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mascwhump · 3 years ago

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Trenches, Part 2

Chapter 1: Thoughts of a Dying Atheist

CW: smothering, disordered eating (implied), manhandling, concussion, needles, noncon drugging

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @mnmlover2002 @ashintheairlikesnow @tears-and-lilies @utopian819

"To make a long fucking story short," Mallory sighed as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were beginning to turn white. Nikolas turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Some kind of WikiLeaks knockoff got ahold of some emails and they're demanding money to keep them secret. We're hiding until the government negotiates," Mallory finally said. Rain pattered against the windshield, increasing in intensity as Mallory sped up.

There was nothing to be seen outside the window besides dirt, rocks, dead plants, and distant mountains. Mallory was fidgeting in his seat as he reached to turn on the radio. He was going over 100 miles per hour now, determined to make it to Reno before the sun went down. The desolate dirt road was filling him with anxiety.

He adjusted the rear view mirror to look into the backseat. Charlie was asleep with his head against the door. The hood of the Oxford hoodie hung over his eyes just enough to block out the light. Mallory put the mirror back in its place and flipped through the radio stations. The ones that had good connection weren't anything worth listening to.

Eventually, the signal fizzled out into nothing. Mallory let the static play. They soon reached Tonopah and pulled into a gas station. Charlie woke up when Mallory shut off the engine.

"Not a word, remember?" Mallory threatened quietly as they got out of the car. Charlie nodded.

"Good. You can get a snack and something to drink."

Nikolas had already disappeared inside the gas station. Charlie grabbed a bottle of Pepsi and a bag of Chex Mix before meeting Mallory at the register. He shoved his hands into the pocket of the hoodie, avoiding eye contact with the clerk. He could feel her eyes on him, examining the cut on his lip and the healing bruise on his brow. They finished the transaction and went back to the car, where Nikolas already pumping the gas.

Soon, they were off again. Charlie quietly nibbled on the Chex Mix and sipped his soda. It had been so long since he had junk food, never mind a soda. Nikolas was picking at pathetic salad while Mallory attempted to eat a protein bar one-handed. The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful, and Charlie had managed to sleep for most of it. They pulled up to the house an hour before sunset.

It was very industrial-looking, and sat on a hill. There was a view of the rest of Sparks and most of Reno. Mallory unlocked the door, and Charlie and Nikolas followed him inside. The pair froze when they heard footsteps coming toward them. Charlie was surprised to see Basil appear from the hallway.

"All clear, sir," Basil spoke. His eyes seemed to light up when he saw Charlie.

"Good, good. Alright. Nikolas, your room is down here, across from Basil's. Charlie, you're upstairs with me. Basil, I'm sending you into town to get some things," Mallory said as he walked into the kitchen, setting things down on the counter. He took a notepad out of a drawer and began making a list. He tore off the sheet and handed it to Basil, along with two-hundred dollars and his keys.

Basil glanced over the list before shoving it into his pocket. He left before Mallory could give him any new orders. Charlie stood awkwardly by the stairs as Nikolas went to his room and Mallory walked over to a window. He then felt something touch his leg, and looked down to find Sasha rubbing against his sweats.

"Sasha," Charlie said quietly as he leaned down to pick her up. He placed her on his lap as he sat down on the bottom steps.

"I missed you," he whispered. He could feel his throat tighten as tears formed in his eyes. Sasha snuggled against his hands as he pet her. It was the first bit of genuine affection he had received in months; it almost felt alien.

"She missed you," Mallory said as he reached for her. Charlie hadn't noticed him move. He whined against his will as Sasha was removed from his lap.

"You're really pathetic," Mallory jeered. He cradled Sasha in his arms as he walked back to the window. Charlie remained on the stairs until Basil returned with groceries. It was enough to feed the four of them for a week, maybe ten days if Charlie was given his usual portions.

"I'm going to have a bath. Nik, cook us something, will you?" Mallory said. Nikolas ended up making spaghetti. Charlie could tell he wasn’t very fond of cooking. After dinner, Charlie begrudgingly followed Mallory up the steps and into the bedroom. He stood awkwardly by the door.

“Just lie down somewhere. Not my bed, though,” Mallory said as he pulled back the sheets.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Charlie mumbled. Mallory stopped what he was doing and shot him a glare.

“Speak up if you’re going to talk to me like that. You know, you’re lucky I forgot your collar,” he hissed. Charlie let out a silent sigh and went to an empty corner of the room. He did his best to get comfortable, and he was grateful for the plush carpeting.

Mallory got into bed and shut off the light. He began to watch videos on his phone, much to Charlie’s annoyance. He just wanted to sleep. He did his best to block out the sound. After awhile, Mallory finally shut off the videos and settled. Charlie thought about grabbing a pillow and smothering him in his sleep.

Charlie was still wide awake long after Mallory had fallen asleep. He decided to creep downstairs to get a glass of water. Carefully, he stepped to the door and twisted the handle slowly. The door didn’t squeak, much to his relief. He slipped out of the door and down the steps successfully. He walked into the kitchen, but froze when he saw Nikolas there. Nikolas was sitting at the counter on his phone, eating a bowl of ice cream. He looked up and stared at Charlie for a moment before going back to what he was doing.

Charlie slowly continued to the cabinet where the glasses were. He kept glancing back at Nikolas as he got his water. He drank it quickly, practically chugging it before cleaning the glass and returning it to its place in the cabinet.

“Nikolas?” He said quietly. Nikolas looked up from his phone again.

“You won’t tell him, will you?” Charlie asked sheepishly. Nikolas shook his head.

Charlie went back upstairs and opened the door slowly. His blood ran cold when he saw Mallory sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Why’d you go downstairs?” He asked.

“I-I’m sorry, I just needed some water, and I didn’t want to wake you up by getting it from the bathroom,” Charlie replied. His grip on the door handle tightened as Mallory moved from the bed.

Charlie began to back out of the room as he was approached. He was nearing the stairs, and knew he couldn’t move any more.

“Then stay down there,” Mallory said. He pushed hard on Charlie’s shoulders, sending him backwards and down the stairs. Charlie hit the floor with a loud thud. His head smacked against the wood, causing his vision to double. Mallory went back into his room and slammed the door.

Charlie stayed where he was and fought back tears. His body was aching. His head began throbbing with sharp pains. He eventually tore his gaze away from the ceiling and looked over at Nikolas, who was staring at him. He then walked over, and shined the flashlight of his phone into Charlie’s eyes.

Nikolas nodded before going over to the couch and pointing at it. Charlie forced himself up, stumbling as he made his way to the couch. He sat down, and Nikolas shook his head. He gently pushed on Charlie’s shoulder to get him to lie down. After he did, Nikolas walked away. The room was spinning, and Charlie was becoming nauseated. He closed his eyes in attempt to stop the motion, but still felt as though he was on a boat.

He heard footsteps and opened his eyes again. Mallory was at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him. He eventually walked over and shined his own flashlight into Charlie’s eyes.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed, “your pupils are completely different sizes.” Nikolas returned with a syringe in his hand.

“No. I’m not wasting that on this,” Mallory protested.

Charlie began to gag and rolled off of the couch onto his knees. He got up as quickly as he could and rushed to the bathroom.

“Fine,” Mallory hissed, “give it to him.” Nikolas went to Charlie and gave him the serum. When they returned to the living room, Mallory was standing with his arms folded.

“I’m fucking exhausted. No more of this tonight. Come on,” Mallory said.

Charlie followed him back up the stairs. He went back into his spot in the corner and sat against the wall. Mallory fell asleep again quickly, while Charlie couldn’t even close his eyes. It wasn’t anything new for him. He hadn’t been able to sleep at night in months. He slept periodically throughout the day.

An hour passed, and Sasha began scratching at the door to be let out of the room. When Charlie opened it, Mallory woke up.

“Again?” He questioned.

“I’m letting her out,” Charlie said.

“I just want to fucking sleep,” Mallory groaned as he put his pillow over his head. Charlie’s mind drifted back to his earlier thought, and his heart raced. He could do it. The opportunity was there. He should have learned by now that taking risks never worked in his favor. But he hadn’t.

The first part was easy enough. He just pressed down as hard as he could. He wasn’t prepared for the struggle, though, and panicked. He had to get on top of Mallory to prevent him from moving any more. Mallory scratched at his arms hard enough to draw blood; it was dripping down, staining the pillow red.

Mallory was becoming weaker by the second. Charlie maintained his hold, until he looked over and saw Sasha looking at him from the floor. She let out a small meow, and a switch flipped in Charlie’s head. He abruptly stopped his assault and tore the pillow away. Mallory began violently choking in air. Charlie was frozen in place. Once Mallory had sufficient oxygen, he managed to flip Charlie onto the bed next to him, now becoming the one on top.

“What the hell was that?!” Mallory yelled as his fists sloppily rained down onto Charlie’s face. Charlie attempted to get words out, but only managed a few pained squeaks. Mallory got off of him after a few more seconds and rushed out of the room.

Charlie curled up into the fetal position with his hands covering his face. He was shaking violently now, and he couldn’t control his staggered breaths. Mallory soon returned to the room, and before Charlie could react, he felt a needle in his neck.

#easton’s unnamed story #oc #whump oc #whump #whump story #whumpee #whumper

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kornwarner · 3 years ago

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My Review of “Chalkboard Bungle”

Tonight I wanna talk about the Animaniacs episode “Chalkboard Bungle”. Sure, it might have the ugliest animation on a kids’ show, but I do enjoy it a lot. It’s on the number 1 spot on my list of favorite Animaniacs episodes.

In “Chalkboard Bungle”, Thaddeus Plotz hires a strict school teacher named Miss Flamiel to educate the Warner siblings. She finds them a complete pain in the ass to work with because she can’t teach them anything as the Warners couldn’t help but torment her.

I’m not going to lie, the episode did have some nice jokes but they were intended to be visual gags which they are BOTH, haha. Like when Miss Flamiel asks Yakko if he could conjugate, to which Yakko answers with “Who, me? I’ve never even kissed a girl.” And also when Yakko asks Miss Flamiel what else she’s got in her dress when she pulls a red marker out from her chest. Those jokes are ones that only ADULTS could understand since Animaniacs use those a lot (kinda like “Goodnight everybody!” and “HELLOOOOOO, NURSE!” for example. Those are the only ones I know but you get my point).

At one point the Warners do a parody of an early ‘90s Pepsi commercial which featured the late Ray Charles. And there, Wakko does a REALLY GOOD impersonation of Charles; Yakko and Dot wear yellow sparkling dresses to fit the scene. (Hang on for the whole climax of this episode, it’ll be a dozy.)

Let us not forget this scene. The way Wakko’s drawn here is SO hilarious. Plus, this is the ONLY TIME Wakko ever gets this angry. Nobody knows for sure what this kid is really capable of, because the scene cuts away before we even get to see what he DID.

I’ve got a lot and I do mean A LOT of screenshots of this scene that I want to share here but I can’t be arsed to compile them all into one post. So, have this instead.

Nice shot, but it’s wasted here. And is it just me, or does Wakko really look kinda big in proportion here?? But regardless, this is my FAVORITE scene in the entire episode. I think it might have been Wakko’s anger that put Miss Flamiel in that crate, but that’s just me.

And here’s a catch. At the end of the day, Ralph takes the Warners (who are supposedly in the crate) back to the water tower but it’s actually Miss Flamiel that’s in it, with the Warners disguised as her. “Recess!” Yakko says, and they run off. The episode ends with Miss Flamiel, who’s in the crate, being dropped into the water tower as she shouts and demands to be let out. “GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I’LL GIVE YOU AN ‘F’, DO YOU HEAR ME?! F, F, F, F, F!!!!”

Rating: Decent (9.5/10). I can’t say it’s the worst, but it’s alright and that’s good enough for me.

#I am bad at reviews #but at least i tried

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captain-josslett · 4 years ago

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Broken Melody - Part Six

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 3.2k+

Warnings: Smut (ish), Fluff

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: It’s the morning after the L-Corp New Year’s Eve Gala.

Okay... So I lied... This is the last part before the angst part comes in! Blame @finleyfray

As always B!D is named.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @thewitchandtheassassin, @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz

Lena woke on New Year's day with a smile on her face. Slowly she opens her eyes and realises someone is holding her. Carefully she looks behind and her smile grows when she sees a still sleeping Emma.

Last night hadn’t been a dream.

Emma’s arms are wrapped around Lena, holding her close and a strong thigh was nestled in between Lena’s legs. She carefully moves so she’s facing Emma, making sure not to jostle the blonde.

Her eyes move across Emma’s face, taking in every detail and she smiles softly. Still not believing the events of last night and the early hours of the morning took place. She blushes, remembering how she dragged Emma from the Gala. She hadn’t drunk much but obviously enough to boldly take the next step with the blonde. Honestly Lena feels like the luckiest woman in the world as she continues to watch Emma sleep.

“You know.” Emma’s voice, heavy from sleep at how much she screamed last night, speaks out. “Some find it creepy having someone watch them while they sleep?” Emma opens her eyes and gazes at the flustered raven haired beauty.

“Oh?” Lena raises an eyebrow.

Emma hums. “Luckily for you, I’m not one of them.”

“You’re not?”

Emma shakes her head. “No. Cause I’d probably do the same to you.” Emma smiles softly and reaches out and gently runs her fingers down Lena’s jaw. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Lena responds gently before leaning over and kissing Emma’s lips. They deepen the kiss and soon their moans fill the room.

A few hours later Emma is trying to gain her breath back when her stomach rumbles loudly.

“Someone’s hungry.” Lena laughs as she kisses Emma’s lips and removes her fingers from between the blonde’s legs.

“Well I am a Danvers.” Emma chuckles but pulls Lena back into a kiss.

“Come on.” Lena pulls back and gets off the bed. Grabbing Emma’s oversized hoodie she borrowed... stole, a while ago and puts it over her naked body. “I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend if I let you waste away.” Lena starts to walk out of the bedroom, not realising Emma had frozen mid roll out of the bed.

Emma’s eyes grew wide. “Girlfriend.” She whispers. Testing the word in her mouth. A bright smile graces her lips and she picks up another hoodie Lena borrowed... stole.

Making her way to the kitchen Emma can’t help but feel the butterflies fluttering around her stomach. She sits on the kitchen stool and watches Lena make lunch. They both laughed when they realised how late in the day it actually was.

A ping of Emma’s phone draws her attention away from the raven haired beauty. Looking around she sees her clutch by the door. On the floor by their discarded high heels. She quickly goes over and picks her clutch up as another message rings out. She walks slowly back to the stool as she looks through her many messages. Mainly from her sisters wanting to know if she’s coming to the Superfriends get together later tonight. It’s still basically a normal games night but Kara wanted to make it sound more special with it being New Year’s day.

The tone of Alex’s messages get more and more teasing the longer Emma doesn’t reply. She chuckles and starts writing a message to them.

Emma: Yes, Lena and I will be at the Games Night… I mean… The get together tonight.

Alex: She lives! Seriously I was getting worried something had happened to you.

Emma: Well…

Kara: Nope! Too weird! Don’t want to know!

Emma: Ah come on Kar!

Kara: You can tell Alex but leave me out of it!

Alex: Prude.

Kara: Am not!

Emma: Erm… Kind of agree with Alex on this one Kar. But I get you. Don’t worry I won’t make things awkward for you.

Kara: Thank you.

Alex: Speaking of awkward… Don’t tell Lena I plan on giving her the shovel talk as soon as I see her.

Emma: Uh oh! Please be nice!

Lena watches bemused as Emma’s facial expressions change with each message from her sisters.

“Love?” Lena says while leaning on the island.

“Yea?” Emma looks up and smiles brightly at her, causing Lena’s heart to melt.

“Lunch is ready.”

“Awesome!” Emma’s smile brightens at the thought of food and quickly messages her sisters that she will see them later and for Alex to not jump on Lena right away.

Alex: No promises.

Emma groans at Alex’s message. She puts her phone onto silent and places it with the screen facing down. She watches Lena dish up the pasta and her stomach rumbles again, causing Lena to smile.

“This smells so good Lee.”

“Thanks Love.” Lena places the food in front of Emma and her plate next to Emma. “Do you want any wine?”

“No thank you. Do you have some soda?”

“Sure.” Lena says while pouring a glass of wine for herself and grabbing a can of pepsi max from the fridge for Emma. Lena’s eyebrows rise when she sees the blonde waiting patiently for her.

“What?” Emma tilts her head as she takes the can from Lena.

“You waited for me.” Lena explains while turning her stool so she can see Emma better.

“Of course!” Emma laughs and picks up her fork.

“Your sisters wouldn’t.”

“Ah well, they don’t have my… What did you call it? My gentlewomanly charm?”

Lena snorts and they start to eat.

“Hmm Lee! What’s in this?”

“Pasta with passata, onion, garlic and herbs.” Lena lists off. “Something quick and easy to stop the hangry monster from making an appearance.”

“You’re my hero.” Emma declares passionately, causing Lena to smile at her. “Actually.” Emma places her fork on her plate. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Lena stops chewing for a moment at the seriousness of Emma’s tone. Swallowing she grabs her wine glass. “Oh?”

“Yea. Earlier you said you were my girlfriend.”

“I did.” Lena nods and searches Emma’s eyes. “Why? Does that bother you?”

“No! I mean, what we did last night and this morning… You know… Urgh!” Emma rubs her face as she tries to find the words. “How is it I can write award winning songs but not say what I want too?” Emma closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Opening them again she looks over at a nervous Lena. Immediately Emma reaches out and takes her hand. “No, Lee, don’t look like that. This is all good! I just… You know my relationships have never gone well or lasted long.” Emma looks down at their joined hands. “Not because I didn’t want them too… I just… Never felt enough for them. The beginning was always great but then they would stop communicating with me, or get jealous at my success.” Taking a deep breath she looks back up at the woman who has her heart. “But with you, things are already so different. With you I feel safe and like I could take on the world. I love you so much Lena Luthor and I know we haven’t spoken about… You know… making it official… But… Erm.”

Relief floods Lena’s body and she relaxes. Giving Emma a small smile she scoots her stool closer and takes both of Emma’s hands in hers. “I love you too and you have helped me grow so much since I’ve met you. You made me see the world in a new and wonderful way and… Emma Danvers, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

Tears slip out of Emma’s eyes and she laughs. “That was so cheesy!”

“I know!” Lena laughs as tears fall down her cheeks too.

“Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend Lena Luthor.” Emma says softly and wipes the tears from Lena’s face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Lena tilts forward and kisses Emma’s lips. They pull apart for air and continue eating while holding each other’s hand.

“Oh, and expect a shovel talk from both Kara and Alex. Mainly Alex.” Emma tries to say lightly.

“I figured as much.” Lena chuckles.

“Kara has already given me a shortened version.”

“Really? When?” Lena asks intrigued as she takes a sip of her wine.

“Erm… After the Christmas party.”

Lena’s eyebrows rise.

“I might have told them how I feel about you when they cornered me about the kiss we had under the mistletoe and I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have but as you know Alex can be very persuasive especially when she can kill you multiple ways with one finger and-”

“Em, love, it’s okay, I’m not mad.” Lena cups Emma’s face to stop her panicked blabbering. “I know you have a close relationship with your sisters and I wouldn’t change that for anything.”

The blonde takes a deep breath and smiles in relief.

They finish their meal and Emma stands to start cleaning up.

“Love, you don’t need to do that.” Lena tries to protest.

“You cooked Lee.” Emma kisses Lena’s lips as she passes. Carefully she loads the dishwasher and turns it on. “Well.” Emma turns towards Lena and smirks at her. “I don’t know about you, but I could do with a shower.” Slowly she pulls her hoodie off and walks backwards towards Lena’s bedroom. “Do you wanna join me?”

Lena doesn’t answer but immediately stands, discards Emma’s other hoodie and follows the blonde into the en-suite.

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The new couple climb the stairs up to Kara’s apartment. Both giggling at how the delivery boy almost dropped all the pizza’s when he saw Emma holding the door open for him. Emma made sure to give him an extra tip and gave a few of the boxes to Lena to carry up while she carried mostly all of them.

When they get to Kara’s door Emma kicks it a few times to get someone to open it. The weight of the pizza’s getting more and more heavy with each second.

“Pizza!” Kara yells when she opens the door.

“Well I can see where my sister’s love lies.” Emma grumbles as the boxes are taken from her hands by the excited blonde. She turns and takes the few boxes from Lena’s arms and follows Kara to the table and places them down.

“Did you pay for this?” Alex asks while walking towards Emma to give her a hug.

“Nah I stole them.” Emma says sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.” Alex laughs while pulling away to grab a slice.

“Yea, yea.” Emma shoves her playfully shoulder into Alex who shoves right back.

“Be grateful you got the pizza at all.” Lena laughs while grabbing a plate.

“What do you mean?” Kelly asks.

“The Pizza boy almost toppled with them when he saw Emma!” Lena laughs remembering the sight.

“I seriously thought he was going to faint!” Emma shakes her head and smiles at her friend… Girlfriend.

Alex leans over to her and whispers. “What’s that smile for?”

“What smile? I’m just smiling.” Emma shrugs and tries to move away from her eldest sister but Alex follows her.

“Uh huh. Your smile grew.”

“I… Er… Kara, you might as well come over as you’re listening in.” Emma mumbles and the other blonde skips over to them.

“What’s up?” Kara smiles brightly.

“Emma’s smile grew.” Alex tilts her head and Emma looks past her at Lena. Who is chatting with Sam and Kelly and tries to look casually over at the sisters. They make eye contact and Emma’s face lights up.

“There it is again!” Alex looks behind her and sees Lena. Who quickly averts her eyes and tries to hide her own smile.

“Yea and your heart rate increased.” Kara nods while taking another bite of her pizza.

Emma sighs, remembering what Lena said earlier about not minding how Emma shares with her sisters. “Lena asked me to be her girlfriend.” Emma says quietly.

Kara squeals loudly causing all the Superfriends to look at the sisters. “Oh my gosh!” She superspeeds her plate on the coffee table and lifts Emma into the air in a tight hug.

“Kara… Can’t… Breathe!” Emma gasps out but laughs when she’s placed back on the floor.

“Sorry! I’m just so happy for you and Lena!” Kara gushes.

“Thanks Kar.” Emma smiles and then realises Alex hasn’t said anything. She turns to where Alex was standing. “Uh oh.” Emma’s smile drops and she quickly looks towards the kitchen. Alex has cornered Lena and Emma starts to move to get to her girlfriend.

“Wait.” Kara grabs Emma’s hand as she listens in. “It’s okay Em.”

“Is she being too harsh?” Emma asks worriedly, looking between her sister’s and Lena.

“She’s being Alex.” Kara shrugs and picks her plate up again. Offering Emma a slice which the blonde takes, not taking her eyes off Lena.

“Has she said the line of knowing how to kill someone with her little finger?”

“Yup.”

“Of course she did…” Emma rolls her eyes and chews on the pizza.

“I hear congratulations are in order?” Kelly and Sam grin as they approach the two blondes.

“I guess you’re right.” Emma tears her eyes away from Lena to look at her two friends.

“Now Emma.” Sam clears her throat and Emma starts feeling more nervous. “As Lena’s longest and dearest friend I feel I need to say, that if you ever, ever hurt her. I will hunt you down and make you wish you’d never been born.”

Emma’s eyes go wide at the scary tone Sam’s voice took. Even Kara is startled and freezes her chewing, especially remembering how Reign sounded.

“I promise I won’t.” Emma tries to reassure the brunette.

“Good!” Sam smiles, happy with Emma’s answer and gives the blonde a hug. “I’m really happy for the both of you.”

“Same. Took us months of planning to get you together.” Kelly laughs as she gives Emma a hug too.

Emma pulls back and blinks at Kelly. “Wait, what?”

“On our first date Alex was telling me about her family and she mentioned how you and Lena are really close. When I saw how close you were, we devised a plan to get you together. We’ve been trying for a while but it only succeeded a week ago.”

“The mistletoe!” Emma quickly turns to Kara who has a look of slight panic on her face so she quickly shoves the rest of her pizza into her mouth so she can’t talk. Emma glares at her sister before looking back at an amused Kelly and Sam. “Well… Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Kelly smiles brightly at her girlfriend’s baby sister.

“What are you welcoming Emma about?” Alex appears by Kelly’s side and kisses her cheek.

As Kelly starts to explain Emma quickly looks for Lena and finds her nursing a glass of red wine in the kitchen. She narrows her eyes at her oldest sister and rushes over to her girlfriend.

“Hi love.” Emma whispers softly as she wraps her arms around Lena and lays her head on Lena’s shoulder.

Lena smiles faintly and turns to face her girlfriend. She lifts her arms and holds them behind Emma’s head. Emma searches Lena’s green eyes to see if she got affected by what Alex said. “That’s my line.” Lena says gently.

“Well, I did think about your pet name. Stuff like princess, babe, beautiful, but love just feels right.”

“Yes, princess doesn’t really suit me.” Lena scrunches up her nose.

“Yea you're more a Queen than anything.”

Lena smiles and kisses Emma. “And what does that make you?”

“Your humble servant?” Emma kisses her back, momentarily forgetting about the other people in the room. Who mainly avert their eyes. Other than Kara who watches with a huge smile on her face.

“No, you are too important to be a lowly servant.” Lena rests her head against Emma's forehead. “You are my Queen.”

“Aww!” Kara’s voice calls out and Emma and Lena turn their heads to look at the blonde. Who blushes in embarrassment and tries to look busy talking to Nia.

Emma and Lena both chuckle before looking back at each other.

“I hope Alex wasn’t too harsh to you?” Emma asks while gently running her fingers against Lena’s jaw.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Hey love birds!” Alex yells, catching their attention. “We’re ready to do the New Year crap stuff before we play a game.”

Kara huffs while sitting on the floor by the coffee table. Emma reaches her hand down to Lena’s and hovers there. Lena smiles and takes her hand, weaving her fingers through.

“Pass a few cushions over please?” Emma asks as they have to sit on the floor due to all the seats being taken by the time they get over to the coffee table. When they settle Lena immediately rests her head on Emma’s shoulder.

“So, due to L-Corp’s Gala last night we weren’t able to do the tradition of saying a highlight of this… last year and something we hope for next… this year.” Kara’s forehead scrunches up in confusion.

“Don’t hurt yourself there Kara.” Emma laughs and Kara throws her pillow at her. Which Emma catches easily, knowing what the blonde would do.

“Who wants to go first?” Sam asks looking around.

“I think our new love birds should do it.” Nia smiles at Emma and Lena while snuggling into Brainy.

Emma turns to Lena. Emma could see Lena felt uncomfortable so she squeezed the raven haired beauty’s hand. “Me first?”

“Sure.”

“So…” Emma thinks quickly about everything she’s done over the year. “Okay… This is actually quite hard! Cause winning the Grammy’s and other awards was a definite highlight. Travelling the world is always a plus. But, I think, realising I am in love with my best friend, tops everything.” Emma pulls Lena’s hand up to her lips and kisses it. Lena looks down feeling slightly overwhelmed by her emotions.

“That’s so disgustingly sweet! I’m getting cavities!” Alex yells dramatically and everyone laughs, including Lena. Who looks back up and quickly kisses Emma’s lips

“What do you hope for the year ahead?” Kelly asks intrigued.

Emma tilts her head. “Hmm. I mean there’s so much that’s going to happen. The American tour with Axis, my solo album which will most likely lead to another tour… On my own.” Emma frowns. “That’s weird to think about.”

“Won’t you have a band with you though?” Sam asks, tilting her head in wonder.

“Yea, I guess. It’s just weird thinking it will be new people. The auditions should be fun though!” Emma smiles lightly. “But, what I hope for in this New Year is… For things to remain as they are. I mean I get to do something I love as a job, I have the greatest friends in the world, the best sisters in the world and I found a love I never thought possible.”

“Awww!!” Kara, Nia, Sam and Kelly say in unison and Lena smiles softly.

“Serious cavities.” Alex rolls her eyes but flinches when Sam whacks her. “Ow!”

“Behave.” Sam laughs and Kelly kisses Alex’s cheek when the redhead pouts.

The Superfriends go round telling their highlights and what they hope for. Emma listens with a smile and continues to hold Lena’s hand. For Emma, she couldn’t wish for anything more.

(Part Seven)

#supergirl tv #supergirl #supergirl imagine #supergirl fanfic #supergirl baby danvers #supergirl fanfiction #lena luthor x baby danvers #alex danvers x baby danvers #kara danvers x baby danvers #lena luthor imagine #alex danvers imagine #kara danvers imagine #b!d #baby danvers

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plaidbooks · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love your work and I’m in serious need for some hurt/comfort..Can you do prompts 9. “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? 11. “I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?” with Sonny please? Thanks!!

Assaulted

A/N: Oof, this was a request! The first part was based off of that one episode (I think when they find out about Noah’s dad) where Sonny’s undercover at a sex trafficking party and focusing on asses...I mean, same dude, but come on. There wasn’t a whole lot of comfort at the end of this, but assume that they work it out.

Tags: sexual assault, mentions of sex trafficking

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You grit your teeth, nostrils flared as you watched the video feed in the NYPD van. The feed was zeroed-in on a woman’s ass, a tight dress pulled across her curves, as she danced with a john. Amanda, who was seated at the controls in front of you, subtly glanced at you, then at Olivia.

“Maybe we should remind Carisi that we’re seeing this, too,” Amanda suggested in a soft voice. Olivia nodded, shooting you an apologetic look. But you were still glaring at the screen, your arms crossed over your chest, fingers digging into your arms. You and Sonny had disclosed your relationship to the department, and while you knew he’d never cheat on you, he also had a wandering eye that you weren’t fond of…and this wasn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at another woman’s butt.

The camera feed moved down to Sonny’s phone, Olivia’s message on the screen telling him to stop taking in the sights. He quickly tucked his phone away, going back to scanning the johns at the party.

“When can we move in?” you asked tersely. You wanted tonight over with, partly because you wanted to bust this sex trafficking ring, but mostly because Sonny now knew he was in the doghouse, and the make-up sex would be mind-blowing.

Olivia glanced at you before her eyes returned to the screen. “We need just a little bit more,” she replied. But you never got to find out what else Liv was looking for, not when a scuffle broke out and a gun was being brandished. You, Olivia, Amanda, and an army of officers stormed the party, making arrests and getting the girls out of there.

Olivia gave you the pleasure of arresting Sonny, who rose his hands and said a very sincere, “I’m sorry,” to you as you cuffed him, leading him out the door.

*********************

Once at the station, Sonny apologized profusely, begging for your forgiveness, and promising to go to confession for it.

“Look, Son, what’s done is done.” You sighed, closing your eyes. “As long as it’s only looking, and nothing else—”

“Of course! I’d never cheat on you, doll. I love you, and I’ll prove it to you when we get home, just how much I love you,” Sonny replied, giving you a heated kiss. You resisted a moment before melting into his touch, kissing him back just as fiercely. It wasn’t like you didn’t look at attractive people as they walked by. Besides, you trusted Sonny with your life.

Slowly, you pulled out of his embrace. “Come on; we gotta go interview the girls,” you said, pulling him towards an interrogation room. You opened the door, Sonny following close behind you, but you paused for the briefest moment—the woman you were interviewing was the one that Sonny had been checking out at the party.

She seemed surprised to see Sonny there, no longer in his baggy, undercover attire, but in his crisp suit he normally wore to work. “What’s going on here?” she asked.

You gave her a warm smile, despite the anger that you were shoving down. What did she have that you didn’t? “We’re going after your pimp, and we’d like your help,” you explained. She looked doubtful, and you continued, “we can keep you safe; you never have to go back to that hell.”

“You can’t keep me safe,” she replied in a small voice. Then, louder, “and besides, I liked my life just how it was. Now let me go…before….”

“Before your pimp beats you?” you finished for her. You sighed; this was getting you nowhere. “Look, why don’t you tell us your name, first? I’m [Y/N], and this is Sonny,” you gestured to Sonny, who was still standing next to you, watching the interaction, waiting for an opening. Either this woman would be completely against talking to a man, or she’d do anything he’d ask…and Sonny was still trying to gauge her. But you noticed how her eyes sparkled when they slid over his tall form, and you clenched your jaw.

Finally, she looked back to you. “I’m thirsty. Got pepsi or something in this place?” she asked with an annoyed voice.

You gave her a hard look, and Sonny said, “yeah, we do.” Not taking his eyes off the woman’s face, he suggested softly, “[Y/N], why don’t you grab her a drink, eh?”

You told yourself over and over again that this was simply an interrogation tactic, that Sonny was playing her. But you were still seeing red as you left the room, heading for the vending machine.

“He’s just doing his job,” Olivia said as you came back, leaning against the glass and watching, listening.

“I know,” you replied, coming to stand next to her. Sonny had moved to lean against the table in the middle of the room, standing directly in front of the woman, close enough to touch her. You took this time to really look at her; her long, straight, brown hair, her small, perky breasts, her impossibly long legs, and her butt that Sonny had been so enraptured by. All of this was wrapped in a skin-tight, black dress that barely covered her chest and ended mid-thigh; though, the material was hiked up since she was sitting.

“We really can protect you,” Sonny was saying softly to her.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, with her big doe eyes. “I bet you could protect me…but I don’t trust the police, Son….” She ran her fingertips over his thigh, and you’d seen enough. You made your way to the door with her soda, ripping it open. Sonny had the decency to look embarrassed, standing up straight from the table, but the woman just smiled knowingly at you.

“Here’s your pepsi,” you spat, placing it down hard in front of her. But before you could say anything else, Olivia was at the door, pulling you and Sonny out, but you could hurt your chances for information because of your anger.

“What the fuck was that?” you half-yelled at Sonny as the door closed behind him.

He put his hands up in surrender. “What? I got information from her, something that wasn’t happening with both of us, there!”

“Oh? And what information did you get, huh?”

Sonny went on the defensive, his voice rising to match yours. “I got her name, I got the name of her pimp, and I got when and where the next party is!”

You glared at him, pissed he was able to seduce information from her. “How do you know she’s not playing you—”

“Enough you two,” Olivia ordered, her voice cutting through yours. She waited a moment before continuing, “we’ll look into what Emma told you. We’re also going to put her in protective custody until we get her pimp, which Sonny found out is named Clayton.” You nodded, trying to let your rage and jealousy drain from you, but it wasn’t going away so easily. “Now go home; it’s been a long night. I’ll see you two in the morning.”

********************

It had been a week since the bust at the party, since the night Emma had come into the precinct. You and Sonny had worked through it; it was an interrogation technique, to flirt for information. And Sonny reassured you—with his words, his mouth, his fingers, and every other part of him—that he loved you and only you.

But nothing, nothing, could prepare you for when you had left for the day, realized you had forgotten your jacket, and rushed back in, only to find Emma pushing Sonny against the lockers, kissing him. His hands were on her shoulders, and as you watched, she wrapped a leg around his waist.

“What the fuck?!” you screamed. Turning on your heel, you headed for the door, needing fresh air, and to get that image out of your head.

Sonny pushed Emma off him, his voice calling out your name as he followed you. “[Y/N]! Come back, please! Talk to me…let me explain—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you retorted, your voice venomous. You made it outside, Sonny right behind you.

“Please, doll, let me—”

You whipped around to glare at him, pointing a finger into his face. “No Dom! Just, no. I’m done, I’m….” Tears appeared in your eyes, and you cursed yourself for crying. You didn’t want to waste tears on him when you were fuming. In a soft voice, barely audible above the hustle and bustle of NYC, you murmured, “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

You watched Sonny’s heart break in his chest, his face falling and tears appearing in his own eyes. “Of course, you did—you do. You’re…you’re everything—”

“Well, you have a funny way of showing it,” you replied, waving down a cab. Sonny could do nothing but stand and watch as you got in, the cab pulling away from the curb.

*******************

Sonny texted and called you a few times over the next few days. You ignored him, trying to work through your anger so that you could at least be levelheaded when you talked to him next. But not being able to go to work, and living in a fucking hotel room, wasn’t helping your rage. You had thought about going to your shared apartment when Sonny was at work, but the thought on packing things up filled you with dread. So, you waited, trying to work through your emotions.

Suddenly, there was a knock at your door, Sonny’s voice coming through it. “[Y/N], I know you’re in there. Come on, let’s talk.” You folded your arms across your chest stubbornly, not moving from your bed. You could hear him sigh, then say something muffled to someone else. There was a beep, and then your door was opened, the hotel manager having let him in.

“Fucking really? Take a hint, Dom—”

“Please, just…please listen,” Sonny said, coming into your room and closing the door behind him. You glared daggers at him, ignoring the way your heart strained at seeing him. He looked haggard; his face scruffy, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess, his Henley untucked and stained.

“Fine. What do you want to say?” you spat, trying to hang onto that anger that was quickly fleeing at the sight of his defeated form.

“I—I loved you, still do, with all my heart—”

“Then why did you let her get in between us?” you asked softly, and the fight drained from you as he winced, as if you had hit him.

Sonny looked crestfallen. “I—I didn’t, though. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you; Emma…she—she assaulted me…not that I’m pressing charges, but I swear to you—”

“And you expect me to believe that? After you were ogling her? Flirting with her?”

He cleared his throat. “I can prove it. There’re security cameras in the locker room…. I—Liv already showed me the footage.” Sonny’s shoulders slumped, and he looked at the floor. “Ya know, we’ve had so many victims tell us that they…that they freeze. And I never really understood that until now…. When—when Emma pushed up against me…when she kissed me, I—I froze. I couldn’t bring myself to shove her….”

You scrutinized Sonny, trying to see any trace of a lie, but you only found a sad, remorseful man. “Fine. Show me,” you said, getting up.

********************

The ride to the precinct was quiet, the wait for TARU to pull up the footage even quieter, tension thick in the air. You watched with wide eyes as Emma entered the precinct, just after the elevator doors closed behind you—she had taken the stairs. She had quickly found Sonny, started touching him: his arms, his chest. Being the good detective he was, Sonny tried to gently stop her, push her away. You watched as he led her to an interview room, then he left to go to the vending machine, presumably to get her a drink. On his way back, Emma had cornered him in the locker room, which you had to pass through to get to the vending machine. She reached out to touch Sonny’s chest, but he gave her a little shove, obviously losing patience with her. And that’s when she flung herself onto him, kissing him, and he stumbled backwards from the force of her body colliding with his. He was pressed against the lockers, and he dropped the can of soda, his hands hanging limply for a moment. Then his hands went to her shoulders, and he tried to push her, but she latched on tighter, pulling herself closer.

You watched, tears in your eyes as you appeared in the doorway, catching Emma sexually assaulting your boyfriend, and blaming him for it. You could feel Sonny’s gaze on your face as you watched the screen, even as TARU stopped the playback. Your heart was in your throat, and you tried to swallow past the lump.

“D-Dominick…I’m so…” you started, but he cut you off with a hug, his arms pulling you tightly to his chest.

“I know—I get it, okay? I understand,” he murmured into your hair. You hugged him back, sobbing softly into his chest.

“I love you, Dom…I’m so sorry, baby. I love you,” you whispered, tugging him impossibly closer.

“I love you, too, sweetheart; I would never cheat on you, ever.” Sonny’s long fingers stroked your hair. “Come on, come home with me, please. I’ve missed you so much.”

You were already nodding against him. “I’ve missed you, too.” You both headed out of the precinct, an arm wrapped possessively around each other. “I’m gonna punch Emma in the face next time I see her,” you promised.

Sonny laughed. “That’s fair…. At least she gave up her pimp.”

“Yeah, but I don’t share.”

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #Anonymous

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colorfullfalls · 4 years ago

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Blasting air

Summary: You like to keep the air on high in your room so that when Embry comes over you can soak up his heat. Embry slowly catches on and that only makes him more smug about how you are slowly falling in love with him as much as he is with you.

Embry Call x Reader

Embry freaking Call took up most of your thoughts now a days. Growing up with him caused you two to have a tightly bound friendship, and when he shifted he immediately imprinted, finalizing the fact that you two were soulmates. It happened because he accidentally ran into you three days after he shifted and one gaze in your eyes and he knew he was a goner. He loved you before in a sheepish nerdy way before he shifted. He used to lend you his hoodies so that he got them back it smelled like you. He used to send you any song that remotely reminded him of you. He used to drop over in the evenings with a milkshake from the close by store that he knew would make your day. He was protective over boys who could potentially break your heart and especially hated your ex who didn’t treat you like he could’ve.

So when he imprinted on you, all of that intensified.

He didn’t tell you that you were his imprint because he didn’t want you to feel obliged to be with him. He assumed in time the pull would bring you two together soon enough. You always had a bit of a crush on the boy growing up but pushed it to the back of your mind out of fear of ruining a friendship. You didn’t think highly of yourself and didn’t believe that he would ever think of you romantically. But now he was always on your mind.

You knew about him being a wolf because he let you in on that part so that he could see you more by brining you to pack gatherings. During his patrols you wasted time by watching cartoons on Hulu. Half the time you would fall asleep, but before you laid down you were sure to blast the air on in your room and crawl under the blankets. You loved feeling crisp cold air but being warm at the same time. It heightened even more when Embry became a self heater.

His touch gave you goosebumps regularly, but when he climbed under the blankets with you with his warm skin touching your cold skin, you never felt more bliss.

It was nine and you were not tired in the slightest. If anything you were beyond restless because you just wanted to see Embry. Being away from him for hours while being completely alone was horrible. You hanging out with friends and family without Embry was fine, but being alone and missing him made your whole chest feel like it was on fire with ache.

Feeling restless, you groggily walked downstairs and made yourself a cup of tea. Gentle air blew in the window above the sink reminding you that summer was still alive outside of your house. Embry’s truck rumbled into the driveway shutting off with a soft roar. Within seconds your tea was hastily set on the counter as you ran to open the door and wait. You leaned against the frame as he shuffled out of his truck and made his way to the door.

“Welcome back,” you greeted. Embry’s lips quirked upwards to form his charming smile that always made you feel like the world was going to be okay. His smile washed away the worries of global warming and politics for moment being. Legend says that soulmates give off calm and content feelings, not anxiety like you experienced with past boys. You knew in your heart that the boy climbing your front porch steps in the glow of the moon was it for you. Sometimes you wished he felt the same.

“Didn’t know the Y/L/N’s hired a doorman...” his body halted before the entrance, his eyes soaking you up after being away all day.

“All the good ones were placed already, so they had to settle with me. Luckily for them, I am willing to stand in the rain without charging more.” You went on.

“Oh yeah? And what are they paying? Maybe this is something I want in on.”

Your lips twitched, “Two golden dragon teeth per day. Personally, I tried to bargain for three but the resident refused to budge. My humble manor allowed for me to reside with what I was offered.”

Embry laughed as you moved back to let him inside. You watched him with doe eyes as he slipped his shoes off and turned back around, “You watch too many medieval shows, Miss “dragon teeth for payment” Y/N.”

You shrugged at him, “Forks doesn’t allow for much more than that. I’m waiting to hear back from that guy about babysitting so it’s not like I have anything else to do while you are on patrol.”

“He still hasn’t called you back yet?”

“No.”

His brown eyes gazed into yours as his mouth down turned into a pout of sorts. Embry’s neighbor needed a babysitter and when he referred Y/N, the man seemed thrilled so for him to not call her back was weird and honestly rude.

“Fuck him, I’ll speak to him tomorrow. There’s no reason he should make you wait this long. Hold up, is that sandwich for me?” He distracted himself by pointing to the very sandwich you had made for yourself before he arrived.

You chuckled at his excitement over a sandwich, “It’s all yours.”

“Dope,” He kissed your cheek before grabbing it and taking a large bite. In that time you grabbed him a Pepsi from the fridge and handed it to him. He mumbled a thanks as his legs carried him towards the usual hangout spot that was your room. He put the Pepsi bottle on the bed stand as he climbed in to sit against the wall. You followed suit and sat close beside him, soaking up his heat from inches away. This was by far the favorite part of your day. The air was blasting, you were cold, and your goal was to selfishly get snuggled.

Embry finished the sandwich and his hands twitched on his lap because his thoughts were doing back flips at the idea of touching you. His heart thudded in his chest and rang in his ears as his cells longed to be invaded by you. His skin yearned to be brushed against yours in any way. Waiting to tell you was like a daily punishment because he had to hold himself back when he really didn’t want to. And against his will it was getting harder to resist. Especially since you entered a new habit of blasting your air so that you could lay on him. He wasn’t daft, he was well aware that the imprint was taking a toll on you too. He wanted things to be natural, but it was almost to the point where one of you had to verbally say it.

For you, it was nerve wrecking. In your mind you knew that Embry felt the same way because what teenage boy doesn’t talk to any other girls, comes over every night, spoils you, helps you with anything, and let’s you in on a little secret of being able to turn into a full wolf. You didn’t doubt that the would accept the new stage, it was the process of getting there that you feared. Seeing him sit so handsomely beside you... the time was now.

Your arms encircled his left arm as you leaned against him, both thumbs moving soothing circles on his burning skin. Your eyes looked so earnestly into his that he thought he was going to be the one to melt. You turned your body so that you were more so in front of him. His large hands easily allowed yours to grasp them in between your smaller ones.

“You’re my best friend.” You whispered.

Embry’s heart was beating so loud he was sure that you could hear it without super senses. Such a simple phrase sounded so utterly intimate coming from your lips.

“You’re mine too.”

“I think we’re meant to be more than that because I love you more than anyone else.”

Embry’s hands pulled you closer, his nose rubbing affectionately against yours. Your eyes closed in anticipation as you found yourself leaning forward into your arms. Embry’s hands left yours to cup both sides of your face. His lips brushed against yours softly, making you melt into him. He abruptly pulled away, much to your dismay.

“Embry.” You whined.

His cheeks were flushed as he smiled sheepishly at you, “I’d at least like to go on a date first.”

You blushed, “You’re such a gentleman.”

“A gentleman that will pay for the date with his fifteen golden dragon teeth.” He teased, moving you guys so that you could cuddle under the warm blankets.

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed out.

You and Embry laid in silence after that, just soaking up laying together. Cuddling wasn’t a new habit but as a new couple it was. Embry knew that he would explain imprinting very soon, but tonight he just wanted to lay with you.

#twilight imagine #embry call #embrycallimagine #embry call imagine

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cakesunflower · 5 years ago

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Who’s Gonna Love You Like Me? [Brother’s Best Friend!Calum AU] Part 3

A/N: A HUUUUUUUGE thank you to @ohhoneyofmine for literally co-writing a big chunk of this chapter. It really couldn’t have been done without her🥺

Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2

An important note about this part: This whole chapter is a flashback scene, in which you finally found out what went down between Calum and Josie that was being referenced in the previous parts. So remember: this whole thing is a flashback and takes place about 2-3 months prior to the real time story!! Next part jumps back into present time!

Josie saw him the moment he entered the diner, standing tall in the doorway of the mom-and-pop located a few minutes off campus she frequented with her friends. Although she recognized his favorite leather jacket and rings glimmering under the lights, it took Josie a second to recognize him—what with the fact that his hair had grown out since she last saw him, and that he was practically dead on social media. Her jaw dropped in obvious surprise, absently raising her hand to get his attention, which she earned right away as his eyes landed on her from behind his sunglasses and he made his way over.

A startled laugh escaped Josie as Calum neared her, getting up and mirroring his grin as he opened his arms to pull her in for a hug. “Hi,” she greeted through her smile, chin resting on his shoulder as she felt his arms wrap around her waist. A familiar, fresh and woodsy scent tickled her nose over the smell of French fries and burgers, closing her eyes briefly as she took in the feel of Calum. Familiar and comforting. “When the hell did your hair get so long?”

She heard him chuckle, the sound deep and warm, as they pulled away. He took off his sunglasses, revealing dark brown eyes alight with amusement, as he settled on the chair across from her. Josie was raising her eyebrows at him in incredulity, gaze tilted upwards at the dark curls that sat artistically tussled atop his head. Last she saw him in person, his hair was somewhat shorter and straighter, a bit of a one-eighty to what it was now. Still unfairly attractive, though, no doubt about it.

“Wanted to change things up a bit, let it grow out,” Calum told her with a shrug, smile still present as he hung his sunglasses from the neckline of his shirt. He ran his fingers through the curls, raising an eyebrow as his full lips puckered into a pout. “You really don’t like it?”

Josie shot him a look, his pout splitting into a grin as she picked up the menu. “I like it,” she told him with a roll of her eyes. “Curls suit you.”

Calum’s features set into an endeared smile. “Thanks, Jos.”

She smiled before snickering as she picked up the menu. “Thank God you grew out of that emo haircut phase. The fringe was horrendous.”

A huff of laughter escaped him, shaking his head in fond amusement. “Fucking hell.” It only made Josie’s smile wider.

The two of them ordered their drinks and food, and as they waited, Josie watched as Calum folded his arms on top of the square table, dark eyes wandering around as he took in his surroundings. It was one of Josie’s favorite places to come, with their red booths and stools at the long counter, a window looking into the kitchen where the cooks bustled with activity. The blinds for the windows were pulled all the way up, allowing for the early afternoon sunlight to brighten up the place, black and white checkered floors sleek and classic movie posters framed on the walls.

“It’s a nice place,” Calum commented after the waitress dropped off their drinks, and Josie felt herself smiling at his approval as his dark eyes met her blue. She mirrored his position, arms folding on top. “D’you come here a lot?”

“Mhm,” Josie nodded, her own gaze briefly wandering as if she as here for the first time. “It’s nearby and the food’s great, so we come here a lot.”

With a quirk of his eyebrow, Calum brought his glass towards him, guiding the straw towards his mouth as he asked, “We as in you and Austin?” before taking a sip.

Josie felt herself tense in her chair, muscles tightening and fingers digging into her arms. The smile fell from her face, chin lowering in a feeble attempt of hiding her sudden change in demeanor. She didn’t want to think about Austin, or acknowledge the general thoughts of her being completely alone and the small hole he had left. Three months, generally speaking, wasn’t too long to be with someone. And yet at the end of it, there was a pain that still existed and settled heavily in Josie’s heart.

She rolled her lips into her mouth, leaning back in the chair as she took in a breath, willing herself to bring the smile back onto her face before Calum noticed. Of course, that was easier said than done, given that she was sitting across from one of the most observant people she knew. And the second the smile had disappeared from her face, his eyebrows drew together as he sat up, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her curiously.

“Hey, what?” Calum asked, and she recognized the concern swimming in his eyes. It was comforting.

Josie let out a small laugh. “Nothing, nothing,” she said with a shake of her head, offering a shrug. She dropped her gaze to her glass of Pepsi as she dragged it closer to herself. “Austin and I broke up, so, y’know—not coming here with him anymore,” she explained with a smile that attempted to mask the ache of her recent break up.

Calum’s frown eased in realization, taking a breath as he licked his lips. Sympathy softened his features as he said, “I’m sorry, Jos.”

“It’s fine,” she quickly assured with a shake of her head. And it was. Though her heart hurt, Josie knew, selfishly, it wasn’t because of losing Austin. It was more so the loss of the companionship she had within that relationship. Someone to care for who cared about her. Already she missed the tranquility of holding someone’s hand, the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the thought of going on a date just to enjoy each other’s company. Was it wrong that Josie missed all of those things with someone? Not Austin, specifically. Just missed the idea of those concepts. Not that anyone could blame her; her relationship with Austin had quickly devolved, ultimately leading to the break up. “Really. We just—we weren’t working, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Calum sounded. Like he agreed. Like he knew exactly what she was talking about. And maybe he did. He knew her well enough. He lifted his chin, eyes on hers. “You’re better off without him, pretty girl.”

Josie raised her eyebrows, stirring her drink with the straw. The warmth of his eyes was inviting, as always, brown eyes a velvet and deep and so easy to get lost in. She felt the breath catch in her throat, the endearing term easily slipping past his lips without a thought. Nicknames weren’t new. He’d called her sweet things before. And they never had her momentarily freezing before. She focused on rest of his statement, not just the two words that demanded her acknowledgment. “You sound so sure about that,” she murmured. Josie desperately wanted to believe Calum’s words, not wanting to give him the impression of just how disappointed she was. It wasn’t that she was codependent on being with someone to be happy. It was just nice being in a relationship. Until it went to shit, of course. It was the same thing, over and over again. She was getting tired of it.

“Because I know,” Calum said, his words firm and true as he raised his eyebrows at her adamantly. He was trying to get his point across, trying to get her to see that it would be okay. Josie knew it would be—but the reassurance from Calum was welcoming and sweet. It had her heart skipping a beat, a notion she found herself a bit frightened to acknowledge. “You don’t need him.”

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know I don’t,” she agreed with a nod. When her gaze met Calum’s once more, noting the way he was watching her with concern and reassurance, she took a breath and forced herself to snap out of this ridiculous funk. Sitting across from Calum and complaining about her failed relationship was not something on her agenda, especially given that there was nothing specifically about that certain relationship to even miss. She wasn’t going to waste both of their time, sitting in her favorite restaurant, bemoaning about something she’ll probably get over, anyway.

“So, anyway,” Josie continued, offering a real smile as she pushed all thoughts of Austin out of her mind, laughing lightly when Calum blinked at her sudden change in demeanor, smiling in amusement. “A bunch of my friends are coming to my dorm later tonight to drink and hang out. You should come, if you don’t have any plans.”

Calum chuckled, a half smile on his face. “Oh, yeah; a twenty-five year old hanging out with college seniors. That’s totally not weird.”

“It’s not!” Josie laughed, arms once again folding on top of the table. Calum was only a couple of years older than her twenty-two year old self, and they’d known each other a long time. Since they were kids. Him being in her dorm room to hang out with her and her friends wasn’t weird. It almost was a reminder of when they were younger and she’d tag along with him, her brother and the rest of the boys. Now that he was in Davis, visiting his dad like he did often after his parents split and attending the wedding of some cousin of his father’s, Josie wanted to switch it up and have him join her and her friends. “Come on, it’ll be totally chill. We’ll drink and play drunk UNO and Jenga—real college fun,” she encouraged, unable to keep the giggle from falling past her lips as she spoke.

Amusement danced in his features, dark eyes watching her with a kind of fondness that had her own smile softening. Josie was increasingly becoming aware of her heart picking up its pace under Calum’s stare, trying hard not to distract herself with wondering thoughts of since when was Calum capable of making her feel like that. Since when had the sight of his smile tickle her stomach, and since when did his raspy laugh rob her of her breath? She almost wanted to retract her offer of him joining her and her friends, in that moment, because feeling those tiny prickles of excitement in the presence of her brother’s best friend was not fucking good.

“Alright, yeah, I’m down,” Calum shrugged, the grin once again playing across his face as the waitress arrived with their food. Nodding at Josie, he said, “I’ll come by around eight, is that good?”

A lump had taken form in Josie’s throat, an effect of her sudden acknowledgment of the flutter of her stomach at the sight of his smile. Still, she returned it, felt it freeze a bit in place as Calum broke their gaze to say his thanks to the waitress. Josie looked down at her food, inhaling sharply, softly, through her nose. Fuck.

Hours later, Josie kept glancing his way every so often, looking across the comfortable sized space of her dorm room at the man who stood by the window, talking to one of her friends. It was odd, seeing Calum in her dorm room, mingling with her friends as he drank out of a red solo cup. The main lights of the room were off, the glow of the blue and pink fairy lights she had on around making for a purple hue in the room filled with about fifteen or so people. All friends of hers, all people she enjoyed the company of.

Except right now, her attention was on her brother’s best friend, the conversations going on around her drowned by the music playing through her portable speaker. She told herself it was because she wanted to make sure he was alright; Josie was aware Calum hadn’t meant anything by it when he joked about being a twenty-five year old with all her friends. When the tables were turned, he never made her feel like she was too young to be hanging out with them when she was a sixteen year old hanging out with her nineteen year old brother and his friends; her company was always welcomed. There were some jokes, some playful teasing about her being “Luke’s little sister”, but it was always retorted with her own childish “Luke’s dumb friends”.

So she found herself making sure he was good, enjoying his time, relieved when his quiet nature went into hiding as he willingly engaged in playing cards and Jenga with them. Josie sat on the spare bed in her room—her fall semester roommate moved out, so Josie had the entire room to herself—feeling light in her head with a cup full of Hennessy and Coke as she chatted with her friend Beth. It wasn’t until her phone vibrating in the back pocket of her shorts caught her attention, and she smiled happily to see that Luke was FaceTiming her.

“Hi, Luke!” Josie grinned, wishing she could wave at the screen without spilling her drink.

Her brother returned the smile, sitting in his room where the light was a lot brighter than in her dorm of pink and blue. “Hey,” Luke laughed, recognizing the tipsy smile on her face. “You feeling good, Jos?” he asked, the knowing turn bordering on teasing.

“So good,” she returned with a scoff. Her gaze flickered up towards where her bed was across the room, on her feet as she asked Luke, “Wanna talk to Cal?”

She heard Luke laugh out a “sure”, the sound drowned out by the music and lively chatter of her room as Josie made her way over to where Calum stood. He was in the middle of talking to Kevin, one of her friends, as she walked over while sipping her drink before announcing, “Luke wants to say hi.”

Calum raised his eyebrows as Josie came to stand next to him, his right arm draping around her shoulders casually as he leaned down a little to fit into the frame thanks to her shorter stature. “Hey, man,” Calum greeted with a grin, throwing up a peace sign with a free hand.

“Hey,” Luke replied with a smile. “You two drunk yet?”

Josie’s grin widened, leaning into Calum, his warmth welcoming in her cold dorm room, his cologne one she was so familiar with and couldn’t seem to get enough of. Not tonight, at least. “Getting there,” she replied easily before she and Calum, smiles on their faces, tapped their cups together and took sips for Luke to watch.

He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath before lifting his chin. “Take care of my sister, will you, Cal?”

A breath escaped Josie at hearing Luke’s words, feeling a prick of an annoyance as she bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t need to be taken care of, didn’t need to be treated as such. And—this may be the alcohol talking—she didn’t need Calum to be reminded of the fact that she was his best friend’s little sister. Not that she thought he’d ever forget. He would remember, just as she would remember that he was her brother’s best friend. Both highly aware of the relationship they already had, hoping it would be enough to remind them of their boundaries.

“You know I will.” Calum’s laugh pulled Josie out of her thoughts, especially when he gave her a squeeze, still holding her close. From the little frame where she could see both herself and Calum, Josie watched and felt Calum lean his head against hers. The smell of his cologne was overwhelming in the best ways, a wave of mint and fresh wood that was stupidly enticing. His hand was burning into her skin where it laid on her shoulder, arm resting across her collarbone to press her back against his chest. Luke thought nothing of it. Neither did Calum—not the way Josie did. “She’s in good hands.”

Yeah, she totally felt like it, too. Wondered if he felt the quickening beat of her heart from under his hold.

“Alright,” Luke laughed, free hand running through his blonde curls. Josie had always been jealous of her brother’s hair, since her own blonde locks fell limp around her shoulders. Well, at least it used to—she’s learned how to take care of it. With a pointed raise of his eyebrows, he said to the two of them, “Make good choices.”

When the dorm room had cleared out hours later, Josie laid in her bed and rested an arm over her eyes, the quietness that settled disturbed only by a shuffling going around in her room. “Come on—you’re not drunk enough not to help clean up,” came Calum’s voice, a huff of laughter escaping him.

Josie’s face scrunched up, reluctantly pushing herself into a sitting position. He was kind enough to start the clean up process, gathering all the cups, draining the ones that still had drinks in them in the sink. Standing by the sink that was available in the room, the bathroom behind the door next to it, Calum was shooting Josie a pointed look, consisting of a raised eyebrow and tilt of his head.

He was right—she wasn’t drunk enough not to help, only faintly tasting the Fireball she had stupidly decide to drink earlier. There had been a point in the night where she was pretty damn tipsy, hoping the alcohol coursing through her system would numb her to the incriminating thoughts about Calum that were swimming in her head. They’d slammed into her out of nowhere, and now that they were there, Josie wasn’t sure how to get rid of them. She didn’t want to dig into them; Calum was attractive, there was no fucking doubt about it. But they’ve known each other since she was eight and he was eleven, had grown up together, had seen each other through highs and lows because of how close they were. There’d come a point where it was established that Calum—as well as Ashton and Michael—weren’t just Luke’s friends, they were Josie’s too.

So why the fuck did Josie have to ruin a lifetime long friendship with the threat of something as unstable as attraction?

“I’ll just do it tomorrow,” Josie waved off with a groan, legs outstretched in front of her, hands gripping her knees.

Calum’s expression fell flat. “You mean you’ll cry about it tomorrow,” he shot back, his words inviting an indignant pout to pucker at Josie’s lips. He was right, of course, and the smug look on his face told her he knew that. When Josie remained on her bed, her stubbornness winning out, Calum rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and scoffed before making his way over to her. Josie bit her tongue as he walked over to her, unable to tear her gaze away from his approaching figure. He looked a bit too good in that damned leather jacket, hugging his broad shoulders and curling around his biceps perfectly. Josie may have sobered up, but the mere sight of him was really freaking intoxicating.

He stood over her, prompting Josie to tilt her head back to look up at him, hoping her throat wasn’t working too obvious as he smirked down at her, curls brushing across his forehead. “Come on,” Calum encouraged, his hands grasping hers. Warmth burst across her skin as Calum used his grip on her to pull her out of the bed, laughing as Josie groaned in faux annoyance. She really didn’t want him to let go of her. “We can get this sorted fast if you help.”

“Don’t you wanna, I don’t know, go to sleep?” Josie grunted, lips twisting to the side when Calum dropped his hands from hers to go over to the spare dresser that was decorated with several varying bottles of alcohol, some empty and some still containing the drink. “I’m sure your dad wants you home.”

Calum snorted, grabbing the half full bottle of vodka and putting it in Josie’s mini fridge. He straightened, shooting her a look. “It’s nearly three A.M.,” he pointed out with a glance at the digital clock on the microwave. “He’s long since passed out.” With a tilt of his head, Calum walked over to where Josie was draining a cup of the mixed drink her friend Christine had made. Calum was right next to her, leaning his left side against the wall as he watched her. “Tryna get rid of me, Jos?”

She scoffed, watching the red liquid swirl down the drain, unaware of the words as they fell past her lips under her breath. “Trying to stay sane.”

“What was that?”

Josie froze where she stood, her eyes widening as she kept her gaze down on the sink. Alright, what she said wasn’t too bad. There was still hope for recovery. “Nothing,” she hummed, needing to clear her throat as she moved around him to dump the cups in the trash. Please let it go.

“Why wouldn’t you be sane?”

Josie bit down on her lower lip as she dropped the cups in the trash, exhaling sharply through her nose when she heard the subtle yet confused chuckle that Calum spoke with. “Oh, you know. College.” It was a lame answer, sounding so even to her own ears, trying not to grimace as she leaned her lower back against her desk, hands clasped in front of her as she tried to not-so-subtly avoid his gaze. “Shit drives me crazy.”

“Uh-huh.” He was nowhere near convinced; Josie could hear it in the unimpressed tone of his voice and the way he clicked his tongue after, acutely aware of him approaching her. He stopped just a foot or so in front of her, body towering of hers, and suddenly her purple painted toes were the most interesting things in the world. “Wanna try that again?”

Fuck’s sake, not really. She couldn’t elaborate, couldn’t tell him the truth. She couldn’t possibly voice a single thought that was currently running through her head—that had been running through her head since they had lunch earlier today. How pathetic was it that what was supposed to be an innocent lunch with a friend suddenly had her looking at him in a completely different light? God, if she looked back at it, she wouldn’t even be able to pinpoint the exact moment it happened. It just did. And now she was stuck with Calum staring down at her with those intense brown eyes that could make a grown man sweat.

Josie’s throat closed up, a ball of hesitation, fear and nerves settling right in the middle of it as she dropped her gaze. His black Docs were starting to get scuffed from how much wear he was getting out of them, streaks of black on the toes of the black material. No. She couldn’t admit to it. She couldn’t be selfish and self destructive and ruin a friendship because, why? Her loneliness over being single had her looking at him in a new light? No, she’d get over it. This was her brother’s best friend. There was a line, had been there since the day they met, and Josie couldn’t cross it.

So she lifted her gaze, forcing her blue eyes to meet his brown, ignoring the expectant look he wore as she said quietly, “You should go home, Calum.”

His expression fell, transforming into one of confusion and concern, head straightening as he quickly realized something was definitely up as his lips tilted downwards, too. Suddenly, Josie was wishing the music was still playing to disturb the heavy silence. “What’s going on, Jos?” She rolled her lower lip into her mouth, biting down on it as she turned her head to the right, gazing out the window on the other side. The world was seemingly asleep. The frustration was seeping into his tone as he took a step towards her, his familiar cologne just barely wafting towards her. “Why can’t you look at me?”

She heard the hurt underlying his exasperated tone, and Josie never wanted to make him feel at fault. This was all on her. It was all on her and her stupid head and stupid heart. She almost felt like an idiot, a cliche as she acknowledged the pitiful notion of being attracted to one of her brother’s best friends. She’d basically grown up with Calum—why was this slapping her in the face now?

Josie crossed her arms over her chest, toes tensing as they clawed at the cold floor. Her throat was working, nerves forming a lump in it as Calum’s gaze only flushed her skin. The words were dancing on the tip of her tongue, the faint taste of Fireball still linger as her head desperately told her to not let them slip because the consequences would be embarrassing, would change things. She never even stared in the direction of the line that was established, and now she was so close to leaping over it.

“’Cause if I do, I’m gonna say something that I’ll regret. And that’s what’s driving me insane,” Josie told him, her voice faltering into a whisper at the end, already guilt ridden.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know you can.” His encouraging voice, soft and smooth, only pushed her forward, begged for her to confess the thought that took up residence in her mind without her permission. She couldn’t tell Calum the truth. She couldn’t possibly do that.

Until she did.

“Pretty sure I can’t tell you how badly I want you to kiss me.”

There. The words were out. Unwise and unable to be taken back, and Josie kept her gaze firmly on the floor as she waited for it to crumble beneath her. Josie wasn’t sure what was worse; waiting for Calum’s response, or the stilling silence that made the buzz of the room’s air conditioner deafening. The guilt had her heart pounding, and the nerves of waiting for Calum’s response wasn’t helping it slow down.

Selfish. She was so damn selfish for uttering those words, for acting on some feelings that only made themselves known earlier in the day. What the fuck had she been thinking? Was she really incapable of ignoring whatever she was feeling for the time Calum was in town? Could she not have kept it to herself instead of risking her friendship with him? Keeping her mouth shut about what was just a physical attraction shouldn’t have been so difficult—it wasn’t worth putting both of them in such a compromising position.

Fuck. Being single really fucked with her, didn’t it?

Josie squeezed her eyes shut with a shake of her head when several seconds passerby without a word from him. “Shit, shit—I’m sorry.” She spoke quickly, desperately, never once lifting her gaze as she pushed herself away from the desk. Her face felt like it was on fire, the mortification sending her heart to her throat as she reached the door of the dorm. “Like I said—you should—you should go, Calum.”

She was trying to save herself any further embarrassment, though she wasn’t sure that was even possible at this point. Once those words had left her mouth, nothing could take them or the implication back. They were out, available for Calum to do with them how he pleased. Josie definitely fucked up major and all for what? Suddenly acknowledging how he was the hottest guy in the room? Pathetic. Really. If she had a dollar for every time her heart made a dumb, executive decision that would only hurt her in the end, she’d probably be a millionaire by now.

Or, well, have a couple of thousand bucks.

Josie lifted her gaze enough to see Calum slowly turn to look at her, eyebrows knitting together as he stared at her. Her words were still registering in his head while she was trying to forget them, unable to meet his brown eyes as she gripped the door handle tightly behind her. She really wished she was drunk and hadn’t sobered up so quickly; ironic, that Luke was the lightweight out of the two of them. She’d never been jealous of him more than in this moment.

Fuck. Luke. She was a terrible sister.

“No.” Josie’s breath hitched in her throat at the single utterance from Calum, blue eyes flashing to meet dark brown as he slowly made his way over to her. His eyebrows were still lowered as he looked down at her, closing the distance between them as she looked up at him with slightly widened, nervous eyes. She saw the way his throat worked, a tension in his features as he battled something within himself, seen in the way his forehead was creased and eyebrows furrowed in a silent debate. Calum’s voice was low, almost hoarse, as he said, “Say it again.”

For a moment, Josie wanted to believe that he was fucking with her, in which she would stupidly repeat her statement of telling him to go as a way of pretending that that’s what he meant when they both knew it wasn’t. Behind her, Josie’s hand curled around the doorknob tightly—not because she was eager to twist it and get him to leave, but because she desperately needed something to ground her in the face of Calum’s gaze making her heart leap right out of her chest.

But she looked at him, aware of the slight tension in his forehead, the sharp line of his jaw, and the unwavering stare he pinned her down with. And she couldn’t say no, couldn’t turn away from him. He looked at her and the words were spilling out of her mouth, once again without her control. “I want you to kiss me.”

It was a whispered repetition, ringing in her ears in the quiet of her room. But Calum heard her clearly, heard exactly what he thought he’d heard the first time. It was why she was unable to look away from his weighted gaze as he started towards her. His steps were sauntered, yet she was having trouble using that time to collect her jumbling thoughts. It didn’t help that his features were masked with a sheet of neutrality and her heart sounded like a war drum in battle. Her eyes widened slightly when Calum stopped right in front of her, leaving little to no room in between them. Expecting the worst, she drew a breath to say anything that would get her out of the awkward situation she had managed to put herself in. . . But her breath never left her chest. In the second it had taken her to pull air from her lungs, Calum was already leaning in.

At first, the only thing Josie could do was blink, unaware of how to process what was happening, but it didn’t take much time for her to sigh into the kiss her best friend was giving her. Friend. Best friend.

God, she was actually kissing him— he was kissing her.

Calum kissed her with a gentleness she didn’t know he possessed, and the softness of his touch made her knees buckle. Why did he have such an effect on her?

She thought it was a dream at first. A tipsy, romantic dream that manifested and became a product of her loneliness and heartbreak. A hopeless dream that made her stomach flip and cheeks burn—one where she was kissed how she wanted to be kissed, and touched how she wanted to be touched. Though, she knew it wasn’t a dream when his hands let go of hers and shifted up to the side of her ribs. He pulled her closer to him, eliminating all possible space between them. Josie found her own hands traveling up the curve of his shoulders, reveling in the hard muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt, and let her fingers lace in his thick hair. Allowed herself to tug his dark curls gently and smile into the kiss as he let out a faint sound of pleasure.

His warm hands against her body sent shivers down her spine, making her want to moan in gratitude. She missed this. Well, she had wanted to miss this with her previous relationship. Physical touch, soft and gentle and voluntary. The electrifying knowledge of being wanted.

With his lips on hers, the room seemed to fade into the distance as the feeling of something she could only describe as stars danced on her flushed skin. The diluted taste of Fireball on his tongue to hers made her mind grow fuzzy with lust and nerve-wracking anticipation. Never in her life had she gotten so lost in a kiss before. The kind of lost that didn’t make her question the route she had taken, or where it would lead her.

Pressed up against his warm chest, her heart thundering in her own—nearly exploding with the jittery feeling of being kissed by someone she felt safe with—she couldn’t bring herself to think about anything but him.

Him.

They finally broke apart, but only pulled far enough away to look each other. She noticed his swollen lips first, then let her eyes travel to where her fingers were in his tussled hair. He had been doing the same; his eyes focusing on her now-plump lips, smirking at the effect he clearly had on her.

His hands were still curled around the sides of her ribs as she cleared her throat. “Uh. . . I didn’t expect the night to end like this.” Heat rose in her cheeks as she finally registered what she had just experienced with, who was supposed to be, off limits.

That’s what made the kiss even more tempting.

He raised a finger to brush away a strand of her hair that had fallen, then said with a tone she wasn’t sure she could describe, “I thought you wanted to kiss me?” There was a slight furrow of confusion in his brow, but mixed with the Fireball they had been drinking all night his actions seemed slower, yet relaxed—comfortable.

“Yeah. . .” She let herself admit, letting go of the curls that she had kept locked in between her fingers and slid her hands down to his shoulders. “But I don’t think friends are supposed to kiss each other like that? What about my bro–“

“Did you not like my kiss?” he asked, an undertone of concern in his inquiring words.

She nodded. How could she not melt under his warm touch?

“D’you want me to kiss you again?” His voice was near guttural as he stared at her with such intensity that it made her cheeks flush.

With a small, yet confident smile, Josie nodded; and then she found her eyes closing with the feeling of his lips on hers again. But, unlike the last kiss that was patient and gentle, this kiss was so much more. A near lifetime long friendship had broken through established boundaries, unable to turn back from what they’d done already, not at all willing to consider the trust that had been broken the second that first kiss had occurred. It was selfish of them, to get so lost in the warmth of the other, to lose their grips on reality as the taste of the other’s lips dizzied them into uncharted waters. But how could they possibly care? How could they care, when they were kissing lips that stole every bit of air from their lungs and had their body coming to life in a way that left them wondering if they’d truly lived before that moment?

Kissing Calum. . . It was new, but it was so achingly familiar. And it fucked Josie up, because of course she’d never kissed him until now. Yet the second his full lips met hers, all she could think of was how she’d been missing out on this for so long.

This kiss was filled with passion and hunger and something else that practically made her melt against him. She moaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down her ribs, to her lower back, and without breaking the kiss he hooked his hands behind her thighs and hoisted her up with ease. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist, her fingers tugging at the small curls at the nape of his neck as he started walking towards the bed.

Between their heated kiss, tongues dancing and stars swirling in her head, Calum groaned. Not from her, but from bumping into the corner of the bed. She laughed against his mouth and in return he pinched her thigh, making a squeak escape her throat.

“Not funny,” he breathed before locking onto her lips again. The warmth of his large hands holding her up by her thighs made her stomach flip. He made her feel feather-light; something her past lover failed to do.

Calum waited until his knees hit the edge of the mattress to let himself fall back onto the creaking bed. Sitting down, Josie unhooked her legs from his torso and straddled him. His hands wandered her entire backside until his fingers found the hem of her cotton shirt and started lifting up. She obliged, too focused on the way he tasted to care about any consequences that would befall her in the future. He didn’t waste any time stripping her of her shirt, and she didn’t either as she took off his.

He was magnificent. Josie ran her hand down his toned body, admiring his golden skin marked with black ink and the defined muscles underneath. She couldn’t help but pull her lip into her mouth to stop herself letting out an animalistic noise. Noticing her adoration, Calum smirked and flipped them over, enticing the metal frame of the extra long twin sized bed to creak under their weight.

Calum chuckled against her lips, “This bed’s too fuckin’ small.”

Josie’s own breathless laugh sounded against his mouth and as Calum nipped at her lower lip, she inquired, “Wanna join the beds?”

His fingers danced along the bare skin of her sides, deliberately brushing his scruff against her jaw as his lips followed with kisses. “Adorable that you think I’d put a pause on this for even a second.”

His towering figure covered her small one as his lips traveled down her cheek, to her jaw, to the base of her throat and this time she did make a small noise. Her fingers gripped his biceps as she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of being kissed everywhere. She let herself enjoy being kissed by her brother’s best friend.

Holy shit. She was letting her brother’s best friend kiss her.

“Wait,” She hummed, voice too thick with lust. He had looked up from where he had been attacking the curve where her shoulder met her neck.

“Hmm.”

She looked at him, eyes slightly wide and chest heaving from the adrenaline she wasn’t used to having when being intimate. “Don’t you think. . . Don’t you think this is a bad idea?” she asked, a nervous tinge in her tone.

Calum sighed and lifted himself up so he could face her directly. “Do you want this?” he asked genuinely. “We can stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

The sincerity in his tone and the softness in his expression made her emotional. He cared about her, she realized. He cared enough to give a shit about what she thought and how she felt.

Her hand rose to cup the side of his face. “No,” Josie smiled at him. “Kiss me.”

And he did. He kissed her everywhere.

His lips attacked the base of her throat to the point where she hissed and tugged on his hair. His heated kisses traveled from the neck to the her collarbones, to the valley between her breasts. God, did she feel like she was in heaven.

She flexed at the contact of a wet kiss on her torso that slowly traveled down, down, down until—

Calum stopped and she wanted to bite back a curse. Instead, she caught his eyes looking at her own, a silent request. Confirmation that she wanted this. She nodded gently and let his fingers make quick work of the buttons of her shorts before latching onto the waistband, inching them down agonizingly slow as he continued to the long trail of kisses down to her naval.

Josie felt—and heard—him chuckle against her skin as he slowly rid her of her shorts, and the amusement colored her own tone as she asked, “What?”

Her own fingers were playing with his curls, lightly coiling a thick strand around her index finger as she felt his lips trail along the thin band of her underwear. He looked up at her from where he was, dark eyes glimmering playfully. “Didn’t you used to hate lace?”

Josie rolled her smiling lips into her mouth as she tilted her head back, shutting her eyes as a short laugh escaped her. Memories of her constantly scowling and scratching herself whenever her mom put her in an outfit consisting of lace flooded her mind, and Josie pressed one hand to her forehead as she heard his hoarse, airy chuckle. His warm breath ghosted over her skin, sending a chill down her spine that only fueled her need for wanting him impossibly closer.

“What can I say?” Josie breathed out through the smile she couldn’t fight off, through the thundering of her heart. “I grew up.”

It was that smirk on his lips that had the damned butterflies in her stomach in a frenzy, a wickedly boyish curve of his mouth as his voice offered a gravelly whisper, “No doubt ’bout it.”

She didn’t know when he had slipped off her shorts and panties, too focused on the weight of his lips on her body and the heat pooling in her core. All she knew was the sharp gasp that fell off her lips as his tongue latched onto her heat, and lapped up physical evidence of what he had been doing to her. One hand intertwined into his hair, tugging the thick curls, and the other hand shooting up to grip the headboard behind her as he swirled her bud in his mouth and sucked until her legs began to shake.

Her face scrunched up at the familiar tightness in her belly as he wrapped his hands around her thighs to keep her from escaping the exceeding pleasure he was giving her. Josie’s grip on the headboard loosened as she fought to keep her loud moan from coming out, but that was became impossible when he started doing that thing with his tongue and—

A whiny groan escaped her lips as the knot in her lower belly finally released.

He didn’t let go of her bent legs, and a part of her was thankful because she knew her legs were still shaking violently from the edge he had pushed her over.

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

Calum didn’t say anything, just cleaned up the mess she had made, by his doing, and pressed a kiss to each thigh. She thought that would he the end of their short adventure with exploring what it felt like to eat the forbidden fruit.

Boy, was the she wrong.

She could only watch with her bottom lip tucked into her mouth as he pulled away from her and started to unbuckle his belt. Her eyes widened with surprise, and lust as he tossed both jeans and boxers in a random direction.

It took everything in her not to bite down on her fist at the sight of him. Was she making the biggest mistake of her life? Possibly. Did she care? Absolutely not.

Her eyes wandered over his naked frame, finally meeting his eyes that were dancing with playfulness and genuinity. She let out a sigh when his his fingertips slid up her naval to her chest.

“Beautiful,” he seemed to whisper to himself, as if he was an archaeologist discovering rare piece of treasure.

“You’re not to bad yourself,” she smiled at him, eyes heavy with exhaustion from her orgasm. But it was foolish of her to think they were anywhere close to being done.

Calum chuckled, the sound calm and smooth as it rolled off his tongue. He kissed her once. Twice. The taste of herself on his tongue made her stomach tighten. His hand went in between their pressed bodies as he lined himself up to her entrance and watched her closely as he slowly slid in.

A muffled sound came from both of them once he was in her fully— and by the word, did he fill her up completely. There wasn’t an inch of space where he hadn’t reached.

“You good?” he asked with a breathy moan, sliding back out of her only to slide back in.

She could only nod, too dizzy with the feel of him inside her, nails digging into his back that only spurred Calum on.

He quickened his pace after giving her a few moments to adjust, and she thought her lips would bleed by the force of her trying to keep her screams at bay.

Noticing this, Calum gripped the base of her throat. Not in a rough way, but with enough pressure to make sure she knew who was in charge. “Hey,” he said as he pounded into her. “Let me hear you.” A simple demand from the man had her letting go again, moaning loudly as she climaxed for the second time—but he kept going.

The constant pressure of his cock being pushed inside her, hitting the exact spot she needed him the most, his fingers gently massaging her clit making it impossible to not scream his name.

His name. It had become a plea on her lips as he gave her exactly what she wanted without hesitation. His hands were on either side of her, or gripped onto the bedpost behind her, or one hand braced on her stomach as he fucked her.

After her third orgasm, she wanted to have her fun, despite her growing exhaustion from overstimulation.

Josie placed a hand on his shoulder and tapped three times: the signal to stop. He did.

“You okay?” he asked quickly, loosening his grip on the bedpost and slowly sliding out of her, making her let out a soft oof sound.

“I’m fine,” Josie beamed as she forced herself to pull herself up in a sitting position. Calum’s brows furrowed in confusion, but relaxed when she kissed him gently and flipped them over. She kissed him the same spots where he had kissed her. Every single one of them.

“What are you doing?” He knew exactly what she was doing. The devilish smirk on plastered on his lips was evident enough.

When her lips stopped right above his naval, she grinned and nipped at his skin, earning a hiss. Feeling him inside her was one thing, but getting to touch him. Hold him. He was huge in her hand.

Her smile turned feline as she stroked him. He barked out a curse and fisted the crumpled sheets beneath them. Slow, agonizingly slow, she lowered her mouth to his tip and pressed a soft kiss where his head met his shaft. Watched with wicked eyes as he flexed his tattooed torso and took sharp inhales as she put him in her mouth and sucked.

The bob of her head was steadied and relaxed, but quick. His hand reached up and gripped the back of her hair as he hissed with pleasure. A part of her wondered if he would push her head down, but he let his hand move with the pace of her bobbing.

Another blessing from a man she shouldn’t have. Couldn’t.

“Fuck,” he grunted, guttural and desperate. “Fucking shit.”

She giggled, then hummed with delight with him still in her mouth and he yanked her head back a bit.

“Don’t. Don’t do that, or I’m going to cum,” he told her, breathless and flustered.

She took that as a challenge. She stroked whatever she couldn’t take in her mouth and when Calum finally let out a groan and went off the edge, she didn’t waste any of it.

He didn’t give enough time to show him her emptied mouth when he pulled her on his lap and gave her a hungry kiss, one filled with hunger and passion and lust. He tasted himself just like she had tasted herself.

She lined herself up with him and sunk down on him until she couldn’t anymore. It took a moment for her to readjust and start grinding her hips against him, but her pace became quick and steady as she grew to know the feeling of him inside her. Her hands braced on his chest and his on her hips, squeezing as she rode him with ease.

He sighed deeply, with content, as she leaned forward to brace hers hands on the bedpost. He took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked on a nipple until she mumbled a curse, and massaged the other with his hand. He made sure each breast got equal attention. Not that she minded. It was pure bliss, to be riding him and edging on her fourth orgasm.

When she began to tire, her legs becoming sore from bouncing and swiveling, Calum took the opportunity to grip her ass and push himself into her at a pace that made her cum within seconds. She couldn’t help but scream as he gave her the kind of satisfying feeling she never received.

Overstimulation.

A tear slipped past her eye, but he was quick to swipe it away with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed softly, cupping her cheek. “Are you okay, pretty girl?”

She nodded into his hands, leaning into his warm touch and smiling sleepily at that damned term. “I’m worn out,” she exhaled, letting her head fall on just below his chin, feeling a breathless, tired laugh escape her.

“Then let’s sleep, yeah?” she hummed, moaning as he slowly pulled out of her, relaxing into the familiar warmth of his body as he brought the sheets up, arms protectively around her as sleep took over far too quickly.

*****

Josie woke up sticky and with a tight sore in between her legs. At first she didn’t remember what had happened, but when she felt someone shift in front of her and saw the familiar arm covered in even more familiar tattoos wrapped around her, she recalled everything.

Oh, God. Calum. She had slept with her brother’s best friend. And enjoyed it. A lot.

Carefully, she shifted to her other side so her back was facing him. But, she turned her head back to observe his sleeping face. Dark curls fell across his forehead, Josie’s fingers itching to brush them away, as her gaze swept over his full lips. Lips she had been intoxicated by last night, could still feel their burning wake on her skin wherever he had kissed her. He looked so peaceful, sweet, undisturbed by the reality of what they had done without consideration for anything but the way the other had made them feel.

Did he remember last night? The words he had spoken to her? That the disorganized feelings she had towards him were now jumbled into an even bigger mess?

His arm tightened around her and he grunted softly, a sign he was slowly waking up. When he finally opened his tired eyes, she was already staring back at him.

“Good morning?” he said, voice heavy with sleep also puzzled. Josie watched in a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he then lifted the blanket that they had been sharing and nodded when he noted their naked bodies pressed together. “So it wasn’t a dream.”

She turned back over, heart wrenching at his response, so he didn’t see the way her expression dropped. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked. If he regretted it...

Josie got her answer when he pulled her into his chest, curled his arm around her shoulders, and pressed a soft kiss to her tussled hair. “It means, I would have been disappointed if it had been a dream.”

He laughed as she smacked him on his chest.

“Not funny.”

“It kind of is.”

Josie exhaled and leaned into his shoulder as she asked, “What the hell are we going to tell Luke?”

“We don’t tell him.” Calum shrugged calmly. “He doesn’t need to know this ever happened.” She furrowed her brows and was about to say something but he cut her off. “I’m not saying I regret it, I’m just saying this was a huge risk and for Luke’s sake, we can’t ever tell him, okay?”

“Agreed.” She knew he was right, so why did her heart ache with the sense of rejection?

Probably because she knew that last night, as mind blowing and overwhelming as it had been, wasn’t likely to happen again. Just a one time thing driven by the lingering effects of cinnamon whiskey and

Calum kissed her lips, a quick and passionate kiss nonetheless. Then, he let out a deep sigh, “I guess we should finish cleaning up, and take a shower.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly, and she didn’t know if he had picked up on her saddened tone. If he had, he didn’t make a move to bring it up. And he wouldn’t.

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"Babe?" I call as I come in from the hottub, wrapped in a towel, holding my bottle of Pepsi.

Duff's sitting on the couch when I come in, reaching his hand out to grab mine.

"We're celebrating tonight," Duffs tells me, grinning around his cigarette, and I raise my brows.

"For what?" I question him curiously.

"It's been two months since we started dating." He replies.

"And that's worth celebrating?" It comes out before I can stop myself and his smile slowly falters.

"I think so, but if you don't want to—"

"—I didn't mean for it to come out like that, Duff." I tell him.

"No, Viv, it's fine." He assures me.

"I meant, we aren't really a couple, so—" I stop myself once more realizing the grave I'm digging myself as he looks at me with a slightly raised brow, blowing smoke from his nose. "—I'm gonna shut up. What time are we going out?"

"Just whenever." He mumbles and I frown a little.

"Duff, I didn't mean it like that, either, alright? I didn't think you actually considered us a 'couple' since I'm still technically married and you're like a mistress or something." I run a hand through my hair.

"Well, we're having sex, we go out together, we have conversations about our future together, neither of us are seeing other people or have an interest in seeing other people—I assume—so, either we're dating or wasting each other's time."

"Okay, we're dating." I say.

"Are you sure?"

"Duff, seriously?" I question.

"I'm dropping it." He ignores me, reaching for his cigarettes on the coffee table. "I gotta go grab a couple things from my apartment and I'll be back later."

"Alright." I reply, taking in a deep breath before mentioning, "hey if you get back and I'm not here it's because I'm gonna try to find Izzy a little later because we need to talk about something."

"Alright, I love you." He kisses my hair quickly and grabs his keys.

"I love you too." I tell him and he shuts the door.

As soon as he's gone I'm rushing to the guest bathroom and opening the cabinet under the sink, grabbing the grocery bag of pregnancy tests that have yet to be taken.

"God, if you love me…" I say, finishing the prayer in my mind.

Children are and always have been a blessing in my eyes, but that didn't mean I wanted a child then.

"Well, I'll be damned." Izzy mumbles, eyes squinting slightly, holding the test I plopped onto the bar in front of him as he peers into the little window of plastic, seeing another, "|" as opposed to the recent "||" we had seen on my first test.

This is negative test number five of five taken over the course of three days…

"I'm not pregnant." I repeat to him, taking this last test as the set in stone reality.

"Congrats, your gig isn't quite up, yet." He says, grinning crookedly and I roll my eyes as he throws back another shot before saying, "So, here ya go," he digs in his pocket and puts two condoms packets on the bar in front of me, making me shove at his arm, "you obviously don't have any." He states.

"I do, I just don't like using them." I reply, glancing around, seeing the coast is clear of anyone I know in the crowded room.

"You like living on the edge or something?" He questions, aggravating me.

"I like..." I hesitate instead of brazenly saying what I want to. "...you know…"

He furrows his brows and looks at me for a moment.

"...You like what?" He asks me, genuinely not understanding and I sigh.

"I like…that." I widen my eyes slightly for "that," hoping he catches on.

Nothing.

"I don't understand half of what you say so—"

"—I like cum." I rip the bandaid off and he spits his drink out, squeezing his eyes closed to brace the burn of whiskey through his nostrils as well. "And ya know what? It loses its appeal when it's gummed up at the bottom of latex." I add, just to gross him out more.

"Viv, I didn't need to know that!" He scolds me, groaning, rubbing his face.

"Understand me now?" I sarcastically demand.

"Ughh," he wrinkles his nose.

"I like to feel i—"

"Shut up!" He covers his ears and I laugh. "Damn it, Vivian, go back to damn near leaving the room anytime someone mentioned sex." He complains.

"I don't feel weird about talking to you about it because you're like a girl friend." I shrug and he glares at me.

"I'm what?"

"Like a girl friend." I restate and he raises his brows.

"A girl friend?"

"Yeah." I nod.

"You really know how to break a man's balls without even thinking fucking twice about it." He gripes.

"I didn't mean anything bad by that." I say, genuinely.

"You don't tell a guy he's like a girl friend." He argues.

"Well, you are."

"Are what?" Axl's voice is over the crowd and me and Izzy both snatch at the test before he grabs it and hides it in his jacket pocket.

"Wondering what's going on with you and Tansy?" I change the subject quickly when he gets to us and he tries to hide his smile.

"Don't worry about it." He states.

Axl and Tansy, in a new-found relationship, were in a whirlwind of puppy love. So much so that not even a week later, Axl would propose and she would inevitably say, "yes."

"Where's Duff and the guys?" I ask Axl as he grabs a drink and sits beside Izzy and I, lighting a cigarette.

"Steven's with some Cheryl chick, Slash is next door at the strip bar, and Duff…" he trails off, furrowing his brows, "...I don't know where Duff is."

"Oh, well, we were supposed to go out tonight to celebrate our two month." I explain.

"Well, I haven't seen him." Axl shrugs.

"He said he was going to his apartment." I add.

"Haven't seen him." He replies again and I sigh.

"Okay, then, I'm probably gonna head home and just wait there for him."

"He's staying with you?" Axl asks and I nod.

"Yeah?"

"In Nikki's house?" Izzy adds.

"...Yes?"

They look at each other and then look at me.

"What?"

"Whore around much?" Axl comments, about to throw back his shot but I knock the glass from his hand and tiredly glare at him.

"A lot, actually." I reply. "Screw you."

I turn to go.

"Viv, c'mon," Izzy sighs as Axl storms off.

"No, I have some more whoring to go do while my husband's off." I tell him.

"He's an asshole, Vivian, you know that." He says in reference to Axl but I just keep walking.

When I get on the street, I head next door to see if he's by any chance with Slash.

Before I can head that way, I'm halting at the sound of a sharp whistle followed by, "God damn!"

Getting ready to get arrested, again, I turn and my hostility melts away.

Robbin's grinning at me.

"Where the hell have you been?!" I ask him as he walks to me.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." He states, hugging me. "I've seen all the shit in the press and figured you'd gone to Japan with Nikki to work things out or whatever." He adds.

"There is no 'working things out,' Robbin." I reply and he furrows his brows.

"What?"

"I'm filing for a divorce when he gets back." I explain.

"What? No, Viv, you can't do that, you guys are Nikki and Viv." He tells me.

"No, we're Nikki and Heroin and Mistress and Viv." I smartly shoot back.

"I hate that you guys gotta go through this." He admits.

"Well, we got married knowing it might not work out." I shrug.

"Yeah, but seeing you two being married and making it work got me to realize it's something I want, too, you know? I just didn't think it'd be like this. You two used to be obsessed with each other." He rubs the back of his neck, frowning a little.

"Well, it is what it is, Robbin." I say.

"It's bullshit is what it is."

"Talk to him about it." I scoff.

"Rob, c'mon!" A couple friends he's with call down the street and we both look in their direction.

"Well, it was nice seeing you, we need to see each other more often, you know." I smile softly at him and he nods.

"I hope things work out, Viv. I really do." He reassures me and I nod.

"Thanks."

"See ya later." He grins, patting my cheek before going to his buddies.

"Later." I mumble as he goes.

I breathe out and head into the strip joint, not finding Slash or Duff or anyone I knew.

I eventually give up and just go home because I need to finish decorating for Christmas, anyway.

Hoping to find Duff at home, I instead come in to an empty house and a sleepy Whisky.

"Hey, boy." I step to him and reach down, petting him, feeling a small ache in my heart realizing how much he's grown since Nikki first got him a few months ago.

We were happy when he first got him.

Now look at us.

I force it out of mind and decide to get distracted with Christmas.

I should've got a shower and gone to bed because I ended up getting thrown into a pit of heartbreak all over again whilst trying to find our star for the Christmas tree that I swore I had put in a closet at some point last year to move it out of the way…

"C'mon, you've got it be here somewhere." I mumble, digging around on the top shelf, my hand feeling something familiar.

I furrow my brows and lift the random junk to see the Bible Nikki had gotten me for valentines day this year that had "gotten lost."

The star is a distant memory as I grab the Bible and step off the step-stool I was using and innocently open it where the ribbon is tucked by the back cover.

I see a scribbling of Nikki's handwriting.

Vivian,

I don't know if it's offensive to write in one of these, but my place in hell is already solidified so I might as well piss God off some more. Sorry, I know you don't like when I say I'm going to hell even though we both know it's true. The one problem I have with where I'm fated to spend eternity, is that I know you won't be there. I realized this exactly one year ago. I came pretty close to being over with and I would be burning currently (or just laying in the fucking ground, or flying around as a reincarnated bird, whatever the hell happens to us when we go) had I not made it through. I know I'm scaring you with how much I do, Viv. I hear you talking to God about it when you pray. You're afraid I'm not going to wake up one day. I'm afraid, too. I know, right, Nikki Sixx is scared of something, who would've thought? I'm afraid I'm going to take my last breath without telling you how much I love you. I knew I loved you that night you snuck me into your window and asked me to help you bullshit that damn thesis paper for your final. That was six years ago, almost, and I wish I would have been telling you that I love you all along, maybe it would have changed the path of certain things that have happened. I'm sorry for what I've done, what I'm doing, and what I will do. It's my cross to carry. It's not your fault, it never has been, it never will be. I hope you can forgive me if I'm not here this time next year...if I don't get any better, I'll be in a coffin before our tour ends. Jeez, this sounds like a suicide note. I promise that's not why I'm writing this. I hope I'm around as long as you are. I hope we're together in the next life, whether it's as two birds that mate for life, pecking at each other's eyes, or our spirits just find one another. If God is real, all I'll need is for him to let me know you've made it up there and that you'll be okay, and I'll go to Hell and take the brimstone and fire for all the damage I've done. Just don't forget me, whatever happens. I won't ever forget you. I love you, Vivian. I won't ever forget you. I love you.

—Nikki

My body locks up, my joints tensing, my nose burning as tears come to my eyes...I start shaking, an uncomfortable lump clogging my throat...fury encapsulates me.

I'm throwing the Bible at the wall, pulling at my hair, screaming and yelling incomprehensibly before finally choking out, "why didn't you tell me this?!" I bark at Nikki who's across the country and can't hear me.

But I'm saying it loud enough that he probably could if he really tried.

I guess a part of me might've considered staying with him had he expressed his feelings to me earlier on in our relationship. It's nice to hear, "I love you," even if someone doesn't mean it.

I felt robbed. I felt I deserved for Nikki to tell me that before I found out about Vanity...before he started choosing drugs over me...before I started sleeping with someone else…

I lay down and just stare at the mirror ceiling looking back at me, an ugly crack causing my reflection to scatter in multiples.

Nikki must've broken it at some point before leaving.

I don't know what the point of getting a mirrored ceiling was...perversion or whatever, I suppose. But the money and time spent repairing the damn thing over the years…

I glance at Whisky, curled up on Nikki's side of the bed, talking in his sleep while his back legs twitch a little.

Maybe he's actually reliving a good memory of Nikki.

All I can think of is,

"I got on it to help with my shoulder and finish my parts of the album so it would be ready in time." He tells me honestly.

"And your shoulder's healed now, Nikki. So why are you still bothering with it?" I ask, looking at him.

"It's not like I'm injecting the shit, Vivian." He argues, getting defensive. "Go read your Bible or pray or something...anything."***

And,

I throw the syringe at him, screaming out, "when did you start doing this?!" as tears reappear in my eyes.

I expect him to come fight me, he instead ignores my outburst and leans down to grab the box of needles.

I get up and follow after him, my hands shoving at his back, nearly causing him to trip over himself.

"Answer my fucking question!" I demand him, my voice shaking. I get the reaction I want, the plastic of syringes and metal of needles colliding loudly with the wall when he throws the box of them angrily and spins around.

"Vivian, it's just recreational. It's not serious. I got it under control." He tries to defend himself and I close my eyes, realizing I'll never win.

Then,

"Andy." I cry out, keeping my hands on Nikki's chest, but the Finnish rockstar keeps yelling back and forth with the dealer. "Andy." I repeat, louder, but he still doesn't hear me. "Andy!" I'm pleading in a holler, catching his attention. "I-I can't do this, I'm sick, just call an ambulance!" I beg and Andy heads to the phone hanging on the wall.

And,

"Vince, I'm scared." I say in a whisper.

"Viv, you guys are gonna be okay. I'm sure you'll find a way take fix things just to spite people saying you two won't last." He assures me, his hand rubbing comfortingly up and down my back. "Look at me." He says and I do, and he wipes at my tears. "It'll be fine, alright?" I nod. "Okay?"

"Okay." I reply, sniffling again.

Also,

I'm hitting the floor as fast as I can, screaming as my ears ache from the noise as he just starts shooting repeatedly, and the house shakes, my only chance of protection is getting under the bed and I rush to get there, covering my ears as my spine paralyzes with fear and more shots fire out. I hear things in our house breaking and shattering from buckshot that flies through the open doorway as Nikki is shouting "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" with raw tears in his voice.

Then,

"I'm getting married, look." Vanity states, taking her left hand out of Arsenio's hold and flashes a shining ring on her ring finger and my ears perk up, apparently Tansy's pulled from her drugged stupor, because her heavy eye lids pop open and her face pales when I look at her as I hear Arsenio comment, "okay, um, here's something for Jett magazine," going with the sudden turn of events presented by the starlet.

"Did you know she was engaged?" I ask Tansy and she's at a loss of words. "I didn't even know she was dating anybody."

"Vivian." Tansy's tone is dreadful and I wait for her to tell me about it, Arsenio cracking jokes in the background, causing Vanity's enthusiastic laughter to infiltrate the room.

"This is a beautiful ring." He states, grabbing my attention once more.

"Isn't it pretty?" Vanity agrees as he examines the rock on her finger.

"You, didn't you--"

"--Nikki Sixx." She interrupts him, and my brows furrow even more, confusion taking over me.***

And,

"How could you do this to me?!" I cry out as he starts trying to walk to me, trying to keep his anger low, but I get away from him, throwing a hotel lamp at him, only for it to shatter on the wall behind him. "What did I do to make you hate me so fucking much, Nikki?! To make you pursue another girl--one of my friends--so fucking hard that you propose to her?! Am I just that fucking forgettable?!" I'm throwing dirty dishes Tommy's used tonight, all of them breaking when they miss Nikki by merely centimeters, hitting the wall.

"Vivian, fuck it off!" He barks and I grab Tommy's switchblade off the nightstand, throwing it next, and it barely misses Nikki's face.

"I hate you!" I say back. "I fucking hate you!"

Finally,

“What's new…" He says with a small smirk, thinking about something before the corners of his mouth fall slowly. "...I've done a lot of shit." He starts and I look at him. "Shit I'm not proud of. I don't fucking know when to just do something a little bit. I can't have a bump, I've gotta go through an eight ball as fast as possible. I can't have a drink, I gotta drink the place dry. I can't have a serious girlfriend, I've gotta marry her." He says, and I glance at him and he shakes his head. "I can't just have a one-night stand, I gotta have a fucking affair." He finishes and I lick my lips, keeping my tears back. "This might be fucked up, but I've realized I don't feel like I shouldn't have had anything with her." He says in reference to Vanity and I furrow my brows. "I just feel like we shouldn't have gotten married to begin with."

I decide to have mercy on myself, refusing to relive anymore of our memories--good or bad--because they don't matter anymore and I don't even give myself time to think about how he finally decided to tell me he loved me after six years of jumping through hoops trying to earn it from him.

Careful not to wake the dog, I get out of bed, hearing Duff's car pull into the driveway, and glance at the clock.

How is it already 4:00a.m.?

I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach, excited to see him because I've missed him.

When he gets in, he braces himself against the doorway of the foyer, cursing under his breath when his feet dare to slip from underneath him.

"Did you have fun?" I ask him softly, smiling at him and he slowly lifts his head to look at me.

"Y-You're still up?" He asks me, rubbing his face and I chuckle, taking a step to him.

"Yeah?" I reply, wrapping my arms around his waist…

...Noticing he's keeping his hand on his eyes as if he's rubbing them, and his lids are squeezed together.

"Are you okay?" I ask next, reaching up to pull his hand away from his eyes but he stops me.

"Yeah, baby, I'm fine, just go to bed and I'll be there in a second." He tells me calmly, slurring a little.

"Duff, what's wrong?" I don't listen, not buying it for a second.

"Viv…" he sounds disappointed. "Izzy'll be in here in a second."

"Just look at me," I giggle and move his hand again and he hesitates for a second, before sighing, looking me in the eyes.

I can't speak as pin-pointed pupils look down at me, the sudden smell of smack fumes on his clothes invades me, faint but still there.

I go to open my mouth to speak but I can't…

He's floating on heroin and my hopes of normality are drowned.

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ibijau · 4 years ago

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“You should know where the door is. You’ve walked into it three times, after all.” Jingyi to Jin Ling, background zhuiling.

modern AU

Jin Ling ignores Zizhen’s barely contained laughter and squeezes through the door with all the dignity he’s capable of. Which isn’t a lot, not at the moment, but he’s trying anyway.

“It’s a bold choice,” Zizhen notes, doing his best to be polite. “It’s original for sure.”

Jin Ling glares at him. Zizhen did not go for originality. He’s dressed as a vampire, which in his case means he just had to add a cloak and some cheap fake fangs to his usual clothes. Jin Ling would mock him for putting so little effort into his disguise, but since he did recognise a vampire, he can’t really criticise.

“Shut up,” Jin Ling hisses, glaring at his friends. The holes for his eyes are too small to see well, so it’s unlikely Zizhen even notices he’s being glared at, but the intention is there. “Where’s Sizhui?”

“He went out to call his dads, he’ll be back soon,” Zizhen explains. “If you want, you can go put your present in the guest bedroom in the meanwhile. You know where it is, right?”

Jin Ling does know. He’s come here quite a few times, between Wei Wuxian being an old family friend and Sizhui so kindly offering to tutor Jin Ling for his history classes. He knows exactly where the guest bedroom is, and it would be very easy to get there if there were less people (Sizhui is popular, and his house is big and perfect for a large party) and if Jin Ling’s costume were just a touch less annoying. He bumps into three Jiangshi, spills the drink of a fox spirit, and nearly falls on the floor with a Cleopatra, before he finally reaches the door of the guest room. Then, because his life didn’t suck enough yet, Jin Ling misses the fucking door when he first tries to get inside and hits the doorframe with his face instead.

On one hand, the costume prevents him from hurting himself. On the other hand, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if he weren’t wearing this stupid costume.

On the bed of the guest room, there’s a pile of presents in pretty giftwraps and bags. All of them clearly inferior to what Jin Ling got for Sizhui’s birthday, obviously. So Jin Ling places his gift in a good position, so it’s sure to be among the first that Sizhui will open when they get to that part of the party. It’s all part of Jin Ling’s very careful plan for the evening, and…

“Oh, you’re right, someone else has arrived,” a too familiar voice says behind him. “What a sweet costume!”

Jin Ling’s heart starts racing in his chest as he turns around to greet Sizhui. It’s useless to smile, but he does so anyway, because it’s Sizhui, and Jin Ling is incapable of not smiling around him.

And yet his smile drops when he sees his friend standing in the doorway, Jingyi right next to him.

Sizhui looks like he just stepped out of a period drama, with gorgeous embroidered robes and his hair elegantly tied in a bun. Jin Ling recognises a character from a popular drama that they both like and sometimes watch together after tutoring. He would be impressed by the quality of that disguise if he weren’t so crushed.

“Who’s in there?” Sizhui asks, smiling politely, leaning forward to see if he can recognise his guest. He gasps. “Oh, A-Ling, is that you?”

Jin Ling is glad the costume only shows his eyes, because his face is burning from mortification. He half wants to cry. He won’t, though, because Jingyi is right there, looking like he’s having the time of his life, and Jin Ling won’t give him that satisfaction.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he grunts. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Sizhui replies, his smile a little warmer now, though Jin Ling doesn’t really notice, too busy drowning in his humiliation. “I’m so glad you came, A-Ling! I have to go check something in the kitchen quickly, but let’s chat after, okay? Oh, do you want something to drink? I got pepsi for you, I’ll pour you a glass.”

Jin Ling nods, not that Sizhui can really see it with that stupid costume on. It doesn’t matter, Sizhui goes away, leaving Jin Ling alone with Jingyi whose western style demon costume fits awfully well, considering the circumstances.

“I can’t believe you came as a carrot,” Jingyi snickers.

“You said Sizhui would be a rabbit!” Jin Ling accuses.

Jingyi grins. “I said he considered it.”

“And you said that he said if he were a bunny and so someone dressed as a carrot, he’d ask them out on the spot!”

“Yeah, he did,” Jingyi laughs. “When we were fourteen and accidentally discovered his dad’s stash of alcohol. I can’t believe you did this. This is the best day of my life.”

Jin Ling has never so badly wanted to punch someone in the face, and that’s saying a lot because he pretty much always wants to punch Jingyi to begin with. They’re always playing pranks on each other, sure, but this time it feels mean in a way Jin Ling wouldn’t have expected from his friend. Jingyi knows about his crush on Sizhui, he knows how much Jin Ling was hoping to ask him out tonight, and now he can’t, because he’s a stupid carrot while Sizhui is a prince or something, and everything is ruined for ever.

“I’m going home,” Jin Ling hisses.

“Sure, do that,” Jingyi teases. “You should know where the door is. You’ve walked into it three times, after all.”

“Just once!” Jin Ling barks, as if that’s any better, and this time he does manage to get through the door on the first try, shoving Jingyi on his way out. His friend is still laughing, the awful bastard.

Jin Ling hates him. He hates him so much. And Jingyi, who is the worst person that Jin Ling has ever met, even counting the uncle who used him as a hostage and almost killed him when he was ten, follows Jin Ling to the front door, smirking the whole time.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jingyi says when Jin Ling grabs the doorknob.

“I don’t give a damn what you think I should do!” Jin Ling snaps, but he doesn’t open, not yet. “Why not?”

“Because Sizhui bought pepsi even though you’re literally his only friend to drink it,” Jingyi points out. “And he gots all those snacks that you like. And he dresses up as your favourite character from that stupid show you made him watch. So if you leave, all his efforts will be wasted, and that’s a lot more cruel than me making you wear a stupid costume,” Jingyi smugly adds. “Which, by the way, I didn’t expect you to actually do, you dork.”

Jin Ling glares at Jingyi, and hesitates.

He really should know better than to listen to anything Jingyi says.

But he still stays, because he’d have to be a fool to miss even the slightest chance to spend more time with Sizhui, anyway.

#zhuiling #lingzhui #jin ling #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #jingyi is a bit of a mean bitch but I think he just didn't expect to be taken seriously #jau writes #took me a while to find how to fill that one but in the end I had fun #thanks to partner for helping me find costume ideas for sizhui and jin ling!#mdzs #Anonymous

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survey--s · 3 years ago

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94.

Has anyone done anything nice for you today? Yes! Mike did the housework for me this morning so I could stay in bed longer, and Susie left me a slice of birthday cake to take home after my dog walk :)

The last time you hung out with your sibling(s), what did you do? I don’t have any siblings, but i saw one of my sisters-in-law on Tuesday and we just walked the dogs together.

Have you ever been so lonely, you cried? Sure, I’ve definitely felt like that in the past.

Have you ever given homeless people money? No.

Do you usually bring or buy a lunch for school? We had school lunches included in our fees and it wasn’t an option to bring a separate lunch or anything. That’s private school for you, lol.

Have you ever tried so hard to save up for something, but it was too hard? Sure, I always used to struggle to save for things as a kid - but now I really don’t mind as much, but I guess it’s easier to save when you have more money lol.

Who were you with today? I’ve spent most of the day alone but Mike’s home too - he’s just upstairs watching something different to me.

What do you think of England? I live there - I mean, parts of it are beautiful, parts not so much. We have the same issues as every other country, really.

What time did you take a shower today? I had a bath at around 10.30am when I finally got out of bed, lol.

Do you think it is bad to have sex at your age? Not at all.

If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom? No.

Do you agree with the American standard of beauty (blue eyes, blonde hair, tan skin, fit, etc.)? I mean, people like that can be beautiful, just as people who look the total opposite can be beautiful too.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, “Oh God, Ew.” Yeah, of course.

What would you do if you found out your last ex is engaged? I mean, I’d just feel sorry for the poor woman who had shackled herself to such a waste of space, lol.

Do you get along with your significant other’s family? Yeah.

How would you feel if a girl asked your boyfriend out for a drink? I mean, I wouldn’t care if she asked - it’s not a strangers job to maintain the boundaries in my relationship.

Who’s the last person you talked to about sex? I have no idea.

Do you know how it feels to be cheated on? Yes.

What plans do you have for tonight? Nothing at all. It’s only 3.30pm but I’ll probably just mess around online and watch TV, as per usual lol.

What’s your brother(s) / sister(s) names? I don’t have any siblings.

What was the last thing you drank? Pepsi Max.

How long did it take you to get over your last ex? A few months.

#survey #surveys #questions

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cassandras-blogg · 4 years ago

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“ Swallowing Courage “

( DANNY WAGNER X SAM KISZKA)

CHAPTER ONE - THE BIRTHDAY BOY Authors Note: This first chapter is dedicated to @imacrowcawcaw because they are just amazing 🥁🤍. Sam and Danny are in their senior year of high school in this story, and well, you’ll see where it goes.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DANNY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOUU.”

The three Kiszka boys sang loudly for their best friend, but Josh’s voice overpowered his siblings of course.

“Thank you guys.” Danny smiled, he paused and closed his eyes for a moment then blew out the candles. The cake was red velvet with white frosting. In the middle there was a drum kit drawn on with red and gold frosting, the edges of the cake were outlined with little hand drawn music notes.

The three boys clapped and cheered, then Jake and Josh went into the kitchen to get plates and forks.

“Wow dude. You didn’t wash the dishes?” Jake sighed once they reached the sink.

”Hey you were supposed to do them today, not me.” Josh shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the sponge next to the soap.

”Yeah, but I went to pick up the decorations. You should have known to do them before we started Danny’s party.” Jake complained as he put away the clean dishes to make room for the newly washed ones.

The twins continued arguing, and Sam reached over the table to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels. He already had a multiple shots before this but felt like he could handle more.

”If you both hurry up THEN we can have clean plates to eat this cake on. Right??” Sam shouted towards the kitchen, then after a few seconds he heard the water running and his brother’s voices softening.

Sam laughed and turned his head back towards Danny.

”Soo, what did you wish for Daniel?” Sam said before chasing his shot with cup of Pepsi.

”Ha. Not telling you.” Danny said.

”What! Just say it. I know you believe in a lot of superstitious shit or whatever, but come on telling me won’t ruin your wish.”

“Uh, yeah it will. The whole point is to keep it to yourself, so I’m not telling you.”

”Please? For me?” Sam laughed and tilted his head slightly to the left, then smiled with his teeth.

Usually his friend smiled with his lips closed, so when Sam randomly decided to smile with his teeth Danny was caught off guard. Whenever Sam directly smiled at Danny, for any reason, it always made him feel way too warm on the inside. This was odd to him, because it would come out of nowhere without warning. Most of the time when this warm feeling happened he would take a deep inhale, ignored the feeling, exhale, and then continue on with his conversation.

Inhale

Ignore

Exhale

Continue . . .

“I don't know, maybe I'll tell you later. If I feel like it." Danny sighed while looking down at his cake. He already knew that he was not going to have the balls to tell Sam his wish, or the hidden meaning behind the wish. Even if Danny did tell him, he knew that Sam could never fully understand it. Danny felt more alone than ever, even on a day like this where his friends are doing nothing but celebrating his life.

"Why do you sound sad??" Sam asked sounding confused yet concerned.

"I'm not sad." Danny denied. "You guys actually made me really happy today."

"Yeah, you did look happy today, but right now you sound like you're sad. Did something happen or what?" Sam asked throwing his arm around the back of Danny’s chair.

"Trust me, I'm fine." Danny answered, growing more annoyed with his questions.

"You obviously aren't, so you might as well tell me what's wrong. I mean ya already tell me everything else." Sam insisted.

"Stop pushing me to tell you. Can you just move on from it?"

After Danny said that, Sam made a dramatic gasp and moved his chair closer to his friend. "Ouch, the birthday boy is a grouchy boy today."

"Why don't you back off and just drop it?" Danny snapped at Sam without even thinking about it. The teasing started to make him feel frustrated. Danny also felt like his friend was leaning in way too close to his face, and he desparetely needed him to back off before that warm feeling came to attack him again.

The combination of the many shots and Danny's attitude got Sam super pissed off. He worked all day to make sure this party was perfect for his best friend, so he felt that Danny had no right speaking to him like this after all that work he did.

"Fine. I’ll back off, I guess. You know, just because it's your birthday does not mean you have the right to be an asshole to me." Sam said standing up, still holding a shot of fireball that he never took. "I fucking spent foreverrrr decorating the house and making this cake FOR YOU. D-Didn’t even let Jake or Josh help me bake, because I wanted to say I made it for YOU. On top of that, I got you a nice gift too. Dick."

After his rant was over, Sam turned his back and starting stumbling out of the dining room and into the living room. He forgot he was holding the shot and started spilling it on the floor on the way to the couch.

"What's are you guys fighting about??” Jake shouted over sounds of running water and dishes stacking together.

"Uh, it’s nothing! Wait, let me help you, okay? I'm sorry." Danny said standing up and quickly moving behind Sam, in case he fell or tripped over something.

Sam immediately stopped moving and started staring into the space in front of him. He put his hand on his chest and his other hand the wall next to him.

”Oh shit.” He said moving the hand from his chest to cover his mouth.

After seeing that, Danny ran to open the sliding door and Sam ran up behind him. He quickly moved out of the way and gently held Sam’s hair back so he could lean over throw up outside the house.

“Ahh gross, we were all just about to eat the cake.” Josh said coming back with clean dishes.

”Shit. Are you okay?” Jake asked following behind Josh.

“Mmm. Hmm. Yup. Ugh I’m okay.” Sam said wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry Danny. I didn’t mean to get this drunk tonight, but I feel way way better now.”

Danny let go of his hair and smiled in relief, because he knew that Sam was not mad at him anymore. Even when they weren’t drinking, they usually forgave each other pretty easily.

”It’s okay Sam, I’m sorry too. Let’s go eat the cake you made me.”

After eating they all began to feel full and tired, but the twin’s enthusiasm had not died down yet. For the twins the drinking had just begun. Sam wasn’t used to drinking and he was already sick, so he decided to stick with water for the rest of the night. Danny was beginning to feel a little bit buzzed, but he was too much of a control freak to let himself become fully drunk.

“Okay, Okay later. Another shot??” Jake offered reaching for the fireball.

”Oh no- no I’m cool, I’m alright. Sort of already starting to get drunk.” Danny insisted.

“You’re only 18 once!” Josh said coming back from the kitchen with plates and forks.

”Yeah.” Jake said following behind his twin. “You can’t turn in for the night yet.”

“No no, I don’t want to get wasted, I want to be able to remember this! Seriously, you guys didn’t have to do all of this.” Danny said looking down at his homemade cake and then he lifted his head up, glancing at the elaborate gold and black metallic decorations around the room.

“All this?? You didn’t open your gifts yet.” Sam jumped up and went to get his gift for Danny that was in his bedroom. He was far more collected and sober now after eating and drinking tons of water.

”Oh yeahh. Duh. Here you go. Happy birthday to our best fuckin’ friend on this whole planet!!” Jake slurred and handed over gift.

Jake got him these super nice over the ear headphones that he has been wanting for awhile. “YESS! Thank you Jake.”

Josh bought him a few colorful outfits that he thought would suit his friend.

“Wow I love the pattern on this shirt. I bet you wanted to keep it for yourself huh??” Danny laughed and gently kicking Josh’s foot under the table. Josh kicked his foot back harder in response. “You know I did! But I really wanted you to have it.” He grinned widely.

Danny looked over at Sam, and quickly realized that his friend was already staring at him beforehand. Sam smiled once they made eye contact and handed him a small green cube with a ribbon on the top of it.

”Happy birthday Danny. I’m not gonna drag this out, so I don’t sound too much like a crybaby. I just want to say that you have been my best friend forever, and you always will be. I hope everytime you see this gift you remember that.”

“Awe, thank you.” The warm feeling came back again after Sam said that, but once he opened the box it just hit him like an oncoming semi truck. It was a fucking ring. A black ceramic ring. Danny did not waste any time before he put in on his finger.

”I have the same one.” Sam said, and now Danny felt like he was going to throw up in his mouth out of nervousness. It made him excited, but also confused.

”What? Uh, Why?” Danny asked trying to make himself sound more curious than afraid.

“That’s how best friend jewlery works, stupid.” Sam laughed and shoved his shoulder. “I don’t like to wear rings though, so mine is on a necklace.” He reached down his shirt and pulled out a chain with the same black ring hanging on it.

”Thank you.” Danny said quietly. “Well?? Do you like it??” Sam asked eagerly.

”I love it.” He back answered with no hesitation.

It was 3:00 AM now, Jake fell asleep first.

”Get up.” Josh said shaking his brother’s shoulder.

”What?? Why??” Jake mumbled.

”You have to go to your own room, so Danny can sleep on the couch.” Josh said shaking him harder.

”He can sleep in your room. Or Sam’s room.” Jake mumbled again not moving an inch.

“Okay Danny. My room or Sam’s room?” Josh asked. Danny sighed. “Umm.”

He could pick Josh’s room and have no anxiety and no weird warm feeling. Or he could pick Sam’s room where there is a huge risk of feeling uncomfortable and overheated real quick.

“My room is bigger.” Sam said casually, before Danny had the chance to make a proper decision.

“Yeah you’re right. Well goodnight guys.” Josh said making his way to his own room.

Danny immediately crawled into Sam’s bed and pulled the covers over his face. Trying his best to start feeling tired and not feel so jittery and alert.

”Do you think you’re going to sleep without telling me your wish??” Sam asked sitting down on the outside of the blankets.

”I was hoping you would forget about it.”

”No I didn’t, so tell me it. Why did it make you get all cranky and defensive earlier?”

”It’s a really stupid wish.”

“I bet it’s not.” Sam was not backing down, so Danny just thought, well fuck it, he obviously wants to know.

”It was to um, have courage.” Danny said quietly.

“Wow, that is a stupid wish.” Sam said back immediately.

”Why do you think so?”

”Because you already have courage Danny.” Sam sighed.

“No I don’t, trust me.”

”Okay then, courage to do what??”

”Toexperimentwithaguyifiwantedtoo.” Danny spilled out without taking a pause between words. “What?? Say it slower than that!” Sam laughed.

”To experiment with. A guy. If I wanted too.” Danny said again but much slower.

“Holy shit.” Sam said with wide eyes that made Danny so much more nervous. “Well, you obviously want to, or else you wouldn’t have wished for the courage to do it.”

That made Danny really think again about his wish, he hated that Sam was right. He couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face and the tears starting to form in his eyes.

“I’m just so lost right now.”

This made Sam’s heart hurt. He couldn’t believe how emotional Danny was getting over this, this has obviously been taking a toll on him and Sam had no idea this was going on inside his head. He carefully thought about his words before choosing to speak again.

”You know I would do anything for you? Like anything. ” Sam said putting his hand on Danny’s shoulder.

”Yeah I know that you would.” He sighed.

”Okay then, where do you want to start?” Sam asked standing up so he could pull the covers back.

”What!?” Danny almost choked on his own spit. He grabbed the covers and pulled them back towards his body to cover himself. He knew that Sam was openly bisexual, but he never thought Sam would ever think about touching him in a way that wasn’t platonic.

”Don’t make it more weird. Just tell me what you want to do, then we can do that, and move on from it okay? We wouldn’t have to talk about it again if you didn’t want to. Deal??” Sam asked putting a reassuring hand on Danny’s back. That made Danny feel a whole lot better, Sam was not pressuring him to do anything he didn’t want to do, and plus he was right. He trusted that they could just move on and not have to talk about it again, because they were close like that.

”Okay deal.” Danny managed to say after an long pause.

“So what do you want to do first? Kiss or what?” Sam asked casually, the tone of his voice showed that this was not a big deal for him at all.

”I feel like that’s moving too quick.” Danny said shuffling his hands together.

“Too quick??” Sam laughed loudly. “What then? Do you want to cuddle or hold hands first?” He was completely joking, but Danny took him seriously. “Even cuddling sounds like too much for us to start with. I’ve never held hands with a guys before, so um can we just, uh, hold hands for the rest of the night??” Danny asked knowing his face was burning and turning red.

“Alright then Daniel, that’s easy.” Sam said he stood up to turn off the lights and then finally started getting into the blankets. He reached over Danny’s waist, which almost made him jump, then he felt around and found Danny’s hand. At first Sam lightly placed his hand on top of his, then he squeezed his hand tightly, and that felt really good for Danny. The more pressure he used the less nervous he felt. Danny tried to go to sleep, but it was hard with Sam so close to him.

“Sam??”

”Yeah??”

”Thank you.” Danny whispered.

”You’re welcome.” Sam whispered back. He started playing around with Danny’s rough hands. He slowly traced his fingers over the ring that he gave Danny. Eventually he interlaced their hands together.

Danny felt warm all over, except this time he did not feel like running away from it. Danny squeezed Sam’s hand and sighed deeply closing his eyes. Danny was astonished by how comfortable he felt. He didn’t need to do whole “Inhale, Ignore, Exhale” exercise that he normally needed to do around Sam.

He actually wanted to be in this moment, and not ignore or escape it for one minute.

THAT’S THE END OF CH.1

Tell me if you love it or hate it. Roast me or praise me. I’ll accept either TBH. Also I’ve never wrote a full length fanfic before so... peace out ✌🏼

#greta van fleet #dannywagner #samkiszka #jakekiszka #gvf #joshkiszka #peaceful army #gretavanfleet #sanny #greta van fic

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 years ago

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get away ~ roman godfrey;hemlock grove

word count: 1265

request?: no

description: when you decide to go to a house party, you find yourself the victim of some drunk guy’s unwanted attention, and a certain someone steps in to save you.

pairing: roman godfrey x female!reader

warnings: swearing, harassment, a little violence but nothing too bad

(y/f/n) = your friend’s name

Parties weren't usually your scene, mainly because you couldn’t stand any of the assholes at Hemlock Grove High that threw parties. But you felt obligated to go to the house party one of the popular girls was throwing. All the seniors at Hemlock Grove High were invited, celebrating the beginning of their final year of school. Your plan was to go, stay close to your friend the whole night, socialize the best you could with drunk assholes, then go home and watch Netflix for the night.

Upon arriving to the party at 10:00, it was obvious that everyone was already very drunk, or high.

“So this is a popular party, huh?” you said as you scrunched up your nose and looked around. Nothing looked particularly...desirable. Everyone was huddled in their cliques, like they were in the school hallways, drinking and being way too loud for how close they all were. Some awful techno music was blasting through the speakers while one of the jocks tried to seem like a DJ but was obviously just drunkenly dancing and pressing buttons to start up the next song, meanwhile the rest of the jocks were roughhousing with each other.

“Apparently so,” your friend responded. “We’ve really been missing out. How are we ever going to live knowing we missed this excitement?”

“I might die on the spot with sadness,” you responded. “Let’s see if they have anything decent to drink.”

You both pushed your way through the crowd of people to the kitchen, which was surprisingly kind of empty. You both found a cooler placed on the counter with bottles of alcohol stuck out of it. You both grabbed a bottle of rum and a can of Pepsi each and mixed your drinks. As you took your first sips, the party host, a cheerleader named Charlotte that was everyone’s friend to their faces, stumbled into the kitchen.

“(Y/N)!” she exclaimed excitedly. “(Y/F/N)! I’m so glad you two came! You never come to parties!”

“We’re never invited,” (Y/F/N) responded. “Something about not being popular.”

Charlotte giggled. “That’s bullshit! I like you both. I’m gonna invite you to all my parties from now on!”

Before you could both could protest, Charlotte threw her arms around the both of you before stumbling back out of the kitchen, mumbling something about looking for the bathroom.

“Yeah, now I really regret missing out on this stuff,” you said with a nod. “I’m gonna take my drink outside for a second, I already feel like I need air. You gonna come?”

“I’ll be out in a second, I’m with Charlotte on the bathroom thing.”

You nodded and opened the sliding door that connected the kitchen to the patio. The minute the cold air hit you, you sighed with relief. You didn’t realize how stuffy it was inside of that house, but it made sense with how many bodies were packed into the one house with no windows open.

You sat yourself down on the steps of the deck and sipped on your drink. You were more than content to sit here for the rest of the party, joined soon by (Y/F/N), and then leave and never come back to another party. Unfortunately, a couple of asshole jocks had a different plan.

You didn’t even hear them come out until one sat himself down next to you. “Well look who we have here. Miss. Antisocial herself decided to join us at a party.”

“Fuck off Mark,” you muttered before sipping your drink again. The smell of beer coming from him, from the three of them, was so strong you wanted to vomit.

“Don’t tempt me,” Mark responded with a wink. “You look good tonight, (Y/N). Who knew you had such a sexy figure.”

His words made you squirm uncomfortably. (Y/F/N) had to be coming soon, right? She’d save you from these jerks.

Suddenly, Mark’s hand was on your back, causing you to jump. “You know, Charlotte has quite a few empty rooms up there if you’d like to blow this joint for a while, or other things.”

Fully disgusted, you quickly stood. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last guy on Earth, Mark. Now, if you guys will excuse me.”

You turned to walk away when Mark’s two friends stood in your way. You glared at them and tried to walk around them, but they put hands out to stop you, grinning as if it were all a joke.

“We don’t need a room, baby, I don’t mind doing it out here where everyone can see us.”

Mark grabbed you and shoved you against the railing of the patio, trying to grab a hold of your clothes. You fought back against him, hitting him hard and attempting to kick him. His disgusting jock friends merely watched as if this were an okay thing to be happening.

“Get the fuck away from her!”

Suddenly, Mark was thrown off you and almost thrown through the glass sliding door. Your surprising saviour was none other than a very pissed off Roman Godfrey.

“What the fuck, Godfrey?!” Mark snapped. “If you wanted a turn you could’ve just asked!”

“You get the fuck away from her,” Roman hissed. “All three of you. You get far, far away and never come near her again or I will fucking kill you!”

The jocks got up and walked away, grumbling something about Roman ruining their fun, slamming the glass door so hard you were sure it would shatter into a million pieces.

Roman turned to you, the anger on his face melting into concern. “Are you okay? Did those fuckheads hurt you?”

“What do you care?” you asked. “You’ve never paid the slightest attention to me before.”

“Just because I haven’t tried to get in your pants doesn’t mean I was about to let you get raped by a waste of human conception like Mark,” he retorted.

You sighed, realizing how ungrateful you sounded. Obviously Roman had just saved you from something very bad. You crossed your arms and stared down at your feet. “Thanks.”

“Wow, did that hurt?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “A little bit, yeah.”

The two of you stood in silence for a while. You noticed your discarded drink on the floor, dropped and spilt in your fight with Mark. Pity, that was the only thing that was going to get your through this party.

“Wanna go somewhere?”

Your head snapped up to look at Roman. “Wait, seriously?”

Roman shrugged. “Yeah sure, why not? Doesn’t seem like your scene, and it’s not really mind either. I brought my car, wanna go for a drive?”

“I’m kind of here with someone,” you responded.

“Well tell them you’re leaving.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not used to people saying no, are you?”

“Not really, no.”

He was right that you didn’t want to be there, but should you really go running off with the residence ladies man of Hemlock Grove? The guy who’s fucked just about every girl in Hemlock Grove High, maybe even every girl in the town. The guy who just openly admitted he hadn’t tried to get into your pants (yet).

But then again you couldn’t just judge a person by the rumors that were spread about them. Plus, Roman was really good looking. What would one little drive hurt?

“Have you been drinking?” you asked.

“Nope, I just got here,” he responded.

After a brief moment of pondering, you shrugged. “Fuck it. Lead the way.”

I’m totally going to do a part two, I was going to continue this imagine here but I kind of want to make the second part its own thing

#roman godfrey #hemlock grove #bill skarsgard #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey x reader #hemlock grove imagine #bill skarsgard imagine #imagine #part one

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always-and-forever-a-killjoy · 4 years ago

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Hey fuckers! So I wrote this all today and liked it enough to post, please enjoy this minimally edited mess of a fic! But read the warnings carefully!! You also may want to read the other fics in the series to understand this? But it's not super necessary. (First three fics here, here, and here, mind the warnings.) Also shoutout to @wishiwasthemoon-tonight for encouraging my angsty bullshit, for this fic and many, many others.

Title: the last thing i see

Wordcount: 1734

Summary: Cherri Cola has died before.

It’s not a big surprise to him when he dies again.

Warnings: blood, violence, major character death, implied self harm, referenced suicide and suicidal thoughts, and a fuckton of swearing as usual. (How did I fit that all in less than 2k words? Talent.)

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia @dagger-queen (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

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(Actual fic under the cut)

Cherri Cola has died before.

He remembers what it was like, his breaths growing more difficult as the hot sand burnt his skin and everything hurt-hurt-hurt. He remembers how cold the darkness felt, the oblivion it promised. He remembers fighting against it, remembers the fear and the pain and the voice in his head screaming ‘I don’t want to die alone’. The helplessness, he remembers, too, his arms aching from the cuts he put there himself and the way he had forced them to try and drag his weight. Helpless and alone, and scared. He knows what it’s like to die in the desert.

Cherri Cola has died before.

It’s not a big surprise to him when he dies again.

The Girl leaves him by the water cooler, saying she’s going to Dr. D’s for the night. He doesn’t believe her, not after her words at the concert, but Cherri Cola is wise enough to know that he has to let her go. Much as he would like to hold her and protect her forever, he’s already failed to do that when she really needed it. So all he can do now is support her in what choices she makes and not think about how he’s failing to protect her like he failed to protect the killjoys who died to save her.

She doesn’t come back, and Cherri knows he’s already failed. He leaves to help her anyways, that day, when the dreadful news comes that mom and dad are coming home at last. It’s broadcast on every radio station, a cry, a call, a desperate scream for help.

For the first time in over ten long years, Cherri picks up a ray gun, the weight familiar in his hands. He flicks the safety off, ready to shoot, and flips the switch from stun to kill. Although it takes precious moments he can barely afford to waste, he takes the time to fire a few practice shots before he tucks it away in the holster. He can’t afford for his skill to be compromised at all for this mission- a single slip could cost the lives of many of the young ‘joys of the desert, hardly more than children. So once his ray gun is ready to fire, he pulls on his mask. Die with your mask on if you've got to, just as Dr. Death Defying said all those years ago.

He will die with his mask on, that day.

Cherri arrives to chaos, and he doesn’t hesitate a second before jumping into the fight. Within moments, he can see Motorbaby crouched, looking like she’s been hit by a stun shot as a Draculoid stands over her. There’s not a single second to think, so he doesn’t. He just acts, taking down the drac with a single well-placed shot. Cherri ignores the stares of the ‘joys around him, every ounce of his focus on the Girl.

“Cola?” Her voice is weak, but it’s present, and he breathes a tiny sigh of relief.

“I’ll take care of this.” He’s failed her so many times, he won’t fail her this time.

“Cola, Val killed D. I didn’t get there in time to stop him, I-“ Cherri’s heart breaks at the anguish in her voice as she steadies and goes on. “I shouldn’t have left you like that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” It’s more than okay; it’s his fault, really, but he doesn’t have the time or the words to express that. “Dr. Death Defying will be with our other friends soon. Now stay down!”

It’s all the reassurance he has time to provide her as plasma bolts shoot past his head. Drac after drac falls to his ray gun, as easily as ever. Killing comes far too easily to him, or did. Now, it’s not quite the same, but he soothes the guilt that rises to choke him with whispers of ‘it’s for Motorbaby’.

And he hardly has time to think, hardly time to breathe, before the Girl is trying to warn him. “Cola…behind you…”

There isn’t a second to move or dodge as a bolt hits him squarely in the back, and he knows he’s dead. Out of all the ways that he could have died, this one hasn’t been in his head for a long time, now. In his earlier days, in the Analog Wars, ‘in a fire fight’ would be a probable way for him to die, one he thought about often enough that he wouldn’t have been surprised. But by now, he’s been thinking he’ll fall at his own hands, not a scarecrow’s, for long enough that he’s still surprised as he topples to the ground.

Dying in a firefight is nothing like the ways he’s died before. It hurts, of course it does, but in the detached way that means he’s already dead or close to that. It’s not a slow, painful death, it’s quick and fiery. Pain arcs through him, and he’s dead before he hits the ground. And despite the hint of surprise, he knows that he was never going to survive this fight. Like the Fabulous Four before him, he knew he would die for the Girl.

Cherri Cola dies, and he does not regret it.

The only thing he regrets now is that he can’t be there for the Girl as she stands up- or, rather, her spirit does. The Phoenix Witch scooped his mask off his face, and so Cherri is there too, but she keeps a firm grasp on his soul. There’s nothing he can do, nothing he can say, to the Girl his friends loved so and he loved just as much. They are not in the spirit world, nor even the borderlands, and Cherri is helpless once again. Helpless to speak, helpless to comfort her, helpless to resist as the Phoenix Witch sweeps away with him and countless other souls.

This time, there’s no Newsie to save him. She fell some three years back, and Cherri was not brave enough to quest into the Phoenix Witch’s domain as she did for him. Newsie wouldn’t have been able to save him anyways, he knows. This was his last chance, the Phoenix Witch told him oh-so-many years ago. His last shot at life, granted to him by the love of his sibling.

There may be no Newsie to save him, but when the Phoenix Witch crosses the last boundary of the borderlands where he once stood, there is a Newsie to welcome him.

They laugh, presumably at his stunned face, running over to give him a tight hug with a “Finally, fucker!”

“Newsie? Newsie, I’m sorry-“

“Why the fuck are you apologizing? You’re finally fucking here!” Newsie freezes. “Cherri, you didn’t-“

“I died fighting Better Living Industries,” he promises.

“Oh thank fuck. How is it out there?”

“Bad, Newsie, it’s bad. Motorbaby is alive, which is a ray of hope, but some asshole named Val killed D-“

“Oh, yeah, we know. He showed up and immediately started giving Pone shit for making the afterlife glittery.”

“I don’t understand it!” Dr. Death Defying is there, all of the sudden, looking quite distressed. “How do you even make the spirit world glittery?”

“Ey’s Pony, D.” Cherri can’t help but smile. “Ey can’t just not glitter-ify places.”

“That’s because I’m the gayest Pony in the desert!” Show Pony flashes him a smile as ey skates up.

“Sure are, Pone,” Cherri says softly.

Next is Hot Chimp, grinning as she gives him a small wave. “Hey, brother-in-law.”

“Hey, sister-in-law. Nice to see you again."

And finally, four familiar figures who he hasn’t seen in far too long step out, looking exactly how he last saw them but minus the grim determination. Instead, Party Poison is grinning as Kobra Kid gives him a small nod, and Jet Star’s gentle smile is just as wide as Fun Ghoul’s toothy grin.

“I’m sorry,” Cherri tells them.

“We forgive you,” Poison says with surprising gentleness. “We never resented you much to begin with, even if you are an insufferable bastard. We’d never ask you to die for us.”

"I would have." It's important that they know that; he never go to tell them when they were alive.

"We knew that." Poison cracks a small grin. “Pepsi.”

Cherri isn’t even sure if ghosts can cry, but they must be able to because his cheeks are wet and words suddenly seem very difficult as he takes a few shuddering breaths.

“Oh Witch, I think I broke Pepsi,” Poison mutters.

Newsie flips them off and gives Cherri a playful glare. “Come on, don’t start crying now, asshole! We’re finally all here, or mostly, anyways!”

That only makes him cry harder, burying his face in his hands just as he did the day the Fabulous Four died. It's been a long time since he's cried like this, utterly vulnerable but happy for once, a bittersweet cry as opposed to one of sheer pain.

As it turns out, ghosts can’t only cry, but also hug, and Cherri finds himself wrapped in so many sets of arms he can’t even tell whose are whose. He thinks it’s Newsie’s shoulder that his face ends up buried in, is pretty sure that the hands rubbing his back are Jet’s, but he really doesn’t know. It doesn’t really matter, in the end, because he’s here with his family and that’s all that really matters.

Later, they’ll trade tales of what happened while they were all apart and Cherri will tell the Fabulous Four everything about the Girl he can remember, from her cat to the fight with the exterminators. He’ll pretend not to notice Poison sniffling or how choked Ghoul’s voice is, and they’ll pretend not to notice how his voice breaks when he talks about the day they died.

Newsie and Hot Chimp will update him on all the ‘tea’ of the land of the dead and how Newsie almost punched the Phoenix Witch, and D will give him a surprisingly (given the fact that they’re both dead) warm hug, and promise that it’s not his fault for failing to stop Val. And of course, Show Pony won't let him get away without a little bit of shittalking his fashion sense and catching up on what's happened since eir death.

But all of that will come later. For now, Cherri’s family holds him tightly, and that’s all Cherri needs.

#cherri cola #the girl #ttlofk #auri writes #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #newsagogo

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creativestalkerrs · 5 years ago

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The Female Spider-Man; Part One (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary; after years of fighting, Peter becomes aware that there is another one like him, and goes on to meet them.

Warning; some FFH spoilers, swearing, sexual themes

Word Count; 1.9K

A/N; I think this just might be my first series

“What do you mean there is another one of me?” Peter asked completely dumbfounded. Happy rolled his eyes, not wanting to explain everything again.

“Yes… There is. We never saw a case like this before. Usually, it’s within another universe, but they seem to be in ours… You could use there help, whoever they are,” Happy suggested. “They seem to be hiding out in Californa,” Happy looked at the screen, Peter standing up.

“Do you have any leads on who this person is? I… I don’t want to trust something, especially after Mysterio. What if that happens again Happy?” Peter crossed his arms across his chest, as he looked down at his shoes.

“Use your Peter tingle, make your own judgment. You’re a smart kid, Peter. Just maybe meet them first before anything. This could be huge, a multi-verse,” Happy said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Peter looked at Happy and knew maybe this could be something great. Peter went to the window and looked out, seeing New York’s skylines.

“When can I get to Californa then?” Peter asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” Happy smiled. “Pack your stuff and I’ll meet you at the house at 9 o’clock,” Happy spoke, Peter, turning around.

“I’ll see you at 9,”

Peter’s mind was racing. How could there be another like him on this earth? And why hasn’t he heard about them until now? The flight to LA was short and sweet, considering he got a private lift from one of Tony’s guys. Happy sent him an address that could be it, but he had no name or face. Peter just had to use that tingle of his to figure it out. With no leads and a 50/50 chance of having the right address, Peter was lost in LA.

Peter checked in to his hotel room, hoping that he could do some research on this ‘other Spider-Man,’ and to see if any news about them has surfaced, but it was a dead end. What kind of Spider-Man is this? Peter spent all night searching and searching, it was useless. What if this other Spider-Man didn’t even exist, then why waste all this time looking?

The lights of the hotel room turned off. Peter jumped and tried to turn them on again, they were out. The TV turned on to static and the words Have you tried _____? Peter’s eyes narrowed, looking at the words again, he couldn’t read the rest of the words. The TV turned off and the lights turned on again. What did the last part read? Fuck! Peter could sense something was off. Peter sighed as he lay on his bed. It was late and he should eat and then sleep. But Peter couldn’t get that weird feeling to go away. He should try the address. He saw it was close by to the hotel room.

Peter walked down the street, looking at the lights. LA was way different from Queens. The walk to this address was beyond beautiful it was by the beach. The ocean waves hitting the shore made Peter be at ease. The breeze cooled his skin.

He walked down the driveway, the house was huge, unexpecting that. The front door’s light was on and Peter knocked on the door, praying it could be it. The hair on his neck stood up as he heard footsteps on the other side. The door opened to see a tallish woman, in only a gray matching bra and underwear and a silk pink robe with flowers and knee socks. Peter took a double take of the women as she leaned on the door frame. He wasn’t sure what to ask. He didn’t have a name for him to give.

“Yes?” The women asked, her eyes narrowed as she looked at Peter, arms across her chest. Peter looked inside the house and back at him. She knew he was coming. “Peter Parker?” She questioned with a smirk. “Who sent you?” She slowly asked.

“H-Happy Hogan,” Peter stuttered.

“What I expected. You’re Spider-Man?” She asked.

“Um,” Peter didn’t know how to respond.

“Did you get my message on the TV? Come in, we don’t want anyone listening in on our conversation,” The women said, pulling Peter inside the hose and slamming the door. “Are you Spider-Man?”

“Yes. And who are you?” Peter asked, looking around the house. Peter then looking at a record that was framed and then her face. She looked extremely familiar.

“Y/N Y/L/N… I’ve finally found you… another one like me,” Y/N smiled as she went up to Peter.

“Y/N as in the singer?” He asked. She smiled.

“Yes… I make sure to lay low. How old are you Peter? Spider-Man seems to be around 16 I could say… I have no idea. Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable, I’ll tell you everything,”

“I’m 18… I’ll be 19 soon,”

“Hmp, same,” Y/N smiled as she went into the kitchen, Peter following. “Do you want Coke, Pepsi or?” Y/N asked, leaning into the fridge looking at Peter.

“Um. Coke,” Peter said. He was admiring her kitchen. Holy shit she was loaded. Y/N gave Peter a can. “So… are you from this earth?” Peter asked as Y/N shut the fridge.

“Yes. I’m from this earth… I got bitten by a spider, in fact, it was the same spider as yours,”

“How do you know all this?” Peter asked sitting down on the couch as Y/N joined him.

“I see you… I’ve seen everything you have done as Spider-Man… we’re connected Peter, you and I… but I never knew you… I have no idea if that makes sense because we’re different, yet, very much the same,” Y/N trailed off. Peter leaned in, confused, yet intrigued.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked. Y/N sighed.

“What color are your webs?” Y/N asked.

“White, why?”

“Mine come out black… and I have these other sets of powers,” Y/N took a deep breath and shot her webs at the wall behind Peter. Peter flinched back as he saw the black goop hit the wall. Peter never has seen anything like it. The goop landed on one of Y/N record, he got up and looked at it, at both the goop and the record. The stuff was just like his, but black.

“That’s odd…” He said.

“Sometimes it can melt stuff… like it’s acid or something but that’s only if I’m in danger and I used it twice… when Mysterio was after me,” Peter turned around, his eyebrows raised.

“How do you know Mysterio?” Peter asked. Y/N’s eyes away from Peter. She tried to think.

“He… he was my uncle… tried to kill me twice… had to use it twice. Didn’t hurt him at all… treated everyone as if he was the hero… you killed him two years ago… I thank you. I wanted to be like you, Peter. A hero. I wanted to use my powers but I never could. He knew too much, it was my fault…” Y/N began to hyperventilate, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry Peter if he hurt you. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. He wanted to be the next Iron Man and he wanted you to rule with him because I couldn’t… Thank god he didn’t know about my other ability,” Y/N took a deep breathe trying her best to keep it together. Peter sat next to her, unsure of what to say. Everything started to make sense. “I’m sorry if he hurt you, Peter, I’m sorry…” Y/N whispered as she looked at Peter who frowned.

“Hey… Everything will be fine. This is all new to me too. I didn’t realize there was another one of me till yesterday, it’s good to know someone understands,” Peter was still skeptical but that tingle reassured him that she wasn’t lying. “What is your other ability?” Peter asked. Y/N pulled her hair back and signed.

“Promise you won’t freak out?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing scares me anymore, I saw a bunch of crazy stuff… Fought a purple alien guy… went to space… Yea, I think whatever you’ll show me won’t freak me out too much,” Peter rambled as Y/N laughed.

“I can… shapeshift into things…” Y/N shut her eyes tightly, her body shaking. Peter saw her veins in her arms pop out, her nose bleeding with black goop, simpler to her webs. There Peter saw a pretty girl, changing into something or someone else. Y/N begins to scream, but trying her best to be quite so no one in her neighborhood could hear her. Peter began to see himself. His jaw dropped. Y/N fell on the floor, but it wasn’t Y/N from a minute ago. Peter rushed over to the body and rolled it over. Peter was looking at Peter.

“What the hell?” Peter asked, helping her or him or whatever Y/N was now, up. Y/N stretched her back out and cracked her neck. She looked in the mirror and saw herself, now an 18-year-old boy with her similar powers.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked, her voice relatively staying the same, but a bit of Peter’s shinning throw. Peter wasn’t sure how to respond, seeing himself as someone else.

“Just… just like me,” Peter whispered.

“This power can be useful… If I shapeshift into another superhero, I can have their powers for a short amount of times… but I lose mine, expect to shift back. So If I wanted to be… let’s say, Mysterio,” Y/N then shifts back into herself and the same process as before began to play, but with more ease. “I have to go as myself then to Mysterio, but it becomes easier. The first shift always fucking sucks,” Y/N said as Mysterio. Peter wanted to jump at her, to attack, but before he could, Y/N changed back to herself. “Don’t make me shift into Mysterio again…” Y/N groaned, sitting down. “Endless you need me too, of course,” Y/N giving him a small smile.

“That’s such a useful power… How come I didn’t get that ability?” Peter complained, sitting back next to her.

“Did I mention I test tube baby?” Y/N casually mentioned. “I had this power before our power, but since I have our power it’s easier to shift,” Y/N smiled. “What are you doing tonight?” Y/N asked.

“This and going back to my hotel room. Why?”

“You know… since I’m famous, want to join me in a party?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know if I can… Mysterio really screwed me over with that stunt 2 years ago and I’m still kind of recovering. What if people want to attack me still?” Peter asked. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Love, this is LA, not Queens. It will be fun, it’s just some of my friends. I’ll make sure you’ll be safe. I have my Spidey sense on you anyways. If someone messes with a fellow Spider… person, I will let them eat shit,” Y/N smiled with a twinkle in her eyes.

Peter signed. “Fine, I will go. I don’t have any party LA clothes,” Peter complained.

“Keep forgetting I’m rich. That’s not a problem,” Y/N winked.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker au #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland au #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagi #tom holland angst #spiderman #spiderman x reader #tom holland imagine

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