked, stepping back into the room to find his wife bending over her side of the bed.

She turned back around, hiding a box behind her back. “Yeah, I am, honey—just getting your present out.”

He crawled back into bed with the pills. “Sweetheart, we don’t have to do that today.”

Gary’s butt pressed against Harrison’s arm as he sniffed the box behind Carrie’s back. “I want to,” she insisted. “Let’s salvage the day somehow.”

“But I won’t have anything to give you when we do celebrate,” he returned.

“Then buy me something else,” she teased, her eyes sparkling.

He grinned, kissing her forehead. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

She smirked, pulling Gary away from the box and settling him in her lap. “Nope.”

Harrison snorted. “If you insist.” He went to his underwear drawer and pulled out a small box, hiding it in his pajama bottoms pocket.

“Open mine first!” she insisted as he crawled back into bed.

He turned to her with a small smile. “Hand it over, Fisher,” he rumbled.

Carrie gave him a long, slim jewelry box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

He untied the ribbon and gasped as he lifted the lid. Two sterling silver dog tags caught the light, showing off the engraved messages. The first tag had “Carrie & Harrison 1976” written in cursive writing, but it was the second tag that brought tears to his eyes. He ran a long finger over the engraving—the first initials of their children in the order they were born, with “unborn child” written below.

“Carrie,” he choked out, his eyes shining brightly. “Carrie.”

“You like them?” she asked softly.

He shifted himself to face her, then carefully pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t love them more if I tried.”

She smiled against his mouth. “I wasn’t sure what you’d think about the . . . kids one.”

His lips brushed her temple. “It’s perfect,” he whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I’ll have them with me, always.”

Carrie pulled back, gingerly wiping his cheeks. “Good,” she breathed, unable to say more.

“Thank you so much,” he sniffled.

She moved forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re welcome.” She cleared her throat. “My turn?”

Harrison moved back to his side of the bed and slipped on the dog tags, taking a moment to run his thumb over the engravings. He reached into his pocket, pulling the box out and handing it to her.

Carrie sat up and grinned, practically bouncing in the bed as she opened the box. Gary climbed closer to her, sniffing what she had in her hand.

“Harrison,” she breathed. Inside the box was a rose gold band with diamonds encrusted in the Greek key design. She ran her finger lightly over the design, almost as if she was afraid to damage it. “Honey, this is gorgeous.”

“Take it out,” he encouraged, stroking her thigh.

She turned to him and raised an eyebrow, removing the ring from the box. Inspecting it in the light, she saw the engraving, her breath catching in her throat.

“What does it say?” he rumbled, nervous for her reaction.

“Carrison,” she choked, tears springing to her eyes. “You engraved it with Carrison.”

“It’s the right one, right?” he asked. “I wrote it down when you showed me the final draft of your book, but I wasn’t sure—”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, cutting him off. “It’s perfect,” she whispered, repeating his words from earlier. “I’ll wear it every day.”

“You don’t have to . . .”

“I want to,” she insisted, placing it on her right hand ring finger.

He cupped her cheek and kissed her again. “I love you so much.”

“I’ll always love you more,” she teased, smiling. “And I’m always right.”

He barked out a laugh. “Yes, you are.”

She pulled them both back against the bed, pushing aside the boxes as they rested in each other’s arms, her head against his chest. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” he rumbled as Gary flopped on his legs.

“Not just for the ring,” Carrie clarified. “For the past forty years.”

He squirmed a little. “I’m sure they weren’t all that great for you. I could have treated you better.”

“Stop that,” she gently insisted. “You always did the best you could—and you never intentionally hurt me or anyone else.”

Harrison knew they’d been over this countless times before, but it weighed on him with their anniversary. “I wish you never had to hurt at all.”

“Shut up,” she growled playfully. “I don’t regret any of it. I wouldn’t trade these forty years for the world.”

He smiled softly, reassured for the time being.

“Well,” she hedged, “if you really want to make things up to me . . .”

Harrison raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“We could watch some of the Real Housewives,” she grinned.

He chuckled and reached for the remote. “Sure, sweetheart.”

She turned on the TV. “Smart man.”

He snorted. “If Mama’s not happy, nobody’s happy.”