#surprised this was. 6 hours? Looks down at my hands… Woah…

[medicalunprofessional]

life is wasted

[obsessed-with-fake-men]

looking at you

when your movie date with Jeremy doesn't go how he planned, he has you put on a private show...not that you know he's pulling the strings

Jeremy Frazier x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit 

Content warnings: nsfw, mdni, dubcon, stalking/peeping, mutal(?) masturbation, he calls you a slut

Author's note: This fic can be read as a follow up to forever or as a standalone. Jeremy is still a pervy creep and will continue to be one.

Word count: ~3300

Jeremy loves looking at you. Honestly, it might be his favorite thing to do. He’s slyly watching you now, carrying yet another box of belongings up to your room. God you’re beautiful. He loves the way you puff out air to get a piece of hair out of your face when your hands are full. And the way you put your hands on your hips when you’re lost in thought. And not to mention how cute you are when you think no one is watching. How you dance around in your panties, singing into your hair brush. A little strip tease just for him.

He sees you pause and look down, then pick up a paper airplane.The note he sent your way moments ago, unfurling in your hand. 

meet me at 7, bring popcorn - j

Your eyes dart to the window, searching. For him. But Jeremy is safe in the shadows, free from your gaze. He watches you shrug and draw the curtains. Not to worry, he’ll see you soon.

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Jeremy is pacing next to his house. He’s waiting for you. It’s 6:58 and you’re not there. 

Fuck what if you don’t show?

With your curtains blocking his view, Jeremy can’t be sure whether you’re coming or not. He glances at his watch: 6:59. 

I’m such a delusional idiot of course y/n isn’t coming.

The chime of the bell tower begins, signaling the top of the hour. Jeremy runs a hand through his hair in exasperation.

What would you want with a pathetic, no good, murde-

The creak of a door startles him out of his thoughts. Head jerking toward the sound, he sees you.

The tightness in his chest evaporates instantly and he unclenches fists he hadn’t consciously made. 

You look divine in the light of the setting sun. Jeremy’s eyes roam your figure, he notices you changed from what you were wearing earlier. The tight sundress hugs your upper body and is absolutely inappropriate for the October evening. 

Jeremy feels a smug sort of satisfaction at the thought that you chose it just for him. 

You clear your throat. 

“Like what you see?” you tease with a giggle.

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and gesturing at your dress with the other.

“What can I say, you make me speechless.”

Warmth rises to your cheeks as you smile shyly. 

“Ummmm anyway,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I brought the goods.”

You produce a bag of pre-popped popcorn from behind your back.

“Skinny Pop?” Jeremy asks dubiously, quirking an eyebrow.

You shove his arm playfully. 

“My mom heard somewhere that the microwave stuff gives you cancer or something,” you shrug.

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we,” Jeremy jests.

You swear you see a dark gleam in his eyes, like a wolf staring down a doe before striking. But upon blinking you’re left looking into the warmth of his brown irises.

“Soooooo, are we heading inside?” you ask, moving to walk toward the house.

Abruptly, Jeremy grabs your hand and halts you in your tracks. 

You feel like you’ve touched a live wire as an initial cool jolt of electricity runs through your hand and arm, quickly fading to a warm tingle.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you,” he says with a grin, pulling you toward the backyard.

Turning the corner, you see a rustic treehouse glowing from within.

“Woah, a treehouse!” you exclaim. “I didn’t know this was back here.”

Jeremy watches you look up in awe. The lights of the house reflecting like stars in your eyes.

“Yeah, I come here to get away from everything,” he sighs. “It’s the only place I feel like I can really think, you know?”

Glancing up at him, you see a melancholic expression you know well and you give his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I definitely get that.”

Jeremy lifts your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, he gives them a light kiss.

“Ladies first,” he murmurs, nodding toward the rungs leading up the tree. 

Reluctantly, you relinquish his hand and begin the climb. Leaning against the trunk, Jeremy looks up to enjoy the view. Your dress flicking up, tantalizes him with each rung you mount. Squinting, he can almost make out the color of your panties. Jeremy makes a silent vow that he’ll know the answer by the end of the night. 

When you reach the top you pause to gaze around the tree house. Its simple, worn wood was made enchanting - illuminated by fairy lights and the soft glow of a television. There was a nest of comforters and pillows on one side and an old CRT TV with a built-in VCR on the other. 

Arms snake around your waist, seeming to appear out of thin air. Jeremy pulls you into him, pressing your back to his body.

“What do you think?” he whispers into your ear. His cool breath feels like the autumn breeze, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your neck.

“It’s beautiful,” you sigh.

Jeremy spins you in his arms, hugging your waist tightly. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. Leaning down, he glances from your eyes to your lips and back.

You do the same, heart racing as you see his adam’s apple bob. Pushing up on your tiptoes, you almost close the gap between your mouths. 

“Is this the part where we kiss?” you ask breathily, looking up at Jeremy through fluttering lashes.

He answers with action - a palm flat on your back, pulling you together. His lips are soft, but you feel the need, the urgency behind the kiss. You grip the front of his soft flannel in one hand, attempting to pull him even closer to you.

Jeremy groans into you, he loves knowing that you’re just as desperate as he is. Testing your limits, he nips lightly at your bottom lip. You let out a soft moan and Jeremy quickly swallows it, heart soaring at the sound. Threading your fingers through his messy brown hair, you feel a dizzying weightlessness. 

Jeremy feels it too. Peeking his eyes open just a crack, he realizes the two of you are levitating.

Oh shit.

He pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours. Willing his rasping breath to come easier, he feels his feet settle back on the ground. In an attempt to keep your suspicions at bay, he pulls your body close in a tight hug before setting you down. You blink up at him, dazed. Leaning down, Jeremy kisses your forehead.

“At this rate we’ll never watch the movie,” he chuckles.

You settle into the blankets as Jeremy pops the VHS of Casablanca into the old television. As the tape slides into the machine, he sits next to you.

The title card appears in curly cursive script and the black and white film begins in earnest.

Leaning over you whisper, “I didn’t realize it was a classic!”

“I hope that’s alright,” he says, glancing over at you.

You nod vigorously and Jeremy chuckles, returning his attention to the screen.

“But the others wait in Casablanca,” the narrator’s mid atlantic voice bellows out. “And wait and wait and wait.”

Jeremy mouths along. He’s memorized all the movies in the house by now, and he’s always identified with that line. But now, he wonders if all this time he’s been waiting for you.

The two of you are sitting a respectable distance apart, as is you weren’t trying to swallow one another moments before. You both have one hand strategically placed in the space left unoccupied. Pretending to play with the blankets, a ruse to inch fingers closer and closer. Finally you touch, it’s a light, innocent brush. Over in a second. But the electricity is there again, sending a shiver down your spine.

Jeremy’s head snaps to you.

“Are you cold?” he asks. 

Before you can reply, his flannel is off and he’s helping you into it. The worn fabric smells earthy, like fallen leaves and wet dirt. It’s an odd but comforting smell, and you pull it tightly around yourself. 

“C’mere,” he says, opening his arms for you to snuggle into. And snuggle you do. Laying your head on his chest, you drape a leg across his hips. Jeremy wraps his strong arms around you, holding your body to his. 

The two of you stay like this for a while, unmoving. Relaxing into the steady rise and fall of Jeremy’s breathing, you notice how cold he must be in only his t-shirt. Just as you start to feel guilty about taking his flannel, Jeremy begins to trace light circles onto the exposed flesh of your thigh. His touch is maddeningly gentle and leaves a trail of burning desire. Two can play this game. 

You softly run your nails from his chest down across his stomach. Jeremy’s breath hitches as his muscles tense under your touch. He grips your soft flesh, squeezing your thigh tightly once before returning to those damn circles.

Biting back a moan, you turn your head to trail featherlight kisses along his collarbone, up his neck and to his adam’s apple. His cock twitches against your leg as Jeremy's wandering fingers trail up to cup your ass. You moan, playfully nipping at his jaw. 

“You’re not paying attention,” Jeremy groans. 

“I am paying attention, I promise,” you giggle. Shifting your weight to rub against his growing erection. 

“I'll show you paying attention,” he growls.

Pushing back to sit up against the wall, Jeremy pulls you onto his lap. 

You look so pretty perched there, with your hands resting on his chest, blinking those beautiful eyes at him. One hand finds its home on your hip, and he gently strokes your cheek with the other. He would do anything for you in that moment. If you said you wanted the moon, he’d spend eternity pulling it down from the heavens. 

“Here’s looking at you, kid,” Jeremy whispers, in perfect time with the movie. 

You giggle and your plush lips beckon his attention and grabbing the back of your neck, Jeremy pulls your mouth to his. 

His aggression takes you by surprise, causing you to gasp. Jeremy wastes no time delving his tongue into your open mouth. You freeze at the sudden intrusion. Jeremy softly rubs his thumb along your waist, coaxing you to relax into the kiss. He nips and sucks at your tongue, swallowing the moans you spill as he grinds his hips up into you. 

Jeremy snakes a hand up to your throat, squeezing gently and you practically melt for him. Arching your back, you break the kiss as you thrust your tits into his face. He releases your waist to take them gladly. Grabbing your soft flesh, he groans. You’re not wearing a bra. 

My little slut.

Pulling at your nipples through the fabric, you gasp and squeeze your legs around his thighs. Claiming your lips once again, Jeremy decides it’s time to find out what color your panties really are. Grabbing a handful of your ass, he slowly pulls your dress up and up and…you pull away, panting.

You’re so beautiful with your face flushed and eyes dark, he thinks this must be a preview of what you look like when you orgasm and he can’t wait to find out. As he starts to pull your dress up even farther, you put a hand on his chest, halting his action. Turning, you look over your shoulder to see that the credits are rolling. 

“Shit!” you laugh. “It’s over!”

Jeremy grabs the remote and dangles it from two fingers.

“It doesn’t have to be over if you don’t want it to…”

“Okay that’s true,” you giggle, “I'll actually watch it this time. I promise.” 

You hold out a pinky to him and Jeremy links his long finger with yours.

“I won’t hold you to it,” he winks

Laughing, you roll off of his lap. He groans at the loss of contact. 

“Is it okay if we don’t go any further tonight?” you ask, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“Of course,” he sighs, cupping your face.

He gives you a light kiss on the forehead and you snuggle back up against him. Rewinding the movie, Jeremy finds the last part you remember. 

What a fucking tease. He’s going to make you pay for this later. 

You’re fully engrossed in the movie this time and Jeremy lightly plays with your hair. All the while he is dreaming up just what to do to get you back. 

When the movie finishes you reluctantly sit up. 

“I guess I should head home,” you yawn. “Unless you need help taking all this down?”

“Nah, I’ll take care of it later,” Jeremy replies. “Let’s get you home.”

Jeremy descends the treehouse steps first, something about being there to catch you if you slip. Hugging his flannel tight to your body, you carefully make your way down the rungs. When you near the ground, you feel Jeremy’s strong hands on your hips. He helps you hop down and you walk hand in hand back to the front of the house. When you near the edge of his yard, he pulls you into his body and presses his forehead to yours.

“See you tomorrow?” he murmurs hopefully. 

“You know where I’ll be,” you laugh.

Leaning up, you press a soft kiss to his lips. Jeremy’s greedy hands want more. They want to drag you up to his room so he can touch every inch of your flesh. To give you pleasure you haven’t even dreamed of. Instead, he simply squeezes your hands before releasing you into the night. 

He stands, unmoving as he watches you go. Once you’re safely inside, Jeremy slips up to his room. 

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Turning on your lamp, you look out your window at Jeremy’s room. It’s still dark. 

He must be picking up the tree house.

Taking off Jeremy's flannel, you breathe in the scent of him when a sudden strange feeling comes over you. It’s like you’re moving on autopilot or something. Slipping your dress over your head, you saunter toward your full length mirror. You adjust it a bit, tilting and turning the mirror until the reflection is just right. Then you take a step back and get a good look at yourself. Almost naked, except for your red panties. 

I thought they were red, a smug thought echoes in your head. 

Your hand reaches for the flannel and you shrug it back on, thankful for its warmth. You must have forgotten to close the window earlier. Instead of shutting out the night air, your legs take you to the edge of your bed. Before you sit down, you slide your panties over your ass and down your legs, flicking them across the room at the mirror with your foot. 

You don’t even have time to question the action before you’re settling down on the edge of your bed, spreading your thighs wide. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, naked except for Jeremy's open shirt. 

Such a perfect little slut, the smug voice taunts. 

You want to argue, but your hand begins to lightly trace up your body. From your knee, up your thigh, ghosting across your stomach and resting on your breast. You squeeze, and it feels eerily similar to how Jeremy touched you earlier. The thought evaporates when you roll your hard nipple between your fingers. You fall back onto the bed, as your other hand starts toying with your clit. 

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He's done it. He never tried before, no one seemed worth the energy. But Jeremy has successfully possessed you. He isn’t sure the power really reaches that far, so maybe it’s more like influencing you. But that means you wouldn’t be doing the actions he’s implanting in your psyche if deep down you didn’t want to…right? 

The first thing he did was make sure he could watch you. He had you adjust your mirror so he can perfectly see you spayed out on your bed from the comfort of his desk. 

And splayed you are. 

Here’s looking at you, kid. 

Jeremy was teasing his cock before, lighting stroking it as you disrobed. But now that you have two fingers poised to enter your tight wet pussy, he can’t hold back any longer. 

He grips the base of his cock hard and groans, your cue to sink those fingers into your core. Jeremy’s hips stutter up into his fist as he hears a faint moan float through the window. He can see your hand moving faster and faster, hurriedly he speeds up his strokes. Desperate to match your pace. Your other hand snakes to circle your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. Jeremy is hunched over his desk, eyes glued to your mirror. If he had an ounce of self respect, he may feel ashamed. Fisting his cock like a pervert to the little show he’s making you put on. But fuck, seeing you like this. His will being done so perfectly. It has to be right.

“Another finger baby,” he whispers. 

And instantly you respond. The resounding moan you release knocks the breath from his chest. So desperate. So hungry. A sound that says your fingers aren’t enough. His cock pulses in his fist. He’s dangerously close, but so are you.

“Cum for me,” he huffs, fucking up into his fist in earnest.

You whine, thighs trembling as your fingers pump in and out of your core.

Fuck you’re perfect.

As you orgasm, his name tumbles from those perfect lips. If it had just been once, Jeremy could’ve convinced himself he’ imagined it. But then you cry it over and over, chanting his name like a prayer. He can’t hold back any more. With one final buck of his hips, Jeremy cums with your name on his tongue.

It’s the most intense orgasm he can remember. Maybe it has something to do with the semi-possesion, maybe it’s just what you bring out in him, but Jeremy swears he’s seeing stars. 

When he finally comes down, he realizes he can’t sense you any longer. 

Fuck.

He must’ve lost the connection. His heart is beating so fast, he can’t hear a thing. But he stares intently at your mirror. At your frozen form, still spread perfectly for him to see. 

Then you stir.

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You come to after what is maybe the hardest you’ve ever orgasmed. Definitely the best orgasm you’ve had with just your fingers. Why you didn’t grab your vibrator, you’re not sure. Groaning, you prop up on your elbow and look into the mirror. For a second you swear you see a pair of eyes shining back at you in the shadow of the reflection. Blinking, you sit up further. But the mirror is empty, reflecting only your open window. 

A cool breeze dances across your exposed skin and you shiver, pulling Jeremy’s soft flannel tight across your body. 

Jeremy…did I really just call his name when I…

You shake your head, dismissing the thought and get up to stretch out your tight muscles. Crossing the room, you go to close the window. Before you shut it, you lean out. The moonlight illuminates your form perfectly, naked save for that damn flannel. You can’t see him, but for some reason you think you can feel his gaze on you.

“Goodnight, Jeremy,” you giggle softly and you pull the window closed.

When the frame thuds shut, Jeremy finally breathes out a sigh. Shaking his head, he lets out a soft chuckle.

Playing with you is going to be so much fun.

[revetahwsstuff]

Johnny Cage

With a (bottom) Male S/O who is basically similar to Nicole Watterson but reversed. Pt.2

(Daycare!)

M/N watched as his 3 children kept chanting that weird name, now he wasn’t familiar with anyone with that kind of name unless they were talking about Kakashi Hatake which the name “Ninja mime” fits him.

To M/N, he looks like any old-rich- white-dude so why are his kids are so fond of him suddenly? “Woah there little children! Don’t make a scene out of me.” Johnny Cage said with a snarky grin making M/N stoic expression turn firm a little.

“Come on kids, let’s not disturb the gentlemen.” M/N voice had a bit of sweetness mix with irritation as he began to push the cart full of food but it seems like his children didn’t want to leave.

“Aww, but dad. Look this may sound surprising to you but could we at least hang in the store for a couple of hours?” C/N one said, “This is like the only one time we actually might be grateful towards you if you do.” C/N three said

“Couple of hours? No, we have to get home early, cook dinner, go to sleep and take you kids to school.” M/N rebuttal and his three children pouted before looking up at Johnny with adorable-dejected-looking-faces.

“Looks like we can’t know each other yet Ninja-Mime.” C/N two with sadness. Johnny looked down with a half-smile. Looking up at their father who was beginning to walk away. Johnny crouched at their height “How about I..go to your house?”

“You can do that?!” C/N one question with excitement and Johnny just gave them a playful wink.

“Children!!” M/N yelled, the 3 kids jumped at their fathers voice and scurried away from Johnny to their father who was already 6 feet away from them from the aisle.

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Around 5, at home. Biyu was out of the house again to work dead-paying job meaning the children own the house now to do whatever they want.

“He should be here any minute now.”

“You sure? Someone like him has way too much on his hands” C/N two replied to C/N one. The two youngsters head downstairs and stood in front of the door, C/N one was tapping their shoes on the wooden floor impatiently before the doorbell was heard. The children immediately yanked the door open and had nervous smiles on their faces with Johnny cage looking down at them with wide eyes when seeing their nervous expression.

“You kids okay? I know I’m a celebrity and all but- you guys don’t seem like-“

“Oh no! We do want you here! Come! Come in.” C/N two nudged their small hand out for Johnny to come inside. The two looked up with creepy smiles but they were just shy and nervous since a big star came inside their little home. Johnny entered their small house, it was homey but very clustered as their were toys on the floor, and colored pencils laying around with papers drawn. A fish tank sitting on a dresser and kitchen just a few steps away.

The children began to pick up and tidy the living room up a little for their special guest and they did it pretty fast, C/N puts a towel where they accidentally spilled orange juice on the cushion and led Johnny where to sit which he oblige. “So this is where you guys sleep, not particularly my taste but for a normal family such as you guys.” Johnny looked around before he heard something moving and he adverted his eyes to see the three kids of M/N just staring at them. “Do you want anything sir? We got water, Thai tea or orange juice?”C/N one question with a nervous smile

“No need for the hospitality kids, just call me Johnny.” He interjected, “ok! Johnny?! How was your day?! What did you ate?!” M/N children energy were high! Johnny could understand where M/N stoic personality came from (If M/N came back and spot Johnny with his children it would drop his energy already.)

“I haven’t really ate anything today, but I did snuck out during a meeting for a movie just to see you kids.” Johnny replied, “awh, we were that important even we just met..well I know you..but you don’t know me-“ C/N one continued before C/N two smack them on the head for their sibling to not reveal the stalkings they did on Johnny’ daily life.

“So kids..do you guys have any games to play?” Johnny cage asked as he leaned back in the small couch, his legs had to be out stretched on the floor since he was tall.

“We can play (Your favorite game) on the PS5!” C/N one suggests and C/N two opens a cabinet under the TV to reveal the many games they had before picking the game C/N said they could play. The kids brought out their controllers and tossed one to Johnny who caught it in ease. The three began to play the game on the TV, making loud noises in the process making the toddler in the house awake

“CAN YOU GUYS BE QUIET?!” C/N three shouts from the nursery room, the older kids and Johnny quickly shut their mouth but later snickered in response. The three continued to play the PS5 until the clock strikes at 7pm. The sounds of keys rattling against the door heard before opening-

“What are you kids doing?!”

[leafyaa]

Prologue

"What do you mean we're breaking up huh? Was I not good enough for you?!" You yelled as tears streamed down your face.

Kunikuzushi, your boyfriend- now ex-boyfriend of 3 years decided to break up with you. And did he have a valid reason? No, of course he didn't.

"Just shut the fuck up Y/n. Don't make this any more harder than it is. You're being so loud. I already told you we just don't get along together so that's final." Kunikuzushi's cold gaze watched over you as he walked past.

You clenched your fists in anger, wanting to follow him and punch him in the face for just suddenly leaving you. But you couldn't bring yourself to do that.

After all, hurting the one you loved the most was something you would never do. Even if the love was broken.

Kunikuzushi already left your apartment so you sat on the ground in silence. Feeling too hurt to even move around.

"Don't worry baby... It's- it's gonna be alright..! I'll be here for you and never leave you.." You cried out as you caressed your stomach.

Today was supposed to be a happy and eventful day. It was the day you were supposed to tell Kunikuzushi that you were pregnant. But instead it was the opposite of happy..

What happened to the words ‘I will take responsibility if anything happends.’ ?

"I'll never let anyone hurt you baby.." You promised to your unborn child of 3 months.

That's what you pledged 6 years ago.. But it seemed like fate decided it would be different.

"Hikari? Hikari! HIKARI!" You fell on your knees as you had been running for hours now. In search of your 5 year old child.

Multiple passersby looked like you were crazy as you ran down the road frantically but you didn't care. Hikari somehow left your side for a few seconds and now she is gone. But how? You taught her the dangers of strangers so why would she walk away?

You return back to the playground where you've seen her last and break down on a bench. The sun was going down and no kids were at the playground anymore.

You were all alone crying and having a panic attack. You were trembling and feeling dizzy as well as irregularly breathing.

You wanted to stand up and call the police to report Hikari missing but you stumbled forward and fell on the cold pavement.

Luckily someone was nearby to watch it happen and quickly sprinted towards you to help you up.

You couldn't see who it was that helped you because of your blurry vision but could make out that it was a male, judging by their voice.

"Miss? Can you hear me miss? Please-" The voice abruptly stops.

Or was it you that passed out?

A few hours later you wake up in a hospital with a stranger sitting next to you in a chair. He seemed to be asleep.

He had burgundy hair, tied into a low ponytail and wore a white tank top and some jogging pants.

For a minute you admire his beauty but you quickly change expressions as you realize what happened hours ago.

You frantically get out of bed and search around the room for a phone. Apparently, making so much noise that the male woke up from his slumber.

"Woah miss, calm down-"

"Don't tell me what to do!" You yell as you swat his hand away in a panic.

"Please wait- don't stress yourself, it isn't good for your health right now!" He quickly restrained you from moving around any further.

"Don't touch me!"

"What's going on?" A new face enters the room and looks at the male in annoyance.

"She's in a panic, so I tried to restrain her in order to calm her down, Sara."

"Let her go Heizou." 'Heizou' reluctantly let go of you and you glared at him. Still frantically looking around for your phone- or any phone.

"Miss, please tell us what is wrong. We can help you.." 'Sara' said as she looked at you gently.

Her eyes looked genuine as well as the words coming out of her mouth, causing you to break down.

"My- my child.. She.. She's gone.. Someone- someone took her..!" You started to sob and both Heizou and Sara looked at you in surprise and shock.

"Oh shit.." Heizou muttered out and Sara glared at him, mouthing him the words 'not the right fucking time'.

"Please give us the description of the child, last seen place and time and we'll help you out." Sara said with a serious, but gentle voice as she walked closer to you and held your hand.

After calming down you tell the two what happened and Sara scribbled down everything.

Sara left shortly after you finished telling your story while Heizou stayed with you. You found out the two were coworkers, but more importantly, from the Tenryou police department.

You were still somewhat emotional as you lay on the bed, staring mindlessly at the ceiling, not uttering a single word.

"I'm sorry what happened to you, miss.." Heizou suddenly says.

You still looked at the ceiling with a sad expression but heard what he said.

"I know it's hard for you right now.. But please don't blame yourself. I can see you're a good mother.."

Your head slightly shifts to his side and a tear falls down your cheek.

Heizou notices it and quickly wipes the tear away with his hand.

"Don't cry, miss. We will do everything in our power to find your daughter back. I swear.."

"Thank you.." You mutter words for the first time in a while.

Heizou sadly smiles at you and holds your hand to comfort you.

"I swear we'll do our best."

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Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

Taglist:

@swivy123 @kichiyoshi @wwwrizchan @k1t0 @killumeo @pinkdreamerbailifflawyer-blog @samarill @xiaotopia @aqualesha @eattingshits @omoriaddict

[jasmyluv]

025. Vermillion Dreams

wc: 1.5k (warning!! Long post ahead)

"Hey." A voice catches your attention. You look in front of you and see a black car with its window rolled down, Scaramouche in the driver's seat.

"Hi, Scara!" You smile at him innocently, walking closer to the car.

"Get inside, we'll be late if we don't go right now." He demands of you.

"Ah, that's not how you treat your date." You tease, snickering silently.

He groans, "Fine, stay there for me, alright?" Without a second thought, he rushes out of the car with a bouquet of roses in his hand. 

"Would this suffice?" He shows you red roses, hiding his red face behind them. 

"You're adorable, Scara." You say as you open your camera app and swiftly taking a picture of him.

"Wh- hey! Delete that." He says, the blush on his face increasing.

"No! You're very very cute." You say, opening twitter to flex your very very cute date.

"Here." Scaramouche utters as he opens the door of his car, inviting you in.

"Why, thank you, my charming knight." You say some pet name dramatically, he shouldn't be even blushing about, yet he finds himself as red as a tomato. You chuckle at his expression, why so red, hmm?

"Say, Scara. How far is Liyue?" You ask. From what you know, Liyue's not that far from where you live.

"An hour or so." He answers you, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Oh, alright." As you look at your surroundings, you take an interest at the sunset view that can be found in the sky, more specifically, the one behind Scaramouche. You couldn't lie, he was breathtaking. His features are adorned by the sky's soft glow. Entrancing.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He snaps you out of your daydream. 

"Alright." Within seconds, you take a picture of the alluring driver and the sunset.

"What- I meant that as a joke." He clears up.

"Well, I don't."

"Woah." You say out of surprise.

"What?" He asks, still looking at the road.

"Kaveh and Alhaitham are gay and dating." You tell him.

"Really?" He's taken aback. From what he sees on his timeliness, Kaveh wants to date you. Was that some practical joke?

"Yeah… I feel embarrassed." You confess. You genuinely didn't know they were dating.

"Why?" 

"Scara, have you SEEN my tweets? It's literally me wanting to date Alhaitham." You hide your face in the bouquet He gave you.

"It's fine, get over it." He tries to comfort you.

"Well, that's fine, I guess." 

For the rest of the car ride to Liyue, you were both silent. It wasn't awkward though. The car was wrapped in a comfortable atmosphere, you didn't feel the need to talk or do anything. You felt like you could sleep.

(timeskip; 6:04 PM, Liyue Harbour)

Turns out, you did sleep. 

"Hey, wake up. We're here." Scaramouche gently sways you awake, your eyes fluttering open as you hear the many citizens of the Harbour chatting away.

"Oh, wow! It's beautiful at night here. I wonder what they did for the Lantern rite this year." You say.

"I heard they're doing a music festival." He informs you, straightening his jacket.

"Ohh, cool." You quickly get out of the car, leaving your roses in your seat. You're excited to go into the Harbour, it’s been quite a while since you've last visited. 

"Hey, wait, [Name]." Scaramouche says, catching your attention once again.

"Yes?" He comes closer to you and fixes your collar and such because it was messed up while you were sleeping. You couldn't help but notice the close proximity of you two, inches away from each other's face.

"There, you're more presentable." So cocky.

"Shut up, Raiden." You were annoyed, but didn't care so much. You didn't care, you were used to his antics.

"Ah, last name basis now, are we? You hurt me." Was he an actor or something? If so, he'd better quit his job 'cause his skills were second to anyone.

"You suck at being dramatic." You say, trying to hide your already obvious laughter.

"Whatever. Do you know where we're going?" He asks.

"No?"

"Well then, keep your pretty eyes open and try not to fall behind." 

"Hmm, you think my eyes are pretty?" You ask mischievously. 

"You're a nuisance." He insults you. He grabs your hand and pulls you into the crowds of people on Lantern rite. 

-

To say that the music festival was amazing is an understatement. You met Aether and Yun Jin among the many people watching Xinyan and Hu Tao's performance. It was spectacular. 

The person from Fontaine was magnificent as well. The sweet melody the people played, along with a zither from nowhere, worked with perfect harmony. It was a night unforgettable to all.

"The fireworks were beautiful! It was like seeing the prettiest person alive for the first time. So colorful and lively." You describe the alluring fireworks in the sky, still sprouting out arrays of color. 

"It sure does. Let's explore Liyue for a bit, yes?" He invites you to roam the city of lanterns. You accept, wanting to see more.

Liyue is at its finest this year. Kids running around the streets, vendors selling Xiao lanterns, and the aroma of food in the air. An extraordinary sight to see, really.

"Scara, let's buy a lantern. We write our names on it!" You suggest, already pulling out money from your wallet.

"Alright." With a simple answer such as that, you drag him to the other side of the street where they sell lanterns.

"Hello!" You greet the vendor.

"Ah, hello, dear. Would you like to buy a lantern? It will give you and your boyfriend prosperity and luck." She says with a smile while both you and Scaramouche turn red. How could she make such an assumption?

"Yes, we'd like to buy a lantern. We're not dating though, haha." You awkwardly say, scratching your head.

"Oh? I'm sorry, dear. It's just that friends don't hold each other’s hands so much around here." She explains, giving you your Xiao lantern. You didn't realize your hand was still intertwined with his. You remove yours from his embrace, giving the money to the vendor.

"It's quite alright. Thank you!" You get your lantern and wave goodbye.

"She was nice." You say, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Here." Scaramouche says, handing you a permanent marker. Why the hell does he have this?

"Oh, thanks." You thank him, getting the marker from his hand, brushing it in the process. You write both of your names on the lantern, making sure it's readable.

"...Alright. We can- uhm, set it free?" You stutter, having a hard time phrasing what you want to say. Though, you managed to make Scaramouche laugh, so that was good.

You go to a secluded area where you can freely set your lantern out. "1…2…3…go." You let go of the flaming light. It floats up, your names quite visible on the lantern.

You and Scaramouche have tired yourselves out, running around Liyue and trying out splendid food. You both sit down on an empty bench.

"...Hey, Scara?" You call for his attention.

"Yes?" He turns to look at you, giving you his undivided attention.

"Why did you leave before?" Oh.

"..." He stayed silent. He felt guilty, leaving you with no goodbye, no reason. It was wrong and he knew, yet he didn't do anything about it.

"It's alright if you don't want to say anything, the last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfy." You reassure him, even though it meant not getting your wanted answers.

“No, it’s ok. We moved away to Snezhnaya because Ei thought it would give us a better life there. It did the complete opposite, it was a hellsite. Always snowed, even if it was summer. And the people there don’t come close to the weather. There was always going to be someone fighting because of something stupid like parking their cars a foot from their house… Ah, sorry for rambling, haha.” He quickly apologized. You didn’t care though, you got your answer.

“No, it’s alright. So, why didn’t you say anything to me?” You ask another question once more.

“I didn’t want to upset you or anything. I know how sad you’d be if I told you I’d be moving, I wasn’t thinking then.” He explains, his voice getting quieter, as if he was ashamed. He looked at his shoes, afraid to look at you. Why was he scared? Just then, he felt your arms wrap around him.

“Scara, it’s not your fault.” 

“I know, but-”

“No buts. It’s not your fault and it will never be, alright? You were young, you didn’t know what you were thinking.”

“You didn’t deserve thinking that I left you for no reason.” He says.

“I might have not, but I also don’t like seeing you saying it’s your fault for leaving. You were a kid, you had no choice but to follow your mother, alright?” You whisper, pulling apart. 

"Ok…" Thank you, [Name].

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Of All People… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who’ve you’d hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

Characters in this story study in Sumeru Akademiya

All characters can drive

Kavetham for the win!!!

Scaramouche is very very cute :)

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Nothing Bad Happens Chap. 6-Body Swap

This chapter was based on an idea I had that ended up being drawn by @derpygirl-draws from the WTDW crew. Basically, Sara and Wiatt swap bodies thanks to some mishap. I wanted to write this idea, but wanted to wait till NBH was fully planned and developed before anything else.

This is just some of the randomness in this Au. There’s going to be a lot more later on. On top of angst and other things.

Big thanks to @gigilefache

Enjoy!

Sara made it to Dreamworld early in the morning, before her fellow founders made it in. She wanted to continue her research to break free from Litho’s spell. Last night, she almost got caught by Lewis, who overheard her being released from Litho’s control.

The night before…

Lewis was done, brushing his teeth, and was in his pajamas ready to get some sleep. As he passed Sara’s room, he heard the girl let out a yell. Concerned he knocked on his best friend’s door.

“S-Sara?” Lewis asked.

“L-Lewis?” Sara replied.

Lewis opened the door slowly to see Sara sitting on the floor holding her chest. “Darling, are you ok?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah. Just jolted in my sleep.” She lied. 

The male founder sighed, “Sounds like you woke up from a bad dream or something.” He commented.

“N–No it wasn’t.” She reassured her friend. 

Lewis wasn’t convinced and put a hand on Sara’s shoulder. 

The female founder gave a small smile, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

In Lewis’s gut, he felt something was wrong with Sara, but it was getting late and he decided to talk to her about it tomorrow. He helped her get up before leaving her room to get some sleep.

“Night darling,” Lewis said, closing the door.

“Y-Yeah. Good night.” Sara replied, rubbing her arm.

Sara sighed, her hands covering her face, “why do you love ruining my life.” She said to herself. She looked at the bookshelf in her office and glared knowing Litho handed her some books to introduce herself on souls and essences.

“There must be something to defeat you,” Sara said as she rummaged through books, going through page after page to find info on how to stop beings like Litho.

As she was looking, a crystal-clean hand mirror dropped onto the ground. Surprisingly not shatter from the height it was dropped.

Sara kneeled down and picked up the mirror and examined it. To her surprise, it featured her reflection on both sides.

“Wow! It’s beautiful.” Sara commented.

However, she wondered what Litho was doing holding onto a mirror like this. It didn’t seem fitting for a demon like him, but knowing how he’s been around for hundreds of years this might’ve been a trophy from one of his victims.

The female founder put the mirror on her desk and decided to go through the first book to find out how to protect herself from Litho’s control.

After a few hours of nothing, but the same info on souls and essences, Sara gave up throwing her book at the wall the same time Wiatt opened the door to her office.

“Woah!” Wiatt exclaimed, surprised. He turned to the female founder who went straight to her computer and did work. “I didn’t expect you to be this cranky in the morning.”

“Don’t tease me, Wiatt,” Sara warned. “I’m trying to break out of Litho’s possession, but every book I read has nothing!”

Wiatt sat down across from Sara, interested in hearing this. “There’s a way to stop him?” He asked.

“Yes! Do you think he’s going to possess me forever? No! There’s got to be some information he’s keeping away from anyone so I can keep being his puppet forever.” Sara explained.

Wiatt’s eyes glanced at the mirror and picked it up. “So, what does this mirror have to do with it?” He asked.

“Nothing. I just found it while going through all these books.” Sara answered, grabbing the mirror from the mechanic.

Wiatt glared and took the mirror back from Sara, “why would Litho have a mirror? Especially one so fancy?”

Sara grabbed the mirror, and soon the two were tugging on it. “Look, I don’t know, okay!” She shouted. “Maybe it belonged to one of the people he possessed.”

“Well if you think about it, maybe you shouldn’t mess with it?” Wiatt snapped back. “Have you seen any horror movies?”

“I have! But I’m not going to be the stupid one to mess with it!”

“Well, you're certainly being stupid right now, tugging on it!”

The more they tugged on it, a red glow appeared from the handle of the mirror leading to the reflection. Wiatt and Sara froze staring at the mirror as their eyes glowed red before turning back to their normal color. The two looked at each other confused.

“Uh… what just happened?” Sara asked. She loosened her hand from the mirror and stepped back,  “And why am I facing my own body?”

“I should say the same thing,” Wiatt replied, but when he spoke, Sara’s mouth was moving. The two stared at each other for a second, before looking at their outfits and saw they were wearing each other’s outfits. They saw one of them grow a bit taller while the other shrunk a little. Soon, it hit them.

The two switched bodies.

Sara and Wiatt let out a scream, which caught the attention of Lewis and Oliver, who were just coming in for the day.

“That sounded like Sara!” Oliver exclaimed.

“And Wiatt!” Lewis added. He then booked it to Sara’s office hoping his boyfriend and best friend were okay.

Speaking of the duo, they were freaking out over the whole thing. “No! No!” Sara cried. “This is hell! This is fucking hell!”

“Oh, you think THIS is hell?!” Wiatt yelled. “I’m in your body!”

“I think being in your body is worse!” Sara replied, crossing her arms.

Wiatt glared and was ready to punch Sara, but stopped realizing that even though Sara was in his body, he’d be punching his own body. “Wait, would this hurt you or me?” He asked.

“Me more than you,” Sara replied.

Wiatt sighed, but he got an idea. “Wait. This may hurt, but I have an idea of how we can get back to our bodies.” He said.

“What’s the idea?” Sara asked, nervously.

“Go to one end of the office and I’ll be at the other end.”

Sara groaned as she walked over to the other end of her office. She wasn’t sure what Wiatt was planning, but she knew it would be a bad idea. “Wiatt.”

“Relax, I saw this in a movie.” He said. Seeing that he and Sara were at one end of the office. “Alright, when I count to three you and I are gonna run, bump into each other and we should be back in our  bodies.”

Sara glared at the boy inside her body. “Wiatt this is the most stupid thing you thought of!” She yelled.

“You got any other plans?” Wiatt asked.

Sara opened her mouth and realized she didn’t have any, which caused Wiatt to smirk.

“Thought so,” Wiatt said.

“Fuck you,” Sara grumbled.

Wiatt glared, and decided to ignore Sara’s comment to focus on getting their original bodies back. “Okay ready?” Wiatt asked. Sara nodded in reply. “One.”

“Two,” Sara added.

“Three!” The two said and the two started to run into each other.

Lewis opened the door and his eyes widened seeing Wiatt and Sara running towards each other. “What are you two doing?!” He yelled.

“Lewis?!” Sara and Wiatt exclaimed, surprised to see him arrive. They were so astonished that they didn’t realize they rammed into each other hard and ended up passing out on the ground.

Lewis flinched and looked down at his best friend and boyfriend in disbelief, “What were you two thinking?!” He asked. The two didn’t respond as they were still knocked out. Looking around Sara’s office he saw a mirror sitting on her desk. He wondered if that’s why the two were fighting over it which was childish if you think about it. “Well, until you two learn to be nice to one another I’m taking this.” He then took the mirror from Sara’s desk and left her office.

Not a moment too soon, Sara and Waitt groaned, slowly getting up. “Did it work?” Sara asked.

Wiatt rubbed his head and saw he was still wearing Sara’s clothes, “nope.” He answered.

Sara sighed, “I knew it. I knew your idea wouldn’t work!” She yelled.

“Well sorry! I just want to get out of your body as soon as possible!” Waitt snapped back.

“How do you think I feel?”

Wiatt sighed, and had to think this through. “Okay, we swapped bodies because of that stupid mirror you had, right?” He asked.

“Right,” Sara replied.

“So…why don’t we-” Wiatt was cut off seeing the mirror was gone. He looked around for the mirror and saw it was gone. “Uh…someone took the mirror.”

“Well for the love of fuck!” Sara yelled as she slammed her head on the wall.

Wiatt flinched, knowing Sara was hurting his body just by doing that. “Okay, now.” He said.

“Sorry,” Sara grumbled.

“Okay then, till we find the mirror. I guess we’re stuck like this.” Wiatt said.

Sara groaned, “I can’t be doing your job, Wiatt.”

Wiatt smirked, “On the bright side, I’m not with guests and your job seems pretty easy.”

The female founder’s eyes twitched as she let out a laugh. A pretty scary horrific laugh that made Wiatt’s blood run cold. He stepped back as Sara continued laughing before she pinned him to the wall. “Don’t you dare say my job is easy?” She said, growling. “You think being a founder and the boss of this facility is easy? Ha! You’d be thankful we made you a mechanic, because you’ll see it yourself, Wiatt. My job is not easy.”

Wiatt felt horrified, not because it was Sara being scary, but being scary in his own body. He never thought that Sara controlling him would be worse than a horror movie.

Sara slowly backed away from the man in her body before walking out of her office, ready to work on Wiatt’s job.

Looking at Wiatt’s list of things to do today, it seems it’s only to check the pipes at Seaventure and check the go-karts at the Racetrack. “See, easy enough.” She said. She grabbed Wiatt’s tool belt and put it on, only for it to slip and fall. With a sigh, she put it on, tightly and grabbed a wrench from the tool belt. “Alright, let’s do this.” She threw the wrench in the air and tried to catch it only for it to hit her in the head. She cried in pain holding her head, and looked to see she drew blood.

Before going to work, Sara had to grab a bandaid and hoped Wiatt wouldn’t notice she injured him.

Meanwhile, Wiatt was working on Sara’s computer and saw all the files she had on there. Most seemed to be business stuff, while some focused on Litho, Souls, and Essence, and a random file that had photos of her, Lewis, and Oliver. He was curious and decided to dig through the Litho folder first.

The folder contained notes and news reports about sightings of Litho, or his crimes, which made Wiatt smile. “Okay, let’s start here.” He said. The mechanic looked around for a notepad and started to write notes on the matter.

At Seaventure, Audrey, Pen, and Lisa watched “Wiatt” struggle to fix the pipes in Seaventure. They cringed seeing “Wiatt”, not knowing that Sara was inside his body, struggled with fixing the pipes. Audrey knew Wiatt never had problems with fixing pipes.

“Is it me, or is Wiatt acting strange today?” Pen asked.

“No, he’s acting strange,” Audrey answered. She then saw “Wiatt” struggle trying to tighten the pipes, which concerned the three workers. “Uh, Waitt do you need help buddy?”

“No! I got it!” Sara replied. She tightened the last pipe and smiled showing she could do it. “There perfect!”

Seconds later, another pipe started to leak and Sara’s eyes widened knowing she did something wrong.

“Maybe!” Sara called out.

“Oh brother,” Lisa sighed, putting a hand on her face and shaking her head.

Away from the chaos, Lewis was in his office working on another round of paperwork while also glancing at the mirror he grabbed from Sara’s office. “Why would you two darlings be fighting over this?” He asked himself.

A knock on his door caused him to put the mirror down and used the stack of papers on his desk. “Come in, darling.” Lewis spoke up.

The door opened to reveal Oliver and his younger twin siblings, Ben and Liz. “Hi, Lewis!” The twins exclaimed at the same time.

“Hello you two,” Lewis said. “What brings you in today?”

“Eric brought them in, they hadn’t been to the facility in a few months, so I figured having them have fun today,” Oliver explained.

Lewis smiled, “it’s great to see the two of you again.” He said.

Liz giggled, “It’s great to see you too, Lewis!” She replied.

“Man, we missed this place!” Ben beamed as he sat on one of Lewis’s chairs in his office. “School kept us from coming here.”

Lewis and Oliver chuckled, but soon the latter remembered something on his way here. “Uh…Lewis,”

“Yes, darling?” Lewis asked.

“Have you checked up on Wiatt since you came in?”

“Yeah, he and Sara are fine. I think.” Lewis replied. “They did something stupid over this,” he then showed his fellow founder the mirror, which caught the attention of Liz.

“Oooh.” She beamed, her eyes sparkling at the sight.

Oliver titled his head, “a mirror?” He asked.

Lewis nodded, “yeah, I don’t know why they would ram into each other for this?”

Oliver shrugged and continued on what he was going to tell Lewis. “Well, Wiatt isn’t doing his job well.” He admitted.

The other founder blinked, “what do you mean darling?” Lewis asked.

Liz got up and wanted to get a closer look at the mirror as the male founders continued to talk.

“Well, he’s having trouble fixing pipes at Seaventure and now he’s struggling at the Racetrack with the go-karts.” Oliver explained. 

“That’s odd.” Lewis replied. “Normally Wiatt is good at fixing pipes and he knows how to fix go-karts the people over at the Racetrack taught him a few days ago.”

Lewis and Oliver thought of why Wiatt could be so out of loop today. As they thought, Liz took the mirror from Lewis’s desk and started to look at her reflection. “Lewis, could I have this?” Liz asked.

“You’ll have to ask Sara, darling. I found it in her office.” Lewis said.

Lizz pouted, “aww.” she said. “But it’s so pretty.” The female twin played around with the mirror.

Lewis sighed, “Indeed it is darling.” He said.

Liz kept her gaze on the mirror and kept flipping it from side to side, but she ended up dropping it. Lewis saw and soon the two caught it at the same time. The two let out a sigh, seeing the mirror didn’t shatter.

“That was a close one, huh darling,” Lewis said.

Liz chuckled, “Y-yeah.” She added.

Soon, Oliver and Ben looked at the mirror and saw it was glowing. “Uh, Lewis. Liz.” Oliver said.

“You may want to look at the mirror,” Ben added.

The two looked at the mirror and saw it glow red, before their eyes glowed red for a bit before turning back to normal. Liz and Lewis blinked for a bit confused at what happened.

“Woah. That was weird!” Liz exclaimed, but she spoke in Lewis’s body.

“Indeed it was darling,” Lewis added, but he spoke in Liz’s body.

Oliver and Ben’s mouths dropped at the same time hearing “Liz” speak in a British accent, and “Lewis” sounded higher pitched than usual. Not even a second later, Lewis and Liz realized this and looked at each other shocked.

“D-Darling, are you…” Lewis’s voice trailed off.

“In my body!?” Liz exclaimed.

The two let out a loud scream, which was heard from Sara’s office. Wiatt sighed wondering if it was Sara screwing something up in his body or someone found the mirror and body swapped with someone.

Lewis and Liz were still in shock and looked at each other. Lewis, due to being in a body without his glasses, had to squint and get a close-up of his body. Liz blinked in confusion, “uh what are you doing?” She asked.

“I can’t see well,” Lewis answered.

Liz realized she didn’t need Lewis’s glasses while in his body and took them off and handed them to the male founder. He sighed in relief when putting on the glasses as he could see better. “That’s better.”

Ben got up and went over to the two and looked at the mirror. “Oliver. I think I found the answer to why Wiatt is acting weird.” He said. The three turned to the 12-year-old boy, “Lewis, you said you found this in Sara’s office and Sara and Wiatt fighting over this?”

Lewis nodded, “that’s correct darling.”

“So you think Sara and Wiatt swapped bodies?” Liz asked.

Ben nodded in reply.

Lewis thought for a second, and realized that makes sense why “Wiatt” was acting weird. It wasn’t Wiatt, but Sara in his body trying to do his job. “You know that makes sense, darling.” He said.

The male Acrimony twin smiled, but that turned into a smirk realizing there’s a mirror that can swap bodies. He imagined the kind of pranks he could pull off swapping bodies with the other workers at Dreamworld.

Oliver sensed what Ben was about to do, and quickly snatched the mirror away from him. “Not on my watch!” He exclaimed.

“Come on Oliver!” Ben exclaimed, trying to grab the mirror from his older brother.

“No, Ben! You're not swapping bodies with anyone here!” Oliver yelled, keeping the mirror away from his younger brother.

Ben grabbed the mirror from Oliver, and the two tugged on it before the same fate happened to them. Upon being swapped, Oliver looked to see he was in his younger brother’s body and was panicking. 

“Oh no. Oh no!” Oliver cried.

Ben on the other hand saw he was older and taller, which made him smile and laugh. “Fuck yeah! I’m the oldest now!” He cheered.

“B-Ben. T-This isn’t funny. Please let’s switch back.” Oliver begged.

“No way! This is awesome!” Ben cheered.

Oliver sighed and decided to get serious, but still was nervous knowing this was his little brother, “A-As your older brother! I’m telling you-”

Ben cut his older brother off, “Older brother, who?” Ben asked. “I’m the older one now, Oliver!”

“Hey you may have swapped bodies with me, but I’m still older mentally!” Oliver replied.

Lewis put his hand on Oliver’s arm, “Let me talk to him, darling.” He said. Oliver sighed and nodded, hoping his best friend could talk his little brother out of this. “Ben, please we can’t be stuck as 12-year-olds forever.”

Ben yawned and took the mirror, ignoring the other founder. “Yeah, but I love being the adult for once!” He beamed ignoring the other founder. He looked at his sister and took her hand, “Liz come on! Let’s have some fun!”

Liz looked at his brother and his best friend stuck in her body before looking at her younger brother. Sure she’d like to be the oldest for once, but doesn’t want to cause chaos unless there’s a reason.

Ben saw Liz was being indecisive and had to figure out how to persuade her to join in on the fun. “You know we can do things Oliver doesn’t allow us to do.” He said.

Liz’s eyes widened and her mind played through all of the ideas she and her brother thought of only to be rejected by her older brother and his friends. A smirk appeared on her face as she faced the founders that were in her and her twin’s bodies.

The founders looked horrified seeing Liz join the dark side with her brother.

“Okay, brother. Let’s have some fun.” Liz said.

“You choose well, dear sister,” Ben replied. The two left the office and went off to have fun.

Oliver sighed, he hoped Liz would’ve followed her conscience and helped her older brother and best friend. Lewis patted his friend on the shoulder, which made Oliver look up. “Hey, I’m sure they won’t go too far.” He reassured his best friend.

“You do realize your boyfriend is in our best friend’s body and he knows nothing about how my siblings operate, right?” Oliver explained.

Lewis’s eyes widened as he realized Wiatt was screwed. “Oh fuck.” He squeaked.

“Yeah…we need to find Sara,” Oliver said.

Lewis nodded and the two ran out of the office to look for their best friend.

In Sara’s office, the Acrimony Twins chuckled seeing “Sara” working at her desk. “Okay, this is going to be fun,” Ben whispered.

“I know, but you do know that’s not Sara. She swapped bodies with someone named Wiatt.” Liz reminded her brother.

“Sis, that’s the fun part,” Ben said. “Wiatt doesn’t know a thing about us. So we can ask for stuff with no problems.”

Liz sighed, “Alright, but let’s not go too far.”

Ben smiled and knocked on the door. 

Hearing the knock, Wiatt quickly closed his notes and switched the computer screen to Sara’s emails, “Come in!” He yelled.

“Hey, Sara!” Ben exclaimed.

“Oh Oliver, Lewis. W-What brings you two in here?” Wiatt asked, trying to be as Sara-like as possible.

“We just wanted to ask something from you.” Liz said, before Ben nudged her, “Darling.” 

Wiatt was confused over his boyfriend and his friend’s behavior. “Um…sure what is it?” He asked.

Ben and Liz looked at each other with a smirk, “think you can take us over to Madhouse, we need something there.” Ben said.

“Uh…sure…” Wiatt replied, getting up and taking his “friends” over to the Madhouse. As they were walking, Wiatt noticed Lewis wasn’t wearing his glasses. “Uh Lewis, where’s your glasses?”

“O-Oh. I wanted to try contacts for today.” Liz said, lying to Wiatt in hopes she could make it believable. 

“Okay…” Wiatt trailed off as he and the two “founders” went up the elevators to the Madhouse.

Meanwhile, Lewis and Oliver looked for Sara. Lewis hoped Sara didn’t damage his boyfriend’s body or worse. The duo then heard someone yell, “Ow!” and quickly followed to where the cry was heard. There they saw “Wiatt” drop his tool box on his foot and complained of the pain.

“You okay?” Oliver asked.

Sara turned to see “Ben” and “Liz” facing her with worry. “Oh Ben, Liz, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you here!” She beamed.

Lewis sighed, “Darling is us.”

Sara was confused for a bit to why “Liz” called her darling, something Lewis would always say. She took a closer look and saw “Liz” was wearing Lewis’s glasses, and suddenly it hit her. “D-Don’t tell me.”

Lewis nodded, “I’m afraid so, darling.” He said.

The female founder sighed and absorbed all this in, “Let me guess, the mirror?” She asked.

Lewis and Oliver nodded.

“I’m guessing Ben and Liz found out and used it on you guys?” Sara asked again.

“Yep.” Lewis and Oliver answered at the same time.

“So, what are they doing now?”

“They went to find Wiatt, who we know is in your body.” Lewis started.

“And probably making him do crazy things,” Oliver added.

Sara’s eyes widened knowing what kinds of chaos Ben and Liz can get into. She then smiled, knowing Wiatt would humiliate himself thanks to the Acrimony Twins.

Lewis and Oliver looked at each other knowing Sara was hoping to see Wiatt humiliated; she forgot about the consequences.

“Darling, you may think it’s funny for Wiatt to be pranked by Ben and Liz, but he’s in your body!” Lewis reminded her.

“So in that case you’ll be humiliated,” Oliver added.

Sara’s eyes widened, “oh fuck.” She squeaked, similar to how Lewis sounded earlier. “We got to find them!” 

“Don’t worry,” Oliver said. “I think I know where they are.” The shy founder took the lead with his best friends in tow. The trio went up the elevators and headed towards the Madhouse.

Upon arriving, they saw Liz and Ben in Lewis and Oliver’s bodies, respectively as Wiatt in Sara’s body was filling a snack bowl for them filled with candy and popcorn. “Uh why do you two want this, now?” Wiatt asked.

“It’s something my brother suggested,” Ben said. “He wanted this Snack Combination menu, so we’re trying it out.” He gave his sister a wink, to have her speak up and agree with his plan.

“Y-Yes darling,” Liz said. “Ben and Liz are known to have creative ideas for the facility, and we figured we’d give them a chance.”

“I see,” Wiatt replied, as he kept filling the bowl with so much popcorn and candy. “How much candy and popcorn do you want in this, again?”

“Yes!” Liz and Ben replied.

Wiatt sighed, and kept on making their snack.

“How did I do?” Liz whispered to her brother.

“Perfect,” Ben whispered back.

Wiatt overheard the twins talking and turned, but they pretended nothing suspicious was going on. He got nervous wondering what was going on with his boyfriend and his friend.

Sara blinked in disbelief, “that’s it.” She said, "The female founder turned to Oliver, “He’s just giving your siblings candy.”

“Too much candy, Sara.” Oliver corrected. Taking a deep breath he marched over to his siblings, “Hey you two!”

Ben and Liz froze and looked down at their older? Or little brother? Glaring at them. “Oh, hi Ben,” Ben said, trying to play it off as Oliver saying hi to his brother. However, “Wiatt” and “Liz” stepped in and crossed their arms at the duo.

The Acrimony Twins gulped, as Wiatt turned to see Sara and her friends glaring at the two. “Uh, is something wrong, Wiatt?” Wiatt asked, pretending to be Sara.

“Darling, don’t pretend. We know.” Lewis revealed.

Wiatt’s eyes widened hearing “Liz,” say, darling, which is what Lewis would usually say. He looked at Sara who didn’t need to speak. She nodded letting Wiatt know they knew, and they switched bodies too.

“Oh, I’m guessing you switched with them?” Wiatt asked pointing at Oliver’s siblings and the founders.

The founders nodded and turned towards the siblings in their bodies, who gave a nervous chuckle. They sighed knowing they got caught. “Do we still get the snacks?” Liz asked, giving a sheepish smile.

“Only if Oliver is okay with it,” Wiatt stated. “But first, I found a way to change back.”

Sara’s eyes widened and smiled hearing that the mechanic found a way to go back to normal. “You did?” She asked. “H-How?”

“On your computer,” Wiatt answered. “I was doing some research, and came across a photo of the mirror. I looked into your computer files and found it!”

Sara blinked looking nervous, “O-oh. You went through my files?” She asked, nervously.

Wiatt nodded, “don’t worry. I was just looking for information on how to change back.” He reassured.

Sara sighed, “So how do we change back?”

“First off we need to find the mirror.”

“It’s in my office, darling,” Lewis answered.

The six left the Madhouse and ran back to Lewis’s office. Luckily the mirror still lay on the founder’s desk.

“Oh thank goodness, it’s safe.” Sara sighed. “So what do we do?”

“Well, we just do the same thing, however, we have to turn the mirror a few times while doing so,” Wiatt explained.

Sara glared, and pulled Wiatt by the collar of his, or technically, her shirt. “You mean to tell me, we could’ve done that instead of your stupid ram into each other technique!?” She yelled.

Wiatt chuckled nervously, “Well we were both in panic mode, so the adrenalin in me had to think of something.”

“Remind me to punch you once we're back in our bodies,” Sara said.

Oliver grabbed the mirror and went over to his brother. “Okay Ben, let’s switch back.” He said.

Ben scoffed, “No way! I kind of like being the oldest for once! I can make my own rules!” He beamed.

Oliver frowned. However, his younger sister Liz smirked and went over and tapped her brother on the shoulder.

“You do know he’ll make you look like the biggest crybaby at school,” Liz noted.

Ben’s eyes widened as he let out a groan, and his twin sister smirked knowing that would work against her brother. “Please don’t.” He begged.

“I will, Oliver replied.

Ben groaned, and put his hand on the mirror. “So we just twirl it at the same time?” He asked, as he and Oliver twirled the mirror together. As the brothers did that, their eyes glowed red and soon they were back in their original bodies.

Oliver sighed in relief happy he was back in his own body.

Ben sighed, disappointed he didn’t stay older forever. The younger Acrimony brother smiled knowing it was fun while it lasted.

“My turn!” Liz beamed. Oliver handed his little sister the mirror, which she took and went over to Lewis. “Oh before we do, could you hand me your glasses.” 

Lewis smiled and nodded. He took them off and handed them to Liz putting them on her, or his eyes. “Ready, darling?” He asked.

“Ready!” Liz beamed.

The two twirled the mirror and soon their eyes glowed red, showing they were back in their original bodies too. Lewis and Liz sighed happily back in their own bodies.

“Alright darlings, your turn,” Lewis said handing the mirror to his boyfriend.

Sara and Wiatt twirled the mirror around, but after a while, they were still in each other's bodies. They tried again, but still nothing.

“Why isn’t it working?!” Sara asked.

“Maybe try being nice to each other?” Liz suggested.

Sara and Wiatt turned to the female Acrimony twin with a glare.

“Just saying,” Liz replied, defending herself.

Sara and Wiatt faced each other, realizing they didn’t have a choice. Wiatt sighed, deciding to go first. “Okay fine. Sara, I don’t trust you, but I don’t hate you.” He admitted. “At times I think your cool, creative, funny. You can get on my nerves, but I don’t think you're a horrible person.”

This caused the mirror to glow a bit. Lewis and the crew smiled, seeing Liz was right.

Sara gave a small smile, “Look, I’m jealous of you from time to time because you're Lewis’s boyfriend and I’ve known Lewis way longer than you two have been dating. I guess I just don’t want my best friend to leave me.”

The mirror started to glow brighter.

Wiatt smiled, “Well I can agree we both keep Lewis happy.”

Sara chuckled, “Yeah.”

Suddenly the mirror glowed brighter. Sara and Wiatt’s eyes glowed red, and the two were suddenly back in their original bodies. The two laughed and hugged each other realizing they were back in their own bodies. However, the two realized what they were doing and quickly let go not knowing Lewis had a smug smile seeing his best friend and boyfriend getting along.

The two realized they were hugging and pulled away pretending that never happened.

“No one says a word to anyone.” Wiatt threatened.

Lewis chuckled, “Of course darling.”

“Well,” Ben spoke up. “Now that things are back to normal, Liz wanna head to Madhouse to eat candy and have fun?”

“Sure!” Liz replied as the siblings ran to have fun.

Oliver followed after them hoping the two didn’t go too far eating candy and scaring kids.

“Well, I got to check up on everyone, and see how they are doing,” Lewis said.

“And I have to go fix things that Sara,” Wiatt said glaring at the female founder, “broke.”

“I-I didn’t break too much.” Sara stuttered, denying it. Even though she almost destroyed the pipes at Seaventure, and maybe malfunctioned one, two, maybe three go-karts in Racetrack. 

Lewis kissed Wiatt on the cheek before he left. Wiatt chuckled, and blushed before feeling Sara tap his shoulder.

“So,” She started, which caused Wiatt to turn and face her. “What did you do while you were in my body?”

“Other than finding out how to reverse everything. I read through half your notes about Litho and souls, and took notes on them.” Wiatt answered. Sara’s eyes widened as Wiatt continued to explain what he had found, “From what I read, there were weird artifacts and cursed items in this town around the time Litho has existed. These items were mentioned to possess or worse, kill people as a result.”

Sara gulped hearing what Wiatt had to explain.

“I believe, this mirror could’ve been one of the few ways Litho possessed people before doing his usual way of possessing,” Wiatt explained.

Sara thought about it. It wouldn’t make sense for Litho to use a mirror on someone to possess them. Unless he already had a vessel, to begin with and wanted to jump from body to body and commit crimes without having their puppet doing all of the dirty work.

Still, it confused her so she decided to keep it hush for now. “Anything else?” Sara asked.

Wiatt shook his head, “not much at the moment. You have a lot on your computer, and I didn’t want to pry unless needed.” He said.

Sara sighed, “As much as I hate anyone going through my stuff.” She admitted. “I’m glad you did.”

Wiatt gave a small smile, and turned towards the door, “Well I gotta start my work, now.”

Sara chuckled, “Alright, good luck out there.” She replied, giving a playful punch on Wiatt’s arm.

It didn’t hurt the boy, but he looked up at the founder, who winked back.

“I did say I’m gonna punch you.” Sara then left her friend’s office, before going back to her own.

Wiatt chuckled, “you sly bitch.” he whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Fun Facts: Originally the names were gonna be italicized so you know that it was someone talking in someone else’s body, but I got confused, so I left it out. I think it’s easy to tell who is who.

As for the body swap, everyone keeps the voices they just sound different. So when Sara is in Wiatt’s body she makes Wiatt sound higher, Wiatt makes Sara’s voice deeper, not too deep, Lewis in Liz's body, is basically Liz speaking in a British accent, while for Ben being in Oliver’s body, Ben’s voice sounds more timid while Oliver’s voice sounds more excited and upbeat. Also yes, Lewis needs glasses if he swaps with someone!

Hope I didn’t confuse anyone.

[littlespace-imagines]

Little Muse pt.6

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Pairing: CG!Vincent × little!reader

Contains: fluff, short slow burn, Vincent Sinclair figuring out how to be a caregiver, CG/L dynamics, Vincent is an amazing bf, reader is GN but wears skirts and dresses a lot (they're so comfy and cute), cursing, Bo doesn't understand but tried to be supportive, Lester is high key a middle

TW: This chapter has canon typical violence and gore mentions, please exercise caution if this disturbs you

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

The universe has a really funny way of fucking things up just as things seem okay again.

You had been kidnapped, you saw your face on the news multiple times while watching TV with Bo, you saw your family pleading for you to come home because they loved you so much, you scoffed and asked Bo to change the channel.

Now today someone else’s face was on the news. The police had considered your case cold and was no longer looking for you, it felt a bit surreal to know that you were no longer a concern but it was also a relief. Now that the police weren’t looking you Vincent would sometimes let you go to two with Lester if you wore a wig and glasses. You wouldn’t be able to leave if you wanted too though because Lester kept a good eye on you.

Vincent and yours relationship was largely platonic but lately there had been so obvious tension between big you and him, it wasn’t a bad tension it was hard to describe. Vincent was an ideal man, he was clean and tidy, kept himself groomed, could cook and clean, and an amazing artist. What wasn’t appealing about the man? You had yet to find something other than the mask that was a draw back.

You had asked Bo about it, he explained it simple enough and said that it would best if you didn’t ask Vincent seeing as he was incredibly self conscious about it.

You may be wondering what all that has to do with the universe fucking things up, well I assure you I’m getting there, it all started this morning. I woke up in my room and Vincent was no where to be found, I did my usual morning routine and got dressed in a simple sweatpants and a black t-shirt before going downstairs for breakfast.

I was greeted in the kitchen by Lester,

“Whooo! There she is! Goodmorning!” Lester smiled at you, you gave him a small wave and a ‘Morning.’ In response. It’s not often Lester comes for breakfast so it was a pleasant surprise to see the younger brother, you quickly grabbed some breakfast, just some simple Nutella toast and a bowl of grapes before making some for Vincent aswell. You went down into the basement and handed the man his plate which he thanked you for in sign.

You still didn’t know everything but you were catching on really well, sometimes you could even sign back to him which was really exciting.

You spent a couple hours chatting, Vincent had tried putting you in Littlespace but you weren’t feeling it today, so he instead showed you some of his latest art work which you were excited to see.

“Hey, Vince, can I take a walk?” You ask and he thinks for a moment before nodding

‘Be back before dinner’ he signs and you sign a simple ‘Ok’ in response before walking into the main house. You borrow a jacket from Bo, and set out on your walk through Ambrose.

You pulled out the MP3 player that was graciously gifted to you by Lester, you had went to a library with him and was able to download some music for when you went on walks or cleaned around the house.

(Bo’s pov)

I stood at the sink doing the dishes when Vincent came running in behind me frantically signing,

“Woah, Woah! You’re going to damn fast.” I yell and I see him take a breath

‘The bodies, they’re gone, and (y/n) is on a walk.” He signs and I feel my blood run cold

“They’re gone?” I ask and he nods, I frantically run my hand through my hair, tugging on it.

“How does that happen?!” I yell

‘Lester didn’t give them enough of the paralyzing agent, I told you to leave it to me.’ He signs and I nod, I know he’s right. Fuck. This isn’t good at all. I grab a jacket and dial Lester’s cellphone on the landline

“Fucking pick up. Pick up, pick up.” I plead

“Hello?” Lester answers, he knows I never call his cell unless it’s an emergency

“The people escaped and (y/n) isn’t in the house.” I say

“Fuck!” Lester tells and the phone drops, the call ends and I hang up before Vincent and I run out the door and to my truck while Vincent goes to do a walk through of all the areas I won’t be able to get to.

I can’t help but plead to a god I don’t believe in for their safety.

(Your POV)

You hand ended up wandering into the house of wax, you hadn’t been back in it since the day you were kidnapped and you wanted to keep looking through it. You were admiring a particular wax figure of a man playing the piano who looked so life-like you were waiting for him to blink when someone suddenly tackled you to the ground, you let out a scream only for them to cover your mouth with their hand.

“Shut up! Shut up! You’re one of them!” They whisper-yelled and you started crying, anxiety and fear overwhelming you.

What were they talking about?

Who were you one of?

You had so many questions and fear racing through you as the short man pulled you up with him.

“See, here’s what we’re gonna do, you’re gonna lead me to them and so help me god you step out of line I’ll slit your throat right here and now.” He says as he brandishes a razor blade, held tightly between his fingers. He pulled you infront of him and pressed the blade to your neck. He led you infront of him and began yelling.

“Hey! I got your friend! I’m gonna fucking kill ‘em! Just like you sick fucks did to my friends!” He screamed and you whimpered, feeling the sharp edge nick your skin

You couldn’t help but sway on your feet, your vision became cloudy as you cried, panic rising from your stomach and gripping your body like a vice, you were horrified, terrified even. Where was Vincent? Why wasn’t he protecting you?

“Oh, so you’re not gonna play?! That’s fine. Me and your friend here are gonna go inside that apartment building and you have by noon tomorrow to bring me all my friends alive or I’m gonna fucking kill them.” He screamed again. The man pulled you over to a random building and kicked the door in, he pushed you on the ground and quickly barricaded the two of you inside the building. You thought about attacking him, about doing something, yet your body wouldn’t let you.

You felt scared, alone, and violated. This person was threatening your life. Why?

I cried harder as I felt myself regressing, my mind would no longer let me stay big.

(Vincent’s POV)

I punched the wall as hard as I could. I was freaking out, I couldn’t stop, what was he doing to them? What was he saying to them? They must be so fucking scared.

“Vince, it’s fine, we can just give them their friends. We found them, they’re alive, they’re locked in one of the spare rooms.” Lester said in an attempt to calm me

“I don’t FUCKING care Lester! I want them DEAD, do you understand? I want them to experience a painful and agonizing death. NO ONE gets to touch my baby.” I scream

Bo and Lester stare at me in stunned silence as I stood there breathing heavily.

“Holy shit. Vince, you just fucking yelled at me.” Lester says

“Ofcourse he screamed, dipshit. Imagine how stressed he is right now, would you wanna be throwing hand signs while being pissed?” Bo retorts to the younger brother sarcastically,

“Can you guys shut up and help me figure out a plan? Please?” I beg as I sank to the floor, I sat there for a moment, pulling at my hair.

“Wait. The tunnels.”

[britswriting]

Devotion (6)

Devotion Masterlist

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quelle surprise: What (a) surprise 

Warning: Sexual Content - brief 

*Leighton's POV*

I always thought pregnancy was something beautiful. You're creating life. What's more beautiful than that?

"I can't believe you're 5 weeks along. I impregnated you 5 weeks ago!" Colby stated in disbelief, the two of us leaving our first OBGYN appointment.

"I'm 7 weeks now, thank you very much" I corrected, Colby rolling his eyes.

"You were 5 when you found out; which is.. woah"

"I'm honestly shocked I found out that early. I mean, I guess I had symptoms but they were also things I had with my period" I shrugged, "I just.. it was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, and I haven't gotten it yet so.."

"When can we tell people? I'm going to go crazy if I can't tell Sam, or my dad! You're having my baby"

"What about your mom? She doesn't get to know?" I chuckled, Colby groaning, which wiped the smug look right off my face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine" He dismissed and I decided to let it go for now, not wanting to ruin this moment.

"Alright, well where to next? We have a few hours before dinner with my family. Rumor has it, Lexi might actually show this time. Have you heard from Brennen?" 

"I have not"

"Great. Perfect. Just fucking fantastic." I exaggerated, my chest dropping to my stomach as imagery of them doing more than friendly interactions flashes through my head. "If I see his hands on her-"

"Alright my next UFC fighter, calm down. She's an adult, remember?" He said, his hands squeezing my hips, stopping my movements. 

"Whose side are you on?" 

"Whatever side still lands me in my bed tonight" He smugly grinned and I glared, Colby kissing my forehead. "I know this isn't the ideal position to be in, but... look, we've all been there. We've all had our Brennen" 

"Our Brennen?"

"You know, that thing that looks really fun and pretty and the second we smoke it, drink it or sleep with it, we regret it?"

I tried desperately to hold back my laugh, but little noises kept slipping from my lips, Colby trying to hold back his own smile.

"Isn't he your best friend?" I snickered, Colby shrugging.

"Sam's my best friend. Lately I don't know who Brennen is. He's been distant. If this is the life he wants to follow, who am I the one to stop him? Like I said, she's an adult. He's an adult. Can't really do anything about it"

"Doesn't change the fact that she's my baby sister" 

"I know, and I love how protective you are of your family. Of our children, of me. But, we've got to let her make the mistake"

"What if he isn't a mistake?" I asked quietly. "What if she is with him long term? What if Brennen is her Gabe?" I nervously asked, the two of us walking past a few shops down the sidewalk.

"I thought you liked Brennen?"

"I liked Brennen before he put his hands on my baby sister"

"You can't keep saying it like that, Leighton. She's 21"

"She's still my baby sister Colby!"

"She's 21 Leighton"

"HE'S 28!" I shouted, catching attention from a few other pedestrians.

"Okay. Let's just take a breath. We'll see what happens at dinner, okay? Now, there appears to be a nursery shop two stores down. Would you like to go in there with me?"

Colby and I awed over different baby items, frequently bringing up when Gemma was that little, and how it feels like it was just yesterday that I was digging through thrift store bins for newborn clothes.

Colby ended up purchasing something, yet refused to show me what it was; claiming it was a surprise.

That evening we went to my parents for dinner, and quelle surprise, Lexi didn't show.

"Are you going to join us?" Logan asked, setting his plate on the table.

I shook my head, walking past the table, two plates in hand.

I carefully climbed the steps, peeking around my shoulder to see Colby following my lead, a small smile cracking my cheeks.

I mouthed "Thank you", Colby nodding.

Colby opened my moms door for me, my lips rolling inwards as I set the two plates on the dresser.

"Hi mom" I spoke up, my voice cracking, causing me to clear my throat. "Colby and I are here. We brought dinner"

"Hi sunshine" Mom's voice was hoarse, a lump in my throat appearing as I smiled softly.

"Here, let us help you" Colby announced, both of us walking over to help her sit up.

Once she was sat upright, we positioned pillows to keep her more comfortable. I handed her her food, Taking a seat on the bed next to her, Colby sat across from me.

"You guys didn't have to do this" She said quietly.

"Why wouldn't I want to hang out with my mother?" I asked, my mom beginning to laugh, only to start coughing.

I offered her a drink, softly patting her back until it subsided.

"If only teenage" She struggled, "Teenage you could hear... hear.. yourself" She joked, struggling to inhale and exhale easily, clearing her throat.

The three of us talked for about 10 minutes before the bedroom door opened again, Cynthia, Harper and Gemma walking in with their own dinner plates, a smile on my mom's face.

"Nonna!" Gemma squealed, Cynthia quickly telling her to be careful with the plate, taking it from the toddler so she could climb onto the bed, crawling next to Colby before taking her plate back.

"What are you girls doing in here?" My mom asked, her voice becoming more raspy.

"Eat wif Nonna!" Harper grinned, copying Gemma and sitting down in front of her grandmother.

I looked over, seeing my mom's eyes glisten with tears, a smile on her face as her family members slowly came in, taking a stand at the dresser, or a seat on the floor.

"You guys didn't have to do this" She whispered, Landon shaking his head. "You're our mom, mom. We want to have dinner with you" 

I watched a tear roll down her face, setting my plate aside, I cradled her in my arms.

"Don't cry mom. We love you. You'd never let us miss family dinner when we were younger, what's different now?"

"I love you guys too" She whispered, wiping at her face.

"If you cry, I'm going to cry!" Cynthia fake whined, quickly blinking.

I moved spots with my dad, letting him sit next to my mom and before I could sit on the floor, Colby quickly offered me his spot.

We all sat in my parents bedroom, eating dinner with my mom, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for Lexi.

She was the only person missing.

Colby, Logan and the toddlers helped carry our plates back down to the kitchen, Cynthia, Landon and I stayed behind with my parents, My mom's eyes drifting shut every few moments.

"We should leave her alone to rest" Cynthia mentioned, my moms eyes popping open as she shook her head.

"Want to be with my family" She reassured, her fragile hand reaching out for mine, her cold hand enclosing on my warm one. "Thank you" She said softly and I nodded, my eyes watering as I took her all in.

The way she looked, the way she smelled, the way her voice felt like melted honey to my ears.

Landon quickly left the room, Cynthia trailing behind him, leaving me alone with my parents.

Imagery of when I sat on this very bed a few years prior, telling my mom I was pregnant went through my head like the best and worst dream imaginable.

"Why are you crying honey?" My dad spoke up, reaching out to place a hand on my knee.

"It's nothing" I whimpered, wiping at my face.

"It's going to be okay sunshine" Mom reassured me and I just nodded, swallowing the lump and throwing on a happy face.

She was my rock, now I needed to be hers.

I gnawed on my lower lip as I contemplated just spitting out that I was pregnant, not wanting to miss my chance, but I wanted to tell her with Colby.

I heard the cutest giggles get closer to the door before Gemma ran in, Uncle Logan chasing her, which was the reason for the giggles.

"Papa! Elp!" She squealed, trying to get away from her uncle.

I watched the scene unfold in front of me, tears streaming down my face as my dad quickly scooped her up, placing her between her Nonna and Papa where, and I quote "Uncle Logan can never get you" causing Logan to halt at the side of the bed, pretending her couldn't reach her, groaning of frustration as Gemma's eyes widened at the fact that her Papa was right. 

"Go get him princess!" My dad encouraged, a cheesy grin on my daughter's face as she attacked Logan, Logan encasing her in his arms as he carefully fell to the floor with her, admitting defeat.

"I got Wogan!" She giggled, cheering as Logan pretended to play day. "Papa, I did it! I did it! I got Wogan! Wogan no get me!" She giggled, clapping.

I wiped at my face, sending my older brother a grateful smile to which he nodded at, Gemma crawling back into the bed.

"Nonna, Nonna! See me get Wogan!" She exclaimed, my mom nodding and slowly moving to hug her, telling her how proud she was of her.

I quickly excused myself, almost tripping over my brother who steadied me before hurrying out of the room and racing down the steps.

The tears streamed down my face as I speed walked into the kitchen, the impact of my hug on Colby causing him to wobble.

"Oof" He grunted, his hand gripping the counter as I balled into his chest. "Hey, woah! What happened?" He asked with a panic, his arms squeezing me tight as I cried. 

"I can't lose her" I cried, my hand gripping his t-shirt like my life depended on it. "I can't- I can't-" I gasped, a struggled whine falling from my lips as Colby pulled away, cradling my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping the tears. "I can't lose her" I whimpered, Colby leaning down, whispering, "I know" between us, his breath softly hitting my face before he placed a sweet kiss against my lips, and I knew he could taste the saltiness of my tears before pulling away, "I know" He repeated before hugging me again.

"Come on. Let's go take a walk" He pulled away, grabbing my hand and leading me to the backyard.

The warm stagnant air smacked me in the face, my nose wrinkling at the feeling.

We sat down on the grass, the peaceful singular blades of grass grazing my bare thighs, the tickling sensation making me shift so I wasn't touching it, letting my fingers push through it.

"I don't recognize her" I confessed, staring up at the yellow and orange sunset, feeling Colby's gaze on me. "The woman in front of me isn't who I grew up with, and that terrifies me" I continued, turning to look over at the man I adored, his blue eyes intently staring back, the wrinkles from his held back frown shining on his face.  "I mean, she's the same beautiful woman I grew up with. The smiles, the laughs... that's all her.. but her face?" My voice cracked, glancing back up at the sky. "I've never... I've never.." I swallowed, sniffling as I looked back over at him, "I don't want to live like this. To watch her like this. To remember her like this. The tiredness in her eyes isn't from getting old... and I hate that. Those eyes I used to stare into as she held me... they don't look the same"

Colby stayed silent and I sniffled, blinking the tears away as my fingers moved to the bloating of my stomach, sighing, I felt a hand grab mine, getting me to look down at our hands before back up at him.

"I've learned that life doesn't play to win, but teaches us lessons and as dumb as it sounds... maybe you need to go through this. I love you, and I hate seeing you in pain and to be honest, I don't know what to say to make it all better, but I'm here for you. I hear you and I love you" 

"I love you too. Sorry for crying" I apologized, my hair falling down to cover my face from his view as I played with the grass again, Colby's hand brushing the left side of my hair to my back.

"Never apologize for showing your emotions. I'd rather you tell me you're hurting, than suffer in silence. I know you've suffered in silence, and I have as well. It fucking sucks. This shit sucks and it's hard and at times feels utterly unbearable.. but you're Leighton Rae Fox. The girl who kicks addictions ass, and raises a beautiful little girl on her  own, even if she won't take credit for it. You fall on your ass and you get back up. Your mom is dying, and that shit is unimaginable unless you've truly gone through it... but we're doing this together. We'll get through it together. People can keep disappearing but you're never alone. I promise"

"Don't make promises you can't keep" I whispered, looking over at him, hating the way he was looking at me.

His eyes were full of sympathy and I could see he was trying to understand how I was feeling; yet coming up empty.

"I know" He nodded and I took a deep breath through my nose.

"Promise?" I asked, a small smile breaking out onto his face as he nodded.

"Promise"

~

"Are you excited to see Uncle Sam?" I asked Gemma, Gemma upset that she couldn't go into the airport with Colby.

She nodded, a pout on her pink lips.

"Baby, he'll be right back" I chuckled, taking a sip of my water.

Being the three year old she was, she didn't believe me, so the surprise on her face when Colby opened the tailgate for Sam to toss his suitcase into was hysterical.

"I told you bug" I laughed, Gemma waving at Sam who happily climbed into the backseat next to her.

"Gemma!" He cheered, asking for a high five which she happily returned.

"Just needed your uncle Sam to turn that frown upside down" I teased, Colby climbing into the diver's side.

"Dats what Papa says!" She giggled.

The car ride back consisted of us having small talk, Gemma overly excited to see Sam, practically dragging him throughout the apartment.

"I wish I had her energy" I muttered, Colby and I trailing behind the two energetic blondes.

"You're doing alright through, right? I know you said this morning your head was hurting" 

I nodded, "I'm fine. I took meds. I forgot how annoying prenatals are though" 

"It'll be worth it in the end, remember?" He smiled at me and I nodded.

"I mean, we get to take our meds together now" I grinned, Colby rolling his eyes as he unlocked the door.

Gemma immediately dragged Sam to her puff jar, explaining how it was empty because she already got her prize.

"Hey Aaliyah" I greeted, entering the kitchen and immediately noticing the full wine glass. "Wine? Again?" I cocked an eyebrow, confused why she was drinking at 1pm on a Wednesday. "Did the job interview not go well?" I asked, concerned at how she was slumped at my kitchen counter.

"Joe's a piece of shit" She hissed, surprising me with her tone.

I slowly approached, setting my phone on the kitchen counter.

"Joe as in a person, or Joe's as in the café?"

"The interview fucking sucked! I went in and she was all, you're late and I was all, haha LA traffic am I right? And she wasn't fucking having it, like it's my fucking fault I got stuck in fucking road construction! And that was the tip of the damn iceberg! She proceeded to basically be like, you're not skilled enough to take orders, run a register and give people their correct orders! Like it's fucking hard or something!" She complained, her arms flailing out of fury. "She basically insinuated that all I could be was a dishwasher! Which doesn't make as much money and if I wanted to do damn dishes, I would just stay fucking home!"

I just nodded slowly. "I'm sorry it went poorly. Did you apply to LA Fitness?"

She shook her head. "It fucking sucks! I was doing just fine before I uprooted my life for him and he had the fucking audacity to dump me! Like I was the damn problem!" 

Before I could reply, Sam and Colby strolled in, Colby opening the fridge.

"Are you guys down to do pizza night? My treat" Sam offered and Colby immediately looked over at me, and I knew what was running through his head.

I shrugged, not sure if I'll have the same reaction this time, Colby slowly nodding.

"What was that look for?" Sam asked, looking between the three of us.

"What look?" I asked a little too quickly, Sam narrowing his eyes. "Where's Gemma?" I quickly changed the topic.

"Cleaning her room" Colby replied, confusing me.

"Willingly? She didn't throw a temper tantrum?" 

"It's incredible what powers uncle Sam has over her" Colby laughed, Sam having a smug look on his face.

"What can I say? She loves me best" He playfully teased, Aaliyah scoffing, getting us to look over at her as she shoved herself away from the counter and left the room.

"What's her issue?" Colby asked quietly and I sighed, shaking my head.

"She's had a bad day"

"So she's being a bitch?" Colby shot back and I glared.

"Don't call my best friend a bitch"

He shot his hands up in surrender, "Okay, sorry"

The next few days Sam and Colby were busy working, but on one of their free days of that week I also had off, Sam and Colby inviting me to go shoot an explore video with them.

"Say hi to the explore club!" Colby filmed on his phone as I slipped on my shoes.

I flipped off the camera, Colby laughing.

"Leighton's moody" He told the camera, ignoring my eyeroll.

"Want to tell them why I'm moody?" I asked, grabbing my phone off the charger.

"Oh my god" He groaned, "Okay, listen-"

"Here we go!" I laughed, talking over him.

"Shut up. Don't listen to her!" He laughed, extending his arm so we were both in frame, Colby playfully shoving at my face as I laughed. "I'm kidding, I love you baby" He leaned over to kiss me as I laughed, but I happily accepted his affection. "Okay, this is why she's pissed at me-"

"I wouldn't say I'm pissed at you"

"Do you just want to tell the story?" He laughed, my face turning crimson.

"No, you tell it! I'm sorry!" 

"Oh my god! Okay, it's not even that deep! We got up this morning and she wasn't feeling well and debated if she was even coming with us today, long story short she woke up moody; grumpy if you will. Very cute might I add. She strolled out of our bedroom looking drop dead gorgeous wrapped in her blanket that she's liked to sleep with lately-"

"G brought it to our bed one night and I've held it captive" I jumped in, a silly smile on Colby's face. "What?"

"You're cute"

"Stop!" I squealed, hiding from the camera as he laughed at me.

"I love you" He laughed, making my smile widen.

I fucking love his laugh.

"Anyway! I made breakfast as I've been doing lately. I put a ring on her finger and all of a sudden I've became the wife in the kitchen making pancakes and shit-"

"He's getting so good at pancakes!" I chimed in.

"You better not get sick of my pancakes. It's the only thing I can make"

"I'll try not to. As long as G loves them, I'm sure they'll continue to be a household hit"

"Anyway, she wanted M&M's right? She was craving like candy and shit and we try not to keep too much in the house because G is getting to that age where she likes to sneak things, so Leighton came into the kitchen into our hiding spot to find the hidden candy gone"

"Honestly I felt like my soul died a little" I noted, Colby trying not to laugh at my misery.

"Anyway her candy craving hasn't gone away, and I told her we could get some whilst we were out, but that answer wasn't good enough so now she's annoyed at me"

"You make me sound like a bitch. I'm sure the girls understand when that craving hits and you had it, and go to get it, and it's gone. Sam, and my best friend are in the house so who knows who stole it" I explained, Colby side eyeing me. "What?"

"It might've been me" He confessed, my jaw dropping.

"Cole Brock!" I scolded, Colby trying to keep a straight face.

"I'm sorry! I got hungry last night!"

"YOU LET ME CONFRONT SAM THIS MORNING! HE TOOK THE BLAME! COLBY!" I exclaimed out of disbelief.

"It's like saying the dog ate your homework"

"Oh my god I need to apologize. Where is he?"

"I think he's taking a shit"

My head cocked, speechless before shaking my head and leaving him be, Colby laughing as he stopped the recording.

Whilst in the car on the way I apologized to Sam for my monster like behavior, Sam declaring he and Colby had to stick together.

The entire adventure was annoying.

Not because it wasn't fun, but because it was really hot and I already felt like shit, so when we got back to the car covered in sweat, I demanded my M&M's and water, Colby apologizing to me since I did end up throwing up in the woods.

"Maybe we should get you those nausea bracelets?" He suggested and I groaned.

"You did this to me"

"I know, I'm sorry" He apologized, both of us completely forgetting that Sam didn't know shit.

"Oh my god you guys are pregnant" His eyes went as Colby and I quickly looked over at him.

"Shit" Colby muttered and I let out a huff of defeat, nodding.

"Oh my god! Congrats you guys! I can't believe you're doing this shit again. Oh my god I'm so sorry we took you on this fucking hike! If I'd known I wouldn't have suggested going back to Devils Gate!"

"I mean, gotta stay active, right?" I smiled, trying to stay positive whilst I feel like dying.

"Who knows that you're pregnant?" He asked and I ran my hands over my face, grimacing at the sweat.

"Aaliyah" 

Sam's brow furrowed, "Just Aaliyah? When are you guys going to tell people?"

"I've been wanting to tell you for weeks man!" Colby complained, my jaw dropping.

"Hey! I said if you wanted to tell him you could. I just.. I didn't want to tell too many people too soon"

"Oh shit.. so I shouldn't have posted about it on Instagram?" Colby asked, his face looking alarmed.

My heart sank to my ass, "What?" I spoke out of concern and disbelief. "You better be fucking joking Colby. I'm only 9 weeks! Please tell me you're joking" I quickly looked between Sam and Colby, both of them holding straight faces until I saw Colby's lips tug upwards against his will. My eyes closed out of annoyance as my head tilted, taking a deep breath before looking back at him. "You piece of shit I swear to god"

"Your face! That was so good!" Sam started to cackle. 

"I'm sorry baby, I love you" Colby laughed, his hand reaching back for me but I slapped it away.

"You're a piece of shit lately I swear to god" I shook my head. "Didn't you learn when I was pregnant with Gemma to be nice to me?"

"It was a joke!" He laughed, but I didn't find it very funny which made him sigh. Colby turned to Sam, "She's afraid of miscarriage, so she doesn't want to tell anyone yet"

"Ah, I see. Well, Leighton" Sam cranked his neck to face me in the car, "I'm expecting to be the godparent this time. Let me know what I need to fill out, what I gotta do" He joked, but I could tell there was some weight to his words.

"If I had it my way you would've been Gemma's god parent. I would've loved to have Aaliyah and you be the godparents, but sadly Gabriel is her father, so chase it was" I replied sarcastically, Sam cocking a brow at me.

"Not a fan of him?"

"Gabe's friends.. and me.. aren't the best of buddies I guess. His girlfriend Penny is nice though" I shrugged, Sam nodding.

We arrived at my parents house, a milkshake and M&M's in hand, Colby holding Gemma's milkshakes as he held the door open for us.

"Dad?" I called out, slipping my shoes off before walking throughout the home. "Dad?!" I called out again, the boys following behind me. "Dad?" I tried again, climbing up the stairs.

I checked Lexi's room, Gemma likes to play in there sometimes, the room empty. Landon's room was also empty, along with my old room.

I knocked on my moms door, Colby quietly asking if maybe they're outside, softly twisting the knob.

My lips pouted when I saw Gemma curled up into the side of my mom, my hand held to my chest as I looked back at Colby, Colby slipping his phone out of his pocket to take a photo.

He showed me the photo, nodding when I asked if he'd send it to me.

I took in their position, my Mom laying on her side with Gemma curled into her chest, my mom's hand resting on the back of my daughters head, a blanket pulled up to my daughters chin.

Where's my dad?

Colby and I left the room, walking back to the living room where Sam was sat, joining him on the couch.

We talked with Sam for a moment when I heard the front door open, my head whipping around to see who was walking in.

"Lexi?" I called out, watching my little sister freeze. "Hey" I said calmly, offering a quick wave.

"Uh.. hi" She muttered, slipping her shoes off and dropping her purse next to them.

"Fancy seeing you here" I teased, Lexi glaring. I dropped my façade, getting up off the couch. I walked over to her, Lexi jolting forward as I slipped on the hardwood, quickly catching my fall.

"Shit" Colby hissed, jogging over to me. "Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded. 

"Socks and a wooden floor don't mix" I chuckled, my heart beating a little quicker from the unwelcome surprise.

"Please, be careful" He asked, Colby's firm grip on my hips keeping me steady.

He let go of me, Lexi watching us as I continued to approach her.

I opened my arms, offering her a hug, Lexi eyeing me.

I raised my eyebrows, tilting my head as I waited for her to make up her mind.

She apprehensively walked into my hug and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her squeeze me in our hold, repaying the favor.

"I've missed you" I murmured into her ear, "I love you" I continued, feeling her tense under my hold. I went to pull away before softly smacking the back of her head, Lexi gasping.

"Hey!" She yelled.

"You deserved it! You've been ignoring me for months!" 

"I've been busy" She whined, rubbing the back of her head, my eyes rolling.

"Stop being such a baby. I didn't even hit you that hard"

"That shit hurt!" She complained, my eyes once again rolling at her being a baby.

"It was a love tap!"

"You're such a bitch" She grumbled, shoving past me.

"I'm a bitch?! You're being an asshole!" I called back, Lexi walking to the kitchen.

I followed her, Lexi opening the fridge, grabbing a pitcher of lemonade. 

I watched her for a second, taking in her appearance.

Her black hair was now blonde, her makeup appeared heavier than I was used to seeing, her shorts ending mid thigh, her tank top showing a bit of cleavage.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my shoulder leaning against the archway.

"I'm fine" She muttered, putting the pitcher back.

"When did you dye your hair?" I asked, my eyes scanning her appearance again.

"A month or two ago" She replied, not looking at me.

"Yeah? Looks good" I nodded, pushing off the archway, moving to lean against the counter, goosebumps rising on my arms after leaning my forearms against the cool countertop.

"Thanks" She murmured.

"Things going okay?" I asked, trying to figure out why she was so timid.

Lexi was normally in your face, laughing and yelling, wanting your complete attention, and now she won't even look at me.

"Yeah"

I hummed, hearing the floorboard creek behind me, Colby walking into the kitchen, taking a seat at the barstool, sliding my milkshake over to me which made me smile.

"Awe, thank you" I grinned, happily sipping from the now melting drink.

"You're welcome" He smiled back. "Love you"

"I love you too. It's melting, but if I down it, I'll regret it"

"Hey Lex" Colby looked over at her, "How's Brennen?"

"Fine. Dealing with family stuff" 

Colby nodded and the room fell silent, the three of us focusing elsewhere until the door next to the fridge opened, my dad walking in front the garage.

My dad's eyes widened when he saw the three of us here before cleaning his throat and setting a grocery bag down.

"What do I owe the pleasure of seeing three of my kids in my kitchen?" he asked and I smiled, walking over to hug him.

"We came to get Gemma" I explained, my dad patting my back, "And she was asleep with mom"

"Yeah they were out cold when I left" He nodded, turning to look at Lexi, "You're always welcome, but why are you here?"

"Came to visit mom" She said and I glanced at my dad, feeling sorry.

Twenty minutes later I heard the soft thuds of my daughter's footsteps before she ran over to Colby, a big tired smile on her face.

"Coco!" 

"Baby G!" He grinned, his hands going under her arms, pulling her into his lap. "Momma, Sam and I got you a present" 

"Willy?!" Her eyes went wide as she turned to look at me.

I got up and grabbed her milkshake from the fridge, passing it over to her.

"What do you say bug?" I coaxed, nodding towards Colby.

"Fank You!" 

"You're welcome baby" 

~

"What do you think? Aaliyah got me them" I smirked, my hands cupping my breasts where the skeleton hands were, shaking my boobs.

"Mm, I approve. Look at you" He hummed, scooting off the bed.

"She said I should wear things like this more whilst I'm pregnant, show off my bump I guess" I chuckled, looking down at where my mid-drift was, noting the bit of bunched up skin where the shorts pressed in.

"I can definitely get behind that. It shows off your gorgeous thighs, and your boobs look great in it" He complimented, his hands sliding down to my thighs, brushing over the recently shaved skin.

"I don't like this" I grabbed the fat, pinching it.

"No one does, but you look beautiful Leigh"

"You know how google said you show quicker the second pregnancy?" I asked, Colby nodding, his hands exploring my skin. "When do you think I'll show? I'm already fat, how long do you think it'll take to notice the bump?"

"You're not fat Leighton"

"Tell that to this extra flub!" I grabbed it again, shaking it.

"The extra flub makes you adorable. We've all got it" He pinched his own stomach, showing me his excess weight.

"I like your happy trail" I brushed my fingers against the soft hair, Colby shivering which made me laugh, his hands squeezing my hips, pulling me into him as he kissed me, his face full of confusion when I pulled away, until I dropped to my knees.

"Leigh-" He started, my fingers hooking into his pajama bottoms. "You don't have to— oh" He groaned and I smirked, kitten licking his tip before taking him in my mouth.

I hummed to try and prevent gagging, taking him as deep as my throat would allow, listening to his soft groans and grunts of pleasure, Colby reaching down to let my right boob fall out of my top as he tweaked with my nipple, my moan sending vibrations on his nerves.

Within a few minutes he was spilling down his shaft, my hand working up and down as I leaned down to clean up the mess, Colby groaning.

"It's so hot when you do that, holy shit" 

I used my thumb and pointer finger to clean up around my mouth, getting up off my knees.

"Happy?" I snickered, Colby nodding as his hands cupped my face, kissing me.

"What was the blowjob for?" He asked, his hands moving the hair away from my face.

I shrugged, "Just love you"

"Yeah? I love you too. Are we showing that in sexual favors tonight?" He smirked, my cheeks becoming warm. "Is Leighton Rae horny?" He teased, earning a glare, only for the warmth to spread up to my ears, giving me away. "Why didn't you say so" He laughed, "I'd be more than happy to nuzzle my tongue into your pretty cunt if it means I get to listen to those beautiful moans of yours"

"Stop! It's not funny! Pregnancy hormones are a bitch. You don't have to return the favor, I just wanted to do something nice"

"You act like it's a dreadful job to pleasures you" He laughed, tugging me into him. "I don't know if you recall... but I'm pretty sure we both loved impregnating you" He hummed, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"You've got to stop calling sex that" I muttered, rolling my head back, allowing his assault to go further.

~

"Your best friend-"

"Aaliyah"

"Lives with you, right?" April asked, Gemma and Noel practically running down the candy aisle.

"Yeah. She's trying to get her own place, but she's struggling to find a co-signer and she won't let Colby and I help her" I briefly complained, hearing Gemma babble momma over and over again as she ran up to me, a bag of Reece's in her hand.

"Momma peas!" She shook the bag.

"No Gemma, no candy" I shook my head, her eyes narrowing.

"Peas?"

"No ma'am. You can get crackers or chips, but we're not doing candy"

"Peas!" She whined, her blue eyes beginning to water.

"You know the rules lovebug"

"Peas!" She tried again, but I held my ground which landed pitiful tears to roll down her face ending in a full blown tantrum in the middle of the aisle.

"Just wait it out" April spoke in a hushed town, my eyes darting around me, looking for any judgmental eyes as my toddler cried.

The second Gemma crumbled to the floor, I rushed over towards her, afraid of her accidentally injuring herself.

She thrashed in my arms wailing, my heart racing at the fact that she might hurt herself, and that we were in public.

"Gemma Lorraine, please stop and listen to mommy" I tried to reason, not wanting to raise my voice in the store, but I got ignored as she shrieked, shoving herself away from me.

Not knowing what to do and feeling extremely embarrassed, I just sat down in the aisle staring at her.

She gasped to breathe which immediately alarmed me, my whole body shooting up and rushing over to her.

"Hey hey, it's okay! Breathe. In... Out" I exhaled, Gemma's eyes wide as she continued to gasp for air, tears rolling down her face as the gasps turned to wheezing. "Please baby girl" I worried, trying to calm my own panic as I watched her struggle, feeling extremely helpless.

I pat her back as she coughed, looking over my shoulder at April who had her back to us, focused on Noel.

Flight, Fight or Freeze was kicking in and I could feel something take over me, pushing the panicking away as I focused on my daughter.

"Sit down, look at mommy okay? It's okay! You're okay" I reassured, her glossed over eyes cracking my heart.

I grabbed her hand, hating the scared look on her face. "Feel this?" I inhaled, placing her hand on my chest, Gemma nodding as gasped again. I exhaled. "Copy momma" I repeated it, placing her other hand on her chest. "In... out. Breathe Gemma, come on. Good girl" I exhaled, hearing the wheeze as she inhaled, anxiety racing through my veins.

"Is she okay?" I heard April ask and I quickly shook my head, picking Gemma's small frame up into my arms, cradling her against my chest as she cried.

"I need to take her to a hospital. I don't know what's happening" I rushed out, grabbing my bag out of the cart.

"Okay, let's go then" April nodded as I rushed towards the exit, my hand rubbing her back.

April drove whilst I sat in the back with Gemma and Noel, Gemma appearing to be breathing easier, but still more shallow than normal.

My brain flipped through it's mental files of what it could be, going through any family history, anything she could've ate, all the way down to her having poor lungs as a baby and being on oxygen and I couldn't figure it out.

Was it like a panic attack? Was it her lungs struggling to get air from crying? 

"It's okay G, we're going to go see the doctor and they'll make you feel all better" I reassured her, wiping the tears off her sweet face.

My heart sat in my stomach the whole way there, my leg bouncing as I constantly watched her face, listening to her breathing.

I replayed the entire event over again in my head.

April and I talking, Gemma running with Noel before running back to me. Was she breathing fine then? Her asking for the candy as I brushed her off telling her no to her sobbing on the ground.

She was breathing fine before she was crying, wasn't she? 

She was fine.

I would've noticed if she wasn't fine.

She had to be fine. She was my little girl. I would've noticed if something was wrong?

I couldn't shake the guilt that was sitting in my chest as I continued to reply every moment, cursing at myself for not paying closer attention, and ignoring her as she cried.

Was this my fault? Could I have prevented it?

"Ma-ma" She struggled, my head whipping back to her.

"Yes baby? It's okay. You don't have to talk bug"

"Co...Co" She gasped out, my eyes widening.

"It's okay. I'll call him, okay? Shh" 

I heard her do another shallow inhale as I dug around for my phone, my hands shaking as I messed up my passcode, eventually getting in and finding his contact under "Most Recent"

It rang and rang and rang, feeling like it was never ending.

"Hey babe, I thought you were hanging out with-"

"We're taking Gemma to the ER" I spat out, looking back over at Gemma and then at Noel who was busied by April's phone.

"What?!" He shouted, making me wince. "What happened?! Is she okay?" He rushed and I heard a door creak open.

"No" I replied with a sharp inhale, Gemma's little hand squeezing my own.

"What happened?!"

"She's struggling to breathe"

"She's struggling to breathe?! What the fuck? Leighton! Oh my god I'm on my way. The ER closest to our house right?" He rushed out, sounding out of breath.

"Yes"

"Holy shit, okay. Sam and I are on our way. Call me when you get there, I'll be there in 15"

"Okay" I whispered, feeling my eyes sting.

The call dropped and I looked over at Gemma, a tear rolling down my face.

Memories of her as a newborn with an Oxygen tube flashed through my head, Gemma learning to walk, her being all smiley and giggly with Colby all the way to her playing with Logan at my parents went through my head as I saw her lip quiver before she coughed, scaring the shit out of me.

"It's okay baby, we're almost there" I reassured. "Coco's coming. Mommy's here. It's okay, I love you bug"

I replayed the moment at the store once more, not finding anything out of ordinary.

What the hell happened?

* * * * 

I won't make you guys sit through a lengthy pregnancy lol. There is more to this book than her being pregnant, it won't be like Unbroken lol the baby is born before the book ends 

Written on: February: 20th, 21st, 24th, 26th, 28th 2023

Published on: February 28th 2023

Word Count: 6659

Part Seven

[butwhyduh]

Hello! I absolutely adore your stories! ❤️💖 I was hoping you could write a funny batsis (who is the biological daughter of Batman and is between Dick and Jason in age) story about her getting caught in one morning (or whenever) doing some "bedsheet sparring" with like Conner Kent or someone with powers that shouldn't be in gotham without Batman's permission (lol) and her entire family are who catch her because it's her birthday or something and they came in to surprise her with breakfast! I think it would be hilarious!

Warning cuz it has smut lol

Batsis x Kon kent

Conner pulled you on his lap, setting the pace faster than your hips wanted to go, pulling a moan from your lips. He quickly swallowed it in a rough kiss. He could feel the way you were clenching tight around him, 4th time that night (technically morning) to be exact, that you were going cum soon.

“Oh Kon!” You whimpered while throwing your head back and clenching him tightly. Conner groaned and thrust up to find his own high. You rocked together in pleasure. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest and feel the sheen on sweat on your body that this was the last round. You were only human after all.

A loud rapping at the front door made you jump. You looked at Conner confused. Who was at your door at 6 in the morning? You grabbed your robe as you climbed off Conner.

Conner used his x Ray vision to look thru the door, “babe, that’s your-“

“My baby sister’s birthday!” Called Dick thru the door. “Open up!”

You froze and looked at Conner who was clearly debouched and oozing sex from every pore and you knew you didn’t look much better. You tried to smooth your hair down and you grabbed a wet paper towel to wipe at the streaked makeup from the night before that you’d been too busy to remove. You hadn’t gone to bed yet.

You and Conner had gone partying and hadn’t gotten home until past 2 am and you both had gone to bed but certainly not to sleep.

“Answer the door! I know you hear me!” Dick called.

“Maybe she doesn’t want her brothers to bother her,” Jason replied. Fuck, both of them??

“Maybe she was actually out partying all night and is dead asleep right now,” Tim added. That was when you knew that Conner was going to die that day. Your birthday. The windows on the small apartment were all on one side that were visible from the front door so no flying away.

He was hastily throwing on his pants and shirt before moving to your bedroom closet. You pulled it close while calling to your brothers, “just a minute!”

A final look in the mirror caused you to blanch at the sight of a fresh hickey on your collarbone that you hurried to cover with your robe. There was no way that wasn’t going to be visible today. Your heart pounded like you were tracking killer Croc when you opened the door.

Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing there with balloons, a box from a bakery, and a present bag.

“Hi,” you said. You suddenly realized how much water you needed. You were just lucky to not pull something with everything Conner had done to you.

“Woah sleep head,” Jason teased while handing you the cupcake box as he walked in. Dick and Tim followed.

“Well it is a little early,” you admitted. “Wha-what brings you here? Now?”

“We wanted to tell you happy birthday first,” Dick said and you huffed out a laugh with a nod.

“Right,” you said. “And you figured the crack of dawn was a good idea because…”

“Tim couldn’t sleep and you didn’t reply to his meme so we came down,” Jason finally answered.

“Seriously? You do know I’m a big girl that can take care of myself, right?” You replied with a huff. You sat on the arm of the couch as exhaustion finally hit. It made sense. You’d been up 27 hours straight, danced at clubs for hours, and then bed acrobats for half the night with your literal superhuman boyfriend. And when was the last time you had anything to drink.

“We know but it’s nice to see you without the whole family,” Dick added.

“Without Damian, bruce, and Alfred you mean?” You said.

“Maybe,” Tim shrugged. “Are you hungry? We can go get food? A waffle house?” He suggested. It did sound good but so did spooning with your boyfriend until midday.

“I don’t know. I’m a little tired,” you said and that was a hell of an understatement.

“We’re all tired. Get dressed. Get waffles. And then take a nap before Bruce’s party,” Jason said, tossing you your bag. You caught it but your robe dipped down your shoulder.

“What the hell?” Dick said. They all stared at the mark clearly visible before you yanked it up your shoulder.

“Who did that? Is that why you’re tired? Did we interrupt a booty call?” Jason asked.

“Ew, booty call?” Tim said to Jason who pointed at you and shrugged.

“No! No one did anything. It’s none of your business,” you stammered.

“Is he or she going to the party tonight?” Dick asked. “Are they in here?”

Your eyes widened involuntarily. “That’s none of your-“

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jason called as he and Tim started looking over the apartment.

“Stop them,” you begged Dick.

“They’re really here now? This whole time?” Dick asked.

“Jason, don’t!” You called as he went in your bedroom. Tim followed him and you ran after them. “Don’t!” You gasped just as he opened the closet door to show Conner Kent standing beside your shirts. His shirt was on backwards and he definitely looked like he recently had sex.

“You?” Jason said roughly with clear shock. Dick blinked and froze.

“Wow,” Tim added. “You’re gonna die today.”

“Stop it,” you said pushing Jason from the closet. He moved with your shove but he wasn’t the one you should have watched. Dick shoved Conner in the closet and punched him in his face before you could act.

“Dick!” You gasped in shock. Dick groaned and shook his hand but to his credit, Conner rubbed his lip where he was hit too.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Dick replied angrily to you. He stormed out of the room.

“Hey!” You called after him. You turned to Tim and Jason. “I don’t even know why he’s mad. I’m an adult.”

“That’s just being a big brother,” Jason said patting you on the shoulder. “Come on Tim. We’ll see her tonight. Happy birthday.”

“Jason!”

“Bye,” Tim said with a little wave before both left.

“Kon,” you said, looking up at him feeling lost. He simply pulled you into a hug.

“Let’s take a nap and we’ll fix it when they aren’t as mad,” he suggested. You let him pull you to bed where you hugged him tight. He ran his hands along your back before you finally fell asleep.

You woke a few hours later with a strong arm wrapped around you and you could feel your body hot and sweaty. Your robe was still on. The events of the night flooded back in your memory. You groaned and leaned into Conner who hugged you and kissed your temple, half asleep.

“Morning,” he said in a sexy husky morning voice.

“Morning. I can’t go to this thing today. I’ll cancel dinner and say I’m sick,” you said. Conner sighed.

“And hurt Bruce’s feelings that his little girl doesn’t want him around on her birthday?”

“Crap. What do I do?”

“If I could suggest,” he said, sitting up on his elbows as you still laid on his chest. “Bring me as your date. You didn’t introduce me because of your brothers, right? Now that isn’t a problem anymore.”

“That’s…. A good idea, actually,” you said after a second.

“That would sound insulting if I didn’t know you,” he muttered as you hurried out of bed.

“Bring you as my date and then Dick can’t get mad because you’re my boyfriend, not some random guy. We won’t have to sneak around anymore; even though that’s fun. Dad never needs to know any details because the boys telling him would just be weird. Conner,” you said, cupping his face. “You’re a genius!” You kissed him with a grin.

“And yet, I feel like a pawn,” he muttered as you tossed him a dress shirt.

“We need a shower,” you said, ignoring his commentary.

“Together? I’m interested in that,” he replied causing you to roll your eyes.

“We were ‘together’ all night. As long as the shower doesn’t lead to anything else then fine,” you replied.

“I mean, I also just enjoy seeing you naked so there’s that,” he said with a shrug.

———————————

The dinner was far from small. Your birthday party was a great event to invite Wayne Enterprise investors and frequent private donors to your favorite charities. Bruce had decorated the ballroom in your favorite color and theme. It was beautiful and full of people in fancy dress.

Conner adjusted his tie. “Shouldn’t have worn this stupid tie. That guy isn’t wearing one,” he motioned towards a man in the crowd. Jason had already flipped Conner off from across the crowd and Dick ‘accidentally’ knocked his drink from his hand with his own bandaged hand.

“He’s publicity. Not a guest,” you said quietly with an eye roll while straightening the tie. “And you want to make a good impression to my father.”

“I’m already preparing to get my ass beat by Batman,” Conner muttered under his breath.

“No. It’ll be Bruce Wayne and if you don’t take the hit and break his hand, then Batman will beat your ass later,” you replied. “But none of that will happen if you act like a polite journalist from Kansas.”

“I have many reason to hate that cover but it’s fine for now. Oh god, here he comes,” Conner said, standing straight as Bruce walked thru the crowd.

“Sweetheart,” Bruce said warmly, giving you a hug. “Kent,” he added, looking at Conner suspiciously over your shoulder.

“Hi Mr Wayne,” Conner replied. Bruce glared at him.

“Why is he here?”

“Dad,” you chided. “Conner is here as my.. date,” you said with a nervous smile. You watched Bruce Wayne go thru every emotion a man could have in 30 seconds.

“I see,” Bruce replied coldly. Your heart froze.

Conner looked between you both.

“Kent. You better treat her well or I’ll put a boot so far up your ass, you’ll taste kryptonite,” Bruce said calmly before walking away to talk to another guest.

“I’m gonna die,” Conner whimpered. “I had to date Batman’s daughter and now I’m gonna die.”

[summerlovingbaby]

Happy Birthday

           ik by the title this sounds pretty happy, but trust me its pretty angsty... I am also writing a AOT and marvel version later.

The sun shining through the blinds woke Y/N, usually it would be her alarm clock that would wake her up so she could get ready for work, but today was a special day, today was her birthday. And for this very special occasion her boyfriend convinced her to take the day off, he said that it was because she deserved a break, but it was secretly because the last time that they had a day off together was a few months ago, and they haven’t spent much time together in weeks. And Bakugo just wanted to spend some time with his wife, the woman that he was head over heals in love with.

Y/N yawned, and slowly got out of bed to look for her husband. Her eyes darted to the alarm clock that was on the nightstand. It read 10:00 AM. Y/N got out of bed, and started to the door and look for her husband. Bakugou probably got up in the 6 o’ clock hour, he was always an early riser.

She found him in the kitchen, hovering over the stove. Seasoning scrambled eggs. Y/N silently watched her husband for a second. He was so focused, his bright red eyes moved around diligently as he worked. She stumbled  over to the stove, and lied her head on his back and wrapped her hands around his waist.

He smiled more than he would care to admit.

“ Happy Birthday, princess.” He speaks.

“ G’morning.” she mumbles in his back.

“ Good morning to you too.”

He still can’t believe this is real, married for a year, and together for almost 5. He was actually married to the love of his life, the prettiest woman that he has ever known. 

“ Sit down, princess. Foods almost ready.”

She manages to stumble to the table, and take a seat. She isn’t even fully awake yet, but she can’t help but smile. But she wakes up 3 minutes later when Bakugo places a plate of good smelling food in front of her. On one plate lies eggs, two strips of bacon and some toast. On the other plate lies a stack of waffles with funfetti sprinkles.

“ Katsuki... you made me birtday waffles?” She exclaims, reaching for a fork.

“ Woah, woah.. slow down. I have a surprise for you.” It has now become evident that he was hiding one hand behind his back. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and pulls out the camera. Y/N hides behind her hands, she still has bed head. buT Katsuki doesn’t care.

“ Do you have to reccord?”

“ Yes, now close your eyes.”

She puts her fork down on the plate, and shuts her eyes. 

‘ Okay, now open them.”

On the waffles lies a single birthday candle. It is purple and has the numbers 24, covered in glitter. Her eyes widened in excitement for a second, then her face settled into one of realization.

Instantly her eyes welled with tears. She gasped slightly, coughed like she was choking on air, and covered her mouth. Katsuki was confused, she was happy until she saw her birthday candle.

“ Princess... what happened?” He asked before discarding his phone on the table to reach for her face.

She quickly pulled out of her chair and ran to the room not even bothering to shut the door behind her, and collapsing on the bed. Bakugo following on her heels to comfort her. 

He pulled her into her lap, stroking her hair as she sobbed loudly. Painfully gasping for air in between pained noises.He kept asking her what was wrong, and what happened, but he only got louder crying in response.

After about 30 minutes, and a cold glass of water, Y/N finally was finally able to get out calm breaths and coherent words, she finally told him what happened.

“ My parents died when they were 23.”

Thats when Bakugo finally understood, that she had finally had the heartbreaking realization that she had just outlived her parents.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: i may have a little surprise for you guys tomorrow... (not related to this fic)

Masterlist

Chapter 15

“Jo! Please bring your suitcase downstairs so Daddy can load it into the car,” you called up the stairs.

“How high does the plane go up in the air? Who is the pilot? How fast does it go?” Jo asked as she walked down the stairs.

Jo had been asking a lot of questions about planes recently since you told her that you all were taking a little trip. You were going to Las Vegas so Diana could meet Jo.

Spencer was ecstatic about it so you tried to hide your growing anxiety to not kill his mood. You had already met Diana multiple times when you would accompany Spencer on road trips home on long weekends in college and she seemed to love you. But that was before you had her granddaughter and didn’t tell her or her son for six years. Not to mention the fact that you and Spencer were now dating again and living together.

“Those are questions for Daddy on the ride to the airport,” you ushered her out the front door, locking it.

Jo repeated her questions again once in the car.

“The plane will fly at about 5.9 to 7.2 miles up in the air. I don’t know who the pilot is but we can ask. Commercial planes fly at about 547 to 575 miles per hour which is about 14 times faster than the speed we are driving right now,” Spencer informed her.

“Woah,” Jo exclaimed, “I’ve never been on a plane before.”

“Yes you have, Baby J. You were just too young to remember it. You and Mommy flew from California to here,” you said.

Once you made it through check-in and security, you were waiting in the terminal for your flight to start boarding. Spencer came back with coffee and breakfast sandwiches for you both and a chocolate milk and donut munchkins for Jo.

“Thanks, Spence,” you gave him a quick kiss before unwrapping your sandwich.

“Jo, look!” Spencer pointed to a woman in a uniform, “I think that’s our pilot. Do you want to go say hi?”

Jo nodded shyly. She seemed to be a little starstruck.

“Come here, Princess,” Spencer lifted her up and walked over to the lady.

You watched from afar as the woman nodded her head to Spencer’s first question so she must be the pilot. She seemed very enthusiastic to answer any and all of Jo’s questions. She knelt down to her bag and gave something to Jo, waving goodbye.

“Mommy! I got wings!” Jo held up a little wing pin.

“Oh my gosh, sweetie! That is so cool!” you smiled, pinning it to her sweater.

“Do you want to be a pilot when you grow up, Jo?” Spencer asked.

“Yes,” she beamed.

“You can be whatever you want, Josephine,” you smiled, kissing her cheek.

-

It was the middle of the night. You couldn’t possibly sleep, knowing you were going to have to face Diana in the morning. You were expecting the cold shoulder from her at the very least.

You were sitting on the cool hotel bathroom floor, silently crying with your knees pulled up to your chest and your head tucked in between.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Spencer quickly rushed over to you, sitting down beside you.

Either your crying was louder than anticipated or he just woke up to use the bathroom because you forgot to lock the door.

“Your mom hates me and I know how much her approval means to you,” you sniffled, not looking up.

“Baby, can you look at me please?” he whispered.

You hesitantly looked up to meet Spencer’s sympathetic gaze. He used the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe the tears from your face, pulling you in for a hug.

“She doesn’t hate you, I promise. She is overjoyed to meet her granddaughter,” he assured you.

“What if she’s just not telling you, Spence? She is seeing Jo for the first time at the age of 6, I honestly wouldn’t blame her for being pissed,” you were crying again.

Spencer pulled back and cupped your face, wiping away the fresh tears with his thumbs.

“I’m really sorry, I got so excited I forgot to consider how you’re feeling. I can take Jo alone tomorrow if you don’t want to go,” he said.

“No, I want to go,” you replied with no hesitation.

Spencer smiled softly, “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, we will leave but I swear she is not harboring any animosity towards you.”

“Does she know we are living together and dating again?” you asked softly.

“Yes, she does. Let me tell you she was not happy when I broke up with you the first time so I can assure you she approves of us getting back together,” he chuckled.

He elicited a quiet giggle from you.

“Would you like to go back to bed?” he asked softly.

You nodded and Spencer helped you up off the floor and back to bed. Spencer wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest, finally getting some rest.

-

“Dr. Reid! Diana has not stopped talking about this visit all week! She is having a wonderful day!” the nurse at the front desk chirped.

“Thank you. Is she in her room?” he asked.

“Yes, you know the way!” she said, gesturing down the hall.

You and Spencer stopped right outside her door, halting Jo’s movement as well because she was in between you both, holding each of your hands.

Spencer knelt down to her level, “Do you remember who we are meeting?”

“Your Mommy,” Jo said.

“So that makes her your Grandma,” Spencer smiled.

“I already have a Grandma,” Jo said, confused.

“You have two Grandmas now, Baby J,” you explained.

Jo still seemed a little confused and made a grabby motion for you to pick her up.

Spencer knocked on the door and opened it a crack.

“Mom?” Spencer said.

“Oh, Spencer!” you heard the familiar voice excitedly shout from inside.

You entered the room with Jo nuzzled into your neck. Jo tended to get very shy around new people and liked to cling to you or Spencer until she warmed up.

Once Diana finished hugging Spencer, she turned to you and Jo.

“Hi, Y/N! Good to see you! Let me see my beautiful granddaughter,” she chirped.

“Good to see you too,” you smiled, “Jo, can you say hi?”

Jo nuzzled further into your neck.

“How about if you sit in Daddy’s lap?” you whispered in her ear.

She nodded and you handed her over to Spencer, taking the seat next to him on the couch.

“Oh, look at her precious little face. She looks just like Spencer did at that age. Hello, Josephine,” Diana smiled.

“Jo, how about you tell Grandma what we did yesterday,” you prompted her.

“We went on a plane and I got this,” Jo pointed to the wings that she was still wearing today.

“Oh my, the pilot must have thought you were a very important little girl then,” Diana nodded.

Jo beamed as you reached over to your bag.

“Um we brought some of Jo’s toys if you want to play with her,” you asked Diana.

“Of course! I would love nothing more!”

-

“I have to pee,” Jo tugged at Spencer’s sleeve.

“Okay, let’s go,” Spencer lifted her up.

Shit. As much as Spencer assured you that his mom didn’t hold a grudge, you were scared of the ‘girl talk’ that would ensue when he left the room. You couldn’t really offer to take Jo because you didn’t know where the bathrooms were.

Once the door to the room clicked shut, you felt Diana’s eyes on you.

“So long time, no see,” she said.

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously.

“Now I’m Spencer’s mom and I’m supposed to see him as perfect but one of the biggest mistakes he ever made was leaving you and I made sure I let him know that. And I didn’t even know you were pregnant at the time. You both just had this special bond that was so clear to anyone who was within twenty feet of you. I am so grateful that you gave him the opportunity to come back into you and your daughter’s life,” Diana spoke.

You were tearing up at how nice she was being. She didn’t blame you for any of it.

“Can I hug you?” you asked with watery eyes.

“Of course, my dear,” she opened her arms, “I am so lucky to call you family.”

Spencer returned to see two of the most important people in his life hugging and the third was in his arms.

[unsupervisedpanda]

Loki x reader

Live action

"Tony!" You yelled as you stormed into the living room.

    "Some guy is here! A tall one with black hair?" You heard the man scoff behind you but ignored him.

   Tony entered the room and glared at the male who was now standing next you.

   "Loki." Tony greeted coldly.

  "Tony." The man, Loki, replied.

  "Y/n." You huffed pointing at yourself.

   Tony turned to you apologetically.

"Sorry I didn't tell you we were having a guest. He's here on house arrest." Tony explained gesturing at the man.

   "Right. Okay, but Tony we've talked about this. I work for your team and I need to stay informed." You sighed stepping towards him to straighten his collar.

    "I know y/n but to be fair he's not very memorable!" Tony defended and you glared at him.

    Tugging harshly on his collar you yanked him down so he was eye to eye with you.

   "I don't care how memorable he is. I expect you to tell me these things and to be professional." Tony gulped but nodded.

    "Right. Gotcha." He choked out and you released his collar.

   Turning around you faced your guest, Loki. You'd heard about him before, none of it good. However you'd give him the benefit of the doubt. He was from Asgard and the brother of Thor. Those were the only things you knew for sure. Everything else you'd have to learn from him. Facing him you introduced yourself.

    "Hello Loki. I am y/n l/n of Midgard as I've heard Thor refer to it." You held out your hand to him.

Eyeing you warily he held his hand out as well but Tony yanked you back.

   "Your gloves." He warned you and you blinked. You totally forgot.

   "Oh. Right." You shook your head pulling a pair of gloves out.

    Why the gloves? Because you had the ability of reading emotions through touch. Skin to skin contact gave you a rush of emotions from that person. Good or bad whatever they were feeling you felt it just as much as they did.

    Tugging them on you reached out again.

   "Sorry about that. I didn't want to read your emotions without your consent." You explained nodding to the gloves.

   Loki seemed surprised but took your hand, shaking it.

   "Noted. I am Loki of Asgard." He introduced bowing slightly.

   You quirked a brow at that in amusement and smiled.

   "Nice to meet you. I'll set up a room for you as soon as possible but until then you may stay on my floor if you so choose. Although I'm sure Thor would be more than pleased to have you stay with him." You informed him easily.

   He winced at the mention of his brother but nodded.

   "I may take you up on that offer." He smirked and Tony snarled behind you.

   "Y/n I really don't think-" you turned to glare at your boss.

   "Tony. I believe it's in your best interest to stop before you begin. This could've been avoided had you actually told me what was going on but you didn't. That being said unless Loki chooses otherwise, he will stay with me." You crossed your arms and raised a brow, daring Tony to challenge you.

    The male frowned but just grumbled as he walked away. Smirking you turned to the god.

    "Okay. Now that we've taken care of that. Would you like to stay with me or your brother?" You inquired smiling.

   "You, if the offer still stands. My brother can be overbearing." Loki grimaced.

   "Of course. Follow me." You chirped walking over to the elevator.

    "We're on floor 8(first initial). It stands for what floor level it is and who it belongs to. When we get you set up I think you'll be either floor 9 or 6. Unless you choose to stay on my floor which you're more than welcome to do." You grinned at him before the elevator doors slid open and FRIDAY told you you'd arrived.

   Stepping out you led Loki through your living room and into the guest room.

    "You can stay here for now. You'll have your own bathroom, too. We can get you a different comforter set later but until then I hope you don't mind the (f/c) set." You blushed lightly before entering the room yourself and straightening it up.

    "I'll be right across the hall if you need anything. I'll set up a passcode to my floor that only you and I know until the others calm down. I'm sure they're not thrilled you're here. That way they won't bother you." You told him as you breezed past him into the kitchen.

    "Everything in here is open to you if you want it: coffee, tea, juice. I've got a lot." You opened the fridge to prove the point.

    Fifteen minutes later you'd finished showing him around so you led him to the couch.

    He'd kept a straight face for most of the tour so when you were done you bit your lip.

   "If there's anything you need just let me know. The others may be a bit harsh but they mean well most of the time." You laughed nervously as you flopped onto the couch yourself. Pulling a pillow to your chest, you hugged it before letting out a sigh.

   "Okie dokie. I have to get back to work, make sure the others didn't burn down the main floor. You can lounge around here until you feel comfortable enough to leave. If you need me just tell FRIDAY. He'll let me know." Standing up you left to check on the others.

   Tony had probably already told them and they were probably planning an ambush on your apartment at this very moment.

    Stepping into the elevator you spoke.

   "FRIDAY I'd like to set up a security measure. No one but me and Loki can enter the apartment or floor without exclusive permission. Understand?"

    "Yes miss l/n. Security measure is now in place." The robotic voice responded.

  Nodding the doors opened with a ding.

    Stepping into the main area you noticed everyone in the living room, tension spilling into the halls.

    "You let him come here!? After everything that happened in New York!" You heard Nat yell.

    "I didn't have much of a choice!" Tony groaned.

    "He won't do any harm! He's here in peace!" Thor reassured miserably.

   "Well he should leave in pieces!" Clint grumbled.

    Steve was silent as he sat on the couch with his arms crossed, Bucky beside him.

   Bruce was about to intervene but you clapped loudly to get their attention.

   "Hello my fellow colleagues and friends. How about we play nice and not threaten our guest!" You chirped a little to sweetly.

   Everyone faced you but Nat stood up first.

   "Are you crazy y/n!? Letting that lunatic stay in your apartment!" She growled as she glared you down.

    Glaring back at her you crossed your arms.

    "Yes. I am crazy. We've been through this time and time again and I go to therapy once every two weeks for what you call crazy." You snarled at her and she took a slight step back.

    The word "crazy" was a touchy word for you. You'd been called many things in your life time. Crazy, a lunatic, a freak, and many other things because of what you could do.

   "Y/n I didn't mean- it's just he's dangerous!" She tried to back pedal but what was done was done.

   "Whatever Nat. Loki," you emphasized his name, "is staying with me. He will be until he decides to leave. You all will treat him like a person or I swear I will destroy you." You warned.

   "Are we clear?" You glanced around the room and jumped when Loki spoke up behind you.

   "I'd prefer to be treated like a god, but a person works too." He smirked.

    "Loki." You greeted nodding at him.

   "Lady Y/n." He greeted back.

Thor's jaw seemed to drop as he glanced between you two.

   Loki respecting a midguardian? It seemed impossible.

   "Look at him acting like he owns the place!" Clint started but stopped when you stepped toward him taking a glove off.

   "Barton. Did I not make myself clear earlier?" You asked stalking closer.

   The male stood up and ran behind the couch.

   "Y/n we can talk about this. Just put the glove back on!" He plead as he glanced at the others for help.

   Not only did you have the ability to read and feel emotions but you could also inflict and resurface them. Clint had been through this treatment before due to his attitude and he hated it.

   "Answer the question." You snapped and he ducked behind Thor.

   "You're clear. Crystal." He promised. He really wished he had his bow and some arrows on him right now.

   "Good." You smiled pulling the glove back on.

    "Now it is Saturday night so I do believe it's a movie night is it not?" You chirped clapping your hands together enthusiastically.

   Everyone nodded not daring to say otherwise. Tony had hired you because you could round everyone up and calm things down.

    "Wonderful. Shall we?" You asked and everyone agreed. Pulling out (f/m) you put it in and hit play.

   You sat next to Loki on the farthest end of the couch due to everyone's apprehensiveness.

    About an hour in you began to nod off. Your head leaned against Loki's shoulder as your hair fell into your face.

   Loki had jumped at the contact but relaxed when he realized he wasn't in danger. He stayed as still as possible as not to wake you up. Another half an hour later and the credits were rolling.

    Glancing down at you Loki lightly removed you from his shoulder, lying you down on the couch. Then he scooped you up to take you upstairs. Maybe this was out of character for him but you'd been kind.

   Once you were in his arms your head lolled into his shoulder. He laughed quietly as he carried you to the elevator.

   "Woah reindeer games. What do you think you're doing?" Tony questioned standing up.

  Loki stopped turning around, and lifting a brow at the man.

   "I'm taking Lady y/n to her room?" Loki raised his brow in confusion.

   "We can take her up." Steve argued but Loki snickered.

   "Go ahead and try." He shrugged passing you to Tony.

   Tony gave him a smug look as he walked to the elevator with you. Five minutes later he returned, you still soundly asleep in his arms.

    "FRIDAY won't let me in." He grumbled.

    "Yes I am aware. I'll take Lady y/n up to bed now." Loki grinned before taking you from Tony.

    "Goodnight." He nodded before walking to the elevator again.

   "Night guys." You yawned waking up just a little.

      Taking you to your room Loki tucked you in after helping you take care of your nightly routine.

    "Night Loki." You slurred sleepily before hugging a pillow into your chest.

     You slept soundly for about 3 hours before you awoke to red flashing and blaring alarms.

    Panicking you flopped out of your bed and onto the floor.

    "Loki!" You yelled as you stumbled into the hall. Loki was running down the hall to your room, stumbling into you as the building shook.

    "What's going on!?" You yelped when glass shattered a floor down.

    "This hasn't happened in 3 months!" You groaned as Loki helped you up.

   As his hand grabbed yours your head went blank for a moment. Loki was scared. He was blaming himself for the attack. He worried that someone from his past was here to hurt him. He was worried about you. He-

    You jumped when Loki pulled on you hand.

   "Are you alright, Lady y/n?" He asked and you glanced up at him.

   "I'm okay. You?" You asked stepping closer to him and pressing your bare hand to his face.

    All of the emotions he was feeling were negative. You urged a calm through your finger tips and felt his shoulders relax.

   Then he tensed up and yanked your hand away from him.

   "We need to go to the others. Find out what all this noise is about." He snapped dropping your hand.

    Swiftly he walked to the elevator and hit a button hoping to make it to the main floor.

   Sliding open the doors granted access and you were on your way. Then you weren't. Something thudded on top of the metal box and the lights flickered.

    You yelped as the elevator bounced and then stumbled into Loki's chest.

   "Sorry." You groaned and then looked up. Whatever was on the roof was walking back and forth trying to figure out how to get in.

    "Got any sneaky tricks up your sleeve?" You asked pushing yourself off of the man.

    "Maybe. Depends on what it is." He shrugged before walking over to the elevator doors.

   He inspected them for a moment before somehow prying them open. From where you stood you couldn't tell how he did it.

    "Open says me." He joked half heartedly.

    Great doors were open. Not so great you were stuck between floors.

    "Up or down?" Loki asked and you glanced at him.

   "Down. We need to get to the others."

    Nodding he crouched down and slid out through the opening, about a foot and a half wide and two feet high.

    He landed gracefully on the, you assumed, 6th floor.

    "Come on out." He called stepping away from the opening.

   Taking a deep breath you crouched to slide out the way he had but shrieked when the elevator bounced again and then the sound of screaming metal filled the small space. Glass rained down around you.

    Shaking the glass out of your hair you looked up and choked on a scream. An arm had punctured the top of the elevator.

    "Shit!" You yelped pushing yourself backwards towards the small exit.

    "Lady y/n what's going on?!" You heard Loki ask but you miscalculated how high you were and fell on your butt.

    "We have to go. Now!" You exclaimed grabbing his sleeve and running for a stair case.

    The man followed you with almost no complaint as you ran to the stairwell.

   "We need to get to the third floor." You huffed as you began to run down the stairs skipping a few at a time.  

    Loki nodded checking behind you every few moments. On the 4th floor you nearly toppled over the railing when you came face to face with a creature of some kind.

    "Holy shit!" You fell backwards and Loki leapt the railing, landing in front of you. Suddenly he had two daggers in his hands as he impaled the critter.

    "Okay thanks!" You breathed out and he held his hand out to you.

   "Try to be more aware of your surroundings." He suggested as he pulled you up.

    You nodded and he took the lead. You followed him to the third floor entrance and he cautiously opened the door. Inside the Avengers were battling it out.

    "We have to get upstairs. Y/n can't defend herself!" You heard Nat snarl as she attacked yet another enemy.

   It was probably stupid on your part but you cupped your hands over your mouth and shouted "I take offense to that!" at her.

   Everything stopped for a moment as everyone turned to face you and Loki face palmed.

    "Ignorant mortal." You heard him grumble.

   Then he swooped you up into his chest and began to 'dance' around your opponents. You yelped when an axe got a little too close.

    When you were beside the others Loki passed you on to Thor.

   "Protect the midguardian." Loki had demanded before looking to you.

"You, stay out of trouble!" He smirked before involving himself to the main battle.

    "I-" you started but cried out when Thor threw you up into the air.

  "Oh my god!" You shrieked as your stomach dropped. You know the feeling. Like going straight down on a roller coaster.

    You met Loki's wide eyes mid air and then you completed the fall straight into Tony's armored arms.

    "I'm going to have a heart attack." You wheezed as you tried to catch your breath.

    Tony laughed at you setting you down.

   "Try to stay out of danger, Chéri petite!" He warned before blasting off into a different direction.

    *Chéri petite should translate to little darling! Or in Google translates case darling little one!*

    You sucked in a breath before taking in your surroundings. No one was going to be able to protect you. Glancing around you noted a decorative sword on the other side of the room, so you sprinted towards it. You yelped when something, someone grabbed you though.

     Swiveling on your heel you turned and saw one of the creatures gripping your thigh. Shrieking you slammed your palm onto it's face and channeled your fear into it. The creature let out a miserable scream as it flinched back letting you go.

    You'd never used your power as a defence before but it did the job. Whipping back around you came face to face with a clone of Loki.

   "Shit!" You yelped and jumped in surprise when it stabbed at you.

    Stumbling back you fell onto your ass again and scrambled behind the couch as the clone threw a dagger at you.

    "Loki what the shit is this!?" You screamed and the man turned in surprise, glowering when he saw the clone.

   Sure he had the same ability but this was no clone of his.

   You let out another cry when the couch was shoved away and 3 of the critters surrounded you. Turning to your team members you smirked, although it looked more like a grimace.

    "Guys! This is not what I had in mind for movie night but talk about live action!" You giggled before turning to your opponents.

   "Give me a minute to hype myself up?" You asked and then yelped when one of the things jumped at you.

   "Or not!" You dodged and slammed your hand onto it's back. Surging an extra dose of terror into it's spine.

    Yelping it wobbled away before collapsing. You'd scared the damn thing to death.

    Turning to the other two you ran at them, sliding underneath the one and grabbing it's ankle.

   This time you channeled anger at the other one through it. Turning to the second the first one attacked it, tearing it apart.

    Breathing heavily you pushed yourself up.

     "Okay two down one to-" you screamed as you slammed into the hard floor, your arm being pinned to your back.

    "That's a neat trick you have there." The voice hissed careful not to make skin to skin contact with you.

    You whimpered trying to see what or who was on top of you. You barely caught sight of the green outfit before the person was knocked off.

    "Hands off." You heard Loki snarl before pulling you up into his chest. Then you yelped in surprise when he pulled you behind him.

   "Didn't I tell you to stay out of danger?" Loki chastised as he held one arm in front of him, a dagger in hand, and the other behind him as he guarded you.

   "Actually you said trouble." You corrected your hands on his back.

    Shaking his head he sized up his clone. It matched him so much he may have thought it was a reflection. Maybe it was.

    "Lady y/n I'm going to ask you to run to Thor. Think you can handle that?" Loki asked as he pulled out another dagger.

   "Probably. Will you be okay?" You inquired.

   He nodded and you bit your lip.

"Okay. Be safe!" You whispered wrapping your arms around his waist and then running off to find Thor.

   Of course that was easier said than done. Several times you'd tripped or gotten attacked by another monster.

   Finally you got sick of everything running at you trying to run you through.

   "Fucking hell, STOP!" You screamed throwing your arms out.

   Everyone froze. Not because you froze them with an unknown ability. Nope. You just froze them with shock.

   You'd pulsed all of your annoyance and fear throughout the whole room.

   With everyone frozen you found Thor and ran to him.

"Don't throw me this time!" You huffed and the God nodded still confused.

Glancing around the room you noted at least thirty enemies left. Taking in your surroundings you ran to the left and grabbed a bow and a quiver from one of the fallen.

Nocking the arrow you pulled the string back, surprised at how in tune the bow seemed to be with you.

Shaking off the surprise you aimed at the closest enemy. Letting the string go the arrow flew and hit the creature in the head. Your eyes widened. You'd been aiming for it's leg.

You grinned and nocked another arrow. Aiming at another you aimed at it's chest and winced when the arrow whizzed past and hit a different target in the leg.

At least you still hit something! You yelped when 3 or 4 of the opposing enemies began to run at you. Apparently they didn't like being shot at by humans.

"Thor!" You yelled and ducked when he threw his hammer as you. It quickly flung into the bad dudes turning their heads to goo before flying back into Thor's hand.

"Thanks!" You breathed out as he offered you his other hand, pulling you up.

"No problem, lady y/n." He smiled before going to help somewhere else.

Pulling out another arrow you took a deep breath before nocking it.

"Please please let me be useful!" You groaned before pulling back and aiming at one of the monsters creeping up on Loki.

"Oh no you don't!" You whispered before letting go. Thankfully the arrow his exactly where you wanted it too.

Bullseye!

Quickly you reevaluated the room and noted that there were about 14 left. Then 12. Then 9. The numbers dwindled to nothing and you huffed. Collapsing to your knees you took deep breaths.

Last time this happened you hadn't left your room. Talk about action packed.

Loki scanned the room before finding you and panicked when he saw you on your hands and knees.

Teleporting to you he lightly fretted over you, barely touching.

Looking up at him you smirked.

"I just kicked some serious ass!" You giggled and his eyes widened in surprise before he relaxed.

"You did indeed, little mortal." He smiled brushing some of your hair back.

Grinning you launched yourself into his arms, hugging him.

He toppled over falling onto his back, with you on top of him. Pushing yourself up so you were hovering over him you laughed.

"Kiss me?" You asked and then it was his turn to smirk.

"Of course, M'lady." He purred as he propped himself up on one elbow. Grabbing you by the back of the neck he pulled you down to meet his lips.

You smiled into the kiss. It was perfect considering the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Then you heard some whoops and cheers, some coughing, and some complaining.

Pulling apart you looked up to see your colleagues with varying reactions.

Rolling your eyes you looked down at the God beneath you.

Looking him up and down you looked him in the eyes before grinning mischievously.

"How about we take this up to my room?" You suggested and the man quirked a brow.

"Anything you want, Dove." He smirked wrapping his arms around you and teleporting away.

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3. what if i’m someone i don’t want around?

A/N: Hey guys!! Look at me, only a month or so between chapters this time!!! I'm really excited to get this chapter out for you guys, it's got a lot of surprises and answers for you guys!! But maybe also more questions, too 🤨😂 I hope you enjoy!! Thank you for patiently waiting for this chapter's arrival!!!

Summary: A look into the life and mind of Steve, where everything isn't exactly as it seems.

Tags: Guys, Imma be honest, this chapter is heavy and dark. Head the tags for the story itself, guys. This chapter is not at all fun. Non-con, physical abuse, violence.

Song Inspiration For Chapter Title: Falling By Harry Styles

Word Count: 3,932

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Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

"How long? How long have you been messin' around with someone else, Steve?"

It just keeps replaying in his head, over and over again.

"Nevermind, don't answer that, I didn't mean to ask it."

He knew that Bucky had meant that literally. His mouth tended to get a little ahead of his brain sometimes, it had always been like that.

"Buck. I'm sorry."

And he meant it. Even if Bucky didn't believe him.

"Really? That's your play?"

He'd forgotten himself for a moment. Let his guard down. So, he closed himself off. He had to play his part, right? He placed that sly smirk on his face, doing everything he could to convince the other man that he had inappropriate intentions. And it worked. He wished it hadn't worked as well as it did. The look on Bucky's face as he turned away stung. It stung a lot. But Steve knew that he had no right to feel that way when he was the one that hurt Bucky. But he couldn't really help it. The whole situation was just full of pain. And there was no way around it, no way at all. A warm, gentle hand placing itself on his chest disturbed his thoughts. The voice that spoke next pulled him out of his head entirely.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" Sam asks him.

Steve places his hand over Sam's and turns his head to look into the other man's deep, brown eyes. "Yeah, Sam. I'm okay."

Sam sighs softly as he sits up, sitting back against the headboard and gesturing for Steve to follow suit. "You're thinking about Bucky again, aren't you? Steve, you don't need to worry about him. He earned all this because of the way he treated you." Sam says as he wraps an arm around Steve, holding him against his side.

Ah, yes. The way he treated me. Steve gives a pitiful strug and looks down, grabbing Sam's left hand and tracing random patterns into his palm. "Bucky and I still just have a lot of history, is all. You know that."

Sam rubs up and down Steve's arm and kisses the top of his head. "Well, that's in the past now. You don't ever have to even think about him again." Sam says matter-of-factly, as if that's all it took to take Bucky from Steve's mind. Oh, Sam. How I wish I could tell you the truth. But he can't.

Steve forces a relaxed smile onto his face and looks up at Sam, pecking his lips softly. "Well then maybe we should think about what to have for breakfast instead." He says as he slips out from under the blankets, placing his bare feet on the ground. He hears Sam chuckle and then stretch as Steve grabs his phone from the bedside table. As he unlocks his phone and pulls down his notification bar, he sees a text message. '9:30am.' The message was sent an hour ago. The current time is 9:32am.

Steve quickly scrambles up and away from the bed. Shit, shit, shit. He grabs his clothes and starts putting them on as quick as he can manage.

"Woah, woah, Steve, what's going on?" Sam questions, giving him a look of confusion and concern.

"Training with Brock, I forgot it was happening today." Steve rushes out as he pulls his shirt over his head. "I'm late."

Sam relaxes and rolls his eyes, getting up and grabbing a pair of sweatpants out of his dresser. "Babe, Brock's just an asshole. You don't actually have to rush to be there on time just cause he's a jerk when you're late." Sam states exasperatedly.

Steve swallows as he grabs his jacket off of the chair in the corner of the room. "Y-yeah, I know that." He grabs his keys, phone, and wallet and walks up to Sam. "But you know I hate being late." He says.

Sam sighs dramatically. "Yes, I know. Doesn't mean I won't miss having you around for breakfast."

"I know." Steve leans in and gives Sam a quick kiss. "But I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"You better!" Sam calls as Steve rushes past him and out of the bedroom, quickly making it to the front door and heading out.

On the drive over to Brock's, Steve can't stay still. Even as he's driving, one of knees is jiggling or his fingers are tapping against the steering wheel. It's a 10 minute drive to Brock's apartment that he shares with Sharon from Sam's house, so him being completely late is inevitable. And Steve knows that Brock is going to do more than just "be a jerk" as Sam put it. But Sam doesn't know that. He doesn't know anything. None of the real things, anyways. There's lies everywhere. Not with Brock, though. Brock knew the truth. But if anything, that makes things much, much worse for Steve, not better.

When Steve gets there, he hurries inside the building and up the stairs, knowing his fate is already sealed. He enters the apartment and closes the door behind him, slipping his jacket off and hanging it on the hook by the door. As he does that, he feels arms wrap around him, and it takes everything in him to stay still rather than pushing the arms away.

"Hey there, Stevie. You're late, baby, did you realize that?" Brock says, his chin resting on Steve's shoulder and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes. I-I'm sorry, I didn't wake up until a f-few minutes after 9:30. Then I had to drive over from S-Sam's place and that's like 10 minutes away, s-so..." Steve trails off, taking a shaky breath.

Brock runs his hands up Steve's sides, pushing his shirt up. "All I hear," Brock whispers into Steve's ear after pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "Is excuses, excuses, excuses." Before he finishes speaking, he does exactly what Steve had been waiting for. Right in the middle of his right side, Steve feels the hot cigarette eating away at his skin. His jaw clenches and he bites down on his tongue harshly, eyes squeezed shut as he huffs out through his nose.

"Ahhh, look at little Stevie. You're getting better at it, aren't you, baby?" Brock chuckles darkly. "But I think you'll still need a few more lessons before you get it exactly right." As the next mark burns into his skin, Steve lets himself fade away into his happy place, just like he has hundreds of times before.

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He thought about Bucky. About that last time they were together before everything changed. It was the morning before Brock arrived in town. Bucky usually had to head to work pretty early, so Steve made sure to wake up with him so that they could always have breakfast together since they wouldn't see each other for most of the day. At the moment, Bucky was showering as Steve got dressed. As Steve pulled his shirt over his head, his eyes caught the paper taped to the wall above his desk. It was a poem. A poem written for him by Bucky. Steve smiled warmly and sat in the desk chair, leaning forward and reading through the words on the page for the millionth time since Bucky had given it to him:

'You come out of the darkness, shining brighter than all of the stars combined

It's because of this, I'm so glad you're mine

No one else gets to experience all the things you do to me

And I wouldn't have it any other way

The good, the bad, and the ugly

I'll sit with you through all of it

I'll never run, I'll never stray

From the moment we met, I knew that I'd stay

You're my home, my resting place

Give me all your love and I'll give you mine

It was when I first saw you

That I first started to believe in the divine

Because it must be true, for there to exist an angel like you

The fact that you love me

Is almost too good to be true

Just the thought of my life ahead

Sets my mind alight and my emotions haywire

Because you, my love, are all I see there'

Steve sighed dreamily, all lovesick and happy. Bucky's the love of his life, his soulmate, and he can't imagine ever being with anyone else. If he ever lost Bucky, whether to death or someone else or just life in general, he wasn't sure he'd be able to survive it. Him and Bucky had been through a lot together and even before they started dating, Steve knew that theirs was an unbreakable bond. He wanted to marry this man and he had every intention to do so.

"Hey there, doll." Bucky said as he placed a hand on Steve's back, pulling Steve out of his daydreaming.

"Hello, my love." Steve said, turning around and beaming at his boyfriend as he stood up and pushed the chair in.

"What's that smile for?" Bucky questions, raising an eyebrow at the blonde-haired man.

Steve grabs Bucky's hands and holds them close to his chest as he stands close to his boyfriend, looking into the bright blue-gray of his eyes. "You just make me happy, that's all. I'm so glad you're mine." Steve said softly, nothing but love and affection in his eyes.

Bucky returns Steve's bright smile, squeezing Steve's hands. "Me too. I love you so much." And then he leaned down and gave Steve a sweet, lingering kiss that made both of them melt and sigh in content.

As they both pulled away, Bucky locked the fingers of one hand with Steve's and led them out of the bedroom. It was Steve's turn to make breakfast, so while he put together cheese omelets and cooked sausage links, Bucky made coffee and poured juice for them, both of them falling into the familiar and comforting routine that they'd kept up for years.

That morning, they'd talked and laughed without a single care in the world, knowing nothing of the disaster headed their way later that same day. If Steve had known then what he does now, he would've convinced Bucky to stay home that day. He would've taken Bucky back to bed and they would've just stayed in their room that day, shutting out the rest of the world, lost in their love for each other. And later that day, when there was a knock at the apartment door, Bucky would be there to see through Brock's lies when Steve couldn't and everything would still be okay. They never would've argued, Steve never would've gone out drinking with Brock, Brock and Bucky never would've gotten into a fight, and Steve never would've realized that even Bucky isn't strong enough to save him.

But all of that did happen, and there's no turning back now. No matter how badly Steve wishes there was.

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When Steve comes back to the present time, he's being slammed against a wall roughly. He winces at the impact, trying to get his breath back as all the air is pushed from his lungs. He feels Brock's breath against the back of his neck and he tries to keep his face neutral, no matter how badly he wants to grimace in fear and disgust. Suddenly, he hears high pitched laughter and the sounds of a third person in the room.

"C'mon, Brock, just fuck the boy already. You know you want to, you're practically panting for it." Sharon says, her voice full of snark and amusement.

Brock laughs. "Oh, shut it. It's called savoring the moment, ever heard of it? Now get me another cigarette. Put yourself to some good use instead of just standing there watching like the little freak you are." Brock orders, voice firm but filled with an undercurrent of the same amusement Sharon had.

It took every ounce of willpower Steve had not to squirm or cringe or make a noise of disgust. If he moves a single itch or makes a single sound right now without being ordered to do so by Brock, things will get 10x worse for him. So he keeps still and silent, wishing he could ignore the little game they're playing.

Steve feels the front of Brock's body press all the way against the back of his own as Sharon leans against Brock, placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it for him. Steve can't see any of this, but he can tell by the little hum he can hear from Sharon, the light scratch of Sharon's nails against Brock's stubble, and the click of the lighter, so close to his ear that he half expects to feel the pain of another burn on his skin, but he doesn't.

It's almost like Brock can read his mind, because Steve hears him let out a low laugh. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We need all that precious hair of yours. Otherwise, I can't properly play with you how I want to." To emphasize his point, he suddenly grabs a handful of Steve's hair and pulls the man's head back roughly. Steve's mouth falls open in a silent gasp of pain as his fingernails dig into the drywall in front of him.

Sharon laughs at the show in front of her and suddenly her long fingernails are digging into Steve's shoulder through his t-shirt. Steve clamps his teeth down onto his bottom lip to keep the whimpering sob that comes up his throat from escaping any further. Both of the people behind him snicker as Sharon walks away from them and Steve wishes he was anywhere but here. Anywhere at all. Hell would be easier than this.

"Do you remember the first time we did it like this? You do, don't you, baby?" Brock questions right in his ear, his focus clearly back to the task at hand. Steve does remember. Of course he does. How could he not? It was the worst day of his life. The one he wishes he could redo most of all.

"Yes." Steve speaks quietly, trying his best to keep his voice even. He knew the question wasn't rhetorical and staying silent wouldn't help him any.

Steve can't help his repulsed shudder as Brock practically purrs, taking his hands off of Steve's side and back and trailing them down to other places, removing clothing as Steve tries not to think about what comes next. The attempt is futile. As Steve feels the cold air hit his now exposed skin, his traitorous mind reminds him of that time Brock mentioned, the first time this happened. Not the first time Brock's dick had been inside him. No, that happened so many years ago, during the first time they had dated. And that first time had happened with Steve's full consent, unlike now. Unlike that night. As Brock grips Steve's hips tightly, Steve finds himself somewhere else. When Brock pushes him forward and pins him to the wall entirely, forcing Steve's head to turn to the side, it's like he can feel the scrape of the brick on his cheek all over again.

"I'm fine, Bucky, I promise. I was drunk and I slipped and fell, that's all. I already cleaned it up and everything." Steve had told his boyfriend the next morning. And Bucky had believed him. Of course he did. Why wouldn't he? But that's not what had happened. Not at all. That night when Steve went out drinking with Brock, that's when Brock had struck, like a predator lying in wait, waiting for the exact right moment. They had left the bar after Brock had gotten back from wherever he was. He told Steve that he was gonna take him home. There's nothing else he could've been doing anyways, right? They stopped at an alleyway two buildings away from the bar. Brock said he needed to take a leak. So, Steve stood there waiting for him, looking out at the street with blurry vision and swimming thoughts, his shoulder leaning against the brick wall of the building beside him. That was his next mistake of many that night. Keeping his back turned away from the man with him. Suddenly, he found himself pushed roughly up against that wall, pinned down.

"What the fuck, Brock? Get off of me!" Steve had slurred. Brock just laughed, the sound coming closer as the black-haired man pushed himself all the way against him. Steve's blood ran cold as he felt the hardness between Brock's legs push against him, the color draining from his face. The way he started to struggle is so different to the absolute stillness of his present self in the same situation. Then the other man is grabbing hold of the back of his jacket and pulling him backward only to slam him forward again, Steve's head bouncing off of the wall as black spots appear in his already clouded vision. But he didn't pass out. No, the universe wasn't kind enough to give him that luxury. Instead, he has to be awake to feel every single stretch and burn and scratch and bruise. Every painful, pounding thrust as Brock takes what isn't his.

For an indefinite amount of time, Steve fades away, his past and present blurring together until he doesn't know where he actually is anymore. Hot, stinging tears stream down his face, his past self's choked sobs and cries a stark contrast to his present self's resigned silence. After awhile, he starts seeing it all from a third person perspective. An out of body experience, watching his own eyes dull more and more with every push of the other man inside of him against the starry night backdrop of a memory as well as a hollow shell of himself staying still and letting himself be played with like some doll against the white wall backdrop of his current reality. Eventually, Steve just goes numb to it all. He's sure that's not exactly a good thing, but it's his only solace in this neverending cycle of pain, so he doesn't really care.

When he finally comes to again, he finds himself slumped against the wall, his legs shaking and barely keeping him upright, the feel of a lukewarm liquid dripping down his leg that he really doesn't want to think about. He can feel the tear tracts drying on his face and his nose is a bit runny.

"Get up, little Steve, time to go!" He hears Sharon say, the cheeriness in her voice teasing in the cruel kind of way. "We have guests coming over soon and Brock wants you out of here before they arrive. You know he'd love to keep you around a little longer, but business is business as they say. I'm sure you understand. Tell Sam "Hi" for me, yeah?" She giggles, all mocking and saccharine.

Steve can hear the sound of the shower from further in the apartment, which explains why Brock isn't telling Steve any of this himself. He sniffles as he pushes himself up to the best of his ability with arms just as shaky as his legs. He quickly pulls up his underwear and pants, not even bothering to give Sharon a response. Brock, he has to reply to. His little minion, he does not. He rushes out the door without a second thought, closing the door quietly behind him.

He makes it to his car as fast as he can and leaves, knowing his destination right away. But it isn't Sam he's headed to. No, Steve needs to talk to someone else. Someone who knows the full truth. The only one who knows everything besides Steve, Brock, and all of Brock's little friends. He steps on the gas and starts the almost 2-hour drive.

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By a little past 3pm, Steve arrives at the secluded two-story house surrounded by woods, parking around back with the other cars. He gets out and locks his car, stretching and wincing in the process. He walks around the house to the front door, knocking a few times. After a moment, the door opens and Steve smiles warmly at the older woman.

"Steve, hello!" She greets him, blowing a strand of her black hair out of her face, hands on her hips. "What brings you here?" She asks.

Steve chuckles softly. "Just stopping by for a chat. Is Natasha here by any chance?" He asks politely.

"Yes! Да! Of course!" She exclaims, stepping aside to let him in. "Every Sunday and Monday! But you know that, you're here with her half the time."

Steve grins, stepping across the threshold. "That's true, that's true. I just wanted to make sure. Thank you, Melina. You're always so kind." He smiles softly at her as she closes the door behind him and locks it.

"You don't need to thank me, Steve. You know you're always welcome, whether Natasha is here or not." She tells him, patting his shoulder gently. "Now, go, go. Natasha's in the kitchen. I have more work to do down in the basement. Help yourself to whatever, make yourself at home, you know the drill." She tells him, ushering him in the direction of the kitchen before walking off to the basement, where she does her work. Steve shakes his head fondly as he heads to the kitchen in search of Nat.

He steps into the kitchen doorway and knocks lightly on the doorframe with one knuckle. When Nat turns to him, he tries to give her a smile, but with just the two of them there, he can't help but let all the barely there warmth he had with Melina slip away. His small smile falters and he lets it drop immediately, his shoulders slumping.

Nat comes over to him immediately. "Oh, Steve. Tell me what happened now." She says softly, looking at him with concern and worry, just a small hint of anger in her eyes that Steve knew wasn't directed at him.

"It was so bad, Nat." Steve tells her, tears he didn't know he was still capable of producing springing to his eyes.

She goes to place a hand on his shoulder but she pulls back again when he winces, her eyes hardening. "Come on. Let's go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up while we talk about it." She says, grabbing his arm gently and tugging him away from the kitchen and towards the bathroom. Steve follows her without question, feeling relief and appreciation swell in his chest. At least I still have Natasha, he thinks gratefully. At least she's still on my side.

A/N: Tada!!! Poor Steve :(( He's going through a really tough time right now and both of our boys are just sad. But I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!! All feedback is appreciated, lemme know what you think!!! Also, just in case any of you are interested, I'm going to be posting a lil' spinoff story from this one, but it's going to focus on Yelena and Wanda!! It's not a required read to anyone who just wants to follow the Steve and Bucky side of things and vice versa!! But it all exists in the same universe and you might get lil' hints of other characters and relationships and whatnot as the story progresses. So if any of you are interested, then keep an eye out!! I'm not entirely sure when I'll be able to get it out, tbh, but I'm hoping sometime in the next month or two at the most, depending on how things go. Anyways, love y'all 💜

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you’ve been stuck with haechan for about a month. you’ve successfully avoided him for the majority of the time, he’s still a bit flirty, but he’s been pretty quiet too.

except for when he streams. did he mention that he was a streamer? unfortunately no, you had to find out the hard way.

“haechan, can you fucking tone it down?” you storm into his room after enduring half an hour of his screaming on a thursday night. “i have an essay due tomorrow and it’s 30 percent of my mar-”

you see a professional looking mic, webcam, and another monitor with what seems like comments flowing in constantly on the screen.

“oh…” you trail off taking in all the equipment in front of you as haechan looks up at you.

“oh hey, sorry about that, jeno and renjun were being noobs and i needed to teach them a lesson, chat knows. i’ll keep it down, sorry.” he turns back to his game in front of him, completely unbothered.

“yeah.. uh sorry for barging in, thanks.” you say quickly and dash out his room, hearing the other voices from his headset laugh.

your face is hot, and you feel so embarrassed. 

anyways, lesson learned.

a few days later, you were complaining to your friend about haechan on a zoom call–as usual.

this time, however, she needed to spill the tea about her thoughts.

“ma’am, what is this tension,” she jokes. “i can feel it from miles away.”

“hey!” you snap back. “need i remind you that i have a boyfriend? and haechan? ew no, he gets on my nerves too much for that.”

“oh right, your boyfriend.” she rolls her eyes.  “i think you need to visit him, you’re so uptight all the time, i’m gonna get wrinkles if you keep complaining to me about shit.”

“oh right, restrictions have been slightly lifted, i can probably go visit him.” you remember reading about it in the news.

“yep, go.” your friend sips on her iced coffee and you laugh.

the next day, you go through with your plan to go visit your boyfriend.

all prepped and ready and you were going to walk out the door before you hear haechan coming out his room.

“oh, good morning, i’ll be out for a bit, maybe the whole day.” you say to him.

“good morning.” he yawns. “look at you all dolled up and pretty, where you going?” he smirks as you roll your eyes.

“visiting my boyfriend,” you scowl out. “now if you’ll excuse me, i better get going.”

“oh great, hope you enjoy your time with him.” he smiles and you think he’s going to be nice for once. “don’t forget protection.”

you groan. of course he had to ruin it.

“thanks haechan.” you yell behind you as you walk out the door.

it takes around 1 hour to drive to your boyfriend’s university, and an additional 10 minutes to his apartment, and you’re giddy the whole time. 

you’ve missed human interaction. 

and no, lee haechan does not count. 

you’ve missed the warmth and fuzzy feeling of an embrace, of having someone’s arms around you, protecting you from the outside world. 

you couldn’t wait to get cuddles.

hopefully your boyfriend likes this surprise.

gleefully walking into the building, pressing in the password to his apartment complex. completely missing the creaking coming from his room, but as you entered, you hear the voice of another person, who was definitely not your boyfriend.

you stomp right up to the door, and push it open.

there’s two people in the bed, and your eyes glower at your boyfriend.

“what?” the girl screams, scrambling to cover herself.

“babe?” your boyfriend is frozen on the spot as the girl looks at him as if he just said the most bizarre thing ever.

“babe?” she seems angry now. “you said you were single? what the fuck?”

“yeah, i think he lied to you.” you say coldly. “do you have anything to confess, ‘babe’?”

“you’re a douche, what the fuck.” she gets up and gets dressed. “i’m so sorry, he told me he was available, i would literally never agree to sleep with anyone who’s taken.”

“yeah, it’s okay.” you say, kind of relieved, and the two stare are you like you’re an alien. “at least now i know what type of person i was dating.”

and you turn to walk out.

“wait, babe please.” your ex tries to run after you. “y/n, let me explain.”

“no need to, we’re over.” you turn to say. “you need a ride?” you ask the girl.

“yeah sure.” she says. “don’t call me.”  

“babe please, can we talk this out?”

you couldn’t believe it. you drove 1 hour to see him and he has the audacity to pull this shit and expect you to just easily forgive? nope, lesson learned.

pfft, and he said long distance would work. 

“no we can’t, now if you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere else to be.” you grab the girls arm and walk out the door, slamming it in front of your ex’s face before he can catch up.

“do you have any plans for the rest of today?” you ask the girl after entering your car. she shakes her head while you smile. “great, any bar or night club recommendations you have?”

“uhh, bar then nightclub?” she suggests. 

“i like the way you think.” you giggle. “i’m y/n btw.”

“yina.” she smiles back at you as you pull out of the parking lot. 

a few hours later, and way too many drinks in, you’re at a table with yina, spilling your deepest secrets about your relationship with your ex.

“can you believe he made me wash his socks?” you take a sip before continuing. “and with my hands too!”

“what? that’s disgusting!” she listens to you rant in disbelief.

“yeah, he said that his socks were precious and the washing machine was too harsh on the cotton or some crap.” you snicker as you recall the other stupid stuff he told you. “ah the shit i did for love.”

“men are trash,” yina says. “cheers to that.” and you both down the rest of what’s left of your drink.

fast forward another 2 hours, you’re wasted. absolutely wasted. 

yina held you back a little bit, but its no use. you needed this.

“y/n, it’s like 11 pm, you’re drunk, i’m barely sober, i think we should call someone to come and get us.” yina tries to reason with you while you shake your head.

finally after 10 minutes of bickering, you finally agree.

“here’s my phone, you can call anyone.” you rest your head on your folded hands after handing her your unlocked phone. “anyone but haechan.” you start to doze off. “anyone but haechan…”

“hbbhng” you jolt up, feeling the warmth of your own bed. 

how did you get back home?

groaning, you feel your headache. you feel the vomit coming up your throat as you gag.

you almost fall trying to get out of your covers.

“woah there, be careful.” haechan is suddenly barging into your room, holding onto you so you don’t fall on your face, guiding you to your bathroom.

you’re too nauseous to wonder why he’s even helping you or even bother screaming at him like usual.

he pats your back soothingly as you vomit into the toilet.

“there you go, that’s it. i’ve got you.” he reassures you.

“what are you even doing helping me?” you’ve washed up and downed some water, you’re 100% sober now.

“wow,” haechan chuckles, rolling his eyes. “after saving your ass last night, this is the thank you i get?”

“what do you mean you saved me?” you’re genuinely confused by what he means.

“this yina girl called me from your phone, telling me that you’re blacked out drunk in a nightclub at 11:32 PM, on a saturday. asking me to come and get you.” he says, matter-of-factly. “i call a cab, get to the nightclub, haul your ass out the club, drive yina back home, and then us. where during our commute back, you wake up, start crying, and when we get home, you’re bawling about how your boyfriend cheated and you were a dumbass for thinking he would change. remember now?”

you’re in shock.

yina called haechan? you remember clearly that you told her not to, this is so embarrassing. you even cried about your ex to him? oh dear lord you wanted to crawl back into your room into a deep pit and never come out. 

haechan must’ve noticed your distressed expression because his face turns softer.

“hey hey hey, sorry, that was a bit mean. you just got out of a relationship, that was really inappropriate of me and i do not blame you for wanting to relax a bit.” he tries to comfort you once again. you’re in even more shock by his words. “honestly, me driving you back home, and taking care of you was the least i could do. it would have been so mean if i just left you guys there.”

you wanted to burst out into tears. 

this is the nicest thing you’ve heard in about 6 months.

unfortunately, haechan doesn’t know that.

“oh gosh, jheez, i’m not helping aren’t i.” he’s panicked by your emotional state. “uhm, to make it up to you, i’ll watch one of those scary movies with you?”

your tears instantly are sucked back into your eyes in excitement.

“really?” you ask, just making sure.

“yep, ahaha.” he laughs nervously, but happy to see your mood lighten up.

“you free tonight?” bouncing up and down practically.

“yeah…” haechan is a bit scared. “aren’t you going a bit too fast though, princess? you jut got out of a relationship.”

you gasp and slap him in the arm.

“okay okay! that was a joke. yeah i’m free, i have an essay due, but i’ll be done by 6.” haechan says.

“sounds good!” you b-line for the kitchen, your stomach is completely empty. “see you then haechan!”

oh how haechan regrets his offer.

6 o’clock rolls by, and you choose “the shining” to watch with haechan. anticipating the terror it would bring him. 

and you were right.

every jumpscare, even the smallest sounds, haechan would screech in fright. the last straw for him was the knock on your door.

“AHHHH!” he screams, almost knocking the popcorn out of your hands.

“calm down, dude.” you say, standing up to open the door.

to the unfortunate sight of your ex.

“y/n?” he says, softly.

“what are you doing here? how did you find out where i lived?” you were very sure you never gave him your dorm address.

“your friend gave it to me,” the eye bags he has are very evident. “listen, can we talk?”

“no?” haechan suddenly butts into the conversation. “you literally cheated on her, she doesn’t owe you anything.”

“who are you? her rebound?” your ex frowns. 

“her roommate, and if you even bothered to keep up with y/n, you’d know.” haechan returns the frown.

“it’s between me and y/n, you have no business telling us what to do.” your ex is getting more aggressive now.

“that’s funny, i was the one who was called to drive her home while she was out drunk, i was the one who listened to her talk about how she regretted believing you again, i was the one who held her hair back when she was vomiting this morning from her hangover.” haechan again returns the energy. “you tried to contact her, but she blocked your number and you had to get her address from her friend. you never even cared to ask her beforehand, and now you wanna try and show up to seem like you care? bullshit. now if you’ll excuse us now, we have a movie to finish.” he slams the door in his face and haechan surprises you for the millionth time today.

your ex bangs on the door for about 3 minutes before giving up, and you guys sit in silence as the movie still plays.

“hey haechan.” you try and start.

“AHHH!” he screams again, scaring you this time.

“JHEEZ BRO I WAS TRYING TO START A CONVO, CHILL OUT.” you scream back.

“okay, i’m fine, yeah sorry, continue.” haechan pants out.

“thanks for that.” you say, genuinely. “not even joking, you didn’t have to do that.”

“well i did, because that dude was a douche. literally having the guts to come over here and try and ask for forgiveness after he cheats. unbelievable.”

“yeah.” you fiddle with your fingers anxiously.

“i like this side of you,” haechan breaks the awkwardness. “you’re usually uptight, little-miss-perfect, and cranky, so i like this raw side of you.”

“mhm, i realized that now. sorry for being such a bitch.” you admit.

“no, i honestly deserve it. but i hope we can be friends now, it would be great to have real conversations with someone, you know?” he says.

“seriously?” you hit him in the chest as he chuckles.

“i’m joking! i swear. but seriously, friends?” he asks.

“yeah, friends.” 

and that’s where it started.

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[sallyf4ce]

wolves

chapter III

-> sallyfacexf!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, abuse, violence

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) wakes up early to avoid sally. sally’s upset that he did something wrong yesterday. (y/n)’s first meeting with travis isn’t the nicest.

The incessant beeping of your alarm tugs you out of your dreamless sleep.

The sticky tears on the ground remind you of yesterday’s events, but you disregard them. All you want to do is take a shower, throw on your jacket and get out the door. You slowly clamber up off the ground and across the living room to turn off the alarm. After making sure it’s not on snooze, you drag your sore body to the shower. It smells like smoke and lots of cleaning supplies. This place is fucking gross. Is it even monday?’ you check the calendar. It is, in fact, monday. You strip and turn the shower handle.

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You're so glad that you chose to wake up early. Usually kids this far from school drive or get picked up by the bus, but you prefer to use your skateboard. That’s why you get up at 6:30, so you have enough time to get ready and get to school on time. Sanity’s fall quietly played as you washed your breakfast plate and cup, brushing grease residue off the greyish porcelain. You wonder if Sal is awake yet. Probably not. You know, waking up early ensures that you won't see him in the morning. The guy’s not that bad, his eyes just freak you out a little.

Pulling the pink glove off your prosthetic, you wipe your hands with a towel and move to the closet to put your shoes on.

“Jacket, jacket, jacket, jacket.” you mumble, eyebrows knitted. “Where are you?” oh, right, you left it in your room.. With poppy. Was that even her name? You kind of just decided it for her.

Alright, don't be a pussy. Just go in and grab the jacket. You sucked in a breath and opened the door to your room.

“Eeh! A teenager! What’s your name, little lady?” her blond ponytail bounced with every sentence. This was the first time you could get a good look at her. She didn't really have feet, just bloody stumps where they used to be.

“Holy fuck, you’re so loud!” your hands covered your ears.

“Ahh, so sorry! I haven't used my voice in years.” she coughs.

“S’ fine... Can I just- just grab my jacket?” you point at the green pile amidst the boxes all around the room. You didn't get a chance to set up.

“Go ahead!” she nods and smiles.

“Alright. uh, listen, lady. This-” you motion towards the whole room. “Is my room. I live here now. I get that you, like, can't leave this place and shit, but could you maybe sit quietly while i set up later? I really need to clean my room up. I’ll set up a little chair place for you or whatever, so you could sleep at night.” you mumble the last part, embarrassed about your hospitality.

“I can’t sleep.” she smiles, her teeth surprisingly shiny for a ghost’s. God, she’s so preppy that you forgot she’s dead.

“Pretend to then, i dont fucking know. Alright, i have to go. Just… don't cause trouble.” grabbing the jacket, you begin shutting the door. “My name’s (y/n), by the way.”

You can hear her squeals as you leave the apartment. You decide to take the elevator because you don't feel like running down the stairs with a heavy ass bag on your back.. Stepping in, you press the main floor button. It looks like there’s a bit of sticky stuff around it. gross. Syrup? You hoped so.

The elevator dings and you step out, heading out the front doors. It’s cloudy. Again. Not a surprise, really. Keeping your eyes on the gravel, you set down your skateboard and begin your journey to school.

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Sal’s point of view:

“She probably went on without us, man. Don’t know why you're worrying so much.'' Larry leaned back into the bus seat.

“It’s not that, Larry face. Yesterday, when we left…” was it my fault? Did i scare her? Did she see my face through the mask? Fuck.

“What is it? Spit it out, sally dude.” he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and puffed the smoke out the window.

“I think i scared her, larry. I think she saw my face.” i let out a shaky breath. God, everything was going good. Why the fuck does this stupid face ruin everything?

“Did you- did you take your mask off?” he sat up in the seat, eyes wide.

“No. She probably saw it through my mask.”

“I still dont get it. Explain more, dude.”

“She looked so scared. We made eye contact, and she, like, panicked. Her eyes widened and then she threw me out. It was definitely my eyes. We were fine the whole night, i dont know why she freaked out.”

Larry let out a long hum. He was probably trying to piece things together. Anyway, she definitely went to school earlier than us. I can ask her about it there.

“Woah, sally face. Calm down or you’ll go bald.” larry’s hands pulled mine off my pigtails. Huh, i didnt even notice.

“Thanks, dude. I think we’re here.”

Your point of view:

It was around eight o’clock by the time you arrived. Kids were already piling out of buses and cars, standing by the school’s entrance and conversing with their friends. You definitely felt some eyes on you. That was expected, though. They didnt recognize you, and nockfell didnt seem like a town with many new people. Thinking back to yesterday, sal and larry mentioned some bully kid. Probably wouldnt be hard to spot him.

“Watch it, goth freak!” a pair of hands gripped onto your shoulders.

Ah, what a coincidence.

“Get the fuck off me, fucking prick.” he twitched as you gripped onto his hands and pushed him away.

“Is that a metal hand? Ha, you’re a fucking cripple! How pathetic.” he chuckled. Blond hair draped itself across his forehead, definitely not complimenting the purple shade of his shirt and eye. School fight? or daddy issues? Who knows. I mean, you’re not one to speak, your dad’s literally dead.

“Let me guess, you’re that bully fucker they talked about. God, isnt there enough troubled kids in Nockfell?” you rolled your eyes, just wanting to get to school.

When you said you had bad luck, you really meant it, because all of a sudden, his fist landed on your face.

Are you fucking serious?

You just moved here yesterday and you’ve already been fucked up twice. You can’t keep taking hits, (y/n)! You gotta dish some out!

Sighing in disbelief, you reached out to your gushing nose.

“Mother.” you flicked the blood off your prosthetic hand. “Fucker.”

At this, travis bolts. You drop your bag and get back on your skateboard, weaving through the crowd to get to that shrimpy little fuck.

“I’m so fucking done with nockfell.” blood trails down the side of your face as you lock your eyes on the blond mop of hair in front of you.

Do you jump? Or let him get away?

Nah, you jump.

The skateboard shoots out beneath you as you kick off. He lets out a strangled cry as you land on his back and send him to the concrete. A few whoops can be heard from the kids far behind you.

“Fuck, i’m sorry! Get off me!” he scrambles beneath you.

“Now you’re fucking sorry?”

He doesnt say anything. You slowly climb off, keeping a hand on his neck.

“Pussy.” a snicker escapes you.

“What’d you just-” the hand on his neck squeezes tighter and shuts him up.

“What’s your name again?”

“Tr-travis, fuck.”

“Travis, huh? Well, travis-”

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on Travis?”

Sal’s point of view:

Me and larry were getting off the bus when we heard a bunch of cheering. Weird. I looked in the direction larry was staring. Hold on, that’s travis and some other kid on top of him.

“Sally face! I think that’s fucking (Y/n)! Holy shit!” larry shakes my shoulder. That’s actually her! What is she doing on travis?

“Larry, c’mon, we have to go get her off!” i try pulling him away, but he doesnt budge.

“No way, man! I wanna see her beat him up! She’s doing what you won’t let me do!” he smiles wide. Fuck, i guess i’ll just have to go alone. Larry frowns as i drop my bag and begin running towards them. I’m not letting her get in trouble on the first day. I hear her say something to him as i come closer.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on travis?”

She looks up in surprise. Holy shit, she’s bleeding!

“I’ve gotten fucked up twice in the past 24 hours. I’m not letting this fuck get away with it.” She snarls. As bad as i feel, she’s kind of attractive, bloody and feral like that. God, what the fuck? Not time for this, sal.

“Oh my god, (y/n)! Here, uh, get up and i’ll take you to the office.”

Your point of view:

You look back at travis. There’s a visible blush on his face, and he’s staring straight at sally.

Oh.

OH.

A smirk forms on your face.

“No thanks, porcelain face. Me and blondie here will go by ourselves. Right?”

He growls, but you tighten your grip on his neck again and he nods.

“Uh, okay. Do you want me to take your skateboard or something?” Sal scratches his head and changes the topic. Just a sliver of jealousy can be found in him, but he is grateful for the nickname. It suits him.

Your expression darkens for a second, all of a sudden feeling possessive of your skateboard. He’s not touching it. It was your dad’s.

“No. Take my bag or something.” you nod towards it by the entrance of the school, where it sits. He obeys and gets up to pick up your bag. You pull travis up with you, blood dripping down your shirt and an arm around his shoulders. Sal’s quite a bit away at this point.

“You gay?” you hum. Travis’s back straightens and fear flashes through his eyes. How did you know? How the fuck did you know?

“No! Fuck you, you’re just a pussy who thinks she knows everything-” he starts yelling, trying to get away, but you interrupt him.

“God, shut up. You’re making my head hurt more. It’s okay, you know. I wont fucking tell anyone about your little self exploration journey.” you pat him on the back and he flushes.

“Fuck, you’re so sappy it’s disgusting.”

“I’m not gonna be a dick to someone because of their sexuality, fuckass. I’m not that low. Let’s get to the school.”

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[1engele]

daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 8. solo

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[warnings: underage drinking, smoking, weed, near death experience?, crying]

"never have i dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul." — You leave the roof late in the night. Sal had gotten up and retreated into his apartment a little while earlier—but you'd decided to stay and make sure he didn't come back there.

Three days pass. They all consist of fleeting glances and irresolute tension. Things remain the same with the group dynamic, except for between you and Sal. Neither of you seem to know how to continue from that conversation on the roof. No one else notices, though. They'd never suspected anything from the beginning, it seems.

The beginning of your involvement with Sal involved a little bit of buildup and then a snap which resulted in a sexual encounter (or two).

Now it was a bit different. Now things were a little less lighthearted.

It's a Saturday—you'd planned to spend it inside as usual. That's until your phone starts ringing.

You flip your phone open, read over the contact, and answer the call.

"Hi, Ash."

"Y/N," she starts. You hear the excitement to continue in her voice. "There's a party tonight."

"Oh?" You get up from your seat on your bed.

"Some stoner Larry has connections with invited him and said to bring friends. He wants to bring us—save for Todd. He doesn't do parties."

"Wait," your eyebrows furrow. "Me?"

"Yeah!" She says from the other end of the line. "It'll be fun. Cmon."

You bite your lip nervously, anxiety knotting in your stomach. "I don't know. I've never really.."

Ashley is momentarily silent on the other line. She must be contemplating what to say to convince you. "Sal's coming too. Parties aren't necessarily his thing, either—so maybe you guys could try it out together?"

You open your mouth and then promptly close it. Something inside of you suddenly really wanted to go to this party. "Um... alright. Okay."

"Cool! What're you gonna wear?"

You look toward the drawer that contained your clothes and bit your lip. "Not sure yet. I'll update you on that."

"Okay, don't forget to text me! See you at eight."

The call declined from the other line. The phone that held the phone to your ear slipped into your lap. You pressed your lips together and tried to ignore the familiar feeling of sickening nausea and anxiety.

You don't rush yourself on getting ready for the party, because the time you're due to be done won't be for a while.

You take your time with the hours you have. You shower, take your time on eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss—and finally decide on what you'll wear.

You decide on a square neck white cropped tank with short sleeves and your nicest pair of light blue, slightly washed out jeans. You slid on your favorite, sort of chunky white sneakers over white socks.

It isn't long after you finish when Ashley calls and informs you she's arrived at the apartments and Larry and Sal have already joined her out in the car. You give yourself a once-over in the mirror and then leave the apartment.

Your mother was nowhere to be found. She's either at work or drinking with her coworkers.

Once you've opened the door and climbed into the Ford Fiesta, you immediately realize your predicament—Sal is the only person in the backseat with you.

The drive there is decently long and painfully tense. Neither you nor Sal know how to speak to each other, so no words are exchanged beneath the heavy metal music emitting from the radio.

When you finally arrive at the party, it's recognizably crowded, drunken teenagers are flowing from the front door, in and out, and there's a good amount on the lawn. The newest radio hit is playing on a considerably loud speaker, and the vibrations are notable even from a distance.

"Woah," Larry says, staring at the house as Ashley pulls onto the side of the road. "Didn't realize he was so popular."

You all exit the Ford Fiesta and cross the road. You cringe as you watch someone vomit onto the grass, and another person ripping from a bong in the wide open.

Smoke flies into your face and your eyes as you enter the home. You cough, waving a hand as you blindly follow after your friends.

Eventually, the four of you find yourself on two couches directly facing each other. You on one, Larry and Ashley on the other. Sal is stood to the side.

Larry materializes a bottle of Fireball that you guessed he stole from someone on the way in, opens the cap with his teeth, and takes several gulps.

"Where did you get that?" Ashley laughs over the music, pulling the sleeves of her lavender sweater over her hands.

"Stole it," he looks to Sal and directs the bottle toward him. "Want some?"

"Sure," Sal replies, to your surprise—taking it from Larry's grasp and walking away and in your direction.

"You're drinking that?" You ask him, testing the waters.

"No, actually," you watch Sal round to the other side of the couch to linger behind you. "I'm limiting him. He'll thank me later."

Once he's out of your field of vision, you tip your head back and gaze up at him—your perspective on him being upside down. Your gaze zeroes in on the bottle of Fireball he's clutching in his hand.

"Hey," you say, meeting his eyes. "Give me some."

It was time to give him that excuse—the excuse to break the ice.

He leans in a bit, gesturing toward you with the bottle. "You want it?"

A grin pulls at your glossed lips. Instead of reaching for the bottle, you open your mouth and tilt your chin up.

Sal looks on for a moment but laughs once he realizes what you want. Everyone else at the couches seem decently distracted with each other and the overall environment—so he doesn't seem to worry about it too much.

He reaches his hand around and towards your neck, gripping your jaw in his fingers and holding you firmly. You feel his cold rings press into your skin when he tips your head further back just a bit—and then steadily pours a shot-amount of Fireball into your mouth with his other hand.

Sal stops at the right time, looks on as you pull back and sit up, and cautiously watches the back of your head as you assumedly swallow the whisky. But when you turn a bit in your seat to peer at him over your shoulder, you're holding your mouth closed and pressing a closed fist to your lips while soundlessly giggling.

"What?" He laughs, a hand moving to the top of the couch. He leans in a bit. "Can you not swallow it?"

Your shoulders shake slightly as you continue to laugh. You shake your head up and down.

"Do you need to spit it out?" Sal asks, his tone warming into concern.

You shake your head from side to side. You meet his eyes and swallow, gasping as the liquid slides down your throat and burns all the way down. You cough, the flavor of cinnamon and what tasted like Big Red gum overloaded your senses.

"God," you breathe out, giggling all the while. The alcohol is gross but you're feeling good. "It's not great."

"Yeah, that's why I'm holding Larry off, so he won't be puking his guts out later."

You look up to the boy, who's sat on the arm of the couch opposite to you. He's busy talking to some equally stoned guy, so you can't manage to catch his eye—but you catch Ashley's.

She had this look of astonishment on her face.

Had she been watching what happened? When Sal poured Fireball in your mouth?

Your face grew hot thinking about it.

Sal wanders away from you again, and you find yourself drinking more than you should. Eventually, your rationality disappears.

It's been a few hours and Sal hasn't seen you for a while. So when he hears about a girl wearing a white crop top walking across the roof of the house, he feels like he's going to vomit.

It takes him a record time of 6 seconds to get out of the door and onto the lawn. Upon looking up at the roof, his suspicions are confirmed. He shoulders past multiple people to place himself near the front of the crowd and gazes up in horror.

"Sal!" You yell, gesturing toward him with something between a wave and a point. "I'd recognize that hair anywhere!"

Multiple heads within the crowd turn away from you and towards him. He puts aside his social anxiety and the wave of unease that washes over his body and tries to focus on you. "Please come down," he rushes out, raising his voice just enough for it to be audible over the crowd.

You laugh like he's told a hilarious joke and he quickly realizes his mistake. That's the worst thing he could've told your intoxicated self. You move toward the edge of the roof, shaky and uncoordinated. "You want me to jump?"

"No!" He exclaims, his hands flying up, fingers splayed. "No. Don't do that!"

"Holy shit!" He hears Larry shout from somewhere closer to the front door of the house. Sal guesses he's just now catching wind of the current situation. Moments after, both of his brunette friends are at his side.

"What the hell is going on?!" Ashley yells, verdant eyes glued to the sight before them.

You lost your balance once again, but this time a bit worse—your foot catching on a shingle on the roof and effectively knocking the red solo cup out of your hand. It dropped onto the downward slope of the roof and the liquor inside of it spilled down the side.

Whenever Sal witnessed the toe of your white sneaker catch onto that shingle, he felt as though his very soul had been ripped from his body. Immediately after he watched you regain your footing and stable yourself, though—his heartbeat calmed to a steadier pace.

"I'm going up there," he stated beneath the chatter.

Both Ashley and Larry's heads whipped toward him.

"You'll kill yourself!" Larry exclaims incredulously. Ashley opens her mouth to assumedly second Larry's statement, but Sal cuts her off by walking away.

"Not before she does," he mutters, pushing his way through the density of bodies and forcing his way through the front door. His senses are disoriented like he's been submerged beneath water as the volume of the music scratched at his eardrums and pulsed the innards of his skull. Adrenaline courses through his blood like a drug whilst he shoulders past both mindlessly drunk and carelessly high teenagers.

Sal doesn't spare them a second glance, but their unconcern does remain in his mind. The fact that they're continuing their lives while he feels as though something that's growing into something of importance in his is about to be taken from him... it's mind-numbing.

He's never been an optimistic person, he's always tried to view things in the way they're most likely to happen—and all that's beneath that two-story house is a long drop and concrete. If you fall, you'll break your head open and you'll die.

He finally makes it to the stairs. He makes a break for it then, tripping over his own feet multiple times. Anything could happen in this amount of time, and he knew no one else was going to help him.

Sal's thoughts grow more and more disordered as he navigates the dark halls of the house. The music seems to have only grown louder, the deafening mixture of guitar and drums taunting him.

He remembers the window on the outside of the house. Sal estimates which room it would be, locates it, and approaches the door. He turns the knob, but it doesn't fully rotate.

The door is locked from the inside. Of course. Who would have a party and leave the bedroom unlocked so people could fuck all over your comforter?

He bites out a curse only he hears and prepares himself to force the door open.

Sal grabs the doorknob tightly, prepares himself, and rams the side of his body into the wood. He doesn't even feel the pain, just does it again, and again.

He goes until that half of his body is numb.

The door finally budges, and he wastes no time entering the room. He doesn't hesitate when he reaches the double-hung window he'd been seeking. He grips it at the bottom and pulls it up and open, clenching his teeth together painfully.

Sal stares out at the vastness of the night, the golden streetlights, and how they shine down on the crowd of people below him. They all seem to be looking at the same place, up, but not at him—and he can only swallow thickly.

Carefully, Sal moves to sit on the windowsill, gripping what was above him tightly, his legs outside. He then ducks to leave the room and shivers as cool air hits the front of his neck.

He starts walking the roof, steadily—like his life depends on it. Because.. it does.

Or yours. Yours depends on it.

"Y/N!" Sal calls as he finally reaches a point where you're in his line of sight. Momentarily, he's worried he'd scared you. But you turn your head, meet his eyes, and smile. Despite that, your face spells fear all over it. Something must have sobered you up a bit while he'd been inside.

"I'm going to come to you. Do not walk towards me!"

You blink lazily, because you were drunk, and nodded. You shivered, hugging yourself. It didn't seem to do much, though. Your arms were bare.

"Fuck," he breathes, gazing down at the fall that could await him if he misstepped and immediately reverted his gaze. Blood rushes between his ears as he steadily makes his way towards you.

"Please don't fall!" You suddenly exclaim, your hair tussling in the breeze. A strand blows over your face, so you quickly raise a hand to move it back in place.

He looks up from his feet and stares you in the eyes. "I won't," he affirms, you and himself, continuing across the roof. "Just stay put, okay?"

It doesn't take long to get over to you. He's mostly sober, so it isn't hard on that part. What's difficult is calming his steady heart.

He's not scared of falling. Not necessarily scared of injury or death. But he is scared of not making it to you.

Once he's at an arms reach of your shaking form, he reaches out a hand, palm facing the darkness of the sky.

You seem to read his mind, slowly grabbing his hand. Sal maneuvers your joint hands to where your palms press together and your fingers are interlaced. He doesn't know if it's the blood rushing through his ears or the distance from the ground, but it's as if everything below becomes very quiet.

You meet his gaze, your pretty eyes glossy with tears. The eyeliner you were wearing had just begun to collect beneath your lower lash line.

He squeezes your hand and leads you to be in front of him.

It's not long after that that he's gotten you off of the roof. Sal watches you slip through the open window before turning toward the density of people beneath him on the ground. He breathes in as he catches both Larry and Ashley's eyes—he can't read their expressions, but he wouldn't be surprised if there was shock written all over it—and then ducks back into the window.

As soon as the window is shut and it meets the windowsill once more, Sal whips his head toward you. "Y/N-"

Before he'd saw your face, and the language of your body as you were sat on the edge of the bed, he was going to scold you, and then go downstairs and find you some water and sober you up—all of that falls down the drain when he sees the stream of tears falling down your face. Every time you blink, more drop—quickly staining your cheeks with black makeup.

"Oh," he breathes, suddenly speechless. "Y/N-"

You attempt at taking a breath in, it seems—but it's a failure because it hitches and turns into a shoulder-shaking sob.

"I'm sorry," you cry, roughly dragging the tips of your fingers beneath your eyes. This only smears the running mascara further. "I'm just drunk."

Sal momentarily feels like breaking down in tears himself, that's how much this entire ordeal stressed him out. He approaches your trembling body and crouches down in front of you.

"Hey," he says, softly. "It doesn't matter whether or not you're intoxicated. Your feelings still matter, okay?"

You sniffle, still attempting to wipe your tears away, and reluctantly nod. "I'm sorry," you try again.

He places his hands on your knees and squeezes them firmly. "It's okay."

You jerk into a sob, leaning forward and pressing the side of your face on his shoulder. You slowly tuck your arms beneath his and cross them over the expanse of his back, palms flat on each shoulder blade. The convulsive gasps were hard to stop, making it hard to breathe.

Sal breathed out softly against the prosthetic, raising his arms and encasing them around your torso.

He didn't wonder about the reason for your tears. Assuming things wouldn't help you anymore.

"I don't know why I did that," you whisper, quieting yourself to swallow your saliva. "Maybe I do. I think I was trying to prove something to myself."

He finds himself holding you tighter, your chest pressed to his, feeling your heartbeat through the fabric that separated you both—oddly enough, even at this moment, it reminds him of that night in the car. You had been even closer to him then, though.

"It was stupid," you murmured. "Why would I do that, after what we had talked about last night?"

"What if we jumped together?" he remembers saying.

"Some things can't be explained," he replies earnestly. "You don't need to know why you did what you did. It was stupid, though. I'd probably walk across the roof of a two-story house for you again, but.."

You pull back and meet his eyes, your face wet. The majority of your makeup had been cried off and your lipgloss had been smudged.

You must've sensed his examination, breaking the visual contact and sniffling. "I know I look ridiculous right now."

Sal smiles. He knows she can't see it, but maybe she'll hear it. "I don't think so," he murmurs, looking off to the side. "I think that's a bathroom. You can clean up in there if you want."

You follow his gaze and then return your eyes to his and laugh a bit. You still sound drunk, he notes. Obviously. He'd poured a good amount of Fireball into your mouth and watched you drink plenty of other things.

"Feels kinda weird using a stranger's bathroom," you laugh, your breath hitching from the earlier crying.

Sal rolls his eyes humorously, gripping your knees tighter as he pulls himself off of the floor. "The guy who lives here is Larry's friend—and a stoner. I doubt he'd mind. And if he does get mad, I'll take responsibility for it. I forced that door through, anyway.."

Your gaze swivels toward the door, which is not shut but mostly closed. When he glances to where you're looking, he notices it seems a bit.. crooked.

He inwardly cringes. "I'll pay for it. Come on."

Sal follows you into the bathroom. You seem reluctant to enter first, so he does, opening the door and reaching to the side to turn the lights on. They do what they're supposed to—eventually. They're momentarily unresponsive before becoming alive—the illumination brightening the room with a dull yellow hue.

You step onto the tile and began to search for whatever it was you needed. You kneeled at one of the cabinets below the sink, opened it, and ducked your head lower.

"Oh!" You exclaim quietly, reaching in and pulling out two things. A bottle of half-empty makeup remover and a bag of some cotton rounds.

"Maybe he has a girlfriend?" He hears you say to yourself, standing up, nudging the cabinet closed with your foot, and placing the things you found beside the sink.

Sal reaches over and closes the door. He'd rather not have to witness the sight of some drunkards wandering in and fooling around on the bed.

"Lock it," you say. "I'd rather no one- no one see me like this."

His hand was already on the doorknob, so he just reaches down a bit and locks the door.

He watches you struggle a bit with the bag of cotton rounds, trying but failing to open it, so he reaches forward and delicately plucks it out of your grasp.

Sal slides the makeup remover over and pats the place on the counter it was previously. "Sit."

You peer into his eyes inquisitively but waste no time hoisting yourself up and onto the cold surface.

After that, he plucks the bottle of makeup remover off of the counter and douses the cotton round in the liquid. He reaches forward from the distance that your knees created between the both of you, but you spread your thighs and press the heel of your shoe into his lower back, pulling him in so he's between your legs.

Sal doesn't see it suggestively, because you're drunk—but he's glad you asked him to lock the door because, with his luck, Larry or Ashley would find their way into the bathroom and get all of the wrong ideas.

The firmness just beneath his navel presses into the edge of the counter as he cups one side of your face and began wiping away at the eyeliner and mascara and everything it messed up.

"Thank you," you say sweetly, blinking at him with appreciation in your eyes. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"

He remembers a silhouette. Her back was turned to him, golden hair cascading just past her shoulder blades. He remembers blue eyes that looked a lot like his own staring into a mirror, a hand which adorned a wedding ring wiping away makeup from the day.

"Read it on the label of the bottle," he replies, meeting your eyes and looking away.

As he's finishing up, he hears a rapping of knuckles against the locked door. He tosses the used cotton rounds into a trash bin in the corner and then locks eyes with you curiously.

"Occupied," he calls out, still looking at you. The knocking only gets louder, which makes you laugh.

"He said it's occupied!" You yell over the unintelligible music downstairs, your words breaking into a giggle. You press your knees against his waist, and he doesn't even realize it when his hands meet your thighs.

The knocking ceases, fading into a voice. "Is that you guys in there?"

Fucking Larry. Speak of the goddamn devil—that's what he would've said if he'd come knocking sooner.

The both of you seem to be thinking the same thing, locking eyes in terror. You quickly get off of the counter, and Sal unlocks the door and swings it open.

Sure enough, he's standing there—in all of his glory and highness. Larry blinks, the whites of his glossy eyes tinted red. He looks between the both of you before speaking. "Why were.."

"I had to pee," You choose to deadpan.

Sal feels himself grow even paler than he already is. "I came in.. after.. that."

Larry intakes a mouthful of whatever is in the red solo cup he's holding in his tan, lanky fingers, and swallows thickly. "Okay," he croaks, instinctively cringing as the alcohol passed through his chest. He gestured the cup toward you. "Uh..crazy stunt you pulled up there, huh?"

Sal saw your face shift in his peripheral vision. "Huge lapse of judgment," you reply.

"Nobody could tell who you were, so don't worry about that," the brunette smiles a bit. He returns his attention to Sal. "They've started playing country," sure enough, Sal hears the sound of a banjo from the speakers downstairs, effectively punctuating Larry's statement.

"Yeah.." Larry mumbles, sipping his drink and looking up and through his eyebrows. "Ash said to come find you guys so we can leave."

It doesn't take much, after that.

As you're leaving, Larry pulls the door open and furrows his brow at the condition of the hinges. "Wow. How old is this thing?" He mumbles.

Sal hears you snort.

The three of you descend the stairs, skirting past countless teenagers standing on the steps drinking or smoking. Sal makes the mistake of letting you fall behind and feels you stumble and smack him in the back. It's easy to steady himself, quickly gripping the railing—but he's concerned about you, so he turns around.

A guy with a cigarette balancing in his teeth is eying you with frustration pulling at his features. His gaze pulls from your face and down your body absentmindedly.

"Watch it," he murmurs.

"Sorry," you breathe, jerking your head away and meeting Sal's eyes worriedly. Keep walking, you express in the hues of your eyes.

Sal reaches forward and interlaces your fingers with his as he'd done on the roof. He makes a show of it, too—so the guy with the cigarette sees the rings on both of his hands. Sal gives him a distinct look when they lock eyes, rolls his jaw, and lets you lead him down the stairs, instead of the other way around.

By the time you're all nearly shot from weaving through the multitude of sweaty bodies and navigating through plumes of smoke thicker than fog, the three of you find Ashley petting what he'd assume is the host's dog.

No one questions it.

"You good to drive?" Larry asks, placing his cup on a nearby surface.

"Oh, yeah," she rises from her crouch beside the dog. The animal walks away, his golden tail wagging excitedly at the next person who would give him pets. "A gross sip of something put me off of drinking tonight a while earlier. And, uh.. the whole roof thing dried me out."

You sigh. "I'm sorry about that. It sobered me up, too."

She shakes her head, a wispy strand of light brown hair falling over her face. "It was stupid, yes, and I hope you don't do it again, but all that matters now is that you're safe."

Ashley blinks kind green eyes at you and smiles, reaching forward, taking your hand, and leading you away. Sal hears you laugh and follow after her as both of you head for the front door.

He turns to look at Larry once he loses sight of both of you in the crowd. He examines Sal with bleary dark eyes and looks as though he's about to say something, but he doesn't get to.

Even over the blaring country music, Sal hears a yell and then some fearful shouting. He whips around toward the sounds, which were toward the front of the house.

Red and blue flashing lights shine through the windows.

"Shit!"

"Ah, fuck," Larry groaned, nimbly wrapping his fingers around Sal's wrist and dragging him into the density of the panicked crowd. "Did you see where they went?"

Sal shakes his head. "No," he knows you're intoxicated. Panic settles in. He chews his lip, his eyes desperately scamming for a girl wearing a white top squared at the neck—you. "Y/N's had a lot to drink, Larry. If the police-"

"Don't worry about the Five-O, let's worry about the girls," Larry replies absentmindedly, keeping his firm hold on Sal.

"They must've gone to the Ford," Sal shouts over the music, which, for some reason, is still playing. "We were leaving anyway. I'm sure they're in the car."

Larry releases Sal and motions toward the back of the house. "There's a back door. I'll text Ashley and tell her to drive down the block and we can meet them on foot."

It was an agreeable plan. Waltzing out of the house and walking straight up to the car wouldn't be wise.

Larry does what he'd said he'd do. Turns out, Sal was right, they had made it to the car moments before the police had rolled up. Ashley informed him it was two squad cars and four officers. Seemed like overkill for a house party—but he wouldn't know. He didn't do this often.

When Larry was on the phone, Sal was very tempted to ask about Y/N, but refrained.

On the way to the back door, they crossed through the kitchen. Larry snatched an unopened bottle of alcohol of a brand Sal didn't recognize and carried it along with him for the road.

As soon as they made it out of the house, they both made a break for it, running between houses and into multiple different backyards on their way.

They slowed down once they were at a measurable distance from the party, gasping for air. Sal panted against the prosthetic, placing his hands on his knees and slowing his gasps into slow breaths, attempting to calm his racing heart.

They stood on the side of the road, the music in the distance (albeit a lot quieter) still pounding into the night.

Sal lowered himself down onto the curb. Larry joined him, raising the bottle he'd chose to bring with him to his mouth, and opened the steel cap with his teeth. He spits it onto the road and gestures it toward Sal.

"Bottoms up," he said, bringing it to his lips and taking several gulps.

Sal rolled his eyes playfully, eyebrows rising as Ashley's Ford Fiesta cruised down the road and slowed to a stop in front of them. He stood up from the curb and pulled Larry off of it as well.

They entered the car, sliding into the backseat. Larry continued to down the beer he'd found as Ashley turned around in her seat.

"The night's still young," she says. "Any ideas of what we could do?"

It's really not. Sal's a bit disoriented so he doesn't know what time it is but he wouldn't be surprised if it was 3 AM.

You then turn around in the passenger seat and grin mischievously. "Let's go to the lake."

Oh, great.