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drunkewok · 2 years ago

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Tiger Inside Chapter Three

Stray Kids Mafia (Ongoing)

Masterlist

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WC: 2.9k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

Night reflected off the windows of the city, an eerie silence settling across the streets like fog. My stomach tightened itself into knots, processing the different outcomes possible from this night. Sliding my hand into my purse as I walked, my fingers brushed over the fabricated wall to ensure my handgun was tucked into its discreet pocket. A level of self defense I’ve grown too accustomed to leaving inside of my bedside table instead of on my person. I knew if things escalated, I needed to be prepared. If this goes south, I need to be ready.

The lights of the Tancheon Bridge came into my view in the distance, the quiet hum of vehicles passing over as I neared closer. Far ahead I could make out the silhouette of the two blonde figures leaning against the truck of a car, clearly deep in a conversation by the movement of bodies in the darkness. I slowed my steps as I approached, delaying the notice of my presence, as I took a deep breath and held my purse close to my body.

Felix was the first to notice me, immediately standing and greeting me with nothing but a blank stare. Hyunjin’s head slowly turned in my direction, almost a look of surprise on his face, as he shuffled his hands out of his pockets. We observed each other in silence for a moment. I scanned their figures, ensuring their hands were visible and not implicating immediate danger.

“So what is it that you had to tell me so desperately?” My voice is flat, my attempts at sounding level headed seeming to come off successful. Felix cleared his throat, cutting eye contact and staring at his feet. “Care to explain why you’ve been keeping surveillance on me the last few months?”

“Things aren’t going well with the family.” I didn’t expect Hyunjin’s voice to cut through first, my eyes immediately locking on his, realizing his cold demeanor had melted, his eyes showing that of sorrow. “Your Father knew things might reach back to you, so he asked us to keep an eye on you.” Felix’s gaze stayed firmly on his feet, avoiding my own in any sense of the matter.

“Care to explain to me further? Or are you gonna try and stay mysterious and keep things vague? Because this really isn’t the time.” My irritation was dripping off my lips, my own worries hiding themselves behind my words. I could feel the shaking manifesting in my bones, my expectations for the worst already becoming apparent.

“He’s had someone on his tail for quite some time now” He cleared his throat before continuing, now opting for also avoiding my gaze, his feet shuffling through the dirt in front of him.

“Jesus Christ Hyunjin, get to the point.” I kept my distance, still wary of their intentions, my grip on the strap of my purse growing tighter with the tension sitting thick in the air. Hyunjin finally raised his head back to me, eyes meeting mine in a painful gaze.

“He’s dead, y/n.” His eyes looked shallow, his own sleepless nights living under his eyes only just now appearing evident to me. My chest tightened, processing the sharp words I knew would eventually reach his lips. I hoped to stay ignorant, the day I knew would eventually be coming still hitting me like a bag full of bricks. I struggled to keep myself upright, my legs quickly growing too weak for my frame. “We were supposed to just stay distant, but he said if anything directly happened to him you needed to be under heavier surveillance.” His words sounded fuzzy, my brain struggling to keep up. My sight began to blur as I blinked away tears making their way into my eyes. “Y/n-”

“What about my brother?” I sharply cut him off, needing to hear that I wasn’t the last surviving member of the family line. My thoughts raced, what does this mean for the family? What does this mean in terms of how I’ve been living? My eyes stayed sharp on Hyunjin, my jaw tense while his fell slack at a loss for words. Finally Felix’s rough voice pulled through, his eyes still focused on the ground.

“Jiho is safe.” A breath I was unaware had been lodged in my chest left in a sigh of relief, stepping forward and finding support on a half wall. “He took over after it happened.” Felix scratched the back of his neck as he stared down to the water below before turning back to me. “He’s actually the one who gave the order to bring you back.”

“Excuse me? Bring me back!?” I scoffed, turning away from the two as I bit my cheek in irritation. The chill running through my veins quickly turned itself into fire, the burn spreading its way through my skin. “Wasn’t the whole point of sending me off to keep me away from all of-” My hands waved as I loosely gestured to the air around Hyunjin and Felix “-this?”

“It was.” Hyunjin crossed his arms, his eyes drilling holes into my skull as if they were shooting daggers directly through them. His voice stayed flat, his own frustrations floating into the air. “And it was working great, but it’s quite evident that’s not an option anymore.”

It felt like I had been hurled back to the start line. Years of work put in to formulate an unembellished life, years spent hiding behind my apartment door before finally stepping into society. My head pounded as I tried to piece together the puzzle sitting in front of me. The adrenaline coursing through my veins, sending my heart rate skyrocketing. I settled my face in my hands in an attempt to ground myself from the spinning world around me, the three of us falling back into quick silence.

I was exhausted, the sleepless night finally catching up with my body. I didn’t possess the mental capacity to currently digest the information flying through my mind. This morning the plan was to flee, to escape two strangers close on my tail, but now they stand before me with the biggest gut-dropping bomb of information and my short list of options before me.

Continue to flee,

or go with them.

The unknown assailant could very well be standing in front of me, or around every dark corner that’ll present itself. The familiar paranoia that was ingrained in my body for so long had returned, rearing its angry teeth and making its home within my bones once more.

“Listen, I know this is a lot to take in.” Felix’s eyes showed his levels of distress, the three of us sharing the sunken, dark eyes of stress. “We didn’t even think you’d show up, but you really need to come back with us.” I scoffed as I studied my feet, dragging one back and forth through the dirt, the shuffling being the only noise echoing off the ground around us. The cold breeze provided no soothing comfort, instead the wind slipping it’s way through my hair was causing nothing but a sensory irritation.

I lifted my head, flicking my hair out of my face with a deep exhale, drinking in the moonlight reflecting off the river. I knew there was no sense in running, this would all quickly catch back up to me no matter how far and how fast I ran. I glanced back at the men beside me, both of them watching me intensely as if to catch my every movement.

“Alright. What’s the plan then?” I allowed myself to lift off the wall, fully standing before Hyunjin and Felix, the latter’s eyes growing wide in surprise. “What? You act like if I left you guys wouldn’t find me immediately.” He gave a weak nod to accompany a shrug, before glancing over to Hyunjin.

“Well let’s go get your stuff then.” Hyunjin turned towards the car, opening the driver's door and sliding in. I hesitated approaching, feeling like invisible ropes were pulling me back. I watched as Felix rounded the car, holding open a back door and gesturing me in. My gut was telling me to book it, run the opposite direction and don’t look back. My eyes flicked between Felix and the car as he beckoned me over again, my feet finally taking me in his direction before sliding in, Felix taking the seat beside me.

I fidgeted with my hands in my lap, that familiar painful silence falling over the vehicle as Hyunjin pulled away. I almost opened my mouth to give him directions to my apartment, but quickly swallowed the words once I remembered that they both definitely knew where I lived. An image of the white envelope flashed through my mind, the panic from that moment flooding my system again. This was really happening, I was returning home.

The silence lingered for the entire drive, none of us speaking a word to each other until we were parked outside of my building. Felix exited the vehicle with me, following as I opened the main door and made my way towards the elevators. Clearly they weren’t going to leave me unattended, thwarting any chance I had to make a run for it. The elevator doors shut behind us, encapsulating us in the confined space as the box rose up the shaft.

“You don’t need to be scared of him.” Felix’s eyes stayed focused on the rising number on the screen as he spoke, his voice was soft, embodying a calming nature. “He just seems cold because everything’s been intense at home, and having to come get you just added a lot to his plate.” I scoffed once again, tucking my hair behind my ear but also opting for not looking in his direction.

“Oh please. I’ve dealt with worse.” As the doors dinged, I slid out before him, stopping any chance he had of response. I was thankful that I was already packed, but at least I could bring a bit more with me now that I wouldn’t be over encumbered trying to be on the run with a suitcase. I clicked the key within the lock of my door, slowly creeping it open and taking in the dark environment that I left the apartment in.

The curtains still sat closed, any source of light shut out. It felt eerie, the silence falling across the rooms a bit too much for comfort. I flicked on the light, illuminating the room before me, the glow of the bulb melting over the darkness. My feet took me forward slowly, taking in my surroundings and letting it sink in that I wouldn’t be spending another night within the safe space I had created for myself so long ago. Felix stayed planted by the door, watching as I slowly made my way around the room, his eyes falling on the already packed suitcase by the door, prepped and ready for takeoff.

“Looks like you already had some plans for tonight.” As I turned around, catching his eyes crossing from the suitcase to me with a laugh.

“Listen, two strangers linger around my lounge for months then a letter appears under my door with a name I haven’t spoken for ten years, did you really expect me not to try and run?” His shoulders shrugged in agreement, accepting his own poor judgment of the situation. “I just can’t say I planned to be leaving alongside you two.” I sighed as I glanced around the room one more time. “Let me just grab a few more things.” His nod sent me off towards my bedroom, him following closely behind me. It felt as though I was being taken prisoner, needing someone attending to my presence at all moments. A constant presence breathing down my neck, preventing any opportunity to run. Pulling my backpack out of my closet, I began gathering items originally deemed unimportant if I was traveling solo.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” I broke my eyes from the backpack laying across my bed as I looked up slightly towards Felix, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, his solemn gaze still following me.

“I knew the day would come.” I pursed my lips, attempting to ignore the grief over taking my mind, the concoction of lack of sleep and grief finally beginning to catch up with me after the initial adrenaline made its way out of my system. My muscles were definitely weak, my movements slow as if someone installed a delay switch directly into my central nervous system. The only thing I could hope for at the moment was that wherever they were taking me would have a comfortable bed.

I grabbed my favorite hoodie, my fingers running across the fabric before pulling it over my head, hauling my backpack over my shoulder and making my way towards the door. Felix stepped aside, flicking off the light as we left my bedroom, the cave I spent endless time in, hiding myself away. I poked my head into the bathroom, turning on the light as I scanned the room for any last second grabs before stepping away and allowing myself to be whisked away to somewhere unfamiliar.

Taking a deep breath, I turned off the final light in the living room, the apartment once again falling into a deep darkness. As I reached for my suitcase, Felix waved me off, insisting on taking it for me. I rolled my eyes as I accepted defeat and made my way past him and out to the hall, once again him directly on my heels. Clicking the door shut behind me, I inserted the key and turned it for what might be my last time, it finally sinking in that I was truly leaving.

With my luggage packed into the trunk, Felix and I slid back into our seats of the warm car. Hyunjin eyed me through the rear view as I buckled myself in and let my head droop backwards into the seat, my level of exhaustion increasing with each minute. My eyelids were heavy, the burden of forcing them to stay open slowly taking over me as they began to flutter shut.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to start the car.” Words were beginning to be difficult to formulate, my ability to articulate fading fast. Felix snickered beside me as the car finally came to life and drove out onto the street.

The ride felt excessively long, the silence possibly contributing to the slow passage of time. I tried to study on the street lights above, counting each one as they flew past the car, briefly illuminating the cab. My head sat against the cold glass, my hopes of keeping conscious fading as fast as I was. The battle finally being won as my eyes forced their way closed and I finally fell into a state of slumber.

I rubbed my eyes as I slowly came to in the darkness, my mind trying to play a quick game of catch up to my current predicament. I glanced around me, noticing an empty car and my backpack still sat beside me. I sat up slowly, unbuckling my seatbelt and letting out a yawn as my face scrunched.

I’m jolted by surprise at the slamming of the trunk, looking through the back window to see both Hyunjin and Felix behind the car, my suitcase unloaded. My feet reached out to touch the concrete as I hoisted my tired body from the vehicle, my backpack slung back over my shoulder.

“Do I even want to know what time it is?” I stretched my arms behind me, searching for relief of my tight muscles from drifting to sleep in the car.

“4am.” Hyunjin pulled my suitcase behind him as he started making his way up the long stretch of walkway. “And hurry up, pretty sure all three of us want a warm bed right now.” Felix waited back for me to start following, slipping in behind step with me once again.

Finally my eyes reach the large home sitting before me, softly illuminated within the dark night by lights adorning the outside. Dark stone wrapped around the base like a belt, topped with equally deeply shadowed siding, and windows and railings framed with black liner. Hyunjin continued forward, climbing the stairs toward the front door as my eyes skimmed over the substantial building in front of me.

It felt like a looming beast, a dark omen sitting amongst a sea of trees. The air felt heavy on my shoulders, the weight gluing me to my spot and preventing me from continuing further. A part of my brain was still hoping this was some form of sleep deprivation delirium, the mirage of a body of water in the middle of the desert. But I knew what stood before me was my new reality, the need to reform myself once again and adapt. Adapt to my new normal. Felix's hand ever so slightly rested on my back, causing a slight jolt through my body at the sudden first physical contact he's made with me. He held out his other hand to the house, guiding me forward.

"Com'on, let's get you into a bed."

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neutron-stars-collision · 4 years ago

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The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 20 - Love Is Blindness

Masterlist; Chapter 19

Summary: The confrontation by the turnstile brings more tension into the scene. You and Neil have an opportunity to talk but it goes awry...

Warnings: Swearing.

Author’s Notes: So more of that glorious outfit, am I right? (and R here does have some fun with it) And more tension because why not (plot reasons). Ever so slowly we’re getting closer till the end but before we do let’s finish the Estonian chapter. I really hope I did the scene justice... I hope you’ll enjoy! Feedback in every shape and form always welcomed!

The ride to Sator’s compound could not possibly get longer. Or tenser. For some unknown reasons, at least to you, Neil jumped into the same SUV. The lack of space in the cramped vehicle, which was already aggravating previously, got unbearable. Ives gave you the job of checking the route to make sure you were heading in the right direction (and avoiding the police patrols), which you took as a gesture of mercy. At least it meant you had something to stare at that was not the proximity of Neil’s knee next to yours. Still, your brain could not get past the fact that his shoulder, in that bloody navy shirt, was pressed against yours. The touch that normally set your whole being ablaze was now a harsh reminder of the lie you let yourself fall for. He did not love you. What is more, your feelings for him were a mere inconvenience rather than something he treasured. And the pain of that realisation broke your heart into pieces. You were foolish and naive; it was all that could be said. Whenever your thoughts wandered onto that territory, it was hard to hold back tears.

And so, you focused all the field of your attention on the map, giving out directions when needed. The rest of the squad was quiet, as though not knowing how to react to the show you and Neil put on. You could not blame them. After all, they have heard everything and now knew exactly how badly you fucked up. The least you needed at the moment was pity. You managed well to avoid even looking in the direction of Neil. It was as though the right side of your vision did not exist. On a few occasions, you could feel him stealing glances, increasing all the feelings tenfold. But, by far, the worst part of the journey happened near the end of those dreadful fifteen minutes. Just as you have been nearing the destination, Michael made one wrong turn. With the emotions heightened, that was enough to make you lash out:

“Fucking hell! Can’t you tell bloody left from right?” yelling, you met the soldier’s wary gaze in the rear-view mirror.

“I’m sorry” he hissed as though holding back harsher words “Where do I turn now?”

“I don’t fucking know”

Your hands were shaking. The additional strain of making sure you never touched Neil in any way, even passingly, made every move more difficult. And so, when you tried to grab the paper map of the area stashed in the seat back pocket, the tablet cluttered onto the car floor.

“Christ” you seethed to no one in particular and glanced at where the device had fallen.

The perfect spot was right on Neil’s shoes. A place you could not possibly reach without breaking the no-touch rule you have set for yourself. Just brilliant.

“So? Where do we turn?” Michael’s panicked voice broke through the paralysis.

Huffing, you checked the map. But it would not do without knowing your exact location. Fuck.

“One second” grudgingly, you turned your head to the right, doing everything not to lay your eyes on that blonde head.

Or the piercing blue eyes that landed on you. You were terrified of the coldness you could see there. Or worse, the indifference. But before you could dwell on those fears for much longer, Neil did the unexpected. He placed one of the gloved hands on your forearm, stopping any movement you intended. That was enough for you to face him. And feel close to tears again.

“I’ll get it” he leaned down and retrieved the tablet “There you go” placing it in your lap you were shocked by the tenderness of his gestures.

If anything, after that argument, you expected him to never willingly touch you again. But then, supposedly, he was conflicted. Enough. Shaking off the dangerous hopefulness, you muttered:

“Thanks”

After that, you have managed to direct Michael onto the right tracks again. Only when your SUV arrived with a halt in front of the building, you had to face your new reality. Because neither you nor Neil were paramilitaries, you were told to stay at the back and only enter the space after a signal from the team. You have fucked up while exiting the car, stumbling due to the overwhelming tension and nerves. Of course, Neil noticed that, shooting you a worried look. For a moment, you wanted to scream at him, yell, burst into tears or do anything else that could show the extent of what he has done. But that would be humiliating. So you met his gaze with defiance, as though trying to say: I’m bigger than this. Bigger than you.

“Everyone ready?” Ives’ voice brought you back to the moment “On my signal” he extended a hand and then motioned for the squad to begin the action.

You watched as they broke through the door to the compound and dealt with the mercs inside. The building itself was rather mundane, with a fence separating it in half. Inversion technology more than likely. It had access to the port dock as well. After a few audible salves from the rifles and a yell, you got an ‘all clear’, saving you from the awkwardness of being stood next to Neil. Surging forward, eager to enter the building, you got stopped by a strong grip on your arm. You turned sharply only to meet those damned blue eyes looking back at you with determination:

“Let me go in first” not exactly a plea, more a command.

You have never been more grateful for the layers of clothes separating his touch from your skin. Otherwise, you could never find the spark to light the anger once again.

“Neil-” he rushed to interrupt you, but you kept talking, “I know that you’re desperate to make my life a living hell, but believe me when I say that I can handle myself” you shook off the hand still wrapped around your arm “I don’t need you” you threw all the leftover passion and fury into those four words.

For a second, Neil looked shocked. As though your outburst caught him by surprise, and he did not know how to deal with it. But then he scoffed:

“That’s-”

Somehow you knew where he was going with this.

“A lie?” you interrupted him sharply “Maybe” meeting his eyes, you shrugged casually and stormed off into the building.

If he was allowed to lie, so were you. Even if to show him that he had not won.

Could the day get any worse? The moment you marched into the room, you knew the answer to the question. A turnstile, proving window, one side tinted red, the other blue. All too familiar at this point. Space was in disarray after the storming of the building. Instantly you spotted TP, hunched by the wall, as though in shock. Glancing at the other side of the room, you could see a woman in an elegant two-piece suit. Kat, Sator’s wife that Neil told you about. She was collapsed in the chair. The bullet hole in the glass was a giveaway. You flinched. An inverted round was a messy wound to deal with. As you stared, Wheeler and Michael joined Kat on the other side:

“She’s been shot” the female paramilitary shouted to Ives.

“Get her this side” he ordered, looking around the space, collecting information, taking control of the situation “Was she shot with an inverted round?” he asked TP, and you were struck by the look on Ives’ face.

Of course. He has not seen a younger version of his boss before. To him, the man was dead. You shuddered, almost missing the moment when Neil entered the room.

“This is Ives. He’s one of us-” before you could perceive the movement, TP stood up and grabbed Neil’s shirt, pinning him to the wall.

Fuck. Your heart sped up, soaking the tension that instantly permeated the room.

“Us?!” putting Neil in a chokehold, TP spit out the words, “Who are these guys?”

From where you were stood, you could see the utter panic and anguish in Neil’s eyes. This was off the script. TP was not supposed to know and yet you had no clue how else he could be placated. Despite everything that happened in the last hour, you could feel your heart cracking in sympathy for Neil.

“Priya’s. Ours” his voice was hoarse from the grip on his throat.

That answer was as good as any. You were silently praying the boss will accept it, move on, let the farce continue. But then he spotted you, stood on the side. Shit. You knew he recognized you from the way his dark eyes flashed. More confusion, and then anger. Neil’s eyes darted to you too. Panic and desperation.

“What is she doing here?” TPs question made you both snap your attention back to him “You lied about her too”

Somewhere on the periphery of your vision, you could see the squad deal with Kat. Only Ives seemed frozen in the spot, watching the confrontation with wide eyes.

“She’s my... She’s-” Neil’s stuttering made you stare at him in shock.

My? My what?

“Yeah? Who is she?” before you could dwell on it for too long, TP’s cold eyes turned on to you again “Who are you?” the simple question made your blood turn cold.

Sighing, you came up with the only answer possible:

“I’m one of you. Same as Ives and the squad” you meet the gaze of the man in question “Same as Neil” the blue eyes were trained on you with a strange emotion visible.

“So you lied?” you could hear the remorse in TPs voice.

“I had to” shrugging, you smiled sadly, unable to meet his gaze for any longer.

You could hear the breath he let out then. Defeated and disappointed. It hurt, and you could only begin to imagine how did it feel for Neil. But it was not the end…

“How did Sator know about the ambush?” the stronger hostile edge in TPs voice made you flinch.

“Posterity. An ambush on the streets can’t stay out of the record-” the strain in Neil’s voice made you look up again.

You were shocked by the deepening horror in his eyes. This was bad. You wanted to explain everything, all the reasons why you were forced to lie. Forced to depend on half-truths you despised so much. But you could not.

“Bullshit! He knew every move we made! Somebody talked, was it you?!” the accusation was thrown with surgical precision.

Looking at them, seeing the way Neil winced as though he was slapped, you felt faint again. He broke your heart earlier, but this was unimaginable. Slowly, you felt the resolve to hurt him back crack under the pressure of the situation. It was replaced by the wish to touch him again. To give him comfort in any way you could. Even if it would mean absolutely nothing to him.

“No…no” the stuttering in Neil’s answer only increased the feeling.

Christ. Almost unconsciously, you took a step forwards in their direction. This had to end.

“At every stage, you’ve known too much. I’m going to ask you again. Did you talk?” TP kept the chokehold strong, making the blood drain from Neil’s face.

You were close enough to try to grab TP now. But one stern look from Ives made you freeze. He approached them cautiously:

“Nobody talked. They’re running a temporal pincer movement” the reluctance in Ives’s eyes was new.

None of you expected the situation to go this way. Glancing around, you could see the squad help Kat with certain hesitation in their movements. First, you and Neil arguing, and now this. God knows they needed a rest from tension and conflict.

“A what?” the confusion in TPs eyes was palpable.

Only in moments like this did you remember that this was not exactly the man who chatted to you over dinner about the algorithm mere months ago.

“A pincer movement. But not in space, in time. Half his team moves forwards through the event, he monitors them, then attacks from the end, moving backwards. Knowing everything” you could see hints of frustration in Ives’s eyes as he explained the term.

It must have felt strange to go back to the basics with the man wearing the face of one’s boss. And not only the face but also the voice, the mannerisms were all there. Making this TP seem like a clueless stand-in for the original.

“Except where I stashed the plutonium” his statement drew your attention back to the scene.

He seemed to consider his options quickly, with a certain degree of remorse in his eyes, before letting go of Neil.

“Which isn’t really plutonium, is it?” the inquisitive look was focused on the blonde man.

You saw Neil shift nervously, smoothing the wrinkled shirt fabric and taking a deep breath that he has been denied for the past few minutes. You too felt as though a weight has been lifted. At least he wasn’t being choked…

“I told you it’s what he’s after” the conflict visible in the blue eyes made you stare at him longer “And you just told him where it was” Neil was disappointed.

You realised that you nearly forgot about the actual reason for the Tallinn mission. 241, the last part of the algorithm that you could still take hold of. Well, apparently, not. A knot tightened in your stomach.

“I lied”

What?

“Jesus…” Neil swallowed hard, looking across the room at Kat on the stretcher “You lied about it?” the bitterness in his voice made you follow his gaze.

The woman was bleeding out on the gurney, scowling in tremendous pain. Your heart broke for the tenth time. No one deserved agony like that. Let alone an innocent woman, unfortunate to have married a monster. None of this was her fault yet looking at the grim countenance of Henrik you knew that she was likely to die because of it.

“He couldn’t verify from inside the room he’d have shot her anyway. Lying is a standard operating procedure” the matter-of-fact tone of TP’s voice made you stare at him with disbelief.

Surely he couldn’t be serious?

“Standard operating procedure?” Neil muttered, making you look at him again.

For a moment, your eyes met. TP has joined Ives by the stretcher, and in a second, it seemed like it was just you and Neil suspended in the space. You could easily read him now. The pain, conflict, and worry in his eyes made your head spin. None of it made sense. Most of all, the way he gazed back at you hopelessly, as though unable to tear his eyes away. He was not like that familiar stranger that shattered your heart on the Estonian highway an hour ago. But neither was he the man you considered your lover. This was something else, someone unsure of anything in his life. The resolve kept on crumbling, and all you wanted was to know his mind. To understand what was going on.

“It’s spread too far” the grave nature of Henrik’s voice made your frown deepen.

“Meaning what?” seeing the fear in TPs eyes, briefly you wondered about his attachment to the wounded woman.

He cared; that much was obvious. The only question was how much exactly.

“She’s going to die” Ives got straight to the point, increasing the tension in the room.

You wanted to have something to hold on to. But the only hand you could hold was unattainable. His dark countenance, enhanced by the red lights in the room, made the beauty especially striking. It was in moments like this that you remembered why Neil could be seen as intimidating. With the sharp cheekbones, dark irises, and clenched jaw, he was an object of awe.

“Can’t you- can’t you do something?” the panic in the eyes of your boss was a startling wake-up call.

“Can’t you stabilize inverse radiation by inverting the patient?” Neil spoke for the first time in a while, nothing but business.

For some reason, it was almost refreshing to see him back in action. You could only stare, watching the situation unfold.

“That takes days” Ives being the voice of reason, looked at TP sceptically. It did not work.

“Let’s go” your future (?) boss stared at you all with newly found motivation, pointing at the turnstile.

“We took control of this machine minutes ago. Before that, it was Sator’s” Ives sighed heavily, already tired of the situation.

You heard of this way of stabilizing the inverse radiation during training you knew that it would take a while. And there was no way of knowing whether they could be brought back then.

“How long will she live on this side?”

“Three hours, tops” the medic shrugged helplessly.

That was enough to light the fire within TP. His back straightened as he took the control back into his hands.

“I’m taking her through. I’m not going to let her die. I’ll take my chances out there”

“Chances of what? We’ve got no way of bringing you back” the skepticism in Ives’ voice made you smile in sympathy.

While you understood the wish to save Kat no matter the circumstances, it did not look doable. Or wise, for that matter.

“We find another machine” the blind conviction in TPs eyes was almost admirable.

If he only knew… It took you good few weeks to learn the locations of the turnstiles strewn across the globe. Nothing seemed close enough. Or feasible.

“A week ago? Where?” Ives articulated your thoughts with that sarcastic edge to his voice.

That was when you realised. A week ago. Turnstile. The two men with a gurney, running across the tarmac as you stared. The blue eyes that met yours across space. It was so simple.

“Oslo” you blurted out before thinking.

All three pairs of eyes snapped to you. Unconsciously, your gaze flitted over to Neil first. He looked shocked, staring at you intensely, trying to understand. Then it was TP with palpable confusion in his expression, mouth open as though he too was about to mention the Norwegian capital. Ives just looked unbothered as though he was certain you have lost your mind.

“That facility’s impregnable. It’s inside an airport security perimeter” he explained, plain and simple.

Maybe to him. Before you could open your mouth, a familiar cheeky tone pierced the silence:

“Mmmm… Not last week, it wasn’t” glancing at Neil, you saw the famous smirk grace his features.

At least that was still intact, you mused while letting yourself observe him a little longer. He caught your attention with a curt nod. Well done, at least he was impressed. But it seemed like TP was the one who liked your idea best. He gave you a small nod of acknowledgement before addressing everyone:

“We’re going in. You might as well help” that last quip, aimed at Ives, was received with a roll of the eyes and a huff.

All back to normal. Or almost normal, you remembered as Neil passed by you on the way to the stretcher. The signal was clear. The boys were heading back to Oslo, and you wondered whether you could have time to talk. To try and make sense of what happened. On the periphery of attention, you could hear Ives introducing TP to the art of inversion (as you sometimes referred to the technology in the quiet of your mind). Taking your place next to Wheeler by the gurney you soaked in the look of surprise and uncertainty on the face of the boss. This would be his first inversion. You could only hope he will take it better than you did. At the memory of that afternoon in the courtyard, your cheeks warmed up. Your racing heart, Neil pressing your palm against his chest, prolonged eye contact interrupted by the unfortunate agent. Back then, you tried your hardest not to die from shame afterwards, wondering if it has not made you seem a fool in the eyes of the intriguing stranger. Now, knowing how it looked like from his perspective, you wondered whether he did not see it as a mistake.

“Let’s go” Ives’s command threw you out of the grim thoughts.

You helped the squad wheel the gurney into the turnstile, relishing in the familiar motion and sounds. In this whirlwind of a day, something as ‘simple’ as an inversion was almost a relief. This was recognizable. Everything else was not.

Exiting the machine on the other side, you met TPs wild gaze, as he kept on staring at you and then at the proving window, where your future selves were busy getting into the turnstile. You offered him a small sympathetic smile, the only comfort you could think of. As he joined Henrik at Kat’s side, you just watched, wishing you were useful somehow.

“How long does she need?” TP asked.

“4 or 5 days. A week to be sure”

“Figure out how to get us to Oslo” TP met Neil’s gaze “I’ve got to get back out there” you could see the surprise in those blue eyes.

A hand on your arm stopped you from listening to the conversation. It was Wheeler, evidently tired, annoyed, and conflicted. You could suppose that was the general mood among the squad:

“Can you help Henrik with her?” she asked tentatively as though unsure you were fit for the job.

“Yeah, sure” you nodded, glad to be given a task “Frankly speaking, I need something to do” you admitted while dropping your voice.

Wheeler gave you a shoulder squeeze and marched off, trying to get control of the squad. You approached Henrik, offering him your services as a provisional nurse. For the next few minutes, you were relatively at peace, occupied with the task. All you had to do was to pass him the needed instruments, disinfect the wound and make the process of field first-aid as smooth as possible. Despite not knowing Kat, you hoped she would make it. Henrik has assured you that he has seen worse but also that she may need a lot of luck. And that there will be a scar. You vowed to give the woman all the remains of good fortune you had.

The other advantage of the situation was the fact that you did not have to stress over the unfolding developments. From the corner of your eye, you could see Neil talk to TP and then to Ives. The word ‘container’ was mentioned. So that was their way of getting back to Oslo, you mused while passing the surgical suture to the medic. It most likely meant a whole week (or more?) of not only not being able to see Neil but also contacting him in any way. But maybe that was exactly what you needed…

“Wheeler, brief him” Ives walked over to you, looking completely done.

“What’s going on?” you asked while taking off the latex gloves.

You have finished the task. Now it was only a matter of getting Kat changed and the container ready for the weekly stay. You could see the team busily taking hold of the needed equipment and supplies.

“TP is heading out there. No fucking clue as to why” the squad leader answered your question with a shrug.

“I see…” turning around to the centre of the commotion you could see the boss putting on the mask.

Wheeler was giving him a summary of the effects of inversion and how to survive outside. But your gaze settled on Neil, taking hold of the various bits of equipment, lost in the madness of the moment. The ache in your chest was ever so persistent. The only thing you were sure of was that you had to talk to him before they left. Even if it meant another argument. Or definite rejection.

The moment you saw TP step out of the airlock the whole squad let out a breath. At least now, you did not have to watch your every move. All that proceeded was simple. Prepare the container, wheel in cots, food supplies, water bottles, oxygen tanks and masks, protective suits. You were given the job of assembling needed ammunition and artillery in case they ran into trouble. Handling the guns and bullets never felt quite this pleasant.

“Y/N?” Wheeler’s voice made you look up.

“Yeah?” you put down the Glock, looking around quickly.

You have found a secluded spot among the rows of containers. It was ideally placed because from there you did not have to see him all the time.

“You and Neil should talk” she eyed you pointedly.

She did have a point. Since you have exited the turnstile, you only exchanged two sentences. Both of them have been related to the type of gun Neil had on him. And even then, your usual dynamic was nowhere to be found. It was all strained voices, metres of space, and awkwardness that made you want to scream.

“That is assuming he wants to,” you noticed quietly, feeling the nerves come back.

“Maybe he shouldn’t be given a choice…” the implication in her voice made you think.

Tempting, but…

“Should I just go in there and make him talk?” you looked around the corner at the chosen container.

Just as you stared, Neil entered it, carrying some crates.

“You know him best” Wheeler’s comment made you frown.

“After today, I’m not sure I know him at all”

But maybe this was your chance… You hesitated, staring at the metal box, weighing your options. Gathering courage.

“Go. I’ll tell everyone to stay away for as long as it is possible” she whispered into your ear and joined the squad.

“Thanks” you muttered and took a deep breath.

You took off the protective helmet. Some used to dress up for the battle ahead, but you chose to make yourself more vulnerable. Smoothing the hair, you stopped right at the airlock made from foil. It was unzipped, and inside you could see Neil fumbling with some equipment. Suddenly he cursed under his breath as an oxygen tank rolled in your direction. That was the perfect cue. Without announcing your presence, you entered and picked up the cylinder. He turned with a question that died on his lips as soon as he realised it was you. Bloody brilliant. Meeting his intense, gaze you took a step forward, closing the space. Only when you were within reach, you dared to speak:

“Be careful with those” you handed him the tank with a small smile.

“Thanks” was all you got in return, as Neil turned back to whatever he was doing.

From how tense he was, you assumed he expected you to leave. Abandon any foolish ideas you could have had and ideally never speak to him again. Well, tough luck. You observed his chaotical movements for a beat before saying:

“Neil,” he somehow tensed up even more, “I think we should talk” you finished the sentence, studying him curiously.

His back was still turned to you. The hand with which he was trying to attach the tanks to the oxygen masks was shaking. And all because of you. Jesus. As the tears threatened to well up again, he muttered a response:

“I’m busy” it was that constrained voice again.

As though speaking to you was painful. Contrasting that with your recent phone calls, anger flared up within your heart. He owed you an explanation if nothing else.

“No, you’re not” you wrapped your hand around his bicep, ignoring the ache in the heart “Leave it” forcing him to face you “And just look at me” you met his gaze with newly found determination.

The conflict and anguish in his eyes shocked you. You could see him hesitate, fiddling with whatever he could get his hands on. And then he exhaled, defeated. Shifting, he perched on the edge of the cot, seemingly eager to hold that conversation, only…

“We already talked” the darkness in Neil’s eyes reminded you of the hostile face he showed on the highway.

The drastic changes in his behaviour were more than confusing. Glancing down to gather your thoughts, you could feel his gaze on you. Analyzing, examining, almost caressing if it was not for the lack of affection there. He truly was a stranger.

“That... that wasn’t a conversation,” you blurted out and raised your head again

“I hoped that you’ve got enough decency to reject me in plain terms instead of whatever it was back there”

That sentence hit the mark. Neil’s eyes widened, mouth opened and then closed. He seemed paralyzed with the implication of your statement. You were unsure whether that reaction was better than him openly admitting that everything you had was a lie. You took a step closer, awaiting the inevitable. Now you were within an arm’s reach. Just in case.

“I don’t...” he tried and then gave up with a heavy sigh.

I don’t what? It was his turn to stare at the floor. Dragging a hand through the hair, he made the strands stick up. In the yellow light of the container, they looked almost golden. Your hand twitched, wanting to smooth them. You tightened it into a fist. That was not within your rights anymore. You could feel the emotions threatening to overspill at any moment. Forcing all the strength to keep the tears at bay, you spoke:

“I’m afraid you need to be a little clearer. Because what you’re saying and doing doesn’t make any sense” your throat tightened as though acting on its own accord “I’m just tired…” your voice cracked, and you breathed out the rest of the sentence “…of not understanding” a single tear trailed down your cheek.

Fuck. That was it for pretending to be strong. You let out a shaky exhale, trying to stop yourself from crumbling in front of him. When you felt Neil cup your cheek, your heart stammered. You raised your head, glad for the gloves separating his skin from yours. The heartbroken expression in his eyes was too much to take.

“See? This doesn’t make sense” you whispered, encircling his wrist with your hand.

Once your fingers made contact with his bare skin, Neil gasped and shivered. More confusion. Touching his pulse point, you could feel the rapid heartbeat. Suddenly, an idea struck. If words were not working, then maybe… One look at his tired face made you decide. You took another step forward. His knees were touching your thighs now. Your proximity made him look up at you with bewilderment. The feeling only deepened when you took one of his hands in yours and undid the Velcro strap around the wrist. Then with a swift motion, you slid off the glove and placed it next to him on the cot.

“What…” Neil swallowed hard when you brushed your fingers over his knuckles “What are you doing?” the uncertainty in his voice strengthened the conviction.

Maybe he did not love you, but this still meant something.

“I wanted to hold your hand” without waiting for him to respond, you got rid of another glove “And to make you more comfortable” you met his gaze, shrugging.

There was something almost endearing in him at this moment. The blue eyes tinted with confusion, brows furrowed, lips parted. Hair falling into his eyes. The wrinkled shirt and the vest that was undoubtedly your very next target. Finally, the now bared hands folded awkwardly in his lap. You focused your attention on them, taking both palms into yours and tracing the tracks of his veins up the forearms. The goosebumps in the wake of your touch encouraged you to say:

“You were right about some things, you know...” looking into his eyes, you added, “If that means anything to you” you knew he caught on to the meaning because of how his cheeks turned red.

Could that be shame? Surely not. You intertwined your fingers with his, pressing your palms together, reveling in the familiarity of the feeling. It felt like a stolen moment. Something that is about to come crashing down at any moment. And yet, you could not let it go. There was still so much you wanted to do if it was the last time. Neil had no answer for you, however. He was watching you wearily, guarding you from seeing more than he wanted you to. Using his moment of reverie, you released his hands and reached around his waist for the vest straps. That was enough to wake him up.

“What the hell?” the startled blue eyes met yours.

With how close you were, your arms still wound around his waist, touching the buckles, his nose brushed over yours. It was too easy to lean in. Despite everything that he has done, the pull was still there. And so, you gave in, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips, undoing the straps at the same time. He was too shocked to react at first, staring at you. Utterly speechless. Some things never change. You took a half step back, taking out the gun and the radio from the pockets of his vest and then taking off the article itself over Neil’s head. Only once that was done, he spoke:

“Thought you wanted to talk” the spite in his voice was tangible.

And yet, as your brain helpfully noticed, he was not stopping you. He has not pushed you away. Not even now when you allowed yourself to invade his personal space. It was as though in practice, nothing has changed, but at the same time, everything has. You gave him a quick once-over and rested your hands on his knees. Simple intimacy.

“I’m the only one speaking, and I’ve had enough” shrugging, you met his gaze with nonchalance.

Using the newly found dynamic, you slid your hands higher, up the thighs. Feeling the muscles tense in the wake of your touch. There was something strange in his eyes. A hint of the passionate darkness you were used to but tainted with apprehension. And boundless struggle.

“But… why this?” he raised his hands helplessly “I’m really not in the mood” Neil looked at you sternly.

Fair enough. Lifting your palms from where they rested on his thighs, you put them on his shoulders instead. Smoothing the wrinkles in the shirt, toying with the collar. Something in his eyes shifted. The sudden softness made the pain in your chest worse. The words you tried to swallow got stuck in your throat. It was as though after this mess of a day you could no longer pretend. Not when you were alone with Neil. Not when he was looking at you as though you could be the solution to every trouble in his universe. And you had no clue why.

“As I said... you were right” you smiled nervously before confessing, “I want you”

It was simple enough to say. Suppose when one has nothing to lose, it doesn’t matter anymore. Neil’s reaction to your admission was to be put on the long list of confusing things he did. He leaned forwards and pressed his forehead against yours. Breath ghosting your lips as he asked:

“… why are you saying this now?” the hesitancy in his voice only made the feeling stronger.

You knew that there was no question of ending this moment without confessing too much. He broke your heart with ease, but he was your everything. And those feelings were hard to ignore. You met his eyes without holding anything back and touched the tie delicately.

“Suppose I’ve lost my mind” was as good an explanation as any “Can I?” you asked for permission while loosening the knot.

“Might as well” Neil nodded, and you took off the tie, placing it along with the rest of the garments.

Then you undid the first two buttons, letting your fingertips ghost over his neck and shadow of the collarbone visible underneath the material. Neil sighed and put his hand on your waist, keeping you in place. Nothing made sense anymore. It was as though after the drama of the highway and the confrontation with TP, he did not know what he wanted. You still mattered to him. But that did not explain the things he said. Or the sudden switches in his behaviour when he seemed so distant and cold. At once, you wanted to shake him, to demand answers, and to keep on touching him, exploring the familiar angles and letting yourself get lost in the moment.

“This break might do us good” he broke the silence, making you look up.

Straight into the blue eyes that always sucked you in. It was not different this time. Another confession was on the tip of your tongue. This time there was no passion to blame it on. Nothing stopping you from jumping off that cliff and falling to demise. Just you and him, bathed in the yellow light of the container. Too close for people who had nothing keeping them together.

“If you say so” you muttered and took a deep breath “Neil, I-”

“No, don’t you dare” he interrupted you harshly before letting go.

A breach. But it was nothing. Only the more reason to say it. If truly everything was beyond saving, then why not? After all, it was there. Before he could stop you again, you spoke:

“I know that you don’t want me to… but, I love you”

It was like ripping off the band-aid – sharply, with no hesitation and dealing with the ghost of pain afterward. Neil looked as though you punched him. Fuck. You knew it was a mistake, but his answer was certainly not what you expected.

“Christ… you’ve really lost it” he sighed before looking at you calculatedly “All that talking about how much those words mean to you and now-” you dropped your hands from his shoulders and slapped him across the face.

Why? Maybe hoping it will wake him. Make him admit what you once believed to be obvious. But it was all a lie. The pain was almost unbearable. The mess of thoughts and feelings making you sway as you stared at Neil. He gazed back, for once completely stunned. That was enough to find the needed words.

“And now I wasted them on the wrong person? Yes, I’m aware” you let out a bitter laugh, feeling the situation dawn on you.

You confessed the truth without anything influencing the choice, and he turned it back on you. You were the stupid one. Guilty of falling for the wrong person once again. Sentenced to live through the heartbreak while Neil would walk free, unbothered. His heart was intact, guarded heavily against the inconvenience of your love.

“It’s not what I meant” Neil’s words broke through your thoughts.

He stood up, defensive and shaken. As though he had the right. The anger burning through your veins made you advance on him again, closing the distance until there was barely half a meter of space between your bodies.

“What then?” you looked up at him, spitting the words in his face “What did you mean?”

“I… don’t know” the restraint in his eyes made you furious.

“Fuck’s sake…” cursing, you placed a hand on his chest over the heart, feeling the rapid beat.

You have had enough. Acting on the most primal of instincts, you crashed your lips into his. Fueled by the anger and desperation, you started kissing him hungrily. He did not belong to you, but you were willing to show him the extent of your recklessness. Tugging at the lower lip, you groaned into his mouth, feeling him tense up beneath your palms. Just when you were sure he was going to push you away, Neil’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him. He opened his lips, letting you deepen the kiss and allowing your tongues to begin the dance. You were furious, upset, and careless. That was enough to give you the courage you have never had before. Biting down on his lower lip, you felt Neil pull you even closer as though he wanted you to melt into him. You tugged sharply on his shirt collar, forcing him to bow down ever so slightly. Tangling the free hand in his hair, you drew out a moan. It only got louder as you burst the blood vessel, piercing the thin skin on his lip. The coppery taste tainted the kiss, waking up a stronger desire. You wanted all of him. Everything at once. Sucking on the split skin, drawing blood from the cut, your soul was set alight with the need for Neil. He gasped when you licked over the damage done and leaned back. His wild, dark gaze was the only sign needed to continue. You pushed him back until his legs hit the cot, and he was forced to sit down. Entirely at your mercy.

Undoing another two buttons on his shirt, you kissed him again. His hands traveled to your hips, pulling you even closer to stand between his spread legs. Breaking the contact after a long, slow kiss, you assessed your work. Messed up hair, swollen lips tinged with blood, eyes hazed with want. Not yours. Ignoring the growing ache in your chest, you kissed the sharp edge of his jaw, sucking on the skin, making him shudder. Then your lips moved south, exploring all of his neck and throat. Making sure not to leave a mark this time but still hoping Neil will understand. His hands roamed across your body, unable to find anything uncovered in the protective suit. A frustrated whine he let out when your teeth grazed over his collarbone made you stop and look at him. Seeing despair in his eyes, the breath caught in your throat. How could he not feel anything back? Swallowing the panic, you ran your hands over his chest, feeling different muscles beneath the material. Then you let your palms settle on his sides, just above the belt, and you picked up the exploration, lightly biting the skin near his pulse point. In response, Neil shivered and pulled you closer, bucking his hips into yours almost uncontrollably. You wanted him to do it again, to feel something. Anything. Even just that pure want that had nothing to do with love. You captured his lips, everything but tender and slow. It was chaotic, breathless, carnal in how you did everything to get a reaction. And it worked. Neil broke the kiss, gasping for breath, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Christ…” he breathed out, hands secured onto your waist.

Nudging your nose with his as a means of a break, you spoke:

“If you want me to stop, tell me, and I will” you met his eyes with certainty.

Then, not letting a single precious moment go wasted, you kissed his temple. Leaving butterfly touches on the cheekbones and over the eyelids, ending with a gentle nibble of the earlobe.

“N-no” the tenderness made Neil stutter, increasing the deluge of affection in your heart.

You realised that if he asked, you were ready to give him everything. No matter the fact that he did not feel the same. You were his, and that was unchangeable. At least for the foreseeable future. With the infatuation burning through every single cell in your body, you kissed the skin beneath his ear, getting lost in the sounds he let out. If he was unwilling to give you anything else, you had to take what was there. Even if it meant nothing. As though Neil was reading your mind, he made you stop, squeezing the hand that was stroking his chest. You met his gaze cautiously:

“I can’t say it back” Neil whispered as though ashamed to admit it “Not like this”

But you knew. It was nothing new. Shaking your head slightly, you gave him the best smile you could muster.

“I know you don’t love me” placing hands on his shoulders, you noticed the denial in his eyes “But it doesn’t change anything” you shrugged and closed the distance again, “I’m still here” the last word was placed on his lips ardently.

He responded with a kiss, bringing you closer with one hand tangled in your hair. The familiarity of the moment and the terrifying implications of it all were both responsible for the tears that started falling then. The salty undertone of the next kiss was more than appropriate. Lost in the moment, neither of you noticed the footsteps:

“I’m sorry, but it’s time” Wheeler’s voice made you stumble a step away.

Blushing, you met her gaze across space. You were sure she saw enough to understand how the conversation went. Hurriedly, you brushed the tears away, acutely aware of the other pair of eyes fixed on you.

“What happened?” Neil’s hoarse voice broke the silence.

“They set his car on fire. He’s in hypothermia” you inhaled sharply at the news “You should get going” with that, Wheeler left.

For the last time, you glanced at Neil. The perfectly ruffled golden hair, flushed cheeks, dark intense gaze, partly unbuttoned shirt, hands idly folded in his lap. The object of your utmost desire and love. Beautiful, elusive, like a masterpiece that is meant to be admired but never owned. There was nothing left to say. Nodding formally, you picked up the helmet and left before the pain could get any worse.

*** There was not much time to think, as TP and Kat were packed into the container. You were busy checking everything was ready for their journey until the very last moment. When Neil zipped up the foil and motioned for Ives to close the outside door, you felt the sting of tears. That was it. And you did not even say goodbye.

The feeling got worse when Ives turned to you then, digging something out of his pocket. Without a word, he placed a set of keys on your palm:

“What’s this?”

“Neil told me to give it to you. In case he couldn’t come back with us” the leader shrugged “Before all this” he added upon your inquisitive glare.

“Right” you swallowed, feeling worse than ever.

“They’re for his London apartment. I suppose he wanted you to have them” he walked off, leaving you with the problematic set clasped in your fist.

Brilliant.

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Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N- Finally! So I am back with a shitty ending to my shitty fic. I am really sorry if anyone doesn’t like it. Feedback will be appreciated :) and requests are open!

Warning- feelings, mentions of death, angst

word count- 2.6k

Home or whatever people called the place where they belong. You were going there, after waiting for your whole life you were finally going to meet your parents. Your real parents who you thought were dead. You learned everything about your abduction from Tom.

And now you were going to finally meet them; your real parents. You were finally going to your actual house. You can’t help but feel overexcited. Tom on the other couldn’t even describe what he was feeling.

“Hey, we are leaving tomorrow. Get some rest.” Harrion told Tom through the office door. He entered the office upon hearing no snarky comment. He found Tom sitting on his chair; eyes red from crying, hair disheveled, a whiskey bottle in his hand and air pods plucked in his ears.

Harrison was shocked to find Tom like this. The man that made others cry was crying himself today. Tom paid no attention to his best mate. Tired of his shit Harrison snatched his phone to turn the music down.

“You have been listening to ‘Let her go’ on repeat? Oh my god Tom what is wrong with? When did you become this love sick puppy? What happened to that playboy, who hooked up with any girl he wanted? Uh? And I am damn sure that you haven’t confessed to her too. What are you..”

“Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!” Tom shouted, running his hands through his hair. “Why do you think she would ever be with me. I am not her knight in shining armor, okay. And she would run away from me once she is aware of my deeds.” Tom believes that you will never love him.

“Tom she knows what you do for living, and her feelings for you are completely obvious. You are just stupid…”

“No Harrison! She still gets nightmares about you and Harry beating her; nightmares about her foster parents beating her. She would be scared of me when she finds why everyone is so scared of me.” Harrison was not clearly amused by Tom cutting him off in the middle of the sentence. While Tom was just being anxious.

“Aren’t you the one that calms her after every single nightmare? Aren’t you the one that makes her feel safe? Come on Tom only time will tell. Her past will only haunt her and I feel guilty that I gave her more ptsd. But you made her some good memories with her too right? And it’s not like you will never meet her again after she reunites with her family. You can still keep tabs on her right? Just tell her before it’s too late.” Harrison sighed at the end.

“Wow! I can’t believe you are talking so sensibly. Who did this to you, mate? When did you start to talk like a mature person?” Tom couldn’t control his laughter while Harrison just rolled his eyes.

“Hahaha very funny. I don’t know, maybe Stacy made me a mature man.” Harrison chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here you div.” Tom snatched his phone back from Haz’s hand.

“I am going but you better think what I told you.” Harrison made a serious face.

“Get out!” Tom said while smiling. Just tell her before it’s too late. As if it was that easy.

When Tom finally decided it was half past 1am. Lazily he made way towards his room but stopped in front of your room. Thinking whether he should check up at you or not. And decided that he should leave you alone. And kept on walking.

What he did not expect, was you sitting on the armchair beside his bed. It was clear that you were waiting for him. But why!

“Hey Tom.” you said as you sat straight. “I thought you would be asleep right now.” Tom wondered out loud. “I can’t sleep. I am too excited to sleep. And you were the only awake at this hour. So I thought I could talk to you.” you said cheerfully. There was not a single ounce of sleep in your eyes.

“Alright what do you wanna know about?” he asked while taking a seat on the armchair beside you.

“I don’t know. We never talked about your parents right?”

“We never have. What do you wanna know?” all of tom’s tiredness vanished with you excitement.

“Everything! Like how are they? How are parents in general?”

“They are amazing. Best parents i could ever ask for. My father is a strict man and he was the one who forced me to take after him; he is an amazing father though. He loves my mum a lot. I have three brothers, Harry lives here with me but Sam lives with mum, dad and Paddy. just in case if they need him.”

“I didn’t know about your youngest brother. Why did you never tell me about him?” you gave Tom a questioning look.

“You never asked.” Tom said simply.

“Why does he never visit here? How old is he?” you asked. You have seen Sam around a lot.

“Mum doesn’t like homecoming here, mainly because of the exposure to the danger. He's sixteen, can’t defend himself quite yet.'' Honestly Tom missed his brother. He just wanted to spend some time with Paddy like he used too.

“I don’t know if I have siblings. Guess I will find tomorrow.” you chuckled. You looked at Tom as before you left the room. Really looked at him. Taking in his features. He looked tired; eyes were a bit swollen and red.

You could smell the alcohol off him. Over and all he looked tired. He stood up too. Slowly walking towards his closet. “Tom?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have anything to say to me?” he had. He wanted to confess to you. Wanted to tell you everything then and there. But he was not brave enough. Harrison’s words went spiral through his brain again and again.

And there you stood waiting for him to say anything. You were not ever even sure what you wanted him to say. Tom came out of the closet and stared at you for what seems like forever. You can see that he was in deep thought.

“I will miss you Y/N.” he finally said. You smiled, a little disappointed. You have no idea what you want him to say. “I’ll miss you too, Tom.” with that you finally left his room. Leaving Tom with his thoughts

Was much more dreadful for Tom. You were leaving. He felt like he was drowning. He was sad, yes but what he felt wasn’t sadness only. It was a mixture of emotions. Emotions he can’t name. He never felt this uneasiness before.

On the other hand you felt the same. Excited to meet your birth parents. Not wanting to leave the mansion you once dreaded. Not wanting to leave Tom. Slightly scared because you were not sure about your parents reaction. There are many possibilities that they might not be as good as thought.

And there was a strange tingling in your guts that made you feel uneasy. But you put it all aside.

“Harry, you take the other car and Stacy, you are going with him. Just maintain some distance. Look out for danger. Inform me if you find anything suspicious. Alright?” with that everybody left for their vehicle.

The whole ride was eerily quiet. No one uttered a word. You sneaked a glance at Tom; his face was completely emotionless. He noticed you staring but did nothing about it. He never felt these many emotions at once.

He didn’t want you to go. But he had to. He can’t be this selfish now can he? You were finally getting what you always wanted. A family. Parents you always wanted. He can't replace them but he was the one who found them, he was the one reuniting you with them. And that is the biggest thing he could do for anyone.

Your hometown was not far from London. It only took two hours of driving to reach there.

You started to grow nervous as you reached the residential area. The retardation in the speed of the car indicated that you had reached your destination. The car eventually stopped in front of a small cozy house.

This was it. You were finally going to meet your parents. You always imagined this moment but can't really believe that it is happening in real life.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice brought you back from your thoughts.

“Humm.” you hummed; not knowing how to reply. You composed your posture. Trying to get hold on your thoughts. This is now or never. You thought. And got out of the car. The boys did the same.

Harrison called Stacy to ask when they would be here. While Tom came to stand near you. “How are you feeling?” he asked. That was the worst question ever. You had no answer to it. You couldn’t describe your emotions that easily.

But before you could answer Tom’s phone rang. The screen lit up with ‘Adam’s name’, you knew who he was. Adam was the most trusted person in the mob. No one could compete with his loyalty for Tom.

Tom immediately answered the phone. Adam never directly called Tom unless it was an emergency.

“What is it?” Tomasked rather harshly. To be honest, Tom didn’t want anyone to drag him to work today. He didn’t want to put his brain through that stress on top of his feelings.

“Sir, sir, please don’t go to that place. The L/Ns were killed years ago. Rick is a mole, sir.”

“Get in the car.” Tom shouted. He opened the door and pushed you in before getting in himself. Harison took the driver's seat. And then you saw any people coming out of their hiding places. All armed.

“What is happening?” Harry’s voice came from the phone. “Drive! Harrison. Drive!” Tom shouted on top of his lungs. The people now started to circle the car. You have never been this scared in your whole life.

The people started to shoot; making you more scared. Tom brought his arms around your body protectively. You leaned into his touch. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Your whole body was shaking with fear. Clutching Tom’s clothes. You were never so grateful for the bulletproof car till now.

“We are attacked, Harry. Turn back the car.” you heard Harrison say. But Tom hasn't said a single word. You were sure that those people were following your car. What about your parents though? You heard Adam said something about them but you weren't sure but you knew that they were. Maybe your gut feeling was telling you about this.

You finally opened your eyes when the car stopped moving. “What happened?” Tom asked while checking for danger. “I don’t think that the car can take more damage.”

“So do you think that we’re gonna run barefoot from here?” “No! But the car will blast and we should start running if we don’t wanna die.” both of them argued back and forth. “Stop! What are we gonna do now? What about Stacy and Harry?” you had tears in your eyes.

“We are gonna and they are safe.” Harrison answered, looking for any trace of danger. “We are completely outnumbered, we have no chance of putting up a fight against them. Therefore, we are gonna run without looking back.” Tom explained to you.

“One the count of three.” he held up his three fingers. All of you prepared yourself for running. “One.” he held your hand tightly. “Two.” you swear to the god that your heart will burst out because of the speed of every beat. “Three.” a fire was shot.

All you felt was pain. You were sure that it originated from your lower abdomen. But course through your whole body. All you was Tom’s face, you tried to focus his and you connected hands, his skin. Tried to take his beautiful features in.

“You know where he grew weak boys.” an annoying voice said. “He became weak for enemies when he made his feelings completely obvious for this girl.” the man spoke again. He walked closer and closer, cockng his gun at Tom’s head.

“Any last words, thomas?” he laughed overdramatically. Tom leaned in to give your forehead a kiss. “I am so sorry, love.” he mumbled, his lips still pressed at your forehead.

You closed your eyes. Thinking that this was the end. You didn’t want to see Tom get shot. You heard multiple bullets fired. Way too many bullets to kill two men.

“Let’s get out of here, boss.” you were not fully in your consciousness but you recognized the voice. It belonged to Adam. “we have to take her to hospital.” Tom’s voice was desperate. He got a hold on his tears. After all he couldn’t cry in front of his men.

You reached the hospital in no time. The doctors took you to remove the bullet and top the bleeding. Despite being scared shitless one nurse came to update Tom about your condition. Which was very critical. You have lost a lot of blood and the chances of you recovering were very thin.

“I should have said it, Haz.” Tom finally let his emotions take control. “I should have told her about my feelings. And now it’s too late. I’m gonna lose her.” Tom sobbed on Harrison’s shoulder, hugging him tightly.

“It’s alright, she’s gonna be fine. You have a lot of time with her.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Tom chuckled. “Mr. Holland.” This time the doctor came to talk to them. “The patient is out of danger. She is resting right now. You can meet her just don't wake her up.” the doctor smiled awkwardly and left.

“Go meet her. This is your chance. Tell her everything.” Harrison motivated him.

With that Tom left to meet you.

This is it. Tom thought that this was another chance he had with you. But he knew that he fucked up. He putted your life in danger and most important of all that he made you believe that you parents were alive.

“Y/N. i'm so sorry, love. I put you through this all and I-” Tom never cried this hard for anyone. “And I just couldn’t man up and tell you about my feelings. I-I made you believe that your parents are alive- I couldn't keep you safe-” Tom collapsed on the floor.

“I never thought I would love anyone the way I love you, Y/N. And i am really sorry for everything-” he tried to get up; using the bed for support.

“I hope you forgive me.” he pleaded and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“I hate it when you kiss my forehead when no one is stopping from kissing my lips.” you smirked while Tom stood there in shock.

“Hi baby. Please don’t beat yourself for everything that has happened to me. You only protected me or tried to. And my parents, I know how to live without them. You, Stacy and surprisingly the boys are my family. And I love you too.” Tom smiled at your confession.

“You little shit, you were listening to me the whole time.” Tom accused. “And what were you saying about kissing you on the lips. Huh?”

“Kiss me on the lips, tommy.” you giggled as Tom kissed you on the lips. Both of you sighing at the feeling. Meanwhile Harrison, Stacy and Harry watched you both from the door.

“Don’t you think watching them make out is creepy and gross.” Harry made a face in disgust. “Shut up Harry! My baby boo is in love.” Stacy said while weeping.

In the end you stayed with your real family.

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halpertstuna · 4 years ago

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motorbikes and mazes - jj maybank

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A/N: thank you for requesting! i hope this is what you meant, enjoy <3

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summary: motorcycle accidents aren’t that rare, you just never thought you’d get into one, especially not with your boyfriend.

pairing: jj x reader

word count: 2,426

warnings: cursing, blood, mentions of injuries (nothing too graphic), a bath(? idk if that’s a warning lmao i’m sorry), angst, fluff, platonic John B., Pope, Kie and Sarah.

oh and probably typos cause i suck😎 and i’m too lazy to go over this again 😔🕶��🏻

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The sense of mortality.

When riding a motorcycle you truly are aware of your mortality, your life is in your hands and if you act carelessly, it could be over.

JJ was fully aware of that, which was why each time you were sat on the back of his motorbike, gripping tightly onto his torso, he was extra careful.

He knew motorcycles scared you quite a bit, ever since you were a child your mum told you how dangerous they were, and as a result you were mildly intimidated by them.

You trusted JJ more than anything in the world and you knew he would never put you at risk, he cared far too much.

And as true as that is, some things are just out of his hands.

It was mid December, the wind outside howled, causing the tree near your bedroom window to rapidly tap the glass.

You laid in bed, drawing, as you awaited a text from your boyfriend, JJ, telling you he was outside.

Like every thursday, the pogues made plans to meet at the chateau for movie night. It was your turn to pick a movie and you were thrilled, you wanted to watch the maze runner series again, so you saw this was a great opportunity.

Just as you were adding final touches to the sunflower you drew, the screen of your phone lit up and with the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of JJ’s contact name.

You swiftly got off the bed and slid into your beat up vans. You made your way down the stairs and slung your, more accurately JJ’s, jacket over your shoulders, slipping your arms through the sleeves as you shut the door behind you. You skipped down the porch steps, approaching your favorite blond boy, whose hair was rumpled from both his helmet and the wind.

You ran your hand through his golden locks, gently tugging, as your lips met the warm skin of his exposed neck, greeting him with intimacy. He smiled at your antics, kissing your temple sloppily, then handed you your helmet and put his back on.

As soon as you placed it on top of your head, you hoped onto the pillion seat and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his build back. You placed a soft kiss on his shoulder blade, missing the grin he gave you.

He turned the key in the ignition, starting the bike and the two of you rode off.

The wind whispered through your hair when all of the sudden you felt droplets of rain fall onto the exposed skin of the nape of your neck.

Neither of you thought too much of it, as you were already half way there and it was just a couple of drops. But not long after, the rain got violent, and the road got slippery.

JJ knew it was dangerous to ride a motorbike in such weather conditions and so he searched for a place with shelter, in which you could wait until the rain came to a halt.

“Hold tight” he shouted and you obeyed, tightening your grip and holding onto dear life. “JJ we have to stop it’s getting dangerous” you affirmed, voice laced with fear. “I know, I’m looking for a place where we can wait out the storm” he explained.

The pouring rain was bucketing down harshly and the drops covered JJ’s visor almost completely, blocking his sight.

As a result he didn’t see the puddle you were heading straight to.

Lifting up your head, you peeped over JJ’s shoulder, noticing the puddle.

“JJ! LOOK OUT!” You alarmed him, but before either of you could process anything, he lost control over the bike.

The wheels slid, you reluctantly took a wild left turn, losing balance and hitting a tree, causing the bike to flip over to the side.

JJ lunched forward, slamming his ribs onto the twist-grip, then hitting the ground, his shoulder breaking his fall, delivering all of his weight to it causing him to whimper in pain.

You on the other hand, weren’t so fortunate.

You spent your entire life frightened by mishaps like this one, certain that if you were ever to be in a vehicle accident, nevertheless a motorcycle, the only thing you would be able to focus on would be the pain.

But to your surprise, it wasn’t.

To be honest you couldn’t focus on anything, because the second you tried moving, you felt a dull pain wash over you, and your eyelids suddenly felt like they weighed 800 tons.

The pain traveled through your body, and you could feel it in your bones, it completely drained you of any power you had left from the adrenaline. You blinked slowly and heavily.

JJ rushed to you and placed your head on his lap, taking off your helmet and brushing the strands of your disheveled hair out of your face. He noticed there was blood on your forehead, caused by a tree branch after your visor was torn off. It made him absolutely hysterical.

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak, all you wanted to do in that moment was sleep. He immediately called 911, waiting for an ambulance as he brushed your hair ever so lightly, terrified of hurting you more than he already had.

The sight of your delicate, weak figure shattered his heart, he kept telling himself this could have been prevented. If only he listened to you, if only he had accepted back then that motorcycles are dangerous. You looked so fragile, vulnerable, and worst of all, in pain. He couldn’t stand the thought of him being the reason.

He noticed you started closing your eyes for longer periods of time and it caused him to freak out even more, if possible. “Y/N?” You tried responding but the tiredness just wouldn’t let you. “Hey! Don’t close your eyes- don’t you dare close your fucking eyes!” He seethed, furious at himself for putting you in this situation.

The last thing you remember was the faint sound of sirens and a sharp pain in your arm, then your vision went black.

The next thing you knew you were on a small, lumpy bed, you shifted uncomfortably, the smell of cleaners enveloped you and you were woken up by the sound of someone shutting a door, audible sounds of chatter came from the other side of the wall. The bright recessed light coming from the ceiling blinded you and you squinted your eyes, feeling an indistinct ache in your head.

You felt giddy and let out a frustrated groan farrowing your eyebrows causing a sharp pain above them. You hissed in pain, then touched your forehead, where you felt a thread, figuring out they stitched up a deep wound.

You casually moved your hand to scratch the odd itch on your elbow, but your fingertips were met with solid plaster instead of soft skin.

You looked down at your right arm and noticed it was in a cast, and your ankle swathed in a bandage, which got stuck under the engine, fracturing it when the bike flipped over.

“Well that’s just fucking great” you muttered under your breath sighing in exasperation.

“Shit! JJ!” you squealed, panicking as you scanned the room. You were so distracted by your pain that for a second you forgot he was there with you.

Five seconds barely passed by and the door was swang open revealing a worried JJ.

You sat up, relief washing over you as he rushed towards your bed and cradled your head tenderly in his arms, squeezing you ever so slightly, as if you were made of china and he was scared that if he added any more pressure, you’d break.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice mellow, calming you down.

“Well, my head kinda hurts and i feel a bit nauseous but pretty numb overall” he stroked your hair as you spoke. “It’s because of the medication” a doctor chimed in as she entered the room “you’re on quite a lot of pain killers”.

“Oh, well, thank you so much for helping us” you trailed off, “but we really should get going”, not wanting to stay there any longer than you had to since hospitals gave you the creeps.

“Actually, I’d prefer you stay here overnight for supervision, both of you” mentioned the doctor before leaving you and JJ alone in the room.

“Well, you heard the lady, guess we’re sleeping here tonight” JJ noted plopping down on a chair beside your hospital cot. “Na-uh” you scoffed, struggling to get off the bed “there is no way in hell i’m spending the night in a hospital”.

JJ gave you a concerned look “but the doctor ordered-“ “no no no, she recommended, see the difference?” you cut him off, motioning with your hand that you need help standing up.

JJ felt so bad he didn’t even argue, and you knew he would be able to take care of you if anything happened during the night.

The two of you started walking, well, he walked, you limped, clutching onto his bicep for support, as you searched for the exit for what felt like forever, all of the corridors looked the same and you were worn out.

“Dang, I just wanted to watch the maze runner, not be in it” you whined and he chuckled at your despair filled tone.

Eventually you found your way out, recognising the VW you’d grown to love so much, parked in front of you. The doors opened and four frames of what you made out to be your friends came running straight towards you and JJ, clasping you in their arms, careful not to hurt either of you.

“What are you guys doing here??” You asked, giggling at the intense feeling of your heart swell.

“I’m JJ’s emergency contact. The second we got a call from the hospital saying you two got in a motorcycle accident, we rushed here” John B. explained, “We were really worried” Sarah added as you made your way towards the van.

“I’m just glad you two are okay” Kie admitted helping JJ lift you into the van. “Yeah, both of you got really lucky” Pope pointed out, “I’m surprised the doctor didn’t ask you to stay overnight”

“Oh she did, I just really didn’t want to” you confirmed, eating the piece of chocolate Sarah handed you knowing it’s your favorite, as John B. started driving towards the chateau.

“Are you crazy?! What if you have a concussion??” Pope yelled panicking, astound by your stupidity, not a surprise “You know they ask you to stay overnight for a reason! The adrenaline your body releases after an accident can mask symptoms of an injury!” He revealed.

“Well that’s why we keep you around, Dr. Spock” JJ joked causing you all to laugh.

When you arrived at the chateau, you and JJ went to the spare room, both desperate for a shower. He helped you with your cast, sealing it with a trash bag and assisted you in stripping out of your clothes. He washed your body for you, and felt horrible knowing you won’t be able to do it normally by yourself for a while.

When you got out of the shower JJ wrapped a towel around his hips then helped you wrap one around your torso. When you turned to him you noticed he had a huge bruise on his abdomen.

You grazed your fingers over the the dark purple swollen skin, brushing it gently, then let your fingers skim over JJ’s wounded shoulder travelling down to the palm of his hand, linking his fingers with yours.

You averted your gaze to his eyes only to find them already on you, filled with awe and remorse as a single tear escaped one of them.

You immediately opened your arms pulling him to you, as close as you possibly could. He buried his face in the crook of your neck sobbing, littering your clean skin with his salty tears.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault” he apologised, he could never describe the feeling of guilt he had, knowing he hurt the one person he loves most in this world, the one person he never wanted to see in pain, let alone be the reason for it.

“J, this isn’t-“ “no this is! If only I’d listened- y-you wouldn’t be hurting, and we wouldn’t have bumped into that stupid tree in the first place-“ he started swallowing his words “I don’t know what I’d do to myself if I ever lost you- I-“ he choked on his own tears.

You knew nothing you said mattered cause he wouldn’t listen, he was far too convinced this was all on him. So you just held him tightly for as long as you could, you tried soothing him by placing tender, lingering kisses to his nose, cheeks and forehead speaking only in a hush tone, reassuring him “it’s okay, I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere”. You stayed with him like that until he calmed down.

The two of you got dressed and headed towards the living room where you were met by the others spread across the couch. ”Aren’t you two tired?” Kie asked signaling you to sit. JJ plopped down on the couch beside you, letting you lean your head on his unharmed shoulder.

“Oh sweetheart, in the last five hours I managed to get in a motorcycle accident, go to the hospital, get drugged by so many pain killers, which by the way are still affecting, I managed to escape the labyrinth I was in and get to the chateau alive with a broken arm, fractured ankle, not to mention my stitched forehead and now, I will watch the maze runner. And all of you are going to sit your asses down and enjoy the goddamn movie with me, because I fucking deserve it, thank you very much” you finished your rant of breath.

They all looked at you with wide eyes and parted lips, slightly scared. “Yes ma’am” John B. agreed and turned on the tv. One movie turned into two and eventually you watched all three movies until the sun came up. By the end of the last one, you were all in tears. You fell asleep on the pullout couch on top of each other.

Maybe you were in physical pain, but being surrounded and cared for by your favorite people made you forget all about it, they made you feel whole.

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A/N: by the way i decided to make a taglist!

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puckyess · 5 years ago

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4 Times His Teammates Said “I Love You” + 1 Time He Did | Ryder Donovan

S/o to @penaltbox for being my favorite brainstorm partner and encouraging the hell out of me. Inspo: @that-fandom-stuck-in-your-head

I found the one TikTok that was deleted, so now all TikToks are linked!!

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Shay Donovan

You weren’t allowed to have favorites on the team outside of Ryder, but if you did it would be Shay hands down. The relationship you had with him was like that of a brother. He watched out for you and you for him. You’d play the part of his best wingwoman and he supported your relationship with his brother. You’d fight like siblings too. He knew exactly which buttons to press and you knew how to get under his skin. You knew each other well and this is what made you two Ryder’s worst nightmare. You constantly ganged up on him with his brother. You were able to get Ryder to do/fall for just about anything and that made you Shay’s favorite secret weapon.

The boys had some free time this weekend and wanted to make the 5 hour drive to Duluth to spend it on their boat since it would probably be one of the last times they would get to do so with the season ramping up. Ryder’s annoyance for you and Shay began promptly at 6 a.m. He was not a morning person and you definitely weren’t either, but Shay insisted you both get up early so that you get to the boat at a decent time in the day. He did not however, set his alarm for 6 a.m., rather 6 p.m. and was awoken by his brother’s shouts to get out of bed. You, on the other hand, were just running late because you thought you could get ready in a shorter amount of time than was realistic. By the time you and Shay make it down to Ryder, who already has the car packed and ready to go, he’s huffy. “You guys know I hate when you tell me a specific time and then you show up late”. “Well this should be a fun trip, right Rizzer?”, Shay speaks up with fake enthusiasm. You shoot Shay a look from the front seat as a signal to shut the hell up, to which Ryder appreciates.

The first hour is pretty smooth, not a whole lot of talking going on in the car. Everyone just appreciating the sunrise, or at least that’s what you thought until you glanced in the backseat and saw Shay sound asleep. At your “awh” Ryder moved his eyes from the road to the rear view mirror. “So that’s why it’s been so peaceful”. Even though you laughed you gave Ryder’s hand that was on your thigh a light squeeze. “Don’t be so grumpy Rydes. This is going to be a fun weekend, I just know it”. He can hear the smile in your voice without even looking over and he knows you’re right, flashing you his signature bright smile of his own.

As if he knew he was being talked about, Shay begins to stir. The quietness is disturbed immediately upon his awakening. He takes over the AUX and the road tripping can finally begin. Him and Ryder argue over music, whether to play alternative or country and which has more of a summer vibe, until finally a summer playlist, containing both is chosen. You pick up your phone, scrolling through some Tiktoks when you find one you just have to send to Shay. You watch as he gets the notification and opens it immediately. The music is broken up, replaced with the voice of a guy saying, “Send this to someone you don't like. You look like a rat, and you are so fat. I would be so sad, if i looked like that”. You’re dying laughing in the front seat at the offended look on Shay’s face and the death glare he’s receiving from Ryder. “I hate you” is all Ryder spits out, as this is a regular occurrence in any car ride. You love how you can get Shay in trouble without even really trying and how Ryder only yells at his brother when you’re the one who sent it to him.

The rest of the ride is spent on the highway and though you love the singing of the boys in the car with you, you’re getting pretty bored just watching the trees pass by so you say, “Let’s play a game!”. They both look at you like you’re 12.

“What? It’ll be fun I promise”. They shoot you skeptical looks, but ask what the game is anyway.

“It’s like license plate bingo kind of. You see the type of car first, you call it out and then you get to punch whoever you want”, you say with a shrug.

“Ooo, I like this game”, Shay says rubbing his palms together as he studies the list of “rules” you sent him: Slug bug, no punchbacks. PT Cruiser, get a bruiser. Tacoma, put you in a coma. Kia, wouldn’t wanna be ya, could be substituted with kia kick. Big truck, no luck. Subaru slap. Jeep jab. Honda hit. Train, feel the pain. You read them out loud to Ryder so that he can play too while he drives. Ryder shakes his head as you continue down the list, clearly not as impressed as Shay was.

“Where do you come up with this stuff, Y/N?”, but he agrees to participate nonetheless.

The rest of the ride is now much more exciting, everyone on high alert for a vehicle that would allow them to inflict pain on a passenger. You and Shay are admittedly better and much more active in the game since Ryder has to also pay attention to the road. As a result, he also ends up taking most of the hits, both from you and his brother. Everytime you would excitedly jab him, he’d give you puppy dog eyes. He was easy pickings, as he was right next to you, but the sad eyes did make you choose Shay as your target a little more often.

After Shay slugs Ryder in the arm for about the fifth “Kia, wouldn't wanna be ya”, his personal favorite, Ryder expresses his annoyance for the game. “This is abuse. I can’t even play right since I’m driving. The only person I can hit is Y/N, and unlike some people”, he says, shooting you a look, “I don’t enjoy hitting my significant other”.

You just roll your eyes at him, but Shay is quick to jump in, unhappy that Ryder is squashing his fun. “Awh can widdle brudder not take a few punches? You’re going soft, Ryder” Shay says with his fake baby voice.

You know it grates on Ryder’s nerves like no other so you call the game quits before they engage in an argument in the small space. Luckily, you were just pulling into the drive leading to where the Donovan’s call home. Getting out of the car Shay throws an arm around you, “I liked our game, Y/N. Very fun. We should play it more often”.

You all enter the house long enough to drop off the bags and pack some snacks for the boat. Shay leans over to you. “Want to see something funny?”, he asks with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You raise your eyebrow at him in response. “I’m going to get Ryder in trouble with only four words”, he promises. You use your hand to gesture him on to whatever it is he has planned.

“OW, Ryder! Ryder, stoppp!” He suddenly yells. Ryder, who was digging through the fridge, turns around, giving Shay a confused look as if to say “Wtf”.

“Ryder, seriously! Stop!”, he continues yelling.

“Knock it off!”, their mom calls down from upstairs. Ryder’s clued into what’s happening now, giving his brother a little shoulder check as he passes him to drop the strawberries on the island, just in time for his mom to come around the corner.

“Ryder stop!”, Shay yells at his brother one last time for good measure.

“Seriously, Ryder? You two are home for not even two minutes and you’re already trying to test my patience? And with a guest in the house. Did I teach you boys nothing?”, she reprimands her sons and you have to hide your smile as Shay’s plan plays out accordingly.

She’s bringing you in for a hug then and eventually her two sons the same. She catches up with the boys for a few minutes, but knows they’re impatient to get to the boat so she doesn’t chat for long.

Once she leaves the room you turn to Shay, “I have to say, I’m impressed. I didn’t think it would be that easy.” Shay has a very pleased smirk on his lips.

“I used to do it when we were kids, all the time. Good to know it still works now too, isn’t that right, Rydes?” he says nudging his brother.

Ryder looks back and forth between you and his brother, shaking his head. “You were in on this? You two are the worst. I’m about to drive back to Wisconsin and leave you both here”, he says with a huff.

Unfortunately for Ryder, your antics with Shay weren’t finished yet. While he was driving the boat, Shay had found a Tiktok that he wanted to make, but he needed your help to do it. You were lounging at the front of the boat when Shay brought it to you, explaining his plan.

“Okay, so I’m going to sit over there and just act like I’m on my phone, but I’m actually going to be filming. You’re going to put your fingers like this”, he says showing you his thumb and pointer finger touching like in the ok sign, “and then tell him to do that on his chin, but put it on your cheek. “I want to see how many times it’s going to take him to get it right. My bet is 5. You in?”.

You felt bad goading your boyfriend like that, but you knew he was the perfect victim for it. You loved Ryder, but he was a little slow to catch onto things sometimes. The punchline of jokes? Not his thing, he’d get it a few seconds after everyone else and even then, sometimes you weren’t really sure if he even got it then. It was a wonder how he played such a fast paced game and came up with chirps on the fly. Mulling it over once more, you finally nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m in, but $10 says it’s going to take him 8”, you say with a wink.

Shaking on it, he says, “I like the way you think. You have a deal”.

Getting up you go over to your boyfriend, trying not to feel guilty. “Babe, I have a test for you”, you say as innocently as possible.

“And what is that?”, he asks, giving you his full attention.

“Put this,” Showing him the same sign Shay showed you, “on your chin”, demonstrating for him, placing the ok sign on your cheek.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Is this a tiktok or something?” he asked, looking around for your phone. Your eyes widened with fake offence as you pointed to your phone over on your towel. “Babe, do you see me filming? My phone is way over there. It’s fine. Just put this on your chin”, you said, once again demonstrating for him.

He looked around, still suspicious. “You’re not going to hit me right? This isn’t another one of your ‘beat up on Ryder games’?” You shook your head, promising him you wouldn’t even touch him. Satisfied with that, he gave in to your request, like he always did and copied your actions. Meanwhile, Shay was trying his hardest to remain camouflage but his brother’s predictable actions were making it very difficult to not start laughing behind his phone.

You repeated your phrase again, “Put this on your chin” and he again mirrored your movements, putting his ok sign on his cheek and looking at you expectantly. You tried again, enunciating the “this” as you watched him. He again put his fingers on his face.

You tried not to laugh, repeating the phrase, trying to clue him in as you said the words slowly this time. “Put this on your chin.” He studied you real hard this time, but copied your placement exactly with his ok sign on his cheek.

You tried again, “Put this,” showing him your ok sign in front of his face and speaking slowly, “on your chin”. This time the poor boy grabbed your wrist, bringing your ok sign to HIS cheek and waiting for your approval. This time you had to let out a little chuckle and as you glanced over at Shay he was ready to bust a gut trying to hold back his laugh. You tried to compose yourself, as you tried to get your boyfriend to do the simple task.

“Put this on your chin” you practically yelled at him. Even though he was frustrated with what you were saying, he had a big smile on his face because you did. “I’m not fucking stupid” he said through laughs and grabbed your hand with two hands this time and put it on his cheek.

You were really laughing now, pulling your hand away and trying one last time. “Ryder. Put this. On your chin”, you said hoping this time would stick. But nope. The boy really put that okay sign on his damn cheek and really had the audacity to look at you to say he did it right.

You took a deep breath, trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard. “On your chin”, and he just looked at you, processing what you just said and then finally his hand shot to his chin and he started laughing again. “Oh shit”. You started cheering for him and Shay practically exploded from his spot as he fell to the floor laughing.

“Oh my god. That was too good. I’m so posting this”, he said between laughs.

“I believe you owe me 10 bucks, Shay. Pay up”, you responded with your hand out.

Ryder once again was stuck looking between you and Shay. “You set me up!” he accurately accused. “And you BET on it? You bet against me?” he said, turning to you. Seeing the hurt look on his face you felt bad.

“Rydes I didn’t bet against you per say, I just guessed how many times it might take you to catch on to what I was saying. I love you though”, you say as you run your fingers up and down his arms at an attempt to get him to forget your tricks. He’s not pleased with your answer though.

Now you’re pouting and sticking your lip out at him, throwing Shay under the bus. “It was Shay’s idea!”.

“Dude!” Shay exclaims.

You roll your eyes at him, “Oh like he didn’t already know”.

The slight frown on Ryder's face had turned into a small smile as he spoke to Shay. “I can’t believe you turned my own girlfriend on me. You guys are being extra annoying today”.

“It’s all for the tiktok, bahd” Shay answers with a shrug, unbothered by his brother’s annoyance.

You, however, spent the rest of the afternoon trying to suck up to Ryder.

“I hate you,” you said as you passed Shay to get to the cooler to fetch Ryder a drink for the fifth time as part of your penance. Shay just grins up at you, shooting you a wink. “I love you too, my little partner in crime”.

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The following weekend you’re out with the guys, walking down State Street and a car passes your group. Shay glances at you and then Ryder and an ear splitting grin takes over his features. Lightning fast he hits Ryder, yelling “Lamborghini, hit you in your weenie!”.

You stop in your tracks as your boyfriend doubles over in pain and you double over in hysterics. The guys, as well as the few passerbyers who had heard Shay’s outburst look on in confusion.

As you finally catch your breath you move to help your still struggling boyfriend. You crouch down so you can see his face as you ask if he’s okay, but his grimace tells all. There’s nothing you can really do for him but let him breathe it out so you stand back up, high-5ing Shay. “That was pretty good,” you say shaking your head at the memory of what just happened and your road trip from last weekend.

“How long did it take ya to come up with that one?”.

He proudly announces that he’s been thinking of new ones to add to the list all week.

“Whoever introduced you two was a real idiot and is 100% regretting that decision” Ryder says from his still bent over position. You only offer your hand to help him stand straight in response.

Shay’s animatedly trying to explain the game to the boys, who all seem very excited to play. They spend the rest of the walk to KK punching each other and calling out the phrases as they search the cars lining the sides of the road. You walk a few steps behind them with Ryder leaning on you for a little support and maybe some protection.

“You’ve really created a monster now” he sighs, watching the boys.

All of a sudden he strikes your arm. “PT Cruiser, get a bruiser!”, he hollers and takes off down the street, suddenly fine. He looks back at you with a big grin.

You shake your head, “Smooth, Ryder Donovan, smooth” and you chase after him.

Mike Vorlicky

Being in a group chat with a bunch of hockey players meant that you were no stranger to your phone blowing up with nonsense, but you knew the boys were at practice, as Ryder had left for it 15 minutes ago, so when you heard more pings from your MacBook- 4 in a row to be exact - all from Mike, you knew something was up. Quickly checking your phone, your brows knit as you read the succession of messages, confirming your suspicion that something was definitely up.

“Y/N! SOS.”

“I know you have your phone, I NEED YOU”

“Come on my ass is about to be shipped back to Edina”

“Y/N! I hate to do this, but Ryder got hurt on the way to practice. I mean like really hurt”.

The messages didn’t make sense, but the last one had you calling Mike immediately.

“Oh, thank God-'' he answered, but you cut him off, wanting to know about the status of your boyfriend.

“What happened? How is Ryder? Where are you?”. The pause on the other end of the line had your heart beating in your ears, filled with anxiety and worry for your boyfriend, at least for a moment.

When you heard “Dude she’s gonna kill you” from Cole in the background, a different emotion filled you.

“Mike Vorlicky, what the HELL is going on?”

Despite the anger and annoyance in your voice, Mike still let out a smug chuckle. “I knew that last one would get you to answer your damn phone. But listen-“

“So he’s fine? Nothing happened?”, you asked just to be sure.

When Mike lets out a nervous chuckle you release the breath that you had been holding. “I should hang up on your ass right now, Vorlicky. You can’t just-“

“No seriously, Y/N this is important. You can yell at me later, but will you pleaseeee, pretty please with a cherry on top please bring me my practice jersey? I was serious about coach shipping me out. This is like the third time. He’s gonna bench me next game and my parents are coming to this one...”.

Even though you were extremely pissed off at him for even speaking into existence your boyfriend getting hurt, you also couldn’t deny him or any of the boys when they needed your help and he knew that. After letting out a groan you asked him where the jersey was and made your way over to his dorm. Getting into his building was scarily easy and the jersey was surprisingly right where he said it would be, laid out on his bed. It’s a wonder how he forgot it.

Minutes later you were pulling up to the practice facility and walking through the glass doors that led to the rink. You were met with cool air and smiling faces. As the boys noticed you began to head your way, but not before Mike rushed over. He was coming so fast he barely had time to stop before he hit the boards and wrapped you in a hug, “I love you so much right now I could kiss you” he said, taking the jersey from your hands.

“Don’t even think about it, Vorlicky” Ryder called to him as he made his way through the boys to give you a quick kiss before the whistle blew signifying practice starting, just in time for Mike to slip the jersey over his gear.

Owen Lindmark

Cooking had never been your thing, still having never really gained that skill even after living on your own. But as much as it was not your best quality, it was even less so for the boys that were about to come crashing through your door any minute. Dating Ryder was amazing and equally as amazing were the 20 other boys who’ve you’ve come to call close friends that came along with him.

You had just gotten an air fryer and were excited to test it out. You’d been promising the boys you’d cook for them for weeks and figured what better time to do so than now. They had a big rematch coming up that weekend against PSU anyway so you had told Ryder to invite some of his teammates over for a mini team dinner.

You were pretty impressed with yourself you had to admit. Not only had you planned a full meal and dessert, you had timed it perfectly so that everything was just about finished as you heard the door unlock.

“Honey, I’m hooommee”, Shay called out as he dropped his bag in the pathway of the others behind him.

You shook your head as you stirred the marinara sauce one last time, knowing that the pet name bugged Ryder even though it was a movie line and he was so obviously joking.

“Dude it smells amazing in here”

“What’re we having?”

“I’m starving”, and curses could all be heard as the crew continued to pour into the apartment, the noise and chaos level instantly rising.

You cleared your throat and very dramatically tapped your spoon on your wine glass to gather the boys’ attention.

”First of all, everyone is to wash their hands before eating, please and thank you. Salad is already on the table. You guys can grab yourselves a plate, the pasta is over by the sink, the sauce is right next to it and then the chicken’s already been cooked in the air fryer so it follows your guys’ diets (kind of) and parmesan melted on it so you can just put that on top of the pasta. I have bread in the oven that I’ll bring out when it’s done. Oh and dessert for when everyone’s ready”. You barely finished your spiel before the boys were shoving each other to get in line.

Shay of course had battled his way to the front of the line, claiming seniority, Mike unsurprisingly behind him, followed by Lex, Owen, Cole and Dylan. For being as large as Dylan was, he had been easily bullied to the end of the line. Ryder stuck around, wrapping you in a hug and placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“You’re amazing for doing this. The boys haven’t shut up about it all week. You really went all out didn’t you, babe?” He asked with a proud smile on his face. His little acknowledgment coupled with how proud he looked made you blush. You knew he wasn’t lying about the boys obsessing over this meal either, as you had been receiving daily texts from each of them about it.

“Don’t get too excited, you haven’t even tasted anything yet. What if it’s the worst Chicken parm, you’ve ever tasted in your life?” You asked pouring on the dramatics. It was your first time using the air fryer after all, you had no idea how it would turn out and you were a bit nervous, but had warned the boys ahead of time that they may be ordering pizza instead.

Your disclaimer was countered by moans coming from the living room, a chorus of them actually. You and Ryder share a look before busting out laughing. “I guess there’s your answer for ya.” He replies, followed by a “No one better be having sex out there”.

You shoo him along so that he can eat with his friends and you can grab the bread out of the oven. After slicing it and putting it on a plate you deliver it to the vultures in your living room and prop yourself on the armrest of Ryder’s chair, rubbing his back as he eats.

The boys don’t stop gushing about your cooking as they continue to shovel food in their mouths. “This is seriously- the best meal- no, scratch that- food- I’ve had in months”, Cole says between bites.

“Hey, I just made you that really good burger and Mac cheese thing last week and you gave it 5 stars!” Dylan protests.

You and Owen lock eyes and instantly start laughing. “Dyl, did it come in a red box with a glove on the front?” You ask, still giggling. His eyes light up, happy that you recognize it and he nods.

“Dude, that’s Hamburger Helper!” Owen howls.

“And an insult to Y/N’s cooking”, Alex chimes in.

”Even this salad is more gourmet than Hamburger Helper, sorry bro”, Cole adds.

At this point everyone’s laughing at Dylan’s expense, yourself included. He’s immediately apologetic, hoping he didn’t truly insult your cooking, which just eggs the boys on assuring him that he did in fact insult you.

“Yeah, that’s like comparing Wayne Gretzky and Shay in hockey, but for cooking”, Mike chirps, feeling the need to get involved.

”Nice one Mikey. Dylan fucks up, but let’s roast Shay”, Shay retorts.

You grin, loving being a part of the relaxed banter that’s going on but wave them off. Dylan attempts to grumble out his weak defense, claiming that he’s from Canada and didn’t know about Hamburger Helper, just making you giggle harder.

“Okay, okay okay,” you say in an attempt to calm yourself and the room down. You were wiping tears from your eyes. “I’m going to go get the dessert so you clowns can get out of my apartment”.

Once in the kitchen you opened the cabinet by the fridge and felt around for the plate of brownies you knew you’d hidden up there so that the boys, specifically your boyfriend, wouldn’t pick at them before dinner. You felt a pair of hands on your hips. You had expected it to be your boyfriend, but with his body slightly pressed against yours you knew it wasn’t him.

“Need some help?”, the voice confirmed your thoughts. It was Owen.

“Please”, you said, accepting his offer.

He grinned once he pulled the plate down and saw the perfectly proportioned brownies. You had used one of those baking pans that had individual brownie shapes so that every piece had four edges, the best part and Ryder’s favorite.

“I love these, my mom makes ‘em like that. Smart to keep these hidden from Ryder”, he says with a wink. Though his tone is light toward the end with the little chirp at Ryder, you don’t miss the hint of sadness that laced his voice in the beginning. And he doesn’t miss the look of concern on your face either.

He puts the plate down and leans against the counter. “I love you for doing this tonight. I really can’t thank you enough. I needed this, the laughs, the home cooked meal”, he confesses, running a hand through his hair.

“Missing home a little extra?” You ask, knowing exactly how he feels.

”You could say that. I know the guys and I don’t say it enough, but we love you and appreciate how much you take care of us and keep us sane. What you do for Ryder is obvious, but stuff like this that you do extra for us, making a really good dinner and dessert, always letting us hang out here, and come to you with our problems. It means a lot”.

Not really having words for all that he’d just told you, but wanting to show him you really did care for him too, you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a good squeeze.

“Awh, O. I don’t know what to say. You and the boys are like family to me. You always have a second home here.” The sentimental moment is broken up by Mike shouting about dessert and someone telling him to shut up and stop being rude.

“I guess we better get this dessert to the boys so they can get out of your hair”, he says grinning.

Before letting him go you pull back and say, “Tell your mom I said hi when you call her later”. He picks the plate of brownies back up and you make your way toward the rowdy group occupying your living room.

“You know me too well. But I surely will let her know. I’m sure she’ll appreciate you keeping me alive”, he says with a chuckle.

Dylan Holloway

Everyone was huddled close together in the dimly lit booth as it came down to just Roman and Dylan, each with two fingers on the full pitcher in the middle of the table. The two boys were half out of their seats staring each other down. Roman had a smug smirk on his face as he watched Dylan sweat it out across from him, his mind clearly going a mile a minute.

The guys had just swept PSU and were definitely feeling themselves tonight. They decided to opt for the usual celebratory tradition of KK and Fingers, a game that Dylan was historically terrible at.

It was Dylan’s turn and he was still shaking his head, both at himself for overthinking a simple drinking game and at Roman who was continuously chirping him, which was not helping him decide. He only hoped the winning luck of the night would continue as he began counting down, “Three, two, one - two!”, Roman yanked one finger off the pitcher as Dylan left his two on, for a total of three fingers.

The team erupted as Dylan threw his hands in the air, “Fuck! I always lose this stupid, fucking game”.

“Drink up, bud!”, Roman chided him, pushing the pitcher closer to him on the table.

Dylan just groaned and stared at the full pitcher of unknown alcohol with a grimace.

“Come on, Dyl, you know the rules. Or at least you should, you’ve lost enough times by now”, Shay chirped from behind him. You felt bad for the guy because Shay wasn’t wrong. Of the handful of times you had watched and played the game, Dylan had lost all but maybe twice.

“You’re right Shay, maybe we should spice it up this time, eh? What do we think boys?” Mike suggests with a devilish smile and a rub of his palms. You don’t miss the look that he shares with Roman and your eyes narrow in on the boy who suddenly has a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Dylan, I dare you to go ask that girl for her number”, he challenges, nodding toward a blonde who had been looking over at the group.

Following his gaze you notice who exactly it is that he pointed out and you choke on your drink. You want to stop Dylan before he makes a fool out of himself, but he easily gulps down the pitcher and quickly makes his way over to the girl waiting for him. You can’t get your words out as you’re sputtering and coughing from your drink.

When you finally catch your breath you give Roman a shove and hiss “Fuck you Ro. What’re you doing? Aren’t you talking to that girl?”. He doesn’t answer, just shrugs as he watches on with a smirk plastered on his face, as if he knows exactly what is going to happen. Ryder nudges you in confusion at your little interaction with his teammate. Moving closer to him you filled him in on the unknown drama that was going on. “I played wingwoman for Roman a couple weeks ago so that he could pick up this same girl. Of course with my 90% success rate, he got her and I guess kept her. He’s been texting me about her all week”.

Suddenly understanding, he said “You have to go save D. The guys will never let him live this down” and you knew he was right. A freshman hitting on an older guy’s girl? Even if it was on a dare and even if her and Roman were just talking, it would still be embarrassing on Dylan’s part and chirp content for the team for the weeks to come.

So with a flip of your hair and a pat to Roman’s head you strode over to where Dylan was flirting with the blonde. He was really pulling out all the stops trying to earn this girl’s number, you had to give him that. You would even say that it actually appeared to be going well, but judging by the look that was on Roman’s face, you knew it wouldn’t end well.

“Excuse me, mind if I borrow him real quick? No? Ok great, thanks! I’ll give him back in just a second!”. You gripped his wrist with both hands and all but yanked him off the barstool until he was stumbling toward you, very confused. Once you were a few feet away, you steadied him with your hands. He was clearly annoyed with you.

“What the hell, Y/N? what’re you doing? I need to get back there. Things were actually going well”.

“And you will, D just listen to me for a second. I’m trying to help you here”.

“Help me? What’re you talking about?”.

“Dylan, Roman’s been talking to that girl for weeks now. He’s just trying to set you up because he knows she won’t actually give you her number because she’s with him so you end up coming back to the table empty handed and the guys can chirp you for weeks about trying to get with Roman’s girl”.

Realization washed over his face as he took in the situation. He glanced over at Roman’s now displeased but confused face and back at the girl who was seemingly waiting for him to return to the empty seat next to her.

“Whatever you have to do to get that number Dylan Holloway, do it. You can’t come back to that table empty handed, got it?”. He nodded furiously. “Good boy. Now go charm her pants off!” And with that you sent him on his way and returned to the group, all of whom were looking at you with quizzical faces.

You just shrugged it off saying, “He just wanted me to check if he smelled like beer. I guess she hates that stuff, only drinks Claws.” With that, Roman shoots you a look, knowing that was a load of shit and a jab at him. Her hatred of beer and love for white claws had been one of the many “fun facts” he had shared with you over the week. His attention turns as the guys erupt once again in cheers as the girl plants a kiss on Dylan’s cheek and sends him back to your table. He smiles victoriously as he stops in front of Roman. “I hope you don’t mind sharing your girl, she seems pretty into me”, he says and drops the napkin with her phone number on it on the table in front of Roman. The “ooos” and hollers from the boys are golden, but pale in comparison to the look on Roman’s face. Ryder fist bumps him and Dylan leans in to give your hand a squeeze, “I love you so much for that. The look on his face? Totally worth it. Really saved my ass. I owe you”.

Ryder wasn’t one to overuse the phrase “I love you”. He held great value in those three words and reserved them for times when it was just the two of you or for when the moment deemed necessary. Today was one of those moments.

He had gotten home from practice early to find you out on his balcony wrapped in a blanket and your computer on your lap. He hadn’t thought much of it as he shed his bag and went to wash his hands and make a snack, but the door was cracked and he could hear a familiar laugh that wasn’t yours. He stopped what he was doing and listened for it again. As if right on cue, his baby sister’s laugh found his ears. He debated with himself whether or not he should make his presence known. Curiosity eventually winning out, he decided to wait it out and see what his two favorite girls were talking about. He’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t ready to burst at seeing you voluntarily FaceTiming his baby sister.

His snack forgotten, he sat himself on the couch out of view and just listened and watched. He watched the way your hair fluttered with the breeze, how you focused your attention on the girl on the screen, and nodded your head in agreement with whatever she was saying. He watched the way you interacted with his sister and couldn’t deny the feeling that was consuming him.

Even more so he watched the way Clara’s face lit up as you spoke to her, a look he’d seen before, one she reserved for her big sister. It was one of idolization, respect, and love. He watched her smile and her head tip back as she laughed with you like you were her best friend. Mostly he watched as the two of you had become part of each other’s lives in a way he hadn’t even known.

He listened to the beautiful sound of your laugh mix with hers and to the way both of your voices were so animated with each other. He listened as you spoke naturally with her, your kindness genuine instead of just treating her as some little kid. He knew she hated that but had unfortunately had her share of heartbreak by girls who only used her to get to him. He hated that he had caused her any kind of pain, but loved that you had somehow found a way to right his mistakes. He knew right then and there that he’d never take you away from her and she wouldn’t let him.

His thoughts were broken up by you reentering the apartment.

“Having a stalker moment there, Rydes?”, you ask him with eyebrows raised.

Deflecting the question, he clears his throats and instead asks what you guys were talking about. “Didn’t you hear the whole conversation already?”, you tease him. He just rolls his eyes, so you divulge as you pull stuff out to make dinner.

“We were just checking in. She was making sure you were still alive, taking your vitamins, treating me right, our usual. She had some drama stuff, but V is busy getting stuff ready for the baby so she didn’t want to bother her. Oh, and we’re planning your sister’s baby shower! Well, Clara’s in charge but she wanted my opinion on some details”.

The feeling he had before as he watched you two only intensified as he discovered what you had actually been talking about.

“What do you mean your usual?”

You’d stopped adding ingredients to the pot as you looked up at him, realizing you had just let Ryder in on something you hadn’t planned on. “Um. You know how you FaceTime Clara every week? Well uh, I do too...that’s ok right? That’s not like weird?”

He processed the information you had just told him. You actually took the time out of your busy life to get in touch with his sister every single week and were asking him if that was ok? He hadn’t even imagined you doing that, but you continued to amaze him. The smile he gave you was so warm and full of love. “Of course that’s okay. I love that you do that and I’m sure she does too. I saw the way she looks at you, you know. The same way she looks at V.” Your heart swells at his comment and you almost start crying on the spot.

“So she’s coming to you with drama huh? Anything I should know about?”. You laugh and default to “girl code” aka Ryder doesn’t get any deets. Despite his best efforts, including puppy dog eyes, he doesn’t get anything out of you.

“You’re MY girlfriend, you can’t let my sisters convert you to their side already” he whines.

You laugh and respond with “Well would you rather I convert to your brother’s side? I’m sure Shay could pitch a good argument.” He looks offended that you’d even say such a thing and grumbles out a “no”.

After he’s decided he’s done pouting he comes around the counter and wraps his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face into your hair. “You told Clara I treat you well, right?” He questions, still thinking about your conversation with her. You’re surprised to detect nervousness in his question and that he’d even ask that. Turning in his arms you answer him, wanting him to see the conviction in your face when you say “Of course, Ryder. You don’t ever need to doubt that, baby”. He looks relieved and surprises you again with a confession.

“Good. I want Clara to see how she should be treated. What good love looks like, a healthy relationship, ya know?”.

Tears start form in your eyes and it takes you a second to find your voice. Eventually you do and you gently pull his face down to yours, running your thumb over his cheek. You melt over the way he leans into your touch. Even though your voice is barely above a whisper, it’s strong as you tell him, “You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. You show me what love is everyday and inspire me to be better for you and for me. You are such a role model to her Ryder. When she looks at us, I promise you all she will see is genuine, pure love.”

His heart is beating so hard as he absorbs your words. He takes your wrist and pulls your hand to his lips. He kisses your palm then cups your face in his hands, bringing your foreheads together. His own eyes are glassy and throat thick as he tries to put what he’s feeling into words that will convey the same amount of strength and emotion. “Every time I think ‘she can't get any better’ you surprise me. Well not surprise me because I’m not surprised you get better, but- fuck! I can’t get my words out right now.” He can feel you smiling and takes it as a sign to keep going.

“What I’m trying to say is you keep loving me and showing me that you love me in new ways that I didn't even know existed. You’re always taking care of me before games, after games and practices. Even just asking about practice and my day and coming to my games, waiting up for me after road trips. The highs of winning and you right there with me are amazing, but what I love most and what are even better are when you sit there and watch us lose, me lose and you just know how to deal with me afterwards. I can’t tell you how much it helps me to have you hold me after a game or offer dessert or just let me bitch about it. The lows are better because you still want me after. Like even if I couldn’t play hockey anymore, you’d still want me. You still believe in me to do better next game. You inspire me to be better. Off the ice especially”, he takes a deep breath then and as badly as you want to say something, you don’t interrupt him knowing he still has more to say.

“You’ve shown me what it feels like to be loved. Really, truly loved. You take care of my friends, regardless of what they need and you do so out of the goodness of your heart. Watching you with my family, I can’t ever imagine you being anywhere else but a part of my family, Y/N. The fact that my favorite people in the entire world love you makes me so happy I can’t even describe it. You’re FaceTiming my baby sister of your own free will, planning a baby shower with her for my other sister? You keep up with Shay and get Boden out of his shell. I couldn’t dream it up better if I tried. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but somehow I was blessed with you and I swear to you, promise you I will never stop loving you, ok? I love you with my whole heart and then some, Y/N”.

The tears are absolutely streaming down your face and into his hands and his into yours. The moment had gotten so intense and so fast. These were rare between you two, preferring to keep the relationship light and fun, but occasional moments like this where you attempted to pour your whole heart and soul into each other would occur and you were left breathless every time. But of course, you couldn’t resist a good chirp.

“You’re gonna have a hard time topping that for a proposal, Donovan”.

#ryder donovan #shay donovan #owen lindmark #cole caufield #dylan holloway #roman ahcan #mike vorlicky #rydesdono

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Battle Of Starcourt

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!Reader Warning: Bit of violence but nothing too bad A/N: This was based on a request and I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to post, but I hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome.

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Starcourt was in complete and utter chaos when you arrived with Joyce and Hopper. The chaos had seeped into the atmosphere, everyone was talking over one another trying to make sense of what happened and how it was all connected. You immediately ran over to Dustin and tackled him for a hug taking him by surprise. “Oh my god Dusty!” You screamed as you never thought you were going to see him again after being chased by the Terminator himself.

“Y/N!” He pushed you off as if he was embarrassed but his smile said otherwise. “I never thought I was going to see you again!” He clung onto you tight and you hugged him equally tight, until it sunk in fully what he said.

“What?” You looked at him shaking your head slightly and blinked several times hoping you misheard because he didn't know what you were doing so he must have been talking about himself. Your eyes start scanning the room while he explained about the Russians and the elevator, the moment he mentioned Steve your eyes zoned in on him and he was beaten and bruised but you were angry that he endangered your baby brother's life.

“STEVE!” You shouted storming over to him, fortunately you and Steve were close so you knew you could shout at him if need be and say what needed to be said and you'd be fine within in minutes. He backed off slightly when he saw you marching over to him. “How could you let my baby brother almost get killed?” Usually you'd hit him with whatever was in your hand, but you didn't want to hurt him more.

“He said we'd be American heroes.” The moment he said that he knew how ridiculous that sounded.

“We get chased by the goddamn Terminator, and you almost get killed because you wanted to be heroes.” You were about to hit the roof. You could hear the in the background Erica insulting Murray which if you weren't so angry you would be laughing.

“I'm sorry.” He held up his hands in defeat, in that moment you instantly turned soft.

“What happened to you?” You asked looking at Steve's face very worried, and concerned that he had become Hawkins' own living punchbag.

“I got tortured and drugged by a bunch of Russians.” He said like it was nothing.

“Your brother saved us.” Robin interjected proudly, hoping it would be infectious. You did feel proud but he shouldn't be living through the things that he has.

“How badly does it hurt?” You cupped Steve's chin to get a better look at the damage.

“Really bad.” He winced as you gently moved his head.

“Give me a second,” You walked over to your bag and dug through it looking for painkillers as you never left the house without them. “You did good Dusty, I'm proud of you,” You smiled at him as he watched you go through your bag. “If you do anything like that again though it won't be Russians you have to worry about.” You lightly nudged Dustin who nodded as he knew you were like a protective mama bear when it came to him and his friends. “Here you go.” You put the painkillers in Steve's hand smiling.

The plan had come together and you were going with Hopper, Murray, and Joyce down below, Murray was not happy about the codename at all. “Keep my baby brother safe or I will send you to the Upside Down.” You threatened Steve with a soft smile.

“You stay safe.” Steve hugged you tightly ignoring your threat, you couldn't help notice there being a smell lingering on him but you weren't entirely sure what it was; you just hoped it wasn't a new cologne he was trying. When he let you go you gave Dustin another hug.

“I think you need keep Steve safe more than he needs to keep you safe.” You whispered making him laugh and agree with you. You took off his hat and ruffled his hair which annoyed him as he stuck the hat back on. Give you one more hug as you parted ways.

You could tell Hopper was getting inpatient by Murray conversing with the Russian soldiers who were interrogating him. The moment Murray slipped up Hopper open fired, Joyce screamed loudly at this but it got the job done faster. You became used to Hopper's bull in a china shop mentality, sometimes it worked and others it didn't. This was one of those times it didn't fully work, meaning you all had to improvise. You had to admit to yourself that you looked good in the Russian uniform and you were planning on keeping it, once everyone had their uniforms on you and Joyce hopped into the back of a vehicle and made your way to the first location until you felt it stop, you both wondered what happened. Laughter was heard and it made you really confused.

“Why are you talking so much?” Joyce asked Murray as she climbed out with you following behind her.

“He was nice,” Murray said nonchalantly.

“He was nice?” Joyce reiterated trying to wrap her head around this interaction.

“He was a nice guard.” Murray was getting tired of having to explain himself.

“Yeah, I mean, we should probably invite him over after all this done,” Hopper rolled his eyes trying to antagonise Murray.

“I could bake him a casserole.”

“Get a six-pack, share some laughs. You know, have a drink.” Murray was seething at Joyce and Hopper's attitude but you were thankful they weren't arguing for once. Murray opened the vent and communicated with Scoops Troop.

“I hate children.” He sighed as he climbed and instructed you all to smile and nod if anyone said anything. You were sitting in the corner trying to stay out the way of Joyce and Hopper because there was still tension in the atmosphere and you didn't want to get stuck in the middle of it again, like you had done for the entire day. Hopper was pacing and worried for El which was understandable. The tension left the air once he admitted that they were a pretty good team. You were like a fly on the wall for the whole conversation about making it out alive. You squealed once they finally arranged a date making them both jump and turning their attention to you.

“Sorry,” You beamed happily while clapping gently. “It's finally happened,” They looked confused at your statement. “Murray isn't the only one who thought it was a lovers quarrel.” Your smile was huge, over the past couple of years Joyce had become like a second mom and Hopper was like a father figure so you were insanely happy to see that this was their time.

“We have a problem!” You heard Dustin yell down the walkie talkie.

“What kind of problem?” Hopper went into survival mode almost instantly as did you as Dustin explained.

“Bald Eagle has landed.” Murray interjected.

“How much longer?” Jim asked sounding desperate.

“I don't know, I've never done this before!” Murray shouted down the walkie talkie and then made a comment about love birds meaning he was close. The alarms were going and you ran through the door to do what you needed to do as it was time. You ran into a Russian and the only word you understood was the name 'Mikhail' and you just smiled and nodded until he let you three go. You fell through a door and found a safe. The code you were given was wrong and you hit your head against the wall while Hopper and Murray argued. Dustin's voice was on the other end and what turned out to be Suzi's voice who was pleading with him to do something which was the worst possible time. You were stifling your laughter when you heard them both singing, but it was really sweet. Hopper was looking like he was contemplating his life choices and Joyce was ready to give up until they heard the code and immediately punched it in.

You were standing in the room with the weapon which was severely malfunctioning thanks to Murray. It was a relief to know everything was about to end as Hopper got the keys out. Hopper was keeping watch and you were getting ready to turn the keys on three. Hopper was suddenly thrown across the room and you looked round to see the Terminator fighting Joyce who ran for the gun. You tried to fighting him, but you ultimately lost because of the advantage he had over you which meant you ended up in a pretty bad way. You weren't ready to give up though, you tried tripping him over which worked until he grabbed your leg and forcing something to break making you scream as you heard a loud snap as he got up you felt the sole of his boot hit your face knocking you out.

You woke up and everything was silent, Hopper was nowhere to be seen, Joyce and Murray were trying to carry you back to the surface. You winced at the pain when realised there was more weight on your leg than there should have been. The gate was closed and you felt like it was over. Government soldiers helped you onto the surface. You hobbled about looking at the utter chaos that had ensued above until you were taken over to an ambulance. While getting checked over Steve ran over to you hugging you ignoring the paramedic who was about to give you something for the pain. The pain shot through you like lightning.

“Jesus Christ.” Steve laughed relieved to see you were still alive.

“How bad do I look?” You asked still wincing in pain.

“Worse than me.” He teased moving a bloody strand of hair out of your face making you laugh. Dustin climbed into the ambulance pushing Steve out of the way. The paramedic rolled his eyes.

“Only one person can be in here with her.” He sighed giving them a death glare. Steve gave you kiss on the top of the head and climbed out letting Dustin stay with you. The paramedic administered the painkiller and Dustin's babbling became more and more funny to you, you were really enjoying this drug.

Once you had your leg in the cast due to a clean break in your foot thanks to the Terminator, Steve came in with some flowers he had got in a gas station on the way to you, Dustin was asleep in the chair curled up. Steve placed the flowers on your lap, you grabbed his hand and started stroking it.

“I hate the Terminator,” You joked shaking your head as you picked up the flowers and started smelling them. You couldn't really smell them as you were pretty sure you had lost your sense of smell. The painkiller was wearing off but you were still giggly and you hadn't regained your social filter.

“I'm glad you're safe,” Steve smiled taking the flowers from you making you fight back, so he could put them in the vase by your bed.

“I'm glad I'm safe.” You giggled sitting up a bit more in the bed. “I'm also glad Dustin kept you safe.” You smiled at him poking at his nose and cheek with your index finger making him laugh. Your pupils were the size of dinner plates still.

“He's a fighter, and he gets that from his sister,” Steve laugh was soft and gentle.

“Yes he does,” You grinned at Steve making him laugh even more, both of you forgetting that Dustin was asleep in the chair.

“Now that all this over,” Steve sighed contently making himself comfortable on the bed and wrapped an arm around you making you look up at him wide eyed, he wasn't sure if it was from the drugs or if you could read his mind. You hummed in response. “Do you maybe want to go on a proper date?” He asked slightly tensing up from the thought of rejection.

“A date date?” You asked to clarify as your head was becoming foggy.

“A date date.” He smiled pulling you tighter.

“I would love nothing more.” Your mind was getting foggier by the second but you knew you wanted to kiss him, so you decided to try pull him in for one.

“Nope, that is not happening.” Dustin blurted out pretending to wake up but was obviously listening to entire conversation.

“Dude seriously.” Steve laughed.

“Date her, yes. Anything else is a strong no.” Dustin stated as he got up and left the room. Steve turned his attention to you but you had fallen fast asleep in his arms.

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nekoannie-chan · 5 years ago

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Emergency landing

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word count: 1265 words.

Summary: You and Brock have a slightly bumpy mission

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This is my entry to the @buckys-other-punk ‘s The Other Punk’s 500 Follower Writing Challenge!! with the prompt #3:

“You hurt?”

“No, I normally spurt blood from my rib cage. Thanks for asking”.

Also my entry to the @marvelcapsicle ‘s Writing Challenge with the prompt #25:

“Okay…this looks bad”.

And my entry to the @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s What’s in the tittle? Writing game:

“Emergency landing”.

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You finished breakfast even though you were nervous, it was the first time you and Brock went on a mission without any other members. Several times you had dates, but you were not yet officially walked; although it was the mission that made you nervous, only you and he, no one else was going to be able to help them. The pressure was too much, a false move and everything could go wrong.

You got yourself a ponytail and went out to head to the Triskelion, you didn't want to be late and ruin the mission before it started.

As soon as you arrived immediately you headed to the dressing rooms to take everything you were going to need on the mission as well as the clothes you would wear to go unnoticed, a few minutes later you set off for the track where the plane they would leave, Brock appeared soon by your side.

"Are you ready?” He asked.

"Always," you answered.

“Already have everything you need?”

"Sure, you know I always pay attention to every detail," you said.

You boarded the plane, the road seemed calm, but you prefer not to trust or let your guard down, at any time someone could attack you or have some kind of untough situation.

"Y/N, you know, I've been thinking," Brock started saying after being silent for a while.

"About what?” You asked by looking at him.

"About us... I like you…”

"I like you Rumlow too, do you want us to be in a relationship?” You interrupted him.

"I had a romantic speech prepared for this occasion, but yes, I like the idea," he replied.

"I’m sorry?” You said confused.

"It's all right, just... the hell... what's going on?”

Unexpectedly the plane began to fail, so you had to make an emergency landing, Brock tried to fix it without success, tried to ask for help, but told him that you had to engineer them to continue the mission, both sighed frustrated, there were not many options apparently, you had not been ordered to return or postpone the mission, so you had to continue.

"I guess we're going to have to walk or steal a vehicle," you said.

"Walking sounds good, vehicles hardly pass.”

After a few hours, you finally arrived at the place, although so that the road wasn't boring you were joking and planning future trips, you set in motion the rest of the plan, while you entertained the guards, Brock was in charge of getting the object, as soon as he got it, he informed you by the communicator.

You both met outside the place, even though you had the feeling that it had been too easy that something else hadn't happened.

"Have you got it, right?“ You asked to make sure.

"Yes, although it's too simple, this is all too weird, I'm pretty sure they forgot to tell us a detail," Brock replied.

"I think the same thing, no previous mission had been so easy," you supported.

"Stop them!” Someone yelled behind you.

Brock and you saw each other, maybe you should have rushed instead of talking, and you started running, in theory, that shouldn't have happened... if the plane hadn't broken down.

They were going after you, in a short time they would surely catch up with you, they turned in a corner when you saw a house that on the outside seemed abandoned, and you beckoned them in to come in, maybe they could throw off their pursuers.

You came in, closed the door and dropped near the entrance, it looked as if that house had been abandoning for years, waited a few seconds hoping they wouldn't have followed them, before peeking out the window.

“Please tell me you're bringing with you the shit they asked of us, otherwise we're in serious trouble,” you said, trying to catch your breath.

"Of course I have it with me, I just need a few minutes to be able to get on with this damn mission," Brock replied.

After about five minutes, you peeked out trying not to draw attention to the windows; was when you saw that the street that was once empty, now seemed busier.

"This isn't good," you said.

"I think we'll need to be extracted, but if we're still here, they'll find us," Brock said.

"We can go upstairs and hide there, if we go out we'll be in trouble because they're probably all over this area," you proposed.

If you waited until nightfall, there was a high chance that they were no longer looking for you in that area believing you had gone further.

"Let’s go," Brock agreed.

You went up the stairs carefully, you were attentive as you did not know exactly that you could be in that place, you looked up and saw an irregularity in the ceiling, your eyes lit up, there you could be safe.

"Brock," you called him in a whisper.

"What?” He asked, turning to you.

"I think there's an attic here, we can hide there," you replied by pointing out what you've seen.

"That's why I love going on missions with you, you're very smart.”

You started looking for something that would help you open the entrance to the attic, you went up, after a while you took some cereal bars out of your bag, you were already hungry, you offered one to Brock and he accepted it, you were going to wait there until nightfall without peeking out or doing something that would give away your presence there.

When the sun went down, you carefully peeked out the small attic window, there was no one on the street.

"I think we can go down now," you reported.

Brock began to come down when the ladder broke, he fell on top of one of the furniture in that hallway.

"Brock!” You exclaimed when you heard the noise.

You looked up and saw him lying down, he seemed sore.

“You hurt?”

“No, I normally spurt blood from my rib cage. Thanks for asking”.

You bit your lip, you hadn't contemplated that possibility, you carefully swayed and jumped down, you approached it when you saw that it was still lying, for a moment you thought I was joking.

"Let me check you," you asked.

He took his arm off the side, he didn't lie, there were pieces of glass there, and they were probably from the vase that was on top of the furniture.

“Okay…this looks bad”.

"Thank you for reporting it, I hadn't even realized for the pain I feel right now," he replied ironically.

You ignored his comment, carefully removed the pieces you could, you broke your shirt a little to try to stop the bleeding.

"I'm going to ask for us to be extracted, it's dangerous for us to go out like this.”

"We can go, I'm fine.”

"Brock, you're bleeding bad, if we leave you'll pass out or you won't even be able to walk through the pain.”

He sighed frustrated, he could not tell if the mission had been successful or not, the worst, he felt like a fool in front of you because of the senseless accident he had just had.

In the hospital he was healed by wounds, after a while they let you in to see him.

"I think it'll be marked," he complained.

"Vain, but you'll look tougher," you said, laughing.

"So Saturday's date still stands?”

"It depends on the directions the doctor gives you.

"No exercise of any kind for a month...”

"To the cinema and dinner will be our date," you said.

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sablelab · 5 years ago

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Covert Operations - Chapter 86

DISCLAIMER: This is a modern AU crossover story with Outlander and La Femme Nikita. LFN and its characters do not belong to me nor do those from Outlander.

THANK YOU all so much for reading my story after my 5-week hiatus. I was thrilled to know that you were waiting for its return and I really appreciated your kind messages to me. Your feedback about the chapter raised some questions that will be answered in forthcoming chapters. Thank you so much.

SYNOPSIS: James Fraser tracks down William Ransom to a secret location in the woods. He also finds his accomplice Steven Bonnet there and wrecks some havoc on the two university students. Steven Bonnet is recalcitrant, but with Jamie’s frightening methods and intimidating persuasion, he finds out where his Claire can be found.

Previous chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

N.B. This chapter contains some violence

CHAPTER 86 (V)

Hurriedly leaving the University grounds, Jamie steered the SUV back onto Route 1 and headed towards Lion Rock Tunnel for the new address the university supervisor had given him was located in the New Territories. The address was for a cabin situated in the woods which belonged to the family of his friend Steven Bonnet; therefore, it was probable that this man was the accomplice in Claire's kidnapping. Clearly William Ransom and this Steven Bonnet had decided to lay low away from Hong Kong in the scenic hillsides and forestry plantations of Lion Rock Country Park in the Mong Fu Shek area. It was much easier for two men to disappear in this wooded, isolated area for a while rather than in the city itself where it was possible someone would know of their movements. Jamie knew that if both men were at the location then he would have a good chance of getting the Intel he needed as to Claire’s whereabouts.

Driving through the forested area he continued on for some miles until coming to an intersection which looked like two logging roads. He stopped and checked his map as to the most probable road to take where a cabin may be located, before turning the SUV down the dirt road that led towards a river. As luck would have it, it was the right decision. When he saw a cabin in the distance, Jamie killed the engine and cruised along the winding track before parking the car a discreet distance away from the cabin under the cover of foliage. Soundlessly, he got out of the vehicle so as not to alert anyone of his presence, then made his way nearer to the cabin. Hiding in the bushes, he observed the surrounding perimeter looking for any sign of life and in particular the two men who he was looking for.

Creeping closer he could see that the cabin was indeed occupied, as smoke was filtering from the chimney. There was also a 4-wheel drive parked out the front and music was blaring from a stereo system that was at odds with the tranquillity of the locale. On high alert in case someone appeared, Jamie carefully looked around checking for anomalies but the perimeter was clear. There was no sign that William Ransom was anywhere else but inside the house. However, just as he was about to creep even further closer to the cabin, he heard the sound of a car engine. Immediately he stepped back under the cover of the undergrowth while he surveyed the area yet again particularly the route of the sound. Suddenly from the opposite direction, an all-terrain vehicle appeared at one end of another road leading to the cabin. The driver had his foot to the floor, skylarking and doing burnouts along the track. As the person driving neared the cabin, the tyres skidded in the dirt when the jeep came to a sudden halt stopping in a cloud of dust.

Jamie watched to see what would happen next.

A young man got out of the vehicle calling to the occupant of the cabin as he ran up the stairs yelling to be heard over the music. "Hey Will ... You in there?" When there was no immediate answer, he called out again, this time pounding on the door to make himself heard. "Ransom! Open up ... it's me!"

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The music died down and another man, obviously William Ransom, came to the door, opened it and stepped outside. Jamie had a good view of the two assailants as they stood on the porch talking. He observed their interactions and body language to see if there were any weakness he could exploit. "Hey man ... how come you're so late?” William asked with some concern in his greeting. “Did you get all the supplies we need?" "Yeah ... I've got enough to last us a couple of weeks." "That's good ... Did you remember my cigarettes?"

"Yeah ... here you go," Steven Bonnet replied tossing the packet to his friend.

William Ransom took one out of the packet and lit up, inhaled deeply as if savouring an elixir then tensely exhaled the smoke into the air. He took a few quick puffs before throwing the lit cigarette onto the ground and crushing it with the sole of his foot. It appeared to Jamie that he was a little nervous and knew that this lad was vulnerable and uneasy. The question was why? Was he afraid of his friend or was it some other deep-seated factor? Like what role did he play in Claire’s kidnapping? Jamie was interested to hear more of their interactions, hoping that it could reveal more information as to who else may be involved in Claire’s disappearance other than these two males. "Anything happen while I was away?" Steven asked as his buddy followed him to his car to collect the supplies. "Wang Yu called," William stated matter-of-factually as he began to unload the supplies from the jeep. Steven stopped what he was doing and looked at his friend with a perplexed look on his face. "Oh?" "He wants you to call him ASAP." “I wonder what he wants?” Steven Bonnet speculated as he flipped open his cell phone and dialled his number. As he waited for a connection, he turned to his buddy asking, "Did he say anything to you?" "No." Loaded up with supplies William Ransom went back into the house while Bonnet waited for Wang Yu to answer his call signalling that he'd be back for more goods once he'd put these away. Finally, a connection was made and he replied to the caller, "Hello ..." "Ah, Steven ... I have a question of you." Wang Yu stated without preamble. "Sure ... fire away," was his cocky answer. "Tell me ... the gun you had in your possession. Was it yours?" "Well ... I had two guns... which one are you referring to?" "The revolver with the distinctive markings on it." "Oh ... that one." "Yes ... Where did you get it from?" "I picked it up when that broad dropped it at the apartment block." "So, it's hers then?"

"Yep ... why?"

"That's not important, but thank you for the information,” he stated cutting off any further discussion as to why he required this info. Then to stop Bonnet from any other questions put forward a proposition to him. “Now I also have a favour to ask of you." Steven’s ears pricked up at this request. He looked around to see if William was returning and when he failed to see his friend replied, "Really? ... Just me?" "Yes ... after your performance with our prisoner ... I think you are the right person for this job." With an inflated sense of importance that he’d been singled out, Steven Bonnet replied. "Thank you ... what do you want me to do Mr Yu?" "Someone has been making inquiries about the Rising Dragons in New Kowloon and on Hong Kong Island. I need you to take care of them. I need you to intimidate them by any means necessary … but the end result will be their elimination. Can you do that?" "Of course, ... I'm your man ... I'm listening ...." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

William Ransom returned just as Steven was disconnecting the call. Bonnet had an enigmatic smirk on his face and William looked at his partner wanting to know what Wang Yu had wanted. When Steven gave nothing away with his gaze, he asked, "Has there been a last-minute change of plans?" "No ... he wanted to know about the woman's gun,” then reluctantly added, “… and he offered me another job." "What job?" "A hit in New Kowloon or one on Hong Kong Island." "And what did you say?" He asked wary of what Steven Bonnet had got them into again after the success of the kidnapping of Claire Beauchamp. "I said I'd take the one in New Kowloon." "Why?" "Because it pays more and is consistent with our cover story and besides it's close by." "Ah, I see ... Did he say anything about me?" "No ... I think he sensed that you were lacking in ruthlessness for a hit." William was relieved to hear that it was only Steven that was required to do this job for the Rising Dragons and breathed a sigh of relief. Kidnapping Claire Beauchamp had affected him more that he realised. "He's right ... I don't think I'm cut out for this ... not like you Steven." "Why not?" "It didn't seem right kidnapping that woman ... and then when I shot her ... that was a mistake." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

From his concealed vantage point, James Fraser heard every word of their conversation and his ears pricked up when he heard Ransom say this. He was immediately shaken to the core and enraged beyond belief at this piece of information. It was inconceivable to think that his Claire had been the victim of a shooting on top of having been kidnapped. Jamie closed his eyes as the despair of the worst-case scenario coursed through his mind.

No! His Claire had been shot! ... Was she already dead?

These thoughts were followed by the feelings of revenge and vengeance towards her perpetrator and he vowed that he would kill William Ransom with his bare hands.

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However, just as he was about to move forward, William added, "Thank goodness it was only a flesh wound."

"She'll be fine ... anyway it's not our worry ... we did our job and were told to lay low and that's what we're doing." Steven Bonnet answered dismissively.

"Yeah, but I can't help thinking about what we did ... what you did." Steven looked at William perplexed as to what he was alluding to. "What I did?" he asked mystified. In return he side eyed his buddy. "You roughed her up a lot Steven ... that wasn't necessary." "Well it worked didn't it? And now Wang Yu wants me to take care of some business for the triad." "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yeah ... It's not as if we're real members of the Rising Dragons yet." "I beg to differ ... I think this is their way of ensuring that they have us where they want us. Because of the kidnapping and now this hit, we've got ourselves in too deep to get out of the triad now. You know how ruthless they can be and if they think we'll talk, then our lives won't be worth living. I'm a bit concerned actually." "Ah ... It's all in your mind Will ... we're in and that's it ... Think of it as an adventure." "I think it will be our death sentence." He replied with a sense of doom to his voice. Steven Bonnet just laughed at his trepidation. "I'll look after you my friend ... you think too much. It will be fine. No one knows we're here except Wang Yu." "I hope you're right," William answered forlornly. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jamie continued to listen to their conversation and the more he heard the more his anger intensified. Ransom’s partner, Steven Bonnet appeared to be more ruthless, gung-ho and callus of the two, and he too would suffer retaliation for what he had done to his Sassenach. Both men would feel the full force of Section One’s cold-blooded killer’s wrath for touching just one single hair on Claire’s head. At first the two men seemed to be polar opposites and Jamie was convinced that Ransom was the weaker of the two, but perhaps he’d been wrong in his assessment of the young man. Perhaps this William Ransom had some remorse after all for what he’d done.

However, there was one thing Jamie was certain of. Ransom and Bonnet’s words would come back to haunt them once they knew who they were up against. If William was worried about the triad then he had nothing to fear but once he met James Fraser his nightmares would only just be beginning. As for Bonnet thinking this was an adventure, he would rue the day he made that mistake, for he would show no mercy to either man for what they had done.

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Suddenly Steven stopped talking and twisted his head around when he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. Spooked, he quickly turned in the direction of the noise and fired his gun ... scaring a flock of birds into the air.

"What was that?" William asked with a tremor in his voice. "Nothing ... Just some birds. Your words were making me paranoid. I thought I heard something." "I guess we're both a little jumpy." Picking up a carton of beer from the back seat of the jeep, Steven placed his arm around his friend’s shoulder. "Come on Ransom let's go and have a beer to celebrate our initiation into the Rising Dragons and toast our success in the kidnapping." "Okay," he replied feeling better after hearing his confident reply. "We're going to have a long stay in the woods because we like the isolation hey Will?"

"Yeah ... we do," he laughed in reply as they both headed inside the cabin to crack open a couple of beers.

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The two young men walked away oblivious to the real danger that lay in wait just meters away.

Jamie had heard enough. It was time for reprisal for these two assailants and in particular Steven Bonnet who had dared to roughen up and manhandle his Claire. William Ransom too had injured her and for that he also would pay. Any man who laid a finger on his Sassenach would be the recipient of his wrath and these two men would both wish they were dead for hurting Claire.

Their worst nightmare awaited them. An adversary like no other watched and waited until Steven Bonnet and William Ransom had entered the cabin before he made his move.

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Returning to the SUV, James Fraser opened the bag that Walter had given him. Inside there was a mini compact missile made to make an impact but not too high on the destruction level. The missile would detonate but cause minimal damage but enough to force the two men out into the open when caught unawares. Jamie quickly took it out,

set up the small projectile on a launcher, aimed it at the cabin and readied it for launch. Keying in a sequence of numbers, the missile automatically lit up and finally burst free on its trajectory. Once the rocket was launched, Jamie watched it silently advance through the trees to its target.

The sound of an explosion as the projectile detonated reverberated in the stillness while the sound of shocked voices could be heard coming from inside the cabin.

Scrutinizing the area, Jamie leaned against a tree as he took cover with his gun at the ready, watching for the two kidnappers to come out of the cabin. As he waited, he studied the area while his Section instincts alerted him to a possible problem. Everything seemed a little too quiet. The voices inside the cabin had ceased and William Ransom and Steven Bonnet had not yet emerged. However, the cabin door eventually flew open and they soon came rushing out onto the porch in a state of shock but still brandishing weapons at the ready. As they appeared Jamie aimed his gun, firing a shot over their heads. The two men ran from the cabin and ducked behind the cover of William's 4-wheel drive hiding behind the vehicle to get out of the open where they were vulnerable from an unknown foe. Bonnet took aim too firing his pistol in the direction of the gunfire. However, there was no sign of Jamie as he had moved to another position where he watched as the two young men came to grips with the fact that they were not alone. William Ransom began to panic and made to get up to run into the woods but Steven grasped him by his jumper and held him back. Grabbing him, he placed a hand over the terrified man's mouth, quieting him. "Shhh. Will ... listen to me. We don't have very much time. I'm going to need your help. We need to get out of here." Realizing that Steven was trying to help him overcome his fear, he immediately calmed down. "But how?" he answered nervously looking around for the assassin. "We'll make a dash for my jeep and make our getaway." He pointed to where he had parked his vehicle a short dash away from the safety of the car they were crouching behind. "Are you sure that will work? What if he fires again?" "You go first then and I'll cover you ... Start up the jeep and I'll catch up. Okay?" "O-kay," he worriedly replied. Jamie quietly observed everything that was happening, then slipped out of sight to a better vantage point firing another round of bullets towards the two men. He watched as one man, then the other ran in the direction of the other vehicle. He moved into position letting both men get in the vehicle as William Ransom revved up the motor and backed the jeep back onto the dirt road. However, just as they were about to speed off down the road, they saw a man dressed in black step out on to the track ahead of them. William immediately accelerated hard and tried to run him down, but before he could hit him, Jamie shot out the front left tyre. The jeep careened off the road as the driver lost control and tried to steady the jeep without success before it crashed into a tree. The impact stalled the car and the jeep was now firmly lodged against the tree trunk. Panicking, William tried to restart the engine, but it wouldn't turn over. Steam began to pour out of the broken radiator under the bonnet. He revved the engine but merely flooded the carburettor while the tyres spun above the ground. Calmly closing in on the crashed vehicle, James Fraser aimed his gun at the two of them. "Get out of the car!" He ordered in an ominous tone. Steven Bonnet and William Ransom both looked at the menacing man who had a weapon pointed at them and nervously got out of the jeep. Jamie immediately aimed his gun again but as Steven moved over closer to William's side, he suddenly grabbed him as a hostage holding his gun up to his head. With the jeep to protect his back and using his friend as a human shield he threatened, "Drop the gun! ... Drop it! ... Drop it, man! I'll kill him ... if you don't let me go." "Kill him. I dinna bargain," was the steely reply. Taken a back Steven asked, "Who are you?" Jamie fired a shot over his head before Bonnet knew what was happening with his ominous words, "Yer worst nightmare." This action caught him unawares. They both ducked. Frightened, William thought that if Steven became irrational and fired back, he could be in the firing line. They stood at an impasse for a minute. Scrutinizing the man in black, Bonnet soon realised he could not underestimate him. The man had fired a rocket launcher at the cabin which had narrowly missed the two of them before detonating. More than likely he had other weapons too. Weighing up his options he finally held his gun out with his fingers and dropped it on the ground realizing the only way to kill this mystery man would endanger his friend.

William Ransom closed his eyes in relief.

With his gun still drawn, Jamie approached the two men and placed his gun to Steven Bonnet's head. "Yer going to tell me where Claire Beauchamp is."

"Who?" He replied foxing in his reply. "The woman ye kidnapped ... the one ye roughed up. Where is she?" "Don't know ... don't care."

"There are ways to make ye talk." At that, the gun was moved from Steven's head. Cold, emotionless, blue eyes looked him in the eye as James Fraser proceeded to calmly shoot him in the foot.

A large gasp erupted from Bonnet’s lips as the unexpected bullet pierced his foot. He flinched in pain but he answered Jamie with bravado. "I haven't seen her for a while."

"Well then, neither have I. That's ... the problem."

James Fraser was menacing in his perusal of the target who watched his assailant still recoiling in the pain of the first bullet. This man was far too hard to read and Steven was flummoxed as to what he might do next. With steely eyes and gritted teeth, he watched as this menacing man calculatingly moved the gun and took aim at his knee.

Toying with him like a cat with a mouse, Jamie announced, "Now ... I can work my way up until ye feel that ye wish to cooperate with me."

Steven Bonnet’s eyes widened in dread at his words before he closed them expecting one more bullet to his knee. Another shot rang out. He grabbed his knee but Jamie had merely taunted with him this time. Bending over in pain, he intonated, "Go to hell!"

Ignoring his retort, Jamie nonchalantly did shoot him in the knee before turning to look at William Ransom, giving him an intimidating look.

"Ye shot Claire ... Where is she?"

Realising that this imposing man was extremely threatening he swallowed before answering his words rushing out in bumbled urgency, "It ... it was an accident man ... I didn't mean to do it."

Without warning Jamie took retribution. Unsympathetically and with a cold look in his eye, he shot William in the leg. He screamed loudly and crouched down clutching at his leg which was bleeding profusely while cowering in fright. Coming up to stand over the two quivering men Jamie stated menacingly. "I can do this two ways ... kill ye first or kill ye later ... Either way ye'll be dead. I will find out ... now where is Claire Beauchamp being held?" "Steven, just tell him what he wants to know." William pleaded with him as the pain intensified where the bullet had lodged in his flesh. "Why should I?" Was his belligerent reply. Realising that his friend was not going to reveal the information this man wanted, he would instead if it would save his life. "She's ..." Even though Jamie still had his gun trained on him, Steven Bonnet censured his friend. "Shut up William ... he's only messing with our minds." Then, with bravado he turned to Jamie, "Like we care about any of this." "I'm sorry, are ye bored?" he replied disdainfully, the cold chill of his voice piercing through their brain with intent. Yet Bonnet refused to cower in the face of adversary and stood his ground. "Yeah. We've already told you we don't know anything." Suddenly Jamie's hand whipped out and he snapped him in the throat. Caught off guard Steven doubled over gasping and choking on his own bile. His throat was constricted and the pain was horrendous. Struggling for breath, he could barely breathe as he tried to gasp air back into his lungs.

"When yer ready … I'm waiting." Showing defiance in the face of adversity Steven merely stared at the mystery man refusing to give one iota, and then laughing replied flippantly, "Hey I remember now ... they took her to Hong Kong Disneyland." Jamie walked over to him. Steven Bonnet's eyes followed every move he made and watched as he chambered another bullet into his gun. Wondering if his time was up, he briefly closed his eyes. The mystery man's recent actions had given him no idea which way he would go. Jamie aimed the gun at him. "Now listen carefully. The choice is yours whether ye live or die." Trying to negotiate his way out of this sticky situation he was patronizing in his reply. "Oooh ... I'm afraid. If you kill us there will be no one to tell you where your woman is. Allow us to leave and I'll promise you that no harm will come to her. It's in your hands." James Fraser saw the supercilious smirk cross over the man's face as Bonnet raised his head to defiantly look at him. He was a typical recruit for the Rising Dragons … arrogant, proud, belligerent and not afraid to die. Catching a deft movement by the man Jamie caught a glimpse of a small gun Steven had secretively removed from a concealed place on his body. He pointed the gun at this menacing man in black ... but he was not quick enough in taking aim for before he could gain leverage Jamie shot him in self-defence. William Ransom watched in fear as the body of his friend slumped down onto the ground as the cold assassin stood his ground. "I want the location of Claire Beauchamp ... and I want it now." Petrified that he would meet the same demise as his friend, William was shaking in his boots and decided the best course of action was to tell all that he knew.

"Yes … yes … I'll tell you everything I know."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued

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Pianist-LMD

Where Midam thinks that playing at weddings is boring and annoying, until he went to THAT wedding.

Requested by anon: Can you write a Midam fluff?

↳ Here it is! I hope you like it ksks.

Words: 3k

Genre: crack + fluff

Warnings: Surrealistic, like, wtf. I don’t know how to feel about this??? But I hope y’all enjoy it anyways! Also support Midam on produce x 101, let’s get it!

Feedback is very appreciated!

Midam hates weddings. Getting married is a bit stupid if you ask him, the ceremony was always like in the movies: very cringe-worthy, and, on top of that, it’s a waste of money.

But, somehow, he’s thankful that people want to spend such a big amount of money. If it weren’t like that, he wouldn’t have half of the money he has now. So, every time Raesung, who is his most outgoing friend, tells him he has a wedding to attend and that he has suggested Midam as the piano man, he prepares the typical wedding song, wears his best suits and puts on the biggest fake smile on his face.

All that in order to have enough money to survive college life.

That time it wasn’t different. He had played a few songs to entertain the guests while the soon-to-be married couple were getting ready to walk down the aisle. It was as tedious as always.

The broom was already waiting for the bride when things got interesting.

“The bride is gone!” Somebody shouted.

Midam immediately looked at the owner of the voice, one of the bride’s friends, then at Raesung, who looked as confused as him.

“What are you doing? Look for her!” An old man shouted.

After that, everything became a mess. She was nowhere to be seen, she wasn’t picking up her phone calls either. The broom was crying on his friend’s shoulder.

Somewhere between that mess, Raesung approached Midam.

“You can go, friend, I’ll go to look for her. If she doesn’t pick up my calls, then this isn’t just a joke.” He seemed worried. Midam nodded in understanding and told his friend to call him if everything got better.

He was inside of his car when it happened. He heard the back door of his vehicle being opened and closed. Somebody had got in.

"Come on pianist!" A feminine voice shouted behind him. "We don't have much time, start the car!"

Pressure and fear spread through Midam's body. There could be a murderer on the back seat and he still would have started the car.

"Why did you get in my car?" He shouted, losing his temper as he drove messily.

"I don't know it was the first one I saw." He turned around to see who could have been so desperate to do that. He was astonished.

"Are you crazy? People were looking for you!" He shouted.

"I know! I also know this is stressful, but could you please drive correctly so that we won't die today!" The girl in the white, expensive dress shouted back.

He did as ordered and drove without looking back, ignoring the buzz of his phone, that was sounding more than usual. He stopped at a waste ground far enough from the cottage where the wedding was being held and got out of the car.

"Thank god! I thought I was going to die!"

"You really think it's time to joke?" Midam had ever been so angry. "You've just escaped from your own wedding inside of a stranger's car for fu-"

He stopped when he took a look at his phone. Raesung had called him twenty times in the last half hour and he had a few messages from him as well.

Raesung (6)

"PLEASE don't tell me you scaped with the bride."

"How long have you been dating her Midam for the love of God."

"She was supposed to get married today!"

"She👏was👏supposed👏to👏be👏a👏 married👏girl👏"

"When did you even had the chance to meet her?"

"Please tell me this is a joke."

Midam's head was about to explode.

"This is fantastic." He whispered as he massaged his temple.

"What's wrong?" You decided to ask, afraid of the boy's answer.

"Did anyone see you getting into my car?" He asked, slowly.

"Could be?" You answered.

"Well, now they think you were cheating on the broom with me, and that we escaped together to live our happy love story, what do you think about that?"

You stayed mute.

"I'm so sorry pianist." You finally said. "I had to get away from there somehow, it was driving me crazy."

Midam calmed himself down and looked at you.

"I understand that a wedding is a lot of pressure and stuff bu-"

"It is. Overall when you don't want to get married." You sighed and sat on the floor.

"Why don't you want to get married? Isn't a wedding like, something marvellous?" He followed your example and took a seat by your side.

"Do you think I have the age to get married?" He looked at your face and analysed it.

Actually, you couldn't be much older than him, so he supposed that you were a college student like him. Your hair style and clothes made you look older when your face wasn't like an adult's at all.

"I was getting married only because of my parents." You explained, shortly. "If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn't have gone so far, I would be studying, working, having fun with my friends, not getting married!"

"Did they force you?" He asked, touched by your words.

"No, not at all. But both of us come from wealthy families, so when I showed the tiniest interest in him, they got excited and planned our future. Turns out that he's an ass, the worst creature on earth, a filthy anim-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." He sighed for the fifth time and looked at you. He then understood that it wasn't easy for you." Okay, we have three options: the first one, go back and pretend it was a joke, then you marry that dude and all that jazz. The second one, stay here until everything is fixed. I don't like this option because we are in the middle of nowhere, but they can still find us if they begin to drive. I don't want Raesung to find me-"

"Isn't he like, shorted than you? And younger?" You asked.

"Perfume, as well as poison, comes in small quantities." You snorted and he smiled a little, wondering why is he suddenly so confident." And then the third one, drive back to Seoul before it gets too dark. I like this one. I'll leave you wherever you live, then I'll go to my house and wait for Raesung there. Luckily he'll let me explain before he beats me up."

"Third one it is then." You got into the car and Midam drove again back to his city, so he could finally forget about that surrealistic mess.

"By the way, did you just call Raesung poison?"

"I may or may not have done that. But if he ever asks, I called him perfume too."

Another thing to add to Midam’s “I hate weddings" list is that they are always held far away from where he lives, but nobody pays for his gas. Still, he had always been very careful about that.

But there’s always a first time for anything, right?

“Okay, google maps says that there’s a motel nearby. We go there, we stay the night so we make time and people won’t find us. Then we leave when the car has enough gas and we forget that all of this has happened, deal?" You said while pushing the back of the car to make it move.

"I don't get paid enough for this." Midam whispers to himself.

"I promise I will. I‘ll double the quantity if you want.”

Midam snorted.

“Can you afford that?”

“I was supposed to get married, of course I can.”

He laughed and kept pushing the car. Seoul was still far, his car had no gas and it was getting dark, there was no other choice. He was about to lose his mind, yet you remain unbothered.

Ever since you got in the car, your facial expression hadn’t changed, he supposed you were happy about running away from that hell, but still you looked way too calmed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked you, carefully.

“Sure, shoot.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” He didn’t know why he asked, he wasn’t the type to get into someone else‘s business, he always respected everyone’s privacy.

You stoped pushing the car for a second, but you didn’t dare to look at him.

“The motel can’t be that far away, let’s hurry up, I want to sleep.” And from there you made your way silently.

When you finally got to the motel, Midam felt relieved for the first time that day.

“Okay, go inside, I’ll sleep in the car.” He announced.

“What? Why?”

“I have no money to pay for a room, so I’ll sleep here.” He explained shortly.

“Don’t be silly, I can only pay for a room, but we’ll tell them to separate the bed. It’s still cold at night and you would sleep uncomfortably. All of this is my fault, I can’t allow it” You sounded so convinced that he thought he had no choice.

To Midam's surprise, the receptionist acceded to give you a room with separated beds.

"Hello sir, we would like a room for two." You told the receptionist.

"Understood, miss, we'll give the married couple the best of our rooms." The receptionist said with a smile on his face.

"Actually." You interrupted him. "We would like a room with separated beds, is that possible?"

The old man widened his eyes and nodded slowly.

"Wh-whatever the lovely couple want."

None of you decided to correct him.

"Did you see his face?" You laughed when you got into the room. "He was so shocked."

"Well, we do look like a married couple, why would we want separated beds?"

You nodded in agreement, but still kept laughing at the poor man's face.

"Well, I think I'm going to sleep right away." Midam announced.

"So do I, I'm so tired." You added too.

None of you changed the clothes, it had been an exhausting day.

You turned off the little lamp that was the only thing lighting up the room and closed your eyes. Midam did the same thing.

He couldn’t fall asleep so he wrote some messages to Raesung explaining the situation and telling him not to worry. He talked to him for at least an hour when he finally decided to sleep. Then he heard it. Soft, low sobs were coming from the bed right beside his.

"Miss, are you crying?" He asked carefully, without thinking too much if it was his business or not. He actually thought you had been asleep for two hours.

You answered with a loud sob this time.

"My parents are going to disown me after this, I've ruined their lifes." You muted.

"Don't say that, miss, I'm sure they're worried about you." He comforted you.

"I'm so afraid."

You don't know when you stopped crying and fell asleep, but you do remember that pianist's arms hugging you when you needed it the most.

The following day was very quiet, the radio was the only thing to fill in the silence. Seoul, on the other hand, was as loud as always. Midam asked you for your direction and left you right at your front door.

"Thank you, pianist."

"You're welcome, miss. Good luck from now on."

When you got into your house, it hit you.

You hadn't asked for his name.

Luckily for you, and for Midam too, that wasn't the last time you saw each other.

"May I know why Y/n has given me money to give you?" Raesung asks Midam when he comes into their shared flat.

"Y/n?"

"You know, your couple." Midam then remembered that was your name.

"For the love of god Rae, she's not my couple, she just owed me money ever since that happened."

"Ever since what happened?" Yedam asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Oh, you're here too." Midam comments. "What about school?"

"It was cancelled for some reason." Raesung answers

"Hyungs, today is a national holiday, I don't have to go to school."

"So I don't have to go to work either?" Raesung happily asks Midam.

"You do, don't be lazy."

"Okay, okay." He surrenders. "Anyways, take this."

Midam takes the money and places it in his pocket. He writes a note inside his head to thank you afterwards, maybe he can go to the café where you work this afternoon.

After what happened, you lost all contact with him, until he decided to meet his college friends inside a cafeteria near his university. Then he saw you. Apparently your parents were mad at you, but because you ran away instead of telling them the truth. As a punishment, you had to work there until you earned enough money to pay half of the wedding, and that seemed fair enough to you. Midam, on the other hand, had left his job as a pianist due to the lack of events to play at, and was working then as a pizza delivery boy.

He would never admit it after what had happened between the two of you, but he was glad to find you.

"Hi, miss." He greets, holding his bag and a lot of books in his arms.

"I already told you my name, pianist." You answer. "Do you need help with that, Midam?"

"Don't worry, y/n, I'm fine." He smiles. "I know you told me your name, but I always call you miss so I somehow forget about it."

"Start calling me y/n, then." You say, playfully. "Do you want the same thing as always?"

"I've come here like three times, what do you mean as always?"

"You always order the same thing. Am I wrong?"

He laughs it off and so do you. Midam feels his heart skipping a beat every time that happens. He wonders why he acts like that with you, after all, he hasn't known you for so long, yet he always has the need to catch your attention.

"Here you have." You give him his cup of coffee and a cookie.

"By the way, miss, thank you for the money, but I think you need it more than I do." He hands you back the envelope. "I can wait, just give it to me when you have payed the wedding, okay?"

"Please, keep it, I'd feel bad if I don't pay you after all you helped me."

"No problem. I mean it was surrealistic but now that I think of it I laugh at us a lot."

"So do I." After that you don't know what else to say, but it feels so good to talk to him that you don't want to cut the conversation just now.

Unluckily, a group of friends come into the café and you have to say goodbye.

Midam feels his phone beeps so he picks it up.

"Hyung, you're whipped." Raesung's voice greet him.

"What are you talking about Rae?"

"You and y/n are whipped for each other, but right now you look even desperate."

"Wh-where are you?" He asks, a little annoyed that he has been discovered.

"I'm right behind you."

Midam turns around and, effectively, there he is, looking through the glass.

“Dude, you’re creepy.“

"Hyung, you're whipped." Raesung repeats slowly this time. Midam is confused.

"I've seen her like-"

"You saved her from getting married at a young age, spent the night with her even though you are the shyest person ever, then visit her where she works and look at her as if she was an angel. That's whipped culture."

"Whipped culture?"

"Hm, how can I say this so you can understand it? Well, you like her."

Raesung hangs up and makes Midam a sign to turn around. He does as commanded, and he sees you leaving the counter.

"I have to go, my father needs my help to do something." You announce.

"Is everything okay?"

"It is! Don't worry Midam." Once again, his heart skips a beat.

Does he like you?

"I'll go now, okay? I have to take the bus and I don't want to miss it."

Suddenly, somehow, he hears Raesung's voice inside his head shouting "Don't be a coward! You like her stupid!"

"I- I can t-take you if y-you want to." Again, Raesung's voice says "Don't stutter!"

"Oh, I don't want to entertain you, don't worry pianist."

"I don't mind, I have nothing to do." In fact, he has to clean his room and study for an exam he has the next week, but he wouldn’t mind spending some time with you.

That's when he understands what Raesung meant by whipped.

He may like you, but just a little.

On your way to your house you talk about a lot of things, and then he makes some comments, you laugh at some situations and listen to the radio and sing along. Then, he stops at your front door.

"Thank you, pianist, once again."

"You're welcome, miss." "Coward!" Raesung, as the voice of his conscience, shouts again. "It's now or never!"

"Midam, do you do something tomorrow?" You ask.

"I have to study, why?" He answers, taken aback. He was about to ask you that.

"Ah, well, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me, to talk about more stuff, you know. But if you're busy that's okay! Don't worry!"

"N-no! I'd love to. Let's have dinner together, okay? I can pick you up from work." He says, all of the sudden, feeling the most nervous he has ever been.

You laugh at his outburst.

"See you tomorrow, then." You say, and turn around.

"Nice recovery, hyung!" This time, Yedam's voice is the one to congratulate him, and he smiles thinking about your "date".

"Damn it Midam, you are whipped." He says, nagging himself in a very loud voice. He immediately looks in your direction to see if you have heard him. You look at him briefly before laughing at his face, covering your blush with your hands.

He hides his head between his arms, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, hyung." Angel yedam's voice console him. "She's a little whipped too."

#midam #lee midam #midam au #lee midam au #silver boys #yg silver boys #silver boys au #yg silver boys au #requested!#anonie #angel yedam + demon raesung in the end lmao

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wheresmaldo865 · 6 years ago

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DabixReader Coraline Au

Well here it is! Finally! I had to watch the beginning of the movie about a billion times over to get the set up correct in what I wanted to put. Don’t worry! Art work will be coming soon! I think I’ll doodle some stuff tonight before bed. Feel free to send in anything specific you wanna see!

IMPORTANT BEFORE PROCEEDING ONWARD. FOR THIS FIC CHARACTERS MUST BE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE. THERE WILL BE NO KIND OF SEXUAL INTERACTIONS. BUT TO PLACE DABI WHERE HE IS WITH HIS SCARS HE IS ALREADY 20 YEARS OF AGE. CORALINE WAS AT LEAST ONLY 12 IN THE ORIGINAL FILMS. THATS NOT THE KIND OF STORY I WANT TO WRITE. IT WOULD ALSO OPEN THE FIC FOR OTHERS ADVENTURES. THANK YOU!

Now that the mini rant it over. I hope I did alright and again. Feel free to comment any criticisms or ideas. I’m open to all of them! Happy reading! And thank you for the already provided feedback!

~Maldo

Word Count: 1,978

Chapter 1: Strangers

The car jolted as it slowed to a rolling stop on the muddy drive way. (Y/N) body rocked forward waking her from much needed nap.

“We’re Heeeeeere!” Hizashi Yamada, Y/N father sung nearly at the top of his lungs, ricocheting the car windows to tremble under his loud and powerful quirk. The sleep quickly depleted from Y/N eyes as her instincts kicked in telling her to run. She quickly kicked opened her car door open sprinted as fast as her numb legs could. Several feet away from the vehicle, safe from any flying glass. Thankfully, the windows came back to a stand still and remained in tacked.

(Y/N) other father, Aziawa grumbled as he stepped out of the driver’s seat of the car. “You break the car windows again, you’re going to pay to get them fixed.” Aziawa warned, slowly wasting not time in making his way up to the house. The long bags under his eyes would tell anyone he just wanted to get the moving part over with and as fast as possible so he could go to sleep.

.Hizashi and (Y/N) looked at each other sheepishly smiling as they recalled the memory of him singing so loudly Aziawa had accidentally slammed into a truck… Neither one of them received any affection from him that night…

The three of them ushered themselves inside and began unloading what was in the car until the mover’s van arrived, almost a whole hour late. Just as Aziawa said it would be.

Y/N) sighed while rubbing the remaining sleep out of her tired eyes. She went out the back door of the house and sat on the porch watching the movers come in and out of the giant house. Bringing with them the mountains of boxes they had packed from their old home.

The whole scene was a saddening experience for (Y/N). She had to move away from her school, friends, and a town she had lived in her whole life. What was familiar to her. The moment Hizashi and Aziawa had told her of the arrangement, she had been slung into a cold pool of loneliness. Something she didn’t know how to deal with, let alone know how to talk to her parents about. She was a bit stubborn to think she was too old to have such feelings.

“Hey munchin!” Hizashi greeted excitedly, even though he had just taken a long road trip, his spirits were still high unlike Aziawa. Who she was sure wanted to crawl into bed and never wake again after today. Though his new teaching job may get in the way of his slumber...

“Hey, Dad.” Came (Y/N) response. She pushed away her negative thoughts for the time being and did her best to crack a smile. Hizashi beside her on the porch. Reaching over and ruffling her hair a bit. She playfully swatted his hands while smiling and laughing at his intentions. Once they gathered themselves again they spoke for a minute. About the things they would have to do and the plans they all had. The interaction made (Y/N) feel a little better. She sensed maybe Hizashi has suspected her struggling with something so new in her life.

Yet, there was still this nagging in the back of her head about the uncertainly. She thought it’s what was making her so nervous. But she would have to think about it later.

“Hey! I have an idea. I heard there was a well around here somewhere. Full all of all kinds of secrets! Why don’t you go scope it out?”

“For villains?” She responded. Her curiosity peeked by his words. The new light in her eyes caused Hizashi to grin wider.

“For villains!” He yelled, the house shaking every so slightly. He quickly covered his mouth while they both looked inside for any sign of Aziawa coming to scold them for being too loud. After a minute had passed Hizashi uncovered his mouth and whispered over to his daughter when the coast was clear. “Better keep it down before he mutes me for a day.”

(Y/N) nodded in agreement. Hizashi gave her a last pat on the head before he headed back inside and shut the door to their new home. She huffed lightly, then stood up and headed out into the large garden gate she has spotted while moving boxes. The site inside made her frown. Everything inside looked dead and had been dead for some time now.

Another low huff escaped her lips as she decided to move on instead of mopping over dead flowers.

(Y/N) eventually found a semi less muddy path leading out into the field near the house. The apple trees were a nice change of pace. They made the world seem less gray. She would have continued admiring it, if the fall of a rock directly in front of her hadn’t startled her senses.

She blinked and starred at it a moment before peering around for someone standing about. There was no one but the yellow grass and naked tree’s around her.

As many horror movies she had seen with her parents, she decided to remain quiet and cautious while she kept walking on the dirt road.

It wasn’t until she heard two hollow steps come from under her that the uneasiness left her mind. She looked down and saw a particular mud patch surrounded by mushrooms and other fungus.

She had to suddenly jump back by several feet when she heard a cat screech as high as it’s lungs could take it. A small dark green fuzzball pouncing into her visions. Her heart raced and pounded against her chest from the fright. Her eyes remained glued to the animal, confirming in her own head a beast hadn’t shown up. Though it seemed the harm had no intention of bringing her harm. Just his own amusement.

(Y/N) had to take several deeps breath before she came back to her senses.

“You scared me to death!” She screamed back at the green cat, watching as it laid itself out, almost as if it was getting ready to defend itself against her. Its big puffy hair bending along with the wind.

She took another deep breath while her eyes never left the cats presence. Its tail happily swayed back and forth, still amused at the situation.

“I don’t suppose you know where the well is? Do you?” She posed. The cat remained silent. His head bowed slightly, and his eyes made a slow-paced blink. She couldn’t help but think he was answering, saying it was under her. Helping confirm her previous speculations. (Y/N) smiled as she looked back down at her muddy feet.

She couldn’t look at it very long when a loud horn caused her to jump. Again! The second her feet landed back on the ground her body whirled around and starred point blank into a spot light. The air around her became unbearably hot and it raised many alarms inside (Y/N) head. She quickly crouched and picked up whatever stick or object next to her.

Right as a shadow loomed over her body, she took all the strength she had along with her quirk and swung as hard she could until she hit something intimidating a skull.

“Ow!” A stranger shouted as they hit the ground harder than (Y/N) had really intended to send them. But in her defense, they had attacked her first.

He took no time in straightening himself back up to a standing position. Even standing a few feet away (Y/N) could tell he was much taller then she. The teasing smile he wore on his face wracked a shiver down her entire body. She didn’t like the way he looked at her with half lidded eyes. Also, the unbearable heat was coming from him, him and his slightly blue radiating hands...

“Let me guess? A water witch? Or maybe a power quirk? Either way, girl can hit…”

(Y/N) brows furrowed into a displeased expression. The scars on his face were a bit difficult to look upon, but it hadn’t been the worst thing she had ever seen. For now, she could look past it until she need to question them further. His dark clothes and bright blue eyes raised another question in her mind…

She took the stick in her hand and threw it, aiming for his head again. However, she became blinded by bright sapphire flames and the stick was no more.

“Try again, girly.” He spoke calmly. Unphased by her actions toward him. She growled becoming slightly annoyed. It would be in her best interest not to try again.

“I don’t like being stalked by Psychos! Or their cats!” (Y/N) proclaimed, her voice echoing through the bare tree limbs. Her reaction gained a smirk from the opposing. He bent down and gently ran his long fingers through the cat’s dark green hair. His smile pulling on the skin around his eyes and mouth. (Y/N) had never seen a condition like it before. She could also see the dark purple tissue on his chest and palms.

“His not really my cat. Kinda ferine ya know? Though, sometimes I give him food. In return he brings me… little dead things.” He stated casually empathizing the use of ‘dead things.’ Not enough to make her run just yet... but the cat had been tailing her before...

“I’m Dabi.” He spoke when she didn’t responed. He stuck a hand out, his eyes edging her on for her to come closer. Daring her to come nearer. (Y/N) could hear her father Aziawa telling her to never shake a stranger’s hand. However, Hizashi had also always taught her to be polite.

She took the few steps to reach his hand and shake it. The contact against his skin made her want to retract her hand away from the dry and bumpy purple texture. She held out till the end. Immediately diving her hand into her pocket to rub against the soft fabric.

“My names (Y/N), (Y/N) Shouta.”

The sound of her last name tripped a mischievous glint in his eyes. Dabi’s brows raised slightly as if his interest had suddenly been peeked.

“Just move in hero? Where from?”

(Y/N) moved away from him again. The way he had asked the question raised another red flag and she decided it would be best to put the well in between them. Couldn’t be too careful around new neighbors...

She bent down and exclaimed it, so she wouldn’t physically show she was intimidated. Either way, it’s what she had come to look at to begin with.

Lifting the lid proved to be difficult. She could only lift it about a foot or so off the ground before she had to let go. Slamming it shut and sputtering mud all over her rain coat.

She heard Dabi hum, amused. Her eyes flickered up to meet his. He still wore the same pleased grin he had since first scaring her. He probably enjoyed watching her struggle. She didn’t want to answer herself to find out.

“Careful girly, they say it’s so deep, if you fell down it, you’d see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day.”

“Oh?” (Y/N) questioned, interested.

He simply nodded and stood up. Ignoring her question. Instead Dabi walked over to the hill where he could see the Pink Palace in full. She waited for him to say something more about his statement, but it seemed it was all he was going to say about the mysterious well.

“I’m surprised she let you move in, my mom, she owns the pink palace. Won’t rent to people with kids.”

(Y/N) scoffed at him. “I’m not a kid. I’m (18/19/20) ((Or older if that suits you)). And what do you mean by that?”

He chuckled and shrugged. Coming back to another act of silence. If all the neighbors were as strange as he was, well. (Y/N) may have a difficult time after all.

In their shared silence and just when she was deciding she would head home. She heard an echo in the trees. A woman calling for someone.

“Touya!”

She saw Dabi’s head flinch and his smile vanished from his face. He didn’t bother to say goodbye or anything for that matter. He was gone before she could think of something to say to him.

What a strange boy…

Before running home herself, (Y/N) wanted to see how deep the well really was. She knew Dabi could only be bluffing, but the idea of his words being true were exciting and could distract her for a moment longer. She scouted out a pebble and dropped it down the hole in the wood. She placed her ear up to it, listening carefully for anything. It wasn’t until a few seconds later she finally heard the distant splashing crawling its way back up the stone walls for her ears to hear.

(Y/N) shivered, unsettled by the sound.

Part 2 is here

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musicalmukebox · 7 years ago

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Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (11)

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AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: swearing, fighting, mentions of anxiety, anxiety attacks, bad overthinking, angst

(LONG) A/N: YES LOVES, I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD AKA COLLEGE LIFE!! First, Youngblood has dropped, alongside my panties and well-being. Second, I missed writing, yet I don’t know how consistent nor the scheduling of posting will go, so stay alert and maybe turn on those notifs!! I kinda had mental block for this one, so I do hope you still enjoy this! By the way, I’ll be using the gif above for the past and remaining chapters for easier distinguishing when I come up in any of the tags you search in. I love you all, especially those who’ve stayed!!

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

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2021, Los Angeles

“Shit, I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be, she’s kind!”

Here you are again, nervous of meeting another set of Luke’s loved ones, or maybe just one person in particular. “But Sierra Deaton is up there, being in the music industry for so long and I’m still starting out ya know.” You say, intimidated by her career so far.

Where were you both exactly? At the balcony of this club in LA, where a Miss Sierra Deaton would be performing her last show of her mini USA tour. Surprisingly, you haven’t met her considering that she is a very close friend of the band, but she is a busy artist after all and you didn’t really mind because you begin to relate. Luke did say she was a kind woman, yet you mind lets your drift into a different direction, letting you get access the worst thoughts possible.

“Babe,” Luke, seated right beside you, puts his hand on top of yours, feeling the nerves shaking in your body. “She’s been there and gets it. Trust me on that, alright?” Giving him a reassuring nod, the lights begin to dimmer and fans from the mosh pit below begin to scream in excitement.

“Woo, let’s go!” Ashton from behind your seat cheers, followed a giddy Michael. “Fucking start already!” He joked, in which Crystal reacted by hiding her face with her hand and looking down as everyone around you were laughing, even you too. Some fans from the pit noticed that voice, and were going nuts to find you guys up there. But it was short-lived when the first notes of Don’t Hurt played, shifting their attention to the stage, wherein low and behold, there she was. A mic on one hand and smiling wide.

“LA, make some noise!”

Swaying her hips along to music before opening up, she harmonized well with the backup singers. You were singing along, enjoying the lively vibe in the room. When she lit the room more with a smile.

“Luke’s right, self. No need to worry.”

“Ah, boys!!” You entered Sierra’s dressing room along with the others to see her unwinding in the couch with some wine. Getting up, she patiently gives her hellos and hugs to everyone, leaving you last. Upon your turn, she gasps lightly in awe.

“Finally, we’ve met, Miss (Y/N)!” She wraps her arms around you for a hug, which was a reassuring surprise. She was a lot shorter than you, you noticed. “Luke has told me so many great things about you.”

“Oh, he has?” You glanced at the blondie by your side, blushing. “I might’ve gotten carried away too.”

“You got him so whipped, hun.” She teased, making Luke fake a pout before he laughs along.

“I guess so? Also, it’s nice to finally meet you as well, Sierra.” You say, sounding as if you were questionable as you replied. “You performed so well awhile ago!” You praised, making her chuckle.

“Thank you very much! And to celebrate,” She takes hold of the wine bottle alongside some spare glasses by the table beside her. “Want some sangria?”

It took a simple nod then a loud “Cheers!” with everyone else there to release your nerves out. At some point, you lost count of how much glasses of Sangria you’ve drank and got a bit buzzed. Eleanor was telling a story about how she and Calum had a mini vibrator war during the recent MTV awards.

“Wait, what the fuck?!” Crystal belt out, laughing. “Was that why you squirmed a lot when you were seated with me?” Eleanor only blushing, nodding.

“I’m not surprised honestly.” Ashton added on.

“So that’s why Calum had a hard-on during our acceptance speech!” Luke says in realization, shaking his head at a red Calum, suffering from embarrassment. “I’m sorry I can’t really help what happens down there!”

“Kinky shits!” You ratted out, chugging those remaining contents of your glass. This led to a flushing feeling down there, urging you to let it out.

“Excuse me, guys,” You stood from the couch, grabbing your phone with a little wobble. “I must urinate.”

“Wow, so formal.” Brianna joked.

“She acts that way when she’s drunk.” Luke exposed, making you slap his shoulder slightly. “Hey!” He fake winced, giving a little pout.

“Don’t shade me like that!” Brushing your hair to the back flamboyantly, you quickly leave the room, pacing in search of a restroom. “Ah here!” You breathe with relief as you turned to the right and pulled the door open.

Let’s not go into detail on your session in the stall. But it was relieving and you were ready to drink a few more. After all, Luke is the designated driver tonight. Sliding your stall door open, your eyes gleamed at surprise at the sight of Sierra, arms crossed as she leaned behind the marbled cement where the faucets were located. Her facial expression was hard to decipher, yet you maintained respectful.

“Oh hey, Sierra.” You greeted instantly, trying to hide your sudden redness of cheeks.

“Oh cut off the crap, yeah?” She hissed, walking towards yourself as you begin to walk back. When you stopped at your tracks by the wall, she pointed her finger at you. “How much is he paying you?”

You were dumbfounded at this girl’s harshness. “Excuse me, but nothing!” You pushed her back, controlling your anger and non-sobriety. “What’s your problem? Luke told me you’re a kind girl.”

She laughed at the comment, stepping closer to you once more, like what the fuck? “Oh love, I am. It’s just that,” She was eyeing you up and down in utter disgust. “The past girls Luke’s been with were always PR stunts. Luke never fell in love with any of them, except his ex Arzaylea and she hurt him. Badly.��

“How the hell would you compare me to her? You just met me!”

“If there’s something I’m good at, it’s reading people, and you, Miss (Y/N), are an attention-seeking slut who wants to rank up high in the acting industry!” She shouted in anger.

“Keep that fucking anger in you quiet unless you want someone to catch us!” You motioned your hands downward, signaling her to keep her voice down. Rolling her eyes, she spoke up again, but quietly.

“You don’t deserve him.” At her tone and shaking of her head, her mood is easily interpreted.

“And you do? Hun, jealousy is not a good look on you.” Your confidence rose up, being down to get closer to her. “If he wanted you, you both would have been together and I’m still hustling at a successful career, which is something I’m aiming for.” Inhaling deeply, “He chose me, not you. Why bother, yeah?” Fluttering your lashes in innocence, you swerved against her, pulling the door open. “This isn’t over, (Y/N). The tables will turn, and I didn’t want you to watch my show! I was trying to avoid you!” She threatened.

“Well sorry Sierra, but Luke brought me along. That’s already a sign of failure, but thanks for trying!” You sassed, banging the door closed. This buzzed state of yours always brings the confidence you lack, and you were hella aware of your worth, not taking shit from anyone.

Yes, you were right earlier with your initial thoughts on this girl. Your mind tells you to tell Luke, but your heart says to keep that feud between you and Sierra since they’ve been friends for so long and you don’t want to be a friend-wrecker.

“The latter it is.”

2034, Los Angeles

“Ahh, it’s today!” Stella beamed as she tied the shoelaces of her converse. “I get to watch perform live with uncle Mikey, Cal and Ash!”

It was finally Saturday, the day of the band’s show in the Forum. As much as you didn’t want to confess, you were pretty excited to watch them because it’s a reunion too. But one thing is standing your way into enjoyment: Sierra. But whatever, what matters here are your daughters and enjoying the night with them with good music, having more family time.

“Becks texted, they’re outside!” She says, running to the front door and opening it excitedly to reveal a black van. The vehicle slid open, seeing her fellow identical seated in beside Luke. Following right behind her as you grew nearer to the entrance, you gave a wave at the Aussies.

“Hi poppet and Luke.” You say upon entering the car, taking the row of seats behind the Rebecca and Luke alongside Stella. Upon settling down, the driver continued its job to head to the Forum.

“Hi (Y/N), hey bub!” He reaches behind his seat to give a short, side hug to Stella, who did the same. He also ruffled her hair much to her annoyance. “Ah dad, stop! Oh and hey loser!” As she wiggled away from Luke’s grasp, she gave a high five to Rebecca, who initiated their handshake. The same handshake of Becks and Luke with air guitar playing in the end. “Hiya brat, hey mom!” Rebecca says, giving a kiss on your check.

At the moment, you didn’t really like the way they addressed each although you did that with your friends, even with the band. But they are sisters after all, they got to be nice. “Girls, be nice.” Luke addressed, having thought of the same things as you.

“Oh come on, dad! Those were our nicknames back in camp.” Stella addresses. “Well, when we hated each other.” Becks added.

“Wait, you hated each other?” Luke gasped, making the girls look at each other dumfounded, initiating them to tell the full story of their camp shenanigans. “Shit Becks, was Stella the girl whom you dared to jump the lake commando?”

Knowing now the full story made you proud of their character developments, putting aside their personality differences and joined together in order to make this reunion possible. As for Luke, he’s very glad to see the other half of his family despite everything. If only it wasn’t this way. Much to your surprise, the story telling lasted until you arrived the venue, seeing all these different fans of different ages lined up at the entrance. Proud was an understatement. Even after more than 20 years, they’re still very popular to the younger generations.

When the car halted near the backstage doors and got out, you began to feel nervous, shaking out goosebumps. Luke caught that moment from you just as he told the twins to behave properly as they entered backstage. “Are you okay, (Y/N)? I just saw you shake out some nerves or something.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s just pretty cold.” Luke knew you were lying straight away by the way you were breathing heavily and your eyes kept looking around.

“You can be honest with me, you know?”

Darn, he’s good. “I just don’t know how the others will react, like suddenly I cut off ties with them for so long. I think they’re still mad at me.” You overthink, getting goosebumps again.

“Hey, don’t say that.” Luke comforts, putting his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it a bit. “They miss you, and would never do that. But if something happens, I’ll handle it.” Nodding him instead of speaking another word, he leads you to the backstage. Surprisingly, a lot of backstage crew remembered you from way before, giving their hellos and small talk. You were afraid that they could say something already before even seeing your old group of friends, but Luke has your back by discreetly telling the crew to keep it a secret for now.

A good 20 minutes later, you somehow encountered and hear Rebecca giving a similar kind of Luke’s pep talk to Stella in a private part of the backstage. “But what if they don’t like me, Becks? I practically lied to them by acting like you, which isn’t a good impression.”

“Stella, they will like you! I have a feeling they missed you after so long, and besides, I’ll be here when you get nervous.” Rebecca reassures, giving her twin a tight hug before they see you and Luke during their special moment.

“You guys ready?” Luke asks, specifically to you and Stella whether you’re prepared to head further to the backstage area of the boys. You still were speechless, so you just nodded and trying to regain your calmness. “Yup, dad!” Stella expressed quietly with excitement.

Walking a few more steps and getting closer got your heart racing and thoughts running all over your head, you just kept thinking of all these different bad scenarios of what could happen and just wanted to get it over with. Stella, who was beside you, noticed the way you crinkled your eyes repeatedly and gives a squeeze on your hand. “You’ll be okay, mom. No need to panic.”

You just returned a squeeze, mouthing “thank you”. Luke was also getting pretty tense upon heading to the band backstage room, unsure of everyone’s reaction, especially Sierra. Oh shit, her. Not bad or anything he thinks, though he’s always sensed some tension between you two but he couldn’t be too sure. As he sees the sign “Band” on a door, everything felt more intense. Thank the heavens that the door was closed because it gives more time for everyone to relax.

“Well, we’re here.” He begins. “Rebecca and I can go inside first, then I’ll spill everything on your behalf so you can calm down. Is that okay?”

“Sure, dad. Go on ahead so we can get this show started!” Stella answered for you, still holding your hand. Luke gives a nod before he shifts the knob of the door to the right, letting the door open frontwards. Everyone, from the boys and their wives with the kids, was just talking and goofing around, but at the sight of Luke and Rebecca, they cheered in relief.

“Finally, you two are here!”

“God Luke, where have you been? We need our frontman!”

“It’s about time you both arrived!”

Rebecca paid respect by giving hugs and cheek kisses to her aunts and uncles, then waves at the different kids while Luke shares a laugh at their banter before he gets serious. “Sorry, guys. But, I have an excuse.”

“You got occupied with a Miss Sierra Deaton?” Michael joked, which was a struggle for Rebecca to not act disgusted.

“Nice try, Mikey, but we didn’t arrive together. I was late because instead of riding with you guys, I took a detour and brought a few other guests for tonight’s show.” Everyone’s interest peaked, dense as to what this blondie was up to.

“Who did you bring then?” Calum asked, crossing his arms. Rebecca looked back at Stella who was relatively a bit near to the door but not near enough to be seen by them, gesturing to come here. “Come here, brat!” Her relatives were confused, wondering how special this person was to her. Stella was hesitant, but she didn’t want to keep them waiting. “Wait here, mom. I’ll start.”

Stella gives a nod, but before making a move, Rebecca speaks up first before she enters. “This person is someone who I grew to love in a short span of time, almost like we’re the same.” With this pun, Stella comes inside the room with a hoodie to cover her face at first from everyone and also facing down.

“There’s no need to be shy, bub.” Luke remarks, which has the adults begin to create assumptions of who this could be, especially since they are aware that Luke only gives that nickname to one person. The kids were pretty excited to know who this was because this felt so new. Stella eventually gave in, unveiling the hood and tilts her head up to show herself. Just to add, she was right beside Rebecca. Everyone was just astonished, hands in their mouths and gasps.

“Am I tripping or is that-“

“Stella?” Bryana cuts off Ashton, still frozen at the sight of her goddaughter. Stella nodded, urging Bryana to approach her vicinity. She kneeled to her height. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Stella didn’t speak but instead gave her a heartfelt hug. “I’m Bryana, by the way. I’m your godmother.” Bryana introduces herself mid-hug. Letting go, “Oh, I know who you are, actually everyone. Well, except the godmother part, aunt Bryana.”

“What do you mean?” She asks, then by instinct, the twins looked at each other with mischievous smirks.

“Well,” Rebecca starts. “It all began when we met at camp.”

“Then we figured ‘hey why not swap so we get meet the loved ones of our mom and dad?’, which brings us to today.” Stella finishes.

As everyone tried to comprehend the situation, “So wait, if Stella was whom we had these past weeks,” Ashton pondered.

“That meant Becks was wi-“

“Me.” Eleanor was cut off by your entrance to the room, which made everyone hitch their breaths. Upon hearing your daughters talk, you knew they couldn’t do this alone, so you straightened out your nerves and just went for it. This also went Luke, whom you could easily spot the hesitation he felt with the whole explanation thing going on because it was too much to handle.

“Oh my god, (Y/N).” Crystal says, covering her mouth in surprise. Eleanor is speechless then ran to your vicinty and gave a tight hug, which you returned with a flinch. She was your best friend, and it gutted you both to have cut those ties. Well actually, you had the scissors. “I fucking missed you, (Y/N).” She blurted out, sniffling a bit as she felt all these various emotions running her veins at a fast pace.

“I missed you so much too, Eleanor.” You couldn’t contain yourself either as you respond, your voice cracking as you say those words. Eleanor’s strong movement undoubtedly created a domino effect, which led the other boys and girls to give their hellos. Surely yes, Luke was pretty nervous on bringing you along, seeing this happen first-handedly marveled him, in fact much better than he thought. The vibe felt casual, no grudges withheld and fulfillment to be reunited with a loved one.

“You haven’t changed a bit!” Crystal compliments.

“You ey, found out that you have a new film out soon!” Ashton addressed, handing you a red cup with some sort of alcohol in it.

“Yeah! Take Me or Leave Me, it’s out next week.” You plugged. Catching up slowly with life updates, laughing along to Michael and Calum’s random jokes, you unexpectedly recalled a weird sensation from when Eleanor hugged you earlier.

“You got a hard core over there, Eleanor. Been working out?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I wish! I’m actually pregnant, babe!” You dropped your jaw, gasping “Oh my God!” and giving your congratulations. As different conversations between you and your old set of friends flowed coherently, not running out of ideas, and even getting to reintroduce yourself to some of the young children,

“Hey guys!” A tanned woman calls out as she enters inside the room, making everyone freeze. Especially you, because the voice was all too familiar. Luckily, you were facing backwards.

“Oh hi babe.” Luke greets, giving her a peck on the cheek. Everyone could just feel the awkward tension in the room, emitting twisted grins and widened eyes.

“Are you guys okay? It’s like you saw a ghost or something?” No one could respond, but you did by turning your back. A bold move indeed, but it could save everyone’s misery.

Sierra gasped before she crossed her arms before giving an all too fake smile on you, in which everyone else interprets it as just a surprised smile.

“Oh my, (Y/N)!” She exclaimed, still stood on the same position.

“Hello, Sierra.” You waved and smiled back, trying your best to be as genuine as you could be. You were more genuinely fake though. Things could get worse from here, but thankfully, one of the show managers came through.

“Show starts in 5, boys!” Sighing in relief, Luke scrambles to get his guitar, while was then followed by the other boys. As for the girls, they begin to head out and bring their kids to the designated family area of the Forum where they will watch the show. Eleanor tapped your shoulder, “Ready to go?”, hand in hand with Nick.

“Yeah, sure! Rebecca and Stella!” You called the two girls, who were in deep conversation with Alex. “Later, mom! We’re still talking!” Stella replied.

“Alex is pretty surprised that Stella and I switched. So we’re pretty much explaining everything in full.” Rebecca giggles. Letting it slide, you vacated the room with Eleanor and continued to talk about anything that you could think of, yet the topic of Sierra is the dominant one. “Well, that was awkward, huh?”

“Kinda? I mean, I really don’t care about whatever they have going on.” You casually shrugged off.

“Oh really? Might’ve felt some jealousy in the air.”

“Whatever, Eleanor. As long as they’re happy, I’m fine. Besides, what matters now to me now is our daughters.” You flatly say.

“If there is something I know about you, (Y/N), your drive for success is strong. You would never let anything you love just pass. And you are mischievous as well.” She trailed off with those words before getting to the area and hearing the excited squeals of different fans.

Meanwhile for Luke, he was unlucky to get in an argument begun by Sierra, who was furious and confused with what she saw, but one thing is for sure: Luke was heavily and soberly involved.

“How did you and her meet again? Why did you even bring her tonight? Just why is she back in our lives?” She believes that she deserves to feel the way she’s feeling because she was there to comfort Luke after the divorce, serving as his rock.

“It’s a long story babe, which I will explain later. Now please,” He put his hand on her shoulder, moving her to the side. “I have a show to play.” He says, sounding rushed as ever before running to the entrance of the stage. Sierra was beyond pissed, throwing a mini tantrum at his sudden change of mood. A change which occurred when you entered back at his life.

“That fucking bitch.” Bringing out her phone and dialing a familiar mobile number, she puts the device her ear, smirking like the devil as she thinks through what she intends on doing next after this sudden confrontation.

“Hello, Miss Deaton. It’s been a long time.”

“Lovely to talk to you again, Perez. Now, I have a story for you.”

“All my life I've been waiting for moments to come, when I catch fire and watch over you like the sun..”

You and the other girls were singing along and bopping your heads to the current song being played, enjoying the good vibes being spread. As much as you can, you stayed away from the public eye which was pretty successful so far, but mostly from Sierra. Dancing along with the twins and even cheering some lyrics out like before, it honestly felt like it was the early 2020’s again. You just haven’t felt this euphoria from a concert in so long.

Ending Catch Fire, the boys took sips of water and beer before they interacted with their audience, loud and proud. “Alright, Los Angeles!” Ashton rekindled an old meme, jumping out also from his chair and holding out his drum sticks momentarily before resting his bosom down again.

“How we feeling tonight, LA?” Luke hyped, combing his locks with his hands to get a better view of the crowd. They roared in excitement, the kind of reaction the band was used to. For sure with a catchy song like Catch Fire, another catchy song will follow up. But this setlist was different compared to the past.

“Thank you for the love, everyone! Now how about we tone the mood down a bit? Release some hidden angst in us.” Calum smoothly caressed his words, making sure his usage of different words was correct. The venue lights dimmed down, a single spotlight focused on Luke as he plucked on some guitar strings.

“We have never played the song live ever, and it’s an oldie too.”

“It makes everything more exciting, Luke. People wanted us to hear those underrated songs, so it’s a start! Besides, we need to give the people what they want!” Michael exclaimed, frenzying the fans to just reveal this song. Luke chuckled, mustering up his emotions before talking. Most especially as he saw you watching, distracting his focal point which was the audience.

As for you, you were unaware of it all. It was just like a regular concert with the band cracking jokes and playing their greatest hits. Another thing you were unaware of was that Sierra saw everything happen between Luke and you, well mostly him. She really tried to shrug it off, but every time they lock eyes, it was for a split second before he looks away and continues strumming his guitar. Jealousy was spicing up her veins.

“It’s an oldie from the Sound Good, Feels Good era, and surprisingly, it took a few runs before we fully remembered how to play it. One of my favorite songs of angst.” He paused for a moment, looking down and avoiding a gaze at anyone. He knew he was used to gigs like this, but now, it felt different because you were in the audience after all this time.

Recalling every lyric of it, he knew the meaning wholeheartedly. It was a risk he was willing to take to entertain the fans.

“This is Story of Another Us.”

The audience were astounded, finally getting a piece of a big request that has been running for so long: to play the so-called songs that “they left to die”. Screaming was an understatement, more especially when Calum sang the first few lines.

“Replay the scene over again, before the credits rolling inside my head...”

Even the other wives around you didn’t expect this, the strong yet out-of-tune vocals of Eleanor singing along because you were aware that this was one of her favorite songs of theirs.

“I don't recall a single word, you hit me faster than I heard inside my head..” She was in sync with Calum, who was crinkling his eyes as he saw her sway her hips, controlling his chuckling since the song was heartbreaking. Some fans noticed, videoing that little moment of theirs which was bound to be posted everywhere. Crystal raised her arms in the air, moving along with the rhythm of the song. Bryana films the moment, quietly humming along. The other kids were watching in awe, most especially Stella because this is the first show she seen of this band. Well, one that she will remember for a long time.

So far, this concert and this song performance embodied how mature they’ve become as they are now in their late 30’s going 40’s, emotionally mostly. Bopping along to the last few lyrics, Michael having just sung his part of the bridge, Luke had his full gaze on you, lips quivering as he opened it to sing his part before one last hurrah of the chorus.

“One last ditch, a new beginning, so take this heart, put yourself in it, this surprise ending I'm depending on…..”

Confusion raced through your mind at his action, whether if he also has a hidden agenda. He thinks he could hide his emotions with those eyes of his, but after all those years of love you had for him, you knew so well of how bad of a liar he was.

“I got a long-term plan with short-term fixes, and a wasted heart that just eclipses, and I push my luck from trust to dust enough, that's the story of another us…”

He is the first to look away, avoiding any unnecessary attention and returning his focus to the main audience. You could see the heartbreak in his eyes and vibe it too from his raspy voice. For Luke, he knows that you are just as pained, even if you tried to conceal it. That was already tough, but what more when your twins have noticed that session of yours?

With every second withering and the song fading too, you could feel your chest getting pressed too tightly from all these different emotions overwhelming you, your mind playing a role too by reminding you those painful moments of the deterioration of your past romance. Your breath span shortened as your head felt woozy, making you choke. Without warning, you made a run for it, leaving the area in a flash. This led to your daughters’ enjoyment to be interrupted by the vulnerable sight of you, their instincts kicking and telling them to help you out because it seemed serious.

Longingly searching for a private area without any staff interference and running further the corridors, you eventually found a dimly-lit spot and settled there. Leaning against the white wall and bent your knees in fetal position, many bad thoughts got you overthinking the decision of the divorce.

“You’re selfish! You made your daughters stay away from each other!”

“You should’ve gain full custody of the twins, not just one of them!”

“You failure! No wonder Luke figured that you held him back!”

“You didn’t put up a fight and gave up like a wimp!”

Your urge to shed tears grew uncontrollable, along with moderate whimpering and melting some of your makeup too. But you could care less at this point because you’ve just lost it. All those held back emotions have met you once more.

Meanwhile, the show continued on and the girls have excused themselves to their aunts, saying that they have a “monthly dilemma”.

“Oh no, do you need any help or anything?” Eleanor suggested, getting shakes from the twins’ head as a response. “Alright then, hurry back! Your dad is halfway done.” Nodding, they ran as fast they could, turning right and left on the hallway and ponders deep. “Where could’ve mom went?” Rebecca worried, her breath hiked and the feeling of worry bound to reach its peak.

“I may have seen her turn left from the corner of my eye.” Stella points out as she scratched the nape of her neck, nervous of your state. “Let’s head on then.” Rebecca rushed, going steps further than Stella, making her chase after her Australian counterpart. This went on for a few more minutes, turning another left and right.

“Stella, chill! I’m dying.” Rebecca complains. “Oh come on! Quit your comp-” Stella’s nagging was interrupted when she overheard a familiar voice in one corner, stopping dead at her tracks. Rebecca took notice, following the domino effect and shifted her direction behind to where Stella stood, her head leaning to one open corridor.

“What are you do-” Now it was Stella that was interrupted as she heard your echoing whimpers at the very end of the hallway which was wasn’t too far from where the twins were. “Rebecca, go ahead! I’ll follow!” Weirded out, Stella was about to interject, but it took a loud “Go!” from her twin to do otherwise, chasing after the now fainting noise. Rebecca discreetly followed the voice, trying to decipher who it was, why that person was inside and the main topic of discussion.

Who else could it be? Stella sneaked a glance to find Sierra drinking some sort of concoction on a wine glass and talking to a mystery person. Petty, Stella brought her phone, recording whatever she was saying. For future reference, she thought.

“Ugh Perez, I thought we got rid of her forever! ….. Oh yes, what a witty caption! Got Lily to take photos from the private area? …… Nice! But wait she left? Doubt it, her bratty twins are there. But whatever, I’ll talk to you later, can’t miss out on my fiancé’s show too much.”

whom she picked up to be a writer of some sort with the words “caption” and “photos”. Got rid? Kids? She knew straight away it was you.

With those actions occurring, Rebecca has finally found you, releasing the stress. But she pitied at the sight of you with messed up hair, makeup and flowing tears. You were too vulnerable, in every aspect and it broke her heart. Kneeling down right in front of you,

“Mom, what happened? Did something or someone hurt you?” She held her hands on top of yours. With those blue saddened eyes of hers, you couldn’t stop your tears even more because she is half of him and also the half you gave up.

“I-” You choked, your breath stiffened and halted for a moment. Taking a deeper inhale, you properly articulate words, well tried too. “I’m a selfish disappointment! I gave you up so fast when I could’ve just settled for half custody instead of a closed custody that our divorce lawyer suggested. Your dad said yes to it because he was hurt and angry just like me, but I’m your mother! I should’ve never done it!” One hand of yours was released from her grasp, tracing her soft face then brushing some hair behind.

“You’re so beautiful, and I want to know more about you.” Those words made Rebecca just as emotional, reaching over you for a hug and begins to sniffle. “

“Did you even want me just a little bit before you and dad divorced?” This was a question that has haunted Rebecca ever since she got older and knew the real story between you both, instead of the excuse of “mommy’s too busy on her business trip, baby”. Honestly, Luke sucks on hiding secrets.

“I wanted you 100 percent. I love you so much, baby. You and your sister are everything to me.”

“And dad?” That took you in for a surprise and you had no words to respond. She was anticipating for an answer, and before you say what you made up, you were abruptly saved when you heard fast shuffling in the hallway, getting you startled.

“Oh there you guys are!” It was Stella, thank God. “Mom, are you okay?” She was ready to kneel down like Rebecca, but with this mini heartfelt session reaching an end, you felt much better and you could breathe easily now.

“Oh yes, bub.” You gathered your strength to stretch your legs up and stand up, shaking off any dust in your outfit. “Thank you for coming after me. I didn’t realize how much an impact I made.”

“Well, only to the both of us. We were concerned, and our familial instincts kicked in.”

“Nonetheless, thank you, loves. Now, let’s go continue that great show of your dad’s, huh?” They nodded, but first, Stella got a mini-pack of facial tissue from her slingbag and grabbed a few. She rubbed it on your face gently. “You’ve got some smudges of mascara and eyeliner by the bottom of your eyes.” As she stopped, “All better. Let’s head back now.”

Giving her a grateful smile, you followed her lead whilst you wrapped one arm around Rebecca’s shoulder.

“I forgive you, mom. I love you so much, please never leave my life again.” Rebecca whispered, just appreciating every intimate and personal moment she can get with you. Your heart fluttered at the closure, and quickly you were back to the curtained pathway of the private family area.

“Shit, there you girls are!” Your trance was ended at the sight of a sweaty Luke, who looked nervous like you were previously. “Where have you gone? You missed 2 songs!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be performing right now, dad?” Stella questioned.

“Uncle Calum is singing Invisible with uncle Michael while I’m here to get some cool air with uncle Ash. Now, please answer my question, girls.” Rebecca and Stella had nothing to reply, dumbfounded at his nervous and stressful persona.

“Hmm, I don’t know how to say this, but Rebecca thought that she was getting her “monthly” gift for the first time, so we went searching for resources to help her out.” You covered for them.

“Oh.” He chuckled, scratching the nape of his neck like Stella earlier. “Never thought it was that. I was just worried.”

“It’s okay, dad. I feel better now.” Rebecca reassured, giving a discreet wink at you.

“Well, I’m happy, poppet. I need you to be healthy always!” He hugged her up in the air.

“Ahhh, dad let go! I might make an incident if you get what I mean.”

“Oh, shit sorry!”

“Dad, swearing!” Rebecca and Stella squealed, covering their innocent ears.

“Ashton, Luke, Cal and Mikey are almost done!” A manager called out for them.

“Well, that’s my cue, girls. See you in a bit!” He waves his hand goodbye before running off alongside Ashton.

“Aren’t you girls cunning and successful at it?” You smirked at your twins, impressed.

“Well, we got that from you, mom.”

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The Idea, The How, and The Road Trip

Hello! Welcome to The Art Skoolie!

This post is going to be an introduction to the journey my partner and I have had so far in taking steps to convert a school bus into a tiny house. Our goal with this blog is to give interested folks a chance to see the steps, the logistics, the materials, and the methods we are using for our construction process. I will include separate posts that only have links to the appliances, materials, and businesses we are utilizing for our build. I will also mention that this post is not about convincing people to build or otherwise get into tiny houses. We are assuming that you are already excited about the idea, and want to know more. Bear in mind, also, that we are sharing what has worked for us, and we encourage you to use materials or methods that work better for you.

Alright. Anyway, my name is Hannah. My partner’s name is James. We live in Denver, Colorado in a 700 feet squared apartment with our black cat, Grace. We both had accepted a long time ago that we would probably just be paying rent for the rest of our lives; either as rent-rent, or as a mortgage. It is a lifestyle that most Americans have, and it is growing more difficult by the day for the vast majority of us to secure that kind of lifestyle. Owning a condo or a house was the best we thought we would ever be able to do.

I had been struggling to find work for a few months, and we were trying to think of ways that we could consume less. Our electricity bill is calculated by averaging the electricity use of every other tenant in our building. We have so much stuff just lying around, taking up space, that we are really only keeping around in case we might need it sometime in the future if we ever decide we felt like doing it. And, even if we do, we spend forever and a day organizing stuff (again!) so we could just figure out where the one thing is. Our bathroom has a ton of counter space and floor space for the size of apartment that we have, and neither of us spends a ton of time in there. Not to mention the donated goods, garbage, and recycling we generate by making purchases thoughtlessly, and either it rotting or us deciding that we never wanted to do the thing to begin with. Purchasing food more intentionally, cooking more, and not making as many trips to the kitchen equipment section at the thrift store were a start, but still didn’t make the difference we were looking for.

But then, I remembered tiny houses.

I’d heard about tiny houses for years, over the various forms of social media, and thought it was the craziest thing I’d ever heard of. “That sounds like living in a shack!” I thought. “Why would anyone do that?” Strangely, in the last couple of months, YouTube’s algorithms had spat out tiny house videos into my feed, so I checked them out. They highlighted all of the benefits of having fewer, better quality possessions that you use regularly, and not even having room to accumulate crap you’ll never use. At that point, I thought it looked doable, even appealing. “Sure, but only rich people can do that. Look at how much those things cost!” That obstacle was discounted when I saw people building dwellings for $5000 or less. I started thinking about the idea more seriously. I had all sorts of questions that each got answered with relative ease, significantly pruning my initial wariness. (e.g. where will we shower? where will we store everything? how will the bed not be right next to the toilet? where will we wash our clothes? etc.) (Answers: In the shower we install on board; In cleverly placed drawers, cabinets, and on shelves and hanging storage; It doesn’t necessarily have to be; See answer #2)

I was initially scared to bring the idea up to James, because he is such a pragmatist, but the more videos and blogs I saw, the more I realized that people were doing this successfully. Almost all of them had some kind of help in creating their homes, but who in the world never needs help?

Then I saw a video about a couple in/from Australia (I think?) who had bought the man’s childhood school bus and used all salvaged materials to create a little home that suited all of their needs. The two pieces that caught my attention the most were that everything on the bus had been salvaged or built with salvaged materials; and that they had lived on the bus full time and traveled in it for seven years. That was what made my mind up.

When I first floated the idea of living in a tiny house with James, he was skeptical, as I had suspected he might be. However, I showed him some of the content I had seen online from people who had built tiny houses, and answered all the same questions from him that I had had, and he was on board.

Before I go any further, I think this is a good time to acknowledge that building a tiny house is not financially feasible for many people. Most of the stories we have seen involve people who have a large property, or have friends or relatives with a large property, and friends with construction experience or have it themselves. The materials, knowledge, and time required are not something everyone has, and is not the answer for everyone. We both come from relatively privileged backgrounds. Both of us have/had parents with steady jobs that allowed us to grow up in middle-class, relatively safe communities, and we are both white. Not to mention, James’s mother had a job as a younger woman which accrued retirement money; and when she passed away, she left James $30,000. So, what I’m trying to say is, as a result of our socioeconomic backgrounds, we found ourselves in a better position to undertake the cost of building a home. As you will find out, or may already suspect, it is not cheap. It’s much cheaper than buying a house outright in Denver, but it is definitely not cheap.

When we were initially thinking about it, we researched vacant lot prices for building, or parking, a tiny house on. We quickly realized that would be out of the question in Denver if we wanted to have a house on whatever lot we chose. We were stumped.

But then, I remembered the video about the Australian couple who had made a tiny house on a school bus. They had raised the roof, created two sleeping lofts for themselves and their two children, and they even had a kitchen and a place to lounge. It didn’t look cramped at all. In fact, it looked like as reasonable a size as the trailer bed tiny houses we’d been looking at more seriously. James told me about how his parents had had a Volkswagon Vanigan when he was a child, and he used to play around in it and pretend it was his house; so a bus seemed even more appealing.

We thought, “If we can salvage the materials, and spend any money we have on new appliances and lumber for the structural stuff, we could build a house inside an existing bus, which can move around independently while we save money on daily living costs and build up enough money to buy the land we want to build another tiny house.” It was perfect. We were going to convert a school bus.

We started heavily researching construction methods, the process others were using to convert their buses, seeing what people did for water, heat, electricity, choosing a bus that was the right size. We didn’t want one that was too small, as we didn’t want to feel too cramped; but we also didn’t want one that was too long, because it would be more difficult to maneuver, and there would be fewer places to park. We estimated that we would probably find the best size-to-functionality ratio in a school bus twenty-four to thirty-two feet long. We wanted to have the build completed by winter 2019, so we wanted to get started as soon as possible. We were going to be flying to New York to visit my mother in the first week of January, and we figured we could work on finding a bus after we got back from the trip.

We checked out Craigslist for buses in our area, but all of the listings we found had buses that either needed serious mechanical work done or didn’t move at all. Trying not to get discouraged, I checked eBay, figuring there might be some viable listings. Almost immediately, I found one for a 2003 International thirty-foot school bus (DT466 EE engine), with its mechanical work all up to date, being sold from an hour south of where my mother lives. The seller had one hundred percent positive feedback. Growing up with my mother selling her art on eBay for a living, I knew how difficult and important it was to have one hundred percent positive feedback. We contacted the seller and found out that no one had made an offer yet on the bus. Feeling like we’d lost our minds, we made arrangements to meet up with him the following Friday, when we would be in New York. Our plan after we picked up the bus was to drive it home to Denver at the end of our visit. So far, this seemed like the beginning of a long joke.

We flew to New York, touched base with our seller, bought insurance for the bus, and had a whole ordeal with the New York DMV that I will get into in another post. After finding out firsthand how underfunded the New York Department of Transportation is, we drove to our seller’s house, picked up our bus, and drove it to my mom’s, where her landlord was kind enough to let us store it until we left.

On the trip back, both of us quickly got comfortable with driving the bus. The main thing to keep in mind is that, since it is such a large vehicle, it would take more force and more time to maneuver and stop; meaning, keep a safe distance between yourself and the vehicle in front of you, check mirrors religiously, and start breaking pretty far away.

About three hours east of Denver, we broke down. The worst thing about this situation was the fact that a nasty snow storm started blowing in a few minutes before, and we were miles from the nearest town. However, we started learning a lot of things about the bus’s engine really quickly, Googling like crazy to figure out what the problem could be. We contacted our seller and told him what happened, and he said that in engines of the type we have, if the oil level got low enough, it would automatically shut off. We were able to get roadside assistance through our insurance after a while (the snow was bad enough that they were delayed in getting to us), and the mechanic who helped us (who is amazing, and I will link his shop at the end) spent an hour hooking our bus up to his tow truck, put oil in the engine, tried and failed to get it to start, and towed us an hour west to Limon. He replaced our fuel filter the next day, it still wouldn’t start, and then towed us to a diesel mechanic ten minutes south of where we live in Denver. (Joe, you are a diamond)

One thing we did not take as seriously as we should have was that our fuel gauge was broken. It was stuck on “Full”. Even though we kept track of the mileage and fueled every three hundred fifty miles or so, we apparently did not fuel often enough. The diesel mechanic, after confirming that the fuel line was functioning properly, was able to determine that we had run out of fuel. Now, I am the first to admit that this situation was completely avoidable and kind of hilarious; but I am also incredibly grateful that we had the help that we did, and that something worse was not wrong.

Anyway, we have a bus now. I will provide more details in the next post about our plans and materials in the future.

Thanks for reading! Please share if you found this post enjoyable or helpful. Feel free to send a message or leave a comment if you have any questions.

My Etsy store: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MustBeSilly?ref=search_shop_redirect

The bus that clinched it: https://youtu.be/aq7DmqXDXUY

The angel mechanic from Limon, Colorado:

George’s Repair Shop

199 Main Street

Limon, CO 80828

719-775-8828

Ask for Joe! Tell him James and Hannah from Denver sent you.

#skoolie #busconversion #tinyhouse #buskitty #schoolbus #schoolbusconversion

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alltheloveinthegalaxy · 7 years ago

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Beast of Burden Chapter 2

Hello! Here is the 2nd chapter of Beast of Burden. In this one, I felt like I had to do a bit of house keeping to clean up the storyline, so bare with me before we get back to the cutesy/smutty stuff hehe. Please leave feedback in the comments if you liked/disliked this chapter or what could be improved. Thank yoooou!

Ch. 2 Delusions

It had been a month since the news had come to pass — the revelation that users of the cosmic Force, Rey of Jakku and Kylo Ren, had a child on the way.

After a full day of much deliberation and arguing, Rey was finally on her way back to D’Qar, back to the Resistance — much to her partner’s dismay.

Ben, as she called him now, had demanded that she get to a proper medical unit that wasn’t the “shabby Resistance,” but she refused, reminding him that if she didn’t return soon, they would come looking for her.

And limited resources or not, he couldn’t deny that they would eventually find her. So he let her go, reluctantly.

Besides, she didn’t need to see a doctor just yet, she assumed. Upon her arrival, she went straight back to work. Wrenching on various speeders and X-wing’s and helping wherever she was needed — she’d proved to be a useful and valuable resource for them.

She was also grateful that General Leia Organa was in another system several days away from her, handling another diplomatic mission in an attempt to gather allies. She wouldn’t have to face her, just yet.

She’d told Ben that she would return to him in the outer rim within a month, to get her affairs in order...or more likely, make something up. However, she’d begun to experience what she could only assume were her first real symptoms of child-bearing.

Nausea and fatigue — especially fatigue. Toward the end of the week, she noticed her breasts starting to grow and become tender, which she really hated, especially when crawling under machinery.

And then it came to her attention very suddenly one day that she had no idea the faintest thing about pregnancy or even how far along she was. When no one was looking, she often planted a hand on her stomach to gauge its swell but she really couldn’t draw any answers from that.

So she packed her bag. Perhaps, Ben was right, she needed answers. She’d only lasted three weeks on the base before boarding the Millennium Falcon once again.

Ben instructed her to meet him on the city covered planet of Coruscant. She didn’t argue but wondered how the two of them could possibly walk around in public together.

As the Falcon dropped into the planet of buildings, Rey was eager to see him. Normally when she’d left the base to meet him, she’d had an awful knot in her stomach, wondering what he’d been up to with the First Order while they were apart.

After landing, she watched the First Order shuttle drop down into a remote port, just outside the capital city.

She rose from her seat in the cockpit, rushed down the curved hall and ran down the ramp to meet him, almost before it fully dropped.

Ben stood in front of the Falcon as the ramp dropped to the ground, his long impassive face waiting to greet her.

She ran to him, lacing her fingers into his ebony tufts of hair as he gathered her up in his arms, lifting her feet off the ground. She pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

He was already able to detect small changes in her body but he tried not to let on. He could feel a slight round bump, pressing against his core as he held her.

That was fast, he thought. Too fast.

When their lips parted, Rey looked up at him expectantly. She hoped he had a plan. She’d never been anywhere in the galaxy until the last year of her life, everything to her was foreign. And right now, she was very afraid of what was yet to come. But she fought to keep those thoughts beneath the surface.

“Come with me, we have an appointment to keep,” he said flatly, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her toward a black First Order speeder.

“We have to ride in this?” She balked.

“Did you have a better plan?” He returned, grabbing something out of the vehicle. “Put these on.”

He handed her a stack of black folded clothing. A black tunic, black cropped pants and a long black cloak with a hood.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“People are going to recognize you from the news holos,” he said. “You’re a wanted fugitive.”

She sighed, snatching the garments from his hands and heading back to the ramp of the Falcon to change.

“So where are we going anyway?” She asked, reclining in the luxurious black leather seat of the speeder as he weaved through the city. She had to constantly push the hood of her cloak up from dipping into her eyesight.

“You’ll have to see when we get there,” he said, emotionless. There was something off about him. Rey tensed, suddenly aware of a mysteriously closed off aura surrounding him. His behavior was odd. She couldn’t sense his emotions, as she usually could. Had something changed?

Her mind flashed to when he brought her to his former master...only six months ago. She swallowed, beginning to wonder if something had changed while they were apart. Violent images rummaged themselves back into her mind. Images of a dream she’d been having for weeks.

Perhaps he would have her restrained somewhere so she couldn’t get away.

She made eyes at him, suspiciously. The speeder started to slow down, he was making a turn down a dark ally in the city. Her heart started to speed up and her paranoia suddenly kicked into high gear. She began to assume the absolute worst.

Rey laid a hand over her lightsaber, attached to her belt as the speeder came to a stop.

“Stay here,” he commanded, getting out of the speeder and walking into a dingy storefront. By this time her chest was heaving, stricken with fear. Suddenly it was clear, she needed to get away and quickly.

She’d sort out the details later. For now, she was convinced that she needed to act on her instincts. So she crept out of the speeder and started down the cobblestone street, buildings towering above her and speeders flying in every direction in the sky.

Whispers and visions crowded her mind. As panic and fear chased themselves across her mind, she became dizzy and nauseous. Everything was dark. She hallucinated a masked Kylo Ren, slaughtering her child with a red blistering light saber, spitting rage and hate. And now he was coming for her.

“Where are you going?” She felt a hand drop to her shoulder. He had caught up to her. Everything within her became white hot with hysteria and raw instinct.

With one swift movement, she ignited her newly constructed saber, teeth bearing at him as the blue blade lit up her hooded face. Ben dodged swiftly, losing a half inch of hair as her swing barely missed his face.

He was wide eyed.

Before she could act again, he immobilized her with the Force, snatching the saber from her shakey hand.

“Rey?! What the hell are you trying to do?!” He barked, releasing her with a wave of his hand.

Shocked by her own reaction, she froze, a tear streaking down her cheek.

“I- I don’t know.”

Ben was taken aback but he tried to steady himself as he looked at her, carefully intruding her mind to read her irrational fears as if they were his own. Those visions again. It’s haunting her.

“It’s me,” he swallowed. “Ben...”

She looked down, in one hand he held the saber and in his other hand he had a small wrapped package of some sort.

Her eyes trailed back up to his eyes, filled with hurt. Ben.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said, handing her the package. She could smell it and it made her stomach twist and turn with hunger and embarrassment. Oh no.

She burst into tears, her hood falling back to reveal three messy buns.

Ben’s features softened further as he tentatively reached for her hands. He placed the wrap in one hand and her saber in the other.

“Here,” Ben said. “Let’s get going.” He sighed without quizzing her further. She felt the need to explain.

“I don’t know what came over me, I saw darkness again and I was convinced—”

“Yes, I know. Let’s just get out of here, we’ve caused a scene!” He said, clearly annoyed as he gestured to various creatures hanging out of their apartment windows, staring down at them.

Rey chomped down on her food greedily as Ben piloted the speeder. Neither of them said a word.

“We’re here,” Ben managed to crack a dry smile at her—a rare sighting.

They arrived at an old and tattered building that looked similar to an old castle. It didn’t exactly fit the First Order design, which relieved Rey.

Ben opened the hatch of the speeder, extending his hand to her to help her out. She took his hand, hesitantly. She was still embarrassed from the stunt she had pulled.

After he led her inside, they started down a long corridor. Rey jerked his arm back, stopping him.

“Wait,” she said.

He looked down at her.

“Hm?”

“Ben, you’ve hardly said anything since we met today...and I haven’t seen you for a month...” She started.

“You’ve never minded my silence before...you know I’m not much of a conversationalist,” he blinked. “And also, you tried to attack me 45 minutes ago so I figured you needed time to think.”

“I don’t know what came over me...” Rey said, flushing with humility.

“I do,” Ben eased. She’s pregnant all right...or she really is experiencing some sort of vision, I don’t have the capacity to decide which. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “It’ll be okay. I have a plan,” he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Stars, this is how I got into this mess, he’s so impossibly beautiful.

They continued down the hall until Ben turned to open a door for her. He drew a long, nervous breath.

A small figure standing about 3 feet tall turned to face them.

Rey could not believe her eyes. Ben’s hand fell from her back as he stepped behind her, nudging her forward, gently.

“Well, well, well,” Maz said, her hands on her hips. She adjusted her goggles and walked passed Rey, climbing up onto a stool to meet Ben’s eyes. He flinched before her long hand slapped his face, sending his head back a little. “Ben Solo. It has been a very long time.”

Rey was shaking, unsure what to make of all this. How was this happening?

Ben’s eyes were wide and afraid as he tried to look passed her. He said nothing.

“I’ve helped your father out of a pinch or two...your mother as well but this...” she trailed off. “You destroyed my tavern. You beast.” She poked his chest.

He swallowed, still averting her eyes.

“But I’m glad you came,” She softened. “Where’s my boyfriend?” She turned to Rey.

She smiled, actually relieved to see a friendly face. “He’s completing a mission in the Hoth system,” Rey replied.

“Of course.” Maz smiled. “Dear child!” She said, placing her hands on her belly. “Three months pregnant...” she said after a moment. Her eyes became critical as she zoomed her goggles in on Rey’s eyes. “And you’re not eating nor sleeping enough to sustain this child.” She snapped back to Ben.

“When young Solo reached out to me, I thought it had to be some sort of trap...but then I realized he didn’t have the nerve to do such a thing. He’s never been able to hide his emotions since he was small child,” Maz teased. “I realized his intentions were genuine. He’s going to need to be present for this child in a way his parents were not — and yours.”

Ben looked up to finally regard her, his cheek still stinging and turning red. Rey smiled hopefully at him.

“So I told him that leaving the First Order is not the best idea at this moment and that he should return,” she said. Ben’s eyes flicked down to meet Rey’s. He looked at her longingly.

Rey’s mouth fell open.

“What? I didn’t know you ever left? Ben?” Rey was startled, puzzled and elated all in one breath. “Is this true?”

He was unable to speak as his mouth twitched neurotically. This was all a bit much for him.

“He’s never been much for words, unlike his father,” Maz mused.

“I left,” Ben mumbled. “But when I found out you were...were...”

“Carrying your child,” Maz crossed her arms judgmentally. Ben was flustered now more than ever.

“Yes. When I found out, I realized it might not be a good idea to have a price on both of our heads,” He said, almost at a whisper.

“Ben Solo will indeed need time and a well thought out plan to defeat the First Order,” Maz said. “I’m sure his mother will be pleased to hear of this. But for now, we must wait.”

Rey’s smile could not have been bigger as she began to cry tears of joy. She knew there was still enough light in him.

“For now, we need to get you somewhere where you can relax and take care of yourself,” Maz said, taking her hands and smiling at her. “That’s the only way you’re going to be able to get rid of those visions, those delusions you keep experiencing. They’re coming from a place of instability and paranoia.”

Rey’s eyes were wide. How did she know about that?

Before they left, Maz excused Ben from the room and brought in a medical droid to officially access her health and her pregnancy.

She was somewhat relieved to learn that her delusions likely stemmed from a combination of malnourishment, abandonment issues, a deep-rooted fear of her lover’s dark past and anxiety surrounding their future together. Not surprising.

As they boarded the Millennium Falcon, Ben muttered complaints under his breath.

“Please Ben,” Rey insisted. “This is what I want. I don’t want to travel in that thing. It will be here when we get back.” she said, jerking a thumb to his command shuttle as she walked up the ramp.

She settled into the pilot’s seat.

“Oh no you don’t,” Ben said, turning the seat around to face him. She looked up at him. “I will pilot.” Rey wanted to argue but she suddenly lost the energy.

She reluctantly got up to let him sit in his father’s old perch. He took the seat and gazed at the familiar controls, feeling a wave of grief wash over him. It was enough to bring Rey to tears, just to watch his expression change.

Before she took her seat next to him, she felt him grab her by the hips. She turned toward him as he pulled her into his lap. She straddled him in the pilot’s seat, facing him.

A smile spreading across her cheeks, she brought her hands to his jaw as he stared at her. His eyes were shining with emotion and hope. She slid her fingers into his hair, his ears poking out between her fingers.

His eyes trailed from her hips, to her swollen breasts and back up to her gaze.

“I’m afraid Ben,” she said, her smile faded. “I can’t shake this fear I have. It’s eating me alive.”

Ben swallowed, staring into her eyes.

“You’re going to have to trust me,” he whispered.

Ben melted beneath her. He cared for her so much and now they were going to be connected in a way that he could barely wrap his head around. But he would have to, sooner or later.

“I love you,” Ben said, rather intensely as his eyes threatened to burn holes into hers.

Rey choked a tearful laugh with an ever spreading grin.

“I- I know.”

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99 Problems: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,846

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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The wound on your side keeps bleeding no matter how much magic you use. Sam’s injuries are minor, Dean just barely got away, but you got the worst of it. After all, you’re the reason why you three are in this mess to begin with. Blood covers your left hand as it puts pressure on the wound, and your right focuses the magic to work within you. Blue magic strings from your fingertips and into the wound, and you watch as it slowly closes. You would tend to the brothers’ wounds, but yours is more pressing. Dean races down the street without looking back in fear the demons are right behind him.

“Drive faster, Dean,” you grunt.

“I can’t! Are you both okay?”

“Yeah, I’m amazing,” Sam grits.

“I’ll be fine. Why the hell were there so many demons? You two ever see that many?”

“No way, not in one place,” Sam shakes his head.

Even though the surface of your wound is sealed, you know there could be internal damage which is why you keep siphoning magic into it.

“What the hell?” Dean mutters.

“Sam, come here. Let me fix you,” you offer and scoot closer to the younger Winchester.

Sam takes his hand away from his bloody shoulder, and you reach out to touch it when Dean slams on his brakes. You were about to tear him a new one when you saw the barricade up ahead. It is up in flames, covering the entire stretch of road which means there is no possible way for you three to get around it. Someone had either did this deliberately or it was a freak accident, but there has to be another way around it. Dean starts to back up the car when the windows shatter.

Demons from all sides of the car break the windows to try and grab it the three of you. Dean is prepared for this just about as much as you and Sam are, which isn’t really a lot. They try and grab whatever they can manage, and just start pulling. A demon reaches into the car, but you throw small balls of magic at him to get him to back off. The impact makes him wince in pain, and you keep trying to hold them off. You’ve learned a lot about your powers ever since you found out you were pregnant. You can do a lot more with the energy that’s been sitting inside of you.

Yes, you plan on telling Dean, but now is not the right time for it. It’s not fair you’ve been keeping this secret from him, and it’s time you step up and take responsibility for your actions. Before the demons could do anymore damage, about half a dozen men and women show up in a big vehicle with fire truck hoses. The main leader start spraying the demons with water, but when you see their skin start to sizzle, you know it’s holy water. Where did these guys come from? How do they know about demons? You don’t recognize them as hunters, so who are they?

The demon screams in pain as they release you and the brothers and move away to try and get to safety. The main leaders starts to perform an exorcism in Enochian, and now you’re curious as hell. Where did they learn the language? Who are these people? You get out of the car just as the demons fall to the ground. Black smoke pours out of their mouths and disappears into the air.

“Well that’s something you don’t see every day,” Dean chuckles.

“You three alright?”

“Peachy.”

“Be careful, it’s dangerous out there,” he warns.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second,” you interrupted and got out of the vehicle.

“No need to thank us.”

“No, hold up a second! Who are you?”

“I’m Rob. We’re the Sacrament Lutheran Militia.”

“I’m sorry—the what?” Dean inquires.

“I hate to tell you this, but those were demons and this is the Apocalypse. So… buckle up.”

“Yeah, we know. We’re hunters.”

“Prove it,” Rob scoffs.

You take a quick look at Dean, and he rolls his eyes lightly, but opens the trunk of his car up. There is nothing but an empty trunk, but as soon as he pulls up the cloth flap, all of your weapons are on display. Three of the important men take a look at the weapons to see if you three are legit.

“Looks like we’re in the same line of business,” Sam comments.

“And among colleagues. That’s a police-issued shotgun,” Dean motions you the shotgun in Rob’s hands. “That truck is, uh… inspired. Where’d you guys pick up all this shit?”

“You know, you pick things up along the way,” one of the other men shrug.

“Guys, come on. This whole corner of the state is nuts with demon omens. We just want to help. That’s all,” you sigh.

“We’re on the same team here. Just talk to us,” Dean tries to convince them.

“Follow us,” Rob nods and heads back to his truck with his friends.

Dean shuts his trunk and locks it before all three of you climb inside the car. Once Rob and his friends get inside their car, he takes the lead through the forest on a back road that Dean didn’t see earlier. The forest is dense, the trees are thick, and there’s a little bit of fog, but it hides the road well enough from cars that are passing by. Once Rob makes it out of the forest you can see a small town up ahead barricaded with barbed wire.

There are many men with guns surrounding the place, and you can’t help but think what might’ve happened here. They let both cars through the gate and close it once you’re safely inside. Dean Parks off to the side and gets out to see what exactly is going on. Everyone seems to be gathering at the local church, which is why you three are heading inside.

“Dylan, it’s a church. Headphones off,” an older woman says to one of the men with Rob.

He’s a bit younger, maybe about early twenties, but still too young for this kind of work. Well, you started off way younger, but that was under different circumstances.

“Yes mom,” he sighs and does as he’s told.

In front of the church are two men with guns, and in between them is a devil's trap. Everyone who passes through it passes the test, but it doesn’t stop them from giving you and the brothers weird looks. You can tell they don’t take strangers lightly here. Not with all of the protection they feel the need to take. It’s best if they don’t know you’re a witch, so you keep quiet about that part of yourself.

Walking inside the church, you notice that it’s not that different from outside. The pews are full, and there are three couples in front. It looks like there might be a wedding going on, but you can’t be so sure about that.

“Who would have thought the Apocalypse could be so romantic? Marriage, family—it’s a blessing. Especially in times like this. So hold on to that,” the pastor says.

“A wedding?” you whisper. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. We’ve had eight so far this week,” Paul, one of Rob’s men, confirms.

Apart from the creepy ceremony happening, every person sitting in the aisle seat of each pew holds a shotgun like Rob’s. What the fuck is going on here? It looks like the pastor is the main bitch around here, so you patiently wait for the ceremony to be over to approach him. As soon as it is, the three couples leave the church as people throw confetti above them. They can pretend this is a real wedding all they want, but it’s not.

“So Rob tells me you three hunt demons,” the pastor says when he approaches you.

You look over at the man but pause. He is decked out in weapon gear from the thigh holster to a shoulder one. This man may be a preacher, but he’s definitely something else.

“Uh, yes sir.”

“Please, call me Gideon. But you missed a few.”

“Yeah, tell us about it. Any idea why they’re here?” you ask.

“They sure seem to like us, though. Follow me, gentlemen, lady,” he nods.

He leads you back into the now empty church toward the back. There is a door that when you walk down the stairs, it leads to the basement.

“So you’re a preacher?” Dean asks.

“Not what you expected, huh?”

“Well, dude, you’re packing.”

“Strange times,” he shrugs and opens the door.

There are people of all ages and backgrounds inside. There are stations where people work and do different things. At one table, there is a little girl making salt rounds, and you try to hold in your initial shock. Everyone is doing something, and there isn’t a twiddling thumb anywhere.

“Is that a twelve-year-old packing salt rounds?” you ask.

“Everybody pitches in.”

“So, the whole church?” Sam wonders.

“The whole town.”

“A whole town full of hunters. I don’t know whether to run screaming or buy a condo,” Dean shudders.

“Well, the demons were killing us. We had to do something.”

“Why not call the National Guard?” you ask.

“We were told not to.”

“By who?” you ask but receive no answer.

“Come on, Padre. You’re as locked and loaded as we’ve ever seen. Plus, that exorcism was Enochian. Someone’s telling you something.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I, uh, I can’t discuss it,” he sighs.

“Are you talking to angels?” you gasp.

“Look—”

“Dad, it’s okay,” a young woman says from behind you three.

You turn around, and you immediately get bad vibes off her. There is definitely something wrong with her.

“Leah—”

“It’s Sam and Dean Winchester, and Y/N Singer. They’re safe. I know all about them.”

“The angels?” you ask. “There’s only one species who know Enochian.”

“Yes, the angels,” she nods with a smile.

“Awesome,” Dean scoffs.

“Don’t worry, they can’t see you here. The marks on your ribs, right?”

“So, you know all about us because angels told you?” Sam wants to confirm.

“Yes. Among other things.”

“Like the snappy little exorcism spell?” you ask.

“And they show me where the demons are going to be, before it happens, and how to fight back,” she nods in response to your question.

“Never been wrong. Not once. She’s very special,” Pastor Gideon goes to his daughter's side with pride.

“Let me guess. Before you see something, you get a really bad migraine, and see flashing lights?” Dean asks.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re not the first prophet we’ve met,” you give her a bittersweet smile.

“Excuse me for a second,” Pastor Gideon apologizes and takes his daughter off to the side to speak with her.

“There’s something not right with her.”

“What do you mean?” Dean asks.

“She’s not human. I don’t know what she is, but it’s not human.”

“We’ll keep an eye on her,” he assures you.

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