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yesimwriting · 3 years ago

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Would you write a Kaz Brekker request where the reader is a bookworm and a crow and basically Kaz asks the reader to read to him as his way of apologizing after a argument that was his fault?

it a/n i did something kinda similar in a 'promise of rain' blurb,, but this concept is so cute to me:)) love it sm i moved it up my request cue lol

also IM IN COLLEGE NOW!! WHAT?? AND IVE BEEN TO A PARTY! AND IM JOINING A SORORITY AND I DID DRAMA AUDITIONS AND AHH !! SO DIFFERENT! I MISS MY MOM AND SISTER AND DOG AND EVEN MY DAD BUT IM HAPPY HERE!!

also im a little worried this might not portray kaz superrrrr accurately bc it's been awhile so just let me know,, feedback leads to improvement:)) also kinda set this up for a part 2 bc...well youll see

They've always said a lot of things about him, and I've always heard them. But I've never quite believed them. Sure, I get why the dark things that have flourished in the poisoned soil that is Ketterdam consider Kaz Brekker the darkest thing of all. I understand the nickname 'Dirtyhands' for the gloved criminal who has fooled each crime boss at least once. I understand each terrible thing they've said about him.

But I've never agreed with them. I've never even considered agreeing with them. Until today.

The thought that maybe everything people say about him is correct in a simple context struck me worse than the silence after our argument. It made me feel like both a fool and hypocrite. Kaz and I have had our fair share of spats over the relatively short time we've known each other, but never like this. Never so badly he stormed out of the room before I could. I squeeze the book in my lap even harder, desperate to focus on the words on the pages.

You didn't hurt him. He walked away because he decided you weren't worth the cost of his expensive time. I repeat those thoughts in my mind over and over again, letting them bitter me further. It's a lot easier to be mad than hurt. A lot easier to fuel your pain than try to understand your mistakes. Besides, tiredness is already dredging around in my chest and if I don't calm down a little I won't be able to fall asleep.

I had escalated the fight more than I should have. Knowing Kaz is like performing in a tightrope act. One must always be aware of where they're going. Watching what's in front of them without ever thinking too much about what's beneath or behind them. Today though, when I needed my balance most I chose to fall. I chose to dive, and apparently there was no net.

"Oh, you're doing that thing."

I roll my eyes at Jesper's voice as I fight down a yawn. I wipe my face with the back of my palm before turning. The burning behind my eyes never resulted in full tears, but I feel better after doing so. "What thing?"

"That terribly noble thing where you find it in yourself to take full blame for every single conflict you and boss man fall into." The slight humor in his voice is enough for me to roll my eyes again. "Between you and me, I'm sure the reason he's so angry now is because you didn't do that for once."

I press my lips together as my chin angles itself upwards slightly. "I never do that." He raises an eyebrow. The slight sympathy that colors the look is more offensive than his accusation. "If I pick and choose my battles, it's for good reason."

"Clearly."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs once before further entering my room. I say nothing when he sits at the foot of my bed. "Oh, you know," Jesper stretches back casually, resting his back against the wall and extending his legs, "You and Kaz--Kaz and you."

Has he been drinking? Perhaps he's not here because of my unusual absence from downstairs after my fight with Kaz but because he's already too tipsy to think right. "What?"

At my confused look he grins, flashing all of his teeth with an arrogance that outshines the whiteness of them. He taps the still open book in my lap. "Let me put it in terms you'll understand." Jesper sits up a little further, amusement clear in his features. "You two make a shameful Elizabeth and Darcy--"

"Oh, shut up," I groan, glaring at him, "This isn't Pride and Prejudice. And Kaz and I," Jesper's smugness returns when I can't quite think of what I want to say, "We're barely friends--we're barely anything, let alone what you're implying."

Jesper pulls his legs up and shoves me gently. "Dearest, y/n," he ignores my glare, "You should know better than anyone that 'barely friends, barely anything' with Kaz is more than it is with anyone else?"

"That doesn't mea--"

"You two say goodnight to each other." Once. Kaz and I said good night to each other in front of Jesper once. How dare he assume it happens regularly? He's right, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it. "You play cards with him. Not for money, not for skill--"

"It's for practice." The look Jesper gives me is enough to tell me that my defense didn't land.

Damn him for ever finding Kaz and I on one of those strange nights. One of those nights in which he lurks at the stairwell...the one that divides my room and his attic. One of those nights in which it feels like he's a phantom and I'm the only one that can really see him. A night in which we both silently find each other.

I couldn't quite believe it the first time it happened. I'm not exactly a Crow--I don't feel enough a connection to the Dregs to join them without some kind of guarantee--but I was needed for some obscure job. but I was needed for some obscure job. The Crows needed an insider who could blend into high society, and I needed a place to stay away from my father.

It worked. I worked. And with each passing day I found myself enjoying the Crows more and more. That's why I stayed. That's why I started checking the stairwell practically every night, a set of playing cards in my hand.

The first time had been awkward. I couldn't sleep and my room felt too quiet, but the rambunctious club felt too loud and a little unsafe considering the hour. So I settled for the only space in between. When Kaz found me sitting on the steps and playing a solitary card game I had been so stunned by embarrassment I just offered to deal him in. I had been more shocked when he silently accepted my offer.

"Practice?" Jesper repeats. "You were laughing, I heard you."

"That was one time--how do you know we didn't just happen to play cards together the one time you saw it?"

"Because you laughed about a play you considered 'predictable'."

Sighing, I sit up a little straighter. "I'm not having this conversation. Occasionally saying 'goodnight' to someone who lives in the same space I live in and sometimes playing cards with said person because we both happen to be up at a certain time doesn't mean anything."

"And the way he looked at the contact that was flirting with you?"

Oh...this conversation again. "For the last time, the contact wasn't flirting with me. We had to dance to blend in and when he leaned towards me to whisper in my ear...it was to tell me the intel Kaz just had to have."

"And when he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear?"

"He just wanted to sell our cove--"

"Y/n, he kissed your cheek and I'm fairly certain he would have kissed you if Kaz and I hadn't made it to the corridor at that second."

Why is everyone so obsessed with what would have never happened? The contact had been attractive, tall with fair eyes and hair. But it's not like I feel anything for him, nor would I have been so foolish during a job. A fact that Kaz refuses to believe. I'm tired of this argument...I'm just tired. This job required me to start getting ready early in the morning and lasted long into the night.

"I wouldn't have kissed him and even if I had, the fact that Kaz is so mad about feels...sexist." A stupid argument, considering that Kaz couldn't care less if the person he's working with is female, male, or anything in between because the only thing he cares about is profit. "It's a stupid thing to be mad about, but you hit on anything with a pulse at any time and--"

"I resent that--"

"For the first two weeks I was here I thought you might've been a prostitute."

I can feel him holding in a laugh. "Did you at least think I was a good prostitute?" When I glare again, he finally actually laughs. "Not the point--got it."

"Then what is the point? You're bored and obsessed with gossip so now you're shaking me for information you don't need."

"The point is you're oblivious." Rude...I move my leg in a weak attempt to push him off my bed. Jesper catches my ankle easily, ignoring my attempt at a fight. "You thought the contact was only doing his job and you don't know the real reason that Kaz blew up at you for the first time the way he blows up at everyone."

"Okay, well since you know everything, tell me why he's mad."

He lets out a sigh like he can't believe I even needed to ask that. "It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy."

...Maybe he is drunk? "Don't be so cryptic. I don't like you enough to put up with that."

Jesper half-sighs again before pushing himself off my bed. "I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that."

"Asshole," I mumble instinctually as he walks towards my door. "Are you not telling me because I tried to push you off the bed?"

He turns when he reaches my door in order to lean against my door frame. "It's not not because of that." I should throw my book at his head. "In all seriousness, think about it. If you don't you'll either kill each other or kill me."

Ugh...he's so confusing. This time, I let him go. He leaves he door open, which is beyond annoying. I stand up to close it, promising myself I will focus on my book the second it's in my hands again. As I walk back towards my bed, my eyes land on the deck of cards on my nightstand.

Does it send a signal I don't want to send if I don't go the stairwell tonight? Do I want to send a signal? I don't know...actually, the only thing I know is that I don't want to think about this a second longer. I don't ease as I read, but my eyelids become heavier with each word they cross. I feel the weight of them as my focus slips, farther and farther away until I can no longer focus. When my eyes fall shut I can't bring myself to think or force them open.

I notice my surprised before I register that I've just woken up. Falling asleep feels so far and yet the crick in my neck confirms the obvious. Rubbing the eyes with the back of my hand, I push my book from my lap and sit up. The only indication of how much time has passed is how much my bedside candle has melted.

How long have I been asleep? How did I manage to fall asleep? I thought I was too mad at Kaz to manage anything but pouting in my room. I hadn't even decided if I wanted to talk to him.

I stand even though I haven't decided anything. I should at least change if I want to go to bed. But is leaving this alone for even longer a bad idea? I think Jesper thought so...though my conversation with him is far from clear. It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy. I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that. What does he want me to do with that?

Maybe he was partially intoxicated and felt the need to play the role of a good friend. Or maybe this is his idea of a joke.

Whatever--regardless of Jesper, I have a choice to make. A tiny part of me hopes it's insignificant, but I know Kaz enough to know that nothing is insignificant to him. He holds onto things the way he holds onto his kruge. Perhaps I'll seek out Inej, she seems to be the best at rationalizing. Though she might be asleep by now, or on a job or...I don't even know.

How late is it? Is it late enough to be one of the few hours Kaz claims to reserve for sleep? Maybe my bad luck is still around and he's already in bed for once. Does that mean his anger will extend to tomorrow?

I shouldn't care. It's not like I'm in the wrong. Did I escalate things? Maybe a little...but I won't apologize for defending myself. Even though that makes everything a little easier. I feel stuck, like in some kind of place of half sleep. A single knock at my door is enough to make me want to jump. I rub my eyes a little more firmly in hopes of waking up more before someone sees me.

I approach the door without worry. Maybe it's not as late as I assumed. Or maybe it's really early? I open the door while still fighting against my slight disorientation. I'm so focused on acting normal, I almost don’t register the person standing at my door.

I don’t know who I expected, or what--maybe Jesper, much more tipsy than he was before, slumped against the doorframe, only knocking because he’s too tired to push the door open. Maybe even Inej, on her way here to deliver some kind of job or notice of dismissal. But it’s nothing I could expect. It’s...Kaz.

The Dirtyhands stands at my door, expression as hard as ever yet something behind his eyes that burns the sleep away from me. “Uh--hi.” I bite my tongue to avoid cringing at that very awkward beginning. “Are you here to kick me out yourself?” The only response I get is the slightest shift of his gaze off of my face. “No? Well then I think I’m going to bed. It’s late.”

My tone and words are clear. Get out of my doorway, I’m in no mood to go back to arguing. When he still doesn’t say anything, I’m emboldened by my nerves. I push the door between us without breaking eye contact.

Before the wood can meet the doorframe, he moves his cane, wedging it between us. “Y/n.” I don’t understand the way he says my name, but I’m certain he’s never said it like that. “I...” When he’s not prompted by the uncomfortableness of silence, I raise an eyebrow, my grip on the door tightening. “What I said shouldn’t have been said.” Wait--is he admitting fault? I’m so thrown I almost melt entirely. “Not to you.”

The addition leaves him so lowly a part of me wonders if I’ve imagined it. I’m so thrown by it I don’t even think to reply until a long second has passed. “You seemed to believe the opposite a few hours ago.”

His lips press together for a moment. “You didn’t ask me to play cards tonight.” He took that as intentional? At least that got me some kind of apology? I keep my mouth shut, greed making me want more information. I guess he must sense my silent tugging because he head inclines slightly. “Don’t push.”

I fight down a grin. “Push what?” His only response to stiffen further. “I’m going to tell you something as a peace offering.” That seems to intrigue him in some way. I can’t tell if it’s a good kind of interested, but I note the slight raise of his eyebrows and his intentional silence. “I didn’t chose not to ask you to play cards.” He gives me no indication of anything, which is fair...considering my vagueness. “I was mad, obviously, and in the middle of deciding on a course of action...and then I fell asleep.”

A long pause of silence. “You fell asleep?”

I’m not sure if his incredulous tone should offend me or not. If I wanted to lie, I’d like to think he knows me well enough to know that I’d have thought of a better excuse than that. Or at least a less embarrassing one. “Yes, it’s not that difficult to believe. Today had been long and all I wanted to do was read, but then Jesper came in to say the oddest things and then leave me to...”

Oh--oh. I guess there’s a reason people say to ‘sleep on’ something. Because now, actively remembering Jesper’s words for the first time since I fell asleep...I understand what Jesper was implying in the oddest way possible. He meant that Kaz and I...that perhaps there is a Kaz and I in a context that’s more than just grammatical. Wow. I really had to realize this with Kaz right in front of me.

My face feels warmer than it did before, an irrational bout of anxiety forcing me to consider that me might be able to read impossible, embarrassing thoughts from my expression alone.

“What did Jesper say?” I’m too lost in my own spiral of confusion and panic and some feeling I can’t recognize to register how Kaz asks his question. There’s an edge to it, an odd one, but that could easily just be Kaz.

This is most definitely the last conversation we need to be having. I’m still mad at him for his earlier dramatics. So I just shake my head, feigning an exhaustion I could lose myself in. “Nothing and everything all at once.” I resist the urge to rub my eyes again. “I’m pretty sure he was drinking, and I wasn’t really listening. I was just trying to read.”

Kaz’s expression hardens briefly as he takes in my words, and then he exhales, nodding once with the breath. “What were you reading?”

My lips part instinctually, ready to spew off details about the latest novel that’s captured my attention. But before I can let myself take off, the reality of the situation strikes me directly in the chest. This is not Nina, or Inej, or even Jesper after what he considers a ‘good night’. This is Kaz Brekker, the man believed to not have a soul. I’ve spoken to him before about casual things, though most of the nights in which we end up playing cards or just sitting near each other are spent in silence. But he’s never prompted me before. Not in the one topic he knows is guaranteed to turn me into an overenthusiastic, gushing fountain of poor summaries and character analysis.

I guess this is his peace offering. This shouldn’t warm the way it does. He was still unbelievably dramatic and treated me like I’m some kind of unreliable fool. “It’s late, and you know how I can be. I’d hate to keep you for nothing more than a poor summary and honestly, an embarrassing rant about plot or characters, because there’s just nothing as frustrating as when two people so clearly care about each other and both are too stubborn and oblivious to acknowledge it.”

Kaz’s eyebrows draw together just enough for me to be able to make out a shift of expression in the poor light. Perhaps his lingering irritation is preparing to rear its ugly head. The corner of his mouth seems to threaten to tilt upwards as Kaz angles his head to the side slightly. “I can’t imagine that position.”

No kidding. I bite my tongue to keep the sarcastic comment and awkward laugh that would sure follow it away. “Who can? That’s like half the point of reading.”

How can interaction feel so over and just at its beginning all at once? I press my lips together to avoid filling the silence with things I’d no doubt instantly regret. It’s easy to be mad at Kaz in the moment. Too easy. But to stay mad at him when his temper has passed and he returns with some kind of begrudging and admittedly awkward and uncertain truce is another task entirely.

“I’ve never understood your attachment to written words.”

“It’s not about understanding, it’s about everything else.”

“And you say I’m cryptic.” Is he...kinda almost joking? I straighten my spine, too tired to fight and too wounded to forgive. “There’s understanding in everything, nothing can survive on sentiment alone.”

“If you read the way I did, you’d understand.”

His lips press together as his expression remains unwavering in its hardness. “Read to me.”

...Interacting with Kaz in any way often leaves me feeling like I’m wandering through unknown territory. But this, this is undeniably different. So different I can’t even think of a way to react. I watch his expression as cautiously as possible. He’s purely reserved, no distinction from the look he wears during business propositions. Except there’s a tightness I can’t quite understand.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to fight anymore. Maybe it’s because exhaustion is leaving me partially delirious. Or maybe it’s the weird feeling in my chest that I can’t quite place. That I don’t want to place. “Okay.” I shift carefully. “If for no other reason then to prove you wrong.”

Never did I think I’d end up in the position of sitting in my bed, book in hand, with Kaz Brekker sitting next to me. But here we are. I’m so tired, I almost let out a nervous laugh when he first walked in. So brooding and tall, gripping the head of his head cane as he sits at the foot of my bed, on my pastel quilt.

I’m glad for the excuse to keep my gaze away from him and on the words in front of me. I read out loud, feeling more and more comfortable with each page I finish. But as my inhibitions slip away, so dos my hold on consciousness. My eyelids seem to grow heavier with each word that I read.

“You’re falling asleep.”

I straighten my spine on instinct. “Am not.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to deny something so simple.

“You’re impossible.”

From him, that statement is laugh worthy. “I’m impossible? Do you not remember earlier today?”

From the way his jaw locks, I realize that he’s in no mood to be light about this topic. I don’t understand why. It’s not like I’m the one that wronged him. “I remember your lack of focus.”

Keeping my hands at my side to avoid rubbing my eyes, I frown. “If you want to have this argument again, fine. Jesper is more ‘distracted’ than me half the time and you’re much more lenient on him. It’s not like I was flirting with someone or gambling or doing anything but having a two second conversation. One that I needed to have to get information that you wanted.”

The last time we fought, I had more energy to restrain myself. This could be atomic. I hold my breath, waiting for Kaz’s retaliation. He exhales, eyes not meeting mine. “Arguing with you when you’re present is exhausting enough. It’s not worth it when you’re half asleep.”

This angers me further. I hate that he’s right. “I’m not half asleep.” He leaves it at that. I glare even harder at him, slumping further into my bed. “But for the sake of argument, I’ll drop it. Something you’re incapable of doing.”

At that, his eyes meet mine. I try to hold his gaze, but the harder I think about not seeming tired the more exhaustion slips in. A yawn escapes me before he looks away. Great. “I know when to lie in the grass in wait.”

Rolling my eyes, I shift back slightly. He’s incapable of being less dramatic than this. Still, I can’t imagine the effort it’s taking on his part to not start an argument. Maybe this is why Jesper spent so long implying that there may be a Kaz and I in any capacity beyond a vague kind of friendship. “I’ll admit you’re tactful.”

“Resourceful people recognize that trait in other people.”

Blinking twice, I lower my book slightly. Am I truly exhausted, or did he just compliment me in a way? “Careful, I may start to think you find me tolerable.”

“Let’s not exaggerate.” Okay, now I know I’m exhausted because I think he might have just attempted a joke. Rolling my eyes, I decide not to acknowledge this lightness in fear that I’ll scare it away. “Y/n?”

I press my lips together, worried about the destruction of our peace. “Yes?”

“What did Jesper say to you? Earlier?” I pause, slightly unsure why we’re moving backwards.

We’re in a decent place now, and I’d hate to ruin it. I’m too half asleep to lie eloquently. And it’s not like he’s an easily convinced man. “Oh, he said it so cryptically it took me longer than it should have to understand. And it didn’t help that it was something so...well, you might find it funny. As funny as you find anything, anyways.” Wow...I’ve spent such a long time talking. Rubbing the back of my eyes, I avoid his gaze. Exhaustion and awkwardness mix in my stomach oddly. “It seemed like he was trying to imply that you and I...me and you...” Why is this a difficult thing to say? It’s not like I was implying it and Jesper’s known for his oddness. “I think Jesper was implying that there was a you and I, or at least that there could be.” I’m too lost in a haze of almost sleep to watch his reaction. I let my head rest against my headboard even further. “Isn’t that odd?”

He’s quiet for a long second, and then he finally speaks again. “Odd, even for Jesper.” The response doesn’t satiate me...what’s that about? I exhale, deciding that feeling is tomorrow’s problem. When I blink, I decide to let my eyes stay closed. Just for a moment. The sound of something shifting is what makes my eyes squint open. Kaz is standing, his expression unreadable as he straightens. “Goodnight, y/n.”

At that, I sit up slightly, ignoring the exhaustion behind my eyes. “I haven’t finished the chapter.”

“You’ve convinced me of enough.” A concession? How exhausted do I seem? My lips press together as I think of my next argument. Before I can get it out, Kaz leans forward. He grabs the quilt at the end of my bed and tosses it onto my legs casually. “Goodnight, y/n.” The meaning of his repetition is clear. His word is final.

I find enough energy to manage a glare, but I pull the quilt over my legs anyways. “Goodnight, Kaz.”

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kochlandhomestead · 2 years ago

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10/01/22

Wow did September really just fly by like that? Feels like just 2 weeks ago I was doing this for August but heres my self accountability post for the end of the 9th month of 2022

Lets start with the ol resale business. Historical Days was a big success. I got rid of a lot of my old stock from the shed and made a nice profit on the weekend. Really wish I could get to more festivals and markets. That was a goal for this year that I am failing at. eBay had gone cold since the first week of September but I had 3 sales this week. With 4th quarter starting now hopefully it will be getting even better. I learned a lot last week at eBay open, lets see if I can transform that into sales. I also am looking into a booth at a local flea market that is open on Fridays. Possibly going to open there in November. Its a risk and a big step but it just may be time.

Classes started Monday in my Ag science and organic growing classes. Its been a challenge this week but I feel im back in the flow. I even got my first week assignment done early, y'all know thats a big one for me.

Things around the Homestead are winding down into what I refer to as hibernation time. The garden is ready to be put to bed, hopefully I get to that nexg week. Pears and apples need picked. Gotta dig potatoes yet and see how that harvest is. Lots of little things but its about over.

I didn't have a single Wrestling show this month. We did do our company picnic last Saturday but besides that nothing. The quiet is killing me. October has a couple but November is really bare. Gotta do something about this.

My TV back log has gotten worse. Im weeks behind on Wrestling. Its really ridiculous lol. I haven't watched any of She-Hulk or House Of Dragons. Seems everyday I add on another episode or 5 of the network shows that I try to catch as much of as possible like FBI or Law & Order. I haven't even seen the new Thor yet. I am caught up on Andor of course and am still working through my rewatch of Fear the walking dead. For someone that completely cut the cord this list is nuts!

Speaking of cutting the cord lets discuss my "off grid" life as it is. So many projects and ideas I had for the summer went unstarted. I really had hoped to have a little wood stove set up but not even close. I did get a bucket washing machine built for hand washing and of course my water collection system grew nicely. But still im way behind even though im far better than I was last year at this time.

My health has been good and ive really been doing well at eating. Im near my calorie goal almost everyday. Cooler weather really helps as does less time spent working outside. Now to finally start regular workouts again.

With just a month to go its time to start really planning and working on the upcoming holiday season here and at the Santa House. All while trying to enjoy spooky season too. Its a juggling act sometimes.

The personal life thing is pretty much as wacky as always. Mom and Dad have both been doing good. Dad has a bum shoulder but he says it is feeling a little better. Tyler has been coming around a little bit more now that he has Whiskey to take out. She sure is a cutie and becoming a good pal of mine. I been thinking again about a new cat or dog. Maybe near Christmas? My special person and myself have had a difficult time of getting together. Always seems to be something come up. Its hard with busy lives and a bit of a distance between us. We have plans for next Saturday so hopefully.... It was great to hang out with the Wrestling family last week, tomorrow I get more of that plus the Town Meeting crew. Having a small social life is sad at times but it makes me enjoy it more when it happens. A goal for 2023 is more interaction with friends and family and less alone time!

I think thats enough for tonights book. If you made it through thanks for reading. These things are always kinda hard for me to do but I really feel that they along with you who do read help me keep myself in check.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years ago

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Ocean Eyes - Part 11

A/N- OMG i finally updated!!

Please like/comment/share if you like this. Seeing that people are actually enjoying this fic makes me wanna write more lol 💕💕

I got next to no sleep, i just laid in bed going over and over the things Chris had said....was he being serious?? or was it the alcohol talking??

Finally giving up on sleep at 5:30am i got up and dressed and decided i needed to talk to someone about all this. When i went downstairs i made a cup of tea and grabbed Chris's coat from the back of the chair then headed outback, Dodger following behind me.

I walked down to the pool area and sat down at the table and chairs that were next to it where i was far enough away from the house to have a private conversation. I unlocked my phone smiling at the photo of Chris, Scott and Mason before scrolling to my recent contacts and hitting call.

"Hello" she answered after two rings.

"Hey ma, i didnt wake you did i?"

"No sweetheart, you know me I've been up since 5am"

"Thats because you're crazy" i chuckled.

"why are you up this early? This is very unlike you"

"Ive not really slept..... mom something happened with Chris last night and i'm kinda freaking out...."

"Oh god please tell me you haven't slept with him already....."

"No! Jesus Ma...."

"Thats good, so what happened?"

"Well after Mason went to bed last night i stayed up with Chris and Scott, we had a few drinks and just hung out you know? Everything was fine until Scott went to bed" i started explaining shaking my head, i told her all about Chris ending things with his girlfriend, about him getting jealous about Derek and then i dropped the kicker.... Chris confessed to still loving me and wanting a second chance!

"Wow, thats alot to take in"

"Tell me about it! Ive been up all night going over it again and again"

"So what did you tell Chris?"

"I just said that we needed to talk about this when we were both sober. I mean he could wake up and forget he even said any of this to me last night"

"Would you still bring it up if he does forget?"

"I don't know Ma, i don't know what to do"

"Only you can answer that, i can't tell you the right thing to do here baby. All i know is that you have loved that man since i can remember, even when he left and broke your heart you still loved him"

"You love who you love right?.... i just feel like an idiot" i mumbled picking at the sleeve of Chris's coat nervously.

"You're not an idiot"

"I feel like one!"

"Just talk to him, take things slow.... maybe use this time together to get to know eachother again before you decide on anything. Also, just remember this effects Mason now"

"Thats what makes it worse ma" i quickly wiped away a tear that rolled down my face, Dodger came over putting his face in my lap and i smiled as i scratched behind his ear. When i looked up my breath caught when i saw Chris slipping out the sliding door and heading my way.

"Shit, he's coming over.... i gotta go Ma. I'll call you later"

"Okay sweetheart, good luck.... deep breaths, i love you"

"Love you too, bye".

I locked my phone and placed it on the table before wrapping Chris's coat tighter around me. Dodger spotted Chris and went bounding over to him excited to see him up and about.

"Morning, you're up early" he said before sitting in the chair beside me.

"Morning, i couldn't sleep. Thought id call my mom to check in"

"All the way out here?"

"Its early i didn't want to wake anyone up" i shrugged picking up my tea taking a mouthful.

"You sure thats all it was?"

"Mmhmmm"

"You're not hiding from me after last night?" He raised his eyebrows at me questioningly.

"So you remember what you said last night?"

"Of course, i wasn't that drunk" he scoffed reaching for my tea and helping himself to a few mouthfuls.

"Im not hiding, just.... thinking"

"About?"

"About what the fuck i'm supposed to do!"

"Do you love me?" He suddenly asked making me look up at him, into those eyes.... damn him!

"What?"

"Do you still love me? Its a simple question babe"

"Its not a simple answer Chris" i shrugged "i mean of course i do but i just..... the way you treated me before.... how do i know that wont happen again?"

"It wont i promise! I know how bad i messed up...."

"You say that now but i can't help but worry about you changing your mind.

You broke my heart when you left me and now we have Mason to think about.... i don't want him getting hurt if this doesn't work out again".

"So your answer's no? You wont give me a second chance?" He asked sadly his eyes tearing up, i forgot how emotional he could get.

"Maybe we should just spend this time together, get to know each other again and go from there?" I said taking my mom's advise.

"So you're not ruling it out completely? Its not a hard no?"

"Im saying maybe, just... baby steps" i smiled over at him and he nodded smiling back at me as he reached over and took my hand.

"I promise you i wont let you down again, i wanna be the man you deserve and the dad that Mason deserves"

"Id like that a lot, even though i hated you for what you did... i still missed you"

"I know, i missed you too"

"Lets go in im freezing" i said getting up, Chris was suddenly standing and pulling me into his arms holding me tight.

"Chris..." i mumbled into his chest as my hands landed on his waist.

"Im sorry i just needed to hold you"

I sighed and wrapped my arms around him... as nervous as this made me it felt so good to be in his arms again.

"I'll make things right again i promise" he mumbled pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

The weeks were flying by and we were all still in lockdown, it was now May and there was no sign of anything changing just yet.

Chris was doing a lot of online interviews to promote his new show 'Defending Jacob', when these video chats took place Scott and I made sure to take Mason to another part of the house so he wouldn't interrupt.

Things with Chris and I had been going good, we wouldn't act any differently around Mason but once he was in bed we'd snuggle on the sofa.... we'd shared a few kisses here and there but thats as far as it had gone.

"Mom can we take Dodger for a walk?" Mason came running in from the backyard with Dodger diving on the sofa next to me.

"You better go ask your dad buddy"

"Dad!!!!" Mason yelled loudly making me laugh.

"Why are you yelling?? i'm right here" Chris said walking in from the kitchen with coffee's. Mason chuckled cuddling up to me suddenly going all silly.

"Why you getting all shy?" I asked as i run my fingers through his hair.

"I don't know" he mumbled hiding his face against me, Chris sat down next to him and picked him up pulling him into his lap.

"Whats up pal? Why was you calling me?"

"Mom said i had to ask you if we can take Dodger for a walk"

"Sure we can! Why don't you go get your shoes on and grab Dodgers leash while your mom and i finish our coffee then we'll go"

"Yes!! thank you dad!" Mason wriggled down from Chris's lap and run upstairs to the room he'd been staying in.

"Maybe it'll wear him out enough that he has a nap, kid has too much energy!" I said looking over at Chris.

"He loves walking Dodger thats all"

"So do i but not this much! Poor Dodge is probably begging for a rest!"

"He's fine, we'll just walk up the road a bit throw the ball around... we don't have to be gone long"

"I guess"

"You coming with us?"

"Yeah why not".

We walked Dodger as promised and let him and Mason run around playing fetch. Chris took me by surprise by grabbing hold of my hand pulling me close enough to kiss me.

"Hey! We said not in front of Mace...."

"He's not looking its fine" he laughed "so, i was thinking maybe you could stay in my room tonight?"

"And what if Mason catches us??"

"We'll say we're having a sleepover" he smirked.

"You're terrible!"

"You didn't say no though" he wriggled his eyebrows at me.

"I didn't say yes either. Mace, come on Bud we're heading back" i called out stepping away from Chris even though all i wanted to do was pounce on him!

As i looked over to where Mason and Dodger were playing i spotted a familiar car parked across the street outside of the gated area.

"You've got to be shitting me....."

"Whats wrong?"

"Thats Brian's car out there"

"What?!!! Are you sure?"

"Yeah"

"Im gonna kick this guys ass i swear to god...." Chris said as he started to storm towards Brian, i quickly grabbed his arm pulling him back.

"Lets just go back inside, call the police. I don't want you getting into trouble over that jackass. Just get Mason and Dodger and lets go. He cant get in here"

"Okay.... okay lets go" he whistled for Dodger who came bounding over followed by an out of breath Mason and we walked back up to the house locking ourselves safely inside while Chris called and reported Brian.

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dripkingpetey · 4 years ago

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love-e.pettersson

ive been working on this for a few days and im kinda proud of it! would love some feedback from you or requests for other story lines, i promise i’ll stop doing the friends to lovers storylines haha. i also accidentally deleted this and i was so sacred i couldnt get it back but here it is! i hope you enjoy.

*lowercase intended!*

2.2k words

he loves you, you know that right?

“why did you drag me here, i really don’t like hockey and you know that.” you said as you sighed to your bestfriend lucie while she pulls you down to your seats in rogers arena.

“i know you don’t.” lucie said with a bright smile on her face. “but, you’re gonna learn to like it.” you look at her in confusion. “so, this is your way of torturing me as if you don’t already torture me enough by bringing me to parties.” you said while sitting down and looking at the players who are starting to get on the ice. “maybe.” lucie said with a wide grin and a mischievous look on her face before puck drop starts.

you’ve never been big on hockey, which is surprising considering you have lived in vancouver your whole life and your family is super big hockey fans. you also aren't the most extroverted person. sure, you’d go out to bars sometimes but mostly just with your close friends.

“what part of this sport do you even like?” you said as the game is going into the third period the canucks are now up 4-1 against the opposing team which you don’t even really know who they are. “well, if I’m being honest some of them are really hot but mostly cause of the sport.” you scoffed at her response. “none of them are hot from where i can see.” lucie looked at you with a shocked look. “oh you’ll get it once you get to know the players more.” you give her a confused look and put your full attention back to the game.

canucks ended up winning the game 5-2, lucie was very happy about it and you could tell cause she wanted to go out for a couple drinks and you didn’t want to say no so you agreed to go.

you had been at the bar for about twenty minutes and lucie was already gone which isn’t surprising, she was probably sleeping with some guy right now.

you started to panic a little when a creepy old dude came up to you and started hitting on you. “hey pretty girl, want to come home with me?” he started putting his hand on your arm which was resting on the table. you look around for lucie in panic but she’s no where to be found.

you then feel a pair of arms sneak around your waist and you get even more freaked out.

“hey babe, sorry i was gone for so long.” elias says to you with a smile but then proceeds to give the creepy dude the alien death stare which worked. after the dude leaves elias faces you and starts speaking. “sorry i touched you like that, it looked like you were alone and that guy was creeping you out so i thought you could use some help.” he shoots an apologetic smile at you.

“its okay,” you give him a smile back. “thank you a lot actually, i have no idea where my friend went.” you take another look around the bar before looking back and him.

“i’m elias by the way.” he smiles at you while holding his hand out for you to shake it. “y/n.” you say before shaking his hand.

“so elias, what are you doing in this bar on a thursday night?” you gesture for him to sit down next to you. “if i told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” elias lets out a soft laugh while sitting down across from you. “tell me, i wanna know.” elias sighs lightly before he starts speaking again. “i’m with them,” he gestures over to brock, jake, quinn, thatcher and troy. you look over to see them all waving at you and laughing at elias, you laugh softly and wave back at the before turning your attention back to elias. “ah, so i’m guessing you’re on the canucks?”

elias lets out a nervous laugh. “yeah, why don’t we go somewhere else where the boys aren’t up my ass?” you take another sip out of your drink. “i would love to.” he holds out his hand for you and as you guys walk out you can hear the guys chirping, but when you look over to elias you can see him giving the death stare to the boys and it makes you laugh. “you have a scary death stare jeez.” elias leads you to his car. “that’s surprisingly what the fans love me for.” he smiles at you before opening the car

door for you.

“…and that’s all what led me to being on the canucks.” elias said to you while eating a chip out of the chip bowl you had prepared. it had been a couple hours since you guys left the bar and went back to your apartment, you don’t know why but it felt like you and elias had such a strong bond already that you both felt like you can talk for hours and hours and never get tired of each other, he felt the same way too. “jeez, i kinda sound like a douche. i’ve been talking about myself all night, please tell me more about you.” elias said to you while you laughed at his words.

“it’s all good, i’ve been the one asking questions anyways.” you smiled while responding to him. “no seriously, tell me something about you before i have to go which i really don’t want to by the way.”

you look at the time and realize its almost twelve am so you proceed to give him a quick response. “well, i’ve lived in vancouver my whole life. and i’m currently going to ubc as a nursing student.” you smiled at his now very amused face.

“see, that’s something i wouldn’t have known if you didn’t say it,” he laughs a little before he finishes his sentence. “can i get your number? i have practice early tomorrow morning but i’m free for the rest of the day if you want to hang out.”

you smile at his words and take his phone from him. “of course you can, i’m free tomorrow too just give me a call.” you said while handing his phone back to him after you’ve entered your number. elias gives you a wide grin and you both get up so you could walk him to the door. “goodnight elias.” you look up at him with a smile as he’s standing in the doorway. “goodnight y/n, sweet dreams.” he said and then started to walk down the hallway towards the elevator. “pettersson!” you called out at him and he turns around confused. “text me when you get home.” he gives you the thumbs up and you close your door and head to bed.

no ones ever shown this much attention to elias before, at least no one he’s truly cared about.

he smiled to himself on his drive home cause he was excited to text you again.

*contact name changed to “y/n<3”*

text message to y/n<3:i just got home, thank you for the awesome night :).

it’s been a couple weeks since you and elias had met at the bar, you basically hung out with each other anytime you could.

you were each others best friends at this point, sure the guys would make fun of elias for being in love with you but you couldn’t see it, elias knows he has some feelings for you but he wasn’t sure about it yet. he also didn’t want to risk the amazing friendship you guys had started.

“hey, are you coming to the game tonight?” elias asked over the phone to you.

you let out a sigh before you start speaking. “i’ll try, schools been really hard lately but i should be able to finish studying tonight.” elias could hear the tiredness in you voice and it hurt him to see you like this. “y/n, its okay. you don’t have to try and make it, focus on school its way important. you have many more games of mine that you can watch.” he left out a soft chuckle at the end of his sentence.

“i’ll still try though, i’ll give you a text if i can make it.” you said to him as you looked at the last large text book you had to read through and look at the giant pile of coffee cups surrounding your desk.

“okay, love you, i gotta go.” “love you too e, good luck.” you both quickly exchanged goodbyes as you started reading your last text book. you knew there was no way you were going to be able to make it to his game tonight and you felt really bad, you sighed it off as you put your attention back to studying and occasionally looking at the canucks game that was now playing on your tv.

the game had ended, canucks lost by one but petey is a sore loser so obviously he was sad, which made him show up at your apartment, he brought pizza from your favourite place downtown.

you were passed out on the couch though, which resulted in elias having to pull out his spare key and sneaking into your apartment.

“elias?” you mumbled out as you felt him sit next to where you were laying on the couch, he motioned for you to lay you head on his lap and you did.

“hey sleepy girl, i brought our favourite pizza.” he said to you with a smile. no matter how bad of a day elias was having, you could always make him smile.

you positioned your head so you’re now facing up at him and you give him a big smile. “thank you, can we snuggle and watch a movie?” elias starts rubbing your cheek softly. “of course we can y/n.”

the night ended with you and elias falling asleep on the couch together while watching a movie he had picked out, you both forgot about all the stress from today and just enjoyed the moment.

“he loves you, you know that right?” brock said to you as he came by and sat next to you.

it was the start of summer, tanev decided to host a little barbecue for the whole team before everyone left vancouver and went back to their home towns for the summer.

you were sitting in the backyard watching elias talk to huggy. “what?” you said to brock with confusion. “no he doesn’t.”

brock scoffed at your response. “dude, you can’t be serious. how do you not see it.”

you thought about what brock said for awhile before you gave him a response. “does he talk about me?” you looked at brock while taking a sip of your drink.

“does he talk about you? of course he fucking does y/n, all the time. especially when you don’t show up to our games, it’s worse when we’re on the road.”

you smile to yourself at what brock said.

you were quite tipsy by the end of the night and elias didn’t want to let you go home alone, so you spent the night at his place.

“elias?” you said in your sweet drunken tone as you both settled into his bed, and you faced your body in his direction.

“yes?” he said while playing with your hair softly.

“brock said something to me earlier,” you said while pulling your body close to his.

“of course he did,” he said with a sigh. “what’d he say this time?”

“apparently you talk about me a lot?” you said with a soft laugh and your fingers now tracing up and down his back.

“yeah, yeah i do. i talk shit about you all the time.” he says sarcastically knowing where this conversation was going.

“hey!” you said as you playfully punched him. “i was going to do something but i guess not anymore.” you said with a huff.

he lifts your chin up to face him. before you knew it you guys were kissing each other, it was a soft, long and sweet kiss.

elias pulled away with a big grin on his face and you did too. you talked to each other for the rest of the night, you ended up falling asleep before elias did but he did too shortly after.

you woke up to the smell of elias making waffles, you hugged him from behind and he didn’t even notice you were awake until you did that.

“it smells really good,” you said to elias before kissing his cheek and begging for him to hug you.

he pulls you into his grip and whispers in your ear. “do you wanna go to sweden with me for the summer?”

you look up at him with slight shock. “yeah, why not.” you said to him with a smile and he gets very excited and spins you around, you kiss for awhile until you smell something burning and you pull away.

“shit.” elias mumbles as he deals with the burnt waffles and you’re both laughing your asses off.

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grantyort · 4 years ago

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Prelude IV: Relight

Post-Surgery: DAY ONE

[Sean sits in the hospital bed, legs crossed, staring into space when he hears a familiar voice.]

Joey: Sean, Sean Diaz? Well damn. I never thought I’d see your sorry ass again!

Sean: Geez Joey. Is that how you talk to all your patients?

Joey: Just the ones I like.

[Sean chuckles]

Joey: C’mere big man.

[Joey gives Sean a big bear hug]

Sean: How’ve you been Joey?

Joey: Can’t complain. These days, they got me up in hospice care. You’re probably the first person I’ve seen today that didn’t need their bedpans changed.

Sean: Sounds terrible.

Joey: It’s all not all bad. Lot of these folks have stories that you wouldn’t believe. One of my patients has lived through five wars and two depressions, tells me I’m a credit to my race.

Sean: Yeesh.

Joey: (shrugs) She means well. It’s almost flattering compared to some of the stuff I’ve heard. Been on this job almost ten years now, some people still treat me like I have no idea what I’m doing.

Sean: That sucks Joey.

Joey: Yeah... Anyway, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself. From what I heard, this procedure cost a small fortune. You must have friends in high places.

Sean: Yeah, something like that.

Joey: And no guard at the door this time. I assume everything got cleared up with the police? Not planning to make a break for it again are ya?

Sean: Nah, no daring escapes this time.

Joey: Good. I don’t think I’d survive another blow to the head.

Sean: Listen Joey I’m really sorry-

Joey: (laughs) Relax Sean! I’m just messing with you! It’s ancient history as far as I’m concerned. Say, did you ever end up finding that brother of yours?

Sean: Yeah. He’s actually coming to visit me tomorrow.

Joey: Can’t wait to meet him!

Sean: Famous last words.

Joey: So… what you been up to these days?

Sean: Mostly just cramming for the SATs, drawing, listening to music. Normal teenage shit.

Joey: That’s good to hear. I was worried about you man. You went AWOL after the hospital. I got police and Feds breathing down my neck for weeks. Then a month later, I hear about a couple of kids trying the border to Mexico on the news.

Sean: Sorry I never reached out. I just didn’t want to get you more involved than you already were-

Joey: You made the right call. They questioned me for hours. My apartment was filled with G-men, my girlfriend was freaked. I honestly thought she was going to dump my ass.

Sean: I’m really sorry Joey.

Joey: Don’t sweat it Sean, it was for a good cause. Besides, everything worked out in the end.

Sean: Yeah I noticed, how long have you been-

Joey: Almost a year now. We’re expecting our first baby in the summer.

Sean: Congratulations dude!

Joey: Thanks, but honestly, I’m kinda nervous, don’t think I’m ready to be a father.

Sean: You’ll be a great dad, Joey. You’re awesome at taking care of people.

Joey: You’re damn right. Speaking of which, we should probably take a look at that eye of yours.

[Joey takes off the bandage and gives Sean’s eye a thorough examination]

Joey: Well it looks a helluva lot better than the last time I saw it.

Sean: That’s good to hear. I wasn’t sure it would work.

Joey: Well it’s too early to say if your vision will fully recover. But at the very least you won’t have to walk around with a patch anymore.

Sean: Good. It’s hard enough finding a prom date let alone one that’s willing to go with a pirate.

Joey: Still with the pirate jokes huh? Hopefully, you’ll have to write some new material after this.

[Joey applies a new bandage on Sean’s eye]

Joey: And you’re all set. Now as much as I love our talks, I gotta make my rounds. Buzz me if you need me.

Sean: Later Joey.

Joey: See ya tomorrow Sean.

[Joey leaves the room. Sean turns to look out the window. The door shoots open, and a small figure comes bursting in.]

Daniel: Sean!

[He jumps onto the bed and into Sean’s arms]

Stephen: (out-of-breath) Sorry, I tried to stop him, but he outran me.

Sean: You okay Stephen?

Stephen: I am… just need a minute to catch my breath. The old ticker ain’t what it used to be- I need to sit down.

Daniel: Take it easy grandpa.

Sean: What are you doing here, enano? I wasn’t expecting you guys until tomorrow.

Daniel: I made grandpa book an earlier flight. I just couldn’t wait!

[he hugs Sean again]

Sean: Haha easy. I just had surgery, remember?

Daniel: Oh right, s-sorry.

[There’s a brief flash, followed by a shutter click]

Sean: What’re you doing, gramps?

Stephen: Oh nothing, just commemorating the moment. Thanks to your brother, I finally got the hang of this newfangled smartphone camera.

Daniel (whispering): He had it stuck on selfie mode for days. Anyway, did it go? Is your eye…

Sean: I mean… it’s not 100% yet but I can sort of see again.

Daniel: T-that’s awesome! Can I see it?

Sean: Dude last time I showed you my eye, you almost cried. Besides, the doctors say I still need to keep the bandage on for a bit, while it heals.

Daniel: Right. That makes sense. Oooh this room looks cool. Do they have Netflix or a Playbox?

Sean: It’s a hospital, dude.

Daniel: Lame.

Sean: So catch me up. Did I miss anything interesting at home?

Daniel: Nah… Chris is still on that fishing trip with his dad so there’s no one to hang out with. Oh I almost forgot. He made you this card. Isn’t it awesome?

[Daniel gives Sean a hand-drawn “get-well-soon” card from Chris]

Sean: Yeah. It’s pretty cool. We can have Claire put it up when we get back.

Daniel: Grandma’s still in that feud with the lady from church.

Sean: Which one was that again?

Daniel: Agnes, the one who gives off major Lisbeth-vibes. She says grandma stole her casserole recipe for the church bake-sale. Lying bitch.

Stephen: Language!

Sean: Maybe one of us should try to smooth things over before it gets nasty.

Stephen: Hell hath no fury… lemme tell ya. I’ve been married to your grandmother long enough to know once that woman sets her mind on something… there’s no stopping her. Best to just let things run their course.

Sean: Claire can get a little… passionate sometimes. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen her lose her temper for real.

Stephen: There’s a fire in that woman. It’s part of the reason I married her. Just pray she never turns it on you. I hope I’ll never live to see that day, god willing.

[Sean notices Daniel circling the hospital bed, pressing his hand on various parts of the mattress]

Sean: (laughs) What are you doing, enano?

Daniel: Just trying to figure which side of the bed I want to sleep on tonight.

Sean: Dude. There’s no way this bed’s gonna fit both of us.

Daniel: The one in Mom’s trailer was way smaller!

Sean: Yeah well… you were a lot smaller back then.

Stephen: They have a nice area for visitors down the hall.

Daniel: But I want to stay with Sean!

Sean: I guess I could ask Joey to bring in a couch or something.

Daniel: Who’s Joey?

Sean: The nurse who took care of me after the accident. I told you about him, remember?

Daniel: Oh right! I can’t wait to meet him!

DAY TWO

Joey: How are we doing today? Any headaches, dizziness, socket pain?

Sean: Nah it’s all good. Still getting used to having depth perception again. It’s kinda weird.

Joey: You’ll get used to it. Anything else to report?

Sean: Nothing major. I’ve just been having some really weird dreams.

Joey: We have a psychiatrist on-site if you need a professional to talk to.

Sean: Nah it’s alright, probably just the drugs messing with my brain.

Joey: Well your vitals look good. We’ll go over some basic tests. You know the drill.

(Sean covers his right eye and tries to read the chart. Joey then shines a light and asks him to follow along. Finally, he asks Sean to put the cap back on the pen.)

Joey: You passed with flying colors. The doctor will be in for a final exam tomorrow and then we can discharge you.

Sean: (sarcastically) Too bad, I was ready to become the first Mexican pirate to attend college. So much for being a trailblazer.

Joey: Good to see you haven’t lost that snarky-ass sense of humor.

Joey: Anyway, I’m taking my lunch now. Want me to get you anything from the cafeteria? Wait… don’t tell me. Chocolate pecan?

Sean: You know it.

Joey: I met your brother in the hall. Cute kid.

Sean: (deadpans) Give it a few days. Then see if you get a “second opinion.”

Joey: He does seem a little… “energetic”. But that’s normal for kids his age.

Sean: Yeah one minute I’m his favorite person in the world. The next, he’s off doing God knows what, and doesn’t want me “bossing him around”. You know how it is.

Joey: Can’t say I do. Grew up in a house with three older sisters. Guess I must have been the annoying one. Daniel’s lucky to have you looking out for him. Must be tough sometimes.

Sean: Oh you have no idea.

[Joey claps Sean’s shoulder, he feels a jolt shooting up his spine, everything goes white]

(Sean sees a door marked: “Miranda A. Connolly, Hospital Director”)

Connolly: You’ve been a valuable asset to this hospital. Stellar feedback from all of your patients and attendings.

Joey: I sense a “but” coming.

Connolly: But, given the dubious circumstances surrounding your transfer and your past involvement with the law. The Board thinks it might be better for one of the other nurses to take this spot.

Joey: Please. I’ve got a kid on the way. We just bought our first house. Can you at least consider bumping up my pay? I haven’t gotten a real raise since I started here. There are kids coming out of nursing school that make what I make!

Connolly: The hospital has limited resources as it is, and the State just slashed our funding again. I just can’t justify raising anyone’s salary right now.

Joey: I break my back for this hospital, work extra shifts, get to know the patients. You promised me at the annual review that I’d-

Connolly: That was before this new information came to light. I’m sorry Joseph, maybe next year.

[Sean snaps out of his trance]

Joey: Sean? Sean are you okay?

Sean: Sorry, Guess I spaced out. Must just be the medication.

Joey: I can have the doctor come by and adjust your dosage.

Sean: I’m fine Joey. I swear. Weren’t you about to take lunch?

Joey: Oh right. We’ll pick this up later.

[Joey leaves the room, looking slightly puzzled.]

Sean: (thinking) W-what what was that? A dream? But It felt so… real.

[Sean takes out his phone and enters the name of the hospital, He finds their website. Under the ‘About’ section he scrolls to the Executive team bio. There is a photo of the woman he saw in the vision followed by a small blurb]

“Miranda A. Connolly is the President and Chief Director of Mt. Cedar General Hospital. She was appointed back in 2016 as Associate Director and has since made ground-breaking changes to the field of medicine and medical care. Under her leadership, this hospital was able to expand greatly, hiring new diverse staff members and vastly improving quality of care for all its patients.”

Sean: (thinking) Holy shit… it’s real. Does that mean I…?

Daniel: Hey Sean! What you looking at?

Sean: Dude! Don’t sneak up on me like that!

Daniel: I wasn’t sneaking. I was practicing my stealth!

Sean: Yeah sure.

Daniel: Are you looking at the new Playbox Pro? My birthday is right around the corner you know.

Sean: Birthday? It’s still January!

Daniel: Never too early to start preparing.

Sean: (rolling eyes) Yeah cuz everything’s always about you.

Daniel: Oooh I bet you were watching those dirty videos again. I’m tellin’ grandpa!

Sean: Hey hands off my phone you little-

[Daniel tries to grab Sean’s phone. Sean wrests his hand away. There is another a jolt]

[Daniel stands in front of the vending machine, staring at the jumbo chock-o-crisp. He looks around to check that the coast is clear. Then he waves his hand causing the chock-o-crisp to fall off the rack and into the dispenser slot.He gleefully retrieves it and devours the candy bar in a matter of seconds]

Sean: Dude, I told you not to eat any more chock-o-crisps! Do you want another trip to the dentist?

Daniel: What are you talking about? I haven’t had one in weeks!

Sean: Yeah sure. So you didn’t pig out at the vending machine before coming in here?

Daniel: How did you-

Sean: Maybe I have magic powers or maybe… you’ve still got crumbs on your collar.

Daniel: Aw, damn it. Promise you won’t tell grandpa.

Sean: Oh so you can tell on me but I can’t tell on you?

Daniel: (smugly) Exactly.

Sean: C’mere ya little shit!

Daniel: Sean stop! Ha that tickles. Quit it!

(After their little bout, Daniel curls up next to Sean, resting his head on Sean’s lap. Sean ruffles Daniel’s hair absentmindedly)

Sean: You ever wish you were… you know “normal” again?

Daniel: You mean not have my powers? Nah. They’re a part of me now. Besides, being normal is overrated.

Sean: (chuckles) I guess it is. But do you ever get that feeling like you thought you wanted something for a really long time but when you finally get it, it nothing like you thought it’d be?

Daniel: Uhhh… you mean like how I begged grandma to get me a PlayBox Live Subscription, but then the exclusives turned out to be shit? And now I have to act like I love it?

Sean: Yeah something like that.

Daniel: (yawns) Meh I’ll just ask for a gaming PC for my birthday.

Sean: Dude you’re like the greediest ten year-old I know.

Daniel: How many ten year-olds do you know?

Sean: Uh… just you and Chris.

Daniel: So, you want me to be more like Chris?

Sean: Wouldn’t hurt.

Daniel: (imitating Chris) “Only the purest of hearts may wield the power of Captain Spirit!”

Sean: Guess that rules you out.

Daniel: (playfully) Shut up.

DAY THREE

Doctor: Okay Mr.Diaz. I want you to follow the light. Look to your right, up and to the right. Good, good, excellent pupil response. Now look at the chart, cover your right eye and read this line.

Sean: Uh… A, O, E, P… T? Sorry I can’t really make out the last one.

Doctor: That’s okay, it takes time.

Doctor: Now this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I recommend that you wear a patch over your right eye. It’ll be temporary of course, just until you learn to see with your left eye again.

Sean: (laughs dryly) And here I thought my seafaring days were behind me.

Doctor: You know… pirate actually wore patches so their eyes could easily adjust to the darkness and see below deck- Sorry my son’s going through a pirate phase.

Sean: I know the feeling. My little brother’s been through every phase imaginable.

Doctor: Kids, you gotta treasure every moment. Because before you know it, they’ll be all grown up, ready to go off on their own. Look at me, rambling on. Anyway, I signed your discharged papers. They’ll schedule you for some outpatient care in the coming months.You’re almost ready to go.

Sean: Sounds good.

Doctor: And you’re sure you don’t want to get do something about that nasty scar? A good-looking kid like you, it would be a shame to-

Sean: That’s okay, I think I’ll keep it… as a reminder.

Doctor: Alright but if you ever change your mind, I could refer you to a great plastic surgeon.

Sean: Thanks Doc, for everything.

Doctor: The pleasure’s all mine, Mr.Diaz. The groundwork we laid here could help hundreds of other patients in the future. We are making history. Your nurse should be along in a moment to help you get discharged.

[Sean sits in quiet contemplation. Reflecting on his dreams and new “vision”]

Sean (thinking): Be careful what you wish for...

Joey: Looks like everything’s good to go. Remember to use your eye-drops-

Sean: Twice a day. Yeah Joey, I know.

Joey: Guess it’s goodbye again. Don’t be a stranger this time okay?

Sean: I won’t.

Joey: Here’s my number. Call me if ever need professional advice or just want to shoot the shit.

Sean: Thanks Joey. Let me know how everything goes with the baby.

Joey: Oh don’t you worry about that. Soon I’ll be blowing up your phone with pictures.

Sean: Haha can’t wait.

Joey: Now hospital policy says I gotta wheel your ass outta here. For liability reasons.

Sean: At least it’ll be a smoother exit than last time.

Joey: (laughs) Get in the chair smart-ass.

Beaver Creek, One Week Later

Sean: Okay, you ready?

Daniel: (takes deep breath) Alright. Show it to me.

Sean: So… how does it look?

Daniel: Looks… normal.

Sean: You almost sound disappointed. Were you expecting a bionic eye or something?

Daniel: No. I just… it looks good. I like the scar; makes you look extra tough.

Sean: You think so?

Daniel: Yeah… totally badass!

Sean: Thanks, enano.

Daniel: You need a new codename, like Scarred Wolf or Deadshot Diaz!

Sean: Let’s leave the nicknames up to Chris.

Daniel: Hey! I make up awesome names too!

Sean: Whatever you say,“Superwolf”

#life is strange 2 #life is strange #sean diaz #daniel diaz #captain spirit #chris eriksen #stephen reynolds #lis2 #captain spirit ww #joey peterson

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oboevallis · 4 years ago

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unexpected pt 5

“No it’s too early.” Amelia said sitting up in the hospital bed.

“We tried the Terbutaline, and it didn’t work. It’s going to be fine though, your 34 weeks almost 35. We’ve got this.” Carina reassuringly told the scared neurosurgeon. “We’re going to take you up for a c-section in a couple of minutes.”

“It’s going to be okay, Mia.” Link kissed his girlfriends sweaty forehead.

“Call Maggie or Meredith or someone, see if someone wouldn’t mind taking Scout.” Amelia asked her boyfriend on the verge of tears.

“Already taken care of, my parents are with him.”

“When did they get here?”

“This afternoon they were coming in to have dinner with us. They’re gonna stay with Scout for a little bit cause it seems like we’re going to be in the NICU with the baby.”

“Oh god.” Amelia groaned anxiously, she just wanted her baby to be fine.

“Amelia, look at me.” Link gently moved her chin with his hand so she was looking at him. “Our baby’s going to be perfectly fine.”

“Are we ready?” Carina asked coming back into the room ready to take them up to the OR.

“No.” A nervous Amelia responded.

“It’s going to be just fine.” Carina said, wheeling the bed out of the room.

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“Grandma!” Scout happily exclaimed running towards her.

“Hey.” She reciprocated the hug the little boy was giving her. “How are you?”

“Good.” Scout happily responded as his grandmother sighed him out of daycare.

“Good, I’m going to take you home. I think grandpa is making dinner. And maybe we’ll get some ice cream afterwards.” Maureen told her grandson whilst picking him up to take him back to his house.

“Yay!” The boy exclaimed. “Want to play dinosaurs when we get home?”

“Sure. We can do that.” The walk back to the house was non eventful, Scout told his grandmother all the dinosaur facts he could list off the top of his head.

“Just in time dinners ready.” Eric announced once the pair walked into the kitchen.

“Good, I’m sure your hungry. Right Scout?” Maureen asked the small boy.

“Yep.” Scout happily replied jumping up onto his usually chair. He was quite content, especially that no one was talking about the supposed new baby coming soon.

“So are you excited for the new baby? They’ll be here tonight probably.” Eric told his grandson. Scout stopped the fork from going into his mouth and slammed it down onto the plate.

“No, baby still has to be in mommy’s belly. Daddy said a couple of more Mondays.” Scout announced crossing his arms.

“Well that was what was supposed to happen, but the baby wanted to come early. You’ll love it.” Eric tried to explain.

“No.”

“Well, how about we finish our meal.” Maureen tried to change the subject.

“No thank you.”

“You need to eat bud, you barely ate.”

“Okay.” Scout replied back bitterly. He did not want a new baby, he thought he still had enough time to convince his parents to give the baby away.

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“You like what you see?” Amelia sarcastically asked her boyfriend in reference to her open abdomen.

“Always.” Her boyfriend smirked kissing her temple. He watched as Carina took the baby out and clamped the umbilical cord. Passing the baby over to Hayes quietly, attentively trying to repair excessive bleeding.

“Why aren’t they crying?”

“Why is she bleeding so much?”

Amelia and Link asked at the same time.

“Well, Amelia it looks like your placenta has ruptured.” Carina responded trying to stay focused, she’d never lost a patient and she wasn’t going to start with a good friend.

“I’m going to take your baby up to the NICU. Everything is as expected we’ll put her on a breathing tube and go from there. Congratulations.” Hayes told the scared couple as he wheeled the baby out of the OR.

“Ha, it’s a girl.” Amelia said through tears. “Go, go, go. Go be with her.”

“No, I’m staying right here.” Link affirmed, he was starting to get more and more nervous when he realized Carina was having difficultly stopping the bleeding. Which his girlfriend seemed to be totally oblivious too.

“I’ll be just fine, go be with her.” Amelia told her boyfriend drowsily as she started to skip in to unconsciousness.

“Carina? What’s the issue? Stop the freaking bleeding!” Link yelled starting to panic.

“Out of my OR Link.” Carina bit back, starting to get stressed. She didn’t need a terrified parent watching her every move, nonetheless a surgeon.

“Nooo way, I’m staying.” Link affirmed, until a scrub nurse directed him out of the OR. “I love you Mia!”

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The scrub nurse directed him off the OR floor. He didn’t want to go up to the NICU, he wanted them to meet their baby together. So he found himself in the plant room. Their room, where it seemed all their most important and intimate moments happened. It took him a minute to realize his phone was ringing before picking it up.

“Hey mom.” A monotone Link answered.

“Everything okay?” Maureen asked getting concerned with her sons tone.

“No Amelia’s still in the OR probably bleeding to death. And the baby’s in the NICU, I don’t even know what’s happening.”

“Do you want me to come up there and sit with you? Or maybe it’ll help if you go see the baby.”

“No, it’s fine. How’s Scout?”

“Oh, he’s good. A little bit of a fight with dinner but he ate.”

“He ate something other than Dino nuggets?” Link chuckled into the phone.

“Yeah he did.” Maureen chuckled along with her son. “A little upset that you two aren’t here, but he’s content at the moment playing dinosaurs with your father.”

“Good. When you put him to bed make sure he has the night light on and the sound machine. He won’t be able to sleep so he’ll just turn on the lights and start playing.”

“Will do. I don’t mean to pry but are you going to tell me anything about my new grand baby?”

“I don’t really know anything, I can’t go see her without Amelia. I just can’t do this without Amelia mom. What if something happens and I’m alone with two kids?”

“Link, Amelia’s a fighter. And of worst comes to worst you’ve got us but that’s not going.m to happen.” Link just hummed in response until Maureen broke the silence. “So it’s a girl?”

“Oh yeah, I haven’t really seen her yet. I already know she’s a little carbon copy of Mia though.”

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“Baby.” Amelia groggily said.

“Hey your up.” Link smiled closing the magazine he was reading and coming to her side.

“How’s my baby?”

“Good, good. Mer is upstairs with her. We can go see her in a little bit when your less groggy. She’s on the vent, but apparently she’s looking pretty good. She’s going to be just fine.” Link smiled leaning down to kiss his girlfriend.

“Apparently? You mean you haven’t seen her?” Amelia asked her boyfriend confused.

“Yeah, I wanted to meet her with you.”

“She’s been alone for hours?” Amelia asked accusingly starting to get upset.

“Mer and Maggie have been with her. She not alone.”

“Yeah and she probably thinks they’re her mothers. God Link! I told you to go be with her!” The neurosurgeon was starting to get herself into a state, deeply upset with her boyfriend.

“Amelia, I’m sorry I just couldn’t. Not without you.”

“Your an idiot. An absolute idiot.” Amelia huffed tears stinging in her eyes. “How’s Scout?”

“He’s good, hopefully in bed by now.”

“Take me to go see her.” Amelia sat up in the hospital bed cautious of her major abdominal injury.

“Amelia, that’s not a a great idea.” Link told his girlfriend, only to be given a death glare. “I’ll go find a wheelchair.”

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A couple days had passed, and the pair was doing much better, Amelia’s injury healing as it should, and their unnamed daughter was getting stronger by the day.

“Look who came to see his baby sister.” Link happily whispers shouted with their son in his arms, squiring a dollop of hand sanitizer into their hands.

“Hey my little guy.” Amelia smiled taking her hands from inside the incubator and reaching them out for her son. Showering him in kisses. “I missed you sooo much.”

“Me too.” Scout responded snuggling deeper into his mothers embrace, that had been the longest they’d ever been apart.

“There’s your baby sister.” Amelia pointed into the clear incubator.

“She’s tiny.” Scout noted, observing all the wires coming from her. “She a robot?”

“No bud, she just needs those to help her out a bit and feel better.” Link answered after laughing at his sons prediction.

“What’s her name?” The small boy asked intrigued by the small baby.

“We don’t know yet. We have a couple of ideas what do you like? We’ve got Charlotte, Eleanor, Arabella, Addison, Sawyer.” Amelia listed off to her son.

“Addie.” Scout immediately said. “Starts with A , like mommy’s name and daddy’s name and my first name.”

“Huh, I never realized that.” Link noted. “Amelia, Atticus, Augustus, and Addison. I kinda like it.”

“Addison it is.” Amelia smiled to herself, thinking about how excited her old friend would react to hearing they’d name their daughter after her.

“And that S name for a middle name. She can be just like me. Since my name is Augustus Scout. she can be Addison...” Scout waited for someone to fill in the missing word.

“Sawyer.” His mother finished for him.

“Addison Sawyer.” Scout tried out, intently looking at the little baby. “Okay, not sad anymore.”

“Good I’m glad.” Amelia let out a sigh of relief kissing her sons forehead. Knowing her son was probably acting so nice while he was caught up in the moment and once the baby was up crying all night and stealing his toys it’d be a different story. “

Family of four.” Link smiled, leaning down to kiss his girlfriend and place a kiss on his sons forehead.

it’s been a hot minute since ive posted, ive started school back up and my boyfriend really said let’s break up so that’s fun, hope everyone is staying safe and is doing well

#baby amelink #atticus lincoln #amelink #amelia shepherd #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #marureen lincoln #eric lincoln #meredith grey #maggie pierce

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luckyfirerabbit · 5 years ago

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Jaune Doe: Pt 1

It was phoned in as a noise complaint, not unheard of in a busy city like Argus, but still a cruiser with a pair of officers was sent out to have a look if for no other reason than someone's peace of mind. Lie Ren and his partner, Nora Valkyrie, drew the short straw and were dispatched just before midnight.

It's a Sunday night and schools were in, so most of the neighborhoods were quiet and functionally traffic free at this hour, but Ren still drives like it's rush hour: both hands on the wheel and both eyes on the road with his back straight as a board. His partner, on the other hand, slouches a little with an elbow propped on the door to brace her jaw. She consciously resists the urge to prop her feet on the dash board, knowing Ren doesn't like it and not being in the mood for his trademark gentle lectures.

"So what do you think it is?" Nora asks, anything to break up the dull roar of the engine.

"The caller said it sounded like broken glass, but there was a lot of noise just after it. Might be a jumper."

"God, I hope not. I don't need that right now." Nora visibly cringes. "But they didn't see anything?"

Ren shakes his head, flipping the signal before turning through a quiet intersection. "They were out on their fire escape when it happened, said it sounded like a couple buildings down from them."

Nora shifts in her seat, sitting a little straighter but still looking uncomfortable when she settles. "I really hope it's not a jumper."

"I'll take point when we get there." that way, if it is, he'll see it first and she won't have to see it at all.

(--)

The fall was jarring, painful, worsening the state of his threadbare consciousness that makes him teeter on his bare, bloody feet that much more. There's glass in his hair, his hands, his heels, and he absently wipes at his chest in a reflexive attempt to tidy up. He blinks furiously, hands haphazardly rising in front of him as if to ward off obstacles that he can't possibly see. Everything is broken, blended, like the world is made of spiderwebs being simultaneously squashed together and pulled apart. His stomach lurches and he hits his knees, another shock of pain that does nothing to ground him.

He crawls then, still no thought towards his direction or destination, on that it's less painful this way. The dead heat in his throbbing brain keeps him unsteady, his shoulders and hips swaying like a lame animal's would. He tips against a wall of brick, jolting and whimpering at the awful, abrasive and unforgiving masonry. He's panting so hard, broken ribs struggling to contain his lungs and his speeding heart. But no amount of air is enough to quell the desperate clawing in his guts, the feeling like he's dying.

Somehow he pulls himself up, forgets that he even did it as those dragging seconds blink to the moment he realizes he's upright again. He's wiping at his front again, pushing off the buildings sharp corner and hobbling out of the shadowy alley and towards the curb. Just before stumbling into the street, headlights flash against him, seeming to carry its own sort of invisible force as he simply drop to the pavement. It was just too much, he couldn't take any more. When the singular bright light is joined by flashing red and blue ones, his arms flop across his eyes, but it isn't fast enough to stop him from throwing up.

The driver door on the police cruiser swings open, voices of a harried back and forth coming from the opening before the officer does. Ren puts his partner to task radioing dispatch before rounding the door to approach what looks like a man lying in the street. He had seen streaks of blood in the headlights, but he would have stopped regardless after seeing him collapse. For safety's sake he's pulling on latex gloves before kneeling down.

"Sir?" Ren tries, shying a little as the man lurches with a wet groan. "Sir, can you hear me?"

Maybe. Maybe not. Right now all he can focus on is the need to lay on his stomach. The asphalt is cool and he wants the chill in his skull.

"Sir, I'm officer Lie Ren of the Argus Police Department," he doesn't try to move him, much less touch him just yet, "can you tell me your name?"

Nope. That's burned right out of his head.

"Sir, I can see you're banged up pretty badly, my partner is calling for an ambulance, okay?"

The man flops on his back with another pained groan, eyes tight against the still too bright lights. Now Ren can see the glass and the blood on his face and the almost unnatural amount of sweat pouring over his skin. With a gentle hand keeping him still, Ren pulls the penlight from his breast pocket. "Sir, I need you to open your eyes for me. Just for a second."

He shakes against the command he barely understands. Something primitive in him knows eyes plus lights equals bad. Then there's one frantic burst of confusion as something touches his face, easing the lids apart and exposing him to a horrific instant of brightness that makes him shout out loud.

"I'm sorry, sir," Ren immediately removes his hand from the man's face, put keeps the one on his shoulder in place to stop him from thrashing. His now free hand touches the radio at his own shoulder. "Nora, please expedite those responders, his pupils are blown." Overdose, maybe. Is he our jumper? How did he make it out here like this? If it's drugs...what is he on? "Just take it easy, sir, help is coming."

(II)

Pyrrha Nikos scowls as she walks through the halls of the hospital, her scroll pressed between her cheek and shoulder so she can open the lounge door without missing a word from the other end of the line. Still listening she sets down her briefcase on one of the empty tables, her brow only seeming to tighten as she makes way for the communal refrigerator.

"You do remember what joint custody means, right?" her voice is both stern but hauntingly soft. "Do we need to go back to court?"

"Come on, Pyrrha, think about what that would do to Diana." shrugs a man's voice from the other end.

"If that's what you're worried about, maybe ask her what being kept away from me is doing. I get her on the weekends, judge's orders, and this will be the fifth weekend in a row you've kept her."

"What do you want me to say?"

"That's you'll stop this nonsense and adhere to the agreement."

"The judge wouldn't hear it the last time you filed a complaint, doubt that'll change."

Pyrrha's nostrils flare as she tries to tame herself. "Don't make me push any harder than I am already. This doesn't have to get ugly."

"That sounds an awful lot like a threat, Pyrrha. Be careful, or I'll have to tell the judge you're harassing me." The tone toes the line between smug and feigned concern.

"Cardin," she bites.

"Fine. You can pick her up tonight before I leave for work. If you're late she's going to my moms, and you can sort it out with her if you want."

Pyrrha exhales. "Thank you. I'll see you later." Then she frowns when there's nothing but a click from the other end. She'll buzz her lips, trying to push it down in the same way she pushes her scroll into her pocket.

"Piece of work, that one."

Pyrrha jumps, air hissing between her teeth in surprise. "Gods, Billy, I didn't see you."

The hulking, silver haired faunus chuckles as they lounge back in their chair. "Sorry to startle you."

Pyrrha laughs at herself a little as she tries to get back to what she was doing, which was making herself a cup of tea. "Are you usually here this early?"

"Had a special admission last night, had to stay late." They reach up to stretch, yawning. "I'm just waiting for Starborough's night report before I go home."

"Oh yeah? That bad, huh?"

"Bad enough to need both of us." they nod. Billy is head of security at Argus' Northwest Municipal Hospital and has been for more than a decade. "In fact, after I go over said report, it's going into the case file that will eventually be on your desk."

"Oh, you shouldn't have." Pyrrha grins, finding the tea bags and setting them out on the counter next to the water heater. "Can you give me anything right now? Kind of brief me?"

"I don't have much, but," they shift in their seat, propping one elbow on the table. "Your buddy cops brought in a guy, early to mid twenties, kinda noodly, no shoes, no shirt, no service; poor kid was strung out of his mind."

With her back to them, Pyrrha winces to herself.

"He was real dazed when he first got in, cooperative because he didn't know any better, I guess. Cut and bruised all to hell. But he got real mean when they tried to put an IV in him."

"Understandable, I mean," she turns, waiting for her water to heat up, "I hate needles too."

"Not like this you don't. It took me and Starborough and your buddy cops to keep him still enough for the coats to hook him up. Damn near climbed Starborough to get out of that bed."

"Gods have mercy." Pyrrha's eyes are wide and disbelieving. Sahv Starborough, a tusked faunus, was comparable in size to Billy, maybe wider in the middle but no less built. The two of them had nicknames: twin peaks, push and pull, double trouble, and that's just the one's that Pyrrha knows about. The idea that anyone could almost overpower either of them just seems ridiculous.

"But you know Sahv took it in stride, it's because of all the time she spends working with the little ones an the old folks." then Billy chuckles again. "But this guy literally had a hold of one tusk, and she's keeping it together enough to use her soft voice, you know?"

Pyrrha just nods, smiling, able to hear it in her head. Sir, I know you're upset, and that's okay, but I need you to let go of my face, please. She shakes her head, turning back to the water heater when it chimes. "I'm assuming, since you're here, that he eventually calmed down?"

"Not when I last checked, no." all the humor is gone from their voice now. "They had to strap him down so he didn't hurt himself, and they can't give him anything to mellow him out until they find out what's up with his blood work."

Pyrrha is quiet for a moment, dipping her teabag in the foam cup she pulled from the cabinet. Then she sighs. "Poor guy."

"Yeah. But maybe he dozed off on his own...it's been quiet down there for a couple hours."

"Here's hoping." She leaves the bag at the bottom of the cup to steep, then moves to retrieve her briefcase from the table. "You'll drop the file off when it's ready?"

"Sure." one curt nod followed by another yawn.

"And will you stay long enough to show me pictures of that beautiful baby of yours?"

Billy just blushes and grins, all teeth. "Yeah, sure. See you then, Nikos."

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threw this together in a couple hours, and in the meantime Wild Hunt is just sitting there mocking me. Probably will do more, just don’t expect a schedule.

#JNPR #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #rwby au #jaune doe

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ladyseaheart1668 · 5 years ago

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Endless Summer Book 4 : Daughter of Vaanu (Chapter 42)

Description: Alodia faces disappointment. Meanwhile, in Northbridge, Caleb finds himself in trouble.

Thank you to all my readers who show me such infinite patience when I don’t update for almost two months. I’m so sorry! ;_;

Tagging: @endlesshero1122 @mysteli @whatmcsaid @xo-endlessmayhem-xo @feartheendlesssummer @tigerbryn11

Chapter 42: Friendly Fire

Michelle

I am in Elyys'tel. I am concealed within a flower-draped marriage hut, naked in the arms of the man I love. Outside, the Vaanti city is cloaked in the tropical night, and the warm breezes that slip off the sea are trickling through the cracks in the hut's exterior. They hit my sweaty skin and I shiver a little, but Sean curls closer to me and pulls the blanket up to cover me.

“Well, Dr. Gayle. Here we are. Back in Elyys'tel.”

“Makes a change after a private jet and the luxury yacht,” I quip. “...But it's appropriate that we're here. ...We took the first steps towards healing the damage to our relationship here...”

“...This is the place where I fell in love with you all over again.”

“So soon?” I can't help grinning a little as I trail my forefinger over his chest. “I thought you spent most of our time here smitten with Alodia.”

He makes a face. “Am I ever gonna live that down? It was a passing crush, and you know it. She and I never would have worked.”

“No, you wouldn't have.” I kiss him. “She wouldn't have put up with half of your nonsense. And the half she let you get away with wouldn't have been very good for you.”

“Whereas you keep me firmly in my place.” He rolls toward me, cupping my cheek. “...Are you worried about her?”

“Aren't you?”

He shrugs, but his nonchalance is a little forced. “She's having a baby. Of course I'm worried. But you seem particularly distracted.”

I wince a little. “I...keep wanting to check my phone. See if they've sent news.”

He laughs. “Did you put your phone on silent?”

“...No.”

“I don't think we were loud enough that you wouldn't have heard it go off. Besides, they'll radio Seraxa if anything happens while we're here.”

I smile sheepishly. “They'll probably radio her anyway to check up on us.” I shake my head a little, clearing it. “Okay, you're right. Everything's under control and I'm not going to spend my whole honeymoon worrying.”

Sean grins, kissing me warmly. “That's my Michelle. Now, how about we head over to the village? Pretty sure I can hear the dinner horns sounding.”

Jake

I'm back in California the day before Alodia's appointment. I don't think she sleeps very well that night. I'm not sure if it's nerves, or if the baby is just making it hard for her to get comfortable, but I wake up several times to feel her shifting restlessly, and when I wake up in the morning, her side of the bed is already cooled.

I find her downstairs at the kitchen table, delicately eating a piece of toast with something green on top, a glass of orange juice beside her plate.

“What's that?”

“Avocado on toast.”

I chuckle. “With orange juice. Could you be any more California right now?”

She smirks back at me. “The orange juice is vegan.”

“Can orange juice be not-vegan?”

“Hell if I know. But this stuff is. Pretty sure the only way I could be more California right now is if I were smoking weed. But I don't think that'd be a good idea in my present condition.”

I make a face, shaking my head as I take the seat beside her. “I'm a little surprised that you're not having toast with peanut butter.”

She gives me a sheepish smile and holds up her toast to show me the edges. “What do you think I used to stick the avocado slices?”

I laugh. But then a thought occurs to me, and I feel my smile slip. “Is it okay for you to eat? With the procedure today?”

“They recommend I fast for six hours before hand. It's seven now, and the procedure's about three, so I think I'm good.” Abruptly, she puts down her toast and holds out her hand to me. I fold it between my palms and kiss her fingertips. “...You'll stay with me, won't you? While it's all going on?”

“You know I will. I won't leave your side for anything.”

“I'm scared, Jake.”

“'Course you are, Princess. Ain't no surprises there.” I scoot my chair closer so that I can reach out and stroke her cheek. “That's why I'm coming with you. Why I'll be there holding your hand the whole time. I don't think I can stop you being scared, but you won't be alone.”

This time, she's the one who scoots closer. Close enough that she can lean into my embrace. She lays her head on my chest, and I'm suddenly concerned she'll be able to hear how hard my heart is pounding. I don't want her to realize that I'm scared, too. She needs me to be strong right now. Anything I feel can wait.

* * *

We arrive at the hospital in the early afternoon. They want us there in case Alodia goes into labor during the procedure. They get her in a gown, and lend me a set of scrubs. Once we're changed, they run a battery of tests, checking on her and the baby before they give her an IV of something to make her uterus relax. We sit mostly in silence while we wait for the doctor to come back. I hold her hand and stroke her hair, and I think I murmur something comforting. At least, I hope it's comforting. She's smiling faintly at me while I mutter, but there's fear in her eyes, and it's making my heart ache.

When the doctor comes back, she's wearing a cheery smile. Her voice is bright as she asks how Alodia's doing, and if she's ready to start. Alodia puts on a brave face and says she's ready as her grip on my hand tightens. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles.

“You got this, Princess.”

“Not so sure I do, Top Gun,” she replies softly. “...This might be a moment where I have to let go.”

“Maybe,” I admit. “Just don't let go of me, okay? 'Cause I ain't letting go of you.”

“In case you haven't figured it out by now, McKenzie, I am never going to let you g-go...” Her breath catches and her grip tightens again as the doctor takes hold of her belly. I slip my free arm over her shoulders, leaning in close. She turns her head toward me, and I touch my brow to hers. We could be in for a couple hours of pushing and prodding. All I can do is let her feel me beside her.

Diego

Classes do a fairly good job of keeping me distracted so I don't spend the day worrying about Allie. But when I check my phone between lectures and see I have a missed call from Jake, I can't ignore the strong twinge of fear that lances through my belly. My breath feels a little shallow as I press the call-back button and put the phone to my ear. Jake answers before the second ring is complete.

“Hey, pup.”

“Hey...you called?”

“Yeah.” His voice is weary, and that concerns me. “Thought you might want an update.”

“From the sound of your voice, it doesn't sound like good news.”

“Alodia's fine,” he quickly assures me. “So's the baby. But they couldn't get her to turn.”

“Oh.” I feel my heart sinking, sharing the weight of their disappointment. “So...what now?”

“Doctor thinks we could try again in another week or so. But...after today, we ain't too keen on that idea.”

“Why not?”

Jake hesitates for a moment before answering. “...The procedure wasn't easy to endure. For her or me.”

I close my eyes, my heart squeezing in sympathy. “Shit...”

“What we're probably gonna do is just wait for her to go into labor naturally. Doctor says a natural birth might still be an option. Something about the way the baby's positioned now, and if she stays that way, she might still be able to come out safely without a C-section. But...the surgery's always an option, too.”

I exhale, my breath shaking. “So...are you guys home yet?”

“Not yet. They wanna keep an eye on her for a few hours. But then they'll let us go. ...Will you be late tonight?”

“My last lecture is over at seven. I didn't have any plans after that. Why?”

“I kinda think she's gonna need some extra care tonight.”

“...I'll come straight home after work. ...Can I talk to her now?”

“If you don't have to rush off, I'm sure it'd be a comfort to her. Hang on a sec.” There's a moment of silence on the other end. Then I hear her voice, weak and wobbling.

“...Diego?”

“Hey, sweetie. How're you feeling?”

“It didn't work.”

“I know. I heard. ...I'm sorry, Allie. I know that's gotta be disappointing.”

“The doctor said it doesn't help that it's my first pregnancy. Something about how my uterus hasn't been...broken in, I guess. They gave me something to relax my muscles before the procedure, but it still hurt...”

“Oh, Allie...”

“I just wanted everything to go smoothly...”

“I know. Of course you did. It sucks that you've been thrown this loop. But River is still healthy and strong, right?”

“...Yeah. No problems other than the fact that she's not upside down yet.”

“And you're strong and healthy, too. I know this is a bummer and it's not ideal. But you and River being healthy and safe is the most important part. ...Still, I won't tell you not to be disappointed or worried.”

“Good. Because I couldn't listen if I wanted to.”

“I'm probably going to be home before you guys. Anything you want me to pick up for you?”

“If you mean food-wise, don't bother. I can't think about eating right now, and I have no idea what River'll be demanding by the time I get hungry. I'll figure it out later.”

“What about not-food-wise? Painkillers? Earplugs? How are you on toothpaste? You want a pair of fuzzy socks? A magazine? A kitten? I could build you a blanket-fort in the rec room and load it up with Babysitters Club books.”

The nostalgic reference finally gets a weak chuckle out of her. “Maybe just load up every episode of The Crown and the Flame so I can watch it until I fall asleep.”

“Anything you want. ...Te quiero mucho, mi hermana.”

“Te quiero mucho, mi hermano.”

Caleb

I'd be lying if I said my hopes of getting in good with Tahira and her heroes haven't been fading since I accidentally figured out Talos' identity. It was one thing when all I'd done was run him through with a flaming sword, but I also tried to kill his mother. And she was my target, not just random collateral damage. At the least, I know it's gonna take more than information about their enemies to win Talos over. But what else do I got?

I swear I'm going through my smokes faster than ever these days. I've gotten to know the cashiers' schedules at the convenience store way too well. Not that there are many there. Dylan's there most times I go in. And he always works Tuesday evenings. Which is why I'm surprised that he isn't behind the counter when I come in on this particular Tuesday. Instead, the manager stands behind the counter.

“No Dylan today?” I ask as he rings me out. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“You a friend of his?”

“More like an acquaintance. Just kinda used to seeing him around here.”

The manager purses his lips and pauses, one hand on the six-pack on the counter in front of him, and one hovering over the keyboard where he's been punching in my items. He stays still long enough for it to be weird.

“...Something wrong?”

He shakes himself out of whatever stupor he was in, and punches in the price of the six-pack. “...Dylan was supposed to be on today, but he didn't show.”

“And he didn't call in sick or something?”

“No. That's what's worrying. He's never missed a shift before. He's only been late twice, and both times, he called to let me know he was coming. I tried calling him, but he didn't pick up.”

I feel myself frowning as I slide my cash toward the old man. “So...you think something's happened to him?”

“I hope not.”

I shrug, trying to ignore the nagging dread in my gut. “I'm sure he's fine. He's probably just playing hooky.”

“I sincerely hope that's all it is. Honestly, if he comes in for his next shift, I'll be so relieved, I'll let him off with a slap on the wrist.”

I mutter something vaguely optimistic as I pocket my change and snatch up the plastic bag with my shit in it. Fact is, I think the old man has reason to worry. If this were any other teenage guy, I'd say he was probably just blowing off work. But Dylan isn't working this job because he doesn't have enough allowance. I've gotten aquainted enough with him to know that even if he were desperate for a day off, he wouldn't just not turn up. I could see him calling up with a fake cough maybe, just to make sure the job would still be there tomorrow.

Weather in the middle of March is unpredictable as fuck. All day long it was sunny and pleasant. Now the sun's gone down, it might as well be winter. My hands shake with the cold as I pick at the edge of the cellophane wrapper with my thumbnail. I manage to wrestle it open and tap a cigarette into my palm. I place it between my teeth and summon a flame with a snap of my fingers. The flood of carcinogens into my systems and the warmth of the flame dancing over my skin immediately relax me. I let the fire spread over my hand like a glove, then draw the other hand out of my pocket and call a flame to that one, too. I lean against the store's facade, cigarette gripped between my teeth, inhaling on one side of my mouth, and exhaling smoke out the other, savoring the pleasant tingle of fire on my skin.

“Well. This is just too perfect.”

The voice makes me groan. I turn to scowl at Roach as he slinks out of the shadows.

“Fuck off, Roach. I got nothing for Gigi and I'm not in the mood for your shit, either.”

“Yeah, you're not in a position to be telling me to fuck off right now, Caleb. Gigi knows everything.”

I feel my blood start to turn cold in my veins. I scowl harder, hoping I can disguise any fear that may have crossed my face with cold anger.

“And just what kinda 'everything' is she supposed to know?”

“Just that you're sleeping with the enemy.”

“The fuck I am,” I scoff. “Can't even remember the last good fuck I had. Even Rosie Palm and her five sisters aren't so eager as they used to be.”

“Oh yeah? 'Cause word around the squat is you've climbed into bed with a dragon. And Gigi's super pissed. Sent me to find you and make sure you knew she's gonna teach you a lesson.”

I throw my cigarette down to the pavement, grinding it out under my heel. It's not even half gone, but for once, the fear that's tying my gut in knots has killed the craving for nicotine.

“...What kinda lesson?” I manage to ask, focusing all my attention on making sure my voice doesn't shake. I'm getting a real bad feeling I know where this lesson is gonna start. Where it already has started. Roach's smirk only solidifies my fear.

“Didn't know for sure you were gonna come by here tonight. Glad you did. Makes it so much more dramatic. You know how Gigi likes things dramatic.”

I lunge for Roach, grabbing him by the front of his coat and lifting him bodily off the ground. I take some satisfaction in seeing a look of panic skitter across his face as I pull him toward me.

“What the fuck has Gigi done with the kid?” I growl.

Roach grips my wrists, squirming in my grasp. “He...he's at the abandoned clock tower! The dragon's lair!” He manages a bit of a smirk. “Which you know already, don't you?”

“So it's a trap for Dragonness, is that it?” When Roach doesn't answer immediately, I shake him. “Answer me, you little cockroach! What's Gigi's game here?!”

“Sh-she's got liquid prism! Enough to take out Dragonness for good!”

“Oh, she thinks that's possible, huh?! She thinks she's got any kind of fucking chance?!”

“You think she doesn't?”

I don't answer that. I throw Roach down with a snarl, stalking away down the sidewalk. This is a trap. It's obviously a trap. The question is whether it's as simple a trap as it looks like. Not likely. But right now, that doesn't matter. Soon as I'm far enough away, I pull out my phone and call Tahira. She doesn't answer the first time. I don't wait for voicemail. I call back immediately. She doesn't answer the second time either. But the third time, she picks up on the fourth ring.

“...Caleb?”

“What took you so long?! Where the hell have you been?!”

She pauses briefly.“I'm not sure you want me to answer that.” There's enough cheek in her tone of voice for me to read between the lines, and I groan.

“Well, you're gonna have to get off your boyfriend's dick. ...Actually, on second thought, stay on him. Stay on him, and don't go anywhere. The clock tower's been compromised.”

“...What do you mean 'compromised'?”

“Look, I don't know how it happened, but somehow Gigi found out I've been talking with you, and she knows where you've been making your base. She's laid a trap for you there.”

“Wait, she found out you've been talking with me? Are you in danger?”

“Probably, yeah. Pretty sure this is as much about teaching me a lesson as taking you out of the picture.”

“So where are you? Are you someplace safe?”

“Not at the moment. But I will be. Just...stay where you are and warn Talos and Minuet. I'll take care of business at the clock tower.”

“Business? What business? What kind of trap are you walking into?”

“Not exactly sure.”

“You shouldn't be going there, Caleb. Any trap they set for me is going to be dangerous for you, too.”

I resist the urge to groan. I can't tell her they've got Dylan. Hero types don't really care about putting themselves in danger if they can possibly save an innocent.

“Right. Yeah. I'm sure you're right. Okay, I'll lay low. Just make sure you warn the others. I'll letcha go.”

“Caleb, wait! ...Does Gigi know who I am?”

“Not to my knowledge. At least, not that her lackey told me. But she might. Look, I gotta go. We shouldn't talk too long.” I hang up before she has a chance to reply. I don't know how much time we've actually got here. I'm not wasting any of it trying to convince a hero not to be a hero. I just had to try.

Tahira

“...That didn't sound good,” Grayson remarks needlessly.

“I can assure you it wasn't.” I give him a summary of the conversation I just had with Caleb.

“...Do you believe him?”

I frown. It honestly hadn't even occurred to me he might be lying. “Not sure what the advantage would be in telling me to just stay here with you. But I don't like how quickly he agreed to lay low. I definitely think there's something he isn't telling me.”

I throw off the blankets and slip out of bed, searching the pile on the floor for my underclothes. The backpack in the corner contains my supersuit, and I head for it as soon as I have my bra and panties back on.

“Where are you going?”

“I'm gonna call the others, and then I'm gonna go to the clock tower.”

“...Is that a good idea?”

“Probably not. There's a trap laid for me there. ...But the thing about a trap is that it's usually baited.” I turn back to him as I tug on my suit. “...Stay here, okay? Lock the doors and windows once I'm gone and don't open them until I get back.”

“I'll be careful,” he promises. He gets out of bed and comes to embrace me just before I slip my mask on, kissing me deeply. “Just make sure you're careful, too.”

“I'll do my best. I love you, Grayson.”

“I love you, Tahira.”

Caleb

My van gets me from the store to the clock tower. I park illegally and rush inside to pound up the stairs, pausing only to catch my breath a few steps from the top. It takes a few minutes to get my wind back. Maybe I oughta consider cutting back on the Camels.But I'll worry about that later. Right now, what matters is getting Dylan back where he belongs.

It's not easy to see into the tower loft from below without being seen myself. I almost wish I had let Tahira come along, if only for her powers of flight. But the tower room isn't so big that I can't get at least a decent look. And at the moment, all I see is Dylan—gagged, blindfolded, and bound to a chair in the middle of the room. I take the last few steps into the tower, and when no one jumps me after thirty seconds, I make my way over to the kid. He flinches at my footsteps, whimpering.

“Easy, kid. You're okay.” I bend down in front of him, reaching around to undo the blindfold so he'll be able to see me right away. “Just me, see?”

Dylan's dark eyes go wide as he starts to struggle against his bonds. He's trying to talk, sounding frantic, but the gag is getting in the way.

“Okay, okay! Calm down and let me get this gag off you. Won't take a second.” I tug apart the knot at the back of his head and feel him push the gag away with his tongue.

“My family!” he cries. “She's going after my family!”

“What?!” We both startle at the new voice as Dragonness suddenly swoops in from the balcony. “What did she say? Where are they?”

“I thought I told you to stay put!” I growl, earning myself a reproachful sneer.

“And since when do you expect me to take orders from you?” she snaps back. “Dylan, where are your brother and cousins? Do you know?”

“They should all be home tonight. But I don't know if she got to them before they got there, or...”

“Okay, say no more. I'm going to go ahead and check on the house. Caleb, you and Dylan follow behind, but keep Dylan at a safe distance until I give you the all-clear. It's the rectory at Saint Catherine of Siena church in Bayside!”

She doesn't wait for a response before she rushes out and takes to the sky. I roll my eyes. “Typical. She won't take orders, but she's just fine giving them and expecting me to obey.” I sigh, pulling a switchblade from my pocket. “Hold still, Dylan. I'm just gonna cut you loose.”

“She is the leader, isn't she?”

I roll my eyes. “She ain't my leader!” I slice through the bonds with a little bit of elbow grease, and pull him to his feet. “C'mon. I can't fly, so we're gonna have to get outta here the old-fashioned way. My van is parked outside.”

We take the stairs down two or three at a time. And who should we spy as we surge out the door at the bottom but Kenji Katsaros, getting off his motorcycle. I roll my eyes.

“Ahh, Jesus! Didn't Tahira even call you?”

Kenji freezes, and it suddenly hits me that he isn't in bronze yet. And he doesn't know that I know.

“...What?”

I snap out of it, shaking my head. “Look, I know. I know who you are. You can grill me on the details later, but right now, we gotta move. The kid's family is in trouble. Tahira's heading to the reflector house at St. Catherine's in Bayside and we gotta follow.” What is actually going through Kenji's mind as he stares at me is anyone's guess. As the silence stretches on, I start to fidget. “...Look, come or don't come. But we're going. I got a feeling Tahira's gonna need backup.”

“...How are you getting there?”

“I got my van.”

Kenji shakes his head. “Van can't make it through the shortcuts my bike can. I've got two helmets and enough room to squeeze you both on. Get on. Helmets, both of you, and hop on. No arguing.”

We're not interested in arguing. Though Dylan does hesitate as he puts the helmet on. “...Don't you need one, too?”

Before our eyes, Kenji's skin transforms, from flesh to bright bronze. “...No.”

Tahira

“Dragonness?” Kenji's voice crackles through my earpiece. “It's Talos. I ran into Caleb outside the tower, and he filled me in. I'll make sure Minuet's updated. You okay?”

“Fine,” I reply a little sheepishly. “I probably should have made contact myself, huh?”

“Probably, but never mind. We're on our way.”

“Thanks. I'm gonna go quiet now. I'm approaching the church. Marci, dim the lights for me.”

Marci obediently turns down the lights on my suit as I descend. The night vision feature on my mask casts everything in an eerie, unnatural green hue. From the sky, everything looks peaceful, but I know better than to trust a bird's eye view. I touch down on the lawn behind the darkened church, creeping through a garden of stone saints and angels toward the rectory. Everything is quiet as I approach. There are lights on at the front of the small cottage-style house. And now I'm wondering how best to proceed. Should I creep through the shrubbery to peek in the windows, potentially alarming Father Li and the kids and possibly alerting my enemies to my presence? Or do I definitely alert my enemies by just knocking on the front door? Ultimately, stealth seems to be the best option. I slip behind the shrubs and press myself flush against the brick wall, stepping carefully around twigs as I ease my way to the lighted window.

Everything looks peaceful inside. I'm looking into the living room, where I can see all four of the other children. Alex and Zig are watching television, Ysabel looks to be doing homework, and RJ is playing tug-of-war with the dog on the floor. I don't see Father Li anywhere, but no one appears to be in any sort of distress. And that makes me nervous. I ease out of my hiding place and make my way around to the front door. I don't see a doorbell, so I raise the brass knocker and tap it a few times against the door.

Immediately, I hear the dog barking, and RJ shouting from inside, “I'll get it!” Then one of the other children shouts something I can't make out. There's the sound of scrambling little feet and doggy claws. Then there's a long pause. Long enough for me to get nervous.

“Uh...hello?” I call. There's a soft creak and a click, I look down to see that the letter slot on the door has been pushed out.

“Who is it?” Ysabel calls through the flap. I have to get on my hands and knees to peer in the slot and show her my face.

“It's Dragonness. Can I come inside?”

“Sure, just a minute!”

The lock clicks, and the door opens. Zelda, her tail wagging wildly, pushes past Ysabel to sniff at my feet and scratch at my legs. I obligingly pat her, but my attention is focused on the task at hand. Something definitely feels off here. My veins are sizzling with a warning.

“Is Father Li here?”

“Uh-huh. He's in his room saying his prayers. He always says his Rosary after dinner.”

“Please show me which room is his. I need all of you to come with me, Father Li included.”

Ysabel frowns, exchanging glances with her cousin and brothers. “...Why?”

Oh, great. How do I explain the situation to an eleven-year-old without terrifying her and her family? Or sounding like the kind of sketchy stranger mothers warn their children about? Before I can answer, RJ wrinkles his nose.

“Eww, who farted?”

It's about then that everything starts to happen at once. The smell of rotten eggs hits my nose. Marci starts to shriek in my ear, “Warning, Tahira! Warning! Carbon disulfide is detectable in this environment! Immediate removal is recommended!” And then I catch sight of a shimmer in the darkened corridor leading to Father Li's room. A kind of shimmer that's become familiar to me in the time I've fought with and beside Eva. The shimmer of light reflecting off the surface of a stealth suit.

“Kids, get outside! Get outside! Now!” I hear them scramble for the door, and I lunge toward the corridor. “Father Li! Father Li, get out of the house!”

Before I can reach the priest's room, a massive wall of fire springs up in my path, licking rapidly up the walls, poised to consume everything in its path.

Eva

I arrive on the scene about the same time as Talos drives up with Caleb and Dylan. I don't immediately see the flames, but they become visible only a breath after Tahira stumbles out of the rectory with the other four kids and the dog, coughing into the crease of her elbow. Dylan immediately runs to embrace his family. Talos and I spring into hero-mode, rushing to confer with our leader. I can faintly hear the smoke alarm shrieking inside the house.

“Are you all right?” Talos asks anxiously. Tahira nods, gulping the fresh air with ragged breaths.

“Take a moment to catch your breath,” I advise her, but she shakes her head.

“No time,” she manages to croak. “The priest is still inside. Talos, you're with me. We're going back in. Minuet, I need you and Caleb to go after the arsonist.”

“Arsonist?”

“That's right. They're wearing a stealth suit, but they can't have gotten far. I'm counting on you two to catch them. Go!”

Tahira doesn't wait for either Caleb or I to answer before she rushes back toward the house with Talos behind her. I glance over at Caleb, who looks a little bewildered.

“You heard the woman, Fire Man!” I snap. “Come on! Fire's the perfect light to reflect off the stealth suit, and you can help me look for a trail! And I need one of you kids to call 9-1-1! Now!”

Talos

Even with me as her shield, Tahira is thankfully not reckless enough to charge right back into the burning rectory the same way she went in. We circle the rectory until we find a window into a dimly lit room at the back of the house where the priest lies unconscious on the carpet in front of a crucifix surrounded by battery-powered tea lights on a linen draped table. From the window we can see the glow of the flames under the door and the thick smoke pouring through the cracks underneath and on the sides to tumble toward the ceiling.

“I guess that explains why he didn't respond to the smoke alarm,” Tahira mutters grimly. “Whoever it was must've taken him out first.”

“You think he's alive?” I ask.

“Only one way to find out.” She grasps the edges of the window screen and rips it off without any visible effort, tossing it casually aside before she braces her hands on the window pane, gets herself into a lunge, and pushes upward. The locked window resists her efforts at first, but the locks are really not any match for her strength, and it's only a matter of seconds before they yield, twisting beyond repair as the window slides open, sending a cloud of smoke spiraling into our faces. In one graceful motion, Tahira sails effortlessly through the opening. I follow, less gracefully, and immediately run to the door while Tahira checks on the priest. I let the bronze fade away from my hand just long enough to place my palm gingerly against the door.

“He's alive! No visible injury. I don't really want to move him, but I don't think we have a choice. We need to get him out of the house.”

“Well, we're not getting out through the door,” I reply flatly, turning back to her. “It's hot. The fire's right on the other side.”

“Here. Help me get him onto his back. If you can support his head, I can get him up onto my back and out the window. Hang on, Father Li. We're gonna take care of you.”

Caleb

The arsonist may have been stealthy in setting the fire, but they aren't all that careful in making their getaway. Minuet and I follow footprints left in the grass until the flames dancing along the lengths of my fingers start to reflect a shimmer ahead of us.

Minuet throws out her hands, and the slow-motion field flows out of her in a visible shockwave. After a moment where she appears to be concentrating deeply, she begins to twist her hands, curling her fingers.

“All right, Caleb, I've got them trapped. Let's see about getting them unmasked.”

“...How do we do that?”

She rolls her eyes, glaring reproachfully. “You walk up to them and take the stealth suit off! How else?”

“But...does it have...like...a zipper?”

Minuet looks like she's trying not to facepalm. “For fuck's sake...”

A faint chuckle comes from the air in front of us. Both of us snap our eyes forward to focus on the figure shimmering vaguely in the light of my flame. And then comes the voice, feminine and familiar, with the annoying nasally pitch affected by particularly snobby teenage girls.

“Okay, Cal, you got me. But it was all in good fun, right?”

Samara. Another one of Gigi's proteges, and a particularly vicious one at that. She's only fifteen, but she's right up there with Roach as one of Gigi's most trusted. She's like the psychopathic teenager who was Lucy Liu's bodyguard in Kill Bill. Except slightly less likely to disembowl a teenage boy for flirting with her. Slightly. I grit my teeth, marching over to the shimmering figure and extinguishing my flames as soon as my hand finds her shoulder. As I search for a fastening, I'm careful to keep my hands out of the way of anything private, but she still titters.

“Ohh, Caleb, I never knew you cared.”

“Shut the fuck up, Samara! You're fifteen, and I'm a whole lot fucking older, so don't you dare! I'm not a fucking pedophile.”

I find the edge of a mask near her collarbone and tug it away from the collar of her suit. This seems to break some vital connection, because the rest of her becomes visible as I pull the mask off over her head.

She grins at me, her eyes glittering with malice. “So uptight. I thought you knew how to take a joke. Especially one that involves fire.”

“Minuet, any chance you can put her mouth in slow-mo, too?”

“Doesn't seem like it's possible. I can gag her, though, once I've got the cuffs on her.”

“Not that it matters,” Samara says blithely. “Since I've been caught, I'm going to be questioned. And I mean to make sure the police know Caleb helped me plan the whole thing.”

Minuet scoffs as she pulls the handcuffs from her belt and works around her slow-mo field to get Samara's hands behind her back. “You really think that's going to work? When three trusted supers are going to vouch for him?”

“Not to mention the manager at the convenience store,” I point out. “He's got no beef with me, no reason not to say where I was.”

Samara just shrugs. “Believe what you like. But I for one find it hard to believe that the cops won't still suspect you had something to do with it, Man of Fire. Even if it's only briefly. And even if they didn't, your past criminal record means they can still make your life very, very difficult. ...I wonder, do you have that much confidence in your new friends to protect you?”

Tahira

Father Li is still alive when Eva and Caleb return. He's alive, but he hasn't come around. Ysabel at least had the presence of mind to grab her cell phone before rushing out of the house, and she assures me that the fire department is on its way. I look back up at Eva and Caleb, approaching with what looks to be a teenage girl bound and gagged walking between them.

“One baby arsonist, bagged up and ready to go,” Eva quips mirthlessly. I frown.

“Was the gag necessary?”

“She was winding Caleb up. Suggesting that she was going to implicate him as an accomplice, and that her word would stand against ours.”

“She's not wrong,” Caleb declares grimly. “Me on the scene of an arson? I'll be arrested before you can get a word out. ...I gotta get the fuck outta here before the cops get here.”

“I agree,” Talos says, startling me slightly. I look up at him questioningly. “...It's better if we ease the DA into the idea that the three of us have been working with the Man of Fire. ...Considering that before we got you back, Dragonness, Minuet and I promised her access to the only prison that's ever held him.”

“You what?!” Caleb yelps.

“Relax. She doesn't have it yet. The point is, we need you to not be here as much as you need to not be here, so go.”

A protracted silence crescendos as Talos' words hang in the air, broken only by the roar of flames behind us...and then the distant wailing of sirens.

“They're coming, Caleb! If you're going to get out, this is your chance!”

And before I have a chance to protest or question, the Man of Fire is away like a shot.

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writehardwhumpharder · 6 years ago

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This might be total crap but here's a Beat fic.

I decided to rewatch some of the show and somehow it was even better the second time. I didnt even notice at first that Beat is definitely bisexual, he really does do drugs 24/7, and oh my God he looks so cute when he sleeps. That scene where Paul wakes him up with the music killed me. Anyways here's a fic where Beat kinda OD's and is a just an unhealthy person in general. I forgot some people's names too, oh well.

The beat coursed through him, making it's way through his body which felt alive with the unnatural fire he'd gotten so used to. Or maybe that was the drugs... After all, he was the human embodiment of the club scene. Beat couldn't have been a more fitting nickname.

He hadn't been keeping track of the various pills and powders he'd been given over the course of the night. He found himself clinging to his glass of vodka in a vain attempt to muffle the stimulants. Above Beat's head were the muted colors of the club's lights, seemingly blurring and swirling together like the bodies around him. With every flash he felt his heart rate quicken but he didn't stop jumping and dancing with the music. Sweat dripped down his bare skin, t-shirt long forgotten. An unexpected shiver ran through his spine, and for a moment he couldn't tell if he was hot or cold as his skin flushed.

It took him a moment to realize someone was saying his name through the loud, pulsing music.

"Beat," they said, trying to get his attention. It was another friend of Paul's, someone Beat saw most nights. The man grabbed his hand and closed it around Beat's as he kissed Beat's neck seductively.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the small white tablet in his palm.

"A gift." The guy said smiling. "I owed you one for last week, remember?" Beat didn't remember, but it sounded plausible enough. So without another thought he swallowed the pill and went back to dancing. There were a few women hovering around him but he wasn't paying attention. Beat closed his eyes and felt time slow down, this was why he did it. The drugs, late nights, music, and dancing, for perfect moments like this. The moment was cut short however when he felt that unpleasant shiver again, he put his hands on his knees and tried to take a few deep breaths which only served to make him a little dizzy. Time was somehow lost in the club but Beat was starting to think it's time to head home for the night. He'd been partying since they opened late afternoon and by now it was well into the early morning. There were too many people around, it was getting hard to breathe. Beat crossed the room towards the bar. He leaned over the edge, exchanging his empty cup for his T-shirt and jacket stashed below the counter.

"I'm heading out." Beat said, leaning heavily on the bar. It was as if the moment he stopped moving the energy was suddenly gone from his body, but at the same time he could still feel his heart racing along with the rhythmic shaking of his leg.

"Trying to get out of closing again? If you don't help I'm gonna have to put a limit on those free drinks." His friend joked. But taking another look at him, something seemed off, maybe it was best that he left now. "I'm just messing with you, Beat, go home you look like shit."

"Thanks, man." Beat said as he pulled his jacket on, genuinely meaning it. Weaving through the dancing mass of people toward the backdoor, Beat was glad he was leaving. He just needed some fresh air. Once he was outside Beat was assaulted with a cold breeze, or at least cold in comparison to the temp. inside. He wrapped his jacket around himself tighter. Being outside didn't help as much as he had hoped. His chest was starting to feel tight and a shooting pain had him stopping in his tracks. He groaned, putting a hand to his chest, willing it to slow down. His place was only a short walk from here so when the chest painkept coming, he decided not to stop until he could collapse onto his sofa. Beat was no stranger to overdoing it with the drugs, every so often his body would protest this crazy lifestyle, but somehow tonight felt different.

By the time he got to the stairs leading up to his apartment he was out breath. The clenched muscles in his chest made it difficult to take in a full breath of air. You know what to do, Beat, he thought to himself, just a glass of water and some rest and I'll be good as new. He practically dragged himself up the last few steps using the handrails and went straight to the kitchen. Janik was a light sleeper so no matter how quiet he was, he'd probably wake him up. Although he didn't end up being very quiet at all. The glass fumbled in his hands, falling to the floor with a thud, luckily it didn't break. He pushed through the lightheadedness and pain to try again. This time successfully filling it with water which he drank in several seconds. Beat was about to fill it again when Janik appeared in his bedroom doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"What are you doing, Beat? It's almost four in the morning for fuck's sake. I have work tomorrow and so do you, with whatever shady side-job you've got going right now." Janik paused, leaning against the door frame. "When are you gonna stop living like this?" He asked, his voice sounding more concerned than judgemental. Beat leaned over the sink, letting his head fall forward. When he didn't reply, Janik walked further into the room. Now that his eyes were better adjusted to the dim lighting, he saw how his roommates shoulders were shaking. His skin looked flushed and clammy even in the low lighting.

"Hey, you okay Beat?" Janik asked. Beat only hummed his response. This was starting to seem unusual.

"Yeah, Janik, I'm fine. I just need to sit down a bit." He said casually before proceeding to sit down right where he was on the kitchen floor. Okay, now he was really concerned. Janik walked around the couch to where Beat sat, leaning his head against the cupboards, eyes closed. His hand didn't even have to reach his skin to know Beat had a high fever.

"You're practically, hyperthermic!" Janik scolded. "Open your eyes." Beat let out a quiet whine. "Look at me." This time Janik gripped his chin and Beat had no choice but to look up at his friend. Just as he suspected, Beat's pupils were about twice the size they should be. "Okay stay right here." Janik said running to get his med. bag.

"I wasn't going anywhere anyways." Beat said sarcastically, but stopped when he realized his chest couldn't keep up with him talking on top of trying to breathe normally. He ran his shaking hands over his short hair while he wheezed which quickly turned into a sputtering cough. It felt like eternity before Janik returned. He even considered just getting up and going to bed. In reality it only took Janik a couple minutes to gather what he needed. Janik didn't bother asking what he took knowing it was likely some combination of MDMA, cocaine, amphetamines, and alcohol to top it off.

"Okay Beat you're hot and dehydrated so I'm gonna give you an IV, okay?" Beat nodded, it wasn't his first IV if he was being honest. "This is gonna cool you down and help your body deal with the drugs." If he had an entire ambulance at his disposal Janik probably would have done more but they would have to make do with what he had at home.

Beat felt a sharp prick then coldness spreading up his arm, but he was only dimly aware of how strange the sensation was. His roommate sat with him on the kitchen floor for a while, neither saying much.

"Thanks, Janik, I don't know what I would do without you." Beat said, lazily trailing his eyes up to meet his roommate's.

"Die, probably." He said jokingly, but there was some truth to his words. Beat was still shaky when he finally stood up and went to his own room, falling asleep almost instantly. The energy from the drugs burned right through him, leaving his muscles aching and tired after they wore off.

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Beat's phone rang at 9am, only a few hours after he had fallen asleep. Emilia had sent him several messages saying they needed to meet. His head ached fiercely, the hangover from last night attacking at full force. Beat groaned and shifted on his bed only to realize that he was laying on top of the covers, still fully dressed from last night, shoes and everything. So Janik hadn't gone the extra mile to tuck him in, he still owed him a huge favor. If not for him Beat would probably be crawling on his hands and knees towards the hospital right now.

Stumbling towards the bathroom Beat noticed he was alone in the apartment, which was a pretty rare occurance now that he thought about it. He glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and sickly pale color of his face. After years of partying the hungover look was somewhat permanent so he just splashed some cold water on his face and threw on some clean(ish) clothes before heading out. Beat pulled his hoodie up over his head, digging his hands into his jacket pockets. The thrumming ache in his head only got worse once he was outside and he desperately wanted to just shut the world out. Whatever the ESI wanted better be important, Beat thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walked in the general direction of the city, knowing Emilia would find some way to run into him on the streets he usually frequented.

Sure enough, the red hair soon caught his attention as she made her way toward him.

"Come on, I'm taking you in." She said stiffly.

"There's a perfectly good coffee shop right over-" Beat began but she pulled him in a different direction.

"Just be glad it's me and not the agents dragging you in this time." She had a point. Beat could turn around and go straight back home if he really wanted to but the sharp look in her eyes gave him little choice. The longer they walked the worse Beat felt. He was tired and uncomfortably warm. Emilia cast him sideways glances every time he sighed.

When they got to the building Beat tried to keep his head down. Emilia refused to tell him anything until they got into the office. He tried to distract himself from the growing headache he had, he needed something soon. Something to pick him up, but he had to get through this meeting first. Then his hand made contact with something in his pocket, maybe some leftover coke if he was lucky. Emilia steered him into a conference room before he could duck into one of the restrooms. There were a few stacks of photos on the table.

"We need you to take a look at these and tell us if you recognize anyone." She said.

Beat sank into the office chair and drummed his fingers on the table, trying to give off his usual carefree persona. He flipped through a pile of pictures, no one seemed familiar, then moved on to the second pile. He opened the folder and was assaulted by the grotesque image of a dead woman. On a normal day it wouldn't bother him, but today it made his stomach turn. He stared down at the photo, feeling the blood drain from his face.

"Are you okay, Beat? You look a little pale."

At that moment another agent walked into the room, snapping Beat's attention back. He felt the headache and nausea closing in and his vision blurred in front of him. There was no time for excuses, he pushed himself up front his chair and made a beeline for the door. Emilia made no move to stop him. Beat shuffled down the hall to the first bathroom he saw, and barely made it into the stall before he threw up everything he ate yesterday, which wasn't much. The taste of bile in his mouth almost made him puke again but he quickly flushed the toilet and leaned back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. He still felt pretty terrible, but it was nothing he couldnt handle. Now that Beat had a moment alone he didn't hesitate to drop the lid of the toilet and pull the small baggie from his pocket. There wasn't much but it was better than nothing. Beat scraped all the powder out making a small line, rubbing the rest into his gums. Beat snorted the line in one swift movement making sure to wipe his nose before exiting the stall. He really needed that.

Beat looked himself over in the mirror, as a women entered the bathroom. She stifled a scream making Beat jump. The cocaine now coursing through his system sent his heart into overdrive. In his haste to make it to the bathroom he hadn't checked whether it was the right one. Beat pushed past her and stepped out into the hall. Hopefully no one noticed. He walked back to the conference room where Emilia and the man were waiting for him. She looked at him with indifference, he almost wished she'd be disappointed. Instead she sighed as if this is exactly what she expected from him. The man beside her had the same professional look.

"So did you recognize anyone or not?" He asked. Beat shook his head. "Emilia, please see him out." Once the man was gone she uncrossed her arms and held out a tissue.

"Your nose is bleeding." She said casually. "Now let's go find that coffee shop." She smiled.

#whump #beat #amazonvideo #drug addiction #overdose #Janik is a good friend

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5saucefanfic · 7 years ago

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My Girl - LH

Here it finally is. Sorry it took so long to post. Ive been swamped all weekend with projects and papers.

Requested by @shhwithharry

“I really can’t believe you guys got approved for a small show tour,” y/n said standing hidden away from the crowd with Luke on the second floor of the Paradise Rock Club in Boston. It was early in the show, Luke still having at least an hour before he was needed on stage, one of the opening acts currently on stage distracting the fans from his presence in the same room as them all so he could see his girl, even for the short few moments. “How’d you pull that? I thought that was something you were all kinda forbidden from doing.”

“Well, same way we were able to put out an explicit single for our soon to be explicit album,” he chuckled grabbing her waist pulling her closer. “Can we stop talking about band stuff and music right now? I really missed you, and as much as I love what I do, I don’t wanna waste my time here talking about that.”

“I missed you too,” she said smiling softly. “Missed you enough to be here on a Sunday night when I have to be up at five tomorrow morning.” Luke pouted slightly nudging his nose against hers hearing a small giggle escape her lips from how close he was so suddenly. “And I like your band talk.”

“You should skip work and classes and stay with me all morning...we have the day off and don’t have to leave until the afternoon. When was the last time we slept in the same bed together...I miss holding you,” he mumbled softly, eyes pleading silently as she sighed softly, thumb rubbing against his cheek softly.

“I work and I have class bubba..” she mumbled, heart breaking in two seeing his face drop. It was hard enough living 2,983 miles away from him since she was on the east coast, him living on the west. What was worse was not spending more than twelve hours together when he showed up in her city. “Hey, look at me,” she mumbled tilting his chin up giving into his baby blues and pouty bottom lip that just seems to jut out whenever it feels like it.. “I’ll look at my vacation time, okay? And I could maybe skip a photo class since I haven’t yet...Besides, you know I’ll come see you when you’re back in LA in June...already bought my ticket and everything.”

“Okay,” he said softly nodding before kissing her softly. It wasn’t more than a quick peck, neither wanting to get too caught up in the PDA, wanting to wait until they were behind closed doors in each other’s company. They both mutually agreed to keep this between themselves to have the privacy. She also wanted to be able to finish her schooling in peace and not receive hate messages daily and face heat at school.

The two had met at one of his concerts a few years prior. She had shown up to their meet and greet during their Sounds Live Feels Live tour, more specifically in the Mohegan Sun Arena in Uncasville. They clicked instantly, and Luke was even more excited to know she was going to be at his show the next weekend closer to her home at the amphitheatre Mansfield, Massachusetts. He was spoiled having her that entire summer after that show, taking her across the country, spending as much time with her as he could before she had to go back to school in early September.

“Good,” she said smiling. “Now, go get your ass back stage and get ready for the show. I’ll be right up front with Gab, okay?” she asked referring to her younger sister that was holding their place right in front of the stage. “I love you, I’m proud of you, and I’ll see you after, okay?.”

“Love you more,” he mumbled kissing her again a bit harder and more forceful this time, tongue sliding into her mouth as he gave her waist a small squeeze before pulling back. “And then it’s just you and me after, yeah?”

“Well, I have to take Gab home first, but yes. Just you and me in my apartment. Now go before Ashton comes to find you and causes a scene,” she chuckled before going down the steps to find her younger sister that just happened to be staring at her smirking. “What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugged giggling, y/n rolling her eyes shaking her head smiling. “Calum looks very handsome. He says hi by the way,” she teased slightly as Gabriella rolled her eyes.

“If we’re gonna talk, let’s talk about you and prince charming,” she teased back, the girl blushing slightly shaking her head. “How’s Lukey Poo?”

By time the boys actually made their way on stage, y/n was just about done with this crowd pushing and shoving trying to get up front and trying to push her out of the way. She understood, this was probably the closest some of them would ever get to see their favorites, but that didn’t mean they could abuse others just to get their way. She groaned again feeling someone else pushing between her and another girl.

“Hey beautiful,” a man said from next to her. She sighed softly turning to face him slightly, an unamused expression written all over her face as she looked him over. His brown hair was greasy falling in his face, muscle tee showing off the fact he clearly had more arm days than leg days, and stained black skinny jeans.. “You look amazing..hot date?”

“Matter of fact, yeah. I’m dating the singer of the main event tonight,” she said not even bothering to sugar coat it trying to turn her head away from him and back to the stage, stopping when she felt his hand grab her wrist. She frowned pushing his hand off.

“I’m sure you are...why don’t you settle for someone a little more realistic, you know?” he asked rubbing her arm, y/n pushing it off once again starting to become annoyed. “Feisty and hard to get...I like it. What’s your name beautiful? My name’s Chris. I’m a business major here at BU.”

“I’m serious. You’re going to piss my boyfriend off,” she said not even wanting to look at the stage and see Luke’s face right now, although she knew he was probably pissed. He tried to grab her again and that’s when the music in the background died, not that she noticed. She was too focused on the man that didn’t understand the word no.

“Hi everyone, if I could just bring your attention the the douche right up front with the brown hair and muscle grey tee that refuses to stop touching my girl,” Luke said, annoyance flowing through his words., the man looking up from y/n to Luke, then back to her in shock when he realizing that she was telling the truth. “Yeah, hi mate, that’s my girlfriend. If you could respectfully stop touching her before I shove my guitar up your ass, I’d really appreciate it,” he said, voice sounding sweet, but you could almost taste the venom dripping from every word. Luke could be an absolute sweetheart, but the moment you piss him off, it’s all over.

All eyes were now on y/n and the man as he looked around nervously. “I suggest you step away from her so we can continue the show,” Calum said chuckling slightly. He did as he was told making it out of the pit only to be ushered out of the building by security as the fans in the building clapped and cheered. It was only then in that moment they both realized their relationship was now very much public and in the eyes of the entire world.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Luke asked after most of the fans had left, helping her up onto the stage with her sister walking to the back. “I really wanted to kick his ass.”

“Luke, I’m fine, okay?” She said kissing his cheek. He smiled softly blushing as he bit his lip. “You want me to come back to pick you up? Or do you wanna come with me and say hi to mum?” she asked rubbing his chest lightly.

“I’ll come with you..gets me naked with my girl faster,” he whispered teasing as she rolled her eyes smiling.

“Alright honey. Whatever you say.”

#lh #luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #boyfriend #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagine

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survivorinternational · 5 years ago

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Episode 5 - "I'm on a tribe full of fat flops." - Randy

Sooo breaking news of the day: Michael just approached me about working together with Emily I think the Veni boot made him spooked as well because he's been doing well in challenges too But Michael and Emily are the two I've been getting along the most with on this new tribe so I'm definitely not opposed to that He asked if I wanted to include someone else and I said, well, obviously I have a good relationship with Ginger since we started out on the same tribe But we shall see what happens The Ginger-Tyler connection could possibly complicate things Plus I predict Michael has an alliance with the og Ala Mai as well He's probably trying to secure his spot at merge right now But I'm open to any plans, and Michael would definitely be a good shield for me so I don't want to get rid of him anytime soon I could see us working together well Update: Talked to Ginger and as I predicted, he was not as ecstatic about the thought of working with Michael as he would've been about working with Tyler + Emily. But we agreed that it is always good to have as many allies as possible and we shouldn't turn this opportunity down. Michael should be doing the chat later tonight. Kinda hope we would've won reward, since none of the advantages seem to be on my good side as of now, and that's going to become a problem later in the game. But I can't really complain since there was no way I was going to step up and do the comp, I don't need any more attention drawn towards myself. My plan of laying lower has now put into action. I gave the immunity challenge my good 80% in hopes of avoiding tribal while not being the top scorer for my tribe. Plus I feel I am naturally bad at this type of challenge where you have to think and type really fast. I just hope I didn't flop ENTIRELY. I know my capitals and survivor seasons but the rest of the categories were not my jam at all. Also, according to Andreas 'Fuck' is a movie???? Who would've thought. Scored me a point so not complaining in the slightest. My social game is still kinda lacking, been feeling lazy to start conversations lately so I haven't talked to some of these people in a while. Ugh. I should fix that. Emphasis on SHOULD. Not sure if I will.

Man it really sucks that all it took was 5 points from anyone of us to win that challenge and it frustrates me that I scored a pretty good score, not the highest but I'm in danger of going home. I wasted my idol last tribal council and I have no more spare protection on me so it's like the game has taken a whole new life for me and it's all about social manoeuvring now. But the way I see it, if the tribe was playing long term, they would take out either Stephen or me because there's still 5 OG ala mai left compared to the 4 of the two other tribes, so I need to make myself useful to clash and allan and goat for them to save my butt because I need to M A K E M E R G E.

i’m drunk but we won we won we won baby boy we won boy i am happy i don’t have to vote off anyone i am drhnk

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Wooooohoooo we won the challenge, so no tribal once again! And I didn't even overperform this time, so that's just great. I hope to keep this going. I bet the Faatasi are sad they voted Veni out now, some of them tried their absolute hardest and they would've destroyed us if Veni was included in that group haha. But that's what you get, now you gotta vote someone out again! I hope to see some more idols or advantages being used so they can't be used against me later in the game haha. I'm gonna be really fucked if I don't find anything!!! I'm gonna get idoled out again fuck yesssss I can feel it. If Sluggy didn't perform so well in the challenge I would definitely predict he's going tonight, but I'm not as sure anymore. I kinda have a feeling Clash has the Faatasi idol because he stopped sharing me his idol guesses pretty early.... But that's simply a guess, literally anyone but me could have it haha. Anyhow I hope someone from og Ala Mai or Saolotoga is going tonight, just for numbers' sake. I haven't had a chance to meet them yet and it would be more difficult to start bonding at merge when there's so much tension and power shifts happening! It'll be interesting to see how their tribal turns out since the og tribes are split 2-2-2 on their side right now. Ginger is definitely not a huge fan of Michael, but we both agreed it's great for us if we let him run the show on our side right now. If we manage to work from his shadows, hopefully people will come at him come merge instead of us.

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Wait a minute the hosts want us to be around tonight after tribal council Are we merging???? Please no not yet I'm not ready!!!! It's a busy weekend for me

Doing this before i get in trouble. Why must they always remind me of confessionals when im at work or bed. Veni deserved better Its a bit Quiet in the Ala Mai alliance chat. Made new Alliance with Vilma, Ginger and Emily Immunity Challenge: Not happy with scores... could have done much bettee. Got scores back... 2nd best in tri e and the tribe won... huh... Safe for another day. Still no idol. Merge is being suggested... please not yet... i need more time

Lemme just say I don't feel so good about this tribal council. No one seems to be anywhere which makes me believe that I'm the target. All I can do is pray to God, but if He wants me gone now He'll send me home now. If He wants me to stay He will make a way and I just gotta trust Him.

um so this round has been very tough because we lost again but I genuinely don't want to keep Stephen in the dark the reason I told him, if that bites me in the ass its my own fault but I am thinking for long term and I really hope sludgy goes by a unanimous vote here and everything will be perfect

I'm so glad we won again! It is so nice to be on such a winning tribe.

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Did I submit? I dont remember. The bad thing about not going to tribal is that idk who I can work with.

So obvious the four of me Allan and randy are staying together. Stephen pulled me and clash into an alliance and that saved him and now sluggy is hopefully going to go home. I’m super pissed we lost by 4 points but it’s all based on loyalty for me this round, challenge abilities are out the window tbh

Hopefully merge is not THAT soon ! If it is I will lay low at the beginning because I suck at taking control when the numbers are so big and messy . Also I hope an ala Mai member will get evicted tonight so it will be 4-4-4 tribal division

i’m in an alliance with vilma, ginger, and michael! i’m happy with where i’m at in this game tbh. very content. and i think merge is next too gurl!!!!!!! i’m excited very very excited

We won the challenge again which is good, but knowing that Sluggy felt unsafe enough to play an idol, it is a slight worry for Stephen and Stephen, hopefully they vote off Randy or someone, but there's a good possibility won of them goes. The upcoming rumoured merge is slightly worrying, I have talked a bit to Vilma and Emily but Ginger and Liana haven't spoken much to me, and reply with very little substance. Coming into a merge I would love to keep everyone who is willing to speak to me in as long as possible. It might be best for me to "throw" a few of the first merge challenges to keep a target off of my back. After what happened to Veni, I don't trust that the threats wont go early.

Hi the power four which are me clash pay and allan are deciding to evict sluggy ive been building bonds with stephen, and trying to like mist sluggy but idk. If sluggy has an idol im afraid I'll go. But I scored the highest on the tribe so at least i didnt lose us the challenge so <<33 im on a tribe full of fat flops

Uhhh, everyone is really quiet, am I getting blindsided? This isn’t my time man I have so much more to put in to this game. If I get voted out I want everyone to know its Crash’s fault.

Okay so I was quite inactive this round but thank god clash really looked out for me this round and (to my knowledge) kept my name out of his mouth. All I have to do now is keep my head down and hopefully the 4 we’ve established can work together to get through this double.

So here I am, loving life, living it to the fullest. Getting drunk and also having a good time with no reception. So what I didn’t do was talk to anyone hehe awks. Anyway thriving. I’m now a close alliance with ginger hehe cheeky. Working hard on the challenge absolutely thriving

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