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alt3rl1fe-electriclady · 2 years ago

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II.

In the town of Cotrille, time seemed to have moved back for quite a number of years. Phones still needed wires, all televisions had antennas, news still came first from the paper (which everyday everyone had already before the sun could go up). When June first arrived, it felt as if she had stepped into some alternative dimension in a wrong process of time traveling into the past. If it was up to her, the first visit was enough for a lifetime. She's not one for change and she hated having to adapt living here twice a year to visit Lawrence's grandmother. She never told her husband that she couldn't understand why he insists on bringing her along for these week-sometimes two-long visits. Carleen Bronswicke felt strongly about her. You could tell by the way her face morphs into one of narrowed eyes, flared nostrils, and pursed lips at the sight of June, or even the slightest reminder of her existence. Yet, with what has happened the past month she now welcomed Cotrille more than ever. For once, she didn't mind Carleen's quiet but meant-for-her-to-hear scoffs upon entrance in any room her in law was already in; nor did she mind using the tv and spending more time with the no signal screen than actually watching a channel. Actually, that part felt pleasing and satisfying to her. As if she and her husband were stuck in their own bubble, the only existence that mattered was theirs and nothing else. She was away, far away.. from the mobs downstairs her apartment or her own face in big vinyl banners. When she visited the only coffee shop of Cotrille yesterday, the aged barista made no indication of June Raidord being even the slightest bit familiar- not even hearing a mention once perhaps from the radio. The ignorance of the people towards her status that she's now noticed more than ever motivated her the following morning to make a coffee run- for her, Lawrence, and even Carleen. Unfortunately, the bright summer sky had betrayed her and by the time she came home, the though of pouring coffee all over her body to recreate the feeling of a needed hot bath had already crossed her mind twice.

"You did not put enough creamer" Carleen called out to June as she followed Lawrence up, who drew her that needed bath.

As she laid on the eggshell clawfoot, bubbles up to her chin, the thunder started bringing a sense of relaxation upon her. It felt more like muffled background noise with soft thumps on the window from the raindrops, the harshness ignored. Afraid to close her eyes, fall asleep, and drown, June studied the ceiling instead. Noticing some paint cracks and a cobweb at one corner, her mind goes through a series of multiplication of her thoughts. It felt as if with each thought that came out, two came from that, and two would come from each of that, and it continued endlessly until she learns to choose which one to stay on. Perhaps she could start the events following her birthday. Lawrence really was as apologetic as he had said, and the following days after February 19th was a train of flower bouquets, breakfast in bed (usually with dessert), and spontaneous visits on shoots. Honestly it felt like the early days of their relationship. Though he was still only nearing his big break at the time while she was already established, she was the one doing surprise pop-ups and it was in her old penthouse that they woke up looking at each others faces. The flowers were always his thing though, and when he had spare time there would be a card. After work or during her off days, she'd go with him to the studio. Occasionally helping him write some lyrics when he's stuck, or usually he'd teach her how to play the keyboard. Then they'd go home, have dinner (sometimes in opposite order), and make love. Lawrence later got an opportunity to perform a private concert for a prominent family, and June remembered how excited he had been telling her about it.

"You should come along" he said by the end

"Really, you think so?"

"Oh yeah, definitely. I've never been to Georgia, and neither have you, we should experience the first time together- as a family." his addition of family sent a warm feeling through her heart.

"I suppose I could come, but I still have that important project on the day you leave. You'd have to wait for me."

"I don't think Mr. Surameli would be happy with that, but maybe I can make it up to him" June took note how his face darkened at the thought. She knew he would do it for her, but she didn't know just how much he'd regret it.

"Here's an idea. How about you go on ahead so you come on time, and I'll get on the jet as soon as I'm done."

"Sound good" and finally his face brightened up again.

That moment reminded her of how easy it was to read Lawrence. He tried so hard but his heart was honestly was part his sleeve, at this point it was at the tip of his fingers if that made sense. Although they were only going to be apart for less than a full day, June acted as if he'd be gone for three. Clinging onto him every chance she got and showering him with extra love. On the day he flew out, she spent her entire morning updating him over the little things via text- she liked imagining his face later when he got signal again and started reading each of them. Wearing a sleek white coat with a comfortable jumpsuit inside, colors matching her headband, she took on the day and tried not to look forward too much on seeing her husband again. Perhaps we're too clingy she thought on the walk or I'm too clingy. Quentin's office was a 35 minute walk away from June and Lawrence's home. It was sleek and practically in its entirety, made of marble. The only flowers he liked were blue hydrangeas and so the place was full of it. Ignoring the receptionist, June headed straight onto the elevator to the middle floor. Another thing about Quentin is that he's scared of heights and was horrified learning the top people resided on the top floor. He kept it as a secondary office for big name visitors to head on to and he's pretend for awhile that he does regularly work there. So far, only Olivia Knowles has been caught up in it. Upon her entrance in his office, the short man looked up at her quietly for a moment. Studying her, and what was around her. Instinctively, June felt her defenses go up.

"What?" she said sharply.

"No Lawrence today? What's next, aliens have landed into our humble city?"

"He flew for work." she says as she rolls her eyes, and adds on "if you care so much, you should know I am following and seeing him later tonight."

"You mean tomorrow. I'm pretty sure the fastest flight is 14 hours."

"Did you make me come here to talk about flight hours?"

"Of course not. Here's the address of that project I told you about." He says as he searches a s small pile of papers. "Sorry about giving it late, the office has been a mess ever since Christine left."

"It's fine. Thanks."

Back to the city's streets, June walked with her mind barely with her body. It was running at least a thousand steps ahead of her, getting to the shoot first perhaps so it can come back and help her prepare for any situation that could possibly arise. She's a horse with blinders now. Counting in her head each block until she reaches the place; occasionally, cursing herself for not getting a ride but with the traffic in this city she could probably take a nice long bath first and still somehow arrive on foot before the car ever could. There seems to be an invisible pathway just for her. Yet, instead of continuing down to the headquarters of THE TABLE, it abruptly ended on the tip of his foot.

"You again" were the first words uttered of surprise. It was him again. Back at that party, the elevator, the smile that leaves you wanting more. Unforgettable face.

"Normally, people say "I'm sorry" after bumping into someone on the street but I suppose I'll be nice today and accept that."

"I'm sorry"

Brief silence followed and after some thoughts, June had decided it was time to go. As one foot stepped forward though, and another, his voice broke the ending silence and opened their window once more.

"Make it up to me. Buy me a drink"

Taken aback, thoughts of walking away and pretending not to have heard him crossed June's mind. It felt insane. They met once and she didn't even catch his name, yet he's already entered her home.

"Oh I'd like to, but I have an important work thing to get to and after that I'm flying out to my husband." is what she should've said. It's what she thought; but somehow her lips could only form one sound

"Yes."

It didn't even make sense in the context. Even if she had intended to say it. Still, he took that yes as an answer. And before she could fully grasp the decision she made and the situation she's placed herself in, her third bourbon had already slid its way down her throat. Cassian he said his name was. It was also on the card he put the tab in, yet somehow she felt she didn't know his name at all. When he told her, she almost laughed out loud to herself. She didn't think he looked like a Cassian. Damon, if she had to guess. When she told him such thought, he laughed in disbelief and ordered another round as he declared her too drunk for her own good. Jokes exchanged, conversations got too serious at times, small remarks here and there. It was so public and shameless, a situation June has detested in her life. Somehow, still, tonight it was of no matter. He took her to this place where no one cared, and nobody bothered to. It wasn't normality that she craved and got, it was the total nonexistence of her existence. Everyone here was nobody. The bartender would be a philanthropist the moment he stepped outside, another customer would be a pop star overnight. For a brief moment she looked at that singer and thought how much Lawrence would hate it here. He loved the limelight, practically basked in it. She wondered once if he'd die without recognition. It was a clear difference between them which made several, including June herself and her mother, wonder if the marriage was really compatible. It didn't help that they only knew each other a few months before settling down; but now she believes no matter what happens it was a decision never to regret. June wonders if she were to regret this night with Cassian though. Careful not to trust the feeling of freedom, watching the doors and waiting for everything to come back crashing down even stronger. The night was long and though the two were oblivious to it, the boundaries of two strangers (one married, and the other ) having a drink blurred and cleared several times. At last redefining itself this time permanent as she stumbled into the soft couch of her penthouse foyer- her flight missed, her husband waiting.

Whispers of A Town That's Seen It All

Stories are passed through generations in a distant coastal town where once an unforgettable woman lived to leave the chaos that came to being herself.

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thruheavenandhighwater · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 2,932

Series Summary: Eddie left Hawkins in 1986 with no reason to ever return. But now, a few years have passed and life has changed. Eddie finally returns home and has to deal with everything he left behind, including Steve Harrington. This story starts in May 1991.

Chapter Summary: A peek into the Munson's future together. This takes place in 2008.

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"We're gonna be late!" Eddie called up the stairs for the third time in five minutes. "Listen, I know I'm cooler than Dad, but you don't have to be exactly like me, Lu!"

Lucy bounded down the stairs with a smile. Her hair and makeup were done, dress on, shoes in hand. She sat on the bottom step and slid one tan sandal onto her foot, fussing with the buckle as she did her best to fasten it as quickly as possible.

"She's not exactly like you, babe," Steve said, rounding the corner to join them at the stairs. "Lucy's graduating on her first try."

"And you're not cooler than Dad," Lucy said as she stood from the step. "I just tell you that so you'll let me borrow the car."

"I've been doomed to live the rest of my mortal life in a family of really mean, not funny comedians."

As much as Eddie whined and complained when Lucy and Steve would gang up on him, he wouldn't trade it for anything. The past seventeen years with them had been the best of his life. Probably the best years ever, if he were to guess.

Eddie and Steve had become official two days after Eddie kissed him in front of his uncle's house. Three months later he and Lucy moved into Steve's apartment. Then, once Lucy was old enough to need her own room, into an even bigger apartment. And finally, in 2001, they bought their forever home. It wasn't anything fancy. Two floors, three bedrooms. But it was theirs. They were even able to get themselves a dog. Not a golden retriever, to Steve's dismay. But a big, hyper German shepherd that Lucy had named Sully. Their life was perfect.

Together they'd seen it all. Lost baby teeth and skinned knees. Lucy's first crush and school dances. Even a trip to California the year Lucy found out about "gay days" at Disneyland and absolutely insisted they all go as a family. "You guys are gay!" She said almost too excitedly, earning exhausted eyerolls from both of them. "It's like, meant for you!"

They'd only heard from Billie twice since that November day in 1991. Once, when Lucy was six she'd tried to take Eddie to court again. But when her lawyer showed up and she didn't, the case was dismissed. And then earlier this year she'd found Lucy online and wished her a happy 18th birthday, two weeks after her 17th birthday. It had hurt Eddie to see her so upset, clinging to Sully as she asked her dads why she didn't have a mom like everyone else's.

But through it all, their little family stayed strong. When Wayne fell at work and cracked a rib, Steve was there every morning to check on him. And when Steve's mom passed away from liver failure, Eddie had held him every night for eight months while he mourned a woman who had been out of his life by her own choice for nearly a decade.

"Call your grandpa and tell him we're on the way," Steve said as he opened the door to usher Lucy and Eddie outside. He loved both of them more than anything, he really did, but the Munson gene of being habitually late to everything was not going to work. Not today.

Once they arrived at the high school Lucy had just enough time to run inside and slip into her rented green robe. Eddie, Wayne, and Steve bid her goodbye and good luck, each of them giving her a hug before watching her walk through the glass doors of Hawkins High.

The ceremony itself was exactly the same as Eddie and Steve remembered. The principal led the faculty out onto the stage, where they all sat in a line of folding chairs behind him. He gave a speech, more or less the same speech he'd given at every commencement ceremony he'd ever done.

"And now," he said, the microphone cracking with feedback as he picked up the stack of note cards he'd been reading from. "The valedictorian of Hawkins High School class of 2008, Lucy Munson."

Eddie and Steve stood from their seats immediately. They both clapped and loudly shouted as they watched Lucy walk to the podium. Wayne clapped along with them, staying in his seat and tucking his cane between his knees. Eddie didn't even try to hide the few tears that were falling down his cheeks as he watched his daughters brown curls bounce over the shoulders of her green robe. He felt Steve's arm wrapped around his back. He leaned his head onto his shoulder, wiping his cheeks. The two sat down as Lucy cleared her throat, leaning away from the microphone just like Eddie had taught her. He placed his hand on Steve's knee with a sigh.

"How did we raise a valedictorian?" Steve asked. He could hear the pride in his voice.

"No idea," he answered quietly. "More importantly, how the fuck is Higgins still principal?" Steve giggled, pressing his cheek into Eddie's hair as Lucy began to give the speech she'd written.

"To all of the family and friends with us today, I want to say thank you, from all of us, for being here. It wasn't an easy road for any of us, and I think I can speak for everyone when I say that it means a lot to us for you all to be here."

"She's good," Steve sighed.

"She gets it from me," Eddie answered with a shrug.

Steve laughed just a little. He turned his head, his lips resting atop Eddie's head. He closed his eyes as he kissed Eddie's hair. It took everything Steve had not to cry. He listened to Lucy through the speakers, talking about her teachers and her memories of her time in school. But all he could think of, all he could see in his mind, was Lucy at six months old. The day he met her. The day he knew that he was going to love her for the rest of his life.

He heard her start to talk about prom and how it was the last time their class would all be together, hearing the smile in her voice. He remembered eight months ago when he took her to the small bridal shop in town. The way her eyes lit up just like Eddie's did when she found the perfect dress to wear, a baby blue strapless gown. He remembered the way he and Eddie had both shed a tear the exact moment her dates car turned the corner.

"And finally, before I hand the ceremony back over to Mr. Higgins, I want to take a moment to thank the men who raised me to be the person I am today." All three of them sat at attention when they heard her sniffle into the mic. Steve turned to face the stage just in time to see her reach up and wipe her nose before resuming her speech.

"My dads, Steve and Eddie Munson. The best dads anyone could ever hope to have. And my wonderful, funny grandpa Wayne." Lucy sniffled once more, taking a deep breath as she looked up to the stands, easily finding her family in the front row.

"I'm lucky enough to be loved by the three most incredible men in the world. I was raised in a house full of music, and fun, and terrible jokes, and love. From Sunday night football with my grandpa, to dinner time dance offs in the kitchen with my dad. Even having to listen to Anthrax while my daddy taught me to drive last year."

By now even Wayne was getting misty eyed. Eddie nudged him with his elbow, smiling as his own tears fell freely over his cheeks.

"They have always done so much for me. My entire life none of them have ever told me 'no.' Perks of being the only child and the only grandchild," she joked, earning wet giggles from the three of them.

"But the most important thing they've ever given me was my attitude. My adventurous and hardheaded spirit. They worked together for the last seventeen years to teach me that life… Man, life is though. But Munson's are tougher. And for that, I want to loudly and proudly say thank you. And I love you all more than words could ever say. Thank you."

There was not a dry face to be found among the Munson family as Lucy took a step back from the podium. Eddie's chest swelled with pride as he watched her walk across the stage, down the stairs and to her seat. Lucy was happy. She was healthy and thriving in a town that he had tried so hard to get away from.

The following afternoon was Lucy's graduation party. Steve stood at the grill in their backyard, burning hotdogs and burgers for their friends. Eddie was playing his favorite role, busy housewife. He was in and out the back door a thousand times. Bringing more meat to Steve for the grill, refilling drinks, opening fresh bags of Doritos.

"Daddy, relax!" Lucy called from the picnic table she was sat at with her friends. "Sit down and eat something before dad yells at you."

Steve clicked his tongs twice in her direction. She was right and everyone at the party knew it. Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically and picked up a green paper plate from the stack on the food table. He sidled up to Steve and bumped his hip into him.

"Scared of your daughter?" Steve asked with a smile as he turned a row of hotdogs.

"No," Eddie scoffed. "Scared of your daughter. She's mean when she acts like you."

"Sometimes you need to be humbled," Steve answered with a shrug. Eddie smiled as he wrapped one arm around Steve's waist. He turned to look over his shoulder. He saw Lucy surrounded by her friends, laughing as one boy snapped off pictures with his new digital camera - a graduation gift.

"She's a good kid, huh?" Eddie asked, his eyes still on Lucy. Though she was nearly grown, he had a hard time looking at her and seeing anything other than the half bald little baby he'd brought back to Hawkins seventeen years before.

"She's an awesome kid," Robin stated matter of factly, suddenly standing on Steve's other side. Eddie jumped higher than he thought was possible, muttering a string of profanity under his breath as he begged his heart to stop beating out of his chest. Robin laughed, shaking her head as she held her plate out in front of her. "Man, that never gets old. Honestly, though, you did a good job on her."

"What about me?" Steve asked, his mock offense almost seeming real.

"I watched her drink pickle juice out of the jar when she was nine," Robin told him, her voice suddenly very serious and monotone. "I have yet to be given a reason that that wasn't your influence at work."

Steve scoffed and dropped a burnt hotdog on her plate. "The only influence I've had on her is that she brushes her hair every day. Other than that, poor girl is all Munson." Eddie let out a small laugh, his smile bright as he looked down to his feet. Steve nudged his shoulder with his own, pulling his attention back to him. "But, I guess there are worse things."

Lucy's party spanned the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. All of her aunts and uncles made appearances, bringing with them hugs and cards and congratulations. Lucy spent most of her party alternating between spending time with her friends and running around with the kids who were, for lack of a better word, her cousins. Watching her play hide and seek with Max and Lucas's twins was nearly enough to bring a tear to Steve's eye.

Eventually, the sun began to set and their friends and family slowly started to trickle out. Lucy hugged Will and Jack goodbye, ruffling their daughters hair as they turned to leave. As they walked around the house to their car Lucy walked over to where her dads were standing with Robin, watching the last few embers of the grill die down.

She had her hands clasped in front of her as she walked. She ducked her head, revealing the best puppy dog eyes Roane County had ever seen when she finally looked up at Eddie. The picture of innocence.

"Daddy?" She started quietly. "Can I pretty pretty please stay the night at Lindsay's?"

Eddie looked over her shoulder to where the friend in question was sat on a patio chair, anxiously watching the interaction. "Dunno, kid," Eddie started with a sigh. "It's a Sunday. Don't you have school tomorrow?"

Lucy immediately dropped the innocent, pleading act and turned to Steve. "Dad? Please?" Steve looked from Lucy to Eddie, who was wearing the textbook definition of a shit eating grin.

"Oh, be nice," Robin admonished him, landing a soft smack to his shoulder.

"Fine," Steve relented. Lucy bounced on her toes, Lindsay stood from the patio seat behind her. The girls ran into the house, Steve calling out behind them. "We're doing thank you cards tomorrow!"

A few minutes later Lucy reappeared in the doorway. She stuck her head out and announced that she and Lindsay were leaving.

"Get your ass over here," Eddie told her. She rolled her eyes, set her bag by the door and walked towards her dads and her aunt. "Just 'cause you think you're grown now don't mean you can get out of hugs, young lady."

Lucy hugged each of them before retrieving her bag. She turned back to them, "Love you guys!" She called out, waiting for a chorus of the same sentiment in return before letting the door fall closed behind her.

Eddie leaned into Steve's side, hugging him close as they listened to the girls leaving for the night. Steve wrapped his arm around Eddie's shoulders, pulling him tightly to himself and placing a kiss to the top of his head. "We should make a new baby," Eddie sighed. "Ours is old now."

"We haven't had any luck yet, but I do love trying," Steve answered, his voice low as he purred the final words. Eddie lifted his head only enough to capture Steve's lips with his own.

"Disgusting," Robin gagged dramatically.

"Don't you have your own house you could be at?" Eddie asked, dropping his forehead to Steve's shoulder.

"But I wanna hang out with my husband," she whined. "And my husband's husband."

Eddie sighed, moving to hide his smile against Steve's shoulders. "That joke hasn't been funny for like, 15 years."

"It was actually never funny," Steve asserted. "It's always stupid. Can't believe you thought I'd marry her."

"It was funny for a little bit, baby," Eddie told him softly.

"It was kinda hot that you got all jealous on me," he relented. "I liked seein' ya get all squirmy on that stool when you thought you didn't have a chance."

Eddie smiled up at him as the sun continued its descent in the distance. He moved forward, kissing him softly. He heard Robin groan behind him. He felt Steve smile into the kiss. For a moment he considered putting on a show, just to annoy her. He moved his hands to the hem of Steve's old t shirt, his skin soft and warm against his palms. Just as he was beginning the move up towards his chest, taking the cotton with him, she spoke up.

"Okay, oh my god," she whined. "I'm leaving. At least wait until I'm out of earshot to start your nastiness, please."

Both men hugged her tightly before she rounded the side of the house. They listened, waiting for her usual send off. They heard her car door close, then the engine roared to life. "Peace out, husbands!" Before she backed out of the driveway and turned left towards home.

Steve and Eddie began to clear up from the party. Eddie followed Steve around with a trash bag, holding it open for him. They moved the grill back to its spot on the back porch. Eddie complained about having to eat leftover hot dogs for a week as they packed away the uneaten food. He was placing a plastic bowl full of Wayne's famous potato salad when Steve appeared suddenly behind him.

Steve placed his hands on Eddie's hips. His lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of his neck. His hand began to move, his fingertips dipping into the waist of his jeans.

"I got a hot dog for you right now," he whispered.

Eddie shivered against him. "I hate that I'm already in love with you," he sighed. "That was the worst fucking pick up line I've ever heard."

"But did it work?"

"Yes, but I'm homophobic now."

Steve chuckled, his lips curling into a smile against Eddie's skin. He pulled his hands away from Eddie only long enough for him to turn around. They heard the refrigerator door close behind them as Steve led Eddie upstairs. They both giggled as they almost tripped over Sully, sleeping at the bottom of the stairs. Once they were upstairs, in their bedroom at the end of the hallway, they were like kids again. Neither said as much, but both of them knew that no matter what, they'd always be those two early twenty-somethings who were hopelessly in love and trying to figure out life together some seventeen years ago.

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Oh, how I've loved sharing this story with you all. I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this. Also! I used my own baby pictures for this because it felt weird to me to try to find pictures of random children online. Please appreciate how cute I used to be 😅

I'm going to make an official post in a few days, but I figured I'd let my loyal readers know first. I'm not at all ready to leave these boys and their little family behind. So I'm asking for requests for them! If there is anything you'd like to see the Munsons get up to, please let me know!!

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serenityseventeen · 4 years ago

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Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Fifth Letter

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To: Kwon Soonyoung

From: Y/N

Hello, Soonyoung.

It hasn't been long since we've known each other. I know that now, after the semester of Junior year ends, we won't be able to see each other. The only way I was able to see you was because we took a performing arts class together this semester. Next semester, after winter break, I'm taking music.

I want to tell you this but even now, during winter break, I'm still not sure. Maybe if we had more time to spend together, I would have the courage to talk to you and develop a better relationship with you. I'm not sure if you know, but I think I liked you. Or, I admired you at least.

Soonyoung, you may be the craziest boy I've ever seen in my life. When I took performing arts with you, you were timid at first, which I found cute. Now, you have no trouble talking to me at all. I realized that once you talk to a person once, you can talk to them a million times again. Thank you for talking with me.

You're cool. Whenever someone in the class feels discouraged because the teacher is being strict, you always remind them that it's fine and you nicely correct them. That happened to me too. I know that I'm probably not that good at dancing but because of your help, I could find the difference of very small details like which angle I'm facing, the angle of my hands, all that. You're sharp and concise when it comes to dancing and that makes you cool.

I appreciate you for helping me dance. I'm quite a hard worker so whenever I couldn't get something right, I would keep practicing. Everyone would be resting at the side when it was time to rest, but I couldn't rest unless I perfected a move. Thank you for always dancing with me. I know you're always tired after dancing but you manage to make it seem as if you're always full of energy and sometimes, you really are filled with energy.

I think the reason for falling for you was because of your personality and how you took care of everyone. You were a kind guy that wasn't afraid to stand up for other people. My heart especially fluttered when I saw you asking the teacher to stop yelling at the students for not getting the moves right. I like you a lot and respect you too, Soonyoung.

I also really liked how you danced. I still remember that first time our teacher put on some random music and asked us individually to freestyle. Almost everyone didn't know what to do so we just moved our bodies. I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete idiot while freestyling at first, right?

Well, compared to you, all of us seemed like complete noobs. The way you read the music and moved your body to the beat and rhythm of the song you heard for the first time was mesmerizing. Whenever I think about it, my jaw always drops. You were so cool and my heart was racing. Your hand movements were sharp and the amount of body control you had was truly amazing, Soonyoung.

That's the true reason why I wanted you to teach me to dance. That's the true reason why I asked you to watch my freestyle. I admired you so much, Soonyoung. I really respected you and your dancing. I felt so inspired by it.

I just know it, that day when I walked up to you in the classroom, fumbling with my hands, I must've looked like a complete weirdo, right? Since we didn't talk much, I didn't expect you to remember my name. I don't know if you saw me blushing, but I was.

“I have a request... Can you watch my freestyle?”

Your flustered expression was really cute. Your eyes widened a little and I think I saw your ears turn pink too. You went like “hm?”

When you watched my freestyle, I'm sure you were disgusted, but I'm thankful that you didn't walk say because it probably looked as if I had no potential to be a dancer (yes, this made me fall for you as well). You helped me learn to read beats and continued to tell me which parts of my freestyle were good. You taught me a lot of things regarding freestyle and quickly, I was able to find my style and improve overall as a dancer.

You also started recording me dance. I was shy at first, but I'm thankful you did it. I don't know if you still have the videos on your phone because we don't communicate outside of school, but I hope you don't have the ones when I was still beginning to freestyle!!! Gosh, it's like haunting me just thinking that you still have the videos!!!

I also want to thank you for this hehe... During the days when we were given free time to dance, talk, and practice, I saw you dancing to SHINEE. I want to thank you for that. I was just practicing my freestyle but then you invited me to learn a dance by SHINEE. When I first saw their dance, I was immediately hooked. You then taught me slowly, step by step, for the days when we had break time. Now I know so many SHINEE dances that I've begun learning to dance to different kpop songs in my room.

All this time, I've just been talking about how kind, caring, and cool you are because that's what I thought of you. You were so cool, Soonyoung. I admired you but I also know that I liked you. To me, you felt like a friend but at the same, it seemed like weren't close enough to be that. We were hovering in the middle of classmates and friends.

I'm pretty sure that you don't think of me the same way I think of you. To you, I'm probably like a pupil. We got along well though. I got to see your cool side through dancing and you also had a shy side too. When you finish performing your freestyle and realize everyone's looking at you in awe, you get so shy. I don't know but I find that so cute.

It was a bit of a pity that I only saw you once every few days a week. I wanted to see you more often and possibly, we could have been dancing buddies too. I've learned to love dance because of you. If only... Sadly, we aren't in the same classes this semester. I sort of predicted it.

The school is pretty big so seeing you isn't easy. Plus, aside from learning dances together and caring for each other as classmates, we didn't have anything special, did we? I mean, whenever you moved my arms while behind me, I'm pretty sure that I was the only one who had my heart racing. Seriously, you shouldn't do that to people! I don't think you're aware of how attractive you are, Soonyoung.

Each time you hover behind me and take my hands or stand behind me to help me adjust my arm's position, I always get flushed with butterflies. Like, you could do it from the front, but the back brings you so much closer to me that I get so flustered. Every. Single. Time.

You're close enough for me to smell your scent, hear your breath, and feel your breath on my neck. It's extremely ticklish too. Do you know that I like you!?

I find it to be a pity that we didn't have any classes together aside from the dance class. If we did, maybe we would have gotten a bit closer to each other. I don't only want romantic relationships that's not even my goal with you. I want to be your friend and dance buddy but we still aren't close enough for that, are we?

So, if I ever happen to bump into you again whether it's in the hallways or by pure coincidence, I don't think I'd be able to say something to you. Sorry, Soonyoung, I'm a coward. I'm constantly driven by the negative thoughts and the possibility that you don't think of me as a friend or dancing buddy but just someone who learned a dance from you. I'm still extremely grateful to you though and I won't care if your true intentions for teaching me were to train yourself. I still like you a lot even though I'm sure it'll fade.

To me, you don't seem like a bad person. You seemed to always be passionate and genuine about dancing. You're kind too. I liked you a lot because you were genuine, passionate, bright, and kind. You were cool, inspiring, and showed me so many new things.

I know this letter to you had mainly just been contaminated with me telling you how grateful I am toward you, but trust me, this is a love letter to you. I did like you. I liked you because you showed me new things and because of all your other qualities. I don't know, I'm a confusing fool.

In the end, we are probably just like strangers to each other, but that's okay. We only spent a semester together, meeting twice a week, so knowing you would have been equal to not enough time anyway. Because I'm sure you probably don't like me the same way I like you, I can rest assured in my head that this letter would just make you proud of yourself. Of course, you should be proud of yourself.

I'm glad that I met you even if it was just for a little while.

Time is seemingly hating me but I can end this letter off with a smile.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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6/20/21 - 7:10 pm

a/n: I'm going to post this love & letter series to my Wattpad as a separate book instead of in my seventeen imagines book. + I went down day6 memory lane and started listening to their songs again... I love them so much too + I'm excited for even of day comeback!!!

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 4 years ago

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The Joan Jett Quartet

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: NC-17 BDSM, extreme language, consensual bondage and paddling

A/N: Decided to do a short series of erotic drabbles based around Klaus x Reader during his first year with Destiny's Children. They'll be "Tied" together with "Do You Wanna Touch Me There?"

Tag List: @robertsheehanownsmyass @frogs--are--bitches @firstpersonnarrator @elliethesuperfruitlover @rob-private @forenschik @super-unpredictable98 @bisexualnathanyoung @messengeronthemoon @magic-multicolored-miracle

Book 2- Bad Reputation (Klaus x Fem!Reader)**

There was no doubt you had been on a complete power trip after your tryst with Klaus and the table. Smug satisfaction on your lips everytime the two of you passed one another in the mansion. You held your head high while all he did in return was roll his eyes and shake his head, cheeks flush.

The last straw for Klaus was one moment when you passed one another on the stairs. You held your fingers up in a V-shape in front of your mouth, snaking your tongue in and out obscenely. He grabbed you by the wrist and yanked your body flush with his. Your heart raced with desire as those exasperated eyes glared at you.

“You've been telling others our secrets,” his voice low.

“Of course. They're my friends, and they are interested in why The Prophet keeps choosing me to meet behind closed doors. I didn't know it was a secret, ” you grasped his neck with your free hand and tightened so that your nails dug into his skin, “these proclivities.”

There was a sharp intake of breath as Klaus visibly shook under your grip. An erection twitched against your hip and grew the tighter you clutched. Then suddenly lifted your chin upward. His thumb pressed hard into the bone so you could only look him in the eye.

“If I wanted any of them to know what gets me off, I could've asked any number to play with me. I'm pretty fucking sure they'd be better at it, too. Uppity bitch with your uninspired tit fucking. too good for the strap-on unlike Jill and Kitty.”

Your heart fell and pounded in your ears the entire way down. But you remembered yourself and him. How the game could start any time he felt up to it. An unspoken contract the moment you agreed to restrain him and dominate him. This was just payback because you made Klaus human to the other Children.

“It's my turn to play”

Your face was hot with want. There was a wetness between your legs at the thought of it. His lips moved centimeters from yours so you could breathe what he exhaled. Your hips ground into him.

“Bring a blindfold,” Klaus instructed. “I'll bring the paddle”

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You stood in the living area of Klaus’s wing. You shifted from barefoot to barefoot in a large sweater and your underwear. Your hair twisting and untwisting around a finger without thought. The sleep mask you brought as a blindfold laid out on the arm of the sofa. You shocked yourself that the sight of a paddle, makeshift in haste from a kid’s toy, turned you on.

“Can't say sorry for being late,” The sound of Klaus’s voice made you jump out of your skin. A sly grin spread across his face, “Nervous, doll?”

He stood in front of you now, that long beard gone and his hair wrapped up in a bun. “Couldn't get the fucking thing off. (It was fake) At least that's one secret you've kept.” His hand ran down your arm and waist around to your ass which he rubbed all too briefly.

Now Klaus leaned in to kiss your forehead and cheeks before lifting your chin so that his lips could meet yours. “You totally get that you're one of two people I trust in this room?”

You looked around assuming he meant himself. “Yes.”

“And you get that I've been mostly myself with you.” You nodded an understanding. “Good girl. You definitely fucked that up by gossiping about me, so I have GOT to punish your insolence. Can't have you squawking to the other chickens in the henhouse that the fox enjoys being pecked.”

Klaus laughed at his own metaphor. Not maniacal, in an honest giggle the way he did when he found himself truly humorous. You loved that about him. He could command attention with his “sermons,” but in your bedroom the nights he came to you? He thrived on making you smile.

His face became serious again, “This isn't some master slave bullshit either. I was raised by servants, and trust me it fucking bothers me. Mom, a bit mechanical as she was, managed fine on her own.”

Klaus was lost in thought but shook his head. He made his way behind you and spoke in your ear, “I just like playing with you. You choke me and fuck me while I lose consciousness. I spank you and make you swallow my cum until you learn to keep secrets. And if you're good, I'll fuck you too.”

The breath caught in your throat at how casual he was. How he brought sexual freedom to you and the others. Nothing was too perverse as long as everyone agreed, and you consented to this eagerly.

“Good. Now the safe words,” he fitted the sleep mask down over your eyes, “are Spice Girls.”

“What?” you snickered.

There was a swift open handed slap on your ass that stung beautifully, “Correct response is?”

“Yes, Prophet.”

“I want you to take your sweater off, but as you do stand with your feet slightly apart. Then bend forward.”

The chill in the air caused your skin to goose pimple as soon as your sweater left your body. You complied, unable to tell which direction Klaus was coming from. Your heart raced with excitement.

As you leaned forward, his hand caught you by the throat. The other warm and flat on your back. He ran it over your spine and to your ass which he rubbed before he gave another slap. This time even harder to your delight. When you didn't flinch, he repeated himself. Harder still. Once more before he dipped his hand between your legs and rubbed your sex through your panties.

“I figured you may enjoy the same things I do. Look how wet you already are, and I haven't even used the paddle. And this ass, honestly there's so much to work with. More men should appreciate a thick one.”

The friction of Klaus’s hand picked up as he kept working you through the fabric. Then he withdrew it and that pleasured sting came one more time. Harder. You choked on a moan.

Over the backs of your thighs now and over the hips his hand went. “These hips too. Perfect for when I want to ride you like we're dogs or tease that little asshole.”

That part wasn't really a turn on to you. When Klaus played with you there, unable to switch off how he might please a male lover from a female.

Your thoughts fell away as that roaming hand took hold of your panties and removed them. The hitch in your throat as you felt him tug you forward with the hand on your neck. Klaus massaged your naked sex with the palm of his hand. The heel found your clit and pressed into it before you knew he had pulled back and raised his hand. He brought it down with such force on your bare ass that you lurched forward. It was wet.

“Now you're quiet?” Klaus inquired. “I wonder how long the chicken can go before the fox makes her cluck?”

There was a rush to your head as he righted you. He unhooked your bra and removed that too. Klaus pinched your nipple. Then the other. He traced the erect skin with a fingertip. Your back arched because his body leaned into you. The loose tendrils from his bun splayed across your chest as he bit the top of both of your tits. Still no sound.

“You're tits are, like, the perfect fucking size for how large my hands are,” each word emphasized by a hard squeeze as he roughly kneaded them.

Without warning, Klaus dropped them and dipped his fingers inside you. He pumped them deftly in and out, circling your clit and worked it until you started to pulsate. He drove you just mad enough.

“I can't believe how fucking wet you are. Do I make you cum?” Klaus’s fingers moved quickly and your legs started to shake. “Do I punish you some more?” Fingers out of you, hand on your throat to swing you forward again so he could spank you somehow even harder. Once. Twice.

“Or do I sit and watch you fuck yourself until its time to suck me off?”

Still bent in half, Klaus pushed his fingers deep inside and pumped them again. Assaulted your clit. “No, I'm too hands on.”

Then a white heat filled your core and spread. Your sex constricted around Klaus’s fingers as you came. A loud squeal turned moan echoed off the walls. He held you steady by the neck as he rubbed out a second orgasm and made a tsk tsk sound.

“Guess I've got my answer. More insolence when I wasn't ready for you, and you broke your silence!”

You couldn't even comprehend Klaus’s next move. He stood you up and then bent your arms so your hands were on the back of your head. The position when you're under arrest. You could feel his bare chest against your back, erection just beneath his linen pants in your ass.

Klaus held your hands to your head and stepped away from you. Three swift hits to your ass, “I knew you wouldn't keep quiet long.” Each word again emphasized the rhythm of his punishment.

You took a chance, “Please forgive me, Prophet.” Your body shook with endorphins.

“Debatable. Can’t exactly talk with a mouthful of my cock now can you,” Klaus was still holding your hands above your head. Free hand that spanked you reached around to pinch your nipple another time.

This was the first time you realized he had yet to kiss you. That was so personal. This was.. you weren't sure. But once more thoughts escaped you as he pushed you blindly forward. His hand in your head dug into yours and your hair.

Once your knees came into contact with the soft velvet of a chair, Klaus stopped. He let go of your hands and gestured for you to drop them. He left you momentarily before returning to your side. His hands brought leather around your neck to the front and pulled a bit to tighten it but not the way he can handle. Cold metal against your spine.

“It's a collar and restraints. I get to control just how much of my cock you take in and you won't be able to stop me or help yourself. Next time you'll choke on the gossip like you will me.”

Klaus’s voice was low in your ear. His lips were inches from your skin. Goatee and mustache brushed against your neck as he locked your hands into the cuffs attached to the chain. He knew how that drove you fucking mad and blazed a trail with his chin and lips across your collarbone and shoulder without actually kissing you. Your arms straight down, hands near your ass.

You gasped out loud this time; an insufferable moan left your mouth. The collar tightened when the sound escaped your lips. Klaus laughed. His gin soaked breath filled your nostrils briefly before you were yanked to your knees. His hands twisted up in the back of your head once more and he held it tight while he freed himself from the pants.

Klaus sat down in the chair with his legs spread enough to maneuver you between them. You knew he used his spare hand to hold his stiff cock in place as he tugged your head forward towards it. The tip lost in your cleavage.

“I have to give you credit. Letting me tit fuck you was such a thrill. It's so tight in here, reminds me of your cunt. Then you can swallow my dick until I cum,” there was a shrug to his tone now.

Still he began to thrust his erection back and for in your tits. Klaus’s hips lifted off the chair to connect with your chest. He anchored himself with you and kept going. You could feel the head of his cock hit your neck, slick with his own fluid. He started to growl under his breath the faster he bucked and squirmed. Your sex reacting without thought with a notable swell.

“The tits are so fuckable,” he writhed. Looks like The Prophet had a new favorite type of foreplay.

Suddenly Klaus switched on you. “Open your mouth,” he commanded as your head was wrenched forward.

You complied, and Klaus shoved his cock so deep in your mouth it hit the back of your throat. You gagged momentarily and he cried out in ecstasy. You let your throat do it again.

“Keep doing that,” he pushed you onto him even further if that was possible.

Then Klaus pushed you up and back. His hands forced your mouth to do what it could on its own. You bobbed up and down on the shaft, wrapping your tongue around it on the process. His grip slackened so he could caress you instead.

“Like that. Now lick it and just the head.”

Again you kept repeating the instructions. Your jaw hurt and muscles began to ache, but you knew The Prophet’s cues by now. One more deep-throated constriction and..

Klaus exploded in your mouth. The salty liquid hit you and you swallowed only some. The rest you held knowing what would happen if you spit it out. So the moment he let you sit back, you assumed so he could adjust himself for another round, you turned your head and spit.

“Did you just fucking spit when I told you I was going to make you swallow my cum?” his question bordered on furious. A finger hooked through a loop in the collar and he heaved you up off the floor so you stood. Your body marveled at his strength. Your sex reacted accordingly.

“Just when I thought she knew how to behave, the little chicken showed her true self. Get on the chair and bend over my lap. Ass up, face down on the arm.”

Cautious to hide your eagerness, you did your best with your hands chained. Still you managed and bent over Klaus. The velvet soft under your knees and face resting into it. Your sex pressed against his cock as it stiffened a second time.

There was a brief moment of self confidence that you managed to hide the blindness made you nervous. You had a general idea most of this evening where Klaus was positioned or coming from, but it was that uncertainty that slicked you with wetness. The anticipation of his next move. The ultimate trust in someone who literally fell out of the sky.

Now that move was Klaus leaning over then a sensation of smooth wood on your bare ass. The other hand tangled itself up in the chain along your back. Tightened just a bit so the collar did the same. Another gasp for air and Klaus’s erection poked into you, strained against your pubic hair.

“You broke the rules by spitting,” the paddle came down on your ass several times. “You broke the rules by laughing at me earlier,” words punctuated by the delicious sting at every other word. “And you broke,” this time he took the edge of the paddle and swiped it between your legs. Delved between your folds to hit your clit just right. It wasn't rough, but it was enough so you understood.

“MY TRUST!” now Klaus bellowed. A hard paddle to your ass and the back of your thighs. Had no longer choked the chain. Instead he pinched your nipples alternately as he punished you.

Klaus brought the paddle down harder still several more times. The force of it pushed you down onto his cock. He thrust a bit up at the motion so your hips came together and apart. It was doing something to you besides making your legs go weak. You ached and throbbed in your cunt, longed to be penetrated. It wouldn't come for now.

“I'll give you a chance to apologize,” now Klaus let go of your tits and pulled you by the chain so your back curved. Your face off the arm of the chair. “Turn in my direction when I'm talking!” Paddle collided with your tender skin.

You moved best you could towards Klaus’s chest, “I'm sorry Prophet.”

“For?” Paddle gone, he gripped a handful of your ass and dug in.

Sharp intake of surprise breath. You rolled into his cock. “Gossiping, Prophet.”

“I can't hear you,” open-handed slap. “Red is definitely your color.”

“FOR GOSSIPING, PROPHET!” you cried out loudly.

“Fine,” indifference in his voice, but his cock said otherwise. “My arm is tired. I want you to fuck my thigh.”

You stumbled and nearly fell as you got off the chair. Your legs waived with chemicals from the paddle and prior orgasm. Now you managed towards Klaus’s lap, straddled his leg and sat astride. You situated your cunt on his thigh and started to ride him in earnest.

You found it difficult to balance as you undulated yourself back and forth. Balance off slightly until Klaus held you steady. Helped you rock powerfully into him. The friction and heat from his body drove you insane as you rode with abandon. You were already swollen as you ground as hard and fast as you could. Klaus’s hands, spread out over your back. His fingers ensnared by the chain.

“That cunt of yours is so fucking wet, like you're sliding on ice. Careful your clit doesn't burst just yet,” he teased.

Then without warning an incredible hard crack to the ass and it was too late. You shuddered violently and screamed out as you rolled yourself through the orgasm. Breasts heaved as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I'd be disappointed,” Klaus’s mouth close to your neck and collarbone once more. Facial hair just touched the surface of your skin as he held you down. “But wait until I tell the other Children how she loves being disciplined.”

Then you were on your feet so Klaus could probe you. He played with your clit to elicit another orgasm. That sting of a hand to your skin forced another explosion.

You collapsed into his chest but instead of catching you, he simply started to undo the cuffs and chain. He turned it around expertly and wrapped your hands up around front. Handcuffs locked, forearms together which he tied together and hooked into the collar. Your arms tight to your chest.

“Now get up. You're gonna get fucked.”

Then Klaus did something that both shocked you and turned you on. Where the strength came from you still don't know, but everything about him was otherworldly. The rush of him lifting you off the floor to throw you over his shoulder was powerful. The quick sting of exquisite torture that you just weren't sick of yet followed by that infectious laugh signaled his demeanor changed entirely.

“I can't believe you've fucking kept up,” he tossed you on the bed.

He rolled you face down, cuffs undone and arms forward so he could lock them to a headboard. “There's no one else who could. They can barely manage orgies. Ought to give my sex swing a go next time” Klaus mumbled and climbed up behind you, your hips and ass lifted skyward.

The head of his cock teased the crack of your ass, which he spanked as a reminder. Klaus tested your trust by slipping just a bit inside that space where no one was ever allowed. You cried out but not in pleasure as he tried.

You never thought it would happen, but you just weren't ready. “Um.. Spice Girls?” It was a question muffled by a pillow.

Klaus stopped, “Excuse me?”

“SPICE GIRLS!”

“I thought as much. Can’t ever know till you try to fuck someone’s ass.”

Then wordlessly Klaus plowed into your ever-slick cunt. His hips hit your ass and filled you to the hilt. Over and over he pounded you with a furious speed. Periodically slapping you with such extreme force that the pillow encompassed your face.

“This hot, tight cunt fits my cock so well. Fucking snug and able to take all of me.”

Klaus grabbed your hair and bent your neck back as he kept at it. Welcomed pain deep inside from his cock practically inside your stomach, or so it felt. Suddenly he pulled out and came on your back and ass, warm and sticky all over your raw and bruising skin.

Later: the two of you with arms and legs tangled up together. You snuggled into Klaus’s chest, a sweetness as your mouths meshed. His hands soft as they ran over you after having applied a cooling lotion to your welts and funny enough, bent to kiss them tenderly.

“Next time, Prophet-”

“Klaus.”

“Right,” you smiled. “Next time it's my turn, and I THINK you're gonna get pegged.”

Klaus leapt out of the bed with almost childlike glee. “I'll show you how to wear it.”

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fics #klaus x reader smut #klaus hargreeves

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spencers-dria · 4 years ago

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Trauma

Someone To Stay Ch. 9

Spencer x fem reader

It's been several weeks since Y/N and I started our weekly movie nights. After starting Harry Potter we decided that we would keep watching our way through the series until we finished them. Last week I was out of town on all of her days off, but tonight we get to watch our favorite together, Prisoner of Azkaban. Seeing as we both love Halloween, this doesn't come as much of a surprise.

Last time I had asked to borrow her Harry Potter cookbook. As a surprise I've been cooking pumpkin pasties. I normally don't do much cooking, but this was well worth it. Movie night has become incredibly casual, so i slip into some purple pajama pants and a black t shirt before driving to her apartment. We decided movie nights would all take place at her apartment, seeing as she had the nice TV with a decent sound system. I had previously spent almost all my time reading, so all I had was my mom's old TV tucked away in the corner, only used when I felt the need to binge Dr. Who.

It's not long before i'm knocking at her door, warm snacks ready to go. She opens the door and looks down with a huge grin.

"Are those what I think they are?"

I nod, glad to see she's excited about them. After a moment I notice a pleasant smell wafting from the kitchen.

"You made something too?" I peek my head into the kitchen hoping to discover the source of the scent.

Y/N pulls out two mugs topped with foam, smiling like a giddy little kid. We both take a sip, and I feel the warmth filling me up as I take in the drink that tastes like Autumn in a cup. I've never had butter-beer before, but this is perfect. I look up to see whipped cream coating Y/N's upper lip, and based on the laugh she's holding back, I would guess I am sporting the same foam mustache. We both bust out in laughter. Something about spending time with Y/N makes me feel like a kid again. I know I can share my knowledge with her and she actually encourages me to do it quite often. But she also makes me feel like I can be goofy and silly and just have fun. I had almost forgotten what that feels like.

After we each curl up on our end of the couch with blankets and pillows, I can't help but realize how happy I have been having her as a friend in my life. Something about this realization pulls my mind in the opposite direction, and I suddenly find myself remembering why happiness feels like such a long forgotten stranger...Maeve. The name had not crossed my thoughts in weeks. This realization leaves me with a guilt that sits like a pit in my stomach. Before I know it, I am no longer focused on my favorite Harry Potter movie, but am spiraling into a dark hole once again. I lose myself so far into my thoughts that I almost don't notice that Y/N has stopped the movie and is staring straight at me.

I turn to her. "What is it?"

Y/N furrows her brow, a deep look of concern filling her eyes.

"Spencer, you're crying."

"I am?" I reach up to feel the wet streaks left behind on my cheek. I hadn't even realized. Now not only have I been crying in front of Y/N, but she knows something is wrong. Knowing her, she won't let this go so easily. I also doubt she'll buy any lie I try to feed her. She may not be a profiler, but she sure knows when someone she cares about isn't being genuine with her.

Luckily, she must also know me better than I realize. She doesn't push me too hard for information. She scoots over to my side of the couch before laying a hand on my shoulder. I keep my eyes glued to my lap, avoiding eye contact as best I can. I'm afraid that if I look into her eyes now, I'll completely fall apart. Something about telling your friends about your trauma makes it very real, and I don't want to relive that day, not again.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm not sure..." I answer honestly.

Instead of pushing me, she moves her hand to rub my back as we sit there in silence. Something about the kindness of this gesture finally breaks me. I let my head fall into my hands as tears start streaming down my face, and I don't even bother trying to stop them. I can't hold this back anymore, not from someone who's become like a best friend to me.

We sit there just like that for several minutes, Y/N silently rubbing my back, me crying like a big baby. Part of me feels embarrassed, breaking down like this, but the other part is too tired from holding all of this back to even care anymore.

Finally, I think my body has run out of tears when I hear Y/N say "What can I do? What do you need?" It's so quiet I almost miss it.

"Her name was Maeve." I am surprised to hear the words leave my mouth. I glance over to Y/N to gauge her reaction, but she's only sitting there, listening patiently.

"I started getting these headaches. They became so crippling that they started affecting my work. It scared me because...well my mom is schizophrenic. I guess I have always been a little paranoid about showing symptoms. The doctors ran tests, labs, scans...everything they could think of. As a last resort I reached out to this geneticist. After a bit of correspondence, it wasn't difficult to see that she was brilliant. She seemed to enjoy keeping in touch, so we would write one another letters. We eventually started calling one another. But...she had a stalker. She didn't know who it was or what they wanted, but she was scared. That's why we wrote letters. And I only ever called her from telephone booths, never the same one twice. I ended up sharing a large part of my life with her... One time before hanging up the phone she even said "love you" like it was the most normal thing in the world. I never said it back, but even if what I felt was love I never got the chance to say it to her. Her stalker was a former grad student, and she got to Maeve before I could."

I stop and take in a deep breath, swallowing the growing lump in my throat before continuing.

" She shot herself in front of me, killing Maeve along with her. It was the first time I had ever seen her in person too. It happened a couple months ago. Every time I think i've moved on it feels like the pain starts all over again. I sometimes feel guilty for even trying to move on, for ever being happy."

Y/N doesn't say a word as she lets me speak. She just nods, taking in every word. After a couple minutes of silence, she lets out a large breath before finally opening her mouth to speak.

"Spencer, I can't pretend to even come close to understanding what you are going through. I wish I had the answers. I wish I could tell you when the pain will go away, but the truth is it will probably never fully leave you. Trauma has a way of sticking with us. We learn how to process it and cope with it more efficiently, but it's never truly gone. Now I can't pretend to know what Maeve would have wanted for you, but as your friend who's with you now I want to tell you its okay to be happy. Its also okay to not be okay sometimes. No one has it together all of the time. It's ok to talk about it, to cry about it, and there's no right or wrong time. Trauma has a way of sneaking up on us, triggering us when we least expect it. And whatever you need to be ok, whatever you need to do in order to deal with this, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. You can always call me if you need to talk or come over. Even if you just need a distraction from it, if you find yourself slipping into a dark place, you can call me, and we will talk about literally anything else or go find somewhere to grab dessert or watch a movie. If you need someone to just sit with you, I'll be there. What I'm trying to say is whenever you're ready, just tell me what you need and I'll be there for you."

I feel like I could cry again, but luckily I don't. Instead, I turn on the couch to face Y/N and just pull her in for a hug, resting my head on her shoulder. This alone is all I need to at least be okay, even if just for tonight. As someone who lives alone, my only real family living across the US, no one ever really knows just how much I crave touch. It's not exactly like I can just approach JJ, Garcia, or Morgan and say "Hey I could really use a hug today." It's a love language for me, but I go weeks without touching a single person. It wears me down sometimes. Sitting here, hugging Y/N, is the most comforted I have felt in a really long time.

I want to tell her the other reason I'm struggling. About the cravings I have to battle when things are already emotionally challenging. I decide I'm not ready to share that quite yet. It's not that i don't trust her, but if it's going to affect the way she sees me, I want to put that off as long as possible.

I also take a minute to go over the words she's said to me. I can't help but notice her tone, her body language, the look on her face. She may be great at comforting people, especially since it's part of her job, but those were the words of someone who knew. She spoke from a place of fully understanding trauma, which tells me one thing: She has had trauma of her own. I make a mental note to bring it up later. I don't want to push her, but I want to make sure she knows she has the same support from me incase she ever needs to talk.

We sit there for a few more minutes, her arms wrapped around me. My breathing eventually slows down as I try to get my sniffles under control. I feel my head start to pound from how hard I have been crying. I sit back to rub my hands into my temples. Y/N stands up and makes her way into the kitchen, returning a couple minutes later with a cold water bottle, a box of tissues, and some aspirin.

She starts to walk out of the room before turning to me.

"I think I've got something that might help you feel a little better. It can't heal with heartbreak, but maybe it can help you to relax and take your mind off everything, if even for a little while."

"Y/N, you take care of people all day at work you don't have to..,"

"Hey!" She cuts me off before I can finish. "Why do you think I became a nurse huh? I enjoy taking care of people. And if I can help, even just a little, I won't feel so completely useless in this situation."

"Y/N, you've already helped. Just listening, being here with me. But I guess its no use arguing with you, you're too stubborn." A small breathy laugh leaves my nose and I glance up to see a small smile before she steps out of the room.

She returns a few minutes later and doesn't say a word. Instead she grabs both my hands and pulls me off the couch, leading me into the guest bathroom.

A take a look around at everything she had gotten ready.

"A bubble bath?" I shoot her a look of uncertainty.

"Just trust me okay." She rolls her eyes playfully. "I'll be in the living room. Just shout if you need me okay?"

I decide to just go with it. She leaves, shutting the door behind her and flipping of the lights. The room is suddenly glowing in light from candles scattered all around the bathroom. After slipping into the bath, I tense up at how hot the water is before it finally relaxes all my muscles. Breathing in, I notice the smell of eucalyptus and lavender filling the air. There is also a bluetooth speaker in the corner, softly playing zen spa music with the trickle of a rain in the background.

I have to admit, this is the most relaxed I have felt in...well I can't remember ever feeling this relaxed. Baths always seemed a bit girly, but this was incredibly therapeutic. I may have to try this again after my next difficult case.

When I finally decide to get out, I realize I'll have to change back into the same clothes. I quickly realize Y/N had also laid out a star wars t shirt and black sweatpants for me. She thought of everything. With her being on the taller side and enjoying baggy clothes, they actually fit me fairly well.

When I finally step back into the living room she looks up at me and grins.

"Looking good Dr. Reid!"

She never calls me that, and for some reason it makes me blush just slightly. She pats the spot next to her on the couch, signaling for me to come over.

"Well, how do you feel?"

"Umm I wasn't sure about the whole bath thing but... I feel fantastic actually! How did you know that would help?"

"When you do what I do, you have to find multiple ways to unwind" she laughs.

I glance down at the shirt I'm wearing.

"So Star Wars huh?"

Y/N smirks "Are you really that surprised?"

I answer with a laugh "No I suppose not."

"Well I hope you like them too, because that's what I had lined up when it was my turn to pick for movie night!"

I can't help but hide a giant grin. I was happy to hear she wanted to continue our movie nights. Between all the Harry Potter movies and Star Wars movies combined, it seemed like we'd be spending a lot more time together.

"Is it okay if we finish the movie?" I am hoping I didn't completely ruin the night with my breakdown.

"I thought you'd never ask" she smiles before turning to the TV and resuming the movie.

As I watch the characters making their way into the shrieking shack, I feel my eyes grow heavy. I guess I had gotten a little too relaxed, as I am now struggling to stay awake through the rest of the movie.

When I open my eyes I notice the room is no longer glowing from the light of the TV but from the daylight streaming in through the windows. I realize i'm stretched across Y'N's couch, under one of her many fuzzy blankets. I sit up and look around, noticing Y/N is no longer there. After checking her kitchen and bedroom, I start to worry. Before I start to call her on the phone, I notice movement outside the window. I make my way onto the patio balcony to see her sitting on her bench with a book in her hands. At the sound of the door, she looks up and meets my gaze, smiling as she closes her book.

"Good morning sunshine" she says laughing just a bit.

"What happened?" I ask, joining her on the bench outside, running my hands through my hair as I attempt to fully wake up.

"Well, after awhile I noticed you fell asleep. I really thought it would be best to just let you get your rest."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." I start before she cuts me off.

"Its no problem! Not last night and not any other time. You are always welcome here." She gives me a warm, genuine smile. I know this is a sincere offer, one I'm sure I will take her up on again.

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The In-Between Chapter 5

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 4,949

Warning - Cursing (if some people don’t like that kind of stuff), feels because it’s finally time for the reunion😭💕

A/N- wow two chapters in one weekend, I’m on a roll🤩 so this chapter is pretty much going to be heavily focused on Y/N reuniting with the Party and explaining all that is going on, so no action packed scenes in this chapter lol. anyways, it’s the part of the series everyone has been looking forward to so yay!!! I really hope you guys like this!

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prolouge 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

"L/N, still don't know how to stay out of trouble I see."

"Harrington, still don't know how to drive I see."

Steve feigned a look of hurt, but the corners of his mouth twitched up a little more as he looked at the girl. A screech broke the two apart as they turned to see that the demogorgon was starting to get up.

Steve's eyes widened and he looked at Y/N and the group before gesturing towards the back. "Get your asses in the car!" he yelled. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

The Losers all snapped out of their shock and began to run towards the car. Bill went towards Y/N and helped her up before brushing her hair behind her ear and whispering, "Are you okay?" She nodded and he took her hand before the two quickly crawled into the car, neither of them noticing the look on Steve's face after having seen Y/N, the girl who was practically his sister, holding hands with a boy he didn't even know.

Steve didn't snap out of his surprise until the door was shut and Y/N yelled, "Go!"

It was then that he put the car into reverse and quickly began to drive backwards down the street while the demogorgon chased after them. Steve quickly reversed into a driveway before pulling out and skidding down the street.

Y/N didn't know what had her doing it, but she found herself staring back at the house and the demogorgon. To her surprise, the demogorgon had stopped short, not passing the boundary of the house as it remained in the street much like Pennywise had done when they saw It yesterday. It was only when they were turning off the road that she noticed the demogorgon walk back into the house and she furrowed her eyebrows, confused as to why it just gave up.

"What the fucking hell was that?" Richie cried out causing Y/N to look at the boy with a smirk, her thoughts long forgotten.

"Believe me now, Tozier?" she asked, her voice raised and in a taunting tone just like his had been yesterday.

Richie made a face at her while a gasp of surprise left Steve's mouth. "What the hell. That kid looks just like Mike!" Steve exclaimed.

Richie's nose scrunched up in confusion. "How the fuck do you know Mike? And why would you think we look alike you dumbass?" Richie muttered.

"Different Mike, Richie," Y/N sighed. "It's that kid I told you the first day I met you that you looked like."

"Still don't believe you," Richie rolled his eyes.

Y/N chuckled softly, her small laugh and the usual arguing that goes on between Y/N and Richie easing the tension that had fallen among the group after that near death experience.

Y/N looked around at her friends and furrowed her eyebrows before looking over at Steve, "Where's everyone else?"

Steve glanced at her from the rear view mirror before saying, "What? No 'Hello, Steve. How are you? Thanks for saving my life.' I haven't seen you in two years and the first thing you ask is where the others are?"

Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy, knowing that he was just messing with her. "Hello, Harrington. How have you been? Thank the Lord for your awful driving skills or I would be a demogorgon's dinner right about now," she muttered sarcastically.

Steve made a small face at her and she laughed as she looked at the boy. She couldn't wait for them to get to her house so she could give him a hug. She had missed him a hell of a lot that was for sure.

"I've been doing just wonderful," Steve replied, a cheeky grin on his face. "As for your question, the others are all back at your house. We snuck into the basement because we weren't quite sure if your parents know about the whole situation or not. When you didn't show up, the kids sent me out to go find you."

"So they're here? You're all here?" Y/N asked, her voice just above a whisper as her eyes flickered with excitement.

Steve smiled at the girl and nodded his head. "We're all here, squirt. Drove seventeen fucking hours just to see you," he told her thoughtfully making her smile.

"I hate to break this moment up," Richie began only to have Eddie scoff and say, "No, you don't." Richie shot him a glare before looking to Steve and asking, "But who the fuck are you?"

Steve furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the boy through the mirror. "I could ask you the same thing, Trashmouth. You're the one in my car," he retorted, not knowing that he had used one of Richie's nicknames without even knowing him.

Richie frowned, but Y/N kicked him lightly to gain his attention. "This, Rich, is the one and only Steve Harrington. He's practically my brother so don't scare him off, okay?" Y/N asked.

"Steve," Y/N called out. "These are all of my friends. We've got Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, and Bill Denbrough. We have another friend Mike Hanlon, but he-"

Y/N trailed off and Steve instantly knew what she was talking about, remembering part of what Dustin had been rambling about during the whole seventeen hour drive. Not wanting her to feel like she had to explain, Steve glanced at the kids through his rear view mirror and nodded at them in greeting before his eyes landed on Bill who he noticed was holding Y/N's hand.

"Just your friends?" Steve questioned, his eyes narrowing as he looked to Bill who gave him an awkward and nervous smile.

Y/N nodded her head in response. "Just friends," she assured him despite the ache in her heart from having to say that. The car got really quiet at that as the Losers looked between Y/N and Bill who had let go of each other's hands and were looking away from each other.

Richie let out a gasp that made the others all look at him. "We left our bikes," he groaned as his head fell into his hands.

This small comment instantly eased the tension in the car and Y/N let out a small laugh as she shook her head and leaned back against the window of Steve's car. She looked to the rear view mirror and watched as Steve glanced back at her before giving her a smile.

It was in that moment that she realized that her friends were all about to meet. It was weird to even think about, but all Y/N could hope for was that everything went okay. Cause if her friends didn't like each other. . .well, she didn't know what she would do.

So with those thoughts rushing through her head, Y/N took in a deep breath and let her eyes fall shut. She needed a moment to enjoy the calm before the storm as they turned down her street.

Cause waiting only a few houses away in her basement were Eleven, Wheeler, Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Will and in the car with her and Steve were Bill, Richie, Eddie, Stan, Ben, and Beverly. In less than five minutes her two worlds were going to collide.

The Party and the Losers' Club were about to meet.

- - -

Once they had reached her house, Y/N had Steve park on the other side of the street and in front of a house that was for sale so that way in case her parents got home, they wouldn't think twice upon seeing the car.

The moment Steve parked the car, Y/N was practically jumping out. Steve barely had time to even put his feet on the ground before the girl hugged him with such force that he went stumbling back.

Steve had to quickly use his hand to steady himself before he looked down to see that Y/N was shaking as she hugged him, tears sliding down her face as her hands curled into fists around his shirt. The boy smiled before wrapping his arms around her, his eyes pricking with tears as he realized he was finally getting to hug Y/N after two whole years without her.

The Losers clambered out of the car before glancing over at the small reunion going on. They didn't know why it felt like their stomachs had just dropped, but the way Y/N hugged the boy made them feel weird like they couldn't quite place what was wrong. They just knew that Y/N had never hugged any of them like that or even looked that happy to see them.

The two stood there hugging for a moment longer before Y/N pulled away and looked up at Steve. "I missed you," she whispered, still looking at him in disbelief and enough love that it made Steve's heart swell.

The older boy smiled and quickly wiped her tears away before sending a wink at her. "I missed you too, squirt," he whispered before ruffling her hair, earning a laugh to escape her lips.

She then grabbed onto Steve's hand before dragging him towards the house. "Come on!" she exclaimed, excitement coursing through her body as she realized her friends were only a few feet away.

The Losers watched Steve and Y/N make their way towards her house and frowned. "Did she just forget about us?" Stan asked confused, noticing that Y/N hadn't even looked their way since getting out of the car.

"What are we? Chopped liver?" Richie muttered with a roll of his eyes as he crossed his arms.

"Guys, come on. These are Y/N's friends who she hasn't seen in two years. Cut her some slack," Beverly said before shaking her head at the others and running after Steve and Y/N.

The others stood there for a moment before their eyes slowly flickered over to Bill who was standing their in shock. He noticed his friends stares and quickly gave them a small forced smile. "Bev is right. Besides, you all know how much Y/N cares about us. She wouldn't just push us aside like that," Bill assured them.

The others nodded, hanging their heads slightly in a guilty way for having accused Y/N of forgetting them. "Come on," Bill told them before he ran after the three, the others all following right behind.

By the time the Losers had caught up with Y/N and Steve, the basement door was open and Y/N was just blankly staring at the stairs. She couldn't process what was happening.

Were her friends really down those stairs? How much had they changed? Would they not like her as much once they saw how much she had changed in the past two years? What if they didn't like her friends? What if they didn't approve of Bill or Richie or Eddie or Stan or Beverly or Ben or even Mike when they got him back? How would she be able to deal with that?

"Stop," a voice called from behind her causing Y/N and Steve to glance back to see the Losers all staring at their friend.

"You're thinking too much," Eddie pointed out.

"They still love you," Beverly assured her.

"And you're fucking amazing so what is there to worry about?" Richie asked.

Steve glanced between the group and Y/N before noticing the way her shoulders relaxed and a smile appeared on her face.

Bill locked eyes with the girl and gave her a small nod. "Go see your friends," he told her, a smile on his face as he knew how much she had missed her friends from Hawkins.

Y/N grinned at him and the rest of the group before looking down at the stairs and beginning to make her descent. It was like all she could hear was her own heart beating in her ears as she made her way down the stairs, but it suddenly disappeared as soon as she reached the bottom.

She looked up and her eyes were wide as she watched the Party all stop talking and turn to look at the stairs. Their eyes widened slightly at the sight of her and the group all stared in silence for a minute, none of them moving because of how afraid they were that this wasn't real.

Eleven was the first to break the silence as she let out a small sob and bolted up from where she had been sitting on the ground next to Wheeler. Before Y/N could process what was happening, Eleven had wrapped her arms around the girl, soft sobs of relief escaping her lips.

Eleven's warm and loving hold on her was enough to make the girl break and Y/N let out a sob of relief as she instantly hugged Eleven back. No words were exchanged as the two girls hugged and Max had to pull Eleven away just so that she could take her turn in hugging Y/N.

Everyone in the Party had started to cry as they finally got to to see Y/N again. Two years was an awfully long time and only getting to talk to her every once in a while over the radio did not help with the long distance.

"Woah, it's my turn!" Lucas exclaimed as he gently pushed Max away.

"Hey! I only just started to hug her!" Max complained.

"Yeah? Well I was friends with Y/N first so when I say it's my turn, then it's my turn," Lucas argued before turning to the girl who had been his first friend. The two were both already crying but they let out a breathy laugh before hugging each other tightly.

"Fuck, I missed you guys," Y/N said as she pulled away from Lucas and went to the next closest person which was Dustin. "Dustin, thank you so much for getting everyone down here."

"Of course. We promised each other that if either of us ever needed anything we would be there, didn't we?" Dustin asked as he gave the girl a big squeeze before smiling widely at her as he struggled to wipe his own tears of joy away.

As soon as Dustin let her go, Will had launched himself at the girl causing Y/N to grin and yell out in excitement, "Will!" She hugged the boy back with just as much enthusiasm.

Will chuckled and the two pulled away and laughed slightly at how much the other was crying. Y/N reached out and wiped the boy's tears away while he did the same for her. The two then sent each other smiles before Y/N turned to the last person in the group who she hadn't hugged yet.

Wheeler stood with his hands in his pocket, tears falling down his face as he tried to suppress the huge grin that was begging to be let out. "L/N," he greeted making Y/N chuckle.

"Wheeler," Y/N greeted as she nodded at the boy.

Wheeler couldn't hold his grin back any longer and he let out a laugh as tears streamed down his face. He held his arms out and the two teens met halfway as they hugged each other.

"Holy shit! You've grown so much!" Y/N exclaimed as she pulled away to look at her friend in surprise. "What have they been feeding you?"

Wheeler chuckled and nudged the girl playfully. "Very funny," he told her.

Y/N smiled before taking a step back and looking at all of her friends. "Shit, I'm going to start crying again. I've missed you guys so much, like you don't understand," she said as she reached out and hugged Eleven again, the others all joining in so that it was a huge group hug.

By this point, Steve and the Losers had all made it to the bottom of the stairs. Steve watched the little reunion with a smile on his face while the Losers all blinked in surprise at finally getting to see the kids Y/N had been talking about for so long.

That was until Richie noticed that the boy that was hugging Y/N looked really familiar.

Richie let out a loud gasp before yelling out, "What the fuck! That kid looks like me! Why does that kid look like me?"

The Party all let go of Y/N, allowing for her to turn around and see that Richie and the rest of the Losers were all looking at Wheeler in surprise. Wheeler let out a small gasp of surprise as he looked at Richie, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Richie stormed down the stairs before stopping only inches away from Wheeler while everyone else just stared at the scene with wide eyes. "Who the hell are you? And why do you look like me? I know everyone wants to fucking be me but I didn't think anyone would take it this literal," Richie frowned, pissed at the prospect of someone looking just like him.

"Maybe it's one of those doppelgänger things," Max explained in a quiet voice as she looked between the two boys in surprise.

"No, this is a fucking prank. It has to be," Richie said, not believing a word anyone was telling him.

Wheeler frowned and snapped out of his shock before looking to Y/N. "Y/N, who is this guy?" he asked confused.

Y/N smiled and walked over before wrapping an arm around Beverly and Richie's shoulders. "Guys," Y/N said. "These are my friends." The grin on her face was unlike any other as she began to introduce her friends.

"We've got Eddie Kaspbrak," Y/N said as she pointed to the boy who gave them a small wave. "Ben Hanscom." Said boy smiled and nodded in greeting. "Stan the man Uris." Stan rolled his eyes at the girl but couldn't help the smile on his face as he waved at the Party. "Then we've got the one and only Beverly Marsh." Beverly mock saluted the group making the two girls giggle before Y/N turned to Richie. "This," she said as she ruffled the boy's hair earning a groan of complaint, "is Richie Tozier."

"And last but not least," Y/N grinned as she let go of Richie and Beverly to walk over to Bill. She stood behind the boy and put her hands on his arms as she peaked her smiling face out from behind his shoulder. "We've got Bill Denbrough."

Bill smiled down at her making the girl look up at him with a bright smile, the look on the teens' faces making Steve and all of the boy members of the Party frown and cross their arms protectively while Max and Eleven let out small squeals and gripped onto each other's arms.

The teens didn't even realize they were staring at each other for a while before Steve suddenly coughed awkwardly, breaking the two apart. Y/N sent a sharp glare in Steve's direction while he merely held his hands up in surrender as he tried to act innocent.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the Losers as she walked over to the Party. "Okay, Losers, listen up. These are the people you have heard me talk nonstop about, so please be nice, okay?" she asked. "I'm talking to you, Richie."

Richie feigned shock while Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy. She didn't wait for a response as she pointed towards Steve, "You've already had the pleasure of meeting Harrington over there. Sorry he had to be the first one you met."

Steve feigned a look of shock while Y/N ignored him and moved on. She may have been a little mad at him for breaking her and Bill apart, but she wasn't about to voice her feelings.

"This is Lucas Sinclair. He's been my best friend since we met back in the first grade," Y/N explained as Lucas nodded at the Losers. "Then we've got Dustin Henderson, the little shit that gives me a run for my money when it comes to science things." Dustin chuckled and waved at the group.

"Next we've got Mike Wheeler who, despite being a dumbass over half the time, is probably one of the best people you will ever get the chance to meet," Y/N said as Wheeler rolled his eyes and nudged the girl. "Then we've got Will Byers. He's an amazing artist and probably one of the best to ever play D&D," Y/N told them as she hugged Will from the side, the boy instantly hugging her back.

"D&D?" Richie questioned causing the Party and Y/N to gasp.

"Richard Tozier! I'm disappointed in you," Y/N frowned. "We've talked about Dungeons and Dragons before you dumbass."

"Oh, that game. Sorry, L/N. You know I'm more of an arcade type of person," Richie pointed out.

Y/N shook her head at the boy before moving onto the next person who was Max. "This stunner is Max Mayfield. She moved to Hawkins a little bit before I left and can beat anyone in a skateboarding race," Y/N said.

"And finally we've got the lovely Jane Hopper, but everyone calls her Eleven," Y/N told the Losers as she wrapped an arm around the girl and gave her a hug.

"It's n-n-nice to finally m-m-meet you guys," Bill said as he smiled at the Party. He knew how much these people meant to Y/N, so that meant that they automatically meant a lot to him to. The Party smiled back, but their eyes flickered over to Richie once they noticed him walking over.

Y/N should've known what Richie was going to say before he said it, but she didn't know why she hadn't realized what he was doing as he walked up to Max and Eleven. "L/N, you didn't tell me you had two smoking hot babes for best friends," Richie said as he winked at the two girls and smirked.

Y/N rolled her eyes before stepping out in front of the two girls and pushing Richie away. "I know Eddie and Stan are pretty hot, aren't they?" she asked making Richie frown while Eddie and Stan snickered. "Don't even think about it, Trashmouth. They're-"

"Taken," Wheeler announced as he went over to Eleven's side and protectively wrapped an arm around her waist.

"They're taken," Lucas declared again just to prove a point as his arm wrapped around Max's shoulders.

Both boys were sending Richie death glares while their girlfriends rolled their eyes at the boys. Richie held his hands up in surrender but that didn't stop him from winking at the two girls and saying, "Well, whenever you decide you want a real man, I-"

"They will make sure not to come to you," Y/N cut him off making the Losers all chuckle while Eddie rolled his eyes at Richie and shoved him behind him in an attempt to make the boy shut the hell up.

"Now that introductions are out of the way, just what the hell is going on?" Steve questioned as he stood at the front of the group with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, why did you need us to drive all the way here?" Dustin asked.

Lucas glanced at Y/N and said, "What they said. What the hell is going on? Y/N, didn't your parents move you away from Hawkins to stay out of trouble?"

"You would think," Y/N chuckled nervously as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. A deep feeling of guilt suddenly washed over her as she realized that for a moment she had pretty much forgotten about Mike and the whole Upside Down and It situation.

The Losers all gave her small nods that told her to go ahead and she took in a deep breath before beginning to tell the Party everything. She started with the night she took out the trash and went all the way until what had happened only a half an hour before.

The whole time, the Party remained blank face, none of them knowing how to respond to the news that the Upside Down was back or that a clown was terrorizing people.

"I'm sorry," Wheeler muttered as he shook his head. "Did you say clown?"

"I'm obviously the more superior one seeing as I wasn't dumb as fuck to not understand a single word she was saying," Richie muttered to Eddie making Wheeler glare at him.

"I'm sorry. What did you just say?" Wheeler asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Richie.

"I called you dumb as fuck," Richie said again, a smug smirk on his face.

Wheeler went to take a step forward, but Eleven was quick to grab his arm and pull him back, her hand soothingly running up and down his arm as she looked to Y/N. "I don't understand," she said.

Y/N sent her a small sympathetic smile before saying, "Okay, let me give the simpler version. Basically, our friend Mike Hanlon has been taken into the Upside Down by not only demogorgons, but a being that presents itself as a clown. The clown named Pennywise or It goes around terrorizing people and eating children. I called you guys down here because we need both groups.

"You," Y/N began as she gestured towards the Party, "know about the Upside Down and have fought it multiple times."

"They," Y/N said as she pointed to the Losers, "have fought It before and know how to handle him."

"If we combine both groups and what we know, we should, theoretically, be able to stop both It and the Upside Down while also saving Mike," Y/N explained.

"Demogorgons and a place called the Upside Down? Why does this sound more believable than It?" Stan muttered with a groan.

“I'm sorry, but there is literally no way this is true," Lucas muttered as he shook his head. "A demon clown? Do you hear yourself right now, Y/N?"

"Come on, Lucas," Y/N pleaded before she looked to the whole Party. "Guys, I wouldn't lie about something like this and you know it. My friend is trapped down there and we have no way of knowing of he is even alive or not without you guys. I need you guys to trust me on this one, okay? Please, it's all I ask."

The Party all softened at her words, the teens beginning to put their full trust into the girl. The only one that looked hesitant was Steve who was looking to the ground as he rubbed his neck. Y/N looked to the boy and whispered, "Steve."

Steve let his head lift up slightly, his eyes flickering over to the girl who was standing there almost hopelessly. He knew the Upside Down part was true because of the demogorgon, but a demon clown? There was no way. But then he saw the fright in the girl's eyes and it wasn't fright over the creatures terrorizing them. No, it was fright for her friend.

For a moment he was reminded of the other times he had seen that look like when Will had been taken or Eleven had to close the gate or even when they had been trapped in the Russian Lab together and he had forced her to leave him behind.

It was the same look that told him everything he needed to know. Y/N was right— she wouldn't lie about something like this. She needed them to believe her. She needed him to believe her and as her best friend and honorary brother, it was his job to believe her.

"This is ridiculous," Steve pointed out, his eyes not leaving Y/N's as he looked at her.

"Oh, it's real," she assured him, the tone of her voice making everyone in the room gulp slightly at those words. "Way more real than you or I could ever imagine."

There was a beat of silence as Y/N let her eyes flicker over all of her friends. She already knew the Losers believed her, especially after they had been there with her since the beginning. The only ones she had to convince were the Party and Steve and she really hoped she had been able to do just that.

"This is crazy. Like batshit crazy, but I believe you and I'm in," Lucas announced making Y/N smile.

"Me too," Will said as he nodded at the girl. "They'll never be gone, not really. It's just a matter of time before they come back again. So right now, we need to stop them while we still can."

"I'm in," Wheeler announced while Richie mockingly mimicked him from beside Eddie who elbowed him in the gut.

“Same here," Eleven and Max said at the same time before high fiving each other for speaking in unison.

Y/N looked to Dustin who sighed before giving her a smile. "You know I believe you. I always do," he told her.

Y/N smiled before letting her eyes flicker over to Steve once again, the last but most important person she needed to believe her. "Steve?" Y/N questioned, her eyes hopeful as she looked to him. Steve stared at the girl for a moment before sighing and letting a grin appear on his face.

"You're lucky I brought the bat."

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starlit-serenade · 5 years ago

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Dance With Me | Chapter 3

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 3: 2,067 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

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After you get off of work, you hurry home to get your bag of workout clothes. You refill your water bottle even though you know you can get water when you arrive at RBW. You're just too excited.

This morning, you'd woken up with the sun bright in your eyes. You'd looked outside and had seen that there were few clouds in the sky, and you felt that today was going to be a good day. You didn't know why, until your phone dinged. You checked to see that you had dance practice scheduled with Geonhak, and you couldn't help but smile.

And so here you are, walking to RBW with your bag slung over your shoulder. The summer weather isn't too cold or too warm, isn't too dry or humid. It's a perfect day, and you have a feeling in your gut that the day will remain perfect.

When you get to the RBW building, you change into your workout clothes in the bathroom. One of the trainees had once mentioned to you that they change clothes because after a few hours of practice, the workout clothes is all sweaty, so it's useful to have clothes to change into.

You stand outside of the practice room and knock. The door opens and you are met with Geonhak. He's wearing a white T-shirt, loose, black sweatpants and a wide smile. His hair is recently dyed blond. You can see that Dongju was right--Geonhak was really excited to teach you. You can see it in his eyes. The way his nose is scrunched up as he smiles. He's excited to teach you.

"Hi Y/N!" he says, stepping backward and opening the door wider to let you in.

"Hey Geonhak," you reply as you set your stuff down. You stretch on the floor, and he joins you.

"Where's everyone else?" you ask. Usually the other members linger around after group practices for a few minutes, but no sign of them remains in the room. Not even a forgotten water bottle or sweatshirt.

"Youngjo is working on producing and recording in the studio with Seoho right now, I think," Geonhak says. "I've no idea where the other three are. They might have gone back to the dorm."

You nod.

"Were you expecting them to be here?" Geonhak asks. You shake your head.

"No. It's just that they often linger around a bit when there's nothing to do. Especially the younger ones."

After you've finished stretching, you and Geonhak find the dance video. His A Song Written Easily dance video. He turns the speed to x0.75 speed, and you watch as the video Leedo moves slowly, copying him and trying not to laugh at the slowed down audio.

The first attempt, Geonhak doesn't dance with you. Instead, he watches you dance the song. With the slowed speed, you find it easier to perfect the moves you already know, and find that you aren't as clunky and clumsy this time. However, Geonhak's staring doesn't make it easier.

You reach the part you're familiar with, and the video continues without you.

"Good job," Geonhak says. "Keep watching. After the video ends, I want you to try the whole video at this speed. It doesn't matter if you mess up, I'll coach you after."

You keep watching the video, trying to memorize the dance moves. You find yourself copying the moves slightly, even just where you're standing, your hands and shoulders mimicking the small movements and your knees bending as Leedo dances on screen.

After the video is finished, Geonhak leans over to the computer, pauses it and moves it back to the beginning.

"I noticed you imitating the dance subtly," Geonhak says before unpausing. You watch his finger trail over the key as he speaks. "That's smart. You're already starting, and that'll help the muscle memory learn the dance easier and faster. Ready to start?"

You nod, and Geonhak starts the video. For the first part, the part you've been practicing for the past few days, you dance confidently. Not perfectly, but confidently. Because you know it. You don't even need to keep your eyes on the video. But as it gets to parts that you're unfamiliar with, you pay more attention to the video. Even with the slowness, it's easy for you to get lost and confused. You try to follow along, though. During the parts where you're less lost--parts such as the chorus--your eyes find Geonhak's in the mirror, and you can see him smiling at you. Even as you stumble, miss a beat, or even just stop to watch for a second before catching up to the video, Geonhak does nothing but observe with a smile on his face.

The video finishes after a long time, and you try stand up straight, but end up panting with your hands against your thighs. You're not sweating, but you're still tired from doing all of that movement.

"Want to take a break?" Geonhak asks gently. You nod, thankful that he's so understanding. Perhaps it has anything to do with the fact that he studied early childhood education. You wonder, for a moment, if you'd asked Hwanwoong or Seoho to teach you instead, would they have been this patient?

After you swallow a mouthful of water, you stand back in your place in front of the screen and mirror, Geonhak standing a few feet away from you.

You dance together until a part you're unfamiliar with--Keonhee's pre-chorus after Geonhak's rap--and you watch Geonhak anxiously. He notices you and your confusion, and smiles, pausing the video.

"Watch me," he says, facing the back of the room. He demonstrates the dance step by step as you watch, copying him. "Step back so your feet are about this far apart. Good, turn your body like this--" He ducks down, twists his body and turns to face the front. "--stretch your right arm up like this, then pull it back, like a retreating wave. Here, you'll turn your whole body like this, leading with your arm. Follow your arm through a full spin so you're facing the corner. Then stop."

You watch him do it again, listening to him sing along, before trying it yourself. You pause multiple times, trying to remember the dance that was just demonstrated to you twice, and thankfully Geonhak gently reminds you of the steps, singing the song between the instructions.

"There you go, Y/N. Right arm up," he says encouragingly. You must look ridiculous, going so slowly and clumsily, but nothing he does or says even suggests that he thinks so.

After you've finished, he steps back into his spot next to you.

"Let's do it together," he says, facing the back right corner of the room. You copy his stance, facing the corner with your back to the mirror.

He dances slowly, stepping with his right foot backward, and waits for you to do the same before twisting his body to face the front of the room. He waits for you to do the move before continuing.

After three hours of dancing--including a twenty minute break in the middle, during which the two of you spent buying and eating snacks from a vending machine down the hall--you and Geonhak end the practice by stretching, so as not to hurt yourself by pulling something later, and to let your body and muscles cool down.

"Did you enjoy your first day of practice?" Geonhak asks, hopeful. You can tell he wants to hear how good his teaching is. Not necessarily because he wants to hear that he's good, but because he wants to hear how he's doing.

"I did. We got through more than half of the song, which is far better than what I started the day with," you say.

"You did well today," he says shyly, his eyes not meeting yours, but you can see him smiling.

"You did well too," you say. "Thank you for teaching me, Geonhak. You were really helpful with teaching me."

He smiles proudly. "How about to celebrate, we go get some ice cream? After stretching."

You nod, smiling. You haven't had ice cream in a while. Not because ice cream isn't good, but because you're so busy and you never have enough time.

You finish up stretching, grab your bag, and head to the bathroom to change back into your casual clothes. You understand what the trainee was talking about, now. You're sweating through your workout clothes, and the summer warmth would be so uncomfortable to walk in with them on. Your shirt would probably stick to you with sweat. You internally thank that trainee for telling you about changing clothes, and promise to thank them if you ever see them again

When you exit the bathroom, Geonhak is standing in the RBW lobby waiting. He's also changed his clothes, and is now wearing a black baseball hat and torn jeans with a white T-shirt beneath an unbuttoned plaid button-up.

You walk to Baskin-Robbins. Geonhak gets his favorite--Rainbow Sherbet ice cream, just like you'd told Hwanwoong and Dongju he'd liked--get your favorite. Just as you're about to pay for your ice cream, Geonhak stops you.

"I'll pay," he murmurs. You frown at him in surprise.

"What? Geonhak, it's alright, I can pay for myself."

"Please let me pay," he says. "I suggested getting ice cream."

"I'm not gonna make you pay for me after you've been helping me dance. In fact, I should pay for yours as thanks."

"Y/N," Geonhak says sternly, and your eyes meet his, beneath his baseball cap. He looks so serious, over a little matter of ice cream. "You're not making me pay. I'm asking you to let me. Please let me pay for your ice cream."

After a moment of him staring into your eyes, you give in, and reluctantly let Geonhak pay for both ice creams. "Only if I can pay next time," you say. He sighs and, laughing, he agrees.

You walk together down the street, nearly shoulder to shoulder as you eat your ice cream. You can tell from the smile on Geonhak's face that he's really enjoying his ice cream.

Hm. I'll make sure to tell Hwanwoong and Dongju that for party plans.

You've been texting back and forth with Hwanwoong and Dongju, planning for what Geonhak might like. The three of you had decided that, even though Geonhak's favorite color is black, you will not be painting the entire room black, as Dongju had suggested. This is a birthday celebration, not a funeral. You three decided that the theme for decorations will be silver balloons with silver, gold and black streamers. You'd get a white cake with Geonhak's name and age written on the top in silver and gold frosting and a black outline. You even designed the cake on a piece of paper.

The idea is simple. You might do a random play dance competition between the seven of you, or a Guess-The-Song competition, but other than the fun games you have listed, it's still a very simple party. But you're still confident in it.

"So what did Dongju call you over for the other day?" Geonhak asks, bringing you away from your thoughts.

"Huh?" It takes you a moment to register what he just asked, and you answer before he can ask again. "Oh, uh. Nothing important. Why? Did you ask him?"

"I did ask him. He also said nothing. Which makes me more concerned."

"He wanted me to come over and play video games with him and Hwanwoong," you lie. You can't tell him you're planning a surprise party for him. Then it wouldn't be a surprise.

"Oh. Him and Hwanwoong?" Geonhak asks, visibly stiffening. You nod.

"Yes. What, are you worried I'm gonna ask Hwanwoong to teach me to dance instead of you?" you ask, and Geonhak's eyes widen in surprise. Almost as if he's offended.

"What? No, of course not."

You laugh, eating more of your ice cream. "Don't worry, I'm only teasing. Besides, even if I could ask Hwanwoong to teach me, I don't know why I would ask him now. I have you, Mr. Kim Geonhak. I'm glad to have you as my friend and dance teacher."

He smiles, and you can see his body relax at your words. "Good," he says. "I'm glad to have you as my friend and dance student."

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stimmypaw · 4 years ago

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stimmypaw reads the apprentice’s quest, a blog post

A big one, just a bunch of thoughts as I’m reading it, of course, lots of spoilers for the first book in the Warrior Cats series A Vision of Shadows. This will be covering just the first book tho, it’s all in the Read More, let’s gooooooo!!!!

Vision Of Shadows time

Lots of new cats!!! I don't remember these guys as kits or anything wrow!!! I like their names but itll take a while to get used to them

Also cant believe they printed stormcloud's dead name

Omg there's a cat named beepaw

I love these cats all of them so much im going 2 cry

All new names are perfect

I FORGOT HOW GORGEOUS THE CAT VIEW IN THE RECENT BOOKS WAS, LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

I'm glad leafpool smokes weed

I love reading from Jayfeather's point of view, his grumpiness hasn't grown on me ever but thats just me, I still enjoy it lots he's great and its fun

Firestar and Leopardstar's characterizations are On Point i love it

OOF i feel so bad when jayfeather is mean to others, poor kestrelflight, I love those two

Lovely Jayfeather moments now its time for the first chapter

I like this duo! Also I didn't think I'd ever say this but shut up squirrelflight one can have fun AND learn with their mentors

Sparkkit sounds nice she makes jingling bell noises when she walks around

Alderkit is chadphobic /j

I can see Alderkit taking deep breaths to relax its rotating in my mind its beautiful

God this first chapter feels so good and comfortable, like eating noodles and chicken nuggets. I am so so deeply in love with it, its gorgeous!

Sparkkit is so perfect too, and Graystripe remembering Firestar aaaaaa

DUSTPELT SAID WHAT? PHDHAHAHHA OH NOOOO I don't remember their relationship much, must have been fun, I love young little creature squirrelflight I MISSED HER SO BAD WOW

I started reading the second chapter and died, I think ill take a break now 2 sleep heehhee

I love them describing twoleg stuff its always so fun and alien, like watching an animal planet show about funny sea creatures.

Also I have determined sparkpaw is my favorite, might be my favorite cat ever next to hollyleaf??? I really identify with her and also she's autistic i have decided that

Alderpaw baby noooo hhhh their mentor at least is trying to show its okay, he seems very emotionally distant so far and alderheart feels very emotionally needy, actually both of them do, did I mention I love Sparkpaw??? I might be imprinting myself 2 much on her

I love how like, its clear both of them are absolutely anxious and worried about others opinions on them, which is clearly something they got from being Firestar's grandkids, deputy kids and leader kids. And bramblestar too, I recall him being quite the anxious lad ahhah. Sparkpaw will be showing confidence and being loud but the second anyone isn't approving of her or she does something "wrong" she gets small and quiet, and she ended up setting a high bar for herself by being good at hunting and fighting so I'm curious to see how that will go. Also there's nothing wrong with being guided through a crowded place to meet others Sparkpaw!!! I bet the two of them would be stuck without not knowing how to talk to others had Needlepaw not shown up. I love them, my gf is mocking me saying I'm a Sparkpaw kinnie.

Apprentices will like learn about a thing and tell everyone about it all the time and assume its always true in every situation and thats valid I love kids like that. Also in my head Needlepaw kinda looks like a porcupine. Oh boo she's fatphobic >:(

I love apprentices they are so fun and silly, just making fun of the leaders like its nothing. The way they are clearly learning and absorving everything their warriors say and do like sponges its just ***chefs kiss***

Omg shadowclan is just full of 12 year olds help

And then the old person said "it sure is hard being old!" And everyone clapped

Shout-out to pretty Riverclan apprentice #481977 I love her

Leafpool: 👁👁

Alderpaw: I knew it im cursed and awful and terrible and I will never amount to anything

I wish the cats didn't seem to be giving up on him so easily though

Ah yes the classic thunderclan move "you suck, into the medicine hole you go"

The way sparkpaw changes the things she says and how she does when it isn't the status quo around her oooooooooooooyeaaaaaaa I love 1 autistic cat

Alderpaw considering your problems lesser than other cats won't help you deal with them better bro

I love Needlepaw's excitement about Alderpaw being a medicine cat apprentice, and her sarcasm, she feels like a preppy teenager

Ahhh this is so good, I am so thirsty for family moments like this, just Alderpaw bonding with grandma, I’ll definitely want to draw this one it’s so sweet.

Oh to be young and silly.

I really am enjoying like, Alderpaw’s struggles to seeing how he fits in the clan, how he fits in himself, how he wants to be seen and what he wants to be, it’s really good. I Am Engaged(tm) With This Plot.

SPARKPAW NOOOOOOO but also Yes I want her to be shown vulnerable and weak please

POP, god watching this stuff always awful, the cats must have thought he broke her ahahah

Also, really great that they learned from Dovewing and now like leave choices and discussions about prophecies between adults

And plus Brambles seemed to take the time to explain stuff to him, seems he wont be going alone either the 1 thing is that he will be the only one knowing what the journey is really about, why though??? I didnt read Firestar's Quest or whatever why does Skyclan need to be secret??? Seems quite silly really!

YESSSS SANDSTORM GET HIS ASS FIGHT FIGHT LOVE THIS LOVE SANDSTORM

I could feel squirrelflight nearing explosion here, this was very fun, i wish they werent hiding this though!!!

The secret thing is showing to be a plot point so I am once again Very Engaged

Also, wonderful dialogue bit, someone asked Bramblestar why an Elder is going and:

Lovely perfect perfect

I miss you dovewing

SQUIRRELFLIGHT LOVE YOU

Oh boy this is it

Traveling book moment

Graystripe: Soooo you're excited to go on the journey to the old territories and Skyclan?

Sandstorm: Yes! It's been ages and-

Graystripe: I'm sure the tribe will love the visit too

Sandstorm, groaning: Oh noooo I forgot about how the tribe is in the way of every journeyyyyy noooooo they're such a racist caricature, please tell me you have a plan

Graystripe: Yes don't worry about it the writers forgot about the tribe in my comic book so you can just use the excuses i did to actively avoid it

Sandstorm: Oh thank Starclan

Sparkpaw's desperation to prove herself oof, her anxiety with understanding the prophecy, oh boy, and Alderpaw feeling too overwhelmed by the questions and not managing to talk!!!! I am so glad they are both autistic

Hoping "Being Leader" wont mean theyre putting nonsense responsibility on the apprentice again

Ah good Sandstorm is on the lead again, as she should, she should have been leader she would have been great

I can't believe Alderpaw thinks I look stupid and diseased :( /j

Everything about this twoleg scene was scandalous I loved it, Sparkpaw just toppled over a trash bag and they are eating from it, iconic, also did those twolegs throw out a whole turkey? Damn

Its not that Sparkpaw is freakishly good at hunting she is very hungry and constantly on the watch for things to eat

BRO Ive never been in a road where the drivers are this wild, throwing bottles out of the car????? Ive seen Fruit being thrown like once or twice, what the fuck!!! I'm glad they are going to wait until the morning to continue

Okay I was not expecting Needlepaw to show up this girl is chaotic I love her

ACTUALLY YEAH WHY DIDNT THEY TELL THE OTHER CLANS ABOUT THIS SINCE THE PROPHECY IS ABOUT ALL THE CLANS???

Needlepaw is like Rono from Bambi 2 if he wasnt a mean bully and thats very epic

Very curious character though, how come her mentor isnt teaching her the warrior code properly? Is that an issue with all apprentices?? Is the clan overwhelmed by 12 year olds and they won?

Having lots of fun trying to play the game "what animal are they describing this time" the erins made here, im glad they're in a farm. Worried about Sandstorm though :c

Fuck im worried about sandstorm a lot, her wound hurt on Me

Yeah water is good youre right sandstorm

Aw man I hope she's okay let her at least survive to meet skyclan please

NOOOOOOOO SANDSTORMA A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sandtteooonrjrbbbmmnnnnnnnnnn

I am so sad

Alderpaw denying it, Starclan shining upon their vigil, everything crushed me i cried

Alderpaw considers Nihilism

Haven't seen a cat thank starclan for prey in a while its

Oh look they time skipped a journey! They don't tend to do that thats nice

I'm so excited to be meeting The Skyclan that everyone in the fandom knows now

So far they seem kinda mean but thats most clans at first glance really

Okay somethings up

I uh have heard of Darktail pretty sure he's a bad guy so yeah something really bad happened to Skyclan

Am worried

Darktail sounds like an evil himbo* i may be enjoying him actually

*himbos are usually nice by default so he's just evil and stupid and strong

Does needletail know these cats already?????

Shit

Oh okay fuck

I've been quietly reading the rest because I am just concerned and I want them to be okay as quickly as possible

Waterfalls are a classic nice

Oh boy time for our unlikely duo of Alderpaw and Needlepaw to get out of a Mess!

I did not expect this to end up with the two of them journeying into parenthood, but I'm happy it did

Well actually I'm very unhappy theyre so lost and there's no sign of Skyclan I am very worried for everyone involved Sparkpaw must be feeling awful!

Twigkit is a great name

Yeah this ended terribly

Overall! Frigging loved it this book was GOOD and a great start for the series I am very excited to read the rest, SO WORRIED ABOUT SKYCLAN THO AAAA the characterizations were great the characters were great the pacing was fun and I didn't get bored once!

I think o only wish I had read this sooner really so I could look up others thoughts without getting heavily spoiled about the last books, I can watch a few videos already though thats a start ahhaha. But yeah it was great and it felt very good to read, haven't swallowed up a book so quickly in a very long time!!! Very happy I finally got my hands on this 💕💖💕💖💕💖 cant wait 2 start the next one

If you read all this, hope you had fun hahaha, ill be making more of these cus theyre fun and I like talking about warrior cats thats just my thing

Til next time

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quidfree · 5 years ago

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hi! hope you're well and that you're having a good day:) I absolutely adore LMV - I genuinely think it's the best fic I've ever read. anyway, the point of this ask was that I was wondering whether you had any thoughts about sirius as a godfather? like, was he suited for the job, did he actually do a good job... idk, maybe you've answered that question before, in that case, sorry! and ofc don't stress abt answering:))

this is so nice of you ty!!!

ive never talked about dogfather sirius, actually!! what an interesting pair of questions.... i would have to say a qualified yes to both?

was sirius suited for the job: personality-wise, maybe not entirely (raising a child alone in the event of jily deaths would have been Rough, and he’s not exactly a stable parental unit, not to mention he would have spoiled harry rotten), BUT he has the most important prerequisite, which is undying love and loyalty for the potters and for harry, and that means he would have done everything in his power to be a good parent figure to him, which is what really matters, so. not to mention that jily realistically weren’t contemplating he would have to be godfather alone for the majority of harry’s life- with jily around he could have been just The Coolest Godfather Ever instead of harry’s first living parental figure who didn’t treat him like shit.

did he actually do a good job? i would say a resounding yes. bearing in mind he was stuck in azkaban for twelve years (let’s not get into that), we only actively see him godparent harry for three years (plus when he was a baby). obviously baby harry was spoilt v much by his dogfather; what we see of sirius + teen harry also speaks favourably of him, i think. ok, little bit of a rough start what with the unhinged prisoner vibe, but the FIRST thing sirius does when free is go check up on harry- and he keeps tabs via crookshanks etc once at school, knows his interests well enough to send him the firebolt, and he values harry’s opinions enough to not murder peter on the spot despite his thirteen year revenge vendetta. obviously, the fact harry is the spitting image of someone sirius hasnt seen except for in his nightmares for over a decade doesn’t hurt, but he’s just so awkwardly sweet to harry afterwards- when he offers harry to come live with him, expecting him to refuse and completely understanding of it, it’s so endearing (and it always broke my heart how excited they both were about it- i bet sirius was thinking about another time a potter asked to live together). and from the start sirius ALWAYS speaks to harry like a whole person, not a child to be kept in the dark (which, if everyone else had done, looking at you dumbledore...)- the speech he gives him before he escapes is so important for harry to hear, especially from someone who knew his parents. sirius is always so careful to tell harry things about james and lily. now, it’s not that sirius treating harry like an adult would be ideal on its own, and i do think in part the issue is that he skipped his entire childhood and harry looks so much like james, but i also don’t think sirius actually treats harry too much like a grown man, apart from slipups- just like a grown teen. he advises him against threats, tells him the edgy backstories harry SHOULD know (and no other adult ever wants to tell him), looks after him as best he can (HE LIVES IN A CAVE EATING BONES TO LOOK OUT FOR HIM), listens to his teen melodrama. even when he’s fucking up by encouraging harry’s risk-taking i don’t think he’s treating him like an adult- he’s treating him like a *marauder*, because at that age, that’s what he or james would have done; being able to make informed choices is what sirius would have wanted at his age. i don’t think molly or sirius necessarily have the better argument- both make good points; sirius gets what harry wants and molly gets what harry might need even if he doesn’t want it, but that makes perfect sense- molly is an older woman who’s raised seven children, and sirius is in his early thirties and lived with kids for (1) year. james and sirius were order members by age /eighteen/ and sirius was in azkaban at /twenty-one/- he was basically a kid HIMSELF before he got put in the torture prison. i always found it so unfair that literally none of the other adults ever mention the debilitating mental issues he must be suffering from- remember the lifelong PTSD hagrid got from a MONTH there???- and that’s without even mentioning dumbledore’s purposeful exacerbating of them. not to say that mental health excuses poor parenting, but sirius both /isn’t a parent/ and really does very well at filling that role anyways, on the whole, so i think he can be cut some slack for once in his life. harry loves sirius SO MUCH and sirius loves him right back- and sirius teaches him some of the most important lessons in the whole series, even if he himself never managed to learn them- lessons that i really think shape the adult harry becomes, and the kind of lessons his parents might have taught him. so overall i’d give him kudos- and considering the absolute bullshit he’s living through, with james and lily dead, azkaban sucking the light out of him for over a decade, peter running free, and dumbledore QUARANTINING HIM IN THE HOUSE WHERE HIS ABUSIVE DEAD MOTHER IS (?!?!), i would say he does a stellar fucking job.

anyways harry & sirius’ relationship is so important to the series- even the GP was upset when sirius dies in OOTP, largely because everyone could see how bad it hit harry. that scene in dumbledore’s office? oof. they just care about each other so v much and we were robbed of a lifetime of sirius as harry’s absolute fav adult. if sirius had held onto harry that day- if dumbledore hadn’t decided to place him with abusive bigots for a plan which would only pay off by OOTP- i honestly think sirius would have outlived the series. because with harry he’d have been less unhinged by grief, able to testify properly, gotten support from other order members, not gone to azkaban- and with harry he would have had a reason to live. thirteen years of raising harry would have made harry the snarky little fucker he is at his core by age eleven, confident and happy and very good at quidditch indeed; thirteen years would have made sirius as whole as he can get. they would have patched things up with remus. there’d be no OOTP tragedy of errors. sirius would have punched dumbledore at some point. harry would have sent a pic of him and his new friends over week 1 of hogwarts and sirius would have punched through a wall and then calmly strolled over to hogwarts and taken ron’s pet rat over to minerva mcgonnagal, where unspeakable things happened to it. he would have gently butted heads with hermione (but won her over via crookshanks if nothing else) and gotten on very well with ron; snape would barely have been able to be such a dick to him because sirius would have gleefully sent him howlers for every minute of his day until he cracked. lucius on the school board terrorizing the other parents? not on sirius “billionaire heir to the toujours pur line” black’s watch- he’d happily invest even more obnoxious wealth into the school fund to get first call, not to mention lucius’ imperius excuse would not get very far with sirius around. “who’s nicholas flamel? we can’t ask adults- we’d get in trouble with the teachers and our parents are either muggles or wouldn’t know- oh wait nevermind, sirius, who’s nicholas flamel?” no more expelliarmus-ing for four years; harry Trained Duellist By Age 11 more like. dobby the house-elf? oi dobby sirius is family too- now spit it all out, won’t you? chamber of secrets? yeah, sirius knows what that is. parseltongue? yeah, sirius is familiar, and fuck those other kids for being weird to harry about it, does he want to come home for the holidays? weird creepy diary? oh, sirius’ family will have Magicke Moste Evile around somewhere. book 3 is just Harry’s Holiday: The Book because there’s no sirius subplot. you think snape would have dared treat remus the way he does with sirius hovering around paying half his checks? i think the fuck not. you bet your ass they had box seats for the whole of gryffindor house at the Quidditch World Cup. barty crouch? yeah, sirius knows THAT asshole- and remembers his son. catch harry whizzing through all the challenges minus the nerves ahead of time while sirius and remus do half the investigating for him. yule ball? no sweat, just go with ron; that’s what james and sirius would have done. if the maze went the way it goes in the books, “moody” wouldn’t even have been able to drag harry off without sirius intervening. and sirius “ptsd” black would have been The One Person who Got harry’s feelings in OOTP- not to mention sirius Skilled Legilimens black could have coopted that shit from snape and gotten harry up to scratch. sirius-raised-harry would have given umbridge twice as much shit. no kreacher lying here- and harry has sirius’ mirror anyways. so no massive drama in the ministry, and no suicidal recklessness / desperate first taste of freedom on sirius’ part means no veil incident even if they got there. hence book six through seven going Quite Differently. sirius shows up book six to be DADA teacher, why not. him and remus think it’d be funny, and besides he’s petty enough to steal the job from snape. move over firenze, new hot teacher in town. half the books are avoidable.

#answer #qui repond #sirius black #harry potter #dogfather #lmv #marauders

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writingmessynaruto · 5 years ago

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Bodies — of Gods and Men {{All the Wrong Things}}

A vignette from the very non-linear, very chaotic series: All the Wrong Things

Read this installment below the cut, or on AO3.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Fandom: Naruto

Relationships: Senju Hashirama & Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Madara/Original Female Character(s), Senju Tobirama & Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama, Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Tajima, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Forbidden Love, Cousin Incest, Infidelity, Bisexuality, Body Image

Series: All the Wrong Things

Words: 538

Summary:

According to everyone, Uchiha Madara has done many things wrong in life.

He never performed as well in school as his colleagues. He didn’t choose a profitable major. He didn’t get a good enough job, and still hasn’t landed a promotion. At 35, he isn’t yet married with kids. And it’s probably because he’s fat and lazy, according to his father.

But there are many things Tajima doesn’t know about his eldest son.

Madara hasn’t loved anyone other than Hashirama for as long as he can remember. But when his best friend and boss gets engaged, Madara descends into a downward spiral. When he comes out, he realizes all he’ll ever be is a disappointment. So why try to be anything else?

See his latest failure: falling in love with his cousin.

Technically, Kyoko is his third cousin twice-removed. He checked. Father would still murder him if he found out.

But Madara does not intend to recover from this "shortcoming." To Kyoko, all of his blemishes are beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, his many pitfalls aren’t what they seem. Is anything really so objective? Is he really a failure?

BODIES -- OF GODS AND MEN

I've never had abs. Maybe in high school I had less body fat. When I got into college, Father told me to lose weight. At that point it was "for my own health." Once I graduated, it was so I could "attract my future wife."

Kyoko likes my body, or so she says. Sometimes, I feel good in it. Sometimes I don't really notice. Today I can't see anything else.

Waking up with her is magical. Maybe it's still my hormones kicking in. I love her so much. I see the sun shining through the window in her eyes. The sheets ripple over her body, slipping down her ribs. Her breasts slump with gravity. I want to kiss every inch of her. She's so beautiful. I don't want her to ever feel like me.

I ask her if she thinks I need to lose weight. It's not the first time I've asked. She says no. She likes me this way. I try to believe her. Sitting up in bed only scrunches my stomach. I stand up, exposed to the open sunlight, to the world. I always feel more confident drunk or high. I never feel like I have to hide then. But even with boxers, I feel naked. I glance back at her. She watches me with that smile. I roll my eyes.

She sees something else. I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, waiting for the shower water to heat up. The elastic waistband pushes into my sides. I pull down my boxers. Still, there are love-handles. Why are they called that? I don't love them. I feel better covered up, when I can't see any of this. I try to suck in, to flex. Maybe there are abs under there somewhere. I can only see my ribs now, and my belly looks smaller, but not toned. I need to exercise.

I sit down on the shower stool. The hot water runs through my hair and down my back. I shudder.

Only now can I even keep up with Kyoko in bed. At the start, I got tired so quickly. I was out of shape. I'm only marginally better now. The soreness in my legs and hips has gone away. I feel better usually. Until the endorphins wear off.

I look down at my stomach again. It's puffed out, patchy with thin and thick hair. My chest almost looks like breasts. They're naked and smooth except for the nipples. Sometimes I really curse my dark, curly-haired genes. I press a hand over my stomach and push in, sucking in again. Why does she like me?

Maybe it's more my personality. Even that feels like a stretch. I can see it in comparison to Tobirama. He's a hardass. But he's good-looking. He's trim and fit, slim, a tall 6'1. They honestly look dashing together when they pose for formals. She's a goddess, he's a god.

What am I? I stare down at my hairy stomach. There's a fucking ingrown hair. I've been passively itching it. It's inflamed. I hunch over my knees, the thick hair of my legs brushing my forearms. The water rushes over my neck. I stare at my toes pressing against the white tile.

Not a god.

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quokkalatte · 6 years ago

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Mixtape pt. 4 [M.YG]

Part 4

Category: One Shot series

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female!Reader

Summary: Living as an aspiring rap artist in Seoul, all you want to do is work on your music and try to get your name out there. Of course when you have someone as annoying and spiteful as Min Yoongi makes that extremely difficult. Until he decides to help you out.

Warnings: smut, language, some Namjoon action (which ofc is a warning cause oof), angry Yoongi, alcohol consumption, perhaps some angst but not really

Warnings for this chapter: Honestly none except slight mentions of sex

Author's Note:so sorry it took so long to get his out thank you for being patient ♡ this chapter is short. Like really short but I'll try to make the next one longer ~ Autumn

Tags; @notsolovelykarsyn @psychoticshawtyy

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It was like clockwork, waking up again and feeling angry and bitter at myself. Making myself something to drink and brooding and contemplating telling Yoongi not to come, tell him I'm sick. Any excuse not to see him again.

I sat on the couch, staring at Yoongi's contact, chewing my lip. I pressed his contact and texted him.

Me: don't come today, I've come down with something

Jerk: OK

I sighed, putting my phone down, going to take a long shower and try and get over the pounding in my skull, drinking was never a good idea. I undressed, stepping into the shower and allowing the steaming water to pour down my body, my eyes closing in content. I lathered myself in soap and wrapped myself in a towel, ruffling my hair with another to dry it faster. A faint knock had me frowning, dropping the towel I was drying my hair with I quickly adjusted the one covering my body, making sure I was appropriately covered, I went to the door, checking the peep hole and nearly yelped in shock.

Yoongi stood outside the door, container in hand and two drinks in another. His blonde hair was tousled and he was peering down the hall at something, scratching at his neck for a moment, pushing the grey goodie he wore for better access. I let out a short gasp. I told him I was sick! What was he still doing here? I backed away, from the door, eyeing it like it was deadly or toxic.

"Open the door Y/n I know you aren't still asleep, you texted me 30 minutes ago" Yoongi's aggregated voice came from the other side of the door. I swallowed and glared

"I told you I was sick Yoongi"

"And? Just let me in please your druggy neighbor keeps peeking at me and it's unnerving" he says, the last part fading into a whisper. I groan, pulling the door open, and Yoongi steps in quickly. He freezes once he sees my attire. Color floods his pale cheeks, and I blush darkly. "Uh, did I interrupt something?"

"N-No I just got done showering. I wasn't expecting you to still come" I mumble, excusing myself to dress, leaving Yoongi in my living room. I quickly pulled on a hoodie and sweatpants. I found him peering around my desk, and I clear my throat, and he turns to me. "Finished?" He asked and I roll my eyes.

"I still don't know why you're here, I told you not to come"

"I was already on my way when I got your text, and it wouldn't be the first time I've been around you when you're ill" he prompts, walking over to my kitchen island and setting the box and drink tray down.

"Have you considered maybe I don't want to see you?"I snap, fed up with him already. Memories of last night kept swimming in a haze, the alcohol making it dim to remember everything, but I understood the jist of watching Yoongi stick his tongue down some girl's throat and going to bed with her.

"Have you worked on a song yet?"

He completely ignored my question, opening the box and the tempting smell of sushi wafted towards me. I folded my arms, and huff

"You didn't answer my question"

"You didn't answer mine" he smirks, plucking a sushi roll and plopping into his mouth. "I brought you some too come eat" he mumbles, his cheeks puffed as he chewed. I growl in frustration and take one. "Well?"

"Yes I've worked on the song" I grumble, remembering the furious drunk scribbling I did last night in anger. Yoongi swallowed, taking a drink from his cup and dusted his hands on his pants.

"Let's see then" he asks, and I walk over to my desk and snatch the papers and handed them to him. He raised his eyebrows at me, before scanning the angry lyrics. I knew what they were, those were the one thing I remember about last night. The lyrics spoke of harsh love, love that wasn't reciprocated and the pain of having to watch him move about and not do anything about it. I suddenly realized the inspiration of the song was reading it, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth formed the words. I grew nervous, wanting to know what was running through his head. He read through them twice before handing them back to me.

"They're very meaningful, full of emotion. I'd tweak the grammar a bit and take out a couple of repitions" he says, but his mouth moved as if he wanted to ask something else. His tone was guarded and he took another sushi roll and chewed it. I nod, returning the paper to the desk. The silence that followed was awkward. Yoongi wanted to ask something, I could see it in his eyes. It did nothing more than agitate my already hostile mood with him. He chewed the sushi in silence, eyeing me as I watched cars come and go out the window above my desk. It got to much.

"Just ask what you want to ask Yoongi" I sigh, turning to look at him. He seemed embarrassed that I had caught him, but as he eyed me, his nervousness quickly snapped and he spoke.

"Is the song about the guy you're with?" He asks, tone cold and judging.

"What guy?" I frown at him, halfly with exasperation

"The Panda Express guy" he said impatiently, like I was an idiot of some sort. My eyes widened and a blush rose on my cheeks.

"I'm not seeing the Panda Express guy Yoongi" I growl.

"Are you sure?" His tone mocking.

"Positive."

"Then what are the looks he gives you every time we go out after a session?"he accuses. I groan, this boy. He acts almost like he's jealous. Which couldn't be true considering the activities he had partaken in merely 12 or so hours ago.

"That's what they are Yoongi. Looks. He kept trying to ask me out but I turned him down. He thinks we have something special after we drunkenly kissed at a friends party over a year ago" I scoff. Yoongi squinted at me, trying to see if I was telling the truth.

"Jimin?" I groan, wanting to strangle him.

"Just a friend"

"You sure?" His tone was sharp "you seemed awful cozy last night"

"Dammit Yoongi I don't like Jimin! I don't like the Panda Express guy! I've never done more than kiss a guy so stop treating me like I'm some common whore" I yell, fists clenching in anger. Yoongi blinked, taken aback my my outburst. He looked guilty for a split second, and he eyed me. I blushed, realizing I had admitted my viginity to a guy who had probably taken many.

"You've never had sex?" He asks after a pause. I turn my eyes to the ground, not meeting his gaze

"No. Never found a guy I liked enough to do things with" I mumble. I didn't like the silence. That all that seemed to be happening were bouts of awkward and tension-filled silence. I just wish he'd speak. Yoongi was always bad with words, except when he was rapping. Then he could spit out words faster than I could comprehend.

"Neither have I" I was caught in my thoughts that I almost missed him saying it. I looked at him, and he looked back. This pissed me off. I balled my fists, walking over to him, and grabbed him by his hoodie. He yelped as I dragged him towards the door. The shock must have allowed me to do so, considering Yoongi was taller than me and more built. I shoved him towards the door.

"Get out" I snap. "I don't want you here again. If all you're going to do is patronize me and slut shame me and tell lies then I don't want you here. Ever" Yoongi sputtered at me

"What are you-"

"No!" I cut him off "you don't get to listen to me announce my intact viginity only for you to reply with you haven't had sex either" I growl, pointing my finger in his face.

"I havent-"

"Liar! You had your tongue down some poor girls throat just last night! I saw you so I dare you to deny it" I hiss. He swallowed cautiously.

"I won't deny it, but I didn't have sex with her" I snort and he glared at me. "it's true. I was going to, but I stopped. I always stop. I can't bring myself to do it" he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. I frown, not fully believing him. He always had girls at parties, every single time. He'd take a girl upstairs, and now he's trying to say he's never slept with them? I was doubtful.

"Why do you stop? They're pretty and eager" I ask

"Because I don't like them. I don't want to have sex with someone I don't care about. It needs to mean something." He says. I study him before replying. He seemed honest and genuine, I didn't see a trace of a lie on his features. My next question I knew would anger him, it was a touchy subject, but I couldn't deny my jealousy that wiggled it's way into my head.

"The girl in the song you wrote for, is she special?" I ask. Yoongi's gaze was intense, and I had to will myself not to look away. I stared into his brown eyes as he spoke.

"More than she could possibly know" he says, his voice low and calm. The air sparked with a new kind of tension, created from his words and gaze. It sent pickles of emotion up my spine and caused a round of goose bumps to grace my arms. The jealousy egged me on, I wanted to know more about this girl that apparently plagued his thoughts enough to have a song written for her. Did she know about the crush Yoongi was harboring so deeply for her? Maybe not, or they'd be together already.

I didn't realize how close Yoongi was to me. His face hovered inches away from mine. I could feel the exhaled breath fan across my face and the heat his skin put off warm the air between us. It chilled me, him being so close and my cheeks spread with warmth as I realized he hadn't broken eye contact. He licked his lips, and leaned forward just slightly, his breath setting me aflame.

The loud sound of a phone ringing caused us to jump. Yoongi stumbled back into the door and I turned to find the offending noise. Yoongi phone was vibrating and ringing nest to the food and drinks. I tried to still my rapid hear beating as Yoongi quickly walked over to it, picking it up and answering it.

"Hello?" His voice was higher pitched and his cheeks were flushed pink. Incomprehensible words came from the other side. Yoongi hummed "okay I'm in my way. Try to get him not to move it" he says and hangs up. He glanced at me "I need to go"

"What happened?" I ask, instantly worried. He wrinkled his nose

"Namjoon's roommate, Seokjin, got his hand caught in the sink. Reached down to grab something and it got stuck. I need to go help get it out while Namjoon panics unnecessarily" he says. I open my mouth to respond, to tell him I wanted to come, but he was already out the door with a quick slam and a rushing sound of clothing, leaving me alone and confused.

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z-iridest · 5 years ago

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Attack On Titan: Warriors Soul- Part 2

A.O.T- The Underground

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A harsh cough left Kana as she came to, slowly sitting up. She brought her hand up to her head. It was really hurting her. She shook it off as she slowly stood, testing the strength of her legs. Despite being a little shaky, she was able to stand on her own. Okay, so the fall didn't do that much damage... If only I could figure out where the hell I even am... Kana thought as she looked around. She slowly walked to the end of the alley she was in and peeked around the corner. Everyone was dressed differently than she was. She looked down at her clothes. Well, shit, I'll be sticking out like a sore thumb... Kana looked around before spotting a shirt and some pants that looked like they would fit her. She'd have to steal them off the line they were hanging on, but it beat having to take clothes off some random, dirty as hell dead body or something. She used her gymnastics skills to climb up, snag the clothes and get back down. She looked around to make sure no one was around before changing in the shadows of the alleyway. Digging into her original pants pocket, she found that there wasn't anything but her pocket knife to take with her. She held onto it, deciding to keep it in order to use it if the need ever arose. Surprisingly, the clothes fit her okay, and she could move in them better as opposed to a dress, so it was basically heaven to her. As she stepped out into the crowd, leaving her old clothes behind and with her pocket knife in her pants pocket, she put her hair back in a messy bun, some stray hairs framing the side of her face. She would take care of her rat's nest of hair later, right now, she needed to figure out what to do.

This wasn't part of the Attack On Titan world as far as she knew, having only seen the one episode Akairi had been watching... Kana frowned at the thought of her little sister. She had to find Akairi, hoping that the poor kid would be okay alone. The thought honestly scared her, Akairi being on her own. But, considering that kid had seen the whole series through to the final episode of the third season, Kana concluded that Akairi's knowledge would be more than enough to survive this world.... At least... She hoped...

A commotion caused her dark hazel eyes to shift to her left, her gaze at an alleyway she had been about to pass. She put her hand in her pocket, closing it around the knife as she walked towards it. What she found nearly startled her. There was a young girl, around 16 or 17 if she had to guess the kid's age, with reddish-brown hair that was pulled into two pig tails, a pair of vibrant green eyes looking up at her. The kid had on a large orange button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, what looked like brown tights with small tan boots adorning her feet. Something about the girl's green eyes reminded Kana of Akairi, though the kid was currently looking really weak. Kana wordlessly helped the kid up, taking her to an abandoned house. There wasn't much in it, and the place had cobwebs galore, but it would have to do. As much as the cobwebs begged the shit out of Kana, it needed to wait. Kana tried the faucet to see if the water was working. Much to her own relief, it was. She rummaged through the cabinets before finding a cup. It was caked in dust, but after a good scrubbing, it was all the way cleaned. She filled it with water and brought it to the kid, helping her sit up. "Here, drink this. After we get you hydrated, I'll get us some food." Kana promised. The kid, thank God, listened to Kana and drank the water before falling back asleep. Once she was asleep, Kana went back out, snagging food from stands as she walked by when the owners weren't looking. She was honestly surprised at how smoothly it went considering it was her first time stealing anything. Once she returned, she gently woke up the kid and fed her, keeping an apple for herself as she looked around in thought. The place needed a serious dusting, and that wasn't even the half of it.

"Thanks for that, miss! I can take care of myself, but I appreciate the help!" The kid told her.

"What's a kid your age doing living in garbage alone anyways? Where the hell are your parents?" Kana asked.

"Aw, it's not so bad. You don't gotta worry about me. Besides, living among trash is all I know, I don't have any family left." The kid answered, waving off her concern. Kana hesitated for a second. The kid had no family left... Just like her... Well, besides Akairi...

"Well, whether you like or not, you do now." Kana replied. "I'm Kana. Kana Takashiro." The kid seemed to light up at this.

"I'm Isabel Magnolia, nice to meet ya!" She hyperactively introduced herself, causing Kana to crack a smile. This kid had as much energy as her little sister. Kana's smile fell as she looked around.

"Hey, Isabel, give me a hand with cleaning this place up, would ya? There's cobwebs and shit everywhere." Kana asked her. Isabel enthusiastically nodded before the two set to work. It took a while to clear the place of all the crap, but once it was finished, Kana felt proud of the work they'd done together. Isabel let out a breath of exhaustion, plopping cross legged onto the floor.

"That was exhausting!" She exclaimed dramatically, making Kana chuckle a bit while shaking her head. She grinned up at Kana. "Hey, Big Sis, I've told you about my family, what about yours?" She asked. Kana's smile dropped as she sat down next to Isabel. "My parents died a few years ago. I have a little sister, but she and I got separated. I somehow ended up down here." Kana answered her. She watched as a frown crossed her face.

"How old is she?" Isabel asked.

"8 years old, which is why I'm worried. She's never been on her own before."

"Do you know where she is?"

"Somewhere up top if I had to guess." Kana smiled at Isabel. "You remind me of her a bit." Isabel lit up.

"Really?" She asked excitedly. Kana nodded.

"Yeah, Akairi has a ton of energy, and she's definitely got spunk." Kana laughed at the memory. "I'll have to introduce you two if we ever get up top and find her."

"I'd love to meet her!" Isabel grinned, hugging Kana. Kana laughed and hugged her back. This was going to be a crazy one. She just wished Akairi could be here with her....

Underground- 844

A year after Kana first arrived in the Underground, she had perfected her abilities as a thief, as well as had been able to take down several men twice her size while protecting Isabel.

One specific day, Isabel and her had been snagging food from the vendors while pickpocketing certain people when Isabel suddenly looked up, making Kana stop and look up as well. Flying past them on some type of machine were two men. The first looked a bit older than Isabel, with dark blond hair with bangs that hung in the center of his forehead, and light grey eyes. He was dressed a simple, long sleeved white shirt with a blue vest, tan pants and knee high boots. But the second...

The second looked around the same age as her, with short, straight undercut raven black hair and narrow, by far the most intimidating she'd ever seen, dull grey eyes. She noticed that there were dark circles under his eyes and she wondered if he had problems sleeping for too long at night like she did.... He was wearing a white shirt that had sleeves that only went to his elbows in length, the collar turned up, a brown vest, dark pants with a brown belt and the same boots as the blond. "Those guys are so cool! I wonder what it's like to fly around like that..." Isabel trailed off in thought, making Kana smile at her a bit as she shook her head. But, she couldn't help but wonder who they were...

In the year she had been taking care of Isabel, Kana often times found herself having to hold back the nearly 18 year old spunky girl from doing something hasty, but Kana couldn't always get her to listen. One of the times Isabel didn't listen, it happened to be a day that Kana remembered from then on as the day that changed everything... The day that changed her life forever...

"Isabel, come on, we have to head back." Kana called her wild child of a friend.

"Wait, Big Sis, we can't leave it here." Isabel was bent over something, cradling whatever she was hiding in her hands.

"What're you talking about?" Kana asked, only for Isabel to reveal a bird. Kana blinked. "How the hell did that get down here?" She asked as she knelt next to Isabel to get a better look.

"It must have gotten in through the sewers." Isabel reasoned. Kana gently pet the top of the bird's head with a finger before noticing that the bird wasn't struggling in Isabel's grip at all. "We need to take it back up top." Isabel told Kana.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a second, kiddo. First of all, how're we going to get up the 11th Stairway? The toll went up earlier today, and the amount of money we do have won't be enough. Secondly, what if there's something wrong with it's wings? It won't be able to fly away." Kana asked, trying to make Isabel see reason. Isabel only smirked. Seeing through her, Kana started to refuse. "No, no, no, no, don't you dare! You know how much trouble you'll be in... Isabel!" Isabel took off running for the stairs, Kana chasing after her. The girls hid behind a wall by the stairs, watching as the guards took money to let people upstairs. Three of them total, and if they got caught, they were in for it. "This is an extremely bad idea." Kana whispered to the green eyed girl next to her. Isabel winked.

"I got this, Big Sis. You worry too much." Isabel whispered back.

"Uh, given how much trouble I've had to get you out of in the past year, I think I worry just the right amount, thank you." Kana countered, close to whisper shouting as Isabel snuck closer to the stairs with Kana behind her. But, just as they reached the steps, their luck of not being discovered ran out.

"Hey!" One of the men yelled, getting his companions to turn around.

"Run." Kana said simply before grabbing Isabel by the arm and running with her, but one of the men managed to grab Isabel.

"Ha! Got you now, girlie!" He yelled, putting a hand over Isabel's mouth.

"Get your filthy hands off her!" Kana bellowed as she cut a gash in the guy's face the same time Isabel bit down hard on his hand, making him howl in pain as Kana grabbed Isabel and ran, making the girl keep up with her.

"What're we running for?! We can take 'em!" Isabel asked.

"With you carrying that bird? I don't think so. We need to find some place to hide or at least get enough distance between us and them so I can get the drop on 'em." Kana replied stubbornly before rounding a corner, hitting some kind of plaza.

"Find somewhere to hide, I'll hold them off." Kana told her, letting her go.

"But...."

"NOW!" Kana yelled at her, interrupting what she was about to say. Isabel only nodded and continued running, Kana turning to face the men chasing them, able to hear their voices. She grit her teeth, growling a bit as a deadly scowl crossed her face. Just as they came into view, she heard a thud coming from somewhere behind her, allowing her to conclude without looking that Isabel had found a place to hide.

"Can't believe that brat bit me that hard, and that bitch..."

"When we catch them, lemme have a little fun with them."

"Hah? What fun can you have with a brat like that? The bitch, I understand..." All three men stopped in their tracks upon seeing Kana, her knife drawn and a look of pure hatred on her face. The blade was pointed downward as she stood in a ready position, anticipating the fight that was to come.

"Oi, where's the brat?" The leader asked.

"Why don't you shitheads piss the fuck off? I'm not telling you where she is." Kana snapped at them.

"Guess I get to have my fun after all." The second one grinned, a look in his eyes that pissed her off.

"You'll have to kill me first." Kana snarled before the men charged her. Kana let out a yell and started fighting them, dodging all their attacks and dealing damage of her own. After a while, one of them got a hit in, knocking her to the ground. Kana sprung back up, her knife out of her hand and too far beyond her reach to get without getting caught. She crossed her arms in front of her to guard herself as she was attacked by one while the other two charged her. Noticing her predicament, she back flipped, avoiding the two and causing them to crash into each other before they hit the ground, groaning in pain.

"GODDAMN IT!" The leader roared, swinging wildly at Kana. Kana dodged each, getting under the last punch before kicking his stomach and punching him in the face as hard as she could. The leader grunted as her fist came into contant with his nose, a cracking sound being heard before he hit the ground, blood gushing out from his nose. Kana panted for a second.

"Listen up, piss ants. You threaten that kid again, I swear to god, I'll hunt all of you down, and kill your dumbasses. You stay the fuck away from her, got it?" Kana snarled at them. Much to her satisfaction, they nodded quickly, their eyes showing fear. "Then get the hell out here before I change my mind." She watched as they got up. She lunged for them and they screamed, tripping over their own feet as they ran for it. She wiped the blood from her bottom lip, finding it was busted. "Damn..." She murmured before going to her knife and picking it up. It was covered with blood leftover from the fight. She looked down at it in disgust before cleaning it, walking toward the house that Isabel ran to. When she looked up, she found the two young men from a few weeks before, the men leaning against opposite sides of the doorframe. She stopped in place, popping a hip. "You gonna let me pass to see her, or am I gonna have to kick your asses too? I'd rather not have to fight again today, but I will if I have to."

"Heh. You're a fiesty one too, aren't ya? Relax, we'll let you see her." The blond replied, allowing Kana to pass him. Kana glanced to her right to see the raven haired man's grey eyes on her. He was 3 inches taller than her, much to her annoyance. Considering that she was only 5 feet tall, she should have known she still would end up the shorter one, but a woman could only hope... He made no move to stop her, merely cleaning his own knife with a rag. Once her blade was clean, Kana put her knife and the rag she had away in her pocket before kneeling in front of Isabel.

"Are you okay?" She asked. Isabel nodded cheerfully in response. "Are you hurt?" She asked again, getting a head shake from Isabel this time. Kana reached up and flicked Isabel on her forehead, making the girl yelp.

"What was that for?" She whined as she rubbed her forehead with a hand.

"For acting like an idiot. Again." Kana answered. Isabel merely pouted at her.

"Hey, how long are you going to cling onto that for?" The male asked Isabel after a minute of silence had passed. Isabel blinked in surprise, but the male wasn't done. "It's going to die."

"I thought that'd warm it up." Isabel replied, moving her arm so the males could see the bird, holding it in her hands. Kana moved to Isabel's side so the boys could see better.

"Where'd you two get that bird?" He asked.

"It was flying about, probably came in via the sewers. I thought I'd set it free above ground." Isabel told them. The blond looked surprised.

"You tried to sneak up the stairway for that?" He asked. Isabel smiled down at the bird in her hands as she gently stroked its feathers.

"This little guy probably prefers soaring the skies instead of wandering the underground city." Isabel answered. The blond knelt by her, getting a closer look at the bird.

"That's all fine and dandy, but this bird's hurt its wing." He told Isabel. Isabel looked down at it.

"Huh? For real?!" Isabel cried out, making Kana's eyes go skyward.

"Told you." Kana said to her, making Isabel glare at her.

A bit later, the blond finished wrapping both the bird's wings in gauze before gently holding the little thing in his hands. Kana was sitting next to him on the couch, her leg crossed over the other while Isabel sat in a chair facing him to watch his actions. "You're something else.... Oh, right! What's your name? I'm Isabel, and that's Kana." She jabbed her thumb toward Kana.

"I'm Farlan and that's Levi." Farlan introduced himself before casting a glance over at the raven haired male, who was sitting at the table with one leg over his other, slouched with one arm on the tip of the backrest on the chair.

"Farlan, and, Bro?" Isabel asked. The words caused Levi to glance at Isabel with an eyebrow raised.

"Bro?" He asked.

"Please let me join you!" Isabel burst out.

"Hah?" Farlan turned toward Isabel.

"Isabel..." Kana started, but Isabel kept talking.

"You guys use ODM gears, right? I've seen you two in action! Seeing you guys fly free like birds made me jealous. I want to try it out too!" Isabel begged. Farlan turned to Levi.

"What should we do?" He asked. Levi looked down in thought for a minute, uncrossing his legs before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Hey!" Isabel's shout made him stop in his tracks, looking at Isabel.

"If you're going to stay here, learn how to clean first before learning the ODM Gear." Levi answered, before his eyes set on Kana. "That goes for you too."

"Tch, not a problem." Kana answered. She wasn't going to let Isabel join them alone, but it looked like she wouldn't have to force them to accept her too. Levi looked at Kana a bit longer before heading out the door, closing it behind him. Isabel threw a questioning glance Farlan's way, who merely smiled and nodded once, causing Isabel to light up.

"THANK YOU, BRO!" Isabel yelled after him, causing Kana to snigger and shake her head. In the month or so that followed, the girls tried on the gear given to them, and a test run proved difficult as both Kana and Isabel somehow ended upside down multiple times before calling it quits. Not too long after, Farlan took the bandages off the bird's wings, seeing that it was good as new before Levi, Farlan, Isabel and Kana all cleaned the hideout top to bottom, making it spotless. They ate together, Farlan, Isabel and Kana teasing each other. Levi even ruffled Isabel's hair. After a month or so, Levi's gang gathered around to watch as the girls attempted the ODM Gear again, this time being successful in their attempts and flying around as the gang cheered them on. Kana, Isabel and the boys flew above the city on the ODM gear, finding a crevice in the ground big enough to set the bird free, sending it back where it belonged. Kana wrapped an arm around Isabel's shoulders as the four watched the bird fly high into the sky, leaving behind a single feather.

"That'll be us one day, I promise." Kana promised Isabel before the four headed back to the hideout. When they were almost there, Kana stopped dead in her tracks. A man was in front of the steps, looking at a pocket watch. "Levi." Kana got Levi's attention before nodding toward the man, the remaining three stopping next to Kana. Levi saw the man as he looked up, closing his pocket watch and putting it in his pocket. Levi discretely moved a bit in front of the girls, wanting to protect them both from whoever this guy was.

"Oi, what is it, old geezer? You want something from us?" Isabel asked, her arms crossed behind her head.

"I need a job done." The man spoke. Farlan spoke this time.

"You sure you didn't get the wrong address? We aren't handymen." He told the man.

"I assure you, the pay will be good." The man insisted.

"Piss off." Levi finally put in before Kana could reply, the four walking past him.

"I believe I have already put down a deposit for your services." The man told them without turning around. This made the four of them turn around.

"That's horseshit. This is the first time we've met." Kana responded this time, standing next to Levi on the steps.

"That's true... But I'm sure you will recognize the gentleman over there." The man spoke, turning his gaze to across the street, the four turning their heads to see what he was looking at. A young man not much younger than Farlan was being helped into a carriage by two older men.

"Jan!" Farlan spoke, recognizing him instantly.

"His leg is severely impaired. He must have it operated on in a hospital above ground. I am correct, am I not, Levi?" The man asked.

"What're you getting at?" Kana asked, the question coming out in a half snarl, as if tempting the man to try something.

"I'll repeat myself... That is our deposit. Now, will you hear me out?" The man asked. Levi stayed silent for a minute before speaking.

"Very well." He agreed. While Jan was carried into the waiting carriage with a smile on his face, the four followed the men up the 11th Stairway. As they reached the top, they shielded their eyes from the bright sun, giving their eyes time to adjust.

"Are these the ones?" Kana heard the voice before she saw the man. He was sitting in a carriage, but he was looking at them from the window. She noticed his eyes lingered longer on her before they gained a look that no good man should ever look at a woman with. As the man who brought them there spoke, Kana felt Levi put her behind him, a sharp, hateful glare on his face.

"Yes. I've heard great things about them." The man with them spoke. Levi glared at the man for a moment before speaking.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"I understand your wariness. But, you'll learn to trust me in time." The man spoke.

"Doubtful." Kana murmured under her breath before Farlan laughed a bit.

"How so?" He asked.

"The fact that I've contacted you personally proves it. I am risking quite a lot by being here. Have you recieved my deposit?" He asked.

"I don't know what you call it above ground, but it's called "taking a hostage" where we're from." Levi spoke up in response.

"It's proof that your reward will be ample." The man replied. "Do you understand? Once you complete this job, not only will you be generously compensated for your work, but you will also earn the right to live above ground." The man's words made Kana's heart stop dead in her chest. She could get above ground? She could find her sister if she was above ground, but where would she even begin to start looking? As the four started to walk away, the man spoke once more. "Let me just say one thing." This made Levi stop and turn back around, still keeping Kana behind him. "Whether you accept this job or not, the target will come into contact with you. In other words, there's no getting around it."

.........

Later on at the hideout, Levi and Kana checked over their gear with Farlan and Isabel checking over their own before stepping outside for a second. Everything was working in perfect order, but Kana didn't want to tempt fate. The chance of finding her sister depended on this job... She felt the warmth of Levi's hand over hers, realizing that she had been slightly trembling. "What's on your mind?" Levi asked.

"This is a huge chance, but... I don't trust that man." Kana answered him.

"I honestly don't either, but we don't have a choice at this point. Farlan should be able to come up with the intel we need, so we're at least not going into this blind." Levi replied. Kana looked down at her feet. "Hey." She heard Levi's voice grow soft in tone before feeling him lift her chin with his finger and thumb, making her look up into his eyes. "You're already thinking about how this could go wrong. Stop that. Everything'll be fine." He assured her.

"I hope you're right." Kana whispered, but Levi heard her anyway.

"Levi, we're ready to roll." Farlan told Levi as he poked his head through the door, causing the male to turn his attention away from Kana before he could say anything more to her. As they walked down to where their latest heist would be, Farlan spoke. "I've verified Jan's status. He's definitely been admitted to a top class hospital. The man in the carriage's identity is legit, too. This job is the real deal. We're doing this, aren't we, Levi?" He asked. Levi was silent for a moment.

"Bro?" Isabel asked tentatively.

"Just act natural. It's only when we come face to face with them like that bald geezer said, that our job begins." Levi answered. He jumped down behind a bunch of crates, the others getting into position. When Levi gave the signal, the four activated their ODM gear and jumped into the air, Levi and Kana crashing into crates and knocking them over, allowing the ground members of the gang to grab what was there and run for it.

"It's those thieves! They've hit us again!" One of the guys below shouted.

"Somebody call the Military Police!" Another guy yelled as the four took off into the sky.

"Yahoo!" Isabel shouted in excitement as she soared through the air behind Levi, Kana and Farlan. They got into formation, Levi and Kana in front while Farlan and Isabel were next to each other behind the two. Farlan glanced behind them.

"Levi, they're here! Our pursuers!" Farlan shouted in warning. Levi and Kana glanced behind them to see 3 Military Police officers and four people behind them in green cloaks.

"Military Police, huh? When will they learn?" Isabel asked with a smirk before looking ahead at Levi with a bright smile. "Yo, Bro! Was that line sweet or what?" She asked Levi.

"Are you dense?" Levi's counter question caused Isabel to pout. Levi and Kana both maneuvered a different way, causing all three Military Police to fall off course. A couple switches pulled by Levi and Kana caused them to be able to push off a wall to go the way they came, as two of the soldiers in green passed and were forced to turn around while Kana and Levi rejoined Farlan and Isabel.

"Those movements.... They're not the Military Police!" Farlan exclaimed, all four of the soldiers in green keeping on their tail.

"Yeah, there's no mistaking it..." Levi trailed off.

"It's them." Kana finished. "Those Wings of Freedom crests... The Scouts." All four kept up with them as Farlan let out a slight chuckle.

"These battle-hardened soldiers really are a cut above the rest." Farlan commented. Levi looked at Kana.

"You three! You know what to do." Levi told them. Kana nodded.

"Of course." Isabel replied.

"It's showtime, right?" Farlan added before the four split off in different directions. A Reconnaissance soldier followed each, Kana kicking it into high gear. Time to see how good you boys really are. Kana thought as she maneuvered over the city, trying to shake the one behind her. She sprang in a window, running through the building, jumping over gaps and flipping between the divide in the conjoined buildings. She jumped through the window on the opposite side, allowing herself to free fall. She gasped when she spotted a green blur heading for her and ducked as she ended up going under his blade, the metal nearly touching her skin. With the angle she was in, what little lighting the town shone through the hood her pursuer was wearing, revealing a pair of blue eyes looking at her. She could barely spot some blond hair, though her first thought had nothing to do with his looks all together...

Goddamn, those eyebrows are thick as fuck! Kana thought as she shot up into the air more and flew at a fast pace. However, a second ambushed her from above, knocking her to the ground. Kana slid a bit before flipping onto her feet, drawing her knife and blocking an attack, straining to keep from losing the fight. A glance to her left showed her that Levi was right next to her, the soldier that had been pursuing her having him pushed against the wall behind him with his knife hand up next to his head while the male's blade sat at Levi's neck, Levi's free hand keeping the wrist holding the bigger blade from getting any closer to hurting him. "You bastard!" Kana yelled, but the break of concentration got her in the same predicament. Levi and Kana both struggled at the same time.

"Don't even think about it. Look around you." Kana's pursuer told them. Kana glanced over to find that Farlan and Isabel had been captured, Farlan not struggling at all while Isabel struggled like a maniac.

"Let me go, asshole! Goddamnit!" Isabel yelled as she struggled, giving her captor a hard time. Farlan saw their predicament.

"Levi, Kana!" He shouted, drawing Isbael to stop struggling and look at the two, complete and utter fear on her eyes. Kana grit her teeth.

"You son of bitch." Kana snarled at him before Levi dropped his knife. Reluctantly, Kana followed his lead, not knowing what else to do. Both men holding them against the wall let go of them and withdrew their blades.

"You're both quick on your feet." The male commented, only getting a glare from both in response, Levi half putting Kana behind him protectively.

Just moments later, all four were on their knees with their hands cuffed behind their backs, Levi placed between Kana and Isabel. "I will ask you a few questions." He held up on of the handles for the ODM Gear. "Where did you obtain these?" The first of his questions was met with silence. "You're all very skilled in ODM Gears. Who was your instructor?" Again, his question was followed by silence. Their interrogator approached Levi. "I'm guessing you are their leader. Have you undertaken squad training before?" He questioned Levi. For the third time, silence was his only response, followed by a glare. The male who had attacked Kana grabbed Levi by the head and forced him to the ground, ducking Levi's face in a muddy puddle.

"Get the fuck off him!" Kana yelled.

"Asshole!" Isabel shouted at the same time.

"I'll ask once more. Where did you learn how to use the ODM Gear?" The interrogator asked. Both Kana and Levi glared at him.

"No one taught us! We taught ourselves!" Farlan answered. That got Farlan a look of disbelief.

"You taught yourselves? That's hard to believe." He responded.

"We did so the escape from this goddamn hellhole. It's something that someone like you, who's basked in the sun, would never understand. Either way, get your filthy ass hands the fuck off of him now. You got your goddamn answer." Kana snarled, her glare unwavering from her face.

"Stop acting stuck up just because you're soldiers!" Isbael growled in addition. The male's gaze switched from Kana to Isabel, then back to Kana again before settling on Levi. With a nod to his companion, Levi's head was brought back up out of the puddle before the blond knelt in the puddle to be eye level with Levi.

"My name is Erwin Smith. What is your name?" He introduced himself. Levi was silent for a moment before replying.

"Levi."

"Levi, I would like to make you a deal." Erwin told him.

"A deal?" Levi asked in response before Erwin continued.

"We'll let you off the hook so long as you lend us your strength. Join the Reconnaissance Battalion." Erwin told him. Farlan and Isbael's eyes grew a little wide at this while Kana and Levi's stayed narrowed in a poker faced glare.

"And if I refuse?" Levi asked.

"You'll be handed over to the Military Police. Considering the length of your rap sheet," Erwin stood to full height as he continued. "The Military Police will make your lives a living hell."

"Erwin, was it? Why don't you take a good long look around you? Filth is everywhere here, people are dying without medicines that are too high in cost enough without the rising prices, no sunlight for anyone down here means even more people in fatal condition without any resources they need... How could you, someone who's lived in luxury compared to the four of us, call this anything but a living hell?" Kana asked him, speaking her mind with venom on the edge of her voice. Erwin faced Kana.

"Then, you have no reason to decline my offer." Erwin told her, ignoring most of what she said. A growl left Kana, but the female found herself ignored again. "Make your decision." Erwin told Levi. Levi was silent for a moment before speaking only two words:

"Very well." Isabel's eyes widened in surprise at this, Farlan remaining unreadable along with Kana as Levi spit out mud before glaring up at Erwin. "I'll join the Reconnaissance Battalion." With Levi's agreement, they were freed of their restraints and lead up the stairs, being taken to the Reconnaissance Battalion's Headquarters. A female soldier took Isabel and Kana into a different room to get them cleaned up and dressed before letting the girls rejoin their male friends to receive their jackets. When Kana had entered the room, Levi was the only friend there, along with a male soldier. The male soldier gave her one of the jackets, which Kana put on before standing beside Levi, getting a good look at him. Along with the Scout uniform was a pure white ascot around his neck. Kana thought it looked good on him, but before she could say anything about it, Farlan and Isabel joined them.

.......

"ATTENTION!" The leader of the Scouts yelled, all of the Scouts standing at attention as Farlan, Isabel, Levi and Kana all stood beside him, facing their new comrades. "Starting today, these four will be fighting alongside all of you! Introduce yourselves!" He commanded the four after addressing the Scouts. Levi glanced at Erwin before looking at the Scouts, his arms crossed over his chest.

"The name's Levi." Levi introduced himself. It caused a bit of commotion among the Scouts, more than likely due to the way it was said.

"Levi, the first thing you need to learn is some goddamn discipline." The leader told him with a bit of an irritated scowl. "Next!" At the leader's shout, Isabel stepped up, her head held high.

"I'm Isabel Magnolia! Nice to meet ya!" She introduced herself. Farlan was next, saluting with his fist over his heart, though it was turned toward the ground.

"My name is... Farlan Church." Farlan introduced himself. Lastly, was Kana.

"And I am Kana Takashiro." Kana introduced herself.

"Flagon, these four will be assigned to your squad." The leader told one of the soldiers. "Look after them." Flagon didn't look too pleased with this. "M-My squad, sir?"

"Any objections?"

"N-No..." His eyes glanced toward Erwin, who was next to him. "But, shouldn't Erwin..."

"Erwin is tasked with overseeing all the soldiers. The new recruits will be your responsibility. Is that understood?" The leader interrupted him. Flagon saluted, Kana paying attention to the way he saluted the leader. Fist over heart with the heel of the palm turned upward toward the sun... The Scouts made a commotion over Farlan's introduction because he saluted wrong.... She thought, making a mental note not to make the same mistake.

"Yes sir! Understood!" Flagon answered his leader's question, though he still didn't look happy about it as he glared a bit at Levi, Levi's gaze steady as he looked at Flagon in return. A bit later, Flagon was showing them around, saving a simple building for last. "This is the barracks." He told the four as he entered the building. Farlan looked around as he followed Flagon into a room.

"There are quite a few bunks in here." Farlan commented, Isabel jumping in excitement behind him. Kana and Levi entered behind Isabel, Kana looking around.

"Yay! We're all in the same room!" Isabel shouted in excitement, causing Flagon to look irritated. Noticing Flagon's expression, Kana spoke.

"The barracks are separated by gender, aren't they?" Kana guessed. Flagon nodded in confirmation, making Isabel whine.

"But I wanna sleep in here!" Isabel yelled, Flagon continuing as he nodded toward a bunk bed, the bed closest to the window.

"You two men will sleep here." Levi walked over to the bunk and ran his hand behind the bottom board for the top bunk, a disgusted look crossing his face when dust and debris fell onto the lower bed. He rubbed his index finger and thumb together as his nose scrunched up. "So, I know you guys were living in the Underground City's slums, but do try to keep this place clean." Flagon told the boys. Kana watched cautiously as an angry look crossed Levi's face just then. To tell him, of all people, to try to keep a place clean... It was practically an insult.

"Levi..." Kana's voice was low in warning, but ultimately the warning went unheard by him. Levi turned around to face Flagon with a look on his face that screamed he was about ready to start fighting.

"Huh?" That was the only sound that left Levi as Isabel, Furlan and Kana all tensed up. Oh shit... Before anyone could move to stop him, Levi had stepped closer to Flagon, a set glare on his face.

"Wh-What's with that look?!" Flagon's voice shook, but whether it was from rage or fear, Kana wasn't able to tell. "How dare you approach a superior officer with that attitude-"

"Sorry!" Farlan jumped between Levi and Flagon, cutting the tension that was about to unfold into a fight. The girls stood side by side, frozen as they watched Farlan act. "We understand. We'll try to keep this place clean."

"We'll do more than try... We can keep it better kept than those idiots." Kana mumbled under her breath before she saw Farlan salute Flagon with his fist upside down again. She nearly facepalmed. Flagon looked at Farlan for a minute.

"Tch... You'll begin training first thing tomorrow, got it?" Flagon asked as he walked out. "Your hand's upside down!" He yelled over his shoulder before the door slammed shut.

"Well... He was pleasant..." The last word was said with venomous sarcasm, coming through Kana's grit teeth. "I swear to the gods, if we gotta deal with every one of our commanding officers being that way, I'm not gonna make it through this without killing someone." Kana commented, getting a look from Farlan before the male turned to Levi, who had pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his hand off.

"Don't disobey your superiors, Levi." Farlan warned Levi before looking at Kana. "We're drawing enough attention as it is."

"Didn't you hear what that prick was sprouting out of his big mouth?" Levi asked, turning to Farlan with a look that showed that he was still pissed off about it.

"We weren't just caught by accident, you know." Farlan pointed out. "I hope you haven't forgotten why we're here, Levi."

"Yeah, I know." Levi replied. Kana opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, looking down at her boots as she remembered what their employer had said....

"The Scout Regiment will likely come after you. Be sure to put up little resistance. There are two things I'll have you do for me... First, you'll obtain a certain document, which is in the possession of Erwin Smith. And secondly, to kill the Scout Regiment squad leader, Erwin Smith. These are the tasks I've given you." His voice echoed in their minds.

"To be frank, I honestly don't trust him. However, at this point, it's not like we can just go back the Underground... As fucked up as I may think this is, we don't have a choice. If we want lives above ground, we have to do this." Kana spoke up once she snapped out of her thoughts. Levi nodded in agreement. Later that night, Kana laid on her bed, wide awake as she listened to Isabel's soft snores thinking about how strong she had been forced to be during the past year or so. But, the only thoughts that would truly echo through her head were about Akairi. Is Akairi even okay? Where would I even begin to look for her? Kana turned onto her side, her eyes glancing out the window to the starry sky. Please, she mentally prayed, let my sister be safe.

The next morning, the four began training. One of the female Scouts led Isabel and Kana to the horses. While a couple of them nudged Isabel for attention, one in particular caught Kana's eye. It was a black mare, it's hooves pounding as the Scouts put a saddle and reigns on it. It didn't look too happy either way. "What's going on with that one?" Kana asked. The female Scout looked where she was looking, Kana catching a grimmace as one of the Scouts near the horse got on the saddle, only to be in for a wild ride as the horse began bucking.

"That's what we call a real Night Mare. That particular one's name is Shadow, and since we found him as a colt, no one's been able to go near him except for the stable keeper, and even that's only to give him food and water. He doesn't allow anyone to ride him." She answered Kana. He's rebellious... Kana thought as she began walking toward the commotion to get a better look at the animal despite the Scout shouting at her that she was nuts. Kana watched as the horse kept bucking until the Scout flew off the saddle. The horse nickered, as if laughing at the Scout, before finally settling down. Kana walked toward the horse, keeping her eyes on it and ignoring the other Scouts that were currently shouting at her to not try it. The horse was watching her, as if daring her to make any sudden movements. Kana slowly reached up with one hand, placing it gently on its snout. The horse nickered, but made no movements. Kana cautiously continued, running her hand from its snout and down its neck until she reached right beside the saddle. She looked at the horse, only to find it watching her. She placed one foot in the saddle, but that was when all hell broke loose. The horse started bucking, obviously not going to allow Kana on as she was thrown to the ground. She grit her teeth as the other Scouts laughed at her, but the 5 foot tall woman was far from done. Kana got back up on her feet before beginning to back up, getting a running start and using the fence as leverage to boost herself into the air. She grabbed hold of the reigns as she came down and swung herself into position in the saddle, holding on for dear life as the horse continued to buck, both horse and woman refusing to back down. Kana pulled back on the reigns, causing the horse the rear before she lightly digging her heels into the animal's sides. The horse took off running, though it still bucked as it ran before it finally settled down, focusing on running down the pasture as it accepted defeat. Heart hammering her chest, Kana reached down and gently placed her hand on the side of its neck. It neighed and she withdrew her hand.

Kana pulled back on the reigns a bit after a minute, forcing the horse to slow down to a trot. "I'm glad we're finally in agreement. Let's head back, yeah?" Kana asked him. He nickered in response. "Hyah!" She gently nudged the horse's sides with her heels and they took off once more, heading back to the others. The Scouts were cheering for her as they arrived back, though the trainer's jaw had dropped to the ground. Isabel caught sight of Kana from on her own horse and laughed. Kana slowed her horse back down to a trot as the two approached Isbael. Isabel high fived Kana as the older woman came to a stop beside her.

"Big Sis, watch me!" Isabel told her before taking off as Kana kept Shadow still. Kana laughed a bit as Isabel showed off with the horse she was riding before coming back, petting the horse's mane as the two came to a stop.

"I'm surprised... Did someone teach you two how to ride a horse?" The girl asked, her brown hair in longer pigtails than Isabel.

"Nah, not me. But, I've always been fond of animals. This guy says he likes me too." Isabel answered, leaving the trainer in shock while Kana laughed.

"I haven't learned either, I just went with my gut." Kana provided her answer.

"No way!" The trainer exclaimed in disbelief. Isabel grinned down at her.

"I'm serious! Big Sis, wanna race?" Isabel asked.

"I think Shadow has a race in him. Ready..."

"Set..."

"Go!" Both girls shouted as they urged their horses into a gallop, racing down the pasture. The girls laughed as they raced, Kana and Shadow taking the lead about halfway through.

"Hey, no fair!" Isabel shouted after Kana as a free spirited laugh left the older woman's lips, her dark chocolate brown hair flying behind her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Flagon asked Kana later that afternoon, Kana holding the blades the same way she would hold her knife. "Those blades weren't designed to be held like that. Do you want to die the moment you step outside those walls?"

"Why don't you ask yourself the same question? If you hold a knife during a fight for your life in the Underground City the way you're teaching me how to hold these blades, you're already dead." Kana told Flagon as she walked toward the starting line to begin training with the dummies.

"What was that?!" Flagon asked, his voice giving away his rising anger.

"All I have to do is slice the nape of a Titan's neck, right?" Kana turned to face Flagon. "With all due respect, I'll do it my way." She told him before beginning her training. Two Scouts were watching along with Flagon.

"Was she given any formal training?" The woman asked. The woman had shoulder length dark brown hair that was tied up in an unkempt high ponytail with bangs parted down the middle. She wore thick-rimmed glasses that have bands strapped around her head, glasses which hide her wide, light brown eyes.

"No, I don't believe so." Her male companion replied, turning to look at her. The male had short smooth brown hair parted down the middle and light brown eyes. "I don't think any of the four new recruits had formal training." He jumped a bit when the woman gained an excited expression on her face.

"Good... Very good!" Her male companion gained a startled expression as she continued. "Everything, from how we search for Titans to how we defeat them, is dependent upon individual methods!" She let out a squeal of excitement. "This is getting fun!" She exclaimed. As Kana flew through the trees, her dark hazel eyes scanned the surrounding areas and in front of her for any sign of the targets. All of a sudden, two popped up at the same time. She switched gears, shooting her anchors straight ahead and giving it a bit of gas to speed forward. As she sped forward, she drew her blades, turning them the way she was taught how to fight. As she passed the two Titan training dummies, she sliced both nape targets, twisting a bit in order to get a deep enough cut before shooting forward, moving to the next target as Flagon watched her.

Later on that night, while Erwin and the other leaders were in a meeting, Isabel, Levi and Kana kept watch in different positions while Flagon was searching Erwin's office for the document they were sent to retrieve. Dammit, where is it? I thought this would be easy, considering how little there is here... Farlan thought as he searched the room before starting to pace the room a bit. Just then, the warning signal sounded off, causing Farlan to freeze and look around the office for a place to hide. By the time Erwin reached his office and stepped in, Farlan, Isabel, Kana and Levi were gone, leaving no evidence of them being there. "We won't find it, no matter how many times we turn his office over. It's probably best to assume it isn't in his room." Farlan told the other three.

"Then, where would it be?" Isabel asked.

"What do you do with something you really want to keep safe?" Farlan asked in retaliation.

"You have it on your person at all times..." Kana answered before a sigh left her. "Which means we'd have to kill him first in order to get it."

"Exactly my thoughts, which means we could use the upcoming mission to our advantage. Outside the Walls, Erwin and the others will have their hands full with Titans. We just have to wait for an opportunity." Farlan told them.

"I see... Great idea!" Isabel replied. Kana, however, noticed the look on Levi's face as he glanced down at the floor.

"You okay with that, Levi?" Farlan asked him.

"Sure." Levi answered.

"But?" Kana asked, seeing the hesitation in Levi's eyes. Levi glanced up and straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest.

"But I'm going alone." Levi told them, his posture leaving no room for arguement.

"What?" Farlan and Isabel asked.

"Hell no." Kana replied, only to find that Levi wasn't listening to her.

"You three come up with any excuse to stay behind." Levi continued.

"Bro..." Isabel trailed off.

"Why?!" Kana asked before Farlan or Isabel could.

"We haven't even seen a real Titan yet, and it'll be our first time outside the Walls. It may take all we've got just to make it back alive." Levi responded before a determined scowl crossed his face. "But, if I'm by myself, I'll manage somehow."

"But that's..." Isabel started to argue, but Farlan held up a hand, interrupting her.

"So, what you're saying is that we can't handle it, right?" Farlan asked him.

"That's right. At least, that's how I feel." Levi said. Isbael jumped off of the crate she was sitting on and walked until she was right in front of Levi.

"How can you say that?! You won't know until we've at least tried!" Isbael shouted in argument at him.

"What the hell's wrong with you? It's not like you to loose your nerve like this." Kana continued. Levi stiffened, seeming to grow angrier.

"If you won't stay behind, then we're done talking!" He yelled in response. Isabel and Kana both blinked. "We'll wait for an another opportunity." Levi then began to walk away, Isabel looking at the ground while Kana glared at the wall. What the hell was going on with him. Farlan growled a bit and turned to face Levi as he walked past.

"Levi!" Farlan called after him.

"Wait, Bro!" Isbael added as the trio ran after Levi.

Kana had been the first to spot him. Levi was on the Wall, sitting with one leg dangling over the edge, while the other was bent at the knee, one of his arms draped over it as he looked up at the sky. It was a cloudy night, but a little moonlight still struggled to shine through the clouds, reflecting on his pale, strong featured face in a way that made him look... God-like... Kana felt her heart skip a beat before she quickly shook it off. Why was she thinking this way? She shouldn't be thinking this way, especially not now...

Levi's eyes darted to the side when he heard footsteps, seeing Kana approaching him. She wordlessly sat down next to him, knowing his eyes were still on her as she looked up at the sky. "Where're the others?" Levi asked.

"On their way." Kana answered, not moving her eyes from the sky above her. Levi opened his mouth to respond to her, but was cut off by Isabel and Farlan's voices.

"Bro!"

"Levi!" Both Kana and Levi turned their attentions to their two friends as they joined them, Isbael having her arms crossed over her chest. "Let's talk about this. No matter how I look at it, you going alone is a bad idea. It's a fool's errand!"

"You said that when we first step outside the walls, it'd be all four of us together, right? Have you forgotten?" Isabel asked, reminding Levi of the promise they had made. Levi turned his back to them after a minute.

"It's the same." Isabel and Farlan started in confusion before Levi continued. "Without the moon and the stars, the night is just as dark above ground as below it." Levi told them.

"The color of the sky, sure. But.." Kana trailed off.

"But it's different." Isabel finished. This made Levi turn around to face them. "We know that there's no ceiling! It's completely different!"

"That's right. The sky is endless. It may be the same darkness, but it's different from underground." Farlan added.

"Look." Kana pointed upward. Levi obeyed and looked up at the sky once more, only to find that the clouds were moving, revealing the moon and allowing more of it's light to shine.

"The moon is so bright!" Isabel sat next to Kana while Farlan sat on Levi's other side. "Right? It feels different, doesn't it?" She asked.

"Of course." Farlan responded to her. "We're not underground." They all looked up at the sky.

"We'll never go back down there." Kana added as the four sat together.

(To be continued in part 3 [I've hit the max! 😫😫😫😫] comment and like to tell me what you think)

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