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huenjin · 3 years

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don't wanna be friends.

pairing: hyunjin x reader | bff2l!au, pornstar!au

word count: 3.705 words

tw: pornstar!hyunjin, nsfw content — dick piercing!hyunjin, multiple orgasms, breast play, breath play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, dumbification, slight overstimulation, creampie, mentions of reader masturbating to hyunjin's porn and the porn explained in detail.

music rec: damage is done | devin hoffman.

note: this was an nsfw ask originally but it got way past the limit, so tada, made it into a oneshot. if anyone was wondering why it's in this format/theme. unedited, like every other work of mine.

you gulp down the next shot under hyunjin's watchful supervision. you've lost count of the shots you have taken and hyunjin has lost count of how many times he has told you to stop, that you are drinking too much.

"he told me that i can't fuck right. that i should at least pretend to fake it to satiate him," you scoff, another tear rolling down from the brim of your eyes and hyunjin wraps his arms around you, pulling into him to comfort you. "i can't— jinnie, i just don't come when he fucks me. i— maybe something is wrong with me. maybe i just can't orgasm when someone—"

"hush," hyunjin slowly taps your back to keep your thoughts shut. "there's nothing wrong with you, minion. you're fine." he pushes your big round spectacles up, calling you by the name he's always teased you with.

you slam the shot glass down, eyes groggy and head woozy from all the drinks you've gulped down. you lean forward, eyes wide open, glasses sliding down as you look closely at your best friend.

hwang hyunjin is attractive. you've always known your best friend is attractive. his bright eyes that light up at the sight of his dog, kkami, running to him right after you cuddled kkami forever. or the way his face morphs into one of disgust when you threaten to put eggplants into his plate. or the way he'd cuddle you when the weather gets too cold. hyunjin is attractive, both in looks and behaviour.

beyond this, your best friend, hwang hyunjin, is insatiable in the eyes of many women and men, including yours. a pornstar by profession, he knows the ways around women, having them come undone in his hold in minutes — you refuse to believe it's orchestrated. you know how he is in bed or at least what the biz wants him to exhibit and that alone has you trembling.

and to make matters worse in your end, you've orgasmed only once your whole life and that was during the time when you played with yourself while stumbling upon his porn (you were randomly searching for one and the temptation to watch your best friend just exceeded everything).

you knew his profession for so long — hyunjin told it to you over a glass of wine that you spat onto his white shirt the minute he told you about it. the conversation was never spoken about after that.

until today.

"what are you doing, minion? damn," he chuckles, "you really look like a minion with those glasses."

you still once you close in on hyunjin. hands on his chest, eyes fixated on his, you lick your lips and hyunjin's eyes widen, eyes unknowingly trailing downwards till he has to tear his gaze away, reminding himself that it's you, that it's his best friend.

"do you want to fuck me?" liquid courage, indeed.

"you must be kidding me?"

"why? you do this regularly."

hyunjin shoves you away, pushing you back against the couch. his eyes narrows on your figure and you fold your arms. he huffs, eyes glaring at you before looking away. he stretches his arm to take a glass and pour himself a drink, gulping it down and feeling the much needed burn in his throat.

"why?" you whine. "jinnie, that's your job. fuck me. you don't mind it. i'll just be one of those girls."

"i do mind it," he raises his voice. "you're not just one of those girls. fuck, y/n, you're the only constant in my life. why would i fuck that up?"

you bite your lower lip, eyes watering at the rejection suddenly. your drunkenness is what stirs the emotional side in you and your heart is heavy. you just want to be able to fuck like everyone else, just want to feel the bliss your friends talk about, the euphoria they reach.

"wait, are you going to cry?"

"no," you bite your tongue from letting out the sob. "i won't cry. you're not the first guy to reject me. this is normal. no one wants to—"

"y/n."

"—fuck me. who would want to fuck the girl that can't orgasm, let alone fake one?" you let out a fake laugh, tears finally rolling down your eyes.

"oh goodness," hyunjin sighs. he pulls you into him for a hug, rubbing your back soothingly. "you're my best friend, y/n. i shouldn't—"

"i want you to," you look up at him. hyunjin heaves in a huge breath. it catches in his throat as he looks down at you. god, he loves you. he has loved you for years now but who would want to be in a relationship with a guy who fucks girls for a living? not anyone sane. you deserve better. fuck, you deserved so much better than him.

yet, his heart won't stay still. his mind won't stop racing with thoughts he shouldn't normally have about his best friend. heavens, you have hyunjin wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it.

"y/n, don't—"

hyunjin loses his last bit of control over your proposition the minute you place your lips over his. it's exactly as he has envisioned. soft, delicate and everything that kept him away from breaking. you capture his bottom lip, kissing him softly, hands trailing under his sweater. hyunjin feels the goosebumps rising up, your warmth seeping into his. it takes everything in hyunjin to keep his hands away.

you pull away, catching your lower lip with your teeth before letting go and looking away, "you won't even kiss me back. am i that worse? do i kiss bad? jinnie, i just want to be—"

hyunjin has his hands on your face, turning it for you to look at him before he has his lips crashing down on yours, taking your breath away. you heave, breath hitching and you gasp.

hyunjin is aphrodite. the very reincarnation of sin. he creeps into you just as you expected, crawling into your mind and captivating every single sense of yours. your hands are in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body. his hand sprawls over your neck and his thumb presses into the neck, rubbing slow circles. he kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his sweater and you are moaning into his mouth.

you pull away for a second, fingers digging into his clothes, tugging at it to be thrown away and hyunjin obliges. helping you out of yours too, the two of you face each other stark naked. you take him in for the divinity he is in your head, eyes trailing down to his slightly erect dick and you gasp.

it's true. the videos don't lie. he is bigger than you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. it shines under the lighting, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly and heavens, hyunjin can't take his eyes away from you either. was this what he was missing out all this while in the name of friendship?

his lips are back on yours, your breasts firm against his chest as his cock rubs against your inner thigh. it's messy, heavy and has you panting for breath, chasing after his tongue, wrapped around yours like they never want to let go.

quicksand. this is quicksand. you're falling in too quick; falling into everything hyunjin has to offer way too quickly. and you love it. your mind is rid of thoughts. just hyunjin, hyunjin, hwang hyunjin. he pushes back, still kissing you heavily, till your back hits the soft covers of the couch and he's hovering over you.

hyunjin's tongue licks your lower lip, causing you to moan and he's groaning at the sensation, pulling apart for air few minutes later. he cups your face, thumb brushing the side and you lean into his palm.

"i— we should—"

"no, please don't stop," you beg. "not now. please. we're in too deep to stop."

"but y/n—"

"please fuck me, jinnie. fuck me like you fucked soojin."

hyunjin's eyes widens and he pulls away from you. looking at you as if he's staring into your soul, he gulps. "how did you—" his cheeks redden. "wait—" you bite your lower lip. hyunjin pulls the rubber band that holds his hair up, causing the silver strands to fall forward. he runs his finger through it, pushing it back as he holds it tightly to focus. "you watched my porn."

you gulp, lips drying up and you nod, running your mouth quickly to justify yourself. "i did. it was supposed to be a one time thing but—" you look away. "—i touched myself to that. i fingered myself to you fucking soojin and it's the only time i came."

if hyunjin has been just losing it all this while, now, he has lost it completely. his eyes darken, a light growl leaving his lips as he holds your legs and pulls you closer into his kneeling self. you groan slightly in his grip.

"you want me to fuck you like i fucked soojin?"

"yes—"

"want me to fuck you like some doll, huh?" he bends forward, kissing your neck, sucking at the skin till they stain purple to his pleasure. hyunjin marks you all the way to your breasts, covering your skin with both dark and light marks as you repeatedly confirm, "yes, yes, yes."

hyunjin pulls away, staring at you almost tauntingly, licking his lips and running his hand through his hair. he drops the words like they are heavy. "tell me then. tell me what i did and i'll do the same to you, just like you wished."

"you fuck—"

"no," he shakes his head. "in detail. from the very first scene. you'll get only what you ask for. nothing more. nothing less. so, go on, doll. tell me."

the power you hold is insane. you do not know how to use it, however. having never been given this much power, you look at your best friend for a while before slowly telling him. the words seem foreign to you but if this is how it is going to be, and if this helps you come, you're doing it.

"y-you kissed her first." your voice is barely audible. like you're telling hyunjin a secret. hyunjin catches your lips yet again, tongue presses against your lower lip before he slips it in, tangling it with yours as he kisses you. you moan, eyes closing as your hand wrap around his axle, hands pressed on his back. your fingers plays with the few strands of his silver dyed hair at the nape. he pulls back, waiting for you to continue.

with a little more confidence and the huge amount of liquid courage in you, you demand, "you marked her up like you just did to me. i hate that you marked her up. i hated it so much but turned me on."

hyunjin sucks a hickey right above your breast, speaking into your skin, "you hated it, doll?"

"yes. wanted it to be me." hyunjin's teeth grazes your skin and you moan, "fuck." your fingers pull his hair lightly and hyunjin grunts, teeth biting into your skin, making a dark mark that has you arch your back and your thigh to rub against his cock.

"what else did you see me do, doll?" his mouth trails further down to your breast and you gasp.

"you sucked on her breasts. played with it harshly." hyunjin abides by it, sucking on your breasts, tongue lapping around your nipples and drawing out circles by it. "yes, yes— fuck, jinnie, oh my—" hyunjin finds it seductive as fuck that you never complete your sentences as you moan. and he wants you like that — barely being able to say words besides his name. that's all he needed to hear.

"you played with soojin's other breast at the same time like—" his hand is already on your right breast. it pinched the nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. the pain shoots up and it clouds your senses, causing you to grind on his cock. your arousal leaks through you, and you feel yourself grow wetter with every single flick of hyunjin's tongue.

his right hand is still on your breast, his lips trail downward. your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a shortened sigh as he breathes lowly against your skin, kissing it before landing right in front of your core, wet with want for the man before you.

"so fucking wet and what for, doll?"

"your cock, oh my god. jinnie, want your cock in me. please." you beg, writhing in his hold as he grabs your breast, fondling it in his hold.

"that's not what i did in that video. go on, continue." it's stern with command and has you spitting out the next in sequence instantly.

"you—" hyunjin is playing with your nipples as he waits for you to speak. his finger twist and turn your nipples and you're squeezing your thighs together in this intense pleasure. "fuck, can't think, jinnie. i don't know. i—"

"no, no," he hushes. kissing your pubic mound and licking small stripes, he mumbles, "you have to remember the only porno that had you come, right?"

"you—" you feel his warm breath all over your core and a gush of arousal oozes out. "you had your mouth on her pussy. you ate her out till she came, oh my god. you ate her out—"

"well done, doll." and his lips are on your wet ones. he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. it's merciless. and if you thought his porn was intense, you forgot all about how hyunjin himself was a walking pornography. the way his tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening.

the room is filled with lewd noises and your moans, resonating through the whole area for you to hear it out in the silence. it's pornographic. the voices you make resemble those that you heard. hyunjin licks another stripe up your sodden lips before wrapping the plump pair around your clit and sucking on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly.

his teeth grazes over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. it's a vortex forming deep within and from the one time experience you have, you know. it's coming. you're so close. hyunjin rubs your clit furiously, mouth moving back your lip as he eats you out. he pulls apart right when he knows you're soon to come and in a second, two of his fingers are deep within you, rubbing against your inner walls and you're crying out his name just like he wanted.

it's hyunjin, hyunjin, hyunjin. that's all he can hear — his name dripping in saccharine from your mouth, topped with all those insatiable moans that leave your lips and hyunjin quickens his pace. the two fingers thrust in and out of you, finding the spot and rubbing at the walls to elicit a particular reaction — hyunjin is searching. searching for that one spot that will have you ruined for him.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what—"

the minute he touches a particularly soft area, he has you grinding down on him, chanting his name like a mantra and he knows — hyunjin's found your spot. he rubs it as he curves his fingers, having you arch further into him. he sucks on your clit, fingers thrusting in you relentlessly.

and you come undone so easily that it's a surprise how your ex couldn't do this for you. you see the white under your eyelids as you come undone. hyunjin helps you ride it out. he removes his fingers and licks you clean, taking in every single drop of your orgasm.

"told you that you were perfect," he says, looking at you and smiling. he kisses your mound as he lifts your hips up. "you're the most perfect human being ever. so how in the world could anything be wrong with you?" he wipes away the tears rolling down your eyes, as an effect from the intensity of the orgasm you went through. "so, doll, now tell me what else did i do?"

your mind is blank. you can't think of anything. your mind is filled with just the man before you in all his naked glory and how you just want him. "want you, jinnie. please. i want your dick. please want that."

"that's not the answer to my question," he huffs. "did i not lift her legs up like this?" he lifts your legs and places it over his shoulders. his erect cock is angled right and he rubs the head all over your wetness. you hitch and whine, stuttering how much you want him. "did i fuck my doll dumb? did i fuck out all your brains, baby? oh no. should i fuck you more? can you answer that, doll?"

you nod, lips parting. "want jinnie's dick. want it. want it in me."

"as you wish, doll," and he inserts it into you, pushing your walls apart with his fingers till he thrusts completely into you. his piercing underneath his shaft drags against your walls, the cold metal adding the extra sensation that tingles your nerves. his large hands hold your hips up, your ankles hitting his back bone everytime he thrusts into you. he uses his one hand to hold your wrists together above you as he hits your spot over and over again. the friction of his big cock and the frenum piercing is all too much right after one orgasm. the stimulation is over bearing and you know why the girl in the video has her eyes roll up, tongue out and lips swollen.

hyunjin plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. hyunjin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously and the frenum piercing cold against it. the friction is enough to have the knot tighten so fast and hard that you know this is going to overpower you. hyunjin lets go of you wrists but you hold them above you obediently. his hand trails to hold your breast, squeezing it and fondling with it; the other holding your legs up securely.

with every thrust, his piercing drags against your walls and his balls slap against your cheeks. tears spill down your face as you scream loudly, "jin-ah, fuck. jinnie, jinnie, jinnie. it's too much, oh my god. i can feel it. oh—"

"you're taking it like a good, good doll for me. you can take more. i know you can." he takes his cock out. he wraps his fingers around it and dragging it across your slit and your core, the frenum piercing rubbing against it and you're ready to snap again.

and without any warning, he enters into you again, this time harshly and with a quicker pace. it is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours, your hands moving to hold his biceps, fingers digging into it. hyunjin fucks you like he wants to take you to heaven and back. like he wants to show you everything you are missing out and that there's nothing wrong with you. it's the men. always the men.

"going to fuck you and show you how you should be fucked. how you should be getting it. going to fuck you dumb, doll and have you be mine."

he doesn't stop. hyunjin is grunting and huffing as he thrusts repeatedly in you, his pubic bone hitting your clit and causing short sorts of heightened sensations.

"jinnie! i'm coming. i'm coming. oh fuck, i'm—"

second one in a span of few hours. if you could think properly, you would be surprised at how you came twice. it's surprising that you've come thrice so far in your whole life and all three times were to be credited to hwang hyunjin, your best friend.

you come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you are weeping. you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain as you clench tightly on his cock. hyunjin doesn't stop however, as he chases after his own high, thrusting even faster if it were possible and overstimulating you. in a few minutes, hyunjin is coming in you. hot white spurts of his cum coating your insides as he thrusts his orgasm out, only to pull it out eventually and have his white come and yours poze out and stain the couch.

your eyes are shut and you are panting heavily, chests rising and hyunjin brushes your hair away from your face, wiping the sweat that has accumulated by your forehead. he places your legs down and mumbles, "you okay, minion?"

"hm," you respond. that's all you can say. you were too fucked out to think or do anything. hyunjin chuckles and slowly getting off the couch, he carefully lifts you up into his arms. you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. "where are we going?"

hyunjin barely hears you question with how soft it was. you repeat and it is the second time that he hears it perfectly.

"going to clean you up and rest you in bed. you need to sleep well now." you nod, snuggling further into his chest as he carries you into his bedroom.

hyunjin's wrong, though. when he wondered how in the world anything could be wrong with you, he clearly knew there is something wrong with you.

you are too dense to ever realise how deep his feelings are for you.

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vintagedolan · 3 years

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mixtape | track fourteen

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“Today’s lecture is on end of life. Death. Passing. However you want to refer to it, it’s about the process of a human being who was here, not being here anymore. And it’s particularly about your role in helping them go peacefully.”

Indy swallowed hard.

The wound was still fresh. It didn’t matter that it was May. Bekah’s funeral could have been just yesterday. She could see the wood grain of the podium she’d delivered the eulogy at in front of her if she closed her eyes for a few seconds too long.

Instead, she looked forward, found her professor in the front of the lecture hall. Dr. Ginn. A quirky woman, who seemed determined to live up to Indy’s first impression as she climbed onto her desk and sat with her clicker in her hand, legs criss-cross.

“Now. Doctors and death, they don’t mix. If I had to guess, a doctor’s worst fear is death. They spend their whole lives fighting it. But nurses? We’re different.”

Indy liked the sound of we.

“For us, the priorities shift. As nurses, your job is just as much to push epi as it is to hold someone’s hand. And you are the one that makes that call. You are the last comfort that a lot of people have in their lives. You are the backbone for the family, for the friends who are there to say goodbye. And you are there to make sure your patient goes as peacefully as they can. That is the most important part of your job, hands down. And if that’s not something you can see yourself doing, then you need to rethink and probably change your career.”

The hall was silent apart from the clicking of laptop keys.

“Now. On that lovely note, let’s get started. A code blue, or as I call it, an ‘oh shit’...”

A message notification appeared on the right corner of Indy’s screen as she opened her notes.

Coffee after class?

Indy smiled, and in lieu of listening for a moment, she let her mind wander back to February...

Grayson was really trying. But it was hard to break habits that he’d been so comfortable with since the first day that he met Indiana. It took so much mental effort to not hold her hand, to not brush her hair behind her ear - so much that Indy nudged him in the side as they walked.

“Where’d you go?”

“Sorry, just thinking.”

She had a good guess of what he was thinking about, or more specifically what he was waiting for.

An answer.

Indy could hear Nicole in her mind, telling her to be careful, to be careful with her heart. She thought of what her mother would say if she met Grayson as she walked beside him on the sidewalk. It kept her mind busy until they got to the familiar door that Grayson pulled open for her. If nothing else made sense, at least there was always Jet’s, with it’s comforting constant vanilla smell and that favorite blue chair that Indy beelined for while Gray went to the counter.

Patrick looked ready to commit murder when he realized who was ordering, but Indy shot him a smile from across the store that softened him up just enough for Grayson to make it out with their coffees unscathed.

“So he definitely hates my guts,” Gray mumbled as he sat down, making sure his back was to the bar.

“He’s a protective one, you know this,” Indy teased as she sipped her coffee.

“How soon did you start working here again after… after I left.”

“I gave myself a couple days. I definitely wasn’t at my peak on my first day if that’s what you’re asking.” She let out a dry chuckle.

“Did you start here or the hospital first?”

“Same time. The tech job kinda fell in my lap, and I needed the money for rent. I only really came back here so I could afford therapy. They have a benefits package for all their employees.”

Grayson froze, but his cup quivered in his hand as he shook.

“I… because of…”

“No, no no, not because of you. I mean, I did talk about the stuff going on with her cause we’ve been having sessions but I was planning on going since graduation. I wanted to get a handle on the whole flying thing.”

The reason went unspoken, and Grayson’s hands didn’t stop shaking, though his breathing came a bit easier.

“Is it going okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, haven’t really been on a plane to test anything out. But I did better than I thought I would when you were flying out, considering. So that’s a good sign. And my therapist is really nice, we’re a pretty good match.”

“Good. That’s good.” It wasn’t lost on him what it meant that she still cared that he was on a plane. Hope riled in his belly and he beat it back down as best he could.

There was a lull that was filled with the sounds of coffee beans grinding until Indy spoke up again.

“What have you been up to out in LA?”

Grayson swallowed. He looked at her quickly, her soft smile that made him feel like he could tell her anything, no matter how embarrassing it was.

“Honestly? I did fuck all. I mean, I did the basics I guess, with the companies and stuff. But I kinda let the misery have me. You did a hell of a lot better than me, that’s for damn sure.”

“I wasn’t doing great, believe me.”

“But at least you were trying,” he sighed, running a hand over his face. “And I caused all this, I didn’t really have an excuse.”

“It’s in the past now. Nothing we can do to change it.”

“For the record, I wish I could. More than anything.”

“I know.”

“I really am sorry Dee. I know it’s not enough, but I am.”

“I know that too.”

The next beat of silence was painful, and it took a moment for Grayson to realize that it was now or never.

“Remember how bad our first date went? How I had that whole plan that just totally didn’t work?”

“The thunderstorm. I remember.” It made her smile, and she could picture every frame of it, from the ocean hallway to the remnants of apple juice on his lips.

“And I told you I was gonna save the real date for later.”

Indy nodded.

“Could we… can I do it now? Can I take you on a date?”

The thought brought butterflies to Indy’s stomach, but she blamed it on the coffee.

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice. What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll show you. Technically Jet’s was first on the list anyways, but the next part is a surprise.”

With that, she stood up and followed him out into the street.

They started their walk separate, but it only took a moment for Indy to grab onto Grayson’s hand. He told himself it was out of necessity so they didn’t get split up in a feeble attempt to keep his hopes from getting away from him. Still, his stomach fluttered high above the pavement as they enjoyed the setting sun and willfully ignored the chill of the wind whipping around the buildings of the city. Eventually, his plan unfolded when they reached the entrance of the Highline. It was one of Indy’s favorite places in the city, but she knew she’d never told Grayson that. He just knew her well enough it seemed.

They walked in peaceful silence for a while, hands squeezed tight against one another’s despite the lull in the foot traffic.

Indy smiled at their luck when they finally found an empty bench with a nice view of the skyline. She tugged Grayson over to it and kept her eyes forward for a moment before she looked over at him. His eyes were on the sky, skin flushed pink from the pigment on the clouds or the chill of the wind, she couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. He was beautiful, and he was hers if she wanted him.

Across the walkway, a young girl walked with her mom, who had a baby carrier strapped to her chest with a head of fuzzy hair just visible within it. The mom was rushing it seemed, and Indy realized the baby was crying loudly, sharp wails that became more audible as they passed by. The girl was dragging a small lion stuffed animal behind her, and Grayson watched as it slipped out of her hands and onto the concrete.

“Joey! Momma, momma I dropped Joey! Joey!” The girl cried out, but her mom continued to tug her along as she reached back for her lion.

Grayson was on his feet before Indy could say a word, jogging by and scooping up the small stuffed animal. He politely tapped the mother on the shoulder to get her to stop, then squatted down to the girl.

“Is this Joey?”

She nodded, her eyes brimming with tears as she held her hand out for her toy. He passed it over slowly with a smile.

“Hold on tight to him okay?”

“Okay mister,” she said, voice high and quiet.

And right then, Indy saw everything she ever wanted. She saw her kids, with Grayson’s hair and Grayson’s eyes and Grayson’s laugh, she could see him carrying them up to bed, see him dancing with a little girl standing on his toes in their kitchen somewhere, see him passing her a little stuffed animal. She could see him in every facet of the future she hadn’t let herself imagine since he’d left, but her fantasies came rushing back so fast it felt like she was floating.

As if she could ever want anyone else.

She reached over for his hand as he walked back over, intertwining their fingers and letting him sit down before she finally spoke.

“I love this city. I love this city so much. It’s always been all I really needed.”

Grayson felt lightheaded as he prepared himself for what she was going to say.

“I know,” was all he could say.

Indy took a deep breath and turned towards Grayson with a soft smile. She could see the apprehension in his eyes as he waited for her to say something else.

“Did I tell you that Devin came to see me while you were gone?”

He shook his head.

“He came to check on me, since I wasn’t answering anyone.”

Grayson’s throat was tight as he pictured it in his head, the guilt overwhelming him. He reached over and squeezed her knee - a silent apology.

“He helped me figure out that I want to go into nursing, helped me get my head on straight.”

“He’s a smart guy,” Grayson said quietly.

“He told me I need to go for what I want. ‘Ask yourself what you really want the rest of your life to look like, and then do whatever you have to to get there’. That’s what he said. And I thought that’s what I was doing. I was going after a PhD, and my life in New York, and all these things I always wanted. Things I thought were really important. But they aren’t.”

He frowned. “Dee, your dreams are important.”

“I know, I know, and I’m not saying I’m giving up on that. I just mean my priorities I guess. I had them twisted, and I was missing the most important thing.”

She smiled his favorite smile as he tried to swallow.

He couldn’t make himself ask, just in case he was wrong, but she put him out of his misery after a moment.

“You. You’re the most important thing.”

She was suddenly blurry as his eyes filled with tears.

“I’ve never been good at change, but you’re worth it to me. If being with you means spending less time in New York, then it’s worth it. And I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like you weren’t.” She was crying too, and Grayson lifted his free hand to her cheek, wiping each tear with his thumb.

“Never. You never made me feel like that. I was the one that ran, because I never wanted you to feel like you ever had to give up anything for me.”

“Because you don’t realize that you’re worth giving things up for. You don’t realize how worth loving you are.”

He was fully crying now, a broken laugh making it’s way past his lips.

“Does that mean you still love me?”

She smiled.

“Never stopped.”

And she kissed him, and all was right in the world again for a moment. It didn’t matter that there were people walking by, and that their cheeks were wet from their tears. They were kissing and that meant that everything would be okay.

Any stranger that walked by surely had to feel the relief in the air when they pulled back and realized they could lean right back in without a single care in the world. He let go of her hand only to move it to her other cheek, to hold her steady there cradled in his palms as she kissed him between smiles - his whole world in his hands.

In that moment, he wanted more than anything to love her loud.

He pulled back just enough to bring her up to her feet and then his arms were wrapped around her waist, spinning her around until she was breathless and the city was a blur behind both their eyes. And for the first time that he could remember in too many years to count, he didn’t care who could hear him, and he didn’t care who was watching.

“I love you,” he said. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I missed you.”

Being back in each other’s arms was as easy as breathing. She didn’t stray an inch from his side, soaking in the warmth of his body next to hers as they made their way down from the highline as the city started to light up. By the time they made it home her toes were numb from the cold but her cheeks were still warm, seeing that every time they had to wait for a crosswalk Grayson ducked down to kiss her again.

When they got to the lobby, Grayson squeezed her hand.

“I gotta get something out of the truck, I’ll be right back.”

“You want me to wait here or head on up?”

He pondered it for a minute.

“Wait for me.”

She nodded. She always waited for him, after all.

He disappeared out of the glass doors at a jog and Indy heard a chuckle from the side of the lobby. She looked over to see the receptionist smiling down at her computer. Indy prided herself on being a very low maintenance tenant, but she still smiled and waved to the woman behind the counter whenever she passed by. Her name tag read Cara in neat white letters.

“Sorry if we were loud,” Indy said sheepishly. Cara laughed.

“Just happy to see you smiling that’s all. I’m glad he’s back.”

Indy blushed bright red before she answered. “Yeah. Me too.”

Grayson was slightly winded when he came back, and he was grateful for the long elevator ride as he held the small gift bag in his hand. Indy pretended she didn’t see it like her mom had always taught her to when she received a gift. Still, her eyes flickered to it each time she knew she could get away with it, her curiosity getting the better of her.

When they finally got inside the apartment he led her over to the living room by the hand and passed her the bag.

“I didn’t know how today was going to go, but I wanted you to have this either way. Figured you could put it on your shelf. When you’re ready.”

Indy pulled the tissue paper out and saw the rose gold edge of a picture frame. She pulled it out and her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh.”

Bekah was smiling.

It warmed the whole image in a way that had Indy’s eyes burning as she tried to place the day. She was curled up on the bed next to Beks, but she wasn’t looking at the camera. Instead, she was looking at the girl beside her. Her little sister in a way, who was tucked away under her halloween blanket.

“That’s the night we had the word search tournament, and you both schooled me,” Grayson explained quietly, wrapping an arm around her waist and squeezing at her hip under her sweatshirt. She remembered then, noticed the activity book in the corner of the picture.

“I didn’t even know you took this.”

“I know you like pictures, I meant to take more of you guys. But I like her smile in this one. Yours too.”

Indy sniffled and leaned her head back onto Grayson’s shoulder. “You’ve made me cry twice now you know.”

He kissed her temple and moved a hand to her forearm.

S-O-R-R-Y

He drew a heart afterwards, and even invisible on her skin she could tell it was lopsided. It made her smile, and she soaked in the feeling of him next to her for a moment before she spun around to kiss him.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips before pulling him in for a tight hug that had her up on her tiptoes when he wrapped her up. They held each other for a moment before Indy got an idea.

“I have something for you too. Wait here.”

Grayson kept his hands on her waist, thumbs rubbing over her skin underneath her sweatshirt.

“Stay,” he pouted.

“It’ll just take a second, I promise. Just wait here.”

She kissed him quickly just because she could and disappeared into the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind her.

He lasted about 45 seconds before he was picking at his fingernails. Then he was taking a few steps towards the door, fighting the urge to stick his ear up to it to see if he could get a hint at what she was doing.

Another minute passed, and he felt like he was going to lose it.

“Indyyyy,” he whined. “You’re killin’ me babe.”

“You’re so dramatic oh my god it’s been like a minute tops.”

“One minute too long,” he teased just in hopes of making her laugh. It warmed his heart to hear it, even muffled through the door. It still felt like an eternity before she finally reappeared with her hands behind her back.

“You know, you didn’t need to get me anything. Having you back is more than I deserve already.”

Indy’s laugh was louder this time since she was right in front of him.

“Who knew a Jersey boy could be so damn sappy,” she teased. “I don’t have a frame or anything, but here.”

She pulled out a piece of paper and passed it to him quickly, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet while she waited for him to read it. It felt like an eternity while she watched his eyes scan over the letters, seemingly missing the UCLA logo in the top corner.

“Did you… are you reading? Did you see it?”

Grayson looked up with a smile and drew a circle in the air around his face.

“Dyslexic,” he reminded her gently.

She bit her lip and tried her hardest to be patient, waiting until his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Wait… wait. What is this? UCLA? Nursing?” He looked up at her cautiously, trying to keep his excitement in check in case he’d misread. “What is this?”

“Well. There’s a lot of good nursing programs out there. And LA has some top notch hospitals too. Especially pediatric ones. Figured it couldn’t hurt to apply, and they’ve got a pretty good tuition coverage package, it’s close to your house, and-”

Grayson’s lips were on hers, his excitement palpable.

She kissed him back with a smile, relieved to finally tell someone about the grand plan she’d made in her head now that all the pieces had come together.

“You’re sure?”

Indiana smiled. “You’re worth it. You’re what I want, forever.”

He kissed her again, making up for lost time and telling her everything he couldn’t find the words for. They walked backwards until the back of his legs hit the couch and she ended up crawling onto his lap, beaming down at him when they finally broke apart.

“You’re actually coming to LA. We’re gonna live there.”

“Guess I gotta start apartment shopping,” she mused.

Grayson rolled his eyes. “Shut up and c’mere.”

He bailed them to the side until Indy was fully on top of him.

“I’ll build you a shelf for our bedroom. Fuck, I’ll build you 50 shelves as soon as we get there. Wait when do classes start, when do you have to move?”

“You’re cute when you’re excited,” she hummed, leaning down to kiss him again. It was slow and purposeful, warm in that familiar way as they remembered each other fully. “We’ll figure it all out,” Indy said eventually, scooting down his torso until her head could rest comfortably on his chest. She listened to his heart beat, a bit fast from either her presence or the coffee, she couldn’t tell. Either way, it was still her favorite sound, and as his hand moved through her hair gently, she knew she’d made the right choice, no matter where it took her.

3 months later, the place it took her was the passenger seat of Grayson’s brand new tesla, which was delightfully cool despite the warmth of the incoming summer making the LA air dry and warm. Grayson held out a hand for her to pass her backpack, tossing it into the backseat as if it wasn’t weighed down with three textbooks. She pulled the door closed behind her and let her head rest back against the seat for a moment before she turned to him.

“Hi.”

He beamed, leaning over the console to give her a quick kiss. “Hey. Good day?”

“Long day, but yeah, it was fine. Got a shit ton of assignments per usual.”

“Hey, three day weekend next week though, and we’re going to New York. What’d you learn?”

“Oh you know, the usual. Meds, codes, diseases, death. Truly uplifting stuff.”

He reached his hand over to her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb as his other hand moved the wheel effortlessly, pulling back out onto the road.

“Still want coffee? You didn’t answer.”

“Do I ever say no to coffee?”

“Fair points. Text E squared and see if they want anything.”

“They weren’t home?”

“No, they ran to the store, but they should be back by the time we get there.”

“If Eden went to Target without me I’m gonna be pissed,” Indy mumbled halfheartedly, typing out the text in their group chat quickly. “You know she’s gonna say she wants Jet’s.”

“Believe me I know, just ask Ethan. You’ve created a monster. We’ve gotta start asking Patrick to send beans in bulk or something, we go through them so fast now that she drinks it too.”

Indy just laughed and turned up the radio, unsurprised to hear Cudi from Grayson’s playlist he’d made for their car rides. It was routine now for him to pick her up from class, save her from the hassle of trying to find parking on campus. And it gave them some more alone time considering they lived with Ethan and Eden at the house. So, it wasn’t abnormal for Grayson to happily add 20 minutes to the drive to pick up coffee on the way home. Purdy’s was right down the street after all, and though their lattes weren’t quite as perfect as Jet’s, they held their own.

“We should buy Patrick some fancy beans somewhere and take them with us next weekend,” Grayson mused.

“You’re such a suck up, it’s not like he’s giving us free coffee,” Indy laughed. “You’re just still scared of him.”

“Fuck yeah I am! Every time we’ve gone home he looks like he wants to straight up murder me.”

She reached over to hold his cheek for a moment as she bit back her laugh.

“Baby. Patrick can barely lift a 50 pound box of syrup. Believe it or not, I think you could take him.”

He rolled his eyes but the comment wasn’t lost on his ego, especially when his girl leaned over to wrap her arm around his bicep and rest her cheek on it, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin left behind by his tank top. They ordered through the drive thru, surprised when neither Eden or Ethan responded to them. The car was peaceful, even more so when Grayson put it on autopilot and gave Indy more of his attention, trying to ease the stress he could feel coming off of her like it always did when she got out of class.

“Tell me about your lecture,” he said, hoping talking it through would help her.

She sipped on her coffee as she spoke, starting without many details but eventually going more in depth as she got more excited. It was one of Grayson’s favorite parts of listening to her talk about the things she cared about, and even though half of the information went right over his head he listened intently anyways, tried to take it all in as the car drove them home.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, Indy’s coffee was gone along with her stress, and Grayson knew all the steps to running a code blue. He hopped out first, grabbing her bag from the backseat and slinging it over his shoulder as they headed to the front door.

The first sign that something was different was the quiet of the house. Any other time that E squared was left alone, Grayson and Indy would come back to the speakers blaring, a scary movie on the living room TV, or the distant sound of a headboard knocking against the wall.

But it was dead silent, and the pair looked at each other before they scanned the room.

“They’re up to something,” Indy muttered, peaking around the wall to make sure Ethan wasn’t going to scare them.

“For sure. Something is off with Ethan, just don’t know what it is.”

“Oh, you got a feeling huh?” Indy teased, bumping him with her elbow. He took her waist in his hands and pulled her back against him, making her laugh as he tickled her and buried his face in her neck. He never got tired of having her so close - it was just as intoxicating as the first time.

“Sorry you don’t understand the twin connection.”

“Well, use your psychic powers to figure out where the fuck they are then.”

He closed his eyes for dramatic effect, smiling when it got the laugh he wanted out of her. Just as he lifted his fingers to his temple, a bang sounded from the backdoor, making Indy squeal and cling onto Grayson. He went to move her behind him until he saw the culprit - a tennis ball bouncing away across the yard.

“You’re okay, it’s just E,” Grayson breathed, relaxing and moving towards the door to find where his brother was hiding. They walked into the backyard hand in hand, following the sound of music coming from the pool, which was finally finished in the back corner of the property.

Ethan was at the entrance, his biggest smile on his face as he waited for them to get closer. Impatient as ever, he started walking towards them, meeting them halfway across the grass.

“Took you guys long enough to get home. We bought new stuff for the pool, come look at it.”

“E, bro, I told you not to buy random shit on your own,” Grayson grumbled, obviously weary of his brother’s interior design skills.

“Eden was with him,” Indy reminded him at a whisper.

“Just come on,” Ethan said, grabbing onto his brother’s hand and starting to drag him towards the pool.

“Jesus bro, calm down.”

Ethan ignored him, looking to make sure Grayson was bringing Indy along too until they made it around the corner where the small pool was in view.

“Surprise!” Ethan beamed, holding his hand out towards the water. Beside it on the concrete were some new additions.

Four loungers, a beautiful teal color with rounded contour that looked perfect for tanning. In fact, Eden was on one of them sprawled out in her bathing suit, and she looked so comfortable that Indy barely noticed the miniature fifth chair next to her at the end of the line up.

Brain fried from class, it took Indy a moment to piece it together.

5 chairs. 4 people. One smaller than the rest.

“No way,” she gasped, hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Eden no way!”

Indy was already moving towards her best friend before she could get to her feet, ignoring Grayson’s confused calls of “what? huh?” from behind her.

“Yes way,” Eden sniffled, a nervous laugh coming through as she put a hand over her stomach.

“How far along? When did you find out?”

“A couple days ago, we went to the doctor to find out for sure this morning. She said we’re about 7 weeks.”

Indy pulled her in for a hug.

“Wait. Wait.” Grayson was yelling now, catching on with no doubt a few hints from Ethan. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck, you’re pregnant?! She’s PREGNANT?!” He grabbed his brother’s face with both hands and shook him just barely.

“I’m gonna be a fucking dad,” Ethan said, and Indy melted when she realized he was about to cry.

“You’re gonna be a fucking dad,” Grayson repeated, shaking him twice more before he pulled him in for the tightest hug Indy had ever seen them share. The girls watched them for a moment before Indy turned her attention back to Eden.

“How are you feeling with all this?”

“Well I’ve just started having morning sickness, my appetite has been super weird, vegan cheese makes me want to straight up die…”

“Right right, but I mean like… mentally. You okay? This is a big change.”

Even just standing there, the boy's excitement was slightly overwhelming, especially with Grayson literally running around yelling about being an uncle. She was sure that Ethan had been excited from the moment of a positive test.

“A very big change that we weren’t really expecting,” Eden said quietly, looking down at her manicured toes.

“How are you feeling about it?” Indy asked again, reaching out to hold her hand. Eden squeezed tightly.

“Honestly? I’m fucking terrified,” she admitted. “And Ethan’s been great, it’s not that, it’s just… there’s a human in me. Right now. Just chillin’ in there.”

“Yep, there do be a human in there,” Indy laughed at her bluntness. “What are you scared about?”

“Everything. I’m afraid I’m gonna do something that’s gonna hurt them. I don’t know shit about pregnancy, like real pregnancy, and don’t even get me started on trying to push this thing out of me.”

“We’ve got a while to figure all that out. And you aren’t going to do anything that’s going to hurt them. You’re a good mom.”

“Jesus, a mom. Ethan keeps saying that but it sounds different coming from a woman. A fucking mom. You’re gonna have to teach me all the medical stuff… wait actually no I don’t think I even want to know what’s going on in there. I’ll just focus on figuring out how the fuck I’m gonna be a mom.”

“You’ll be great. And you’ll have Ethan too. Those two were pretty much born to be dads,” Indy said. They turned and looked to see Grayson hauling Ethan up to sit on his shoulders before running what she assumed was a victory lap around the backyard.

“Yeah… remind me of that for the next nine months. Regularly.”

They both started laughing and pulled in for another hug.

“I’m so happy for you,” Indy sighed with the warmest smile, images of baby showers and Eden’s bump and the office as a nursery already spinning through her mind.

“Love you aunt… Indiana? Indy?”

Indy scrunched her nose. “We’ll have to work on that one,” she teased, taking her hand and leading her over to their boys, who were still somehow yelling.

They both came running, but Grayson was faster, scooping Eden up and spinning her around so fast that Ethan was immediately scolding him, urging him to be careful.

“She’s not that delicate bub, it’s okay,” Indy reassured him, getting up on her tiptoes to give Ethan a hug. He squeezed her tight and whispered in her ear.

“She okay? You guys are the first ones we’ve told.”

“Just a little scared, like all pregnant people are. Totally normal.”

“Good. I’m glad you know, she’s been dying to tell a girl. Only so much I can do.”

She leaned back with a smile. “You’re doing great already.”

Those words meant more to Ethan than she would ever know, but all he could do was smile and head back over to Eden, a hand across her tummy when she leaned up against his side.

“We’re gonna tell Li when we’re all home next weekend, but Eden’s parents are coming over for dinner in a little while and we’re gonna tell them now so we can do it in person,” Ethan explained, pressing a kiss to Eden’s hair.

“We’ll make ourselves scarce for the evening,” Indy offered, sensing the nerves already rising for Eden. She’d have enough of an audience.

“Okay but first we gotta get a picture of everybody, we’re gonna make an album of telling everybody.” Ethan was already moving as he spoke, setting his phone up on the patio table with the timer on. They all posed with Ethan pointing excitedly to Eden’s non-existent bump before they all headed back inside, still buzzing with excitement.

Grayson stayed particularly close as they gathered around the island, his hand resting on Indy’s hip as they all settled after a few moments. They all helped to straighten up the house in preparation for Eden’s family’s arrival, and Grayson appeared behind Indiana with a smile as she placed a blanket over the back of the couch.

“Date night?”

Indy had lost count of how many dates they’d been on, but those words never failed to make her stomach swirl.

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, I know you said you have homework so… Monty’s, secret beach… with flashcards?”

“You truly know the way to my heart.” She kissed him softly and followed him to their room to change into beach clothes. As she sifted through the drawers, she couldn’t help but look at the shelf. It was bigger than the one she’d had in New York, more sturdy with thicker wood and longer, able to hold more frames.

That was a good thing, because there had been some new additions. The picture of Nicole, the baby picture of her and Charlie, and the engagement picture with them and Devin all stood tall beside each other. Down the line came the picture of Indy and Grayson at her graduation, the one where he was dipping her back slightly and wearing her cap. Then was Bekah in her hospital bed - it still made Indy’s chest tight when she looked at it. There were two new ones since then - one of the four of them taken by Lisa in front of their tiny homes, and another of all of them at thanksgiving that they’d finally gotten printed.

“We need to get that picture we just took from Ethan, I wanna put it on the shelf.”

“I’m gonna have to build you another shelf,” he teased as he pulled his swim trunks up.

“Think you’ll probably be building stuff for the nursery first.”

“Shut up, do you really think they’ll let me?” His eyes lit up and Indy laughed as she pulled her New York sweatshirt down over her bikini top.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Fuck yeah, that’s gonna be so much fun! What all do you need in a nursery though? I mean a crib, obviously. A dresser? Do you need a dresser for baby clothes or can you just stack them up cause they’re so tiny?”

“We can talk about it while we drive,” Indy redirected him, taking his hand and leading him out of their room, down the hall and out to the car before he could bombard the other couple of the house with questions.

The excitement was palpable for the whole drive, buzzing within the cab as they made their way to Monty’s, ordered their vegan burgers and raspberry lemonades and snuck away to their secret place on the beach.

Considering it was a Wednesday evening, they didn’t expect it to be busy, but they were particularly excited to see that it was completely empty apart from a few stray crabs that went scurrying away at the sound of their footsteps.

Grayson set out the blanket that was always in the back of the tesla for trips like this and Indy set down their bags and drinks, getting everything settled so they could simply sit down and enjoy their meal.

It was peaceful, calm as the ocean lapped up against the sand gently and they filled their tummies. Grayson was done before Indy, per usual, and he basked in the last remnants of the sun while she finished her fries.

“Wanna swim?” Indy asked.

“Thought we were supposed to wait 30 minutes.”

“That’s a myth,” she teased, standing up to her feet and helping him to his. They walked down to the water quickly, gasping a bit at the cold of the water. Still, there was nothing that compared to the feeling of being in the waves, and Indy braved it. Grayson had every muscle tensed against the cold, but he’d follow her anywhere. Soon enough they were up to shoulder height water, kicking gently to get over the waves when they needed to, arms wrapped around each other to keep warm.

“I can’t believe they’re gonna have a kid. Were gonna be Aunt Dee and Uncle Grayson. What the fuck,” Grayson murmured, half distracted by the way the orange of the sky was starting to reflect off of Indy’s eyes.

“It’s gonna be so much fun to have a little one around. They’re gonna be such good parents.”

“You know who would be even better parents? Us,” he beamed. He looked so beautiful when he smiled, and Indy ran her thumb along his jaw.

“Let me finish school and find a job before you go putting a baby in me,” Indy laughed, but her heart warmed at the thought. She remembered the little girl on the highline, and she wanted it for the two of them.

“You’re done in like a year and a half.”

“Correct,” Indy confirmed it.

“I always thought I’d be married before I had a kid,” Grayson said, trying to bite back his excitement.

She wasn’t sure if it was the bliss of the water around them, or the steadiness of his arms, or the fact that she always felt like she was home when she was with him, but in that moment, she knew.

“Okay. Then let’s get married.”

“Are you serious? You aren’t fucking with me? You really wanna get married?”

“Did I ever give you the impression that I didn’t want to marry you someday?” She teased.

Grayson could only laugh, and look up towards the skies and thank whatever angels were listening and watching for all that he’d been given.

He was pretty sure he knew at least three that were there with him.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much. Don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”

Indy kissed him. The feeling was mutual in the most effortless way, and there was a sense of peace that she wasn’t used to in that moment, knowing that everything would somehow work itself out and she would have him with her for the rest of her life.

And for once, the timeline of her life wasn’t her priority anymore. She didn’t care what date she’d finish school, or when she’d get her job. And she didn’t care when he would propose, or when they’d find out they were having a child of their own. Because in all those moments, whenever they happened, he would be there, and that was all that really mattered at the end of the day.

They kissed slow, quiet for a while, and as the sun dipped below the horizon Grayson carried her back out onto the sand. They wrapped themselves up in the same towel and found each other’s lips again, warm and familiar and safe as they lost themselves within one another over and over again.

Her lips were chapped by the time they pulled away, both giddy at the realizations that they’d always know finally being said out loud.

“How much homework do you have?”

“Just studying, I can do it in the morning. What’s the plan?” She knew he wouldn’t have asked if there wasn’t something he wanted to do.

“I’ll show you. Just trust me.”

“Okay,” she answered without a second thought.

Twenty minutes later, with salty hair and big smiles, they pulled up to a tattoo parlor.

“I thought you got all yours from Alexis now?”

“Gotta get this one tonight. Special day.”

Indy looked at the neon signs, and the artwork on the walls through the window. She pondered it for a minute, and something in her told her to go for it.

“I think I’m gonna get one too.”

Grayson perked up at that. “Really?” He knew every inch of her body, knew it would be her first one.

“Something small. Something for Beks.”

He smiled and kissed her temple before he got out to open her door.

Indy went first. A small lightning bolt, like the one on Bekah’s headscarf. And, the thunderstorm of their first date in the city. She got it tucked away behind her ear, in the same place of Grayson’s triple threes. His angel number, and her reminder of both of hers. It didn’t hurt as badly as she thought it would, but Grayson sat beside her anyways, rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand while he held it.

D-O-I-N-G G-O-O-D he wrote.

“Thanks,” she smiled softly. “Bet you won’t even flinch during yours.”

“That's the idea. You can study while I get mine, I want it to be a surprise.”

Hers only took a few minutes, and her lecture material was at the back of her mind once the artist cleaned her up and moved over the Grayson. He grabbed his wallet from her backpack where he’d stowed it and Indy took a seat in one of the chairs in the lobby, occasionally turning her head towards the mirror so she could see her new ink.

Across the shop, Grayson took his shirt off.

“You can pull the letters from these, and I want it right here.” He passed over the stack of flashcards he’d snagged, sure that they’d be able to find what they needed.

“Bitch of a spot,” the artist said quietly as he prepped over his ribs, but he just laughed. From the view of Grayson’s covered legs, he wasn’t sure there was any spot too painful for him.

“She’s worth it,” Grayson said, closing his eyes and waiting. The sting of the needle was familiar, and it did hurt as he moved over each bone. But when he looked in the mirror, it was all worth it. He didn’t even bother putting his shirt on as he paid the artist in cash, including a big tip, and headed out to the lobby.

Indy was sifting through her bag.

“Looking for these?” Grayson held up a small stack of flashcards with a devious grin. “Sorry, had to borrow them for my tat.”

Indy’s brows furrowed, and she stood up, moving closer as he lifted his arm and showed her his ribcage.

In small handwriting, her handwriting, was the word ‘forever’.

“Right where you always trace it.”

To her surprise, her eyes started to burn.

“Gray…” She knew how important his tattoos were to him, what each and every one of them meant.

“Consider it a promise. I’m with you. Forever.”

He ducked down to kiss her, and she smiled against him, hand resting on his torso right below his promise.

She liked the sound of forever.

#SHES DONE #SHES FINISHED HOLY FUCK #mixtape #IM GONNA CRY FR IM TEARING UP OVER HERE

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YOONGI SOULMATE READING

Disclaimer~tarot is speculative and this is my interpretation of energy. Take it with a grain of salt.

Honey boi time. Strap down because this one is wild. Kinda. And soft. Really really soft. And a little creepy. Buckle in.

So for starters Yoon has a dark, royal blue color energy. It isn't as opaque as Koos was but it was very... thick? Like its not that it wasn't opaque from a lack of energy but rather that kinda had clear energy mixed in too?? It was really pretty and its kinda like the more you look at it the deeper it gets?

It was kinda like this but deeper? And it was almost reflective and "sparkly" idk put it was real pretty.

So first thing to note. Yoon is always easy for me to connect with so he didn't have any barriers put up or whatever so when I was going towards him he was in red flannel pj bottoms and I was like, "am I missing something?" But no. He was just being comfy I guess? Now usually when I connect with energy of a person there's this like eternal tree trunk rope colum thing of energy or something that I kinda follow and then there's little platforms that they're on? I always have my back facing the energy colum thing when I connect.

That was not the case this time. Yoon essentially led me to his side to face the energy trunk? And he was like, "its weird on this side, huh?" ??? Hello, sir. What the fuck. This to me hints that maybe he is also going out and consciously connecting to energies? Idk man. But I was like, "yeah, it is kinda weird" It only gets weirder.

Next I was facing yoon and I was like hey I want to read your soulmate and gave him like a big ole energy marble expecting that to kinda get the connection going but the only thing I heard from his soulmate was "I can't tell you" like shit. And then he dissolved my energy offering? Oki. And I essentially couldn't connect with his soulmate at all. Anyway, I floated off the little platform thing (that was real bizarre) and yoongi connected with me.

His soulmates energy wasn't present at all but I was told to continue any way. Now for in my opinion the creepiest part. So, keep in mind yoons is actively connected to me and I was like, "well, if your soulmate isn't here then please guide me to what deck I should use for their personality signifier and he pointed me to the fountain tarot.

I started shuffling and after I did one bridge shuffle and split it to do another one he was like, "hey, you're gonna get temperance reverse fyi" and I was like hahaha no. And he was like, "no. Listen to me. Bridge twice, hand shuffle twice and split into two. And you'll get temperance rev. Turn it ride side up when it comes out" I was like okay but you crazy. Tarot doesn't work like that

Guess what fucking came up? TEMPERANCE REVERSED when I tell you I freaked out I mean I fuckin freaked. I know it sounds made up or unbelievable and if I didn't see it happen I'd say its fake but FUCK DUDE. So i asked my pendulum if it should be reverse and it was like no, flips that shit. And I swear to God yoongi was laughing at me for being spooked like the smug ass that he is.

Now

First note I wrote was sagittarius energy. This person has sagittarius energy. Yep yep yep. This person balances him out. Temperance is the card of sagittarius. Heavy fire influence in the cart.

Oki now onto personality explained. I got 3 of coins, the heirophant, ace of wands and the magician. This person is very spiritual and has been manifesting him (they’ve manesfesting eachother but I'll get to that later?) This is a person that values knowledge and is very creative and has a lot of quick ideas. This person also really values communication of knowledge. Loves to get it loves to share it. Probably the person that can tell you a stupid fact about almost anything.

We also have networked, storyteller, god and mentor. This is someone who loves to teach people about what they've learned. They like to share the wisdom (with the god card im inclined to say that they share spiritual wisdom but I don't see it as a career?) This person values communication and collecting knowledge.

Now, on to relationship. We have wheel of fortune, justice, ace of wands and the lovers. This relationship has been in the works on a spiritual level for a long time. They’ve been actively manifesting eachother. We know Yoon is at least a little psychic so this makes sense. This relationship is founded in balance. They treat eachother as equals. I also wrote, "certainly something devine". They have a witty rapport and its so so so loving! They have really good communication and respect for eachother! They are also good at keeping eachither accountable.

Now for this person's career. They’ve been going through a change so their career is undecided. There was likely a period of depression that put a pause on their career? But there's also the queen of coins which suggests that they will be making good money. Now, I chose 3 clarity cards on the queen of coins to help me figure out where this money will be coming from and I drew three more coin cards so this means this person is on the cusp of making some good money soon!

Now we have answer the call, awakening and share your voice. They are being called to be together. Again yoon is woke af and apparently so is his soulmate. The picture i get is like when they finally meet they're both a little shy because they've been connecting with eachothers energies and they're like, "whos gonna bring it up?" Like they are finally out of hiding when they meet. Its cute as fuck.

Oki. We have answered prayers, spiritual path and make time for self care. THEY ARE MANIFESTING EACHOTHER. They are a woke pair and the energy is so sturdy and solid. I also get the sense that they engage in self care together? Like they'll make sure to take care of themselves spiritual and physical. I also think that they would be that type of couple to have a mad bath bomb collection.

Side note: while I was doing this I got like a cute little picture in my head of them sitting on the couch in pj's and facemasks with towels on their heads sipping wine and that makes me soft.

Now onto the message from his soulmate cards. So we have release all anger, new idea, be positive, take a shot, Have you eaten? You're acting like a big ass baby and shit is going down with your job. Now. I made a note that this is from Yoon to his soulmate? Um, sir? But oki, yoon makes the rules. What I get from this is that his soulmate is currently going through some job related stuff and he's saying, "hey, its okay to start over. Do that thing you've been wanting to do for a while" he wants his soulmate to stop focusing on what isn't going right and just start fresh. I also lowkey think he's like, you need to just fucking chill. The world isn't imploding just because something isn't working out. Its very reassuring and it feels like he wants to comfort them. Cute

Let's talk about the descriptors now. Yoon was very picky with these? Which confused me. They don't know eachother in person is the vibe im getting and I don't think yoon has ever seen this person either? I think maybe he's had dreams of his soulmate? Idk but the cards are: quality time, fashionable, unique, free spirit, independent, short hair, younger, sweet, charming. I also made a note for brown hair and a masculine chart.

For my little word cards we have, fate, vows, serendipity and loyalty. WE GET IT. YOURE ADORABLE TOGETHER

"All men should learn before they die, what they are running from and to and why" is the little fortune. I think that this is yoon telling his soulmate to do some shadow work? Like find out why you do the things you do, why certain things anger you ect.

Now at this point I was told that I had to use the small deck to get more cards about the relationship. I was like "I already did that but whatever" and I did. I pulled 10 of cups, 2 of cups and the lovers again. WHAT. THE. FUCK. This is the most romantic and soulmatey soulmate reading ever. 10 of cups is emotional fulfillment. This is just everything. Everything! 2 of cups is romance, unified love. Its also about partnership. They work so well together. And the lovers card. Love, relationships and harmony. Oh my god its fucking nuts.

Now onto the final card. Again. Very very very clearly told that this is for his soulmate. We have, the perfection of your life. This card talks about a spiritual storm coming to shake things up in order to put things to put things back in perfect order. A quote I like from the book is, "all is unfolding to a perfect higher order." This to me kinda sums it up well. Shit is about to get crazy for his soulmate and its not a bad thing. Change is need for this person and there is change coming that will stir every thing up and place it back in better places. Ugh. I can't. He wants his soulmate not to fear the storm but rather embrace it and know that positive change will come out of it.

Last part. When the reading is over I always disconnect and essentially put the energy back? This time on yoons little platform (I sound like a lunatic trying to describe some of this shit I swear) I was like, "hey thanks for being cooperative and being so active and involved i appreciate that." And then he gave me an energy marble ball thing too? I was like, "thanks but what the fuck" and then I did what he did when I gave him the marble ball energy thing in the beginning and just... put it in my energy? Like thats what he did? so is that like an energy custom that I don't know about? Wtf. My best guess is that I gave him an offering of energy and he gave me some in return at the end? And then the little shit just dissappears? MIN YOONGI I HAVE QUESTIONS YOU CAN'T JUST DISSAPPEAR??

But he did. And that was the end. It was super fucking bizarre. So for say joo I connected to his soulmate through him. So it was a connection with the soulmate but hosted by joons energy? For Jk his soulmate gave me a direct link which was new and awesome but for Yoongi it was just a very direct connection with him. Just him.

That really tells me that he knows his soulmate well on a soul level and his soulmate literally said, "I can't tell you"

I'm confused but very happy for him!

Yoon is a very soft and sweet man, pass it on

#bts #bts tarot #bts reactions #bts rm #jungkook #seokjin #taehyung #bts imagines #yoongi #bts jhope #min suga #suga #jimin

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Agape

Last Boss/ Takatora Samura × Reader

Warnings: swearing, past trauma, cheating, murder. Past trauma. I know I said it, but you know

Eros, sexual or erotic love. Can be the love you share with a partner. Lust.

Philia, platonic love. The love you share with friends.

Storge, natural love. The love you share with your family.

Philautia, love of self.

Pragma, long standing love. The love of a married couple.

Agápe, unconditional or Devine love.

Ludus, childish or playful love/flirting.

You laughed, watching the screen, seeing Ludus try to talk some sense into the boy she was helping. "Look at those two getting along," Eros said. "It's been nine years, no? You'd hope they're getting along," you laughed. The screen changed, and you jumped back. "Oh, someone said the word love around divinities," Eros noted. "Ooh, a job for me? It's been so long," you excitedly said, pressing the button. "Well, they're not talking anymore. But, I'll just assume the best and go," you sighed, touching the scene. You felt cold wash over you and shivered. It was so overwhelmingly cold.

"W-what the hell?" You shivered, looking around. There was no one. You sighed, they must have left the room or hidden. "Hello?" You questioned, looking around. The room was a mess, you could barely walk through. "W-what are- who are you?'' A voice questioned. You turned to face them, and saw a man with tattoos on his skin. He was wearing a hoodie without sleeves, most presumably to show off his tattoos. "Silly, you should know. You summoned me!" You laughed, floating over the mess. 'And now she's floating... what is this mess?' He thought to himself, staring up at you. "I didn't summon anything," he stated. You tilted your head to the side. "Oh... It was an accident? Yeah, I get that a lot, but now I'm stuck with you until I help you fall in love, sooooo... let's start with introductions and get that out of the way, yeah?" You suggested, sticking your hand out. He looked at it, sceptical that he would actually touch something. You were either someone that Niragi was using to prank him, or a figment of his imagination. "My name is (Y/N), I'm the cupid of Agape. What's yours?" You introduced. He didn't answer, staring at you. "Ok, well, um... anything you want to talk about, mystery man?" You questioned with a smile, floating closer. He backed up slightly. "Ah, the antisocial type, huh? Alright I like a challenge. May I please know your name?"

You spent hours trying to get him to speak. Finally you had to show him you were real until he answered. He was quite the odd man. He hadn't meant to summon you, really. He was muttering the words to an old rhyme he read once and it just so happened there was divinities on his desk. "The universe never makes mistakes my dear. Even if it was an accident, that," you said after explaining everything. He was not as sceptical anymore, but it still made you laugh. "So you're telling me the only way I can get you to leave is to fall in love with someone or die?" He questioned. You nodded. There was silence once more, and you were getting the feeling that he was not going to talk unless provoked. "Ok, now that you know a bit about me, let me know your name," you said. He looked up at you, studying you.

"You mean to tell me your basically all powerful... but don't know the name of the person you're going to help?"

...

....

"You know what, you're right. I'm going to suggest that to the gods."

It was hours later, and he wouldn't tell you his game. "Please?? Pleaseee?" You begged, shaking his shoulders. "Fine... it's Takatora Samura," he sighed. You jumped up, cheering. "Finally! Thank you!" You shouted, hugging him. You felt him tense up, and let him go. "Not one for physical contact, hm? It's ok," you said, letting him go. You saw him let out a sigh of relief, and laughed a bit. "Is there something humorous about this situation to you?" He asked. You giggled, nodding your head. "Your reactions my dear," you answered. You saw his ears turn red and you smiled. "I'll find out all about you sooner or later, whether you tell me willingly, or I force it out of you," you said, an innocent smile on your face. He didn't think that was an innocent wording to it. It sounded like a threat, and he assumed it was best to just talk to you. You were quite... pretty. Maybe it was the fact you were basically a goddess, but something about you pulled him to you. Not the fact that you two were literally bonded until you helped him fall in love, but something else. He didn't know what it was yet, but he'd figure it out.

"Following you around is quite tiring you know? Always jumping on and off things. It's quite the impressive feat, but still, you must be tired aren't you darling?" You questioned, floating besides him. "So since I asked you to stop calling me the other nickname, you come up with a new one? You're... a frustratingly stubborn woman," he said quietly. He seemed to notice that people couldn't see you, so he found it best to keep quiet when talking to you. "And you're just a frustrating man, so we're even," you said with a smile. "Can you see other cupids? Like when they're down with other people?" He asked, a sudden thought coming to mind. "Hm? We can't see them, but we can most certainly feel their presence. One of us has been with the same one for nine years. He's... well, she keeps him in line that's for sure," you answered. Your dress seemed to float around with you, bouncing and flowing around as if it were alive itself. He didn't know what to think of this whole situation. It was so bizarre. "So... if I had a person who I thought had a cupid helping them, could you find them?" He asked. "I don't know what you're plan is, but it sounds fun, let's go!" You chirped, pulling on his arm.

"Hmm... oh. Oh, yeah he's definitely got a cupid. That's Ludus's energy alright," you said. He let out a small chuckle, and you looked down at him. "What's so funny Mr. Mystery?" You questioned. "If I'm not mistaken... Ludus is childish or playful love, no?" He asked, hiding a smile. You nodded slowly. "So he has a cupid that's the total opposite of him... who repremands him... and makes him do things that follow a normal moral compass? I find that to be hilarious," he said. You laughed, nodding your head. "I guess that is funny when you look at it that way. What else do you have to do?"

It was currently night time, and honestly, you were bored. He just sat in a chair in his room, reading some book he found. "Hey... hey. Hey! Pay attention!" You shouted. He slowly moved his book down, glancing over at you. "Can we talk about something? Anything is better than silence," you said, sitting on his bed. "I guess... um, tell me about your past?" he asked, shutting the book completely. "Oh... sure!"

"I have no doubt you'll do great! I'll see you in a week?" You said, hugging the man in front of you. It was you husband. You had always supported his musical career, insisting that he would make it one day. "Aw, thank you my dear. And of course, in a week or a bit longer. Goodbye," he assured, waving as he walked off. "Goodbye! I love you!"

All was fine, until news came back that he had been see with another woman. You of course, shook it off. Maybe she was just a friend? But of course, they had been caught doing things no friends would.

"I- I just... I need some time,'' you stuttered, pushing him away softly. "You're mine, don't forget that. You don't need time, you just need me," he said forcefully. "No. We aren't doing this. You cheated on me. Please give me the respect I deserve, and give me time to process what happened. In this moment I am not yours. The moment you decided to be with another, was when I stopped being yours," you stated, running off.

After everything you had supported him through, he really threw you to the side for another woman? You had lived in poor conditions, barely managing to pay rent, supporting him, just for him to do this to you? You had never complained, and always told him he'd be great. He was destined for good things. You always knew it. And this was how he repaid the years of support, love, and loyalty? (As Cardi B. Once said... ahem... "Broke boys don't deserve no pussy, I know that's right.")

It was months later when you got a knock at your door. You turned off the tap, placing the dish you were washing down in the sink. You grabbed the towel besides the sink, drying your hands, while walking to the door. They knocked again and you walked faster shouting, "I'm going!"

You got to the door, unlocking it, and opening it. In front of you was a woman who looked the opposite of you. Every aspect if her was different from you. "Oh... um, hello! Is there anything I can help you with?" You asked. She nodded, "I want you gone."

You stared back in shock, thinking you'd misheard her. "Excuse me?" You questioned. She pushed you back, making you hit your head on the wall. You yelped in pain, falling to the floor. "What the hell?!" You shouted, standing up. "He's so obsessed with you, he misses you, we'll see who he misses when I get rid of you!" She screamed, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. You quickly grabbed the doorknob, getting ready to leave. "No you don't you bitch!" She yelled, running at you with the knife. You opened the door, going to run, before she grabbed the edge of your nightgown, pulling you back. You landed back in your home, and she closed the door, locking it. And thats when you knew you wouldn't survive, as she had blocked every exit.

"I think that's about it. She stabbed me to death, I became a cupid. Oh, and I found out that she was the girl he cheated on me with and blah blah blah. Boring talking about me. What about you?" You finished, waving your hands around. "You are- what? I'm so... he... then she.. You got murdered ?" He stuttered. You nodded, "Yeah,why?" "You're so... so nonchalant about it!" He exclaimed, standing up. "Woah there darling, that's a lot of emotion coming from you right now. You sure you're feeling ok?" You asked, walking towards him. "You're like serious? Like actually? That happened?" He questioned. You were so confused. In the single day you had known him, this was all it took to get a reaction?

"Yeah? Why would I lie about that?" You answered. He sighed, sitting down on his bed "Well.. he wasn't a good person. How do you help others fall in love when the love you experienced wasn't devine or unconditional?" he asked. You looked down, an floated over to him. "Um... I-... I don't know... it's just what I do. It makes people happy. I like seeing others happy," you murmured, playing with your hands. "But... doesn't it get tiring of constantly seeing others get what you never had? Don't you get angry or sad?" He asked, turning to face you. "What? I've never.... I-... y-you're... you're right..." you whispered, tears filling your eyes. His eyes widened, seeing your tears. "I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm-"

"It's o-ok, I know you didn't mean to. Y- you've actually helped me..."

Helped you? How had he helped you? By going off on an observation based off of what you had told him? It was strange to him that you hadn't thought about it before.

"But at least you're able to look for your 'one true love' or whatever bullshit people make up."

Silence met his ears, something that he usually would be happy about, but this time, not so much.

"Right?"

"You get to fall in love still, right?"

"..."

"...."

"...no..."

He stared at you like you had just told him the world was going to end in the next five seconds. How could the gods be so cruel as to make you suffer through your life, and now your after life? He couldn't believe it. There was no rest for your soul.

"We die if we do... and a devine death means no coming back. No after life can or will take you. Your soul, essance, and being dissappears," you explained. "Has anyone ever tried it?" He questioned, looking away. You shook your head, "No... it's just something Zues told us all. Oh, and Ares. And Dionysus."

"Those boys always messing with you ladies. Oh it infuriates me. Hello my dear Y/N!"

You jumped, grabbing onto Last Boss. "Fear not, it's only me," she said. You looked up, and smiled. "Lady Freyja! It's so wonderful to see you!" You laughed. "Now, what the boys told you are lies. You are most certainly allowed to fall in love. What ridiculous nonsense. I can't believe they'd play a prank so cruel on all of you," she ranted. "I- we are?" You questioned. She nodded. You smiled, and realized how stupid you were. "Thank you, Lady Freyja," you said, bowing to show your gratitude. She laughed, shaking her head. "There's no need for that. Do be careful however. My magic was almost not strong enough to reach you. Wherever this is... it's dangerous. Please be aware."

Weeks passed, and Last Boss had never shown interest in anyone. "Taka, come on, there's got to be someone you like. Anyone. Really. Guys, girls, in betweens. Anything darling," you complained as he sat reading a book. "You want to know what? I have taken interest in someone," he responded. You jumped up in excitement. "Really?! Who?" You exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"You."

Again, he was met with silence. Something, he realized, he only hated when it was coming from you. "Me? As in... Y/N, cupid of Agape, me?" You questioned. He nodded. Your smile grew wider, and he was becoming worried at your silence.

"It's a good thing I've take interest in you too Samura..."

For the first time in a while, he smiled. A genuine smile. You floated over to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you accidentally summoned me."

Yay! I finished! So, now vote between the ones that are left which is:

Karube - Storge (the love you share for family)

Chota - Philia (the love you share between friends)

Arisu - Eros (sexual love, lust.)

Hatter - Philautia (love of self in a positive or negative way)

#alice in borderland #×reader #last boss #last boss × reader #fluff #this took a while to write #i need to write more for him hes such an interesting character #i would love to have long conversations with him just because it wouldn't get boring #hed be pretty fun ngl

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echidnapower · 4 years

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EP’s FanFiction Master Post

So this is something I should have done a long time ago on my previous account, but better late than never. For those of you who find me, this is going to be a place where you can find all the fics I’ve written over the years. This will be added to over time as I fight to revive my muse.

It’ll be categorized by fandom, so you can quickly find what you do or don’t want to read. Here we go.

Pokemon

A Valentines Dream Come True - It's Valentines Day, and a certain redheaded Gym Leader is finally getting to enjoy it with the boyfriend of her dreams. During their time together, they get into a little discussion about dreams, and Ash doesn't wanna tell her his! So to get him to spill, she tells him her dreams...when she finally learns Ash's dream...will both their dreams come true? - Based on a drawing from @miyatoriaka, which can be found HERE.

AAML: Diamond and Pearl Version - Follow me as I remake the DP episodes in order and in sequence, all so I can add the biggest star besides Ash himself. Misty! Watch her and Ash's love grow as they go on their journey. The absolute LONGEST story in my portfolio, and you will see my writing evolve the longer you go on. Be prepared for a massive read that even now is STILL going.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - It's Christmas time and the Ketchum household is hosting a party with all of Ash's friends. But while Ash and Misty dance around their feelings for each other, another Sensational Sister is about to find herself in a situation she never could have expected, but she'll be darned if she lets it slip through her manicured fingers. (Spinoff of @hollylu-ships-it‘s "A Christmas in Kanto" comic which can be found HERE.

Best Friend - "Why? Why did I have to be so stupid as to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend?" - Story told in Misty’s POV.

Blessings From Heaven - I'm Ash Ketchum, and I'm getting married today! But how did this come to be? Through God's devine planning is how. Here's my story: I'm marrying Misty. - Warning for religious themes, told in Ash’s POV.

I Miss You - Misty misses Ash terribly, and it's affecting her emotionally as she's more irritable than usual, if that was even possible. But Daisy has a plan to get Ash to come and see Misty again. Will her plan have the desired effect? Or will it cause something she never could've seen coming? - Based on a trio of drawings from the long lost Simply-Nicole. The old art can be found on my dA page HERE, HERE, and HERE.

I’m Misty, and You Are? - Misty tells the story we all know and love...literally. She's telling the story. Based on artwork from the long lost Simply-Nicole, which can be found on my old dA page HERE.

Keep The Faith - This time it's May and Drew getting married, and it takes place in the "Blessings From Heaven" universe. Warning for religious themes.

Looks - It's Ash's birthday and all of his friends have gathered together in the woods to reminisce on the time they spent traveling with their favorite Pokemon Trainer. But something's about to happen that could change the way that Ash and Misty look at each other forever…the question is, is it for the better?

Lovesick - Kenny is feeling strange...he feels like he's sick...but is he really ill? Or is he just lovesick?

Madam Zara - When Misty decides to get experimental with her appearance, she finds herself in the hands of a world-famous beautician named Madam Zara. With most of Misty's makeovers ending less than ideally, will this be the one to shatter the mold? And how will Ash react? - Based on a drawing and idea from @hollylu-ships-it which can be found HERE.

Our Own Sunset - Ash and Misty watch the sunset together, but Misty's bothered by it. - Set in the AAML: Diamond and Pearl version universe.

Pokeshipping Week 2015 - My first time participating in Pokeshipping Week ever, hard to believe it was five years ago.

Pokeshipping Week 2016 - This year of Pokeshipping saw me collab with @hollylu-ships-it, you can see the art she put together on her Tumblr page.

Symptoms of Love - Ash and Tracey are hit by a Vileplume's Stun Spore, and Misty has to fend for herself in order to find a cure. But once she gets Ash back to health, Ash still feels many of the same symptoms from before. Why is that?

Tell Me I’m Pretty - It isn't easy being the youngest sister, especially when your oldest sister is getting married and you're the only one without a date for the once in a lifetime event. Misty can't help but feel like she doesn't measure up somehow, but a surprise visit from her closest friend is sure to make her feel pretty once more. - Inspired by THIS piece from @hollylu-ships-it.

The Road Not Taken - When Ash gets some bad news from home, he goes into a depression and starts doubting both himself and the choices he's made. But luckily, someone is there with him to remind him he's loved and cared about. - Based on yet another drawing from @hollylu-ships-it. Look at it HERE.

Warmth - It's New Years Eve, and the recently married Ash and Misty Ketchum are ready to host their first ever holiday party at their home together, but when a snowstorm makes it so no one can arrive safely, Misty is saddened. But will they really end up spending their New Years Eve alone? Or will surprise visitors warm their hearts?

Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go

Iron Girl - A robot girl who hates the fact she's a robot...will she realize just how important she is or will she continue to simply wallow in self-pity?

War Between the Living and the Dead - The war between the living and the dead has begun, and the Hyperforce has to go up against their biggest challenge yet. But with help from their allies across the galaxy, they can triumph! Or can they? This is my take on what Season 5 would've been, plugging plotholes and making sense out of a series that left us all hanging.

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Reflections of a Legend - Buzz Lightyear Personal Log - Stardate 92893.81. I don't quite know how to explain this, or what I'm feeling, so I guess I'll just start talking and tell you what's on my mind. There's someone I just can't get out of my head, and truthfully, I'm not sure I want to. - This is a first-person dive into Buzz’s character.

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Kim Possible

Angels Watching Over Me - Kim and Ron are going down a dark path that could eventually end in their own destruction...literally, not figuratively. When the Sloth dangles over a cliff that holds their fate in the balance, who will come in their time of need? How about...someone they never could have dreamed? - Based on a true story, warning for religious themes.

Busted - Hana wants cookie, Hana tries to get cookie, Hana gets caught trying to get cookie.

The Running Back - All-star Running back Ron Stoppable is about to face the biggest challenge of his life. He's got just a few seconds to win the championship for the Middleton Mad Dogs, but more importantly to him, he's got just a few seconds to make his girlfriend proud.

The True Meaning - Both Ron and Kim are well aware of the true meaning of Christmas, and that's why they're volunteering at a church's Bethlehem Revisited event to spread the word. Kim's happy to help and all, but...why is Ron calling her such a weird name? - Warning for religious themes.

Trick or Treat - Kim is pulling a trick on Ron, will it be a great treat, or is he about to suffer the wrath of Kim Possible? He has no clue, yet.

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Fillmore!

A Promising Tomorrow - Takes place immediately after the end of the episode "A Forgotten Yesterday." Fillmore's lost two of his old friends now and needless to say, he's tired of losing people to the darkness he was lucky enough to escape from. Luckily, Ingrid's there to show him that his efforts to rehabilitate his delinquent friends haven't exactly gone to waste. There's one person who's benefited.

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Miraculous Ladybug

You’re Loved - Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir, different identities but more alike than he would like to admit. No matter who he becomes at any given time, there's always something very important missing in his life. Will he ever find what he's looking for? Or is it possible he's always had it and never realized it?

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Beyblade

We Are One - Kai gave it his all battling against Brooklyn and his bit-beast Zeus. Now, after his close brush with death, Kai must summon the strength to go and support Tyson before disaster strikes the world. But there's no way he's strong enough to do it on his own...but thankfully, he won't have to, which is what Kai is about to learn. Sister story to "I Can't Lose You."

I Can’t Lose You - A week after Tyson's battle against the evil bit-beast Zeus and his trapped blader Brooklyn, the world is slowly making its way back to normal. Kai managed to survive and is recovering in the hospital, and Tyson is getting some much-deserved rest. But when Kenny comes to tell Tyson that Hilary has quit the team, he loses it, and goes to find out why. My first Beyblade story.

Save a Dance For Me - With the all new BBA launching with a gala to celebrate the occasion, Tyson finds himself in the uncomfortable position of needing to ask someone to be his date. He has someone in mind, but will his greatest beyblading rival get in his way and turn out to be his greatest rival in love?

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Teen Titans

Healing Touch - With several Titans pairing up, the lingering emotions are taking a toll on Raven's empathic senses and causing her to lose control of her own feelings. When she gives in and does something completely crazy, it's up to Beast Boy to pull her out of a dark place and bring her back to the light. - There is accompanying artwork from @hollylu-ships-it HERE and HERE.

More Than a Hero - I've learned a lot of lessons under Batman, he taught me everything I would ever need to know about being a superhero, about being Robin...but Starfire taught me how to be Dick Grayson, and she taught me how to fly. - Story from Robin’s POV, accompanying artwork from @hollylu-ships-it is HERE.

Robin Rising - Life is good for Dick Grayson, he's the leader of a team of superheroes he's blessed enough to call his family, and he's about to turn 18 which he figures will open up a whole new world of possibilities for him. But when his old mentor and "father" calls in, showing that he captured a criminal that had eluded the Titans forever, things get flipped upside-down. - Multichapter fic which is part of a much larger universe, plenty of accompanying artwork can be found over on @hollylu-ships-it‘s account. Go give her a follow and fav.

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Sonic the Hedgehog

A Light in Darkness - A small band of heroes go back in time to try and prevent a cataclysmic event that would eventually destroy all of creation as they knew it. But what is the nature of this threat? How dangerous is it? And how far will they have to go in order to stop it from viciously destroying all they hold dear? Features a deep cast of Sonic characters, and a very special OC owned by @e-vay

Anonymous - For Shadow the Hedgehog, Christmas doesn't mean what it means to his friends and the rest of the world. Instead, he has a self-appointed mission he needs to carry out. But this year, he may find something that he's never really had before, and it could change the way Shadow sees Christmas for the rest of his life.

Christmas Wishes - For ten years, Amy Rose has only wanted one thing for Christmas, and she's finally come to accept the reality that she'll never receive it. But a conversation with Rouge rekindles her hope and her Christmas spirit. Will she be let down again? Or will her one wish finally come true this year? Read to find out. (Sister story to my other story titled "Anonymous")

Comfort In the Storm - When a thunderstorm strikes and leaves Cream quivering in fright, it's up to Tails to find a way to alleviate his crush's fears, and maybe even give her a reason to enjoy thunderstorms instead of fearing them.

Cream Adventure DX: Author’s Cut - A redo of an old story. Cream finds a strange statue in the meadow, and she knows just who to go to to figure out what it is, but she gets more than she bargained for when she goes looking for him. What happens?

Dreams of an Absolution - Silver lays awake at night and reflects on his life in this apocalyptic world Iblis has destroyed...but most of his reflections revolve around a certain fire girl with lavender fur. He wants to be happy with her, but a warzone is a bad place to kindle love, and so every night he lays awake, and dreams of an absolution.

Relations - Knuckles has a problem. He's in love...but...that presents a very unique problem...or does it?

Running to the Point of No Return - Sonic is the fastest thing alive, and Amy is told that that's the biggest obstacle keeping her and Sonic away from each other. But what's she supposed to do to keep up with him, when there's NO ONE fast enough to keep up with him?

Scars - Some things that happen in life leave scars behind that go with us for the rest of our lives. For Miles "Tails" Prower, such a thing happened to him in the depths of space many years ago...the loss of his first true love...though the pain weakens and the scars fade, they never go away completely, and Tails has learned to live with and embrace that fact.

Seven Rings and Five Fingers In Hand - A redo of the final battle in Sonic and the Secret Rings, Sonamy style!

The Heart of Chao - Chao are adorable little creatures, and they make great pets for anyone who's looking for something to take care of. But there's more to chao than just being cute, they're filled with more heart and love than anyone can imagine, and that can sometimes lead to bringing others closer together. Here are just a few stories of that very thing happening to our favorite characters.

Trapped In This Machine - Sonic has seemingly fallen madly in love with Amy, but is this sudden romance truly sincere, or is it only skin deep, hiding something sinister underneath? - Inspired by a drawing from @e-vay, found HERE.

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ourmixedrealities · 4 years

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Mixed Signals (Part One)

~WARNING~ Alcohol / Swearing

Kai Parker and (Y/F/N) some would call us troublemakers while others would say I was the one who tamed the monster.

Kai and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. My first introduction to Kai was on the schools playground, I was seven years old minding my own business while I played in the sand box, I was quickly joined by Bryce and Devin, If you looked at them quick enough you’d easily assume they were twins.

“I like your hair.” Snickered Devin as he ran his fingers through my hair, I shrugged him away quickly. “Yeah, Wouldn't it suck if someone put sand in it?” Bryce mocked as he scooped up a handful of sand. Before a single grain of sand could fall onto my head another little boy ran over shoving Bryce head first into the sandcastle I was building. Bryce gasped causing sand to fill his mouth. The new kid chuckled as he climbed off Bryce’s back. Devin took off running as he cried out for our teacher, Bryce quickly scampered after Devin as he spat wet sand onto the pavement, His eyes growing red as the particles irritated his eyes. “The names Kai. I’m sorry for destroying your castle.” He smiled as he began rebuilding it. “I’m (Y/N)” I replied shyly. “I won’t let anyone bother you anymore.” He vowed, Little did we know this would be a promise he would never break.

“Mr. Parker!” Mrs. Fieldsman scorned. I watched as Kai’s eyes grew wide and I specifically noticed how his smile never left his face. “Sorry! I gotta go!” Kai laughed as he jumped back up onto his feet and began running away from our teacher. I couldn’t help but smile for the rest of the school day, A strange sense of safety wrapped around me.

After that not a single day would go by without us seeing each other, Even if one of us were sick we would hangout through the window that divided us. My parent’s loved having Kai over since that was the only time he was ever truly well behaved. As time passed I realized he was spending more and more time over my house and I was rarely ever invited over to his, I began to think his parents didn’t like me. I was wrong...

As the years passed Kai became more troubled, He would get into a fight at least every other day. It got to the point where our school threatened to expel him. Of course the school didn't care to know the cause of each fight, They just cared that Kai was always involved in them. Somehow I was able to convince Kai to behave himself long enough for us to graduate high school. I quickly learned that things at home weren't great, His parents were constantly belittling him and claiming that he wouldn't amount to anything. Since Kai was so troubled his family decided that they couldn't handle him any longer, They figured since he was 18 he was old enough to go off on his own. My family acknowledged how mature I was and allowed me to move out at 18 too, Sure it took a little begging and bribing but it worked. Kai and I decided to get an apartment together near the college I was going to attend. It worked out perfectly, We each had somewhere to live and I didn't have to live with a stranger.

Now here I am 21 single and still living with Kai who is very much not single, As a matter of fact he has a beautiful girlfriend who I also happen to be very good friends with! Her name is Harley and she’s absolutely perfect for him. She’s extremely adventurous, Patient, and overall a great person to be with if you needed to let off steam, Nothing scares her. An added bonus to Harley is she is extremely welcoming of Kai and I’s friendship, There’s zero jealousy or distrust. We can all hangout as a group or one on one, It’s great. As a matter of fact I’m the reason they even met, Harley and I needed a place to study for an upcoming test and of course I offered my home as a safe spot. Kai came home early and the rest is history, Truth be told he didn’t let us study much but we did end up passing the test.

(Present Day)

“Guess what!? Guess what!?” I squealed as I ran up to Kai who was in the process of making a sandwich. “What what!?” He replied as he jokingly tried to match my excitement. “James Buckland asked me out!! You remember him right!?” I gleamed. “Buckland? Yeah, I remember him.” Kai’s enthusiasm quickly diminished. “We are going out this weekend!” Kai took a big bite out of his sandwich, While he chewed he repeated “Buckland!? Why Buckland?” My excitement began to dwindle. “Why not? What’s wrong with James?” I asked cautiously. Kai shook his head after taking another large bite. “Nothing... He’s just not your type... I mean it’s Buckland!” Kai became extremely expressive as he spoke. I crossed my arms over my chest as I asked. “Oh? And who exactly is my type?” Kai paused, Clearly attempting to choose his next words wisely. “Well... For starters your type is a guy who needs to be intelligent which yes Buckland has that going for him, But he’s not exactly brave and he’s rather boring... You need a guy who can keep you on your toes, A guy who can keep your attention. Someone who can make you roll your eyes and then burst out into a fit of laughter, And that’s just not Buckland... You wouldn’t have any fun with him, He’s to safe.” Kai shrugged knowing he was right, But I was feeling even more confused. “Shouldn't I be with someone safe?” I commented back. “Well yeah of course... But no... See, Buckland is to safe meaning he wouldn't be able to protect you... Sure he wouldn't get into a bar fight or hurt you which is perfect but you need a man who can make sure you're taken care of. Safe.” I couldn't deny the fact that Kai had made valid points but I still refused to let him believe that he won, Either way James is a good guy and he deserved a chance, And I haven't seen him in years so I’m sure time has changed him.

After much anticipation Friday finally rolled around which meant it was the day of my date with James. I will admit that our texting conversation wasn't exactly what I was expecting but I was still excited nonetheless. We decided to meet at a fancy restaurant and he said it was his treat, I was becoming more excited by the moment. I showed up in my favorite dress, I was honestly feeling like a million bucks when I heard, “(Y/N)? Is that really you?” The voice sounded vaguely familiar. I glanced around the room until my eyes were met with a man whose glasses were much to large for his face. “Wow! (Y/N) it’s me... James!” He exclaimed. “Oh! Hi! Of course. It’s so nice to see you.” I smiled noticing how his tux was even to tight for his slender frame. “I suppose you thought this was a casual restaurant.” James mentioned as his eyes scanned up and down my body. I attempted to laugh it off but his face told me he was serious. The night continued to decline rapidly after. The whole night James would brag and use words that I don't even think he knew the real meaning of. I suppose he could of been insecure and thought all he did have was his intellect, I would of disagreed, I could of told him he had kind eyes but at this point even that would of been a lie. For hours James attempted to make himself look better than everyone else here, He even tried to make me feel like I should of been honored to be invited here. Kai was wrong about one thing, James sure did know how to make my eyes roll. “Pardon me” I excused myself mid sentence, I have no idea what James was going on about but I couldn't take it any longer, I grabbed my possessions and strut into the restroom. “You’ve got to help me!” I exclaimed feeling relived when Kai answered the phone. “It’s going that great huh?” I could hear Kai attempt to hide his chuckle. “Shut up, Do not tell me ‘I told you so’ I don’t want to hear it... I just need to to call me in five minutes with some excuse as to why I need to leave. Ok?” I pleaded. “Give me ten minutes and I can do even better, Which restaurant are you at?” He asked calmly. “The Moonshine Rose, Why?” I questioned less calmly. “See you soon!” Kai cooed before he immediately hung up the phone.

I wasted an extra two minutes before making my walk of shame back to the table. It was like I didn’t even leave the table, James began rambling on and on about his oh so perfect life. I sat there picking holes into my bread while muttering the occasional “Ah... Yeah... Is that so? Nice.” This was not at all the James I remembered... If anything he was the exact opposite, He was loud and rude, He was overly confident and seemed to lack true ambition. I had never walked out on a date before so I was thoroughly glad that I would be leaving before we ordered anything.

“What are you doing here?” A voice said from behind me, I whipped my head around to see Kai standing there with his arms crossed. “I’m on a date... What are you doing here?” I answered back unsure of how to react. He paused to walk next to our table where I stood up. “You look beautiful...” He added without thinking. “I...You have to go home, It’s important..” Kai’s act quickly changed leaving me more confused but I nodded. “Sorry James, I’ll message you sometime.” I left a twenty for our poor waitress who sadly had to deal with James for the entirety of our date and even more so now that I left.

Once the fresh air hit my skin I turned to Kai and said. “That was your big master plan?” I laughed as I nudged his shoulder. He let out a forced chuckle. “Honestly? No, But I really don’t wanna talk about it...” His voice grew more serious as he began walking to my car. I gave him a puzzled look but followed close behind. “May I ask what your plan was?” I questioned apprehensively. Kai shook his head. “I just wanna get out of here.” He mentioned. “Then why are you walking to my car? Shouldn't you go to yours?” I joked. Kai didn’t seem to think I was very funny as he replied. “No man should ever allow a woman to walk to her car alone. I have to make sure you’re safe, Remember?” I nodded again understanding where he was coming from. “Are you okay though?” I asked as I opened my car door. “Yeah, I’m fine... I just have plans with some friends... So I’ll be home later...” He mentioned as he walked further away from me. “Oh... Shit, Harley is supposed to come over tonight... Would you mind keeping her company?” He added sounding less excited than usual. I however was very excited, I could use the girls night.

Harley and I decided to stay home for the night while Kai had his boy’s night out. Since Harley’s initial plan was to hangout with Kai we decided to just stay at Kai and I’s apartment that way as soon as he came back they could easily be together. Our plan was to have a horror movie marathon, Freak ourselves out and then to eventually pass out after watching the sun rise. Unfortunately for me Harley had a busy day and was able to fall asleep easily while I remained awake and scared. Even my phone ringing was enough to make me jump out of my skin, Granted it didn't help that it was two in the morning. “Hello? Is this (Y/N)?” A man vocalized, I could hear loud music and people cheering in the background. “This is she, Whose this?” I questioned back. “My name’s Dallas, I’m the bartender at Burgers and Beers Bar and Lounge. I’ve got your boyfriend here, He’s pretty far gone and has been begging random people to call you.” He chuckled obviously amused by my drunken friend. “Oh, No... That’s not my boyfriend, If he wants his girlfriend I can wake her up and have her come get him” I stated as I looked over at Harley's sleeping body. “I don’t know what to tell you, He was very adamant about calling you.” Dallas assured. “Oh, Well... Okay I guess, I’ll be there soon.” I stated feeling uncertain. Once off the phone I attempted to wake Harley up, But once I realized there was no use I got dressed, Wrote Harley a quick note in case she did wake up and set off on my adventure to pick up a blacked out Kai.

Thankfully for me the bar was only a fifteen minute drive away, I was also able to find a parking spot right in front of the entrance, At this point I was feeling pretty lucky. Once inside of the bar I grew slightly nervous since it was packed but once I linked eyes with the bartender I was quickly able to spot Kai. I squeezed past the drunken crowd and finally next to my best friend. “You look radiant!” Kai gasped as he finished the liquid that remained in his glass. “Who let you drink more?” I questioned sternly. Kai pointed at the bartender who was smirking to himself. I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Let’s get you back home and in something that doesn't reek of whisky.” My face warped as the smell filled my nose. “Oh come on... Stay awhile. I’ll buy you something.” Kai offered. I shook my head. “I’d rather get you home where Harley can deal with you.” I admitted. Kai groaned as he placed a hundred dollar bill onto the bar. “Fine, Let’s go.” His demeanor went from happy to seemingly numb. I mouthed a quick ‘sorry and thank you’ to the bartender for dealing with Kai. Dallas smiled sweetly letting me know that Kai wasn't any trouble.

As we walked towards the exit of the bar a man smacked my ass and proceeded to say crude things. I tried to grab Kai but I wasn't fast enough, He was already on top of the man. “Kai! It’s fine, Let’s just go home.” I called out. Kai looked in my direction. “No, And you know I would never just let this go.” Kai glared back at the man. “He’s not worth it though!” I exclaimed. “Maybe not but at this point I sincerely don’t care.” No one in the bar moved a muscle. “Kai... Please, I just wanna go home.” I answered back calmly. Kai released the man and slowly walked back towards me. “That’s right, Go back to your little whore.” The man scowled as he picked his drink back up before he could take a sip Kai was back on him, After one swift punch to the face he lifted the glass and bashed it onto the mans nose causing blood to spray everywhere, “Now we can leave.” Kai voiced, Quickly wrapping his arm around me.

“Won’t you get into trouble for doing that?” I asked once we were by my car. “Nah, The bartender said that guy had been harassing woman all night, I just finally did something about it.” Kai shrugged as if it was nothing. I sat down in the drivers seat and turned to Kai. “You know, You scare me sometimes.” I stated with a smirk. Kai’s face instantly became serious.. “Wait, Really?” He began to sit up straight “No goofy, It’s an expression, You don’t actually scare me. Honestly I should be thanking you..” I voiced. Kai shook his head. “You never have to thank me, You know I will always do whatever I want.” He admitted. “This I know.” I laughed. “I’m just scared that one day you’ll get into serious trouble, I mean, You’re old enough to go to jail...” My body trembled at the idea of Kai in prison. Kai took my hand. “I promise, I will always do less than what will cause me legal issues.” He smirked. I forced a smile back. Kai’s phone began ringing wildly, As he took it out of his pocket I could see Harley’s photo. “We should get home.” I announced. “Yeah.” Was all Kai would say before he slid his phone back into his pocket. That’s when my phone began to ring, Before I could pull it out Kai stated “Please ignore it.” and I did. The rest of the car ride was quiet, Which is odd when it comes to Kai.

Once home Harley was waiting by the front door, Kai went straight into his room. “When you called I was driving and Kai passed out in the car.” I lied in hopes of not hurting her feelings. She smiled believing every word I spoke. “No worries, I’m just glad you both got home safe. She stated happily. I nodded as a rush of guilt washed over my body. I hated lying to my friends and I didn't even really understand why I lied, We weren't doing anything wrong. “Yeah, See you tomorrow.” I vocalized. I shrugged off my negative feelings as I assumed that was just from being tired. Harley left me after voicing a quick “Yeah... Ill see you tomorrow.”

Harley walked into Kai’s room feeling her heart grow heavier by the second. “Kai... can we talk?” She began knowing there was no going back after this. “I don’t know Harley.. It’s been a long night and I would really rather go to bed... Can it wait until the morning?” Kai asked trying to be compassionate. “Honestly? No... It can’t wait.” She admitted. “Alright, What’s this about?” Kai patted the spot next to him. Harley ignored his gesture. “It’s about (Y/N)...” She began. “What about her? Is she ok?” Kai scrunched his face completely unaware of where this conversation was about to go. “She’s fine, But you do realize that you’re in love with her, Right?” Harley stated. Kai froze. “I’m not mad.” Harley added calmly. “I... What..? Is this some weird joke?” Kai mumbled. “That’s why I’m breaking up with you. I love you both way to much to get in between you two, And I know that you’ll never be able to love me the way you love her. This is far from some joke.” She forced a smile. “No, Where is this coming from? I do love you.” Kai pleaded. Harley shook her head. “No you don’t Kai, You love the fact that I can distract you from loving her, But we... We both know it’s just a short term distraction.” Her voice began to break as she spoke. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, the way you look at her when she’s not even paying attention to you... You constantly compliment her which don’t get me wrong, I LOVE that, She deserves to feel beautiful... But that’s love and ill never have that with you. I will never regret our relationship, But I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for keeping you from her...” She admitted, Unable to make eye contact with him. A tear finally broke free as she realized how right she was. “You wanna know how I know you love her?” She questioned. Kai shrugged, Unable to find the right words to say. “Because you haven't denied it...” She spoke under her breath in fear that speaking up would cause her tears to escape further. “I do love you though!” Kai grew louder as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true. “I don’t doubt it, But stop fighting me on this. We both know you would be way happier with (Y/N)... So let’s stop pretending that you and I have a future Ok?” She paused. “Maybe sometime in the future we can be friends again, But Kai?” She added. “Yeah? What?” Kai was now staring at his feet. “Don’t come after me, I’ll be fine.” She added quickly before taking off. Kai remained silent as he watched her walk out of his life, He knew deep down that she was right...

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lucy-268 · 4 years

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A (Finally) Quiet Night at Home?

A/N - I received an anonymous request to use a prompt from this list. The prompt is: i hope you step on a lego.There has been a delay since I received the request until now, because I was writing First Day Back and wanted to do something else before I returned to the twins, because of course they are now old enough to play with LEGOs.

This also meets the August 1 prompt of “question” for the Choices August Challenge.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to PB

Warnings: Language

Series/Pairing: Open Heart - Ethan x f!MC (Charley Valentine)

Word count: 1,333

It was a simple question, wasn’t it? He had no idea why that seemed to be the turning point of his day. He thought he'd take his wife to dinner.

“I have an idea, why don’t we go out and get dinner tonight?” Ethan asked. “We can try that new Mexican restaurant in the West End. You’ve been wanting to go there.”

“In what universe is that a good idea?” Charley asked, tipping her head to the side.

Ethan looked around the kitchen. “It doesn’t look like you’ve started dinner yet, so I figured we could go out.”

“It’s a nice restaurant Ethan, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not exactly child-friendly. I’d have to get dressed. I’d have to shower. I haven’t done that for two days. I don’t think we can leave the kids here alone, with two of them being four years old. The other is less than two weeks.” She looked around the kitchen. “I don’t see this babysitter you brought home. And I will tell you right now, unless it’s someone I know very well, I’m not leaving Rachel with a sitter.” Charley jerked her head in the direction of the living room. “The other two? I’m not too concerned who would watch them. In fact, why don’t you go watch them and I’ll think about starting dinner.”

He was about to say something but the look on her face made him rethink that. He heard her muttering something under her breath and he was going to ask her to repeat it, but she had just picked up a chef’s knife and that seemed like a very bad idea. He headed to go find the twins.

“Were you two good for mommy today?” Ethan sat down on the living room floor with the two four-year-olds.

Jessica crawled into his lap and gave him a hug and a kiss. A very sticky hug and kiss. “Jessie-bear, why are you so sticky?”

“Mommy looked for something,” Jonah answered.

“What?” Ethan asked.

Jonah looked up at him. “Mommy looked for something,” he repeated.

“I heard you the first…”

“Then why’d you say ‘what’ if you heard?”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What was she looking for?” Ethan tried again.

“Mac-ron-eee,” Jessica declares.

“Macaroni?” Ethan asked.

Jessica looked at him like he was an idiot and vigorously nodded her head. “Mac-ron-eee.”

Ethan wondered if he should go help his wife. Then he remembered the glare in her eye as she picked up the knife. Maybe keeping the kids away from her was a better idea.

He looked around the living room at the toys and stuffed animals scattered around. “Let’s build something before dinner. Where are your LEGOs?”

The twins looked at each other before Jonah answered. “Mommy tooked-id them.”

Jessica stood up and reached for Ethan’s hand. She helpfully tried to pull him up, so he stood on his own. She led him over to the closet by the front door and waited as he opened it. By now Jonah had joined them and he pointed to a shelf. “There.”

‘There’ was the box that Charley’s brother Devin had given the twins on their fourth birthday last month. The LEGOs had quickly become their favorite toy. Ethan would regularly sit and build things with them after dinner. He wondered why Charley had put them up.

Just thinking about her seemed to bring her to the living room. “I wouldn’t, if I were you. I told them they could have them back when you got home from work tomorrow evening.” He looked over at her, and there was a challenge in her eyes.

He pushed the door closed. “Daddy!” Jessica whined as Jonah pleaded, “Please!”

The look in Charley’s eyes told him he wasn’t a complete idiot. He thought he would try a different question this time. “Have you started actually cooking anything yet?”

“There’s a lasagna in the freezer that Sienna sent over. I thought I’d get that out. I just turned on the oven to preheat.”

“New plan. We’ll save the lasagna for another night. You go check in Rachel and take a bath. I’ll go turn off the oven, then put these two in the tub and once they are in fresh pjs, I’ll order dinner. We can get Kung Pao chicken and beef and peppers from Cheng’s.”

“Don’t forget the spring rolls.” Charley turned to head up the stairs.

Within an hour everyone was bathed and in clean pajamas and Ethan was paying the delivery driver. They had decided to have a picnic on the living room floor.

Soon the remnants of dinner were scattered over the blanket. The twins were arguing about what movie they wanted to watch. Jessica really wanted to see Brave again. Jonah wanted to watch Hercules. Ethan leaned against the sofa and pulled his wife with him. He kissed the top of her head.

“It was a long day today. When you were leaving the kitchen and turned around what I had said was ‘I hope you step on a LEGO.’”

Ethan laughed. That seems relatively harmless.”

“You’ve obviously never stepped on one. I did, several times today.”

“Mommy said ‘fuck,’” Jessica told him.

“No, she sayed, ‘fuck, fuck, fucking Devin.’” Jonah clarified.

Ethan tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. “Is that why they are hidden in the closet?”

“It is not why,” Charley answered. “The LEGOs are in there because Toby came in here and ate one of them. While I was on the phone talking to the vet, they decided since the puppy ate one, maybe Jenner should too. And they fed him one.”

Ethan’s eyes widened, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything before Charley continued.

“The vet said we should bring the dogs in if they haven’t passed the toy in three days or if they get sick before then. That means for the next few days someone has to look through the dog poop and see if the LEGOs return.” She looked at him and he knew he was going to be the primary dog walker until this was resolved.

“After we start the movie, I’ll clean up this mess and talk the dogs for a walk. But first, I need to know why Jessica was so sticky.”

“Do you remember last fall when we drove up to Vermont? Do you recall what we brought back?”

“Judging by the timing, I’m pretty sure Rachel was something that came back with us.”

Charley laughed. “Fair point, but I was talking about the bottle of maple syrup we bought at the sugarhouse when we took a tour. I set it on the counter when I was looking for lunch for the kids and forgot to put it away. It fell and broke and Jessica reached it first and got it on her hands. Which, of course, then went to her mouth. I managed to wipe her hands and face before she got it on her clothes.”

The kids finally agreed to watch Tangled, based on Charley’s input. Ethan was gathering up the remnants of the picnic when Rachel began to cry. “I’ll get her.”

Charley stood. “I’ll get her; you take care of the dogs?”

Ethan was about to insist when she said, “I think she’s hungry and you’d have a difficult time with that.”

Soon, Charley was back on the sofa, snuggling Rachel when the dogs ran into the living room and plopped down next to the kids. Ethan soon came in and said they had partial success. “I found a red LEGO and half of a blue one. Toby just needs to get rid of the other half of the blue.” Ethan sat next to Charley and gathered his wife and new baby to him.

“Do you remember, during my intern year, I had you attached to the fMRI machine and I asked if you wanted kids?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Very much so. And I very glad now that I have them and that you’re their mother.”

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ejzah · 4 years

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A/N: This one is based on another story I wrote where Deeks insisted that he looks younger than everyone. Someone requested a follow up story.

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“So, what’s going on?” Nell asked, as she and Eric joined the four agents, who were huddled around Sam and Deeks’ desks. Kensi was leaning against Deeks’ back, peering over his shoulder.

Several pictures were spread out across Sam’s desk and a few more filled up Deeks’ computer screen.

“We’re deciding which of us has aged the best,” Callen informed her succinctly. “Sam is taking it very seriously.”

“Who do you think looks the youngest, comparatively?” Deeks asked, holding up a group photo of him, Kensi, Sam and Callen.

Nell peered at it, frowning.

“Well if you want to be accurate you really need a picture with all of us,” she said. Kensi handed her another, which was taken during an office party.

“Oh, but in this one is shadowy, so it’s kind of hard to tell.”

“Here, look at this one,” Sam said, turning his screen to them. It showed all of the with their arms around each other after a basket ball game. “Clearly my face hasn’t changed at all. I look exactly the same.”

“This is from like five years ago,” Deeks protested. “But, I would like to point out that I do look just as fresh and dewy as I did when Hetty poached me from LAPD.” He turned his head to the side so they could better compare.

“That’s sweat, Deeks.”

“Oh, now this one was taken after you officially opened the bar,” Kensi said, clearly delighted as she held up the picture and pointed to Deeks. “And who is that sporting some silver in his beard?”

“It was the lighting,” Deeks insisted.

“Yeah, right. You can only blame gray hairs on Monty and lighting for so long.”

“And I noticed someone has a bit of a double chin,” Sam added, glancing up at Callen with a smirk. “Too many free beers at the Squid and Dagger.”

“I wouldn’t be so smug,” Callen said, gesturing between the pictures. “Your head’s nearly doubled in size since that first one was taken.”

“That’s impossible, G.”

“I actually think Nell looks the youngest of us all,” Eric said, Then quickly added, “Not that it would be a bad thing if you didn’t.”

“Suck up,” Kensi muttered as Nell touched his arm and said,

“Oh, Eric, that’s so sweet! I think you look really good too.”

“Where’s your proof?” Deeks crosses his arms, staring unrelentingly back at Eric as he grabbed his tablet and pulled up a picture of just him and Nell. It must have been taken not long after Nell had joined the team since she still had a feathery looking pixie cut.

“Now tell me that Nell doesn’t look just as good as she did then.”

“Mm, but she is the youngest,” Callen pointed out. “It would stand to reason that she would look younger than the rest of us. “To make a truly accurately comparison, we have to look at overall age and rate of aging. In which case, I think I definitely win.”

Sam snorted and actually doubled over in laughter.

“That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, G.”

“That hurts.”

“Obviously we need to ask someone who isn’t personally invested in this,” Kensi said with a sigh, glancing at Deeks. “Although it would be nice if everyone was as complementary as Eric.” Deeks shrugged, not willing to give in. He was enjoying himself way too much.

“Hey, you know if you’d gotten complimented today, you wouldn’t stop talking about it all day,” he pointed out. “Some of us just have better genetics.”

“And some of us are definitely not getting lucky tonight.”

“Ok, getting back on track, who do you suggest we ask?” Callen interrupted before the conversation could get too graphic.

“Hetty,” Nell said obviously. They glanced up at the hanging office, which she had decided to use today and as a group ascended the stairs, each bringing a few pictures to defend their position. It never occurred to any of them that Hetty might wonder why they weren’t working.

“Oh my, what brings you all to my door at the same time?” she asked as they crowded in.

“Um, we were just trying to figure out which of us looks the youngest,” Nell spoke up, trailing of at the end uncertainly. Hetty’s lip twitched, but she gestured for them to come closer.

“Ah, I see. I assume that’s what all the pictures are for.” She took the one from Kensi and nodded, glancing at each of them with a smile. “I see a group of strong people who had grown and matured gracefully over the years.”

“Thanks, I think,” Deeks said, raising an eyebrow.

“But that doesn’t answer our question,” Sam said, crossing his arms. “Deeks claims he looks the youngest because some barista thought he was Kensi’s younger brother.” He shook his head in disgust and Hetty nodded like she was considering his point of view seriously.

“I see your point Mr. Deeks. And you look very fine for a man your age,” she told him. Deeks started to smile, but then narrowed his eyes and repeated,

“A man my age?” Kensi snickered behind him, patting his shoulder.

“It’s me, right?” Callen asked, his wide grin hinting that he was just trying to wind Sam up even more.

“Hetty, you better not say it’s him,” Sam insisted. “Look at this skin. It’s as smooth as when I was 20.”

“Rest assured, I wasn’t planning to,” Hetty said calmly. “I think you all have forgotten another, more qualified candidate.”

“Who?” Kensi asked. “I don’t think Fatima or Devin really count since they haven’t been with us that long.

“And Nate hasn’t been a part of the team for years,” Nell added.

“No, I wasn’t thinking of Fatima, Devin or Nate, although I think Nate has aged very well for a man so tall and nervous.” Deeks suddenly had a sneaking idea who she was talking about as she gave them all a tiny smirk. She turned and picked up a picture frame from her desk and turned it towards them, displaying a photo of her and Granger from the early 80’s.”

“You, Hetty?” Sam asked incredulously. He didn’t even seem to notice that he might have insulted Hetty.

“I haven’t aged a day,” she insisted, lightly fluffing her short brown hair. She sent them a sideways glance and Callen started chuckling softly.

“Well played, Hetty.”

“I’ll accept that,” Deeks said, thoroughly amused.

“You certainly are timeless,” Kensi agreed, while Eric and Nell chimed in with their own words of approval. Sam still looked annoyed, but grudgingly said,

“Fine, but just as long as it’s not these two.” He gestured between Callen and Deeks.

As they filed down the stairs, Kensi asked,

“Where asking someone else, right?”

“Definitely,” Sam said immediately.

“Are you really going to prolong this?” Callen asked.

“I’ve got a point to prove.” Sam crossed his arms, looking obstinate. “And Sam Hanna never backs down from a challenge.”

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #sam hanna #g callen #eric beale #nell jones #hetty lange #ejzah fanfiction

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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remember when devin grayson wrote about green arrow flirting with teenager dick grayson and then bruce and dick have an incestuous relationship............................

Listen, I have no idea what this ask says, I just see a string of random letters followed by dot dot dot.

In completely unrelated matters, the only dynamic between Dick and Ollie I abide by is one where the nicest thing Dick’s ever said to Ollie is something like “hey why does your face look like you killed a squirrel and glued it to your chin, is that what you were going for or do people just not like you and so nobody ever told you til now that that’s what it looks like.”

And even there, that’s still just the best Dick could manage (or was willing to even aim for) after Bruce gave Dick a totally and one hundred percent genuine and sincere Talking To about how he needed to be more polite to Ollie. Cuz the way I envision it, all that’s after Dick initially opened with something like, idk, “hey wanna hear a funny joke, it goes “what do you call a known Errol Flynn fanboy who thinks putting on a domino mask when he fights crime with a bow and arrow like, magically makes his goatee invisible? A dumbass who doesn’t get how secret identities work, that’s what. Get it, its you, you’re the joke.”

LOL for the record, I don’t actually hate Ollie and have no really strong opinions on him one way or another, it usually just depends on how he’s being written in whatever story or issue I’m reading with him. Its just canon that Ollie is like, one of the few people that Dick just openly can not stand, pretty much, with this stretching back far enough that personally, I like to headcanon it goes all the way back to even before Ollie took Roy in and has absolutely nothing to do with Roy whatsoever.

Idk, its just really fucking funny to me to picture that like, for whatever reason, ten year old Dick Grayson decided upon meeting the Justice League that they were all awesome except for Oliver Queen. Dick doesn’t know why, he doesn’t care why, he just knows that like, “I do not care for that Oliver Queen guy, not one bit, and no, I am not open to constructive criticism on this matter, UGH BRUCE STOP TELLING ME I SHOULD AT LEAST TRY AND BE NICER TO HIM, I SAID HE WAS A BUTTFACE AND I MEANT IT, WHERE’S THE CONFUSION.”

Because see, while Ollie is not Actually The Worst, he IS one of the League heroes who is prideful and petty enough to like, absolutely take offense to someone hating his guts for no discernible reason, while considering this more than reason enough to hate their guts right back. Even if that particular someone happens to have both miles and years left to go before they hit either puberty or the top side of five feet tall, and thus in the meanwhile, Ollie must literally lower himself in every sense of the word in order to return fire at his pint-sized and prepubescent critic.

Like, if Dick for whatever reason decided he just doesn’t like Superman or the Flash and he’s not gonna and you can’t make him, then I mean, Clark or Barry or someone else along those lines would just be like, oh, okay, that’s fair I guess. No, its totally fine Bruce, the adorable little human incarnation of glitter, cotton candy and all things Cute and Precious and Wee that you just took in is allowed to hate me if he wants to, its absolutely *wheezing sob* not a big deal. I’m a big boy, I don’t need you to intercede on my behalf with him. Now if anyone needs me, I’ll be wallowing in my room for the next 84 years, trying to figure out if I was some kind of monstrous puppy-kicker in a previous lifetime and that’s why my fate here in this one is to be despised by a ten year old with the superpower of Absolute Preciousness. Its my punishment, clearly, for being just the worst kind of monster to ever exist, the only kind that could actually be hated by someone like your adorable little Fun-Sized sidekick of joy and sunshine and l-l-laughter......no, don’t look at me, I’m hideous! *bursts into tears and scurries away to hide from the light*

But see now, Ollie, on the other hand, like.....he’s not a monster but he’s not about to let even some paragon of preciousness go around painting him as one. Why the fuck does he spend so much money on publicists if he’s just gonna roll over belly-side up the first time one of the people bad-mouthing him just happens to be like, a toddler instead of the usual TMZ?

So Ollie’s not about to admit that he’s actually miffed and even a little bit wounded that this cherub who seems to like even most supervillains more than he likes Ollie, just like, can not seem to be in his presence longer than sixty seconds before drawing his weapons and stabbing Ollie with words that hurt, dammit, because he has feelings too, y’know, he spent a lot of money on pricey therapists figuring out that yes, those are feelings he’s feeling and he can even name some of them.....

Like, he’s not quite on board with actually ACKNOWLEDGING that hey this stings, and that he really just wants to know what the hell this kid’s deal is and why don’t you like me, tiny human, what did I ever even do to you??? But all of that is like......Advanced Level Therapy stuff that he hasn’t quite gotten around to finishing yet at this point in time. Like yeah he’s already dropped a mint on the A-list of the head-shrinking world by now, but apparently he was supposed to keep coming back or something like that, they all keep making a really big deal about that for some reason, and look, he’s been busy. So he really just hasn’t had the time to finish up the course on How To Make Peace With the Fact That Sometimes Tiny Humans Don’t Like Me Even Though I’m A Fucking Delight, Dammit.

But even if the why of this kid getting under his skin so much eludes him for the nonce, Ollie is perfectly clear on one thing: he doesn’t typically go around making enemies of the twelve and under set, but if you prick him, he doth in fact bleed, you little prick. So if this knee-high nightmare is gonna keep coming at me and trying to start shit, then I am more than willing to throw down, is basically Ollie’s take here.

“He wants to dance? Then c’mon, let’s do this thing. We can dance if he wants to. I’ve got the time,” Ollie says to himself and any other nearby Justice Leaguer who might be looking at him with that swiftly-becoming-familiar expression of mingled judgment, pity, exasperation and something a bit more ambiguous but which probably lands somewhere in the ballpark of “We honestly don’t know what to make of all of this but we’re all a little concerned This Is Not A Good Look, Bro. And also, we would like to formally request by way of this petition with all 200+ signatures of Leaguers and auxiliary members and support staff: please don’t escalate this into something where Batman might actually kill you, because that’s definitely not gonna make any of this less awkward for the rest of us, and uh....not to be indelicate here, but all those times we’ve all said things like no Ollie, we don’t think Bruce is a better fighter than you and we absolutely agree with you, you could totally maybe take him in a fair fight if you had your bow and arrows on you and he had the flu probably.....like. Umm. How to put this....Okay, soooooo....here’s the thing. There may, perhaps, ever so slightly be a possibility slash definite hardcore certainty that there were fib-like qualities to those conversations. A little bit. Oh hey, look at the time, we gotta run, there’s a fire somewhere, hopefully. Lol wait whoops did we say hopefully, that’s so weird like where did that even come from. We definitely meant to say probably. There’s a fire somewhere, probably."

But look, at the end of the day, the thing is, Headcanon Ollie is not like, proud of any of this, but he’s not unproud of it either. He is hashtag justified and he wouold appreciate some validation of that Ugly Truth, even if it might go against the grain and not ever exactly be a POPULAR opinion with the “please don’t tell the ten year old that nuh uh, his face looks like a hairy butthole, nobody wins there, that is not the victory you are looking for” crowd.

Honestly though, at this point Ollie’s list of Big Asks is quite small. Miniscule, even. All he wants, all he really really wants, is for someone, anyone, to join him in grasping the one essential corn kernel at the heart of this whole clusterfuck. The thing that nobody but Ollie seems to get and that Ollie’s pretty sure would be enough to allow him to die happily, if he could just manage to find one other person to sign on to the one single extremely obvious observation he keeps trying to point out to everyone, with a whole lot of nada to show for it:

Because see, the one thing about all of this that drives Ollie just absolutely up a wall, is that for some reason he can’t seem to get anyone to understand that like.....this whoooooole ridiculous mess, just like, even in terms of its very existence in the first place?

None of it is Ollie’s fault.

Dick started it!

Mere moments after frustratedly trying to convey this to Dinah for the umpteenth million bajillionth time:

“Okay, could you at least say something?” Ollie asked exasperatedly. “Anything? Seriously, I would take you counting to ten in Cantonese as an acceptable response at this point.”

“I’m just trying to decide which concerns me more,” Dinah said at last. Several epochs and the equivalent of the entire Jurassic Period later. But whatever, its not like Ollie was holding his breath at this point or anything. “The fact that you are genuinely trying to find and occupy the moral high ground in your feud with....a ten year old. Or that you actually think you’ve found it. That this is it, this is what that looks like. ‘The ten year old started it.’”

That was apparently all Dinah had to say. She fell silent again, and said silence lingered through a recreation of now the entire Cretaceous Period, before continuing into a revival of the whole Paleozoic Era from start to torturous finish.

“Well?” Ollie said with a patience that belied the urgency of the many pressing matters he had to attend to. Like the vanquishing of a ten year old archnemesis most foul.

Dinah just continued to frown pensively.

“Hang on, I’m still deciding.”

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anchorsnook · 4 years

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Commander Fox needs some love

Fox walked down the hall, trying to find the new office. He shifted the large packet of hard drives to his other hand. Why did they suddenly decide all sensitive reports needed to be turned in manually? His eyes lighted on a sign on one of the office doors. There it is, finally. He shouldered the door open and walked into the office. A human woman sat behind a desk in front of him. Her hair was put up into a bun, and frizzes were starting to streak out from it. She frowned at the monitor in front of her. Fox dropped the small packet of hard drives on her desk.

She jumped back with an “EEp!”

She looked up at him. Her mouth slowly opened, then shut. Fox didn’t have time for this, “Here are the reports.”

He spun around and walked out of the room.

Silv drank deeply from her coffee cup. She felt life flow into her as the liquid ran down her throat. It had been a solid four weeks since she had accepted the job as a secretary for the Republic. It took her three days to sign all the paperwork for confidentiality and “Don’t tell anyone” files. By now, she figured out why the last secretary had left the position. There was too much to do. The Republic demanded not only she sort the files, hard drives, and emails for all the staff, clones, and commanders, they also wanted her to file all sensitive reports herself, with no outside help. Trying to even understand the storage room, let alone file all those reports in a timely manner, was difficult.

Her supervisor barely gave her a tour before throwing her into the den of wolves. Everywhere she turned, each person was chewing her out for not being fast enough. She smiled wryly, probably the most interesting and well, nice conversation she had was with one of the clones. That was one part of her job she was nervous about. She had heard some horrible things about the clones. How they were simply war machines, built with a thirst for blood. That they would kill you at any opportunity. She knew these rumors weren’t reliable, but after years of circulating rumors, it was hard to keep scepticism out. It didn’t help that with their armor and helmet, they were down right intimidating. It started her when one of them had quietly slipped into the room, and slammed reports down on her desk. That was the first time she thought she had actually heard a clone speak. He had come in three more times. He was very prompt, coming at the same time, the same day of the week. He usually only dropped the drives and walked off. Once, he had given her a grunt of acknowledgement.

The very last time he had come in had shifted her vision of him. She was just into a new cup of coffee when he came in. He had dropped the hard drives like always, but then lingered. She saw his armor was more scruffed up and dirty, and compared to the sharpness in his step the last couple of times, he seemed almost to drag his feet on the way in. She saw his chest plate expand as he breathed in deeply as he had stood there. His head tilted slightly, and she almost would swear that she could see a longing desire in his visor. His shoulders jerked back up and he had marched quickly out of the room.

Humanity. That is what she saw in that moment. Not a war machine, not even a soldier, just a person who was worn down to the bare threads. She shook her head and smiled, this time she would be ready. She poured another cup of coffee into a to-go-mug.

~~~

Fox walked down the now familiar hall. It had been a strange week. Sometimes, his duty and job was too strenuous for him. This week he was being tugged on by both the Jedi Council, the Senate, and the Chancellor. A bombing at the Jedi temple had struck up “peaceful protests” that always turned sour. On top of crowd control, which last time Fox checked, was NOT in his job description, he had the task of holding one of the Jedi padawans who had murdered a key witness. Of course, her master had threatened him, and of course, the padawan escaped, killing a few of his men. All in all, a REALLY long week.

He walked through the door. The secretary was talking to one of the non-clone military personnel. The military man snapped, “I expected those files an hour ago. Where are they?!”

She sighed, “And you will get them when I can properly file them. However, I received them later than the others, so you will get them later than the others.”

The military man’s face flushed, “How dare- those are due next week. And I NEED at least a WEEK TO EDIT IT. Do you not understand that?? Or are you just slow?”

The secretary barely flinched. Fox set the hard drives down, he had had enough of that sort of thing this last week. He turned quickly around to escape back to the barracks. The secretary whispered calmly, “Sir, I need time to complete it. But when it's done-”

She turned to see Fox walking away. A desperate plea escaped her, “Soldier Wait!”

Fox stopped abruptly, and turned slowly. Her forehead creased, “I’m sure you had a lot, but I have something for-”

“DON’T IGNORE ME!” the military man spat.

She shifted towards him. She shifted, “I was not ignoring you. Now is there anything else? I need to attend to this matter and then get straight to your report.”

The military man’s nose flared, “Fine Civi. Just be quick about it.”

He stormed off. Fox saw the secretary’s lower lip quiver. She closed her eyes. Breathed deeply, and turned to him. She smiled softly, “Thank you for waiting. I’m sure you have a lot of pressing matters.”

Fox stood silently. She gulped, “Right. I’ll get right to it.”

She turned and grabbed two cups of coffee. She set one cup on the table, and offered the other one to him. He didn’t move. The steam wafed up into his helmet. Last week he had come in when she had made a hot cup, and it had smelled devine. Fox had only had coffee once before, and had been in heaven for a split second. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paid, and coffee didn’t really come in the job perks. He would sometimes grab a cup from the office lounges, but the other staff around Coruscant weren’t really open for a clone to use their space. She nodded to the cup, and moved it closer to him, “Please. I had an extra.”

He cautiously took it. She smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck, “I really need a pick me up on days like today.”

Blood rushed to her cheeks as he stood there silently. She stammered, “I mean. It's fine if you don’t- I don’t know if you even like- maybe you don’t need to drink anything-it’s not like I was trying t- ” he babbling quickly died off. She looked to the ground and slowly sunk into her chair, “I’m sorry to use your time. That was all.”

Fox stared. He had never received such a gift. It was obviously out of her way to make another cup, and to stop him while someone was railing on her just to give it to him. Her figure was slumped at her desk. He smiled behind his bucket. He turned around. At the door he paused, looking over his shoulder he said, “Thank you.”

~~~

The next week Fox almost started jogging down to the office. The case of the padawan had gotten even more confusing, and had eventually resolved itself. But he was excited for the coffee. One sip of it last week, and he was in heaven. It was better than he remembered, better than the coffee he grabbed from the lounges. He almost considered that she put some sort of addictive drug into it. He wanted another. Swinging into the office, he quickly walked up to the desk and set the hard drives down. The secretary smiled, “Thank you.”

He looked around. No coffee. He slowly scanned the room, nothing. His heart fell. Why was there no coffee? The secretary took a second glance up, “Yes?”

He cleared his throat, “Um. Nothing.”

He started to walk slowly out of the room. He paused at the door. Would it be rude to ask? He shook his head, more like, could he make it a week without some? Slowly turning around, he spoke, “Um, actually.”

The secretary looked up, slightly startled that he wasn’t gone already. He sighed, “Do you have any more of that coffee?”

A smile slowly crept across her face, “Sooo, you liked it?”

Fox cleared his throat, “It's fine. I-”

The secretary jumped up, “NO!”

She cleared her throat, “No. It's fine. It's right in the back. Can you wait 5 minutes?”

Fox nodded once. She quickly slipped out of the room. He stood near the door. He looked around the office. It was pretty tidy, and pretty sparse. There were a couple of chairs on one side, and a window in the back. A row of bookshelves lined one of the walls. Her desk was not as tidy. Piles of hard drives, files, and screens were sloppily placed everywhere. There were even stacks on the floor near her desk. She came back in and sat down, “It is on its way.”

He nodded. She turned back to her computer screen. Her mouth started moving as she read. One of his fingers tapped lightly against his thigh. She glanced back up at him. She smiled, “Would you like to sit down?”

He looked at the chairs. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Could he really wait 5 minutes? Just then, the smell of coffee wafed into his nose. He sat down. It was worth it. She smiled, “My name is Silv by the way.”

He nodded, “Commander Fox.”

He took off his helmet and set it gently on his knee. She stared. Her eyes examined the contours of his face. He looked up and met her gaze firmly. She flushed, “I’m so sorry. I just….”

She looked down, “I’ve just. Never seen a clone before.”

Fox raised an eyebrow at her. Her face became even more red, she opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. A ding from the other room alerted them. She quickly ran to the next room. A few minutes later, she came back out with a steaming mug. She smiled, “Sorry it took a while.”

He took the coffee, inhaled deeply, and took a sip. The warm roasted flavor tickled his tongue. He felt the warmth run down his throat all the way to his belly. He chuckled. Looking up, he saw Silv trying to hide a smile. He cleared his throat, “Thank you. I will be on my way.”

He put his bucket on and walked out of the room. From then on, Silv always had coffee ready to go for him. At first, he simply took it, thanked her, and left. After a while, he started picking up conversations with her. Five minutes here, five minutes there. Longer weeks made him look forward to the office run even more. Once, he had come in, talked with her, left, and when he got back to his office, saw the hard drives, still on the desk where he had left them. The peaceful protesting, however, got worse.

A citizen slammed into his shield, screaming profanities and death wishes towards him and his men. The citizen’s voice rose with the crowd. Fox gritted his teeth. This one was bad. The crowd was writhing over a new decision the Senate had made. Fox had strict orders not to hurt anyone. He grunted as another citizen slammed into his shield, trying to break through his trooper’s defense line. How was he supposed to keep the crowd back without using force? He knew how of course. If it got bad enough, him and his men would become living shields. One of his men, Sharp, got punched in the face. Sharp reeled back, but held his ground. A few more got through. Suddenly the line broke. The crowd surged forward, a writhing, seething mass of hate. The police behind them screamed on their whistles, trying to arrest anyone who broke through. But there were too many. Three citizens pushed him back into a street sign. He stumbled back and his head cracked against the metal pole. Spots flickered in his vision. He looked around, trying to find his men through the three who were now screaming in his face. Across the street, his eyes lighted on a hurried figure. Silv. She was trying to fight through the crowd. What was she doing here? She tugged on her skirt to get past another raging person shoving a sign in her face. She glanced over, and her blue eyes met his. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her face went pale as she saw him. His armor splattered in mud and the different rotting things that the protestors brought with them. The protester in his face spat, “WE DON’T WANT YOUR WAR HERE CLONE!”

Fox growled, trying to contain the anger zipping through his body. Didn't they know? It wasn’t the clones fault they were here. They were simply bred to fight a war that wasn’t theirs to fight. But no, these people didn’t know. Fox realized they simply needed a person to blame. One protester elbowed his helmet at his jawline. Fox grunted, but continued commanding orders to his men, trying to help order the crowd. One of the three walked away, and grabbed one of the signs thrown to the ground by another protester. The man stalked angrily towards him. He swung the sign, smashing it against Fox’s ribs. Fox gasped and clutched his side. The protester screamed, “HOW'D YOU LIKE THAT WARMONGER??”

He lifted the sign back and slammed it across Fox’s head. Fox’s head wrenched to the side and he fell to his knees. His head started to spin. Black spots flashed across his vision. A few kicks came raining down as he clutched one hand to his head. “Use no force. Use no force!” he chanted. Both to himself and to his men.

Fox looked up. His men were being beaten. Angry citizens ran rampant around, pushing, shoving, and attacking his men. Bile rose in his throat. How could they put his men through this? The protesters were almost to the doors of the Senate entrance. Fox shook his head. He had a duty to fulfill. He had to secure that door. Those protesters couldn’t get inside the building. He started to crawl up the stairs. Another protester slammed a sign on his back. His knees and arms gave out. His body cracked against the stairs. Sharp heat flashed from his cheek, rib, and thigh as the force of hitting the stairs cracked his armor. Grunting with pain, he continued his climb. A kick to the shoulder ripped his shoulder pad off. Fox roared as the strap caught his shoulder and jerked it out of its socket. Clenching his jaw, he stumbled to the door. Turning around, he gripped the sides of the doors. He lifted his head to face the screaming mob.

Their faces were blotched red in rage, the mob climbed the steps towards him. His men were now focusing their attention on evacuating the wounded. The police were in the fray too, but had no luck controlling the crowd. He clenched his jaw. It was up to him. The crowd swayed. His legs trembled with the effort to keep himself upright. His shoulder throbbed. A trickle of blood ran down his forehead and face underneath his helmet. A protester walked up to him, his fists balled up. Fox took in a shuttered breath. Use. No. Force.

The protester brought his fist back. Brown hair and a slender figure moved over his vision. She lifted her hand above her head to ward off a blow. Fox’s heart jumped. Silv! The fist of the protestor slammed into her forearm. She yelped in pain and was pushed back against Fox. He whispered, “Silv! What are you-”

She glanced at him. There was a fierce determination in her eyes. A fire Fox had never truly seen before. She turned to the protester. Fox wanted to scream, to get her out of harm's way. She had no training, no armor. This wasn’t her fight. Fox was stationed at Corusaunt to protect people like her. The protester landed another blow. Silv screamed in pain and fell to her knees. Fox roared. She glared silently up at the protester. He slammed another blow down on her without a thought. Silv dropped to the ground. Fox whimpered. He stepped closer to the protester and shoved him back. The protester took a couple backsteps. Another protester came from the side and slammed his fist up under Fox’s jaw. Fox’s head whipped back, his helmet shoved off. It hit the pavement, bounced, and slowly rolled down the stairs.

Fox saw the crowd pushing further forward. He knew he couldn’t hold this for very long. He put one foot over Silv’s limp body. He snarled challengingly at the crowd. Balling up his fists, he waited for the protester to step forward. The crowd swayed in hesitation. The thunder of helicopters flew overhead with fresh reinforcements. The crowd stopped as dozens of police and troopers came swarming in from the alleys and swinging from the helicopters. A wave of realization swept over the crowd, and they jumped into a frenzy, running in panic away from the scene. More helicopters zoomed in with the media sites, not wanting to miss the action.

Footsteps thudded all around him. A straggler raced clumsily by. He clipped the back of Silv’s head and tripped down the stairs. Fox’s face fell in fear. Was she ok? He flipped around to her head and felt her pulse. It was barely there. More people came streaming over the steps. The first few started tripping over her legs. One stepped on her arm without noticing. Fox desperately curled her further into a ball. He placed one hand on the other side of her limp body, and crouched gently over her. He lowered his head down close to hers as the mob raced through. He felt the bumps, kicks, and feet of those trampling past. Fox screamed, desperate to keep her safe. Fear streaked across his face. The crowd could do their worst to him. They could mock him, hate him, beat him daily. He looked down at Silv’s relaxed face. But how could they do something to her? A small light of hope, who knew nothing of war. She was the only innocent in all this.

He crouched there for a long time. His body tensed for any other attacks. Soon, the blows slowed. After ages, he felt the silent whisper of wind, and then nothing. He looked up, blood and tears slipping down his face. He was alone with Silv on the steps to the Senate house. Wind rustled the loose protest flyers. Police and troopers scattered across the yard, finally getting the crowd under control. Ambulances were taking the wounded, and the Media circled the yard. The worst was over.

Fox limped through the hospital. Where was she? A nurse was running behind him, “Sir. Sir! You have to sign in to see a patient.”

Fox ignored her. He rushed through the hall as fast as his bruised body could take him. The bacta was taking effect, but not fast enough. Fox glanced up at one of the TV screens in the hall. Silv’s face stared back. He froze. The nurse behind him slammed into him. He barely noticed. Silv’s face was bruised badly. One side of her jaw was swollen, and she had a black eye. Her hair was frazzled, and she was sitting in a hospital bed. The sign behind her showed the room L3D. The headline said, “REPUBLIC’S SECRETARY BEATEN IN “PEACEFUL” PROTEST.”

Silv was speaking right into the camera, “How DARE you call yourself citizens. When you mercilessly beat on those who are just like you.”

The screen showed a shot of the protestors racing around the Senate stairs. In the middle was a limp figure of Silv. An armored soldier was hunched over her. His face was smeared with blood. Desperation in his face. Fox realized, that was him.

Silv’s voice continued as the picture stood, mocking it’s viewers, “You say you hate war, but you attack those trying to protect you.”

Another picture of the wreckage and havoc showed on the screen, and finally, Silv’s bruised and battered face came into view, “How dare you call yourselves ‘peacekeepers’ when you hurt those who have nothing against you. Who cannot defend the hate you spit on them.”

Fox ran. He swept through the building. First, floor L, then wing 3. Up ahead he saw a room swarmed with reporters. Two nurses were trying to get in and push the reporters out, but to no avail. Fox straightened. He put his bucket on and walked sternly towards the reports. He snapped, “Official Senate business. Please leave the area.”

The reporters jumped at the sound of his voice. As they looked over and saw him, they parted like water. Fox walked into the room and focused on the rolling camera, “Shut that down. OUT. All of you.”

The reporters quickly scrambled out and down the hall. He motioned for the nurses to come in. Silv flustered, “What was that for? The public needs to know how horrible they-”

Fox smiled. He had to replace his stained armor, and hadn’t had the chance to paint his new one. He took off his helmet. She stopped. Tears swelled into her eyes, “OH Fox!”

He smiled and sat beside her. She sniffed, “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Fox nodded, “I’m fine.”

He looked at the nurses, “Is she alright.”

Silv answered, “I’m alright.”

The nurse sighed, “She is a bit battered. A minor concussion. But nothing else.”

Fox released his breath. He turned back to Silv and started, “What were you-?”

Silv spoke sternly, “It was the right thing to do. I’ve seen the reports. Those riots have been getting worse. Something drastic needed to happen. They can’t just beat on you! You should have the right to defend yourself. I don’t see how the council can- are you crying?”

A single tear slid down his cheek. Silv’s determination flipped into concern. He quickly wiped it away. Just having that support. Any support from outside his brothers, was a strange new thing. They were expendable. Fox knew that. He had heard this brother's stories about the Jedi. Those that always had their back, knew their names. Fox had never really seen that for himself. But now he saw, in this one woman, hope for the galaxy. That someday the world would be better, and he smiled.

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wwwafflewrites · 4 years

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A Rewrite of History

Chapter 4—Dead in the Water (Part 2)

You tapped your pen on your lap.

Things were looking pretty bleak. You had an hour before the Winchesters tried to talk with Bill. And you knew it was going to be exactly like your dream had played out.

Was there any reason to stop it? The Winchesters knew you were here already, so what difference did it make?

Bill was going to say that you were there, in his home. And if everything hadn’t broken apart already, it would then. Any part of the Winchesters that still believed you could be innocent would be gone—brushed away by the stacking evidence of your guilt. Your shot would be missed.

Especially if you let Bill Carlton die.

You sat in your car for the longest time. Just staring at your sad little list.

A. Destroy the dam.

B. Save Will from drowning in his sink.

C. Stop Lucas from touching the lake.

D. Salt the lake?

You hadn’t even put Bill the list. Probably because you had just assumed Will would have been the domino to keep him from killing himself.

In all honesty, the possibility of you failing to save him hadn’t crossed your mind.

Everything you did, it felt like a higher power was deciding otherwise. Or maybe the bastards just wanted to mess with you. Because once again, the Winchesters now had pretty good evidence that you were behind all of this. Why wouldn’t they think that?

Dipping your head, you scrawled another bullet:

E. Save Bill Carlton

///

When you made it to the Carltons', the police were gone, and the Winchesters had left. You could see Bill sulking on the dock.

You made your way up to him, not sure what to say. So you said nothing, even when he saw you come up. You gave him a good ten feet of space and sat down on the dock, staring at the water. You thought, maybe, some silence would be a good way to start this conversation.

Then, you started small. "I can't imagine," you said softly. "What it is like to lose your children."

"Then why are you even here?" His voice was raspy from crying. Desperate to be alone.

"Because I know what it's like to be without your family. I know what that's like, Bill." When he said nothing, you sighed. "And I know what you're going to do today. And I want to help you get through it. I want to keep you from making this mistake."

"There's no point anymore. My world is gone," he said. "They've taken everything from me."

Your shoulders sank. Didn't that sound familiar. "Please. Please, just let me help you."

"You can't."

Here come the tears. Frick. You couldn't help it. Even in front of this grieving man, you began to cry. At first, you tried to control it, but soon your breaths were shallow and your shoulders shook with ugly sobs.

It was a delayed breakdown—one you should have had the first day you showed up in this godforsaken universe. But it hadn't happened until now. Because you were always either in the midst of danger, where you were forced to keep your emotions in check, or you were exhausted from a day of running around.

"Please," you managed to hiccup. "I just need one—one win today. Let me help you."

You can feel his stare at the back of your head. "Why would you even want to," he said. "You… you hardly even met us yesterday."

Embarrassed, you composed yourself. He was supposed to be the emotional one. It was just… shit. "There—" you paused l, cringing at the crack in your voice. "There's um… there's a saying." Your tears were working against you, and you blinked to contain them. "It’s 'Always Keep Fighting'."

Bill was quiet.

"And… I've been trying. I have. It's so hard to keep fighting through this… this mess that I'm in. And I'm struggling. I keep thinking, what the hell is the point of running in circles like this? It will never work out. Everything is already gone. What the hell am I even still doing this for?" You took a breath. "If you had asked me yesterday, I would have told you I don't know. But I think I've figured it out now."

"And what is it?" he asked.

"Saving people," you said. "I was… hopeful before. Thinking maybe I could… maybe I could actually do this. But after…" you trail off.

"After..?" he questioned. Then, he realized. "After Will?" he murmured.

You nodded your head. "I failed Will," you admitted. "I had this… whole plan in my head. But I really hadn't considered failing." You closed your eyes. "I am… so sorry about your son. It's my fault. It's all my fault."

There was nothing for a while—just the hum of the breeze in your ears.

"It isn't your fault."

You looked at him, taken aback. Your lips part for a moment, not sure how to digest that yet. "I…" You weren’t sure if you should share that you know about his past. You did anyway. "I know about what happened. Um... years ago, I mean. When you were a kid. With Peter." Before he could say anything, you cut him off. "But I still want to help. I still want to keep you from doing this."

"Why?"

You finally turn to him fully. His expression is a mixture of emotions. "You… you made a mistake."

"I still killed him."

"You were a kid. You didn't know better."

"He's just going to keep taking everyone I love."

"Not if I can do this right."

He sent you a sad, questioning look.

"Peter's ghost is tied to this lake. It can get into the pipes in this town, but that's its limit. Theoretically, if you left, he wouldn't be able to reach you or the sheriff. The lake won't be here in a matter of six months. It shouldn't bother you ever again." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I… I can't bring back your kids, but I could keep it away from you for good. You could rebuild."

He looked to be contemplating, still torn on whether he should just get on that boat. "I don't know," he said. He looked so hopeless. "It will still be out there, waiting for me to come by again. I've already lost everything. You can't ask me to do it again."

"Actually... I might have an idea how to solve that," you said. "Any chance you have a computer?"

///

It was the first time you'd seen Bill actually look a little alive. Maybe some company was helping. Maybe it was the thought of saving the sheriff's family from going through what he had gone through. Regardless, he was actually pitching in a little.

You’re scrolling through news articles on the dam. "So, they've relocated all the fish to drain it. And…" you freeze, clicking on a link in excitement. "No way."

"What is it?"

"They're going to purify the lake. The town isn't so keen on using the water that three people have died in. So they're going to filter the whole thing when it drains. Do you know what this means?" You look up, a smile lighting up your face. "It means no more ghosts in the water."

"It will be gone? For good?"

"No ghost can get past salt. I should get trapped in the dam. And I have an idea for that, too."

"What?"

"When the sucker is done draining, I'm going to blast the dam down. Or… someone who's better at covering their tracks will do it for me." You wrote your notes down, nodding to yourself. "Bill, I need you to do something for me. I need you to tell those… agents you saw the other day that you came up with this plan. Don't tell them it was from me. If they ask, you came up with it.”

“They’ll buy that?”

“If it goes how I think it will, they'll gladly go along with the plan. Can you do that?"

Bill still looked pretty beaten down. This certainly wasn't going to bring back his family, but you could tell he was fighting now. "I can do that."

You ripped out a new sheet of paper and handed it to Bill. "You think you can write these down in your own handwriting? I don't need anything hinting that it was me."

Bill watched you. "Are you running from these guys or something?"

"Or something. We don't exactly get along."

"I don't see why not. You seem to have the same goals."

You laughed a little at that. "Yeah, well… we had a misunderstanding. And right now, they don't like me so much. It would… make my life easier if you didn't give me the credit on this one."

///

You knew the Winchesters were going to show up soon.

Instead of finding Bill on the boat, they were going to find him with a plan. You just hoped that Bill would pull off the whole 'look'. As in, like he'd rather ‘take action’, than mope around his house like he had been before.

It wasn’t probable that the Winchesters would fall for that bit... they'd probably be suspicious, but it was the best you had. If they could blow the dam up once the lake had drained six months later, which was already damaged, then the ghost would be gone. It would be thoroughly salted and burned.

You asked Bill to leave town for that time. In fact, you suggested he check out the Roadhouse in Nebraska. Sure, it was a while from Wisconsin, but it might take his mind off his kids and set him in a place that could relate to people. The Roadhouse certainly had a lot of old stories to share.

You weren't asking Bill to become a hunter. No way. If it came around to that, that was his choice, and his way of coping. You’d respect that.

Simply, you thought that he might find comfort in an environment he would empathize with. Besides, the Roadhouse wasn't a hunter-only bar. It was just... hunter-popular. Normal people went there all the time.

Tonight, you knew Andrea was going to almost-drown in the bathtub.

You thought for a minute, though. When Bill died, the Winchesters had gone to speak with the sheriff, Jake Devins, who kicked them out of town. Then Lucas tugged on Dean's arm, alerting him to come back…

But since Bill didn't die… did that mean that hadn’t happened? Would you need to save her yourself because the Winchesters wouldn't know about it?

Crap.

There were two ways this could go down. One, they didn't know, you showed up, and you might not be strong enough to save her. Two, they did show up and save her, but you're in deep crap… because Winchesters.

Double crap.

///

You showed up at their place way too early, hidden in the trees. The bicycle was probably beneath your feet.

You sat on a nearby log, positioning yourself to hide from the main view of the road, but with enough of a window between the trees to watch the house and its pattern of lights.

You noted where Lucas's bedroom was, and where the hallway to the bathroom was, and then where Andrea's bedroom was. You didn't have a terrible view. You could see the bathroom's hallways pretty well from there.

Then, after a few hours passed, the lights shifted. She was going to take a bath. You sat up, watching and waiting. Should I go? I should just go, right? You struggled to decide, standing and hesitating to walk forward.

Before you grew enough courage to move, though, deus ex machina—the Impala—drove up.

You sat down, crouching behind the trees to hide yourself better. You watched it unfold from the shadows.

If you had gone out there just a minute before, they would have seen you.

Frick, were you nervous. You needed to calm the hell down. They were going to save Andrea now—there was nothing to get worked up about.

Still, you felt your anxiety heightening, so you brought out a granola bar to munch on, and tried to let your mind wander elsewhere.

First of all, they did end up seeing Lucas again. Which meant that they did go to see the sheriff, who didn't kick them out of town. Which meant they probably went to discuss the dam after getting Bill's note. Which, you supposed was good.

That meant they'd taken the note seriously, at least. It meant it was a decent plan in their eyes. So that was hopeful.

You could breathe again once you saw Andrea, very naked and very afraid, but alive.

Your heart began to calm, and you were able to get more comfortable against the log. Your vision began to blur, staring at the warm yellows and the calm manners of the Winchester brothers trying to console Andrea.

It was enough to lull you to sleep.

You saw a figure in the distance. A trenchcoat that swayed in the calmest of breezes.

You feel dizzy and out of it when you stand, pushing through the trees to reach the figure. “Castiel?” you ask. It becomes harder to stand, harder to focus on keeping balance. Your feet feel like lead. “Cas? Cas, help me.”

“I’ve been getting your prayers.” He turns, peering down. He reaches out, steadying you. “Things are going to get more difficult. I need you to understand this.”

But you don’t understand. “Why?” you ask dumbly.

“Your car will hold the necessities for your next trip. I can’t explain it to you. There isn’t enough time. It is difficult enough to contact you as it is,” he looks up, into the distance with alarm. “You need to wake up.”

Sunshine seeped into the world, and you blinked at the blinding nature surrounding you. Everything was so bright. “Cas?” you ask, desperate and terrified. “Cas, I don’t under—”

“Wake up.”

You do. Abruptly. It takes a second to catch up with your surroundings. It’s morning and your back feels like a slate of concrete. You choke on a small sob as you sit up, hand immediately reaching for your back.

You see the Winchesters talking with Andrea, and then Lucas looks in your direction.

Where the bike is.

Oh shit. You scramble and run deeper in the wooded area,where they won’t see you. You have to throw a hand over your mouth to conceal your heavy breathing. You watch the confrontation between the sheriff and the Winchesters, your heart half beating out of your chest.

From the corner of your eye, you see Lucas’s figure nearing the lake, and you don’t even hesitate to sprint past the Winchesters.

You had to choose what was more important to you. It wasn’t even a competition. You couldn’t go through what you went through with Will. Not again.

So you straight up tackled the kid on the dock.

You were panting and tense with adrenaline, Lucas pinned beneath you to keep him from reaching out for Peter’s ghost.

Everything seemed alright for a moment. Despite the Winchesters racing at you and Lucas, nothing moved.

Then the dock creaked.

Your eyes widened and with freak strength, you tossed the kid at Sam Winchester, who barely managed to catch him against his chest.

Nothing moved. Not you, not the Winchesters, not Lucas, not the sheriff, not even the ghost.

“I just tossed a kid,” you said, hysteria breaking into your voice. “I just tossed a…” You shook your head, then looked back up at the stupefied Winchesters. “Keep him out of the water. Um… I’m gonna leave now.” Breathless, you made an escape on the motor boat.

The Winchesters finally came alive. “Wait!” Dean shouts, running up to the dock, but it’s too late. “Sam, she just... what the hell?”

You were far away by then.

///

You got to your car later, which, thankfully, the Winchesters weren’t tracking yet. It offered you a place of refuge and slight comfort.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the bag sitting in your passenger seat. It was so conspicuous that they might as well have placed it on the roof of the car. “Do you want me getting robbed?” you muttered.

So... your dream had been somewhat real. Castiel really had visited you. But what were his intentions? It was only Season 1, after all. You couldn’t be sure that Castiel was on your side.

If it was Season 4 on, you could probably judge where his loyalties lied, but so early, you couldn’t be sure. You’d just have to be careful, it seemed.

You unlocked the car and pulled the bag to you. Several things shifted in the bag. First, you grabbed the money. It had a note on it, reading,

For the flight.

Well, that actually helped a lot. Plane tickets were expensive.

Curiously, you fumbled with the box inside. What else is in here? You pulled it out, staring at the box, dumb-stricken.

“What the hell, Cas?”

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notalwaysthevillian · 4 years

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A Different Side of Hogwarts

Warnings: Deceit, manipulative family members, crying, panic attacks

Word Count: ~2k

Pairings: Platonic LAMP at the moment

Masterlist

Chapter 23 | Chapter 25

Chapter 24

After the fiasco that was Patton’s Christmas gift, the four boys started to hang out once more. Roman did still hang out with the boys from his house, but now he’d let them know first.

One snowy day, the four of them were hanging out in the library. Patton was watching the flurries go by outside the window, while Virgil sat curled up next to him, doing his best to nap. Logan was reading a book about spells on the nearby bench, telling Roman about some of the spells he might enjoy, as well as some of the sillier ones.

“There you are.”

Virgil snapped awake in an instant, eyes landing on his least favorite brother. Patton could feel Virgil trembling ever so slightly and shifted to hide him a little better.

“Is there a reason you’re bothering us, Devin?” Logan asked, a bored look on his face. “Calypso can see us, so anything you try to pull will be nixed immediately.”

Devin threw a scowl Logan’s way. “If I really wanted to do anything, I know how to distract teachers. And I’m not here for any of you. I’m here to deliver a message to Virgil.”

“Fro-from who?” Virgil cursed his voice for shaking.

“From Nana.” Devin said sweetly, his smile growing when Virgil froze in place. “She noticed that you hadn’t hung up her Christmas gift yet. After all, it took a lot of time and money to get her portrait done.”

“I -”

“Better do it soon, before she comes for a visit.”

With his message delivered, Devin turned and left the library.

Logan moved to kneel in front of Virgil, taking note of his accelerated breathing. “Virge, squeeze my hands if you can hear me.”

There was a tight squeeze on Logan’s hands, even though Virgil’s eyes were slightly unfocused.

“Okay, I’m going to tap a rhythm on your wrists. Try your best to breathe with it, okay?”

Logan started tapping a 4-7-8 rhythm. It took a few minutes, but Virgil started calming down. The others could see his eyes refocusing, filling with tears. He threw himself into Patton’s arms, soaking his robes in an instant.

“It’s okay.” Patton said, rubbing Virgil’s back in small circles. “We’re here, V. We’ve got you.”

Roman hovered off to the side, unsure of what to do. “Should I get his brother?”

“No!” Virgil cried out, loud enough to attract the attention of Calypso.

She looked up from the desk with an irritated look before she realized what was going on. With a flick of her wand, a small paper airplane landed on Logan’s shoulder.

Do you need help?

Logan looked back and shook his head, grateful that the teachers were respectful of Virgil’s anxiety issues.

“Virge, I didn’t mean - I meant Preston, not that snake-faced liar.” Roman explained, anger building inside of him. He wanted Devin to pay for making Virgil cry. “I can get him, but only if you want me to.”

“No.” Virgil choked out, much calmer now that he knew what Roman meant. “He - he doesn’t need to be here. He’ll just worry.”

“He’s your brother, that’s how they’re supposed to act.” Logan backed away slightly from the Hufflepuffs. Virgil needed some space to breathe. “Remy might be annoying, but if he was upset I’d want to know.”

“I doubt he’d know what to do either.”

Logan’s mind whirred as he thought back to what Devin had said. The other three looked up when Logan face-palmed. “I’m such an idiot. Virgil, your grandmother gave you a portrait of herself. I’m assuming she means to keep an eye on you through it?”

Tears burned in Virgil’s eyes again, but he nodded. “If she finds out I’m still friends with you guys...she’ll disown my dad. He only got his job at the ministry because of her and I’m scared that she might do something to get him fired.”

“That witch.” Three heads whipped toward Patton, shocked to see how mad he was. “I can’t believe that she’d be so manipulative. You’re supposed to love your family, not...UGH!”

“Shh!”

“Perhaps we should move this to one of our rooms?” Logan asked, giving Calypso an apologetic look. “Probably not your room, though I don’t know how much the portrait can hear if it’s not hung up.”

Roman let out a sigh. “We can go to my room. The other guys won’t be there anyway, they’re taking extra flying lessons so they have a better chance at being on the team next year.”

The four of them left the library and headed up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. Virgil clung to Patton the entire time, jumping at the slightest noises.

It hurt Patton’s heart to see his best friend like this. How could a family member be so awful? Sure, sometimes he fought with his sisters, but they apologized and made up fairly quickly.

The Fat Lady looked at them as they walked up, her face morphing into a motherly look as she laid her eyes on Virgil. “Are you alright, young man?”

He nodded, staring at the floor.

“We’re working on it.” Roman told her. “Skiving Snackbox.”

The portrait swung open, revealing the common room.

Patton didn’t seem fazed as they climbed through, but Virgil and Logan were taking it all in. Neither of them had been here before.

A roaring fire warmed the room, as well as adding some light. Two armchairs and a large couch made that section of the room one for studying or sleeping. Logan rolled his eyes as he noticed his brother lying across the entire couch, snoring away.

On the other side of the room, there were a few tables shoved up against the wall. Logan suspected they’d normally be out for study, but currently they’d been moved to allow room for a few games. He spotted wizard’s chess and gobstones, but there were a few he didn’t recognize.

“Who brought in Ticket to Ride?” Roman asked one of the players.

They nodded toward one of the girls playing gobstones. “Zoe did. Muggles have some fun games.”

Before Roman could get sucked into a conversation, Patton pulled him toward the back of the room. There was a set of stairs that neither Logan nor Virgil had noticed. “Come on, Ro. We need to figure this out.”

“What are we figuring out, exactly?” Virgil asked as they made their way to Roman’s room.

“How to keep hanging out, but not make your Nana mad.”

“Pat -”

Virgil was cut off as Patton spun to face him, a look of determination on his face. “Virge, we’re your friends. We’re going to help you with this.”

“But -”

“You don’t think you’re worth it.”

A silence fell over the group as Virgil looked to the floor, confirming Logan’s deduction.

Of the three, Roman was the first to speak up. “Virgil, you are worth it. I’m sorry if I made it seem like you weren’t. If any of us did.”

“I forgive you.” Virgil said, choking on the last word.

Patton quickly brought them up to Roman’s room. Once Roman was sure that no one was inside, he shut the door and locked it.

“No one will be bothering us for a while. And if they do, we’ll at least have a second before they come barging in.”

“What do we do?” Virgil asked, his breathing becoming rapid once more. Patton grabbed his hand and tried rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. “If Nana finds out…”

“She won’t.” Logan and Roman said in unison.

It was the first time they’d ever truly agreed on something. But as they looked at each other, they knew they were right. They’d do anything to make sure that Nana wouldn’t find out.

“How?” Virgil croaked out, feeling a lump swell in his throat.

Patton switched to rubbing circles to throwing his arms around Virgil instead. Virgil leaned into the embrace.

“We don’t have to hang out in your room.” Logan said, gears whirring in his mind.

“There’s plenty of other places.” Roman chimed in, working off of what Logan was thinking. “Either tower would welcome you guys in, since you’re not Slytherin.”

“If we choose other places -”

“-she won’t find out.”

Drying his tears, Virgil nodded. “If I have to put that portrait up, then I don’t wanna be in there any more than I have to.”

Over the next hour, the four of them made a list of multiple different places they could hang out that wasn’t Virgil and Patton’s room. The length of the list allowed Virgil to relax, even if it was only slightly.

“There’s still one question I have.” Logan said as he rolled up the parchment. “Why hasn’t Devin told her that you’re still hanging out with us? It doesn’t make sense for him to keep it to himself.”

Virgil shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m sure he has something planned.”

“Virgil, why don’t we head back to our room?” Patton said, shooting a stern look at Logan. “If you want, I can hang up the portrait so you don’t have to look at it.”

“No, I should do it.”

As the two Hufflepuffs left, Logan frowned. “What did I say?”

“Virgil is clearly not on good terms with his brother. Bringing him up probably wasn’t the best idea.” Roman was laying upside down on his bed, twirling his wand around his fingers.

“But doesn’t he want to know why?”

Spinning around, Roman sat up. “If I had to guess, I’d say that Devin is holding this over Virgil. Using it to torture him.”

“But why would a brother do that?”

“If I had one, maybe I’d know.”

As they began to bicker, Patton and Virgil were making their way down the stairs. Virgil remained eerily quiet. Patton wasn’t sure how to comfort him. He had such a close relationship with his sisters. He couldn’t imagine someone being as horrible as Devin, or as bad as Virgil’s Nana.

Once they were outside of the Great Hall, turning to head down to the kitchens, they heard fast footsteps coming toward them.

Virgil spun around instantly, breathing easier when he saw that it was Preston.

“Though he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping,” Preston said, shooting a look at Remy, who was slowly walking up to them, “Remy told me everything. Nana...I knew she gave us those portraits to spy, but I’d forgotten about your muggleborn and half-blood friends. So stupid of me.”

“Preston -”

Preston shook his head. “No, don’t tell me it’s alright. It’s not. You shouldn’t have to put up with her. If mother or father would just grow a spine!”

“We can’t do anything about it.” Virgil mumbled, staring at his shoes.

Preston kneeled down in front of him, forcing Virgil to look at him. “Not yet. But as soon as there’s something I can do about it, I will. Okay? If I get out, you’re coming with me.”

Virgil threw himself into his brother’s arms, doing his best not to start crying for the fourth time that day.

Once Virgil had calmed down, he looked at his brother. “Since - since when are you and Remy friends?”

“Since I snogged him in an empty classroom.”

Preston rolled his eyes, the slightest hint of pink on his face. “That never happened.”

“But you wish it did.” Remy said as he helped Preston and Virgil to a standing position.

“No, I do not.” Though Preston’s tone was irritated, there was a bit of fondness shining in his eyes. “Perhaps you’re projecting?”

A blush burned on Remy’s face. He scoffed before heading off down the hallway.

“He pretty much annoyed me into being his friend.” Preston said, giving Virgil one last squeeze before running off after Remy.

Disgusted at the thought of Preston and Remy snogging, Virgil made his way to his room, with Patton in tow. He popped open his trunk, staring at the fabric-wrapped portrait.

“We can do it tomorrow.”

Virgil shook his head, reaching out with trembling hands. He unwrapped the portrait, wincing as he saw Nana walk into the frame immediately, a sinister smile on her face. She didn’t speak, but he had the feeling she wouldn’t need to.

Carefully hanging the portrait on an available nail, Virgil felt his gut twist.

Nana was up to something.

And he had no clue what it was.

#ts deceit #manipulative deceit #manipulative family #crying #panic attacks #adsoh #a different side of hogwarts #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #preston night #remy page

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Someone You Loved (Part 2)

Summary: The reader is the daughter of a well known mafia boss in her city and is used to an easy going life. When her father is arrested along with his crew, the reader is forced into a different life full of lies and adversity. Worst of all, her boyfriend of the past year, Dean, is an undercover cop who put her father away. She’s perfectly content with never seeing Dean again but he has a habit of making his way back into her life…

Pairing: Cop!Dean x Mafia!reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 5,100ish

Warnings: language, angst, harassment

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Two Weeks Later

“Hi dad,” you said. You got a big hug when you walked in the front door of his house, an officer saying a few things for you to call in with your handler on the schedule and so on. You nodded and he left, your dad still holding on tight.

“I am so-”

“Why couldn’t you have told me you were a good guy under the bad guy thing?” you said.

“Because it was easier to let you think one thing. Your mom and I agreed to that. We did commit a few crimes after all,” he said.

“Yeah but you never hurt anyone. The cops let you get away with it because you helped them out,” you said.

“I heard you helped them out yourself, got Dean into the organization,” he said.

“Dean,” you said, pulling away from him. “Speaking of liars.”

“I was scared and it was a way to help some more. I never expected you to fall in love with the boy,” he said.

“Yeah well...he’s never done anything but lie to me. I’m better off without him,” you said. “And I’m still pissed at you too.”

“Alright,” he said, giving you another hug. “How have things been? You take care of yourself these few months?”

“...Yeah. It was fine. Why don’t you show me around the new house?”

“Y/N,” said your dad a week later, knocking on the door to your room. You popped your head up from your textbook. “I know you’re studying but you have a visitor.”

“A visit…” you said, Dean appearing in the hallway. “I believe part of my deal was that you stay the hell away from me.”

“I think you two ought to talk,” said your dad, heading back down the hall. You sat up and Dean stepped inside, closing the door behind himself.

“The house is nice,” he said with a smile.

“It’s small but it’s just dad and me. It’s a lot better than what I had,” you said. “What are you doing here, Dean?”

“I already told your dad but we wrapped up the case. The organization is broken up. Steve and Devin turned over everything they knew to Sammy and me in exchange for deals. You guys really helped us out,” said Dean.

“Good for you,” you said.

“I sold my house,” he said. “Sort of...moved.”

“Do I need to get like a restraining order against you or something?” you said, crossing your arms.

“No. I’ll...I’ll stay away after today. I wanted you to know you’re safe now. You guys don’t have to be in witness protection anymore,” he said.

“Great.”

“Alright then,” he said with a nod. “Good luck with school.”

“Sure,” you said.

“Okay then.”

He pursed his lips, looking around before he turned his back to you.

“I quit that job,” he said. You blinked, Dean looking over his shoulder. “I’m a regular cop now next door in Hawthorne. You should see the crime rate there. It’s all parking tickets and drunk and disorderlies.”

“Gonna be able to handle a boring job like that?” you asked.

“I could use with some boring,” he said, heading for the door. “Y/N. I screwed up a lot. But don’t let somebody else pay for my fuck ups. Go find some college guy that’ll make you happy. Just...be happy.”

He left quickly, the house quiet for a moment, your dad poking his head in your room after a few minutes.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Where are you off to?” asked your dad with a smile, pausing his movie a few days later. “Going out?”

“Work,” you said. “Got a bartending job. I’m getting a little bored sitting around here just taking online classes.”

“Alright,” he said. “Just be careful.”

“Don’t worry. I will be.”

You got more training at Breacher’s than you ever did at the old place. It probably helped that it was also a restaurant and half the people at the bar were there to eat dinner too. It was a small town so the crowd was a bit nicer than you were used to.

“Chief,” you heard a customer say. You looked down the bar, Dean taking a seat. He still had his gun on his leg and badge on his hip but his face was a bit scruffier than normal. “Settling into town?”

“S’a nice place. Very quaint. I heard I should come here for dinner,” said Dean.

“Well we got this and the diner,” someone on his other side chuckled. “I hope you didn’t move here for the eatery.”

“No, just a change of scenery,” said Dean. You walked over and slid a menu in front of him, refilling a few glasses of water. “Should I go?”

“No. Whiskey on the rocks?” you asked. He nodded and you poured one for him, Dean ordering a strip steak when you returned with it.

“Can I get another martini?” asked the man on Dean’s left.

“Sure thing,” you said, taking away the empty glass, setting a new drink down in front of him. “There you go.”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen you around before. First day?” he asked. You nodded, Dean and the man on his other side listening in.

“Yup,” you said. “Just a little something to keep me busy.”

“Not to be nosey but you must be from Deer Creek. We know everybody that comes and goes here,” said the other man.

“I had ten casseroles on my front porch by the time I had my trunk open,” chuckled Dean.

“Like I said, we know when somebody new moves in,” said the second man.

“I’m in Deer Creek,” you said, wiping down the bartop and taking away the first one’s empty plate. “Any dessert this evening?”

“The strawberry cheesecake,” he said. “I’m Mel. You’ll figure out I order the same thing every single night.”

“Y/N and I too am a fan of strawberry cheesecake,” you said with a smile. “I’ll have that right out for you.”

You worked your end of the bar for a few more hours, the other man introducing himself as Victor, the guys eventually telling you they were brothers. They acted as a bit of welcoming committee to Dean from the sounds of it. Victor was the fire chief at the volunteer department and Mel owned the grocery store. They were part of the town board which by default Dean was too now. They caught him up on what was going on. It seemed like a pretty quiet place and you almost giggled when they started talking about the ‘fiend’ that had been going around the neighborhood and flipping everyone’s mailbox flags up.

“Alright, Mel. I’m switching you over to something non-alcoholic if you’re gonna be driving yourself home tonight,” you said, your corner of the bar going quiet. You looked around, a few different sets of eyes on you as you leaned back.

“My brother-in-law owns this bar,” he said.

“And I’d prefer not to deal with any DUI’s tonight. You driving or not?” asked Dean.

“My wife’s picking me up,” said Mel.

“Then just say that next time, okay? Remember, Y/N’s new around these parts too,” said Dean.

“Sorry. Not used to getting those kinds of questions,” said Mel. You nodded, returning to tending, grabbing a snack in the kitchen as some people started to head out. When you returned Dean was alone, nursing his second beer still.

“Chief,” you said, Dean’s lip twitching up as he scratched the back of his neck. “Getting kind of late.”

“Not sure I’m gonna be able to survive this whole small town thing. Where everybody knows everybody,” he said.

“It’s pretty hard to get your walls to come down,” you said.

“Yeah. You had to go and knock ‘em over, didn’t you,” he smirked, finishing off his drink. “Do you want me to stay away from here?”

“It is the only restaurant in town,” you said. “And you’re a horrible cook.”

“No I’m not,” he said.

“You’re not but you’re a lazy cook. You eat take out more nights than not and this place is your only option,” you said.

“You look better, healthier,” he said. “A little happier.”

“I’ve never really been happy, Dean,” you said.

“You were for a little while,” he said.

“Dean Smith isn’t real.”

“Dean Winchester is,” he said.

“I can’t, Dean. I...you have no idea how…” you trailed off.

“Have you even processed that part of it? The us part? I doubt you had the time. I know I haven’t,” he said.

“I told you I didn’t want you to get close to me. But I let you because I trusted you and then you destroyed it. Shit, Dean, there’s so much-”

“Stop shoving it down and feel it then,” said Dean.

“That’s great advice coming from you.”

“It’s the sort of thing you would have said to me,” he said.

“You could have done your job without the us part of it. But you didn’t want to, did you?” you asked.

“Aside from lying about who I was, did I ever hurt you?” he asked.

“Dean, that’s not-”

“Did I? Did I ever do a damn thing that made you not love me?” he asked.

“How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know who you are,” you said. Dean stood up and walked out the door. You sighed and grabbed his empty, putting it in the bin, lifting your head when the door opened again, Dean taking a seat back on his stool. “What-”

“Hi. I’m Dean Winchester. I’m the police chief of Hawthorne. I’m twenty nine, I love pie and I call my brother Moose and he calls me squirrel. I used to have a girlfriend we called chipmunk. I used to be someone she loved but I’m done lying to her. If I could go back, I would have told her who I was up front. But I can’t. But I can let her know who I am and let her decide if she wants to give me another chance. So I’m Dean Winchester and if she tells me to fuck off, I’ll stop. But if she doesn’t, I’ll take that as I’ve got the opportunity to show her who I am. I’m not a great guy. I’m screwed up obviously but I could really use one last chance.”

You grabbed a glass and wiped it out, cleaning another as Dean watched you silently.

“Dean,” you said after a minute.

“Yeah?”

“Bar closes at midnight,” you said, glancing at the clock, showing the hands almost crossed upwards.

“Okay,” he said, sliding off his seat, slowly walking to the door. “I’ll be back tomorrow then.”

“I’m not working tomorrow,” you said.

“Great. I know this little restaurant if you want to grab a bite,” he said.

“Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable doing this in private?” you asked.

“I don’t think we should be having dinner at my place yet. You don’t know me after all,” he said, a tiny smile on his face.

“You’re going to be a gentleman, aren’t you,” you said.

“Worked the first time around,” he said.

“Eight.”

“I’ll see you at eight then.”

“Want some dinner?” asked your dad the next night, holding up a slice of pizza from the couch as you walked out of the hall.

“No. I’m going out,” you said. He hummed and turned around.

“You always look so beautiful in that dress. You must have a date,” he said.

“I don’t know if it’s a date or a therapy session to be honest,” you said. You took a seat on the couch, stealing a bite of his crust. “You waste like half the pizza dad.”

“Your mom used to eat my crust for me,” he said.

“I’m going out with Dean,” you said, taking a small bite.

“Honey,” he said, wiping off his hands. “Dean was exactly what I wanted for you. A best friend and kind and someone you can be weird around and a protector and they make you laugh and someone good. I always knew Dean was a police officer. If anything, you should be as angry with me as you are with him. But you’re not.”

“You’re my dad though,” you said.

“He was your partner,” he said. “He brought out something in you. You brought out something in him too.”

“How do I know that though? I don’t know him.”

“I suppose you have to rebuild that trust with him. The fact you’re going out tonight though tells me that deep down, you already know you’re willing to give him the chance,” he said.

“If he screws me over again, I’m gonna kill him,” you said.

“We can bury him in the backyard together,” he said, giving your temple a kiss. “Go on. Go have fun on your date. Try to forgive the boy. He is head over heels for you.”

“Alright. Don’t eat that whole pizza by yourself,” you said.

“I’ll save you the crust.”

“Hi,” said Dean when you spotted him in Breacher’s at one of the booths. You slid across from him, a drink already in front of you. “I got you their driest red.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip. “So. You’re the police chief.”

“Mhm. There’s a few officers but it’s a pretty small crew. There’s definitely a relaxed vibe about this place,” you said.

“Deer Creek is like that too,” you said. “There’s more people there though.”

“It’s only a ten minute drive. Sort of nice if you want to get over to the mall or something,” he said, taking a long sip from his glass of water. “How’s your dad?”

“Okay. He orders take out every night and I’m pretty sure he’s watched everything on Netflix at this point,” you said.

“You guys got access to all your accounts again, right?” he said.

“Yeah. Dad’s not working anymore. He likes the little house actually, just the two of us. He wants to give most of the money to me,” you said.

“You never told him about where you were living those few months, did you,” said Dean.

“He doesn’t need to know,” you said.

“Mimi’s diner did have a mean bacon cheeseburger,” he said.

“Apparently this place does too,” you said.

“How’s school?” he asked.

“Okay. The classes aren’t really hard,” you said. “Mainly just need the degree.”

“Got any idea of what you want to do?”

“Nope.”

“What about that cupcake shop?” he said.

“Cupcake shop?” you asked.

“Yeah. You mentioned it one night, like you and your mom were going to open a cupcake shop. That was your plan when you were little. You do make a mean cupcake,” he said.

“That’s not a real job,” you said.

“Way to go and insult all the cupcake makers out there,” he said, a tiny smirk on his face.

“I don’t even remember telling you that,” you said.

“It was in the summer, the night the power went out,” he said.

“It was so hot that night,” you said with a smile.

“So no more cupcake shop?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. Your waitress came over and you put in your order, Dean fiddling with his hands in his lap after she left. “What kind of music do you like?”

“You know what kind of music I like,” he said.

“Maybe I should ask what parts of Dean Smith weren’t real then?” you asked.

“Well I’m obviously a cop...I’m a pretty good shot too. I was valedictorian of my class at the academy,” he said.

“Really?” you said with a smile, Dean staring at you. “That’s...you always talked so negatively about you and school.”

“I was a normal student. I was nothing special,” he said. “Sammy’s the smart one.”

“You’re both smart. You should be proud of yourself,” you said.

“It was nothing special,” he said, glancing away. “I guess that’s it, stuff you didn’t know about me I mean.”

“Why’d you want to be a cop?”

“To help people.”

“Did you help people with your case?” you asked.

“Yeah. A lot,” he said.

“Then you did what you wanted,” you said.

“Oh yeah. I got what I wanted. Clearly,” he said. You were both quiet as your food came out, mostly making chit chat about the bar as you ate.

“They make pie here,” you said after a beat. “If you want to get a slice or something.”

“I haven’t had pie in...shit probably three, four months.”

“Wow,” you said. “Here I thought the world would implode if Dean Winchester didn’t eat pie on a weekly basis.”

“There was half a pie in my fridge when I got home from the police station that day. You’d made it. All I saw was that look on your face you gave me. I haven’t touched pie since,” he said.

“I was humiliated, Dean,” you said, giving him a half smile. “I was not only an idiot but I gave you everything. I’d never let a person in like that before Dean. You ripped it all away. It hurt like a bitch and now I’d rather I not take another hit.”

“I wanted to tell you the truth so much. I argued with the chief about it, about telling you that day but he didn’t think you’d be able to sell the other story which was stupid in the first place,” he said.

“Is that why you went around orders and asked Sam to get me out of there?” you asked.

“I should have gone around orders the first time around,” he said.

“You said you helped a lot of people. It was a big risk to trust me like that,” you said.

“I always trusted you. It was other people, people with more experience with this sort of thing, and I let them convince me it was the best thing for you, to be in the dark,” he said. “I should have told the old fucks off.”

“S’funny. We broke up and it sounds like nobody wanted us to break up,” you said.

“I’m not asking to get back together. I know that I did worse than humiliate you in a station full of cops. I want to try to be friends. That’s all. I just…” he said, biting his bottom lip. “I want you to get your spark back is all.”

“This is kind of how I was when we met if you remember,” you said.

“You used to look me in the eye. You were a whole lot happier too,” he said.

“You were the cute boy who couldn’t hide his blush to save his life. Now...you got that look I see in the mirror. You got something broken too,” you said.

“It’s fine. There was plenty broken in there before. I did the breaking after all,” he said. You swallowed, regretting that choice of words.

“Do...do you want to take that pie to go? I’d like to go do something.”

“Warm enough?” asked Dean, sat on a blanket on the hood of Baby. You hummed and wrapped your cardigan around yourself, taking a plastic fork and stealing a piece of pie out of the container in his lap. “You always liked driving out to the middle of nowhere and looking at the stars.”

“I’ve said a lot of stuff to you the past few months. Mostly mean, nasty stuff,” you said. “It didn’t...it didn’t feel like you got hurt. But you did too. I know the worst thing for you to do is sit and stew in hurt, Dean.”

“It hurt worse than it seemed,” he said quietly, poking at the pie but not eating any. “Then I saw the jobs you worked, I saw your apartment. You were barely a step above being on the streets. My choices did that to someone a care for. That hurt even worse. Every time I saw you it hurt more and more. And then you made a deal so you could go be with your dad and get a degree. You didn’t even ask for money. You just wanted out. We could both see you were scared to ask for it. You were this scared sad skinny thing that looked like she was a ghost. That was the worst part-”

You cut him off when you pushed a forkful of pie into his mouth, Dean staring at you before he chewed and swallowed.

“S’good,” you said. “Right?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“You can shut up about feeling guilty too,” you said, taking a piece and holding it up to his mouth. He ate it on his own, still watching you carefully. “Okay? I’m not in that place anymore and I’m never going back.”

“Must be some good pie if you’re changing your mind on me all of a sudden,” he said.

“I’m...not. I don’t...I always hated to see you upset is all,” you said, playing with the fork in your hand. “Like when your grandpa died last year.”

“They said I shouldn’t tell you about a real family member,” said Dean.

“You obviously didn’t always listen to what they said.”

“You knew something was wrong,” he said. He took a small bite of the pie, licking his lips. “Most of it was good, wasn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

You fixed your cardigan again, tilting your head up. There was a light peck against your lips and you opened your mouth, a small bite of pie sliding inside.

“All gone,” he said after a moment. You lay back as he tossed the trash in a bag and into the back of Baby, joining you after a moment.

“Big dipper,” you said, pointing up at the sky.

“Little spoon,” he said, shifting against the hood. “What are we doing out here, Y/N?”

“I’m scared to trust you again,” you said.

“I know,” he said, brushing his hand against yours. “I already told you, I-”

“You want to be friends. That worked out great the first time around, huh?” you said, turning your head. He turned his, one of your fingers bumping the back of his hand. He didn’t say anything as he wrapped a few of his own around it. “Tell me something no one knows about you.”

“I knew I loved you a lot sooner than I said it to you,” he said.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re you. Only one there is,” he said.

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes. But it feels different,” he said.

“Different how.”

“Remember when we were wrestling that time and you accidentally got me in the nose?”

“I felt terrible,” you said.

“S’like that times a gajillion,” he said.

“But it was an accident and I knew you forgave me,” you said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“...how do you know I don’t forgive you?”

“Y/N,” said Dean, a soft smile appearing. “No one knows you like I do. You haven’t.”

“Convince me then,” you said.

“Part of me really wants you to hate me,” he said.

“I know. No one knows you like I do after all,” you said.

“What are we doing?” he asked again.

“This,” you said. You leaned over and almost kissed him, Dean meeting you the last inch. The angle was awkward, your shoulder hurt a bit and his nose was cold against your own as you kissed quickly.

You moved back enough to see his face and were met with a blank one.

“I thought I just said I want you to hate me,” he said quietly.

“You can’t always get what you want, Dean,” you said, feeling him wrap his hand around the rest of your hand.

“Why?”

“Because life’s cruel like that,” you said, his forehead pressing against yours.

“It can be a real bitch sometimes,” he said.

“Tell me about it,” you said.

“I don’t know if I want you to forgive me,” he said.

“You must be having a bad day then,” you said, inching closer to him.

“You always were such a dorky flirter,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Can I take you out again?”

“I got work tomorrow night. I’ve got a break between classes for lunch though,” you said.

“I’ll swing by and pick you up?”

“Yeah,” you said, squeezing his hand. He was quiet as you lay there, spotting a few new lines on his face, his scruff starting to grow out.

“I should take you back to your car,” he said.

“In a few minutes.”

“Okay. A few more minutes.”

“How was the not-date date?” asked your dad, eating out of the ice cream carton when you got home.

“It was...nice,” you said, sitting down and stealing the container. “You should eat a piece of fruit every now and then you know. You can’t survive off of take out.”

“I can’t cook,” he said. “Your mother and the chef used to do that.”

“I can teach you. I worked in a restaurant. I learned a few things,” you said.

“I know about what happened the few months we’ve been apart,” he said. You glanced down, wrinkling your nose. “I’ve ben waiting for you to say something.”

“Not a lot to talk about,” you said with a shrug.

“I know you’re not afraid of hard work. I never thought-”

“Dad. I don’t want...I just had a big talk with Dean. I don’t want to have another one, alright?” you asked. He smiled and nodded, letting you take the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. “You should exercise too. Get off the couch if you’re going to eat all that junk.”

“I haven’t had anyone around lately to yell at me for that sort of thing,” he said.

“Get used to it,” you said, giving him a hug. “I’m gonna head to bed.”

“Okay, sweetie. Get some sleep,” he said.

“You too,” you said, heading down the hall. “Dad?”

“Mhm?”

“Thanks. For Dean. Making sure someone was around to protect me,” you said.

“I take it I’m going to be seeing Dean around here from now on?” he asked.

“I forgot how thick a skin he has, how you have to get under it to get to Dean,” you said.

“He told me he cared for you. A long time ago,” he said.

“What’d you say?”

“I told him I never in a million years thought you’d end up with a cop considering what I did. He kind of got this funny smile on his face. He just said someday he’d tell you the truth and you could decide for yourself if you wanted to be with one,” he said.

“I hated him,” you said, turning away from him. “I hated that there was this little part of me that wouldn’t let him go. And I was so tired and upset about everything I couldn’t see that I didn’t let go because he didn’t either. He got hurt too. I know there is so much he’s not saying about how he felt and it has to be eating him alive. I don’t know how to fix it.”

“You don’t want to fix people you hate, sweetie,” he said.

“I still love him,” you said. “I don’t know if it’s me being naive or if it’s real and it scares the shit out of me.”

“I know he was your first love,” he said. “This is the kind of thing I wish your mom had told me more about.”

“She taught you a lot dad,” you said with a laugh, turning around even if you were this close to crying. “Even stuff about boys.”

“Well she did say a few things about a first love but I think she’d agree that just because it’s not perfect, it doesn’t mean that’s not the person you’re supposed to be with,” he said.

“You think I’m supposed to be with Dean?” you said.

“I think you weren’t truly happy until he came into your life. That’s why it hurt so much when you thought he left. You’re...you put on a dress and did your hair all nice tonight, Y/N. You love him and it’s okay that you got a lot to work through. Love is scary. It fixes a lot of those hurt things too. You know that from experience,” he said.

“Wow. Take the mob boss out of the city and you turned into Mr. Rodgers,” you said.

“Y/N.”

“Goodnight, dad,” you said. “Mom totally told you all the right stuff to say you know.”

“I pulled that out of my ass,” he said.

“Yeah, well...mom did too,” you said. “Night.”

“Night, sweetie.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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Aquarius New Moon ♒️

-January 24th 2020-

If you were looking for a better time to let any baggage go, it’s today. This month, the New Moon in Aquarius is urging us to ask “What am I working towards” “Am I making myself proud?” “What/who can I give thanks to that has made the climb so easy for me.” This first step is the key to reaching a state of understanding to the current world around you. These are gifts handed down from your ancestors to help achieve something better in your own personal timeline. And this is the time our Skills really shine because we are put in an environment of change. Aquarius is a sign of the future, all types of physical ways of seeing energies and technology, so this New Moon gives us a whole makeover on our relationship with the collective consciousness.

More specifically this Aquarius New Moon is asking us to look at our relationship with the past in order to reconcile the future. Whatever we’ve been holding on to our Ancestors are looking at us like “But you have so much to be complaining about how hard your life is” They never imagined you’d turn out so advanced and futuristic with opportunities they never got to experience. They are proud. These gifts from our ancestors set the stage for what we are meant to continue in this lifetime. These gifts that they have laid out are significant to getting past this New Moon with Flying colors.

Your Moon sign and Maybe even Rising Sign can give a better clue as to what to look for:

Aries Moon/Rising: This new Moon might be showing you that you might not be addressing the right gifts for yourself something is making it hard to reach your own uniqueness due to, knowing Aries, probably fighting for the wrong thing. Remember that sometimes we fight for things that are just hard to let go of. Often due to some hurt coming back and or fear of losing something in the process, whatever it is this new Moon is here to tell you to put your focus back on yourself, and give yourself and your issues some space to work out anything you’ve been putting off, close those mental tabs and take yourself a little more serious. this way you come back to the realization that you are original no matter what you do you fiery demons...

Taurus Moon/Rising: With the square to Uranus this new Moon is urging you to really assess your Mental well being. Right now the Taurus energy is going through major uprooting and in order to compensate with it, we gotta work with the erratic energy we’re given even if it’s scary for us. We’re used to a certain kind of pleasure and stability and this month the Moon is throwing us into our own past and testing us to see if we really learned anything. The way to get out of it is by using the skills we’ve learned so far to help ourselves. We’re on our own so this means we must basically drop some stuff and cut out things that are not good for our future. You can be very self sufficient in the most dire of times, nows the time to use that sense...

Gemini Moon/Rising: Your ancestors have been watching you basically ignore them and this month they are putting people in your life to try to get you back to yourself. Not because you have been bad but because you have strayed a bit off the path that’s yours. As a Gemini you’re used to straying off but this month the Moon is urging you to return to your personal path, return to your center. “What was I doing before that whole mess?” You may ask yourself suddenly realizing you went on over a dozen tangents. To really find your originality just remember your personal code...

Cancer Moon/Rising: Poor cancer Moon this is not the best time for you, this is the time when you feel the least yourself but it’s good because this is the time you use to evaluate your emotional well being and consider whether it’s time to let go of certain energies or keep them (at your own risk). But this month you have been turning a blind eye to some fact in order to continue feeing like you’re in control. The Moon is asking you to accept it. Accept whatever’s been burdening you and realize that your originality comes from this acceptance, no one else can take facts and implement them in their life like you do, it’s time to accept and change this is your gift...

Leo Moon/Rising: drop the sword honey, it’s not your season. This month the Moon is asking for you total surrender, this is a time to listen and ask yourself some questions. Evaluate yourself, what are you doing? and what are you gonna do about it? Where do I need work? And How can I change for the sake of my goals? As a Leo Moon, much like the Taurus Moon you must evaluate for the sake of, “Is this really what’s gonna make me happy?” The world is changing and so does the idea that we need to have the attention of everyone, just remember that your originality stems from the pursuit of creativity, so how do you use this power for the benefit of Other’s?

Virgo Moon/Rising: it’s a learning period for you Virgo Moon, with the Moon in the 6th house’s 6th House, this period is a whole new period of cleanliness. There’s like so much to clean, “why is this world such a mess right now?” Because everyone else fucked it up, sorry Virgo... this month the Moon is asking you to really buckle down on your stances. There may be consequences where your beliefs or sanity are tested but you got it, this month is just a refresher on the idea that you have the ability to make it through the storm. (The trine with Uranus might help), maybe because it’ll be something that at this point you’re kinda used to. Good job Virgo

Libra Moon/Rising: Libra you always got a lot of vague answers, but this month the Moon is urging you to make the decisions, deal with your karma and make sure you deal with it right. This New Moon is pushing us out of our comfort zone, not because we want to but because we need to. If you have been the type of Libra to be complacent and just play devils advocate while you let others figure it out, this is not a good time for you. The stars are putting you in situations where you have the answers but the question is will you be spontaneous enough to pick a choice. You’d be more aesthetically pleasing if you just choose a god damn option.

Scorpio Moon/Rising: I know the Uranus opposition might make you feel like reality is going crazy but that’s no reason to become complacent with life. Sometimes we gotta get out there and get organized. Even if our own sense of stability seems like it’s wiggling a bit. This month the New Moon is asking us to take things one at a time, while the world is going from one thing to another (and we are bad at going from one thing to another without letting go) The universe will put situations forth where it would be best to slow our world down so we can analyze our “mess” and we can understand better our issues.

Sagittarius Moon/Rising: Get ready for a huge change of pace, with Mars sextiling in Sagittarius we have a lot of fire on your side ready to change whatever direction you were going. This New Moon the universe will place situations that test out your sense of adventure, is what you’re hoping for still on your mind. Sometimes things in our lives change and we have no say and no power to change it back, and we are put on a standstill asking ourselves, “Welp, that road’s fucked up, gotta turn back and regroup” and if you feel like the work you put in now makes you feel like it was a waste, remember that every change we are met with is a door to an even better reward if we trust in the ever changing world. Just know something good always comes after any personal shake up.

Capricorn Moon/Rising: It’s time to let it go! (Thanks Elsa) if the recent Capricorn conjunction wasn’t clear enough, your way of living is kinda outdated (not in an insult kind of way, many talk about the resurrection of the Devine Feminine, so it felt fitting) this New Moon is asking you specifically to step outside of your box for a second and really feel the energy that comes from allowing new energy to flow in. Whatever box you came out of is too cramped for you. The very least you can do is find another box. Your originality has always come from the idea that no one can take control of this place except for you, but what happens when you let others take the lead? or watch yourself step out of the common instructions and experiment? Nows the time to get that new box to play Commander in.

Aquarius Moon/Rising: Happy Lunar Return! Being your season, it’s fitting that the New Moon would ask you to really feel out your emotions, it’s not always easy to feel those tears aching as only one drop comes out and your tear ducts are stinging from lack of use. Really take this time and understand that you feel the energies around you the most from an analytical perspective. You may feel like it’s a silly thing to cry things out or get angry at things but the point is to accept that you have these feelings, no one understands these emotions at a high analytical rate than you do. The universe will place situations where you are being asked to love respect and accept your feelings and emotional world.

Pisces Moon/Rising: this month the Moon is asking you to remember yourself, you may have been escaping your problems as usual but that has happened and gone and in order to take in this energy we are being asked to come back, I’m sure the Capricorn energy has Neptune in Pisces feeling rather serious, and in doing so has made Pisces energy sorta Jello like, and Fish can’t really swim in Jello as far as I know, so this month, thaw (i think) yourself out and come back to new waters, the old waters were tainted with bone meal... maybe you strayed too far from familiar waters? Maybe you got trapped in someone’s fish bowl? Maybe someone has you hostage in a plastic bag and it feels like they keep shaking you, whatever the cause of unhappiness, remember you have the power to walk away and find something that is more filling for you, your originality comes from this idea that the world and its emotions are a mess but you don’t have to be stuck with them.

Remember to look at your past to give you hints about your future. Aquarius is supposed to be the garden at the end of the path, and whatever you find here has been built from your own understanding of the world, and it can change at any moment.

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