#i just remember him tilting my head one way and me going 'nah thats fine' and then him tilting my head the other way

[milf-harrington]

made the dumbas mistake of thinking it would be fun to hang upside down on the couch for a few seconds, forgetting the wise words of my old chiropractor ("dont do that") and its been an hour and a half since then and i still feel nauseous and dizzy

[bettyxinez]

Nothing Left To Give

chapter four • smile

Kat didn't mention her DID until two weeks after that, and Malcolm found himself thinking about her more then he probably should have.

And Kat knew it too. They had been getting closer and closer and she could tell how curious he was. Over the span of the 7 weeks they had become friends, and Kat was confident in saying he was one of the closest friends she ever had, so much so that even some of the Others wanted to meet him.

Driving each other to and from the precinct was becoming a regular occurrence, and he slowly revealed more and more about his past, opening up to her much quicker then she was to him.

"So thats what you're trying to figure out? If the girl in the box is real and who she is?"

"Yeah. Funnily enough, trying to solve a murder where the only evidence is unreliable memories is kind of...hard."

"I understand that. Not the murder part, but everything else."

His curiosity had been temporarily put on the back burner while he told her his story, but now it was at the forefront of his mind.

She noticed almost immediately. She kind of felt bad about it, and was planning on telling him when the time was right.

The time never seemed right.

And when it did, she couldn't bring herself to talk about it. So she eventually just waited for him to bring it up.

He was in her apartment again, looking at some of the pictures on her wall and laughing as she told stories of the people in them.

He noticed quickly that none of them were members of her family.

"What about your family?" He asked, before he even realized the can of worms he might have opened by doing so.

She tensed immediately, turning to look at him.

"We don't... talk."

Malcolm looks up at her, noticing for the first time that she was taller then him.

"Do you mind if I ask why?"

She sits down on her couch, tucking her feet underneath her. Malcolm sat next to her.

"They didn't believe me when I told them what was... happening... to me."

His breath hitched. His mind reeling from the possibilities of what that meant. He supposed that he could ask. They had gotten a lot closer, and if she didn't want to talk about it, he could wait longer. No problem.

"And... what was happening to you?"

She looked away from him, eyes widening for a split second, and then she slowly took a deep breath.

This was it. He had asked, and she didn't know if she was ready.

She could dive head first into telling him and risk freezing in the fridgid water, or stay safe and dry, but risk putting a wall between her and Malcolm.

She decided to just take the plunge.

"...bad things." She whispered. And even just thinking about it, her brain was assaulted with memories, and she already felt herself slipping.

"Bad, bad things...hurt... it hurt."

She screwed her eyes shut, fists clenching. Her nails dig into her palms and she sucks in a breath.

Malcolm watched, letting her set the pace, but his brows were furrowed in concern. He knelt down in front of her and offered his hands. She took them with a crushing grip.

"...hold on... someone..." her breath hitched.

"Someone's here. Sorry." Malcolm watched in both worry and fascination.

"Its... okay. Take your time." He responded.

He knew what was happening. She was doing what she had told him was "switching". One of her alters was coming. He was very curious, but he was also fearful as to what would happen next.

Would he ruin everything? He hoped not.

Kats eyes unfocused for a second, and then she stopped.

She looked up, eyes blinking.

She continued staring for a second and looks around.

When he heard her voice, he didn't know what to think.

"...I was told to not like... pretend to be Kat."

Malcolms eyes widen, and hes taken aback. Her voice sounds so different. A touch lower, and with a strong Essex accent, her words somehow a mix of dramatic and lazy sounding.

"Uh... yeah. Who is this?"

"Has she told ya any of our names?"

"...No. But I've never asked. Wanted to go at her own pace."

Kat-whoever- nods at that, looking down at their clothes.

"What the fuck is this? Kat I told ya not to dress us in a skirt!"

He looks at the person in front of him.

"You don't like skirts?"

"Nah. Its not my style. I'm Haven. Primary protector and ex-prosecutor. Basically means I didn't used to be a great person. I'll explain more later if I feel like it. Its my job to protect us, and my job to judge whether someone is safe. You seem to be okay for now."

He was at a loss for words. He was given almost zero warning, however he assumed that she wasn't either.

"So what 'ave you said to set 'er off then?" She said, glaring. It was so weird, he thought, how her entire demeanor has changed. Man or woman. Or whatever. He didn't even know.

The glare on her face looked so unnatural, like it didn't belong there.

"We sort of got onto the topic of her past. And then... you came out." He said.

"Sorry, who exactly are you? You specifically. Not just your role." He said, confused and cautious as to where to go from here.

"Are you askin' what I look like?" She responded, the way she holds herself that of a completely different person.

"Maybe. Or just who you are. What you like and dislike, your interests."

She stares at him, tilting her head.

"Well for one thing, my skin is a bit darker then this, Kat is atrociously pale. I've got short, curly black hair and freckles."

He tries to imagine it, but its hard. He's looking at what he knew as Kat, but now, she's someone different.

Haven continued talking.

"I've got sort of big eyes. Small nose. Thick eyebrows. Big-ish lips. I look like I'm mixed race, but I don't like to think of myself as that because I will never relate to the struggles of being black and I will never be fully emersed in the culture. The body is Korean, and I don't think it's appropriate to be say that I'm mixed race because my actual real life body is not."

Malcolm nods. He could understand that.

So Haven, he noted, was a rambler.

"Im an integrated alter. I used to be three people. I have the memories of three different people and I remember them all separately. I have access to all the memories and trauma, so don't fuck with me." She says the last bit with a bit of sadness and anger.

Haven was really closed off, he thought. She looked at him with a fierceness he couldn't describe, and soon, he found himself noticing all the differences between them. The more she talked, the more she became her own person to him.

"I have just a few things to say to you before I go back inside-"

"Inside where?" Malcolm asked, cutting her off, suddenly very confused. More then he already was.

"Back to inner world. We have a whole world inside our head. We all live in an apartment building. Well not all. We have a cave, a pool, a forest, other stuff. When we're fronting, we're sitting in the lobby. I sound insane when I say that, but its true."

She shrugged.

Shes right, he thought.

It did sound insane.

And if he didn't already know a bit about the disorder, he would have called her out.

And some would say the same about his mental health problems.

So he believed her.

"So... you protect Kat?"

"Yes. And everyone else. Its my job. I was the first one made, the first one to take it instead of her."

His brows furrowed at that.

"What does that mean?"

She looks up at him.

"It means that when fucked up shit was happening to us I took her place so she didn't have to deal with it."

He thought about that. Fucked up shit? Like what? Did it have to do with his father? He shuddered at that thought.

It had taken him almost every ounce of willpower to not ask Kat about it, but he figured could ask Haven. So he did.

"Does the name Martin Whitly ring a bell?"

She stood up then, and dragged him up by the collar of his shirt, eyes intense and angry.

"How do you know that name?" She asked through gritted teeth, voice low.

Struck a nerve, then.

"He-He's my father." He said. Her eyes widened and she threw him onto the couch.

"Have you seen him recently? Don't lie to me I swear to God I will know."

He was taken aback. Things had taken a 180 faster then he could even process what was happening.

Struck a big nerve, then.

He could tell the truth, but what if it ruined their friendship?

Or he could lie, but she said she will know. That would probably ruin their friendship even more...

Before he can even stop himself:

"Yes."

She sits down then, eyes clenching.

"You have to take me to him."

He stands up, fists clenching.

"No. Absolutely not." He couldn't let his father ruin their friendship. He wouldn't let him.

"Either you take me to him or I go myself."

"You can't."

"I'll find a way." Her eyes glinting in determination. He suddenly got the feeling that she wasn't joking.

He took in a shuddery breath, hands shaking.

"Fine."

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Haha no proofreading here we die like Eve.

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Thx yall.

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

Part 25! Blind bandit and Azula!?

The fact that Toph had officially joined was something Kurt thought of as a 'hey new sister' situation but she found every chance she could to tease him about the fact that she was closer to his height while being 12

"Yknow sparks,"

"Dont call me that"

"Nah, I like it."

"I dont, what if I called you bandit!"

"Oooo, I like that nickname!"

"Youre impossible!"

"And you're tiny!"

Kurt groaned and fall back aganst the saddle "UUGH!" But he smiled, it was irritating, but he liked being able to talk so easily with her. Toph was cackling up a storm.

That night after setting up camp Toph shot up "somethings coming after us! Something big!"

"Can't we just sleep a bit longer? I'm sure whatver it is won't be here for a while" Sokka whined while snuggling against Zuko's side

"I dont think so Sokka" Katara added before they were off. Stopping here and there to try and rest only to be found again and take off.

Eventually they stopped on top of a mountain and managed to get a few minutes of shut I before "guys, youre not gonna believe this"

"No way, how could they have possibly found us!?" Kahno grumbked as he started to help Kurt onto the saddle

"No wait, lets see who it is" Aang said and so they waited.

Three girls emerged, one standing out in the middle. Zuko's eyes widened "guys, thats the girl from my visions at the swamp"

"The one who called you lost prince?" Suki asked with a small tilt to her head

"Yeah, I think her name is Azula..."

"Wait Azula is-

"The fire princess and my sister, I know, Ive never met her before though, I left when I was two remember?" He paused "we need to go before she shoots fire at us." And so they did, they flew all night, stopping at a river to wash Appa off so he'd stop shedding after figuring out that was how they were tracking them.

"Sokka, you Suki, Katara and Kahno take Appa that way, me Kurt and Zuko will head this way and lead them off of your trail."

With a nod they were off. Kurt being held easily by Aang legs and Zuko leaping around in the trees. All three of them dropping fur as they went. Eventually they came to an abandoned earth town where the three of them sat and waited for the arrival of the trio of girls.

But it was only Azula. "My my avatar, you have some strange friends if they're willing t- your..." she froze for a moment "it can't be" she stared at Zuko "I knew I had an older brother but I never expected to meet you. I always thought you had died"

Zuko stood first and drew his fans "I would have if Ozai would have reached me"

"Oh come on her wouldnt have killed you, youre his son"

"Yeah, and Azulon ordered him to disown and kill me and he was going to until Pa stepped in"

"Pa? Who's Pa?"

"Well I guess you'd call him uncle Iroh, but he's my Pa"

Azula faltered for a second before taking a stance "well, regardless, this reunion is over, Im here for the Avatar, and Im not leaving until I have him"

"Yes, you are." Zuko ignited flames around his fans and swung a large blast her way.

The fight was on after that. Eventually the trio were joined by the rest of the gaang to surround Azula. She put her hands up "alright, youve won, I know when I'm beaten."

The silence was deafening and only lasted a few moments before Azula shot a fire blast at Suki and disappeared. "Suki!" The group shouted. Katara having to pry Zuko and Sokka off of her so she could heal the burn as soon as possible. The burn was on her stomach but wasn't all too bad considering she had some armor protecting her.

Later on they finally set up camp and got some rest. They survived yet another battle. Zuko however was having trouble sleeping, the image of his sister firing fire at Suki kept playing in his mind, she was right between him and Sokka so he thought it hurt both of them at first. Sokka was curled up against his left and Suki his right.

He thought they were asleep but felt a light smack against his cheek from Suki "get to sleep goofball"

"I cant sleep"

"Are you okay?:

"Im just anxious"

"About?"

"You... Suki we watched you take a blue fire ball to the gut..."

"Yeah, that does sound scary. But I'm fine Zuko, I promise." She sighed "please get some sleep"

Zuko smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead "I'll try" and he did try. Eventually managing to fall asleep with his two lovers safe at his side.

[trikxx]

Lookk so to mention this is not just any friends to lovers story my toxic side is screaming friends with benefits type beat so😉 there will be some heartbreaking and Shinsou talking to other girls and you talking to other boys❤️❗️this is also a poc reader sooo read if you want i dont own you🤷🏽‍♀️

Songs for this chapter ⬇️

• B***h dont kill my vibe by kendrick Lamar

• in control nba youngboy

⚠️❗️marijuana use in this chapter❗️⚠️

"Alright we have 569 orders to pack Toshi." You say to Shinsou "ok hold on." Shinsou said licking and blunt to finish rolling it. You grabbed a box of packages and put it in the living room the grabbing your computer to print out labels and receipts.

You light a candle and turn on some music (the song at the top) Shinsou puts the blunt to the side and starts labeling the packages and putting the orders together in this order costumers order, business card, thank you card, and receipt. You do final packaging and stamp for the mail marking each order off the list and putting it in the box of finished orders.

"Hey n/n wanna go get a tattoo tomorrow?"

"Sure but where?"

"You remember Sero and Denki from Highschool?"

"Yea."

"Well they opened a tattoo spot on 58th." Shinsou said "Bet we can go." You respond putting another order in the box.

*DING*

"Who is it?" You ask Shinsou cause he pick up you phone. "Armoni." "What did he say?" "He said can he come over?" Shinsou responded "Are you ok with him coming over?" You say "Yea." "Ok then tell him Its ok."

Armoni⛓💵: Is it ok if i come over?

Y/n🤍🌸| Yea. You spending the night and do you need a ride?

Y/n🤍🌸| Also do ma know?

Armoni⛓💵: yea she know and no dad dropping me off.

Armoni⛓💵: ouu i can spend the night bet. Yea if thats the case.

Y/n🤍🌸: i didn't-

Y/n🤍🌸: Aight.

You and Shinsou start back in the orders soon finishing them. "I'm tired as fuck." You say flopping down on the couch "Get untired sweetheart cause your brother is coming over and we have a blunt to smoke and food to order." Shinsou said while laying across your legs.

Y/n's pov

Shinsou lit the blunt and hit it a few times. I looked at him as he let the smoke move out his mouth softly blowing with his head back. "Like what you see?" Shinsou said looking at me with a cocky smirk thats when I noticed I was staring "shut up and pass the blunt." I say. Shinsou chuckled and gave me the blunt. I did the same thing as Shinsou but blew o's "stop trying to show out n/n." Shinsou said taking the blunt "boy ain't nobody 'showing out'." I say putting up quotation marks with your hands.

We pass the blunt back a forth a few more times until I got a notification from life 360 saying Armoni go to the apartment. Shinsou put out the blunt and put it with the spongebob rolling tray we had. I cracked the window and opened the balcony door a little bit and went in my room to put the orders away.

When I came out the room someone started knocking on the door kinda like the police (strong ass knock✋🏽💀) "Armoni Keith l/n how manys time do I have to tell you stop knocking on my fucking door like that." I say opening the door. " Dang Im sorry you aint gotta cuss at me n/n" Armoni said "Aye Shinsou where the hoes?"

I smack Armoni on the back if the head while walking past him to the living room "Ain't no hoes." I say coldly. "Yea Armoni ain't no hoes.... right now." Shinsou said smirking. "Nigga." I say with a straight face. "Im not finna do this with ya'll tonight." Shinsou and Armoni start laughing "ANYWHOO. Did you eat yet Armoni cause was finna order some food."

"Nah not yet." Armoni said. "What do ya'll want to eat?" I say walking into the kitchen with my phone to grab an water and then lean on the island.

"What about taco bell?"

"Armoni who the fuck."(sorry to the people who like taco bell) I say "ima have to agree with y/n Armoni. Who eats Taco bell?" "Uhh..obviously me." Armoni says.

"Awe naw you gotta go." I say "how about in and out? We can go out and get that." K said "im cool with that" Armoni says. "Ok." I say walking to my room. I got in to my room and pull out a pair of jogging pants and a oversized (fav anime) shirt and took off my bonnet and styled my faux locs

I grabbed my purse and house and car keys. "Yall ready?" I ask putting on my air force ones. "Been ready. We was waiting for you." Shinsou said.

Time skip

I start up my car using my remote start while we were walking to the car in the parking garage.

Everyone gets in the car. "LET ME PLAY THE MUSIC!" Armoni yells "STOP FUCKING YELLING." And it depends on what you finna play." I say turning around to look at Armoni. "Come on n/n let him play the music." Shinsou said looking at me tilting his head with puppy dog eyes. "I guess." I say rolling my eyes. "Just dont play no trash shit." I said looking at him through the rear view mirror. "Ok ok and i was going to say yall had to cause yall smoked with out me." He said making this face '😌' "boy.."

Play in control by nba youngboy

"shhhhhhhh" Shinsou said putting his finger up to your mouth and pointing to the steering wheel. "Food." I side eyed him and started backing out the parking spot and driving out the garage. Armoni start playing Nba youngboy. As much as I wanted to turn it off Shinsou wouldn't let me so we had to flow with it.

"Sk machine guns its two of us wit four nines!" Armoni rapped with the song (in control-nba young boy only song i can get down to🙌🏽 edit- i put the wrong song🙂 if you listen to yb just ignore that🧍🏽‍♀️) I turned down the radio. "What do yall want from here?" I asked they both said what they wanted and i went inside and ordered the food. As im waiting a guy comes up to me "Damn, what a fine girl like you doing out by yourself." He says "ahaha" I said sarcastically "getting food." I say still looking down at my phone. "You should me get your number." He says "you should let me get your name." I respond dodging the request. " My name is Shindo and you?" "Y/n" i say

"Order number (blah blah blah)!" The cashier says "welp thats me." I said not wanting to talk to him anymore. "Here you go ma'am." R/n says handing my bag "Thank you, have a good night" i say walking towards the door. "Hey! Uhh.. y/n you said it was!" I heard the guy from before right when I walked out the door "Hey" I said putting on a fake smile. "Can I get your number?" He asked "yea sure" I say pulling out my phone to put his number in.

Shinsou's pov

As me and Armoni are just chilling the car I see y/n coming out on in and out but she getting stopped by someone "who the fuck.." I say "what wron... oh shit" Armoni says. "You know who that is?" Armoni asks me. "Not at all." I tell him. Im not gonna lie i was jealous. But like fr who is that. I see y/n put her phone back the guy tried to hug her but she away "she dont want em" me and Armoni said at the same time and busted out laughing

"What are yall laughing at?" Y/n said opening the back door putting the food in the car. "You petty for doing that to that dude." Armoni said trying to stop laughing. "Awe well he was the on that didn't realize." Y/n said " But you still gave him your number though ." I said. "Yea Im finna block his number rn." Y/n said pulling her phone back out.

Y/n's pov

"Aye. Disconnect from my car now." I said to Armoni "whyyyy?" Armoni whined. " Disconnect or get out. Either way your still disconnecting just the second one your walking." I said smiling at him "ok ok"

I started playing my playlist.

~Time skip~

Shinsou's pov

We got back to the apartment and everybody got comfortable and we ate and watched movies Armoni went into his room and got in the bed around 3 am. Me and y/n were still in the living room. Y/n was laying on me and I was laying on the couch.

~30 minutes later~

"Hey y/n..." she fell asleep on me. 'How cute' I chuckled and just stayed there not wanting to wake her up to put her in her bed. I kept watching f/a that Y/n had put on after Armoni went to bed.

*DING*

Kami💀⚡️: Yoooo are yall coming through to the shop tmrw

Hitoshi☄️: yea why wouldn't we😃.

Kami💀⚡️: just asking cause you guys change up plans really quick if ya know what i mean😉

Hitoshi☄️: stfu. It was only once.

Kami💀⚡️: if you say soo Hitoshi😌

Hitoshi☄️: stop fucking texting me.

It was only once we only did it once. Me and Y/n were supposed to go to their shop the other day but thing between me and y/n go heated and we ended up in bed together but thats besides the point. "Yo Hitoshi your still woke?" Armoni said walking into the living room. "Just up to get som..."Armoni stopped and look at me then down. "Uhmmm..." Armoni went back to his room and got his phone.

"Moms is gonna love this." Armoni said taking a picture. "Why you take a.... fuck Armoni delete it now." I whisper yelled still trying not wake up y/n

"Why should I delete it? Why ya'll ain't tell nobody you guys were a 'thing'?" Armoni shot back. "Cause we're not. Bruh delete the pic and we stay safe. You know your sister is crazy and if she finds out thats the end of our lives." I say slightly sitting up causing y/n to move around a little bit. "Valid point I'll delete it on one case." I was over joyed til the last part.

"Let me drive the car tomorrow." Armoni said. I sighed knowing either way this might be my last week on earth. "Ok." "Anddd deleted thank you for your service." Armoni said taking his water and going back to his room.

I layed back down trying to comprehend what just happened.

*DING*

"What the fuckkkk." I say reaching over to y/n's phone.

*New message from (***)-***-****

(***)-***-****: Hey y/n this Shindo😉.

*read*

I looked at the phone for a little bit 'who is Shindo'

(***)-***-****: from In&out we met there just yesterday.

(***)-***-****: shit. My bad for blowing up your phone just realized how late it is. Text me back when you see this👋🏽.

'Wow' I think to myself bro really is blind. Would this be considered harassment. Maybe I'm tripping... im still high as fuck. Maybe I should go to sleep. I cut on another show to try and fall asleep on but I couldn't. I kept thinking what if she falls for him?

"Y/n." I say shaking her a little bit "come on" Motioning her to wrap her legs and arms around me so I can put her in her bed. "Can I sleep in here?" I ask "Bruh your room is down the hall go there." She said in a sleepy voice. "I dont feel like ittttt" i say.

Y/n slow turned over to face me. "I dont have the energy to argue with you." She said "I take that as a yes." I say getting into her bed.

I felt y/n snuggle under me trying to find warmth so I grabbed and held her close to me. "Goodnight." I say. No response so I start to let go "ok ok night." I heard y/n say. "Mhm thats what I thought." After a while I was able to fall asleep.

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This chapter took 5 ever to write but it was worth it I really hope you guys liked this chapter.

🌸L O V E  Y A  B E B E S🌸

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Steve//Boys Like You

Okay, so this doesn’t exactly follow the Steve/Nancy plot of season 2 (or at least I don’t think it does) but, I really like it so I don’t care. Anyway! Enjoy! And yes, I am now becoming a Stranger Things stan account. Sweet Pea who? I only know Steve Harrington. (based off this song)

“And then she said it was all bullshit. Like our entire relationship and everything.” Steve is sat on your couch at 2am, sobbing into your chest. He turned up twenty minutes ago, tears flowing freely down his cheeks and a look of defeat on his face. 

You’d of course let him in, glad that your parents were out of town for the week. Ever since you’d known Steve Harrington, you’d followed him around like a lost puppy. Wherever he was, you were right by his side. Well, more behind him slightly, kinda in the background. There enough for him to notice you, but never enough, and usually when he needed you. 

You knew that you could get better friends, you were pretty, funny and smart. But there was just something about the brown-eyed boy with the brilliant hair that pulled you in and kept you hooked. So much so that by the time it was your senior year, you were madly in love with him, watching him pursue a girl that just didn’t seem that interested in him. 

However you were there to pick up the pieces, like you always were. And tonight seemed to be one of those nights. He’d been to Tina’s Halloween party, something that you weren’t invited to, by Tina or Steve for that matter. But you had other things to do anyway. You’d just been about to fall asleep when he knocked on the door, and now your trying your best to comfort him, even though the girl he was madly in love with, had just broken his heart and left him for another boy. 

“It’s okay Stevie.” You soothe, the nickname that you’d used for him since you could remember, rolled off your tongue like second nature and he smiled at the comfort. “She’s just drunk. She probably won’t even remember it in the morning.” 

“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.” He sighs and you look at him sympathetically, running your fingers through his hair. There was only a few people that had the privilege of touching his hair, and you were one of the lucky ones. 

“Better. There’s always a tomorrow to talk things through and make things right.” 

“How did I get so damn lucky to have you as a friend?” He asks, wonder lacing his voice and you blush profusely. 

“Luck, I guess.” You shrug and he shakes his head, laughing softly. 

“Nah, it’s more than that. You’re the best thing in my life.” He says, and grabs your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. He drops it before you even have the chance to comprehend what was happening and you can’t help but feel disappointment rise.

“Shouldn’t you be saying that to your girlfriend.” You roll your eyes. 

“Nope. Because I’m saying it to you. Y/n Y/l/n. You are the best thing in my life.” He repeats himself, but there’s something in his voice thats holding him back. You know he’s lying. You know it’s always going to be Nancy Wheeler, but for just one night you can pretend that he actually meant that. You know what you look like to him, you know what you are to him. You’re his childhood best friend that has followed him blindly and not minded being put in the background, just as long as she gets to hang around with him. 

“Sure I am.” You roll your eyes again. “You keep telling yourself that Harrington, I’m going to bed. You coming?” 

“Yeah.” He shrugs and stands up, holding his hand out towards you. You gladly take it and he pulls you up, rather aggressively. So much so that you fall slightly into his chest and he grabs your arms to steady you. You tilt your head up to look at him and he’s already smiling back at you. That signature Steve Harrington smile that has made every single girl in Hawkins High fall in love with him. 

“Steve?” You ask, breaking the silence. He hums in response, still staring down at you, a soft expression in his eyes that makes you melt. “How are you feeling?” 

“Much better after seeing you.” He replies and you giggle softly. The two of you stare at each other for a few moments longer, and you swear he’s leaning into you. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and then he’s pressing his lips against yours, igniting a flame deep inside you. Steve Harrington is kissing you! Holy shit. You kiss back, just as cautiously, but his hands fall to your hips, pulling you closer to him and your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss. However he pushes you away from him, staring at you wide eyed and breathless. You’re looking back at him, also breathless and blushing, but your heart feels like its just been put through a lawn mower. 

“I’m so sorry.” He stammers and runs his hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have done that. I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s fine.” You reassure him, taking a few steps towards him but he stumbles backwards and there’s another sharp pain shooting through your chest. The way he’s looking at you is as if you’ve just told him that there’s mythical creatures roaming Hawkins. He’s looking at you as if you’re a stranger. 

“I’m gonna go home.” He shakes his head and you reach for his hand but he pulls away. “This was such a huge mistake. I’m so sorry. “ 

“Steve.” You call after him, but he’s already out the door and down your drive. He can move fast when he really doesn’t want to be around someone. 

Tears fall freely down your face as you climb into bed. The covers are over your head, something you used to do as a child when you were upset. Usually if someone had said something mean to you, or if Steve had stolen one of your toys and refused to give it back (until his mother told him too). Now you’re just one of his toys, there when he needs something to keep him entertained and easily put back when ‘better’ is found. He’s always walked around like he could charm the birds from the trees, and he can. He charms you every time, tonight has proven it. 

And you fall for it. Every single stereotype. The Jock. The most popular boy in school. The boy that has a hidden softer side. Girl in love with her best friend. Oh wait, that was you. 

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The next day at school, Steve has been avoiding you like the plague. However, you manage to catch him at the gym. He’s playing basketball, however it looks like he’s been put on the bench for a while so you take the chance while you can. 

Sitting beside him on the bleachers. He doesn’t notice you at first, but once he does, you can see the disappointment settle in his eyes when he sees its you and not Nancy so you take a deep breath. 

“How are you feeling Stevie?” You ask and nudge him softly. The nickname leaves a bad taste in your mouth today. It doesn’t sound right. 

“Alright.” He shrugs and stares straight ahead at the game. 

“Why you been put on then bench?” 

“Hargrove.” He mutters. 

“Ah...do you wanna talk about last night?”

“No!” He replies loudly and you flinch. 

“Steve, we can’t ignore it forever. You’ve been avoiding me all day and I can’t deal with it. Just talk to me Stevie.” You force the nickname out this time and try to run your fingers through his hair, even though its kinda gross with sweat, but he pulls away. For a simple gesture, it stings like hell and you have to fight the urge to cry. 

“You just can’t help it Steve!” You shout gaining the attention of the basketball players. The game has stopped and the team are staring at the two of you. 

“What are you talking about?” He asks, running a hand over his face. 

“Are you being serious right now? You know, yesterday! At my house. Where we ki-” 

“Shhhh.” He shushed you, moving towards you quickly and glancing around the gym. Is he being serious right now? 

“Its how you were taught to love, and it’s shitty, but I still take it. You expect to keep a hoard of girls to follow you around. I always feel so lucky to hear your lines, just like the others do. But you pick us up when you and your girlfriend have a fight, and then drop us the next day when she’s sober and being nice to you again. You’re playing pretend Steve! When are you going to see that. There’s a name for boys like you-” 

“Oh yeah? And what is it!” He interrupts you and you raise an eyebrow. Before you have the chance to answer, Nancy’s voice rings through the hall and you sigh loudly.

“Steve?” She asks, a look of annoyance and confusion etched onto her face. He pulls away from you quickly and practically jogs to catch up with Nancy. They both walk out, leaving you standing alone. Again. 

“Fucking great.” You mutter before turning and walking the other way. 

In hindsight, some people would say that this was your own fault. Robin had warned you to not go there, when she caught you staring at him. The two of you had been paired up for some project when she was put in one of your advanced classes. And even though at the time you just rolled your eyes and laughed it off, your now thinking that the younger girl was onto something. 

Apparently you seem to love a nightmare, or at least you did. Actually who are you kidding, you still love him. You just can’t help it. Its gonna take more than this for you to get over him. 

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It’s been three days and you and Steve have avoided each other as if your life depended on it. Well, it was mainly Steve doing the avoiding but what can you do? 

You’re stood at your locker, Carol and Tommy talking about something that happened at another party you weren’t invited to, when they’re interrupted by Steve. He greets them and they make small talk for a few minutes before they start to bicker. You’ve busied yourself with your locker at this point, not wanting to be involved in any of their conversations. But when Nancy taps your shoulder you have no choice but to turn around and face them. 

“So, I heard about you and Steve.” She starts and your mouth goes dry. “About the argument you had the night of the party.” Of course. “And I want you to know that even though he would never admit it, he’s sorry. Aren’t you Stevie?” She smiles up at him and your vision blurs with tears. 

“Er, yeah.” He rubs the back oh his neck nervously. 

“Okay.” You nod your head. 

“Anyway.” He continues. “Me and Nance are back together.” He wraps an arm around her waist before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. A soft smile appears on her lips as she looks at him. The two of them start making out, meaning Tommy and Carol are shoving their tongues down each others throats before you can even say another word. Leaving you to lean against your locker awkwardly, and look anywhere but either in front of you or to your left. 

“Isn’t that great.” Nancy smiles brightly as she pulls away.  

“...yeah.” You force a smile. She seems to believe it, and the two of them start to talk to Carol and Tommy. 

And once again, you’re pushed into the background. 

part 2 part 3 part 4

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Real life fantasy

I had a fanfictionesc experience with my boy friend last night. I’m gonna retell it with Sadie and Sam. His innitiation was into improv club but im going to make it an innitiation into B.E.E.S.T. Note this is probably not cannon to the comic. Also I’m gonna tell this from Sadies perspective since it’s mostly my perspective.

I had watched him at the training session. His biceps bulged at the slightest bend of his elbow. I had always thought he had broad chest even though he seemed to always think he needed to bulk up more. He was objectively wrong but I found no harm in letting him think otherwise. As long as he had a clear body image and liked himself as much as I did, that’s all that mattered to me.

I watched Inaya’s eyes travel over him and I knew exactly what she was thinking. How the hell did he fit that ass in those jeans? I felt a pleasure in knowing I would be the only one to find out. At the end of our training session (improv show) There was a ceremony to celebrate our last practice before battle. (We went to Denny’s)

“So...what are you guys doing now?” Moyo asked.

I told him we were heading to the ceremoni and he asked if he could ride along.

Sam was accomodating as usual. I told him to put away his G.P.S. and proceeded to direct him with my own british accent. Perhaps I would have done better had I not been so easily confused about my left and right. When we made it the ceremoni we found our friends and I determined what I wanted from the menu faster than I ever have before.

He ordered a breakfast platter while I ordered a steak and vegitables. Any time there were this many people in a room togethure I had no choice but to engage them in a game. I had brought paper and pens for a game of telestrations. This time I brouht enough pens for everybody even though only seven out of twelve of us were playing.

“Are you gonna play?” I asked Sam who was helping me to recruit players from the table.

“Ofcourse.” His enthusiasm was genuine. Immediatly I felt disgusted with myself for the amount of adoration I held in that moment. He would cringe if he knew.

I couldn’t help but to whisper under my breath a subtle “Your perfect.” Even though no one is.

So amid conversation, and youtube videos, and a painful compilation of sounds we played the game. When the food arrived we cleared the table.

“French toast breakfast platter?”

“Thats him.” I said, tilting my head in Sam’s direction.

He took the plate, perplexed by the lack of food on it. I recieved my steak and could sense mild jealousy from my right side. (Left handed couples bennefit from that one shared trate) “Don’t worry. I’ll share.” I promised him. But an even larger plate of hashbrowns, eggs, and sausage followed mine.

“Aww I asked for bacon?” He murmered.

“Need me to advocate for you?” I asked.

“Nah. It’s fine.” He said politely.

“You want a piece of steak?” I offered.

“I would love some steak.”

And so I proceeded to saw at the juicy sirloin. I slid a nice chunk of it off my fork and onto Sam’s plate.

“Wow that’s really good. Do you like it?”

I smiled making the second cut. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried it yet.”

“You gave me the first piece?”

“I did.”

“Aww That’s so sweet.”

And before I knew it his plate was cleaned asside from the sausages and  a smear of egg yolk.

I watched the leader pour shots of syrup into little cups.

“Sadie, do you remember the ritual?” He asked mischiefously.

“I don’t remember ever having to do it.” I admitted.

“What ritual?” Sam asked.

But I had been instructed not to tell.

“Can you pass the sugar?” He asked me as his coffee was refilled.

“Regular sugar right?”

“No. i really want that aspertame stuff.” He said sardonicaly.

As he toor open his sugar packet the group leader came to a stand.

“Now I’m not realy one to make speaches but I thought I should say something. Something. There I said it. But here at B.E.E.S.T. we have a ceremoni for innitiating new members. Everyone here has done it. Well Sady is questionable. So I poured all of the new members syrup shots.”

I wanted to lay a hand on Sam’s shoulder and tell him it was optional but it wasn’t my place. Besides I didn’t want to smother him and make his decitions for him.

“Guess I’ll be drinking my coffee black then.” He mused, setting asside the sugar packets. He toasts his shot of syrup hesitantly. The face he makes is one I have never seen before. His eyes widen with a sort of fear. His only focus is on keeping the syrup down which he looks like he might not be able to. I imagine this is the face he makes when he’s about to be ill.

“That was very unpleasant.” He cholks

“You alright?” I fight the instinct to lay my hand on him. Normaly, I would be scooting away or flenching in this situations.

“I’m fine.” He tries to wash away the syrup taste with black coffee.

“Want some steak?” I ask him.

He pausses to assess his stomach. “Sure.” He says.

“Figured it might balance out the sugar.” is my explanation as I hand him the fork.

“Mmm at least with burbon the burn only lasts for a minute. I can still feel the syrup.” He says sickly.

“Drink some water.” I suggest, and rather than arguing he says “that’s a good idea.” And proceeds to sip from his glass.

I give him the last piece of steak. I had intended to order dessert to share with him but judging by the way he keeps rubbing his stomach under the table I decide I should probably hold off. Though I do make mention of it for some reason.

He’s still playful though, making jokes with everyone and going along with their chinanigans like hiding in foyer from our friends before we leave.

On the drive home he opens up a bit about he’s fealing. “Ugh, I just feel... ack, bleck, augh.” He shakes his head commicaly trying not to be to complainy. “eck”

“We’ll get you home so you can sleep it off.” I promise him. And I go on to tell him how much I appreciate that he does things, and that he’s fun, and that he steps out of his comfort zone.

“You’re so sappy.” He tells me.

“You’re the one who’s full of syrup.” I remind him.

“Mhh Yea. And now I feel queasy.” He says and I feel ever nerve in body light on fire. I still don’t know if he heard me moan involuntarily.

We drop off our friend and head to Sam’s dorm. As soon as the back car door shuts I’m a loose cannon.

“I want you so bad right now.” I blurt.

“I figured you would-” He’s about to say more but I go onto describe the way his pants accent his butt, the way he looks like a greak god every time moves. But he knows what I’m diying to say.

“My stomach hurts a little.” He winces. And I know he isn’t acting because he can’t keep a streight face during roleplay.

“You should drink some water.”

“I know. I want you to give it to me.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. I feel like I’m in a dream.

“Yes.” He says. “It can be our forplay.”

“Foreplay? I thought you wanted to go to sleep.” I say gently. Though I certaintly don’t want to go to sleep.

“Yea but I want to cum first.” He addmits. “Besides I’m in the perfect state for you right now.”

He isn’t joking. Just queasy enough to need some soothing, but not so queasy he doesn’t want to be touched.

“Hell yea.” I say. “Fuck. I don’t know if I’m horny or I have to pee.”

“Probably both.” He reassures me.

He’s right. And when i come out of his bathroom I find him standing in the middle of his room.

“Take my shirt off.” He whispers. “Take your own bloody shirt off.” I tell him, trying to quote something we’ve watched recently.

“You want to don’t you?” He asks.

I admit that he’s right and I pull his shirt off over his head.

“Can you undo my pants too?” He asks me. I slink down kissing his tender stomach gently and unfasten his pants. I know he’ll feel so much better when his syrup filled guts aren’t being squeased.

“Compression shorts too?” I ask him.

“If you want.”

I pull on the front band, making room for his stomach to relax.

“You’de probably feel better with some of the pressure off you.”

I pull the shorts off and rub his tummy in small circles.

“That feels good.” He groans.

“Do you want to lay down I ask him?”

“Yea. That might help” And he follows me into his bed where he lays his head in my lap as I stroke his hair and tend to his stomach ache. He takes off his glasses, folds them, and sets them on the window sill before tenting the blinds.

He gives a controlled sigh and nestles into my breast.

“How’s your stomach?” I ask him.

“I still feel a bit queasy.” He admits.

“Do you want some water?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

So I grab a bottle from his nightstand and proceed to pour some in his mouth. The first sip is small the following one he nearly cholkes on. I follow it from his throat to his belly with my finger.

“Something inbetween the two of those.” he seems weak.

I make a second attempt.

“That was more like the first one but I’m fine.” So I cap the water and go back to massaging his syrup filled tummy.

“Rub my chest.” He whispers. And when I do he moans pleasently his muscles relax.

"Use your nails."

And so I do. I'm absolutely batty right now. My head spinning, but in like a really soothing way.

His stomach isn't as grumbly as usual which leads me to believe its overly full. Though it hardly bulges. At least not as much as other things do.

"Starting to feel better actually." He says somewhat surprised.

I'm ecstatic that this actualy working. That I'm able to sooth his nausia. I kiss him on top of the head. His Normaly curly hair cut too close last time and now its a bit prickly though grown out quote a bit.

He sits up to adjust. The movement burps him and seems somewhat relieved.

"I need an ibeprophin." He whispers.

"Headache?"

"A bit yea. I can feel one coming on."

"Want me to get it for you?" I ask him gently.

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Cups

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Words: 1,661

Rating: M, 16+ ONLY

A/N: Hello! Welcome to Christmas Drabbles 2018! For the next seven days I’ll be posting a drabble every dang day with a festive theme. I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

Summary: Based on the prompt ‘Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party’, by @alloftheprompts

MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS DRABBLES 2018 MASTERLIST

Please don’t copy, steal or repost my work; credit does not count.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Oh, here we go.

“Excuse me?”

Arching an eyebrow, you place your hands on your hips as you turn to the source of the gruff voice.

Chief Jim Hopper looks at you incredulously, his hands also on his hips.

“What. The hell. Are you doing?” he repeats in that slow way that immediately makes you feel like a complete idiot.

Clenching your jaw, you raise your eyebrows. “What does it look like, Chief Hopper?”

“It looks like you’re hangin’ tinsel on the holding cells.”

“Oh, so your eyes do work.”

You turn back to your task, a hint of a smug smirk on your lips as you hear him exhale a long breath. You were always able to push your luck because what could he do? Fire you? Yeah, well, maybe, but on what grounds? Stating the truth?

Just try me, Hopper.

You were always just that little step ahead, and he hated it.

“You can’t hang tinsel on the holding cells.”

“Do please tell me why.”

You can practically hear his teeth grinding together. “That’s where we keep suspected or confirmed criminals. We can’t have it lookin’... Jolly.”

“Yes, we can.” You finish sticking two ends of tinsel together and step down from the chair.

And you leave your response at that.

Turning away from him, you move back to the box of decorations, rummaging through it for the multi-coloured lights you’d seen and fallen in love with earlier. Finding them, horrendously tangled, you thrust them in Hopper’s direction, not looking at him.

“Do something useful and untangle these.”

You hear that deep, irritating sigh of exasperation as he takes them and sits down heavily in the nearest chair, getting to work as he mutters under his breath.

If only he’d known Flo had also picked you to decorate the Station. He would have stayed right the hell away. Maybe even gone across to another state. Taken a whole damn week off so he didn’t have to see or think about you.

What he wouldn’t give for one day of relief.

“Come on, honey, come and dance.”

Smiling widely at Flo, you shake your head, your bell earrings tinkling with the motion. “No, I’m all right, thank you, Flo. Maybe after I’ve had a few more of these.” You raise your cup a little. “Then I’ll be able to dance like, oh, what did our delightful chief call it last year... A newborn foal with roller-skates on.” 

Flo tuts as she moves closer to your side. “Like he can dance any better. Oh, no, I mean, you are a good dancer, honey,” she swiftly continues when you arch an eyebrow. “Oh, you know what I mean. Oh, if only you two would get along, you have so much in common.”

You snort, raising your cup to your lips. “Yeah, well, he should apologise.”

“Can’t you just let it go and shake hands?”

“I’m not that big a person, Flo.”

It had been three years since you’d started. Three years since The Incident. Since... Since he’d... What had he said again... Urgh, you can’t remember the specifics but it was something incredibly patronising and you hadn’t just let it slide and it had snowballed from there and here you are today.

Staring across the office floor at him.

Your skin prickling in that way it always does when he’s near.

Your heart beating just that little bit faster.

Unable to stop staring at him.

“‘nother beer, Chief?”

Hopper lifts his gaze from his nearly empty bottle to the one Powell holds out to him.

“Yeah, thanks.” Setting the one in his hand down on the table, he accepts the fresh bottle, raising it to his lips for a sip. 

Powell stands at his side, gazing out at the cramped dance floor you had somehow made the space for, desks and chairs shoved aside.

“Hey, didn’t she wear that dress at the Thanksgiving party?”

Calvin Powell looks to his chief, then to you, then back to Hopper. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

“Dunno, just...” Hopper shrugs, lifting the bottle to his lips again as he mumbles, “Make an effort, you know.”

Powell raises his eyebrows. “Says the guy who wears the same shirt to everything.”

“Yeah, but, you know... Women,” Hop finishes weakly, wincing slightly in instant regret.

Powell’s eyebrows rise even higher. “’Women’?”

Apparently relenting to the fact he has to commit to the words that somehow came out of his mouth, Hopper clears his throat and shrugs. “Yeah... Women.”

His officer stares at him. “Uh-huh. Women... Mystifying, aren’t they?”

“Mhm.”

“Annoying when you can’t figure ‘em out, isn’t it?” He watches Hopper stare at you, watching you converse with Flo.

“Mhm.”

“And it’s even more annoying when you wanna go over there, ask ‘em if you can get ‘em a drink and apologise for being a damn idiot all the time.”

“Mhm─” Hopper’s gaze flicks over to him, his eyes narrowing.

Powell shrugs.

Clearing his throat, Hopper opens his mouth, to say what he has no God damn clue, when his eyes find their way back to you and you’re heading into his office.

“What in the hell...” he mutters, irritation swiftly rising within him as he sets his bottle down and strides after you, leaving Powell staring after him.

“How can we have run out of cups already? Hopper was meant─ Well, there we go actually, Hopper was in charge, that’s how we have.” Exhaling a short breath of frustration, you then smile at Flo and pat her shoulder gently as you pass. “I’m gonna go and get some cups.”

Placing your cup down on the nearest desk, you round it and push through the small swing door leading to Hopper’s office. Opening the door, you head inside, not bothering to turn the light on.

Hopper being Hopper, he’d vehemently opposed you using his office as a decoration base but you’d ignored him and stored boxes in there when he hadn’t been looking. Which had actually been easy to do because he never looked. Not that you minded. One bit.

Surveying the array of boxes, you try and remember which ones the cups were in.

Oh, God, where the hell has he put them...

“What are you doing?”

You exhale a low, exasperated sound, opening the nearest box and starting to search through it. “Getting more cups, officer.”

“Did you not put enough out?”

“The drinks table was your jurisdiction, Hopper, it’s the only thing you got excited about. The most excited I’ve ever seen you, actually, I didn’t know it was possible.”

“I get excited about things.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Knowing you’re not gonna be in.”

You snort.

Wait, what.

You hadn’t been able to help it. You’d snorted. And not a dismissive snort. An amused snort.

And neither of you know what to do.

So you both ignore it.

Clearing your throat and mercifully finding the cups, you pull them out, turn and move to the door, pushing the wrapped stack into Hopper’s hands as you pass him.

You’re so close to the door, so close to freedom and pretending that never happened, when Callahan appears in the doorway.

“Oh, shiiit, look who’s under the mistletoe!” he grins, dangling the fake arrangement above your head.

“Oh, God, never, Phil,” you reply, incredibly grateful for the distraction and trying so hard not to smile.

“Nah, c’mon, you two.”

“‘You tw─”

In taking a step back from Callahan, you meet a hard wall behind you. 

Not a wall.

A Hopper.

The Chief clears his throat. “No, Callahan.”

“Come on, just a lil’ peck.”

“Calla─”

“Smooch, smooch.”

“Phil─“

He raises the mistletoe higher. “I won’t let you pass and I reckon I could take you both on. Get in to the Christmas spirit, guys, c’mon.”

“Christ, fine,” you mutter.

You tilt your head back and lift your chin to kiss Hopper on the cheek to just get this over with... but he’s turned his head, too. 

Your lips meet his.

Gently.

Gently? 

God, you thought kissing Hopper would be uncoordinated, he’s a complete mess of a man, frankly, but this is... This is nice, no, wait, anyway, you don’t spend a lot of time thinking about kissing him so─

Your lips are still against his. You haven’t pulled back. And neither has he.

He seems to realise it the same moment you do.

Drawing your head back so quickly you almost strain a muscle, you stare at him as he stares at you.

Even Callahan goes quiet for once.

For a few seconds.

“Okay, who’s next!” he calls out as he turns and zones in on the next victim.

You and Hopper are still looking at each other.

Your cheeks feel warm and his mouth is open, like he’s fighting for something to say.

He finds it. “Right.”

“Right.”

“Okay.”

You want to kiss him again.

Oh, God.

Clearing your throat, you nod and turn away, start walking, pause in the doorway, and then clear your throat again.

“Put the cups on the table, Hopper.”

“Yep.”

Lifting your gaze, you find him still looking at you.

Oh, God.

“Okay, so I’ll─”

“Actually...”

You blink, slightly startled that he’s interrupted your attempt to leave this situation he should no doubt be also finding awkward. 

There’s something in his eyes, though, something that you can’t look away from.

“... I remember tellin’ you you couldn’t put all this shit in here.” He drops the stack of cups into a box beside him as he moves towards you, and you don’t move.

Standing before you, looking down at you, he reaches behind you and pushes the door shut.

Suddenly, pressed against him, your head leaning back against the door, you can name what’s lingering in his gaze.

Lust.

And you know he can see it in your eyes, too.

“What are you going to do about it, Chief?”

“Somethin’ I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

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perfect storm [pt 1] (ruby martinez x reader x cesar diaz)

PART 1 | PART 2

request : n/a

summary : someone from cesar’s past with a past of her own causes a stir in his current life.

warnings : flirting, cussins

pronouns : she/her

a/n : wow i love on my block. i started it on a whim and i am  o b s e s s e d. 

Spooky glared at you from the drivers seat as you flirted with someone. He was waiting at the terminal for you and you hadn't spotted him yet. He honked and you finally looked up. He rolled his eyes and made you laugh, a slight smile spreading on his face. You then grabbed your bags and waved a quick goodbye to whoever you were talking to. Spooky got out of the car and opened the trunk for you.  “Not gonna lie, this car has always been ugly”

“Shut up and get in the car or you’re walking.”

“I mean it looks like you need the exercise more than i do.” you laughed, making him glare at you. You sat in the passenger seat and watched as Spooky slid into the car. 

“So... did you tell Cesar I was coming?” you asked him, and he shook his head. 

“Nah, this whole thing was so quick, y’know? lil homie has his own troubles to deal with.”

“Are you calling me a trouble?” you gasped, fake offended. 

“maybe... but anyways how have you been? hows your sister?”

“married, first of all.” you pointed out making Spooky groan. “So you can take that off of the table. But other than that, good. School’s been a bitch but im trying to get into some good college, you feel? Get out of this life. and by this life i mean gang shit. it just follows me everywhere. one of my exes was in some san francisco street gang or shit and he tried to scare me by having one of his homies pull up. I mean... almost shot him dead right there. This shit is tiring as fuck. I just wanna sleep man” you let out a long sigh. 

“i feel. cesar wants out of that life too. he's been clawing at some hope that in the future, he won't have to worry about gangs. He doesn't get that it follows you wherever you go.” 

you turned to look at Spooky. “Oscar” you say, and Spooky turns to you, knowing its serious now, “Is he in? the Santos? Is he- did he get jumped in?” you asked him. He nodded slowly. you kicked the car. Spooky put his hand on your shoulder, but you were silent the rest of the car ride. 

you hopped out of the car and stretched out. immediately you heard wolf whistles all around  you.

“Damn ma, only been gone for a few years but you been aging like a fine ass wine, you know what im sayin” you heard one of Spooky’s friends say. You turned and rolled your eyes. Picking up your bags, you walked into the house. 

“wheres cesar” you asked, and they all shrugged. Spooky answered instead “probably at Ruby’s. ill drop you off” 

as you walked to Ruby’s, you took in how nothing and everything had changed. it was exactly how you remembered it, but somehow so different. You reached Ruby’s house, hugged Spooky, and rang the doorbell. Abuelita opened it and shrieked in joy. "¡Mi precioso! ¡Mi hija! ¡Mi princesa!". You laughed and hugged her as she cried tiny tears. 

“¡Ven aca! Ruby! Look who's here!” 

Ruby slugded to the door expecting a tía or tío, but his mouth dropped in shock at seeing you and your well... packages. He immediately covered his shock and apparent boner by displaying a fake confidence. 

“Well, well, well, guess who decided to come back to this tiny little town of Freeridge. San Francisco too much for you?” Ruby smirked, but the little crush of you inside of him squealed. 

“No, I came here because I missed you.” you made eye contact with Ruby and watched his mouth go dry, “and Cesar, and Monse” 

and as you said his name, Cesar walked in. 

“y/n/n?? no WAY! oh my god!” he ran towards you and picked you up in a dramatic hug, twirling you around. “how long has it been? 8 years? God i missed you so much! Where are you staying? Why didnt you tell me you were coming?” He gushed and you laughed in response.  “Im staying in your room, and Spooky was supposed to tell you but apparently he didnt. i really did miss you too”. you pressed your face in his shoulder and the two of you stood their for a little too long. You cleared your throat and got out of the hug, both you and Cesar looking awkwardly towards the floor and rubbing your necks. Monse was glaring at Cesar but you didnt notice. Instead you went to Jamal, hugging him awkwardly. 

“How’s my token black boy doing?” you asked him. 

“Opposite of a stereotype as usual. I have to fake being on the football team so my dad does kick me in the balls. Sad face” he drew fingers down his cheeks to imitate tears and made you burst out laughing. Then you turned to Monse. Things had always been awkward between you too and you could never tell why. Every conversation with her created some weird situation that both of you wanted to get out of. 

“hey... monse” you said, trying to break the now-awkward silence inhibiting the air. 

“hey.” she replied back, looking you dead in the eyes, then at your boobs, then at her own. Yours were about the same size as hers, maybe bigger. And thats when it hit you. This was not a friendship being initiated. This was war. 

“so... you look nice today. thats a cute shirt!” she said, smiling fakely. 

“oh thank you! did you buy that shirt from the clearance rack of justice? it reminds me of my little sister! and you're really growing into your moms bras! finally am I right?” you smiled back, keeping the sickly sweet accent in your mouth. 

“those shoes are so nice! were they your grandmas? so vintage!” she said, tilting her head to the left. not the right. oh this meant hell. 

“aww thank you! is that a zit on your face right near- oh never mind thats just your nose! just looking out for a sister!” you titled your head to the right. 

ruby looks to jamal and cesar and begins to translate everything for them as you and Monse continue to exchange banter. Cesar and Jamal glance at each other, both making eye contact which said this is intense. 

ruby had finally had enough and stood in between the two of them. 

“Stop! ¡Ay dios mios! Monse- you look like a four year old lumberjack! (y/n)! you have the fashion sense of every girl in california. Both of you calm down and back off. Now, (y/n) come chill in my room with me.” He said, and walked into his room. Moments passed and he peaked his head out the hallway. 

“Arent you coming?” he said. you sighed and walked. As you slugged into his room, Ruby sat cross legged on the bed with a serious expression. 

“Ok, so heres what you need to know.”

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

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[thirstyfortom]

Sounds like a funny romcom, I like it! Hope you like this! ^^

Keeping it casual

Zen

After much discussion, you both agreed: it wouldn’t be a good idea to start dating like this

It was just too much trouble. There was the Echo Girl ordeal, his career, you would be thrown at the spotlight too suddenly, so no

But he likes you so much, he can’t forget that kiss, your skin, your voice… staying away from all that is too much of a struggle

So you proposed something more casual, you guys could see each other and do everything a couple can do, just… as long as no one else knows about it.

He didn’t like the word “casual” but… okay, it was only fair. So that’s how it started.

It was good for most of the times, he was getting to do everything he fantasized about you, well, almost everything… he couldn’t hold hands in public or tease you about the beast whenever you did something cute in one of the RFA meetings

But then… you guys slipped up. A paparazzi got a great snap of you leaving his house and giving him a goodbye kiss, that kind of kiss that doesn’t happen between platonic friends

It was all over the gossip websites and tabloids, so now everybody knew, everybody including the RFA, and Jumin called a meeting.

“You really didn’t learn the lesson and jumped off from a scandal to another.” “These are completely different situations, what are you even saying?”

“Zen… I think what Mr. Han means is that… it wasn’t easy collecting that intel on Echo Girl and setting everything for you to be acquitted, so… being seen with another woman so suddenly…” Jaehee tried to mediate and stop a potential fight, since Yoosung and Seven clearly weren’t going to do anything

“But… but these are very different situations, Jaehee. I never had anything with Echo Girl, I barely knew her when she showed up at my place, I… I had no interest in her at all, but with MC…” then he looks at you. “It’s different with MC…”

“Different how, exactly?” Jumin asks “Because even though we’re not serious or committed, I… I love her, I care for her and… saying goodbye whenever she leaves is painful. I don’t like we’re just a casual thing, but… I am very happy that I get to be with her, and that photo show it all…” “Zen, you… you just confessed…”

“I would have done it before, I wanted to do that morning when we got photographed, hahaha.” you blush “What’s wrong, bab- I - I mean, MC?” “I wanted to confess that day too.” his face glows as he laughs in satisfaction. Ahh… fuck off, he loves you so much and all he wants to is kiss you right now.

“So… You would have to do an announce anyway, whatever the outcome turned out to be. Can we send a press release that you are officially together?” Jumin asks, completely unfazed, unlike the other members, who are very embarrassed.

“Well, if it’s okay with you, babe…” you just nod and smile. “Nnnng , I told you not so smile like that! You make the beast inside of me grow-” “We’re all still here, Zen.” Jaehee reminds him.

Yoosung

You were shocked that he agreed with your suggestion without much thinking

You thought it would be so hard to reassure him that yes, you like him, you just think a serious relationship wouldn’t work now, there was so much to process after all those events...

But he did agree, he said that it was because he wasn’t mature enough for a serious relationship,

The right thing to do would be stay as friends, but… nah, neither of you managed that. Meeting him in his place to help him study would always lead to everything but studying

He had a girlfriend (sorta) he was finally being able to do everything he fantasized about having a girlfriend (sorta), he was happy (sorta?)

Plus, he was feeling so manly, so cool by sneaking out like this. Zen and Seven would tease him about being too innocent and he could easily play along with the teasing, since it wasn’t true.

Then there was this one night, RFA was supposed to meet for a little gathering and he thought it would be nice if you guys went together, nobody would suspect a thing

“Oh, thank you for inviting me, but Seven called me earlier and he’ll pick me up… he can give you a ride too if you want.” “No, thank you.” he hung up, hoping you noticed his tone.

The gathering starts, and he can’t stop staring at you and Seven chatting friendly, a little too friendly… so he’s not in a good mood.

“What’s wrong? You seem a little off, Yoosung.” Zen points out “Does your eye hurt or something?” you ask him, worried. Seriously? You have no idea what this is about?

“No, I’m fine, MC.” “Yeah, yeah, Yoosungie is fine, MC. So back to our conversation, I think-” Seven gets interrupted by Yoosung slamming his glass on the table, shooting daggers at the redhead.

“Whoa, are you okay?” “Yeah, what’s wrong, Yoosung? You don’t need to pout like this, I’m not doing anything but talking to MC… why don’t you get over here and join us if it bothers you so much?”

“What?” everybody looks at him “N-no, it doesn’t bother me, but… if she’s uncomfortable, I… I would be uncomfortable too…” “Because?” Yoosung sighs “Because…” “Because you’ve been seeing each other for months and you love her, so now you’re jealous, but there’s no need to be jealous because she loves you too.”

“W-what? Seven… how do you know all that?” you ask him, shocked, Seven just grins “Heh, I figured it out when you asked for my help to choose a pair of glasses for him as a present… oops, that’s another thing I shouldn’t have said.” he says that, but he clearly doesn’t regret. “MC… you bought glasses for me?” you nod shyly, taking the gift out of your bag and walking to him.

“Yep, I also do love you, by the way…” “Even if I’m not mature enough?” you take the glasses out of the case and put on his face, tilting your head and smiling. “You look pretty mature to me.”

Jaehee

You started as friends, the benefits came a little later

It was surprising even for her how well she adjusted into this casual thing, you made it feel so natural and right for her

Let’s just face it, there was no time for dating now that she was starting a business by herself, also, a relationship could ruin her first meaningful friendship, so casual it was

At first, she couldn’t even tell what was different, you would hang out, have fun by watching musicals, drinking, talking…

And then there was cuddling, getting intimate, feeling good in a way she never felt before about her body, oh okay… now that’s different

The only time she remembered that his wasn’t a relationship is when you told her a friend of yours invited you to a single’s mixer and you asked her if she wanted to join you

Something unfamiliar took over her. Of course she didn’t want to go, she wasn’t interested in dating if she… well, if there was nothing she would get out of it at the monet, but… she needed to go because you were going, did it make sense? It did for her

So awkward… she is hating all of this, but you seem pretty chill talking and laughing with guys and girls

One lady is flirting with you so much even Jaehee can tell. She touches your arm whenever she can, she’s running her fingers through her hair seductively, did… did she just play with the pendant of your necklace? Hey! Jaehee gave you that pendant!

“So how is everything going?” Zen texts her. “Awful, I want to leave!” “Then why don’t you?” “I’m not leaving without MC.”

“Hum, even if she leaves with someone else?” this possibility makes her feel sick. Why is that? She has no right to feel like that, does she?

“Then I hope she has fun.” “Yeah right.” “Are you being sarcastic, Zen?” “Maybe?” “Don’t lie, you are being sarcastic!” “And you are in denial that you’re jealous because you love her and don’t want her to be with anyone else.”

“WHAT? Thats nto rtue!,,!” she makes a few typos as gagging with her beverage. “Come on, Jaehee, we all know you’ve been dating in secret.” “ALL OF YOU?”

“Yep, Yoosung didn’t want to believe, but even him joined in the bet.” “WHAT BET???” “Oh, just a silly thing the guys and I put together to see how long it takes until you gurls become serious, I thought it wouldn’t take long, but… if you keep talking on your phone while she talks to other people, I might lose very soon… and so will you.” She’ll kill all these men later, but… dang, Zen is right.

“Hey… do you want to ditch this and go watch a movie?” “Oh… sure, I’d love to, but… aren’t you having fun?” “No, not really, I… can only have fun with you in that sense, since I… I love you, MC…” she kisses you shyly, but you promptly kiss her back

Jumin

If it was entirely up to him, you guys would be engaged by now

But after much thinking, he realized he still had some things to sort out and he should take easy after the events in his penthouse

Then you came up with this in between solution: not married, but not exactly single. Not dating, but also not completely apart

Well, it was something out of reach for his moral values, but… it seemed like a good idea when he thought about his father and how taking relationships too seriously didn’t bring anything but trouble in the past

It’s not easy for him. Casualty and Jumin Han just… don’t exist together. It’s too easy going for him.

He wants to call you every night, but he avoids it, knowing that not being clingy is one of the most important rules for this

He wants to take you in his business parties, but it doesn’t seem right if he can’t introduce you as his girlfriend.

But when  you’re together, he forgets his concerns for a while. You’re around, Elizabeth likes you, he gets to touch you and talk to you about so many things!

Then you go away, and his doubts start again. Is this really alright? Do people really grow accustomed to this? Will he get accustomed?

Until you guys are having a RFA gathering at his penthouse, it’s so strange that you’re here and he still can’t do anything to get closer to you. Strange and frustrating.

“I’m glad you invited us, Jumin, did you have to reschedule dinner with your father for us to be here?” V asks him. “No, I will have dinner with him tomorrow, I would invite you all as well, but it’s our traditional family dinner…”

Everybody nods. “But if you want to join us, it would be nice. Especially you, MC.” you gasp with the water. “M-me?”

“Yes, you didn’t have the chance to actually meet my father at the RFA since it was quite… crowded, I’m sure he would like to meet you… as the newest RFA member, I mean.” “Oh… sure…”

“Then you will propose her?” Seven asks teasingly. “No, proposing can wait, I’d need her to agree on leaving the casual terms of our relationship so we can make it official, but… this also can wait if she wants.”

“You just made impossible for her to turn you down, dude.” Zen scowls. “Did I? Was I forceful, MC?” “No, not really, but it really is impossible to turn you down.” you blush as you slip your hand to hold his.

Saeyoung

He really didn’t want to focus on anything else but his brother’s recovery

But… it was very stressful and frustrating, so he would always end up going to you for advice

And for comfort, and before you guys even knew, he would be spending the night with you before going to the hospital

He hated how he was leaning on you with no guarantee of a steady relationship even if Saeran got better

But he would always end in your bed, and regret right after

Not telling anyone was common ground even if you never really discussed where you would stand as a couple

Tsk… was it right that he was depending on you so much like this? You would get tired eventually, wouldn’t you?

And if you did, you would have every right to leave him, so… why does the idea of you leaving him hurt so much?

Saeran was still unstable and would snap at him and at the medical staff constantly.

He was completely drained of his energy and strength, what if his brother never got better?

Everybody in RFA was concerned about him and decided to pay the twins a visit at the hospital

You were a little uncomfortable in going, what if he didn’t want to see you there? You aren’t even his girlfriend, would he get mad at you for meddling into something so private like his family matters?

But you were so worried about him and his brother, so you joined the other members, trying to not let them notice how tense you were.

Saeyoung left Saeran’s room to grab some water when he spotted the RFA members at the corridor and ran to you, tackling you and almost making you both fall.

“I’m so glad you’re here, I missed you so much! It’s so nice that you’re here, MC, I love you so much, I…” he looks at you, then at the other RFA members “I… got a little carried away, sorry, guys… I’m just a little tired and-” “And you’ll leave Saeran to us and take MC on a date, you deserve it, man. Now go!” Zen says, making you blush as you take Saeyoung’s hand and smile.

Jihyun

Things were a little awkward after he came back

He knew he wanted to get closer to you and finally meet you for real

And you guys started hanging out, until the attraction got irresistible

But he couldn’t jump into a relationship with you now. It wasn’t about him, about you, and definitely not about Rika, it was mainly about the RFA

Would they be okay with him coming back and jumping in your arms as the first thing he does?

He wished he could stay away until he sorted out these feelings, but… he wanted to be with you so bad!

It was so good to be with you, he fantasized how it would be. How come this is pretty much like he imagined and still, he isn’t completely happy?

Are… are you happy?

Until there was a RFA gathering, the first one with him back to duty, he was so excited that everybody would be there, that… you would be there.

But you weren’t there. They waited for a while and you still didn’t show up, they called you and you didn’t answer.

Oh no… could it be…? Could it be that you got tired and didn’t even want to look at him? So you just… left?

It was his fault, wasn’t it? Oh no… he knew he should be more firm, he should have told you about his feelings and… real commitment

He called you, and still no response. He feels awful.

Until you suddenly enter the room and everybody’s eyes go to you, he runs and hugs you desperately. “MC, I’m so sorry… I’m sorry for second guessing so much, I… I love you, and I’m willing to make us official if you want to, so please… please don’t leave!”

“Leave? I just got here, Jihyun…” “Yes… but… why weren’t you answering your phone?” “It died, and I was… wait, did you just say you love me?” “He did.” everybody says in unison.

Saeran

Well, uhm… he wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t want to ever see him again after what he’s done

But he’s glad you like him and want to be with him.

He also wants to be with you, but… hum, is it really okay while his brother is still missing?

Somehow he feels… guilty for relying on you so much when things aren’t completely solved yet

But he needs to rely on you, without you strength, without your sweetness, he wouldn’t be able to handle any of this

He wants so much to make it official, he wants the whole world to know that everything good in his life happened thanks to you, but right now, he needs to protect you from this mess

It’s so good how you tell not him to worry, you guys will tell people when the time arrives, then you just kiss and comfort him… he forgets his concerns for a little while

He was having a bro’s night with the other members, it was a way to relax and distract a little from his brother’s problem

It was fun, but he would constantly catch himself fidgeting with his phone and texting with you

You’re just so funny and sweet, he couldn’t stop smiling. “Ohhh… I know this smile.” Zen teases “You’re seeing someone!”

“What? No, I’m not.” “Dude, you’re smiling like an idiot, no offense, while looking at your phone as you type, you’re obviously texting someone you like.”

“I… no, this… even if I wanted to see someone, I can’t… not with my brother still missing, and… not the way things are right now.” “Saeran… there’s nothing wrong with going out with someone if you want to.” Yoosung points out.

“Yes, if I may say, I think your brother would be very pleased to know you found someone.” Jumin completes, and Saeran wonders.

“You really think it’s fine for me to see someone? If… this person likes me, is it okay to date?” “Yeah, dude. It’s nice to have someone who supports you in this moment, I mean… someone that is not us.” “Someone like MC?” “Hum, yes… someone like MC.”

He mulls over a little more before getting up “I… need to go, I have a thing to do…” “Good luck, Saeran!” Yoosung beams as Zen grins to Jumin “You owe me a beer.” “You’re terrible at making bets, Zen.”

[barbedbetty]

Wanna Play Pool?

Spencer was bleeding out on the ground.

“Oh damn…” Negan grinned as he leaned back. “Ive never been so wrong in my life. You had guts all along!”

He laughed and grabbed Lucille. He walked back in front of the pool table.

“Who’s gonna clean this up?” He pointed Lucille at us. “And who’s gonna finish the game?”

Everything went in slow motion. I was standing behind Rosita. I saw her start to reach back. The flash of metal of a gun inside her jacket. I barely thought through what I was doing.

I reached forward and held her hand.

“I’ll play!” I said, maybe a little too loudly. I looked over at Rosita. She was glaring at me and I can imagine was thinking of multiple ways to kill me.

“Rosita, will you check on the people in the infirmary with Tara?” She stomped away with Tara trailing behind her.

“Well well well.” I turned back and walked forward. “Do you know how to play pool?”

Negan was an attractive man but I kept my distance.

“I do.” I reached down for the pool stick and que. “But its been a few years since Ive played.”

“I’ll give you a refresher course if you’d like.” He said and smiled. He leaned against. The table as I cleaned the tip of the stick.

“If I need help, I’ll ask.” I said as I bent over and aimed a shot.

“Oh honey.” He said and I rolled my eyes as I saw him out of my peripherals staring at my ass. “Your form is all off.”

“My form is fine.” I said as I took my shot and sunk a ball into a corner pocket. “If I’m rusty, its just my aim that needs work.”

I stood up and circled the table. He watched me closely. He smiled and laughed as he put Lucille down and grabbed his pool stick back up.

“What are you? Like 18?” He grinned as he watched me line up another shot that I missed on purpose.

“I’m 24.” I answered coldly.

“Holy shit. You sure are short!” He laughed louder and lined up a shot.

“Really? No ones ever told me that before.” I said dryly. I heard a growl and looked down at Spencer. He had turned. His opaque eyes bored into mine as his jaw snapped and release a river of crimson down his chin.

I walked to him and bent down pulling my knife out.

“I’m sorry, Spencer.” I whispered and before i thought too hard about him I drive my knife through his eye. He slumped back once I pulled it back.

“Awwww. Was he your sweetheart?” Negan asked as I stood back up.

“He was my friend.” I said quietly.

“You know…” He whispered as he walked behind me. “Its rude to not look at someone your talking to.”

I took a couple steps forward and turned to face him and looked up at his face.

“Its still your turn.” I nodded toward the table.

He smiled and leaned forward to line up a shot which he missed.

“Damn!” He shouted as he smacked the table.

“My turn.” I said as i scanned the table. I had two balls on the table and he had three. I had to throw the game but i wanted it to be over quickly.

I bent over and lined a shot but twisted my stick at the last second ti send my ball in the opposite direction.

“So, what’s your name?” Negan said as he bent over the table.

“Mae.” I answered.

“Mae….hoping to be Monroe?” He smirked as he stood up without taking his shot.

“I thought you wanted to finish the game?” I said through clenched teeth.

“Oh I’m interested in something else now.” He grinned showing off his shockingly white teeth.

“I can only help you with pool.” I said.

“How about this.” He came around the table towards me. “I ask a question, you answer, and then I’ll shoot.”

“Fine.” I said. His eyes were a real deep brown and his newly shaved faced had streaks of red blood across it.

“So, were you harboring a crush on shit for brains over there?” He nodded towards Spencer.

“No.” I clenched my jaw.

“Thats…a lie.” He smiled. “Wanna try that again?”

“I’ve been here since the beginning.” I said slowly. His eyes were somewhat hypnotic. “I did like Spencer but I realized he would never like me the same way. We were still friends.”

He leaned back and grunted.

“Who could he have possibly preferred over you?” He chuckled as he lined up his shot.

“If thats sarcasm, i don’t appreciate it.” I said quietly and looked down.

I heard his shot land in a pocket. He got up and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and he was studying my face.

“A blind man could see your beauty.” He said quietly.

I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing. I doubled over laughing hysterically and hung onto the table with one hand as I took some deep breaths to calm down.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I said between giggles. “Did you just make that up? Cuz that sounds like something my middle school boyfriend used to write in my locker.” I grinned as I went around the table.

“I didn’t think it was that bad.” He smiled as he watched me. “My point is: you are a doll. And a funny one to boot.”

“Take your shot.” I said and shook my head.

I looked back down and saw Spencer. Lying there dead twice over and i felt my inside twist. Here i was laughing with the man that just murdered him. I held my stick tighter.

I looked up and glared at him as he shot and sunk his last ball. He tilted his head and stood up leaning on his pool stick.

“Whats up, buttercup?” He smiled.

“Games over.”

I threw my stick down and walked away toward the infirmary. I grabbed and gurney and dragged it back toward Spencer.

Negan was still sitting by the table. He grinned as he saw me.

“There you are! I was gonna ask you to play another round!” He laughed and grinned and looked at what i was dragging.

“I have to clean up your mess.” I muttered as I lowered the gurney.

“Tsk tsk, woman!” He shouted.

I looked up and saw him standing over me holding the pool stick over his shoulder like he did to Lucille.

“I said: Lets play again.” He smiled. “And throwing the game is breaking the rules. Remember what happens when you break the rules?”

“We all remember.”

Negan spun and started laughing.

“Whoa! Priest needs a bell!” Negan laughed leaning backwards. I saw Gabriel standing behind him smiling.

“Mae, if you help me get Spencer on the gurney, I will take him to his resting place.” Gabriel said as he walked forward. I nodded and Gabriel came forward and briefly held my hand as he reached down to help me pick up Spencer.

I watched him wheel Spencer away and wiped away a tear.

“Shall we?” Negan stepped in front of me holding a pool stick. “And no breaking the rules this time. How can I know how good I am if you fake it?”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the stick.

“Oh! Are you a Grimes? That stink eye seems to be contagious.” He chuckled and started racking the balls on the table.

“Maybe its the douchebag that keeps making us give it.” I said coldly. He stopped and looked over at me.

“Careful, Doll.” He smirked. He finished and took off the rack.

I leaned over and broke them, sinking two balls in the process.

“If you want, I’ll give you a two ball advantage.” I shot to him.

“Nah, I’m so ready to kick your ass.” He winked.

I sunk one more ball and he sunk two. I had 4 left plus the 8 ball and he had 5 balls left.

I circled the table looking for available moves.

“You seem different suddenly.” He smirked. “Youre not as rusty as you seemed before.”

“No I’m not.” I leaned over and struck two more in one pocket.

“Shit!” He rubbed his chin and stared at me.

“Awwww.” I faked a frown. “Did I hurt your ego?”

He clenched his jaw and I leaned over and sunk one more ball. I missed my next shot.

“Listen, Doll.” He towered over me. “My ego is not gonna break after a couple games of pool with you.”

“Course not.” I shrugged. “Its your turn.”

He smiled.

“Would you have a drink with me?” He smiled and put his hands on either side of me against the table.

“No.”

“Please?” He batted his eyes.

“I understand your used to getting what you want, but not today.” I said as i pushed his hand gently out of the way. “Just the game.”

“For today, just the game.” He smiled

“Its still your turn.” I said.

He leaned over and missed his shot. He clicked his tongue and looked over at me.

“Throwing the game is against the rules.” I repeated.

He chuckled.

“Doll, the rules dont apply to me.” He smiled and took my pool stick and threw it somewhere behind him. “Oops. Looks like we can’t play at the moment.”

“Then I guess I’ll go.” I started to turn away but Negan grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him.

“Negan!” Rick shouted. I turned and saw him coming down the road and smiled in relief.

[urdearestmom]

Airport Ballrooms | A Delayed Flight

so I don’t think I ever posted this there, and it reminded me that I need to post the rest of the chapters of LSS. but for those of you who haven’t come here from my ao3, here’s a little something I wrote back in January.

Summary: What happens when you hear a piano at 3 am?

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13332432

She hears it before she sees anything. Right as she exits the washroom, a song’s beginning is heard from a piano. As it proceeds, she finds that it’s vaguely familiar.

Coming into the open area where she’s been sitting and trying to nap for the past three hours, she sees that the formerly vacant piano is now occupied by a man whose fingers are gliding across the keys, his dark hair slipping over his brow. He looks like he might be about her age, although she’s not sure.

He’s very concentrated on his playing, so he doesn’t notice when she stands off to his left, watching. He ends the piece softly and when he looks up, he sees her and jumps, putting a hand to his chest.

“Jesus Christ! …almost gave me a heart attack there,” he laughs.

She smiles. “Sorry. That was really nice,” she says, gesturing to the keys. “What was it?”

He shrugs. “Just some good old Chopin.”

She nods. “Sounds familiar.”

“Did you recognize it?” He asks. “It’s one of his most famous pieces.”

“Yeah, kinda sounded like a lullaby or something.” She scrunches her nose. “Never mind.”

He hums. “No, I get what you mean, it has that quality to it,” he says, getting up and pushing the bench in. “What’s your name?”

For some reason, it’s at that moment that she notices he has freckles, although not many. “Jane Hopper, but I go by El. I like your freckles,” she unashamedly comments, then cringes. Fuck.

They start moving toward the seats where she left her luggage, and she sees that there are a few more bags nearby that must be his.

“Really?” He answers. “I used to have a lot more when I was younger, it’s kind of a side effect of aging that you lose freckles.”

“They’re cute.” She looks at her feet. Again? Seriously?

“Alright,” he chuckles. “If you say so, El.”

It’s then she remembers she hasn’t asked his name.

“Michael Wheeler, but no one except my parents call me Michael. Mike’s easier,” he says, tilting his head. “Were you on that flight to Indianapolis? I think it’s the only one that got delayed this late.”

She sits back where she’s been this entire time, and he sits next to her. They’ve just met, but it’s nice not to have to sit in an empty airport terminal at three in the morning by herself, chasing sleep she knows she’s not going to find. “Yeah, I’m going home. I was in Vegas at a speech pathology conference."

Mike grins. “Vegas, huh? What’s it like, hit up any casinos?”

El lays her head back. “I was there for work, so no. I guess I could have, some of my coworkers did, but casinos aren’t really my scene. Too loud,” she responds. “My friend Dustin definitely did, he’s still there,” she adds with a smile.

“He sounds like fun.”

“Definitely is, though sometimes he can be a bit of a handful,” she laughs. “How about you? Going home too?”

Mike nods. “Yup. I was in LA visiting my cousin, but also working. I’m a piano teacher,” he says, wiggling his fingers. “And there’s been a new initiative here in the States, to get some sort of standardized way of teaching, like the Royal Conservatory in Canada. So there’s been collaboration happening, stuff might be in the works.”

She turns to look at him, taking in the excited way he says this. “You seem really happy about that,” she remarks.

He nods again excitedly, his mop of hair flopping over his eyes. “Absolutely! It would make things easier if every teacher across the country had a certain level of things to teach students. Be easier for students too, especially if they ever have to switch teachers.” Suddenly he blows air upwards. “I need to cut this shit,” Mike says, gesturing to the dark locks surrounding his face.

El contemplates him for a second, taking in how he looks. “Nah, it looks good with your face.” GOD, EL! Stop being so forward, you just met him! “I think so, at least, if my opinion counts for anything,” she says, suddenly shy.

It’s weird, she thinks, that she just met this guy less than ten minutes ago and they’re already talking so easily.

He smiles. “It does,” he says, taking out his phone. He shows her what’s clearly a selfie, but it looks like there’s two of him. “That’s my cousin.” Mike points at the one who’s wearing a Guns N’ Roses shirt. “And this is me.” He’s wearing a simple striped t-shirt.

She looks more closely at the picture, trying to find some difference between them. “You guys look like twins!” She exclaims.

“We could be, if he wasn’t five years younger. We get that a lot though,” he answers. “I think you’re going to agree with me on this.” He continues. “He says he’s more attractive, but I say we look the same and therefore have the same appeal. What do you think? As an outside party.”

El looks at it again, and finds that she disagrees with Mike. “I think you’re cuter. Something about you,” she replies.

She looks up to find that a lovely pink blush is spreading across his cheeks. “Something I said?” She winks. Oh my god you fucking idiot. She suddenly feels crushed by the weight of her mortification.

He makes a strangled noise, and the hour and her tired brain must be getting to her, because somehow she finds it the funniest sound she’s ever heard. It’s also a little comforting that he doesn’t seem completely put off.

“Damn, that was smooth!” He says, starting to laugh too. “I gotta tell him you said that.”

“Isn’t he sleeping by now?”

He shakes his head. “No, he says sleep is for the weak. And it’s only two in Cali, and it’s the weekend.”

She reads over his shoulder as he types.

Cute girl said I’m cuter than you LOL

Suck on THAT tozier

“You think I’m cute?”

Mike blushes again. “Yeah, pretty. Really pretty,” he says softly. He gets a text almost instantly.

I dont believe u wheelie

U probably paid her or smth

Also, suck on what ;)

Actually nvm thats incest its just my reflex response

Mike looks at her. “Is it okay if we make a video and send it to him so he believes me?”

She shrugs. “We’ve still got at least four hours to kill, so why not?”

He pulls up the camera and starts recording. “Fine, you don’t believe me, here she is herself,” he says, turning the camera on her.

She waves awkwardly. “Hey… um, what’s his name?” Cringe.

“Richie.”

“Hey, Richie, just a little video to say that in my opinion your cousin’s cuter than you. And no, he didn’t pay me to say that,” she states, glancing off camera with a small smile.

Mike turns the camera back to him. “There you go, asshole. Video proof.”

He sends it, and they wait a minute in anticipatory silence before Mike’s phone vibrates with another text.

Lmao that doesnt convince me

She is cute tho ill give u that

Mike heaves an over-exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. You’re a dick, he types, go to sleep I’ll text when I get home.

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, MICHAEL.

GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP, RICHARD. YOU HAVE WORK TOMORROW.

FUCK WORK

Mike stares at his phone for a second before turning it off. “If I keep talking to him then he’ll never actually go to sleep.”

El smiles at him. “He seems like a fun person.”

“Oh, he’s an absolute dick. But I love him,” Mike says, shaking his head again. “We weren’t really close as kids but then he moved nearby and we talked more, except then I went to college. He’s closer with my little sister.”

She nods. “Do you have any siblings?” He asks.

“Nope. Just me and my dad.”

“That’s nice. Sometimes I wish there had been less people in my house, would’ve meant less embarrassment in certain situations,” he says. “I have two sisters, one older, one younger.”

“I wish I’d had a sister growing up, would’ve made things easier sometimes,” she answers. “Can you even imagine how awkward my dad was the first time I got my period?”

He doesn’t say anything for a second, and she thinks maybe she shouldn’t have said that. OH MY FUCK.

“Sorry, that was awkward,” she laughs. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK.

“No, it’s fine, just unexpected is all,” he says. “I mean, we’ve only known each other for like fifteen minutes.”

They look at each other, the same thought going through their minds. “This is weird,” they say together, and then they start giggling.

“I just-” He takes a breath. “Do you feel like you know me from somewhere? Because I feel like I know you but I don’t think I’ve ever met you before.”

It’s what she’s been thinking. She feels a sort of familiarity with him, something she’s never felt so quickly with anyone else. It’s like she’s known him for a long time, or maybe in another life or universe.

She grins. “Isn’t there a multiverse theory?”

After spending an hour discussing parallel universes and the physics involved in understanding any of it (which they both have enough of a basic grasp on because of watching too much History Channel), Mike is sitting at the piano again, El having asked him to play something else. She doesn’t recognize the beginning, but as it progresses she realizes she does know it. It gets her moving, and she doesn’t really know what she’s doing, but she’s circling the piano and the man playing it in a way that somehow fits with the music. She even sings along with the main melody and the trills.

She feels like he’s transforming the place into a gigantic ballroom with his music, and she’s the princess dancing with her prince (except there’s no prince to dance with, because he’s too busy making the music). It’s a stupid thing to think, but she never had dolls or was allowed to watch princess movies or read fairytales when she was a kid, and she feels like she missed out. Hopper let her watch movies and read, but it wasn’t the same as a teen as it would’ve been as a kid. And maybe it’s just a dumb fantasy, a creation of her mind because she’s tired and suddenly thinking about her horrifying childhood, but she thinks the imaginary ballroom that only has her and Mike in it is a wonderful place to be.

He ends the piece with a theatrical flourish, throwing his hands up off the keys as soon as the last notes are played. “How was that? You were dancing!”

A laugh escapes her lips as she claps. “It was amazing! I knew that one, it’s from the Nutcracker, right?”

Mike nods vigorously. “Gotta love me some Tchaikovsky.”

“Is that why it’s so dancey? Because it’s for a ballet?” She asks, curious.

“No, it’s because it’s a waltz,” he answers, stretching his arms up above his head. His sweater rides up to reveal a sliver of pale skin, and she finds herself staring without being able to tear her eyes away. “Waltzes are inherently dancey, I think. At least that’s what I always tell my students who play them, it helps them really hear the tempo and accents if they try to see the dancers.”

She averts her gaze, and he’s still talking. “You know, ‘cause waltzes have the accent on count one, so it goes one-two-three, and sometimes when you’re caught up in playing you forget about it so it’s good to try and envision the dancing. The music was written for dancing after all,” he finishes. “El? Sorry, was I rambling, because I have a tendency to-”

“No,” she breathes. “You’re just really attractive. The piano suits you.” She almost face palms. WHY am I like this????

That shuts him up, a redness spreading across his face once again (but this time along with a wide grin). He might just combust if he looks at her, so he looks at his hands instead.

“Sorry,” she says, worried she’s crossed a line she wasn’t supposed to yet.

Mike’s head whips up. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“I’m too forward. It almost always ruins things with guys.” She deflates almost imperceptibly, and she wonders if he noticed.

Apparently he did, because El feels herself pulled into a sideways hug, tugged down to sit on the bench next to him. “Hey,” he says softly. “You’re just saying what you think is true, which is a great quality to have. You saved me from my own rambling, so thanks.” He gives her a squeeze and adds, “It hasn’t ruined things with me.”

Suddenly the air is charged and she thinks that if they weren’t in an airport she might have kissed him then. Sadly, they are in an airport. Instead, she requests that he play something more contemporary than Chopin or Tchaikovsky, and he starts up with a rendition of Halo by Beyoncé.

They spend another hour around the piano, him playing more and she observing. El thinks he plays with a lot of grace, his fingers moving deftly across the keys almost as though he’s stroking the instrument. He looks like he belongs in front of a piano, making beautiful music for all the world to hear. In this case the world is a strange woman in an airport at the asscrack of dawn.

It’s five in the morning when the pair crashes back onto the seats next to their bags, and they lean their heads on each other and fall asleep. However, it seems things are only in increments of one hour on this night, because it’s six when El awakes with a start, knocking Mike’s head off of hers.

“Attention passengers: flight 337 to Indianapolis International is now scheduled for take-off at eight thirty. Boarding will begin at gate twenty-three one hour in advance.”

“Hey,” she says, seeing Mike next to her looking disoriented. “Flight’s at eight thirty but we gotta be there at seven thirty, do you wanna get some breakfast?”

Looking around, she sees that the open area that was so empty during the night now has other people milling through it, and it shatters the warm space she’d felt she and Mike were in. It’s time to go back to the real world, away from the fantasies of ballrooms and princes and dancing. The magic of the night has been erased by the movement of the morning and she hopes what she thinks she felt between them hasn’t been erased too.

He yawns. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, getting up to stretch and grabbing her bags.

They walk around the slowly filling terminal, looking for a place to eat, and light upon a cute coffee place in the food court. They order and eat in silence, avoiding looking at each other, until he speaks.

“Does last night… feel like it was a dream, to you?” Mike asks.

I thought that was just me. She takes a sip of her black coffee. “It kind of does, yeah. This entire encounter has been weird.”

He looks down at his croissant, crinkling his nose, then peeks back at her through his lashes. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

He says nothing else, and neither does she, so they head off to gate twenty three, and she thinks something’s wrong because he wasn’t this quiet or awkward last night. The tension is palpable, but she’s never been very good at social interactions and she doesn’t know what to say. He probably realized how dumb I am. She thinks she may have come across as very brazen (which she is, but she hates it for how it ruins everything all the time). Mike hadn’t seemed bothered by her earlier, and she had hoped that something good might have come out of their chance meeting.

It seems it was not to be, however, because the only thing he does as they board the plane is wave and give a little half smile when he finds his seat. El sighs and settles in for the hour and a half flight. She’s decided she’s going to try to catch up on the sleep she missed instead of sitting in abject misery, and it works because she’s blinking confusedly when a flight attendant wakes her to say that they will be landing in approximately forty minutes.

She’s excited to be back home, to work, her patients, her dad and Max. But she’s also the teeniest bit sad because she wants to explore that special connection she feels with Mike, to see what it means and what it’s about and she believes she’s ruined her chances (okay, so maybe she’s more than a teeny bit sad). She’s convinced herself that nothing was ever going to happen, she had imagined the unexplainable thing she felt between them.

She makes it through baggage claim and isn’t sent to customs, so El’s on her way out of the terminal to catch a taxi because both Max and Hopper are working today when something does happen. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a person running out of the passenger exit, and she thinks that they must have seen a loved one they missed.

That is, until she hears the shout. “El!”

It’s Mike of course, and he comes to a skidding halt in front of her, breathless. “I just- ran- all the way here- because- I’m a dumbass-”

“Whoa, hey, breathe,” she says, “I don’t need you dying on me in the middle of the airport.”

He nods and waits until his breathing levels out before straightening up. “I wanted to apologize for being so stupid and awkward this morning, I don’t know what got into me.” He swallows before looking at her directly. “I really want to see you again, so… do you wanna go out sometime?”

WHAT! She doesn’t respond for a few moments, shocked. But then she grins and says, “Are you asking me on a date?”

He sucks in a breath, about to shake his head, she can tell, but then he stops. “You know what, fuck it. Yes, I am.”

“Well, I’d certainly like that.”

El leaves the airport with Mike’s number in her phone, and she’s only been in the taxi for a few minutes when it pings with a text.

Can you do tonight at 7?

He’s eager, and she likes that she’s not the only one. It assures her she’s not being some creepy, obsessive, stalker.

Someone’s eager lol

But yes

Where?

I was supposed to go to a “friend’s” party tonight but I never actually said yes and I really don’t want to haha

Kinda cheesy but I was thinking a roller rink if you want to go

There’s one near my place and it has an arcade too!!

Growing up in the 90s, El remembers being fond of arcades. She and Max used to hang out in them all the time. Another thing in common!

Aaaaaa the arcade I miss those

Sounds good, pick me up or meet you there?

I can pick you up lol I don’t mind

She sends him her address, and he sends back a GIF of a penguin dancing.

See you later :D

(part 2)

[fruitpunchninja101]

Levi Ackerman doesn't miss Hange Zoe.

Merry Christmas @stohessdistrict I’m your LeviHan Secret Santa!

Enjoy a little LeviHan fluff for Christmas.

Levi was sitting at his table spacing out as he stared at an unopened bottle of cognac across his desk.It has been a weird tradition between him and his fellow veterans to share a drink during this time of the year.But after the events at Shiganshina, his only living veteran friend had been preoccupied with new her new position of power.

So he sat there, miserably staring at a bottle of booze secretly hoping that Hange would come barging into his room to "annoy" him.

But he knew better.

She had big shoes to fill as the new commander of survey corps.Her job was particularly backbreaking and she was eager to prove herself.She's resilient, hardworking and driven.Its easy to see why Erwin picked her as his successor.

Why is he thinking of her again?

If he didn't know better he'd say that he missed her.

And Levi Ackerman doesn't miss Hange Zoe.

He knew had better things to do than sulk around.He lazily he pushed himself off his chair and headed out.

A week after reclaiming wall maria,Armin made a request to let the 104th sleep on the same barracks because most of them are experiencing nightmares and it helps that they stick together at least for a while.Originally,he was against it but Hange approved their request.Afterall,It was him who convinced her that despite being soldiers, they are still 15-year-old kids.

As soon as he closed his door behind him, the door adjacent to his opened.Hange came out of her room clutching a bunch of papers at her chest looking more drained than usual.

They just stood there for a while as their eyes meet.Its been too long since they saw each other outside work.

"Hey!Why are you still awake?"She beamed a smile at him.

"I just have to check if those little shits are already asleep.I caught Springer and Braus sneaking to the kitchen the other day."

Hange laughed at that.And for the longest time,Levi felt a weird wave of relief.Its been too long since He heard that ridiculous sound.

"I'm on my way there too...Armin and I are working on a medicinal herb we found by the northern wall.I just have to drop these papers to him."

"I can hand it over to him if you'd like.You look like you needed rest.You're starting to look like a corpse."

Hange shook her head."Nah,I think Armin would appreciate a visit from me.Besides I think its been a while since I saw the kids.A commanders visit might do them some good and boost their morale.

"All right."Came his brief reply.Hange gently nudged him and coaxed him to start walking.

For some reason Levi cant remember why the hall towards the 104th's barracks seemed further than usual.The deafening silence drowned the halls except for the light taps of their footsteps.Their silence was broken when Hange let out a deep breath touched her patch.

"Does it hurt?"Levi asked.

"Oh this?No Its fine I'm just having a hard time adjusting is all."She turned to look at him and beamed a smile reassuring him that shes doing fine."Sometimes I feel like I can still see colors just like when you press your palms against your eyes.The doctors says its like a phantom limb scenario ...except its for vision."She continued.

"Ah.."Levi wants to say something,anything but he got nothing.

"We haven't done this in a while."

"What?"

"Talking...I kinda missed it."Hange averted his gaze and tucked a piece of stray hair behind "I kinda missed you."

"Someones getting mushy."

She threw her head back in laughter.She really missed this."Oh come on,I haven't seen you for weeks!Don't you miss me too?"

"Well...I..."

A loud thud coming from the 104th's barracks interrupted him.

"They sound pretty lively in there."

"Those brats.."Levi pressed the bridge of his nose as he shook his head."This is why I'm against having all of them share the room."

"Oh come on!This is just a temporary situation,by next week they will be back to their individual rooms.Besides,you're the one who insisted that they're still kids.Let them have a little fun.After all,they helped seal wall Maria"

"Easy for you to say,you don't have to babysit them all day everyday."

"Trust me,you're better off babysitting those kids rather than spending the rest of your day inside the office signing papers."

"The jury's still out,four eyes these kids can be quite a handful."

Everyone stopped whtever it is theyre doing when Levi kicked the door open.Jean and Eren are arguing while Mikasa stood between them breaking up the fight.Connie and Sasha  were crouched in a corner stuffing their faces with what they can assume to be stolen bread from the mess hall.While Armin sat on his bed quietly reading a book.

"Why the hell are you still up?!"Levi asked while everyone hastily ran towards their respective beds and settled down except for Mikasa who walked calmly and held a slightly irritated glare towards the captain.

Hange only smirked at how obedient these kids are towards Levi.She stepped forward to enter the room."Hey kids!Long time no see!"

Everyone scrambled on their feet to stand up and salute her."At ease,everyone"Hange said.She turned her head towards Armin's direction.

"Hey Armin Im just dropping these off."

"Are these the..."Hange nodded at him before he finished his sentence,She took note of Armin's gleaming eyes as he scanned through the page."I bet if we start testing right now we can mass produce this by next week commander!"

"No,You need to rest.Start testing tomorrow.Your commander here needs her rest too.Besides,I need everyone up early tomorrow to clean the yard."Levi added.

"But we already did that the other day Sir."Jean whined

"You got a problem with that Kirshtien?"Levi snapped a glare towards Jean.

"N-No sir."

"Good."

Hange laughed up a bit."Tomorrows gonna be a busy day.Everyone rest up!"She pressed her palms together as she turned to face Armin once again. Gently,she ruffled his hair a bit."We'll work on this after my meeting with commander Zackley tomorrow,Alright?"Armin nodded and blushed a little as Hange gave him one of her sweetest smiles.

"Goodnight everyone!"

"Goodnight mom!"Armin said.His eyes widned in shock not believing that he just called his commanding officer Mom.

"Er..uhmm...I mean goodnight Maam...I meant  to say goodnight Maam."

"Its alright".Hange patted Armin's head and walked towards Levi by the door.

"If I hear another noise coming from this room I'll have you all clean the stables with your toothbrush.Don't test me."He said as he slammed the door behind him.

#

"Did Arlert just called you mom?"

"This isn't the first time he did that, Though this is the first time he tried to correct himself, that poor kid.Not that I can blame him, like it or not we're technically their 'parents' now so it's not surprising that he associated me with the word mom."

"Great!we're waging war against the rest of the world and on top of that we have to raise six brats.I didn't sign up for this shit"

"Shit happens Ackerman,we just have to be adaptable."Hange laughed.They are almost at their doors but they both considerably slowed down their pace.

"Say, Levi, I don't know if you remember but during this time of the month, we used to get wasted with the other guys.What you say we drink for tonight?Just like before...when you know..."

"Before when everyone was alive?"He answered plainly.

"Thats one way to put it...but yeah..."

"No." came his brief answer.

He was tempted to say yes right away but to be honest,despite her smiles Levi can see through her facade.Shes tired and she needed rest.

"Oh come on!Were raising six kids,I belive we've earned this."Hange whined at him slightly stomping her feet on the floor.

"You look like your gonna pass out any moment now,just take a rest tonight and don't overdo your experiments with Arlert tomorrow.If you look somewhat alive and maybe if you take a bath,I might consider drinking with you after that."

"Whoa?Are you saying yes?"she stopped her whining and tilted her face to look for confirmation in his face.

"Yes."

"Wahooo!"Hange jumped pumping her hand in air."Come here you!"He was a bit taken aback when Hange pulled her in a tight hug.But he did not resist her.

"I missed this."She whispered before she released him and walked towards her room.She turned to face him one last time as she grabbed her doorknob."See you tomorrow captain clean freak!"

"Go to sleep shitty glasses!"

"Thats commander shitty glasses for you!"Hange gave him one last smile before closing her door.

And for the first time in a long time, Levi looked forward for the next day.

[angst-art-writing]

Stalkers and Grey Walls

TW: Slight Kidnapping reference. Reference to torture and dehum.

Artemis's body ached. Her eyelids fluttered open, only to be met with blinding bright lights. She wined slightly and shut her eyes again. Her head felt heavy, and her thoughts was a mushy puddle of memory from the night before.

She tried to recollect her memory. The roof, that winged girl... After she had bit her while being flown away against her will, everything was dark. Slowly, Artemis opened her eyes. This time it wasn't as bad and her eyes weren't stabbed from shooting lights.

Above her was a cool grey ceiling. How boring. She turned her head and saw an empty hallway. This room was an open one- No door. No windows either. Only three, grey walls. At least the floor was a lighter grey with black specks. So it wasn't completely.. grey.

Panic started to set in. She was past her curfew. Way past. That was never good. It was a rule, and it was always horrible when she broke the rules.

Artemis had a new objective now. Get back to base so Vincent didn't throw a bigger fit. The sooner she got there, the less bruises she'd have to ice and the less gashes to stitch up.

She got to her feet quickly, and rushed to go out into the hall- Before she slammed into an invisible force so hard she fell back on her ass with a grunt; Like a pigeon.

Glass.

Rubbing her head, she glared darkly at the glass in front of her and insulted it with curses. It didn't make her head hurt any less. Slowly, she got back up and took a small glance around again. Nothing else was in the room besides the small bed she had been laying on with a blue blanket. That was better than what she had back at the Reapers. But here it was silent. Unable to stand the sound of just her own heart hammering against her chest, getting quicker at the thought of what sort of torture she'd face when she got back, she broke the silence.

"Okay!" She called out to anyone who was listening. "You guys have me, what do you want now? So I can get outta here."

Nothing.

She continiued. "Seriously, you guys need some decoration. "

More silence.

She sat down on the bed and sighed heavily. Her eyes darted around the room as if some magical poster would pop up- But it was blank. Nothing useful was here that could help her escape, and all her weapons were gone. Rude. She was left in the stupid Reapers suit and nothing else. Irritated, she ran a hand through her hair and tugged slightly at it in frustration. "God fuck-"

"Good morning."

Her head snapped up at the sound of a males voice. She saw a tall boy standing there. His face was serious, his eyes as dark as ebony. Beside him was Paige. She smiled at Artemis and Artemis narrowed her eyes in return.

"Morning," Artemis said. She stood up and walked, pausing in front of the glass. "I'd say good morning but it hasn't been very good. Being kidnapped kinda kills my mood to be honest."

The boy's eyes narrowed further. He didn't seem impressed. "You're not funny."

"I like to think I am. I'm only funny because of my trauma." She crossed her arms. Paige frowned and the boy's look grew even more grim. Artemis pressed on, "Anyways...I'm assuming you're the big boss of this whole thing."

He ignored her comment. "Correct. I'm the leader. My name is Tobias Shanta, and I'd like something from you, Artemis." His words were rough- No joking. No laughing. His skin was smooth too- Probably from the lack of laugh lines. Artemis tried to picture him smiling but the image came across as disturbing. It was like a shark smiling.

"Mmm. So what is it you want, Shanta? Money? A kiss on the cheek? New pony?" She scoffed and glared at the boy, ignoring Paige for the moment. "Sorry to break it to you, but I'm not Santa Claus."

Tobias ignored her comment. "I want you to join our team."

"Well I ain't going to with that nasty look. What even is your team? Is it like a church study group?"

Paige spoke up finally, her voice cool and soft- Just as it was back on the rooftop. Artemis immediately looked at her with raised brows. "Our team is.. a group. trying to take down the Reapers and keep them from kidnapping our people." Her wings twitched, and the corners of her mouth turned down, like it was a sore subject for her.

Artemis laughed, then. Startled, Paige jerked her head up slightly and Tobais's eyebrows arched. Artemis grinned up at the two of them both through the glass, giggling. "Really? So what.. You're like some wannabee superheroes?"

"No." Tobias's lips pursed into a straight line. He wasn't laughing, and neither was Paige. "This isn't a joke, Artemis."

"Well it's pretty damn funny." She shook her head and crossed her arms. "Well, I decline your offer. I have to get back to base, so I'd appreciate it if you let me go."

"Mm..No." He tilted his chin up, shooting a glare at her. She couldn't help but tense up with such an intense look. He looked angry. "I'll give you time to re-think my offer." Paige elbowed him, shooting him a look Artemis couldn't interpret. Tobias glanced at her and merely huffed, before he turned and walked away. Paige, however, stayed where she was and watched him go before turning her gaze back to Artemis.

"I...Sorry about him," Paige said. Her voice was soft, apologetic. "He.. Isn't all that welcoming to outsiders. Especially Reapers like yourself." She gestured to her uniform with her hand, and Artemis felt her neck grow hot. Being seen as a Reaper, being called one.. She felt disappointed.

Artemis, however, kept her smile and waved her hand. "Nah, it's fine. I get it."

"I'm also sorry for kidnapping you."

"Okay, I'm still a bit pissed about that bit. That part was just rude. So was taking my weapons."

The winged girl rubbed at the back of her neck. "My bad.. But I had to get you here somehow. And we can't trust you with those weapons." She looked at Artemis, and suddenly her face grew serious. "Look, I don't know how you got there, I don't know what it's like but I can tell you're not like the rest."

"Stop with the cliche movie li-"

Paige interrupted her. "Artemis, it can't be pleasant working for them."

"You don't know that. Maybe they give me cookies."

"Mmm. You assassins aren't allowed to kill us, Mythics. But it doesn't mean you can't hurt us." She crossed her arms, her stare boring into Artemis. Artemis tried to focus on her wings but found herself staring right into her eyes. She felt as if Paige could see through her, she felt as transparent as glass. She hated the feeling.

"And most of you Reapers enjoy hurting us, you think we're lesser than you. But you, Artemis-' She raised one brow thoughtfully, " you didn't even try. You tried to run. From my experiences, you Reapers will take any chance to kidnap and bring us back to base. And then you're rewarded, am I right? And the reward depends on how valuable the species is."

Paige was right. Artemis had never done that before, because she knew what they were doing was wrong. Her mother had made sure she understood that. But she didn't have a choice. She never had a choice in her life. "Yeah, but-"

Another interruption, but Artemis didn't even mind it. "But you didn't try to take me. You tried to leave me, you didn't even attack me. You just wanted to get away as soon as possible. And I don't doubt that you could've taken me down. If you really wanted to, you could have if you were focused on that. But even then- You didn't. Not even for a reward. So you have some sort morals, something that differs from the rest. Anyone else would have taken me."

Artemis averted her eyes, staring at a corner of the room. "Maybe I just didn't want to. Maybe I just didn't want to deal with you."

"You didn't. One of the others would have, though."

"I just wanted to get back to base."

"Ah, yes.. Which also leads me to your.. curfew." Her eyes flashed. Her voice was soft, but now it was laced with confidence. Artemis didn't like that. She didn't like that she had figured out so much already. "We never find you out past ten at night. Unlike the others, again. they gave you a curfew, didn't they? To make sure you didn't run away. So you don't want to be there in the first place."

Artemis stared at her. She knew a lot about her.. And it was freaking her out. "What are you, my stalker?" Her eyes narrowed and she scoffed, before turning away and crossing her arms.

Paige looked at her closely, her head tilted now. "So, Artemis.. You don't want to be at the Reapers. Why don't you join us?"

"I can't."

"But you can. You change your path around, you can be someone else. You can burn that uniform and put on one that says you're against them. You can do good." She bit her lip. "I don't think you're a bad person. You had to do those things. It's not your fault."

At those words, Artemis felt her throat tighten. She could feel hot tears forming behind her eyes, merely from the last part of what she had said. Her fingers dug into her arms. Paige sounded genuine, really. Her voice, her words were like blankets and Artemis wanted to let herself be wrapped in them- But she couldn't.

"You guys just want someone else to use." Artemis blinked away the tears, looking back at the girl. She slowly turned to face her. "You want me- Because I have their information. I know what they're like. You just want to use me too."

Paige stared at her. "No, thats not what I think-"

"Then why not just leave me alone? Why did you spend so much time about me?"

Paige looked away for a moment, then to her. "We....need you. We can't get anymore leads without you. But we don't want to use you. You're not.. You're not a toy-"

Artemis's shoulders tensed, her nails digging into her arms at the last word. Toy. She could remember the letters being carved into her skin, the awfulness she felt. She shook her head. "You guys don't know what you're up against."

"Then help us. Help us know."

"I can't." Paige opened her mouth, but Artemis snapped before anything came out. "I said NO. Now leave...Leave me alone."

Paige's wings ruffled, but she shut her mouth and nodded. She turned, and started to walk down the hall. Artemis listened to her steps fade, looking down at the ground before sitting back on the bed. With a sigh, she flopped back on the bed and closed her eyes, trying not to think about anything.

[harryff]

Chapter 2 Aria Part 1.

Trigger warning: Sexual assault, domestic abuse. Please call the 1−800−799−7233 if you have suffered from any abuse.

In the next upcoming months Aria and Harry reconnected. Her album was to be released soon but she longed to go back to the days she sang background for the band.

Laying in bed she remembered the day Liam and Harry got into a fight over whose part she will sing along with and somehow she managed to appease them both. It was the first time Harry truly noticed her as he tells it to people.

It was currently 10pm in New York  which meant it was 3am in Manchester where Harry was working on his album. Aria was supposed to be asleep instead her mind raced filled with anxiety she couldn’t relax instead her thoughts took her to the worst possible outcomes for performance the next day. To help pass time she texted him

Aria: I miss you big head lol😚😙😋

Aria: I can’t sleep😣😣😓😓☹

Aria: I wish I could call you but you’re sleeping beauty and you definitely need 6 hours of sleep at least or youll be evil lol 😴😴😴

Aria: Remember the time i made you stay up for 24 hours and you were grumpy the whole day and I had to make it up 😉😂

Aria: I have to perform tomorrow. I don’t want to. I’d  much rather go back to the good old days where no one knew I existed

Aria: I still laugh at the memories of you falling on stage…. clumsy prince

Aria: I’m gonna have diarrhea tomorrow theres no  way I’m gonna survive

Aria: Sorry TMI 🙊

Aria: Since I cant bug you you’ll wake up to like 20 texts. 😜

Aria: she sent picture of her sleeping with the teddy bear he got her 2 years ago

Aria: Me and Mr. H miss you

Aria: I had to give him surgery awhile back. Roxy the little shit ripped his eye out. I almost cried 😢😢😢

Aria: Imagine me a grown woman crying over a stuffed animal. 😂😭😭😭

Aria: I went into panic mode!! That was not a contingency I planned for she just bit his eye and yanked it out! Then she starts running with it! In her mouth! Chewing it!  I never truly knew what panic was till that moment!😲😲😲

Aria: Damn dog😒😒😒

Aria: Arent you supposed to be up running? It’s 3

Aria: I miss you again

Aria: I don’t want to perform Harry

Aria: Will you be disappointed in me if I quit?

Aria: Will you call when you wake up?

When Harry woke up at 5am his time he read the texts laughing she was definitely panicking her nerves were getting to her because she was a chatter box.

He called her via Skype

Her computer facing her she raised up hearing the call she clicked the mouse before falling back in bed.

“Aria” he said watching her move around

“Yes”

“I see Roxy is around Mr.H” he said noticing the dog by her side  

“Yes she was on 1 month probation after she did that”

He chuckled

“It’s not funny” she said sitting up

“Yeh ok?”

“No” she said looking down  

“Yeh’ll do good!”

“I don’t like performing in front of people”

“Yeh did when we went on tour”

“Yes but no one knew it was me”

He sighed

“I have to perform for the executives at 9. Practiced my ranges”

“Don’t strain your voice”

“I know… what are you doing today besides calming my nerves”

“Just tha'nd recording”

“You’re working on your 3rd album?”

“Yes”

She smiled “you have great bed head”

He laughed “are yeh not sleepy?”

“I am I keep jerking in my sleep”

“Just relax poppet”

“I’m trying”

“I have to go for my run”

“Ok i’ll call you when I get done”

“Ok” he said blowing a kiss

She caught it.

Harry: How’d it go? He asked when she didn’t call by the end of the day he wondered how things went

Aria: 😭😭😭😭😭😖😓

Harry called her

Harry: Pick up poppet

Aria: No 😭😢

Harry: howd it go

Aria: ‘need more practice’

Aria: Tommy said ‘on a scale of 1-10. 1 being pretty bad  and 10 being the worst performance ever that was a 7.’ 😭😭😭 I can’t do this

Harry:😒😒 drop him he’s a shitty manager

Harry: Pick up poppet please

She took a deep breath before answering his call

“Hey” she said

“Where are you?”

“At home”  her voice broke

“Aww pet”

“I can’t do this Harry”

“I think yeh need another manager”

She sniffed “I wish you were here”

“I’ll be there soon pet”

She remained silent

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

“My voice  shook the whole time….sang off key sounded like shit”

“It’s alright Aria”

“It’s not,” her voice was soft. “I’m not made for this.”

“Aria yeh are” he stressed

She sighed “how was your day”

“It was wonderful recorded 3 songs”

“Good”

“My album is done will you listen to it?”

He paused “i don’ kno’ if i should.” He was hesitant. In the past she depended so much on his opinion he got frustrated with the search of approval from him.

“Ok fair enough i’ll have Mr. H listen to it”

He remained silent

“Maybe i can do like a Sia thing but cover my whole body be in dungeon somewhere”

He was still quiet

“Ok Harry good night.” She said ending the call. She knew him too well he was asleep.

As she sat aimlessly looking at the ceiling she contemplated all the different things she could do to put an end to her contract. Get sick with a virus, purposely damage her larynx, car accident etc. When Harry awoke at 3am his time he called her she stared at the phone contemplating whether she would swipe right or left. The screen went dark she thanked the gods for not making her make that decision.

At 10 in the morning she found herself in the studio listening to Thomas or Tommy berate her

“ARIA! Im talking to you!” he said snapping her out of her thoughts

“Sorry” she cowered away

“WHY” he paused “why didn’t you perform like you did in this video? you were so good then what is it now?” he was showing her a video of her singing at a local jazz bar. There were only 10 people, people she would never meet this was different this was executives and produces people who had the power to build or destroy her career with one move.

“I dont know im just nervous”

“ABOUT WHAT? WE HAVE DONE EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN TO GET YOU TO NOT BE NERVOUS? SO WHAT ARE YOU NERVOUS ABOUT NOW?

“EVERYTHING!” She argued back before looking at her phone Harry had called her 5 times already.

Harry: Aria are you ok ive called you multiple times

She recorded Tommy

He hit the wall beside her “YO YOU A FUCKING EMBARRASSMENT IT’S A WASTE OF TALENT YOU HAVE. I GOT A 10 YEAR OLD WHO WOULD KILL TO BE IN YOUR SPOT!” He walked away from her “…SO YOURE TELLING ME YOURE GONNA LET SOME 10 YEAR OLD OUT DO YOU? DO WE NEED TO MAKE YOU SING NAKED NEXT TIME?”

She spoke softly “Im sorry I can’t Tommy”

“DONT TOMMY ME! TELL ME YOU CANT! YOU JUST DONT WANT TO!  YOU KNOW HOW HARD I HAVE WORKED FOR YOU! YOU OWE ME THIS!”

She sat silently and hit the send button

Harry: get up and walk away. He texted feeling his anger rise if he was there his fist would be connecting with Tommy’s jaw

Aria: I cant

Harry: Aria get up and walk away

Aria: he’s blocking the door.

She remained quiet waiting for the vent session to be over.

“You have a show tomorrow Chicago Bulls so get ready. Ya ass aint making a fool out of me again” She nodded leaving the studio. She ignored Harry for the rest of the day working on her vocals. She sat at home working on her ranges.

“You sound good Ria” her grandmother said cooking

“Thanks Grandma”

“Whats wrong?” she noticed her behavior

“Tommy screamed at me… told me lots of things i was an embarrassment to him… grandma i don’t know if i can do this”

“Youre too good dont let him ruin you!”

“I know”

Her phone lit up it was Harry texting her.

Harry: can you call me please

She stood up and went to her room to call him

“Aria” he said looking at her on the camera

“Hey” she said getting comfortable on the bed. Her eyes were puffy her nose was red. “How was your day?”

“Good.. are yeh ok?”

“I’m ok” she sighed

“Wha’ happened with Tommy”

“Have to perform tomorrow”

He tilted his head in confusion

“Yea”

“Don’ wan yeh to be sad pet”

“I’m ok Harry. Me and Mr. H will be tough” she joked

He chuckled “I’ll be there soon so save some luvin for me yea?” “No you dont get any”

“Wha’? Why?” he smiled

“Well see me and Mr. H have a bond even you can’t break. I have been there with him through thick and thin” her eyes welled up “and he wont” her voice started to break “and he wont let me down and i won’t do the same to him… sorry i dont mean to cry”

“Aria dont cry pet”

She chuckled wiping her tears “I don’t even know why im crying Harry thats the problem. With Mr. H i know i cant let him down"

“You never let me down" he spoke softly 

“I have, i know that, but im trying not to.”

He sighed not knowing what to say. She was always too hard on herself. Her worst critic never letting up on her imperfections. “ ‘M gonna go to bed” he mumbled

“K good night” she said before ending the call

The next day she walked onto the court her hands shaking getting ready to sing the national anthem. Tommy had softened his tone but his words were still harsh. She found herself panicking 30 minutes prior, hunched over with a paper bag to her mouth. The cameras flashed she brought the microphone to her mouth. She closed her eyes imagined she was at home. When the song was done people jumped to their feet cheering her on. She thanked them and rushed off court. It was one of her best performances.

“WHOO!“ Tommy cheered “THAT WAS IT! THAT’S WHAT YOU DO!… You sounded so good. Thats what you do in front of the execs don’t worry about them you got this Aria!”

She smiled taking a deep breath in she wanted to leave there was no celebration for her this only meant the inevitable an album release and a music career.

“Thanks Tommy can i go home now?”

“Nah lets go party!” “I really dont want to”

“Look its for your image just one drink” he begged

“Ok” she sighed as they made their way to club she texted Harry

Aria: I think i did ok everyone is happy

Aria: Going to the club with Tommy

Aria: Text you when i get home

It was supposed to be the club but they pulled up to his house, there was a party going on

“Tommy i thought you said club” she said giving him a look

“I know but house parties are fun!”

She shook her head this was her first time in his house “I’m not”

“Please just one drink you promised”

“Fine one drink and i’m done”

An hour passed one drink turned to two and two turned to three she thought. Her head was spinning, Tommy was being too friendly, he was groping her in places he shouldn’t have. When she tried to leave his grip on her wrist tightened when she fought back he put her arm behind her making her face the crowd as he dry humped her from behind. When he dragged her to the bathroom she used the opportunity to escape.

“Come on!” he stressed in a playful tone licking her neck forcing her against the wall

“No stop”  she said weak from the concoction she was never a light weight so this was not the norm for her He hit her thigh “I said come on!” his thigh wedged between hers his tone changed he was being forceful

“Stop Tommy” she tried to fight him off

He held her hands above her with one hand while the other groped her body “You know you want this dick, Harry can’t do you like me”

“Please” she begun to cry she was too weak

Abruptly the door swung open. The man looked at Aria’s face “Yooo chill!”

“I’m not doing nothing” he said stepping away from her with his hands up

She quickly maneuvered from him he reached out for her but her arms were too quick on her way out she fell to the floor. Only managing to stand up and rush up the steps she found a room and locked herself in it. Quickly she dialed Harry’s number forgetting he wasn’t in the US, when she remembered she called her grandmother

“Aria do you know what time it is? im asleep!”

“Grandma please come get me” she sobbed on the phone

“Whats wrong?” she sensed the urgency

“He almost raped me i dont know whats wrong with me”

“You stay there i’m calling the cops”

“NO! please”

“Where are you?”

“Tommy’s house on 3rd bellavue house with all the cars”

“Stay where you are I’m coming!”

It felt like eternity waiting for her grandmother. She was finding herself waking up from an unconscious ous state every 5 minutes. She was fighting to stay awake. Her phone rang 4 times before she awoke

“Hello? Hello? Aria!?”

“….Grandma?”

“Where are you? You tell me now or i’m coming in with my shot gun!”

“I’m coming don’t” she said weak

Slowly she stood up her legs felt like jello, she opened the door and walked to the staircase  held onto the railing with a death grip the party was dying down. She saw him at the corner of her eye he was mingling slowly she walked down the steps trying her best to  not draw any attention to herself.  When she got to the bottom of the stairwell. The door seemed so far away there were so many people in the way she tried to quickly move around them

“Aria? Is that you?” she heard his voice

“ARIA! I’m calling you!” fear took over she was pushing people out of the way, when she reached the door she opened it and collapsed her grandmother already standing outside her car ran towards her

“Aria” he spoke in her ear as pulled her up. She winced away

“YOU GET AWAY FROM HER!” her grandmother threatened

“I’m just trying to help her out”

“YOU TOUCH HER I’LL BLOW YOUR WHOLE FACE OFF!”

His temper rose “CALM THE FUCK DOWN OLD BITCH!” “I GOT YOUR BITCH TOUCH HER AGAIN AND YOU WON’T HAVE A DICK” She whimpered standing up

“Aria are you ok?” she spoke to her helping her up

She limped to the car her ankle sprained

When they got to the house it took her grandmother 10 minutes to wake her up

“Oh thank God! Aria what did you drink?”

“I don’t know” she said turning her head away from her

“Let’s get you in the house”

She slumped on the couch her grandmother close by the whole night.

The next morning she woke up with a splitting migraine confused about what happened

She groaned her memory was hazy, she remembered drinking a blue motorcycle and Tommy being aggressive she remembered him walking her to the bathroom his smile on his face his eyes telling her something else

“Oh mi nieta you’re awake!”

Her voice raspy “Grandma what happened?”

“Thomas tried to rape you!”

She thought “No… what?”

“Aria you called me you couldn’t even stand! you need to call the cops i think you were drugged”

“He what?” she sat up needing to piece things together

She picked up her phone there were texts from Tommy

Tommy: i hope you had fun i had too much to drink

Tommy: im sorry about what i did I love you😗 Aria i would never hurt you i was just fucked up Tommy: shit you were too,

Tommy: grinding on me i miss read the signals, you know that right? You know how i get when im fucked up

Tommy: tell your g ma to chill i was fucked up too shit you were too

Tommy: call me when you get this

Miranda: 😁😀YAY bestfriend you did good!

Her mind tried to remember what happened but it couldn’t dnt her wrist was bruised, she rubbed it to sooth the pain.

“Aria you need to call the cops!”

She shook her head “I don’t”

“Well freshen up clear your head”

“How’d i get home?” she looked around

“I came to get you! that rapist was trying to pull you back in”

She stood up and fell to the ground

“Ahh!”  She grimaced  grabbing her swollen ankle

“I think you sprained it” her grandmother picked up her foot “here put it up let me get some ice”

In the bathroom she undressed she noticed bruises on her neck, her thighs and knees when the skirt fell she covered herself with her hands, she had no underwear, she could not remember what happened to it. In shower she tried the best she could to remember she couldn’t. But she also knew something wasn’t right. she scrubbed hard feeling dirty. She felt a sick feeling from the pit of her stomach she hunched over unable to stop it. She vomited.  

In her sleep it came to her in a flash

She saw herself drinking her drink.That nauseous feeling intensified

“I gotta go I don’t feel good.” she steadied herself by holding his shoulders

“No stay” he rubbed her sides

She shook her head “I’m leaving”

“I said stay” he insisted pulling her back, her back to him he breathed on her neck. She moved her neck  away “Mmmm you have a nice ass” he said before smacking it

She shot up in cold sweats her head pounding was it true? Did he really do that?

She looked at her phone there were texts from Harry. He sent her a screenshot from the tabloid the caption “Looks like you and Thomas had fun, you did great! I watched it! what a way to celebrate😂😋” the picture her hair on her face with one arm behind it looked like they were in the middle of a dance. Her wrist ached as if it had a memory of the pain that was inflicted upon it. Harry was oblivious to the dark truth. feeling nauseous she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Rising slowly she cried looking at herself in the mirror.She blamed herself she should have known better. She should have been more careful.

Picking up her phone there was another message from Harry

Miranda: Bitch call me you look lit😂😜

Miranda: Umm that picture doesnt look right call me 🙁😕😞

Harry: call me when you wake up pet I miss your voice😗.

She snatched her laptop from the floor quickly she searched flights to Manchester leaving the next day. She was willing to pay any price once she got the confirmation email she hopped off the bed and three clothes into her suitcase

Her grandmother walked into her room “Where you going you can’t leave!”

“Manchester”

“Are you going to tell him

“I can’t even remember what happened! if it happened will he believe me?”

“Aria he can’t get away with what he did! now I don’t know how the music industry works but that man cant walk away from what he did to you!”

“I know mimi”

“So call the cops”

“I..” she looked to the bathroom

Her grandmother stressed her point “tell him.. Harry will know what to do…. have you talked to him?”

She shook her head

“I’m not going to let this go”

“I know”

“How’s your head?”

“Pounding”

“Well relax I will finish packing for you”

The next day she found herself in Chicago O’hare limping around she hadn’t told Harry about her plan to stop by.

Tommy: You haven’t called are you ok

Tommy: just call me or send a text to tell me your ok

She felt sick looking at the texts holding onto Mr.H she walked around till her flight departure time. When she landed at 2pm she made a beeline for his condo.

She knocked in the door she quickly wiped away her tears

“Yea yea!”  she heard his voice through the door

He stood confused for a second before his face  lit up

“Poppet! Wha’re yeh doing here?“ he asked lifting her into a tight embrace

“I missed you” she confessed

“Yeh  should have told me!”

“I just did!” she said forcing a smile

He leaned down to kiss her she could only manage a few kisses it was killing her.

“What do I owe this delightful surprise?” she shrugged walking in

“Hey” she greeted his band

“ARIAAA!”

She smiled

“Yeh should have told me really” he said pulling her down on his lap. “ ‘M flying to London tomorrow family time”

“Oh” she said looking down

“Yeh’ll come with me?”

She nodded

“Wha’ happened to your foot?” Weezer asked  

“I fell... heels”

“All that partying yeh ‘nd Thomas did” Harry commented “yeh never texted by the way”

She swallowed hard smiling at him “sorry forgot”

He raised his eyebrow

“So what are you up to today?” she asked

“Last recording session are yeh ok?” he noted her pale complexion

“Yea, just cold”

“Yea we gotta go mate” Stevie said noticing the time

“Oh shit! Yeh want to come?” he said standing up

She shook her head

“Jet lag?”

She nodded

He leaned down placing his forehead on heres “Ok well yeh kno’ where the food is. Don' eat all my bananas. I’ll be back ok?”

She forced a smile fighting the tears “yes”

“Are yeh sure you’re ok?”

She hated that he could read her like  an open book

“Yes” she said kissing him

“One more” he said biting his lip

She wrapped her arm around his neck. It took all the energy she had to put passion into the kiss

“Oi!  we gotta go.” Stevie said

As the  day turned to night she sat crying on the couch. She checked her emails wanting to tell her grandmother she was safe. Her heart dropped seeing Tommy’s name on the list she hesitated to open it. When she did it was a picture of her in the airport the title read Aria party girl rushed to Manchester to see Harry. The caption read Rumor is he called her screaming mad about the picture of her and manager Tommy G. His email: Im fucking calling you and you in UK? We got sessions you better be back by Tuesday. She felt sick to her stomach they couldn’t be more wrong. Sleep finally seeped in after hours of laying awake. Her memory flashed through her dreams

“Come on” he says grabbing her hand he had a goofy smile on his face  pulling her towards the dance floor

“No Tommy” she tries to resist

He pulled harder making her collapse into him “damn baby! I didn’t know you wanted it  like that?” he chuckled

“Stop” she pushes away from him

His hands grab her ass he is holding her in place as he rubs his nose on her neck “you gonna feel so good on my dick”

She sat up immediately tears flooded out of her eyes this couldn’t be happening she thought. She got off the couch and went to  lay in bed. A migraine already thumping through her brain she lay in bed when she heard the door open she turned on  her side pretending to be asleep.

Harry quietly took of his clothes and retreated to the bathroom. She could hear him humming behind the water. When he got in bed he cradled behind her kissing her cheek before falling asleep. As she begun to get sleepy she prayed she wouldn’t wake up from a nightmare. In  the morning her prayers were answered she softly  got out of bed and got ready. Harry woke up an hour later.

“Wha’ do yeh want for breakfast pet?”

“Nothing this is fine”

“ ‘Re yeh sure? you’ve been pushing around the cereal for 5 minutes”  she was in a daze she didn’t notice

She shook her head “it’s fine I promise” she lied

He grabbed her hand “Ok are yeh sure? cuz i’ll get yeh anything yeh want”

“I promise” she said forcing the spoon in her mouth.

When they got to his mother’s house she was greeted with love

“Aria come in we have missed yeh oh I always knew yeh two would get back together!” Anne hugged her

She smiled

“Aria!” Gemma greeted her “finally someone we like… no love”

“When are yeh goin to marry her Harry?”Anne asked

“Oh muuum” he fussed

“ ‘M just saying she took yeh back it’s a sign”  

Gemma chimed in “Yea no one wants yeh but her so yeh need to be in your knees”

“These’re strangers not my family I don’ kno’ wha’ alien planet they come from” he joked causing them to laugh

Gemma grabbed her hand dragging her away from Harry “We have to catch up that dress at the wedding to die for where did you get it?”

“Michael Castello designed it”

There was a lot of catching up to do which Aria gladly agreed to do anything to take her mind off that night

At dinner she sat once again pushing her food

“Do yeh want something else?” Harry whispered

“No!” she got scared “this is fine!” she put a mouthful in her mouth

He gave a look she was definitely being strange. She had no appetite there was a raging migraine  she was trying to calm down. After yawns went around the room after dinner every one retreated to their rooms

“Ok off it pet what’s  the problem?” He asked while they lay in bed. He was trying to find out what was wrong with her

She spoke softly “Nothing”

“No there’s something big show comin’ up?”

“No just thinking”

“About?”

She shook her head and smiled

“Yeh don’ wan’ to talk ‘bout it?”

She shook her head

“Ok” he looked down at her holding Mr.H  “You’ve been holding him awfully tight can’ yeh hold me like tha’ too?” He joked

“No you might break” she teased

“Wha’?”

“You might break” she held back her smile

“Are yeh saying I’m weak?” He asked towering her

“……..Yes”

“Yeh wanna test tha’ theory?” he asked before  kissing her deeply his kisses made her forget momentarily but when he started grabbing  her thighs and kissing her neck is when her mind refused to let it go. She froze eyes shut tight. He noticed the tension in her body he raised up to look at her

“Aria wha’s wrong?”

“Nothing”

“You’re stiff as a board look at me” she opened  her eyes “wha’s wrong?”

She sighed “I can’t…. not tonight”

He huffed “ok” he gave her sweet kisses

“Sorry”

“Don’ be luv is just sex…  I can take care of  myself” he said winking

She giggled “Perv”

“Hey only for yeh”

“I guess I should feel special”

At night her prayers were not answered. Her mind took her back to that night

She looks around people are dancing she doesn’t know where she’s going but Tommy is pulling her towards it.The bathroom door is kicked open and he pushes her inside

“Stop it Tommy” she says trying to walk passed him. He closes the door with his foot. He charges  towards her stuffing his tongue in her mouth. She pushes him away and slaps him. His hand is immediately around her neck his eyes cold and dark he pushes her against the wall. “bitch ill kill you matter of fact” his other hand loosens his belt

“please” she begs clawing at his arm he pulls out his penis, "you know you want this dick" he jams his knee into her thighs forcing them open. “shut up.” He reaches up her skirt to rip off her underwear. He pulls hard making her body jerk forward before the fabric gives way. "Harry cant do you like me" He gets closer kissing her neck she tries pushing him off he places both arms above her head holding them by the hands he reaches between her thighs she’s crying “please” she begs. He stops and looks at her he licks his hand before he palms her vagina. He moans “you wet already, just how i like it”

She shot up from her sleep in a cold sweat immediately she ran to the toilet a violent vomiting spree was to begin.

Harry groaned “Aria?” he turned to his side to confirm she wasn’t there

“Aria” he called sitting up hearing the vile noise. Slowly he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. He knelt down beside her rubbing her back

“Something yeh ate?” he offers explanation

She nods in agreement

When she’s done her hands are shaking she can barely wash her face. She was pale as if she saw a ghost

“Wha’s wrong?” he asked noticing  her expression

She turned around with tears in her eyes if he only knew

“Shhh it was just a dream” he sooths her hugging her tight.

But it wasn’t was it? Tommy really did those things. The reality was setting in.

In the morning she continues to rub Harry’s arm unable to fall asleep she lay awake against his chest

During breakfast she checked her phone

Tommy: Where the fuck are you at

Tommy: you think it’s funny you fucking with my career

Aria: I need more time please

Miranda: so you really gonna ignore me your bff?

Mimi(grandmother): Aria have you told him

Aria: Not yet I will soon I promise

As Gemma and Aria shopped around she tried her best to act natural.

“Are yeh ok?” Gemma asked during lunch Aria even though trying her best was very distant

“Yea!” she said putting on a happy face

“Sure? yeh look pale”

She smiled “Yea lack of sun” she joked

“Tell Harry he owes you a vacation”

She smiled Gemma her biggest advocate always made Harry go out of his way for her “Only if you come too!”

“You know it!”  

As the day wound down she hopped the night would be gentle on her she couldn’t wake up from another nightmare.

“Did you see this?” Harry laughed showing her a picture of her crawling up the stairs. Who would possibly take that picture and furthermore insinuate she was going to have sex with Tommy?

She smiled

“Yeh were having fun weren’t yeh?”

She remained silent

“But ’m glad yeh ‘nd Tommy handled your differences” he said falling asleep

She melted into his chest not wanting to remember anything

The next day she Aria, Anne, and Gemma decided to clean up then treat themselves to dinner. She got multiple texts during the day. People were asking her about the picture.

Miranda: uh you need to call me NOW! i know your ass didnt fuck tommy

Miranda: you disappeared to Manchester whats up☹

Miranda: ARIA what did Tommy do to you? Why did Mimi call me crying???😭😭

Aria: i can’t talk about it Miranda, not now

Mimi: have you told him

Aria: not yet Mimi

Mimi: im not playing do it or  I will

Aria: ok ok

~With Harry~

“Whoa Harry have you seen this?” Weezer asked

“Wha’?”

“Look” he looked at the heading Tommy G accused of sexual assault 2 victims have come forward the caption: ‘Both victims claim it happened in his house we will keep you posted’

He frowned “he didn't” he paused to think  remembering the dirty glances he gave women

“I gotta find out more” Weezer said scrolling through his phone

As the day went on he couldn’t help but think about it. It gnawed at him this was her manager, someone who was close to her.

“Oh shit! Now they are saying one of the girls was assaulted the night he partied with Aria”

Harry tried to shake it off. “no he couln’ have”

Stevie rushed to him“Harry have you seen?”

“Yea” not wanting to be bothered by it

“No look!” Stevie said shoving the phone at him 

Harry looked at him before grabbing the phone he read the words ‘A witness has stepped forward caught him in the act.’ As he read the details his heart rate picked up ‘…. walked in  on him with his female artist.’ Tommy only managed Aria and another female artist who was absent that night

“Have yeh talked to Aria maybe its someone else” they tried to reason

“Did she tell you anything?” Gigi asked

He looked at them “no she would tell me”

When the day ended even Gemma got notifications on social media people were tagging her on the posts. Aria’s phone was buzzing nonstop.

Miranda: Aria

Miranda: dont ignore me im your best friend,…. thunder buddies for life

Miranda: Aria

Miranda: did it happen?

“Aria wha’s this?” Gemma asked showing her the article.  Her heart sank reading the article Tommy was getting charged with sexual assault. Two victims identified one had yet to come forward.  She was the remaining piece.

She shook her head “its nothing”

“They’re saying you’re the other woman is it true?”

“Other woman for what?” Anne asked taking the phone from Gemma’s hand

As Harry rushed to his mother’s house he thought to himself those pictures that were taken, she did look uncomfortable in Tommy’s embrace. The bruised wrist she explained away seemed to be the one he was holding behind her back. She also never got that drunk in public so it was strange that she got that drunk, even when she got drunk she was never that sloppy, falling all over the place hair in her face.

As Aria tried to convince Gemma and Anne that wasn’t her her phone lit up

Miranda: Shit is hitting the fan I hope you told him

Tommy: you bitch

Mimi: hope you told him  

Aria felt her breathing hitch

“Aria this sounds like yeh!” Gemma said reading more articles

“It’s not” she whispered

Harry rushed through the kitchen door he walked in “Aria” he called

She smiled at him but stopped soon after his face was one she couldnt read ”….yes” she answered warily

“Yeh promise to tell me the truth?” it was supposed to be a statement but came out as a question

“Yes anything” she half smiled

“Wha’s wrong Harold?” his mother asked noticing his expression

He paused before speaking standing across from her. His eyes burrowing into her soul. “Wha’ happened that night at Tommy’s house?”

She looked down. Her nightmare was coming to life. It seemed forever when she heard her name being called.

“Aria” Harry called his eyes were becoming more bewildered by the second, her silence was confirming his gut instincts. She looked up at him before looking down. Pulling at her sleeves occupying her hands. She was losing the battle on holding back her tears. It wasn’t long before he called again.

“Aria… I asked yeh a question” his voice assertive he walked closer to her searching for her eyes. His breathing uneven. He needed her to tell him nothing happened. Everyone was looking at her waiting for an answer.

“ARIA!” he screamed in frustration. He startled them.

“Oi! Wha’s going on in here?” His dad asked walking in

The tears won they poured out of her eyes

“Aria tell me wha’ happened!” anger spewed in his voice

“Harold!” his mother scolded in a whisper

“Oh my god!” Gemma said in shock

The whole room came to the realization something dark happened that night. Her behavior made sense now the lack of appetite,the pale look on her face, the vomiting, the insomnia, the night mares.  

“Aria” he whispered she had yet to speak. He needed her to say it was a joke. That there was no way it happened.

She looked up at him with tears rolling down her face, her hands were shaking pulling on her sleeve  “please don’t make me go back to that night” she spoke softly

“Oh!” Anne grabbed her chest “yeh poor thing” Anne immediately rushed to her side and held her in a tight embrace.

“Harry he didn’…. did he?” Gemma looked at him hoping he could offer up a reason

He squatted down. Holding his head. There were no longer butterflies in his stomach from fear of the truth. Fear was replaced with anger which started from his chest and radiated out  “ ’M GONNA KILL HIM!” He said standing up

“Oi! Stop that!”

“Dad not right now!” He paced the floor “…. That BASTARD put his hands on yeh? im going to kill him!

“CALM DOWN HAROLD!” His father said grabbing his shoulders

Aria sobbed in the background. He should have known something was wrong. Her eyes told him something was wrong they were filled with sorrow. He pushed passed his father going outside.

“Oi! come back’ere!” His father chased after him

Gemma knelt down next to her crying and hugging her “Im so sorry Aria”

[teamkaiforever]

OUR DAUGHTER

 (requested by anon) Kai Parker x Reader word count : 4 145 warning : character’s death summary : Reader and Kai have a child together. [CONTINUES IN - Part II , I couldn’t possibly fit all I wanted to say in one part , sorry 😅🙈 not sorry 😜] * gif by jake-riley _______________

Y/N and Kai went on their daily afternoon walk in the park. It was warm , sunny with not a cloud in the sky , unless the super thin clouds that looked like a stroke of a brush. They got some ice cream , or more like Y/N got some ice cream , and they sat on one of the benches in the shadows near the duck pond. Kai couldn’t take his eyes off her , his eyes drifting between Y/N’s face and her pregnant belly. His life could’ve taken a completely different turn if it hadn’t been for her. He loved her so much , he didn’t even mind all those times she woke him up in the middle of the night asking him to go get her something from a store near by. Her cravings had been all over the place , so had been her moods. Sometimes they fought , she’d yell at him and then start sobbing without any warning. Lately however she seemed calmer. Maybe it was because the doctors had said that any day now the baby would be born. Kai couldn’t wait to see his child. His excitement grew more and more each day, so did his love for both Y/N and their baby. “I love you.” whispered Kai , placing a soft kiss on her neck. “And … I love you.” he repeated , placing a hand on Y/N’s giant belly and leaning in towards it and placing a soft kiss on her stomach. A moment later his eyes lit up and he smiled widely. “It kicked ! I bet he or she can hear me. How awesome would that be ? I wonder if our child will remember me talking.” Y/N laughed , nearly dropping her ice cream. Her fingers brushed through Kai’s hair. She was sure the baby would remember. Kai had been talking to their unborn child for months now , day and night. Her husband looked so beyond happy the past 9 months. The night she had told him she was pregnant had been the night he returned from 1903. He had sneaked into her bedroom through the window like he had done a dozen times before and nearly had scared her to death while she had been taking a shower saying he couldn’t wait a second longer to see her. The next day was Jo’s wedding and he mentioned that he wants to get his revenge on that day because his entire coven would be there. Then he noticed that Y/N had started looking nervous. A few moments later he realised her shirt was a bit tighter on her meaning she had put on some weight. He had asked about it and she had told him she is pregnant , halting his plans for revenge. Kai’s entire world had shifted in that moment. He still wanted revenge but he also realised that if he does what he had planned , he’d kill his own child and that had changed everything. Y/N hadn’t asked him to change his mind , he had done that on his own and he never regretted it. “You are such an adorable softie.” teased Y/N. “I am not !” he protested , a smile spreading across his face a moment later. Y/N scooped up some ice cream from her cup and held the spoon out for Kai. He shook his head. “No. You enjoy it. I’m fine just enjoying my day in the park with the most gorgeous , strong , fierce girl that has ever lived on this planet.” “Oh shut up.” Kai laughed and pressed his lips against hers , his palm brushing against her cheek. It had been almost 5 months since their wedding and and he still couldn’t believe it. Any of it. Y/N was his sunshine , even in the darkest moments she always found a way to brighten things up. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Not anymore. “You taste like chocolate.” “That’s because ever since I got pregnant that stuff has literally gotten into my bloodstream.” she said scopping out another spoon with ice cream. “Apparently our baby boy or girl loves chocolate as much as you do.” Y/N tapped him on the nose with her tiny plastic spoon. Kai laughed , his eyes sparkling with love and excitement. In all his life he had never imagined he’d find someone , that out of their relationship would come something as special as a child. If someone had told Kai that he’d be this excited about becoming a dad , he probably would’ve laughed and called them crazy. “I still can’t believe you didn’t want to know the gender of our child.” said Kai , resting against the bench with his hand across Y/N’s shoulder. “How will we call our child when he or she finally arrives? Can’t call it ‘baby’ all the time. We have to pick names.” “OKAY .. You go first.” “No. You go first.” he said softly in her ear. Y/N’s heart fluttered and just as she was about to suggest a name , a sharp pain tore through her stomach. Her hand automatically held onto it as she scrunched her face in pain. The feeling was similar to her monthy stomach cramps only much more intense. “Wh-what is it ?” asked Kai worried. Sometimes when their child kicked a bit too hard , Y/N would groan out in pain. “Are you okay ? “Yeah I’m- I’m fine. ” she sighed. “Wow that hurt.” Kai stroked her hair and then Y/N groaned in pain again. “I think the baby is coming.” she whispered turning towards him. “N-now ?” Y/N tilted her head , glaring at him. “No , tomorrow. YES NOW.” “Can’t you hold it ?” “Yeah yeah sure of course..” she said. “I bet thats what everyone does - hold it when the baby decides to come into this world until a more convinient time. HEY maybe we can go on to the movies and later on stop at the hospital.” “Your sarcasm is not helping.” “KAI …” she groaned in pain again. “What do I do ? Tell me. What do I do ?” he said with panic in his voice. Kai knew it was the 9th month and that the baby could show up at any moment but all of the sudden everything vanished from his head. Y/N glanced at him opening her mouth to make a comment and groaned in pain again. Her hand shot for his forearm , squeezing it tightly. “Call Jo you dummy !” she snapped. “And stop panicking. You are not the one about to give birth to a new human.” They had gone over the scenarios dozens of times. How can he forget it all now ?! “I am not -” “CALL JO. NOW.” Her hand reached for him and Kai helped Y/N get up , pulling out his phone with his other hand and dialing his sister’s number. Y/N had thought ahead creating a speed dial button on his phone for when the time comes. Jo had given birth about a two months and a half ago and was still technically on medical leave but had promised when the time comes , she’d be there to help. “Pick up , pick up , pick up …” About a minute passed before his sister finally picked up. “It’s happening ! Jo … It’s happening NOW.” he said looking at his wife , they were a few metres away from his car. “I don’t sound panicky. Why does everyone keep saying that I’m panicky ?! Just - just meet us at the hospital. Now. ” Y/N and Kai got in the car and he quickly pulled out of the parking lot heading for the Whitmore hospital. Her contractions had started happening more frequently and her hand shot for his forearm digging her fingernails in it each time pain cut through her body. “Just breath.” he kept repeating and Y/N wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or trying to calm himself down. They got to the hospital faster than Y/N had expected , mostly because Kai kept using magic to turn all traffic lights on their way green. A few minutes later just as they were about to turn down the street to Whitmore hospital - “Oh God … I think my waters just broke.” she said quietly , turning towards him and groaning in pain a few moments later. Jo arrived a little after them , right on time for the newest Parker’s arrival. Kai went in the operating room with them , holding Y/N’s hand the entire time. She kept squeezing and squeezing it so hard nearly breaking the bones in his hand, sweatdrops appearing on her forehead for the effort. Kai kept talking to her to keep her calm but didn’t appear to be helping much. He started hating himself knowing his is in pain because of him. Never in his life he had imagined that giving birth can be this painful. Then their baby cried for the first time. Kai had thought Y/N’s laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world , now there was another sound he loved maybe even more. Kai smiled through tears , carresing Y/N’s forehead. “It’s a girl.” said Jo smiling and glancing at them. “A healthy beautiful baby girl.”

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Kai had been at the baby ward most of the night looking over their daughter. It was starting to get clear he wouldn’t let anyone even look at her without him around. Meanwhile Y/N got a few hours of sleep. Giving birth had exhausted her in a way she never even knew existed. When her eyes opened Kai was sitting next to her and the room had been filled with balloons , flowers and cupcakes. Y/N couldn’t help but smile seeing everything but what got the most to her was Kai. He was glowing , literally. His entire aura had shifted a bit and he had turned into literal sunshine , even more than usual. In his hands there was a cupcake and some frosting had smeared across his lips. His eyes lit up seeing she was looking at him. It had been a long night and it was hard to believe less than 15hrs ago they had been in the park eating ice cream while Kai talked to their unborn child. “Oh hello my queen.” he said smiling widely. “Want some ? You must be hungry. I know I am.” “Queen?” “Yeah.” he laughed nervously. “You are the queen and our little girl is the princess.” he said as if its the most obvious thing in the world. Y/N laughed. “My king , where is my royal treatment then ?” she teased tapping on her lips with her finger , pretending to think. Kai got up and kissed her lips briefly. “Nah-uh. I want more.” Her hands quickly tangled in his hair , pulling him towards her until he was almost on top of her , tugging on his lip at the end of the kiss. He pulled away leaving her leaning into the empty space between them. “Always so greedy.” teased Kai , kissing her deeply again. “Not that I am complaining. I could never get enough of you.” “I could never get enough of you either.” she smiled. “I love you.” “I love you more.” “Knock knock.” interrupted Jo. “I believe someone wants to see you… and by the looks of it , her dad can’t wait a second.” Kai had jumped up so fast getting to Jo , his eyes fixed on the little girl in her arms. Her eyes were closed for a moment , then they opened and she yawned. Kai was absolutely mesmerized by the little budle of joy. He looked at her with such affection , Y/N got a tiny bit jealous for a second. Kai tapped the little girl’s nose and the baby gigled a for a few seconds. Kai’s smile was getting wider by the second. A few hours into this world and he loved his daughter more than anything and was ready to do whatever just to see her smile and make sure she is happy. “I would’ve jumped too , but it still hurts a bit.” laughed Y/N , outstretching her arms for Jo to put the baby in them. Y/N had seen the baby right after it had been born but now she could get a really good look at their daughter. Jo put the baby in her hands and Y/N’s eyes lit up like never before. “She is so beautiful.” she said smiling. “Just like her mother.” smiled Kai leaning against the bed. “Look at her smile and how she just scrunched her little nose..” Kai couldn’t tear his eyes away from his girls. How was he that lucky ? After all that he had done , he had never expected to find love , thought never even crossed his mind. Sure there had been girls back before he was sent away but … it had felt different until he had met Y/N. And now he had not one but two people in his life , making him the happiest person in this world. He didn’t want to disappoint any of them , ever. “You are going to be the best father there is.” said Y/N taking her eyes off their new born daughter to look at Kai. Their eyes locked for a long time and he could see him worry about that. Like he thought he wasn’t good enough. “Our daughter is the luckiest girl on this earth to have you as a father.” Y/N could see their baby daughter all grown up and Kai acting like the most carrying yet a wee-bit over protective dad when she went on her first date or more like every time any boy even dared to breath near her. “Jo ?” she wondered. “Could you take a picture of us ? I want to remember this moment forever.” “Yeah , of course.” smiled Jo. Kai reached in his back pocket and gave his sister his phone. He was sure he’d remember that moment even without the pictures. Kai wrapped his arms around Y/N and kissed her cheek gently hearing the camera click in that moment and then again and again as he looked up. “I never thought I’d say this - but …I’m beyond happy about you brother.” “Jee thanks sis.” he laughed , a geniune light laugh. “Could you give us the heads up next time before taking a picture? I think I blinked.” Y/N and Jo burst out in laugher. “Hey baby girl.” said Kai gently , brushing his finger against their daughter’s tiny cheek , his daughter wrapping her tiny fingers around it a moment later. “Remember me ? I’m your dad.” Y/N stared at Kai , his eyes glowing like never before. It was as if a completely different person was standing in front of her. Kai was quite literally melting at the sight of their child. And still they had to pick a name. “Can I hold her ?” he asked Y/N , barely able to contain himself from grabbing his daughter out of her hands. Kai quickly left the rest of his cupcake aside , wiping his hands and reached for his baby girl. “Careful with her head , okay?” said Jo. “I’m not going to break her , sis.” Y/N carefully gave Kai their child. He looked so happy to have her in his arms , it was as if he was flying. He held his little girl in his large arms, afraid he might actually break her. She was so tiny and fragile. “So tiny…” he whispered smiling. Their new born daughter looked like a mini version of Y/N - same eyes , same nose… except there was this michevious spark in her eyes , the same spark he had in his eyes. Her tiny hand wrapped around his finger making him smile. She had been brought to this world barely a few hours ago and it appeared she already loved him. He knew in that moment he’d protect her at all cost. Always. “Daddy’s little girl.” he whispered smiling at the little budle of joy in his arms. Then he looked up at Jo who was starring at him as if seeing him for the first time. Same with Y/N. “What ? I don’t have cupcake frosting on my face anymore right?” “Nope. No frosting..” smiled Y/N , wiping happy tears from her eyes. The most dangerous sociopath , as her friends always described him ,turning to jelly because of his newborn baby girl. You definitely don’t see that every day. she thought. “Have you thought of any names ?” asked Jo. “We were just about to talk about it when this cutie here showed up.” said Kai smiling at his daughter and making funny faces at her to get her to laugh. “Would’ve helped if we knew if our child will be a boy or a girl but someone insisted on it being a surprise.” “Hey. You could’ve still found out and not tell me about it.” “We both know I can’t keep a secret from you..” he winked at her. Y/N reached for one of the cupcakes , swirling her tongue around the frosting. During the past few months she had thought of names but now that she had to pick , it was like half of the names had vanished from her mind. “I like Emma.. Katie.. Alexandra? ” she paused seeing how they were looking at her. “I got frosting on my nose , didn’t I ?” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand , another name popping into her mind. “Lucinda. Lu for short.. or Victoria.” Kai shook his head. “You are terrible at this.” he said. “OH and you can do better ?” “What about Grace ? Alice ? Mel or Meg ?” Y/N thought for a moment turning to his sister. “Care to weight in Jo ?” “I’d rather stay out of this discussion.” she laughed. “I’ll leave you to it. Call me if you need me.” Jo carressed the baby’s head , squeezing Y/N’s hand for a moment before leaving the room. Kai looked after her. His baby girl cried out in the next moment. “OMG What … what did I do wrong?!” he asked with panic in his voice. “Why is she crying ?! I swear I would never hurt her ! Why … why is she doing this ?” Y/N laughed. “Calm down. Our daughter is just hungry.” she said. “Give her to me. Bet you’ll be jealous of her in a moment.” “What ? Me ? Why ..?” he paused for a moment realising what his wife meant. “OHHH… ” Their baby girl calmed down pretty fast after starting to feed. Kai sat on the chair next to the bed, his elbows resting on it and holding his head in his hands. He looked at them with such interest and affection it was turning Y/N’s cheeks red. Not longer after their baby daughter fed , she fell asleep in her mother’s arms. “How about Alexandra Grace Parker ?” she suggested. ________________

A few hours later Kai went outside to grab something for Y/N to eat. There was this place barely a street away from the hospital that had her favourite avocado/chicken/leafy green salad. When he came back to the room she had fallen asleep. He left the paperbag on the far edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Something was wrong. Kai placed his hand on her forehead feeling her skin burn. Quickly he ran outside and down the hall to where Jo’s office was. “Jo ! Something is wrong with Y/N.” he said opening the door without even bothering to knock. “Her skin , its burning to the touch I -” He didn’t wait for his sister to reply and directly grabbed her hand , pulling her after him. On the way Jo grabbed another one of the doctors and they rushed into the room. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open for a second and then closed again. She was mumbling something that sounded a lot like ‘I’m coming. Wait for me.’ Jo and the other doctor quickly checked her eyes , pulse and blood pressure , her temperature and looked at each other with empty expressions on their faces. “What is it ?” asked Kai , pacing back and forth around them not taking his eyes off Y/N. Her eyes seemed unfocused and sweat drops had appeared on her face. “WHAT IS IT JO?” he snapped. “Her blood pressure is too low and her body temperature is almost 40C.” said Jo calling out for one of the nurses. They quickly hooked Y/N up to an EKG , a needle and a tube going in her forearm leading to a fluids tube. One of the nurses passed Jo a syringe and his sister pludged it into Y/N’s arm. “What does that mean ?!” asked Kai. Everything around him was happening too fast and too slow at the same time. “JOSETTE , TELL ME NOW!” “There must be an infection in -” “K-Kai ?” Kai turned towards Y/N rushing to her side in an instant. He took her hand , bringing it to his lips kissing her knuckles. His other hand caressing her face. “Yes sweetheart?” “Why am I on fire?” “Don’t worry. Jo is going to fix everything.” he said softly. “You are going to be OKAY and in a few days we will go home with Alex , start decorating her room. We have to buy the pink curtains now , remember ?” Y/N smiled weakly , her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds too long. Kai hated that knot forming in his stomach. She was everything to him and he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it. That life no longer existed. Y/N was slipping away and everything Jo and the doctors were doing didn’t have any result. He had never feared losing her more than in that moment. Seeing the light slowly drain out of her eyes made him feel as if he was the one dying. “I want to tell you so-mething.” she said weakly. “You can tell me later.” he said with a small smile on his face. “There is no-time.” her eyelids fluttered closed again. “You need to know… just in-case. I -” Her mouth and eyes froze semi open. A machine near by beeped. “Y/N? Y/N wake up.” he cried leaning in closer to her. His palm brushing against her cheek. “No ,no no. Come back to me. Jo please do something !” His sister shook her head. “There is nothing I can do. I’m sor-” “I don’t need your sorries ! I need you to bring her back!” he snapped. “Please Jo , I can’t live without her. There has to be a spell or something.” “There isn’t. I know you love her but -” Kai looked at his sister with tears in his eyes then at Y/N , her hand still in his , her head turned towards him. It was like someone had thrown him straight into hell , a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from no matter how much he wanted to. Kai felt all air being pulled out of his lungs , feeling like his soul had been ripped away. He was ready to do anything just so he can have her wrap her arms around him again , just so he can see her smile and hear her say his name one more time. Just one more time. He hadn’t even gotten to tell her he loves her one last time before she had slipped away. Kai let the tears fall down his cheeks , not minding all the water pooling in his eyes at all. “I love you.” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers on last time. Jo closed Y/N’s eyes , hugging her brother from behind. They didn’t like each other much but she knew he needed her. Kai’s hand still held onto Y/N’s , not willing to let go. In all his life she had been the only one who never looked at him with a disgust and threated him like a person and not like trash like his whole family had. When they had met , he had been at his darkest - freshly out of the 1994 Prison World , ready to slaughter his entire family for sending him away. Even then , before the merge he had felt something towards her , an inexplicable desire to be near her. Kai had told her the truth about who he was the first night they had met and she hadn’t ran. Y/N had hugged him and comforted him , promising him he would never be alone ever again , that she’ll always be with him. “You broke your promise.” he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. A moment later he realised he wasn’t going to be alone. Y/N hadn’t wanted to leave him. It had happened , but before she had died , she had left him a part of herself. Even in death she had found a way to keep her promise. “Jo?” he asked. “How soon can I take Alex home?”

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[little-owly]

here ya go!! hope you don’t mind but i made him wet towards the end :3c

for anyone else waiting for their fic requests to be filled, pleeeeease be patient, thank yoooou :D

The urge first hit him while Wilford and Ed argued back and fourth. Their bickering droning on and on, neither side backing down.

“I told ya,” Ed argued, his smooth Southern voice aggravated, “time and time again I remind ya to put in my promised 30 seconds. But do ya? Nah, not one bit-”

Wilford sighed, frustration growing, “well, excuse me, Ed. But not everyone wants to see a commercial advertising child slavery-”

“My work is a damned and honest way of making ends meet! And for Christ’s sake, you killed some poor sons of a bitch nearly 3 times last time in your fancy game show.”

Dark only rolled his eyes. The ever subtle twitching in his lower abdomen catching him off guard again. His human form was still taking time to get use to. The daily chore of taking care of the humanly needs known as eating, drinking, and…and…? Dark struggled to remember the word for it. Dr. Ip//lier explaining it to him days after he took form in the shape of Mark permanently.

He was ripped from his thoughts as the same man he was thinking of spoke up. His white lab coat hiding his pale blue scrubs.

“If I may suggest giving Ed here a spot during my programming?”

“Oh shut it, you quack.” Wilfrod spat out. Clearly at his wits end with Ed, taking it out on the poor overworked doctor.

“Excuse me?” uttered Dr. Ip//lier. His normally bland tone being replaced with offense.

“What’s the big deal? Doc here offers me time on /his/ fancy medical show! Ya jealous there, Warfy?” Ed teased, turning to the other, “Doc, I’d be happy to take ya up on that offer.”

The urge grew in intensity. Enough for Dark to cross his legs, his foot tapping against the carpet floor of the conference room, as if helping to distract from the urge. The uncomfortable full feeling not paining him, but also not easy to ignore.

And for the (symbolic) life of him, he could not figure out the last need Dr. Iplier warned him to take care of.

Dark watched the meeting continue. Small arguments, the occasional agreement, and looking over this week’s programming. Surprisingly, Wilford let Bim host his show for him this week. Dark smirked, seeing the obviously proud Bim watch his performance on the screen – ready for it to air next Friday night.

“My calculations and data suggests this week’s taping may drop in ratings. Many viewers who tune in for our Friday primetime show only watch for Wilford’s violence,” Google brought up. His glitching tone ever present.

Bim’s face fell as he heard Google, “b-but, I tried so hard-”

“My calculations conclude you didn’t, since you have not caused great harm or death to a contestant.” Google droned on. Robotic, completely devoid in emotion, especially of those around him.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Ed spoke up, “this kid tried his hardest, he just wants to be the best host-”

“Host will look up from his spot and turn towards Ed, acknowledging his name being-”

“Not you, Bloody Mary” Ed interrupted.

“The Host will look back down. Now self conscious of his bloody bandages.”

“As I was saying, give the kid a chance. All those complicated computer datas and stuff is just a guess.” Ed finished. Bim softly smiling.

Google scoffed, “actually, Ed, my so called guesses are carefully calculated. I’ve studied the dynamics of our audience and-”

“Can he be shut off?!” Ed groaned, “why’s he even here?! The damn robot can hardly talk without messing up.”

Dark groaned quietly. The low noise staying in the back of his throat. The urge now hard to hide. He squirmed as secretly as he could. The full feeling pressing against his form’s abdomen. His bladder bulging out slightly. The full feeling tilting from uncomfortable to…pleasurable? Is that a normal reaction?

Dark groaned again, making a mental note to talk to Dr. Iplier after this meeting.

“Google, shut it. Ed, shut the fuck up” Wilford spoke up.

“Why did he get the kinder version of shut up?!”

“Because I actually tolerate him, unlike you.” Wilford replied. A sly grin plastered on his face as Ed glared.

Dark groaned once more, losing himself in the full feeling. Biting the inside of his cheek, he froze as he heard Wilford speak.

“Uh, you okay there, Dark? Awfully quiet except for the weird noises.”

Dark cursed quietly under his breath. How could he be so careless? How could you let his human form get the best of him?

“I’m fine. Please continue, Wil.”

Dr. Ip//lier quietly rolled his chair over to the end of the table. Beside Dark, seeing his crossed legs and hearing him groan.

“Dark?” he whispered, “have you attended to your needs? You’re not an entity, this form is…complex and has to have its needs met.”

Dark sighed, frustrated, “yes, I have, doctor. I am well aware of my form, now can you please go back to your seat?”

Dr. Ip//lier looked down, “forgive me for the interruption.”

“Don’t do it again.”

“Understood.”

As the meeting droned on and on. More arguments, more bickering, and a total of one agreement. Dark continued to squirm in his seat, knees buckled together as he tried to keep his dignity together. Willing to sacrifice his comfort for his dignity, above all costs.

It wasn’t until he couldn’t help it. Squirming about in the leather seat, his hands looked as if they were settled on his lap, but in reality – both hands were holding his cock. Hoping the full feeling goes away, hoping he can get by with the last 5 minutes of the meeting, hoping he can make it to Dr. Ip//lier in one piece to get to the bottom of his new found condition.

The underlying pleasure of holding in…whatever was inside him made Dark bite his lip. Trying to remain as normal as he could. Only moving when all attention was on Wilford.

“Okay, we all have our scheduling in order?”

“The Host will raise his hand, his voice deep and smooth as he asks if his show is still included for the 12 A.M. slot,” Host interrupted, doing as he said.

“Ah shit,” Wilford muttered, “okay. Give us a quick overview of what you’re discussing tomorrow night.”

“The Host will retrieve from his book bag his manuscript for his latest horror work,” he said, pulling out the thick stack of pages.

Dark growled. His freedom to relieve his problem now minutes away. His legs began to give out. His bladder throbbing in sync with his squirming, desperate for…something. Desperate to relive something within himself. Dark bit his lip once more, eyes closing shut.

He needed Dr. Ip//lier to explain, and now.

Dark bit back as gasp as it happened. Breathing heavily through his nose, ignoring the conversation around him. The warm liquid spilling out of Dark to settle under his seat and down his legs. It rushed down his legs in a strong stream, wetting the black pants he wore with his suit, puddling under the seat of his pants. The warm liquid making him relax more and more as the full feeling faded away.

“…what’s that leaking sound?” Bim asked quietly. The Host moving his head to find the source.

“The Host agrees there is a sound, and has trouble locating it. He will turn to his left to ask Mr. Trimmer if he has found the source.”

Dark finally ended his ordeal. The last spurts of his…whatever, leaking out. Relief filling him. The fullness feeling finally gone.

Dr. Ip//lier took one look at the end of the table before clearing his throat to catch the attention of everyone.

“I think we’re done here, right Wilford?”

“Sure,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders, “next meeting is on Thursday. Try to make it in time, Ed.”

Ed was about to stand up and argue before Bim stopped him, “its not worth it,” he added. Giving a soft smile to Ed, calming him down.

The conference room quickly became empty – save for Dr. Ip//lier and an irritated Dark. His teeth grit as he moved around, wet pants sticking to his skin.

Dr. Ip//lier made his way to Dark, the other turning to face him.

“W-what the hell is this?!”

“For a dark entity, you sure do forget things easily,” the doctor sighed.

“What did I-”

“Don’t you remember the needs of the human body, Dark? Eating, drinking, and disposal of bodily fluids. What you just did is urinate.”

Dark looked down at his damp lap as the doctor helped him stand from the wet seat.

Hmm.

So thats what the last need was.