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spinda-draws · 2 years

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The Borg of Both Worlds Ch. 8

Synopsis || After being defeated once and for all, Hacker decides the only thing for him to do is go to the real world and give the Earth brats a bit of grief. Jackie ends up being the main target for his new spree of mischief, but could there be more to the borg than meets the eye? (thank you @permanent-beta-bag-of-water for helping me edit all the parts so far)

Hacker studied the flier Alliyah had given him again. What exactly had he agreed to? Some kind of fair? He hated fairs. All the yelling and sticky little kids. It made him feel ill. Why couldn’t she have asked to go to a five star resort with a pool and buffet? They could have had a wonderful time, Earth brat tag along or not.

Unfortunately for him, he’d been the one to make the offer and there was no backing out now. ‘Twould be his burden to bear.

He folded the slip of paper back up into a little square and went back to buffing the already glistening hood of his convertible. Oh, how he missed his mean-mobile. This Earth car was a sorry substitute. He had looked into the possibility of upgrading it for nautical travel, but after being laughed out of several mechanic shops decided to abandon his dreams of Europe for the moment. If only he had the tools to make the parts himself, Motherboard would be tasting his dust right now.

Yet even if he could go as far as the spherical shape and dominating gravitational force of the site would allow, would he? Since his sudden realization it would mean an end to his acquaintance with the Earth brat’s creator, he wasn’t so sure. Through the brief time they’d known each other, he’d come to the conclusion that Aaliyah was a delight, brilliant and someone he never quite got enough of. If he hadn’t accidentally confessed to being tech savvy himself, would have very much liked to have her over to set up his computer.

Hacker glanced up at the Earth brat who was sitting in the back seat, a bag clutched tightly against her chest, her gaze fixed on him as if ready to pounce. Aaliyah was still getting ready inside the house, sticking him temporarily with her inferior offspring.

Although he still preferred this one to the other two, today she seemed to be in an odd funk over something. Whatever it was, he didn’t let himself dwell on it. The psychology of Earth brats was seldom in his desire to comprehend. At least she wasn’t hounding him with questions.

He got in through the driver’s side, angling the rear view mirror towards himself as he began combing back and gelling his wig. He’d managed to pick up a pretty good bottle the day before as well as a new, lavender striped button down with a lemon colored polka-dotted bow tie. The overall effect of which made him look singularly roguish. Or, at least as roguish as a human was capable of looking.

The fact that he’d lost his healthy green complexion upon coming to Earth still caused him a significant amount of grief. Not to mention the pitiful current state of his chin. He almost considered popping back into Cyberspace, just for the benefit of seeing his handsome self in the mirror again.

“What’s the hold up?” he asked the Earth brat impatiently, twisting the mirror back into position. The longer he had to stare the worse it got.

“She probably forgot where she put them,” was the reply from the offspring.

The excuse wasn’t too difficult for the borg to buy. The night she’d attempted to show him her college portfolio, they’d had to call a rain check because she hadn’t been able to find where she put the thing. There was an airy nonchalance to the way she carried herself that had initially made him wonder if her hardware was indeed in functioning condition.

But he reminded himself she was human and so couldn’t be blamed for such things. In a way he almost found it endearing. He remembered Coop had been the same way.

Hacker gave the kid in the backseat another glance, if only because she had continued to stare at him so intently. It was as if she wanted to say something, but wasn’t so sure how to start. He recalled seeing a similar look on Buzz and Delete when trying to conceal the fact they’d just ruined his latest scheme.

He still hadn’t forgotten what she’d been on the verge of saying the other day. That she’d discussed something with Motherboard during her visit to Cyberspace. No doubt his former employer had cooked up some sort of scam to get him to go home.

He didn’t have time to question though as the favored of his human acquaintances hurried outside with her belongings. Hacker slid on a pair of shades, acknowledging her arrival with a tilt of the head filled with suavity.

“What are you done up all fancy for?” she laughed, sliding into the backseat. “It’s not a school day. Saving up those nerd points?” She gave him back a little smile as she fingered his polka-dotted bow tie.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I was trying to find the right tapes.” She let out an exasperated sigh as she slid a box of cassettes onto the front passenger side.

His slight disappointment by her decision not to sit up front was slightly lifted as he flipped through her collection. It was a treasure trove of classic rock he could have only dreamed of acquiring in Cyberspace. He excitedly picked out a tape and slid it into the car’s radio, turning it up all the way so it would be heard above the roar of the wind once they got on the freeway.

As the song began, he glanced up at the rear view mirror, pleased to find Aaliyah seeming to meet his gaze through it. They both seemed to recognize the instrumental score and as soon as the lyrics began didn’t delay in harmonizing. He could see Sunshine next to her mother, shrinking up at their duet. If only this universe didn’t have so many rules, he’d put her behind the wheel so he and Aaliyah could rendezvous in the backseat.

After about a dozen numbers, the cassette reached the end of its roll. He was about to reach for the box and put in another when he heard Aaliyah speak. “Remember when we used to do this?” She was talking to the kid.

She had gotten out a thick tipped, neon color pen from her bag and started to scribble over her daughter’s arm. “So what’ll it be matey?” she asked, staring at her with one eye playfully shut.

From where he sat, it was impossible for Hacker to see what Aaliyah had drawn, but the odd bonding ritual seemed to bring the Earth brat out of whatever coma she’d previously been in and a smile sprung to her face. “Don’t forget the parrot,” she said, reaching into her mother’s bag, presumably for a second pen to start scribbling with.

“Aye, aye, captain,” Aaliyah saluted. “And what about your booty?”

Curious about what they were getting up to and finding they were alone on the road, Hacker made a quick glance towards the back. Over the girl’s wrist was a cartoon doodle of a butt with a keyhole on one of the cheeks.

“No, stop!” her daughter shrieked, hollering in laughter as she pulled her arm away. “A-HA!” she cried as she managed to pull out the other pen. “Now for Jumping Jax’s Revenge!”

Hacker quirked his brow with curious amusement. Aaliyah, seeming to sense his gaze, looked up from the vandalization of her arm with a twinkle of mischief. “When we pull over at the next rest stop, you better be ready.”

“It’s a two hour drive. I hardly think I’d need to stop,” the borg replied with a nervous chortle. Any entertainment he’d gained from being a spectator stopped there. He had less than zero interest in participating and having his flesh, human and drab as it might be, defaced by cheap stationery.

“No, but your meter’s almost at empty.” Hacker glanced over to where she was indicating and realized she was right. He wondered how it had managed to escape his notice.

“Don’t worry, there should be a spot up ahead in about half an hour. We’ll make it.” She reached for the box and handed Hacker another tape. “How do you like Queen?

They began their second karaoke session of the trip with the Earth brat seeming to occupy herself with continuing to decorate her mother’s arm. The duet was cut short by an itch in his throat of acute onset halfway through the chorus of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.

“I’ve always said rockstars are the royalty of the 20th century,” the borg wheezed, pausing to catch his breath. He felt Aaliyah’s hand thumping at his back while he coughed up the tickle.

“In what way?”

“For being magnets of our adoration. Who else could inspire so much devotion out of those they’ve never even met? How far across this massive planet—” He had to catch himself from blurting out the word ‘site’ again. “Do you think their followers have traveled to see them?”

“I don’t think it’s the same thing.” She smiled in a way that only made him more eager to prove his point. There was amusement in her eyes, but it wasn’t smug. Adoration? That’s what he secretly hoped.

“Of course it is,” he said in a hoarse voice, continuing his wild gesticulations and alternating which hand stayed on the wheel. “It’s a system of two parts, each feeding each other. The followers supply their loyalty, and their idol, his charm and natural splendor. Caesar accomplished feats in his time impossible to us now, because he had the genius, and sheer magnetism capable of inspiring the greatness in everyone he ruled.” He gestured inward, towards himself as he spoke, synonymomizing himself with the greatness he preached.

He found himself trembling with elation at the mere thought. It was why he was so desperate to see Europe in particular and be in the presence of these legends. Even in a metaphorical sense. It was that same greatness he’d spent most of his life trying to emulate. Without a doubt he possessed it. It was the getting-others-to-appreciate-it part he never quite seemed to achieve.

“Are you saying you want to be worshiped like a rockstar?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I can’t deny that,” Aaliyah laughed. “Oh, don’t miss the exit!”

The place they pulled up to was a large gas station, spacious enough to park a parade of cryoxide delivery vans. A few yards away from the pumps was a sleepy little convenience store with someone who appeared to be the cashier sitting outside in a lawn chair, taking in the clement weather.

“Do you need to use the bathroom, baby?” Aaliyah asked her daughter, before getting out of the car herself.

Hacker pulled out one of the pumps and stuck it into the tank of his vehicle. It took him several minutes to realize nothing was passing through the nozzle.

“You have to pay inside first,” the Earth brat spoke up, holding up a twenty she pulled out from her bag. “I’ve got it.” She hopped out of the car and headed towards the store, the man sitting outside scurrying back to his place behind the register as he saw her approach.

Momentarily, Hacker felt the pump start to vibrate in his hand. How needlessly complicated everything on Earth was. In Cyberspace, the only people with paper money were children and those who otherwise had no sense of budget. There wasn’t even the need to swipe a card. Everything was automated and paperless. A few of the many conveniences of a digital world.

He was just finishing up and putting the pump back in place when he caught the Earth child waving at him out of the corner of his eye. He turned and had a chilled water bottle tossed in his direction.

It took a moment of fumbling before he was able to catch it. Was this supposed to be for him? He eyed the girl, and then the bottle suspiciously before cracking it open. He hadn’t asked, but he’d take it if she insisted.

“A thank you would be nice.”

Of course there was a catch. Hacker paused as he held the bottle up to his lips. “Yes, thank you,” he replied curtly before dipping his head back and chugging down. He felt the cold liquid quench the dryness of his extended roadside warble.

“About the other day...”

A frown crossed Hacker’s face as he plopped the water bottle into the driver’s side cup holder. Already he didn’t like the direction their conversation was taking.

“I told Mother B about everything you’ve been saying about wanting to move past evil.”

“You did, did you?”

“She wants to talk to you again. She’s hoping you’ll come back to Cyberspace willingly. And she’ll let you come back to Earth if she thinks you’ve really changed—”

“I don’t care what she thinks!” he snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. “And I certainly don’t need her permission to live my life.” The idea Motherboard had any kind of authority over him was enough to send him into a boiling rage. He was the one in charge. The one who installed every update and coded every repair. How dare she presume to have any say in how he chose to conduct himself?

“I’ve already paid my dues,” he went on, in his rage leaning harder against the side of the car, as if it were the only thing fencing him back. “Motherboard’s cured. She’s taken my ship. The only thing I have left to give is my dignity, and I refuse to go back just to be humiliated by her.”

“Do you really think she’d do that?”

“Trap me under her thumb for the rest of my life? She’s been doing it since I was booted up. And maybe any lesser borg would have been content to serve the illustrious Ruler of Cyberspace, but the Hacker grovels before no one.”

Getting back into his seat, he slammed the car door shut with a force that caused the vehicle to shake. His temper was perhaps the one thing about himself he couldn’t say he was particularly proud of. Was anyone ever proud of being angry? It was just that he’d never had much success trying to conceal his emotions. Even as he shut his eyes and exhaled through his nose, he felt the urge to beat dents into his dashboard.

“Well then what am I supposed to do?” the girl cried, hopping into the passenger’s side next to him without even opening the door. “They’re going to expect me to bring you back, reformed or not. I don’t want to, but if you’re not going to cooperate, it’s what’s going to happen. Running off isn’t going to help. Just like starting a war with Motherboard didn’t.”

Hacker opened his eyes again, ready to fling a retort as well as comment about her scuffing his seat with her sneakers when he saw the weight in her narrowed eyes. As bad as he was at reading people, even he could see the guilt the kid was carrying. He wasn’t used to people making a fuss over him this way. For most, the choice when taking sides between him and Motherboard was always obvious. Even with Marbles he’d fought a losing battle every time. After all, what borg would ever choose to side against the ruler of the cyberuniverse in favor of her technician?

After a few seconds of him failing to respond, the girl let out an exasperated groan and buried her face in her knees. “Things were so much easier when we were kids,” she murmured. “We’d just mop the floor with you and call it a day.”

“If you could go a day without hurling insults at me, I’d appreciate it.”

“Maybe Matt was right and everything that’s happened has just…”

“What are you blabbering about?” The Earth brat was starting to sound like someone had blasted her language circuits with a virus.

“Have you ever lost anyone?” she blurted out. Before he could reply she hid her face again. “How would you even know? You don’t even care if people like you,” she mumbled, voice muffled between her knees. “Well… except mom. Why do you have to be so gross?”

“I don’t—” he stammered, stopping himself and inhaling sharply before he could choke on his own words. It took a moment for the hot blush in his cheeks to cool and when it did, he drew himself up and let out an imperious cough. “It may surprise you to know I have indeed experienced the basic facts of life. I assume you’re referring to your dearly departed dad?” he said, more in an effort to move past the previous topic of conversation as quickly as possible than out of a particular interest in the new one.

Now it was the girl’s turn to be lost for words. She continued to rest her face on her knees, occasionally sniffing softly into her pant leg. When she finally spoke again her voice came out in a barely audible whisper. “I just keep feeling like I never did enough for him. The last time I saw him, I was just a dumb kid. Sometimes I still feel like a dumb kid,” she said. “Maybe this whole thing is just me being my overdramatic self again and imagining things. One day you’ll pop up after taking over the world behind our backs and we can stop you for real instead of this weird Opposite Day thing that’s been happening.”

“Is there any opinion where I’m not the vehicle for you to get over your unresolved parental issues?”

The girl ignored him and resumed her interrogative theme. “Why did you destroy her office?” she asked. “Just because she wouldn’t get rid of me that night?”

“She told you about that?” Hacker scoffed. “Is the ruler of Cyberspace having trouble replacing her toys?”

“She still thinks you’re going to come back one day to try and take over. And cause you’re you, it’s hard enough to even convince her to give you a chance.” She sighed. “Why can’t you two work out your own problems?”

“It’s called running into an impasse. I refuse to work for her and she refuses to lay down and accept defeat. I stopped caring about her a long time ago because I realized she’d never—”

“Never what?”

“Nothing,” he seethed, managing to swallow his own emotions again before he started blabbing. There was no reason for her to be privy to things that weren’t her business. It would only encourage her to further pry into his affairs.

“Your mother should be along in a moment. Get back to your seat,” he said, gesturing towards the back. He was reaching to start the engine again when he felt the girl’s forehead knock against his shoulder.

Wondering if she’d really lost it, he glanced down as she began to reach for his hand. Almost immediately, Hacker found himself pulling away and nudging her off his shoulder. He disliked being on the receiving end of sympathy almost as much as he disliked supplying it. The girl glanced up at him, concern still written on her expression.

A moment after she’d reluctantly returned to her seat, Hacker could see Aaliyah emerging from the store. The woman had a plastic wrapper in hand which she tore open as she headed for the car. “You have to have one of these.”

Before the borg could respond, she had shoved something from the baggie into his mouth. “Hmph.” He nodded in approval with the crunchy, hard substance pocketed in his cheek. It was sticky to chew and tasted of peanut butter.

She handed off the rest of the snack to her daughter before sliding into the car beside her. “Come on, baby. Put on your seatbelt.”

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tamerahardy · 6 months

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Deploy to Korea

Even though I was excited about being in a new country I couldn’t forget about Aaliyah. I was so hurt and sad praying that my baby was safe and didn’t experience what I did when I was molested.

I get to Korea…we lived in an area called DRAGON VALLEY camp Casey, and mind you I’m by myself everybody else had their respected platoons and then their was me the orderly room clerk by herself, I had to move my duffle bags up this crazy steep hill all by myself but initially I ended up being placed in a building with the mortars platoon from HHC (the current company) I was in and also Alpha company (the line unit I had moved to HHC from) crazy right? But again my past haunting me again.

Now I was a little familiar with the mortars from work but not too much but by us living in the same building I grew to really like them well some of them lol. It wasn’t until we had to layouts and top saw that I didn’t have my shit together he then said you will officially fall in with the mortars platoon, they were like infantry men except they deal with mortar rounds, so either way I couldn’t escape being around that. I needed the help anyway it’s good being by yourself but when you are deployed you need to be with a platoon.

So I started falling in with the mortars and they helped me out with the combat related stuff, they had been a bit hesitant towards me because I was the only girl and you can get in trouble if you don’t know how to deal with military women..you know sexual assault, saying inappropriate things etc so they were always nervous to be themselves around me but after while they saw I didn’t give a shit and that they could be themselves.

Everything had been working out I mean it became a routine of working out, training and going out on the weekends or staying in and saving money. People were getting adjusted to new environment I had found a way to get in contact with Aaliyah through my Korea number and that was life the first month being there.

And then… I had been at the bus stop because that was our way of transportation I don’t recall where I was headed but I look over and I saw him. I saw Selwyn. A good year has passed…I hadn’t been sexually active with anyone or focused on anyone as I had been moving a lot so dating and sex were the last things on my mind, he didn’t know who I was or that I had a crush on him and admired from afar back then.

But I got butterflies and I was so shocked to see him standing there at the bus stop. I thought this was finally my chance to tell him. Finally my chance to shoot my shot after not really having a dating life at all and feeling that me and him could possibly have a lot in common.

I hit my close friend up Fatima. Now Fatima is my GIRL. We both have been through similar shit and she was there for me during the “spiraling years” I trust her word very much so I ask because I’m too scared to approach him in person…I didn’t want to make myself look like an ass or like vomit on this guy from being so damn nervous…so I tell Fatima I’m gonna DM him …smh was hesitant about it because she knew I had been through a lot and she knew he didn’t know me so receiving a DM from somebody you don’t even know can be a bit scary and she felt I should tell him but she initially knew I wouldn’t and said DM him, I was gonna do it anyway but having ur best friend support it is a PLUS!

I type the message “Hey I always see you at the bus stop” …… yep that was it that’s all I could come up with. I mean it’s the truth 😭 but I didn’t know what else to say I was TERRIFIED already. I close my eyes and press send. The DM went through I gave it a few minutes and checked but it said “sent” only a few minutes passed but shit I’m getting nervous dawg like “gulp” I felt like my world had stopped and all I could feel was butterflies and over anxiousness…thinking of every possible outcome of what his reaction would be.. I was scared and a lil embarrassed because I had put my self out there to him and there was no point of return.

Initially a day passed and it still said sent…I had felt maybe he don’t get on his instagram maybe he’s on of those guys that post anything. He only had like 3 post on there from the summer of 2022 and a small following so yea I thought maybe he didn’t see it… I had also thought he didn’t receive me well being that he didn’t know me I felt he may have been scared that I found his IG without even knowing him. Granted I had a past of making boys uncomfortable and I had been woke and very aware of others peoples feelings.

Some days pass and I saw him again while I was leaving the cafeteria waiting on the bus. I looked back and he was walking by with some guys from his platoon and he LOOKED AT ME. Girl when I tell you my heart dropped because “did he see the message” and he’s filling me out to see if he’s interested or not …I got woozy praying the bus would move faster so I could get to my room calm the fuck down.

He never responded to my message and I had blamed myself thinking I should have said more or been more specific or that I creeped him out. I initially gotten a coworker involved and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. As I stated before I hated guy groups. I’m already knowing how messy men can be and being in a platoon was no different than a friend group it’s just your coworkers. I decided to have good trust and faith in the coworker I confided in his name well last name is Lopez. He had been somebody from alpha company when I was there that I treated with kindness and we talked a bit regarding his family and son so I didn’t view him negatively and he followed me on IG, so I asked him I said hey do you know Selwyn who had been a SGT (e5 rank) by then (obviously they in the same platoon but yea play aloof with me) he says yes and I basically tell him about the message I sent and I tell Lopez to give him my number and Lopez agrees to do so. It had been a week or and I haven’t heard anything mind you this consuming me. Aside from work, Aaliyah THIS particular situation is taking the most energy from me.

I haven’t heard from Lopez and then he randomly post on ig a picture with Selwyn in it they had gotten back from the field and I assume that’s why I didn’t hear from him. I write him and I say did you give him my number and he goes “yes I gave him your number and showed him your instagram page” …my heart drops because I’m like wow thanks. I don’t hear anything from Selwyn…he honestly just started walking past me as if I wasn’t there.

I talk to Lopez about it and he says I talk him and said “Hardy says text her” and his response was “yea yea okay” with no intent to text me. Right there I should’ve saw the sign but I didn’t see it that way. I wanted answers … a feeling of anger started to take me, I had gotten mad at Lopez and said “you’re making me look lame” to him and Lopez unfollowed me. I don’t really have much to say about it because I was angry I’m not sure if I had said something mean or offensive but at the end of the day if he really fucked with me he wouldn’t have unfollowed me like that during the time of me finding out the rejection. This allowed me to believe Lopez like many other guys I came across was just toying with me and being messy.

Anywho some days pass and this demon of a situation has fully took me because I had blamed myself for it happening, I blamed myself for being to scary to approach Selwyn and speak my mind. As the days pass I became obsessed with why this was happening …why was he ignoring me? I came across somebody name Mathis. Sgt Mathis from work, we didn’t talk at all but we would see each other passing by. We actually ended up linking up and going out to Seoul one weekend and low and behold after to venting to him about Selwyn he was actually his old roommate. Mathis even said he would call him and see what’s up for me because he had saw how much it bothered me. We were at the train station waiting, it was other people there that knew Mathis so I was a bit uncomfortable because I didn’t want everyone in my business, especially because this one guy named Havens messy like Lopez ended up telling people about it. Mathis calls him and he answers and says hey my friend wanted to talk to you it was very straight forward and a bit smooth..and his response was “oh yea bro I don’t date army girls”…

See now this situation I would cry but I’m around other people who don’t know how much it had been bothering me except Mathis so I gotta keep a straight face. It made me really sad I took his words as “I don’t date black girls” and again right here I should’ve picked myself up and moved on but the sadness and pain from the rejection and him being careless in his response hurt my feelings. Mind you this is somebody I had admired from afar and I just wanted to get to know him no funny business I don’t want to hurt anyone or make some one uncomfortable and I couldn’t understand why didn’t he just tell me this?

I had thought he had rejected me because I was black but came up with an excuse so he didn’t look like an asshole. I had faced past trauma from trying to date outside my race, with the Hispanic boy I dated in my complex and when I went away to fort benning an Hispanic boy I had a crush on but it didn’t go anywhere. I had looped all of that into me being black and worthless in this racist military. I began to feel so stupid for even liking him.

Mathis tried to sway me away from it but the depression demon had already had my body and mind for the duration of my time in Korea. Yeah I bet you’re wondering for 8 months and even back in the states she’s been hung up over that?

Yes I was very depressed from it. I cried so bad in my room. I would be on the bus I had saw him at the basketball court with a white girl I cried then on my room. Feeling sick to my stomach. I had been envious of white women and Hispanic women or just women with fair skin..they know how easy they have it in this racist world and you have black women you have to fight to protect everything they have and got forbid they finally let down their walls to be vulnerable to somebody of a different race.

Selwyn never texted me or acknowledged me. In someway I still searched for truth. I became obsessed with wanting to know the WHY. After all this time of staying focus and not being a problem to anyone WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. I got more coworkers involved. More people that knew HIM and worked closely to him, they all told me the same things “he is focused on work” “he doesn’t date military girls” and even Mathis had told me from having a convo with him that he had traumatic experience regarding a military girl and somebody that worked closely to him that hated his guts second that his name is Verde.

The answers ppl gave me were to calculated it felt fake like yea im looking out for my homeboy so ima tell her whatever” it had also felt like he wanted people to see him a certain way and he got it to a point where everybody was saying the same things about him. This allowed me to believe he’s hiding something ITS A MASK. I became so lost in my hatred and anger I still searched.

I talked to his current roommate at the time of the deployment (VanValkenburg) and his coworker that hated him Verde. I talked to them separately. I chose to speak to somebody that actually sleeps next to him and I chose someone that hated him and how he thinks. That way I knew the answer wouldn’t be so calculated especially from somebody that hates you they don’t have shit to lose by spilling the beans on what they know compared to somebody that fuck with you and will “look out for the boys”

I had known Van from him following my workout page some years ago when I first got to the unit in 2021. He seemed really nice and cool and he would say hey to me when he saw me again the same way I didn’t place judgment on Lopez why would I judge these guys? I was my genuine self…but I think I messed up by drinking alcohol in between that.

Van told me that he’s just weird and he doesn’t talk to girls and he thinks he’s ugly. He told me that he doesn’t bring my name up or anything and even though he saw it made me sad he continued to speak and let me know. I don’t really know if Van was sincere with his perception of him…

When I talked to Verde it was VERY RAW “like yea this guy is fucking weird” just straight out the gate truth. Verde didn’t like him because of how he acted around them as if he didn’t want to open up and be himself and that’s why I liked talking to him because now we’re getting somewhere …past the MASK

Verde told me that he did go through a situation with a girl in the military and almost got kicked out but he didn’t go much into detail, he also mention that “he gets pussy” something that I didn’t wanna hear at all because then I assumed I was just another option. Verde had also mentioned that he asked him who I was? This made me curious because Van had told me that he doesn’t talk about me but Verde told me that he asked who I was and it didn’t feel like a lie at all. This is here I begin to feel that he tells certain people certain things. Verde wanted to hook up with girls that deployment honestly all of them did and me posting my pics made it seem as if I would go for it. After me and Verde talked verde Dm me asking me if I wanted to hook up in which I ignored. I had already known what he wanted then I knew who he was without fully knowing and so did Selwyn. This allowed me to believe that Selwyn specifically asked Verde because he wanted to know if “I hooked up or got around” rather than just remaining quiet about it.

It’s things like that made me feel things. Not horny or weird but “what the fuck is going on” “am I crazy” …. I felt I had been looking at myself. Somebody that knows how to maneuver and manipulate and I craved it…sadistically.

I guess in a way I wanted to believe it didn’t have anything to do with my race and he could be sincere about not dating military women because it too close to work.but it just wasn’t enough after all of this information and hearing different perceptions I began going through his following list LIKE FULL on investigation. I payed attention to who he was hanging with and how they acted. I looked at the girls he followed on ig checking for any signs of black chicks or diversity. Anything you could think of I was doing it searching for answers to again purge this terrible feeling I feel over me.

Initially the more coworkers I got involved the messier it got all the people within A CO knew…and honestly I didn’t care. I didn’t care if they talked shit about me getting rejected I was already feeling low I didn’t mind feeling any lower than what I was. I again demean myself and see myself as not worthy as I had done as a child in previous post. I begged and prayed on my knees and ask God and my dad what did I do wrong?

I came with genuine loving intent. I wanted a connection I didn’t want to hurt anyone.

I DM him again a second time by then I asked him “did I make you uncomfortable by what i said” no response. And even followed him and he didn’t follow back but I know he saw it he just intentionally ignored.

By this point I’m looking at everybody as an enemy even Mathis. It’s like everybody trampled on my heart. People he was close to knew something I didn’t. They stared at me when I walked by …I was so humiliated. I had felt like any messy boy group they were making fun of me. Calling me desperate or obsessed. I walked past him and his friends at a table sitting together and I recall hearing him as I pass by say “that’s her”

And when I sat down and looked back at the table his friends were staring dead at me. I remember going to a gym and overhearing Van and group of them talking about me as well and I walk in on him saying “you asshole” as if they had been saying mean things and it truly hurt. I left the gym consumed with sadness and even called my grandma crying because I just felt so low and weak and just confused as to why people are willing to take it there when it comes to being evil and messy especially when you have done nothing to him. I grew to hate anyone attached to him his friends Tengono, Serrano, Bernal, and any other Hispanics that were in that clique Van as well I hated them all. EVERYBODY. Even this one guy name Shawn Kenny. He was somebody I had confided in about it and he knew him and what was going on the entire time like it was a sick joke.

I had begged for closure on why I picked wrong…I mean I had admired him from afar and I just wanted to tell him how I felt. I thought he was a nice guy I didn’t think he would come with all that confusion, ghosting and things I had faced before. I thought I had been ready to get back out there and date I thought I was spiritual enough to know who’s good for me.

Anywho we are reaching the end of the deployment. Selwyn has been promoted to SSG (e6) one of the boys in A CO told me his name is Merchant somebody I hung out with and thought was cool but he turned out to be very childish and weird just a black guy looking for a quick hookup and he knew about Selwyn. I felt he had been rubbing it in my face because he knew that he rejected me and by him being promoted to a SSG and me still being a SPC (e4) he really wasn’t going to acknowledge me.

So here I am sad depressed out my mind feeling worthless and below Selwyns pay grade I’m in my room, and I recall the day of his promotion mind you dragon valley was pretty small and where A CO formed up was in front of the building area so I could see them and hear them. I remember the day of his promotion hearing clapping and applauding a LOUD scream of victory which was from Selwyn as he had gotten promoted and he was no longer in the building with us he had to the building for SSG and above. Again separating himself from his peers and me feeling more worthless than ever.

I didn’t even think I could survive it anymore Lucifer wanted my soul bad that deployment. This immense pain I felt took me back to my bullied phase. I had been vulnerable. I’ve done nothing to these people. Why did this happen and why do I feel so incredibly sad.

I’m not sure if he just believed I wanted to have sex with him, or the fact that I couldn’t really approach him…I don’t think he cared at all and it hurts to know. It’s a pain i still feel even now.

By the time we left Korea and got and were trying to reintegrate for the summer. I ended up following him and again he didn’t follow back. I feel so stupid. He had his summer flings and literally wasn’t entertaining me at all. Now that I think about I just feel really embarrassed and dumb.

My last time reaching out to him. I sent him a message that last message I would send because by then I had signed my contract to reenlist and ended up leaving HHC and heading over to higher echelon “BRIGADE” and word got out to everybody in a formation with sergeant major. Yep little miss obsessed and pressed over Selwyn she’s actually had a plan this entire time she actually has something GOING for herself.

Once word got out that l left and moved to brigade to train until I left for school everybody would come up to me asking me if I’m still there at the company etc I was thrilled to know so many ppl wanted to know…but between the pain and humiliation I felt I didn’t care I just wanted to leave and MOVE like I had always been use to.

After moving up to brigade level I had been drowning my self in my training by day I was keeping my mind busy even though by night I was crying and depressed and stalking his social media trying to numb myself of him. I had been working and then I look up and he was there staring right at me. Not too many people come to brigade you would have to have an escort. So what didn’t understand why he had come there and it had been far from the company I was out of range from him. So I didn’t understand why he popped up there randomly staring at me. Whatever the case maybe me not sitting and pondering on it I wrote him a final time I asked him “hi am being weird or awkward i am just nervous and I just want to get to know you” and again he didn’t respond.

The chaplain assistant I became close with she was like a therapist for me she grabbed my phone and unsent the message lol. From then I didn’t write him anymore and when he sees me he looks down. Doesn’t acknowledge me still. Probably talks shit or laughs with his friends who knows.

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The Last Attuners Book One Chapter Two

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She awoke two hours before dawn, the subtle gray of twilight seeping in through her window, soaking her room in liquid silver. She wrapped her blankets tighter around her shoulders, shuddering as a breeze wove itself through her open window. She didn't want to be awake. It was too early, but if she didn't get up now, she wouldn't get the chance to eat until later tonight once the sun sets. Groaning, she rolled out of bed and began to ready herself for the day ahead.

Once she was fully dressed, she made her way to the kitchen. She ate in silence, taking note of her surroundings. The kitchen was busier than what she would have expected it to be at this hour. But then again, she guessed almost every acolyte would be fasting and participating in the trials. At least, at first. She wondered how many of them would continue the trials once they found out what they were. Would she even want to continue? She wanted to be an Attuner. She knew that. But what if she couldn't make it through the trials? The fast wasn't the hard part. She's fasted for rituals before, but what about the rest of the trials? What would they entail? She supposed she would find out soon enough, but it was still nerve-wracking. She had to become an Attuner; she just had to hope she had what it took.

She ate her breakfast in silence, not bothering to talk to any of the other acolytes. She didn’t see anyone she felt comfortable enough to talk to and despite how long she'd spent at the temple, she didn't have many friends here. She had tried to make friends, but for some reason she couldn't make anything last past the initial meeting.

Once she had finished her food, she made her way to the courtyard. The sun hadn't quite risen yet, but it would soon. Already, she could see the hints of amber in the sky through the windows. As she entered the courtyard, she was met by another crowd. It was smaller than the one from last night, but it was still fairly large. It seemed most of the older acolytes were there. She examined the faces around her. A few looked tired, but most were wide awake, some strange mix of nervousness and excitement surrounding her.

Aaliyah was waiting by the pomegranate tree, her graying hair pulled back in a loose braid. She looked almost regal standing there, her loose robes billowing softly in the early morning breeze. Berenike made her way to the front of the crowd. She wanted to be as close as possible to the Attuner, not that she was afraid of missing any information. She was hoping to show her eagerness, her determination.

The crowd waited in hushed anticipation, no one daring to speak before the Attuner. They waited in that manner until the golden rays of the sun began to peak above the horizon. Then, Aaliyah clasped her hands together, drawing everyone's attention. Berenike's breath caught in her throat. They were about to begin.

“Acolytes, today marks the official start of the Trial of the Attuners,” Aaliyah said. “All of you are here because you think you can pass the trials; you think you have what it takes to become an Attuner.” She paused; her eyes locked momentarily with Berenike's before continuing. “The trials will challenge both your mind and body. Your first task will be a sparring match between you and your peers this afternoon when the sun is at its peak.” The Attuner waited as shocked whispers began to fill the courtyard. Even Berenike recoiled a bit. As future priestesses of Kamilah, they were sworn against violence. They were supposed to be protectors of life. They weren't soldiers. “Sometimes,” Aaliyah continued. “Oaths need to be broken. The Attuners are tasked with protecting the people of Alawn and sometimes that means getting your hands dirty. If that is a problem for any of you, you may leave.”

Berenike watched as the crowd dwindled down to half its size, the acolytes leaving with harsh whispers and criticisms. She caught snippets of them: people saying that they would never break the Oath of Life; how could a former member of their temple expect this of them? Berenike wasn't sure how she felt about it herself. She believed in the Oath of Life, that everything that possessed a soul was sacred: the rocks, the trees, every animal, and even the worst humans. But on the other hand, she needed this. She could sort her feelings out later, if she ever had to fight for real. But Aaliyah said they were just sparring. She would not be breaking her oath by participating in the trials. Whether or not she broke in the future would have to be left up to fate, and her performance in the trials.

“The trials will last three days,” Aaliyah said. “You may drop out at any time.” She eyed the crowd, her gaze scanning sharply across the young faces before her. “Meet back here at four o’clock for the first event.”

The crowd began to disperse, excited whispers quickly rising to fill the air. Berenike was about to leave with the crowd when Aaliyah stopped her.

“Walk with me,” the Attuner said. Berenike followed Aaliyah out of the courtyard and down the temple hallways. She was surprised the Attuner would even pay her that much attention. They had only met yesterday, but Berenike remembered what Aaliyah had said when they first met. How much had Dhia told her?

They walked in silence for a while, the Attuner pausing to look at the art that lined the halls. “I'm glad to see that you are participating in the trials. I was worried that due to your dedication, the first event would have scared you off.” They had stopped before one of the many tapestries, this one depicting the construction of the temple and the planting of the pomegranate tree.

“I don't think sparring is quite enough to break the Oath of Life,” Berenike said.

“Indeed, but as I've said, there may come a time when you have to break that oath.”

Berenike paused, examining the colorful threads of the tapestry. “Have you had the break the oath?”

“No, but Attuners in the past have. Most with good reason. Remember, the first Attuners rose to power during the Great War. They were generals tasked with uniting six warring kingdoms. Bloodshed was inevitable.”

They continued to look at the tapestry in silence and Berenike pondered Aaliyah's words. She guessed she never really thought of the Attuner's role in the Great War much past them stopping it. She never considered how many people they must have killed before peace could be had and Alawn was formed.

“Tell me,” Aaliyah said. “How familiar are you with the origins of the pomegranate tree in the courtyard.”

“It was a gift from the Shadow-Wielders,” she answered. “It was supposed to be a peace offering and a symbol of friendship after the Great War, and an apology for the destruction of the first temple. They were trying to mirror the myth where their god, Blagden, gave the first pomegranate to Kamilah as a sign of his love for her.”

“Good.” Aaliyah nodded. “That tree is one of the many ways that Kamilah communicates with the Attuners. When the goddess is upset, the tree grows sick, and when she is content, it thrives.”

Berenike thought back to last night when she had wondered about the state of the tree at the time of her mother's death. Had it been wilted and sick. She supposed she could ask right now, but did she really want to know that answer? It might have just been easier to pretend that she didn't care, that her father had abandoned her for good reason. She let the opportunity pass and they kept walking.

“I think what you did yesterday was admirable,” Aaliyah said after a few more moments of silence.

“I'm sorry?”

“Dhia told me that she had you perform the blessing. I'm aware of your situation and I know for a fact others would have handled that with far less grace.”

She wanted to say that it was nothing, but it had been incredibly difficult. She still didn't understand why Dhia had asked her to do that in the first place. “It was... challenging,” she said. “To be honest, I'm not sure why I was asked to do it.”

“Dhia thinks very highly of you. She writes about you a lot and your dedication to the temple. I think it is possible that she just wanted to see what would happen.”

“You mean she was testing me?” Berenike asked almost pointedly. “What for?”

“I think you'll just have to wait and see.”

Four o’clock eventually rolled around and Berenike was standing back in the courtyard. The sun was unbearable, and she had an awful headache. She knew her body would adjust to the fast by tomorrow and she had to remind herself that it was only for three days, but still. She was hungry and hot, and she wished desperately that she could curl up in the library where it was nice and cool and just have something to eat.

The other acolytes waited impatiently around her, and even she was a bit on edge. She realized a little too late that she had no clue how to fight. Granted, neither did anyone else, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was at a disadvantage. This was going to be messy and, between their lack of experience, the heat, and the fast, borderline dangerous. Despite the nervous energy, no one spoke.

Aaliyah made her way to the front of the crowd and all eyes were immediately on her. “Here's how this is going to work: you will be paired off into groups and that will be who you will fight. You will go one at a time and only the victors will be allowed to move on to the next part of the trials,” Aaliyah said. “Now, find yourself a partner.”

No one moved. The crowd eyed each other suspiciously, everyone too nervous to make the first move. Eventually people began to move around, looking for friends to partner with. Berenike stood awkwardly, not sure where to turn or who to talk to. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around quickly, nearly jumping.

It was one of the older acolytes, about her own age, whom Berenike didn't know. “Do you want to be partners?” The acolyte asked.

“Sure.” She nodded. The two of them stood together, waiting for everyone else to partner up.

“Who wants to go first?” Aaliyah asked the crowd. For a moment, no one moved, then one group stepped forward. “Excellent!” Aaliyah clasped her hands together. “The only rule is no magic. Once someone taps out, the match is over. Understood?”

Berenike watched as the two girls circled each other for a moment, then they were at each other's throats, almost literally. It was fast. The larger of the two girls quickly grabbed the other, twisting her arm behind her back. The girl exclaimed in pain, but Aaliyah made no move to stop it from happening. Berenike winced. This was going to be brutal. The girls grappled for a while longer but eventually the smaller girl tapped out after being pinned to the ground.

There was some cheering, but most of the crowd remained silent. Several girls walked out of the courtyard and didn't return. Groups continued to go in this manner, and Aaliyah stayed silent. She just stood there watching the acolytes grapple with each other. It put Berenike on edge. She glanced over to her partner whose face had gone pale despite the heat.

“We're going next,” Berenike said. She had decided that she was going to get this over with. And she was going to come out on top. She had to. She had been watching the losers closely so she wouldn't make the same mistakes as them. As long as she kept her feet under her it seemed like she would be fine.

The other acolyte nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Let's get this over with.”

They moved into position once the previous group had cleared the space and Berenike sized up her opponent the best she could. She looked almost sick, and she couldn't tell whether it was from the heat or nerves but either way, that could work in Berenike's favor.

She approached her opponent cautiously and the girl backed up. Okay. It was nerves then. Berenike moved as fast as she could to grab the girl by the lapels of her robe. The girl grabbed her back and they spent several moments feeling each other's movements until Berenike hooked her foot behind the girl's ankle and swept her leg. She followed her to the ground, putting as much of her weight onto her as possible. The girl rolled beneath her and managed to snake her arm up to the side of Berenike's head. She felt the girl's fingers dig into her braid and try to pull. Berenike grabbed the girl's hair back and pulled. Hard. Not enough to rip anything out, but enough to hurt. The girl made a pained sound beneath her but suddenly Berenike was on her back, the wind knocked out of her. She wheezed as she tried to get her feet back under her, but to no avail. She kept struggling, refusing to tap out. Her opponent had her arm across her chest, holding Berenike's wrists down. Without her hands, Berenike did the only thing she could think of. She sat up as much as she could and bit the other girl's arm until she tasted blood. The other girl recoiled and Berenike let go as soon as she felt her arms were free. Then, pushed the girl back, grabbing her hair again and pushed her into the ground as hard as she could. She held her there until she heard the other girl smack the ground. And then she let go.

It was over. And she had won.

She stood, helping the other girl to her feet. They both apologized to each other before moving to opposite sides of the courtyard. Berenike watched as the final groups went. Once everyone had gone, Aaliyah held the victors back.

“Tomorrow you will meet back here at the same time. For now, go get some rest and drink some water.”

Once Berenike had bathed, she sought out Dhia. She needed to find out why she had been asked to perform the blessing. It was eating her alive. Had it really been a test like Aaliyah said? And if so, what had it been for? She found the High Priestess in the infirmary gathering a basket of supplies.

“Do you need any help?” Berenike asked.

“Oh, sure,” Dhia said. “I was just about to head out and see if anyone in Dhahabi needed healing. You're welcome to come with.”

Berenike grabbed a basket of her own supplies and followed Dhia out of the temple. The heat was starting to die down now that the sun was beginning to set in the sky. The city streets were still bustling, people choosing to come out of their homes now that the hottest part of the day was over. They set up in the city square, sitting on a bench by the water. It was much cooler in this part of the oasis than it was in the temple courtyard, and after having been outside all afternoon, Berenike was thankful.

Not many people were injured or sick, but a few people came over asking for blessings, which they gave. It was harder than it normally was, her energy exhausted from this afternoon, making it harder than usual to summon her magic. They worked until the sun had completely set and the city became lit by oil-less streetlamps.

As they walked the dim streets back to the temple, Berenike mustered up the courage to ask what she needed to. “Why did you have me perform the blessing yesterday? I'm not a priestess yet.”

Dhia seemed a bit surprised by the question, like she wasn't expecting it. “I thought it was something you were ready to do,” Dhia answered after a while. “Was I wrong?”

“No, but—” she couldn't finish the sentence. She didn't want to let Dhia know how upset she was, how much it had bothered her.

“You're a very talented young lady, and one day I won't be here anymore. I need a successor who is able to keep a level head and do what is expected of them.”

Berenike paused. Was Dhia saying what she thought she was saying? “You want me to become High Priestess after you?” The question hung in the air and Berenike watched her Dhia closely, waiting for an answer.

“I would like that, yes, but I understand that you are undergoing the trials. If for whatever reason, that doesn't work out, I would like to start a formal apprenticeship with you.”

Berenike didn't know what to say. This was one of the highest honors she could hope to achieve as an acolyte. It was everything she had wanted before passing the trials became a possibility, or almost everything. It was power, respect. It would put her on equal footing with her father and sister. In some instances, it would even put her above them.

“I'm honored,” she said. “If I don't clear the trials, I would love to be your apprentice.”

Dhia nodded and they continued their walk in content silence. She had options now. She could continue with the trials and clear them or stay here, as Dhia's apprentice. There was no guarantee she would even be chosen to become an Attuner. Becoming Dhia's apprentice was something she could be sure of. It was safe. But becoming an Attuner would give her the most power, the most authority and renown. It was the perfect way to get back at her father. She had a lot to think about, but for now, the best option would be to just go through with the trials and see what happened. Either way, she was this much closer to getting back what was stolen from her.

They returned to the temple and Berenike quickly made her way to the kitchen to get something to eat. She was starving. She decided to take her food back to her room with her. She found herself walking behind a group of priestesses deep in conversation.

“I wonder if they know the trials are rigged,” one of them said. Berenike tried her best not to balk. “They say the Attuner usually already knows who their apprentice will be before the trials start.”

“It's a wonder the trials still exist,” another said. “It seems tradition is more important than transparency.”

Berenike felt her stomach drop. Did this mean she didn't have a chance after all? She slowed her pace so that she was out of earshot of the priestesses. Did Dhia know who Aaliyah was going to pick? Is that why she asked her to be her apprentice tonight? Because she knew it wasn't going to be her? She kept her slow pace all the way back to her room pondering her next move. If the trials were just for show, what was she even doing? What hope was there for her becoming an Attuner? Being High Priestess wasn't enough. She had sworn that she would become an Attuner and now the chances of that coming true were disappearing faster than sand falling through her fingers. She sat on the edge of her bed, feeling her world imploding around her. She hadn't felt this small since her father had dragged her to the temple all those years ago. What was she going to do?

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Heart by Heart | Chapter IV | Raul Mendes

*secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this is the fourth chapter, you can find the first one here. This one's a bit shorter but I still hope you like it anyway. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don't feel comfortable with the contents listed on the "warnings" section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the "fic rec" hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!

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*Word Count: 2.9K+.

*Warnings: cursing, jealousy, mentions of weapons (barely any), slight angst (if you squint).

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*Posted: July 22nd, 2021.

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Raul was fucked.

He learned that ages ago, but every passing day, it just seemed to get more and more fucked.

Y/N was the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on, he knew that the day he met her all those years ago, while she was still a kid like him. And as the time went on, she proved him wrong every single day, every time he looked at her, in his eyes, Y/N surpassed her own beauty and taking her own title as the pretties one. Raul knew he was a goner the first time he made her laugh, truly laugh, throwing her head back as she almost lost her breath, he knew he would have to do it all over again for the rest of his life just to hear the most beautiful melody ever created.

And maybe he was a fool, and obvious one for not even holding back whenever she was hurt or needed him. He would give Y/N anything in the world and he could be pretty reckless about it. Sure, Raul was capable of keeping it to himself all these years, even from his spy family and her, but Peter was slowly catching onto it and he knew it. There was a reason why Peter wasn’t a field agent and his not so subtle approaches only proved that right. But he honestly didn’t care, as long as he got to have her as his best friend and best girl, he didn’t give a fuck about what the rest of the world thought. He only cared about Y/N.

So watching her progress on the ring (hell, having his ass kicked by her was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him), watching Y/N taking part of such an important role as to plan the mission that would take down one of the biggest criminals on the world left him so proud. He couldn’t even describe it. Watching her sleep peacefully among his bedding, the glimmer of pure and utter happiness whenever she watched one of the marvel movies or ate her favorite cake made butterflies go wild in his stomach.

And as Aaliyah would say, he was probably a simp for her. As sappy as that sounded, it was probably true.

“Still with me, champ?” Y/N’s voice ringed on his coms.

Raul had to hold back a smile as Jack smirked at him on their watching point across the street “Always, doll, see anything?”

“Not really” she muttered annoyedly “think the package is late”

“Oh, sorry the bad guy didn’t show up on the perfect time according to your planner”

“Fuck you, darling, before I forget”

Raul huffed a chuckle as he changed channels on the surveillance system she hacked the night prior.

He was with Jack sitting on his apartment watching Y/N from the perfect window. The initial plan was pretty simple, Y/N would be dressed in casual common clothes, going through her computer on Genoff’s favorite coffee shop, to possibly catch him after coming back, so he could be used to some of their faces on his absence justifying new people around. Her undercover role was as a graphic designer that pretty much had a home office, which would justify her always being around that area. Tommy was the local barista trainee, summer job to pay for his scholarship, and this way he could hear some stuff and also be ready to jump and protect whoever was undercover there that day.

Celine was working on the front desk on Geonoff’s cover up business building, she was replacing the other girl that just left due to maternity leave, so it wouldn’t look suspicious at all. James got the work as an executive driver on a company that often was hired to transport Geonoff himself and his people, and Raul would also be on home office as a free lancer photographer, he’d be in an untitled relationship with Y/N which would be a good cover for them always being out and about together.

They would all be living in the same neighborhood, Peter and Celine would be living in the same apartment complex, which was just next doors to the one Jack, Y/N and Raul were placed. This way it would still be safe and pretty low profile enough to not draw curious eyes. And since the mission didn’t exactly have a precise deadline, they didn’t have a precise date to actually leave, so their flat was poorly furnished and decorated, filled with the ultimate basic things they could need in a month period. And of course, heavily armed in every corner and drawer anyone could think about.

“He just left his car two blocks away, think he might be just a bit behind your schedule, Y/N” Jack called from his place behind the screens she had set up the night before “Tommy, grab the cash register as soon as you can”

“Yes sir” Tom mumbled under his breath.

Raul inched a bit closer to the window on a spot no one could see him from bellow, watching as Geonoff himself entered the shop with two other man right behind him. Probably security team. He had to hold back his breath once he noticed the way the man had his eyes fixated right on Y/N’s table, before quietly muttering something to the other with him.

“Hm, excuse me miss?” a deep slightly hoarse voice caught her attention from the fake project displayed on her computer screen, Y/N looked up to find Geonoff right next to her booth.

“Oh hi”

“Why is he talking to her? He wasn’t supposed to just approach her!” Raul practically growled to Jack as the other just shrugged in response “fuck”

“Dude, calm down, Tom is literally just across the bar and she’s a fucking spy, chill, she knows how to handle this” Jack said shoving Raul’s shoulder playfully, to which he just rolled his eyes huffing in annoyance.

“I know, I know that”

Jack arched his eyebrow at him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips “Is this your way of admitting you love her?”

“Shut up and pay attention to their conversation, you idiot” Raul said pushing his friend off of his sit.

“I'm sorry, I just had to ask, I haven’t such a pretty girl like you around in a while, are you new in town, darling?” Geonoff asked leaning his hip against the sit across from Y/N.

“Oh no, not new in town” she responded with a giggle, trying to ease the nerves and slight nausea from talking to him and his half attempt of flirting “I moved to this neighborhood last month though, used to leave on the other side of the town”

“Oh, was it for work? How are you liking this place so far?”

“It’s nice, I thought it was going to be quieter but it doesn’t really bother me” she said with a soft smile on her features “I moved here because I work from home, so I needed to get out of my last place cause my roommate was not exactly quiet, and my boyfriend said there was an available apartment on his floor, so it just seemed like a great opportunity”

Raul’s heart raced a bit more on his chest when she referred to him as ‘boyfriend’, which was completely stupid. Y/N was his best friend and this was only for a cover. But sometimes his feelings got the best of him.

“Boyfriend? Is he here?”

“Oh no, I think he’s at work now, he’s a photographer”

“It makes sense, he has the prettiest muse at home” he added with a wink, which made Y/N’s stomach twirl in her tummy, this man is absolutely gross and she just wants to find a way out of this conversation “is he joining you today or should I keep you company?”

“Tell him I’m on my way, sweetheart, don’t want this man any closer to you” Raul said through coms, Jack already grabbing his backpack with the material they had separated to be Raul’s cover as he threw a denim jacket and a pair of glasses.

Y/N gave Geonoff a gentle smile as she shrugged before adding “he told me he’d be coming here, something about the cupcakes being the best he’s ever had”

“Oh shut up, this is the worst excuse to get me to buy you cupcake ever” Raul muttered through coms as he jogged across the street and Y/N had to cough to hid a little giggle that threatened to escape at her best friend’s comment.

“Yeah, they’re really good, I think you’d like the chocolate one”

“Okay, thank you for the tip” she said, quickly noticing the mop of curls clumsy coming into the shop, a big grin blossoming on her lips as she waved at the heaving figure of her best friend “oh, there he is!”

Raul’s eyes found hers and he could only smile, forgetting only momentarily that one of the most wanted man in the country was just beside her, he shook his head to gain a bit more focus as he shortened the distance between them with every step “hi baby”

Y/N got up from her sit and was quick to throw her arms around his neck, as he did the same with her waist, planting a kiss to the crown of her head “Hi, honey this is… Oh my, just realized I never caught your name, I’m sorry, that was so rude”

“Geonoff, darling” he said with a smug smile on his lips, probably waiting some sort of reaction and proud of it.

And to Raul’s amusement, Y/N didn’t move a single muscle, didn’t give a single reaction, only offering a polite smile “Oh, nice name, I’m Y/N and this is my boyfriend, Raul”

“Beautiful name, suits such a gorgeous girl like you” he said, eyes on Raul waiting for some sort of response.

“Oh yeah, she doesn’t like it but I’ve always found it beautiful” he said softly.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys alone now, nice meeting the two of you” Geonoff said as his guards approached him with a paper bag “and Y/N, let me know if you need anything, I’m always around”

“Thank you” she said before pulling Raul to sit by her side on the booth as Geonoff walked out of the little shop “how was your day, honey?”

“Good, angel, got a couple of photos I think you’d like to see whenever we get home” he said throwing his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“You two are gross to watch” Jack grumbled through the coms making them both laugh.

Y/N turned her head to face him “you wanna go home to show me or you want to grab a cup of coffee first?”

“I think I want a bit of coffee, but we can order it to go, yeah?”

“Sure, whatever you want” Y/N said before sliding off the booth and pulling him with her, before stuffing her computer on her little backpack, which Raul promptly took from her.

“Come on, baby, can’t wait to lay down a bit” he ushered her to the register, where Tom waited patiently for them “hello there, I’d like an espresso please”

“Sure, anything else?” Tommy asked as he clicked on the little screen.

“Do you want anything, baby?”

“A red velvet cupcake to go, please”

Tom nodded looking a little nervous before speaking up “the other man with the security guards left this note and cupcake for you, ma’am” he then grabbed the little pastry and a fancy business card alongside it.

“Oh, I- are you sure it was for me?” she asked in disbelief as Raul tightened his arm around her.

Tom only nodded in response “positive, do you still want the red velvet one?”

“I- yes, please” Y/N let out before almost chocking on air, gently grabbing the card that contained the business information from his company (that she already had) and a little handwritten phrase next to a phone number, the note read ‘if you’re ever looking for a real man, let me know’.

“Someone’s got a crush on you” Raul teased trying to mask the anger bubbling up on his throat, but he knew she saw right through his facade. After all, Y/N knew him better than anyone else.

“Well, I feel bad for him, because I’m already taken, yeah?” she giggled at herself, lightly poking his chest to try and loosen his nerves a bit.

“Yeah, since I have you, know that I’m never letting you go” Raul pressed a kiss to her head huffing a small chuckle.

“Here it is, sir” Tom cut Raul out before handing him the paper bag, and he placed the money on Tom’s hand.

Raul offered a smile as he lead Y/N back to their place “Thank you, take care, kid”

As they were crossing the street, Y/N dropped the cupcake from Geonoff on the sidewalk, making it look like an accident as she cried out an ‘oh no, I can’t believe I dropped it!’ before tossing it on the bin. On the elevator to their apartment, Raul still seemed tense and too quiet for his normal self, but Y/N decided to drop it, maybe give him some time to deal with today.

Just as they opened the door, Jack was quick to pull them inside, grabbing the card from Y/N’s hand and tossing it into a special bag and running downstairs, probably to deliver it to a team so they could take it to the lab to run some tests. Celine was stretched on the couch, a knowing look in her eyes as she signaled for them to join her. Raul went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water in complete silence as Y/N sank down on the soft cushions with Celine.

“What’s wrong with him?” she muttered quietly, since there were no walls separating the rooms on this flat, only the bedroom and bathroom and Raul was standing pretty close.

Y/N sighed with a shrug “No clue, maybe just didn’t expect the interaction to go like that, I don’t know”

“By the way, you did great, he even got interested in you”

“Ew, no need to remind me, seriously that man is just gross, there’s something about him that’s just creepy, and I’m not even bringing up his criminal record” Y/N added grabbing a bottle water that Raul tossed at her after she nodded at him.

Celine nodded in understanding “Don't blame you, I think I would’ve punched him five seconds into talking”

“You wouldn’t last a single second with him talking” Jack said as he closed the door behind him.

Y/N and Celine laughed as Raul joined them on the couch, sitting on the armrest right behind Y/N as she leaned her weight on him. He threw an arm around her.

“I think we should order a pizza and have some beer, yeah? This was a successful day, Tom’s gonna be here any minute now and Raul didn’t die out of jealousy in 24h, only reasons to celebrate!”

“Don’t start celebrating now, Jack, he might combust at any second now” Celine said with a laugh and Y/N giggled shaking her head, looking up at him only to see his serious expression and a light pink tinting his cheeks.

“So, pizza and beer it is?” Jack asked pulling his phone.

“I think it’s a great idea” Tom said as he climbed through the back window.

“Okay, Jack, order the pizzas and grab us the beer” Y/N decided and Jack stared at her in shock.

“Why me?!”

“So you can do something useful for once instead of gossiping” Raul said playfully and Y/N smiled at that as Jack feigned hurt with a dramatic gasp.

“Well, there’s that and the fact that this genius idea belongs to you, doesn’t it?” Y/N asked

Jack stared at her and nodded “Well yeah but-“

“Then make it happen, darling” Y/N only threw a wink at him and he shook his head, but grabbing his phone to start ordering.

“Hey Tom, can I see the piece you brought back?” Celine asked without moving from her place on the couch.

Y/N took the opportunity to properly face Raul since the others were seemingly busy, so she cupped his face gently bringing his attention down at her “are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course I am, doll” he said turning his face to place a kiss at the palm of her hand before looking back at her.

“Are you sure? You didn’t seem fine five minutes ago”

“I just didn’t think he’d take such an interest on you so soon, I mean, you’re insanely gorgeous so it was obvious he was going to notice you, I guess I was just unconsciously hoping he wouldn’t” Raul sighed leaning his head against her hand and she let it slide on his face until she was able to curl her fingers on his hair “it’s stupid, I’m sorry, I was just being stupid yeah? Let’s focus on something else and relax”

“Are you sure?” she asked tugging on his hair a bit as he closed his eyes, nodding his head softly and she sighed “okay”

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aaliyahnicole · 2 years

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Luxor: Alpha + Omega Tracklist

“LUXOR: Alpha is the first installment of this two part series I created. A cool fun fact is that I actually wanted the project to be a full 14 track album simply titled ‘Luxor’ but after budgeting and analysis of my current audience it served me best to split it into two. This world I created — a heaven on earth, if you will — is a place for my angels to escape and come out renewed at the end of the experience. Whether it be me uplifting your spirits with a symphony of positive affirmations or reminding you of your worth through trappy ballads; if I made the listener feel something…anything…I’ve done my job. Heaven is your state of mind and I just want to assist people with freeing it.”

LUXOR

The title track was largely inspired by the Black panther movie. WAKANDA FOREVER! I wanted to create an anthem that I envisioned could be on the film’s soundtrack. My goal is to spread as much love and light as possible because darkness is far too easy to come by.

ARCADIUM

Strange is normal where I’m from so I wanted to make a chant song of sorts for all my alternative black girls out there. It’s not a gender specific song but it is a call to action to put on your best fit, go outside, attack the world and slay. Love is the driving force for everything I do so I aim to embody that in all aspects of my life if I can so help it and I want to teach my angels how to do this too.

GRAPES

Grapes was a collaboration with an amazing singer and songwriter, Sandy Scribbles. We initially sat down for a writing session and this particular song was one out of many that I had to have for myself. She wrote the first verse and I came in and dropped the hook and the second verse.

Own me

Own me was one of the first records I recorded on my solo musical journey. I paid for the beat and the studio session myself and went and just laid down this record with the sole intention of making an R&B pop hit with a positive message. I feel I did just that.

blvck

“May be dark but light’s within” is the theme of this song. It’s disguised as a fashion anthem but if one were to really dissect the lyrics, they would find a deeper meaning.

ultra soul

Ultra Soul is my baby and it is a song that is dear to my heart. While I was recording it, the engineer said I sounded like Aaliyah and although I had no choice but agree. I do find the Aaliyah comparisons flattering but I definitely intend to create a legacy of my own. May her soul rest in peace…I miss her more than you’ll ever know, ever know.

trophy

Trophy is my female ‘fuck you’ anthem and I do not if the boys can contain the fire that is represented in this track. I chose this track to be the first visual to my EP and you can view the trailer below.

that one

That One is my happy song, my family cookout song, my go to song to explain how I feel when I have a new crush and I’m able to land him.

wavy

Wavy is this amazing old school jazz feel of a record borrowing a few lines from the smash hit “Let’s Get Away” by T.I.

I wanted the record to feel like the sequel to Beyonce’s “Rocket,” where you’re talking that shit to your man and you’re just tryna get wavy baby. It’s also my take on the infamous Austin Powers phrase, “Do I make you randy, baby?"!”

honey

Honey was made after a night out with my team and we went back to one of my musical colleague’s home and decided to make a few tracks and what used to be titled “Angel” but later changed to Honey. It was meant to be a fun, cute light record and it involved into this musical masterpiece with the help of one of my favorite producers, Eyezlow.

the devil’s business

I created this song at 3 o’clock in the morning and I was super in my feelings. I’ve been hurt a lot and I needed to release that negative energy in a positive way. I asked my friend to help me record this song and The Devil’s Business was born. I wanted it to have the same mood as “Pumped Up Kicks” by Foster the People but with a hint of Billie Eillish’s vibes. I did want the title to be unorthodox and it does make me cringe at times but I wanted to reclaim the power from the word devil. Everyone is fighting demons and I wanted to showcase how I interpret my pain into something beautiful, into art.

anemic

I made this song after I broke up with my ex boyfriend. It was the last song we made together as a sign of peace. Even though our relationship was toxic

life’s good

With an awesome Biggie reference to carry the track followed by a Beyonce one to lead the second verse, Life’s Good is a feel good southern anthem that I wanted to create to round out my project. I wanted a record chanting positive affirmation to my angels so they can have a soundtrack to celebrate life to.

butterflies

I heal up like a butterfly, spread my wings and touch the sky. I went through a lot in the past 3 years yet I managed to come out on the other side of that with a burning fire of determination in my belly. I wanted to end this era with a healing symphony so my angels can hear the growth outside of the tribulations I’ve experienced. Despite this being one of my delayed and messiest rollouts, I wanted to end the journey with a banger. Touching on my Panamanian roots and throwing in a bit of Spanish gives the record a romantic latin feel expressing the language of a woman’s heart. Butterflies is my baby and I created it with the sole intention of healing from my trauma.

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 3 years

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Hell and Back Pt. 2

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, hospital mentions, mentions of drug abuse, allusions to suicide, allusion to self harm, self deprecating thoughts, a gun, mentions of knives, mentions of the dead, anxiety, signs of abuse, abusive and toxic relationships, and fainting.

Word Count: 6.1k

Songs: Pleaser-Wallows, 505-Artic Monkeys, Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood, Paper Planes- M.I.A, We come running- Youngblood Hawke, Young dumb and broke- Khalid, Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys, Break the Rules- Charli XCX

“I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.”

A/N: There might be some typos and grammatical errors sorry for those, I you want to be added to the Taglist just message me about or comment it. I’ll have a google form for it soon.

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When I saw my little sisters, that all went away. Sure I still called them a lot but nothing could compare to actually seeing them in person. Sapphire launched herself into my arms and I stumbled back a bit.

“I missed you too,” I said.

I hugged Aaliyah too. When I entered the apartment I heard voices. My dad’s and some feminine voice.

I walked in to find some woman who couldn't be older than 25 in my kitchen. Talking and laughing with my dad. I didn’t want to assume anything or start a scene so I just went into my room to catch up with my sisters.

We were talking about some kid who gave me a DMT pen once and I was tripping balls which I probably shouldn’t be talking about, but I want them to feel comfortable enough to come to me. Makes it easier to keep them safe.

Our dad opened the door and hung in the doorway.

“Hey… Y/N do you mind coming here for a sec?”

“Yeah sure…”

I stepped out of the room.

“Is something wrong?” It wasn’t often that he initiated a conversation that would end positively.

“No,no, not at all, I just want you to meet someone,”

When I entered the kitchen the same woman from before was still there. My dad walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“This is my girlfriend, Camilla”

I knew it . I knew it! I was trying not to be hostile toward her every problem I had was towards my dad so I smiled and waved to her.

“Camilla this is Y/N,” he pointed to me.

“Well I’ll let y’all get acquainted,” He said before leaving the room.

I sat on the kitchen island and waited for her to say something first.

“Look, I would just like to put it out there that I’m not trying to replace your mom in anyway.”

“Thanks I appreciate it,”

“Also, are you okay now?” She asked in a low voice.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Your dad said you ran away,” Of course he did “and I saw the news with your school at the Washington Monument.” So I guess she knew more about me then expected. Not surprised she was the one to ask me and not my so called dad.

“Thanks for your concern but I’m fine, and sorry to cut this conversation short but I’m drained.”

“Oh, okay, have a nice night,”

“You, too,”

I didn’t have time to think about anything. I just made it back to my room and face planted onto my bed. My whole being was sore including my brain. I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes, to shower, to think about my dad being a pathological liar or anything else that happened today.

I was awoken by my dad. I didn't know how long I slept but the sun was out. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep while the sun was up.

“Hey we’re going out, for family bonding and I want you there with us,”

Family.

We ain’t ever been a family before why start now. Is what I really wanted to say but I sucked it up because again I hadn’t seen my sisters in a while.

The movie was really boring. If we’re being honest.

I pulled Aaliyah and Sapphire aside as my dad and Camilla were deep in conversation.

“You know how I was staying at Wade’s house right?”

They both nodded.

“What did dad tell you about this,”

Sapphire just shrugged and Aaliyah was the one to post.

“I dunno he didn’t say much like usual he just kinda said you just left,”

I felt my jaw tightening as I processed her words, my fist clenching by my side.

“Oh, oh okay,” I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth a couple times “Well I just want you to know I’d never leave y’all without a very good reason, and I never won’t come back,”

By the time we got back to the house it was around twelve since we watched another movie and went to a restaurant. Then got ice cream. This is the most money my dad could’ve possibly spent on me in a long time. I mean he didn’t because I didn’t get anything and bought my own ticket. I didn’t want him to be able to use the fact he bought me stuff against me. I’d gotten tired of the “after I’ll I’ve done for you,” excuse.

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried NyQuil, melatonin, and even tea. The tea really did more harm than good.

This was an extremely stupid thing to do so don’t follow my lead but I was bored.

I grabbed a lot of useless shit from the floor of my room and made my way to the roof. I poured hand sanitizer on it and set it on fire. Putting aside the fact that it was really weird the fire was oddly beautiful. I sat there watching it for a minute before stomping it out.

I was going to text my friend Carmen but I realized she was supposed to be asleep and I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

I ended up scrolling through Zillow for a while then that turned into me applying for like four jobs. In which turned into me making spamming multiple friends saying we needed to hang out.

While I was on Zillow there was a relatively cheap apartment in Queens. Which was close to my school. It kept drawing me in for some reason. I bookmarked the tab.

Before I knew it the sun was up. I figured if I couldn’t sleep I would go on a walk to the park.

When I got back to the complex everyone was still asleep except my dad who walked outside like he was waiting on me. He grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly.

He basically told me I looked like a prostitute. I was running so my sports bra and leggings were actually pretty appropriate. He said that I was probably going out to fuck people and that’s where I always was. I opened my mouth to defend myself.

“Actually I was just going to the-“ I was cut off by a sharp sting on my cheek.

He fucking slapped me. Hard at that. He then grabbed my arm even tighter than before dragging me into the house.

I don’t know what hurt worse my face or that fact that I wouldn’t be able to blame him being drunk on all the times he’d hit me before. He was just an ass.

By the time I made it back to my room it felt like my body was burning itself from the inside out. My face was red and so was my arm from my elbow to almost my wrist. To try to cool myself down I took a cold shower and took some Tylenol.

I still couldn’t sleep but tonight it was because it was so hot. I really needed a fan in my room. It was already 6 so I just decided to get a head start at the school. Not without taking pictures of my bruises before covering them with green concealer and foundation. I wore a hoodie for good measure.

I felt dizzy and decided it was probably best not to skate at the moment and I’m 90% sure I fell asleep on the subway. Apparently we had an art project due which I had no idea existed in the first place so I wasn’t going to that class today. Even though I did truly love Ms. Kramer. I was just gonna skip and go to Bri’s class. Which just happened to be chemistry.

I wasn’t surprised Mr. Cobwell asked no question when I walked in. I ate lunch in his class a couple times, he was chill. He continued on talking about Quantum Theory.

I made Flash move from his seat next to Bri which he immediately did. I guess he was scared of me now.

“Hey,” I said, placing my non bruised side of my face on the desk.

“Hey,” She whispered back. “What class are you supposed to be in?”

“Art,”

“Why are you there? You love art,”

“I’m not feeling it today,”

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Lemme use your AirPods,”

She reached into her bag handing them over going back to taking notes. That didn’t last long.

“What ya watching?” She asked.

“Bad Girls Club,” I smiled knowing she liked this show.

“What season?”

“7,” I whispered because now I felt too weak to waste my energy on speaking. I placed the phone on my lap and she took the other AirPod and before I knew I class was over with Tasha throwing trash everywhere.

I figured I was feeling sick because my blood sugar was low or something so I drank some Apple juice at lunch and called it a day.

Now time for Physics. I hate physics. Why would science ever require so much math?

It was so hot. Like on the face of the sun, hot but I couldn’t take my hoodie off because I felt like I’d sweat my foundation off.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked me “You look pale,” I swear if he doesn’t learn to mind his business.

“I’m fine,” I told him, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, I gestured to his notebook. “Do your work,”

“Alright fine,” he said reluctantly, glancing at me once before getting back to writing whatever we were supposed to be doing down.

I pulled my hoodie back over my head and sat up in my seat about to try to do my work again. But it was so hot and I was so dizzy that I couldn’t focus.

The world began to swirl and I knew the switch in my brain was going to flip off. I just didn’t have time or enough energy to tell anyone.

When I woke up I was in a bed in the nurse's office and the first thing I noticed was I didn’t have my hoodie. Shit. I used to make fun of people for passing out because how does your own body clock out on you? Until it started happening to me like last year.

I went into the bathroom and sure enough the giant bruise on my cheek and arm were kinda visible.

Again shit.

I patted my forehead with a cold paper towel because the nurse’s bathroom actually had paper towels unlike all the others, before the nurse came back.

“Hello, Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded. She smiled down at me before giving me water and checking my temperature.

“You have a fever,” she said after looking down at the thermometer “We called dad to come and pick you up but we got no answer. Is there anyone else that can come and take you?”

I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

I drank some more of the water before speaking up.

“I have a friend who’s at this school she could maybe drop me off?”

“I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” she said.

“You know what? Go back to class, get your friend and come right back.”

I pushed off the bed and headed out of the nurses office surprised to find Peter sitting on the bench outside it.

“Are you okay?” He asked me again

“Yes I’m okay” I nodded. Apparently I wasn’t as okay as I thought because I almost tripped over my leg trying to move. But Peter immediately reached his hand out to stabilize me. And I don’t know why that made me as angry as it was but I said “I don’t need you to help,” harsher than I need to.

“Sorry,” I said calmly almost immediately after.

“It’s okay,” He said scratching the back of his neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking where’d these bruises come from,”

“I fell,” was all I said. He looked skeptical but that was all he was going to get, I didn’t need CPS all up in my business. That’s also payback for him lying to me about “cat scratches”.

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah, anything,” he said.

“Can you go get Briana from Mr. Dell’s class for me?”

“Yeah I’ll be right back,” he said before sprinting down the hallway. I giggled at his giddiness. It was still extremely hot everywhere my body was tingling.

Bri ran towards me

“Oh my god are you okay,”

“I’m fine, I just need you to talk to the nurse with me real quick,”

She apparently didn’t have her car with her today so she was a no go.

“I’m sorry girl,” she said, pulling me into a hug.

“It’s okay, go back to class now,” I said.

“Alright feel better,”

I walked back out of the office to find none other than Peter still waiting there.

“So what happened?” He asked.

“Looks like I’m walking home,” I smiled sarcastically. “Yay,”

“I can walk you home,”

“No, thank you”

“I insist,” I laughed again

“I still think that word is funny,” I said.

“Okay, now let me walk you home,”

We were walking in no general direction. No one but MJ and Bri know my address and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Wait, you need food,” He claimed.

We ended up at this place called Delmar’s Deli. I’d passed it a couple times while walking home and during my less legal “hobby”. I really wasn’t hungry at all. I took all of like two bites from my sandwich claiming I’d take it to go before throwing it away. It wasn’t bad, it was quite good, actually I just wasn’t hungry.

“My aunt is a nurse at an emergency room, she can check you out,” I hate anything that's anything like a hospital at all brings terrible memories, but I didn’t want him to know where I lived so I agreed. I’d ditch him then.

It took us a while to get there but by the time we did I had to stop and catch my breath. He offered to walk me home and got me food. What a Spiderman thing to do. I’d say I had much solid proof to go on by now.

“Peter!” The gorgeous brunette woman came over to the waiting room “What are you doing here don’t you have school?”

“Yeah but my friend-“ When her eyes ghosted over to my face she cut herself off. “Oh my God are you okay,” she referred to my bruises “What happened to you?”

“Did Flash do this to her?” She asked Peter and I had to stifle a laugh at that. I wish he would try to lay a finger on me.

“No, she just told me she fell, we’re here cause she fainted and I don’t know if the school nurse is very capable of actually helping,”

Is this a new thing Peter just decides to randomly worry about me for no good reason and forces me into taking care of myself. Because I hate it.

“Oh, ok,” She nodded her head. “Grab one of those questionnaires over there,” She pointed to the sign in table. “Are your parents going to come too?” She asked and I shook my head.

She and Peter moved over to the side and started talking about something I had no interest in. I grabbed the questionnaire and sat on the edge of the closest seat.

1. What’s your age?

That’s easy 15.

2. Specify your race

African American of course.

3. Select your highest level of education

Some high school

4. What’s your marital status?

Single never married. Unless you count that un-ordained wedding I once had.

5. Specify your employment status

A student.

6. Have you ever been treated in an emergency room (specify age)?

Yes, as a child.

7. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? If yes, do you remember why?

Okay wow. Yes.

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, vision blurry from tears forming in my eyes.

“Y/N, you okay in there?” I heard my brother ask after lightly rapping his fingers on the door.

“Yeah, I’m okay!”

No I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all. In fact I was the farthest thing from okay. I glanced down at my thighs, you could see cuts from the night before and scars peeking out from underneath my shorts. I was sobbing at this point.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for myself or to everyone I knew I’d hurt by this. I already had the headache. I was just waiting for the rest of the pills to kick in.

I was holding onto the sink for support when the left side of my body started to feel tingly. The whole situation felt hazy. I was shaking hard before I fell, taking almost everything on the sink with me.

My head hit the bathmat and I could feel my heart slowing and hear my breath become shallow. I heard the doorknob jingle and that was the last thing before a feeling of true bliss and peace took over my body.

I could hear screams and sirens and I knew I was in an ambulance. Slowly I awoke with wires all over my body and an IV in my wrist. My limbs were dead weight, I couldn’t move.

A single tear fell from my eye alerting me off my surroundings. I quickly came back to myself. I made up the excuse of a family emergency and left.

I ended up halfway across the city. Then in Brooklyn visiting a friend.

I knocked on the window of Aaron’s apartment. I could see Miles sitting on the couch.

“How’ve things been over here?” I asked once I was settled on the couch as well.

“Uh, pretty tame, and you?”

“There was that whole elevator stunt and I almost fucking died which was fun.”

“Forgot you never take anything seriously,” He rolled his eyes.

I laughed in response “Well one of us has got to be fun for us since it’s clearly not you,”

“In celebration of me not dying I’m making sundaes,”

“Alright,” He said leaning back on the couch.

“Hey uh, When’s Aaron coming back?” I asked, getting the whipped cream out of the fridge.

“I’m not sure,”

This is actually like really fucking dangerous. Like it could kill me. It’s just I was already in pain and had a headache. I also wasn’t thinking. I’d already made the sundaes. I turned around so Miles couldn’t see what I was doing before I- Okay I’m not going to do this. Get it together God you’re acting like an addict. The amount of people who’ve died from inhalants were insane. There it is again death.

“Drawn anything new lately?” I asked, wanting to get my mind off of the topic of death that seemed to be plaguing my brain lately.

“Some small sketches,”

I got the text that’d I been waiting for. I’d been talking to Aaron for the past few days. I’m not sure how Miles would feel about that. So I haven’t said anything.

But I got the text.

Staten Island Ferry 3pm

I immediately popped up from the couch.

“I have to go like right now, it’s an emergency,”

I sprinted towards the door almost running into the punching bag in front of me.

“Y/N-“

It’d been a week and things were looking up. I had a great day yesterday without the use of any drug. But nothing good ever lasts too long. I didn’t have to worry about that now. What I needed to worry about, was getting Peter to stop falling on his ass.

I tried not to laugh at him and failed.

“It’s not funny,” he said, pulling me down with him as I reached out to pull him up. Soon he was laughing too.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and saw that Aaron texted me.

hey the results from the search came in.

what???? don’t play with me I’m on my way right now.

“Uh hey I gotta go sorry,”

“No it’s fine I probably should get home too,” He pushed off the ground reaching down for me.

“Do you wanna do this again tomorrow?” He asked a hopeful glint in his eye once we were both on our feet.

“Yeah sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Okay,” I echoed heading off.

Ned was being fucking stupid.

“NO!” I slammed my hands down on the table “You don’t stab anyone especially if you plan on using bleach to clean up the blood. At least use vinegar and lemon,”

“Okay, jeez,” he said reeling back, “How would you do it then?”

Before I could say anything MJ spoke up

“You could just use a needle full of air in between their toes, Their heart would fail”

“Orrr,” I said spinning around on top of the table towards Ned. “You could overdose them on potassium and by the time the police get there the potassium in their blood is back at a normal level,”

“Yeah that works too,” MJ stated going back to whatever she was drawing.

“You guys scare me,” Ned muttered making me smile.

“Where’s Peter?” I asked and Ned pointed across the room.

There he was sitting by Liz. It was cute I knew about his little crush on her. I’m sure the whole school did. Glad it’s working out for him. However that did not stop the pain in my stomach.

I got up from the table because suddenly I did not want to be at school anymore.

“Where are you going?” MJ looked up at me.

I shrugged. In all honesty I had no I idea where I was going. Somehow I always end up at Wade’s house when I don’t know where I want to go. He wasn’t home but I had a key. I can’t remember if he gave it to me or I stole if we're being honest.

Clearly I hadn’t passed by a mirror in a while because damn. I look terrible.

My eyes were red and circled with a dark hue from lack of sleep. I still had a yellowing bruise on my cheek. I was pale. I looked to be on the verge of death.

I looked frail, like at any second I’d just fall apart.

It was so unfair. My bones dragged down my body. The pieces of my soul that were mined out and removed from my mind. There’s a hole leaving me forever longing and I cannot fill nor feel. Hiraeth, a beautiful word for a ugly feeling. longing for a home that I never truly had, a home in which I’d never return. I would like to drift to where my spirit lies. It’s in the eyes of you and me and everyone in between. Drifting on a small boat in the sea. Viridian. Yes! That's the place I would like to be, that's where my soul lies yes you see.

I kept punching his punching bag over and over again. Until I was on my back on the floor begging my lungs to allow air into them with Time (Is) by Solange playing on loop. Something put it into my head that I had to kill Vulture. I’d never directly killed anyone but that was gonna change. Having people killed or knowing someone was going to kill someone and not doing anything about isn’t killing anyone in my book, but I’m sure it would be in Spidey’s

That’s literally Liz’s dad though…

Okay maybe I’d just get him locked up. Great now I gotta be a snitch. That’s new. I showered not even caring about my hair now my curls were sticking to my face. I was freezing now though. I didn’t know whether to be glad that my body wasn’t on fire anymore or be upset that I was covered in goosebumps.

Wade’s laptop was sitting right there on his bed. I was only taking a shower but, I think I should be allowed to watch Netflix and he wouldn’t mind, I was already on his account anways.

After like 3 episodes into this random show there was a folder that was calling to me for some reason.

It’d be okay to take a sneak peek. I thought to myself.

I clicked on it and it was locked. I guessed the password in like three tries. He’s really gotta up his password game. It opened to multiple folders, one with my mom's name. Okay I had to click this then.

I opened it which opened to more folders one titled ‘In Case of My Death’.

Okay, okay cool my mother has had a video of what to do all if she died all along. This would’ve come in handy five years ago.

There were three videos with the names of myself and my sisters. I clicked on mine then paused it.

Then unpaused it again.

I couldn’t do it. Okay, yes I could. I played it again. As soon as I heard the beginning of the word “hi”. I shut the computer off. I couldn’t do this. Couldn't do it because I was weak, I couldn’t handle myself. I was stupid and weak and a fucking disappointment. Guess my dad had been right all these years. I knew there was always some truth to the words he spoke only a matter of time until I started acknowledging it.

I don’t remember coming home to the apartment. And I definitely don’t remember writing all over the walls of my dad’s room. But I had a marker in my hands and it looked like a toddler had gone to town.

Holy Shit

He was actually going to murder me, in cold fucking blood. I trashed, the living room area, his room, and then mine. I was not coming home tonight. Looks like I’d need to find a new home now. At this point that sounded like a pretty solid plan.

I text my sisters a quick text ‘stay at grandma’s house tonight dad is going to pissed like Super Sayian mode’ before grabbing my go-bag which was: a bag of the essentials, like hygiene a couple shirts, shorts, hoodies, pants, and of course the flash drive can't forget the flash drive.

The flash drive that’s driving me crazy. I’d yet to open it though. I knew I was crazy because I did all this while fucking sobbing.

I wandered around for hours. Making my way to Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, AND actual New York City.

Somehow I still ended up at Olivia’s door at the end of the day. I honestly believe we were soulmates. Most people don’t know you get many soulmates in a lifetime. I think Olivia and I would be the karmic kind. A karmic relationship is meant to help you grow, but it is never meant to last—it's often playing out a bad experience from a past life. I’m guessing I hadn’t grown yet because here I was.

She opened the door after a second. I’m surprised she did because I used our special knock so I knew she knew it was me.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” I screamed in her face.

“You're the one going off and being secretive and shit, like you’re scared I’m gonna hurt you or something,” she yelled walking up the stairs.

I followed after her,

“Maybe you would hurt me. I don’t know you are insane,” I said, tears brimming my eyes.

“Just because you have fucking daddy issues, doesn’t mean you have to carrying them into every part of your life,”

“I have daddy issues?” I screamed soon turning into me choking on a laugh making an unhinged noise “Oh, I have fucking daddy issues, now? Oh, okay,” I nodded.

“Your parents didn’t even fucking want you,” I pointed at her. “At least my mom stuck around before she died,”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Yeah well right back at you,”

“You’re fucking psychotic! Literally you’re so much like your dad and you don’t even know it, You’re trying to please him and he doesn’t give two shits about you, Wake up Y/N! Wake up.”

“I’m hard on you because I love you so much,” She claimed, but her love was suffocating.

“Oh yeah? I asked “Well i don’t know how much more of this ’love’ I can take,”

“Fine then,” She screamed.

“Fine,” I said before she slammed the door in my face leaving me standing out in the cold crying.

That wasn’t even the worse we’d said to each other. It was the first but not the last time we’d break up either. I do believe we loved each other though in our own twisted way. Well at least I know I loved her.

“Hey,” She said softly as she could sense I was due to break at any second. My cheeks were probably tear stained.

“Hey,” I whispered back.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“No,” I shook my head. One thing I liked about her is I didn’t have to fake it around her, because masking my real emotions was so draining. At least I didn’t have to do it with everyone.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No,”

“Okay,” she said softly “My parents aren’t home, so you don’t have to worry about them,” not surprised.

I nodded before she grabbed my hand bringing me inside.

“I missed you,” she said stroking my hair as I laid on her bed, my head in her lap.

“I missed you too,” I wasn’t lying my head drifted to her from time to time. It wasn’t that I wanted to get back together I just missed her presence.

She smiled sadly at me running her finger over the bags on my eyes.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” She quotes.

“Yeah well, ’m not queen or princess and definitely don’t have a crown, so we don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” I said.

“You’re a princess to me,” I gave a genuine yet tired smile at that.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay,” She said.

That was the first time I was actually able to fall asleep and without medicine or having to go on a walk or do anything really.

I woke up in the bed alone only to find Olivia sitting at her kitchen island eating spaghetti.

She smiled when she saw me coming into view.

“Sleep well?” She asked.

“Yeah surprisingly,” How long had I been asleep for I wondered.

“It’s 10 pm,” She said, still being able to read me.

I made my way over to her and sat across her.

“So what’s really going on with you miss Y/N?” She questioned.

I shrugged “I don’t know, nothing,”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cause I’m not buying,”

I explained to her how my dad was being weird and how I wanted to move out now. How I had pretty much vandalized the house. How I found the video of my mom. Just everything. Well maybe not everything I didn’t tell her about Vulture because I feel like she’d try to do something and I didn’t want her to get hurt.

“Oh wow, damn... holy shit. Are you gonna watch your moms video?” She asked. Huh I hadn’t thought about that.

“I mean of course I will, yeah,” I nodded “Probably, I don’t know I’m scared,”

“Wouldn’t you rather just push the fear back and watch then wonder the rest of your life what it says.”

I sighed. Can't argue with that logic.

“I’m assuming you came here because you need a place to stay?” She said.

“Yes, I need a place to stay just for a while but I don’t want it to seem like I’m just using you I can find somewhere else,”

“Now it’s fine stay as long as you need but my dad gets back at the end of the month and we both know he doesn’t like you,” She chuckled at the last sentence and I laughed too.

I was on the ferry heading towards Staten Island now. I knew the sale was for these weird alien shits but that's pretty much all I knew. I figured I’d sort of “out bid” the buyers then get rid of everything. By outbid I mean straight up steal. Some guy in a white pickup truck is officially my target. Thorn was still on hiatus. Meaning no knives unless you count the pocket knife I always had on me, no suit. I did have a trejo though, you know just in case. I couldn’t help my mind from drifting to Pop Smoke’s “I got it on me”. I let out a small laugh.

I was hiding behind some car waiting for a crack in the plan to slip in.

That was until Spiderman showed up. It’s like he had a sixth sense to ruin all of my plans.

Shit

Well abort mission. Just as I started walking around to get to the side of the boat. The van I was next to had Vulture literally coming out of it. I knew it’d looked familiar.

I made it up to the top deck looking down on everything unfolding. So a quick rundown, the FBI was here, meaning Tony Stark or someone with government clearance probably did something because I highly doubt that Spiderman, the Spiderman that I’ve seen hit a window like a bird while swinging, had any government clearance.

See now I was looking to find a good time to make my escape. That was until that purple alien shit started spewing stuff beams of light through the ship. And fuck, I look away for one second and the new Shocker guy was gone. I turned around and saw he was running in another direction. I chased after him the rubber of my sneakers squeaking on the deck.

I jumped down onto Shocker’s back sending us both to the floor before he pushed me off. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and I’m pretty sure I heard something pull in my leg.

He jumped off onto the Vulture and I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore. Not like I was just going to shoot them down in public. I saw the light shooting down the middle of the ferry. I was gonna make a run for it but the loud squeal noise was so loud I fell over. Soon I was slung back into what I think was a bench not entirely sure I just knew it hurt like a bitch.

I’m pretty sure I feel unconscious for like 30 seconds.

But that was enough because the boat had already split in half and I couldn’t get to the deck or a lifeboat. However Spider-Man was frantically trying to get it together.

I was trying to be hopeful because everything was looking up, as the parts of the ship got closer together but I think we all know the saying ‘what goes up must come down’

Over the ringing in my head I could assume that things were fixed because people were cheering. One thing that comes from cheering is movement and if I learned anything from the elevator it’s that moving in a very unstable metal death box is not a good idea.

The ship was falling apart again until it wasn’t. It was pushed back together by I could only assume would be our government clearance guy Tony Stark. I looked out the window and yep there he was.

As soon as I got on solid ground I called my sisters.

“Hiii!” I exclaimed. “Where are you, are you okay?”

“Yes we’re fine, and where at grandma’s house like you told us to go to where else would we be,” I could almost hear the eye roll in Liyah’s voice.

“Okay little Miss attitude stay there until I can feel everything out with dad,”

“Alright,”

“Okay I love you guys,” I said, getting a small “love you too” from Sapphire.

“I know,” was the response I got from Liyah. I almost gasped the audacity of this child.

“Say it back,”

“Say it back,” She mocked, evoking laughter from both sides of the call.

“Okay love you too byeeee,” She said hanging up.

I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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Slow Burn: Act I - Part 3

The Secret Session

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: There’s a secret audience member at your acoustic show.

Warnings: Profanity

Notes: Before you dive in, get in the zone with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Full of acoustic jams by a couple of my favorite artists. Read the previous part here.

The calm before the storm. That’s what the time before a performance is like for you. You politely demand minimal talking of anyone in the room, unable to help getting lost in thought before a show, often reflecting on the last couple years. Today is no different.

Honey, your song is on the radio!

Oh ‘cos you’re ‘famous’ now, you think you’re hot shit?

It’s not like you don’t have the money.

5 weeks at number 1 and counting!

I can’t believe how naive you’re being.

I can’t believe how jealous you’re being.

And the award goes to…

You won!

I thought you’d be happy for me.

I can’t do this anymore...

“So… that hangover of yours must be serious.”

You bring your eyesight from its fixed spot on the floor in front of you to look at Jimi. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear me say ‘pancakes’.”

You whip your head around like a madwoman. “Pancakes?! Where?”

“Down girl. There are none. You fiend.”

“Then why mention it? Getting my hopes up like that…”

“‘Cos they’d go reeeealllly good with this obviously expensive, gourmet coffee someone named ‘CE’ sent you.”

“What?” You rush over to Jimi’s side and take the note from her hand.

“Mmhmm... cryptic ass note too. But I’m gonna guess not to you.”

Roses are red, coffee is brown. Boston’s known for tea parties, and I for putting my foot in my mouth. Forgive me? -CE

‘Brown’ and ‘mouth’? What a way with words, this guy. He really went through the trouble, though…

“Wanna tell me what you got up to last night? As your manager, I should know.” Jimi tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at you.

You cringed at the thought of recounting last night’s events. “Not really.” Throwing the note over your shoulder, you began inspecting the extravagant bouquet. “And I’m not hungover by the way. Just feeling— ugh, you know how I get before shows.”

“Nuh uh, sis. Now I’m pulling best friend rank. Hungover or not, you crept ya ass back into the hotel room close to 3 am KNOWING you had a show the next day, get sent coffee and flowers with cheesy apology notes by obviously rich randos, and on TOP OF IT ALL, are about to be away from me for what? 3 months?”

“4 months,” you reluctantly corrected her.

“4 MONTHS! And you REALLY THINK you’re not about to tell me what the hell happened last night? What do you think this is— Pretty Little Liars? Bitch, spill.” Jimi’s right… manager AND best friend. She deserves the tea… Why’d I give her this much power?

“Well…” Jimi takes a seat as you pace around, beginning to tell her about meeting Chris the night before.

“Chris Evans, Chris Evans? Like Chris motherfucking Evans?”

“Girl, yes!” you confirm.

You tell her about your stupid, potentially offensive joke.

“Ooooff. I’m not surprised, though, that’s on brand for you.”

“Ugh, I know— hey!”

You tell her how Anthony and Scott were obviously trying to set you up, and how Anthony was not helping the awkwardness you already established.

“Why, though??”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

You tell her how things eventually turned around, you and Chris caught a little vibe, and that you were so sure he was flirting with you. How genuine he seemed, and how dreamy his eyes were, and—

“Wait a min—”

“Let me finish!”

Finally, you told her how you’d accidentally read Anthony’s text chain with Chris, and saw what Chris really thought of you.

“Well, damn.”

“I’m saying!” You breathe out exasperatedly as you sit down in front Jimi, leaning your head on her knee.“It's not that I thought we’d ride off into the sunset together or anything, but I just thought I’d read him as genuine. I don’t know… with all that’s happened the last few months, my judgment could really use a win.”

“Oh honey, I know. But what did I tell you? You—”

“We’re ready for you!” Saved by the stage manager.

“Looks like your stern talking to is gonna have to wait until after the meet and greet.”

“Immediately after. Have fun out there hun. Snatch some wigs!”

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You didn’t see it, but last night Chris saw you enter the party. His breath hitched at the sight of you, dressed in all white, hair like a kinky-curly halo around your head. An actual angel. Somewhat dressed down from the other ladies in the party, but clearly confident and comfortable in your own skin, made you stand out to him. His mesmerization was interrupted by voices calling out in the distance. It was a couple of the younger actor boys, and he watched you chat with them.

Chris looked away when his phone dinged indicating he received a text. It was from Mackie, asking if he was ok. Can I catch a break? He exchanged texts, but wanted to return his gaze so badly to the sneakered beauty that caught his eye. When he looked up, you were gone, and he panicked a little. He finally found you outside on the rooftop patio, dancing provocatively… with Scott?

Chris made his way over to you, Scott, and Mackie. He admired the way you talked expressively about who-knows-what, but your animated faces amused him. When he got to you all, introductions were made; you’re an actress, soon making your film debut alongside his brother and friend. He tries to make small talk with you, but somehow finds himself being joked on for his own film debut, and he’s slightly returned to his sullen mood. I’m not in the mood for this. It’s always too good to be true, huh?

Alone with you at the bar, though, something happens, you change his mind— or rather confirm and further his initial intrigue. The two of you talk, laugh, and dance with each other for the better part of the evening, often catching yourselves gazing smittenly at the beautiful stranger opposite of you. He thinks that you're funny, smart, and confidently awkward. Chris appreciates your realness and was never more glad he came out despite his previously funky mood.

Unfourtunately, there was another change, a sour one. You’d seen Chris’ blind judgments of you. FuuuuUUUUUUcccckkk. He’d sent those texts before he’d even met you, ignorant to you being the musician that his brother and friend were trying to set him up with— they’d done a good job of making sure of that after he expressed his disinterest. But you didn’t know that, and believed that what he texted was truly what he thought of you after enjoying each other’s company all night.

Chris was embarrassed to say the least. He went to the bathroom to hide his shame. I finally, FINALLY hit it off with someone, and possibly blew it because I just HAD to choose this ONE time to be colorful in my word choice. I gotta make this right.

As quickly as he could, he’d gotten together a demonstration of remorse: a beautiful bouquet of roses and some gourmet coffee, a call back to the quips you shared last night, sent to your green room. He wasn’t sure what to say on the note, but remembering how much of a jokester you are, he went the cheesy, comical route, and prayed it went over well. Chris could’ve left it at that, but no, my curiosity had to get the best of me.

Just like you hadn’t seen him watching you last night, you hadn’t seen him watching you today. Today, however, he’s not the only one watching you. This isn’t qualified as stalking, is it? God, I hope not. Appropriately anxious and tucked in the furthest corner of the small, but packed venue, clad in a baseball cap, hoodie, and sunglasses, Chris heavily reconsidered his spur of the moment decision of coming to see your acoustic performance. Any chance of leaving was now gone as the lights dimmed and the presenter came on stage.

“In the last 2 years following the release of her debut album, today’s artist has taken music by storm! She’s had a #1 song in the country for 10 consecutive weeks— graced the covers of Rolling Stone and Vogue— top-billed major music festivals like Lollapalooza and Coachella. She’s even cleaned up at the Grammys this year and then gave the most talked about performance.” Damn… do I really live under a rock? “iHeartRadio, give a warm welcome to…”

Applause erupted as you joined your band on stage, taking your spot behind the microphone. You greeted the crowd with a shy smile and introduced the first song. “This… is ‘Stroke’.” The crowd erupts again around Chris, all in on what’s in store, leaving him the only one in the room unsure of what to expect.

Chris is mesmerized by your voice and amused by your quirky dance moves. But he feels conflicted, knowing that similar moves were done with him last night on the dance floor. When you danced together, it had felt like the two of you were in your own little world, but seeing you onstage sharing some of that with an entire audience made him feel a little… insignificant.

Your lyrics are smart, raw and moving and the instrumentation is captivating even in its stripped back state. Chris doesn’t think he’s ever heard music like yours before. He’s surprised by the subtly aggressive and sexual nature of it, considering how awkward and goofy and cute you were with him. However, he loves watching your outright confidence, your assertiveness, in action on stage. Wow, she’s fucking amazing!

“... thank y’all! Um… this next one is a cover of a song I’m sure you know and love.” The guitarist starts the iconic riff of Aaliyah’s ‘Are You That Somebody?’. Chris is taken back to hearing this song at many parties in his younger years where he mindlessly *and drunkenly* danced to the upbeat production. But hearing you sing it today, a little slower and a lot more vulnerable, the lyrics hit him differently.

“Oh boy, see I’m trusting you with my heart, my soul

I probably shouldn’t let you but if I

If I let you know

You can’t tell nobody, I’m talkin’ ‘bout nobody

I hope you’re responsible

Boy I gotta watch my back, 'Cause I’m not just anybody”

He’s reminded of your comments last night.

“Don’t you ever feel like you can’t tell people’s intentions? Like, you can’t tell if someone wants to be around you for you or… for what they think they’ll get in return. It’s just easier to stay in your own, comfortable bubble sometimes. I don’t know…”

She probably thinks I was trying to take advantage of her. God, I’m so stupid sometimes!

At the end of the set, there’s a round of deserving applause and cheers for you, and you beam at the crowd, thanking them. Chris can’t help but feel strangely proud of you; he barely knows you, but can tell you love what you do and give your all to it. He admires that.

When the lights come up and the presenter joins you on stage, Chris takes that opportunity to slip out early so as not to be caught in the rush of everyone leaving, risking him getting recognized. He gets his phone out to let his driver know he’s coming down and to meet him around the corner, hoping this will keep them from tipping off paparazzi. He then opens his music app to download all your music. It’s official: I’m a fan.

——————————————————————————

“Alright everybody, if you have tickets for the meet and greet… “ the presenter gives announcements as you leave the stage. Being the attentive performer you are, you noticed a tall, enigmatic audience member leave early. Normally you would’ve gently called them out, but something stopped you. A familiarity of the figure, the stature, the walk.

Your breath catches in your throat at the thought of who it could be. You start towards the green room to prepare for the meet and greet, although your swirling thoughts cause you to make little to no strides in that direction. What if it is Chris? Why would he come today? Was he really sorry? Or was he just bored and looking for a good laugh?

Adrenaline rushes you and you head in the direction of where the figure had gone. You scan the room and spot them, stomp up behind them, ready to have some words.

“Hey! HEY!” You reach and yank their hoodie off, “WHAT’D YOU THINK OF THE show…” your voice trails off at the sight of a toupee hanging in the pulled down hood, and the figure turns around. Shit.

“¡¿Qué mierda estás haciendo?!” The Spanish speaking stranger is loud, bald, and clearly pissed.

“Lo siento,” you offer with a sheepish smile and shrug, then turn on your heels and scurry off, slightly embarrassed by the scene you’d caused.

“What the hell was that?” Jimi asked with wide eyes. “Not what I meant when I said ‘snatch some wigs’!”

“I thought that was Chris…”

“You thought an extremely famous, A-list actor, who barely flirted with you last night, and clearly doesn’t think very highly of you, risked pestering paps and mobbing fans to go out of his way to come to your set today?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“And if it was? What were you gonna do?”

“I… didn’t think that far.”

“You didn’t think at all. Listen, I get that you’re hurt—“

“I’m not hurt! Ok… That’s not me. I don’t get hurt.”

Jimi sighs, softening her eyes and speaks at you with tough love and concern. “Whatever it is you’re feeling, you can’t let him or any other industry guy get in your head like this. Your career’s finally taking off like you wanted, and your personal life is less in shambles than it was a while ago. If you want everything to continue going in the right direction, you gotta get focused! You’ve got a movie role to slay! And many more amazing opportunities waiting for you after that because you made it all happen. I want you to remember that this next chapter is about focusing on what’s right for you, professionally and personally. Do NOT bring in the bullshit from the last chapter.”

It’s your turn to sigh. “But, I—“

“Aht-aht! No excuses. Are we clear?” You simply nod because there’s not much you can say. All you can do is mentally make a promise to yourself to not let any guy get you besides yourself, that you will be willing and ready for great things to happen to you. Jimi’s right… again! Dammit, I hate when she’s right.

Part 4

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transnamesuggestions · 4 years

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I’ve been trying to find a name that fits but I’m really struggling. I’ve tried Jessyca Ashley/ash Riley(birthname) Greer Aaliyah Claire. And I’m not getting anywhere. I’m non binary I use they/them and I’m amab thinking about hormones. Can you give me a hint on where to go? Or name options?

I’ve found that sometimes when it comes to having so many name options that it may help to settle on some initials that you are the most drawn to. This, in a way, helps to narrow down your lists & ideas!

For an example if you are drawn to J names, you can use J as a stand in nickname until you decide on a longer name for it. This opens up possibility too for you to spend a longer time deciding on a middle name

Another thing that might help is trying your hand at physically writing & signing the names, to see if any feel more natural to you. When I was really in the thick of name hunting I would make one list every week or so and then after a bit of time I compared the lists and saw what names kept coming up & what ones were only temporary. This really helped me narrow in on a couple names that I eventually wound up deciding from

Hopefully this helps a bit!

Also these names came to mind: Ashlyn, Jessa, Avery/Averly, Aria, Joss/Josselyn

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cncobby · 5 years

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CNCO at Disneyland/California Adventures

as a native californian and an avid disney lover writing this WRECKED me so i hope you all enjoy~

JOEL

cali boy obviously loves his disney

u guys are season passholders duh

always there right when the park opens

he refuses to let go of your hand the whole day

“babe you don’t have to hold my hand all the time ya know? its not even that crowded today”

“nah i gotta or else you’ll get lost”

*eye roll* “yeah ok dork”

being so cutesy in line

all the smooches??

just like small ones when you’re leaning on him since the lines are long

forehead ones

cheek ones

so many smooches all over ur face

forcing him to wear the minnie ears

“they look cute i PROMISE”

“can’t i just wear the hat??”

“uh no this is what the people want”

taking his sunglasses for yourself

“baby this is why you should just let me buy you new sunglasses”

“why when i can just wear yours??”

so. many. selfies.

i mean what else is there to do in line???

cute ones, funny ones, gross ones

he’s really good at taking candids of you

attempting to do cute poses when the cameras take pictures of you at the end of the ride

him being pouty bc the ride messed up his hair

“baaaaabe can you fix my hair again the ride messed it up”

taking the cutest couple pics in front of the castle

watching the fireworks together!!!

u guys are just talking when u absentmindedly note that your dream proposal would be at disney

he’s like “noted as FUCK” to himself

CHRISTOPHER

he’s SO EXCITED

being the big kid he is he’s so excited for all the rides

also just spending a day with his baby?? his favorite activity

tbh his favorite part is all the food

you guys probably spend more time eating than on rides

seeing his face when u buy him that giant turkey leg is PRICELESS

u have to stop him from stopping at LITERALLY every cart/restaurant

“baby if you eat that rn you’re going to vomit on the ride”

“BUT ITS BLUE CHURROS”

has the most fun on autopia and the cars ride tbh

(since he gets to drive like a fucking maniac)

he LOVES all the characters

fuck the princesses he wants pictures with pluto and goofy

he screams louder than you on rollercoasters

buying matching couple stuff

matching hoodies

matching bracelets

matching mickey and minnie ears

he surprisngly loves the train that takes you around disney

(also gives him an excuse to smooch you during the tunnel parts)

he falls in love with toontown

loves how cartoony everything looks

once u guys go over to california adventures he literally is exploding with excitement

end up spending the rest of the day there

(not that you mind he’s so cute how can you say no)

literally squeezes ur hand to death on california screaming

he’s also fascinated with soaring over california??? “AMOR IT SMELLS LIKE ORANGES”

you end the day on silly symphony swings overlooking how pretty everything looks at night

“lets do this again baby”

“yeah? you liked it that much?”

“yeah i also like how happy you look when we’re here”

that makes u have the BIGGEST smile

ur so in love w this goof

RICHARD

took you on a surprise date!

he knows how much u love it and he FINALLY had some free time

woke u up at the ass crack of dawn

“baby wake up i have a surprise for you”

ur like ???? bro its SEVEN IN THE MORNING

so u just throw on a oversized shirt and leggings

and then all of a sudden ur in the car???

u see the disney hotels suddenly and ur like ... wait

“YOU DIDNT”

he smiles that cute toothy smile he has

“i did baby, we’re going to disney!”

you’re literally bouncing in your seat

he’s laughing at how adorable you are

u guys go during christmas disney and everything is so pretty and magical

homeboy came prepared with a whole bag of snacks and drinks

also bough matching ears beforehand that say “mr. and mrs,”

you’re like huh foreshadowing are we???

he just winks at you

*swoon*

going on all the rides but also just walking around looking at how beautiful everything is??

he is the perfect insta boyfriend taking cute pics of u in every possible angle

starts calling you princesa throughout the day bc he see’s how much u love the princesses there

he also got u guys a reseravation to the blue bayou???

wow this man really owns ur heart

also u guys may have made out on the pirates ride

(who doesnt lets be honest)

giving you piggyback rides when your feet get tired

“cant let mi princesa have sore feet”

buying souvenirs for aaliyah

“do u think she’d like this??”

“maybe i should buy both”

you’re like babe i think she would like the stuffed turtle and the stuffed fish but do u

stay really late and ur both pooped at the end of the day

he’s like one more surprise!!

ended up getting you a suite at the disney hotel

“nothing but the best for my princess”

u really have found the disney prince you’ve been searching for

ZABDIEL

u guys go during halloween disney!!

couples costume as harry and ginny

(yes i know they arent disney characters)

forces u to go on haunted mansion twice

“babe its literally just looking at stuff”

“yeA BUT ITS HALLOWEEN STUFF”

“ohmygod”

eating everything and anything pumpkin

buying all the halloween treats!!

“zabdi that looks nasty plus we have enough food”

“theres never enough halloween food”

he’s so sad tower of terror isnt actually tower of terror anymore

watching live shows together!!

he ends up loving mickey and the magical map

taking a boat ride on mark twain riverboat to take a break from walking

cuddling together and just being happy bc its halloween and your with ur baby what else is better???

you guys end up sitting at a restuarant and just people watching

looking at all the cute couples costumes

and all the little kids who are dressed up

he casually just like ... drops a BOMB

“when we have kids they can go as lilo and stich and we can go as nani and david”

u look at him like uh what did u say

just winks at you and is like

“yeah i said it amor i wanna have kids with you”

takes every ounce of self restraint to not jump out of your seat and give him the biggest smooch

bc hello family friendly park fellas

when u guys watch the parade or the fireworks he always hoists you onto his shoulders

“can’t let my little shortie miss out”

buying matching pins!!

u guys start collecting and trading pins together

so now everytime he’s free in california u guys make a point to try and go to disney at least once

ERICK

baby is soooo excited

they rarely get time off and its been TOO LONG since he’s visited disney

u guys legit get there as the park opens

he has SO MUCH ENERGY

running around and dragging you to every ride

his favorite is astro blasters

also loves the bugs life section in california adventures??

runs around to all the little rides and games

posing and taking cute photos together with the different characters

showing him all the “secret” disney food

he LOVES the light show at the end of the the night

sharing frozen lemonades and ice creams

u guys go to all the less crowded/less known places in disney

he loves the goats near adventureland

u end up getting SOAKED on splash mountain

literally RUSHES to get u a new outfit bc he cant have his baby being cold thats a no no

ur just standing there giggling as he’s running around the gift shop trying to find clothes in ur size

u end up in an overized tie dye shirt and basketball shorts

“erick i look ridculous”

“i think you look beautiful cariña”

“ur just biased”

*him being fake offended*

“are you saying i dont have good fashion sense???”

“yes thats exactly what i’m saying”

“...you make a good point”

he loves watching the frozen show

(even tho a part of u is heartbroken aladdin isnt showing anymore)

(he’d make such a handsome aladdin)

you guys end up strolling around main street near the end of the night

just taking cute ass pics together and looking at all the cute souvenirs

he gets u a cute little heart bracelet

engraved is his initials in it

“there mi vida, so my heart is always with you”

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nailbatss · 5 years

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A spa and shopping day with Richard and Aaliyah

Before you read: Thank you for requesting! I’m sorry this was super long, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! I focused a little too much on the spa aspect instead of shopping (my bad). Also, I’m sorry this is getting answered so late, but I wanted to make this special xx Love you long time @cncoluv 💕

Word Count: 2400+

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: None, just enjoy the cute fluffiness

Today was the day that you were going to be treated like royalty. However, you didn’t know that at the time. All you knew was that you were being woken up to the love of your life, Richard, and Aaliyah, his daughter. She might as well have been your own daughter from the way you treated her. Richard couldn’t be more thankful to have you in his life, especially since you treated Aaliyah so well. That morning, you awoke to the lovely sound of Aaliyah giggling. “Wake up, (Y/N)! Daddy and I have a surprise!” Richard could be heard whispering, “Shh, don’t give it away, baby girl.” You pretended to be asleep for a bit longer as you felt Aaliyah crawling onto the bed. You decided to scare her a little, so you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her to you as you sit up. “Ha! I got you!” She screamed with joy and started laughing harder. “(Y/N)! You scared me!” “Lo siento, princesa.” You nuzzled your nose with hers, something you had taken to doing lately. Richard’s heart always melted when seeing you two getting along. “Good morning, mami. You might want to get ready. Something casual, we gotta go somewhere today.” He gave you a kiss good morning and picked up Aaliyah so you could get ready. “Okay, thanks babe.”

After you had gotten dressed in your comfy outfit, you left your hair natural as you made your way to the kitchen. It was rather clean in the house and you swore that you hadn’t cleaned lately. Richard was standing there with Aaliyah holding his hand. “There you are, baby. Are you ready to find out what we have in store for you today?” He asked while kissing your cheek. “Why don’t you just tell me?’ You giggled, making him laugh. “Then it would ruin the surprise! That’s no fun.” He pouted before taking you to the car. You knew he had a big idea in mind, since he wasn’t going to tell you what it was exactly. Leaving your curiosity to the imagination, Richard didn’t say anything else as he loaded up his daughter in her seat. He climbed into the driver seat and he flashed a smile. “This is going to be fun. Aaliyah is going to Yolanda’s so we can enjoy the date I have in mind.” Oh, so you knew it was a date, but that was it. You tilted your head curiously and began to think of what kind of date involves comfortable clothing, Aaliyah going to her mom’s, and Richard being so secretive. Nothing was coming to mind because you would shoot down every idea that would pop into mind.

You dropped Aaliyah off at the door and gave Yolanda a hug. You two hadn’t had any bitter feelings towards one another; you were actually pretty close with her. She would call you to have a girls’ weekend from time to time. This meant that you would take Aaliyah with you to her house. Now, this was definitely a change from everything else you knew about your boyfriend. He was being so shady. You whispered to Yolanda, “Do you know what he’s planning? He and Aaliyah are being so quiet and weird today.” She shakes her head, “I have no idea, (Y/N). I’m sorry!” You smile, “It’s alright. Guess I should go find out what’s happening, shouldn’t I?” She waved you off after giving another hug. “Enjoy your day, (Y/N)! Maybe we can have another girls’ weekend soon?” “I would like that.” You waved bye and climbed into the car. Richard smiled at you once more, “Now, we gotta get going. Lots to do today.” Settling into your seat, you smiled at him. “I guess I gotta wait and see huh?” “Yep. You’ll see very soon though.” He promised as he drove off to the first location.

Richard brought you to the very first breakfast spot he’s ever taken you to. Usually, you would come here on the weekends to have little breakfast dates. You figured that’s what this was. However, you had a worry in the back of your mind. Why didn’t he want Aaliyah around you? Was he going to break up with you or tell you that he found someone else? These thoughts made you sick to your stomach. Why would he bring you to a favorite place to break up with you? That seemed rather cruel. Of course, now you were on edge and you had to play it cool. Richard parked the car and got out, probably to grab your door for you. What a gentleman. You got out when he grabbed the door, then you kissed his cheek. His arm went around your waist as you walked into the restaurant together. Your eyes were darting around to spot any beautiful girls sitting by themselves, or worst yet, at your favorite booth. Your favorite booth happened to be in the back of the restaurant and in the corner. It had a gorgeous view of the city and you two could talk alone without any interruptions. The waiters and waitresses were pretty respectful since they knew his status. They knew you two pretty well since you frequented the restaurant so often. They had your order memorized by now and they wanted to make sure you two had the best care possible. The owner also knew you two pretty well. Her name is Rosa Flores and she’s the most amazing woman; she’s like a motherly figure to you. When she had some time, she would personally bring your food to you.

“(Nickname), are you okay, baby?” Richard grabbed your attention, seeing your cup of coffee was sitting in front of you. You had been staring into the mug for a little while apparently and ignoring him. Oh no, now he was going to be suspicious that you thought something was up. He seemed pretty relaxed, and his hand was cupping your left one gently. “What are you thinking so hard about?” You blushed, realizing he had caught you. “Oh, I was thinking about this spot. I remember the first time you brought me here.” You smile. “You had found it and thought it would be great for breakfast. You dragged me out here at 6 AM for some pancakes, and we were in our pajamas. You had a flight at 10 and wanted to spend as much time with me as you could.” Richard started to smile as well. “Yeah, the poor waiter at the time poured scalding hot coffee all over my lap… I felt that shit for weeks.” You started laughing along with him. Your combined laughter seemed almost musical. “Damn, that really hurt.” Richard replied once you two calmed a little. As you sip your cup of coffee, you hummed. It had the right amount of cream and sugar to make it taste good. Just the way you like it. You seemed to forget all the anxiety when you two were asked by your waitress if you liked your usual. Both you and Richard replied at the same time, “Yes, please!” After doing so, you two looked at each other, pointing at the other one. “Jinx!” You laughed and so did he, making the waitress giggle as well. “Coming right up. You two are so cute together.” As she walked away, you smiled at Richard. He smirked, “Yeah, we are pretty cute, aren’t we?” You blushed, “I would say so.” Richard was happy that you agreed and he lifted your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I love you, princesa.” You smiled. “I love you too, mi principe.” Richard had taught you the phrase since he always called you princess. You had asked him so that way you could call him something cute. When you called him that for the first time, he got all blushy and thought it was the best thing he had ever heard. Since then, you definitely called him principe more often. You two were basically inseparable from the moment you started dating, and that was especially true now. When Richard had to go away for concerts or tour, you would hang out with Aaliyah and his family. They loved you so much and were glad that you two had each other. You would Skype and talk to each other until you fell asleep. It was a lovely life that you two lived.

Once breakfast was over, you two headed back to the car for the next part of the date. It was going to be held at home, and Aaliyah would be back so you three could bond as a family. Yolanda had already dropped her off and then Richard smiled at you. “Okay, (Y/N), I actually have another surprise for you. We just had to get Aaliyah again for this part.” Speaking of which, the little angel ran up to you with a wrapped package. You take it into your hands and look at Richard with a confused expression. “Go ahead, mami. Open the gift.” You opened it to see a fancy robe with your initials sewn into the left side. You thought it was amazing. “Oh, thank you, Rich!” You saw he had a box identical to your own. After opening it, he had his own robe, along with a mini sized one for Aaliyah. You were excited! This was going to be family bonding. Whatever this was. “Go get changed into it, and meet me back here.” You got dressed in the robe, but you wore your cutest bathing suit beneath it. You styled your hair accordingly before helping Aaliyah get ready.

You both met up with Richard and he brought you to the spare room in your house. The spare room had been renovated into a spa, which was a huge surprise to you. You had never expected this to come out of the space. You noticed a few massage tables, soothing music playing to keep the space feeling serene, a hot tub that was in ground, a mud bath a few feet away, and you also had some essential oils. He also had a space for you and Aaliyah to do your nails/hair if you really wanted to. You audibly gasped as you held Aaliyah’s hand, “Oh my gosh, Richard. This is so amazing. Thank you.” Richard kissed your cheek, smiling. “You’re welcome. I hired some people for us today, so let’s enjoy ourselves.”

You were excited to get started, so you decided to start on the full body massage with Richard. Aaliyah was also going to get one, just not with the oils. You were able to relax while laying on that table. Richard was to your right, then Aaliyah was between you two so you could all stay together. The masseuse was working out all the knots that accumulated in your back over time. You had closed your eyes so you could focus on relaxing, the music providing a calm atmosphere for you three to focus on nothing but relaxation. After you had been laying there a while, you opened your eyes to peek at Richard. He was laying on his stomach and you were watching his facial expression. He was completely at ease and he sighed in relaxation. You watched his back muscles loosen up as he breathes, and you couldn’t lie, you were enjoying this view. Before your mind wandered too far, you glanced over at Aaliyah, who seemed equally relaxed. You turned over onto your back so you could have your arms and legs done. This was definitely the moment where you could take a nap. So, after a bit, you were almost there when the masseuse announced they were done.

You and Aaliyah decided to get your nails done next, after you woke up that is. You climbed into the chairs after picking your preferred colors, then you both were relaxed as they began to work. Both of you were chatting away as Richard decided to approach you two. You were giggling as Aaliyah spoke, “My nails! They tickle!” She was getting them painted while you were sitting to get your toenails done. Leaning back, you were getting a massage on your feet before they painted your toenails. Richard made his presence known by speaking up. “There’s my favorite girls getting along. How does getting your nails done feel?” “It feels really great, Daddy! You should get yours done!” You smiled and agreed with her. “Yeah, maybe get yours done black. That always looks good, babe.” You told Richard happily. “Alright, princesa. Black it is. Now, scoot over so I can sit with you.”

A little while later, your nails were done and you were in the spa for a rinse off. You decided to skip the mud bath today and opted to do a face mask. Your back was relaxing against the side of the spa bath and Richard was sitting beside you. There were cucumber slices sitting over your closed eyes, and the face mask was an exfoliating one to provide moisture to your face. This was the ultimate example of self care. One of the workers had fed you some snacks while you relaxed, and held the cup containing your favorite drink. All you had to do was drink from the straw inside the cup. Today, you felt so spoiled. It was all thanks to your man, who was sitting right beside you. You had a lot to be thankful for, and it was all thanks to him. “Oh, baby, I have another surprise for you.” You had removed the cucumber slices from your eyes and you gasped, “Principe, I don’t need another-” Before you had a chance to protest, you noticed that he was holding a ring box in his hand. Inside, there was a beautiful diamond ring. You covered your mouth with your hand.

“Princesa, you have been the love of my life from day one. You were there for me when I went on La Banda, even if you weren’t mine yet. You were supportive when I told you I was going to be a dad, and you were there for Aaliyah too. The way you interact with her like she’s your own… It just shows me how wonderful of a mom you’re going to be one day. I speak for her and myself when I say this; we can’t go on without you. We love you so much. So, (Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me and join our family?’ Wordlessly, you nodded as you hugged him. He put the ring on your finger and kissed you passionately. Aaliyah cheered as she ran to you both, hugging you tightly. You wiped your eyes from crying as you embraced them both. Today really was the best spa day you could have ever asked for.

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bffhreprise · 3 years

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Best Friend For Hire, Entry 388

Landing in the Slayer wing of the airport, I was scared. Until my information was delivered, there was always a chance the Slayer’s mind might wander into mine, killing me for the warning I was carrying. Between him and my masters, my loyalty should have been him, but Ai and Mai were the ones I was born to serve. My family had directly served theirs for hundreds of years, and I wouldn’t betray them by keeping them in the dark.

I had researched the best way to reach Somerset Estate, but I still hesitated now that the time had come. My English was poor. If I arrived at the wrong destination, reaching the correct one could become problematic. As I stepped out of the airport, I reached for the knife behind my back as the door to a limousine opened. When I saw the calf-length auburn hair of the woman stepping out of the driver’s door, I bowed instantly, trying to make sense of the clothes she wore.

Speaking in Japanese, a woman’s voice I didn’t recognize said, “Ito-san, Somerset-sama sent this limousine for you. You can call me Mila, no honorifics necessary. I already know you well and will see to your luggage.”

I looked up in surprise, but I remembered the rumors about James Somerset, the man who had won the heart of Alma Pendreigh. Nodding to this Mila, I entered the vehicle. Once seated, I told her “You speak Japanese very well.”

Her smile was visible in the rearview mirror as she thanked me. “My mother, Aaliyah Sypher, taught me.” she explained.

I did my best not to shudder, recognizing the name of the assassin. Aaliyah was many things, but her proficiency at killing was what my family feared the most. In all of our research, we had found not one survivor from a contract she had taken. There wasn’t a plan in place to try stopping her. Drache-sama had declared such a defense impossible herself, so we were honor bound to heed her order to ignore this weakness in the family’s defense.

After several blocks of silence, I asked “How do you know of me?”

She smiled again as she said, “Ai and Mai have talked about you numerous times, but Mother also shares information. I was aware that you’d be coming before you even purchased tickets last night and prepared a room for your stay.”

I couldn’t ignore that she knew when I had purchased my plane tickets, but how could she have known I’d come before even I had decided? If the assassin was truly her mother, Mila was likely to be a very dangerous person. “Please pardon my rudeness in asking, but why do you appear as Alma-sama?” I questioned, unable to escape the fear of her form.

She still smiled, completely unshaken. “My master chose my form before he and Alma were even dating. He hadn’t meant to make me so similar to her, but the questionnaire he completed led to the similarity. You see, I am not a biological lifeform. This is just one of numerous bodies I control. Not only do I act as the sole maid in Somerset Estate, but I am the chauffeur, sous chef, educational instructor, confidant, security, aid for everyone, and friend of everyone at the estate. While we’re chatting, I’m also communicating with more people than you’d likely guess.”

I vaguely remembered that Duncan-sama had mentioned an extremely advanced artificial intelligence being at Somerset Estate, but I hadn’t been prepared for this. I spent much of the remaining trip in silence, trying to wrap my head around the idea that such technology existed in the world without my family being aware.

When we arrived, I found the grand mansion fitting for someone of James Somerset’s position. The design was certainly based on an English country house, which probably pleased Alma-sama greatly. I had been initially surprised when the two chose this as their primary residence rather than her family’s estate, but this was also the corporate office of James’ business.

Mila guided me inside, insisting that she would take care of my luggage. My father would be shocked to learn that Aaliyah’s own… daughter… had carried my luggage. Before we even finished crossing the long hallway, my masters came running toward us, embracing me before I could even bow properly.

“Ahmya!” exclaimed one of them.

“Why are you here?” questioned the other.

“Mila wouldn’t tell us.” accused the first, glaring at MIla. Surprisingly, there was no actual anger in her look. She seemed almost… playful.

“We should speak in private.” I replied, never quite knowing what to do when these two embraced me. They had always treated me more familiarly than they should, considering my station.

Both of them rolled their eyes as the second one said, “As you wish, but Mila will hear everything anyway. Our husband insisted on letting her spy on us.”

Smiling yet again, Mila informed them “Honestly, my sensors are sharp enough to have heard everything in your wing even after you had disabled my access. I did ignore what was said to respect your wishes.”

Waving her hand at Mila, the first of the twins told me “See what we have to deal with?”

Again, I was struck with how she didn’t actually seem angry.

When we were finally alone, deep in what they had explained to be their wing of the mansion, I explained the situation in Japan. Godric Slayer had revoked Alma-sama’s authority over their family and appeared to be preparing for the Drache family to be replaced entirely. The twins took the news better than I had expected, but one of them quickly asked Mila to show them specifics of what was happening. To my surprise, what I had thought was a mirror on the wall illuminated, bringing up information as requested. T/hey were even able to receive live feeds from the family’s security system.

“H-How is this possible?” I asked nervously. This was a serious breach in our security. The twins didn’t even have to enter a code.

One of them smirked as she said, “Mila has access to everything. There’s no keeping her out. We had tried for a while, but even Alma can’t compete with Mila.”

“We need to go tell Alma.” stated the other twin, busily typing on their phone.

“Alma isn’t currently in the country.” stated MIla, her voice coming from the walls.

“What!?” exclaimed both of them at once.

“Where is she?” asked the one with the phone.

“I am not at liberty to say.” replied Mila.

The twins groaned and motioned for me to follow them as they ran.

On the way, one of them asked “Will James see us?”

“Yes, he has a few minutes to spare at the moment.” came Mila’s voice, keeping pace with us from the mansion’s walls.

The mansion was every bit as enormous as I had expected, so our trip took a while even at a jog. The twins, thankfully, kept their pace slow enough for me to keep up. Eventually, we arrived at a door where Mila stood, already waiting for us. At our approach, she opened it.

“James, where’s Alma!?” demanded the twins in unison as soon as they were inside.

The office was large and decorated with fine furniture that looked like a collection of antiques to my eyes. One wall was covered in books, a chandelier hung from a high ceiling, and a couple chairs sat by a low table next to a fire. The man at the desk was dressed in a fine suit, typing at a computer that seemed to be built into the desk.

He took a moment to finish typing something, his fingers moving far faster than my eyes could follow, before looking up to say, “In England at the moment. You’ve apparently been informed about the current restructuring in Japan.”

I wasn’t terribly surprised that Mila had informed him. Of course, the rumors I had heard about him would suggest that James might have known already. He was said to be incredibly well-informed.

“When will she be back? We have information for her.” stated one of the twins with a tone of urgency.

“She’s already read your email, and I’m sure you’ve seen her reply. She knows. She knows what Godric is doing, why he is doing it, and even a guess at how things will play out. Relax. She’s taking losses, but things will be fine.” he told them without even a hint of concern. Then he surprised me by saying, “Ahmya, Mila has prepared a room for you in the employee wing. Feel free to make yourself at home, since you’ll be here for some time.”

I bowed low, shocked that he had bothered to address me, especially in Japanese. “Your graciousness is appreciated. Somerset-sama.” I replied respectfully. A blast of energy shot out of him, forming into spells that I had no hope of following. I took a moment to realize that my weapons were leaving my body, but I didn’t dare try to stop them. Before a man like James Somerset, I had no power.

“James! What are you doing?” demanded the second twin on my behalf.

“I don’t want any blood in her room. Mila’s relieving her luggage of the other toys for now.” he replied, still sounding perfectly calm. He knew. Somehow, he already knew. “She’ll also be keeping her under constant supervision until you two have talked her around.”

I cringed as the twins whirled to stare at me.

“Why?” asked the first twin, her voice sounding angry, angry and just a little sad.

“You wouldn’t really, would you?” questioned her sister with a frown.

I didn’t want to answer, but I was speaking before I could stop my mouth. Ai and Mai were my masters. “I have no place in our family now. Please, let me have an honorable death.”

Instead of yelling at me or ordering me to stand down, they embraced me again, squeezing me with their inhuman strength.

James, who had resumed typing, said, “Ahmya, I’m certain you know of me. That being the case, I’m sure you heard that Death herself appeared as my second during my last fight for Alma’s hand. I’ll be asking her not to take you no matter your actions. If you die without my permission, you’ll roam the world forever as a ghost, completely unredeemable for all eternity.”

I hurried to keep up after they barely allowed me time to turn around. They were holding me once again.

“James is spooky sometimes anymore.” stated one of the twins.

The other simply nodded.

The first one looked at me as she said, “Ahmya, James wasn’t lying. Don’t you dare try anything.”

“We’ll speak to our husband. He might convince James to…” started the second one.

“To not stop you from reaching the afterlife.” finished the first, shivering as she spoke.

“I would never risk harming you or your position here.” I assured them, disappointed with how my voice shook. James-sama’s words were echoing in my mind. Death herself listened to him. Still, I felt torn. Godric would find out I came here. He might not kill me while I was under the protection of James-sama and Alma-sama, but… Tears came to my eyes. At very least, I would be cast out of the family, a dishonored wretch unfit to serve the twins. What was going to become of me?

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