#literally I had planned to sign off and go to bed before I realized I'd forgotten to tell the server about this one

[marinerainbow]

I've mentioned them a few times, but haven't gotten in depth with Poppy's exes before. Until now.

Poppy, in her canon timeline, has three exes and is currently single. Partly because of her own choice, but also partly because of the fears two of her exes left her with. Here are the guys she's dated.

Please note: outside of Poppy's storyline, I don't plan on further developing these guys. Some may get more backstory than others, but their ultimate purpose is to play a role in Poppy's backstory. I'll still answer asks for them if anybody is curious, of course, but don't expect like a deep analysis in their psychology like I'd give for my other OC's.

Henry Foxworth

Unfortunately, this fox- that's figuratively and literally; he's a fox toon- was Poppy's first love. They met during her popularity as an actress. Which meant that they met when her mental health and self-esteem were at an all-time low. Which also made her the perfect prey for a scummy opportunist like Henry.

Poppy was so desperate at the time for anything positive in her life, that even though she knew nothing about him, all it really took was for his charm and sweet words to get her to melt in his arms. She jumped the gun, brought him home with her, and that was the night she played pattycake for the first time. If you catch my drift.

Honestly, Henry didn't even realize she was an actress before he walked into her home. Poppy didn't even really have memorabilia of her movies like posters because she doesn't want to remember. She was originally just going to be a free meal ticket and some good nightly company, but when he realized he just bedded someone who had money and- some- fame, he decided to take this little con of his a little further.

She wasn't a big toon, definitely not like Bugs Bunny or Mickey Mouse. Especially since the demand for horror toons wasn't that high. But Poppy still managed to make good money and was recognized by a good number of people. Henry didn't care though; she had cash, and she was desperate to have someone she thought loved her around. It wasn't that hard to convince her to offer him money when he asked, letting him move in with her, and even give him access to her bank account.

However, as Stein Studios started failing, Poppy was losing the little stardom and wealth she had started to gain. Much to her relief and Henry's disappointment. The nail in the coffin was when Stein Studios officially closed down, and all the toons, including Poppy, were laid off with no help or plans for the future. Despite all the red flags, Poppy was still convinced that Henry loved her, and he wouldn't abandon her.

The day after she told him, she came home to an empty house; no Henry, all of her valuables gone, and when she checked in with her bank it turned out all of the savings- which she had planned to use to buy them both a decent house away from Downtown- was all gone. And she never heard of him again.

The worst part about all this, in Poppy's opinion at least, was that all of this came out of nowhere. Sure, nowadays she looks back and sees all the signs that Henry was no good, but the way he took nearly everything she had and left her was far too sudden. She probably would have been able to find a good home if he hadn't taken her money. But now, because of him, she had to start over from scratch and is still to this day stuck in Downtown Toontown.

Henry was the one that really messed with her heart the most, for obvious reasons. She swore off on one-night stands, even if she is attracted to the other person. She has an underlying fear that someday she'll wake up or come home, and her lover will have deserted her, etc. And since he was her first love, all of this damage has an even bigger impact on her.

Moony Wolf

Some time later, when Poppy is just starting to recover from her first relationship and able to actually make a life for herself, the rabbit meets an old co-star of hers... Who she wasn't too thrilled to meet again.

In her films, the villain was almost always different in each one. Moony Wolf was created when the Stein Brothers decided they wanted to create a cartoon with a Wolf as the villain. Thus, Moony was created. He was pretty wild and dangerous, even for the humans on set. Though they didn't want to waste resources, so Poppy was still paired up with the toon. Needless to say, he caused her a lot of pain, even though he was one of those one-and-done toons.

She was still recovering from her time in the studio, and had feared Moony to be the same. However, it turned out that he had actually grown since the last time they met. He still looked ferocious, as he was designed, but he had gotten out of the animalistic mindset he was created with. And when he saw her, he actually tried to apologize for their past.

It was enough to encourage Poppy to not be afraid. When she saw he really had changed, and realized his actions before weren't exactly his fault, she actually took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Moony. One thing led to another, and they both wound up promising to meet up again.

Things didn't move as fast with Moony as they did with Henry, but a relationship did blossom between them quickly. They both needed support, and they both wanted to be loved. At the time, they were actually perfect for the other; Moony was far more gentle with her than he ever had been, and she had started to open up again because of him.

However, at some point, the two eventually started to drift apart. Nothing bad had happened between them, the relationship had just... Run it's course. Poppy still tried to keep Moony happy, in hopes that maybe this was just a small hiccup and they'd get through this.

However, Moony recognized that they didn't feel the same way for each other now. So after having a long talk, and getting her to realize that what she was trying to accomplish wasn't healthy for either of them, they both broke up on good terms.

Moony was the one that Poppy doesn't regret dating. She just wished she could have been a better partner- as in recognizing right away that she had to let Mooney go rather than try to cling onto the relationship. But he doesn't resent her for it, and reassured her that he knew she didn't have malevolent intentions.

Although they don't keep in constant contact, occasionally they see each other. Like when they're shopping for groceries, or waiting at the bus stop. Poppy and Moony greet each other like good friends when this happens, and they will catch up with each other if they have enough time. Out of these three, Moony is actually pretty decent.

Ben Cottontail

A fellow rabbit toon. Ben was recently abandoned and new to the not-so-friendly neighborhood of Downtown Toontown. Poppy was on her way from work when she noticed this guy, scared as all hell and trying to get away from an aggressive toon (she didn't realize it at the time, though Ben had actually started the conflict by antagonizing the other toon. He's all bark and no bite).

Although she was scared herself, Poppy had stepped in and claimed that she knew Ben and she needed to take him home. Eventually, after getting a threat to keep her 'friend' in line, she managed to pull Ben away and walked with him, asking if he was ok and if he needed anything. Especially once she smelt the alcohol on him. Ben, a bit shaken and realizing he needed her, accepted her help.

Poppy didn't bring him to her home that time, but she did get directions to his house from him. She gave him tips on how things worked out here, and made sure he was completely fine before heading home herself.

The two saw each other again sometime later, and Poppy had approached him to ask how he was doing, and he seemed all too happy to chat with her. Since it was her day off, he actually offered to take her out to lunch, claiming it to be a thank you to her. She accepted, and that wound up becoming their first, unofficial, date.

Eventually, the two started seeing each other. There were some red flags Poppy noticed, like how controlling he could be at times or how he got bitter when drinking, though Ben seemed to be a decent enough person. To Poppy, it looked like he just needed some help working on his problems, just like she needed help.

However, he started to reveal his true colors when he wanted to take the next step in their relationship. He assumed Poppy hadn't been with anyone else before him, and when he implied this, she just casually corrected him. Moony didn't have a problem with the fact that she had been with someone before him, so surely Ben wouldn't care too, right?

When he realized this, he pretended he wasn't feeling well and called off the night they had planned. Poppy was a bit disappointed, but she believed him. After that though, she noticed that he had grown more and more distant. He seemed more hesitant to be affectionate with her, and looked conflicted and upset whenever he thought she wasn't looking.

Eventually, Ben cut things off with her, making it sound like it was her fault but refusing to give details when she wanted to know why. And for a long time, Poppy blamed herself. Though after confiding with one of her neighbors about her past relationship, she realized that he simply didn't want to admit that he lost interest in her after her finding out about her past lovers. Which, in a way, hurt a lot more.

But now, she's moved on and happier without a guy like him, realizing she really dodged a bullet. Just like with Henry, she has no idea where he is now, nor does she even care to know.

Since they didn't last long, the damage wasn't that bad. But because of him, Poppy still dreads the idea of telling her current lover that she has been with other people. She won't lie to them, and she knows that numbers don't define anyone's worth, but she's still scared they won't like her anymore.

These were sad, but I hope you guys did enjoy reading this. Any questions you guys have, I'll be more than happy to answer ^^

[ne0nwithazero]

How long after Mike and Host met did they develop feelings for eachother? Because I'd imagine it could have been pretty fast with Mike being attached to Host, literally. XD

That is accurate because they did catch feelings rather quickly xD It was all the pining and stalling that took the longest time hahaha

Mike caught feelings first, I think, but it was really hard for him since he was a paralyzed mic. And even though they were looking after each other because of their disabilities, Mike definitely felt a lot more like a burden to Host than the other way around.

Plus the feeling that Host was stuck with him like that just made him terrified of telling them how he felt, because he didn't want to ruin their friendship or make Host be with him out of pity or just make their whole friendship strained and weird because Host wouldn't be the type to abandon him with his condition, so the possibility of Host ending up resenting him instead was a very real fear 😭

Like he genuinely really loved them and loved making them smile and be happy and be with them while they both learned signing, because losing their voice was a really traumatic event for Host, and no one but Mike knew what they had gone through.

(There was also an initial Gaster influence on Host to keep the two of them together, at least before he hated Mike for sabotaging their plans. He calls him Parasite for a reason, but Mike wasn't going to allow him to take his name as well)

But yeah, Host also definitely caught feelings, but they're just so shy and there was a quiet feeling of "I'm the reason Mike is paralyzed, there's no way he doesn't secretly hate me", which was before they realized that Mike has a concerningly low sense of self-preservation.

But yeah, AT THE SAME TIME, Host quickly picked up that Mike was crushing on them, because he cannot hide any of his feelings, he's very bad at hiding. AND HOST PICKED UP ON HIS CRUSH, but NOT on the why he was so anxious to tell them.

And yeah, Host definitely wanted to be confessed to, and was just completely oblivious to Mike's struggle. He's so blunt with words and has a natural charisma, sO A CONFESSION SHOULDN'T BE DIFFICULT, WHAT'S TAKING HIM SO LONG??? At the same time, Host worried that they would be too boring for him :')

But yeah, silly Host unknowningly tormenting their future husband because they were too shy to tell him that they loved him too 😭 Mike didn't pick up on them knowing how he felt

Idk it was a really cute dynamic in the begining 💙 Mike always scared himself off of confessing, and just ended up practicing when Host was asleep since they still shared a bed

Until one day, Host caught him doing this :)

But yeah, Mike's cord attaching to the Host was after they were together. At least for mics, attaching to someone is a really intimate act and represents a strong bond ;w;

I realized I wrote a lot, I just have so much brainrot for these two....

[memorydragon]

So this went over well in the swb server when I held an impromptu 2 hour story hour at 2 am.  I figured I’d clean it up a little and spread the angst.

Warning: Suicide mentions.  Also, Major Character death who haunts people after he’s dead because Always a Ghost.

So Bruce was a lonely child, with a big manor and both his parents loving him, but also being very busy with being a doctor/running a company/so forth.  So Bruce takes a shine to one of the butlers who likes looking after him.  Alfred always has time to talk to him, and listens to Bruce's wild ideas and stories. And Bruce will talk to his parents about Alfred.

Martha and Thomas try to remember if there's someone on the staff named Alfred, because obviously he deserves a raise, but they find no one.  So they assume Alfred is an imaginary friend and go along with it because the boy is lonely and they need to take him out more often.

Then they get shot.  Or Wayned in the terms of the swb server.

And suddenly, all Bruce has is Alfred.  And Alfred is going to take care of Bruce.

So when talk of what to do with Bruce Wayne comes about, the notion is put into everyone's head that he has a legal guardian.  There may have even been some forged papers.  The rest of the staff slowly leave as they find new jobs That Alfred finds for them so it's only him and Bruce left, and no one questions that. Bruce takes a bus down to the city when he needs to go somewhere, and a lot of things are just... taken care of.  

Then Bruce leaves to go training, and Alfred can't leave the manor.  He drifts for a while, wondering if he should just fade away after all this time, but then Bruce comes back and things go back to normal.  Except for there's a Bat under the manor now, but Alfred can manage that.

Then Dick comes in.

Dick has no idea who this Alfred is that Bruce keeps talking about.  But he also doesn't want to say anything because this is also Batman, who is tracking down the guy who murdered his parents.  Also, billionaires are supposed to be eccentric.  Maybe it’s just a rich thing.

After being shocked for a while about it, he mostly just rolls with it.  And he starts to notice that things just get done  Like, tea gets made.  Bruce talks to walls, but he's on the other side of the room when the door opens.  Dick has never actually found the washing machine to do laundry, but his clothes are cleaned and folded.

Dick grew up in the circus, and performers tend to be a superstitious lot, so he automatically thinks DON'T BE MEAN TO THE GHOST and is then on his best behavior whenever he thinks the ghost is around.  He tries to appease it so it won't haunt him, but really, the ghost is pretty nice all things considered. 

Slowly, he starts to not quite see him like Bruce does, but he senses Alfred.  And sometimes he can hear him scolding him when Dick is hanging from the chandlers.  

Dick sets the rules for the children who follow him.  He may have been on the outs with Bruce at the time, but the moment Bruce brought Jason home, he had a serious talk about Being Nice to the Ghost outside of Bruce’s hearing.  And how you just Don’t Mention the ghost to Bruce in any terms but calling it Alfred.

It becomes a thing, that the Batfam all warns each other to just not mention anything to Bruce.  Like, they assume he knows that he talks to a ghost and just doesn’t give a flip what anyone else thinks.  That’s just always been Bruce’s way and the poor guy saw his parents shot in front of him when he was eight, so they’re not going to judge.  Or let anyone else judge him.   They're not gonna let anyone make fun of him for that, even if it's fam.

Plus the ghost bakes fantastic cookies and will let you have some for playing along.  This ghost, if you treat him right, takes care of you like he does Bruce.

Tim is the first one who sees Alfred like Bruce does.

(As a side note, I was asked about Jason being Dead, and my response was that Jason's not tied to the manor and is Al Gul'ed)

Tim has always had the ability to see ghosts.  He's seen them all the time.  So when he sees Bruce talking to a ghost, he's relieved that someone else can too.   But he starts to realize that Bruce doesn't know he's talking to a ghost.

Bruce has always seen Alfred.  He's never known Alfred was dead.

And Tim doesn't know what to do about it.  He's just a kid who wanted to be Robin and stalked his heroes.  Alfred finally takes him aside and asks if he really needs to do anything.  And so Tim just sort of rolls with it, even waves Dick off when Dick comes with the Treat the Ghost Right convo.

And the rest of the fam trickle in.  Cass can hear Alfred, but can't see him.  He’s always there to help her when she’s having trouble talking.  Jason feels ripped off that he was dead and still can't see Alfred now that he's alive again, but he accepts it and is mollified by Alfred's cookies.  Stephanie never quite knows if she's spooked or not that the manor is haunted.  Kate's always known her cousin had... peculiarities, but she rolled with it and occasionally came by for ghost hugs when she had a fight with her girlfriend

Barbara gets messages all the time from Alfred, and she also never realized Alfred was a ghost because he's just... always talking through messages.  She respects that, especially after she becomes Oracle and more or less does the same for all of her fam.

Then the League happens, and everyone is on edge of what to do with the situation.  But then Batman lets it known that the others aren't welcome in Gotham without permission because Gotham is an Eldritch God in terms of driving people insane, so they just let it go.

But then Diana and Clark run into Kryptonite and Diana drags Clark to Bruce's door because he's closest and they need help now and Bruce, of course, lets them in and gets to work on getting the kryptonite out of Clark's body.  Because staying out of Gotham doesn’t mean people can’t come to his door and ask for help and seeing Clark in Pain and Diana worried is a terrible thing that twists like a knife in his own gut.

And the fam is all scattered about, they don't even know anyone else is at the manor.  It was just a random night Bruce decided to stay in and chat with Alfred, trusting the fam to have Gotham handled for one night.  So nobody was there to warn Clark and Diana to Not Say Anything about the ghost.

Bruce keeps talking to Alfred, and Diana is stressed and Clark is in pain and one of them just says "Bruce, no one is there."

Bruce doesn't understand.  Because Alfred is right there next to him.  He's completely solid (though he's British so he doesn't touch Bruce often, only on special occasions), talks to him like normal.

Finally, he's just like, whatever, kryptonite needs to go now so shut up and help him.  But they get through that and once Clark is healed, Diana and Clark are concerned because Bruce is talking to a wall and only people who have been there long enough can actually sense Alfred.

Alfred messages Barbara, who messages Dick, who then rides like a bat out of hell to get to the manor because it's Alfred.  Even when Bruce was dead and he was saddled with Damian who didn't believe in ghosts, Alfred was always there.  

(Damian came around eventually.  He even named his cat Alfred.  Duke, who comes around even later, also likes ghost hugs when he's down.)  

And by that point, Clark, the investigative journalist has called Lois and they're trying to prove to Bruce that this "Alfred" isn't in any of the records, and what the fuck did the Gotham Police do that left a child in a manor all by themselves.

(Commissioner Gordon resents that, because he's one of the few Alfred Made An Effort into actually being seen due to having to convince him to let him take custody of Bruce.  He was exhausted for a month after and could barely look after Bruce the way he needed to.)

And Dick, kind of panicking at this point, just races in, not seeing Bruce in the room but seeing both Clark and Diana there and he's just like DON'T MENTION THE GHOST.

Alfred, at this point, face palms.  

Bruce, at this point, is Very Confused and Very Concerned.  So Alfred nudges Dick to take care of Diana and Clark as he takes Bruce aside to explain.

Alfred was a butler to the Waynes years ago, long before Thomas and Martha were there.  He was also utterly miserable with his life.  No matter what he did, everything just got worse.  Finally, he couldn't take it any more.  He hung himself in the kitchen of the manor, being found by the family like that the next day.  But instead of oblivion, he found himself still at the manor.  And he couldn't leave. 

So for years he just sort of... drifted.  No one could see him, and he was still utterly miserable, but he couldn't go anywhere.  But now he could fade in and out, reaching a sort of oblivion that dulled the ache.  Years passed, the manor changed and upgraded, and he barely noticed.

Then Bruce was born.  And Bruce, being Bruce, was a demanding baby who wanted to be born RIGHT THERE AND THEN, DAMN IT, not even letting Martha get to the hospital.  Good thing she married a doctor, because Bruce was born in the manor.

Alfred was more cognizant that night for whatever random happenstance/fate, and when he looked in to see what all the fuss was about, baby Bruce stopped crying.  At that point, Bruce couldn't actually see ghosts or sense them, because it's not in his blood or anything, but he grew calm when Alfred drew nearer and Alfred...  It was just a baby.  It was alive, and he wasn't.  He went back to his non-life of suffering.

Soon he realized though, that though Martha and Thomas tried to be good parents and loved Bruce unconditionally, they were often just not there.  They were busy af, and only had so much time for a baby.  So when Bruce started walking, Alfred had to become substantial to stop the baby from running into things and killing himself.  For some reason, he just sort of... started looking after Bruce.  

It wasn't long before he really became attached to the toddler, and he started using his ghostly powers to mold the baby's mind into being receptive to ghosts so that Bruce wouldn't be so lonely all the time.  Because nannies weren't the most attentive sometimes, and occasionally they had to be changed when the nannies spoke to the tabloids and so forth.  Alfred wasn’t sure when the hired help became so utterly useless in Gotham, but damn it, he was actually going to fulfill his duty to the Waynes and look after the child.

The child was so smart and quiet, but often shy.  Alfred had never intended to keep the fact that he was a ghost from Bruce, but at the same time, how do you explain to a five year old that you were hanging in the very kitchen Bruce always found him in?  In the words of Edna St. Vincent Millay, Childhood is a Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.  Children don't understand death like adults do, and Alfred didn't want to confuse him.  He'd always meant to tell Bruce one day.

But then Martha and Thomas Got Wayned.

Finding out that Alfred was already dead would just make things so much worse for Bruce.  Not to mention Alfred had no intention of letting Bruce be foisted off to unknown relatives while his money was spent before he was old enough to use it.  So Alfred "arranged" certain things, made a few appearances in dreams, slipped a few papers in the right places, and generally convinced everyone that he was going to take charge of raising Bruce, even though he'd been dead for a century.  

And it just... never got mentioned after that.  Dick coming into their lives surprisingly didn't change the status quo.  It just went on like that, until Diana and Clark happened.

And Bruce, he has no idea what to make of all of that.  He'd never even considered he was the only one who could really see Alfred aside from Tim.  It hits him really hard that he'd technically lost Alfred before he'd ever been born.  And of course, if Alfred was a ghost, why didn't his parents also come to see him?  

Bruce just needs time to process.  He goes to his parent's graves, trying to get a handle on his feelings and wondering where Alfred was buried.  Had he even been buried in a proper graveyard?  Considering suicide was thought to be a terrible thing and well, you know how that goes.

Diana and Clark kind of follow him/hang back, because after things have been explained to them they feel terrible about all of this.  They convince Bruce to go back to the manor, where Alfred is waiting, same as always.  Though now Bruce notices if he concentrates, he can start to see through Alfred, and things he had always taken for granted as Alfred's quirks were suddenly seen in a new light.

Alfred though, he tells Bruce he'll always be there, just like he has been all these years.  It isn't like he can actually leave, after all.  And Bruce comes to terms with this, especially after Alfred gives him a hug.

Things go back to normal after that, as normal as it can be when your butler is a ghost at any rate.  The superhero community accepted this fairly easily, because superheroes come up against weird shit every other Tuesday, so it’s fairly on par. You just learned fairly early on that ghost or no ghost, you did not mess with Wayne manor.  Diana and Clark even started to sense Alfred because they hung around enough, and they always were respectful to the ghost that raised Batman.

But as the years go by, Alfred's ghostly powers are getting weaker and weaker. He used so much of his powers looking after Bruce and fam, that it’s started to take its toll on his soul.   And Bruce has always had this nagging feeling, that Alfred deserved to go to wherever good people go to rest after dead, whatever religion you believe in.  Alfred deserved to rest.  He should be at peace, rather than suffering through what Gotham threw at them every day.

So he talks to the magic parts of the League, seeing if there's anyway to help spirits move on.  Alfred is really upset when he hears about this, but Bruce is Determined.  He wants to save what’s left of Alfred and give him the peace he’s long been owed.

He tells Alfred that he's okay.  He still loves Alfred very much and always will, but he can get by without him now.  Bruce became who he was today because of Alfred and he's never been prouder of that.  Alfred doesn't have to worry any more, because he was going to be okay.  Alfred could move on.  He could rest.

And Bruce is crying as he says this, but Alfred deserves to finally be happy.  So he lets Alfred go.  And Alfred, surrounded by the family he created, finally goes to rest.  It’s the hardest thing Bruce has ever done, but he knows that Alfred isn’t alone any more, and that one day, maybe sooner or maybe later, Bruce will see him again in the place where no shadows fall.

[neptunetheplanet7]

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Groggily wiping your closed eyes, you awoke from a deep sleep. It didn't take long to realize the sheets around you weren't yours. You weren't in your bedroom. You weren't even in your house.

You sat up on the pullout, more alert. Rubbing the sides of your head with your fingertips, you desperately tried to put the pieces of last night together. The clock next to the unmounted flat-screen told you it was two pm. What happened to you?

"Good morning, honey bunny! Or should I say good afternoon?" The cheery voice that broke your confused silence was easy to recognize as Sasha.

What you were doing in the living room of her apartment, you didn't know.  You turned around to see her cooking food for the two of you.

The early events of the night before were clear as day when you retraced your steps. Catching up with everyone, Hitch, Zeke's fiasco, and dancing around were all things you had no issue recalling. 

However, there was one last detail just out of your grasp. Dancing with your friends. . . then with Mikasa. . . but what happened after that? Was it- oh, fuck.

Realization set in and you scrambled off the couch. Clothes from the night clung to your body as you stumbled into Sasha's bright kitchen.

Sitting down on a stool with wide eyes earned you a concerned look. Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay, Y/n? You look a little sick."

You shook your head. "I'm such an idiot. Can you believe I kissed her? I bet she didn't even want to."

She chuckled and pushed a plate of food in front of you. "From what I remember, she's the one who initiated it."

"I can't remember anything that happened after that. Fill me in?" You started eating your breakfast as you awaited their answer.

"Well, to put it simply, you fainted."

"What?!"

"Yeah, right after you pulled away. You were just out after that. It's really weird how that happened, actually," She put a finger to her chin as she reminisced.

The food on your fork toppled off as you stilled in shock. "Sasha! You better be joking! That's so embarrassing, oh my god."

In an instant, she was leaning over the table to steady your frantic gesticulating arms.

"Hey, hey, honey bunny. Don't freak out. We were all pretty worried about you. Nobody laughed if that's any comfort to you. To help out Marco, I took you back here after I dropped off Connie. He didn't need to worry about you when he had the three drunk idiots to drive home." She took your free hand in hers.

"I should probably text them so they know I'm okay." You left your food unattended as you walked back to the couch to look for your discarded phone. Sasha took it as a sign that you were done and helped herself to the meal.

"I got a picture of you two if you wanna see it," she said nonchalantly through a mouthful of food.

You stopped your searching. "What? Mikasa and I? When?"

"Well, I got a few, actually. I have one of you dancing with her and one of you kissing her. And some others from when Connie and I were joking around."

"Sasha, why?" you groaned. "I already get enough cameras in my face."

She shrugged and continued eating your breakfast. You moved the couch pillows around in hopes of finding your phone.

A reoccurring buzz vibrated the carpet under the pulled-out mattress. You reached under to grab whatever the noise came from.

Luckily, it was your phone. Unluckily, it was blowing up with texts from Jean and Eren. The familiar ringtone sounded as a call from Jean came through. You rushed to pick it up.

"Hello? Jean? Woah, slow down, what's going on?" You could barely make sense of his frantic words on the other side of the line. 

"Y/n, thank god you picked up. Armin's hurt. We're heading to the hospital right now. We think he has a concussion or something."

"What? Oh my god, what happened? How is he?"

"We'll explain later. Come when you can. It's the same hospital we went to when Eren broke his arm."

"Got it, Jean. I'll be there. Keep him safe."

"Of course."

He hung up. You started towards the front door. "We have to go, Sasha."

"Why? What happened? You sound pretty worried. At least change before you got out. I have a spare set of clothes for you," she offered, already on the way to their bedroom.

"No time. I'll change on the way to the hospital." You unlocked the door. 

"The what?" Their confusion and worry were clear from their tone. Despite that, she nodded and frantically reached for her car keys, extra outfit already in hand.

Once she got a hold of them, you both jumped in the car and set off to the hospital.

"What the hell happened to you?" You were seated on the left side of the hospital bed with the rest of your bandmates scattered throughout the bland room.

"To tell you the truth, I fell down a flight of stairs," Armin said sheepishly.

"With a light push from Eren," Mikasa added.

"I didn't mean to push him! I bumped into him!"

"Yeah, nice one, Eren. You're a certified douchebag." Jean rolled his eyes.

"Coming from you, Jean, that's rich." Eren glared back at him.

"Man, why couldn't Eren fall down the stairs." Armin clawed at the bandage on his head in annoyance. "This thing is itchy."

"It's because you are stupid, and I am not," Eren fired back. You snorted.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Remind me who graduated early from college and who dropped out again?"

He scowled. "You dropped out too, idiot."

"Right, but I did it for the band. You did it because it was too hard," you snickered.

"Damn, Y/n. Go a little easy on me, will you? I spent my whole morning at the police station." He pinched the bridge of his nose like he had a headache.

Confused, you looked at Mikasa, hoping for an explanation. She avoided your eyes and stared at the ground instead. It was the third time she wouldn't directly look at you since you got there.

Armin noticed the interaction and frowned. "He went to get Zeke out of jail," they explained.

Eren sighed. "That was the plan. Until I changed my mind. The bail was a lot of money and, frankly, with all the shit he did, it wasn't worth it. It's a shame he'll miss my birthday again but what good would he cause anyways."

"Oh, I see." 

As distraught as he was the night prior, Eren was able to toughen up with Zeke instead of letting him back into his life so easily. It was admirable he could do such a thing after his previous reactions to Zeke's shenanigans. 

"What did he even do? I guess he pawned that guy's wedding ring but isn't he banned from Nebraska?" Jean pondered.

"Well, he didn't lie about some things. He is several million dollars in debt and he was on the run from the police. Explains why he looked like he was gonna shit his pants when the cops showed up last night," Eren said.

"Okay, but what did he do specifically?" Jean asked again.

"Oh, right. He robbed banks like it was a game. The motherfucker was literally bank hopping around Nebraska. Plus, he stole a bunch of shit from people and pawned it all. There were so many complaints filed against him that he was banned from a ton of pawnshops. He wasn't banned from the state. Just enough places that he felt like he was."

Jean's jaw dropped. "How many banks did he rob?"

Eren shrugged. "Around thirty."

"Thirty? What the hell is that guy on?" he mumbled.

You were surprised as well but glad it wasn't worse. Still, you couldn't believe that he'd been staying with you for less than a week and he already stirred up a whirlwind of problems.

Silence had fallen over the room for a moment before Armin broke it. "Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute? Alone," he said.

"Sure." You were curious about what he had to say to you. He'd been all fidgety during the whole half hour you were there.

Eren and Jean turned from their position on either side of the door and walked out. Mikasa stood from her seat to follow. She shot you one last glance but looked away before your eyes could meet.

Once the three were gone, you scooted your chair closer to the bed.

"What's up?"

Armin's brows furrowed as he brought his nail between his teeth. "Do you know what's going on with Mikasa? She's been acting weird all day. She's always been the closed-off type but she hasn't said more than a few words to us all day."

You frowned. If Mikasa was not only avoiding you but the others too, you could only assume what was on her mind. 

"You don't remember last night? Is amnesia a result of the fall?"

He blinked, confusion still evident. "No, I don't think so. Eren and Jean are just as clueless as I am."

Then you remembered how drunk the three of them were the night before. They must've lost track of things after having enough drinks. So Mikasa hadn't bothered to fill them in.

You tugged at Sasha's shirt collar nervously. "Mikasa kissed me." Armin's mouth fell open. Words came out fast as you tried to explain, "Or I kissed her. It's a little fuzzy, I fainted afterward. Sasha said Mikasa initiated it, though." 

"You- she what? You actually- wait, you fainted? Y/n, are you okay?" The panic in his voice rose as the confusion dissolved.

You placed a hand on his upper arm to stop him from sitting all the way up. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm not the one in the hospital bed, after all."

He smiled at that. "I guess that's true. But anyway, how was it?"

You felt your face heat up. You weren't expecting them to be so forward. Clearing your throat, you replied, "The kiss was. . . yeah, I'd say it was good."

They grinned. "I'm glad you finally acted on those feelings. Christ's sake, Y/n. You've liked her for how many years now?"

You smiled shyly. "Jeez, I don't know. Quite a few. But don't get your hopes up or anything. She clearly thinks it was a mistake."

Armin's smile disappeared. "You've gotta stop thinking like that. More likely than not, she needs some time to process. You know she gets reserved when she has to think."

So reserved to leave for two years?  Yeah, you knew. You were beginning to believe her behavior would lead to worse.

The blonde seemed to sense something deeper was nagging at you. "Wait, have you ever actually talked about what happened? I figured you spoke to Eren but now that I think about it, whenever anyone brought her up you shut it down."

That was enough to get you thinking. When Mikasa was gone, your friends knew better than to ask about her. Armin was right, you always shut it down. 

You never spoke about how her disappearance made you feel. You never even wanted to think about it. There were times when you couldn't push the feelings away anymore. Times when you couldn't do anything but cry.

Whenever that happened, you made a beeline for Eren. He was the only one you knew wouldn't pry. You never had to say anything. He would just understand. He never told anyone. He never complained. He never asked. He let you cry until you couldn't anymore. He was someone you were very grateful for.

Mikasa's leave was something that affected you more than you let on. Even if it was easy to tell that it was hard for you to deal with, no one knew the extent to which it was.

Remembering that time brought back every feeling you never dwelled on. You couldn't go through it all again. You knew why it was hard to think positively about that kiss.

"I don't want her to leave," you whispered, voice coming out more shaky than you intended. "I can't do it, not again."

Armin looked surprised. "Do you think she'd leave again? Why?"

Lifting your head, your gaze shifted from the floor to his wide blue eyes. "The last time something impacted her emotions so quickly she left us."

He nodded as realization dawned on him. "But the difference between now and then is that this is a positive thing. Come on, Y/n, I'm not blind. Before she and Jean were together, you were dancing around each other for years. Even Jean was shocked when she asked him out and not you."

You thought about that for a moment. Right he was again. There were always moments between you and her before Jean. You always thought you two had an unspoken connection until she asked him out. It seemed others thought so as well.

You smiled hopefully. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe this is a good thing. I mean, I've had these feelings for years so maybe it's good I finally acted on them."

They smiled back. "Hope so. Just give her some time and she'll come around. It's Mikasa, of all people she would never ignore-"

The door banged open just as Armin was finishing his sentence.

Eren stood in the doorway with his phone held up and Mikasa and Jean not far behind.

"Hannes called. Couldn't wait any longer to ask. Are you two down for a performance at the beginning of next month?" He exhaled heavily, out of breath for some reason. "Mikasa and Jean here are already on board."

"You're coming back to the band, Mikasa?" Armin asked.

"Yeah. I miss it," Mikasa said quietly.

"Of course I'm down. It's been so long since we've performed," you chimed.

"So it's settled then. First performance in three months plus Mikasa's big comeback on April 2nd," Jean confirmed.

posted: 9/15/21

neptunetheplanet7© 2021

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

[moonstruckholland]

Sober (t.h)

Word count: 1,918

Warnings: drinking, fluff, tiny bits of angst

A/N: The second oneshot for Cosmic Souls! I really hope y'all like this 💕 let me know what you think if you do and if you want, you can find the first oneshot in my masterlist 🥰 also, as always, shout out to the amazing @fangirlwithasweettooth for reading this over

It was obvious by the way you were dressed you hadn't originally planned on having Tom over.

Usually, you didn't care much for getting dressed up when you hung out with Tom at your place, opting for a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Not that he ever minded, he loved that you felt comfortable enough to be yourself around him.

Tonight though you had on a pretty floral dress that complimented your skin and more makeup than you usually cared to put on, pops of color and shimmer on your lids that added to the natural sparkle in your eyes.

Tom thought you looked beautiful.

Though, to be fair, there hadn't been a moment since he met you three years ago, in the music history class the both of you were forced to take, where he hadn't thought you looked absolutely stunning.

"So, what exactly happened tonight, love?" He looked up to where you were sitting next to him on the couch, hoping he didn't seem too eager to hear your answer, "You were pretty vague with the details over the phone."

"Fuck, Tommy, it was horrible," you took a sip of your cup, that was mostly filled with vodka, scrunching your nose as the liquid went down your throat, "I had a date tonight with that dude I was telling you about the other day, from my child and family development class."

Tom felt a pang in his chest as he remembered exactly who you were talking about, recalling how you fawned over him while the two of you were having lunch together, mentioning something about wanting to jump his bones.

He felt just as jealous then as he did now, wondering if you'd ever noticed the fact that he would literally do anything for you.

"Not only was he almost an hour late, didn't even bother to warn me, by the way," you rolled your eyes, bringing your cup to your lips again, "He wouldn't stop talking about his ex the whole time, but I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start from when he finally picked me up."

You continued on, taking large gulps of your drink as the details of the story got worse and worse.

Tom followed in your footsteps, drinking more from his cup than he had originally planned when you first handed it to him, each sip helping him refrain from blurting out what he actually wanted to say to you.

It was safe to say by the time you were done talking, the two of you were definitely tipsy.

It was safe to say by the time you were done talking, Tom was definitely buzzed. You on the other hand were on a completely different level, taking shots in between drinks, going harder than Tom had ever seen.

You had just finished your third cup, already working on your fourth one, while Tom had barely taken sips of his third one, figuring it'd be best if at least one of you slowed down.

"How do you manage to find the worst guys to go on dates with?"

You sighed, "I don't know, I just want one actually nice guy to want me, that's it."

'I want you,' is what Tom's thoughts were begging him to say. Instead he gave you a sympathetic smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "You'll have that some day, darling."

You leaned back on the couch, sadness overcoming your features, "I wish there were more guys like you, Tommy."

He barely had time to register your words, his head fuzzy from the alcohol, before you distracted him with an awkward cough, mumbling something about it being too warm.

"Maybe you should take that as a sign to take a break."

Just like that the sadness washed away, replaced with a wicked smile, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm only getting started."

Tom rolled his eyes, getting up from the couch with a groan and walking over to the fridge to get a couple of water bottles and the bag of chips on the kitchen counter, knowing you'd have the worst hangover if he didn't get some food and something non-alcoholic in your system.

He brought them over to you, handing you the bottle and putting the chips on your lap, "Eat something please, darling."

"Don't wanna eat," you shook your head stubbornly, "I wanna dance."

Before Tom could protest, you downed the rest of your cup before jumping up and grabbing his hand, pulling him up with you. "C'mon, dance with me, Tommy, please."

"But there's no music."

Tom expected you to do the easy thing and connect your phone to your Bluetooth speakers and play one of the dozens of playlists you had on Spotify, instead you caught him off guard by belting out the lyrics to What Makes You Beautiful.

He couldn't help the laughter that bursted from him as you started swaying and twirling while you sang.

It was totally ridiculous, but Tom found himself singing along with you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close so you could sway together.

After a while you stopped singing and put your head on his chest, making his heart hurt. He wished this was more than what it was, more than him comforting you after a bad date.

Tom tried not to dwell on his negative thoughts, deciding to just close his eyes, lay his head on top of yours, and enjoy having you close to him like this.

He got lost in you, the feeling of your hands in his and the way your body was pressed against him, so close he could smell the scent of your favorite perfume.

He'd been close to you so many times over the years, but something about this was inherently different, more intimate than you'd ever been before.

There was nothing he wanted more than to stay in this moment, in your embrace, for the rest of the night and honestly he would've if you hadn't somehow tripped over his feet, resulting in the two of you falling back onto the couch.

You landed on top of Tom, drunken giggles escaping your lips, "Are you okay?"

"I'm cutting you off for the night," he huffed, making you laugh even more as you attempted to apologize.

You rolled off of him after a moment, your chest rising rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. It took everything in him not to pull you back, his body aching for your warmth as soon as it was gone

"I think...it's time for bed."

"Good idea," Tom stood up, holding out his hand to help you do the same.

"Will you pretty please carry me? I have jelly legs."

Tom couldn't help rolling his eyes at you, "Jelly legs from what? You're the one that fell on me."

"Please?" You pouted, "Because you love me?"

'I really do.'

If he had wanted to, he would've put up a fight, but deep down he knew he would do anything you asked of him. You had him completely wrapped around your finger.

"Fine," he said, pretending to be annoyed, as if he hadn't already decided he would carry you the second you asked him to.

He hooked one arm underneath your legs, the other under your back, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to your bedroom.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Tommy," you said softly as he laid you down, pulling your blanket over you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll always be here to take care of you."

'I'd do anything for you.'

He was about to leave your room and pass out on the couch, when you grabbed his arm, "Stay with me? Please?"

He nodded, wordlessly crawling under the covers beside you.

You turned over so you were facing him, your hands in between you, just barely touching Tom's, an unreadable expression on your features.

"What are you thinking about?"

You shook your head, "It's so dumb."

He gently nudged your leg with his, "Tell me, darling."

"I-fuck, okay," you looked down, suddenly very interested in the pattern on your blanket. "I swear there wasn't a moment tonight where I hadn't wished I was with you."

"After what you told me, I wish I was there too."

"No, Tommy, you don't get it," you chewed your lip nervously, looking everywhere but at him, "I don't just feel this way about this date, it's every date."

Your words weren't really clicking in Tom's head and he was starting to think the alcohol was having more of an effect on him than he originally thought.

"I want you to be the one to pick me up and take me to dinner. I want to hold your hand when we go to the movies," you voice got lower the more you talked and you shyly peeked up through your lashes to gauge Tom's reaction, "I want to kiss you and murmur how much I love you against your lips."

Tom's heart was beating hard against his chest, the sound so loud in his ears he could barely hear you.

He couldn't believe it. Were you really saying the words he's been wanting to hear since the day he met you?

If his head wasn't buzzing with a million different thoughts, he probably would've kissed you or at least said a few coherent sentences but all he could manage to blurt out was, "You love me?"

Something in you seemed to switch, your words stuttering and your eyes widening with shock as you realized exactly what you just said to Tom.

"Shit. I-I'm so drunk," you turned over, your back now facing him, "I, um, I'm tired. I need to go to sleep."

"Y/n-"

"No, Tom, it's okay. Please just Forget I said anything."

He laid there in complete silence, his eyes glued to your back as he contemplated what he should do, if he should say anything or do as you said and put tonight behind him.

'Don't be an idiot, tell her.'

"Y/n?"

You didn't say anything for a moment too long, making Tom's stomach clench. What if you were asleep and he missed his chance completely?

"Yeah, Tommy?" You said so quietly Tom could barely hear you.

"I love you too."

He felt like he was going to be sick as he waited for you to say something or just do anything to let him know you hadn't suddenly changed your mind.

Tom was starting to wonder if you heard him or maybe you just didn't care when you reached behind your back and grabbed his arm, pulling it towards you. You laced your fingers through his as you brought his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

He let out a breath of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding before hesitantly scooting closer to you, closing up the little space between you.

Once again Tom found himself in a position he'd been a million times, wrapped up in you, but the air had changed and it was almost like it was the first time.

In the back of his mind he knew there was a chance you were only saying this because of the alcohol in your system, but he pushed the thought away, and nuzzled his face into your hair before closing his eyes, hoping you'd still mean what you said when the sun came up.

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[bobsie]

Yours

Prompt: you and Asahi love each other but will someone confess

Category: fluff too much fluff

My sweet giant 🐻

Hey y/n I am waiting for you

Y/n are you still sleeping

Y/n we will be late where are you?

My sweet shortie🐨

Im coming im coming

(Asahi changed your name to my sweet shortie to tease you because first he told you he didn't like it when you teased his saying he was a sweet giant and when he saw that you have him saved as my sweet giant he decided to tease you back and saving you as my sweet shortie

And second well you're way shorter than him)

You sprinted from your room after seeing that Asahi has been waiting for 15 minutes out in the cold

The alarm failed to wake you up today and so you woke up almost an hour later leaving you no time at all to get ready

So you just put on your uniform on and left with the comb in your hands hoping you would be able to comb your bed head before someone sees you

"I am so sorry Asahi I overslept and no one was here to wake me up I am so sorry"

"Well I can see that you overslept" Asahi chuckled pointing at your messy bed hair

"Well excuse me for not wanting to make you wait any longer" you rolled your eyes as you ran your fingers through your hair causing Asahi to chuckle again

"Here let me do it for you" Asahi walked behind you he ran his fingers through your hair first but then you gave him the comb even though you really loved the feeling of his fingers going through your hair

Asahi quickly combed your hair he moved away after he parted your hair to the right, you were about to put your hair into a ponytail but Asahi held your hand to stop you, it took you by surprise and looked at him "just leave it like that today I like it" you could see a hint of redness on Asahi's face as he said that and he quickly turned around and started walking leaving you so flustered and blushing behind him

You were used to Asahi's compliments but since your friends and Asahi's friends and whole volleyball team made you realize that you actually have feelings for him every single move or compliment Asahi made got you so flustered and made you a blushing mess

"Y/n are you ok?" Asahi said as he noticed you weren't walking beside him you and you noticed when he asked that he had stopped and looked at you so you stopped too

"I am ok why do you ask?" You played with the end of your shirt hoping that Asahi doesn't notice how nervous you were but who were you kidding you have known Asahi since you were born of course he'd notice that you were nervous

"Well you're not walking beside me, did.. did I do something wrong?" Asahi scratched the back of his head a sign that he was nervous too because well you know him like the back of your hand

"No no you didn't I am just still a little sleepy" you skipped to be next to him and looked at him smiling and he smiled back

"Ok then let's go we'll be late" Asahi wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you walked together

It was a regular thing he does yet it made your heart beat like crazy

It was a nice walk before you got to the train station

Once you both took a seat  you rested your head on his shoulder because you were still sleepy and Asahi's shoulder was always comfortable and he never minded you doing so

What you didn't know that Asahi too has realized his feelings for you but on his own and whatever small thing you did like when you smiled or when you put your head on his shoulder just like now his stomach and heart would be doing backflips

Asahi has known his feelings for you for quite a while actually and every single day he would get so close to confessing only to chicken out and get scared that it will ruin your friendship of many many years

But he was so determined to confess

Because he assumed you liked him too

I mean your actions say so to him and you keep being close to him despite of his anxiety and overthinking (his words because we all love Asahi no matter what)

And today was the day that he will finally do it or so he thinks because that's what he tells himself everyday

Asahi was looking at you and noticed that you were drifting a little to sleep which he didn't want to happen because the train only took 10 minutes for you to arrive near your school so he took his earpods out and placed on in your ear and the other in his

"Oh oh play some anime openings maybe Sosagyo it will make me energetic" Asahi giggled knowing how much you loved this song and especially when he played it when you two were alone and how you would dance and sing loudly with it

"Ok but how about we listen to a song first then I'll play you whatever you want" you nodded waiting for Asahi to play the song and relaxing more into his shoulder wrapping your arms around his arm

"Ok play whatever you want Asa"

And so he played a song

But not just any song it was Better Half Of Me aka part one of Asahi's confessing plan

Not only this song was romantic but also it literally describes what he feels about you and how after all this time you were right in front of him and no matter where he went he'll only be safe and feel like he's home with you

And you felt the same

You couldn't help but smile as you heard the song, you knew it and you loved it because it reminded you of Asahi who was looking at you from the corner of his eye with a smile on his face

You'll always be my number one

A whole lot more than good enough

I'm giving everything I've got to gain every second lost

Six years just ain't enough

With you, I'm happy being me

Don't pretend, 'cause I don't need to

I'm a thousand miles from home, never on my own

When you whisper down the phone

Well, I guess we never saw this coming

Halfway around the world calling

But I just want you to know

That I'd have all I need

If you were standing right in front of me

I'll finally see what it means to be complete

Don't need to spend our lives chasing gold

Anywhere with you, I'll call my home

Oh, I'd have all I need

If you'd be the better half of me

Will you be the better half of me?

"I love this song Asahi" there was a long pause so you get your head off of his shoulder and looked up to him arms still wrapped about his

Asahi was looking at you he seemed kind if nervous with faint blush on his face, you were about to ask him what's wrong but he surprised you before you could even talk

"Y/n I love you" his words took you by surprise your eyes widened as your face took a really deep shape of red never in a million years you thought that Asahi could love you back or even confess!

"And not the kind of love friends have for each other I love you as in I want to spend my life with you, I want to be able to call you mine, I want to hold your hand everywhere and kiss you when I want to" now his words were very surprising to you, you didn't think Asahi could be this bold and the more he spoke the more your face got red as well as his

"I..I love you too Asahi" a small smile started to take over yours and Asahi's face when you answered and he pulled you into a hug

The train arrived to your station so you two walked hand in hand together to school even though you knew Suga would keep teasing you about it when he saw you two but you didn't mind because all the two of you could think of that you can finally call the other yours

[undercoverclover]

No Matter Where

Part 2

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Chan x Original Character

Warning: N/A

Part 1

Summary: Liliana’s vacation with her 2 best friends ends up being a trip to remember. 

Looking up to actually see his face for the first time. The man was maybe my age? Maybe a year or two younger and he was smiling at me. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes I'd ever seen. His hair was fluffy and dark brown, almost black and tall maybe, 176 cm?

Okay, so it's tall for my 157 cm sized self.

And to end my heart, his smile. Oh my gosh! His smile! The amount of heartbeats my heart skipped, I couldn't begin to even fathom.

"I-... I'm really sorry," I stuttered. "I should have been paying attention more." I peered to my hands.

"Thank you. Though, it's my fault, too. Maybe next time it won't be that way?" He said and I glanced up to notice the smile on his face. Moving my eyes further up his face, I saw his eyes shining too.

I couldn't help but to smile back, "Yeah, maybe… I'm Liliana by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Liliana. I'm Y-"

"Yuchan-ah! Over here!" One of the guys, the blonde, had yelled. He looked up and waved to the man and then looked back at me.

"Yeah, I'm that." He chuckled and I could feel my cheeks turning bright red.

Lord, please don't let him notice.

"There you are Liliana!" Anya sighed, exasperated.

"Yeah, sorry Anya." I turned to her and then realized I had Yuchan's phone still. I turned to give it back to him before I forgot. He was motioning to the blond, I think to tell him to hold on a second? I hand him his phone and smile.

"Sorry, but I have to run."

"Me too. It was really nice to meet you Liliana." He said smiling and taking off towards his group of friends.

"Nothing! You know how much of a klutz I am! I bumped into Yuchan walking out of the damn door!"

"What was that all about?" Anya asks, moving her eyebrows up and down at me. I laughed.

"Mhmm sure! 'bumped into' him" she said as she made air quotes. I rolled my eyes as we went to meet Ria.

"Good God! I was beginning to think we'd lost her." Ria said as we approached where she was sitting.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say dear." I say, rolling my eyes at her.

"I think we almost did." Anya smiled slyly.

"Oh?" Ria sat up, waiting to hear what she'd missed.

"It's literally nothing! I bumped into someone and knocked both of our phones out of our hands and bent down and knocked our heads together! Queen of not walking straight! Right here! Do I need a sign??!" I squeak and then realized I'd said that all in one go.

Man, now I'm out of breath.

The girls just look at me and smile.

"So! Where are we headed to now?" I attempted to change the subject.

"It's been what, 3 years Liliana?" Ria insisted.

"Something like that." I say.

"I don't know, where should we go? Back to the hotel? Get ready to go out tonight?" Ria suggested.

"Sure. Sounds like a plan to me." I agree, glad that the subject isn't on me now.

****

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower now guys." I say as I gather my clothes.

"Okay, make it quick or we will leave you behind!" Ria snickers.

"Yeah, okay. Good luck reading half the signs when Anya gets plastered." I say sarcastically knowing she wouldn't since we didn't know this city well.

I grab my phone to turn on my music while I'm in the shower.

"HEY! I will not!" She yells in defense and throws a pillow towards me as I dart in the bathroom and shut the door. I couldn't help but laugh.

I was really glad I was in the bathroom right now, I was laughing too hard.

"Wait a sec. Who's phone is this?" I ask myself. And realization dawns on me.

"Guys! Guuuuyyyysss!" I ramble as I march out of the bathroom in my towel.

"Y'all this is NOT my phone!" I screech at them.

They stare at me like I'm insane. Which I don't deny..

"What are you talking about?" Ria asks me confused as Anya's eyes light up when it clicks. "Oh crap!" She says laughing.

"Why are you laughing!?"

"Liliana you gave him the wrong phone!" She says laughing so hard she falls back on the bed. Ria begins laughing hysterically.

"You guys are asses." I stare at them, as they laugh at my total shock.

*"Geez, I'm so dumb sometimes." I say. Then I proceed to smack myself in the forehead two or three times with my palm.

"So, can we go through it?" Ria asks, rubbing her hands together like an evil villain and acts like she's going to grab Yuchan's phone.

"Ria!" I say and smack her hands away.

"I will bite you if you put your hands anywhere near this phone." I say scolding her like I'm her mom. She pouts at me….

"But, I just want to see."

"NO." I say, putting my foot down. "That goes for you too." I say looking over at Anya.

"Now, I'm going to go take a shower and try to figure out how to give this back."

I turn on my heels and head back into the bathroom.

"Why don't you just message YOUR phone?" Ria says. I twist around, stick my tongue out and continue on my merry way.

I set Yuchan's phone down on the shelf and stare at it.

Maybe, I should go through it to find someone to call. I pick it up.

Maybe not, because what if I accidentally delete something.

I bet he has cute pictures.

No wait…. I bet he has a girlfriend!

My heart drops and I squeeze the phone slightly.

Why do I always do this to myself?

I put the phone down and get in the shower as I contemplate on what to do.

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"Did you ever decide on how you were going to give your man his phone back?" Ria asks. Anya cackles at her.

"He's not my man. I ran into him at the same time you guys were there." We sat at the table at a little restaurant we had arrived at, eating our tteokbokki and kimbap we chose.

I picked up Yuchan's phone and stared at it.

How does he not realize his phone is missing? Or that I accidentally gave him the wrong one? What am I supposed to do?

"Helloooo, earth to Liliana!" Anya snaps her fingers in front of my face.

"Huh? Oh sorry." I set his phone back down and try to push it to the back of my mind for now.

"Just message him." Anya says, still noticing the thoughts radiating from my brainwaves. I look at her like she's nuts, but she has a point.

"I could. Or wait until he notices and messages me." I replied, shrugging.

"That too I suppose." She answers.

"I'll do it!" Ria says and tries to take the phone. I smack her hand away and smile.

"Ria, no!" I laugh at her.

We finished our food and I grabbed the phone and headed to the restroom. I put it on the counter and stare into the mirror.

I need to message him.

I take the phone in my hand and notice there's no lock.

I really need to get my phone back.

I pull up the kakao app and type in my ID.

Me: Hello, this is Liliana. I bumped into you this morning. I accidentally handed you my phone! I'm so sorry, again. But, I was wondering when we can switch phones back.

[moonelluffer]

"I Choose You!" Leon X Reader One-Shot

Galar Region

          You are laying in bed at your hotel room in Motosoke at the Budew Inn. You had just beaten the Gym Leader Kabu and his fire type pokemon with your trusty sidekick Scornbunny, who had been given to you by your friend Hop's brother Leon. Scornbunny and you had this connection the first time you two had layed eyes on each other. It was almost like you two were meant to be. This is why picking the small fire rabbit was so easy for you.

Year 2020

          As you started to get up from the bed, you looked out the window to see that it was raining outside. Looking over at Scornbunny laying on the floor in a corner you began to chuckle to yourself. Luckily, the carpet is soft and not to rough for the creatures' fur, giving him some cushioning to lay on while he slept.

          Getting up from the bed, you want to go take a shower, brush you teeth and get ready for the day. After showering and finishing up your hygiene in the bathroom you grabbed your [F/C] simple dress and put it on, along with her [F/C] high top socks and equally as [F/C] combat boots. Looking in the mirror you didn't know what you wanted to do with your [H/L] [H/C] hair that day, so you decided to brush the knots out and let it hang down for the day.

          After waking Scorbunny up you were all set and ready to go out the door. As you left the apartment you ran right into Hop, Leon's younger brother who was equally as excited as you were about continuing on to the next gym.

          "Hey [Y/N]! You all set and ready for the next Gym Leader? I heard Allistar is pretty tough and doesn't take it easy on anyone!" Hop said in a very excited tone. He seemed to be really pumped about taking on the Ghost Type Gym Leader.

          "Yeah, I would say I'm pretty excited as well. Winning this will turn into my next stepping stone for beating your brother in the finals." you had stated more calmly but still as excited as Hop.

          "I wouldn't get too sure of yourselves about that!" ??? Said

          You snapped your head around to see the one and only Champion Leon standing behind you in his usual outfit and crown design hat. As he steps closer to you and Hop his 6 foot tall frame towers over you're [Y/H] height. You begin to feel flustered by the sight of him and lose your words. Leon notices you expression and looks at you while giving you a smirk.

          "What's wrong? Meowth got your tongue." he says sarcastically while tilting his head slightly.

          "I-I ... I-uhhh.." you muster out in a weak tone. You begin to get frustrated not knowing why all of a sudden you can't come up with a decent response to his witty remark. As you are standing there lost in your own thoughts Leon can see the annoyance on your face.

          "Hey hun, I'm just messing with you. It's ok." he states in a tone that sounds apologetic while walking up to you and placing his hand on your shoulder.

          "Riiiiggghhht..... Yea... I knew that!" You respond back in an unsure what to say tone. "Well anyway as I was sayi-"

          "How about we all grab some breakfast or coffee before you guys decide to continue on with your journey, shall we?" Leon states cheerfully cutting you off in the process. "I know a really good place where you can get some really good coffee. It's called the "Battle Café", it's most definitely worth a try." Leon continues on.

          "I would, but I'd much rather train up my team for the next gym badge, so I can beat [Y/N] next time I see her again." Hop says confidently to you and his brother Leon. Hop then proceeds to run off without saying another word. You are then left standing there in the hallway of the hotel with the one and only Champion Leon.

          "I guess ... that just makes the two of us! If, you are still up for having the best coffee in town." Leon says confidently. While staring back at you waiting for your response.

          "Yea. Sure we can get some coffee together. What's the name of the place again?" You respond questionably.

          "It's the "Battle Cafè". Come on! Follow me and I'll show you where it is, and this time I won't get lost." Leon answers while gesturing his hand for you to follow as you both make your way to the hotel elevators so you guys can head back to the main floor. As you both were heading out and too the cafè, you couldn't help but fixate your [E/C] eyes on Leon. It was almost like something about him put you in this trance-like state. You watched as he turned to look back at you. His golden amber eyes locking onto your shimmering gentle [E/C] eyes. It was like there was something about you just couldn't re-

          "HELLO! Galar Region to [Y/N]!" Leon said loudly.

          Your thoughts were immediately cut off and your face became red. Feeling stunned and taken a back at the sudden interruption of thoughts you're [S/C] was starting to become visibly even redder. You stood there dumbfounded and the only thing you could muster was:

          "S-s-sorry  ... I must have been dozing off into space." You stammered out the best you could while putting your arm on your other arm and tilting your head down so that your [H/L] [H/C] covered your extremely red face.

         "I was gonna shake you if I couldn't get you to stop staring at me like that. Hahaha!" He stated happily. As if your face couldn't get even more red, it did. You began to shrink down even more and shake alittle from all the emotion you were feeling. Leon noticed you were not ok and rested his hand on your shoulder gently.

          "Hey, are you ok? You've been out of it lately. If you do want we can go back to your hote-

          "No! I'm fine! Everything is fine. I guess my mind has been else where lately, but I would still love to be around you." you shout loudly while cutting Leon off abruptly.

          "Very well my lady. Let us go inside and grab something." Leon replies back with a causal but charming tone. He gracefully grabs your small hand and brings you inside the Cafè. He asks the waiter at the front for a table for two and as you both make your way over to your assigned seat, you could not help but blush more at how well put together and gentleman like he was.

          As you both sat down from across each other the waitress walked over to take both you and orders of drinks.

          "Hello, what can I get for the two of you today." The chipper waitress asked.

          "Two orders of your finest coffee please." Leon stated. The waitress then walked off to get your cups of coffee and both you and Leon were left there to too look at one another until a conversation sparked.

          "So are trying to bring me on this date to smooth talk me into how I plan to kick your butt when I battle you." You remarked jokingly at Leon.

          "Haha! Very funny, but no actually. I wanted to just talk casual with you. Get to know you more as a person, not just as a trainer." Leon replied back.

           "Really? You wanna know stuff about me? What would you even wanna know about me, because my life isnt all that exciting as yours." You replied.

           "I beg to differ, if I may. I'm positive you are more interesting than you found yourself to be, and my life is more stressful than exciting and sometimes, I just wish to get away from it all." Leon responded

           Listening to his response did raise your attention quite alot. "But, if it stresses you out. Why do you do what you do then? I'm sorry if this question seems silly, but I am confused." You questioned.

           "There is no such thing as a silly question, so you are fine. To further elaborate, what I mean is I set out on my journey to be the greatest pokemon trainer of the Galar Region, not to sign my life away and become some brand to the world. I wanted to do it to inspire others. To show them that if somone like me, a person who came from nothing, was able to it! Anyone can do it too!" Leon explained proudly.

           You couldn't help but fall even deeper for him after him saying this. It was comforting to hear him talk like a person instead of this facade he walks around portraying to the whole entire region of Galar. "So -."

          "Well, I might as well stop talking about this. I don't need to be throwing all my Champion life problems onto you. I got myself into this mess after all." Leon stated with great sadness to his voice while cutting you off.

          You looked at him and could see the pained expression on his face. He was definitely bothered by it all and despite him trying to hide it. It was showing more and more as you kept talking.

          You felt compelled to reach your hand over and grab his hand gently but firmly.  He raised his head a bit and his amber eyes looked back into your [E/C] eyes. As your eyes were locked onto each other, you knew in that moment you really loved this man and wanted to be with him.

          "Hey, I just want to say. It's ok, and if you need someone to listen to what really goes on in your head, I am here. You don't need to pretend anymore." You stated softly to him. You could see tears start well up in his eyes for sec and then they dissapeared.

          "T-thank you." Leon stammered softly.

          The coffee than arrived and you both drank it together and made some causal talk with one another. Leon learned that you also liked to walk around the Wild Area quite alot and you learned that he often enjoys making pasta and curry for people. As your conversation continued on you knew you were knee deep in love with him and there was no escaping that.

          After you guys finished your 3rd round of coffee. You realized how late it was getting. It was literally a quarter past 7. You guys have been talking for quite some time. After Leon payed for the check you both than proceeded to walk out and make your two separate ways, but before you were able to go Leon grabbed your arm as you were turning to leave. You stopped and looked back at him and saw he had that same expression he had on earlier when you saw him cry alittle.

          "Are you okay Leon?" You asked calmly. He looked at you for a bit and slowly moved towards you. You guys were about a few inches apart and this made you realize how much he towered over you. You knew he was tall, but never realised how tall. This caused you to blush slightly having him this close to you and looming above your small stature.

          You stare up at him, lost in eyes unaware of your actions anymore you find yourself going up on your toes and planting a kiss on face. Since you are so short you end up missing so your top lip came into contact with his bottom lip. Leon stiffens slightly and you feel as though you made a mistake doing this until Leon pulls back alittle and returns the favor with a proper kiss, not missing this time.

          Your eyes widen slightly surprised at his reaction, but you start to relax. You carefully but slowly  wrap your arms around his neck and let your body arch back slightly to allow you to brush up against his chest until there is no gap between you two. You melt into the kiss and allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth for alittle bit. After a few minutes you both proceed to let go of each other so you both could breath.

          Leon looks down at you and smiles his charming smile at you, the same smile that caused you to fall head over heels for him in the first place. "Good luck trying to beat in the final match now." He teasingly remarks while his arms are still wrapped around your waist holding you close to him.

          "Oh hush! You're not THAT charming!" Yoy playfully respond. Leon raises an eyebrow at you as if indicating he doesn't believe what you said, but you just playfully push him and laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow. I gotta head home." You say while turning to leave.

          "We should do this again sometime. You are a comforting person and I haven't felt that feeling in such a long time." Leone states while turning away and making his way back home. You watch ad he leaves and you couldn't help but blush and smile to yourself.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 75)

"Pitts✈LA✈Philly"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

📷 manip cred @southsidequeenie

Colson wakes up groggy on the back of The Bus. Reaching for Luna with his eyes still closed, he's irritated when he remembers she's not there. Pulling his phone out, he looks to see if she called or anything. Nothing.

"She's always off somewhere...." He sighs, thinking to himself. Appreciating that Luna's independent but also feeling a bit lost himself when she's gone. Finding her was like growing an extra limb. When she's not near, his body has a phantom ache for her. "Lemme hit her up." He decides.

Shooting her a quick Snap, he sees his laptop sticking out of one of his bags. He pulls it out and digs through his red LV travel bag. Finding the things he wants, he settles back onto the bed.

Popping the flashdrive in that Luna gifted him for his birthday, he opens the file.

Sliding his hand down his pants, he starts stroking his cock in anticipation. Colson jerks off to himself fucking Luna for the first time. Watching himself with her. How they move and talk with each other. Her dominance and submissiveness, driving Colson to the brink. Throwing himself back, he explodes when his mind wanders to her warm mouth sucking his dick the morning she had given it to him to watch.

"God Damn, Loons..." He thinks of his future wife as he chuckles to himself.

Still sexually pleased by her. Even 3K miles apart.

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Landing at LAX there's an unseasonable chill to the air. Luna pulls on a soft gray sweater. Knocking her bandana off. Shoving it into her bag, She pulls out a pair of sunglass.

Hopping an uber to Frannie's, she notices a Snap from Colson. He looks miserable.

"What an Asshole..." She laughs to herself. Snapping him back with sass and love.

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"OH MY GLOB! OH MY GLOB! OH MY GLOB!! OH MY GLOB!!!! Paris burts out, squeezing Luna.

Luna having told her and Frannie about her engagement. P let's her go, wanting to pop a bottle, asking Frannie if she has champagne. Luna and Frannie laugh as they hug and Frannie gives P directions. Still holding tightly onto Luna. Her bestfriend's a bit cynical and rightfully so, considering her own current divorce.

"I'm so happy for you!" Frannie gushes to Luna.

Knowing her Soul Sister all too well, Luna pulls out of the hug. She winces a bit, forgetting to take any pain meds for her gunshot wound.

"What was..." Frannie goes to ask.

Luna interjects. "Buuuutttt....??" She asks with eyebrows raised.

"But don't make the same mistake I did. I don't care how much you love him. Get a prenup. At least for your family's history." Frannie sighs, advising from knowledge.

Luna pulls her back into their hug. Squeezing Frannie tight. She had half expected this.

"I hear you, Frans." She says softly in her ear.

Both girls squeeze each other. Over a decade of love, life, pain and understanding passing through them. The pop of the champagne bottle startles them as they break apart, laughing.

"LOONS IS IN LOOOOOVE AND GETTING MARRIED!!!!" P shouts, handing glasses off.

The three bestfriends cheers and laugh together. Luna asking to keep it kinda low key until she tells her grandmother and Colson his daughter. Her two friends nodding.

The girls have lunch. Talking and sharing champagne. Admiring the sweetness of her ring. Luna telling them the plan to get married in TownHall before the first weekend in August. Inviting them to both the intimate affair and the weekend rager. Frannie and Paris laugh at Luna's usual unconventional way of doing things. Excited about the festivities. They share a joint before Luna has to go. She has a performance with Ashley tonight.

The three bestfriends hug when Luna's uber arrives. Congratulating her again. Giving her Love and Kisses with their See Ya Soons.

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"Spill it." Paris says to Frannie once they've waved Luna GoodBye. "It's just quick. We seen 'em together, what? Once? And we were tripping balls. Everything's glorious when you're tripping balls." Paris throws her arm around Frannie's shoulder as they walk inside. "Then let's hang out with em. AND." She snaps the fingers of her free hand. "We gotta start planning her birthday party soon. Soooo... We're gonna need to talk to him anyway." P makes very valid points with her grin. Heading inside Paris can't help but ooze for her friend. She loves Luna and she love Love. Pulling up an old picture of them, P Congraulats one of her bestfriends on the sly. Or so she thinks.

"The peanut butter to my jelly. The Rock to my Roll. I love you and am over the moon!!!

💖🎉🎡🤘💫✨😍"

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The Boys are in Philadelphia staying in Rittenhouse Sq. Right in the heart of the city. Colson, Slim and Baze have friends who live off of Lombard. Ashleigh hangs back, glad to be rid of their madness.

Walking over Colson gets a Snap from Luna.

Laughing, he plucks a flower off a bush. Popping it behind his ear. Grinning as he Snaps her back.

"What up, Dawg!!"

They're greeted by their friend Tyree. Finding LaMar in the kitchen rolling up. Its Dark and Hell is Hot blares through the Philly condo. Cracking beers, slamming shots, they burn and catch up.

Soon heading to Cheerleaders, a stripclub/sports bar close by.

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"You got something you wanna tell me?" Ashley blurts out to Luna.

"Well, Hello to you too, Pal." Luna responds laughing.

"Why's Paris BooLoven' you on Insta?" Ashley questions her.

"Seriously? What's it say?" Luna sighs.

"Nothing really but that she loves you and is Over the Moon" Ashley air quotes.

"Okay... Listen, I didn't call you because it literally happened last night and I wanted to tell you in person today..." Luna begins to explain.

"Okayy..." Her bestfriend peers at her.

Holding her phone in her hands so that Ashley can't see her fingers, Luna continues.

"Colson asked me to marry him last night." Luna tells her.

Stunned, Ashley says "Noooo..." With wide eyes. "What did you say?" She asks.

Luna shrugs before breaking into a grin. "I said Yeah."

Ashley squeals, grabbing for Luna's hand. Looking at the contraption on her left hand.

"What is this shit?" She asks bluntly.

Laughing, Luna explains how he forgot the ring but made her one out of his guitar string. And to shut the fuck up because she loves it.

"No... That's really... REEALLY You&Kells." She laughs, grinning.

Ashley pulls Luna in for a tight hug. Congratulating her bestfriend, telling her how happy she is for the couple. They link arms as they head to the stage to rehearse for tonight. Talking wedding plans along the way.

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Cheerleaders is loud. Colson paying more attention to the Indians game than the girls.

Slim noticing the difference. Still his normal goofy, loud self, Colson interacts with the girls, talking and signing autographs but declines them on his lap.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Mar notices it also.

"He's getting maaaarried...." Baze teases Colson.

"YOOO!??" Ree flips around entering the conversation. "Tell me it's to that sweet piece of ass you did Bad Things wit!"

"Who???" Mar jumps back in.

Colson laughs, pulling a picture of Luna up on his phone. It's a simple sideshot of her.

"Damn, she got more tattoos than you do, Son!!" Mar exclaims.

"She looks like a fucking badass, Homie. How your lanky ass score that??" Ree busts Colson's balls.

"She knows what it is." Colson smirks.

Slim, Baze, Benny and Rook burst out laughing at him.

"Yo. LunaTic will fuck you up, Kells!" Rook calls him out.

Slim turns to their friends, explaining how Luna does NOT take anyone's shit. Including Kells. Joking that in the last two months that she's been around, he's seen her open more cans of whoop ass than Stone Cold Steve Austin could've ever ordered.

The Guys laugh hysterically at Slim's reference. Benny, Rook, Baze and Colson knowing it's true.

"Yo! So, you got a RIDA!? When we gonna meet Mrs. Homie?" Mar asks.

"She's in Cali right now performing but she'll be back before tomorrow night. Come to the show. We'll kick it after." Colson tells them.

Both men nod in agreeance. Wondering about this LunaTic who seems to have tamed such a Wild Boy.

They carry on drinking, laughing and teasing Colson.

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"HOW YOU FEELING, WAZZMATAZZ?" Ashley asks, stalking around the stage.

She's the Headliner of the concert. Opening with Now or Never, Colors and Eastside. She nails a stripped down version of Closer before bringing Luna out.

"I SAID HOW YOU FEELING!??" She screams to their roars. "I did a song with my bestfriend. It's currently sitting at #1. And I'd like to think that it's because it's the truth." She continues, adjusting her earphone as she walks the stage. "All art is based on some sense of truth, and if our art is number one, it's because WE'RE NOT THE ONLY TWO PISSED OFF!!" She screams to the energetic crowd. "So I've got her with me tonight. The ONE, THE ONLY, THAT BROOKLYN FUCKING BIIITCH!!" Ashley screams introducing Luna to the venue's  explosion.

Luna comes out in a plain white tank and black skinnies.

"Did I hear people are pissed off?" Luna asks excitedly as she comes onto the stage. "FUCK right we are!!!!" She bellows to the audience's screaming agreement. "Let's show 'em how angry!!" She shouts looking at Ashley as the opening chords play.

Both girls begin to bounce with the melody, swinging their arms and legs wildly. Ashley blasts into the opening chorus as her band nails the chords. Fire exploding in the background.

🎶I🎶

🎶Keep a record🎶

🎶Of their wreckage🎶

🎶And their lies🎶

🎶We're starting to recognize🎶

🎶The weapon in our minds🎶

🎶They talk shit🎶

🎶But we won't take it 🎶

🎶This time🎶

🎶As I realize🎶

The band drops out as Luna comes in strong. Unyielding.

🎶I'm out for blood🎶

🎶And it won't be sweet🎶

Ashley's band picks back up as Luna sings. Bouncing and jumping around the stage, using her hands to express her points. Dipping low to touch fan's hands.

🎶Tired of having the rugs🎶

🎶Pulled from beneath our feet🎶

🎶Done trusting lies🎶

🎶Done trusting Men🎶

🎶Picking each other up🎶

🎶And putting ourselves🎶

🎶Back together again🎶

The masses chant with her. Growing louder as Luna calls out Society's standard of women. Luna dead panning certain lyrics.

The Girls cross paths, tossing their mics to each other as they hit separate corners of the stage.

🎶Come on Little Ladies🎶

🎶Give us a smile🎶

🎶No we ain't got nothing🎶

🎶To smile about🎶

Ashley and Luna rip through the lyrics as the lights pop and smoke billows. Belting together how they don't owe You a God Damn Thing.

Ashley kicks back in hard with the chorus. The stage explodes again with fire. The crowd venting along with the two bestfriends.

🎶I🎶

🎶Keep a record🎶

Ashley continues as her and Luna bounce and jump across the stage. Grinning and tossing each other satisfied looks as the crowd rages with them.

It's a volcanic experience as Ashley and Luna dance and sing across the stage with each other. Filled with passion and genuine resentment.

🎶I'm no sweet dream🎶

🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Ashley taunts before Luna slides in.

🎶No I won't smile🎶

🎶But I'll slow you my teeth🎶

🎶And I might let you speak🎶

🎶If you just let us breathe🎶

Luna squats, bouncing up and down. Singing her lyrics. The Band dropping so Luna and the audience can scream together.

🎶We're tired and angry🎶

🎶Digging up The Hill🎶

🎶So scared🎶

🎶Is what you should be🎶

Luna and Ashley come face to face taunting the other to smile. Telling each other there's nothing to smile about. Fire igniting and lights blaring as they let loose about how they don't owe anyone a God Damn Thing.

Ashley singing about keeping a record of all wreckages and lies. Firing exploding as the two artists bop around the stage, screaming about injustice.

Playing and pushing off the other. They really are a force to be reckoned with. On and off stage.

The keytar comes on solely as Luna and Ashley hit MidStage together. The loud room singing with them claiming Luna's heart's desire.

🎶Women like me🎶

🎶Can be real nightmares🎶

🎶Completely aware🎶

🎶But I'd rather be🎶

🎶A real nightmare🎶

🎶Than die unaware🎶

🎶Yeah🎶

🎶Women like me🎶

🎶Can be real nightmares🎶

🎶Completely aware🎶

🎶But I'm glad to be🎶

🎶A real nightmare🎶

The Girls both kick their limbs out while changing the last lines. Luna dipping down in front of her.

🎶So, save us🎶

🎶Your fucking Prayyyyerss!!!🎶

Before slaying the chorus together. Bouncing, grinning, bopping and jumping as the floor ruptures on fire around them with crowd.

Watching them, the two bestfriends are magnetic. Knowing each other's range, limit and place. They perform together as if they were back in Luna's bedroom. Jumping off of props instead of beds. In hindsight it's a beautiful thing to see how far they've both come. Never losing their core.

Grinning at each other, they storm into the chorus with the crowd. Thriving off each other on stage. Tossing mics as they pass, dropping them to signify certain lyrics.

Finishing the chorus together, Ashley goes first as The Girls hit separate corners of the stage.

🎶I'm not sweet dream🎶

🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Luna singing after her. Ending the song.

🎶No, we're no sweet dream🎶

🎶But we're a hell of a night🎶

Coming back together, the bestfriends laugh and thank the crowd before Luna heads off.

Luna FaceTiming Sean as Ashley closes out the show with a hitting performance of Without Me.

"Heeeyyy!" She grins into the screen.

Chuckling, he asks what she wants. Luna explains how she's at WazzMaTazz. Ultimately, asking if she can borrow his jet tonight to get back to Philly for Colson's show tomorrow.

"What's in it for me?" The business man asks.

Luna laughs at Sean, replying that he'll have the pleasure of not feeling her foot up his ass.

"Alright, alright... You little Brooklyn Bitch..." He agrees with a laugh. "When you need it?" He asks.

"Uhhh.. Gimme like 2-3hrs?" Luna asks.

Diddy agrees, telling her he'll text her the details. Thanking him graciously, Sean warns her to stay out of trouble. Shaking his head as she smirks that she'll try, they say GoodBye.

Hanging up Luna sees she has a Snap from Colson.

She opens it, thinking of how much she loves him.

Once Ashley's OffStage, they hang out with the other performers. Luna especially enjoying her conversations with Fletcher and Ellie Goulding. Luna being fans of theirs and vice versa.

Before long, Luna's saying her GoodByes. She's off to the hanger. Flying from CA to PA. Across the country for the second time in less than 24hrs.

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The Adderall finally wearing off, Luna's feeling the weight of the day. She pops two 30s and sips on an Old Fashioned.

Sleeping for most of the 6hr flight. She arrives on the East Coast as the sun begins to rise. Luna has to look at her phone to figure out what day it is. Surprised that it's Tuesday.

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Finally at the hotel, Luna takes a quick shower. Managing not to wake Colson until she wants to.

Crawling into bed with him, Colson's on his back. Luna kisses his cheek. Then his jaw. Down his neck to his collarbone.

He starts to stir as she lightly drags the tip of her tongue down his body. He doesn't have any clothes on. Luna kisses the top of his mound, his short pubes tickling her face.

Kissing his inner thigh, Colson reaches for her. Running his hands through her blonde hair. He calls out her name with a groan as she swirls her tongue around his hard cock's head.

Taking him in her mouth, Luna sucks Colson's dick, sliding and her gently twisting her wet hand along his base. Letting her free hand roam his body.

It being early in the morning and her suction firm and steady, Luna only needs to deep throat Colson a few times before he oozes into her mouth.

Both satisfied with her work, Luna swallows his load before washing her hands and climbing back into bed with him.

Laying on his chest, Colson strokes Luna's hair as he asks about CA. She gives him the details of her day. Him talking about how she'll meet Tyree and Lamar tonight.

They come up with the idea of flying Casie out to NY on Friday. He's thinking lunch with her, Patti and Emma. Telling them all together. Luna thinks it's a smart idea. They drift off together, cuddling.

Don knocks on their hotel room door around 11A. He doesn't bang anymore.

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To be continued.....

[tommyscurls]

Michael & Maria + Sweet Home New Mexico

Two ten year olds were running in the desert during a storm, a first kiss that left them figuratively and literally struck by lightning. A kiss that lead them to a wedding at 18, with a groom half drunk and a wife attending her reception by herself with puke down her dress while he slept it off.

They were so in love but too stupid to know what to do with it.

(•••)

7 years later

Micheal stepped out on his porch to see what his dog was barking about, what he saw was the last person he thought he would ever see, causing him to drop the truck part he was working on.

"Shit" he mumbled under his breath. She was still as beautiful as the day she left him.

"Stop staring and get your stubborn ass down here and give me a divorce" Maria said already annoyed by his presence.

"You show up here after seven years without so much as a "Hey there Micheal, remember me your wife" or a "Hi Honey! Looking good"

Maria stands there taking in his handsome face covered in grime and grease "You expect me to tell you you look good? What, they run out of soap at Walmart since I left?" Wiping the smirk off Michael's face.

He turns to walk back into the house. "What are you doing?" She yells. "Leaving. You should recognize the gesture" Michael says as the screen door shuts.

Maria let's out a huff and stomps up the porch steps "Michael! You dumb, stubborn redneck hick! The only reason you wont sign these papers is because I want you to." Micheal swings back around "Wrong! The only reason I ain't signing them is because you turned into some hoity-toity LA bitch, and I like nothing better to do right now than to piss you off!" He says as he slams the door.

Maria rolls her eyes and starts off to get the spare key.

(•••)

Maria is sitting on the couch pissed as Michael sits on the barstool drinking a beer, all of a sudden he starts laughing as he goes for the door.

Maria then notices the blue and red lights reflecting off the house. "You called the Sheriff! You know Valenti hates me" she hurries to find a place to hide but a voice stops her in her tracks.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in" Maria turns with a smile and runs into the arms of Max Evan's as he spins her around in a hug that she has desperately missed these past seven years. "Oh Alanis we missed you around here" Max says as he release her. "Max, I can believe you're the Sheriff now" She has missed her brother in law so much.

"Yup. Get to frisk pretty things like you all day, and get paid for it" He says with a laugh "Just don't tell Liz I said that" He winks.

Michael decides it's time to break this reunion up "Alright Maxwell, let's be a little more professional, we have a crime suspect here". Max turns to Maria putting on a stern face "Now Maria you can't be breaking into peoples houses" He tries to lead her out but she starts walking to her purse "I didn't break in, I used my key" she says holding it up. "Well, it's still not your house"

Micheal wears a triumphant smile "Use the cuffs Max, please". Again before Max can lead her away she goes back to her purse "If you get him to sign these, I'll let you run me out of town." She says with a devilish smirk that if he wasn't so ass backwards in love with Liz, he would be a goner for.

"That's none of your business" Michael says as he tries to take the papers but Max beats him to it. "Divorce papers? I though you said you took care of this Michael." Max plays along for Michael's benefit knowing full well he hasn't taken care of it. "I thought I had" Michael stammers. "Well, since you are still married this is her house too and nothing I can do, I'll let y'all catch up" Max proceeds to walk out the door as Michael starts at him "I suppose shoplifting steaks from Walmart is okay" Maria runs behind Micheal "OH! I took them back and you know it!" she points at him.

Max continues to the door and Michael tries again "You remember that vandalism in the stockyard? Totally her." Maria scoffs at him "Like I could tip a cow, by myself." Max finally makes it to the door laughing under his breath as Michael makes a final attempt.

"Max. Isn't there an outstanding warrant for the person who dumped your jeep in the fish pond" Max stops in his tracks and Maria let's out a huge betrayed gasp.

Ha. Got her.

(•••)

After a day of cleaning out their joint account and making Michael crazy by sprucing up the place and acting like a wife, she finally got him to sit down to sign the papers, but there were a couple questions on her mind that she needed the answers to.

"What are you doing with all that cash? And since when did you quit Sanders? You're not doing anything illegal, are you, Michael?"

"Maybe I am. So what? I don't ask you about your boyfriend, you keep your nose out of my life, deal?" He looked up at her and she could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Who told you?"

"Honey, just 'cause I talk slow doesn't mean I'm stupid." He looks back down at the papers saying softly "Nobody finds their soul mate when they're ten years old."

Maria feels like she got punched in the gut. "Yeah I guess not" she looks down at her feet. She walks over to the mantel looking at the pictures of her truck that Michael restored for her when they were 16. "I saw it in the garage when I first got here, I can't believe you kept it"

Michael looks up at her and he has never seen a more beautiful person in his life. Right then he decides he needs more time, he can't lose her again.

He looks down at his phone "Oh, hey Maria, you know what? I just remembered I have a date tonight" He stands up "You don't mind if I have my lawyer look at this right?"

"What!?" She let's out. How is it that this man can get her so riled up in 2 seconds flat.

"I'm just a simple country boy, there's words in there I can't even pronounce" He walks back to the bedroom when he hollers out "Thanks for stopping by"

Maria is beside herself and all she can do is release a breathe of frustration and stomp out of the house.

(•••)

After crashing Michael's date (which was NOT out of jealousy) with a really nice guy named Alex and making a complete ass of herself in front of all her friends she wakes up with a hangover and divorced papers signed on every line, every I doted.

This is what she wants, this is what she came home for. Then why does she feel so hollow?

Maria climbs up to the top of the Crashdown Cafe to finish her apology tour. Liz is already there hands resting on a rounded belly. Maria's heart aches at the sight, for joy for her friends and sorrow for what she lost at 18.

Liz looks up at her approaching and just like that Maria's let's it all out, neverending flow of tears as Liz pulls her down into her arms "I'm so sorry I left." Liz sushes her with "I know" with so much more understanding than she deserves.

With the tears and apologies out of the way Liz let's something slip in hopes that it will help heal her broken friends.

"He went out to California"

Maria is stunned.

"A year after you left. Michael doesn't know I know, Max let it slip one night. He told him he hadn't seen anything like it, saw how happy you were singing on stage, he knew right then he would need more than an apology to win you back."

Maria was still speechless. More tears were building in her eyes as Liz continued.

"He needed to concour the world first, hes been trying ever since."

"That's why he kept sending back the papers" she said with realization. Liz nodded.

"He went back to UNM and graduated at the top of his class. He's started restoring old trucks and selling them all over the country"

So that explains all the money she thought to herself. Michael was finally becoming the man she always knew he could be.

(•••)

"Thought I'd find you out here"

Michael turned his head to the voice as she joined him on the bed of his truck.

"Still love watching the storms roll in, some things never change" she said as she bumped him with her shoulder.

The two of them just watched the sky in the middle of the desert as the storm rolled in.

"Can't get a view like this out in California can ya Deluca?" He asked still looking out at the horizon unaware of her looking at him not the sky as she replied "No, you can't"

A moment goes by before she speaks again "Ever wonder what would have happened, if" Michael cut her off "We hadn't have gotten pregnant?" Maria nods her head. Michael takes a swig of his beer as he gets his thought together.

"I thought that baby would be an adventure. And it took me a while to realize, it would have been your only adventure. I wanted so much more for your life than to be stapped down with a kid and a husband going nowhere at the age of 18. So I didn't fight you when you left." Maria could see the tears in his eyes.

"I just needed a different life, after we lost the baby, I was just in so much pain" Maria said wanting him to know that she didn't leave because of anything he did.

"You done real well for yourself. I'm proud of you, Maria". He stopped her from saying more. Michael finally turned to look at her and rested his hand on her cheek wiping away a tear.

"I'm just sorry I never danced with you at our wedding, I'm sure this next one's gonna go better for ya."

Maria couldn't take it anymore and brought her lips to his and poured all her emotions into the kiss, hurt, sorrow, love. Michael started kissing back just as much as she was but he was about to do the hardest thing he ever had to do, he pulled back.

"Maria, you have a fiancee, you need to go" Maria pulled back feeling rejection and shame and without a word hopped off the truck and ran to her car.

(•••)

What do you do when you fiancee shows up and promises to give you the life you always dreamed of?

You plan a wedding.

Walking down the aisle and this should be the happiest day of your life but you know this is not right. As if on queue you see your lawyer running down the aisle and you tell him Michael signed the papers and yes that is true but you didn't.

Knowing you can't marry this man you tell him you gave your heart away a long time ago and never got it back.

You tell your friends and family to stick around your going to go find yourself a groom.

(•••)

It's raining when she gets to his garage Liz told her he owns. He's under the truck in the open bay when he hears Maria say

"Hey Cowboy, you owe me a dance"

He gets up and meets her out in the rain, the water making his curls she loves so much disappear.

"Nice dress, where's your husband?"

"I'm looking at him, apparently you and I are still married"

Michael can't say anything hes blown away with how gorgeous she looks in that dress soaking wet. What she says next makes him want to kill Max.

"Why didn't you tell me you came to see me in California?"

"I had to make something of myself."

"You about done?" She throws at him.

"What is it about you girls? You can't make the right decisions til you tried all the wrong ones?"

"At least I fight for what I want." Not backing down.

"Oh, what do you want, Maria? I don't even think you know."

"You're the first boy I ever kissed, Michael and I want you to be the last."

"Maybe you and I had our chance." He says as he starts to walk away from her.

"Fine! Have it your way, you stubborn ass!" She says running after him. Michael finally stops and turns around.

"Why do you want to be married to me for, anyhow?" Maria walks over to him and puts her hands on both his cheeks.

"So I can kiss you any time I want."

Michael can't hold it in anymore and pulls her into an earth shattering kiss that makes them feel like their world snapped back into place. Michael releases her and whispers

"I love you so much"

"Baby, you have no idea how much I love you too" Michael pulls her back into him.

Eventually they make it to the reception and finally have their first dance.

Michael has never been so happy, until one night three months later when they're cuddled up by the fireplace and Maria whispers the words "I'm pregnant"

[terrayoung]

A Delicate Balance

A @dctvsecretsanta fic for @drnathanielheywood, who asked for: team legends stealing Christmas presents through time and Nate/Mick. It’s in Nate’s 2nd person p.o.v.

Fic is under the cut - I hope you enjoy!

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeee?" Ray asks, holding out a bowl full of paper slips. "Wally and Mick already agreed - though Mick might've just done it to get me to leave him alone - and I'm sure the others will, too!" He widens his eyes. "I'd really appreciate it! Secret Santa is just the kind of bonding activity we need right now!"

You sigh. Damn those puppy-dog eyes. "Okay, fine. But you owe me an Indiana Jones marathon. And I mean all the movies - even Crystal Skull."

"That's fair."

Ray thrusts the bowl even closer to you. You close your eyes, pray that you get someone easy to shop for, and rummage around in the bowl for your lucky slip. Fingers on your free hand crossed, you unfold the paper. In scrawled black writing is two words and an emoji, "Mick Rory :)". Ray's looking at you expectantly, so you force a smile on your face.

"Didn't get myself, buddy, so I guess that's good," you say. 

"Yep!" Ray beams. "Oh, and before I forget - Mick suggested being able to steal the gifts. Long as you don't take it/them from the less fortunate, it's fair game." He pulls you into a brief, one-armed hug. "Thanks, Nate!"

You watch as Ray leaves your room, then finally let the smile slip off your face. "What the fuck do I do now? Um, Gideon?"

"Yes, Dr. Heywood?" Gideon asks.

"Any ideas on what I could get Mick for the Secret Santa?"

"I'm afraid Dr. Palmer requested that I not give anyone advice about their giftees." She almost sounds regretful. "He said it would be considered cheating."

"Gee, thanks a lot," you mutter.

"You're welcome!"

"Damn AI."

"I heard that," Gideon warns. 

You throw up your hands in frustration and flop onto your bed. After a few seconds, you roll over so you can scream into a pillow. You roll over again a few seconds after that since the lack of oxygen is getting to your head. 

What on Earth could you possibly get - or steal - for Mick? You put too little effort into this and he'll burn you to a crisp, but putting too much effort in would be like a neon sign telling him about your crush. Anything fire-related is too obvious and you know nothing about what he'd need for crime. It's probably too soon to give Mick a new rat and he could just fabricate himself some beer. What does he even like to do?

...Wait. You vaguely remember Mick being super gung-ho about vampires - he was even reading a special edition copy of Dracula. Maybe that's something you can work with. 

 XxXx

  You knock on Sara's door the next day. It takes a few seconds for her to open it, by which point you're already rocking back and forth on your heels. 

"Can I help you?" Sara asks, rubbing at her eyes. 

You nod. "Mind if I borrow the jump ship for a few hours? I think I know what to get my Secret Santa."

"Promise to never wake me up at..." She grabs your wrist, drags it towards her, and checks the time on your watch. "At 6AM ever again?"

"What if there's a life-threatening emergency?"

"If it's before 9AM, I don't care."

"Then, yes, I promise," you say, giving Sara a mock solute.

Sara releases your wrist and waves you away. "Fine. Go. Have fun shopping or stealing or what-the-fuck-ever. I'm going back to sleep."

"Sleep -" You're cut off by Sara sliding the door shut on you- "well." You run a hand through your hair. "Next stop, late nineteenth century." A few steps towards the jump ship remind you that you're still wearing your slippers. "After a trip to the fabrication room."

 XxXx

 You're barely out of the fabrication room - and still trying to fix your tie - when you run into Mick. Literally. Your forehead slams right into his chin. You stumble back, clutching your head, while he just stands there like a brick wall. A very well-muscled brick wall...

You shake your head - causing it to ache some more - to get your brain back on track. Mick raises an eyebrow. 

"You okay there, Pretty?" Mick asks. His gravelly voice rattles through your bones. "Sounded like you hit me pretty hard."

You rub your forehead one last time, then let your arm drop. "Think I'm gonna have one hell of a headache, but I'll live. How are you not in any pain?"

"I am." Mick shrugs. "But I've lived through worse." He stops, stares at your chest, and then rolls his eyes. You have two seconds to blink before Mick's closer than you'd ever hoped he'd get. 

"Umm, Mick?" You'll swear on every bible in the country that your voice didn't just crack. "What's goin' on?"

"Fixing your stupid tie," Mick mutters. 

There's a spark each time his hands brush against your chest. Mick's face is so close to yours and it takes every bit of your willpower to not lean in for a kiss. You don't even realize that you were holding your breath until Mick steps back and it all rushes out of you. 

Mick smirks, proud of his handiwork. "There ya go." He looks you up and down. "Where're you going? Didn't think we had a mission today."

"We - we don't," you reply. "I'm going to go get my Secret Santa's gift." You run a hand through your hair. "No idea how Ray managed to convince all of us to do that, by the way."

Mick just grunts and shrugs. 

"Anyway, um, I'm going to go do that -" you gesture vaguely in the direction of the jump ship -"and I'll see you later?"

"...Sure." Mick steps around you and heads down the hallway. He calls over his shoulder, "Long as you don't get yourself killed."

You're not sure if Mick thinks you're likely to, or if this is his own way of showing concern. It's been a couple of years since you met him and you're no closer to having him figured out. Luckily, you've always been a fan of mysteries. Not as much as histories, but -

You shake your head. Now is really not the time for your train of thought to run off the tracks. You give yourself a few seconds to remember Mick's closeness, then return to heading off to the jump ship. You've got a gift to track down. 

 XxXx

 "Why couldn't this have been a normal trip to Ye Olde Bookshoppe?" You mutter. "Oh, wait, normal flew out the window once I stepped onboard a freaking timeship!" 

"Be quiet!" Van Helsing - Abigail Van Helsing - hisses. "Unless you want the vampire to get us!" 

You hold up your hands, then mime zipping your mouth shut. Van Helsing just frowns before turning to look out of the alleyway. 

You'd started out going to buy an original copy of Dracula for Mick, planning on getting it signed by Bram Stoker himself. But then a fucking vampire had literally crashed the party! Then Van Helsing followed it through, announced she would take care of the beast, and then chased after it. You'd declared your intention to help, and well, here you are now. Somewhere in the middle you've managed to figure out that Dracula was loosely based on a true story. Very loosely, if Van Helsing being named Abigail instead of Abraham and the vampire not having much in the way of sentience are any indication. 

"It's coming," Van Helsing whispers. "You distract it with your "powers"-" how is she able to sound like she's miming air quotes a century before they were a thing?- "and then I'll stab it in the chest. Is that understood?" 

You nod, then steel up. Van Helsing's eyes widen. As soon as you hear the vampire scuffle past, you step out of the alleyway. The sun gleams off of your silver skin and attracts the vampire's attention. You slowly back away to lure it closer and closer to Van Helsing. Once you've moved far enough, you give her a thumbs-up. 

Van Helsing may not recognize the gesture, but she knows a signal when she sees one and jumps towards the vampire. There's a bit of a struggle - most of which is on the vampire's end - and then it's over as soon as it began. Van Helsing brushes the dust off her knife. 

"Thank you," Van Helsing says after a moment. "That would have been a lot more difficult without your help."

You shrug before de-steeling. "No problem. Mind if I ask you a question?"

"I suppose I owe you that much. What is it?"

"Do you know where I could find Bram Stoker?" You hold up the now slightly battered copy of Dracula. "I've got a book for him to sign."

 XxXx

 Bram Stoker looks from you, to Dracula, and then back to you. "You want me to write a dedication to someone I've never even heard of?"

"Yes, please," you answer. "He's a huge fan - uh, admirer - of your writing, and would greatly appreciate your signing the book. I'm planning on giving it to him for Christmas."

"A rare thing for two unrelated men to do," Stoker replies, "but not an unappreciated one. What is your young man's name?"

"He's not young - or mine - but -" You take a breath- "Mick Rory."

Stoker nods. He thinks for a moment, dips his pen in an inkwell, and jots down a few words. "Here you go, Dr. Heywood." Stoker pushes the book back to you. "I hope Mr. Rory takes to this gift."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Stoker!" You barely glance at the dedication before snapping the book shut. "I have to get going, but it was very nice to meet you!"

"Same to you."

 XxXx

 The next person you literally run into is Zari, as you're exiting the jump ship. It affects her more than you, but neither of you get too hurt. Which is great - you still have a lingering headache from your encounter with Mick. 

"Thanks for that," Zari snarks. "Long as you're here, though - any ideas on what to get Hunter? I've only met the man twice, so I'm kinda at a loss."

You snort. "That's a first." You sober up at Zari's withering glare. "Um, I didn't really know 'im too well either. Think I remember someone mentioning he's really into Wild West stuff? That and antiques."

"So shop for you, but lean towards cowboy crap," Zari summarizes. "Got it." She gestures to the jump ship. "Just leaving or just returning?"

"Returning." You step out of Zari's way. "Go right ahead." Before she can get too far, you hold up Dracula and add, "For Mick - what do you think? It's an original copy and it's signed."

Zari shrugs. "He should like it. May even get you that kiss you want."

"Kiss? Why would I want a -" You slump. "How'd you know?"

"You're nowhere near as subtle as you think you are," Zari answers. "Surprised he hasn't noticed - I'm aromantic and I picked up on it ages ago." She hangs in the doorway. "Good luck, though."

"Thank -" Zari shuts the door- "you." You run a hand through your hair. "Why does that keep happening to me?"

 XxXx

 Ray knocks on your door just as you're putting stuffing the last of the tissue paper into the bag containing Mick's gift. You tell him to let himself in, then scribble a note on the to/from sticker. Hopefully your handwriting isn't too distinctive. 

You sit up, expecting Ray to start info-dumping about some new science fact or his latest project, but he's pacing silently instead. It takes about five minutes for concern to override just letting him be. 

"Uh, Ray?" You begin. "You okay there, buddy?"

Ray hesitates before shaking his head. He then leans against the closest wall. 

"What's up? Do you need some paper to write on?"

"Nah," Ray answers. "Just figuring out what to say - I'm not non-verbal atm." He sighs. "Um, I already got my Secret Santa's gift, but... ButIwasthinkingofgettingNoraagifttoo."

You stand up and rest a hand on Ray's shoulder. "I'm totally here for you, but would you mind repeating that for me? My ears can't process your words when you're speaking at a hundred miles an hour."

"Sorry. I said I was thinking of getting Nora a gift, too," Ray confesses. "But I don't know where she is, how to get it to her if I did, or if she even celebrates Christmas. Or how she'd react." Ray smiles sheepishly. "Y'know, with her being a former bad guy and all."

"Yeah, I had the same problem with Mick."

Ray jerks his head up so quickly, you fling your hand out in shock. You can feel a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"Okay, if you agree to ignore the implications there, I'll agree to ignore you implying that you still have a thing for Nora," you say. 

"Fine by me." Ray smiles. "For what it's worth, I think Mick likes you back. I mean, he does call you "Pretty"."

You shrug. "Thinking I'm hot doesn't equal feelings, but thanks. And good luck with Nora. I don't think she's the best person to crush on, but you do you, Ray." You smirk. "Or her." Ray jokingly punches you in the arm. "Hey!" 

"So, assuming I find Nora, you think I should get her something?" Ray asks. 

"Yeah, man. You could always pass it off as a "just because" gift if she's not a Christmas person." 

Ray pulls you into a brief hug. "Thank you for the advice and friendly ear." 

"No problemo."

Ray shakes his head, still smiling, and exits your room. He gives you a wave as the door closes.

 XxXx 

 A few days later, it's finally the moment of truth. Or to put it less dramatically - the day you all exchange your Secret Santa gifts. The result of you shoving in the tissue paper is a bag that's a little messy and half-hazard looking, but you feel it's appropriate. There's more to it than its rough exterior - just like Mick. 

You're the first one on the bridge. You place your gift by the center console and then pour yourself a drink. Maybe it'll help calm your nerves. 

"Great idea, Pretty." Mick's rumbling voice makes you jump - you hadn't heard him approach. Thankfully the glass didn't spill any more than a couple of drops. Mick brushes past you to pour himself... something. You're too busy trying not to shudder from that brief moment of contact. 

"Hey, um, Mick," you finally reply. "Have any trouble finding a gift?"

Mick shrugs. "Wrapping it was the worst part. Ended up just shoving it into a box."

"Yeah, I -"

Whatever you were about to say next is cut off by a deluge of Legends flooding onto the bridge. Several different conversations overlap as people try to put their gifts by the console without tripping over each other. You decide to find a comfortable spot to sit before all the good ones are taken. To your surprise, Mick grabs the one next to you. 

"So, who wants to go first?" Ray asks, once everyone has settled down. 

Sara nods at him. "It was your idea." 

Ray stammers and protests for a bit, but gives in once everyone starts chanting his name. He picks up a small, thin present that has dark blue wrapping paper with silver atoms. Ray tears through the paper less gently than expected to reveal a frame with a photo inside. It's a candid shot of him and a brunette woman - Anna, maybe - sitting on a park bench somewhere and laughing. Ray hastily wipes away a few tears. 

"Thank you," he begins, "whoever, um -"

Rip raises a hand. "I always wished there were more photos of Miranda and myself after she..." he clears his throat. "I hope it's alright that I-"

Before Rip can finish his sentence, Ray all but tackles him with a hug. Rip awkwardly pats his back for a bit, then gently pulls back. 

The rest of the gifts are less emotionally fraught, though no less meaningful. Ava receives two photos - one of her and Sara and one of her with the team - and a hug from Ray. Wally opens an awkwardly wrapped meditation fountain from Ava and gives Sara a set of throwing knives. Sara gives Zari a blanket with various video game symbols and characters, and Zari in turn gives Rip a hat and book from the Old West. Only you and Mick are left, which grants you both significant looks from everyone else. 

"Guess it's pretty obvious who yours is from," you joke to Mick. He grunts and goes to pick up one of the two remaining gifts. 

Your heart is in your throat as Mick carefully pulls out the tissue paper. He frowns at what's inside, but it smooths out once he picks up Dracula. 

"Original edition?" Mick murmurs. "Nice."

You swallow hard. "Look inside the front cover."

Mick does so, his eyebrows lifting as he reads whatever message Stoker left him. "Huh. Thanks, Nate."

Hearing someone call you by your first name usually doesn't send butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but your thing for Mick isn't that usual to begin with. 

"My turn, then." You stand up, grab the sole remaining box, and settle back down in your spot. 

The box is wrapped in simple silver paper and topped with a red bow. You stick the bow to your shirt before unwrapping the gift. First in the box is a photo of Harrison Ford in full Indiana Jones gear, complete with jacket. Underneath that, carefully folded up, is the exact same jacket in surprisingly good condition. 

"Is this -? Did you -?" You're at a loss for words. 

Mick avoids your gaze. "Stole it off the set. I added the picture so you could tell it's the same one."

"Thank you so much." Before you can stop yourself, you pull Mick into the best sideways hug you can manage. Your skin tingles all over when you finally let go, which almost distracts you from noticing that Mick's cheeks are a bit red. Huh. 

Sara pulls you from your thoughts by tapping something - a pen? - against a whisky bottle. "Now that the presents are done with, let's get drunk!"

Most of the team cheers and makes a beeline for the drink cart. Ray switches on some music after clarifying that it's secular Christmas/winter-themed songs only. Mick stands up and nods towards the drinks. 

"You want anything?" Mick asks. 

'A kiss' is what you want to say. What actually comes out of your mouth is, "Not right now. Thanks, though."

Mick grunts in the affirmative before leaving you alone to stew. Which lasts all of five seconds due to Wally zooming over to capture the newly open spot. 

"Y'know, I could get some mistletoe over here without Mick noticing," Wally whispers. "Wouldn't even take two seconds." 

You shake your head. "And make Mick mad at the both of us? Nah. I've known him for this long without him making good on his threats. A little longer would be nice."

Wally face palms, then leaves without saying anything more. He rushes back and - sue enough, there's a mistletoe hanging above where you're sitting. You roll your eyes and go to take it down. Unfortunately, tearing it off causes you to fall back from the amount of force you'd used. You're caught by strong arms before you can hit the ground. 

You look up to find that Mick's your timely rescuer - hero, a part of you whispers - and hastily right yourself on your own two feet. "Uh, thanks, Mick."

"What was that about?" Mick raises an eyebrow. "You shouldn't be drunk already."

"I'm not! It's just -"

"Just...?"

"Wally was trying to play a prank on us," you explain, "and I nearly fell over trying to get it down." You hold up the mistletoe and feel a blush start to spread across your face. "Funny, right?"

"What's funny? You nearly cracking your head open?" Mick asks. 

"No, um, uh-" you look down at the floor- "Wally thinking that making us kiss was a good idea for a prank. I mean, the idea of you and me -"

Mick catches your chin in his hand, tilting it up so your gazes meet. "'S not that bad an idea, actually."

"What - You - I -"

Before you can embarrass yourself even further, Mick pulls you into a kiss. You freeze for a moment, then surge forward to deepen it. Your hands settle on Mick's waist to tug him even closer. 

And then someone wolf-whistles. 

Mick sighs into your mouth, then gently pushes you away. "Should prob'ly continue this where we can have some privacy."

"My room's good," you reply. "Much closer than yours." You can't resist giving Mick another kiss. 

"Works for me, Pretty." Mick steps even farther back, then gestures to the nearest door. The two of you all but run out as you try to ignore all the teasing from the rest of the group. Sara shouts out to not do anything she wouldn't do. Like that's even that long of a list. 

...Which may have been the point. 

 XxXx 

 "Wait," you say, once you and Mick are finally in your room, "hang on a second, okay?"

Mick frowns but complies. "Y'not want to do this anymore?"

"For now?" You nod. "For now. It's just -" You run a hand through your hair. "I don't know if we're on the same page here, or if you even like me or anything."

"Would I kiss you if I didn't like you?" Mick asks.

"I mean, like me, like me. I mean -" moment of truth, here- "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. Even when I was with Amaya, I think I felt something like that for you." Your eyes widen. "Not that I didn't love Amaya! It was just... both of you, I guess. Amaya and I were just starting to talk about it right before she, um, left." You pause to take a breath. "If you don't feel the same, that's fine, but - I don't want to do a friends with benefits thing if you don't. I don't think my heart could take it." It's a while before you can meet Mick's gaze. "So, that's where I'm at. How 'bout you?"

Mick folds his arms. "I'm not good at this feelings crap, but..." He sighs, then waves a hand around. "I feel the same. I think. 'm willing to give it a chance, anyway. Is that enough?"

"Yeah." You smile broadly. "Yeah, it is."

Mick shakes his head fondly - for him, at least - and then pulls you into another kiss. 

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Spring -Part 2

Thanks to @byul-bit-arae for letting me use this moodboard! ❤

Here's part two of this little fic. Find part one here. Also, you don't really need to have read part one to read this, it's up to you!

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Excitement coursed through your veins as you woke up in your hotel room. Never have you been excited when you woke up. Usually, you didn't even speak to anyone until an hour and cup of coffee later. The fact that you were in Japan, for a vacation with Taeyong though, was enough to make you throw the covers off.

"Tae wake up WAKE UP!" you said, nudging him softly in the side. He was snuggled into the blanket and you almost felt bad for interrupting his sleep.

"Five more minutes..." he mumbled, pulling the covers closer to his chin.

"Tae we have SEIZE THE DAY! Just because you made your Japan debut now and have travelled here many times, it doesn't mean that you can laze around like this!"

"Baby girl lemme sleep a little more" he said and turned away from you.

Nah ah. This would not do. You quickly formed a plan of attack.

You quickly got up and went over to his side of the bed, and settled on your knees.

"Tae~ wakey wakey!" you said as you attacked him with kisses. You climbed on top of him and continued to do so as his eyes flew open. "Wha- what are you doing?" he said, a blush covering his face. He flipped you over and settled on top of you. You squealed as he began tickling you.

"Two can play at this game!"

After a lot of convincing and a couple more kisses, the two of you finally got out of bed. You looked forward to going out and exploring the Osaka. Getting dressed quickly, you headed out for breakfast.

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Half the day passed by blissfully and you had to pinch yourself to believe it was all true. You made sure you had asked Yuta for places to visit and restaurants to eat at, and slowly worked through the list. Taeyong made sure to get the other members a little something a well.

The last stop of the evening, before sunset, was one of the cherry blossom viewing gardens.

You had indulged in everything cherry blossom flavoured so far, from your latte in the morning, to the box of pocky in your hand. Taeyong found it very amusing, and his heart swelled with happiness to see you finally enjoy yourself and be fully relaxed. He knew how much you needed this trip and this time together.

"You've shown me a different side of you" he said, grinning and pulling you close.

"What do you mean?"

"Remember you used to hate pink? Now you've done nothing but eat pink things" he said, chuckling.

"Tis the season Tae! Plus, I used to hate pink, not anymore."

"Tis the season indeed. Except that Sakura beer was kind of silly, it didn't even taste like it!"

"I know!! But the can was cute."

"The can was cute" he repeated, mocking you as you both burst out laughing.

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The path led you to the gardens, and as soon as you laid your eyes on the trees, your mouth fell open in delight.

"Woaaahhhhh! It's so BEAUTIFUL!" you said and ran ahead toward the trees. It indeed was a beautiful sight, the blossoms gently swaying in the breeze, the pretty pink dusting giving it an other worldly look. "It's so much better than all the anime I've watched..!"

"All the anime you've watched? Seriously?" Taeyong asked, catching up to you.

"Yeah~" you said dreamily. You were too taken in by the sight to focus on what he was saying. He took this opportunity to get some great candid pictures of you. it took you a while to realize but when you did, you ran up to him and said, “Tae! You sneaky little snake, you.”

“I can't help it when you're so pretty.” 

“The blossoms are prettier.”

“I doubt that.” 

“Okay you're prettier.”, you said, teasingly.

Taeyong walked ahead ahead, to pick up a flower. In his attempt to find the perfect one, you found an opportunity to get back at him. You whipped out your phone and began clicking pictures of him. He soon noticed what you were doing, and being the diva he is, threw up a few peace signs and said, “Everything I do is a pose.”

"Yeah yeah whatever.”, you said, giggling. You continued taking pictures of him, and in one of those moments, you had an epiphany. You slowly lowered your phone and stared at him, slightly in awe, with a million thoughts racing through your head. You couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to be with such a wonderful man. He had been nothing but supportive, patient and understanding, no matter how tough things got. You both understood each other so well, it almost scares you. You don't believe in soul mates, but if you did, he'd be pretty close to being one. 

"Hey, what's wrong?” He asked, seeing that you were just staring at him, not doing anything. “Is everything okay?”

“Tae” you breathed out, your voice almost a whisper, as you tried to form a coherent sentence. 

“Yeah?”

“I don't think I've ever said this but....thank you.”

“Thank you for what?”

“For always being here, no matter what. Thank you for being the absolute best. I never understood it when people used to talk about their significant others and gush about them and how they've changed their life for the better but now I do. All those stupid love songs finally make sense. I...... I don't quite know what it is I'm feeling right now because I've ever felt it before. I know you're not perfect, none of us are. I know we all have our faults, but that's just the beauty of being human. To put it simply, you make my life a lot better and I hope I can do the same for you. To be honest, I would like you to be a part of my life for a longer time.” 

“What are you trying to say? He asked, tears brimming in his eyes. 

You walked up to him and took his hands in yours. “What I'm trying to say, Lee Taeyong, is that I'd like to marry you someday. Maybe this is too soon, maybe we're not ready, maybe you don't want to, I don't know, I just had to say it. I need you to know.” 

“Wha-what?”, he asked, shock overtaking his face. He was too choked up to respond to what you had said.

“I mean it.” You said, and pulled him into a hug. You felt soft tears wet your shoulder as tears began streaming down your face as well. Honestly who knew the cherry blossoms would make you so emotional?

 Maybe it wasn't the cherry blossoms. Maybe this is what they call love. 

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“Oh my gosh hyung you are the least manliest man I know!” Yuta said with a huff, when you went back, and Taeyong told them what had transpired. “I can't believe your girlfriend had to propose to you.”

“Oh Yuta, quit it!” you said, laughing at his silly joke. 

“It's not my fault! I didn't know she was going to propose? I don't think she knew either.” Taeyong said, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah that's the truth. I didn't know. Plus, it wasn't like some proper proposal. I just said we should... Y’know.... Probably just make this official.”

“That's not what you said.” Taeyong said, teasingly.

“Oh shut up, cry baby” 

“Hey, you cried too!”

“Okay, okay, I concede. I love you!” you said, leaning forward to kiss him. Of course, you kind of forgot that there were other people in the room and deepened the kiss. 

“Listen, you guys are my OTP and all but- “ Jaehyun said, but he was cut off by Yuta who shouted, “There are children here!” before covering Sicheng’s eyes.

“Hyung, I'm literally the same age as Jaehyun, I don't understand why you're doing this.” Sicheng said with a sigh. 

“I guess you'll always be everyone's baby.”, you said, laughing. 

“But not yours, you're not that much older than I am.” Sicheng retaliated. 

“That's right. I've only adopted the dreamies.”

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A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for language and themes

If you recognize it, IT AIN'T MINE.

Sorry for the OOC-ness

Chapter 4

Wolf--

"If I hear the word 'Mom' anytime in the next five minutes, you are, all three, gonna lose grandparent privilege's! Enough with the fighting. 'Kala, you need to get over there and do your homework."

"But, Mom," my younger son shouted. "I can't do it alone."

"Yes, you can, dear. All you have to do is write the words in the blanks."

Mornings here were always crazy. This year, they got worse, with all three kids home all day and me working three jobs from home, while taking a few classes to keep up my certification. But what would do my head in were the constant conflicts of scheduling the boys services around project deadlines. Especially when my childless brother was my boss...One of them.

A text came through ~'Hey, Bry, do you have those reports ready? I have to submit them to the bank this afternoon.'

Loveland Demolition was well known in the Midwest, and had been doing well before the pandemic, but now, we were expanding again. I dug around in my ever expanding pile of outgoing paperwork for the fax copy of the expense reports my brother wanted. Why everything with this end of the family business went through me, I would never know. Maybe it was because he had named me our VP of NE Operations. Like I didn't have a decent job already. I mean, I didn't get my Doctorate for it to look pretty on my wall.

Speaking of, I have a class in 15 minutes. Botany of Common Herbs.

I sent off a quick message, ~ I faxed them yesterday. Did you not get them before the boys did?~

My brothers pit bulls were notorious for grabbing the pages as they fell out of the fax machine and shredding them.

A few minutes later, he replied, ~Dammit, Pita! The Pain got 'em. Already in transit?~

~Yep. UPS grabbed it yesterday. Email?~

~Ok. No. Need hard copy. Will reschedule with the bank. Do good in class today!~

About that time I got a plastic cup thrown in my general direction with my oldest son yelling, "More water! Please, Mommy."

Thankfully, my Botany Professor understands me being a little late, as she has a Downie of her own.

I get his water, and as I am standing at the sink for a few seconds extra to breathe, I feel a cold spot on one hip and the pressure of a thumb on my cheek.

'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.'

I smile as the feeling, and the ghost of his smiling eyes fades. How does he always know when the stress is getting to me and just what to say; just what to do. It's like I don't have to say a word, he just knows.

Great....Now I am gonna be all giggly the rest of the day. Probably gonna get an email from my Professor, too; nosy old bat.

Kihyun PoV

It was almost 22:00 when I felt the wobble in thin silver thread that connected us. As I reached for it, I felt her stress and frustration start to bleed through and somehow, instinctively knew what to do. It bothers me when she gets this stressed, because she forgets to take care of herself. And then the tension lodges in her back, manifesting as a knot just to the left of her spine.

Settling myself into my meditation, I could almost see her standing at the sink, working on something. Always working, this girl; whether it's on her actual job, her side hustle, an Etsy store where she sells knit caps, or the boys' homework. She ALWAYS has something going on. Her brothers hare-brained decision to expand the family business does not help in the slightest.

As I settle in, I can hear the din of the kids yelling, a timer going off on something, and from some where, another louder ding. She is amazing, how she can just take it all in stride. Some how, I know, she just needs a second to breathe, so I imagine my hand on her hip; stopping her right where she stands.

I visualize my hand cupping her cheek, and whispering to her, 'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.' I can't help the smile that spreads across my face as I see her smile. That soft, sweet smile, that just borders on the verge of blushing. I send how I feel seeing her smile down that thread and, some how, just know that she will be smiling all day now.

Awakening from my meditation, I glance at the clock. Hmm. Time for bed. But first, I am curious about the next chapter. How in the hell, with everything else she has on her plate, did she find the time to write this.

I set back on my bed, my pillows piled up behind me, and start reading.

Still Joey

I couldn't sleep so I got up at sunrise and made coffee. Sis woke up a little while later. I heard her alarm go off and then, I heard her sniffle a little. As she stumbled to the kitchen for her morning coffee, her whole bearing was like all the wind had been sucked out of her.

My heart went out to her.

"Sis. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Joey. Just my own brain. Think I am going crazy. That's all."

I'm right there with you.

"Explain," I said.

Rather than use actual words, she put on 'Comatose' by Too Close To Touch. "This says it better than I ever could."

I set aside the story and brought up the song. As I sat there listening, I could almost feel how hurt she was. How she thought she was going crazy. I wanted, so much, to fly to her, where ever she was.

"Sissie," I sighed, "What is the matter?"

"I think I am losing my mind, Joey. I just don't want to remember, if remembering is always going to hurt. I'm afraid that it will cost me the one of the two things I am most afraid to lose; my kids or my mind."

"You aren't going crazy, Sis. Who told you that you were crazy for feeling like that?"

"Mom. According to her, I am. Apparently, it is all just a construct of my own mind. Can't be real because it's all in my head, but it is all that I could ever dream of. It makes me want to sleep until it is real. I want to forget the way his voice sounds, cause it hurts too much to hear it when I am alone. I want to forget the color of his eyes, but I see it everyday in my coffee. I want to forget it all, so it doesn't hurt anymore. There is no way he can be real. No way his smell can be real. The more I remembered, I guess, the more I want to forget."

"Bryn, tell me about him?"

"What does it matter? He is no more than a fantasy my own mind created," she said as she dug in a cabinet and added a more than generous amount of Jack Daniels to her coffee.

"Bry! Really??"

"What," she groused as she sipped on her coffee flavored whiskey.

"It is barely sun rise and you are already drinking. What would he say if he caught you?"

"Doesn't matter," she grumbled as her bottom lip pulled in a little and blinked rapidly, a sure sign she was fighting back her own tears. I could see her start to fold in around herself.

'No, my dear, I am very real. And very disappointed.'

"Bullshit," I yelled. "It does matter! I will prove you wrong. I'll prove to you that he is very real," I growled in my own temper, as I leaned over the table at her, "and I know him. He would be so disappointed in you, right now. Instead of working with the connection, you were trying to drown the memories in whis-," I came to a dead stop as I realized what was actually happening. "How long have you been fighting them? The memories, I mean."

'Told ya. Wait. What!? She'd been wrestling with our memories? Oh, my stubborn Wolf, you were never meant to carry them all yourself.'

She deflated and slid the mug away from her. Resting her head on her arms, she whispered, "I was 14 the first time I remembered anything. At the time it was no more than a whisper, a cold spot when I was upset or hurting. Which, lets be honest, was a lot of the time back then. When I was 16, I finally worked up the courage to talk to someone about my dreams. My mistake was telling Ma."

I cringed. I had heard nasty stories about her mom, but sat still and let her continue.

Is her mother really that bad? How much of this had she been keeping from me.

"She went off and let loose a litany of my supposed short-comings. I still remember it, to this day. 'You are so stupid. Why would any man, especially one like THAT, want anyone like you. Anyone else would be better than YOU; you stupid, worthless, ignorant, ugly, child.' After that, I went back to keeping it all to myself. This one," she said as she brought up Forest Blakk's 'Find Me', "Says it all."

I put on the song and knew how it had hurt her for years. My anger burned when the artist spoke of being told you were crazy. 'I want her, you Crazy Bitch. Good Mother, Please,' I started, before thinking better of the prayer that had been on my tongue a moment ago. 'Please watch over her, Grandmother.'

Hearing her own mother call her those things, was tough to listen to. But I could tell she still wasn't finished yet. I let her go, she had years of this pain to offload.

"As I got older, it changed. I was almost 26 when the burn of a kiss landed on my cheek. My ex-husband, at the time, saw the blister it left and went ballistic. Woke me up by kicking the end of the bed. 'I want a divorce. I don't know who he is, but I plan on making you pay for it. Now, get your stuff and get out.' And I paid for it, alright. Didn't even bother to ask if I had it the night before, just assumed I was sneaking out. I never did. Looking back now, maybe I should have left the first time accused me. The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers when he got remarried. Literally, got them both done in half an hour."

"Are you kidding me? He wanted to accuse you, but he...," I will admit that I was finally starting to see just how messed up her life had been. "Did you love him?"

'Messed up,' I thought, 'No, Sir. Her life has been a craptastic shitshow of epic fucking proportions. Honestly, I would like to know what fucking moronic bastard ordered this shitastical fuckfest for my Queen! I'd like to fucking throat punch him.'

She shook her head. "No. My mother sat it all up. Literally walked into the house Friday afternoon and said, 'You are getting married on Monday at 9.' He was getting deployed and she thought he would be a good fit for me, that she would get grands out of the deal. She didn't find out he was fixed until he was already gone. That is where I learned to keep my hair really short. He used to drag me around by it and scream about all of the things I did. The next day he would scream and drag me around by it to yell about all the stuff I didn't get done."

"So it was more or less arranged?"

"Yeah. After that, I met the asshole. The day he left, I had just buried a brother, and I had lost my job; all on my birthday. After all that, I fell into a deep depression. To the point where I would wonder sometimes why I was still breathing. It was in that place that I saw him. It was no more than his eyes, the exact shade of my coffee, and that voice, but still; if not for him..." she trailed off, a haunted look in her eyes.

After a few minutes of her staring off into space, I prodded, "If not for him?"

She turned and looked at me, "I wouldn't be here. I would have cut ties with this world and willingly walked right into that darkness. I can remember him telling me once, 'Don't you give up. Don't you dare give up. Get up, keep moving.' It was those eyes though, watching them seem to burn in the darkness. They stayed with me so much that I drew them at least a thousand times."

"Really?"

"Yep. Dark eyes that burn," she chuckled. "Got called crazy for that one, too. 'Why do you always draw the exact same thing, ya crazy bitch? How about a tree or a nice mountain. Why is it always those damned eyes, Not that a worthless bitch like you can draw anyway.' So yeah, there's that."

"Hold it. She actually called you worthless?"

Bryn just nodded. "Multiple times, and ugly quite a few times. At the end with the ex, she told me, 'I hate that when I, and she stressed the 'I', put a block in your path, you seem to dance around it and go off into the woods and still end up on the other side. That you whip off of the beaten path, going God knows where, on some barely visible game trail, and somehow still come out on the other side, just where you meant to be'. She said nothing pissed her off more than my ability to adapt."

'That's my Ghostie,' I thought as I smiled proudly. 'Her ability to see things others miss, explodes lower minds.'

Now, I have seen pictures of her mom and old photos of Bryn when she was younger. Let me tell you, when she was young, Bryn was coltishly pretty before becoming ethereal. Not that you could tell it now. Now, she jokes that she traded looks for brains about the time she got her doctorate.

"So, how did you end up with Clark?"

"He was there and I was getting tired of waiting, tired of my Auntie's trying to set me up with whatever boy they could find. One tried to set me up with her ex-nephew. That was nothing but awkward. We are still good friends, almost family. He has said before, 'I love you to bits, but that is icky, you are like a sister to me. Now, please, go throw on a skirt, you have amazing legs and should show them off.' That boy can turn up the girlfriend vibe in 3 seconds...flat.

I know someone who can do that. Weird.

"In the end, I got tired of the pitying looks I would get at the family things. Truth be told, when I told him to either commit or get out, I thoroughly expected him to take off at a run, like he couldn't get away fast enough. Before I knew what had happened, he told everyone I had proposed and picked a Saturday. After that, it was a whirlwind and I almost took off."

"Took off? Eloped?"

She snickered. "No. Ran away. Far away."

"Oh. So you almost pulled a runner?"

"Oh yeah. Had my bestie stand up with me because I knew that if Haka showed up and objected, he would have knocked Clark to the floor to give me time to run."

'I very nearly did show up.'

I thought back to what I said when he finally left.

"What did I say?" I stood there, leaning on the doorway, arms crossed over my chest, fingers tapping on my bicep. The look on my face was thoroughly parental.

"That it would never work."

"And....."

"You were right, I was wrong, I am sorry."

"You gonna listen to me from now on?" My face was passive, but there if she had looked she would have seen the anger in my eyes. I wasn't mad at her, I was more than a little upset with him, though.

"Yes, Dear."

"Good Girl. I'll be home as soon as I can." I cupped her face, kissed her forehead, and said, "Don't do it again. Next time you won't get away with it, my stubborn Wolf."

"Next time?"

I was turning to head back to my body, "First one doesn't count. It was arranged. This one, you got swept up in. Don't do it again. Now, go to sleep."

I had to breathe a minute against the anger building in my chest. Then, I went back to the story.

"You call him 'Haka'? That's cute."

"Yeah, he's Heyhaka, the Elk. Haka, for short. Then there is Sweet Pea, and the occasional Assbag."

"And is he often a jerk?"

"Nah. Only when he is making promises he has no intentions to keep."

'Listen here, Lady! I fully intend to keep them when they are made, Woman!'

"I really don't think he would make them if he didn't intend on keeping them, Sissie. Sometimes, circumstance gets in the way, and then they don't get the focus they deserve. How does he phrase it?"

"All he says is 'Soon'."

I laughed. "The word 'soon' is not a promise. It's an open guarantee."

"What?"

"It's a half promise. He can't put a time on it so he just says soon. You know, sometimes you can be kind of dense."

'Exactly. You are kind of thick sometimes, Darling.'

Bryn's cheeks pinked. "Aww, shut the fuck up," She laughed.

"You've got a potty mouth!"

My jaw dropped. 'Naughty.'

"Like you didn't know or don't have one of your own. Has he not told you the extent of my sailor's mouth?"

"He doesn't know that I know you. I get to hear about everything from both sides. Kinda makes me wanna poke my ear drums out sometimes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You two are fuckin' perfect for each other."

'I guess we are, huh?'

About that time, the kids started waking up. Davidd was first, followed by Mattie, and then Darryn. I was sitting on the couch, getting the walkthrough of how to turn on the cartoon channels when Mattie climbed up next to me and curled up in my side.

"Morning, Munchkin," I said cheerfully.

She sagged against me and whispered, "Morning, Uncle Joey. Can I have some new milk?"

I was taken aback by the simplicity of the request. "Shouldn't you be asking your mom for that?"

"I would but Daddy called and him and mama got into another fight."

'And that just cashed out my good night.', I thought as I could have sworn I heard a knock at my door.

A-N:) Please don't shoot the messenger. Spirit put up some of the tags. Lol.

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Chapter 21 - Betrayal

BROTHERHOOD

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12211562/21/

The evening Lydia went to bed was quite peaceful. At least for her state of mind. Opening up to Allison made her feel much better. Not only did she finally get everything off her chest but she found understanding as well which made her more secure about the whole issue.

Now, she was ready to wake up and face anything life would put in front of her.

Unfortunately, life decided to take the harder path yet again. She couldn't believe her eyes when she finally woke up from her pleasant sleep. It was dark and cold, she could even feel humidity surrounding her. As soon as her sight had adjusted to the gloomy place, she was able to recognize actual metallic bars on her right, the rest were just three damp walls.

Her panic rose even more as she realized having her hands cuffed together behind her back.

Her breathing ironically quickened as she tried to calm herself down, quite unsuccessfuly.

Lydia's heart almost gave out when a distant, hoarse voice spoke: "You... smell like him."

It was a man, speaking very slowly, sounding as if his throat hasn't seen any water in ages. Lydia summoned all of her courage to say a simple: "What?" in a high-pitched voice.

"Hm, you... know Michendros?"

"What?" Now Lydia answered right away. But then it hit her. Michendros, she heard that before. Well, of course. Stiles said it... Michendros is John. So... This person has to mean John.

"Huh... You're useless," the man replied and returned to his silence.

"Wait, you mean Stiles' brother?"

"Stiles?" he said with a hint of amusement, "I didn't even know you can have such a stupid name nowadays," he said quietly, the conversation apparently exhausting him.

"How do you know them?" Lydia asked with curiosity, slightly forgetting the situation she was stuck in, letting it make her lean closer towards the voice she heard.

"Long story. Probably wasn't that important, though. If it were, I would not be stuck here I suppose."

"Well, maybe, they don't know you are here–," Lydia caught herself defending them which caught her by surprise.

"Impossible, Stolos knows."

“Because of what he is?" Lydia asked carefully.

"Hm."

"That explains it. He isn't anymore!" she exclaimed a bit louder, immediately making her feel a bit more aware of where she is.

"What?" he simply said with a heavy British accent.

"Well, I don't know much, to be frank. But he's normal, you know, I think..."

"You're saying that Stolos is only human?"

"I wouldn't put it that way... He's not only human...-"

"That is not the point here..."

"Oh, yeah. Sure," Lydia said and looked through the bars, squinting her eyes at the dark figure opposite to her cell.

"Where are we actually?" Lydia asked.

"A cell, I'd presume."

"That's all you know?"

"I know that we are in this rotten place because the so-called sorcerers aren't able to cast big spells anymore, so we were placed in a prison which was enchanted by the old ones."

"Oh, that's why it looks so worn down..."

"You could say so."

"And... what do they want with us?"

"These good-for-nothings probably think of us as bait. But bloody hell, like if that worked with me and now they try you? They seem quite desperate."

"Well, I am close to Stiles," Lydia defended her position.

"Are you? How long do you know him? Because I met him in the early 19th century."

Lydia was taken a bit aback with this statement, reminding her that she had actually no idea with whom she had lived all this time. But she voiced another thought of hers.

"So... and you would be what now? I guess I can cross human out."

"Hm, I'll tell you if you agree to help me with getting out of here."

"What? You know how to get out? Well, I'll help if I am coming, too!"

"I can't promise much but I will do my best."

"What would I need to do?"

"Um, I know some blood magic... Michendros used to have all sorts of books about it, so I picked up something along the way. But I need another two people at least..."

"Two?"

"Yes."

"That's one more than we have, no?"

"I am aware... It will need you to make the person who will bring you food bleed. Like with a bite or something."

"Why don't you do it?"

"They don't visit my cell."

"But... how do you–"

"I don't... that's why it is so complicated to get out of here by myself."

"So why would they put me here when I can help you?"

"Bloody hell you are only questions, aren't you?"

"I want to know, otherwise I won't help you."

"They think I am almost dead... I didn't show any sign of anything basically... for a few years now. So, I think they don't await me having a chat with anybody."

"Why didn't they just dispose of your body... if they think you're dead."

"They fear me. And as I said before, the coven has grown weak. This cell is safer for them."

"I don't know if I can bite enough to make somebody bleed, though."

"Of course, you can. You just need motivation."

"Hm, I'll try then... And if I manage it... then what?"

"Cut yourself, too."

"This sounds unpleasant."

"Spending here another six years is unpleasant as well."

...

It felt like some pressure on his wrists made him hang loosely somewhere. He tried to move but the only result was something tightening around his waist as well.

His eyes felt very heavy which made him feel a little nervous.

I was drugged probably. No. No– that's not it. Lydia... the note. The– this is magic.

Finally, Stiles opened his eyes, revealing the surroundings to himself. He seemed to be in a stone-walled room, more of a dungeon. And he wasn't alone. Quickly, he looked down onto himself, realizing that his body is tangeled in some sort of a branch which made him hang from the ceiling.

There wasn't a way to get out. Not at least on his own. Stiles was very well aware of the fact that he wouldn't be able to fight off a dozen of sorcerers and magicians.

A woman, clothed quite plainly, approached Stiles' hanging body with a victorous smirk. Her blonde hair was put into a tight bun which somehow made her seem strict.

"So, here you are, the mighty Demon of the dark age or God of calamity. That's how you are called, right?... or maybe were called," she said with a chuckle, "now... you are just sad."

Stiles didn't bother to answer. He knew how these things went down from experience. But for the first time, he wasn't the one with the upper hand.

"Not gonna talk, huh?" the woman said with a low voice, breaking the eye contact with Stiles whose eyes followed her movements all this time.

"You see, we need you to talk. We, of course, can make it easy, extract the information we need from your head directly and then just kill you. But I just want you to pay back my thanks. For everything you've done you know. For the coven and all. And the biggest treat for us will be you giving us the information about how to end your dear brother. Unfortunately, he is still... well, the big bad. However, you... you are here to help us."

Stiles remained calm on the outside, however his thoughts were all over the place. He had no weapons and he couldn't defend himself against magic, therefore it would be very simple for the magicians to withdraw any information from his mind. And yes, he did know how to make Michendros vulnerable and that was something he kept for himself all this time.

"Let's begin," the woman commanded.

...

Someone's coming, Lydia thought and went through the plan the other prisoner told her. She had no idea who he was, what he was... not even his name has he told her. But her instincts told her that he wants to get out as much as her. And that was the thing which brought them together.

Within minutes, a guard came to her cell and laid down a bowl of rice and a cup of water. He arose quite quickly, ready to leave but Lydia stopped him.

"Sir? May I have a quick question?"

"What," he spitted, not turning around.

"Look at me please, I don't want to be rude but... how do I... well... you know I have a bit of an issue. It's my time in the month, you know. So... how do you suggest I... well... with my hands cuffed and without anything on me..."

This obviously made the guard feel a bit uncomfrotable. He scanned the redhead up and down and said: "I'll be right back."

During his absence, Lydia sat down on her knees, trying to seem as innocent as possible. It didn't take long for him to return.

Even just a drop is enough, Lydia repeated the man's words in her mind.

It took the guard around ten minutes to come back. He opened the cell's door and walked in with a plastic bag.

"He-Here you go, lady," he muttered and was about to leave.

"Wait, what? I'm supposed to do it here? And with my hands cuffed?"

The man nervously looked around and withdrew the keys from his pocket. "I'll uncuff you, alright. But don't you try to do something smart."

Sir, I will literally just insert a tampon into my vagina," Lydia said with an annoyed tone, rolling her eyes.

The man leaned closer to her wrists and put the key into the keyhole. Lydia waited for the moment the key turned to make her bold move. And there it was. *click*

The lock was undone and only a loud shriek was heard in the dungeon coming from the guard as Lydia bit into his index finger with all her strength.

"Jesus Christ, woman!" the man cried as he withdrew his hand from her. Lydia quickly bit her arm, causing it to bleed as well and spitted the mixture of bloods on the dirty ground.

She grinned at the guard who gave her a shocked look and started backing out of the cell.

"No wonder that you would date that monster," he said for himself and reached for the door to close it.

Lydia's thoughts were a bit clearer now thus she heard the stranger in the opposite cell to whisper something which apparently went by the guard unnoticed.

Unfortunate for him, though. The minute he exited Lydia's cell and locked it, he felt something sharp and long dive into his neck.

Lydia's smile faded at the sight. She has never seen something so violent and animalistic before. Not even movies and shows got it accurately.

This was savage.

Within seconds the guard fell to the ground, his head separated and rolling away a few inches. She finally had a good look at her prison-mate who, despite being dirty from all the flesh and blood, smiled at her gracefully and offered her a small bow.

"You were quite useful in the end," he said, wiping off blood from his eyelids.

"Wait a second, mister. That sounds like you want to get rid of me..."

"Hm... I thought about that... but then again, Stolos wouldn't be happy about that I suppose," he said while ripping the door out with ease. Lydia rose to her feet, her eyes not leaving the man's eyes.

"So, how do they call you?" Lydia asked, trying to ignore all the blood dripping down his body. She examined him closely now, establishing now at least 5' 10'' for him in height which made her feel a bit more insecure than before.

"Credence," he said flatly and looked around Lydia's cell.

"Now," he said slowly, "I've got some questions for you."

"Uh, ok...," she said, coming closer to the entrance where he let her out of the cell and showed her the way with his bloodied hand.

"Who did you tell about the brothers?" he asked directly.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. You had to tell somebody that got you into this situation."

"Well... to be honest... I told my friend."

"A friend... of course. How does the friend look like?"

"Why is it important?"

"Just tell me..."

"Uh, similar age like me... brown long hair, brown eyes... a big smile. A bit taller than me-"

"A square-ish jawline I presume?"

"Yeah... How do you–"

"Simple. You told a stupid girl whose origins are in this ridiculous coven about two men who are hated by these people. Good job."

"What? But how do you know Allison?"

"Well, who wouldn't have a look at an old vampire rotting away in a cell. I was supposed to be bait for them. That did not work out. Now, you are bait. Congratulations."

"But... I've known her-"

"Does it really matter now? She is utterly useless for her family. I haven't met a person with so little means for magic. Even you've got more inside. She's a failure for them. My theory is that she wants recognition which she won't get."

Lydia felt terrible now. She was walking down a dark hole with a stranger who, in a few seconds, told her that she risked her and Stiles' life for nothing... but then again... weren't Stiles and John the bad guys in the big picture?

Suddenly, a light chuckle came out of Credence. Lydia glanced over at him and caught him watching her with a playful look.

"You are not sure, are you?"

“What?"

"It's all over your face. You don't know whom to trust..."

"Well, it's all a bit complicated–"

"You've got three options. Either leave after this and have nothing in common with us... Turn against me, Stolos and Michendros and join these idiots or... be on our side and win."

"How are you so sure about winning?"

"Stolos and Mich always do. They can't be beaten."

"You have real faith in them huh? But Stiles is now just like me... and Mich is alone in it."

"Hm, either way, I will have a good snack from the friend of yours. Betrayal I won't stand."

** Ezra Miller as Credence

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I really actually did not intend for this post to get so long or go on about my personal issue, also I'd like to remind you not to judge a book by its cover, I have huge medical bills and current legal fees that I am trying so very hard to keep up with, this is a really really hard time for me, personally I am not even wanting the morning to come when I go to bed at night. I feel borderline suicidal, if that isn't hard times, I don't know what is... and I'm not even looking for sympathy, or anyone to feel anything towards me except knowing my strength of how far I've come and acknowledgement for this strength that I, an unpredictably unstable mentally ill woman of faith, have come so far from where I used to be and made it through my spiritual awakening which I thought was truly the end of the world it was doomsday dread style scary shit ! But I made it out alive! And now I am a much more magical person because I'm so blessed with my true path of destiney realised again this issue feelings of wehen I was a young teenager, it's like I get to start fresh as new beginning, I actually got a real second chance at life, because if you knew me really knew me, you'd know, that, I had strayed off the great path and was walking along a fine line where I was in constant danger daily. Hourly. I was always in harms way, just on the darkest side of life, depressed and not living for myself at all. I was not trusting my intuition, I was being abused and bullied all the time. And that constant abuse tore holes through my personality and literally metaphorically emotionally ripped me right apart inside and out. I was such a mess I hit rock bottom anxiety struck me harsh but it was good for me in the end because at rock bottom, you have no other choice but to rise up from where you currently are, it's such a true realization, but the main thing is I had gotten better from the abuse, and left finally the abusive relationship and all the other abusive people in my life because as I was going up n up no choice but up, I was gradually actually slipping into my divine timed spiritual awakening which shook my world.

My journey to progression and eventually getting back onto my rightful birth path, my destiny too, this all started my spiritual awakening and shifts in consciousness, I was truly blessed to be cursed at this time. It all started when I went to the homeless shelter in april 2018, just before my birthday it's like surreal how it was all so planned out like this, it's crazy, if you guys only knew the whole entire story of what I have gone through and the truly horrific events that I now realised were all tests, and lessons, and that's my favorite way to look at my very abusive past and the unfortunate circumstances that wound me up a homeless addict on the streets of cities I dwelled in for times that seemed so rough and brutal I thought the pain would never end. Addiction can happen to anybody. But this is something that I actually feel in my soul that I was supposed to, meant to, go through. To realize some things, I had to experience this hard lifestyle. For me to eventually get to a place of gratitude and humility and to actually drop all my selfish ways and have more compassion, and learn that I am meant to have these traits because I am a great healer. In my community I live in currently, a lot of them know my past but do not judge me one bit, they all truly appreciate my free community services that I provide for those in need, they are all suffering from mental health issues and I am treating them (not so much their mental condition but other problems they have at home or with their body) . I am really good at working with herbs, spices, and essential oils. I make and invent cures to almost anything! And I have a biig book of herbal remedies that I, myself , have invented or have found online and then tweaked the recipe to bed much better!! This is volume. 001.2 of my Book Of Shadows. I have written so very many books about magik and the laws of the universe. I cherish my sacred personal theories and extensive wealth of knowledge I have collected. I'm just good at organizing this shit for some reason. If I wasn't so private of a person and afraid of people stealing my information without my consent then I would gladly post more of this type of stuff then I already have,in this blog and my other one which is personally a better one.

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I really really hope that somebody will take the time to donate to me this day so that I may be I can feel better and like somebody actually cares. I have over spent to the max on credit cards with online shopping, and shipping all kinda of witchy trinkets and necessities, the basics, I am stuck with a huge credit card bill, and I have my boyfriends credit card that I did not know until yesterday, but, he put everything to be on me. He totally used my Health Card and SIN # TO GET WHATEVER HE WANTED BUYING SHUT ONLINE AND SHIPPING TECH STUFF TO HIS FRIEND! I feel like I got scammed and I'm damned or something !! Not only am going to be suffering from PTSD and anxiety around men forever, because of this selfish Identity use basically total FRAUD, I AM NOW stuck in a bad position and with a bill and now the worst part is that I am actually facing federal prison because of some of the activity he did while assuming my identity ?.. thanks ?

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Nobody deserves to be bullied or told they are wrong for what they believe in, simply , everyone's path is unique and it's just not four to critic anybody for the path they are choosing! There's a lot of confused witchlings baby witches and some bullying religious type overgrown babies out there. I think everyone should just have a little more like a lot more respect , because it can be intimidating to anybody who wants to share their opinions that they might feel are good ideas but are second guessing the post they want to make based on fear around the way some communities are reacting and trying to police these people's opinions. As far as I know this blog site was actually created to actually share your opinions without judgement and harsh exchange of words based on the content context. I can relate to this oppression. I feel as if not only does it sometimes the fear of rejection stop me from posting but also I have a big fear of being hated on for a lengthy and slightly random post I write it then I delete it right away. It's just that I actually have severe symptoms of A.D.D that my doctor is not currently helping me to treat, so I can get a bit off track sometimes, and my subjects vary like for example in my main post it starts as a simple astro galactic observations post, my starting of this post I just realize was about the New Moon . Then I started talking about my software that I cannot afford and then i went on to talk about my emergency thats actually bothering me even more , the fact that i cannot wipe my ass today and i do not live near any restursnts or anywhrr literally that has toilet paper availible in their washroom or else id just go to McDonalds and use theur washroom, simple as that...but not availible sorry, and now that im still rambling ans have your attention i have an offer actually for some people that do donate, I'd like people to donate towards so that I can provide a few lucky people with

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I am on paranormal investigating teams in surrounding communities as well, this takes out so much energy, time, and yes, you guessed it, money !!

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fic starters: When I said I'd take a bullet for you, I meant it

Finn pressed himself against a crumbling wall, trusting that the afternoon shadows wouldn’t betray him to the squad of First Order stormtroopers picking their way down the haze clouded street.

“How many?” Poe asked, crouching behind him.

“Two squads,” Finn replied, after a mental count. “Almost ten men.”

“So we’re stuck,” Poe sighed. “Let’s hope they haven’t found the shuttle.”

“They haven’t. There’d be a lot more than two squads otherwise.” Finn peered down the street again. “They’re moving in a search pattern though. We’ll need to leave soon.” He glanced back at Poe. “Any word from BB-8?”

Poe shook his head. “Radios are still down. He’ll make it though.”

Finn grinned, fierce but fleeting. “I’m not worried about that, I’m worried about us. If the First Order is using the search pattern I think they’re using, then it’s going to be kriffing impossible to get back to the spaceport.”

“Got a plan?”

“Maybe.” Finn checked the street again, noting the stormtroopers’ changed positions. “But it’ll be rough. We don’t have all the gear I would like to be able to do it.”

“So… hold-out blasters just aren’t going to cut it?” Poe asked with a teasing smile.

Finn made a face. “No they are not,” he said primly, his mouth fighting against a returning smile.

The sudden clatter of boots on shattered stone, too near to their hiding place, silenced their whispered discussion and sent Poe and Finn crouching closer to their lone, protective wall.

Finn caught Poe’s eye. “Back. Left,” he signed, his fingers fumbling with the unfamiliar Resistance hand symbols. “Side. Street. Roof. Danger.”

Poe nodded and carefully shuffled back down the alleyway, heading for a side street they’d reconned earlier.

Finn spared one last glance for the stormtroopers, his lips thinning as he wondered vaguely if they even know who he was, or who he’d been. He wouldn’t put it past the First Order to hide the fact that he used to be one of their stormtroopers and just paint him as Rebel fighter with no history. When they got back – and they would, they would get back – Finn made a mental note to talk to General Organa about some new “announcements” to slip into the First Order data streams.

By the time the stormtroopers reached the low wall Finn and Poe had been hiding behind, the only sign of their presence was their rapidly fading footprints in the dust.

Finn caught up with Poe sooner than expected, at the juncture of a narrow alleyway they’d used earlier with a busy street that was now swarming with stormtroopers, tanks, and walkers, all headed towards the shabby spaceport where they’d parked their shuttle…

And BB-8.

“I hope you have a plan now, buddy,” Poe whispered. “Or we’re in a whole lot more trouble than before.”

“Yeah, I’ve got something, just let me–”

Poe’s eyes widened, and he lunged forward, knocking Finn out of the way just as he smelled the hot ozone of blaster-fire. He felt the wave of heat pass just over his shoulder and heard the sizzle of–

Poe crumpled against him.

Gravel crunched behind him and the barrel of a standard First Order blaster pressed against the back of Finn’s skull, still warm from the discharge.

“On your feet, rebel scum.”

Poe, still draped over Finn’s ribcage, was unmoving, his head hanging low against Finn’s back. Finn would have feared the worst except… there, a breath, barely warm through the grit and dust coating the layers of Finn’s jacket.

“I said, on your feet, rebel. Or you join your friend.”

One shot, off center-mass, Finn thought as he reached out with the Force. Still breathing…

Stay alive, Poe.

“I won’t say it again. On your f–”

Finn shoved at the stormtrooper, sending him ass over helmet all the way back down the alleyway. The noise from the street next to them thankfully covered the clatter of the trooper’s armor, but the commotion would be noticed sooner or later.

But first, Poe.

“Poe, hey Poe,” Finn whispered, carefully shifting Poe off of him and onto his back on cobblestones. “Hey, buddy, are you still with me?”

Poe’s face twisted and Finn stared with alarm as the spot of red that inched its way onto Poe’s lips. “Yeah, I’m still with you.” Poe coughed. “Was I… supposed to go somewhere?”

There was a charred spot low on Poe’s ribcage where the blaster bolt had hit, singeing through the paltry layers of the uniform jacket Poe was wearing. It didn’t seem life-threatening, to Finn’s eyes, but that blood in Poe’s teeth shouldn’t be there.

“We’re supposed to get back to the shuttle, remember?” he asked Poe, carefully yanking out a bacta-patch from one of his pockets and settling it on Poe’s wound under the jacket. “And then you had the gall to get shot, Dameron.”

Poe grinned, then grimaced. “Hey, when I said I’d take a bullet for you, I mean it. Maybe not quite so literally, but I meant it.”

Finn pressed hard on the edges of the bacta-patch, sealing them down. “I’d rather you hadn’t, you know.”

“Not your choice to make, buddy.”

Finn pressed his forehead to Poe’s, breathing in his unique scent of leather and starfighter in an effort to calm his nerves. Poe carefully threaded his hand into Finn’s hair and pressed back reassuringly.

“Hey,” said Poe. “I’ll make it, yeah?”

“You’re damn straight you will,” Finn growled, though the kiss he pressed to Poe’s lips was gentle. “At least we have a better gun now,” he said, grabbing the blaster that had dropped when he’d shoved the stormtrooper back.

Poe wrinkled his nose. “I’m not sure how I feel about you carrying the blaster that shot me.”

Finn grinned. “Think of it as poetic justice. Now come on.” He levered Poe off the ground, making sure to slide his arm under Poe’s left shoulder so as not to aggravate the wound. “We’re getting off this rock before you decide to do something ridiculous again.”

Their going was slow, broken up as it was by hiding from stormtrooper patrols and ducking back into shadowed alleyways at the slightest noise. But eventually they made it to within sight of the hangar where their shuttle was stored.

Of course, it was surrounded by troopers.

“At least they haven’t realized it’s a Resistance shuttle,” Poe gasped, his face a pasty, disconcerting white. He gratefully collapsed against the wall once Finn released him from his grip.

Finn could hear the wheeze in Poe’s voice from where he stood, and for a moment, he was back in armor again, feet buried in the sands of Jakku, with three lines of blood dripping into his viewport and the smell of it thick in his nostrils even through the helmet filters. Then Poe made a rude noise under his breath and Finn jolted back to reality.

“You know I love you, Finn, but sometimes the First Order is just too damned efficient.”

Finn snorted. “We are trained for that, you know. It was kind of important.” He glanced out at the squadron of troopers lazing in front of the spaceport. “But I see where you’re coming from.”

“You think BB-8 made it?” Poe’s voice was quiet.

By the spaceport, a dozen stormtroopers suddenly sat up, their hands on their weapons and one or two with their hands pressed against where their ears would be under the helmets. Like the ripples of a pond, the rest of the troopers jerked to alertness, pulling their blasters to their chests and scanning their immediate area.

“Fierfek,” Finn muttered, his eyes narrowing. “You know, Poe. I might be inclined to agree with you on this one. The First Order is too damned efficient.”

Poe didn’t answer.

Finn cursed, dropping to a crouch to check Poe’s pulse. The faint rise and fall of Poe’s chest was reassuring, but the faint gurgle on each exhale was definitely not.

Finn scanned the stormtroopers again, his hand falling to the bundle that had been tied to his belt for the better part of the past two months. It wasn’t finished yet, not by a long shot, but if it was the only way to get to that shuttle…

Two X-wings screamed by overhead, buzzing the buildings until little crumbs of rubble fell to the street below. For one startled moment, the entire street lay still. Then the stormtroopers jerked into motion like bugs on the underside of an unearthed rock, scattering into their speeders and taking off in the direction the X-wings had gone.

If Finn were anyone else, he would probably be immobile from relief, but he was himself, so he carefully slung Poe over his shoulder and made his way, slow and creeping, across the street into the spaceport.

Rey was waiting for him at the Millennium Falcon.

“Sorry we’re late,” she said, leading the way up the ramp and sweeping debris off the spare bunk in the rec area. “Had to bring in the fleet to fight off the star destroyers.” She pressed her hand against Finn’s shoulder as he settled Poe into the array of assorted med-gear the Falcon had to offer. “There’s a cruiser in orbit. He’ll be okay.”

I know, Finn thought, as Rey returned to the cockpit and lifted the Falcon to the sky.

There was indeed a cruiser in orbit, and after the fleet hyperspaced out of the system, Poe was transferred to the med bay. After only a week in bacta – “He got it easy compared to you,” Rey said conversationally on one of their vigils in the med bay – Finn woke up from a nap to find Poe staring at him bemusedly.

“This feels very strange,” he told Finn. “Me in the bed and you in the chair. I’m not sure I like it.”

Finn made a face. “I know I don’t.” He pressed his lips to Poe’s, relishing in the warm skin and pulse under his fingers. “So don’t do it again.”

Poe grinned, slow and easy. “Yes sir.”