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A World Apart

Paring: Lip Gallagher x Reader (No use of Y/n)

Warnings: Reader gets herself into trouble that is inferred that it could lead to sexual harassment.

Word Count: 9.5 K

Summary: You're not a part of Lip's world, you just don't understand how things work around the South Side. Lip constantly shows up to rescue you and keep you safe.

Reader’s POV

It wasn’t like I hadn’t been warned.

“You don’t belong down there,” my dad had said, his voice tight with the kind of control he thought made him sound authoritative. “You think those people care about your bleeding heart? You’ll get eaten alive.”

His words stuck with me, like tar on a new shoe, dragging behind me even as I pressed forward. It wasn’t as if I’d meant to end up on the South Side so often—it just… happened. The people there felt real, raw in a way the manicured lawns and gated homes of the North Side didn’t.

But now, sitting in the back of a dingy laundromat with my heart hammering, I was starting to think maybe my dad had been right.

“You’re too pretty to be sitting here alone.” The guy’s voice was low, and scratchy, like he’d been smoking since birth. He leaned over me, too close. His stained shirt reeked of sweat and stale beer.

I pressed myself against the plastic chair, clutching my phone as if it might somehow shield me. “I’m just waiting for my friend,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Friend, huh?” His grin made my stomach churn. “Don’t see nobody around here but you. What’s a North Side girl doing slumming it like this?”

My throat dried up. I didn’t have an answer—at least not one that would make sense to someone like him. My instinct was to run, but his frame blocked the narrow space between me and the exit.

“Hey!” A familiar voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and commanding. “Get the hell away from her.”

Lip Gallagher.

He appeared in the doorway, his shoulders squared, his scowl so dark it could’ve melted ice.

The guy glanced at Lip, and for a second, I thought he might push back. But something in Lip’s expression—something cold and unyielding—made him back off. He raised his hands mockingly. “All right, man, relax. Didn’t know she was yours.”

Lip didn’t dignify that with a response. He waited until the guy slinked out of the laundromat before turning to me.

“Are you okay?” His voice softened as he crouched down, coming to my level.

My nod felt stiff like my body hadn’t caught up with the relief flooding through me. “I’m fine,” I managed, though my shaking hands betrayed me.

“You shouldn’t be here by yourself,” he said, his tone still rough but threaded with concern. “Not around here.”

I wanted to defend myself, to say I didn’t need a babysitter, but the truth was I did. My naivety had landed me in trouble more than once since I started spending time on the South Side.

Lip sighed, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

I didn’t argue.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

She had no business being down here.

That was my first thought as I watched her clutch her phone like it was a life raft, her big, terrified eyes darting around the laundromat. She didn’t fit—didn’t belong in the cracked tile and flickering lights of this place. Not in those clean jeans and the sweater that looked like it cost more than my entire wardrobe.

The second thought? How stupid she was for putting herself in danger.

But the third thought, the one that stuck, was that I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“You’ve got a death wish, you know that?” I muttered as we walked back to my place.

She didn’t respond, just kept her eyes on the sidewalk like it might trip her up if she looked away. Her silence wasn’t new—she wasn’t exactly chatty even on a good day. But something about the way she carried herself made me ease up. She looked small and vulnerable, fragile in a way that made my chest ache.

“Why the hell were you there alone?” I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

“I… I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” she said quietly, her words tumbling out like an apology.

“Not a big deal?” I stopped walking, turning to face her. “You get that guy wasn’t gonna just walk away, right? If I hadn’t shown up—”

She flinched, and I shut my mouth.

Damn it. I didn’t mean to scare her.

“Look,” I said, softer this time. “I’m just saying… be careful, okay?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing. “Thanks, Lip. For… y’know.”

I shrugged, but the truth was, hearing her say my name like that made something warm settle in my chest.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

Lip’s house—or whatever you’d call the chaos he lived in—wasn’t what I’d expected. I wasn’t naive enough to think it’d be neat and tidy, but the sheer disarray was overwhelming. Clothes were tossed across the couches and floors, beer bottles crowded the coffee table, and the faint scent of stale smoke hung in the air.

Still, it was better than being outside.

“Sorry for the mess,” Lip said, running a hand through his hair as he stepped over a pile of magazines. “Not exactly Buckingham Palace, but it’s safe.”

I offered him a faint smile. “I don’t mind.”

And I didn’t. For all its clutter, the Gallagher house felt more alive than any room I’d ever stepped into back home. The kids running up and down the stairs, the hum of conversation even when no one was talking—it was chaotic, yes, but it felt… real.

Lip dropped onto the couch, stretching out like he hadn’t had a decent rest in days. He patted the spot next to him.

“Come on, sit down. You’re making me nervous, just standing there.”

I hesitated for a moment before lowering myself onto the cushion, careful to avoid a stray can of beer.

“You’re shaking.” His voice was softer now, and when I looked up, I saw his eyes fixed on my hands, which were clenched tightly in my lap.

“Am I?” I tried to laugh, but it came out shaky.

Lip leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied me. “You’re not used to this kind of stuff, are you?”

“No,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just sat there, watching me like he was trying to piece me together. Finally, he shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be coming down here, you know,” he said, though the words lacked their usual bite.

“I like it here,” I said, surprising even myself.

Lip raised an eyebrow. “You like it?”

I nodded. “It’s different. People are… I don’t know, real. Up north, everyone’s so polished. Fake. It’s exhausting.”

He snorted. “Yeah, well, ‘real’ doesn’t mean safe. You’ve gotta be smart, or this place’ll eat you alive.”

I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. He wasn’t wrong. But despite everything that had happened, I didn’t want to leave. The South Side felt raw in a way that made me feel alive, even if it was dangerous.

“Anyway,” Lip said, breaking the silence. “You’re here now, so you might as well stay for a while. You hungry?”

I blinked at him. “Hungry?”

“Yeah, you know, food? Pretty basic concept.” He stood up, heading toward the kitchen. “We’ve got… uh…” He opened the fridge and frowned. “Beer and pickles. Great.”

I laughed, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.

Lip glanced back at me, his lips quirking into a grin. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, though my cheeks burned.

“Uh-huh,” he said, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he grabbed a couple of beers and tossed one to me.

I caught it awkwardly, staring at the label.

“You ever had one?” he asked, already popping the cap off his own.

“No,” I admitted, feeling my face heat up again.

Lip smirked. “First time for everything.”

I hesitated, then twisted off the cap and took a cautious sip. The taste was bitter, and I tried not to grimace.

“Not your thing, huh?” he teased, leaning back against the counter.

“It’s… different,” I said diplomatically, earning a laugh from him.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it,” he said, his voice warm.

For the first time all night, I felt myself relax.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

She didn’t belong here, but damn if she didn’t look good sitting on my couch.

The way she held that beer bottle like it might bite her was almost too much. She was trying so hard to keep up, to fit into a world that wasn’t made for her, and it was equal parts frustrating and endearing.

I couldn’t figure her out. Most North Side types treated us like we were beneath them, but not her. She didn’t flinch at the mess or the noise, didn’t look at me like I was some kind of charity case.

If anything, she looked like she was trying to prove she belonged.

“You’re quiet,” I said, watching as she picked at the label on her beer.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “I’m just… not used to this.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and uncertain. “Do I stick out that much?”

I chuckled. “Like a sore thumb.”

Her face fell, and I cursed under my breath.

“Hey,” I said, crossing the room and sitting next to her again. “That’s not a bad thing. Just means you’re… different.”

“Different how?” she asked softly, her eyes searching mine.

I shrugged, suddenly feeling too exposed under her gaze. “I don’t know. You’re not like the girls around here.”

“Because I’m not from here,” she said, looking down again.

“Because you’re not jaded,” I corrected.

Her lips parted slightly like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“Most people around here, they’ve seen too much,” I said, my voice low. “Makes you hard. But you… you’re still soft.”

The room felt too quiet after that, the space between us charged with something I couldn’t quite name.

“Thanks,” she said finally, her voice so quiet I almost didn’t hear it.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I leaned back, letting the moment stretch out. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the need to fill the silence.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

I wasn’t supposed to be here.

Again.

Lip had made that clear the last time I ventured into the South Side alone. But it wasn’t like I’d planned for anything to happen. I’d just wanted to help. A community center not far from Lip’s house had been running low on supplies, and volunteering felt like the least I could do.

What I hadn’t considered, though, was how fast things could spiral out of control.

I was walking back to the bus stop after my shift, the evening light casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. The streets were quiet in a way that made the hair on my neck stand up. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, squinting at the screen.

Lip: Where are you?

I frowned, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Me: Heading home. Just finished volunteering.

The response came almost immediately.

Lip: You alone?

I hesitated. Before I could reply, a voice cut through the air behind me.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

I froze.

Turning slowly, I found myself face-to-face with two men, both older and rough-looking, their eyes scanning me like a predator sizing up its prey.

“What’s a girl like you doing out here all alone?” one of them asked, his grin wide and unsettling.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest. “I’m just… heading home,” I stammered, taking a step back.

“Home?” The other guy tilted his head. “Don’t think you’re from around here.”

“I’m not looking for trouble,” I said quickly, clutching my phone like it could somehow save me.

“Trouble?” The first guy laughed, stepping closer. “Trouble’s the last thing you need to worry about, honey.”

Panic surged through me, cold and paralyzing. I turned to run, but before I could take a step, one of them grabbed my arm.

“Not so fast,” he said, his grip like a vise.

“Let go of me!” I shouted, but my voice felt small, swallowed by the empty street.

And then, just when I thought I was out of options, I heard it.

“Hey!”

Lip’s voice, sharp and furious, echoed down the block.

I whipped my head around to see him sprinting toward us, his face twisted in a mix of rage and something else I couldn’t quite place.

The guy holding me let go just as Lip reached us, shoving me behind him in one swift motion.

“You two got a death wish?” Lip growled, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Relax, man,” one of the guys said, raising his hands mockingly. “We were just talking.”

“Yeah?” Lip’s jaw tightened. “Then talk to me. Leave her out of it.”

The tension crackled in the air, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, I thought they might fight. But then, after what felt like an eternity, the men exchanged a look and backed off, muttering under their breath as they disappeared into the shadows.

As soon as they were gone, Lip turned to me, his eyes blazing.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, his voice shaking.

“I—I didn’t think—”

“Exactly! You didn’t think!” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing in front of me like he couldn’t stand still. “Jesus, you could’ve gotten killed!”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my chest tightening.

Lip stopped pacing, his eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, neither of us said anything, the weight of what just happened settling over us like a heavy fog.

“You can’t do this,” he said finally, his voice rough but quieter now. “You can’t just… show up here and act like nothing bad’s gonna happen. This place doesn’t work like that.”

I swallowed hard, guilt twisting in my stomach. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

Lip’s shoulders sagged, his anger giving way to something softer. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against my arm.

“I know,” he said, his voice low. “But you’ve gotta stop putting yourself in danger like this. I can’t—”

He cut himself off, his jaw tightening.

“You can’t what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lip hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “I can’t keep seeing you get hurt.”

The raw honesty in his voice made my breath catch.

“Lip…”

“No, listen to me,” he said, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders. “I care about you, okay? More than I probably should. And it’s driving me crazy, watching you throw yourself into situations you can’t handle.”

My heart pounded in my chest, his words wrapping around me like a lifeline.

“You… care about me?” I asked, the words trembling on my lips.

Lip exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening slightly on my shoulders. “Yeah, I do. And if you don’t get that by now, I don’t know what else to do to prove it.”

The air between us felt heavy, charged with something I couldn’t ignore.

“I didn’t know,” I admitted, my voice shaking.

Lip’s lips twisted into a rueful smile. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly subtle.”

I felt my cheeks heat up, the warmth spreading through me like a slow burn. “I thought you were just… looking out for me.”

“I am,” he said softly. “But it’s not just that. I want to keep you safe because… because I don’t want to lose you.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke something in me, and before I could overthink it, I stepped closer, my fingers brushing against his.

“You’re not going to lose me,” I said, my voice barely audible.

Lip’s eyes softened, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had fallen away.

“You’re too important to me,” he murmured, his thumb grazing my cheek in a gesture so tender it made my heart ache.

I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I leaned into him, letting his arms wrap around me in a way that felt like safety itself.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

She was trembling against me, and I couldn’t tell if it was from fear, relief, or the cold air settling into the South Side.

My arms tightened around her, like I could shield her from all the crap this place throws at people. I was still wired from what had just happened—half a second away from throwing punches, adrenaline buzzing under my skin. But holding her like this? It was grounding, like hitting the brakes on a runaway car.

I pulled back, just enough to look at her. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, and I could still see the shadow of what just happened written all over her.

“Come on,” I said gruffly, slipping an arm around her shoulders to steady her. “We’re not staying out here.”

She didn’t argue, letting me guide her back toward the house. Every few steps, I caught her glancing up at me, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Good. Because I didn’t know what to say, either.

When we got back, the house was quiet for once. Fiona was out working her double shift, the kids were god knows where, and the usual chaos had given way to an eerie stillness.

I led her into the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her at the small, scarred table. She sat down slowly, her hands still shaking.

“You want water? Tea? Something stronger?” I asked, leaning against the counter.

She gave a weak smile. “I think I’ve had enough beer for one lifetime.”

I huffed out a laugh, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. She took it with both hands, sipping carefully.

“Why were you out there by yourself?” I asked after a long silence.

Her shoulders tensed, but she didn’t look up. “I was just… volunteering. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal.”

“It’s always a big deal,” I said, my voice sharper than I meant it to be. “Especially when you’re walking around alone.”

She flinched, and I instantly felt like a jerk.

“Look, I get it,” I said, lowering my voice. “You want to help. But this place doesn’t care about that. The South Side doesn’t give points for good intentions—it just chews people up.”

She stared into her glass for a moment before speaking, her voice soft. “I just wanted to do something that mattered.”

“Yeah, well, staying alive matters,” I shot back, though the edge in my voice was gone.

She finally looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t quite name. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me,” I lied, turning away to grab a cigarette from the counter.

“Lip.” Her voice stopped me mid-motion.

I sighed, tossing the unlit cigarette back down. “Okay, maybe you scared me a little. Happy?”

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t last. “I guess I don’t understand why you care so much.”

Her words hit me like a sucker punch. I could’ve laughed—except nothing about this felt funny.

“Are you serious?” I asked, stepping closer. “You really don’t get it?”

She shrugged, biting her lip like she was bracing for me to yell at her.

I crouched down next to her chair, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I care because you matter to me. Because every time you walk out there by yourself, I’m scared someone’s gonna hurt you or worse.”

Her breath hitched, and for a second, I thought I’d pushed too far. But then she surprised me.

“I don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered.

“A burden?” I barked out a laugh, shaking my head. “You’re not a burden, you’re just—”

I stopped myself, dragging a hand through my hair. I wanted to tell her she was everything—different from anyone I’d ever met, someone who made me want to do better just by being around. But I didn’t have the words for that.

“You’re just you,” I finished lamely. “And that’s enough.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

Lip’s words lingered in the air, heavy and unpolished, but somehow perfect.

I wanted to say something back, to tell him how much it meant, how much he meant. But the words were tangled up in my chest, and all I could do was nod.

“You should get some rest,” he said, standing up and moving toward the couch like the conversation hadn’t just shifted something monumental between us.

“Where are you going?” I asked before I could stop myself.

He turned back, eyebrows raised. “Uh, to bed? Pretty sure I’ve got half a mattress upstairs with my name on it.”

“You don’t have to—” I hesitated. “I mean, you don’t have to leave me down here alone.”

His expression softened, and for a second, I thought he might argue. But then he grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and dropped into the chair across from me.

“Fine,” he said, kicking his feet up on the table. “But if you snore, I’m out.”

I laughed, the sound startling after everything that had happened. Lip smirked, his eyes lingering on me a beat longer than they should have.

“Get some sleep,” he said, his voice softer now.

And for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

The next few weeks blurred together. Lip and I fell into a strange rhythm—one that felt precarious, like walking a tightrope over everything unsaid.

He’d check in on me constantly, texting when I was at work or volunteering, sometimes showing up unannounced just to make sure I wasn’t “pulling any more dumb stunts,” as he put it.

I should’ve been annoyed. Instead, I felt safer than I had in years.

But safety was a fragile thing on the South Side.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

It was a Tuesday when everything came crashing down.

I was fixing up a busted air conditioner for some old guy a few blocks over when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Unknown Number: Your girl’s in trouble. Corner of 19th and Pulaski.

My blood ran cold.

I didn’t think, just ran.

When I got there, she was cornered again, three guys this time, their voices low and mean as they backed her against the wall.

They didn’t see me coming.

I don’t remember much after that. Just flashes—my fist connecting with one guy’s jaw, the sharp crack of bone, the other two scattering when I turned on them.

When it was over, she was standing there, her eyes wide and tear-streaked, staring at me like I was some kind of stranger.

“You okay?” I asked, wiping blood from my knuckles.

She nodded, but the way she clutched her arms told me otherwise.

I stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re safe now.”

“Why do you keep doing this?” she asked, her voice breaking.

I frowned. “Doing what?”

“Saving me,” she said, her tears spilling over. “You act like it’s your job to protect me, but why? Why do you care so much?”

The words tore out of me before I could stop them.

“Because I love you, all right?”

She froze, her eyes wide and unblinking.

“I love you,” I said again, softer this time. “And it’s killing me watching you get hurt.”

Her lip trembled, and for a second, I thought she might run. But then she threw herself into my arms, holding on like I was the only solid thing in a crumbling world.

“I love you too,” she whispered, her voice muffled against my chest.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like things might actually be okay.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

The air felt heavy as I leaned into Lip’s chest, my fingers clutching at the worn fabric of his shirt. His arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me like he was afraid I might disappear.

I’d never had someone care for me like this before. Lip wasn’t the kind of person who said things he didn’t mean, and hearing him tell me he loved me? It made the ground feel unsteady under my feet, like the whole world had tilted and I wasn’t sure how to stand upright anymore.

“You okay?” he murmured against the top of my head.

I nodded into his chest, the motion small but certain. “I’m okay.”

He let out a breath, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head. “Good. Because you scared the hell outta me.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

His arms tightened around me. “Stop saying that. Just… stop putting yourself in situations like this.”

I wanted to argue, to explain that I wasn’t trying to get into trouble, but I didn’t. Because he wasn’t wrong—I’d been reckless. And now that I was in his arms, feeling the tension still radiating off him, I didn’t want to make excuses.

“I won’t,” I promised quietly.

Lip pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine for any sign that I didn’t mean it.

“Good,” he said finally. “Because I can’t—” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “I don’t want to keep pulling you out of situations like this. You don’t get how dangerous it is down here.”

“I do now,” I said, my voice firm.

He huffed out a dry laugh, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Yeah, well, I hope so. You’re not getting another free pass. Next time, I’m locking you in the house.”

I cracked a small smile. “You wouldn’t.”

His eyebrow quirked. “Try me.”

The moment stretched between us, his words serious but his tone light enough to soften the edges. For the first time since everything had happened, the tension in my chest eased.

We walked back to the Gallagher house in silence, his hand hovering at my back like he was ready to catch me if I stumbled. When we reached the door, he glanced at me.

“You want to come in, or…?”

I hesitated. Part of me wanted to go home, to let the quiet of my room wash over me and give me space to think. But the thought of leaving Lip, even for a few hours, made my stomach twist.

“I’ll stay,” I said softly.

Lip nodded, pushing the door open. The house was alive with its usual chaos—Debbie chasing Franny up the stairs, Carl arguing with Liam over the TV, and Fiona sitting at the kitchen table, her head resting in her hands like she’d had the longest day imaginable.

“Lip!” Fiona called out, her eyes narrowing as she took in the two of us. “What the hell happened? You look like you’ve been in a fight.”

Lip shrugged, his hand still resting on the small of my back. “Handled it.”

Fiona’s gaze flicked to me, concern flashing in her eyes. “You okay, hon?”

I nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Fine,” Lip muttered under his breath, steering me toward the stairs. “C’mon.”

Fiona opened her mouth to say something, but Lip shot her a look that silenced whatever lecture she’d been about to launch into.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

I led her upstairs to my room, shutting the door behind us. It wasn’t much—just a bed, a dresser, and a pile of books I’d meant to read but never got around to.

“You can sit,” I said, gesturing toward the bed.

She perched on the edge, her fingers twisting in her lap.

“You don’t have to look so nervous,” I said, dropping into the chair across from her. “I’m not gonna bite.”

She laughed softly, the sound like a balm to the tension still coiled in my chest.

“I’m not nervous,” she said, though the flush on her cheeks said otherwise.

“Right,” I said, smirking.

Her eyes darted to mine, and the air in the room shifted.

“So…” she started, her voice small. “When you said you loved me… did you mean it?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What, you think I go around saying that to just anyone?”

“No, I just—” She hesitated, chewing on her lip. “I guess I didn’t think you’d feel that way about me.”

“Why not?” I asked, leaning forward.

“Because I’m… me,” she said, gesturing vaguely to herself.

I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged, her gaze dropping to her lap. “I’m not like you, Lip. I’m not tough or confident or…”

“Stop,” I said, my voice firmer than I intended.

Her eyes snapped to mine, startled.

“You think I give a crap about that?” I asked, shaking my head. “I don’t care if you’re tough or not. You’re smart, you care about people, and you make me want to be better. That’s all I need.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“Look,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I know I’m not exactly boyfriend material. I’ve got baggage for days, and I’m not always great at… this.” I gestured vaguely between us. “But I care about you. And if you give me a chance, I’ll prove it.”

She stared at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. And then, slowly, a small smile spread across her lips.

“You don’t have to prove anything,” she said softly.

Relief flooded through me, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“Good,” I said, grinning. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m out of grand gestures.”

She laughed, the sound warm and genuine.

“Come here,” I said, holding out a hand.

She hesitated for only a second before standing and crossing the room to me. I pulled her onto my lap, my arms wrapping around her waist as she settled against me.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

Falling into a relationship with Lip Gallagher wasn’t exactly a smooth transition. It wasn’t all late-night confessions and tender moments. It was messy, awkward, and entirely too public, thanks to the constant chaos of the Gallagher house.

But it was real.

It started with the little things. Lip would walk me home when I stayed too late on the South Side. His hand would hover at my back, like he needed to remind himself I was still there. I’d catch him watching me when he thought I wasn’t looking, his expression soft in a way that made my chest ache.

I wasn’t used to being looked at like that—like I was something worth protecting.

The first time Ian caught us, I was sitting on Lip’s lap in the Gallagher kitchen, my arms looped loosely around his neck as we shared a quiet moment before the chaos of the day began. Lip had his head tilted back, his fingers tracing absent patterns on my thigh, his eyes half-lidded with a rare calm.

“What the hell is this?” Ian’s voice broke through the quiet, startling me enough that I almost fell off Lip’s lap.

Lip caught me easily, his grip tightening on my waist as he smirked up at Ian.

“This,” he said, gesturing lazily between us, “is none of your business.”

Ian snorted, leaning against the doorframe. “You two are disgusting. Does Fiona know about this?”

“Why would Fiona care?” Lip shot back, rolling his eyes.

Ian shrugged, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Because you’re acting like a couple of teenagers sneaking around. It’s embarrassing, man.”

“Yeah? You wanna talk embarrassing?” Lip said, a sharp edge creeping into his tone. “Should I bring up your first six months with Mickey?”

“Hey!” Ian protested, his cheeks reddening. “This isn’t about me.”

“Exactly,” Lip said, leaning back in his chair like the conversation was over. “So mind your own damn business.”

Ian huffed but didn’t push further. His eyes flicked to me, a teasing glint still lingering. “You sure you know what you’re getting into with this one?”

Before I could respond, Lip’s hand tightened on my hip, and he gave Ian a glare that could’ve melted steel.

Ian held up his hands in surrender, smirking as he walked away.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

“Do you ever feel like you’re under a goddamn microscope?” I muttered, dropping my head onto her shoulder as Ian’s footsteps faded.

She laughed softly, her fingers running through my hair in a way that made me feel like a goddamn housecat. I should’ve hated it. Instead, I found myself leaning into her touch.

“Is it always like this around here?” she asked, her voice warm with amusement.

I lifted my head, giving her a look. “What do you think?”

Her lips quirked into a small smile. “I think it’s chaotic. But… kind of nice.”

“Nice?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “It feels… alive. Like there’s always someone around.”

I snorted, leaning back. “Trust me, it’s not as great as it seems. Gets old pretty fast when you’re trying to get some peace and quiet.”

Her smile widened. “You don’t strike me as the ‘peace and quiet’ type.”

I shrugged, a grin tugging at my lips. “Maybe I’ve got layers.”

She laughed, and the sound settled something deep in my chest.

A couple of days later, Mickey decided to get in on the action.

We were at The Alibi, sitting in one of the corner booths while Mickey and Ian played darts nearby. She’d been talking about her latest volunteer gig, her face lighting up in a way that made it impossible to look anywhere else.

“Jesus Christ,” Mickey’s voice cut through her story, loud and abrasive as usual. “Are you two seriously doing this shit in public?”

I turned in my seat, glaring at him. “Doing what, Mickey?”

He gestured between us with his beer bottle. “This. The whole doe-eyed, puppy-love bullshit.”

“Shut up, Mickey,” Ian said, throwing a dart without looking.

“What? I’m just saying, it’s gross.” Mickey took a swig of his beer, smirking. “Can’t even go to a bar without you two making it weird.”

“Maybe you should focus on your own damn relationship,” I shot back, my arm draping casually over her shoulders.

Mickey snorted. “Our relationship’s fine. At least we don’t act like we’re in some shitty teen romance movie.”

“Funny,” I said dryly. “I could’ve sworn you and Ian just started holding hands in public last week.”

Mickey’s smirk faltered, and Ian’s laugh rang out across the bar.

“Don’t listen to him,” Ian said, his eyes flicking to her with a knowing smile. “Mickey doesn’t know what to do with himself when people are happy.”

Mickey grumbled something under his breath, but I ignored him, turning back to her.

“You okay?” I asked quietly, my hand brushing against hers under the table.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed but her eyes bright. “I’m fine.”

I squeezed her hand, and for the first time all night, I felt like the world wasn’t pressing down on us.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

The teasing from Ian and Mickey didn’t stop, but it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. Lip made it easy to block out the noise, his presence grounding in a way I couldn’t explain.

We weren’t perfect—far from it. Lip had a temper, and I was still learning how to stand my ground when things got hard. But for every rough moment, there were ten others that made it worth it.

Like the way he’d pull me against his chest when we watched movies, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my arm.

Or the way he’d walk me home after a long day, his hand never straying far from mine.

Or the way he looked at me—like I was the one thing in his life that made sense.

It wasn’t easy, but it was ours. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Dating Lip Gallagher wasn’t a dream—it was a test.

Not in the sense that he made me jump through hoops or prove myself, but because being with him meant constantly adapting to a world where nothing came easy. Lip didn’t live a life where problems were solved neatly. His world was messy, loud, and often brutal. But I was starting to realize that it wasn’t about perfection—it was about weathering the storms together.

And sometimes, those storms came sooner than I’d expected.

It was a quiet Tuesday night, and Lip and I were sitting on the couch at the Gallagher house, the TV playing some rerun neither of us was paying attention to. His arm was draped around my shoulders, his fingers idly twisting a strand of my hair.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, his voice low and soft, a stark contrast to the noise of the show.

“I’m just thinking,” I admitted, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“That dangerous for you?” he teased, grinning when I swatted at his chest.

“Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes.

He chuckled, but his tone shifted, his fingers stilling in my hair. “What’s on your mind?”

I hesitated, unsure how to put my thoughts into words. “I was just… wondering what you see in me.”

Lip frowned, his head tilting slightly so he could look down at me. “What kind of question is that?”

“I don’t know,” I said quickly, suddenly wishing I hadn’t brought it up. “It’s just… you’re so used to this life, and I feel like I’m still trying to find my place in it.”

“You’re overthinking,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

“I know,” I said softly, biting my lip.

Lip shifted, turning so he was facing me more fully. His hand came up to cradle my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek.

“Look, I’m not gonna sit here and give you some cheesy speech about how we’re meant to be or whatever,” he said. “But I’m with you because I want to be. Because you’re smart, and funny, and you give a damn about people—even when you shouldn’t.”

I blinked up at him, my chest tightening at the raw honesty in his voice.

“You think I don’t know I’m a screw-up?” he continued, his tone softer now. “Half the time, I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. But when I’m with you… it feels like I’m doing something right.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I leaned into his touch, letting his words sink in.

“You’re not a screw-up,” I whispered.

Lip snorted, but there was no bite to it. “Yeah, tell that to everyone else.”

“I don’t care about everyone else,” I said, my voice firm.

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of us.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against my lips.

“That’s not for you to decide,” I said, smiling faintly.

Lip’s laugh was quiet, almost disbelieving. But he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was soft and slow, like he was afraid I might disappear if he held on too tightly.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

She had no idea what she did to me.

The way she looked at me, like I wasn’t just some guy barely holding it together, made my chest ache in a way that scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t used to this—having someone care about me for who I was, not what I could do for them.

But with her, it felt real.

And that scared me, too.

The next day, things started to shift.

I was working on a car in the Milkoviches’ driveway, grease coating my hands as I tried to fix a busted alternator. Mickey was sitting on the porch, chain-smoking and pretending not to watch me.

“She still hanging around?” he asked suddenly, his tone casual but with an edge I didn’t miss.

I didn’t look up. “Who?”

“You know who,” Mickey said, flicking ash off his cigarette. “Little miss North Side.”

“Yeah, she’s still around,” I said, my tone clipped.

Mickey snorted. “Must be serious, huh?”

“Why do you care?” I asked, standing up and wiping my hands on a rag.

“I don’t,” he said, shrugging. “Just never figured you for the relationship type.”

I rolled my eyes, tossing the rag onto the hood of the car. “Yeah, well, maybe people can change.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Jesus, you’re whipped.”

“Go to hell, Mickey,” I muttered, but there wasn’t much heat behind it.

When I got back to the house that night, she was sitting at the kitchen table with Fiona, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea. They were laughing about something, the sound warm and easy in a way that made the chaos of the house fade into the background.

Fiona glanced up as I walked in, her smile turning teasing. “Hey, Romeo.”

“Don’t start,” I said, though I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.

She grinned, patting my shoulder as she stood. “She’s a keeper,” she said quietly, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Yeah,” I said, my eyes flicking to her. “I know.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

Over the next few weeks, things started to settle into a new kind of normal. Lip was still rough around the edges, and I was still adjusting to the rhythm of his world, but we were finding our way.

He was protective, sometimes to the point of being overbearing, but I learned to push back when I needed to. And he was learning to let me in, to let me see the parts of him he usually kept hidden.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours.

One night, as we lay tangled together on the couch, Lip’s fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm, I found myself thinking about the future. It was something I hadn’t let myself consider before—what a life with Lip might look like beyond the chaos of the South Side.

“Hey,” I said softly, tilting my head to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“You ever think about… what’s next?”

He frowned, his hand stilling on my arm. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… where do you see yourself in a few years? Do you think about that?”

Lip was quiet for a long moment, his gaze distant.

“Sometimes,” he said finally. “But it’s hard to picture.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, his expression guarded. “Because every time I try, it feels like I’m just setting myself up to fail.”

I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his. “You’re not going to fail, Lip.”

“You don’t know that,” he said, his voice low.

“No,” I said, squeezing his hand. “But I know you. And I know you’re capable of more than you think.”

His lips twitched into a small, wry smile. “You really believe that?”

“Yeah,” I said firmly. “I do.”

He looked at me for a long moment, something soft and unspoken passing between us.

“Guess I’ll have to prove you right,” he said finally, his voice warm.

I smiled, leaning up to kiss him.

For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel so uncertain.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be spending most of my nights at the Gallagher house, surrounded by chaos and cigarette smoke, I probably wouldn’t have believed them. But here I was, sitting cross-legged on Lip’s bed, a beat-up textbook open in front of me while he scribbled furiously in a notebook.

He’d been restless all evening, muttering under his breath about deadlines and broken printers, the frustration radiating off him in waves. I tried to stay out of his way, quietly working on my own project, but when he slammed his pen down on the desk for the third time, I couldn’t help but speak up.

“You okay?” I asked, keeping my voice soft.

“No,” he snapped, then sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. “Sorry. I’m just… stressed.”

I closed my textbook and slid off the bed, walking over to him. He didn’t look up as I leaned against the desk, his shoulders tense as he stared at the pages in front of him.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Lip shook his head, his jaw tight. “Not unless you can magically make tuition disappear or write this paper for me.”

I hesitated, unsure if I should push or give him space. But the way his hands fisted in his hair made my chest ache, and I found myself reaching out, resting a hand on his arm.

“You’re not alone in this, you know,” I said quietly.

His head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, his expression was unreadable—like he wasn’t sure if he believed me or not.

“Yeah, well, it sure as hell feels like it,” he muttered, looking away.

I crouched down so I was eye level with him, my hand still on his arm. “You’ve got me,” I said firmly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Lip stared at me, his brows furrowing. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you still here?” His voice cracked, the words raw and unguarded. “You could go back to your nice, safe world and leave all this behind. But you’re still here. Why?”

I hesitated, my throat tightening. “Because I care about you. And because I know you’re worth it, even if you don’t.”

The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and his hand moved to cover mine, his fingers warm and steady.

“You’re too good for me,” he said quietly.

“Maybe,” I teased, smiling when he huffed out a laugh. “But you’re stuck with me anyway.”

Lip’s lips quirked into a faint smile, and he tugged me toward him, pressing his forehead against mine. “Lucky me.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

She didn’t get it.

Every time she looked at me like I was worth a damn, it made me want to be better—do better. But it also scared the hell out of me. Because what if I couldn’t live up to that? What if I let her down?

“You’re gonna burn yourself out,” she said, pulling back to look at me.

I shrugged, trying to shake off the weight pressing down on my chest. “Yeah, well, that’s what college does.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” she said, her voice soft but steady.

The words hit harder than they should’ve. I wasn’t used to having someone in my corner—not like this.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice rough.

Her smile was small but warm, and for the first time all day, the knot in my chest loosened.

The next week, things got complicated.

I’d been spending more time on campus, trying to catch up on assignments and keep my professors off my back. But juggling school, work, and family had me stretched thin, and it was only a matter of time before something gave.

It happened on a Friday night. I’d just finished a shift at Patsy’s and was heading back to the house when I spotted her walking down the street with a group of volunteers from the community center.

“Hey,” I called out, jogging to catch up with her.

Her face lit up when she saw me, and the sight of her smile made my exhaustion fade, if only for a moment.

“Hey,” she said, stepping away from the group. “What are you doing out here?”

“Heading home,” I said, glancing at the people behind her. “What about you?”

“Just finished an event,” she said, gesturing toward the community center a few blocks away.

I frowned, my protective instincts kicking in. “You walking home alone?”

“I’m not alone,” she said, smiling faintly.

“You know what I mean,” I said, my tone sharper than I intended.

Her expression faltered, and I immediately regretted it.

“I can take care of myself, Lip,” she said quietly.

“I know,” I said, sighing. “I just… I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, her voice firmer now.

We stood there for a moment, the tension between us thick and heavy. I wanted to tell her I was just looking out for her, that it wasn’t about control or mistrust. But the words got stuck in my throat.

“I’ll see you at the house,” she said finally, her tone softening.

“Yeah,” I said, watching as she walked away.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

I knew Lip cared about me. He’d said it, shown it, time and time again. But sometimes, his protectiveness felt suffocating, like he didn’t trust me to handle myself.

It wasn’t until I got back to the Gallagher house that I realized just how much he’d been holding in.

He was sitting on the porch, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his expression tense.

“You okay?” I asked, stepping closer.

Lip looked up, his eyes tired but sharp. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” I said, sitting next to him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know I can be an ass sometimes,” he said, his voice low.

“You’re not an ass,” I said softly.

He snorted. “Yeah, I am. I just… I’m not used to this. Having someone like you. And I don’t want to screw it up.”

“You’re not screwing it up,” I said, reaching for his hand.

Lip looked at me, his expression raw and vulnerable. “I don’t know how to do this, okay? I’m just trying to figure it out as I go.”

“Me too,” I admitted, squeezing his hand.

The honesty between us felt heavy but comforting, like we were finally laying everything bare.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said, my voice steady.

Lip’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, we will.”

For the first time in weeks, I felt like we really could.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Milestones aren’t always the picture-perfect moments you imagine them to be. Sometimes, they come in the form of messy, unpolished choices that shape your future in ways you didn’t see coming.

For Lip and me, our milestone started with a fight.

It had been building for weeks. Lip was overworked, barely sleeping between school, shifts at Patsy’s, and the constant demands of his family. I was busy at the community center, trying to juggle volunteering with a part-time job I’d picked up at a local café. We saw each other in passing—late nights when I’d show up at the Gallagher house or mornings when Lip walked me to the bus stop.

The space between us felt like a chasm, growing wider with every exhausted glance and unfinished conversation.

One night, after a long shift at the café, I stopped by the house, hoping to catch Lip before he disappeared into another round of studying. Instead, I found him sitting in the kitchen with Fiona, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“You’re late,” he said as soon as I walked in, his tone sharp.

“I had to cover for someone,” I said, setting my bag down on the counter.

“You didn’t text,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

“I didn’t think I needed to,” I replied, frowning.

“Yeah, well, I was worried,” he snapped, slamming his beer bottle down on the table.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice rising in frustration. “But I’m not a kid, Lip. I can handle myself.”

“Clearly,” he muttered, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Fiona stood, raising her hands. “I’m not getting in the middle of this,” she said, brushing past me as she left the room.

The silence she left behind was heavy, the tension between us crackling like a live wire.

“What’s your problem?” I demanded, crossing my arms.

“My problem?” Lip stood, his chair scraping against the floor. “My problem is you walking around like everything’s fine when it’s not. This isn’t the North Side. You can’t just ignore how dangerous it is out there.”

“I’m not ignoring it,” I shot back. “But you can’t control everything, Lip. I’m trying my best.”

“Yeah, well, your best doesn’t mean much if you’re not safe,” he said, his voice cold.

The words hit harder than I expected, and I felt my throat tighten. “That’s not fair,” I whispered.

Lip sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “No, it’s not. I know it’s not.”

“Then why are you pushing me away?”

“I’m not pushing you away,” he said, his voice quieter now.

“You are,” I said, stepping closer. “And I don’t understand why.”

Lip’s shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of him. “Because I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I don’t know how to let someone in without screwing it up.”

I stared at him, my chest aching. “You’re not screwing it up,” I said softly.

He looked at me, his expression filled with something I couldn’t quite name. “I feel like I am.”

I took a step closer, reaching for his hand. “Then let me help you.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

She didn’t give up on me. Even when I was at my worst—snapping at her, shutting her out—she stayed. And that terrified me, because it meant I didn’t have an excuse to walk away.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of pots clanging in the kitchen.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes as I stumbled downstairs.

She was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with an ease that made it look like she belonged here. Fiona was leaning against the counter, sipping coffee, while Debbie and Liam sat at the table, eagerly awaiting their plates.

“What’s all this?” I asked, still groggy.

“Breakfast,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a small smile.

I frowned, stepping closer. “Since when do you cook?”

“Since now,” she said, her tone teasing.

Fiona smirked over the rim of her mug. “She’s putting us all to shame, Lip. Better hang onto this one.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, but my lips twitched into a reluctant smile.

That breakfast marked a turning point. She wasn’t just visiting anymore—she was part of the Gallagher house, part of my life.

But with that came new challenges.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

The big challenge came out of nowhere.

Lip had been staying up late, poring over job listings and financial aid applications, his stress mounting with every passing day. I tried to help where I could, but he had a way of carrying everything himself, like he didn’t trust anyone else to lighten the load.

One night, after hours of research and phone calls, he finally snapped.

“I can’t do this,” he said, slamming his laptop shut.

I looked up from my spot on the couch, startled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this,” he said, gesturing wildly. “College, work, taking care of the family—it’s too much. I’m drowning, and no one gives a damn.”

“That’s not true,” I said, standing.

“Isn’t it?” he shot back, his eyes flashing. “You’re the only one who cares, and even then, you don’t get it.”

The words stung, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Then help me understand,” I said.

Lip froze, his chest heaving as he stared at me. For a moment, I thought he might explode, but then his shoulders slumped, and he sank into a chair.

“I don’t want to drag you down with me,” he said quietly.

“You’re not dragging me down,” I said, kneeling in front of him. “We’re in this together, Lip. You’re not alone.”

His eyes softened, and he reached for my hand, holding it tightly. “You sure about that?”

“Positive,” I said firmly.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Lip’s POV

She didn’t just say the words—she meant them.

The next day, she helped me organize my schedule, breaking things down into manageable pieces. She sat with me through financial aid applications, proofread my essays, and even found a tutoring gig that paid enough to help cover my tuition.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe.

And it was because of her.

One night, as we lay tangled together on the couch, I pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She smiled, her eyes soft. “Good thing you don’t have to find out.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Reader’s POV

Being with Lip wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. We weren’t perfect—far from it—but we were learning, growing, and building something that felt real.

For the first time, I didn’t feel out of place. I didn’t feel like I had to prove myself.

I felt like I belonged.

And that was all I needed.

[woodenplank-gt]

A Not So Average Night

CW: Minor character death

Next: Definitely Not A Mouse

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Tiny feet padded quietly through the dark tunnels. Particles of dust swirled through the paths as the sudden movement disturbed them. The air was stale and musty after being blocked from the outside world for so long, but that never bothered its resident.

The almost silent sound of tiny footsteps stopped and a minuscule brown hand pushed a kitchen tile out of the way. The 3.7-inch borrower poked his head out of the walls and surveyed his surroundings before cautiously stepping onto the open counter. The resident humans had called it a night, giving Tucker plenty of time to scavenge what he can.

He walked across the counter as his eyes scanned the area for any packages of food left out. His food stores have depleted immensely over the last few weeks. For some reason, the humans have been out of the house more often which meant less food in the home. Tucker had been forced to eat the tiniest amounts so he at least had a little bit of energy. His stomach rumbled loudly at the reminder.

Frowning, he squinted through the darkness towards the table in the middle of the kitchen. His brown eyes lit up at the most incredible sight in the world: an open bag full of chips left on the table.

Without missing a beat, the borrower unlatched his fishhook from his satchel and jammed it into the edge of the counter. He let the clear fishing line fall from his fingers all the way to the floor before scaling down himself. Leather boots landed silently on the tiled floor, and with a flick of his wrist, the hook detached from the counter high above him. Tucker caught the hook in midair with practiced ease after so many years of the same repetitive motions.

The small man wasted no time running across the open floor to the table as fast as his legs would carry him. The instincts ingrained in Tucker's mind screamed at him to find cover and stick by the walls, but he stubbornly continued through the quicker route through the middle of the room. There was no point in wasting valuable time when there were no signs of the human couple.

Tucker reached the looming table and hurriedly started swinging his hook to latch onto the table. With a quick tug to ensure the hook wouldn't pop out on him, Tucker confidently scaled the cliff-like height with expert speed.

The yellow bag sat nearby and Tucker's mouth watered. It was like finding an oasis in the middle of the desert. He crouched down to peer inside the bag which was completely full of the greasy chips. Very carefully, Tucker crawled into the bag. Each movement slow and precise as he entered the aluminum cave and made his way to the chips. He shifted ever so slightly to his knees and cautiously pulled a chip closer to him. Tucker grimaced as the bag crinkled loudly around him. To Tucker, It might as well had been an alarm announcing the borrower's presence.

His heart rate spiked and he froze like a deer in headlights. His little hands clutching the chip to his chest like it was a life raft as Tucker anxiously listened for any human noises coming from the bedroom.

Tucker waited with bated breath for what felt like an eternity before deeming himself safe. He hung his head and willed his body to stop shaking for a moment. Glaring at the chip that nearly got him caught, he dragged the chip into the open air using more care than ever before.

The borrower eventually made it out with his prize in hand and backed a good couple inches away from the crinkly bag. There, he began breaking the yellow chip into smaller pieces and stuffed them into his satchel. Grease coated his hands and clothes, but the satchel heavy with food was more than worth it.

Tucker uncoiled his string from around his shoulder as he jogged towards the edge of the table. He smiled to himself as he neared the edge. This was going to be his most efficient borrowing trip yet.

Until he heard a loud squeak of a door across the small home.

Frantic brown eyes shot towards the door to the bedroom as the woman quietly tiptoed out of the room. She quickly, but carefully, made her way to the kitchen, the occasional floorboard creaking under her weight.

Tucker wasted no time breaking into a mad dash towards the closest cover and all but dove into the bag of chips. The plastic crinkled loudly around him and he grimaced. He desperately hoped her mind was tired enough to drown out whatever noise he made. Tucker inched further into the bag with ragged breaths, curling into a small ball. His eyes watered and his throat stung from the greasy salt coating him and his surroundings.

The overhead light flicked on and the ground shook slightly from her footsteps. The sound of her rummaging through the fridge was drowned out by the blood roaring in Tucker's ears. His heart couldn't keep up with the panic coursing through his entire body. He was in the absolute worst hiding spot ever! All she had to do was peer inside and she'll spot him, then he would either end up dead or a pet. Tucker couldn't decide which fate was worse.

Just calm down. She hasn't found you yet. You've gotten out of tough situations before. He reminded himself. Tucker focused on his frantic breaths and managed to slow them down to a more manageable level. His watery eyes watched the bag's opening with trepidation. His fingers curled around the nail strapped to his satchel as he mentally prepared himself to use the weapon against the giant. Of course, he knew it wouldn't really do much against her but he'd rather go down swinging than begging.

He remained crouched and silently listened as she continued searching for something. The seconds seemed to tick by excruciatingly slow when she finally whispered "a-ha!" And something clunked onto the counter. It took a few minutes for her to finish whatever she was doing before turning back to tiptoe to her room.

Tucker let his head hang down in relief as he waited for the click of the bedroom door signaling she was gone. He needed to go back into the walls as soon as possible. It was a miracle he made it out of this situation unscathed and Tucker was in no hurry to test his luck. He heard a click in the distance and began creeping out of the bag.

"Huh? What are y-" The shock was clear in the human woman's voice.

Tucker froze, half of his body out of the bag. His muscles tensed and his heart slammed against his rib cage. His eyes frantically searched for the human that undoubtedly found him while he mentally prepared for death.

"What are you doing?" She demanded.

Her voice came from a different room and Tucker sighed in relief. He held a hand over his heart. At this rate he'll die from a heart attack rather than a human or rat. It was tempting to try and run to one of his many entrances in the walls, but he knew the risk was too high. As his parents explained to him time and time again; one wrong move could be the end of every single borrower. Tucker begrudgingly ducked back into the greasy, crinkly bag to wait out whatever was happening. Hopefully it will be quick.

"Go away!" The human yelled, her voice becoming louder and louder. Floorboards creaked as she hurriedly moved around the house.

"You know why I'm here." Said a new voice. It was a man's, but it was too deep to belong to the resident male.

Tucker's hand tightened on his weapon at the realization there was an unknown human in the house. His breaths became shorter and shorter as the ever-present fear seeped into his body. He backed further into the bag as the ground beneath him shook violently. The woman appeared in front of the table, her lower half being the only thing visible from Tucker's limited line of sight. Her hands were curled into fists and her chest heaved with panicked breaths.

"J, Don't do this!" She pleaded.

The shaking ground signaled the arrival of the stranger. "I love you," he stated quietly.

Shivers ran down Tucker's spine from the way the stranger said it. The words weren't filled with love and warmth and adoration, they were cold and desperate. And from the way the woman shook, she recognized the stranger's alarming behavior as well. Tucker found himself feeling bad for the resident human. Fear was an everyday thing for a borrower, it's what kept them alive, but she didn't deserve to feel the same way. The stranger was obviously dangerous and Tucker could only hope the resident male will wake up and help before it was too late.

She quickly raised her fist in preparation to punch him, but the stranger's hand closed around her wrist before she could do anything. Tucker winced as the hand squeezed harder and harder to the point where the woman's tan skin was turning white. She struggled against the grip but he never let up.

"Stev-" she began to desperately scream for her mate. The stranger swiftly grabbed her hair with his other hand and slammed her head onto the table. Then again. And again.

Tucker gasped and toppled over from the force. He heard a crunch, but he wasn't sure if it was the chips around him or the woman's head. A shadow covered the opening of the bag and he fearfully glanced up. Instead of a hand coming for him, he met the eyes of the woman whose head laid on the table not even a foot away from Tucker. Blood pooled around her and her cheeks were stained with tears as a gloved hand held her in place. Her hazel eyes were pleading as she weakly stared at the tiny man inside the bag.

The borrower didn't know what to do. He was just spotted by a human, an extremely powerful being compared to him. But she was hurt. Her large eyes were losing focus as more and more blood settled around her head. There was a strange temptation inside Tucker to help her. He had to stop the bleeding or get help or something! But that would be impossible. He was just a borrower living a life unnoticed.

All he could do was stare into her teary eyes and hope the sympathetic look on his face told her he was sorry.

Her lips parted, and if Tucker didn't have excellent hearing, he would have never heard her last words: "Josh," she said weakly as her eyes closed.

A door slammed in the distance followed by rapid footsteps. "Kirstie!" The resident human male shouted.

The stranger let go of her head and she collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. As the man's frantic footsteps grew closer the stranger fled the scene, leaving just as quietly as he came in. The only sign of him ever being there was the bloody scene the husband walked in on.

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Time passed slowly. Red and blue lights flashed through the window blinds as humans wearing identical uniforms searched the kitchen. There were loud clicks followed by bright white flashes that occasionally blinded him.

Tucker remained curled up in the bag of chips. He had managed to move a large chip in front of him for cover if anyone decided to check the bag. He also tugged the hood of his black poncho over his short afro to hopefully blend in better with the shadows. Tucker's muscles were tense and primed to run at any moments notice.

This was supposed to be a quick and easy borrowing trip, he groused to himself. His stomach rumbled and he held a hand over it as if it could muffle the noise. Even though he was surrounded by food, he hadn't eaten anything yet. With all the excitement and humans hustling around he couldn't risk making more noise than necessary. Tucker was used to being hungry anyways, a few more hours couldn't hurt.

A deep voice knocked Tucker out of his thoughts. The room growing quiet as the human spoke, "What do we got?" The man demanded, his voice was confident and authoritative.

He crouched in front of the table where the body presumably laid, putting him in Tucker's line of sight. Tucker noticed he wore different clothes and less gear than the others. His skin was pale and his black hair was cut short. And his eyes made Tucker forget how to breathe. They were icy blue, their intense stare seemed to pierce through everything they looked at.

A woman cleared her throat, "Her name is Kirstin Blum, 32 years old."

The scary man scanned the crime scene, his icy gaze briefly passing over Tucker's hiding place. The borrower curled into a smaller ball behind the chip. He could have sworn he felt a chill go up his spine as the eyes passed over him. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, the salt and grease covering him definitely wasn't doing him any favors.

"Alright," the man rumbled after a few moments. He rose back up to a stand, putting his face high above Tucker and out of sight. The small man's shoulders slumped slightly when those eyes disappeared. "We got any suspects?" He asked.

"Yes detective Lassiter, the husband. His name is Steven Blum, he was the one who called 911. He's in the backyard." The woman replied.

"Perfect," Lassiter murmured quietly to himself as he walked away. The woman followed behind him, leaving the borrower alone in the kitchen.

Tucker desperately wished no one else would come in. He was tired and scared and hungry and he just wanted to be back in his home in the walls. He could practically hear his comfortable nest calling his name and couldn't wait to curl up inside and sleep for days. Tucker rolled his shoulders and stretched out his legs. They were becoming stiff from staying in the same place for so damn long. He wondered if he'd be able to stand after this ordeal.

Tucker couldn't help a quiet groan when a new human voice cut through the empty room. He reluctantly curled up behind the chip again to wait out the newcomer.

"I could really use some coffee right about now." The voice of a man complained.

"I tried to pick some up! You told me to keep goin'." Another man retorted.

They both walked into Tucker's view, although he could only see two pairs of pants. He could immediately tell they weren't like everyone else who'd come by. They didn't wear any belts full of tools or hold any equipment. He curiously peered through a crack in the chip in front of him to watch the new humans.

The man wearing jeans crouched down, his green eyes carefully scanning the body. "We couldn't just stop, I need to see everything before the cops start moving things around." It was the voice of the first human. He ran a hand through the spike in his short brown hair, "Hey Gus, check the cabinets for coffee pods or something." He whispered up to his friend.

The second human -Gus- hit the man in the shoulder,"There's a dead person here Shawn!" He snapped back.

"I think she'll want me to be awake if I'm gonna solve her murder." Shawn retorted without missing a beat.

Gus stepped away from the body and leaned on the counter further back. He crossed his arms as he looked around the kitchen for clues, but not as intently as Shawn. The man had dark skin that contrasted with his bright blue button up. He seemed slightly shorter than the other human, but that didn't make a difference to Tucker.

"You're just trying to get this girl's ghost to haunt me," he accused. "If you wanna steal coffee from a dead person then be my guest."

Shawn simply huffed and shook his head in resignation. He stopped looking at the body and began examining the pool of blood nearby on the table much to Tucker's dismay. Hopefully the bag of chips he was hiding in didn't spark any interest. Tucker watched with bated breath as the green eyes squinted at all the little details, then finally widening.

He gestured wildly with his hand, "Dude! Get over here!" Shawn exclaimed excitedly.

Gus hurried over and Shawn pointed to a spot on the table. Both humans leaned in, their faces right in front of Tucker's hiding place. All they had to do was look up and they could make the discovery of a lifetime. He hunkered down lower to remain out of sight. The borrower put his hand on his nail and squeezed his eyes shut as he listened to the loud breaths coming from the humans so close by.

Gus' brows furrowed. "What am I looking at?" He asked.

Shawn's large finger came into view as he pointed at more spots, "Right here and here and here. Don't these look like little-"

"What the hell are you two doing here?" A deep voice demanded. Tucker recognized it as the scary man's voice from earlier: Detective Lassiter.

Both humans stood straight up, giving Tucker the confidence to breathe again without alerting the giants.

"Hey Lassie," Shawn drawled with a smile in his voice. "We didn't know you were here too. What a coincidence." He said innocently.

Gus smiled beside him, "If we had known I would have picked you up something to eat." He added.

The ground shook as the scary man stepped into the kitchen. "This is my crime scene. I don't need two idiot consultants contaminating everything." He growled.

"Since when have we ever done such a thing?" Shawn sounded absolutely offended. If he was scared of the icy blue eyes piercing through him, he definitely didn't show it. He then leaned over to peer behind the taller detective, "Is Juliet here?" He asked eagerly.

"Out." Lassiter stated with no room to argue. He grabbed Shawn's arm and tugged at the flannel shirt he was wearing to usher him out the room.

Shawn loudly complained and resisted being dragged away. "But you need our help!" He protested as he dug his feet into the floor.

"No I don't. We already caught the killer."

Tucker perked up at that. The bag crinkled softly around him and he winced. Luckily no one seemed to notice over the commotion Shawn was causing. He knew this meant the humans will leave and Tucker will soon be the only one in the house.

"Really? Who was it?" Gus asked from the side as he casually watched Lassiter and Shawn struggle. It was clear he also wanted to leave, probably because of the corpse still in the room.

Lassiter finally gave up and let Shawn free his wrist from his grip. He pointedly straightened his black suit jacket before answering, "Steven, the husband. I'm going to take him back to the station and get a confession."

The borrower balked at that conclusion. How in the world did they think the husband did it? Wasn't it their whole job to find the right person? Humans were dumber than he initially thought.

Something in the back of his mind urged him to come out and tell them the truth. How else are they supposed to figure it out if their best hope is in cuffs. But it was a human issue that had nothing to do with him. It's not Tucker's fault humans are destructive beings that hurt everyone and everything they come across. With that in mind, the last thing he was about to do was reveal the existence of borrowers to the world just to get justice for one human.

Shawn briefly seemed to consider what the detective said before his hands suddenly shot up to the sides of his head. He rested his pointer fingers against his temple and closed his eyes. "I'm having a vision!" He declared.

Lassiter started shaking his head and resumed his efforts to drag Shawn out of the room. "No! No psychic bullshit in my crime scene!" He protested angrily.

The man promptly ignored the detective. His left hand hovering over the victim lying on the ground. Tucker leaned slightly forwards and watched in complete bewilderment as the man waved his hand in circular motions in the air.

"I sense..... ow!" He suddenly held his left hand to the side of his head, stumbling out of the detective’s grip. "I sense the killer hit her head against the table over and over again, until she was dead." Shawn slowly walked closer to the table, his eyes scanning the surface once more. Once he seemed to find what he was looking for, he closed his eyes again with his hand still on his temple. "I'm getting something else.... Steven is not the killer." Shawn concluded confidently, opening his eyes.

Tucker was left speechless. How did the human do that? He just waved his hand around and knew the correct answer. A pit of worry grew inside of him. What if the strange human found him by doing the same thing. Tucker swallowed nervously and resisted the urge to make more noise by adding more chips in front of him for cover.

Gus glanced at Shawn with a quirked brow. At this point he knew better than to question his friend, but it's always the husband in the shows. He was definitely looking forward to hearing what Shawn found. It had to be something good.

However, the detective was less than pleased with that theory. "Really?" Lassiter's lips formed a tight smile. "Do you have any evidence someone else was in the house? 'Cause I can tell you right now there was no forced entry and nothing was stolen."

Shawn didn't flinch under the man's menacing tone, instead he gave him a cocky grin. "Not right now, but I will prove it wasn't Steven. The spirits never lie." He turned towards his friend still standing near the counter. "Right Gus!" He said and gave Gus a hard pat on the back.

Gus, who was completely unprepared for the force of the action, stumbled forward and ran right into the detective. While Lassiter was busying keeping both him and Gus from falling to the floor, Shawn snatched the bag of chips off the table. He hid it behind his back as he strode out the door before Lassiter can give him a piece of his mind.

Gus hurriedly apologized and ran after him, barely avoiding the string of curses coming from the detective's mouth.

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Come to my Lake House (#3)

Jerry bought the cabin on the lake when Abby went into middle school. The following summer, she invited her new Salt Lake City friends out to the lake. That started the tradition of going straight from the last day of school celebrations to the lake house for a long weekend. They’d come busting in through the cabin’s french doors, dropping gym bags and jansports backpacks into a perfect trip hazard pile by the door. Grabbing a slice of watermelon that Abby helped cut up and greet Jerry, who was in charge of the grill, before splitting off to do different lake house activities.

And the lake house itself is surrounded by so many things to do. From looking for newts in the water to trying out the infamous rope swing. Hiking in the forest that surrounds the majority of the house.

Don’t forget the traditional summer games like cornhole and horseshoes. Once Jerry even set up crochet — but he had to immediately return the game for the safety of the extremely competitive friend group.

This tradition continued past high school and college and budding careers. Eventually, Jerry didn’t feel the need to tag along with them and the group continued using the lake house as a place to escape from their corporate jobs and hectic schedules.

A year into your relationship with Abby, you got to see the cabin in all it’s glory. Abby didn’t have to ask you twice when she invited you, as you’ve been craving a nice cool lake for ages, work kicking your ass. You packed your swim gear, your journals, and books to keep you entertained throughout the trip. Abby had spent the drive up to the lake chattering your ear off about all the things she wanted to show you.

She wanted to take you to a cool cliff side view about three miles from the cabin. And the fire pit with the perfect view of the sky above between the trees. She was also just genuinely excited to be with you, playing in the sun. You practically radiated the star. With your silly jokes and pretty laugh. Whenever you guys went hiking, you’d practically be skipping down the trails, playing in the spotlights of the sun along the way. Your face under the light of the bright sun gave Abby butterflies every time. She couldn’t wait to share with you all the sights she loved so much.

The lake picnic happens three days into the trip. Manny, Abby, and Jordan drag Manny’s jet skis into the water. You help Nora carry the basket of sandwiches she painstakingly made for everyone, with specialty diets considered. Everyone had their beers, sodas, and sparkling waters tucked between their legs. There’s a giant wooden raft in the middle of the lake that they were using as base. Once the food is safely put on the base, alongside Jordan and Leah who were gonna swim in the water around it, the jet skis are revved up and the races begin. Manny and Whitney get on one while Nora takes the second. Abby invites you to ride with her and how could you say no?

Once you’re situated, your thighs against hers and arms around her waist, she floors it. She starts with big circles around the lake as she gives you a scenic tour of the greenery around it. But soon after, she’s pulling tricks to make you shriek. She drives by the others, causing waves that rock them. Manny almost takes you both out when he retaliates with his own jet ski tricks. The two of them start to race, with you and Whitney holding on for dear life.

Abby drops you off at the raft before doing a switch around with Leah, who takes the jet ski and Abby goes over to join you. She plops down next to you on the edge of the raft, her legs and feet submerged in the water next to yours. You had collected a bag of chips, one Pepsi and one La Croix before you sat down and you quickly pass the sparkling water drink to her before she even notices it. She thanks you with a simple kiss on your temple.

You both sit there, talking and sunning yourselves until Manny drags Abby off to a beer chugging competition with Leah and Jordan. You and Nora get to properly catch up as you wait for Abby to come back. Smiley and a little buzzed, she does come back and she immediately holds her hand out to you.

“Let’s swim, baby!” You give in once you see she’s not drunk and you trust she won’t drown on you. You guys walk over to the corner of the raft where no one is at and jump into the lake. You do a simple dive but Abby, after waiting for you to pop back up to the surface to watch her, does a running start and cannonballs into the water with a big splash. You close your eyes as the water hits your face and don’t open them until you feel Abby’s hands at your waist.

You open your eyes to see Abby’s own eyes practically glowing with mischief, the blue darker in some places and light in others. You tell her you “love her pretty eyes” and she pinks up, pressing a smooch to your smiling lips. You push away from her to float on your back, the girl doggy paddling next to you until you guys are further away from the raft.

“Hey,” Abby rasps out against the water pushing her around. “Wanna play mermaids?”

You bark out a laugh. “Okay, but I get to be the purple-tailed one.”

Abby laughs, agreeing. “I wanted to be green anyway.”

And like two little girls, you and Abby play mermaids for what feels like hours, swimming around each other and the logs and rocks that coat the river floor.

It is when you’re laughing so hard at her impression of her “pet seahorse” that can’t stop nuzzling up to you for “pets and kisses” that you realize you hadn’t seen any of your friends in a while.

“Wait, Abby? What time is it?”

The girl pulls back and looks at her wrist where her waterproof watch shines the time back to her. “Oh, shit we’ve been over here for two hours?!” Abby’s flabbergasted face pulls a laugh out of you. You kiss her wet pout.

You guys had managed to swim pretty far away from the raft and when you finally get to it, you notice that while the coolers were still on the raft, your friends are gone. You climb onto the raft and look around. The sun’s in your eyes and you have to cup your hand by your eyes to block it out in order to see.

“HELLO??!?” Abby walks around the raft calling for Manny and Nora or anyone.

Finally you hear Manny screaming Abby’s name. You see him on land by the house, waving his arms.

“Where the hell have you guys been?” He yells across the water.

“We were swimming!” Abby yells back. She looks back at you and rolls her eyes.

You see Manny move — his hands are now placed on his hips. “You get your asses over here! Dinner is almost done! Dios mios! No me jodas! I thought you guys died!”

“Sorry, Manny!” you yell back. You then turn to Abby.

“How are we supposed to get back?” You groan. “I’m fucking exhausted from mermaids, but they took the jet skis back.”

Abby scans the area and indeed they took both jet skis back. But that doesn’t deter her.

“I’ll go swim to get the jet ski and then come back and get you.”

Now you normally would say no but you can’t argue the fact that Abby’s stamina is way higher than yours on a good day. You’re exhausted but Abby is still bouncing around, full of energy. She dives into the water and swims to a jet ski. It takes her a quick minute to mount and start it, but soon she’s cruising towards you.

“Thank you, Abs.” You take her helpful hand to climb on behind her. And you wrap your arms tight around her waist to hold on as she drives you both back to shore. Manny is still there, looking exactly like a latina mother irritated with her children. He hands you both towels and gestures for you to follow him back up to the house.

“Thanks, mom!” Abby teases Manny. She just barely dodges his smack aimed at the back of her head and ducks behind you as protection. You put your toughest face on as you guard your girlfriend. Manny laughs at your attempt and rolls his eyes. “That’s cute, sister. Like a rottweiler hiding behind a pomeranian…”

“Aye,” you scold Manny, waggling your finger at him.

“Leave my girl alone. Pomeranians are ankle biters. Which means I’mma getcha!” you put your fists up, punching the air near his face. Manny gets into a defensive pose, bopping around in place like a video game character in create mode, which makes Abby cackle behind you.

“Hey, bitches!” You three turn your heads to the house where Nora is standing in the doorway. “Food is done. Get your asses in here,” she walks back into the house.

Manny straightens up. “Best not keep the cook waiting. She hid the chocolate for the s’mores when I kept asking when dinner would be done.” His face pulls into a deep drown like a scolded child. You laugh and shove him in front of you. Abby shuffles over to walk next to you, placing her arm over your shoulder. You slide your hand around her waist and walk the rest of the way glued to the hip. Manny was inside by the time you both got to the porch stairs. You could hear him reenacting the moment he saw you guys on the raft to the rest of the crew.

“You wanna go get changed?” Abby quietly asks. You nod and follow her up the stairs to your shared bedroom. She grabs her clothes from her bag and chivalrously goes into the bathroom to change, allowing you to have the bedroom to yourself. Making do without a shower, you put on a sweatshirt and shorts.

You’re sitting on the bed, putting on socks when Abby comes back in. She’s wearing her go to track pants and the thrifted harley-davidson shirt you bought her months ago. It has holes in the collar and along other seams, but it’s soft, light, and has a picture of a half naked lady sitting on a motorcycle. So safe to say it’s one of Abby’s favorite shirts. She joins you, putting on her own wool socks. You both get up to head downstairs but she stops you in the doorway.

“Hey, wait,” she pulls you towards her until you're close enough for her to lean in and press a long kiss to your lips. You smile into it and tug Abby even closer.

She eventually pulls away and you watch her lick her lips. Her cheeks are rosy red. She doesn’t say anything, just scans her eyes all over your face.

“You good, baby?” you ask, playing with the hairs at the nape of her neck, comforting her without hesitation.

“Yeah,” Abby coughs. “I’m just, like, really gay, sorry.”

“What?!?” you squawk out. The snort that she pulls from you is embarrassing but the way Abby’s face is so serious makes it come out of you. “You're dumb as hell! God, I love you.”

“Aw,” Abby cooes. She brushes a finger along the apple of your cheek. “I like you too!”

You roll your eyes at her smirk. “Shut up!” you joke, shoving her shoulder back. She barely moves, her stance planted.

“Hey! I was kidding! C’mere! I am sorry baby!” Abby apologizes. “I love you so so much!” She kisses your temple repeatedly.

You can’t help but pout at how fast you are able to forgive her, jokes aside. You’re a fucking sap for her.

You guys head back downstairs and into the dining area where everyone is devouring Nora’s gourmet tacos. There’s a spot for you and Abby saved, with empty plates waiting. The cups are filled with something non-alcoholic that sits in a glass jug next to your place mat.

“Damn, Nora,” Abby comments when she sits down. “My plans for my dinner seem subpar to yours.”

Nora smiles. “Shut up. But thank you. I’ve made these a few times already and they hit every time. So please, y’all, eat it up!”

The rest of the table cheers unanimously and then they settle back down, eating and enjoying the company around the table as the sun sets. It turns into twilight, then dusk, before everyone finally disperses from the table. Since tonight is Jordan and Leah’s turn to do dishes, Abby invites you to sit outside with her. The stars are bright out here and you take a moment to look at all of them in the sky. Abby takes that time to look at you.

“Do you know any of the stars?” She asks

You continue looking upwards. “I wish but no. You?”

“Nah,” she clicks her tongue. “I was honestly hoping you’d know.”

You laugh at her response, looking away from the sky. Abby’s holding back a smile when you look at her. She points over your shoulder.

“We have some chairs over here.”

There are lounge chairs sitting on an overlook of a small cement patio and campfire area. Abby tells you about building the fire pit a few summers ago with her dad. She sits down on one and before she even has time to say something, you nudge her thigh with your knee.

You look positively bashful. Abby’s thankful for the lanterns surrounding the area that alight your face for her. “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, yeah, c’mere,” Abby scoots a bit back on the chair and spreads her legs so you can sit between them. You eagerly settle in against her warm chest. It’s not too hot or cold tonight — perfect summer night weather. She wraps her arms around your shoulders. Goosebumps arise on her skin where your hands run down her arms until you bring her forearms up to your chin, encouraging her to snuggle closer. Abby smiles into the back of your head and she tightens her arms around you. You both lay there, Abby pressing random kisses onto your head and you respond to them with kisses of your own to her arm.

“Thanks for coming up here with me. I know it can be a bit overwhelming with everyone but I’m happy you’re here,” Abby says into the night. You lean your head back so you can look up at Abby. She looks down at you, instinctively closing her eyes when you put a hand on her cheek.

“Thank you for inviting me. I’ve been having a lot of fun. It’s nice to see the crew… unleashed.” You shoot her a wry grin. Abby knows exactly what you’re referencing as she was also witness to Leah and Manny’s rock, paper, scissors turned arm wrestle turned into actual wrestling over who got to have the big inflatable dragon. Apparently, Abby had told you, they had to take turns because this wasn’t the first inflatable those two fought over but it is the only one that still inflates.

Abby leans her head back, groaning. “God I was so embarrassed when they did that!”

You snort. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Abby shrugs, looking sheepish. “I wanted to impress you with this trip and there goes my best friends fighting over an inflatable floatie.”

“What are you talking about?” You move your entire body 90 degrees around so you can look at her, your legs now swung over one of Abby’s. There’s an exasperated but extremely adorable expression on your face. “I love your friends. They are your family. And they’re funny as hell. You have to come camping with my family — we get crazy on the river. Just you wait,” you hum, looking up at the sky.

Abby slyly leans closer to you. She can’t help the grin that grows on her face. “Yeah? I’m going camping with your family now?”

You look over at her and smile. “I mean yeah, my family already invited you without me even asking. It’s going to be twenty of us so you better be prepared for that whole circus,” you tease. Abby shares your smile. She’s met some of your family but only in short bursts. She met a few of them before you guys even started officially dating. They loved her as much as she loved them. “Just be prepared for the fly fishing because it’s a requirement while camping with us.”

Abby scoffs. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll catch the biggest fish.”

You cup her cheek and bring her face closer to yours. “I’m sure you will, baby.” You coo. You lean forward and press your lips against hers in a slow kiss. She keeps you there with a hand on your neck, nudging your lips open with hers, your tongue enthusiastically meeting hers. You can’t help the moan you let out that vibrates against Abby’s lips, encouraging her own moans. It’s deep, slow, and full of love as she keeps you firmly tethered to her. When you finally pull away, it’s to look at Abby’s pretty face in the flickering lantern lights.

“Did you know,” you start. Your hand is still on Abby’s cheek and you take the time to delicately brush your thumb against the apple of her cheek. “That you are so fucking pretty?” You lean in to kiss her freckled cheek. The smooch is exaggeratedly loud in order to bring a laugh out of Abby. She pretends to lean away from you but is secretly enjoying the attention you give her face as you lay kisses all over her face, repeating “so pretty” under your breath after each kiss.

You continue to smooch her face until she is giggling so hard that you can’t stop smiling at the sound, which makes keeping your lips puckered very difficult. You reluctantly pull away, taking the time to brush loose hair from Abby’s face. Her giggles subside and she watches as you comb her hair back.

The stars and tree line behind you give Abby a view she could stare at all day, your soft expression as you look at her warming her more than any bonfire could. This is exactly what she wanted when she invited you to come up here with her. You, her, the stars, the soundtrack of a summer night floating around you. No work, no appointments. No other distractions besides her best friends, who adore you and have no problem leaving you two alone to enjoy your time together. No real interruptions for an entire week. And Abby is going to take full advantage of the full week to love on you as much as she can.

She presses a kiss to your cheek. “C’mon,” she gestures for you to go back to your earlier positions, your back against her front. You both spend the rest of the evening sharing kisses and inventing random constellations out of the stars above you.

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Beach/Pool Headcanon Mini-scenario

A/N: Another one of the wip drafts. idk I want to go out but the heat wave is like nah TT A TT

Warnings: some mention of suggestive scenes (more towards light teasing fluff so get your head out of the gutter >:[)

Donnie

He'll be in slight denial that he doesn't need your help with his unfortunate fear towards beach balls but...

- He will at least cling on to you once or twice during the trip. (especially when some group of kids accidentally toss the ball near him)

Has a separate battle shell mainly as an extra beverage storage space. (he did lie about having extra ice during that one man vs sewer episode from one of his other battle shells so... He probably made this one as another bored invention idea until some heat waves finally gave a good purpose for it)

- He'll still ask for something in return so just be aware of that, if you really want a cool drink from him. Just be glad he's somewhat nicer to you and April because, there were a few times where the power slowly got to his head during a heat wave where the air conditioner was broken for a few weeks...

He will definitely bug you about putting on sunscreen. (whether or not, you already had some before the road trip started)

- But the moment he sees you struggling to put some on your back, he'll silently help you despite his discomfort with the lotion's greasy texture. And his curiosity gets the best of him, briefly catching sight of your bare chest once you put your shirt back on. As he uses a towel to get rid of the leftover sunscreen on his hands.

"I don't mind you looking respectfully~"

"Please do not suggest such thoughts to my mind. Since you forgot to apply said sunscreen before meeting up at the rendezvous point..."

Sometimes observes marine life by the beach. Following the usual guidelines at a safe distance but...

- Very much glares at seagulls. One of them will always steal some french fry or other piece of food from him. You pretty much have to hold him back before he starts causing a scene at these feathery fiends.

Definitely takes naps on one of his float rings or inflatable pool float rafts.

- His brothers will always try to stack something on his shell before he wakes up from the giggling or the weight annoying him in his sleep.

He doesn't mind either the pool or beach and will probably list the pro vs cons towards those two.

- However, if he has to be the one to balance out a potential tiebreaker. He slightly leans in favor of pools. Easier to sneak into at night and replace the security footage with his edited video of no one in sight during the time frame you guys were there.

Leo

One of the few times, he'll help Donnie with planning ahead for the beach and/or pool trip, because he's excited to go there.

- A little more towards the beach than the pool. There's more sights to see near the beach and while he likes the lazy approach of the pool. The beach just fits that part of the aquatic turtle in him.

If everyone ends up lounging around the pool, he'll easily get bored of it.

- He'll likely bother you first so his brothers can enjoy the chill vibe. Before Raph gets the uneasy feeling, you somehow got wrapped up in some part of the red slider turtle's scheme for a playful prank.

Slightly decent at beach volleyball but, still not the greatest at surfing.

- Sometimes includes mystic powers into beach volleyball but, only when the coast is clear. (Often being around the late hours which is very rare.) Doesn't practice surfing as much he wants to and will often have some seaweed on his head after crashing from a bad wave. A few bumps and bruises on his knees when he's not that careful. And sort of gives up after a few hours before focusing his attention on something else.

Likes to pretend he's your personal tour guide. Knowing the ideal places for the best time, well spent for these summer getaways.

- He tries to keep note of the upcoming events so he can surprise you with something different to end the night with. Granted he might slip up on some details since he's a bit busy with the leader duty so... Its one of the rare instances he's nervous around you.

Sometimes a little thief when it comes to your food. Sneaking a bite from a sandwich you've been craving for in a long while or swapping a bag of chips he's almost done with yours that you just opened.

- Used to take a few sips from your drink. Until Donnie had a smirk explaining...

"A big shame that's your first kiss with (Y/N)."

"You could have easily gone with the classic kiss on the lips but..."

"Nardo decided to settle with an indirect kiss-"

The red slider turtle sat in the turtle taxi with a 30 minute timeout. No regrets or shame yeeting a beach ball via a surprise portal behind his softshell turtle brother.

Has a really bad habit staring at you whenever you're in awe at some event taking place during sunset or the night sky being generous enough to send a cool gentle breeze in your direction.

- You literally take his breath away sometimes that it can almost feel suffocating, when its just the two of you together. In full denial while having a blushing face saying nothing's wrong. Really hoping you don't notice how much these moments really mean to him.

Raph

Tries to end the evening with a beach bonfire with just the two of you. Often with him starting a friendly competition of who could gather the most driftwood. So he doesn't accidentally stumble on his words in an attempt to ask you out on an actual date.

- Sadly, the moment doesn't last that long with his family surprising you guys with s'mores and other treats before Raph lets you win.

However, Leo sometimes helps out through a subtle manner so he's a bit of a wingman to Raph. So Raph's slightly getting better at this plan.

Sometimes leans into you because of your body heat and the hot weather making him a bit sleepy.

- Regardless how you feel about your skin, he still thinks its really soft.

He almost wanted to throw Leo or Donnie into ocean because... According to Mikey, one of them got a photo of Raph's face almost a little too close to resting beside your thighs. You still reassured him not to worry about it. Especially getting back at those two with a little prank you have been wanting to try on them.

Whether you're short or tall, Raph wants to make sure you get the best seat in the house. So you're sometimes sitting on his shoulder to get a better view.

- He still asks if some of the spiky scales are hurting you but, you usually use your hoodie/jacket or spare towel as extra protection to avoid hurting his feelings.

Very much sneaks up on his brothers while pretending to be shark whenever he's swimming (both pool or beach)

- Almost got in trouble when Mikey's scream broke one of the glass windows at an indoor pool place. So he only wears the fake fin on his shell unless they're sneaking to a pool at night.

Really likes the crunch sound from biting into crabs and/or lobster shells.

- While his wallet will take a hit, the alligator snapping turtle is just very happy to enjoy the once a year surf and turf restaurant experience.

And very much unaware of his brothers and Splinter's expressions, with a tiny bit of worry how strong the red one's bite really is.

More likely to pick the beach and might be slightly indifferent to pools.

- He can sort of tolerate the overcrowded energy from the beach but, the pool might be more unbearable if the place can't make room for him. Similar to Donnie's choice in favor of the pool, its better at night especially when surveillance cameras are temporary on hold by the purple turtle's tech.

Mikey

Given how he's the shortest of his siblings, he prefers to stick by the shallow waters of the pool.

- And a few horror themed movie nights along with some documentary videos of his turtle counterpart not being the best at swimming, kind of made him afraid towards the idea of swim training at night.

Likes to wander around seaside themed shops for potential souvenirs.

- He tries to limit himself to just one. Or at least something that captures the vibes of the trip. And when he can't, he's more content to put that idea for the next art project.

Instantly picks the beach over the pool. He still doesn't mind either of the two options but, he can probably name more fun ideas close to the beach.

- Especially more excited by new or returning events near the boardwalk.

Even if you're wearing the most tackiest or boring swimsuit, Mikey will still give a heartfelt compliment to your beach/pool outfit.

- Although he'll really blush more if you go all out with all sorts of vibrant orange colors.

Always likes to get you snacks or a few drinks by the boardwalk.

- He might have said a few white lies to get a discount for couple's only ones but, all that matters to him is that you're having a good time!

Since you gave the okay that he can draw you sometimes, the beach setting is where he truly shines in his artistic vision.

- But, there's been times where he's hesitant to show his sketchbook to you. Often blushing at you when the sunset gives the perfect angle showcasing your beauty. Or his brothers giving him embarrassing feedback mostly at his work in progress sketch, not at you.

[xiiithhazard]

Echoes of the Unseen Children – Chapter 14

Word Prompt 50 – Role Swap

@year-of-the-echdina

First Chapter

Prev. Chapter

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Chapter 14:

Over the course of the next few days, they took turns sleeping and foraging for supplies and making an attempt to build a new shelter. However, with everything either soaked or burned they only accomplished a very small lean-to. On top of that, they’d been running out of places to find food, even before the Dingoes had burned their stores, so they were forced to use the dried reactions they’d received from the Dingoes, something they had hoped to save for their trip.

Of course, now that their map was gone as well, their adventure to find The Master Emerald looking to be on a permanent hiatus. But it wasn’t until their fourth day back that they realized just how little justification they had to continue staying on the island.

“Why is it always water?” Sonic complained, as they all stood at the edge of their camp clearing, a place that had always been safe for them to roam before, only to find that the ocean was now feet away and seemingly moving closer by the hour.

“We can’t stay here.” Knuckles was the first to point out what they all already knew, just didn’t want to say.

“No, but where are we supposed to go?” Sonic demanded in annoyance, kicking a rock into the water, like that would really do them any good. It made him feel a little better though. “This was the biggest island, if it’s not holding its ground, then moving to another one isn’t going to do anything.”

“We need to go to the mainland. That’s where all the other clans were headed.” They both looked at Amy as she suggested this, for neither of them had ever been to such a place. Even their bag of rings wouldn’t do them any good, as they had no idea how to get there. And considering what had happened the last time they’d tried to cross the water on a raft, they’d rather not risk that again. “I – I traveled there once. With my parents.” She went on, nervously fidgeting with the edge of her dress. “I think I can –”

She paused when Knuckles placed a hand on her shoulder, recognizing that she was feeling the stress of taking responsibility for their safety. “We still have a little time to prepare.”

“Yeah, and we have plenty of rings. You don’t need to get it right the first time.” Sonic pipped up, ever the optimist. Though they all knew that, going to the mainland would mean that those same rings would now become their currency. So, they were not likely to last as long as they had originally hoped.

“Take some time.” Knuckles instructed her. “We’ll make all the preparations. You just focus on these.” With that he set the bag of rings in her hand and smiled at her. Earning a little grin in return.

“Come on, Buddy.” Sonic proclaimed, taking Tails from her as well, knowing very well that he made focusing on any kind of task a near impossibility. “You’re hanging with your bros today.”

The baby proceeded to declare his happiness with this idea and, with that agreed upon, they decided to head to the highest point of the island, and the one place where they knew they could still find food.

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“Amy said that they should easily pull away from the vine when they’re ripe.” Sonic murmured, as they crawled under the canopy of grapes, searching for what they were looking for. Unfortunately, it became clear that most of them would not be ready before they had to leave. But they wouldn’t be able to carry that much anyway. “Is it just me, or is it even more crowed in here?”

He wasn’t wrong. They’d had a hard time getting through the thick foliage and overgrown tree roots the last time they’d visited. Now it was noticeably more restricting, and not just because they were feeling a little claustrophobic from spending time in a cage.

“It’s probably the rain.” Knuckles answered, effortlessly shifting some of the branches away, to give himself a place to sit, without actually damaging any of the plants. An action Sonic couldn’t accomplish, even with all his weight behind the attempt. So, he just ended up laying on his back and scooting around.

Their bag was getting rather full, by the time Sonic caught himself checking on his brother again and again, something he’d been doing a lot lately. He wasn’t sure if he was just worried, or if he still didn’t quite believe that Knuckles was actually alive. Either way, it didn’t take long for the echidna to pelt him with a grape.

“Ow.” Sonic complained, rubbing his new bruise and glaring at his brother.

“I am not a spectacle for you to gawk at.” He grumped, as he continued to check the grapes, one bushel at a time. Though, in doing so, he missed the smile that spread across Sonic’s face. Then he just burst into laughter, prompting the echidna to raise an eyebrow at him. “What’s so funny.”

“That was the first thing you ever said to me.” Sonic announced and Knuckles blinked. “Well – maybe not the first. But – still.” He murmured, looking at the sky, as he just continued to smile. Remembering a time when they had been on opposite sides of a gate, that seemed like it would never open. In more ways than just one. “We’ve – come a long way since then. Haven’t we?”

“Yes.” Knuckles responded after a moment and smiled as well. “We have.”

“So –” Sonic spoke up again, as he shifted into his brother’s little space and sat up to stretch. “Amy mentioned something, and – it’s got me thinking.” He whispered, rubbing at his quills in a nervous manner. “Do you think it was just a coincidence that you and I met.” He looked up, hoping his brother understood what he was getting at.

“It does seem that the gods have taken a special interest in us.” Knuckles muttered, slowly lifting his black arm, as if to indicate his point. As Amy had guessed, all he needed to do in order to move it again, was restore some of his energy. However, it still appeared to be quite the arduous process. Though Sonic had caught him using it absentmindedly a few times. Which made him wonder if it was more a mental block, than a physical one.

“That’s just it. That crazy dingo jerk actually called me a god. I’m just not sure whether or not I should take it seriously.” Knuckles looked up as he said that, before narrowing his eyes in thought. “I mean – there isn’t a god of speed – is there?” Sonic asked, fighting with his quills.

“No. Not that I know of.” Knuckles looked at the ground thoughtfully, before shifting his focus toward the horizon. This high up, they could clearly see the ocean, even though the thick foliage. “There is one of water though.” That made Sonic twitch as he too looked toward said liquid that was seemingly determined to chase them out of another home. Almost like it was – sentient.

“Nope! I don’t wanna even think about that.” The hedgehog declared, throwing his hands in the air and putting his foot down. “It’s bad enough without divine intervention.”

Knuckles chuckled at his misfortune, but didn’t bring it up again. “From what my father told me, there are seven gods of nature. Each corresponding to a Chaos Emerald.”

“Chaos Emerald?” Sonic repeated, he felt like he’d heard that term before, but couldn’t quite remember what it was. “Is that like The Master Emerald.”

“Yes and no.” Knuckles answered, sitting back against his tree and letting Tails out of his carry pouch, to wonder for a bit. “The Chaos Emeralds came into existence when the gods were born. The Master Emerald is much older. Created by the universe itself to bring balance and control the Chaos energies that once threatened to tear reality apart.”

“Okay.” Sonic muttered. He wasn’t sure if that made any sense, but he wasn’t going to argue either. Knuckles knew far more about the subject than he ever would. “What are the other gods then?”

He took a moment to think about that before counting them off on his fingers. “Water, fire, wind, lightning, life, light and darkness.

“There’s – one for lightning?” Sonic whispered, looking at his hands, aware that his power often took on that shape, when he was really channeling it. “Do – you think –”

“I don’t know, Sonic.” Knuckles interrupted, rubbing at his head, like he was getting a headache. “I’m not going to pretend like I understand anything the gods do. They were created to keep the world in balance. They don’t usually care what us mere mortals are up to.”

“Then – why did Iblis?” Sonic countered him, causing his brother to go quiet and look away. “Sorry.” He offered quickly, knowing that was still a touchy subject.

“It was – a prisoner.” Knuckles answered anyway and Sonic looked back to find his friend watching a rock rather intently, his eyes strangely unfocused. Which made Sonic move to his side, quickly checking that he was alright, only for the echidna to jump out of his trance, when he was touched.

“Stop that.” Sonic commanded, his heartrate increasing again.

“Sorry.” He stated, rubbing his head again. “I feel like I can remember what happened, if I just focus enough. But it’s always just out of reach.”

“Yeah well, do it on your own time. I didn’t sign up for a heart attack today.” Sonic complained, gripping his chest fur, trying to calm himself down. Only to freak out again, when he looked around and realized someone was missing. “Where’s Tails?”

Knuckles swore, as he realized this too, and quickly started searching the vines for the little fox. Thankfully, they were pretty accustomed to his disappearing act and knew the best place to look would be the most interesting thing in the area.

“Sonk.” The baby cried out happily, as they crawled into the clearing to find the little pest was hanging out with the nexus stone.

“Don’t try to butter me up, you little booger.” Sonic proclaimed, storming over to put his hands on his hips and glared at the baby. “It’s not funny.” He insisted, when all he got were giggles in return. In the end, the hedgehog just sighed and relented to the fact that he couldn’t stay mad at that adorable face. “Hey!” He demanded, when he looked over to find Knuckles was now examining the nexus stone. “Don’t touch that.”

His brother just turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “When did you get so paranoid?”

“It was because of that thing that the dingoes found us. So, I think I have a good reason.” He complained, glaring at the seemingly innocent stone statue. Though Knuckles didn’t look convinced, he did take a step back, just to make him happy. “Thank you.”

“Will you stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Acting like me.” Knuckles countered and Sonic winced, despite himself. Before reaching up to grip his quills, like he was having a brief moment of insanity.

“Oh Chaos, I am. What is this world coming to? Quick, hit me, I – OW!” Sonic complained when his brother didn’t waste so much as a second, before taking him up on that offer. Which ended with the hedgehog on the ground, holding his face. “Not that hard.”

“I wasn’t taking any chances.” Knuckles proclaimed, as if speaking of the weather and Sonic glared at him. But he was ignored, as the echidna turned back to the nexus stone, before carefully raising his right hand to hover over it.

“Hey, what did I just say?” Sonic grumped, only to be ignored again, as Knuckles cocked his head to the side, like he was seeing something no one else was. “What?” Sonic demanded, looking from his brother to the stone and back again.

“I’m not sure, but something about this thing feels – familiar.” Sonic stood up again and walked over to stand by him, trying to gauge what he was getting at. “It feels – like Iblis.” He finally settled on and the hedgehog blinked at him. “It’s only a small trace, like an echo. It’s not the real thing, just – all that’s left behind.”

Sonic raised an eyebrow at the stone, before glaring at his brother again. “Okay, you’re starting to weird me out.”

“Will you just listen to what I’m saying?” Knuckles growled, turning on him in a huff. “I don’t think this was a nexus stone at all. I think it was a prison. For another god.” Sonic blinked and closed his mouth with a snap, as his friend turned back to the rock again. “Except, the lock was broken and it’s not here anymore.”

Slowly, Sonic turned to look at the stone as well, trying to wrap his mind around that. If they hadn’t already encountered Iblis, he wouldn’t even believe that a god could be imprisoned. But, if one was, who was to say the rest hadn’t fallen victim to the same thing. And, if that were true – “Then where is it now?” He asked out loud.

For a moment they just looked at each other. As they both knew of one person that had been in contact with that stone and had seemingly come away from it with powers that no normal person should have.

…

Sonic couldn’t remember ever seeing Amy laugh so hard. Yet neither he nor Knuckles joined in. As they were too busy trying to convince her that they were serious.

“Guys, I am not a goddess. I can promise you that.” She giggled, before reaching out, to boop both of their noses. “But I’m flattered by the complement.” She purred, prompting them both to blush and turn away.

“Will you just honor us, please?” Knuckles insisted. “I’m not convinced that us meeting was just a coincidence. Everything that’s happened is too – deliberate.”

“How so?” Amy muttered, still fighting back her laughter a bit and he sighed.

“I end up on a random island that just happens to have a message left for me or someone in my bloodline. And meet the one person who can take me there.” Knuckles pointed out, his tone serious, which finally made the girl calm down and consider his meaning. “Not only that, but that message caught the attention of a tribe that would then try to sacrifice me to a god, that instead gave me some of its power.”

“Okay, that’s a good point.” She admitted, looking down at Tails, as the baby tried to capture one of his tails, only to be thwarted every time.

“And you said yourself that him and I meeting seemed more like destiny.” Sonic added and she looked at him, her face screwed up into something a tad uncomfortable.

“Yeah but – that was just you two. The only reason I said anything is because I was feeling a little – I don’t know – out of place.” Her sad tone made them both back off a little, before Sonic moved to her side and pulled her into a one-armed hug.

“No one was ever suggesting that. And if they did, I’d beat them up myself.” That got her smile to come back and it was her turn to blush and look at something else.

“We’re just – wondering if maybe you had a point.” Knuckles added and she looked up at him, before sighing.

“Okay, then what does that have to do with me?”

“Can you tell us exactly what you saw, when you first touched the nexus stone?” She blinked at the question but settled down to answer him.

“It was like I could see all the magic in the world. The chaos power inside all living things. From the plants to the animals to my parents. That’s how I found my way back home.”

“Did you tell them about this?” Knuckles insisted and she blinked.

“Of course I did, I was 3 years old.”

“And did they do – anything?”

Amy narrowed her eyes at him this time. “What are you getting at?”

“I apologize.” He stated quickly. “I’m not insinuating that they would do anything bad. It’s just – my father made a point to put a lock on my power, when it started to become too much for me to control. Your parents were unusually knowledgeable about a great many things. It wouldn’t surprise me if they also did the same for you.”

“You think – that’s why the magic went away?” She asked, her voice quiet and reserved.

“I don’t know. All I’m saying is that – when it comes to the gods, nothing should be considered a coincidence.”

Amy took a minute to look away and really think about what he was saying. Seemingly going through a few emotions to do so. “But – why would one of the gods by trapped under that stone?”

“I’m not sure.” Knuckles admitted, before looking down at his hands. “However, my father told me a story that once happened to my ancestors. This was even before Enerjak’s time. They were forced to imprison the water god inside of The Master Emerald, because it was threatening to the destroy the world.”

Everyone looked at him sharply before, again turning their attention to the ocean. Though no one said anything out loud.

“Then – you think I’ve had the power of a god – this whole time?” Amy finally asked and Knuckles shrugged.

“At least a small part of one, maybe.”

“But – why? And why us?”

“I don’t know, it could be we were just convenient vessels.” Knuckles suggested making them all look a little uncomfortable now, but they got over it.

“Then – do you think there are others like us?” Sonic added and they both looked at him, it seemed the idea of that hadn’t ever crossed their minds, but now it was too intriguing a thought to let go. And it wasn’t long before they all turned their attention to their fourth member. Causing the baby fox to blink up at them, his tail still clamped between his teeth.

“Oh boy.” Amy murmured, to which they couldn’t help but agree. Raising a baby had been enough of a challenge, considering they were all still children themselves. What were they supposed to do if he had god-like powers too?

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Comments – They feed the starving writers. 🤗

[roseandxanderfics]

"Always Been You" - Isaac Lahey x stoic!quiet!fem!reader

Summary: You’ve been Isaac’s one constant—his quiet best friend, his safe place. When he joins Scott’s pack and suddenly has people around who care, it should be a good thing. But he doesn’t like seeing them pull you in too. You’re his person. Right?

A/N: Based on this request 'Hey I love you "quiet ones" Liam fic so much. I don't know if you write for him, but could you maybe do one of a fem!reader of the same personality, but with Isaac?But maybe she's like his best friend already (and crush), and the only person he's friends with prior to being bitten. So when he joins the pack, he brings her along, but pretty quickly gets jealous because he's not used to seeing her talk to anyone. Then finally she bluntly reveals that she likes him back, or something like that :)'

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Before everything changed, it was always the two of you.

In the silent spaces between classes, in the empty bleachers during lacrosse practice, in the bruised shadows of Isaac’s bedroom after his father’s rages, you were there. Quiet. Still. Steady in ways no one else in his life had ever managed to be.

You were his best friend before he even realized he had one.

He met you in freshman year, the same week he showed up to school with a black eye he didn’t bother explaining. You sat beside him in science, didn’t talk much, didn’t ask questions, didn’t offer any soft pitying looks like everyone else. You just passed him a pen when he forgot his, and when he gave it back, you didn’t say you can keep it—you just gave him another one the next day.

That was the beginning.

You weren’t like Stiles. Not loud, not manic, not constant motion. You weren’t like Scott either—earnest, wide-eyed, heartbreakingly kind. You were… still. Watchful. A little intimidating. You only spoke when it mattered, and when you did, it wasn’t small talk—it was real.

Isaac clung to that like a life raft.

Over the next year, you became his safest place.

He never had to explain himself with you. Never had to pretend he wasn’t angry or scared or unraveling. He could just be. You didn’t try to fix him. You just showed up—sat next to him at lunch, waited at his locker, walked him home without ever being asked.

You weren’t just his friend.

You were his person.

So of course, when Isaac got bitten, you were the first person he told.

And when the world turned upside down, when he started seeing things and smelling fear and losing control of his own body—you didn’t flinch.

You just nodded. Took the information in. And said, “Okay. What do you need?”

Scott’s pack was warm. Loud. Full of light. Isaac didn’t know what to do with it.

It was like stepping into someone else’s life. One where people cared if you got hurt. One where group texts and game nights were normal, and nobody raised a hand unless it was to offer a hug or a snack or some badly timed joke.

He hated how much it terrified him.

Hated how badly he wanted it.

And hated, most of all, how fast you became part of it too.

You weren’t pack—not technically. But you showed up at every meeting. Watched every planning session with that same quiet intensity you always had. You weren’t loud or bossy or even particularly affectionate. You just… fit. Slipped into the background and anchored him in it.

Which is why Isaac noticed when your attention started to shift.

First it was Kira, sitting beside you at the McCall kitchen table, asking about your playlist and scribbling smiley faces in your notebook.

Then Lydia—offering to drive you home, giving you books she thought you’d like. You actually smiled at her. Smiled. Not wide, not showy, but it was real.

You didn’t even smile at him like that.

And then there was Stiles.

Always hanging around. Making stupid jokes. Talking a mile a minute. And you, somehow, tolerating him. Worse—you started responding. Not often, not much. But enough. A few dry one-liners. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it chuckle when he tripped over his own feet.

Isaac hated it.

He hated it so much he could barely look at you sometimes.

Because for the first time in years, you weren’t just his anymore.

It all came to a head on a rainy Friday night at Scott’s place.

Movie night. Popcorn. Pillows everywhere. One of those normal things Isaac still wasn’t used to.

You were on the couch with Stiles. Again. Not touching, but close. Too close. You had a blanket over your legs, sleeves pulled over your hands like always, and your head tilted in that way that meant you were paying attention to the screen but listening to everything else.

Isaac stood in the doorway, watching.

Stiles leaned over and whispered something to you. You didn’t laugh, but your lips twitched.

Isaac couldn’t breathe.

He turned around and left.

You found him twenty minutes later, sitting on the porch steps in the rain.

You didn’t say anything. Just dropped beside him, pulled your knees to your chest, and waited.

Eventually, he spoke. Low. Frayed.

“Do you like him?”

You didn’t look at him. “Who?”

“Stiles.”

You blinked at the streetlight. “No.”

Isaac let out a bitter breath. “You talk to him more than me lately.”

A pause.

Then: “I didn’t think it would bother you.”

His head snapped toward you. “Of course it bothers me.”

You turned. Looked at him, finally. Eyes dark, unreadable.

“You’re jealous.”

It wasn’t a question.

He tried to scoff. Tried to play it off. But he couldn’t.

Because you saw him. Too well. Too deep.

“I just…” He trailed off. Looked away. “I liked it better when it was just us.”

You were quiet for a long time.

Then, gently: “Me too.”

His chest tightened. “Then why…?”

“Because I thought you were pulling away. After the bite. After Scott. I thought you didn’t need me like before.”

Isaac swallowed hard. “That’s not true.”

You looked down at your hands. Your voice was softer now. Almost uncertain.

“You never said anything.”

Silence stretched.

Rain dripped off the porch roof.

Then, with a breathless kind of desperation: “I didn’t know how.”

He turned to face you fully, eyes wide, raw.

“You’re my best friend. My only friend for a long time. You’re the only person who’s ever looked at me and didn’t see some broken, angry mess.”

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak.

He pushed on. “And then Scott came along and suddenly I had this whole new world, and it was terrifying, but you were still there. You’ve always been there. Even when I didn’t deserve it. And I—”

He broke off, voice cracking.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the day you handed me a pen and didn’t say anything.”

You blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, quietly:

“I know.”

Isaac’s breath caught.

You turned to him again, closer now. Knees brushing.

“You think I’m quiet because I don’t feel anything.” A small shake of your head. “But I do. I just don’t say things unless I mean them.”

Isaac nodded, slowly. Eyes locked to yours.

“And I mean this,” you said.

Then leaned forward, voice barely a whisper:

“I love you too.”

Later, he’ll think about how soft that moment was. How gentle. Like finally exhaling after years of holding his breath.

You didn’t kiss him right away.

You just leaned your forehead against his.

And it felt more intimate than anything.

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

He clutched your hand like a lifeline.

“You’ve always been mine,” he whispered back.

And this time, you didn’t pull away.

[cha-melodius]

2023 Writing Roundup

Thanks to @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @kiwiana-writes, and @orchidscript for tagging me for this one. I'm also going to say thanks to everyone who tagged me in the ao3 wrapped or other round up type things; I've been putting off doing my annual writing year-in-review because I always post it on the 30th or 31st. This one is new to me and I figured why not, I'll do it now. I published 31 fics this year (so far!), so safe to say I'm putting this partly under a cut to save your dashes.

JANUARY

How’s About Cookin’ Something Up With Me? (TMFU, T, 4k) Teachers AU, Napoleon helps Illya bake cookies for a holiday party.

Love is a Deserter (TMFU, T, 3k) Post breakup getting back together fic.

True Hollywood Romance (Lokius, M, 8k) Actors AU, fake dating, Mobius and Loki have a PR relationship that turns real.

It's Been a Bad Day Lately (Lokius, T, 17k) Time loop, Loki has to try to figure out how to defeat a deadly Kang variant and save the man he loves all at once.

FEBRUARY

All for a Taste of the Honey (RWRB, E, 6k) FBI Agents AU, Henry goes undercover as a stripper and Alex has a lot of feelings about that.

MARCH

All Comes Crashing (TMFU, E, 5.6k) Illya has one night left to live and is forced to admit the feelings he's been holding back.

Nova, Baby (RWRB, E, 67k) CIA/MI6 AU, forced to work together by their respective agencies, Alex and Henry take on high-stakes missions and fall in love.

APRIL

Kiss Me Like You Mean It (Firstprince, Napollya, Lokius, T) Various T-rated ficlets featuring kisses.

MAY

All the Old Showstoppers (RWRB, E, 20k) Canon-divergent AU where Alex and Henry compete in the Great Celebrity Bake Off.

The Sky is Open (RWRB, E, 5k) 1970s Pan-Am pilots AU (with a twist!).

Just a Shot Away from You (TMFU, T, 4k) Five times Napoleon and Illya were ordered to kill each other, and one where everyone decides they’ve had enough.

JUNE

Tiny Little Movies (RWRB, various ratings) A drabble collection based on drabble prompts from the Brownstone discord server.

JULY

Always Where I Need To Be (RWRB, T, 5k) Alex's new roommate has a puppy with a penchant for stealing his glasses.

AUGUST

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood (RWRB, E, 20k) Couples Therapy AU, Alex and Henry are workplace enemies and accidentally end up in couples therapy.

Black Moon (TMFU, E, 6k) For All Mankind AU, Napoleon and Illya are astronauts living on moon bases.

That's My Trouble (RWRB, M, 6k) Detective/ME AU, aka 'Rizzoli and Isles AU', Alex shows up bleeding on Henry's doorstop.

Theory and Practice (RWRB, T, 4k) My 100th fic! Grad students AU, former hookups turned enemies to friends to lovers.

Getting Clinical (RWRB, T, 2k) Non-famous AU, Alex and Henry meet at a sexual health clinic.

Cold Light (Lokius, M, 4k) Human AU, Loki and Mobius meet in Norway and their relationship grows under the northern lights.

Step Into My Office, Baby (RWRB, E, 2k) Office AU, friends to lovers, three scenes in a corner office.

The Harrowed and the Haunted (TMFU, T, 3k) Paranormal investigators AU, Napoleon and Illya visit a haunted house.

SEPTEMBER

Will You Brie Mine? (RWRB, T, 6k) Non-famous AU, Henry sells cheese at Harrods Food Halls and Alex is his best customer.

Lessons in Foreign Diplomacy (RWRB, E, 5k) Post-American Revolution AU, Alex and Henry are ambassadors to the court of Versailles from their respective countries.

Something To Be Proud Of (RWRB, M, 3k) Non-famous AU, Alex volunteers at Edinburgh Pride and Henry makes an embarrassing email typo.

Enemies of the Ocean (Lokius, T, 3k) Human AU, Loki and Mobius are stranded at sea on a life raft together.

OCTOBER

Falling Down the Stairs of Your Smile (RWRB, M, 4k) Canon divergence AU, Alex stays another night after the hospital trip and their relationship gets a jump start.

In the Dog Days (RWRB, T, 6k) Modern magic AU, Alex is jealous and suspicious of Henry's shapeshifter boyfriend, David.

NOVEMBER

Taste the Way You Bleed (RWRB, T, 4k) WWDITS AU, the Super Six are all vampires living in the same house, and Alex and Henry still hate each other (until they don't).

DECEMBER

This Hell of a Season (RWRB, E, 21k) currently posting Nova-verse missing scenes and sequels, 3 times Alex & Henry spent Christmas on missions and 1 when they didn't.

[Redacted] (TMFU) My fill for the annual TMFU winter holiday gift exchange.

WHEW. Ok, tagging! @cricketnationrise, @heytheredeann, @mirilyawrites, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @dewdropreader, @celaestis1, @myheartalivewrites, @14carrotghoul, @clottedcreamfudge, @indomitable-love, @dumbpeachjuice, @indestructibleheart, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @inexplicablymine, @sherryvalli, @iboatedhere, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @leaves-of-laurelin, @three-drink-amy, and anyone else who wants to play.

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 23 - Big World

The blue tank engine pulled into the Big Station with his coaches, spotting the Fat Controller standing on the platform. “Ah, Thomas! Thank you for sorting out those vans earlier – I can’t believe they missed those on this morning’s Kipper.” “Not a problem sir!” Thomas said, an idea bubbling in his boiler. Surely he’d be able to convince the Fat Controller that a grand trip around the world was a perfect marketing strategy! Sir Topham Hatt was always looking for new ways to bring tourists to the railway after all.

“I’ve had an idea! How would you like it, sir, if one of your engines could be the very first to go right the way around the world?”

As Thomas prodded the Fat Controller for an affirmation, he didn’t notice a certain Great Western engine at the other platform, listening in closely.

***

Thomas thought he’d made a safe getaway, right up until he heard a pointed cough from behind him. “Well, Thomas, what’re we doing now?” “Duck?!” The Great Western Pannier tank sat in the hold behind the blue tank engine, with a pointed eyebrow raised. “What’re you doing here?!”

Duck coughed pointedly. “I came to stop you. You can’t go galivanting off across the planet! You need to let Carly lift you back onto the dockside this instant!” “Um… Duck…” “What?” “The boat’s moving.”

Duck went a very interesting shade of red, and said nothing for a little while. Then…

“We’re going back as soon as we reach Dakar.”

Duck raised an eyebrow at Thomas as he was rather coldly rejected by Ace. As much as he wanted to go home… or maybe hop on that ship bound for Italy… he knew rather well that if someone didn’t chase after the idiot they called a Number One tank engine, Thomas would inevitably end up down a mine, white water rafting his way towards certain doom.

And once was enough.

“Thomas, how about we just… go to Dar-es-Salaam. We can maybe catch a boat back to Sodor from there.” “No Duck, we’re not going back now! We’re going a trip around the world – or at least, I am. You can go back to boring old Sodor and you’re little forgetful branchline.” Duck hissed crossly. “Forgetful! Says the engine that forgets his passenger trains every day and needs Stanley to pull Annie and Clarabel. At least I remember to do my work, instead of wandering off to freaking Africa!”

Thomas raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Oh? So why’re you here?” “Stopping you from doing something stupid. Again.” In lieu of a reply, Thomas puffed away, asking aloud whether or not it was possible to reach Dar-es-Salaam from Senegal. Duck wondered if Thomas had ever seen a map – there were no railway lines across the Sahara! And yet, the blue tank engine seemed to believe that if he just asked loudly enough, some random shunter would couple them up to a line of trucks and send them across the continent!

“Dar-es-Salaam? Are you going to Dar-es-Salaam?” Duck looked over, and saw several trucks all beam at the tank engine. “Oh no… oh no, Thomas—” “We’ve been waiting for you!” The trucks were hooked up to Thomas by a little shunter with side tanks and a stove pipe funnel. Duck watched on with interest. These trucks didn’t seem like the ones on Sodor.

“So you are the new engine?” asked the foreman, striding over from his office. “Well… I…” “We, are the new engines – sir,” Duck interjected. “But only for this run. We’re being transferred down to Dar-es-Salaam, so the railway thought it best we take the trucks with us.” “Two of you?” he asked slowly. “You are both so small though!” “Little engines can—” Duck cut off Thomas again.

“We are small, sir. But I’ve got plenty of water, and Thomas here is full of plenty of hot air.” “Hot air?!” “Oh! Like steam,” said the foreman. “It is… one of your…” “English jokes, sir,” Duck replied sweetly. Thomas went red in the face, and let out a great cloud of steam. Duck just sidled away to couple on behind.

***

The two quickly discovered just why the foreman had been so sceptical. They had been put on a slow pick-up goods, being halted at nearly every station between Dakar and Abuja to pick up and put down trucks. Thomas continued to watch in shock as five trucks became eight, then thirteen, then thirty!

Duck quietly uncoupled when the last lot were shunted onto the back of the train, and sidled up alongside.

“We’ll not make it across the rest of the continent with just the two of us.” “Yes we will!” spluttered Thomas. “I don’t even need you back there! All you’re doing is slowing me down!” Duck rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll find a brakevan for you, and you can continue alone.” “A brakevan? We haven’t needed one yet! The land is flat, Duck – the trucks can’t roll away!” Duck rolled his eyes. Every wise engine knows that brakevans aren’t just for runaway trains.

Nonetheless, Thomas did wait for the Great Western Pannier to find a brakevan, before heaving and groaning loudly as he tried his best to drag the heavy train away. Duck’s driver just shook his head in disbelief.

“First I let you talk me into this, then I let you talk me into not helping that struggling fool – I’m so losing my job.”

To his credit, Thomas did make it to the next shunting yard – but there, a large orange tank engine shunted ten more wagons onto the back of his train. Thomas winced as he felt them being coupled up.

“Um…” “Your face!” cackled the orange engine joyfully. “You really shouldn’t look so surprised – there are always a lot of trucks for Dar-es-Salaam, you know,” she added. Duck chuckled. “Oh, he knows,” he said with a smirk. “He’s just stubborn.” “I don’t need any help!” “See?” Thomas hissed steam at Duck, who puffed backwards to avoid it. “Well, I can help you,” offered the orange engine. Thomas glared. “No! I just said I don’t need your help - just watch me! I can do this… by myself!” The orange engine looked rather hurt. Duck sighed.

“Come on, he’ll wind up in a mess in a moment, and then he’ll change his tune. He always does.”

And Duck was – inevitably – right.

The orange engine’s name was Nia. And having saved Thomas from derailing (and then horrifying Duck by suddenly rushing backwards down a hill), she was easily accepted by the Pannier into the little group. Thomas, meanwhile, just sniffed.

“Couple up while you can,” Duck advised. “He’s a loose cannon, this one – he’ll have run off on you in a puff if could. Trust me.” Nia took the Pannier tank’s advice, and the pair helped push the heavy train up the rest of the hill – and then along the beautiful scenery of the Sahel region. Duck was enamoured with everything.

“I’ve always wanted to sail away and see the world,” he admitted to Nia quietly. “Just… to see what it’s like for myself.” “Oh, me too!” grinned Nia. “There’s one place I’ve heard of in China, called the Rainbow Mountains.” “Wow…” murmured Duck. “That would be incredible to see… Personally, I’ve always wanted to see Greece, or Italy. They say the views over the ocean are some of the best in the world.” The two smiled – perhaps, their journey wouldn’t be so bad after all…

And then Thomas spoke up.

“Will you two shut up! I’m going to be the first engine to travel around the world!” “Circumnavigate is the right word,” muttered Duck. “Well, you’ll need our help to get to Dar-es-Salaam at least,” smirked Nia. “Cause it’s 5000 miles away.”

Thomas spluttered and coughed for several minutes. “5000 miles?!” “Well, at least the trucks will help you,” hummed Nia. “Trucks? Helpful?! When pigs fly!” “The trucks back on the Great Western used to be helpful,” said Duck. “But that was because they knew the importance of being really useful.”

Thomas just rolled his eyes, and let the pair – and their ‘useful trucks’ start a sing-along.

***

Duck chuckled as he and Nia greeted Kwaku warmly. Behind them, Thomas tried to butt in and ask about Ace – but instead, Duck decided to indulge in the local greeting himself. “And how are you, Kwaku? How are your wheels, how is your boiler, how are your pistons? Have the tracks been taking you where you wish to run, and have the other engines been good to you?” Kwaku beamed.

“Now you! You understand the importance of knowing your fellow engines.” Duck chuckled. “Oh thank you. It’s similar to a greeting we had back on the Great Western – though, we just liked to ask: has all been well with you and your shedmates?” Kwaku and Nia both looked intrigued; Thomas blew his whistle loudly to get their attention.

“Excuse me! Have you seen a yellow rally car named Ace?!” “So rude!” sniffed Duck. “Interrupting a conversation like that.” Nia and Kwaku agreed. “Most disrespectful,” muttered Nia. “His designer would be ashamed,” agreed Kwaku. “Ashamed of every insult he makes against both his class and his home.” Duck sighed.

“Our railway is normally much nicer than the blue puffball makes out – he’s normally too. But recently… he’s been foisting off his duties on other engines so he can go galivanting off to my branchline to mess with the little engines.” “Little engines?” asked Nia. “They cannot be much smaller than Thomas, right?” Duck laughed; Thomas glowered.

***

Amazingly enough, Nia joined the pair on their next ship – this one bound for Rio de Janeiro. “Hopefully we’ll catch up with Ace there…” murmured Thomas. Duck grimaced. “I don’t like this Ace,” he said. “He seems like a bad influence. If such a car had come round Paddington…” “Then he’d have been the most interesting vehicle there,” snapped Thomas. Duck glared. “How dare you—” “I didn’t want to bring you, Montague. I wanted to be the first, I wanted to see the world! But you just had to come and ruin it.” Duck went silent, and both he and Nia went unhappily to sleep.

Pulling coffee from Rio de Janeiro in Brazil to San Francisco in the USA was yet another job that seemed impossible. “There can’t be a railway line through the Darien Gap!” huffed Duck. “It’s impossible! Not even the road goes through there.” And yet, they were loaded up with coal and water and shown the entrance to the Pan-American railway (which Duck had rather… mixed feelings about).

Nia, on the other hand, was excited!

“We’re going to be able to see monkeys, and panthers, and—” “Snakes.” “Thomas, seriously? Snakes? Are you just wanting to frighten poor Nia?” Thomas didn’t reply, just chortled up front.

It took all three engines several moments to heave the heavy train into motion. Most of the train was made of covered vans filled with sacks of coffee, however a couple flatbeds had been coupled up between Thomas and Duck, to hold the coffee beans that didn’t fit into the vans.

With Thomas in front, it wasn’t long until both Duck and Nia grew bored. The blue tank engine was off in his own world again, fantasising about racing Ace. “Hey, look!” exclaimed Nia excitedly. “It’s a toucan!” Duck gazed over and gasped in amazement. “I’ve never seen a toucan before!” he said. “Oh, I wish I had a camera.” “My fireman has one!” Nia replied. Her fireman leaned out of the cab to photograph the toucan; and then he was taking photos of the parrots, of the capybaras, of monkeys and even a panther that stalked by the lineside.

“How incredible!” murmured Duck. “The scenery here is just…” He and Nia both gazed up at the tall trees that swayed in the breeze above them, practically dripping with vines and vibrant flowers in almost every colour of the rainbow. There were also hundreds of insects, and it wasn’t long before all three crews were putting up fly nets.

They’d just started off again when a certain blue pain-in-Duck’s-bunker spotted his new best friend Ace, and they were speeding off suddenly without stopping for water.

***

Once again, it was Nia who saved them, when Thomas ran dry, and they almost had to dump his fire. Had their crews not used the giant leaves from some nearby shrubs to create water funnels for all three engines – which was Nia’s idea – then he may have had to have his fire dumped.

Rain fell hard in the Amazon jungle – though Duck wasn’t quite sure where they were. “Perhaps we’re nearly in Colombia?” suggested Nia. “It is getting warmer.” “We might even be on the equator right now!” exclaimed Duck excitedly. “No we’re not!” snorted Thomas. “If we were on the equator, we’d see a big dotted line!” “Thomas, you dim-witted blue puffball! That’s a marking on a map, not a real thing!” spluttered Duck.

Thomas sniffed. “Oh please! You just want to stare at the trees. We need to get moving to get Ace to his next rally!” Ah, yes. Ace. They’d found him upside down on the side of the line some miles back, and already Duck wanted to shove him back into the undergrowth.

“You tell him Thomas!” cheered Ace. “We’ve gotta go fast – there’s no time for this sightseeing. I might be out of this race, but I can still make it to North America – continent number three!” “We have coffee to deliver,” Duck reminded sternly. “Which means we’re going to San Francisco. Unless your race starts from there, you’re out of luck. It’s a miracle we’re even helping you in the first place! It’s not the Great Western—” “Oh shut up!” groaned Thomas. “Don’t you have anything else to justify your ridiculous rants, Duck? Great Western this, Great Western that – the Great Western Railway is gone!”

Duck didn’t reply – instead, he went silent, and just glared at Thomas’ bunker.

Which was of course the exact moment that the tracks began to sink into the mud and ooze beneath them.

Both Nia and Duck were all too happy to split the train and ‘race’ through Mexico and Arizona. The two took one track (and the majority of the trucks), while Thomas got Ace, the flatbeds, two vans and the brakevan.

“On your marks!” called Ace. “Get set! Go!”

And with that, the three were thundering along, Nia and Duck working in tandem to draw ahead of the blue tank engine. “This is better!” cheered Duck. “No Thomas, no Ace, no worries!” “You shouldn’t talk about your friend like that,” Nia huffed. “Friend?!” spluttered Duck with a laugh. “Please! You heard him – we’ve never been friends, Nia. Mister Number One doesn’t like me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. At least with him gone, we can finally go see those Rainbow Mountains you were talking about, instead of being dragged after the Blue Puffball.”

“Why do you call him that?” quizzed Nia. Duck laughed. “Oh, it’s a nickname a diesel with a giant claw gave him a while back,” he said offhandedly. Nia gaped at Duck in shock. “What?!” “Ah, now this is a fun story…”

And so, even though they were still racing Thomas through the Arizonan desert, Duck and Nia took the time to share stories about their home railways, as well as marvel at the sublime scenery that surrounded them, including the Grand Canyon itself.

***

Thomas didn’t come. He had ditched them to play ‘rally car’ with Ace. So, Duck and Nia didn’t wait. Instead, the pair boarded the next ship bound for China, excited to go and see the famous Rainbow Mountains in China. They were located at the Zhangye National Park in the north of the country, so the pair had plenty of time to see some of the other wonders of the ancient nation on their way, from the bustling city of Shanghai to the Grand Canal to Jiuzhai Valley National Park. It was gorgeous!

Better yet, they met Yong Bao on their way. Duck had previously met the gentle giant back when Britain had hosted the Great Railway Show, and the Chinese engine had spent some time at the Big Station helping out Henry, Murdoch and Hiro on the heavy goods trains.

“The Rainbow Mountains are beautiful this time of year,” Yong Bao grinned. “It is such an honour to be able to share them with you. Thank you both for finding the time to come all this way to see our sights.” “I’ve always wanted to see the world,” said Duck with a smile. “I remember once talking to Percy about it back on Sodor, during a regatta. He said it was impossible because engines can’t float…” “Really?” hummed Nia. “I used to stare at the sunset and wonder what the world looked like!” “Me too!”

Yong Bao chuckled.

“Well, we can go see the Rainbow Mountains together – and then is there anywhere else you want to go?” “Italy,” Nia replied. Duck’s eyes widened. “You said you wanted to go there, right?” “I… you remembered?” “Of course I did! We’re friends,” said Nia. “And you remembered that I wanted to come here.” Duck beamed. “Oh yes!” Yong Bao chuckled at the pair. “Come on, we had best get moving – you need to see the Rainbow Mountains, then head towards the Himalayas so you can start on your journey to Italy.” Yong Bao coupled the pair up to a passenger train he was pulling in that direction, and the three set off.

“I… I don’t have many friends,” Duck admitted quietly to Nia after a few minutes. “Most of the other engines think I’m a bit… too uptight.” “Being proud of your work and heritage is important,” said Nia. “You should not be ashamed of it. You just prefer to get all your jobs finished before relaxing – it is honourable.” “Agreed,” chimed in Yong Bao. “You have a friend in me, Duck.” Duck smiled a watery smile – he felt close to tears.

“Thank you. Thank you both.”

Yong Bao left them at the base of the ‘railway through the clouds’, and the two continued onwards up the highest railway in the world on their own. It wasn’t easy going. The lack of oxygen made their fires burn cooler, and each puff was a pant – but still they kept on going, spurred on by the scenery that they were seeing. They could see the Himalayas stretched out in front of them, the roof of the world covered in ice and snow.

Both engines talked in hushed voices, both so not to disturb the animals dozing by the line in certain areas – and to not trigger a landslide in others.

That was when they heard a loud, shrill whistle. Duck and Nia both looked back – there was Thomas, speeding up the side of the mountain and whistling fit to burst, calling out their names. Both of them sped up, eyes turned upwards. They were wary of triggering an avalanche.

A tunnel loomed ahead. Nia and Duck puffed in just as there was a deep, dangerous rumble above them. The two slammed on their brakes as a giant avalanche came roaring down the mountainside. The whistles cut out – then started again, only this time alarmed.

“Help! Help!” Duck’s eyes were wide. “Come on, we have to rescue him!” he exclaimed. The two raced back out the tunnel, to find snow everywhere. They charged down the line, and found Thomas off the rails near a sharp bend. He was tilting over the edge of a cliff face, his front buffers hanging over nothing.

“You secure him,” Duck said to Nia. “I’m going to find help further down the mountain.” “Got it. But hurry!” Chains were secured between Thomas and Nia, while Duck sprinted back down the mountain.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said after a moment. “I was stupid to listen to Ace – he just seemed so cool… and it made me lose sight of who my real friends were.” “I think,” said Nia, “that you need to save your apology for Duck.”

The two sat there for several moments – and then Nia felt herself slipping. Snow was shifting under Thomas, dragging him further over the cliff edge. Nia strained against the weight of the blue tank engine – but it was a losing battle. Just as she felt her trailing wheels lift up off the rails however, Yong Bao and Duck steamed up behind her, buffering up and pushing forwards with all their might!

“Yong Bao!” cheered Nia. “Duck, you found him!” “I heard the avalanche and came right away,” Yong Bao replied. “Whoever was dumb enough to whistle so loudly in an avalanche zone put everyone in danger.”

Thomas blushed, and looked at his buffers in disgrace. “I… I’m sorry Duck,” he said eventually. “I shouldn’t have been so mean. I… I don’t know why you’ve put up with me so far.” “Well, it wouldn’t be very good if you went and rolled down a mountainside,” smirked Duck. “It’s just not the Great Western Way.”

Yong Bao smiled, listening to Duck’s roundabout forgiveness of his friend.

“Here, I will guide you the rest of the way,” he offered. “It is safer.” “Thank you,” said Duck. “We’d really appreciate that. And… maybe our drivers could exchange email addresses?” “Sounds wonderful,” grinned Yong Bao.

***

There was just one last place to go before returning to Sodor.

Duck gasped in astonishment, gazing out over the city of Venice. Thomas and Nia sat on either side of the Pannier tank, all three staring out across the lagoon to where the ancient island city lay, great buildings made of limestone rising up out of the sea.

“It’s incredible,” Duck managed to say, tears in his eyes. He’d actually fulfilled his dream. “I… I never thought I’d ever come here.” “And I never thought I’d leave Africa,” Nia added. “But I got to see the Rainbow Mountains.” “And I never thought I’d leave the yard,” Thomas finished. “But I got to see the world, and I’m glad I got to see it with you both.” “Thank you,” murmured Duck. “It… wasn’t too bad seeing the world with you either.”

They still had a long way to go to get back home to Sodor – a route filled with gorgeous scenery, incredible cities and a trip through the Channel Tunnel – but they weren’t in a hurry. Perhaps there was something to leaving for a little while to see the world, mused Duck.

And as the sun set over the water, the three friends stood on the pier and let the world pass them by, content to spend time together.

Back to Master Post

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader,4.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the fourth chapter, everyone :)

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My goodness, when marine ships are annoying, THEY ARE ANNOYING!

Jimbei is swimming to the ships hidden in the smoke as they started shooting at us, buggy the only one freaking out as we got closer.

But, thanks to Jimbei, we avoided the bombs, Jimbie dodging as they were trying to shoot at him, as a serious look still embedded crocodile and Mister One's face, as I stood up straight.

Jimbei would launch us four onto the deck as we readied ourselves.

Jimbei stopped us, Buggy thinking he left as he ran around, yelling traitor repeatedly as I knew precisely where Jimbei was going.

After about five minutes, a gigantic gator launched us up on the Raft, and we all quickly landed on one of the marine decks, buggy slamming into the floor as Mister One caught me, setting me down gently.

All of the marines pointed their gun at us, and as Crocodile and Mister One launched up in the air, I bolted forward at a fast speed, as we began attacking.

Their bullets didn't affect me, as they were just regular bullets. I kicked a guy in the back, ducking and punching someone in the gut before grabbing another person's fist, twisting it, and breaking it before throwing him off the ship.

Seeing a sword attached to him, I grabbed it, as more ahead kept shooting at me, surprised that the bullets deflected off my skin.

Looking at them blankly, I bolted, my knees hitting the floor as I slid, slicing a person's legs before clashing swords with a marine, pushing him off as he stumbled as I slit his throat, ducking a punch as I crawled between his legs, my foot kicking his but as he launched forwards.

As more approached, I tripped all three with my leg, as Crocodile picked them up with his sand, throwing the three overboard.

Both of us turned as more marines ran to us. As we looked at each other, bolting to them as we pulled off insane combines, He lifted some in the air and disintegrated them, while I just scattered them like flights, as I was like a female lioness striking her prey.

But, as we just kept getting surrounded, Jimbei sent another blast as he went on the ship again, causing a mass amount of explosion to rise, as a shit tone of marines scattered everywhere, everyone except us growing nervous and scared when looking at him. I smirked, looking to the marines, as my clothes blew in the sea wind. "Sorry about my friends, boys...but...we are going to use this ship.." My words freaked them as we all attacked the remaining marines again, and Jimbei quickly destroyed the other ships surrounding us.

Out of breath, we all stopped, as Buggy still in the floorboards, as I knelt to him, my head tilting. "Is he dead?" Mister One and Crocodile shook their heads behind me. "He's just weak..." Nodding, I pulled him out of the wood, as Luffy and the other criminals, even Ivanka and friends, made it to the ship we Hijacked, I smiled brightly, glad that he made it safe.

Ivanka was about to land on Crocodile and Mister One, as their eyes widened quickly, hopping out of the way as she returned to standard size, as prisoners hopped off her head.

Soon enough, we all made it; we thought we did as more marine ships blocked the entrance, and a large door was in front of us all. "OH MY JEEZ, WE CAN'T OPEN IT!!" Mister Three yelled; Luffy and Buggy beside him were shocked, and Buggy got angry and grabbed Jimbeis's dress. "WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO, YOU SHARK?!"

"Sail through it." "WHAT?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! THIS IS A DISASTER! HOW CAN YOU BE SO RELAXED! EVEN YOU THREE!!" His head whipped to me, Crocodile, and Mister One, the three of us just shrugging. "PSYCHOS!!" He snapped, me giggling before more of the ships fired at us, me, Crocodile, Luffy, and Mister One getting rid of them quickly as the others tried to figure out how to open the door.

I threw cannonballs back, my strength causing the ship to sink with one hit, my face blank as some prisoners came up from behind me. "HOW ARE YOU SO CALM?!"

With much dodging and firing back, the gate soon opened, and our eyes widened with shock.

I felt that something wasn't right, and as I looked around for Bon-chan, who wasn't there, my eyes widened.

Oh no...

Luffy was also looking for him as a snail rung; as he picked it up, Bon-chan was on the other line, giving his life to us so we could save others.

This struck my heart, as his sad words sounded to Luffy, made the atmosphere sadder, as me, Crocodile, and Mister One stayed silent for respect, while others like Luffy, Mister Three, and the criminals were crying.

My fist clenched, angered that Bon-clay stayed behind, as I looked away, my teeth gritting as Crocodile noticed, himself looking at me as I tried to keep my composure.

His sacrifice won't be in vain, as we all are going to save Ace and get the hell out of this situation.

As we escaped, things started to calm down, as everyone was eating and drinking except me. I was sitting with him in the front of the Navy ship as I turned to his intense gaze on the horizon. "Luffy." He turned to me as I smiled gently. "We'll get your brother back...Bon-chans's sacrifice won't be in vain...he will be remembered in our hearts..." Your words made Luffy look down as his fists clenched. "I wish I could have done something; there had to be another way; there is always another way..." I frowned. "Sometimes there aren't other ways...fate has a path of twists and turns, some fortunes ending on one final push...a push that might not be what we expected. I know we just met today, Luffy-san, but I have a strong feeling to tell you this...Before I came here...I lived in a land where devil fruits didn't exist, people were born as monsters, or humans with or without powers." His eyes widened. "R-Really? So how do pirates survive?!" I sighed at his question. "Pirates don't exist where I'm from either...because now I'm finally understanding, I'm not from this world...before I came here..I was battling a monster that could teleport things to many dangerous places. When I fought this monster, our clash was so hard that he could teleport me here...to a different world, and now, I have no way back to where I came from." His brows furrowed slightly as he turned to face me. "So you're stuck here?" I nodded. "I arrived right beside your brother, chained, thinking I was going to die, but you came to Luffy and gave me a second chance, as we both know my fate of not being in my own world may be the only path the universe chose me to be. Yes, I was scared, and I wanted to protect the people at my home...but in reality, we don't usually get what we want...." I tugged his heartstrings with my story as he looked to the floor, a question running through his mind. "Ivonka, earlier today, said you were hairless..is that true?" Surprised by his question, I sighed, bringing a hand to my wig as I pulled it off, revealing my bald head to him.

His eyes widened, not believing it, as his heart broke. "W-Where did your hair go?" I was silent for a moment, Crocodile listening in above and out of sight, as he was intrigued about how I was bald, as his eyes pierced down at me from the perch he was sitting in. "I...when I was little, I was diagnosed with a terrible Illness...called Luekimia...it's a type of Cancer.." His heart broke, as he knew what cancer was, as he felt terrible for asking that question, as your answer Affected crocodile, a feeling of remorse for you tugged his heart. 'She had cancer..huh..?' He thought, eyeing me below as I continued to talk to Luffy. "One day, during my treatment period...a monster smashed through my hospital wall, almost killing me.." His eyes widened. "T-That's terrible! Did you get hit?!"I shook my head, a smile plastering my face. "A man I respect with all my heart saved me that day, a hero...a powerful man who defeated the monster before my eyes. He is the reason I am still alive today."Luffy smiled. "Really?! What was his name?!" I looked at the sea in front of me. "Saitama...or as he is known as One Punch Man...my adoptive father." "SUEGEE!" Luffy has stars in his eyes. "Why was he called One Punch man?! Can he only punch things once?!" I chuckled. "No, but the weaker monsters he kills in one punch, which is why he got his name, but the day he saw me in the hospital bed, wired to monitors...he saw a hero in me...and he gave me his powers." Luffy paused as Crocodile's eyes widened with surprise above. "W-Wait, you mean he gave you his power?! How is that possible but so cool at the same time?!" I giggled more from his reaction as I shrugged. "I don't know myself...but without him giving me his powers.I would be dead..." He chuckled. "Well, I'm happy he did, and I'm glad you survived the sickness, Y/n! You're a strong person, and you'd fit right into this world, even if it's too crazy for your liking!" I leaned back on my elbows. "Oh..well, I don't think this world is crazy; it's exciting. I wonder what else is out here; I don't know if I ever wanna go back, to be honest."Luffy did his signature chuckle as he laid back with you. "Well, if you decide to stay, do you wanna Join my crew?" My eyes widened. "Your crew? What crew?" He chuckled. "It's a long story, but my crew mates are scattered at the moment, but I promise, when we unite with them again, they are going to love you, and they are strong and powerful, too; you'll fit right in!" I shook my head with a smile. "Luffy, I'm honored, but I'd have to think about that, OK? Besides, we need to focus on saving your brother.

He smiled and nodded. "Right!" Sighing, I felt eyes on me as I was lying down, looking up to see Crocodile looking at me as he was sitting on a cannon beside Jimbei.

Excusing myself from Luffy, I walked to him as I put my wig back on. "So your bald, huh..?" I sigh. "You heard, huh?" He smirked. "Almost all of it; why hide your head when you already showed it?" I looked down. "I see my baldness as a curse, as a way of telling me how weak I was..." Crocodile hummed in response. "Is that so? You didn't look weak when kicking the Marines in shape." I chuckled, sitting on the Cannon with him. "Thanks, but I may fight strongly but still feel emotionally weak." He glared at me. "Why? Because of having no hair? That's a stupid reason to feel weak. Will you let your past sickness get the best of your true self? Look at everyone on this ship; we have queers, bald men, fat men, and a damn shark. Do we all look insecure about who we are?" I giggled. "No...No...your right.." He smirked. "Then listen to this..that Bald head doesn't change who you are...it's just a matter of looks, the personality that makes a person a human. Remember that." My heart beats from his words as his hand took off the wig gently, soon patting the Naked skin on my head. I smiled up at him. "Thank you..that really means a lot." he turned away, a secret blush lining his face. "You're welcome..."

“You said you were a warlord..what happened?” He stayed silent for a moment, his head still turned away from me. “lost it, one because of Teach, second the rubber brat kicked my ass. Was doing something that I felt proud of, but knew that it was wrong, and now I looked back on it, it was a stupid idea.” I listened, my focus making the silence rise, as he turned to me again. “Let’s say that I was a shitty warlord, and wanna make up for my mistakes. Regain my title.” Feeling terrible from his words, I looked to the ground. “Wow. That’s a lot. But, if those things you did then, and you have true regret, I still think Vivi, whoever she is will forgive you, even if she doesn’t, I think you have room to change and change can be challenging, trust me I know. I don’t think your a crappy person, your actions yes may have been crappy, but that’s just a lesson to not be to proud or greedy of yourself, because too much greed can lead your life upside down.” Your words made him think as he glared at you, as you were right about it. As he was being too greedy with wanting power, I mean isn’t every one? As a couple of seconds of silence rose, you heard him sigh. “Upside down huh..? Is this your way to cheer me up?” I shrug. “Is it working?” “kinda, but I will think of your words wisely, so I won’t screw up next time, who knows if your brave enough to stick around, you can teach me not to be a greedy dick bag huh?” I giggled from his words, as I smiled, looking up at him as the sunlight shines behind us, as he offered me his hand, and I easily shook it with my rather tiny-yet plump ones. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Crocodile-San”

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Author: a bit short today since I have errands and a life to get back together, so decided to do a little bit of revealing yourself to the others. I hope you enjoyed, see you in the next one.

[azcanyonrafting]

Rapids Classification

How To Choose The Perfect Rapids For Your Skill Level

The International Scale of River Difficulty (ISRD) rates Class I through VI rapids. Class III rapids are suitable for intermediates with some experience in white water rafting.

To have a good time while whitewater rafting, you must choose rapids matching your skill level. This means understanding how rapid classes work and knowing what to expect at each level.

Advantage Grand Canyon are experts in this field. Our guide is here to help you navigate various classes of rapids and find a suitable adventure in the Grand Canyon.

Classes of Rapids: The International Scale of River Difficulty

For a rafter, each stretch of river represents varying levels of challenge depending on their skills and experience. However, knowing this system ensures they select waters proportionate to their ability and safety measures throughout the journey while making it enjoyable.

Class I Rapids (Beginner)

Beginners or those who have never experienced whitewater should start with class one rivers such as the Badger Creek Rapid in the Grand Canyon.

Due to their smoothness, these rapids are very gentle and can be manipulated by anyone, even without basic skills. Hence, they offer great opportunities to appreciate scenic beauty without encountering difficulties like capsizing.

Class II Rapids (Novice)

Class II rapids might require more maneuverability but are still mild enough for novices and families looking for easy thrills. With just simple rafting skills and wearing life jackets alone, one may quickly navigate through them since they only involve minor splashing, which makes one feel less crowded. Thus, they are ideal places for kids accompanied by families.

Temperatures can be controlled during early spring or summer when sea levels rise. House Rock Rapid is one of the top Class II rapids with small waves and minor obstacles, providing more excitement while still being accessible for less experienced rafters.

Class III Rapids (Intermediate)

Class III Rapids offer moderate waves requiring maneuvering through narrow passages during Dead River trips, where helmets must be worn due to some moderately steep drops and small waves that demand teamwork and quick thinking, leading to fun challenges.

The turbulent drops of the Dead River and the dynamic current in Kennebec’s Penobscot River, which can be described as the fast river flow of Class III rapids, still offer its riders quite a challenge. More physical strength and thrilling emotions can be achieved when you choose rafting trips in adventure sports where people are involved in rafts and pass through different rapid river turns.

If you want to have a lot of fun and be tired while rowing on Class III rapids, then this is what you need. Select the right difficulty level for yourself, take all necessary measures before starting your journey, and rest assured that it will be one excellent whitewater rafting experience.

Hance Rapid is another great intermediate rapid with chaotic waves and tight spaces. It provides a moderate test requiring adept maneuvering skills; intermediate paddlers looking for excitement should consider Granite Rapid.

Class IV Rapids (Advanced)

Class IV rapids are suitable for advanced and intermediate rafters. The river has high power but predictability regarding wave sizes, thus demanding more accurate boat handling techniques than any other category. Large yet unproven waves require narrow passes, so quick moves must be made by experienced guides who can recognize them easily. Otherwise, damages may occur since rescue becomes extremely difficult due to the conditions presented here.

For intermediate rafters, these advanced rapids are exciting because they push their abilities without being too dangerous like expert-level rapids would do; strong currents coupled with powerful waves occasionally dropping down call for confident spokesmanship as well precise steering ability from behind paddles that, even though not extreme compared with class five require good familiarity with white-water courses together fast reflexes if one wants negotiate safely through complex choppy sections which characterize these parts most liked by those having some knowledge about this sport but not enough experience.

Lava Falls and Hermit Rapid in the Grand Canyon provide perfect challenges for skilled kayakers who enjoy steep gradients combined with large waves and turbulence.

Class V Rapids (Expert)

Class V rapids are long, violent, known as challenging rapids, and have hard-to-maneuver features. They represent the ultimate challenge in whitewater rafting. Highly turbulent waters, large and irregular waves, powerful and unpredictable currents, and steep drops over rocks are just a few characteristics that make Class V rapids so dangerous.

To paddle through Class V rapids, one needs to be skilled at paddling, have quick reflexes, and be able to make decisions under pressure. Only those experienced enough should attempt paddling through them because they can easily get injured or their boat may capsize if they do not wear the right gear to protect against such risks.

This is why we at Advantage Grand Canyon recommend only trained experts to undertake this activity, as it requires more demanding fitness levels along longer routes than any other category does; however, most people prefer taking up courses where necessary skills like appropriate equipment knowledge as well rescue techniques would greatly help ensure safety while attempting various challenging parts found within higher sections meant for expert-level rafters.

Crystal Rapid is one of the most complex and dangerous rapids on the Colorado River in Grand Canyon National Park. It is a class five rapid, which means that you must have advanced paddling skills to navigate down this section successfully. Otherwise, things might turn out differently from what had been planned since several huge waves could quickly sweep away even an experienced rafter like yourself.

Class VI Rapids (Extreme)

Whitewater rapids are classified from class I to class VI. Class VI rapids are the most complex and dangerous rapids to be attempted in a raft. They are considered almost impossible to navigate because they are unpredictable and have many hazards.

These kinds of rapids have big and standing waves created by powerful currents and often steep drops – sometimes over rocks or other obstacles like undercurrents which may flip rafts or suck them underwater for long periods. Rafters need extensive experience before attempting this level; depending on the conditions, it may still be too risky.

In rapid classification, classifying one as class six means it is highly hazardous and usually does not run during normal circumstances, requiring extraordinary expertise, precise steering, and carefulness. Most experts agree that professionals who have mastered all aspects of river running safety skills should only attempt anything higher than Class V, including rescue techniques.

Choosing The Right Whitewater Rafting Adventure

Several considerations besides whitewater classification should be made before selecting a whitewater rafting adventure to ensure your safety and enjoyment throughout the rafting trip. First, evaluate your experience level; beginners should start on manageable sections with gentle currents where they can learn basic paddling strokes without much risk.

Class I and II rapids provide an environment suitable for families with young children or people who wish to relax while being introduced to this sport. Secondarily, if you are looking forward to more thrilling experiences, go for those rivers with moderate complexity levels, such as III, which require advanced skills like reading water correctly, among others.

If you’re an intermediate rafter interested in testing yourself against serious rapids, then Class IV should be right up your alley. Such rivers demand strong paddle work combined with fast reflexes since you will encounter turbulent stretches where navigation becomes tricky due to numerous obstacles like holes and rocks.

Honesty is vital when choosing the appropriate rafting trip for yourself or your group.

Grade IV represents a substantial step up from many different classes in terms of difficulty, so one should have adequate skills before attempting such sections. If you are unsure about your capability, go for less challenging whitewater that matches your abilities. Otherwise, there might arise a need for rescue operations, which could put others at risk, too.

Location and scenery are other critical factors in choosing the proper whitewater rafting adventure. For example, different rivers offer landscapes ranging from lush forests to scenic canyons or even rugged mountains; therefore, researching different destinations will help you find a place that satisfies the desire for natural beauty and the thrill-seeking spirit within.

Final Words

In conclusion, choosing the proper whitewater rafting adventure involves carefully assessing your skill level, desired location, river trip length, and needed guidance. Considering these factors and the rapid classification from above, you can select a rafting experience that matches your abilities and preferences, ensuring a thrilling and safe adventure on the water.

Contact Advantage Grand Canyon today to search for rafting trips from all the top 15 outfitters in one place and book your next Grand Canyon rafting trip!

[itzsephig5]

3.14 (B Me)

My Masterlist

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Intro - Age of Ultron 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 1.9 1.10 1.11 1.12 Intro - Civil War 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.3.5 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 Intro - B Me 3.0 3.1 3.2 3.3 3.4 3.5 3.6 3.7 3.8 3.9 3.10 3.11 3.12 Updated Character Info 3.13 3.15 3.16 3.17 3.18 3.19 3.20 Final Character Info

Wanda's POV:

"Are you guys sure that this is what we should do?" Pietro asked me. I nodded my head. "They're too close. We either do this intentionally or we risk getting caught off guard. I'd rather someone be here to watch Samantha and Maeve then all three of us being out and them getting all of us." I explained. "I know we have people to watch the twins when all three of us are out but just tonight, it'll be Y/n and I." I explained to him. "You know they're going to take you back to New York, right? Like that's the only place other than the Raft that they can hold the three of us." He said. "Y/n is making sure that she has her bracelet so she can send you a signal to come and get us. We'll have to stay there for a few days, but you'll come and get us." I tell him. "Who am I leaving the twins with then when I come and get you guys?" Pietro questions. I think about it for a moment. "I think Y/n said that she convinced Laura to let Cooper come visit for a week, so he should be flying in tonight. Just go pick him up from the airport." I tell him. "The twins are down for their nap." Y/n says as she walks over to where Pietro and I are standing. "Cooper's coming for a week?" Pietro asked her. Y/n nodded her head at that. "I told him what we were doing, and he offered to come down and help you out. He told me he should be at the airport at like seven, so you have to pick him up." She tells him. "How'd you get Laura to agree to that?" Pietro asked. Y/n laughed at that. "Easy. I just said that Sam and Mae were asking for him and mom caved in." She says. "That's one way to do it." I comment. "It makes everything easier. Plus, I figured you could use the help since we don't know how long we'll be in New York for." Y/n explains. "What did you tell the girls?" I asked her. I watched as Y/n sighed. "I just told them that we were going on a trip for a few days and that Uncle Pietro was going to watch them and Uncle Cooper was going to be here soon to help out." Y/n says. "Just be safe you two." Pietro says. "We will, don't worry."

Y/n's POV:

I teleported Wanda and I into the warehouse at the dock. "They're on the outside." I whispered. I see Wanda nod her head. "Let's just act like we normally do when we visit." Wanda whispered back. "Got it." I say before pulling out my phone. "It seems like everything is on track for delivery." I say in a normal tone while scrolling through my phone. "In a few hours, right?" Wanda asked me. I nodded at that. "Yeah. We should get to see it soon." Wanda and I kept talking back and forth before I heard movement coming towards us. I let out a whistle to let Wanda know that they were closing in on us. I grabbed my mask and put it on my face. I walked over to stand next to Wanda, who was wearing her own mask. "Ready for the chaos?" She asked me. "Of course." I say. "They're over here!" I can hear Sam call out. I then see Sam, Steve, Natasha and Yelena standing about ten feet from where Wanda and I were standing. "Stand down!" Steve yells at us. I just smirked from behind my mask before waving my hand, letting fire cover the space between us. The four of them look in shock before running around the flames towards Wanda and I. We fought back and forth with them for a while before I went and stood back with Wanda. "Now." Wanda says. I nodded my head as we grabbed each other's hand. We then both raised our free hand and used our telekinesis to knock over a box in front of the group. The mix of the red and orange power making it look very intense. It didn't take long for them to get around. I knew us doing that immediately gave us away. "Y/n? Wanda?" I hear Natasha ask us; her voice laced with shock. I took off my mask and looked directly at the four of them. "Suprise." I taunted. Wanda took off her mask. "I'm surprised it took you guys this long to figure it out." Wanda comments. "What happened to you guys?" I hear Sam ask us. I just shrugged in response. No one moved or said anything for what seemed like forever. Steve and Natasha walked over to Wanda and I. I felt cold metal on my skin and looked up to see Natasha in front of me. She had placed a power suppressor onto my wrists. I glanced over to see Steve doing the same thing with Wanda. "Sam, let the others know we got who we've been looking for and that they need to get ready to head back to New York as soon as possible." Steve tells him. "Got it." Sam replies. Natasha starts guiding me out of the building. "Your father is going to be so disappointed." Natasha tells me. I rolled my eyes at that. "Let him be. It doesn't bother me."

[fun-adventures-travels]

What to Wear for River Rafting in Rishikesh? Essentials to Pack!

Planning for river rafting in Rishikesh? Wearing the right outfit and carrying essential items can make your experience comfortable, safe, and enjoyable. Since you'll be battling strong rapids and getting completely drenched, it's important to dress appropriately and pack wisely. Here’s everything you need to know before hitting the waters!

But before that, Is river rafting safe in Rishikesh? Absolutely! With trained guides, safety gear, and proper precautions, rafting here is an exciting yet secure adventure.

Best River Rafting in India: What to Wear for Maximum Comfort?

The key to comfortable rafting attire is lightweight, quick-drying clothing that won’t restrict movement. Avoid materials like denim or cotton, as they become heavy when wet and take longer to dry. Instead, go for:

Quick-dry T-shirts and shorts – Made of synthetic fabrics like polyester or nylon.

Swimsuits or rash guards – Perfect for extra protection from chafing and the sun.

Leggings or waterproof pants – Ideal for colder weather to keep you warm.

Rafting Adventure: Choosing the Right Footwear

Wearing the right shoes for your rafting adventure ensures a firm grip on slippery rocks and inside the raft. Flip-flops and open sandals should be avoided. Instead, opt for:

Water shoes – They dry quickly and offer great grip.

Old sneakers – A solid choice, but make sure they’re lightweight.

Strapped sandals – Only if they have a secure fit and non-slip soles.

Rishikesh Rafting Adventure: Must-Have Essentials to Pack

While safety gear like life jackets and helmets are provided, bringing a few personal essentials will make river rafting in Rishikesh more convenient:

Sunscreen – A waterproof, high-SPF sunscreen is a must.

Sunglasses with straps – Prevents them from falling into the water.

A cap or hat – Helps protect your face from sunburn.

A towel & change of clothes – You’ll need them after the ride.

Waterproof camera – Capture the thrill without risking damage to your phone.

Water bottle & snacks – Stay hydrated and energized before and after rafting.

Personal medications – If needed, carry essential medicines.

River Rafting in Rishikesh: Extra Tips for a Safe Ride

Check the rafting in Rishikesh timing before planning your trip to avoid last-minute surprises. 

Know the Rishikesh rafting price in advance, as it is based on the stretch you choose. The cost starts at ₹549 per person. Visit Universal Adventures to know more.

Avoid eating heavy meals before rafting to prevent discomfort.

Always listen to your guide’s instructions for a safe and enjoyable experience.

Dressing smartly and packing wisely ensures you enjoy every moment of river rafting in Rishikesh. Get ready to conquer the rapids and make unforgettable memories!

Also Planning for Char Dham Yatra from Delhi? If so, check out Universal Adventures website for the offers and bookings.

[mountainthrills]

First-Time River Rafting in Rishikesh – What to Expect?

Hey fellow adventurers! If you're planning your first river rafting experience in Rishikesh, here’s a quick guide on what to expect:

1. Choosing the Right Stretch

9 km (Brahmapuri to Rishikesh) – Best for beginners, mild rapids.

16 km (Shivpuri to Rishikesh) – Moderate difficulty, includes famous rapids like "Roller Coaster" & "Golf Course."

26 km (Marine Drive to Rishikesh) – For thrill-seekers, has bigger rapids.

36 km (Kaudiyala to Rishikesh) – The ultimate challenge with Grade IV+ rapids like “The Wall.”

2. What to Wear & Carry

✅ Quick-dry clothes (no jeans!) ✅ Water shoes/sandals (no flip-flops) ✅ Sunscreen, sunglasses with a strap ✅ Dry bag for essentials ❌ No valuables (chances of losing them in water)

3. The Thrill of Rapids

You'll experience waves crashing, sudden drops, and adrenaline rush as you navigate through rapids with names like "Three Blind Mice," "Double Trouble," and "The Wall." It’s a mix of fun and pure excitement!

4. Safety First!

Listen to your guide – they’ll teach you how to paddle and handle emergencies.

Always wear a life jacket & helmet.

If you fall out, don’t panic! Float on your back and let the guide help you back in.

5. Extra Perks

Most rafting trips include cliff jumping (optional but fun!).

Some packages include body surfing (floating with the current).

The scenic beauty of Himalayan cliffs, lush greenery, and Ganga’s crystal waters is surreal!

6. Cost & Best Time to Go

💰 Prices range from ₹600-₹2500 per person (depending on distance & package). 📅 Best time: September–June (avoid monsoon season).

Final Thoughts: If you've never done rafting before, Rishikesh is the BEST place to start! It’s fun, safe, and an unforgettable adventure. Let me know if you have any questions or if you've already been—how was your experience?

[sonicasura]

Feels like I did given how long it took me to reply back. But if you say so.

To say No 9 will have a hard time might be a understatment and something tells me that Daikaiju inside him ain't going to make it any easier. These Titan kaijus ain't about to let this mushroom stay for long if they can help it.

And I got to say Sonic, you have a way with words and story building. The way you described the Defense Force discovered Skull Island to how they find out about Kafka and meet him is just straight up fantastic to read. Had me and my roomate hanging on every word.

Though I wonder if Kafka takes his kids with him when he leaves for Skull Island? It seems a bit of a bad idead to leave them when they are still very depended on him to provide stuff, unless some of the whelps as you call them are old enough to protect the younger ones and find their own food and such? If not, it got to be a little odd or awkward for Mina and everyone when they reach his nest in Skull Island.

Nonetheless is most be quite the discussion between Kafka and the Defense Force then and there. A lot of questions to ask and something tells me Kafka is not willing to answer all of them. Bet the whole Defense Force loses their mind when the group returns back to Japan and learn what exactly Skull Island is and about Kafka. Won't be surprised if some right out deny everything until more information and proof is gathered.

Think some of those who washed up on Skull Island wants to return home? And if some join the Defense Force as well? Maybe not as fighters but perhaps become part of a new department that solely work with stuff from Skull Island. They most have quite the a bit of knowledge about the place after all these years.

No. 9 would definitely retreat very quickly if he ever did end up on Skull Island. This Mushroom Man will take advantage of what the place offers though. Human nature includes messing with shit they shouldn't and there are people dumb enough to take stuff off the island.

Kafka takes his whelps everywhere for the most part. He wants to make sure they can all defend themselves at some capacity. The kaiju also wants them to learn how to reach Skull Island on their own whether by sea or air. Before you ask, Kong learned how to make a raft so he can sail over.

Our Defense Force squad had an awkward travel up to Kafka's nest. The Iwi Tribe warned them about how dangerous Skullcrawlers are so a path made entirely of their bones was a bit intimidating. Or learn that the Storm Elder buried Kong's parents near his nest to keep their graves from being defiled and provide a safe place to pay respects.

Kafka is obviously expecting them as the kids are playing in a different section of his nest. He made changes to it over time so his children are more comfortable. Everyone was slightly skeptical about the kaiju's ability to speak. Their doubts aren't only immediately tossed out but they learn Kaiju No. 8 is a sunshine himbo.

Evidence of their trip was brought back as nobody wanted to deal with the skepticism. This includes pictures, a few video/audio recordings such as Kafka's interview, some plant samples, and even a few eggshells from the island's native dinosaurs. Of course the civilians were brought back with a new department that focuses on Skull Island being arranged.

The Bones Expedition Department is responsible for studying the native species, keeping goodwill with the Iwi, and finally analyzing differences between Titans and Core Kaiju.

[writingquestionsanswered]

How does one write a character who does whatever sounds fun and screw the consequences, who enjoys more risky and/or dumb things especially, but still avoid them doing anything too extreme? Like can cause big issues if gone wrong but nothing disabling

Risk-Taking Character

Hmm... I'm not sure what you're asking here. How do you write them in what way? Are you asking for ideas for behavior that's risky but not necessarily life-threatening? If so, I would suggest doing a good old fashioned brain-storming session to think of some ideas on your own. I mean, there are few activities that don't come with some level of life-threatening risk, but if you want ideas for thrilling activities that are reasonably safe, you could do a search on "healthy thrill seeking" which lists things like sky diving, white water rafting, and hot air balloon rides. All things that are reasonably safe but probably a little more risky than your average trip to the grocery store.

If you're asking how to portray a person like this, it's up to you to figure out who your character is, why they have this thrill-seeking mentality, why they're not concerned about risk or consequences, and how that affects them and the people around them.

Happy writing!

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